Chapter 4

A week had passed. I couldn't get David's telephone call out of my mind. I couldn't get Chris out of my mind. I couldn't get sex out of my mind, constantly on the fringe of orgasm, almost able to come by simply rubbing myself up and down on the car seat covers while I'm driving. It may sound good, but it keeps your nerves on edge all the time. Masturbation occurred while I was studying or watching television, just before I fell to sleep, during the night when I woke up, first thing in the morning while I was in the shower, at work, and even once in the rest room at school. As was his normal reaction after one of these scenes, Chris had fallen back to a purely professional mood, not bothering me or even being suggestive. Actually, he was very respectful. What I would have once thought of as being a reprieve was now a temptation I was not being offered. I was almost to the point of thinking about being the aggressor.

Relief appeared to come in the person of Sheila. Sheila worked in the office with me and had been there for some time. I didn't exactly know her age but I'd guess about 25. She was actually the one who got me the job. David said a friend of his had a girlfriend who worked in an office and was looking for a part time person. Based only on the phone number given me, I met with her and she greased the way for me. It wasn't lost on me. I was really grateful to her and gained a respect for her abilities at work. She was also a knockout! With a great body, long brown hair and a perfect smile, she was my idea of a real Southern California girl. With the sophistication that I wished I had, it came as a surprise to me to learn that she rode motorcycles.

Even through all this, sometimes people will surprise you. The two of us were working late one evening, just collating some material that had to be in court the next morning. Somehow, but not all that unusual, the conversation turned to sex. After about thirty minutes of the usual stuff including me telling her about my marriage, she went off on a little bit of a path I had never traveled.

"Have you ever been involved in any type of bondage"? She asked, very casually.

I hesitated, almost embarrassed to ask. "What do you mean"?

"Well, have you ever had sex with somebody who had physical control of you. I'm not talking about being raped or anything rough, but just where they can ignore anything you say and you are completely at their whim."

"No, not really,"

"Not even having your hands tied by your husband? Just as a harmless game"?

I didn't want to seem too much a little girl. "Well, there have been a couple of times that David wanted me to but I didn't want to. The thought of it scared me."

"I'm not saying it's for everybody, but you might want to give in to it sometimes. It can be a monster turn-on."

I hesitated for a few seconds as it went through me. "I guess I just don't see where there could be that much enjoyment out of it. Besides, if I was being taken against my will, I know David wouldn't want any part of it."

"It's a fine line." She smiled at me. "You would be surprised what turns a them on. Especially when the woman hits that orgasm it causes. It can be explosive at the least. And, if you haven't consented to it but as it happens you enjoy it and don't feel violated in the end, it even makes it more erotic. If you are just attacked and it is a harmful event, that's another."

"Well, I guess so."

Again, she smiled at me and gently punched my shoulder. "Believe me, if it ever happens to you you'll know the difference. It is a huge rush that can give you massive orgasms. And the funny thing is, it can never be repeated with the same person with the same results."

"I notice you say "they" or "person."

She looked at me as if I had just come out of junior high. "Who said it had to be with a member of the opposite sex"? I backed away from that immediately and we dropped the subject. She had just entered a world with which I was totally unfamiliar.

On the following Friday afternoon she asked me my plans for Saturday. Even though we never inquired about each other's private lives, I think she already knew I never had plans and that the weekends were my nemesis. The loneliness seemed to be stronger at that time than any other. She invited me for a motorcycle ride with a couple of friends, saying that she would be riding one and I would be on the other as the passenger. When I accepted, she warned me that although these weren't dirt bikes, they weren't the fancy big bikes I was accustomed to seeing on the highway. Rather, they were intended for more of an off-road use. Although it would require a short ride on the freeway, our ultimate destination would be the hills east of San Diego. She also reminded me to wear jeans as a safety precaution even though it would be hot.

The next morning I dressed appropriately, wearing jeans and a long sleeve though very shear blouse. Just as I heard them arrive I took a last minute look at myself and second-guessed my choice of clothing. The jeans I had on were so tight they pulled up real hard in my cracks, both front and back, clearly outlining my labia. The blouse was thin enough that my always-hard nipples were clearly apparent through both the blouse and the super thin bra I had selected. Just as I thought about doing a rush change, there was the knock.

"Are you ready to roll"? Sheila asked. She was standing there in a pair of old jeans and a sleeveless cut off blouse. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was pointing straight at me. Her hair was totally loose and flowing, I assumed so that the helmet would fit. I told her yes.

"Here is your helmet. Let's get it adjusted for you." She was the same now as at the office, always giving a hand. "You are going to ride with Barry. He's a real safe and experienced rider and you'll like him." She adjusted the strap and then I removed it.

When we went out to the parking lot, she walked me over to my ride. He was dressed like Sheila with the abbreviated shirt and jeans and was standing beside a bike much larger than I would have expected. It could snugly seat two and still have a small satchel on the back. Sheila saw me look at the bag and said, "We bring water and a small snack along with a first aid kit. I have one, too," pointing at hers. Just then Barry removed his helmet and said "Hello."

I don't know if either of them caught the hesitation or the look on my face. I couldn't believe it. I was staring straight into the smiling face of one of the guys I had flashed at the school! There was no doubt in my mind. First, one of them shows up in my life with a video camera, now one is giving me a ride. The percentages were way too high for this to be incidental. What was happening here?

"Hello," I almost stammered back.

"I'm Barry. Great to meet you." He extended a hand and I accepted it. The shake was warm and friendly. "Have you ever ridden before"?

"No. My mother would never allow it."

Maybe my voice or my face was giving me away. "You don't have to go, Sarah. If it's too much for you we don't mind." Sheila offered me the out.

"Absolutely," Barry threw in. "We'd love to have you and I'm sure you'll enjoy it, but you really need to face it without any reservations. Well, without too many, anyway." They laughed it off.

"Oh, no. I'll be okay." What was I to say at the time, "Sheila, I've intentionally shown this man my pussy"? No, I was going to have to eat this appointment.

"Good, let's get out of here. I still need to pick up my rider." Sheila put on her helmet.

"First rule is to ride with me as one person," Barry said. "That means being up close to me and getting the hang of leaning when I do. That's how we keep our balance."

With that, he swung a leg over and straddled the bike. He motioned for me to do so. I wasn't near as graceful as he, struggling to straddle it. He looked around at me and said, "Make sure your helmet is on tight. Put your feet on these two braces and avoid the exhaust. It gets hot." He pointed out everything.

With that, he put on his helmet and started it with a roar, but not louder than I had expected. He reached back, took both my hands, and placed them securely around his waist. Nodding at me, away we went. It scared me to death, fear easily replacing any other thoughts I had at the time. Sheila came around us and took the lead before we even left the parking lot.

We rode about five miles getting to our next destination. Actually, it was a good thing. It was all street driving with no freeways and we had to make quite a few turns, giving me a chance to get used to leaning with him for balance. He didn't have to worry about me staying close to him. I was glued against him with fear. When we stopped to pick up the other rider, he put his helmet on long before we stopped. With a partial dark faceguard on, I had no idea what he looked like and was a little surprised when there was no introduction. I gave it little thought as we left again, this time picking up speed. Within a mile we were on the freeway.

At first I was apprehensive about the traffic around us, but he was being very careful. In a few minutes, my anxiety diminished somewhat and I started to get the feel for the ride. Sheila was running just behind and to the right of us. They could see us well, but we had to turn our heads considerably to see them. All I could hear was the sound of wind and the engine. Barry made no attempt to talk to me at all.

Within a few minutes, the freeway led us away from town and into the foothills. In addition to the nice scenery, I began to become aware of something else. There was a constant vibration coming off the engine, sometimes more intense than others, according to our speed. After a while, the sensation it caused was hard to ignore. There seemed to be a spring under the seat cover that was not right and caused the leather seat to have a very slight protrusion exactly where the crack of my tight jeans came in contact with the seat. With the freeway ride, it was just a tingle at the steady speed we were riding but I was starting to get a steady stimulation. The electric feeling was feeding right through those tight jeans straight to my clit. I don't know if I was trying to lift up to escape it or down to capture it, but I was getting a definite reaction to it. The result was that I was slowly humping the seat, moving my ass backwards and forwards along that little hump.

It was then more than before that I became aware of his body. Before, it had been my lifeline, protecting me from harm. Now, as I was wrapped close to him with my open legs, my breast and sensitive stomach became aware of how hard I was pressed against him. My arms were tight around his waist, which I noticed was small and very hard, the muscles apparent. With that loose shirt flopping openly in the wind, my hands were touching nothing but skin. I was starting to feel the heat from it. The tingling between my legs started to be more than just from the vibration. I wondered if he felt my taunt nipples through our shirts.

He left the freeway, taking a two lane, winding road instead. We were definitely starting to gain altitude by the sound of the engine. With those changes, he settled on a speed that caused the greatest vibration. Within a minute, it was shooting straight through me. I know I was starting to make little noises and was muttering to myself under my breath. My pussy was on fire and my nipples were just dancing on the back of his shirt, rubbing them into a little frenzy through the thin cloth. I glanced back to see that Sheila was right behind us. I continued to rock back and forth on the seat and didn't want them to see it. Finally, my clit crying for relief, I started talking real soft to myself. I was teasing him out loud about needing his cock and how wet my pussy was. I knew he couldn't hear me as softly as I was talking. I did wonder if he was as aware of me as I was of him, though. Surely he had to feel it.

I got my answer. Very slowly, he took one of my hands and then the other and moved them from his stomach up higher on his chest, slipping them under the shirt. Despite the rush of cool air on him, his skin all of a sudden felt real hot to my touch. Why I did it I don't know, but in time I started gently rubbing with my fingertips, moving around slightly on that tight body. I fought the temptation to find his nipples. No telling what he thought of me already. He began pressing back against me, squirming his ass. I guess my touches were transmitting the message that was coming from between my legs. The vibration continued and so did that tingling assault on my clit. I held him closer, gripping him harder and harder, and knew that I was on the verge of an orgasm. I just couldn't quite go over. I became a steady stream of softly moaning, then muttering female flesh, quietly begging for some relief within the safe confines of the helmet. I was so glad he couldn't hear me so I could get it all off my chest. It was a good thing we were on that bike. I would have been an absolute pushover for anybody at the time and didn't want that to happen.

Abruptly, he slowed down and made a turn onto a small dirt road. I looked back and was surprised and dismayed to see Sheila shoot right past us, never leaving the payment. Shortly, the road turned to a well-worn path, which we could carefully navigate but a car could not. Then it ended in a small canyon with only a tiny path going up the hill ahead.

Barry swung off and assisted me, grabbing the satchel off the back.

"I think you will really enjoy this," he said, pointing to the path.

"Where is Sheila"? I asked nervously.

He laughed it off. "We'll run across them shortly. For all the space out here, the trails have a tendency to cross each other. Besides that, we both have cell phones and know the area well."

We walked over the hill on a trail that became smaller and then suddenly came upon a small stream running through the otherwise dry hills. There was not an abundance of green there, but with the rippling water there was just enough to make it refreshing and cool. I was very impressed with the find. Walking over to the edge of the stream, he stopped under the shade of two very small bushes, each of them probably not more than a couple of inches in diameter and standing about two feet apart.

He sat the bag down and pulled out a small blue cover of some type, laying it on the ground and then bottled water, one for each of us. "I love this place", he said, then went on to tell me all about the area. He said he had lived there as a boy before his family had to leave with his Dad's job. That's why he had returned to San Diego, just to be able to return to the hills when possible. "The big difference is now I ride the hills with a motorcycle instead of a bicycle," he laughed. "It makes a big difference. I've actually seen places now that I never saw as a kid."

During the conversation he casually sat down on the cover and motioned me to do the same. Even though I was enjoying the scenery and his conversation, there was a warning inside reminding me that I was in a desolate place with a person I didn't know, however nice he seemed. A man that had reacted openly to the touch of my fingers on his naked chest a few short minutes before. I mentally began looking for an out.

"Boy, I wonder where they have gone," I said.

He brushed it off casually. "Sheila likes to be brought to the top. She's probably climbing a hill somewhere, one way or the other."

That sounded strange. "What do you mean"?

I had barely noticed that his hand had slid up my arm. He pulled it gently, causing me to be pulled down on my back. "What do you think I might mean, little innocent girl"? His teasing laugh caused me to turn red. Just as I was thinking of how it had flown over my head at first, he leaned over me and tried to find my lips with his. I turned my head, taking his mouth on my cheek.

"Don't, Barry." I kept my face turned from him.

"Why not"? His voice was gentle, not demanding.

"Lots of reasons. First, I'm married. Second, we don't even know each other."

His hand had slid down to my leg, touching and then rubbing me through my jeans. "I know all that. I just thought that after that ride there might be something there." His touch became bolder and moved up my thigh.

Reaching down, I grabbed his wrist and stopped the action. He was right. I knew that I had touched him in a very promising way and now it had evolved into becoming a teasing way. I felt bad about it but it had to stop here.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I took the blame. "But, there was no intent meant."

"You weren't being turned on"? Barry looked closely into my eyes with the question.

I hesitated, and then decided on the truth. "Yes, a little. I think the ride itself sensitized me. But, that doesn't means I can continue."

"Oh, I see. All that squirming against me and your touches were just a tease, then"?

"No, no. I don't mean that. I just got a little out of hand, that's all." I was apologizing for what we both knew was a wrong I had done. "I didn't mean to be a tease."

My apology was heart felt and sincere. I thought that he accepted it as it was. "Okay," he said. "It's best if we both know where we stand."

If relief, I turned slightly away from him to break the eye contact. I heard and felt him messing with the satchel for a minute or so and moving around above me. Finally, he quietly said, "Look, lets not make this difficult or ruin the day. It's just something that came out of nowhere, ended up as nothing, and is gone."

I turned back to him in relief. "Thank you, Barry. I really didn't mean to start anything."

"How about this? One nice kiss to seal it and call it quits." He had a forgiving look on his face.

There was a long hesitation. "Okay, but just one time, Barry," I said with misgivings.

He gently pulled me over on my back, pulled both my hands up over my head, and slowly lowered his mouth to mine. I guess since it was a one shot deal, he was going for the gold. It was soft yet somehow strong, very deep and then very intrusive with his tongue finding mine. As much as I had hoped, it was still difficult to resist and I had promised him the kiss. I returned it as he offered it: deep, full and intensive.

My mind was on our mouths, not on our hands. I hardly noticed that one of them had left mine, then the other. Suddenly, I felt two little tugs on my wrist and broke away from his kiss. Pulling my arms back down, they both stopped suddenly with a jerk.

Twisting away from him, I turned over and looked at my situation. There were little black cords, more cloth than rope, tying each of my wrists and going around those small bushes. He had tied me up!!

"BARRY, LET ME GO!!!" I shouted. I couldn't believe I had gotten into this.

He smiled in a very devilish way and said with a very low, menacing voice, "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you in any way. I'm just going to tease you a little. I'll apologize to you later for it, like you did me."

"Please, Barry, let me go. You know I didn't man anything."

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't. I don't think you meant to tease me in the café, either. You were just trying to please yourself."

I could feel my face turn beet red. Oh, boy!! All this was coming back down on me. How was I going to get out of this disaster?

"Have you always been a tease, Sarah"? He asked quietly. "Did you do it to David before you were married?"

I caught my breath a little. "No," I said quietly. How did HE know my husband's name? I had never mentioned it.

"How come I have a little problem believing that"? While he was talking, I was constantly moving, trying to turn over to free myself from my bonds. I could see that my wrist was just held by loops around my wrist. My hands were far enough apart that I couldn't free myself with them, but maybe by sliding upward I could get them to loosen on their own.

He was on to it, letting me squirm all I wanted, but then very gently pulling me back down on the cover, slightly tightening the cords. Inside, I knew there was no escape. For some reason, it wasn't fear I felt but rather just helpliness. Sheila was near and I thought that I was in no real danger. Barry just wanted to tease me and would let me go any minute. Nothing was going to happen!

Maybe I was wrong. Barry started kissing me, no place in particular but rather taking what I gave him. If I was on my back, he went to my face and neck as I turned my head when he tried to kiss my lips. If I turned over, he went to the back and sides of my neck, pulling my shirt collar away to expose me. Finally, after a long while of leaving me to my own movements, he had me on my back and very gently straddled my hips, taking away my ability to turn over.

"Let's see what everybody is so excited about," he said. Leaning over me a little, he started unfastening the buttons on my blouse, very slow, very teasing as he watched my face. I turned aside, either out of shame or not wanting to give him any satisfaction. He undid the top two buttons and said, "This is starting to get very interesting, don't you think."

I just shook my head and said nothing. What was I going to say? And what did he mean by "what everybody was excited about"?

"What treasures are these next buttons hiding"? He whispered to me. I knew they would expose most of my breast, barely covered by that nothing wisp of a bra I had on. I held my breath, my face turned from his, as he undid the next buttons. Then, completely surprising me as more of this teasing plot, he didn't open my shirt any further, opting instead to keep it closed as he completely unbuttoned the whole thing.

I knew the time had come, though, and it did. Suddenly, he quickly swept both sides of my shirt aside, totally exposing my torso. My reaction was to turn my head directly toward him, looking both at my breast encased in the filmy cloth and at his face, all in a second. My breast was as I expected, full and overflowing. His face was something else altogether, his scornful look having turned very soft, absolutely appreciative of what he saw. "Wow!" He said gently, and that was all. It was amazing that under my present circumstance, that one little word coupled with the look on his face sent a little shiver down me. Not a cold shiver, but one that started and stopped between my legs.

Leaning over me, he began a steady attack of kisses, starting from the very top of the bra where my nipples were slightly exposed up to the top of my head, moving his mouth up my captured arms to kiss my hands and fingers and then back again. My body was squirming with his advances not so much of a mental reaction as physical. How could anybody stay still under these touches? He went back and forth, sometimes making a long never-ending trail and at other times jumping from my breast to my fingertips. It was driving me crazy as I begged him to stop.

He obviously was in no hurry. I was a captive audience to say the least, and he was definite center stage. As he continued his barrage on me, I made less and less effort to turn my head when he tried finding my lips. Never once did he try to force it. There just came a point where I started giving in to him a little, receiving light contact rather than anything deep or probing. His hands never made contact with my breast, but rather stayed on my upper shoulders and arms at all times, letting his mouth do all the action.

Through all my apprehension and under his touch, my mind did an unexpected drift. I gave a quick thought about what would have been my reaction if David had spent this much time teasing me. Even with this stranger, I couldn't deny the sensitivity I felt. With my husband, surely it would have lead to all those orgasms that I had so desperately wanted and needed but never got.

I swear he was reading my mind. Leaning over me and holding my face in both his hands, I kept my eyes closed as he began a steady barrage of light kisses all over my face and lips. I had to fight to keep from responding any more than I did. "Does he make you cum"? His question was not demanding.

"Who"? I felt stupid after I said it.

"Who do you think"? He laughed gently into an ear that he then nibbled on. It made me bring my ass up off the ground in response.

"Yes," I lied.

"Oh, really! How often"? He looked at me with a dubious look on his face.

"All the time." I couldn't believe this. I was lying there with my wrist tied by a complete stranger and was having to lie to him about my private sex life. How my life had changed in such a short time!

"I'm really happy to hear that. It certainly wasn't what I understood." Another piece of ambiguous verbal information. He didn't understand what?

His hands left mine and went to the clasp between my breast that was the last barrier between him and their total exposure. Staring into my face, he very slowly undid the little clasp and held the two sides together with both hands. Then, he slowly pulled each side apart, one after the other. I was looking at his face rather than at my body and the softness of his expression told me all I needed to know about how he felt about his new discovery.

"Nice, how very nice," he said very softly. I looked down and saw that rather than the hardened bullets that my nipples had been during the ride, his extended exploration of my body and mind had caused them to become completely swollen, becoming a huge round extension of the entire breast, nothing sticking out at all. David loved them best when they were like this, but it didn't happen very often and I was taken aback to see them in this state. I was further surprised when his reaction was exactly that of David's. Rather than trying to hold them between his fingers he instead gently cupped them in his palms, barely making contact with the skin as he made little circles with his hands.

"I absolutely love a woman's breast when it's like this." His voice was low, almost shaking. "They're just beautiful."

I had my head off the ground and was watching both him and his manipulation of my breast when I answered without thinking. "Thank you," I said, and then couldn't believe it had come out of my mouth. What was I thinking, encouraging him like this.

His smile made it clear it hadn't blown past him. He leaned over me and gently pressed his lips to mine. I don't know at what point I had a change in attitude, but I made no attempt to turn my head. The soft brushes I was receiving on my two swollen nubs, the just as soft contact from his lips to mine, was all taking a toll on me.

The kisses started again. On my lips, my neck, my bared, hypersensitive stomach. From quick, light brushes from his lips on my breast and belly to extended, deep penetration on my mouth, they came from all directions. I couldn't believe what a reaction it caused when he would lightly lick my naval then go all the way up and suck my fingers. I became a writhing mass of anticipation, never knowing where he was going next, my head coming up to meet his mouth, my hips coming off the ground at times both in anticipation and in response. The cloth ropes around my wrist became less of a bond and more of something I could use to grip and pull tightly as a release, sometimes pulling my legs up in the air. Looking back, it never occurred to me at the time that if I was able to grip the cords with my hands and pull tightly on them in response to his touch that I might also have been able to loosen them enough to slip out of their loop.

This must have gone on for thirty minutes. My nipples had long ago relinquished their fullness under his manipulations and had gone back to being two pointed rocks of intense pleasure. He would, at times, make me look at them as they changed and even I was amazed at how long they had become. I don't think I had ever seen them so pronounced. My inspections were always followed by him taking each one in his teeth and teasingly biting them until I begged him to stop. He would stop the biting and force as much into his mouth as possible, sucking hard with an in and out motion that caused me to moan and pull on my bonds, wanting to put my hands on his head to press him to me.

While I was buried in the pleasure of my breast, I didn't notice the activity around my jeans. He had undone my belt and the top button of them. My attention was drawn to them when he slid the zipper down and I felt a sudden release around my waist as a result of the tight jeans expanding in freedom. I let out an audible "a-h-h-h" as it happened, not knowing whether it was because of the anticipation or just the delight of the freedom from the tight fit.

"Feels good"? He asked.

"Yes."

"How are you feeling"?

I turned my head, not wanting to give an answer. He already knew how I felt. It was obvious with my body language and my mutterings.

"I guess I didn't hear you. Does this feel good"?

"It's alright." I felt stupid for saying it, but it was the best defensive posture I could take at the time. I guess I still wasn't ready to admit to him that I was totally responding to being made love to without my consent and without any participation from me. Inside, I knew that the true response would have been "This is totally new to me, absolutely unthinkable, and incredibly intensive."