Vacation at last

It’s the first day of my vacation and my plan was to sleep in, just refuse to get out of bed until I’m so awake it’s getting boring. That plan didn’t quite work out. It didn’t work out at all, as a matter of fact. I had noticed during the week before that there was something going on next door, there were deliveries of planks and - yes, I really should have seen this coming, I realise that now - other kinds of building material. At half past six this Monday morning it is very apparent that the neighbours are having something built, from where I am it sounds like they are rebuilding the whole freckin’ house… before seven o’clock. I’ve already tried to cancel out the noise by pressing a pillow over my head, but I just succeeded in almost suffocating myself. That would have solved my problem with the loud sounds, but it would have been a waste of a perfectly good vacation. 

With a deep sigh I throw the blanket aside and put my feet down on the floor. No use in staying in bed at the moment since the ruckus outside my windows will keep me from sleeping and most likely will disturb any other activity I might want to engage in bed-wise. I pull the old t-shirt I’ve been sleeping in over my head and aim for the laundry basket. Score! 

I rapidly pull the dark curtains covering the large windows aside to let the sunlight in and stand still with my eyes closed for a moment to feel the warmth of the morning sun on my body and to allow my eyes to adjust to the light. When I open my eyes again and look out the window I look straight into the very amused eyes of a man standing only a few meters away over by the neighbours fence. He’s looking straight at me and I could slap myself for being so thoughtless..! With that kind of noise one would think that I’d realise that there had to be somebody making the noise and that that someone most likely would be not too far off. 

For some reason I don’t quite can explain I don’t pull the curtains closed or cover myself - I’m standing there wearing only the briefs I slept in. Instead I reach my arms over my head and stretch, still keeping eye contact with the stranger outside my window. I then slowly slide my hands from my neck, down over my breasts and waist, letting them land on my hips where my fingers trace the lining of my panties. The man out there is still smiling - but there is something else that has been added now, there is a glint in his eyes that tells me that he is not only amused by the surprise show. He cocks his eyebrow and I mirror his mimic before I turn by back to the window. I glance over my shoulder to make sure he’s still there and with one swift move I bend over, pulling my panties down. The move makes my now naked behind press to the window and the cool of the glass against my private parts is an interesting contrast to the heat that has started building inside. I stand up straight and walk away from the window without looking out again. 

I’m not more than a few steps away from the window when it hits me what I just did. Really. What the f*ck did I just do? Why did I do that? And why, oh why, did I get such a kick out of it? I’m tingling all over and I can sort of feel my whole body in a way I’m not accustomed to. Usually my body is just the thing carrying me around, but at this time it’s like I feel my skin, I feel the floor under my feet… I sense my hair resting at my neck. I hear the knock knock knock on the front door. I… wait. What? I must have imagined. There’s no-one who would come visit me before seven o’clock a Monday morning. I listen, trying to will the sound of a fist banging on my front door to reappear, but no. I shake my head, this morning has been weird enough already - but my feet steer me towards the front door. There is a small round piece of opaque glass in the door and the sun is shining through it, making a circle of light on the mat in my hallway. I look at the carpet for a couple of seconds, then I take three quick steps to the door, unlocking it, before I turn and go to the bathroom. 

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and look at my own reflection after washing my face and quickly brushing my hair. The start of this vacation has been an odd one. I shake my head and smile at my image. Fool. You are a fool. 

Time for a quick morning yoga and then breakfast. 

***

I grab the yoga mat from its basket in the hallway and make my way to my living room - the only place where I’ve got enough space to do my morning yoga. It’s got the same kind of big windows I have in the bedroom, but these look out over a patch of trees and there is hardly ever anyone there, so I’ve not got any curtains at all, just green plants in hanging flower pots. 

As I step into the room I sense more than hear that I am not alone. There is somebody else here. That somebody has taken a quick step in behind me and now has one hand over my mouth and one around my waist, pressing me close to his chest. There’s a low voice in my ear ”Quiet now, you little tease.” The hand slides down from covering my mouth, down my throat where it stops for a moment. The pressure makes me very aware of my pulse and it must be hammering against the fingers circling my neck. I am very aware of the fact that I am stark naked and that the person behind me is fully clothed. I am also very aware that the normal reaction here for me would be to fight, to try and wiggle my way out of his grip, to do something… but I am still, quiet, obedient. I can feel the warm breath of his on my neck and without being fully aware of what I’m doing I tilt my head to the side, leaving my neck and throat open and vulnerable. His hand under my chin holds a steady grip while the arm around my waist press me tighter to his chest, his fingers spreading wide and slowly moving south until his little finger rests on top of my pubic bone. I don’t move, don’t make a sound - but it is suddenly a bit harder to breathe… and it has nothing or very little to do with the hand over my throat. The owner of those hands now seem to have come to the conclusion that I will not put up a struggle and the hand over my neck is slowly making its way down too, sliding over my chest, cupping my left breast. My nipples react instantly on the touch and go hard under his fingers. He laughs silently in my ear and lets his fingertips circle my nipple very lightly before pinching it between his thumb and index finger. I inhale, but I stay quiet and I don’t protest to the treatment. In fact - and I can hardly believe I’m admitting to this - I am getting more and more aroused. I can’t know for sure, but I believe that the person standing behind me, taking liberties with my body, is the person who I more or less accidentally flashed. From what I can see the arms look strong and tanned, like they would on a person who works on a building site, the hands have light calluses and the grip is very firm. There is no doubt in my mind that this person is used to being able to get what he wants - and he is capable of taking it. 

His low voice in my ear startles me. ”Open the door to the balcony.” He releases his grip on me and I do as I’m told. I’ve got the key to the balcony door in a wooden bowl on the book shelf and with a click the door swings open. The morning air is fresh, but not cold. This side of the house still hasn’t got any sun and there’s a slight breeze. 

”Stay quiet and go outside.” He has followed me and is now standing behind my back again, one hand on my behind and pushing me forward, but I still hesitate. I am completely naked, what if someone was to pass by and see me? Just as that thought has passed through my mind it strikes me how absurd it is that THAT is what I worry about… not the stranger who has entered my home and is taking liberties with my body. 

He produces a bunch of cable binders from a pocket and instructs me to put my hands on the railing. I get bracelets of cable binders that are attached to the railing with another set of the same kind. 

”Don’t pull or yank at those, you’ll tighten them and that will hurt.”

I nod and let my hands rest on the wooden railing. 

”Keep your hands where they are, but move back towards me.” 

I hesitate for a moment, not for long - but those seconds are enough to make him impatient. I hear the sound of the slap before my brain registers the pain. I let out an involuntary yelp of surprise and pain, the left side of my bum hurts. He must have used a belt or something. The pain fades away little by little and is replaced by a sense of warmth, a streak of fire over my arse cheek.

”I repeat; Keep your hands where they are, move your feet towards me. Now.” 

***

I immediately do as I’m told and I am rewarded by his hands softly stroking my behind. I am still extremely aware that I’m tied up, naked on my own balcony, any of the neighbours could come by - there are quite a few around here who own a dog and the few people I see from my balcony usually are those with a dog on a leash. This is the morning walk time, isn’t it? I am so preoccupied with this dilemma that once again I seem to have forgotten what would be the REAL problem. The man who has made sure that I can’t move away and whose strong hands now rest on my hips pulling me towards him. I start turning my head, but again I receive a hard slap on my behind. 

”Keep facing forward.” 

I do as I’m told and focus my gaze on the large boulder where the path through the trees is visible from my balcony. The hand that slapped me still rests on my ass… I am completely exposed, legs a little apart - but I’m still not quite prepared for the fingers reaching in between my legs… I close my eyes and I know I am blushing, I am mortified to realise that my pussy has betrayed me. I am wet, almost to the point of dripping wet as a matter of fact. 

I hear the smile in his voice as he mumbles ”Well well, what do you know..?” His shoes on the inside of my calves indicates that I should spread my legs wider and I obey. The sound of his zipper being pulled down makes me open my eyes again and as I do I meet the eyes of the neighbours teenage son. He stands over by the boulder and he has their tiny dog on a leash, I’m guessing he has just picked up the dog poo because it looks like he’s been frozen solid while he was trying to tie the black bag together. Still keeping eye contact with him I inhale sharply when I feel fingers entering my pussy, it’s like he’s probing me to feel if I’m ready and oh my God… I feel violated and excessively horny at the same time. There’s no doubt my body will welcome him, no matter what I think I ought or ought not do. Apparently he has made the same assessment because the fingers inside me disappear and are replaced by a very erect cock. 

The young man on the path has now dropped both the leash and the black plastic bag. The dog very happily bounces off towards their house, but his young master stands still and watches me - or us, I guess - intently. He looks like he can’t believe his eyes and I can’t say I blame him. I can’t quite believe it myself… but my body doesn’t care one bit about what moral objections I might have. The feeling of that hard cock moving slowly in me is bewitching. He slides one hand along my spine and grabs hold of my hair, pulling my head back. I wish my hands weren’t tied up, I’d really like to touch myself right now. Speaking of touching… the teenager by the trees still is watching and he is slowly undoing the fly of his trousers. While keeping eye contact with me he pulls his jeans down just enough that he can free his cock and I watch him spitting into his palm and then starting to jerk off, all while watching me being thoroughly fucked. I arch my back a bit more, pushing back as far as my tied up hands allows me, trying to meet his thrusts… but he doesn’t appear to be in any hurry. He keeps a steady pace and when I moan loudly he pulls my hair a bit harder, whispering that I need to be quiet. I bite my lower lip and try my best to obey, it’s just that I really want to come… He must know this, he reads my signals a bit too easily and now he slows down his thrusts even more and I can’t believe it, I kind of thought that was the thing, that he would fuck me, come and then leave… but it seems I am way closer to getting an orgasm than he is - and I am totally confused. Now he is still, just resting inside my pussy. He has let go of my hair and I think he probably has noticed the boy over there, jacking off for all that he’s worth. It’s one odd feeling this. I have to admit that it turns me on (even more, yes, I know I sound like a bloody broken record) to be the object of all this sexual attention. I close my eyes for a moment, resting my forehead on my hands on top of the railing - and when I look up the boy is gone. He dropped the black plastic bag and I think to myself that I need to talk sternly to him about not tossing it in the trash - and yes, that is before I realise that that probably is the least of my problems with that teenager later on. It suddenly strikes me that I’m so damned lucky that he didn’t pick up his mobile and filmed this - because he didn’t… did he? This actually makes me feel a tidal wave of panic, my vision blurs and my knees go weak. 

His arm swoops in under my waist, keeping me up and he reaches over me, producing a carpet knife that easily cuts through the cable binder keeping my wrists attached to the wooden plank that makes out the railing. 

***

The feeling of panic recedes slowly, but I can’t shake it completely - what the f*ck will I do if that boy has filmed it all and loads it up for all to see? My family? My coworkers? I am so preoccupied with this possible scenario that I am just vaguely aware that he is leading me back in through the balcony doors, a steady arm around my waist. It is first when he lowers me down to my unmade bed that I come back to reality and notice the boy standing in the hallway. Both men are watching me. I lock gazes with the teenager from next door, trying to hypnotise him into NOT having filmed - but he obviously doesn’t do telepathy. The man looks at me, then at the youngster. ”Show her your mobile, lad.” 

Like he’s in a trance he walks up to me holding his iPhone out for me. I look at him, then at the screen of the smartphone. It is unlocked and I press the icon hiding all photos and films. There are plenty of pictures of the dog, of cute teenage girls, party pictures, plenty of selfies - and quite a few of what I suspect is his own erect cock - and surprisingly many photos of flowers - but there isn’t a single picture of yours truly. I hand the phone back and I can almost physically feel the relief that he won’t be uploading any amateur porn featuring myself… 

The man has positioned himself at the bottom of my bed and the teen is standing awkwardly by my side, he doesn’t seem to know quite what to do with himself nor with the phone. This is when I start coming to my senses and realise why the poor boy doesn’t seem to know where to look. I’m still naked, for goodness sake… and he still (or again..?) has a painfully apparent boner - even though he tries valiantly to cover it with the smartphone and his hands. 

It’s funny how the mind and the body works sometimes. Now when I have been able to see for myself that there aren't any naughty photos - well, none portraying me anyway - on the phone I actually get kind of turned on by the presence of my teen neighbour. He is so obviously painfully horny and I think to myself that it is almost a compliment. The man who has been standing by the foot end of my bed during the exchange with the smartphone seems to be able to read my mind. He clears his throat and the boy has obviously forgotten about him, he literally jumps. 

”Why don’t you put your phone away and take off your clothes..?” It is phrased as a question, but it is very apparent that it is, in fact, an order. The boy rushes to do as he’s told, dropping both his phone and his clothing on the floor where he stands. Inwards I sigh, why is it so darn difficult to fold ones clothes and put them on the chair instead..? When I look at the boy again - he is still holding his hands over his crotch, trying in vain to cover his erection - I realise that I’ve been wrong. This isn’t a boy. This is a young man and he is surprisingly well built. 

”Touch her.” This time there is no misstaken - that is an order if I ever heard one.

The boy - sorry, the young man - sits down on the side of my bed and puts one hand on my left breast. I arch my back, pushing my chest up to meet him and my nipples harden. He makes a sound that is something between a gasp and a sob and squeezes my breast carefully, almost reverently. 

”Your other hand too.” A new order from the man and the boy glances over to him. The remaining hand is covering his cock and he seems reluctant to move his cover.

”Now.” 

Slowly he moves his hand and reveals an erection that sways a little with his heartbeat. He clumsily puts his other hand on my hip, doesn’t seem to know quite what to do with himself… but by now I’ve got a pretty good idea as to where I would like his hand and I spread my thighs. He looks at me, at the man, at my exposed pussy and you can almost see how his brain is trying to make sense out of this… before he does exactly as I sort of have suggested. He lets his hand slide over my abdomen, over my pelvis and down between my legs, his fingers slowly gliding over my clitoris, along my soft, wet folds and reach my pussy. His breathing has gone heavy and on the top of his erect cock there’s a glittering pearl of pre-cum. He shoves his fingers into my pussy, too hard, he’s too eager and I twist away.

”Stop.” The man’s voice is like a whiplash, both I and the boy freeze. 

***

”Get over there, boy.” The teenager looks like he would like to object, he glances over his shoulder to the man and then back at my body. Very reluctantly he withdraws his hands from my body and gets up. The man has picked up a new set of cable binders, he nods to the chair where I usually hang my working clothes. In a very teenagerish way the boy shuffles over and sits down. This time I get to keep my hands mobile, but the poor lads hands are secured with cable binders to the armrests of my chair. His whole appearance looks miserable - apart from his cock that sways in a cocky way. 

”Watch and learn.” he says over his shoulder as he approaches my bedside. ”…and you, reach up and hold on to the bedpost. Don’t let go if you want to escape the cable binders this time. Do the same with your legs, I want you to look like a human cross… and don’t move unless I tell you to.” 

I obey immediately, stretching out my legs so my feet rest outside the mattress of my queen size bed and reach up to grab hold of the headboard of my bed. I can almost feel the boy’s eyes over my body as the man gets up from my side and walks over to the other side of the bed, presumably to make sure that his pupil can see properly. He runs his fingers very lightly from my toes, along my legs, up over my hip and belly, up between my breasts and his fingers come to rest over my throat. His index finger presses my chin up and forces me to meet his gaze. His eyes are warm and even though his mouth isn’t smiling there’s a glimmer of laughter in there. It is so odd, well, absurd really… but I feel completely safe with this man. Even though I’ve never seen him before I gave him an impromptu striptease show this morning - and very much in spite of the devilish grin that now spreads over his face. He grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off, revealing a chest that is almost as tanned as his arms - and I take a deep breath, concentrating to keep my grip on the bedposts although I ache to touch his chest, to run my fingers over his abdomen…  Ha! Now there’s the glimmer of an actual smile, I bet he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He winks at me… and my body reacts instantly like he’s some kind of freaking superstar and I’m a starstruck fan or something, this is embarrassing! My breath hitches in my throat when he lifts his hand and run a light finger over my lips before he traces a line down my neck and chest, circles first one nipple and then the other. He then leans in and lets his tongue mirror the moves his fingers just did - and I moan when his lips close over my stiff nipple. Over by the chair the teenage boy is tugging at the cable binders, trying to reach his cock to satisfy himself - but to no avail. His eyes are glued to what happens here in bed and his cheeks are blushing. 

While still toying with my nipple the man slides one hand along the side of my body, over the sensitive skin at my waist, on the outside of my hip and lets his hand rest over the top of my thigh. I know better than to move, but I try to will his fingers down the inside of my thigh - and I feel him smiling over my breast. Bastard… He knows soooo well what he is doing to me. When the hand on my thigh starts moving again, down, closer - well, I can hardly breathe. His fingertips land ever so lightly on my pussy, he traces my pussy lips up over my clit, the touch is so light I’m not sure if it is for real of if I’m starting to imagine things… and then the fingers slide up the inside of my other thigh. I could scream of frustration, but I get it - if I do he’ll just make me wait longer. As this thought runs through my mind my body rebels and without my conscious thought I shift the thigh under his hand, to make him run his fingers down to my wet pussy… and the reaction is instantaneous. I receive a hard slap on the inside of my thigh and I feel his teeth bite down over my nipple before he releases it. The sudden pain of the slap makes me gasp. 

He looks at me and gets up from beside me. I have to fight the urge to whine like an animal, I want him back, I want to feel his touch over my body, but I press my lips together, I’m not going to give in. 

The teenager over in my chair has a look of despair - I totally understand him, I feel we’re in similar situations…  A sound to my right makes me turn my head and I am so very close to moving - the man has opened the top drawer in my bedside table… and we all know what one usually finds in that particular drawer, don’t we? Right. And right on cue, there is a buzzing sound, courtesy of my vibrator.  

***

I have to admit that I have a variety of different toys in my drawer, but I know the sound of this one. It’s a black vibrator in black silicone and silver metal - seemingly simple, but oh what joy it has brought me… I just never considered it to be anything else than a solo play. Oh. I see he has found the tiny black bottle too. That is a pretty new favourite, as a matter of fact. Smells like gingerbread and one drop makes my clitoris get all warm and tingly. At the moment I wouldn’t say I really need any more tingle - but I can tell just by the look the man gives me that he does not agree… and that he knows exactly what the little bottle contains. 

He unscrews the tiny cork and squeezes out one drop on his index finger before putting the bottle down on my bedside table. Balancing the drop he then takes the few steps to my bed, bends over me and spreads my labia with one hand’s fingers before carefully massaging the drop over my clitoris. 

The boy over in the chair is slumping, I would almost think he’s asleep, but he is still watching under half closed eyelids. His erection has started to droop a bit as well - and our master seems to notice too. It will take up to a minute for the tiny drop to have effect and meanwhile he seems to take pity on the boy. Once again the carpet knife cuts through cable binders this morning and now I can see why the young man seemed pained. He’s been pulling on those cable binders and they have made deep, red marks in the skin of his wrists. He wiggles his fingers and rubs the skin, still keeping his eyes on my naked body. Meanwhile the drop is working its magic and my clitoris feels all warm and sort of pulsates… it feels, actually, a bit like magic. I am so focused on this magical, warm feeling that I’m not quite aware that there is a conversation going on between the men. I hear the young man mumbling something I can’t quite make out and then the other man replying ”And you will follow my instructions, understood?” The teenager nods and it’s a good thing his head is well attached or else it would come off. Now that is what I call enthusiasm..! Even his cock has resumed its enthusiastic stance.

The man has returned to the side of my bed, this time the young man has followed and stands by his side. 

”So… for this to work out as I’d like it to, we’d need to put a blindfold on you - and I’d like you to either put in earplugs or earphones.” 

I nod silently and point to the second drawer in my nightstand. That’s where I keep my earplugs. He picks them out for me and while I try to wiggle them in place he collects a scarf from the hallway. I tie the scarf over my eyes and he checks to make sure I can’t peek. I can make out shapes, but nothing else - and the earplugs make my own breathing and my heartbeats echo in my head. 

A hand lands on my chest, over my heart. For several seconds it is all I feel, that warm hand, the light pressure. Then one more hand, stroking over my calf. Another, fingers touching my lips. A fourth hand sliding from my knee down the inside of my thigh… and the vibrating toy gliding slowly along my groin. I don’t know if it is because of the fact that I can’t see or hear properly, but the sensations are separate, I feel the caress of each hand, the warm wet tongue following the trail of the vibrator, the lips on my breast - those are all separated sensations and my nerves are working overtime to convey the feelings to my brain… and let me tell you, my poor brain is going to short-circuit soon, trying to process all this lovely information! Strong hands grab hold of my hips and lift my arse from the bed, a high pillow is inserted under my behind and I can feel the bed moving as someone takes position between my open legs. The vibrator rests against my clitoris, the vibration is set to the lowest speed and fingers stroke the inside of my thighs, almost - but not quite - touching my pussy. My own heartbeat is echoing inside my head as I again try to wiggle myself closer to those magical hands - and just like before my only reward is a sharp slap on the inside of my thigh and all activities stop. I can hear myself breathing and it takes all the self-control I possess to stay still and not to make any demands. I am rewarded after just a few seconds and I gasp as I feel the hard smoothness of a cock gliding repeatedly up and down my wet pussy, spreading my own juices and preparing me. I feel hands sliding under my ass, angling me right and then, at last, I can feel myself getting filled when someone pushes deep inside. I don’t know who it is, but I do know it is divine. Hands on my tits, thumbs (I think) rubbing over my already hard nipples. The vibrator once again buzzing on low speed against my clit - how many hands do they have? - and a silky hard cock rests on my bottom lip. I spread my lips, allowing it to enter my mouth, letting the tip of my tongue caress  the cock before it pulls out and re-enters my mouth. I suck and lick it, but since I’m not allowed to use my hands it is tricky to steer him. He pushes in a little too far and I try to control the gag reflex, but when he pulls out I miss the sensation of being twice fucked. Still, I’m pretty rapidly climbing towards ecstasy with the vibrator over my clit, the cock fucking my cunt and now the person pressing my boobs together, moving his cock back and forth between them. My own heartbeat is echoing in my head, making it impossible to perceive anything else sound wise and it feels like a wave spreading outwards from my clit, my back arches on its own accord and the sound escaping me is more like an animal than a human when the orgasm explodes through my body, making every nerve, every muscle shiver and vibrate. I am only very vaguely aware that warm cum rains over my breasts, throat and face and that the thrusting between my legs gets more intense and then the cock presses deep, deep inside me and fills me.