0 comments/ 59406 views/ 3 favorites The Skirt By: Duncil Janice McAdams had a broad smile on her face as she left the cacophony of the Mall behind her. Loaded down with holiday presents, she paid little attention to her immediate surroundings. She walked mindlessly toward her car, not noticing the shadowy figure that paralleled her course a row to her left. Chances are she would not have noticed if she had been paying attention anyway, what with her view blocked by the parcels she was supporting with her left arm. As she approached the Volvo, she reached into her purse and thumbed the autolock. The interior lights of the Volvo obediently came on as the doors unlocked. Janice balanced her packages while she popped open the rear door of the stationwagon. As she transferred her load to the car, she remembered there was one more thing she needed to get. She shut the door, rethumbed the autolock, and headed back toward the Mall. The shadow kept walking. It was almost closing time when Janice reemerged from the Mall. Again, her left arm supporting another find of treasures. She didn't notice that the parking lot light in front of her car was out, nor had she noticed that it had been on during her last trip to the car. She again thumbed the autolock and the Volvo again responded on queue. Janice added her current collection of bags to those already in the cargo area and slammed the rear door shut. As she moved around to the left to get in the driver's side she didn't notice the shadow slip into the back seat from the right. During the drive home she ran through the list of presents in her mind. Althought she was more alert now, since it was dark and it had started to rain, she never noticed her secreted passenger. As she pulled into the driveway, she thumbed the garage door opener. Nothing. She thumbed it again, hoping David had replaced the battery like she had requested. Again, nothing. Realizing she had not taken her umbrella that morning, she stopped short of the garage doors so she would have a direct path to the front door of the house. She would just run in and open the garage from the inside. As Janice disappeared through the front door, the shadow slipped out of the back seat and followed her inside, at a discrete distance. Even though part of her was upset that David had been called out of town, another part of her was glad that she would have time to wrap her treasures at her leisure. She dropped her packages in the family room, relocked the front door, and decided to get out of her wet clothes before grabbing some dinner. She made her way down the dark hallway to the master bedroom and its adjoining bath. As she walked into the dark bedroom, a hand immediately covered her mouth as a powerful arm wrapped itself around her waist from behind. "Not one word..." a voice whispered. "Nod if you understand." Janice, her eyes wide and shaking uncontrollably, managed a nod. "Very good." came the unseen voice. "Are you alone?" Again, she managed a nod. "Good. If you do exactly as you are told, no harm will come to you. Do you understand?" A nod. "I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and you are going to remain perfectly still, aren't you?" A nod. The shadow's right hand slowly pulled away from Janice's mouth, but reappeared seconds later holding an object which even in the dark managed to reflect a light across her eyes. She tried instinctively to move away, but the shadow's powerful left arm held her transfixed. "If you do not behave, I will have to introduce you to my little friend here. Do you understand?" Janice nodded. She found the voice to be cold and unemotional, yet oddly comforting. She pointed to the dresser, "My jewelry is over there." she managed to whisper. "I told you to be still!" the voice commanded, as its powerful left arm tossed her across the room like a rag doll. Janice fell against the edge of the bed, but before she could regain her balance, an arm was dragging her up onto the kingsize bed by her hair. "No!" she exclaimed. whack! came the sound of the back of the shadow's hand as it connected with her cheek. "I told you not one word!" And the shadow covered her mouth with tape. Janice was sobbing now as she watched, almost detached from this reality, as the hooded shadow tied her hands and feet to the edges of the bed. She had never been so terrified. Every emotion raced through her as she watched him meticulously fasten the restraints. When he had finished, he moved to the foot of the bed where he paused, and then removed his black turtleneck. Even in the subdued lighting provided by a nightlight in the bath, Janice could see the shadow's powerful chest, and another emotion struggled to life deep within her. She fought back this newest emotion, as she watched his powerful biceps maneuver his large hands as they unfastened and removed his black jeans. Her eyes widened as his athletic leg muscles slowly moved him onto and up the bed toward her. Her sobbing stopped as her gaze locked on the bulge in his black briefs. Just as she was beginning to lose her battle with her latest emotion, he stopped, straddling her waist, where he again produced his shiny friend. Janice could now see that it was a highly polished knife with a wide blade almost 5" long. Terror regained its hold on her as she tried in vain to break free. rip! came the unmistakable sound of the knife. She could feel the pressure of her blouse on her back as it was lifted and then sliced away slowly by the knife. The delicate wet silk blouse succumb to the sharp edge almost immediately as the shadow unwrapped his present. He could see that she was barely breathing, completely gripped by fear. snip! came the sound as Janice's bra was opened and then pushed aside by the shadow's knife. To make his point, he gently dragged the knife's edge over Janice's now erect nipples. "Not one word..." he reminded her. She watched him intently as he slowly climbed off the bed and moved to her left side. She saw the glint of the knife as he slipped it under the elastic waistband of her skirt. Again, rip! came the sound as it slowly sliced its way through her wet woolen skirt, from waist to hem. She flushed as he reached over and separated the two halves of her skirt, only her panties now protecting her vanity. Then they too were gone as the shadow's power hand reached down, closed around the light cotton cloth, and tore it away with one firm jerk from his powerful bicep. As she laid there, restrained and exposed, and watched him effortlessly rip away her panties, her rage and terror lost their battles with her last emotion, and she shuddered as her body was racked by orgasm. And then came the last of her emotions, guilt and shame at having found some sort of pleasure in her ordeal. She wept again. The shadow, having recognized her orgasm, moved between her open legs and began a slow, gentle massage. Her weeping was gradually replaced by moans as he brought her to another climax, and then another as he explored her inner regions with his large fingers. After her third orgasm, the shadow moved off the bed, unfastened her feet, and then her hands. With the gentleness of a surgeon, he removed the tape from her mouth. Janice looked up at the shadow, transfixed in his stare like a snake's prey, she was drawn toward him. She watched, more as a bystander, as her hands unconsciously extended to enclose him. She felt his firmness, his power over her, and slowly, purposefully guided him to her lips. She could not help herself as she pulled him to her lips as she kissed him lightly. Her eyes still locked on his, she felt him grow. As if on command, she widened her kisses to completely cover him, still locked in his gaze. She slowly slid her lips over him. As he responded to her touch, she began to stroke him as she continued her kisses. The shadow reached down and massaged Janice's breasts and gently pinched her nipples as she continued her caress. The still hooded shadow rolled Janice over onto her hands and knees. As he slid deeply into her, her body exploded with another orgasm, more intense than any she had ever had before. She moaned loudly as he thrust his full length into her again and again. She felt every inch of him as every thrust seemed to make him harder still. Her body was on fire, fanned by every thrust from this stranger. She had just started to shudder yet again when she felt him begin to throb. This signal was received by the muscles deep inside her and they automatically contracted to grasp and help finish their instinctive dance. Janice and the shadow both collapsed in the afterglow. After a few silent moments, she watched as the shadow got to his feet. He switched on a small lamp next to the bed and removed his hood. Janice smiled, weakly, "David, that skirt cost me $200." and she rolled over and went to sleep. The Skirt It was the most fucking ugly skirt Regina had ever seen. The colors were loud and obnoxious, the material some sort of weird polyester mix that just felt... strange. Plus there was extraneous netting forming a layer on the outside. Of course she bought it. It was $5, and needed to be shown to other people to prove its ugliness. Regina brought the skirt home, stuffed in a brown paper bag with some other odds and ends from the Goodwill. She dropped the bag on the couch next to her boyfriend, Keith. He turned from watching Star Trek reruns to look at Regina, mildly interested. "Find anything good?" he asked. Regina smiled, and whipped the skirt out of the bag. She held it up in front of her face. Keith started at it. His mouth dropped open. "That thing's hideous," he said, awed. Regina peeked from behind the skirt. "Isn't it just?" she said. She brought the skirt down, holding it against her waist. "I was thinking of wearing it next time we went out on a date." She twisted her hips back and forth in an attempt to make the skirt swirl. The netting prevented the skirt from moving much. Keith had the good sense to look horrified. He reached out and touched the scarlet netting. He crunched it in his hand, and it made a faint crackling sound. He pulled the netting upwards to look at the material underneath. It was a riot of reds and oranges, all swirling together into some sort of Pucci-inspired bastard child. He slid his hand along the under skirt. It was silky, and smooth. "Put it on," Keith whispered hoarsely. "Huh?" Regina said, confused. Keith cleared his throat. "Put it on," he said a little louder. He looked at Regina hungrily. She gave him a puzzled look, and shrugged. She pulled the skirt on over her jeans, then took them off, kicking them to the side. She stood in front of Keith with her hands on her hips. Keith kneeled on the floor in front of Regina. His hands slowly glided up her bare legs, starting at her ankles, up under the skirt, caressing her knees, up her thighs. His fingers stopped at the elastic border of her cotton underwear. They pushed under the elastic, tangling in the curly hair covering Regina's mons. She sucked her breath in. Keith looked up at her, the ridiculous netting smashed between their bodies underneath his chin. Regina would have laughed, had Keith not chosen that moment to slip a finger between her lips, across her clit. Her knees buckled, and her hands gripped Keith's shoulders to keep from falling. He rolled her clit back and forth with his fingertip, still gazing up at Regina's flushed face. Keith continued the back and forth motion, while Regina's fingers dug into his shoulders, bunching the worn blue t-shirt. She breathed hard, felt wetness seeping between her legs. Keith used it to slide his index finger inside her, rubbing his thumb lightly against her clit. He used his free hand to push up Regina's white shirt, and pressed his lips to her stomach, just above her belly button. Regina's abdomen muscles jumped. Keith kissed and licked her skin along the waistband of the skirt. His fingers continued to slide in and out of her slowly. He rubbed the pad of his finger across her g-spot each time. Regina groaned. She started shaking, unable to control her body from moving against Keith's fingers stroking her. She thrust her body against him, her eyes closed. Keith's index finger began moving more quickly, while his thumb stayed gently firm on her clit. She thrust her pelvis against Keith's body. He stopped kissing her stomach, and tipped his head back to look at Regina. Her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth opened and closed with small gasps. At that moment, Regina was at her most beautiful to Keith. Regina felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen, until she couldn't hold it in anymore. The orgasm hit her hard, bending her body in half over Keith. Her hands formed fists on his shoulders, bunching the t-shirt material. She cried out, her vagina clenching around Keith's finger. She slowly stopped moving against him. He slipped his fingers out, and placed a small kiss on Regina's stomach. Regina melted onto the floor onto her back. Keith stretched out next to Regina. He kissed her mouth. "You should buy ugly skirts more often," he said. The Skittles The little round candies lying on his tummy reflected the sun light pouring through the window. I lined the little red, orange, yellow, green and purple candies along his chest, down from his chin to just above his cock. Placing a pattern of colored sugar over his body before slowly one by one licking them up. When he chuckled at my antics they bounced and rolled along his muscles and down his sides, a rainbow glittering over our bed. I laughed as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up to him, pressing my chest to his, pulling me down to kiss him gently. I could feel the skittles between us, little cold sensations of sugar goodness squished between us slowly warming to our body heat. I crawled off him and around him, searching around his naked body looking for my lost candies. He picked one out from next to his waist nearly lost in the wrinkle of the sheets. Holding the tiny lost green skittle to me, when I reached to take it he popped into his mouth keeping it between his teeth; his eyes daring me to take it. I growled as I leaned forward, licking his bottom lip before slowly deepening the kiss till my tongue slid into his mouth wrestling for the skittle. His hand moved down my back to grab my ass as I wiggled it in the bright afternoon sunshine. When at last I claimed my candy, I sat up looking proudly down at him, my eyes sparkling in my victory. He leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head smiling up at me. We stared at each other for a moment, silently laughing at ourselves. When he arrived, I had dragged him from the front door to my room, grabbing my bag of skittles from the coffee table on the way. We had been in my room for nearly 2 days now, leaving occasionally for the restroom and food. I collected all the skittles I could find putting them back in the little cup I keep by my bed for them. Sighing happily as I lay back my head on his chest. We talked for hours happy to finally be with one other. Just after the sun had set, he reached over and grabbed a skittle, running it over my bottom lip before letting it fall between my teeth. I chewed and sucked on the little candy before turning over and licking my way across his stomach and then running my lips and teeth up his chest to his neck and jaw. He kissed me back just as gently, one hand sliding down my back and ass till it cupped me from behind, the other hand moving past my neck and the collar that was wrapped around it, nesting itself into my long hair. Our bodies rubbed each other, his cupped hand sliding a finger along my slit, gently massaging my clit, making me wet and wanting again. He growled as I pulled away. I walked over to the door picking up the sheet I had dropped to floor, wrapping it around my body. He watched me open the door and I stuck my tongue out at him as I ducked through. Closing the door so my room mates wouldn't see the naked male on my bed I wondered through the house to the kitchen. I smiled and waved to the roomie on the computer, and the one on the couch cuddling with her boyfriend watching T.V. She laughed as I went scurrying by in my roman attire. Reaching the kitchen I stole two bagels, a tub of cream cheese and some juice from the fridge. "There is life in that room!" the roomie on the couch calls out as scuttle past her "Was there any doubt? Or should we turn up the volume?" I looked at her, a little mischievous grin slowly appearing on my face. They all laugh as I make my way back in my room. Making a little picnic on my bed I put together our bagels while he poured the juice. I held half a bagel up for him; he bit off a piece and watched me as I licked my other finger clean. I shook my head no and smiled when he tried to grab me. Talking some more we finished the small dinner and after placing the stuff on the floor near my stereo, I climbed up into his lap straddling him. He showed me his finger, cream cheese on it. I smiled, taking it into my mouth to lick and suck clean. Growling he took a hold of my collar and the back of my head by my hair, pulling me down to his cock. I purr as I wrap my hand around the base, licking my lips and then licking the shaft from balls to head. Flicking the tip of my tongue over the sensitive spot just below the head and then around the ridge before taking just the head into my mouth. Playing my tongue around and over, up and down the head, he groans and tightens his hold on my hair pulling my mouth down his cock. Letting the tip run along the ridge of the roof my mouth, deep throating, to kiss the base and sucking my way off it. I purr and lick him as if his throbbing cock is the next best thing to a lollypop. Before to long I can feel his hips twitch and his hand clenches so tightly it feels as though he means to pull my hair out of my head. I moan with him still deep in my throat. He pulls me off, holding me over his ready to burst cock, my hand never letting go. I look down watching the lines on his stomach as I lower down onto his cock taking all of it in to my wet hole. Ridding him I watch as his back arches lifting me up, I can tell he's trying to hold back, to wait for me; I grab his hand bring it to my hip where his fingers dig into my skin, biting deep. My head swirls as I find my release matching him, feeling his cock pulse with in me, filling me. My back arches as the flame reaches out along my limbs my legs shaking. One hand grabs his stomach, the other back on his thigh holding me up. As my head rolls forward his hands grab me, pulling me gently down on to him. I wince as he slides out of me, our juices running down my thigh. I lay next to him until I can move again, grabbing the towel on the floor to wipe both myself and him off. Curling up in the crook of his arm, I snuggle and yawn, my warm breath heating his skin. As my eyes close, drifting off to sleep, he holds a skittle to my lips. I dart my tongue out to snatch it, smiling as I fall asleep in his arms.