NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 17: Zoo inspiration…
All dressed up like a flamingo, apparently, Melody led me back outside to the parking lot. As she claimed, her car was indeed there, having been brought by her security, and we went straight toward it.
As we entered the car, I realized I never put my stuff back into my pocket. No phone, no wallet, no money. Well, I’ll rely on Melody, I guess.
I trust her enough not to make her turn around… I think. I should. Usually you don’t willingly strip naked in front of people you don’t trust.
The zoo was a ways out from the city center, around twenty-five minutes, so it was nearing three by the time we arrived. And something old me would have cared a lot about was currently active: fifty percent off all fares after two-thirty!
We pulled into a parking spot nice and close to the entrance, since people were mostly leaving at this time of the day. After exiting the vehicle, Melody led us toward the ticket area. Despite the short walk, I already discovered a problem I wasn’t quite prepared for. It was colder than expected.
“Two tickets,” Melody said as she reached the ticketing booth, placing her credit card into the small sliding tray under the glass divider between the attendant and us while I stood sheepishly behind her, hands gripping the bottom of my sweater.
My feet were freezing. The sun was still up in the sky, but it was a little cloudy and windy. I somehow didn’t notice earlier today, when I wasn’t wearing panties, I probably never went outside long enough, but seriously, toes get so much colder than legs! And I’m so glad I’m wearing panties, I can’t imagine how much colder I’d feel if that was frozen.
As I was shivering in my, really Melody’s, pink flip flops, she got the two tickets and we walked to the right, where the zoo entrance was. Melody handed the tickets over to an employee, where the barcode was scanned, then they were handed back and we walked in. I followed behind Melody as she led me somewhere.
I felt so strange. I wasn’t wearing anything other than my underwear. Anyone could clearly see it. All I had was an oversized sweater, yet no one acted weird! If they acted weird this would feel more normal but… agh. Why does people acting normal make me feel weird?! Ack! I hate it so much!
The lack of humiliation feels humiliating! What the fuck is this shit? It’s like my body’s begging for humiliation, and is humiliated that it’s being denied it. And why is this making me horny too?
Not to mention my collar… it just makes it so much worse. Not noticing pants, okay, whatever, my sweater is giant. But the damn collar?! It’s so obvious. It has a metal ring! Right in front! I’m so cold and so horny at the same time… god I wanna run into a bathroom and masturbate.
As my monologue concluded, I realized Melody had led me all the way over to a flamingo cage. No, not a cage, a habitat. A cage is a place of abuse with bad connotations, except Melody for putting me in a cage. That would be hot.
The flamingo habitat was a small calm lake with a bunch of green grass and some trees towering around it. The entire thing was sunken down about a couple feet and there was another three feet of glass railing above that. If the flamingos walked to the edge they’d be pretty close to people. If there were any people here that is. This section of the zoo is practically empty, we were the only ones at the flamingo exhibit.
All the flamingos were standing on one leg, as flamingos do, and they didn’t do much else. I leaned on the railing, looking down at them. Some stood in the water, others on the grass. There were a lot of them.
I wonder, can they see my panties? I guess the angle doesn’t work too well, since I’m leaning forward. If I leaned backwards they would see. Too bad flamingos seeing me doesn’t really have much of an effect on me.
Melody appeared next to me, her right hand hugging my right shoulder, placing a little comforting pressure on my body, while her left hand grabbed the railing. “Flamingos.”
“Yeah.” Those are flamingos.
Melody laid her head on my shoulder, causing her brown hair to flop everywhere, the top scratching my neck while some strands slid into my sweater. It tickled a little… but I ignored it as I listened to Melody’s words. “Stand on one leg for me.”
You’re so weird, Melody. I raised my right leg, tucking it back straight so that it wouldn’t interfere with my sweater. I’m even weirder.
Melody let go of the railing and moved behind me, still keeping her gentle right hand on my shoulder. Her left hand, quite literally on the other hand, touched the back of my bare ankle which rested a little above my knee, radiating warmth. She slid her fingers in between my foot and the flip flop, making me giggle a little at the sensations, even more so as her fingers wiggled back and forth, teasing my foot. So freaking weird. So freaking cute.
My foot was nowhere near as perfect as Melody’s. It’s rough, and has some calluses on the toes and soles, honestly… it’s probably pretty dirty. I’ve been wearing flip flops for the past… however long it's been. I’m sure it's covered in sweat and dirt. Melody didn’t seem to care however, she continued tapping at it and swiping her fingers across, eliciting the strangest bursts of giggles I’ve ever made, until suddenly, she pulled downwards, sending the flip flop to the floor.
Instinctively, I stretched my toes as a cold breeze hit the bottom of my foot, only for Melody to twist her left hand around, sliding her fingers between them, interlocking her hands with my toes. Her sudden grip made me lose my balance but her right hand tightened around my shoulder, holding me stable. Keeping me secure. What are you doing Melody? So silly…
Somehow, Melody twisted her hand, still interlocked with my foot, and placed it between my legs. Her palm gripped my foot while the top of her hand pressed into the side of my right knee joint, forcing my raised leg outward, exactly what I wanted to avoid. The sweater now only blocked half of me as it slid a little along my thigh.
The wind ravaged more of me, creating goosebumps along my newly exposed right thigh, but also made Melody’s hand feel warmer… it was an odd sensation, having warmth scattering from the bottom of your foot, battling the cold of nature. Comforting, though. Probably just because it’s Melody.
Melody continued raising her hand up, all the way until her wrist pressed into my damp panties. I almost lurched forward, either from her touching me or because my leg was almost as bent as it could be, cramming itself right along the very top of my left thigh. It hurt a little, my foot placed a lot of pressure on my leg, but it was bearable, especially with Melody’s touch as a distraction.
Then, she unlatched her hand from my toes, and moved it around to the top of my foot, sliding my foot up into the small gap that her hand no longer occupied. My leg was practically ninety degrees from the other, fully bent, with its ankle pushing into the very top of my thigh, in the crevice between my left leg and my lower lips. Then, Melody released her hand. It probably stunk, having touched every inch of my rough foot… in between my toes… why didn’t she just tell me to move? She didn’t need to degrade herself.
My foot was cold again, no longer warmed by Melody’s hand, and it spread that same coldness to my leg, where it spiraled to the rest of me, sending a barrage of shivers through my body, causing me to nearly lose my balance, once again only held up by Melody’s reassuring grip on my shoulder, until her hand slid down my arm.
She continued sliding her right hand down my shoulder. I felt the pressure through the sweater's fabric and could imagine just how warm her hand would be. Then, it hit the end, dropping onto my wrist. Her perfectly smooth hand shaped itself onto my bony wrist releasing waves of comfort.
Melody’s journey continued until her right hand held onto mine, and then she placed her left on my left. She interlaced her fingers with mine, and tugged my hands upwards, away from the railing. I was completely reliant on her for balance now, it was practically impossible to stay stable with my leg in such a weird position. I could feel my body trying regardless, tilting as far right as it could to compensate for my outstretched knee.
She brought my hands together in front of me, pulling her hands away and interlacing my fingers; then she used her right hand to grab my wrist, and tugged upwards. It was so… weird. Melody continued posing me, bringing my hands all the way up until they were straight above my head, like some ballerina.
Then… Melody let go. I nearly fell, my left leg shaking, completely unstable under the strange pressure it faced from my right foot, the occasional puffs of wind, and my vertical hands unable to balance anything. But I managed to stay standing, somehow… my heart rate skyrocketed on the other hand. This pose was tiring…
And weird as fuck. Doing this in front of a flamingo enclosure. I’m not even sure what I feel, there’s a hint of humiliation. Obviously from Melody’s posing efforts with my sleeves sliding down my arms, my raised leg exposing my panties to the world, and I guess anyone could walk by, although no one has, but… I don’t even know. It felt great, both comforting and uncomfortable at the same time. Melody was inventing new kinks… and I didn’t have the words to describe them yet.
Melody’s warm hands reappeared on my hips, slipping under my shirt. Her strong hands glided up my belly, tickling me along the way, and creating more intense shivers as the warmth moved around. She reached my bra, then went under, cupping my breasts. My shaking settled as her movement stopped, only to begin again as her hands squeezed and she leaned into me from behind, her head resting tenderly against my shoulder.
I was entirely supported by her now, having lost all balance. Her hands gripping my breasts were all the kept me standing… my entire body weight crushing my boobs into her grip, so so… wonderfully strange.
She flexed her fingers around and used them to pinch my pert nipples, causing a slight yelp as my leg almost fell from its pose. Then, Melody’s breath appeared in my ear… her words calming me more than humanly possible. “My flamingo.”
“Yeah…” I breathed out. I’m so confused. Melody is so weird. So cute. So strange. So… inventive.
“I’m going to make you a zoo,” Melody whispered, returning to her squeeze. “I’m going to turn you into every creature imaginable.”
It’s been two days.
Two. Fucking. Days.
Melody’s hands stopped caressing my breasts and switched to a simple hug, her head dropping away from my shoulder and simply pushing into my back, as I still held the awkward uncomfortable pose she placed me in. Her muffled voice came out as she rubbed her head along my back. “You’re lovely Scarlet.”
“I never imagined I’d find someone so willing…” Melody removed her head, and her hands left my shirt, sliding along me, keeping me stable, all the way until they grabbed my hands, bringing them back down in front of me, “to make my desires true.”
I never imagined I’d find someone with such strange wishes… and I never imagined I’d be willing to follow through. Something about you Melody… it just ticks. You’re the second hand, pushing me along through every minute, keeping me on track. Somehow… despite the two damn days we’ve known each other. “You do the same to me, Melody.”
Melody… such a lovely rhythm to rhyme to. Melody, you’re all I see… Everything fits so perfectly. I love that name… so so much… the Melody lighting up my dull background tracks. Bringing all the twists and turns that I’d never expect, enhancing every single aspect of me.
“That’s probably hurting by now…” Melody said, her right hand leaving my interlaced hands, still supported by her left, and moving toward my foot, pushing it downwards back to human posture.
She was right. It really hurts now. But I didn’t care. I stretched my body a little then took some initiative and grabbed her right hand with my left. “Let’s explore the zoo. You still need your inspiration.”
