Master 2DT’s creative writing challenge.
Yalo! I had little time, so excuse the suckiness/bad grammar/bad spelling!
The Rented Chair
I walked in and took a seat. I am tempted to refer to this chair as my own, but truth be told, it was not mine. The chair was old, unpolished and fragile to look at. The only similarity between the chair I sat on and the woman who stood before me was that both held some mysterious, underlying strength that betrayed their fragile appearance.
Without a word said, she walked over to me, sat on my lap and dexterously pulled out a handcuff from a pocket in her semi-transparent blouse. With a flirty smile and a wink, she took hold of my hands and tied them behind the old chair. Her right hand reached into those pockets once more and pulled out a rubber band.
She moved her hands to her face, lightly stroking the rubber band across her right cheek while the left danced empty on her left. The right met the left in front of her lips, where the band received a light kiss before changing hands. Then both hands in unison began moving up towards her scalp with its long flowing golden hair.
It was at this point that I stopped paying attention to what her hands were doing. You see, if someone bends their neck back to tie their hair, they often bend their backs as well. When we bend our backs, we puff out our chest. Intentional or otherwise, this had the effect of placing her bountiful chest at eye level.
Through the silky thin cloth, I could make out the lace lines that separated her obviously thin bra from her seemingly soft supple flesh. I could make out thin blue lines that cascaded in beautiful but seemingly random patterns before disappearing into the confines of her bra. I told, no, convinced myself that the lines were only so vibrant because her heart was beating faster in my presence. Given the thin petite nature of the bra, I was surprised it could hold those breasts of hers so high. “Wait”, I thought, “it really is not possible to hold them so high and firm with such a bra, no, her breasts were capable of that feat themselves. They were truly magnificent”.
Then I saw them move forward a little, jiggling a bit behind that blouse of hers. I looked up. She had caught me staring. She smiled a sly smile, bent back once more (though not as much), and began to unbutton her blouse. At this point I wanted nothing more than to break the chair and help her. Had it been my chair, I would have gladly so, but it is rude to break a chair you are only renting.
After leaving, I met my buddy. “How was it?” he asked. We had pooled in our savings for this chance, but we only had enough for one person to meet her and even then, it was only enough for a “look but no touch package”. “Her bossom would make you dream”.
