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This is a work of fiction. It contains a bisexual encounter, but ends happily

ROB’S ADVENTURE STARTS.

Rob’s adventure started a month after his wife’s funeral. He needed to have a break from his house and his village. He decided to go Walkabout, with no set plan and no time limit. He would just follow his nose until he got his sanity back.

He had binned or donated Rosie’s things to charity. He put his things into storage. He employed letting agents They would have all the hassles of maintenance and any bother with the tenants.

ROB’S FIRST NUDE AFFAIR

Rob had only been naked in public once before. That was for a night time “nude challenge” at University. He was only naked for 3 minutes.

About 20 students had got sponsors. They all congregated on the beach at 8pm. The men were on one group and women in the another. It was dark and Rob undressed quickly, ran to the water and then back to his clothes.

THE SECOND NUDE SESSION

Rob stayed at a “clothes optional” hotel and gardens. He wimped out and didn’t go nude until the afternoon. He hoped to see nubile women. Instead it was chocked full of elderly people. Both men and women had saggy tits and grey pubic hair.

After lunch he swam naked. Then he chatted to people who were all naked. Rob got used to looking at faces rather than intimate areas. He liked playing tennis naked. He found just sitting around sunbathing is boring. He took up portrait drawing. He hadn’t done any art works since his school days. He enjoyed having the time to give vent to his artistic talents.

At school he had drawn and painted a picture of a cut cabbage. He had spent 3 sessions getting the various colours and shading just right. It was displayed on the wall of the Art class. He had never done a portrait before. He did a pencil drawing of a nude man. He gave the portrait to his nude model as a present.

Rob thought that it was funny seeing the same people smartly dressed for evening meal and socials. Ironically they look sexier clothed than when they were in the buff. A lady approached him and wanted to be his nude model. Rob agreed and he spent the next day producing a pencil drawing of her. He apologised that he couldn’t capture her breasts properly. But the lady was pleased with his efforts.

Rob enjoyed looking closely at his nude model. But he got most enjoyment from seeing her get undressed.

Rob never again felt that it is wrong to be nude. He was happy being nude with the other guests.

BRIAN AND SHARON’S TALE

Rob’s next sexual encounter was with a married couple, Brian and Sharon. Their sex life had always been vanilla. Sharon wanted a night of MMF debauchery. She wanted to hire a male prostitute to come to their house. But then along came Rob. He wanted adventure and wouldn’t want the £1,000 fee a bisexual prostitute would want.

She contacted Rob and asked him if he wanted a new adventure. Of course Rob accepted.

Rob rang their doorbell and Brian opened it. Brian was totally naked showing his beautiful, girthy cock. Sharon was also naked with full breasts and shaved pussy on display.

Brian invited Rob to make his cock go hard. Rob got down and licked the shaft. Then he took Brian’s cock in his mouth. Sharon was turned on watching Brian suck her husband’s cock. She was wanking herself. That turned Brian and Rob on even more.

Rob was now rock hard. His cock was vertical. Sharon then took out a condom and began to sheath Rob’s cock. Brian watched intently as Sharon had Rob’s fully erect cock in her hands.

Brian ordered Sharon to get in the doggy position. Rob stood behind her and slammed his cock into her pussy. He gave her hard thrusts.

It felt strange to use another man’s wife while being watched. ordu escort But Brian played with his erect dick while he watched Rob mercilessly ploughing Sharon from behind. Rob grunted as he thrust deep into Sharon. Finally he shot his load.

Brian took great pleasure in removing the spent condom from Rob’s prick. He admired the cum that had collected in it.

Sharon then stood up and ordered the 2 men to have a 69 session. This made Rob hard again and so Sharon ordered them to stop. She ordered her husband to cover Rob’s penis with a condom. Brian loved preparing Rob for a second session with his wife.

Sharon then rode Rob cowgirl style, while Brian played with his cock. To his delight, Brian once again got to remove the condom from Rob’s cock. Both Sharon and Brian kissed Rob’s body.

Then Sharon ordered Rob to lie face down and prepare for Brian to mount him and fuck his rear. He watched as Sharon put on a prelubricated extra strong condom on her husband’s erect cock. Rob had never been fucked up the arse. But Brian was sensitive and didn’t go full Rambo on his arse. Rob enjoyed the feeling of a man’s cock forcing its way into his rear cavity. He like the feeling Brian’s cock had on all sides of his anal walls. He enjoyed his first taste of anal sex. He enjoyed the thrill as he felt Brian’s sperm hit the top of the condom. Brian had an orgasmic spasm to finally fill the condom. Brian stayed erect inside of Rob for about 20 seconds and then slowly withdrew.

Sharon said “That’s enough physical activity for tonight. In the morning it is my turn to receive a cock up my bum. Call heads or tails for which one takes my arse first.”

Rob called correctly. The 3 of them spent the night in the master bedroom. Rob was in the centre and this allowed both Brian and Sharon to play with him. To misquote a famous song “They didn’t get much sleep but they had a lot of fun” in the master bed.

The next day Rob woke up with an erection. Sharon didn’t want to waste this opportunity and so sucked him off. Brian looked disappointed as he wanted Rob’s cock in his mouth. Of course that delayed Rob’s first chance to have anal sex with Sharon.

But after a breakfast, which no one bothered to get dressed for, Brian asked if Rob would mind if he went first. Sharon took her husband into the front room and stood holding the settee arms for support. Brian was erect and just pushed his cock straight into his wife’s rear. As he thrust Rob enjoyed seeing Sharon’s breasts swing. It didn’t take long for Brian to reach orgasm. He withdrew and they kissed.

By now Rob was erect and Sharon wanted second helpings. Rob felt a slight resistance as his cock entered her anus. He wanted to the experience to last but he had an orgasm after only about a minute. He realised he had just had sloppy seconds.

The 3 of them spent the rest of the morning naked and giving each other treats. Rob enjoyed washing both the husband and the wife. They enjoyed washing him.

Rob said “Well that was the most worthwhile 24 hours of my life. But I have more of life to experience. Thank you.”

Brian and Sharon helped Rob to get dressed. They played with his cock for the last time.

Just before he left Brian said “My big regret is that this night wasn’t filmed. You were sensational. Feel free to drop in whenever you feel like it.”

SEEING A DOGGING COUPLE

Rob met Elaine and they went together as boyfriend and girlfriend. Elaine was prim and proper and Rob was randy as hell. He wanted Elaine because she was well dressed and upper class. She wasn’t like Sharon who gave her all willingly and freely. Elaine was someone you had to woo. She might give up her goodies but it would take a long time to get her into sexual osmaniye escort situations.

Rob and Elaine went for a walk along the footpath to Swanage. Elaine needed to pee so they went off the footpath into a wood. Rob followed because he had always wanted to see a woman pee in a semi-public place. And if that woman was high class like Elaine then so much the better.

Despite being desperate Elaine needed to be well away from the main footpath. She didn’t want to be seen. This delay in finding somewhere safe from prying eyes made Rob even more eager to see Elaine piss. He half expected Elaine to say “It’s not ladylike for me to allow you to watch” but she didn’t. She surprised Rob by standing up, removing her panties, pulling up her dress and peeing. She showed no shame standing there showing some of her bush as the waters flowed down to the forest floor.

She finished and then put on her panties. She had exceeded Rob’s expectation. It was a dream come true. But the reality was better than his expectation. Usually fantasies are better than reality.

Then a man and a woman came into the woods. The man had a short back and sides hair style. He had some grey hairs. Rob supposed that he was about 50. He wasn’t fat but he obviously enjoyed his food. She must have been in her mid 20s.

Rob and Elaine expected them to walk on. But they didn’t. They hadn’t seen Rob and Elaine. The man placed a large towel on the ground.

The lady had shoulder length brown hair. She took off her tee short. She wore no bra and so exposed her small (C cup sized?) breasts. Her brown nipples were about half an inch long. She took off her jeans and finally pulled her panties down. She had dark, trimmed pubic hair. In short she was what you would call a babe.

Elaine signalled to Rob to remain quiet.

The woman rose to go to the river. This gave Rob and Elaine a great view of her firm buttocks as she went there. She had a nude swim. Elaine and Rob admired the stranger’s breasts and cunt hairs as she came back.

Then the man stripped and lay so that Rob and Elaine could see his cock. He had shaved off all of his pubic hair, make his cock more impressive and bigger.

Elaine made the sign that they were going to fuck. Rob hoped that the strangers would fuck. But the naked man and woman just lay there talking and kissing.

Rob indicated that they should leave. He didn’t think that they would fuck, but Elaine indicated that they should stay. The upper class butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth lady was enjoying the couple’s nudity. She was rewarded with the sight of the man’s penis growing and it being vertical.

Then the woman got up and squatted down on his huge erection. She bounced up and down and Elaine and Rob were delighted at the floor show. The man shot his load into the woman and they lay there recovering from the adventure.

Then the woman came over to talk to Rob and Elaine. She said “We haven’t seen you before. Is this your first time at this dogging site?”

Elaine said “Yes. It wasn’t easy to find. I take it you are regulars.”

The woman said to Elaine “We noticed you come into the woods. I enjoyed your piss show. I hope you enjoyed our little effort.”

Elaine said “We sure did.”

The woman said “Now its our turn to watch you.”

Elaine said “Delighted. But bear in mind that this is our first time. We won’t be as good as you were.”

The naked man came into our clearing and said “Gillian was in excellent form today. Will the man be going to piss as well? I love seeing people peeing.”

Rob said “I can’t guarantee that I can but I will try. Stage fright, you know.”

Gillian said “Could the lady undress you? It is one of my favourite sinop escort things, seeing a woman dominating a man.”

Elaine said “So I noticed. And I like being dominant as well. I made Rob wait until we reached the spot.”

Rob took off his shoes and socks. Elaine pulled down his trousers. Then she took off his shirt. Then Gillian and Elaine pulled down Rob’s boxer briefs. Despite the people watching Rob was able to piss.

The naked man said to Rob “And now its time for you to get your lady friend naked.”

Elaine’s white strapless bra and sheer white blouse clearly showed the outline of her nipples.

Gillian said to Elaine “You look sexy.”

Elaine was enjoying turning Gillian on. The 2 ladies kissed.

Rob took off Elaine’s white blouse. Gillian unclasped her bra and gazed at Elaine’s tits and large pink nipples for a full minute.

Then the man sucked each nipple, giving Elaine an orgasm.

Then Gillian sucked and gently bit Elaine’s erect nipples. Elaine shuddered and had a second orgasm.

Rob took off all Elaine’s remaining clothing.

Gillian asked “Do you know where your lady friend’s G spot is.”

She explored Elaine’s pussy with 2 of her fingers. She easily found this most erotic point in a woman’s anatomy. Elaine gasped and had orgasm number 3.

The man said to Rob “Your friend is ready for a fuck. Gillian will get you ready.”

The man said to me “Full disclosure. Gillian is going to run her tongue up and down the entire length of your cock. Then she will take as much of my cock as she can into her mouth. She will make you hard as a rock. You will drive your friend wild when she feels your man meat on her already excited G spot.”

Elaine lay on her back. Rob then rubbed his cock head against Elaine’s fuck lips. Then he slowly pushed the first 2 inches inside her. He waited for about 20 seconds while Elaine moved to let his cock touch her G spot. She gasped and that let Rob and the others know that she was in 7th heaven.

Then Rob continued to inch his way into Elaine’s vagina. Every movement rubbed against Elaine’s G spot. She screamed with delight. Rob continued to send his cock deeper into her. Eventually all of his prick was wedged deep in her pussy.

Rob got into the rhythm he wanted. Elaine screamed “Don’t stop, don’t stop” and she grabbed the ground for support.

Rob wasn’t making love, he was just fucking Elaine for fun. He had amazing stamina. Finally, he couldn’t resist any longer. He shot his load and collapsed on top of Elaine.

He rolled off. Both enjoyed the afterglow as they lay side by side. He ran his hands over her breasts. Elaine’s nipples had grown in response to her G spot orgasms.

Gillian said “I bet that was your best ever fuck. Feeling a cock moving over a G spot is just indescribably amazing.”

Elaine said “Its even better than a clitoral orgasm.”

The man said “If you 2 ladies are willing can we watch you play with your clits? It would be just amazing to see 2 women wanking themselves.”

Elaine said “If I can see you wanking at the same time.”

So Rob stood there with a flaccid penis watching 3 people play with themselves. The man shot his load and let it fall on the ground. Elaine reached her orgasm first and then Gillian had hers.”

Afterwards every one got dressed and the couples went their different ways.

HELEN OF TROY

Ron said “You knew about that being a dogging site didn’t you?”

Elaine said “Yes I did. And I liked that you followed me and that you obeyed me when you wanted to go and leave them in peace.”

Rob said “I am impressed. Will you marry me?”

Elaine said “If you agree to an open relationship.”

Rob’s sexual odyssey had ended. He had found his Helen of Troy. Instead of his wife “launching a thousand ships” she launched “dozens of cocks” while Rob enjoyed “parking his ship into a lot of lady’s harbours”.

Rob was glad that Elaine had the virtuous look of a school teacher but the sexual appetite of a particularly randy rabbit.

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I’m a typically average, normal young woman in my mid-20s and I like it when men find me attractive. I’m not shy about wearing short skirts to bring attention to my long legs. If a guy gets a peek up my skirt at my panties, it’s no big deal to me. Sometimes, I’ll purposely cross my legs in front of a guy or guys to show them the color of my underwear just for kicks. It makes my pussy tingle when I gain their attention.

I know I can get men to check out my ass by wearing tight leggings. I like to wear the kind that folds into the crack of my ass and highlights every curve. A light beige color will make a guy’s first glance look like I’m not wearing any pants at all. That makes them look a second time. Tight compression shorts at the gym do the same thing. If I’m feeling particularly frisky, I won’t wear any underwear under my compression shorts which gives me a noticeable camel toe. Naturally, I have to pretend I don’t know.

Leaning over in front of a guy is a sure way to show off my tits in a low-cut T-shirt or blouse. I make sure to wear a nice lace bra underneath or sometimes, nothing at all. Guys love it when I wear a sports bra to the gym, especially my white one that shows off a hint of my nipples.

When I’m in a bar, I’ll wear low-cut jeans to show off the whale tail of my thong and maybe a bit of my ass cleavage too. If I’m sitting at the bar, I know it will catch the attention of every man who walks by.

At the beach or around a pool, except at my parent’s house when they’re home, I’ll wear a tiny thong bikini that can be best described as two dots and a dash. If I’m on vacation, I’ll head to the closest topless beach too.

I love when men look at me and want to fuck me. The best reaction is when I can see a noticeable lump in between their legs. I know I’ve accomplished my goal.

Besides being a normal woman who likes to attract the attention of men, I became a hardcore exhibitionist when I was a victim of an obnoxious prank during my sophomore year in college. I was living in a coed dorm and the woman’s shower was down the hall from my room. I may have teased some of the guys by walking from the shower to my room with just a towel wrapped around my body. They all knew I was naked underneath which, I’m sure, made them want to see more.

One day while I was showering, I had my towel draped over the curtain and suddenly the towel was pulled away. I stuck my head out and saw one of my floor mates take my clothes too before running away laughing with a friend of his. I was pissed off and after I rinsed off, I panicked. What was I supposed to do now?

I thought to myself, “Well, you can wait here for a girl to walk in and help or you can proudly walk to your room.”

I decided on the latter. I was dripping wet but I held my head high and opened the door to the showers. I walked out to see a line of guys in the hallway gawking and laughing at me. I walked to my room which must have been fifty feet away but felt like five hundred feet. There must have been a dozen or more guys staring at my nude body and making vulgar comments.

They were saying things like, “Nice tits, Brandi,” and “Shake that ass,” and “I’d hit that.”

My 36d breasts were bouncing freely and my nipples were hard from being cold. Okay, maybe I kind of liked being seen naked by all those guys I saw every day. I just didn’t like the way it was done. My pubic hair was shaved off and my pussy lips were clearly visible along with my firm round ass.

When I got to my room, I defiantly shook my tits at them, turned around, and bent over telling all of them to, “Kiss my mother fucking ass,” and slammed the door behind me.

I was furious at being humiliated in front of people I see multiple times a day. Luckily it was late at night and I was planning on studying and going to bed because I had an early class. When my roommate, Shelly, heard what happened she came back to the room early to console me.

Shelly calmed me down and made me feel better by telling me what a great body I had and had nothing to be ashamed of. She told me it was too bad I didn’t have a boyfriend to kick their asses. I readily agreed with that statement.

The most memorable part of that night was that before I went to sleep, I had a warm tingling feeling between my legs. One hand subconsciously drifted down and began fingering my pussy and clit while the other rubbed and pinched my nipples. My thoughts were fixed on being naked in front of all those people. While I was the victim of a horrible childish prank, having all those young men staring at me and telling each other what a great body I had was exhilarating to me. I knew they wanted to fuck me.

In the ensuing days, I would run into some of my tormentors in the hallways or on campus and they would look at me differently. I could tell they were undressing me with their eyes. My pussy would get wet knowing they had seen me naked and they were probably imagining all of the things they would like to do with me.

In my fantasy, while I was masturbating, I would allow all of them to see me naked again but my long light brown hair would be dry kırşehir escort with some added curls. I’d have on some makeup and I would walk up slowly to each of them and pose. They could look at my tits, I’d sit down and spread my legs for them, or I’d bend over to show them my ass. I orgasmed with the thought of being surrounded by all those guys while masturbating for them.

As humiliating as that event was, it changed my life forever. I was no longer afraid someone was going to see a naked part of my body. While I liked to tease guys, I never fully exposed myself to them before. Now that more than a dozen guys saw me stark naked, it freed me from any worry of accidentally exposing myself. It also got me thinking about exposing myself on purpose but that was only a fantasy at that point.

Luckily, the shower incident happened at the end of the semester and Shelly and I already had plans to get an apartment off campus for our junior year. Dorm life was okay for the first two years but we outgrew that kind of living setup.

Once I got home for the summer, I got a part-time job at a clothing store in the mall but it left me plenty of time to lounge around our house and enjoy our inground pool and hot tub. My other siblings were already out of the house and my parents worked all day so I made sure I reserved time to work on my tan that summer.

The first few times I was sunning myself in the yard, I wore the tiniest thong bikini I owned. I made sure my parents didn’t see me in it because I didn’t want the hassle. I’d play my music, grab a beer, maybe smoke a joint, and chill on the lounge chair. When I got hot, I’d jump in the pool to cool off and go back to sunning myself. I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing me because we had a solid fence around our yard but a couple of neighbors had a view from their second story but they also worked. I had almost complete privacy.

One day when I was out by the pool, I thought I noticed some movement in the window from the house next door. When I looked closely, I saw our neighbor, Jim Sanders, standing off to the side trying not to be seen. Mr. Sanders and his wife are a little younger than my parents, and he wasn’t bad-looking. It was obvious that he was staring at me in my bikini.

At first, I thought it was creepy, however between the beer and weed, I was feeling a little adventurous and decided to give him a little show. I untied my bikini top and tossed it onto the patio deck. I yawned and stretched my arms, taking a deep breath and sticking out my tits to give him a good view. I walked around, bending over to adjust my lounger to align with the sun and I began to apply some fresh suntan lotion to my mostly exposed teen body.

The only part of me that wasn’t exposed was my pussy. I took my time to let my hands glide over my taut youthful body. I paid especially close attention to my breasts. My partially nude body glistened in the sunlight. Every so often, I would sneak a glance up to my neighbor’s window, and sure enough, he never moved from his spot.

My pussy juices were flowing as I put on a not-so-innocent show for our middle-aged neighbor. I then laid back to bask in the sun, turning every fifteen or twenty minutes so he got a good look at my firm round ass. I made sure he got a good look at me while I was swimming or getting out of the pool and drying off. I didn’t sun myself every day but each time, my neighbor seemed to be watching me and I would masturbate later in my room.

Exposing myself seemed to be like a drug. I needed to expose myself more to get the same high. One afternoon, I decided my neighbor had seen most of my naked body so I saw no harm in sunning myself completely nude. I got such a charge of excitement rushing through my body knowing he was feasting his eyes on my nubile body.

It got kind of creepy when I saw him leave and return with what looked like a pair of small binoculars. I knew he was getting a close-up view of my tits, nipples, legs, pussy, and ass. Part of me wanted to go inside and end the show but a naughty voice inside wanted more.

I sat on the side of my chair to face his window with my legs spread pretending I was using my phone. In this position, he had an unimpeded view of my hairless pussy. My heart started racing knowing he was using his binoculars to scan every inch of my naked body, especially between my legs. When I saw his arm moving back and forth, it took me a few moments to realize he was jerking off.

I thought to myself, “Oh my god, he’s masturbating while looking at me. He’s fantasizing about fucking me.”

My first instinct was to run into the house but the exhibitionist in me decided to play along. I bent over to adjust the cushion on my chair then stood with my back to Mr. Sanders to give him a view of my ass.

When I sat back down with my legs open, I could see his arm moving faster. It then looked like he was giving himself long slow strokes and it looked like he was cumming. A mature man was masturbating himself to orgasm at the sight of me being naked. It was an ego trip that made me feel empowered. I malatya escort had the power to make a man cum just by looking at my body.

When he left the room, I figured I’d better go inside too. I ended up masturbating after what I had just done. It was the naughtiest thing I had ever done and I loved it. I had to be careful seeing I was teasing a neighbor but it was thrilling nonetheless. It made me wonder how many of my dorm mates jerked off after seeing me naked that day. It drove my masturbatory fantasies and made me want to expose myself even more.

I didn’t sunbathe naked regularly, just when I felt particularly naughty and I knew Mr. Sanders was watching. When we would see each other under normal circumstances, I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes which gave my pussy a warm feeling. I knew he was wondering what it would be like to fuck me.

Mr. Sanders was in the driveway talking with my dad one time as I was leaving for work and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked up to them to say hello. He was trying to be discreet as his eyes lustfully scanned my body, undressing me with his eyes. It was a cheap thrill for me to know he had seen me naked. When I walked to my car, I may have wiggled my ass a little bit more for his benefit.

It’s a good thing I was casually dating an old high school flame that summer. Paul and I dated previously and both of us were home for the summer. We knew we weren’t in love and we were going back to school in the fall but we were each other’s booty ball. We would hang out and go to movies but knew we could count on each other when either one of us got horny. I would fuck him after teasing Mr. Sanders or if I needed a good hard cock in my pussy.

Paul was good at oral sex and always made sure I orgasmed when we fucked. I’d give him a blow job if I was tired or had my period. Friends with benefits with no emotional strings attached is a wonderful relationship to have with someone. I never told Paul why I got so horny at times, he thought I was just a very sexual woman, which I am. I wasn’t going to tell him I was posing naked for a voyeuristic neighbor.

There were a couple of incidents that happened with Paul that exposed my fetish for showing off my body. One night, Paul picked me up from work and we were trying to decide where we could go to have some fun. Both of our parents were home so we decided to fuck in the backseat of his car. We decided to go to a secluded part of the mall parking lot where we wouldn’t risk being seen by anyone leaving the mall as it was closing.

We smoked a joint, drank some beer, and started making out in the backseat of his dad’s SUV. I had teased Mr. Sanders earlier in the day and was extremely horny.

Paul even commented, “Holy shit, you’re on fire tonight. What got into you?”

“It’s not what got into me, it’s what I’m hoping to get into me. I’m so fucking horny.”

We made out for a little while and Paul had my clothes off in short order. He was such a good pussy eater, I spread my legs wide for him so he could give me a good licking. I was pretending it was Mr. Sanders eating my pussy. That orgasm felt so fucking good. It’s just what I needed but my pussy was aching for more.

When Paul pulled his pants down, I dove down and gave his dick a good sucking. I kept telling him how horny I was and how badly I needed to get fucked. He was more than happy to oblige. We were in an awkward position but he was giving my pussy a good pounding. Car headlights were passing by us as people left the mall which made it more exciting. It was the risk of getting caught that fueled the fire in my pussy even more.

Just as Paul was about to cum, some headlights didn’t pass by. I heard a car door and then saw two men looking inside the car. Paul started to cum as the men pointed flashlights inside the backseat. Whoever they were got a spotlighted view of Paul cumming as he fucked me hard.

One of the men said, “Get out of the car.”

I was scared as Paul climbed off of me and pulled up his shorts.

“Get out of the car now,” the man said while both men’s flashlights lit up the backseat and blinded us. My legs were open as Paul was zipping up his shorts

Paul had to get out first as I scrambled to get my clothes that were strewn about the car but one of the men said, “I told you to get out of the car. Now.”

I was shaking like a leaf as I got out of the car completely naked with a fresh load of cum still inside my pussy. I was fighting back the tears as two mall security guards had their flashlights pointed at Paul and me. One was a middle-aged man and the other looked to be in his twenties.

“Are you okay, Miss?” the older man asked.

I managed to nod my head and respond, “Yes sir.”

Their flashlights kept moving over the length of my body as one of them said, “You know, it’s illegal to be having sex in a public place like this, don’t you?”

Paul replied, “We didn’t know, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“We’re supposed to contact the police when this happens.”

I got more scared and said, “Please sir, don’t call niğde escort the police.”

They seemed to be wondering what to do next and were whispering to each other while their flashlights kept going up and down my body. I wondered how I would explain this to my parents. What would my friends think if I got arrested for indecent exposure or lewd behavior? How would I explain my arrest if I tried to get a job?

They made us show them our IDs. I had to bend over into the front seat of the car to get my purse and they had their flashlights on my ass the entire time. I realized that they were probably having fun looking at me standing there naked but there was nothing I could do. I began to relax and proudly stood before them as they stared at me.

The older security guard walked around me. While I was nervous, scared, and humiliated being naked in front of two strangers while they decided my fate, I found myself also getting turned on. My pussy was getting warmer the longer they looked at me. I began to wonder what I would do if they wanted me to blow or fuck them to be let go. I was so horny, I probably would have done it.

The older guard then said, “Get dressed and get out of here. Don’t do this again or I’ll have to call the cops.”

“Thank you, sir,” I replied and grabbed my clothes.

They both watched me hurriedly put on my bra and panties followed by the rest of my clothes. Paul and I beat a hasty retreat and left the parking lot immediately. Once we were safely on the road we both started to laugh.

“That was a close one,” Paul said.

“Yeah, I thought they were going to call the cops. I was so scared and nervous.”

“Me too,” Paul replied.

There were a few moments of silence and I then asked Paul, “My parents are probably sleeping. Do you want to go back to my house and, you know, have some more fun?”

“Are you serious? You’re horny after what just happened?”

“Well, kind of,” I replied sheepishly.

Paul must have known something was up by the look on my face and he asked, “You liked being naked in front of them didn’t you?”

“Shut up. No way,” I replied as I felt my face getting red.

“You’re lying. You liked getting caught fucking me and them seeing you naked.”

“Stop it.”

Paul wouldn’t stop asking me and I finally said, “It was kind of naughty to have someone seeing us, you know, fucking.”

“So you liked them seeing you naked too.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Well, maybe.”

Paul left it alone after that. When we got to my house, I checked to make sure that my parents were sleeping. Paul and I then went to the rec room in the basement where I sucked his dick and he fucked me again.

I was so fucking hot. I kept thinking about those two security guards watching as Paul’s dick plunged in and out of my pussy and saw him cum inside me. They must have gawked at my naked body from all angles for at least ten or fifteen minutes. The younger guard even got a lump in his pants. I came twice while Paul was fucking me.

The funny part was that I saw the younger security guard a few times while on his rounds through the mall. He always seemed to be around the store where I was working. He’d look at me with a knowing eyes. When I looked back he would turn and walk away. He seemed too shy to approach me but I knew he was recalling how I looked naked. I probably would have fucked him if he would have asked me out on a date. He probably jerked off thinking of me standing there naked.

Now that Paul knew of my exhibitionist side, we had fun for the rest of the semester. I would flash truck drivers while we were driving. We’d laugh as he drove away. It was easier to flash them my tits but sometimes I’d be wearing a skirt or shorts and I’d pull them down to flash them my pussy or ass. It was harmless fun.

Sometimes, I would give Paul a blow job while he was driving. Several people saw me sucking his dick and he knew I’d be hotter than a firecracker on the 4th of July afterward. He would also last longer when he fucked after I blew him earlier.

We were at a friend’s pool party one time and I “accidentally” lost my bikini top after diving into the water. I pretended not to notice until all the guys got a good look at my tits. Paul knew he was in for a good time after that, especially since I was wearing a thong and showing off my ass too. I got some nice looks from our friend’s dad too. I went into the kitchen under the pretense of getting more soda and I bent over to look into the fridge knowing full well he was staring at my ass.

Unfortunately, that summer came to an end and Paul and I had to go back to school. On the night before we parted, we went out to a local park and fucked outside on a blanket late at night. I was hoping someone would see us but that never happened.

I was excited to get back to school and set up the apartment I would be sharing with Shelly. Looking back, it was a pretty crappy apartment but it was my first one and I was excited to be living like a real adult. My bedroom window faced another apartment building and I wasn’t shy about leaving my shades open when I was getting dressed. I wasn’t sure anyone even noticed for a few months until I came home late at night one time. Before I turned on my light, I saw a male student working at his computer across the way. I had a few drinks in me and was feeling frisky so I decided to give him a show.

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“Whereof what’s past is prologue; what to come, in yours and my discharge.” (William Shakespeare, The Tempest )

It’s confession time. My CMNF experiences with Rob were not my first.

Before I met the love of my life I had a few casually intimate affairs. By this I mean a good time without any lasting commitment. And while I’m not proud of this blasé attitude, I was (so far as I was aware) neither a flirt nor a flibbertigibbet. Indeed, one of my most memorable liaisons began as, essentially, guilt sex.

Nathan was a boy who lived in my street and had been a year behind me in school. He had a red-headed, freckle-faced appeal but a shyness and a stilted staidness which was off-putting to a high-spirited termagant like yours truly. He had a crush on me but I held myself aloof; and though I wouldn’t describe myself as callous, and certainly not as a tease, I admit that I enjoyed having an admirer who was at my beck and call yet kept at a distance.

At university in my senior undergraduate year I won an academic award which entitled me to a job mentoring freshman students. This meant that I had access to rooms and offices in the physics department. Occasionally I saw in the corridors and lecture halls a lanky, handsome, dark-haired guy whom I would later decide to marry. In the meantime, I had reconnected with Nathan. He was also studying physics, for which he had shown little aptitude in school; and so to this day I wonder if he had pursued me there. (On the other hand, I doubt that my mootable charms could really have elicited such devotion.)

After some pussyfooting and dilly-dallying, he asked me out, and — feeling some guilt about my previous disdain — I promoted him from the friend zone to the status of apprentice boyfriend. Yet I’m sure he still felt intimidated, because he conceded to me total control over our relationship. Which suited me fine, of course. I was that sort of girl (and still am, let it be known). But I was concerned that if things developed, I would have to drag him into bed.

One night I was working late in the office which I normally shared with a couple of postgrads. The only other person on the entire second floor was Nathan, who sat silently waiting for me to finish and glancing at the clock. Finally his endurance failed. He went downstairs and brought back two coffees and two vending machine packs of sandwiches. He handed me the egg-and-salad and reacted glumly to my grimace. I’m allergic to egg. So I ended up with the cheese and salad, which he eyed covetously. And naturally I had to reward his chivalry.

Did I sell my virtue for a slightly stale supper? No. It was fatigue that made me amorous. I have the sort of weird metabolism whereby I become more energized when I’m tired. So I thought it was time to do something wayward with Nathan.

At the back of the room is a door which leads into a closet-sized storage area for obsolescent files, stationery and cleaning supplies. It is such a strange location that I suspect the entire office was once the repository. (Such was the rank of academic assistants within the physics department.) So on a whim I beckoned for Nathan to follow me into it. He complied looking nervous. Perhaps he feared foul play or, worse, a prank. More likely he was overawed by what was about to happen.

I switched on the light and closed the door behind us. There was barely enough space for us to stand facing each other. It was poorly ventilated, with a musty whiff of ageing archives and a malodorous trace of ammonia. We stared into each other’s faces for an uncomfortable moment, each expecting the other to make the next move. Then I took his right hand in my left and placed it on my bosom. His fingers twitched but otherwise he remained inert. So I unbuttoned my blouse and drew it backwards, off my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor. I turned away and it took Nathan a few seconds to get the meaning. He grappled with the clasp to unhook my bra. When I spun back round, I was expecting him to complete the task, but once again he didn’t respond.

I was starting to regret taking the initiative. Maybe I should have stuck with a kiss and cuddle. But having gone this far, it would be very awkward to reverse course and admit I was not as desirable as I’d assumed. So I grabbed the straps of my bra and plucked it away. I moved in closer until my breasts brushed against his shirt. He was breathing heavily and my own chest was heaving. The effect was wonderful. My nipples, hard and sensitized, prickled against the twill. It’s slightly coarse texture gave extra stimulation.

I drew him into an embrace. I buried my face into his left shoulder as his hands wandered over my torso — first gliding across my back, gently stroking the bare skin, then up and down my arms, and finally over my breasts. I gasped and bit my lip as, emboldened, he squeezed the flesh and pinched my nipples. His touch was unexpectedly cold; his fingers trembled. I raised my head tokat escort to look into his eyes. We kissed. It was crude and sloppy, but it released more energy, casting off inhibitions.

Nathan’s hands slid down my sides, over my hips, once more behind my back, and inserted themselves under the top of my jeans and knickers to grope my bottom. I pulled away and for an instant I saw disappointment in his face. But he grinned with ill-concealed elation as I unfastened my jeans and pushed both outer and underpants down to my knees. They immediately dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed them aside with my foot.

I don’t know exactly why I had gone this far. It wasn’t just to appease Nathan, and I wasn’t merely being impetuous. The honest truth is that something like this had long been a fantasy of mine; and it was somewhat surprising that it had taken this long to find fulfillment. But I have always conceived of CMNF in terms of both male dominance and female empowerment. I had not yet dared to follow up on my fantasies because I couldn’t resolve that paradox. But Nathan gave me the opportunity, albeit not how I’d imagined. For several reasons — our previous history, my belligerent personality, my academic position, even our slight age difference — I had become the dominant partner. My small stature and “cute” looks (as in “What a cute kitten!” not “What a cute supermodel!”) actually reinforced my ascendancy. So stripping for Nathan was a way of ceding some of the power to him, bringing an equality into our relationship which allowed me to break free of my inhibitions.

This sounds very cold-blooded and even cynical, that I was using Nathan to satisfy my own urges and impulses. But it wasn’t selfish. We both found joy in my nudity.

As our bodies connected, as my bare flesh pressed against his shirt and trousers, I tingled all over, inside and out. His crotch nestled snugly into mine and I entwined one leg with his. That forced me to lean on him, to depend on him for support, drawing us together more tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his fingers explored me, massaged my butt cheeks, intruded into the crevice and slithered between my thighs to probe my front crease as well. He ran his hands over my hips and down my belly, plucking and tugging at the filaments of my pubic hair. He pinched and tweaked my clitoris; and when he felt my wetness his fingertips jerked, as if in shock, before entering me. So I had the sense that this was his first experience with a naked woman, perhaps his first truly intimate moment with any female. His fondling was hesitant and clumsy but did its work.

My body surrendered. My muscles tensed, my blood rushed, my heart raced, my breasts heaved, my innards tightened. I tried to stifle a moan, clenching my jaws. It came out anyway. I hadn’t wanted to lose control, to show weakness or submission; but once I’d removed my clothing I found myself subject to his power as the passive, helpless object of his masculine desire. The dynamic between us seemed to have reversed. He did not reciprocate the gift of my naked body. So while I writhed in ecstasy, loving what he did to me, his clothing was his armor. I had allowed him to penetrate my defences, and my body, while his remained inviolate.

Indeed, whereas I had completely and willingly undressed, I could tell that Nathan didn’t want to; and I was happy with that. I rationalized it as being for the best that we didn’t go all the way together. It was not the right time, and certainly not the ideal place! (I could feel his passion in his trousers, through the layers of fabric between his loins and mine that prevented us conjoining.) And yet there was something else. I liked the one-sided nudity. It turned me on.

Our storeroom liaison became a weekly ritual. It was a way to spice up our relationship. (I confess that this was largely on me. To be blunt and candid, I found Nathan rather boring. There… I’ve said it!) It was daring, it was transgressive, it was illicit. It was a game, and part of the thrill was the danger of being caught in flagrante delicto. But really, there was no serious potential for public embarrassment. I always undressed and dressed inside the storeroom, and he always kept his clothes on. By the time of evening when the game began, the entire building was virtually deserted. It was usually a Friday, when we were practically the only people in the place and the security guard hadn’t yet started his patrol.

On just our second occasion I thought I heard voices in the corridor outside the office and got dressed in a panic. It may have been my imagination; but if it wasn’t, then in any case whoever it was went away. I stripped again which, added to the surge of adrenaline, actually enhanced my arousal. However, this was when I decided that Nathan would stay fully clothed every time, so that if necessary he could intercept any interloper.

But there was yozgat escort adventure in the risk, and something else as well. There was that imbalance between Nathan and me, unfairness if you will. Had we been discovered, we would both be red-faced, but the disgrace and degradation would mostly have been mine. I was the bare-assed one. I would be exposed and humiliated, while he could (if he wished) remain calm, clothed and collected, even bask in sexist kudos. Yet I wasn’t deterred. It excited me. I had no secret, suppressed wish to be found out, but I have always been something of a daredevil. When I took physical risks, I wasn’t privately hoping to smash into the rocks or face-plant in the dirt, or whatever. The challenge lay in the potential for disaster. So there was an extra piquancy in the fact that I would bear the brunt of the fall-out for our joint transgression.

This made me hyper-aware of my vulnerability and also of my sexuality. It was I, the naked female, who would be shamed for her wantonness. Whereas Nathan was shielded from such a fate by his clothing. But that’s the thing. I still had the better of it. He could not fully express his sexuality as I had done. The barrier between us was therefore his limit, not mine. That gave me (at least in my perverse mind) the upper hand, the real power. And this impression was reinforced on that first occasion when I got dressed once more. Nathan watched me with a blank expression; and I was disconcerted by his unruffled demeanour. It bothered me that he appeared unaffected physically as well. While I was lathered in sweat and saliva, as I pulled my pants up over my moistened crotch and felt the clamminess clinging, he was dry and calm. Clearly my experience had been the more intense.

That just made me more determined to repeat our cubbyhole rendezvous. This went on for about three months; and it was where we screwed for the first time. As usual I initiated it. While we were snuggled together, I fumbled with his trousers until he pushed my hand away and undid his fly. And when he nudged into me, the thing I remember most vividly was how the teeth of the zipper grazed ticklishly against my tenderest flesh. It wasn’t prolonged or satisfying. We hurried to get it over and done with. After that it was mattress sex.

Our relationship did not last. There was no abrupt ending. It just petered out, before I hitched up with Rob. For me it had been more than a dalliance but less than a whole-hearted, full-blooded commitment. As for Nathan, it seems that once he’d entered the Temple of Sarah my icon lost some of its luster. That wasn’t his fault. The mystique which had shielded my less admirable qualities was eroded by the friction of close contact.

But we had a few good months; and he was a foretaste of Rob. In their reluctance to shed their own clothes, they helped fulfill my fantasy.

***

There are some other episodes that are worth relating for the sake of completeness. They are rather tepid in terms of CMNF, and perhaps repetitive, so if you stop reading here I won’t be offended.

When I started at university I was quite naive. I became friends with a classmate, Amanda, who was my age but much worldlier. She was athletic, bronze-skinned and brazen. She called herself a lesbian, but she was in reality bisexual. She loved hanging out with and being one of the guys. I think she wished she had been born male but decided that she would make the most of being female. I never saw her in a dress, rarely in a skirt, but her skimpy tops and truncated shorts exuded femininity and sexuality.

Amanda introduced me to a party scene which anticipated, and perhaps inspired, my CMNF proclivity. There was a once-a-month revel at the hall of residence where Amanda stayed that more often than not had female partygoers in a state of minimal dress — with themes like “lingerie night”, “board shorts and bikinis”, “pimps ‘n’ hoes”, “tarts and vicars”, “playboys and bunnies”, “007 and Bond girls”, “pirates and their booty”. I think the underlying motif is obvious. There was lots of exposed skin and almost all was female.

I was never particularly bashful, but this took a bit of getting used to, particularly in the cooler months. But what impressed me was the sophistication of the participants. In my lingerie, my bikini, my bunny costume and so on, it was gratifying to get admiring looks. Some were fleeting glances, some lingered. We girls received compliments that made us feel flattered and appreciated but also relaxed, as they were generic, like “You look great!”, not comments on a girl’s body or the skimpiness of her outfit. These events were a harmless, almost innocent frolic.

Generally I hovered on the fringe of Amanda’s social circle. But one night she enticed me into a game of strip poker with her roommate and some friends, girls and guys. I was disinclined, but she could be quite persuasive. It was, however, different from zonguldak escort what I expected.

We paired up, male-female. Amanda assigned partners and mine was Harry (which was the anglicized form of Harish, an Indian name which he proudly professed means “lord of the monkeys”). I told the group that I was lousy at poker and didn’t relish the prospect of losing every hand. Actually I’m good at the game because, as a physicist, I understand probabilities. Matthias called my bluff and came up with a proposal. The four males would play, while the girls’ clothes would be the stakes. The twist was that the winner’s partner would lose an item. This, I quickly realized, was a smart move, prolonging the game because a single round could have multiple losers. And it was diabolical. There was no compelling incentive, apart from player’s pride, for any of the guys to win because, in victory or defeat, they’d all get to see one of us girls dispense with a piece of her clothing. Everyone laughed at the idea, but we’d had just enough beer that it sounded like fun.

The eight of us sat in a circle on the carpet. The boys played Texas Hold ʼEm, and we girls took turns to deal. The mood was jolly, but we’d stopped drinking and sobriety set in as soon as the first round of cards was dealt. So when Jason won the hand and all eyes turned toward Rachel, she cast an accusatory glare at her partner. She giggled.

“Good thing I’m wearing socks.”

Immediately we saw the perennial flaw in unregulated strip poker. I did a quick appraisal. None of us were wearing our shoes, but I wore seven items of clothing — socks and undies, jeans, shirt and cardigan. Trina was barefoot but wore a scarf, Amanda clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. So Matt unilaterally declared that a scarf counted as clothing and a pair of socks was a single item. No one dissented. Amanda would just have to accept her handicap. She didn’t seem to mind.

Matthias was Amanda’s partner, and he was a good player. She lost her shoes, shirt and shorts very quickly. Already bare-breasted, when Matt won with a big blind special she glowered then grinned, toppled backwards to lie on the floor, raised her hips and slid off her last garment, giving us all a front-row view of her pink pudenda as she parted her knees. She flicked her panties like a rubber band, directly towards Matt and hit him in the face.

Harry, on the other hand, was hopeless at poker. I rolled my eyes at his mistakes, but it meant that I was still in my undies when Amanda and Rachel were stark naked. Not at all embarrassed (though Rachel kept her hands placed strategically in her lap), they laughed and joked. The guys, not wanting to spoil a good thing, behaved themselves. And when Rick won the last hand against Harry, the game ended. Not as flashy as Amanda, Trina raised herself to her knees and sucked in a deep breath. She kept her thighs pressed together as she lowered her knickers. She blushed at the applause.

I wasn’t disappointed that it was over, but felt a bit left out as the only girl not au naturel. The game couldn’t go on, because if it did that would undermine the pretext that it really was a competition with a winner as well as losers. But, of course, someone proposed an “ultimate” round, in which Harry wagered my compromised but intact modesty against the other girls remaining nude for the rest of the evening. (It was still only eight o’clock.) When Rachel and Trina vigorously shook their heads, the idea was dropped. I must confess that I was a little disappointed.

Yet Amanda, in fact, chose to stay nude as we partied on till midnight. She appeared utterly at ease, and I envied such carefree confidence. She made out with everyone, including yours truly. I’m not normally that way inclined, but for the first time I felt what it was like to get it on with a naked girl. CFNF was nice.

Amanda and I remained friends throughout our undergraduate years. (I encountered Harry on a few occasions around the campus, but he never got to see me fully unadorned.) One time she dragged me along to a birthday celebration at a nightclub’s ladies-only cabaret. There were four male “exotic dancers” strutting about the stage. They were heartily beefcake, and to the wild cheers and whistles of the crowd they stripped down to buckskin loincloths. Every so often two of the men would make a foray into the audience and grab a woman. When they came towards our group, poor Liz the birthday girl was thrust forward.

The men gyrated about her, gradually stripping her until she was altogether divested, as she danced with them. Since we were all half-tipsy, Liz was laughing and loving every minute of it. But here’s the thing. The strippers were never completely naked. Maybe it was in their contract; maybe there was a rule or even a law against full-frontal male nudity. But that didn’t stop the women they dragged onto the stage from being stripped to the buff. (I hastily add that anyone who showed resistance was left alone.) Fair enough, it was a totally female crowd, except for the four men. Nevertheless, that’s what struck me, the idea that the women, paying members of the audience, ended up totally naked while the males who danced with and for them kept a vestige of their modesty intact.

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4:30 AM… Unreal!

Josie McKellen beat her alarm going off with silent fingers so as not to wake her husband. Quietly crawling from bed in gnashed teeth expression, she took her cellphone off its charger and tiptoed to the bathroom. Having showered before bed all she needed to do was freshen up and work with her hair. In compliance with her boy toy Reese Teller who had insisted she meet he and any friends he might allow. Before school had even opened its doors, most teachers their eyelids to a new day, she had her life well in hand. The excitement of never knowing what Reese had in store for her left her eager to get there even before first light.

Planning ahead she already knew her attire for the day and had packed it in her SUV while Henry and the twins weren’t looking. Even her makeup was waiting on her. All she needed to do was sneak out without Henry waking up to question her. Not that it mattered much these days they were both hiding things. Strangely, their marriage was not as strained as it was weeks ago. Since Piper Cherry had moved in next door and had counselled them into realizing they truly loved one another, yet could live openly to make the other happy, not a single argument was disturbing the peace. Living on the edge was thrilling.

What shocked her even more was yesterday morning when coming home late after being arrested to find Henry fucking one of her students, cheerleader Tawny Martin on their living room sofa. Joining in was an all-new bonding experience. Smiling at picturing the threesome Josie flared at herself in the vanity mirror. “It just keeps getting crazier and crazier.” She was like a kid in a candy store. “Our life is…definitely different.” Taking a seat on her toilet to tinkle she shot a text to Reese saying, “Just woke up. Be at Horny-Dexter in thirty minutes.”

A reply back as she wiped and washed her hands Reese informed her with, “Parking lot! Sit in your car and wait for me. Be naked!”

“You Teller, me obeyer!” She fired back with a winking emoji.

“Damn straight you cum whore slut.”

“Mmmm! You know me so well.” Leaving it at that Josie left the bathroom and crept to the bedroom door. Eased open she snuck out totally nude and tiptoed downstairs. Car key in a bowl she snatched it up and ventured outside. Into her SUV she sat without getting dressed and trembled, “No reason to get dressed then undressed once I get there. Might as well feel the freedom, I mean it’s dark outside so no cop will see me…and if they do hopefully it’s one of our cellmates from the other night who would look the other way as promised. Yummy being manhandled by a man in uniform, even with their pants down. At its worst things did take a turn for the better. Cuff love I say.” She snickered and started her car. Backing out she rolled her windows down to invite a breeze. Nips stimulated she followed them to Horton-Dexter.

Revived and intoxicated by driving nude she waved at any passing vehicles that crossed her path at near 5:15 AM. A lot of early morning traffic surprised her. City workers up at the crack of dawn prepping for road repair was treated to a slow drive by. Counting twelve hardworking coffee drinkers standing with shovels as a cement truck tipped to fill sections of street being replaced, she cruised through at a vicious five miles per hour just so they could see her. With nobody really behind her she dared to come to a stop next to four buff men in bump caps. From where she drove to where they stood was a mere ten feet with a concrete barricade between, they and her.

“Good morning!” She smiled with an alluring gaze.

“Mornin’!” Two spoke, the other two nodding. A quick glance in her mirror to note oncoming cars she only had a two-minute window. Car in park really fast she unhooked her seatbelt and lifted up to share the fact she was topless.

“Who needs caffeine after that?” One of the non-speakers decided to open up after seeing her perky 34B’s.

“Put your blinkers on.” She was advised. There was just enough room for cars to drive around her as guided by one of the four waving them through. Crawling over the barricade three of them moved right up to her door for a better look.

“You always drive around Nashville like that?”

“Not usually…I’m meeting someone shortly. I felt refreshingly evil is all.”

“Damn! No pants even.” A dark tanned worker, the other who earlier just nodded his greeting leered over her door to peek. She beguiled him with flirty glances and lifted her steering wheel for room. Carefully moving to her knee, she poised with her breasts right in his face. Bait taken he sucked on her nipple.

“Don’t mind if we do.” A second worker enjoyed her opposite nipple.

“Save some for me Quaille.” The third chuckled.

“Mmmm!” Josie moaned, “I wish I had more time. I might have to put my flashers on tomorrow morning too if you’re still working.”

“We’ll be here until Friday.”

“Would you like me to breakdown again tomorrow?” She giggled and pulled away from her yearning tokat escort lips, nipples being tugged on not wanting to let them go. Fanning herself she sat back down to stare at them while nibbling her lower lip.

“We’ll be waiting!”

“I might have five more minutes.” She winked and triggered her recline button just to see their interest grow. As she fluttered her fingers, she went all the way back then started rubbing her pussy. Arms reaching in rubbed her belly and played with her chest. “I love men with big strong hands.” She fingered herself then drew a wet set of fingers up to let her road crew sample a taste. Before she could lower her hand one of them moved his knuckles down and took over for her. Two fingers in the slabber fucked her for a two-minute workout. She squealed and found her second armed bandit moving his fingers to her mouth and planting three between her lips.

“We’re a team here.” He chuckled.

The worker waving traffic through hadn’t got a solid look at Josie so when the coast was clear moved to her front passenger door and leaned into the opened window. “Holy shit! First time we’ve ever run across something that makes this sweaty ass job worth our while. Mind if I step inside?” She waved him in without missing a moan. The fourth man taking over as crossing guard let the man hop in her SUV and shut the door. Hardhat removed he leaned over her console and played with her tits. Three men fondling her at once Josie McKellen squirted on her fingering Roadster.

Hearing her cell buzz she knew Reese was waiting so motioned the men to ease away. Able to speak now she moaned at their escape. “I wish I had more time.” She pouted, using her seat controls to lift herself back up. “Same time tomorrow morning? I can play until 7:00.”

“We’ll be waiting. Might even move a barricade so you can park out of the roadway.”

“Thank you for making my morning.” She batted her eyes as her passenger stepped out of her vehicle. “I’m glad you boys were interested.”

“Interested in fucking you.” One next to her driver’s door chuckled.

“I’m hardly opposed to that.” She turned her flashers off. “Have a good day Gentlemen.”

“You, too!”

“Most definitely!” Pulling away she answered her cell as Reese called, “Sorry I’m running late. Road work stopped me.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Hurry the hell up. Park then close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

“Yes, Master Reese.” She giggled. “Five minutes.” Six but she tried.

Pulling into Horton-Dexter she parked in her designated teacher’s parking spot and shut off her SUV. Not a soul in sight at 5:40 the entire lot was empty. She knew she had at least an hour to play with Reese. Doing as told she unhooked her seatbelt and sat back, eyelids sealed. A few minutes later she felt weight on her SUV bouncing her shocks. It was obvious by its sway that at least two climbers were on her back bumper. Hearing what sounded like rubber screeching on her roof she smirked. “I have a hunch what that was.”

Weight jumping off her SUV it bounced until her driver’s door opened. “Step out.” A voice she knew but couldn’t place told her. Knowing only that it was a member of the basketball team she complied, and he shut the door behind her. Guiding her behind her vehicle he picked her up by her hips and lifted her until her feet touched her bumper. Hands reaching from above helped pull her on to her rooftop. Her suddenly very cushy roof.

“Mmmm! Air mattress on my roof? I love your imagination.”

“Open your eyes and lay back.” Reese Teller sat with her totally nude together. Around her car were three other boys keeping watch and to make certain the mattress didn’t deviate from its location. With it sinking down within her luggage rack on top, they were likely safe from toppling off. Josie stretched out as Reese crawled in over her and easily penetrated her pussy. Let the squeaks begin!

“Oh my God! You boys are insanely clever. Where will I find our bed here next time?”

“You’ll know when you’re cumming hard on it.”

“Yesssss!” She reacted to his aggressive insertions. While balance wasn’t easy, he was performing well enough. She was happy so why worry. No words spoken for thirteen minutes he nutted in her and she yelped a healthy orgasm. Making out a few minutes to keep her in heat he pulled out and carefully crawled to the ground.

Staring up at the blue-sky above Josie caressed herself to enjoy the sensations of freedom. In her breather she heard her vehicle start up and bulged her eyes. Backing up she lay in her sunken mattress as someone driving pulled out of her spot and drove out on to the street. Pausing a moment to allow another baller to climb up with her he slipped on a condom and fucked her while her SUV was driven slowly around the school. Her heart was pounding at the thought of being busted before school even started. While yes it was erotic and adventurous fear was overwhelming. Even more so when her lover pulled out and rolled her over.

Taking yozgat escort her from behind she was able to look at the street ahead. Horton-Dexter’s buses were moving out to begin picking students up. Luckily none of the drivers spotted her. Still, she hid her face just in case. Yeah, not for long. A hand gripping her hair snapped her neck back forcing her to face traffic head on. Under her breath she recited Piper Cherry’s favorite verse of, “Fuck me!” It was rubbing off more and more.

Turning down the bus path Reese behind the steering wheel, his buds riding along, Josie was forced to stare straight ahead. The last school bus in the fleet had lagged behind but was now turning to drive straight at them. Josie yelped, “OH MY GOD! Which driver is that?” Her lover rallied back, “WHO THE FUCK CARES! CUM ON MY COCK WHORE!” She was near her next orgasm as it was, so, by the time the bus reached them, she would be sharing in her expression of pure ecstasy. Reese wasn’t even pulling over he was literally playing chicken with the bus driver. Her life was over she just knew it. She had no clue who any of the drivers Carl Manley had employed here were.

Horns tooting Reese met the bus grill to grill and let the driver get a good hard look at Josie. His view higher up it was a clean shot looking Josie dead in the eye as her baller nailed her until she came hard on his beast. Dragging her body higher still he gripped her throat and let the driver enjoy her bobbing breasts. All she could do was whimper, “Unemployment here I come.”

That was until she looked the bus driver in the eye and saw him nodding his approval. Leering out his window the driver said, “That you Josie?” She had no clue who he was until he chuckled, “Still as slutty as ever. Teddy Colter…we went to school together before you got knocked up.” One of many admirers back in the day.

“OH MY GOD! It’s been ages…hi Ted!” Mid gasp, mid slap on the tit.

“Good to see you haven’t changed a bit. Hate to ruin your fun, but I’m kind of on a schedule here. We should reacquaint sometime.”

“I’ll drop by the bus barn after school and say hi.” She choked up as her lover nutted inside her, her expression showing Ted exactly what had occurred. Reese finally caving to the bigger vehicle backed Josie’s SUV up and took the curb to his right. Careful not to scratch her car or the bus he got as close as he could. Josie allowed a bit of freedom reached over and shake Ted’s hand. He wanted to charm her so leaned as far out as he could and kissed her knuckle.

“I’ll hang out until 4:30 then I’ll need to get home.”

“I’m out of class by 3:30 but I’m sure I’ll find something to keep me busy until you get back from taking students home.”

“See you there Beautiful.”

“Bye Ted.” Reese then pulled away and escaped the narrow gap without any problem. Teddy Colter had a good laugh. He had seen it all. Fucked on the roof of a moving car. Inspiration striking, he peered up at the ceiling of his bus.

“Wonder if we can borrow that air mattress to put on my roof?” He chuckled, “She’s still a looker after all these years. Dammit! Now I’m gonna be driving around hard as hell. Cozy Josie! Hope she still has some energy after that stunt.” Come on Ted? Really? You knew her appetite even back in high school. Too bad you weren’t one of those lucky three dozen lovers.

Reese drove on around the school, his buds switching places so a third baller could get Josie before they ran out of time. Hearing the action above on the inside Reese and the guys laughed at how fortunate they were. Even in running into a bus Josie’s reputation was well received. Everyone was feeling pretty darn invincible. To be honest so was Josie.

Rounding the football field Reese finally took them back to the Teacher’s parking and shut her SUV off. Everyone stepping out one of his buddies took her purse, cell, and her bag of clothing out of the vehicle and carried it. Reese giving him instructions the boy ran off with her things and set her items in various places without her knowing. Awaiting her appointed lover to finish up he crawled off of her and then down from the roof to get dressed. Cum trickling from her butt cheeks where he had poured his full condom.

“GET DOWN!” Reese barked, Josie rolling with one arm draped over the bed to flip her tongue out at him.

“Make me.”

Looking at his buds the crew stood on their toes and grabbed the mattress from the side and began dragging it off her roof, she squealed at being pulled along with it then asked them to wait. Dangling her legs over the mattress she rode the cushion down like a slide until Reese caught her and safely set her on the concrete.

“What time is it?” She worried.

“6:35!” A boy told her.

“We should probably wind things down.”

“Nope!”

“Reese people are going to start showing up. Some of the faculty does arrive early you know.” She moved out of the way as the boys hauled the air mattress out toward the street. “Ummm? zonguldak escort Where are they taking the bed?” She just knew it was going to be her next home.

“Start walking. Be fearless!” He slapped her on the ass, grimacing at his bud’s cum now on his palm, then nudged her along. “Matter of fact…run.” Another slap she burst into a jog but in finding Reese giving chase she felt like a squealing kid again and ran faster across the front lawn of the school. Tickling and taunting Josie she couldn’t stop laughing. The freedom was worth every precious second of Reese’s prodding. As she bolted toward the boys holding the mattress, she discovered them taking it right out into the middle of the street. No traffic around, no parked cars along the curbs she was wide open spaces.

Laying the mattress down Josie looked both ways while gnashing her teeth then lay down on the mattress and spread her legs expecting one of them to join her. One of the boys who handled the mattress wore a backpack and brought it around at her right side to dig into it. Producing a monster dildo, he tossed it at her. “Use it!”

“Oh my God!” She plucked it up, sucked on it to moisten the tip then reached down between her thighs to install it. Right there in the middle of the road she fucked herself with the boys standing around at different sides of her bed filming her with their cells. She shared no fear, just the will to prove she could do anything. Josie McKellen squirted hard over her eight-inch rubber toy.

“ANAL!” Reese ordered. Rolling over she went to her knees and manipulated her hands in reaching behind her. Dildo lined up she introduced it and used one hand to fuck her butthole, the other to reach under and finger her trickling cunt. The right profile of her face mashed into the air mattress she got herself off again. Traffic coming the boys didn’t bother to warn her, she was still enjoying herself. A second car from the opposite direction approached until both cars were forced to stop or run her over. Hearing engines, she panicked and rolled over with her dildo still stuck in her ass. Eyes wide she looked at one driver then the other.

“You fuckers!” She busted up laughing. In both cars were more of the basketball team following their Center’s playbook in surrounding her. Boys jumping out of the car circled the bed and worked together in picking her up on all sides and carrying her like a worshipped Queen. Three feet off the ground Josie laid back and fucked her pussy with the dildo in transit. She was having the time of her life thanks to her humble servants and King Teller.

Hauling her to the center of the school yard by the water fountain they took her by surprise and carefully dumped her into a roll into the fountain. Drenched from head to toe she cursed but ended up returning to laughter. Those boys that had been riders in the cars kicked their shoes off then their sweats, boxers’ underneath to jump in with her. Shirts on to help mask their devious efforts they took turns bending her over under the fountain’s spillover, dicks tearing through their boxer slots. The fountain being on a timer the waterfall effect was now in session. The group devoured her from every angle, and she quickly lost sight of caring. All Josie knew was…she was wanted. Favor returned!

Cars driving by saw only boys in shirts and shorts, they buried Josie visibly to avoid her being seen. Ever protective to keep her safe she relished in their loyalty, she theirs. Those still outside the fountain hurried to carry the mattress away, deflating it as they ran for one of the cars still on the street so that they could stash it in the backseat.

Eyes ever open for trouble four of those boys in the fountain with her took turns passing her cunt around, she was breathless at how much they demanded of her. Kissing on her, feeling her up, probing her ass. The English Lit Teacher could not stop expressing her adoration, her soft moans and starving lips searching for replacements each time one sent her packing. Never enough! Never enough!

With traffic thriving Reese called the fountain frolics and ordered his troops out. Taking Josie by her hand he helped her over the outer rim and pointed out her dress billowing from being hung on the school’s flagpole yet within reach. On the curb to the street was her cell, held up by the boy who hid her items, encouraging her to come get i. Another boy stood guard over her shoes resting on the steps of the school. A slap on the ass to get her moving Josie hurried to reach her cell, choosing to prolong her dress in favor of last-minute friskiness. With him out on the street corner by the car containing the deflated bed she reached him just as three cars drove by. Students coming to school. Hiding behind her cell blocker she masked her body until they had all gone by. Squealing she bolted across the lawn for her dress then deviated. To everyone’s shock she retrieved her pumps before going for the dress. Bravo Slut! Bravo!

Scurrying to her dress she plucked the hanger from the wires and realized how damp her body still was. Carrying it she started for the front door then realized her purse missing which contained her badge to bypass the doors and security turnstile. Halting to look at Reese she waved her arms at her side remaining nude. “Where’s my purse?”

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“Champagne, young miss?”

Stephanie Vice regarded the suited gentleman who offered the tray to her, loaded in crystal flutes full of the sparkling beige liquid. He was middle aged, with silver streaks in his hair. He was attractive in both appearance and his impeccably proper demeanor; there was something about being served by such a gentleman that Stephanie found thrilling. A kind of ‘what else would you do for this young miss’ thrill. She wouldn’t normally have such thoughts. Certainly the mask upon her face made her more brazen, even if only inside her own head.

“Yes please, those look wonderful,” she replied, gratefully accepting one of the glasses. He bowed slightly and resumed his graceful march to find his next customer. Steph sipped her champagne. She didn’t normally get into this stuff, but the poison on offer really was good. Perhaps it was Moet again, like the bottle that had been left for her back in her room, or perhaps it was another expensive French champagne. She certainly didn’t have the refined palate to tell the difference, but she was sure it was a fine drop that tasted upon her lips. She had to tilt her head slightly to drink it, thanks to the long, frightening beak that protruded from her stunning jewel-green mask.

Remembering the hotel suite made her cringe, though that had nothing to do with the taste of the champagne. In the aftermath of the mortifying incident with the bathrobe, those two stylists had done an amazing job in a fairly short time. She never felt the need for makeup, but the glamorous transformation of her complexion and features certainly felt fitting for the occasion. The man had worked on her hair, and had pinned it up in order to show off the bare skin that her dress revealed from the back. Most of it, anyway. He had left twin wisps of her brown hair to frame her masked face. He had also woven a thick crown braid, which her silver tiara nestled over the top of.

After they had left, it had been time to don her exquisite, violet silk gown – and that’s where her troubles had really begun. The dress was quite inappropriate – even by the standards of someone like Lily, she was certain. The problem: she was a full cup size bigger than she had been at 18.

Maybe even one and a half..

“No, don’t be ridiculous,” she whispered to nobody, and accepted her second helping of a kind of pastry stuffed with parsnip, ham and parmesan. But still, it was a problem. The dress was a halter neck that was quite modest over her front, with loose drapes of silk forming a fairly reserved neckline. But it’s main feature was a daring nude look from behind; Stephanie was left completely bare from her neck to her lower back. The cut of the dress boldly sold the suggestion of nakedness by exposing most of her flanks too, and there was no small amount of side-boob.

When Stephanie bought it, the material had clung to her chest, with just the tiniest, teasing peak inside. That seemed to be the design. Tonight, her significantly more developed bust pushed back against the silk, and those narrow openings at her flanks were now as wide open windows. The profiles of her breasts were in plain sight, and she expected she would be turning some heads from displaying so much pale, private flesh. But even that was not her greatest concern…

Don’t think about it!

Stephanie tried to focus on the subtle hints of honey and mustard in her mouth – and not the cool air moving over the sensitive places under her dress. She had experienced her first brazilian wax for the first time just yesterday, and she was still getting used to the different sensations that came with owning a completely smooth, naked vulva.

But, isn’t it a bit too cold in here?

Yes. Her bare back was chilled, and the air conditioning in the Great Hall and ballroom of the Auream Grand mercilessly invaded the open cuts in her dress, attacking her chest and belly, constantly reminding her of just how much skin she was showing.

Stephanie looked down, and gasped. Her nipples! They looked just as they felt; firm, prominent buds that crested through the thin silk of her gown. It may have been a modern fashion trend among young women to allow the nipples to be noticed to some extent or other, but not for Stephanie Vice. As if the side-boob wasn’t enough, now anyone who talked to her face-to-face would have the twins pointing right at them!

She took a large gulp from her flute, but remained very self conscious as the ballroom slowly filled with attractive bodies. Still, thus far nobody had given her any distinct impression that her presentation was as scandalous as she thought. If she wasn’t too lewd by the arbitrary standards of so many strangers, then perhaps she could endure this. As she considered this, a giddy feeling began to settle in over her nerves.

It’s all the mask, I’m sure.

Yes, the key feature of the masquerade ball certainly gave her the anonymity she needed tonight, even amongst strangers. It also helped that everyone else was wearing masks ordu escort too, which made it hard to read people, or to tell where their eyes wandered.

Her perception of her vulnerability was also amplified by the absence of other personal belongings. A typical outing would see Stephanie wearing jeans, with her phone, cards and keys in her pockets. She often carried a handbag, but tonight she didn’t even have that. Earlier, she had been so distracted by her attire, so overwhelmed by her perceived nudity, that she had managed to walk out of the hotel suite without her key card.

The door had barely closed before she realised her mistake, and tried to go back inside. Locked, obviously! Fortunately, a quick visit to reception sorted the problem; the girl simply handed her an envelope with the other two keycards (for the other two guests who never showed up). From there, Stephanie found herself at the ball entrance in short order, and gave her name to the man running security. She was almost surprised when she indeed was on the guest list, and permitted entry. Despite looking the part, she honestly didn’t feel like she belonged. She was alone, and penniless compared to the other fancy pancies in attendance. At least that was her perception; her own assessment of her social standing.

The cloakroom guy had offered to take her envelope off her, and she hesitated. It would not do to lose any more keys, or she might not have a beautiful hotel suite to go back to any more. On the other hand, carrying those things around all night would be beyond tedious, and she had nowhere on her person to put them. Thus, she surrendered the envelope and it’s precious contents.

“It’s not like I’ll get far if I forget it when I leave!”

“Of course, young Miss.” Apparently that was her name, according to all the staff here. It suited her just fine.

Presently, Stephanie was making slow progress on her first drink. She had indulged a little too much Moet in her room, and the new glass was going straight to her head. She made a mental note to put down a fair few more of the delicious canapes going around, and scanned the crowd again.

There were a few dozen people already in attendance, most of them couples by the look, all mingling and talking to each other. Everyone looked stunning. Formal gowns and tuxedos with tails, and they all had masks for the occasion. Except most of the masks looked cheap and disposable compared to Stephanie’s – she was actually concerned she would stand out too much for that reason alone. That, and having been there for several minutes and so far only exchanging pleasantries with the staff, had her feeling pretty darn awkward.

Maybe my room is going to be the highlight of the trip afterall.

She considered returning back to the private luxury of the room, back to the bathtub… but scolded herself for such cowardice. The night was very, very young.

“A fellow bachelorette, I presume?” A small female voice came from behind, and Steph turned to the source. A little slip of a girl regarded her, a brunette in a short, black cocktail dress. She had one of the cheaper looking masks – blue, and a pair of bright blue eyes shone at her from behind it. She was a complete stranger – but that was the whole point. New places, no faces.

“Guilty,” Stepanie replied, and offered a warm smile. She was grateful that someone had finally made the effort to talk to the young bimbo with her boobs out, and tried her best to offer some interesting conversation. “But in my defense, isn’t the whole point of a masquerade to not know anybody’s identities, so bringing a date should be against the spirit of things, right?”

The girl’s eyes seemed to sparkle brighter. “I suppose you’re right! I was actually going to give you my name, but I guess it’s against the rules.”

“Don’t be silly, this is a party in the end, and I refuse to address you as ‘hey you’. I’m Steph.”

“Natalie.” She put out her hand, but Stephanie didn’t feel quite right about shaking it. This was meant to be a fun party. Classy. Sexy. Handshaking was so lame and professional – especially between women. But she couldn’t leave the girl hanging, so she took the offered hand. It was smaller than hers, and softer too. A sudden impulse took her, and she turned the girl’s hand over, and brought it up to her face to plant a kiss.

Natalie giggled. “Oh, don’t you know how to treat a lady.” And then she likewise pulled Stephanie’s hand to her mouth and returned the gesture. Her lips felt warm, and sticky from her bright red lipstick, though when she got her hand back, it didn’t seem that any of the rouge had transferred onto her.

“Likewise,” Steph offered. She couldn’t think of a time an introduction with a member of the same sex had gone that way, but that was good. Tonight was supposed to be different. Tonight was supposed to be a little risque, and she didn’t want that to start and finish with her embarassing state of dress.

“So, what brings you here, osmaniye escort if not to be paraded and shown off as a covetable trophy date.”

“Ummm, I work for a law firm and… the CEO, well, I think he has a major role in this tonight, and… he literally wanted to invite some young women from the office to parade them around and show them off.”

She made Natalie laugh again. The girl was smart enough to know she had given no offense, and they were just exchanging some witty banter. “Well, don’t feel bad, but I would say it’s mission accomplished. You look stunning. That dress, and your mask – it’s exquisite, and I love what someone has done with your hair! But honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could even talk to you.”

“Ummm, thank you? So that’s what I did wrong. I was wondering why no guy has approached me yet.”

“Ha! Because their girlfriends and wives would make them suffer for it, I’m guessing! Just wait and see what a few more of these Dom Pérignon’s can do about that.”

“Dom Pérignon? Is that… more expensive than Moet, or less?” Oops. She had been doing well, and then a bimbo comment slipped out. Natalie looked at her as if she was stupid, and she tried not to visibly wince during the silence that followed.

“Well, duh. They are both obviously for rich idiots. Just give me a chardonnay or a beer next time and I’ll be golden.” Now it was Steph’s turn to laugh, mostly for misjudging the girl for a moment. If she didn’t meet anyone else all night she would still have good company, as it turned out.

“And are these people…” Steph gestured around the room, which was fast becoming more crowded as the remaining guests were now arriving in a steady stream.

“Rich idiots? Well, the first part, for sure. We might be some of the only exceptions to that. They are mostly owners of successful startups and other entrepreneurial types. That’s why they are so young, with hot as fuck dates.”

“Oh yeah? Which of the ladies are catching your eye?”

“Oh?” Natalie raised an eyebrow as if there were something strange about the question. “They’re all very pretty, I guess. I was talking about the male dates, though.” She winked, although her expression was kind of lost behind her mask.

“Right, of course. Are most of the big shots here actually women, then?”

“I don’t think so. I was just playing.”

“No it’s fine, I liked it,” Stephanie offered a small giggle. “You’re funny. So, what’s your story, then?”

“Well, I might as well come clean on that. I’ve been contracted to do some photography tonight.”

“Oh? I don’t see a camera on you. I hope you didn’t forget something important.”

Natalie made a show of mock-nervous laughter. “No, I’m not so much meant to be bothering people enjoying the party. It’s more for the charity.”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t follow.”

“I’ve actually set up a little studio in the hall on the way to the ladies room. I’m supposed to try and get every woman here in for a little photo shoot. At the end of the night, well, my photos are meant to be the product for auctioning off. Only…”

“No customers yet?”

Natalie nodded. “I’m trying to get the word around now, and then I’ll be in the studio most of the night. I need to get started soon though! Look, Steph, you are just so gorgeous, and you would really be helping me out if you could maybe, get the ball rolling for me?”

Stephanie swallowed, and tried not to look as panicked as she felt at the thought of her raunchy look this evening becoming immortalised on film. And, it was just creepy! The idea that some man here might purchase the photos for some silly sum of money! She had just before been thinking that she wanted the night to feel on the risque side, but this wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. Sensing her hesitation, Natalie continued in a rush. “Don’t worry, hun, I’m really good at what I do. I promise you’ll be proud of the pictures. Anyway, I really need to get started! Do you think you could swing by sooner than later?”

“Ummmm, sure. As soon as standing around with no friends gets too awkward, I guess.”

Natalie poked her in the ribs. “You better make it soon, then. Something tells me you will be quite popular before too long.”

With that, Natalie was gone, and Stephanie was alone again. For a few minutes she was content just to scope out all the glamorous people, and make her own personal impact upon the abundant canapes.

Then, the music changed. It was much louder, and orchestral. Mostly strings, with highly accented, staccato notes. A cheer rose towards the center of the hall, and Stephanie gazed toward the source of the commotion.

“Oh, gosh!” A particularly stunning couple with dark looks were dancing together, and everybody else was moving to give them space. That is, they were actually dancing. “Is that… tango?” Stephanie had seen the dramatic ‘walking’ kind of dance enough in movies to recognise it. But it was obvious that these two were really sinop escort good. Oh and wait – was that a red rose in the man’s mouth? They were even doing that thing. She realised it was unlikely to be a spontaneous performance by the masked pair, and that they might have been invited to the ball for this very purpose. Certainly Stephanie was grateful for the entertainment.

The dancers came together in a promenade position, and took long steps towards the crowd. But they didn’t expect anybody to move out their way, and instead the man adjusted his moves to guide his partner between the little groups. They even did a series of complex turns that somehow dodged a few small clusters of guests, and then he dropped her into a dramatic dip, but leaned down after her, and she took the rose from him between her own teeth. That earned a cheer from the crowd, and Stephanie clapped too.

The woman was about Stephanie’s height, but was without a doubt more curvy. She looked strong, much stronger than Steph, despite her substantial commitment at the gym. She wore a gown of deep, vibrant red, and her chestnut-brown hair cascaded down her back in thick curls. Her partner was well matched with her, as he was very tall. Not to mention, incredibly handsome. And confident. They both looked Mediterranean, or perhaps, like the origin of their dance, Latin American. The dance went on for the next couple of minutes, and Stephanie got the impression that the steps were largely improvised, with perhaps a few fancy moves planned ahead of time. But it was all very sexy.

When they weren’t taking those long steps around the room, they had their hands on each other’s bodies. His lips brushed her neck at each opportunity, and her feet stepped about him in an intricate manner suggestive of a playful courting ritual. The woman’s dress was split on one side similar to Stephanie’s own, but it went higher up her leg, giving her more freedom in her movements. Suffice to say, she was showing a lot of well tanned skin, and was not shy about flashing plenty of glimpses of her underwear during the dramatic spins and dips. Her underwear was also red. A red thong.

The music piece must have been nearly finished, when the sultry woman ripped open several buttons on her partner’s shirt, and ran her fingers through the mat of dark hairs now exposed on his chest.

One of their own ideas, no doubt.

After that, there seemed to be a shift in the dynamics of their steps. Instead of flirting with him and stepping around him, she was the pursuer, and his moves were to evade her passion and her need. Stephanie gulped when they seemed to head straight for her. They swooped by, leaving her breathing in the trail of the woman’s perfume. At last, she had him pinned up against a post at the bottom of the grand staircase, and lunged at him face-to-face. As she did, he swiped an arm to collect the bottom of her dress and hold it to the side, and pressed his hand into the small of her back to hold her there as both her feet left the ground to embrace his bent-over-backwards figure.

It seemed like their finishing pose, with the man demonstrating incredible strength as he held her fast, with only the rounded top of the balustrading post to support him at the shoulders. They held there in what was surely an unconventional role-reversed dip, and the heated looking woman spat out the rose stem in order to kiss him full on the lips.

The crowd clapped and hooted, while Stephanie stood transfixed from her vantage point barely ten feet from the action. The couple continued to kiss passionately, and the man held the bottom of her dress out wider, with his fingers encouraging for more applause as more of the backs of his partner’s thighs were exposed.

The desired effect was achieved, and the applause reached a crescendo, punctuated by wolf whistles as the man continued to force her dress to ride high, until her buttocks were exposed. Stephanie’s eyes widened at the titillating spectacle. The dancer was offering more than a flash of her red g-string this time, but her ass was one she could be proud to show off. Every eye in the room was surely glued to her generously proportioned bubble-butt, and Stephanie was no exception. One needed only visit the beach to spy an equivalent amount of female backside, but this was different. The dance had been so sexy, and the manner in which the dancer’s exposure had unfolded was provocative beyond anything in her experience.

I guess I needn’t have worried about becoming some kind of center of attention.

Even after the dancer broke out of the kiss with her partner, she looked back at what she was showing, then smiled for everyone, and gave it a wiggle for good measure. More whistling joined the chorus until at last the man lifted her at her waist and pulled her to the side to face the crowd, gently setting her stiletto-heeled feet back on the ground.

The performance was over, but before people had a chance to return to their conversations, there came an announcement over the speakers. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the first Annual Masterson Charity Ball. Let’s hear it one more time for our Argentine Tango stars, Mia and Bradly!” The hot, no longer anonymous couple at the bottom of the stairs bowed, and there was another round of applause.

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Walking onto the patio overlooking my favorite beach in Texas, I am greeted by a most unexpected sight: a naked woman on the patio next to mine. Unexpected not because we are five stories up, but because this is Texas and nudity is not often seen in public. At least in all my years of coming here, totally nude women are not common.

“Good morning and Happy July 14th.” She greets me.

“Good morning.” I reply, trying not to stare.

“I see the shock in your face. My husband has delivered flyers to all the rooms. You should find it on the floor by your door.” She tells me. “It will explain a lot.”

I leave the balcony, and sure enough, find a white piece of paper on the floor just inside the door to our suite. Picking it up, I see it’s an invitation of sorts. We are cordially invited by the Sand Dollar HOA to take part in National Nude Day. This sounds like fun. Not wasting a moment, I shed my shorts and shirt and walk back onto the balcony.

“Oh, I see you have accepted our invite.” The woman tells me with approving eyes.

“Well, of course. So, tell me about this. I’ve never heard of it.” I inquire.

“First, today is July 14, or National Nude Day. We like to celebrate it every year a little farther up the island where the road ends. This year, after acquiring the last of the condos to give us majority ownership, we decided to celebrate here, or at least start here.”

“Judging by your lack of tanlines, I’m guessing you are naked more than just once a year. You look terrific, if you don’t mind my saying. How does majority ownership help you do this?” I ask.

“Thank you, of course. We spend a lot of time on the north side of the island. In fact, we’ll be going there today if you want to come along. We tried to buy the entire building, but city code wouldn’t allow it. So, we skirted the rules a little, and bought a few more units to give us majority ownership of the building. There are 50 units, and we now own 30. It makes for a nice income, and we can sponsor parties here all we want.” She tells me.

“I bet my wife wouldn’t mind going up north. We have been coming here for over 30 years. We’ve never been off road where the road ends.” I respond.

“Honey?” I hear from behind me. “What are you doing out, naked, and talking to that woman?”

I walk in and hand my wife the flyer. “We’ve been invited to hang out with our neighbor today. It’s National Nude Day.”

“Welp. There goes my surprise for you.” She tells me, and walks onto the balcony.

“This is my wife, Bonnie. I was so busy admiring you, I forgot to ask you your name.” I tell the woman on the next balcony.

“I’m Julie. My husband James should be out momentarily.” Julie tells us.

“I’m Zoo, and I think we’re both up for some fun today.”

“I had actually planned on getting naked for Zoo today, either at the pool, or on the beach. You don’t see anyone topless here, much less naked.” Bonnie tells her. And with that, she strips off her nightshirt and shorts and hugs me.

“Happy National Nude Day to me, for sure.” I say as I receive Bonnie’s body into my arms. “But how did you think you could get nude on the beach?”

“I hadn’t worked out any details, just a few ideas to try. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough, especially if there’s lots of families.”

“I bet we can help with that, since you look like you have the hang of the most important part.” Julie tells us. “We can head up the beach right now while the waves are good for James…”

James interrupts Julie as he walks out of their condo, also completely nude. We must be quite the contrast for anyone looking: James and Julie are both tanned all over, while we are almost completely pale with noticeable tanlines.

“I see our invitation has been accepted. As HOA president, I welcome you to the Sand Dollar National Nude Day celebration.” James tells us. “However, the most important part of the day is happening right now, here at 6am. Surf’s up!!! Grab your towel, and meet us downstairs. We’ll head up North to surf and boogieboard while the waves are tasty.”

“Do you think he meant ‘just a towel’?” Bonnie asks me as we go inside.

“I guess. We shouldn’t keep them waiting.” I reply. Bonnie and I grab towels, wrapping them around our bodies, and head downstairs.

“See. I told you they knew what to do.” Julie says, high-fiveing James. She is still naked, standing in front of a truck which already has some surfboards and boogie boards in the bed.

Ensuring we are sitting on a towel, the four of us head up North on Padre Boulevard. The roads are quiet, and the surf looks really nice this early in the morning as the sun has already begun to rise over the Gulf of Mexico. I have always loved sunrises here since my first experience here in 76. That year, even as I was becoming a teenager, I learned how the waves beckon. As the island developed over the years, the crystal clear Gulf water here has kırşehir escort been my favorite. It’s rare to find the crappy conditions you see along the upper Texas coast. Even as the Gulf turns to bathwater in late August, Padre holds a spell over me.

While Bonnie remains wrapped in her towel, Julie never quite put hers on. I think she only wrapped up a little just to get seated. With the window open, her hair billows freely into her headrest. I reach over to Bonnie and stroke the back of her hair, then let my hand fall onto her shoulders. From here, I begin the careful manipulation of her towel so it will fall down off her chest. She doesn’t wait, and slides the towel down into her lap, exposing her wonderful tits. The sun shines through her window onto her bare skin.

Near the end of the paved road is the entrance to a park. Upon entering the park, we head straight for the sand.

“We’ve never driven on the beach. How does this work?” I ask James.

“In about an hour, park rangers will drive around to conduct a head count. Then, when they open the park, they will monitor and limit cars to a certain amount. Padre Island National Seashore is currently operating at 50% capacity in our post-quarantine world. Once I get to the wet sand, we drive another 15 minutes north.

You won’t be able to miss the ‘nude’ part of Padre. No one will be wearing anything and we’ll just be surfing until we get hungry.” James tells us.

Turning back to us, Julie’s tits fill my gaze. “We’ll head back to eat and party all day. As long as we stay in the complex, we’ll be left alone. But, I have a few ideas on how to get Bonnie here onto the beach and uncovered.” She catches my stare, but seems to enjoy my eyes all over her.

And there it is, just like the legends say. A huge dead piece of driftwood to our left is emblazoned with the word, ‘nude’. We have arrived where inhibitions disappear, as do the park rangers. I had heard about this, but never believed it to be true. But here we are, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise addition to my impromptu plans for you today.” Bonnie tells me.

“I never would have believed you if you told me we would be riding up North of SPI, nude nonetheless, to go surfing.” I reply with a smile. “How did you think you would surprise me today?”

“I had hoped for walk on the beach nude for you, right outside the condo. This is a great start, and I still plan on going nude there. Now, it’s just a matter of anticipation.”

“Oh, we’ll get you naked for sure.” Julie interjects. “We may start off together, but you’ll definitely have some alone time out there.”

“Surf, or boogie?” James asks as we park about 30 yards from the surf. I can see some smoldering bonfires close to the dunes and the familiar bob of surfers heads in the water are 50 yards out in the water.

“Julie, can you give me some surfing pointers? Zoo tried, but I never quite got the hang of it.” Bonnie asks her.

“Sure. Zoo, I’ll need your help so we can get out in the water quickly.”

James hands us the two boards, and we walk close to the water and lay them down.

“Okay, first, the boards are freshly waxed. Go ahead and lay down on the board.” Julie directs. “Zoo, stand on the other side. You’ll need to help position Bonnie’s ass so she doesn’t stand too straight up.”

As Julie directs Bonnie to first kneel as she gets up, then keep her knees bent as she turns with her back to me, I get ready to hold her ass in place.

“Good. You want your chest directly over your feet, and keep your knees bent.” Julie tells her while holding Bonnie’s tits. I grab Bonnie’s ass and hold it in place with my left hand. I take the opportunity to insert my right fingers into her pussy.

“They say surfing is better than sex. The waves make you feel just like this.” Julie tells Bonnie as she hears her moans in pleasure.

“If I don’t cum here, I’ll most definitely cum with the waves hitting my pussy while everyone watches.” Bonnie agrees as she moves around on the board while Julie explains positioning and balance.

“Why not do both?” I ask, and begin rubbing her pussy with all my fingers. I use my left hand to spread her ass even more to penetrate her asshole with that index finger. The effect is instantaneous and groundbreaking for both of us. We have never shared each other with anyone, let along on a beach during a surfing lesson.

Bonnie places her hands on her knees, and begins moving her entire body slowly to the rhythm of both my hands and Julie’s touch on her breasts. I can feel her body quiver, and my cock hardens as I watch her.

“Right there.” I hear from Bonnie, and her body slows with the impending orgasmic crescendo. “Don’t move.”

I stop my hands right where they are, and Bonnie relaxes her entire body so she can feel the orgasm shoot through her.

“We are going to have some fun with this lady all day, aren’t we?” Julie asks.

“If this is any indication, National Nude Day will become quite the tradition in our sex life.” malatya escort I say, smiling as we watch Bonnie cum a few more times while still standing on the board.

For now, it’s time to surf. The waves are refreshing, and Bonnie spends more time on top of the board this time than the last time I taught her how to surf. The still-cool Gulf water and morning air take care of my hardened cock. Watching my naked wife surf is still a tremendous sight, and we spend a good hour in the water before switching gear.

Now on the board, I can stand see Bonnie’s ass as she rides the waves on the boogie board. I enter the water quite willingly as she distracts me from the fine-tuned balancing act required of surfing. After 30 minutes or so, I ride in and sit on the sand just where the water breaks. I love to watch Bonnie’s tits here as her nipples appear, then disappear under the active waves.

She soon joins me, sitting next to me.

“This is so perfect for so many reasons.” Bonnie says as she spreads her legs to welcome the water into her shaved pussy. Leaning back, I can tell round number two is going to be awesome. Bonnie turns her head to me, and we begin kissing. The waves continue to hit her just right, and I refuse to stop kissing her. The result is yet another climatic tensing of her entire body for another orgasm.

“30 years, and we’ve never been here? How is that possible?” Bonnie asks as I help her to her feet.

“We may only come to this beach from now on.” I reply, as we walk to the truck. I could use some breakfast now.

“Let’s go eat. We have the poolside grills ready to go.” James tells us as we load up our gear.

The ride back is quick, and the morning light is well above the waves. West Texas sunsets are amazing, but I have always enjoyed starting the day to this sunrise. The white SPI sand belongs to us right now. On the condo property, our parking spaces are clearly marked just a few car. lengths from the sidewalk leading around the building to the pool. To the left of that private sidewalk is another, this one public beach access number 19. Each of these public access points has a small shower and parking for about 10 cars. If you get to SPI, expect to come early for the best parking, or you’ll end up walking from one of the parking spots lining Gulf Boulevard.

Anyway, as they say, the early bird gets the worm. This morning, the early bird would be those early morning beach goers using the public access point and that worm would resemble two completely naked women walking into the complex pool area. This is a most delicious view as a few people stop in their tracks to watch Bonnie and Julie. I follow them around, but I’ve got a boogie board to hide my nudity. I’m pretty sure no one cares about my naked ass anyway.

James heads upstairs to get some food to cook, and I walk around to find my gorgeous wife showering at the entrance to the pool. To our left, a small crowd watches in awe.

“Happy July 14.” I say, with a wave to them.

“What’s that mean?” I hear.

“National Nude Day.” I kinda yell to no one in particular.

I walk past the showering beauties, and drop the boogie boards inside the pool fence. I return to the shower to find only Bonnie there, seemingly soaking up the attention coming from the other side of the fence. I walk up to her, hugging her under the water to rinse the salt and sand off my body.

“How do you feel out here?” I ask.

“This has been the most invigorating, liberating morning. I love to be outside, and doing so naked is so amazing. I know all of us will be naked here, but I can’t wait to be naked for you on the beach we are looking at right now. Just promise me you’ll be okay if I’m the only one naked out there.” Bonnie tells me.

“Of course. Is this some sort of fantasy?” I ask.

“Kinda, but mostly it’s something I want to do for you. I want to be the only person naked out there. I want to just hang out as naturally as we would if we are on the beach in our suits. When you think about it, being in suits is as close to being naked as one can get.” Bonnie says as she turns off the shower.

“If you end up naked out there on that beach, I will ravish your body all night long.” I state.

“If I end up naked out there, you better be ready for even more of what has already happened this morning.” Bonnie replies.

With that, I scoop Bonnie up into my arms, and carry her into the pool area. I don’t even hesitate, and jump into the pool water despite her scream. The water is surprisingly warmer than the gulf water, and I quickly bring Bonnie’s body close to me so I can feel her tits on my chest. As I begin kissing her, I grab her ass with both hands and separate her so I can finger her. Bonnie moans, and I move my right hand to her breasts and rub vigorously. I sense her willingness, and continue moving my hand to her pussy to open and feel her sex. Her legs move apart soon after, and I am able to push three fingers into her and our kisses become even more intense.

I feel Bonnie grab my cock, niğde escort and I become hard very quickly.

“Let me move around, just keep your fingers inside me.” Bonnie directs.

With that, she grabs a breath of air, and dips under the water. I follow her down, fingers still in her. Somehow, we make some quick underwater acrobatic moves so Bonnie can take my cock into her mouth while I move my hand in and out of her. I stand up in the shallow water, Bonnie still attached to my dick, and find Julie watching us.

“Looks like fun. How long can she hold her breath with her mouth so full?” She asks, as Bonnie comes up for air.

“About that long.” I reply with a smile.

“Looks like her mouth was fuller than I thought.” Julie says, as she looks at my still-hard cock.

“I’m sure the water magnifies my size.” I say as I climb out of the water, still rock hard from Bonnie’s attention.

“Oh no, you don’t need the help of water to show off your size. Bonnie is one lucky woman.” Julie says as she stares at me.

“Believe me, I’m the lucky one today. Bonnie wants to be the only one naked on the beach today. I’m not sure how that will happen. Got any ideas?” I say.

“Well, we have a beach canopy with sheer material for the walls. We can start with her inside that, and then somehow lose the walls to expose her completely. It could be fun.” Julie tells me.

“Sounds great.” Bonnie says, as she comes up behind me. “Let’s cook some breakfast while we cook up this plan.”

The condo complex is outfitted with a full kitchen outside with the pool. It’s a sweet setup, and we are soon lounging poolside with breakfast tacos, mimosas, and plenty of laughter. If the people using the public access point could only see through the privacy fence. Soon, I guess they will find out exactly what was going on.

After eating, James and I gather our stuff for the beach portion of this day. We anticipate a few hours out there. Since all beaches in Texas are public, we’ll need to claim our spot pretty soon. Our preference is to walk straight out from the condo, set up there, thus having direct access to the complex as necessary.

The first thing we do is get dressed, at least in suits and sandals. The beach sand is always hot this time of year, especially the dry part closest to the building. We take the canopy out first and set it up. The wind is light today, and the sheer walls fall naturally to the sand. We put loungers inside it along with a cooler with drinks, a nice speaker for music, and a small volleyball net just outside it. Both the canopy and net are marked with the Sand Dollar HOA emblem, so it looks like a private beach spot. Spot claimed, we head in to gather up the girls.

“I know you want to be the only one naked, but I really want to join you. I’ve only been brave enough to go topless out there, believe it or not. We usually head up North like this morning to go totally nude.” I hear Julie ask Bonnie.

“Of course. I would love that.” Bonnie smiles at me.

“Well, it’s game time. After we clean the kitchen, we’ll be out on the boogie boards. The canopy is ready and waiting.” I tell them.

James and I clean up the kitchen, and head out. The girls are still sitting poolside, both naked, and don’t even tell us goodbye as we leave. Back in the gulf water, the waves are still decent enough for our boards. Standing in the shallow surf, I take in the view of the island from about 30 yards out. The crowds are looking good. After a few more sets of waves, I get ready to head in.

I am stopped by the sight of my wife and Julie approaching the canopy, both wrapped in towels. I watch them get inside, and both sit on a lounger. As I stand there, waves hitting my ass, it is easy to see through the canopy wall. Bonnie and Julie both remove their towels, and sit back onto their respective loungers. Their nice dark nipples are quite easy to see, but no one nearby seems to notice. I give James a quick whistle and point toward the canopy.

We both leave the water together, admiring our wives. It’s almost unbelievable no one seems to have noticed. It shouldn’t take too long.

“Your cabana boys have arrived.” I announce, pulling the sheer wall open so we can enter. “You look fantastic.”

The girls are totally naked, having put their towels under their loungers. I make a quick decision, grab the towels, and take them to the fence surrounding the pool. It’s about 25 yards from the canopy to the fence, all across the dry, hot sand. I return to the girls, and find James has given them drinks is walking back into the water. Bonnie hands me her sunscreen, and turns over. I cover her in the lotion, and Julie then turns over and asks me to do the same.

Just as with Bonnie, I carefully work my way from her neck down to her feet. She obligingly allows me to cover the exposed sides of her tits, and doesn’t even move as my fingers explore her ass. As I do so, I realize I didn’t do the same for Bonnie, so I kneel between them, and soon have each hand in between different sets of butt cheeks. Bonnie is to my left, and puts her right arm down along her body and grabs my cock through my suit. Julie does the same with her left hand. Bonnie then pulls my cock out of my suit to stroke me. Julie cups my balls in her hand, and I’m pretty sure I could shoot my load all over the inside of the tent right now.

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[Dear reader, this is the second of five chapters.]

Secret 2 — I Know Where You Are (Gary shows up at the girls’ house.)

Lisa opened the front door to a beaming Gary holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and in the other hand a grocery bag with pizza boxes sticking out the top. Lisa leaned against the open doorway with a blushing embarrassed smile to go with her ruffled hair and clothing. The skin around her eyes was naturally a shade darker, which gave her a sexy bedroom look. They grinned at each other in silence until Lisa broke down first.

“Oh OK. Come on in.”

In hearing Lisa’s voice Gary was surprised that he had not recognized it on the phone. Her voice had a slightly raspy sound that was very distinctive.

Lisa led the way and it occurred to Gary that she had been telling the truth about her butt wiggling. And her sweatpants were somehow very sexy. They had the letters “PINK” prominently printed across the seat. Gary thought to himself that it seemed only girls with superb butts wore that. He watched the “PI” and then the “NK” move up and down as Lisa stepped with small quick paces.

She spoke over her shoulder, “Internet address search on our Caller-ID number?”

“Yep.”

Gary and Lisa laughed good-naturedly as they walked to the kitchen. Gary unloaded the groceries on the counter and asked, “Where did Camille go?”

“She’s hiding from you.”

A muffled and disguised voice came from behind the closed bedroom door, “What makes you think I’m Camille?”

Lisa and Gary sniggered and Gary raised his voice to answer, “Because I saw you and Lisa in the picture window as I walked to the front door.”

Lisa and Gary looked at each other and tried to hold back laughing in case Camille might be insulted.

“I’m still not coming out. And Lisa, I can’t believe you let him in here with us.”

Gary walked over to the bedroom door and leaned his forehead against it to talk while resting his weight on one hip. Lisa thought he looked mighty good in that pose while he tried to be gentle. In his most soothing voice he spoke, “It’s OK Camille. Believe me I understand you two were joking around. It was just a fun game that I enjoyed playing too. I don’t want to run you away. I promise I won’t tell anyone and I won’t be rude with you. I brought some food and tequila for us to just relax and laugh a little bit.”

Gary straightened and turned smiling to Lisa. No wonder she thought he was hot. It was mostly his cool self-assured manner that made him attractive.

The sound of the unlocking door caused Gary to back away. Camille stepped slowly out with her eyes cast downward and her face a dark shade of red. Gary noticed that her nightgown was modest but she looked very good.

Gary turned to look at Lisa with a broad and genuine smile. “You two relax. I’ll make some snacks and special margaritas from scratch.” He turned toward Camille to say, “And I won’t make them too strong.”

Camille was eager to say something, “Gary, you know that story about our playing with ourselves while we were in the shower?” Gary nodded. “Well it wasn’t true. We were just kidding about that.”

Camille walked away with Gary simply standing there. Then Lisa passed close by and whispered to him, “It’s true.” She flashed a knowing smile over her shoulder and followed Camille.

The girls stepped into the living room with Lisa giggling and Camille somber. Gary slowly shook his head and spent a moment to compare the walks of the two girls. Lisa took smaller and quicker steps, moving mostly up and down with only a slight sideways wiggle of her bubble butt. Camille’s walk seemed to go with her taller frame. She had a definite “swish” of her whole body from side to side as she moved. He realized he could watch those two walk for hours and never get bored.

Gary turned and started preparing food and drinks. He knew what he was doing because he had spent time in the kitchen when he first kırşehir escort worked at the restaurant. Gary was close enough to the girls that they could watch him but far enough away that he couldn’t understand their whispers.

Camille finally could see the humor in the situation. “Lisa, you’re pitiful at this crank call business. I’d think a receptionist like you would understand all the variations of Caller-ID.”

Lisa giggled a response, “We have a phone system without many features. But I think this is working out great. We have our dream guy cooking and waiting on us. Just look at him.”

Gary had his back to the girls. He had fairly short dark brown hair and he was a little taller than average. His hands were moving swiftly and he was obviously enjoying himself as he softly whistled. He was shifting his weight from one foot to the other which showed off his tight butt under light khaki trousers. And his back muscles were clearly moving in time to his activities under his snug Henley long sleeve shirt.

Gary spun around with a margarita glass in each hand. His sleeves were rolled up revealing veins in his forearms and hands. The girls broke their trance with soft giggles and he boomed out, “Here you go. One third each of lemon, tequila, and triplesec. Except I watered down the tequila a little bit so it won’t be as strong as it is in the restaurant. I know you two have already had something to drink and I don’t think you want to get sloshed.”

Camille said thanks and Lisa said, “It wouldn’t be so bad to get sloshed.”

Gary smiled and watched them take first sips from the salted glass rims. Both girls gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. He was animated as he added, “I’ve put pizza in the oven so I have time to just come around and join you with my full-strength drink. I can tell I have a little catching up to do.”

As Gary rounded the end of the kitchen bar Lisa stood up with her drink. With her other hand she affectionately passed her palm across Gary’s back.

“Whoa, aren’t you frisky tonight!” He returned the gesture by placing his arm across Lisa’s shoulders and they walked toward the living room in a loose embrace.

Camille must have felt a little jealous because she said something uncharacteristic for her, “Hey Lisa, make sure you show off those bouncy body parts.”

All three of them giggled and Lisa made sure to include a bounce in her last few steps before sitting on the couch next to Gary. Gary didn’t miss any of Lisa’s show.

Camille sat across from them in a recliner and kept up the dialog, “Well Gary, was that enough bounce for you?”

“It sure was. Lisa has a perfect bounce, which of course I’ve noticed before. In fact, I can’t tell you how glad I was to find out you two girls were the ones that made today’s call. You’re both beautiful and it was flattering.”

Both girls cooed at the compliment. Lisa said, “Oh isn’t that sweet.” then snuggled her head onto his shoulder and kissed him on the ear. He could feel her short hair tickle the side of his face and he could especially feel her braless tit pressed against his bicep.

Gary called out, “Wow! Are these good margaritas or what?” He thought about his girlfriend and felt a surge of guilt. With an embarrassed smile he draped his arm across Lisa’s shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze, “Watch out Lisa. I think you get extra friendly when you drink.” At least he intended to try to be good.

Lisa was just having fun, but Camille was a keen observer of Lisa’s behavior. Camille thought to herself that this was going to be fun watching the performance tonight. She knew how persistent Lisa could be when she was in the mood, and Lisa sure looked like she was in the mood. It made Camille less anxious, knowing that she could loosen up and simply observe Lisa and Gary.

A buzzing sound from the kitchen interrupted them. “That’s the timer for the chicken wings.” Gary carefully malatya escort unwrapped himself from Lisa and hustled into the kitchen. He called back to them, “The pizza will take another 15 minutes.”

Lisa followed him to the kitchen with her margarita glass in hand, “I’d like another one please. And I’d like the full strength version this time.”

Camille immediately set her glass on the counter, “Me too.”

Gary raised his brows and proceeded to fill the order. The girls moved back to the living room, content to have Gary wait on them. Lisa turned on some music.

Gary returned with snacks and drinks to see the two girls dancing. He could immediately see that their movements were a source of real beauty. He set the refreshments on the coffee table and stood transfixed as the girls seemed lost in their performance. They were not trying to be sexual but of course they couldn’t help but to be erotic. The music was not fast or loud and the girls were not performing dance moves Gary had ever seen before. It looked like they were dancing spontaneously and naturally, executing flowing circles and pirouettes.

Lisa’s movements looked impulsive and exaggerated which seemed natural for her. She was coordinated and almost athletic. Gary took the occasion to admire her barefoot figure. She had a small waist and unconstrained curves that were thinly covered with the t-shirt and sweatpants. The t-shirt fit loose and had on oversized neck opening so that Gary often glimpsed extra cleavage as she moved.

But it was Lisa’s full smile that was the natural focal point of the room. Gary’s mind drifted to wonder about the old wive’s tale notion that a large mouth indicated a large pussy. If that was true then Lisa would have a luscious ample pussy, and Camille would have a small tight one. Gary pulled his mind up from the gutter to admire the girls’ dancing again.

Camille was beautiful and graceful in a different way. She was clearly enjoying herself but she only had a slight smile. Her blond hair combined with a tall and erect stature drew his eyes to her. Although the cotton gown was clearly thin it did not reveal much about what lay beneath, which made the occasional arch or bend more intriguing. Her gown stopped at the knees and the elbows. In a dreamy way it billowed slightly with each turn of her body.

The sound of a cell phone ringing interrupted the moment and Gary realized it was his. He turned toward the kitchen bar as he answered the flip phone.

Lisa and Camille traded the dancing for food and drink as they observed Gary act awkward on the phone. They drank a little quickly as they waited for Gary to rejoin them. Camille stole quick glances at Gary as the drink started making her a little woozy. The overhead light emphasized his muscular build and it occurred to her that her boyfriend could kick Gary’s ass if necessary. Somehow that thought gave her some comfort and a feeling that she was maintaining her loyalty to her boyfriend. She looked at Gary again and thought his mannerisms were endearing even when he was clearly on the phone with his girlfriend in the presence of two good-looking young women.

Lisa was at least one drink beyond feeling woozy. Instead of glances at Gary she openly adored him as she drank and ate. She had a much more impulsive attitude about loyalty and relationships. She believed that if she really liked her boyfriend she would automatically be loyal to him. Lisa had not seen her boyfriend in several weeks and she had been thinking about him a lot recently, in a sexual way. Right now she wasn’t thinking about him at all.

The girls continued to admire Gary as he stood smiling in the kitchen light. Then at about the same time both girls became somewhat resentful that Gary was taking time away from them to talk on the phone to his girlfriend in their presence.

With a devilish grin Lisa turned to Camille, “It’s his girlfriend!…Let’s niğde escort make him regret he took that call!”

Camille’s thought was that the show had already started. Gary was in for a roller coaster ride tonight and Camille was glad that she was just a spectator.

Gary didn’t notice as the girls approached where he was standing. “How’s your family?”…”Oh, I’m just having pizza and drinks with friends from the restaurant.”…”Yeah, it’s a mixed crowd.”

Without talking Lisa stood close to Gary, turned around and provocatively swayed her bottom at him. Camille followed Lisa’s lead. They smiled over their shoulders at him as they moved and he began to stutter.

Gary was nervous but having fun. So far Lisa and Camille were keeping their voices down so that his girlfriend would not be alerted. He felt guilty about deceiving his girlfriend but at the same time he reminded himself that he had not done anything wrong. Unless it was wrong to openly gape at the way Lisa’s t-shirt billowed out so that he could see her bare tummy and the bottom swell of her tits. Or the way Camille’s teardrop-shaped butt moved in that thin cotton gown.

Lisa and Camille straightened around to face him again, continuing their erotic swaying, and then Lisa bent down to grip the hem of Camille’s nightgown. As Camille continued to rotate her hips she got further into the act by running her hands along her torso and onto her breasts. Lisa giggled softly without alerting Gary’s girlfriend on the phone.

Lisa very gradually began to lift the hem of Camille’s gown. Gary’s eyes widened but he began to show some irritation at them for causing him trouble. Camille continued to go along with Lisa’s scheme by pretending to resist Lisa’s hem lift. Camille used her hands to first pretend to hold her hem down and then to place her palms on her face in mock horror. Meanwhile Camille continued to dance and show off her long legs with Lisa’s assistance.

As the hem got to mid thigh Lisa slowed down the progress. Then when Camille’s hands were up Lisa surprised Camille by snatching the gown up for Gary to get a good view of the panties underneath.

What Gary saw was plain cotton panties. What aroused him was the sight of Camille’s hourglass waist, and the very small slit where panties were up against her vagina.

Camille grabbed her gown back and growled a loud whisper to Lisa, “Are you crazy? If you want to show him some underwear show him yours.”

Gary had lost focus on his phone conversation. His mind was torn between competing desires. His face was flushed with panic that he might be discovered, and as much as he liked the show he also resented that Lisa was teasing him while he spoke with his girlfriend.

Lisa responded to Camille’s challenge, “Alright then.” Lisa pulled her shirt up to her ribcage and turned around seductively. She bent over slightly with her back arched, waving her ass at Gary again. With her lower torso exposed she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her cute sweatpants. Slowly she wiggled them down to the top of her hips, and then jerked them down to the backs of her thighs.

Lisa wasn’t wearing underwear! Until she realized her mistake she continued to wiggle her completely naked ass at Gary and smiled over her shoulder. She then hurriedly pulled the sweats up as she ran forward giggling. Camille stumbled back in shock and surprise.

Gary’s cell phone slipped from his hand to the counter where it spun around and finally fell with a clatter to the kitchen floor. Burned forever into his memory was the sight of Lisa’s round milk-white ass wiggling from side to side, with her rosy pussy lips barely visible between slightly spread thighs.

With a broad grin and a red face Lisa turned around to Gary and Camille, saying in a hushed tone, “I forgot that I wasn’t wearing panties!”

Camille composed herself and sarcastically commented with a laugh, “Yeah, right!” The girls collapsed on the couch in suppressed snorts of amusement.

Gary scrambled into the kitchen to retrieve his phone. “Hey are you still there?…Sorry about that….I’m having trouble making conversation here; do you want me to call you back later?…OK then, I’ll see you tomorrow night when you get back.”

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The Saints & during another dance bracket I held her exposed breasts. On another occasion she unzipped my jeans & held my cock in her hand.

There was an element of voyeurism apparent, ranging from folks witnessing from a distance to one fellow who simply stood close by to witness the action, stroking his cock. He was blatant but no one seemed to care. He must have lost his partner, maybe to someone else.

We saw only one instance of a woman masturbating, ironically after she had had the attention ordu escort of two men. She didn’t seem to go on with self-help, abandoning her efforts well before the turning point.

There was some evidence of low level cuckoldry. In the instances we noticed the husband or partner was a willing onlooker, then a second round participant, no doubt enjoying the delights of following on.

We had a brief but enjoyable chat with a younger couple, down from the country osmaniye escort to attend their 8th S & S Ball. They were stunned to hear that we were rising 72 & had been married for 50 years. When the wife heard My Lady’s age, she exclaimed ‘You can’t be! You look years younger than that! I hope I look like you when I’m that age!’

Her husband asked her to give us a look at her back & front view which she did, delectably with skirt raised. My Lady reciprocated, sinop escort spectacular both sides, amusing as she had cut the gusset out of her mesh tights, leaving her cunt lips exposed. We all had a laugh about that.

Things would probably have heated up even more towards 4 am but we figured we’d seen & done enough.

Are we glad we went along?

Yes!

Did we find the night wildly stimulating & arousing?

No, fascinating as a life experience but nothing beyond that.

Would we go again?

Perhaps. We’ll wait & see. As a night out if was sure as hell different – & fun!

We couldn’t help feeling that many of the exhibitionists had a very low level appreciation of what sex can offer. But maybe that was just their public persona.

Comments welcomed.

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“I’m just plain stuck,” Janice said, staring down at her now cold dinner. Her husband, Jim, could not have failed to have noted her morose attitude through the meal, and he could guess why. You see, Janice was the mayor of their town, and he knew that the city council had met that afternoon.

“What happened at the council meeting today?” he asked.

“The usual things,” Janice responded, “but also something I can’t seem to solve.”

Jim was reluctant to get involved, but he also knew there would be no peace and probably no sex also until Janice’s mind could be relieved of the load that was on it. So, he said, “Honey, what’s so difficult that you can’t fix it?”

Janice explained an almost impossible situation for a mayor. It pertained to a particular neighborhood in their town, and she had been unable to solve this problem in the first year in which she had been mayor. Further, her predecessor had been unable to solve the same problem in his six years in the job. Jim knew part of what the problem was, but he let her explain it all. A community in their town was called Fairview, but it was anything but that. It was on the edge of town and it was the part of the town which was just beyond a stream and up a hill. It had been put inside the city limits some 20 years previously, and it had promised to be part of the more wealthy areas of town as the view was excellent from every property.

Unfortunately, the Fairview neighborhood was probably doomed from the start. The developer had gotten greedy, and rather than making each house a large one which sat on a generous lot, he thought that he would make more money if he put in as many houses as he could. This meant that they were small, close to one another, and all had only two bedrooms. Not surprisingly, the wealthy clientele which the subdivision was to attract never showed up, the developer had difficulty selling the 40 houses he had built, and finally he had to offload them at significant losses to people who could only afford small dwellings. Low income people moved in.

Given the above, it is easy to guess what happened. Within a few years the properties started to look rather shabby. The houses didn’t need painting or roofing for a while, but the yards became remarkably messy, with high weeds, unmowed lawns, beer cans, trash, and other debris. Even junky cars sat in the front yards. It could be seen that gas, oil, and even antifreeze had flowed down towards the stream at the bottom of the hill.

The City Council had concluded that something had to be done about the Fairview section of town. Council members had hoped that their new mayor, Janice, would solve the problem, but her efforts as the new mayor the first year of her term had proven to be meager and ineffective. At the meeting today, they had put the squeeze on Janice to get something done. Their message was very clear: if she was to be seen by the Council as the effective mayor she promised to be, she simply had to get this problem solved. They voted to authorize $10,000 to be spent on the project, and they also said that they would do anything that she wanted to be done to ease rules and ordinances if that would help her. The Council members were polite but very firm. There would be no peace for Janice until this problem was solved.

By the time Janice had explained the most recent developments to Jim, she was in tears. Jim realized that, like it or not, this problem was his problem as well as her problem. So, he did what his training in management had taught him, and he came up with a plan that would help Janice to feel that there was some hope here, and a plan that would help her to face the problem constructively. So, he said, “I’ve got an idea. Tomorrow is Saturday, and while I have to work in the morning, I am free in the afternoon. Why don’t we go over to Fairview together, look the situation over, and see if we can’t come up with an idea that will actually solve this problem?” Janice, of course, was most grateful for the offer of help, and she readily agreed.

The next afternoon, they were on their way to Fairview, camera and notepad in hand. The drive was pleasant, and while many houses in their town were modest in size, they were well kept with neat yards, white picket fences, and other signs that people cared about them. As the road went down slightly to the bridge that crossed the stream and then up to Fairview, they could not help but enjoy the view of the cool clear water flowing under their car. This only set up them up for a rude awakening just as soon as they started up the hill on the other side. The first house on the right had three dilapidated cars in the front yard, two of which had their hoods in the air and all three of which had windows knocked out. They pulled over and stopped, truly stunned.

Jim said nothing, but Janice managed to gasp, “This is a lot worse than I thought. No wonder the City Council is upset!”

Finally, Jim said, “Let me go look at something.” tokat escort He got out, walked up the sidewalk which was covered by overgrowth, and peered over the waist high grass into the yard. He saw two things that disturbed him more than the cars. They were 55 gallon barrels, and he found that one had gasoline in it and the other one was nearly full of used motor oil. The last barrel was sitting on a tilt as the soil on one side of it had given away. When he looked down, he could see why; the barrel was leaking oil into the ground, and the leak was only a few feet from the stream.

Jim returned to their car and told Janice what he had seen. They started their car and slowly drove up the hill. Twenty houses were on each side of the street in a long block. Only a half dozen of them had yards which would be considered reasonably acceptable. All the others were unacceptable and some were much worse than that with trash heaps that would make a junk yard dealer gulp. Jim counted no fewer than 21 old cars and pickups on the grass, all of which had not run for some time and probably never would run again. Typically, there was an abundance of debris in the yards and these debris usually included mounds of beer cans near the porches. The reason for the beer cans was not hard to find. On a number of the porches, men could be seen drinking beer and carousing with their buddies.

When Janice and Jim got to the top of the block, they turned around, parked their car, and just stared at the spectacle before them down the hill. It was several very long minutes before either of them spoke. Finally, Jim said, “You don’t have enough financial resources or any other resources at the city to solve this problem. If it is going to get solved–and it has to–you’ve got to get these people motivated to clean up their yards.”

“You mean you’ve got to get these men motivated to solve this problem,” Janice said pointedly. “I’m not seeing any women throwing trash off porches, and I’ll bet that there are darn few women working on the cars in the yards.”

“OK, fair enough,” said Jim. In a sense, that makes it easier for us as we do not have to get the women motivated but only the men.”

“Yes, but how are you going to do that? You’re a man, so tell me what would motivate you to get out and clean up your yard, get rid of the junk cars, take care of the hazardous waste, and get some pride in what your place looks like. Well, what would make you do that?” Janice glared at her husband as though all of this was his fault. And in an odd way one could argue that it sort of was his fault because he represented the gender that was likely causing much of the problem.

Jim had no answer, but rather than admit that he didn’t have the foggiest idea of what to do, he simply said, “Look, let’s drive down the hill slowly, look at each house as we go by, and see if we can see anything else that we haven’t seen before that will help us solve this.” But, by the time they got to the bottom of the hill, both of them realized that they had seen more problems and more trash with the downhill perspective than when they had gone up the hill. The trash included no fewer than three containers of antifreeze turned over on their sides and with the tops off, brake fluid cans, and other toxic wastes. Goodness only knows how much of all that stuff had spilled out on to the ground. They drove home in silence.

Once home, they went to their kitchen, each got their favorite drink, and they sat down. After some contemplation, Jim said, “OK, I think I have at least part of the answer to your question as to what would motivate these men to do something about their yards.”

“Alright, what is it?” Janice asked dubiously.

“First off, you can’t depend upon any motivator that is high level such as doing it for the good of the community, saving the environment, preventing disease, or something like that. Those things won’t motivate these guys at all.”

“Agreed, but what will motivate them?”

“Well, it’s got to be much more basic to their existence. Like food.”

“Judging from the size of their beer bellies, I’d say they have had too much food already,” Janice responded.

“Or money.”

“We don’t have enough money in the budget to make more than one or two of those guys motivated enough to clear their yards,” Janice responded once again.

“Or sex.”

Janice was stopped in her tracks. Finally, she exclaimed, “What do you mean by that?”

“I think you know what sex is, honey,” Jim responded rather smugly.

“Of course I know what sex is, but I don’t see how that can be a motivating factor here. I don’t see how you can use sex to clean up a whole neighborhood. Anything you do in Fairview will be open to evaluation by the whole town. This can’t be a small affair between a handful of consenting adults. It would have to be big, open to public review, and it can’t be in violation of common sexual yozgat escort standards in our society.”

Jim was impacted by his wife’s words, and he knew that this was a tall order. Finally, he said, “Well, I know that I would be quite motivated to clean up my yard if I had the promise of a pretty young woman working next to me in a bikini all day. I’d get out there and work in order to be next to her. I would even be more motivated if I knew that this young woman would be topless all day.” Jim was being just plain honest and Janice sensed this, even though she muttered something under her breath about his having a dirty mind.

Finally, Janice said, “And where do you think we could get young things to come in such indecent attire?”

“I don’t think that this would be a problem at all. That private women’s college on the other side of town has a reputation for having open minded girls, and I think that they would be quite willing to participate. Those girls are much more likely to be motivated by the objectives of Earth Day, and if they see that they can make a real difference in the environment by using their sexual presence, I bet you would find them quite willing to help out. Wasn’t it only last year, for example, that they helped in a fund drive for a charity by sponsoring a topless hand car wash for the community, and wasn’t that a true bang up success and raised a pile of money?”

Jim’s words really sank in with Janice. She sat there a long time trying to think of a good reason why Jim’s idea wouldn’t work, but she couldn’t think of a good reason. The more she thought, the more she realized that his idea deserved consideration and that it was probably a good idea. Actually, maybe even a great idea.

On Monday morning, Janice called in her assistant who she had found to be quite savvy, and she presented the idea to him. She found him to be enthusiastic about this potential solution to the Fairview problem, and he grew excited about it as he considered the various possibilities. He indicated a real willingness to work on the idea, and he even said that he would be willing to do some work on his own time. As he later stated, one of the most enjoyable tasks given to him was to organize the photos of the college co-eds who agreed to participate.

As finally formed and presented to the members of the City Council, the plan specifically recognized the urgent need for the cleanup and removal of toxic wastes at Fairview, it declared that this effort was to be the focus of the Earth Day program in their community that year, it authorized the mayor to provide whatever incentive she felt necessary to get the residents of Fairview to participate in the program, it allowed the mayor to suspend for the day whatever ordinances (such as those against public nudity) which she felt essential to the program, and it authorized her to spend the sum of $10,000 in whatever way she felt would meet the objectives of the program. The Council voted unanimously and enthusiastically in support of the plan.

Riding on the crest of such a carte blanche endorsement, Janice launched into the program with great enthusiasm. After establishing the day of the cleanup as the Saturday before Earth Day that year, she approached the girls in three sororities at the college across town. She got their interest when she graphically portrayed with pictures the urgency of the situation at Fairview and her honest belief that these girls could make a real difference in solving this problem using their collective sexual presence. No sexual contact with the men at Fairview was either requested or expected, but rather just working alongside of them in a bikini or in a topless outfit according to what each girl preferred.

By the time Janice made the presentation at the third sorority, she had her 40 volunteers. She was surprised at how quickly the girls jumped on the program, but many said they wanted to contribute to the heath of our environment and that they were willing to spend a day doing it. Nearly half (18 of 40) signed up to come topless.

Despite the great signups of the girls, getting the men at Fairview to sign up to the program would require a lot of thought. Finally, Janice sent a personal letter to every resident in Fairview on her official stationery. Each letter started with the following question in bold type: Would you like to have a young lady in a bikini (or topless) come and help you clean up your yard? This is a serious offer from your mayor. Then the letter went on to outline the event, giving the date and other basic information. To accept the invitation, each resident had to agree to have two other persons there to help with the yard cleanup on the Saturday in question, and each had to agree to sign over all interest in any and all cars on the grass in the yard so that they could be towed and disposed of. Early applicants would have first chance at the women who had agreed to participate zonguldak escort topless, and a quick response to the letter was suggested. A prize of $1,000 for the most improved yard was offered, with the judges to be the members of the City Council. A simple form was included to be completed by the man whose yard needed to be cleaned asking him if he wanted a woman in a bikini or a topless co-ed if a choice was available. The form also gave space to sign permission for vehicles in the yard to be towed. A stamped enveloped addressed to the mayor was included.

The response to the mayor’s letter was greater than expected. No fewer than six men came to the mayor’s office and handed in their applications in person in order to increase the likelihood of getting topless girls. Twenty-three other applications came in by regular mail within a week. With thirty-two applications in hand, the mayor put her assistant on to the follow-up task of the eight who had not responded. As photos had been taken of every yard in preparation for the judging of which yard showed the most improvement, the assistant had no difficulty in determining which houses had truly junky appearances. The assistant was able to get five of the remaining eight parties to sign up for the plan by going to their doors. Fortunately, none of the three remaining houses had junky cars in the front yards. With thirty-seven of the forty houses participating, Janice was truly elated.

The week of the event, the tow truck company who was hired to remove the 21 cars out of the yards began to do so. Things went smoothly except for one house where the man answering the door said he had changed his mind and that he would not participate in the program. When Janice heard of this, she realized that something had to be done as she could not have even one car remaining in a yard if the program was to be successful. So, she met the tow truck driver and drove with him to the house a second time. Removing her top and bra, she led the way to the door. When it opened, she said to the man, “Look at these,” and pointed to her tits. She had his attention at once. He agreed to have the junky cars removed. Toxic wastes including oil, gas, and antifreeze were removed not only from his yard but from several others as well.

Janice was slightly worried that some men at Fairview would be disappointed because 34 of them had requested topless girls, but only 18 had agreed to be topless. Actually, however, she need not have worried as the girls in the sororities had agreed that to insure the success of the program, all of them would voluntarily go topless. Only three girls in the sororities would not go along with this decision, and they dropped out of the program. The result was 37 topless young women ranging from 18 to 23 years in age.

The day of the event was most festive. It began with Janice getting on the school bus that she had been able to secure to transport the sorority girls. While she had to pay the school district for the bus, the driver had agreed to donate his time when he heard that he might have to suffer through seeing nearly 40 babes topless!

When all the co-eds were on board and they were on their way across town to the Fairview neighborhood, Janice got the microphone and went over the plan of the day. Once they got there, each girl would be let off at a house, and she should go right up and introduce herself to what was expected to be three men in each yard. She should say only her first name and not give other identifying information. Once each co-ed introduced herself, she should pull off her top, pull off her bra, put these items in the sack provided with her first name on it, and immediately put the men on the tasks at hand. She should work alongside them throughout the day.

Janice commented that portable toilets were already distributed up and down the street. All co-eds were urged not to go inside any house at any point during the day, even if invited. A series of plain-clothes police officers were already stationed throughout the neighborhood, and any of them could be called upon for assistance if there was any trouble. Further, as Janice proudly pointed out, all officers had volunteered for today’s duty without pay once they had heard of what the scenery would be like!

Janice also commented out that a tool truck would be going up and down the street passing out tools and yard waste containers, that a garbage truck would pick up containers throughout the day, and that a truck would come midmorning and mid-afternoon with free refreshments. That same truck would deliver sack lunches at noontime.

Finally, Janice made the following remark to all the girls: “As far as we know, no one has ever tried to clean up a whole neighborhood like we are trying to do today using sex. So, we don’t know quite how it will go. It is possible that especially as we get into the afternoon, some of the men will get tired and want to quit before their yards are clean. If that starts to happen with your men, be as creative as you can to keep the guys going. This might mean giving them much praise, breaks as needed, and whatever else you can think of to motivate them.”

“What if we just can’t seem to get them motivated?” asked one pretty co-ed.

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Lara was swimming through a sea of balled up packing tape and pieces of her kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring over the music coming from her iPod dock on the counter. Making her way through the boxes stacked everywhere and sidestepping her cat, she finally got to the door and opened it. Standing on the step was a gorgeous blond woman holding a covered casserole dish.

“Hi, I thought I saw a moving van! I’m Wanda, we live on the left there.”

“Um, Lara. Would you like to come in? If you don’t mind the mess…and the boxes…” Lara shrugged with a little smile, but stepped aside to let the other woman in. Wanda’s heels clicked across the hardwood floor towards the kitchen, smart skirt and blouse putting Lara’s grimy tee shirt and jeans to shame. She set the casserole dish on the counter and surveyed the mess of half open boxes around the table.

“So, what brings you to Clearwood?” Wanda asked, and Lara shrugged, moving past her to pause the music still blaring.

“Just needed a change,” she replied vaguely. “This seemed like a nice place to settle for awhile.”

“It is so nice, you’re going to love it here. Do you have a boyfriend, or…” Lara looked up, and her neighbor smiled. Thinking it was a rather odd question to ask from the start, she shook her head. “I’m sorry, where are my manners, you probably don’t want to stand around gabbing all day with me.” Wanda laughed, taking Lara’s hand again and smiling in a soft draw of lips against teeth. “You just come on over if you need anything at all,” she said softly. “I’d be happy to help you get settled in.” With that she released Lara and sashayed back to the door, kahramanmaraş escort leaving her blushing hostess to trail after her.

“It was nice to meet you.” Lara finally found her voice. Wanda nodded and gave her another sweet smile before leaving. Shutting the door after her, Lara whistled under her breath and shook her head.

By that evening she finally had most of the essentials unpacked. She was in her room, arranging her closet, when her cell phone rang. It was her best friend Kelly.

“Hey hon, how you settling in?”

“Alright. I don’t know how much coffee and how little sleep I was on when I was packing. The place is a mess…but the neighborhood is nice,” she replied, and decided to take a break. “One of the neighbors came over today and I think she was coming on to me.” She walked outside onto the small balcony attached to her bedroom, leaned against the railing and surveyed the darkened shapes of her back yard.

“She?” Kelly laughed. “Nice! Did you flirt back?” Lara snorted, about to answer when her eyes strayed to the house next to hers. Her mouth went a little slack, and for a minute she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. The master bedroom faced hers, curtains wide open to give a clear view of Wanda riding her husband.

“I’ll call you back Kelly,” she mumbled, hanging up and sticking her cell phone in her pocket absently. For now all that was visible was a wave of blond hair down a smooth bronze back, and the impressive cock she was riding like a pony. Lara flushed, feeling a shiver go straight down her body to her pussy. She knew she should go kastamonu escort inside, but as she gawked Wanda lifted off him and moved down. She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and started sucking her own juice from him. The way she was crouched displayed her round ass and a peek of waxed pussy lips, which were soon parted by two fingers as she played with herself. Lara licked her lips, suddenly aware of how tightly she was gripping the stone railing, and of how tightly her jeans fit between her legs, rubbing uncomfortably against her engorged flesh.

After a moment more Wanda’s husband sat up, positioning her on her knees facing the window. Lara dropped quickly to the ground, pressing her back against the stone wall, heart beating rapidly at nearly being caught.

Curiosity got the best of her, and she rolled onto her knees, peeking up over the edge of the balcony. Wanda’s pretty face was screwed up in a look of primal pleasure, and her moans were carrying faintly to the hidden watcher. She rocked her body back to meet every thrust, breasts bouncing wildly until her lover bent over along her back, grabbing both tits and using them as leverage to fuck her slow and hard. Lara’s hand crept down to the button of her pants, undoing them and sliding inside to the damp cotton of her panties. Part of her was still in shock at what she was doing, but it didn’t stop her from parting her pussy lips and finding the slick nub of her clit. Shifting to a more comfortable position on her knees she went at her pussy with growing eagerness as she watched her neighbor get fucked.

It wasn’t long kayseri escort before they changed positions again. He pulled out, and sat on the edge of the bed with his powerful legs sprawled wide. Wanda knelt on the floor in front of him to one side, licking slowly up his cock before swirling her tongue around his tip and taking him into her mouth. While she was sucking him off she fondled his balls, then moved lower. Lara bit back a gasp, clit jumping as she saw one of Wanda’s slender fingers enter her husband’s ass. He appeared to be enjoying it immensely, dropping back on his elbows, head lolling with an expression of ecstasy. Another finger disappeared inside him, and he dropped a hand on Wanda’s head, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her head down. She opened wide, letting him fuck her mouth.

Lara pressed her mouth against the hand gripping the stone ledge, breathing hard as she rolled her clit quickly between two fingers, working herself towards a hell of an orgasm. Fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head, she glued her gaze to the couple in the bedroom. Wanda was pumping her fingers in and out of her husband’s ass, gagging on his cock, and fingering herself like this was the best sex she’d ever had. Without warning he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up by the hair, seating his cock deep inside her. Each thrust lifted her almost completely off, only to be impaled again in the next second. Lara moaned against her hand, hips rolling and jerking as she came hard. Past her fluttering eyelids she could see Wanda’s husband stiffen, driving into his wife and holding them there.

When she could finally think straight again, Lara looked up, and jumped. Wanda’s husband was in front of the window! Lara ducked low, but couldn’t resist peering above the wall one more time. He was smirking in a satisfied manner as he reached out and closed the window. A minute later the curtains were drawn, and Lara escaped back into her room.

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