Plastic Ambush

by Daniel Guy.

Cathy walks along the grassy path up through the wood, a mile from her cottage, and enjoys the shafts of early evening sunshine on her face.  The narrow path leads upwards till it reaches a clearing in the trees. There she pauses as she always does, to look out across a lush green valley. There she listens out for chirruping of birds.  Then she looks around to check that no one is approaching before reaching into her pocket and fetching out a two tightly folded clear plastic bags. She kneels down, lifts a flat white stone lying in the grass beside the pathway and lays the bags beneath it. She fetches out a dog biscuit from another pocket, crushes it in her hand, sprinkles the crumbs over the bags and then replaces the stone. 

Having brushed the dust from her hands, she walks a few yards up from the path, sits on the trunk of a fallen tree, and waits.  To while away the time, she smokes a joint, and watches, where the tiny path ambles off down the slope.  Cathy believes that smoking keeps her thin. She’s in her thirties but and still attracts most men, with her long black hair and deep blue eyes, and that’s the way she wants to stay.

Half an hour passes and then she hears someone approach. Her heart beats fast. A young black Labrador puppy gallops up the path and into view, then stops suddenly in its tracks when it sees Cathy up ahead.  It barks for a moment but then the buzzing of a bee distracts it, and it darts off playfully into the undergrowth.  Cathy holds her breath with expectation and delight. Following behind seconds later, there appears a good-looking, skinny youth of about nineteen, with long brown hair and the shadow of a beard around his chin.  It’s him.  She is thrilled.

Everything is going to plan. He walks along the path and whistles to his dog. The dog tears past, and then putting his nose to the ground he moves directly to the stone.

The young man ignores him, looks up and notices Cathy.

She smiles and says 'Hello.'

The youth is shy and just smiles back momentarily before looking back to see his dog barking at the stone.

Together they watch it as it starts to move the stone with its nose and front paws, till the tightly folded plastic bags are revealed.  

Cathy calls over.  'What's he found?'  

'Dunno' replies the lad as he wanders over to see.

Deciding to be bold, Cathy gets up and stands with him beside the stone.  He kneels down, picks up the plastic bags and slowly unfolds them both.

'Strange, huh?' she says, as she takes them from his hand and pretends to examine them innocently.  

It’s easy then for Cathy to strike up a conversation with the youth and she asks him what his dog is called.

‘Fritz’ replies the lad.

‘I’ve seen you walking him in these woods before.’ she says, and then remarks on how fast the dog is growing and how beautiful and quiet it is in this part of the wood. Cathy is as chatty as she can be, asking many questions, like where the youth lives, how Fritz got his name.  

‘I’m Cathy, pleased to meet you’ she says finally, and the youth replies that his name is Luke.  Cathy thinks fast and decides to move to the next phase in her plan.  

‘Listen.  I’ve got a nice fat joint in my bag. I often come up here for a smoke.  You fancy sharing it with me?’   

Luke looks surprised at first, imagining Cathy would be too mature and sensible.  He accepts the offer nevertheless and goes over with Cathy to sit back on the log.  As they chat Cathy's heart continues to race. So far everything is going well. She keeps the conversation going, hoping to win the trust of this attractive young man whom she'd seen so many times walking in the wood, and fantasised about. Cathy keeps the two plastic bags in her hand and when the conversation reaches a natural pause, she holds up the bags and says,

'I’m still struggling to work out why someone put these bags under that stone..'

Luke shrugs his shoulders.

Cathy opens up one of the bags and reads aloud the warning sign written in red capitals along the bottom of the bag 'Danger: to avoid suffocation keep this bag away from children and babies.'

'I think it’s dangerous to leave plastic bags lying about in a wood. Kids might come along and try putting them over their heads.....'

Luke draws on the thick joint and nods in agreement. Cathy goes on, repeating a script she had written in her head and had practiced over and over again.

'When I was fifteen my older brother, who was always horrible to me, played this trick on me. One night when our parents were out, he tied my wrists behind my back and slipped a plastic bin liner over my head.'

'Did he?' 

'I was really scared at first and I remember I started to cry right away, but then.....'

Cathy trails her voice off and turns to look straight at Luke sitting beside her.

'... well it was really strange because suddenly I started feeling sort of....horny.' 

She giggles nervously.

'Really?'  Luke grins; now he seems interested.

'Yes. Very strange. I can't explain it. I didn't really want him to take it off. I mean I was glad he let go in the end of course, but I didn't let on that I was enjoying it.......'

There is a calculated silence between for a few seconds before Cathy goes on.

'Have you ever tried it?'

'No.'

An uncomfortable silence follows and Cathy begins to panic. The conversation is lapsing. She is suddenly afraid the youth will decide to get up and leave any second. Then it would all be over. Fritz sits in the grass in front of them, panting patiently, waiting to go on with its walk. 

Then Luke tells her that when he was at college, a guy put a plastic shopping bag over his head and ran through the library one day for a laugh, but that was it.  Another silence follows. Cathy asks if Luke has any siblings.  It’s the only thing she can think of saying.  He tells her he has two older brothers.  Cathy makes a weak joke about not trying the trick on them.  Luke grins politely.  There is another silence.  Luke is enjoying the effects of the joint, but Cathy feels compelled to speak.

'I've never tried putting a bag over my head since, but I've often wondered if it would make me feel the same....'

Luke turns and looks straight at Cathy with an expression of slight curiosity. Then suddenly, and unexpectedly he giggles.

‘You’re crazy.’

She sighs softly, with relief and then she laughs in agreement.

Then to her delight he says,    

'Why don't you try it now?'

She hides her victory with an innocent smile.

'Shall I? Suppose someone comes up the path.'

'They won't.  Fritz will bark if he hears anyone coming.'

She holds up the bag and starts to open it out.

'O.K. This is a bit crazy but I'll have a go.'

She slips the clear plastic food bag over her head and gathers the end tight around her neck. She breathes out and the bag fills out like a shiny clear balloon.

She turns to face Luke and grins.

'How do I look?'

Luke offers just a slightly nervous smile.

'You look funny. Like an astronaut or something...'

'It feels really good. The warm air pressing on my face.'

She sucks in all the air till the plastic clings to the contours of her face. She opens her mouth and closes her eyes and looks up to the branches of the trees.

'Aaaaaaaahhhhh.' she groans, opening her legs slightly and passing her hand gently over her breasts.

'Be careful.' says Luke, but he grinning at the same time.

Cathy continues to enjoy the sensation, now so much more pleasurable with the guy she’d been fantasising about for months sitting next to her and watching intently. After a minute she pulls off the bag.   

'Wow! That was soo horny' she says, smiling, then adds, 'I suppose I shouldn't really have done that. I mean you're young and impressionable.'

'I don't mind.'

The conversation pauses again for a moment as she regains her breath and unbuttons the top of her red cotton blouse.

'Phew, it makes you feel so warm....'

She wants so much for him to try it himself. She’s tempted to suggest he have a go, but she isn’t sure she should yet be so direct. So she says,

'I almost wish my brother was here right now, so he could tie my hands behind my back again. God, what am I saying?  I am really crazy.’

She takes the joint from him and inhales the smoke deeply.

‘Do it if you want' he says.

Luke remains passive, smiling foolishly.  Cathy has already gone beyond her wildest dreams. Still she wants more, so she points down at the leather dog leash that Luke had draped over the log between them, and asks if she can borrow it.  He picks up the lead and hands it over.

'Sure.'

Cathy opens up the plastic bag and pulls it down once again over her head as far as it will go.  She knots the lead around her neck so the bag is tied airtight over her head. Again she begins to moan. She caresses her legs gently and arches her back as the shiny bag expands and contracts around her head. She caresses the inside of her leg, she lifts her long cotton skirt and Luke sees she is wearing no knickers. She lifts her hand slowly up her body and begins to stroke her breasts with both hands.

'Oh God this feels soooo good.....'

She slips down and onto the grass, so she can lean back against the log. She unbuttons more of her blouse and slips her hand inside her bra to caress her hardening nipples.

Looking down at Cathy, half smiling, Luke says,

'Looks like you're enjoying yourself.'

'Oh god, it's so strange and sexy.... '

Although her breathing quickly becomes forced and heavy, she continues in a whisper.

'It's better than sex with my boyfriend, I can tell you. Mmmmmm....... Yeas, if you weren't so young I'd tell you to try it yourself….

It’s not dangerous at all.... Just a really strange......horny feeling..... Oooooooooh god, yessss.....'

Luke picks up the second bag, still neatly folded on the grass beside them and for a moment he contemplates the idea.  He takes one more lungful of smoke, then slides down the trunk to sit alongside Cathy.

He giggles softly.  

'O.K.’

She turns to watch him slip the second bag down cautiously over his own head. She shifts to a kneeling position and reaches up to gather the bottom of the plastic bag around the back of his neck.

'Now breathe out.'

He breathes out.  She grips the bag tighter as it fills with air.

Then he sucks in very slowly, sucking the air in through clenched teeth.

'What do....you think - weird, huh?'

Luke looks straight ahead and let his arms drop to his sides.

'Mmmmmmm'

She pulls him up onto his knees in front of her.  She looks at this gorgeous youth in front of her, his face like hers, encased in clear plastic. She lifts her hand as slowly as if she were offering food to a timid bird, moving it till her fingertips gently caress his face.  He gasps and smiles inside the bag, closing his eyes and breathing out a pleasurable  'Aaaaaaaah....'

She leans forward and they kiss, feeling the softness of each other’s lips between the soft wet plastic layers.  Keeping a grip on the plastic gathered at the back of his neck, she moves his head down between her legs.  She presses his face down into her wet cunt and moves it slowly up and down, watching his compressed, shiny face, his red tongue pushing against the clear plastic mask.  It makes her feel so aroused and wet.  She lets go of his head and he starts to lick her cunt through the bag.  He’s on his knees trying to undo his belt and pull down his jeans.  He lifts himself to an upright position and she sees his stiff cock now, thrusting towards her.  He starts to rub his stiff and upright cock with one hand and holds the bag tight around his neck with the other, so the plastic stays tight against his face. He’s grinning, his mouth is open, his eyes are wide and then suddenly Fritz jumps up and begins to bark in the direction of voices approaching.  Both bags are quickly removed and Luke springs to his feet and zips up his jeans. Seconds later an elderly couple amble up the pathway and into view.  As the couple walk slowly past, clutching their walking sticks tight, Cathy and Luke watch them, their frozen smiles hiding their guilt and state of arousal.

'Lovely afternoon.' says the elderly woman in front.

‘Wonderful!’ replies Cathy, smiling inanely until the couple have gone.  Fritz follows them off. The wood is silent again, but for the occasional blast of birdsong.   Luke turns back to Cathy and drops the plastic bag he had been hiding scrunched up in his hand.

'I ought to get back.'

She gets up and brushes the grass from her arse.

'Sure. Maybe I'll see you again.'

He smiles coyly, his youthful cheeks still red and slightly moist from the bag. 'Sure.'

And with that he turns and disappears up the path, leaving Cathy standing alone again, slightly breathless but tingling with pleasure and wicked delight.  

Daniel Guy.