by Jones,Ciara
Naked in Prague, pt. 2
By Ciara Jones
There was a gorgeous little mini-park alongside the Vltava river, sort of a grassy promenade with trees for shade. Painters often went there during the day to set up their easels and paint the Charles Bridge, which you could see getting licked by gentle river waves over the railing. At night it was eerie and magical. There were no streetlights on the promenade, just dark eddies of mist. Moira could hear the roiling of the river, could feel the moisture in the air on her bare skin. She cast nervous glances at the trees, which were pitch black in the low light. A murderer could easily be lurking behind one. Kaye seemed completely unconcerned. She just puffed her cigarette and walked alongside Moira, occasionally placing a hand on her bare ass, just because she could.
“Hang on,” said Kaye, finally. “I don’t want to walk and smoke.”
She walked over to the railing and leaned against it, staring out over the river. Moira stood behind her, doing her nervous hop from one knee to the other, eyes as wide as she could make them, looking out for watchers. She felt like a hunted deer. Every corner hid eyes. Every rustle of leaves was a predator.
The words naked in public kept repeating in her mind. There was nothing to do about it. Moira tried not to think about the club, about the boy with the glasses who’d stared at her as she’d been marched past him, naked except for high-heeled shoes, tied up like a prisoner, being spanked like a disobedient babe. About Alena, that pretty Czech girl with the big eyes and the pointed features who’d just given her the weirdest orgasm of her life. What kind of girl just hops onto a tied up American and rides her until she comes?
Czech ones, apparently, came the answer.
“Come here babe,” said Kaye, “I need to show you something.”
Moira tore her gaze away from a particularly suspicious looking shadow and joined Kaye at the railing. It was quite a beautiful view. The lights on Charles Bridge blazed all through the night, and the mist created haloes around each lightbeam. It looked positively alien.
“Not that, silly”, said Kaye. Moira turned towards her, and Kaye lifted up her shirt. She had been wearing no bra this entire time. Her perky breasts stuck straight out. The nipples were round and pointed.
Moira couldn’t help but smile.
“Come on,” said Kaye, insistent. “They’re standing up for you.”
Moira leaned over and placed her lips, gently, on Kaye’s right breast. Kaye murmured softly as Moira ringed the nipple with her moist lips. Her tongue peaked out, once, then disappeared, twice, then disappeared. Kaye’s hands went to the back of Moira’s head, caressing it, squeezing it.
Moira’s tongue became more insistent. She licked Kaye’s nipple like an ice cream cone. Kaye’s murmurs became whines. Moira let her teeth brush the nipple and it became rigid. Then she abandoned it for the left breast (taking one furtive look around the shadowy park on the way).
“I love when you do this to me,” said Kaye. “You oh! You make me feel… so good… every time.”
Moira furiously teased the nipple. She licked and kissed it. She could feel her own nipples hardening, for the hundredth time that night.
“I love controlling you…” whispered Kaye, “I’ve never… had that… before ohhhh!”
Moira could feel another orgasm welling up inside her. It was distant but definitely there. Kaye’s sounds were bringing it closer to the surface, but she would need help to get it done.
Moira tore her face away from Kaye’s gorgeous breasts and rose up to her face. Planting a deep, aggressive kiss on her open mouth.
“I love it too.”
Kaye seized Moira’s head and held her in the kiss, so tight. Moira was melting again; she felt hot and stupid and delirious with passion. Adrenaline exploded through Moira’s exhausted neural pathways. Wind and mist lapped at her body. But she would not open her eyes, just kept kissing the perfect girl who’d made her as naked as she could ever be.
Kaye grabbed Moira’s shoulders and guided her backwards towards the railing. Moira yelped as the cold metal touched against her tied arms, her ass. Kaye’s hands were everywhere upon her, moving from each breast to her stomach to her neck to just near her pussy. She was getting rough. Moira couldn’t handle it. She wished she had hands free so she could attack Kaye. She pulled at the ropes and remembered her helplessness.
Then Kaye reached behind her and grabbed her bonds and Moira wondered if she was to be free at long last. They continued kissing, nibbling, biting as Kaye worked on the knots. Moira felt heat well up inside her. She was going to destroy Kaye. Going to punish her right back. Going to make her scream in pleasure twenty times, a hundred times, until she begged for mercy that Moira wouldn’t give.
Then, with a parting kiss, Kaye stepped back. Moira leaned forward to follow her. She couldn’t. She pulled again. It was no use. The slack in the rope, the length Kaye had used to tied Moira’s feet earlier. Kaye had wrapped it around the railing. Moira was now not only naked and tied, but immobile.
Again. Except now it was out in the open.
And Kaye, perfect, gorgeous Kaye, who could make her come so hard she lost her mind, Kaye was standing just out of reach.
Moira whined like a dog as she tried to reach Kaye. There was six inches of space between them. Moira could not reach her. It wasn’t fair. Her orgasm was receding again. It was infuriating.
“No, Kaye, please, no more teasing! Please! Please!”
“Oh hush, you got to tease me plenty a minute ago.”
“I don’t want to tease anymore!”
“What do you want?”
Silence, except for Moira’s nervous hopping from foot to foot.
“Answer me.” More insistent. Kaye drew on her cigarette. Orange light reflected off her glasses.
“I want to go home. I want to go back to the dorm.”
“And do what?”
“I don’t know…”
Kaye crossed her arms and cocked one hip. The cigarette dangled from her mouth.
“I want to… go inside…”
“Why?”
“I want to be with you.”
“We’re together out here.”
“I want to kiss you. I want to touch you.”
“You just did, girlfriend. You can lick my titties some more, if you want.”
“No…”
“Excuse me?”
The wind was picking up. Moira shivered.
“I’m naked, okay? Is that what you want me to say?”
Kaye’s face was inscrutable in the darkness. In her mind, a million eyes were staring at Moira as she wiggled from foot to foot, trying to hide her exposed pussy.
“Don’t lie to me,” said Kaye. Moira felt that thrilling fear again. And a touch of anger.
“W-what do you mean?”
“You’re not naked,” repeated Kaye. She took a step forward, mere inches from Moira’s body. Moira could smell smoke and Kaye’s shampoo. Kaye reached out for Moira’s breast, and Moira felt the nipple harden in anticipation. But she did not touch. The hand hovered there, centimeters from her hardened nub.
Moira shivered again. Kaye floated both of her hands over Moira’s exposed body, never touching her but coming so close. Moira felt phantom tickles. She giggled reflexively, wiggled helplessly. She tried to move into Kaye’s hands, anything to break the tension of the non-touching. Kaye always moved away at the last second. Moira had fierce goosebumps. Every hair on her body was standing on end.
Kaye began to kneel down. Gently, her fingernails began to play on Moira’s sensitive skin. They scraped down the small of her back, over her goosebump-covered ass. She shivered and giggled and gasped. She tickled her knees and her thighs, moving her way to Moira’s mound. Kaye brushed he
r knuckles against Moira’s shaved lips and Moira shuddered away from her, gasping as she made contact with the cold steel rail.
Gently, Kaye parted Moira’s pussy. Moira felt cool air on the moisture down there. She must have been sopping wet. Kaye began to kiss around Moira’s mid-section, up at her belly button, to her hip bone, to her shaved pubic mound, leaving cool kiss marks on her bare skin. Moira’s breathing quickened. Goosebumps wriggled up and down her entire body, making her shudder.
Kaye’s tongue found the wetness in Moira and began its work. A long “Aaaahhhh” sound escaped Moira, like steam from a kettle. She tilted back further to give Kaye a better angle and felt more cold steel against her back. Her wrists were making their circles again. She was beginning to feel raw. She was loving it.
Oh god, I’m loving this, she thought to herself. What kind of pervert enjoys being tied up naked in public, with her girlfriend’s tongue up her snatch?
You, she responded to herself.
The part of Moira’s mind not preoccupied with pleasure was imagining what she must look like from a distance. This dark shape leaning against the railing by the river, haloed by eddies of mist. Upon closer inspection, a nude girl, with bushy red hair in her face since she was unable to brush it aside. Arms behind herself, shoulders back, with two round, pert breasts staring up at the world, wobbling side to side as she shuddered against the railing. Her crotch hidden by a kneeling girl with short black hair and glasses, hugging her around the buttocks, her head moving in gentle circles as she tongued the redhead’s pussy.
The thought of being seen in this way was terrifying. They could be caught by police. No nudity laws in Prague, sure, but certainly THIS was crossing a line. She’d be hauled off to a lockup, naked. Maybe they’d give her a blanket, maybe not. She imagined spending the night in a cold cell, still naked, with drunks and other offenders surrounding her, watching her sit on the cold bench and hug her legs to her body to cover herself. She didn’t speak Czech, so there’d be nothing to do but sit there and wait.
She imagined she could live through it if Kaye was there with her. She imagined she could live through just about anything with Kaye.
Kaye, with that short black hair that Moira longed to pull. With those cute glasses, that perfect ass, those perky small tits she loved to have licked. That black lingerie, that growing dominant streak.
Those occasional outbursts of cruelty.
Kaye pulled away from Moira, wiping her face. Once again, Moira’s confused pleasure receded.
“You’re taking too long,” said Kaye.
“I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry.”
“Nope, you missed your chance.”
Moira was not a multiple orgasm kind of girl, she was still remembering the one she’d had with Alena in the club. Tonight was rare. Tonight, it was all unexplored territory.
“You need a cool down,” said Kaye, arms crossed, staring at Moira with the moonlight in her glasses.
“O-okay.”
“You’re going to stay here for a bit.”
Color rose in Moira’s face. Again? Wasn’t the hostel enough? This is dangerous!
“Y-you’re going to leave me?”
“Just for a bit.”
“Are you sure?”
“Darn sure. You’ll be fine. I owe you a present, anyway. You’ve been such a good girl tonight.”
An absurd little smile played on Moira’s face.
“Why don’t you just punish me, huh? Get it out of your system.”
Kaye smiled. She approached Moira. She tickled Moira’s sides. Moira shuddered and giggled and gasped.
“That’s the idea, babe. But I gotta make sure you’re going to be stay put while I’m gone.”
“…oh.”
Kaye took a knee and planted a kiss on Moira’s shaved mound. Moira did her hip-twisting dance again. She felt Kaye take the slack end from the rope again (god there was a lot of rope) and weave it down around her ankles. She did her hopping dance some more as her ankles were pulled tight together and pushed back against the cold railing. Another knot. Her ankles were tied. She was trussed against the railing, hands and feet, naked, like a hostage. Then, Kaye removed her high-heeled shoes, one at a time. Moira felt cool dirt under her bare feet. Finally, totally, completely naked.
“Now, here’s present number one,” said Kaye. She tickled Moira’s sides as she straightened up. Moira could only shudder and stifle helpless giggles. She had even less range of motion than before. Kaye draped the other loose end of rope over Moira’s shoulder. It dangled in between her breasts.
“You bitch!” she muttered. Kaye slapped her on the breast. Moira cried out, louder than she expected. She fell dead silent. The fear of being discovered found her again.
Kaye was cool as could be. “You shouldn’t talk so mean. I’m giving you presents, after all.” Cigarette still dangling from her mouth, Kaye stepped out of her shoes, unzipped her jeans, and pushed them down to her ankles. Her lacy black panties were on full display, framing her milky white legs. A moment of eye contact from Kaye; was that shyness? The moment passed. Kaye slid her panties down past her legs. Her cute pussy was revealed.
“Here you go, babe,” she said, displaying the panties with her index fingers and thumbs. “Just for you.”
Moira felt heat rise in her face, a weird anticipation. Kaye reached out once again and caressed Moira’s hair, pulling her into a tender kiss. Moira’s delirium was rising. She felt the bonds hold her in place. Her toes curled against the dirt. Her ankles rubbed together. Her nipples were so hard it hurt. Another orgasmed welled up in her exhausted sex. Kaye’s minty taste in her mouth. The cold steel against her bare ass, and Kaye’s naked pussy mere inches from her own. It was humiliating and overwhelming and wonderful. She almost didn’t notice when Kaye pulled out of that glorious kiss and inserted her panties into Moira’s mouth.
Moira shuddered. It tasted of Kaye’s sweetness. She didn’t feel hot, she felt feverish.
Kaye took the loose end of rope from between Kaye’s breasts and tied the cord around Moira’s mouth. She was gagged. Naked. Afraid. More helpless and humiliated than she’d ever been.
“There. Now you won’t make any noise. Right?”
Moira was silent.
“Right?” said Kaye again, giving a gentle yet sudden slap on Moira’s left breast.
“Umf! UMMMMF!”
“What’s that? I can’t understand you.”
She grabbed Moira’s other breast and teased the nipple with her thumb. Moira’s thrashed forward and back, side to side, but she could not escape Kaye and Kaye would not let go. Kaye put some fingernail into the nipple, and Moira screamed and her mouth filled even more with Kaye’s taste. Her only sound was “Uhhhhnnnn, UHHHHN!”
“Shhh, shh-shh-shh babe, I’m sorry.” Kaye leaned in again and placed both hands on Moira’s buttocks, rubbing up to her lower back and down to the tops of her thighs. She placed a ginger kiss on the nipple she’d teased. Moira shuddered again.
“You’re being a brave girl. You’re my special, brave girl. And if you want me stop, I will. Just shake your head at me right now, and tell me no. But I’ve got a few more surprises for you tonight that I think you’ll love. So trust me a little, and you’ll have the best night of your life. Got it?”
Teary-eyed, Moira nodded.
“Good girl. I love you.”
She kissed her way down to Moira’s breast and gave the nipple a small bite. Moira jerked forward, and Kaye seized the opportunity to slap Kaye’s ass so hard it stung. The sound echoed in the night and faded to silence, except for the wind and the sound of Moira gently whimpering.
“Don’t you love being my prisoner?”
Moira paused for a moment. Then nodded, exhausted.
“Present number two is on the way, babe. Sit tight.”
Like I have a choice, thought Moira, as she watched Kaye pull her jeans up over that perfect ass, slip on her shoes, and strut away into the darkness. A gust of air caught Moira u
naware. She shivered. The ropes held her tight.
***
The first time she’d ever been naked in public was summer camp. Moira was bunking on a campsite in Minocqua, Wisconsin, the heart of lake country. She’d caught some of the other campers skinny-dipping at sunset, boys and girls thrashing in the water together like the stupid teens they were. It looked like an awful lot of fun. But it had to end.
Hiding her embarrassment, she’d stepped up to the end of the pier and told them to get dressed and head back to their bunks. She found she had to look away as the naked teens started emerging, grumbling, from the water to towel off and put on their clothes.
“You gonna tell the councilors?” asked one of the girls, some freckly thing with hair redder than Moira’s.
“Not if you get in there quick. Come on. And don’t try this again or you’ll be in trouble.”
“Gotcha, babe,” said one of the boys, a tall kid who was taking his time covering himself.
Moira stared him in the face. “I’m not your babe, buddy,” she said. The boy raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
The next day Moira scrubbed off in the outdoor shower stall, thinking about the skinny-dippers, still toying with the idea that she liked girls more than guys. Girls came in all varieties, but guys tended to be more like the tall boy, Mr. “Gotcha, babe” from the night before. The choice was pretty clear.
She was still thinking about girls and boys and skinny dipping when a couple of the teens from the night before ambushed her. The tall boy, the redhead, and a few others surrounded the stall, stealing her clothes and towels.
“Skinny dipping’s great, babe,” said the tall boy. “You should try it.”
So they yanked open the stall door and pulled Moira out, soapy and naked and struggling. The boy hoisted her onto one shoulder, fireman-style, and the redhead gave her a firm spank. Then they walked her all the way back to the pier and tossed her in and left her there in the cold lake water, still dripping soap from her hair.
She’d never felt so humiliated in all her life. At least until the swim team came down for morning practice. Moira couldn’t bring herself to explain what happened, so the instructor assumed she’d been skinny-dipping. She was marched, naked, cold and teary-eyed past the swim team, through the campsite and back to the girl’s bunk house. Nobody had even offered her a towel for the trip.
