The Trap, or The Genital Hunter

This happened several years ago. To some, it might seem like just recently, but for me, it's an eternity. Much of what I remembered and enjoyed before that day has faded and dulled in my memory.

In early June, I was returning home from work. It was a Friday and my last working day—a legitimate vacation was ahead, and feeling cheerful and full of life, I decided to take a walk, even though the weather wasn't ideal for it. A warm summer drizzle was falling after several days of unbearable heat. To shorten the path a bit, I went through the square. Little streams were flowing along the path, and stepping carefully to avoid splashing my trousers, I chose safer

and dry spots to place my foot and move on.

Under the branches of a maple tree, sheltering from the rain, stood a girl about twenty-five to thirty years old. She was completely soaked, even though she was wearing summer trousers that tightly hugged her beautiful, toned hips and firm buttocks. On her feet were light sandals, and her chest was covered by a blouse or T-shirt that also clung tightly to her body and breasts. All of this combined very elegantly with her figure and height, no more than a hundred and sixty centimeters, and I slowed my steps and stared at her. A slender waist, a fourth-size bust, and long, loose hair resting on her shoulders, down which raindrops trickled and spread across her soaked body. She was very beautiful. I felt sorry for her, although I was 200 percent sure that girls like her wouldn't even glance at tall, skinny guys like me. I was a head taller than her and, on top of that, hadn't shaved for two or three days—I wanted to grow a beard during my vacation and had already started growing it ahead of the last day.

— "Girl, why are you standing here? You could catch a cold, you're completely soaked," I said, addressing her.

— "I'm not made of sugar, I won't melt," she said curtly, as if cutting off the conversation.

I realized that the conversation could end there and I should head home, but I decided to ask one more thing for my own peace of mind. After all, no one would just stand and get wet in the rain for no reason.

— "Girl, maybe you need help. Are you looking for someone or waiting for someone?" I asked.

She turned toward me, looked me up and down, and said.

— "I arranged to meet friends in this square, but they didn't come, and I don't know anyone else in this city."

— "Do you know where your friends live?" I asked.

— "Yes, I've already been there twice, but the house is locked and no one's home," she replied.

— "If you're not afraid of a lonely bachelor, I can offer you to wait out the bad weather at my place, dry off, and I'll treat you to tea. I promise I won't bother you," I said and waited for an answer.

The girl thought for a moment, looked me over again, even though I was also soaked and had been looking at her.

— "Well, have you decided? I'm getting completely soaked," I asked again.

— "Okay, I agree. My name is Lena," the girl replied and walked toward me.

— "Then let's run, I live nearby," I said, and we quickened our pace.

Already in the yard—I lived in a private house—I said to Lena.

— "You can take my small room or settle in the big one—there are doors to both."

— "Which one do you sleep in?" Lena asked.

— "Usually, I sleep in the small one," I replied.

— "Well, then let's not change anything; I'll take the big one," she replied, and we entered the house.

I also changed and, tucking my half-aroused member into tight briefs so it wouldn't embarrass me, put on sweatpants and a T-shirt and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Soon, Lena came out too. We talked and discussed how she ended up in our town. She happily told her story, crossing and uncrossing her legs. I realized she was nervous and was calming herself this way. We drank tea with raspberry jam and chatted. Of course, her leg movements didn't go unnoticed by me, as I was very shy and didn't have a girlfriend, even though I was already over thirty. Then Lena got up from the table and went to her room; I turned and watched her movements, unable to look away. My member was already at its limit, and I struggled to restrain myself so as not to embarrass myself in front of my guest, but alas. As soon as Lena appeared in the doorway and her beautiful, firm breasts swayed with each step, my member began to pulsate and flood my briefs, forcefully releasing spurt after spurt of hot semen that spread and formed a wet spot. I was confused and didn't know what to do. Covering myself with my hand, I took the kettle from the table and began pouring tea into the empty cups, but I couldn't spill boiling water on my pants to hide the evidence—I was afraid of scalding myself. Grabbing a towel and covering myself a bit with it, I wiped the table and, in the meantime, decided to go outside. The rain was still falling, and this was the only way out. It turned out for the best; after doing a couple of chores in the rain and going to the toilet, I got wet and decided, to avoid a repeat next time, to resort to my favorite method. A shoelace was always in my pocket, and I tied it tightly around the base of my member. Slightly aroused and tied, it barely fit into my briefs, but one-third stuck out above the waistband, so I bent it at the tied point and tucked it between my legs, placing it between my buttocks, then pulled my briefs on as tightly as possible. When walking, I could feel my member getting in the way between my buttocks, but it was used to being in that position. I often tucked it away like this so that passersby on the street wouldn't see anything—I was embarrassed by judgmental looks and ridicule.

Having calmed down a bit, I returned to the house, and we continued to pass the evening. After about two hours, I already knew everything about Lena and was able to tell her a lot about myself. Trust developed between us, and I'd even say, openness.

Around nine in the evening, the rain had stopped, and Lena wanted to check if her friends had arrived. I gladly agreed to accompany her, even though the sun was still high in the summer sky. She smoothed out her now-dry trousers and blouse, and after changing, we went outside. We walked slowly along the sandy sidewalk, stepping over small puddles, and talked quietly. I always tried to let her go ahead so I could admire her figure, her buttocks swaying with each step, and her beautiful, slender legs clad in light trousers. I was ready to follow her for days and admire her beauty. Lena noticed my frequent lagging and asked.

— "Why do you keep falling behind, huh?"

— "The path is narrow, I don't want to get dirty," I lied, answering her question.

After passing through the now-familiar square, we walked another three hundred meters, and she asked me to wait. Lena approached one of the houses and knocked, but no one came out. After checking both sides and peeking in the windows, she returned to me with a dejected look.

— "Can you take me to the station?" Lena asked.

— "Why? The station is already closed, and buses won't run until tomorrow," I asked.

— "Well, I have nowhere to sleep tonight, and my friends haven't arrived," she said.

— "What's wrong with my place? There's enough room," I asked.

— "You have work tomorrow, and I don't want to impose," Lena said.

— "Come on, don't talk nonsense. I'm on vacation starting today, and you won't impose on me at all," I replied.

A smile appeared on Lena's face, and she asked.

— "Really, you're not lying to me?"

— "Today is Friday, and why would I lie?" I replied.

— "Just for one night. Okay?" Lena asked.

— "You can stay for the whole vacation until you reach your friends. And I won't be bored," I said, already feeling the tension and that I wouldn't hold back. Everything in my lower abdomen ached and pulsed. Good thing I had already tied it up at home, or I would have embarrassed myself in the middle of the street and scared Lena.

After making the bed, Lena went to sleep. I watched TV for a while longer, sitting in the armchair and glancing at her and then at the screen. Then I also went to sleep, first untying the shoelace from my member.

In the morning, I got up a bit earlier and took all precautions to avoid embarrassing myself again. After going to the toilet, I again tied up my restless member and, bending it between my legs, pressed it tightly with my briefs. Lena got up a little later, and we had breakfast. During the day, she went to check if her friends were home several times, and in the evening, we went together again. This continued for several more days. Lena had already gotten used to me and behaved more calmly, even helping me cook little by little. I went about my business and, whenever possible, watched her with my eyes as she passed by. Together, we picked out some of my clothes for her so she wouldn't dirty hers, but Lena always preferred shorts and one of my shirts. I wanted her to wear a shorter T-shirt, but I didn't even try to argue with her and enjoyed what I could occasionally glimpse. Now, every day, I had to take precautions to avoid embarrassment, tying up my member and carefully hiding it in my briefs between my buttocks. Of course, I had to sit on it myself and press it against the stool, but at least I was calm that it wouldn't spontaneously release a load of semen and soak my pants at an inopportune moment.

— "It's all clear, I've washed in a bathhouse like that before," she said and, taking a few things, went to wash.

I paced around, listening to the hiss of steam and the splash of water, and couldn't hold back. My member began to spurt streams of semen again, watering the garden path. I had untied it beforehand and didn't know that Lena would decide to go first. For about two minutes, my member twitched even though nothing was dripping anymore, and when it calmed down, I took a broom and quickly swept the path to cover the traces of my embarrassment.

Lena came out, wrapping her head in a towel and throwing on my long shirt, which hung on her like a dress—only it was wide, making it hard to see her figure underneath.

— "Enjoy the steam," I said and looked her over.

— "Thank you," replied Lena, flushed.

— "Didn't get dizzy? Head not spinning?" I asked.

— "No, everything's fine, just very hot," she said.

— "I made some cherry fruit drink, have some."

— "Okay," and she disappeared into the doorway.

I followed her in, took my clothes, and also went to wash. Imagining that Lena had been sitting naked on that bench just minutes ago, washing her bare body, I got aroused again and, under the sway of pleasure, couldn't stop masturbating. After about ten minutes, I came, though not as much as before, but I felt much better. Then I lay on the shelf for another twenty minutes, warming up, while my thoughts were in the house, imagining Lena and how we washed together, and all sorts of things came to mind.

After washing, again for caution—even though I seemed to have released a lot from my member that day—I decided to play it safe and tied it at the very base. It was limp, though not completely deflated after arousal, and dangled like a flushed sausage between my legs. The briefs I put on weren't very tight and couldn't press my member firmly against my buttocks. But that wasn't so important—it was exhausted and unlikely to rise again anytime soon. After getting dressed, I went home, and there a new shock awaited me. Lena had washed for about forty minutes in total, and I had somehow mentioned that I also took long steam baths and washed for a while, but here, exhausted, I came out after about twenty-five minutes or half an hour. I walked as I usually did, not stomping or shuffling my feet, and when I entered the house, I found Lena at the table wearing only panties, with her breasts exposed. She also didn't expect me to wash up so quickly and had decided to cool off this way after the steam room, calmly drinking cool cherry fruit drink. Seeing me, she squealed, covered her breasts with her hands, and shot past me like a bullet, almost knocking me over in the doorway, into her room.

— "Sorry, I didn't mean to," was all I could say to the trembling, fleeing buttocks of Lena, which I could only more or less make out.

— "Lena, forgive me, I didn't see anything. Honestly," I said.

Lena came out of her room about three minutes later, sat at the table, and said.

— "You're at home, why apologize? It's my fault, I relaxed after the bath."

She was already wearing my shirt, though no bra was visible underneath. I apologized again, looking into her embarrassed eyes, and didn't notice how my limp, tied member slipped out of my briefs and dangled in the right pant leg, slightly bulging it out. Lena, still flushed, looked me over, lingered briefly on that spot, and quickly turned away. I realized she had noticed and tried to ease the building tension.

— "I'll rest a bit, and then we'll have dinner," I said.

— "I don't want to eat yet, I haven't recovered from the bath," Lena said and also went to her room.

Entering my room, the first thing I did was change my briefs, putting on tighter ones, and calmly lay on the bed. So we lay in silence, digesting what had happened, each thinking our own thoughts, and after about an hour and a half, I went out to the kitchen and saw the table already set. I was surprised—when had she managed that? It seemed I hadn't slept, but it turned out I had dozed off a bit, and Lena had used that time to prepare dinner and set the table, while she went to the garden for fresh greens.

— "You seemed to have fallen asleep. I called you, but you didn't answer," Lena asked.

— "I guess I didn't even realize," I replied.

— "Well, shall we have dinner?" and she, rinsing the green onions and dill, sat at the table. I sat opposite and was afraid to look her in the eyes, just as she was with me, but our desires were stronger than fear, and she and I kept stealing brief glances at each other. The evening passed like that, and we went to our rooms.

Hot weather set in again, and we slept under sheets, but I often tossed and turned, sometimes finding my sheet on the floor in the morning, as happened this morning. As soon as I woke up, I immediately saw that my member had slipped out of my briefs and was sticking out like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, straining to release the urine accumulated overnight. The sheet was on the floor, and the door was slightly ajar. I quickly pulled on my pants and hurried into the yard, and when I returned to the house, out of curiosity, I peeked into the slightly open door and was stunned again. Lena was still asleep, and I could only see her right leg and a bit of her buttock. She was sleeping naked, with the sheet at her feet, barely covering her calf. I quickly stepped away from the door and started boiling water for tea. The habit of drinking tea in the mornings and having a light snack with sandwiches had stayed with me since school. Lena heard the noise in the kitchen and also got up, got dressed, and went outside. I watched her go, my shirt fluttering on her body in different directions, and then decided to get a second stool for her in her room. When I entered, I saw her trousers hanging on the back of the chair, with her bra carelessly covered by her blouse. My shorts were on the chair, and from under them peeked her lace panties, which I had seen on her yesterday