There we were in the waterbed room, staring at a bottle of oil beside the water bed.
"Oh my gosh, you've got to be kidding me. This is a Mazola Party?" said Cheryl.
"A Mazola party... complete with real Mazola Oil." the man picked up the bottle and poured a lot on the center of the bed. "Spread it out." he said to me.
It felt really... oily... at first, ugh! But gosh that vinyl bed got slick! I was in front of the man as I finished, he was behind me. He tickled my ribs, I grabbed for his hands, as I did he pushed me on the bed. I screamed as I went sliding across... and fell off the other side.
The girls were laughing. He grabbed Rachel next and pinned her arms behind her, then sent her sprawling across to land on top of me. We were a mass of oily arms, legs, tummies and breasts.
We got up and came round the bed. He was putting more oil on. Rachel and I pushed him. He was a rock. We, on the other hand, hands thick with oil, slipped off his skin, and fell on the bed once more, laughing. Soon Cheryl and Sandy were there, and we were all slipping and sliding covered with oil head to foot.
My hair! It was a slimey disaster, but I didn't care. We all looked like a cross between a witch and a drowning rat, and it was great!
The man jumped on, and we played King of the Hill. If all four of us pushed, we could slide him off.
We wrestled. He could hold any two of us down, we could hold him down if a girl held each arm and leg. We'd do that, then we'd massage him. He'd hold real still for that.
The rest is kind of a warm blur, except for when I was tied up again. This time wrists crossed over my head and ankles crossed and I was tied across the waterbed lying on my back. I couldn't move a muscle. The girls were massaging my hands and feet, and the man... the man had me like I'd never dreamed. One hand was in my crotch rubbing my pussy. The other was all over my face. His thumb was rubbing under my chin, a couple fingers were across my lips, one was across my eyes and the pinky was on my forehead. I never realized how big a man's hands were. His fingers were all moving exploring my tender skin. And all the while he was using his lips to suck my tummy and breasts -- one nipple, then slowly across to the other. How could a man make me feel so good?
"You have experienced the triple treat, my dear." he said as he finished.
Finally, he tied us all up again. A hog-tie this time. We lay side-by-side on the waterbed, our hands tied behind us, and our feet pulled to our butts.
"Lets see who's Miss Houdini. Who can get out of this?" I struggled a little, but I wasn't going anywhere. The man was moving back and forth between us massaging us as we struggled. He rubbed my wrists and ankles where the ropes were holding me. The sensation! His touch brought the rope feeling alive even more. I struggled harder, I was getting queer feelings inside me, but I was no closer to freedom.
Finally he let us go. He looked tired. I know I was beat.
"OK girls, time to get cleaned up and go home." he said.
I went back to the shower in a daze. It took three sudsings to get the oil out of my hair, but it didn't take long. I really was going to be a witch until tomorrow. I'd have to tell Mom I was swimming and lost my bathing cap. I towel dried my hair and got my clothes on.
The man was in his suit again. The transformation was amazing. I knew him now, I always would. But before today he would have been nameless and invisible to me. If he'd tried to talk with me I'd have shut him down. If he kept trying, I'd figure he was some sort of teenage abuser or rapist.
"Turn around, dear."
"Huh, Oh." I'd been daydreaming. I was the last. Sandy, Cheryl and Rachel were already standing in line with arms behind them and blindfolds over their eyes. There was a loop of rope running between their necks. I turned around and crossed my arms real high. The man understood, he looped my wrists three times, then put a loop around my neck to hold them high. Sometimes I'd dreamed of getting tied this way with my arms held really high were there was no chance I could move them. I was really helpless now, and my body was tingling all over.
"OK?" he rubbed my shoulders a bit. I nodded OK, I was speechless with sensation. He wrapped the cloth over my eyes, then brought the cloth around again, and placed it over my mouth. I opened my mouth, the cloth slipped in, and I was gagged. Just like he said, it really was fun. He added me to the rope chain, and led us slowly out to the van.
The man helped us back into the van, and drove us back to the parking lot. He untied me first. I looked around. His bag was in the van, and my rope and blindfold were disappearing into the bag. Except for my hair, there wasn't a sign of where I'd been.
He was reaching for Rachel, when I grabbed his arms, and kissed him hard. I mouthed, "Thank you." to him. He looked a little surprised, then he kissed me back, and I now know the meaning of melting in someone's arms. I wasn't trying to, but I found was pressing every inch of skin against him I could. I rubbed my breasts into his chest, and I would have had a dislocated spine if I'd got any closer. We came up for air, and he reached in his pocket and pulled out a card. He slid it into my bra. I reached for it, he stopped me. Our secret.
He untied the others, took his bag, and slipped out. We girls were still sort of sitting in a circle in the back of the van. In a moment we heard the BMW start up and drive away. I looked at the van clock. It said 7:03
I dropped off the girls and went home. We didn't say much, we just agreed to say that we'd all gone swimming that afternoon at The Boilers swimming hole. I was late, and I got yelled at and grounded for the weekend for driving the car without an adult. "Thank goodness nothing happened." scolded Dad.
In my room, I finally pulled out the card. It was blank, but it was still from him to me. I can smell that tall, dark stranger on the card to this day.