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My name is Nadia; I’m 32 years old and I work as a crime journalist for a local newspaper in Croatia. This compromising photo of me (see comments) was taken last week at a 5* hotel in Dubrovnik.
It was left on the pillow when I woke up. I know the man who took it, but I’ve no idea where he is now. He goes by the name Sands. This is what happened.
I encounter Mr Sands in the bar of his hotel. I’m finished reporting for the day and relaxing with a glass of wine, feeling tired. I only plan to stay for one drink, then go home. But it doesn’t turn out that way.
I’m wearing a dark blue blouse and grey pencil skirt with stockings and high heels. I changed into these smarter clothes after work. Underneath I’m wearing my favourite black lacy underwear, even though I have no intention of showing it to anyone tonight.
On the table next to me is a very handsome man, dressed in white Hugo Boss shirt, dark blue jeans and brown leather shoes. He’s reading some documents in a folder, sipping a glass of Champagne. His dark grey sports jacket hangs over the chair in front. I can’t help but catch the words ‘Top Secret’ printed in red across the top of the document he’s reading. And, as a journalist, I’m naturally intrigued.
We get chatting, friendly at first. He hastily puts away his documents and orders us a bottle of Champagne, the most expensive in the house. At first I resist, but his British charm and strong body somehow get the better of me. And before long we’ve drunk three glasses each, flirting as we move closer to each other around the table. He tells me he works as a construction consultant. But I’m fairly sure he’s lying.
Fast forward two hours and we’re back in his penthouse suite at the hotel, finishing the Champagne on his balcony overlooking Dubrovnik at night. We’re tipsy now, kissing and touching. His hand runs inside my skirt, all the way up to my hips. He squeezes my thigh.
Soon we’re back in the room by the king size bed, empty Champagne glasses rolling on the floor. He walks up to me and, without saying anything, tears my blouse open, buttons popping. I don’t know what to think, but I’m not resisting his forcefulness. I stand there in my black bra, breasts bulging out, legs together.
He reaches behind me and unzips the back of my skirt, pulling it down to my ankles. Now I’m standing there in my lacy black underwear, stockings and high heels. He orders me to remove my stockings. And caught up in the moment, I sit down obediently on the bed and slowly peel them down, taking off my heels too. I stand up again in just my lingerie, which I wasn’t planning to let anyone see tonight. I cross my legs, feeling a little anxious.
At this point he stands right in front of me, his taut chest and arms pressing against his crisp white shirt. On my way back from his bathroom earlier, my journalistic curiosity getting the better of me, I open his wardrobe while he sits on the balcony. And on the top shelf I spot a gun and spare bullets. This guy is clearly not the construction consultant he claimed to be. He’s something far more interesting.
But before I get a chance to ask him about his real occupation, he’s stripped me down to my underwear, standing here by the bed, unsure of what he has planned. I feel vulnerable, but at the same time, I’m getting a little hot and damp down below.
As I open my mouth to say something, he produces a pair of metal handcuffs from behind his back in the shadows. That shuts me up. I take a step back towards the bed. But there’s no escape. He takes a step towards me and orders me to put my arms out in front of me. Hesitantly, I obey.
And before I can object, he slaps the bracelets across my hands, cuffing them together, locking me up. I pull my arms apart but they’re bound by the chains. There’s nothing I can do.
I stand there in my black lacy underwear, hands locked together, helpless. At this point I give in, submit to him, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. If he’s going to take me, take me hard.
Next part coming soon, check the website in the comments
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2uz3h1/he_strips_me_down_to_my_black_lacy_underwear
Original with sexy image: http://agentsandstorm.com/cuffed-in-croatia/