This post is a little different then my normal posts, as it happens to come out on an American holiday. Today is Independence Day here in the states and I'd like to wish all of my American readers a Happy Fourth of July. For those international readers, I do hope you're having a great day on this 4th of July as well. Either way, everyone should celebrate Indie-pendence day by supporting an Indie artist. So buy a book, an album, a piece of art, anything to help out the Indie community. Even commenting, following, or liking us on Facebook is a great way to show support. Thanks!
The morning seems to be going along perfectly. It is the Fourth of July, and since you have
the day off you are able to sleep in a bit longer than usual. It is so nice to wake up on a Thursday and
have the time to relax and just be.
You head into the shower and wash off the dirt and sweat
from the previous day before reaching for your shaving cream. You spray a bit of the slick foam into your
palm and run them up and down your leg, making sure there was a nice thick
lather. You rinse your hand off in the
water until you are confident that you've got your grip back. Then you reach for your new razor and uncap
it. Gently you draw it up and over your
skin, watching as it follows your contours perfectly. You think to yourself that this really is
quite an erotic act.
Soon you’ve shaved both your legs and you are about to put
the razor away. Your mind flashes forward
to what I’ve got planned for this evening and you decide to do a little bit
more. Your hand lathers up the cream
again and this time you place your fingers on your pussy mound. You work the lather around your delicate skin,
and as your fingers move your body reacts with flashes of pleasure. It feels so good it takes effort to remove
your hand.
You turn off the shower and redirect the water so it’s
coming out the faucet. Then you sit on
the edge of the tub and spread your legs wide.
As carefully as possible you run the razor against your delicate
skin. As sexy as it is to have a shaved
pussy, nicks and cuts are not erotic and you want to avoid them at all
costs. It takes you almost as long to
shave your pussy as it did to shave your legs, but it’s worth it. As you finish up you run your fingers between
your legs and you feel the rough landing strip before the smoothness if your naked
mound.
After you turn the shower back on, you finish washing up,
removing all traces of shaving cream and getting lost in the delight of the hot
water against your skin. You are tempted
to slide your finger down and play but you know that I wouldn't be happy with
you if you did that. Instead you squeeze
your legs together and will the throbbing in your clit to go away.
You head into the bedroom and find the package that I left
for you last night. The instructions are
very clear, do not open until you are ready to get dressed. Seeing as the only thing you are wearing is
the towel, you decide it’s time to open it.
As you do your eyes get wide, first at how sexy the outfit is, and then
realizing that I expect you to wear it all day.
You pull the bikini out of the box, and gaze at it. The top half has white stars on a blue field
on the left cup and on the right cup there are red and white stripes. The string bikini bottoms are red and white striped. You have to both laugh at how patriotic they
are and fear about how much of your body they reveal. You slip the fabric over your body and tie
the strings together until they form something that resembles an article of
clothing. You look at your reflection in
the mirror and adjust the fabric so that your body is both hidden and looking
its best.
Then you take a look at yourself and you realize how little
clothing you’re actually wearing. It is
one thing to dress up in something so skimpy in the bedroom for me, but you can’t
see yourself leaving the house completely on display like this.
You head over to the closet and throw on a pair of cut off
jean shorts and a white tank top with a plunging neckline. The shirt is tight against your body, and the
fabric shows hints of the bikini through the fabric. You walk away from the closet, feeling the
strings dangling off the edge of the shorts tickle your inner thighs. You know that when you get to see me, you are
going to have soaked the crotch of your bikinis.
You grab your purse and start fishing through it for your
keys as you head out the door. The drive
over to the marina is uneventful and soon you are aboard my little Sea Ray. You’re there before I am, so you start prepping
it for our afternoon excursion.
It is a small boat, about eighteen feet long, with seating
in an open bow and a bench across the stern.
You are unsnapping the canopy as I walk up the dock. “I see you’re getting everything ship shape.” I say proud at how well you’re doing. Only a few months ago you knew nothing about
boating.
“You taught me well.”
You say, not even bothering to look over your shoulder. You are eager to hit the lake and get a good view
for tonight’s fireworks.
I stow my day-pack and begin helping you get the ship
ready. The good viewing spots are going
to get snatched up quickly. In a few
minutes we've got the ship ready to leave the marina and you smile sheepishly
as you remove your tank top. There is
something sexy about a woman so incredibly arousing that is also a bit
shy. You grab the sunscreen and start to
work it into your skin. I watch you,
making sure you’re not missing any spot, as you try not to make eye
contact. You don’t like being the center
of attention.
When you’re almost done, I take the bottle from your hands
and squirt a little of the lotion into my hand.
Then I start to work the sunscreen into your shoulders, the back of your
neck, and then down your spine. I’m
massaging it in, going over all of your exposed skin, even under the bikini
string, making sure that you will not get sunburned. When I’m sure I've gotten it everywhere, I
move my hands over your shoulders and get the top of your chest with the
remaining lotion. You lean your head
against my arm as you enjoy the intimacy.
Then I start up the motor and in a few minutes we are on our
way to the see the fireworks. The wind as
we cut through the water feels great, cooling us down. After the last week of stagnant heat, it
feels good to be back on the water and have the breeze on your skin. With all the boats on the lake, the water was
rough and you had to lean against me to keep your balance. It feels good to have you holding me; the
softness of your skin next to mine is such a turn on.
As we arrive at the spot I had chosen earlier as the best
viewing spot, a little secluded by a bend in the shoreline, we drop anchor and
open up the awning. You unfold a chair
so we have a little table and then spread out the picnic that I had prepared
earlier. With the shade and the cool
breeze off the water we are free to enjoy ourselves. You feel comfortable enough to have a few
glasses of wine while I abstained since I knew I would be driving back. The cops patrol the lake during the Fourth to
make up some funds for the city.
As the sun starts to set we clean up the food. You are bending over and I can see the
outline of your bikini bottoms through the legs of your cut offs. You are so tempting, and I need to see what I
purchased for you.
“You know, I told you to wear the gift I gave you.” I say my voice hard and in control.
You look at me, “But,
Sir, I am!” You undo the button at your
waist and pull the waistband of your shorts down a little. You are showing me that you've got the whole
bikini on. “See?”
“Yes, I do see, but I never said you should wear anything
else. I wanted you to show your sexy
body off for me. I wanted you to tempt
other men and women knowing that your body was promised to me.”
You face reddens immediately upon hearing this. “I’m sorry.”
I smile that wicked grin that tells you this is not going to be a problem. “Well don’t bother closing that button. You should just take off those shorts.”
You look around for a second, making sure that we are as
secluded as you thought we are. Although
you can hear some music from the other boats, the people in them are
indistinct. Confident of our isolation,
your hand goes down to the fly and you unzip it completely. Then you shimmy your hips in such a way that
the denim shorts slide down your legs and lie in a pile on the floor of the
boat. “Is that better?”
My eyes scan up and
down your amazing body and I lick my lips. “Yes, that is much better.”
I sit down on the seat and beckon you over with my
finger. Like the good girl that you are
you come to my side at once. My hand
goes up and down your legs and I feel how smooth they are. “You shaved for me didn't you?”
“Yes. I thought you’d
like that.” You say looking down at me.
My hand travels the complete length of your leg, from the
ankle to your crotch, and then back down the other side. My hand moves back to your mound and I cup it
with my fingers. “And you’re wet. This is turning you on, is it?”
You raise your head, breaking eye contact as you say, “Yes. Dressing like this and submitting to you
turns me on.”
“Then why were you a bad girl? Why didn't you just wear the bikini when you
left the house?” I don’t wait for you to
answer before continuing. “No
bother. I know how to solve this
problem.”
My hand goes to your wrists and I pull you down with one
hand while I guide you to my lap with the other. You are now bent over my lap with your ass in
the air. The stripes of the bikini are stretched
and look amazing like this. “I want you
to count to twenty, OK? I can’t
concentrate on spanking you and counting so I’m just going to continue until I
hear you count to the right number.”
You nod your head and we both know that you understand what
is about to happen. It’s not like this
is the first time I've had to punish you.
Lying over my thighs, you can feel my cock hard against your
belly and my hand firm against your back.
You can tell by how my body is positioned that my other hand is up in
the air and you are left anticipating the first spanking. It’s a horrible feeling, and yet, something
about it makes your pussy flood with excitement. You've never been spanked in such a public
place before.
As you sit there and wait you can feel your heartbeat and
you are aware of how your ass cheeks are clenching in apprehension. When I feel your body relax, unable to keep
up its tension, I bring my hand down. It
isn't a hard slap, but since you are no longer tense the SMACK rings out over
the lake loudly and your ass begins to sting.
Immediately your head lifts up so you can look around and see if anyone
is looking this way. When your fears are
subdued you look at me with pleading eyes.
You don’t want to be caught like this, but you also know I won’t like it
if you ask me to stop.
“You forgot to count, so we’re going to start again.” I say, answering your unspoken question. Before you even have your head turned back
around I bring my hand down again.
“One!” You cry out, wishing
that you had counted the first one.
As you steel yourself, I bring my hand down on the other
cheek. “Two.” You say trying to keep your voice calm. I spank you again, “Three” and again, “Four”
and again, “Five”, alternating which cheek my spankings are landing on each
time.
Then in rapid succession I spank you five times in a row and
you feel your ass burn. Through clenched
teeth you say, “Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten!”
I’m enjoying this, but I’m also wishing that you can really
feel my blows. To make this happen, my
fingers move over to the strings of your bottoms and I untie them. In a moment the thin piece of fabric falls to
the floor. In the setting sun, all of
your skin has taken on a reddish hue, but your butt looks like it is
burning. My hand moves down and I
massage you, taking away some of the sting.
“Your ass is so patriotic, Red,” I rub a sore spot, “White,” I rub a
spot spared from my palm, “And completely You!”
You are writhing below me, your ass stinging from the
spankings, and you’re trying to laugh so you don’t upset me further. You are panting, trying to control the pain
with breathing, but you’re also completely aroused. You can feel your nipples strain against the
fabric of the top and you are aware of how wet your pussy has become.
I raise my hand again and resume your punishment. “Eleven!” You are controlling yourself quiet
well despite the discomfort you are feeling.
I spank you repeatedly, listening as you count off all the way up to “Nineteen!”
For Twenty, I have something special planned. I pull your legs apart at the thighs and you
know better to close them. Then I bring
my palm down onto your pussy and you shriek out in pain, “Twenty!” The words out of your mouth as soon as could
speak, you don’t want another spanking for being tardy.
You sit there, letting your heart calm down and the heat work
its way out of your bottom. You open
your eyes, which you didn't realize were closed, and you notice that the sun
has completely set and now the crescent moon is hanging in the sky.
I gently push your leg and your roll off me and onto the
seats lining the back of the boat. You
are glad that the cushions are extremely soft as you sit there recovering. You watch me as I walk over to the radio and
tune into the station that is synced to the fireworks display. When you hear the announcers thank the
fireworks sponsors you know that I've tuned it in to the right station.
You turn around, your knees on the seat and your elbows
resting on the padded back of the boat.
You are looking off into the general direction of where the firework
barge is, waiting for the show to begin.
You’re so enraptured with seeing the first blast you don’t hear me slip
out of my shorts. Looking at the sky you
are alert, waiting for the first firework to explode in the sky.
As soon as you see the sparkles in the sky you point towards
it, like anyone could miss it. “Ooooh,
look!” You shout excitedly.
I am looking, but not at the sky. You have my full attention, and more specifically
your alluring ass. My cock is hard and
throbbing as I move up behind you. You
feel my hand on the small of your back, but you don’t register anything. You are too enthralled with the light show in
the sky.
As the music starts to build up tempo, I guide my cock head
towards your pussy lips. As my cock
slides up and down searching for your entrance you turn around, this look of
shock on your face. I smile at you as I slide
in. Your eyes widen and you moan as you
can feel my shaft filling up your pussy.
I start to fuck you in earnest now, moving my hips along
with the beat of the music. You've
dropped your head between your arms and are concentrating on the feelings I’m
sending through your body. My hand grabs
your hair at the base of your neck and I pull your head upwards. Now you are forced to watch the fireworks,
your breasts swaying as much as they can in the stretchy fabric.
As the music starts to build to it’s crescendo, I can tell
we are both are making our way there as well.
I’m fucking you like an animal, each thrust landing against your ass
with a satisfying slap. You are moaning
loudly, either forgetting where you are, or confident that the sounds of
fireworks and music will hide any noise that you could be making. I let go of your hair and grab your shoulders
so I can use your body as leverage, pushing in while pulling you back onto
me. You are completely into the pleasure
I am giving you.
We are barely aware of the building movement in the music as
we both find ourselves on the edge of a climax.
I start to feel my cock throb in that uncontrollable way and I know I’m
about to come deep inside of you. I pull
you all the way onto my cock and I let go.
A series of throbs fill you with my come. At the same time, your body is pushed over
the edge by my orgasm. You can feel your
whole body shake and spasm as we are watching the grand finale on display in
front of us.
As we come down from our high I pull out of you and then immediately
collapse in the chair behind you. You
turn around and slink down into the chair that you were leaning against. I look at you and ask between pants, “Was
that good?”
You smile and answer with a grin on your face. “It was excellent. I literally saw fireworks.”
Very patriotic post John and a very sexy one too. Loved it can't wait to read one of your books
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I'm so glad you liked it Scarlett! I like to play with different genres and something about the red on white skin screamed spankings. :)
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