Chapter 2

Alison, 30, is bored. She knows that it’s not the fault of John, her lover, her fiancé ... and her best friend. She is both older and taller than him, 30 years old versus 27 and six feet tall versus five foot seven. They are an unusual but stable couple. The difference between him, as solid as a rugby scrum half, and her, built like a volleyball or basketball player, curiously attracted them to each other, and the passion for old cars completes what unites them. That, and sex.

After a complicated start, John discovered Alison’s hidden secrets. Hard to miss her magnificent ninety centimeter chest which, so to speak, struck John when they first met, nor her large hazel eyes in which he immediately felt he would happily drown. The first time she allowed him to undress her was the icing on the cake. It was a detail that had left Alison feeling ashamed of her body during a complicated adolescence and a short but disastrous marriage, this clitoris which, when erect, protrudes like a miniature penis from between the labia majora of her vulva. It’s a cherry on the cake that drives John crazy. He loves sucking on this sensitive nub of flesh, which gives Alison tsunami-like orgasms.

Alison’s other erotic peculiarity is that she learned during her adolescence that by brutalizing her breasts, she can reach a point where, crushing her nipples between her fingers, her orgasms are so strong they almost make her faint. It is a practice that she now reserves for rare occasions, because John has difficulty accepting the evidence of the traces of his nails on the delicate skin of the woman he adores.

Before Alison, John had a relationship with Imogen, an upper-middle-class London girl. It was she who pushed him into exploring increasingly bizarre sexual practices. As he explained to Alison, with Imogen, a fanatic especially for amateur videos, he saw people getting into dogging and threesomes, before moving on to acts whose appeal was impossible for him to understand, let alone accept. Imogen wasn’t interested in experiencing these things, just in observing them, but John cannot, as he explains to Alison, unsee them now.

This shocks Alison, despite the difficulties of her own adolescence. She reached her adult height at fifteen, and being eight inches taller than the other girls in her class was not easy. Her mother, who had her own demons, called her “my accident.” At secondary school she quickly acquired a bad reputation. All the boys knew about her: “the lamppost with the big tits, who is really only interested in computers, but will let anyone fuck her.” She didn’t even enjoy it, but deluded herself that it made her more like “normal” girls. A subsequent ill-advised marriage to an abuser didn’t help matters. After that, she became something of a hermit.

The arrival of John in her life has turned things around. She has quickly realised that she can trust him and for the first time, with him, sex is something she can relax and enjoy.

Since her escape from her controlling husband, she has dressed to go unnoticed. She lives in boring clothes for work and shalwar kamis at home. Now, John wants her to emphasise her looks, her height and her beautiful breasts, and her recent outfits have convinced her that John, and others, find her attractive ... and so does Alison, much to her surprise.

Once she has got used to paying more attention to how she dresses, John reveals to her that he likes this change, but that he would like her to dress more sexily when they are out. When questioned, he admits that seeing her with her breasts on public display would please him a lot. She agrees to find out how that feels...

This first experience, which takes place in Amsterdam, ends in a cafe, where she shows off her bare breasts, letting them be fondled and her nipples sucked, by two women from a hen-weekend group. More surprising to both of them is that Alison reciprocates, caressing and sucking on the breasts of one of these women who, it emerges, is a police officer!

It’s been three months since then, and the professional lives of both Alison and John have kept them apart from each other far too often for their liking. She, a high-level IT specialist, is often called upon to resolve problems at the parent company across the Atlantic, and he has to take care of the branches in the Nordic countries, as at the moment.

So Alison is bored. They indulge in video sessions, during which, both naked and masturbating, they discuss some sexy ideas that excite them both, although they still frighten Alison a little, but the geographical distance remains an issue.

Tempted and curious after one of these sessions, she goes online and orders some erotic jewelry. Their discussion of last night, however, has made it obvious that she’s going to have to wait to share this surprise with John. He has had to delay his return for another three days at least.

She doesn’t want to ... she can’t ... wait any longer. Until now, it has been John who suggests the experiences and she who welcomes them. Now it will be she who, for the first time since she has known him, will have an adventure to tell him. But how should she set about finding an adventure?

When they first met, she struggled to fully open up to John about her sexual past. He suggested that it might help if she looked for a chat room and found a stranger to talk to about it anonymously. She was lucky enough to come across an older gentleman with whom she had discussions, as in-depth as they were exciting, about sex and the vast range of its possibilities. Sharing those discussions with John turns her on all over again, and also teaches her that jealousy forms no part of his character. She turns on her computer. Luckily, her correspondant is already logged in. Half an hour later, she has a plan.

She opens a page on weekend deals, as they did for Amsterdam. She closes her eyes and taps the screen randomly. She opens her eyes and sees that Strasbourg will be her destination. She doesn’t know this city at all. Too bad, she makes her reservation. Three nights in a hotel near the center. She prepares a small travelling bag. According to the weather forecast, it will be nice and warm up there ... or is it down there? New search to fix geolocation. Her Amsterdam outfits, her two Indian scarves, knickers and toys, are already packed.

At the airport she blushes under the amused gaze of the woman who is scrutinizing the contents of her hand luggage as it goes through the scanner. Then it’s on to the plane and then into a taxi to take her to her hotel. She has fun using her knowledge of Arabic with the driver, who is obviously of North African origin. Aware that she will have to return to the airport, she asks him for his phone number. The hotel room is simple but comfortable and Alison tips out the contents of her travelling bag onto the bed. She’s starting to worry now. Will she dare to implement the plans which seemed so obvious during her discussion with her Internet friend?

She starts gently, in her room, and without witnesses. She undresses completely. The mirror reveals a tall woman with shoulder-length brown hair, a slim body and heavy breasts. Her pubic hair is cut short, the way John likes it, to give him better access for his oral caresses. Her long legs force her to step back to see herself in full. She takes out the top she bought at a market in Amsterdam, and puts it on. Her nipples show clearly through the fine maroon linen. A light, ethnic cotton skirt completes her outfit ... if she has the courage to go out (under)dressed in public like this. John would have approved, she knows. She looks out of the window. Seven o’clock in the evening and the light is starting to go. She takes a deep breath, puts on her sandals, takes her purse and goes down to the street. Her iPhone directs her to the historic center, a ten-minute walk away.

She can feel people are looking at her, which makes her nipples tighten even more. Coming the other way is an elderly couple. She is surprised when the lady gives her a big smile and the man tips his hat to her.

“A most attractive young lady,” he comments, apparently to his companion, but loud enough for Alison to hear.

Alison feels herself blushing. It’s rare that she’s in public without support for her 90C chest, and this is only the second time she’s revealed so much. Reassured by the compliment, she lengthens her stride and notices that this makes her more aware of the absence of knickers, even if her sex is well hidden by the skirt which floats around her knees. Suddenly, she finds herself in a square, facing the cathedral with its pink stonework. She finds a free table on the terrace of a café and sits down.

The service is fast and very diligent. The young waiter finds it hard to look at her face rather than at the magnificent breasts in front of his eyes. She orders a white wine. It’s a different waiter who brings her glass, and who also treats himself to an eyeful. She acts as if she is normally dressed, but the dampness between her thighs tells her that what she is doing is turning her on. Oops! If she continues like this, she risks getting a stain on her skirt. There is no other solution but to pull her skirt up behind her and sit with her bare buttocks on the plastic of the chair. She takes her glass and drinks, to calm down. The wine is fresh and fruity and helps her relax. After all, she thinks, it’s only her chest that ... she quickly takes another sip. She had forgotten that her breasts are almost bare!

“May we?” It’s the older couple from earlier who would like to share her table. She says yes, with a gesture. They start a conversation with her which does not touch at all on her state of exposure. They are from the city and despite their faulty English and Alison’s schoolgirl French, they manage to carry on a conversation. They offer her a second drink, which she accepts. When she gets up to leave them, she knows that the alcohol is having its effect.

“See you tomorrow? “ asks the lady.

“The day after tomorrow would be better,” Alison says automatically.

“All right. We’ll meet here. Same time.” adds the gentleman.

She returns to her hotel with her head floating a little and a feeling of well-being that makes her smile. She changes into a less revealing outfit and goes to dinner, then to sleep.

The next day she takes a tour of the city’s canals, discovers a tea room that has heavenly cakes, then goes home for a nap. In the evening, she has a solitary dinner and goes to bed.

She plays tourist the following day, too. She walks for miles before returning to the hotel. She will need to be well rested for what she plans to do. Waking up, she is surprised to discover that she has slept for five hours, and that it is time to get ready. She showers and washes her hair, aware that she is putting off the fateful moment.

She takes out the small package and opens it. She could have bought the basic model, but she says to herself that she can afford it, so why not treat herself to something better? The triple chain is made of solid silver, and the clips are stainless steel, with a detachable rubber insert. Alison sits in front of the mirror and holds her breath. She leans forward and lets her heavy breasts hang. She attaches the first clamp to the nipple of her left breast and struggles not to cry out. She bites her lip and lifts the second clamp towards her right nipple. The little squeak that she can’t hold back testifies to an incredibly powerful sensation when the clamps bite on the delicate flesh. She is paying for the vanity of choosing the solid silver option in weight, a weight which is entirely suspended from her nipples. She stands up straight, grimacing, and looks at herself in the mirror. Her nipples are throbbing. A pulse is beating hard where the clamps compress the flesh. Between her breasts, the third clamp is swinging at the end of its chain. It is almost in spite of herself that she takes it in hand and tests the pressure it will inflict on her. She never has to look for her clitoris, but now it’s so, so erect ... She opens the clamp and puts it in position. Millimeter by millimeter she allows the jaws to close and take hold of her clitoris. Finally she lets go of the clamp and hops uncontrollably from one foot to the other for thirty seconds before collapsing on the bed. How strong is that? It hurts, hurts, hurts ... but at the same time, it excites her so much.

She doesn’t allow herself to procrastinate. What she is going to wear was bought expressly for this occasion. The dress conceals the shape of her body, like a djellaba, but with buttons in front, from top to bottom. She puts on a wide leather belt. She doesn’t dare tighten it because of the chain. She looks at herself in the mirror again. The dress reaches her knees. She pulls it up and lets it form a fold over the belt. At mid-thigh, the length satisfies her much better. Before losing courage, she puts on her sandals, grabs her bag and leaves. She takes the elevator down to the ground floor, she is far from sure she will be able to walk for long. An idea strikes her. From her bag she fishes out the young taxi driver’s card. She calls him, crossing her fingers that he’s not too far away and not busy.

He’s at Place Kléber and he’ll be with her in two minutes. Alison stands at the edge of the pavement waiting for him. The pulse in her clitoris and nipples is beating like a steam locomotive leaving the station. She can almost hear it. The taxi arrives. The young Arab gives her a big smile and gets out to open the door and let her in. To thank him, she sits on the back seat before tucking her legs in, one after the other. He can’t see all the way to the top of her thighs, but almost, and her heart beats like thunder thinking of the risk she’s running. He drives her to the café, and he comes to open the door for her again.

Does she do it on purpose or not? She has no idea, but after handing him a 20 euro note, when she slides along the seat to get out, her dress rides up completely, and reveals to the driver her naked sex and the clamp that holds her bruised clitoris prisoner. It only lasts a second, but that’s long enough for there to be no ambiguity. Red as a tomato, Alison finishes standing up. Without turning around, she heads towards the café terrace where the couple are waiting for her. She says good evening to them and sits down on the chair pulled out for her by the gentleman. She looks up and sees that the driver hasn’t moved. Suddenly he comes towards her.