Leather and Lace: Part 1 "Have Another Serving of BDSM Bondage" (BDSM Discoveries Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

nudity. The young man however was not as shy. He walked around freely, insisting to his girl friend.
    "Even if there was someone in that car up there, they were busy. And besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of!"
    He was right, she was a cutie. One hundred pounds or so of youth and beauty, everything firm and well placed. She finally warmed up to the idea and walked out from beside the car, and rushed to the waters edge. Slipping into the lake, she relaxed considerably and began to swim. Diane rolled down the window slightly to hear more of what was going on. A lot of giggling and protesting from the young miss, and a lot of insisting from the young mister, is what she heard. Diane was surprised to hear him tell her a story about seeing this older woman at the burger palace drive through.
    "Older? I am not
older
kiddo!"
    He went on to say how hot she was, and he got to see her
boobs
. Diane laughed at the comment. She didn't realize how far her voice would carry in this night air. The two skinny dippers hushed. The girl told him to go check it out.
    "Check what out? That was some girl laughing at the little dick her boyfriend has, nothing to worry about."
    "Please?"
    The young lady's tone let the young man know that if he didn't, she would be much less receptive to his advances.
    "Ok, fine."
    Diane watched the young man walk from the water, shiny and naked, she was impressed. He walked straight up to her car and tapped on the window. Diane rolled it down just far enough to speak, but not to be seen.
    "Everything all right in there?"
    The young man spoke in a forced deep husky voice.
    "Yes."
    "You got a problem with me and my girl taking a swim?"
    "Not at all."
    Diane almost whispered.
    "Can I ask a question?"
    "Sure."
    The naked man said, trying to sound a little tougher and meaner than he actually was.
    "What ya wanna know?"
    "How old are you?"
    "I just turned 21 yesterday. Who are you, the FBI?"
    "No, just curious."
    Diane wiped away some steam at the bottom of the window and watched his semi-hard member bounced and swayed slightly as he spoke.
    "I saw a car a lot like this earlier, it's nice."
    The young man turned and walked back towards the water.
    Diane couldn't help herself, as he got some ten yards from the car, and was about to step back into the water when she opened the door and got out. Leaning against the car right behind the now mostly closed door, the young man snapped about and looked.
    "This is the rest of what you saw earlier stud, not bad for an
older
woman huh?"
    Diane opened the door and got back in. Putting the car in gear and pulling away, the look on his face was stuck in her mind. Eyes as big as saucers, and a new spring to his, well, step.
    "That girl is about to take the ride of her life"
    Diane turned back onto the main road, dropped the top and sped towards the house. She passed a couple of trucks on the way and just waved as they tried to keep up to see more of her. As Diane pulled into the driveway, she grabbed the two melted milkshakes and made her way back inside. Up the stairs, she threw on her robe and slippers, and headed back to where her husband labored over his work. Almost two hours had passed since Diane heard him at the table. She walked in and told him she had stopped on the way home and had taken a walk. Diane added that he didn't need all that sugar anyway before going to bed. Mark agreed and closed his laptop. Mark followed Diane upstairs. They crawled into bed.
    "Mark, I have an idea."
    "What your idea baby?"
    "Tomorrow night, let's go for a ride."
    A smile went across her face.
    "Sure honey, sounds like fun, any place in particular?"
    "I am sure I can come up with some place to go"
    Diane snuggled into his side as they fell asleep.

Chapter IV
    Mark rushed in to the house.
    "DIANE! It's finally over!"
    The trial had gone on for close to six weeks. It had been a tortuous time for Mark. Late nights, long meetings and hard days in court had exhausted them both. He had been