Relaxed It was a beautiful day. The two women cycled across the field to the riverbank at the far side. Sarah was an aspiring artist and was keen to paint the view, another to add to her growing portfolio of landscapes. She was tall and tanned and looked stunning in her white summer dress. Her companion, Lara was less keen on their chosen day out. She was a trainee doctor and was impatient by nature. She followed Sarah across the field in her white cotton shorts and top. When they arrived, Sarah set up her stool and prepared to draw. Lara sat dangling her feet into the river, getting increasingly bored. Lara walked back over to the artist and started to talk. Sarah was becoming increasingly frustrated. “Can’t you just amuse yourself?” Sarah purred in her soft Irish accent. Lara just walked around and around her making comments on the work in progress. “Look. Why don’t you lie on the grass, close your eyes and count to fifty, it’s a sure way to relax” Sarah smiled. Lara did as she was told and started counting. While her friend’s eyes were closed, Sarah stood up and repositioned her stool so that it was over Lara’s head, with the supports pinning her neck to the ground. Sarah then sat back down on the stool, right above Lara’s head. At fifty, Lara opened her eyes and shrieked. “Hey what are you doing?” “Simple” Sarah purred, “Now you’ll have to relax”. Lara could not squeeze her head out from underneath, so tried to overturn the stool on which her friend was sitting. Sarah used her legs to keep the stool upright and her friend securely trapped beneath. Lara started to relax and enjoy the feeling of being held down by her friend. The minutes started to pass. However, the grass was soft and under Sarah’s weight, the stool started to sink down. Within an hour, the stool supports started to press on Lara’s neck. “You’ll have to let me go, I’m being suffocated here,” Lara pleaded. “OK, but only if you promise to stay exactly where you are” Sarah replied, “There is more than one way to hold someone down.” After some cruel teasing, Sarah stood up and removed the stool. She looked down at her friend who, as promised, stayed on the grass beneath her. After lifting her cotton dress slightly, Sarah slowly lowered herself down on to her friend, so that she was kneeling down over her head, with one thigh either side of her head. She sat back down on Lara neck, wriggling a little until Lara’s head was tightly in her crotch and squeezed between her thighs. “Hey, I’m even more stuck than before” Lara protested. “That’s for sure” came the Irish lilt. “But you’re a doctor, you know about the human body, I’m sure you’ll find a way out”. Lara wriggled but she was slightly smaller than her friend and less strong. The strength in her arms was no match for the strength in Sarah’s legs. She gave up, panting. “You know I can’t get out,” Lara complained. “I know” came the reply, “you haven’t a chance”. Sarah tensed her inside thigh muscles to stop her friend from wriggling. “You know what these muscles are called, don’t you” Sarah smiled, not even waiting for an answer, “abductor muscles, funny then they should be locking you in place”. Lara had got the joke, but was more interested in trying to pull her friends legs apart with her hands. “Don’t even try” Sarah purred, “You’ve nine stones of weight sitting on your neck and you weight barely eight. And my legs are much stronger than your arms”. Lara pulled Sarah’s skirt off her face and looked up at her brown-eyed friend. “OK, I’m stuck, now please let me out” Lara begged. “In good time” Sarah smiled. The two women looked at each other for a few moments more. “I can’t believe how trapped I am, I really couldn’t escape even if I wanted to”. Sarah smiled as she watched her friend’s growing realisation about her predicament. The sun was warm and the smell of the grass filled the air. Sarah’s hair blew gently in the wind. Lara’s hair didn’t move, sheltered as it was by her friend’s thighs. Lara’s attention was diverted, “Hey I like your knickers, where did you get them?” Sarah smiled, “that new lingerie shop in the city, 100% silk”. Lara knew what they were made of; she could feel them against her nose. There was a pause, “and don’t think being nice to me will get you out of there any quicker”, Sarah continued, “I’m going to keep you incarcerated for a while yet”. Sarah picked up her paper and continued to draw. Lara had no such distraction. She just lay there and watched her captress. Sarah had a fantastic body, in no small part down to her daily visits to the gym. Her waist and arse were trim, but her legs reasonable strong; she clearly looked fit. Lara continued to wriggle a little, although only really to prove to herself that she was indeed trapped. The sun was getting stronger and Lara could feel the heat on her face. “Do you have any sun protection?” she asked. Sarah thought for a moment and then smiled. She then pulled her dress back over Lara’s face and tucked it in tightly beneath her legs. “There you go, your own private sunshade”, she smiled. Lara went to try and remove the dress from over her face, but Sarah squeezed her thighs together sharply. Lara cried out. “Don’t even think about it”, Sarah purred, “it’s a pity you have to be inside on such a nice day, but that’s that”. Lara had to accept her latest predicament. When she had asked for sun protection, she hadn’t expected it to take the form of her friend’s dress pulled over her head. The atmosphere was now very different. She could no longer hear the birds or the river or smell the grass. It was now all much quieter and the only smell was that of Sarah’s perfume, which she had obviously sprayed on her knickers. She could also now see very little inside her private cell. Lara lay there, more relaxed than she’d been for a long time. She was stuck in the Irish women’s crotch and there was nothing she could do about it. She laid there, her face against Sarah’s inner thighs and drifted off to sleep. She was awoken two hours later as Sarah pulled back her skirt and the daylight hit her eyes. “Did you sleep well?” Sarah asked. “There’s a shop in the village the other side of the river, shall I go for some food for lunch?” “Sure” Lara replied, still somewhat sleepy. “I didn’t really want to release you just yet though” Sarah sighed, “as I’ve only just got you to relax”. A smiled then came over her face. Sarah stood up and walked over to the bikes. Lara was free at last and started to rub her neck as she slowly climbed to her feet. Before she knew what was happening though, Sarah grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her towards the metal railings at the side of the river. Sarah pushed her friend back to the floor and sat down on her chest. “Hey now what” Lara protested. “Just go with it” came the Irish lilt. Sarah manoeuvred Lara head until it rested against one of the metal uprights. She then took her bicycle lock and wrapped it around the bar and Lara’s neck. When it was tight, she threaded the padlock through and snapped it shut. “There, maybe not quite as restrictive as just now, but you’ll not be escaping from there with this key” Sarah purred as she threw the key back over to where her artwork was lying. She blew Lara a kiss and then crossed the river and walked into the village. Lara struggled with the chain, but soon realised that she was stuck. She looked across to where the key was lying but it was too far to reach - unless she could attract someone’s attention. She lay there chained to the railing, waiting for someone to pass by. (To be continued). __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus - For a better Internet experience http://uk.promotions.yahoo.com/yplus/yoffer.html