Another sharp intake of breath announced her invasion of her pleasure pool. The single finger entered and exited in a slow, rhythmic tempo that matche... her breathing. She unfolded a second finger and it accompanied the other in its travels into her depths that were hidden from me in shadow.The pace increased and her back arched as her pleasure mounted. Her fingers fucked her hairless sex in a relentless and increasingly bruising drive towards an orgasm. Her chest rose in staccato as her. Learning how my body responds. A quick flick of panic swept through me. Will you come? Now that thought sends a little fear into me, and What if you do come? Can I go through with this? I pinch my nipple that little harder. No! No perceiving of dread! No doubts! I am not allowed them. The burning sensation of the smack on my backside brings my mind to the bareness of my body. Ah yes, today I get to try things out for myself. We have our safe word. And you know my limited experience is almost. Charity whimpered in Kalinda’s arms expecting the worst from her perspective of a confirmed pessimist in unknown circumstances. Kalinda did her best to reserve judgement because the yacht was at least flying the colors of a recognized European country and not some “fly-by-night” banana republic.The small landing boat had a crew of four. They were all Caucasian in appearance and the two passengers were dressed in fashionable clothes suited more for a day at the marina or the beach club than on a. After shutting off the water, I opened the door, grabbed the towel and started to dry off. “You go for the shaved look too then,” Jack asked. “What got you into it?” “Ages ago, I asked an ex to go bare. She said fine, but only if I would too. Haven’t stopped since. Feels good doesn’t it?” “Yeah, sure does. Mind you it’s a bit itchy right now.” He had a feel of his balls, then stepped into the cubicle and started showering. I finished drying and rather than putting the towel around me, stayed.