She was sitting by the water, a group of ducks at her feet 
clamoring and fighting over the breadcrumbs she tossed to them. 
Through the glare of the setting sun, she saw him with his own 
entourage of ducks, slowly walking toward her, tossing food to 
the ducks which followed him. 

As the sun cast it's last golden hue on the ripples at her 
feet, he came to sit next to her. She had never seen him 
before, yet she did not move from her position. He said 
nothing, but watched her toss the last crumbs, then the 
chevrons of water as they rippled behind the ducks as they 
followed a passer-by. 

The sun had completely set, and the stranger still sat 
beside her, commenting on the water, ducks, warmth of the 
breeze, the way the leaves stirred gently. She listened, 
wanting to leave, but feeling frozen in place. Once, she tried 
to get up, but he pulled her back with a gentle yet firm tug on 
her sleeve. So she sat, silent, hoping he would tire of this 
game. But he did not. 

A half moon rose over the horizon, casting an eerie light on 
the grass and the water. At last he rose, and she sighed with 
relief. To her dismay, he reached for her hands and pulled her 
to her feet. Not knowing what he would do, or what he wanted, 
she slowly turned and began to walk. He followed her, one half 
pace behind her left shoulder. 

The path led to the parking lot, and she thought soon she 
would be across it and inside her apartment. Usually she 
didn't hurry there; it was small, sparsely and drably 
furnished, just a place to stay while getting established in 
this new city. Almost eagerly she walked toward it, and the 
dark safe womb it represented in her mind. 

The path forked. She walked toward the right, as she always 
did going home. He took her arm and steered her onto the left 
path, guiding her steps on the unfamiliar way. The manicured 
grass gave way to scrubby brush, and trees grew from the bushes 
in wild abandon; this area of the park had not been developed, 
but left as it had always been. 

The path curved through the thickening brush, and dipped 
into the cleft between two hills. He kept her from falling a 
number of times, and she was confused by the feeling of 
gratefulness she expressed to him. After all, she wouldn't be 
here except for the gentle force he applied to her arm in 
steering her. In this confusion, she had little time to worry 
about where he was taking her, but walked the unfamiliar path 
feeling strangely numb. 

They neared the brook at the bottom of the rift, and he 
steered her onto the bridge which crossed it. The thought rose 
in her, that this was a border; she would not be the same after 
crossing the stream. 

At his gentle urging, she walked across the bridge and along 
the path out of the cleft. His hand at her elbow both 
reassured and frightened her as he led her a short way. A 
parting of the brush showed a trail toward a gnarled oak, and 
along that trail he led her. She followed, to numb to resist. 

In the shade of the oak he stopped her, and turned her to 
face him. His hands slid around her waist and embraced her 
softly. As if of their own volition, her arms crept from her 
side and enfolded him, her forhead pressed against his chest. 
As the embrace loosened, she moved her body away, yet her 
forhead remained where it was, looking through the gap between 
their bodies to the grass under their feet. 

She felt his hands still at her back, rubbing up and down 
over the buttons which closed her dress in the back. A finger 
caught under the top button, and frayed buttonhole released 
button with no effort at all. The warm summer breeze caressed 
her back, and with each button opening it found wider access to 
her uncovered back. The last button released and the fabric 
billowed, exposing her back from neck to below her waist. His 
hands felt strangely good on her skin. 

His hands caressing her neck, stroking her hair and tracing 
her ears deepened the trance she felt she was in. She did not 
notice when his hands dropped to her shoulders, only that the 
front of her dress was was falling away. Her arms dropped as 
his hands swept the thin fabric from her shoulders, letting the 
top fall into the gap between them as she watched. His hands 
followed the curve of her side until it met cloth, which he 
pushed past her hip. She watched the dress slide down her legs 
to envelope her feet. He rocked her in his arms, and pulled 
her toward the tree, leaving the dress a soft circle in the 
grass. 

She felt his hands on the sides of her panties, his fingers 
moving the fabric lower on her hip with each sweeping caress. 
Being old and stretched, they dropped as far as her closed legs 
allowed, staying there until his feet between hers began to 
move apart, releasing the cloth to billow to her feet. He 
walked her out of them, to a smooth spot below the oak. Still 
holding her close, he reached into a low crotch in the tree, 
and brought down a thick pad, the type movers use to protect 
furniture. He admonished her to stay, and stepped away to 
spread the blanket on the ground. With tender caresses, he 
brought her to stand on the mat, near one edge, and pushed her 
to her knees with pressure on her shoulders. She obeyed the 
cues with no reluctance; no resistance, no thought of 
disobeying his kind but firm mastery. As he moved forward, she 
first sat on the pad, then laid back, watching the stars around 
his head, watching as he stood by her feet. 

It was an unfamiliar feeling for her, being caressed by the 
gently moving air, especially on her breasts and the now freed 
hair at the junction of body and thigh. For a few moments as 
he stood there, she was lost in the new sensations, feeling 
both trapped and yet freedom beyond any she had ever 
experienced. She watched as he looked at her looking at him, 
and felt strangely at peace. 

He began to move. Slowly and deliberately she watched him 
open his shirt, then pulling his arms out of the sleeves 
gracefully. With the same deliberate smooth slowness, she 
watched him take off his shoes and socks. His hands moved to 
his waist, unbuckled his belt, and snapped the waistband open. 
She heard the snap, then the sound of the zipper being pulled, 
and watched as the jeans opened, dropped, and were put with the 
rest of his clothes. 

Her eyes were drawn to his body; never before had she seen a 
man naked before. The flatness of his belly, with the rising 
fleshy organ where she had none, the muscular thighs shining in 
the moonlight fascinated her. He was slowly moving, almost 
dancing to an inner rhythm, and as she watched the movement, 
she felt his feet move beween her feet, and moved them apart to 
give him room to dance. 

She watched him kneel at her side, and felt his hand on her 
naked belly, tracing the curve of her ribs, outlining and 
exploring her navel, caressing the hollowness between ribs and 
pubic rise. His hands came to cup her breasts, and she felt 
the nipples harden, though she felt no cold. Instead, she felt 
a glowing warmth spreading through her, and was surprised at 
the occasional shiver that shook her. 

Deeper she slipped into the trance. Unable to resist, 
defend, she felt him lie beside her, his hand tracing circles 
over her belly and thighs. When his hand brushed the hair at 
belly's base, she felt for the first time how her body 
responded to such touch. Never before had she known the 
sensations now from her groin to enervate all of her body, her 
entire being. 

She felt him shift, and felt his leg cover hers, his body 
sliding over hers, the moistness of the thin fluid from his 
manhood leaving a cool trace on her thigh. He knelt between 
her knees, and she saw the jutting stiffness throbbing on his 
thighs. She watched with detatchment as he rocked forward, 
coming to rest on one elbow placed by her shoulder, and felt 
the round prodding in the soft flesh behind her pubic bone. It 
slipped around, opening the now moist lips, pushing ever toward 
the opening the soft folds concealed. It surprised her that 
her hips were moving to meet him, thrusting as if they had a 
life of their own. 

The pressure increased as he lowered himself further, and 
she felt her hips rocking to bring her softness to his hard 
probe. Her legs lifted her groin to meet him, and felt the 
round head slip into the vestibule behind the muscles concealed 
in the folds. Inward it pressed until she felt impaled to the 
core of her being. Taken to the very depths of her body and 
soul. Inward and out she felt the smooth friction, rocking 
with each movement in rhythm with his. 

Forever or a moment, she had no concept of how long it had 
been. An eternity of tension, released in a shudder of moments 
or hours, she had no idea what had happened within her being. 
The moment, or hours, passed into stupor, from which she rose 
again to shudder in pleasure. The fire within her ebbed and 
flowed, warming and cooling, rising and ebbing, filling her 
with sensations she knew nothing of. 

She felt the thickening and lengthening within her, then the 
spurting throbbing of that hard core inside. One last time the 
fires inside her flared to extinguish her awareness of her 
surroundings and self. The weight on her belly and his warm 
breath on her cheek gave her indication the movement was ended, 
and slowly she wakened again to awareness of him, the now 
softening, shrinking between the folds and the muscles below. 
At last the roundness slipped from her, and he rose to kneel by 
her feet again. 

He rose to his feet, and slowly dressed. She watched as his 
body was covered in cloth, and wondered if he would dress her 
too. When he was dressed, he sat by her side, stroking her 
hair and caressing her cheek. He lifted her to a sitting 
position, and kissed her cheek and forehead. For the first time 
she looked into his eyes, and saw a the reflection of herself, 
sitting. For a moment she thought she would stroke his cheek, 
but his hand caught her arm as it rose. 

She felt the cord loop over her fingers, and closed her hand 
to allow the loop to pass. It tightened around her wrist, and 
tenderly he pulled that arm to her other. He tied both wrists 
together, and idly she wondered how he would get her dressed 
while tied like this. 

He drew her to her feet, and brought out a chain from a 
pocket, looped it around her neck, and locked it with a small 
padlock. He led her to where her clothes were lying, and 
picked them up and put them on the pad, which he rolled and 
tucked under his arm. 

She followed as calmly and quietly as before, accepting the 
leash as if it belonged. Over the bridge and up the gentle 
slope she followed, onto the path to the parking lot. The park 
was abandoned, so no one could see her being led by the chain 
to a van parked alone. He opened the door and helped her climb 
in, and fastened the leash to the grab rail on the dash. The 
cold plastic on her warm behind felt new and strange, so odd 
and different, as the evening had been. 

He entered his side, and started the engine. The road 
rolled under them at a leisurely pace. Away from the town, the 
road was lonely and dark, lit only by headlights and the moon 
above. He drove to the side and stopped after a while, and 
opened the glove box and pulled out a blindfold which he tied 
over her eyes. 

For a while longer she felt the swaying and rolling as they 
travelled the road once more. The sound of the tires changed 
as he drove over gravel, slowly and carefully he guided the van 
up the drive. He stopped the engine, and she heard him get 
out, then her door opened and she heard the chain being taken 
from the rail. He helped her get out, and she felt grass under 
her feet as he led her away. The grass gave way to the smooth 
tile of a walk, and then she was stopped and heard him open a 
door. He led her inside, and closed the door again, then led 
her down a hallway that echoed strangely. She heard another 
door open, was turned to go through, then stopped and seated at 
the edge of what she took for a bed. 

He looped the chain through the frame of the bed, and she 
heard the lock snap in. He untied her hands, then rose. 
Expectantly she waited for what was to come, but all she heard 
were his steps as he walked out and closed the door. She 
waited in vain; he did not return. At last she lifted her 
hands to her face, and took the blindfold from her eyes. 

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