told, Alicia was a little nervous. The spa was beautiful,
lunch had been delicious, she was still getting a relaxed buzz
from the massage and herbal wrap, Lynda was nice—a little bossy,
but nice—and the room she was sharing with Gabby was luxurious
comfort personified. Also, Gabby was sending off a
decidedly warm vibe. She wasn't exactly flirting,
but it was clear she was interested.
And then there was the bed... singular. It was huge, at
least king-size, with high thread-count satin sheets in The
Willows' ubiquitous pastel earth-tones. It was a
four-poster, with tall, elegantly turned posts and head- and
foot-boards of cleverly joined oak slats that, Alicia idly
noted, made for many convenient lashing points, as if the corner
posts weren't convenient enough.
Alicia liked fantasizing about such things. It was
fun. But would tonight be the night she finally got to tie
someone up? She'd packed a couple of long hair ribbons,
and the spa robes came with nice long terrycloth belts, so it
was doable. She would have liked to have brought some rope
along, but that would have been a little... blatant. Yes,
she was nervous.
Dressed in a black slip, bra, and panties, Alicia was sitting on
the bench before the suite's dressing table and brushing her
hair. Just then, Gabby appeared in the mirror, standing
behind her. She was wearing a pair of nearly transparent,
nude-colored bikini panties, and nothing else. Smiling her
patented slightly quirky, knowing smile, she took the brush from
Alicia's hand and began brushing her roommate's raven-black
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Gabby purred.
"Of course," Alicia answered. "As you said, what's not to
"I suppose I'll have to leave it loose," Gabby stated.
Obviously, she was referring to Alicia's hair. "I don't
think I'll have time to put it up."
Alicia smiled at Gabby's automatic assumption that she would be
the one dressing her hair. "Loose is fine."
"I think I'll leave mine like this, too." Gabby's long,
blond mane framed her face and was loose about her
shoulders. Like Alicia's, her hair was fully recovered
from her recent post mud bath shower and shampoo.
"Enough," Alicia agreed, "thank you." She stood, walked to
the closet, and pulled her little-black-dress from its
hanger. It was a classic LBD, suitable for anything but
the most or least formal occasions. It was sleeveless,
with a yoke collar, a provocative cutout that provided a peek of
cleavage, and came to mid-calf. She carefully stepped into
the dress, slid her arms through the openings, and settled it on
Meanwhile, Gabby seemed to be in no hurry to get dressed.
She strolled to the chest of drawers where she'd placed her
unpacked clothing, opened the top drawer, and produced a folded
silk scarf. "I noticed you didn't pack much," she said as
Alicia stepped into a pair of black high-heeled pumps.
"I like to travel light." Alicia stepped to her chest of
drawers, pulled open a drawer, opened a small case, and began
donning a pair of earrings. They were clusters of small,
white diamonds and, like the dress, less than formal but more
Gabby shook out the scarf. It was long and narrow, and
became even narrower when she folded it twice, lengthwise.
"I didn't see you unpack any scarves," she said as she looped
the scarf around her right wrist and tightened it with a
cinch. She then sauntered to the bed, placed her back
against the lower left bedpost, and placed her hands behind her
back and the post. "I always travel with at least a
half-dozen scarves. One never knows when they might come
Okay, now that's flirting, Alicia thought.
She wants me to tie her up. Unfortunately,
there isn't time. I guess this is one occasion when the
'top' will have to be the one playing hard to get.
She smiled and made a show of glancing at her watch. "Stop
fooling around and get dressed." Scarves, she
thought. I can tie Gabby up with her own scarves...
"Okay," Gabby sighed, then tugged the scarf from her wrist and
tossed it on the bed, strolled to the closet, and pulled a
salmon-pink gown from a hanger. It was slightly more
formal than Alicia's LBD, but only because its full-length
crossed the line from dress to gown. It hugged her body
like the proverbial glove, and its spaghetti straps left her
arms and shoulders bare. She was already wearing a pair of
white gold and pearl earrings, as well as a simple gold-chain
necklace with a matching pearl charm.
"Allow me," Gabby purred, stepped behind Alicia, and zipped up
Alicia returned the favor. Gabby stepped into a pair of
white, open-toed sandals with high-heels, and just then, they
heard the sound of a knock.
Alicia opened the door, and as expected it was their escort,
Kimberly, and the little blonde was gorgeous. Her
hair was plaited in a single braid, then coiled into a complex
bun. Her full-length gown was a shade of antique gold that
perfectly complemented her smooth, well-tanned skin. The
fabric was skintight, stretching across her breasts and torso
before falling to almost reach the floor. Her nipples were
quite prominent, and if she was wearing anything underneath, it
had to be flesh-colored body paint. A stainless steel
choker graced her throat and a heart-shaped padlock charm
dangled from the front. A ring in the back served as a
convenient place to secure the ribbon-thin halter-straps of her
gown with an elegant bow. Her back was virtually bare, and
the stretchy fabric highlighted the twin globes of her derriere.
"You look beautiful, Kimberly," Alicia sighed.
A delicate blush colored Kimberly's dimpled cheeks. "Thank
you, madam." She glanced at Gabby, and almost cracked
up. Being behind Alicia, Gabby was free to stick out her
tongue and make a funny face with impunity, and she'd done
so. Kimberly made a sweeping gesture. "If madams
will follow me?"
"Madams will," Gabby chuckled.
Kimberly turned and led the way down the sidewalk with Alicia
and Gabby a few steps behind.
Gabby leaned close and whispered to Alicia. "I heard
she was Lynda's slave, and now I believe it."
Alicia frowned. "Her slave?" she whispered back.
"Didn't you notice the collar?"
Alicia smiled. "You mean the choker?"
Gabby rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Alicia's gaze was on Kimberly's dimpled buttocks and nearly
naked back. Now that Gabby mentioned it, the "choker" in
question did look quite hefty. And the padlock charm might
be an actual padlock. Hmm... Lynda's slave.
Alicia wouldn't mind in the least having cute little Kimberly as
"apartment" was actually more of an estate, a compound separated
from the main spa by a short walkway. The architecture and
landscaping were a harmonious whole; but dense hedges, tall
sections of iron fence, and equally tall walls of rough stone
crawling with vines provided Lynda total privacy. The
place was almost a fortress, but was still pleasing to the eye.
Still led by Kimberly, Alicia and Gabby entered through what
might be called a gatehouse, a small stone and timber structure
in the Arts and Crafts style. The gate in question was
heavy timber and was both decorated and reinforced by a
bias-relief, wrought iron sculpture of a weeping willow secured
in place with heavy bolts. Beyond was a small garden and a
second entrance leading into the side of what was either a low
hill or an earth-sheltered building.
Waiting in the entryway was Lynda Ramsey, herself, resplendent
in a brown or dark-bronze strapless gown, and she was
stunning. Her dark hair was loose about her bare
shoulders, like Alicia's and Gabby's, and the welcoming smile on
her beautiful face sent a thrill shivering up Alicia's spine.
Alicia's reaction when encountering beautiful women tended
towards thoughts of delicious domination, but Lynda was very
much the exception—which Alicia found both unusual and a little
"Your guests, Mistress," Kimberly announced.
"Thank you, Kim," Lynda purred. A ritual of hugs and
kisses ensued, then Lynda made a sweeping gesture.
"Welcome to my home. Please, this way."
Alicia and Gabby followed their hostess. Kimberly did as
well, but peeled off and disappeared through a side door after
only a few steps.
The decor was as welcoming as their hostess and, not
surprisingly, in the same style as the spa. They entered a
very large lounge, or possibly a library. Two walls were
lined with built-in shelves laden with books, the third wall was
a massive stone fireplace, and the fourth a bank of windows
overlooking a garden venue. Clusters of what looked to be
comfortable sofas and easy chairs were arranged in conversation
Alicia couldn't help but stare. There were two very large
sculptures, one at either end of the room. Both were
life-size, nude maidens, cast in bronze.
The first bronze beauty was semi-reclined with her back against
a large boulder. Her arms were raised and her wrists
captured in manacles linked to a ring set in the rock. Her
right leg was straight, with her foot on pointe. Her left
leg was bent with her left foot flat on the rock. She was
beautiful... as beautiful as Lynda, or Gabby, or Kimberly,
for that matter, in her own way.
"My copy of Andromeda," Lynda said, "probably Maggie
Kilborn's most famous sculpture." She pointed to the
second sculpture. "And that's one of her newest works: Waiting."
The group strolled to the second sculpture. The subject
was sitting with her legs crossed, bent forward at the waist,
and with her arms behind her back and her wrists crossed high on
her back. She was not holding this pose by choice.
Neat, symmetrical bands of bronze rope bound her bronze body,
lots of symmetrical bands of bronze rope. The figure
looked like she could barely squirm, much less unfold her arms
or legs or relieve the strain on her back. Alicia
recognized Shibari, Japanese bondage techniques, and was
impressed. Not just by the intricate details of the
sculpted rope, but by the strain and suffering evident in the
nude captive's athletic but very feminine body. Her bronze
face was downcast, with a fall of bronze hair half-obscuring her
"What do you suppose she's waiting for?" Gabby said quietly.
"Obviously, for her mistress to return," Alicia replied... then
blushed. "That's one interpretation, I suppose."
"Oh, I agree completely," Lynda said, smiling at Alicia.
"She's waiting for her mistress."
Just then, Kimberly reappeared. "Excuse me, Mistress, but
Chef would like to know if you're ready to eat?"
"So," Gabby drawled, "the cook is also waiting for
Alicia and Lynda smiled.
"Everybody waits for mistress," Lynda chuckled. "That's
one of the perks of the position." With an elegant gesture
she led her guests to the dining room.
delicious. The main entree was Steak Diablo on rosemary
flatbread, tender and with just enough heat. The wine
flowed freely and conversation was wide ranging. The
mysterious waiting chef never showed his or her face, not even
to be thanked for his or her artistry. Kimberly brought
all the courses from the kitchen, but she also sat at the table
and ate with the others.
Then, as they were finishing the last of their caramel chocolate
tart desserts, Gabby smiled sweetly at their hostess,
metaphorically pulled the pin on a social hand grenade, and
tossed it to the middle of the table. "Is it true
Kimberly's your slave?"
Perhaps the wine had flowed a little too freely, Alicia
decided. "Gabby!" she hissed in a scolding whisper.
"It's all right," Lynda chuckled, her lips curled in
amusement. She shifted her serene gaze to the younger of
the two blondes at the table. "Kimberly?"
Kimberly smiled her dimpled smile, reached up, and gave the
heart-shaped padlock charm dangling from the front of her choker
a playful flick. "I don't have the key." She beamed
at Lynda. "Mistress has the key."
Lynda's blue eyes were locked with Kimberly's. "My
precious Kim," she sighed.
"Do you tie her up and lock her in chains and stuff?" Gabby
"You're cut off," Alicia huffed, glaring at her roommate for the
"Please," Lynda chuckled, "as I said, it's all right." She
smiled at Gabby. "Yes, Ms. Hanson, I practice my Kinbaku
skills with Kimberly's assistance. As for the rest, we're
entitled to some degree of privacy, aren't we?"
"I suppose," Gabby shrugged, then reached for her wineglass.
Alicia interceded, taking the glass from Gabby's hand. "I
said, you're cut off."
Gabby's smile never faltered. "Yes, Mistress," she purred,
batting her laughing blue eyes at Alicia.
Alicia blushed, slightly, then turned to Lynda. "Kinbaku?
That's like Shibari, isn't it?"
"Shibari is a term used mainly in the West." Lynda
explained. "Kinbaku-bi, literally 'the beauty of
tight binding,' is more widely used in Japan."
"Mistress studied under a Kinbaku Master," Kimberly
"Let's adjourn to the studio," Lynda suggested, and they
stood. Kimberly began clearing the table, but Lynda
stopped her with a preemptive gesture. "That can
"Yes, Mistress," Kimberly said quietly, standing demurely with
her eyes downcast.
Lynda led the way, Alicia and Gabby were next, and Kimberly
brought up the rear.
Gabby leaned close and whispered in Alicia's ear. "I told
ya. She's a slave."
"You need a spanking," Alicia whispered back.
"Promises, promises," Gabby giggled. If she wasn't drunk,
she was at least tipsy.
was a large space, not as large as the library/lounge with the
two Kilborn sculptures, but large. It had blond oak
paneling, wall-to-wall carpeting, and track lighting.
Several large, flat cushions were scattered near the door.
Lynda and Kimberly removed her shoes upon entering, so Alicia
and Gabby followed suit.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable," Lynda said, indicating
the cushions, then turned to Kimberly. "Prepare."
Gabby settled onto one of the cushions, then patted the cushion
next to her and smiled at Alicia. "Sit," she
suggested. "I think there's gonna be a show."
Alicia watched with interest as Kimberly strolled to a section
of paneling next to the door and opened what was revealed to be
a hidden door. The alcove beyond was the size and shape of
a typical gym locker. Alicia examined the room's paneling
more closely and noted several more "hidden" doors of varying
size and shape. She turned back to Kimberly—and her pulse
Kimberly's arms were raised and her hands behind her neck and
she was untying the bow securing the halter straps of her
gown. That task accomplished, she let the straps drop and
carefully turned around her choker until the heart-shaped
padlock was to the back and the ring to the front.
Why keep thinking of it a 'choker?' Alicia mused. It's
a slave collar.
Kimberly's dress was tight, as previously noted. The
falling straps pulled down the bra-panels enough to expose her
nipples, but the golden fabric continued hugging her
torso. Meanwhile, Kimberly was removing several hairpins
and uncoiling her braid. She deposited the hairpins on a
shelf inside the locker, then tugged the gown down her tan,
smooth body, stepped free, and hung the garment in the
locker. She then closed the locker door, strolled to the
center of the studio with the grace of a dancer, knelt on the
carpet, placed her hands atop her head, and lowered her gaze.
Alicia's heart was still tripping. Kimberly was
beautiful. That issue had never been in doubt, but Slave
Kimberly, kneeling subserviently, was beautiful!
Her skin was smooth and tan and her feminine physique the very
picture of athletic health. Her breasts were generous but
not what one would call large. "Beautiful," Alicia sighed.
"Not bad," Gabby huffed.
Alicia couldn't help but smile. Gabby was jealous? How
sweet, she thought, gazing at her blond roommate. I
guess I'll have to do something to let her know I think she's
Lynda had opened a cabinet door across the room, revealing
several neat bundles of hemp or jute rope, all hanging from
wooden pegs. She took down several bundles, closed the
door, carried the bundles to Kimberly's side, and dropped them
to the carpet. She then crossed the room to stand before
Alicia and Gabby.
Sitting on the cushions with their legs tucked to the side, both
guests stared up at the beautiful amazon.
Lynda smiled at Alicia. "I hope you enjoy this
demonstration." Her gaze swiveled to Gabby. "As for
you, strip in the presence of your mistress."
Alicia stared in surprise. Lynda is Gabby's mistress?
Gabby was staring at Lynda like a songbird mesmerized by a
"Not me, you silly slave," Lynda chuckled, then nodded
at Alicia. "Your mistress."
Alicia couldn't think of anything more profound to say than
"Huh?" so she kept her mouth shut.
Lynda's smile was back on Alicia. "I recognize a fellow
mistress when I see one," she explained, then focused on
Gabby. "And I certainly recognize a half-drunk,
ill-mannered slave. Well?"
"Huh?" Gabby gasped.
Alicia smiled, relieved that she wasn't the only one at a loss
Lynda heaved an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Strip," she reiterated.
Gabby stared up at Lynda, then, at Alicia, then at Lynda,
again. Her hands reached behind her back, fumbled for the
fob of the zipper securing her gown, and pulled it down.
She then stood (without most of her characteristic grace) pulled
the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, and let the gown
slither to the floor. All that remained was her
nude-colored bikini-panties. She slid her thumbs through
the hip strings and paused, her eyes still on Lynda.
"Uh... you want me to... uh..."
Lynda's response was her continued even stare.
Alicia's response was to carefully stifle the giggling fit
threatening to erupt from her smiling lips. It wouldn't do
to laugh at poor Gabby's predicament. It didn't seem like
the sort of thing a proper mistress would do.
Gabby tugged her panties down her long, tan legs, stepped free,
and sat back down.
"Fold your clothing, slave," Lynda ordered, "then cross your
wrists behind your back." She smiled at Alicia, "Unless
your mistress has different orders?"
"Huh? Oh, no, that's fine." Alicia's heart was
hammering, again, and a thrill was quivering between her folded
legs. She'd already seen Gabby ninety-something percent
naked at the pool, totally naked at the massage
pavilion, and wearing only panties back at the room, but this
was... different. She watched Gabby fold her gown and her
panties, place them behind her cushion, then cross her wrists
behind her back, as ordered.
Lynda turned and strolled towards Kimberly and the waiting rope.
Gabby was still blushing, but managed a teasing smile.
"Mistress," she whispered to Alicia, batting her eyes for
Alicia's smile widened. "I think you really do
need a spanking, slave," she purred.
"Oh, Mistress," Gabby sighed, then turned to watch Lynda walk a
slow circle around Kimberly.
Alicia let her gaze linger on Gabby's pert, tan breasts, then
also turned to their hostess and her slave.
"I know we talked about Kinbaku earlier," Lynda said as
she stooped to pick up a bundle of rope, release the hitch
securing the coil, and shake it out, "but I'm in a Western
trying her very best not to stare like a country hick on her
first trip to the big city, and a quick glance at Gabby
suggested she was equally stunned and amazed.
So, what was the big deal?
Lynda was tying up her slave, and she was doing a very
good job of it.
Alicia swallowed and willed her heart to stop hammering, with
limited success. It was one thing to fantasize about
topping beautiful women, or to read and collect the usual comics
and books, or to visit the usual web sites dedicated to
such things, and Alicia did all of that... but it was something
else to actually watch a beautiful amazon bind a beautiful
submissive... expertly... sensuously.
Alicia stole another surreptitious glance at Gabby. The
svelte, naked, gorgeous blonde was the other
thing. What was going to happen later, when they got back
to their room? On a scale from spooning to sex, Alicia had
always known something was going to happen, but
now? After watching this? Pretending
(hoping) Gabby was (would be) her slave was good. And now,
playing like Gabby was her slave was good. But
exactly how much was Gabby playing? Was she even a little
Later, Alicia decided. She had at least an hour to
think things through, maybe two. In any case, this was one
floor show she wasn't about to miss.
Lynda tied Kimberly's wrists behind her back,
palm-to-palm. She then tied Kimberly's elbows, using a lot
of rope and leaving about two inches of rope-wrapped space
between. Next, she looped, cinched, and tightened a body
harness of doubled rope. Multiple neatly stacked strands
pinned Kimberly's upper arms to her torso and passed above and
below her breasts, yoked her shoulders, and were hitched through
her elbow bonds in the back. The little blonde's waist,
lower arms, and crotch were next. Finally, Lynda tied
Kimberly's ankles, followed by her legs, lashing them together
above and below her knees and around her thighs.
Lynda climbed to her feet and smiled down at her thoroughly
trussed slave. "I think that will be adequate for the
evening," she purred.
"No, ya think?" Gabby whispered under her breath.
Alicia had given up trying to appear nonchalant. She was
maintaining a somewhat relaxed facade (she hoped), but
the neat, symmetrical ropes dimpled Kimberly's exquisite body
from her slowly rolling shoulders to her weakly twisting ankles
were amazing... and real. Alicia's heart was hammering,
had never really stopped hammering since the first loop of rope
tightened around Kimberly's wrists, her face was flushed, and
there was a definite dampness between her legs.
Lynda, Alicia, and Gabby watched as Kimberly continued writhing
and squirming, struggling and testing her bonds. As she
rolled her well-roped and helpless body on the carpet, they
could see her fluttering fingers groping for knots to untie or
bands of rope to manipulate and create slack she might somehow
exploit to make her escape. But clearly, Lynda was
an expert. There were no knots anywhere near Kimberly's
hands, and all of her bonds were periodically hitched and
knotted to make sure they would remain precisely where Lynda had
placed them and with exactly the same degree of tension.
Lynda strolled back to her guests and gracefully sat on a
cushion next to Alicia.
"No gag?" Gabby asked, her eyes never leaving Kimberly's
helpless, writhing form.
Lynda shifted her gaze from the struggling slave to the naked
slave on Alicia's far side. "Did your mistress give you
permission to speak?" she inquired coolly.
Gabby's mouth opened and her blue eyes blinked. "Uh..."
her eyes darted from Lynda... to Alicia... and back.
Alicia couldn't help but smile. Gabby's flustered,
slave-caught-being-naughty act was adorable. "You may
speak, slave," Alicia chuckled.
"T-thank you, Mistress," Gabby stammered, then focused on
Lynda. "Gag, Mistress?"
Lynda shifted her disapproving gaze to Alicia, and smiled.
"All of the rooms in my apartments are soundproof," she
purred. "Kimberly can scream herself hoarse, and no one
will hear." Her gaze shifted back to Gabby. "I
appreciate a good gag as much as the next mistress. They
make a slave feel deliciously helpless, and the pathetic slave's
muffled whimpers can be most entertaining."
"Uh... yeah," Alicia whispered. Profound, she
silently chided herself, very profound.
Meanwhile, Kimberly was continuing her futile efforts to free
herself. It was very entertaining, in Alicia's
opinion, and a quick glance at Gabby confirmed that her "slave"
was equally mesmerized.
More time passed.
"Well," Lynda sighed, "poor Kim put in a hard day's work, and a
mistress must be considerate." She smiled at Alicia.
"Why don't we call it an evening and let Kimberly get some
"Like that?" Gabby gasped. "You're gonna make her
sleep like that?" She tore her eyes from the floor
show to Lynda's glowering face, and blushed.
"M-mistress. You're gonna make her sleep like that,
Lynda continued gazing at Gabby's flustered face for several
seconds, then smiled at Alicia, leaned close, and whispered in
her ear. "The element of uncertainty adds a certain spice
to the slave's experience. Don't you agree?"
Her eyes on Kimberly, Alicia nodded. "Yes, Mistress," she
"Please," Lynda chuckled, "call me Lynda." She kissed
Alicia's closest cheek. "After all, we're both
Alicia nodded (and blushed). She continued gazing at
Kimberly's slow, deliberate, futile struggles.
Lynda stood, stepped around Alicia to Gabby's side, took a firm
but gentle grip on her blond locks, and "helped" her to her
"Oh!" Gabby gasped. She watched as Lynda picked up her
gown and stepped behind her back. "Oh!" she gasped,
again. Lynda had arranged her arms so they were folded
behind her back, forearm touching forearm, and now she was
wrapping the gown around her arms and hands.
Alicia watched with a broad smile. As bondage went, the
wrapped gown was largely symbolic, but Gabby with her arms
folded and "bound" behind her back was a delicious
sight. And the vision was enhanced as Lynda stooped and
picked up Gabby's bikini-panties, then stuffed them in the
naked, shivering blonde's mouth.
Lynda shook a warning finger in Gabby's blushing face.
"Spit that out or free your arms without permission from your
mistress, and I'll punish you myself. Understand?"
Gabby nodded, rather frantically.
Alicia smiled. Adorable. Then, Lynda offered
her a hand and helped her to her feet. "Thank you for a
delicious meal and an entertaining demonstration," Alicia said.
"My pleasure," Lynda purred as she led her guests to the studio
Alicia stepped into her shoes and watched as Lynda did the
same. Then, their hostess picked up Gabby's open-toed
heels, stepped behind the naked "captive," and placed the shoe's
heel straps in Gabby's fingers, left and right, where they
emerged from the wrapped gown. Gabby curled her fingers
and clutched her shoes.
"Next time," Lynda said as they crossed the studio threshold,
"I'll show you my hogtie." She flicked a switch, plunging
the studio into darkness, then closed the door and led her
guests down the hallway to the entryway. Kimberly remained
behind in the pitch black studio, of course.
Hogtie, Alicia thought as Lynda opened her massive front
"You shouldn't worry about anyone seeing your slave," Lynda said
to Alicia, "not at this time of night." She gazed at
Gabby's naked, "helpless," embarrassed form. "Besides,
she's only a slave." She kissed Alicia's lips.
"Until tomorrow, Alicia. Goodnight."
"Tomorrow, Lynda," Alicia agreed with a shy smile, then returned
the kiss. "Goodnight."
Lynda closed the door (ignoring Gabby), and Alicia smiled at her
"bound and gagged" Slave. Gabby was beautiful, and her
expression was priceless. "You go first," Alicia
purred. "I know a Slave is supposed to walk behind
her mistress, but I can't ogle your naked body unless you lead
Her mouth stuffed with her own panties, Gabby's expression was
difficult to read, but clearly she was embarrassed and
amused, and possibly aroused. The twinkle in her eyes
was... ambiguous. So, which was it?
All of the above, Alicia decided. I'll settle
for all of the above. She pulled Gabby into a tight
embrace and kissed her lips.
Gabby's eyes popped wide and she yelped through her voluntary
A sly smile curling her lips, Alicia released Gabby's naked,
shivering body, then gestured towards the sidewalk. "Go."
Gabby stepped off and Alicia followed, still smiling and her
gaze on Gabby's bare feet, long legs, dimpled buttocks, and
strong back. Alicia was glad she kept herself in good
shape, because her heart was still hammering.
The journey back to their shared room continued. Gabby's
naked, "helpless" figure passed in and out of shadow as they
passed light post after light post.
Lynda's prediction was correct. They had the sidewalks to