The Innocent

by John Argus

  Zoe licked her lips and did giggle nervously, even as she shook her head. Selina was clearly not a shy girl, but then she was from another part of the world, and who knew what was considered proper there?

  Charles Weatherby’s jaw dropped and his cock became instantly erect as he saw the girl in the window. It was not the same girl he had been desperately trying to catch glimpses of for over a week, but it was an unquestionably beautiful young woman, and she was wearing a lacy blue teddy that left very little to the imagination. He jammed his eye against the telescope and zoomed in on her amply displayed cleavage, his heart pounding as he noted the firm dimples of her nipples beneath the thin silk.

  ‘Oh Christ,’ he gasped. ‘Oh yes… oh beautiful…’

  The Asian girl turned her back to the window and he let out a little cry of shocked delight as he saw her bare buttocks. Then she began rolling her hips and he groaned deep in his throat, his knees weakening.

  ‘Oh God, she wants it, she wants a stiff one!’

  He saw the other girl then. She was wearing simple pyjamas, and he was frustrated she was so overdressed. But the dark-haired girl seemed to be taunting her to dance, holding out her hands.

  ‘Take it off,’ he breathed. ‘Come on, girlie, take it off!’

  But neither young woman appeared inclined to cooperate with his feverish demands, content to dance with each other before the window, and Weatherby stared, transfixed by the sight, salacious imaginings filling his mind about what they might be doing together in the small room. Was the Oriental girl a new roommate? Was she a relative? Was she a lover? Why was she dressed like that and why were they dancing? They moved away from the window and he cursed savagely, but they had not left the room and he stared impatiently, waiting for one or the other to step in front of the window again. Were they stripping now? Were they making love? He was desperate to know what was going on.

  ‘So how should we start?’ Zoe asked innocently.

  Selina lay back on the bed, resting her hands beneath her head, and shrugged. ‘We need to relax, and we need to expose our most terrible sexual demons and confront them.’

  ‘How?’ Zoe was sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, noting how closely the teddy hugged the girl’s body, accentuating every toned curve.

  Selina stretched, arching her back and straining the material over her breasts as she smiled up at Zoe. ‘This makes me feel sexy,’ she purred, ‘and feeling sexy is a good thing.’

  ‘It is?’

  ‘Of course it is. Don’t you like it when men stare at you?’ She smiled in a catlike way. ‘I can tell what they’re thinking. I know they’re undressing me with their eyes, and that in their imaginations they’re doing all sorts of wicked things to me. You’re prettier than me, so I have no doubt you get the same looks.’

  ‘I’m not prettier than you,’ Zoe protested humbly.

  ‘Oh, of course you are,’ Selina insisted. ‘You have bigger breasts, you’re a little taller, you have gorgeous legs and a lovely face. And your hair…’ she shook her head, smiling. ‘I doubt there’s a single man at work who hasn’t thought about what you look like naked and what it would be like to get you into bed.’

  ‘Selina!’ Zoe gasped, scandalised.

  ‘That’s just the way it is, Zoe. Men are the hunters, and we’re the hunted.’ She stood up on the bed abruptly, rolling her hips in time to the music from the radio, her eyes narrowing. ‘We’re the hot, sexy girls all the men pant after. You should be happy. It’s so much fun having them all lusting after you and not being able to say a word. It gives you a great sense of power.’

  ‘But you’re not supposed to think like that,’ Zoe protested worriedly.

  ‘Says who?’ Selina sniffed. ‘I like being sexy. I like it that people think I’m hot and want to touch me and do unspeakable things to me. It doesn’t mean I’m a bad girl. My fiancé would go crazy if he saw me like this,’ she added, leaping gracefully off the bed and strolling over to the window again. She straightened a leg and put her bare foot on the ledge, and then she let her hand slowly caress the length of her shapely limb. ‘He wants me so bad, but he has to wait until we’re married.’

  ‘Well, that’s good.’

  ‘But I want him too,’ she sighed. ‘Sometimes I get so horny I could just yank down his pants.’ She lowered her foot from the ledge. ‘Honestly, Zoe, don’t you just get these times when you’d give anything to feel a man inside you?’

  ‘To be honest, no,’ she lied.

  ‘Or to feel his hands on your breasts?’ She cupped hers, squeezing them and looking imploringly at Zoe.

  ‘That’s wrong…’

  ‘Oh, but it’s so much fun being a bad girl.’ She began dancing seductively again. ‘Come on, dance with me, be a naughty girl.’ She reached out, took Zoe’s hands, and pulled her up off the bed.

  ‘I can’t dance,’ Zoe protested.

  ‘All women can dance,’ Selina said firmly. ‘You just need to stop being so body conscious. Pretend you’re on a stage and hundreds of men are watching you, devouring you with their eyes. Taunt them. Show them what they can’t have.’

  ‘That’s awful.’ Yet she felt a quivering in her belly as she tried to imitate Selina’s slow, graceful movements.

  ‘Take this off,’ Selina commanded, reaching for the top button of Zoe’s pyjamas.

  ‘I can’t do that.’ She clasped her hands together protectively over her chest.

  ‘Really, Zoe, you can’t be a seductive female in pyjamas. Besides, nobody can see, it’s just us here.’ She brushed aside Zoe’s hands and quickly undid the buttons down the front of her baggy top, exposing the ivory flesh within, letting the front drape open a little to expose the inner slopes of Zoe’s breasts. ‘That’s it,’ she whispered huskily, ‘the secret is to show something, but not everything. Give them little teasers and glimpses.’

  Zoe continued to dance awkwardly, feeling quite exposed as the top of her pyjamas swayed open as she moved. Yet she had been seen naked by both Mr Erasmus and Ms Beacher, so this was not nearly as difficult as it would have been only a few days before. Besides, it felt exciting to think of herself as a sexy, seductive female.

  She began to loosen up a little, rolling her hips as Selina did, even as she drew apart the sides of her top and exposed her breasts completely. She felt a rush of exhilaration imagining there were hundreds of men watching her, all of them breathlessly excited as she revealed herself to their hungry eyes. Then, to her shock, Selina moved behind her, slid her hands over her shoulders, grasped the edges of her open top, and slipped it off with a seductive rustle.

  For a moment Zoe crossed her arms over her chest, blushing, but then her excitement took hold and she relaxed again, dancing in the loose pyjama bottoms, grinding her hips while imagining herself as a belly dancer, her hands rising over her head as she watched her breasts swaying and trembling in time to her movements. Her nipples were hard, and she felt a sudden anxiety that Selina would find that perverse, but then the girl let the straps of her teddy slip over her shoulders so her breasts were also fully exposed, and Zoe saw that her brown nipples were erect as well. She felt a strange sense of sisterhood with Selina, as if the two of them were members of a small, private club of seductive women, lording it over less beautiful girls who envied them.

  Weatherby’s heart was beating like a drum as he watched the two dancing girls. The usual girl’s top was open, and he caught tantalising glimpses of very firm young breasts. But the loose material kept hiding the loveliness of her, and every time she seemed to expose more she moved beyond the window frame, or worse, she turned around. At one point she danced with her hands well above her head, and he could see even from behind that her top was pulled completely open, yet he could only catch glimpses of the sides of those beautiful breasts.

  She danced out of his view and he cursed, but then the da
rk-haired girl appeared and he licked his lips, moaning as she slipped the straps of her teddy down her slender arms. His pulse rocketed as she bared her breasts, and his fingers trembled on the telescope as he tried to jam his eye even harder against the lens.

  The other girl appeared again and he groaned, for she was completely topless now, even though her back was to the window. The pyjama bottoms were much lower on her hips than before, hugging the top of her buttocks, and he stared, willing them to fall even lower, desperate for her to turn around and face him.

  ‘This dancing is making me hot,’ Selina panted, dropping onto the foot of the bed.

  ‘Me too,’ Zoe said breathlessly, mistaking her meaning as she sat beside her.

  ‘You know, Zoe,’ Selina went on, ‘over the centuries we Orientals have learned a thing or two about how to enjoy life.’ She glanced down at Zoe’s mouth-watering breasts, her fingers eager to feel the softness of those gorgeous orbs. She slipped an arm around Zoe’s shoulder in a friendly gesture, so that their nearest breasts pressed together.

  It made Zoe uncomfortable to feel how warm and soft, and close, Selina’s flesh was, and she swallowed anxiously. The intimate contact was both naughty and strangely exciting, and while not wanting to offend her, she dearly wished Selina would move away slightly.

  ‘Do you know that where I come from it’s almost impossible for a girl who isn’t a virgin to get a husband?’ Selina whispered.

  ‘No,’ Zoe said in surprise.

  Selina nodded. ‘They’re so stuck on that. The men can have all the fun they want, of course, nobody cares if they’re virgins, but a good Chinese girl is supposed to be a virgin until she’s married.’

  ‘But surely that’s not fair,’ Zoe protested sweetly.

  ‘I know, it’s not,’ Selina agreed. ‘We get excited just like the men do, but we’re simply supposed to be able to ignore our desires.’

  Zoe nodded uncomfortably. Every time the girl moved, even if it was just to shrug or shake her head, she could feel that soft breast moulding against hers. It was a startlingly cosy and sensual sensation.

  ‘We have ways of coping, though,’ Selina went on. ‘We have spiritual and physical exercises we do together to exorcise the demons of lust, and all that.’

  ‘Oh?’ Zoe found this extremely interesting, since exorcising those demons was just what Mr Erasmus and Ms Beacher claimed she needed to do.

  ‘Yes, let me show you.’ Selina rose elegantly, and then almost casually brushed her teddy down her legs, stepping out of it to stand naked before her.

  Zoe stared at her in surprise, and then blushed as the girl smiled down at her. Of course there was nothing wicked about a naked female, yet she still felt there was something wrong – sinful – about being alone with Selina in her bedroom. Then she realised with a strange shock that the girl had no hair down there, between her legs, which made her seem even more naked.

  ‘Yes, oh yes, God be praised!’ Weatherby whispered fervently as he stared at the naked girl. His eyes crawled over her body, from the tips of her erect little nipples to the delicious gap between her thighs, and then over the perfect expanse of smooth flesh covering her back and buttocks as she unwittingly turned around for him.

  Selina watched Zoe’s expression with an intensity she fought to conceal and control. She was deeply aroused revealing herself to the girl, and as she had for hours now, she felt a desperate desire to run her hands all over Zoe’s beautiful body and make her cry out with pleasure. Her every move and statement since she entered the flat had been calculated to reassure and yet arouse the bewitching girl. And she was suffering more than a little guilt about that, both because Zoe seemed so innocent that she felt almost like a dirty old lecher seducing her, and because she was experiencing a tremendous amount of rebellious distress about the feelings she had for a girl.

  ‘Stand up,’ she said, fighting to keep her voice steady and relaxed as she took Zoe’s hands and pulled her to her feet again. ‘You have to lose these,’ she declared, gripping the waistband of Zoe’s pyjama bottoms and easing them down. Zoe was startled, but she did not resist as they slid down to her ankles and gathered in a pool around her feet.

  ‘Here, step out of them,’ Selina encouraged.

  ‘Well, okay.’ Zoe’s voice was a little shaky.

  ‘Good, now first we have to relax by just hugging for a moment.’ She slipped her arms around Zoe and pulled their naked bodies together. She relished the softness of the other girl’s breasts as they pillowed against her own, and she could feel the pinpoint hardness of her nipples. ‘Just relax,’ she urged, her hands gently stroking Zoe’s back. ‘Relax,’ she whispered. ‘Clear your mind and let your desire flow down through your hands. Imagine it flowing out of your fingertips like… like energy, and let it flow into me.’ She eased her head back and kissed Zoe chastely on one cheek, and then on the other. She noted the breathless look of confusion on the girl’s face as she kissed her delicately on the chin, and then on the curve of her throat.

  ‘Relax,’ she whispered again. ‘Don’t fight it. Let your mind float and let your body feel the desire and lust inside you. Let it flow through your fingers into my body.’ She eased back and reached down for Zoe’s hands. She placed them against her own stomach and pushed them up slowly, until they were just beneath her breasts. ‘That’s it…’ She positioned her hands beneath Zoe’s breasts, mirroring the girl’s stance, and caressed her soft flesh. Then she gently cupped her taut breasts and stroked their tender undersides. Almost as if in a trance, Zoe did the same to her, and Selina felt a whiplash of excitement grip her. Her nipples ached with need, and she squeezed Zoe’s luscious mounds, kneading them hungrily.

  ‘Now we need to… we need to… take the heat out of our… out of our bodies in different places,’ Selina breathed, swaying slightly. ‘Do as I do.’ She raised her hands and took Zoe’s erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

  Zoe blushed, but obediently copied the gesture.

  Selina moaned softly, the sound barely audible as she began rolling Zoe’s nipples. Zoe mimicked her actions, and felt her nipples revelling in the firm touch of the other girl’s inexperienced fingers. Selina tugged Zoe’s nipples, Zoe did the same, and both tugged harder and harder until Selina began wincing and her aureoles seemed ready to burst with exquisite tension. Her pussy was almost painfully hot and clenched repeatedly around a frustrating emptiness.

  ‘Now we need to confront our nasty demons,’ she said urgently.

  ‘What demons?’ Zoe panted.

  ‘The nasty fantasies we have. We need to admit them to ourselves.’

  ‘I couldn’t possibly…’

  ‘I’ll start… I dream I’m a courtesan in ancient China wearing a long silk gown of the deepest green. I imagine myself as the most beautiful woman in a great castle, and that all the men lust after me everywhere I go. They’re all so very polite, but they all want me so badly, all of them. I’m the only woman in the castle, and there are hundreds of men, and I taunt them with my beauty, loving to see how excited they get around me. Everywhere I go their eyes follow me, and I can tell they’re thinking things they shouldn’t, thinking of me naked and at their feet, stripped and tied like you were today, helpless before them so they can take me and use me… I often fantasise about that, and when I get all hot and excited I imagine them punishing me.’

  Zoe was shocked, and intensely aroused. She’d never had a fantasy that lurid; she had never imagined herself being taken by hundreds of men. She thought of those girls in the pictures she had received in the post, and how tightly bound they were, and then thought of herself in their place surrounded by men.

  ‘Tell me one of your fantasies,’ Selina urged.

  ‘I – I couldn’t…’

  ‘Go ahead, it couldn’t be more shameful than mine.’

  Zoe hesitated for a moment, and then
took a deep breath. ‘Well, I dream about… about a man doing things to me,’ she confessed. ‘And I can’t stop him because… because I’m tied up. And everywhere he touches me my body seems to turn to fire and I can’t stop myself from responding to him, I can’t hide how excited I become as he touches me.’

  Selina’s eyes were alight. ‘I think I know how you can overcome this fantasy,’ she said, gently brushing the hair away from Zoe’s flushed face.

  ‘How?’ She was not entirely sure she wanted to overcome it.

  ‘Scarves.’

  ‘Pardon?’

  ‘Do you have any scarves?’

  Zoe nodded and pointed to the second drawer of her wardrobe.

  Selina opened it, and took out a handful of silk. ‘We’ll exorcise this demon for you, Zoe,’ she promised. ‘Lie back on the bed.’ Zoe obeyed, and within moments Selina had carefully wrapped the delicate scarves around her wrists and ankles and bound them to the bed’s four posts so her arms and legs were spread wide. Then she draped the last scarf over Zoe’s eyes, tying it in place.

  ‘Now you can pretend I’m that man,’ she said, her voice husky. ‘Pretend I’m the sexiest man in the world and I’ve captured you and I’m touching you like you imagined. All you have to do is resist that touch.’

  ‘But I can’t,’ Zoe protested.

  ‘Ah, but you know it’s me, and since I’m just a girl, you’ll have a much easier time of it.’

  That made sense to Zoe, but she was still anxious, for her body was already feeling very aroused, and she was quite worried she would respond to almost any touch, even that of another girl. She tugged instinctively at the soft scarves pulling her ankles and wrists apart, and felt a renewed sense of excitement at how firmly she was bound. And it struck her then as it had not struck her before that she was bound, bound naked and spread-eagled to the four posts of her bed, vulnerable, open, completely helpless. She blushed as she imagined what she must look like, as she thought of Selina staring down at her. Of course, Selina was only a girl, but even so…