Strings Attached

Strings Attached

Nooooo...All this was going too fast..I didn't want this actually..I don't even know who this Mr. Stranger is.

I tried to move away from him.

“Hold on dear or..."

"Or what??" my eyes furrowed. Is he trying to threaten me.

"Or you’ll be instantly undressing yourself....

Though I would love to have a beautiful woman like you undress yourself for me but I am sure that’s not in your plans tonight.” He winked at me with a devilish smirk on his lips.

I finally let go off my stupid desires and shouted, “What do you mean by that? Who are you? Let me go..”

He shut my mouth by placing his left hand on it.

“Sshhhh, calm down, baby girl.”

He removed his left hand from my mouth and placed it on my back thereby finally removing his right hand from my back. I suddenly felt the strings at the back of my dress getting pulled again, making my dress tighter. My body almost squeezed in it making each and every curve of my body clearly visible. Before I could understand what he was doing to my dress, he brought his right hand a bit forward towards our side and signaled me to see something.

I turned a little to see what he was doing.

“Holy s**t!”

The string of my dress somehow got stuck with the button of his shirt’s cuff.

“It all happened when you fell in my arms. Since then I am trying to get your dress out of my cuff’s button but seems like this string wants us to be attached tonight."

Things were now getting clear to me and I felt embarrassed for judging him and making up all these stories in my mind..

"Now if we move away from each other, the strings will tighten and most probably break after a point thereby making your dress fall and leaving you nak……..”, he left his sentence incomplete in a teasing manner.

I gathered all my strength and said, “We cannot stay like this forever, right!

Please get the string of my dress off your button. My parents might be waiting for me.” This reminded me of my mother who might be searching for me and now I was getting the real panic attack.

"Hmmm", he said and pulled me closer by my waist.

Using his free hand, he took the back of my head and rested it on his shoulder. There was so much concern in his act that I instantly hugged him. Sometimes, warm hugs are all we need.

Due to his movements, after a couple of minutes, I realized that he was trying to peep back and detach the string but all in vain.

Next, he sat on his knees and brought his face to the right side of my waist trying to look at the button and the stuck string.

His hand and face were constantly touching my bare body through the slits of my dress. My body was on fire now. It was becoming too hard for me to stand straight. My legs were becoming weak.

He stood up and said, "Ummm, this is not working.

There is only one way I could think of.”

Wooh, A smart man! I heaved a sigh of relief.

I impatiently asked, “Then what are you waiting for? What is it? Do it fast na!!”

“Sooooo...

All you have to do is help me take off my jacket and then my shirt from the left side. Once I am out of my shirt, I’ll be free enough to move and get your dress out of the button.” said Mr. Stranger.

“No, not at all.

I am not gonna undress you. There must definitely be some other way..Let..let me think of it.”, I hesitatingly said.

“There indeed is another way, my love, but I am sure you won’t like it."

I gave him a confused look....

"Let me help you beauty..

Rather than me taking off my shirt, you may take off your dress and get the string off my cuff.

BTW, I would love to witness such a heavenly act.”, he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

My cheeks were getting red at his words but putting myself together I started thinking of some other way..

Usually, I am full of ideas and solutions. I have been awarded multiple times at my workplace for brilliant ideas that I have given to international clients but here my brain seemed to have stopped working. His warm breaths fanning my cheeks, his hand on my back, the concern that my mom might be searching for me, our closeness, to be in the room of Mr. Stranget at night- all these thoughts were fogging my mind.

After failing at all attempts, I hesitatingly said,

“Fine

Let's go with Plan A then.”