After about the third winery I’d had enough, so instead of doing the tour I stayed back with Jo. I found out a lot about her. She was interesting and seemed interested in me, which surprised me. Most girls didn’t like me because of my looks; they were afraid I’d steal their boyfriends. If only they knew it wasn’t their boyfriends I was interested in.
The more we talked the more I liked her, so when she suggested we drive a short distance to a lookout point, I thought why not. This car park was empty and Jo found a track that led off it. She said we could get a better view on foot so I followed her.
Ducking under some tree branches, we came across a clearing. Thick grass covered with leaves; it was like a cushion under our feet.
“I think we’ve gone the wrong way,” she said, smiling at me.
Was she coming on to me? I thought. Surely not.
She made to walk past me and I lightly touched her arm. Her hand covered mine and I felt the intensity of her touch burning through my blouse. My body throbbed with desire, my mouth went dry and even though I opened my mouth to speak no words escaped.
She sidled up behind me, my hand dropping from her arm. Her breath was warm on my neck, her lips barely grazing my ear before lightly nibbling. Her tongue snaked out and licked delicately before her teeth tugged on the lobe.
I was paralysed – with what? Desire, lust or was it blatant craving? I hadn’t been with a woman for nearly two years since I broke up with my long-time lover. I stood there as her hands sought out my breasts. I lay my head back against her as her fingers crept under my shirt and inside my bra.
My pussy throbbed as she squeezed a nipple, allowing it to harden under her touch.
“Oh God, they’re beautiful,” she whispered in my ear.
Still I said nothing, just content to be there with her, for her hands to continue exploring me, and they did. She undid the zip on the back of my skirt and inched it down over my waist. It dropped noiselessly to the ground. Now her fingers were on the buttons of my blouse, agonizingly slowly undoing them before she peeled it off my arms and discarded it.
I stood there in my bra and panties, pleased that I’d remembered to wax, that my underwear matched, to begin and participate in this magical moment.
I turned in her arms and our lips met. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, eager to explore her, but she pulled back, slowed me down and kissed me more gently, more passionately. She kissed my eyes, my cheeks, my ears and then my neck, her tongue dancing along as her teeth nipped playfully.
I gave no thought to Sue and what her friends were up to, no thought that one of them could come back to the bus and find it gone. I thought of nothing else but myself and Jo. I know it was selfish but it was so amazing.
My hands roamed over her back and up her tailor-made shirt. I unclipped her bra and pulled back to quickly locate her breasts. Her nipples hardened under my touch and, with deft fingers, she undid her buttons and peeled her shirt off.
As her shirt opened, her magnificent breasts popped out. The nipples were dark and inviting, her skin smooth and tanned. I felt the weight of each and buried my head in her cleavage, enjoying the fragrance of her soap and perfume.
Discarding her bra, I set about to remove her trousers. She kicked off her shoes as I undid her zip. Kneeling on the grass, I inched them down over her hips, her bright pink panties peeking out at me. They dropped to the lush grass and I yanked the panties down too. She kicked them off her feet and stood before me, naked as the day she was born.
The sun shone down on her through a break in the canopy of trees, highlighting her hair, surrounding her like a halo. She pulled me up into a standing position and removed my underwear as well. Like two innocent babes we held each other tightly, our breasts squashing against each other, our mounds grinding together in our sexual embrace.
A light breeze rose and kissed our fevered flesh. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, not from cold but from desire for her. I raked my fingers down her back, over her plump cheeks where I squeezed and pinched the flesh, then further to the tops of her thighs, around the front to the hair on her mound.
My fingers slid down her slit, then up again. Her lips parted like petals of a flower and I felt the blood pool there and her excitement build as her pussy swelled with anticipation. My fingers slipped along her opening and already her juices flowed. I inched in a finger, then another, as she tried to open her legs for me to get in deeper.
“Come here,” she said, taking me to a spot thick with leaves.
Lying down, I allowed her to kiss me all over. Working her way down to my pussy, I gladly opened my legs to her, eager for her tongue to be on me. I arched my back, grabbed at my breasts, loving every second of what she was doing. She didn’t disappoint me and I squealed with delight when her tongue snaked out to lick me and I discovered she had a tongue ring in.
With the ball of the ring gliding over my clit, I squirmed beneath her, opening myself up wider. Her fingers found their way inside me and, within seconds, she was fingering me, awakening all my long ago desires, reminding me it had been too long since I’d done this with someone else.
Desperate for my first taste of a new pussy, I pushed her away and turned around so I could straddle her in the sixty-nine position. Arranging myself over her, I peered down at her magnificent body. She opened her legs and I breathed in her fragrance. Mingled with the aroma of the fallen leaves and grass, I was overcome with desire.
I smothered myself into her, nuzzling in like a hungry dog, desperately wanting to taste, touch and feel her with a passion I thought was long gone. She grabbed at my rump and I lay flat on her face, grinding my pussy over her, her cheeks, her lips and her face.
We’d been doing this for I don’t know how long when we heard voices. My whole body was on fire and the last thing I wanted to do was stop, but being found in this predicament could be dangerous. Frightened of being discovered, we quickly grabbed our clothes and hid behind some bushes.
The distinct giggling of a tipsy woman had me panicking and sure enough we saw two of my sister’s friends stagger into the clearing. How had they arrived here? Had they walked or was there another exit from the winery. It had been a short drive and we’d parked the bus in the car park, perhaps they were looking for us. We held our breath wondering what they were up to.
Sarah had a large handbag with her and she fumbled in it looking for something. The other one, I’d forgotten her name, had fallen back into the soft grass and lay there, her eyes closed.
“Oh, this is heavenly,” she said. “I could go to sleep, I feel so relaxed.”
“I hadn’t counted on sleeping.” Sarah giggled.
The sound of buzzing had the girl opening her eyes wide, her mouth poised with the letter “O”, her hair flipping about while she quickly pulled off her panties.
“So, that’s why you brought me here,” she laughed, lying back down. She opened and closed her thighs, giving Sarah quick glimpses of her pussy, teasing her while massaging her own breasts.
Sarah flew between her legs in a flash, the vibrator disappearing underneath. The other girl’s legs came up and hung over Sarah’s shoulders while the vibrator buzzed inside her. I hoped the vibrator wasn’t one of Sue’s gifts – how on earth would I explain how I knew they’d used it and of course there’d be no way I’d be able to tell her what I’d been up to, to know all that now could I?
Sarah was laughing as she pushed the vibrator deeper, but the other girl wanted more.
“I want your mouth on me,” she demanded.
“In a minute,” Sarah said with a giggle.
“Now, stick that fucker up my arse and get your tongue on my clit,” she screamed.
It was raw and erotic to watch the two of them out there in the open without them knowing we were there. They seemed to have no inhibitions; certainly the other girl was quite aggressive in her sexual demands.
My hand found Jo’s pussy and hers found mine. We tickled each other’s clit but found the position awkward
.
“Let’s masturbate and watch at the same time,” Jo said.
We lay our clothes on the ground as it wasn’t quite as soft as where we’d been earlier and made sure we had a good view of the girls. Lying back with our legs open, we continued to stare and at the same time masturbated as Jo suggested. It was fantastic. Watching a porno and pretending someone was watching was kinky but to actually be out there in the open was mind-blowing. I was torn between looking at the other two or checking out Jo’s perfect pussy lips.
Jo’s body began to spasm. With her fingers pulling back the hood over her clit, she rubbed like crazy. Not wanting to miss out on tasting her juices, I flew down to her pussy and began to lap at her. Oh God, it was heaven.
I peered up over her mound and saw she was still eyeing the other two girls. Jo was quite the little devil, I thought. My finger slipped inside her saturated cunt so I could drag some of her juices up to smear over her puckered hole. She pushed back on my finger, indicating I should go on.
I didn’t need to be asked twice and began to probe her gently. She ground harder and I pushed deeper, enjoying the faint moan that escaped her lips. She shuddered and shook and her body arched. She held my head closer to her and exploded into my mouth.
With her juices dribbling down my mouth and chin, I smeared my face amongst her swollen flaps, not hearing the voices of the others as they searched for us. Jo’s knees held me tight by the ears and her pussy continued to buck into my mouth as she squirmed about.
“What do you two think you’re doing?” I heard my sister scream. “You are so selfish, you just can’t leave your pussy alone for five minutes, can you?”
I jumped back, alarmed at having been caught out, but instead it was the other two she was yelling at. They scrambled up, their clothes in disarray while the others looked on, some I thought enviously.
“You were supposed to be looking for the driver and my sister, not frolicking around the grass like two dogs in heat.”
A muttering of voices, girls trying to look the other way, some, as I said, probably questioning their own sexuality if they’d been watching their antics for a while.
“Sorry,” the girls said as they scampered off.
Sue lagged behind. While the others departed, she stared back over her shoulder. “You two better hurry up as well,” she said stifling a laugh. “And the next time you decide to get up to mischief make sure you grab all of your underwear,” she added, flipping my panties over her shoulder.
When I was sure they’d all gone, I ran out half-naked to retrieve them. We dressed and made our way back to the bus where all the girls were chatting drunkenly, making suggestive and crude comments to the other two who had been sprung.
Fortunately, no one even bothered to ask where we’d been and my sister never said a word. She did invite Jo to the wedding and I must say we had a fantastic night, maybe not in the honeymoon suite like Sue but it was sure one hell of a night to remember, even now just writing about it has me feeling horny.
KIDNAP LOVER
Dominique James
The van drive had been cold, noisy and uncomfortable. Not a word had been spoken since all those hands had grabbed her as she came out of her house, shoved a smelly cloth bag over her head and bundled her into the back. She probably screamed, but nobody had come to her aid. They didn’t mess about, either, screaming off in a shower of gravel as hands held her and ripped her clothing from her. So many hands. When all she had left on were shoes, she felt rough ropes encircling her wrists and her ankles and hands holding her upright as the other ends of the ropes were fastened to the sides of the inside of the van, meaning she had to stand despite the tilt of the van each time they careered around a corner.
She was due at work. They would miss her when she didn’t turn up. But straightaway she knew that was a forlorn hope. Emma was always an unpredictable rebel, and this wouldn’t be the first time she’d simply not turned up for work. She always had some credible excuse. Even if they did sense something wrong, what could they do? They knew nothing. Then again Emma knew nothing; only that she was being taken somewhere unknown by someone unknown for purposes unknown.
Things did not look good.
Whoever had been there with Emma wasn’t letting on to their identity. Emma’s eyes were well and truly sealed from the blindfold, but that heightened her senses of smell and hearing. She listened for familiar noises and smells she could recognize. A whiff of perfume perhaps, or a cough. A simple clearing of a throat that could help pinpoint the identity of her abductors.
Surely it had to be her friends. Anything else was too scary, too unthinkable. She’d never made any secret of her kidnap fantasies but now it had come true she was less sure. The fact it was her birthday tomorrow gave her a hope that this could be some kind of birthday treat. If it was fantasy, if her friends cared about her enough to go to all these lengths, then good on them. It beat the hell out of zip-lining.
But would they go to these lengths? If it was her friends then Anna would have to be one of them, and she’d spent so many hours tasting and smelling and touching and kissing every last millimetre of Anna’s body that she should know the scents there – her perfumes, her perspiration even.
Infuriatingly, bound and gagged, Emma was evaluating the pros and cons of her situation; weighing up the odds of whether she was in for a treat or something far, far worse.
The van had been travelling for maybe two hours, with her falling this way and that until the ropes that held her ankles and her wrists to the rails along its wall pulled her back upright. Now and then female hands – she hoped they were female hands – would touch her. Sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, but always in such a way as to degrade her, to make her feel like an object. Now and then she suffered slaps and strokes from what felt like a riding crop. She tried not to yell; whoever was doing this would probably get off on it if she yelled.
She knew the journey was coming to an end when the van bumped up a muddy drive full of potholes and rainwater puddles. She sensed, rather than saw, it was now dark outside. A sheep bleated somewhere among the rainfall. Her darkened eyes could almost make out – in her imagination only – a bumpy off-road farm driveway, fenced at each side with sad, wet sheep penned in behind the wire. To assist the vision, smells of farms – mostly sheep’s droppings, drifted on the air. Distant white noise suggested rolling surf on a beach.
The van screeched to a stop and smells of hot oil permeated the air. Suddenly, she heard the van doors open and she was being untied and bundled out of it onto soft, muddy ground. She tried to reach for the blindfold but her hands were quickly retied in front of her and she was dragged by them along wet ground into some echoing, cavernous building, its only saving grace from Emma’s viewpoint being that it was out of the fierce rain that now coated every inch of her naked body and ran down her skin, making her shiver. She gave a moment’s thought to the Jimmy Choos she’d saved up for and were now almost certainly ruined.
“We’re here,” announced a deliberately disguised woman’s voice. Someone was trying – and failing – to sound like a man.
Emma’s rope was pulled upwards and secured on high so as to leave her standing on rough straw, her arms stretched above her. She shivered against the cold.
“Where is here?” she wanted to know.
“Some little farm we rented in North Wales. Don’t ask me where because there’s no way I could pronounce it. Or find it again.” Anna made no attempt now to disguise her voice, saying to whoever else was there that she’d be in shortly after she’d dealt with their prisoner. Female laughter followed – two, maybe three women there. Emma heard receding footsteps and a clang of a metal door.
Then breathing. Anna’s breathing. Close, examining her. She recognized her lover’s presence now.
Her blindfold removed, Emma tried to get her eyes into focus.
Anna used Emma’s captivity to help herself to another kiss and a probing grope.
“Who’s been beating me,
then?”
She smiled at that. “We all have. And we’re gonna keep at it. It’s cold out here and you’ll be staying a while. We need to find a way to keep your skin warm. Red equals warm, right?”
“Bitch!” Emma spat back.
But they both knew she didn’t mean it. Emma was submissive; she’d never kept it a secret from Anna. She loved being made captive. She enjoyed that. And she endured the pain that seemed to have to go with the captivity. As Anna had once explained to her, no love, or obedience or sacrifice, would be proven unless Emma was doing something she didn’t actually want done.
No, Anna knew there was no malice in the word. Just as there was no malice in the slap across the cheek it earned her.
“We’re off to the pub in a bit. You’re not invited.”
“We?” Emma wondered how many “we” described. From the blindfolded journey in the back of that noisy van she estimated four, but now her eyes were her own again only Anna was there. So, apart from Anna, who else? Probably Jayne, but then who? Carmen? No – too straight-laced for this sort of gig. Seana perhaps.
Seana – now she was up for anything.
She couldn’t believe how much better it felt knowing Anna had not betrayed her. She felt totally loved again. OK, she was filthy and bruised, but she could live with that.
“When does this end?” she asked Anna in what was to be her final question.
“When we say.” Anna grinned. She moved out of sight behind Emma before asking, “You love it really, don’t you?”
Then Anna was back, pushing a ball gag into Emma’s mouth, pushing her head down so she could fasten it without the danger of Emma tensing her neck so she could work it off afterwards.
“The kidnap, the journey – that was for us all,” she cooed. “But this is just for you and me.”
Emma didn’t know what the hell she was talking about until the whip cut across her back. Anna was standing well back, so this had to be a long whip, with a crack in the tail as she pulled back at the last instant, making the tip accelerate as it made contact with her skin and amplifying the sting. Emma yelled into the gag and arched her back. Anna approached, from behind, and Emma felt something hard and rough pushing between her legs. At first she didn’t recognize what it could be, but it was obvious. The pommel of the whip, sliding between her buttocks.
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