Prologue

 

The fire in her buttocks still burned, she still panted with exhaustion, frustration, passion and above all, sheer wanton lust! Through all that, through everything that had brought her to this, here, today, one bright, searing reality thrust through her like a burnished steel rod.

She wanted him!

Here, now, like this. She longed for him inside her, taking her in any way. She would never, could never, deny him anything. Her hips had begun to push forward and back involuntarily, beyond her control, thrusting and thrusting.

"Teri?" the question was in his voice.

"Yes."

"There's one more thing."

"Yes!"

Silently pleading, longing, her hips undulating, legs trembling and breasts quivering with desire.

She felt him moving closer behind her, scared to even breathe in case she disturbed this moment.

"P,p,p,please...." she stuttered in a choking little voice, still remaining open and poised for him. "Please." It was almost a sob.

As the door had slammed shut after the departing Miss Canne, Teri had remained still, holding the position, splayed wide, every detail of her most private parts on open display to Him. That maddening man who had put her through so much, taken her to heights she didn't know existed, made her so angry, indignant, ashamed, tormented.

She felt his clothing against her buttocks, heard his zip and his fumbling haste.

Her mouth was dry and unable to utter anything but a choked sob, she felt his penis hot against her open lips, the gentle push as he entered her, the massive surge of desire and glorious pleasure, the sharp little pain and another surge of joy as she knew she was no longer a virgin, the increasing speed and pressure of his thrusts deeper into her, desperately failing to keep still and pushing back against him as the supreme climax built inside her, overwhelming all her senses and feelings with lust and joy and glorious...glorious...shattering orgasm that went on forever, until her knees finally gave way and they collapsed together onto the floor in a panting, laughing, orgasmic heap.

Later, lying side by side on the thick carpet in his study, exhausted after he had tenderly made love to her again, Teri asked what the proposition was that he and his sister were going to put to her.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I want you to be my secretary. Would you like that?"

She laughed until she had to run naked to the loo, shouting, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" at the top of her voice.

Chapter 1

 

Some weeks earlier, in a small park on the outskirts of a pretty village in Western France an innocent, virgin girl had been taking her lunch in the warm sunshine.

She had finished eating and drunk her little bottle of wine (a great treat!) and was now lying on the grass in the deserted park, half asleep.

Teri was enjoying the heat of the early summer sun, but regretting the fact that she had worn a light sweater that morning. It had been a little chilly when she'd left home and she hadn't expected it to become so hot. She was glad, however, that she had left off her bra, and was quietly pleased that she didn't really need one anyway!

She'd always been fascinated by her own breasts, ever since they had begun to appear.

During her first tentative explorations of the strange changes that were happening to her body when she 'Got her kit for Christmas' as her mother called it, she quickly discovered that they were a surprising source of pleasure!

She had loved soaping them under the shower, loved the teasing tingles that the shower jets produced against the sweetly tender new swellings. She enjoyed the sensations of different fabrics brushing against them as she walked along. Silk, wool, cotton. Sometimes she would find herself deliberately walking more briskly, or putting a bounce into her stride just to increase the lovely feelings.

Her nipples grew to be particularly sensitive.

They became the focus of this strange new pleasure, hardening and protruding in a most embarrassing but delicious way.

By the time she had left school at 18 and joined the Estate Agents where she worked she knew the secret!

She knew why her breasts and nipples gave her such pleasure, and she knew a little of other, deeper, darker pleasures that she was yet, at nearly twenty, to experience!

She knew, too, that she was a little different. Not all her friends experienced the warm, tingling pleasures from their breasts as she did from hers.

She was daydreaming, listening to the sounds around her, the trickle of the stream nearby, the distant sounds of lawnmowers and hedge clippers, birds singing, bees buzzing, the occasional car passing, but still no one shared her little park.

She glanced at her watch, still forty minutes before she had to be back at work. She lay back again, feeling hotter than ever.

She lifted the hem of her jumper and flapped it gently to send a draught over her tummy and up to her breasts, savouring the feel of the cooler air.

She raised her jumper further, as far as she dared, to expose her midriff, but now the jumper had bunched under her breasts, making them even hotter. She lifted the jumper to allow some more air inside.

It was a nice, slightly sexy feeling. She glanced around to make sure she was alone, and lifted the jumper over her breasts, leaving them completely exposed. She lay back again, feeling very daring, a little more sexy, and a little afraid.

 

Gradually she relaxed and lay back with her arms above her head, her breasts totally bare to the sun. Feeling very sexy now, she plucked a long stalk of grass and began stroking it across her nipples, enjoying the slightly scratchy feeling and the beginnings of arousal.

Her nipples began to perk. She scrabbled around for a few more strands of the rough grass, making herself drag them slowly over her nipples and squirming a little from the scratchy, slightly painful pleasure. Suddenly an idea came unbidden into her head. She made a little bunch of the coarse grasses, deliberately not selecting smooth ones, and decided that she would stroke them one hundred times across each tender, pink nipple.

No matter how much it scratched she would force herself to accept it!

The idea took hold and made her feel excited.

As she counted each irritating and arousing stroke she began to imagine similar gentle self-tortures on other parts of her body, in other places and situations, perhaps even........

Suddenly she became aware that something had changed. It took her a moment to realise that the sound of hedge clipping had stopped. She lifted her head and was dismayed to see a man watching her from the other side of the hedge, less than ten metres away.

He was looking straight at her and could probably even see her knickers as one knee had flopped sideways as she lounged.

She gasped, threw away the grass and made to pull her jumper down, but he extended both palms and in a quiet but somehow compelling voice said,

"No!"

She paused, embarrassed, feeling silly, blushing furiously, but didn't cover herself.

He looked at her breasts, a complete stranger in a public park, and against all her instincts she was enjoying it. Shaking her head, as if to come back to reality, she moved to cover herself again, but before her nipples disappeared under the jumper he again said "No!" in that quiet tone of command. He extended his hands towards her and made a lifting gesture with both of them, then pointed to her legs and made a 'parting' gesture. She hesitantly obeyed, lifting both knees and letting them fall apart, feeling ridiculous but unwilling to end what was becoming a very erotic moment.

She even lifted the jumper a little more. Her nipples were now quite proud and she was conscious of them prickling.

"Come here, but keep your top just as it is!"

Again the tone of quiet command which she found impossible to resist.

Feeling very foolish and embarrassed, but very sexy, she struggled to her knees and then to her feet. She was now standing in full view of anyone passing or entering the park, with her jumper held high and her breasts fully exposed. She couldn't hope to cover them in time, but somehow that knowledge only served to heighten the excitement. With trembling knees she slowly started to walk towards the stranger. She could feel the slight sway of her bare breasts as she moved.

It was so embarrassing.

Apart from a couple of fumbling boyfriends, no-one had ever seen them, and she had most certainly never presented them like this to a complete stranger.

Unlike most of her friends, she'd never even gone topless at the beach, always afraid that her rather wayward nipples would give her away.

Somehow she continued to be drawn towards him, her nipples shamelessly hardening and protruding with blatant arousal, and she realised she was now longing for him to touch them. The erotic daydreams she had been toying with a few moments ago, forcing herself to do things to herself, being forced to do things by someone else, were almost coming true.

This couldn't be happening.

Daydreaming sexy thoughts was one thing. Actually doing it was something else entirely, but it was very exciting, she had to admit.

And perhaps it was what she had always wanted. Perhaps.

He was older than she, maybe thirty-five, dressed in gardening clothes, but he didn't look like a gardener. She briefly wondered what a gardener was supposed to look like.

He was taller than she was, stockily built, like a sportsman, perhaps a rugby player. He looked strong.

Well-tanned, clearly an outdoor type. Something in his eyes fascinated her.

He had moved along the hedge a little, to a short gap where only a wide-meshed wire fence separated the park from what she now saw was a driveway to a house further away. He stood quite still, hands by his sides, watching her slow, nervous approach. She still held her sweater high, her breasts jutting before her with their now burning nipples. She ached for them to be touched.

"Closer!"

His quiet instruction now quite definitely took on the character of a command. An exciting, erotic command which she had to, wanted to, obey. Another step, her breasts almost touching the fence, his hands still maddeningly by his sides. She had fully expected him to have reached through and taken hold of them by now.

"Again!"

She stepped forward and her breasts were now pressing against the cold wires of the fence.

"Push them through!"

She swallowed, not sure what was happening, knees trembling with fear and anticipation.

"Wha....?"

"Be Quiet! Step forward and push your breasts through the square gaps in the wire!"

Shaking now with arousal, fear, embarrassment and delicious anticipation, she obeyed. Her chest was now firmly pressed against the cold, slightly rough, wire, her breasts framed, isolated and vulnerable, by the square wire gaps, her nipples now even more prominent.

"Keep still!" His voice was now more assertive, more commanding. She nodded, almost fainting. Her eyes locked onto his.

Suddenly he took hold of each nipple between finger and thumb. The shock was almost electric. She made a little involuntary squeaking groan in her throat as the wave of pleasure flooded through her. Knees trembling, she was now glad of the support the fence offered, and she began to sag against it as his fingers and thumbs played remorselessly. Stroking, tweaking, twisting, rubbing, over and around her burning, aching nipples, across her small pale areola, across her breasts, so that the whole of her chest seemed to be awash with erotica.

"Stand up straight, keep still!"

She had involuntarily begun to sag with the sheer pleasure of it all when his voice snapped her into full awareness again. She straightened and his grip on her breasts tightened. Being fully aware again only served to sharpen the wonderful sensations which were flooding her body now, making it ever more difficult to keep her knees rigid.

"Let go of your top," he said. "Lift your skirt and spread your feet apart!"

Still the incessant sweet torment of her breasts went on. She tried to look around to make sure that there were no witnesses to her shamefully blissful behaviour.

"Keep still! Look at me!"

She snapped her eyes round to his again, as her hands fumbled for the hem of her light cotton summer skirt. She lifted the front of it, sliding it up the fence and feeling the cold rough wires against her thighs.

"Higher! Up to your waist! Open your legs!"

The orders were now snapping out rapidly, while the attention to her breasts never ceased, indeed seemed to be getting stronger, almost painful. But such sweet pain!

Almost of their own volition, her feet parted immediately, far wider than she would ever have considered decent, as her hands lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist.

Without even looking down, he took both hands from her breasts and instantly began pulling her panties away from her skin, pulling them down over the tops of her legs, over her bottom and pushing them on down until they would go no further, fully stretched by the spread of her thighs.

Her body was now totally free for him to explore. She was aroused beyond anything she had ever imagined, by a complete stranger, in a public park, in her lunch hour. It was ridiculous! Unbelievable! What the hell was going on?? She should just tell him where to go, and get out of there fast!

But try as she might, she couldn't. She was trembling and shaking now, less from fear than from arousal more than anything else. She longed for his touch everywhere at once, she just wanted this to go on and on....

"Lift your whole skirt" he commanded quietly.

"I, what?"

"Your skirt, it's covering your bottom. Lift it," he almost breathed the command into her ear.

"But, but"

"Lift it!" he ordered, louder now. "I want you to be nude to anyone who happens to pass by!"

"Oh,but, I, er." she choked on her words as he pinched her nipples hard.

She let out a little cry of pain and quickly bunched her skirt into her hands, revealing her naked bottom to anyone who might wander into the park. She was now more or less naked in public.

Every private part of her body was available to view by anyone who cared to look.

But wasn't this exactly what she had been daydreaming about? Wasn't this what she had dreamt about for longer than she cared to admit to herself?

Between her legs she was wet, soaking, shamefully wet. His fingers began a slow, maddeningly slow, exploration. Along the sides of her pussy lips, inside them, deeper. Her breath was now coming in pants and gasps, she had to let go of the skirt and her fingers were now entangled in the wire mesh of the fence, grasping it for support. His fingers probing ever deeper, her breathing becoming more laboured as she knew she was going to have her first real orgasm.

There was no retreat from his devilish fingers. Oh the shame, the utter shame, an orgasm to a stranger in a park.

The fingers of his right hand found her clitoris at the same time as the other hand took one of her breasts and twisted the nipple viciously. Her clitoris and her tormented nipple cried out together as she was flooded with wave after wonderful wave of piercing pleasure, her knees gave way, tears ran down her cheeks and she collapsed sobbing in a heap of joyous fulfilment.

After a few minutes, still glowing all over, the reality of her situation began to intrude upon her consciousness again.

Dishevelled, breasts exposed, panties around her knees, hair a mess, makeup streaked and late for work! She began to laugh. She looked up at him, still standing there, unmoved. She knew this wasn't a one-off, it couldn't be. She had no idea who he was, but she knew she had to see him again.

And she knew she would obey!

He spoke.

"In two days you will take the whole afternoon off. Be here at 1300 precisely. Wear only four items apart from shoes. Panties, bra, blouse with buttons, and a loose skirt. What's your name?"

She heard herself mumble "Teri"

He nodded, picked up his hedge clippers and walked away.