His basement was larger than I expected, nicely appointed and bathing in a warm, golden incandescent light. My feet graced the polished concrete floor as he guided me to stand under a metal ring hanging from the ceiling from a rope. Having delivered me to the appointed location Sam started going about the room gathering some supplies, a bundle of hemp rope, a simple wooden cane and hooked rope cutter.
He broke the silence: “Brooke, you’re still comfortable with the scene, right?”
“I did say I was looking for adventure right?” was my reply. It was met with a kind chuckle.
He began unbuttoning my soft denim button down shirt pulling it off my shoulders and tossing it to the side. He walked around me slowly. Was he evaluating my figure, clad only with black jeans and a dark red bralette or merely sizing the work for the reverse prayer tie we planned? My answer came when he began to gather up my shoulder length straight brunette into a bun.
From behind me his hands explored me, starting at my waist, caressing my stomach slowly wandering until he cupped my breasts in his hands.