Why Not?

. . . "Well, I guess I could give your place a look.", I comment as casually as I could, before shooting him another toothy grin. I'm surprised by my response. I just met them, and now I've agreed to enter their house without even knowing their names first. I guess I must really find them attractive. Either that or part of me really wants what they are offering.

"You won't be disappointed, sweetheart," he says. He steps closer and gives me a kiss on the mouth. I'm caught unaware at first, but soon relax into it, and I see my eyelids close as I relax to his touch. His right-hand moves to my ass, and soon he has casually lifted the hem of my skirt up in back. I can feel the cool breeze caress my now exposed ass cheeks to any onlookers. His hand casually gooses my bare rear end, before giving it a not-so-gentle squeeze. I'd have yelped out in surprise, if not for the fact we were passionately kissing at the moment.

His left hand was no slouch, either. He had started caressing my breast with it, and it had soon reached underneath my tank top, and soon was gently rubbing my breasts, particularly my nipples. His movements had pulled my top up as he worked, revealing my mammaries to the open air.

His lips eventually moved from mine, moving slowly to kissing my neck. I bent my head back, giving him more space to work with. I felt his kisses along my neck, and let out a quiet moan as he worked. I felt his hand squeeze my left ass cheek hard again, before going back to rubbing and caressing it again. This time, I did let out a quiet 'yelp', before letting out another moan of pleasure.

Soon my top was off both of my large breasts, exposing them directly to the early evening sunlight, and the cool spring air. Oh, and his touch. His mouth moved down to my shoulder, My eyes were still closed, angled almost straight up, I felt helpless to his touch, and did not feel a problem with that at all. Soon, his kisses move to my hard left breast. As he did so, I felt him squeeze my other breast in the palm of his hand, as if kneading dough. He did that several more times, as his lips found the hard nipple, and started caressing it with his tongue. He played with it several times, even as he continued the sexual touches, though none too gently, with his hands. Soon it touches his teeth to my nipple and felt him put some pressure on it. This elicited a much loader moan of mixed pleasure and pain from my lips, but I did not open my eyes, nor did I make any moment to stop him. I felt him pull on the nipple with his teeth, letting it slide between them before almost realizing it from between its teeth only to grab at it again.

I moaned loudly at his touch and felt a shudder of excitement run through my body. Here I am, my ass, bush, and both mammaries exposed for all to see, getting sexually stimulated by a strange man I just met, and I don't even mind. He stopped touching me just as fast as it started, leaving me craving for more of his body over mine. I wanted to reach out but realized my hands would not budge from my sides. Looked back, and saw a pair of fuzzy handcuffs holding them in place behind me. I saw the mischievous grin from his co-conspirator behind me, but I stuck my tongue out at him. He shrugged, before putting a collar of sorts around my neck. Startled, but no less aroused, I watched as the man I was smooching grabbed a metal chain on the caller and started slowly walking me toward the basement door he pointed at earlier. I felt a laugh well it was way up from within me, despite myself.

As I walked, my skirt pulled itself the rest of the way up, revealing the whole of my shaved bush to the world. I was now only wearing two strips of cloth - one around my waist, and another riding above my neck. I was fully on display for anyone to see, my hands held behind my back, and being let by the neck by a man I just barely met, to a den I have yet to be it. And boy, was I enjoying every minute of it. I had no idea what was in store for me next, but I was surreally turned on by the nation.

I followed his lead down the stairs and into the room beyond. I did not care honestly what was in there, so long as I could feel his touch again.