by Bridy McAvoy
I frowned and he just shrugged and motioned for me to get on with it, then made a gesture in front of his mouth, pantomiming for me to smile. That’s not easy when your naked skin is being pelted with cold water! I managed to keep my leg under the stream for a few seconds and then Chris told me to move to the side and stand with that leg in front.
“Right, all of you, bend down and capture some close ups of her thigh—see the way the water droplets sit on her skin and the trails they make when they’re too big to stay against gravity. See the way the light reflects off them—and don’t forget those delightful goose-bumps. If I catch anyone aiming their camera up under Kayla’s shirt I’ll get angry. Okay?”
I stood still for a minute or so then Chris asked me to get more water on my leg and repeat the process. Then it was the other leg with me standing with my back to them, and then each arm in turn. Afterwards, I realized he was trying to help me a bit, by getting as much as possible of me acclimatized to the cold water.
* * * *
“Would you mind fetching us both another beer before I continue, sweetie? My throat is parched and, before you ask, no beer is my chosen lubricant—for now, anyway.”
She paused in her telling of the story and marshaled her thoughts as she waited while Ben practically ran into the kitchen and reappeared in the doorway seconds later with a beer in each hand. This was followed by a quiet “Damn!” and him disappearing again. She heard the drawer in the kitchen crash open and him rattling around.
“It’s on the worktop!”
“Found it!”
This time, when he returned to the lounge he’d opened the beers, handing one to her and then sitting down next to her once more. She took a good pull at the beer and savored it’s coolness on her throat, then put the bottle on the coffee table and leaned back into him. Ben held onto his beer in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her, his hand unerringly finding its way to her nipple once more, idly stroking it as she prepared to continue telling him about the shower sequence.
* * * *
After a few more shots of this type Chris grinned at me.
“I want you to squeeze into the other end of the shower tray next to the partition, and press yourself up against it. Try to stay as much out of the spray as possible. I really want the front of the shirt dry.”
I did as he said but, before stepping close to the spray, I managed to angle the head to the back wall so it wasn’t on me at all. Chris mock applauded—he hadn’t thought of that, but my feet were cold as I was now standing in the cold water. I shuddered and pressed myself against the glass, which was an odd sensation, feeling my breasts flatten against my chest—apart from my nipples, that is—they were sticking out, partly from the temperature and partly from the excitement again.
“Good, Kayla, press harder, don’t worry it’s secure so won’t give way.”
I couldn’t look down at myself in this position, but I was pretty sure they couldn’t see anything; the shirt was bone dry and still opaque.
“You’re doing very well, Kayla, but I guess it’s time for the moment you’ve been dreading. Centre the spray again and stand right underneath it. Guys, shoot rapidly now—get as many shots of the transformation of the shirt from dry to damp to wet as you can. Okay, Kayla, go.”
I stepped back into the dry side of the tray and adjusted the spray head back and lifted it as high as I could, then quickly stuck my arms and legs under it one at a time to get those parts of me as ready as possible. I took a deep breath and stepped under the spray. I screamed! It was cold. The guys were clicking away like mad as I shivered under the cold water. My nipples were already hard, but they hardened even more as the cold water ran down my shoulders, inside the shirt and over my breasts. Within seconds the shirt was soaked, and, of course, pretty much transparent—front and back. Chris made me turn to face them, side on and back view, with the cold wet shirt plastered to my body. I mean, it really did go transparent—you could see everything!
After a few minutes of shivering like that he got me to press up against the glass partition once more, and this time I knew the view from the other side of the screen would be obscene! My breasts were flattened circles inside the shirt, with dark red centers—the pressure on my nipples intense.
“Kayla, I want you to undo the two buttons and allow the shirt to part between your breasts, but leave them covered. Now, lean back against the glass and put your left hand on your belly…good. Now slide your fingers down a bit…a bit further…good—now spread your pussy lips. Perfect? Does that feel good?”
Damn him! It did feel good; I could feel my pussy throbbing at the thought of being exposed like this.
“Play with it a little, sweetie, play with it.”
So help me…I did! I couldn’t stop it. Before I knew what was overtaking me, I was clinging onto the panel edge with one hand and frigging myself with the other one, screaming as I came and, at the same time, shivering from the cold.
* * * *
Kayla paused and grabbed her beer again.
“What happened then?”
“Chris called a halt to the shoot and told me to turn the water off, which I did. Then he let me strip off the sodden shirt and grab a towel. It was embarrassing, towelling myself dry in front of the guys but they just watched and Chris didn’t make any movement to shoo them out. Then he handed me another shirt and told the groups to swap over, and I had to do the same thing again. The only difference was I knew what was going to happen this time.
She looked at her husband who smiled at her. “You mad with your wife for behaving like that?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“No? For acting like a slutty little nympho.”
He shook his head again. “You didn’t.”
“What?”
“You didn’t act like a nympho. A nympho would have dragged one or more of them into the shower with her and you didn’t do that. You might be an exhibitionist, and you’re finding out you get off on it, but you’re no nympho—not in that sense.”
“Is that your final word on the subject?”
“Yes.”
“Good, ’cos I have something else on my mind.”
“Oh?”
She leaned across him, pulling the bottle of beer from his hand and putting it on the coffee table, then shrugged her shoulders out of the robe, grabbed his hands and guided them to her breasts.
“I can see the boner you’ve got there from me telling you the details, and we wouldn’t want to waste that, would we?”
Chapter 13
The rest of the weekend had gone the same way as the previous one; neither of them could seem to keep their hands off each other. Kayla didn’t wear underwear again until Monday morning when she got ready for work—that was after Ben had surprised her in the shower by wrapping one of his white work shirts around her and entering her from behind with her body mashed up against the tiles, clad once more in wet cotton.
She wasn’t looking forward to Wednesday evening, though, in case Chris had too much to drink and let something slip at the barbeque that had been arranged at their place weeks earlier. Ben surprised her by insisting on driving. Since Teri didn’t drink due to her impending birth, they’d developed a pattern of her driving so Ben could drink with Chris. She wasn’t going to object but Ben would be sober and, on past history, Chris wouldn’t be. That, for Kayla, seemed a dangerous combination.
Teri met them at the door, her waddle even more pronounced than before and Kayla couldn’t help reacting at the first sight of their friend.
“God, you’ve gotten even bigger.”
Teri grimaced. “Don’t I know it—the frog is getting impatient, I guess. He’ll be here soon. The quack says he’s dropped and it won’t be long before he’s engaged.”
Kayla hugged her friend. “I’m sure he’ll be fine—I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, maybe, but in the meantime I’m going to put my feet up and relax. That’s what they’ve told me, so that’s
what I’m going to do. Chris will pick you up Saturday, honey, they’ve told me I mustn’t drive.”
Kayla looked around for her husband but he’d already made a bee-line for the back deck and Chris who was flipping steaks with his ridiculous tall white chef’s hat perched askew on his head.
Teri had watched her, that much was obvious from her next comment. “You haven’t told him yet?”
“Nope. I kind of forgot.” She blushed. “We were pretty busy all weekend.”
Teri chuckled at Kayla’s discomfort and let her into the kitchen, her previously stately waddle reduced to a more duck-like transit. “White wine—or are you driving?”
“Wine would be great. Ben decided to drive so won’t be drinking.”
Teri nodded. “Thought he might.”
“Oh?”
Teri shrugged. “Chris regards himself as on-call to rush me to the delivery suite so he’s teetotal until after the event—I guess he told Ben that and Ben decided to keep him company. So, enjoy the bottle, you’re the only one drinking it tonight.”
“I wish I’d said coke, now!”
“You can have a rum and coke if you want, but you’ll only get drunk quicker! Come on, let’s join the boys.”
Chris had always had a talent for cooking on a barbeque. All four preferred their pepper steaks cooked differently, with Ben preferring his very rare, almost blue, and Kayla hers cooked to within an inch of its life. Somehow, every time, he delivered the four steaks cooked to perfection, and dished up at the same time. Teri had prepared a simple salad to go with it and Kayla tucked in, although self-conscious of being the only one with a wine glass and everyone else had bottles of water.
Kayla insisted on clearing the crockery into the kitchen, making Teri follow doctor’s orders and rest, and spent a couple of minutes tidying the kitchen. She refilled her wine glass and returned to the outside deck just in time to hear Ben ask Chris a question, one she didn’t really want her husband asking.
“So, what gave you the idea of tying my wife up like that?”
“Ben!”
Chris laughed at Kayla’s reaction to her husband’s question but went ahead and answered anyway. “Because she’s a beautiful woman, and I like tying up beautiful women and having my wicked way with them, don’t I, Teri? Not that I did with Kayla, of course—had my wicked way, that is.”
“Don’t give away our bedroom secrets, darling. They’re friends but not those kinds of friends.”
The three of them chuckled, and the chuckles turned to laughter as they each saw Kayla’s reaction—she knew she was blushing again and just frowned at all of them.
“Come on, Kayla, we’re only teasing.”
Kayla couldn’t help it—she was thinking back to the week before when Chris had actually had his wicked way and she’d given him a blow job while still tied up. There’d be some serious shit happening if Ben found out about that particular disgraceful lapse on her part.
“So, Ben, how many times have you tied her up in the three years you’ve been married?”
“Chris!”
Despite her objection to the question, Ben went ahead and answered it. “None.”
“What about before marriage?”
Ben shook his head and shrugged. “I guess I always assumed she wouldn’t go for it—would go mental on my ass. Mind you, what she told me about Saturday makes me wonder if I was wrong.”
Ben looked straight at her, staring into her eyes. Kayla could feel the color returning to her cheeks, and dropped her head, licking her lips.
“I think you might be right, there, friend. You wanna borrow some stuff? We’ve got some padded cuffs and the like here but I can’t use them on Teri at the moment—I think you can see why.”
Teri laughed as Ben, too, began to blush.
“How do you think the frog got there? I counted back, and I’m pretty sure that was the day!”
“Teri!”
Both of her friends were happy to milk as much embarrassment for her out of the conversation as they could, with the apparent willing connivance of her husband. She shot him her wait till I get you home look, but he shrugged it off.
“You wanna borrow them?”
Ben nodded. “Sure!”
He grinned at her and Kayla felt her stomach flutter at the promise inherent in that glance. If they did take those cuffs home she knew without a shadow of a doubt she’d be wearing them, and nothing else, within a few minutes of getting home. She felt her pussy muscles spasm and knew her juices were already moistening her slit in anticipation.
Chris chuckled. “Yeah, I think you should. I think Kayla’s already anticipating it—look at her.”
Kayla gasped and looked down to confirm her worst fears—her nipples had responded as well as her pussy, and the thin t–shirt, and even thinner bra, couldn’t hide that fact.
“No, it’s simply chilly out here now.”
Chris raised an eyebrow, his merciless teasing continuing. “Okay, let’s move indoors, and if your nipples haven’t subsided in, let’s say…a minute, you have to surrender your bra!”
“Get bent! Ben, are you going to stop him?”
“Stop him doing what?”
She glared at her husband. “Teasing me. I am so not giving him any of my underwear.”
The wine made her think of a further reply and she let loose before thinking about any collateral damage.
“You’ll have to wait till Saturday to see these puppies!” She cupped her breasts from underneath and forced them up and out, as if offering them on a plate to her husband’s best friend—and the man who would indeed be seeing them on Saturday, without Ben being there.
Chris’s mouth dropped open in astonishment and Ben just looked shocked.
Kayla wished she could take the words and gesture back, but she couldn’t.
Teri leaned forward and placed her hand on Kayla’s. “Serves you right for teasing her, Chris—you get no sympathy from me. As for you—” She rounded on Ben “—you should have put a stop to it when you saw your wife was getting embarrassed. Don’t either of you dare blame her—don’t you dare!”
Kayla tried to force a smile and realized her lips were dry, and her aroused lust a few minutes ago had all but dissipated.
Chris closed his mouth with an audible sound and looked at her and mouthed Sorry.
She shrugged and turned toward the place Ben had been sitting, only to be engulfed in his arms—he’d left his seat and must have almost sprinted around the table to hug her.
“Sorry, babe. Nothing was meant.”
“Hmm…”
She tried to remain stern, to extract the maximum from the moment, but couldn’t resist smiling from the comforting warmth of his embrace. Everything was back right in her world and she lifted her arms up and wrapped them around his head, then turned her face up for a kiss that was delivered without delay.
“Well, seeing as Kayla said it was getting cooler outside—and it is—shall we move inside?”
Kayla was still looking up into Ben’s eyes, feeling the love emanating from the liquid pools there.
“Ben, do you want to borrow the cuffs?”
She looked up at Ben, smiled and nodded, so Ben broke their eye lock and looked up at his friend.
“Sure.”
Kayla felt that tingle again and smiled.
* * * *
Just before they reached the end of their road, Ben pulled the car over to the curb and knocked it out of gear.
“What, sweetie?”
“I wondered…well…you can say no if you want.”
“What?”
“How would you feel about me putting the cuffs on you now, so you have to walk into the house restrained?”
“You kinky shit!”
She glanced down at his trousers and she could see the bulge there, the reason for the quiet in the car all the way home was now obvious. He’d been thinking about this and, by the size of it, fantasizing about it—a lot.”
There was an impo
rtant difference about the cuffs this time, other than it being her husband and not someone else. Chris and Teri had shown them both how the safety catches worked—how the person secured could undo them as and when they wanted. Indeed, Chris had let them restrain him in all sorts of different ways and positions, even with his hands cuffed between his legs, and he’d demonstrated how to get out of them in seconds.
“Sorry, just asked, that’s all.”
He reached to put the car back into gear but she put a hand on his to restrain him.
“Sweetie, I didn’t say no. You’ve been thinking about this all the way home, haven’t you?”
He nodded.
“Well, you gotta give me a min to think about it, okay?”
“Sure.”
She left her hand on top of his as she thought about the idea of getting out of the car with her hands in the padded cuffs, walking up the drive and onto the porch with her hands bound in front of her. The thought of their neighbors seeing her with her hands bound in front of her like that sent a shiver up her spine. The eroticism of the idea coursed through her, her nipples hardening and her breathing shortening. She was sure her panties would already be soaked just from the mental stimulation.
“Okay.”
“You will?” Ben looked like a puppy with a new chew toy.
She shuddered at the unwanted vision of him slavering over her breasts with his tongue licking every part of her chest; it wasn’t quite the image she wanted at that moment.
“Undo your seatbelt.”
She looked at him.
“Well, duh! First, you can’t undo it yourself handcuffed and, second, the belt would run through the handcuffs. So, undo your seatbelt and lean forward and put your hands behind your back.” He wasn’t looking at her as he fished in the back seat for the bag containing the handcuffs, so she guessed he didn’t see the shocked look on her face.
“Who said anything about behind my back?”
“Because the whole idea is for you to be helpless, and to experience that. If your hands are cuffed in front you can hide what’s happening to you.”
