or: anonymouse
Title: The Libertine of Anacortes
Part: 3
Keywords: BDSM, fetish, slow
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Friedrich's voice behind me startled me.
"How do you feel now; liberated?" he asked.
I started to turn to hand him his drink but he told me to stay still.
He then stood close behind me.
"Friedrich, what are you doing?" I asked; his fingers had pinched hold
of the Lycra drawstrings that held my bikini bottom on.
"Shhh!" he intoned softly. "Don't spill the drinks."
I intuitively knew what he had in mind. Maybe the champagne had
loosened some of my inhibitions but; where I knew I should have said
something to stop him, instead I held my breath and stood passively silent
and still. There was a long, anxious moment in which I could feel
Friedrich's fingers slowly pull the bows loose from my hips. The light,
smooth fabric slipped from between my legs and was pulled free.
"There you are; you're now completely liberated." Friedrich spoke in a
soft, matter-of-fat tone of voice.
He then stepped around me to walk toward his seat. I watched as he
tucked my bikini bottom into pocket with its top and then resumed his seat
to look at me. I stood a short distance in front of him. My hands
trembled so much I feared I'd drop both glasses to the deck; my face and
ears felt incredibly flushed with the heat of intense embarrassment.
Friedrich leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "See, you
really are very, very sexy, Ingrid. It's a crime to keep that body hidden
from everybody."
I blushed more deeply and said nothing.
Friedrich removed his hands from behind his head and leaned forward in
his seat. "Come here," he said and signaled me with his finger to
approach.
I took a step forward, stopped and held out Friedrich's drink at
arm's-length. I turned my toes of one foot in and bent a knee a little in
front of the other in an attempt to reclaim a modicum of modesty.
"Clo - ser," he said; a sing-song lilt to his voice.
There was barely any distance at all between us. I inched forward until
there was no more room to move.
"You have beautiful white skin, girl," Friedrich said. "It's so fair
and it looks so soft. May I touch it?"
The polite, direct request came without warning and my stunned silence
was taken as tacit approval.
"Relax, girl," he said when I shied a little away from his touch to the
skin on my hips. "It's OK to be touched like this; there's nothing to be
afraid of."
His fingers traced a light, feathery line from my hips up to my ribs and
left a trail of goose bumps in their wake. As his touch on my skin moved
back down it roamed an irregular path that I sensed would cause his fingers
to converge between my thighs and close to my pussy. My body reacted with
an involuntary shudder when his fingers reached the outer edges of my
neatly trimmed pubic patch. The reflex response repelled the advance of
his finger tips and sent them rising toward my breasts. I sucked in one
tiny breath after the other with each creeping inch until I had no room for
more.
Friedrich's fingers stopped just short of the undersides of my breasts
and made a detour around to my ribs. He flattened his warm hands against
them and then gently rubbed down my sides until they were at my hips.
Rather than stop there his hands slipped around and over the mounds of my
butt cheeks. He let them linger there for a long, breathless moment and
then stopped.
"You look very red in the face," Friedrich said.
At first I thought his comment was about the blush I felt all over my
face and neck. Instead; he asked if I had put on any sunscreen.
"No," I mumbled.
"You really should have some on. Your skin is so fair it will surely
burn on a day like today. Put those drinks down and I'll go and get some
for you."
I stood aside so Friedrich could rise from his seat and then set down
the drinks into their holders beside the seats.
Friedrich was below deck for a few minutes and while he was my mind was
able to clear a little from the fog of confused thoughts that filled it. I
questioned myself about the way I'd so readily allowed him to strip me and
then to touch me as he did. The impact of the latter made me conscious of
reality that I was no longer simply completely nude; I was naked. The
semantic difference jolted me and a voice in my head warned me I should
tell Friedrich not to touch me again. Another voice that spoke to my
hedonistic desires competed to be heard above the voice of reason. I sat
back in my seat and shivered at the sensations of the vinyl under my bare
ass. A tingle of arousal forced me to demurely cross my legs and clasp my
hands in my lap so that my nakedness would be at least partially shielded
from view.
When Friedrich returned he told me to stand up again so he could rub
cool, sweet-scented sunscreen on my face. He rubbed the slippery lotion
all over my face and forehead and then asked me to turn around.
"Hold up your hair so I can do your neck," he said.
The position of my hands forced me to stand very straight in a way that
caused my bare breasts to thrust provocatively. I sighed softly both at
the position he'd gotten me into and at the way his hands massaged my neck.
Any tension I had in my neck was quickly rubbed away although it briefly
returned when Friedrich asked me to lie down across the padded seats.
I climbed into position on my stomach, folded my arms under my head and
then rested my slippery face on my forearms. The cool sensations of
sunscreen dribbled from a height to various spots on my bare back followed.
Friedrich's hands again went to work. It was a soothing massage that soon
had me completely relaxed and in a dreamy mood. He started at my shoulders
and rubbed his way down to base of my spine. More sunscreen spilled onto
my butt cheeks which he then massaged. Two final trails of sunscreen were
then applied from my butt cheeks all the way down the back of my legs to my
ankles. By the time Friedrich has massaged the lotion all the way to my
ankles I was almost asleep. The drops of lotion he squirted onto the soles
of my sensitive feet snapped my mood from the peaceful edge of slumber to
an edgy precipice of perverse expectation.
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The Libertine of Anacortes - Chapter 3
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