EXTRACT FOR
Erotic Vacations: Carnal Cruises, Boardwalk Bondage & Summertime Cheating Wives
(Traci Wilde)

The hardest, most violent tremble I've ever experienced rumbled through my body. I clenched my teeth, fighting with everything I had to keep from moaning, from calling out, from stamping my feet on the floor. I pulled, hard, on the binds around my wrists, roping digging painfully into my skin, and I was thankful Lawrence had insisted on tying my hands.  I don't know what his fascination with bondage is, but I do know if my hands weren't tied down by my sides, by a rope that was strung under the seat, I'd be pounding my hands on the arms of the chair.



And since we are sitting in a movie theater, presumably where we're supposed to be quiet while the movie is playing, I'm quite certain that would have drawn attention to us. And given the fact I was sitting here naked from the waist down, his face buried between my legs, I knew attracting attention would be a bad thing. A very bad thing.



Let me back up just a bit, explain what's going on. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of a slut, though I suppose that would be hard to argue against given the past couple of days, but until my best friend Jenny and I came to Ocean City to spend a couple of weeks over the summer I'd only been with one guy ??" my ex-boyfriend, and we'd only had sex maybe a half dozen times. 



Then we met Lawrence, of all places at a cell phone store on the boardwalk. He was working, selling phones and plans and, I think truth be told mostly flirting, when we started talking, and the next thing I know he had me hanging by my arms under the boardwalk that night, my hands bound to the boardwalk overhead, banging my brains out while Jenny watched. The next night was even hotter, and rougher.



Anyway, after those first two nights we went our separate ways for a couple of days ??" Lawrence doing who knows what else, and I spending the time recovering, getting over the soreness, trying to figure how in the hell I let myself get caught up with a stranger, letting him do whatever he wanted with me.



And then I went back to the boardwalk, this time without Jenny, and Lawrence asked me if I wanted to go out to a movie. 



So here we are, at the Moorehouse Family Theater. It's a pleasant day outside ??" sunny and clear, with temps around 90, which means the beach is full and the theater is mostly empty.



Good thing.



Anyway, we came in for the noon matinee, slipping into second row from the front. I hate sitting down here at a movie theater, because the screen is up high, and we have to sit with our necks craned a bit. I asked Lawrence about that when we first came in, but he told me this would be better because no one else likes to sit down this low either, meaning no one would be in the row in front of us or the two or three rows behind us.



I thought that was odd, but it became apparent soon enough.



Eventually the lights dimmed, the commercials played, and then the movie started. The theater was mostly empty ??" probably no more than forty or fifty people around, and none in the front 15 or so rows.



I was sitting on Lawrence's right. I rested my forearm on the arm of the chair between us, and after a few minutes Lawrence slipped his right arm around me, the other hand playing up and down my forearm, sending little shivers through me. We'd had some hot, hard pounding sex already, but he hadn't just touched me, you know, kind of romantically, and I was enjoying it.



After a few minutes he leaned over and nuzzled my neck. It felt good, but I was becoming self-conscious. I mean, we were down in the front of the theater, and even though it was dark I couldn't get over the idea that everyone back behind us could see what we were doing, that they were watching us. 



I would soon learn a little light making out in public was the least of my concerns.



He slipped his hand, the one playing along my arm, down to my legs. I was wearing shorts, and when his fingers touched the skin of my thighs I flinched. It was almost like a little electric charge shot through me. My pussy grew wet, quickly, as he worked his hand up my leg, to my crotch, unsnapped my shorts and then pulled the zipper down. 



"Oh Jesus," I whispered when he slipped his fingers around the edge of my panties.



"Take them off," he whispered.



"What?"



"Your shorts and panties. Slip them off."



I was stunned. Was he serious? I couldn't say anything, do anything, other than shake my head from side-to-side. 



He pulled his arms away from me, crossed them over his chest and stared straight ahead at the screen.



"Oh come on," I whispered, wanting his arm back around me, his hand inside my shorts.



He didn't acknowledge me, just watched the movie. 



Damn, I don't know how he does this. The other night, when he convinced me to let him string me up like that ??" I mean he was a total stranger at that point ??" I really couldn't stop myself. And the next night, when the did the same thing but brought those other guys along ??" he told me I could say no at any time ??" I let them do things to me I'd never even imagined. It was almost as if I were simply a sex toy, an object to be used for his desire, and I loved every second of it.



And now, sitting here, in this theater, he was making another impossible demand of me. And I couldn't help myself.



I planted my feet against the chairs in front of me and pressed into the back of my chair and then slowly, ever-so-gradually, I lifted my hips and slipped my shorts and panties down my thighs. I lifted my feet and legs just a bit and slipped them the rest of the way, over my knees, and let them fall to the floor. 



I shivered, certain someone ??" hell everyone ??" behind us could tell what I had done. I waited for the lights to come on, or someone from the theater to appear, order us to leave. 



Nothing happened.



After a few minutes he leaned back over to me, arm back around my shoulders. With his other hand he pulled a rope from his pocket and dangled it in front of me.



"Tie this around your right wrist," he whispered. 



Oh man, I knew this was probably a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself. I'd never been tied up until a few nights ago when Lawrence wrapped that rope around my wrists, then pulled my arms up over head and hung me from the hooks he'd driven into the bottom of the boardwalk. I can't begin to describe the out-of-control feeling of titillation, of absolute euphoria, I felt when those ropes tightened around my wrists and I realized I was bound, absolutely unable to do anything but hang there while he rammed inside me.



And now, the idea of being bound again, here in a theater, in public, had me so on edge I felt like I might orgasm sitting there, with nothing more than the rough fabric of the theater seat touching me. 



I took the rope and wrapped it around my right wrist, tied it tight.



"Now, put both hands down by your sides, down in the seat, let the rope dangle under the seat," he said.



I did as he commanded.



He slouched down in the chair, a little at a time, until his head was barely visible. I sat there, nude from the waist down, waiting, little shivers running up and down my body. 



Finally he slipped from the chair, down on his knees in the floor. He reached under the seat, grabbed the rope, then yanked hard, pulling my right arms straight down. Then he looped the rope up under the seat and tied the other end tightly around my left wrist. When he was done, I was bound to the chair, my arms stretched down straight and far into the seat, unable to move other than wiggling a bit. 



My god, what the hell have I done?



That thought rolled around in my head, oh, for about three seconds. That's how long it took for him to pull something else from his pocket ??" it was a plastic bag, and inside was this kind of cone-shaped object, very small at the top and gradually wider at the other end, with a flared bottom. He clicked the button on a small remote and the round cone-shaped object hummed to life, a low steady hum emanating from it. He placed the thing against my leg and I felt it was vibrating.



Then he clicked the button again and it stopped.



"Rise up, just a bit, like you did to take your shorts off..."