Chapter 4. Feathers

The persistent vibration thrummed ceaselessly between my legs, creating a sensation that seemed to resonate throughout my entire being. With every step, ripples of pleasure coursed through me, causing my breath to catch and my hips to quiver involuntarily. It was a wonder I could still manage to walk, given the overwhelming sensations. The towel, which clung precariously to my neck and hips, felt like a fragile barrier against exposure, swaying with each uncertain step and gust of wind. Every movement seemed to tease the edges of modesty, offering a tantalizing glimpse of my chest with each gentle breeze and shift in position.

“Stop!” Jess shouted.

Her voice sliced through the thick haze of pleasure like a sharp blade. I froze, my pulse pounding like a relentless drum, my body still tingling from the electric aftermath of the vibrator’s merciless touch.

“Put your hands behind your head,” she commanded in a tone that allowed no argument.

My stomach twisted into a tight knot. No. No, no, no ... This meant that a new torment was about to unfold, like a storm gathering on the horizon. Sarah’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You heard her, Anna,” she echoed with playful yet firm insistence.

Swallowing hard, I willed my trembling hands to obey, slowly raising them to interlace my fingers behind my head. The cool breeze wafted over my exposed back and stomach, sending a shiver cascading down my spine. Despite the chill, the relentless buzzing between my legs remained unabated, an unyielding reminder of my vulnerability.

“We’re not heartless. Besides, I would like the show to be extended,” Jess declared with a determined tone. “I am going to secure the clamps tightly.”

She approached with purpose and meticulously adjusted both clamps until they were firmly in place. Her fingers worked with precision, ensuring everything was just right.

“But the show must be more fun, right?”

Afterward, Jess rummaged through her bag with swift and deliberate movements and pulled out two enormous, fluffy feathers. Each feather was attached to a delicate, thin thread that dangled and swayed as she held them. Before I could even process what was happening, she deftly wrapped the threads around my armpits. The soft, delicate feathers brushed against my sensitive skin, sending tingling sensations coursing through me.

“Well, that’s it,” Jess announced with a mischievous grin that hinted at her playful intentions.

“Just one more small addition,” she added, her voice laced with amusement.

With a quick motion, she tied a thread to my wrist, securely fastening the other end to the upper clip.

“Now go. And don’t give up! Or You’ll lose your towel!” Her words were a playful challenge, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

I took a tentative step forward and then hesitated before taking another. A gentle breeze swept through the air, causing the feathers to flutter wildly around me, their soft tips brushing against my sensitive armpits. “Ahhh!” I burst out laughing, the sound escaping from my lips involuntarily as I instinctively twitched my entire body. The tickling was unbearable—a series of sharp, teasing bursts of sensations that sent electric shivers down my spine, making my hips squirm uncontrollably and my legs buckle beneath me. I flexed my arm muscles, desperately trying to remain still and avoid the slightest movement. The combination of the persistent vibration, the delicate caress of the feathers, and the cool whisper of the wind was simply overwhelming, leaving me breathless and on the brink of surrender. As I strolled across the campus, a fit of uncontrollable laughter burst forth from me, echoing through the grounds. My body contorted and writhed as the feathers brushed against my skin, tickling me mercilessly. My movements grew increasingly frantic, resembling a wild dance of desperation to free myself from their feathery grip. In response to my boisterous laughter, puzzled faces began to appear in the windows, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. With every erratic twitch of my body, despite my best efforts, my hands jerked involuntarily, causing the thread to tighten and tug at the clamp. My towel clung to my skin, drenched in sweat that streamed down my forehead and cascaded over my body like tiny rivulets, glistening in the sunlight.