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It was a bit longer before I noticed my display piece back to its original resting place. Along with its return two others had made their escape.

Though I tried my hardest I still was never able to see her take these, even with my careful eyes watching them all day.

Much like I had done previously, I grabbed the note upon noticing it, eager with what story awaits. I sat down with the first brew of the day to read the story this strange girl left behind. Realizing I don’t yet know her name, but maybe it should remain that way. I decided I would give her the nickname “Ms. Black” because when I did see her, the order was always simply a black coffee.

After my first sip I dove into the story:

Ms. Black:

I obtained a briefcase for this adventure, one much heavier than I anticipated. But it was able to contain a lot inside. There was a few weird items, sun dress, some locks, a portable sex machine and some sunscreen?

The first step of the instructions were quite clear: “Make sure the enclosure is fully charged before you start. Then find a place with plenty of sunlight where you don’t mind sitting for a while. I chose a bench in the park not far from a coffee shop I quite enjoy.

Owner: “What a tease this girl! Picking the park so close to here!”

Part 2 of the instructions and the setup to the predicament started to unfold, literally.

I unfolded the briefcase and inside was a portable sex machine, I didn’t know these existed but I was pleasantly surprised. I was already wearing the sun dress with nothing underneath. The setup was surprisingly quick and I lubed up the shaft which I was guessing was going inside me at this point. I could more or less see where this was going.

My bench had wide enough gaps that the phallus could slide right in between but still leave me covered. I would have been proud of my setup if there wasn’t already a diagram depicting this. But I was ready for the final set of instructions part 3.

It started off with a rather simple command of edging once to get myself warmed up.The location I was at barely got foot traffic so this was quite easy to do. I lifted the dress that was provided and slowly started to get my juices flowing. Grinding ever so slightly on the dildo, starting to crave it inside me. Eventually I reached my edge and decided to hurry up with the setup. Reading on and removing the provided items were 5 blue pads and some electronic bike locks from last time. I’m all too aware of what they do now, but I’ve come this far for a reason.

One lock around my thighs and another around my waist. I was locked in the bench now, the first lock was covered by my lower dress, and the waist lock conveniently covered by the tiered layer of this sundress. All that remained were these pads, 2 circular and 2 rectangular, each had wires that magnetically attached to my machine below me. They were labeled to eliminate any confusion, thigh 1, thigh 2, nipple 1, nipple 2.

“Oooh these are those shocking things! E-stim I think?”

I was sure I would quickly be shocked or tortured throughout my stay here, although it was not my thing but I was already locked in place and along for the ride.

I put the pads on connected each wire and covered myself to look like any other girl enjoying the park bench.

The on button was something I could tap with my foot and the last portion of the note read:

“Start, and get free in time”

Ok? This left me a bit curious, but I liked discovering in the moment my ordeal. As I clicked the button I heard a slight hum and the machine slowly sent a singular thrust deep inside me. Probably deeper than I wanted considering I could not move, but I was already locked in place.

However it stopped after only 1 thrust leaving me a bit bewildered, as I somewhat expected to be fucked for hours until I’m begging to stop. Yet that’s not what I got, Not even the E-stim were running which I found odd. I searched the notes to see if I missed something as my hands were still free, nothing in the bag but some sunscreen I had forgotten to apply. I applied some to my arms and faces, and as much of my legs as I could reach as I wasn’t sure how long I would remain here.

Rubbing some on my chest as well since the sundress had a deep plunge showing a lot of clevage.I was carefully not to bump the wires but as I carelessly applied my sunscreen I exposed my breasts a bit more than I was planning tokat escort also exposing the pad I had around my nipples. No harm done of course, but the familiar hum had returned as another deep thrust was unexpectedly sent into me.

As I took it inside me once again I soon realized what this was all about, my “Sun” dress, the “Sun screen”, and the “Sunny” spot in the park, were all a hint! Upon closer inspection I realized these were not e-stim pads but very flexible solar panels.

The term “get free in time” now started to ring some bells. My experience with the locks told me that they could be released when a signal was sent. But it’s not clear when or how to be sent and the only effect I seemed to have was providing power through the pads I had on.

With only one way to impact my predicament I decided I’ll just have to make sure these pads get sunlight which means…leaving myself exposed on this bench! I started by lifting up my dress, up to my waist and sure enough the fucking machine started to get into a slow rythm, the low hum now starting to fill my ears. The sounds of nature starting to fade and me blissfully wanting more now that I knew how to win.

Once I got comfortable I exposed my breasts, making sure they had full sunlight and as expected the machine sped up more. Pounding me so deeply it gave me no chance to escape. I started to squirm as my first orgasm was fast approaching, I leaned forward on accident covering my thigh pads and lowered the intensity edging myself, quickly becoming frustrated. I pulled the dress as high as it could go and put my hands to the side. I needed to cum really badly.

The speed of the pounding continued to increase, I started to let moans slip out, my animalistic sounds quieting the birds chirping around me. My orgasm was overwhelming and with no way to escape I came with it buried deep inside me. I started to shutter, and cover myself again. The thrusting continued for a while after, as I guess I had given it some charge to continue. It barely let me enjoy the orgasm. It started to slow down once again and I regained my composure only to realize I had no idea how I was to eventually get free. “Get free in time” but there was only one thing I could do. What time factor could there be? I was still horny and thinking was beyond me. I lifted my dress again, luckily not seeing a soul so far. I exposed my breasts and let the machine ram into me once again timing my orgasm much better.

My mind was slightly clearer but my body was no more free, I decided I could just remove the pads, make them exposed to the sun all the time! But that would never give me a break from the machine, and even when trying it didn’t work like I expected. I’m sure there was some other trick preventing me from changing it up.

Owner: They measured resistance of the skin when the on button was pressed meaning the device would only work where the pads were first placed and additionally not work on places where the sunscreen was applied earlier.

Why…am I thinking…there is only one thing I can do, so I should just do it! I let my tits get some sun and pulled my dress up for the final time, and let the machine take me! I’m not sure how long I would be here but I decided I should enjoy my time.

As the sun reached its peaked the machine was really humming I was getting no breaks with these really deep fucks! Cumming so hard I didn’t even have time to squirt as the dildo never left my pussy long enough for me to explode. I just kept cumming in my secluded corner of the park. I was growing exhausted as I had orgasm after orgasm when nearing what I thought would be my 23rd one, but as I approached my next climax the dildo slowed down to a halt leaving me beyond desperate.

I checked my locks but they were tight, I wasn’t done, I checked the pads were exposed, but I realized I was missing an important thing for this…the sun. A cloud had rolled in covering up the rays providing my pleasure. I was thankful for the break as I was reaching an unbearable level of pleasure but looking at the sky it could be a while before I would get to cum again.

Oh fuck…”Get free in time” had nothing to do with just sitting here. I was racing against clouds and the sun setting behind the trees. Now overcast in doubt and also in a literal sense, I was not sure I gave myself enough time to beat this, I looked up panicking for a gap in the clouds. yozgat escort Praying the sun would peak back out soon. I waited patiently for the gap to reappear and as it did the hum of the machine returned. My gaze was fixed upwards towards the sky, hands to my side body exposed, maximizing every second I could once again be bathed in light!

But through my moans and the hum of the machine I heard chatter, my secluded path was no longer secluded and I could see some people approaching in the distance. I had never been here during this time of day so maybe it got more foot traffic than I originally guessed.

I held on for as long as I could before finally covering my body! A sweaty mess on the bench and the dildo still having some charge to continue thrusting deep as 3 women who seemed to be a group of friends all walked as slow as could be. The dildo finally slowed down at the very end of its thrust, Feeling every bit of it inside me, riding an edge and casually waving and making eye contact as they passed. The shame I felt was too much and I came once again with the dildo buried deep, it being completely stopped this time letting me briefly squirt! The sound of my liquids hitting the ground alerting one of the women to turn around. Sadly there was no way I could hide the expression on my face at that time, mid orgasm and finally getting a bit of release. I didn’t even wait until they were out of view to expose my thighs and breasts again.

My orgasms were now growing a lot more intense! I was now scanning the park and the sky covering myself when cloudy and exposing myself when there was sun, and a mix when there was a passerby.

I noticed the thrusting had grown faster over time, meaning I must be doing something right. My only solace that I could get free in time! Each orgasm now was making me shutter uncontrollably and lose sense of my surroundings. Without warning a man jogging approached and I had no way of even hiding what I was doing at the moment. Luckily he seemed more focused on his run than on the girl getting pounded into on the park trail. My luck was short lived though, as another older gentleman showed up right after. Slowly walking right up the trail, I prayed he wouldn’t stop at my bench to read the newspaper he had in his hand. Sure enough, he slowed down as he approached me and gave me a quick smile before sitting on the opposite end to start reading.

I didn’t think people still read the newspaper in such a manner. It was still midday, but the cloud cover and the treeline were not going to offer much time for me to finish the task. Not successfully at least. Would the sun set before I could finish, would I be on this bench all night? Would I ever get free? Would this man ever leave?! I had too many thoughts while evaluating my current life choices.

I knew one thing for certain:If I didn’t act now I would be here for a lot longer. The idea had already creeped into my mind, “do it, he won’t notice”. My hands began moving on their own as if compelled to follow my fantasies. As slowly as I could lift my dress, so the sun rays could once again kiss my skin. The slight hummm starting again and me slowly feeling the dildo thrusting in and out of me. Much more aware of the sound and my body with someone so close to me. Nothing prepared me for the orgrasm that was approaching, this man had no idea a slut was getting pounded as deep as she could handle only 2 meters away. Even with my exhaustion I felt this orgasm build up like a wave ready to crash into shore, and it was equally as drenching.

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Fuck! I came so hard, shaking and covering my mouth, It was pure bliss.

I had finally gotten there, this was it, this is what I wanted. As surreptitiously as I could I exposed my upper body, hoping the newspaper was more interesting than what I had chosen to do with my evening! My nipples now once again exposed to the sun, letting the rhythm increase even more! My pleasure further increased, as my orgasms were now blending together! The oblivious stranger who was sharing my bench was now the biggest contributor to my pleasure. I no longer was vexed by their presence and instead welcomed him!

I kept my movements as slow as I could as I brought my hand to my mouth to stifle my moans. I was far louder than the machine but doing my best to go unnoticed. Losing my sense of self as I rolled from one orgasm to the next, zonguldak escort keeping a close eye on my visitor to make sure they weren’t altered to my deeds.

But I was far too drunk as I must have given him too much of my focus, as in front of me was a completely different stranger was now watching my display.

I couldn’t contain my reaction and I let an audible “eep” escape my mouth. Making clear I was up to no good. The stranger stopped in their tracks wondering why I had not chosen to cover up, but the current orgasm rendered me useless. I was shaking what felt like the entire bench as I held eye contact with this man while I was getting pounded so deeply! The shame I felt as each thrust was continuing to stretch me out while my eyes were locked with this stranger.

As the look on the stranger’s face seemed to become wise to my exploits the sun began to fade. While the thrusting did not stop entirely this small reprieve allowed me the strength to cover myself once again and hang my head in shame. Looking down to the side seeing even the old man was now curious as to what was going on. If those locks weren’t keeping me in place I would have surely bolted by now.

I was beyond mortified and looked up once again to see the stranger had yet to move, still confused by my show. As I looked towards the sky which must have made me look even more odd, I saw the clouds were even more unforgiving. The sun would not be around much longer, the incoming clouds and the treeline would soon obscure me and I would be here much longer than I wanted. It seemed my last bit of sun was right now for the next 15 minutes or so and I already had an audience.

I couldn’t bare anymore I was fucked so raw, and pussy pounded so deeply for what felt like hours. I felt so much shame even if I was currently clothed. This was a real predicament with only one thing I could do…and in that moment. Thinking with these kinky devices has always been my enemy. My options were to expose myself to a stranger who has already seen you at your worst, or stay here all night…My decision was made!

“Fuck it!”

I closed my eyes and pulled my sundress as high as it could be basically around my waist, while lowering the sun dress to do the same. Now just a piece of yellow fabric around my stomach and caution thrown to the wind! The sun rays seemed higher than ever as the machine did not give me a break. Fucked so hard, so deep, so good. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I wanted to do anything I could to avoid being here all night or longer. The machine absolutely robbed me of my senses, each orgasm more intense. No time to enjoy it before continuing into the next one, the thrusting never stopping or giving me a break! I knew I had spectators but I didn’t dare look. Ashamed to admit the knowledge of an audience made it hotter. I was in heaven.

My orgasms growing so intense I eventually had no choice but to open my eyes, seeing that sure enough the two men were watching in awe as I writhed in pleasure! It was too much. I had to squirt again but the dildo never left long enough to let it happen. I felt like I was about to explode! I suddenly felt the vibrator slow down to almost a halt buried as deep in me as it could be. Giving me the most intense mind blowing orgasm with absolutely no motion at all, just the raw sensation of being completely filled.

The sun was still out and yet the toy had stopped, but before completing that thought I heard the familiar click of the locks. I was free! But I was a complete mess, even with the locks undone I couldn’t just get up and give away what was happening to me the entire time. My mind was filled with as many thoughts as my pussy was with silicone.

I gathered myself and my shame and decided to make as quick and graceful an exit as I could. Gathering all my things, and hanging my head in shame as I gave an apologetic wave as I carried away all my things except my dignity which will forever remain on that bench in the park.

-P

Intensity 9

Creativity 9

Fun 8

Owner:

I felt compelled to go take a walk in the park and re-read this note, but the shop was soon to open to patrons once again. Ms. Black had outdone herself with this note. Little did she know there was more tech in that box than she realized and in addition to checking for sun it also looked at the weather and time. It was set to release her regardless but she seemed to enjoy the mind games.

I knew that if she enjoyed this one, the next two would surely give her a good time. I saw the line beginning to form outside signaling the beginning of my work day. I replaced the note and opened the shop hoping Ms. Black would return soon for more than just her regular order.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Authors Note: Thanks to ChiefHal for his proofreading assistance.

The Saturday afternoon traffic wasn’t all that bad, but it still took almost half an hour before we finally made it home. It was funny. There were lots of times in the past years that I’d fantasized about my wife sitting in the passenger seat naked, teasing me as we drove down the road. Now, here I was, with Liang completely nude, her feet on the dashboard, doing just that. She had her knees spread so that her pussy was completely exposed, not just to me, but also to anyone driving next to us, which seemed to make her even more turned on. At one stop light, there was a truck driver sitting next to us where he could easily look down into her seat and see everything. As we sat, waiting for the light, she pushed the fingers that had been gently teasing her lips, deep into herself. She plunged them in and out frantically, her other hand pulling her nipples, until she suddenly spasmed and sprayed a huge squirt of her juices all over the passenger side dashboard. Again, I’d fantasized about my wife doing something like that to tease me, but here I was, with another woman, doing exactly that.

“That better.” She whispered, as she went back to gently stroking herself, both her pussy and her nipples. I wasn’t at all sure what to think, the incident both turning me on like crazy, and made me feel very self-conscious and even somewhat protective of her, maybe even a little bit embarrassed. I had plenty of time to see her toying with herself as we drove. We finally arrived home and she climbed out wearing nothing but the new pair of sandals that I bought her for the camping trip. She seemed completely at ease, no that isn’t right, she seemed to be completely enjoying being completely nude, even though she was in full view of a number of people in the neighborhood, outside in their yards. I actually felt embarrassed, and I didn’t know why. I helped unload her packages from the car and then led her into the house and away from prying eyes.

I gave her a tour of the house, showing her each room, and the back yard, before we ended up in the master bedroom. “Now we have sex?” She asked, as she turned to me and started to undress me. “I am very turned on. You turned on much too?”

“I am.” I agreed, as I let her undo my shorts. It didn’t take her long before she had me naked and we were laying on the bed, embracing, with her laying mostly on top of me. We kissed for a long time, soft, delicate, kisses. Nothing rushed, nothing forceful, just soft and gentle. I had to admit, it had been a very long time since my wife and I had kissed this way, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from thinking about her, even while Liang was kissing me and playing with my dick.

“What is it wrong?” She asked softly.

“Why do you think something’s wrong?”

She shook her head and squeezed my semi-hard dick. “You not getting hard. Maybe you thinking too much, about other wife?”

“Maybe,” I whispered, knowing that it was more accurate than I wanted to admit. This was the first time I’d been in bed with another woman, since Amanda and I were married. It was the first time I’d EVER been in this bed with another woman. I suddenly wondered if she was off having sex with her new husband, if he was giving her everything she wanted. I wasn’t sure I was ready for any of this. As much as Amanda and I weren’t getting along, having her gone, was…well…difficult.

“Come,” Liang said, pulling me not only from my thoughts of my wife, but out of the bed. She grabbed the blanket off the bed and one of my pillows. “This one yours?” I nodded and she smiled back. Holding the arm load of bedding, she pulled me through the house to the patio door. She opened it, pulled me out and across the patio to the picnic table. She let go of my hand, and then folding the blanket, made a pad to lay on the top of the table. She set my pillow on one end of the six-foot-long table, and then held her hand out to me again. “You climb on and lay down. Let Liang make you feel good again.”

“Out here?”

“You not like it out here? You tell Aunt that wife never want to do sex outside. Maybe it you, not like to do sex outside?”

“Just not used to doing things where the neighbors can see,” I answered, still hesitating to climb onto the table.

“They see, they see. You nothing be ashamed of. You have good time with wife. They not understand that, well, that their problem.”

I chuckled at her broken English, but she made a good point. I climbed onto the table and lay down. She climbed on with me, laying on top of me like a blanket, and lowered her face to mine. We didn’t have to talk to know what each other wanted. Her kisses, soft and caring, were telling me exactly what she wanted me to know. That she was more than a quick fuck in a store. She was a woman, and she wanted to be treated as if she were my wife. She wanted me to make love to her, not just have sex. Her kisses had the effect she intended, and I could soon feel my hardon trapped kırşehir escort between us.

She lifted herself to her hands and knees and smiled down at me. “Do you like oral sex?”

I took that to mean do I like to have oral sex, which I do. I also like giving it. “I do,” I whispered back. She quickly climbed off the table and then back on, turning herself around so her face was over my crotch and her knees were splayed on either side of my head. Her pussy was completely hairless, with creamy outer lips framing a small amount of protruding inner labia. I was still looking at her sexy pussy when she closed her hot mouth around my now hard cock. “Ohhhhh yeah,” I groaned. I looked up at her pussy and reached my hands to coax her down lower. I gently kissed her soft pussy lips as she slowly, very, very slowly, slid her mouth and one hand up and down my shaft. I’d often imagined myself doing this to Amanda, though every attempt had met with refusal. Here I was, doing it with a totally different woman.

I teased my tongue between her lips, drawing a moan of appreciation from her. Her pussy was wet and sweet tasting, telegraphing her level of desire was already elevated. The only woman I’d ever licked was my wife, making me wonder if my experience with her would hold for Liang. I pressed the tip of my tongue between her lips and slid down to her clit, flicking it gently. She moaned again, coaxing me to do more. We stayed there, locked one to the other for at least ten minutes or more before she abruptly pulled her mouth off of my dick.

She turned herself around, and then settled herself back on her hands and knees over me. “Now we make love?” She whispered questioningly. When I didn’t answer, she reached between her legs, found my hardon and rubbed my saliva coated head between her wet lips. She closed her eyes and pushed her hips down slowly, forcing my engorged head into her, taking her time to enjoy the feeling, unlike when we had sex in the parking garage. She eased herself down, her eyes open again, looking down at me. I reached for her breasts and cupped each one, letting my thumbs stroke side to side across her nipples, my thumbs bending them to and fro as I did.

She began to lift and lower her hips, driving her wet pussy onto my shaft over and over again. Her tight tunnel caressed my shaft and head in all the right ways, pushing me slowly toward another orgasm. I teased her nipples and watched her face as she watched mine, sliding herself down my shaft over and over. I could see her lip’s part, almost begging me to kiss her. I shifted my hands from her breasts, around to her back, and pulled her down until her breasts were pressed to my chest and her lips to mine. We kissed softly as she worked her hips to slide herself on and off my shaft several inches. I lay there, kissing her, feeling her hot wet pussy on my shaft, my mind telling me that I could get used to this very easily.

We breathed the same air as we kissed, sucking each other’s tongues and lips in a way that I wasn’t used to. She was much more of a sucker than Amanda had ever been, and I found it extremely stimulating, almost too stimulating.

“If you don’t hurry, you’re not going to get done before I can’t stop myself.” I whispered, as we broke the kiss for a moment.

“I not worried about mine. I trying make you come.”

“You don’t want to come?”

“I know you need this more than me. You enjoy, and after, I know you make me enjoy too.” She whispered. “This making love. Me make you feel good first, and then if I do good, you make me feel good.”

I shook my head. It took a moment for me to push her up off me as she resisted, but eventually she gave in and let me from under her. I laid her down where I had been and then lay on top of her. I pushed my slick cock back into her and started to stroke long slow strokes, making sure my shaft ground against her clit with each stroke. “No. This is making love. Making sure we both come, together. We share it.”

“That not what I learned.” She whispered, as she arched her back to push her pussy up to me. “But I like what you do very much.”

I grinned to myself and pushed in and out a little quicker, watching her body, her nipples rock hard, her areola puckering and swelling as her desire built. In and out I thrust, driving fully into her, but holding myself back until she too was ready to come. Her heels lifted from the table and hooked onto my butt, allowing her to lift herself toward me with each thrust. We moved that way, in time with each other, her moans growing louder, as we worked each other closer and closer to climax.

“Oh damn. I’m going to come.” I groaned loudly, as the urgency to release started to overtake me. I knew I was only a few moments from unloading again, an unprecedented fourth time today. I wanted to feel her come with me. I wanted to see her climax when I did. She opened her mouth and gasped as her legs started to tremble. She seemed unable to pull herself malatya escort up as her shudders increased. I thrust harder, driving myself into her with abandon as she pulled her heels from my ass and spread her legs wide for me. I drove in over and over, feeling her climax squeeze around me and push me over the edge.

I shoved hard into her as my body spasmed, my cum surging into her, forcefully. “FUCK YES!” she screamed, as my pumping cock pushed her climax even higher. I felt her juices gushing from her around me, squeezing out around my dick as I continued to stroke myself into her, trying to push her climax even higher. Each stroke slapped us together wetly, as her squirting fluids sprayed on my body and dripped back down to hers. “OH FUCK! I COME FOR YOU!” She screamed into the afternoon air.

I smiled to myself as my body faltered in its strokes, twitching and jerking, as I pumped my cum deep into her. Exhausted, I lay on top of her, panting, our chests both heaving, as we struggled for breath following our mutual climaxes. “I think I wish we do this all the time. I never have husband to make me come like that. My husband, never make me come at all.”

“Well, if we’re together, you will. I enjoy seeing and feeling you coming with me.” I said softly. “But I need to get up. This is kinda hard on my arms.”

“You not need to hold yourself up. You lay on me fine,” she said, pulling me down on top of her, until my chest smashed her tits. She leaned her head up and kissed me softly, her arms around my back, to hold me down to her. I could feel myself start to harden again, as she sucked my lips and tongue, her fingers teasing down my back, and butt.

“Well! I should have known. Wife’s away so you play with some little slut anywhere you want?” I heard my neighbor Martha snap at me, from only a few feet away.

I looked up at her and couldn’t help but be angry. I pushed up off Liang and climbed off of her, my partly hard dick pulling from her pussy. “What the fuck!?” I snapped at her. “I’m not cheating and you damn well know it!” I climbed from the table, without thinking about how much I wasn’t wearing, her eyes looking down at my partly hard dick, our combined cum dripping from it, as I stepped over toward where she was standing just off our patio.

“The hell you aren’t! You’re the reason she’s divorcing you, and you know it.”

“Why is woman upset with me?” Liang asked, as she stepped behind me, one hand gripping my arm, her soft tits pressing to my back as she leaned into me for protection.

“Martha is my wife’s friend and she seems to think that the divorce is all my fault. Somehow, I didn’t bend enough.”

“But you not cheating. This legal wife trade. You try new wife and she try new husband. Why she angry with me?”

“Because she thinks this is all stupid and that if I’d have just become what my wife wanted, we wouldn’t be getting divorced. Problem is, she only listens to one side of things, my wife’s. If she heard the other side, she might realize that I still care about my wife, but she’s made it impossible for me to live with her.”

“Well, maybe if you put some damn clothes on…”

I looked at her. “So, I’m naked. Who the hell cares? It’s my back yard, right? Seems to me you’re just looking to make trouble. Liang is off limits. You make one more smart-ass remark about her and you’ll pay for it.

“What? You don’t think she’s a slut, having the two of you fucking in the back yard?”

“That’s it.” I said, I took half a dozen steps to the back of the house and picked up a five-gallon bucket of rain water that we collect to water the plants. She saw me picking it up and turned to dart back to her own yard. She made one mistake. She stopped just on the other side of the properly line and turned to say something else. Her words never got out of her mouth as the five gallons hit her full on in the chest and face. She stood there, wiping water from her face, her white shirt soaking in the water and becoming translucent.

“YOU! YOU!!!! HOW COULD YOU?” She shouted at me.

“I told you, don’t insult her.”

“JOHN! JOHN! HE JUST THREW A WHOLE BUCKET OF WATER AT ME!”

I heard her husband laugh. “Sorry honey, but I couldn’t blame him. You shouldn’t have said that.”

“BUT…BUT… They’re naked!”

“So?”

“BUT they were having sex, right out there!”

“So?” he asked again. “It’s their yard. You were on their side of the bushes to see it. What do you want me to do!”

“Tell them to stop! To…to put clothes on!”

“Why?”

“Because it’s disgusting! All that they’re showing off to who knows who!”

“You mean like you?”

“Of course, I saw it. How could I not?”

“That wasn’t what I meant,” he said, as he walked up to his wife. “Right now, you’re showing an awful lot too.”

“What!?” She looked down at herself and then glared back at me. “YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE!” she shouted at me, her arms covering her chest. The shirt and bra now totally niğde escort soaked with eater was showing her boobs and nipples through the material. I couldn’t help but laugh, as she stormed to the back of her house.

“Don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of it. I’m John, by the way.” He said, walking over and holding his hand out to Liang, his eyes traveling up and down her naked body. “She’s mostly harmless.”

“Good meet you John.” Liang said, taking his hand and shaking it. “You not mind me being naked?”

He chuckled. “Liang is it? No, I don’t mind at all. You can be naked as often as you want, as far as I’m concerned.”

“You wife not thinks so.”

“No, but then she can be a bit difficult. You have a good day. I’m going to go see if I can calm her down.”

“Thanks John,” I said, as I looped my arm around Liang and guided her back toward the house. I collected the pillow and blanket on the way, leaving the bucket by the table.

—o—

We spent the next hour talking about food, and what to cook on the campout. She convinced me to stay naked, while I cooked dinner on the grill, and after dinner we went and got dressed to go to the store. I prevailed for her to at least wear the skirt and a sports bra top, which she agreed to.

We got home, loaded the food in the coolers and then settled down to relax. It was almost dark, so I lit some citronella candles on the table and pulled one of the lounge chairs over. She undressed me again and then herself, and the two of us shared one reclining lounge chair as darkness closed in on us.

“This is very nice.” She whispered. “In China we not able to see the stars very much. Too much light in city. I not even know there are so many stars.”

“You’ll see even more out camping. There’s so much open sky there and so little light pollution.”

“I can ask question?”

“Sure, anything you want.”

“Even about wife?”

“If you want.”

“You still love her?” That stopped me for a moment and I had a hard time finding an answer. “If she be here now, you cuddle like this?”

“I can’t remember the last time we cuddled at all, let alone like this. I can’t remember her ever doing it outside naked like this. The best I think she did, was a bikini a few times, when we were younger.”

“If she here and do this, you tell her that you love her?”

“Liang, what are you really trying to ask?”

“I think you still love her. Is why you not able to do sex in bed with me before.”

“I know I do. But loving someone and being able to stand living with them are two different things. Sometimes love isn’t enough.”

“So, tell me. Tell me about life?” She asked softly.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” She said, with a soft kiss on my cheek.

“I lived around the Midwest as a kid. Moving a lot for my dad’s work. I finished school and went to college. That’s where I met Amanda. You sure you really wanna hear this?”

“I want hear all of it.”

“I met her at a party. She was gorgeous. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I figured she was way out of my league, but I had to try.”

“What is… out of league?”

“She was too…um…too good looking for a regular guy like me. Anyway, I went and asked if she wanted to chat. She smiled and said yes. We talked for a while and I walked her home. I would have liked to do more, but all I got was a kiss on the cheek and her phone number. I called her the next day and asked if she wanted to on a date. She said she’d agree to a walk in the park near her apartment. So, we did. We got caught in a rainstorm and both of us were soaked when I got her back home. So, she got us towels and she started to undress, right in front of me. I was surprised and started thinking maybe she did want to have sex. We undressed and dried each other off and started messing around. She said she’d never have sex with someone on a second date. But she wasn’t opposed to a little mutual masturbation. So, we made each other come with our hands. It was late, and I didn’t have any dry clothes to wear, so she hung my clothes in the bathroom to dry and let me sleep on the sofa.”

“Sound like she a nice person.”

“I thought so. In the middle of the night, I woke up to someone sucking my dick. I thought that she’d changed her mind and the woman sucking my dick ended up on the floor with me between her legs giving her this huge screaming orgasm. When the lights turned on, I knew I was in trouble. I’d never seen the woman I had just fucked. I had no idea who she was. Apparently, her roommate came home drunk, and found me naked and couldn’t resist. I figured that was the end of us, Amanda and me. I’d really blown it. Instead, she told me that if I was going to fuck her roommate, that I’d better damn well do it to her too. The three of us spent the rest of the night fucking. I must have done alright because she wanted to keep going out with me. She was a couple years older than me. She was planning on getting her law degree. We got close and as soon as we were done with school we got married. Things were great, at first. We did all kinds of things. One time we went on a hike and she kept flashing me her boobs and butt until we came to this little creek. She took off all her clothes and dared me to fuck her in the creek.”

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To say Gavin’s little invention was a hit was a true understatement. Vanessa, Chrissy and their husbands were over quite a lot that summer using all kinds of variations of male and female in the box that Gavin and Cassidy enjoyed occasionally but really liked watching the kids go at it.

One weekend when Vanessa and Jacob were house sitting for the Newman’s, while they were away visiting family, Vanessa got a private message on Facebook from a fellow teacher that had a slight problem. Jenny Shore, who was a little older then Vanessa, but younger then the Newman’s.

With new laws and new curriculum to fit those laws Jenny found herself as a Health Teacher that could nail down anything dealing with proper exercise, nutrition, cleanliness and natural biology. But had no clue about the fairly graphic and demonstrative new sex ed materials. She had a confession to make as well. She had never had sex. Period. Not even masturbation. She really needed help!

Vanessa showed the message to Jacob. Looking into her eyes he calmly told his very caring wife that ignorance is not always bliss and that he supported her in whatever she decided but he felt she should help her fellow colleague out. “Remember it was not so long ago that you were in the same boat as her…,” leaving it at that as he kissed her on the mouth and then her forehead.

Vanessa sat on the couch and thought about her life from ten years ago. Working at the library trapped in Hogwarts and an eye opening Fall of her senior year of high school under the practical tutelage of Cassidy and Gavin

Vanessa felt she had to help this woman truly live. She began to come up with a plan. Her message back to Jenny was friendly and informative. Vanessa used her words carefully like dissecting a poem with her freshman students who had never read Shakespeare before understanding,”To be or not to be…” Jenny knew the birds and the bees and how each go to where it was going but had never seen a penis or vagina other then her own. She never said she felt straight or gay having friends from both sexes but knew asking one of Chrissy’s male friends in the Physical Education department was a bad idea since Chrissy was the mature one there due to all the older men retiring and all these young bucks a in tight shorts and long black socks taking their place.

Jenny though didn’t know what she wanted but she didn’t want a relationship or to know who she was with. Vanessa thought for a moment and had an idea. Jenny was very open to meeting with Vanessa and Chrissy for dinner that night. Where things went from there who would know? But dinner was just the distraction. Vanessa knew that Pandora’s Box (Gavin’s new name for his little creation) was the answer.

While the girls were at dinner Zach and Jacob got things ready at The Newman’s house. The guys greeted all three ladies at the door. Drinks were offered to all of an alcoholic variety, which each if them had already been consuming at dinner. Then the guys left the room. Vanessa and Chrissy had nailed down that the small framed red curly haired green eyed, 5’1″ petite and curvy heavy 36D breasted woman who sat in front of them was a walking, talking breathing Princess Merida from Brave if they ever saw one. All she lacked was the Scottish brogue. Mainly because she was Jewish.

After a bit of small talk the ladies convinced Jenny to follow them to the garage where the temperature was a comfortable level and some patio furniture was arranged in the space. Neither of the guys were anywhere to be found. Chrissy made sure Jenny had a refill of her Jack and coke and being the blunt one of the group shared of her first sexual experience and how as she was with other lovers her confidence and experience grew and that she was always learning new things depending on who she was with at a time. Being that she was married Jenny was floored by this. Then Vanessa shared her story of a loving older couple who adopted her into a whole new world of pleasure and added that Chrissy was healed by them as well.

Vanessa and Chrissy stressed that you feel a stronger emotional pleasure when you are with someone sexually but with her own constraints over what they could do the two felt they had come up with the next best thing. Vanessa and then Chrissy explained the box and what it does. Neither mentioned the elaborate electronics and video system that automatically recorded what went on in and outside the box. One of the Newman’s wishes if they “had friends over” was to record and tell them all about it when they returned. Jacob called Cassidy and Gavin to tell them to watch the live feed ordu escort on their phone apps when everything was going down with Jenny at 10:00pm.

So as the cameras started filming the scene a little after 10:05pm on a Wednesday night in August here is what happened. Chrissy leaned in and kissed Jenny full on the lips. Jenny resisted at first, being slightly prudish, and then as Vanessa rubbed her shoulders and neck, Jenny relaxed and allowed her tongue to touch Chrissy’s as their slow kiss grew heavy and long. Vanessa eased Jenny’s light sweater off her shoulders to show her lightly colored string top as she continued to rub the small woman’s body from behind. Vanessa grew damp in her panties with her mental picture of a real Merida right before then that they could really play with.

Gradually, Jenny began to relax and return Chrissy’s kiss with her own and she accidentally reached back and held Vanessa by the leg and knee squeezing and rubbing her leg aimlessly. Jenny allowed Vanessa to remove her sweater as Vanessa massaged and rubbed her sides, easing up to her firm virgin breasts. Vanessa found Chrissy’s hands already there as both woman choreographed a dance of their hands and fingers across Jenny’s ample 36D chest. Her string top was loose enough that both her breasts were lifted out and Chrissy began feasting upon her small hard nipples surrounded by huge wide aerolas that encompassed the majority of their girth. Jenny felt shots of pleasure run down her body as both woman attacked her with their hands and mouths. She felt a dampness in her panties like she wet herself but felt no shame in it. The dampness just got worse as Chrissy sucked and tugged at her breasts and Vanessa sucked on her ear and neck.

This was the closet thing to live sports Cassidy and Gavin had ever watched together. While each being turned on they each cheered on Vanessa and Chrissy on and each saying who taught the other what skill set etc…

Each confessed being turned on to the idea of the Disney Princess who was being ravaged by their friends in their own home. As they looked back to the tablet screen more was happening.

Jenny had no idea how it happened but the next thing she knew all her clothes were off and she didn’t really care. Vanessa and Chrissy were also completely nude. Jenny had never seen a naked woman before other then herself. Each of the two woman who were on either side of her were different in their own way.

Chrissy was dirty blonde with straight hair left up in a messy pony tail. Her skin was dark in a warm tan line around her pelvis and had obvious white outlined bikini lines on her body from all the sports and activities she did outside. Her breasts were a wonderful 38D and matched her own cup size but had a slight sag from breast feeding her two girls. Her pussy was shaved bare showing a large labia.

Vanessa on the other hand stood 5’5″ and had little or no tan. Her skin was more softer, like her own but not as pale as Jenny’s freckled whiteness that hated the sun. Vanessa’s long curly light brown hair she wore shoulder length that made her look like Hermione Granger with glasses and Vanessa if asked, would take that as a compliment. Vanessa had 42DD breasts that were as freckled as their owner around the neck line. Her full breasts still were firm but also slightly sagged from the abuse her two boys put upon them. Her nipples were large and firm while her aerolas were small and barely surrounded her nipples. Her body and hips were curvy and soft leading to legs that were short yet sexy.

Vanessa and Chrissy marveled at their student just as equally turned on by what they saw. Jenny carried herself upright, despite her short stature and her firm 36D breasts stood out without any sag and were as white as a sheet other then her large aerolas and freckles which dotted her whole body. Jenny had small delicate arms and equally small legs. Other then her breasts and curves on her and and hips and long red hair she would look like a small girl but on her with everything n her made her look younger then her 32 years. Jenny’s curvy hips ended at her small delicate pussy which was surrounded by soft dark red hair. Jenny didn’t have a large bush per say but she had just enough hair to hide her womanhood which had looking very wet and reddened due to its arousal.

Jenny didn’t know what to do but she was ready for anything. Chrissy and Vanessa lead her over to the box. Chrissy knocked on the front and a flaccid cock emerged from the front hole. Jenny gasped as she had never seen one in person before. With out saying anything osmaniye escort to her, Chrissy and Vanessa watched hungrily as Jenny poked it. Then at their urging held it lightly in her warm hand. It felt warm and soft to her. And then as she mindlessly stroked it, the cock began to grow. Before she knew it 8″ of hard cock was in her little hand.

Vanessa mouthed that she should kiss and lick it. Borrowing it for a minute Vanessa kissed the tip and licked it slowly. She then kissed and licked it up and down the hard veined shaft. Handing it back to Jenny, Jenny tentatively copied Vanessa’s movements and without any direction took the first few inches into her mouth. Jenny loved the musky taste coming off of the cock. She pulled her mouth back and found a white drop coming from the slit. Jenny licked it up tasting pre cum for the first time. The man behind the cock groaned as Jenny took him into her mouth again. Jenny small cheeks bulged as she sucked and blew the cock. Chrissy let her know to loosen up some and use her neck more which helped Jenny relax as she was only able to take half of the cock in her mouth.

While Jenny was busy getting into sucking cock, Chrissy reached between Jenny’s legs and inserted a finger into her wet pussy doing a come here motion. Jenny yelped around the cock and rocked into Chrissy’s finger. Jenny loosened up enough that Chrissy has three fingers buried into her. The added stimulation caused Jenny to relax her throat more and before she knew it her nose came in contact with the man’s pubic hair. Jenny almost gagged but relaxed some more and began to feel two new things at once.

The first was a deep feeling in her tummy that was one she never felt before. She felt uncomfortable yet felt if she just let go she would feel better. The other thing she felt was the cock she was sucking on was growing again in size. Jenny felt Chrissy’s hand pumping into her and then as the cock exploded into her mouth she felt herself pee on the floor and into Chrissy’s hand. Jenny drank up as much of the cum as she could but most of it shot all on her face and hair. Jenny didn’t care.

Jenny was coming off her first ever orgasm. Chrissy licked her hand and allowed Vanessa a taste. The now semi hard spent cock with drew from the hole. Vanessa took Jenny by the hand and lead her to the lounge. Laying her down Vanessa parted her short legs to and made love to Jenny’s pussy with her mouth. Vanessa licked and nibbled between her thighs. She then parted her soft pubic hair to reveal a very red and pink pussy. Vanessa took her time eating her. Jenny was loving every minute of it.

Chrissy mean while was hungry for pussy too and if she couldn’t have Jenny she was feasting on Vanessa. Chrissy crawled under Vanessa who was kneeling into the Jenny and flicked Vanessa’s clit with her tongue which caused Vanessa to be more aggressive with Jenny’s cunt but Vanessa found Jenny liked it rough. Vanessa jammed two fingers into her as she sucked hard on her clitoris. Jenny arched her back off the lounge and yelped as she grabbed Vanessa by hair.

Chrissy continued to feast on Vanessa’s pussy with abandon. There was no part of her friend she did not lick or suck. Vanessa moaned into Jenny which set her off on her second orgasm as Vanessa flooded Chrissy with her own love juices as her first orgasm rocked through her. Jenny opened her eyes to the sexual carnage she hast wrought. Vanessa was collapsed next to her on end of the lounge while Chrissy was hot and sweaty from being under Vanessa.

Jenny got up any came to Chrissy. She leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting Vanessa’s sex on Chrissy’s lips. Jenny kept on kissing Chrissy. She worked her way down her neck, kissing and nibbling and just kept on going. Jenny made sure to spend time massaging and sucking on Chrissy’s breasts and large nipples. Jenny loved how responsive they were. Down her tummy and made her way between her parted legs where her bare naked pussy was very wet and very eager to get acquainted with Jenny’s eager mouth.

Jenny eased Chrissy back against the box as she got down in a prone position and looked at her first pussy with wonder. Unlike her own or Vanessa’s, Chrissy’s had no hair at all. Just skin around wide fast labia lips and a clit that was very big and throbbing. Not knowing what she was doing Jenny imitated what Vanessa did to her almost verbatim. She licked her from asshole to clit and savored Chrissy’s sweet and sour taste. Not knowing what the erect little nub is Jenny flicked it repeatedly with her tongue as she found sinop escort she could insert three fingers easily into Chrissy as she rubbed the rough spot in her that Vanessa did to her. Chrissy cried out and moaned as Jenny exploded her sex. Chrissy loved grabbing Jenny by the hair and pushing her into herself as her favorite red head feasted upon her.

Gavin and Cassidy were amazed by what the kids had come up with. Jacob needed time to recover in the box from Jenny’s first ever blow job. Zach lost that coin toss but won the chance to take the older woman’s virginity on the second toss. Neither one could see what was going on outside the box but they could hear the three women cuing and moaning. Zach could hear his wife enjoying Jenny’s mouth against the wall.

Vanessa got up and knocked on the box. This time two cocks came out, one on either side. Vanessa sucked on one to get it nice and hard. Once it reached its full girth she went and sucked on the other one to be ready for the finale. Jenny felt Chrissy inhale sharply and cry out as she came all over her face. Jenny kept up with Chrissy’s girl juice and even cleaned her up after she came.

Vanessa helped both ladies up. She kissed each one. Tasting herself on Chrissy and Chrissy on Jenny. Vanessa lead Jenny over to the cock on the right. The hard cock was wider then the one she blew earlier but all nervousness and anxiety was gone in Jenny. Jenny trusted them. Vanessa and Chrissy found another friend to play with.

The lounge was moved under the cock so Jenny would be more comfortable. Vanessa told Jenny to relax and be easy at first then Jenny will know when to begin. Jenny eased herself forward on the lounge until the hard hole was inches away from her waiting moist sex. Each woman held her hand as Jenny eased her spread legs up and rested her bare exposed sex lined up with the hole.

Slowly, Zach eased himself forward. He’s felt his cock head part Jenny’s pussy lips. He rubbed himself on her until he felt her lips part and slowly feed himself into her. Jenny was very loosened up by the girls and almost felt like whoever was behind the wall needs to hurry it up. Jenny was about to say something to that point when she felt resistance and Zach stopped moving forward. Instead the cock began to see saw back and forth, going no further then the stopping point but bumping it a little more with each thrust.

Jenny relaxed more and Zach felt she was ready. On the next thrust the cock stopped at the resistance area then proceeded to slowly push through. Jenny yelped in pain but then pleasure as her hymen broke and all 8″ of Zach’s cock penetrated her. Jenny began rock herself into Zach’s thrusts. Zach was amazed how tight she was. Her shallow pussy only could handle 6″ of a his cock but Jenny’s pussy felt so different from Chrissy’s. Not better just different.

Gavin and Cassidy watched as a new disciple was born into the family. Jenny relished the cock that was inside of her. Jenny looked over and saw Vanessa on her hands and knees getting the other cock in her pussy from behind. Wanting to try that, Jenny pulled herself off of Zach. Zach groaned as she pulled off of him. Then the petite red head head backed up into his cock again and pounded her ass into the box against the hard cock.

Chrissy and Vanessa looked over at their fellow teacher with new found pride. Jenny was small yet she fierce in order to get fucked. Hanging their heads down together Chrissy watched as her two friends screamed and came at the same time. Vanessa loved the feel of Jacob’s seed filling her cervix. She pulled off of him and licked and sucked him clean. Jenny rocked forward and Zach’s cock popped out of her with and audible moist pop. Jenny couldn’t even describe good it felt to be fucked and then have her pussy filled with cum. Jenny turned around and cleaned up the cock that took her virginity. She could feel his seed and her love juices leaking out of her.

Jenny was beside herself in her post orgasmic after glow. Vanessa won the draw this time as she leaned over and licked Jenny clean. Vanessa made sure she had one more tiny orgasm under her tutelage and made sure to lick and kiss her way up to her face and allow her to taste herself on Vanessa’s lips.

When the guys stepped out of the box Jenny got up and hugged and kissed them both and thanked them for what they all did. Both Navy vets said they were more than happy to oblige. Cassidy and Gavin watched as the five kids left the garage. Gavin switched the camera to their bed room where it looked like part two of the evening was taking place. Jacob and Zach were feasting upon Jenny as Vanessa and Chrissy ate each other out. And that is when Gavin turned off the app, and moved down the bed to sample his favorite person. Cassidy just falling asleep beside him moaned in anticipation as Gavin’s mouth found its prize between her legs….

The End

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Friday morning, 8:05 AM…on his way home…

Mace Belmont had to clear his thoughts awhile after what Dakota McKellen did in touching his sweat pants directly over his erection. What was going on with that girl? Yesterday she kissed him in his truck after dropping her and sister Sable off at school. Today she foregoes the kiss but pats his cock?

“What the hell?”

That was all he could vocalize. Sure he liked it, he was a horny teenager himself at 19, quite the stud up here in Nashville compared to his native Atlanta. In the week that he had been here Mace had tapped three cheerleaders, toyed with a couple more, and seen things a normal newcomer to the neighborhood might never witness. For starters catching his own Aunt Piper having bi-sexual interaction with her hot neighbor Josie McKellen, mother of the twins Sable and Dakota. That was on his first day in town. First ten minutes!

His Aunt being the free spirit she had recently become even stripped him out back by her pool in front of everyone trying to embarrass him. Not really, Mace was made of tougher material than that. Then, over the following days he witnessed Josie and her husband Henry fucking late at night in their front yard trying to act like kids again. That was hot!

Mace having his sights on crazy hot Milf Josie only amplified his need to bare witness. The twins? While a bit awkward in their early stages of discovering their sexuality teased him, he teased back. It was a game of he saw, she saw, Mace finally sending a picture of his dick to the girls, Josie included. That went over very well. He was the man.

His rule ended last night when Henry McKellen destroyed his Aunt for over two hours straight. Almost jealous of the guy bringing out the best in Piper he found himself next door walking right on in just as Henry had. He knew Dakota was home alone so his intention was to go in and kiss her just to see her reaction. Finding her nude on her bed masturbating he froze and watched until the untimely arrival of her Mother. Hiding in Josie’s bedroom out of sight he was locked in and had to deal with secretly watching Josie touch herself as well from her balcony while watching her husband devastate Piper. This was like some overexaggerated soap opera on Pornhub. Not that he was really complaining. Pornhubby?

“Holy crap! I forgot about the cable guy coming. I better get home fast. I miss him there goes HBO and good TV reception, internet too. Better still the porn channels we can watch tomorrow night while Piper goes out on her date. I hope Dakota shows, but after what she did with that Angus guy I’m chopped liver I think. Maybe I should invite Lily…oh wait busy I forgot. Tina? There’s always other cheerleaders I haven’t had yet. Fuck! They won’t come over if Travis is there he would weird them out. I give up, just go with it. Worst case I get stuck with just Travis…unless he goes over to see Sable. All these bitches and I feel like I’ll be home alone.” Cue the Macaulay Culkin aftershave slap! There was always Rotten wanting to play tug of war. So not the same.

A side trip through a McDonald’s for breakfast burritos forced him in line until 8:19 before pulling on to the street. He was hungry so the risk was minimal, he was pushing and exceeding the speed limit in getting home. Reaching Hooter’s Crossing housing division he took the corners sharply until seeing Piper’s home. Outside on the street sat a Comcast van, at the front door ringing the doorbell a…

“Whoa! The cable guy is a girl. Latina even…nice!” Pulling into the driveway just as the girl gave up after hearing only Rotten barking on the other side, Mace pressed his truck horn to get her attention. As she paused on the sidewalk to witness his Dodge Ram come to a stop and shut off she awaited communication.

“Fuck! She has huge tits. She makes Aunt Piper look tiny. How the heck do skinny girls get blessed with such huge honkers?” That required another honk of his horn. He was horny after all.

Hopping down from his truck Mace played it suave lifting his sunglasses to check her out first before saying, “Ran late I had to take some friends to school. Thanks for hanging around.”

“No problem. I know the address is right but you don’t look like a Piper Cherry.” She smirked.

“My Aunt. That’s her house I’m just here for a few months…unless something keeps me here.” He eyes her from head to toe.

“I see. Well, my name is Francesca but you may call me Franky.”

“Hanky Franky.” He chuckled trying to be cute. By the glint in her eye she thought he was too. “I expected some old guy with a pot belly, not a sexy hot Latina.”

“Same here I expected a hot blond with yoga expectations.”

“That’s Aunt Piper. Nail on the head.” Speaking of heads, his tent was saying a stern ‘Hey Chica!” She noticed, impossible not to. “Come on in I’ll show you…what needs to be hooked up.” In his mind he recited, “I wanna hook up with Franky here. Damn!” Following him was easy, her eyes checking tokat escort out his buns, Francesca Torres seemed intrigued.

Franky had muscular legs in her 5’6 height, her golden brown skin almost glowing in the sunlight. Raven hair although under a ballcap had a long braided tail down the middle of her back that could easily be used as a bullwhip. Perhaps a Matadora? She did know bull when she heard it. So far this young man was not hurling much at her. Wearing a blue button down shirt the top three buttons undone offering only a hint of massive cleavage, she kept herself sexually in check. Black shorts to her knees although unattractive kept her looking professional. At 25 she had it going on…her way.

Entering first Mace pushed Rotten away to prevent him scaring Francesca. She was fearless, no worries there. “Your dog is mucho handsome.”

“He’s a stud. Don’t worry he won’t bite. Big baby unless someone ruins his day. You should have seen him chasing the neighbor guy around the pool yesterday for being a dick. Guy jumped in the pool to get away from him. Laughed my ass off.”

“You have a pool?” She lets herself explore after petting Rotten to calm him of her presence. He took to her with very little resistance, Mace releasing the dog for good behavior. Stepping to the French doors Franky admired the pool, “It is a very nice pool.”

“Awesome on these hot Nashville days. I’d say go for a swim but I know you have a busy day.”

“Tempting. I have no swimsuit even if I wished to take you up on it. Thank you for the offer.”

“My Aunt has like fifty bikini’s in her closet.” He hinted. Wincing at him she wags an index finger to ward him off. Primarily because his boasting erection was wagging back at her. It was difficult for her not to notice and still remain professional.

“You are very persuasive. Tell me what I must do.” She eyes the 80′ TV in the living room.

“Well, first you undress and choose a bikini…”

“Concerning your cable Senor…?” She shook her head smirking then realized she didn’t know his name.

“Oh, my name’s Mace. Mace Belmont. Piper’s my Mom’s sister.”

“A very strong name…Mace.”

“Big ball with spikes attached to a really long, thick handle.” He laughs, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be flirting. You have a job to do. I’m sure I’m too young for you. 19 here?”

“Flirting is never a bad thing if coming from both parties.”

“You’re flirting?”

“I try not too. In your case…perhaps. I am 25. Let us agree to pause until I get some work done? I do indeed have a full schedule.”

“Right! Anyways…Piper wants a box out here, in her bedroom, my room upstairs, and in her gym slash office.”

“Wireless I will not need boxes in each room. I will install pods to circulate the internet signal upstairs. No basement?”

“Nope. Just two floors.”

Looking about for existing cable outlets she realizes the connection is behind the 80’TV itself. On her knees exploring for it her shorts tightened over her ass cheeks making Mace grit his teeth. Knowing very well he was behind her checking her out Franky lowered her chest to the carpet for a promising doggy style pose. Smiling to herself for being a tease she grew invested in seeing where this chance meeting might lead. Doing her job was more fun when there was someone admiring her.

“There you are my evasive Amigo.” She eyes the outlet through the TV’s stand where her Blu-ray player, stereo, and other components resided. “You must assist me in getting behind the TV.”

“Already behind you.” He chuckles.

“This I am aware. You make my job most difficult Senor Mace.”

“How’s that?”

“The outlet is not so easily reached.”

“From my angle I can reach it just fine.” He had his hand under his sweats stroking his cock. His idea of outlet was her holes if he got those shorts off of her. She had a hunch that he was touching himself.

“I will need very long cable.”

“Right here.” He whipped his sweats over his cock wagging it toward her ass as if trying to spank her with it from a standing position. Ignoring him the best she could she grinned to herself. Let him have his fun while she did all the work. And Travis Herbert was the neighborhood Pervert?

Rearing up on her knees with her back to him she removes the ballcap from her head and tosses it on the coffee table. Deciding to peer over her shoulder to catch him stroking his cock she notes him standing there arms folded, tent still high. Disappointed that she missed his endeavor she just smiles at him. “I will be back in a few moments I must get equipment from my van. If you would please move things on the television stand so that I may reach under and connect wires. We will need to run HMI cables as well to the TV.”

“Right HIM cables. Got it.” He winks.

“HMI not HIM. You are toying with me Senor Mace.”

“Going to pack up and leave?”

“Why would I do such a thing? I am here to serve.” She winks back as she rises yozgat escort to her feet and greets Rotten who had been pacing about watching. “You will stay here and stand guard?” Rotten woofs once and lets her step around Mace, sheepishly grinning as she brushed up against his arm. Franky was having as much fun as he was, just not as openly.

Leaving the house Mace chuckles, “Fuck she smells good. How do I get her in the pool?” He eyed the swimming pool through the glass doors. “Maybe if I lay a few bikini’s out she might take the hint. I can tell she’s curious.”

Committed he sprints into Piper’s room and to her closet, locating a line up of hanging bikinis in every color imaginable. Finding a black bikini with skulls on the chest cups he laughs at it, another very similar with sails on the cups, “No Muerte.” He didn’t want to offend Franky like that. Finding colors such as lime green, and white he takes the bikinis out to the living room and drapes her options over the sofa back for her to notice.

Nervous slightly that he was reading more into this than he should he eyed the security camera over the TV and worried his Aunt might be snooping in on him as she had been of late. While he loved making her crazy by fucking her cheerleaders this was the cable installer. Totally different ballgame. Technically, he was sexually harassing Francesca but she didn’t seem too worried about it. If she was cool he was hot. Speaking of sweltering heat?

Opening the front door Mace observed Francesca with cable boxes, and a roll of cable wire wrapped over one shoulder. She was packing and bouncing every step of the way toward the house. Her chest was amazing and livelier than he first recalled. “Did she take her bra off?” Her buttons had dropped one allowing more visibility, “Ohhh yeaaaah! Mamasita likes Mace Mundo. I think I inspired her.” Closing in on the house her expression became seductive, at the point where Mace was in her way she stops, “It is going to be a very hot day. I am already beading with sweat.”

“Uhhh? Air is on inside.”

“I am from Mexico sweat is my friend.” She slips past him and enters the house, Rotten trailing her as if he belonged. Once she unloaded her hands she waited until Mace rejoined her, noticing the bikini’s immediately. “You try very hard.”

“It’s because you make me hard.” He chuckles, no longer hiding the fact his erection was enormous.

“I see.” She winks, “Hard to miss Senor Mace. Alas, I must complete what I am here to do…fun will have to wait.” She glanced left, “I like the green one. A lime for my tequila.” ,the green bikini catching her imagination.

“Need help so we can get done faster? Pool awaits.”

“It would be mucho appreciated. This TV will be heavy.” Switching into career mode she required the entire TV to be moved out to get behind it, coffee table shifted before hand to make room. While lowering the TV to the carpet Francesca’s bulging breasts stampeded and overpowered their pen, a fifth button popping undone and flying off her shirt, exposing delicious mocha mounds of flesh. “Ayiyi! You strip me with your eyes.” She giggles. “I will need a sewing kit.”

“My Aunt has one. Not even going to keep my mouth shut…those titties are fucking awesome. You took your bra off didn’t you?”

“You notice? Yes, if I am to be honest…my bra’s underwire broke, very sharp. But, you may think I did it for your pleasure.” She winked.

“You can put the bikini top on if your shirt gets in the way.”

“One moment. You may look upon my current shirt. Let me hook the wires up and replace your TV. I have much to do.”

“Gotcha! You have a boyfriend Francesca? I mean Franky.”

“Someone I see…my bebe’s Padre.”

“You have a kid?”

“Si! A hijo…he is 3. His name is Diego.”

“Cool.” He wasn’t certain what to think suddenly, his dick losing steam at the thought of her being a mother. All new to him the idea of any girls he found attractive having children, he struggled with the idea she wouldn’t have time for him working and raising a kid so young.

“I see in your eyes you lose interest.”

“No…no way! You’re smoking hot and fun to talk to…so far, I mean we barely know one another.”

“I understand. I love my hijo but, I too am young at heart. His Padre satisfies my needs when he so chooses, not much for the parenting.” She screws cable into the wall and runs the other end into a cable box, dropping to her knees to position the box beneath the TV stand on it’s shelf, HMI moving from it up to be attached to the TV when it was put back up on it’s station. “I am sorry Mace, you lose more than interest.” She pouts at his loss of erection.

“Trust me I can get him back up in two seconds flat.”

“Perhaps…I can do it in one?” She giggles trying to stimulate him verbally. Sure enough just her tiny hint of inspiration Mace shot up in size all over again. “I may be a mother but I know how to be a woman.”

“That was crazy zonguldak escort hot Franky. Shit! I might need to jerk off here soon.”

“You will wait.” She winces playfully, “You said you would help me first.”

“Put that back into it.” He bent down to pick up his end of the TV again. She in turn did the same, her 40C’s parting to each side of the TV as if it were titty fucking her, cleavage opening more dramatically for his visual. Once hoisted they rest it on the stand but he holds his end out for her to move around him and hook up the Blu-ray and HMI to the TV itself. Watching her bend across the entertainment stand to plug the TV back in to the outlet he eyed her tight ass. “Put your crack into it.” He just had to be funny. In stretching her shorts drooped and the top of her butt crack exposed.

“You find my butt attractive in such loose shorts?”

“They tighten up. Slipping on your hips though. No thong?”

“Nada! I am as they say…free bird?”

“Whoa! They should play that song at tonight’s football game. Fits the Swallow’s.”

“Horton-Dexter?” She reacts.

“Yep! My Aunt is the Counsellor there. Our neighbor next door a Teacher.”

“I graduated there.”

“That’s cool. You know Josie McKellen?”

“Si! English Lit. Does Mister Fowler still teach horrible Spanish?” She giggles wrinkling her nose.

“I dunno. I’ll ask and let you know. That is if you want to stay in touch after today.”

“We must touch today first…” She bats her eyes. “You may slide the TV back now.” Moving sideways allowed him to place the 80′ behemoth back into place. Once done she opens up a wrapped TV cable remote and aims for a signal. With nothing set up she sighs, “I must step outside and check the connections.”

“Door is open. I’m going upstairs to clear things around my TV…well Piper’s TV I just use it. Mine’s in Atlanta.” He was becoming nervous for some reason, as if wanting to make a solid impression. She found his hesitance confusing but cute just the same.

“I will not be long.” In stepping away she intentionally stopped in the hallway and unbuttoned her shirt all the way down and flirtatiously slid it from both shoulders to the middle of her back while peering at him with a temptress allure. Her shoulders gorgeous Mace’s erection finished it’s trek back into top form. “There is your handsome Muchacho.”

“You haven’t even seen it yet.” He lowers his gaze to note the big top reaching high. Tempted to share in her torturing of his hormones with his own he considered whipping it out, instead he chose to take his shirt off and share in his muscled chest, she flared her eyes and took her leave, buttoning up before proceeding outdoors. Just in case neighbors might see her exhibitionist trait and report her. Outside she went to her van for a laptop that connected with surrounding meters to secure a fresh signal. Finding one stronger she tapped into it and transferred it to the Cherry property.

Indoors, Mace ran upstairs and picked up all of his dirty laundry and hid them in his closet. Anything in the way of any cable equipment was stashed in his dresser. Convinced his room looked good he raced to the restroom for a can of Air Freshener and sprayed it everywhere. Germs and odors fell screaming in seconds. He even shot mist into his line up of shoes to kill possible foot odor. Almost using it under his arm pits out of nerves he laughed at himself and switched the can for cologne and roll on deodorant. Teeth brushed he found Francesca just now returning from outside by hearing Rotten bark and she greeting him yet again. Rinsing his mouth he hurried back downstairs and found her buttoned up.

“That’s not a good sign.” He spoke with disappointment.

“You would have me arrested for indecency?” She stood from crouching to love on Rotten.

“No. I…you’re right I’m moving too fast.” Palms poised as if apologetic his erection waned again. Franky shaking her head at him offered her own disappointment.

“You must not take things so personal. You act as if…” She studies him, “Are you…a virgin?”

“What? No!” Then he thought about it a moment, letting her think he was could be funny. “Shit! You caught me. I guess that means you’re…not interested now huh?”

“I did not say this. Let me finish my job and decide your fate.” She winks. Proceeding back to the TV Mace tried not to laugh. She was buying his virgin thing. “Let her think I’m inexperienced and get her going. Rock her world, blow her mind, and make her scream in Spanish. I can bust my piñata all over those tits.”

Watching her in silence Mace let her program the TV with internet activity until cable channels were plentiful. “HBO?” He broke his quiet behavior.

“All premium stations are on the manifest.”

“Porn stations?” He chuckled.

“You must rent those.” She did go to a station called Hot Latina on the Latin channels honoring her heritage. “I like this one, for a very special reason.”

“Orgasmomacita? That’s a mouthful.” He laughs, “Why?”

“My baby sister is the star.” She directs his attention to the artwork for the movie with a stunning Latina that actually did resemble Francesca. Same huge tits only the girl on the artwork had her hands palming them to hide her moneymakers. She only wore a thong.

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Exhibitionism/voyeurism are the primary themes of this story, which is why I feel that it belongs in this category. But readers should be aware that it goes (far) beyond exposed nudity. Enjoy!

*

Amanda looked nervously around her as she walked along the boulevard, her golden-brown ponytail whipping from side to side she scanned the people she passed. Could they tell? How could she have let her girlfriends talk her into this? Going without panties just wasn’t normal for her. It wasn’t fitting for a woman of her stature, even if she was on holiday.

It was a series of unfortunate events that had prompted this situation, the major one being the fact that she apparently had forgotten to pack any panties in the first place. She could barely believe she had messed up like that. It just wasn’t like her. She was an experienced traveler and had a well-rehearsed routine for packing her bags. She always placed each group of items in separate plastic bags before packing them, ensuring that they wouldn’t get damaged in case something leaked into her suitcase. It also made it easy to find things when unpacking. The system had never failed her before. But it undoubtedly meant that if she forgot to pack one bag, then she was left without any of those items for the entire trip. In this case, without any panties.

They had rented what could only be described as a mansion. Veronica immediately challenged everyone to a race for the backyard pool when they arrived. Amanda normally didn’t get caught up in Veronica’s games, but they were on holiday and she thought she might as well humor her friend. She rushed to her room and quickly changed into her bikini. She glanced over herself in the full-length mirror and almost changed her mind. Why had she let Sabina come along as fashion advice for a new bikini? True to form, her blonde friend only picked the skimpiest bikinis for Amanda to choose from. The model Amanda finally agreed on was probably modest by Sabina’s standards, but it was still far more revealing than anything Amanda had worn before. Bright green, it would have garnered attention even if Amanda’s breasts hadn’t overflowed the top.

Mali didn’t join them in the pool. Instead she announced that she was putting in a load of laundry. It seemed a bit excessive given that they had only just arrived, so the only thing anyone possibly wanted washed was what they had worn on the flight over. But she argued that they only had the one machine between seven people and should keep the machine busy. As always, it was hard to argue with Mali’s logic, and while the rest of them chilled out in the pool, she offered to gather up everyone’s laundry.

So, when Amanda discovered that her panties weren’t in her suitcase, the panties she had worn on the flight over were in the washing machine and her bikini bottoms were wet from the pool.

“Can someone lend me a pair?” she desperately asked when her girlfriends gathered in her room, ready to head out.

“Uhm,” Mali began. “We’re not exactly the same size.”

The petite Thai girl was right. Amanda was an exceptionally tall woman and was also built with far more curvaceous proportions than either of her friends.

“Why don’t you just go without,” Sabina giggled.

“Yeah,” Veronica enthusiastically agreed. “I dare you!”

Mali’s eyes traveled over Amanda’s light summer dress. She nodded softly. “It’s not like anyone would notice.”

Amanda gave her friends a bewildered look. She expected this sort of outrageous suggestion from Sabina, maybe even from Veronica. But from Mali?

“We really should get going,” Mali continued. “The guys are already waiting for us at the restaurant.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Sabina said, and grabbing Amanda’s hand, she pulled her along.

Amanda stumbled after in confusion. She would have normally refused but she couldn’t really think of any other solution. She felt as if her lack of panties put her in an inferior position, making her more susceptible to the peer pressure.

“Don’t worry,” Mali comforted her as they made their way through the crowd. “No one can tell.”

“And you’re on holiday,” Veronica added. “You don’t know anyone here.”

That wasn’t quite true. Even if they had stuck to the original plan, she still would have known her girlfriends. It was embarrassing enough that they knew that Amanda was walking around without panties, but they had all decided to bring their husbands along. So now she also had them to worry about. The closer they got to the restaurant where Marco, Paul and Alex waited, the more anxious Amanda became.

As they entered, she was sure she saw all three guys staring at her dress, as if immediately picking up on her secret. But she tried to relax, telling herself she was being paranoid. Sabina made her take the seat next to her husband Marco. Amanda would have normally appreciated the gesture, making her feel less like a third wheel on what had turned into a couples’ vacation. But in her self-conscious state, she would have preferred to remain in the periphery. She carefully ordu escort pulled at the hem of her dress as she sat down, making sure it didn’t creep up.

“You’re looking good, Amanda,” Marco said and kissed her on the cheek. “I love your dress.”

Amanda was surprised to feel herself blush. As soon as Marco had filled her wine glass, she drained half of it straight away.

“Thanks for letting me and the other guys come along for your birthday vacation,” Marco said.

“Oh. I’m glad you did.”

And she was glad. It just wasn’t what she had envisioned when she had first booked a week-long holiday with her girlfriends. But she liked their husbands and got along well with all of them. The running joke was that they all owed her; she was the one who had set them up. In the case of Marco, he was a former co-worker who used to insist on asking Amanda to go out dancing with him. She constantly refused, mainly because it went against her policy of ‘don’t shit where you eat’. And he wasn’t exactly her type anyways. Self-conscious about her height, she preferred men that were taller than herself. And his smooth Latino manners were somewhat lost on her.

But he was an undeniably sexy man, so when she switched firms, she halfheartedly agreed to go on a date with him. That night they ended up at a party at Sabina’s house and it became obvious to everyone that he and Sabina clicked. So Amanda just sort of passed him along. It had taken some convincing to make Sabina accept that Amanda really didn’t mind. Not much could be said about Sabina’s morals when it came to being faithful to the men she dated back then, but she was always a loyal friend. And as hungry as her appetite for men was, it was rare to see her seriously interested in anyone. Now, five years later, they were married.

“I hear you got a promotion,” Marco said after they ordered their food.

“Yes, she’s the youngest ever to make full equity partner at the firm,” Sabina added.

“I’m not surprised,” Marco said. “I’ve always said you were as smart as you are beautiful. Congratulations!”

He hugged her, pressing her against him. To her surprise, he left his arm around her shoulder as he refilled her glass.

“This calls for a toast,” he said and raised his glass. “To the most brilliant business lawyer the world has ever seen!”

Everyone around the table cheered for her. She felt herself blush again—not so much because of their praise, but because the discussion of her professional status emphasized to her mind how inappropriate it was for her to sit there without any panties.

Marco’s arm still lingered around her. Why did he do that? She gave Sabrina a concerned look but the blonde didn’t seem to mind the physical attention he was paying her. Amanda shivered as his fingers brushed lightly against her skin. Was that on purpose?

“Let’s take the beach boulevard home,” Sabina suggested after dinner. “The sunset is said to be spectacular.”

Amanda would have preferred not taking a detour. But she didn’t want to bring attention to the reason—her lack of underwear—so she didn’t object. She soon regretted it. The beach was indeed very beautiful, the setting sun painting the sky pink and gold. But the ocean breeze was more than invigorating and seemed determined to lift her dress up and reveal her condition. She walked awkwardly, using both hands to hold her fluttering dress in place.

“You shouldn’t worry about it,” Sabina said as she caught up with Amanda. “Loads of women go without panties from time to time.”

Amanda gave her a wearied look. “You mean you do it?”

Sabina smirked. “I sure do.”

Amanda looked her friend up and down. Sabina’s dress was hugging her slender body, preventing the wind from revealing anything underneath.

“But not tonight,” Sabina continued, grinning knowingly. “This time it’s just you flaunting yourself.”

“I’m not flaunting myself!” Amanda exclaimed, pressing her dress even tighter around her thighs to make sure she stayed decent. “And it’s not like it’s on purpose!”

“What’s not on purpose?” Marco asked from a few steps behind.

Amanda looked anxiously over her shoulder at Marco and the other guys behind her. “Nothing! Nothing important.”

Sabina giggled, and Amanda shot her a miffed frown. But she couldn’t help giggling nervously herself. Maybe Sabina was right—she was on holiday. Perhaps she didn’t have to take herself quite so seriously. At least they’d be back at the mansion soon.

Always the fast walker, Veronica marched up ahead, the wind playing with her long red curls. She stopped and turned when they reached the path leading up to their temporary home.

“It really is a nice evening,” Veronica said as the rest approached. “Who’s up for walking further up the beach?”

Everyone except Amanda seemed enthusiastic about the idea.

“Not me,” she said. Under no condition would she risk walking any further. “I’ll just head back home.”

Veronica gave her a disappointed look, and Amanda osmaniye escort braced herself to dismiss whatever stupid dare her friend was about to come up with. But to her surprise, the redhead just shrugged her shoulders.

“OK, suit yourself,” she said. “Here’s the key to the mansion.”

Veronica threw the key to Amanda, who acted on reflex, reaching up high to catch it. And just like that, the wind was free to lift her dress. Astonished that she had actually caught the key, she didn’t even notice what had happened at first. She shrieked in shock when it dawned on her that she was standing there naked from the waist down, surrounded by prying eyes. She was paralyzed at first, unable to grasp the reality of the situation. And when she finally managed to act, she instinctively pulled down the front first, leaving her naked ass further exposed to the three men behind her.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she finally managed to get some control over the flapping fabric. “I can’t believe that just happened!”

She giggled nervously, certain that the group would burst out laughing and tease her. But they just smiled calmly back at her as her jittery eyes wandered among them. Were there actually hints of awe in their expressions?

“See you later,” Marco said and kissed her softly on the cheek before continuing up the beach. The other two men followed suit.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come along?” Veronica asked.

“No, I… I’ll just head home,” Amanda said, confused that they didn’t even acknowledge what had happened.

“Do you want me to go back with you?” Mali offered.

“Uhm, no. Thank you. No, I’ll be fine.”

She watched as her friends continued up the beach. With or without panties, she had definitely made the right decision not to tag along. A sunset walk along the beach seemed like more third-wheeling than she was comfortable with. She was single by choice, at this point in life happily married to her career. But that didn’t mean she didn’t sometimes miss the perks of a relationship. Her sexual hunger was as strong as ever, probably more than her girlfriends could guess. But with no real time to meet Mr. Right, she kept those desires bottled up. She rarely ever met anyone outside of work, so there weren’t many opportunities for casual relationships. Smiling to herself, she thought that at least she had helped her friends bag good husbands.

The exposure incident still haunted her as the water from the shower head splashed against her body a moment later. How could she have been so reckless? And why had she agreed to go pantieless in the first place? At least her friends hadn’t made a big deal out of her exposure. She had expected them to taunt her but they had just watched her in silence, acting like it was perfectly normal.

But it wasn’t normal. Not to her at least. What a foolish sight she must have been! How long had she exposed herself? And why had she been so slow to react once she discovered what had happened? Perhaps it was pure shock, or maybe her reactions were delayed due to the generous amount of wine Marco had served her. Whatever the reason, she had given them plenty of time to take in the sight. She ran her hands over the rounded curves of her ass, thinking about how her friends’ husbands had stared at it earlier. That humiliating feeling came over her again.

But this time it was followed by warmer emotions. The touch of her hands against her soft cheeks now sent thrills through her body as the memory of her exposure ran through her head. Her hand wandered in between her cheeks as she recalled the expression of the onlookers. Her touch made her want more and she found herself craving the sensation of her fingers at the sensitive center of her ass. It surprised her. That desire usually only awoke at the peak of passion. She pictured the way the guys had stared at her ass. She was sure she had sensed admiration in their gazes. Had they fantasized about her before?

She stopped herself, shaking her head at her own thoughts. It wasn’t appropriate to think about how her friends’ husbands might appreciate her body. She was obviously tipsy. She turned the water temperature to refreshingly cold, hoping it might sober her up.

The events of the evening still spun in her head as she lay in bed soon afterwards. Marco had been paying her a lot of attention during dinner, to the point of being downright flirtatious. She remembered his soft touch against her shoulder. Had he acted like that when Sabina wasn’t around, Amanda would have been seriously worried about his intentions. But he had done it right in front of his wife. That left Amanda more confused than upset.

Her confusion lasted through the night. Images from vivid dreams flashed through her mind as the morning sun woke her up. Dazed, she thought at first that maybe the whole exposure incident was just a dream. Her heart sank as her memories crystallized. She really had showed her naked ass to the guys. And hadn’t the girls just stared too—straight sinop escort at her most private parts? The humiliation weighed heavily on her and she didn’t look forward to seeing them all for breakfast. Yet she pulled herself out of bed. She couldn’t hide forever.

The fact that she still didn’t have any panties soon dawned on her. She wasn’t sure where Mali might have put the one pair she had left. For lack of better options, she slipped into her bikini. She looked herself over in the mirror, once again questioning her judgment. Or rather Sabina’s judgment. If Amanda had Sabina’s body type, that bikini probably would have appeared less like she was flaunting herself. The curse of Amanda’s outright massive breasts was that most things she wore could risk coming off as suggestive. At least Amanda perceived it that way, and she usually dressed conservatively so as not to draw attention to them. But this bikini top was doing the exact opposite.

And the bottom part was not much better. Cut high, most of her round ass was on display. Concerned, she fiddled with the knots at the sides. Sabina had assured her that it was safe—even safer than a standard elastic model because the straps could be adjusted to fit just right. But Amanda wasn’t convinced. It looked risky and she didn’t want to end up exposing herself again.

But what choice did she have? Strangely, her old bikini was nowhere to be found when she packed for the trip. She was sure she knew where she kept it, even though it had been a long time since she had last gone on a beach holiday. Sabina was with her when she realized it was missing and the blonde had insisted that they go shopping for a new one straight away.

Amanda covered herself with a beach tunic before going downstairs. There was no way she’d walk around the house in just a bikini. She’d already flaunted herself far too much.

“Good morning!” Mali greeted her in the kitchen. “Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Yes. Uhm, pretty good,” Amanda replied, thinking about the dreams that had haunted her throughout the night. She had been even more exposed in her dreams, left completely naked around her friends without any possibility of covering up. It resembled the classic nightmare scenario of turning up at school completely naked. But now when she thought about it, she didn’t recall them as dreams of horror. It had actually felt rather liberating.

She shook the memories out of her head, thinking that her surreal dreams were too irrational to be analyzed.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked.

“No, why don’t you have a seat?” Mali suggested. “I’m just making pancakes for everyone. The others will be here soon. Though it seems like Sabina and Marco might be awhile. They sounded, uhm… busy.”

“Oh, I told you that someone else should have taken the upstairs room. It would have made much more sense to put a couple in there. You know, with privacy and all.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Sabina said and smiled at Amanda. “We’re here to celebrate your birthday. Of course you should have the nicest room.”

It was indeed a nice room, one window overlooking the ocean, the other the backyard pool.

“But I don’t need that big room for just me,” Amanda argued. “And it doesn’t make sense that one person should have the one room with its own shower.”

“It’s fine,” Mali reassured her. “Maybe we can use your shower if needed, but we’re not here to hang around inside anyway. And speaking of which, Paul and Alex went to pick up a boat they rented for the day. There are a bunch of smaller islands we can go to. That sounds exciting, right?”

“Well, maybe,” Amanda began. “But I really need to go shopping first. You know, for new underwear.”

She gave Mali a sheepish look, knowing that she had just reminded her friend of last night’s exposure and now that image would be in her friend’s mind.

“I understand, but the thing is…” Mali said, and turned her attention to the pancakes. “I thought you might, and I looked around to see where you could pick up some new underwear. And there’s nothing open on Saturday on the entire island. In fact, none of the clothes shops will be open until Monday.”

Mali wouldn’t meet Amanda’s gaze, looking downright guilty as she delivered the bad news. Amanda frowned in disbelief. Was she supposed to walk around without any panties for two more days?

“But we’ll mostly do beach stuff anyway, so it’s not so bad,” Mali comforted her.

“What’s not so bad?” Veronica asked as she joined them in the kitchen.

“I was just telling Amanda that all the stores are closed for the weekend, so she can’t go shopping for new underwear.”

“Ah, I see,” Veronica said and shrugged her shoulders. “Well, you’ll be OK. We’re just going on a boat ride today, so you just need your bikini. Are Paul and Alex back yet?”

“I think I saw them anchoring down by the beach a few minutes ago,” Mali replied.

Amanda looked out the window and saw two shirtless men walking up the trail towards the house. She couldn’t help staring, thinking that both Paul and Alex were in great shape. At least in the case of Paul it wasn’t surprising as he used to be her personal trainer. If she was honest with herself, his looks had motivated her to go to the gym, knowing that she was going to spend time with such a fit man.

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My wife and I have been married for 5 years. We are in our late 20’s and have a great relationship, with no kids or pets. Like most couples, our sex life was in overdrive the first few years of marriage. Also, like most couples, our sex life has dwindled recently as our careers have taken more of our time and attention.

Alaina travels for her job a few times each month. When she travels, she is usually gone for 2-3 days at a time. She spends all her time on the road in work mode. I often tell her to do something touristy or let her hair down a little at the end of the workday, but she usually just goes back to her hotel and writes reports or catches up on emails. She’s a total workaholic.

Last week, Alaina left for a 3-day trip on a Monday. As luck would have it, the spring weather was perfect that evening. I heated up some leftovers, grabbed my portable speaker and some wine, and settled into one of the Adirondack chairs on our deck to enjoy the calm and comfortable evening. After I ate, the music and the wine and the spring air made me totally relaxed. I got a naughty thought in my mind and looked around to make sure the neighbors were nowhere in sight.

Slowly, I started stroking my cock through my athletic shorts. It had been almost 2 weeks since Alaina and I had made love, so I was definitely in need of a little relief. I stroked lazily for a few minutes, again checking to make sure no one else could see me. In no time, I was fully excited, and my cock was straining against my shorts.

I reached inside my shorts and boxers and started stroking along its shaft. I could feel pre-cum already leaking out of the tip, and I started to spread that along my cock with each stroke. There was no turning back for me now, so I hiked down my shorts just enough for my cock to spring to full attention in the spring air. I increased the pressure and intensity of my strokes, and within a minute I shot a load of cum straight into the air. Some landed on my thighs, while the rest of it came down on the arm of the chair. I put my cock back into my pants, leaned back in the chair, and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of the moment.

I was startled by what sounded like a knock on the window of the house next door. Oh shit! I looked over at the window, and I saw my neighbor’s 51 year old mother, Lauren, smiling and giving me a thumbs up. She has been living in an apartment above her daughter and son-in-law’s garage since her divorce last year. Her bathroom was the only room in their house with a window that faced ours. Just my damn luck.

I gave her a sheepish wave, gathered up my stuff, and scurried back into my house. I was embarrassed beyond belief, but I knew that it could have been a lot worse. A little exhibitionism was harmless, right? Anyway, that night and the next day I could not stop thinking about Lauren watching me. I swear I stayed hard or semi-hard for 24 hours.

I could hardly wait to eat dinner on the deck again, and thankfully the weather cooperated. As I ate, I kept checking the bathroom window to see if Lauren would reappear. Her window was open for fresh air that day, but I did not see her. Then, finally, I heard her toilet flush, and soon her face appeared. I waved and smiled. She smiled back. We looked each other straight in the eye for a minute or so, until she asked me if she was going to get another show tonight.

Without taking my gaze off her, I started the same routine as the previous night. I stroked the outside of my shorts until I was fully erect, then started stroking inside my shorts. I kept staring straight at her as I pulled down my shorts enough to expose my full cock. She licked her lips and said, “It’s beautiful.” I paused my stroking and just held my cock at its base, allowing her to see its full length. I started stroking much faster, starting to moan as I really got into it. This time when I came, I aimed the load to shoot in her kırşehir escort direction.

She blew me a kiss, and said, “Thank you, love. Now I need to go pleasure myself. Same time tomorrow night?” I thought for a second, recalling that my wife had one more night on her business trip, and replied, “You bet.”

I could hardly sleep that night, thinking of Lauren masturbating while she thought of my cock. The next day at work, I was useless. Physically, I was there, but mentally I was plotting my next “show”. I knew there was a danger to what I was doing, but I rationalized that showing off a little for an older woman in her house was essentially harmless. It wasn’t cheating.

Finally, 7 pm rolled around, and I scurried out onto the deck. Lauren’s window was closed and dark, so I set out some oil and a towel that I planned to use for this session. Suddenly, Lauren was right there in front of me, reaching the top of my deck stairs as I looked up. Damn, she had been waiting for me in my yard!

She said, “I needed a front row view this time. Is that OK?” I should have said no, knowing that we may be crossing a line, but my throbbing dick answered, “Sure!” With that, she walked over to me, knelt down, and started pulling my shorts down. I was frozen, and just stood there. She laughed as she saw my dick sticking straight out through the hole in my boxers. She reached out, cupped her hand around its tip, and gave it a couple of nice, slow strokes.

She kissed the tip, then pulled my boxers down. I stepped out of both my shorts and boxers, and stood there naked from the waist down, my cock in her hand. She smiled devilishly into my eyes, then started stroking me with one hand while cupping my balls with the other. All I could do was watch her stroke me, with her face just inches from my cock. I thought about leaning forward to test if she would take me in her mouth, but I decided to just let her do what felt comfortable. She moaned a little as she stroked, and I was ready to shoot far too quickly. I warned her I was close, and she opened her mouth to catch the first stream of cum. She aimed the rest to splash on her cheeks and nose.

She swallowed the cum in her mouth, then used her fingers to wipe some off her face. She looked at me seductively as she slowly licked each finger. I just watched, unable to move or look away. Finally, she broke the silence by saying, “You taste as good as you look. Thanks!” With that, she got up and walked toward the stairs. She glanced back over her shoulder and said, “I need to go take care of something again. I’d love another show tomorrow, though.”

I said, “Wait, my wife comes home tomorrow. Let me check when she is out of town again.” I scrolled through the calendar on my phone, and exclaimed, “Ooh — it looks like she has a trip next Wednesday and Thursday.” Lauren smiled and replied, “Great. I hope to see your beautiful cock again on this deck next Wednesday.” With that, she blew me a kiss and walked back to her apartment. I watched her every step, with my pants still around my ankles.

My stare was broken as I heard the sliding door at the back of my neighbor’s house. I scurried to pull my pants back up just as Don walked over to the privacy fence, looked up at me and said, “Hey neighbor, what’s up?” If he only knew what had just happened with his mother-in-law…

That next week felt like a month. I was so sexually jazzed that I was all over my wife each night. She asked me what had gotten into me, and I told her I had been thinking of things we used to do sexually and getting turned on. In truth, I was thinking about Lauren and our shows. Thankfully, my wife was responsive to my advances, and we did a number of things sexually that we had not tried in a long time.

As she kissed me goodbye for her next trip, she whispered in my ear, “It might be nice to have a little break; I am really malatya escort sore from your sexual appetite this week. It’s been great, though, reconnecting with our old sex lives. I missed that. Thanks.”

I felt a huge wave of guilt roll over me as she got in her car and drove away. There was no way I could continue the “shows” with Lauren. I had to stop them before things took a turn for the worse. I loved my wife, and our sexual appetite had been reawakened this past week. But wait, wasn’t that partly because of Lauren?

I peeked out our kitchen window at 6:45 and saw Lauren sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs. She had turned it to face away from her daughter’s house. She was wearing a tank top, matching bra and yoga pants. I hesitated, unsure what to do or say when I went out on the deck. Finally, I got the courage to walk out and be with her, fully intending to tell her that this needed to stop.

After exchanging hello’s, Lauren spoke first. “You’ve been so nice to me. Tonight, I’ve decided to give you a show. Just sit down and watch before I get too nervous and chicken out. OK?” I responded, “I — uh — um, OK, that sounds nice.” So much for ending things.

I put some soft jazz on my phone, and Lauren started her show. She ran her hands slowly along the sides of her face, tracing down her body to her thighs. As her hands started back up, she pressed her breasts together and up. Then she started caressing them. She spent a few minutes on her breasts, alternating between gentle rubs and squeezing. Her hands then roamed back down her stomach to the inside of her thighs. She slowly rubbed her thighs, each time touching more and more of her crotch.

Lauren then leaned forward and pulled off her tank top, exposing her lacy push-up bra. Her tits appeared a little bigger than my wife’s. That was confirmed when she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and pulled it away. That exposed the most beautiful, rounded set of tits I had ever seen. My mouth hung open, though, as I was mesmerized by the size of her nipples. They must have been 2 inches in diameter, pinkish-brown, and standing at full attention. They were amazing.

Lauren knew she had my full attention now, and she rubbed and licked and tickled her huge breasts and nipples like a pro. I wanted so much to take one in my mouth, but I stayed in my chair like a good boy. Absentmindedly, my hand found my cock under my shorts, and I started stroking as I watched her turn me on by caressing her incredible bosom. Lauren stopped and said, “Hey big boy, this is my show. You can do that later in the privacy of your own home.” She winked at me as I smiled and took my hand out of my shorts.

After a few more minutes of playing with her tits for me, Lauren cooed, “I am sooo wet right now.” She lifted her butt off the chair a few inches, and in one motion pulled her yoga pants down and off her ankles. She was not wearing any underwear, so immediately my eyes went to her neatly trimmed pussy. To give me a better view, she leaned back, draped both legs over the arms of the chair, and started gently tracing and opening up her pussy. She was right — she was soaked! Though trimmed, her pussy had a patch of much thicker, darker hair than my wife’s. Just like her breasts, everything about her pussy was bigger and more full than Alaina’s, too. It was glistening with her juices.

Lauren stroked herself slowly a few times, purposely avoiding her clit. Then, she just sat there for a few minutes, legs spread, eyes closed, letting me admire the beauty of her full, naked body. Shockingly, she snapped me out of a trance by saying, “Well, that’s enough for now, love. I’d better go.” She picked up her clothes and walked down the deck stairs, fully naked. Once in the yard, she finally got dressed again, with me watching every move. She blew me a kiss and went back home.

Did she know she niğde escort was driving me crazy? After I masturbated inside my house while thinking of shooting my load on her huge nipples, I finally came to my senses. I knew this was headed someplace bad, and I was not going mess up a great thing with my wife. I marched over to Lauren’s apartment, walked up the stairs along the garage, and knocked on her door. When she opened the door, I stammered, “We — uh — um, well, no more shows. No more.” Lauren smiled and replied, “Great! I was hoping you’d say that.”

She pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me. Gentle, at first, and then her tongue started exploring my mouth. Stunned, I started to pull away. My dick took over for my brain, though, and I hugged her tightly as our kiss grew in passion. We kissed like teenagers, making out for 5 minutes or so before I backed off. “Wait,” I said, “We can’t do this. No more shows.”

Lauren looked me straight in the eye and said, “I know. No more showing off our bodies and then pleasuring ourselves individually. We need to climax together.” Holy crap, I thought, I need to get out of here before I make a big mistake. I turned to go, but then turned back around as Lauren walked away from me into her living room. For some reason, I followed her, pleading, “Lauren, I can’t cheat on my wife. We’ve had some harmless fun. It’s been an incredible turn-on, to say the least, but no more.”

As I was saying this, she pulled her tank top over her head again, removed her bra, and pulled down her yoga pants. She stood there naked as could be. I tried to look in her eyes, but my eyes wandered to her glorious curves and massive nipples. She slowly stepped towards me. I took one little step back, then stopped.

She grabbed the sides of my t-shirt, and slowly pulled up. I raised my arms and let her take my shirt completely off over my head. Her large nipples brushed against my hairless chest as she did. She tossed my shirt aside, then curled her fingers inside the waistband of my shorts. She tugged them down slowly, crouching down as she slid them down my legs. She pulled the elastic waistband out towards the front, giving my rigid cock room to come slowly into view. Her lips touched the tip of my cock as I stepped out of my shorts. Then, she took its mushroom-shaped head into her mouth, her tongue softly licking the tiny hole at the end.

Lauren then rubbed her breasts along the front of my body, from my knees all the way up to my chest as she stood up very, very slowly. Her hands rubbed the back of my legs, my butt, and my lower back as she moved. Once she was standing, she pulled me close. We wrapped our arms around each other and swayed to imaginary music for a while. My cock rubbed gently against her hairy pussy. Her nipples poked wonderfully into my chest.

Lauren whispered into my ear. “Please stay the night tonight. I need you inside of me. More than you can imagine.” We started kissing again, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands.

Lauren and I fucked like newlyweds that night. Multiple times, in a few different parts of the apartment. Each time we needed a rest, we held each other close and kissed. I sucked and licked her delicious pussy to orgasm. I shot my seed deep inside of her. We even came together once. It rivaled the best sexual experiences I have ever shared with my wife. We finally fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms and naked bodies.

Early the next morning, Lauren shook me awake. “You have to go now, before my daughter expects me to come down to her kitchen for our morning coffee.” I hastily put on my clothes, gave her a peck on the lips, and headed for the door. Lauren said, “Love, your wife is out of town for another night this week, correct?” When I nodded, she said “Great. I’ll be over tomorrow night at 7. Can’t wait to do this in your bed.”

I didn’t know how to respond. As great as I felt, this was now totally out of control. “I can’t wait, either,” was all I could muster.

I snuck home, called in sick to work, and slept most of the day to be ready for another night of unbelievable sex with this mesmerizing older woman.

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The following is based on true events and real people. The basis for this remembrance is true, however, I have expanded on the events somewhat to represent some of my own fantasy and desires… and yes, maybe even some of my own perversions. Hopefully this expanded reality will make this story more interesting and entertaining.

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From a very young age two of my favorite things have been water and boating. While going to college I started visiting a couple of clothing optional parks on Lake Travis. And there I discovered that I also had quite a predisposition for naturism. Living in Austin with Lake Travis nearby gave me and my friends all the opportunity we’d ever need to pursue these interests.

In my thirties, one of these friends was Sara. I had met Sara thru an old friend that worked with her. They had fooled around a bit on the side, but it was nothing serious. My initial introduction with Sara was a nude full moon midnight swim at a pond west of Austin. So you might say that Sara and I have a friendship based on water and nudism.

At that time I was living out of state and just home for a visit. But, when I moved back to Austin a year or so later I ran into Sara one night down on the Drag. We chatted like old friends and agreed that we should get together some time to enjoy some nude recreation. I also recently had bought my second boat, a used 26-foot sailboat.

Skip ahead a couple of years and I was spending most of my free time at the lake. In the summer it was nude sunning and swimming with friends and in the cooler months I’d sail like crazy. When I was able to sneak off from the office just a little early I’d head directly to the boat. Especially in the summer since with the longer days I could still get some good rays or sailing in. The great thing about Lake Travis is that discrete nudity is not a big problem. So as a general rule I was able to sail or motor naked. I would only try to cover myself with a towel when a boat with children came by. And it wasn’t unusual to see other naked boaters out in the afternoons also.

Since Sara was usually free in the afternoons I would often call her to go boating with me. She was about the only friend I had that could often go at the drop of a hat. That is how we started going out on the boat about once a week on a regular basis for two or three years.

I’d keep some extra beer on the boat and only have to stop to pick up ice on these late afternoon events. Usually by the time Sara arrived I’d have the beer iced down and the motor warmed up and ready to go. Sara would throw her bag down in the cabin and cast off the dock lines and away we’d go.

One thing about Sara, she isn’t shy and she loves to be naked. As soon as we cleared the marina she would have her shirt and shorts off and be spreading her towel out in the cockpit. Then she would grab a couple of beers for us and sit down in the cockpit leaning up tokat escort against the cabin to enjoy the sun and the day. Once I was certain that we were out in the lake far enough to not have to worry about running aground I’d peel off my shorts and join her.

Generally for these late afternoon cruises we’d motor to the main Basin area of Lake Travis and cruise by Hippie Hollow and anchor at the east end of the Hollow or even go out to anchor at Sometimes Islands. After making sure we were anchored we’d grab a beer, throw out a line to hold onto, and jump on our rafts.

This particular Thursday we anchored up east of Hippie Hollow and outside of the park boundary. This area is basically just cliffs and ledges making the anchoring there deep. Because of the rocky bottom it is best to put out a stern line to the shore in addition to anchoring off the bow. As we anchored up and tightened both the anchor and stern lines we ended up just inside of 50-feet of the shore.

Let me say that I truly appreciate the feminine form, and I’m about as horny as any guy. But female nudists that enjoy boating and can go almost anytime are a very rare commodity. Plus, Sara had become a very good friend over the years. So Sara and my relationship remained totally platonic. That isn’t to say that I do not admire her figure, her lovely breast with just a hint of age appropriate sag, an ass to die for, and a slightly puffy set of pussy lips that are very noticeable beneath her light blonde pubic hair. Sara is definitely a looker.

As we motored toward Hippie Hollow we talked and I admired her lovely form as she sat against the cabin with one leg thrown over the cockpit combing. With her beautiful pussy invitingly on display I reminded myself that we are just friends. Somehow I managed to stem the flow of blood attempting to rush to my dick and avoid getting a hard-on. I just enjoyed the moment and the gift that Sara has given me to trust me to that degree.

We settled in to our usual routine and we got pretty relaxed lying out in the sun and drinking beer. We had been anchored for three or four hours and it was getting to be about 7:00 pm. The lake changes a bit about that time. Most of the boats and folks at Hippie Hollow have left and the lake just seems to quiet down a bit. It is the beginning of the end of the day and it is the absolute best time to just mellow out at Lake Travis.

Looking around I noticed that a couple of nude guys in their mid-twenties had moved from the Hollow past the east boundary and towards our anchorage, but they remained several hundred feet away. About then I decided to get out of the water and go down in the cabin to check on the battery and get a few things put away. After I climbed up in the cockpit I noticed that one of the two single males had left. As I worked below I glanced out past the stern again and Sara was hanging on to our stern line about 20 feet from the boat and lying yozgat escort on her raft on her stomach. Her ass was tan and looked fantastic. I then returned to my tasks in the cabin.

When I finished a couple of minutes later I started to climb out of the cabin but before doing so I noticed that the remaining young man had moved closer from a few hundred feet away to about 10 feet from where our stern line was tied to a large rock on the shore. This put him about thirty-feet directly behind Sara who was still lying on her tummy with her ass up and slightly spread legs pointed directly at the young man on the rocks. As I stood there watching in the cabin the young man began to rub his cock while looking at Sara. I thought ‘oh great’ we’ve got a ‘bushwacker’ and this is going to piss Sara off. He started to gently stroke himself and I could see that his cock was hard as a rock. When I climbed out of the cabin the young man stopped jerking off, but he continued to stare between Sara’s legs and at her ass with his hard on involuntarily bobbing and jerking.

About this time Sara turned over and saw him. I was about to yell at him to leave and not be such a “perv”, but before I did Sara smiled at him, looked over at me, and lay on her back and spread her legs so the young man could she her gorgeous pussy. As I watched her the guy started to slowly play with his cock again. At this Sara splayed both legs off the sides of the raft. I thought, “Wow, she is into this!” and I sat down in the cockpit and watched them both. The guy now felt confident that it was ok to masturbate in front of us and he started slowly rubbing his cock while he looked at Sara. He occasionally glanced at me just to be sure I was ok with what was happening.

As he slowly rubbed his dick he made sure that Sara got a good look at it. She continued to watch him without saying a word. But as he started to settle into a steady rhythm, she began to massage her breast with both hands. Squeezing each breast and then rolling her nipples between her fingers. Basically, she was starting to tease him… although I wasn’t the one the teasing was directed at it had an effect. And I felt my own cock harden as I watched Sara.

The young man did have quite a body. He was chiseled with a trim waist and large shoulders. He didn’t have six-pack abs, but he was most definitely in shape. His nuts and pubic area were shaved bare and his balls dangled low. He did have a good sized cock. Though not overly so in girth, it was long and had noticeable upward curve. He showed it off to Sara as much as possible by slowly and methodically stroking it with long, slow strokes, corkscrewing his fist over the head as he stroked it slowly back and forth.

Sara continued to tease him. Now she was running her hands over her pussy as well as continuing to squeeze and knead her tits and pinch her nipples. Soon the young man’s cock grew red and his stroking was getting zonguldak escort faster. Then Sara opened up her pussy lips and that was all she wrote, the young man wasn’t holding back any longer. He was now staring intently at her sex; his hand was steadily increasing the tempo over his tool. From my position in the cockpit of the boat I was elevated above the water enough that I could see Sara clearly. I could see that her pussy was slightly swollen and I thought I even saw a hint of wetness around her vagina. That is when everything became a little bit wild.

My cock was throbbing and I finally reached down and started to stroke myself. Watching the young man, Sara reached down and inserted a finger in herself. That was all it took for me. I was now officially masturbating as I watched Sara begin to play with herself. Finally, Sara let out a low moan and began to diddle her clit as she continued to finger herself. I stood up at the stern rail and started to furiously pump my own shaft as I watched my friend tease the young guy on shore and start to bring herself off. I glanced up at the guy and he was now jacking off with nothing but lust for the woman on the raft. His unit was so full of blood and pressure that his member was now turning purple. He was oblivious to the world and could only stare at her. The only thing on his mind was this beautiful woman and his own desperate need to cum.

Sara’s pace quickened and her hips started moving up to meet her fingers. She looked extremely hot as she performed for the young man. But she too went past the point of no return as she watched enthralled by the blur of the young man’s fist sliding over the purple head of his prick as his balls bounced around wildly.

The scene before me was very exciting and I too was jerking off as fast as I could. Suddenly I felt like my balls were turning inside out as I shot a stream of cum over the stern rail and into the lake. Another couple of jets and my sperm landed on the rail and the stern as the last of it dripped from my deflating member.

Now Sara was rubbing her pussy quickly and she was bucking on the raft making waves and splashing sounds in the still waters of the lake. Her own orgasm started and she let out a low, loud guttural moan as her orgasmic spasms hit her again and again. She never took her eyes off the young man’s fist flying over his cock. She was racked with her orgasm just as the young man closed his eyes, arched his back, and spewed a huge load of cum out into the lake. He must have shot it ten feet as the globs of white fluid continued to spurt out from his engorged member. Finally, the spurts subsided and he stood there slowly squeezing the head as a last big glob of sperm dripped off the head of his shrinking prick.

As Sara came down from her orgasm she absent-mindedly rubbed her pussy and looked around. She looked up at me with a big grin and noticed the last strings of cum falling from my dick. She then looked over at the young man and waved, got off her raft and swam over to the boat’s ladder. The young man cleaned himself up, grabbed his backpack and began making his way thru the rocks back to the park. Sara then spoke first words of the entire episode, “Bob, would you mind handing me another beer?”

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Stepping out of the steaming hot shower, I grabbed the towel from its rack and wrapped it around my dripping body. The soft cotton caressed my skin as I dried off, its fluffy fibres rubbing against me in all the right places. I felt a pleasant shiver run through me as I walked barefoot across the cool tiles; it was so refreshingly pleasant that it almost took my breath away. As I walked into the kitchen, a sudden chill swept over me, making me gasp in surprise as my nipples hardened and goosebumps rose on my skin.

It was already dark outside, so I flicked on the light switch before grabbing a cup of water. My boyfriend came in behind me, casting an imposing silhouette in comparison to my small stature. His deep, dark eyes traced along my naked curves, trailing alongside my hips and down around my thighs, soaking up every delicate slope of my hourglass shape that taunted and teased him further. I couldn’t help but smile as his gaze finally reached the center of my breasts, staring at my protruding nipples with an almost undeniable hunger.

A deep sigh escaped his chest, and a smoldering expression crossed his face as he whispered, “You’ve got to keep this up, don’t you? Walking around like this… One of these days, one of those poor elderly neighbours in the apartment building across the street is going to witness all this and have a heart attack on the spot!”

His words were both reprimanding and affectionate, so I wasn’t sure whether he was truly upset or merely amused by the situation, so I laughed; but his expression became solemn. In response to his stern demeanor, my bratty instincts kicked in, and I leaned against the counter with a slow sensuality, pushing up my plump, pink-tipped breasts as I innocently sipped from my glass of water. His gaze hardened, and his lips twitched as if to contain a smile.

I swayed my hips and spread my legs to give him a better view of my pussy, which was trimmed in a womanly triangle just the way he liked it. The sternness of his expression faded as he admired me, his eyes slowly trailing down my body until they reached my exposed, swollen pussy lips. His lips curled into a smirk as he slowly licked them with the tip of his tongue.

I looked up at him with a challenging expression on my face, daring kırşehir escort him to give in to his primal urges and take me right there. His eyes burned with an intensity that spoke of his inner desire, and as I held his attention, I felt my own arousal grow with each passing second. The heat between us had grown to the point where it could almost be felt in the air around us.

“I saw our new neighbour walk into the living room naked the other day. I could see her clearly from the window with the lights on in her apartment,” he warned me, but his voice betrayed his excitement.

“At least it wasn’t her boyfriend strolling around in his birthday suit,” I remarked.

“Yeah,” he laughed, adding, “it’s not the first time she’s given me more than a ‘walk by’ viewing experience… and I could see everything.”

His words piqued my interest, and I imagined the gorgeous curves of the brunette’s body, feeling my skin heat up as I imagined how her nipples would feel against my tongue.

“Did you like what you saw?” I inquired, my voice soft and trembling with need.

I could feel the electricity between us crackling as he seemed to scan my face for any hidden meaning in my words, knowing how jealous I could be. His dark eyes held mine for what felt like an eternity, searching for a clue as to what I was thinking. Even though his body was motionless, his breaths were slow and heavy. After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat.

“Yes,” he said simply, his lips curling into a slow, lazy smile.

“She’s hot,” I said as I set my empty glass on the counter. “I wouldn’t mind seeing more of that toned body.”

He gave me a playful glance, shaking his head in amusement. My boyfriend was understanding, willing to let me explore my sexuality, and actually supported me when it came to occasionally experiencing the pleasure of a woman’s touch–with or without him.

“She’s very attractive,” he concurred. “Exactly like you.”

“And, like me, she enjoys being watched,” I stated the obvious, because she would never expose herself in this manner otherwise. Looking up at him with wide eyes and a blush, I continued, “Perhaps she enjoys watching as well?”

His eyes lit up with hunger, as if raging malatya escort fires of desire had been ignited within him. I took a step closer, my trembling hands itching to have their way with the buttons on his shirt. His Adam’s apple dipped as he swallowed hard, but he didn’t move from his spot as I slid each button through its loop one by one, building up the anticipation until I finally slid the fabric off his shoulders.

His chest heaved as I ran my fingertips along the contours of his muscles, feeling the tension in his body with every second. His breathing grew deeper as I explored, with his chest expanding further with each intake of air. I could tell he was struggling to hold back the mounting need within him, and with each passing moment, I could feel his resolve slipping further away. All of his reservations about being exposed in a private moment gave way to a burning desire for more.

As I lowered myself to my knees and began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, it was clear that there was no turning back. His body seemed to hum with anticipation as I carelessly yanked on the zipper before sliding the denim down his toned legs. As I traced circles along his thighs, his breathing slowed, and he seemed to struggle to stay still as my fingers traced the outline of his growing erection, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to contain it. All I had to do was touch him, and the arousal emanating from where our skin met sent a wave of passion coursing through us both.

We both knew that if we stayed there with the light on, the couple in the apartment directly across the street could see us through their window, but that only added to the excitement. I felt a thrill of pleasure at the thought of being watched, and I could tell that he felt it too as he shifted his hips slightly, pushing his erection further into my hand as an invitation to explore him further. I complied, slipping my hand under his boxer shorts, massaging his length in a slow, sensual motion that made him to bite his lip and groan with delight.

He trembled with arousal as I finally peeled his boxers off, releasing his erection from its thin fabric prison. As I wrapped my hand around the hard length of him, my thumb lightly grazing niğde escort the precum leaking tip, his breath came out in ragged gasps and his eyes glazed over with desire. I moved my hand up and down his shaft, feeling the way it pulsed against my palm with each stroke as I stared into his eyes, watching him writhe beneath my touch.

My eyes were fixated on his as I parted my lips and gently took the head of his manhood into my mouth. He gasped as I swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive ridge and savoring the salty taste of his arousal before I sucked him deeper. I gripped the base of his shaft with my hand as I worked him deeper into my mouth, my lips tight around him, my tongue swirling faster and faster. My head bobbed up and down his shaft, my tongue running the length of it, saliva coating every inch.

His hips rose up to meet my mouth, and I heard the moan of pleasure escape from his lips as he grasped at my hair, pushing himself deeper into me, and I felt my own desire rise as I felt his control over me. The thought of someone watching us was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I felt myself trembling as I gave him pleasure, my muscles tense with desire.

As he approached the edge of ecstasy, his thrusts became more powerful and his grip on my hair tighter, and I could feel his muscles tense as he let go, filling my mouth with the warmth of his orgasm. I savored the taste of his essence and reveled in the power I wielded over him as I sucked and swallowed every drop until he couldn’t give any more. My tongue and lips teased him until he finally relaxed, his breathing slowing.

I smiled up at him, pleased with the pleasure I had given him, and said, “Next time, you’ll fuck me while I’m sprawled across the table by the kitchen window.”

“Why should I have to wait until the next time?”

His words held a sense of urgency as he moved closer to me. His hands were warm and firm, encircling my waist as he lifted me effortlessly off the floor until our lips met.

As if swept away with mad passion, we stumbled together towards the table at the far side of the room, near the window. He nearly tripped because his jeans were still pooling around his ankles, and I couldn’t stop giggling at how eager he was to have me.

He carefully lowered me onto the wooden tabletop, its chilliness radiating through my back, and sat himself between my legs, the heat of his breath stirring within me an inferno of sensations that I quickly realized were an invitation into a blissful pleasure that left me breathless by morning.

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Hi Nadia!

First of all, welcome to the city! Please let me sincerely thank you for contacting Sabrina’s Dating Consultancy and for engaging with our Dating App Profile Review Service. I have read your background, stated desires and requirements with great interest, as well as your social media presence and app profiles, and I think I have some ideas about why you have been struggling on the dating scene since moving to this country.

For your case, I agree with your current strategy of meeting like-minded guys via dating apps, as you have been attempting so far. I love the profile you have put together and your clear sense of humour and style, but I have put together a series of suggestions for you to jazz it up with your picture portfolio – adding a little “rizz”, shall we say! 😛

1) YOUR OPENING PICTURE. App dating is essentially a race between you and all the other girls in the city as to who can attract the attention of the guys the fastest. At stage one, therefore, you are going to need to pique your audience’s interest from the outset. In reality, this is going to mean using your breasts to your advantage. To net an eligible suitor to not auto swipe left on you, you *need* to be using your breasts, and particularly your nipples, to arouse immediate and powerful curiosity. A photo with an exceptional amount of cleavage can also work here, but you are going to have to be willing to fully advertise your breasts and nipples later anyway, so any modesty here will not really benefit you, but will reduce your hit rate. With your body type especially, nipples are going to be more of a useful tool. I gather from what you have told me previously that you are not likely to have a suitable photo already – do you own anything thin enough that will show off your body as I have described?

As I always say – natural is the way to go. My suggestion would be to find your outfit, arrange a meeting with your friends, leave your bra at home, and make sure that some pictures are taken!

Just try to remember that the ladies you are competing with will often be opening their profiles with themselves in mesh bras on the beach or in totally sheer blouses and making out with their friends in a nightclub, so you cannot afford to be too conservative here. I am doing my best to offer advice on netting a guy you like whilst sticking to your morals as closely as possible i.e. the tamest viable dating profile that still gives you a chance at success.

2) REMAINING PROFILE. I know you will not want to hear this, but as a woman, your profile is a vehicle for you to advertise your body to your audience. I like what you have put together with the prompts, but really what you write there is not going to win or lose you many matches. You can leave that the same. My suggestions for your remaining five pictures are;

a) Your second picture *must*, unfortunately, be the picture in which you show what you’ve got. This will take the form of you, at a beach, in a swimsuit, full display, no covering, head to toe, nude except for a very small amount of cloth. The aim of this picture is to get your audience picturing your naked body, and getting it close to correct. So, select your beachwear accordingly and make sure to not hide anything from the photographer.

Further, in no particular order, are some other essentials;

b) An *implied* nude selfie at home. This picture is to enforce the idea in the mind of the audience that you are generally available and often undressed at home, and if they message you then there is a likelihood that you are in such a state of undress when reading and responding to their message. This can be an out-of-frame topless photo, a picture of your face with some kind of reflective surface in the background showing nudity, or a bottomless sweater picture. Get creative and don’t be too obvious.

c) One or two further photos of you braless (or otherwise without underwear) whilst out and about. You need to instill the impression that you are a liberal and fun-loving girl who does not mind people looking at her body, and would probably turn up in a similar state if they were to match and arrange to meet her. Capture different angles and different outfits that showcase your chest as much as possible.

d) You ordu escort in traditional wear, and with your navel visible. This will be your USP and may serve to counteract or justify the relatively conservative nature of the rest of your profile. However, you must still maintain an element of appeal. Get that midriff out!

e) In the remaining slots you may retain some of the photos from your previous profile, to maintain an authentic impression of yourself.

Following the steps I have set out above, I do not doubt that you will get a number of matches with people you find suitable and that you will get along with enough with your natural personality. However, date night itself is a hurdle where many fall, and I cannot ethically leave you hanging without my advice on how to navigate this. My business model relies on people failing at this step and returning to me for advice, but I feel a real connection with you based on your history and I really want you to succeed here, and I have taken the liberty of including a personalised guide for first dates, free of charge.

3) DATE NIGHT. People get busy, flake, change their minds, match other girls online, or get baited into putting “bros before hoes” – you need to prevent this from happening. The way to get a guy to turn up 100% of the time is to show him the potential reward for a good night. Ultimately, the only way to lock a date in is by showing them your naked body ahead of time. There is no way around this. I know, I know, this *technically* conflicts with the conditions you set out on the form, but please stick with me here – it’s all part of the plan.

My suggestion would be a “just getting ready” photo, or similarly “looking forward to meeting you!”. The caption is not really important, but it is easy to think of a sensible one. The photo meanwhile needs to be a full frontal mirror selfie, nothing hidden (or at least, all the important bits showing ;-D), and you need to show your excitement for the meeting, which means including your face and SMILING with everything you have. This is a necessary step. If all goes according to plan later, he will be seeing all of this with his own eyes and will not be sharing your picture with anybody else, so I do not consider this a breach of your requirement that you do not sacrifice any dignity to get your guy.

On the day, your main aim will be for you both to be back at your place. Remember, this guy now has your nudes and no qualms yet about sharing them, so you must endeavour to complete the plan. To ensure this, you are going to need to dress the part, i.e. for his enjoyment. This is going to mean THIN and TIGHT materials. Firstly, the bra is staying at home. As before, your chest is going to be your primary weapon in this phase. This means nipples CLEARLY visible and breasts FREE TO MOVE. When you walk, laugh, shake hands, adjust your position – your breasts should be jiggling and bouncing as if you were sitting in front of him topless. For the sake of your stated desire for public modesty, you may cover other parts of your body, but I really do not recommend attending with any more than two of the following covered to the eye – your arms, your upper chest, your cleavage, your midriff, your feet, your upper legs and your back. In this condition, even if you guys are not a great fit, he will be captivated enough by your outfit that there is no likelihood of a premature conclusion to the night, and he will definitely be treating you right the whole time. If he’s picking you up, all you should need to have on your person is your house key, a pair of shoes or sandals, a short skirt and a crop top.

(Incidentally, a good rule for going out with a guy is to have as little with you as possible. The closer you can get to just being a natural woman and letting the man take care of you, the better. If you’re on a date with little outdoor walking, you can take this to an extreme – leave the shoes at home, wear a short dress and hide your house key in the front garden. No distractions, no obstacles, no concerns. Just you, him, about 50 g of fabric, and a great evening.)

After this stage, it is time to enjoy yourself. Have a date. Find out if you are mutually compatible. Enjoy yourself. Let him and those osmaniye escort around you enjoy your appearance, your presence and your amazing, authentic personality.

4) END OF DATE. At the end of the date, you are going to make your man cum. Whether you liked him or not, had a good time or not, this is a part of dating etiquette here that you should not break. If you like him, this is your key to a chance at a second date. Making him orgasm will also be your way of showing him your gratitude for meeting you, paying for your date, and giving you a good time. If you do not take care of him at the end of the night, you will inevitably lose to the girl from last week or that he will meet tomorrow who lets him put it in her ass and stay the night – there are no two ways around this sadly.

If you did not click with the guy in real life, however, then making him cum is even more critical – it’s a matter of dignity. After a bad date, your guy still has no strong reason not to share the nudes you sent him earlier with all of his buddies, and from there you have no idea where it will spread. You can choose to view this as strings-free training, wherein you can practice your skills without the pressure of securing a second meeting. Your first few times at this will not be very skilled, so when you do come across your special someone, you will find it useful to have already practiced with a few other men. Even if, as I suspect you will, you lose the concern over the spread of your naked photos online or across campus, it is always best to keep people happy and win friends in a small town such as this. At the end of this transaction, he is primally satisfied, you got a free meal and some valuable practice, and you can both never meet again without any regrets or worries – everyone’s happy!!

Stimulating a partner with your hands and mouth after a date really is a matter of etiquette, and I hope that you will not consider this important act a stain on your honour. When you practice this for the first time I believe that you will realise this, as well as learn the joy and dignity of using your mouth to give pleasure, and the pride in the good work done symbolised by the feeling of warm, soft cum on your skin.

I leave the specifics of this art to you, but as you claim [;-)] never to have done this before, there are some key elements I must emphasise. a) Remember that there is no such thing as a good blowjob that does not use hands, and or a good handjob that does not involve your mouth. The tip of his cock needs to remain in your mouth where it is warm and comfortable, whilst your hands are the main tool for stimulation. b) The final piece of the puzzle is you making him cum onto your face or chest. Even if you’re in a position where naturally he would shoot in your mouth, readjust ASAP once you feel it coming – so be alert! This will be important later. You can typically tell when a man is about to orgasm if you have your lips around his penis, but even if you miss it at first there are normally several spurts of cum. So, if you feel a burst of warm liquid in your mouth then get his penis outside your mouth and pointed at your face in time for the next ones.

Some men are unfortunately difficult or slow to bring to climax manually. The longer this stage goes on, the greater the chance will be that they request the use of your vagina to cum in, a request which would be improper to refuse. For me, this is no big deal, but I understand that in your culture this is a more sacred act, and I totally respect that – it’s so cute! In order to get ahead of this, you should maximise his stimulation. Over time you will be able to do this with your mouth, but as a first instance, you need to do things that will increase overall excitement – remove clothes, perform in less than total privacy, don’t protest if he tries to take control, be submissive. Think fully naked and on your knees in front of your doorframe, or maybe of discarding your shirt somewhere and snuggling up to him on a secluded park bench. If someone sees you, it’s really no big deal – 99.99% of people either ignore you totally or just stand to watch for a while before moving on. You’re just two human beings enjoying the conclusion of a great date. sinop escort Nothing to see here.

It is possible that he will try to take control of business by holding your head in his hands and moving you up and down to his own rhythm, or pushing you against a wall and fucking your mouth like he would if it were one of your other holes. This is a good sign for you as it means he is likely determined to use your mouth to bring himself to orgasm, and there won’t be any awkward situations with him trying to put it in your vagina, or kiss you or anything weird. So, in this circumstance, I suggest relaxing and letting him use your mouth – but being careful not to miss those orgasm warning signs!

However they may pressure you, I suggest avoiding any acts of greater intimacy on the first date, such as kissing or letting him try to “return a favour”. Both of these are very intimate acts whose first instance should be delayed. For your case in particular, a girl’s first-ever kiss is one of the most precious and meaningful moments, which I would never advise to yield casually. Really get to know all aspects of your man over at least several weeks before letting him kiss you.

5) AFTERWARDS. Your hardest work is done, but I still strongly suggest dispelling any notion of feigned enjoyment or a failed outing. This should take the form of a thank you text. This text will feature a picture of you, your naked body, your excited, smiling face, and the untouched cum which he recently deposited onto you and you are in no rush to remove. The caption will be “Thanks for a great night!” or similar. There is no real method to this photo, but the best cum facial/cum-covered pics involve some dripping, hanging action. The way it hangs on to your nipples or chin is amazing and guys love to see it. If it dries out on your body before you can get home to take a picture, that is fine – even flaky, dry cum will show up well on your skin in a photo due to the contrast. This will confirm your status as a good girl worthy of respect, and his status as a strong, virile alpha male, and make it morally impossible for him to later share your nudes or cross you in any other way. Even if he wants a second date and you don’t for example, he cannot feel jilted this way, and he will have the memories of your body and your intimate moment forever.

Relationships and the events that occur after the first date fall outside of my speciality, but I must advise you if you do go on a second date, it will have to involve sex in the sense of him penetrating your body with his penis. Two dates without sex here would be viewed as extremely prudish and reduce your quality as potential girlfriend material. In fact, simply sucking his dick again with no escalation would probably be interpreted as a rejection and an attempt to terminate the dating relationship in a polite way. If you are not interested in seeing him a third time, then this is the method, but to continue the relationship, you need to let him put it inside you at this point.

Of course, the easiest and most natural way, and my recommendation, would be to let him use your vagina, but I get that that’s a no-go for you, which only leaves your bottom. The thing about this is that your anus is not designed to accept large objects, so you need to start training it well ahead of time, i.e. today. There are many guides for this online, but my suggestion after your progress from fingering is to purchase actual sex toys which are designed to minimise injury risk. Start small and with lubrication, and then continually increase the size to toys slightly beyond the range at which you are comfortable. Over the next few months and years until you are ready to give up your “virginity”, I suspect that you will be letting quite a few different men put their penises inside your anus on quite a regular basis. As you may or may not know men can vary substantially in size and circumference, so there is no upper limit beyond which it is not sensible to train your anus. Even if it starts to feel loose, men take that as an indication of experience and will be into it. So, start today!

Aaand, that’s it! All the steps to the first stages of finding a future husband you love are right here. Please do keep in touch and let us know how everything goes. If you need further advice on photos or other dating-related queries, I am not contractually able to offer my service for free, but please use the code SABRINA2023 on the website for a 75% discount.

Wishing you all the best & good luck with your studies!

Sabrina

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CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you’re allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC.

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I realized that I would probably be a bit too obvious if I tilted the rear-view mirror such that I could stare directly at Karin, or rather at Karin’s lap, so I resisted. I also resisted turning around every ten seconds to look directly at Karin in the back seat. The fact that she was without underwear, sitting with her bare ass on the back seat of my car kept me perpetually aroused. Luckily I was sitting such that my shirt covered the obvious bulge in my pants.

Sarah sat beside me, and was leaning against the window, her head nestled between the window and the head rest of her seat, facing inward. Her sunglasses prevented me from knowing if she was asleep, but I thought she was.

Karin and Ondrea were relaxed in the back seat, and I could hear them shuffling around and the odd whisper over the music. I’d glance back and smile every once and a while, but tried to be too obvious in that I was hoping for another glimpse of naked flesh. I was sure I was hearing a giggle now and again as I turned back toward the road and kept on driving.

I finally had to shift my swollen member, and tried to do it subtly with my left hand so that nobody would notice. I finally managed to place my cock in a comfortable position within my shorts, and went back to driving. I swore though that “sleeping” Sarah’s expression changed quickly as I finished and I saw a little pink tongue moving back into her mouth.

***

The remainder of the drive to Mt. Washington was rather uneventful. That is to say, I concentrated on the road as much as possible, and the previously described patterns continued. I was thinking about what had passed so far, and remained hard, with my balls aching. I was excited about the flesh I had so far seen today, and the prospects of seeing more; I was also thinking hard (no pun intended) about the idedas of being seen by others. Sarah’s seeing me shifting my cock in my pants compounded with my overhearing Karin’s conversation with Ondrea about how she got turned onto exhibitionism really had me worked up.

My mind was beginning to fill with scenarios that involved my seeing the women exposed in various states of undress and also scenarios that might involve me being seen by them. I was stolen away from my arousing dreams by our arrival at Sarah’s Cabin.

Sarah’s cabin was not right on the main part of the Mountain, but rather set in a more private area on its own. We were able to pull up right in front of it, and I backed in so that the car could easily be unloaded. I put my hand on Sarah’s knee and after she failed to respond, I gently massaged it. She let out a soft growl, and reached up lazily to pull her sunglasses forward. Looking over her glasses she told me, “If you don’t stop, you might end up doing that all weekend.”

I smiled and drew my hand away, tracing my fingers along her leg. As the connection was broken, I winked, and opened the door. As I stood up, my previously comfortable hard cock was forced in a direction it shouldn’t go and I quickly doubled over using the blazingly fast reaction times all men are able to call forth to protect their twig and berries.

Idquickly shifted my unit as I stood back up so that it was lying more comfortably, and hoped that my shirt covered it. I looked toward the car, and the girls who were climbing out. Well, Karin was climbing out as was Sarah, but Ondrea was looking straight out the window at my crotch, seeing I was standing right there. I froze for a second, and decided to not say anything. I moved to the back of the car to start unloading as Sarah went to unlock the cabin.

Karin waved her arms above her head to get my attention, which it did as her skirt was raised precariously high, and I was again able to see her silhouette and the shadows of her nipples through her translucent shirt.

“Dave, don’t you lift a finger. You drove us all the way here and I think it’s only fair that we do all the unloading. You go sit there on the stairs and we’ll do everything while you supervise.”

I was only too happy to accept the offer.

***

I sat down on the lowest step and leaned back, my arms on the step above. I stretched my legs out, and basked in the sun. Don’t think I took my eyes of these girls for even a second though – I recognized a good opportunity to take in a beautiful view.

Ondrea was leaning into the trunk pulling out our stuff. kahramanmaraş escort Her tight blue bikini shorts must have ridden up while we were driving. Even more of the moons of her ass cheeks were peeking out – amazingly smooth, and begging to be caressed. Even more eye-drawing to me, though, was the dark patch between her legs – was she aroused thinking about her bet with Karin – which was enhanced the way the fabric was pulled up between her lips. It was, indeed, the perfect cameltoe.

Karin, to my disappointment wasn’t doing the same stretch with her ass pointed out toward me. This disappointment didn’t last long, though, as she was taking the luggage that Ondrea unpacked, and taking them up the stairs into the cabin. My eyes drew toward her as she neared, her skirt swaying, her hips moving seductively. As she walked up the steps near me she began speaking, “This should take a minute, just sit and relax – in fact, Sarah will bring you a drink.”

This gave me an excuse to keep looking at her as she stepped beside me and then started to move above me, “Thanks, that’s um…great.” I was briefly flummoxed as she stepped up and past me, as I was treated to an amazingly enticing view of her light brown triangle of pubic hair. She wasn’t a hairy person, in fact, it was more a slight covering that started above her lips and covered only a small triangle. Her lips were glistening as she walked past, and – I swear – slightly parted and flushed with arousal.

As I leaned back looking up her skirt and my view of her pussy changed to one of her rounded ass, I saw Sarah coming out of the cabin shaking her head at me…she knew what I’d done. I momentarily panicked that she’d call me on it and embarrass me, but relaxed as she handed me a Smirnoff Ice, “Here you go, time for you to cool off.” As she said this, she pulled a clear jug of water and ice from behind her back and poured it on my head and body, and, again, I’m sure, dumping most of it on my crotch.

My nipples became instantly hard, so that my cock wasn’t feeling alone anymore and I jumped up to give chase. I ran past Ondrea who was just depositing the last of the luggage on the living room floor and I caught Sarah a few seconds later in a gentle bear hug. I didn’t give thought to the fact that she could feel my hard aching cock pressing into her butt, as I was too caught up in the chill I felt from the cold water. She squirmed in good fun as I pulled her over to the couch and pushed her down on back. I straddled her legs just below her hips and held her wrists tight.

She and I were both laughing as I asked her how she liked the feel of something so cold. I held the sweatingly chilled bottle of Smirnoff Ice over her right arm, which, along with her left, I held above her head with my free arm. I lowered it slowly as she shrieked, and then touched the side against the inside of her upper arm. She screamed as it touched and squirmed all the more, “I’m sorry…..hmmhahaha…stop….”

Karin and Ondrea had since followed us in to watch, and were pointing and laughing at Sarah’s well deserved comeuppance. I did a double take as I realized that Ondrea was absentmindedly stroking her left breast with her hand, and recognized that something about this was turning her on.

I turned back toward Sarah who was squirming a bit more and told her she’d suffer the way I’d suffered as I held the bottle to the side of her beautiful neck. The cold perspiration of the bottle had it’s desired effect. I then moved it down her neck to her bared left shoulder, dragging it slowly, leaving a glistening trail of cold water. Sarah was still squirming, but it was more from her hips than her whole body now, and as I leaned over her, I could feel her body moving against my cock; it didn’t matter to me whether I was imagining it or not – it felt amazing.

I laughed aloud and checking that Karin and still-touching-her-self-and-now-flushed Ondrea were watching and approving with their laughter. I lifted the bottle up and lowered it slowly as Sarah looked quivering in, well, something, “Sarah – you got my head and neck wet…my shoulders wet, and you made my nipples hard enough to cut glass.” With that I lowered it onto her right nipple, which was already hard, and held her shirt tight for a moment.

I repeated the same with the right as she cried out, “Enough! Stop! Please!”

As I drew back laughing, and pulled myself free from Sarah, I was drawn to the dampened rings on her whit shirt, her nipples plainly visible in their brown beauty. They were now hard as diamonds, and Karin wasted no time in pointing this out as Sarah started laughing again and told me, “Ok… you got me fair and square…but watch out, this means war.”

Sarah quickly covered up as we all started laughing – Ondrea had stopped caressing her breast at some point – and Sarah turned to me and said, “You shouldn’t laugh, you’ve got something hard going on too.” The three girls were now staring at me, well, kastamonu escort not me so much as my bulging cock. The shorts were soaking wet and clearly outlined my truly aching penis. I just shook my head and said, “Um…sorry, I guess with the heat and um…”

“Don’t worry about it Dave, its ok. Everyone gets them now and then.”

This was from Ondrea, the shy one, and we all turned to look at her in shock that she’d say anything about something sexual in front of me at all.

She was still looking right at my wet-cloth-covered-cock, which didn’t help matters for me, when she realized we were all staring at her in amazement. “Well its true isn’t it?”

I shook my head grinning with excitement and embarrassment and stood there during a very long moment of silence. I don’t think any of us knew what to say, but finally Karin broke the silence as she picked up my bag from the ground and threw it at my chest, “Go cool off in the shower big boy.” And with that comment, we all broke into laughter as I turned and went toward the bathroom.

***

I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned up against it, my bag in my arms. I was flush and breathing quickly. Hmm….breathing fast – air; flushed – fire; I was soaking wet – water; and I was rock hard – earth; all the elements at once. OK that wasn’t actually going through my mind then…but thinking back now…

I stood there for a second with my heart beating in my ears. I finally stood up straight, dropped my bag and started pulling off my clothes. I hung my shirt over the bar on the back of the door and my pants hung from the doorknob. My underwear, I lay across the sink by the door. I reached into the tub and turned on the faucets, mingling the hot and cold water to a tepid temperature.

I stepped into the tub and slid the glass shower door shut. The water cascaded over my body and I just closed my eyes, and leaned my head back under the spray. The water felt amazing, cooling my body down without causing me to go into shock. I stretched my muscles and worked out some of the kinks gathered from the long drive up.

I grabbed the shampoo that was there, some fruity scented stuff, and lathered up my hair. I felt so amazingly relaxed under the water, and just stood there, enjoying the feeling. I started thinking back over the day so far. Stolen peeks at Sarah’s flesh at her house; the discussion of Ondrea and Karin in the book store; Karin’s exposure; my secret videoing in the car; seeing Sarah’s nipples through her shirt; feeling her body against mine; the girls all seeing my hard erection through my wet shorts. All these memories combined to make my still hard cock even harder, and my hand slowly reached down.

I started stroking slowly, the tension building fast. I was broken from my reverie by some noise and the girls laughing through the door. I realized where I was and turned to rinse the shampoo out of my hair and off my face. As I did this I reached down and turned the hot water down. I did so at a slow enough rate that I wasn’t shocked by the cold, but I did feel it. And it had the desired effect of reducing my erection. But God, my balls were swollen.

After a few minutes of my frigid relaxant, I stepped from the shower, tension in my neck and shoulders (from driving released), tension in my genitals somewhat held in check. I reached for the pile of towels I’d spied on the shelf by the sink only to find it empty. My shirt, my shorts, and my underwear – even my bag – were gone. Now I knew what the burst of laughter I’d heard was all about. At that point it didn’t cross my mind that someone had to have come into the bathroom while I was showering, behind clear glass doors, and taken all the clothes.

I paused for a sec laughing at my predicament. Then I paused again realizing I was naked, in the bathroom, with nothing to cover myself up with. And three absolutely gorgeous women were outside the room, fully aware of my situation. I stood, dripping on the floor – the bathmat was even gone – and realized I’d stood there, eyes shut, savoring the wonderful water on my body totally ignorant of the mission they’d undertook successfully against me. It didn’t escape me that this was, in fact, a fantasy of mine, and that I loved the idea of being caught naked like this, and being “forced” to expose myself.
Now that it was here, I didn’t know what to do.

***

Thinking about my dilemma and the humiliation of walking out there was getting to me – and I mean in a good way. My recently subdued cock was starting to rear it’s purple head.

I decided to open the door a crack and see if they were all standing there waiting for me. I slowly turned the handle, and pulled the door inward just opening it a crack. I put my eye to the crack and looked out into the hallway – totally bare. They’d even removed the carpet. I could see the open door to what was usually my bedroom halfway down the hall and considered making a break for it.

I kayseri escort considered that if I was careful, I could make the room without them knowing I had opened the door…I just had to be quiet.

Well, I’m sure you can guess what happened, but you’d be wrong. I made it down the hall to the door and peeked around the corner into the room. It seemed empty and I started to reach toward the handle of the door to push it open all the way and enter.

“Say Cheese!”

A flash at the end of the hall went off as one of Sarah took a photo of me standing there naked, penis at full mast. I reached for the door again just as it slammed shut and I saw a string tied to the knob leading down the hallway. I didn’t know what to do as the flash went again. I was like an aroused deer in the headlights. I flattened myself against the wall, pressing my cock against my belly. And the flash went again. Just then Sarah ran past me to the bathroom, her body brushing my ass as she ran. The three of them were laughing as Sarah blocked the door.

It was only then that I noticed that Ondrea was at the end of the hall with my Video Camera, filming the whole embarrassingly erotic experience.

“Come on you guys, a joke’s a joke, and you got me good, but where are my clothes?”

The three of them all started laughing, and I couldn’t help but notice Ondrea massaging her breast again with her free hand.

“Out in the living room Dave, which is where you’ll be sleeping this weekend. Each of us each gets our own private room this trip,” spoke Sarah, a glint in her eye.

I made a break for it then, covering as much of my groin with my hands as possible, running toward and then past Karin and Ondrea, the flash going again and again on Karin’s camera. I saw my bag with my clothes on top sitting in the middle of the room, and I quickly grabbed my shorts, forgoing my underwear, and pulled them on.
They were actually warm to the touch, and I realized that the girls must have put them in the dryer while I was finishing my shower and getting up the nerve to escape the bathroom.

I turned to find the women clapping as Ondrea handed me my video camera. “Nice job there Dave, you really can run quick when you need to,” Ondrea said.

“Sorry, we had to get you back for what you did to Sarah,” came from Karin.

“And I wanted to see something of yours since you showed everyone something of mine!” laughed Sarah.

“Ha Ha…ok, now you’ve all done it, don’t think I won’t get even….somehow,” was all I could come up with, standing there in my tented shorts, quivering in embarrassed excitement.

***

They started laughing.

“Sure you will.”

“Not with the three of us working together.”

“Mmmmmm”

We all did a double take at that as we turned to Ondrea who was still, absentmindedly massaging her breast. She stopped suddenly realizing we were all looking at her, and all of us burst into laughter together.

“The least you three can do is to cook me dinner now.”

“Fair enough,” said Sarah, as she walked up and pushed me over the arm of the couch, “Something nice and tender, coming your way, and here’s your drink to help keep you cool.” She handed me my Smirnoff Ice, that I’d left untouched, and I found it was still cold – the must have put it back into the fridge. I grabbed my shirt, lay back on the couch, my legs over the arm, and closed my eyes.

To them I was just resting, but I was really reliving the last 10 minutes and the emotions and feelings that were still coursing through my body.

The three of them went about organizing the place. The supplies were unpacked, the bags distributed to their respective bedrooms. Aside from the one bedroom off the hall, there was one large and another small one off the living room. I would peek out from under my eyelids as I heard them move about. At one point I looked over toward the kitchen to see Karin bending over at the waist, her edible ass pointed toward me, as she emptied a case of beer into the fridge. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see most of her ass, and, more enticing, her lovely, still engorged lips aiming back at me. I didn’t move, and I don’t think I took a breath in those 20 seconds, but then I heard Sarah whisper sharply, “Hey, what happened to your underwear girl?”

Karin stood upright at that and smoother her skirt down over her cheeks. “Sorry, I forgot, um….sorry.” She cast her eyes down, hidden slightly behind her hair, and I swore she looked out of the sides of her eyes to see if I had seen.

Sarah’s return whisper, which was still loud enough for me to hear, was cut off as Ondrea turned on the stereo and Abba started pumping out. Sarah and Karin got close together and spent a song or two talking. Sarah’s eyes got big once or twice and she looked in my direction now and then. I still feigned my restful eyes-closed state, just moving my right foot in time to the music, my drink coming to my lips every minute or two.

I couldn’t see her, but Ondrea was dancing around behind me, I think, as I could her bumps on the floor, more in sync with the music than my own foot-jiving was. I have to admit, I have no sense of rhythm at all. My friends laugh as I can only clap by visually watching other people clapping, not by actually finding the beat in the music itself.

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