WARNING!

The following story contains explicit depictions of sexual acts.  
It may also describe non-consensual activity or other illegal 
activities. If you are under-age, offended by such material or 
if this kind of material is illegal where you live 
then  DO NOT READ THIS!!

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Uncertainties  (F-solo, MF)

Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 1996-2000

All rights reserved.



It was another game, this one perhaps more dangerous than some but
exciting nonetheless.  Ahead, according to the directions he'd given her,
was an alley, apparently deserted.  The street was scattered with people
hurrying home in the fading daylight.  Other than the occasional
appreciative look from some of the men, they ignored her completely.  She
thought once again of her instructions and shivered with delight,
wondering what those people would think if they only what she was about
to do.

Across the street she caught sight of the alley and her heart began to
race.  This was it, the point of decision, to walk on by or to go ahead
with the game.  As always, she chose to go ahead.  Never once had she
backed down and never once had she been disappointed.

Without any visible hesitation she crossed over, turned into the dead-end
alley and began to walk its length.  She stopped near its end at a large
recessed roller door, looking exactly as he'd described it.  Here she
would be out of sight from the street, though only just, she reflected.
With her back to the roller she thought about what she was going to do
and her breath quickened with anticipation.  With an effort she reached
up and began to unbutton her blouse.  Part of her wanted to hurry but she
forced herself to move slowly, taking time with each button as if she
were teasing some unseen stranger in the shadows at the end of the alley.
Of course that was where he would be but she preferred to pretend
otherwise.

As she slowly bared herself, the bright red ropes that crossed and bound
her body came into view.  After a time she pulled her blouse fully open
to reveal her entire upper torso covered in an elaborate network of
knotted rope.  Strongly aroused and feeling more confident, she glanced
briefly towards the end of the alley and began to lightly caress her
breasts, teasing herself and her imaginary stranger until she was weak
kneed and breathless.  Lifting her skirt, she tucked it into the ropes
and slid her hand down to small lace panties and the rope that lay firmly
over them, nestling along the entire length of her sex from front to
back.  On the entire trip here, that soft smooth rope had been
wonderfully tormenting her, massaging her maddeningly with every step she
took.  Now, although not walking, she found she could get sufficient
stimulation by slowly moving her hips.  Returning her hands to her bound
breasts, she closed her eyes and lost herself in her pleasure.

As she felt herself nearing a climax, she opened her eyes, knowing that
in her present state the reaffirming of where she was would add to her
excitement.  To her shock and disbelief found herself staring at a man -
a total stranger - standing no more than ten feet in front of her.  Her
instant reaction was fear but reason fought through and she suddenly
realised that he must part of the plan.  He stood in full view of where
her lover could see and there was no reaction from him at all.
Furthermore, the man was neither poorly dressed nor unkempt in appearance
as one might expect from someone in this alley.  It all fitted together.
Every game he planned had its own special surprise and this was this
evening's.

She felt enormously self-conscious but seeing how incredibly aroused the
man was her own excitement rapidly returned.  He finally broke the
tension by approaching her, eyeing her up and down as if he could barely
believe his eyes.  He fingered the ropes for a while noticing with
pleasure how his touch affected her.  Needing him more than she could
believe, she carefully unbuckled his jeans and ran her nails lightly
along the length of his hardness outlined in dark green briefs.  It was
all the encouragement he needed.  She suddenly found herself pressed up
hard against the shutter, his large body pinning her helplessly as his
hand dove between her legs.  He pulled aside the rope and her panties in
one eager movement and thrust himself into her without hesitation.  She
cried out in pleasure and threw her arms around his shoulders for support
as he began to take her like a man obsessed.  Within seconds she was
powerfully climaxing, holding on for dear life as he drove powerfully
into her, literally lifting up the wall.

His climax was sudden and very intense.  He held her so tight she could
barely breath but then it seemed that complete exhaustion washed through
him and he could barely support the both of them.  Sliding back down to
her feet, she staggered slightly as he stepped back and fastened his
jeans.  He looked at her strangely as if unsure how she was going to
react.  It was then that uncertainty first started to creep in.

Feeling more vulnerable than upset, she calmly made herself presentable.
When she had finished he was still standing there, somewhat reminiscent
of when she first saw him.  Her face flushed hotly at the thought of what
she might have just done.  Her first concern however was safety.  On
unsteady legs she made her way out of the alley, watching him cautiously
as she tried to walk past with confidence.  In high heels she would be
unable to outrun him, should her hunch be right and should he try to
pursue her but he looked mostly embarrassed and she began to relax.  When
she was half way along the alley and he had still not come after her, her
confidence began to return.

At that moment a familiar face came hurrying around the corner from the
street.  Upon seeing her, a sheepish grin spread across his face as he
rushed up to her, clearly concerned.

"This is the wrong alley.  You weren't supposed to cross the street," he
said apologetically.  "It took me a while to find you." His eyes suddenly
looked past her and a concerned frown crossed his features.  "Who's he?"
He asked, growing visibly tense.

"Just someone I asked directions of," she replied, desperate to keep
moving.  Putting her arm in his, she urged him forward.  He eyed her
sceptically but let it be.

As they came back out onto the street he pulled her close.  "This was a
bit of a disaster, I'm sorry.  I promise you though the next idea I have
will more than make up for it."

A little in shock and still incredibly aroused, she just smiled and
hugged him back, wondering if she would ever tell what really happened.

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Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 1996
All rights reserved.
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