Taken at night

[sthwalescpl]

Chapter 1



Disclaimer --- this is a work of fiction, based on a fantasy someone wanted written. All names are random, no person in the story is based on anyone in particular.)



I paused the recording.

So far, she had covered most of what I wanted, she had proved her identity, spoken of what the fantasy was, and that she was making the video recording as proof that she was genuine about what she wanted, and also as evidence for me to be able to prove that she was a willing participant to the other guys.

She now moved onto flesh out the actual fantasy.

I pressed play.

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Rewind three weeks.

I guess I was just in the right place at the right time..

I responded to her profile, and my profile and message must have piqued her interest, as she responded the next day.

My first inkling that this was to be something "out of the ordinary" was when she declined my offer to send her a face pic, saying she preferred not to see my face, followed by her sending me about a dozen high quality, obviously studio shot, pics of her, facial close ups, body shots and the last two in lingerie.

She was hot, and I told her so.

I again offered a face pic, saying it was only fair, but again she turned it down, asking instead for a body shot, preferably in a t-shirt or stripped to the waist.

I sent one, and so began the process of us getting to know each other.

She was very interested in talking about my time in the Army, and the security business I had set up when I left, which the sale of some years later (prompted by a small but tidy lottery win) had left me financially secure and free to freelance as a consultant for other similar companies, and private firms looking to improve their protection.

It seemed to be this freedom that we discussed mostly, and I got the feeling it was important to her for some reason.

Thus the first week passed, and then we began discussing more personal matters, bearing in mind it was a swingers site, we knew we were both on there for the same reason, or so I thought.

She curtailed a great deal of the "getting to know you" stuff early on, asking me not to give too much detail about my personal life other than what we had already discussed, and it was at this point that I told her that I was finding this very unusual.

"I have my reasons" her next message read, "And I promise I will explain them, if we find we are both on the same wavelength."

"Well, ok," I said "But surely you must want to get to know me? I certainly want to get to know you, and also, we both know there are... shall we say, dreamers, on here?"

"Lol, you mean fakes? Surely you don't think I am one?" She teased.

I knew she wasn't fake, she had two "coffee" verifications showing on her profile, "Well, no, but you must admit this isn't how things are usually done?" I said.

Her next message contained a mobile number, and the words "Ring now, withhold your number."

I dialled, I guessed she wanted to put the possibility out of my mind that she was some sort of fantasist.

"Hello Martin" she answered quickly.

Hi Louisa," I said. She was definitely female, her voice like liquid silk in my ear, an aural sensation that fitted her lingerie pics perfectly.

"Call me Lou, only my mum calls me Louisa" she laughed.

"Ok, bit unusual, asking me to withhold my number, usually ladies want as much contact detail as possible" I replied.

"Ah, well" she purred, "I think it will make perfect sense if, ... no, when, we meet".

I detected an undertone of nerves, she was hiding it well, but she was definitely nervous, and putting on a confident front. I had noticed the correction she made to the possibility of us meeting, it looked like things were going well.

"Ok, I'll trust you, I'm intrigued" I said.

"Good, I'm glad" she replied, "You are the first guy in a while to even come close to what I am looking for, so I hope we can sort something out."

"Well, how about telling me what exactly it is that you want, and then maybe we can see if I can help?" I enquired.

"Ok, but before I do that, can I ask you to do something? It's kind of a test, but it does sort of have something to do with what I want, and I promise you I'm not messing you about, but it is pretty out of the ordinary." She said.

I agreed, and her she went on to ask me something that left me open-mouthed!

 

[sthwalescpl]

Chapter 2



"I'm going to tell you roughly where I work, and you already know what I look like. I want you to find me there, watch me, and then answer some basic questions so I know you were there. Simple stuff like, what was I was wearing, the colour of my car, the name of the company I work for, you know, proof that you saw me and followed me."

I wasn't sure how to respond, and my silence prompted her to ask "Are you still there Martin?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm here, just, well.... it's definitely not the first date I was imagining!"

I know, and I'll understand if you think it's too weird, but there is a reason for it, which I promise I will explain if you do this, only catch is, you can't let me, or anyone else, notice that you are doing this, and you have to get it done by the end of the week."

I was again at a loss to formulate a coherent sentence, and she took my silence as reticence.

"Look, I just need to know if you are the kind of guy I can trust to help me with my fantasy," she went on, "And it will give me a buzz, knowing you are out there somewhere, now do you understand why I didn't want to see a picture of you?"

I regained the power of speech, it's not that I wasn't capable, but I needed a few seconds to process what I was hearing.

"Well, I guess I could do that, sure". I said.

I could almost hear her relaxing, "Good, I'm glad, it's a bit different, but it will be worth it, I'm positive".

She told me that the company she worked for was based on a small industrial estate on the edge of town, which I knew well, and, having only one entrance, it would be easier to spot her.

"I have to admit, the thought of you out there somewhere, watching me, has got me a bit damp!" She admitted.

"I'll message you Saturday, and we can chat then, ok?"

"Sure, I'll be here", I said.

"Ok, can't wait!" She said, and then with a husky "Bye Martin", she was gone.

I looked at the clock, it was getting late, and if I was to be sure of getting into a position to see her when she arrived at the industrial estate, I knew I had an early start, so I had to grab some sleep.

The next day was going to be interesting.

 

[sthwalescpl]

Chapter 3



My alarm jangled me out of bed, I hit the shower, finished making the thermos of coffee I had prepared, grabbed the sandwiches I had made the night before, and was out the door in 30 minutes.

Given that there were a couple of builders’ supplies type units on the Industrial Estate, I took my pickup, Louisa (I preferred that to Lou), wouldn’t pick it, or me, out of all the others that would be there.

I knew the layout, I’d been there lots over the years for various reasons, so I had already picked my spot, I wanted to get there early to make sure I could park up without worrying about someone else being in that position.

I needn’t have worried, the whole place was pretty deserted, and I pulled up in the car-park outside one of the smaller units in a perfect position to see the entry road, with a quick exit to pull out in either direction to follow her. I settled back and waited, and pretty soon the level of traffic into the estate started to pick up.

Louisa (I still preferred that to Lou) pulled in at 8.45, and she looked even better in the flesh than her pics had, if that was possible, and as she turned left, I pulled out and followed her, letting another car slot in between us. She headed out to the edge of the estate, eventually pulling up outside a large complex that seemed to be the transport and admin hub for an electrical retailer. I watched her as she parked up, and headed inside. I waited, I didn’t want her pulling a fast one by pretending to go in, and then doubling back to somewhere else.

I gave it until 9.15, and then headed home, I had all the info I needed, now it was just a matter of waiting until she was online again. I headed into town, I needed a few groceries.

As I queued to pay, I had an idea.

“Nice skirt and heels combo, and I hope they were stockings too” I texted.



It was evening before I logged on, I’d kept busy, I had mail to answer, emails to reply to, and some boring housework to sort, but now I could justify having some “me” time, and I was curious to see what sort of response I would get to my text. I knew it wasn’t part of what she had asked for, but I was getting the feel for what turned her on, and I was hoping it had the desired effect. A message pinged in, she knew I was online too, so I opened it up.

“That could have been a good guess, but thinking of you out there got me very horny!” She sent.

I sent her the make, model and colour of her car, and the name of the company she worked for, and she quickly sent a reply.

“Well, someone was busy!”

“Not really, I just missed some beauty sleep to make sure I could be in the right place to see you this morning” I replied.

“Well, I think I should make it up to you somehow, don’t you?” she purred, and quickly followed it by suggesting we meet up.

“Sure, I’m up for that” I replied, “Where and when?”

“Is tomorrow too soon?” she asked, “Only, I’ve got the day off and I’d really like to meet you, and I think I owe you at least lunch!” she chuckled.

“Sure, I’ve not got any firm plans, got a place in mind?” I said.

“Well, how about we meet for coffee and take it from there, say... about 11? I know a nice little place that does great coffee.” Came her answer.

“Ok, text me the location, and I’ll meet you there” I said, “we can play it by ear after that.”

“Oh, I have a thing for ears” she teased, “I like to nibble them, and whisper naughty ideas into them!”

“Hey, no fair, you might not like me, don’t go winding me up!” I admonished her good-naturedly.

“Oh, I think I will, in fact I’m sure I will,” she said, “but feel free to send me a pic if it makes you feel better.”

“Ok, I’ll send it now,” I knew which one I was going to send, I thought I looked good in it, and luckily Louisa seemed to agree.

“Mmm... nice, see, womens intuition, I knew I’d picked a good one!” She said.

We chatted some more, flirting, and then I asked “Well, how do you want me tomorrow?”

“Ooo, now, that’s a question that’s full of possibilities!” she laughed.

“No, I meant what should I wear? Are we going somewhere posh, or some greasy spoon!” I laughed.

“I think just casual, what do you normally wear around town” she said, “I’m not planning on hitting the Ritz for high tea”.

 

[sthwalescpl]

Chapter 4

She was on time, and rose to meet me from the table she had booked for lunch at a local gastro-pub. She was wearing a skirt, heels, and, when she saw me looking, winked, which I guessed meant stockings. Up close she was even more stunning than her pics indicated, and she blushed a little when I told her so.

“Ooo, you are charmer, I can see I’m going to have to watch you!” said Louisa.

I chuckled, “Well, that would make a change, seeing as I’ve already watched you”.

Her eyes sparkled, and as she leaned closer, I felt her hand slide up my thigh, “Yes, and you have no idea how hot that makes me, thinking of you watching me!”, and she smiled as her hand had the inevitable effect on me, and I felt a stirring, as did she.

“I think I also promised you I would reward you,” she continued, “so, lets order, and then see about getting you a gold star!” She laughed, again running her hand up my thigh. I loved the way her eyes sparkled, almost as much as I loved her running her hand up my thigh!

Things were off to a good start, and the chat flowed easily, basic day-to-day stuff, and she filled me in on her background, the long marriage which ended when she found out he was boning his secretary, her decision to stay single and “play the field”, and her gradual realisation that she was free to live out her own sexual fantasies.

She also asked me for lots of information, more personal stuff, which was a change.

I mentioned this, and she laughed. “Well, I didn’t want to get bogged down too much, in case we didn’t match up, but now, if you are up for it, I’m sure I want to get to know you better”, and here she reached under the table and brushed her hand over the bulge in my jeans, “A lot better!” I smiled, well, lets face it, who wouldn’t, I liked her, she liked me, and it looked like there was going to be some hot, horny, sweaty sex at some point in the future! I’d made a point of not shagging my way through the ladies in my area who were on the site, much preferring to make friends with a few and see how that panned out. I’d done better than most guys, becoming a regular guest at a few parties, getting invites to escort ladies to clubs etc, and generally keeping a low profile.

Louisa had started off by using regular dating sites, but quickly found that pretty much all the guys were after one thing, and shortly after that also realised that, although she did enjoy dating, she was actually also looking to live out her fantasies, which started off with her going to a club with one of her more adventurous male dates. She quickly realised that the sexual freedom was something she enjoyed, and thats when her ultimate fantasy was born.

By now we were onto the coffee, the meal had gone well, and we were getting very touchy-feely. “Lets pay the bill and go for a walk” she said, “I don’t think I want to be overheard discussing the next bit!” and she laughed.

Soon we were out in the sun, and strolling along hand in hand.

As the crowds thinned, our talk turned to more of a sexual nature. By now we had walked down by the river, and followed it out of town, until we found a picnic bench far enough away from anyone who might overhear us.

We chatted about our experiences, and she asked me about my visits to clubs, and especially about gang-bangs. I’d been to two, the first to see what it was all about, and the second when I got roped in to help organise it for a female friend. This seemed to be a very important point, one which we discussed at length.

“Well, sounds like I have definitely found the right guy then” she said, “I guess I better tell you what I’m looking for”.

“I started out with having more than one guy, and I liked the idea of being used by them” she said, “It got me hot, and the rougher they were the more I liked it!”

“That’s quite a common one” I replied, “Lots of ladies like to get spanked or grabbed whilst playing with a couple of guys!”

“Yes, but I found it hard to control it, sometimes things could get a little crazy”.

“Then I came up with the idea of having a guy to sort that out, one who was happy to be involved, but also someone who could sit back and control what was happening, so I could just let go and not have to worry. When I started thinking about that, I came up with a fantasy that I realised would take a lot of planning, and it’s going to need a guy who understands exactly what I want and how far to push it, but is something that gets me so horny!”

I could see she was building up to reveal what she wanted from me, so I just let her carry on.

“I think that guy is you,” she continued, “I really like you, and I think we are on the same wavelength, but I’m not sure how you are going to react when you hear it... it is a bit of a wild one!”

“Listen, I’m sure I’ve heard worse,” I said, “just go for it, I promise I won’t judge you”.

“Ok, well, it’s simple really, I want to be kidnapped by a gang of guys, and used by them for a day, before being released!”

Well, she was right, it was a wild one, but I had heard of it being done before, in fact there was a group in America that did it regularly, for ladies with this kind of fantasy, and I told her this.

“So it doesn’t freak you out then?” She asked.

“No, not at all, it’s a bit different, but not too crazy really” I replied.

“That’s good, because I would want you to be the one to control it all, make sure it went ok”.

I had guessed that she would say that, and again, it wasn’t something I was adverse to, it was flattering that she would trust me with this.

 

[sthwalescpl]

Chapter 5

"Ok," I said, "So just how far do you want to go with this?"

"Well, actually apart from some hard limits, which we can discuss, I don't want to put any ideas in your head" she said, "I want it all to be a surprise, I don't want to know when, where, how many guys, or for how long I'll be held."

I could see she was flushed, breathing a little quicker, the idea was obviously a huge turn-on, and I ran my hand gently over her knee onto her thigh.

She trembled, placing her hand on mine and moved it upward slightly.

"Mmm, listen, let's not discuss any more of that for now" she said, standing up, "I believe I said I wanted to reward you!" and her eyes sparkled.

She held out her hand, and as I stood she said "If you want to come back to mine, kiss me!"

I grabbed her, and pulled her to me, our lips meeting, and as hers parted I thrust my tongue in, searching for hers. She thrust her hips forward, moaning as my now painfully hard cock rubbed against her.

She broke away, and said "Leave your car here, we'll pick it up later, let's get back to mine".

We walked back to the pub car park, this time quickly, holding hands, jumped into her car and were soon stepping through her front door.

Not even stopping as she dumped her handbag and keys on the hall table, we headed upstairs and into her bedroom.

She turned, unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes falling to my bulging jeans "Show me!" was all she said as she slipped the garment off her shoulders.

I quickly undid my belt and jeans, and she dropped to her knees as they slid down my thighs, her hands pulling them down more quickly.

One of her hands reached for my boxers as the other deftly flicked the catch on her front-fastening bra, and in the same instant her boobs and my cock were free.

Her hand ran the length of my cock, and I groaned, as her second hand cupped my balls, gently tugging on them as her hand gripped my cock and gently tugged it back and forth. She looked up at me as she opened her mouth and gently licked the tip of my glans, before sliding it into her mouth, all the while keeping eye contact, something which made my cock twitch.

She slowly slide her mouth down it, stopping about halfway to swirl her tongue around it before pulling back, her hands alternating between my shaft and balls. Her oral pace quickened, and soon I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, so I pulled away. She pouted, and I laughed "Don't worry, plenty of time for more of that later, right now I want to eat you" I said.

She smiled, getting up off her knees and shedding her skirt and panties, as I got rid of the rest of my clothes.

I got her to lie on the bed with her bum on the edge, grabbed a pillow to kneel on and pushed her legs up, back and apart "Hold them there" I told her, before kneeling down and sticking my tongue into her exposed, smoothly shaven pussy.

She jumped slightly, as my tongue plowed between her already very moist lips, and settled on her clit. I placed a hand on each bum cheek, my thumbs near her pussy lips, and gently opened her up like a ripe peach as I set to work nibbling and licking her towards an orgasm.

I ran my tongue down her slit, tasting her juices which by now were dripping out of her, her breathing becoming more pronounced as I increased the assault on her clit with my lips, teeth and tongue.

"Oh fuck, I'm nearly there!" she exclaimed, so I took two fingers and inserted them quickly into her, searching for and finding her G Spot, rubbing gently whilst pressing firmly, and as her moaning increased I pushed her towards her orgasm.

"Fuck, oh fuck yes!" she cried, suddenly tensing, before a small spurt of her juices on my mouth indicated her orgasm as she shuddered, groaning loudly.