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Fetishes make the world go around.

Feet. Lips. Tits. Pain. Tickling. Asses. Legs. Hair. Age. BSDM. Lingerie. Role play. Incest. Voyeurism. Control. Choking. Cougars. Twinkies. Size. Exhibitionism. Golden Showers. It goes on and on.

My bike tour was conceived as a quest to find exceptional young artists. Surely, my slow motion, seat-of-the-pants tour of European cities will leave no stone unturned. But it seems that every time I turn over a new rock, I find a fetish, rather than the next Picasso.

“Want me to wear some of Lilli’s lingerie while we fuck?” Lysa asks with doe-eyed innocence.

“What?” I stammer. “I mean, why? Why would I want that?”

“An erotic totem?”

“I don’t get it,” I tell Lysa. I really don’t.

“Well, something sexually significant, to get you aroused. I mean, we both know you have the hots for my big sister,” she says.

“Half the male population of Frankfort Main has the hots for Lilli. But I’m so over her.”

“Really? But if I wore her panties or bra? Maybe if I get something from her laundry hamper? With her scent?”

“No way, Lysa. Lilli is a selfish, self-absorbed lover. And you, little sister, are the opposite. Caring. Sensitive. Thoughtful. I understand you want to make our sex exciting. But I could care less about her panties,” I say, moving close and whispering in Lysa’s ear. “If you want to make me hot, just let me watch you undress. Let me see you!”

Which is what Lysa does. She is sheepish as my gaze travels up and down her wonderful body with upthrust breasts, narrow waist and hips and long, very muscular thighs. Her pubic bone protrudes above a baby smooth mons.

“How do you get so smooth?” I ask without taking my eyes off her pussy.

“I shave very carefully.”

“Could I shave you sometime?”

“Oh! That sounds nice. Maybe I can do you too?”

Lysa may not have Lilli’s outrageous figure, or Sugar Magnolia’s Barbie-Doll proportions. But what she has is infuriatingly sexual, the way some girls are without even trying. Thin, but not skinny. Tanned, except for a bikini line on her hips and lower abs. Sexual forthright, but with a shy smile.

“Jason,” she says softly. “You aren’t the only one who might enjoy the view.”

It takes a moment to compute. “Right,” I reply, doffing my polo shirt and undoing my shorts, which I push to the floor along with my briefs. My cock springs into view with a series of playful bounces that elicit a wide smile from Lysa. Her deep blue eyes sparkle at me with erotic intent.

“Nice. Very nice,” she says. Then she changes the subject. “You must think I’m such a slut for the way I masturbated where you could see me.”

“It never crossed my mind. Really!” I tell Lysa. “What I was thinking about is what a mess Lilli is in. Always horny because she’s afraid to masturbate. But it’s OK if she uses me like a convenient sex toy, as long as we don’t ‘touch below the waist.’ I was thinking how warped and hypocritical that all is. When I saw you, I was blown away by your honest sexuality. I wish I could be that authentic and uninhibited.”

“You are too sweet, Jason. If I’m going to be completely honest, I’d better make a confession.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m bi. I like girls as well as guys. Most of my sexual experiences have been with other girls. I mean… please don’t laugh, but I’ve never given a blow job,” she confessed, her eyes lingering on my cock.

“Do you want to learn?”

“Of course!”

“There’re lots of different techniques. But since you are so incredible with your hands, play to your strength. Use your fingers to get me close, then finish off with your mouth. Does that make sense?”

“I think so. Let’s try.”

I sit on the edge of Lysa’s bed while Lysa kneels between my legs. Just looking down and watching her big blue eyes focus on my cock as she reaches out to caress it with feathery fingertips, makes me shiver with excitement.

“Like this?” she asks with a naughty smile as one fingertip traces the underside of my cock while her other hand brushes and kneads my balls.

“Exactly,” I sigh. Lysa’s magical fingers have an instinctive understanding of how to arouse me. Not only does she use feathery caresses to build the tension, but she knows exactly when transition to a faster pace and more forceful grip. And there’s something new. Her tongue explores my cocktip. The sensitive underside, the super sensitive ridge, and the tiny slit at the very tip.

“Tastes good,” Lysa murmurs.

“Feels delicious,” I say as her fingers hit second gear, the grip is still loose but the speed accelerates. Little tremors race down my cock as the tip slips into the warm gulf of her mouth. Lysa’s lips wraps around my cock head as her tongue continues its exploration of my most sensitive zones. A tiny involuntary contraction rolls visibly up and down my abs.

“Amazing,” she laughs, backing off my cock for a second. I can feel you tremble against my lips and watch your body quiver.”

“And I izmit escort can see the excitement in your eyes,” I tell her.

“Not just my eyes, I promise!” I’m working out what she means when Lysa’s head dips back onto my cock and she shifts into third gear. Her fingers squeeze me tight and she continues to build speed. Her mouth slides along my shaft this time, and I respond by gently undulating my hips.

She looks up at me with her eyes crinkled in a knowing smile.

Lysa finds a rhythm with both fingers and mouth that matches my hips, pulling back as I thrust. Bobbing up and down as I pull back. We go at it like this for a long time, gradually picking up the pace.

“Getting close,” I say with a moan, just as a little spasm races along my cock. Without missing a beat, Lysa nods her head and takes it into fourth gear.

She finds her own rhythm, fingers and lips flying up and down my cock, tongue pummeling the tip. Her free hand cups my balls, then squeezes. Hard.

Hot cum rises and I try to pull out of Lysa’s mouth. But she has other ideas and her hand grips my shaft and holds me hard against her tongue.

“Holy shit,” I groan loud enough to wake the neighbors. Or Lilli at the very least. The first shot sprays across her tongue. Lysa is still struggling to swallow when the second volley of ejaculate hits her throat, but somehow she gobbles it down, along with the others that follow.

When I finally go still, she swirls her tongue, takes a final gulp and beams at me with a heart-winning smile.

“How’d I do?” she giggles. I’m suddenly too tired to even answer, but merely collapse onto the bed with what I’m sure could be described as a satisfied shit-eating grin. But one glimpse of her panties tells me I wasn’t the only one getting off on Lysa’s first blow job.

Her juice has turned the crotch panel nearly transparent. Underneath I can see a creamy-white tan line and the dark gap between her wet and swollen outer lips.

“Mind if I take care of that,” she says, following my gaze to her panties.

“Only if I can help,” I say, recovering enough to slide down between her legs and take a deep breath of her wonderfully pungent scent. “This is a job we need to do together.”

###

Yes, the sex is amazing. But it’s Lysa’s amazing local knowledge — back roads, camp sites, weather, eateries and all the other small things on which the success of a bike tour can turn — that was the reasons I impetuously invited her to join me.

And Lysa suggests a new fetish. In Paris, I had gone down the voyeur-exhibitionist rabbit hole. I wasn’t about to add Lilli’s used lingerie to the list. But I appreciated Lysa’s inventiveness.

It takes her just two days to get ready for our departure. She could have done it one, but we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other, and spent most of the time fooling around in bed.

On the road, if the weather cooperates, we’ll camp two or three nights for every one we spend in a hotel or hostel. Contrary to biking myth, camping in some farmer’s field after 12 hours pedaling in the hot sun is not entirely conducive to hot sex. Or any sex. Getting to know each other in the sheltered privacy of her bedroom is not a bad thing.

Lysa’s wall is covered with abstract paintings. During our pillow talk, I learn her love for abstracts evolved alongside cycling. In winter, when she could no longer lose herself in thought on the Frankfurt bike trails, she turned to painting.

But it was now late Spring and the sun hangs in the European sky for 16 hours a day. Far longer than any sane cyclist wants to spend on a skinny bicycle saddle. While Lysa prepares for a 1000 km trip to Berlin and on to Prague, I pedal into Frankfurt to visit an up-and-coming painter whose work my local art contact, Gustave, admires.

Her name was Una and her thing is Magical Realist oil paintings in the style of Rene Magritte. Her work is sophisticated and catchy, although her ideas are far from original. In the end, I’m impressed enough to purchase a canvas with a vibrant green landscape populated by a herd of wooly sheep that turn seamlessly into fluffy white clouds against a Cerulean blue sky, and ship it home.

There is no denying Una’s talent for draftsmanship and brushwork. But her choice of subject and visual concepts have been used over and over again. Perhaps with time, she will mature enough to discover whatever rare muse it is that inspires an artist to push into the uncharted territory of original ideas.

But I’m not hopeful.

Una is already winning awards, joining elite exhibitions, and selling plenty of canvases. Still, at it’s core, her work is “decorative.” And I’m looking for something more. Something fresh and original that make you wonder aloud, “Why didn’t someone think of that before.” You know. like the next Picasso.

###

On the ride back to Lilli and Lysa’s apartment, I realize I’m going to have to explain something to a Lysa. Not gebze escort that it is any big deal. But l’ve always been reluctant to reveal too much, too soon about my plans. Call it superstition, but I’ve noticed that the people who make the most noise about their ambitions, often accomplish the least.

So far on the trip, I’d been purposely vague with everyone, including Gustave and my late aunt Bea’s other friends, lovers and art dealers. But for Lysa to be truly helpful, she needs to know the full scale of what I want to achieve.

Over dinner, I outline the entire project, starting with the deconsecrated gothic stone church I quietly purchased in Gloucester, MA, with part of Bea’s legacy. The vestry has already been turned into a frame shop, and a father-son carpenter team is currently removing pews to make room for 12 gallery spaces. Each space will be devoted to the original works of a talented emerging artist. The gallery itself will be called Bea Plymptom in honor of my aunt and mentor.

“This is extraordinary,” she exclaims with an enthusiasm that confirms I’ve made the right decision by asking Lysa to join my slow-motion expedition across Europe.

I also show Lysa the bios and sample paintings of the four artists I’ve already signed to contracts — a young woman from Mexico City, a French-Canadian boy from a small town near Quebec City, and two American oil painters, one from Wood’s Hole on Cape Cod and another, who specialized in surf art, from Santa Cruz, CA.

As for how to find exceptional young artists, I’m open to anything. Art dealers, online galleries, teachers and professors, group shows in small museums and community art spaces. There’s just one thing. I’m concerned that as a painter herself, Lysa may feel conflicted about helping me promote the careers of others. I needn’t worry.

“Let me guess,” Lysa says over a slice of fresh Bienenstich. “You exclude abstract artists from your stable because you don’t possess the critical tools to evaluate their work.”

“My, God, Lysa. How’d you know that?” I’m shocked that having known each other for only a couple of days, she can be so perceptive.

“In addition to recumbent touring, I’ve been painting abstracts since I was a wee grom, too,” she jokes. “You, Jason, are a leg and ass aficionado, but definitely not an abstract art guy.”

“Touché,” I reply. “Guilty on all counts. I’m totally curious, though. How can you recognize an ‘abstract art guy?'”

“It’s all about how the mind is wired and the way you think. People who are looking for some kind of order in the universe, who need precise and clear cut answers, generally prefer representational art,” Lysa explains. “And you, Jason, are the very definition of a sequential thinker.

“There’s actually a study at Heidelberg University on this,” Lysa continues. “It found individuals who enjoy novelty, ambiguity, and dissonance, and are sensation seekers, openminded thinkers, and possess a low desire for orderliness, also tend to prefer abstract over representational art.”

“Someone quantified all that?” I ask in astonishment.

“Sure. And how much do you want to bet he, or perhaps she, prefers representational art?”

“I’m sure you’d win. But what about things like appreciation for creative expression?”

“Creativity and it’s expression are independent of style, don’t you think.”

“I do,” I tell her. In a few moments of conversation, Lysa has blown me away. “This is going to a fascinating trip, Lysa. I can’t wait to hear more of your ideas.”

“You definitely will, Jason,” she laughs. “Whether you want to or not.”

###

By an hour after sunrise, the sidewalk in front of Lysa’s building is crowded with well wishers. Lilli and Gustave, of course. But also around a dozen of Lysa’s fellow college students, several of whom I recognize from her bike touring snapshots. I’m surprised and impressed by how many people have risen at the crack of dawn to see us off. There’s no doubt that Lilli’s little sister is a remarkable young woman in her own right.

Lysa speaks in German. I don’t understand much, but her words have a powerful effect and I see tears pouring down Lilli’s cheeks and several other girls daubing their eyes with handkerchiefs. When Lysa finishes, there are spontaneous cheers and everyone gathers around us for a goodbye hug. Lilli and several girls I’d never met before give me warm embraces and whisper in German what I assume are admonitions to look after Lysa.

Eventually, Lysa breaks free, we mount our bikes, and start pedaling to a burst of cheers and the wail of an air horn.

A moment later, the little group vanishes from view behind a hilltop, and the finance-industry skyscrapers of the greater Rhine-Main metro region unfurl in the hazy morning sun. Lysa smiles up at me and we choke back a little shiver of emotion and sweep side-by-side onto the nearly empty pavement of the Oeder Weg.

A touring cyclist lives a like darıca escort a turtle, hauling everything on his, or her, back. Every ounce matters, as does reliability. There are bike blogs where the debate rages for pages as to whether it’s worth the extra weight to carry an eight-blade Swiss Army knife rather than the basic six-blade model. My style of touring, credit-card cycling as it is known, with regular hostel and restaurant stops, is far less demanding than full-on self-supported touring, or poverty cycling.

Still, like Lysa, I’d spent years of trial-and-error refining my cycling kit. Without discussion, we’d both settled on the same summer bike outfit. A long-sleeved, moisture-wicking jersey with a colorful design for visibility and a pair of black nylon “Spandex” shorts. My shorts had extra chamois padding, which is unnecessary for Lysa, since her recumbent mesh seat is the ultimate in support and comfort.

For visiting artists and galleries, or just hanging out, I pack two pairs of khaki-colored nylon pants, two light-weight cotton polo shirts, and one collarless black Dacron t-shirt. A pair of zippers located mid-thigh converts the long pants into cargo shorts.

I don’t know if Lysa has brought pants, a skirt, or both. I’ll let that be one of her many surprises.

From the get-go it’s obvious that Lysa is in superb physical condition. If anything, I’ll be the one holding us back on the grueling mountain climbs. I can’t help but smile at her oversized bike helmet and big aviator sun glasses with extra large lenses. Along with the reclining seat, at first glance Lysa gives the impression of a pilot in the cockpit of a some kind of exotic, pedal-powered fighter jet. I grab a quick photo on my phone to send to her friends.

By mid morning, we have left the last of the Frankfurt suburbs, and enter a series of little-trafficked back-country roads that roll alongside miles of neatly furrowed farmland. Lysa suggests we stop for lunch at the Gasthause Elizabeth Cafe in the little crossroads village of Poppenhausen.

The Cafe exterior resembles a low-budget Swiss chalet with brown-stained pine lumber and flower boxes full of red geraniums. Inside is a classic bourgeoise Bavarian restaurant. But if the conservatively dressed patrons mind a couple of Lycra-clad bicyclists dining in their midst, they don’t show it. The menu is heavy on traditional dishes like Rinderroulade, Bratwurst, Kartofgelkoesse, and Kartoffelpuffer. It’s the very antithesis of the trendy East Village eateries I frequented so often in New York, but is ideal for a pair of ravenous cyclists.

As afternoon turns to evening, I watch Lysa maintain a steady cadence, her body relaxed in the recumbent cockpit, her eyes half-closed in the rapture of her own thoughts.

I have no such luck.

Pain radiates across my back and down my legs. My butt aches from pressing on the narrow bike seat and my balls have long ago gone numb. The road itself is narrow, but little traveled and we can hear on oncoming cars or trucks while they are still miles away. The most common vehicles, however, are tractors and combines, which often take over both lanes as they crawl from field to field.

I can’t help but wonder what kind of person devotes a life to sitting in a tractor cab, plowing, planting and harvesting the same plot of land year after year? Probably the same kind who sits in a cubical year after year, dreaming of a four-week August vacation.

I count myself lucky that my aunt Bea left me enough of a nest egg to try and follow in her footsteps as a financially-independent collector and trader in contemporary art.

A few miles beyond another crossroads farm town, notable mainly for its towering grain elevators, Lysa becomes fully alert, paying keen attention to the side of the road. “Down here,” she shouts, hitting her brakes.

I circled back and follow her through an overgrown opening in the hedgerow. Beyond is a narrow fisherman’s trail the ends at the side of a mossy-banked creek. It’s as pretty, private and idyllic as J.M.W. Turner painting.

“Local knowledge?” I ask, amazed at the natural perfection of the campsite Lysa has so effortlessly discovered.

“Definitely. Some friends shared it last summer.”

“Any insects?” I start to ask, but my legs buckle the moment I swing them off the bike frame. I sink to my knees, the heavily-loaded bike collapsing on top of me.

Lysa drops her recumbent onto the moss and jumps to my aid, lifting my bike off my torso and leaning it against the trunk of an old shrub oak. I gingerly get to my feet as she rubs my calves and thighs.

It takes about 30 minutes, a lot of stretches, a handful of NAISDs and a couple of codeine tablets, but eventually my back and legs return to something approaching a semi pain-free condition. Tomorrow, I’m either going to pedal slower, travel a shorter distance, or trade my bike in for recumbent like Lysa’s HP Volentechnik. Or, perhaps, do all three.

While I tarry, Lysa unpacks two panniers, rolls out a ground cloth, opens a self-inflating air mattress and sets up her sleeping bag. She then fires up thr camp stove and begins heating our pre-cooked dinner. The aroma is delicious.

My entire contribution is to retrieve a bottle of Bordeaux and pop the cork with my Swiss Army knife.

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Sorry for this omission but this is the missing end to part 7.

Jason obliged, while at the head of the table Phillip had released her hands and began to caress her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. He watched Jason plunging into their attractive young assistant. He felt the hardness of his own cock rubbing against the wooden sides of the massage table. Was he going to get the opportunity to experience the delights of Mary’s attractive body?

He shouldn’t have worried. At the moment, Mary’s needs were insatiable, and she made no objection when he replaced Jason between her thighs. Mary had no idea how long the session went on. The two guys just used her body, and she willingly allowed them to. She was exhausted and extremely satisfied by the time they all called it a day.

Afterwards, they helped her clean herself up. She wrapped herself in a towel. Outside, the place had emptied. Only a few stands were still occupied. Others were closed and dark. Phillip thanked her for her help, and she smiled when she kissed them both. “I think it’s me who ought to thank you,” she said with a smile.

She made her way through the almost empty hall back to the Logan Promotions office. Gina was already dressed and chatting with Jerry. He smiled when she came in. “Everything okay?”

She smiled. “Yes, it’s been a very interesting day.”

She slipped the towel off and started to get dressed. This was only day one of three and she wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Chapter 08

After she had changed, she found Bob waiting for her in the car just outside reception.

“Well, what sort of day has it been?” he asked as she settled into the car.

“Interesting. I hope you have found plenty to interest you. It’s been a long day.”

“How can any guy not be interested in a place like that? It’s like letting a kid free in a candy store.”

They drove back to the hotel and decided to find somewhere to eat outside the hotel.

“I could just fancy an Indian,” Mary said. “How about you?”

Bob grinned. “After seeing all that pussy all day, I could just fancy yours before we go out. It would make a very appetizing starter to any meal.”

Mary laughed, but she was wondering if she would be able to take Bob on so soon after Jason and Phillip. In fact, she could still feel their juices seeping from her pussy as she had not had a chance to shower at the center.

They arrived back at the hotel, and as soon as they got to their room, Bob took her in his arms. They kissed; she began to panic; she needed to shower. If he started trying to make love and he touched her down there, he would soon realize what she had been up to. “Look, “she said, trying to pry herself from his arms, “let me go and get cleaned up. It’s been a long and tiring day.”

Reluctantly he let her go, and she scurried to the bathroom. He had to agree she would taste a lot better after a shower when she was all pink and warm.

In the bath room Mary quickly removed her clothes and tossed them in the dirty linen basket. She turned on the shower and stepped under the stinging spray. She was relieved that she had made it before Bob had discovered anything, and began to feel better. She carefully washed herself, making sure that all signs of her lovemaking were washed away.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw Bob lying on the bed. He was completely naked; his cock stood up like a tent pole, and he was gently massaging it.

“Come over here and slide your delightful pussy around this. I bet you are in nearly as bad a state as me, spending all day naked with guys ogling you.” There was no way out; she undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. She got on the bed and positioned herself astride him. As she lowered herself, she felt the hardness of his cock head rubbing up against her pussy lips: those same pussy lips that had less than an hour ago willingly accepted both Phillip and Jason.

She felt her lips part as he inserted the head of his cock. He thrust up towards her and she lowered herself, enveloping his cock in the warm wet folds of her pussy. Suddenly she realized that she was hungry again: hungry for sex.

She worked her muscles and squeezed him. He groaned and pressed into her. His hands reached up and began to caress her breasts, squeezing them gently, and pulling on her already extended nipples.

Together they began to fuck. Their cries and groans became louder as they neared a climax. Suddenly he came in a long gushing orgasm. She responded and their juices mixed; she fell forward gasping, pressing her breasts into his bare chest, and kissing his neck and ears.

“I really needed that,” he gasped.

Mary nodded. “And so did I,” she lied, but she had to admit that she had enjoyed it.

Of course they both needed to shower again before they dressed and made their way out to reception. The receptionist was very helpful and directed them to a good local Indian restaurant.

The escort kocaeli bayan food was good: hot and tasty and washed down with a nice bottle of wine. During the meal Bob did quiz her on what she had been doing with the exhibitors.

“Just helping them out and looking pretty,” she said with a smile.

It was quite late when they finally made it back to the hotel, but they did manage to make love again before falling in to a well earned sleep.

Next morning, Mary was awoken from her sleep by the exciting feeling of someone caressing her body. She lay there for a few moments enjoying the sensation as she struggled to become fully awake. She opened her eyes to find Bob leaning over her. The covers had been turned back and he was lightly exploring her body, drawing circles with his finger around her nipples and trailing down over her stomach to brush lightly across her pussy.

She smiled and looked up at him. “Do you always wake your lover like this?” she asked.

He nodded. “When she is as beautiful as you are. I just can’t resist your body.”

She smiled and pulled him down to her. Their lips met in a long passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling with each other’s, and she felt him squeeze her breasts more urgently.

“Do we have time?” she asked breathlessly.

“We’ll make time. I really need you this morning.”

She smiled up at him and he felt her spread her legs. She groaned and gripped onto his shoulders as he eased himself inside her. She lay back and enjoyed the wonderful sensation as he penetrated her deeply. He then lay on top of her enjoying the feeling of her pussy gripping his cock while she gently contracted her vaginal muscles.

That morning it was a long sensuous fuck. Gone was the urgency of last night; now it was more gentle, more satisfying for both of them. Time and time again they came to the brink only to ease off and slightly relax before climbing the mountain again. When they finally came, it was a complete and satisfying finale.

Afterwards they lay in each other’s arms relaxing before suddenly noticing the time.

Quickly they showered and dressed, going for a quick breakfast. Then it was a dash through the early morning rush hour to the exhibition centre. They made it although about fifteen minutes late. Jerry looked up at the clock as Mary entered the Logan Promotions office. “Cutting it fine, aren’t you? We have punters already queuing up outside; we open in 15 minutes.”

She apologized. “The traffic was hell.”

Jerry smiled. “Was it that, or was it the bed? I hear you brought your lover down with you.”

“Maybe it was a bit of both,” she said with a cheeky grin.

“Okay, go and get yourself ready. Gina’s already out there. You are both working with Exotic Creations today. Well, later because for the first part I will need both of you on reception. After that you can sort things out between you.”

Mary made her way to the small changing room and quickly removed her clothes: everything, that is, apart from her heels. She checked herself in the mirror; she was getting used to seeing herself naked at work.

She then made her way over to the reception area. She didn’t feel too bad today about being naked in such a public place. Exhibitors making their way to their displays nodded to her; it was a still a strange sensation.

Gina greeted her with a smile. “I guess you must have had a good night, or did you just overlay?”

“A bit of both,” she said. “Anything I should know about today?”

“Not really. Almost the same routine as yesterday, but you will have to be a bit more wary about hands. Public days are apt to get a bit feely, feely. The fact that we are naked seems to give them the idea that anything goes, but security is always on hand if they go too far.”

As soon as the doors opened, Mary saw the difference. She felt ogled more, and more aware of her nakedness. Guys with cameras jostled to take pictures of her. Some wanted to join her in the pictures. She tried to be friendly and obliging, standing and smiling while their friends took pictures. Some wanted to hold her, to touch her nakedness; others just wanted to stand and look. By noon the initial rush on the door had turned to a trickle, and Jerry’s receptionist turned up to give them a lunch break.

“Might be a good idea to slip a robe on today,” Gina said. “It’s more crowded; no point in putting temptation in their way.”

After collecting their robes, they made their way over to the refreshment area and collected lunch packs. Fortunately they found an empty table.

“It is much busier today,” Mary commented.

“Usually is on the public days. By the way, do you want to go first this after noon?”

Mary looked at her puzzled.

“Exotic creations,” she explained.

Mary nodded. “Sorry, yes, if you want me too; wasn’t thinking.”

“You do two till four and I’ll do four to six. Then after our break, we have to divide the other two between us. Which kocaeli otele gelen escort one do you want?”

Mary had little hesitation. She remembered back to her session with Phillip and Jerry last night. “I’ll take Intimacy if that’s okay with you.”

Gina nodded. “I guess we both took the same choices from the list Jerry sent out.”

“You mean the exhibitors to work for?”

Gina nodded. “I didn’t fancy the other two. I’m not really into BDSM, and being fucked in public is not really my thing.”

“You mean that’s what you are expected to do at the porno film company?”

Gina smiled. “Yes, they have a small studio where they demonstrate how porno movies are made and let amateur film makers have a go.”

Mary bit into her roll. She looked across at Gina. “It must be hell of a turn on being fucked in public.”

Gina laughed. “I guess it is if that’s your thing. Then she brushed the crumbs off her robe and stood up. “I need to do a few things. I’ll see you later: four o’clock on reception.”

As Gina left, Mary looked up and saw Bob coming though the crowd. He smiled. “It’s a change to see you dressed,” he joked. “There’s a lot here, isn’t there?” he said looking around.

“Have you seen everything?” Mary asked.

“Just about; few more places I want to revisit later.”

“Have you been on the Magnus productions stand?”

He shook his head. “No, that’s one of the ones that’s on my list for later. It’s always very busy.”

“Fancy having a walk over there now? I wouldn’t mind to see what I might have been doing if I had selected them as one of my choices.”

When they got there, it was a very busy unit, and there was already a queue for the next program. Mary pushed her way through and showed her name badge to the guy on the door. He smiled and nodded and opened the door for them. “You’ll probably find a couple of free seats at the back.”

The studio was surprisingly large. There was seating on three sides, and in the centre, a large bed. Bright lights blazed down on a couple on the bed: a shapely blond and a well muscled black guy. Both were completely naked, the woman on her back in the missionary position with him lunging into her with long powerful strokes. Around the bed, three cameramen were filming with video cameras from different angles. Mounted above the couple were three plasma screens showing the pictures from each camera. The pictures were highly detailed and showed extreme close ups.

Mary and Bob found some empty seats and watched the scene before them. Mary had never seen a couple make love before; well, not in the flesh. She had of course seen movies, but this was the real thing.

Bob put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “That could have been you down there if you had selected Magnus as one of your choices,” he whispered into her ear.

Mary immediately felt herself getting extremely warm. Bob was right. Could she actually have done it–allowed herself to be fucked in front of all these people? She could feel herself moistening at the thought.

She watched as the black guy withdrew from the woman. His cock was enormous, as big as she had ever seen. She had a sudden urge to touch herself. She slid her hand inside her robe and pressed her hand over her pussy. She was not surprised to find she was already wet. The black guy turned his partner over. She knelt up on the bed; he thrust his fingers into her opening her up, then quickly followed with his cock.

Mary saw the woman’s large breasts swinging as he again began to thrust into her, gripping onto her thighs. She was fascinated by the erotic display being acted out in front of her, and when Bob slipped his hand inside her robe and pushed her hand out of the way, she made no move to stop him fingering her himself.

The woman on the bed was now moaning loudly, pleading with the guy to finish, thrusting her rear backwards to get the most out of each stroke. Mary just sat there and watched, fascinated, her legs wide apart. Bob’s finger were working their magic, and when the guy on the bed pulled out and sprayed thick globules of creamy cum all over the woman’s back, Mary had a simultaneous climax, slumping back in her seat, crying out, and gasping for air. One or two of the guy in front of them realized what must have been happening and looked around and smiled.

Mary stayed in her seat trying to compose herself as the show came to an end and the couple left the bed. Bob inquired if she were okay, and she nodded.

“I think you enjoyed that,” he said with a smile.

“I’ve never seen it done in real life before; it was such a turn on.”

“I could tell that,” Bob said with a grin. “You were incredibly wet. I guess you would have liked to have been up there.”

Mary almost felt herself blushing just at the thought. “I don’t think I could do it in front of all those people.”

They were just about to leave when a guy who had been directing things izmit suriyeli escort came over.

“I guess you are one of Jerry’s girls,” he said.

Mary nodded. “We just popped in to see the show.”

“And what did you think?”

“It was rather erotic; I’ve never seen it done in real life before.”

The guy grinned. “I’m always looking for new talent if you fancy it.”

Mary shook her head. “I couldn’t do it, not in front of everyone.”

The guy nodded. “Well, you know where we are if you change your mind.”

They said good-bye and she followed Bob out into the exhibition centre again.

“I need to go,” she said. “Are you hanging around? I’m doing a stint on Exotic Creations now for a couple of hours.”

Bob smiled. “Don’t worry about me. This is a fun place to be. I’ll see you later.”

Mary found her way to the Exotic Creations stand. Ranged around the stand were shop window mannequins attired in extremely sexy undies, sleep wear, and very brief bikinis. She introduced herself to a lady called Miranda. She was the owner of the company. She welcomed Mary on board with a big smile. “Glad to meet you,” she said. “Jerry said you would be around to help us out for a couple of hours. It is easy work: just displaying our range of items to the punters. If you go inside, you will find Elli. She will show you what we want you to do.”

She made her way inside the stand and found Elli, a petite blond, who looked to be in her early forties. She was chatting to another woman who was dressed in a set of very revealing lingerie. She turned round and looked at Mary. “You my relief?” she asked.

Mary nodded. “I guess so.”

Elli looked at her. “Are you Annabelle?”

She smiled and nodded. “Miranda said you would give me instructions.”

“There’s not a lot to give. All you have to do is to display our outfits–these on the racks,” she said indicating several racks of frothy underwear behind her. “You can just about please yourself with what you wear, but try to mix things up a bit: you know, undies, wraps, stockings, swim wear. Then go out there and parade around for ten minutes or so. After that, come back in and change.

The girl in the undies slipped into some clothes, looking over at Mary. “Hope you are not shy. None of these things hide a lot, and some of those punters out there want to see everything.”

Mary shook her head. “No, I should manage. I’ve already spent most of my time here totally naked so it will be a change to wear something, however little it covers.”

Elli smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.” She turned to another girl who was just about to leave, asking her, “Will you be in tomorrow?” The girl nodded as she left. “Around ten be okay?” Elli nodded.

Elli turned and sorted through the racks. She passed Mary an outfit. “Here, start with this. I think it’s rather nice. You can wear these hold ups with it,” she said passing Mary an unopened packet.

Mary saw Elli watching her as she drew off her wrap. She smiled. “You have a nice figure; you should show the things off well.”

Mary slipped into the outfit, an almost completely see through bra and thong. Then she pulled on the holdups. When she was ready, Elli smiled. “You look very good; now get out there and let them see you.” Mary had no doubts that they would see her, for the brief items hid nothing.

It was a strange feeling when she stepped out onto the front of the stand. Although she had spent a lot of time totally naked, it felt different wearing this sexy outfit. This titillated rather than exposed. Anyway, the punters seemed to like it, and Mary was enjoying the attention she was getting. Cameras flashed from all directions, and she did some exaggerated poses which were appreciated by everyone.

After ten minutes, Miranda asked her to change into something else. This was how the two hours was spent. By the end of the session she was getting really turned on by all the attention. Some of the items were really erotic, like the crotchless panties and the peep hole bras. When one of the photographers that had grouped around the stand asked her to change into something one of the mannequins was wearing, she saw no point of going into the back to change, but did it there on the stand. She was under a constant barrage of camera flashes as she stripped and slipped into the other outfit, and when she had done the change, she got a big round of applause.

Mary was enjoying herself. The crowd loved her and she was a little sorry when Gina turned up to take her off. She had loved working in front of the crowd.

She was just saying her good-byes to Miranda and Elli when Bob appeared. “You moving on?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, I’m on Intimacy Products for their last stint.”

“I’ll walk over with you if that’s okay.” She nodded, but she was worried that he might stay around. After her session on Erotic Creations, she was feeling quite turned on and she knew that she could get some much needed relief from two certain guys on that stand. But when she got there, she was disappointed because she found Phillip alone. Apparently Jason had been called away on business. “You can hang around if you want to,” he said, “but I can’t do any exhibitions because there is no one to cover the stand.”

She looked at Bob and he shrugged. “No point in hanging around, is there? We might as well go and get a drink.”

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(Author’s note: My name is Jessica Tang Von Harper and I hope you enjoy my entry into the Nude Day story contest!)

*

Chloe and Marianne lay on deck chairs next to each other beside Chloe’s backyard swimming pool. Chloe wore a green bikini and Marianne wore a black one. They both wore sunglasses.

“So your parents are back tonight?” Marianne asked.

“Yes. Along with Tony and his friend.”

“I thought Tony was going to New Zealand.”

“Tomorrow. He and his friend Ben are catching another flight tomorrow morning. But they’ll stay the night.”

“Ben?”

“Yeah. He’s from New Zealand. Tony’s going to stay with them in New Zealand for a few weeks.”

“Too bad. I probably won’t get to see Tony.”

“No, he’ll hardly be here at all. He’s just passing through. But he’ll be back in a few weeks, though.”

A few minutes passed in silence as the girls lounged in the sun.

“Did we waste this?” Marianne asked.

“Huh?”

“Your parents were gone for two weeks. Two weeks, you had the house to yourself. Shouldn’t we have done more?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. A big party, maybe?”

“We had a party two nights ago.”

“A dozen people, and we sat around watching movies. That’s not what I call a party. That’s a get-together.”

“Okay. So what are you talking about then?”

“You know…A party! People in every room. Music. Alcohol. Mysterious but handsome strangers giving us meaningful looks from across the room.”

“Mess. Damage. People getting drunk and throwing up everywhere. No, thanks. You can meet your mysterious stranger in someone else’s house. I’d rather know everyone who comes in my house.”

“But how do you meet someone new if you already know everyone?”

“I don’t know.” Chloe shrugged languidly. “It’s too late for that kind of thing anyway. My parent’s are back tonight.”

Marianne sighed. She sat up and began to wiggle the straps of her bikini top up toward her shoulders.

“Whatcha doing?” Chloe asked.

“Skinny dipping, while I still can.” Marianne freed her breasts from the top and pulled the black tangle over her head. “You coming?”

“Nah. I’m nice and toasty.” Chloe turned her head, watching as Marianne peeled the bottom of her suit down her legs. Marianne stood and approached the side of the pool, pausing at the edge of the water.

Chloe smiled, admiring her friend’s slender nude body and long legs. “That jogging is paying off, beautiful…” she called out lazily.

Marianne didn’t turn around, but acknowledged the compliment by giving her rear end a wiggle. She gave a quick hop at the lip of the pool and then jumped forward, disappearing into the water with barely a splash. Chloe closed her eyes, feeling the warm sun beating against her skin.

Marianne burst to the surface of the water. “It’s so cold!” she wailed.

“Told ya.” Chloe giggled. She cracked an eyelid, peeking at Marianne’s head bobbing in the water, her long blonde hair floating on the surface of the water behind her like a bridal train. Chloe thought the world looked better through her sunglasses, the greens greener, the blues bluer. She let her eyes close again. She felt like she was drifting away into the air, her body melting into nothingness.

***

Chloe didn’t hear her parent’s car pull into the driveway, but she heard their voices outside, and she could hear the sound of Petey’s toenails tapping on the kitchen floor as the elderly dog scampered to the front door. It was shortly after five o’clock in the evening, and Chloe had been watching TV. She turned the TV off and sat, waiting and listening.

A key turned in the front door lock. The door opened. “Hey, Petey!” Her father’s voice greeted the dog, and she could hear the dog’s tail slapping against the wall. Her father called, “Chloe? We’re home!” She could hear her mother and brother talking to each other as well. Someone spoke in a low baritone, a voice she didn’t recognize, and then she heard the sound of her mother’s laughter.

Chloe slid out of her chair and headed to the front hallway, her bare feet padding silently on the carpet. “Ah, there she is!” her father said, smiling broadly when he noticed her walking towards him. Chloe hugged him, looking over his shoulder at the others who were passing through the front door.

“Hi, mom!” she said, releasing her father to give her mother a welcome-home hug. She grinned at Tony, then snuck a peak at his college friend. So this was Ben? Tony hadn’t told her he was so cute! He was tall, probably about four inches taller than she was, with a short mop of thick dark hair and an easy grin on his face. Chloe suddenly wished she had something more flattering on. She’d been lounging around the house in a loose pair of shorts and a tank top.

“Hey, sis… been a while,” Tony said as she hugged him next. “How’s everything? You good?”

“Yeah. Glad you’re back, Tony, even if it’s just for tonight.” Growing up, Tony and she had experienced their fair share of sibling fights, but since Tony kocaeli escort bayan had moved out to go to college on the east coast, they seemed to get along a lot better.

“Hey, this is Ben.” Tony waved at the handsome boy behind him. “Ben, meet my sister Chloe.”

Ben grinned. He had gorgeous brown eyes. “Hey, Chloe,” he said as he leaned forward to give her a casual one-armed squeeze. “I recognize you, kind of. Tony had a picture of the two of you on his desk… from San Francisco? You’re standing in front of a trolley?”

“Oh, yeah. I know the one.”

“Yeah. You’re older now, but I still recognize you. Tony says you just graduated from high school?”

“Yeah. Just a few weeks ago.”

“Are you following Tony to Penn State?”

Chloe shook her head. “No. University of Washington.”

“Ah. That’s a good school, too.” Ben flashed his grin at her, and Chloe felt herself melting inside. She adored his New Zealand accent, which sounded sophisticated but not difficult to understand. Her mind had already started to dictate a future text to Marianne, describing this cute college boy who was going to spend the night at her house.

“I’m starving!” her father proclaimed. “What do you say we order a bunch of pizzas?” Chloe stepped out of the way, letting herself slip into the background as her mother and father fussed around the house and Tony and Ben carried their suitcases upstairs to Tony’s room. She considered going up to her own room to change clothes, but thought it would be embarrassingly obvious if she came downstairs all dressed up for a dinner that consisted of delivery pizza. Tony would see right through her and would definitely tease her.

Instead, she disappeared into the living room and jumped on her phone. She quickly described the situation to Marianne in a rapid exchange of texts. Marianne, of course, wanted to come over for dinner.

“No point,” Chloe texted back. “Everyone’s tired. They’ll probably just crash.”

“You just want to keep him for yourself!” Marianne texted back.

Chloe sent back a quick “LOL”. She added, “I’ll sneak a pic and send it to you.”

The doorbell rang, and Chloe’s father answered. It was the pizza delivery. Her father paid for the three large pizzas and brought them to the dining room table. Tony and Ben descended rapidly down the stairs. “Smells great!” Tony said, eagerly grabbing a slice of pepperoni.

Chloe emerged from the living room, feeling shy, and quietly sat across from the two boys at the table. She took a slice of veggie lovers. Her father sat at the head of the table, and her mother took the opposite chair.

It was good to have Tony home, even if it was just one night. The dinner table seemed brighter and more alive with him there. He had always been loud and boisterous, and now it seemed like he had a whole semester of college stories to tell. He and Ben almost seemed like a comedy duo, the way they alternated their narration, and Chloe could barely eat because she was laughing so hard at their adventures.

They talked with enthusiasm about their upcoming trip to New Zealand. “Ben’s place is in a beautiful area,” Tony said. “You should see his pictures. It’s like he’s got a mountain range in his backyard.”

“I told Tony he’s welcome to come visit anytime he wants,” Ben said. “My family is happy to give him a place to stay.” Ben smiled at Chloe. “That goes for you too, Chloe. If you ever want to visit New Zealand, you can come stay with us.”

“I’d love to go to New Zealand some day,” Chloe said. She felt like her pulse increased in speed every time Ben smiled at her.

“You can come with me next time, Chloe,” Tony assured her. “I think you’d love it.”

Chloe thought to herself, “Yes, I’m sure I’d love the scenery,” as she peeked at Ben’s handsome features. As if he could sense her gaze, he looked her way and flashed her that easy grin. She shifted her eyes quickly away.

“What do you say to watching a movie?” her father asked after the leftover pizza had been put away. “We could see what’s available to stream.”

“Sure, sounds great,” Ben said.

“I’m too tired,” her mother said. “I might turn in.”

“Mom always likes to go to sleep early,” Tony told Ben.

Her mother nodded. “I’m a morning person. You two shouldn’t stay up too late either. Your flight leaves pretty early.”

“We won’t,” Tony said. “Good night, mom.”

They all said good night, and Chloe’s mother went up the stairs while the rest of them went to the living room to sit around the enormous television screen. After browsing the movies, they settled on “Bridge of Spies.”

Her father barely lasted five minutes before he was snoring loudly in his chair. Tony grinned. “Dad? Dad?” Tony poked him in the arm and their dad snapped awake.

“What… did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah. You didn’t miss much, the movie just started.”

Her father rubbed his eyes. “Maybe I need to go up with your mother.”

“Cool,” Tony said. “See you in the morning.”

After izmit otele gelen escort their father left, Ben glanced at Chloe. “What about you, Chloe?” he asked. “You tired too?”

“Me? I’m not tired at all. I slept in until ten this morning.”

The boys chuckled. “We were up at four thirty,” Tony said. “And that’s after we stayed up until one in the morning packing the place up.”

“Did you sleep at all on the plane?”

“I tried to,” Tony said.

They continued watching the movie. Chloe kept her eyes on the screen, but she secretly watched Ben out of the corner of her eye. She wished she could chat with him some more, but he seemed to be interested in the movie and she didn’t want to distract him.

After an hour, Tony said, “I have no idea what’s going on in this thing. Are you guys following this?”

“Yes,” Chloe said. “I mean, mostly…”

Tony shook his head. “I’m nodding out, I think. This is too complicated a movie when I’m this tired. We should have found some stupid comedy instead. Or a horror movie. Something where we don’t have to think too much.”

“You want to watch something else?” Chloe asked.

“Ben?” Tony looked at his friend for the answer.

“Ahh… we should probably just call it a night,” Ben said. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Tony said. “We’re going to head up.”

“Okay.” Chloe nodded.

“Good night.” Ben smiled at her. “If I don’t see you tomorrow, Chloe, it was nice to meet you.”

“Oh… I’ll wake up tomorrow morning to say goodbye,” Chloe said.

“Okay. Then maybe I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Ben nodded at the television. “Enjoy the rest of the movie.”

“Good night,” Chloe said. She listened to them stomping up the stairs, then followed the sound of their footsteps passing above her as Tony walked Ben to the guest bedroom. She moved to the couch, settling into the spot where Ben had been sitting, feeling his warmth still on the cushions. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps above her again, Tony’s most likely, heading from the guest bedroom to his own.

Chloe pulled out her phone. She texted to Marianne, “Everyone’s sleeping already.”

Marianne texted back almost immediately. “Already?!? It’s not even nine!”

“I told you,” Chloe sent. “Nothing happening here.”

“Did you get to talk to him at least?”

“Yes… he’s so funny. I was laughing so hard at dinner.”

“LOL. Send me his pic!”

Chloe watched Tom Hanks on the screen for a few minutes. She texted, “I didn’t get a pic of him. I’ll get one in the morning.”

“They’re leaving early?” Marianne sent back.

“I’ll wake up to say goodbye,” Chloe sent. She gazed at the phone, waiting to see if Marianne would reply, but the phone sat quietly in her hand. She returned her attention to the movie. After a few minutes, the phone buzzed. Marianne’s message: “Set an alarm!” Chloe set down the phone without bothering to reply.

She watched “Bridge of Spies” to the end. Afterwards, she flipped through the channels, watching bits and pieces of things, never staying on a channel for long. The house was very quiet, and it was easy for her to imagine that she was still alone there like she’d been for the previous two weeks.

Finally, she turned off the television. She spent a few minutes wandering around the downstairs turning off lights. The clock in the kitchen read 11:08. That late already? Chloe decided she would take a quick shower and try to go to bed. She’d been staying up past 2 AM every night while her parents were out of town, but it was a bad habit to be in.

Chloe walked up the stairs. She could hear the low snore of her father as she passed their bedroom, muted by the closed door. Chloe could see a red glow emanating from her bedroom, generated by the lava lamp she kept on her dresser. It was the only light upstairs, but it was enough to see by.

Chloe retrieved a towel from the hall closet. The door creaked, and she could hear Petey’s dog tags jingle from her parent’s bed room, as the dog no doubt lifted his head towards the sound. Chloe closed the door gently. She stepped into her bedroom, finding her dresser by the red glow of the lava lamp, and pulled out a clean pair of panties and a long sleep shirt. Bundling these items along with the towel, she crossed the hall and entered the bathroom. She made sure to close the door before flipping the light switch. The overhead light flickered on and the ventilation fan hummed to life.

She hung the towel on the shower door and dropped her new clothes on the floor. She reached in past the shower door and turned on the water. It came out cold at first, but soon started to fill the room with steam, despite the efforts of the ventilation fan. Chloe peeled off her tank top and removed her bra. She discarded these clothes on the floor by the door, followed swiftly by her shorts and panties. When she slid open the door to the shower, a cloud of steam enveloped her, warming her. It felt kocaeli suriyeli escort nice.

She stepped in, leaning into the spray, letting it wet her dark hair. She ran her fingers through the long strands, looking for tangles. After a few minutes of relaxing under the hot water, she put some soap onto a pouf and started to scrub.

A knock came on the door. Before she could speak, the door opened. She was astonished to see Ben’s head poke in.

“I’m in here!” she protested, although she was stating the obvious.

“I know. Do you mind if I take a quick leak?” Without waiting for her answer, he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Fortunately, the towel hanging on the door blocked her body from his view, but Chloe was still shocked that he would enter so casually. He noticed the look on her face and shrugged. “Sorry… I guess I’m used to being casual about the bathroom. I’m sure Tony told you, our bathroom was co-ed at the red apartments?”

“Yes…” Tony had told her that, but hadn’t provided any details of what that meant. “There’s another bathroom downstairs…”

“Don’t worry… I’ll be quick.” Ben stepped up to the toilet and put up the lid. Chloe’s eyes went wide as he nonchalantly undid the front of his pants and fished out his penis. It was thick and long, like a snake with a bulging pink head He didn’t seem to care that she could see him. He pointed the thing at the toilet, and after a moment a stream of urine launched out of the tip and splashed into the water.

Chloe stood under the spray of the shower, her arms crossed over her breasts, staring at Ben’s penis through the glass. She couldn’t look away, watching in awe as the stream of pee gradually ebbed until a final few drips trickled into the toilet. He bounced it up and down, shaking off the last few drops. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. What would Marianne say when Chloe told her?

Ben held his penis between his fingers and tucked it back into his pants. He went to the sink and started to wash his hands. “Tony’s asleep,” he said to her. “I tried to sleep… I think I got an hour and then I woke up. I always have trouble sleeping before a flight.”

“Aren’t you going to be tired tomorrow?” Chloe asked. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she wait for him to leave before she continued her shower? She still hadn’t washed her hair, and she felt very vulnerable standing under the water naked while he was in the room.

He chuckled. “Yeah, no doubt. But I can sleep on the plane.”

“I always have trouble sleeping on planes,” Chloe said.

He wiped his hands on the hand towel. “Really? Why?”

“They’re so cramped,” she said. “And loud.”

“Loud? Well, you could always put on headphones.” Ben leaned against the sink. “It’s a pretty long flight to New Zealand. I think I’d go crazy if I didn’t sleep through some of it. I’d sleep through all of it if I could. Wouldn’t that be nice? Close my eyes, get some rest, and wake up twelve hours later when the plane is landing?”

“Yeah,” she said. “That would be nice. Um… the co-ed bathroom at your apartment…”

“Oh, yeah.” He grinned at her. “Six guys and six girls sharing one small bathroom. Three stalls and two urinals, two showers. We pretty much had to learn to share everything if we were going to survive. Tony told you about it?”

“No… I mean, not much…”

“We tried to be proper about it, but that lasted for about half of the first week.” He chuckled. “Then we were just too tired and too busy to care. I’d walk in early in the morning and find three or four girls in their panties putting on make-up at the sinks… but what could I do? I couldn’t say, ‘pardon me, please let me know when you’re done’, because I had class in half an hour. I’d just squeeze in beside them at the sinks to brush my teeth and do my own thing.”

He seemed content to lean against the sink and chat with her. Chloe started to relax. She was hidden behind the rectangle of towel on the shower door, and Ben wasn’t showing a great deal of interest in her nudity anyways. When he talked to her, his eyes stayed on her face, and he hadn’t tried to position himself to get a peek around the edge of the towel.

“You know Joanne, right? Tony told you about her?”

“Yes. I mean… you told us that story about her, at the dinner table… about the performance art…?”

“Right, right. Well, a couple months ago, I applied for a spot on this professor’s research team. Professor Wick, a very serious older man. He came by to interview me, and we were sitting in the common area of the apartments. Suddenly, halfway through the interview, here comes Joanne, walking to the bathroom, totally naked. I don’t know if you’ve seen her picture… she’s got an amazing body, very athletic, kind of like you… and she passes by, with her towel slung over her shoulder, totally unconcerned. I look at Professor Wick, and he just shrugs, and says, ‘Penn State’… and he keeps going with the interview like nothing happened.” Ben laughed.

“Did you get onto the research team?”

“I did. Maybe Joanne’s little walk-by had something to do with it. Who knows.” Ben smiled, shaking his head. “That’s just how college is, though. Everyone questions everything, everyone experiments with acting in different ways. Nothing is out of bounds. You’ll see next year. I’m sure University of Washington has the same sort of things happening.”

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The second I arrived home I took my clothes off and took an ice cold shower mainly to calm my caged dick down. I managed to contain myself and stayed away from porn or erotic thoughts so an erection did not distract me from my daily life.

I was hoping to get unlocked as soon as possible and waited until Ella contacted me again.

A week passed with no calls or messages, my patience was at it’s end as my cock needed desperate release.

I texted Ella asking her why she has not contacted me. I expressed my passion for her but my needs take over once she does not step in.

She texted back with the demand that I send a pic of my cock. I sent her a snap of my caged penis to prove that I’m still following her wish.

She responded with a picture of Nathan’s erect cock in her hand with a smiley face. She told me to keep calm and play along, in the end it would be all worth it.

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It was now the second week and I could feel the cage taking it’s mental tole as I was losing sleep due to constant pent-up sexual stress. I texted her that I’m on the verge of breaking the cage because I was losing my damn mind.

I received a video call from her shortly after that had the camera in Nathan’s POV as he was fucking Ella from behind slowly, making me watch it helplessly. Ella held her ass cheeks open with her hands so more light came in for the camera. Nathan deliberately was doing slow deep strokes as my cock strained against the cage from his teasing.

After a few minutes he pulled out and came on Ella’s asshole and cunt closing the call.

Ella texted me right after saying that she has a 1 on 1 session in store for me and i just need to hold on a little longer.

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I gathered my courage and took a firm decision that if not unlocked on my now third week I would take matters in my own hands.

Ella called me and said that we are going to talk things trough before I take further action. I sent her a current photo of my caged cock for evidence of my conviction to her.

“You’re therapy is going so well, I’m so proud of you. I know how hard it is…no pun intended.” Ella giggled. “I can imagine the pain you are experiencing but it’s for your own good, trust me.”

“I need to get out of this cage Ella, you have the key and need to unlock me. I can’t live like this any longer. I’m sorry this is as far as I can escort kocaeli go for you.” I said speaking to Ella for the first time with a tone.

“I will unlock you I promise, but first we need to talk things out. Let’s have a phone therapy session since we are both talking.” Ella suggested.

“Okay fine, what do you want to talk about?” I asked.

“Since me and Nathan have tested and pushed most of your boundaries now the way to proceed is to know what you crave and imagine as new challenges in our relationship. Do you have any creative ideas you would like to share hmm?” Ella asked with a low voice.

“Well I never thought much about it that way. I was always in awe every time you guys dominated me leaving me no time to accept the situation before overwhelming me with the next hot action.” I responded.

“Well how about a fantasy you have? Is there anything you would like to do? Imagine the three of us were naked in a room. Tell me how you would proceed.” She said.

I thought about her question and shared one of my hot fetishes with her. “I have this fantasy…you know how you stroked Nathan’s cock in my face for the first time? Well i would love it if you kept his cock there, got on your knees and blew him while i watched next to you. But that’s not all. I want you to kiss me periodically, switching from his cock to my mouth the entire time, teasing me with a kiss and pulling back to suck his balls and then sticking your tongue down my mouth making me taste it. That would be so hot!”

“So let me get this straight, you want us both on our knees next to each other with a sexy large cock in front of us. A thick long shaved hard cock that is twice the size in length and girth of your small dick. A cock that can fuck me unconscious and give me multiple orgasms while you watch and beg to jerk off. You want me to wrap my lips around it, lick it up and down with my wet tongue, suck the head and worship the balls as you watch right next to me. Then you want me to look at your pathetic sight and give you a kiss just after I had my mouth on another man’s dick. You want to have the taste of a superior alpha passed from my mouth to yours as I go back to take that fat monster deeper in my mouth every time I tackle it. Then the next time I lean in for a kiss I pull back before our lips touch to tease you as I embrace his large scrotum in my mouth pulling one testicle back and letting it go with a pop. kocaeli escort After that I stick my tongue out for you to suck as I jerk the largest cock in the room while we are kissing. You want me to keep doing that until he cums in my mouth, as I kiss you with his cum flowing down your mouth. Is that what you desire you dirty perv?” Ella asked sensually with a calm demeanour.

“Yes…” I said grinding my teeth.

“Tell me what your dick looks like right now.” Ella requested.

As I looked down at my imprisoned penis I spoke into the phone and said “It’s so swollen, my dick is poking out of the free spaces between the bars. It hurts a lot.”

“I like the idea you have, I’ll ask my boyfriend if he will agree to you kissing me extensively. If he agrees I’m on board, but I assume he will make you do something extremely degrading before he grants you your wish of second hand cock worship.” Ella jested.

“Now that you shared your thoughts with me I will give you a reward for your honesty.” I heard Ella walking as her heels made noises trough the phone.

“I want you to shut your mouth and listen.” Ella ordered me.

All of the sudden soft licking and sucking sounds came from her side. I immediately realised she was giving Nathan a blowjob for me to listen to on the phone. I was listening closely as the noise picked up but was halted after 2 minutes of sucking.

“Can you guess what I’m doing? Ella asked.

” You are sucking Nathan off.” I responded.

“That’s right…I’m worshipping his large manhood. Tell me…are you jerking off right now as I slurp on his cock?” Ella teased me.

“No I can’t, I’m locked up.” I said with anger in my voice.

“Oh that’s right…I forgot hahaha. Well I hope your tiny dick is not in too much pain, I’m just getting started with this thick cock. Enjoy the sound in the mean time.” Ella said laughing at me.

Louder sucking and slurping sounds resumed as I listened to her blowjob parade. She was really putting work into this blowjob. I could hear faint grunts of pleasure coming from her boyfriend.

As the sound again stopped Ella continued her conversation with me. “IF your dicklet was free, would you jerk off to the sound of my felatio?”

“Yes…” I said.

“Imagine if you had a big cock like this all the pleasure I would give you with my mouth. Imagine the feeling of my throat around your massive kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan size.” Ella taunted me.

” Argh, Ella it hurts so much please don’t torture me like this.” I begged as my pain and torment from the cage were taking action.

“Oh fuck, it turns me on when you beg like that. Beg me to swallow his cock. I want you to listen to me choke on my lovers meat. I will give you a time and date next week for the next therapy session if you can stay silent as you listen to me gag on this horse cock.” Ella lustfully said.

I gathered my composure and came to my senses saying “Please goddess take his glorious cock all the way in. I want to hear how a real man fuck’s your mouth. I need you to slobber on his cock and drench it in your sweet spit.” I said passionately.

As I said that my ear was filled with loud gagging and gurgling sounds as I assumed Ella had swallowed Nathan’s entire meat spear. She just kept the music going not letting up as it took my entire willpower to stay silent and endure the pain of the cage.

“Babe I want to fuck you.” I heard Nathan say as the call closed.

I was slightly nauseous from the blood pump in my trapped penis as I rushed to the fridge and got an ice pack to put on my nut sack. Just as I sat in my couch to calm down a video call came in. I decided to cheat a little and keep my dick cold so I would not get a mental breakdown from Ella’s mind games.

I opened the video call and saw Nathan’s saliva covered cock being jerked slowly by both of Ella’s hands. She then dangled the small chain with my chastity key in front of the camera and wrapped it around the base of Nathan’s dick leaving the key rest on his shaved pubic area.

Ella stood up and bent over to show me the most important thing in my life, her amazing pussy and ass. She backed that fat ass up on Nathan’s monster cock and grinded on it as I was watching on my phone. She took it in her hand and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina as she slowly sat on it and worked it inside her. When she reached the base she kept it there and started grinding her hips and twerking, making me lose my shit as that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I pressed the ice pack as hard as I could on my dick but it didn’t help much against something as arousing as this.

Thankfully the feed was cut off, saving me from further genital and mental damage. I could not wait to get this damn cage off. My balls were a deep red and my dick had blue lines on it from pressing against the cage.

A few moments later Ella sent me a snap of the chastity key covered in cum, with a heart emoji attached to it. She also told me to come by on Monday afternoon at their apartment. He last message to me was. “We have so much in store for you XOXO.”

To be continued.

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“Kelsey texted me your naked pics.” Said my friend Kristen, as we walked into the gym together. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“Yay, I know. Those pics have made their way around to everyone’s phone. “I replied. “Who is Kelsey?”

“She is Joe’s cousin. Why were you naked outside in front of a large crowd anyway?” she asked as she stared at the picture of my naked body.

That question of why were we naked in public made me relive that humiliating day again in my head. We made a deal with Victoria that she would delete all naked pictures of Joe from a previous party if he and I did the World Naked Bike Ride. The Ride is an organized environmental protest bike ride around town and all the riders are completely naked. As the race was about to begin, Victoria had invited Joe’s family and coworkers to come to the event to “support us”. We had to stand in front of everyone completely naked. To make things worse, Victoria gave Joe some type of drug that made his blood pressure rise and lose consciousness. He laid naked on the ground as his two sister-in-law and cousin (Kelsey) and 3 female coworkers gawked at his body and took pictures and videos. Joe’s brothers helped Joe walk to the ambulance, thus giving all spectators at the event a clear view of Joe’s body, front and back, and with an erection.

“Long story. Let’s just say we were tricked into it.” I answered, not wanting to talk about it anymore, hoping it would all go away soon.

“You’ve got a nice body, Chris. Cute butt by the way!” added Kristen as she walked towards the ladies’ locker room.

As Kristen walked away, Joe was walking towards me. Joe just started working as a personal trainer at our gym to earn some extra money at night and weekends. He is doing really well as all the women want to train with Joe. Not only is Joe good looking, with a great body but he is the nicest guy. Kristen gave Joe a wicked smile, non-verbally letting Joe know that she saw his pictures too and knows what he looks like naked. Joe gave a half-hearted smile and tried to ignore her.

“Will those pictures ever go away?” I asked Joe as he approached me.

“We have bigger problems.” Joe announced in a panic tone. “Victoria is at it again but this time she is targeted you, Chris. She found out where you worked and did you know her father is the CEO of your company?”

“Wait, what?” I said in astonishment. “Victoria’s father is Gary Adams?”

“Yes!” Joe confirmed. “And now she wants us to waiter at a party she is having at her house this Saturday or she said she will make sure you lose your job.”

I can’t believe this. How could Victoria be making our lives hell again? How can I be the entertainment for her party knowing she is going to humiliate us once again? Joe is so shy, how can I ask him to be humiliated once again for me? I just stared into space and couldn’t say a word. Joe finally broke the silence and asked if I was alright. I thought to myself “how do we break this chain of Victoria’s dominance over us? “I can’t lose my job as I just bought a house and I love my job! I can’t ask you to do this for me.” I said to Joe. “This is my problem.”

“You did it for me and I will do it for you.” Replied Joe buts still had a worried look on his face. I am not sure Joe can handle much more embarrassment. Joe was forced to stand completed naked in front of his mom, aunt, younger female cousin, his two brothers and their wives. Not to mention, three female coworkers in which one is his assistant and a crowd of spectators. Everyone had pictures and videos of Joe and teased him constantly.

“Are you sure Joe? I asked. “Knowing Victoria, this could be bad.” He shook his head yes and we made plans to meet at Victoria’s house at 8:00pm on Saturday.

The days before the party were the most anxious days of my life. I couldn’t sleep as all I could think about was how was Victoria going to humiliate me? I thought about it day and night and if I was thinking about it, I know Joe was too. She has gotten her revenge on Joe so I have a feeling that Saturday is my turn.

At 8:00 on Saturday night, Joe and I met at Victoria’s house. She had a huge house, a gift from her parents as Joe informed me. Victoria has never had to work a day in her life. She greeted us at the door with that diabolical smile on her face. She instructed us our duties, showed us where the bar was, and gave us our uniforms for the evening — a black apron and nothing else. She took us to the pool house and told us to change there. Joe and I stripped out of our clothes but needed to help each other tie the apron around our waist in the back.

As Joe stood before me naked, I marveled at his body. He is bigger than me but not like a body builder. His thin waist and six pack abs makes his chest, back, and shoulders look big. He has nice rounded shoulder muscles that go into a “V” shape into his biceps. He doesn’t have much body hair, just some hair from his belly button down to his pubes. Joe turned around so I could tie the apron around kocaeli escort his waist. Joe is an athlete and has great legs and a round bubble butt. He has a nice tan so his white butt stands out. Joe is a clean cut good looking guy with dark hair with green eyes. He is the type of guy any parent would love their daughter to bring home.

As Joe tied the apron around my waist, I thought about my body. I feel like I have a nice body. I work out 5 to 6 times a week and I love to run and swim. I would say I am more defined than big and muscular. I have a flat stomach and cum gutters (on thin defined guys, the muscle on each side from the hip to the groin area). Both Joe and I are 28 years old. I have nice legs and been told I have a nice shaped butt. Joe has the darker features as I am blonde hair and blue eyed. I also am tan so I have prominent tan lines.

The doorbell rang and the festivities were about to begin. I took a deep breath and answered the door. Standing there were three ladies there, all in their mid to late 30’s. They looked familiar but I couldn’t think of where I knew them from. I smiled and escorted them to the bar. I could hear them laughing at the site of my bare white butt. Basically, Joe and I were naked except the apron covering our privates. We were bare chested and bare assed. I took them to the bar and when Joe looked up, he had a surprised look on his face. The ladies all said Hi to Joe like they knew him and I remembered where I know them from – they all go to our gym and were personal training clients of his.

The ladies couldn’t wait to see Joe’s butt. “Hey Joe, turn around. Let’s see that ass of yours!” said one of the ladies as she literally licked her lips. Joe’s face was already red but now his hands were shaking. He knew they would eventually see his naked butt so he turned around giving them a full view of his ass. The ladies hollered and made suggestive comments about what they would like to do to Joe’s ass. Joe just smiled and kept making their drinks. “Are we going to see the front too?” asked another one of the ladies. “Nope, just the back.” Answered Joe whose voice cracked slightly as he responded, not knowing if that was the correct answer or not.

A few more guests arrived that I didn’t know. They said they were friends of Joe. I made them drinks and the doorbell rang again. My stomach dropped as I opened the door. I was staring at two female coworkers of mine. “Hey Chris” shouted Rachel, one of my peers in my group at work. “Hi Rachel, Hi Lauren. What are you doing here?” It was the only think I could think of saying. I could feel my heart racing as I stared at my coworkers, probably turning red too. “Well, we know Victoria through her father and she invited us. I think there are a few more ladies showing up later.”

“Well, come in and let me get you a drink.” I said as my heart felt like it was pounding through my chest as I knew shortly my ass would be exposed to them. I motioned with my hand for them to go ahead of me but they said “we will follow you to the bar.” Laughter was heard as I stepped in and walked in front of them with my uncovered butt now in their view. “Wow, Chris! Cute ass!” said Lauren, as the two of them snickered. It was embarrassing to have coworkers see your butt but I also knew the evening was going to get worse.

More people were arriving and I was getting more and more nervous. I recognized many of their faces from the gym. I am guessing that many of them are Joe’s clients. My friend Kristen, who already saw all the nude pictures, arrived with a few of her friends. Victoria’s mom and her friend Carol, who already saw Joe naked at Cynthia’s sex toy party, are here. Joe will not like that as they are friends of Joe’s mom. Carol and Sharon have known Joe since he was a little boy.

I hear my name being called and as I turn around, I see my best friend Ryan and his younger sister, Shannon. I have known Ryan all my life and grew up with Shannon who is a few years younger than us. I couldn’t believe they were here. Victoria not only invited ladies from my office but now invited friends of mine to witness my humiliation. “Is it true?” asked Ryan.

“Is what true and why are you guys here?” I questioned.

“Victoria said you and Joe were going to be naked waiters. We are not here to see you. We came to see Joe.” rambled Ryan. “Well, I came to see Joe. Shannon came to see both of you.” Shannon just smiled at me with a look of “I am going to see you naked tonight”. As you might remember from earlier stories, Ryan and I are gay and Ryan has a crush on Joe. “Joe is working the back part of the party, near the bar.” I responded. Ryan and Shannon headed back to ogle Joe’s body but first Shannon took at peek at my rear end and giggled.

Joe’s brother’s wives, Megan and Jennifer, and his cousin, Kelsey who is a senior in college, just arrived. They made a smart comment about “nice seeing me again” referring to the day that saw me naked at the World Naked Bike gölcük escort Ride. Joe is going to freak out when he sees his family here.

Everybody was drinking hard, doing shots, and getting unruly. It was a rowdy crowd and I think Victoria has been filling their heads with scenarios for our humiliation. She reminded Joe and I that we must do whatever she says or any one of her guests say. My heart just sank knowing that she has complete control over us.

I asked Joe if he knew his two sister-in-law were here. He said “Yes. And they also brought two of my other female cousins too, both are freshman in college.” Joe also told me that Victoria invited many people from our gym, many of them are Joe’s clients that he is training. I looked around and recognize the women from our gym. I don’t know them personally but see them on a regular basis.

I am getting more and more anxious. My face has been warm all night, I must be flushed. I have a nauseous feeling in my stomach like I’m going to throw up. My heart was still racing and got worse when I heard Victoria rounding everyone up for the show to begin. I heard Joe say, “oh shit!” I turned my head to see what’s happen. He said, “You remember Jessica, Samantha, and Emily from my office from the Naked Bike Ride. Well, see those girls next to them?” I nodded yes. “They are ALL from my office.” I looked at Joe and said “Your entire office is here?” Joe didn’t speak; he just took a big breath.

The party guests took their seats. The seats were set in a semi-circle, all facing forward like watching a speaker. The guests were all smiling and laughing, knowing what was about to happen. Joe had a solemn look on his face, expressionless. I looked at his hands and they were shaking. I was having trouble catching my breath.

Victoria took center-stage and commanded everyone’s attention. Everybody immediately became quiet waiting for the next direction from their hostess. A bead of sweat fell down my cheek from my brow. Victoria summoned Joe and I to join her up front. As we walked to the front, there were whistles and “cat-calls” as our bare white asses walked by. I am embarrassed by my butt being on display but I know, very soon, everything will be on display.

Joe and I are standing facing the party guest; both of our faces are flushed. For the first time, I realize how many people are here watching. The room is full and I will soon be naked in front of all of them. There is a queasy feeling in my stomach. Joe is still staring blankly into space. It is like he has zoned out. I wish I could do that. Unfortunately, I am well aware of the surroundings, who is here, and what is being said.

I am canvassing the crowd that has been assembled by Victoria. Again, she has accomplished her goal of gathering all the people that would embarrass us the most. Ryan and Shannon are in back, giggling with each other. I know they are mostly interested in what will happen with Joe but they will still witness my chagrin. I look towards the left and see two of my coworkers staring intently at me. They both have smiles on their faces like it is Christmas morning and they are getting ready to open their presents.

Suddenly there are a few new faces next to them. As I focus in on them, there is a lump in my throat and tightness in my chest… it is the office receptionist and MY BOSS. With Victoria’s father the CEO of my company, she knows all the employees that would be most humiliating to me. I can’t believe it. Not only does Joe have most of his office staff here but so do I including two ladies in my division and my boss. My boss will see me naked shortly. How humiliating it will be to be naked in front of them and then have to work with them on Monday

I look away from them and see the people that Victoria gathered to humiliate Joe. There are Joe’s two sisters-in-law and his three female cousins, all of them college aged. The cousins are all knelling in the front row, directly in front of Joe. I am not sure if they have ever seen a guy naked before but they are going to see their 28 year old cousin completely naked soon. Sitting just behind them, are Joe’s mom’s friends, Carol and Sharon, guzzling down their drinks. Standing behind them are Joe’s coworker, Emily, Samantha and Jessica and others. And then all the ladies from the gym, are seated to our left. All in all, the audience is about 25 people, and every eye is focused on the boys wearing the black aprons.

Victoria declares “Chris and Joe are here for our entertainment. Don’t be shy. Shout out suggestions and I encourage audience participation.” The crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. My face is beet red and heart is pounding. I look over and Joe is breathing hard, like he is trying to catch his breath, again looking like he is going to pass out. “The first thing is we need to get these boys naked!” Chills run up and down my body hearing those words.

I close my eyes knowing the humiliation is beginning. Victoria izmit sınırsız escort instructs Joe and I to put our hands on top of our heads. The spectators cheer, getting ready for the unveiling. Victoria takes a few steps to her right and positions herself directly behind me. She grabs the strings of my apron and pulls. The apron falls to the ground and I am completely exposed to the crowd. The onlookers scream, holler and laugh at the site of my cock. I didn’t want to but I looked around. I didn’t move my head, just moved my eyes. I looked at my coworkers and they are laughing and whispering to one another. My boss is expressionless, but staring directly at my dick. Shannon, my best friend’s sister, has her hand over her mouth but staring directly at me.

A shocking feeling goes through your body when you’re exposed. It starts in your chest, like a tightness. It’s hard to breath. Then it’s in your stomach, like a nauseous queasy feeling. Then it travels down your stomach to a tingle feeling in your legs. It feels like they are shaking so bad it is hard to stand up. Crazy things go through your mind, “Am I average size?”, “are they laughing because I’m small?” “how humiliating it would be to get an erection now.” “Or are they laughing because they will always know what I look like naked.”

Now it is Joe’s turn. Victoria is behind him and tugs on his apron strings viciously dropping his apron to the floor. Joe’s cock pops up and his entire body is now fully exposed to the crowd. The noise is the room is deafening with loud screams of laughter and women whistling. Joe just looks straight ahead, not making eye contact with anyone. I look down at his younger cousins and they are laughing hysterically as they are less than 10 feet from Joe’s naked body. Joe’s personal training clients are whistling and ogling his naked body. I am sure they have all fantasized what Joe looks like naked under his gym clothes.

Then there is the group of women from his office. They probably saw the pictures of Joe from the Naked Bike Ride but now are getting the live show. They are all screaming rude comments at their naked office mate. They make a comment that captures Joe’s attention. He breaks out of his daze and looks over at them. When he makes eye contact, the ladies all scream and clap emphasizing the fact that he is naked in front of them. They all know how big Joe’s cock is, how big his balls are, and that he is circumcised, actually they see that we are both circumcised. Joe quickly looks down and tries to take a deep breath.

We continue to stand there, with our hands on our hands, looking out at the crowd that is gawking at our bodies. This is bringing back the bad memories from Steven’s party where both Joe and I were naked in front of his party guests. This is worse because of the people at this party. It is humiliating to be naked in front of friends and coworkers, people you see regularly. I can’t imagine how Joe feels being naked again in front of his female family members. His cousins have not stopped laughing at Joe’s humiliation while his Megan and Jennifer, his brother’s wives, continue taking videos.

Victoria tells us to shake it for the crowd. Joe and I wiggle our hips back and forth, making our cocks bounce around. Loud burst of laughter echo in the room as we bounce our dicks around for the ladies to enjoy. Victoria instructs us to turn around and give the rear view. Joe and I turn around with our butts towards the audience giving a full unobstructed view of our asses. Again, more hollers and obscene comments come from the rowdy crowd. The view of our butts gives someone an idea. “I think the bad boys need a good spanking!” yells someone from the crowd.

“I think you’re right!” proclaims Victoria. “Joe is first. Who wants to give Joe his spanking?”

“I will do it.” Says Carol, Joe’s mom friend who is probably in her 60’s. A look of horror crossed Joe’s face, either thinking about being spanked in front of the party guests or that his mom’s friend, who has known him all his life, will spank his naked butt. The crowd roars in laughter as Carol walked towards the front of the room. A chair is placed; front and center, and Carol puts down her Manhattan cocktail to free up both hands.

Victoria stares into Joe’s eyes and says “time for your spanking, Joseph!” Joe bows his head and turns towards Carol who is seated in the chair now. Carol turns her head towards Joe and is eye level with Joe’s cock. Carol takes a moment to enjoy her up close view of Joe’s package. Joe can’t believe that he mom’s friend is leering at his body like she is. She pats her lap instructing Joe to lay over her lap for his smacks.

“Do I have to lay over her lap?” pleads Joe. “Can’t I stand beside her and she can paddle me?”

“No! You must lay across her lap.” quickly answers Victoria as she pushed down on Joe’s back guiding him towards Carol’s lap. Joe bends down and lays across Carol lap with his naked butt inches from Carol’s face. It’s a good thing Joe has a nice bubble butt which everyone in the audience is admiring. I hear Carol say to Joe, “This spanking is what your mom should be doing to you parading around your naked body in front of everyone. You should be ashamed of yourself Joseph Michael!” Joe didn’t say anything but I knew he was ashamed. How did we get ourselves into this mess?

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Stevie was sitting at her office desk, struggling with a long and technical article about a diabetes drug when the email from Roger dropped into her inbox.

Her job as a journalist for a medical publishing company had its interesting moments, but there were plenty of days like today when she had trouble making a dry subject sound fresh and interesting.

The email from Roger changed all that in an instant.

“I’m in town tonight. I think it’s time we had one of our special evenings,” he wrote. “I’ve booked a table at L’Amore for seven thirty. Can you make it?”

Her favourite Italian restaurant, and her favourite man. The perfect way to wind down after an intense day’s work.

Roger lived interstate and visited Sydney for business meetings every month or so. She always looked forward to his visits. Every evening they spent together was wonderful. But when he planned it in advance, Stevie knew it would really be a night to remember.

“I’d love to.” She tapped back.” Can I meet you there, only I have a six thirty appointment?”

“Great,” he replied. “And Sweetie, I want you to do something special for me. Don’t wear any panties. I have plans for you tonight.”

Stevie always loved it when she knew he’d planned their evening’s erotic activities in advance. She smiled, and wriggled in her seat, then quickly glanced around the busy office to make sure no one was looking at her screen.

Roger had often asked her to go without panties when they went out. He liked the thought of her bareness against the chair and the ease with which he could slip his hand under her skirt and caress her when no one was looking. He knew it made her feel vulnerable, especially when the wind threatened to lift her skirt.

She decided to give herself an early mark so she’d have time to relax and prepare. Her six thirty appointment was with the local beautician — to have her Brazilian and eyebrows done — and the restaurant was nearby, only a short walk.

She caught the ferry home, enjoying the cool, fresh air and the late afternoon sun dancing off the harbour. The ferry passed under the Harbour Bridge, its massive frame casting black shadows across the bright water. When she arrived home her flat was cold. She switched on the heating and ran herself a warm bath. By the time she’d finished her bath, the house would be pleasantly cosy.

The warm water swirled around her and the tensions of the day seeped out of her. She wondered what Roger had planned for the evening. It gave her a delicious thrill, anticipating the unknown and probably challenging events he was cooking up. He took a fiendish delight in pushing her just a bit further than she was comfortable going.

She felt so lucky to have found a man who took the trouble to make their relationship fun and interesting. And she was only too happy to respond by looking her best and dressing in clothes she knew he liked her to wear.

As the steam wafted up and frosted the mirror, and her fingertips started to wrinkle, she worked out in her head what she was going to wear.

The bedroom was warm when she returned, pink-skinned and wrapped in a towel, and, on a whim, she slipped quickly between the sheets. She loved the feeling of crisp cotton sheets on her bath-fresh skin. She only planned to lie down for a minute but the warm bath had made her drowsy and she drifted off to sleep.

She awoke with a start. The bedside clock read 6.20 pm. She shot up. Her appointment was in ten minutes! That gave her only five minutes to dress and five to walk there. Damn!

She pulled out the V-necked black silk jersey button-front dress, her dark red suede heels and her dark red overcoat. Feeling a bit flustered, she quickly hooked up a sheer black bra, stepped into matching panties and put on black onyx tear-drop earrings.

She ran into the bathroom but realised she’d run out of time to put on makeup and perfume. So she quickly straightened her hair, grabbed her lipstick, mascara and foundation and tipped them into her shoulder bag.

Her brisk walk to the beautician took her up the road that ran beside the northern approach to the Harbour Bridge.

She arrived only a minute late.

The beautician’s receptionist met her with a broad smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” she panted.

“You’re fine Stevie,” take a seat. “Pearl is doing your Brazilian and eyebrows this evening. She’s just getting the room ready.”

Stevie didn’t know Pearl, but she knew that all the beauticians at the salon were very professional.

A petite black woman walked out of the treatment room.

“You must be Stevie,” she said with a warm smile.

Stevie nodded and walked ahead of her into the treatment room.

“Gosh,” said Pearl, “I couldn’t help noticing your shoes. They are just gorgeous!”

While Pearl waited outside, Stevie undressed, put on the robe, and lay down on the treatment table. She always felt a bit anxious about having a Brazilian. At Roger’s request she’d been having them regularly for the last 18 months. But the kocaeli escort pain of having her pubic hair ripped out by the roots was often enough to bring tears to her eyes.

It was worth it though, to see the ecstatic look on Roger’s face when, as he often did, he nonchalantly slid his hand under her panties and discovered the smooth softness of a newly done Brazilian.

Pearl knocked and came in. They discussed how Stevie liked her Brazilian done — everything off — and Pearl swung the lamp over the area, switched on some gentle classical music and went to work.

“Are you going somewhere special tonight?” Pearl asked, as she buttered Stevie with the hot wax.

“Oh, just out to dinner with my boyfriend.” They chatted about the restaurant and what Stevie liked to eat there.

“You looked great in those shoes,” said Pearl and ripped the first strip of wax off.

Stevie took a quick breath as Pearl pressed gently on the area to help ease the pain. She tried to focus on the music.

Pearl applied the next piece of wax and tapped it with a fingernail, testing its hardness. She pressed gently on one side of Stevie’s labia and quickly tore off the wax, pressing down gently again, this time right over Stevie’s clitoris.

The two women talked about shoes — a love they discovered they had in common — as Pearl worked. Stevie could just make out her beautiful dark face in the darkness beyond the brightness of the lamp.

Pearl was making this Brazilian easy with her skilful work, constant chatter and the way she pressed down gently afterwards, distracting Stevie from the pain.

Stevie began to relax and even looked forward to the contrast between the sharp pain followed by the gentle pressure, usually right over her sensitive spot.

As Pearl drew the light in closer and finished off plucking the stray pubic hairs with tweezers, her other hand rested casually across Stevie’s clitoris.

Stevie realised with a little shock that Pearl’s technique was doing more than distracting her from the pain — it was beginning to arouse her. She hoped that Pearl would finish up before this became embarrassingly evident.

Finally Pearl was happy with her work and she had Stevie hop off the table while she rearranged it to do her eyebrows.

The music switched to a smoky jazz tune which seemed to swirl around the little room.

Pearl applied the wax under Stevie’s eyebrows and skilfully tore it off, pressing firmly on the area afterwards. Stevie looked up at Pearl’s face, close enough now that she could catch the warmth of the beautician’s breath and a faint waft of perfume — gardenia with a spicy undertone. She could see the woman’s beautiful dark eyes shining beyond the lamp as she focussed intently on her work.

Out came the tweezers to complete the job. Again, Pearl’s touch was gentle but skilful. Stevie noticed how small and light her hands were compared to a man’s hands and she found herself wondering how different a woman’s body would feel compared to a man’s.

All too soon, it seemed, Pearl was handing her a mirror to check her eyebrow shape and Stevie was nodding thank you and sitting up.

Before finishing off, Pearl wiped some moisturiser over the eyebrow area.

“Wow! You do look good!” Pearl declared and smiled warmly. Then Stevie was taken by surprise as Pearl quickly leaned forward and placed a tiny, fleeting kiss right on her lips.

“Take your time getting dressed,” she said, and left Stevie alone.

Stevie put on her dress, coat and shoes, and then used the mirror on the back of the door to apply her makeup. It gave her time to compose herself. “Did that really just happen?” She asked herself.

She’d had no time to apply perfume before she left home but she noticed a bottle on the shelf next to the wax pot. She gave it a sniff. She recognised it as the one Pearl wore, and helped herself to a couple of sprays.

She had every intention of leaving her panties off, as directed by Roger — but in her slightly bemused state, she totally forgot.

Pearl wasn’t at the receptionist’s desk when she emerged — unusual because the beauticians normally waited there for their tip. Stevie was surprised to feel a tinge of regret, but she paid the receptionist and walked out into the cool darkness of the evening.

She strolled towards the restaurant which was three blocks away, down near the water’s edge, beside the Harbour Bridge.

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Stevie had lived in Sydney, in a flat almost under the pylons of this giant bridge for all of her adult life.

Some people found the towering bridge to be an oppressive presence but because of her long familiarity with its shapes, sounds and smells it was actually comforting to her. Its permanence and solidity had framed her life.

It divided her world into sections. She woke up in her flat at one end of the bridge and went to work near the other. She lived close by one set of pylons and walked underneath them to buy coffee, pick up kocaeli rus escort her dry cleaning — and to dine out with Roger at L’Amore.

The bridge roared with life at this time of night as the evening peak hour traffic thundered across it far above her head. But beneath her feet the grassy parkland was cool and deserted. The openness of the space meant crossing the park at night felt safe to Stevie, even when she was alone.

Walking under the bridge tonight on her way to see Roger again made her feel like she was almost weightless, practically gliding through the air. She wondered if the vast structure with its ten lanes of traffic and rumbling trains had its own gravitational force that might somehow counteract the earth’s.

Or could it be the anticipation of meeting her lover, coupled with the lingering after-effects of her visit to the beautician?

As she glided across the grass, the wind licked at her long dark hair and played with the hem of her dress. She wrapped her coat around herself and smiled. So far it was an evening when everything seemed to be conspiring to make her feel like it was great to be alive.

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After the still darkness of the park, the restaurant was bright and full of life. Stevie saw Roger watching her as she walked down the steps to the reception desk, her high heels clicking on the marble tiles.

Other diners turned to watch her descend. She felt confident that she looked attractive and so their glances made her feel accepted, comfortable.

As she took off her coat, Roger rose smiling to greet her. Her heart leapt to be with him again. He hugged her and leaned in to kiss her warmly — a demonstration of appreciation that included a casual stroke down her back and over her thighs. On its way down, his hand paused over the slight indent of her panty line.

She stiffened suddenly, realising her mistake.

“I-I’m sorry!” she stammered.

“Don’t be sorry, My Sweet. Just go to the restroom and take them off. Here, let me take your coat and bag. And, while you’re there,” he added, “take off your bra as well.”

“My bra too?”

“That’s right. And carry them back to me in your hand.” He smiled as he spoke, but she could tell by his tone that he expected her to comply without delay.

The restroom was back up the steps, near the door. Mortified, Stevie headed up there. Going without panties was one thing but she found the idea of going braless in public considerably more challenging.

Stevie’s breasts were compact and well shaped, but she was conscious that without a bra they wobbled as she walked and she worried that on this cool night, her hard nipples would make her bralessness embarrassingly obvious.

In the cubicle she unbuttoned her dress and hung it on the back of the door. She unhooked her bra and ran her hands over her breasts.

Undressing reminded her of her recent experience at the beautician. She took off her panties and felt the soft, smooth, hairless skin beneath.

Then she put her black silk jersey dress back on and buttoned it up. The dress came down to just below her knees but it felt so strange without a bra. On the way out she checked her appearance in the restroom mirror.

God, it was so obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. And she was going to walk down those steps, in front of the whole restaurant with her bra and panties in her hand! She felt weak with fear.

She could refuse of course. But it was a challenge, and as fearful as it made her feel, she was secretly excited by the idea of being so nearly naked in a public place.

She took a deep breath, screwed the bra and panties up as small as she could and held them in one hand which she held behind her back as she pushed open the restroom door and turned to descend the stairs.

Five minutes ago, Stevie, a confident, well-dressed woman walked proudly down those steps to meet her lover. People had noticed her then. What would they think of her now?

It seemed to happen in slow motion. And with every step she could feel her breasts moving against the fabric of her dress. She went red in the face as she noticed people glancing up from their meals. God she felt like a sordid cabaret act! What must they think of her, arriving with a bra on, then reappearing a few minutes later carrying it?

She reached the bottom of the steps and wove her way between the tables. She was sure she heard a voice to one side mutter “nice ones'” but she kept on staring straight ahead at Roger who had turned in his seat and was grinning broadly, obviously completely delighted by the spectacle.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked when she was finally seated.

“Would I ever!” Stevie replied.

Roger poured her a glass of wine, then waited expectantly. “You have something for me I believe?”

Stevie reached out the hand holding her underwear under the table, hoping to give it to him discreetly. But at the moment it changed hands, the waiter stepped up to take izmit ucuz escort their order, bumping Roger’s arm.

Stevie cringed as the offending items tumbled out of his grip onto the floor in plain view.

The two men had a little chuckle about it before Roger quickly scooped them up and put them in his pocket.

Stevie hid behind the menu, turning several shades of red and wishing she could die.

Even Roger seemed embarrassed now.

“I’ll come back in a minute.” said the waiter.

After only a few minutes of calm and reassuringly normal conversation Roger had his next request ready.

“I think you should undo some of those buttons.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, that’s the great advantage of a dress with buttons down the front, you can go from demure to hot just by undoing a few buttons.”

“Don’t I look hot enough without a bra?”

“You look incredible without a bra, but humour me, undo the two top buttons.”

Stevie looked around to make sure no one was looking directly at her, then quickly unbuttoned as requested. The dress had a V-neck and the lack of buttons widened and deepened the V.

Roger could now enjoy a view of the inside edges of her breasts, a view which stopped only millimetres short of Stevie’s nipples.

“Oh, that is just amazing.” he said, “Just don’t lean forward too far or the whole restaurant will enjoy an unexpected treat.”

At that moment the waiter reappeared. He kept a straight face and tried not to look in Stevie’s direction as he took their orders, but failed.

Roger ordered the osso bucco and Stevie chose seafood pasta.

“Now, just one more thing,” Roger said after the waiter had gone.

“Roger! What else can I possibly do? This is so rude, and-and …”

“…and what?” Asked Roger.

“…and I’m feeling so hot, I won’t have any appetite for dinner.”

“So, it turns you on does it, to sit here in a smart restaurant, with no underwear and flaunting your cleavage?”

“I can’t help it,” pleaded Stevie, “You’re doing this to me on purpose!”

He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Yes I am. I must admit, it’s all I can do not to pull you across the table and ravish you right now. But, there’ll be time enough later.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” he whispered, “When we get back to your place I’m going to push your legs apart, wide apart and tease you with my tongue long and slow… until eventually you’ll beg for me to stop pleasuring you and I’ll cruelly ignore your pleas as you shudder and gasp with orgasm after orgasm.”

Stevie felt her legs weaken and her breath become ragged. She squirmed in her seat. “You’re going to do that?”

“Oh, that’s just a taste of what I’ve got planned for you, but in the meantime I want you to take that napkin and put it on your lap. Good girl.”

“Now, put one hand underneath it and undo the three bottom buttons of your dress.”

“Three? But it will be open right up to my crotch!”

“Don’t worry the napkin will hide it.”

Stevie hesitated. If this went on, soon she’d be as good as naked.

Roger stared at her. He really meant it.

She looked straight at him, held the napkin steady on her lap and then reached under and undid one, two, three buttons. The dress parted, and now only the napkin was hiding her modesty.

“Good girl, that’s just wonderful.”

Their meals arrived and the waiter returned with cracked pepper.

“Buon appetito!”

“Thank you,” replied Roger

“Now, before you start your meal, Stevie, the final coup de gras. Then I promise I’ll leave you alone to enjoy your dinner.”

“What more could I possibly do?”

“With those buttons undone you should be able to hitch up the back of your dress, the part you’re sitting on…so that your bare bottom is in contact with the chair.”

Stevie shook her head.

“It would give me great pleasure if you would oblige me in this,” he said with unexpected formality.

Stevie shook her head once more, this time in resignation, then lifted herself slightly off the chair and pulled up the dress.

The timber of the chair felt cool and smooth against her skin.

She couldn’t lean forward, stand up or even remove the napkin from her lap without incurring disaster. She was quivering with desire and the she could feel the chair seat starting to become slippery with her juices. And now she was supposed to enjoy her meal!

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By the time they finished dinner, paid the bill and headed back to her place, Stevie was feeling so hot she was weak at the knees. Roger had allowed her to do up the buttons on her dress but insisted the bra and panties stayed off. With her dark red overcoat wrapped around her, she didn’t feel quite so vulnerable and they set off to walk back under the bridge and then along a boardwalk by the harbour’s edge.

The boardwalk rambled up and down hugging the cliff edge with wooden planks interspersed with metal staircases. On one side was the darkness of the harbour reflecting the lights of the city and harbour bridge. Little waves broke up the lights into a million brilliant mosaic patterns, a view that never failed to captivate Stevie.

She leaned in towards Roger as they walked, enjoying his warmth and strength and the beauty of the night.

Then, at the top of a small flight of steps Roger stopped.

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Fresh out of the shower, I laid my damp towel on our bed and sat on it. With my semi rigid dick automatically in my hand, I watched my sexy Sue pick out her three bits of clothes to wear tonight. She stood at the edge of our bed wearing just a bright yellow towel wrapped loosely around her. It covered the tips of her tits down to barely below her freshly shaven, tempting twat. Her beautiful labia invited me to taste them each time her movements revealed them to me. After sucking down my drivel, I addressed my beautiful, sometimes shameless wife as she stripped away the towel. She wondered why I wasn’t right there helping with her special bra and turned to catch me staring at her fascinating ass while slowly rubbing my stiffening cock. Hmmmm! After I helped her squeeze into her white, strapless bra by wedging my knee against her naked back then burying my impatient prick in her ass raphe, she carefully rearranged her tit flesh inside the tiny bra and stiffly slid the new dress over her head.

“Honey, that beige dress is so short, it will give you lots of chances to show off your great legs and probably more. For a change, the strapless top, despite being so low it looks like your nipples are almost out, should be secure. It’s so tight, I see the bulging, bloodless skin line along the top, yet somehow your tiny tits are offering a delicious, tempting yard of cleavage. I’m impressed.”

“Well, the cleavage is created by the shape shifting bra and enhanced by darkening in there with shadow. It’s a popular trick though the top is painfully tight. I may have to loosen it to keep breathing. I hope you won’t mind?!” She grinned knowingly at me. “As for the skirt part, I want to tease and then MAYBE show off my new silk panty. I think it is so special! I had to special order it to get something extremely thin and so lightweight that I can’t even feel it when I wear it.” She held it up with her hand inside. With a twinkle in her eyes and a thin, broad smile, “See? They really are not transparent, just a bit translucent. Daring, not slutty even if they are fully exposed – which they will NOT be tonight!” Yeah, right!

I’m very sure that isn’t true. In fact, the crotch was cut much more narrow than her usual bikini. It was so narrow I had my doubts that, even in the best case, it could cover her lips. The legs had no elastic, presumably to prevent creases that would betray its existence. Fortunately, the waist did have elastic or it could not stay on her trim body. I could easily imagine the non-gusset easily slide to either side of her lips and leave her pussy exposed to all eyes. My dick pulsed. If, no when, her labia swelled, I wondered if the legs would slide off her lusty mound or slip between her lips, deep into her sweet crack. Pulse again! It’s likely the whole thing would keep dropping an inch or so and leave a viewable gap between it and her swollen, wet lips. Pulse, pulse, pul . . . “STOP that! You can play with your weapon later.”

Later finally came when a dozen couples arrived for a semi formal celebration of Steve’s promotion. We only knew half of them, but his stunningly gorgeous wife, Laura, was with him. We shared a brief, moist kiss. Though I’d lovingly penetrated every hole in her body several times before, my dick still jumps to full attention every time I see her. Flattered and still denying she was all that hot, she pointed at my tented slacks and whispered, “Down boy! Maybe I’ll give you a hand later.” Then she pressed her palm against mini-me. I sighed, moaned and tried to keep my knees from buckling.

Steve gave Sue a long, wet, lingering kiss as she lifted a knee against him. The short, pleated dress lifted another inch which gave a clear view of all her thigh and an inch of well-rounded ass cheek. Steve slid his hand under the dress and stroked her soft ass as we all watched. She was off to a quick show even before having any drinks to blame. “Is she commando?” Laura asked. “In THAT dress?” I described the special order panty and how light is was and so very hard to detect. Steve craned his neck to look down her low top and even twisted a finger inside her bra. It didn’t budge or flex at all.

Confidently, even proudly, I answered, “Sue didn’t mention the loose silk weave it was made of, but I saw how much more than translucent is was. More than she knows, or chooses to know.” I couldn’t see the edging for the legs, but I was a few feet away this time. With her leg bent, the sheer panty would be pulled snuggly around her bare, smooth mound.

When Lou and milky Bev arrived, Sue kissed Bev deeply before repeating her sexy kiss and display with Lou. He too found her ‘bare’ ass and lifted the back of her dress higher while Frenching her. Bev came to me and quickly wrapped her tongue around mine. We shared a long, wet kiss as Laura watched a bit jealously. I slipped my hand under Bev’s short skirt and under izmit escort her bikini panty. After enjoying her firm/soft cheek, I wrapped my finger around her front and pushed into the foyer of her already wet pussy. She lifted a knee to allow me deeper access and slid her hand into my slacks. Laura watched the passion build and wondered aloud if she had been too conservative. Bev had her hand around my bare, stiff cock. I groaned and kissed down her neck, she hissed. With my teeth, I pulled her low V-neck shirt over one boob and turned her back to the room, bared tit to me.

Lou was still sucking Sue’s tongue, but both hands were under her ass and her legs were around his waist. His hands covered and split her cheeks apart. How could we all be seeing her ass crack if her panty wasn’t fully transparent? People were whispering and pointing at Sue’s naked ass. Too late to block her, I reached in and scooped out Bev’s big, still milky tit. Laura stood against me, mesmerized by Bev’s big, perfect, leaky nipple as I sucked it into my thirsty mouth and drank again from her intoxicating, musty milk fount. Laura opened Bev’s bra and briefly suckled her other nipple. She giggled and took another taste. Bev moaned. After another minute of publically sharing thin milk, we repackaged Bev’s big boobs and turned to see Sue sucking face with our neighbor Mario.

“I take it you’ve sucked milk from these beautiful, firm, tall, tasty and absolutely perfect nipples? I’m so jealous!” As she licked her lips, I confirmed that since our MILKY MILF night, Bev has come by many times with and without Lou to supply milk for coffee or simple suckling and frequent three ways. He fucks Sue at will at work too with my awareness and consent.

“Laura, my love, you have nothing at all to be jealous about. Stay innocent and ignore my raving of how stunningly beautiful you are – face, body, mind and spirit. Just remember that I sincerely believe all that AND . . . I’m not the only one!” Before Laura could leap into my arms for a deep, wet kiss, Maria came to me, looked over the two beautiful women leaning against me and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips and tongues met and reminded me how sensual a kisser she was. Laura and Bev watched a moment, but when Maria wrapped her arms around my neck, they both giggled and lifted Maria’s shirt and bra to her neck. Though now exposed to some, Maria ignored their antics, left her top up and continued to kiss me as the women sucked her tits. I’m loving this party, though I only still know only half the people here!

When Maria broke her kiss, it was the women who pulled her top back down – after pinching her nipples. I lifted one side up again and took a handful of beautiful boob before kissing and sucking it. “I wasn’t going to miss out on this sweet thing!” I grinned. I put her top back down and ran to our bedroom. All three shortly followed. Pointing at the bed, I said “As I suspected, there it is. Look at its gossamer beauty. Its skin tone would make it hard to see even if she WERE wearing it. She left it to the last minute to put on so it wouldn’t wrinkle and must have been distracted. Hmmmm, remember the tale of the Emperor’s New Clothes? Well my Empress is showing off her beautiful new panty that she isn’t wearing. I don’t think I’ll tell her since it’s likely she’d rather show her pussy instead of the panty. Let’s go watch.”

When we got to the living room, we saw Sue serving everyone in turn an appetizer. As she stepped between every other person on the sofas, she bent with straight legs so her pleated skirt climbed slowly up, up past her toned thighs, across her bare ass cheeks, up past the small indent for her ass hole. And there it was! My wife’s denuded bearded clam was completely, brightly, shamelessly, lustily displayed to the other half of the room. Most of the party had moved to or behind the opposing sofa to stare at my wife’s naked, swollen, damp labia. Expressions varied from mouth-covered, to fingers pointing (some twisting in mid air) to lip lapping while others took photos. Laura went to warn Sue, but I held her back. “Let her have her fun. See how wet her pussy is? She’s loving the exposure.”

When she got to the third couple on the sofa, she ‘dropped’ a napkin. With barely an ‘oops’, she slowly bent all the way to the floor, legs still straight, and let her dress climb to her waist so all her sweet ass was also exposed. A female hand slid up her thigh, ‘to steady’ her. It was quickly joined by two male hands that went over her shapely, rounded cheeks. She didn’t object. After a prolonged hunt for the napkin, she stood tall then went to the facing sofa and continued serving. The crowd behind that sofa moved behind the other one. When she served the second couple, she again ‘dropped’ a napkin and bent over for another show. There was no hesitation for the ten hands to slide up her dress and over her ass so it and her wet mound were again exposed. This time someone cupped kocaeli ucuz escort her mound; I think it was Steve. Laura agreed and slipped her hand into my slacks, saying “Meat for the goose is meat for the gander!” She wrapped her hand around my bare, stiff cock and gently rubbed it. The room was very quiet.

Sue stood and straddled the leg of the last person on the sofa. With her legs spread and her pussy ‘unknowingly’ exposed, Maria slid up her tensed thighs and held her pussy. Everyone seated could see up her snatch to the narrow fuzzy strip above it. The rest subtly dropped utensils or just bent brazenly for a better look. FINALLY noticing everyone looking at her groin, she smiled and said proudly, “It’s about time you noticed my beautiful, custom, unique, gossamer silk panty! You see how smooth it is and so light I hardly know I’m wearing it.” She pinched the bottom hem at the sides and lifted her dress to her hips so she could show off her special panty. “There, you see how they don’t even hold a wrinkle? They are supposed to look like I’m nude. By the tents on the men, I guess I fooled you! HA! Though I’m sure many men are inspired and aroused by the sight of thin panties alone and the camel toes they produce. These are so loose, there is no camel toe. Sawwry guys!”

She held the dress a bit higher and walked close to one sofa then the other one to show off her custom panty. As she walked, her small pubic patch and even her navel were visible. She beamed. She looked so proud of her special purchase. When she had completed her tour of all the seating, I cheekily called out “Honey, not all of us can see them, especially from any distance since they blend so well into you. Why don’t you stand on a chair, or better two, so we can all admire them? Lou, help her up.” She’s always up for a dare. Laura elbowed me.

Two sturdy chairs quickly appeared at the edge of the room and the coffee table was moved aside. As Lou helped her step up onto the chair, her pussy appeared and gaped open for a few of us. The sweet, sticky ooze yielded abruptly and a low ‘smack’ signaled the parting of her labia. Lou nudged one foot to the second chair about a foot away so her feet were more than two feet apart. With her legs spread wide, I suggested that she just take off her dress so we could all admire her new silk garment easily. “You can leave the bra on if you like, but most of us have already seen you completely naked several times.” Sucking her finger like a child, she thought about it as she scanned the spectators.

“I don’t know why you want to see my panty again, but if I’m raising the stakes, I want every man here to lose his pants before I lose my dress. It’s only fair.” Four couples left, not knowing where this would end up, or maybe because they did. “And you ladies are losing your dresses next!” Four more men were dragged out of the party. The rest of us had quick help taking our pants off. I had three women drag mine off, then the briefs followed. My stiff cock pointed straight out under my polo shirt and Maria shared it with Laura. I looked around and confirmed that all the women left had already had their fingers and mouths in Sue’s pussy. In fact, so had all the men, in addition to their cocks. I think Sue would have liked one new couple to stay and play.

Sue briefly watched MY women handle and honor my straight, stiff cock. Maria dropped to her knees and licked my bishop as Laura and Bev fed it to her. They unzipped Maria’s top and slid the straps down her arms. Though the only ‘stranger’ to her, Bev unhooked Maria’s bra and helped it fall away. Bev and Laura pinched and bit Maria’s nipples on her beautiful, weighty tits. With all the men pantless and two dicks pointing stiffly out of their boxer slots, Sue asked Lou to pull her dress off. She raised it to her waist, again exposing her naked groin, and bent over so Lou could tug it off. Once off, she smiled proudly and spread her arms. The three men gathered close to her and felt up her thighs.

She bent over again, wiggled her hips and twisted a bit so her tempting ass flexed for us. She stayed bent over even when fingers spread her wet labia to expose her beautiful pinkness to the room. Was she still deluded about wearing her panty? Two, then two other fingers slid past her greased cunt. When two fingers evacuated, two female fingers replaced them. Maria had stepped over for a closer look and scent. The wet fingers found her small hole and circled it. Maria tasted Sue from her fingers; Mario did the same. They were the least familiar with Sue’s taste and beautiful puda. In the next moment, Sue wondered if her new panty were already torn since fingers got inside her so easily. Pleasantly distracted by fingering fools, she didn’t dwell on the question for long. I saw Steve spread her ass apart and easily slide a finger then two into Sue’s willing ass. She quickly started gasping and shaking.

Maria came darıca escort back to me and knelt with Laura who had my throbbing cock in her throat and her nose in my pubes. Bev knelt next to her and shared my meat while the three undressed each other. One by one, they stood to strip off their dresses and panties. One by one they exposed their glorious naked bodies and finally removed the last of my clothes. Sue shuddered in climax, but the three horny men didn’t let her recover. Lou and Steve stripped while Sue watched. We’re always impressed with Lou’s big, thick, swinging stick. Mario stared at his naked wife as he stripped all his clothes off.

Steve laid on some clothes on the coffee table and Sue was placed on him in reverse cowboy position. She guided his modest cock into her steamy snatch and hissed as it slid in. She bounded and twitched on it several times before Steve lifted her by her hips and pushed her away a few inches. The others removed her bra, finally letting blood flow to her tits, and Steve lined up his greased pole with her ass hole. She dropped on it hard and he lurched. He guided her up and she slid down his rod. They both groaned. He slid his hands up to both tits and pulled her onto his chest while firmly pinching her perfect, tasty nipples. Lou draped her slim and sexy legs outside Steve’s, opening her beautiful, puffy pussy wide and slid his big cock directly, swiftly into her with just a few frictional stutters. She howled at the intensity of two stiff cocks in her at once. Mario pulled her head back and roughly stuffed his cock into her last big hole, her gasping mouth.

Bev stood by me as Laura dreamily sucked me and I pinched Maria’s nipples or let her suck my fingers. I tasted Sue on her fingers then lapped Bev’s milky food bank. Her hot, swollen, humid, blonde pussy was next to my hand and I wanted to explore it again. I remembered the deepness of her folds and the luxurious, pliant textures inside and her very large clit button. Lusty sight unseen, I opened her clit hood and nudged her clit to full alertness. She squealed then moaned. I wanted to make all of these beauties cum and feel their hot pussies with my mouth and my cock. Was that too much to ask? Didn’t matter!

I felt like the inverse of my wife. HER three holes were filled, and I was filling three holes. Maria put my hand back on her tits and wrapped herself around my leg. She stroked my hairy legs and ass then worked her fingers into my butt raphe. Too many distractions at once . . . gasping . . . yet I saw her push two fingers into her wet cunt. I focused on Bev’s inviting pussy since it seemed Maria was going to get herself off.

Instead, Maria took her snatch-soaked fingers and, as Laura held my cheeks apart, snaked both fingers into my receptive rear hole. Just as I titillated Bev’s G-spot, Maria found my prostate and milked it firmly. I gasped and futilely tried to delay my eruption. With my first spasm, I rudely pulled Laura’s incredibly beautiful face against my pubes, sent my hand tremors directly into Bev’s swollen G which made her erupt in a loud, shuddering orgasm and soak my hand. I instantly unloaded deep into Laura’s maculate, warm, tight throat. When my vision returned several seconds later, I saw Bev on the floor on her back gleaming and still twitching; Laura was still staring blissfully up at me while small drops of my cream covered her lips and chin – I loved her even more, this paragon of perfection, when she happily catered to my will.

Maria had extracted her fingers from deep in my ass and was about to kiss Laura. She shocked me when she licked Laura’s face clean, then deeply kissed her. She licked her teeth and they tangled tongues as we watched. I drooled again. I still wanted to make them both cum hard – especially my sweet paradox, the ingenuous seductress that was gorgeous Laura. I have to believe in polyamory since I’m in love with three women and in deep like with several others.

When I looked over at my wife, I saw Lou on his side on the floor, his cock spent and dripping; Mario gasping and holding his wilted dick; Steve still under Sue and pinching her hard nipples; Sue twitching and shuddering, her ass still impaled on Steve’s cock, cum oozing from her stretched and reddened pussy, joining the cum running down Steve’s stump from her ass. Lou staggered to stand then walked to her cum-covered face and fed her his wet dick. She sucked his thick, soft noodle to its base until it grew stiff again. In just seconds, he was ready to fill her mouth with his thick cream. She kept the tip of his cock close to her face and we watched him pump two more spurts of cum into her.

While we men needed a few minutes to recover, the women kept themselves primed and entertained. Gorgeous cherub Laura crawled to Sue and licked her pussy clean of Lou’s sperm. Sue twitched and spasmed just four times before screaming in orgasm again and draining her nectar in Laura’s mouth. As I caught my breath, I knew I couldn’t cum four more times in the next hours, yet I hoped to feel all four of my favorite cunts squeeze my greedy cock. Maria introduced her tongue to the depths of Bev’s wet pussy and Sue rolled off Steve and onto the floor. He rolled on top of her and parked his soft, soggy tool into the recesses of her cheeks before nodding off.

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Author’s Note: This has been intentionally written to work as a stand-alone story, as I know many prefer one-shots. However, it is also the fourth chapter of my ‘Adventures in Teenage Hormones’ series, so if you like it feel free to check out the others. The following is based on real events, though the details are fictionalised.

Disclaimer: this story took place towards the end of Year 13 (the US equivalent of which being high school senior year) and so all characters are 18 or over.

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“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“I know, me too, I’m so horny.” Annie’s voice came from my phone; I saw her bite her lip on the screen.

“You have no idea how hard I am.”

“Well, you could show me?” She asked hesitantly.

“You see it when I say so, you know that!” I replied, “take your shirt off.”

She reached down and grasped the hem of her shirt, and had just begun to seductively pull it up over her stomach when her doorbell rang. She looked round at the sound, before turning back to me.

“I need to get that, I’m the only one home.”

“Find out what they want and get rid of them. Don’t take too long or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Yes sir.” She disappeared out the door.

I hoped she wouldn’t take long. Neither of us drove and there was no bus between us, so it was difficult to see each other; these facetime sex sessions were the best we could do.

As I stared at her empty room on the screen, I thought about what I was going to make her do as punishment. Orgasm denial was always a good option, but I’d used it a few times recently and felt it was becoming predictable and thus losing its effect.

Another option was stretching out her pussy, seeing how many fingers she could get in there. Annie’s pussy was pretty tight, so it didn’t take much before she reached her limit: her record was four.

Again, though, that was old news. Half of a good punishment is the fear when you tell them what it is. When it’s familiar you lose the fear and so the punishment’s less effective. I was just thinking how I could move onto her ass when a thought struck me: she’d been gone quite a while.

I looked at the time; she must have gotten chatting: I really would have to punish her. I decided I’d definitely have to test out her ass.

Minute after minute passed, and still no sign of her. After quarter of an hour I got bored of thinking of ways to punish her, and in an uncharacteristic display of productivity decided to get some schoolwork done.

It was probably another twenty minutes before movement on the screen escort izmit caught my eye. I looked up to see Annie entering the room. I opened my mouth to chastise her, then closed it again when I saw Megan coming in after her.

Megan was Annie’s friend, the one who had spilled the beans when I cheated on Jackie with Annie. She also hated me, and made no secret of the fact. I wondered why Annie had bought her in.

Megan walked over to sit on the bed, and Annie joined her. As they sat and chatted about nonsense, it became increasingly clear that Annie had completely forgotten about me and neither of them knew I was there.

I was just about to speak up and remind them, when Megan leaned over and kissed Annie. There was no mistaking it for anything other than lust either, as Megan’s hand moved to Annie’s ass.

I could barely believe what I was seeing. Annie was cheating on me! I felt betrayed and furious, but somewhat confusingly I also felt horny. I was still worked up from earlier, and I was a horny teenager watching two hot girls make out.

And they were hot: Annie was fairly skinny, with B cup tits and a fairly shapely ass. Megan was shorter but curvier, with C cup tits and a great ass. A great ass that was currently being groped by my girlfriend.

Megan pulled off her shirt to reveal the absence of a bra. Instantly, Annie fell on her tits, sucking on one while she fondled the other. Megan moaned from the attention.

“That’s it, good girl, good girl.” Megan moaned again, before moving her hands down to the waistband of her jeans. Annie pulled away to see what she was doing, before Megan grabbed her hair and forced her face back to her boob.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“Sorry mistress.” Megan smacked Annie’s ass hard, before returning to her jeans, sliding them off, her underwear with them. She grabbed Annie by the hair again and aggressively pulled her up to meet her lips. I quickly took a screenshot of them kissing, Megan fully nude, Annie fully clothed.

I had decided on a plan: I would make sure I got proof and confront her with it later. Until then, I might as well enjoy the show. It seemed wasteful to watch such an erotic display and not make the most of it.

“On your knees bitch.” Megan commanded. Annie obediently sunk to her knees before her and started kissing up her inner thigh, but Megan slapped her across the face.

“Stop fucking about and eat my pussy.” She grabbed her hair once again and forced her face between her legs. I took another screenshot of the incredibly erotic sight kocaeli evi olan escort in front of me: Annie on her knees, her head buried in Megan’s pussy, who was playing with her tits.

Megan was clearly enjoying what Annie was doing, because her moans were getting louder and louder, as she forced Annie’s head into her pussy. I gave in and pulled my dick out, masturbating to my girlfriend cheating on me.

Megan wrapped her legs around Annie’s head, holding it in place as her moans turns into screams:

“That’s it! Eat that pussy you fucking bitch! Don’t you dare stop!” The words turned into indeterminate sounds as Megan bucked her hips into Annie’s face. Megan let out one last climactic scream before unwrapping her legs.

Annie came away gasping for breath.

“I couldn’t breathe mistress.” She said between breaths.

“Are you complaining, bitch?” Megan said dangerously

“N… no mistress!”

“You should be thankful for the chance to eat my pussy.”

“I am mistress, I promise.”

“Thank me then!” Megan snapped

“Thank you, mistress.”

“For what?”

“Thank you for letting me eat your pussy.”

Megan looked at her sceptically for a moment, before shaking her head. “Top off.” She instructed.

Annie quickly pulled off her top and undid her bra, while Megan walked over to her bag which she had left by the door. I quickly took a screenshot as she bent over to get something out of it, showcasing her fantastic ass.

On the small screen I couldn’t see what she had taken from the bag, but it quickly became clear when she moved back to Annie and grabbed her boob, pulling on the nipple before attaching one of – what I now realised were – the nipple clamps to it. This elicited a gasp from Annie.

Megan then repeated the process on the other nipple, before slapping each of the clamps, drawing cries of pain from Annie. “You’ll keep those on until I cum two more times, now lie back.” Annie did as she was told.

Megan climbed onto the bed and straddled Annie’s face. She began to moan again as I rubbed my dick. I took another screenshot. This one wasn’t very good evidence as Annie’s face was obscured by Megan’s pussy, but I had Annie’s clamped nipples and her face disappearing beneath Megan’s glorious ass in one shot, so I couldn’t resist.

Megan grinded her pussy onto Annie’s face as her moans picked up in volume again. I noticed that there was now a visible wet patch on the front of Annie’s jeans, as she tucked into Megan’s pussy. Her izmit rus escort hands grabbed onto Megan’s hips as the shorter girl thrust her hips down into Annie’s face.

Megan threw her head back and screamed through another orgasm. She caught her breath for a second, before dismounting from Annie’s face.

“Can I take the clamps off now mistress?” Annie begged.

“I said when I orgasm twice, you still need to make me cum one more time.”

“Can I at least touch myself?”

“Oh, you need some relief?”

“Yes mistress. Please.”

“You can’t touch yourself. But take your trousers and underwear off.”

Megan headed back over to her bag while Annie did as she was told. Annie and I gasped simultaneously as Megan straightened up, holding a huge strap-on. It must have been 12 inches and it was as thick as Annie’s forearm.

“Please mistress, I can’t take it.”

“You can and will. You said you needed relief so I’m giving it to you, now get on your hands and knees.” Annie did as she was told while Megan strapped on the dildo, then got on the bed behind her.

Suddenly, Megan slammed her hips forwards and Annie cried out in pain. They were positioned so they were facing me, and I could see the wince on Annie’s face. I took another screenshot as I could see both faces clearly.

Megan didn’t waste any time, as she immediately started slamming her hips into Annie’s ass. Annie’s moans of pain gradually turned into pleasure, at which point Megan smacked her ass, hard. Annie cried out loudly, as Megan grabbed her by the neck and pulled her so she was kneeling up.

Still thrusting into her pussy, Megan pulled on one of Annie’s nipple clamps, before biting her neck. Annie cried out again, and Megan threw her back down onto the bed and slapped her ass again.

“Please mistress, I need to cum!”

“You want to cum? My cock makes you want to cum?”

“Yes mistress! Please! I need it!”

Megan reached down and jammed a thumb into Annie’s ass.

“Cum for me bitch.”

Annie cried out as she climaxed, a sound which pushed me over the edge as I came all over my lap. I took another screenshot of Annie mid orgasm.

“Good bitch.” Megan pulled out of Annie and took off the strap on, then reached for her clothes and started getting dressed.

“Can I take the clamps off now, mistress?”

“No, I still haven’t cummed again.”

“But… but you’re getting dressed?”

“That’s right,” Megan gave Annie an evil smile, “and don’t you dare take those off until I next cum.”

“But when will that be?”

“Well certainly not tonight, I’m spent.”

“But we’ve got school tomorrow?”

“I guess you’d better wear something loose fitting then.”

And with that Megan turned and walked out the door. Annie lay back on the bed, and after a minute I ended the call. I sat back in the chair, I had a lot to think about. But first, I had some cum to clear up.

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This is a crossover story. You can read the four stories in any order.

*****

Part 1

Ashley twirled a lock of auburn hair around her index finger as she sat behind the welcome-desk of the gym. The days were slow. The weather was far too nice for people to show up at the gym at this time of day. Work, school, and the great outdoors kept the place the opposite of busy. After the early risers had been and gone, the only other employee scheduled to work for that day left, knowing they’d only need one person working during what was affectionately called the “no-sweat hours.”

Leaning over the top of the counter, Ashley contemplated her options. She’d go entire shifts without seeing a single person. She regretted not remembering to bring a book to read during this time. She tapped her foot on the ground behind her, trying to keep a rhythm to at least busy herself in any sort of way.

That tapping of her feet though eventually caused the shoe to work its way loose. The ties weren’t well done, which destined the foot to pop out! The action was minor, and something easily fixed, but not for Ashley. Something about that action sparked a thought inside her head. Suddenly the boredom vanished and a shiver rocketed down her spine. She was no longer truly in her work appropriate clothes; she was now missing a shoe.

Instead of slipping her foot back in, she raised it more and let the shoe flop to the ground. She then placed her sock covered foot to the ground next to it. She wiggled her toes and rubbed the foot against the smooth tiled floor.

“Oh Ashley, that’s hardly appropriate! I’m afraid we can’t let you help customers when you’re sooo indecent!” Ashley said in a mocking voice to herself. She then lifted her other foot up, and pressed the back of the heel against the floor. “Yeah, well this is what I think of your rules Boss!” and she popped the other shoe off.

Ashley felt positively naughty to be without her shoes at work. Such an innocent thing, but it was terribly taboo a feeling to Ashley. She though also knew where it could lead.

A loud “Ding!” echoed the lobby along with a quick yelp from Ashley! In that moment, a customer appeared and Ashley felt as if she was caught doing a horrible crime!

“Hello. How are you today?” The short haired blond woman asked Ashley. Ashley seized up a bit but realized her state of undress was a secret. The counter easily blocked her feet from view.

“I’m doing well. How about you?” she replied. She couldn’t keep from nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. This was only making it harder to forget that she was without her shoes though, feeling only a thin layer of white cotton separating her skin from the floor!

“I’ve got my membership card… wait… where is it…?” the woman said as she started to search her bag.

“Can’t find it?” Ashley asked.

“Just one of those days,” the woman said with a nervous giggle. After a bit of searching, Ashley realized she should probably start searching for the customer information. She also began to bring a toe up to the top of one of her socks and start to push at the garment. Something felt naughty about actually trying to undress herself in front of a customer!

After a few questions, Ashley was able to help the lady out of her predicament. Ashley verified that she was a member. She also got one of her socks down enough so it hung only on the toe. She could feel it about to fall off; it would even fall if she moved her foot just a little. “Enjoy your time here!” Ashley said to the guest. Just as the blond turned, Ashley let the sock fall to the floor. A shiver ran back up her spine at the thought of successfully removing a piece of clothing while having a conversation with someone!

Ashley wasn’t sure if she was more shocked by the fact that she had a person come in to work out, or by how bold she felt she had been by taking off the spare sock. She now had a totally bare foot exposed, contrasting with the covered one. She shook the bare one around, just relishing in the freedom.

When she set the uncovered foot down, she loved just how bare it felt, specially compared to the other one. Actually, she was a bit bothered by the difference; she wanted the same feeling of freedom on both feet.

Ashley turned, hopped, and sat her bottom onto the counter. She lifted both feet and stared inquisitively at them. Even visually, the asymmetrical nature bothered her. Her shorts left most of her legs bare, and the tiny sock on just one of her feet seemed off. She wanted to see both her feet uncovered in the workplace.

She drew her feet further upwards and towards herself, rubbing both ankles tenderly under the soft pads of her fingertips. She then snapped the top end of the remaining sock. A finger sneaked its way in and pulled the material taught. It began to tug and wiggle the elastic from side to side, slowly lowering the sock as it did.

To Ashley, something like this action was surely a thing izmit escort bayan you only do in private. Something you do alone in your room so you could prepare for bed or a shower. Now though, she was doing it right in the open lobby of the place she worked!

When she got to the heel, she pushed the cotton over it. Something about getting clothes past their toughest to past spot always made Ashley gasp out loud. In anticipation for the moment she held her breath. The sudden feeling of being past the toughest point was relieving as well. So without much effort, she took the sock from her foot, and let both bare feet dangle over the side of the counter.

Ashley was feeling really good. Her act of rebellion wasn’t just in what she wore, but what she was doing. Sitting on the desk, her back to the front door was not something a proper employee did. Ashley was sure she’d be alone. After a few more minutes of this, she felt very confident that she was going to be alone till the afternoon.

A bit of guilt struck Ashley. She was enjoying herself far too much while ‘not working’. Deep down inside, she knew she should at least try to earn her paycheck properly. So when she noticed she was running low on a few supplies at the front desk, she decided she should go hunt some extras down.

She grabbed hold of her socks, and raised a foot to slip into one. She was going to get redressed, but then thought of how devilishly fun it could be to make the journey barefoot. She reasoned it was unlikely she’d run into the girl from before so she tucked her socks into her shoes instead, and stored them away in a cabinet under the counter.

Padding across the floor and down the hall, Ashley was making her way to the storage room. She took careful steps, both as if she was sneaking, but also to savor every step. Her body was so sensitive when exposed, even if minutely. The same trip she made daily was suddenly new and different.

In the store room, she began to gather her supplies. A few odd items like receipt paper were grabbed to help get her through the day, or if she were being honest, for the next few weeks considering how slow business was.

As she was reaching up to get something from a high shelf, Ashley found her stretched out body was slipping from her clothes, though in the slightest of ways. Though slight, it still made her heart race. Her soft cotton shirt rose up, the hem tickling her stomach slightly. She could also feel her shorts slip partially. When she looked down, she saw the hints of her black panties peeking out from the blue shorts. Her heart thumped ever greater when she considered the possibility of being like this while someone were around.

No one was around. She was the only one working, and she was in an ‘Employee Only’ room. She swayed her hips in that moment of realization, letting her shirt hem tease waist back and forth. Ashley leaned forward some, allowing the gap under the shirt grow larger, thus letting air in that tickled her torso.

She grabbed the item on the high shelf and stepped back. She looked down, and found her shorts still a bit lowered, of course not having been able to lift themselves up. Her shirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide her shorts, and that meant that sliver of skin and black cotton was still on show between the two pieces of outerwear.

“Don’t want to come back up? I’ll admit, I’d rather you stayed there or lower too,” Ashley said, talking to her shorts. She giggled at the thought of talking to her clothing; the loneliness of the shift was starting to show.

Yet that feeling of being alone made her think some more. Did she really have to pull her shorts back up? The halls would be empty still; only one guest was around…

Ashley turned to the door and opened it. She was right, the halls looked empty. It was a short walk back to her desk. She dared herself to keep her shorts where they were till she was there.

She had supplies in hands, her shorts were just barely letting anyone get a peek of her underwear-color choice of the day, and she felt ready to go. She stepped out into the hall, still very aware that her feet were bare. She closed the door behind her and made her way back to the desk.

Ashley’s bare midriff was experiencing a tantalizing feeling. She’d seen many of the people using the gym show more skin, but it still seemed to mean so much more to her. She delighted in the feeling, and was giddy the whole way back, although a tad nervous as well.

When she got back, she felt triumphant. She had completed her self-dare, and she rubbed the upper band of her panties just to make sure they really were there. The lobby was as empty as when she left it too. She slipped some fingers between the panties and shorts, and ran them around her body. In a way, they felt useless as she felt them be lifted away from her body in different areas.

“Useless clothing… shouldn’t be worn, right?” Ashley asked herself. She kocaeli abal yapan escort then tugged the shorts down further. “A little of my panties, or all of my panties, it’s all the same really,” she reasoned with herself as she got the shorts to her hips. “No one can see me from the other side of the desk… so what would be the difference?” she wondered aloud. Then with another push, gravity did the rest of the work and her shorts found her ankles! She then knew the difference, that the thrill was multiple levels greater!

She nervously moved closer to the counter, feeling she needed to fix her sudden increase in exposure. Besides her ankles now, her legs were bare. The bikini cut on her panties in no way offered them any protection. The black material was far from looking like any sort of clothing; it was clearly a cute pair of panties!

Shorts around her ankles wouldn’t really make her look in anyway dressed, if anything, somehow more undressed. That was at least Ashley’s reasoning as she slipped her feet from the garment. Her shorts were lying on the ground of her workplace! She stepped on the shorts and slid the pair around the floor. She watched herself do this, her outstretched bare leg pushing her very own shorts around!

As she got into the motions, she turned and rested her backside against the side of the counter. Her shortless state was very well hidden from the world, and so she was happy to keep playing. Her bottom wiggled and rubbed her pantied butt against the surface behind her. She loved all the feelings. Air conditioning on her legs, her foot on her shorts gliding across the ground, and her barely covered butt rubbing against company property!

With a playful flick, she kicked her shorts away from the counter and towards the back wall. She felt like time was flying, that is until her heart sank and everything seemed to stop. A loud ringing noise filled her ears and she felt she was really in for it!

Luckily, it was just the phone, the eternal line was ringing. A moment of shock and panic made it so Ashley was slow to answer the device. She realized she was at least safe for the moment, and finally picked up the receiver.

“Umm… this is… I mean… the main desk,” Ashley said. She was so nervous. Though it was a conversation over the phone, she had some kind of feeling as if she had to hide the fact she had her panties on show.

“Oh yes, I was wondering if maybe we could get some extra towels in the changing room? We’re good for now, but before hitting the exercise room I thought I might warn you. Seem to be low on them back here. Later that could be a problem,” a woman said from the other side of the line. Ashley figured it was the blond from earlier. Ashley was almost surprised she would still be in the locker room.

“Sure, right away Miss, I’ll get on that,” she said, never one to turn down a request from a guest. The two hung up, and Ashley again made a motion to reach for her shorts.

“The extra towels are in the yoga room… that’s a bit of a ways away from the locker room… I could grab them first, and then come back for my shorts after…” Ashley said. She was starting to think about making the trip sans-shorts. The idea was nuts, but she felt it would be fun too.

She started to rethink the idea though. She could easily be caught on the way there or back. Somewhere, the guest was in the building. She could even have someone else arrive. Could she get behind the counter again before someone saw?

Ashley crouched down, wanting to hide as she was distracted by her thoughts. She was feeling very exposed, this was where she worked after all. It’s one thing to be undressed in public, but she had to uphold a certain level of professionalism.

On the other hand, Ashley hadn’t had this much fun during “no sweat hours” ever. Her blood was racing and heart beating faster than probably half the people who used this gym. The feelings were always far too intoxicating for poor Ashley. She wanted to control herself, but she found herself looking away from her shorts, and instead towards the hall.

She turned a left, heading towards the west wing. She walked, knowing that she had only panties on from the waist down. Her shirt didn’t hide them, her hands at her sides didn’t hide them, and surely the shorts, socks, and shoes she left behind didn’t hide her panties either!

Every step she was farther from the cover that could make her decent. She felt the way her body moved, the way that her panties hugged her shape. She was so much more aware of them now that they were exposed. She was so distracted she didn’t pay much attention as she walked into the yoga room, and was quickly surprised to see a blonde!

The blonde in the sports bra hadn’t seen Ashley come in; Ashley didn’t even get a good look at her. Ashley was sure no one else was at the gym though, so it had to be the same girl. Ashley was able to quickly izmit evi olan escort side step out of sight. It seemed that somehow the guest had beaten her to the yoga room. Didn’t she say she was going to the exercise room? Ashley quickly got to a pile of towels on a cart nearby. She held the pile in front of her panties, hoping it would be enough cover. She hadn’t been noticed yet, so she was happy to step away unseen with the towels. She didn’t even take time to think or observe.

Ashley sighed with relief. She was again in the hallway, not much more covered, but she dodged what was one of her worst worries. She now was again alone, and at least knew that the risk was all behind her. The only guest was in the room, and she had the rest of the building to herself. So once more, she walked down the hall, constantly checking over her shoulder to make sure the guest wouldn’t see her.

Ashley at Work

By Jappio

Part 2

The pile of towels she held in front of her waist did little to really hide her current clothing state. They only covered her lap. Bare legs and the hem of her t-shirt were exposed on either side. From the side or behind, her panties were clear as day. Even her feet were bare as she stepped down the tiled hall.

She approached the lobby area, spotting her desk. That was where her shorts, socks, and shoes were. She was about ready to grab them, put them on, and be decent again. Thinking about it, Ashley knew that the only guest was behind her. They wouldn’t need the locker room again for awhile either. It was a totally safe trip. Being in the locker room would be a safe enough place to be without shorts too, so there would be little harm if the guest did visit the room.

The temptation was strong for some reason. Getting herself back into the clothing seemed like a chore, as if it would be like shackling herself and restricting herself of freedom and fun. Why do such a thing if she could safely enjoy her freedom just a little longer?

Ashley no longer stared towards the counter she normally sat. Instead, she began to walk again. She was going to continue to walk down the hall with her panties on show! Ashley even held the pile of towels higher, more against her abdomen. She left her lower half as exposed as possible in her short jaunt towards the locker room.

With every step, Ashley could feel the cotton of her panties shift. She marveled at what it felt like to have her legs totally bare. Somehow, it still felt new, even though she had her legs bare many times in her life. Perhaps it was because of where she was, or how strongly the contrast of being covered and uncovered was for her. Yet she savored that feeling greatly, and was a bundle of smiles as she opened the door the women’s locker room.

Ashley was alone in the room, as expected. She quickly set the towels down where they needed to be. She could have sworn there had been more there earlier. She didn’t mind though, a bit of extra work was fine to help keep the mind off how boring the day was.

It was a nice way to make herself do something extremely risky and exciting. Though she was in a locker room, a room where many women have been more undressed than she was, she still enjoyed the thought of how she was dressed. She was an employee, not there to change, and yet she was without her shorts. Her shorts weren’t even with her, they were down the hall!

She walked around the room. Ashley pretended like she was inspecting it, but really she was just mentally checking off a list of different areas that she was wandering without more than half her work uniform. It felt like a sort of accomplishment. She was here, there, and everywhere in that room, and she did it with bare feet and her black cotton on show.

Stopping in front of the locker, Ashley thought about times in the past. Locker rooms were tough for her, especially after a workout or gym class. She remembered how much she hated to actually redress. She was always too shy to take off too much or stay undressed with the other girls around. However, when her body was sweaty and tired, the last thing she ever wanted to do was keeping anything on or putting anything on. She always wished she could toss her bra across the room, and take off her tiny panties.

Now, alone in the room, Ashley pretended she was able to do as she wished she could back in the day. She slipped her thumbs under the waistband of the panties. She wiggled her hips and arched her back. She hummed to herself, complaining of the heat and how tired she was from working out. The panties rounded the surface of her bottom first, the smooth skin tickled by the downward moving fabric.

Ashley giggled. The feeling was too wonderful for her to describe. The panties had started to feel restrictive the more she kept thinking about them. Having them off now only seemed natural. So with a few more shakes of her hips, she finished dropping the tiny piece of cotton to her feet. She shivered with delight as she felt the material go past her toes as she removed a foot one at time from them.

She reached down and dangled the tiny black material over her toes. Ashley wondered how something that looked so harmless was always so nice to get rid of. She moved her hips left and right exaggeratingly, just feeling the air swish past them. She was now completely bottomless!

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I had been waiting for you for almost half an hour. Wondering what was up when you surprisingly had called me earlier in the day and told me to meet you here for dinner.

The restaurant you had picked wasn’t fancy, but it was dark and I had picked a quiet corner booth while I waited. I was on my second drink when I finally spotted you as you walked in. You looked gorgeous as always, but you seemed to have a special sparkle in your eye. you were wearing a long frilly very feminine skirt, and a simple white blouse, but on you it looked spectacular.

“Sorry I’m late” you said as I rose to meet you and you kissed me quickly before taking a seat.

“That wasn’t much of a kiss!” I complained with a grin.

“You really do have a one track mind!” you giggled as the waitress brought our menus, and I ordered you a drink.

She said she would give us a minute and be back to take our orders, and then left us alone. It was early for dinner, and the place wasn’t very crowded.

“Now about that kiss…..” I murmured as I pulled you closer to me and kissed your neck, your earlobes, and took your mouth in mine and kissed you passionately.

I gently tasted your mouth with my tongue, as I couldn’t help but slide my hand up the outside of your blouse to run my fingers along the outline of your breasts through the material of your blouse. You kissed me harder and I squeezed one tit roughly with my hand, as my other slid around your waist to feel your cute round ass under that frilly skirt. I could feel your nipple hardening at my touch as the waitress seemed to sneak up on us with our drinks.

She was smiling when I turned to see her, my hands still roaming your body as she asked if we were ready to order now. We ordered quickly, and she finally left after winking at you before she went.

“I think she likes you!”I laughed as you were turning slightly red as I suggested it.

“Oh quit it, you’re so bad!” you told me, seeming somewhat flustered.

“Mmm,I don’t know, she really seemed to notice you.” I told you as I took a sip of my drink.

“You really do have a one track mind!” you replied as I sat my glass down.

“You bet I do baby, but only with you!” I said as I traced the outline of your breasts again through your blouse.

You had removed your shoes and were running your foot up and down my leg as rubbed your tits in our dark corner. I could feel you pulling your skirt up under the table as I played with your tits and nibbled on your neck. I wasn’t sure what you were doing and was surprised when you pulled your hand out from under the table and stuck two fingers in my mouth. They tasted deliciously of your sweet wet pussy, and I groaned as I licked off every drop.

“You don’t play fair!” I complained as I slid my hand down under the table and up under your skirt.

I ran my hand slowly up the soft warm flesh of your inner thigh, and quickly rammed two fingers deep inside your already soaked pussy.

“Oh God!, I think you’re izmit escort the one who doesn’t play fair!” you whispered in my ear as your body stiffened slightly as I ran my fingers in and out of your sweet pussy.

“Unbutton your blouse” I told you as I continued to stroke you under the table.

“Not here, there are too many people” you said, gasping for breathe as you did.

“I don’t care….unbutton it now!” I told you more firmly.

You slowly started unbuttoning it as I kissed my way down your neck, sliding a third finger into your quivering pussy. As you undid the third button, my mouth was already kissing the tops of your breasts barely concealed in your now exposed lacy white bra. My other hand quickly pulled the flimsy material down out of the way so that my mouth could find what I had been seeking. You pulled my head closer to you and moaned out loud as my mouth closed over your hard pink nipple, as you pushed harder against my probing fingers. I hungrily sucked your swollen nipple harder, gently biting it as your hand found and massaged my throbbing cock through my pants.

“I want you so bad!” you whimpered in my ear as I continued to finger fuck you under the table, your lucsious tits exposed to my mouth in the dark corner of the room.

“How about we just do it right here……”

I teased you as you looked around the room to see if anyone was watching. No one seemed to notice, except possibly one guy at the bar who seemed to be looking at you.

“I think we’re being watched….” you murmured as I sucked first one big hard pink nipple, and then the other.

“Well then, we’ll give him something to watch!” I told you as I made sure he had a good view of your big full bare tits.

“I have a better idea!” you exclaimed as you pushed me away from you and said “come with me!” .

Pulling your bra back up and holding your blouse closed, you took my hand and led me past the bar and down a hallway, making sure your blouse was open as we made our way past the nosy guy at the bar. I just winked at him as we went, not sure myself what you were doing. You led me down the hall and into the ladies room. There wasn’t any one else in the rest room as we entered, and I picked you up and sat you on the counter. I wasted no time in unbuttoning the rest of your blouse, and with a quick flick of the wrist your bra was hanging down on your arms as my hands were quickly wrapped around your tits. I squeezed them roughly and pinched your nipples harder now than before, as my tongue once again explored your mouth. Your hands were busy unzipping my pants and freeing my straining cock as my hands continued to explore your ripe full tits. I broke our kiss and pulled you up off the counter, turning you around.

Quickly removing your blouse and bra, I was anxious as I bent you over the counter to pull your long skirt up past your warm lucsious ass. I couldn’t wait any longer as I took your ass in both hands and pressed the head izmit anal yapan escort of my aching cock against your swollen pussy. I wanted you so much that nothing else mattered, as I plunged my cock deep inside you from behind, burying it all the way to my balls on the first stroke. Pounding you against the counter top, I ran my hands up your back and around your body to fill my hands once again with your swaying tits as I hammered my cock in and out of your sweet wet love tunnel.

“Oh yes!…baby that feels so good!” you cried out as you pushed back to meet my thrusts.

About that time the door swung open, and in walked our waitress. Apparently she had been watching more than we knew. I was too far gone to stop now for any reason, and watched in surprise as she sat on the counter next to you. She took one of my hands off your tits as she lowered her mouth to suck your taut pink nipple. You moaned louder as she took my hand and slid it under her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Her slick shaved pussy was already wet and swollen, probably from watching us in the dining room. I loved watching her suck your tits as I pounded your pussy from behind, her hand still covering mine as I finger fucked her. I felt your body start to quiver, and I knew you were about over the edge from all this attention. You cried out in pleasure, her mouth now biting and greedily sucking your tits, her other hand roughly squeezing them both. I could feel your pussy tighten around my aching cock as I fucked you harder and faster, my fingers still buried inside her warm tight pussy.

“Oh Godddddd!, Oh fuck me!” you cried out as the first orgasm made your legs start to shake as I pounded you harder into the counter top, my own body now filling with anticipation as I couldn’t take anymore.

I exploded deep inside you as you pushed back hard against me as we both erupted in pleasure together. Our new friend was still riding my fingers hard as we both began to wind down, momentarily satisfied, yet still aroused by our newcomer.My cock now limp and spent for the moment, I watched as she sat you on the counter and buried her face between your legs.

“I want every drop of both of you!” she told us as she buried her tongue as far inside your cum filled snatch as she could reach.

I couldn’t help as I watched her bent over lapping your pussy, I had to lift her skirt up to run my hands over her ass, still covered by her white panties. She made little moaning sounds, her mouth still buried in your pussy, as I ran my hands up and down her legs and caressed her round ass. Your head was leaned back as you enjoyed the feeling of her tongue inside you, as I pulled her sweater up to reveal her somewhat small but perfectly round tits, covered only by her little stretch type sports bra. I moved beside her to pull the bra up past her tits to expose her small, but marble hard pink nipples.

You were both moaning now as I took her tits gebze escort in both hands and pinched those little nipples roughly between my fingers. From where I stood I leaned over to take your nipple in my mouth as I continued to squeeze and pinch her small tits. I could see you smile out of the corner of my eye as you watched my hands on her young body, and her head between your legs. I pulled away from you and kept one hand on her tits, as my other hand ran down her back and slid under her panties to feel the warm bare skin of her ass. I pulled her legs farther apart and reached through to fell the slick lips of her wet shaven pussy. Her whole body shuddered as my finger touched her clit, my other hand still tightly pinching her tight little rose bud nipples.

My cock was once again pointing towards the ceiling as I moved behind her and pushed her panties aside to slide two fingers inside her dripping snatch. She moaned louder, but never missed a beat in her effort to lick your pussy to ecstacy once again. I moved in behind her slim body and slid my cock between her legs, sliding the still wet head of it along the swollen lips of her cunt.

She reached down with one hand and grabbed my hard cock as she guided it to where she wanted it. I took her ass in both hands as you watched, and slowly stuck my throbbing cock inside her waiting pussy from behind. She gasped momentarily, but went right back to hungrily eating your pussy as I fucked her from behind.

With each stroke of my cock she seemed to press harder against your pussy, and we all groaned in pleasure as we fucked each other silly. I loved watching her eat you as I fucked her harder now. I reached around her to run my hand over her tits, as my balls slapped harder against her red ass, pushing her mouth ever harder down on your eager pussy. I reached out to pinch your nipples as she moaned, one hand on your tits, one hand on hers. I only wished I had two cocks, so that I could fuck you both at the same time! Your body was quivering once again as I knew you were about to cum, her pussy tightening harder around my pounding cock, my hands still happily clutching both your tits.

You were the first to cum, as she sucked your clit to a MAJOR orgasm! You bucked up and down wildly on the counter as she relentlessly continued to torture your pussy until you were totally satisfied. You lay back on the counter in exhaustion as she moved slightly to the side and clutched the countertop as I drove my cock harder and harder into her thrusting body. I had both hands clutching her ass as I slammed her harder and harder against the hard counter top.

“Oh yeah!..fuck me harder!” she cried out as her body began to shake.

I ran my hands up and pulled her back by the hair and ran one hand around her body to feel her firm tits again as I exploded inside of her and filled her pussy with my cum, just as I had filled yours only moment earlier. My body jerked as I filled her up, her own bucking wildly as she reached back to grab my ass and pull me all the way inside her.

After a few moments of blissful rest, she quietly pulled her clothes back into place and kissed us both passionately.

“OH, by the way, your order is ready!” she smiled as she walked out the door.

We both laughed together “OH yeah, we came here for dinner, didn’t we????”

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Jane greeted the two men dressed in a silk bathrobe that went halfway down to her knees, and a glass of wine in her hand.

“Nice place you got,” said William.

“The wages of sin. It’s your big dicks that put the roof over my head. You guys wanna drink?”

“Just a beer for me,” James said. “I’m driving.”

“What, you never head of Uber?” Jane turned to William. “What about you, Billy boy?”

“You got scotch?”

Two drinks later they had gotten around to Jane’s problem.

“I’m telling you, I don’t give a fuck about Dan, but for him to move on, from me? And make it so obvious? The guy’s got no class. Look, I’ve broken up with a lot of guys in my life, but I always did the dumping. And now he dumps me for that…that hillbilly? I don’t care how good she sucks cock. Nobody dumps me.”

“Well, she does have nice tits,” said James.

“Yeah, but Dan’s not a tit man. He’s a…how do I say this? He’s a penis man.”

“What,” the two men uttered in unison?

“No, no, no, I don’t mean he’s a fag, but Dan is in love with his cock. All he needs is a place to stick it. The more someone loves his cock, like Liz, the more receptive he is. .”

William cleared his throat.

“Except me. Sure, I love his cock, but he doesn’t know that.”

This time it was James who cleared his throat.

“Okay, okay, so it’s no secret that I love his fucking cock. Big fucking deal. So what? Nobody dumps me.”

“I have learned the hard way,” commiserated William, “that relationships based mainly on sex never last.”

“I’ll drink to that.” And they all did.

“What’s the deal with your mother,” asked James?”

Jane reached for her phone, and it was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“It’s six-fifteen. My mother is coming over seven-thirty. You guys want something to eat?”

“We grabbed a burger on the way over,” said James. “We’re good.”

“And the plan,” asked William?

“I’m still working on it. Just follow my lead. I’ll think of something.”

“Trust me, she will think of something,” said James, talking to William.

“I can trick my mother; that’s easy, but fucking…are you sure? Do you really want to fuck my mother? James, I know you’re a perv, but…”

“That’s exactly what I said,” interjected William. “Nothing personal, but a fifty-year-old pussy just doesn’t do it for me.”

“Jimmy, look; a hand-job? I’m one hundred percent certain I can deliver. A blowjob I’m eighty percent certain. But a fuck…I don’t know.”

James thought it over. “I’d settle for a blowjob. But it has to be a real blowjob. I want her mouth on my cock the whole time, not just a little sucking and then a hand job to finish me off. And she has to make me cum.”

“Yeah, like that would be hard.”

William laughed. Where do I fit in,” he asked? “I didn’t come all the way over here just to watch.”

“Oh don’t worry, you fit in. It takes two to Tango.”

“I don’t get it.”

James translated. “What Jane means is that you and I have to butt-fuck each other, while she watches. The original deal was her mother had to fuck me, but I think a blowjob will be good enough.”

“And I’m going to film it too…just for my own private pleasure,” she added, in response to William’s frown.

“Wait, you mean that if I get a blowjob from her mom I have to…”

Jane interrupted. “Hey, you guys wanna smoke a joint?”

William smiled. “There’s so much about you we don’t know.”

James was drug-tested at work, but marijuana was no longer on the list of banned substances. He may not have smoked in many years, but he was game. William and dope were on a first name basis, so the three of them sat down on the floor in a small circle. Jane’s robe was fairly secure, but every now and again her golden triangle would emerge as she shifted her position, and when she leaned forward to pass the joint her boobs would briefly flash. James could feel a stirring in his loins. James lusted after Jane like no other woman. The marijuana high only intensified his desire for her. While driving over here he had confessed to William that he was in love with Jane, which is when William first used the phrase about relationships based on sex not lasting.

“It’s not about sex,” James protested, but then, after a pause, he owned up. “Okay, it’s about sex.”

“See? Then it won’t last, so don’t go around saying you’re in love with her. Besides, you’ve already had plenty of sex with her. What’s the problem?”

James had to admit that he didn’t know the answer. And now, sitting on the floor smoking a joint – or joints, because Jane just lit another one, mesmerized by her golden mound of Venus, James now realized what the problem was. He was jealous. Jane clearly preferred fucking Dan to himself. Sure, Dan was probably better at it, but James was improving, his confidence had gone way up, and he thought he had given Jane a pretty good fucking the few times they had fornicated. Ultimately though, all James really wanted was to be Jane’s stable boy, her fuck toy, to do whatever she pleased to him. Now more than ever, seeing this his long relationship with Kristie had ended. But that would be Jane’s call, bodrum bayan eskort not his.

William began squirming. He felt antsy, and he finally stood up. “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything,” he announced, “but whenever I smoke weed I feel like taking off my clothes.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” said Jane, and she watched with interest as William’s flaccid penis flopped from his pants and hung down, assuming the cylindrical shape that’s captivated so many people.

“That feels so much better,” he said, sitting back down.

“You know, I have to admit, you really do have a fantastic body. I can see why Olivia went ape-shit over you.”

“I got lucky. She is a great woman.”

“Lucky? Yeah, right. Like you didn’t work out in the nude and expect people not to notice you.”

“Yes, but I was lucky it was Olivia. It could have been someone ugly or fat, or old. And look, it led me to here.”

“What about her boys?”

“Huey and Dewey? Oh yeah, I did them too.” William smiled, in broad remembrance.

“I don’t know how she gets away with that. They’re what, fifteen?”

“No they’re not,” replied William. “They’re eighteen.”

“Well they look about twelve.”

“On that we agree.”

“Everybody thinks of Olivia as the quiet one,” Jane mused, “but then she goes out and gets two slave boys.”

A few minutes of silence passed. Jane finally looked at James. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t just sit there like an idiot. Take your clothes off too.” Jane started laughing. “Look at you, you perv. You’re fucking tented. Unleash your bone, give it some room to breathe, why don’t you.”

James’ erection sprung out as he lowered his boxers, and both William and Jane cast admiring glances.

“How can you be so fucking horny all the time,” Jane asked? How many times did you cum today?”

“Three. It would have been four, but Monica killed things at the end before we got off.”

“That’s true,” confirmed William. “We were both ready to get off too.”

“That’s good,” replied Jane. “Now you’ll be extra horny when my mother shows up.”

“I don’t mean to be a buzz-kill,” said William, “but if you get to film me and James performing, what are you giving up? For me your mother’s not enough. It might be for James, but not for me.”

Jane sighed. “I know what you getting at. Jeez, I was afraid it would come to this. You’re a perv too, like Jimmy. Okay, here’s the deal: if you butt-fuck each other and let me film it; and again, I swear it will be just for my own pleasure, we’ll have a threesome and you can have your way with me. You can fuck me until you drop…no, wait.” Jane smiled. “I have a better idea. I’ll give you six orgasms. You can ravage me until you’ve shot your load six times total, between both of you.” She cackled. “I can see it now. You guys will be fighting with each other over orgasms.”

“No we won’t,” William said. “Six is enough to go around.”

“You say that now,” she shot back, “but when there’s just one orgasm left you’ll be fighting to see who gets the last one…oh my God, I can’t believe I didn’t script this. I can see it now, naked men wrestling each other over orgasms, like moose butting heads with their antlers to see who gets to fuck the female…oh yes, this will work out just fine.”

“You’re devious,” William said, “but I’m game.”

James was all-in. “Me too,” he said.

Jane looked at her phone. “Hey, I got a text from my mother. She’ll be here in fifteen minutes. Wait…yikes, she sent it ten minutes ago. Let’s get ready.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, you have to be doing something when she arrives. That’s phase one.”

“We’re not fucking until after you deliver.”

“That’s fine, but this is what I want you to do.”

William and James lay down on the floor and interlocked their legs in a scissors movement until their penises were practically touching. Jane looked for some string. Her plan was to tie them together. Why? Who knows why? It seemed like an erotic idea. But then she thought of something else.

“Stand up,” she said. “Slap your cocks against each other.”

“Ouch,” said James, as William unloaded on him. “That hurts! Take it easy. You’ve got a big fucking piece of meat.”

“Stop whining, said Jane. “If you don’t like it then hit him back harder.”

The two men really got into it, engaging in some serious swordplay. Now it was Jane who was mesmerized. She sat in a chair, content to watch and, not surprisingly, her hand soon found its way to her clitoris

“It’s harder to slap with a boner,” said James. “I don’t have any flexibility. William’s soft, so he can whip it around and turn it into a weapon.”

“Then get him hard, dumb-ass,” roared Jane. Maybe it was the two beers, maybe it was the weed, maybe it was simply that James was turned-on by William, but he was only too happy to comply, and he sunk to his knees and began nibbling on William’s penis.

“No cumming, Billy-Boy. This is just the warm-up act.”

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Margaret Santori – Jane’s mother – pulled into a parking space outside Jane’s condo. Turning to her companion, a shapely woman yalıkavak escort in her mid-thirties, she said, “Just follow my lead. Jane’s friend, James, is visiting, and he’s a nudist.”

“Is he the same one you told me about? The one with the…”

“That’s right, you can say it. The one with the fourteen-inch sausage.”

Penelope giggled. “If, like you say, you can convince your daughter to film the presentation, it would be a game-changer. The Board couldn’t say it was too provocative, since it could only be seen on their website. The teachers can show it to their students in a controlled environment.”

“Since I ran into – ahem – some problems, when I tried to do it live,” replied Margaret, “it makes sense to film it. The educational value remains the same…”

“…Without the titillation.” Penelope giggled. “I never should have had that vodka at dinner.”

“I can’t think of a better way to appreciate a naked man.”

“Is he really going to be naked?”

“James pretends he’s a nudist, so he’ll definitely be naked. You see, I think he’s having sex with Jane. I caught him naked at her place, and rather than simply admit that they were having an affair they concocted a story about him being a nudist, and a gay nudist at that.”

“But you knew right away, right?”

“Oh yes; my daughter thinks she’s smarter than me. I act naïve, and the next thing you know there’s a young buck with an enormous dong dangling in front of me. She even made up a phony nudist handshake ritual, just so I could grab on to it and give it a good shaking.”

Penelope laughed. “A nudist handshake? Maybe I should have had a second vodka!”

“I think you did,” replied Margaret.

“Shut up.” Both ladies giggled this time.

“So did you give him the nudist handshake?”

“Of course I did. No way I would pass that up. A woman my age doesn’t get too many chances, so yes I shook it a little. The only unscripted part was the ejaculation. That was a surprise. Maybe I shook it a little too much, or maybe, like my daughter said, he needed a release. But he’s really sweet. You’ll like him.”

They walked up the stairs. “I’m hoping that things work out tonight, but there’s something that worries me.”

“What’s that,” asked Penelope?”

“This was Jane’s idea.”

“Come on Margaret, maybe she’s trying to make up for the embarrassment at school last month.”

“Penny, I have my heart set on this anatomy lesson. I think it’s the best way to teach sex education. I really do. I thought the Principal was on-board, and she probably was, until Jane had him masturbate.”

“You know you have my support at the school, but the less said about that incident the better. It didn’t go down very well, as you can imagine.” Penelope Sutters was the Vice-Principal at the girl’s academy where Jane’s mother taught. Despite being fifteen years younger, they had bonded. One of the reasons was her support of Mrs. Santori’s proposal of using a live male for the male anatomy lesson, which was part of the sex education curriculum. It seemed so much smarter than relying on pictures from a textbook. From her general appearance once would probably not find Penelope attractive, but she had the proper raw material, most notably her shapely figure, and a little makeup, contemporary hair styling, and an updated wardrobe could do wonders.

“Look at the bright side,” said Penelope; “even if this doesn’t pan out, we get to eyeball a big piece of sausage, assuming it’s at full mast.”

“I know James. He’ll be at full mast.” Margaret sighed. “Deep down my daughter is a good girl. But she likes to flirt with men and tease them, and James is infatuated with her, I can tell. Don’t worry, he’ll be erect.”

She knocked on the door, but nobody came to answer it. She knocked again and then put her ear to the door.

“I can hear music.”

“Why don’t you text her and say you’re here?”

“No need.” Margaret Santori reached into her purse and took out a key and unlocked the front door to Jane’s condo. “Remember, follow my lead. I have to outthink my daughter.”

****

William was almost hard, but not quite. James was still a novice at sucking cock, and a player like William could tell the difference. He needed penis-worship, and James was too clumsy and inexperienced to provide it. He had managed to get William up to about eleven inches, but that final inch was proving to be beyond him. Jane, preoccupied, had long since forgotten about her mother. Instead she was vigorously massaging her cunt lips and inserting her fingers inside her vagina. Watching men engaging in homo sex was an incredible turn-on for her.

All three of the stoned and tipsy participants in this mini sexual opera were made acutely aware that something was amiss when the lights in the room seemed to brighten by themselves.

Once the shock wore off, after Jane’s mother gave her expected spiel about how degenerate her daughter was, and after Penelope’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of William and his big black dong, the plan would slowly reach fruition.

Without waiting for Jane’s lead, Mrs. Santori walked up mumcular escort to a very surprised James and gave him the nudist handshake. “Your turn, Penny,” she said. But Penelope was still admiring William’s body, and Margaret had to repeat her words.

Jane, by way of explanation, said that William was James’ gay lover and that he too was a nudist. Thus they weren’t embarrassed about being naked in front of woman, and that’s why they were fully erect or, in William’s case, almost-fully erect, although Penelope couldn’t tell the difference. From her perspective, eleven inches, twelve inches…what did it matter? Jane continued with her explanation, deftly securing her robe as she spoke. She said how her condo was the only place the two men felt accepted, free to express their love and free to have sex, because she, Jane, didn’t judge, and because love is such a beautiful thing, and because…well, dammit, just look at these two guys. They’re hung like fucking mules! Did she really say that last comment or did she imagine it? Either way, her mother and her companion understood.

“That reminds me,” said Margaret. “I want to talk to James in private about the anatomy lesson. It still might happen.”

“Oh jeez, Mrs. Santori, I am so sorry for what happened last month. It was her idea,” he said, pointing at Jane.

“You were the one with the fucking boner.”

“Please,” interrupted Margaret, “I know you had good intentions, but James, you made one mistake; you took Jane’s advice. Let that be a lesson.”

Jane’s mother wanted to talk to James in private, to get him away from the influence of her daughter. She wanted to let him know exactly what he’d be signing up for. She couldn’t afford any more screw-ups. Would James be comfortable enough to allow himself to be filmed while standing naked in front of a group of impressionable, young ladies? She wasn’t buying the nudist thing. If he wasn’t one hundred percent relaxed the tension would visible on film. They went into Jane’s spare bedroom, leaving Jane, Penelope and William in the living room.

“Have you given William the nudist handshake,” asked Jane? That was catnip to Penelope’s ears, and after a moment’s hesitation she greedily wrapped her hand around his shaft and wagged it from side to side. She also placed her other hand on William’s chest and marveled at his physique. William’s ego responded, and he assumed a few flex positions for her benefit.

Seeing that Jane was in the room, it wasn’t surprising that within minutes she convinced Penelope that having William masturbate for their visual pleasure was a perfectly normal concept. And he had no problem submitting to Jane’s request. A lot of anxiety had built up in his mammoth organ and he could do with a release. The two enthralled ladies considered themselves fortunate to be able to watch William as he played with his tool. He first grabbed the base of his massive shaft and bounced it up and down. The narcissist in him had taken over. He loved an attentive audience, so he decided to put on a real show for the ladies, humoring himself by contemplating the most erotic way to jerk his meat. But Jane had other ideas. Still thinking about the agreement, if she could get Penelope to fellate him, phase two would be complete.

“Penelope, what do you say we give Big Bill a helping hand?” When she didn’t respond, Jane inched closer to William and grabbed hold of his penis.

“C’mon, it will be fun. He was almost ready to explode when you arrived…and that was from a guy. Let’s show him what a woman can do. C’mon, I know you want to play with it.” Penelope did want to play with it, so she moved in next to Jane and they took turns fondling William’s cock. William’s penis hardened even more, although it seemed hardly possible. After a short while Jane began to lick his enraged shaft from the side. “Penelope, you do the other side,” she said, and the school Vice-Principal’s tongue began to flick along the top of his shaft, right where his miniature cockhead was partially hidden by the foreskin. William grunted, his legs grew weak, and he leaned on Jane’s shoulder for balance. He was losing control.

“Pull it back,” said Jane, delighted that Penelope had taken the bait. “Let’s see the cock-head.” Penelope pulled up on the foreskin and a tiny orb crept into sight.

“That’s it,” cried Jane. “That’s what we’re here for. “Lick his tiny, little, pee-pee cock-head. I bet he likes that.”

William’s moan of pleasure confirmed that she was right.

Jane crept back a few feet, allowing her mother’s friend unfettered access to the big rig. William looked over at her with a big smile, and Jane winked back. So far, so good.

Despite having had three orgasms earlier in the day, William was incredibly stimulated. Penelope’s enthusiasm was enticing, her technique was good, and his twelve-inch cock had peaked and was nearing its release point. It hung at a downward angle, which happened when William’s cock was at its firmest, so when Penelope removed her hand, rather than spring up, like some penises might, it fluttered a bit before gravity took over and kept it angled down. Seeing him so aroused, with legs wobbling and muscles heaving, Jane knew it wouldn’t be long. And it wasn’t, for a minute or two after Penelope had begun her sucking in earnest, semen began gushing out of his cock like bullets being fired from a gun. Jane counted four blasts, four puddles on the floor, before William dribbled himself into full drainage. Jane and Penelope shrieked with delight.

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I pulled up in front of the house and parked. It was just after noon on Sunday and I was here for my monthly obligation, the family dinner. I shouldn’t make it sound like it’s a chore, we had been doing this as long as I could remember, although now that I’m grown and living on my own we don’t do it as often as we did back then. When I was living at home and growing up, we had a formal Sunday afternoon dinner every week. My mother would spend hours cooking and getting things ready for us and then we would sit down in the dining room for a great meal and time to discuss what was going on in all of our lives. When you are eight years old there really isn’t a heck of a lot going on in your life, but as we got older there were more things that we could discuss. Of course, when you’re a teenager there are also a lot of things that you don’t want your parents to know about so it was a balancing act.

I got out of the car and walked to the door, I knew what was coming next. Since my sister and I had moved out and were on our own, our mother had given us some leniency and our family dinner had been relegated to the second Sunday of each month. As I reached the door I pushed the bell, waiting for someone to answer the door and allow me in. This had been a minor issue over the years, my parents insisting that since this had been my childhood home I didn’t need to wait for someone to allow me entrance, I should merely just walk through. It had never been an issue when I was living home, but as I went to college and started returning only for vacations and summer break I had felt less connected to the house. Now that I had been out on my own for six years, I thought it considerate to ring the bell and wait for permission to enter. I know it wasn’t necessary, but I thought it would show my parents some respect. I didn’t have any thoughts that I might walk in on them going at it on the living room floor, that was something my parents would never do and the thought of it kind of turned my stomach.

The door opened and I was facing my sister Robin.

“Why do you always do this Ray, you know you don’t have to ring the bell.” She started repeating the same conversation we had every month.

“Come on Robin, you know I feel funny just walking in since I don’t live here any more.”

“I’ve heard it all before but you know how mom and dad feel about it.” She continued, we had been over this part too.

She stepped aside and I walked in before she closed the door behind me.

“Is that your brother Robin?” I heard my mother’s voice from the kitchen, but I knew she knew exactly who had been at the door.

“Yeah mom, it’s Ray.”

“Can you explain to him that he doesn’t have to ring the bell when he comes over. He doesn’t seem to listen when I try to tell him.” Mom’s voice drifted out of the kitchen.

“He doesn’t listen to me either.” Robin announced with mock exasperation in her voice. This same conversation had occurred every month for I can’t remember how long.

“I need to talk to you Ray.” Robin said softly as we moved into the living room.

My Spidey sense started tingling as soon as she had said it. This usually meant she wanted something from me and I knew I would find out shortly.

“Give me a minute Sis, I should go in and say hi to mom first.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you here.” She said before sitting on the sofa while I went into the kitchen to say hello to my mother.

My mother was standing at the stove just as I expected her to be. She was a good cook and spent a lot of time and effort on the Sunday dinners and I couldn’t complain about it, the food was certainly better than anything I could cook on my own or the fast food I sometimes found myself eating.

“Hi mom. It’s nice to see you.” I started as I moved behind her to give her a kiss. She turned her head enough so I could reach her cheek before returning to her work after I had brushed it with my lips.

“Your father is still upstairs getting ready, he should be down shortly. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour. You can grab a beer if you want, I picked some up at the store yesterday.” She said without interrupting her actions.

“You want a beer Robin?” I shouted to my sister in the other room before opening the refrigerator to get one for myself.

“I guess I could if you want to bring it out.”

I took two bottles from the refrigerator and popped the caps before walking back into the living room to see what Robin had on her mind. I handed her one of the bottles and then took a sip from mine before setting it on a coaster on the coffee table.

“Thanks.” She said as she took the bottle I offered her, taking a sip from hers as well.

The TV was on with a baseball game playing. I wasn’t much into sports and I knew Robin wasn’t either, and even if I was, the teams playing weren’t any that I followed. As I sat she turned the volume up with the remote and I realized the only reason the TV was on was so no one would hear her conversation with me. My Spidey sense started tingling even more now.

“What’s on your mind Robin?” I started cautiously.

“I want you to do something for me.” She asked, her eyes looking first toward escort bodrum the kitchen and then the stairway where my father would descend once he finished getting dressed. I wondered what she had to say if she was so concerned someone might hear her.

“And what do you want me to do for you?” I asked, I realized I didn’t need to since she had never been hesitant about telling me what was on her mind in the past.

“I want you to go out with a friend of mine.” She said softly, still looking around the room to be certain no one might be listening to our conversation.

“Oh no! I’m not going out on a blind date with one of your friends.” I said forcefully, not that I even knew who she might want me to go out with but I had heard all of the horror stories about blind dates.

“And why not? You don’t even know who my friend is.” She said defensively.

“All I know is that if you have to try to set me up with her, there must be some reason she can’t find her own date.” I tried to be logical. Logic had never worked with Robin in the past and I didn’t think it would now, but I did need something to say in my defense.

“She’s a good friend of mine and she just has a couple of problems…” Robin started before trailing off.

I knew I would hate myself, but if I didn’t ask Robin would tell me anyway. “What kind of problems?”

“She has some issues with self-confidence and I think she’s a little insecure about herself.”

“And how will going out with me help her self confidence?” I wondered aloud.

“She just has trouble with guys.” Robin continued without offering any more specifics.

“And what does that mean? Has she had a lot of bad experiences or does she just hate men?” I answered, I wasn’t sure exactly why I had said what I did.

“She is unsure about guys right now, she thinks she might even be gay.”

“What?? Why would I want to go out with a lesbian? Why don’t you go out with her?” This was getting more and more bizarre the longer Robin talked.

“Are you afraid you’re not going to get laid if you go out with her? And I’m not that way! You know I’m seeing Porter anyhow.”

I don’t know where her comment about getting laid came from, but I didn’t think it was appropriate.

“I don’t go out with women with the expectation of getting laid.” I responded, it was true. Well, it was kind of true. When I went out with a woman it was in the hope we might end up in bed, but wasn’t technically an expectation.

“I didn’t say she was gay, I said she’s not really sure.” Robin tried to rehabilitate her earlier statement.

“So she has self-confidence issues and isn’t really sure if she’s gay or not. Do I have it right? So tell me again why I might want to go out with her.”

“She has a really great personality.” Robin offered in her friend’s defense.

“A great personality? That’s code for fat and ug… err unattractive.” This was getting better all the time.

“Look, I told her I thought you might want to go out with her. Say so if you don’t, but this means a lot to me.” She answered softly, lowering her eyes and fluttering her eyelashes demurely. This hadn’t worked any time she had tried it in the past while we were growing up and it wouldn’t work now. Unfortunately, she did know what would work and that would be her constant harassment of me until I agreed to do what she wanted me to. I could try to hold out as long as possible but in the end the best way to get her to stop harassing me was to give in. She knew it and I knew it but somehow we always had to play out the game.

“Look Robin, this woman doesn’t need a date, she needs a therapist.”

“You just don’t understand. She doesn’t need other people judging her, she needs some compassion. She’s already lost over 100 pounds.” I could tell Robin was almost in tears at this point, apparently this woman meant more to her than I had realized.

“100 pounds? Just how many more does she have to lose?” I wondered.

“I’m not sure, maybe 60?” robin’s answer was more of a question than a statement, but she offered it very hesitantly.

“Okay, if I agree to take her out, and that’s a big if, what did you tell her she could expect from me?” My resolve was starting to crumble.

Robbins mood picked up considerably at my last statement, she sat up straighter and I could see a smile start to form on her lips.

“I didn’t say anything specifically, I thought I would leave that up to you. I don’t think you have to do anything fancy, maybe just dinner and a movie or something like that.” She left the thought hanging.

“I’ll think about it.” I answered just as my father came down the steps to join us in the living room.

“So what’s the score?” He asked, glancing over at the game on the TV.

“I don’t even know, dad. We just turned it on for a little background noise.” I offered, that’s really all the TV was doing at this point.

My mother called us in to dinner shortly, all talk about me taking Robin’s friend out was quickly forgotten. I was grateful that any talk about Robin’s request was not brought into the conversation, my parents were the type who would feel sorry for Robin’s friend and bodrum sınırsız escort the three of them might potentially gang up on me until I acquiesced to my sister’s request. I appreciated her consideration by not pursuing the subject in front of them.

Just as it always was, Sunday dinner was great and we spent two hours eating and going over events in our life, nothing special there. Shortly it was time for me and Robin to leave, each of us needing to get back to our own places.

“I’m still not certain about this, but assuming I agree, what do you want me to do?” I asked Robin as we stood near the door before leaving.

“I’ve got her number right here, you can call her once you make up your mind and work out the details. I know she’ll really appreciate it.” Robin said, digging into her purse before taking out one of her business cards with a number written on the back.

“You know, you haven’t even told me what your friend’s name is.” I mentioned as I took the card and toyed with it before putting it into my pocket.

Robin looked a little embarrassed before softly saying “Fanny.”

“You did say Frannie, you know like short for Frances?” I asked, even though I was pretty certain I had heard exactly what she said.

“No, her name is Fanny. It’s her real name or at least that’s what it says on her driver’s license.” Robin added, I’m sure she thought I didn’t believe her.

Things just kept getting better and better. What else could go wrong??

“Ray, there’s a big dog peeing on your car outside.”

“Thanks dad!”

*****

I thought about Robin’s request all the way home, I still wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do. Of course that was foolish, I knew that if I didn’t I would never hear the end of it, the only way to get her off my back was to do what she wanted. She always knew just how to push the right buttons as we were growing up and she always got her way. I couldn’t fault her for that, she was my sister and I loved her dearly. I guess we were fortunate, we didn’t have the antagonistic relationship a lot of siblings seem to. In fact, I had always tried to be her protector as we were growing up. I don’t know if she knew it, maybe she did and maybe she didn’t, but she never said so if she had a clue.

When we were younger she didn’t need a lot of protecting, we were just two kids whose lives sometimes meshed and sometimes didn’t. Once we got into high school, I did start to feel more protective of her. I guess as I started becoming more aware of my own development, both physical and sexual, I started seeing Robin in a different light. Don’t misunderstand me, I didn’t have any sexual feelings for her and despite what others might do, I had never even thought about her in sexual fantasies I had. She was a very attractive girl but not one of the super hotties in the school. Unfortunately, that was a problem. Most of the guys in school would fantasize about the super hot girls but knowing they could never get them, went after the girls who were a notch below super hot. Robin fit this criterion perfectly and many guys thought she was attainable. That’s where the problem came, she had more attention than she knew what to do with it.

I didn’t think she was naïve and I didn’t believe I could really dictate who she saw or what she might do, but still tried to do my best to take care of her. If some guy might be bragging around school that his intent was to get into Robin Franklin’s panties that weekend, then I felt the need to counsel him. If she wanted to go out with a loser like that I really couldn’t tell her no, but I didn’t need him posting it around the school that’s what his plan was for her. Maybe some of it was just bravado and bragging for his buddies, but I made certain his intentions were not broadcast to the rest of the student body. For the most part I think I did a pretty good job, she managed to make it through high school without any real issues and some of the dead wood who had thought to make inroads with her had been convinced otherwise by my little counseling sessions.

The only real incident came during a period when Robin was going through a rather rebellious phase. For whatever the reason she thought she should do exactly the opposite of what anyone told her. This included our parents and for the period of a few months they weren’t certain exactly what to expect from her. I knew that if I tried to tell her one thing she would do the exact opposite so even what little advice I offered her had to be carefully constructed so that she would do what I hoped she would

The object of her interest during this rebellious period was Jack Pruett. I don’t know why otherwise intelligent girls somehow become attracted to the bad boy, but Jack was definitely the bad boy of the school. It seemed he was constantly in trouble for one thing or another and for whatever the reason that seemed to attract a lot of girls to him. He had a nose ring and wore his torn pants hanging off his ass. He always had a cigarette behind his left ear which totally violated the school’s policy and many a time he had been called into the office to be disciplined for it. I can bodrum otele gelen escort remember the vice principal taking the cigarette from him and tossing it and then seeing Jack take another from the pack in his pocket and replacing it even as he was walking out the door. He drove what had been his mother’s 20-year-old Honda commuter car but he had put one of those fart can mufflers on it to make it louder and also some shiny wheels and tires. He had a big whale tail spoiler on the back that was attached with duct tape but he had the coolest car around if you asked him.

I remember the day Robin let slip that she had agreed to go out with him one Saturday night. She regretted saying it immediately, but then looked at me defiantly as if daring me to say or do anything. I knew better than that so just kept my thoughts to myself and wondered what I could do to prevent her from doing something which I knew she would regret later. Fortunately she ended up not going out with him, he had to cancel out on their date. Somehow a rake had been left lying on the ground next to his car and as he went out to get in one evening he stepped on the tines which were facing up and the handle came up and hit him square in the face. The handle had been heavy metal and broke his nose. It also blackened both of his eyes and he ended up losing his two front teeth. In the hospital emergency room doctors discovered that his idea of hygiene with respect to his nose ring had been to spit on it every once in a while before replacing it. They found a bacterial infection in the cartilage of his nose and before they were finished, most of the cartilage had to be removed. At some point some cosmetic surgery would enable surgeons to replace the damaged cartilage with a plastic prosthesis, but he finished his last year of high school with essentially no nose. This had caused him to be so distraught that he gave up any desire to go out with women for fear that they might be laughing at him. In truth they were laughing at him and many of those who had succumbed to his advances earlier now felt sorry that they had. Funny thing though, he swore that his family had never owned such a rake and couldn’t understand how it had been left lying next to his car.

*****

I spent the next two days thinking about Robin’s request and worrying about what I might do. In reality I knew I had no options, if I failed to act she would hound me until I gave in. We each knew it so there was no point in trying to put it off to find excuses not to do what she wanted me to do. That part had been settled, but I still had reservations about how to approach this whole thing. Normally meeting a new woman and going out with her had never been an issue for me in the past, but a blind date was new territory for me, and besides that, despite what my sister had done to minimize all of the issues, Robin’s friend seemed to be carrying a lot of baggage.

Robin had told me that perhaps just a quick dinner and a movie would be suitable and knowing her, I could probably assume she had already promised her friend that would be our plan. With much trepidation I called Fanny on Wednesday night, not sure exactly what to expect. She picked up right away as though expecting my call but her tone was short and curt. I could sense nervousness in her and remembered what Robin had told me about her various insecurities. I didn’t have to be a professional therapist to get that vibe from her. Not wanting to prolong things, I came straight to the point and we made plans for me to pick her up Friday evening about 6.

All day at work on Friday I started to get more nervous about meeting Robin’s friend. I tried concentrating on my work and some of it enabled me to lessen my worry, but still it was there in the background waiting to come forward at any second. I knew this was foolish, I mean I’m a mature adult and I had been on several dates in my life that hadn’t turned out as well as I would have liked. I was positive this would probably be another and that fact alone shouldn’t have worried me, but for some reason it did. I had originally thought to ask her to meet me at the restaurant just to make it easier to bail if things didn’t look good, but that seemed like the coward’s way out. Shortly before I left work I told myself that I was being silly and that I should just man up and deal with things however they happened. It took a while for me to convince myself but soon I was driving toward home so I could get ready.

I took a quick shower and started to prepare for tonight’s date, but then I had to decide what to wear. I knew I had to look nice but at the same time I didn’t want to get dressed too nicely just for an informal restaurant and then a dark movie theater. If I had been going out with a new girl I was trying to impress I might have, but now my appearance was less critical to me. I didn’t want to appear too casual, so in the end chose a nice shirt and some khakis, I thought it a good compromise between formal and too casual. The clock was ticking as I finished getting ready, I knew I would need to be at her place to pick her up at the appointed hour. Again I worried about time, I didn’t want to be late but at the same time showing up too early might look as though I was anxious and I didn’t want her to think that. As all these thoughts whirled through my mind I realized I was acting much the same as I had when I was 16 and going to see a girl for the first time in my life. That night had been a little awkward for me but I survived and I assumed I would as well tonight.

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