Jerome Klapka Jerome They and I

Jenny stormed out of the apartment disgusted with the night’s events. She had attended Ashley’s party in the city to celebrate her spacious new condominium only to be butt of the party’s jokes. It came as no surprise to anyone familiar with their relationship that Ashley was the one responsible for fueling Jenny’s embarrassment. Ashley had done so by reciting some of Jenny’s famed unintentional nudity stories - which of course always ended up with Jenny nude and humiliated by a plethora of onlookers. The roars of laughter that ensued these tales were all too audible for Jenny; her eyes welled into tears and she had no alternative but to leave the party in an expeditious manner.

As Jenny’s train back into the suburbs approached her station, she had finally composed herself when a feeling of shock and horror came over her. The purse Jenny had rifled through to obtain her car keys WAS NOT HERS!!! She had mistakenly grabbed the wrong handbag in her haste to exit Ashley’s party! She was now without her keys, cell phone, wallet and other important accessories! Perhaps even more mind-boggling was that this bag contained only a compact, lipstick, what appeared to be a key to a locker, a change purse and a black, strapless bra! In addition, she was now more than an hour from home as she had taken the train directly into the city after work!

Jenny flipped the purse on the floor in front of her as she exited the train, but kept some of the change figuring she could call her husband to come pick her up at a pay phone. As the train’s doors slid closed, the hem of Jenny’s blue, floral print, ankle-length dress was lifted due to a stiff and unforgiving breeze - thus exposing her creamy legs which were encased in white, thigh-high, stay-up stockings with lace tops. If that wasn’t enough, her extremely brief white-lace thong panties became visible as well!

Deciding not to stick around and witness the further damage the wind could do, Jenny darted, (as best as her strappy, white 3 inch heels would allow), to a nearby pay phone. She quickly inserted two quarters into the phone and dialed John. After what felt like 10 minutes but was only time enough for three rings, John finally answered:

“Hello?”

“John, it’s me. I’m stranded at the Mellview train station. Please honey, I need you to come pick me up!”

“How did that happen? I thought you went to Ashley’s party?”

“Please, John, never mind that. I’ll tell you later. Can you come right away!?!”

“Sure, but you’re over an hour away. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thanks honey!”

Jenny’s trepidation had now been somewhat quelled as she now only had to wait for John to rescue her. But as she strode out of the phone booth, another powerful breeze blew her dress to waist level. That and the creakiness of the awkward sliding doors of the booth combined to pin her dress behind her while all of Jenny’s weight had begun to shift forward. Matters were worsened when a protruding nail from the door ripped through her dress and caught the flimsy clasp of her white lace bra. What happened next was par for the course. Her entire dress as well as her bra was violently torn from her body, exposing her 36CC breasts and now erect nipples from the cool breeze, as well as her lacy stockings and tiny panties. Jenny realized immediately the bra was done for, but tried to reach back and salvage her semi-torn dress. All she was able to do, however, was rip it some more by dislodging it from the phone booth. Soon thereafter another wind stole the torn dress from her feminine hands and swept it into the street amongst other debris left behind by litterbugs. Too bad she didn’t keep the strapless bra from the discarded purse! Actually, too bad only for her!

Now resigned to her near naked fate, Jenny decided to flee the lights of the main thoroughfare and seek refuge in a nearby neighborhood until her husband arrived. Having walked a couple of blocks, and relishing the fact that there appeared to be no activity in the area, Jenny spotted a small clubhouse just behind some trees in a side yard. Figuring this would be the perfect place to hide for about an hour, she hobbled over as quickly as she could, with her arms no doubt folded over her perfect breasts.

Upon entering the clubhouse, she heard some sniggering and her heart began pounding once again. Just then a light went on, then another, and two boys of about 11-years old emerged from their sleeping bags. Ostensibly, they were having an uneventful camp out, only to be greeted by a gorgeous, topless, woman clad in only a pair of sexy stockings, thong panties and succulent high heels. Jenny let out a harsh scream, partially because she was startled, but mostly because she was now being ogled by two pre-pubescent boys.

“Quiet down, lady. You’re going to wake the whole town”, exclaimed the first boy.

“I’m so sorry to wake you boys. I lost my clothes and I’m waiting for my ride. I thought I could hide out in here,” answered Jenny, still trying to maintain some level of modesty.

“Yeah, Billy and I could see you’ve lost your clothes. You have monster breasts!” replied the second boy named Tommy.

“Um, er, thanks. Please, do you boys mind if I wait in here? It will only be for an hour or so,” asked a hesitant Jenny.

“Sure, you can wait in here,” said Tommy.

Turning towards each other, the boys rose from their sleeping bags in t-shirts and sweatpants, and began whispering something to one another.

Jenny again tried to cover up what was already seen by the boys.

“The only thing is, if you’re going to stay here, you have to follow our rule for all girls that come in here,” said Billy.

“And what rule is that,” asked a now shaking Jenny as she was beginning to become a bit frightened at the mention of a rule.

“All girls have to be tied-up,” answered a beaming Tommy.

“Well, I don’t know boys. I’m already naked, and you are only little boys. I just don’t feel right about this,” said Jenny.

“Okay, fine. You can wait outside in the street. Hopefully no one makes any noise to wake up every house on the block,” said a sly Billy, a mysterious grin enveloping his face.

“Why, you little brats. You wouldn’t!” said Jenny.

“Oh, believe me babe, we would! Now, just let us tie you up, and you can stay here for as long as you’d like. What’s so bad about that,” asked Billy.

“Well, I guess. But can I at least have some clothes to cover up? I’d feel at least a little more comfortable,” inquired Jenny.

“Sorry, we don’t have anything else here to wear. We’d have to go into the house, and that would surely wake my parents,” answered Tommy, blatantly staring at Jenny’s pert nipples. “And besides, you still have your panties on, so it’s no big deal.”

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” said a humiliated Jenny, feeling she had no other choice. She then extended her hands forward for the boys.

“No, put your hands behind your back,” said Billy, correcting Jenny’s intentional faux pas.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” answered a deflated Jenny, now complying with the boys’ request.

With that, Tommy produced a few coils of rope and began encircling Jenny’s wrists. Jenny had pleaded with the boys to not make the knots too tight, but that was surprisingly the exact opposite of what the boys had in mind.

“Boys, that’s very tight. Can you loosen the ropes a bit,” said an aching Jenny.

“Actually, we were going to start on your elbows if you don’t mind. Please stop interrupting us or we’ll be forced to gag you too,” said Tommy.

Tommy tossed a length of rope to Billy who proceeded to tie Jenny’s elbows together, resulting in another horrifying scream from Jenny. They boys used the final coil of rope to connect Jenny’s bound wrists with her elbows. Her arms were now welded together behind her back. The boys walked around Jenny admiring their handiwork, and whispering about how Jenny’s breasts hung unencumbered due to her arms now being tightly tied behind her.

Jenny continued to writhe under the ropes, but she was unsuccessful in even loosening them at all. Her only success, and much to the boy’s delight, was that her breasts bounced uncontrollably, and conveniently at their eye levels. In addition, her already brief underwear was now beginning to ride up on her due to all the wriggling and what she initially hoped was only sweat being emitted from her contoured mound.

“Lady, there’s another thing you can help us with if you don’t mind. I mean, it’s the least you can do with us letting you stay here,” asked Tommy.

“I’m afraid to ask, but what would that be,” replied a dejected Jenny.

“We have a dance next week at school, and we were hoping you could show us how to slow dance with a girl,” the gregarious Tommy offered.

“Um okay. I would, but you’ll have to untie me so that I can teach you. I can’t do it while I’m tied-up,” said Jenny, hoping the boys would release her.

“Well, that would violate our rule. Can’t you just show us while you’re tied-up? What’s the big deal,” asked Tommy again.

“Well, I guess….”

“Great! Where do I put my hands,” interrupted Tommy, quickly approaching the still struggling Jenny as Billy watched closely.

“Is here alright?” continued Tommy, placing both of his hands on Jenny’s bare bum, and running them over her smooth flesh to the tops of the backs of her stockings.

“No, not there! On my waist! And watch those hands. I’m all tied up and I’m naked… and you boys aren’t either one,” said Jenny, trying dearly to reason with the boys.

Tommy complied and moved his hands back to Jenny’s bare waist. They began dancing for a couple of minutes, and all seemed well, when all of a sudden, Tommy’s hands again wandered down to Jenny’s arse accompanied by his face being burrowed into Jenny’s ample cleavage.

He began to nuzzle Jenny’s breasts, as well as suck and lick around the sides of her breasts and over her nipples. While Jenny was slightly aroused, she was more in tune with stopping his advances.

“That’s enough! Stop touching me!! This is ridiculous,” screamed Jenny.

A satisfied Tommy backed away when Billy asked the bound Jenny if he could have an opportunity to dance with her, and promised to behave. Jenny agreed, just telling Billy to keep his hands where she could see them. Billy adhered to her demand for a short time, but before long he began groping her as well.

Jenny again began to moan and yell, but Billy wanted his time in the sun. He worked his hands all over her breasts, stocking-clad legs, back and arse, when finally his roaming thumbs rested on either side of the waistband of Jenny’s thong panties, beginning the process of peeling them off.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” shouted a middle-aged policeman with salt-and-pepper hair upon entering the clubhouse.

“Uh, nothing sir, we were just helping this lady wait for her ride is all,” replied Tommy.

“Well, it certainly looks like something is going on. I received a complaint of a woman screaming, and now I see why,” said the officer, completely fixated with this beauty’s predicament.

“Officer, can you please untie me. These naughty boys tied me up, and then they were touching me as well,” pleaded Jenny.

The officer proceeded to walk around Jenny, (slowly of course), making sure not to miss a curve or a detail of Jenny’s tied-up body.

“Please untie me, the ropes are digging into my arms,” said Jenny, hoping she was one step closer to freedom.

The officer then gave an extremely half-hearted attempt to untie Jenny, and said that she would have to accompany him back to the precinct where they could find a knife to cut her loose. Outraged by this decision, Jenny yelled at the officer to make the boys get a knife or scissors from inside the house to untie her.

“No, ma’am. Relax. I think you’ve already caused the boys enough trouble for one night. You can come with me in the cruiser back to the station. We’ll most likely be able to untie you there. It should only be another 45 minutes or so. I just have to respond to a couple more complaints,” stated the officer.

“45 minutes? My husband should be picking me up in about 15 minutes at the train station…,” said Jenny with a concerned, perplexed look on her face.

“You can call him from the station,” interrupted the officer, as he led Jenny out of the clubhouse.

Both Tommy and Billy grabbed Jenny’s soft, helpless butt one more time for good measure on her way out. She squealed in surprise, a dark frown framed on her face.

“Have a good night boys,” said the officer, as he lowered Jenny into the back seat of the cruiser and belted her bound body in. He made sure to “cop” a feel or two for his trouble.

As the patrol car pulled off, Jenny looked out the back window to see Tommy and Billy waving goodbye. It was a night they will forever remember…

Jerome Klapka Jerome They and I

Date: 2015-01-02; view: 691