Sophie had spent the last five days in a state of constant confusion. She tormented herself over her lustful encounter with the handsome and mysterious stranger she knew only as Zach. She didn't even know if that was his real name, yet she had brazenly and willingly given herself to him. She had even been to his flat, without paying any real attention to exactly where it was.
When she had emerged from the store room at "The Lime Tree", she was shocked to discover Zach had gone. He had earlier invited her to spend the night with him and she fully expected to. The attraction between them was fiercely intense, but it had also unwittingly triggered a battle for supremacy. Sophie had managed to assert her dominance over him during their first torrid sex session at his flat. But she knew she had given him the upper hand when she allowed herself to be taken from behind like a cheap slut inside that store room.
She desperately wanted to regret her actions, but she knew she'd had little control over them. Allowing herself to be fucked bareback for the first time in her life - twice! Allowing a stranger to pump her unprotected pussy full of cum with no thought for the implications afterwards.
The evening had gone by in a lust-fuelled blur. She could remember nothing about the conversations she'd had with her friends after Zach had disappeared. Now she had no way of contacting Zach - and felt torn as to whether she should even try. Should she allow someone into her life who had so swiftly made her crush her moral compass? She had never felt more alive than in those few hours. But the strength and intensity of her feelings left her trembling. She liked to live an ordered life, to be in control. Here was a man who had made her act with reckless abandon - and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him were she to encounter him again.
For three days after their first meeting, Sophie was drawn to "The Lime Tree" after work. Each time she had worn a slick trouser suit in case she did she meet Zach - perhaps consciously wanting to avoid letting him have easy access to her pussy. On each occasion she felt a mixture of superficial relief and intense inner disappointment when he was nowhere to be seen. It was obvious to her that she should forget him, focus on her life, her friends, her job.
But instead, after her third fruitless visit to the bar, she found herself in a cab, asking the driver to help her find the property she had visited so briefly for sex.
The driver was happy; he knew this would be a very profitable exercise, being asked to comb the nearby residential areas for a Victorian terrace when there were thousands of such properties in the area. It was dark and after 20 minutes, Sophie glanced at the meter - £35.00. What was she doing? She asked the cabbie how far it was to the station. "Just up the end of the road and left," he said. She asked him to pull over, got out and paid him, chastising herself for acting in such an impulsive way.
Just then her phone rang. Private number. She answered it.
"Sophie? It's Zach," came the voice at the other end.
Sophie's heart pounded at hearing his voice. She took a breath and did her utmost to sound cool and detached. "Hi," she said. "How did you get my number?"
"Your friend Tess gave it to me at the bar the other night. Sorry I haven't called you but I've been busy."
Sophie said nothing. Where was this going?
"Look, you're probably annoyed with me about the other night. I don't blame you. Something came up. But I'd love to make it up to you. How do you fancy coming round to the flat tomorrow night?"
Sophie felt a twinge of disappointment. Part of her knew she should walk away from this right now but the side of her that had so willingly taken Zach's cock deep inside her twice was desperate that he should invite her round right now.
"I could do, it just depends on what's happening with work," she lied, keeping her options open.
"Ok, no problem. I'll text you my address and you can let me know. I'd love to see you."
With that, Zach hang up and a minute later the text arrived, this time with his number displayed. Sophie read the address, checked the location on a search engine and was stunned to see that she was actually in the right street right now. In fact she was just 10 houses or so away from Zach's flat!
What an opportunity to turn the tables, thought Sophie, her pussy moistening at the thought of surprising him.
She strode down the street, instantly recognising the front door, sheltered from the main street by hedges on three sides. She remembered that Zach's bedroom was the room at the front of the property. The blinds were partially open and Sophie noticed there was a small lamp dimly lighting the room. She carefully peered in and was stunned by what she saw.
A woman was naked on the bed, blindfolded. Her hands were cuffed loosely to the bed frame - although Sophie noticed that she could easily get out of them if she wanted to. Clearly this girl didn't want to go anywhere. Sophie was horrified and knew that she should leave immediately and forget everything...but part of her was intrigued. Who the hell was this girl? She was facing away from the window, writhing on the bed. Her legs were wide open, displaying her slick shaved pussy.
