I sipped my drink as I looked around the room. My date was late to the party and I was alone amongst strangers. The house was warm and festive and people helped themselves to pizza and dips while chatting. The host had just bought me a cup of tea and I sat in the corner and quietly waited. This party was just a normal Saturday night for them, but all new to me. It was not a normal party, but a play party, with the curtains closed to the outside world, and a space cleared in the middle of the living room and in the rooms upstairs.
Two people were busy now in front of me, one almost naked and the other removing clothes as they get hot with the effort of winding rope around her and up to the loops in the ceiling beam. She giggled and hopped from foot to foot as the rope tightened and pulled her onto tiptoes. He moved in to kiss her and push her back, off balance and swinging, feet up and flying so slowly to horizontal. She threw her head back and let her curls drift down as she relaxed into an invisible mid-air mattress. All around, party-goers continued to chat, murmuring of other stories, negotiations. I am unnoticed, quiet in the corner, and my focus is on them. He tests the ropes again, sliding his hand over her body casually, firmly, from knot to knot.
Happy with his work, he moves close to her again and kisses her. She kisses back and laughs as they share whispers in the sky. She wriggles a little and swings slightly as he moves away to pick up a scarf, light and silk, folded for blindness and ties it from her neck to her eyes and up; covering her eyes and forehead and draping down half over her hair. Now the teasing begins. He pinches lightly at her nipple with one hand as the other strokes along her thigh. Always one hand is moving while the other tickles, pinches, lingers for a moment and swaps for kisses. Continuous stimulation of touch from both hands, with looks all the time at her face, her smile blissful and far away. He moves as quietly as he can and keeps this going for some time until there comes a point that a cup of tea is ready for him, set down on a nearby table by the host. He looks at the tea, at her, at the tea. His hands never stopping. He looks around the room, sees me watching, and smiles.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8c8ojk/mf_voyeur_memorybondagehouse_partyunfinished