12/7/2016 6:56:52 AM: Warning..... This fantasy was pecked by iPhone, so please pardon the choppy style and errors.... PJ u are upon your third meeting with the stranger whom you've just met two weeks prior. He requested for your attire to compose of a well fitted blue or denim button up long sleeve shirt and a medium length skirt, beige in color.... your hair is to be pinned back in a fashionable hold, exposing your neck and earrings. As the compliant good girl you are, the perquisites are met..... Sheer 20 opaque black thigh high stockings, and optional underwear... he did indicate that he finds it sexy for a women not to wear panties with a skirt or dress.... and you aim please.... You cooperate and meet at the described location, which is a bit isolated, but yet within vision of the bar you first met. You go to the far end of the parking lot, next to a few parked vehicles. You stand and wait patiently eager in somewhat darkness, under dim lighting with projected shadows from the street lights across the road. A text message arrives with instructions to turn your back, face your car, keep your legs together and to place your arms on the hood of your car.... slightly bending over as if you were being frisked by a badged officer. You cautiously follow these instructions and wait..... and wait. You can feel the cool brisk night air flowing through your skirt and funneling to gently cool your un-pantied ass. As you wait, you hear his voice approaching with instructions not to turn around. You feel his hand in massage comfort moving about your neck whiled a blindfold is positioned... all actions from behind you... He begins moving and wrapping is his hand into your skirt in a mere check of his un-pantied desires. As he fondles during his check, he moves to slightly finger your pussy with a slow rub from bottom to top... resting the last touch upon your clit. Your wetness is exposed as you have so needed a man's touch. With your body preoccupied to his greeting and relaxed into total comfort and trust, you feel ropes circling your legs and then slight tugging cinching. Then he pulls your arms behind you and comfortably confines them as well. At last, a gag is tightly placed in your mouth. A slight panic ensues... as you are lifted and placed into the back seat of his vehicle. 'You will be ok. I wont hurt you', he says.A panic moment rushes through your thoughts... You know that you are going to be taken sexually because of the manner of your restraint.. Your panic can only be seen in your trembling nervousness. During the confinement, he gave a slight grope to the inner thighs and a firm ass feeling.... most particularly, he sized up your breast with a grasp of both of his hands.... cupping your breast. You can't resist nor do anything about his actions, but in a sense, it is relaxing to totally give in. No decisions, no worries, no heavy work.... no kids to feed, no hubby to demand your time, and no cleaning the kitchen.... just simple submission...... but it scares the hell out of you. As he drives, you can hear the road change from pavement to gravel... Suddenly almost at a stop..... Then a turn... still moving... It seems to last forever.... On a bumpy logging road ...., your best guess of your whereabouts....is clouded with so many turns and each with a new sound and smell. Somewhere out in the Chippewa National Forest runs through your mind... Or perhaps up in the swamps around the wooded north end of Lake Winnebegosh. The car stops.... 'We are here' he says... You are pulled out and stood up..... leaning back against the car.... facing him.... you feel his cheek as he nears your neck smelling of your hair and caressing your chin..... You smell his cologne in the breeze.... as he begins to snug your blind and gag... he proceeds to your arms with a gentle lacing feeling of ropes replacing your penned knots.... Your snap-button up shirt is suddenly opened as he opens to expose your breast by cutting your bra in half... Ropes begin to surround your entire upper torso...you feel a binding in the front with the slight protuberance of your bare breast.... sticking out, exposed, your nipples are rigid and sensitive to the friction of his shirt as he reaches around you.... Your breasts are totally exposed for his pleasure.... He notices and feels of your nipples in erect invitation for his pinch or nibbling.... as you so badly have coveted the thought of a man's mouth perched upon your nipple - sucking gently. You have only once in your life, had your nipples in a pleasureable position of sensation... as you remember, there was biting as you engaged in sex and it felt awesome..... That was a long ago... This eager thought ravishes your body and tingles your spine just remembering that attention. A few yards away, he takes you away from his vehicle on a forest or logging trail.... There are sounds of fall leaves crunching at each step... and the musty, earthy smell of the forest floor... All of this reminds you of the isolated area you are in. There is a faint boat sound in the distance, as you can almost smell a lake and camp fire due to the sounds in the air as you near farther along the trail. Louder, and louder... There is water. A splashing, whipping sound of waves, perhaps on a sanded beach. These thoughts begin to resignate as you walk. You begin to wonder if your are visible by others.... a thrill of excitement rushed down your groin just thinking about being seen by a group of men, almost nude. Yes, there is definitely a campfire close by as you mentally gather your location. Your guess is next to a shore as you can feel sand on your now standing bare feet.... It is soft and squishes between your toes as your feet slightly imprint into the ground. With your arms tied behind you.... You hear and sense his overhead workings... pulling the ropes over something above like a limb. You find yourself in sudden need to self comfort your position by bending over and definitely creating a slightly, vulnerable position.... There is still a slight discomfort and upward pull to your arms.... As long as you remain still, bent over, there is very little pain.... and you quickly realize there is no wiggle room... Your heart races as you realize your now at the destination, location, and position of where things may soon begin to happen... As you wonder and guess what, you begin to relax as you realize there are ropes around your torso... totally supporting your back. This relaxed stance places greater weighted firmness around your breast, bulging out of your half opened shirt... You realize that hey are slightly sagging and hanging from your cinched shirt and torso..... as your erecting nipples become slightly chilled to the night air. In a sense, with your hands disabled, your nipples become appendage of feeling.... feeling his slight touches....as he rubs up against you in his efforts of his rigging. As he pulls your skirt up over your round ass... you feel his erection..... Confirmation! of the nature of this meeting, date, scene, and abduction. As each leg struggles to your last efforts of resistance....you feel his positioning leverage in an attempt to pry your open like a clam. Overcome .... you are now totally exposed from the waist down.... Still a little fight remains as you muscle your legs together in a last effort of squeeze... You try to maintain your tight stance..... trying to relax ...but in fear about what is now to happen.... As a solution to your uncooperative leg motions, you feel him place a rope on each ankle. You now find yourself slightly spread with an outward pull from each ankle..... Slightly hunched over, ass in the air, arms pulled snug from over head, and a tight cinched breast harness made of rope.... You are now realizing your vulnerability... And await his next actions. There is a long pause and several minutes pass as you can hear boats on the water and people talking loudly and laughing at what you believe is a camping party of men on the lake. Your mind wonders of your visibility due to your open location and the loudness of the camp. All awhile, you hear your date stepping away.. away from you in a direction you believe is back to the trail... You begin to place imminent attention to the situation as you feel the cool brisk air literally patting your ass.. for a fall night, the evening is quite warm and you can sense a strong moon, that must be at its fullest. Suddenly, you hear something.... Moving closer.. as you begin to guess the noise whereabouts it becomes apparent that 4 wheelers are riding on the trail.... 1, 2, 3, you begin counting but lose focus to fear... fear that they can see you as they literally drive right past you.... helpless, gagged, confined, exposed, partially nude, and obviously showing your body in a way that it has never been seen before.... but in a wicked sense, it is exciting, arousing, just thrilling to be like this..... As time passes and drool extends in a solid stream from your gagged mouth to the sandy ground it is becoming more apparent that something happened to your abductor... 'Where can he be' you begin to ask yourself. ..... at a moment of panic, chill bumped tits and motionless, you feel a sharp slap to your bare ass... You are clueless to its origins as you are initially frightened..... Your ass is now feeling the results of several swings as the pain lingers into stinging redness.... You begin to feel the high balling effect of chilled and hear as the blood rushes to this part of your body. It becomes sensitive to the touch... almost throbbing as numbing sensations take control of your lunar ass in ecliptic sharpness....stinging like hell. The pain is momentarily intense and begins to subdue to a puffy engorged swelling feeling. This only last a little while and begins to cease with absence of the impending swats .... in silence..... in zero movement. No sounds can be heard.... Another pause happens as you so quickly ferling tingling blood rushed feelings around your outer labia... A sensitive rush so rapidly flushes over your pussy.... just as one imagines an ocean wave washing over a children's sand built castle.... Without being able to touch and check for yourself, you quickly realize that a slight swelling as definitely ensued around your ass and purging a path directly to your pussy.... Your sensation is so delicate that it is almost instant orgasm as you feel his fingers touching your swollen, exposed clutoris..... Slowly rubbing and stroking as you begin to moan in a quivering body shaking wave.... Excitement ensues as the stroking continues.... . You are now at a point of involuntary movements and rhythms of your own doing..... A general wetness and tingling succumbs your pussy as your stiffened clitoris is now at the forefront of duty...... The point of inflection, when the parabola curve changes from negative slope to a positive slope point, or should it be said that the vertex of the abduction has transformed from fear to pleasure..... A thought of relaxation happens as you realize you are totally powerless to his touch..... just as a hand controls the entire television... due to one single touch of one single finger to one sensitive button (clitoris)... yes he is control of this body and certainly has the remote at hand.... At this point, you have a flash of trust, confidence, and to his credit a feeling of safety.... In his control. His right hand feels your pussy from behind and his left embraces around your shoulders, firmly in grasp of her left breast with an alternating hold and nipple twisting...... Action.... of his two fingers.... In a sense, one hand is on the remote and the other is indexly pressing the button... totally turning you on.... It all feels good..... you cannot deny the pleasure as the moment intensifies to obvious signs of passion...... A dampness covers her forehead from the redness of her heated brow..... Sweat is felt in beads that trickle down.. Your legs become numb, motionless, and tingling throughout your body...... Spiking at times, you can feel a quiver of the tightness of your groin..... spiking from a sudden rush of blood flow to each and every nerve ending on your pussy and clitoris...... Involuntary spasms charged with his spark of touch. Abruptly he stops.... In the middle of... Just as this sentence was halted, your pussy is dripping from excitement and begging for his continuance...... which does not continue....... Moaning and grunting are the only sounds you can make with his gag cinched. He removes your blind as the brightness of the full moon almost steals the moment.... like a car with an irregular engine miss, a pause of no sound and then revving up again as he reengages in the theater of action. This action can be described similar to a halted train, beginning to move again..,, stroke by stroke, chug by chug, into a faster pace.... motion, motion, motions .... a systematic rhythm....... a moving machine that is finely oiled in the right places, as proven by her wetness... He has built this machine of motion from your body of submission... curved in all the right places and finely polished for car show exhibition. With the engine consistently purring, your acceleration is approaching the red line from the mastering of his steering..... driving..... for he understands the mechanics of your engine, because he built it..... Created to maximize his touch.... upon your beautiful body... Your body, as he once described as 'Evidence that God Exists'.... The entire body of this thought is expressed in your facial expressions........... peering, staring, or perhaps piercing his soul with her intended words of her blue eyes..... looking directly into his...... The most powerful communication device you currently have is your eyes as you are presently in a predicament... Your eyes are like a sword ironed to perfection and more powerful than him. Power, in a sense, to once make man move an entire fleet of 1000 boats filled with an army of men..... across a 100 mile sea...... just to fight for a woman. All in all, not because she said or he said I love you, but as Paris described, ' I can see it in her eyes'. He gives in to your inviting temptation and removes your gag....... You snap in movement of silent sound as you clutch the breath to say, 'don't stop'. 'Please, please finish' you say as you conspire in thought to devious action of tipping the tide by sucking him. 'Please let me suck your cock' you utter..... All in the grand scheme of that natural intent of bringing pleasure to him so that he will continue in bringing pleasure to you...... He drops his pants in a quick action of eagerness and embraces her neck with his hands..... Placing his semi-rigid cock into your warm moist mouth..... Your tongue had magic as you momentarily had him in.... at your control..... It is with great confidence and strength that the nature of your power does not overtake him. Your obedient spirit is so desirous of his lead as you maintain your strong position in submission. Rapidly, you begin tongue motions as he begins to arch his back and swing his hips into her mouth ..... Thrusting, intently, filling her mouth...... He begins to moan and you love it. Your breast, hanging in that sagging position begin to shake back and forth with the rhythm of your workings.... neck and tongue...... swaying..... You feel his rigid-ness transforming toward spewing hardness...... He has lost sense of reality and is in a hastened assertiveness for continuance...... Your spell of magic has placed a halt to his control indeed. A momentary power shift, he detects as you work your tongue along his glans.....onto his shaft . 'Free my arms' you ask.... as his trembling knees waiver into stiffness. In a trance, his body, heart, soul, is totally given to you. There is a sudden pause as he unties your hands, which delimits your ability to stand up erect...... Standing upright, without a gag nor blind, your once thought of escape is now.....not apparent. He gives you that opportunity and you decide to untie your ankles as your body aches for more of his touch...... as you kneel down before him..... 'Please continue' you cry with tears of delight and/or confusion.... 'Fuck me hard', fuck me please!!!!' As he begins to remount into position, he grabs your hair with a pull of delight upon entry..... Your back is arched as his cock fills your overly moistened pussy.... pleasure! He continues to pull your hair with greater intensity....... Faster, harder, deeper...... You moan as he grunts into his burning need.... needs of bearing a release of his seed.. You climax in multiple session with his prolonged, harder and deeper poundings..... The feeling of his balls slapping your clitoris with each stroke is embeded in your remembrance forever.... With a firm pull of your hair his motions subside..... A slower action is now apparent..... He is near..... With a firm grasp change... from your hair to your waist, he pounds twice more with a loudening GRUNT!!!! You immediately swing around and suck every expelling drop of his semen as he remains motionless in his reslity of an earth shattering quake. The both of you drop down for a breath as he quenches is sigh, holding firmly to your shoulders, while looking into the sky..... You both begin to chat at once and exchange real names for the first time.... and then you lean over and whisper in his ear 'fuck me again'.