Rope

Rope

I stepped up to the counter and dropped the two wrapped hanks of nylon rope on the wooden top in between the display of knifes and some tap rulers. The owner had given up watching the counter and was searching for some parts for another customer so his dutiful wife came out from the office and waited on me.
“That’s pretty rope” she opined, “I picked that colored stuff up at the Hardware Show two years ago”. “You’re the first person I’ve seen even look at it”. “What are you going to use it for?” I smiled sweetly and looked her in the eyes. “I like the contrast between the red and my wife’s pale skin.” I said very matter-of-factly. She took a breath, and looked me in the eye. I looked longingly at her chest. “You’re pale, just like her.” We both gasped. I wondered what I was getting into.
“I’m more of a blue girl.” She said coyly. I smiled, and looked her in the eyes again. “Didn’t you have two hanks of blue on the shelf?” She looked down at the counter, picked up the hanks of red rope, and looked back up at me. “Would you like me to get them?” Our eyes met. “Lets have a look, eh?”
She started off towards the back of the store, and I followed. We passed her husband and his customer in the aisle as they walked forward towards the counter. “Hun” he called cheerily, “I’m off to the Post Office when I finish up.”
She stopped and turned. “Get us some lunch, willya?” “Some Mexican, OK?” I had been admiring her plump ass cheeks, which quite enticingly filled her jeans. Our eyes met, and I smiled. Turning again, she fast walked to the back of the store. Admiring her plump butt, I wondered if her plump belly would be just as sexy.
The selection of rope was displayed upon shelves and on spools stacked on the floor. I realized that there was a bunch on display, but for the most part it was sisal based for farm or rigging work. Off to the side were shelves with coils of nylon rope suited for boats. The colored nylon sift stuff was pushed to the rear. The blue rope was a nice shade indeed, and I imagined it coiled around her chest. She casually threw the hanks of red back on the shelf and picked up the blue, and grinned as she held the coil to her exposed neck. “What doya think?” I shook my head and grinned back. “You’re a winter girl for sure.” Very nice.” "It will suit your wife I think", she said, still grinning. “It suits you better.” I smiled after I said that, and slowly moved my hands up her sides from her waist to the sides of her breasts.
A sigh left her parted lips. “I want to flip the sign and lock the door, I think he’s left, and we’ve got an hour.” “He never comes back in less than an hour.” I watched her fly down the aisle and heard her lock the door and start back. As she rounded the corner and started back to the rope selection I motioned her to stop and held my finger to my lips. She stopped dead in her tracks and scanned the store through the shelves. I slowly stripped my t shirt off, let it drop to the floor and started walking towards her. She stared frozen in the headlights of my gaze, so I delicately picked her hands up in mine and led her back towards the rope. Her palms were sweaty. So were mine. My cock was stiffening.
I looked into her pretty eyes, unclasped her hands and lightly brushed her eyelids down. My obedient girl closed her eyes, and smiled. I wanted to see her tied tightly, so I unbuttoned her shirt and jeans, leaving her in panties and bra; practical white, my hardware store lovely. “Please get undressed”, I requested, as I started to uncoil the blue nylon. “Leave your socks on.” I love seeing naked girls in white socks. As I let the loose rope fall to the floor I noted her body type, and relished her plump bottom and large saggy breasts. Her ample belly delightfully positioned her breasts high on her chest, their pale whiteness punctuated by her rusty rose-colored areolas and nipples. Her undies hadn’t been on the floor for a minute before I encircled the first breast and cinched it firmly. I licked my fingertip a couple times and traced her lips with it. The tip of her tongue grazed my finger tip.
Rope bondage is best done slowly, but because of our “arrangement” I worked quickly, encasing each breast tightly, cris-crossing her cleavage. I gauged the pressure just right for the first one and as the flesh swelled, her tit raised off her belly. The second I might have tied a little too tightly, as it beat her twin to horizontal. As I worked I lightly kissed her neck, and bosom, occasionally licking her lips. Once I finished I started kissing her in earnest and fondling her puss. Her hands found my chest and she explored it and my forearms. What a kisser!
Our nipples sparked as they touched. I was pinching hers, rolling the hard buds between my fingernails, and she was intuitive enough to return me the favor. We shared some moans, as I struggled to remain in front of her as I shucked off my loafers and pants. In all the excitement I got caught up in my pants and had to kneel down to get them off. Her puss was scenting so nicely that I started licking, as my fingers found her nips. She spread her legs slightly as she lowered herself on to my tongue, and started to grind; when my fingers met hers on her nips, I instinctively grasped both of her thighs and spread her wider as I licked her. We were both worked up to a lather, so I raised up, aimed my cock towards her twat and started taking exploratory thrusts until I was sure my swollen member had parted her folds. She let out a small cry, jumped onto me, and we both started to pump; the silkiness of her pussy sucking me deep inside her. I squashed her tits with my hands and pumped until she started a cycle of moans that were only partly stifled by our frenzied kisses. As soon as she started to shudder I couldn’t hold back any longer and I filled her as she spazed; her greedy cunt sucking me dry, my tongue deep in her mouth.
We remained coupled as I untied her. “Their gonna sting when the bl**d gets back inside your tits.” It was her turn to smile “Yea, I know.” “Really?” My eye brows arched…. “I shoulda figured, does hubby tie you up?” She shook her head up and down, and grinned. “And he fast forwards through the store camera tapes every now and again too” “Oh Jeez” I sheepishly grinned and scanned the ceiling for a camera. Finding one an aisle over I groaned, grinned and looked at the lens. “Thanks bud!” “She was great! My cock fell out of her and I knelt down for the cream pie, and started sucking. She obligingly stood on tiptoe and arched her back.
I looked down and started gathering up the rope…. “I’ll take the blue and the red ones if you don’t mind.” My pink-faced clerk laughed and shook her head. “No way Jose, those blue ropes are mine!” We got dressed, and I slapped her butt cheeks as she bent over and pulled her jeans on. “Next time I’d like to take a little longer.” “Oh yea?”, she smiled, then grinned, “What makes you think there’s gonna be a next time.”
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1 year ago
Mmm very nice story
3 years ago
very good
3 years ago
lovely story. Thanks for sharing.