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I suppose my ambition ever since school days was to see my teacher, Miss Peters, Miss Julia Peters, nude. As young schoolboys, we all had a crush on Miss Peters; she habitually wore short dresses and temptingly sat on the front edge of her desk, long tanned legs crossed. She thought we were hanging on her every word, in truth, we were just trying get a glimpse of her knickers as she crossed and uncrossed her legs rewarded with the occasional flash of white and the very rare glimpse of black. Tommy swore he saw blue ones one time, he was prone to bragging, none of us believed him.

I blame Miss Peters for my onset of voyeurism, I spent many years trying to catch girls flashing their knickers or undressing. All good things come to an end and mine came when I was caught peeping through a hole into the girls changing room, I was getting an eyeful of Vicky stripping off when the school caretaker caught me, viciously twisting my ear as he marched me off to the Headmistresses Office. She suspended me. Personally, I wouldn’t have minded bending over and receiving my punishment, Mrs Saunders was quite sexy, for an older woman, no way in Miss Peter’s league but I’m sure a few whacks would have given me a stiffy.

For a few long weeks, our small town was famous for two things, me – the peeping tom -and the annual Pageant. Word spread like wild fire about me and the peeping hole, none of the girls would talk to me, I became ostracised by virtually everyone in the town and moved away just as soon as I could.

Our town on the Welsh borders had a great community spirit bonded by a tradition passed down from before the Middle Ages; the bi-annual pageant, resurrected in an upsweep of all things Celtic by my Mother and ably assisted by the sensual Miss Peters, commemorated the slaughter of twelve hundred monks from the monastery at nearby Bangor-in-Coed, in the opinion of Æthelfrith, King of Northumbria, they were supporting the wrong side. Over the last two decades, the Pageant had become an almost national event covered by media and bringing numerous tourists to view the procession and visit the ruins of the monastery. Mum, by the time I left school, had effectively handed the organisation over to Miss Peters and was complaining to me during our weekly telephone conversation about how the cost of staging the Pageant had spiralled out of control; I was only half listening, my eyes caught by a small item in the newspaper, National Nude Day had taken place yesterday. Mum was saying how she didn’t know how Miss Peters would raise the money to stage the next Pageant.

It is funny how ideas creep up on you. I didn’t link the two events immediately, but something lodged in my brain and fermented slowly until one night I woke in the dark suddenly completely aware of how I would get to see Miss Peters in the nude; and not just her, but every snotty girl who called me a pervert and shunned me after the peeping episode.

I work as a photographer’s assistant; well what did you expect, this way I get to see more nudes and believe me, I have seen a few. Life is grand, though I hanker to see Miss Peters in the flesh and Vicky, and Katie, and that little blonde honey Susan Miles who married that prick Tommy – God alone knows what she saw in him; I had a strategy, I just had to play it out and hope I could pull it off.

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Some months later.

“Molly? It’s Julia, Julia Peters.”

“Hello Julia, how are you?”

“I’m fine. Look, I’ve received a strange letter, can I call round later, and I’d like to see what you make of it.”

“Of course you can dear, I’ll expect you after school.”

Julia spent the day teaching with her mind dwelling on the letter she had received, she knew of Spencer Turnik, admired his work in a perverse sort of way. She saw nothing pornographic in the naked human body, in all its multitude of forms. In fact, the idea of staging the Pageant naked appealed to the sensual side of her nature and she felt a small tingle between her thighs she would have liked to attend to, had she not been facing a class. The promise of money would solve a multitude of problems and ensure the continuity of the Pageant proper for the next decade. The problem would be how to ‘sell’ the idea to the town.

She arrived at Molly’s and walked around to the back where she knew she would find Molly in the garden.

“Hello Molly. The garden looks wonderful.”

“Hello Julia dear. Yes, it’s looking lovely at this time of the year.” Molly straightened from where she was weeding a bed of border plants and stood to face Julia. She was wearing a bikini and, at what must be close to fifty years old, she looked very trim.

“Well, you look quite lovely yourself! Getting a top up on the sun tan?”

Julia’s mind flashed an image of pulling Molly’s bikini pants down and burying herself in her muff. She had kept her sexual inclinations well hidden and dated just enough men for the town antalya sınırsız escort not to suspect her true desires. Now past her mid-thirties she knew just what she would like to do with Molly, given the opportunity. She heard herself thinking ‘If I can pull this off, I’ll see just what Molly’s hiding in there.’

Molly blushed, “Well, make the most of the sunshine, we get little enough. What do you want to talk about dear?”

“I received this letter this morning, the long and short of it is a famous photographer wants to pay us a large sum of money for the rights to photograph the Pageant.”

“Oh Julia. I am so happy for you dear. That is just what you need. How much is he prepared to pay?”

“Twenty thousand pounds.”

“My gosh. It is an awful lot of money; the Pageant will be solvent for years. Well done Julia, I’m so proud of you.”

“I didn’t do anything Molly, the letter arrived out of the blue; but there is a catch to it.”

“Yes, well there was bound to be for that amount of money. What does he want you to do, dance naked for him?”

Julia laughed, “You don’t know how close that is. He is Spencer Tunick, he specialises in photographing groups of nude people. He wants us to stage the Pageant with everyone naked.”

“Oh my.”

“Molly, he is a perfectly respectable photographer. Internationally famous, it wouldn’t be sordid or rude. And the money, I don’t need to tell you how important the money would be.”

“I’m not sure my Robert will want his little dinkle on public view; though personally, I feel as if I have been training for this for years. It’s like the calendar thing the Women’s Institute did. How exciting.”

You don’t know just how exciting, Julia thought, there is many a woman in this town I would enjoy feasting my eyes upon, if I can only persuade them, it will keep me on a high for months.

“Mr Tunick is proposing we do this as a purely private event on National Nude Day, he say’s that will make it easier for people to participate. What do you think Molly, should we arrange for the committee to meet?”

“Yes, we should certainly discuss the proposal, the money alone will get people thinking. What does he plan to do with the photographs?”

“He says the photographs will form part of an exhibition of his work to be shown in a gallery in the autumn. I have a whole list here of other projects, including one at the Saatchi Gallery opening in 2003. Here, he sent some photographs of other events, very tasteful, nothing improper.”

Julia handed a sheath of photographs to Molly and watched her eyes crinkle with interest as she leafed through the glossy black and white pictures.

“Oh these are very nice Julia, he captures the shapes of bodies beautifully, very artistic.”

Julia shrieked inwardly at Molly’s ineptitude. These were not ‘nice’ or ‘artistic’, but sensual exotic images expressing the sinuous curves of buttocks and breasts, just a tuft of pubic hair or a smooth cleft curving inward, here and there a flaccid prick looking for all the world like a worm the Robin had pulled up, penises were lost on Julia who feasted on plumb breasts, puckered nipples and round arses. She actually wanted to get home and relieve some of the tension that had been building all day; pity Molly couldn’t help her, though I can always hope, she thought.

“I don’t think anyone could object really, it is an art project and as you say Molly, very tasteful.” Just as I am sure you would be if you gave me half the chance, she told herself.

“It’s a good job my Bobby isn’t around, after the dreadful Peeping Tom business, we must make sure not a word of this leaks outside of the town. If Booby were to turn up, I would be mortified. I’ll phone around the committee members dear, and arrange a meeting, we can hold it here.”

“Thank you Molly, I knew you would see this idea for what it is.”

“Oh believe me Julia, I’m really excited about this, it is a pity it is not National Nude Day today, we could practice, I’m at least halfway naked already.”

Julia noted the twinkle in Molly’s eyes and wondered if she was being teased or led-on suspecting Molly, with whom she had spent a very great deal of time, was aware of her proclivities. As much as she felt an urge to explore this possible invitation Julia wanted the nude Pageant more and chose discretion over desire knowing middle aged housewife Molly would be crucial in winning round the opinions of the townsfolk. If she wants to explore, there will be plenty of time, and excitement, later.

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Mum thinks I work in a restaurant, I didn’t want her worrying about me working in a photographic studio, she would have imagined the worst, and been absolutely right. I always arrived at work before Chris, the photographer, and anyone else. Everyone assumed I was hard working, really, it gave me a chance to toss off to some of my favourite pics; it had become a morning ritual.

Being at work early, I dealt with the mail and anxiously scanned each day’s delivery for ‘the letter’. About two weeks döşemealtı escort after I wrote to Miss Peters, I received the reply I had been praying for. In principle the committee had agreed to Tunick’s request, little did they know Tunick was completely unaware, our office had represented itself as his London Agent, now all I had to do was bring the others into the scheme.

Chris who owned the business was easy to persuade, a few years older than me and gifted with a camera in his hands, he caught on to the idea. Thought it would be a great gig with some possible fringe benefits, fanny fringe I think he had in mind; I have lost count of the number of women he has bedded. His only concern was the legal implications, he had a mate, a lawyer, and said he would speak to him, get some ideas.

I spent a couple of anxious weeks waiting for Chris to sort out how to proceed; his lawyer mate drafted a waiver letter every participant in the nude Pageant had to sign. It was a masterful piece of writing making Chris’s business the legal entity, once the participants signed up the photos could be used for exhibition and promotion purposes. Now Chris had to visit the town, meet with the committee and push the project forward.

I wrote another letter to Miss Peters on Chris’s behalf requesting a meeting and bit my nails to the bone waiting for a reply. Eventually her reply came suggesting a meeting on a Sunday twelve days away. Time was getting tight now, less than two months to National Nude Day and I briefed Chris on who he was likely to meet. He started to get fully involved in the project taking a professional interest, studying Tunick’s work to develop ideas and plans so he could convince the meeting of the seriousness of the project. On the appointed day, I went with Chris to a nearby town where he left me and drove on for the meeting. The next four hours were the longest of my life.

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Julia and Molly had worked hard on convincing the committee to stage the nude Pageant, an anticipation hung over the town as the day approached to meet with Chris, the frisson almost palatable, none more so than in Julia who had taken to studying the women in the town with added interest and though her thoughts always returned to Molly, she allowed her mind to explore the endless possibilities around her. Julia was surprised by the many volunteers for the nude Pageant many of them former students; should could not help but wander her eyes across torsos, breasts and bums as she met them in the street, seeing the excitement in their eyes, feeling the tingling in her groin, her orgasms had become tremulous affairs brought on by a fear the arrangement may collapse. Molly didn’t help, she had taken to becoming almost sluttish around Julia one day wearing nothing but a skimpy housecoat when Julia called to see her not bothering to cover herself and fully aware of the discomfort she settled on Julia. The pair reached an unspoken understanding there would be an encounter, when all this was settled.

On the Saturday Julia called at Molly’s house to go through the list of points to be raised at the meeting. Molly let her into the house just wearing a black bra and skimpy panties.

“I’m sorry dear, you arrived before I was dressed. Are you feeling ok?” She said as she led Julia into the sitting room.

Julia, already on an erotic high almost went over the edge as she followed Molly’s cute silk clad bottom into the house and involuntarily rubbed the back of her hand across her pubis.

“Oh Molly, you are so beautiful!” she spluttered, unable to control her words.

“Well I try to keep fit and firm. The truth is I’ve never felt so sexy, it’s this nude business of course but I think I’d like to try other things, I’m not sure I have the courage.”

She looked intently at Julia as she said this, making sure she had her attention. She saw Julia rubbing the edge of the folder she was holding across her fanny, not sure Julia realised she was doing it.

“If you need to do something about that ‘itch’ don’t mind me, in fact I’d quite like to watch. I’d like to play with you, but I think I’ll just watch this time.”

Julia was already raising the hem of her skirt and leant back into the sofa, skirt hitched, legs spread. She didn’t speak, just watched Molly’s eyes watching her fingers moving in and out of her pussy squelching with each thrust. It didn’t take long; she wanted to cum so badly and rocked her head back as the orgasm took her.

Molly licked her lips, “Wait there dear, I’ll fetch some tissues.”

Julia sat with her fingers cupping her slit hoping she wasn’t dripping on the sofa. Molly knelt in front of her with a hand full of tissues and gently started to wipe through the crack of her bottom up to Julia’s lips. Julia moved her hand away and opened herself to Molly’s ministrations taking tissues from the box to clean her fingers. Molly focused on what she was doing fingering Julia’s puffed up lips through the tissue, wiping away the moisture.

“Smell’s nice. Maybe next time you will let me do it.” Molly said.

“That konyaaltı escort would be nice, when?”

“After the Pageant, Roberts going to be away on business. Maybe you could visit for the weekend.”

“I’d like that. I didn’t know you felt like this.”

“I wasn’t sure myself until just now. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, I’d like to know if I want a female lover, Lord knows I need sex and I’m fed up with Robert, no imagination. He thinks sex is something he has to do on a Sunday morning, just before he washes the car.”

They did eventually get around to discussing the next days meeting.

The meeting started at 11.00 o’clock. Seventy-two people willing to participate, roughly two thirds female. Ages ranged from nineteen to sixty-seven. If Bobby had been in the hall, he would have been delighted to see Vicky, Katie, and Susan willing to display their charms. Chris took a couple of pictures of the assembled crowd for reference and distributed the waiver forms for everyone to sign. He also handed over a cheque for ten percent of the fee, an advance he had obtained from a newspaper. The atmosphere was one of excitement and apprehension; there was no doubting the enthusiasm for the project.

Julia who had spoken to Chris on his mobile over the previous three days had agreed to take him out to the monastery ruins where the nude pageant would take place, so he could view camera angles. He had passed himself off as Tunick’s London assistant; he would be responsible for directing most of the photo shoot.

Chris’s ability with the camera was in no small part due to his natural ability to put women at ease. Not particularly handsome, his lean and rugged countenance exuded confidence. He never lacked for sexual partners; meeting so many women in the course of his work, he took risks, liberties others stepped back from and charmed his way into their underwear with camera or cock in hand.

Out at the monastery site he turned his full attention to wooing Julia firstly by acting the consummate professional intent of seeking camera angles playing the part to the full. After photographing the ruins from every angle, he turned his camera on Julia taking a few quick shots of her leaning crumbled masonry.

“Hey what are you doing?” she asked, really quite pleased he had finally turned his camera on her.

“Fancy undoing a few buttons for me.”

“No!” she laughed, tempted by the idea.

“Come on. I’ll be seeing you starkers in a few weeks, just undo your shirt buttons.”

Within fifteen minutes, Julia was naked sprawled in the lush grass and stones. The coolness of the grass against he back and the photographer at her front excited her more than she cared, it was an age since she had a prick inside her. It was tempting.

“Squeeze your breasts together Julia, pretend you want me, yeh that’s it you look really sexy. Open your legs a little. Oh, looks a little damp. Excited?”

About thirty seconds later he was in her, grinding her backside into the grass while she gasped and pulled at his hair trying to work him further into her. He felt her cunt tighten around his prick and the old familiar sensation as he pumped into her while she breathed is short sharp pants. He slowly collapsed onto her licking at her nipples feeling spasms of excitement run through to her cunt.

“Fuck me again, slower this time. It has been an age since a man fucked me.”

“I can’t believe that, you’re gorgeous.”

“I prefer women, but you’ll do for today. Now fuck me again, show me what a man can do.”

This was all Chris needed to hear to get him fully erect again and he set about bringing Julia to a slow climax; he loved a challenge and determined to put on a show, just the notion she was ‘bi’ made him horny. Twice her brought just to the edge easing back, teasing, until she fastened her legs around him and pulled him deep into her rocking her hips off the grass to meet his thrusts. Exhausted she lay back, Chris beside her, feeling their juices seep out down across her bottom, content to enjoy the sensation.

“Got any tissues?” she asked.

“Yeh, a camera man always has tissues, got to keep the lenses clean.”

“Well clean me up, a girl likes to be cleaned afterwards.”

Julia loved to have her cunt touched, looked at. She insisted with all her girlfriends they clean her afterwards, just as Molly had done.

She spread herself to his touch and gaze blissfully aware of his fingers investigating just as much as cleaning, enjoying his close inspection.

“You seen enough?”

“I’m just getting started.”

Good, she thought, and gently pushed his head lower so he would know what was required.

She watched swallows swooping over the stones against the clear blue sky running her fingers through his hair trying not to think of his tongue probing, lips nibbling wanting to enjoy the rough texture of his beard against her skin whilst his mouth worked on her. Chris enjoyed going down on women, loved the sweet salty taste and the texture of juice-laden flesh. His hands went under her bottom, cold and damp from the grass, raising her cunt to his mouth and a finger found passage to her anus rubbing across the ring still slick and wet. She started to push at his mouth wanting him to eat her delighting in his strong tongue lashing across her cunt up to her clit and she came again for the third time, always stronger this way, male or female, she didn’t really care whose mouth fucked her.

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Suddenly, Meg started screaming and pointing down into the water. “A SHARK! A shark is circling me, help! HELP!” I saw a large shape swim toward then away from her. She tried to suppress her screams as she treaded water. When the creature surfaced next to the boat, I saw that it wasn’t a shark, just a playful manatee. When it headed for Meg again, my devious mind kicked in. Suppressing a smirk, I figured I could later toss the blame for my joke on the date – national pranking day, April Fool!

“Meg! I think your neon pink suit is attracting it like flags attract bulls. Lose the suit now! Take it off and let it drop. Hurry!” I shouted. Sue stared silently at me, just a bit concerned with losing her lent swimsuit. Meg froze, open mouthed. It seemed to make sense to her feeble mind. She protested that she’d be naked and didn’t have other clothes and God wouldn’t approve.

How did we get to this point with a bible thumping prude? About two months ago, sexy, beautiful, guileless Meg broke up with her sixth boyfriend in six months. She was crushed by the string of relationship failures and had lost all confidence in herself and fickle men. Sue and I were concerned about her depression and invited her to stay over a few days. Those days crimped our lax and skimpy dress code and feckless sex everywhere. It only got worse with each passing week. When Sue had enough constraints on her essential freedoms, she roped me into not so subtly making Meg want to leave. If only . . .!

Two months ago:

Her third grade smarts and eternal brainless questions quickly ran the gamut from ingratiating to irritating, despite her incandescent beauty. Her last six boyfriends didn’t have the patience she commands. Her infantile modesty kept her in flannel PJs with us and them, if she ever got that far. Sue was determined to change that and I was happy to reap the benefits. At 5’6″ and 125 lbs., her 34Dx24x36 frame was a tight fit for her eight-year-old flannels. When Sue pointed out they were getting threadbare at her nipples, ass and knees, Meg added a robe to cover up. Tant pis! Lucky for us, Sue didn’t mention the well-worn acre that Meg’s bush wore away. We both enjoyed the peeks we got when Meg relaxed her hated robe.

Instead of pushing her limits, we continued to make her jaded at her current exposures. Sue began more frequent and intense displays of affection when Meg was nearby. Her kisses were more soulful, sultry and inspirational. Her hands wandered more freely, manipulated my swelling dick over and inside my slacks. I took the hint and let Meg see my over-shirt nipple stretches and my openly cupping Sue’s pussy in shorts, slacks and even just panties. It took Meg two weeks to stay in the room when we began mutual fondling. When she did, she sat in a nearby chair and slyly watched us. A blanket covered our further foreplay. She saw the energetic ‘bumps’ in the blanket when Sue released and pumped my dick or I pulsed her pussy deeply.

Yesterday, March 31:

Sue wanted some time away from Meg for unrestricted sex, so ‘we’ decided to rent a Key West sailboat for a day. Problem solved! Right?! We were not clear when we told Meg that we’d rented a sailboat, so sexy, beautiful cousin Meg invited herself on our private outing into the Gulf. Sue and I had hoped for just a LITTLE isolated time to skinny bodrum escort bayan dip, yet within sight of the coast of course. Sue loves to be fully seen if she has some deniablility, and is easily ‘convinced’ by dares or ‘accidents’ though she knows better. You’d think another beautiful body could only help, right? So where’s the problem? Well, gorgeous Meg is still a bible thumping conservative with mid double digit IQ. She is as gullible as she is beautiful and wasn’t aware she was infringing on our special time.

Meg didn’t have a swimsuit and wanted to shop for an ultra conservative one. She asked Sue where she could get a one piece with a crew neck and tennis length skirt. My playful wife smirked when she told me she could discourage Meg easily by offering one of her most outrageous and smallest bikinis. “Why buy a new suit for a day when you can just borrow one of mine?” Meg gasped when Sue offered her a choice of similar thong suits in neon pink or nude with translucent panels.

After a minute of extreme eyeball gymnastics and gasping, Meg surprised us by grudgingly selecting the neon suit. She accepted it and said she’d just keep a skirt or towel on so her bare, pale buttocks were safe. If she put on the suit, she’d be showing us and strangers more skin than we’ve seen in two months. Fortunately, or maybe not, though the cups were much too big for Sue’s tiny tits, they would still not contain Meg’s very full D-cups. I can’t wait to see her dive into the cold water!

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Today, April 1:

We packed a cooler with ice, beers and sodas and lunch meats. Besides light jackets and large towels, we didn’t pack any clothes and ‘accidentally’ forgot Meg’s rucksack full of her conservative safety clothes. Meg wore her jacket and sweat pants over the tiny suit Sue lent her, so we didn’t see any skin yet. Sue wore her jacket, but nothing over her thong bottoms. As she scurried around and bent over, she made sure her bare cheeks were aimed at Meg.

We left at dawn and found our boat ready and waiting. Though it was already hot when we cleared the dock, Meg was still in her light jacket and sweats while Sue was catching rays face up. Within minutes of leaving the dock, Sue took off her top. Horrified, Meg closely watched her sunlit tiny tits gyrate with the rocking. After getting just a few hundred feet offshore from a public beach, I dropped anchor. Sue stood up, topless, and faced the beach. From the rear, Meg would have sworn she was completely naked and teasing the small beach crowd. Sue abruptly dived into the gulf and swam closer to the beach. Meg was aghast.

I stripped to my Speedo and let Meg watch my obviously swelling shaft as I stowed my jacket. I suggested she take a swim too, but she said she was too embarrassed to expose the tiny suit. I teased her and pantsed her before tickling her to get her jacket off. Her bright, bare, pale ass glared in the sun. As she wiggled and squirmed, I got the jacket off and managed to slyly caress her full, soft tits then began to release her top. “Sue’s already topless, don’t you want an even tan for a change?”

But she pulled quickly out of the jacket and resisted. Her nipples were still covered, but her big, pale tits moved temptingly as they were tossed around. “OK! OK! bodrum otele gelen escort I’ll di-dive in! Let me dive in. Those people can’t see me so . . . “

Looking thru my binoculars, “Yes, you’re right. Except for that group with the telescope, they can’t see your beautiful body.” She quickly dove into the gulf! Unfortunately, her top stayed on, but her nipples were visibly and deliciously hardened. While treading water, she watched Sue leap from the water like a dolphin, tits up then ass up. Sue was loving her near naked exposure to everyone.

After circling and teasing Meg for several minutes, Sue charged her and pushed Meg’s top up to her neck, briefly exposing her big, beautiful, voluptuous tits and stiff nipples to us. Meg shrieked loudly and turned heads from the beach. Sue slowly climbed on board, land side, to maximize her ass and perfect nipple exposure to everyone. Far too quickly, Meg covered her pale brown nipples and puckered aureoles.

Sue grabbed a towel and dried her hair, back and legs as she faced the beach and Meg. Meg was bugeyed; Sue loved the exposure. When Meg looked up into Sue’s eyes, Sue hooked her bikini bottom and pushed it to her feet. Meg shrieked again, yet stared at my completely naked wife on the deck. She was fascinated with Sue’s Titian curls, her hand frozen on her mouth. Sue ran a towel between her legs to keep her attention focused there. She took her time drying her groin before lying on her towel face up and fully naked. Meg was conflicted about coming on board again and exposing so much of her bare skin to me and the curious crowds.

Suddenly, Meg started screaming and pointing down into the water. “A SHARK! A shark is circling me, help! HELP!” I saw a large shape swim toward then away from her. She tried to suppress her screams as she treaded water. The creature surfaced next to the boat. It wasn’t a shark, just a playful manatee. When it headed for Meg again, my devious mind kicked in. Suppressing a smirk, I figured I could toss the blame for my joke on the date – national pranking day, April Fool – and finally get her naked for us and publically.

“Meg! I think your neon pink suit is attracting it like flags attract bulls. Lose the suit now! Take it off and let it drop. Hurry!” Sue stared silently at me, just a bit concerned with losing her lent swimsuit. Meg froze, open mouthed. It seemed to make sense to her feeble mind. She protested that she’d be naked and didn’t have other clothes and God wouldn’t approve.

“You have to choose . . . be naked or be shark food. A shark that big can bite you in half then, as you bleed out and chum the waters, wait a bit before coming back for the rest of you. HURRY!” She looked around and made her decision as the creature approached her again. Her bright top fell away and I could see it drift lower.

Just as it disappeared, the bloated creature snagged it on its nose and shot to the surface. It playfully flipped it to Meg who screeched and tossed it away. “Get the bottoms off quick!” I shouted. Having found a bright toy and a playmate, the playful fish chased the neon top and Meg dropped her bottoms. The manatee returned with her top and swam between her and the boat. It again flipped the pink top at her and she again screamed and tossed it away. I’m sure the manatee was gümbet escort happy to play, Meg, not so much.

All the screaming caught the attention of the beach crowd, but when they heard Meg scream ‘SHARK’, they stayed on land and watched. They couldn’t tell what the large creature was, but I’m sure they enjoyed my naked wife looking on from the rail.

The creature flipped the pink top high in the air and it caught midway on the mast. Meg’s wonderful tits bobbed out of the water several times, but when the manatee accelerated within a foot of poor Meg, she kicked out of the water to her hips then rolled backwards. Her frantic, splayed leg kicks allowed us a full view of her thick, dark pubes and how unctuously they clung to her visibly swollen labia.

As I drooled over the fresh pussy and imagined my tongue in it, my cock pushed my red Speedo away and low enough to expose my dark pubes to Meg. I made a point of pointing to my drooping suit, “Maybe it sees my red suit and is attracted to it. Let’s check.” I quickly stepped out of my suit and let my stiff cock point at Meg and swing chaotically for her enjoyment, and mine. She gulped visibly, fixated on my cock, and ignored the manatee. As I tossed my suit aside and bounced my cock, the creature came back and tossed the bright pink bikini bottom onto Meg’s head.

Watching her fascinating tits float and bob made it easy to ignore her screeches. Meg tossed the bikini bottoms away again and yes, our friend dove after them and flipped them onto the deck. He circled Meg faster and faster then leapt from the water before landing in a huge belly flop that swamped Meg and rocked the boat. He swam toward shore and Meg decided to make a dash for the boat. Totally ignoring her complete nudity, she climbed the ladder recklessly. The glare off her pale, sexy body was brilliant and irresistible. Sue watched with a wide grin as I reached out and pulled Meg against my steeled shaft.

Our naked houseguest clung nervously to me, shaking her fabulous tits against me, her legs against my bare, stiff cock. Sue hugged us both but soon stroked Meg’s bare ass, claiming to warm it. Meg didn’t resist Sue’s warm groin against her bare ass and even allowed me to cup her tits. She stared into the clear water and was still terrified of the friendly beast. My hand dared to grip a hip and slide between us until it felt the furry comfort of her damp pubes and steamy slit. Once I slid a finger into her pussy and circled her clit with my thumb, she groaned and suddenly shuddered in a full body orgasm. “Oh! What happened? Did I just . . .?”

I held my flickering finger still deep inside her, “Um, Yes, I’d say you climaxed fairly hard. My wet finger inside your soaked pussy agrees and has found a home I think it will visit often from now on since you survived your ‘lethal’ nudity. There will be more of that at home too – all three of us. Now I think I can tell you . . . That was NOT a shark. It wasn’t a threat and just wanted to play with us – with you. So uh, April Fool!?!” She sighed and tried to hide her satisfied, coy smile against my shoulder.

I was right about the lax attire at home. Once that threshold was crossed . . .

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I am a 38 year old male in good shape and average looks. Recently I and a 38-year-old female co-worker (Noreen) were sent to White Plains on business. Noreen is above average as far as looks are concerned. She has a nice shape and a pretty face. We have worked together for the past 8 years and in the last year and a half have had to work much closer, sometimes well into the evening. I have developed quite an attraction to her. Unfortunately, as far as this is concerned, I have been married for ten years and Noreen has been involved with a man for about 16 years. I have no interest in leaving my wife but that doesn’t make the attraction any the less.

Anyway, we flew to White Plains and arrived at our work place late afternoon. The dress was determined to be ultra casual so both of us were wearing shorts (gym shorts, the short kind) and T-shirts. Our work kept us busy until 4:00am when we drove to our Hotel (I had rented a car).

Naturally we had separate rooms but luckily they were both on the fourth floor. Hers was down the hall to the right of the elevator and mine was around the corner to the left.

When I got to my room I couldn’t sleep, partly because of still being worked up from the job we had just finished, and partly because of muratpaşa escort the fact that I knew Noreen was getting ready for bed only 40-50 feet down the hall.

I turned on the TV and found that they offered adult movies, you know the type, softcore, you don’t see anything but you know what they’re doing. I stripped for bed; I never wear anything, and chose one to watch.

Something else I need to add, I have recently found a site NUDE-IN-PUBLIC.COM which contains pictures of women posing in public completely nude. We’re not talking about flashers, these girls drive into gas stations, fill up their cars and pay inside, all nude, go to discos, parks, alongside roads, etc, all wearing only their birthday suits. It’s been quite a turn-on.

So here I sat watching these people on the TV naked and happy and I decided I would do something I have wanted to for along time. I grabbed my room key, still totally naked, and walked out the door and down the hall. My heart was pounding because I didn’t want to get caught by either Hotel personnel or any of the others of my co-workers that had come down at different times and could show up back at the Hotel at anytime.

Since my room was at antalya anal yapan escort one end of the floor, I didn’t have much choice on which way to go so I started walking towards the elevator. I had just gotten past it when the elevator bell sounded signaling that it was arriving on my floor. I knew that there was no way for me to get past it and back to my room in time so I looked for a place to hide. Lucky for me, right next to the elevator was a small room with both an ice and soda machine. I ducked around the soda machine and waited.

Shortly the elevator door opened and a couple got off. I thought my luck was going great when I heard them take a left down the hall towards my room, away from where I was hiding. Since I had to wait for them to get to their room before I could return, I continued down the hall away from them and towards Noreen’s room. My heart was now pounding out of my chest. I got a ways down the hall when I heard someone coming down the hall around the corner. I was trapped. There was no way I could get back to the vending machine so I ran to Norene’s room and knocked quickly on the door. It seemed like forever before she asked who it was through the closed antalya merkez escort door. Just then a man came around the corner and stopped when he saw me standing there nude. I told Noreen it was me and I needed help fast. She opened the door and I pushed past quickly and closed the door.

Image her surprise when she realized I was naked. She covered her eyes, turned around and asked me if I was crazy. I had to explain what I was doing and why. While I was explaining she turned back around to face me. I was surprised. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing a T-shirt to sleep in but thought she looked lovely with that freshly woken look on her face.

After I had finished my explanation and assured her I was not there to attack her, I asked if we could just forget about this and not tell anyone. She said no problem since it would be hard for her to fully explain her allowing me into her room at that hour.

Then I got a brainstorm. I asked that since she was seeing me naked, if she would be willing to return the favor. She first looked at me and smiled and I thought my wish might come true but then she said “Nice try” and asked me to leave.

I opened the door and looked out and the coast was clear so I said Good Night and walked back to my room with no more problems.

Naturally I couldn’t get to sleep thinking about everything that had happened and ‘not’ happened that I sort of wish had.

That wasn’t the first time I have gone nude in public, not the first time that I have been seen, but it was the first time I was seen by not only someone I know but someone I work with every day.

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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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This is a work of fiction. It’s a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It’s best to start with part 1.

***

After feigning sleep and eavesdropping on my parents it was time to experience being nude properly. I yawned loudly and stretched before opening my eyes.

“Hello sleepy head!” said my mother smiling at me.

I looked at her naked body and still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked.

“About an hour or so” said dad.

My mother asked “How are you feeling, was the drink too strong for you?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I just nodded off.”

“Probably a combination of jet lag and alcohol!” laughed dad.

“Do you feel up to exploring the resort?”

I hesitated and mum could tell I wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of being naked amongst others, she quickly added “Or, we could order some room service and just stay up here for a bit.”

“That sounds good and now that you mention food I’m I feeling really hungry.”

Mum smiled and jumped off her sun lounger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body and she smiled as she noticed me watching her every move. She walked into the room with her hips swaying provocatively and my penis quickly hardened. I looked at dad and saw him watching me. He smiled and said quietly “Your mother’s a beautiful woman, don’t be ashamed to show your appreciation!”

I blushed and turned back as I heard mum returning. She walked towards me and handed me a room service menu, she smiled at my erection and said “you seem to be hungry for more than food!”

I was embarrassed but laughed at her joke along with dad. Reading the menu made me even hungrier and I quickly chose a hamburger and chips, with my parents going for a seafood platter. Dad went inside and phoned in our order. My erection remained and I caught mum staring at it a few times before she said “Jack, don’t you want to go and take care of that? Isn’t it getting uncomfortable for you?”

I blushed and asked “Um, you mean masturbate?”

Mum smiled “Yes, or if you want I could help you.”

My mind was racing as the implication of her words sank in. I was about to reply when dad returned “It’ll be about 30 minutes.”

He noticed the tension between the two of us and said “Did I interrupt something?”

“I was just telling Paul he should get some release.”

“Your mother’s right, it’s not good to stay hard for so long.”

I was blushing furiously and stood up muttering “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Jack, wait, don’t be embarrassed it’s perfectly normal and my offer still stands.”

I was tempted to accept but everything was happening too quickly, I shook my head “Thanks, maybe next time.”

I closed the bathroom door and stepped over to the toilet, raising the seat. I put some lotion in my hand and went to work. It felt strange touching myself with my parents just outside, knowing exactly what was going on, but I soon forgot about them and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. Images of my mother’s naked body flew through my mind and I imagined what it would feel like to have her touching me, would she use her hand or maybe even her mouth? My cock swelled and I moaned as my orgasm hit and I splattered a huge amount of ejaculate into the toilet bowl. I wiped down the errant drops that had hit the lid and seat and then flushed the evidence away. I washed my hands and used a towel to give myself a quick wipe between the legs before returning to the balcony.

I felt embarrassed as I joined my parents but, apart from a quick glance at my now flaccid penis, there was no other reaction. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. We talked about the resort facilities and they told me about what they’d seen so far. Amazingly, I totally forgot the fact that we were all sitting outside naked. A chime sounded and dad said “That must be our food!

He stood up and went inside, returning a few minutes later followed by a slim but curvy young woman pushing a trolley. I panicked for a moment as I realised she would see me naked and made to cover myself. Mum anticipated my reaction and put her hand on my knee, shaking her head and whispering “It’s OK Jack, don’t cover yourself.”

I forced myself to stay as I was and tried to relax. The girl introduced herself as Janet and smiled at us as she pushed a trolley between the sun loungers and then began to convert it into a table. I took the opportunity to study her more closely and realised she was very attractive. Her uniform consisted of a white, buttoned blouse and a rather short black skirt. Her ebony skin was smooth and glistened in the sunlight. As she bent over to retrieve a tray from within the trolley I caught a glimpse of the top of her untethered breasts. They were about the size of a small grapefruit and looked very appealing. If one more button of her shirt was undone I was sure I would have been able to see her nipples.

To my horror I felt the unstoppable onset of another erection as my penis rapidly antalya rus escort inflated. I knew that lying on the lounger would make it unmissable so I quickly sat up, hoping it would not be noticed as it lengthened between my legs. Janet was still busy and thankfully didn’t seem to be aware of my predicament. I observed as she crouched down to retrieve the lowest tray and was treated to a view up her short skirt. Her smooth, slim legs were parted slightly and I could make out the white lacy fabric of her knickers. My cock throbbed and I felt some pre-cum ooze from its tip.

As she stood holding the tray I saw her look at my crotch and smile slightly. I was sure she could see my boner and, although embarrassed, I was also excited by the fact that she was the second woman to see me this way. She continued working but I caught her glancing between my legs a few times and could also detect two obvious bumps in her shirt that I was sure hadn’t been visible earlier. When she was done, she smiled and wished us an enjoyable meal before taking her leave. My eyes followed her as she walked away and I found the view of her curvy bottom encased in in the tight skirt enchanting.

My dirty thoughts of what she would look like naked were interrupted by mum saying “Um, that looks tasty!”

I spun around to find her looking at the plate of food and not Janet’s bottom, despite this I was pretty sure her double entendre had been no accident. This was confirmed when she caught my eye and winked “Janet’s a very pretty girl.”

I blushed and nodded without replying. Dad joined us and we started eating. My burger was delicious and I wolfed it down in record time and then lay back to enjoy my drink. I’d totally forgotten about my erection until dad laughed and said “Wow, I must try the burger next time!”

I laughed and felt so comfortable with my exposure that I made my cock bob about by clenching my pelvic muscles. Mum almost chocked on her food as she laughed while eating and dad quickly handed her a glass of water. She drank rapidly and some of it dripped down her chin and onto her chest. I watched as the drops of water trickled down over the slight bump of her breast and then onto her nipple, tantalisingly hanging there for a moment before falling to her lap.

Dad had been watching the same thing and I held my breath as he leaned over and licked mum’s nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mum moaned and turned towards him, placing her hand on his head then breathlessly saying “Oh Philip!”

My penis throbbed and released some pre-cum as my parents got more and more intimate in my presence. After a few more sucks, dad pulled back drawing the breast out before he slowly let the engorged nub slip from between his lips. As her breast sprang back I was stunned to see her nipple was now bright red and almost twice the size of the other one. My mouth watered at the sight and I licked my lips wondering if I’d get the opportunity to do the same.

Mum’s face and chest were flushed as she playfully punched dad’s arm “You’re terrible Philip! Now I’m all hot and bothered like Jack!”

We all laughed again and I stretched, enjoying the feeling of absolute freedom. I never could have imagined I’d be so comfortable being naked around my parents and I already knew for a fact that this was a life changing holiday that could only get better. Mum and dad continued eating but they were definitely both acting frisky. There was a lot of touching, feeding each other and kissing and I was pretty sure both of them were getting very aroused. I enjoyed watching them and had to resist the urge to touch myself.

My suspicions were confirmed when they both stood. Dad had a raging boner and both mum’s nipples were erect and her smooth pussy lips looked engorged and moist. “You’ve got to excuse us Jack” said dad, taking mum’s hand and pulling her towards the room. Mum giggled and said “You can watch if you like!”

I was in shock at her suggestion but quickly stood and followed them. Mum was already lying on her back with dad’s face between her legs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and sat on the edge of my bed staring at them. Mum smiled at me but then closed and eyes and groaned in ecstasy. This was too much for me and I reached for my penis taking some of the liquid dripping from its tip and spreading it over my shaft.

Mum was now moaning continuously and wrapped her legs around dad’s back. She took hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled on them as her body shook. I started stroking in earnest and watched as she got closer and closer to her first peak, letting my cock go as it hit her. She screamed loudly and flopped about on the bed before collapsing and panting. Her legs unclasped and fell to the bed as she still shuddered with some aftershocks. Dad lifted his fluid soaked face from her crotch and sat back with his hard cock protruding before him.

Without acknowledging my presence, he took hold of mum’s spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he shuffled forwards. I looked closely belek escort as the tip of his penis made first contact with mum’s pussy. This was it, I was about to witness real sex! Some people may be put off at the thought of seeing their parents make love but not me. It was such a privilege to be allowed to observe the two people in the world that meant the most to me, sharing their love for each other.

Mum’s hand slid forwards and took hold of dad’s cock. She dipped it into her pink opening a few times, collecting some of her fluids, and then rubbed it over the small bump that I recognized as her clitoris. She moaned as she moved it back and forth making the small protrusion appear and disappear. It soon became too much for both of them and dad grunted as he pulled back slightly. Mum responded by moving his cock back to her leaking entrance and releasing it when it was snugly embedded.

I felt mum’s eyes on me as dad pushed forwards but I couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick shaft slowly disappearing within her. My hand resumed pleasuring my own penis as I imagined what it would feel like to penetrate a woman in this way. When dad was all the way in he paused and glanced at me smiling as he saw me stroking myself.

He turned back to mum and pulled out before thrusting in again. I could hear the slap of skin on skin and wet squishing sounds as he repeated this action over and over. Mum started making a kind of growling, purring sound that I’d never heard before. I was extremely erotic and my hand froze, squeezing my shaft tightly as I tried to avoid coming. The volume of the sounds increased as dad raised the tempo of his thrusts. My own crisis averted, I joined in and matched his rhythm as I pumped my own cock. I could tell from their actions that it wouldn’t be long and was proved correct as dad literally began bouncing up and down on mum in an uncontrolled frenzy.

Mum screamed loudly as her second orgasm hit and it was followed by the loud grunting of dad as he froze. His hips twitched as he unleashed his load deep within her. I felt my own orgasm approaching rapidly and jumped to my feet, releasing my cock just as it began to erupt. Considering I’d only come a short while earlier I was surprised by the volume and ferocity of my ejaculation. My cock bobbed up and down as it fired each volley of sperm across the floor between our beds with some even hitting my parents.

My penis remained hard as the last drops oozed out. This had been the greatest orgasm of my life and I stared in wonder as my dad pulled himself off mum. His flagging penis emerged bit by bit, coated in thick white juices and by the time his tip plopped out it was covered by his foreskin and followed by a river of semen. Mum’s pussy remained dilated and looked beautiful, I wanted nothing more than to plunge my face or penis into it but dad beat me to it. I watched with envy as his tongue stretched out, licking from the bottom to the top. Mum gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt his touch.

She started at dad and then looked at me with glassy eyes before they focused on my still erect penis. With a lazy smile on her face, she reached out towards me. I was too far away so I moved closer and once in range her hand grasped my sensitive cock. “Oh…” I gasped as I felt the first touch other than my own. It felt so different and so much better! When she collected some of the still dripping semen and massaged it over the tip I groaned loudly, causing dad to look up.

For a moment I thought he’d be angry seeing his wife touching his son in this way but he smiled and went back to work on mum with renewed vigour, keeping one eye on action. He must have done something right as mum squeezed my cock tightly and moaned “Oh, yes, Philip! Right there!”

She closed her eyes and her body shook in ecstasy. She looked so beautiful and I knew I would never tire of seeing her orgasm, I just wished I could be able to give her such pleasure someday. Her hand released me and she looked totally sated as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. Dad disengaged and looked at me with a grin on his wet face as he licked his lips. He crawled up next to mum and gave her a peck on the cheek before lying down beside her.

I stood looking at my parents as they lay before me and couldn’t get over the love and attraction I felt for them. It was such a privilege to have shared this moment and hoped I could be part of their love making again in the future. Mum smiled at me and shuffled closer to dad, patting the space on the bed next to her “Come and lie down Jack.”

I smiled and did as she asked. Once I was stretched out next to her she rolled onto her side and I felt a nipple touch my arm. She stroked my hair and said “Are you OK?”

I nodded “It was amazing!”

Both of them laughed and dad asked “Have you ever seen anyone make love before?”

“Only on the internet, this is totally different.”

“Better I hope!” said mum.

“Much better, I can’t believe it!”

Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek and draped one leg kepez escort over mine, her thigh bumped against my erection and I could feel her wet pussy on my leg as she said “You’re still so hard, didn’t you come?”

“I did but it was so exciting watching you I didn’t go soft!”

“Can I help you?”

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

Her hand moved from my head to my cock and she took hold of it and began to gently stroke up and down. “It feels different to yours Philip, the skin is somehow tighter.”

Dad’s head popped up over her shoulder observing her action with interest. He moved a hand onto her hip and slid closer.

I gasped as mum’s fingers moved over my sensitive and rather dry glans. Mum looked at me and said “Sorry, I think you need some lubrication!”

I was expecting her to stop but to my delight she leaned forwards and took the tip of my penis into her mouth. “Ahhhh” I groaned as her tongue lathed across my glans coating it with saliva. When she was done she lay down beside me again and resumed stroking my now slippery penis. Her technique was different to my own but I could tell she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t long before I was panting and thrusting up with my hips. Mum’s timing was impeccable and she squeezed my shaft tightly just as I climaxed. I could feel my penis throb as my third load of the day was shot through the compressed tubes high into the air.

I’d never ejaculated with such force before and it even seemed to impress my parents as both of them said “Wow!” simultaneously. The white fluid shot almost a metre into the air, hung there for a second and then relented to gravity and rained down over my belly, crotch and legs. The next shot was equally impressive with the third only oozing over mum’s hand. She relaxed her grip and my organ slowly tipped over as it began to soften. I watched as mum moved her hand to her mouth and carefully licked every drop of my semen from it. “Ummm, it tastes just like yours Philip, just a bit sweeter.”

I was even more surprised when her hand returned and her fingers scooped some more off my belly and then offered it to dad. He didn’t hesitate and sucked her fingers before saying “You’re right, it tastes really good.”

“How about we shower together and then go for a look around?” said Mum.

Dad and I were in agreement and we got off the bed together. Mum took my hand and then dads and pulled us into the bathroom. The large shower had plenty of space for all three of us. Mum started off washing me and it felt great having her rub shower gel all over me taking special care to wash my penis and even between my ass cheeks. When she was done I helped dad soap her up. He did her back and I took care of her front. It was the first opportunity I had to actually touch her properly and I loved the feeling of her soft slick skin beneath my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it almost as much as I was, especially when I played with her nipples and between her legs.

Of course my penis recovered and was fully erect again when the shower was over, dad laughed “Ah, the joy of youth, those were the days!”

We dried each other and then went outside to pack up the room service trolley. Even though it was performed naked with my parents, the mundane task made my erection fade and it was barely noticeable under my robe. After putting on hats and sun glasses we were good to go. We left the trolley outside our door and then headed for the lifts. I was nervous but excited at the same time as I realised I was soon to be naked amongst strangers. After having just experienced such intimacy with my parents this should be a walk in the park (excuse the pun!) and I was confident I could handle it.

My heartrate increased as we stepped out of the lift one level below the lobby. My parents led the way to a changing area with lockers operated using our room card. They quickly removed their robes and hung them up. “Come on son, time to get naked!” said dad as he waited for me to hand him my robe. I took a deep breath and removed my only covering. It felt strange standing in a semi-public place naked and I looked around nervously as dad grabbed some towels. Mum put her hand on my shoulder and said “Relax Jack, I promise you’ll enjoy this!”

I nodded and she asked “Do you want to visit the pool first or head for the beach?”

Thinking back to the photos I’d taken earlier of the pool, and the number of people I’d seen there, I opted for the beach thinking it would be less crowded. Mum took dad and me by the hand as we walked out of the building into the bright sunshine. We followed the signage to the beach and after about a minute encountered the first other guests. Mum squeezed my hand and whispered “Just relax” as they came closer.

With sunglasses hiding my eyes I was free to look closely. There were five of them walking towards the hotel and they seemed to be together. In the lead was a couple that looked to be in their fifties. The man was balding and rather overweight with a large patch of greying pubic hair above a rather small uncut penis and equally hairy, loosely dangling balls. His partner was more pleasant to look at. Her large breasts swung slightly as she walked and were topped by surprisingly small nipples. Between her legs she was hairless and her pussy was just a crack with no visible lips. Judging by their seamless tans and confident walk they were seasoned nudists.

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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.”

****

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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Outside the restaurant, I said, “Now we get you a little bit drunk.”

She guffawed. “You think I need help getting wild?”

There was a line of Taxis queued in front of a hotel on the same block, so we went over and stood in line. It was a short wait to get to the front. As the next cab was pulling up, I opened my shoulder bag and pulled out a bra and a pair of panties.

She looked at them with surprise as I shoved them into her hand, along with a twenty dollar bill. I leaned in quickly and whispered, “Put these on in the cab. Tell him to go to 45th and Lexington. There’s a bar there, Hutton’s. They let drunk girls dance on the bar. But you probably want to be wearing underwear. Now you have a place to tuck your ID card. And the bra is for… well… they collect bras.”

“You’re sending me to a meet-market?” She seemed excited by the prospect.

“Yeah. Go into Hutton’s, flirt and tease, drive everybody crazy. I’ll pretend not to know you.”

The hotel valet was holding the cab door for her, and eyeing her covetously. She held up the bra to eye level, and grimaced. “This is going to look a little dumb. I’m supposed to be bare under this dress.”

“Just close the dress up some. Probably people will think you’re strange, or they may feel a little sorry for you, being so desperate or out of touch. Besides, if you want, you can get out of it soon.”

She kissed me softly. “See? It’s about humiliating me.”

“Maybe a little,” I smiled.

She slid into the cab, all leg and chest and gleaming skin. The valet lingered over her as he held the door. She turned back and leaned past him, saying, “But I just thought of something. I don’t ever get humiliated anymore. How weird is that?”

The valet closed the door on her, and let out a big breath. “Dreamboat,” he told me.

I leapt into the next cab, and gave my cabby the same directions. It was almost a straight shoot to Hutton’s, so I knew the cabs would stay close to each other in traffic.

I kept my eye on Carol’s cab as we flitted through the traffic. We were pretty close for most of the trip, and I watched as Carol leaned back from talking to her driver. I couldn’t see much through their rear window, but I saw the back of her head, as her back straightened. I saw the straps come off her shoulders.

When her dress was off (I guessed), I saw her head dip down. For a fraction of a second, I caught the tips of her breasts, as she arched her back against the seat — pulling her panties up.

Then I saw her throw her head back and laugh. They were at a stoplight, and her cabby was turned around, talking to her. He had a big smile on his round face; he was a heavy man with curly red hair, and he seemed quite comfortable having a college co-ed changing clothes in the back of his cab.

Carol held up her bra in the spray of lights, and then shrugged into it. I’d picked it out earlier that day, with the underwear. They were both white and lacy. The bra was semi-sheer, fastening in front.

When we pulled up beside them for a moment, my cabby gave her a wolf-whistle. Of course he had noticed her.

“I wish there were more like her,” I said.

“Me too!” he sang, and laughed.

I watched as Carol slid out of her cab, and then tried to hand her money to the cab driver. He wouldn’t take it.

She spun on her toe, and stepped unwaveringly into the crowded bar.

The meet market

I paid my own cab driver (no freebies for me!), and got out. Though it was still quite early, the bar was packed, to the extent of spilling out into the roped-off area in front. There were tables and chairs on the sidewalk, all of it full of boisterous New York twenty-somethings. Handsome men and drop-dead gorgeous women in tight little outfits.

I eased into the crowd, and made my first priority the procurement of a pint of stout. Something I could sip for a long time before I had to visit the bar again. The bar was jam-packed, with a haze of cigarette smoke. Music was blasting in a continuous assault on the eardrums.

Carol was near the bar, already surrounded by several guys. Her bright blonde hair, piled in ringlets, was like a traffic light for guys. She could have entered wearing a turtle-neck sweater and jeans; they would have jumped on her no matter what she was wearing. Next to her open smile and friendly willingness to meet your eyes, the other girls in the bar seemed over-serious or even furtive. It goes to show, a willing smile is a lot more attractive than a showy outfit. But her outfit helped.

Someone had bought her a drink — it was something that she didn’t normally order for herself. She was shouting in people’s ears, and they were shouting in hers, leaning in over her. She’d fastened the brooch on her dress so it was tighter, but the V in front still, at times, pulled open to below the clip that fastened her bra in front.

The fact lara escort that she was finally wearing a bra didn’t seem to change men’s behavior in the slightest. When she leaned over, or twisted at the waist they still gawked in a way that was hilarious to watch. I started to understand Carol’s viewpoint, how going with or without a bra in daily life made little difference… guys stared no matter what.

I eased in closer, to try to listen to their conversation. When she noticed me there, I just pretended to be one of her admirers. The guys around her seemed to know each other, and they gave me the cold shoulder rather than talking to me. That was fine — I was content to play the solitary weirdo on the fringes.

“My name’s Easy,” she she seemed to be telling the guys. “E. Z.”

They all lit up at that. Three of them simultaneously leaned in to deliver bad jokes. They were in their zone: They were drunk enough that they knew they were immensely clever, and Carol was so pretty they knew she simply had to desire them.

Throughout the conversation, she built up more of a story. She told them she went to a city university, but didn’t say which. She told them she was pre-med. She told them she’d heard about this bar, where you could get your bra nailed to the wall if you took it off. She said she had some guy friends who were always trying to get her to come here, to Hutton’s.

“We’re always going out and getting drunk, and they always end up trying to get me here. I’m like, ‘I’ll dance anywhere. In a club, on top of a bar. I’m Easy!'”

They loved her. They asked, did she go out a lot?

“Oh, yes,” she laughed. “My family was really controlling, so when I finally got away to college, it’s like I’m on a mission!” She had everything but the all-girl Catholic high school.

“Is your name really Easy?” one of them asked.

“E.Z.” She spelled it out. “Elizabeth Zaftig Watkins.”

She continued, “But at school, everybody called me ‘Easy,’ and it stuck. I always wondered why, but the football team never told me.”

“You gonna lose your bra tonight?”

“Depends if there’s a good song!” She raised her arms, and started dancing to the music. Other people in the bar were grooving too, but there was no real dancing as such. In her tight ring of guys, she could do little more than gyrate in place. Her circle watched appreciatively.

One of them bravely reached out and snagged her dress with a finger. He pulled the V over her breasts open slightly, revealing the semi-sheer lace of her bra. He grinned suggestively at her, and she smiled back, still dancing. The guys craned their heads to see.

Thus far, she was only acting flirtatiously. Nothing a normal girl wouldn’t do. Who wouldn’t be flattered by a guy who couldn’t restrain himself from reaching out? Well — most girls, maybe. But Carol was unique.

I leaned in, shouting to be heard over the music. “You have got to be the hottest girl in here tonight!”

Her face lit up, and she smiled at me without any hint of recognition. “Thank you!” she cried, and leaned forward. She gave me a kiss on the lips.

I acted stunned, though I’d kind of expected it.

She spun back to her other friends, and started dancing again. “Sorry if I surprised you!” she yelled over her shoulder. “I get really kissy when I drink!”

“I think you’re beautiful too,” said the one who’d hooked her dress open. He seemed to be the smartest, or the least drunk. He caught on the quickest.

“Then — mwwwah!” She danced up and kissed him too.

Their reserve broke. As she gyrated around, their hands were on her back, her waist, or her cheek. They leaned in to talk to her, and often ended up kissing her cheek. Anybody who kissed her got kissed back, on the lips.

The lights were getting slowly dimmer as the crowd got wilder. A few girls in tight jeans and tighter tops were helped onto the bar. To raised hands and guttural screams, they twisted and spun among the glasses like go-go dancers. I watched them like a hawk — I was turned on by any public display, not just Carol’s. That’s how we’d gotten started, so long ago — by discussing the ripped-up jeans of a woman on the sidewalk in front of us.

One of the bar-dancers finally raised her shirt. The noise from the crowd redoubled in intensity. This caused the other girl to pull her shirt out of her jeans, and raise it up over her bra. The two of them shared a dynamic. They didn’t seem to know each other, but they fed off each other’s moves, each escalating as the other tried to catch up.

They had wide, loose smiles on their lips, their eyes were glazed — they weren’t seeing individuals in the crowd, just the crowd itself. The crowd’s attention was a strange, distorted feedback, which grew in each girl until their movements became jangly. The crowd was, in fact, controlling serik escort them. (This is my theory. I can only project.)

Then the first girl reached up and unsnapped her bra. It opened in front. It flew open, and there were her breasts, swaying unrestrained below her shirt. Whistles rose from the crowd.

So the other girl unfastened her bra, and slid it out of her shirt. She swung it over her head like a lasso. They looked so hot. If I’d been there alone, I’d’ve been ga-ga and speechless the whole night. I’d’ve returned to Hutton’s as a place of worship, alone, with a note-pad. I really am that desperate and uncool. Just by standing and watching, cheering and shouting, my febrile masculine brain could basically will women to strip in front of a massive audience.

I finally glanced over at Carol. She was rapt, staring at the bar-dancers with a sort of hungry expression, with an edge of something else — distain! She told me later: “It wasn’t hot seeing them half-naked up there. It was hot seeing how they had given control to a crowd of strangers. They were basically following directions up there. The first girl out of her bra — I saw her boyfriend telling her to do that. So there are others like us out there! Like a secret society!

“And,” she continued, “the girls weren’t nearly dirty enough. They missed out on so many opportunities. I mean, if you knew you’d be dancing on a bar, why would you wear jeans and not a skirt?”

Carol wasn’t noticing the guys around her. They were staring too — but they hadn’t forgotten the gorgeous blonde twisting around in their midst. She was dancing between two guys, and they were feeling her ass rock and sway as she moved. They were getting a pelvis-workout, as they held onto her and did the “man-dance”… rocking inertly as she did all the work.

Her hands were above her head, and as they shifted her around, their hands brushed over her breasts. A few times at first, and then for longer. Carol noticed not at all — not even when their hands were motionless and she was still dancing, basically rubbing her breasts across their hands.

As I watched, another guy came up behind her. In the press of the crowd, it was probably easy for her to dismiss it. He was standing much closer than he needed to, with his lap against her ass and his nose in her hair.

Carol was oblivious, or at least, she didn’t let on that she knew what was happening. Then I realized I was catching a glimpse of her daily life. The girl had no personal space anymore.

I marveled at her. For myself, I needed to actually like and feel comfortable with a person to even just say hello in the street. But Carol didn’t need anything at all before she could relax with people rubbing up against her and breathing on her. She didn’t need names, she didn’t need to converse, she didn’t even need to see a guy’s face. She seemed to have no boundaries at all, no trigger that engaged her defenses, no line that couldn’t be crossed.

She danced on, eyes fixed on the girls on the bar, while the three guys around her attached themselves to her swiveling body and copped merciless feels off her chest, ass, arms, stomach and thighs.

The girls on the bar finally got down. The braver one — she tossed her bra to one of the bartenders, to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. The bartender made a big production of lifting it above his head, and then hooking it on the back wall. The multi-color bras of other bar-dancers heavily festooned the wall and the rafters of the ceiling, making it look like a very strange coral reef.

Bar dancing

“Wow!” said Carol pointedly. “That looks like fun!”

Her circle was immediately interested.

“You want to go up there?” one asked.

“If the song is right, why not?” said Carol. “I think I should take this bra off… it doesn’t go with my dress.”

“But you’ll come back to us when you’re done?”

“If I can find you again,” she teased.

They (we, because I was sort of in the group) closed around her possessively. “We’ll keep track of you.”

She looked around at the masculine faces above her. Her face was open and without guile, but she still asked, “You really think I should go up?” (It was her pattern, asking over and over when she’d already decided.)

“Hell yeah!” said one guy.

“Do it, Easy! Do it!” cried another.

A new song was starting up — “(You) Rocked Me All Night Long” — seriously danceable. Carol studied the crowded bar, looking for the stairs (she later told me). Her new friends took her arms and lifted, basically propelling her forward. The bartenders saw her immediately, and pulled her onto the bar. With her hands on the bartender’s shoulders, she scooted up, getting the last boost from no less than three hands on her ass.

In less than five seconds, she was standing above the crowd, antalya escort giggling down at us. We were chanting, “Ea-sy! Ea-sy! Ea-sy!”

She half-closed her eyes and started swaying. The lights lit up her white silk dress, the wrap parting down her front as she twisted her shoulders. Her legs were apart, for added balance, with her elevated clogs planted firmly on the wood. She was so close to the track lighting, that the white silk seemed to glow. The white of her panties and bra reflected even more light, standing out in stark contrast to her darkly tanned skin. She looked like she was in lingerie. She looked otherworldly.

Soon the whole bar was screaming at her. The bartenders were working like machines at high speed, grabbing, un-topping, and sliding beers onto the counter, their eyes flickering up to her whenever possible. Money and liquor flowed across the counter-top, some even being passed between Carol’s muscle-y legs. A bar like this, with girls like Carol dancing on the counter, was a license to print money.

When the prelude stopped, the guitar and drums kicked in with a wall of sound. Carol began moving in earnest. I’d never seen her dance before, and she’d never dragged me out to a dance club. But I supposed girls might practice in front of the mirror — either that, or they’re born to it. But there are good dancers, and fucking incredible dancers.

Some women merely swivel their hips, gyrate, rock the shoulders: baseline dancing, entrancing enough when you add the T her toes clenched white in the clogs. She thrashed, she arched her back — stuff that, if I’d tried to do it, would give me severe muscle soreness the next morning. She never lost her balance. I didn’t know it then — but she was practicing at home. She was already practicing to become a stripper, even then.

In short, Carol was good, and we all wanted to bear her children. Like with the girls before her, people were reaching out to her legs. She couldn’t have taken a step, but that was okay, because navigating the crowded counter-top in her clogs would have broken the spell. She ignored the people directly below her, and how the dress split up her parted thighs.

She simply thrummed with the music, like a giant tuning fork for the whole bar, resonating with everybody’s libido.

Before long, everybody was chanting, “Bra! Bra! Bra!”

The word reached her, and her smile grew. She nodded, and suddenly flipped open her dress. The V of her dress caught on the outsides of her breasts, and she was now dancing with her top open.

The crowd’s cheering redoubled. It was a mad-house — I was getting pushed from behind, as people pressed forward to get closer to her. She was the whole package: the tiny dress that split up her thigh and down her front, the undergarments glowing underneath. Her pneumatic curves. She was eye-glue for every guy in the bar.

“Off! Off! Off!” we chanted.

One hand drifted to the bra’s clasp between her breasts. The crowd hooted and cheered. Carol was smiling broadly now, her huge gleaming smile that always made everybody love her. Her fingers twitched, and a hundred-fifty men screamed like they’d been stabbed.

Until then, nobody had been sure if she was just a tease, or would actually open her bra. The bra snapped open, and in a second she had it off and hanging from her hand. Her breasts swayed heavily in counter-time to her dancing, two perfectly-formed orbs completely lit by the lights above the bar. Nothing hidden, certainly not the hard little points of her pink nipples.

For the last minute-and-a-half of the song, she danced on the bar with her dress open over her chest. She half squatted to pass the bra to a bartender, who held it up for everybody to see. Hands stroked her thighs, and even plucked at the hem of her dress, until she stood again.

The song ended with Carol holding the hem of her dress in her hands, lifting it to her waist to the split uncovered the entirety of her underwear. The lines of the lacy panties, with the curves of her muscled stomach and the little detailed curves in the fabric over her vagina, made her snatch look so clean and enticing that I wanted to launch myself at her. Me and the rest of the world.

She dropped the hem, letting it slide over her legs, and stared down at the crowd, breathing hard. Everybody was cheering and shouting. She held out her arms to her friends, who stretched up to help her down. For a moment, she was crowd-surfing on the forest of hands. People were even holding up dollar bills to her, which made her laugh when she saw them.

Back on her feet in our little circle, there were still hands coming through to pat her on the back, stroke her hair. Fingers were running down her arms. It was close to impossible to tell where Carol ended and the hands began. Some of the admirers were holding out shots to her, the reward for bar-dancing.

She soon gave up trying to reach for the shots. She just put her hands above her head, and let herself get passed around from embrace to embrace, while anonymous hands poured the shots in her mouth. Little rivulets of vodka and tequila ran down her chin and neck, intercepted by the tongues of the guys around her.

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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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My gawd she looked gorgeous as she walked into the bar. I saw her the minute she hit the door.

She was wearing a very short white mini skirt with pleats like a schoolgirl skirt that flowed when she walked. Her long tanned legs were muscled in all the right places with soft tender looking thighs. She had on a pair of high-heeled sandals that did nothing more than to extenuate her sexy legs. She had on a pink silky blouse that was nearly sheer. As she walked, her tits undulated with each step. Her long brunette hair was wavy and shiny. Her make-up was enough to highlight her facial features without looking whorish. She had a complete air of confidence about her.

Every guy and several women in the bar were watching her. She knew she was sexy and desirable.

The best part is that she is my wife.

Caren and I have been married for nine years. About two years ago, we found that she liked showing her body to complete strangers and I enjoyed watching her do it.

It all started very innocently one night when we were meeting at a local bar for some drinks after work and then to dinner. I told her to meet me there about six and at the last minute, my boss came into my office and talked and talked. He finally left about six fifteen and I hurried to the bar to meet Caren. I tried calling on her cell phone to let her know I was running late but she did not pick up. I knew that at happy hour the bar was always very busy and raucous.

I arrived at about seven and my assumption was right. The bar was packed with business people like ourselves letting off some steam from the day.

I finally found Caren at the bar. She had guys hanging all over her. She was obviously enjoying the attention so I found a spot where she could not easily see me but where I could watch what was going on.

Caren had her back to the bar and those long sexy legs crossed in front of her. She was wearing a skirt that was not a mini but was short. Her blouse was a white fabric that had some transparency to it so it showed off the tops of her full breasts and her sexy lace bra.

She had a drink in each hand and a couple behind her at the bar. I’m sure she paid for none of them.

A couple of the guys kept touching her arm, shoulder, and hair as they flirted with her. She was doing her fair share of flirting back by laughing and giving those fuck me eyes to a few of them. Her skirt was slowly riding up on her legs further and further with each drink. The skirt was so high now that I could see her red panties from my position. I knew from experience that it was a sexy little g-string.

She suddenly looked at her watch and excused herself from her throng of admirers. She walked to the back of the bar and into the ladies room.

Suddenly I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Caren trying to call me. I got up and went outside to take the call. I missed the call before I got outside and called her back immediately.

“Hello” she answered.

“I’m so sorry. The boss came in and gave me a last minute assignment. I will probably be here another hour.” I lied.

“Well hurry. I’m getting bored sitting here alone.” She lied.

“I will hurry as fast as I can. Just stay there and have a few drinks.” I responded.

“Well Ok, as long as it won’t be too long.” She replied.

“I’ll be there in about an hour. I love you.” I said.

“I love you too. Bye.” She answered.

“Bye.” I said and flipped the phone closed.

I went back to my spot and waited for her to come out. When she did, it was noticeable that she had unbuttoned one to two buttons on her blouse. It was to the point that she called it “One button past decent.” The tops of her heaving breasts were now clearly visible above the buttons. When she leaned forward, the guys at the bar were getting a clear view of her 38DD tits straining inside the pretty white bra.

One guy then put his hand on her knee I’m sure to get her reaction. To even my disbelief there was none. She acted as if it was me putting my hand on her bare leg.

I wanted to get up, go over there, and put a stop to this. The only problem was that my cock was so hard that everyone in the place would have seen my hard cock tenting out the front of my slacks. I could not believe that watching my wife being a total flirt and having other guys flirting with and touching her bare leg would cause me to get so excited.

The guy on the other side of her seeing that his friend was copping a feel did not want to be left out so her put his arm around her shoulders and let his hand drape over her until his fingers were nearly touching the top of her breast.

She apparently then decided that this was going a little too far too fast. She was feeling no pain from the plethora of drinks that kept coming her way. When she excused herself again she slid off the bar stool and her skirt was pulled up so that the bottoms of her firm tight ass cheeks were showing. She pulled the skirt down and headed to the back of the bar again. I watched her enter the ladies room.

My phone again began aksu escort vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and Caren was showing on the caller id. I took my sport coat off and held it in my arms so that it covered my raging hard on and went back outside.

I called her back.

“Where are you? She asked.

“I’m still at work but almost done. I should be there in about forty five minutes.” I responded.

“That is what you said twenty minutes ago.” She said sounding pouty.

“I’m sorry but I am hurrying. Just relax and have another drink.” I pleaded.

“I am already almost drunk.” She let me know.

“I’m sure there are a lot of guys there buying you drinks aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yah, but I would really like for you to be here buying me drinks and getting me drunk so that you can take advantage of me later.” She said.

“Just let the guys ply you with drinks and I will take advantage of you later like I’m sure they are hoping will happen for them.” I said.

She pleaded, “Just hurry I really want to see you. I miss you.”

“I will be there shortly then we will go eat.” I responded.

“Ok, but hurry. Bye” she said.

I closed the phone and went back in before she came out of the rest room.

I could hardly believe my eyes when she came back out. She had removed her bra. Her large tits were freely gyrating with her walk. The blouse was sheer enough that when she passed through the lights you could see her areola and her nipples were poking into the fabric.

She sat back down on the stool and her unbridled breasts did not escape any of the guys standing around her. I was not sure that she had not even unbuttoned her blouse another button. She was sitting directly below a spotlight at the bar. Everyone in the place could plainly make out her tits under her blouse. I wondered if she was aware of how the light was making her top even more transparent. She uncrossed her legs in one direction and crossed them again in the other direction. I was certain that I caught a glimpse of her smooth pussy.

One of the guys then placed his hand on her leg but this time it was not her knee but her thigh. He must have figured the sudden lack of a bra was a go-ahead signal. He tried pushing his hand further up her thigh. He was very near the hem of her short skirt when thank goodness she put her hand on his.

She leaned to him and said something that I could not hear. He did not move his hand away but did stop his advance up her thigh.

The friend on the other side moved in closer and put his arm around her shoulders again. He was close enough that his hand was draped even further over her and his fingers were laying inside her open blouse and touching the top of her breast. He tried to move it further into her blouse and she was busy talking to the guy with his hand on her thigh and did not notice until he nearly had his fingers at her areola.

She quickly put her hand on his and patted it and I heard her say, “Bad boy.”

She used her hand to slide his back up to her shoulder.

My cock was raging hard but it was time for me to make my entrance. I used my jacket to cover up my hard on and snuck out the front door. I stood in the darkness for a moment letting my cock soften before going back in.

I walked into the bar and looked around for her as if I did not know where she was.

She saw me and waved.

I headed for her and when I got there, her attackers had backed off.

She jumped off the stool as her tits bounced inside her shirt.

She hugged me and kissed me, “I’m glad you’re here.”

She leaned into me as she was pretty drunk and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go. I have got to fuck you right now.”

I asked her, “What happened to your bra?”

She replied in slurred speech, “I wanted to surprise you. Now let’s go before I decide to fuck you right here.”

I put my arm around her, she gathered her purse, and waved bye to the guys she had been flirting with.

I could see the disappointment on their faces as Caren and I walked away. We went out the door and headed to the parking lot.

Caren turned to me, kissed me deeply, and nearly choked me with her tongue.

She said, “My gawd I am so fucking horny!”

When we arrived at the car, she turned me around with my back to the car. She leaned her petite body into me and I could feel her hot 38DD tits pressing into me. My cock got as hard as a rock.

She reached between us, felt my cock, and demanded, “Unlock the car.”

I hit the key fob and the doors unlocked. She reached for the back door and opened it.

“Get in now.” She ordered.

I crawled into the back seat and she was right behind me. She quickly closed the door and reached for my zipper. She pulled my cock out of my pants, dropped to my lap, and sucked the entire length of my cock into her mouth. I watched her devour my cock in the parking lot lights. She had never taken me this deep before. I rolled my head back onto the seat and enjoyed antalya escort the oral stimulation.

She quit sucking then climbed over me and straddled me. She reached for my cock and guided it into her extremely wet pussy. She sat down on my cock and she was so wet that when my cock entered her the excessive juices flowed onto my balls. She began grinding and squirming on my cock as she reached for her blouse and unbuttoned it all the way.

She then commanded, “Suck my nipples and suck them hard.”

I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, sucked hard on it, and let my teeth scrape across it.

Caren moaned, “OHHH FUCK YES!”

She began riding up and down on my cock as much as the confined space would allow.

I could feel the car bouncing up and down and heard, “Go man tap that pussy!”

I glanced back as a couple of guys walked by the car. Caren grinned as they looked in at her riding my cock. It seemed to make her even hotter if that was possible.

I put my hands on her tits, pinched, and squeezed her nipples to the point that I knew it had to be painful but Caren just moaned and kept fucking my cock.

I could tell I was not going to take this much longer as my balls tightened against my body. Caren also knew I was close so she sat completely down on my cock and began grinding back and forth causing my cock to make contact with her clit.

She moaned, “OHHH FUCK! Honey cum with me.”

I rolled my head back trying to hold on but the stimulation was too much.

“AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHH!” I groaned as my cock erupted inside her. She kept on grinding.

I felt her pussy tighten its grip on my cock and she began to quiver.

“OOOHHHH MY GAWD!” She exclaimed as her juices flooded my cock.

She leaned against me with her tits in my face. She was breathing heavily as was I. As she was still clutching me, I glanced over at the car next to us. I had not noticed that there were people in it.

“Ah Caren it seems we have an audience” I said into her ear.

She looked over at the couple and it was obvious that the woman was giving the guy a hand job from the motion of her hand. When we had finished her head disappeared into her man’s lap.

Caren laughed, “They must have liked the show.”

Caren pulled her blouse together and asked, “Are you ready to go eat?”

She climbed off my lap and I looked at my crotch.

“I don’t think I should go anywhere like this.” I replied.

She looked at my soaked crotch and pants then laughed.

“Ok, then lets go home and continue this.” She said.

I opened the back door and crawled out. I glanced into the car next to us and the woman was still sucking his cock. Her ass was in the air and he had leaned over her to finger her pussy and ass.

Caren got out of the car and saw what was happening then said, “Honey stop watching that is rude.”

“They watched us I figure turnabout is fair play.” I responded.

The guy saw us looking, pulled his finger from her pussy, and gave us a thumb up sign.

I told Caren to get in and I would take her to her car.

When we got home, we fucked into the wee hours of the morning.

The next morning I asked, “What the hell got into you last night? Not that I’m complaining mind you.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” she asked.

I was hoping she was going to tell me the truth because I wanted to let her know I was there and saw the whole thing.

She began, “I was sitting at the bar waiting for you and some of the guys there started buying me drinks. At first, I tried to decline but they just kept coming. Then several of them began moving in on me. They began talking to me and I kept drinking. I was getting pretty drunk and several of them kept making advances to me. They kept touching my bare leg and kept trying to cop feels of my tits and thighs. It made me so horny knowing that someone besides you wanted me that bad. One guy kept trying to work his hand under my skirt can you believe that?”

I then asked, “What happened to your bra and panties?”

“I kept going to the rest room to call you and was enjoying teasing them so much I decided to push it further. But, you were even later than I thought so it was getting pushed further than I had expected. I was glad you finally showed up. By that time I was so fucking horny I was going to fuck you right there at the bar.” She replied.

“What if I had not shown up when I did? How far would you have let it go?” I asked.

“I knew it had gone as far as I could let it. If you had not shown up when you did I was going to slip out.” She replied.

I asked, “Did you want to fuck them?”

“Oh no! I want to fuck only you. But, I will admit it was fun teasing them and soooooo very stimulating.” She replied.

“I have a confession to make.” I said.

She looked at me quizzically.

“I was there the whole time. I was watching you with them and each time you went to the ladies room and removed your bra and panties.” I said.

“WHAT?” antalya otele gelen escort She exclaimed.

“I will also admit that it made me very horny and made my cock hard watching you and watching the desire in the guys build. I enjoyed watching them peeking at your tits and trying to get their hands on you.” I confessed.

“You were there watching the whole time and just sat and watched? She asked.

“Yes, I was so turned on. I was also hoping that you were just playing catch and release.” I said.

“What is catch and release?” she asked.

“It is a fishing term meaning you catch the fish then let them loose back into the water.” I answered.

“What would you have done if I had not released and suddenly left with one or more of them?” She asked.

“I would not have let it go that far.” I answered.

“I continued, “Let’s just admit it. We both had a good time last night watching you tease and showoff.”

“It sure made for a fun night afterwards didn’t it?” she asked.

“Oh hell yes!” I responded.

She stared at the wall for a moment then asked, “Can we do it again?”

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That is how we got to tonight and me watching my beautiful sexy wife walking into a bar by herself.

She had called me at work and asked, “Can we go play catch and release tonight?”

We made the plans on how the night would go down. The game would be over when I heard her say, “My husband should be here any minute.”

Tonight she looked radiant. She went to the bar and selected a stool directly in front of where I was sitting. Her skirt was so short that her as I knew, naked ass was sitting on it. It did not take long after she had ordered a drink for another one to show up. The bartender pointed to a guy sitting at the end of the bar. He got up and walked to Caren.

“Can I join you?” he asked.

Caren replied, “Sure you bought me a drink so the least I can do is chat with you.”

He introduced himself and Caren in turn told him her name. Just then, another drink showed up and the bartender pointed to a guy sitting not far from me. Caren turned and nodded at him. He also got up and sat on the other side of her.

I thought wow these guys work fast. She had only been in the bar maybe ten minutes.

She turned her barstool so that she was facing me. She uncrossed her legs to let me see her pussy. My cock sprang to attention. She then re-crossed them and I could see her ass cheek beneath her skirt.

She continued casual conversation with the two men vying for her attention. I’m sure both of them were hoping they might get lucky with her.

She had about four drinks when one of them placed his hand on her knee. He was slick about it because he was telling her a story and I guess he felt it only seemed natural to touch her as he told his story.

As he was telling his story Caren looked at me and then at his hand on her knee and smiled. The guy on the other side took this opportunity to scoot his stool closer as if he was trying to listen to the story.

When he had finished his story, they all laughed but he did not remove his hand. He made it seem natural as he was laughing to move his hand to about mid thigh. Caren’s nipples got hard at this point.

She uncrossed her legs again and sat like that for a moment giving me a shot of her pussy. I was not sure but I thought I saw a glint of moisture on her pussy lips. Caren has always had a juicy pussy but teasing as she was now made her pussy nearly soaked.

The guys did not let the nipples go unnoticed. Caren was saying something and neither of them were looking at her face. The one was leaning forward so he could hear better but actually was drooling over her 38DD tits with the rock hard nipples.

One of the guys stood up and held out his hand. Caren took it and they headed to the dance floor. The DJ was playing some classic rock and they began to dance to it. Caren is an exceptional dancer and was really moving to the music. Her small flowing skirt was flaring out with her moves revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her unfettered tits were also moving with the music and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Her dance partner was not moving much and was taking in the sight of Caren’s body. Her body was drawing attention from everyone. The guys and gals at the bar were watching her dance.

The DJ then went to a more modern song and Caren began moving to it. She turned away from her partner and looked at me as she bent slightly over and was grinding her ass into his crotch. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him in a simulated fucking motion. Caren then twirled around and put her body next to his as she moved against his body.

She was beginning to perspire and her skin was glistening under the dance floor lights.

The DJ then slowed the music and her partner quickly pulled her to him. Their bodies were rubbing against one another as they danced. He put one hand on her hip and the other at her side. As the music continued, he slowly but surely let his hand slide onto her ass. His other hand was continually moving to the side of her breast.

Suddenly his hand was at the hem of her skirt. His fingers were lying against the flesh of her round little ass cheeks. His other hand was now nearly embracing the side of her breast. She did not bother to move either of them.

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

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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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Cindy was about to walk into a room of strangers wearing just a thong and high heels. Before she arrived in NYC Cindy had had only one boyfriend and was quite naive. So much had changed in such a short time. Cindy’s thoughts continued to drift back to her first week at the office. It was a week when she took a big leap forward in her career, a week that had changed her life forever.

When Cindy woke up for her 5th day of work, she was a bit overwhelmed by all that had happened over the previous four days. Her mind raced as she remembered how nervous she was on her first day, how she learned she would have to dress in very sexy outfits at work. She thought about how the men at the office had all seen so much of her body, how at various times had their hands all over her, and how she had kissed most of them. She thought of Tony, one of her bosses, who was very strict with her, and who had penetrated Cindy with his fingers on two occasions. Cindy was very wet as she lay in bed with these thoughts and she shuddered with anticipation at the thought of having to see Tony again that morning before the others arrived.

Finally Cindy thought of the previous day, when she had landed a new account by pleasing a new client in his office. Cindy felt a bit of shame as she remembered having the man’s small cock in her mouth, but quickly brightened as she remembered how pleased her colleague James was with her. The two of them had such a great time at dinner when James had taken her out to celebrate at a very nice steakhouse. The restaurant, where James dined often, had served her lots of wine even though she was not old enough to drink. The waiter had been very impressed with her little maid outfit. Finally, after dinner James had driven her to a quiet spot so they could be alone. He had her remove her outfit in the car, then fucked her from behind while she knelt on all fours for him.

Until last night, Cindy had only fucked one other man, her boyfriend back home. Although she had loved her boyfriend, she knew now he was an inferior lover. James had known just what to do to make her feel good. She loved feeling his big hands firmly on her hips as he thrust in and out of her. Before he left to return home to his wife, James had told her how beautiful she was. Cindy agreed that this should be their secret.

Cindy realized she had been daydreaming too long, and jumped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom for a shower. Her roommate Stephanie had seen her run out of her room and catcalled with questions abut where she had been last night. Cindy was embarrassed. She told Stephanie she was in a hurry, but Stephanie pushed for details. Cindy suggested she could buy Stephanie lunch since it was a half day (summer Friday) at the office. They agreed Stephanie would come by and they would head out then.

Cindy sprinted from the bus to work and arrived just before 8am. She knew Tony would not tolerate her being late. Cindy grabbed the outfit that had been chosen for her today. When Cindy had been told she would have to dress like a Hooters waitress on Friday she had almost protested, especially since the outfit did not include the stockings that all the Hooters girls wore. She had thought better of it, however, when she remembered that a key part of her role was to brighten the office. Cindy knew such an outfit was not normally appropriate for an office, but she had to follow the rules of this office while she got her career going.

Presently Cindy rushed into Tony’s office. He was sitting at his desk, wearing a blue suit. Tony was the only person at the office who insisted on wearing suits. Tony gave Cindy a condescending look.

“Perhaps you should knock first Cindy?”

Cindy laughed nervously, then saw that Tony was serious. She meekly went back to the door and knocked.

“Come in Cindy.” Tony said seriously.

Cindy walked over to the desk.

“So…tell me what you came here for Cindy.” Tony said looking her in the eyes.

“I…ummm…well you told me I should…to change her in the morning?” Cindy was genuinely confused.

Tony said nothing and Cindy nervously filled the silence. “So…I came here to change for you? I mean…into this outfit?”

Tony continued to look at her and Cindy felt even more awkward. “…or…whatever you tell me?”

Tony smiled a bit at that. “Good girl. You may change for me.”

Cindy thanked Tony, and as she did so she realized she was thanking her boss for being allowed to strip for him. She pulled off her shirt and pulled down her pants quickly so that she was standing in front of Tony in just a bra and panties. Cindy watched Tony carefully as he took her body in, trying hard to ensure she was doing as he wished.

Tony nodded slightly and Cindy took her Hooters shirt and pulled it over her head. It was extremely tight and she had a little difficulty getting it over her tits. When she did Tony spoke quietly, “The bra doesn’t work with that, you’ll have to do without.”

Cindy almost let muratpaşa escort out a sigh as she realized he was telling her she’d have to go bra-less at the office all day in this tight white shirt. She did as she was told though, lifting the shirt and removing the bra. Her pink nipples, currently very erect, were clearly visible through the shirt now, and Cindy shivered with the idea that she would be exposing them to all her colleagues throughout the day.

Cindy started to put the shorts on but even before she pulled them up she realized there was a problem. The shorts were so tiny that he panties were going to bunch up or show through them. Cindy chastised herself for not wearing a thong. She had meant to buy thongs given the office attire she was expected to wear, but she had been so darn busy.

Cindy pulled the shorts up and tried to make it work, but she knew it wasn’t going to.

“I…ummm…don’t think I can wear the panties under these” Cindy said softly.

Tony nodded the slightest encouragement for Cindy’s proactivity, and then watched as Cindy struggled to keep her balance while taking the shorts back off. Cindy took a breath in before removing her panties as well. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to being naked in front of her fully clothed boss like this.

“You look so good like that Cindy. Perhaps one day they will decide you don’t need an outfit at all.”

Cindy blushed on top of her existing blush. She paused before putting the shorts on as she could see Tony was enjoying taking her in. Finally she decided it would be ok to put the shorts on. She could feel how wet she was and knew Tony could see her pussy lips part as she put them over one leg, then the other. Cindy wondered if Tony would finger her again today. So far he had barely moved, he just watched her intently and impassively.

“Turn around for me.” Tony said calmly after Cindy had managed to put the shorts on. They were so tiny Cindy wondered if her cameltoe would be visible for everyone. She knew her ass was mostly exposed as she presented it to her boss.

“Oh, they are going to love you today in this Cindy.” Tony said as he stroked her ass cheek. Cindy shook with anticipation as she felt her boss’ hand on her.

“Why don’t you…” Tony was interrupted by a quick knock on the office door, then the door swung open.

“Tony!” a well dressed man Cindy have never seen exclaimed. “Nobody was her so I let myself in. I see you have your hands full.”

Tony’s hands were still on Cindy’s bottom. Cindy reflexively pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Ben, you’re early.” Tony said. “This is Cindy.”

Ben put his hand out and Cindy shook it awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you doll. Bit early for wings.”

Cindy stared blankly at Ben. He was older than Tony but tall, fit and attractive. He smirked at her with confidence. Cindy noticed Ben was looking at her tits and finally realized he was referring to her Hooters outfit. She laughed nervously at his joke.

“Cindy, I’ll need you to step out so Ben and I can meet, but first why don’t you give him a proper hug. I heard you can be quite affectionate.”

Cindy wasn’t sure what exactly Tony had ‘heard’, but she saw Ben smiling and waiting for a hug and obediently fell into his arms. The man who had known her for all of 60 seconds proceeded to pull her close and help himself to grope the same ass cheeks he saw Tony stroking moments ago. Cindy could feel Ben’s hardness push against her, and impulsively pushed herself against him. She which was already very wet and felt confused by how fast things were happening. Cindy buried her face in the man’s chest as she tried to shake the thoughts in her head.

Ben seemed to take Cindy’s reactions as an invitation. He roughly put one big hand down her shorts and took all of one ass cheek in it. Cindy yelped involuntarily. She wanted to pull away immediately, but a small part of her was anxious to see what would happen next so she stayed pushed against him. Suddenly they all heard Ed whistling in the hallway. The door was shut but Cindy’s heart beat fast, as if she might be caught doing something wrong.

“Ben, I think that’s enough affection for you!” Tony said, more animated than usual.

Ben released Cindy reluctantly and Tony told her she should get to work. Cindy scrambled to gather her clothes and picked up her shoes. She realized her shorts were still lowered and awkwardly reached back to pull them off before she thanked Tony and Ben and left.

Cindy walked barefoot towards her cubicle, but Ed saw her before she got there.

“Good morning darling, you’re in a bit early!”

Cindy stammered a little and could feel her face flush.

“Wow, you look very pretty in that Cindy!” Ed said while eyeing her up and down. Aren’t we lucky to have a girl like you working for us?”

“Thank you Ed”, Cindy said gratefully. She added hesitantly, “I…ummm…still antalya anal yapan escort have to get used to these outfits.”

“Aww, you look great in it darling. You might want to wear shoes though!”

Cindy blushed brighter as Ed continued. “You really are a doll. Cindy, would you mind helping out Junior when he gets in?”

“Of course” Cindy answered, eager as always to please. “What does he need?”

“He needs to learn about how to treat a woman!” Ed exclaimed. “Why don’t both of you drop by my office when he gets in?”

Ed didn’t wait for an answer, he simply patted Cindy on her bum and walked away to his office.

Cindy finally got to her cubicle and caught her breath. The day was off to another adventurous start she thought to herself. Although she has dressed in some pretty revealing outfits since joining the company Monday, Cindy felt even more naked today as she looked down and saw her nipples protruding through her tight t shirt and her bare legs. Cindy closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence, and tried to remember the meditation she had once learned in yoga class. Some minutes passed but she could not focus. Cindy realized she was still barefoot so she put her sneakers on, then bent over to put her clothes away in a drawer.

Cindy heard a whistle, then a “Wow!”

She turned her head and saw Danny walking in, looking right at her ass, taking a picture with his phone. Cindy realized she was exposing most of her ass cheeks in the tiny orange shorts as she bent over. She wondered if he could see she wasn’t wearing panties. God, she was wet. She would have to be more careful today.

“Give me a hug little one.” Danny said as Cindy stood up.

Cindy didn’t hesitate. In her fifth day she had a pretty good idea of the expectations in the office. She walked over and embraced Danny. Although he had called her little, she was actually taller than his five feet of height and Danny’s head rested on the top of her tits when she held him. Cindy allowed him to grope both her ass cheeks as he told her how sexy she looked.

“Cindy, you’re so sweet, I wish…”

Danny was interrupted by Ed Jr. arriving. Ed looked rather disheveled in a sports jacket too big for him.

“Morning Danny, morning Cindy.”

He looked at Cindy and began to stammer as he checked out her legs and saw Danny’s hand on her bottom.

“I…ummm…”

“Oh, Ed, your father wants to see you. Us actually.”

Ed looked concerned, Danny looked disappointed. Ed followed Cindy down the hall to his father’s office rather like a child going to see the principal.

“Junior! Glad you could make it in boy!”

Ed Junior mumbled something Cindy couldn’t understand and shook his father’s hand. Ed tousled his 18 year old son’s hair.

“This boy Cindy…he is all his mama’s!”

Cindy was quiet, unsure what to say.

“He hasn’t had a date for months, he has no way with the ladies” Ed said with some derision in his voice. He brightened, “Junior, Cindy has agreed to help you out. Lucky you, right?”

Father and son both eyed Cindy up and down. Cindy shuffled her feet as she stood before him in her tiny shorts and tight t shirt. The boy nodded as he stared at Cindy’s tits longingly.

Cindy felt herself getting wet again. She didn’t want either of these men…but there was something about the way they were looking that excited her. She knew that all the men in the office enjoyed seeing her in the little outfits, but it occurred to her that they all…wanted her. They were experienced businessmen, but she realized that they were probably fantasizing about her. Cindy was glad she had something that would help her boost her career. Her thoughts went to last night in James’ car, but she felt herself getting wetter and tried to stop the thoughts. She realized that while she had been daydreaming she had been asked a question by Ed and tried to replay it in her head. She knew he was waiting for an answer so she smiled and nodded.

“Good…thank you Cindy. OK Junior, show her how you would kiss her.”

Cindy was a little surprised, but she let Junior clumsily and tentatively take her in his arms and push his lips against hers. Ed Junior did not grope her ass, but he was a poor kisser. He kept his mouth mostly closed and pushed too hard. When he pulled away Cindy rolled her eyes slightly without thinking about it.

“Ok, no need to even ask her. Junior, that was a terrible kiss. Cindy, do you mind if I show him how it’s done?”

Cindy could hardly refuse now, so she nodded sweetly. The older man held out his hand and when Cindy took it he pulled her against him. Ed was very confident, and when he leaned in to make out with Cindy it was immediately obvious he knew what he was doing. Cindy closed her eyes and imagined James kissing her again. Ed took the opportunity to run his hands over Cindy’s much handled ass cheeks. Finally he broke antalya merkez escort the kiss.

“Were you watching Junior? I can tell you Cindy knows how to kiss…maybe let her lead.”

Junior walked over to Cindy who was still a little disoriented by the first swap in partners. He looked down at her, and she realized he did indeed want her to lead. Cindy again imagined the boy was James as she put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him. Cindy gave him a little tongue and he opened his mouth obligingly. Cindy imagined she was James and the boy was her and she kissed him a bit more aggressively. She felt his hard cock now pressing into her and reflectively stopped the kiss and stepped away.

“Wow,” the older man remarked as Cindy looked at the boy’s wide eyes. “Didn’t we get you a good teacher Junior?”

Junior stammered ascent and the man noted the tent in the boy’s pants with a laugh. “Ah, Cindy, you might have to take care of that for the poor kid.”

Cindy froze, wondering if she understood the man correctly.

“Oh, and I should have said, this is not company business, just a personal favor. I’ll give you a little extra for your help.”

Cindy thanked him, but she was wondering if he meant for the kissing lesson or something more.

“Well, take it out for her boy. Cindy’s a good girl she’s not going to help you out if you just stand there waiting.”

Cindy noticed the Eddie’s hands were shaking a little as he unzipped his ill-fitting pants and took out a fairly impressive sized cock. Cindy felt bad for him, and didn’t want to humiliate him in front of his father. She sighed a small sigh and reached down to grab the boy’s cock.

Cindy felt confident giving a hand-job. She had given her boyfriend almost twenty before she finally let him fuck her. Cindy felt wistful for a moment remembering her old boyfriend, and she wondered what he was doing back in Eureka. She decided that she would imagine jacking off her boyfriend rather than Eddie, and that she would imagine they were back in his car, rather than an office with a father watching.

Cindy pumped from the shaft the way she knew her boyfriend liked it. She spit on her hand to make it slide easier just like she had back home. Gosh, was it really wasn’t that long ago. She was just getting into a nice, slow rhythm when she realized Junior was about to spurt. Cindy instinctively pointed the cock away from her, and the boy came in spasms on to the floor.

Despite not having to overly exert herself, Cindy was a little out of breath as she released Junior’s cock and stood up. Junior thanked Cindy sincerely, then scrambled to clean up his mess with some kleenex from his father’s desk.

“My Cindy, you are much better at this than I imagined. Watching you in that little outfit has got me rather excited as well. Would you mind?”

Cindy was taken aback. She wondered for a moment what would happen if she refused. She was doing so well with her career at this company and she certainly didn’t want to lose the opportunity. But she couldn’t give out handjobs all day. She convinced herself that this was a special occasion. She should probably understand that Ed would get worked up after kissing her then watching her bend over in the tiny shorts to give a handjob. Perhaps as she was at the company longer they would allow her to wear more sophisticated outfits.

Cindy told Ed that she would be glad to help if he needed and Ed quickly took his cock out of his pants. Cindy noted how it was similar to his son’s. Not as hard though. Cindy walked over and when she squeezed it she saw it harden a little immediately. Ed’s cock was thicker than his son’s, more like James’. Cindy spit on her hand and stroked the way she had taught herself to. Ed reinforced her actions with moans. Cindy stroked it back and forth. She was not imagining she was somewhere else, she was very aware that she was bent over in a tiny outfit, with her boss’ cock in her hands. Ed seemed to be enjoying, but she could feel him softening when she slowed. Cindy sped up but after a while that also failed and he began to soften in her little hand. Cindy remembered this had happened with her teacher in high school and realized what she had to do. She knelt before her boss and took his cock into her mouth. Ed became fully hard immediately. Cindy closed her eyes to remember what it was like when she gave her first blow job to her teacher after class one late afternoon. He had been very patient with her, teaching her exactly how he wanted it. Cindy remembered hearing her classmates outside while she had been on her knees with their teacher. She tried to remember how many times she had done this. She had never told anybody, especially her boyfriend. It had been a secret, just like with James, she thought.

Suddenly she realized Ed was about to cum. Cindy knew from her teacher that she should swallow it all, and she tried her best as her boss grabbed her hair and began shooting into her mouth. She choked a little but managed to get it all. Ed finally pulled out and Cindy stayed on her knees a moment, trying to ground herself.

Cindy, you are the best.” Ed said. “We are so lucky to have you here.”

Ed reached down and helped her up. He was always a gentleman Cindy thought. Her boyfriend was much less sophisticated than the men in New York, and never even held the door for her.

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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.

*****

“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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