Amanda had been off to see her boyfriend and much anticipated weekend hook-up. A hook up that was in jeopardy as she stood in the summer Kansas heat.... A blue pick-up truck came over the horizon from the south. It looked as promising as anything. Amanda contemplated jumping out in the road and essentially forcing it to stop. But it became obvious that wouldn’t be necessary. The truck was slowing down as it approached. Surely, it was going to stop! It did stop.The truck stopped just yards. "I'm sorry to hear that, " I said,"but it's probably for the best. I don't think he understood yourspecial needs. You see, this is a very special garment, for a veryspecial type of woman. It's a restraining garment, designed to givethe wearer the feeling of being tightly bound. And there are loops forbindings to be attached." I slid one finger into a loop then withdrewit. Slowly, in and out, her eyes never left my hand as my fingerfucked the loop. "Why don't. He’s still tan from summer, though it was months ago and he has a beautiful tribal tattoo that decorates most of his back and sides.. and wraps around to his chest. I lean forward and touch the very tip of my tongue to his nipple. Again, he groans. My hand moves up and down along the heat of his shaft… and I love the feel beneath my fingers. He keeps circling my clit with his fingers… spreading the wetness of my desire to ease the friction. I moan and he laughs and shoves me towards his bed. I. Suddenly I'm flooded with a memory. My skin grows hotter, yet fills with goosebumps. An image of your lips fills my head. I take a deep breath and shake the thought out of my tipsy brain. This is my night, no thinking, no obsessing, no pining! Dinner is ready so I grab the bar stool and have a seat. The linguini with clam sauce I've created is a much needed treat. The notes of the salty clam mixed so perfectly with the cream I'm beyond surprised when the flash of spinach and garlic flavors.