Red Button

As Emily decides I thought about how we even ended up here. A room with no doors. There must be one hidden somewhere. And what's the purpose, really? Trapping two people in such a small room, then giving these... instructions. My eyes turned to Emily's body. Lithe, voluptuous, strong, fertile - the way she shifted her weight onto the other leg as she reads the note might as well be an art form. Her full, wet lips that she subtly bit... why Emily? Why me?

"Well, I hope you'll be a gentleman and give the lady first pick," she said, handing me back the note. She sounded confident, as usual. But I think for the first time I heard a little hesitation.

I felt pretty uneasy myself. The endeavor we were going to carry out - I didn't know how to act. I tried my best to be polite. "Yes, of course," I said.

"No offense," she said, "but I don't think you should let a woman go naked. I'll pick the red one, if that's fine with you. I'll... sort out the task by myself."

"Okay, I completely agree," I said before I realize I might be being a bit too agreeable. But the full **** of her words and tone of voice just did that to people. But I'm not arguing. It's for the best.

She put her finger up to the button first and stared me in the eye. It wasn't frightening or anything, but it was steady. Friendly and firm. And I realized that by the way I couldn't even keep eye contact with her she knew she was safe, even though she would be tied up and alone with me.

"You ready?" she said. I put my finger up. "Yeah." We pressed it at the same time.

"Ah", I heard Emily gasp.

I turned around, realizing I was naked. My hands instinctively flew to cover myself, but not before Emily caught a glimpse. She turned away too with a smile on her face. "Hah, sorry!" she said, blushing. I blushed too.

How did that happen so fast?

But using my hands to cover myself my fingers touched my shaft. Oh boy. It shot sensations through me. Then I saw how Emily was tied - sat down with hands behind her back, back against the wall. The room was a rectangle, and with this being the shorter end, her legs couldn't even stretch fully, toes nudging on the glass pane. Two chains connected each of her legs to the adjacent walls, so she couldn't close them. And I was standing naked right between her knees.

I stepped out, a little embarrassed. Emily struggled in her binds, grunting, and in that position her chest was pushed out, and her legs couldn't close an inch. Because of how short her sport shorts were I saw the ligament on her inner thigh. I tried to help her out of her binds, but in doing so my dick grew and I had to turn away flustered.

"Yeah, those are handcuffs, nothing I can do to help," I said.

"Ugh, fuck," she muttered. "Didn't it say something about a timer?" I didn't see it before, but there it was, on the glass pane. Ticking down, 8 minutes and 56 seconds.

"Christ, you've got to be kidding me," she muttered. 6 minutes 36 seconds now. It's not like I have anything else to do but stare at the clock and listen to Emily struggle. "Help me," she said, still sounding more of a command than a plea.

"Yeah, what do you want me to do?" I turned and realized she had lost her composure. Her face was red, and this time it was her that couldn't look me in the eye. I noticed the wet patch on her pants that was impossible for her to hide, but said nothing.

"Can you try to unlock these?" she said, half as loud as before.

I got down on one knee beside her. I tried to cover myself with one hand at first, but decided there was no point. She bent forward for me to have a better look at the cuffs, and sure enough, without a key there was nothing I could do. "You got a bobby pin?" I said, and caught her staring at my dick. She turned away instantly when she noticed.

"Uh - might be one in my pocket."

I paused, half expecting her to reach into her pockets and find them. Right. I felt around her pants, feeling the movement of her thigh muscles underneath. Not on this side. I reached for the other side, pausing when my dick brushed against her arm, sending jolts that made me recoil back. She didn't say anything, but in her worried gaze was empathy, and longing. I went to feel around the other side of her pants, more careful this time.

"You don't have any pockets," I concluded.

"Oh. Uh - "

The clock now ticked at 5 minutes. "You know," she began, the most sheepish I had ever seen her, "I'm not sure if this is too much to ask from you, but... I... um, I need you to help me... like... cum."

"Yeah, I get it. No strings attached," I said.

"Th- thanks."

I didn't know where to start, so I began awkwardly rubbing on the wet patch on her crotch, outside of her pants. She couldn't look me in the eye. It didn't seem to be working. I added my other hand to her breast to search for her nipple. She gave me a slight shocked look, but resigned back.

"You can take them off," she said, regaining a bit of her former self.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

4 minutes. I peeled her T-shirt up, then her bra. Her breasts sprung free, reminding me of the time I imagined what they looked like when I was in the stands watching her run the 4x100. Then I slipped my hand into her pants and panties, found her snatch and worked up a rhythm. She soon started humping my fingers in the little movement she could muster.

"Ah!" she moaned, and even her moan was vibrant. "Yes, there, faster..." Meanwhile my dick was throbbing. Her I was, Emily bound in front of me, shirt held up by my fingers squeezing her tits, her compact midriff exposed all down to her pants slipping off her pussy, which my other hand was thrusting into. My dick send explosions in me as it hit her thigh, smearing my pre-cum on the smooth skin, but I wanted to drag it on her. But I couldn't.

At 2 minutes, an orgasm rocked through her body. She hoisted herself up a small height against the wall, toes curling, eyes to the back of her head, panting when it ended. But there was no time to lose.

"Quick, again," she said, and I obliged. "Get between my legs, quick." I didn't stop my fingers, but now my penis was accidentally jabbing into her crotch with all her erratic movements. Her pants was fully down now, far as they could stretch down her open thighs. "Come on, faster! Just put it in me!" she yelled. I knew full well I would come by doing so, so I didn't.

"Get under me and put it in!" she said, gasping. 54 seconds now. 53. "No, I can't!"

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I'll fucking come!"

"No you won't! Please!"

She begged me with her eyes. Trying to steady herself with her arms under her and her torso all naked from shoulder to knees, she tried to push herself forward onto my dick. I had my back up against the wall and her legs on either side, still trying to masturbate her furiously without letting her approaching pussy near my dick.

"John!" she screamed.

And suddenly something changed in the glass pane behind me. I turned to see Mark, Emily's boyfriend, in a girlish room, but he doesn't seem to notice us. This glass pane was some sort of window to the room. "Emily?" he said, looking around.

"Oh, Mark!" Emily yelled and froze. He didn't seem to hear anything and sat on the bed, looking puzzled.

34 seconds. "Continue, quick!" Emily said. We resumed, and Emily went close enough to straddle me, almost falling backward but I caught her.

"Please, I can't come without your dick," her face was an inch to mine as she pleaded.

"No, Emily. I don't want to be stuck here," I said, and pushed her back.

She was so **** that she started crying. "Please, John. I don't want to be stuck here too - please John I'll do anything just - just - let me - "

I didn't care anymore. I put it in her, and exploded.