Naked in the Woods Ch. 02

Chapter Two - First Date

My phone buzzed under the duvet, against my bare hip. It was midnight. But I'd never even gone to sleep.

After my bath I'd slipped into my bed and lain here listening to my housemates going to bed one by one. They had work the next day. Luckily my boss had been very relaxed about me taking the day off. I didn't imagine I'd be getting much sleep tonight.

I cancelled the alarm quickly and then lay still for a few moments longer, checking that there was still no movement in the house.

In the last couple of hours lying here, I'd got myself quite worked up thinking about seeing George. And him seeing me.

Seeing me completely naked again.

But despite how wet I'd got as I fantasised about what might happen, I hadn't even touched myself.

George had given me strict instructions not to.

I had however touched every other part of my body - telling myself that I was checking that I was perfectly smooth and hairless for George, including tracing my fingers down over my pubis and between my legs, either side of where I longed for stimulation. Where I throbbed.

Ignoring the sexual aching in my loins, I now pulled back the duvet, exposing my body to the comparatively cool air of the room.

My windows were wide open, and the owl I'd been listening to for the last hour hooted for me once again, urging me to come outside into the glorious darkness.

Phone in hand, I got up and padded across the carpet to the door and turned the handle as silently as I could, peeking out at the landing. All was quiet.

Muscle memory told me to take the dressing gown from the hook on the door.

But there was to be no dressing gown for me.

Taking the first step of my nighttime adventure, I slipped out of the door, closing it behind me, fresh from my bed, not wearing a single stitch of clothing.

I crept along the landing and down the stairs, taking care to place my feet at the edges of each tread where they creaked less. I was conscious that if one of my housemates emerged from their room now to use the bathroom, they would see me instantly. Caroline! What are you doing? I imagined Jonie barking.

It felt exciting standing in the hallway, completely naked. But what I was about to do was even more so.

As I hesitated for a second looking at the front door, my heart was clamouring in my chest.

And then I turned the little handle of the lock, and opened it.

The night air swirled in, raising goosebumps on my body, hardening my nipples, and I peered out into the darkness.

There was only one streetlamp for our little row of terrace houses, and it was a hundred yards down the road.

There was only a half moon, and quite a lot of cloud, so at least I wouldn't be illuminated too much as I ventured out into plain view of my neighbours.

I could have gone out the back door and straight into the field, but George had been very specific.

I stepped over the threshold, and standing on the bristles of the door mat in my bare feet, I carefully pulled the door closed. The latch clicked shut.

Normally we kept a key stashed in a gap in the wall in case any of us got locked out, but I had removed it.

It wouldn't be missed by anyone except me.

I remembered using it last weekend, on that exhilarating night of my first naked adventure. The night that George had found me in the woods.

Oh my heart trembled at the thought of being with him tonight. After admiring him for years, these last few days had been just wonderful.

I hadn't seen him since that moment his eyes had travelled up and down my nude body. But I'd thought about him every moment since.

We'd been exchanging messages every day. So many messages.

I started every day by picking up my phone. And the last thing I did before settling down was to wish him goodnight.

And in the hours in between we chatted endlessly, talking about our days, and our lives, and our hopes and dreams for the future, and the things we liked and didn't like, and jokes, and flirting, and photos of what we were doing. And I had never felt happier or more alive.

I hadn't told my housemates, or indeed anyone. The way we met was our little secret. A delicious secret.

Needless to say, George had asked me more about my sexual fantasies, and I'd found myself telling him things I'd never told anyone.

Of course, he'd witnessed for himself some of the things that excited me. Embarrassing as it was that he'd covertly watched me as I made myself come, crying out his name, he'd never made me feel remotely ashamed of it.

It turned me on so much watching you he'd said.

And last night - Wednesday night - we'd had our first truly sexual encounter, by text message.

As I thought about it now, standing on the mat outside my front door, the breeze felt thrillingly cold as it caressed the wetness between my legs.

Oh how I longed for George to touch me there, like he'd described in his messages.

Our 'sexting' had concluded with him coming, and I'd imagined in vivid detail his strong hand around his huge cock as he pumped his load. I'd told him how I wished so much that it had been my hand doing that for him. How I wished that he was coming into my mouth.

I had never written such a thing to anyone before, but I wanted him to know that I meant it. I longed to have his cock filling my mouth. Fucking my throat. Those were the words I'd used!

Have you come yet? he'd asked.

Not yet im close so close I'd replied clumsily with my left hand as I fucked myself, whimpering as my orgasm threatened to overtake me at any moment.

Then stop he'd said.

Reading those stark words had been like a jolt of electricity. My stomach flipped.

With a wrench of willpower, I took my hand away.

I've stopped I typed back with a shaky hand.

Good girl. Save yourself for seeing me tomorrow night he'd said.

Standing here now in my front garden, with my housemates Jonie and Maddie and Beth asleep upstairs, my neighbours asleep behind their darkened windows, I felt that jolt inside me again. That acute pang of arousal that he would deny me my orgasm.

And that I would obey.

I made my way down the path to the little squeaky metal gate, and opened it, wincing at how loud it was, my eyes fixed on Maddie's and Beth's windows.

And then I was on the pavement with the cold tarmac under my feet, looking up and down the road to make sure no one was about, wondering what I'd do if a car came.

I was completely locked out of the house now. Again, George had been very specific. I'd told him about the stashed key, and he'd told me to give it to him: At his instruction, I'd dropped it through his letterbox on my way to work, lingering on the doorstep, admiring the little house he'd shared briefly with Amy before they split up, feeling a pang of jealousy.

It's done I'd messaged him as I walked away. He was busy at work, doing some tree felling up at Swanstone. But his message had come back instantly.

Thank you. I'll see you at Geldard's Cross tonight he'd replied. I'll give you the key back then

And then a follow up message:

If you're a good girl

I felt a tingle through my body remembering that message as I now hurried along in the midnight air, gingerly avoiding sharp stones.

I found that I really wanted to be his good girl. Or maybe... maybe I wanted to be a naughty girl.

He knew that not having a key to get back into the house would make it feel scarier for me - more exciting. And he was right. I was overwhelmingly aware that there was no way out of this situation other than to walk all the way up to meet him.

Last time, I'd had clothes hidden, and the key was waiting for me when I got back home. But this time I had neither. I was literally locked out, completely naked and defenceless, scampering nervously up the road.

The pavement petered out, giving way to some scrubby grass and the gate into the field. I knew that this was an even louder gate - it screeched as you opened it, and so instead I climbed up and over it, my toes finding purchase on the metal bars.

Lifting my leg over it caused my pussy to be open to the night air briefly until I jumped down onto the hard dry mud on the other side. I looked around to check that no one was there to see.

And then I set off across the field towards the wood, choosing where I placed my feet carefully on account of thistles, walking on tiptoe.

All the while I was listening for any sign of whether the young guys two doors down were still up. They often sat out the back drinking and talking. Sometimes with music on, but not always.

I'd walked across this open field naked on Saturday night, and the young men hadn't been there. But now, as I progressed a little further, I saw a movement.

My heart skipped a beat.

Yes, there was someone there. He was standing at the back gate with a cigarette in his hand looking out across the field towards the wood.

If he turned his head to the right he would see me. But what should I do? If I darted back, he might notice the movement.

Covering my body with my hands as best I could, I slowly edged backwards, my gaze never leaving him.

I was folding myself inwards to hide my modesty.

I watched the glowing tip of the cigarette and then the puff of smoke as he exhaled.

And then, dear god, he turned his head slowly towards me.

I froze, my heart pounding. For a few seconds I was held in a state of panic, imagining what was going through his head as he registered the fact that there was a completely naked girl there in the field only a couple of hundred yards away.

However, somehow he hadn't seen me. His demeanor didn't change at all. He casually drew on his cigarette once more and then turned away.

Another draw. Another exhalation. And then he was stubbing it out against the fence.

As he turned to walk back inside, I realised that I hadn't been breathing, and I sucked in a long shuddering breath.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself. "That was close."

I looked around me in all directions. The coast was clear, so I now scurried as fast as I could towards the safety of the trees, holding my breasts as I ran, keeping a watchful eye on the boys' house.

The feelings of arousal were growing inside me even as I ran. The idea that he might have come back out and seen my retreating form - wide eyed at the sight of my sexy bottom - felt dangerously thrilling.

As soon as I was behind the broad oak tree at the entrance to the woods, catching my breath, I peered back at the house.

Nothing. He wasn't there. Not a soul had actually seen me.

But I felt so alive!

This was probably the most naked and vulnerable I'd ever felt. I had no key, and no clothes.

I was standing barefooted on the cold soil beneath me, the dark woods behind me, the damp air rising up from the river and touching every part of my smooth skin.

The one thing I did have was my phone - and I wished I didn't have that either so that my feeling of helplessness would be complete. But George had told me I had to bring it.

And in fact at that moment, it buzzed in my hand.

Where are you now?

I tapped out a quick reply:

I've just got into the woods

His reply made my stomach flip:

Are you feeling aroused?

I stared at his words with a glow of excitement inside me. The bright little screen illuminated my stomach and my breasts, and I lowered the phone so that it would illuminate my pubis too. I was hugely turned on by my perfectly waxed pussy. Up until last weekend, I had never in my life gone completely hairless, but I knew already that I was hooked. It looked and felt unbelievably sexy.

I slipped my hand between my legs and let out a little groan at how good it felt.

Yes I messaged back.

And then I added:

I'm wet for you

His simple reply stirred deep desire inside me.

Good

I smiled to myself, my breathing tremulous with a joyous anticipation of what might happen when I reached his tent.

I set off along the path - unable to see as well as before due to the brightness of the screen I'd been staring at.

But just as my eyes began to adjust, my phone buzzed again.

Be quick. I'm waiting.

~~~

At first I missed the turn off for Geldard's Cross, mistakenly continuing along the woodland path for a few minutes before I realised.

There had been more moonlight a few days ago.

So as I turned and headed back, I picked up my pace even more.

I couldn't tell if my heightened state was excitement at being with him, or nerves at not making him wait too long.

Either way, I liked it. I liked that he expected me to hurry along, impatient to enjoy my naked body.

Or at least that's what I hoped awaited me. We hadn't actually talked about what would happen.

I had fantasised constantly for days about what might happen on our next encounter, possibly getting very ahead of myself.

I couldn't quite believe that I'd told him I wanted him to 'fuck my throat' - what kind of girl messaged that to a boy before their first date??

This wasn't even a date. I didn't even really know him at all.

But it was what I wanted.

I'd even practised, using my dildo, sliding it trepidatiously into my mouth, feeling ever more aroused as it filled me.

Trying to find the right angle, and teaching myself to relax so as to avoid my gag reflex.

I had got quite good at it after only a couple of days' practice. I could take the whole six inches.

I had, of course, sucked other cocks. But never taken a whole one - never let them fuck me in the mouth.

Why did I want it so badly from George? What was it that made me long for him to dominate me so fully?

But I felt that all the signals I got from him told me it was a possibility.

He never said explicitly that he wanted to do any such thing to me, but his manner somehow suggested that he wanted to sexually dominate me. He had an air of calm authority over me that made me melt.

I found the place I needed to turn off the path, and made my way through the encroaching nettles and weeds as quickly but as carefully as I could.

My ankles picked up some grazes from the brambles' thorns, and my toes scrunched down on a thistle, but I hardly cared.

"I am completely and utterly naked," I told myself in a whisper, savouring the words.

But then, to my surprise, an answer came back.

A snort from up ahead. I stopped stock still and then smiled as I saw my friend the horse waiting for me by the stile. And not just him, but the two others as well, all standing there expectantly.

I approached slowly, my heart beating faster as I tried to work out how I could get past them - they were completely blocking my way.

"Shoo!" I told them. But of course they completely ignored me.

I stood there uncertainly, biting my lip, my arms crossed over my chest because I'd been out here naked long enough that a tiny bit of chill was beginning to set in.

I looked right and left to see if the stone wall was traversable anywhere else, but even if it had been, the thick brambles ruled that out completely. There was nothing for it.

Steeling myself, I stepped up onto the wooden stile and swung my leg over.

Almost immediately I was nuzzled by two of the horses - one snuffling my thigh, the other my lower back. I let out a squeal - I didn't like this at all. I had a fear that they might bite me, although I don't know why I thought that.

I was nearly knocked off balance by the insistent nosing on my back, which now shifted to my bottom. I bucked my hips forward to try to evade it, but the third horse now nudged its fuzzy upper lip against my tummy. I felt its whiskers on my pubis.

Shrieking, I jumped down and dashed between their hard bodies, their glossy fur against my bare skin. I was worried that a restless hoof would land on my bare foot as I squeezed past them, the tail of one lashing my breasts as I made my escape.

I ran through the mud, which was shallower than it had been on Saturday night, but still wet enough to make a squelching sucking sound as I ploughed through it as quickly as I could, feeling panicked that the horses might chase me.

But as I reached the firmer ground and looked back, I saw that they were just milling around, one of them watching me with mild interest, but not following me.

Calming myself a bit, I slowed to a normal walking pace as I ascended the hill, feeling slightly foolish now for my over-reaction. I brushed my hands over my breasts to get rid of the sensation of the coarse horse-hair which still lingered, and I was struck by how hard my nipples were.

As I walked, I couldn't resist toying with them, and the more I did, and the more I imagined George doing it to me - the more aroused I became.

My encounter with the horses, nerve-racking as it was, now felt exhilarating. It emphasised how naked and vulnerable I was.

I'd had quite an adventurous walk so far, and I was looking forward to telling George about it. But hopefully things would be more straightforward now. All I had to do was walk up to Geldard's Cross.

I was now in full view of the farmhouse, but a quick glance told me that no-one was awake, so I paid it no heed.

But then, on a whim, I stopped and turned to face it. I allowed myself a minute to look at the dark windows of the top floor where the bedrooms must be, and to imagine the occupants. The farmer and his wife perhaps, slumbering peacefully, oblivious to my presence.

I ran my hands down my sides, and back up the fronts of my thighs, brushing my pubis and my stomach, and then fondling my breasts.

The breeze across the hillside was stronger here, and my nipples were rock hard as I ran the palms of my hands over them.

"Ohhhh," I moaned to myself, as I realised just how horny I was.

I slid my hands back down my stomach to my crotch, parting my thighs as I extended my fingers down between my legs.

It was possible that the farmer was looking through a crack in the curtain. I liked to imagine that maybe he was. The thought was scary but exciting, and I circled my clitoris with one finger while the others moved to my wetness.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh?" I sighed plaintively. "Oh god...."

I needed George. I had to be with him.

Abandoning my masturbation, I quickly turned to head on up the hill - to hurry to find him.

But then I screamed as I collided with a man who was standing right behind me.

In terror, I looked up at his face, and for a split second I couldn't make out his features. Strong hands took hold of my forearms.

"Caroline," George said, half laughing. "It's me."

"Oh! Oh shit, I'm sorry," I exclaimed, my fear fading instantly, to be replaced with relief. "I had no idea you were there!"

"Clearly," he said, chuckling at how flustered I was. "I was wondering why you were taking so long, so I thought I'd walk down to meet you."

"Thank you," I replied, looking up into his handsome face in wonder. "I'm sorry I took too long."

"You should be," he said. "Especially as you seem to have been spending your time just standing here touching yourself."

He looked down at my completely naked body, still holding my arms, and I saw lust in his eyes. Oh I felt so deliciously vulnerable.

Then he looked up - past me at the farmhouse, and then finally back at my anxious gaze.

"You really do like being naked don't you," he remarked. "Were you hoping someone would see you?"

"No," I blurted. "No. Well... maybe sort of," I admitted, my voice getting quieter.

"Well they might, after you screaming like that," he said. "Come on."

He released one of my arms, but kept his grip on the other as he led me up the hill, walking purposefully. I had to scamper along behind him to keep up.

"Once we're over the brow of the hill," he said calmly over his shoulder, "I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you."

I felt my blood run cold.

"Spank me?"

But he didn't reply. He just kept looking ahead as he pulled me along.

I hurried to get level with him, my heart pounding - but not from the physical exertion.

"Why will you spank me?" I asked, my pussy wettening even more.

As he turned his head to look at me, I saw a dark glint in his kind eyes. A smile on the corner of his mouth.

At first he didn't answer. Instead, he gently took my phone from my hand and slid it into his pocket. I found this strangely arousing - perhaps because that phone felt like the only thing I had to protect me.

"I'm surprised you have to ask," he said. "Do you think it's okay to keep me waiting while you touch yourself?"

"No," I admitted in a small voice. But I liked being spoken to like this.

He looked ahead again, leading me on up the hill. I glanced back over my shoulder, but there was still no sign of life from the farmhouse.

To our right the valley fell away. The main road had no cars on it, but I knew that one could come along at any moment. A driver might look up and misread the situation. There was no way an onlooker could know just how aroused I was in that moment. How much I longed to be over George's knee.

I didn't have to wait long.

As we reached the summit of the hill, Geldard's Cross visible now on the next peak, there was a small outcrop of rocks and George led me directly to it.

We were out of sight of the farmhouse now. And out of sight of the road. Just fields and trees as far as the horizon.

Sheltered from the breeze, the sounds of my breathing seemed louder.

He sat on the edge of a large rock and simply pulled me over his lap.

He didn't hurt me. I wouldn't have said he was rough. He simply put me where he wanted me with an effortless strength that thrilled me.

With a little squeal I found myself bent over, my hips resting on his firm denim-clad thigh. I'd put my hands out onto the surface of the rock. My fingers were warmed by my rapid breathing as I lay there wide eyed, in a state of shock.

No one had ever manhandled me like this before. And I'd never been aroused like this before.

He was fully clothed in jeans and a hoodie, not to mention his hiking boots.

And here I was, with no clothes at all, about to receive a spanking on my bare bottom.

As I slowly wriggled there on his lap, my wet labia glided against each other in a way that felt delicious.

"Lift your bottom up," he instructed now, and I obediently arched my back so that it was raised up as high as I could get it. Offering it to him.

"Even aside from keeping me waiting," he said, "Naughty girls who run around naked in the woods, touching themselves, deserve to be spanked. Don't you think?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He was completely calm. There was a hint of amusement in his voice even. But also a firmness.

I loved being called a naughty girl. I loved that I was over his lap, even though it was the last thing I'd expected.

My bottom tingled in anticipation.

"Have you ever been spanked before?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

"I'm surprised," he remarked, "Given how naughty you are. And... given what a spankable bottom you have," he added.

And then, with his left arm across my back, gently holding my waist, he began.

The first slap made me squeak. It was low down on my left cheek and it made a lovely smacking sound, followed by a sharp stinging sensation. I knew in that moment that I really wanted this.

But there was no time to savour it. The next one came straight away on the other side, and I let out a little groan of pleasure.

I could tell that he was just using his fingers. Perhaps this was just the warm up, I thought - which filled me with an exquisitely arousing dread.

He kept spanking me relentlessly, hard enough that I found myself letting out little whimpering sounds. He was alternating sides, slapping in the same place - just where my buttocks met the backs of my thighs.

Of course, this was also close to my pussy, and I wondered how much of it he could see.

Could he see how wet I was?

Pretty soon the stinging sensation which had been so lovely to start with was building in intensity, and I found myself hoping that he would spank another part of my bottom. But he didn't.

He paid no attention at all to the rising urgency of my cries, and when the stinging pain became intolerable, I couldn't help but try to protect myself with my hand.

I looked at him desperately over my shoulder.

He chuckled. "Yeah I bet that's really stinging now. But naughty girls don't get to decide when their punishment is over."

He took hold of my wrist and pinned it to the middle of my back, holding it there as he simply continued to spank me as before.

I began to truly experience what it felt like to be helpless.

I was writhing and begging pitifully, unable to take any more smacks on that part of my bottom - and yet, having no choice.

And then, at last, he began to spank me differently. Now it was his whole hand he used, covering my whole bottom. And it was harder.

I could feel the physical jolt of each smack right up inside my pussy.

"Keep your bottom raised," he said, and I renewed my efforts to offer myself up to him for punishment.

"Oh god....." I groaned.

I was being properly spanked like the naughty girl I was.

My poor breasts were against the rock - a very unforgiving surface for a girl's sensitive nipples, especially when they were so erect.

The physical power he had over me was undeniable. But it was nothing compared to the psychological power - I was his. He had simply taken ownership of me, and I had acquiesced.

I suppose it had happened days ago - the moment that he found me naked there in the woods. We had both known then.

On and on he spanked me, and when at last he stopped, I lay there slowly squirming on his lap, breathing hard, savouring the unbelievable stinging that burned in my bum.

I was beyond aroused. I was in a state I'd never known before. A kind of submissive euphoria.

A quiet incoherent moan was escaping my lips, borne of my unfulfilled desire.

He didn't touch me at all. No soothing caress or little pats.

But he still held my arm behind my back.

I strained my head round to look at him, and saw that he was watching my writhing hips with pleasure. And so I slowly wriggled them a little more for his enjoyment.

I longed for him to touch me. I so badly needed his fingers between my legs.

But then he said:

"You can get up now."

And he released my arm.

I stayed there for a moment, catching my breath, reluctant to leave this humiliating position that turned me on so profoundly.

And then he ran his hand softly up the back of my thigh and over my tender bottom, and up my back, until just his fingertips lingered on my shoulder.

He caressed the nape of my neck and I let out a sigh of pleasure, my whole body suddenly goosebumpy from his touch.

"Up you get," he repeated, in a kinder voice.

I used my aching arms to lift myself up off him, getting to my feet and standing in front of him feeling even more naked than ever before. But I didn't cover myself.

I stood there submissively, my knees together, biting my lip as I waited to see what he might do with me next.

His eyes twinkled as his gaze flicked to different parts of me, and my body tingled.

My loins ached for him. My pussy was literally throbbing. I was his to use however he wanted.

"Turn round," he said, looking into my eyes, tilting his head and smiling.

I did as I was told, shuffling on the spot, standing on a little sharp stone that made me flinch, but continuing to obey him until he said: "Stop."

I was facing away from him now, and I looked at him shyly over my shoulder.

"I didn't think," he said, looking at where he'd spanked me, "That your arse could be any sexier. But I was wrong."

My stomach flipped.

"You think it's sexier now it's been spanked?" I smiled.

We made eye contact and he grinned broadly. "Definitely."

He stood up and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, gathering me into an embrace, his arms around my tummy, my stinging bottom pressed against his jeans.

Withdrawing his arms a little, he caressed my stomach with both hands, nearly touching my pubis, and he began to kiss my neck.

Oh it was beautiful. I moaned softly, my lips parted, moving my body against his touch, loving the feeling of his clothes against my bare skin.

He let me turn in his arms so that we could kiss, and as our lips touched I felt a rush of desire unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

His lips were exquisite. He kissed me tenderly and sexually, soft and slow, his strong hands on my lower back, holding me against him.

I realised that I could feel his erection, and groaning I slid my hand down his stomach to his waistband, and then lower until I was rubbing him through his jeans.

Oh he felt big.

We kissed and kissed as I groped him, and one of his hands moved down to my sore bottom, gripping me there.

Then after a while, he slid his hand down to the back of my knee and lifted my leg up. The inside of my thigh slid up the outside of his until he was holding my knee at his hip.

His other hand moved slowly back to my bottom, his fingertips delving between my buttocks - then lower, until they were nearly touching my pussy, which was fully available to him, my inner labia open for him, my most sensitive place exposed to the night air.

It was there that he now pressed his thigh, the rough denim pushing against my bare defenceless pussy, and I began to grind myself against it.

Our tongues moved together, and I stroked his jaw and ran my fingers through his hair, and thought about how many times I'd dreamed of kissing him. Years of longing for George, and now I had him! Or rather, given that I'd walked here completely naked to be with him, and that he had thrown me over his knee and spanked me thoroughly, he had me.

As I humped his leg, I continued to rub his cock, wondering if I could manage to slide my hand inside his jeans to feel it bare against my hand. I was impatient for it, eager to have it. I needed it between my legs. I needed it sliding up into me, filling me up until I gasped.

But he gently guided my hand away.

"Let's go to my tent," he said, and to my great disappointment he gently lowered my leg back down, and guided me to walk alongside him in the direction of the Saxon monument where he was camping.

I was pouting, and even whining quietly at first, because I really thought that he was about to touch me, perhaps even fuck me, and my poor little pussy was engorged and aching for him.

Looking down, I noted that I had left a little wet patch on his jeans.

However, it was lovely walking with our arms round each other, like boyfriend and girlfriend.

I enjoyed being pressed against his clothed body, and the contrast with my own soft naked body.

He could walk comfortably in his boots, while I had to watch my step to make sure I didn't tread on anything painful. It made me feel truly naked to not even be allowed shoes.

But of course that had been my decision. In fact, come to think of it, had George ever explicitly said that I wasn't allowed to wear any clothes? I wasn't sure.

Had I simply opted to do this to myself? To walk all this way up here stark naked to meet him, effectively offering my body to him?

The thought made me blush.

~~~

When we reached Geldard's Cross, I saw his army-green tent right away, with the glowing embers of a fire nearby, right where I'd found it a few days ago.

My excitement about what might happen was so powerful that I was barely aware of the fact that I was really quite chilly now. But George seemed to know. He pulled off his hoodie and handed it to me.

"Put this on," he told me, as I let my eyes travel over his torso which was beautifully defined under his tight black T-shirt.

I pulled it on, at once grateful for its warmth, although also disappointed to no longer be nude.

With only my legs bare, I went to him and kissed his mouth softly. "Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," he smiled. "We can't have you catching your death of cold can we. Do you want tea?"

~~~

We spent a long time talking by the fire, sitting super close to each other on a ledge of rock, sipping tea from tin mugs, our bodies touching all the way from our shoulders to our feet - although of course his were clad in walking boots, and mine were bare.

I found him so easy to chat to, and as we giggled and told each other stories about our families and friends, my horniness subsided a little.

But all it took was for him to casually lay his hand on my bare thigh, and I was instantly in his thrall once again.

He was engrossed in telling me a funny story about one of his recent jobs, idly caressing my leg, but I was hyper-aware of the movement of his hand - his fingertips on my inner thigh.

I very slowly parted my legs a little - trying not to make it obvious, but desperate to give him more access if he wanted it.

My bottom was still stinging powerfully, and I was still reeling from the stark reality that this man had literally spanked me!!

I had an idea that perhaps in the past - the 1950s maybe? - husbands spanked their wives when they deserved it. It probably wasn't true, but I loved to imagine that it was. I'd decided long ago that when I got married, I would be that kind of housewife, wearing little dresses, and babydoll nighties, and capitulating to my strong husband's authority.

It was pure fantasy of course. No real relationship could work like that - and yet... I found it impossible to not long for that fantasy.

George was the very first boy who had done anything like this to me. And I was putty in his hands.

I suddenly realised he was asking me a question.

"You said you'd taken the day off tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I have," I smiled. "I'm all yours."

He said nothing to that comment, but I saw a twinkle in his eye.

"Well good, because I'd like to spend all day with you tomorrow. And the evening too. Will that be okay?"

My heart leapt. In fact it turned somersaults.

"Yes. More than okay."

I leaned my head on his shoulder and nuzzled him. And trying to do so casually, I parted my legs considerably more.

He moved his hand further up my thigh.

"Don't you want to know what I have planned?" he asked.

I smiled up at him. "Yes please," I said softly.

"We can sleep in late," he said, caressing my thigh distractingly as he spoke. "And then we can pack up and head down into the Heldon valley. I hardly ever see anyone down there, and there's a little lake we can swim in. Do you like wild swimming?"

"I've never done it," I admitted. "But I'd like to do it with you."

"It'll be cold," he warned me, chuckling. "But it's wonderful. I think you'll love it. Especially naked."

I grinned broadly. Oh it sounded so exciting - being naked outdoors in the daytime!

I told him this.

"That's right - it's the next step in you exploring your desire to be naked," he said, and as he stroked my thigh, his fingers strayed incredibly close to my pussy. He must have been aware, but he showed no sign of it.

"You're helping me explore my desire to be naked?" I echoed.

"Yes. You'll be naked all day."

I sat up and looked at him. My stomach lurched with nervousness, and excitement.

"All day? But I'll have to wear one of your T-shirts or something, at least until we get down into that valley?"

He laughed. "That's not how this works Caroline," he said. "No clothes for you."

"But... there's lots of dog walkers up here," I protested.

"Well you should have thought of that before you agreed to come and meet me here," he said, with a wink. "Now - since I've obviously given you the wrong idea by letting you wear my hoodie, I think you'd better take it off."

I looked at him dumbfounded.

We'd never talked about it, but I'd assumed that I'd either go back home before morning, or that he'd lend me something. In fact I'd really liked the thought of wearing just his T-shirt. I look really good in just a T-shirt.

"Come on," he insisted. "Take it off. No more clothes for you from now on."

My pulse was racing now, and I was powerfully turned on. Being told to strip was pure fantasy for me. And yet, the thought of being naked up here tomorrow morning with the walkers going past was terrifying. I couldn't possibly do that - I'd be arrested or something. Someone would recognise me.

My mind was racing. I'd have to stay hidden in the tent. But what would happen when we packed up the tent and set off walking down to the Heldon valley - wherever that was?

He was looking at me expectantly, his eyebrows raised in warning.

"Don't think I won't spank you again," he said calmly.

"Oh god," I breathed quietly.

Slowly I took hold of the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it up gradually, closing my legs instinctively.

I lifted myself briefly to slide it out from under me, resting my bottom back down on the cold rock.

Then, crossing my arms, I pulled the hoodie up and off.

Except that just before I tugged it off completely - my arms above my head, my wrists crossed, my face still covered - he took hold of both my wrists with one strong hand and held them there.

I gasped. I could see nothing, but with my arms held above my head, my body felt so exposed to him.

With the warmth of the hoodie gone, my body was exposed to the night air, the breeze swirling around me, stiffening my nipples.

I held still - I didn't struggle at all. I was even holding my breath.

And then I jumped at the gentle touch of his fingertips between my breasts.

He traced a line down the middle of my stomach to my pubis.

With his fingers lingering there, his voice was suddenly close to my ear, speaking to me through the thick material of the hoodie.

"Spread your legs," he said.

I let out a shuddering breath. "Ohhhhhhhh".

I obeyed, opening my thighs wide. Perhaps it was not being able to see, but I was electrically alive to his touch.

To my indescribable disappointment, his fingers left my pubis, instead tracing a line back up my body, up the side of my stomach, and briefly over my breast, skirting my nipple.

He now pulled the hoodie up a little more, his fingers brushing over my chin and my lips as he lifted it enough to expose my mouth, but not my eyes.

He rubbed his fingers firmly along my bottom lip, pulling it a little to the side, as I breathed ever harder with my mounting desire.

And then he pushed his two fingers into my mouth, slowly sliding over my tongue, ever deeper.

I closed my lips around his fingers hungrily, sucking on them, as he pushed them right to the back of my mouth.

I thought: He's remembering me telling him I wanted him to fuck my throat.

Having his fingers there made me long for that all the more.

But then he was withdrawing them, bending my bottom lip down as he pulled them fully out, leaving my mouth open and desperate for him.

Oh please slide your cock into my mouth, I thought, as I French-kissed the air, unable to see what he was doing.

The only thing I knew for certain was his hand steadily holding my arms above my head, incapacitating me, keeping me blind and vulnerable.

I flinched in surprise as his fingers now touched my left nipple. He tested its hardness between his thumb and two fingers. He didn't pinch me hard, but he certainly wasn't gentle.

Then he took my whole breast in his hand - although not all of it fitted - and kneaded it softly. I heard him grunt with satisfaction, and my pussy throbbed for him powerfully, untouched by anything except the cold air.

His hand moved to my other breast, and he squeezed that too, a little harder, weighing it, his thumb dragging back and forth over my nipple.

He was in no hurry. He just took his time enjoying my body, while I softly moaned, helpless to resist his total control over me.

His open hand now travelled down my flat stomach. His thumb briefly exploring my belly button. His fingers following the valley between my hipbone and my pubis, until his fingertips were back where they had been before, lingering where there used to be pubic hair before I'd waxed it. My perfectly smooth skin could feel every detail of his touch.

When his fingers finally moved gently on down between my legs, I whimpered as he touched my most intimate place - the place I so desperately needed him.

I let out a little cry as his fingertip brushed over my hard clitoris, sending a fleeting jolt of intense pleasure through my pussy.

And then I emitted a plaintive wail of desire as his fingers met my wetness. Oh god it felt incredible. The pleasure was more intense than anything I could ever remember having before, and I thought for a moment that I might orgasm purely from his fingers' soft caress.

"Tell me," he said. "Tell me what you want."

I was almost beyond words. I was a mess as his fingertips slowly circled my opening, gliding in the slick juices that had gathered there for him.

"I want," I began, in a gasped whisper, struggling to think, let alone speak, as he did this heavenly, agonisingly teasing thing to me. "I want you to..."

Did I dare say it?

"I want you to take what you want," I told him. "Whatever you want."

He chuckled softly.

"I am yours," I breathed.

His voice was close to my ear again: "I know."

The movement of his fingers never faltered. He just kept circling the entrance to my pussy, slowly and sensually, at just the speed that drove me wild with desire, but never granted me what I needed.

"What does your body need?" he asked me.

I answered this question without hesitation. "Your fingers inside me. Your cock inside me."

He chuckled again. "Oh you are very impatient aren't you, you naughty girl. This is the very first night we've spent together."

I said nothing to this gentle chastisement, but I groaned with dismay.

He went on, speaking calmly in his beautiful soothing voice: "You're not allowed anything inside your pussy tonight."

"Ohhhhhhh?" I groaned, pleadingly. "Ohhhhh please George. Please..... I need it...."

"What about the other thing you wanted?" he replied, ignoring my supplication. "The thing you said you wanted in your messages last night?"

"Your cock," I panted, turning my head towards him, though I couldn't see him. "Your cock in my mouth."

"That's right," he said, and I could tell he was smiling. "My cock. In your throat I think it was. Is that right?"

"Yes," I breathed, my body trembling with a level of arousal I'd never known.

He was going to deny my pussy, but fuck my throat. Oh dear god.

"Would you like to ask me for it properly?" he said. "If that's what you want."

"Oh.... oh god. Please George. Please will you fuck my throat?" I begged.

The words were obscene. Humiliating. I couldn't believe I was asking him for it - and yet I truly longed for it.

What could be more right than him fucking me in the mouth?

"So you want me to stop pleasuring your pussy," he said, "And instead, slide my cock into your mouth?"

"Yes. Please...."

"Say it."

"Please stop pleasuring my pussy, and slide your cock into my mouth. Please fuck my mouth. Deep into my throat. Please..."

He chuckled again. "Well... Naughty girls don't just get what they want when they ask for it. You have to earn it."

I felt a stab of submissive arousal in my gut.

"Earn it??"

His fingers nudged just the tiniest amount into me as they continued to drive me insane with their little teasing motions.

"Yes. You need to earn the right to have my cock in your mouth Caroline."

It was an outrageous thing to say. What woman would tolerate such a statement? But its very audacity - the fact that he said it in the certain knowledge that I would do whatever he wanted - was profoundly erotic to me.

Because he was right. I would do literally anything.

"What do I need to do?" I asked, beside myself with my own sexual need, but instead asking what I had to do to be allowed to suck his cock.

"On Monday, on your way to work, you will stop by my house again."

His fingers were just inside my pussy now, one knuckle deep, slowly moving in and out, pushing me open over and over again.

"And you will post all of your underwear through my letterbox. All of it. Do you understand?"

"Oh god," I breathed. And then, louder, to him, I said: "Yes."

His thumb found my clitoris, brushing the side of it, sending tiny orgasmic jolts through me, making it harder to concentrate on his words.

"You are not allowed any underwear any more. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes.... Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh......"

The pleasure, scant as it was, was building and building, enhanced by the deliciously degrading dominance he was exerting over me.

"And to make you feel more vulnerable without your underwear, you will wear only short dresses. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Oh fuuuuck. Yes. Oh god. Oh George....."

"Good," he said. "Then in that case I will allow you what you asked for."

And he took his hand away from my pussy.

I cried out from the loss, my hips convulsing in the most humiliating way, as my pussy desperately sought the stimulation it craved.

A second later, he released my wrists, and tugged the hoodie off me in one swift motion, leaving me disorientated, and somehow even more bereft as the one piece of clothing I'd been allowed was taken fully away.

I put my hands down to steady myself, blinking in the firelight, turning and looking at him with what must have been wide eyed yearning, as I whimpered and mewed with unfulfilled desire.

My pussy was spasming in a way that was sending little pulses of pleasure through me, which only served to make things worse.

Oh I was in a sorry state - naked and aroused beyond any possibility of dignity or self control. And I could see from the dark glint in his eyes, and the smile at the corners of his mouth, that he was hugely enjoying seeing me like this.

And god I found it such a turn on that he was.

He stood up and caressed my head tenderly as I gazed at the obvious bulge inside his jeans.

He didn't ask me to, but I got onto my knees in the dirt, looking up at him meekly. I wanted to be submissive to him - to show him that I wanted him to dominate me.

He looked down at me inscrutably, his hands resting at his sides.

I moved my gaze to his stomach, lifting the bottom of his T-shirt up an inch so that I could get to his belt.

I was breathing hard as I unbuckled it, eager to get to his cock. I pulled the leather belt free of his jeans and discarded it on the rock, quickly undoing the button of his waistband, and then tugging his fly open, the metal buttons popping free one by one.

There were his snug black boxer shorts, and the clear outline of his erection.

I groaned with desire, and immediately began to kiss it through the fabric, starting at the base, and planting kisses along it towards the head, pulling his jeans open as I went.

I heard George's breathing change, and, without stopping, I looked up to see that his smile had been replaced with pure lust.

His stomach was flat and toned, and I explored it with my hands, sliding them up under his black T-shirt and groaning as I felt the shape of his abs.

His cock was throbbing inside his boxer shorts as I kissed his bell end, and I wasn't sure if the wet patch was from my mouth or his pre-come. But I longed for the two to meet as I slid my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slid them slowly down, gradually revealing his manly cock.

"Oh fuck," I breathed as more and more of it came into view, and it finally sprang out, thrillingly huge and the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

I was mesmerised by it. Even in my fantasies about George's cock, I'd never imagined something so beautiful or brutally large.

It was centimetres from my lips, and my mouth was watering for him.

The first thing I did was to tentatively extend my tongue and lick the underside of his bell end. I was rewarded with a grunt of pleasure, and his cock throbbed against my wet tongue as I continued to maintain contact with it, licking from his pronounced ridge to the very tip of him where his slick and salty pre-come had gathered.

I looked up at him as I lapped at his frenulum, trying to make it as pleasurable for him as I could, while making myself hold back from what I craved the most - his cock filling my mouth.

He looked down at me, breathing hard now, and I could tell that the sight of me naked at his feet, worshipping his cock, was hugely erotic for him.

Nearly as erotic as it was for me.

He bent down and kissed me sexually, his tongue in my mouth, mine in his. We were hungry for each other. But only he was going to be satisfied.

His hand rested gently on my throat as I stretched my neck up to meet his lips, my eyes closed, moaning with desire.

And then, he withdrew, leaving me kissing the air as he stood upright again, and as I opened my eyes I gasped at the proximity of his glistening bell end. He used his hand to position his cock where he wanted it, dragging its wet tip across my cheek to my open lips.

And then he pushed it inside.

My mouth was forced wider open as it slid into me, and I took it gratefully, powerfully aroused by the way he was using my mouth, and began to suck on him eagerly.

It was easily the biggest cock I'd ever had in my mouth, and I looked up at him plaintively as I wrapped my hand around the base of his beautiful shaft and began to wank him, moving my head up and down in time with each stroke.

His huge bell end felt so beautiful gliding back and forth on my tongue.

He was groaning with pleasure, his face a grimace of desire as he watched his cock sliding in and out of my pretty mouth.

I had been told before that I had good 'blowjob lips', which I loved. Nothing made me happier than giving a good blowjob, and I was in heaven giving one to George's incredible cock.

My pussy had never been wetter, and I couldn't resist fingering myself with my free hand, rubbing urgently at my clitoris.

But George wanted to deny me that pleasure. He reached down, making his cock push deeper into my mouth, and took hold of my forearm, pulling my hand away from my pussy.

I whined in protest, although it was muffled by his thick cock which was now deeper in my mouth than I'd ever had a cock before.

Then he took hold of my other forearm, pulling my hand away from wanking him, and pinned them both behind my back.

He looked round, and twisted to pick up his belt, his cock never leaving my mouth, and then leaned right over to wrap the thick leather round my wrists, pulling the loose end through and under, and pulling it tight with one decisive motion.

My heart was pounding as I stared up at him in wide eyed shock.

With my wrists tied behind my back, I could no longer pleasure myself. And I could no longer control how deep his cock was in my mouth.

He stood up straight, and put his hand gently but firmly on the back of my head, guiding my mouth further onto him.

I was nervous, but so insanely aroused by how he was using me, and I obediently began to bob my head forwards and backwards on him, as his massive cock pushed my mouth even wider open.

His mouth was open too, grunting and panting as his desire grew and grew, and he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth.

Is there anything more degrading than being fucked in the mouth?

I was so turned on I didn't know what to do with myself, and he had removed my only outlet.

All I could do was take his cock. Give him as much pleasure as I could.

I made my mouth as wet and soft as I could as he fucked me, licking the underside of him as it slid back and forth, his bell end pushing deeper and deeper.

From the noises he was making, I didn't think it would be long until he came, and I longed to feel him explode in my throat.

"Can you take it deeper?" he asked me gruffly as he continued to thrust into me, holding the back of my head more firmly.

I nodded eagerly, trying to control my breathing, whimpering with desire.

And that was when I got my wish. George pushed his cock right to the back of my throat.

All my practising with my dildo hadn't prepared me for the size of him, but he was gentle with me, and I found I was able to keep myself under control, focusing on breathing through my nose, and keeping as relaxed as I could to suppress my gag reflex.

As his bell end made contact with my soft palate, over and over, it actually gave me a kind of sexual pleasure.

And as he slowly but steadily fucked my throat, I found myself moaning euphorically.

George began to gradually speed up, but I could tell he was trying his best to control how deep he fucked me, watching my face carefully.

Faster and faster he thrust into me, and as I struggled against the belt that tied me, kneeling there naked on the ground taking his massive cock, I was in a state of complete abandonment - a transcendent ecstasy of submissiveness.

And when he climaxed, I almost climaxed with him.

Almost.

I nearly choked on his thick come as it surged into my throat.

But I swallowed it hungrily, trying not to lose any in the slick mess of saliva and semen that his cock was sliding through, and which threatened to dribble out over my bottom lip.

I didn't quite manage it.

He came so much that I couldn't swallow it fast enough, and it dripped down out of my mouth, onto my breasts and thighs.

And all the while he was still fucking my mouth as he came, groaning loudly in the night air.

With his hand holding the back of my head, and without the use of my own hands, the lack of control as he rammed his obscenely large cock into me was right on the edge of what I could cope with.

And there are no words for how insanely arousing I found it. I was lost in what they call 'subspace'.

So as, gradually, his orgasm subsided and he began to slow, I felt disappointment that it was over.

He had been looking up at the starry sky as he climaxed, but now he looked down at my lust filled gaze as I sucked him clean.

A dribble of his thick ejaculate was making its way down to my erect nipple, and he must have noticed it too because he now reached down and rubbed it around my areola, toying idly with my nipple, his chest rising and falling, looking deep into my eyes.

He slid his cock a little further out of my mouth, but not completely, allowing me to properly lick him clean - a task I did with great love and attention.

As he slowly withdrew from me, I continued to lap at him, my lips encircling his bell end, licking and suckling on him over and over, almost cross eyed as I gazed at his beautiful cock.

He gently pinched my nipple, caressing my breast with his other fingers, and as he stooped to bring his lips to mine, I planted one final wet kiss on his tip before we kissed.

My lips were a little sore, but they must have been hot and soft and delicious for him to kiss. Perhaps he even liked the taste of his own come, because we kissed long and slow - the most sensual kiss I'd ever had.

My pussy was throbbing hard, spasming almost, and I parted my thighs a little, desperately hoping that he might touch me there.

But he didn't.

The hand that had been caressing my breast now moved up my shoulder, tracing a line from there to my still upturned neck, and then my chin, and then my lips.

He ran his fingertips around the corner of my mouth even as he kissed me, like he was obsessed with my mouth.

I want him to be obsessed with my mouth, I thought to myself.

I wanted to be fucked in the mouth by him every day of my life.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked, as he withdrew.

His eyes were soft, but they still had that twinkle of mischief.

"Yes please," I said.

I knelt there, my wrists still bound behind my back, and watched forlornly as he tucked his softening, but still large cock into his jeans and did up the poppers.

He picked up the large plastic water bottle from which he'd filled the tin kettle earlier, and deftly opened the cap without breaking eye contact with me.

I remained obediently kneeling, watching him, my sore lips parted as I caught my breath.

The breeze was cool on my bare skin, especially where his come lay on my breast and tummy and thighs.

He brought the mouth of the bottle to my lips, and tipped it up slowly as I drank.

"Enough?"

I nodded gratefully as I swallowed.

He took a swig himself, and replacing the cap, he placed it down by the rock, still looking into my eyes.

He stood close to me and caressed my hair.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied sincerely, with shaky breath.

"Was it worth giving up all your underwear for?"

"Yes," I said again, my stomach flipping at this reminder of what I'd promised to do in order to earn his cock in my mouth.

"Good girl," he smiled.

And then he said, with a cheeky smirk:

"Have you ever done that before on a first date?"

I gaped in outrage and laughed. "No, never!"

We both laughed then.

We grinned at each other in happy silence for a moment, and then I added:

"I've never done that before full stop."

He said nothing to that - he simply held my gaze, and contemplated me, still smiling.

"I like you like this," he told me. "Naked and tied up."

I felt my pussy become even more insanely wet.

"I like it too," I admitted, my heart trembling.

I bit my lip and looked up at him with utter devotion. An understanding passed between us in that moment that I was his. I would always acquiesce to him.

He bent down, reaching for my crotch, and my heart leapt. My hips automatically pushed forward to make my pussy more accessible.

But he didn't touch me there.

With the side of his finger, he wiped a glob of come from my thigh, and brought it to my mouth.

I looked up into his eyes, no longer smiling, but instead consumed with desire.

I let out a little pleading "oh..."

And then he fed me it, letting me suck his semen from the side of his finger.

I took it with my lips, and lapped softly at his finger to make sure I had it all.

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he leaned down once again.

Five times he repeated this, cleaning the spilled ejaculate from my thighs, my tummy, my breast... And he gently fed it all to me.

"Do you like how it tastes?" he asked.

"Yes," I whimpered, my arousal levels uncontrollably high.

He chuckled softly. "Then if you're a good girl, you can have it for breakfast too."

~~~

A short while later, I was zipping up the tent, shivering a little as I shut out the chilly night air.

George was in the sleeping bag already, wearing just his boxer shorts and T-shirt, and I was conscious that he was probably looking at my bottom.

I hoped he was.

As I crawled back over to him, he reached up and turned off the light, plunging us into almost total darkness.

I slid into the sleeping bag gratefully, and draped myself across him, my leg over his thighs, my hand on his stomach, my head on his chest.

His arm was round me, and he reached down and zipped us in to keep out any draughts.

His body was so warm as I snuggled against him, and I slipped my hand up inside his T-shirt, caressing his toned stomach lovingly, and kissed his chest.

"Night Caroline," he said in the darkness. "Thank you for coming up here to meet me tonight."

I smiled against the cotton of his T-shirt.

"It was my pleasure," I said, and I meant it.

I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart. I felt so safe and happy with his strong arm around me.

Then he spoke again:

"I feel excited to be starting this relationship with you."

He planted a kiss on the top of my head.

His voice, especially deep with my head against his chest, made my pussy tingle, and my heart swell.

Oh it was so beautiful being so close to him. I didn't feel at all sleepy. I was desperately horny, and just the nearness of him made my pulse quicken.

My bare pussy was pressed against his thigh, and I wondered if he could feel how wet I was.

"I do too," I replied, kissing his chest. "So excited."

We didn't speak after that.

Gradually, bit by bit as I lay there with my eyes open in the cosy darkness of the tent, I heard his heartbeat slow. His arm relaxed. And in just a few minutes, he was asleep.

I, however, was very much not. I lay there with a trembling joyous excitement inside me. And a rampant sexual need.

My pussy was crying out for stimulation - I craved it so badly. But there was no way I could touch myself in the confined space of the sleeping bag.

All I could do was move my hips in tiny thrusts, pushing myself against his firm thigh.

With almost imperceptible movements, I rubbed myself against him, back and forth, my breathing quickening.

It was the scantest of stimulation, but I craved it so badly.

I could feel his leg hairs against my sensitive inner labia, his hard muscle against my soft sex.

I tried to control my breathing - being as quiet as possible - not even letting out the tiniest squeak of pleasure as I wriggled back and forth ever more frenetically.

Suddenly, George gasped.

I froze, my heart pounding in my throat.

A second. Two seconds. Three.

George resumed his steady breathing, still sound asleep.

I exhaled, my heart pounding. Maybe I should stop?

But... Oh my pussy was crying out for attention so badly.

I began to move against him once more, quickly finding the same rhythm that I'd had before. I pressed myself a little harder against him, my whole vulva rubbing, sliding in my slick juices.

"Oh," I breathed. "Oh...."

I could feel the delicious warmth of an orgasm beginning to spread through my loins.

"Oh.... oh.... oh....."

I was jerking and writhing frantically now, taking too big a risk. George would surely wake up - but I was no longer in control of my body.

"Oo-oooh........" my breathing was ragged, my climax building inexorably.

I was so close to the edge now, every muscle in my body tensed and shaking as I frotted myself ever more erratically.

And then a surprising thing happened: George's hand, finding my breast.

I gasped, jerking my head up to see that he was awake and looking at me. Even in the dim light I could see that he was amused by the state I was in as I desperately squirmed against him.

"That's right baby," he whispered. "You can come now."

And he began to pinch my nipple.

This, it turned out, was the thing I needed to tip me over the edge.

"Ohh"

"Ohh"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh...."

"ohhhhhhhhhhhh...."

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"OH GOD!!!!!!" I wailed as the wave of my orgasm came crashing through me, pushing the breath out of me. And all the while he kept pinching my nipple over and over, relentlessly, and I swear it extended my climax tenfold. I just kept coming and coming, until my pussy was aching from spasming so hard. His other hand was on my bottom, adding extra force to my movements, pulling me hard against him.

And then, bit by bit, as my orgasms subsided, I was only moving slowly against his wet leg. His large hand gently caressed my bottom. He stopped pinching my nipple, and instead softly stroked it as it throbbed, soothing the pain.

I was sated. And yet, my whole body was still in a state of high arousal. I was electrically sensitive to his touch. Clinging magnetically to his manly body.

"I need your cock," I whimpered, as my pussy throbbed. "Please will you fuck me?"

He chuckled softly. "No, horny girl. I told you, not tonight. You need to be still," he added firmly.

He patted my bottom consolingly.

"Ssh now," he whispered, lulling me into a state of calm. "Ssshhhhhhh".

I breathed out long and slow. Twice. Three times, letting the tension leave my body. The arousal was still there, but he was helping me accept that it wasn't going to be fulfilled.

"Naughty girl," he said affectionately, stroking my hair. "My naughty girl."

And as we lay there, his breathing slowing as he relaxed once again into sleep, I kept as still as I could. My heart was swollen with joy. My pussy aching and yearning.

And all the while, that fire burned within me.

I was his naughty girl.