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 ï>¿The Sex Survey bystorm_usmcÂ(C)

   (Thomas)

   "Wow," I said.  "Who the hell is that?"

   My best friend Dean looked up and followed my eyes to where I was
looking.

   "Oh her, that's Sgt Alanza, she's hot as fuck, she's actually been in
the battalion longer than you.  Works in admin."

   "Damn, how'd I miss her?"

   "She was on deployment when you got here and got back right after you
left on your deployment."

   I nodded, our deployments were for a year each so we could technically
have been in the same battalion for two years without actually ever having
seen each other.  On top of that our battalion numbered more than 1,200
Marines in multiple companies so it was easy for a person not to know at
least half the people serving.

   Still, it was hard to imagine this girl not being known by everyone.  We
were on a grassed area next to one of the main gyms on base.  It was
roughly the size of three football fields.  Our battalion was about to do
an annual Olympics games style physical training session.  There was more
than 500 people here from the battalion, all fit Marines with their
customary swagger but even so this girl stood out.  She reminded me of
Vanessa Hudgens but better, she was a hand width shy of six feet tall with
a ponytail of long black hair that went to the middle of her back, she had
a balanced swimmer's physique with obvious muscle tone.  She was wearing
tight pink spandex booty shorts and a black sport bra encasing C size
boobs, she had athletic shoes and knee-high socks with unicorns on them. 
Her eyes were large, liquid blue, and exotically slanted, giving her a
natural sultry look, and her skin was darkly tanned with lighter tan lines
peeking out from her outfit.

   I watched her from a distance the rest of the day but through bad luck
never had an opportunity to go talk to her.  I recognized a friend from her
group though so I made a mental note to talk to her and find out more
information.

   *****

   My professor had a boring voice, which really sucked because I found the
subject interesting but he delivered the content in such a monotone steady
voice that it was hard to concentrate.  As usual I was reading different
chapters from the textbook while he was talking.

   One page caught my eye, like and commonality.  "The results of the
meta-analysis indicated that both actual similarity and perceived
similarity had a large effect on attraction overall.  In other words, when
participants in research studies had actual things in common with partners
and were more similar to them, they found that partner more attractive. 
Also, when participants simply thought that a partner was similar to them,
even when they were wrong, they found that partner more attractive too."

   Inspiration struck me, I needed information.  I needed to find out what
I had in common with Sgt Alanza.  The question was, how?

   My bachelor degree was business with a minor in marketing.  I took
psychology as an elective because I liked it and I wanted to specialize in
understanding people to better help business.  I figured by combining a
little mind analysis into everything I could get ahead of the game.  I'd
recently created a survey for customers of a business, the first step in
figuring out what the customer wanted.  A lot of businesses offered the
same type of gimmick, if you look on the back of most fast food receipts,
you'd find a coupon survey that gave you free food or whatever for giving
them info.  That's what I needed to do, I had to form a survey and get
Alanza to take it.  I needed to know what her interests were, that way I
could figure out how to talk to her.

   How would I get her to take the survey though?  I needed somebody else
to help, then I an idea.  Alanza has been at the games with a woman I
already knew.  I could use a web service to host a survey, offering a gift
card for completing it.  If I could get our mutual friend to complete it,
she might be willing to recommend it to Alanza.

   Perfect!  Now I needed to create a survey.

   I spent the next few days creating a comprehensive questionnaire, I
included everything, hobbies, goals, sexual desires, career paths, etc.  I
showed it to a fellow grad student and had him help me edit the questions,
I told him it was for my thesis.  Even as I said that I realized I wasn't
lying, this project would be ideal for my thesis.  No matter what happened,
success or failure, I'd at least have a good school project to run.

   It took two weeks before I was ready to act, now to start playing some
Jedi mind tricks.  I contacted my friend and casually asked her for a
favor. We met at lunch and I told her I'd give her $25 restaurant gift card
to complete a survey I'd created for school, she laughed when I told her
about it but agreed.  I figured somebody like Alanza would stand out since
they were both sergeants in the same section, I asked her if she knew
anybody else that might be interested and she mentioned a fellow female
sergeant that she worked with.  I made sure to tell her about the gift
card, I'd created a setting that allowed me to send her the gift card only
after my survey was complete.

   "It'd be really great if you could get her to take the survey too."

   "Do you need to meet her?"

   Casually I said, "Naw, just get her to fill it out, I don't need to know
who it is."

   A day later I had my friend's survey, I decided not to read it, but I
did save the information to my computer just in case.  Now all I had to do
was wait.

   Another day passed and I checked my inbox, I had an email from my survey
service.  I saw that the email was from alanza_usmc.

   Perfect, she'd filled out the survey.

   It was hard to contain my excitement, I felt like a teenager that had
just gotten his girlfriend topless for the first time.  I opened up the
survey and read her answers to the questions provided.

   Wow!

   I was in love.  I really needed to go through all the questions but at a
quick glance this was the girl of my dreams.  On key things she was perfect
for me.  She was into sports, she was athletic, she liked to hike and ride
motorcycles.  I'd answered my own survey and then charted everything, we
had multiple crossings of the same interests.  In so many ways we were
close, but the real goldmine of information was her sexual interests.
Question: Are you an exhibitionist?

   Answers started from, "I'm a nun," to "They're lucky I wear clothes to
work." She'd picked the latter.  Underneath that were specific
exhibitionist behaviour's, her answers made my jaw drop.

   Skinny dipping by self: All the time.

   Skinny dipping with others: Not sure why I even own a bikini.

   Willing to go to topless or nude beach: See above.

   Wear thong bikini: That's all I own.  Seriously, I refuse to have any
other tan lines on my ass!

   Strip poker: Is there another kind of poker?  Been there, done it, will
do it again.

   Nude pictures: Playboy should pay me I've taken so many.

   Nude selfies: My exes could publish an illustrated karma sutra book,
EACH!

   Other exhibitionist behaviour: I like to wear flowing skirts on windy
days and consequences be damned.  Also, bra's suck!

   It got better as I continued to read, in the sexual activities portion I
made up she really let loose.
Threesome: Done with another girl, really want to have two guys!

   Lesbian sex, give or receive: Both.
Bondage: Love it.

   Ways you like to be tied: Spread eagle, hogtied, chair tied, in a car,
in public, with multiple people.
Gagged: Ballgagged is sexy.
Blindfolded: On occasion.

   Favorite sexual positions: Doggy style.

   I'd put forth multiple pages of questions that she'd answered, but the
most important ones were the last ones.

   Based on compatibility would you be interested in contact regarding this
survey: Yes.

   Would you be willing to be interviewed: Yes.

   I blew out a long sigh and leaned back in my chair as I read the final
questions.

   I had to take my time to try and figure out the best way to approach
her. I had the information I wanted, now to determine how to use it.  In
the end I decided that I needed to have an in-depth conversation.  That
afternoon I went out and bought a prepaid cell phone.  I wrote an email and
told her if she was interested in further contact about the study to text
her name to the number I gave her.

   I put the cell phone next to my bed and tried to forget about it; she
would either text me or not.  Thinking about it would only drive me nuts. I
went to the gym and then had dinner.  After that I went back to my room and
stripped to take a shower.  As I was rinsing, I heard the ding of a text
message.  Since my personal cell phone was always on vibrate, I knew it had
to be her.  My heart beat a mile a minute as I finished showering and dried
off.  I tried to stay calm as I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked
toward my nightstand.

   The moment of truth.  I picked up the phone and saw a one-word text,
Alanza.  She did it, she actually responded.  Now was the most critical
part.

   Me: Hello, this is the coordinator of the study, are you still
interested in an interview?

   Seconds later I got a response.
Alanza: Very, it sounds like a lot of fun.

   Me: There are a few rules.  We can do this at any place of your choosing
but you will be blindfolded, I don't want you to be biased by the
interviewer.

   I wanted to talk to her in a truthful situation and gauge her responses
compared to my own and go from there.  It was a haphazard approach but I
figured even if this ended in catastrophe I could learn from it or it'll
make a hilarious bar story.
Alanza: No problem, anything else?
Me: It will be video recorded.
Alanza: I figured.  I don't have to be naked or anything do I?

   What the fuck?  Did she just ask that?  What the hell would make her
think she wouldn't wear clothes?  I thought furiously about anything I may
have said in our email or otherwise to have her ask that.  Other than the
whole sex survey itself, I couldn't think why.  Was I putting out a creepy
vibe?  I'd have to watch out for that.
Me: No, you can wear whatever makes you comfortable.

   In seconds she responded.
Alanza: Perfect, any other restrictions?
Me: Nope.
Alanza: Sounds like a blast.  When do we do this?

   We spent a few more text confirming the logistics of when and where. 
She decided that her own apartment would be more comfortable to her and she
had a free night on Thursday, two nights from now.  I agreed to meet her at
her place at seven p.m.

   *****

   This is crazy.

   This is crazy.

   This is crazy.

   I kept repeating to myself as I walked to her door.  I had a small
tripod for my cellphone in one hand and a large purple bag used for bottles
of Crown Royal.  I stood in front of her door and swallowed.  Without
further hesitation I rang the bell.  I knew if I waited, I'd probably call
the whole thing off.

   "Come in."

   I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding and opened the
door.  I peeked inside as I was entering and saw her standing in the middle
of her living room with her back to me like I'd requested.

   Her apartment was small and tasteful, in a modern style.  A charcoal
colored couch sat in front of a black glass TV stand with a wide screen
television on it.  A small counter made of dark wood separated the living
room and kitchen dining room.  A speaker and an iPhone sat on top with
black and chrome appliances in a line next to it.

   Eyes closed, Alanza stood straight with her hands to her sides as I
entered.  A light from the side highlighted her glossy hair flowing free
around her shoulders.  Neither of us spoke for a minute as I studied her
and the apartment.  In silence I looked at her, I noticed her hands were
clenched.  As if sensing my scrutiny, she shifted and put a hand on her hip
drawing my attention to the long-sleeve turtleneck grey knit dress she wore
that barely came to mid-thigh with a pair of thigh high black suede boots
with three-inch heels.  She was elegant, sexy, and would drop jaws in
public, and I could tell from her smile she knew I was checking her out and
the effect her outfit had on me.

   "Well," I said.

   "Well," she replied.

   "Here we are."

   "Yes, here we are," her voice high, her body tense as she stood there.

   "I admit I'm a little nervous," I said.

   She gave a small bark of laughter, "You're nervous?  How do you think I
feel?"

   I laughed, "True."

   At those statements the tension eased out of the room as she visibly
relaxed.

   "Why don't you blindfold me and we'll talk."

   "Then we'll see how it goes from there?" I responded.

   "Exactly.  It's not like you're asking me to be naked or anything."

   There was that comment again, strange.

   I walked behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, she put her hand
on mine.  I held it there for a while so we could get accustomed to one
another, she seemed to understand this and didn't move.  Finally, I took a
black silk sash out of my bag and wrapped it around her head twice then
tied off the ends.  I waved my hand in front of her.

   "Can you see anything?"

   "Nothing," she whispered, turning her head back and forth for a few
seconds.

   "I really can't see anything," she said with growing awe, her voice
betraying her excitement.  "Not going to lie, I was a little scared about
this.  I mean who knew what could happen, but I figured it was just an
interview, it's not like I was going to be naked or anything."

   She reached out a hand and waved it around until she contacted my body,
she stretched her fingers in exploration for a second, then rested her hand
on my chest.

   She swallowed, opened her mouth, then closed it, I waited a few seconds
until she could find the right words.

   I glanced around looking for a chair but when I asked her which one to
get from the kitchen she said, "Go down the hallway to the bedroom, you'll
find a chair in the corner."

   I did what she said and came back a minute later with a dark wood
Victorian style walnut chair with deep blue padding on the seat and back.

   "Wow, impressive chair, it's very sturdy."

   "You've read my survey, I like bondage.  That's what I bought this chair
for.  It was the last of a set so I got it super cheap.  I've only let a
few people know what I got it for, most people just think it's a cool chair
I use in my bedroom."

   The chair was heavy and all hand-carved with solid armrests and a high
back with crossbeams between the legs.  I placed it in the center of the
room and guided her to it.

   I stepped back and set up my tripod, I was using my phone as the camera
since the ones nowadays were almost as good as professional.  After making
sure everything was good, I sat on her couch.

   "I do have a requirement for this interview," she said.

   "And that is?"

   "I will answer all your questions truthfully, but I get to ask questions
too, and you have to be completely truthful.  If I ever think you're lying
to me the whole thing is over."

   I mulled it over for a few seconds, "I suppose that's fair.  What are
you going to ask me?"

   "Not really sure, I'll figure it out as we talk."

   "Well then, it looks like we have a deal."

   I grabbed another chair from the kitchen and put it next to the tripod.
I made sure she was in focus and all of her was on screen then I hit record
on my phone.

   "State your name."

   "Ariana Alanza."

   We spent some time getting standard biographical data, she asked me
questions about myself but didn't ask my name, just what I did, (Marine
Sergeant, like herself), what I was in school for, (bachelor in business,
minor in psychology) my age, (24, she was two months older).  Favorite
Disney move, Beauty and the Beast.  That one was random but halfway through
the first questions she'd asked me mine and refused to go farther until I
answered.  I'd told her Beauty and the Beast and she'd screamed and said
hers was the same.  I told her I loved Aladdin too and she admitted she did
too.  Apparently, I'd passed a test because she told me if I'd answered
wrong, she would have kicked me out of her place.  She loved Disney and I
told her I was a Star Wars geek.  Finally, I got to the heart of the
interview.

   "You stated you're an exhibitionist, tell me about that."

   "I noticed in high school that I liked to tease and show off.  I've
always had a hard time with jealous boyfriends because I wear short skirts
and sheer blouses."

   Continuing, "One of my favorite things to do when I'm bored is to wear a
short tennis style skirt on windy days and then go out.  I like to go to
the park and just walk around.  I've had my skirt fly up on so many
occasions I can't even count.  I always wear a thong underneath and I make
sure it's a different color than my skirt so that it stands out, then it's
obvious whoever saw me saw my panties."

   As she talked, she uncrossed and crossed her legs, I caught a flash of a
pink satin panty with black lace.  For the briefest of seconds, it seemed
like she paused during the move, was she trying to flash me?  It would seem
to be impossible for her not to know I'd caught a glimpse right then.

   "Does that happen a lot?"

   "Yes, I always look around after I feel my skirt fly up, my eyes go wide
and I pretend that I can't believe it just happened.  I pretend I'm
checking to make sure nobody saw, but in reality, I'm checking to see who
actually saw."

   Continuing, "It's easy to spot them, their eyes are glued to my ass,
even if they're with their girlfriends or whatever.  I pretend to be
embarrassed and walk the other way."

   "Any of them ever talk to you?"

   "A few, I've done it so much that a few of the braver ones have talked
to me.  I shared my number with a couple and I dated one a few times."

   "How'd that go?"

   "Terrible, he was the insanely jealous type.  By the third date he was
already telling me what to wear and stuff, wanted me dressed like a nun."

   "Idiot."

   "Exactly," she said.  "My turn, so what started this survey?"

   "My professor was droning on about commonality and like and I had an
idea.  At first it was just a stupid random thought.  I imagined what it'd
be like to interview a date beforehand.  How much easier would it be if you
didn't waste time with people you wouldn't be compatible with?"

   "You aren't kidding there."

   "Right," I agreed.  "So I decided to do a study on commonality and then
to see if I could match people based on their answers."

   "Ahh, so how many people have agreed to interview?"

   "Only you so far, but I just started."

   Technically this was not a lie.

   "Have you found a match for me?"

   "There is one person who you match more than 90% so far."

   "Really?  Sounds like I'd like to meet him."

   Laughing, "He's interviewing you now."

   Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she sat in stunned silence,
"Wait, seriously?"

   "I'm as surprised as you, who knew there would be somebody so compatible
with me?"

   The next two hours flew by as we talked about everything, she repeated
all the information on her survey confirming her likes and dislikes, for
most of her questions she asked me about my turn-ons.

   "Do any of your friends know about this side of your personality?" I
asked.  "Do they know you're doing this interview?"

   "One girlfriend knows everything, and a few guy friends have commented
that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist but I just laugh about it.  They know I
don't mind being around them in my underwear or less but they don't know
how much it turns me on."

   "What did your girlfriend think about this interview?"

   "She thought it was weird at first but I told her, "It's not like I have
to be naked for it." and I knew I could leave when I wanted to.  After she
read my answers, she admitted it was interesting and she understands why
you'd want to interview me.  She wants to hear all about it afterward."

   Once again as she talked, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, this time
I was sure she paused slightly while moving.  Deciding to test her I asked,
"Next question, do you want to take off your clothes?"

   Even with the blindfold I could see the shock on her face, she was
momentarily speechless.  Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she
was finally able to speak.

   "Uhmmm, wha...  wait, what?"

   "You heard me.  It's a simple question really, do you want to take off
your clothes?" I asked.  "I told you this was a psychology study, and while
I'm not the best in the world I do pay more attention than most.  You're a
self-admitted exhibitionist.  You like to take and send nudes and flash
your panties to strangers.  You've mentioned being naked for this interview
three times, and you've flashed me your panties multiple times during the
interview."

   "I...  I didn't..."

   "Didn't what?  Flash me?  Talk about being naked?  Why are you blushing?
Is that excitement or embarrassment?  Please tell me that I'm wrong, please
tell me I've completely misread you."

   She opened and closed her mouth in astonishment and stared forward for a
while.  I stayed quiet while she processed everything I said.

   "Will it be recorded?"

   "Do you want it to be?"

   She nodded yes, "I'd like to see it.  I want a copy for myself."

   "Easy enough."

   She stood up, "I have an idea," she whispered.

   "I'm listening."

   "I want you to strip."

   She held her breath as she waited for my answer.

   "Excuse me?"

   Again she swallowed, moving forward she held out her hand until she
touched my chest, "I'm not backing out, I just think I should get to touch
you first.  I want to know what you look like."

   "So to speak," I said.

   She laughed, another soft seductive sound, her fingers strayed across my
chest, I could feel their heat through my shirt.

   "Yes, so to speak."

   I nodded yes then realized she couldn't see the motion, "I agree."

   I set down my stuff and lifted my black Metallica t-shirt over my head.
She kept her hand on my chest as I tossed the shirt on her couch.

   "Wait," she said.  "Let me do the rest."

   I didn't reply but stayed perfectly still, seconds later she reached her
other hand over to me and trailed her fingers along my chest.  I could
smell fresh soap and vanilla scent from her, her hair looked beautiful as
it moved free around her body.  Her fingernails were about a half inch out
and perfectly manicured with dark blue nail polish.

   After exploring my chest, she slowly walked around me, using the tips of
her fingers and nails to trace patterns around my upper body, while stray
strands of her hair caressed my skin.

   "Nice...  muscular but not overboard...  smooth, no hair..."

   She traced my arms upward to my neck, then up to my face.

   "What color are your eyes?" she asked.

   "Brown," I lied.  I actually had emerald green eyes, but they were
unusual enough that she might know who I was or at least suspect and I
wanted to keep her from accidentally guessing.

   "Clean shaven...  "

   A finger crossed my lips.

   "Soft..."

   I parted my lips and let the tip of my tongue touch her finger.  She
gave a sharp intake of breath and paused, after I didn't move she continued
caressing my face and ran her fingers through my hair.

   "Military haircut...  good strong features...  what color is your hair?"

   "Black," I whispered, letting out a low growl when her fingers ran over
my scalp and through my hair.  This part was true, it was doubtful she'd
know who I was from that information.

   "Mmmmm, he likes that...  good boy..."

   She kept running her fingers through my hair for another minute.

   "Clean smelling...  slight hint of cologne...  citrusy...  I like it..."

   She left my head and traced down to my jeans, her hands went around my
waist feeling my pants.

   "T-shirt and blue jeans...  simple..."

   She unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs dropping to her knees
as she did.  Her hands traced everywhere and I could see she wasn't wearing
a bra because her nipples were pressing against the dress betraying her own
excitement.

   "Nice legs...  strong thighs...  very sexy..."

   She ran her fingers along the waistband of my underwear, even
momentarily cupping my shaft.

   "Hmmm, briefs, not boxers, but not normal whiteys, good package..."

   "They're black," I said.

   "Mmm-hmm, sexy, good choice..."

   She shifted and stroked my dick up and down a few times through my
underwear.

   "Good size..."

   Without warning, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged my
briefs down to my knees.  My cock sprang free rock hard and inches from her
lips.  She caressed it a few times again and then ran her fingers around me
again.

   "Very nice...  'scaped, with just a little fuzz...  I like that..."

   She trailed her fingers to my sides then grabbed my hips and turned me
around, I awkwardly turned with my pants around my calves.

   "Nice ass...  firm..."

   She patted me and then gave me a tight squeeze with both hands.

   "Bitable..."

   Was all I heard before I felt a sharp nip on my backside.  I flexed and
hissed as she laughed at my reaction.

   "I'm going to say you like that."

   She reached around to my front and felt my cock again, somehow it had
gotten even harder.

   "Yep, that's a definite trigger, good to know," she said.

   Grabbing my hips, she turned me back around before pulling up my clothes
and working to fit me back in place.

   "I'll let you get the buttons," she said while standing.

   I nodded and fumbled with my pants before I realized I'd made the
mistake of nodding again.

   "Yeah," was all I managed to whisper.  I was as worked up as I'd ever
been.  I let out a long breath and regained my composure.

   Quick to tease me she asked, "Having problems?"

   Clearing my throat, "My pants are a little tight right now."

   She'd regained her confidence with that little show she'd put on and now
she seemed to feel more in control.  I'd have to remember that.

   "Is it your turn now?" she asked.

   "I guess it is."

   Standing up straight, she said, "I'm ready when you are."

   I reached out to finger her dress, I was determined that two could play
the game she'd started.  I traced a finger to her nipple and grazed it. 
Given how rock hard it was and pressing out we both knew it was an
indicator of her own arousal.  She'd was breathing heavily through her nose
and froze as I grabbed the bottom of her dress and raised it up, she lifted
her arms as I brought it above her head and off letting it fall to the
ground.  Goosebumps formed on her tanned skin and she let out a sigh.  Her
tits had perfect small triangles of lighter skin showing that she liked to
tan.

   I paused to let her get adjusted to her feelings.

   "You okay?"

   She nodded her head.

   "You ready to continue?"

   She swallowed and nodded again.

   I stepped back to admire her body.  She looked stunning wearing only
thigh high boots and black and pink lace satin panties.

   I dropped to my knees and she let out a small whimper as I hooked my
fingers into her underwear.

   "You okay," I asked.

   She nodded, and with a small snort said, "Just had a crazy thought is
all."

   "Anything you want to share?"

   "Just what my friend is going to say when I tell her about this."

   "That should be interesting."

   "Tell me about it."

   I slid the fabric over her hips, and she sucked in her breath as my
fingers touched her skin.

   Trying to lighten the mood, "Did I mention I have a thing for thigh high
boots?"

   "Most men do, do you want me to leave them on?"

   "Is that professional to ask that?"

   She chuckled, "Not sure how professional we're being right now anyway."

   "Point."

   When I pulled them past her mound, she reached a hand out and placed it
on my head slowly curling her fingers through my hair.  I finished taking
her panties to her ankles but held them there as I studied her.  Her pussy
was shaved with tight lips; a slight wetness betrayed her excitement. 
Finally, I gave them a tug indicating she could step out of them.

   I took her hips and guided her around like she'd done to me and saw her
back had a thong tan line.  Like her front, her back was darkly tanned but
she had a white stripe across her ass proving that she really did only wear
thong bikinis.  Interestingly, her bottom tan was more sharply defined than
her tits, making me suspect she tanned topless at least half the time.

   When I stood up, she asked, "Is that all?"

   I could hear the expectation in her voice, I could easily see the whole
scenario was turning her on.  With my hands on her hips her breathing was
noticeably harder.

   I had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke her pussy, the soft
skin and glistening wetness was almost irresistible.  She fidgeted a few
seconds making me look up into her face to see her biting her lip with an
uncertain look on her face.

   "I'm getting a little self-conscious here.  You haven't said a word the
whole time you undressed me.  A girl could begin to think you weren't
impressed."

   With a start I realized she was right.  The whole scene with me she had
let me know her thoughts and complimented me, it had lifted my self-esteem.
I hadn't considered she might want the same type of ego boost.

   "My apologies, it is unforgivable to allow you to think for a second
that you're anything less than perfect."

   I reached out a finger and casually stroked her sex, up one side of her
lips and down the other, the soft skin was perfectly smooth, she waxed, not
shaved.

   "You are a work of art, I love the softness and smoothness of your skin,
your lips are sexy and inviting."

   I moved my fingers to trace the muscles of her thighs and calves.

   "The muscles in your legs are perfect, the firmness and definition are
sexy."

   Stepping behind her I trailed my fingers across her ass, she shuddered
as I put both hands on her thighs and dropped them first down then up her
legs.  I cupped her butt and gave it a gentle squeeze.

   "It's obvious you work out and your body is amazing."

   Moving back to the front I let my fingers cross her back, sides, then
belly; she tilted her chin up as I used both hands to brush then lift her
heavy boobs.  I'd been mistaken in my first impression, I thought they were
C sized, but feeling and seeing them they were grapefruit sized and
definitely in the D category.  She opened her mouth seeming about to say
something then closed it again as I cupped them, feeling their weight and
tight firmness.  I used my thumbs to caress her nipples, then drew my hand
back and gave each one a gentle pinch.

   "Your tits are awesome, I love how responsive they are, they're hard as
diamonds right now.  Does that mean you're enjoying this?"

   She was flushed and flustered as she answered, "Trust me, you'd know if
I wasn't enjoying this."

   I laughed at her good nature, "Yes, I suppose I would."

   "And as much as I enjoy giving you a working commentary on your body, I
suppose we should get to business," I said.

   We each took a seat again and I asked, "Favorite sexual fantasy?"

   "Threesome with bondage, but I want a devil's threesome."

   "That's two guys, right?"

   "Yep, I want two guys to have their way with me, I want to be tied up
and let them do whatever they want to me."

   "What else do you like?"

   "Well I told you I love bondage, it's so sexy when a man ties you up in
your panties.  I like to struggle as he overpowers me.  I really get
excited by the idea of two men overpowering me, holding me down and tying
me up."

   "Any particular way you like being tied?"

   "They're all fun, as long as I'm helpless.  Being hogtied is a real
turn-on or spread-eagle."

   "You mentioned being gagged, do you find that exciting?"

   "Very, just like being tied but even more so.  If I'm tied I can still
talk, yell at the person, scream, but if I have a ballgag or my panties
shoved in my mouth I'm truly helpless.  There really is nothing I can do."

   "Seems like you have a little fifty shades of gray in you."

   "Oh my god, those movies annoy the shit out of me."

   "Why?"

   "The girl in it is so stupid.  I'd love to find a guy that tied me up
like that, especially that third movie where she's tied standing.  It'd be
awesome to be tied like that."

   "Sounds like you need to find a kinky billionaire."

   "God save me, he was just as annoying in those movies.  Look, I like a
good spanking when I'm tied, I don't even mind my ass red and a little
rough, but I don't want him to thrive on my pain.  Plus, that dude was too
jealous, when she was topless on a beach and he got mad, that was just
stupid.  The bondage in the movies was hot, but the attitudes about them
were just ridiculous."

   "I agree with both those statements.  What is it about bondage that you
like?" I asked.

   "If it's done right, it can be sexy as hell.  It should go one of two
ways, either it's all about me, or it's all about him.  I'm good with
either as long as I'm not always ignored."

   Continuing, "If a guy ties me up, gags me, then uses me for his own
pleasure, that can be hot.  If he wants to keep me tied and use me like a
little fucktoy, use my mouth anyway he wants, I'm good with that, but the
flipside is occasionally when I'm tied it needs to be about me."

   "Go on."

   "I need to be tied up and then he spends all his time, uses all his
focus on me, goes down on me, makes me cum.  Hell, get creative, use a
feather and tickle me till I'm begging to suck your dick to make you stop,
talk dirty, make me talk dirty, tell me you won't stop until I talk dirty
to you.  That's what I want.  Use ice cubes to make me scream, then gag me
and use them again.  Gag me and make me glare at you with hate as you spank
my ass bright red, then fuck me until I cum multiple times.  Take pictures
of me and tell me how you're going to show your friends unless you can cum
on my tits.  Then show them to your best friend anyway, and tell him to let
me know so I blush bright red when I see him."

   "Dear god that's so hot," I said.

   "Really, it doesn't bother you?"

   "I love tying a girl up and I've even had a few enjoy it but never met
somebody so obviously into it.  It's taking every ounce of will to not...
never mind."

   "Not what?" she asked.  "You want to tie me up right now, don't you?"

   "I didn't say that."

   She was grinning like mad so I knew she was teasing me but my dick got
harder at the thought of tying her up.  I had been about to say it but I
really was trying not to be creepy.  It was just so hard not to push the
lines because she was so easy to talk to.  I'd never met somebody that was
so compatible with me or as easy to get along with.  I was positive she
felt it too but I had to keep reminding myself not to fuck this up by going
too fast.

   "Let's do it," she whispered.

   And all thoughts of moving too fast flew out the window along with any
self-control I had.

   "You mean tie you up?" I asked.

   "Fuck no, what kind of pervert are you?  Who the fuck do you think you
are?" she said severely.

   My heart hammered, "Oh shit, I'm so sorry," I stammered.  "I just wasn't
sure what you were talking about and I..."

   "Gotcha."

   "I...  uh what?"

   Laughing she said, "Of course I meant tie me up, god I wish I could have
seen your face."

   My heart was still pounding a beat but I shook my head and sighed in
relief, "I'll admit, you got me on that one.  Jesus I really thought you
were pissed."

   She slowed to a small chuckle, "Priceless."

   "For the record, that kind of shit would get your ass spanked bright
red."

   She grinned at me, "Maybe next time sexy."

   We stared at each other for a minute as we sensed something happening.

   Clearing her throat, "If you go into my bedroom nightstand, you'll find
some rope in the drawer."

   Standing, I went to check it out, coming back out a minute later holding
soft red cotton rope I tossed the bundle to the ground at her feet.

   "You sure about this?"

   "Impress me," she said.  Lifting her chin, her chest rising and falling,
she murmured, "If you're rope game is weak, I'll know you're full of it
about everything else."

   "Challenge accepted."

   I bent over and grabbed the rope.

   She had her hands on the armrest but I wanted different, I moved one
hand to the side of the chair by her hip, leaving her arm straight down,
then wrapped the rope around her wrist a few times and then around the wood
back support beam and tied it off.  I repeated it with her other hand, then
I took a longer piece and wound it through her arm and over the shoulder
like a backpack strap, behind the chair and over and under her other arm
the same way; making a figure eight with the rope looping her in front and
the chair behind.  This forced her to sit up straight as I tightened and
tied the knot behind her.  She tested her bonds as each new tie made her
more helpless.  Moving to the front I pushed her legs to the sides of the
chair and then tied each ankle to the legs the same way I tied her hands,
with multiple loops around the ankles then more around the wood.  This let
the bondage be firm but not damaging or hurtful.  To finish I looped sashes
around her knees and pulled them tight against the support beam of the
armrest keeping her legs spread and sex on display.  When I finished, I
stood back and watched her test everything.

   She gave sigh of deep satisfaction as her chest rose up and down and her
head lolled while she tried to move each limb and couldn't.

   After a minute, "Wow, I'm very impressed, most men can't do bondage that
well and it's annoying.  It's either too hard, too soft, or they just don't
know what they're doing."

   Continuing, she swallowed then flexed her hips, "This is perfect, do you
even know how much of a turn-on this is?"

   "I'm getting an idea from your behavior," I whispered, I reached a thumb
out to stroke her lips and her tongue gave me the smallest lick.

   The next few minutes she stayed quiet as I watched her test her bonds,
biting her lip, twisting her hips and chest.  Tugging against her hands and
feet.

   "You okay?"

   "You have no clue how badly I want to be touched.  I really don't think
I've ever been this aroused."

   "That's almost criminal."

   "Tell me about it," she said.

   We both sat for another minute as the implications of what we just did
sunk in.

   "Are we going to continue?" I asked.

   She swallowed and nodded.

   "You said you like to skinny dip, tell me about it."

   "I love skinny dipping with friends, I've done it with boyfriends but I
prefer to do it with regular friends.  There's something exciting about
being naked in front of people that don't usually see you naked."

   "What's the craziest time you've been naked in front of friends?"

   "Besides now?"

   I laughed, "Yes, besides now."

   "This one time I went hiking with three male Marine friends, we walked
all morning and then stopped at a lake for lunch.  It took them by surprise
when I went swimming.  I stripped next to them like nothing was out of the
ordinary and then went into the water."

   "Wow, that's crazy, I'll bet they loved it."

   Laughing, "Yeah, you should have seen the look on their faces when I
took off my clothes.  I'd been planning it all morning."

   "Really?"

   "They told me the route we were going on went by the lake and
semi-secluded back trails."

   "Were you worried other people would see?"

   "Worried?  I was hoping."

   "So how'd it happen?"

   "We stopped for a lunch break around noon, there was a picnic table.  We
all had brought small packs with lunch stuff, one of the guys made an
off-hand comment that we should have brought swim suits.  We were hot and
sweating and the water looked so cool.  As soon as he said it they all
grinned, I figured somebody would make some comment about going swimming
anyway so I just hopped up from my seat and took off my shoes and socks. 
I'm sure they thought I'd just go wading or something at first, but then I
hiked my sport bra off and pulled my shorts and panties off in the next few
seconds.  I looked over at them and you should've seen the looks on their
faces, priceless."

   "I'll bet."

   "Anyway, right after I got in the water then they stripped and
followed."

   "Did they try anything?"

   "No, I think they were all embarrassed to try something in front of each
other."

   "Probably."

   "They did get some pics though."

   "You let them?"

   "When I got out of the water, I cleared the picnic table and laid out to
dry.  I put my sunglasses on and let the sun warm me up.  I closed my eyes
but when they got out I could hear them moving around, I peeked and one was
taking pictures of me with his cell."

   "You didn't say anything?"

   Laughing, "I asked if he wanted me to turn over."

   "He said please, so I flipped over and went back to resting.  After
about thirty minutes, I got up and dressed, then we hiked back home.  I was
a little annoyed, if I'd waited another ten minutes two more guys would've
passed by us."

   Laughing, "So you would've wanted the strangers to see you?"

   "It would've been hot."

   "Nothing else ever happened?"

   "About a month later one asked me out and we went on a date but we just
kissed and never went out again.  Throughout dinner we realized we didn't
have anything in common, there were no sparks.  He's still a friend though
and we occasionally hang or whatever."

   "Wow, you are something else."

   "Look, I like making love as much as the next girl.  I don't want kinky
sex every day, maybe not even every week, but I do want it.  Most of the
time it's slow lovemaking and caresses and tender touches, but there has to
be some wild, grab my hair and fuck me now and again.  Nothing is worse
than a boring lover."

   "I agree."

   "You don't think it's too much?"

   "Nope, not even a little.  Anything else?"

   "I love sexy tan lines, I make sure I have dark tan even during the
winter, I make sure my tits have perfect white triangles and my ass has a
g-string tan line."

   "Why is that?"

   "I love bending over while wearing pants and letting guys see my panty
peeking out but the tan line always gets their attention.  I've had
multiple guys comment on it.  I'll wear shorts during spring and summer and
if they see my tan they always ask about it."

   "Is that all you wear?  What about places that don't allow it?" I asked.

   "If I go to a water park or something with kids I wear a Brazilian
style, not quite a thong, not quite a full bikini, but if I go to beach or
anything and kids aren't a factor, yes, all I wear is a g-string or thong.
I don't care, I've gone to company beach parties in a thong."

   "Nobody has ever said anything to you?"

   "Oh, they say all kinds of things," she laughed.  "But if you mean has
anybody told me to stop or put on something else, once a commander said he
didn't think it was appropriate but I pointed out it's bull.  We had guys
wearing briefs and that was okay but me in a thong was wrong, no way am I
agreeing with that.  I threw enough of a fit that he let it drop."

   "Sign of the times."

   "Exactly, I should be able to dress however I want.  If you can't handle
it, that's your problem, not mine."

   "For the record, I'm falling in love.  Tell me something else."

   She laughed, "I like to surprise my man with dirty talk."

   "Explain."

   "I do cuss, I drop f-bombs and other things when I'm mad, but I only use
certain words when I'm talking dirty.  I don't like being crude in public
but I do like teasing my man.  I'd like to be at his or my family's house
for holiday dinner and as they're watching television I want to whisper
into his ear that I want to fuck him."

   "Wow."

   "Stuff like that, I want to be in line at the movies with the crowd
talking and nobody paying attention and casually tell him I want to suck
his dick."

   I had to shift in my chair after that comment, my pants were suddenly a
size too small.

   "My turn," she said.

   "Go ahead."

   "What do you want in a girl?"

   "Honestly?"

   "Yes."

   "A girl exactly like you."

   "Really?" she asked doubtfully.

   "I can hear the hesitation in your voice."

   "It's just that most guys think a girl like me is a slut."

   "Perhaps, but I think they're stupid.  Do you think you're a slut?"

   "No, because I don't want to have sex with everyone or random strangers,
I just like a few key things," she said her voice rising.  "I shouldn't be
looked down on because I want guys to admire my body, I spend too many days
a week working out and obsessing over my diet for this body.  I should be
allowed to show it off any damn way I want."

   She was panting after her rant.

   "Touched a nerve on that did we?" I asked.

   Smiling, "I guess we did."

   "Well, you have nothing but my respect.  I think everything you told me
so far is hot.  Hell, if you were with me I wouldn't even care if you went
showing off and skinny dipping when I wasn't around."

   "It wouldn't bother you if I came home with a story like the one I just
told you?"

   "The only thing that would upset me would be why I didn't get a copy of
the pictures."

   "Last question," I said.

   "Shoot."

   "Why did you do this?  This is taking crazy to a whole new level.  I get
showing off.  I get maybe agreeing to be interviewed, possibly even in your
underwear, but naked, tied up by a stranger?  Come on, I'm here and I don't
believe this is actually happening."

   She laughed, "I know what you mean," she said.  "But what can I say?  I
really don't know what came over me.  Pick a reason, bad breakup, the
moment, it sounded like fun, they're all true.  At any moment I was ready
to call it quits, if you had said one wrong thing, if any moment it'd felt
off, I would've bailed, but everything clicked, one after the other and
I've had a blast.  This is definitely going to be a memory that lasts a
life time."

   "Fair enough," I said.  "We're at the end, but before I untie you, I
want to know if you want me to take off your blindfold."

   "I've been thinking about that this entire time.  Part of me wants you
to take of this blindfold and spend the night having crazy kinky sex with
me, but part of me is really enjoying this.  It's a fantasy come true and I
don't want it to stop.  Whenever I see another sergeant I'll always wonder
if it was you, in my mind I can imagine all sorts of sexy things and while
I think you'd live up to my expectations I can't know for sure.  If I don't
see you, I can always imagine.  Maybe we will one day but for now I want
the fantasy."

   "I can understand that."

   "But I would like to keep texting you."

   "Deal."

   I stood up and moved to her, "Before I go though..."

   I bent and kissed her, her mouth immediately locked onto mine.  She met
my passion with her own fierce energy.  Our tongues teased and played with
each other, she strained against the ropes as I put a free hand between her
legs and stroked her pussy.  She moaned into my mouth as her tongue slid
across my teeth.  I broke away and she sat there panting.

   Quickly I loosened all her bonds enough so that she could get free on
her own, then I grabbed my gear and left.

   *****

   A week later.
Alanza: You still here?
Me: Of course.
Alanza: Send me nudes!
Me: With face?
Alanza: Not yet, just body.
Me: Was about to work out.
Alanza: Perfect, send them afterward.  I want to see you sweaty.
Alanza: And make him hard too.
Me: You don't ask for much do you?
Alanza: I'll send you back some.

   How could I argue with that?

   I did what she told me and after I worked out, I sent some nudes front
and back to her.
Alanza: God you're sexy!  Love the tattoos too.

   I had a Celtic cross tattooed on my right arm and samurai warrior
underneath cherry blossoms on my left.
Me: Thank you, and my pics?

   A minute later my phone beeped, she'd sent me two pics.  One had her
hands cuffed to the bed and she was completely naked, I could see her tits
but her legs were clamped together and shifted so I couldn't see her pussy.
The other was in the passenger seat in a car in a Taco Bell parking lot
wearing just her panties, she was leaning back and had one leg pulled up
into the seat.  She was wearing a big smile in both of them.
Me: Holy!
Alanza: Lol.  You like?
Me: Yes I do.  Who took them?

   Alanza: Had a friend take them for me, he was very excited to handcuff
me.
Me: Who were these for?

   Alanza: You, told him you were a good friend on deployment and you
needed motivation.
Me: Really?  You did these since we interviewed?
Alanza: Yes.
Me: That's hot.

   Alanza: Thank you.  It was a threefer, I get to be naughty with a friend
that hasn't seen me naked yet.  I get to send you some sexy pictures, and I
get to see if you really are how you say you are or if you're the jealous
type.

   Me: The only thing I'm jealous about is that I would've made sure to cop
a feel as I took the pics.
Alanza: Yeah, that happened, lol.
Me: No way.
Alanza: Lol, yep.
Alanza: He was a little bad when he handcuffed me.
Me: What'd he do?

   Alanza: Grabbed an ice cube and used it on my tits, I was ready to kill
him.
Me: Lol.

   Alanza: Said my nipples should be hard to make the pics look good.  I
was trying to get free but he was straddling my legs.
Me: That's hot.

   Alanza: I was a bit turned on, he played with my tits for a few seconds
afterward "to warm them up."
Me: You didn't say anything?

   Alanza: I gave him the raised eyebrow and "seriously" look, but he was
being very funny about it and despite the feel he wasn't too sexual, it was
in good fun kind of thing.  Which is even hotter.
Me: I agree.
Alanza: I figured as long as that's all he did it was all good.
Me: Lol, that's so cool.

   Alanza: Course he made me promise to have you return the favor if he
ever deploys!
Me: Glady.
Alanza: It really doesn't bother you?  You're not jealous?
Me: Nope, just incredibly turned on.  Does that surprise you?
Alanza: A little.  I did it mostly to get an honest reaction from you.

   Alanza: Wanted to make sure you weren't just saying things you said at
the interview because you thought I wanted to hear it.
Me: I'll prove it to you.
Me: How badly do you want your devil's threesome?
Alanza: It's my Everest.
Me: What are you doing Saturday?
Alanza: Nothing.

   Me: Do nothing at the mall.  Be there at noon, dress sexy as you want.
Park in back corner, when you get out of car keep head down and play with
phone.
Alanza: Why do I have to keep my head down?

   Me: Only if you don't want to know who we are.  If you do, look up and
you'll see us.
Alanza: K

   *****

   (Alanza)

   "Apple" was my safe word, he'd given it to me during our texts earlier
this week.  If I was gagged, he said to snap my fingers.  I was practically
giddy from excitement as I got ready.

   I'd woken up and put in a two-hour workout this morning, I knew I had a
great body but still I wanted them to be impressed, I wanted everything
perfect.

   I felt like a teenage girl that wants her first time to be magical.  I
smirked at how ridiculous that seems now, in our youth, girls want it all
romance and candles and soft lights and blah, blah, blah.  My first was a
cute boy on our prom but strangely I barely remember the actual incident. I
remember the hotel, the fancy clothes, the getting naked, then it all goes
blank.  I don't even remember if I enjoyed it or not.

   Despite the stupidity of my teenage self, I did want to remember this
experience, I wanted every detail etched in my memory.  The only thing I
was unsure of was if I wanted to know who they were.

   I was torn on that matter, I'd felt his body and it was sexy as hell. 
He'd also texted me that his friend was the same type and that they were
both good looking.  I believed him but what if I was disappointed, what if
I looked and both just didn't do it for me?  Would I stop?

   This was a perfect chance, I had no idea if he was as good as he said
but so far, he'd been incredible.  When he tied me up and the way he'd
touched my body, it still sent shivers up my spine.  I debated all the ways
I could do this, go with it and never know who it was, that idea was hot
but also left my curiosity forever unsatisfied and I wondered if it would
drive me crazy eventually.

   See what they look like and hope for best, that way was 50-50 that I'd
be happy or disappointed.  Or I could go through with it and then see what
they look like, at first thought that seemed a really good idea but the
more I thought about it I hated that one.  If they were awesome and then I
saw them and they didn't live to my expectation I'd have ruined this great
experience.

   In the end I decided to let their skills speak for them.  If they did
what they said they'd do to me and made this the sex of a lifetime I'd keep
them anonymous.  If I had to snap my fingers or say apple, I'd see who it
was.

   After my workout I took a long shower and primped my body, I waxed,
tweezed, combed and made sure everything was perfect.  My pussy was smooth
as silk, my hair was in place and flowing, my makeup was on point.  Then I
put on a pair of sexy black g-string panties, they were about the size of a
postage stamp with a sheer front.  I debated on what else to wear, it was a
little chilly so I wasn't sure if I should wear a mini-skirt or jeans.  I
decided on the skirt, I figured I wouldn't be outside long anyway.  I had a
gray suede skirt with a long sleeve black blouse that had an open V to
almost my belly button, a bra was not an option with this top.  I completed
it with a pair on thigh high black suede boots with stiletto heels.

   At 11:30 I did what I'd been told and drove my black Ford Explorer to
the mall.  I pointedly didn't look around at cars or try to see if anybody
was loitering about, I wanted to give them a chance to live up to my
dreams. I parked at exactly noon and checked myself one last time.  Then I
got out of my vehicle and shut the door, turning I kept my head down and
played with my iPhone.  My heart was pounding as I tried to think of
anything simple to do on my phone.  It was impossible, all I could do was
blankly stare at the screen.

   Then I realized something.  I sent a quick text.
Me: What do I call you?

   After a minute, I heard footsteps easily making their way behind me and
I had to resist the urge to look.

   "Give me the phone, stay still, and keep your head down," a voice
whispered.  "Call me Chip.  I interviewed you.

   "Call me Dale," another voice said.  It was obvious they were both
trying to disguise their voices.  That made me wonder if I knew them in
even a casual way.

   I did what he said and handed it behind me, then didn't move.  I thought
about the names for a second.  I knew he did it because of the Disney love
we both had but it almost seemed too silly for what we were about to do.  I
was about to ask them to change them when a random thought crossed my mind
about them being more like stripper names.  That brought a smile to my
face, I realized that I could live with it because it reminded me of both,
sexy strippers and my cute Disney characters.  Chip had already shown me he
had a sense of humor during out interview and was still sexy.  The more I
thought about it, the names were perfect.

   Strong hands grabbed both wrists and pulled them behind my back, at the
same time black silk covered my eyes and wrapped around my head twice
before I felt it being tied off behind my head.  I could smell the same
clean citrusy scent that I had days ago in my interview.  I gave a quick
tug on my arms to see if I could break free but the hands that gripped me
never broke and I barely moved an inch.  This excited me more; they were
taking this seriously.  I gave another twinge and was rewarded with the
other two hands grabbing my arms.  They twisted and pushed me against the
hood of my car and locked my hands behind my back, the soft silk was
wrapped snuggly around my wrists.  I gritted my teeth and started to
struggle and twist to get free.

   "Let me go," I snapped, shifting my shoulders.

   They didn't say a word but kept tying me up.  I was thrilled, I'd have
been disappointed if they'd obeyed me, I wanted the full experience, I
really wanted to be taken against my will.

   "Assholes," I muttered as they finished tying my hands.  I flexed and
couldn't find the knot or any give, it would take me hours to get free even
if they left me alone.  I was pulled away from my car and turned around.

   "Let me..." was all I got out before I felt a ballgag slip between my
lips.  I moaned as they buckled the strap, locking it in place.

   I heard, "Get the car."

   I heard footsteps walk away, a car pulled up and the ding, ding of a
door opening while the car was running.  I tried to get away again but they
both men held me tightly.  I was lifted off the ground and put face down in
the back seat of a car.  I smelled new car leather as both doors opened and
they moved to either side of me to work.  I squirmed but it was only for
show and they worked quickly to secure me.  The one behind grabbed my
ankles crossing them then bringing them behind my back and more silk was
wrapped around them.  The one in front reached down and hooked the bottom
of my skirt and tugged it to bunch up at my waist exposing my ass.

   A flush went through my body as my hardened nipples pressed into the
leather seat.  I moaned and felt a quick slap on my ass.

   "Behave," Chip said.

   I gave them the finger and they both chuckled.  They'd finished tying my
feet together and Dale worked another sash between my bound feet and hands.
After he looped it, he pulled it tight forcing me into a tight hogtie.  I
sagged against the seat in defeat as they finished making me helpless.  The
two of the them did some weird thing with the seatbelts and I felt them
looped around my body and clicked in place.  Then each went out the side
doors as I squirmed to test my bonds.

   After a minute of struggling and hearing them laugh I was still firmly
hogtied and strapped to the seat.  I couldn't get free or even move around
on the seat.  I was perfectly helpless.

   I loved every second of it.

   If they could feel my body, they'd realize my nipples were so hard they
ached and I was as wet as I'd ever been.  If I hadn't been gagged I'd be
begging for sex right now.

   As they closed the doors and drove to wherever they were taking me I
flashed to the first time I'd been tied.  It'd been a hogtie, just like
now.

   I was 19, just out of my military training at my first duty station.  I
had a boyfriend who was cute as hell but kind of boring, all he wanted to
do was play video games.  I was on his bed in his barracks room, reading a
book while waiting around wearing a gray midriff tanktop and white cotton
thong panties.

   A quick knock and the door opened to reveal his best friend, Dillon, he
wasn't quite as good looking but he was fitter and more outgoing, he was
always doing something outdoors.  He had brown hair and eyes with a USMC
tattoo down his right arm, and was wearing khaki shorts and a black
tanktop.

   "Oh shit," he said when he saw me, I'd just started to develop my
exhibitionist side so he'd seen me at the beach in a thong bikini but this
was a little more intimate.

   I'd never showed off in my panties before and the thought excited me.

   I raised an eyebrow, "Why'd you even knock if you were just going to
walk in?"

   "Habit I guess, just coming to get back some gear I left here."

   He gave me a onceover, focusing for a second on my underwear.  He looked
into my eyes and an understanding passed between us.  I decided to tease
him a little.  I rolled over facedown crossing my ankles behind my butt
pretending to read my book.

   "Feel free to get whatever you need.  I'm just waiting for him."

   A few seconds went by before, "You do know he went out with his
sergeant, right?"

   I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at my ass.  I cleared my
throat, blushing, he looked into my face, "No I didn't, why?"

   "I think he needed to take him into town to pick up his car from a shop.
I'm pretty sure they won't be back for a few hours."

   I closed my book, "Well damn, no wonder he hasn't texted me all day."

   Dillon nodded.

   "Thanks for letting me know," I said.

   He nodded again and opened one of the wall lockers and pulled out a
backpack.  Tossing it on the ground he pulled a few more things out and
tossed them down.  Finally, he closed the locker and took a knee and
started grabbing gear and stuffing it in the backpack.  There was a lot of
outdoor stuff like a compass and flashlight, but my attention was really
caught by some white cotton rope.

   I'd had a fascination with bondage since my early teens but had never
been able to act on it.  It felt weird to ask a boyfriend to tie me up and
the few subtle hints I'd thrown out were never picked up on.

   On a whim a decided to test Dillon and see what his interests were.

   "So what's that for?"

   He looked up at me.  I tilted my head and eyes toward the rope, "You use
that to tie your girlfriend up?"

   "If she gets bad enough."

   My jaw almost dropped, I hadn't expected an answer like that.

   "Oh yeah.  What's bad enough?"

   "If she gets uppity or doesn't do what I tell her."

   My heart was pounding, he was talking the way I wished a guy would talk,
but was he for real?

   "Yeah right, you wouldn't even know what to do if a girl needed to be
tied up."

   "Is that what you think?"

   I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, that's what I think."

   "Keep it up, I'll prove I know what to do."

   "And how would you do that?"

   "I'll hogtie your little ass right now."

   "You wouldn't dare."

   He barked a laugh, "Not only would I dare, I'd rip your shirt off and
gag you with it, then take pictures for a memento."

   For a second my eyes widened, I was stunned.  It was a fantasy come true
but I definitely couldn't tell him that.  I wondered if I could really push
him to do it.

   "Now I know you're bluffing."

   "Why do you say that?"

   "What makes you think I'd let you do that?"

   "What makes you think you could stop me?"

   I swallowed, "You'd be too worried about your best friend."

   He grabbed the rope and stood up, "You going to tell him?"

   I was spellbound, I couldn't think of anything to say, words wouldn't
form in my mouth.  I shook my head no.

   As if in a dream he reached over and grabbed my book from my fingers, I
was breathing hard as he took my hand and put it behind my back.  He
reached for my other arm but I pulled it away to the corner of the bed. 
Looking up into his face he shook his head at my defiance, straddling me he
held my arm behind me then reached for my other wrist.

   I struggled a little as he brought both hands together behind my back
and looped the rope around my wrist a few times.  I still remember the soft
texture against my skin.  I was worried he'd tie me too tight but he kept
the rope snug without cutting off my circulation.  I don't know if he'd had
any experience but he was perfect.  I strained against the ropes as he
shifted and started looping more rope around my ankles.  No words were
spoken as I lightly struggled against him.  He seemed to understand my
needs perfectly.

   After tying my ankles, he rolled me over and hooked his fingers into the
collar of my shirt, a quick jerk and he ripped my shirt apart exposing my
tits, I sucked in a breath, then he ripped the shoulder straps too. 
Pulling it off, he rolled it tight and slipped it between my lips,
whimpering I tilted my head as he tied it behind me.  Standing back he
admired me afterward.  Wriggling I tested my bonds to tease him, he reached
out and stroked my nipples one after the other then traced down to my
panties, caressing my mound through the fabric.  I blushed at the wet spot
that had formed through the cotton but he ignored me and took out his phone
and snapped some pictures of me.  I made sure to put on a good show for his
camera by moaning and squirming.

   After a minute he rolled me over and got another piece of rope.  Looping
it around the wrist ties and then bringing it to my ankles he forced them
together behind my back, I put all my strength in resisting but with the
leverage of the rope my wrists and ankles were slowly drawn together.  He
finished with some more knots and stood back.  This was the first time I
was helpless and half-naked in front of a guy and I was on fire.  I'd have
let him do anything to me at that moment.  I couldn't say anything so I
just whimpered and squirmed as he took more pictures.  Running his fingers
across my ass he rolled me over to stroke my tits and pussy through my
panties.  After 30 minutes or so he loosened the ropes enough for me to get
free and then left without a word.

   Neither of us ever mentioned it but the next time we saw each other but
we both had knowing smiles.

   Now I was hooked on bondage forever, and I wondered if he'd ever do
anything again.

   A few weeks later, my boyfriend was taking me away for the weekend but
Friday night he was going to hang out with his friends.  I was relaxing in
my room in red leggings and a matching zip-front sport bra when there was a
knock on my door.  I opened it to find Dillon.

   "Hey, the hot water is out, mind if I use your shower?"

   This was a little weird but I just nodded and let him in and closed the
door.  He had a small bag he dropped by my bed as I turned to face him.

   "Wait, how is your hot water out and you want to use my shower?  The
barracks have the same hot water heater."

   He shrugged, "Caught."

   My eyes went wide as I realized what he was about to do.  Reaching out
he grabbed me and tossed me onto my bed.  I was so surprised I didn't
struggle but I did get immediately turned on.  My nipples got hard and as
he met my eyes he reached into his bag and pulled out some rope.  Licking
my lips as he moved toward me, I put up a fight as he pinned my arms to the
corner of the bed.  We wrestled in silence as he held me down then tied my
arms to either corner of the bed.  I glared at him as he reached forward
and unzipped my bra exposing my tits, smirking at me as he gave them a
little pinch.

   "I brought a gift," he said as he reached into the bag and pulled out a
ballgag.

   Straddling my legs, he pushed the gag toward my mouth.  I accepted it
willingly as he slipped it in place.  This was my first time with a ballgag
and I was intrigued, I ran my tongue against it, testing it, to see if it
really stopped my words.  I shifted my head back and forth seeing how well
it was held in place.  Our eyes met as he scooted back down my legs,
pulling my leggings and red g-string panties off in one bold move.

   I groaned and cursed into the gag, to my delight I was barely audible no
matter how I tried.  He tied my legs to either corner exposing me
spread-eagle.  Once again, my body exploded into fire and desire as I was
so brazenly naked.  My pussy was on complete display for him and there was
nothing I could do to stop it, not even yell.

   He stood back and admired his work, I kept up my struggling and trying
to talk through the gag as he once again took pictures of me.  When he
stopped we both looked at each other.

   "I really do need a shower," he said.

   I watched as he stripped naked and went into my bathroom.  I was insane
with passion.  As I heard him shower, I struggled.  If I could've gotten
free I would have joined and most likely raped him.  When he finished, he
came back out and dressed, my attraction to him soared as he stood
shirtless in jeans with his hair still tousled and damp.

   "You really do enjoy this huh?" he said as he stroked my mound, tracing
my tightly trimmed black pubic hair.  His fingers ran over my pussy and
touched my clit making me groan, I pushed my hips as he tested my wetness.
Frustrated I cursed into the gag as he withdrew.

   Continuing, "I know, I know, it's frustrating, you have no idea how bad
I want to have sex with you."

   I shrieked into the gag and gave him my best 'Really' look.

   Laughing, "Maybe you do.  I know we've crossed a line but I feel it's
not quite a betrayal yet.  I don't want to confess or anything but I can't
go any farther, at least not while you're together.  So I'm not going to do
more.  I'm going to get dressed and leave but the gag is yours, a present
from me.  If you're ever free and I'm around, expect to be tied up again."

   That was the last time it happened.  He was right, even though we didn't
have sex we definitely crossed a line and I felt guilty after that.  I did
learn about myself and was thankful for the experience.  I broke up with my
boyfriend a few days later.  I decided I never wanted to settle, and even
though he was a nice guy we just didn't have much in common, he had no
spirit of adventure.  I wanted to hook up with Dillon but by then the
military sent him off to a school for 12 weeks, and when he got back I was
gone to a different school for four months so we just never connected.

   *****

   We arrived wherever it was they were taking me.

   "Is it clear?"

   A second later, "Yes."

   They unclipped me from the seatbelts and then undid the hogtie but left
my wrists and ankles tied.  Standing me up on the side of the car one
grabbed my ankles and the other grabbed my shoulders and they carried me
into a building.  I could smell the ocean as they carried me inside, they
opened a door and carried me through.  I heard a window open and felt a
fresh breeze.  I knew I was in a hotel room by the ocean.  One of them
undid the gag and offered me a small drink of water.  I took it and cleared
my throat.

   "Please don't tell me anybody saw you carrying me into the room with my
skirt hiked over my ass," I said.

   "I think they'd say something about you being tied up before your bare
ass would get their attention," Chip said.

   Fair point.

   Twenty minutes later I was tied to the bed spread eagle, ball-gagged,
and utterly naked.  They'd been gentle but firm as they took off all my
clothes.  Even while untying me they'd never gave me a chance to get free.
They'd done it slowly, lifting my shirt over my head and then each holding
an arm as they untied my wrists only to slip my clothes off and retie them
to the corners of the bed.  My skirt was off with my panties around my
ankles before they'd even untied my feet.  They'd stretched my legs wide
before they retied them to each corner, I tried to struggle but it'd been
useless as they each were able to use their entire body to pin my legs.

   They slid the gag back in and I felt them step back and focus on me.  I
was stretched tight to each corner of the bed.  I tested each rope and
couldn't gain any leverage or slack.  My nipples were hard, my pussy was
wide open and I was getting wetter by the second.  Chip said he was going
to put on some music and I heard, "Call Me" by Shinedown start playing as
he moved to the bottom of the bed.

   "Beautiful," Chip said as I felt his tongue lick the length of my mound.

   I groaned, this spurred him on as he traced his tongue up one lip and
down the other, his tongue was magic as he probed me, licking, teasing,
moving inside me making me struggle and moan.

   Dale's body move next to me on the bed.  His hand traced my nipples and
moved back and forth across my stomach.  My head lolled as the experience
of two men washed over my body.

   Arousal, desire, and heat built inside me, I pushed my hips up into his
face, my chest shuddered and my nipples ached as the other continued to
play with my tits.  Fingers traced up and down my thighs as my body twisted
back and forth and I cried with passion into my gag.  I dug my nails into
the bed trying to reach for anything as pressure built inside me from all
the sensations.  I was on the edge of overload.

   His tongue touched my clit and I burst, all my energy released as my
body went taut.  Fingers pinched one of my nipples and a tongue circled my
clit making the wave pulse and ride higher.  Barely I recognized that I'd
been screaming into the gag as my body rode the wave of pleasure.  their
bodies shifted, I was exhausted and couldn't move even if I wasn't tied
down.  They moved back and I sensed they'd only changed position.

   I was wrong, I could move, if only to struggle and strain.  Once again,
I pulled against the ropes that held me down.  They didn't give me any
chance to recover as I felt a new tongue began to work my pussy.  I could
easily tell the difference, they had different strokes, different pressure,
but the pleasure was just as intense.  I thrashed as the new orgasm built
up inside me.

   Pressure landed on the bed and a body lay beside me.  While his Dale
used his tongue to tease my clit and drive me wild, Chip kissed my tits,
sucking and licking my nipples, teasing them with light nips, bringing my
arousal right back to my previous high.

   Fuck my life.  It was an hour and four orgasms before they stopped
taking turns.  I was beat as I lay on the bed soaked with sweat.  They
hadn't even fucked me and I was done.  Jesus Christ they were good.

   The gag was undone from my mouth and water carefully put to my lips, I
took small sips.  I felt Chip move onto the bed between my legs.  I could
tell the difference between them now, Chip had a slighter taller and bigger
body with a citrusy scent.

   As I wondered what would happen next he slid inside me.  I gasped as he
went his full length into me and held there.  I pulled uselessly at the
ropes as he kissed me.  My tongue met his and he slowly moved back and
forth.  I frustratingly tried to wrap my legs around him but couldn't as he
took his time pushing into me.  His slow pace was maddening but I actually
built to another orgasm in record time.

   This was unreal, I should be passed out, yet the situation was such a
turn-on that every time they touched me I built to orgasm faster than I'd
ever done in my life.

   At least they were just as turned on.  In a few minutes' Chip erupted
inside me causing my own matching orgasm.

   I wasn't given a break, less than a minute went by before Dale moved
between my legs and started having his way with me.  His technique wasn't
as smooth, it was more raw, I could tell he cared more about his own
passion than my pleasure.  He was a good kisser though and he kept his lips
locked onto mine as he thrust inside me energetically.

   After they each had me, they took a break and then untied me.  I don't
think I'd ever been more tired, used, or satisfied, but thinking I'd get a
breather had proved wrong.  In seconds they'd retied my hands behind my
back and then tied my feet together, I was put on my knees and found myself
giving back to back blowjobs.

   Despite my exhaustion I wanted to show them I was as good at giving oral
as they had been with me.  Even without my hands I sucked and licked and
gave my best effort and both of them came.  When I felt Chip pulsing before
I could move he grabbed my hair and held me in place while he came in my
mouth.  I thought Dale might do the same but when it was his turn he pulled
out and came on my tits.

   Afterward, they'd untied me and took me to the shower to clean me up. 
Chip said he was going to order room service before we got in the shower.
They took turns washing my body as I relaxed under the warm water.  I still
wore my blindfold.

   After the shower a knock came on the door.  They led me to the door to
open it and get our food stark naked.  "Holy," was all I heard from the
busboy and both men laughed from behind me.  I gave a big thank you then
closed the door after wheeling in a small car with our food.  The men
cleared some area and I sat Indian style on the bed as I ate a grilled ham
and cheese sandwich and fries.

   "Well that was fun," I said.

   A small chuckle, "That's an understatement."

   We all laughed and spent the next few minutes talking about being in the
Marines and funny boot camp stories but nothing about our situation.  I
heard a phone buzz and asked about it.

   "That's nothing," Chip said.  "We've been taking pics of you all day and
are sending some to your phone."

   My mouth dropped, "Really?" I whispered.

   "Yes," Dale said.

   Both men chuckled, "You know it's so easy to see when you get turned on,
your nipples get so hard and your voice drops to this throaty whisper."

   I swallowed but didn't say anything, I reached up and touched one of my
nipples, it was very hard.  Another little laugh and I dropped my hand.

   "That does bring up something, all the pics we've sent you so far have
our faces cropped, do you want any normal ones?"

   I waited a minute to collect my thoughts, neither one said anything. 
Coming to a decision I explained the choices I'd thought about the night
before.

   Makes sense," Chip said after I finished.

   "Have we lived up to your expectations?" Dale asked.

   "More than, which I why I want you two to be anonymous.  I'm going to
remember this for the rest of my life, I want to be able to imagine
anybody."

   "If that's what you want," Chip said.

   I nodded, "But I do want to feel Dale."

   I stood off the bed and then felt a body move to me, "Here I am."

   I reached out and traced his body the same way Chip and I had done days
before, I gave the same type of commentary and was impressed, both had
strong, fit bodies, solid features, and were well endowed.

   Afterward I stepped back, "What now?"

   "Now for the finale," Chip said.

   They moved me back to the bed and put me on all fours.  I was sore and
tired but I was instantly aroused as I understood what was about to happen.
The bed moved as they positioned themselves, one in front and one behind.
Dale's dick brushed my lips and I opened my mouth, at the same time I felt
the Chip move into me from behind.  They each pushed into me their full
length then paused a moment to let me adjust.

   I assumed it was as new an experience for them as it was for me as we
each sought to situate our body.  Chip moved first, he put both hands on my
hips and gently moved back and forth, I moaned as his dick throbbed.  Dale
was gentle as he flexed his hips, I appreciated that since I was unsure how
to match all three of our rhythm's.  It wasn't as difficult as I thought
and we quickly moved our bodies into sync.

   At first, I was so concentrated on pleasuring them I wasn't able to work
myself up, but after we all meshed, my own excitement skyrocketed again.

   I was in awe, this was the perfect fantasy.  Just like all guys wanted
two girls to rock their world, most girls wanted the reverse.  I was in
heaven, Chip was steady and pulsing as he rode me from behind, his hands
alternately stroking my ass and holding my hips.  He reached a hand
underneath and rubbed my clit and whine escaped me.  Dale was just as good,
he held my hair in a ponytail while he ran a finger on my cheek and reached
down to stroke my nipple.  Electricity ran through my body and my every
nerve was raw, the audacity and sexual energy were amazing as we each fell
into ourselves.

   A mini orgasm shot through my body and my hips bucked, Chip held on
tight as I wiggled my ass.  A sharp slap and a "Down girl!" sent me into
overdrive and almost gave me another orgasm.  I bobbed on the cock in my
mouth, now both hands were holding my head back.  I could feel the need in
each of them.

   We kept it up for a while, just as I felt us all building, "Change," was
all I heard before they shifted and left me.  In seconds they switched
positions and were back inside me.  I could taste my juices on Chip's dick,
he throbbed in my mouth and I lifted a hand and put it on his hip, using it
to balance myself I lifted the other one and put it on the opposite side.
Now I was gripping him and bringing my head back and forth in steady
strokes as he held my hair.  Dale gripped my ass tight as he plunged into
me repeatedly.  Our speed grew as each of us built to climax.

   Sensing the finish, I clenched my body, sucking harder, I moaned as Dale
broke first, with a cry he filled me, my own orgasm shattered my body a
second later and I locked, Chip kept pumping into me and suddenly his dick
throbbed and his warmth gushed into my mouth.  Our muscles strained against
each other as the climaxes took forever, mine coming in gentle waves that
slowly receded matching the beat of Chip's throbbing cock.

   I woke hours later to silence.  I lifted my head from the pillow and
felt around, no bodies, no sound, I was alone.  I felt a little sad as I
took off my blindfold, it was somehow a letdown to not say goodbye.  I was
lying on a rich burgundy comforter, I looked around the room, it was an
expensive suite with all dark wood and a balcony with a view to the ocean.
Night had settled and the full moon was rising, I saw a note on the dresser
with a $50 next to it and my mood brightened.

   "We didn't want to wake you, you looked to beautiful.  We did take some
pics though, they're on your phone, lol.  The room is paid for, there is
money for Uber and morning breakfast room service.  You are extraordinary!

   Sincerely, Chip & Dale.

   PS- I really hope you text me.  I would like a night with you by myself,
Chip.

   I knew this wasn't the end, I still wasn't sure what I wanted but I
would definitely get with Chip again.

   I looked at the pics they'd sent to me quickly downloading them to my
own camera roll and then scrolling through them.  Wow, there were some very
sexy pics, they had pics of me hogtied in the car, tied spread-eagle, tied
on my knees front and back, more of those while giving a blowjob to either
man.  I could see their full bodies in those pics and damn, they were
impressive.  There were multiple shots with them actually in my mouth, that
sent a warm feeling through me knowing there were pics out there of what
was very obviously me giving a blow job, one of those pics must've been
taken with a timer because both men were standing there as I deep throated
Chip.  A few of me sitting cross legged and eating, then on the bed doggy
style, the last few were of all three of us in the last position.  Not sure
how they did that, the angle didn't change so they must have set the camera
up but I had no idea how they took multiple pics.  Anyway, it showed each
of them at both sides of me.  I loved them all, now I'd have a keepsake
from this night.

   *****

   The next week I had to go out of town for Marine training but I texted
Chip the whole time.  I sent him nudes every day and made sure to show him
what panties I was wearing.  He returned the favor but never included his
face.  I was sad I didn't know anybody at the training well enough, I
really wanted to send him some creative nudes and it would have been sexy
to use a guy friend to take them.

   I agreed to meet him again but decided to wait for Valentine's Day in
two weeks.

   He got the same hotel and room, at the appointed time I knocked on the
door and it opened a crack.  I waited a second and pushed the door in.

   "I'm in the bathroom," he called out.  "Do you want me to blindfold you
or do it yourself?"

   I'd decided to still keep it anonymous, "I'll do it."

   "Sash is on the dresser."

   I picked it up and quickly blindfolded myself.  I'd come to the hotel
room wearing a full-length coat and the same thigh high boots as our last
encounter, he'd told me how much he loved them and I'd even taken some
nudes with them for him.

   I told him it was safe to come in and I faced the bathroom.  As I heard
the door open, I undid my coat and let it drop to the floor.

   It was all I'd worn besides the boots.

   "Oh dear lord."

   I smiled, "Something wrong?"

   "Not at all."

   The first time he'd kept my boots on and rode me missionary on the bed,
I knew he was turned on but I didn't realize how much until a minute into
our session I grabbed his ass and moaned "Papi" and that was the end of our
first session.

   The next time he was back to his previous stamina as he took me doggy
style, and the last time I rode him for an hour before we both came in
mind-numbing ecstasy.

   After the last he finally agreed to let me take the boots off.

   "Like those do you?" I whispered as he unzipped them and tossed them on
the ground.

   A small laugh, "That obvious?"

   "Only to a trained observer," I laughed.

   We spent the rest of the night making love, fucking, and everything in
between.  We took multiple showers to clean our bodies from our marathon
sessions.  The next day ended the same as we went our separate ways.  He
left and I took off my blindfold.  I let out a small bark of laughter, on
the dresser were two 18-inch plush Disney Chip and Dale stuffed animals.

   A small note was attached to one.

   Originally, I was only going to give you the Chip doll from me but
"Dale" threatened me with violence if I didn't give one from him too.  Hope
to hear from you soon!

   My heart was heavy but I knew what I had to do.  I had gotten early
orders and was leaving to my next duty station in two weeks.  I didn't want
to let him know, I didn't know how he felt but I was already attached.  I
didn't see how it could possibly work since I was now going to the opposite
side of the country.  I didn't want to have drama or prolong it so I
decided to end it there.  I texted him I'd be out of town and unable to
text or write for a few weeks, I knew he'd assume it was for security,
something common in the military.  The next week I went to the phone
company and had my number changed, by the time he realized what was wrong
I'd be out of town.  At this point I had a great memory and I hoped I would
be the same in his mind.

   *****

   I already have the next two chapters written on this story and will post
in a few months.  Here is a sample.

   *****

   (Years later)

   (Thomas)

   Sighing inwardly, I looked down at the cream-colored stationary in my
hand reading the elegant script one more time.  The parchment was thick
with a rough texture.

   "You are cordially invited to the wedding of Ben Jones and Deanna Cruz
to be celebrated on November ..." I passed over the details.  More
important than those was a small handwritten note below the flowing script.

   "You better be there Gunny, no excuses."

   Shaking my head, I remembered our time together.  Jones had been a
corporal underneath me for a deployment to Afghanistan, where I'd used him
as my right-hand man.  He was a bit on the slower side of picking up rank.
He wasn't dumb or caused trouble or anything, he just didn't care about
getting promoted.  He knew he wanted to get out after serving his tour so
he made no effort to advance.  When I returned from an 18-month deployment
he had immediately notified me via Facebook Messenger that I was expected
at his wedding, I sent him my address and had an invitation the next week.

   Jones was having the ceremony and the reception in the courtyard of the
local Windsor hotel.  Now I was sitting in the parking garage with my
window rolled down playing with my phone trying to think about how long I
needed to stay before I fulfilled my obligations as his friend when I
looked up and caught my breath.

   Wow, I mean really, wow!

   A dark-haired woman was walking down the aisle toward the entrance. 
Even from a distance she was stunning, with a perfect body and elegant
dress.  She was looking at her phone as she walked so her hair partially
covered her face.  She had an athletic figure with strongly defined arms
and legs and a trim waist that flared into nice hips.  She was wearing a
red strapless dress that had a flowing skirt just above her knees and the
top showing a healthy amount of cleavage.  By the look of the outfit she
had to be here for the wedding.  Idly wondered if she was single.

   She was on the far side and only a few spaces across from my lane when
she crossed over a vent and her dress blew up around her, for a couple
seconds I was treated to a full flash of her legs and a red satin string
panty.

   Her head jerked up and I got another surprise, Alanza!

   It'd been the better part of a decade since I'd seen her but she was as
beautiful as ever.  She'd filled out a little but in a good way.  She was
still toned as hell but now she had more curves, a fuller figure.

   She moved a step away from the vent and looked around.  I froze, most
people in a parking garage never look inside the vehicles when they scan.
Sure enough, after a quick check she believed nobody had seen her.  She
looked back down at the vent and then up and around.  I knew what she was
thinking, but this was almost a decade later, was she the same as back in
the day?  I tapped my phone starting my video recorder.

   Giving another glance around she stepped to the vent and let the air
carry her skirt up in waves.  She stood there gyrating her hips.  Moving
her arms above her head she began to dance to in slow motion, turning her
hips back and forth, twisting as she put her back to me.  The panties were
a g-string and left her ass visible as the dress flew around her.  Biting
her lip, she slowly swayed as she turned around, letting the air play with
her dress for a full minute before she finally stepped off the vent with a
smile.

   Straightening her dress, she fixed her hair before she started walking
again.  Making a decision I stepped out of the car with my back to her, I
caught a flash of her eyes going wide as she saw me but when I turned back
around my face was neutral like hers.

   Our eyes met and I pointedly looked her up and down.

   "I assume you're here for the wedding."

   She nodded.

   "Me too."

   "I figured," she said.

   I made a show of looking behind her, "No friends?"

   "Nope, stag, you?"

   "Same."

   We stood there awkwardly for a second.

   We both opened our mouths, then closed them when we realized the other
person was about to talk, then laughed at ourselves.

   "Not to be forward, and I'm not suggesting anything or trying the whole
cliche wedding hook-up, but do you want to sit together??

   She nodded.

   "You're a Marine right?  I know I recognize you."

   "I am, I know you from somewhere too."

   I mentioned my last duty station as a smokescreen before I talked about
our old duty station together.

   "That's it, I remember you," she said after I prompted her.

   We chatted about our units and the people we knew in common as we walked
toward the the hotel lobby.

   We found some seats together and said hello to the few friends we each
had pointing out to each other where we knew them from.  Most of the crowd
were Marines with scattered family.

   "For the record, if you see anybody you'd rather hang with let me know.
It won't hurt my feelings if you go sit with someone else," I said.

   "Damn, trying to get rid of me already!  Did you spot somebody you'd
rather hang with?"

   "Not at all, I just didn't want to intrude on your time since we barely
know each other."

   "Thanks for the thought but I'm good, I'll hang with you tonight."

   I nodded, "I'd like that."

   "You do have to dance with me, that's nonnegotiable."

   "No problem."

   "Are you a good dancer?"

   "Not as good as you but I manage."

   Her eyes went wide as I looked at her with a playful grin.

   "I knew you saw me," she said, slugging my arm.

   Laughing, "Of course I saw you.  Did I say or do anything to suggest
otherwise?"

   She narrowed her eyes and raised a fist to me, "I'm not trying to hook
up," she said mocking my voice.

   I laughed again and shrugged, "I'm not trying to hook up.  Did it make
my day?  Yes.  Does that mean I think you'll have sex with me?  No.  You
seemed like you were just having a little fun, I don't think you're easy or
anything.  It was harmless."

   Mollified, she still eyed me.

   "Besides, I'm happy enough to enjoy the video as a reminder."

   Her eyes went wide again, "You are joking?" she said crisply.

   I arched a brow, "Not even a little."

   She paused and studied me for a minute.

   "Let me see," she said.

   I pulled out my phone and opened it, handing it to her after I opened
the video and hit play.

   She watched the whole thing before commenting.

   "I look hot."

   "I agree, and you'll notice you only see your face at the end."

   "I did notice.  What are you going to do with it?"

   "Post it on YouTube."

   Her jaw dropped, "Really?"

   I shrugged, "No, I'm just teasing."

   She sniffed, "I could do better."

   I raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

   She held her head up, "If you do post it, I want a better one than that.
Now that I know, I would put on a better show."

   The music for the ceremony started so we both went quiet.  Everybody
turned as the bride walked into the room looking beautiful with a flowing
white dress and bared shoulders.  Eyes bright, the groom stood on a raised
dais in full dress uniform.  After the ceremony pictures were taken in
combination with all family and friends.  Even myself and Alanza sat in a
few, the groom threw me into a full hug, thanking me for attending.  We'd
shared the battlefield and even though we hadn't seen each other in a while
our connection was strong.

   For the meal, Alanza and I found a free table with a few friends. 
Everybody introduced themselves and we talked and laughed while we ate,
made congratulatory comments about the groom and how lucky he was to find
his perfect match.  Stories were told by each person and their connection
to Jones.  After the toast, the dance floor opened and the couple shared
the first dance before the rest of us hit the floor.  I danced with Alanza
a few times before a few of her friends asked if they could have a dance
with her.  I passed her on and went back to our table.

   Watching her on the dance floor I saw her look back at me multiple
times. One of my female friends walked up and asked me to dance so I hit
the floor again.  After our dance Alanza cut in and asked if she could have
me back.  My friend hugged me and went back to her group.  The next song
was slow so we wrapped our arms around each other and swayed to the music.
After the song ended, she reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

   "What was that for?" I asked.

   "Needed to send a signal."

   I nodded, "To who?"

   She shrugged, "Your dance partner, my dance partners."

   Accepting her comment I took her hand and led her off the floor, "Let's
go for a walk."