by Ciara Jones
Naked in Prague, Pt. 1
By Ciara Jones
“Prague has no nudity laws, you know,” said Kaye, sipping her beer by the window.
Moira smiled at her from the bed.
“That can’t be true.”
“Europe, baby.”
“Get back here.”
Kaye finished her can and hopped back towards the bed. Moira adored the way her black hair bobbed in the moonlight. She snuggled up under the covers and Moira’s hands found her breasts, pert and round with sharp nipples. She gave them a pinch and Kaye shuddered, giggling.
“Naughty girl,” she said, kissing Moira’s neck, reaching around to pull her bushy red hair. Moira loved it when she got rough. It had been slow going these past few weeks, teaching Kaye how to be dominant. She still seemed so unsure of herself sometimes. But Kaye had been happy to learn.
The two kissed and teased and tugged at each other, naked under the covers of the bed. Moira was losing herself in the excitement, and that was dangerous. Her eyes kept glancing towards the door. There was no lock on it. Hostels aren’t big on privacy. They’d shoved their backpacks against the door but that would hardly stop a stranger from barging his way in. The thought was terrible – and it excited Moira all the more. Getting caught, naked, with only the covers and Kaye to protect her, covered in juices with messed up sex hair.
Kaye put her hand on Moira’s sex and the thoughts fled from her. Nothing was more important than Kaye’s hand. It rubbed slowly, up and down over her lips, bringing out that sweet moisture. Moira could feel her eyes roll back in her skull. Her mouth hung open and soft murmurs escaped her. Kaye did not waste the opportunity to kiss her, deeply, with tongue.
“You better stay quiet,” Kaye whispered, kissing her way down Moira’s neck towards her breasts.
“Ohhh…ohhhh!”
Kaye bit her nipple and Moira shuddered.
“You bitch!” she breathed.
“Quiet!”
Footsteps. Both girls froze. Moira’s heart beat against the wall of her chest, so hard she could see her breasts gently shuddering. Her eyes were on the door and the backpacks. They waited. Nothing.
The footsteps again, moving farther away. They were coming from upstairs. Just some heavy-stomper going to the bathroom a floor above.
Moira exhaled deeply and turned her eyes back to the girl on top of her. Kaye was staring into her eyes, determined.
“You’re going to do as I say, you hear?”
“Yes.”
“Because you trust me?”
She was asking. Still so unsure.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Kaye grabbed between Moira’s legs, rougher this time. Moira jolted, unprepared. Kaye’s other hand played at her right breast, and her tongue and lips were on her left one. Moira could feel the nipples turn into diamonds. It hurt. It hurt and she loved it.
“Slow… slow down…”
“Stay quiet.”
“But…”
Kaye slapped Moira’s breast. She jolted again, feeling gloriously helpless. Kaye massaged the sensitive skin and Moira felt her pain transform into pleasure.
Perhaps not so unsure after all.
“You’re going to… stay quiet….”
Kaye was speaking through a mouthful of breast.
“Or I’m going to… punish you…”
The thought sent shivers through Moira. Punished? Here? In this hostel, where anyone could walk in on them? What could that mean?
“Yes. Whatever you want.”
Gently, Kaye pushed a finger inside Moira and worked her. Moira’s toes curled and her legs shivered. Another finger. Moira gripped Kaye’s short black hair.
The sheets below them were sopping wet by the time Kaye was finished. Moira had tried her hardest not to make a sound. It was no use. The orgasm snuck up on her, owned her completely. She let out a wail as her mind melted away, as her nerves lit up like traffic lights down to each finger and toe.
When she came to, Kaye was standing again over the bed. She had such a gorgeous body. Petite but curvy, with firm breasts and a great ass, a cute patch of fuzz between her legs. She had her glasses on. She was holding a length of rope.
“Roll over,” she said.
Where the hell did she get rope? thought Moira.
“Roll over. Now.”
Slowly, Moira rolled over onto her front. Kaye pulled the covers off of her and Moira felt cool air on her whole body, on the drying moisture between her legs.
Kaye grabbed Moira’s wrists and pushed them together on the small of her back. Moira was still too hazy to resist even if she’d wanted to. Obedient as a corpse, she let Kaye tie her arms together above the elbow, and then at the wrists. Then Kaye pushed her legs together and tied her at the ankles with the same length of rope. She lifted Moira’s feet up into the air and used the slack to tie another knot so the rope shortened. Moira’s feet swayed, suspended in the air. A perfect hogtie.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” said Kaye, kneeling by Moira’s head. She stroked the hair out of Moira’s face. Moira was coming back to herself. She was beginning to feel quite helpless.
“You’re going to stay here until I get back.”
“Yes, Kaye,” she said.
“And you’re going to be nice and quiet.”
“Yes, Kaye.”
Kaye spanked her exposed ass. Moira wriggled and her toes curled. For the first time, she felt how limited her motion was. There was nothing she could do.
“Ahh!” she said. Kaye spanked her again.
This time Moira held her tongue. The sex energy was coming back to her already. To be naked and helpless before Kaye… this was a new kind of sexy.
“I’ll be back,” said Kaye, standing. She towards the door and began moving the backpacks aside. She was still naked.
“W-wait!” whispered Moira. She wriggled on the bed. Kaye turned back to look at her.
“You can’t just leave me here like this!”
“Sure I can.”
“B-but… you’re naked!”
“So are you.”
“Anyone could come in here!”
“They won’t.”
“You… you can’t go out there!”
“No nudity laws in Prague, babe,” said Kaye, smiling again. “And you’re breaking the quiet rule. I’ll have to do something about that when I get back.”
Kaye opened the door and peaked her head out. There was a light on in the hallway, but it was dead silent. Slowly, she inched more and more of her body out into the hall. Moira saw that perfect ass disappear out the doorway. Then it was closed. Then the soft sounds of bare feet padding away on carpet. Then silence.
Moira lay unmoving for a while, then gradually she began to test the limits of her ties. The rope was smooth and thin, it had little give. She tried to pull her wrists apart but they wouldn’t budge. She wiggled her feet, accomplishing nothing. She was totally alone, lying naked and tied up on a bed in the dark with an unlocked door. She had never felt more helpless in her life.
It was strange. Strange and thrilling. Her heart pounded and her eyes stayed locked on the door, straining to hear any sound of approach. Nothing. Nothing but her own breath, and the soft rustles of fabric as she breathed and remembered.
The past few weeks had been all about experimentation. They’d met at a study abroad program, day one of European History class at the Charles University. From the moment she saw Kaye, dressed all in black, doodling in her notebook while the professor droned on about some crusade or another, she knew she needed to see what this girl’s deal was.
“Beer’s cheaper than water in Prague, you know.”
That was the first thing she said to Kaye. Kaye had sm
iled and said “I’ve never had beer before.”
“Really?! Shit! We’re doing this.”
Later that very same night, the two girls were downing the stuff like lemonade and dancing to ABBA in some club. They didn’t have sex that time. Or the time after. It was two weeks of classes and dancing before a farewell peck on the cheek turned into a half-hour of making out. Slowly but surely the kisses got deeper and the clothes started coming off. By week five they were naked more often than not, finding new ways to pleasure each other.
But Kaye had never been this dominant before. This was uncharted territory. Moira was scared by it. She liked it.
After an eternity of patient, silent waiting, Moira heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Soft ones, with quick little steps. Her heart leapt into her throat. She could feel the pounding in her ears. The door opened. It was Kaye. She came into the room, closed the door, and leaned against it, panting. Her breasts rose and fell. Even in the dim moonlight, Moira could see she was flushed.
“Were you a good little girl?” she said.
“Yes,” said Moira.
“You were extra quiet?”
“Yes.”
Kaye approached her and knelt down once more before the bed.
“Did anyone see you?” Moira whispered.
“No. And I don’t remember telling you you could talk.”
She slapped Moira’s ass. A surprised giggle escaped her. This WAS a new side of Kaye.
“You like that?” said Kaye. Moira figured she had permission to say “Yes.”
“You like getting spanked like the naughty girl you are?
“Ohhhh baby.”
Kaye slapped her again. Moira wailed, as quietly as she could. Kaye pushed Moira over onto her side and began stroking her belly under her breasts. She trailed her fingernails up to Moira’s nipples and teased them gently. Moira wriggled in helpless agony.
“Quiiiiet,” Kaye hissed.
Moira wouldn’t. Her sounds grew louder.
“Quiet, bitch.” She moved her other hand down to Moira’s exposed sex. I’m being played like a piano, thought Moira. She giggled, tingly.
“If you don’t shut up I’m going to punished you.”
“Fuck you.”
“What was that?”
“Fuck yoooouuuu…..”
The tingles became stronger. Moira struggled against her bonds, and the struggles made the sensations a dozen times stronger. Kaye pushed Moira’s pussy lips aside and began teasing the clitoris directly. Moira gasped. An orgasm was approaching, faster this time.
“Oh god, oh GOD, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck yooouuuu-ohhhh….!”
It was pure ecstasy. All the fear and excitement from being tied up alone on the bed transformed into pure pleasure. This would be a real mind-destroyer. Moira shivered as it rushed towards her, closer… closer…. closer….
Then Kaye stopped. She gave Moira’s nipples one more pinch, rose to her feet, and walked away. Moira jerked and lay still, feeling the sex energy recede into the distance.
“Noooo….” she mewled.
Kaye was pulling her frilly black panties up her legs.
“You’re being far too loud,” she said. Anger filled Moira.
“No, no I’m not, no one’s awake. No one’s awake, Kaye. We’re safe. Please.”
“No, I told you to be quiet and you wouldn’t.” She pulled her jeans up over her pert ass.
“Please. Please just finish me off. Please.”
“I don’t think so,” she said. She grabbed the can of beer off the window sill and held it over her mouth, catching the last few drops.
Moira whined like a child. She wiggled her feet and shook her hand.
“I think we should head back to the dorm.”
“What? No. Come on.”
The whole point of coming to this hostel was to fuck in a new location. It was well past midnight, the trams probably weren’t even running.
“You’re being too loud. We’re going to go back to the dorm now. Come on.”
There was authority in Kaye’s voice. Moira heard it and ignored it. Being denied her glorious orgasm had left her in a foul mood.
“I don’t want to go to the dorm.”
“We’re going.” Kaye was pulling on a shirt.
“No!”
“We’re going now.” She sat on the bed and pulled on her socks and boots.
“I don’t want to!”
“I said: we’re going NOW.”
She slapped Moira’s ass one more time. Moira yelped, bouncing a little. Slowly, a thought occurred to her. A horrible, wonderful thought.
“Kaye.”
“Come on, get up.”
Kaye began to untie her ankles.
“Wait. Kaye.”
“We’re burning moonlight. Come on.”
Moira’s ankles were free. She rested her feet on the bed and waited for Kaye to untie her arms.
She didn’t.
“Come on. Up.”
Moira hesitated.
“Up!”
Kaye smacked her ass again. As quickly as she was able, Moira slid off the bed and rose to her feet. Her arms were still tied tight behind her. Kaye wrapped the slack rope around Moira’s bonds. It forced her shoulder blades together so her breasts stuck out, high and proud.
The fully-dressed Kaye stood before her. Moira leaned from one foot to the other, like a nervous child. Oh god, she’s not suggesting THAT, is she?
Kaye leaned in and kissed Moira on the lips, gently. She held the kiss for some time, long enough for Moira’s nipples to harden once more. She bit Moira’s lip as she pulled away.
“Now. Let’s get going.”
“Kaye, we can’t do this. What about… our backpacks?”
“I’ll lock them in the locker there. We’re paid for tomorrow, we can get them in the morning.”
“What about the trams? They’re not running this late.”
“We’re walking home.”
And in a small voice, Moira said “What about… my clothes?!”
Kaye reached out to Moira’s breast, rubbed the nipple with her thumb. Moira shivered and her head tilted back. Then Kaye went to the corner of the room and came back with her black hoodie. She kissed Moira again, deeper that time, pulling the hoodie around Moira’s naked body. Moira could feel the rough fabric against her naked arms, her ass, the tops of her legs. It just barely covered her crotch. Kaye zipped it all the way to the top, gave Moira a final peck on the cheek, and stepped back.
“It’s legal, babe. Let’s go.”
***
Moira knew she couldn’t resist Kaye. There was simply nothing to be done. They were going to walk home like this – Kaye was fully clothed (well, braless, technically), and Moira would be naked and tied up, with only a black hoodie hiding this fact. No doubt her nude legs would attract some attention. Kaye had also graciously allowed her some black stiletto heels which made her legs even longer. She couldn’t walk fast in them, even if her arms weren’t tied behind her back, and Prague was lousy with cobblestone streets. This would be a slow journey.
The walk out of the hostel was easy enough. Kaye locked their backpacks into the locker at the foot of the bed and went out into the hallway, beckoning Moira to follow. She hesitated in the doorway, blinking in the light. So bright out here. Kaye crooked a finger at her. Come here, now. That was all there was to it. Swallowing nervous giggles, Moira followed her mistress down the hall.
They stepped outside into a cool, misty night. It had rained all week and finally some summer heat had found the city, turning the puddles into gentle, humid clouds. Limited visibility. Thank god for small comforts. Kaye walked out into the street (cobblestones, wouldn’t you know it), and Moira followed, planting each stilettoed step carefully with her long, naked legs.
Prague is an old city. Old and beautiful, very well preserved. The hostel they were staying in was at the oldest part of town, and the dorm was probably a forty-minute walk away, up on the bluf
f over the Charles Bridge. The two girls set out in the mist in the silent city, slowly strolling between aged European buildings.
It was an incredible thrill. The weather was blessedly mild, but each gust of wind terrified Moira, who could feel the air well up under the hoodie and inflate it a bit, chilling the parts of her body still moist with sweat and sex. The hoodie’s arms hung empty at her sides. She felt so naked. Having her bound hands rest upon her ass wasn’t helping.
Her eyes would not be still. Her gaze was darting constantly between the space before her, checking her every step, to the alleys and cross streets they passed, checking for passersby. No one was around. She tried to reassure herself that no one would be able to tell she was naked. It was no use. Anyone walking by would be able to see her long, bare legs and they would get curious.
Moira looked over at Kaye. The girl was smiling. Smirking more like. Just staring forward like this was the most normal thing in the world. I’m going to murder you when we get there, she thought to herself. I’m going to make you come until your head explodes and you die.
No words passed between them for some time, until finally Kaye said “Damn. Forgot my cigarettes.”
Moira jumped and stumbled a little, surprised by the sudden noise. She turned towards Kaye. A pause.
“Where’s that late night place? Over there?”
She pointed down a cross-street. There were more street lamps that way. More light.
“No. Kaye. Let’s just get home. Please.”
Kaye took three steps and stood before Moira, staring straight into her eyes.
“We’re getting some cigarettes. You understand?”
“Kaye, please-“
Kaye reach over and grabbed both sides of the hoodie, hoisting it up over Moira’s waist. Moira yelped as she felt a sudden gust of cool air around her crotch and ass. They were under a streetlight too. Anyone peeking out a nearby window just got a lovely view.
“Kaaayyyye!” she said, bouncing helplessly from one knee to the other.
Kaye spun her around and slapped her ass. It was not particularly hard, but still, the sound made a faint echo off the surrounding buildings. Moira flushed a deep red and panic filled her. Again, Kaye spanked her, right there, in public, where anyone could see. “Oh, no” Moira murmured as Kaye did it a third time. Moira pulled away from Kaye, taking a few awkward steps into the street. She wriggled the hoodie back down to cover herself. Her ass tingled. She turned back, wide-eyed, to look at Kaye.
