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Kelly and I embark upon a backpack tour of Europe, but she probably wishes that she hadn't told me about her passing interest in exhibition and the thrill of the possibility of being caught.
Kelly had been staring at the drool spot forming between her feet on the forest floor for over an hour now, silently fuming at the fact that she had been suckered into this so easily. What had started out as a guided tour of my old stomping grounds when I had been in the Army had turned into an unexpected exhibition bondage scene in the middle of the forest at the Nuremberg Zoo.
We had arrived early in the morning and had spent the better part of the day taking in the sights, when we finally decided to take a break and have lunch. I suggested that we have a private picnic in the forest on the zoo grounds. She readily agreed and soon we were enjoying ourselves under the forest canopy, feeding each other the sandwiches we had bought along with the nice bottle of German wine and cheese. She was laying on the blanket we had spread out staring up at the canopy listening to the sounds of the zoo around us when I leaned in and began kissing her passionately she responded in kind, the wine loosening her up, her hands reaching up and pulling me down on top of her.