Cotton..Ripe for Picking...Part Four

"You look very nice" He said, As he stood watching my awkward display.


"Best you strip off completely like me"


Those words had my heart thumping a raving beat, What right here,
In his parents kitchen? God my legs were shaking, More with fear
of getting caught than excitement.


I did as I was told, First my skirt then my blouse and bra,
Standing,trying to cover my breasts with my arms, Feeling mighty
embarrassed.


"I'll take these"  As he picked up my skirt and blouse,
And put them in the washing machine and pressed start cycle.


"Now you have to stay until they are dry"  His smile, As wide as
I'd ever seen it.


My arms didn't cover my breasts for long,  As he tied my hands
in front with my bra, As he walked around me, Every now and
again stopping to move closer, Feeling his cock press into bum
or now soaking pussy as his hands explored my breasts, As if he
hadn't seen any before..


"Have you had sex before" ?  My voice finally awoke.


"No, But I will be changing that today to a yes"
 
As he said this his cock seemed to twitch even more as if biting
at the bit to get into me.


He then proceeded to tie my panties around his proud member and
the other pair,that he had been wearing into my mouth as he lead
me by my bra that was tied around my hands.


I had no choice but to be pulled along, Like a sacrifice
awaiting her god to do his bidding.

Up the stairs and into his bedroom, A typical boys room with
posters on the wall, I would have thought at twenty three he
would have grown out of posters on the wall.


"Get on the bed" His only command.


I did as he asked, Until he said..


"No no, Hands and knees, Stick that bum up, This is my ride
remember"


My hands being tied made it difficult but finally I was in
position.


Shit!!, The door downstairs slammed shut!


"Stay there, right there, and don't move I will be back in a
moment"
As he scrambled around for some clothes to wear and then
closed the door and was gone..


So there I was In my neighbours sons bedroom, My hands tied, My
knickers stuffed in my mouth and on my hands and knees, Naked,
With my bum and leaking slit facing the door, With my clothes
being washed downstairs.


As funny as it sounds now looking back, I was going through all
plausible reasons as to why I was in this position just in case
his mum opened the door.


But it wasn't his mum that opened the door

As I was soon to discover..