What could be more simple than a trip to Wal-Mart? A lot it turns out.

Through the darkly tinted windows I could see the exit signs flash by overhead. Every jarring, rocking motion in the road a reminder of where we were going and why. SSSWWWAAAYYYYYYY you feel going around those corners at speed. It seemed like such a simple dare at first. Maybe I should have thought things through a little more before agreeing to it. Sometimes my naivete gets the better of me, but Lindsay can be pretty convincing. Watching her had convinced me to try my first outdoors bondage after all. "Try this with me, you'll enjoy this too!"

I still couldn't believe we were actually doing this, but at this point, we were committed. Nude, tightly single-sleeved, handcuffs around our ankles, and well gagged, we could do little more than lay next to each other in the back of the mini-van. No, I take that back, we could glare at our "chauffeur" as he seemed to go out of his way to hit every pothole and bump in the road.

Bump! "Mggghpphh!" Shimmy "MMMM" BUMP RATTLE "AMMMPPPPPGGGH!"

A little muffled giggling. I don't think car designers quite had this situation in mind when designing for passenger comfort.

Cars passed. Trucks passed. Big trucks passed. We passed some of them as well. I had to giggle a little more. I'm kind of used to truckers honking if I'm driving down the road in the convertible. The breeze through your hair making it flow out behind you in a wave, the pinpricks of goosebumps from the shifting delicate to rustling fan of air over your arms and neck. The sounds of them honking appreciatively, especially when you look down and realize your hemline from your skirt is starting to creep up a little from the random downdrafts into the car, and you're showing a little thigh above the tops of your hosiery. Here we were, showing a lot more than that, and nobody in the other cars seemed to notice one whit.

I still had my breeze from the open driver-side window flowing back over us, which normally would have been quite soothing. Don't get me wrong, it always feels great to feel the wind tickling my skin on a warm summer day. In this case though, it exacerbated a certain little problem. Ever have a bug hit you in the ear when driving down the highway at speed? I had the same stinging feeling in both my nipples.

I had put my own clamps on before being sleeved, and once in the back of the van, Lindsay's were put on, with the chain between them intertwined with the chain between mine.

As we shifted position trying to get comfortable, that connection would sometimes get a bit taut. "UNNGGGHGHHHH MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!" Add a cool breeze and a little zoning out on both our parts, and that extra blood flow making things a little more sensitive...... God.

Finally there..... Seems like forever though I know it's only been a 25 minute ride. We parked a little away from the building..... I saw the top of it through the windows, but it hadn't receded by much when we pulled into our parking space. Hands loomed over the seat, and Lindsay was quickly blindfolded. I felt so helpless as I saw a blindfold coming at my face next. I twisted and squirmed and groaned in protest, but all that earned me was the all too familiar sting and tugging sensation. I quickly relented and shivered and shook a little bit and that sensation running through me just relaxed me completely as I was enclosed in darkness and felt the strap being buckled down tight behind my head. "Have fun!"

Fun?!?

Ok, I was experiencing that weird rush of exhilaration and of being utterly and completely scared. What if someone decided to take a hard look into the back?

The windows were dark, but still could be seen into. We could hear people going in both directions past the van. They didn't sound close, but we couldn't see them. What if someone was watching right now?

We both seemed to lay still in the back........ I know I did.................. hoping to not attract attention. If someone was looking in, I don't think they were going to appreciate the symmetry of our tan lines; though I was acutely aware that those three little triangles of paler skin we both sported in front, with faint string lines for the rest, were probably going to quickly draw their eyes to certain areas. Kind of funny, thinking of flowing lines.... like in photography......eyes drawn along those lines to areas of interest. God... What if someone WAS taking pictures?!?!

The sound of the driver door open.... relief! A quick check to make sure we were okay, then the sound of the van starting up. We were so spent I think that neither of us seemed to protest that the blindfolds stayed in place. Once again we drove for what seemed like forever. I heard the familiar sound of a semi honking next to us at one point, and I'll never know if they were signaling to someone else..... or if they had taken that long hard look down through the back windows.

The van stopped once we got home. The restraints came off in the back of the van, though we did spend a few minutes still bound and gagged when the clamps came off. Thank goodness for gags? I don't think we would have had anything ladylike to say in the few minutes after feeling that stinging ache relieved, only to be replaced with the gagged version of "OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! OUCH OWWWW OWWWWWWW!!!!"

Once completely freed, We just sat there in the back of the van for a bit. I just couldn't stop trembling. Fear, exhilaration, and all the sensations physical, I couldn't believe I had just done what we had done. Skydiving, white water rafting, I just couldn't imagine anything else coming close.

Did this mean I was now one of those "adrenaline junkies?" LOL.