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Roadside Encounter  (ff+/m, semi nc)

Short story #27
By Tom Bombadil  (c) 1997

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by 
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to 
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in 
your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun 
reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer.

This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions 
described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or 
known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story.

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Okay, I'll tell you the story.  You're not gonna believe it honey, but I 
swear every word of it is true.  No, really -- it is.

There I was, walking along, minding my own business, when this van ...

Uh, in my sophomore year.  I was still nineteen ...

Yeah, a few weeks before I met you ...

Yep.  Jennifer and I were in the process of breaking up.  Well, I kind 
of got the hint when, for the eighth or tenth time in a row, she said 
she was too busy to go out with me, but she still found time to go for 
lunch with this Dan guy a half-dozen times, as my friend Jerry so 
gleefully told me.  Jerry worked lunches in the cafeteria ...

You have so met Jerry.  He was the usher with the buck teeth.  Moved to 
Atlanta for some stupid reason, just before we started going out 
together.  See, up there in the photo?  Beside your sister?  That's him 
....

No, he never was one to talk much, especially in a crowd.  He did like 
your sister, though.  I thought for sure he was going to make a pass at 
her right there at the reception.

Anyway, like I said, I was walking along and this van ...

Huh? ...

It was early fall, I was walking home to the dorms after studying in the 
library all evening, and it was at the edge of a park.  Any more 
questions, or can I at least start this story now?

You probably figured out that I wasn't in the greatest of moods, walking 
home at night, all by my lonesome, thinking about how the greatest love 
of my life was dumping me and didn't even have the decency to tell me to 
my ...

No, dear, that was before I met you, remember?  Besides, it was one of 
those things that happens when you get deeply involved with your first 
real lover.  The brains take a holiday and the hormones take over.  The 
withdrawls were pretty harsh.  I had some sympathy for Dan a few months 
later when Jennifer started seeing some football jock behind his back, 
and he found out the hard way, just like I did.  Not a lot of sympathy, 
but some. ...

You're sidetracking me again.  You want to hear this story or not? Hey, 
you're the one that started this to-tell-the-truth stuff, wanting the 
story behind these odd souvenirs ...

You want a kiss and a snuggle first?  Oh, I guess ...

Hey, don't hog all the blankets.  My ass is getting cold ...

Well, turn over.  I'll keep it warm for you. ...

There, that better? ...

No, I don't mind at all, as long as you quit hogging the covers.  Where 
was I?  Oh, yeah, right at the start still.  So anyway, this big blue 
van pulls up, and ...

It was dark, the streetlights were kinda far apart, and it was a bit 
chilly.  No rain, but it was cloudy.  Weather report given ...

The van?  It was a big van, dark blue, nice, with tinted windows all 
around and curtains over most of 'em, probably a Chevy.  It had that 
rounded, finished sort of look they have ...

No, I didn't check the model or the licence.  I'd seen it around the 
campus a couple of times, so if I really wanted to, I guess I could've 
traced down the owner and all that, but I sure wasn't thinking about 
anything like that at the time.  Why all this interest in the details, 
dear? ...

Oh, you just want to get all the background and the setting straight in 
your head.  I guess ...

Honey, if you keep wiggling your ass like that, I'm gonna forget all 
about this story, and ...

Oh, all right.  Story first.  Just don't wiggle so much, or the after 
will happen in the middle and then what'll you do? ...

Fresh batteries downstairs.  Figures you'd have a smart-ass answer for 
that one.  I should never have bought you that toy for your birthday.  
Gives you far too much independence ...

Ouch!  Alright already, I'll stick to the story, if you'll let me get 
more than a half a sentence in ...

Oh, yes, that does feel nice ...

Story?  Oh, the van story.  The one I'm supposed to be telling you.  
Right.

The night was dark and cool when this big blue van pulled up beside me.  
I couldn't really see the driver very good, but I could tell it was a 
woman.  It was the passenger who opened her door, jumped out, and yelled 
"Hey, you!"

It took a couple of seconds for me to figure out that it was me she  was 
yelling at.  That's how long it took for me to look around and realize 
there wasn't anyone else around, anywhere in sight.

"Who, me?" I answered.  At the time, I was suffering a bit of brain-burn 
from having just spent several hours with my nose buried in some far too 
big textbooks with far too small print on the pages.

"Yah, you.  What's your name?" she said back at me, smirking and swaying 
up to where I was standing ...

No, she wasn't really dressed for the weather.  Purple leather 
miniskirt, pointed purple elf boots, purple lacy bra, black nylons, and 
a black leather vest that was so small it couldn't possibly button up 
....

Yes, I do remember what she was wearing, because I didn't see much else 
until my adventure was over ...

She was a brunette, with short, spiky black hair on top, long down the 
back and sides, lots of purple and black makeup, and bright red lips.  
She had been drinking a little. ...

No, she wasn't a beauty, but she did have presence, and a good figure.

I told her my first name.

"Hey, Rob, this just might be your lucky day.  You do what I tell you 
and you'll have a night to remember for the rest of your life."  While 
she was saying that, she snuggled right up tight to me and put her arms 
around my waist.  I didn't know what to do, especially with my hands.  
Her body was hot -- I could feel her right through my jacket and shirt.  
That vest thing she was wearing just swung out of the way when she 
shifted her arms up to around my neck, giving me a real good view of the 
tops of her breasts, right through all the lace of her bra.  Anywhere I 
could have put my hands seemed like someplace I shouldn't.  Too much 
bare flesh, everywhere ...

What? ...

No, I knew her by sight because I'd seen her around the campus, same as 
I'd seen the van.  She was a senior, and had a bit of a reputation as a 
wild thing, but she wasn't dangerous.  At least, according to the guys 
in my dorm she wasn't.

So anyway, she licked my lips and my cheek, but she didn't really kiss 
me, and she rubbed herself up and down against me.  At the time, me and 
Jennifer hadn't spent any real time together for weeks, and it didn't 
look like we would any time in the future, so I was pretty much ripe for 
the plucking, if you know what I mean ...

Ohhh, yesss, you do know what I mean.  Better slow down ...

Okay, okay.  The girl said "C'mon", grabbed the front of my jacket, and 
pulled me over to the van.  The passenger door was still open, so I got 
a glimpse of the driver.  It was another senior girl that I'd seen 
around campus a few times.  She was dressed a little more like the 
weather demanded, in a long skirt and warm coat.  I heard some giggling 
coming from the back of the van, but I couldn't see anything because 
they had some curtains shutting the back off from the front.

"Turn around," she ordered.  At first I didn't, but when she took hold 
of my arms, I let her turn me to face away from the van.  Then she said 
"Don't move."  That's when she put something over my eyes.  When my 
hands came up, she barked out "Don't move!" again. ...

No, I don't really know why I let her do what she wanted, but it seemed 
like something really exciting and possibly naughty might be going on.  
Yes, I'd heard all those stories about wild frat and sorority pranks and 
stuff, but I, personally, had never been involved with anything more 
than swearing my loyalty as a pledge.  When my initiation took place, I 
didn't know whether I was more relieved or disappointed about how 
ordinary it seemed.  When that van pulled up, I thought maybe something 
was finally going to happen, something that I could remember fondly 
later.  I was just hoping that it wouldn't be too embarrassing if things 
did get a bit wild. ...

Yes, I did let her do what she wanted.  She covered my eyes with 
something soft and cool, then wrapped something else around my head to 
hold it in place.  I couldn't see a thing.  When she tied a rope around 
one of my wrists, I started getting nervous.

"Relax", she told me, "this is for our sake.  We don't want you pulling 
off the blindfold."

So there I was, blindfolded, with ropes tied to my wrists, and not a 
clue as to what was going to happen ...

No, I didn't have a clue.  For all I knew, they were going to strip me 
naked and dump me in the middle of the concourse, just for kicks.  I'd 
heard of that happening several times already to different guys.  They 
might even have ...

All right, I'll get to the good part soon.  Just keep doing what you're 
doing.  You know, for, uh, inspiration.  Yeah, inspiration.  Damned fine 
inspiration too, I might add ...

Yeah, yeah, the story.  I had ropes tied to my wrists, and some sort of 
blindfold strapped to my eyes when I heard the side door of the van open 
up and a few more giggles and some whispered comments that I couldn't 
make out.  The first girl, the one with the spiky hair, took one of my 
arms, someone else took my other arm, and they led me to the side 
entrance, making me duck and step high to get in.  They sat me on the 
floor.  It had a thick carpet on it, so that wasn't so bad, but it was 
very warm in there.  I guess they had the heater on high or something.  
That's when I heard all the doors slam and felt the van take off.

 From the whispers I heard, I knew I was surrounded by girls, at least 
four or five of them.

"So far, Rob, you're doing just fine.  Keep it up and you might enjoy 
yourself.  If you don't..."  I don't know if it was her or one of the 
other girls, but someone put their foot on my crotch, right over my 
equipment, so to speak.  "If you wanna talk, talk to me.  I'm Anne.  
You're not gonna see anyone else or find out who they are, got that?  
'Cause if you do, I'll hafta get rough.  And believe me, I like gettin' 
rough.  Got it?"

I nodded, not sure if she could see me or not.

"Good.  Okay girls, you know what to do.  Go for it.  Keep his eyes 
covered and his hands secure."

That's when they started stripping me.  I'm sure, if I'd tried, I 
probably could have fought my way free, but I might have hurt someone.  
If I ended up getting dumped naked on the concourse, well, I'd chalk it 
up to experience and take my ribbing like a man.  After all, I wouldn't 
have been the first guy to get suckered in, and certainly not the last, 
either ...

Oh, a couple, three times a month, maybe.  It was a regular thing on 
campus for a while.  Embarrassing as hell for the guy, but nobody really 
cared too much one way or another, except for the dean of course, and 
she probably laughed her head off in private, thinking about those poor 
suckers ...

Yeah, they did, and I heard a couple of gasps and a few giggles when 
they pulled down my shorts and out popped ...

Oh yeah, almost as hard as I am now.  It wasn't one of those antiseptic 
kinda strips, like they'd do in a hospital or something.  No, there were 
hands everywhere, and at least one of the girls had long hair because it 
tickled me all over my chest and shoulders ...

Oh, I dunno, it could have been as long as yours used to be.  It's kinda 
hard to say, what with the way my eyes were covered and not knowing how 
high up the girls were sitting or anything ...

I guess I was sitting in the aisle, with seats down both sides.  It was 
fairly cramped.  Anyway, whichever girls had my ropes never let them go.  
They slid my jacket and shirt down off my arms and off the ropes one 
side at a time, so I never had a chance to reach for the blindfold, not 
that I would have anyway. ...

Oh yeah, I was tempted, but figured I'd be better off going along with 
whatever the girls wanted.  After all, Anne did promise I'd eventually 
enjoy myself, if I behaved.  So, I behaved.

"Nice equipment, Rob.  Been getting much use out of it lately?"  That 
was Anne again.  Her chuckle at the end didn't make me feel very good, 
but I didn't say anything, figuring I'd be better off keeping my mouth 
shut.

"Good boy.  You're probably wondering why you're here.  Are you 
wondering why you're here, Rob?"

"Uh, yeah," I more or less grunted, with a sharp lift to my voice right 
at the end.  The toe of someone's shoe lifted up my sack.  That made me 
nervous.  Well, more nervous.  Even so, since there were still several 
pairs of hands touching and stroking me, my cock didn't soften up.  No, 
none of them were touching me around there.  Well, except for that toe 
holding up my balls.  Yeah, those balls.  That feels good ...

Anne went on to say "Well, Rob, I'll tell you why you're here.  See, 
I've got this friend.  She's just been dumped by a jerk.  For some 
reason, she's never had any luck finding a guy that she was comfortable 
with.  Now, I know from personal experience that a girl doesn't need a 
guy to feel good with, but my friend, she's not really into that scene, 
right?  So I asked her if she'd like to trade off a pair of nights.  One 
for one.  One for me, and one for her.  I'd find her a guy to play with 
for her evening.  No commitment, no tears, nothing like that.  A real 
zipless.  And guess what, Rob?"

"Uh, what?"  I was not my usual scintillating self ...

Uh, sure, go for it, but be careful, I'm getting close.  Feeling you 
doing what you're doing to me and watching you doing what you're doing 
to you might ...

Oh, all right.  I'll survive.  You must really like this story.

"Guess what, Rob?" Anne asked me.  When I asked what, she laughed a 
rather wicked laugh and said "Today is your lucky day, Rob.  You're the 
lucky victim."

That's when I heard some more giggling around me.  Like I said, there 
were at least four more girls there, besides Anne and the driver.  I 
hear some more faint whispering, too, then I got pushed down flat on the 
carpet.  Two of them still had hold of the ropes on my wrists so I 
wouldn't do anything stupid.  Someone stood up, with a foot on either 
side of my waist.  She was moving around and doing something, but I 
wasn't sure what until I felt something warm and silky land on my 
stomach.  It cooled off fast, feeling a little damp as it did, then it 
got picked up after first one of her feet, then the other, lifted into 
the air.

"Go for it!" yelled Anne.

Someone took hold of my nuts at that point, not doing anything, but just 
holding them.  I was thinking that it was a bit of a warning.  You know, 
don't do anything stupid because my future was in her hand, literally.  
Later, I figured they might have been making sure I put some effort into 
what they wanted ...

Oh, yeah, I was struggling like crazy, just like I am now.  What do you 
think?  Imagine someone with long, sharp, strong fingernails having hold 
of both of your nipples.  With a simple squeeze, they could change your 
whole outlook on ...

Right.  No struggling.  So, the girl who was standing at my waist, 
stepped up to my head.  She squatted down.  That's when I knew for sure 
it was her panties that had landed on my stomach ...

Uh huh.  She was already warmed up, wet, and quite fragrant ...

No, not smelly.  There's a big difference between a woman who's strongly 
aroused, and one who stinks.  This woman was in heat.  I didn't need the 
slight tug on my balls to tell me what to do ...

Yep.  Jennifer taught me how, and I thank her for that ...

Oh, you do too, do you?  Like they say, practice makes perfect ...

Later, huh?  After the story, maybe?  Right, the story.  You want all 
the gory details? ...

Oookaaay, I got the idea, no need for threats like that.  You want 
details, you got details.  First off, she was shaved ...

Well, yeah, sorta like you do.  Lips bare, some left up front.  Although 
from my perspective, it was more like some left up by my forehead.  
First thing I did was push my tongue in as far as I could, dragging out 
her juice and spreading it all over everything.  Yeah, she was already 
wet, but the slicker the better is my view.  Makes my hot breath feel 
even hotter, and my blowing feel colder ...

Of course I did.  And I nibbled her lips, licked all up and down inside 
and outside, tickled the inner lips, tried to suck her insides out, lip-
nibbled her little clit ...

Oh, it might have been a little smaller than yours, but it was pretty 
close.  I don't really remember those details all that well any more.  
She really wiggled a lot too, especially when I kept running the flat of 
my tongue over the tip of her clit.  A lot like you do when I do that to 
you.  Oh, I certainly enjoyed myself, despite the circumstances.  So did 
the woman, if her bouncing up and down was any indication.

While nobody but her could ever be positive, I'm pretty sure she came 
twice while I was eating her -- once when I kept jamming my tongue in 
her hole, and once while I was licking her nubbin with the tip of my 
tongue.  The bumps and turns of the van sure made things interesting 
too.  If I didn't know better, I'd swear that the driver was going out 
of her way to find rough, twisty roads.

I'll wait for you to finish ...

Was that fun? ...

By the time we were finished, I was wet from forehead to chin and ear to 
ear ...

Yes, wet right through my blindfold. ...

That comes later.  So, the girl finally turned around and sat on my 
chest.  I'm pretty sure it was her that played with my cock for the next 
ten minutes.  It felt like she was rather inexperienced, not really 
knowing what to do with it.  I didn't come, but it was close.  But, when 
she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth, it only took a minute 
or so before I couldn't help myself any more.  The dam burst.  I managed 
to croak a warning first so she could pull off.

Stuff went everywhere.  Splats landed all over me, and I'm sure lots 
ended up on her too.  After some more giggles and whispering, someone 
wiped both of us clean.  Someone else, not the girl who was still 
sitting on my chest, took me into her mouth and kept me half-hard for 
the few minutes it took me to recover ...

Oh, not too much of that, dear, or you'll get a late night snack ...

Yessss, you do that so well ...

Um, oh.  The story.  Sorry, lost my train of thought there.  The girl, 
or girls, didn't let me get all the way soft, and got me hard again in 
only a few minutes.  At least one of them had had lots of practice, but 
I enjoyed it when any of them took me in their mouths.  Then one of them 
did something I'd never had done to me before.  I didn't know what was 
going on when some strange sensations started up down there.  When 
whoever it was stopped, I felt a tightness all over.  She had put a 
condom on me with her mouth.

Once the condom was on, and every one of them had checked it out, 
personally, the girl sitting on my chest stood up, turned around, and 
squatted down again.  Since she was supporting herself with both hands 
on my chest, I knew it was one of the other ones that had hold of my 
cock.  She was rubbing it back and forth in the girl's slit, getting it 
coated with juice. ...

It felt like one of those lubricated condoms, but they never really are 
slippery enough, are they, dear? ...

No, don't try and talk with your mouth full.  It's not really polite.  
Yes, I was enjoying myself.  Hey, for some guys it might have been one 
of their favourite fantasies.  I hadn't really thought about abduction 
in that light before.

So anyway, what they were doing felt really good, but when the girl 
started moving up and down a little, letting the tip of my cock squeeze 
in and out of her hole, that was wonderful.  She was really tight ...

Yes, just as tight as you were on our wedding night.  What are you ...

Darling?  What are you ...

Oh, okay.  No, I don't mind at all, at all, at all.  But ...

Oh, my.  Ooooh.  When did you learn how to put one of them on with your 
mouth? ...

You're changing the subject again ...

Later, then.  Story first.  I guess ...

Oh, no, I don't mind.  I like watching you bounce up and down.  I can 
talk at the same time -- I think.

The girl was taking her time, like she wasn't really sure of herself, or 
she hadn't had much practice.  She was certainly tight enough, although 
my experiences with Jennifer sure didn't give me much to compare with.  
A sample of two.  Well, three including you, but I didn't get to sample 
you until much later.  Slow down if you want me to finish the story 
before ...

Unh, I guess you don't care.  It feels so good when you do that ...

All right, all right, story.

By that time I was feeling really hot again.  You know, getting close to 
popping off again, when the girl sat right down.  Damn, that was wild!  
I could feel it.  I could actually feel it!  Right when she sat down.  
Her cherry popped, right on my cock.  I could feel her rip, and she 
gasped out loud.  I was too stunned to move!  My first and only virgin, 
ever!  And I had no idea who she was!  In a van full of girls, driving 
only God and the driver knew where, I was given the gift that can only 
be given once, by someone who obviously didn't want any kind of 
attachment to the guy she gave it to.  That was the weirdest part.  I 
always thought girls either got rid of their virginity as an 
inconvenience when they were young, or saved it for that one special guy 
in their life ...

No, dear, I'm not disappointed that you weren't a virgin when we got 
married.  You are so special that it never mattered to me.  I'm just 
jealous of whoever it was that got you first ...

No, I didn't mean it like that.  Whatever happened, it doesn't matter to 
me.  You are here with me, and that other poor schmuck is stuck with 
second best, if he has anyone at all.  Anyone stupid enough to have let 
you slip away deserves whatever they ended up with.

Mmmm, you do know so well what makes me feel good, don't you.  Keep 
going, please.  I'll keep talking.

After she got used to having me inside her, and I guess after the sting 
went away, she started rocking back and forth -- just a little at first, 
but she soon worked her way back to a plateau of sorts.

"Come on, you've got to move up and down a little too."  Anne's voice, 
coming all of a sudden like it did, startled me.  The slight jerk I gave 
must have translated itself into something good for the girl riding my 
cock, because she hissed in a big breath.  Her hands, where they were 
pushing down on my chest, were hot and sweaty.  The van was definitely 
warm, and not just because the heater was going full blast.

Whether she liked my start, was listening to Anne's instructions, or 
simply wanted to anyway, she did start a slow, shallow up and down.  I 
was fighting hard to contain myself.  I knew if I let out another load, 
I would be soft for at least an hour, and I wanted this girl, whoever 
she was, to know what it was like to reach her peak with a guy inside 
her, at least once.

When I felt some tugs on my ropes, I lifted my arms.  My hands were 
guided to ...

Yes, dear, right there, and right there.  It was the first time in my 
life I'd ever held a breast in each hand.  They were ...

You've seen Jennifer.  It's all a guy can do to lift one with both 
hands, never mind one hand.  Hell, even Shaquille O'Neil couldn't palm 
one of those things ...

No, dear, I don't.  Yes, she has big ones, but so what?  She can't wear 
a bikini without causing a riot, she gets propositioned twenty times a 
day, every day, whether someone is with her or not, and her back hurts 
all the time despite her wearing bras made out of whalebone and cast 
iron.  Besides, I like having you lie on top of me.  With Jennifer, I 
always had this nagging fear that I'd suffocate or drown or something.  
You like this? ...

Hmmm, yeah, I guess you do.  Now you know another reason I like your 
tits.  They're soft and silky and sensitive all over and they've got 
these little buttons up front that get so hard ...

Yeah, she did have tits a lot like yours, but I think yours might be a 
little bigger than her's were.  Maybe a little heftier.  It has been a 
while, but I do remember them in fine detail ...

I have no idea if they were pink like yours.  I was blindfolded at the 
time.  No, don't stop.  Keep going -- just -- like -- unnh -- that.

The woman did start bouncing up and down on me.  Her squirming wasn't an 
act, because I could feel the spasms from the inside.  We were both so 
hot and sweaty and slippery all over, it was incredible.  Her gyrations 
got wilder and wilder.  It was so hard to hold back ...

Sort of like now, yeah.  Ohhh, you're making this tough.

"Go girl.  Reach for it.  You know you want it.  Feel that inside you?  
That's where babies come from.  There's only a thin piece of rubber in 
between you and motherhood.  If it breaks, with you like you are now, 
you'll be swelling up for sure.  Such a thin piece of rubber, too.  So 
delicate.  Just like your virginity, it could tear in an instant."

That was Anne speaking again.  I don't know what kind of thing they had 
with the threat of the girl having a baby, but her bouncing sure got 
wilder in a hurry.  I couldn't help myself.  When she started squeezing 
my cock with her pussy, I shot off.

"I can see it!  I can see his sperm going up his thing into you!  Can 
you feel it?  Can you feel him trying to breed you, trying to plant his 
seed in your belly?  Maybe there's a tiny hole in the condom.  You might 
be becoming a mommy right now.  You're as fertile now as you ever will 
be.  Serve your right if you end up with a fat belly.  Yeah, those baby 
tits of yours swollen with milk, and a bulge in your stomach so big you 
can't see your toes."

Needless to say, Anne's kibitzing kept me going long after I would 
normally have been finished and flat.  No, I didn't really want to get 
the girl pregnant, but my libido and my cock didn't care what my brain 
wanted.  They heard the possibility, so they were trying their damnedest 
to make it come true.  I think the girl came at the end, too.  She 
bounced up and down, then rubbed herself all around on my pubes, then 
bounced once more, then sort of groaned and collapsed.

Oh, God, Hon, yessss.  Yesss!  Oh, shit.  Oh, damn!  Gnuhhh...

....

Mmmm, I love you, you know that? ...

Yeah, I know, I've said it once or twice before, but what the hell.  
Ummm, you taste good, too ...

Sure, I know where your mouth has been.  I had a shower before you got 
home, so no problem.  Let's just rest here for a minute ...

....

Okay, so now you want to hear the rest of the story.

Me and the girl, we'd both just finished, and she was lying on top of 
me, with her hair all over my chest and in my face.  My cock was still 
inside her, but it was softening and shrinking fast.

"No kissing!" yelled Anne.  Someone helped the girl sit up, then stand 
up.  I could still feel the tightness of the condom and the weight of 
its contents at the tip of my cock, so I was rather relieved when I 
realized that it had held.  Anne's words had left a nagging doubt in my 
mind.

The rest of the story is a bit of an anticlimax.  One of them pulled off 
the condom and wiped me clean.  Anne told me to stay where I was.  The 
ropes were pulled snug again, so that my hands were dragged back to the 
floor.  I lay there recovering, listening to the engine running, the 
road noise, and a bunch of wet, slurpy sounds mixed in with a few odd 
gasps and groans.  My imagination filled in all kinds of possibilities 
for those noises.

Several minutes later, the van stopped.  I heard the side door open just 
before I was almost literally tossed out on my duff.  By the time I 
pulled off the blindfold, the van's door was closed, and it was pulling 
away in a hurry ...

No, I wasn't in the middle of the concourse.  It took me a minute or so 
to realize I was back in the park where they'd picked me up in the first 
place.  My clothes were scattered around all over the ground, but they 
were there.  It was late, and damned chilly, so I took off the ropes, 
got dressed in a hurry, and headed for the dorm ...

Yeah, that's where those panties and that garter belt came from.  They 
were my blindfold.  I've kept them all this time as a souvenir ...

I never told you before because I wasn't sure you wouldn't get mad, or 
upset.  You're such a sweet, almost innocent lady, I didn't want to take 
a chance on shocking you. ...

Well, I don't think you're quite as innocent as you seemed before we got 
married.  Just a hunch, but ...

If you hadn't threatened to throw them out, I probably wouldn't have 
told you. ...

Yeah, come to think of it, it is quite a coincidence that they happen to 
be your favourite colour ...

<Fin>

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