Meeting Gina
William
awoke that morning unsure of where he was. He found himself in a strange bed
and in a room he didn't recognize. The dull throbbing in his head also made it
difficult to remember how he had gotten here.
As he
tried to sit up, he felt a tension across his chest and legs as thick straps
restricted his movement.
"Hello?
Is there anyone there?"
William
had questions that needed answering, but the only response he received was the
sound of silence.
He was
able to move his head just enough to see he was in a room that looked very much
like a hospital room. As he thought about his current predicament, he just knew
that Gina was somehow involved.
That
hot, sexy bitch had been behind everything since he and his wife had moved into
the apartment across the hall from her about a month ago. In those short four
weeks, William's life had moved from the mundane into a rollercoaster world of
excitement, humiliation, and submission.
As he
lay confined to the hospital bed, he thought about how meeting Gina had changed
his life. William wasn't sure if any of the changes were positive but he was sure that waking up in what looked like a hospital room
and finding himself strapped to a bed was probably not a good sign.
* * *
William
remembered the first time he saw Gina. He was unlocking the apartment door when
he heard the steady clip clop of
heels on the marble floor of the hallway. Clip clop, the
sounds got closer. As he snuck a peek, he came face to face with one of the
sexiest, most beautiful women he had ever seen in real life.
"Hello,
neighbor," she purred.
William's
heart started to pump faster, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He
clutched the rolled up magazine tighter in his hand, before turning to face
her.
"Hello,
I'm William... William Manly. I've... we've..." he was stuttering and trying to keep
it together as her beauty unnerved him.
"Manly?"
she said, smiling, "well, I'll be the judge of that. Yes, I met your wife
yesterday. Lovely woman. Very nice." Her
emphasis on the word nice wasn't
lost on him.
William
felt her eyes burning into him. It was subtle but he knew she was taking in
every inch of him. His cock continued to harden under her gaze and he knew that
she must have spotted his erection through the thin fabric of his lightweight
track pants. It was almost as if she was eye-fucking him and he felt vulnerable
but aroused at the same time.
Her
eyes lingered on the tightly rolled magazine he had moved to cover his
erection, and he instinctively increased his grip on it. There was no way that
William was going to let that magazine fall out of his hand. The contents would expose his dirty little
secret.
He
tried not to stare at her but Gina was stunning. She had the look of an Italian
screen goddess; voluptuous 5-foot-seven-inch-frame; thick, dark hair; beautiful
emerald green eyes; large breasts, and long, toned, beautiful legs. She could
easily be any man's fantasy, and right there, right then, she was William's.
Gina
leaned in closer to him, her face was now only inches from his. William could
feel the electricity in the air. Everything was heightened but also slowed
down. He watched as her hand moved closer and closer to his face, almost in
slow motion. The fingers were elegant, her nails beautifully manicured and
painted in a bright, blood red color.
As she
gently placed her hand on William's cheek, his focus was now on her thick,
fleshy, brightly colored, red lips as she mouthed in a breathy voice, with just
the hint of a Sicilian accent, "Well, it was nice meeting you. I'm sure I'll be
seeing more of you very soon. I can always use a manly
man."
William
blushed as she laughed, then, suddenly she was gone. He heard her apartment
door close and he realized he was still standing outside his apartment door
sporting one of the biggest erections he'd had for a long time. The faint scent
of Chanel No. 5 lingered in the air and as he brushed his cheek, he felt the
slight trace of a silky, sticky residue.
Quickly
unlocking the door, he went straight into the living room and sat down on the
couch. William's cock was throbbing and needed attention. As he whipped his
track pants down and ran his fingers lovingly over the pink lacy panties that
were now exposed under his shorts, he imagined the red, manicured fingers of
Gina, slowly tracing the outline of his cock through the panties. His panties
were already damp with pre-cum as he released his pulsating cock from the
confines of its lacy prison.
"I'm always in need of a manly man." Her words rung in his
ears as he stroked his cock harder and harder.
It
didn't take long before William's cock head exploded in a violent and
passionate release, sending reams of hot, sticky cum over his exposed thighs
and the pink frilly panties. As he sunk into the sofa, his body, and cock
spent, he knew he wanted to see more of this Gina woman. But what he didn't
know was that he was already caught in her web; he just hadn't started to
struggle yet.
* *
*
William
had always run his small design company from an office in his apartment, so he
had plenty of time during the day to play his little dress-up games while his
wife Kay, was at work. Although Kay knew about his fetish for panties and bras,
she tolerated it, but made it very clear she wouldn't be encouraging it.
For the past couple of years they satisfied
one another in the usual bored, quick missionary style and then went off to sleep.
William contented himself with the thought that at least Kay let him occasionally
wear the panties when they made love.
She
also didn't complain when he sometimes shaved his legs; in fact, she had once commented
that they felt nice and smooth and she enjoyed the sensation. Giggling, she
said he could be her "lesbian lover."
They
had been married for four years now and things were safe, and comfortable but
dull. William thought about Gina's comment about Kay. "Yes," he thought, she
was a 'good' woman. She was much better than he felt he deserved but he did
wonder what it would be like under a strong, sexy woman like Gina. A woman who
would dominate him.
As he
dozed off on the couch, his mind filled with images of hot, sexy Gina. In no
time at all he was asleep, with his track pants and panties still down around
his ankles, and his cum drying on his thighs and the couch, leaving silky,
shiny streaks.