Rendezvous With Serendipity Ch 3 – by bonkgirl (M/f, blackmail, humil, nc)

The door to Steve’s shed was unlocked and ajar when I gently pushed it open. “You’re late,” he said, without looking up from washing his hands in an oil and paint-stained stainless steel laundry tub just inside the door. I started to apologize but he cut me short, telling me to “strip!” He sounded definite about it and I immediately reached for the small pearly buttons of my blouse, my trembling fingers fumbling quickly with each until I was able to slip it quickly from my shoulders. There wasn’t much else to remove; just my skirt, which dropped silently the moment the button holding it at my waist was undone.

“You smell disgusting!” he said, wiping his hands and forearms dry after washing them in the large tub. I’d been acutely aware of the odor but it felt like a blow in the stomach to be so bluntly reminded of it. Steve told me to climb up onto the bench next to the laundry tub; to climb into it and sit there while it filled with warm water. It felt strange, sitting there naked with the water rising around me. I watched silently as Steve turned his attention to my skirt and blouse, bundled them up in his arms and disappeared out to the back of his shed.

When he returned the tub was still filling. He stood beside me not saying anything; just staring absently into the clear, warm water rising up around my naked body. A minute or two more passed silently before he reached around me to turn off the taps. For one brief second I thought he was going to try and kiss me and I held my breath nervously hoping he wouldn’t. He didn’t, but his arms lingered either side of my shoulders; his hands eventually reaching for bar of soap, retrieving it from a shelf just behind my head.

I couldn’t stop myself from shaking as he gently wrapped one arm around the back of my shoulder and reached down into the shallow water to moisten the soap he held in his other hand. He splashed a little water up onto me and then proceeded to caress me with the soap, beginning down under the water around my feet and ankles and working his way slowly up over my knees and then further up my thighs.

Not a word was spoken as Steve gently pressed the soap between my thighs. It was a reflex action to relax them and allow him unhindered access to my pussy which he started to massage and caress with the smooth, slipperiness of the soap. I gasped quietly under my breath as he concentrated his efforts, rubbing the bar firmly against the front of my pelvic bone and grinding the soap against my clitoris in the process.

I squirmed and writhed in the sudsy water trying to keep the pressure away from my clitoris but his arm around my shoulder held me firm. It didn’t take very much of this vigorous rubbing before my hips slid forward and my knees dropped open as far as the sides of the tub would allow. I felt thoroughly ashamed of myself, but I couldn’t help it. I felt trapped between his strong, hairy arms and the more I thought about how inescapable the pleasure was, the more aroused I became until sounds of my own moaning began loudly filling my ears; sounds which filled the empty quietness of Steve’s shed.

I became delirious; my eyes filling with tears as I begged him to stop while at the same time thrashing about in a wild, uncontrolable state of rapture each time he penetrated me with the bar of soap. His free hand worked its way around and under my arm; his large, strong hand cupping one of my breasts fully; his rough fingers pinching the tender, swollen bud of its nipple. I’d never felt such mind-numbing pleasure. It was like he had eight arms and every one of them had hold of a nerve ending that sent immediate, powerful charges of energy to my clitoris.

I don’t usually make any noise when orgasming; the sound of my own voice making such sounds frightens me and fills me with deep embarrassment. But I couldn’t hold back the throaty, choked noises any longer and once I’d let go of my self control, the room seemed to resound with a noise that I couldn’t imagine was coming from within me. It was an animal noise; a garbled, jibberish sound like nothing I’d ever made before.

It became too much and with both hands I grabbed Steve’s muscular arm; the one frigging me with the soap. I couldn’t even focus my tear filled eyes on him as I thrashed about in the tub, shrieking like a banshee. He was grinning at me; mocking me for displaying such orgiastic, depraved pleasure. My bottom lip quivered; my mouth opened and closed like a goldfish trying to gulp air. When he stuffed the bar of soap right into my pussy, I spasmed wildly and tried clambering up his arm. Not to escape, but to try and get to my handbag. I wanted to show him the large black dildo; I wanted him to fuck me with it instead of the soap, which felt small and insignificant by comparison. My mind was spinning out of control. I felt a desperate craving to have his cock in my mouth again; to reciprocate the sublime pleasure he was giving me. Simply put, I wanted it all!

The orgasm he set off in me almost knocked me unconscious, such was its impact. However, once my body determined there was nothing left to to give, I broke down into a tearful fit of giggles; not knowing whether to laugh or sob fitfully with the abject shame I suddenly felt. What was worse was the sudden realization there was no rational explanation for the way I’d reacted. It was all purely basic; an animal instinct; it was his power to bring me off like that; to make me feel dirty; to make me feel like some cheap, trailer park whore.

There’s much more to this story and what’s happened in the hours since then, but I’m back in my office now trying to make sense of everything before heading home, back to my husband and the life I used to know but which now feels suddenly distant…

— ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.