Odd keepsake

Rifling through the very back of the drawer, I discovered an item that at first had me confused, and later had me excited. Beneath the clutter was an oddly familiar length of elasticated cord, quite thick with pvc buckles at either end of it. A bungie cord? Jess had new been the hiking and camping type, nor did she seem to have a pickup truck with heavy loads to secure. The fact that it was here in her bedroom had me baffled, but intrigued.

My eyes went wide and I smiled with shock and voyeuristic excitement when I realised why the cord seemed so familiar. I turned my find over and over in my hands, now sure it was the same one. I knew that Jess liked her keepsakes but seeing this one had my mind in a spin. We'd used this cord before

I knew Jess had a kinky-ish side from our time together. She was typically more submissive an had always gotten excited when I pinned her to the bed or the wall by her hands, preventing her from moving. One time in particular came rushing back into my mind.

Jess and I were frantically kissing one another against the wall at her parents' house. Time was always a factor in the earlier stages of our relationship and her parents wouldn't be too long before they sauntered back from their evening amble through the village with the dog. I'd pounced on Jess as she came back from putting on the kettle.

"I want you, not a brew" young me had said. Embarrassment of youth. It seemed to work for Jess though, who whimpered and allowed herself to be pressed up against the wall of the hallway and quickly met my excitement with her own. I had both of her hands held fast in one of my own as I pushed her against the gaudy wallpaper. Seeming like it was somewhere very far away, the kettle tutted its disapproval and clicked off. Having been grinding against me, Jess had tried to move away but I'd kept her in place, keeping up the pressure on her wrists. The excited moan that escaped her lips was seared into my mind. When she tried again, I was met with a hungry smile from her, biting her lower lip and gasping.

"Tea really that important is it?" I'd said breaking off the kiss. "You must be really thirsty?" Jess let out a giggle, looked into my eyes with far too much heat behind her own and went to move away again, purposefully. I got her meaning.

Roughly bringing her back to the wall form a third time, I pressed weight into her smaller frame pinning her in place, arms now firmly fastened to her sides as my hands held her wrists.

"You're not going anywhere, Jess" I whispered in her ear between kisses. Her breathy gasp of response told me all I needed to know. I flipped her around to face the wall and began to inexpertly fumble with her jeans, trying to get them lowered past her shapely arse. My other arm was braced on her body, holding her to the wall with my elbow in the small of her back and my hand on the back of her neck. Both panting with excitement I was helped through my Jean removal trouble by Jess who unbuttoned them and wiggled her hips to lower them down towards her ankles, helped by my clawing enthusiastic hand. Next came her panties, no difficulty there, and I then moved on to removing my own trousers, moving my hand away from Jess' back. As I did so, she paused a second then made a move to slide sideways away from me along the wall. I brought me hand back to hold her in place and kissed her neck as she gasped in response. Again, when I tried to resume lowering my trousers, Jess tried to sidle away. It was as exciting as it was annoying. Pausing to think through this challenge, I had my body against Jess, my clothed hips pressed up against her naked arse, both of us breathing heavily. Her head slightly tilted, I could see a strand of Jess' hair dancing to and from her face with each breath. I had her hands by the wrists so that we both formed a 'Y' shape now. Trying to inch her right arm along the wall, I tightened my grip and held her fast. The pointed look in her eye however, made my gaze follow where she was looking.

A spare elasticated cord belonging to her dad hung from the one of the hooks on the back of the kitchen door, just within reach of my arms. Looking back at Jess' face, she flexed her wrists under my hands, flushing a little pink and then tightened her lips together casting her eyes down at the floor, embarrassment clearly getting the better of her. Realisation dawned and I took the hint.

Wrapping the cord in a figure of eight around Jess'trembling, excited hands she leant her head backwards to press her lips against mine. She moaned in pleasure and anticipation as she felt my cock becoming uncontrollably heard inside my trousers, pressing against her exposed behind. Having made several loops around her wrists, I now had the cord tight enough to prevent her from breaking free. Placing the two buckled ends of the cord together I pushed them together with an audible click.

At the same time I heard the scrabbling of furry paws at the front door and Jess and I shared a look of panic. The frantic de-buckling and untwisting of the cord and Jess' hoisting up of her jeans as the front door opened, seemed comical to me now, even though at the time it was anything but. After that near miss, we'd joked about what nearly happened and I'd taken Jess'mortified reaction to the incident to mean that she wouldn't seek to try anything like that again.

Now seeing this same cord in Jess' drawer literally years later, made me reconsider how hesitant she'd be about trying the same thing again. If she could be persuaded that is.