Buck Naked (3 page)

Nicki turned around. Her eyes widened.

Sabine was buck-naked save for a small tuft of dark brown pubic hair on her mound.

“You had that all waxed off?”

Sabine lifted herself up onto the massage table. She spread her legs slightly, displaying her fuzz free sex. A little droplet of lust dribbled into the crack of her ass. She was enjoying this. Teasing Nicki was turning her on. Actually, any attention would do. She was still feeling sore from Evan’s obvious disinterest. Sabine didn’t like not being lusted after. She felt it was unnatural for a woman of her stature. Anyway, she’d never seduce the girl. Her experimentation with women was in the past.

Sabine had had a couple of sexual encounters with women. Once in Europe, when she was touring with her then-boyfriend JP. They had a threesome with a Dutch stripper. It had been enlightening and entertaining. Then when Sabine was in college, she had one night of very hot liberating sex with her English professor. Beth had been married, but was looking for something to spice up her life. She found it in Sabine.

Nicki stared, mesmerized by the display. “Didn’t it hurt?”

“A little. If it’s done right, it hurts quite nicely.”

Nicki blushed. Sabine narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you.” Sabine grabbed the offered towel and covered herself up.

“You didn’t. It’s just I’ve never met someone so…”

“Liberated?”

“Crass.”

Sabine chuckled. “Sometimes it is the same thing, no?” She rolled over onto her stomach. Nicki draped a towel over her round, tight ass.

“I’m not a prude, you know. I’ve had sex. In fact, I’m getting married next week.”

“Really? Let me guess. Tall, dark, wears a John Deere hat?”

“How did you know?”

“He gave me a ride into town when my car broke down.”

“Really. He never told me that when I talked to him.”

“Honey, they never do.” Sabine looked back at Nicki’s furrowed brow, and laughed. “Don’t worry love, I’m definitely not interested. Besides he told me he was getting married to a real sexy chick.”

Nicki smiled. “He did?”

“You bet.” She smiled as she lay back down. The girl was adorably naive. Sabine thought that she’d never been that innocent. Probably not even when she was born.

Nicki squirted oil onto her hands. She rubbed them briskly together, then set them on Sabine's back. She rubbed them over her shoulder blades.

“You have gorgeous skin.”

“Thanks.”

Nicki continued to rub and massage Sabine’s back. She had good hands, Sabine thought. Firm and long, but not rough. She applied the right pressure at the right spots. Sabine closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the rapt attention to her stiff muscles. She wondered if Evan’s hands would be as thorough.

She imagined that they would be rough and strong. Molding and squeezing at his leisure. Caring only for his pleasure. Taking what he wanted. Giving only what she begged for.

“Can I ask you something?” Nicki asked.

Sabine broke out of her carnal thoughts. “Sure.”

“Well, you, ah, seem very open about certain things, so I was wondering if you could give me some sexual advice.”

Sabine’s eyes flashed open. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“I want to give Dean a really good blowjob.”

Sabine sat up on the table. “Okay, do you have a dildo in here, or something like that?”

Nicki blushed again. “No.”

“You don’t own a dildo?”

Nicki shook her head.

“Girl, you’re in real trouble. Okay, let me go up to my room.”

“No, wait, I thought of something.”

Nicki bolted out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Sabine shook her head. She couldn’t believe that in this day and age, a girl didn’t have at least one sex toy. It was a crime. It was unconstitutional. It should be part of the Canadian Charter of Rights. “It shall be written that all women of the age of sixteen be given a dildo, a vibrator, and —optional—a butt plug for their full enjoyment, and shall never feel embarrassed for having such items.”

Sabine smiled. She was enjoying herself. She really liked this girl. Teaching was something she’d always dreamed of doing. Sure, she had wanted to teach elementary school, but this was going to be far more interesting and rewarding.

Nicki burst into the room. She had two big yellow bananas in her hands and was grinning wildly.

Sabine laughed as she grasped the yellow phallus. “That’s perfect.”

Nicki beamed with pride.

Sabine sat up on the table, pulling the towel forward to cover her front. “Do you have a robe?”

Nicki handed her a soft white terry robe. She slipped it on, then patted the spot next to her on the table. Nicki jumped up next to her.

“Okay, the first thing you have to learn is the right pressure to put on the guy’s penis.”

Nicki wrapped her long hand around the banana, squeezing tightly. “Like this?”

Sabine chuckled. “Not unless you want him to squeal like a girl.”

Nicki blushed, and relinquished her hold.

“
Cherié
, it’s all right. They’ll let you know how hard they like it. Just start off with a firm grip at the base of his cock.” Sabine held up her fruit and gripped the banana around the curve.

Nicki mimicked her actions.

“Now wet your lips thoroughly.” Sabine stuck out her tongue and ran it thoroughly around her plump lips. “They’ll think it's because you think their cock’s the yummiest thing you ever had in your mouth, when in fact it's because you don’t want them to stick clumsily on their dick.”

Nicki laughed while she licked her lips.

Sabine put the tip of the banana up to her mouth. “Open your mouth wide—not too wide, though, don’t want them getting too excited.” She opened her mouth. “And move your head down on it slowly, sensuously.”

Nicki sucked the banana into her mouth. She gagged, and started to cough.

Sabine laughed and patted her on the back. “Easy,
cherié
, you’re not a vacuum. However much they’d love us to be.”

Nicki giggled and tried again. This time she did it slowly and carefully.

“Good job.” Sabine grinned. “Now you can add some long licks on the side, then a tongue swirl on the tip, then slide it back in.”

“That sounds too complicated to remember.”

“Just pretend you’re eating an ice cream cone. You could even buy some flavored lubricant to dribble on his cock. Strawberry, even.”

Nicki laughed. “You’re fun.”

Sabine smiled, feeling at ease and relaxed. Something she had not felt in a long time. “So are you.”

* * *

Teaching Nicki how to give head had been a perfect distraction from the things on Sabine’s mind. She needed a new plan to fence her necklace. She also needed to find out if there was a police bulletin out for her. She tried to call Mr. Smith in Vancouver, but had no luck in speaking with him. She’d have to keep trying until she reached him. Luckily, Jean did not know the name of her fence, just where she was heading. She was also lucky she had switched license plates along the way, or certainly her car would have been already spotted. Possibly, the plan could still go through, but she did not want to risk it. She stayed out of jail because of her caution.

Caution should have stilled her feelings for Evan, but instead only fueled her lust. She knew playing around with him could only be hazardous. Putting her at risk of discovery, possibly arrest. That of course, fueled her lust even more.

She’d have to track down Nicki’s gorgeous cousin, Evan, and pump him for information. Or if time permitted, he could pump her.

Chapter Three

After a long hot shower, Sabine worked up a thirst. She phoned down to the front desk and asked where one could get a drink and some entertainment. Kathy at the front told her to go to Fisherman’s Tackle, just up the road.

Sabine dressed in a short cotton summer dress with spaghetti straps. She didn’t wear any underwear. It was too hot for underwear, she concluded.

She walked the short distance to the bar. It was an old rundown wooden structure that sagged with age. She stepped cautiously onto the deck and opened the cracked wood door. It creaked as she opened it.

She stepped into a dark and smoky room. She looked around at its rustic furnishings and smiled. How adorable, she thought.

All eyes turned on her the minute she set foot into the room. She sashayed up to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. She crossed her legs slowly. The boys playing pool nearly dropped their sticks. The girls with them pouted.

“What can I get you, little lady?”

The bartender was a bear of a man with a scruffy beard. He leaned on the bar toward Sabine and smiled. A front tooth was missing.

Sabine smiled. “A Slippery Nipple.”

He choked. “Excuse me?”

“You know, the shooter?”

“Oh right. The shooter.”

“I’ll have one of those and scotch on the rocks.”

The barman chuckled. “Coming right up.”

Sabine surveyed the room as he made her drinks. The place was modest and cramped. Old scarred wooden tables were haphazardly placed around the room. Three booths, with duct-tape holding them together, lined up along a wall. Dartboards lined another wall, and a pool table was shoved, as a second thought, into a corner. It was the kind of bar that every small town had, dirty and smoky. A place that was packed every Friday and Saturday night with locals wanting to let off a little steam, and to find that next sexual conquest. Sabine loved it.

The boys playing pool still eyeballed her. She smiled and moved on. There was a young couple in a booth, and another couple in a corner table. They were a good-looking couple. A couple you see often on the pages of entertainment magazines or in society papers. They had the look of money on them.

They both smiled at her. She smiled back. She knew the smile. She’d seen it often enough. “We find you attractive and exciting.” She might take them up on that if nothing else presented itself. Some would find that shameless, but she was a woman that liked sex. She was not ashamed of her pursuit of it. She was always careful in her selections and relied on contraceptives for her safe conduct. To hell, she thought, for those who condemned her behavior. Those who thought love and sex went hand in hand. Sabine had been around long enough to know that that was a myth perpetrated by married women and naïve single virgins looking to get married.

She continued her survey. Her eyes rested hungrily on the booth in the back. Surprise. Surprise.

Evan sat alone drinking a beer. He didn’t look up at her.

The barman set her drinks in front of her.

“Merci.” She took the shooter and pounded it back. She grabbed her other drink and slid off the stool. Time to do some pumping.

She swayed up to Evan’s table. He looked up at her as she approached. She was like sex-on-a-stick.

“Want some company?”

He said nothing as he stared at her. His eyes bore into hers like sharp icicles. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. His icy distance was making her hot.

She sat down across from him. “Not much of a talker, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Good. I like the strong silent type. There’s more to a mouth than talking.”

She took a sip of her drink, looking at him over the glass. He continued to stare at her. She set her glass down and stared back. Her legs were quivering. She moved them to stop the quake. With each movement, her cunt throbbed. It ached so bad it hurt. She shifted on the seat to quiet the pulse.

“You’re the local law here, aren’t you?”

“Yup.” He took a swig of his beer.

“Must be quiet. Not a lot of action going on in a small town like this.”

She rubbed her finger over the rim of the glass seductively. He never glanced down.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On what you’re into.”

Sabine licked her lips. The man was driving her insane. And all he was doing was looking at her. His indifference to her made her want him desperately. It took everything in her not to beg.

“So, what are you into, Constable Brady?”

* * *

Evan took another swig of beer. His mouth was dry. Looking at her sucked the life out of him. He’d never seen such a gorgeous woman before. She was exotic looking, with her thick, shiny dark hair, green eyes, and taffy-colored skin. Her nipples begged him to touch them through the thin cotton of her dress. He thought he’d go mad with want of her. But he was damned if he was going to let her see that.

“Definitely not supermodels.”

“Really? And why not? You don’t like beautiful women?” She smiled.

“To look at, sure. But I need a woman that has a brain. Some wit, and some adventure. Someone that’s not afraid.”

“Not afraid of what?”

“Life, love, sex, anything I show her.”

 
“I’m not a supermodel. I have an IQ of 138, and I’m not afraid of anything.”

He grinned. “Is that a challenge?”

“Yes, it is.”

They stared at each other like boxers across the ring. Neither one looking away. No hesitation. No fear.

“I’m not interested.” He took another swig of his beer.

 
“
C’est la vie
. No harm in trying, is there?” She picked up her drink and pounded the rest back. She set it down gently on the table and smiled. “I’ll see you around.”

Evan watched her as she got up from the table. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he noticed that she was not wearing any underwear. He caught a glimpse of one full, round buttock before she adjusted her dress. Maybe he was making a mistake. Maybe he read her wrong. Maybe she didn’t want to play.

* * *

Sabine let the breath out slowly that she had been holding. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How could he not be interested? This was more teasing, she was sure. His pupils were dilated with lust, that she knew. She’d seen it many times before. If this was the sport he wanted to play, then she was game.

Sabine chuckled softly. He was teasing her with his words. She’d had foreplay before, but not like this. She was dripping with desire. She could feel the silky moisture on her inner thighs. Her tits ached painfully. Her nipples couldn’t get any harder, and more peaked.

Before she walked out the door, she glanced briefly over her shoulder. She knew Evan was watching her. She could almost feel his eyes burrowing their way into her body. She smiled and winked, then pushed the door open. She walked out into the sultry night air.

There was a slight breeze as Sabine walked down the road to the hotel. The air felt glorious over her sweaty skin and under her skirt. She needed a shower again. Her thighs almost stuck together from the sticky residue of her lust. That man drove her wild, even without touching her. She almost fainted at the thought of his hands on her. She imagined the damage he could do to her with one firm touch of his thick, callused finger.

A branch snapped behind her. Sabine stopped walking. She glanced behind her, spying a figure in the shadows on the road. She smiled.

“I thought you weren’t interested?”

“I’m not. Just making sure you’re not causing any trouble.”

“What kind of trouble could
I
possibly cause?”

He chuckled. “I know your type, girl. Anywhere you go you expect to be catered to, bowed down to. When you bat those pretty eyes or cross those shapely legs, you expect the world to fall to their knees.”

“If you really knew my type, Constable, we wouldn’t be talking.”

“Maybe.”

“Why don’t you walk up here beside me?”

“No, thanks. I’m fine where I am.”

“Scared?”

“A cautious man is not necessarily a frightened one.”

She laughed. “Suit yourself.”

Sabine continued walking. She heard the footsteps behind her. They comforted her, yet excited her. He thought he was protecting his town from her. Little did he know that it was her who needed protection from him. She found him far more dangerous than any would-be abductor. Dangerous men were her one and only weakness. And this one made her feel as meek as a lamb.

She made it to the hotel and walked up the flight of stairs to the second floor balcony. She knew that he was still watching her. She could still feel his gaze burning her flesh. She walked calmly to her door. Before she unlocked the door, she turned to look over the balcony railing. He was standing below, looking up at her.

She smiled down at him. “Last chance, Constable.”

“I’ll take the risk.”

Sabine was vibrating inside. She wanted to run down the stairs and rip at his clothes. She wanted to attack his flesh, find purpose in his mouth. She never felt so wanton.

“Suit yourself.” She turned to go into her room, but quickly turned back. “But here’s a little preview of the coming attractions.”

Sabine slipped the straps off her shoulders. The dress slithered to the ground. She stepped out of it and put her hands delicately on her rounded hips. She stood in the open air, deliciously naked, for anyone that cared to look.

* * *

Evan gasped as she stood naked above him. Her bronzed skin glistened in the hotel lights. Her breasts were perfectly round and perky. Her nipples tilted up to the heavens, where he was certain she was made. Only with the grace of God could Mother Nature create such an exquisite example of a woman. Her body was sleek and muscular. Her stomach was flat, her hips flared. He couldn’t see beyond that. The top board on the railing blocked his view. He cursed the craftsmanship.

“Who are you?” he said with awe in his gruff voice.

She laughed. “Just a girl looking for a good time.”

She stepped closer to the railing, and propped one high-heeled foot up onto the board, her legs spread wide for his viewing pleasure. She trailed a finger over her displayed sex. It was hot and wet, aching for his touch. She brought her glistening finger up to her mouth, slid it between her lips and sucked it dry.

Evan groaned loudly at the display. No woman had ever sordidly shown herself to him. His ex-wife had been prudish about sex. They had always done it in the dark. The wildest she had ever gotten was to straddle him on top. Evan desired more from his sex life. He wanted a woman who was not afraid of her sexuality. Not afraid to take for her own pleasure. To thrill at her own abandon. He'd found it in Sabine. But could he survive her vicious assault on his hormones?

“Girl, you could get arrested for that.”

She laughed. “Then come up and arrest me. I could use some good discipline.”

He groaned deep in his throat at the thought of her bound and at his mercy. “I’m not on duty.”

“But I am.” Suki stepped out of the shadows, dressed impeccably in her uniform.

Evan stumbled back, shocked at her arrival. “I was just getting the situation under control.”

Suki glanced down at his crotch. The fabric of his jeans strained with the enormous erection. “Yeah, sure you were.”

Sabine smiled down at the petite woman. She was not ashamed of her nakedness. “I was just showing Constable Brady that I was unarmed and harmless.”

“I doubt that very much. And I am going to arrest you for indecent exposure.”

Sabine grabbed her tits in both hands and squeezed them. “These are anything but indecent.”

Suki cursed under her breath and stepped toward the stairs. Evan quickly grabbed her arm. He looked up at Sabine.

“Girl, I suggest you get your ass inside your room immediately. I’ll take care of things down here.”

Sabine must have heard the angry restraint in his voice, since she decided not to press her luck. The last thing she needed was to be fingerprinted and booked. She picked up her dress and quickly went into her room, winking at Evan before she firmly closed the door.

“You’re pressing your luck, Evan.” Suki crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “That girl is dangerous.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Just the way I like them.”

Suki shook her head. “You’re the law here, asshole. You can’t be acting like a horny teenager wagging your dick around every time a good-looking girl walks by.”

“I’m not wagging my dick.”

“If I waited a couple more minutes, I’m sure you would have had it out.”

“I can control myself, Suki, I’m not a teenager.”