Michael sat at the table playing with his drink. He'd gotten his first real paycheck today and decided he deserved a dinner in the best restaurant he could afford. Of course with what they were paying entry level trainees at Donaldson & Rhobes, his choices quickly narrowed to a few. So he found himself on 11th Avenue instead of Broadway, but still he felt like he was on top of the world. Not bad for a kid from the sticks now living on his own in New York City.
The 21 year old was looking as to where his waiter had vanished to when he first noticed her, sitting at a table over in the corner. Two things immediately caught his attention. First were her eyes, vivid blue pools that seemed to sparkle even at a distance. Second were a pair of spectacular legs, which although partially obscured by the table, seemed to go on forever. As best he could, he followed the line of her legs right down to the stiletto heels at the end of them.
The young man knew he was staring but couldn't bring himself to turn away, even when he realized that he was also now sporting a first class hard on. She was older than him, late twenties or early thirties he would guess. Her dark hair was done up and she was wrapped in a sexy red dress which showcased those fantastic legs at one end and full rounded breasts on the other. All in all, Michael noted to himself, she was one very hot woman.
At first he thought it was his imagination, but then he was certain of it. She was looking right back at him, dangling one of those killer high heels off her foot. Michael couldn't tear his eyes away and she knew it. A little smirk appeared at the corner of her soft lips as if she could read his mind and knew exactly how hard she was making his dick.
Then, unbelievably, she crooked her finger, motioning for Michael to come over to her table. Long seconds passed as he sat petrified, then like a zombie, he grabbed his drink and lurched across the room to her corner.
"You look like you could use some company." she said with that same smirk playing across her lips as she motioned for him to sit next to her at the small table.
"I certainly could." Michael replied, feeling for the first time since he had arrived in the city like a small town rube.
"My names Catherine." she said as she ran her gaze up and down his body. "And it seems to me that you're getting extremely excited just by looking at my body, hmmm?"
Michael flushed a deep red, unsure what to say. His mind was a blank as he searched for the right phrase.
"Your legs are magnificent." he blurted out, feeling incredibly stupid the moment he'd said it.
"Oh, is it my legs that made your dick so hard?" She said, gazing down at the large lump in his pants.
Michael was now totally speechless. He'd never felt so embarrassed in his life. He wished he could just run for the door and disappear.
"Don't worry honey, I consider that the finest compliment." she whispered as she leaned over close enough for him to smell the scent of her perfume.
Relieved, Michael started breathing again.
"In fact, I have a certain weakness for young men like yourself." she went on. "In fact, I have this knack of knowing just what a young man like yourself needs. What you fantasize about and what you really crave. Just think how excited you're going to be when I take you home with me and make all of those dirty dreams of yours come true."
"W-h-at do you mean?" Michael stuttered.
"What I'm offering you is a chance to live out your most secret fantasies. A chance to let your secret self out for a night."
Michael was becoming lost in the mixture of those captivating eyes and the music of her voice.
"What's your name?" Catherine demanded.
"Michael." he answered.
"Well, Michael, shall I tell you what it is that you want me to do to you, my little boy." she asked, again with the little laugh.
Catherine leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes, drawing him deeper into her spell. Then, quietly, graphically, she proceeded to detail his most secret and powerful fantasy.
"My guess is you'd like me to take control, to take you home with me, tie you up so you couldn't move a muscle, and then tease you for hours until you spurt globs of cum. Make you do all those nasty little things you would never have the courage to do on your own."
If he had been red-faced before, his hue now paled as Catherine whispered in his ear. She had repeated things he had never spoken out loud to anyone in his life. Desires so secret he was sometimes even afraid to fantasize about them.
"There's no need to be embarrassed." Catherine whispered into his ear. "No one else can hear us."
Michael felt like she had read his mind, his dick had gown so hard he thought it would burst from his pants. It felt like all the blood in his body was rushing from his head to his groin. Catherine didn't help matters any by slowly rubbing her leg up against his thigh under the table.
Color slowly returned to Michael's face as he composed himself. He still felt more than a little lightheaded with the revelation of his darkest desires. It was as if he was wearing a sign on his forehead that screamed pervert.
"So what do you think my little man?" the older woman asked. "And I do hope I'm only using that phrase figuratively. Do you have the courage to live those desires?"
Michael's heart was beating rapidly, his palms were sweaty. Part of him feared answering yes but another part feared ever more never having this chance again. The word seemed stuck in his dry throat.
"Y ... Ye ... ss." he finally managed to utter.
"Excellent." Catherine smiled broadly, overwhelming him with a wave of desire. "Let's get out of here then. I'm suddenly ravenous, but what I crave isn't on the menu."
Without waiting for his reply she rose and started for the door. As she rose Michael noticed how tall she was, almost 2 inches over his 5 '8". Dropping some money on the table to cover the bill, he followed her out into the street.
"My car is in the lot next door." Catherine said as she turned to the left.
Michael quickly followed, admiring the sway of her tight little ass as she walked. It was almost a crime, he thought, for any woman to have such a perfect ass. "One minute please." the garage attendant said as he took the parking ticket from Catherine and called on the intercom for one of his drivers to bring down her car.
Less than a minute later, an ebony black Porche two seater zipped down the long circular ramp and came to a stop in front of them. Mentally, Michael calculated the cost of the car as being more than he could save over the next ten years. He also noticed as Catherine slipped the driver a twenty dollar bill. It was obvious that money really wasn't a concern for her. It took a few moments for Michael to realize that Catherine was waiting for him to open the door for her. He quickly rushed over and opened the driver's side.
As Catherine settled into the plush leather seat, Michael got a beautiful view of her rounded breasts as they strained against the top of her dress.
Closing the door, he ran to the other side and climbed in next to her. Without a word, Catherine started the ignition and the car roared out into the night.
They'd traveled about five blocks when Catherine pulled the car over to the curb. She put the car in neutral and turned to her passenger. Michael in the meantime was looking up and around him. All of the buildings on this block were stores and offices. All were dark and closed at this time of night.
"Take off your tie and jacket." Catherine instructed him.
"Okay." Michael said as he pulled at the knot of his red tie and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. Then he draped his jacket over his bucket seat. The white shirt he wore underneath was short sleeved.
"Nice." she said as she ran her fingers up his lightly tanned arm.
Michael could feel the movement of every hair in his arm as her fingernails sailed across them.
"Open the glove compartment." Catherine quietly said.
Michael did so. Inside the small box was totally empty except for a beautiful multi-colored silk scarf. Following her instructions, he took it out.
"What do I do with it?" he asked.
"Put your hands behind your back." she said.
Holding the scarf in one hand, he did so. It was immediately apparent that she intended to tie him up with it. A burst of fear flashed in his mind. It was one thing to fantasize about being tied up, but to actually be helpless was another thing.
"Wrap each end around your wrist as far as you can." she continued. "Then pull it tight."
Michael did so. His hands were now tightly bound. If he simply let go of the scarf, he would be free.
"You don't get it, do you?" Catherine asked.
Michael didn't have to answer. His facial expression told it all.
"You control the game." she said. "You have the power to end it anytime you wish. All you have to do is relax your hands and let go of the scarf. Do you understand now?"
Michael nodded his head to say yes. It was an exciting concept. To surrender control, yet to hold the key to your captivity in your hands all the time.
Catherine leaned over and pressed her lips against Michael's. Her lipstick tasted of cinnamon and as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, that sweet taste spread throughout it as well.
Her fingers pressed down on the crotch of his pants, closing around his still hard cock, giving it a playful squeeze. She pumped it a few times, just enough to send tiny sparks to his brain.
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