I looked in the mirror and smiled despite the growing
apprehension that was gripping my stomach. I'm not the most confident person on the planet but I could see I was looking good. I don't think I'm particularly unattractive but I don't think I'm particularly pretty either - just average. I had used a new conditioner and my long black hair was silkier and smoother than usual. I had, for once, left it out instead of tying it up as I usually did.

Normally I didn't bother much with make-up but I had made an effort today. Nothing drastic, just a subtle highlighting of the eye and some lip gloss. My dark hair framed my small face and for a moment I worried that it made me look to childish, but I quickly
discarded that idea. If I carried myself the right way it would just add to my new, confident look.

As good as I was feeling about myself, I was still a little uncomfortable with my clothes. They were much more revealing than my usual attire, a skirt that only reached mid-thigh and a white top, the lattice of which showed the curves of my breasts. I considered putting on a bra but it would show. Anyway, what did it really matter what I wore? My clothes weren't staying on for long.

I decided to just go before I could worry anymore. I brushed my hair quickly, added one final retouch to my lip gloss and left. I had to ask several people before I could find the hotel, trying to make out Rob's hasty scrawl at the same time. I tried not to think of what was coming up, afraid that I would lose my nerve and turn back. But at the same time, I knew my fears were
unjustified, I wasn't going to turn back, I had been having fantasies about threesomes since I was a teenager and finally, the oppurtunity had arisen.

Me and Rob had been going out for a year and although the sex was still good, we had both decided we wanted to try something new. We fell upon the idea of a threesome when he had mentioned one of his friends who took part in them regularly - the friend who was joining us today. I was slightly worried about what he looked like, but Rob had convinced me that he was good looking. He hadn't gone in to detail, but assured me
there was nothing to worry about.

Once I started thinking about it, almost all the apprehension left me and I barely paused through the remainder of the journey, checking in and going to the hotel room. Rob answered, looking relieved to see me. He looked excited and nervous at the same time, probably mirroring my expression. His brown eyes,
black hair and tan skin all complimented each other and his nervousness made him look even hotter.

"I thought you weren't coming for a minute," he said. Looking me up and down, his eyes widened at my clothes. He ran his hand through my hair and smiled.

"You look.... wow..." He said, sliding his hands onto my waist and smiling. I grinned at him and we kissed.

"I've got a surprise," he said, still grinning at me. I knew that look on his face. He had grinned like thatbefore, the time he had "surprised" me with a dildo, the time we had... experimented... with chocolate sauce.

He picked up a box from a nearby chair and led me over to the king sized bed. As I sat down, he opened the box and my eyes widened when I saw it contained bondage ropes and a blindfold.

"Rob... I," I started, but he cut me off by pressing a finger to my lips.

"You know I won't do anything you don't want me to, and I won't hurt you." He said, his brown eyes sparkling in the light.

"I know you wouldn't but, your friend...." I bit my lip, worry crossing my face.

"I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, Lisa." He looked almost hurt.

I thought about it for a moment. I had tried bondage with my last boyfriend. Nothing serious, we had just tied eachother's hands to the bedpost and teased eachother. The teasing had been worth it, frustrating as it was, each orgasm as powerful as the previous one. I had decided then I definitely wanted to do it
again.

"Ok... just promise you won't do anything too sudden?" I was thinking of the blindfold now.

"It goes without saying," he said.

He kissed me softly and we wrapped our arms around each other, enjoying the closeness. He lowered me down and positioned himself half on me, half on the bed, leaving his left hand free to untie the lattice of my top. As he pulled it over my head, his hand brushed my nipple and they both hardened, making me realise how turned on I was already. He carressed my breasts and stomach, making me sigh and moan softly as I lifted his shirt off and trailed my fingernails lightly down his back. My skirt came next, our touches becoming faster as our urgency grew.

I pulled his trousers off and felt his cock half erect already as it touched my thigh, making me groan and I moved my hand from his back on to it. As I rubbed it grew harder, his breath came faster and I felt myself growing wetter.

"Not yet," he whispered at last, taking off my panties and leaving me completely naked. He pushed his torso up, his palms resting on the bed and, as he pulled the box towards him, I felt like a
virgin again.

He lifted one of the ropes out and smiled reassuringly at me. I moved my hands to the bed posts and he tied them up, followed my my legs. I was already feeling vulnerable but as the blindfold tightened around my head and the world plunged in to blackness, I felt helpless. But as I heard his shallow breathing,
imagining him looking over me with his cock hard, I grew wetter still.

As if sensing my thoughts, I felt the bed shift as he lowered himself on to my, kissing my lips then down to my breasts. He licked circles around the nipples before sucking on them, lightly then harder.

"Rob..." I moaned softly as his fingers found my slit and began sliding through my wetness. My clit was aching to be touched and I spread my legs wider, urging his fingers inside. He moved two fingers slowly around my pussy lips then deeper, brushing around my clit and making my back arch but never touching it. My frustration grew but I was getting more turned on every second. He moved closer still and I moaned his name,