Ch. 01: Accident
NOTE: My first story. Some readers will find this story is a slower pace of erotica. Story characters are learning BDSM. Enjoy.
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The bar of soap moved aimlessly over Julie's warm slippery skin. Her mind was almost numb from the ache inside her. She had been thinking of her parents again.
The soap slowly stopped moving as she stared at the shower curtain, realizing she had been in the shower a long time. She placed the bar of soap on the soap dish, turned her body around to rinse off the soap and shut off the water.
Pulling back the shower curtain, she reached for the towel and started drying her 22 year old body. She noticed the condensed steam on the mirror and how it was dripping into the sink. Tears for my parents she thought, feeling the hollow ache inside her.
She wrapped her brown shoulder-length hair in a second towel and walked into her bedroom. The air was cooler and a shiver raced down her spine as she felt her nipples stiffen. She grabbed her thick terry-cloth bathrobe, slipped it on and wrapped it snuggly around her naked body, then tied the belt.
She laid down on her bed and pulled a catalogue from the bedside table and opened it. Mindlessly, she looked through the pages, not really seeing the clothes as she turned the pages aimlessly. She was on her stomach with one shapely lower-leg balanced in the air as it moved slightly back and forth.
Another page of the catalogue settled flat after being turned, revealing a new section -- Lingerie. Julie seemed to sense this. She also noticed that some of the ach inside her had disappeared for the moment. This was the section Julie wanted to look at tonight.
Julie had recently made a decision to modernize her wardrobe. Last week, she had driven carefully into the city and purchased two new coordinated outfits for her new job and four pieces that could be mixed-and-matched giving her greater flexibility in her wardrobe.
Now, she was ready to buy underwear for the new clothes. As she scanned the photos of panties, bras and other items, her mind drifted back six or seven years, when she and her mom sat at the Kitchen table and played "Wish List." They would write down items and page numbers for a long list of clothes they'd both like to have. Then they would cross off things they really didn't need. What remained was a short list which they prioritized and budgeted for, over the next several months.
A tear fell onto the page. Julie suddenly realized she was just starring with blurred vision. She wiped her eyes, and the wet drop from the page, with the cuff of her bathrobe. The hollow ache and loneliness inside her had increased again.
Her discomfort had all started over a year ago, shortly after she had her first full-time job in the nearby town as a waitress. A police car had stopped in front of the diner's windows and the officer had walked in and asked for the manager. The diner's owner had called Julie over from waiting on a table.
The officer had steered her to a quiet corner of the diner and asked her to sit down. She had started to feel uncomfortable, however, nothing had prepared her for the tragic news the officer had told her that day. Her parents were killed in a car accident... her father died in the crash, her mother shortly after arriving at the hospital.
Just three months ago, shortly before her 22nd birthday, the family lawyer had recommended she accept an out-of-court settlement, which she finally did. It was certainly a nice addition to her savings, along with the life insurance payout for the death of her parents. However, the money didn't take away the ache and emptiness in her life.
In her overwhelming grief, Julie had not returned to her waitress job and had shunned most attempts to help her, specifically from any males trying to date her out of sympathy.
Now, with the repeated gentle urging from the family lawyer, she had just accepted a job in the office of a small company manufacturing custom tractor accessories that had recently expanded. She would start next week.
Julie could not get her mind on the catalogue. She closed it and placed it on the shelf of her bedside table. She walked into the bathroom while unwrapping the towel from around her head and shook out her slightly damp hair. The blow drier finished the job and she brushed her hair into a semblance of order.
She brushed her teeth and walked back to her bedroom and she slipped out of her robe, her naked body softly illuminated by the small bedside lamp. The shadow on the far wall revealed the shapely curves of a beautiful young woman. She reached into her dresser drawer and stopped. Should she wear a light cotton nightgown or a warmer flannel one? She grabbed the cotton with the little pink flowers and small green leaves.
She slipped the nightgown over her head and it drifted down over her softly rounded and slightly pointed breasts. The gown was unable to hide her protruding nipples, even when not aroused. Her straight torso and flat belly allowed the gown to drop more quickly. It then slowed and stopped at encountering the gentle swell of her young womanly hips and the slight curve of her cute ass cheeks. Rocking her hips back and forth, allowed the gown to drop to its full length, first covering Julie's dark triangle of pubic hair, then her long slim muscular legs. She crawled into bed and turned out the light.
Night time was always toughest for Julie as she tried to fall asleep thinking of her parents. Julie had assisted with the various farm chores and reduced the work load for her parents slightly. She thought of her father and how he had taught her to drive their pickup truck and the farm tractor. Learning to plough the fields and use the other tractor implements took more time but she soon was able to do much of the tractor work in the field as well. Her father had always been so loving and caring with his only child, wanting her to be successful in life, hopefully both in marriage and in a career.
Now though, she had rented out the farm land to her neighbour. She had also sold all the animals, so she had little work to do around the farm. Now, she wondered what her life would be like as she slowly fell asleep.
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The computer screen showed four different vibrators of various colors with a short description of each under the photos. Good information, but Doogan wouldn't be buying one for a while. He needed a willing subject first.
Doogan looked at the time in the bottom corner of the computer monitor -- 12:05 AM. Darn! Another late night and he had to be at work by 7 AM for a 12 hour shift. Doogan had stayed up late again researching a topic that had recently become a growing interest -- BDSM. He had read enough to learn there were many degrees and variations of BDSM, however, he was only interested in the milder erotic ways to arouse and pleasure women. There was enough pain in the world. Sighing, Doogan thought, too much information, not enough time. A smile appeared on his face as he thought of the other version of that saying about women.
Shutting down the computer, he went to his bedroom. He slipped off his sport shirt and dropped it into the laundry basket. His pants were next and he laid them on the chair. His boxers came off and followed the shirt into the laundry hamper. His 26 year-old body was just average, his arms showing a slight curve of some muscles even when relaxed. Some light coloured hair on his chest was a shade darker than the fair brown hair on his head. Muscular legs showed the results of many years of riding a bicycle as a kid and the squatting and kneeling as part of his job.
Baggy sweat shorts were plucked from the drawer and Doogan slid them up his legs. He had to stop and pull the elastic waist-band out from the front of his hips when his limp penis snagged the shorts. He grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer and slipped it on as he walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and returned to the bedroom. Doogan crawled into bed and turned out the light.
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Julie was frustrated and a little angry with herself. She hadn't purchased one item. Earlier this morning, her hopes were high and she was looking forward to the day. She was going to enjoy a fun and exciting shopping trip, however, as the morning progressed, it became tougher for her to make up her mind.
Today, she had spent extra time in this department store looking for new lingerie. The sales staff had been more than helpful. She had even been persuaded to try on a couple bras and camisoles. She had been uncomfortable taking off her clothes in the dressing room, even with the door locked. She had even carefully looked around for a hidden camera. Whether it was her nervousness or too many items to choose from, Julie couldn't seem to make the decision to buy: satin, embroidered, sheer, or lace, bras, panties, camisoles, matching sets or mix them up. The numerous selections were now overwhelming.
It had been so much easier when she was younger and mom helped her. Julie wondered if she would ever wear anything more modern and daring. No. "Daring" wasn't the right word. What was the right word? Sophisticated, sensual? Yes, sensual. Julie remembered what her parents had said numerous times, "Don't buy the first thing you see, shop around." Ok. Where to next?
Her stomach grumbled and she realized she was hungry. She hadn't had a mid-morning coffee and it was already 11:25. It was too late for coffee. Where would she have an early lunch? Here in this shopping mall, or maybe a fast food place while driving to the other shopping center. Her favourite burger place had a nice garden salad topped with slices of grilled chicken and it was next to the other shopping center she wanted to visit. Ok, that's it.
The traffic light ahead turned yellow, then red. Julie slowed down and stopped. She would have lunch and then continue her 'mission' of breaking out of her conservative lifestyle. Well, maybe not breaking out. More like just peeking through a crack in her shell of modesty.
Julie had been raised by strict but loving parents. While not truly old fashioned, her mother and father always seemed to have the right answers that prevented Julie from becoming "one of those wild and shameless girls." Looking back, Julie had been more than happy with both her childhood and teenage years. Now, in her early 20's, and alone in life, even picking out new underwear from the numerous styles and colours was a chore she found was becoming more unbearable.
Her mother had always purchased from department stores, never from specialty shops. First, the department store prices were cheaper and the specialty stores were not for "good upstanding girls" her mother used to say, since they offered a far naughtier selection. Now, Julie wanted something different, less conservative from the lingerie in the department stores. Her mind seemed to ignore the word naughty.
As she waited for the light to turn green, she remembered her parents again. She stared out the windshield, her hands barely holding the steering wheel, her head dropping forward slightly. The aching pain of losing her parents surfaced again.
