Teagan: Teamed Up (open)

[ittybitty08]

Teagan was lit like a firecracker, in a mental and physical sense at the moment. Her long wavy brunette hair was falling from ponytail, which earlier had been a bun. What felt like many hours had passed since the evening had started at 8:00pm for T's birthday. The warm early August of the south was starting to feel less impressive as the humidity of the day cleared. Her loser boyfriend and mainly loser friends had decided a drinking party outside of 'one said friend's' house was in order. That was 5 and a half hours ago and she was no longer at said friends house. Her boyfriend of 7 months had become belligerently drunk in less then 2 hours and decided a new girlfriend was in order. Remember 'one said friend?' Gorgeous, tall, and blonde. Teagan was horrified but almost unsurprised by the event. At 4'10" she was always the 'shorty' of the group, and top heavy was the name used for the 120lb, DD 20 year old. The cab had taken her to a favorite club where her friend was the bar tender. It had been probably not the best idea to get drunk and then get fired up about her ex getting drunk. She told her friend good night and refusing a cab. She really wanted to just walk it off the 5 or so blocks home.

((Anyone welcome to join, I will reply tomorrow night. Looking for someone who would like to join? )

 

[Pre_Eminant]

It had been a late night in the office, but the evening was a warm and pleasant one and my mind was still whirring with processes and specifications ro I decided to walk home to clear my mind.

I was still a few blocks from home when I noticed her, head down and alone, at first I thought she was a run away or something she looked so small and huddled. But as I got closer I realised she was a tiny busty young thing and even though her eyes were lowered to the floor I could see that she was very attractive with her hair scraped back into a ponytail that actually made her look even younger than she already was.

I suddenly felt like a clichéd dirty old man, my eyes appraising a pretty young thing out in the streets alone at night. I kept telling myself that it was just concern for a young woman out on her own at this hour, anyone could accost and take advantage of her. Or even worse I told myself as I crossed the road, deliberately aiming for our paths to converge, straightening my tie and paint what I hoped was a disarming smile onto my face.

I’m not a dirty old man, I told myself, I’m a 38 year old single gentlemen who’s just worried that a young lady should be accompanied to her door in these uncertain times.

 

[25Amber619]

Amber was well into her bottle of Southern Comfort when she heard the clatter of high heels growing louder. She had her windows open inviting any amount of breeze to enter her apartment. She glanced at the clock noticing it was close to 2am, a very odd time to be hearing the footsteps of a singular person.

Draining her drink, she glanced out her window, watching a a petite little brunette semi staggering down the sidewalk. Fuck she’s drunk but damn she is a cutie Amber thought to herself, instantly jealous of the DD breasts gently swaying beneath her blouse. Out of the corner if her eye she caught the sight of a well dressed gentleman crossing the street, creating a direct path to the brunette.

Amber watched as both closed the distance between themselves, one not noticing due to her drunken state of mind. The other seemed to be on a mission of unknown intent. Whatever the reason this was the most excitement Amber has encountered in many months. She was stuck in this crappy apartment.

Amber stood up and walked to her front door, flipping on the hallway lights behind her. As she opened the door they were both standing there, like two deers staring into on coming headlights. The hallway light cast a silhouette view of her nakedness beneath her silk gown, framing her 5’5”, 115 lb frame.

“Hey you two?”, she called out to them, slowly opening her door wide, gesturing them to both come inside, all the while drinking in the beauty of the brunette.

 

[Pre_Eminant]

The closer I got, the better sense I got of the girl and she was clearly the wrong side of sober. From a purely selfish point of view it gave me a chance to look her over and whether my intentions were honourable or not I had to admit that she was a cute little thing. Curvy in all the right places and breasts that again made me question my intentions as I felt the urge to reach out and touch.

As I stepped across from the road, I checked to the side, slightly putting us on a collision course, wrestling with the conflicting emotions of wanting to ensure her safety against my growing desire for her. The little angel on one shoulder telling me that she was far too young for me and that I should be the perfect gentleman and just check she was OK and if she needed any help. The little devil on the other telling me to pour on the charm and see where it led. After all I wasn't that much older was I ? I was still in good shape and took care of myself ? At 6'2" and with a still athletic frame that I took the time to maintain, I had my fair share of offers amongst the women in the office, some single and even some not. I made the most of the married ones, enjoying the uncomplicated physical side of things whilst avoiding any commitment and also enjoying the fact that more often than not that played into my appetite for women to submit to my desires.

These thoughts tumbled through my mind in the few seconds it took me to almost bump into her, my hand reaching out to curl fingers around her forearm, the backs of my fingers brushing against the soft flush of her breast as she looked up at me, clearly surprised as she hadn't heard my approach.

I was just about to open my mouth to apologise and ask if she was OK, the war between good Ryan and bad Ryan on my shoulders still not fully resolved when the little patch of street we stood on suddenly became flooded with light. I looked to my left and saw the silhouette of a woman stood in a doorway, the outline of a slender body in lines beneath a flimsy looking gown. My eyes flicked between the two, back and forth, my jaw flapping slightly as I realised that the new arrival to the situation seemed to be inviting us in.

My mouth clicked into gear before my brain and I heard myself saying "My friend here has had a few too many and could do with a coffee and a sit down" I'm not sure why I pretended that I knew the cute little brunette, I suppose I didn't want this new equally attractive young woman to think I was some sort of predator. But then again the little devil on my shoulder began shouting louder into my ear suggesting carnal delights. I mentally pushed the little angel back a little and felt a little arrogance and confidence seep into my body language as I turned my eyes to the girl that stood in the doorway.

My arm still gripped the brunettes forearm and I smiled an easy smile as I turned us both towards the door "Thanks" stepping us towards the entrance.

 

[25Amber619]

Amber studied the couple as they stepped up onto the porch. The brunette got more beautiful the closer she got. Her friend was no slouch in the good looks department either. Amber wrapped her arm around the slender torso of the woman as they guided her in the door, the stranger having to let go since only one at a time could fit in the doorway. Amber made sure to cup and squeeze her firm, ample breast.

“I think your friends needs more than coffee, she’s damned near passed out”.

“Let’s lay her on the couch and let her relax”.

Amber glanced up at the stranger, admiring what she saw. She flicked her long blonde hair out of her face in a dramatic flair. She motioned for him to sit in the leather recliner opposite the couch, while Amber sat in the matching one across from him.

Amber looked at the brunette as she slept , her chest raising up and down. Amber admired her beautiful globes as she looked from her to the gentleman.

“So your friend is stumbling around drunk at 2am”...

“You cross the street from the opposite direction. To me it looked like you were trying to intercept her”.

“This story I’ve got to hear my friend”, Amber laughed sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs.

 

[Pre_Eminant]

My eyes transferred to the sexy blonde as I passed over the drunken form into her hands, raising an eyebrow as she took the opportunity to fondle and squeeze the generous orb of her breast. I wasn't sure whether to be jealous that I hadn't taken a similar opportunity or shocked at the blatant opportunism. I settled on the slight twinge of arousal I felt stir in my loins as the little devil on my shoulder screamed for me to take them both as the angel on the other disappeared in a poof of smoke.

As I eased into the offered chair, I looked around the room with interest noticing the open bottle of Southern Comfort and single tumbler to one side. I stretched out my long legs, angling them towards the blonde and parting them slightly as I watched her casually flick her hair to the side. Sensing that she knew full well how sexy the movement was , all it needed was slow motion and sensual music in the background and she could've been selling perfume.

Forgetting my 'friend' for the moment I concentrated my attention on our host, my eyes roaming up and down the lines of her body in the little silk wraparound she had on, unconsciously the tip of my tongue moved to rest against the centre of my top lip as I realised she was naked beneath it and one side of my lips curled into a half smile as I watched her lips part.

As she asked her question, it brought me back down to reality a little, damn I'd been caught in the lie, she must have been watching I thought as I glanced across at the open window overlooking the street.

Deductions tumbled through my mind, the fact that she watched without calling out and then chose to invite two strangers into her house naked beneath the flimsiest of silk, blatantly taking an opportunity to steal a caress of a plump soft breast.

I allowed the half smile on my face to curl into a grin as I moved my eyes to capture hers. Holding them in a steady confident gaze as I chose to ignore the question, sensing that her own intentions were no less honourable than my own.

Glancing across at the sleeping form before looking back "She's beautiful isn't she?", my voice was quiet almost lyrical, "it's a good job we found her before anything untoward happened" I continued, emphasising the word 'we' to suggest us both as complicit, partners in the situation we found ourselves in.

I fall silent, my hands reaching to loosen and undo the tie at my throat, taking my time to pull it from my neck and then slowly coiling it in around the palm of my hand as my eyes come back to yours. "I'm Ryan"

 

[25Amber619]

As Ambers eyes roamed from the brunette to the gentleman she noticed he was stealing opportunities to mentally undress her when he didn’t think she was looking. Amber always enjoyed the scent of the hunt ever since she was young. Right now she felt him stalking her, sizing her up. His eyes told her his mind was spinning with indecision’s of carnal lust. His eyes were groping her breasts like they were the main course in his sexual buffet. Amber began feeling the tingling sensation of her srousal stirring from within.

“What’s her name”?, Amber asked nodding over to the passed out form laying on the couch.

Silence filled the room.

“You have no clue who she is, do you”?. Amber waved her hand in the air, dismissing the need for him to respond, already knowing the answer to her question.

“Seems like we’re both opportunistic perverts”, Amber giggled as she uncrossed then recrossed her legs diverting his attention to her womanhood. They both glanced at the slumbering object of their desires. Each visualizing what it would be like to feel her nakedness, feel her heat rise to the surface She’s beautiful isn’t she? hearing his words broke Ambers concentration on the brunette, as she reluctantly brought her gaze to his. “Yes...yes she is quite stunning actually”,

Her eyes were riveted on his little ceremony of undoing his silky tie, she could tell it come from an upscale men’s store. Her tongue unconsciously licked her lips as he slowly coiled in the palm of his hand holding it almost as if it were an offering. Her eyes again saw him looking intently at her. I'm Ryan, the stranger spoke, breaking the silence.

Half rising out if her chair, she leaned forward making sure a more than sufficient amount of cleavage was available fir his viewing. She extended her hand with a smile, “I’m Amber”.

Slowly she sat down, all the while staring at the coiled tie resting in his hand.

 

[Pre_Eminant]

Unconsciously he licked his lips as she introduced herself, Amber leaned towards him affording him a tantalizing view of the curve of her breasts as the soft silk of her wrap billowed downwards. As she sat back down his eyes stayed transfixed on the shape and size of the perfect orbs beneath the diaphanous fabric.

His mind was full of thoughts and desires, his sole being and purpose now concentrated on this moment, the ephemera of what had already transpired, and the indecision that led up to this point forgotten as the insensate conclusion was that he wanted both these women….he would have both these women.

Following fast on the tail of that acceptance of what he wanted, he was suddenly struck by the recollection of Amber’s words, addressing them both as ‘opportunistic perverts’. He didn’t particularly like the selection of words, but what he did like was the tacit agreement with his earlier assertion that they were now partners in what was to happen next.

He allowed his eyes to sweep up from his blatant optical fascination with her breasts and his grin spread wide across his face as he raised his body to lean forward to take her fingers in his. His eyes danced and sparkled saying so much silently as he lowered back to his seat. His hand tightening on hers and drawing her from her seat forward to him. His freehand extended as he did so, the flat washing against the soft dip of her waist just above her hip, turning her slightly to pull her to his lap. Turning her and angling her so that they both looked at the sleeping form of the object of their conjoined desires.

He bent slightly to retrieve the silk tie that had slipped from his hand as he reached for her. Pulling her arms back gently to meet in the small of her back. Slowly wrapping the tie in a figure of eight to secure her wrists lightly. Not a tight constriction, just a suggestion of what may lie ahead, allowing Amber to just pull them apart or submit to his lead as he turned his head to brush his lips against the outer shell of her ear.

Hot breaths echoing seemingly into her core as he whispered “You want her” the words were whispered huskily as his hand slipped from her wrists to rest on her hip, soft pads of his fingers dimpling the flesh at the point where it begins to curve into the soft peach of her buttock. The voice was low and emotionless, not making it clear if it was a question or a mere statement of fact.

 

[25Amber619]

She studied his every move, his eyes, his mannerisms. Her curiosity began mixing with visions of her and Ryan, lustful thoughts flooded her mind. Amber really never did adjust to being a ‘normal’ girl as her parents tried to drill into her over the years. She was constantly on the prowl seeking out prey like a hunter. Once ensnared her sexual appetite would be met over the course of hours if not days before releasing him or her, discarding them without a second of thought.

Now she felt no longer the prowling huntress, but becoming one of the hunted. Ambers heart quickened at the thought of the ownership roles being reversed when she felt his hand firmly gripping hers. Hesitation did not enter her mind as she watched his eyes visually fucking her where she sat. Her erect nipples told her she was now entrapped in Ryans snare.

She felt her body floating towards Ryan as he pulled her towards his lap. Her flimsy covering slipping to reveal more of her nakedness. She could feel his massive hardness pressing into her as he positioned her just the way he wanted. Finally, a man who knows the fine art of controlling his prey.

Both were now facing the brunette, Amber ached to see her naked, laid out like a feast to be enjoyed for hours. Amber complied willingly, as she felt her arms being pulled behind her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the silk of his tie glide over her bare skin, a small gasp of excitement escaping her lips. Dampness betraying her excitement began forming inside the folds of her smooth slit as her hands were loosely bound behind her.

Her eyes once again fixated on the brunette, watching her gorgeous chest rise and fall with each breath she took. “Oh fuck yes I want her, ALL of her”. She felt his hand begin to explore her flesh, the huntress powerless to resist her hunter.

 

[Pre_Eminant]

She had come to him easily, willingly, no hint of consideration or hesitation, yet there was something that nagged at him as she sat upon his lap, the pert curves of her ass nestled against the hard edge of his arousal. His fingers drummed against her lightly as she voiced her desire, not that she could deny it, he could feel it in her.

It was the way that she emphasised that she wanted ALL of her that caused the penny to drop in his understanding of her. She was no meek little submissive, nothing like the married women from his office that were all too ready to fall and fawn all over him for a taste of excitement that was missing from their humdrum lives. She was not the personality to submit, she had opened the door to them, she was the one that had brought this erotic scene into her own home, the architect of this atmosphere of sexual tension.

She was no prey....normally.

As the realisation dawned on him, he felt the thrill, the need for possession descend over him like he had never felt it before........To hunt a hunter.

The ultimate thrill of the ultimate chase coursed through his veins, for a brief moment he regretted volunteering his name. Reminding himself that it was all she had, yet he had her name and her address, he looked around the room for family photos and more clues with which to deepen his possession of her. She had already volunteered more than he, given away more than he, and in accepting his need for her to come to him, had submitted more than he.

His hands moved back to the tie, so loosely wrapped around her slender wrists and with deft and practised fingers he tightened the binding, closing the loop with a knot that could be released with a simple tug, yet knowing that her fingers could never reach to attain the required key to unlock the constriction.

Now bound, his hands were free to explore her body, fingers walking around her back, soft pads of his fingers reaching to stroke, touch and caress. The hard bun of her coccyx , the soft patch just above it, tracing the hollow from her hip to the bottom of her rib cage, his hands constantly moving and lightly dancing. Pushing inwards to trace round the edge of both shoulder blades simultaneously and moving to meet at the nape of her neck.

Increasing the pressure to momentarily massaged the hard knot at the nape of her neck, before slipping fingers into the neckline of her robe and slowly drawing it down her arms. The sharp edge of his thumb nail tracing a faint white line down her spine until the fabric of her gown met and rumpled up against the restraint at her wrists.

Leaning back slightly he took a moment to admire the sleek lines of her body, the long back and elegant neck before pressing his lips back to the shell of her ear and repeating her own mantra back to her with a slight twist “Oh fuck yes I want you, ALL of you”.