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By *ceman11 OP Man
over a year ago
San francisco |
A Night in Tunisia - Part 1
It had been a long day at work, and I was tired and driving home in the pouring rain and dark of night. My mind was on autopilot but I was distracted and didn't notice the warning light on the dash. Suddenly I saw steam coming out from under the hood of the car, and by that time it was too late. The engine started knocking so I took the next exit off of the highway. I barely made it as the car became hard to control. At the end of the off ramp there was an open field, so I pulled into that just as the car's engine quit. I tried to start the engine but it was down for the count. I knew I'd have to get towed out of there, so I grabbed my cellphone, only to see that the battery was dead. It was a residential neighborhood, so there were no businesses nearby where there might a phone I could use. I figured I had a long walk in the cold rain on my hands, when I suddenly realized I recognized the neighborhood. I was near the home of Carol, a former co-worker. Carol and I were more than just co-workers, as we had become friends, although we had lost regular contact over the last several years.
I couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I knew the street and I figured Carol's house was about a block or so away. So I got out of the car and started to walk. The field was drenched and extremely muddy, so my shoes and the cuffs of my pants got covered with mud. Of course, the ground wasn't even and I slipped and fell, my knees and hands dropping into the mud, making things even worse. I got up, wiped my hands on my shirt and moved on. All this time the rain was falling hard, drenching me and my clothes. As I navigated the neighborhood, things began to look familiar, and then finally I recognized Carol's house. I was in luck, as the lights were on inside so I knew Carol was home. I was a wet, muddy mess, but I only planned on asking Carol to call Triple-A to send me a tow truck.
When I got to her porch I hesitated. I remembered Carol was quite diligent about keeping her house clean and tidy, and I knew she wouldn't appreciate me tracking mud onto her porch. She can also be quite harsh with those that don't adhere to her high standards. But hoping she would see that I only needed her to make a call, I thought she would overlook my condition given the circumstances. With some small remaining reluctance, I rang her doorbell.
With just a touch of anxiety, I waited for what seemed like an eternity, and then I heard the sharp clicks of shoes, probably high heels, growing louder, and then the doorknob turned and the door opened. Bathed in the light from the porch was Carol, standing in a confident pose as she processed my presence at her doorstep. Carol's image struck me like a bombshell. She was the picture of a woman of elegance and class, her hair perfect and her skin smooth and radiant. She wore a dress that followed her curves from her neckline to just above her knee. It was by no means conservative, as it accentuated her body and displayed her cleavage, but it was also far from slutty. And of course, her feet were embraced by sleek, sultry high heels. It was a sexy and classy look that I had not seen her in before, and it took me aback and robbed me of my speech. Simultaneously, I had feelings of surprise, awe, reverence, fear, and admiration, and I was not able to find words to convey my thoughts.
Carol briefly reacted with surprise as well, the result of my disheveled appearance, but this quickly developed into a look of displeasure and reproach. "Tim Cooper? Is that you? What brings you here at this time of night, and why on earth are you so wet and dirty?" she said. My mouth moved, but still no words came out, as my planned explanation flew from my brain and all I could think about was how
Carol looked standing there and how pathetic I must have looked to her. "Tim, what is the matter with you? Tell me what's going on. You've never come to my house unannounced before!"
So I replied: "Well ... uh ... yes I uh ... my car broke down. It's in pretty bad shape, so I came to you for help".
"Well I don't know anything about fixing cars, Tim. Do you want to call someone?" she asked.
"Yes .. uh .. yes that would be great."
"Well Tim, you are just making a mess out of my porch with the mud all over you, and you are drenched from the rain. Come inside and let's see if we can get you dry and cleaned up a little."
"Are you sure that's OK Carol?" I asked. "Yes Tim," she replied. "Just step into my foyer here. It's tile so I can clean it up easily."
So I stepped into her house, and noticed immediately she had company. Three women, all familiar ex-coworkers as well, were sitting in Carol's living room. They seemed to be chatting among themselves and hardly noticed I was inside.
"Ladies," Carol called to her guests, "guess who is here paying us a visit? You might remember him - Tim Cooper from our old office!"
"Hi Tim!" , "Hello Tim" I heard the women exclaim nearly in unison. "Are you going to join our little party?"
"Yes Teri" Carol replied, "He'll be joining us very shortly, after I get him cleaned up. He was busy outside getting wet and muddy."
"But Carol" I said, " I really can't stay. I need to call a tow truck so I can get the car to a mechanic".
"Nonsense, Tim. There are no mechanics open at this hour. And you owe me a little of your time after interrupting my dinner party".
" Alright Carol, so should I go get cleaned up in the bathroom?" I asked.
"No, you'll just get my new carpet dirty. I can't have you walking through the house that way. So, just stand right where you are and get those clothes off."
"What? Take my clothes off right here?"
"Yes, clothes off and just leave them on the floor. I'll put them in the wash and they'll be ready in no time."
Sure I was not comprehending her request, I said "Carol, your guests ... the ladies ... there's no privacy!"
"Now listen Tim, I'm not going to say this again. We've discussed this in the past. In my house, you are to do as you are told. So, take your clothes off right now!"
And then suddenly I remembered. How could I forget? Yes, Carol and I were more than just former co-workers. More, even, than simply friends. Years back, we went through a period of flirtation, teasing. It started out very innocent, but we developed a rapport that allowed each of us to explore a kinkier side to our sexual inclinations. It came in the form of very explicit discussion of fantasies, usually during lunch dates. Gradually, the topics of discussion gravitated in a direction where Carol's role was increasingly dominant, and mine very submissive. We discussed kinky and explicit sexual scenarios that we imagined in our minds. The reality was, we never really acted these out, but we dithered on the edge, sometimes allowing hands to wander towards erogenous zones. A few times, we even found excuses for Carol to administer playful over-the-knee spankings. Both of us were fully clothed, but the spankings were intensely erotic nonetheless. The sessions stopped eventually as we both had life changes that made getting together difficult, however, not before we had forged very concrete roles and had built up an extremely high level of sexual tension. And it was these memories, and this tension, that were now flooding back to me.
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