Under Tight Wraps
Lindsay wants private attention for a mall's security guard, Kevin, but he rebuffs her sexually explicit text messages. When she figures out that he may be a control freak, she realizes how to seduce him. It starts with confessing to him that she's a bad girl in need of punishment. That stokes his interest, and it leads Lindsay and him on a path towards bondage in an shuttered department store ... More
Lindsay wants private attention for a mall's security guard, Kevin, but he rebuffs her sexually explicit text messages. When she figures out that he may be a control freak, she realizes how to seduce him. It starts with confessing to him that she's a bad girl in need of punishment. That more than stokes his interest, and it leads Lindsay and him on a path towards kinky bondage in an shuttered department store.
WARNING! This 3500+ word short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of consensual sex and bondage using industrial shrink wrap. It is intended only for mature readers over the age of 18.
I had grown desperate for Kevin Blunt’s attention, so I started sexting him pictures of my crotch. Kevin worked as a security guard at the local – and only -- mall in my relatively barren rural county, and that seemed like the only place I could meet or see him. The last time I had him, I was bent over diaper changing table in the men’s bathroom while having an impromptu threesome. My friend Jimmy had to leave town for a funeral, and that left the mall’s beefy security guard as the only chance I might easily have of chasing boredom away in the demented XXX way that I wanted.
The pictures were meant as a way of luring him into restroom again and “admonish” me for my lewdness – just like last time. Only, I think he played hard to get. The first picture came as a simple up-skirt shot with the accompanying message of I’m not wearing panties! When I got no response, I tried to escalate things. I sent him pics of me rubbing my pussy and sinking two fingers into myself. When I truly got desperate, I snuck my vibrator out my house in my purse. I eased that between my spread legs, snapped a photo on my cell phone, and wrote I wish this was your fucking cock. After hitting send, I returned to the food court for a cup of coffee and obsessed over my cell phone. I got no return messages at first. I did, however, see him walking around the mall, looking flustered – and looking like he was trying to conceal a clearly evident bulge in his pants. Still, he wouldn’t look at me directly. So, I decided to try a different avenue with him. I picked up my phone and typed out: Sorry for being a bad girl in YOUR mall. I should be punished.
That got his attention for sure. He stopped walking away and “pretended” to be interested in store window display. Only, I could tell he was looking at me from the corner of his eye. My phone dinged, and looked at the incoming message. Yes, you should be. That’s when I realized how I could get to him. Sure, ever since I first fucked him, we had become casual internet friends, but trying to seduce always ended up in failure. Now, I realized he was slightly a bit of a control freak – he was the mall’s rent-a-cop, after all. So, I played into that hard. Perhaps he was just the type of guy that didn’t like girls being too forward? However, the flurry of messages that followed set up the deliciously sick and gleefully events to come. He’d walked into his office, and once his thumbs grew tired of texting, he phoned. I went to the bathroom for some privacy, and we laid out exactly what to do ...
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