My Master was grinning and he tenderly washed his knuckle across my cheek, as though to wipe away my embarrassment. He dropped his hand to my breast and gripped it tightly, squeezing and kneading it and stroking his fingers across my stiff nipple. He rolled it between his forefinger and thumb, making me wince with sweet pain, sending shivers down my spine, and scratched his nail gently around my areola. Being felt up like that, in public, with the woman slowly walking away from us, able to turn round at any moment and catch us, was exquisitely exciting. I watched her walk on, admiring the sway of her hip and the shape of her body as my Master's ministrations ellicited rippling spasms of pleasure down my spine.

And then she did look round.

Her eyes locked on to mine for an instant and then lowered to see my Master fingering my exposed breast. I blushed furiously, a hot flush washing across my brow and down my chest. The woman said nothing, but turned round and walked on again.

"Now that was fun, wasn't it?" my Master teased. "Little Harriet, caught being felt up in public." Yes it was, I had to confess, yes it was.

"No, Master,"

"No?"

"No. It was very embarrassing Master."

"Of course it was, my sweet. And don't tell me you don't like that. I know my little slave girl too well." He did indeed. I smiled at him and nodded.

My Master laughed and reached for my other breast, affording it the same attention with his hand, raising my nipple once more in hardened expectation. He stopped and turned to me, staring into my eyes. Slowly, he lowered his head and took my left breast into his mouth. He sucked on it for some moments, running his tongue round and round, biting on my nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, where his tongue flurried around it, licking and lapping, licking and lapping. I sighed and stretched back, little stirrings of sexual excitement fluttering in my womb and spreading down my thighs. The gentle breeze rippling against my skin, and particularly those unwonted areas normally concealed from the elements, added to the stimulation, tufts of wind whispering delicately against my pussy and fanning it, leaving me cool and hot at the same time. I stared into the cloudless sky and enjoyed the moment, loved my Master, lived for his touch. Finally, almost reluctantly he stopped. We looked around. The path was empty and the woman was nowhere to be seen.

"My bet is she'll be back in a minute. What d'you reckon?"

"No, Master, she won't. It would be too embarrassing. For her and for me. She won't do that, I'm sure of it."

My Master had a wicked gleam in his eye.

"In that case you won't mind stripping off your panties."

I was caught, caught by my own words, my own certainty. Unable to refuse without contradicting my previous firm assertion, I accepted the hopelessness of my position and adjusted my body, raising my bum to allow me to slide my panties down to my knees, where I slipped them off completely. And then I was naked.

And I waited.

We both looked down the path, my Master willing her to appear, while I prayed fervently that she wouldn't. I don't suppose I should have been surprised, really, but I was. A few minutes later, out of the clear day she came, sauntering back the way she had come, looking around nonchalantly but still, I sensed, with her eyes fixed on me. Little did she know what she was going to see this time, I thought grimly, my body racked by nervous anticipation.

"Sit up," my Master commanded, "and lean back and rest on your hands behind you." I did as I was instructed and sat, my feet pointing towards the woman, watching her progress towards us. "Lift your knees." Again, I obeyed. The woman was making no attempt to conceal the fact she was looking at me and was walking so slowly it was a wonder she didn't lose her balance and topple over. By now, I knew, she would be able to see my bare thigh and hip and would realise that I had removed my panties. Once more I flushed with embarrassment as the prospect of imminent humiliation drew to reality.

My Master stretched his hand towards me and rested it on my inner thigh, his fingers flitting lightly up and down my skin. The woman was staring open-mouthed and by now she was only a few feet away, directly in front of me. I could see that her hair was two-tone, mostly dark, almost black in fact, but with bleached strands standing in golden relief. Her eyes locked onto mine.

"Part your legs," my Master whispered under his breath, pulling at my thigh as he did so. I was dizzy with excitement, my eyes staring ahead but seeing nothing, my ears awash with noise but unable to hear. I was scarcely conscious of what I was doing and barely in control of my actions. Slowly I parted my legs, drawing my knees apart and leaning backwards on my hands. I spread my legs wide apart, staring straight at her. The woman was directly in front of me, completely frozen, unable to remove her gaze from my exposed pussy.

"Lovely day," she said. "You seem to be having a nice picnic."

"Fantastic," my Master replied. "Would you care to join us?"