Chapter 4
Raiders of the Stamner Park
Well, I am very aware that I tend to wander off subject when I should be telling you our story. So I am going to try and stay focused through this chapter. Speaking of which, I am not going to bore you all with a massive catch up on past events. In short, I have been trying to find out just what things make Sasha squeal. And I am not talking about the sort of squeal a girl makes when she sees a mouse. I mean the sort of squeal a girl makes when... well I think you know what I mean. Anyway, amongst other things, I have discovered that Sasha has a bit of a kink about having no clothes in a public space. That doesn't mean she want to go streaking or anything. She gets off on the thought that she may get seen but doesn't actually want to be. Which brings us neatly to where this chapter begins.
"How are you feeling?" I asked Sasha as she parked her car. After the events of the previous day in our 'virtual world' I had outlined my plan for the next step. Sasha had agreed quite readily. Possibly too readily really.
"A little excited." She said. Her face a little flushed, and her voice tainted with a slight quiver.
I wasn't totally surprised. Apart from her boots, she was wearing just a light coat that hung to her knees. Taking in to account that it was mid-afternoon and still daylight, this plan would top the walk down the deserted beach in the dark. The up side of this outfit was, we had driven across town totally within the speed limit. A very pleasant change for me. In fact, I was contemplating insisting she drove everywhere like that.
We had stopped at Stamner park, which it a good size stretch of fields and woods just outside Brighton. There is a tiny hamlet of a few cottages to one side, a church, and a manor house that is used for weddings and such. Over the far side is an area dedicated to low carbon output living, which is basically a bunch of hippies who live in Yurts in the woods. Not my idea of fun, but it takes all sorts.
There were the usual groups of dog walkers, families picnicking and just people enjoying the fresh air while wandering about.
Which was basically our plan. Obviously with a slight difference.
The weather was very nice and warm, so I had opted for actually wearing a dress. Not something I do often, but Sasha has had a bit of an influence on me wanting to dress a little more girly and I do find it difficult to refuse her anything.
We got out of the car and Sasha locked it and passed me the keys, and I noted that there was a slight tremble in her hand as she did so. Although I was shaking like a leaf with the thoughts of what we were going to do. So again, I wasn't surprised.
I slipped the keys in to the side pocket of the small rucksack I was carrying. This currently just held a bottle of water and my camera, as we were planning on putting stuff in it, as opposed to taking stuff out.
I took my camera out and snapped a quick picture of Sasha looking angelic, in a nervous, sexy kind of way. Her platinum hair looked like a halo in the early afternoon sun, and her pale skin looked beatific. I gave a happy sigh.
"So where do we go?" Sasha asked. I noted the quiver in her voice had gotten more pronounced. No doubt from the increased adrenaline in her system as we neared what we intended to do.
I pointed towards the cluster of trees across the green field from where we had parked. "Shall we head in that direction?" I suggested.
I got a quick nod from Sasha, and we started walking up the slight incline along a well-trodden path.
"We don't have to do this Sasha." I told her, worried that she may not be up to it. "It is totally for your enjoyment, so if you feel it is too much, just say and we stop."
Sasha wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me tightly. "I am a little nervous." She said. "But also, excited."
I smiled back, in a manner I hope would express confidence. Actually, I think I was more worried than she was. To make myself feel more relaxed I slipped my hand between the vents of her coat and gave her bare bottom a quick fondle, which made her make a little yelp of pleasure.
As we passed in to the shade of the woods the air went a little cooler and I felt a slight shiver run up my spine as my thin cotton dress let the sudden cool air caress my skin. I glanced at Sasha wondering how she reacted to the drop in temperature. She had an odd smile on her face, like she knew something that no one else did. Which I suppose was true. I briefly wondered if anyone who had seen us crossing in to the woods would have guessed Sasha was nearly nude. That thought alone made me feel wobbly.
I grabbed a couple of pictures to capture that expression on her face.
"How are you feeling Sasha?" I asked, feeling very curious about what she was experiencing.
"Very sexy." She said as a grin spread from ear to ear. "Very free, like anything is possible."
I felt my muscles tense as a twinge of envy spread through me. I don't know if it was the devilish imp, but I so wanted to be in Sasha's predicament at that moment. The memories of passing my clothes to Sasha in the shop changing room, flooded back in to my mind, and I had to fight them back as I reminded myself we were there for Sasha's enjoyment not mine.
"Shall we take some pictures?" I suggested, hoping to keep my mind occupied.
Nodding eagerly, Sasha hurried over to stand next to a tree, where she struck a pose leaning against it with her hands in her pockets.
My camera clicked, and I checked the captured image on the view screen to check the lighting. She looked gorgeous. Now I know Sasha had trained for ballet, but you wouldn't have thought so. Seeing her in that picture made me realise she could have been a very successful model. Although I admit I was glad she was there for just me to look at. I guess I was becoming a touch possessive. Yeah difficult to imagine isn't it, skinny little me being possessive over an amazing luscious creature like Sasha. Like that would happen to anyone in real life.
Next, she bent slightly and placed her hands on her thighs. The unbuttoned top of the coat revealed a decent amount of her breasts, and I snapped about five shots off at various focal points. I know taking the pictures was supposed to be distracting me from getting aroused, but I was acutely aware it wasn't working. Still, Sasha seemed to be enjoying herself, so we carried on.
She turned her back to me and unbuttoned her coat. From where I was stood I couldn't see anything but a profile of her face looking very suggestive. I managed another three of four pictures before I had to stop to take a few breaths.
For the next pose, she placed her bare right leg against the tree. Again, I could see very little apart from the expression and her leg from mid-thigh downwards. I felt that lovely tingling sensation start once more. It seemed that feeling was occupying most of my waking hours since I had met Sasha.
