Lifting. Part 2

“Yes,” she stated. “It may go against our views of love, but I would rather be loved than never loved at all.”

“How should we go about this?” His nerves began to rise upon realizing the commitment in her voice.

“Well, you’ve always been the one to start, so maybe, I should start this time?” He looked up at her, raising his head from between his legs, as she shifted position, untucking her legs from beneath herself.

“Are you sure about this, Joane? What if somebody sees us?” Lucian's nerves began churning his stomach into fuzzing up his mental head space, but below, a part of him was becoming ever eager.

“I’m fine,” she shuddered, “you’ve always opened up being vulnerable to me. It's about time I do the same for you.”

“Should we keep the lights on? What if somebody spots us?” The fear of getting caught had seized him within its grip, but it couldn’t curb nor deter his desires for her.

“It’ll be fine. The windows are tinted so nobody can see us. Besides, we’re pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Only the trees can watch us now,” Joane said with a skittish smile. She took in a swift breath of air before sighing. Her fingers trembled as she touched the fabric of her clothing. “Besides,” she said “I want you to see me, all of me, and accept me for who I am.”

She slowly pulled the laces of her shoes, undoing them before rolling down the socks off her feet. She then began working on unbuttoning her shirt, her fingers trembling at each button, her hands flushing red with anticipation. When all was said and done, she had pulled the blouse off herself as if it were a jacket, hanging it on the driver's seat in front of her. Then she undid the button of her jean shorts, sliding the zipper downwards, each metal fold filling the air with a riveting sound. With a quick exhale she slid them down the length of her legs, kicking them off her toes. Then she paused. Lucian could only watch, wide-eyed as he was, with his heart beating faster and faster till he thought he it would explode within his own head.

“If you don’t want to go any farther you don’t have to,” he said, the gentleness in his voice trying to caress her and ease her jitterniess.

“No,” Joane objected. “If you’re able to see me in a bikini, you should be able to see me in my underwear just as well. Though,” her cheeks blushed as she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, “it’s still nerve-wracking though.”

“Do you want me to close my eyes and look away,” he asked out of respect, wanting to ensure that she felt safe. Sure, Lucian might've felt fine undressing before her, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t feel any less vulnerable or embarrassed.

“Maybe you can help me,” Joane asked.

“Are you sure,” he responded.

“Yes,” her reply was stern. Joane was determined to display to him how much she's grown in maturity, and how emotionally prepared she was.

“Well, how are we going to do that?” He gestured with his hands, waving about in the air.

“Like this,” she said. Standing up from her pilot seat, she took two short steps over and sat in Lucian’s lap. He could feel her trembling as he held her.

“She’s like a newborn fawn,” he thought. “So now what?”

“Now this,” she said. Turning to face him, she threw her arms over his shoulders, embracing him, straddling him. He could smell the shampoo perfuming her hair. It's floral scent reminding him about how dainty she felt in his arms. Grabbing a hold of one of his hands, she guided it up towards her back, along the length of her spine, and stopped when they reached her bra. “Mind undoing that for me please?”

“Sure, I just need to bring it together to undo the clasp, right?” With her chin on his shoulder and her head buried past his, she nodded. Only requiring the dexterity of three fingers, he slid his index up underneath her bra, touching her softness of her smooth back. Using his thumb and middle finger he brought the two parts together. First there was moment of tension, but then the bra relaxed and its straps around her shoulders loosened. He felt her shudder especially at that moment, as if responding to the newfound coldness of the air touching her where originally it hadn't been. She leaned back a bit, but her head was still tucked forward, and she brought her hands towards the cups of her bra and let it fall into her palms.

Lucian’s hands met hers as she placed the bra in his palms. Placing it in the cup holder next to them without even looking, it was as if the whereabouts of car were second nature to them. Embracing him again, her breast pressed up against his chest. Lucian’s right arm had slid up her back, feeling her warm and velvety skin, meanwhile while his left hand was sliding up from the calf of her leg to her thigh. His hand then proceeded to grab a hold of her buttocks, but he didn’t grope her, it was more of a gentle cupping motion. Instead, he slowly moved his fingertips up towards the lacing of her underwear.

“So, shall we do something about these?” Parts of his fingers had slid underneath the small elastic band, spreading apart simultaneously with his words.

She nodded, leaning back once again; this time she put both of her arms behind her back, placing her thumbs between the underwear’s lacing and her buttocks. She stood up for a moment. Lucian grasped the sides of her panties as well, as they slid her last piece of garment in a descending motion. First it went past her thighs, then her knees, to her calves, and finally past her the heels of her feet. The tips of her toes were the last parts of her to be free from that cloth imprisonment.