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| A day of Relax |
Part 2
André, if he could, he would have jumped from his chair.
"Oscar, I am here, but do not come close!" he yelled in panic.
"Ah" Oscar said stopping " aren't you decent?"
"No, Oscar... no... I... I am naked."
Oscar felt a bit blushing at this idea.
"Okay, I will wait for you to dress yourself."
André sighed.
"Actually Oscar, I would rather prefer for now, that you'll go looking for Alain..." he asked her, without wanting to reveal his problem.
"What?" Oscar said not expecting this." Why do you want me to go looking for Alain?"
"Please, Oscar, trust me and go look for him" asked André.
"No, I don't see why you do need him."
"Oscar! Please, I will explain you later!"
"No, you must explain now." she ordered.
"How stubborn" André muttered. "I am stuck in my chair, I need him to help me get out of here."
"I can do it." Oscar said.
"I am naked Oscar, you already forgot it?" André shouted.
"Ah..."
Oscar knitted her eyebrows.
"But hey, how did you manage to get stuck in a chair? Is this possible?" she said thinking about it.
"Yes, yes, it is possible Oscar and moreover this is a special chair... that I found, come on, Oscar hurry up!"
It was clear to Oscar that going to look for Alain was the same as proving him that he was right, that she couldn't restrain herself from finding André. So, it was out of the question.
"No, we don't need Alain! I will help you!"
André couldn't believe it.
"Oscar, you are crazy, I told you that I am naked!"
"So what, it's not the end of the world!" she said without really realizing where she was going to.
"Oscar!" André yelled with frustration.
The young woman came forward and the first thing she saw, obviously, was the splendid bottom exposed.
She turned around quickly, as red as a beet-root because of what she had seen.
"You are naked!!!!!!!!!!"
She understood, this time, the impact of what it meant.
"It is what I was saying..." André sighed.
Oscar had her heart racing. The couple of buttocks still in her mind.
"Well, will you go looking for Alain now?" André told her, thinking this will win her.
Still determined, she resumed breathing and turned.
This time her look took long from above to bottom.
She thought again about those nude statues that decorated the gardens in Versailles and she concluded that this one had nothing to envy to them.
There was a silence. André asked himself, not hearing anything anymore, if she was gone.
"Oscar? Are you still there?"
"Yes... yes"
"Well, then what are you waiting for?"
"I... I am going to get you out of it" she said with a feeble voice, completely awestruck
"Oscar..."
But he hadn't the time to add more, he felt the two hands of his beloved keeping him by the waist. A thing that obviously didn't improve André's situation.
"I'll pull at three" she announced.
"No, you won't pull anything" André told her " It won't pass."
"But... wait," she said lowering down.
André tried to see what she was doing the best he could.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to see what is blocking like that and why."
"Oscaaaaaaaaaaaar it is not possible, are you doing it on purpose or what? Leave it and go look for Alain!"
Oscar bent her head to look and then she said:
"Ah... Oh!"
"Are you satisfied now! Go look for Alain!"
André was experiencing a living nightmare.
However, he didn't get an answer.
"Oscar?"
"I... hem... I..."
She didn't know what to say. Suddenly she was unable to find the words to say.
"It looks strange from this angle
"Wonderful, Oscar! Now you will be reasonable and will go LOOK FOR ALAIN!"
Oscar didn't know what to do, the only thing she was sure was that Alain won't be involved in this story.
"There is some room, I am going to slide myself under it."
"Whaaaaaaaaat?!!! André yelled not believing to his ears." I forbid you Oscar, do you hear me, I forbid you!" he shouted.
Too late, she was now before the sex of her best friend. The colour of her face, hadn't anything to envy to the one of her old uniform of the Royal Guards.
The heart racing and avid with curiosity, like a child, she touched one with a finger and retired it immediately after.
"Oh, it is soft!" she exclaimed.
"Oscar" André shouted "You won't do it again! It will be worse, believe me!"
"André, get ready, I am going to push them."
" NOOOOOO Oscar, that’s out of the question."
But André, tough shouting as much as he could, didn't manage anything and suddenly he felt the soft hands of his friend take him.
"It is warm as well" she commented.
The situation was desperate for André. The torture was sweet in that moment as Oscar was touching so as to see what she could do. He couldn't hold back his excitement and moaned with pleasure.
"Did I hurt you? " Oscar asked then, worried because of the sound André just emitted.
"Nooo! It is not this! Stop touching me, please..."
"Why, does this hurt?" Oscar worried.
"No Oscar, this makes an effect!!!"
This time André had no strength left.
"May I remind you that you are the woman I love and when you touch me and especially there, this... Oscar!! Imagine your breast stuck between these wood slats and Fersen from underneath who touches them to get them out, you should perhaps understand."
"You're crazy! What a horror!" she said.
"There, that's the right word!! So you will be kind and, I tell you a last time, GO LOOK FOR ALAIN!"
Oscar was still holding André and she didn't feel like to let him go, she liked the contact, the softness, the warmth.
"There must be a way so as this will pass?"
"Stop touching them!! This is worsening my situation!"
In fact André's sex was dangerously swelling.
"Well, listen, I won't manage it that way." she concluded.
"Ah, finally!"
"I think it is necessary to cut it! I saw a hut not too far away, there must be an axe there."
"Whaaaaaat! Ah, no Oscar!" André yelled with horror.
"I am talking about the chair, idiot!!"
"Ah, sorry, but I am not thinking clearly.”
Oscar got out from underneath the chair and found again the splendid naked back and the lovely buttocks of his friend.
A weird idea crossed her mind "What if I touch them as well..."
Being Andre prisoner and at her mercy, she considered the idea.
Moreover his buttocks were tempting, not only the buttocks however, the whole was extremely desirable.
Her heart began racing more quickly at this divine sight, something in her was in the process of waking up. A desire of enjoying that flesh exposed, of touching it.
She couldn't believe it, but she was desiring him and losing control of herself.
André got worried again because of her silence.
"Oscar?"
"I... I will be back, I am going to look for an axe." she said collecting herself.
She ran as fast as she could. While asking herself what was the matter with her for having such thoughts about her friend.
André was really a handsome man and he loved her.
And suddenly, as far as she was concerned, she didn't know anymore.
The desire for his body had been strong, she was still feeling it and she could run as fast as she liked, it didn't leave her. The facts hit her: she had desire for him and it was absolutely unthinkable for her to have desire for André. On the other hand, she had never desired Fersen in this way. No, she dreamed to be taken in his arms, of a kiss, but certainly not drives like those that took possession of her a few minutes before.
She arrived at the hut, desert, and she took an axe, that by chance was there.
Still obsessed by André, whose taste of lips at the moment of his one single kiss, that evening there in her room, suddenly took a different meaning. Her heart was racing madly.
She wanted to be kissed once again.
"I must stop thinking about it, I don't know what's the matter with me."
She came back breathless, the axe in her hand.
"You will do it carefully" André said anxiously.
"Don't worry, you know very well I am skilful."
No sooner said than done, André was finally freed from that grip. He got up hiding his anatomy.
"Thanks Oscar... I am going to get dressed again..."
Oscar kept being silent and staring at André's body taking advantage of every second that were offered to her.
"Hey, Oscar, I am going to get dressed again..."
"Yes, yes." she said making half a turn.
She had just taken few steps that she heard a shout. She turned.
"My clothes!! Where are they?"
"What?"
"I had put them next to the basket! The basket is not anymore there!!"
"That can't be true!
"Someone must have stolen them while I was sleeping."
Oscar took off her jacket to and handed it to André.
"While waiting..." she suggested.
"That's kind of you Oscar, but I won't get in, not even an arm..."
"What are we going to do, then?"
"I will tie it around my waist, it will be enough.”
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