At Least For A Day
Over coffee, she explained how bored with the daily routine and that she just wanted some excitement back in her life. Her friend smiled and said, “I thought you had some little buzzy friends to cheer you up?”
“I do, but even they don’t get me off like they used to.”
“You need to try something different then, finish up your coffee and come back to mine.”
“I not sure that I want to do that with you, it might all go wrong and ruin our friendship.”
“Oh no I don’t mean that! You’re the same size as me, let’s see if a change of clothes and a day out will cheer you up a bit, are you up for it?”
“Oh okay then…”
“Come on then, lets get the car before you change your mind.”
On the short drive her friend gave a vague outline of the plan for the day, which to be honest didn’t sound that exciting; shopping, a relaxing afternoon in the park and out for meal in the evening. But she had nothing else planned.
Once at her friend’s house and inside, her friend said “Now for this to work, you need to trust me and I will give you some challenges, and hopefully one or two will put a little excitement back into your life, at least for a day. I do it when I want to cheer myself up.”
Her friend went upstairs to get some things, and came back with a couple of dresses and a small back leather bag.
The two dresses, cotton, one black the other white; low cut short summer dresses.
“Which one do you want to wear?”
“Are those my only choices?”
“Yes.”
“Err, well with black ankle boots I’ll go for the black one then.”
“Good choice.”
“Not sure how this is exciting?”
“Oh, I forgot, other than your boots and this dress, you are only allowed to wear one other item of clothing.”
“What?”
“Black dress, your boots, and your choice of your jeans, your t-shirt, your bra or your knickers, up to you, but I don’t think that dress will go with your jeans or your t-shirt…
Go on, go and get changed.”
“But…”
“GO and get CHANGED.”
She went off up to the spare bedroom and stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt. Decisions, decisions, she took her bra off and put the dress on and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. It seemed shorter on than she had expected, ending about mid thigh and as she had feared, the light cotton dress was not very flattering without a bra underneath. “Oh fuck it!” she thought, slipped the dress off again, put her bra back on, then the dress, then her boots. Finally, reluctantly, she pulled at the sides of her thong and let it drop to her feet and freed it from her boots.
“What are you doing up there?” her friend shouted from downstairs.
“Nearly done…”
“For fuck’s sake, you’ve only got to put two items of clothing on!”
She looked once again in the mirror, the dress looked much more flattering, although alarmingly rather shorter than before, and with the light from the window the cotton was thin passing through reflecting back at her.
She went back downstairs.
“Stunning! And very flattering, I said it was a good choice.”
“You don’t think it’s, well, a bit short?”
“That’s why I chose it.”
I feel rather err, exposed.”
“That’s why I chose it. Come on, we need to go and do some shopping.”
“Surely you’re not expecting me to go out like this?”
“Not a lot of point staying in is there? And why not? I do, come on get your car keys.”
As the left the house to walk to the car, she was conscious of the light breeze lifting the hem of the skirt and the cool air between her legs.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Yes, trust me.”
She opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, with the realisation that the dress rode up covering even less than before.
“Where are we going?”
“Just into town. And stop pulling at the hem of the dress, you stretch it; no one can see.”
Once they set off, driving took her mind off other less covered things.
“Ok, pull in here at the supermarket.”
“You’re not serious?”
“Yes, we need to pick up a few bits and it’s convenient for a couple of other places we need to go.”
She pulled up into a parking space and then realised that there was no chance of getting out of the car without flashing albeit briefly. As she switched the engine off, she felt a tingling and realised she was becoming just a little wet at the thought.
“Don’t worry” her friend reassured her, “they shouldn’t be looking there anyway.”
She managed to get out of the car and pull the hem of the dress back down, as far as she knew her secret was still safe.
“Right” her friend said “I need to go and get a few things, can you go and pick a bottle or two of wine, white, the one with the green label on the lowest shelf of the chiller. I’ll meet you back at the car.”
She turned to go off to the wine aisle, and it suddenly dawned on her, the lowest shelf? She turned back to protest, but her friend had disappeared already on whatever mission she was on.
Two choices; leave the store and go back to the car empty handed, or accept the challenge. “Oh well, made it this far and to be honest I could really do with a large glass of wine after this”.
She walked up to the wine aisle, pulling nervously at the hem of the dress. How best to approach the task? Yes, the preferred approach is not to bend over and not know who might be looking up her dress, but to squat down, which she did. As she slid the chiller door open, an icy blast went between her knees and up the dress making her gasp. As she reached into get the bottles, she caught her reflection in the polished steel of the chiller. She stood up, and awkwardly pulled the hem of the dress down to as much modesty as it would afford, and went to the checkout to pay.
Back at the car, her friend smiled and said, “You took your time. Open up the car so that we can get this stuff in the boot and get on.” She opened up the car, put the wine in and her friend placed a bag in. “What do you buy?” she asked. “Nothing much.” Was the rather uninformative response. “Come on, it’s almost 12:30, we need to be somewhere.” Her friend marched off purposefully and she followed, trying to tame the wayward dress.
She followed her friend into a salon, and after they went in the woman in the salon turned the sign on the door to closed for lunch and locked the door. Her friend said, “You shave right?” She nodded and said, “but not since last week.”
“Well it’s always a hassle doing it yourself, so my treat.” The woman sat her down in one of the chairs and reclined it, then lifted the hem of that little black dress that she had been so desperate to keep below her waist; knees parted, the woman took a shaving brush and started to apply shaving foam in slow, firm and deliberate up and down strokes.
She thought to herself “This must be ok, it’s a professional treatment, but I thought there might have been somewhere more private in the salon to do this?” A large window frosted at the lower half the only protection from passers by.
Still, she lay back and enjoyed the sensation of the soft soapy bristles between her legs, which seemed to take longer than strictly necessary. A final firm upward flick of the brush teased just enough. Then the cold touch of the razor, removing the foam to a smooth finish and once complete, a firm hand applied post shave oil to the smooth skin.
Her friend had been standing fairly disinterested, staring out of the window onto the sunny street, thanked the woman, paid her and dress readjusted they left the salon.
“Right, one more stop and off home.” Her friend instructed. “How’s your day so far?”
“Err, I’m not sure, sort of feels good, bad and terrifying at the same time.”
“Relax, great being bad is feeling good, trick is to revel in but ignore any attention that any little slips get. This is a great little boutique and lets see if we can’t do something about your confidence and technique. Plus I need to get you a dress, so that you can keep pulling that hem and not the one on my dress you’re wearing.”
They went into the boutique, and her friend started browsing the rails. “I’ll choose some things for you to try on. Go into the changing booth nearest the entrance.” She did as instructed. The booth had mirrors on all three walls with a stool and a three quarter length curtain.
Her friend followed in shortly after, “I have to a good look for some things that will show you off at your best. You might as well sit down, it will take me a few minutes.” Her friend left and she sat down, glad of some privacy as once again the dress rode up as she sat down, now even more easily than before her shave.
A few minutes passed, and she heard the email tone on her phone, an email from her friend, titled ‘Looking Pretty Fantastic”. She opened the email to be greeted solely with the message ‘click here to download photos’. Her finger hovered over the message momentarily and then tapped the screen. Slowly the screen filled downwards with first photo; driving to the shops, at the checkout, going up the steps towards the salon, being shaved and finally one showing that where she was currently sat, the stool was too low for the curtain. The consistent theme running through the photos was that it was clear she was exposing more than she knew, even when she thought she was being so careful.
As the last photo loaded, she instinctively stood up, somewhat shocked but she also found herself turned on, scrolling through the now fully loaded pictures, studying them more closely.
Her friend came in with a couple of dresses; all a similar length to the one she was wearing, one identical but in white and a fine mesh black dress. “Now are you having an exciting day?” She just smiled back at her friend, kind of getting it now, but also wishing she could open one of those bottles of wine soon. Her friend left the booth, closing the curtain about three quarters of the way. She instinctively pulled it fully closed. Her friend turned and slid it back to the three quarters again. “Now try on the dresses and we can go home and some lunch.”
She slipped out of her dress and tried the white one on. It looked good although if anything shorter than the black one. The email tone on her phone went again; click here to download photos. Two this time, one of her reflected in one of the mirrors, wearing only her bra and boots, the second on the white dress, confirming that is was shorter than the black one, certainly from behind. She slipped out of the white dress and tried on the black mesh dress. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her bra was visible through the fabric, and if she looked carefully then she could just make out the outline of her pussy through the fabric. Her friend came back into the booth. “Yes, I thought that one for this evening. Put my one back on and I’ll go and pay”. She slipped out of the dress and handed it to her friend, who left the booth, curtain wide open as she put the original black dress back on.
As they walked back to the car, she realised she hadn’t worried about pulling the hem of the dress down at all. Unlocked the car and got into the driver’s seat, the dress riding up around her waist, so what?
The got back to her friend’s house, she pulled the dress back down to a more modest level and took the shopping in. In the kitchen, her friend told her to get the corkscrew out of the draw. “Finally!” she thought and opened a bottle and poured two large glasses. And took a large swig from hers.
“So a bit more exciting than usual then?”
“Yes. So what did you buy?”
“Just a few of your five a day, they are good for you…”
“What, with wine?”
“Definitely.” Her friend said as she took a carrot from her shopping bag and dipped the tip of it into the olive oil on the counter. Her friend took the oiled carrot and slid it up the inside of her thigh lifting the hem of the black dress. “You know what to do.” Her friend said. She took a sip of wine and took the carrot from her friend. Her friend was now less candid with the camera on her phone.
She explored between her legs with the carrot, running it down her clit and sliding it in to her with one hand whilst sipping wine. Her friend encouraged her to pose, from the front and bent over the counter form behind.
“Now you should also have your greens.” As her friend took a cucumber from the bag “carrots are ok, but a cucumber might be more satisfying”. She took the cucumber and it slid easily inside her and using the carrot to massage her clit she brought herself to orgasm.
With a deep sigh, she withdrew the cucumber and placed it next to the carrot on the counter.
“Dessert?” her friend asked as she took a banana from the bag. “Why not?” She laughed and sipped some more wine. A few minutes later a rather bruised banana was placed on the counter.
“Can I see the photos?”
“No, not yet…”
“Oh please?”
“No, go and have a shower and freshen up, there are clean towels in the bathroom.”
She went up to the bathroom, stripped off and got into the shower and let the warm water run over her body, briefly aware that someone came into the bathroom for a moment, “Well that won’t be much of a photo”. She thought, assuming her friend had decided to grab a photo of her in the rather steamy bathroom. She finished showering and wrapped herself in the soft towels.
As she dried herself, she saw that where she had left the dress and bra there was now a bikini top and denim shorts. “That’s rather disappointing.” She thought, after having finally got comfortable with that morning’s outfit. She put on the bikini top, tying it at the neck and back, a bit on the small side. She picked up the shorts and as she shimmied into them to try and work out what the deal was. From the frayed legs they had obviously been made by cutting down an old pair of jeans and cut quite high, at the front, the bottoms of the pockets sitting just below where they had been cut off. As they tapered off to between the legs, the only part of the jeans remaining was the narrow seam, running for about two or three inches joining the front to back. She pulled them up, fastened the buttons and went into the spare room to check herself out in the mirror. Hmm, a little bit cheeky from behind but no worse than some bikini’s she’d worn in the past, the morning had been fun, but at least she felt rather more dressed than earlier.
As she went back down stairs she wondered if her friend would be more willing to share the photos from the kitchen with her now. Reminding herself made her wet and as she reached the bottom of the stairs her movement and wetness let the seam slip between her lips, now lightly rubbing at her clit with every step.
“Feeling clean and more comfortable now?” her friend asked without looking up, concentrating intently on her phone.
“Yes, sort of. These shorts cut in a bit.” She blushed.
Her friend looked up from her phone and smiled. “Got another bottle in the fridge and it’s a gorgeous afternoon. Up for a bit of sunbathing in the park?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Of course you have a choice. You can have one really wild day with me or go home and watch daytime TV on your own. Trust me?”
The look she was given suggested that she didn’t really have a choice. Her friend got up and left the room for a few minutes. Whilst she was away she couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to sneak a look at her friend’s phone, but it was locked.
Her friend came back dressed in similar shorts and a bikini top that would make nipple tassels look modest by comparison, along with a bag containing the wine, plastic cups, a blanket and sun cream.
“Come on then. What? You’re not getting all the attention this afternoon and I want to top my tan.” She picked up her phone from the coffee table smiling secretly that it wasn’t quite where she had left it.
The park was just over a five minute walk from her friends house and she felt every step of the way very intimately. No opportunity to remove the offending seam as it would look rather too obvious now in public and by now the motion had made her so wet that it would slip straight back up anyway.
The afternoon sun was warm on her back and the grass comfortingly cool under foot when the got to the park and could take her ankle boots off, conscious that the heels were raising her arse higher than she was fully comfortable with. It was a relief when the rug was down and she could sit down and get some respite from the offending, if rather pleasing seam between her legs.
“Wine?”
“No, I’ve stopped complaining.”
Her friend glared at her. “Do you want a glass of wine?”
“Oh, yes please.” only too glad to take the edge off her increasing self-consciousness. It was one thing being just in the company of her friend, boutique assistant and ‘hairdresser’ earlier, but it was a glorious afternoon and the park was busy with people enjoying the good weather. Her friend poured a glass and handed it over and then poured her self a glass.
“Whoops!” exclaimed her friend as she spilt most of her glass down her front making it perfectly clear that the white bikini top was totally unsuitable for going swimming in and that the wine was cold! It ran down her stomach soaking her shorts as well. “Never mind, that was quite refreshing.” Smiling in a way that suggested it wasn’t clumsiness.
Her friend poured another glass and didn’t miss her mouth this time. She put the bottle back in the bag, pulled out the sun cream and passed it over. “You don’t want to get sunburn now do you?”
She only just realised that her friend was sat cross-legged and making it very obvious that her shorts were just snug as the ones she was wearing. Only she was sat legs outstretched together with as much modesty as she could achieve under the circumstances. Then that moment of realisation hit her. Sun cream! Argh! There was definitely only one way this was going…
She took a swig of wine and started to apply the sun cream to her arms, shoulders, torso and finally the tops of her legs.
“I better do your back for you.” Her friend said helpfully. She somewhat reluctantly handed back the sun cream. “Well lie down on your front then?” Oh god here goes she thought. She did as she was asked and felt the sun cream being smoothed into her upper back, then the bikini top being untied as her friends hands moved lower down her back, although the sun cream was soothing. Once her friend’s hands reached the waistband of her shorts there was a pause as she moved down to her heels and working back up first her left leg feeling her friend’s hand moving upwards and quite deliberately parting her legs. Kneeling in between them to ensure they weren’t going back together any time soon, her friend’s knees gently but firmly forcing her calves further apart. Working her way up higher than would have been comfortable without that glass of wine inside her. She could only imagine what they were both showing off to the rest of the park right now. Her friend repeated the exercise on her right leg, taking what seemed like an eternity to complete the task.
“There you go, all done”, as her friend moved from between her legs. “You better do your top up, you don’t to be flashing your tits to the world.” She laughed. “It’s okay I applied my sun cream before we came out.”
She rolled back over and sat up, holding the bikini top and now sitting even less modestly than her friend whilst she re-tied her top.
“Have you given in yet? I told you earlier that people shouldn’t be looking there anyway.”
Oh fuck it then she thought, had some more wine and lay on her back rather more relaxed and finally surrendering to her current situation to enjoy the warm sun and cool breeze.
“I just need to pop and get a bottle of water.” Her friend got up and walked off to the little café in the corner of the park. After a minute or two her phone gave a text alert. She sat up and checked her phone. A message from her friend: Enjoy! And if you do as your told for the rest of the day I’ll let you have the password and a link to a page that looked similar to Instagram, but with images that would definitely breach their terms and conditions, she completely forgot how little she was wearing as she sat up to shade her phone from the sun to see picture after picture of herself from the day, including one having sun cream applied. She looked at photo after photo of her from the day, partly in horror and partly in fascination with a common theme that normally well covered parts of her body were on partial or full view and that almost all of the pictures already had lots of likes. Whilst she was looking at the thumbnails a new photo popped up of her looking into her phone sat on the rug with the seam of her shorts firmly between her lips and on full view…
“You complete bitch!” She exclaimed as her friend returned with a bottle of water in one hand and her phone in the other, obviously less self-conscious that her shorts were in the same position.
“Now, now. Play nicely, especially if you want the password later. Anyway you look pretty damn hot in those photos, you should be pleased, I’m not the only one that thinks it and you should be please with all those likes!”
She knew she wanted to say something but was lost for words.
“Do you want to head back? Other than your pictures it’s not as hot as it was and we ought to get ready to go out this evening.”
She was only capable of nodding, still speechless, they rolled up the rug, she put her boots back on and was sure as she started to walk back that soaking wet seam may never be seen again as once again it rubbed gently and she fought the urge to orgasm while walking back to her friend’s house with thoughts of the photos of her freely accessible to all on the internet.
Back at the house, her friend handed the bag containing the dress that had she had bought earlier. “What are you going to wear with it?” her friend asked.
“You mean I get to choose?”
“Yes, you don’t have too many options though” she smiled. “You go up and get changed and I’ll go and have a shower and get ready.”
She took the dress upstairs and went to get freshened up and changed. She managed to release the shorts quite easily. Her friend wasn’t kidding. Apart from the dress the room contained a thin lacy white bra and thong and a pair of thigh high suede boots that laced at the sides from top to bottom.
Oh well, it’s more than I’ve worn for most of today she thought. Freshened up to lose the mixture of sun cream and her juices that had been flowing all too readily that afternoon.
She slipped into the underwear, seeing herself in the mirror and for the first time today felt not only confident but sexy. She put the boots on next and laced them up still admiring herself in the mirror and fond herself reaching for her phone taking a few selfies from various angles and sending the best ones to her friend before even thinking. Lastly she slipped on the dress, put on some Chanel perfume and went down stairs.
Her friend came down a few minutes later, dressed all in white. Well as far as it could describe it dressed. A virtually fishnet white dress, white fishnet stockings and high healed white pixie boots. The dress it gave the suggestion that she had decided against any underwear, although intriguingly a silver chain around her neck had two further chains that dropped down inside the dress. An indistinct mark on her arse suggested a tattoo, but not enough to be distinct enough to tell what it was of.
“Well you’ve been a naughty girl I see” she grinned. “Of course I have taken the opportunity to upload them.
“I know, I’ve already checked and over 20 likes already.” as she stuck her tongue out.
“Good girl! Come on, let’s go then.”
“But we’ve just missed the train and the next one is in about an hour?”
“I’m sure we’ll find something to do, beats hanging around the house when we are both dressed to kill.” As her friend winked at her she knew she already had something in mind.
They took the short walk to the local train station, but her friend led her into the pub next door. “Quick drink and a game of pool before we get the train?” her friend asked rhetorically.
Not much she could say to that but knew full well where this was going for once.
The pub was reasonably quiet being a weeknight. They bought a couple of glasses of wine, at this point she noticed her friend had decided on a surprisingly large handbag for a night out when she went to get her purse to pay for the drinks.
They went and put their drinks down on a table near the pool table and racked up for a game. Her friend broke and potted a yellow and the white rested towards the middle of the table. For once she was prepared as was going to get her own back and made sure she had her phone camera ready. Her earlier suspicions where correct when here friend leaned in to take the next shot and her dress rode up to show and absence of knickers and a butterfly tattoo on her right arse cheek. More surprising was a chain hanging between her legs that matched the one around her neck and was clearly attached to something. She didn’t miss the photo opportunity.
Her friend didn’t pot another ball with the shot, but managed to put the white ball in an equally awkward place on the table, almost like she did it deliberately. Oh well she thought, I know where this is going then as she lent over the table she could almost sense her friend’s phone ready to take a shot of her taking the shot. Of course she was right and as the game progressed she checked the Internet. The only thing she hadn’t realised that there was a UV light on the wall that made her underwear glow very white through the black dress.
The game continued and attracted the attention of a few men in the bar who became rather interested in watching the game. She suspected that the two of them weren’t the only ones with their phones out. They finished the game, her friend winning the game, emptied their wine glasses and left the pub with a few disappointed looking glances that they weren’t going for a best of three as they left to go to the station next door.
They bought train tickets into town, and her friend said “How about a magazine or two to read on the journey?” They went into the newsagent at the station and she started to look through usual magazines, Red, Heat, Bella… Her friend said “Oh not that dull trashy stuff, this is much more informative.” She stretched up to the top shelf, dress riding up giving another flash of butterfly tattoo as she did so and picked up a copy of Mayfair and started to casually flick through it “I only buy it for the articles, get something for yourself.” She scanned the top shelf, reached up and picked a copy of Club.
“Good choice, I was going to recommend that one. I’ll tell you why later.” Her friend smiled.
Her friend went to pay for the magazines as casually as if she was buying a newspaper. The young lad behind the counter blushed and just about managed to stutter “£9.98, do you want a bag?”
“Here you go” as her friend gave him a ten pound note “and no I don’t need a bag thanks.” He just about managed to get a two pence piece out of the till and hand over the change.
“Here you go” as her friend handed her the copy of Club. “It’s an interesting one, I’ve already read it.”
With almost perfect timing the train pulled in as they reached the platform and they got on board an empty carriage. It was only a couple of stops into town, about ten minutes.
“I have to ask you something?” she said to her friend when they sat down opposite each other on facing seats.
“No problem, ask away. Anything.”
“Your necklace? It’s, err, unusual?”
“Yes, yes it is. Rather than try to explain it, probably easier if I show you.”
Her friend placed one foot on the seat next to her and proceeded to slowly lift up her dress. From a ring in her clit hood a chain ran upwards to another chain around her waist. From the waist chain two further chains went to her nipples and then from her nipples to her necklace. “Pretty cool huh?”
Her friend had lifted the dress slowly to ensure she followed every inch of the ‘necklace’ from bottom to top, although seemed in less of a hurry to pull it back on.
“I thought you were going to ask me about the magazine.” Her friend said casually sat opposite with her dress on the seat next to her seeming to be perfectly comfortable wearing nothing but white fishnet hold ups and boots. “While you’re at it, take a photo, please?”
“What, Club?” she asked as she fulfilled the request.
“Yes, turn to page 49.” Her friend smiled.
She flicked through the magazine to the page as instructed. The woman on page 49 the next few pages looked remarkably like her friend sat opposite. “Wow, that’s you?” She exclaimed.
“Even cooler huh? Love the thought of blokes wanking over pictures of me” her friend smiled. “Hey, thinking about it there is probably some bloke wanking over a photograph of you right now!” and laughed.
As the train pulled into their stop her friend waited to put her dress back on until she was at the door to get off. “Well take a photo NOW for god’s sake” as the doors slid open to let them off. She quickly obliged. “That was cutting it fine” her friend complained. “Haven’t you learnt anything yet today?”
The restaurant was a few minutes walk from the station. A good Chinese buffet that they had been to before. Her friend went in and asked to be sat at the high bench table with stools that looked out onto the street through the large plate glass window. By now she knew her friend intended to put on a show for any passers by.
They went to get a plate of food from the buffet and ordered some wine; Chinese plum wine which came in small bottles and is served warm. Her friend poured her wine from the bottle and replaced the top. “The Chinese are very smart.” Her friend said taking a sip of the wine. “Not only do they serve their wine at body temperature but the also eat one handed with chopsticks.”
“Why is that so smart?” she asked.
Looking down she realised exactly what her friend meant as she was masturbating with the empty bottle in her left hand whilst eating with chopsticks in her right.
Her friend just smiled at her. “Okay, I’ll just pop out side for a breath of fresh air then…”
“Good girl, yes, you must be rather warm with that extra clothing on”.
She dutifully went outside with her phone and took some photos through the window of the restaurant as mementos of her friend enjoying her meal. She went back inside and her friend said “excellent, you’re learning and I have being desperate to scratch that particular itch since I watched you have lunch.”
“I really am lost for words, don’t you ever feel guilty?” she asked.
“Why should I, I’m just enjoying life and a bit of risk just makes it even more fun.
They finished their meals, paid up the bill and left the restaurant. They had just missed the last train back, but no matter, as there was a night bus home. Not as fast as the train as it took a longer route, but it would get them home.
They walked at the bus station for the bus home. They were the only ones at that particular stop. “How much do you trust me?” her friend asked.
“Well after today I either trust you implicitly or not at all. Looking back it’s been one fun rollercoaster of a day. Wish I had been a bit less coy now.”
“Well then, trust me one more time for the ultimate experience, I will make sure you are safe. And then I will let you have the password so you can do what you want with your photo page.”
She blushed, partly at the thought of the photos, partly due to due to the wine and mostly that she wanted to find out what her friend had in mind.
“Okay then, I trust you, do your best or worst then.”
“Good.” Her friend smiled “Close your eyes.” as she reached for her bag. She dutifully did as she was told.
“No peaking now, promise?”
“I promise.” She said honestly wondering what was going to happen next. Eyes tight shut as promised she felt something like belt go around her waist, heard a click. Her friend held her right hand and pulled it down her side and she felt a cold metal band around her wrist followed by another click. Guessing what was coming next she dutifully put her left hand down by her waist and this time expected metal band and yet another click. She guessed correctly. She went to move her arms but there was little movement available.
“Can I open my eyes now?” she enquired.
“If you want.” Came the reply. She opened her eyes to find her friend reaching up her dress and removing her thong. “You won’t be needing those now.” Her friend told her as she looked up at her with a wicked grin. She looked down to check what she had let herself in for to find a steel chain padlocked around her waist; both wrists firmly attached to it with steel bangles about an inch wide. She started to wonder what she had let herself in for as the cool night air hit where her knickers once were as her friend then lifted the hem of the skirt up just enough to remove any remaining modesty.
The bus duly arrived at the stop and her friend stepped on and paid the driver the fares for them both; it seemed the decent thing to do under the circumstances. She followed her friend to the very back of the bus where her friend sat her down in the middle of the back seat. “Close your eyes again.” And once again did as she was instructed. She heard yet another click and her left ankle pulled to one side followed by another click. Quickly repeated for her right ankle. As the bus pulled away from the stop she felt the hem of her dress lifted further so she could feel it with her fingertips. She waited a couple more moments before opening her eyes, this time without asking first.
She saw her friend taking an old candy bar style mobile phone out of her bag, along with a condom. Concentrating on opening the condom and sliding the phone into it, her friend didn’t notice. She then remembered her dress and looked down to see her self in full freshly shaven view. Instinctively she went to close her legs to discover that her ankles where handcuffed to the seat supports on either side of where she was sat. She sighed, let her head fall back onto the seat, closing her eyes again.
Only for a moment though, as she felt something being inserted gently between her legs and sliding inside her “You can open your eyes now.” Her friend said, now typing a message into her phone. There was a couple of seconds and then she heard a muffled text ‘ding’ and felt three vibrations between her legs. “Excellent! That’s working then, the battery is fully charged and has an empty memory card.” her friend explained as she lifted her usual phone to take a photo or two.
The bus pulled up at a stop. Instinctively she tried to close her legs and pull her dress back down as she heard the door open and people get on, but neither was going to happen. Being a night bus people who had been out for a night on the town got on. Her friend was sat on the seat just in front casually flicking through the copy of Mayfair she had bought earlier, one foot on the seat and the other in the aisle.
She felt incredibly self-conscious, incredibly helpless and incredibly horny in equal measure. She couldn’t help but notice she was attracting attention, especially when one girl slapped her boyfriend for looking. Once the bus pulled away again with ten or so new passengers. Her friend put down her magazine, got up and started handing out small cards, looking very much like business cards. A few moments later, it began. A muffled ding and vibrations, followed by another and another and another she gasped and found herself grinding against the seat as far as her restraints would allow.
Her friend returned to her seat with big grin on her face. Then she had the realization that it wasn’t just text messages, someone was ringing her and had no means of hanging up the incoming call. She squirmed and gave stifled moans of pleasure as the bus started to pull up at another stop and the phone remained relentless. A group of lads got on. Her friend put her magazine down again to watch their reactions and expression of appreciation. Obviously wanting some of the attention, her friend peeled off her dress rather more quickly than earlier and distributed more cards and spoke to a few of the lads that had just got on. A couple of them followed her friend to the back of the bus. They opened their jeans and one of them took a dick pic on his phone, typed in the mobile number on the card and pressed send. Her friend sat back down, and picked up the magazine.
The lads started wanking in font of them both, she was still receiving texts and missed calls making her moan and her friend occasionally glancing up from her magazine to enjoy the show as one by one the lads shot their loads towards the pair. As they went to sit down and get their breath back, she was getting breathless, almost but not quite at orgasm. Her friend put down her magazine once again and went to speak to the irate girlfriend for a few moments. They both walked to the back of the bus. The girlfriend produced a red lipstick and she watched helplessly as she wrote ‘Fuck me by phone x’ just above where the phone was still ringing and as she wrote the final ‘x’ just above her clit she finally gave in and orgasmed.
Her friend pulled at the end of the condom to retrieve the still ringing phone, retrieved some keys from her bag and released the cuffs from the seat supports. Rang the bell to stop the bus and casually popped the phone, magazine and her dress into her bag. Still breathless she managed to stand up once the bus came to a halt and the pair got off the bus.
“How was it then? Was it worth trusting me?” her friend smiled. She showed her one of the cards that said ‘Fuck Me By Phone’ the mobile number and the link to the online photo page.
Still rather short of breath she said “Fuck yes, when are you free next?” as the pair walked from the bus stop back to her home.
“No way!” she exclaimed.
Dedicated to Little Miss Pervy, for all her inappropriate encouragement.
