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 ï>¿Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 10)

   Had she been thinking clearly, she would have focused her energies, and
her right hand, on untying one of the knots immobilizing her.  Surely with
a calm, concerted effort, she could have figured out how to get herself
loose.  But stricken with panic at finding herself in a naked predicament
in a public place, her mind demanded she give the sudden loss of clothing
her full attention.

   With her left hand attached uselessly to the netting above her, she only
had one hand free to try and get to her sarong.  She stretched her right
hand as far as she could but was simply too high off the ground to reach
it. The white and red cover-up, her only article of clothing, was lying in
a heap just below her naked dangling body, almost taunting her.

   Desperately, she thrashed her whole body again and again in an attempt
to somehow extend or drop herself a little lower.  She looked like some
sexy little mermaid who had just traded her tail in for human legs.  But
instead of meeting some handsome prince and living happily ever after, she
had managed to get her naked body entangled in a fisherman's net.  A
spotlight had formerly shined upon the lovely mermaids advertising barnacle
guard.  They were now overshadowed by the newest attraction at Riviera
Dave's Bait Shop: the naked catch of the day!

   Her flat stomach sucked in and out partially from the exertion and
partially from her panicked out-of-control breathing.  If she wasn't
careful, she was going to hyperventilate.  She had to keep pushing her
blonde hair out of her face with her one free hand.  But hanging at an
awkward sideways angle, every time she looked down to spot the sarong, some
unruly strands would tumble wildly out of control.  She grunted in
frustration after her vision got obscured one too many times.  That girl
really needed a hairband or something.

   Every muscle on her fit body flexed with effort.  But she was no match
for Sailor Dave's knots and her clothing prize remained just out of reach.
Her little bare toes were too cute in the way they scrambled for purchase
on the linoleum floor.  Surely, at some point, she would get the bright
idea to use her right foot to grasp the sarong with her toes and lift it up
to her hand, I thought.  I decided I had better act now and remove the
temptation before she figured that one out.

   But before I made my move, I paused to admire her alluring naked form
from a distance.  Her right foot was stretched into a point, like a dancer
poised mid-pirouette.  The calf and thigh muscles of her right leg were
utter perfection.  She had taken up jogging as a hobby in the hopes of
making the track team someday and her young, classically sculpted legs were
a natural result.

   Her left leg was folded in half by the nefarious rope, but I was still
able to appreciate where her legs joined together.  As I approached, my
gaze remained trained directly between her legs.  Her left leg was hiked up
above the rest of her sideways body, causing her thighs to be hopelessly
spread in a very unladylike fashion.  Her unprotected pussy spread open
wide as a result, exposing every intimate detail of her developing
womanhood.

   I had seen more than a few glimpses of her little flower since she began
developing down there.  So, believe it or not, I was actually more
enthralled by a different opening at that particular moment.  Despite all
the times I had seen my sister naked, I couldn't recall ever seeing her
with her legs spread.  And for the first time in my life, I saw her cute
little wrinkled asshole peeking out at me.  Damn if that girl didn't
somehow manage to even make an asshole look adorable!

   Lucy's fighting spirit faded.  Either she was tiring, or she was coming
to accept the futility of the struggle.  She drooped lifeless for a moment
with her right hand hanging straight down in defeat.  She allowed all her
muscles to relax, only her right leg remained flexed, keeping her big toe
anchored to the ground to reduce the dizzying sway.  Hanging sideways, the
outer curve of her perky right boob was slightly lower than the rest of her
still heaving chest.  Her pink nipples stood proud and stiff, another
humiliating reminder of her total nakedness.  And of course, even relaxed,
her pink flower sat fully bloomed and on display.

   Her wild eyes perked up when she saw me approaching.  It was as if she
had temporarily forgotten about me and was relieved to be reminded of my
existence.  Her cheeks were flushed, either from so much exertion with her
head almost upside-down or from embarrassment at being stuck hanging naked;
probably some mixture of both.  Then she noticed I was staring between her
legs, and quickly moved to cover her nakedness with the only thing she had
left to use, her free hand.  She held her hand clamped tightly over her
pussy in a desperate attempt to preserve a tiny scrap of modesty.  This new
pose somehow made her look even more humiliated than before.

   "Mikey, quick!  Get me down!  He's going to hurrrt meeeee!" she
squealed.

   "Now, Goosey," I admonished, "You heard Mr.  Dave, he's just going to
help you get a nice, close shave.  Don't you worry.  I wouldn't let him
hurt you."

   Any fleeting thoughts that I was here to help were dashed.  But her
disappointment turned back into hope when she saw me pick up her sarong and
shake it out.

   "Yes!" she cried, "Quick!  At least put my wrap back on before he comes
back."

   "Your wrap?" I said, teasingly.  "I believe it was our souvenir money
that paid for this stupid thing.  So, that would make it our wrap."

   For the second time in a matter of seconds, her hopes were dashed, and
even incapacitated as she was, I could still detect her naked shoulders
slumping in defeat.

   "I will make you a deal, though," I offered in trade, "you be on your
best behavior when Mr.  Dave gets back.  Hold real still and do whatever he
asks, ok?  And when he's done, I will consider letting you wear your wrap
for a while.  Deal?"

   She nodded her head vigorously.  What else choice did she have?

   I patted her on the head with a patronizing "good girl".  As I started
to fold up her sarong, an extremely small movement caught my eye, and I
looked down to investigate.  The fingers of her right hand were making the
tiniest little motion.  It was so subtle I might have missed it if I didn't
know what I was looking at.  But my practiced eye could tell immediately
that Lucy --was pleasuring herself!  It's kind of a long story, but I had
watched her masturbate before, more than once, and I recognized her
technique, no matter how covert.

   "Lucy Marie Jenkins," I chastised with my face screwed up in
disapproval, "you know you're not allowed to play with yourself while
you're in the middle of a dare!"

   "Mikey, no!" she cried as she watched me walk over to the rope counter,
"it was an accident.  Please!"

   "Accident or no, you just can't be trusted." I said with a disappointed
shake of my head.  I could tell she wanted to argue, but she had no leg to
stand on.  Figuratively, I mean.  Technically, she was still standing on
one bare leg.  Well, more dangling than standing, but you get the point. 
Using one of the new knots Sailor Dave had just taught me, I made a loop in
the rope and walked up to her.

   She tensed up initially, looking like she was going to try and resist.
But she was trapped with no way to run away and very few options.  I held
the rope up menacingly like I was going to spank her bare leg with it if
she didn't comply.  I didn't even have to go through with the threat.  She
yelped then immediately held out her one remaining free wrist in total
acquiescence.

   I tightened the loop around her wrist then looked around for the perfect
spot on the net to immobilize her hand as punishment.  I decided, for
symmetry, to extend her arm straight out beside her.  Now, if her two hands
were hands on a clock, she was signaling 9:00!  Each of her limbs were more
or less pointing in a different direction that way.

   With both arms now outstretched, it left her armpits open and
unprotected.  With no way to fight back, I couldn -(TM)t resist to send my
hands sliding down her arms to her sides.  She let out an uncontrolled
giggle at my brief impromptu tickling.  But then she momentarily forgot
herself, closed her eyes, and shivered in delight when I let my fingers
roam onto the swell of her breasts and gently graze her engorged nipples.

   "Wait, where are you going?" she asked in surprise when she opened her
eyes again only to find me walking away from the clearing.  I turned back
to look at her.  Even from some distance away, I could see a new sheen of
slick moisture coating her naked pussy mound.  Her body's little factory
was finally up to temperature.  A little more pressure and she would be
churning out the most spectacular diamonds in no time.

   I almost thought it too much to leave her hanging alone and naked like
that with her body heating up and all her most intimate little girl parts
spread and exposed.  But I was on a roll.  I had to listen to my own
creative juices on the matter.  "I'm just going to do some browsing until
Mr.  Dave gets back with his kit.  You'll be fine," I replied.

   Turning with a wink, I added, "Just hang in there!" She didn't laugh at
my joke.  She looked like she wanted to whine and stomp her foot, but
instead could only resume struggling against her bonds with a greater
urgency.

   "NO, MIKEEEE!  Please?  You can't leave me here!" She cried out in real
alarm when I was almost out of sight, "What if someone else comes along and
sees...sees my....everything!"

   "You should have thought of that before you broke the rules and started
playing with yourself." I replied matter-of-factly, "just give them your
brightest Lucy smile in greeting.  They'll be so distracted by you flashing
your smile, maybe they won't even notice that you're flashing everything
else!"

   The last thing I heard as I walked out of range was a steady
high-pitched "Mikeeeeeeeeeee" until it was drowned out by the pleasant
store music coming from some speakers overhead.



   Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 11)

   I wasn't in the least bit interested in shopping, of course.  It was
just an excuse to clear her sarong from the area.  Instead, I made my way
around the department and found a spot in a nearby aisle where I could
covertly peek through some shelves unnoticed.

   I saw my naked sister still hanging right where I had left her, on
display and in the spotlight.  She would be very hard to miss were any
lucky shopper to happen by.  Without me around, she had given up whining
and had mostly stopped trying to shake herself free.  Forsaken and alone,
she only made occasional half-hearted liberation attempts.  She would use
different muscle groups each time in case some random untried combination
held the key to her escape.  But each cute flex of her muscles was thwarted
by the unyielding ropes holding her fast.

   She remained alert the whole time and jumped at every sound, no matter
how small.  Her wild eyes would look all around trying to identify the
source.  Her preservation instinct was in high gear and had to be wearing
on her poor little nerves.  Every motion or sound could mean her demeaning
predicament was no longer a secret.  It had to be only a matter of time
before some lucky shopper found her.

   Her attention was drawn to the unfortunate situation between her legs.
She was still feeling the effects of the recent manual stimulation down
there and her body had responded by producing even more moisture.  Unable
to use her hands, she instead raised her free leg to temporarily close her
thighs.  For a moment, she was able to bring her outer pussy lips together.
She made a much more demure and innocent sight this way.  Her young,
slightly plump mound formed into a thin line, curving to disappear between
her legs.  One of the softest places on her body had to be that adorable
little cleft at the very top of her pussy.

   Maybe it was the change in position.  Maybe lifting her right leg
improved blood circulation to her center.  Or maybe closing her thighs was
able to provide just a tiny amount of pressure and stimulation her sex
organs were aching for.  Whatever it was, it seemed to help with the
throbbing ache between her clenched thighs.  She let out a contented sigh
at the momentary relief.

   Unfortunately, despite her well-tone jogging muscles, keeping her
unsupported leg up next to the bound one for more than a few seconds proved
impossible.  As her strength faltered, she regretfully dropped her right
foot back to the ground.  Like opening the cover of the world's sexiest
book, her outer lips were drawn apart once again.  She could hide behind
whatever visage she thought would mask her inner struggle from the world.
But she could not hide the truth written all over those fleshy inner pages.

   Her juicy inner sanctum was shaded in darker pinks and wetness
overflowed to spread onto her mound and beyond.  The copious amounts of
moisture her aroused body was churning out had to go somewhere.  Every
passing breath of air playing coolly upon her newly moistened skin and
overheated flesh and made her squirm anew.

   Being utterly incapacitated, she could only thrust her pelvis uselessly
to meet the air.  The cruel open air responded with nothing more than
gentle kisses against her wanton naked sex.  Even her stiff nipples were
off limits and frustratingly out of her reach.

   She twisted and squirmed, trying everything to alleviate the ache in her
loins.  She worked the muscles of her core in an alluring rippling motion,
and I could make out something flexing within the recesses of her feminine
folds.  I was too far away to get a good look at it, but I wondered if
perhaps that was the elusive button I had been theorizing about; the one
that operated her diamond factory.

   It made sense to me that she would have specialized parts and muscles
down there.  I mean, As built differently as I was, I was somewhat able to
control my own equipment when I was excited (not that it's any of your
business).  But it was just a theory.  I thought maybe I could research it
further at the library when we got back from our vacation.

   After a rather unproductive session spent squirming and thrusting, she
grunted in frustration and paused.  She tossed her head to try and clear
the hair from her face.  That was only a marginally more successful effort.
She looked up and wiggled the toes of her bent left leg as if she were
trying to improve the blood circulation to her foot.  Her leg had been
hiked up above her head for some time now and I wondered if she was
starting to lose feeling in that extremity.

   The rope holding her did not look to have been tightened for cruelty and
she did not show any signs of painful distress.  Dave was quite effective
with his knots, but he was very efficient and did nothing unnecessarily. 
It wasn't biting into her flesh in any painful way that I could tell.  I
think she was just uncomfortable from being stuck in the same position for
so long.

   Her neck also appeared to be fatiguing from the strain of holding up her
head in such an awkward position.  In between frantic scans for intruders,
she would lower her head to rest it on her outstretched arm.  But she would
jump back to attention when some other phantom sound reached her ears.  It
was during one of those episodes, a short time later, when her luck ran out
and the poor little horny mermaid was finally discovered.



   Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 12)

   I couldn't have planned it any better if I had tried.  A fisherman, or
rather a boy, around Lucy's age came waltzing around the corner completely
unaware of the unbelievable scene that awaited him.  He looked every bit
the part.  He was wearing one of those beige vests covered in pockets.  He
even had a matching hat with lures hooked all over it.

   On cue, she raised her head to the sound of his approaching footfalls
like she had already done so many times before.  I think she was caught
off-guard when it wasn't a false alarm this time.  The boy was equally
surprised to find a cute naked girl hanging spread-eagle before him.

   His tall boots, which were made to grip slippery rocks, made a loud
squeaking sound as he skidded to a halt.  Lucy's eyes went as wide as
saucers, and she sucked in a sharp breath and held it.  They locked eyes
and stared in shock at each other for a few silent seconds; neither one
daring to even blink or breathe.

   Her unmatched beauty was apparent despite her unusual position and lack
of clothes; or maybe because of it.  Her piercing blue eyes shined brightly
and unblinking at him through her dangling strands blonde hair.  Her mouth
hung open as if she had been in the middle of speaking a word, but no words
came out.  If anything, her disheveled appearance may have contributed to
the idea that she really was some wild sea creature who had been hauled
ashore against her will.

   But her breasts would never be mistaken for a fish.  Her parted pussy
lips and playfully winking asshole left no doubt that she was all human and
all female.

   Suddenly, the store bell gonged loudly overhead and broke the stalemate.
The boy, who looked equally as scared at having encountered Lucy as she was
of him, unexpectedly spun around and bolted from sight.

   I could only guess at why he had run away.  Maybe her impressive naked
physiology was too much for him to take and scared him off.  If so, he
wouldn't be back.  But it was more likely he was running to tell someone
else what he had found.  In that case, he very well could come back with
any number of others in tow.  I suspected the second scenario the most
likely of the two.

   Lucy must have been thinking the same thing and had come to the same
conclusion.  If her secret shame was out, she didn't have any time to
waste. She began thrashing violently and with renewed urgency.  Now she
really did resemble a fish caught in a net desperate to somehow break free.

   She grunted through gritted teeth, lifting her free foot off the ground
once again and trying to kick the rope free from her other leg.  But that
accomplished nothing except to cause her to swing dizzyingly against the
netting and make her lightheaded.  She had to put her foot back down to
steady herself and keep from passing out.

   She continued trying everything else she could think of to avoid another
humiliating encounter with that boy.  If by some miracle she was able to
free herself, whomever the boy brought back would conclude he was telling
fantastical tales.  Perhaps they would look at the mermaids on the signage
selling barnacle guard and assume the boy's pubescent mind had produced a
fantasy and the naked girl caught in a net was nothing more than a figment
of his overactive imagination.

   Their meeting, no matter how humiliating, had been brief.  The only
thing that would make it worse would be for him to return and for Lucy to
be subjected to even more embarrassing exposure.  Poor girl.  Despite her
best efforts, nothing in the way of a last second escape transpired.  The
boy did return not much later dragging his big brother behind him.  And she
was not a figment of his imagination.  Despite all her thrashing, he
arrived to find the girl just as secured, just as spread open, and just as
naked as he had described it to his brother.  The only thing she had
managed to change in the interim was to make herself out of breath and even
more disheveled looking.

   When the two boys appeared, she stopped struggling and froze.  Her wide
eyes met the older boy who was enjoying his first sight of her humiliating
naked display.  The younger brother stood with a huge, satisfied smile on
his face, like he had just hauled in the biggest fish of the trip.

   The older brother looked to be at least my age or older - in his mid to
late teens.  He was dressed in exactly the same fisherman's outfit.  They
must have been here on some kind of family fishing trip.  He was tall and
strapping with a mop of slightly curly black hair.  I'm sure Lucy would
consider him cute.  In another setting, she would have been flirting and
fawning all over him.  But she was in no position to flirt.  No position to
do much of anything but hang there and exhibit her naked body -(TM)s every
secret for him.

   Defeated, she dropped her eyes to stare at the floor, letting her hair
fall to partially obscure her blushing face; the only form of privacy she
could summon.  But she could still feel their eyes roaming all over her
naked body, taking in every exposed inch of her burgeoning femininity,
especially her glistening pink flower.  She couldn't even stop it from
occasionally twitching from arousal.

   "Ahoy!" a voice barked at the group from out of nowhere.  Sailor Dave
had a knack for catching you by surprise.  I guess that was a valuable
talent for a fisherman to possess.  He was carrying a wide-mouthed metal
pail along with another package that had to be the shaving kit.

   "Sorry for the delay.  Gotta cast while they -(TM)re bitin'.  Had a
customer, a slick city busy-ness man - wants to impress a client.  Offered
me a few hundred dollars to make him look the part of a real fisherman. 
Only, he don't know the first thing about fishing.  Only way he's gonna end
the day with a fish is if he starts out the day with two, he-he!"

   Dave sat down his supplies before turning to greet the fan club Lucy
-(TM)s naked charms had attracted.

   "And who do we have here?" he asked, approaching the boys too quickly
for someone with such a crooked gait.  They were still a little overwhelmed
by the whole situation and when they didn't respond immediately, he filled
in the silence with his own narrative.

   "Silent type, eh?  Don't blame you.  Round here, you open your mouth,
you're libel to catch a hook, he-he!  I suppose you'll wanna be watching
the demonstration?"

   Any demonstration involving a naked tied-up girl, they would gladly
volunteer to watch.  They both nodded their heads assuredly.  Like
lightning, he lashed out at the younger boy and gripped him firmly by the
chin, scrutinizing his face for a moment.  Then he turned to the older one
and did the same thing.

   "Young'n don't look ready yet," he said to the older boy, "but you got
enough years on you.  Might as well both of ye stick around.  If you've
never seen a shave with a straight razor, you're in for a real treat. 
It'll change yer life!"

   Lucy had remained silent and still throughout this rather one-sided
exchange.  But then he flipped open the lid of the kit and pulled out the
strop.  When he snapped the sturdy piece of leather against itself with a
loud crack, she couldn't suppress her fearful yip.  It had fed her
unfounded fear of getting spanked.  The younger boy let out a snicker at
her reaction.  But the older boy was too busy enjoying the way it made her
naked bits jiggle enticingly to react.

   I left my hiding place and decided to join the presentation area.  I
didn't want to be too far away and miss a thing!  So, tucking the sarong
easily into my pocket, I retraced my steps intending to come up from behind
them.  By the time I made it around the department and got there, a couple
more observers had joined the group.  They were a couple of local
fishermen; old-timers who knew Dave and had just wandered over to join the
fray.

   Lucy glanced over when I arrived, but there was so much going on by then
that she didn't give me much beyond that.  The greater, more imminent
threat demanding her full attention had to be Mr.  Dave.

   He worked with the manual dexterity one would expect from a life-long
sailor.  He had threaded countless lures onto fishing line by moonlight. 
And he seemed to know his way around a simple straight razor shaving kit.
He unpacked the kit with cool efficiency.  After using the hook at the end
of the strop to hang it onto the netting behind him, he pulled out a fancy
white ceramic bowl with gold inlay.  I later learned the bowl is called a
scuttle.  Next came a short, stocky brush full of soft-looking bristles. 
He extracted an exotic dark bottle of something from the kit box and set it
on the counter nearby.  Then he pulled out the most important object of
all, the straight razor.

   With a flick of the rich ivory handle, a long, rectangular, silver blade
flipped out with a satisfying "shoosh".  It sure looked plenty sharp
already.  But what did I know?  Sailor Dave held it aloft for a moment,
scrutinizing it in the bright light.  He sure knew how to put on a show. 
He must have felt it needed a bit more polish and stepped up to the strop.
With a practiced, back-and-forth motion, he drew the blade up and down the
thick leather repeatedly until it had a gleaming, impossibly sharp edge.

   I marveled at the specialized piece of equipment perfectly designed to
do one thing and one thing well; separate a person's hair from their skin
in the closest manner possible.  Lucy had been watching the proceedings
silently and with a look of sheer terror.  She did not want that blade to
come anywhere near her virginal body.  A razor had never slid across her
flawless skin, and she didn't know what to expect.  But what could she do
to stop him now?  Her only option was to dig deep down and just somehow
find some way to endure it.

   I had been shaving my face for some time with those plastic disposable
razors.  So, I kind of knew what to expect.  Despite the menacing image
that razor presented, I'm sure, if she remained still like I had ordered,
she was in no real danger of getting hurt.  Mr.  Dave seemed to know what
he was doing.

   The old-timers started razzing Dave; asking if he was qualified to
handle such a sharp blade.  He got distracted by their verbal teasing and
started throwing his own insults back.  All the while, Lucy could do
nothing but hang there naked while they exchanged jabs.

   At one point, one of them asked him to explain his naked little mermaid.
To her great embarrassment, Dave explained how little Lucy had lost her
swimsuit and had then asked for a shave so she wouldn't have to get a
bikini wax.  When he said she had volunteered to help him demonstrate his
deluxe shaving kit (for sale on aisle 4, if you're interested), they were
more than happy to stick around and watch.  Why not?  You can catch a fish
any day, right?  How often do you get to watch something like this?

   Dave threw a small towel over his shoulder and moved over to retrieve
the water pail, which I guessed was made for holding live bait or maybe
crawdads or shrimp.  It had a handle and I estimated would hold about two
gallons.  Grabbing the handle, he said he had to run and get some warm
water and would be right back.  By the time he returned, Lucy's audience
had swelled by two more.  Two fly fishermen with their long, fancy fly
poles had joined the group.

   Lucy had to hang there naked and exposed and listen to these new
customers receive the story of how the naked careless girl, who couldn
-(TM)t even keep up with a simple swimsuit, had volunteered for Riviera
Dave's close shave demonstration in the process.  He would have been
finished setting up by now if he didn't stop to gab so much.  It felt like
he had a joke response ready or piece of sage advice for every statement
that was spoken.

   He had just finished getting everything in perfect position when yet
another customer arrived.  He was just some lucky shopper in plain clothes
who had happened upon the proceedings.  Of course, Dave had to tell the
story again.  Like any good fisherman, he tended to embellish it with each
retelling.  By now large parts of the story were incorrect or exaggerated,
but Lucy was too shy in her naked suspended state to dare open her mouth
now in front of seven strangers and try to correct the record.  She just
stood there poised on one foot with her whole body prepared and spread for
the impending deed.  I'm sure by now she silently wished Dave would shut
up, stop talking about giving her a shave, and get on with actually doing
it already!

   When the story was finished, the man shrewdly decided to stick around
and watch the show.  So much time had passed, I wondered if the water in
the pail hadn't gone cold by now.  I wasn't even sure what Dave was
planning to do with that water.  Was he going to dump it on her?  I knew
how much she hated being cold.  Oh well, it couldn't be helped now.

   Dave picked up the ceramic bowl, the scuttle, which I could now see
wasn't empty.  It was actually full almost to the rim with a solid
substance, a powder or soap of some sort.  Dipping the brush into the water
to get it nice and wet, he started whipping it around the surface of the
bowl.  He kept whipping until the solid material was worked up into a rich
fluffy lather.  All the while, he extolled the virtues of this wonderful
kit (for sale on aisle four, if you weren't listening before.  Don't delay,
they won -(TM)t last long!)

   When the hand-whipped shaving cream was ready, he pulled out the brush.
The bristles were heavy-laden with white lather.  Without even bothering to
ask Lucy if she was ready, he lashed out his hand and painted a white
stripe down the front of his demonstration partner -(TM)s leg.  That struck
me as odd.  I guess I had assumed he was going to merely shave her pubic
area, something that wouldn't take more than a minute or so.  But Sailor
Dave had other plans.  He was going to demonstrate the effectiveness of his
kit by shaving both her legs also!  He kept painting, dipping back in for
more lather as he went until her entire right leg from her pelvis down to
her ankle was completely white.  Then he kicked the bucket into position
beneath her.

   Lucy couldn't watch.  She turned her head and squeezed her eyes closed
adorably as the blade moved in.  Her downy soft leg hairs were hardly worth
the trouble.  But that wasn't about to stop old Dave.

   The blade made soft scraping sounds as he deftly swiped down her leg. 
Everywhere it slid, the cream was stripped away; presumably along with her
body hair and perhaps the top layer of her skin.  It looked to be that
sharp!  Every little bit, he would dunk the razor into the bucket to rinse
it off.  He only slowed down slightly over her kneecap to make sure he
didn't knick her.  The viewing gallery was reduced to a murmur of awe as he
knelt down to expertly remove every last hair from her straight right leg.

   Standing up and appraising his work, he grabbed the brush and began
working up another batch of lather.  Her left leg, being folded in half,
looked like it would be a little trickier.  But he attacked it without
hesitation and was able to make quick work even with all the extra bends
and crevasses.

   Now for the moment of truth.  He had been working around her bikini area
the whole time, focusing on her extremities.  It was one thing to have your
legs shaved by someone else.  But it was something entirely different to
trust your most sensitive and private parts to someone you just met who was
wielding a long sharp blade.

   But Lucy, perhaps emboldened by her experience so far, adopted a look of
fierce determination.  She hadn't been cut so far and could see the finish
line now.  She just had to get through this next part.  She did tense
visibly and squeezed her eyes shut when he scooped up a heavy dallop then
pointed the brush directly at her most tender parts.

   She accidentally let out a sexy little gasp when the soft wet bristles
made contact with her moist sex.  Everyone noticed.  It was the first sound
she had made since the whole thing began.  Her body betrayed her, and her
resolve faltered.  She began writhing erotically as he moved the brush in a
slow circular motion.

   I could tell the bristles were too stimulating and she couldn't help
herself.  Despite the audience, she thrust her pelvis lewdly forward in a
desperate attempt to get the brush to push that magic button I knew was
somewhere inside her, the one that made her diamonds.

   But the brush didn't stay in one spot very long and despite her best
efforts, she couldn't make enough contact before it was already moving
away. He continued brushing outward in ever-larger circles until everything
from her thighs almost to her belly button was coated in the thick white
substance.  Then he moved behind her and painted her ripe bottom; even the
part where her butt crack came together to form her wrinkled little hole.

   Before he could shave the cream away, a new voice interrupted the
proceedings.  "There you are," said the perturbed voice.  I surmised it was
the boys' father since he was dressed exactly like them in the same beige
fishing outfit.

   "Our boat's about to leave and I've been looking everywhere fo...what
the hell?"



   Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 13)

   The man was understandably confused at what he had stumbled upon.  His
eyes bulged when he first noticed the topless young lady wearing what
looked like the world's strangest pair of shorts and suspended by some
ropes.  He kept looking back and forth between her and his sons, but I
noticed his gaze lingering longer on Lucy each cycle.

   His quick-thinking older son spoke first.  "Hey, dad, remember when you
said I could spend my birthday money however I want?  We'll they're giving
a special demonstration of their shaving kit.  It's for sale on aisle four.
I think I might want to buy one when this is over."

   The younger brother joined the fray, "I haven't spent my money from
grandma yet.  I want one too!"

   That surprised the dad.  He was pretty sure his younger son didn't even
shave yet.  It must be some demonstration to make both his kids want to
spend their funds to get one!  When he paused to think, Riviera Dave
interjected.

   "You're welcome to stick around, cap'n." he offered, "but you better
hustle on over to aisle four.  We'll be sold out in no time when this is
over, I guarantee you that.  Now, where were we?"

   The father was still processing the scene and appeared to be conflicted.
Dave didn't wait for a response but returned to shaving Lucy.  With regular
swipes, he removed the cream from her abdomen.

   When he realized she was more than just topless, the father's mouth
dropped open.  Making up his mind, he leaned in and spoke softly to his
boys.  "Ok, we can stay.  But don't tell your mother about this."

   With the skill of a surgeon, Dave slowed his hand when he came to the
top of her perfect cleft.  Working deliberately and with great care, he
scraped his way down her already smooth labia.  Gradually, more and more of
her freshly shaved mound came into view until her whole pink pussy was once
again bared to the group.

   He continued working around all the tiny curves and crevasses between
her legs including her adorable anus.  By the time he was finished, I think
the father was considering buying a kit for himself.  Too bad the
demonstration model girl wasn't included!

   The group had been standing somewhat in a semi-circle equidistant from
the hanging girl on display.  Up to this point, only Mr.  Dave had come any
closer to her than about 15 feet.  That buffer was breached when he
motioned the younger brother to come closer.

   Picking up the dark green bottle he said, "I need an assistant for this
next part."

   The boy, having apparently recovered from his initial shyness of being
around a naked girl, approached eagerly until he was close enough to touch
her.  Lucy eyed him nervously but couldn't move away or prevent whatever
was about to happen next; neither could she in any way prevent his hungry
eyes from learning up-close about every secret her body possessed.

   Dave asked the boy if he had ever used aftershave.  When he said "no",
Dave pantomimed what to do.  He pretended to sprinkle some liquid from the
bottle onto his own hands then patted the boy's cheeks firmly as if he had
just finished shaving.

   To Lucy's great dismay, he then instructed the boy to go around and
apply aftershave to everywhere the razor had already been on her.  Lucy
clearly did not like Dave giving this boy permission to be pawing all over
her bare body.

   While the boy scrambled to peel away the plastic wrapping around the cap
of the bottle, Dave unexpectedly grabbed the scuttle and began working up
yet another lather.  This confounded both Lucy and me.  He had already
shorn away every hair from her body below the neck, right?  What use could
he possibly have for more lather?  She looked up in fear as his shadow fell
over her sideways face.  Was he going to shave her head next?!

   The boy got the bottle open and sprinkled some liquid out until it
coated his hands.  Kneeling beneath her, he reached out and applied the
first dose starting at her ankle.  Lucy, having had no previous experience
with aftershave, was initially shocked by the brief burning sensation
shooting up her leg.  She flinched and jerked her leg away momentarily. 
She looked down in alarm that her leg might be on fire or something.  But
all she saw was a very happy boy eagerly patting his way up her calf
muscle.

   Meanwhile, Dave was still stirring the brush in the bowl and studying
her upper body.  I realized he was looking at her armpits for signs of
hair. Even though he saw nothing but bare Lucy skin, I guess he decided to
go ahead and shave her there too.  He didn't seem the type to leave a job
half-finished.  With the batch of lather whipped into just the right
consistency, he stuck the brush directly into her left armpit.

   Lucy gasped when the brush contacted the sensitive underside of her arm.
Then she giggled as Dave tickled the soft bristles up and down her armpit
to spread the lather.  Just then the boy, who had sprinkled out a fresh
coat of aftershave, resumed his patting.  He had finished her lower leg and
moved above her knee.

   A myriad of emotions flashed on the trapped girl's face as the
continuous assault to her senses overstimulated her nerve endings.  A wince
of pain from the aftershave hitting her sensitive thigh, then a brief
giggle which caused her hanging breasts to jiggle enticingly.  Then fear as
the gleaming razor blade flashed in front of her face and landed on the
skin of her armpit.  Then embarrassment as she glanced up at the audience
watching her naked ordeal play out.  Then arousal when she realized this
cute boy was now close enough that she could feel his breath on her freshly
shaved pussy mound.  And the whole time, a blush stayed on her cheeks,
advertising her true feelings of utter humiliation.

   The boy didn't stop when he reached the top of her leg.  He simply kept
going moving his hands right up onto her rump.  It didn't take him long to
notice how her bottom jiggled adorably in response to his pats.  Before
long he was happily pattering a rhythm upon the bulging bottom of his naked
plaything.

   Lucy gasped at the boy's intimate incursion.  Her glistening flower
flexed involuntarily as he continued his gentle spanking.  Dave was
finished with her left armpit and began brushing the lather onto her right.
She giggled again, but her arm was trapped in an extended state, and she
could not stop his brush from moving wherever he wanted it to go.

   Always the salesman, he called out a question to the boy loud enough for
the audience to hear.  "She's smoother than silk now, wouldn't you say?"

   The boy nodded a hearty agreement.  He was in heaven.  In his opinion,
Lucy's supple bare skin was the best thing that ever existed!  He looked
over at his brother with a huge grin on his face.  The brother glared back
at him jealously.

   As an alcohol-based liquid, aftershave evaporates quickly and leaves
behind only clean, dry skin.  So, when the boy moved around to Lucy's front
to deliver the next batch, he was surprised to find something wet.

   "Um, excuse me, Mr.  Riviera," he said, nodding to the drop of
mysterious liquid slowly running down her thigh.  Her little moisture
engine had kicked back into high gear from all the manual stimulation and
overflowed its bounds.  The oblivious boy thought something was wrong with
her.

   Mr.  Dave paused his shaving hand and appraised the situation.  "Sprung
a leak, have we?" he observed, peering intently between her legs.  I could
tell she was trying to keep control of herself down there.  But to her
great embarrassment, she couldn -(TM)t stop her pussy from making an
involuntary spasm at that moment and another line of wetness escaped her
rather juicy interior.  It rolled down to join the first drops.  With a
wink, Dave whipped the small towel off his shoulder and handed it to the
boy with instructions to "swab the deck and get back to work".

   The boy dragged the towel up her thigh to wipe off her uncontrolled
secretion.  When he got to her pussy mound, I'm sure he could feel her heat
even through the towel.  He got to spend the rest of his time alternating
between applying aftershave and staying on Lucy juice duty.

   When Dave was finished with her pits, he started to pack up the kit
while the boy moved into position to apply aftershave up top.  She closed
her eyes and shivered when his bare hands made contact with the newly
shaved areas under her arms.  But her eyes snapped back open in shock when
she felt his hands sliding down to cup her bare breasts.  It was
unnecessary since Dave hadn't shaved there, but I guess her forbidden
fruits hanging so enticingly within arm -(TM)s reach capped by those
adorable pink nipples were just too much of a temptation for a young man to
pass up.

   He and Lucy were practically face to face.  They locked eyes as he
sampled a real live girl's breasts for the first time in his life.  From
the look of sheer euphoria on his face, I think she made him a boob man for
life.  I caught him giving them a little squeeze then he moved his
fingertips to sample her nipples.  Lucy was either too polite or too shy to
stop him, but I felt he had crossed a line.  He was no longer assisting
Rivera Dave with his presentation.  He was now fondling my sister's tits
for his own amusement.

   My sister was too good for this weasel.  He may spend the rest of his
life pursuing it, but I doubted he will ever experience a nicer pair than
he got to feel that day.  I started to step up to remove the boy's hands
and protect my sister, but Dave beat me to it.

   The boy let go of her little boobies when he heard Dave's voice
addressing the crowd.  "There you have it, folks.  The best shave of your
life, guaranteed.  And it's available today right over on aisle four.  Want
to impress the lady in your life?  Get one of these!  With just a little
practice, you'll be giving her better than any expensive wax could ever do.
But it's first come, first served, so you better act fast.  These kits will
be gone with the tide!"

   Initially, everyone was stunned into silence.  But the lone wolf shopper
was the first to recover.  He turned and hurried off with a purpose. 
Perhaps fearing he might buy out the entire stock of kits, the older
brother jumped and ran to catch up with him.  That started a stampede. 
Everyone was impressed by Lucy's demonstration and wanted their own kit. 
Even the old-timers!  Too bad Lucy wasn't included!

   With everyone gone, I decided this would be a good time to make our exit
without causing too much of a scene.  I got Sailor Dave to help untie Lucy.
It was almost comical how easily the knots slipped loose when pulled the
right way.  He even gave me the shave kit for free as a parting gift.  It
was the least he could do after we must have made him a fortune selling
them.