LOST AND FOUND

Walking home from high school one day I saw something colourful lying on the
sidewalk. I bent over to look at it, and saw that it was a brightly coloured
silk scarf. Without stopping to think I reached down and picked it up. Quickly
stuffing it in my pocket, I walked on. As I went, I wondered why I had done
that. I knew I liked scarves somehow, and although I hadn't tried any of it
yet, my mind was full of things that might be done with them. Suddenly I found
myself walking along the street with a pretty respectable hardon.

When I got home I locked the door of my room behind me and took out the scarf.
It was about 3 feet square, thick but very supple, made out of very soft silk.
Without knowing anything about it, I suspected that it might be pretty
expensive.

I undressed and lay on the bed, holding the scarf. I stroked my body with it,
wrapping it around my hardon. Then I folded it into a band and tied it around
my eyes. Quickly after that I came, biting down to suppress a scream of
pleasure.

In the following days I used the scarf regularly while masturbating,
alternately blindfolding myself and stroking wyself with it, even coming into
it a couple of times.

About a week after finding the scarf, a little poster on the wall of my
school's main corridor caught my eye. It was colour printed with large
lettering. At the top it said: "Have YOU found my scarf?" Underneath was a
photo of Vera, one of the sexiest girls in the school, wearing the scarf around
her neck. Below that there was information about how to contact her. The poster
stressed that the scarf had sentimental value for her, and she was very anxious
to get it back. She even promised an unspecified reward.

The rest of that day I was deep in thought. I really liked the scarf, even more
so knowing that it was Vera's, and I was reluctant to give it up. On the other
hand, I could see some possibilities in giving it back.

In the end I opted for the latter. With a pounding heart I slipped the
following note into her locker:

"Vera! If you want your scarf back, stand under the stairs in the west wing at
6 PM today, facing the wall. DON'T look back."

Under the stairs was probably the most secluded place in the building, not
counting basements and attics we could not enter. The odds of someone walking
in on us there if we kept our voices down were very slim.

Full of trepidation, I lurked around the stairs before six o'clock. And sure
enough, on the stroke of six there came Vera striding along the corridor,
looking around her to see if she could find the anonymous poster of the note.
Not being able to pick him out, she disappeared into the small corridor leading
under the stairs.

I waited a minute or so, then followed. When I came to the last corner, I
peered carefully around it. There she was her back to me, up against the wall.
Moving swiftly to her back, I reached round and grasped her chin, whispering:
"Don't turn around."

She stood trembling slightly, and said with a mixture of apprehension and
irritation: "OK. But why? Are you going to hurt me?"

"No, I won't hurt you. I want to give you back your scarf, but I want to do it
in a special way. Please indulge me. Look on it as my reward."

"What are you going to do?"

"All I want to do is give you the scarf, but I want to leave it tied around
your eyes. Is that OK?"

Even from behind she managed to look puzzled, and when she answered after a
while it was with a slightly tremulous voice.

"Yeah, I guess that's all right. But why?"

"You're a beautiful girl, and your scarf is beautiful, and I really want to see
the two of you combined in that special way. What do you think of that? Do you
think I should seek help?"

"Well it's rather strange, but I guess it makes sense in a certain way."

I took out the scarf, which I had previously folded into a broad band. I
slipped it over her head, laid it across the bridge of her nose, and slowly
drew the ends back, wrapping the soft silk over her face. As I tied the knot in
back, I noticed that her trembling had increased. I turned her to face me.

"Why are you trembling?"

Her neck head down, her mouth open, she hesitated for a while, obviously
wondering about the same.

"I really don't know. I'm not scared. Really I'm not."

"I'll be leaving now. Before I go I just want to do two things. First I'd like
one kiss."

"OK. No harm in that."

She pouted and leaned slightly forward. It looked comic and very cute. I waited
for a few seconds, then kissed her. At first she maintained the pout. Then I
pushed my tongue lightly against her lips and she parted them.

It remained quite a celibate kiss, and although it seemed like she might be
willing to go just a bit further, I broke it up.

"Thanks. I liked that. Now just one more thing before I go. I really don't want
you to recognize me. Although you've behaved so far, I don't think I can trust
you to keep your blindfold on while I leave. I know I couldn't resist the
temptation in your shoes."

"So ...," she said, wondering.

"I'll have to tie your hands behind your back. I'll tie them very loosely, so
you'll be able to get free in a couple of minutes. By then I'll be gone."

She frowned, then shrugged and turned around, putting her hands behind her
back.

I wrapped a strip torn from an old bedsheet a few times around her wrists and
tied a loose knot. Then I turned her to face me again.

"Thank you for agreeing to give me this reward."

"Thank you for returning the scarf." She bowed her head. "And ... although it's
all a bit weird, I want to say you've been very nice about it." She smiled.

That smile was to much for me. Staring at the blindfolded and bound girl in
front of me I slipped my hand into my pants and jerked off with a few swift
strokes. Then I ran away, not waiting to see if she noticed what I'd been
doing.

- - -

Hardly was I back home before I started thinking how I should have made more of
this, how I could have handled it better. Now this moment was over, lovely
though it had been, and I'd lost the scarf.

So it goes.

- - -

The next day I found a note in my locker:

"If you want an extra reward, stand under the stairs in the west wing at 6 PM
today, facing the wall. DON'T look back."