Liza's New Life Ch. 01

I sat in the car wearing a small, tight-fitting string bikini with just the tiniest robe that was trying its best to be a cover up. At the wheel sat an eighteen-year-old boy dressed in the casual garb of a ship's captain. We were on our way to his dad's boat for a day of sailing.

"And you must always say 'bulkhead,' never 'wall,' and port is left and starboard is right," his lecture on nautical nomenclature continued ad nauseam.

"Yes, I know. You told me that two blocks ago," I finally interrupted. "What I want to know is why you convinced my husband to send me with you, today. What's this thing you need help with? You said on the phone that Jake needed me."

"Yeah. Like I told Marc, Jake and I have something you need to help us with. It has to do with his girlfriend."

"Yes?" I brought out tentatively, afraid of what I was going to hear next.

"Oo! Oo! Flash that guy in the car." Sam shouted. "Hurry, before the light changes!"

"Oh, god," I said in resignation as I undid my seatbelt and shifted in my seat to present my chest to the window.

My movements caught the eye of the Mustang's driver, and I quickly pulled the narrow cups of my top to the side. The light changed, Sam sped away, and I recovered my nipples and settled back in the seat.

"Great!" Sam was excited. "That was so great."

How I, a married woman more than half a decade his senior, came to be in this situation is a long story. Suffice it to say that it all began when I accidentally saw Sam naked, coming out of the shower. Well, it was decided that I had incurred a certain...debt. His friend Jake saw it happen, so he was in on it, too. Well, the three of them, my husband and Sam and Jake, decided that to pay the debt I had to show myself to them. Marc stood me in front of the two boys and removed my dress. I was mortified, humiliated, but it might not have been such a big deal, such a life-changing event, had it not ignited something in Marc. He found that he really liked showing me off to others, and I found I loved him too much to say, "No." Things got both strange and complicated after that, as the boys saw to it that other debts were incurred, and made me promise to pay them. On top of the debts were often added penalties for minor infractions, and my promises to pay them became more and more complex. No, complex is not the correct word at all, because the promises that brought me to this point were so simple, actually, that they could be printed on a small anklet which even now hung above my foot, tickling and teasing me. "Anything," "No limits," "Anytime," "I promise," were the words inscribed on it, and on my conscience, my strict conscience which makes me keep every promise, to the letter.

We pulled into the marina before Sam answered my question.

"Liza," Sam said, "I want you to leave your robe open as we walk to the boat."

I knew what that would mean, and an anxious knot formed in my stomach. The bikini was so tight, and made of such a salacious material, that it outlined my pussy lips and defined my slit as if its purpose were indeed to call attention to my pudenda, not cover them. The docks, even on this weekday morning, were bustling, but I held my tongue, gathered my courage, and pulled the sides of my robe apart as I got out of the car.

"Actually, maybe it would just be better if we left it here. You won't need it on the boat, anyway." Sam slid the robe from my shoulders and down my arms. The outline of my nipples became visible as they strained against the flimsy material of the top, still firm from their recent airing. He threw the robe into the car, shut the door and locked it. "Yes, that's better. Much better." He looked me up and down with a delighted smile, but I could only cringe at the thought of my appearance in this tiny bikini with a small purse slung over my shoulder by a strap, and matching high heels.

He held me at the waist as we walked. I encircled his waist with my arm in turn, not knowing what else to do. I wanted to cover myself with my hands, move my purse to my crotch, but I knew I couldn't; that would violate the terms of the deal. The gaze of the men walking toward us never left my body. Those working on their boats beside the dock stopped to watch us pass. I tried to look nonchalant, then fixed my eyes on the horizon, then watched my feet for a while, all the time hoping that surly the next boat must be his.

"Sam, please tell me what you want me to do," I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer.

"Hi, Liza!" Jake called from the yacht at the very end of the dock, waving enthusiastically.

"Hi, Jake!" I yelled back, waving with my free hand.

The blonde in the denim skirt and t-shirt beside him waved, too. The distance between us caused an awkward pause between initial greeting and actual arrival, and it also served to make worse the anticipation of their first recognition of my nipples and pussy against the fabric of my bikini.

"Well?" I prodded Sam.

"You see Lynn, there?"

"Yes."

"Before the day is over, I want to see her naked. You are going to help us."

"What? How? Does Jake really want you to see his girl?"

"Of course," he replied naturally. "How to do it we haven't a clue. We'll come up with something, though, and you'll help."

'Oh, god,' I thought to myself. 'My life just gets more and more bizarre.'

Jake and Lynn were exchanging chitchat and friendly laughter as Sam and I grew near. I studied Lynn's face and searched for the expected shock at my attire, but her soft smile never changed as we were finally close enough for formal introductions. Sam had me remove my shoes before I stepped aboard, and it occurred to me that I hadn't been out of the car five minutes and already I'd lost two articles of clothing. I feared what else I would lose before the day was over.

Lynn offered me her hand as Sam and I came aboard. I shook it marveling at its delicateness. She was delicate all over, actually. She was short, tiny in very sense. If I hadn't been told she was eighteen, I would have taken her for a twelve-year-old. Under the half t-shirt that exposed her cute little tummy, I detected only the slightest suggestion of breasts. The denim skirt rode low on her hips, in the style of preteens who want to look grown-up.

When I released her hand, the most extraordinary thing happened: she slipped it inside the waistband of Jake's shorts, and down the front. From the bulge it was obvious that she had a handful of everything down there.My eyes became as large as saucers, but I said nothing. Jake winced slightly, but otherwise made no show that he had just been grabbed by the balls. Sam acted as if he didn't notice at all, but I thought I detected a flash of envy.

"So," Lynn said to me, "Jake and Sam tell me you posed naked for them."

I expected the subject to come up, but I didn't think it would be the first thing out of her mouth. From the inflection of her voice I couldn't tell whether she was questioning me, insulting me, or challenging me. I just stared at her; my jaw dropped.

"Well, uh...I had to," I stammered under my breath.

I looked to Sam for help, but he was determined to be a silent spectator. I didn't expect much from Jake, assuming that something probably had him by the tongue as well as elsewhere.

"What?" Lynn asked.

I couldn't tell whether she hadn't heard or was simply incredulous. I didn't know how to respond.

"Did you really?" She prodded.

I saw her hand shift inside Jake's shorts. I was sure she was squeezing her boyfriend, but he was silent, obviously trying hard to pretend that nothing was happening down there.

"Yes," was all I could manage. I shrugged my shoulders in a display of confusion and resignation.

"Yes? You mean you did? It's true? You really went naked?"

Her expression changed from quizzical to delight when I gave a simple nod.

"Lynn, why don't you take Liza below and help her stow her shoes and purse while Jake and I get underway? She'll tell you all about it, I'm sure," Sam finally spoke. "Oh, and find some sun block for her, too."

She drew her hand from Jake's crotch and, with that same hand, took me by the arm. Her fingers were wet. She led me from the cockpit down a short ladder to a large and well-appointed area below decks. I stood and surveyed the compartment as Lynn searched for the lotion. A small table by a radio transmitter with charts on it was to the side, and I laid my things on it. A couch was along the far bulkhead, and a galley was on the other side. Passageways leading to small berths were at the corners, and even a tiny toilet could be seen in another compartment. I could hear the boys' voices above, shouting to one another about ropes and this and that. I felt the boat rock and an engine start. I braced myself against the table and held onto it as we got underway.

"You'll get your sea legs," Lynn remarked and smiled at my uneasiness. "First time?"

"Yeah, this is a first for me. I never realized there was so much room on one of these boats. It's like a small apartment."

"Yeah, well, this is a nice one. Sam's dad has plenty of money."

"I didn't know..."

"We have Dramamine if you need it."

"I'll see how it goes. Sam promised the ocean would be like glass, today."

"So, do you like to go naked? Is it exciting?"

That the subject was back on that I found disconcerting, and I fell silent. I bowed my head.

"We have ways of making you talk," she said in a mock-German accent.

I raised my eyes to hers and couldn't help but smile. Her attempt at humor was reassuring, and I felt suddenly more comfortable in my new surroundings.

"I was with Sam and Jake when they bought the anklet. I know the whole story." Lynn seemed pleased with herself, like a twelve-year-old with a secret.

"What did they tell you?" I blurted out.

"That your own husband stripped you to punish you for being a peeping perv."

"I'm not..."

I stopped in mid-sentence. I knew that it was useless to try to defend myself. I hoped that if I just dropped it, perhaps she would, too.

"Show me what they saw," Lynn demanded, obviously wanting to escalate things, not drop them.

"I don't know what you mean," I stammered, hoping I had misunderstood her.

"Take off your bikini. That's what you do, isn't it?"

Well, there could be no feigning ignorance now. What she wanted was perfectly clear, and my comfort level plummeted. I just couldn't believe that I was standing before this child being told to undress. I was baffled and couldn't move.

"I know the meaning of the anklet," she pointed to it. "You have to do it. I know you do. You promised."

I took a deep breath to compose myself. I glanced at the ladder leading topside, wondering if a reprieve might come from the cockpit, but I knew it was hopeless. I knew that if they knew what was happening they would just make me do it all the faster.

I slowly reached for the tie on the string at the back of my neck. A gentle tug caused the cups of my top to fall. My nipples stood firm and erect, glad to be freed from their pressing captivity. Lynn's gaze was steady.

I reached behind my back to loosen the tie at the base of the cups and the whole piece fell to my feet. I relaxed my arms and let them dangle at my sides, as naturally as possible. I wanted my body language to convey to her both contempt and nonchalance.

What happened next I never could have expected: Lynn fell to her knees in front of me, but certainly not in a worshipful attitude. She grabbed the sides of my swimsuit bottom and pushed it down my hips and legs. It lay at my feet before I could even think what was happening. She stared into my shaved pussy, studying it. Even I, a torso away, could smell my arousal. My cheeks flamed at the knowledge that her nose was just inches from my sex, inhaling the answer to her question: "Yes, it's exciting to get naked."

"I didn't believe it! You do shave down here!" Lynn shouted. "Oh, my God! I just didn't believe it."

What I couldn't believe was that I was actually standing with my swimsuit around my ankles, being examined by this nymphet. I cursed that damned anklet now hidden in the puddle of my bikini.

Lynn ran her finger over my pussy.

"Wow, it's smooth," she exclaimed. "How often do you shave it?"

I squirmed at her touch, but was able to mutter through clenched teeth, "Every couple of days."

"I've never seen such a thing. I just can't believe it. Why do you do it?" Lynn continued to stare into my pussy.

"It's for my husband, Marc. He likes it," I replied with the best tone of a martyr I could muster.

"Wow! You look younger than me like this!" She started giggling and rolled backward onto her heels. "Now that's something!"

When she started laughing I felt more self-conscious than ever. Hoping that the examination was done I bent over, grasped the bikini bottom at my feet and began to pull it up.

"Oh, no you don't!" She grabbed the suit before it reached my calves. "Take it off, all the way off."

She brought it back down to the floor and made me step out of it. She took it and my top, wadded them up in a ball, opened a porthole and chucked them into the ocean. My eyes grew and my breath stopped, but I said nothing.

"That's the end of that!" Lynn proclaimed proudly. "Now, let's go up on deck and I'll put some sun block on you."

I obediently followed her up the ladder, but I did so hesitantly, with my head on a swivel wondering who, beside the boys, might see me. At the top of the ladder Sam and Jake stopped what they were doing to voice their approval of my nakedness, but Lynn hustled us past them. She led me to the bow, instructing me how and where to place each foot with every step. I was relieved to see that we had already sailed beyond the breakwater and no boats were close enough to tell I was naked. At the bow was a large flat area that seemed designed for sunbathing. A towel was already stretched over a large cushion and she had me lie on it.

The sea was truly like glass. It was incredibly beautiful and the chatter of gulls could be heard above us. 'I could really get used to this,' I thought to myself. I looked at the shore in the distance and marveled at the sight, then the first bit of cold lotion hit my back.

"I guess I'll have to spread this on every single inch of you, huh?" Lynn teased. "It's all the cover you'll get today, huh?" She cackled, quite pleased with her cleverness. "Do you like this? Being touched all over?" She just wouldn't stop taunting me.

Her fingers slipped between my ass checks and I jumped.

"I found a sensitive area, huh?"

"Umm," is all I could mutter.

"Hey, it looks pretty red down here. What's up with that?" Lynn remarked.

That there could be signs of my first anal experience, just about an hour ago, never occurred to me. Her touch in that area brought the memory back with a jolt. Suddenly the little girl touching my butt, the boat, the boys, everything disappeared for me. All I could think about was the spatula handle that had been thrust far into my bowels. All I wanted was for the spatula to be there again. I looked for nearby objects that might be shoved into my butt, filling me wonderfully as before, but there was nothing. Acting only on a mindless ache, I reached back, caught Lynn's hand and pressed it against my rosebud. I pushed myself hard against her hand.

"Hey!" she yelled and pulled away from me. "What in the hell?"

I quickly rolled over and sat up to face her. I held her hands in mine.

"Please don't tell the boys, please!" I begged. "It...it was an accident," I stammered.

Lynn's shock wore off, and she slowly drew her hands from mine and looked at me intently.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" she teased.

"You won't say anything, please?" I continued to beg.

"You like that...it...there?" Lynn's eyes were wide.

"Please, you must believe me, it's just something...please," I pleaded, not knowing what to say, how to answer.

"Lie down like you were," she told me.

I didn't move right away. I looked into her eyes and glanced at the boys busy with their rigging at the other end of the boat.

"Do as I say or I'll tell."

I lay down on my stomach, wondering what was going to happen. I looked at her over my shoulder, but she pressed my head forward, making me rest it on my arms now folded beneath my chin. I waited.

A large dollop of sun block landed between my buttocks. It was cool and I jerked. Lynn's warm hand followed, rubbing the lotion at my anus, making my pussy moist and my mind race.

"You like that, huh?" Lynn pressed.

I nodded my head slightly, going mad all the while.

She bent low and whispered in my ear. "Do you want my finger inside you?"

I nodded my head, ever so slightly.

Suddenly the engine stopped and a thunderous clanking of chains signaled that the anchor was descending to the depths.

"Hey, you two! We're stopping here while we eat. Come have lunch!" Sam shouted.

"Right there!" Lynn yelled back.

Lynn hurriedly finished my backside and I sat up. We worked together on my front: she spread the lotion on my legs while I did my upper torso and arms. I was glad the question as to who would handle my front had been so neatly resolved, but I couldn't help but wonder what might have been. I longed for that finger, too. As Lynn lead the way back to the cockpit, I couldn't help but reach back and touch my rosebud as we walked. I puckered and pressed. God, I wanted something in there. I noticed an apparatus that looked like a small anvil that was attached to the deck. Rope was wound around it. Its long, shinny aluminum horns seemed just the right length and thickness to fit up my ass. I envisioned myself on my back with my legs in the air pressed up against it, and I imagined the cool metal sliding into me.

"Are you girls hungry?" Sam asked as we stepped carefully into the cockpit.

I knew better than to try to cover myself in front of the boys, but I couldn't help but dangle one arm in front of my pussy, clinging to some small measure of modesty.

"Starving," Lynn replied. "I skipped breakfast and had hardly any supper at all. What have we got?"

Jake opened the large picnic basket that looked like it had been professionally packed with all sorts of goodies.

"Wow, this is almost as scrumptious looking as Liza," he said as he began to set the contents on the small table brought up from below.

"Yeah, that's for sure," Sam agreed. "Lynn, I have to congratulate you on getting your new friend out of her bikini so quickly...and to think I was concerned you might object to Liza's lifestyle."

I cringed at the word "lifestyle," but let it pass.

"Well, it was no secret she was going to get naked, today," Lynn laughed. "It's all you and Jake could talk about."

"Still, you're being a good sport."

"Well, I figured I either had to 'get on board' or be left on shore, huh?" Lynn giggled.

"Now that's a refreshing attitude."

"Well, I usually go along with things." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

So, where'd you put her suit, anyway? I didn't see it when I went below."

"I threw that sucker overboard!" Lynn said with pride.

"Oh, no!" Jake blurted. "You couldn't have!"

"Why not?" Lynn's expression was that of a child just caught in the act.

"You idiot!" Sam chimed in. "That was a one-of-a-kind suit. Marc is going to kill us. I happen to know what he went through to get it."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Lynn shot back. "It's gone now, so just forget it and give me a sandwich."

"No! You don't eat." Sam said sternly.

"What? Give me that." Lynn reached for the nearest sandwich.

"No! You've been bad, so now you're going without." Sam batted away her hand.

"Jake?" Lynn turned to him as a child might run from one parent to the other.

"Lynn, you really shouldn't have thrown..."