Wanting an early evening bathe, Jade sets off to the cascade pool near which they are camped, leaving a note for her sleeping Master informing Him of her whereabouts. On arrival at the cascades, she drops the towel slung over her shoulder before sliding dainty hands down over her body to lift the hem of her dress over her head, her nakedness now warmed by the late afternoon sunlight which sparkles the ripples in the pool below. Threading her way to the small, sandy beach, she glides smoothly into the coolness of the glassy, translucent water and dives, spearing through the water like a playful dolphin.
She twists onto her back as she comes up under the torrent of water descending from above, spluttering slightly as she is momentarily blinded by the deluge.
Suddenly all her inhibitions are gone and she is revelling in her nakedness in nature, cavorting in the water like a freshwater mermaid, her creamy body glistening with droplets. Upending herself from a standing position, Jade surfaces, streaming water over her curves and the long sweep of her wet silken hair. Turning her soft palms to the flow tumbling over the rock shelf, the splashes sprinkle her and sparkle on her porcelain skin.
She is unaware that, by now, she is silently observed. Master who, having read her note, has followed her to the pool. Jade begins to dance, eyes closed as she becomes one with the tinkle and splash of the water, feeling buoyed by the liquid and melting so she too becomes part of it, ducking, twisting, whirling, diving and gliding, dancing her oneness with the water and with nature.
Small palms shimmy downwards from their exultant position high above her head ... down, over her hair, down, over her cheeks, down over her shoulders till their smallness cups and covers the taut peaks of her pink nipple tips. Stretching the right one high, with the other she circles the full, aching roundness of her womanly curves. Switching over, she does the same to the other breast, softly murmuring below her breath as she feels each delicate brush across the sensitive buds. Her Master watches, smiling to Him self, settling to observe his little one at play, watching her as she toys innocently with her lovely little nipples hardened by the coolness of the water. He sees her form gliding through the crystal waters as she frolics.
Caressing and teasing, she eases the nice flat nipples into wantonly naughty peaks. Once their pinkness is full and throbbing, one wandering finger slices through the water and dives between her legs looking for the freshwater pearl concealed in the smooth white lips of her oyster, the other hand mesmerisingly tantalising one of the aching, naughty nipples. Master smiles inwardly noticing no dark shadow at her mound as she rolls and splashes in the water, knowing she is smoothly shaven at the apex of her thighs. Her image slightly distorted in the waters, His eyes watch as He knows where her fingers are playing, knowing only to well His tongue will be playing there before long.
Catching a movement in her peripheral vision, Jade glances up, frozen, with her hand caught between her thighs, the deep rose of her cheeks telling their own story as she faces her Master's eyes. Sparkling eyes meet hers as He says, "As you were, little one," and steps from His place of concealment. Sitting on the sands, He bids her to continue what she is doing.
Her hand continues the tiny circling, stroking movement of her pert peaks, both the revealed and hidden points of carnal pleasure, the small bulge in Master's shorts assuring her she is pleasuring Him. Bending her head, her moist, stiffened tongue tip darts to pass across the tip of her left nipple, leaving her shuddering as it passes away, knowing He is noticing the enjoyment she is having by showing her Master the pleasures within her.
Quietly retreating away to a soft, grassy bed a little further along the bank, yet still visible to Him, she stretches out, refreshed, hands urgent as her hips thrust wildly in self satisfaction. "Jade," called to her, "come into the shallows please."
"Yes Sir," stopping and returning back into the shallow water. Beckoning her to Him on the beach, He halts her at His feet stretched out on the sand. Shading His eyes to the lowering sun as He looks up at her beautiful pink, glistening womanhood which she has brought before Him.
Jade hesitates, awaiting the next words from Him. Faking His sternest look, Master commands, "I wish to see how you treat yourself when I am not around little one."
Softly Jade answers Him, "Yes, Master," as He lifts His bottom from the sand to slide His shorts down and kick them aside before looking up to her with devilish eyes.
Turning aside a little, she steps away from Him a little distance before easing herself to her knees, then her bottom, then laying stretched on the grass as she begins the ritual she uses to produce honey for her own satisfaction. Looking down over His tummy to her, her Master watches intently as her hands moove to her delicate parts, making sure she can see as He holds His member upright for her as she does as she has been bidden, the afternoon sun glinting off the ring in His shaft.
Closing her eyes, she focuses inward, trying to achieve, in a small way and alone, the intense pleasure and fulfilment Master gives her, knowing He is watching intently each move of her fingers, as to where and how she places them, while affording her a complete view of His member between His raised knees. He knows that, when she opens her eyes she will see what she has done to Him, watching as she hurries the movements of her hands.
