| Bibliotek by John Writer |
The bicycle tour part 1 |
Del 2 Fantasier |
| It was one of the first really
warm days of May. I had been planning for some days and
Carol had been more than curious. When I parked the car
at the end of a narrow gravel road, deep in the Swedish
forest, she looked at me in anticipation and anxiety. - John, this is very far from everything, she said. I smiled at her in the way I know gets her worried. - Come my dear, the sun is shining and we just got here. I got out of the car, helped her out and gave her a big hug, squeezing her slender body tightly against mine. She was shorter than me and I could feel how she was balancing on her tip toes to reach to kiss my neck. I enjoyed the fresh scent of her hair, then leaned forward and kissed her deeply. - Now I want you to strip for me, I whispered in her ear. I could feel a quiver of excitement shake her body as she freed herself from my arms. She slowly walked backwards one tiny step at a time. Her big blue eyes sparkled at me as she stopped ten feet away and started to dance slowly to herself. I sat down on the grass in the middle of the gravel road and enjoyed. She was wearing a thin summer dress in off white. It was wide from her waist down, but closer fitting on her torso. It was laced down the front. She started to play with her slender fingers through her long blond hair, releasing it from the pony tail it had been bound into. As the curls fell free her hair reached almost to her waist. Next her fingers went down on her chest where they started to undo the lacing in her dress. Inch by inch she loosened the lacing, slowly opening her dress. Under it she wore nothing and I could se her small firm breasts being exposed to the hot sun and the heat of my gaze. When the lacing was opened as far as it would go, she pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall softly from her body. As the dress landed in a heap around her feet I looked in appreciation. Even though she was short, her legs looked long and slender, her waist was so gracefully thin that I always got the impression I could reach around it with my hands. She was still wearing a pair of white panties, bobby socks and light textile shoes. She made a pause to let me tell her it was alright, but I didn't. After a few moments she placed her hands over her breasts and caressed them, pinching her nipples lightly, Then she let her hands work their way down and outwards until they rested on her hips. She placed one thumb inside the soft strings of her panties on each hip and started to pull downwards. As she wiggled her hips, pulling her panties down her pubic mound slowly was bared to my eyes. It was as soft and white as the rest of her, shaven clean all the way. She went on until she had stepped out of her underwear as well. I kept waiting. - Do I have to take off my shoes? The ground is so prickly. I said nothing, but gave her another of those smiles. She said nothing more, but unlaced her shoes and stepped out of them, pulling her socks off. - Good girl, I said, now blindfold yourself. I tossed her a long piece of black silk and watched as she carefully folded it into a four inches wide shred. Her big clear blue eyes met mine in a moment of yielding and begging. She knew I had planned something special, but she didn't know what and she would have liked to beg me to be gentle with her. I gave her a broad smile and said nothing to comfort her as she closed her eyes and blindfolded herself. I got up and walked around her a few times, letting her know I examined her body in every detail. Then I got a dog collar and a leash from the car. I placed the collar around her neck and took the leash in my hand. Pulling lightly I started to walk along a narrow, barely visible path between the high dark spruces. After about two hundred yards we reached an opening in the woods. There was the ruins of an old cottage and a few acres of meadows. Directly in front of the old cottage was a small yard where grass had conquered the earlier gravel. That's where we headed. In the middle of the yard I had driven down an iron pole with an eyelet in the top. In a specially designed stand stood a bicycle, waiting for us. Without delay I led Carol to the bike and made her mount. She sighed as she felt the specially designed saddle between her legs. I had purchased a soft penis shaped latex dildo that I had attached to the bikes saddle. As Carol got up I helped her to get the dildo inserted properly and saw to it that the little tongue at the base of the dildo was in place touching her clit. - John you rascal, what is this? - You just wait my dear. I'll show it all to you shortly and you'll have plenty of time to learn how it works. This didn't calm her so I quickly placed her hands on the handle bar. At each end I had welded an eyelet. To each of the eyelets I had locked a pair of steel handcuffs. I now placed a cuff on each of her slender wrists and tightened them securely. She was now stuck to the bike and was to surprised to offer any resistance as I cuffed her ankles to the pedals. Now I was certain she would go nowhere and took my time as I picked a thin nylon rope and rebound her hair in a ponytail. I then used the string to stretch her ponytail backwards attaching it to the luggage carrier of the bike. Next I tied a loop on another string and placed it on her left nipple. I tightened it so I would be certain it stayed in place. I then tied the other end of the string to the eyelet of the steering rod. I adjusted it so that she would have to lean slightly forward. I then did her right nipple the same way. I the adjusted the string from her ponytail to the luggage carrier so that she had to keep her head up. The arrangement had two purposes: By leaning forward her clit put more pressure on the little tongue at the base of the dildo. It would also make it painful for her if she started to sway during her ride. I stepped back for a moment letting her fantasy work and guess what was to come. I was feeling very pleased with my work and was rather turned on by her careful exploration of her situation. I then moved closer letting my fingers wander across her naked body. Then I removed her blindfold. She blinked a few times trying to get used to the strong sunlight. I didn't give her time to look around. - Now my dear, you will amuse us both by taking a bicycle tour. As you have already realised, you are safely bound to a bike. You have also noticed that you can't put your feet down, so if you don't keep speed and balance, you will fall. I will help you get started, then I'll attach this wire to that pole. I showed her a steel wire that was attached to the bike. It was about thirty feet long and had a safety hook in the other end. I also pointed out the pole in the middle of the yard. - This arrangement will keep you on course so that you can take a long good ride in a small circle where I can enjoy you without effort. Now shall we? She started to protest, but I pulled the bike from its stand and she had to concentrate on keeping her balance. I walked her towards the pole, while her chained legs automatically started to tramp. Her swaying told her how her nipples were connected to the steering bar and she cried to me to stop. I didn't. Slowly she started to get going, her speed increased a little and her course got steadier. Before I let her go with a final push I flicked the switch of the vibrator. She immediately discovered the dual function of the dildo, itself vibrating and the little tongue rattling, pressed against her clit. When she tried to release the pressure by leaning backwards, her nipples were stretched. - Oh John You... - Save your breath, you're going to need it. With a helpless whine she was off on her own. I kept the wire stretched and hooked it to the pole. I then got out of her way, ignoring her comments on my imagination and started to get comfortable in a beach chair that I had brought earlier. Leaning backwards, stretching my legs out I placed my hands behind my neck and relaxed to enjoy the ride... John Writer |
| Bibliotek by John Writer |
The bicycle tour part 1 |
Del 2 Fantasier |