“Hey there Gorgeous, you look lonely.”
I looked at him, his crass approach off-putting, but those beautiful blue eyes intense and inviting. Maybe I could have some fun with this one.
“Looks can be deceiving,” I told him, “But you’re cute for trying so I’ll buy you a drink and you can keep trying a little longer.”
He drank beer of course, so I bought him a pint and waited for his next move. It didn’t come; I guess that awful opening had never worked before. Maybe I needed to help things along. “You’re not going to ask if I come here often?”
He smiled at that, had the grace to blush. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate two bad pick-up lines so soon after each other,” he said, “So I was thinking..”
I interrupted him. I didn’t care what he was thinking, it wasn’t his brain I was interested in. “You were thinking ‘How can I get into her knickers’. It’s ok, just admit it.”
He looked at me in stark surprise, then admitted it.
“I’m not wearing knickers,” I admitted in return, “But if you play your cards right you can get into my tights, into my underwear.”
He smiled at that, leaned in towards me, gave me a beery kiss. That wasn’t playing his cards right at all, but I didn’t admit that, just grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him from the bar stool and out after me.
“I’m driving,” I said, leading him through the carpark. He didn’t complain, got in the passenger side, let me take him home. My home.
The next kiss was offered before I’d opened my door, a clumsy effort that showed more enthusiasm than skill. I shook my head in amusement, opened the door, led him into my house.
“Undress.” My command was simple, straightforward, obvious. He obeyed, a male body in its prime, the muscles of manhood without the flab of middle age. I nodded in appreciation.
Cocking a finger I curled it back towards myself, beckoning him to follow. His enthusiasm was now physically obvious, pointing the way for him, making it easy for him to follow. We walked through the house until I stopped by a closed door and turned to face him.
“Close your eyes. I want to surprise you.”
He closed his eyes. I surprised him, pulled him by his enthusiasm into the room after me, sat him gently on a soft seat and leaned him back, holding his arms above his head as I gave him a kiss. Sucking on his bottom lip and letting my teeth graze it, I avoided tongues and withdrew when he tried to invade me with his. By then it was too late, he’d been too distracted to notice or care that I was fastening his wrists above his head, and while he was coming to terms with that I tied the leather cuffs to his ankles too.
“Oh, kinky,” he said, “I’m at your mercy now.”
I just laughed, but kept the charade going, unzipped my dress and let it fall to my feet. I didn’t have a slip on so he got a quick look at my bra, doing a wonderful job of accentuating my cleavage, then looked lower down, below my waist.
“Umm. Is that…?” He hesitated to ask the question.
I smiled and nodded at him. “Yes, it’s a diaper. And you wanted to get into my underwear, so take a look at your lovely comfy seat.”
He looked down, discovered he wasn’t sat on the bed at all. There was a layer in the way, soft and padded. Highly absorbent, with a waterproof cover.
I tugged the front of it up between his thighs, and he lost his enthusiasm as I lost sight of it, secured it safely behind its plastic prison.
“Now my baby boy,” I told him, “Let’s teach you to use that mouth properly.”
I straddled him, took off my own diaper and lowered myself to his now less eager lips. Time for that tongue to invade me after all.