both took a long swig. Then Eva did something that shocked Andre. She laid face up on her lounge chair and didn’t cover her boobs. She just reclined and continued to sun herself like she’d been doing it for years. Andre was truly impressed.
“Wow. You know that caning I said you were going to get tonight?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a smile.
“Well, now you’re not getting it. When you voluntarily show your tits like you are now you earn a privilege and that means your whipping tonight is cancelled. And I’ll tell you something else. You were the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen when you walked down that beach. And the reason I’m lying on my stomach right now is because I have to, if you know what I mean,” he laughed.
Eva laughed. “So everyone can see my big tits but not your big cock, is that it?”
“Exactly,” laughed Andre. “Honey, you did great. Tell me how it made you feel to do that.”
Eva lowered her voice to a whisper. “The worst was the first few seconds. I was dizzy from the fear. I just focused on the beer shack at the end of the beach and tried not to notice everything around me. I practically threw the money at the beer guy and hurried back. But the weird thing was I was less afraid walking back. And - oh my God, I can’t believe I’m saying this - it started to make me so horny. I was thinking about you watching me and getting excited. I felt like I was putting on a show for only you, and I just got so…so wet from doing it.”
“It’s your inner sexuality, Eva. It was always there but you tried to ignore it. Deep down, you want to be a little slut. And do you know what? You’re good at it. All we need to do is squeeze out the last of your inhibitions. So right now I want you to have an orgasm right in your chair,” Andre told her.
Eva knew that wouldn’t be legal. “What? How?” then she quickly added, “Sir.”
Andre gave her instructions, “Do it discreetly. Cross your legs and press your thighs together firmly. Vary the pressure on your clit. I want you to look at me while you do it. I want to see your orgasm in your face. Do it right now.”
“Yes, Sir,” Eva said with thin reluctance. She did as instructed and Andre saw very subtle contractions in her leg muscles, her chest heaved fast and shallow and her bare nipples swelled thick. After a minute she bit her lower lip just slightly and pressed her head back into the chair. Nobody noticed but Andre. “Thank you very, very much, Sir,” she moaned in a way that she knew would please him. Andre just smiled more.
They enjoyed a perfect day at the beach. He told her to get dressed and they packed up and walk a mile or so along the beach as the sun was setting. Andre wanted to make a stop at a cozy beach bar and have another drink or two before being driven back to the hotel. He found a palapa bar that was operated by an expat from Liverpool, England. Not surprisingly for a bartender, Russ was outgoing and friendly to his only two customers at that moment. They chatted with the usual tourist small talk for a while then Russ looked at Eva for a moment and said, “Didn’t I see you walking down the beach earlier today?”
Eva blushed. Andre jumped at the opportunity, “Not out front of here. We were down the way a mile or so. Was that where you were?”
Russ confirmed, “Right. I was at me mate’s place down the way and walkin’ up here to open the pub. I saw you walkin’ with a couple of beers. That was you, right?”
Eva couldn’t answer. This was perfect for Andre. “Yeah, that was her. Was she topless?”
“Yeah,” answered Russ.
“That was her. She went down to the beer shack and got us a couple of Sol’s. It was her first time being topless in public. She didn’t want to do it at first but she’s learning to be more submissive so I like to give her things to do that push her limits.”
Russ was eager to hear more. He knew it wasn’t going to be the typical banter he
“Wow. You know that caning I said you were going to get tonight?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a smile.
“Well, now you’re not getting it. When you voluntarily show your tits like you are now you earn a privilege and that means your whipping tonight is cancelled. And I’ll tell you something else. You were the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen when you walked down that beach. And the reason I’m lying on my stomach right now is because I have to, if you know what I mean,” he laughed.
Eva laughed. “So everyone can see my big tits but not your big cock, is that it?”
“Exactly,” laughed Andre. “Honey, you did great. Tell me how it made you feel to do that.”
Eva lowered her voice to a whisper. “The worst was the first few seconds. I was dizzy from the fear. I just focused on the beer shack at the end of the beach and tried not to notice everything around me. I practically threw the money at the beer guy and hurried back. But the weird thing was I was less afraid walking back. And - oh my God, I can’t believe I’m saying this - it started to make me so horny. I was thinking about you watching me and getting excited. I felt like I was putting on a show for only you, and I just got so…so wet from doing it.”
“It’s your inner sexuality, Eva. It was always there but you tried to ignore it. Deep down, you want to be a little slut. And do you know what? You’re good at it. All we need to do is squeeze out the last of your inhibitions. So right now I want you to have an orgasm right in your chair,” Andre told her.
Eva knew that wouldn’t be legal. “What? How?” then she quickly added, “Sir.”
Andre gave her instructions, “Do it discreetly. Cross your legs and press your thighs together firmly. Vary the pressure on your clit. I want you to look at me while you do it. I want to see your orgasm in your face. Do it right now.”
“Yes, Sir,” Eva said with thin reluctance. She did as instructed and Andre saw very subtle contractions in her leg muscles, her chest heaved fast and shallow and her bare nipples swelled thick. After a minute she bit her lower lip just slightly and pressed her head back into the chair. Nobody noticed but Andre. “Thank you very, very much, Sir,” she moaned in a way that she knew would please him. Andre just smiled more.
They enjoyed a perfect day at the beach. He told her to get dressed and they packed up and walk a mile or so along the beach as the sun was setting. Andre wanted to make a stop at a cozy beach bar and have another drink or two before being driven back to the hotel. He found a palapa bar that was operated by an expat from Liverpool, England. Not surprisingly for a bartender, Russ was outgoing and friendly to his only two customers at that moment. They chatted with the usual tourist small talk for a while then Russ looked at Eva for a moment and said, “Didn’t I see you walking down the beach earlier today?”
Eva blushed. Andre jumped at the opportunity, “Not out front of here. We were down the way a mile or so. Was that where you were?”
Russ confirmed, “Right. I was at me mate’s place down the way and walkin’ up here to open the pub. I saw you walkin’ with a couple of beers. That was you, right?”
Eva couldn’t answer. This was perfect for Andre. “Yeah, that was her. Was she topless?”
“Yeah,” answered Russ.
“That was her. She went down to the beer shack and got us a couple of Sol’s. It was her first time being topless in public. She didn’t want to do it at first but she’s learning to be more submissive so I like to give her things to do that push her limits.”
Russ was eager to hear more. He knew it wasn’t going to be the typical banter he
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