Lake Dstrict Holiday (part 2) - Sex Stories

Lake Dstrict Holiday (part 2)

I awoke first to the rain on my body, before I realised I was naked. Then the pain in my head hit me – a crushing, paralysing headache, like the mother of all hangovers. Pain so intense I could hardly open my eyes. I heard the rustling of leaves and then hot breath on my skin. I heard panting (panting?) and tried to open my eyes against the pain, tried to shield my eyes from the dappled sunlight but I couldn’t move my hands. “Geordie!” A voice in the distance. I tried to open my eyes, tried to move my hands, pulling my arms in, I felt a burning pain at my wrists. My eyes open a crack against the pain in my head, I saw ropes tying my wrists together and – what? – I was tied around a small tree. I opened my eyes wider and realised I was naked. Completely naked, and lying on a woodland floor. My head was still pounding. I felt that hot breath again, and raindrops and something else: something rough against my leg. Sandpaper? “Geordie!” The voice, was it a little closer? I tried to stand up; it was really hard, with my hands bound and my head hurting the way it did. I worked out that I’d have to hold onto the tree and use it to lift myself up. First I got to my knees, and then pulled myself to standing. I looked down and saw a dog, a greyhound, at my feet, licking my calf. I was cold and naked, and my head was pounding. What the hell was going on? “Geordie! There you are.” The voice was much closer now. Right next to me in fact. “What the hell?” he said. “My sentiments exactly.” ...

... “What are you doing here?” “Precisely what I’d like to know.” I blinked and opened my eyes, looking at a vaguely familiar man holding a dog’s lead and trying to attach it to the greyhound’s collar. Through the pain in my head, I realised I’d seen him when Saul and I had been in the woods. This was the same dog who’d found Jen and Mike in flagrante – and the same owner. !!! I was facing him, the tree to which I was bound standing between us. He was past his original surprise and was now looking me up and down, enjoying the view of my naked (and damp) form. Thank God it was summer, or I’d have been freezing my arse off. The silence continued and all I could hear was water – the rain on the leaves of the trees around us, and the sound of a stream over rocks. Could I be close to where Saul and I had been the other day? That would make sense, especially since the dog-walker had turned up. But I couldn’t remember a thing. I wasn’t sure if that was because of amnesia, or just the headache I was suffering. “You look like you could use a little help,” said the man. But I didn’t like the way he licked his lips. He was in his fifties, and really didn’t seem to be looking after himself. He had a belly on him, and a couple of days of beard; and this wasn’t the first day he’d worn that shirt, or those trousers. “Yes please,” I replied. “Could you untie me?” “I could,” he said. I gulped, “I’d be very grateful.” That made him smile – well, it was more of a leer. He circled me, never taking ...