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                                Sunswept
                  (FF, light/first bd, rom, outdoors)
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                     (c) Copyright - March 1998
                          All Rights Reserved
                            Crimson Dragon 
                          (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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She shivered despite the fact that the bright afternoon sun was
beating down on her from a crystal clear blue sky. She felt the
floating dock beneath her shift as the waves gently rocked it.
She idly pulled at her wrists, glancing up at the soft cord that
bound them to the dock slats. She felt the familiar tingle begin in
her groin, rising to her nipples as she realized for the billionth
time that she was helpless. She couldn't free herself. She relaxed
again, letting her body soak in the sun; the only tan lines today
were going to be slight rings around her ankles and wrists where the
ropes securely held her to the swimming platform.
Her mind wandered back to the night before.
It had been a long arduous six hour drive to get to the cabin. She'd
been cramped and uncomfortable as Danielle had driven the small
Civic towards their destination. She had offered to drive, but
Danielle would have none of that. They'd stopped twice during the
long trip north for gas, bathroom breaks and a quick snack. As far
as she was concerned, it hadn't been enough, but Danielle had been
in a hurry. The light had been fading, and she was anxious to arrive
at Sunswept. She hated car trips.
"Well? What do you think?" Danielle had finally pulled the car to a
stop. She spread her arms in a gesture of embrace, encompassing the
clearing in which the car had halted.
She mumbled, but didn't open her eyes. She had clamped her eyelids
shut as they completed the last part of their journey. The last half
hour had been torture. Danielle had guided the tiny car onto a two
track path winding through the trees. She had felt like she was
riding a roller coaster into hell. She had closed her eyes partially
to block her visions of ending up wrapped uncomfortably around a
pine, and partially to try to reduce the building nausea due to
motion sickness, an unwelcome leftover from her childhood.
"Have a look, Wendy, before the sun goes down."
Wendy managed to open her eyes and groaned. She reached for the door
handle, sure she was going to be sick. She struggled out of the car,
fighting her body. The clean fresh air carressed her face and lungs.
She took deep clensing breaths, smelling forest, rain and clover.
She almost immediately felt better. The fresh air and the end of the
roller coaster ride began to free her from the grip of the motion
sickness.
Wendy turned as she heard the other car door slam.
"Are you alright?" Danielle asked concerned, finally noticing that
her passenger was a little pale around the edges. She had had her
attention fully on the road, and Wendy hadn't said anything.
Wendy nodded. "Feeling a little better. Just a little motion sick.
The fresh air is helping."
She glanced around and drew in her breath, noticing her surrounding
for the first time. They had stopped in a small clearing. The forest
encircled them except for a small log cabin off to the right. She
almost expected to see deer step out and greet her. She was a city
girl; never been further out than the suburbs. When Danielle had
mentioned this place she had been a bit hesitant. She loved the city
and couldn't see herself enjoying a place without a television and
phone. There were other ways of entertaining themselves, Danielle
had mentioned with a twinkle in her eye.
"Well?" Danielle demanded. "Isn't this what I promised you? Solitude
and peace."
"This is Sunswept? I. I've never seen anything like this," Wendy
stammered. "It's. It's beautiful."
"Come on, let's get settled."
The women grabbed their packs and Danielle ran to the cabin. She
unlocked it and slipped inside. Wendy followed a bit more sedately,
drinking in the new sights and smells in the twilight.
Wendy immediately felt the chill as she entered the small cabin. The
cabin was cold and the night treatened to be even colder. The cabin
smelled of wood and home cooking. Danielle was waiting for her just
inside the door.
"Toss your stuff in the bedroom. Make yourself at home." Danielle
pointed towards a door off to the left. Wendy wandered over to the
door and walked in. Danielle's pack was lying on the floor beside
the bed. She tossed her own beside it and sat down on the bed. She
lay back and sank into the mattress sighing. A thick comforter and
huge pillows graced the queen size bed. It even had a canopy. All
she wanted to do after that gruelling drive was drift off to sleep
in this wonderful bed. At least her stomach had decided to quit
turning over from the trip.
She heard the bedroom door open and she opened her eyes to see
Danielle prance into the room. Danielle seemed happy and relaxed,
almost childlike. Her long brunette hair shone in the dim light.
She'd kicked off her shoes; thick socks adorned her feet. She was
wearing a knitted multicolour sweater and black jeans. Her brown
eyes gazed at Wendy's reclining form. Wendy's chestnut hair fanned
out across the bed. Her breasts gently rose and fell underneath her
sweatshirt as she breathed. She, too, was wearing jeans and white
socks.
"I lit the fire. It's warmer in the other room."
Wendy roused herself off the bed with an effort.
"You didn't tell me it was six bloody hours to this place."
"I didn't think you'd come if I did."
"I wouldn't have."
"And you would have missed out on all the fun."
Wendy stuck out her tongue at Danielle and walked into the other
room. As Danielle had promised, there was a huge fire roaring in the
hearth. She bent and warmed her hands in front of it. She turned to
see Danielle walking back into the room carrying the comforter and a
pillow off the bed. She had that look on her face that Wendy knew
so well after a couple of months with her.
"I know how to relax you," Danielle whispered.
Wendy moved comfortably into her embrace as Danielle dropped the
comforter to the carpet. They kissed gently, their lips exploring
one another as though it was the first time. Wendy felt like she was
back in high school getting her first kiss from a boy. John
something-or-other. Her stomach tightened and the tingles began. She
still couldn't believe that she could feel like this with a woman.
Yet here she was, still feeling like it was the first time.
Butterflies and tingles.
She had been hesitant at first with Danielle. She still had some
problems accepting that she could feel this way. Despite her
reservations, it simply felt right somehow. They had been friends
for so long, and then suddenly it had just happened. Both of them
coming off bad relationships, consoling each other, hating men.
Falling in love. It just seemed ... so natural. They hadn't said the
words yet, but she knew that she was falling for Danielle, like it
or not.
She could feel the soft warmth of Danielle's breasts as they pressed
against her own through their sweaters. She felt Danielle's hands
running up and down her back as they kissed. Gasping, she realized
that her own hands were doing the same thing and that Danielle was
reacting. She could almost feel Danielle's nipples tightening
through the clothes. She still found it hard to believe that
Danielle reacted the same way she did. She'd never even considered
the possibility that she might be attracted to a women until it had
all clicked with Danielle.
They gently lowered themselves to the floor in front of the fire.
They softly kissed each other, their lips roaming over their faces.
Tongues gently touching.
Soon fingers were touching, exploring. Wendy's heart was in her
throat as she felt Danielle's long fingers carressing her nipples
through her sweater, touching her thighs, and tugging at the
clothing. She watched, fascinated as Danielle knelt and stripped off
her clothing. One slow piece at a time. She'd never tire of watching
Danielle strip for her. Her fabulous breasts sprang into view. High
and firm. How many times had she seen those breasts in the women's
shower at the gym? And not thought anything more? It seemed so long
ago, but really it had only been a couple of months since her
feelings had changed so drastically. Goosebumps appeared briefly as
Danielle lost her jeans. Her long legs flashed as she removed her
panties, flinging them over towards the fire with her foot. Even her
socks were pulled off. One at a time, teasingly. Finally, Danielle
was nude in front of the fire, the flickering flames lighting her
skin. She glowed in the firelight. Again she was kissed, Danielle
pressing her nude body into her clothed one. Rolling. Gasping.
Laughing together. She couldn't stop herself from letting her
fingers stroke Danielle, touching the soft bare skin, feeling her
friend's excitement growing. Quiet cries fell from Danielle's lips.
Finally, Danielle tugged at her clothes, pulling them off her and
kissing her at the same time. Their fingers touched one another,
finding breasts, thighs, toes, faces, lips. Fingers slipping inside.
The women gasped as they found one another's rhythms, feeling each
other's wetness and softness. Wendy reached her climax first, crying
out as all of her muscles contracted in unison, seeing coloured
lights, grasping at Danielle's fingers inside of her.
After her orgasm, she lay quietly beside Danielle, trying to control
her wild breathing. She lay her head on Danielle's breast and again
her fingers stole between Danielle's legs, finding her rhythm. She
reached up and kissed Danielle's soft lips. Fingering her. Lightly
pinching her left nipple as she watched Danielle's nude body moving
to her touch. She knew how to tease her. She knew all her secrets.
In one motion Danielle screamed and arched, climaxing heavily and
gasping, whispering Wendy's name softly over and over.
Danielle's head fell to the side and her breathing slowly returned
to normal. Wendy sat up and reached for the forgotten comforter and
pillow. She gently pushed the pillow under Danielle's head and
pulled the comforter over the both of them. She carefully tucked it
around Danielle and herself, resting her cheek on Danielle's bare
breast, the softest pillow on the planet.
"Wendy?" Danielle whispered.
"Yes?" Wendy answered sleepily. Danielle's regular breathing was
lulling her to sleep.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. You can ask me anything. But better hurry, I don't know if I
can keep my eyes open much longer."
"Nevermind. Sleep."
"You have to be kidding. You can't do that to me. Now I'm curious."
Danielle sighed. "Curiousity killed the cat. I'm not sure I want to
anymore."
"I think I love you, if that is what you were going to ask."
"I think I'm falling in love with you, too, sweety, but that isn't
it. Though it is nice to know." Danielle stroked Wendy's hair with
her fingers.
"Do I have to beg you to ask me?"
"Wendy? You know that I really like what we do? The sex? The way you
make me feel?"
"Yeah. You know I feel the same way. It's wonderful when we're
together. I've never had sex like this. I feel alive. I feel like
I'm back in high school. Discovering myself. Everytime feels like
the first time with you."
"What if I wanted to change things? Do something a little different?
What would you think?"
"This has to do with sex? Honey, you know that you can talk to me
about sex. How many times did we talk about boyfriends before we
were together?"
She felt Danielle swallow. "This. Actually. Sort of. Has to do with
that."
"Huh?"
"Do you remember Bob?"
"Bob?"
"You went out with him a few years back? You told me about him?"
She vaguely remembered him. Nice guy. Handsome. She had been in
college with the guy. She couldn't even remember why they'd broken
up. Another woman perhaps?
"I guess."
"I remember you telling me about him. Do you remember the sex you
had with him?"
Wendy was completely confused. She often had talked to Danielle
about her sex life before they had discovered one another. Just girl
talk. She vaguely remembered being upset about something, talking
about Bob to Danielle in a coffee shop somewhere after classes. Why
should Danielle remember Bob of all people? It wasn't as though he
was one of her more remarkable lovers. Why bring him up now? Maybe
Danielle had slept with him too?
"I guess. What's this all about, Dani? Did you sleep with him? I
don't mind, you know. It was a long time ago. He might be a bit
surprised how it turned out though ..." Wendy smiled at that
thought.
Danielle swallowed, gathering her courage. Now or never. "Sweety, I
never slept with any of your boyfriends. I wouldn't. You know that."
She paused fighting down the butterflies that had just taken flight
in her stomach. "You once told me that he wanted to tie you up. You
know. For sex."
"Oh, that. Yeah." Wendy smiled at the memory, how nervous Bob had
been in suggesting it. Almost as nervous as Danielle was being now.
Her memories were flooding back. He had read about it somewhere,
wanted to try it. She hadn't been so secure of her sexuality back
then. She hadn't felt comfortable with the idea, hadn't felt
entirely comfortable with Bob, although that was hardly his fault.
She remembered that she hadn't let him. She vaguely remembered being
a little upset about the whole thing, more that she'd disappointed
him than anything else. They'd broken up shortly afterwards, though
she didn't think it had anything to do with the suggestion.
"Did. Did you ever try it?"
"No. I was younger. That was my first year of college. Unsure of
myself. Of Bob. If I'm remembering correctly, I just didn't feel
comfortable with it. Maybe that was why I broke up with him. I
don't think so, but I don't really remember."
Danielle was silent.
"Why?" Wendy asked softly.
Danielle remained silent, frightened to continue. She didn't want to
lose Wendy. Her friendship. Her respect. Her love. She'd rather just
let this drop than lose any of her.
"No reason," she finally said quietly.
"You want to tie me up?" Wendy asked jokingly.
"I. I think so," Danielle spoke so softly Wendy wasn't sure she'd
heard it.
Wendy swallowed and turned her face towards Danielle. She found her
eyes and captured them. Danielle's eyes reflected her uneasiness and
an unspoken apology.
"You're serious."
Danielle spoke softly and quickly. "Wendy? I'm sorry. I. I've been
thinking of that ever since you told me about Bob. God, I don't
believe I just told you. I. I've dreamt about it. I didn't mean to
offend you. We won't do it. We don't have to. I. I like what we
have together, now. Honest. I just thought ..." her voice trailed
off in her misery and with her loss of what to say next.
Wendy smiled and nestled her head back against Danielle's breast.
"You can tie me up," she whispered. "You just surprised me is all.
It sounds like fun."
Both girls were silent, lost in their own private thoughts. Both
were looking forward to tomorrow in their own way. It took a while,
but they both fell into an exhausted sleep in each other's arms on
the floor, surrounded by the sounds of the dying fire and the
crickets of the night.
                                  ***
They had both run down to the small beach, Danielle in a bright red
one- piece swimsuit and Wendy in a yellow bikini. They had both
cried out as they hit the cold water, playfully splashing one
another and enjoying the afternoon sun. It was a cool day, the kind
that appear near the end of the summer in late August. The sun was
shining in a flawless blue sky, warming them as they played.
They had eventually swum out to the floating dock. They had
stretched themselves out and just talked quietly, both shivering as
the cool water evaporated from their skin.
They'd been silent for a while, simply enjoying the warm day, the
sun, each other's presence and the soft sounds of water lapping at
the drums holding them afloat.
"Right here," Wendy spoke softly. She took a deep breath, turned to
her side and looked at Danielle.
Danielle's eyes widened, understanding. Wendy sat up rocking the
dock gently. She reached behind herself and released the ties on
her top. She slipped the bottoms down her long legs and handed her
suit to Danielle. The other woman just watched, fascinated as her
friend undressed outside and handed her the bikini. She didn't know
if she could strip out in the open like that, even though there
should only be the two of them within fifty miles.
"Take these. And bring back your toys if you want." Wendy smiled at
Danielle.
Without another word, Danielle dove into the lake. She screeched as
she surfaced. She breaststroked to the shore, a flash of red and
breif yellow. Upon reaching the beach, she turned. She gazed out at
Wendy kneeling nude on the platform. She couldn't believe that Wendy
was going to go through with this for her. She'd dreamt about it for
so long. Anticipated it. Wanted it. Danielle shook her head,
spraying lakewater from her long hair, and turned up towards the
cabin.
She emerged moments later carrying some items in her hands. Soon,
she was climbing back up onto the platform beside Wendy shivering.
Wendy had stretched herself out, scarcely believing that she was
doing it, her arms extended above her, her ankles wide,
spread-eagled on the swim deck. She closed her eyes, concentrating
on the sensations of the cords wrapping around her wrists and
ankles. She felt so helpless and vulnerable. She trusted Danielle
completely and absolutely, otherwise, this wouldn't be happening.
She slowly felt her freedom being taken away. And it felt good.
Erotic.
She felt Danielle rise to her bare feet, the deck shifting under
her. She opened her eyes, unconsciously pulling at the bonds holding
her to the platform. She felt the rough wood against her bottom and
her back as she squirmed. She could wiggle her toes, but she
couldn't rise. She couldn't move. She couldn't stop Danielle from
doing whatever she pleased. She was stuck here until she was untied.
It was so ironic. She felt free. No responsibility. No guilt. Just
Danielle and her. And yet, she was so restricted. There were just
simple cords, a swim deck and her.
Danielle reached for the other item she'd brought out to the lake.
Sunblock. Wendy cried out as the cold liquid was poured over her.
Danielle worked the coconut smelling oils into her skin, grinning as
she spent extra time on her bare breasts.
"Can't have you burning out here. Not a lot of protection and I
don't want you to be sunburnt for the rest of the weekend."
Wendy remained silent. The irony was exquisite. She was burning
anyway, just nothing to do with the sun. She was turned on far more
than she thought she'd be. Danielle finished and then stretched out
beside her bound friend. She teasingly ran her fingers along Wendy's
bare skin, tracing her ribs just under her soft breasts. She teased
Wendy and just enjoyed the afternoon sun. Soon Wendy was quietly
moaning, not even aware of it.
Danielle rose again. Wendy watched as Danielle stepped between her
outstretched legs.
Danielle knelt. Her mouth felt wonderful as she explored Wendy. Her
fingers teased Wendy's skin as her kisses and her tongue found her
clit, her long fingers deep inside. Pumping. Licking. Teasing.
Without warning, Danielle stopped. With an evil grin, Danielle
ignored Wendy's begging and dove off the platform, leaving Wendy
frustrated, aroused, naked, and bound. She watched as Danielle
disappeared into the cabin, unable to call her back, unable to do
anything. Wendy was nearly in tears, wanting her climax, but unable
to finish it herself. She pulled weakly at the cords holding her
body, nearly crying in her frustration, feeling helpless and alone.
She realized that this was part of the game. Her climax when it came
would be ten times more wonderful. She knew that. She just had to
wait and trust. She was sure that Danielle was watching her from
the cabin, making sure she was safe and enjoying her discomfort,
watching to make sure that no stray teenagers wandered by in a
fishing boat or something. She felt so damned exposed out here. She
felt the tingling again.
She lay there for what seemed forever. She felt her arousal slowly
cool down, shivering a bit in the almost fall air, her nipples
hardening again. She lost herself in her own thoughts, allowing
herself to travel through her mind, unable to do anything else.
Finally she ended up at how she had gotten here. Alone. Naked.
Bound. Frustrated. In the middle of this isolated lake, watching as
the sun approached the horizon. She knew that she was ready. Her
body was excited again just at the thoughts of her firelit
lovemaking last night. She was looking forward to Danielle lighting
another fire again tonight. She desperately hoped that Danielle
would return soon and let her climax, dousing the fire she had
burning now between her outstretched legs.
She opened her eyes again as she heard a quiet splash and a cry of
dismay. She watched from the platform as Danielle hesitantly
entered the water by the beach. She had discarded the red one-piece.
She was glancing about nervously as though there was a crowd
watching her instead of just her girlfriend out on the floating
dock, and perhaps a chipmunk or two. Wendy still loved the sight of
Danielle's nudity even after having seen it so many times. She
seriously doubted if she'd ever get tired of seeing Danielle. She
watched quietly as the other girl stroked her way back out to the
platform.
"Ready for the finale?" Danielle asked softly as she climbed up on
the platform, shaking it and its bound passenger. Despite her
shivering, she looked a little flushed.
"God, am I ever," Wendy breathed.
Danielle knelt by Wendy's bound feet and ran her tongue along her
bare toes.
"Noooo!" Wendy wailed. "Please. No more teasing."
Danielle continued her minstrations knowing that Wendy would be just
wild after this. Normally, she wasn't much into the foot thing, but
Wendy just loved the sensations. Bound, she couldn't do a thing
about the tease. She could only rise higher on her excitement wave
until Danielle brought her crashing down.
With soft kisses, Danielle roved slowly up Wendy's bound legs until
she was lying easily on her front between Wendy's stretched legs,
one bare foot reaching for the sky. Danielle could feel the platform
pressing into her bare breasts and belly. She grinned, still
determined to tease Wendy.
"Please?" Wendy begged.
Danielle used her fingers, lightly stroking her friend, teasing her
outer lips. After an eternity, she lowered her head and used her
tongue. Finding Wendy's center, her clit. Licking. Stroking.
Sucking. Kissing. Finding Wendy's rhythm that she knew so well. It
didn't take long for Wendy to climax. She had been more than ready
three hours ago. Electric shocks worked up and down Wendy's bound
body as she pulled against the cords holding her down. The second
wave took her body as Danielle continued to use her tongue through
the first orgasm. Finally, she collapsed. Panting. Whispering,
"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you," over and over until Danielle's
lips met hers, quieting her. She could feel her arousal returning as
she faintly tasted herself on Danielle's lips. She could feel the
heat begin to rise in her clit and nipples again as Danielle kissed
her. She groaned.
Danielle worked herself around and straddled Wendy's face, gently
lowering herself. This game, Wendy's bare body, and being outside
had aroused her intensely, she could feel the pulsing in her clit
and her nipples. She idly brushed at her own and Wendy's erect
nipples as Wendy set to her task with loving care. Using only her
tongue, she found her lover's clit and teased her. She touched
purposely at a different speed than normal. She could hear the moans
of frustration as Danielle struggled for her release, pressing
herself against Wendy, trying to match her thrusting to Wendy's
tongue and not to her own natural rhythm. Wendy switched speed and
motions as she felt her friend come too near the edge. Her subtle
revenge.
"I know what you are doing," Danielle gasped. "I'm not letting you
up until you let me climax, you know."
Wendy smiled. Caught. She found Danielle's normal rhythm and stopped
her teasing. She thought that she'd be happy to stay in these bonds
until the morning if necessary. She felt so alive, so free here.
However, the fire was sounding better and better. The light was
fading fast and the girls still had to make supper. Without any
protection from the light wind, she was shivering and hungry. The
night would be cold if she was left out here. Danielle wouldn't let
her stay out here, she was sure. Even if she asked. Even if she
didn't let her climax.
Danielle screamed as she finally reached her orgasm; her fingers
played with the cords that held Wendy's wrists. She almost smothered
Wendy as she collapsed from her orgasm. As soon as she had recovered
sufficiently, her fingers pulled quickly at the cords, freeing the
bound girl. The girls immediately fell into each other's arms,
gently stroking one another's hair, content to just hold each other
afterwards. The platform gently rocked as they shared their body
heat and gently kissed.
Finally Wendy broke their embrace and sat up, rubbing her wrists,
grinning mischeviously. She could barely see Danielle in the fading
light. "Gotcha."
Danielle gasped, "That. Was. Wonderful." She still hadn't quite
recovered from her release.
Wendy kissed Danielle on the lips and guided her to the edge of the
platform. They slipped into the water with sharp gasps. They swam
slowly together back to the shore, holding hands beneath the dark
water. The light was nearly gone. They stopped halfway back,
treading water, listening to the night, watching the stars wink into
existence, feeling the cool water carressing their nude bodies. They
kissed tenderly as they shivered. They continued to hold hands until
they entered the cabin where Danielle had lit another fire.
Shivering, they huddled naked together in front of it, just holding
each other, wrapped in the comforter again, warming themselves.
Wondering where this was going to take them.