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Chapter 1
The park was lively that Sunday. Couples were everywhere in the late August sunshine, strolling together, talking, holding hands, cuddling, kissing, making the most of the dying embers of a summer that had never really delivered. Children laughed and played, families relaxed together. All seemed right with the world….their world. I walked amongst them, a man in his forties, unheralded, unnoticed. Nothing special, nothing to see.
I carried a bag. Inside, a book, a mobile phone. Also in the bag, some clothes. Jeans, a shirt, pumps, a bra and black lace knickers. And a purse. The purse was full. Keys, phone, money, credit cards. All there. The cards weren’t in my name.
I carried on walking, circling the park, watching the happiness, the normality. Everyone seemed to have someone. Even those who walked alone gave off an air of contentment, of having someone waiting for them. Someone who would be pleased to see them appear.
But today I too had someone waiting for me. She wasn’t far away but I was in no hurry. I knew she would be pleased to see me. Maybe even overjoyed. And I knew she would wait for me, no matter how long I took.. She would have to….unless someone else untied her first.
Chapter eryaman otele gelen escort 2
Hannah’s arm was aching badly. He could have at least tied her more comfortably! He’d chosen a place where the branches of two large trees intertwined. Close enough to the edge of the thicket that she could see out into the open area clearly. And, she assumed, where she could be seen if someone looked closely enough. Her arms were stretched out, one twisted awkwardly to reach an overhanging branch. Her legs were spread, the ropes pulling them apart to reveal her sex, brazenly. And there was someone coming. When she’d agreed to being tied up she’d thought her legs would be tied together, not to two different trees. With the sound coming closer she was painfully aware not just of her nudity, but of her vulnerability. She hated her breasts, her bum too, and now she could do nothing to cover them. She hoped it was Dean whose footsteps she could hear getting closer, She must have been here nearly an hour now. She thought that couple who had been sitting down nearby had already seen her. She could swear the woman looked at her then said something to her man. He’d looked over and laughed and after sincan escort a while they had left. Would they call the Police? Hell…someone was in the bushes with her…and it wasn’t Dean.
“Well….this is different!” An American accent.
Hannah smiled at him. It was the one part of her body she could move. “Hi”
“Are you ok?” “Um, yes thanks. Just doing a bet with my boyfriend”
“Oh, ok. Well don’t mind me, I’m just picking blackberries” He carried on walking around her, picking the odd blackberry, putting it in his mouth. Staying close to her. Hannah hoped mentioning a boyfriend had worked. Did Americans pick blackberries? Why couldn’t this one be busy taking over the world too? Where was Dean?
“Bye then, take care” At last. “Thanks, you too” But now he was gone Hannah realized how excited she felt, even while she was cursing Dean.
Chapter 3
I’d circled round where I had left Hannah a few times. If I looked closely enough I could see her dark, spread-eagled body, through the leaves. But then, I knew where to look. Twice I had seen couples come to sit nearby but they didn’t seem to have seen anything to disturb them.
It was time. I was so tempted, as I often am, to gölbaşı otele gelen escort walk away. To leave her there, helpless, and vanish from her life. But I couldn’t do it. Maybe I needed to dislike her more, but that had happened with girls in the past and I still hadn’t brought myself to abandon them. Would I manage it one day? How would I feel?
Hannah was my latest challenge. How far would she let me take her? We had already come a long way in a short time, from the day I first met her on the street… Or should I say the day that Dean first met her.
Six years earlier
For me the thrill had always been in the watching. Unobserved, but observing as much as possible. Past experiences had taught me not to hope for a lot more and my crippling shyness usually prevented me from taking things further even if there had been opportunities. The women I adored had to be worshipped from afar. It was all I was allowed and, even that, not with their permission. So glimpses, starting with the accidentally unbuttoned blouses, the skirts that rode up unintentionally, progressing to the chinks in the curtains of shop dressing rooms or lit bedrooms.
My perversions were growing, fighting the years of suppression and looking for any escape, any route no matter how deviant it might seem to the vanilla world that everyone thought I belonged in.
But this was before Dean came along. Before he appeared, as if from nowhere, and became such an integral, overpowering part of my life.
to be continued.
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