Under Karin (3 page)

The box now had
a solid wooden lid that completely enclosed James’s head beneath.
With her guest now out of sight, Karin stripped off her dress and
sat on the lid in just her thong and bra. She pulled her knees up
to her chest and wrapped her arms around them and sat there with a
big smile on her face.

Half an hour
later and Karin had showered and changed into a flowery negligee
with matching panties beneath. Her hair was wet and up in a bun and
she wore her glasses over slightly made up eyes. With a little
trepidation, she lifted the steel cover to reveal James’s expectant
face.

“Key or not
key?” she asked as confidently as she could as she knelt on the
smother box and rattled her key ring above his face.

“Not key?” he
replied, uncertain what that actually meant, but in no hurry to
leave Karin’s company.

It turned out
that ‘no key’ meant Karin throwing the keys over her shoulder where
they disappeared into the small lounge and out of sight. It also
meant Karin sitting back down on his face, facing away from his
body, and smiling at his one eye that was visible between her
legs.

Karin then
flicked on the television and started to watch. James looked up and
watched her smiling face. At one point she laughed out loud and
unconsciously closed her legs condemning him to further sensory
deprivation in the tomb beneath.

*

It was past 6pm
when Karin finally stood up. She had been debating with herself as
to what time to let him go. She could get very lonely in her flat
and part of her didn’t want him to leave at all.

"Thanks you,"
she smiled as she started to unlock the padlocks that secured his
hands and feet. James tried to stand up but the smother box padlock
was still locked.

"You want me
open also?" she asked.

“Unfortunately,
I have to go now.”

Karin looked
disappointed as she unlocked the remaining padlock and James
climbed to his feet and stretched. They looked at each other and
smiled, not quite sure what to say.

"That was
amazing, thank you," James finally said as he kissed Karin on both
cheeks.

"Your
pleasure," she replied. James smiled at her cute misuse of
English.

"Proper kissing
bye bye?"

James looked
confused at first, but then Karin turned around and he understood.
He knelt down and ran his hands up her bare legs and up under her
short negligee. With her butt revealed, he placed his lips at the
fold where her thigh met her butt and continued to worship from
there. If only Karin could shrink him down in size, he would gladly
let her keep him inside her panties.

James
eventually stood up and picked up a small length of spare
chain.

"Can I have a
souvenir?"

Karin didn't
understand and so James draped the short length of chain around his
left wrist. Karin now understood and picked up a small padlock and
gently threaded it through the two loops at the end of the chain.
Her ring less fingers gently squeezed the old padlock until its
unoiled mechanism finally clicked.

"How you
escape?"

James shrugged
and pulled his shirt sleeve back down, covering his new bracelet.
He hadn’t thought that one through yet.

They kissed
again on both cheeks and then James left Karin’s small apartment.
He looked back at Karin standing in the shabby doorway. A woman in
a nightdress, average height, average weight, dishevelled hair
hanging over her glasses. Yet she had given him one of the most
exciting days of his life. With this image in his mind, he made the
short walk back to the station.

***

Between
Her Thighs

James is unable
to resist returning for the night

James made his
way straight to the station bar and ordered a bottle of local beer.
He was in a daze, his phone had already rung twice and he just
hadn’t bothered to answer it. All he could think about was the day
with Karin. He felt the chain still locked around his wrist and
smiled, there was only one key in the world that would open that
lock and it belonged to Karin. That felt nice, he had no intention
of trying to remove it.

He moved to a
table at the back of the bar and pulled out his phone and typed in
her website address. The photos didn’t do her justice and they
certainly couldn’t portray what it felt like to have her sit on
your face.

‘Head scissors’
was another service she offered. There were no photos demonstrating
what she would do, but from his knowledge of her thighs, James knew
it wouldn’t be an unpleasant experience. He pulled himself back to
reality to find that he had finished his beer and was already
totally aroused. He looked out of the window, it was dark outside
and it would be another cold night. He had planned to fly back home
that night, but maybe that could wait until the morning. He smiled
to the waitress who brought his second beer and started to
text.

‘Karin,
wonderful day, thanks. Free tonight?’

‘Come,’ she
texted back.

It was all the
encouragement James needed. He pulled on his jacket and headed out
into the cold night and was soon back outside her small flat.

Karin answered
the door. Her hair was down and lay randomly around her head, she’d
removed her glasses and was squinting slightly to see him in the
dimly lit hallway. She was now wearing a black night dress that
barely reached past her butt, it was old and slightly ripped over
one shoulder.

“Pretty not,”
she said as she picked at her lips.

“You look
fantastic.”

James followed
her inside and watched her dig around in her jeans pocket for her
keys.

“I unlock.”

“No, no, I just
wanted to try something else....maybe head scissors?”

Karin thought
for a moment.

“You
understand?” he asked.

She nodded, she
certainly understood those words. She had been delighted to see
James again and had fantasised about him returning. She just had to
think how she would play this and in particular how she would make
sure he stayed with her for the while night.

“Head scissors,
here.” Karin reached her hand down between her legs as if to ensure
they were talking about the same thing.

“Yes,
please.”

“Tight?”

“Yeah.”

“OK. For all
night, no escape.”

James hadn’t
expected that, but he wasn’t going to complain and dutifully
followed her into her bedroom.

He stood in the
middle of her small room as Karin removed his suit jacket and
unbuttoned and removed his shirt and trousers. With James in only
his boxer shorts, Karin couldn’t help but run her hands quickly
over his arms and chest. He was amazingly fit and still he was
paying her to be there. She really hoped this would live up to his
expectations.

Karin pulled
back the covers and lay down on her bed. She indicated for James to
lie down next to her, but with his head at the foot of the bed so
they were laying on their sides, head to toe. James was now face to
face with the front of Karin’s thighs. He watched as she pulled up
her night dress and lifted her top thigh to create an opening for
his head.

“Inside for
you.”

James paused to
examine her legs. For a slim woman, she had beautiful curves and
her butt and legs were the best part. Up close they seemed large
and strong, but not in a muscled way, there was plenty of feminine
shape.

James eased his
head between her thighs and let Karin pull him right up into her
crotch, so that his face was buried into the lower part of her
butt. She then lowered her top thigh back down to trap his head
between her legs.

“Comfortably?”
she asked.

“Yeah,” he
replied.

“No escaping
for all night.”

In the cold
room, Karin’s thighs felt wonderfully warm around his neck, somehow
managing to be both soft and scarily secure at the same time. Right
in the middle of his limited field of view was her cute butt with
which he was already very well acquainted. Yet he was still
obsessed with its beautiful shape and the way it was barely
contained in her orange panties.

“This is your
danger,” she announced.

“Danger?”

“If you try
escape.”

With that Karin
squeezed with her legs and butt working in unison to crush his
neck. Within a few seconds James was madly tapping out with his
hand on her thigh, a thigh which had turned from soft to rock
hard.

“Fuck
Karin!”

“Understanding?”

“Yes!”

She released
her grip. James was hoping she might let him out to recover, but
she held him in place with the previous comfortable pressure.

“Really
understanding?” she checked.

“I
understand.”

He lay there
completely still and slightly shaken, wondering how something so
beautiful could also be so deadly. Where the hell did that strength
come from? He looked again, this time more warily, at her soft
perfumed legs that surrounded him.

Karin pulled a
duvet over them both, such that it only just covered her thighs and
butt and so gave James a gap through which he could get fresh air.
She switched off the small table lamp and lay her head down on her
pillow.

“Karin?”

“Not talking,”
she whispered as she tensed her thighs as a warning.

James felt far
too excited to sleep. Her soft warm legs felt fantastic and he
amused himself by gently kissing her butt. She didn’t react by
squeezing his throat and so he assumed she must be enjoying his
attention. He tried to kiss her orange panties, but they were
sliding further and further up into her butt and out of his reach.
But, that in turn revealed more and more of her butt for him to
worship.

Suddenly
Karin’s legs twitched and then again. James listened and realised
that she was asleep. All her movements were now subconscious, no
doubt as a result of her dreams. She twitched and tensed again. It
was like having a neck massage, one that would probably last all
night.

He buried his
nose between her butt cheeks and breathed. Almost instantly he was
rewarded with another involuntary squeeze from her thighs and a
small moan. Exploring his predicament was providing no end of fun.
James tried to lift his head to see if he could open Karin’s
thighs. Nothing moved, she evidently slept with her muscles tensed,
or at least she was tonight. As he relaxed again, he noticed that
her grip around his neck had increased in reaction to his escape
attempts.

“OK,
sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his lips brushing
across her butt as he spoke. Her grip didn’t reduce, she still
seemed to be compensating for his earlier escape attempts. James
ran his hand along her legs and could feel the muscles working with
no way to turn them off. It felt wonderful, warm and safe and
completely consuming.

An unknown time
later when James had been running his fingertips over her butt and
watching the small hairs stand on end, the situation changed.
Without warning, Karin relaxed her thighs slightly, moved her hips
back and tightened her grip again. It was a small movement but it
resulted in James’s head being pulled further between her thighs.
She did it again, thrusting his head tighter and tighter between
her legs.

Karin’s inner
thighs now rested against the sides of his head and blocked out all
sound from his ears. Of more concern, though, his mouth and nose
were now deep between her legs squashed up against the bottom of
her butt and now without access to air. He tried to pull back out,
but her thighs, now tacky from perspiration, held him in place.

James didn’t
want to wake her. Even the demonstration of what she would do if he
misbehaved had almost killed him. What would it be like to be
squeezed between her thighs after waking her up? He strained his
head left and right and finally found a position where his nose
could suck in a small amount of air. It certainly wasn’t fresh air,
it was coming from about as deep in her crotch as it was possible
to get, but it would keep him alive.

Before a little
light had streamed in under the duvet, but now he had nothing. With
his eyes pushed up into her crotch, it was pitch black, damp,
almost airless and the atmosphere was getting more and more
enveloped by her scent. Staying alive was now taking effort and yet
Karin was still sleeping peacefully. She still twitched as she
dreamt, with the twitches that coursed through the woman’s strong
thigh muscles squeezing James head as they passed.

It felt warm
and safe deep in Karin’s crotch, but James missed not been able to
see her cute little ass. He decided to reach up and run his hands
over her backside instead, but by doing so he inadvertently caused
her to moan in her sleep and thrust her hips forward. The resultant
tightening of her butt cut James’s air supply completely. He took
his hands away and waited for her to relax so he could breathe
again.

That was fun
and so he ran his fingertips over her butt and waist again. Again
she cried out in pleasure and again she thrust forward. Again James
felt as though his head was set in a sealed block of concrete. She
finally released him a little, although still held him more tightly
than before. Karin’s body was like a one way ratchet, which only
got tighter and tighter.

James lay there
exploring other ways to tease and stimulate this beautiful sleeping
woman. She was certainly a heavy sleeper, nothing he’d tried yet
had come close to waking her, but maybe he had changed the course
of her dreams. Karin was moaning from time to time and her body
twitched and fidgeted more than before. She was also increasingly
pushing her hips back and forth as if trying to arouse herself
against him.