In the park with Sylvia and Carolina (19 July 2024 - true story)
The girl who was walking her dog in the forest and had caught Sylvia whipping me (see "In Forest with Sylvia") called me yesterday, a month after we met.
The three of us arranged to meet in a park near the university.
Sylvia insisted that I go dressed in a thin, little, short, white cotton dress, without any underwear.
My breasts are erect with pleasure, bouncing with every step under my almost transparent dress with its very daring neckline.
I can feel the stares of passers-by on my body as the sun shines through the thin cotton of my dress, making me feel even more naked.
I'm both embarrassed and aroused to be on display for everyone.
She squeezes my hand to make me feel that I belong to her.
Sylvia pats my bottom from time to time and doesn't hesitate to lift my dress to expose my bottom and pussy whenever we're walking down a quiet side street.
Some boys sitting on the terrace of a café whistle at me, and Sylvia lifts the bottom of my dress and shows them my butt.
One of them gets up, and we start running, laughing like two little girls.
It's so hot that by the time we get to the park, I'm drenched in sweat from running but also from the sexual arousal I can already feel flowing between my thighs.
My thin little dress is now completely stuck to my bare skin, hugging my breasts, my belly and my thighs.
I want to make love to Sylvia or masturbate right now in the park.
We reach the path, where Carolina, the young girl from the forest, is waiting for us on a bench.
Carolina's eyes slide down my body. She stands up, smiles at me, and kisses me. Sylvia kisses her, too, but I feel her tense up. Is she jealous?
The three of us are now sitting on the terrace of the little bar in the park, my thighs pressed together, my dress so short that I feel as if my buttocks are bare on the chair, and everyone can see my pussy if I open them.
Sylvia pulls down one of the straps of my dress, but because the sweat sticks to the cotton on my skin, my breast remains covered, so Sylvia pulls a little more on the strap and uncovers my boob completely.
Carolina's face is flushed, even though she's already seen me naked in the forest.
The waitress brings our drinks and looks at my naked breast.
It doesn't seem to shock her; on the contrary, she puts the glasses on the table and tells us in a low voice that the park warden has just passed by and that he shouldn't be back for a while.
As if the waitress had given us a signal, Sylvia pulls down the second strap of my dress and I'm naked from the waist up.
A young couple is sitting next to us at another table. A girl is typing on her Phone, and further away, a woman in her sixties is reading a book.
The young couple's woman applauds when she sees me topless, and the girl and the woman look up at me.
I blush even harder. The waitress smiles at me from her counter.
I'm ashamed, but at the same time, it turns me on; I want to hide my breasts, and at the same time, I'd love to feel Sylvia's hands on them.
Sylvia then tells Carolina to stand up and caress my breasts.
Carolina blushes again and hesitates; Sylvia insists in an authoritarian tone; everyone looks at us.
Carolina finally gets up and comes behind me. I close my eyes while I feel her hands resting on my breasts.
Her hands are so soft that I let out a moan of pleasure; her palms slide over my bare skin, and her fingers trace my areolas, then pinch my nipples; pulling them; I let out a cry of pleasure.
When I open my eyes, the older woman has left, and the younger one has put down her phone and is staring at us intently as the young couple kiss and embrace, both ready to make love.
Carolina has returned to sit opposite me, the waitress is still behind her counter, watching me.
Sylvia kisses me passionately and tells me she loves me as she slips her hand between my thighs.
I spread them, and feel her fingers digging into me, her thumb on my clitoris; I tremble, arch back in my chair, let myself be carried away in ecstasy and cum in front of everyone, screaming with pleasure.
The waitress suddenly approaches me and tells me to hide my breasts because she's just seen the warden at the end of the aisle coming towards us. Did he hear my screams?
I've just had time to pull up my dress when he approaches the bar and tells the waitress that a woman has come to see him tell him that a girl is topless on the bar terrace.
The waitress told him that a girl was indeed topless, that she had told her to leave the terrace, and that she had then left towards the exit of the park.
The warden leaves in the direction indicated by the waitress.
Neither the girl on the Phone nor the couple reported me to the warden, and I thank them.
The waitress tells us to follow her to the back of the bar to wash myself thoroughly and discreetly rather than in the toilets.
We follow the waitress and enter a small courtyard. Crates of drinks are stored along one wall, and a small table and chairs are in the opposite corner.
The waitress tells us that this is where the bar staff rest after rushes and that no one will disturb us there.
She shows Sylvia the long hose used to clean the courtyard and the crates once they are empty.
We look at her, and she smiles at us. We understand.
Sylvia tells me to remove my dress, and I do as she says. I'm naked in front of them.
The waitress leaves, telling us to take our time and enjoy ourselves.
I squeal as the cold water from the hose sprays my breasts, then my stomach, then between my thighs.
Sylvia tells Carolina to undress. She hesitates, blushes and looks down.
This is the moment of truth.
Is Carolina a submissive like me? She had already obeyed her earlier by fondling my breasts on the terrace, but this was very different.
Carolina is as if paralysed.
Sylvia comes up to her and unbuttons her blouse; she lets herself do it and then Sylvia unzips her skirt.
Carolina is standing in front of us with only her underwear on, and Sylvia tells her to take off her bra.
She says she can't; Sylvia takes off her bra, and Carolina hides her breasts with her hands.
Then Sylvia pulls down her panties and lets them fall to her ankles.
I go over to Carolina and give her a hug. She holds on tightly, and I can feel her shaking. I stroke her long hair and tell her to let go that we're just girls, just friends.
She relaxes a little, raises her head, and looks at me with her big, still worried eyes.
I stroke her cheek and get down on my knees to help her take off her shoes and panties, which are still on her feet.
She's naked now, so I take her hand, and we both stand in the middle of the courtyard.
Sylvia sprays us with a jet of cold water; she orders me to spread my thighs, and I feel the water penetrate between the lips of my sex; it's cold, it pinches, it's good.
She asks Carolina to spread her thighs, too; she hesitates, and I ask her to obey Sylvia; the water hits her sex, whose lips open under the power of the waterjet.
She moans softly; I put myself against her back and caress her breasts; she finally lets go, and Sylvia sprays her hard.
Then I take Carolina in my arms and kiss her. I put her hand on my sex, her fingers hesitantly caressing my lips. I press down on her hand and ask her to make me come while I grab one of her breasts with my other hand.
This finally let her relax, and she starts to masturbate me gently, then harder, faster; her fingers go even deeper inside me, and I cum.
Carolina is now rubbing her body against mine, grabbing my buttocks, holding me close and begging me to make her come, too.
I get down on my knees in front of her. She spreads her thighs, and I lick the inside of her labias and her clitoris as I push my fingers deep inside her.
Carolina is now just a body offered up to love; she moans, she screams, and the orgasm that seizes her is so violent that she falls to the floor, deprived of all strength.
Sylvia now sprays us both while we kiss; the water doesn't seem so cold any more; our bodies slide against each other; it's ecstasy; I wish it would never end.
The door to the courtyard opens. The waitress has returned. She smiles at us, surprised to see that Carolina is also naked. She gives us dish towels to dry ourselves and apologizes for not having anything else to offer.
After drying off, Carolina looks for her panties and bra, but Sylvia tells her that she doesn't need them any more and that her skirt and blouse are enough.
She blushed but obeys Sylvia.
Once dressed, the three of us sit on the bar terrace.
The young couple had left, leaving only the girl with the phone, whose eyes are again fixed on her screen.
She saw me almost naked earlier and fondled, but she doesn't even seem to think about it any more, as if it's normal; who knows what she's looking at on her phone screen?
The three of us talk for a good hour, Carolina talking the most. It is as if what had just happened had suddenly transformed her from a shy, reserved, blushing young girl into a Venus of love with a perfect body and just one desire: to do it all over again.
I should be jealous; she's so beautiful, and she was so sensual in my arms. Is Sylvia going to prefer her to me?
I belong to Sylvia. She's opened my eyes to who I am: a submissive one who only lives entirely by submitting to her desires.
Carolina's presence now scares me a little, even though I'm happy to have found a sister with whom to share my life as a submissive.
I've also noticed that Sylvia hasn't touched Carolina's body at any time except to take off her underwear, which reassures me a little.
We say goodbye, as I have to go to work this evening and Carolina has to pack her suitcase and take the train to spend a few days with her family.
We promise to see each other again when she returns and the next time we will do it in the forest. I can't wait for that.
