Tom couldn’t risk his sister or parents finding out about his snooping. He’d be grounded for an eternity if he didn’t die from embarrassment beforehand. Emily seductively pranced her way closer and closer to Tom, piercing him with her deep blue eyes. Out of all the girls his sister Lisa had brought around, Emily was certainly and most beautiful of them. The typical cheerleader type, her perfect smile and slender frame could have her pass as a supermodel. Her naturally straight blonde hair bounced and swayed in the fluorescent lighting of the garage. Everything about her was simply mesmerizing.
He would’ve continued his airheaded ogling, but the sensation of Emily’s arms draped over his shoulders sent tingles through his body and shut his eyes reflexively. The soft, heated pressure of her waist settled on his lap only furthered his condition. Tom’s heart beat rapidly as sweat pooled to the top of his skin and, reluctantly, he felt the familiar reaction of an erection growing in his trousers. “You just don’t learn, do you.” Emily sighed, a small smile forming from her lips. Tom had an overwhelming urge to caress the curves pressed against you, but his hands had been tied behind the chair he was seated in. “It’s about time someone taught you a lesson.” He wondered just what she meant by that, but Tom’s pondering was quickly extinguished by a smooth, well-manicured hand cupped over his mouth and nose. His airways were blocked.
Tom vigorously shook his head in panic, but the hand held firm. No matter how much he tried to draw a breathe, nothing made its way through. Almost as distressing as the suffocating palm was the wild, dagger-like stare of Emily. Her eyes, just recently reminiscent of a sunny blue sky, had considerably darkened akin to the frosty hue of a deep sea. They were the eyes of a predator, and Tom was the prey. His heart, once lightly thumping in his chest, had quickened its pace ten-fold, as if at any moment it could burst. He rattled his arms and legs against their bindings to no avail. Tears pooled in Tom’s eyes as his vision became fuzzy. She was going to kill him, and from the expression on her face he knew she’d enjoy every second of it. He’d almost resigned himself to such a fate, which made the shock to his system that much greater when she removed her hand, allowing air to once again freely course into him.
He greedily gulped down as much oxygen as humanly possible, to the point he was almost hyperventilating. Back from the brink of death, Tom gradually focused his gaze on the tormentor before him. Even after enduring his thrashes and bucking, Emily still looked as perfect as ever, unfazed by Tom’s resistance. With that same malicious stare and creeping smirk, she stretched out her arms and tipped my chair backward. My eyes traveled from her delicate face to the wall behind her to the ceiling beams above before a searing pain in the back of his head forced his eyes closed. His head had smacked against the cement floor of the garage. Tom groaned in agony. He no longer cared about being discovered. He’d scream from the top of his lungs if it meant this torture would end. As a matter of fact, he planned on doing exactly that as he recovered from the blow and opened his eyes. However. What he saw left him temporarily at a loss for words. Directly above his prone, bound body was Emily’s jean-clad butt. Having only snuck brief glances in the past, the sight of this athletic woman’s tight ass front and center caught Tom by surprise. It was even more surprising when it started to get closer. Then closer. By the time Tom went to yell out, his voice was muffled between the cheeks of his little sister’s friend. She had sat on his face, once again blocking his airways but this time with the addition of a subtle, dirty stench. Just what else did she have in store for him?