A HOBBY IN COMMON
(bond, cons, mf)

	It was really the scarves that made me notice her. Not that she wasn't
noticeable for her own sake, but there was a lot of noticeable girls in the
club, and besides, there's this thing I have about scarves. There were four of
them in all. A long red cotton scarf was tied around her waist, over the short
black dress she was wearing. A large patterned satin one was wrapped around her
neck. Third, a plain black silk scarf served her as a headband, holding back
her long blond hair as it swayed with her dancing. As a final touch, a flimsy
length of white silk dangled from her right wrist. Needless to say, I was
totally gone.
	Now, I'm not a forward type. Not exactly shy, but my self-confidence isn't
what it should be. In situations like this, I tend to just stay close for a
while, try to make myself visible, and see what happens. I was telling myself
not to get my hopes up, this woman was too much to hope for, but soon, in spite
of myself, I was making somewhat more of an effort than usual. I was dancing
with a purpose, and repeatedly trying to make eye-contact.
	When she looked at me and smiled, I almost dropped. Then, I almost ran
away. Thankfully, I ended up standing and smiling back like an idiot. That got
her smiling even more. "I like your smile," I mouthed at her. "What?" she
mouthed back at me. I just shook my head, still smiling, and moved closer. In a
while, we were dancing close, then closer, and then she grabbed my head and
pulled me into a kiss. As she stroked my hair, the scarf hanging from her wrist
brushed against my cheek, sending something like an electric shock all the way
down my body. "Come on," I shouted, and led her from the dance-floor to a less
noisy, less crowded part of the club.
	We managed to find seats, and I went for drinks after making her solemnly
swear not to go away. When I got back, we just sat and examined each other for
a while. Let me start by describing what I guess she saw. A slim
thirty-year-old, medium height, with longish light brown hair, rather striking
blue eyes, and a not-quite-successful beard. As for me, I could hardly believe
what I was seeing. This girl was amazing. Probably a couple of years younger
than me, she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and when she smiled, she
tended to look down and half-close her hazel eyes. Suffice it to say that the
rest of her was perfect.
	This couldn't be happening. I leaned over and kissed her. As we kissed and
stroked each other, my hands must have unconsciously strayed to the scarves, so
that I was stroking her hair through the silk headband, her neck through the
satin scarf and fondling her waist under the length of cotton.
	Suddenly she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Like my scarves?" she
asked softly. "Shit! Cought!" I thought, and started working on resigning
myself to being turned away as a pervert. I stared right back at her, blushing,
not knowing what to say, and probably looking like a hurt puppy. After looking
at me seriously for a while, finally she smiled again, warily at first, saying:
"It's all right. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Is there anything you would
like to do with them?"
	I was stunned. Was she thinking of what I hoped she was thinking of? I
decided that although I certainly had a lot to lose, it was nothing compared to
what there might be to gain by answering this question honestly.
	"Yes."
	"Want to tell me what?"
	"Phew, wait a sec, this isn't easy." I was sweating intensely, and couldn't
look her in the eye.
	At this point she decided to help me out, bless her. "You would like to tie
me up, wouldn't you?"
	I cleared my throat and tried to keep my voice steady as I said slowly:
"That's right, I would like to tie you up. I would like to tie you in various
ways with your scarves, I would like to blindfold you, I might like to gag you.
I would kiss you, stroke you, lick you, tease you a bit, and then I'd make love
to you. But I would not hurt you in any way, and at any time you could tell me
to stop, and I would release you instantly." When this lengthy speech had
stumbled its way out of my mouth I remained sitting, staring at the reflection
of the blinking lights from the dance-floor in my beer. It seemed like decades
passed before she spoke.
	"I thought as much." In a serious tone. Nothing else.  What did she mean?
Was she laughing at me, angry, disgusted, what?
	Very slowly, heart thumping away, I looked up, only to see her smiling
radiantly back at me.
	"And I suspect you might like me to do the same to you!"
	That did it. I decided I must have died and gone to perverts' heaven.
	"Yes, I would. Does this mean you think it's a good idea?"
	"Of course it's a good idea. It's mine, isn't it!" I had to admit it was.
	
	Ñ Ñ Ñ
	
	As it happened, she lived just a couple of blocks away. She opened the door
and ushered me into a small, neat flat. Then she took off her coat and just
stood looking at me. She seemed to have put her initiative away with the coat,
and now she was waiting for me to take the lead.
	I walked slowly up to her and put my arms around her. "Are you sure you
trust me enough to go through with this?" I asked her. She looked up and
nodded, smiling, but I noticed that she was trembling slightly. I had a sudden
revelation. "You haven't done this before, have you?" "No," she said, "and I
don't think you have, either." This time it was me making a smile do as an
answer, as I put my hands on her forearms and gently pushed them back, crossing
her wrists behind her back. She was breathing heavily through her nose while I
took the ends of the silk band that was tied to her right wrist, tied a knot in
it and very slowly tightened it around the other wrist. The length of the scarf
was good for another wrap around both her wrists and a double knot to secure
it.
	By now she was really panting. Her eyes had closed, and her mouth opened. I
put my hands on her cheeks, and kissed her lips gently. She managed to press
another one of her lovely smiles through her exitement when she felt my
hardness against her.
	Next, I pulled the headband of black silk down over her eyes and tightened
the knot in back. Her lower face relaxed, her mouth slightly open and her
breath coming in short intense bursts.
	"Oh, please, I want to hold you." She was tugging at the smooth scarf
holding her hands captive behind her back.
	"Be careful what you wish for, you might get it. You don't really want me
to untie you, do you?"
	"N-no."
	"If ever you do want me to, just wiggle your ears."
	"What? I can't do that!"
	"Sorry, this is no time for flippancy. If you do want me to untie you, just
say 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'."
	She giggled. This was wonderful. Here was this really cute blonde standing
in front of me, blindfolded, with her hands tied behind her, giggling at my
infantile jokes.
	"And if I gag you, or if you have trouble saying the word, intense nodding
will do the trick as well. Got it?"
	She nodded slowly, not intensely at all.
	I decided she needed fewer clothes and more bondage. I untied the cotton
scarf she wore as a belt. It was wrapped three times around her waist, and was
at least six feet long. I laid the scarf aside for the moment, and turned my
attention to her dress. Conveniently, it had no shoulder straps. All I had to
do was zip it down in the back and it just slid down her, falling in a heap on
the floor, revealing a body at least as perfect as I had imagined. She just
stood there trembling as I gently removed her strapless bra, and then pulled
her panties off.
	"Are you uncomfortable with this?" I asked her softly.
	"Well...", she whispered.
	"Don't be," I interrupted her. "You are beautiful. There's no reason you
should feel tense or humiliated about the fact that I'm here, admiring your
naked body, while you can't see me. Anyway, you're not missing that much. And
if you really think it's unfair, you can get even later."
	That brought a smile. Now I reached for the cotton scarf, and wrapped it
around her elbows. I tightened it, bringing her elbows closer together, though
not enough to hurt. Then I brought the ends around her chest, one above and the
other below her breasts, and tied them together in back.
	I still hadn't used one of the scarves. She was still wearing a
blue-patterned satin scarf around her neck. I thought of saving this for later,
then changed my mind.
	"I think I'm going to gag you now. Not too severely, though. What do you
think of that?"
	She shrugged. "All right." While I was taking her scarf off and tying a
knot in it, she asked: "Don't you want me to tell you my name before you gag
me?"
	"No. If you tell me your name after I take the gag out, I'll take it as
sign that you want to see me again. Now, open up."
	"Just one more thing, while I'm still reasonably articulate. If you need
more ... equipment, look in the top drawer in the bedroom. Now gag me!"
	She opened her mouth and accepted the silken knot I slipped into it. I then
tied the ends of the scarf at the back of her neck, under her hair, taking care
not to pull it. This gag was of course far more symbolic than effective, it
wouldn't silence her much if she was really screaming, and if she wanted to she
could push it out with her tongue.
	"Now, let's check out the bedroom." I pushed the bound, gagged and
blindfolded girl gently in front of me through the curtain separating the
living-room and bedroom. The bed was great, brass, with railings at both ends.
This was a bed with a mission, one which it was going to fulfil tonight.
	I sat her down on the bed, then went and pulled out the top drawer. I
couldn't help whistling. If I had had any doubts that I had found a soul-mate,
they promptly dissolved. The large drawer was literally filled with scarves,
neatly folded and arranged, apparently according to some system. There were
large ones, small ones, thin ones, thick ones, square ones, oblong ones, silk,
cotton, velvet, all colors, brands, fashion-houses, religious convictions and
political orientations. As if to dispel any misunderstanding that these were
purely for decorative purposes, in one corner of the drawer there lay, as if
for diversity, a single pair of handcuffs and four coils of soft rope, and in
another, a vibrator that obviously had seen some use. So, for that matter, had
the scarves. Many were quite stretched and worn. In fact, they reminded me of
my own collection, smaller though it was.
	I had a sudden vision that almost made me come right there. I pictured this
beautiful girl doing what I had so often done myself: Tying her legs together
or out to the bedposts, stuffing a scarf in her mouth and wrapping another
about her head, blocking sight, then stroking herself with the vibrator, and
perhaps another scarf, imagining that in fact her hands were bound as well, and
the hands doing the stroking were not her own, but those of her unseen lover.
Who was he? What was he like? Did he bear any resemblance to me, this lover she
saw from behind her blindfold when she made love to herself? Tonight it didn't
matter, because tonight it was me. I was he.
	Emerging from this reverie, I turned to her and said: "Very impressive."
Her lips, wrapped around the satin gag, made some movement, which I interpreted
as a smile. "Actually," I added, "I don't think I'll manage to use all of these
tonight, so I'll probably have to come back later. So I guess I can tell you my
name now. Hi, I'm Tom, pleased to meetcha." Then, as an afterthought, I added:
"You know, if we merged our scarf collections, I'm sure we'd make the Guinness
Book of Records."
	In a while I had her spread-eagled on the bed, still gagged and
blindfolded, her arms and legs tied to the bedposts with four long white silk
scarves. Waiting for my next move in this totally defenseless position, she was
positively whimpering with exitement.
	I searched the drawer and found a very large scarf of the thinnest silk.
This I rolled up, and standing over her spread it out quickly so that it
covered her completely. Then I dragged it off her body very slowly. By now she
was whining with pleasure, and I couldn't blame her. I almost started to hurry
this, exited from the prospect of her eventually doing the same to me.
	I stroked her several times with the large scarf. Then I left it covering
her, slipped my head quickly under it, and attacked her inviting cunt with my
tongue. As I had suspected, it took only seconds of licking to bring her to a
thrashing, screaming orgasm. The imperfect gag was obviously not enough to save
her from some knowing smiles from neighbors the next day.
	Sliding the scarf off her sweaty body I asked: "Would you like a more
effective gag before I fuck you?" She nodded, not forgetting in spite of her
exitement to do it slowly. I gathered three cotton scarves, rolled one into a
bundle, tied a knot in the middle of the second, and folded the third into a
strip. Then I took out her satin gag. Before I could replace it with the
rolled-up scarf, she managed to pant: "It's Sandra." I smiled, and putting off
her new gag for a minute, kissed her fondly, intimately. Then I slipped the
cotton wad into her mouth, tied the scarf with the knot over it to hold it in,
then covered her mouth completely with the third scarf. "All right, that should
give the neighbors a chance to sleep."
	I decided to restrain her more completely before mounting her. I tied one
end of a long cotton scarf to her left knee, pulled it under the bed and tied
it to the other knee, pulling her knees out to the sides of the bed. Then I did
the same to her elbows. Now she was practically immobile.
	I now knelt between her legs, my dripping cock standing out. I ran my hands
over her breasts and belly for a few seconds, then stabbed her wide-open cunt.
After a few slow, controlled thrusts we both came, her moaning into her gag, me
grunting and panting.
	I quickly but softly removed her gag, blindfold and bonds. Then I lay down
beside her, our bodies as close as possible. "Please stay," she said simply.
Knowing that she didn't mean just the night, I answered: "I wouldn't dream of
leaving."