The Guessing Game - Part I - Sex Stories

The Guessing Game - Part I

Kayla examined herself in front of the mirror, twisting her hips and watching her skirt shimmer as it caught the light. It clung tightly to her body and ended just a few inches below her perfectly rounded ass. Dashing on a bit of red lipstick, she was ready for her night out. The sound of the doorbell announced the arrival of her friends, who had so far kept her in the dark about where they were taking her. The front hall was alight with laughter and chatter at she pulled on her thigh high boots. “Are you guys going to tell me what is going on yet?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at Melina and Daphne. The two shared a conspiratorial look but shook their heads and, smiling slyly, each took one of her arms and led her outside. Waiting in the driveway was a sleek, black stretch limo, engine purring as it idled. Before the driver could open the door for them, Melina raised a hand, signalling for him to wait. Then she turned to Kayla, pulling a black strip of silk from her purse. “Hold still,” she ordered. Bewildered, Kayla stopped in her tracks as Melina reached up and tied the cloth around her eyes. “Can you see anything?” she whispered in her ear. “No.” Kayla felt a spike of excitement, wondering what could possibly be going on. “You may open the doors now,” Melina told the driver. Kayla heard footsteps on gravel, and then someone was grabbing her elbow and leading her carefully toward the car. A hand on the top of her head stopped her from hitting her head on the roof as she ...

... bent down to slide into the car. It may have been her imagination, but she also thought she felt an oh-so-gentle brush across her ass. Daphne slid in after her and instructed her to keep moving until she had reached what roughly seemed to be the middle of the bench. In her blindness, Kayla fumbled for the seat belt that she knew must be somewhere nearby. “You won’t be needing that tonight,” Melina said from the other side of her, and firmly grabbed Kayla’s hand and deposited it back in her lap. Next, she heard a rustle of movement around her, and then two pairs of hands grabbed her feet and pulled them apart, so that her legs were splayed. The jingle of a buckle and the tightening of a band across the top of her foot told her that they were being buckled down to the floor of the limo. Kayla blushed. Surely anyone in front of her would be able to see up her short skirt now. “Is this necessary?” she asked uncertainly. “I don’t know if I want to play this sort of game.” She fidgeted in her seat, trying to pull her skirt further down her parted legs. “Shhh,” Melina soothed. There was the splash of liquid, and then a cool glass was held to her lips. “Drink. It will help your nerves.” Kayla hesitated for a moment and then cupped her own hand around the small glass and took a gulp. She suppressed a cough as the burn of tequila scorched its way down her throat. “Again,” Melina ordered. There was a clink of glass as she and Daphne each took their own shots. Kayla swallowed, and again ...