The Devil Inside

Today is Saturday and it is the 28th birthday of my very good friend and colleague, Melanie. We've arranged a surprise party for her on her best friend, Dana's farm.

Mel lives around the corner from me and, seeing that we work for the same company, I offered her a regular ride to work and back, an offer which she and her husband gladly accepted.

The 'arrangement' by the staff for today is that I extend our ride back home after work out of town onto the farm roads where I would give her a bit of a 'scare'. Afterwards I'm supposed to take her to Dana's place for the surprise party.

Mel is a beautiful woman in all respects. She has shoulder length auburn hair, complemented by her striking emerald green eyes. The fine spray of freckles on her nose is the final proof that her hair color does not come from a bottle. This is a redhead in the true sense of the word! She is reasonably tall with legs that seem to go on for ever. Her regular visits to the gym are reflected in her flat tummy and firm butt and boobs. Her boobs are perfect. Not too big, I'd say about a 34C. For a married woman with two kids she is in exceptionally good shape. The cherry on top of this fine package is her bubbly personality. She is always full of energy, always ready with a joke, albeit somewhat below the belt most of the time. She is by far the most popular member of our staff and not only among the men.

Our offices close at noon on Saturdays and as we drive home, I decide to make the first move.

'What are you going to do when you get home?' I ask.

'Oh, not much. John won't be home for lunch. He's working in his lunch hour. He says he's got a surprise planned for me for this evening.' she replies.

'Great! Then you won't object if I kidnap you for a while?'

'Kidnap...? What do you mean?' she asks.

'Oh, it's such a beautiful day and I have some time to kill. I was thinking of going for a drive along the river. Care to join me?' I invite her. 'Sounds great! I might as well. John's mom is at home looking after the kids, so that won't be a problem. As long as we don't get back too late.' she accepts.

'We won't be long.' I promise.

Mel and I have been good friends for years, but there is a mutual attraction that reaches way beyond mere friendship. We have kept it reasonably under control. A hug here and a kiss there was nothing out of the ordinary, although the kisses were never really more than a quick peck on the lips. But then there were the exceptions where the hugs and kisses led to a situation where my hand ended up inside her blouse or bra without her protesting too much. I never tried to go further than that, mainly because I did not want to jeopardize our friendship. Whether she would ever allow me to go further is another question. Women can be strange beings. For some a squeeze of a boob is regarded as the equivalent of a pat on the butt, but it does not necessary mean she's ready to hop into the sack with you. Others just about cry rape if you dare touch their boobs on the first date!

Mel has a thing for sexy bra's and has a wide collection, from half cups to the sheerest see-thru ones. I get to see them almost on a daily basis. She has no problem with me sneaking a peek or even copping a feel now and then. In fact, I have explored every square inch of those boobs on several occasions, yet I have never seen them in their naked glory. That is the only remaining no-no as far as her boobs are concerned. Regrettably, other than feeling up that firm sexy behind of hers, nothing much has happened. I have never even had a glimpse of her panties.

Mel always insists that John, her husband, was her first sexual experience and that she has never been with another man. When I tease her about her inexperience, she assures me that he satisfies her every need and that she never felt the need to be with another man. I am always quick to tell her that this makes no sense to me at all. Let us say you have ice cream for the first time in you life and it is strawberry flavor. Can you possibly enjoy it so much that you are quite happy to have strawberry ice cream for the rest of your life without wondering what chocolate or vanilla tastes like? I think not! How can she be so sure that her husband is the perfect lover without having anything to compare him to?

We drive out of town, chatting about this and that. She appears very relaxed and I decide it is time for the next move.

'Do you know how long I've waited for an opportunity to be alone with you?' I ask and place my hand on her thigh.

'Yeah, right...' she replies with a smile. I get the impression that she thinks that we are headed for Dana's farm. One thing I can say for this woman -- she's not stupid!

I keep teasing her without much success until we reach the turn-off to Dana. I drive past it. For the first time there is a reaction. She becomes quieter, a tinge of uncertainty showing in those green eyes.

'Where are you going..?' she asks.

'Like I said -- today is our day!' I tease. "I have discovered this very private spot. You'll love it. Nobody will ever know we're there. So you're all mine for the rest of the afternoon!'

'Tell you what. Let's go and visit Dana, OK?' she tries to save the situation. She is now visibly worried.

'And allow this great opportunity to pass me by? You must be joking!' I lay it on quite thick. The idea is, after all, to scare her, not to seduce her.

'Please... I'm dying for a cup of coffee.' she pleads

'Maybe on the way back, if you're good. Now just relax. Don't look so worried. You're going to love it. I promise.' I deliberately say all the wrong things and it has the desired effect. She is now really worried and for the first time since I've known her, she looks flustered. I can tell that she has no idea how to handle the situation.

Then I notice an abandoned quarry along the side of the road. Perfect! I turn off and drive into the crater left by the road workers.

'What do you think? All the privacy in the world! Isn't it just perfect?' I tease.

She stares blankly at the heap of gravel in front of the car. 'Great view! Very romantic setting. I must admit, you've got style!' she mumbles and moves as far away from me as possible.

'Well, what are we waiting for? Come and give me a hug.' I say.

She glares at me. 'No!' she says firmly

'Come on. Don't be difficult now!' I say and start to take off my shirt. 'Oh, and don't be such a prude! Feel free to take off your top.'

She stares at me in disbelief.

I lean towards her and pull her towards me. She pulls away, not saying anything. I kiss her on the cheek. No reaction. I fumble with the top button of her blouse. She grabs my hand and pushes me away.

'Never mind. No rush. We've got time. Let's have a couple of toots. I'm sure that will loosen you up!' I say as I draw a bottle of cheap brandy and some Coke with two glasses from underneath the seat. All part of the plan, of course. I open the brandy and pour some into a glass. 'Say when.' I say.

She looks at me in absolute horror! 'Have you lost your bloody mind?! And I thought I knew you! Is this what you really think of me?' She is very upset, her lower lip trembling and tears in her eyes.

I decide that she's had enough.

I start to laugh. 'OK, OK! You can relax. I'm just teasing you. My 'birthday present' to you.' I toss the brandy out the window.

She looks at me, not knowing what to make of the situation. Then she realizes that I was just joking. Her eyes light up. 'You little shit! I should have known. This is just not you. I was wondering what had gotten into you...' She throws her arms around me and gives me a peck on the cheek. 'Damn you!' she says as she playfully hits me with her fist on the shoulder. 'As far as I know you don't even drink brandy. Come, let's get out of this horrible place!'

'Yeah, let's go. But I do have something to show you, not far from here. That is if you are not too scared to come with me.' I say.

'Nothing can be worse than what I have just been through. Come show me. I'd love to see it.' she replies.

I drive further down the road and then take a hardly noticeable turn-off into a pine forest. We drive for about two kilometers. I can see that Mel is her old self again. All is forgiven!

We suddenly reach a clearing the middle of the forest next to the river. A waterfall of about eight meters high falls into a deep, crystal clear pool of water.

'Incredible...!' she says. I park the car. We get out and walk to the side of the pool. There we sit on a huge flat rock and enjoy the view. The fine spray of water feels cool against my skin.

'Now I really feel like a swim. Do you mind?' I ask

'Of course not! Enjoy it.' she replies.

'What about you?' I ask.

'I'd love to, but you never told me to bring swimming gear, dear...' she explains.

'Well, I haven't brought swimming gear either, so my undies will just have to do.'

She gives me a suspicious look. 'Getting up to our tricks again, are we?' she asks.

'On the contrary!' I reply. 'Just think of your undies as a bikini and of mine as a Speedo. In any case, it's not like I've never seen your bra before... But please. No pressure. It's just a suggestion. If you'd rather not, I'll understand.' I can see that she's very tempted.

'Well, here goes! If the sight of my undies is a bit much for you, I suggest you wait in the car. I won't be long.' I say.

'I'm a big girl. I'm sure I'll survive it.' she says.

I get up and take off my shoes and clothes while she looks at me. Wearing only my undies, I turn to her. 'See? How is this different to a Speedo? It's just the name!' I say.

'I guess you're right.' she says. 'I'm just being silly.'

'Does that mean that you'll be swimming with me?' I ask hopefully.

'Maybe. But not unconditionally. First of all, no more tricks. Secondly, you stay behind me until I'm in the water. Your undies are not exactly the same as mine, remember...'

'No need for conditions.' I say. 'As I said -- no pressure. Your choice.'

'OK. You stay right there.' she instructs. She takes about three steps forward in the direction of the pool, her back towards me. She puts her bag down and kicks off her shoes. She starts undoing the buttons of her blouse. I wonder what bra she has on today. She pulls the blouse over her shoulders, folds it up and puts it on her bag. No half cup today. The thin white straps of her sheer bra cause a stirring in my underpants. She has a fine sexy spray of tiny freckles on her shoulders. I wish she would turn around.

Her hands drop to the front of her jeans. She undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. She slowly wriggles out of the tight jeans, pulling her white panties down with it until the crack of her fine ass starts to show. She pulls the jeans down to her knees and then lets go to pull up the sexy, high cut panties. The sheer, white material stretches over her ass. Then she bends forward and takes off the jeans. I am now shamelessly staring at her with a raging hard-on! I fold my hands over the bulging monster, hoping that she won't notice.

She does not look back at me. Instead she walks into the water with a lazy, sexy sway of her hips. I sheepishly follow her into the water, my eyes riveted to that sexy butt. She slides down into the water and glides forward through the pool with long, easy strokes. I feel an intense desire to follow her and take her into my arms, but I fight it. I swim into the pool, keeping my distance. I want to give her enough space to get comfortable with the situation.

'Gee, this place is absolutely fantastic!' she says, treading water a few yards from me.

'Consider it another of your birthday gifts.' I reply.

'Why, thank you, my dear man! It is very much appreciated.' she says.

'I was hoping that you'd show your appreciation better than that.' I tease.

'Well, all right then... Just don't feel too sorry for yourself!' She swims up to me and stands in front of me, the water up to her neck. She takes my head between her hands and kisses me gently on the mouth. 'Thank you.' she says and swims away while I'm still pondering whether to take her in my arms or not.

I look at her, swimming away from me. The tables are turned. The shoe is on the other foot. As I was in control on the way here, she is in control now. A complete role reversal. I am her slave but I'll be damned if I'd let her know that! There is no way she cannot realize what she is doing to me! I'm sure she is playing with me. I hate to admit it, but I have no idea how to handle the situation. I want her so badly, but I how on earth do I approach her?

I decide to get out of the water before I make a fool of myself. Besides, if I am out of the water first, nothing is going to stop me from getting an eyeful of her wet body when she comes out. A consolation prize, but way better than nothing! I get out and sit on the rock, leaning against the tree.

'How now, big boy..?' she calls, somewhat surprised. 'I thought you wanted to swim? Had enough already?'

'You enjoy yourself. I'll be back in a minute. I just want to enjoy the sun for a while.' I lie.

From where I sit I have an unspoilt view of her frolicking in the water. With me out of the water she appears even more relaxed. She is floating on her back in the water. Her wet undies are now totally transparent, but she is too far for me to make out any detail.

She swims to the waterfall on the other side of the pool. She gets out of the water and walks along the rocky ledge until she is standing under the falling water. She is far from me, but I am sure I can see her nipples and pubic hair through the wet undies. She showers and plays under the water as if complete unaware of my existence. How I wish I could capture all this on video... But wait! Why not! I brought my digital video camera along to videotape the surprise party.

I rush to the car. I get in and take the camera from the cubby hole. She will not see me from here. I zoom in on her through the front window. I am 100% correct! She might as well have been standing naked under the water! Her hard nipples are pushing against the wet, transparent material of her bra and the bronze triangle of her pubic hair is clearly visible through the front of her sexy panties. I take a few minutes of footage of her. I have an erection that is so hard that it aches!

Then the devil inside me takes over. Who knows what might still happen here today? I get into the back of the car and set up my camera behind the back seat next to the rear speakers so that it points through the small rear side window in the direction of the tree. I zoom in on the area on the grass in front of the tree and press the record button. I cover the camera with a T-shirt that was lying on the floor, making sure that the lens is not obstructed. Perfect!

I take a picnic blanket and cooler bag with drinks from the trunk of the car. I spread the blanket on the grass in front of the tree. I lie down with my back against the tree.

I look at Mel, just in time to see her diving into the water and swimming towards me. The moment of truth has arrived! She has to come out of the water now. She walks out of the water, holding her arms in front of her breasts in a half-hearted attempt to maintain some degree of decency. She walks slightly huddled forward. I'm not sure if it is because of the cold or whether she is trying to hide her see-thru panties. The wet bra is not lending her much support and it is awesome to see those firm boobs bobbing and swaying as she walks. Hard-on time again!

She stands in front of me, arms still crossed in front of her boobs.

'Now that was awesome!' she says. 'But now I'm sopping wet and I'm sure you did not think of bringing towels, right?'

'Sorry, no towels.' I reply.

'So that means I will have to bake dry in the sun before I can get dressed.' she says.

She kneels beside her bag and takes out a brush. She might as well have been topless! Every detail of those magnificent boobs is clearly visible. I wonder if she is aware of it. My hard-on is straining against the top elastic of my undies. She turns her back to me and starts to brush her hair. Perfect! She is now looking straight at the camera.

I stare at her firm buttocks. The thin, wet material of her panties leaves nothing to the imagination. I cannot resist the temptation and place my hand on her buttock. No response. She just continues to brush her hair. I stroke her butt over the wet panties. It does not seem to worry her at all. I slip my hand into the side of her panties and squeeze her naked butt. Still she ignores me. I take the undersides of her panties and pull it upwards into the crack of her ass, giving her the perfect wedgie. It looks like she is now wearing a G-string. I stroke her naked butt again.

She looks back at me with a mischievous smile. 'Having fun..?'

'VERY much so!' I reply, giving her butt a friendly squeeze.

'Well, I'm sorry to ruin your party, but I have to sit down now.' she says, putting the brush back into the bag. She stands in front of me, her bronze haired pussy straining against the front of her panties, inches from my face. 'Where can I sit?' she asks

I pull up my knees, only too glad to have an excuse to hide my raging hard-on. 'There... An instant recliner for you.' I offer, gesturing to my knees.

'Why, thank you! Very considerate of you. What a gentleman!' she teases and leans back against my drawn-up knees.

I open the cooler bag next to me and take out two cold drinks for us.

'Wow! Now that is just what the doctor ordered! You thought of everything!' she says, gladly accepting the drink.

We make small talk while we finish our drinks. I suddenly part my knees and she falls back with her head against my chest. I put my arm around her and my hand lands on her left boob.

'You evil man! You gave me a fright!' she scolds and places her hand on top of mine. As I have mentioned before, her boobs are not really unexplored territory to me, so it does not surprise me that she is not making an effort to remove my hand. She seems pretty comfortable with it.

She leans back with her head against my chest and relaxes. Her hand falls from mine into her lap. I slip my hand into her bra and my fingers fold around her naked flesh. No objection. I gently tug on her nipple. She sighs softly.

Although I have played with her boobs more times than I can remember, I have never seen them in all their naked splendor. I decide that now is the time to do something about that. I push the bra to the side and lift her left boob out of its confinement. She reacts by putting her hand over mine, thus covering her boob. I keep my hand still, giving her time to get used to the new boundaries we're crossing.

Then I start to play with her nipple under her hand. Slowly she relaxes and her hand falls back into her lap. Her naked breast is lily white, her nipple light pink as only a true redhead's can be. I watch my fingers gently tugging on her hard nipple.

I slip my hand under the bra of her right boob and pop it out. Again no objection. I lie back and play with her tits while gently nibbling on her ear. She moans softly. Surely she must be aware of my monster hard-on pressing against her back!

Then I let go of her tits and push her slightly forward. I start to undo her bra.

'Please... Don't...' she says softly.

'Shhh... It's not going to make any difference, is it?'

She does not reply. I unhook the bra and slip it over her shoulders. She holds it hesitantly over her boobs as if she is having second thoughts. Then she slips it over her arms and places it next to us on the blanket.

I pull her down next to me and take her into my arms. I push my knee through her thighs and pull her leg over me. Her plump pussy is now resting on my thigh, her naked breasts pushing soft and warm against my chest. Heaven!