Chapter One

 

Alexandra Markham-Spencer had been raised by very strict parents to be seen and not heard, to be polite and respectful at all times, most especially to her elders and anyone in a position of authority.

She had gone to very strict private schools which enforced a severe sense of modesty and dignity on the young women who were the daughters of old line money. Pride was discouraged, except for pride in accomplishments and family.

Her schools taught an appreciation for art, poetry, formal dancing, ballet, opera, and classical music, while actively discouraging other forms of art, such as rock music. Internet use was strictly censored. Foul language was punishable by being given sharp blows from a strap across the bare palms of the young ladies' hands.

The school uniform was a dress which had a high neck, and extended to the ankles, beneath which were flat heeled shoes. Underwear was required to be modest, and white. Lace was banned.

So was television, except for documentaries.

The school, then, in keeping with the wishes of her parents, had done everything possible to produce a demure, modest, dignified young woman with no interest in passing fads of fashions, and who would defer to her elders in her decisions.

They had failed. Oh, she understood - she could not have failed to understand - what was expected of her, of course. She even agreed with it, sort of, most of the time, though sometimes hesitantly and not without reservations.

Alexander was a product of her times, however, and could not be entirely divorced from them. The amount of sex in popular culture, in television, radio, on billboards, in magazines, was simply overwhelming. Almost all of it was aimed at the triumphant celebration of lithe, healthy, beautiful, shapely young women who, for the most part, closely resembled what she saw in the mirror each day.

The school ensured a very strong dedication to physical fitness. The well-to-do had no interest in their daughters looking overweight and unkempt. So Alexandra was fit and toned, athletic, and graceful in her movements, and filled with the joy of life one might reasonably expect of a girl not yet twenty.

She loved to move! And from that, her interest in dancing flowed naturally. Nor was it the slow, elegant classical dances she had been taught at school. Lexi's dancing was a wild, unrestrained thing which allowed her to give full vent to the energy and long-legged, supple strength of her young body.

Lexi could do cartwheels without effort, even backward, and could leap upward, flinging her legs forward and up, and do a full somersault in mid-air to land nimbly on her feet - usually.

Now that she was finished school it was no longer possible for her parents to monitor her as closely, nor did they feel the need. If she left the house, clad demurely, on a trip to meet a girlfriend to attend a play, they would show no suspicion or doubt that perhaps she might wind up at a nightclub clad in what to them would be a shockingly immodest outfit while wildly dancing with strange and unsuitable young men.

Alexandra was, after all, to all outward appearance, a fine, upstanding, dignified, and intelligent young lady who her parents were proud to show off. Unlike, say, her reprobate brother, who was always getting into trouble.

And in fact, the outward appearance was perfectly correct. Alexandra was all of those things... usually. In fact, she was normally a shy and demure young lady. She was thoughtful, kind and gentle, and respectful of others, especially her elders.

But there was an irrepressible energy in Alexandra, Lexi to her friends, which kept seeking outlets. And however modest she might be, she was not immune to the affect she had on men. She could not be. Nor was she ignorant of the desire they had for her. Some might hide it, out of politeness, but others expressed their appreciation for her in ways which were at times embarrassingly obvious in their naked desire.

At first she had taken a secret, delicious, if uncomfortable delight in that attention, in that... appreciation, flattered, despite how any sense of pride in her appearance was discouraged. But as the years had gone on it had been impossible to not realize just what was on the minds of boys, and then men, when they saw her.

They wanted her. They wanted her physically. They wanted to wrap their arms around her, to feast their eyes upon her naked flesh, to touch her everywhere! And they wanted it with a desperate, obsessive need and hunger which was both daunting and flattering.

It was like... like she was a little lamb, and they were all starving wolves!

And however much her private schools had tried, she and the other girls were able to pool their knowledge and experiences into a relatively accurate picture of reality as far as society at large was concerned.

Nor had she been completely without experience with boys, though it was true that her experiences had been much less than they would have been in a normal school. She had learned more about sex than the school's sex education classes would ever have conveyed.

She had learned it on holidays, and field trips, and from other girls. The school would no-doubt have been horrified to discover the lesbian experimentation which some of their students had undertaken, not to mention their discussions of and exploration for how to perform oral sex on a man - through the use of various substitutes for the object in question.

Lexi had been fully dressed in the school uniform when she had first performed that particular act on a real live boy, and had undertaken it not so much out of lust or romance but out of an interest in experimentation and self-education. She wanted to know how it was done, after all.

Her experimental subject, Adam, who worked part-time as a gardener, had performed a number of such educational attempts during her last two years at school, and she had, she thought, perfected the art to her satisfaction.

She had refused his attempts at further developing her sexual abilities, for she was a romantic, and had liked the idea of 'saving herself' for marriage, at least, then she had. She had grown considerably less certain of the wisdom of that since. Besides which she was far too shy and modest to have him see her naked.

Alexandra lived with her parents in a sprawling oceanfront home on the cliffs north of San Diego. It was a very modern home, or had been in the nineteen eighties, when it had been constructed, built of a concentric series of oval shaped sections on different levels, all with high ceilings and massive windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

The house was anchored to the cliffs eighty feet above where the waves crashed over the rugged rocks and coastline below. Above and just behind it lay a large swimming pool done in a natural style with salt water, surrounded by brush, palm trees, and waterfalls.

It was quite a private area, especially when her parents weren't home and when Maria, the maid, was off. There was no sensible reason not to enjoy the warm sun and cool waters nude. But she had been raised to be modest, and her parents would have been aghast.

Which was why, as she lay back nude on the chaise lounge, rather than feeling languidly comfortable, Alexandra was gripped by a sense of excitement, of the daring and dangerous feeling that she was doing something wicked, which would be properly and strictly punished if anyone found out!

She had convinced herself that she was not being immodest, but rather, practical, in getting an all-over tan. Not a deep tan, of course, which would have been unhealthy, but simply a soft, golden glow similar to her peers.

Nor was she being sexual when she had carefully spread the suntan lotion over her body, despite the helpless excitement she felt at the soft, downy feel of her own smooth, young flesh against the sensitive tips of her fingers.

But she felt sexual.

She was naked, outdoors, which was a wicked thing, to her mind, and the tactile pleasure of caressing her now slick, warm skin was something she could not ignore, especially when her hands massaged the lotion into her firm young breasts - her nipples already very hard.

Touching herself there had, of course, been forbidden as far back as she could remember, and so doing so brought its own sense of breathless wickedness as she carefully ran her fingers under and around the firm warm flesh, following the contours of her own body, gently lifting and squeezing them, then feeling them bounce ever so slightly as she released them.

Her nipples felt very hard! They seemed to tingle.

Spreading the lotion down between her legs had produced its own breathless sense of tactile pleasure, of course. The girls at her school had kept up with fashion, no matter what the school might wish, and as they had aged, their interest in the deliciously colorful and erotic nature of modern lingerie had grown, perhaps grown more strongly than otherwise because it was forbidden.

Which meant that by the time she had graduated she had a collection of lingerie which her parents never could have guessed at, and which had only grown larger since then. It was lacy, silky, satiny, and sexy, and some of it, at least, pretty much demanded she be denuded of hair.

This was even more easy to accomplish when she'd gone to a salon for permanent hair removal on her legs, and, unbeknownst to her parents, simply had them move their efforts higher up her legs than her parents needed to know about.

That had been horribly embarrassing! But it had also been worth it. For Lexi, despite the best efforts of her school and parents, took a great deal of pride in how she looked, even naked, even if no one else saw her naked.

So as her slippery fingers spread the lotion downward across her trim abdomen and between her shapely thighs, she sucked in a breath of air at the pleasure she felt as her fingers stroked downward across the line of her sex, spreading the lotion up and down, which meant arousing her clitoris to the point it throbbed even more than her nipples.

She spread the lotion over the rest of her body, and even her face, with her glossy brown hair pulled up and back behind her, and lay baking under the sun, while simmering in the delicious grip of sexual arousal.

She listened to the radio, she read a book, and she enjoyed being young, healthy, beautiful, rich, and largely carefree as she looked out on the pool to one side, and the ocean on the other.

It was most unlikely her parents or brother or Maria would show up, but being a careful girl, her towel was beneath her, of course, and her bikini next to her, and she listened very carefully for any stray sounds, like the sound of the rake she had propped against the door anyone would have to come out back through, the door which was down a flight of stairs.

And that precaution, which she had considered largely unnecessary anyway, would have worked fine, were it not for the music.

Were it not for Gracia Fernandez, whose video on MTV featured the scantily clad young singer in very little clothing, dancing wildly and energetically across a football field, and culminating in her gripping one of the bars of the football goal posts and swinging around it as if it were a stripper pole.

The song had a delicious beat to it, which appealed to her love of movement, and it got Lexi out of her chair and dancing across the interlock stones around the pool in a way which her parents would doubtless have thought far too sexual and immodest even were she wearing clothing.

There was a flagpole nearer the edge, and as she twisted and undulated to the music, swinging her arms and spinning around and around, she caught on it as a substitute for the football goalpost - for a stripper pole, and danced herself over there, then swung excitedly around it.

The idea of Alexandra, who was, despite her secret delight in her own sexuality and beauty, extremely shy and modest, ever becoming a stripper was laughable. Despite that, it was a dark and delicious delight to imagine herself one, as she slid her thighs around the pole and ground herself erotically against it.

She rolled her hips and bottom back as if dancing on a stage, moving in time to the music, breathless at the feel of her still-slick, warm sex as she ground herself against the warm metal pole.

She did not hear the sound of the rake hitting the ground, but as she ground and rolled her hips, her hands overhead, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and froze! Aghast, she saw Maria come out from beneath the overhang, her back, fortunately, to Lexi.

Maria's only modesty was based not on society's expectations but on a very, very strict Catholicism, and she agreed completely with Alexandra's parents on the behavior which was to be expected of young women. Getting found dancing naked by Maria was thus almost the same as being caught dancing naked by her parents, for she would certainly inform them of it.

Lexi darted to the side and flung herself on her belly behind a bush as the Hispanic woman went over and turned off the radio. The woman shook her head, no doubt at Lexi's thoughtlessness, then picked up the things Lexi had left behind, including her cell phone, and carried them back inside.

Lexi, of course, was horrified, and couldn't imagine why the woman had come back so soon! Worse, how was she herself going to get inside now without Maria spotting her!? Her feverish mind worked that problem over for long minutes as she crouched naked behind the bush.

Maria didn't reappear, at least, not until Lexi heard the sound of an engine. She eased forward and peered over the edge of the building to see Maria's car pulling out of the parking lot and heading up the road.

She scurried back, still filled with anxiety, hoping Maria hadn't come home with her parents or her brother, and hurried over to the door.

Which was tightly locked.

Now what was she going to do!?

The house was designed to give glorious views of the ocean. There were no windows overlooking the pool, which was up high and behind it. The only way into the house from there was the door.

It was somewhere in the neighborhood of eleven O'clock. Her parents weren't due home before nightfall. She had no idea why Maria had shown up but Maria was now gone, which left Lexi gripped by the horrifying understand that she was locked out of her own home naked until nightfall at the very least.

There were no towels, nor anything else available to cover herself with.

A logical young woman, Lexi considered her options. The best available was to get into the garage. She could do that using the key pad, for she had the combination. She would find something there to cover herself with, and there was a phone. She could call Annie, her friend, who would mock her ruthlessly, but would hurry over to help.

The problem was getting to the garage. The sides were far too steep for her to climb down, especially naked. The only way she could see would be to climb up the slope of the hill to the top, then make her way along it, over the fence, and then down the more gradual slope which she could follow to the driveway and the quiet road it led to.

Getting over the fence wouldn't be easy, or perhaps it would. There was a stepping stool propped against the far wall Miguel used to water the hanging plants. She picked it up and carried it awkwardly up the sloping hillside, then along the edge to the fence, placed it there, opened it, and then climbed up the three steps.

Now the fence was up to her chest. It was a simple thing for an athletic girl like Lexi to grip it firmly, leap up, and get a foot on the top, then very carefully ease her way up and over without getting scratched by one of the spikes.

That done, and crouching low, she started along the edge of the hillside to where she could begin to angle downward. The hillside was mostly bare, though there were scruffy green bushes here and there along it. She misjudged just how steep the hill was, however, now that she was closer to it.

In bare feet, on rough stone, her footing was uneven, and she had to move slowly. The thought of tumbling down the hillside naked was too appalling to take the risk. Now that she could assess thing from up close she decided she had best keep moving along the top of the hillside until she found a place where the angle was safer.

That was bringing her closer and closer to the neighboring home. It had been empty for a long time, however, so she wasn't terribly worried. In fact, as she got closer, she saw that her safest approach would be to hop the fence there, which was simply stone, as opposed to the black spiked metal of her own family's home, and then walk down the driveway.

She did this, feeling hyper-aware of every sound around her, heart thumping with fear of discovery, gripped by a sense of amazement that she had let herself get into this ridiculous mess in the first place!

She slid over the fence with a grunt, scraping her left breast a little on the rough stone, then landed on mercifully soft grass and padded downward to the driveway. She had almost reached it when a dog barked nearby. Her head spun around and she gasped to see a large German Shepherd staring at her, growling!

She ran down the driveway, and the dog barked even more angrily and gave chase! Squealing in fear, she ran to the end of the driveway and fetched up in some despair against a tall gate! She turned at bay, gasping in fear as the dog raced up to her, barking madly and growling!

"Duke!"

She gasped, raising her eyes, to see a man coming out a side door, snapping his fingers at the dog as he looked at her.

At her with her back pressed against the gate naked!

She screamed again and dropped low, bringing her knees up against her chest and trying to hide behind them.

He was a big man, with broad shoulders, a bluff, square jawed face, and dark gray eyes. He also had very long reddish blonde hair which fell around his shoulders. He was wearing a gray tank top with an open shirt over it, over jeans. And he had a baseball bat in his hand.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" he asked in accented English.

Alex stared back at him with wide eyes, speechless in her embarrassment and anxiety.

The dog barked and lunged closer.

"Duke!" the man snapped.

The dog turned and slunk back at the stern tone to his voice.

"Well?" he demanded. "Private property laws in the United States are, I believe, so ridiculously severe I can literally kill you for trespassing, can't I?"

Alex continued to stare, frozen, like a deer in the headlights of a large truck, and the man snorted, then tossed the bat down and came over to stand before her, looming above her like a giant!

"Who in blazes are you and why are you prancing about like Lady bloody Godiva on my expensively purchased property?"

"I-I-I... didn't mean to!" she blurted.

His eyebrows raised.

"You accidentally fell across the wall, did you? Pull the other one, girl. Maybe I should arrest you, make one of those citizens arrests. It'll make all the papers and I'll be a hero for bravely arresting the nudist burglar who's been terrorizing the coast."

Lexi gaped at him, open mouthed.

"Well?"

He tsked and reached down for her. Lexi squealed but he gripped her forearm in his big hand and yanked her to her feet, then bent and heaved her straight up across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She wiggled wildly until a sharp slap to her bottom made her yelp in pain.

"Settle down, burglar," he said, turning and carrying her from the gate.

"Put me down! I'm not a burglar!" she cried, slapping at his back.

Crack! His hand slapped her bottom sharply again and she yelped once more!

"Ow! That hurts!"

"It's supposed to bloody hurt, you bloody silly girl," he said gruffly, carrying her along and around a corner.