And so to the final part of this series. Thanks to all those that have read and replied with such kind words, hopefully this won't disapoint as a conclusion to something that's been great fun to write. Oh, and the previous part is here
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The dawn light filtered through the curtains, pulling me reluctantly from my sleep. I twitched slightly to the side as I tried to shift away from the growing brightness and felt the soft, warm form snuggle closer alongside me. Sliding an arm almost instinctively around her shoulders I let me eyes drift open, enjoying as always the sight of Tracy’s naked body next to mine, wondering for a long moment what I’d done in a previous life to have deserved the past week. That thought prompted me to raise my head, looking down at the x-frame in the centre of the room and its unfortunate victim.
Sarah was, not to put too fine a point on it, a mess. She lay still against the wood, her bonds still in place despite her frantic tugging during the night. Her body gleamed with her exertions, hear matted to her head, eyes staring into space as she accepted the ticklish stimulation being visited upon her by the powder. The additional stimulation from the balls tucked inside her pussy had her in an obviously aroused state, her body practically screaming to be touched as she suffered through her lonely torment.
Sliding my way gently out of Tracy’s embrace I moved soundlessly to sit by Sarah’s shoulders, looking straight down into her eyes. The look I got back shocked me to my core, I’d never seen such an intense, pleading, lusting stare from anyone before, hadn’t even realised it was possible. The effect on my body and heart was instant and I reached down to remove her bonds, able to think only of taking her right here and now. As my fingertips touched the restraints though memories of what she’d put me through the previous week flooded my mind once more and I paused, letting my hands linger over the straps before pulling back, an evil grin plucking at the corners of my mouth as I returned her gaze. No, this wouldn’t end here and now, the game wasn’t over yet and I would be damned if I’d let her ‘win’ so easily.
Moving back to the sofa I leant down and nuzzled Tracy awake, the gentle kisses on her neck leaving her squirming from a combination of pleasure and the gentle tickling of lips on skin. Blinking she looked around, getting her bearings after waking somewhere she wasn’t expecting. Her eyes fell on the bound form of her friend and I saw the familiar spark of mischief flare. Throwing the silk sheet aside she moved to the foot of the frame, hands reaching hungrily for Sarah’s soles, any remaining tiredness quickly forgotten with such a tempting prize to hand.
Reluctantly I laid my own hand on top of hers, holding her fingers barely an inch from Sarah’s toes, the changes in the air caused by Tracy’s wiggling fingertips enough to make Sarah wriggle and flex her captive feet in their bonds in an attempt to…what, I wonder. Escape or feel the human contact she had to be craving by now. Not that it mattered, while she’d receive that contact it would be at a time, place and manner of my choosing, not hers. Moving quickly I undid the restraints and eased Sarah upright, leaving her sitting on the edge of the frame, legs stretched out in front of her as she worked the stiffness from her limbs. Between us we guided her into the bathroom and I turned the shower on, a gentle stream of warmth to quicken her relaxation.
“Stand still.” I ordered once Sarah was standing under the spray of water and I passed Tracy a sponge and flannel as we got to work. It took almost half an hour of effort to clean Sarah properly, making sure that any traces of the powder that had driven her insane the night before was washed away from her skin. The problem wasn’t the task itself, but the fact we had to keep stopping every few minutes to let her calm down, our combined touch pushing her ever closer to her release even when that touch wasn’t in an area that would normally be considered erotic.
Finally we leant back, both kneeling at her feet, Tracy behind and myself in front and looked up at Sarah’s face. Once more I felt my breath stolen as I gazed at this vision, this perfect beauty that even now was trembling with the effort of holding back her climax, knowing that one more touch was all she truly needed and that such a touch would be denied to her until I deemed she’d earned it. Her hands hung at her sides, clenching and unclenching rapidly as she tried to contain her reaction and I glanced around the room, a quick look for something suitable for my, and her, immediate needs.
I found what I needed just within grasping range. Hanging on the back of the door was a long white cotton robe with a matching belt that I promptly pulled out. With a single quick motion I got to my feet and pulled Sarah’s hands upwards, wrapping the cotton strip around her right wrist, tying it off, passing the rest of the belt over the shower rail and securing it to her left wrist. It wouldn’t support her weight of course, but all I really wanted right now was to make sure she didn’t give in to temptation and provide that last vital motion herself.
A few quick tugs was all she needed to realise that despite the movement the cotton allowed her the knots were going to hold her securely where I’d tied her. Surprisingly there wasn’t so much as a creak from the rail itself and I figured it’d hold unless she was really determined to break free, and even then I suspected Sarah’s own stubbornness would resist such a move. She watched me with a look that was equal parts passion and fear as I leant in, kissing her once, slowly, softly, holding myself back slightly to keep my body away from hers yet close enough she could feel the heat of my skin against her. A gentle splash from Sarah’s feet made me glance down and I saw Tracy placing her own lips to her friend’s right foot, her hair gathered over one shoulder to ensure only her lips made contact.
We moved almost as one, Tracy working upwards as I moved down, kissing every inch of Sarah’s trembling body, leaving her gasping in frustration as we teased her, the water still cascading over our bodies and leaving a gentle cloud of steam rolling in the air. As I reached her feet I slid my head back slightly, moving my chin up to rest the day’s worth of stubble against her skin. Tracy felt her friend twitch and looked down, the grin that spread over her face enough to tell me she had the idea. I saw her flip her hair over her shoulder, the end of that gorgeous mane reaching down to just below her breasts. She gathered one end in her hand, fluffing the strands out until she had what amounted to a brush clutched in her hand.
Thus armed we retraced our previous path, Tracy running her hair over Sarah’s now thrashing form as she struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions that warred within her. Her movement made my own journey quite risky as all it would take was one knee in the wrong place at the wrong time and I’d be in trouble. Somehow though I managed to keep my chin and cheeks against her silky smooth skin as I travelled upwards, rubbing and nuzzling her flesh in all the places that I knew would bring her laughter to the surface.
By the time we finished our end-to-end tickle journey of the poor girl she was almost delirious with the sensory overload and I knew that at that moment breaking her would be almost trivial. But the day was still young and the torments of the previous week still burned fiercely in my mind. I gestured with one hand for Tracy to lie down between her friend’s legs, nudging them wider to allow her to slip between them. Grinning I knelt between Tracy’s feet, my own legs curled up under me to fit into the room I had available. I nudged her back slightly then pivoted on my knees and heard Sarah breathe in sharply as I did so. From her perspective it looked for one delicious moment as if I was rocking forward to kiss her throbbing core, to grant her release at last. Unfortunately for her I passed just underneath her body, dropping down to nuzzle Tracy’s womanhood instead, then bobbing back up. Time and again I repeated the process, occasionally letting the very top of my head brush against her as I bobbed down and on two occasions bestowing the ministrations I’d intended for Tracy on Sarah instead.
The result was impressive, with both women gasping for release, Tracy on the edge through my attentions, Sarah there because of the anticipation of them. Finally I ducked down one last time and latched my lips around Tracy’s nub, using everything I knew to pleasure her. Her thighs clamped around my head and I revelled in her grunts and screams as she shot over the edge, leaving her spent for now in a limp heap underneath me, her legs releasing me after what felt like an eternity.
Standing and, with a little difficulty, ignoring my own needs for the time being, I reached up and released Sarah from her bondage, only to pull her hands down to a point just above her ass and tie her wrists together once more, leaving her hands facing up backwards and unable to bend in the direction she needed to satisfy her craving. Gently I helped her step out of the shower, directing her to a spot at the far end of the room where I could watch her as I dried off. As I worked quickly to remove the remains of the water I realised with a mix of delight and worry that her gaze never left my body, the same look a starving man would give to a ten course banquet after three weeks in the desert. It was flattering of course, yet I couldn’t help wonder what was behind that gaze…
Not wanting to run the risk of an errant corner of towel touching her somewhere I didn’t want it to I led Sarah naked, still dripping wet, into the bedroom and threw a thick towel down on the floor. Taking the instruction without need of direction she stood on top of it and I picked up the hair dryer. Starting at the top of her head I directed the warm air all over her body, a wonderful caress, light and insubstantial yet at the same time highly soothing and more than slightly erotic. Yet again Sarah found herself moaning with pleasure and I found myself becoming a little addicted to the sound. Annoyed with myself I made sure she was dry then flicked the dryer over to blow cold air and directed the stream at her waiting body. She wriggled, giggling as her warmed skin reacted to the ghostly touch and she danced on the spot, her movements almost mesmerising as she fought to stay on the small cotton square of towel under her feet.
Turning the hair dryer off I took her in my arms and pulled her close for a moment, remembering the lessons I’d learnt the previous night with Tracy, making sure to give her this link back to reality, knowing the necessity of it now more than ever considering what I had in mind for her. She nuzzled into my neck and her hands twisted to brush her slender fingers along my arms as best she could given the circumstances. Reluctantly I pulled back, finding suddenly that I was having to fight the urge to simply throw her down on the bed and ravish her right there and then. Leaving her standing on the towel I dressed quickly in jeans, t-shirt and boots, pulling my long leather coat on over the top before sitting down behind her on the edge of the bed, staring at her as she fixed her gaze on the wall in front of her and waited for whatever was to come.
She stayed almost perfectly still, her posture and pose enough to show the defiance still left in her, and I wondered idly what knowing her next challenge would do to that defiance. Not that I had any intention of telling her, in this case the extra pressure applied by the lack of foreknowledge was far worse than allowing her mind to focus on a specific task. Her hands flexed unconsciously, not trying to free herself or satisfy a need that was now receding slightly to a dull ache rather than the unbearable longing so recently experienced, merely moving to relieve the tension of the moment. The door opened and Tracy walked in, her form now covered by a long white wool coat, blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Draped over her arm was a matching coat, though this one had a large fur ruff that started at the collar and wound it’s way down the front and out along the hem line. I stood from my perch and released Sarah’s hands from their restraints, stepping back to allow Tracy to move behind her and slip the coat first over one arm, then the other, letting Sarah’s body sink into the fur that lined the inside. Tracy knelt down in front of her friend and slipped a pair of black shoes over her feet, the three-inch heel enough to challenge her balance slightly but not enough to make walking difficult. The coat was slightly too large for her and fell almost to her ankles, concealing the fact she was still naked underneath perfectly. We moved to the door and stepped outside, Tracy in the lead, then Sarah as I brought up the rear.
The instant we got onto the main road Sarah realised exactly what I had in mind, and I saw her tremble as the thought shot through her. The wind was up, though the day was still warm, and it caught the edges of her coat, shifting it gently around her naked body, caressing her skin with a touch that was a maddening combination of silk and feather, enough to excite and tease at the same time and there was nothing she could do to avoid it as long as she was outside. The walk up to the park took a little longer than the previous day as Tracy set a slow, leisurely pace that prolonged Sarah’s ticklish situation as long as possible, the wind helped by the brief bursts of air as passing cars sped by. Finally we made it to the bottom of the hill and I scooped Sarah into my arms, wanting to break her spirit not her ankle, which was fairly likely if she tried to walk this hill in those shoes. She slipped an arm around my neck, but unlike the previous day there was no attempt at gratifying her own needs, this was purely for support as she gathered her strength for what was to come.
The clearing was as deserted as it had been the day before and with a single motion I slid Sarah from my arms onto the large tree trunk.
“Stand up” I commanded, loading my voice with all the power, all the control I could muster, watching as she climbed carefully to her feet on top of the huge log.
“Now stay there until I give you permission to move.” I said, moving to sit on the grass in front of her, Tracy walking to the edge of the clearing to keep an eye out for any uninvited guests that may happen upon us. The clearing faced west and there wasn’t anything between us and the horizon, leaving a strong, gusty wind blowing through the clearing. As it swirled it caught and lifted the edge of Sarah’s coat pulling a giggle from her lips, sweet music to my ears as I simply sat and watched. The wind picked up slightly and flicked the right side of the coat up, sending a shiver through her body as the fur rubbed up her thigh and revealing a tantalising glimpse to her audience. Gradually, oh so gradually, her laughter changed, shifting from giggles to something more urgent, more demanding as the fur rubbed up against her body, the collar of the coat playing with her neck and ears at the whim of the wind. Her eyes were open wide as she felt the touches against her flesh not only continue but increase, the truly random nature of the tickling leaving her confused and unable to anticipate where the next touch may come.
My attention was riveted on the seductive form in front of me, what had begun as a test of her willpower now a battle between the two of us to see who would break first, She was a vision made real, the tantalising glances of her bare flesh as the wind whipped the coat around her combining with her strength and determination to form an irresistible whole. I knew then as I watched that this was a battle I simply couldn’t win, the realisation leaving me with only one option, change the rules of the game.
I stood and walked to her, jumping up on top of the log to stand next to her, burying the desire to hold her in my arms deep down. Tracy saw the movement and walked over towards us, a strange look on her face that I couldn’t place. In one movement I scooped Sarah up into my arms and jumped lightly down to the ground, dropping to my knees as I did so. Letting her roll forwards from my grasp I followed her forward, timing my movements so that as she came to a stop on her back I slid a leg over her hips, holding her down. My hands dove under the flap of the coat, fingers seeking her ribs with an urgency that wasn’t entirely a conscious act. The instant I made contact Sarah howled with laughter, her head rocking back as she wriggled under me, her movements encouraging me on as Tracy arrived and knelt at her friend’s feet.
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The dawn light filtered through the curtains, pulling me reluctantly from my sleep. I twitched slightly to the side as I tried to shift away from the growing brightness and felt the soft, warm form snuggle closer alongside me. Sliding an arm almost instinctively around her shoulders I let me eyes drift open, enjoying as always the sight of Tracy’s naked body next to mine, wondering for a long moment what I’d done in a previous life to have deserved the past week. That thought prompted me to raise my head, looking down at the x-frame in the centre of the room and its unfortunate victim.
Sarah was, not to put too fine a point on it, a mess. She lay still against the wood, her bonds still in place despite her frantic tugging during the night. Her body gleamed with her exertions, hear matted to her head, eyes staring into space as she accepted the ticklish stimulation being visited upon her by the powder. The additional stimulation from the balls tucked inside her pussy had her in an obviously aroused state, her body practically screaming to be touched as she suffered through her lonely torment.
Sliding my way gently out of Tracy’s embrace I moved soundlessly to sit by Sarah’s shoulders, looking straight down into her eyes. The look I got back shocked me to my core, I’d never seen such an intense, pleading, lusting stare from anyone before, hadn’t even realised it was possible. The effect on my body and heart was instant and I reached down to remove her bonds, able to think only of taking her right here and now. As my fingertips touched the restraints though memories of what she’d put me through the previous week flooded my mind once more and I paused, letting my hands linger over the straps before pulling back, an evil grin plucking at the corners of my mouth as I returned her gaze. No, this wouldn’t end here and now, the game wasn’t over yet and I would be damned if I’d let her ‘win’ so easily.
Moving back to the sofa I leant down and nuzzled Tracy awake, the gentle kisses on her neck leaving her squirming from a combination of pleasure and the gentle tickling of lips on skin. Blinking she looked around, getting her bearings after waking somewhere she wasn’t expecting. Her eyes fell on the bound form of her friend and I saw the familiar spark of mischief flare. Throwing the silk sheet aside she moved to the foot of the frame, hands reaching hungrily for Sarah’s soles, any remaining tiredness quickly forgotten with such a tempting prize to hand.
Reluctantly I laid my own hand on top of hers, holding her fingers barely an inch from Sarah’s toes, the changes in the air caused by Tracy’s wiggling fingertips enough to make Sarah wriggle and flex her captive feet in their bonds in an attempt to…what, I wonder. Escape or feel the human contact she had to be craving by now. Not that it mattered, while she’d receive that contact it would be at a time, place and manner of my choosing, not hers. Moving quickly I undid the restraints and eased Sarah upright, leaving her sitting on the edge of the frame, legs stretched out in front of her as she worked the stiffness from her limbs. Between us we guided her into the bathroom and I turned the shower on, a gentle stream of warmth to quicken her relaxation.
“Stand still.” I ordered once Sarah was standing under the spray of water and I passed Tracy a sponge and flannel as we got to work. It took almost half an hour of effort to clean Sarah properly, making sure that any traces of the powder that had driven her insane the night before was washed away from her skin. The problem wasn’t the task itself, but the fact we had to keep stopping every few minutes to let her calm down, our combined touch pushing her ever closer to her release even when that touch wasn’t in an area that would normally be considered erotic.
Finally we leant back, both kneeling at her feet, Tracy behind and myself in front and looked up at Sarah’s face. Once more I felt my breath stolen as I gazed at this vision, this perfect beauty that even now was trembling with the effort of holding back her climax, knowing that one more touch was all she truly needed and that such a touch would be denied to her until I deemed she’d earned it. Her hands hung at her sides, clenching and unclenching rapidly as she tried to contain her reaction and I glanced around the room, a quick look for something suitable for my, and her, immediate needs.
I found what I needed just within grasping range. Hanging on the back of the door was a long white cotton robe with a matching belt that I promptly pulled out. With a single quick motion I got to my feet and pulled Sarah’s hands upwards, wrapping the cotton strip around her right wrist, tying it off, passing the rest of the belt over the shower rail and securing it to her left wrist. It wouldn’t support her weight of course, but all I really wanted right now was to make sure she didn’t give in to temptation and provide that last vital motion herself.
A few quick tugs was all she needed to realise that despite the movement the cotton allowed her the knots were going to hold her securely where I’d tied her. Surprisingly there wasn’t so much as a creak from the rail itself and I figured it’d hold unless she was really determined to break free, and even then I suspected Sarah’s own stubbornness would resist such a move. She watched me with a look that was equal parts passion and fear as I leant in, kissing her once, slowly, softly, holding myself back slightly to keep my body away from hers yet close enough she could feel the heat of my skin against her. A gentle splash from Sarah’s feet made me glance down and I saw Tracy placing her own lips to her friend’s right foot, her hair gathered over one shoulder to ensure only her lips made contact.
We moved almost as one, Tracy working upwards as I moved down, kissing every inch of Sarah’s trembling body, leaving her gasping in frustration as we teased her, the water still cascading over our bodies and leaving a gentle cloud of steam rolling in the air. As I reached her feet I slid my head back slightly, moving my chin up to rest the day’s worth of stubble against her skin. Tracy felt her friend twitch and looked down, the grin that spread over her face enough to tell me she had the idea. I saw her flip her hair over her shoulder, the end of that gorgeous mane reaching down to just below her breasts. She gathered one end in her hand, fluffing the strands out until she had what amounted to a brush clutched in her hand.
Thus armed we retraced our previous path, Tracy running her hair over Sarah’s now thrashing form as she struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions that warred within her. Her movement made my own journey quite risky as all it would take was one knee in the wrong place at the wrong time and I’d be in trouble. Somehow though I managed to keep my chin and cheeks against her silky smooth skin as I travelled upwards, rubbing and nuzzling her flesh in all the places that I knew would bring her laughter to the surface.
By the time we finished our end-to-end tickle journey of the poor girl she was almost delirious with the sensory overload and I knew that at that moment breaking her would be almost trivial. But the day was still young and the torments of the previous week still burned fiercely in my mind. I gestured with one hand for Tracy to lie down between her friend’s legs, nudging them wider to allow her to slip between them. Grinning I knelt between Tracy’s feet, my own legs curled up under me to fit into the room I had available. I nudged her back slightly then pivoted on my knees and heard Sarah breathe in sharply as I did so. From her perspective it looked for one delicious moment as if I was rocking forward to kiss her throbbing core, to grant her release at last. Unfortunately for her I passed just underneath her body, dropping down to nuzzle Tracy’s womanhood instead, then bobbing back up. Time and again I repeated the process, occasionally letting the very top of my head brush against her as I bobbed down and on two occasions bestowing the ministrations I’d intended for Tracy on Sarah instead.
The result was impressive, with both women gasping for release, Tracy on the edge through my attentions, Sarah there because of the anticipation of them. Finally I ducked down one last time and latched my lips around Tracy’s nub, using everything I knew to pleasure her. Her thighs clamped around my head and I revelled in her grunts and screams as she shot over the edge, leaving her spent for now in a limp heap underneath me, her legs releasing me after what felt like an eternity.
Standing and, with a little difficulty, ignoring my own needs for the time being, I reached up and released Sarah from her bondage, only to pull her hands down to a point just above her ass and tie her wrists together once more, leaving her hands facing up backwards and unable to bend in the direction she needed to satisfy her craving. Gently I helped her step out of the shower, directing her to a spot at the far end of the room where I could watch her as I dried off. As I worked quickly to remove the remains of the water I realised with a mix of delight and worry that her gaze never left my body, the same look a starving man would give to a ten course banquet after three weeks in the desert. It was flattering of course, yet I couldn’t help wonder what was behind that gaze…
Not wanting to run the risk of an errant corner of towel touching her somewhere I didn’t want it to I led Sarah naked, still dripping wet, into the bedroom and threw a thick towel down on the floor. Taking the instruction without need of direction she stood on top of it and I picked up the hair dryer. Starting at the top of her head I directed the warm air all over her body, a wonderful caress, light and insubstantial yet at the same time highly soothing and more than slightly erotic. Yet again Sarah found herself moaning with pleasure and I found myself becoming a little addicted to the sound. Annoyed with myself I made sure she was dry then flicked the dryer over to blow cold air and directed the stream at her waiting body. She wriggled, giggling as her warmed skin reacted to the ghostly touch and she danced on the spot, her movements almost mesmerising as she fought to stay on the small cotton square of towel under her feet.
Turning the hair dryer off I took her in my arms and pulled her close for a moment, remembering the lessons I’d learnt the previous night with Tracy, making sure to give her this link back to reality, knowing the necessity of it now more than ever considering what I had in mind for her. She nuzzled into my neck and her hands twisted to brush her slender fingers along my arms as best she could given the circumstances. Reluctantly I pulled back, finding suddenly that I was having to fight the urge to simply throw her down on the bed and ravish her right there and then. Leaving her standing on the towel I dressed quickly in jeans, t-shirt and boots, pulling my long leather coat on over the top before sitting down behind her on the edge of the bed, staring at her as she fixed her gaze on the wall in front of her and waited for whatever was to come.
She stayed almost perfectly still, her posture and pose enough to show the defiance still left in her, and I wondered idly what knowing her next challenge would do to that defiance. Not that I had any intention of telling her, in this case the extra pressure applied by the lack of foreknowledge was far worse than allowing her mind to focus on a specific task. Her hands flexed unconsciously, not trying to free herself or satisfy a need that was now receding slightly to a dull ache rather than the unbearable longing so recently experienced, merely moving to relieve the tension of the moment. The door opened and Tracy walked in, her form now covered by a long white wool coat, blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Draped over her arm was a matching coat, though this one had a large fur ruff that started at the collar and wound it’s way down the front and out along the hem line. I stood from my perch and released Sarah’s hands from their restraints, stepping back to allow Tracy to move behind her and slip the coat first over one arm, then the other, letting Sarah’s body sink into the fur that lined the inside. Tracy knelt down in front of her friend and slipped a pair of black shoes over her feet, the three-inch heel enough to challenge her balance slightly but not enough to make walking difficult. The coat was slightly too large for her and fell almost to her ankles, concealing the fact she was still naked underneath perfectly. We moved to the door and stepped outside, Tracy in the lead, then Sarah as I brought up the rear.
The instant we got onto the main road Sarah realised exactly what I had in mind, and I saw her tremble as the thought shot through her. The wind was up, though the day was still warm, and it caught the edges of her coat, shifting it gently around her naked body, caressing her skin with a touch that was a maddening combination of silk and feather, enough to excite and tease at the same time and there was nothing she could do to avoid it as long as she was outside. The walk up to the park took a little longer than the previous day as Tracy set a slow, leisurely pace that prolonged Sarah’s ticklish situation as long as possible, the wind helped by the brief bursts of air as passing cars sped by. Finally we made it to the bottom of the hill and I scooped Sarah into my arms, wanting to break her spirit not her ankle, which was fairly likely if she tried to walk this hill in those shoes. She slipped an arm around my neck, but unlike the previous day there was no attempt at gratifying her own needs, this was purely for support as she gathered her strength for what was to come.
The clearing was as deserted as it had been the day before and with a single motion I slid Sarah from my arms onto the large tree trunk.
“Stand up” I commanded, loading my voice with all the power, all the control I could muster, watching as she climbed carefully to her feet on top of the huge log.
“Now stay there until I give you permission to move.” I said, moving to sit on the grass in front of her, Tracy walking to the edge of the clearing to keep an eye out for any uninvited guests that may happen upon us. The clearing faced west and there wasn’t anything between us and the horizon, leaving a strong, gusty wind blowing through the clearing. As it swirled it caught and lifted the edge of Sarah’s coat pulling a giggle from her lips, sweet music to my ears as I simply sat and watched. The wind picked up slightly and flicked the right side of the coat up, sending a shiver through her body as the fur rubbed up her thigh and revealing a tantalising glimpse to her audience. Gradually, oh so gradually, her laughter changed, shifting from giggles to something more urgent, more demanding as the fur rubbed up against her body, the collar of the coat playing with her neck and ears at the whim of the wind. Her eyes were open wide as she felt the touches against her flesh not only continue but increase, the truly random nature of the tickling leaving her confused and unable to anticipate where the next touch may come.
My attention was riveted on the seductive form in front of me, what had begun as a test of her willpower now a battle between the two of us to see who would break first, She was a vision made real, the tantalising glances of her bare flesh as the wind whipped the coat around her combining with her strength and determination to form an irresistible whole. I knew then as I watched that this was a battle I simply couldn’t win, the realisation leaving me with only one option, change the rules of the game.
I stood and walked to her, jumping up on top of the log to stand next to her, burying the desire to hold her in my arms deep down. Tracy saw the movement and walked over towards us, a strange look on her face that I couldn’t place. In one movement I scooped Sarah up into my arms and jumped lightly down to the ground, dropping to my knees as I did so. Letting her roll forwards from my grasp I followed her forward, timing my movements so that as she came to a stop on her back I slid a leg over her hips, holding her down. My hands dove under the flap of the coat, fingers seeking her ribs with an urgency that wasn’t entirely a conscious act. The instant I made contact Sarah howled with laughter, her head rocking back as she wriggled under me, her movements encouraging me on as Tracy arrived and knelt at her friend’s feet.