Now I Have To Kidnap You (Inspired by one of the sexiest things a woman has ever said to me. It's a shame it didn't work out.) "Now I have to kidnap you." She sighed, as my hands kneaded the knots in her shoulders and back. I grinned and squeezed her slightly with my thighs, laughing softly. "You think I'm kidding." She breathed. "I think I wonder what you'd say if I said that kind of excited me." She shifted underneath me and pouted. "You stopped massaging." "Sorry." I said, and continued my ministrations. Her sigh of pleasure turned into a groan. "Oh God you're good at this. Seriously I'm never letting you leave." Laughing again, I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "And how are you going to do that?" "Mmm." She frowned thoughtfully, then pouted. "I don't know." She admitted. "Does it really excite you?" "Yes." I admitted. "Does that freak you out?" "No," she said, shifting again. Her sexy, voluptuous body relaxing under me. We had met online, and we'd only seen each other in real life for the first time tonight. Somehow we wound up on her bed, and suddenly I was giving her a back rub. "Mmmm," she sighed. "But I still don't know how I'd do it." "Well," I said, pausing as my fingers touched a particularly sensitive spot and she whimpered. Damn that was sexy. "There's a few ways you could do it." "Oh yeah?" she giggled. Her hands reached back and gripped my thighs. "But if you tell me, it won't be a surprise will it?" "Mmm, good point. But you have a good imagination. I'm sure you can think of something." She smiled again, and turned, so she was on her back, facing me. Her arms slid up around my waist, pulling me down to her. "I suppose I'd have to tie you up." she whispered, squeezing me tightly. Her large breasts pressed against me delightfully. Her arms were surprisingly strong. "Is that the tightest you can hold me?" I challenged her. "No." she growled. "THIS is." And she squeezed me so tight I grunted as the air was forced out of my lungs. "I bet I could hold you so tight you couldn't get loose." she said, half challenging me, and half to herself it seemed. I didn't say anything, just gripped her shoulders and tried to push up away from her. I heard one or two of my vertebra pop, but her arms didn't give an inch. "Wow that felt good." I muttered. "But you know I'm still not feeling all that restrained. I mean, my arms are free." She growled playfully, and then suddenly flipped me onto my back. "Did I tell you I was on the wrestling team in high school?" she asked. I soon found my arms pinned to my sides, her arms once again wrapped so tightly around me that it was a struggle just to breathe. Her body weight on top of me made me feel even more trapped. It turned me on like few other things have. "How about now baby?" she asked. "Still think you can get away? Cause I don't think you're going anywhere." I squirmed, trying to get my arms free, or at least manage to move her enough so I wasn't directly beneath her anymore. I failed on both counts. "Can't move?" she cooed. "I've got you now, you're all mine." "I could still call for helmmmmppppphhhh!" She cut me off, seizing my mouth with hers. Her lips formed an air tight seal around mine, and her tongue filled my mouth. The kiss only increased in pressure and passion, lasting so long I thought I might pass out from pleasure. Or from lack of oxygyn. When she finally released my mouth, she giggled as I gasped for breath. "What was that baby?" she asked teasingly. "I didn't quite get that. And that's only one of the ways I could keep you quiet. I could cover your mouth with my hands too. Would you like that? I bet you'd like it if I blocked your mouth with my breasts. Good luck calling for help with a mouthful of tit." She ground her hips against me, no doubt feeling my erection pressing against her. "All, all those sound very effective." I managed to gasp. "Oh yeah." She said, satisfied. "I got your number now little boy. You're mine, and I'm gonna keep you. Keep you nice and quiet, and you won't be able to escape, or even move. The only time I'll let you loose is so you can give me more of those wonderful massages." She was driving me wild, talking like that. Keeping me restrained. My squirming was as much with ecstasy as anything else. I tried to get loose again, just to feel as helpless as I could. I may have overplayed my hand though. To my disappointment, she loosened her grip, allowing me to free my arms. On the other hand, that gave me the opportunity to touch her. I love it when a woman strokes my hair, and face, well pretty much anywhere on my body really. So I made it a point to do the same for her. I was rewarded with a pleased sigh, and a thorough, if less aggressive kiss. She guided one of my hands under her shirt, to caress her breasts. My other arm continued to play with her hair while we kissed. One of her arms stayed wrapped around me, but she shifted her weight, so she was lying on her side next to me instead of on top. She draped one leg over my waist, and then her other hand slid down my stomach and she began to massage my cock through my pants. After who knows how many minutes of this, she whispered; "What are you thinking about?" A crass 'I want you to put your hand down my pants' crossed my mind, but that's not what I said. I didn't say anything for a minute because let's be honest, in those types of circumstances, a guy often has no idea what he was thinking about. "I was thinking about you kidnapping me." "Really?" Had she thought that was just a passing pillow talk thing? "I'm thinking about your arms wrapped around me, keeping me prisoner. You lying on top of me, pinning me down." She bit her bottom lip, looking both intrigued, and uncertain. "And," I took her hand, "About how you said you could keep me quiet by putting your hand over my mouth." I let the tips of my fingers play along the back of her hand (which by the way was how our kissing started in the first place) and then kissed her palm. She took the hint nicely. She pressed her palm against my pursed lips, and gripped with her fingers. She didn't hold it very tightly, but firmly enough to give me a thrill. "Mmmmm." She looked down at me with wonder in her eyes. "I don't...I honestly don't know what to make of you." she said. "I've never met anyone who was into this. I didn't even know I might be until tonight." Then she pouted. "It's a shame you have to leave." My coming here had been a very spur of the moment thing. And I actually had somewhere I needed to be the next day. "You've given me a lot to think about." she whispered. "Now let me give you something to think about." ***** We kept up correspondence over the next couple of weeks, but due to the distance we didn't see each other. Finally she sent me a text saying she wanted, in fact, was determined, to spend the weekend with me. I'm gonna kidnap you and keep you prisoner the whole time. So make your excuses baby you're mine. I'm gonna grab you, and I'm gonna tie you up. And I'm gonna gag you, and blindfold you and take you away. I think I should have put the excuses line at the end of that, but you get the idea. Woah. Best text ever! I quickly checked my schedule and was pleased to see this would work soon. So I texted back my pleased submission to her scheme. She'd really put some thought into this. She didn't want me to come to her. That wouldn't have been as much fun. At the same time, just coming to get me might be too public. Don't worry baby, I know just the place. I took the bus out to the end of the line, which happened to be close to a park. As per instructions, I called her when I got to the parking lot. "Okay, take the blue trail and follow my directions." The cloak and dagger was turning me on, I'll admit. Knowing she was lurking in those woods somewhere waiting to pounce set my pulse racing. I was on the trail for I don't know how long, probably not as long as it seemed, and I was even starting to feel like a hunted animal. And I think I liked it. "Okay there's a turn off coming up on your left. It's marked with a red blaze. Take that for ten paces, I'm waiting for you there." She hung up, and I started looking for the turn off. I saw a turn off, but it wasn't marked. I called her back to make sure. "Sure that's it. Can't you see me?" "What? No I can't-" She leaped from the right side of the path and clamped her big, soft hand over my mouth. Tighter than before. Tight liked she meant it. Her hand was so big it even covered my nose. Her other hand snatched my phone from me. "You won't need that any more my dear." she growled in my ear. She pulled me off balance, dragging me back into the trees. After shoving my phone in her jacked pocket, she coiled her arm around my waist, pinning my arms and crushing me against her. Her arm was like an anaconda, squeezing me just like I remembered, and been imagining since saying goodbye to her. She dragged me out of sight of the path then released me, only long enough to spin me around and push me up against a tree. With one hand she trapped both my wrists behind me. Her other hand took hold of the back of my head as she kissed me hungrily. She growled savagely as she did it, using the tree as leverage to grind against me. "I've been dreaming of this for weeks." she gasped, coming up for air. "Me toommmmppphh." She shifted her grip, shoving my head between her large, soft yet firm breasts. "Try to call for help now little man." she giggled. So I did. I can't say I necessarily tried as hard as I really could have. But after a bit she again released me. My head anyway. She still held my wrists, but she backed away a bit to get a good look at me. "Okay." she said at last. "Okay. Focus. Gotta get you out of here." "Right." I agreed. "How-" Her hand closed over my face again. "Shhhhhhhh." "Mmph." "Good boy." She turned me back towards the tree, holding me against it, one hand again pinioning my wrists. Her other hand shoved something soft into my mouth. She held it there with her hand, then pressed herself tightly against me again. This time it was her body holding my wrists. I could probably have gotten loose, but all she needed was just enough time to wrap a scarf tightly around my mouth and over my nose several times. Then she backed up enough that I could turn my head to look at what she was doing. I hadn't noticed that big tote bag before. From it, she took a coil of black cotton rope. "Hmmp, hmmp!" I called softly, just for effect, as she wound the rope around my wrists, binding as tightly as she dared. Which was just tight enough. "I've been studying." she cooed into my ear, giving it a kiss. "The internet is a wonderful resource." Next, she wrapped rope around my chest and upper arms. Then she pulled a thin, but long dark poncho out of the back, which she draped over me, effectively hiding my bonds. "One last touch." That last touch turned out to be a blindfold, topped with thick sunglasses. I gave a worried mumble, but she shushed me reassuringly. Then she wrapped her strong arm around my waist. "Trust me babe. I won't steer you wrong." She led me, presumably back down the path, but I got so turned around, we could have gone a different way. And eventually we arrived at her car. She helped me sit down in the passenger seat, and then she untied my arms. "I'm not sure I want you sitting there with your arms behind you like that." she explained. But that didn't mean I was free. She wrapped the rope back around my wrists, this time securing them in my lap, then tied me to the seat. "We're not going straight home." she said, starting the car. "That's way too long a drive and I just don't fucking want to wait that long." I laughed with her, and twitched when she gripped my thigh. "And you know, I think we may need to have a talk at the end of the weekend. We live so far away from each other, that if we're gonna have any kind of lasting relationship...well, I may have to kidnap you for real. "But, we can figure that out later." "Mmmp." I agreed. One way or the other, we lived happily ever after. The End