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======================================================================== Snapshot #9 Shakespeare (Ff, bd, ds, exh) ======================================================================== (c) 1997 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ======================================================================== She'd been waiting for weeks for this excursion. Sharon hadn't played with her since they were children. There never seemed to be time for the simple things in life anymore. Friends. Relaxation. Clean air and sunshine. Memories. The summer had been spent in the office; releases and other such trivialities. Breaking away from the office, hadn't been easy. But she knew that the stress was going to kill her if she didn't get away from it. She was going to fall into some insanity if she didn't get out of the evil that was the workplace. She packed a lunch into the old-fashioned picnic basket. Enough for her and Sharon. Sharon had come in the old pickup, outside the old brownstone, gaily honking the horn. She had smiled and raced down to the truck, hugging Sharon as though it had been only yesterday that they were children and best friends. She carelessly tossed the basket onto the front seat and climbed in, revelling in the sunshine and the cloudless sky. After an uneventful, and quiet drive they arrived at the old abandoned farm from her childhood. The old barn was even still standing, though perhaps leaning a little further to the north. The lone apple tree still stood in the middle of the field as it always had. Though in the days of memory, the field had been a little less wild, the tree a little smaller. Sharon raced across the field towards the tree, basket and blanket in hand. She followed, a little more slowly, enjoying the warm wind and the smell of the farm. Memories exploded in her mind. The freedoms of a childhood lost. Sharon had already positioned the blanket and was relaxing from her run in the shade of the tree, breasts heaving as she strained for breath. As she caught up, she cocked her head to the side and smiled at her long-time friend. She knelt beside her and whispered in her ear. "Remember?" she whispered. "How could I forget?" Sharon whispered back. She closed her eyes and rose to her feet, kicking off her shoes as she did. Slowly she stripped off her clothing, even removing the delicate jewelery as she went. As she finished, she slowly revolved her nude body as she had done for Sharon so many times so many long years ago. As she pointed to the picnic basket, Sharon opened it and smiled knowingly. The ropes from the basket were soft but strong. And Sharon had had much practice with her. Soon she was bound securely to the lone apple tree. Hands crossed behind it, ankles tucked together and tied back to the old tree. More cords encircling her body, constricting it. She felt the rough bark against her bare back and legs, the grass between her naked toes. The warm wind stroked her body, carrying the scents of the wild field. Sharon gently kissed her friend's mouth and gently ran her hands down her friend's bound form. The nude girl sighed and enjoyed all the sensations that her exposed body sent from the light touches. Smiling, Sharon returned to the blanket. The bare bound girl let her mind wander as free as her body was restrained. It was such a contrast, such a strange and wonderful feeling; being so free and yet so unfree. She could never have explained it, not even to Sharon. She idly wondered if the apple tree ever could know the life that it was imparting to the maiden so securely bound upon it. She closed her eyes as she heard the soft cadence of Sharon's voice reading Shakespeare aloud; as though it was a voice from the past. She could feel the stresses of life melting away from her naked bound body and into the tree as tears ran down her face; she incapable of brushing them away. |
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