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25/04/2013
This story may be a tad tame, but I'll try to get into as much detail as I can. I'm not an expert at this, and I'm nervous even writing this for other people to see.
There are a couple friends that I have that I'm comfortable talking about sex and things to do with sex, but even then I tend to get flustered when it came to details. During a conversation with one of my friends, for story's sake let's refer to her by 'M', we were discussing various kinks. I mentioned, as a passing remark only that the idea of rope bondage was always amusing to me, and that when done well it was almost an art form.
I'm a very shy, fairly cute if I might say so myself, girl. My friend is drop-dead gorgeous and is older than me by about three years or so. I just recently turned twenty and as a joke gift to tease me she got me a book on Japanese rope bondage, which is very artistic in nature. Being as shy and innocent as I am I had to hid it so that my mom wouldn't find it as well as try not to bring it up in front of M again because she would tease me to no end. “Oh, why don't you try though? You have a manual now,” and such.
So one day she asked to borrow the book, and of course I had to ask why. I'm shy and nervous, but ultimately still curious. “Oh, I just want to take a look at it. I never got to because they gift-wrapped it for me at the shop.” I lent it to her and a week or so went by and she hadn't returned it. When I called her and asked if I'd be getting it back, as it did find it's way into my small stash of – I don't want to say porn because it wasn't always about getting off – illicit belongings I guess would be the best way to put it. Either way, I wanted it back because I had seen something another friend of mine had sent me and I wanted to compare them. She said I could pick it up later that day, and that she would be out for a while.
Normally I would have waited until she called me back, if she called me back, and then gone over to retrieve it. The conversation with my friend online was still fresh in my mind and they were waiting on a response from me, that I ultimately couldn't provide without a little bit of research. I'm the friend that's generally considered to be adorable and harmless, and I'm always one to follow rules, and as such people trust me with things such as keys to their house. I would never steal anything, or scrounge through their things, but I knew where the book was at M's place – the coffee table. I had seen it the day just before, but we were in a hurry to go out to the mall or something together, I don't remember.
I waited for about half an hour before I took the five minute walk to her house so that I didn't bump into her. It never dawned on me as I went over that she might still be there even though there was a car I'd never seen before parked in the driveway. I figured it was M's new housemate.
Once I was inside I saw someone sitting on the couch – I could only see the back of their head – and I could hear the shower running in the other room. Introducing myself to M's housemate seemed like a good idea at the time until I approached the couch. She had heard me, and tried to make herself comfortable while pretending that it wasn't a huge thing.
She was naked. Head-to-toe naked, not a shred of cloth on her body. Not only was she naked, but she was tied up as well. It looked like something out of the book, but the book never showed pictures of sexy women trying to act casual on a couch. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and there were a few things I noticed about the rope-harness she was wearing. It outlined her tits – which were only maybe two sizes smaller than M's massive rack – very fittingly. It actually looked really good, and was very endearing I guess. There was a crotch rope that I could see even from the angle I was standing at beside the couch was incredibly tight, and I'd imagine would make moving a very exciting process.
As I said earlier, she was being very casual about it. She was leaning back into the couch, with her legs crossed up on the coffee table, watching television. Had I been less shy I might have actually commented on her nakedness and tied-up-edness(??? haha), but as she managed to make herself look incredibly casual and laid back as if it was something she did all the time I was to embarrassed to say anything. I stood there for a moment staring at her, and maybe she was hoping that if she pretended that I wasn't there that I would vanish, but when that didn't happen she tried to make a little bit of small talk to again divert attention away from her position.
“Sup?” Casual as anything. Calm, cool, and collected. I was standing there looking at a young woman, about a year or so younger than M, bright red and flustered. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I just ended up kind of fiddling with my fingers for the conversation. “You must be one of M's friends I assume. She's in the right now shower, but I can let her know you came by.”
“N-no, it's okay.” Even now, looking back, I'm still finding it hard to believe that I was more embarrassed than she was. I was stammering and fidgeting trying to make it not as awkward as it really was for me. It was the first time that I had ever been presented with a naked women outside of M and my ex-girlfriend, and never in my life did I think I'd be randomly presented with one wrapped so... tightly.
“Oh, alright then.” She turned back to the TV, though I could see her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Another moment went by, and I was trying to look anywhere else to avoid eye contact but it was very difficult. Finally she spoke again, “Do you need anything?”
And it was at that moment I remembered why I had come to M's place to begin with. My book was indeed on the coffee table, but in the one spot that I really wished it wasn't. I think in a continued effort to pretend she wasn't tied up naked in front of a stranger she decided to hide the book under her feet on the table. It actually broke my heart to inform her, as politely as possible, that her feet were on the book I had come to retrieve, and when I told her she went a bit pale.
“R-right,” the guise finally cracked. In the moment I figured she thought that I was a practitioner of sorts, and was helping M learn by lending her a book but in hindsight it was probably the crotch rope that was the source of the sudden panic. Having taken a step forward by this point when she lifted her legs I caught a glimpse of exactly how tight the crotch rope was as well at noticing two appropriately placed knots. I could see them rubbing against her hard and her face went from pale to red as soon as she began to move.
Before her feet even hit the hardwood floor I had snatched up the book. In hindsight I probably could have saved us both a lot of embarrassment by pretending I was there for a different book. I don't know why I didn't though, it was one of those moments where the shy, honest child in me didn't want to steal anything or have to make up a lie.
“I- I'll let her know you dropped by.” Her voice was a bit higher pitched than it was before she had to move. I said alright, and scurried off as quickly as I could because at that moment I heard the shower stop upstairs and even though I knew M would probably have kept her friend waiting longer while she dried off and got dressed, I didn't want to take the risk of her walking downstairs and seeing me there.
I slipped out as quietly as I had gone in, and practically ran home, trying to hide my book inside my sweatshirt. My mom was still at work, and I had a good three or four hours before she got home. Needless to say I was naked in my bed going over all the details over and over, as well as imagining what else might have been happening before or after I left. I was able to keep M's inevitable teasing out of my mind for the remainder of the day as well. It was an amazing rush and I feel like I deserved some of the teasing I got later on.
As I said, my story was very tame. Although I'm a writer, I'm not adept at writing or talking about sex with as much detail as most. Even as I'm writing this I'm bright red, and I can't believe that I'm actually posting this for other people to read.
There are a couple friends that I have that I'm comfortable talking about sex and things to do with sex, but even then I tend to get flustered when it came to details. During a conversation with one of my friends, for story's sake let's refer to her by 'M', we were discussing various kinks. I mentioned, as a passing remark only that the idea of rope bondage was always amusing to me, and that when done well it was almost an art form.
I'm a very shy, fairly cute if I might say so myself, girl. My friend is drop-dead gorgeous and is older than me by about three years or so. I just recently turned twenty and as a joke gift to tease me she got me a book on Japanese rope bondage, which is very artistic in nature. Being as shy and innocent as I am I had to hid it so that my mom wouldn't find it as well as try not to bring it up in front of M again because she would tease me to no end. “Oh, why don't you try though? You have a manual now,” and such.
So one day she asked to borrow the book, and of course I had to ask why. I'm shy and nervous, but ultimately still curious. “Oh, I just want to take a look at it. I never got to because they gift-wrapped it for me at the shop.” I lent it to her and a week or so went by and she hadn't returned it. When I called her and asked if I'd be getting it back, as it did find it's way into my small stash of – I don't want to say porn because it wasn't always about getting off – illicit belongings I guess would be the best way to put it. Either way, I wanted it back because I had seen something another friend of mine had sent me and I wanted to compare them. She said I could pick it up later that day, and that she would be out for a while.
Normally I would have waited until she called me back, if she called me back, and then gone over to retrieve it. The conversation with my friend online was still fresh in my mind and they were waiting on a response from me, that I ultimately couldn't provide without a little bit of research. I'm the friend that's generally considered to be adorable and harmless, and I'm always one to follow rules, and as such people trust me with things such as keys to their house. I would never steal anything, or scrounge through their things, but I knew where the book was at M's place – the coffee table. I had seen it the day just before, but we were in a hurry to go out to the mall or something together, I don't remember.
I waited for about half an hour before I took the five minute walk to her house so that I didn't bump into her. It never dawned on me as I went over that she might still be there even though there was a car I'd never seen before parked in the driveway. I figured it was M's new housemate.
Once I was inside I saw someone sitting on the couch – I could only see the back of their head – and I could hear the shower running in the other room. Introducing myself to M's housemate seemed like a good idea at the time until I approached the couch. She had heard me, and tried to make herself comfortable while pretending that it wasn't a huge thing.
She was naked. Head-to-toe naked, not a shred of cloth on her body. Not only was she naked, but she was tied up as well. It looked like something out of the book, but the book never showed pictures of sexy women trying to act casual on a couch. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and there were a few things I noticed about the rope-harness she was wearing. It outlined her tits – which were only maybe two sizes smaller than M's massive rack – very fittingly. It actually looked really good, and was very endearing I guess. There was a crotch rope that I could see even from the angle I was standing at beside the couch was incredibly tight, and I'd imagine would make moving a very exciting process.
As I said earlier, she was being very casual about it. She was leaning back into the couch, with her legs crossed up on the coffee table, watching television. Had I been less shy I might have actually commented on her nakedness and tied-up-edness(??? haha), but as she managed to make herself look incredibly casual and laid back as if it was something she did all the time I was to embarrassed to say anything. I stood there for a moment staring at her, and maybe she was hoping that if she pretended that I wasn't there that I would vanish, but when that didn't happen she tried to make a little bit of small talk to again divert attention away from her position.
“Sup?” Casual as anything. Calm, cool, and collected. I was standing there looking at a young woman, about a year or so younger than M, bright red and flustered. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I just ended up kind of fiddling with my fingers for the conversation. “You must be one of M's friends I assume. She's in the right now shower, but I can let her know you came by.”
“N-no, it's okay.” Even now, looking back, I'm still finding it hard to believe that I was more embarrassed than she was. I was stammering and fidgeting trying to make it not as awkward as it really was for me. It was the first time that I had ever been presented with a naked women outside of M and my ex-girlfriend, and never in my life did I think I'd be randomly presented with one wrapped so... tightly.
“Oh, alright then.” She turned back to the TV, though I could see her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Another moment went by, and I was trying to look anywhere else to avoid eye contact but it was very difficult. Finally she spoke again, “Do you need anything?”
And it was at that moment I remembered why I had come to M's place to begin with. My book was indeed on the coffee table, but in the one spot that I really wished it wasn't. I think in a continued effort to pretend she wasn't tied up naked in front of a stranger she decided to hide the book under her feet on the table. It actually broke my heart to inform her, as politely as possible, that her feet were on the book I had come to retrieve, and when I told her she went a bit pale.
“R-right,” the guise finally cracked. In the moment I figured she thought that I was a practitioner of sorts, and was helping M learn by lending her a book but in hindsight it was probably the crotch rope that was the source of the sudden panic. Having taken a step forward by this point when she lifted her legs I caught a glimpse of exactly how tight the crotch rope was as well at noticing two appropriately placed knots. I could see them rubbing against her hard and her face went from pale to red as soon as she began to move.
Before her feet even hit the hardwood floor I had snatched up the book. In hindsight I probably could have saved us both a lot of embarrassment by pretending I was there for a different book. I don't know why I didn't though, it was one of those moments where the shy, honest child in me didn't want to steal anything or have to make up a lie.
“I- I'll let her know you dropped by.” Her voice was a bit higher pitched than it was before she had to move. I said alright, and scurried off as quickly as I could because at that moment I heard the shower stop upstairs and even though I knew M would probably have kept her friend waiting longer while she dried off and got dressed, I didn't want to take the risk of her walking downstairs and seeing me there.
I slipped out as quietly as I had gone in, and practically ran home, trying to hide my book inside my sweatshirt. My mom was still at work, and I had a good three or four hours before she got home. Needless to say I was naked in my bed going over all the details over and over, as well as imagining what else might have been happening before or after I left. I was able to keep M's inevitable teasing out of my mind for the remainder of the day as well. It was an amazing rush and I feel like I deserved some of the teasing I got later on.
As I said, my story was very tame. Although I'm a writer, I'm not adept at writing or talking about sex with as much detail as most. Even as I'm writing this I'm bright red, and I can't believe that I'm actually posting this for other people to read.
Poster:
Shy Amy
