Being Seen [FFM]

Anne wanted to be seen.

In her first year at college my girlfriend, Anne, took some introductory art classes, including a figure drawing class. The class went from the basics to still life, then to drawing people and finally to nude models. The models were not, contrary to how it often appears in movies, especially attractive or sexual. The point was to teach the students, not to get them aroused. For the most part the models could be best described as “fit” and then left at that.

Still Anne found herself deeply aroused in every class. Not by the models but by the people watching. She wondered what it would be like to be the subject of such rapt attention, to have so many eyes on you. She started to dwell on the feeling of being exposed, of being unable to hide anything.

It spilled into our sex. She would get me to watch her in the shower, to watch her masturbating on the bed, even to film her. But it didn’t satiate the yearning. I saw her all the time. Nothing was revealed. Nothing was exposed. She needed something more.

Her fantasy grew. She started to develop a goal, with strict criteria about what would fill that growing void of desire. She wanted to be seen by someone that she knew and that she trusted. She didn’t want it to be a quick glance with nothing really at risk. She wanted to be stripped bare for a least a little while, long enough so that nothing could be hidden or missed.

She wanted it to be sexually charged somehow, a long shower in a women’s locker wasn’t going to do it. But, and here was the challenge, she didn’t want it escalated to sex. We both wanted to add partners into our sex life, but not yet. We weren’t ready to cross that line.

The idea seemed to set up a space in Anne’s head and, whatever else was going on, she would frequently come back to it.

At the time Anne was picking up money by babysitting for a couple. She’d become pretty close with them, in particular the wife, Sheila. Although Sheila was significantly older than Anne she was more like a friend and a confidante than an employer. The two would often get together for chats or movies and Anne often turned to Sheila for advice. Sheila was the second person, after me, to whom Anne came out as bisexual.

Sheila and Mark, her husband, were quietly supportive of our nascent sex life. They would often take their daughter away on overnight trips and, knowing how challenging things were for young college couple, they would let us use their house. They made no secret that they expected us to be using the place for sex.

I, however, wasn’t all that close with Sheila, so approaching her was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I don’t know what she was expecting when I came over to talk to her but she certainly wasn’t prepared for what I asked her. And I certainly wasn’t prepared by how amused she was by the whole thing.

A week later Sheila told Anne that they’d be away that Friday night and that we should feel free to use the house. I excitedly told Anne that I wanted to take the chance to roleplay her fantasy. I asked if I could tie her up and watch her. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but she agreed.

I really pushed to make an event of it. I arranged a spa day and she got her hair and nails done. I bought her sexy stiletto heels and a lace choker. Although, in all honesty, Sheila paid for everything. I didn’t have any money.

Friday came around and I couldn’t hide my nerves. Anne thought it was about the role-playing and was confused, since it wasn’t that far out of our comfort zone. Once Sheila and Mark had left we quickly moved to the bedroom and I brought out rope. A lot of rope. A hilariously massive quantify. Anne was trying to do a bit of a sexy strip tease and I was ruining it by fumbling with huge lengths of rope. Finally she just took off her clothes and lay on the bed, wearing only the heels and the choker. She looked unbelievable, like a pin up model that was all mine. I had to fight my arousal, that wasn’t why we were here.

I used the massive quantities of rope to tie Anne up. She let herself be splayed open until she was spread eagle on the bed. I pulled the ropes tight until she had no slack. Her arms were taunt above her head and her leg were spread as far as they could without hurting her, maybe even just a little past. She began to breathe heavily. Her pussy was shaved into a little landing strip and I could see that she was getting worked up. This wasn’t her full fantasy, but it was working.

Even after she was tied up, I kept working the knots, making more and tighter ones. I moved around her body, watching her from every angle, all the while making her bonds more complicated. While I was working at the head of the bed, I sent a quick, discreet message on my phone. I then ran my hands down Anne’s body and stepped back to enjoy the view. Anne basked under the attention.

Suddenly the front door rattled and opened. Anne tensed up, looked frantically at bedroom door. It was locked. She relaxed a little.

“Sorry guys.” Sheila called out from the other room. “I forgot my wallet. I’ll just be a second. Pretend I’m not here.” Anne relaxed even more.

“Anne.” I whispered. “If you want, we can make this real.” Anne stared at me. Silence dragged out. I felt like I was on fire waiting for her answer. Finally she nodded. I opened the bedroom door a crack.

“Umm, Sheila. I have a little problem and I could use some help.” Sheila came over. “We were trying something new and I can’t untie the knots.” I opened the door wide, giving Sheila a good looked. Anne tried to twist away a little, but I hadn’t left her enough slack. Behind Sheila, Mark was watching with a smile. I made sure that he got a good look at Anne before Sheila slipped into the room. She closed the door behind her, shutting Mark out. She looked at Anne.

“Wow.” It was an understatement. Anne looked like a fantasy. All done up and complete exposed. She was embarrassed but had no way to hide. Her nipples were painfully hard and her whole body began to blush pinkly. Sheila took a long slow look at Anne’s body.

Anne glanced at a blanket that had been tossed over the back of a nearby chair. Sheila followed her gaze and then made very deliberate show of ignoring the blanket. Instead she walked past the chair to the foot of the bed and sat down beside Anne’s leg. Anne bit her lower lip in anticipation. Sheila slowly looked Anne up and down her gaze lingering on Anne pussy and breasts. Anne tried to scrunch up, the way you do when you’re horny and trying to hide it, but there was no give in the ropes.

Sheila put her hand on Anne’s ankle and tenderly slid her fingers over to the bonds. Anne gasped in arousal and bucked her hips upwards slightly. Sheila pretended not to notice.

I sat down opposite to Sheila and together we started to work on the knots while Anne tried, fairly unsuccessfully, to quell her writhing body. It was clear that this was hitting her on a visceral level. Her pussy was damp and the smell of sex filled the small room. Every few seconds Sheila would stop and watch Anne with the look of an art connoisseur appraising a painting. Whenever she did Anne would stay perfectly still, holding her breath tensely. When Sheila would look back to the rope Anne would breathe out in a desperate pant. I don’t know if she knew she was doing it.

“Damn it Greg.” Sheila said to me. I still have no idea if what happened next had been part of her plan or if I really had made the knots too tight. “How did you tie these?” Her nails plucked at the knots. She stood up and walked to the door. Anne looked panicked. Sheila look at her in sympathy.

“I’m sorry sweetie, but we need some help.” Sheila leaned out the door. “Mark, can you bring us a serrated knife?” She sat back down on the bed and plucked at the rope again.

Mark opened the door and stopped short, staring at Anne’s exposed body. Anne looked away, staring at far wall, then looked back. She wanted to watch Mark watching. Sheila cleared her throat. Mark blinked and handed her the knife. He didn’t leave the room. Anne watched as he breathed deeply, knowing that he was smelling her arousal.

Sheila quickly sawed at the ropes holding Anne’s ankles. When they snapped Anne sank into the bed. She kept her legs wide. Sheila stood and moved towards Anne’s arms. As she moved she softly trailed her fingers up Anne’s leg, stopping just millimeters from Anne’s pussy. Anne gasped hard, almost a sob. Her hands were quickly freed. She lay there for a moment, still open wide to everyone’s gaze, basking in the feeling. I watched as she looked at Sheila. The two woman stared into each other’s eyes. It felt like time stopped. Anne sat up and covered her breasts with her hands. She looked at Mark. Smiled. Then looked away. Sheila grabbed a robe from the closest and dropped it over Anne’s shoulders.

“Well.” She said. “We have to go. Will you be OK now?” She was looking at me as she said it. I nodded.

“Yes.” Anne murmured. She was looking down. It could have been mistaken for embarrassment but I knew she didn’t want them to see how horny she really was. It felt like she was standing at a precipice.

“Good” Sheila replied. She put her hand under Anne’s chin and forced her to look up. Anne’s eyes were blazing with arousal. Sheila kiss Anne’s cheek softly. Anne breathed in, almost moving to meet Sheila’s lips, resisting with an effort that shook her body.

“OK. Have a good night.” Sheila turned and left. Mark followed after, grinning from ear to ear.

The sex that followed was mind blowing.

[The Chronology of Anne](https://old.reddit.com/user/LordUnderTheMountain/comments/xnzum9/the_chronology_of_anne/)

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