Join the Dots…

The first of the Tuesday JTD features, from Blushes 21

She was in a tent. Quite a small tent. Sunlight filtering in through the green canvas producing a glowing light as if you were at the bottom of a bright green sea. She was lying on her back, on the sleeping bag, and alone of course. Derek had gone off to get something. He was miles away leaving her here.

Unprotected, in the middle of the dense green woods, she lay there feeling scared — and excited. There were always men in the woods. Prowling. Searching. Searching for attractive young women who might have been left temporarily abandoned by their husbands while they went to get supplies. Derek should have taken her with him but that would have meant abandoning the tent. And so… he said he wouldn’t be long but Anita knew he would be. Perhaps a break-down…

She lay there, scared but expectant. There was nothing you could do. It was bound to come. A rustling, outside. Muttered voices. Male. Then a shadow across the wall of her greenly glowing prison. The door abruptly ripped open.

They would want to rape her of course, prowling men in woods naturally wanted that with a pretty young woman. But first they would take her outside and tie her up. Perhaps they wanted money and she wouldn’t tell them where it was — or perhaps they simply liked tying young women up. Anita was very sexily dressed, so that would get them going and make them want to have some fun first before they actually did it. Her ultra-tight blue-green top, sleeveless and short and not covering a lot more than Anita’s big tits, and down below an equally short matching skirt, not much more than a narrow strip of material round her hips. Underneath, tiny white bikini pants and that was all; no bra. Yes she looked sexy all right, a toothsome morsel, they would certainly want to tie her up first.

Tied to the trees in various positions. Her arms stretched up or pulled wide; or crossed behind her back. Painful, humiliating positions. Painful but swooningly exciting. Anita felt almost sick with excitement at the thought. Afterwards of course they would take her back inside the tent.

On the sleeping bag. Derek was still miles away, perhaps trying to fix the car that had broken down. As Anita’s tiny bikini pants were yanked down. And then…

She yanked her pants off herself. Not in a tent but in her bedroom, on their bed. There was no man, no men, but there was her hand. Urgently in between Anita’s wet thighs.

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‘I had this awful dream last night,’ she said. ‘We were camping and some men came along and tied me up. It was awful but it was also, you know, exciting.’

It hadn’t been a dream of course, not a proper dream. It had been a daydream, a fantasy, and it hadn’t been last night it had been this morning after Derek had gone off to work. Anita had gone back to bed and had that super fantasy and had brought herself off with her hand. Pretty awful really when she should have been up doing the housework.

Derek, sitting with her on the sofa, laughed. ‘Did they screw you as well?’

‘Anita went slightly pink. ‘Oh I don’t know. You know, in dreams things are a bit strange.’ But in fact they had screwed her of course. In her fantasy. Took her back into the tent and screwed her on the sleeping bag. Two of them — or was it three? Anita shivered.

They were both 22 and married a year now. Anita had been a secretary before and was planning to start work again but hadn’t yet. That was why she could lie in bed on a Monday morning having sexy fantasies and bringing herself off with her hand. Pretty awful, what would her mother think? What would Derek think, come to that?

‘I don’t think I approve of you having dreams with men doing things to you,’ grinned Derek. He slid his hand up under Anita’s skirt between her legs. She gave a little whimper. ‘Let’s go up. I’ve got something for you that’ll stop those dreams.’

In bed Anita was very responsive, thinking about her fantasy. Maybe she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help it. Afterwards she said, off-handedly, ‘Why don’t we go camping? The Delfields said we could use their stuff, remember.’

It had been that that had started Anita off on her fantasy. Simon and June were their age and had a tent and all the equipment. It had really been the Delfields tent that Anita had been in in her fantasy. That wonderful green glowing light when she had crawled into it on their lawn.

‘We could go for the weekend,’ she added. ‘It would be a nice cheap break.’

Derek laughed. ‘What if some men come along and do things to you? Where was I anyway in the dream you had?’

‘Oh I don’t know, gone off somewhere I suppose. But don’t worry about that silly dream. Let’s do it, shall we? What about the New Forest, I’ve never been there.’

Derek grunted and said he’d think about it, and then went to sleep. Anita had come with Derek, a nice big orgasm, but she was feeling sexy again. Thinking about the Delfields tent, being in it, all alone, and then the door flap suddenly pulled open. If they actually went camping the fantasy would be that much more real, Anita could imagine it really happening. Not that she would want it to really happen. A fantasy was one thing but reality was something else. Anita squirmed her hips.

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They went two weeks later, their first camping trip, using the Delfields tent but having bought their own sleeping bags. Anita had indulged in her fantasy a number of times since that first Monday morning. Introducing little variations, changing details, but the central fantasy the same: being taken outside and tied up and then taken back in the tent and screwed. She had had tying up fantasies before but somehow this one, the camping one, was much bigger and better than any of the others.

Derek got the Friday afternoon off from work so they could make an early start. Not the New Forest but a place down in Surrey where the Delfields had been and June had said there were woods. Anita had to have woods, trees, where she could imagine being taken outside… and tied up. Derek had asked her if she had had the dream again and she had said, ‘yes, once.’ ‘Did they screw you this time?’ Derek had wanted to know. Anita, heart thumping, had said she thought they had.

They found the place the Delfields had said and it was just as Anita had imagined. They went along a narrow track with dense leafy green woods on either side. You could just imagine the woods crawling with men. Rapacious men. Men with ropes. Hard-faced men eager for the ripe body of a young and pretty housewife.

They found just the place — at least as far as Anita was concerned. A grassy clearing with the green woods pressing in on all sides. Woods where there could be eyes watching you. Watching and waiting. Waiting for Derek to leave — or even not bothering for that if there were several of them. That was one of the variations Anita had indulged in. They simply came when Derek was there. Tied him up and then got to work on her. Out of sight of Derek… or in full view. She wasn’t sure which was the more exciting. They didn’t hurt Derek of course, but even if he didn’t have to watch he knew what they were doing to her.

They put the tent up in the little clearing. It was 30 yards or so from the track so there was the feeling of being completely isolated, cut off. Inside it was just as Anita had pictured. Just as it had been on the Delfields lawn only now the knowledge of what was outside. The late afternoon producing a greenly glowing cave. Anita lay back on the sleeping bag, gazing up. Derek came down, grabbing her.

‘Having your sexy dream?’

She had never admitted daydreaming, fantasising, just dreaming it. She gave a little laugh. ‘I might dream it tonight.’ Then a gasping whimper as Derek pushed his hand up between her thighs.

‘Perhaps I’m one of those men.’ His voice excited. ‘Your dear husband has gone off and I’ve caught you. Eh?’

He began dragging her knickers down. Anita struggled, yelping. They were both intensely turned on by what was now a shared fantasy. They screwed and after only a short pause were screwing again. It was just like their honeymoon when they had seemed to be doing it all the time. After the second time Anita said what she had been wanting to say.

‘Tomorrow… you could tie me up. Out in the woods. Like in my dream.’

Because the tying up was the really turning on thing. Even more than the men doing her in the tent. Being tied up, in all those positions. Her body helplessly exposed. With that thought they began screwing again.

Derek wouldn’t actually tie her up. He said what if somebody came along and saw? But no one was going to come along, were they? There was no one else there. Unless there were unseen eyes watching. Derek said anyway he had no rope. But he took some photos of her in tied up positions.

Anita had her sexy outfit on: the skimpy top and ultra-brief skirt. A pair of bikini pants under the skirt but no other underwear. That was what she had on in her fantasy. The first time and all the subsequent ones. The men of course grabbed her, grabbed at her clothes. Pulled her top up to bare her tits. Yanked the skirt up round her waist. Pulled her pants down. Doing all this to Anita while they had her tied up and helpless. Her arms spread wide or tight behind her back. Her legs tight together or spread as far as she could spread them. It was fantastic. Derek, really excited too, clicking away with his camera.

Then Anita had the even more fantastic thought. Someone could be watching them do this. A man. Men. Hidden in the thick greenery. In fact… she thought she saw movement, directly opposite and not far away. She was standing virtually nude now. Her top yanked high above her ripe tits, the skirt right off, her brief knickers down round her knees. Heart thudding, she stretched her arms up… and thrust her bare pussy out. He might even have binoculars…

Back in the tent they screwed once more, with an even greater intensity. Afterwards Derek said he would have to get the photos developed at a special place, you couldn’t just take them into Boots. Anita, for the moment exhausted on the sleeping bag, had her thoughts running on again. Tomorrow. If they needed supplies. Derek could go… and she would stay.

She didn’t mention it until the morning, afraid of what Derek would say. When she did he just gave a funny laugh. ‘Aren’t you afraid of someone coming?’

Anita flushed. ‘Don’t be silly. I’ll be all right, and we don’t want anyone messing with our things, do we?’

Derek laughed again. Anita had the same outfit on. Her tying up outfit. ‘You’re looking very sexy,’ he said. ‘A tasty morsel to find in the woods.’ She tossed her head ‘Don’t be silly, Derek.’

He shortly drove off. It was a lovely morning but Derek didn’t really notice. He was thinking about Anita. He doubted now if she had really had that dream, or if she had, she had certainly afterwards been fantasising about it. It would serve her right if something like that really happened. How would he feel if it did? The obvious answer was he would be shocked, sickened, angry; but he knew there could be more than that. Part of him was turned on by the thought.

What was Anita doing now? She had said that as it was a sunny morning she might sunbathe. With a sexy smile she had added, ‘In the nude perhaps.’ Was she joking.

Just then there appeared ahead of him two characters walking. Hippy types with beards carrying rucksacks. Derek slowed to let them get by. Then drove slowly on. They were pretty sure to see the tent through the trees. And it was equally likely they would go and investigate. What would they find? Anita lying in the sun on the sleeping bag, nude?

Derek felt a surge of excitement. Out of sight of the two men now he stopped the car. He was breathing hard. Clearly he should go back and make sure Anita was all right. Yes, but…

He got out and locked the car. Then hesitated. Unlocked the door again. Took out his camera and relocked the door. He made off back along the track. Round the corner he saw the two men again. He cut into the woods and headed after them. He had never felt so excited in his life. He had a telephoto lens so whatever happened he could bring it all into close, detailed focus.