Bar Harbor In Winter - Sex Stories

Bar Harbor In Winter

Louetta here. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. Nobody gets hurt. Cold maybe, but not hurt. I've written about my work situation in Bar Harbor before under a different name so don't think I stole it. I use the same plot and words in every story. Pretty girl gets naked, tied up, something happens to her bunny hole, she lives to tell the tale.

Friday, March 1, 2024. Bar Harbor, Maine, USA. The temperature, a big factor in this story, is 13°F, -11°C, and there's a 10 mile per hour wind off the ocean at Sand Beach. It's the winter after I turned eighteen. I'm living in Bar Harbor, a resort town about 200 miles (320 km) North of Boston. Much of the town is closed in winter, but I have a nice little apartment and mornings I work at the restaurant two doors up, mostly a breakfast place for the few winter tourists we get, skiers, local fishermen, that sort of thing. We make up breakfast sandwiches and coffee and sell them down at the dock to fishermen heading out to, or returning from, fishing, or to pull traps.

When I can possibly manage it I wear my thong bikini at the docks, with an overcoat open in front when it's cold, like today, and the guys like it. The tips are awesome, but in winter there aren't so many customers. I think I mentioned elsewhere that at some point in the summer someone filed an attractive nuisance complaint against me with the police for wearing my thong in the public square. Such a complaint is similar to a barking dog complaint except in this ...

... case rather than being a pain in the ass the nuisance actually attracts people. I was never officially contacted but very soon after starting work I knew every cop in town and they told me about the complaint and that the police chief quashed it. Local merchants welcome anything that might attract people to town even at six in the morning. In fact soon we stayed till about ten AM.

A lot of girls here are hard up for money in winter and have few alternatives. Bosses and landlords began to pressure girls to exchange sex for jobs or rooms to rent. I don't do that number but I go to the gym every day and in return for membership fees the manager asked me not for sex but for me to pose for him in the nude for some bodybuilding pictures to use as come-ons for the gym. He said he figured if girls saw pictures of me looking good from working out they would come and join the gym. More likely he figured guys would come hoping to meet girls with bodies like me. What I didn't figure was that along with gym rats at least half the town would end up seeing my nude pictures. Including the local Mafia. One morning early there was a knock at the door of my apartment.

"Who is it?"

"It's Al, from downtown. Open up."

"I can't, I'm not dressed!" It was true, I was in my nightie and a pair of thong panties, no BH (bra), nothing on my feet. "What do you want?"

"Come on, Sweetheart, open up!" I knew who he was, kind of the local Tony Soprano (a mob boss on American television). There ...