“I’d always thought I was the dominant one, but when my all-but-naked small-time photo-shoot became an Internet sensation I was suddenly inundated with offers from beautiful women to whip me into submission. I didn’t accept all of them… not all.”
“It was like Pass The Parcel, but with kissing. And I was the parcel.”
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tania teased Louisa, who ignored her.
Tania looked admiringly at Louisa’s slender legs, crossed at the knee, and the delicate, pointed foot at the end of it. She crouched down and opened the washing machine door and threw in her clothes and Louisa’s before selecting the coolest wash setting and starting the cycle.
“So, it looks like you’re naked for the next couple of hours, huh?” Tania continued to tease, and Louisa continued to ignore her.
Tania stood behind Louisa, who was still pretending she was solving the crossword puzzle. She brushed Louisa’s blonde hair away from her neck and then ran her hand around her shoulder and back again, then across her perfect, soft breast onto an equally perfect, hard nipple. She felt Louisa’s breath shudder as she cupped her breast. She leant down to Louisa’s ear. Louisa was still facing her crossword puzzle, but her eyes were closed. Tania blew lightly in her ear and whispered. “What shall we do now, then?”
Louisa simply sighed in response and Tania ran her other hand across her girlfriend’s bare shoulder and down to gently stroke her other breast. Louisa’s head rocked back and Tania kissed her neck. She moved her right hand down, sliding it between Louisa’s legs, until she felt wonderful soft, moist yielding flesh which she began to rub gently. It had only taken a few seconds and Louisa was starting to pant, but Tania didn’t want this to be over so quickly.
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“She said she needed me naked so she could see how I moved. She said she needed to touch my body to correct my posture. She put her hand between my legs and told me about my pelvic floor. I had trouble paying attention, so I’ve booked another class for next week.”
“They say ‘dance like nobody’s watching’, so I did.”
“What better way to greet a lover returning from a long trip than in the nude?”
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“Oh my God, no!” Lucy muttered, ecstasy and agony together in one breath. Suddenly she was naked. Worse, she was naked on a park bench, her legs spread wide and her arms tied either side of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Now she remembered the video that Kasia had referred to, and how much it had turned her on, watching the young woman stripped and tied, so publicly helpless. She had fantasised about it and watched it over and over again, but that didn’t mean she had wanted to act it out.
Kasia stopped stroking her. Lucy willed her to continue. She was so close to orgasm, and perhaps, if she did, then Kasia would untie her, return her clothes and take her home. She wanted that release so much that she would even endure this humiliation for it.
“Oh God, no no no no no,” she mumbled with her eyes closed. Kasia remained knelt between her legs.
“It was a good video, no?” Lucy heard her ask in her eastern European accent. For some reason, Lucy nodded in agreement.
Lucy opened her eyes. She looked around and saw the sight she most dreaded: people looking back. They dared not approach, but her nudity was too obvious to miss now. Kasia looked around.
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“It was a luxury spa with a difference, but I was surprised by how quickly the attention of two beautiful women became more intimate than I would ever have expected to have enjoyed.”
“I’d never been seduced by a man before, let alone another woman. I mean, I thought I’d been seduced, but not like this. She just looked me in the eye and began to undress, slowly and deliberately. There was no chance I could irresistible.”
She sounded as if she was disappointed that it wasn’t her sitting here naked. I guess I was the one getting the attention from the waiter.
“Well, if you feel like joining me…” I said. And it might make me feel better if she did.
Elisa laughed. “No, there’s only a place for one naked woman in this restaurant.” I laughed. “Come. You’ve finished your limencello. Let’s go.”
Elisa took some notes from a large bunch of euros in her wallet and left them with the bill. “My car is outside.”
With that, she stood up. I realised that I still had the hardest part of the deal to come and I was about to give up the cover of the table. I could still hear a couple of voices across the other side of the restaurant. I was hoping we’d be alone by the time I had to leave. My heart beat harder in my chest.
Elisa picked up on my nervousness. “Come. Once you start it will be fine,” she told me as she picked up her bag and started walking towards the exit.
I stood quickly, not wanting to be abandoned. The chair squeaked loudly on the tiled floor and four pairs of eyes at a table across the room turned in my direction. I stepped away from the table and heard the intake of breath and muttering as I came into their eye line. I could feel the attention of the two young men and women as I forced my legs to propel me forwards.
I tried to imagine I was on a catwalk as I made my way towards the door, and by focusing on where I put my feet I was able to partially shut out the feeling of exposure. The waiter was behind the bar, his eyes unable to take in as much of my body as he wanted in one glance. As I passed I thanked him in Italian but I heard no reply. I looked forward and saw Elisa holding the door for me.
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