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Ch. 8

Kevin one day wandered into Janet’s room, wondering what she kept in her closet. “I wonder if she has Playgirls,” he wondered aloud, thinking that would be really hot if he discovered his step mom enjoyed pictures of nude men.

It would only give him more reason to show off to her, like he did for she and his step sister the other afternoon.

Kevin, however, found something better than Playgirls. He found his step mom’s reading material, and delved right in. He began to read what looked to be a printout from a chat board.

One of the first penises I saw turned out to be the biggest I ever saw.

My crazy aunt Bonnie took me to a nude beach when I was 18.

I should say it was actually clothing optional, as the mixture of people were about 50-50 in terms of nudity and those who chose to wear their bathing suits. My aunt and I were the latter, as she wore a one-piece suit and I wore a baby blue bikini.

I got a kick out of seeing so many boobs on a beach – so many women were topless, many of them running to and fro with their tits swinging every which way.

But what really stole my attention were the naked men – some of them were like ewww, gross, I don’t need to see that guy naked, but some of them were quite nice.

A few had nice six-packs, others nice tight butts. And I was stunned to see so many penises. They were all kind of different looking. One guy who had huge muscles had a rather small one. Other guys walked around with all-out boners. One stuck right out from his body, almost parallel to the beach. Maybe a seagull will use it as a perch, I chuckled to myself.

I was really taking in the scenery when all of a sudden, I heard a man’s voice, and I look up and see this guy saying hello to my aunt. She gave him a hug, and right away my eyes darted down to you know where and I saw that he was indeed nude. And then I almost gasped – the man had an enormous penis. His dick was so big that when he hugged my aunt, it grazed against her lower thigh.

I then had the most embarrassing moment of my life when my aunt introduced me to her special friend, and I could barely keep a straight face, plus I know I must have been blushing quite a bit. He then goes on having a conversation with us, all the while his massive schlong hanging right before my eyes. I kept trying to steal glances at it, and upon doing so I noticed it hung way past his balls and was really thick and heavy.

I would go back and forth between checking out his ample dick, and trying to pretend I was interested in the conversation, simply nodding ‘yeah, uh-hum, right,’ and I couldn’t for the life of me tell you what the two of them were even talking about. I was too engrossed with the giant penis that was just a few feet from me. And there is my aunt, acting so casual – I’m thinking, how the hell does she know this guy?

An uncomfortable silence came – I was quite surprised it didn’t come sooner – and my aunt took liberties by asking the gentleman (Derek, I believe his name was, for the life of me I don’t remember!), “Derek, sweetie, tell Elizabeth here about your dork.”

I didn’t even know what she meant by that at first, and my look of confusion prompted her to say “his penis, you know – his dork,” and I again was dumbfounded, but she explained to me “that’s what the kids called it when I was growing up.” Ha! ‘I am soooo calling everybody a dork from now on,’ I thought to myself. Well, Derek did in fact tell me all about his wonderful “dork,” and that it measured in at a full 10 inches when he was fully erect. “What a whopper!,” I remember saying aloud. Now that all the attention was focused on his dork, I could look without any restraint. I stared and asked him several questions about it, even more personal ones like how much he played with it.

Even my aunt was taken back a bit by my sudden brazenness, but I think it was the sight of his massive member that caused me to be pried out of my sexual shell. My aunt then asked him to “make it dance” for me, and he started by simply twisting his hips back and forth gently, making his dork swing from side to side, to then gyrating his hips in a dance-like fashion, swinging his big dick around in a circle. I clapped and cheered him on as if he was a male stripper, and my aunt could tell I enjoyed the show so she urged him to keep it going. He then made his cock swing up and down, causing it to slap against his tummy in a drum-like fashion. “He’s clapping for us!” my aunt shrieked.

I mockingly tried to clap in unison with his bouncing dork, as my aunt gently slapped the man on his cute butt. After about 20 minutes or so of watching such a splendid display of penis calisthenics, I did in fact need a drink, and this is when it got really interesting. My aunt volunteered to hit the snack stand, which was all the way down at the other end of the beach. The beach wasn’t overly huge, but it was a decent walk. And my aunt wasn’t the fastest walker in the world. So she would be gone for a while. I was a little trabzon escort nervous being alone with Mr. 10 inches.

We decided to just relax on the beach towels for a bit, and as I layed down, Derek simply sat down on the cooler. His penis hung down between his legs, over the edge of the cooler. His dickhead was merely a few inches from touching the blanket for crying out loud. I purposely positioned myself on the towel so I could take in the sight of his wonderful organ – God I was so cheeky.

As I laid out, he told me I had wonderful legs, and before I could thank him he said he particularly liked my big thighs. “That’s what 10 years of swimming will do for you,” I said. I could feel my nipples were now sticking out like crazy, as I just stared at his penis. He noticed my stares, and asked “Do you like it?” I quickly belted out “hell, yeah, it’s amazing!” I then even surprised myself by asking him if I could touch it, and he obliged my sitting down next to me on the blanket.

I kept peering out to see if my aunt was coming back or not – whether she would care or not, I felt weird about touching some guy’s pecker with my mom’s sister right there to watch. But she was nowhere in sight (maybe she was giving me some time alone with him – to this day I don’t know), so I went about fondling his big dork (God that word makes me laugh now every time I say it!). His penis was really heavy, as I went from simply weighing it in my hand to stroking the long thick shaft. It started getting harder and easier to stroke, and as I heard beachgoers walking by our towel, I amused myself by putting up this innocent grin, all the while as I’m stroking off this horse-hung guy I barely know.

Derek would groan from time to time as I played with him, and I would sometimes think he was about to come but then he would go right back to flexing his mighty tool in my hand. I could feel it pulse and throb, and at one point I actually used both hands to pleasure him, stroking him up and down as I could see that big dickhead getting more and more swollen. We now began to gather a mini-audience, some of which cheered stuff like “looks like you got your hands full,” to simply “stroke that cock!” Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I’ll do just that, I thought to myself. I wasn’t exactly thrilled at first by people watching us, but as the moments passed, I kind of enjoyed it.

I kept stroking and stroking this thing, and I was wondering if he was ever gonna come. Not only was the guy hung like a horse – he had the stamina of one! Come on, big fella, come already, I thought to myself. Suddenly a cheer of “show us your tits! Show us your tits!” picked up in the background, and I realized they were for me. They wanted me to take my top off. I had never planned to remove anything that day, but I was willing to do anything to get this guy off. “What do you think, Derek? Should I let my boobs out?” He kind of nodded and drooled at the same time, and without much delay, I let go of his prick, causing it to kind of bob in the air for a few seconds unattended, and I undid the strap on my bikini top and – whalah – my wonderful tits were on display. “Wooohooo!” the crowd rejoiced. Hell yeah, this is what you want to see, I thought.

“You like these?” I asked Derek, echoing the question he asked me about his dick. “They’re amazing,” he said. I went back to stroking his huge cock, this time with more ammunition, as my big hanging tits didn’t give him much of a chance of lasting long. The sun felt so weird on my naked breasts, almost like they yearned for it. Derek, meanwhile, started to moan again, only this time it was for real. As I waited for him to come, I pointed his dick straight up in the air, and I guess too straight, as the first wad of come hit him in the forehead. He shot himself in the face!, I laughed to myself. I chuckled as he continued to come, and I squeezed out every last drop from that wonderful organ. I quickly put my top back on and told the wonderful beach folks the show was over. Derek wiped off his dick and would have gotten dressed – but he was naked to begin with! What a wonderful day.

My aunt soon got back and informed us that she had run into another few of her male friends – all nude I’m sure – and got to chatting. We told her we just talked. I never saw Mr. 10 inches again after that day, but since then I have had many opportunities to play with well-endowed men. I also discovered that that day on the beach was the first “CFNM” experience that I had. I wasn’t familiar with that term back then but have become quite familiar with it since. The clothed female nude male dynamic is one of power and voyeuristic bliss for the female, and believe me I am a fan.

I did in fact remove my top for Mr. Big Boy that day – really out of urgency since I wanted to get him off before my aunt got back – but since then, I have grown to discover I don’t have to take anything off to make a guy come. I guess I am that good. Ha! And that ties in very well with many of tunceli escort the CFNM activities I now take part in.

I hope you enjoyed my tale, God bless.

Poor Kevin hadn’t even lasted through the entire letter – his hand was already drenched in come as he tried to bring himself to another erection. He was in Heaven thinking that his hot step mom actually enjoyed this kind of material.

Just then, the door swung open, and he saw his step mom come in.

“Kevin?! What on earth are you doing?”

Kevin bolted up from the bed, and tried to cover up. His massive erection was too much for even two hands to hide.

“What on earth are you doing?!” Janet repeated in a more angry, shocked tone.

“I was…I was…,” Kevin stammered, trying to think of anything feasible. His enormous penis was drenched in come for heaven’s sake – there was no feasible explanation he could think of.

Janet now put one and one together, looking down at his naked erection, and she could see the shiny white stuff all over the shaft and even some on his stomach.

“Were you…masturbating? In my ROOM?” she shouted, her voice picking up to a frenzied tone. Kevin didn’t know what to do. He was so embarrassed, and frankly, frightened. He feared his step mom’s wrath.

Janet walked hastily over to Kevin and slapped him right across the face. She had never struck him before, and had never struck her daughter either. But she felt her privacy was invaded. She lashed out. For Kevin, all he could feel was pain at the time, but little did he know Janet’s strike would fuel yet another fetish in him – being slapped by beautiful women.

But for now, he was scared and humiliated. Janet scolded him further, and pulled him out of her room and towards his, the way a female authority figure might pull a child by his ear. Only Janet didn’t pull Kevin by his ear. She pulled him by something else.

“Ouuhhh!” Kevin groaned in pain, as his step mom grabbed hold of his erection, and yanked him into the hallway. He had no choice but to follow her command. When they got close to his room, she yanked his penis even harder, and sort of shoved him past the door.

“And don’t come of out there until I tell you!” she shouted. And she slammed the door to keep him in.

Kevin lay there restless on his bed. Would Janet tell his father what happened? He wouldn’t be home for a while, but he still thought about it anxiously.

He had never seen her so upset. Dinner approached, and suddenly Kevin heard a knock at the door.

It was a gentle knock. Maybe Janet had cooled down. Kevin opened the door to find her with a stern look on her face, but she was calm.

“Can I come in?” she asked. Kevin nodded, and now with his clothes back on, he sat down next to his step mom on the bed.

“I’m sorry I got so upset,” the young woman apologized.

“No, I’m sorry for what I did,” Kevin jumped in.

“What…what were you doing in my room? Well…I know what you were doing, but…” Janet asked aloud.

“I…I was looking for an umbrella,” Kevin said, as Janet looked out the window to see it was a perfectly clear day. She didn’t even want to bother to ask. “I went in your closet,” Kevin continued, “and I found a stack of letters. I just…I read one…”

“I saw,” Janet said. “It was still on the bed.”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

“Those were private letters from a friend,” Janet said. “You don’t go in somebody’s closet and start rooting through their stuff!”

“Yes, mam,” Kevin answered, hanging his head. “And for pete’s sake, Kevbo, a lot of boys your age masturbate, but they do it in their own room! You think I wanna walk in to my room and see you in that state of affairs?”

Again, he hung his head in shame. “Yes, mam,” he answered. “I mean no, mam.” She let out a deep sigh.

“Sweetie, I’m gonna give you a little piece of advice that I think all men should hear,” she instructed. He looked up.

She dropped her voice down to a whisper.

“Don’t think with your dick,” she said. “It’ll only get you into trouble.”

It was one of the few times his step mom had dropped the “D” word in front of him, and he savored it. He gently smiled, and nodded.

“Now….that said,” she began. “Oh first of all sweetie, I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked. He shook his head no.

“Oh look at that, there is a huge red hand print on your cheek. I’ll get some ice,” she told him, and left the room. She came back and was very gentle with him, soothing his sore cheek with a bag of ice.

Again, she whispered.

“I didn’t hurt your dick, did I?” she asked. Again, with the “D” word. He loved it.

“No, it’s okay,” he answered. She smirked.

“From what I could see, you already gave it a good beating,” she couldn’t help but remark with a hearty laugh. He was surprised by her candid humor, but laughed right along with her.

“Lemme see, sweetie, pull down your pants so I can make sure everything uşak escort is okay down there,” she told him. “I know how boys are – ‘oh, everything’s fine’ – you don’t want to admit when you’re hurt.”

Kevin hesitated. He enjoyed being nude for his step mom and step sister, and even started walking around the house nude at times, but this was different. He was surprised that Janet was invoking the nudity.

“Come on, pull ’em down,” she instructed.

He got his jeans down, then his boxers, and his semi-erect penis sprang out for inspection.

Janet chuckled with delight.

“Woopsy-daisy,” she said as his member bounced out. She gently took hold of it with the tips of her fingers. She was eyeing it for any sign of irritation. But Kevin wondered if she just wanted to get a good look at it for other reasons. He began to get fully erect, as Janet’s probing hands were in effect giving him a gentle hand job.

“I don’t see anything…wrong with it,” she said as she kept her eyes focused on his tool. He just sat there silently, hoping this moment would last forever.

She now got a little bit more hands-on, and started pulling his erection downward, then would let it spring back up. Like she was checking its springiness.

She did it from all different angles – down to the right, down to the left, straight down…all the way to the left, all the way to the right. The inspection was going way beyond what it called for.

“Boi-oi-oi-oi-oing,” she couldn’t help but joke as she watched his penis act like a jack-in-the-box.

“You’re okay, sweetie – I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you,” she said, crossing her legs and inching closer to him. “I’m sorry I grabbed you by the ding-a-ling. I was just so MAD at you.”

Again he apologized, but she told him there was no need for that anymore.

“From the looks of it you really got a kick out of that letter,” she laughed. “I just…I just thought it was really hot how that girl went to the nude beach and enjoyed looking at all the naked guys,” he answered.

Janet smiled. “You know who that girl is?” she asked. Oh my God, she actually knows her?, Kevin thought to himself. He just shook his head ‘no.”

She smiled again. “That’s my older sister,” she said with pride. “That was something she posted once and then I printed out to show a friend – somehow I guess it got mixed up with the other stuff.”

Her sister?! My God!

“It was the letter about the guy on the beach with the huge dick, right?” she asked casually. “Uh, yeah,” Kevin barely got out.

“Yeah – that was my sister’s recollection of her first time to a nude beach – I was too young to go at the time,” she explained. “And you remember my Aunt Bonnie. She was at our last cookout.”

Kevin probed his memory bank, and suddenly did remember an older, quirky woman that was at the last family barbecue. She did seem to have sort of a wild side to her. She was very attractive, just a bit older than the women Kevin was usually hot for.

“Well anyhow, if you do in fact love my reading material so much, I will lend you some at my discretion – but if you’re gonna play with your peter, for Heaven’s sake do it in the privacy of your own room!,” she yelled.

“Yes, mam,” Kevin agreed. “Okay, now wait here.” Janet got up and went into her room. Kevin was still completely naked from the waist down, his large erection lying against his stomach. Janet came back in and plopped herself down on the bed. The skirt she had on was riding up higher and higher, showing off even more thigh. She crossed her legs.

Kevin’s nudity didn’t phase her. If anything, she enjoyed it. She began combing through the letters to pick out a select few to lend him. “Oh here’s a good one. You’ll get a kick out of this one. Oh, here’s another,” she said, adding one after another to his pile. “What is this?…” She began reading one of the letters.

She now chuckled, then laughed heartily. “What is it?” Kevin asked. She went on reading. Finally, she shared the letter with him.

“Listen to this,” she said, “this one is from a man – it’s off a large penis support group website.”

“My problem is that I have a new job and they make me wear very fit pants,” she began reading, looking over at Kevin then at his erection. “And no matter what I do, I have a large bulge, and the worst thing is – ,” she couldn’t help but giggle, “the worst thing is my DICK always winds up down my pants and looks vulgar.”

Kevin couldn’t believe how much she emphasized the word “dick,” and he was so turned on by her language that he could feel a little precome oozing out of his rod.

“I can no longer wear boxers because it just makes it hang down,” she read on, “and boxer briefs help a little but ultimately my dick keeps on going down my leg. I tried bikini briefs and wearing it to the side, but it looks like I have a hard-on. Please help me with suggestions.”

She slapped the letter down.

“Yeah, I have a suggestion – just go naked,” she joked. “Let the big boy swing free. For Heaven’s sake, that’s what you’ve resorted to – at least in the house.”

Kevin laughed. “I can sympathize with you, sweetie, when I was your age, well, a little younger – when I first got boobs, I walked around nude in the house a lot,” she said.

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Quiet Time at the Park

Erika loved this part of the park because it was so secluded. After her first two visits-solo and searching for a quiet place to picnic and read-she felt secure enough with her privacy to finger her hairy sweet pussy underneath her sundress. It helped that she skipped wearing panties to her picnic.

Warm leaf-dappled sunshine glowed on her brown locks as she pushed two fingers in to massage her G-spot. Reclining in the plush grass, she soaked her curly snatch and pale thighs in clean sweet cum. Stretching out, she took a post-orgasm nap. Such luxury was rare and precious in a crowded city. She visited the site often.

Sometimes Erika finger fucked herself-once even pulling up her dress to her waist and cumming while spread open to the sky. Other times she just passed the time mindlessly fondling and teasing her own heavy large breasts- peeking between loose buttons or spilling over the bodice of her dress- pinching and pulling on her pink nipples while reading a novel or history magazine.

One Tuesday, Erika felt especially horney and free to be daring because Tuesdays were generally slow at the park. She spread open a navy and white quilt urfa escort then neatly slipped out of her red sundress. She wore nothing underneath as several men (and a few women) seemed to realize on the walk through the park to her rendezvous. Slowly, she ran her petite hands over her thighs, hips, ass, and breasts while standing in the soft golden late afternoon light.

Bending forward, she playfully shook her plump ass because it felt so delicious to be nude and wet outdoors. While still bending over, Erika began to work her right hand over her already damp pussy. As she rubbed harder, clear cum started to run down her thighs.

She heard a quiet cough-a polite “hello” type- and looked between her spread legs to see a man watching her. Being too late to pretend modesty, Erika smiled as she stood up and rubbed her cum wet hand over her hard nipples. He slowly approached her island on the quilt. Her curves and frank sexuality drew him close. He was of average height with short blondish hair and warm blue eyes.

As he gently cupped her breasts and sucked on her sticky cummy nipples, Erika unzipped his pants-pushing them to the ground. He stepped out of sivas escort them while fingering her hard pink clitorous. She shivered as she removed his shirt and sucked on his hard nipples buried in a light golden fuzz. Now they were both naked and slipping downwards.

The stranger slowly moved his hungry mouth from her breasts to her torso to her pussy as he pushed her thighs apart and rolled his tongue over her wet slit. Erika bucked her hips in response and he pushed his tongue into her snatch as she ground against his mouth.

Continuing to tongue fuck her, the man slid three strong fingers into her pussy-stretched it a bit-and worked her G-spot as his tongue worked her swollen lips and clit. Erika loudly moaned as she thrust and squirted on his hand and waiting tongue.

Now he got on his knees, held her legs wide, and pushed his hard thick cock balls deep in one stroke. She squeezed her pussy tightly in response which made him moan deeply and begin to rhymically pound her. Her big tits bounced as he worked her over with his dick. Rubbing her swollen pink clit with his thumb as he fucked her hard, the stranger made her squirt again. Sliding out tekirdağ escort of her, he moved up and told her to lick her cum and squirt off of his shaft and dark pink head. Erika ran her tongue all over his hard cock and gently sucked on his balls-caressing them with her tongue inside of her hot wet mouth.

Next, the man pulled out of her mouth. From behind, he spread her big ass and slowly licked her tight ass hole. Slapping his cock against her dripping pussy a few times, he then plunged into her while holding tightly to her soft big tits as she bounced on his hard dick. Watching his cock as it disappeared between her fat lips and pale ass cheeks inspired the stranger to lick his thumb and slowly push it into her tight asshole as he kept making her cum with his cock. Erika writhed and slowly pushed to accept his thumb in her hot ass. Moaning with each thrust, he fucked her hard in the waning daylight until he pulled her all the way down on his throbbing shaft and filled her slit with his cum as she tightened her pussy to clench his spasming rod.

After his still hard dick finished shooting milky cum into her, they slowly got dressed in the twilight as he complimented her amazing body and his own amazing luck at having such hot sex with a fucking hot lady in the park. Erika folded up her quilt, kissed him deeply with the taste of her cum still on both of them, and went home smelling like grass, cum, and thoughts of what the next trip to the park might bring.

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Sally and I had been walking along the mall of our main shopping center just looking in the shops and laughingly talking about what we would buy if we had the money! Sally and I were pals from way back when we went to school together. My name is Amy and we are both 22 years old. We both believe we are good looking and at times we could be taken for twins! We are both the same height and weight, we have trim figures with large but shapely breasts and our waists and hips seem to be just the right size for our height. We go everywhere together and never seem to be far apart. We both work in the same dress shop boutique and are now on our holidays a long way from home. This is our first holiday together when we have taken it upon ourselves to travel across the continent and stay at a resort. Nothing terribly exciting has happened to us so far but this is only our 3rd day of 21.

Because the weather is so warm here we have dressed in very casual clothes. We are both wearing short mini-skirts and halter tops. We haven’t been wearing bras since we left home and we are both wearing very small thong panties which don’t seem to be hiding much. Our halters too are very small and only just cover our breasts. We think we make a cute couple of girls.

After strolling along the malls for about 1/2 an hour we decided to buy a cup of coffee. While we were seated and enjoying the best coffee we had tasted yet, we noticed a middle aged couple sitting at a table near ours. They smiled over at us a couple of times and we just smiled back – we guessed the locals are friendly.

Before we had finished our coffees the woman, who was about 35 – 40, stood up and then came over to our table. She introduced herself as Sally and before she could say anything more we both burst out laughing! She wondered what had happened but we quickly told her about our Sally and she joined in. She told us she was a talent scout for a photographic modeling agency and had noticed us sitting at the table. She asked us if we would be interested in photographic modeling as we seemed to have the fresh young look about us they were looking for! We giggled between ourselves and then told her we would like to hear what she had to say. She called her husband, John, over and he joined us at the table. They ordered fresh coffee all round and we settled in for a conversation about models and modeling.

Sally told us the agency was looking out for girls just like us to pose for photographs which would depict the young fashion look which they were trying to promote. She said all costs of makeup and the clothes would be supplied free and we would be paid appropriate fees for the photographs. She and John asked a lot of questions about us and where we had come from. They seemed quite excited when we told them we were from the other side of the country and were enjoying our holiday here. They told us the photographic studio was in another part of this huge shopping complex and they would be happy to show us around and we could decide if we would be interested in modeling. We jumped at the offer as we had nothing planned for today anyway and at least these two people seemed to be very friendly.

After finishing our coffee we walked together for quite some distance through the various malls until we came to an impressive shop which proclaimed across the front, “Fantasy Photography” and they took us inside. There were a number of people in this large studio and the premises were much larger than they seemed from the front. In fact, the shop extended into 4 quite reasonably sized studios – each quite separate from the others. There were several very pretty girls being made up and dressed while we were inspecting the premises and the staff seemed to be willing to stop and talk to us.

We began to feel important, particularly when one of the photographers stopped what he was doing to move over to us and, by holding our chins in his hands, he moved our faces around until he was satisfied with the pose. He then told us we had just the qualities he was looking for! Sal and John (we will call her Sal to avoid confusion with our Sally) then took us into an office and explained what was entailed in the photographic contract we would be required to sign and how much we would be paid for our services. We were both very surprised when we learned we could earn enough in one week of modeling to pay for our entire holiday here. We read the contracts by skimming over the 6 pages quickly and then signed the papers.

Sal told us we could start working straight away if we wanted to – she would go and talk to the main photographer and see if he could fit us in right away. It was early in the day, around 10am, and we were already going to be earning money for just a few photographs. When Sal returned she told us the photographer would be available in about 1/2 an hour and we should go into the makeup room where we would be prepared for the photo shoot. Sally and I grinned to ourselves and followed John to a room right at the back of the building where two women were standing by with their makeup kits spread out on tables. The two women motioned us to the chairs nearby and told John they would take us to the photographer rize escort as soon as we were ready.

The women began by applying makeup to our faces and adding coloring to our cheeks and bright lipsticks to our lips and soon we were able to see ourselves in the mirrors and couldn’t believe just how much the makeup had improved the appearance of our faces. The women then began to apply makeup down our necks and on our bare shoulders working around our halters. They then moved behind us and undid the halters which dropped into our laps. The women just grinned at our surprise and told us the coloring had to be complete down over our breasts so that when the clothes we would be wearing are in place, no changes in skin color would be showing.

We accepted this and the women continued to make up our breasts right down to the nipples! I protested and asked how could the photographs be showing our nipples, but the makeup lady simply told us not to worry and all would be revealed soon. She continued to make up my entire breasts right down to the bottom! When they were finished with our upper bodies, they began on our legs! They applied a special sort of makeup on our legs beginning at our ankles and feet and working up until they had to lift our mini-skirts so they could apply the makeup to our thighs. I told her that was high enough and to stop there! She smiled and said O.K.

Sally had been made up exactly the same as myself and, although she had not protested, she seemed glad when the women making her up stopped! We were wearing only our mini-skirts and thong panties when we were taken into the next room which was full of clothing of every description. Here a prancing little man who seemed to be very effeminate began selecting clothing for us to wear! He chose very thin blouses of many colors and styles and also a couple of mini-skirts which were very much shorter than those we were wearing. He proceeded to dress us up and although we weren’t too thrilled at being handled by this strange man, he didn’t do anything offensive and soon we were dressed to his satisfaction. When I looked at Sally I could see her breasts clearly through the very thin blouse and, although we had kept our thong panties on, they could easily be seen if we bent over even slightly. Before we could protest the clothes were too revealing we were taken into the large studio and introduced properly to the photographer. His name was George and he seemed to be really confident in what he was doing and saying.

George moved us over to the pretty couch which was in front of hanging rolls of colored cloths which were obviously the backdrops for the photographs. He posed us side by side and facing towards the camera. At first he took photographs only of our faces and kept telling us we were just what he was looking for as models. After several more photographs close up, he moved his equipment back and rearranged the lighting and then took photographs which were from the waist up. Although we knew our breasts would be visible through the blouses we didn’t object and he took more photographs.

George then rearranged us on the couch and at the same time undid most of the buttons on our blouses and pulled the edges apart. This exposed much of the areas between our breasts although not too much was exposed. He took more photographs and then got us to lean towards each other. We were comfortable with these poses but at the last minute George came over and undid a couple more buttons and pulled our blouses apart further until one complete breast was exposed on each of us. Before we could stop him he moved back to his camera and began taking more shots of us.

Sally and I looked at each other and suddenly felt perhaps we shouldn’t have allowed these shots to be taken but George quickly allayed our protests by telling us this was just what he wanted and we would continue before the mood was broken. He then pulled our blouses out of our waistbands and pulled them wide open so that our entire breasts were visible and quickly took more photographs. Again we thought we should have protested but just as quickly as before, George moved over to us again and removed our blouses altogether! We were naked from the waist up and just sitting there on the couch. George called for the makeup ladies to come in and they quickly began to make up the exposed skin between our mini-skirts and where they had finished the makeup before – just under our breasts. Somehow we allowed this to happen and as soon as they were finished, George took more photographs.

We were then asked to stand and place one leg each on the couch. George then moved over and pulled our minis up and arranged them so that they showed our panties between our legs. For some reason we just accepted this and George quickly took more photographs.

Next we saw Sal and John move over near us and, when George gave the word, they quickly stepped up to us and removed our minis altogether. We were left standing there with one leg each on the couch but just wearing our thong panties and nothing else except the high heeled shoes which we had been given to wear earlier. George quickly took more photographs before we sakarya escort fully realized what was happening. I looked at Sally’s crotch and saw that the thong panties were so small that some of the hairs on her pussy had sneaked around the edges of the panties. Both Sally and I have very black pubic hair and we both have quite bushy areas. Quickly I looked down at my own front only to see I too had hairs sticking out of my panties. Sal and John saw what we were looking at and came over and they began tucking the stray hairs into our panties. I got a very strange feeling as John was pulling out my thong and brushing the hairs back behind the very small band of cloth. When he thought he was finished I glanced over at Sally to see Sal was doing the same for her. George quickly took more photographs before once again complimenting us on how we looked. He kept telling us we were just what he was looking for.

The next incident happened so quickly neither Sally nor myself had time to react. Almost with split second timing, John and Sal moved over to us, slipped their thumbs in the tops of our thong panties, and pulled down our panties until they were at our feet! Within seconds the makeup ladies had moved in and made up our bodies between where the tops of our minis had been and where they had stopped at the tops of our legs. Suddenly we were totally naked in front of everyone, made up and ready to have pictures taken before we even had a chance to protest. George quickly took more photographs and it was over! In stunned amazement we still had one leg each on the couch and this had exposed not only our pubic hair but also the lips of our cunts below. Before we could grab any clothes to cover ourselves, Sal and John moved in and sat us down on the couch, spread our legs widely so that my right leg was draped over Sally’s left leg and we were totally exposed once again for the camera. George took more photographs.

Alarmed at what was happening I stood up and told John we wouldn’t do any more of his rude posing and that was that. John calmly told us we had signed our contracts which required us to have as many naked photographs taken of us as they wanted. We felt trapped and realized we had been tricked into signing the contracts.

Naturally we wanted to know what they intended doing with us now that they had us naked and had taken pictures of us too. George just grinned and said it would be up to John and Sal to tell us what to do next. We turned to them and raised our eyebrows and in reply John said, “We take lots of photographs of pretty young girls like yourselves which we sell to magazines which are published in other countries. You needn’t worry at all – you will never find any of your pictures in this country because it would be too dangerous for us!” Sal then told us she had been doing this sort of thing for years and had never had any complaints. She went on to tell us lots of girls make plenty of money doing this sort of thing. She was sure we would be very happy when we saw what they wanted us to do and then see how much money we could earn in just a very short time.

We wanted to know more about what type of photographs would be taken and Sal told us it would be mostly nude shots with our cunts wide open. She also told us we could move into the hardcore section if we wanted, particularly when we saw what we could earn doing that sort of work, however that choice would be ours. We felt rather silly sitting on their couch completely naked except for our shoes!

George was patiently standing around waiting for the preliminaries to be completed and then he would take more photographs of us! We looked at each other and simply grinned and said we were ready. Sal congratulated us on accepting so readily and then shook both of our hands. She said they were ready and the first shoot would take about 1/2 an hour and then we could make some decisions after that!

At first it seemed terrible for us to be sitting on the couch with our legs spread so widely that they almost hurt and for George to be moving in very close so he could photograph all the details of our bodies. Strangely enough, after a couple of minutes we became more comfortable and didn’t mind it when George handled our bodies getting us in to position. We could see ourselves in several very large mirrors which we hanging on the walls and we were rather pleased at the way we looked. The makeup ladies came in several times and dusted our bodies or added a little bit of coloring when asked by George and we loved the attention. We were both surprised when the ladies grasped our nipples and squeezed them hard. They then proceeded to paint our nipples with some red color which really made them stand out against our bodies. We both were blessed with large elongated nipples which resembled bright red cigarette butts – that was the shape they were! We were both very proud of our nipples and they had always been the center of attention when we were at home.

Lots more poses were set up so that we were caressing each others breasts and after a while we had shots taken of us sucking the others nipples. This was a great turn on and we were interested samsun escort to see that we couldn’t suck off any of the color on our nipples. It certainly must be an indelible coloring! Later still we were asked to finger each others cunts and, although we were very used to doing this, it was a bit embarrassing for us to do it in front of other people. Nevertheless we did it as asked and found we were enjoying having our photographs taken.

George called for a rest break and we all relaxed. It was at this stage that John came over to us and thanked us for working so well with George and the rest of the team and then asked if we would like to proceed to the next level. We asked what this was and so John began, “The first question I have to ask you is – Are you still virgins?” We both burst our laughing and told him that was a long time ago. Both Sally and I have had lots and lots of sex. Many times we would be in the same room and would be fucked by two men and, after cumming, we would sometimes swap over and fuck the other man! No, we certainly weren’t virgins! He then continued, “The next level consists of having photographs taken with you and some men! This level doesn’t include any actual sexual intercourse but you would be required to handle men’s cocks! How would you feel about that?” We were still a bit unsure so we asked if we could see some pictures of what we would be required to do! George produced a handful of photographs which showed pretty girls holding men’s cocks, some showed the men holding their breasts and sucking their nipples and others showed men playing with the girl’s cunts and the last showed a girl sucking a man’s cock! We weren’t too sure about the last photograph but George suggested to John and Sal that they should take us to studio 2 where some photographs were being taken right now! Wow, we were actually going to watch other girls being photographed with men!

When we entered the studio we found 4 girls, all naked, posing in various positions with one or two men standing or lying alongside them and each of the girls was holding or playing with the men’s cocks. It was a great turn on and I became very excited and wet. I was sure Sally was exactly the same! The photographers were snapping pictures of each of the girls and men and they shifted their poses often making sure the picture looked sexy before it was shot. We watched for about 1/4 hour and were very hot by this time. We were about to leave that studio when one of the girls began sucking her man’s cock deeply into her mouth. It was very strange watching the system of taking the pictures – it was almost a stop-go sort of thing – as the girl had to suck the cock then stop while the photo was taken and then resume sucking until another photo was ready to be taken.

The girl sucked for quite a while on this man’s cock and lots of photos were taken. The man then began to groan and the two photographers moved in quickly and began taking shots very rapidly. This was because the man was about to cum in the girl’s mouth! The first shot of cum went straight into her mouth and she kept her mouth open so that as each ejection of cum entered her mouth it could be seen by the camera lens! When the man had finished the girl had lots of photos taken of her swallowing the cum and licking her lips. It was a very erotic sight and both Sally and I were turned on! The photographing continued once the cum scene was finished and John and Sal suggested we move to a different studio to see more of what was happening.

This new studio was much raunchier because here we saw several girls being fucked by big men and one of the men was a huge black man with an enormous cock which stuck out from his body obscenely! The photographs were all still photos – no video films although John explained those were done in another studio away from this site. We asked John and Sal if we could have a moment to discuss all of this privately and so they left us alone. We felt quite relaxed even though we were still both completely naked except for our shoes. There were lots of other girls walking around completely naked too so we didn’t feel so out of place. It didn’t take us long to decide we would be happy to continue with the tame shots. We would also like to try out for the scenes with the men but at this stage we wouldn’t like to participate with the sex acts although we would like to keep our options open.

When we told John and Sal they were delighted and suggested we start straight away because we already had our body makeup on and that would save having to do it again at the next session. We moved back into studio 3 and our first series of photographs would now be taken! Phil was the photographer and he had a couple of assistants who were constantly moving our bodies about when instructed by Phil – he certainly seemed to know what he was doing! Some of the shots taken were really pornographic because we would be moved so that our legs would be spread widely and then Phil would move in and snap our open pussies. Sometimes he would ask us to place our fingers in our cunts and play with ourselves and later with each other and we enjoyed doing this. After 1/2 an hour we broke for a spell and this allowed Phil’s assistants to reload his cameras and change the scene. Basically the scenes were simply naked girls in different poses showing as much tit and pussy as possible and generally providing erotic photographs which would stimulate the viewer in a magazine somewhere in the world.

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“Classically trained pianist Kimberly Sterling has made her mark as a highly regarded cabaret and pop songstress, entertaining audiences in both concert and nightclub settings throughout North America. Reviewers have noted that ‘the lithesome, dark-haired performer exudes elegance and sophistication in her interpretations of songs from contemporary artists as well as the great American songbook.’ Recently returned from extensive touring, she appears on a regular basis at a number of venues in the greater metropolitan area.”

My manager, Brian Scott, had asked me to read through this brief bio last summer and make some updates in it. So, it’s probably a good place to begin this story. You see, looking the blurb over, I realized it had been almost eighteen months since I had performed anywhere outside of a 100-mile radius, and in fact even the gigs nearby were getting fewer. And at 29 years old, that’s not where you want to be in your career.

Thumbing through a few recent clippings in my scrapbook, the only additional quote I could come up with was a brief mention in a local weekly that referred to my song stylings as “sexy and alluring,” so I sent that to Brian along with the comment that the reviewer was a college student who interviewed me briefly before the show and spent most of the time staring at my tits. Of course that wasn’t the first time that’s happened. I’m 5′ 7″ tall, weigh 131 pounds, and have what could be described as an hourglass figure, 36-26-34. That means I’ve gotten used to being looked at a certain way by some club managers, other musicians, oh, and of course, my audience.

But not Brian. He’s been my agent for over five years and he’s really helped me grow as a cabaret and concert performer. He’s encouraged me to get additional voice lessons and take dance classes to make me more comfortable moving on stage. And through it all, he has been my greatest supporter.

An old-school manager with long-standing ties to the smaller clubs and local concert halls, he’s found work for me as a solo performer in cabarets and hotel bars as well as putting me together with combos or larger groups to play mid-sized auditoriums and the occasional concert hall. He even briefly had me on tour opening for a major national act. He knows how to sell my looks and youth to the bookers and club owners while managing most of the time to hide that from me. Of course, as a struggling artist, I want to be appreciated solely for my talent, but I’ve come to understood that being an attractive woman with a good figure is an asset, not a liability.

A fateful meeting

The request from Brian to update my biography had come in advance of a meeting that he had suggested. It had been almost a year since we’d seen each other in person and he thought it would be a good idea to talk. In a moment of panic, I thought that he was going to drop me as a client, so I asked him straight out if I was in trouble.

“Not at all.” He responded. “Just thought we should get together to go over the pictures from your photo shoot last week. Plus there are a few other things I’ve been meaning to run by you. Does 11:00 on Thursday work for you?”

“A little early for a musician,” I wrote back, feeling relieved. “But for you, anything.”

When I arrived at his office later in the week, we exchanged a few pleasantries, with Brian asking about the health of my parents while I congratulated him on his daughter’s recent graduation from college. But then he quickly directed me to a table in an adjoining room where we could get right down to work. I could see that he had already spread out a number of the pictures from the recent session he had commissioned for me.

I was eager to show that I was open to any ideas he wanted to discuss. So when Brian began by thanking me for spending the time with the photographer despite my initial reluctance, I jumped right in with an apology.

“I just want to say,” I offered, “that I know I was a pain about doing the photo shoot, but you were right.” Pointing to some of the pictures, I said, “The session was great and I definitely like the results. I understand how important it is to get some new material on my website and Facebook page and I hope these will get a little more attention.”

“I think they will, Kim,” he responded, seemingly encouraged by my attitude and openness. “I’ll also be including those pictures in the standard back-up material we send out with any press release for your appearances. With these new shots, there’s a greater chance some of them will end up in a paper or online.” He then continued, “These five I think should all be on your website and part of our press kit,” he said, pushing the pictures forward.

They, of course, included the ones that I had found particularly embarrassing – I was posing in an elegant and revealing backless gown that was on loan to the photographer, who had persuaded me to try it on. Two of the shots were taken from behind, and the oval opening went mersin escort all the way down to the small of my back. “You know you can almost see my butt crack in that one,” I said, pointing to the first picture Brian had pushed forward.

“Almost, but not quite,” said Brian, “and that’s exactly what we should be after. Sexy and sophisticated,” he continued, sliding the next two in front of me.

For those, I had worn a black dress that was much shorter than anything I wore when performing, and the photographer had posed me on a bench facing the camera with a piano behind me. My legs were stretched out in front of me, with two thirds of my thighs on display. The scoop neckline showed more cleavage than I was usually willing to reveal.

“Both of those, I suppose,” I added, realizing I had lost the battle before it had even begun.

Brian nodded, and we both said in unison “sexy and sophisticated,” with a bit of a laugh.

“Bottom line,” he said, “I’ve been letting you down, Kim. Your bookings have been slipping, and I should have had this conversation with you a long time ago.”

The bluntness of his statement took me a bit by surprise. It’s not that I hadn’t noticed my declining income over the last year; in fact, I had concluded that I was doing something wrong – either not adjusting my repertoire to match the shifting tastes of the public or somehow slipping in my performance. So I was grateful for the opportunity to share these concerns with him and to signal that I was open to considering anything that could be done to get me more work.

“For starters,” he said, launching into what I quickly realized was a well-rehearsed speech, “we need to change your image, your stage persona, if you will. I’d also like to broaden your song choices, but first we should rethink the story you tell about yourself in your performances.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” was my immediate reply.

“Think of all the great song stylists – Tony Bennett, Frank Sinatra, even Lady Gaga. When people hear them in concert, they come away feeling that they know something about them and their lives. We can tell what’s important to Lady Gaga, her political beliefs and her empathy for people. Fans were convinced that Frank Sinatra lived like a playboy but at the same time he was no stranger to heartache and loneliness. In the course of an evening, we want the audience to learn more about you.”

“And how do we do that?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“We start with a deeper dive into your training. You should add one or two short classical pieces to the start of each show to let the audience see what you can do. We then run through some of your current repertoire but we open it up at the end. Let your hair down a bit, maybe show a little sexier side to yourself.”

“So, a good girl gone bad story?” I asked, feeling skeptical about the idea.

“No, that’s not you. But I do think you are a performer who’s reached the stage in life where you’re ready to explore new things and to push your boundaries, and in doing so, maybe reveal more of yourself than you’ve been doing.”

I knew he had chosen his words deliberately. “And just how do I reveal more of myself, Brian? Song choice? Arrangements? The way I dress?”

He pulled the photos together, stacked them neatly and slid them in an envelope. Then he opened his desk draw and pulled out one more shot.

“Honestly, all of the above.” He slid the single picture toward me, adding, “I don’t think you realized the photographer snapped this one. She took it while you were putting on the backless dress.”

I definitely did not know she had taken that picture, but I certainly recalled the moment. The front straps of the dress wrapped behind my neck, and I had been struggling to get them tied properly. This picture was taken when I had undone the straps and the front was hanging down almost to my waist. From that angle, you could only see a hint of sideboob, but it was clear that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Some expression on my face must have signaled my confusion because Brian immediately explained the situation. “And no, the photographer did not submit this as part of the portfolio we commissioned. But I was looking for a few candid moments so I asked to see the entire digital file from the session. There were several that popped out, but I think this is the one that works best for us now.”

“Meaning,” I asked, “there were other more revealing shots?” I asked.

“There are a few where more of your breasts are visible,” he offered, “but I don’t think that’s what we’re after right now.”

“I know,” I said, metaphorically throwing in the towel, “we want sexy and sophisticated.”

“And one final thing,” he said, pushing back a bit from the table as if to signal the serious business part of our gathering was coming to an end, “I’d like you to become a more regular user of social media.” It was hard to argue against that, so I nodded muğla escort my head in agreement.

“I have a guy Mark who does most of our technology stuff, and he’s already redesigning your website to include a chat feature. Your fans can post comments, ask you questions, that sort of thing. And anything you write will automatically push out to Instagram. He’s agreed to get it up and running, then keep an eye on it by acting as administrator and block anyone who posts inappropriate stuff.”

So, that was how it all began. We went out and celebrated with a nice lunch, and over the next few weeks I worked up a bunch of new songs and started to incorporate them into my set lists. Also, thanks to a couple of new bookings, Brian was able to come up with the money to buy some new outfits for me. And I became a regular user of social media.

My fans

I hadn’t expected an immediate reaction to the photos we posted online, so I was surprised, and I guess secretly pleased, to see hundreds of new followers joining my site in just a few days. And, I noticed, some of the pictures – particularly the one with a bit of sideboob – were getting a lot of “likes.”

It took a little longer for the chat feature to catch on, but within a few weeks, a dozen or more posts were appearing each day. Some asked for details about upcoming appearances, some were limited to brief but positive comments about my shows or CDs, and every now and then someone asked a more personal question.

Meanwhile, I continued working on some new songs and performing them for audiences. With the increased bookings, I was now doing four and sometimes five shows a week. And the new wardrobe budget allowed me to pick out several new outfits, including a dark green dress with a slit that went almost halfway up my thigh – definitely daring for me. I’d occasionally wear that for a show, or a fairly slinky red dress that I’d purchased, and as far as I could tell, my audience approved of my fashion choices. And I, too, was starting to get comfortable with this new image.

My wardrobe was also attracting some comments on the website, presumably from followers who had been to my recent shows. One person in particular had posted several messages about my clothes, which I basically ignored. But then one morning I noticed the following post: “Love those gorgeous dresses, Kim. Just curious, are your undergarments equally elegant?”

My first thought was to delete it (Mark had shown me how to do that), but then my curiosity got the better of me. After all, it was complimentary in a way, and the wording managed to avoid being overly creepy. Who knows, maybe I just responded favorably to the word “elegant.” So, I tried to decide what the “sexy, sophisticated Kim” would say and post that as a response.

“I think any girl wearing a beautiful dress wants to wear something equally sexy underneath. Makes us feel special.” I took a few seconds to read what I typed and then hit return to post it.

My instincts proved right. When I checked back later in the day my reply had led to a string of supporting comments, including a lot from other women agreeing with the sentiment I had expressed. There was also a brief “thank you for answering” response from the fan.

I didn’t really give the topic any more thought, but the next week I had one of my regular gigs, a Thursday night appearance at a small downtown club. I typically did two 45-minute sets, one starting at 9:00 and the second around 10:15. I had decided to wear one of my new outfits, a short black dress similar to the mini dress I had worn in some of the photos.

Throughout the first set I was extremely mindful of how I sat at the piano, taking great care to tug down the skirt between numbers and to keep my legs together as I pivoted to stand. But by the second set I had grown a little careless. Without my usual long dress on, I was able to move my legs more easily as I controlled the pedals on the piano, and I stopped worrying about how much of my thighs were exposed.

One of the numbers I had added to my second set was “Anything Goes,” a song that has a humorous and sexy quality to it. That night, it got a particularly warm round of applause, louder and more sustained than usual. As I turned to my right to stand up and acknowledge the clapping, I caught my left heel on one of the legs of the bench, which had the effect of pulling my legs apart a bit. Looking down, I realized my dress had ridden most of the way up my thighs, and with my legs now spread, I was giving the audience quite the panty flash.

It was probably a full five seconds or more before I could get my heel untangled and stand up. I think I blushed a bit (fortunately with my complexion, I don’t show it as readily as some girls do), so I acknowledged the cheers and sat down, finishing up my set to another round of sustained applause.

I didn’t think about it again until two days later when I saw a reference on nevşehir escort my website to the older thread about my undergarments and a new comment that read, “Kim was definitely telling the truth.”

It took me a minute to make the connection, but some of the responses over the next half hour made it clear that the newest entry had come from someone who had been at the Thursday night show. And it didn’t take long for the poster who had originally asked about my choice in undergarments to chime in with the comment, “Not that I don’t trust you, but I’d love to see some proof.”

Six weeks earlier, I’m certain I would have deleted the entire thread. But now I had begun to think differently about the way I interacted with the audience, both on stage and off, and I found myself eagerly awaiting the original poster’s response. “What is going on with me?” I wondered as I sat there impatiently waiting to see the next comment. Brian had encouraged me to develop this “sexy and elegant” stage persona that he felt would sell better. But I could now see these changes spilling over into my “off stage” life as well. And I had to admit that I was intrigued by the way my audience was reacting to the “new” me.

Suddenly, a response appeared, and this one included a picture. Apparently taken with a cell phone, the photographer had zoomed in on my spread legs. The tops of my black lace thigh high stockings were visible against the pale skin of my upper thighs, but the rest was more or less in shadows. There may have been a bit of shiny fabric visible at the juncture of my thighs, which I knew was consistent with the black silk panties I had worn that night. But honestly, you really had to use your imagination to be convinced you could see my anything.

“Not sure that’s conclusive proof but very nice nonetheless. Thanks,” the original poster replied.

A few minutes went by and someone else wrote, “Waiting for Kim to weigh in on this matter of life and death.”

That quickly got a bunch of thumbs up, so almost against my better judgment, I started typing, “Looks like you can see the tops of thigh highs I wore the other night. The rest I leave to your imagination.” I knew I shouldn’t, but before I could reconsider, I hit “return” and posted the message.

So, now I had opened up a discussion about my underwear with my fans. But apparently none of my followers objected, and my reply got a number of “likes” along with additional favorable comments.

“Just let us know when the next show is, Kim,” one fellow posted, and before thinking about the possible meaning of the word “show,” I responded, “Next Thursday as usual.”

Comments continued to get posted over the next few days but I decided not to reply to any. I didn’t want to encourage the idea that I was going to deliberately flash my panties again but honestly, I liked the attention. At the same, I now knew that’s what some of my fans wanted, and I found it exciting to realize that people were going to show up at next week’s show hoping to catch a glimpse. And that’s more or less what happened.

My first strip

The next Thursday, I arrived for the sound check around 8:15 and there was already a crowd lining up to get tables near the stage. For the first set, every seat was taken, even though I performed my standard set wearing a somewhat conservative dress. But when I returned for the second set I had changed into the short black dress I had worn the week before. I was greeted by a warm round of applause that seemed to signal that my audience recognized – and approved of – my choice of outfits.

However, it wasn’t quite the same set of clothes I had worn the previous week. After the exchange of messages on my website, I had done a little shopping and came up with some very elegant lingerie – a black strapless bodysuit that could replace my usual undergarments but still look terrific with the black lace stockings. Made of nylon with a cutout in the back, it looked like a one piece bathing suit from the front but revealed the amount of skin in the back that you’d normally display when wearing bra and panties. The underwire cups gave a bit of padding to support my 34 B-cup breasts and emphasized my cleavage while the back provided bikini-style coverage of my butt. However, as the second set began, all of this was concealed from my fans.

I took great care every time I moved or got up from the bench to make sure I didn’t reveal too much. And as I neared the end of the 45 minutes, I sensed the crowd was getting restless. I had decided to close with a different number, “Put the Blame on Mame.” After standing up to announce it, and to thank them for being such a good audience, I made sure to pull my dress high up on my legs as I sat back down at the piano.

Over the course of the song, I managed to inch the fabric higher and higher, until the tops of my thigh high stockings could be seen by the crowd. When I finished playing, I turned on the bench to face them and, with an exaggerated movement of my head, glanced down at my exposed legs and then back up with a look of surprise. As I stood up to acknowledge the applause, I shrugged my shoulders with a smile. Blowing the audience a kiss, I then kept my hand raised to wave good bye as I left the stage.

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This is the final chapter in this series that I had drafted before I started submitting installments. There is one more chapter to go, but it may take a while. Meanwhile, enjoy!

Chapter 8.

After a relaxed morning the following day – a Sunday – the four of us reconvened at the Teeny Bikini with Kostas and Lara. Kostas had spread the proofs from our photo shoot on the counter. I must say Tracy and I looked damned good. It was quite a turn-on to see ourselves naked and coupling on the sheets of paper. Inevitable, my cock started to tent the front of my lightweight shorts (all I was wearing other than sandals). I glanced over at Tracy and noted her taut nipples under her sheer tank top. She wore an odd smile.

“They’re beautiful,” she said at last. “I can’t believe its us.”

“You shouldn’t be surprised,” I said, kissing her on a bare shoulder “you’re always beautiful.”

Mika, who had been chatting in Greek with Kostas, interrupted out reverie.

“Those copies are for you,” she said. “We all agree that you are wonderful models. Would you like to do some more?”

“Sure!” we both exclaimed.

“This would involve working with other people – mostly Nick and me – are you OK with that?”

We laughed. “After last night, I don’t think that’s an issue,” said Tracy.

“Great!” Mika replied. “You are here for another week or so, right?” We nodded. “Well, I think we can keep you busy and happy,” she grinned.

Busy we were indeed. In fact, the week turned into quite a sexual marathon. Kostas was looking for a much variety as possible, so that he could string out publication of the pictorials over several months. On the first morning, Nick and I did a boy-girl-boy scene with Mika. I had kütahya escort never been that “up close and personal” with another guy before, but I must say that the feeling of our cocks rubbing together as she stuffed both of them into her mouth was quite erotic. That scene, which was shot on a sailboat Kostas had borrowed for the occasion, included my first participation in a double-penetration (Nick fucked Mika’s ass, while I busied myself in her pussy), and ended with our cum dribbling off of those magnificent breasts. For the afternoon, Tracy and Mika performed a wonderful girl-girl scene on the rolling deck.

The next day, it was Tracy’s turn to take on Nick and me. Tracy and I had experimented with anal sex, but found that, while it was enjoyable enough, it was something both of us could take or leave. Double-penetration was another matter. With Tracy on top of Nick as they fucked, I slid into her well-lubricated ass from behind, and she absolutely exploded in orgasm. The final image from that shoot shows a fully satisfied Tracy grinning from ear to ear, with a cock in each hand, and Nick’s and my jism dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Other shoots (pardon the pun) that week included simple boy-girl scenes for Tracy with Nick, and me with Mika and girl-boy-girl scenes for each of Nick and me with both women. All too soon, it was time for us to head back to the real world. As our departure approached, Kostas asked what we would like to do for one last shoot. Tracy didn’t hesitate, she found the magazine with Mika’s gang-bang scene, pointed to it, and said “this, only with five guys.”

I was floored. Two weeks before Tracy had arrived on Skopelos unwilling manisa escort even to wear a bikini in public. Now, she wanted to have sex with multiple men – three of whom, necessarily, would be strangers – on film. She saw my surprised expression.

“Are you OK with that?”

I smiled, “as long as I’m one of the lucky five, it sounds like fun.”

“Why five?” asked Mika.

“Simple,” replied Tracy, “one for my pussy, one for my ass, one for my mouth and one for each hand.”

“Mmmmm, I’m sorry I didn’t think of that … Maybe Kostas will let me try another time.”

She translated all of this for Kostas, who smiled and indicated that he could make the arrangements. The next morning found us gathering on the porch of a borrowed villa. When we got there, Tracy went into a separate room for Lara to do her makeup, and Nick did his best to introduce me to the three other men – none of whom spoke much English. Two of them were the other guys from Mika’s shoot, and the third was a huge Slavic body-builder type, who, I was given to understand, had worked for Kostas before.

The basic setup was that the five of us were repairing a broken wall on the porch, and that Tracy would offer us some water, and then seduce us. Mika instructed all of us to strip off our shirts and do some calisthenics to work up a sweat. We then pretended to be working on the wall when Tracy walked onto the porch wearing a light cotton peasant dress and carrying a pitcher of water. She poured some of the cool liquid into each of our mouths, making sure that some splashed onto our chests. When she got to me, she whispered, “This is so cool, I’m about to have sex with three guys I’ve never met, and who I can’t mardin escort even talk to. Thank you so much for this!”

“I love you,” I replied.

“And I you.”

With that and a radiant smile, she moved on to
”Alex,” the big Slav. As instructed by Kostas, Alex took the pitcher and poured some into Tracy’s mouth. He then “accidentally” spilled most of the vessel’s contents down her front – an act that quickly rendered her dress transparent. After pretending shock (and the water really was cold), Tracy peeled the long dress over her head to reveal her tanned, toned, body. She sashayed back over to Alex, and stared into his eyes as she unbuckled his pants and, squatting in front of him, pulled them down. Now, I am well endowed, but this guy was huge. Her hand barely covered a fourth of Alex’s length as she started to stroke his quickly-rising cock.

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled up at him before taking almost three-fourths of his length down her expert throat.

As instructed by Mika, Tracy next pushed Alex onto a lounge chair, where she continued her ministrations on him while raising her exquisite ass into the air. This was my cue to strip off and start fucking her from behind. A few minutes later, we switched positions, and she eased her ass onto my cock. Alex, who was simply too big for Tracy to take anally, then replaced me in her cunt – something that triggered the first of at least a dozen orgasms she enjoyed during the shoot. Once we had established a rhythm, I supported Tracy’s back while Nick shoved his cock down her willing throat and she took each of the other two guy’s erections in her hands. Over the next two hours or so (with breaks for water and, yes, rest), each of us took turns being pleasured by Tracy in one of these ways. In the course of the shoot, she jacked off, sucked and fucked five guys, and let four of us fuck her ass. It was a very tired, but happy and satisfied, Tracy who lay back on the chair at the end to receive five loads of cum on her face and body.

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I had just separated from my wife of twenty-three years, and while we sorted things out, I had moved into a studio apartment. The complex I lived in was unique in that it was actually situated on a hill, in several levels, with drives at each level giving access to the buildings. In my case, the front of my building faced the hillside. The building below me was just the opposite: the back of that building faced the hillside. Now, since my kitchen and bedroom were in the back of my building, and since the buildings were all the same design, it was possible for me to look down into the kitchen and bedroom of the apartment below me. It was about forty feet away and from my vantage point, I had a fairly good view of the two rooms.

I hadn’t been there more than a week when I realized that the apartment below me on the hill was occupied by a young woman. She usually kept her windows open, even though it was warm and I knew she had air conditioning.

It became my habit to observe this young woman. She was very pretty, with long dark hair past her shoulders and a slender, petite figure. Unlike many of the girls I saw around the complex, she didn’t look burned to a crisp from constant sunbathing. She was a bit pale, but looked healthy.

We apparently kept the same hours. I got home at around seven in the evening and changed and began bustling around the apartment making myself dinner and so forth. I usually had no visitors. Most our friends had sided with my wife during the separation.

I would hear my neighbor’s music start up as soon as she got home. She listened to a variety, but usually it was country or rock. I’d hear a little classical from time to time. Now, I did not stare at her. But while we both went about our evening routine, I would glance down to see what she was doing. I don’t think she realized that she was being watched, at least not at first.

Our schedules were remarkably similar. We usually got home, changed, made dinner, watched TV and went to bed about the same time. Most of the time I saw her in shorts and a tee shirt. Sometimes she wore sweats. I saw her in a nightgown once, just before she went to bed. But then one night about a month after moving in, I looked down into her kitchen window. It was close to ten, and I guessed she was doing some final cleaning before turning in. Anyway, she was topless.

I quickly moved into my bedroom, which was dark, and watched her while she moved around her kitchen. Her breasts were smallish but firm, with pale pink, well-defined nipples. She seemed unaware of my avid gaze as she completed her tasks. The sight of this young beauty with bared breasts shook me to my core. I had been married to my wife for a long time, and while I had looked at other women, I had never cheated on her. I had been to strip clubs—I am a man, after all—but none of the women I saw there affected me the way this private show did. I found myself with an immediate hard-on.

After about ten minutes, my young lady finished in the kitchen, turned off the light, and reappeared in her bedroom. She walked up to the window and looked out. For a terrifying second, it seemed that she was looking right at me. Then she let down the blinds. Fifteen minutes later the light in her window went out and all was quiet.

I didn’t know her name. I didn’t know where she worked or what she did. In fact, I didn’t know anything about her. But that night, she haunted my dreams. I tossed and turned for hours, unable to get her out of my mind. Finally, in desperation, I jerked off, spilling my come on the bed sheets.

For the next two nights, everything was normal. She appeared in the window as usual, but always dressed. On the third night, I heard music coming from her window. It was a tune by the Corrs, easy to dance to. I looked down and saw her in her kitchen. She was sweeping the floor and wiping down the counter. From time to time, she would move her hips a little, swaying to the music. As she passed in front of the window the paused and, I swear, looked up at me. I stepped back, certain that I’d been caught. Once again, I moved into my darkened bedroom to continue watching. I didn’t see her in either window for about five minutes. When she reappeared, kuşadası escort this time in her bedroom, my heart gave a lurch.

She was once again topless. And she was wearing what appeared to be a pair of white cotton panties. She carried a glass of red wine and as she moved about the room, she continued her little swaying dance. She seemed to be straightening up the room and putting clothes away. I saw her move over to her dresser. She put the wine down and, facing away from me, slowly and deliberately pulled down her panties. She had a very cute butt. She stood in front of the dresser for a minute or two, rubbing and massaging her breasts. She picked up the wine again and took a sip. Then she turned toward me and danced over to her bed. I got a good view of her full, natural bush.

I was immediately hard as a rock. I began rubbing my cock through the thin material of my boxers. For just a moment, as the Corrs continued to play, my girl danced for me. Then she put the wine down on her bedside table, picked up a nightgown, whipped it over her head, and the show was over. She moved over to the window and looked up at me. Was that a smile that played around the corners of her mouth? Then she let down the blinds and I could see no more.

I pulled down my boxers, fell on the bed and masturbated furiously until I spurted hot, thick and copious all over my belly and hand.

***

Once again, I didn’t see her for a couple of nights. The blinds on her windows stayed closed even though they were lit from behind. Then, one Friday night when I got home from work, I noticed that the blinds were again open. I saw her briefly moving around in her kitchen, I heard her television, and then at about ten, the kitchen light went out and the light in her bedroom window came on.

When this happened, I moved to my bedroom and turned off the lights. The television in her apartment went off, and a soft country song began playing. The light in her bedroom window changed color to a rosy pink. I pulled up a chair by my window and waited. It seemed that time was suddenly suspended. It was completely dark outside. Her window reminded me of a movie screen. I could see clearly into her bedroom, forty feet away.

The first thing I saw was her leg. It appeared out of the left side of the window and stretched upward. Then it bent at the knee, her toe touched the floor, and my private dancer stepped into view. As she moved into the window, my heart nearly stopped. She was nude, or at least nearly nude. She had on a pair of white stockings, high heels, and a white thong.

The music played on. She danced for me, stretching out her arms and swinging her hips sexily. She placed her hands on her breasts, offering them to me, then shaking them gently and moving away. She sat down on the floor, turned over on her hands and knees, and flexed her body upward. I strained to see the furry lips of her pussy and the dark indentation of her butthole. I could see the white string of the thong stretched across her shallow puckered anal pore.

She turned back on her back, hooked her thumbs into the thong, and in a flash it was off. For a second, she remained on her back and held the thong up for my inspection. Then she got up and, completely nude except for her stockings and shoes, danced for me. She thrust her pelvis out at me; she framed her bushy pussy with her hands, offering it to me the same way she did her breasts. She turned about, spread her feet wide, bent at the waist, and touched the floor with her hands, giving me a full and unhindered view of her pussy and butthole. She held the pose long enough for me to etch the scene in my mind forever, then straightened up, put her hands on her hips, shook her ass at me, and moved away. At that instant, the music stopped and the light went out.

My heart was beating so hard I wasn’t sure I could stand it. Sure, I’d been to my share of strip clubs. I’d seen beautiful women dance naked before. But this time was different. This time, my dark-haired beauty was dancing for me. Me alone. It was like we shared a secret just between us. It was like she was mine.

This time I did not masturbate. I was simply too shaken, too kocaeli escort in awe of what I had just witnessed. I sat at the window for another fifteen minutes, but the light never came back on. I finally went to bed, haunted by the vision of my lovely pale, dark-haired dancer.

I slept fitfully until about six the next morning. I awoke groggy and unrested, still reeling from what I had seen the night before. Force of habit caused me to look out my window down to hers. Once again, my heart skipped a beat.

There was a piece of cardboard taped, hanging on the sill of her window. In bold letters the words 10 PM TONIGHT were written. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I had seen it correctly. There was no mistake. I sat down again. My heart was beating so fast I actually became alarmed. I went into the bathroom to take a leak. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I muttered to myself, “I must be seeing things.” I went back into my bedroom and looked out the window. The sign was gone.

***

I spent the rest of that Saturday in a daze, unsure of what I had seen and what I’d not seen. I knew that I had seen her dance the night before, but had there really been a sign outside her window that morning?

I spent some time with my wife. We ended up arguing, as usual. It seemed like that was literally all we had been doing lately. I had hoped that some time apart would make us want to make up and be together, but that was not the case. She seemed reasonably happy and content (in our house, mind you) without me. I certainly wasn’t’ happy or content, but I was managing. And, I had a secret.

I treated myself to a Chinese dinner that night, all alone. I drank a little too much beer but made it home all right. When I got home, I opened a bottle of brandy and made myself a drink. I watched a DVD but couldn’t get interested in the movie. My eyes kept wandering to the clock on the wall. At nine forty-five, I could stand it no longer. I took my brandy into my bedroom, turned off the light, and sat down by the window.

By this time I had already changed into what I usually wear to bed: tee shirt and boxers. I got comfortable and decided to see what would happen, if anything.

I actually had not seen her at all that evening. Both the kitchen and bedroom windows had been dark. The clock on my bedside table read 9:59 when the light in her bedroom window came on.

The blinds were still drawn. At first all was silence, but then the sounds of soft music, some kind of jazz, wafted up to me. My eyes were riveted to her window. In the darkness I caught movement, and slowly the blinds were raised until the window was fully open. The room was lit well enough to see clearly, but with the same rosy pink glow from previous. I notice something different: her bed had been moved so that it was in front of the window. There was room enough for her to move between the bed and window, but the surface of the bed was still clearly visible. The music increased slightly in volume and intensity, and there was suddenly a light shining onto the bed.

The first thing I saw was her hand. It crept around the edge of the window, as if she was pulling herself into view. Then I saw the profile of her breast, and then she bent down so that I could see the side of her face. She turned to me and smiled. She smiled softly and seductively. It was a private smile, the one that lovers give each other. Then she stepped away from the window and I saw that she was bewitchingly nude. No stockings, no garters, no thongs, no shoes, just her perfect, slender, nude body.

The music waxed and waned, with a slow, sensual, flowing melody from a saxophonist who might have been making love to a woman. My pale beauty let the music envelop her, swaying to the sound and the rhythm as if it flowed through her. She raised her arms above her head and let her rounded hips move back and forth in time with the beat. She did a slow pirouette for me, allowing me to admire every inch of her form. Her head was thrown back in silent surrender to the music. It seemed to be a part of her. Her mouth came open and I saw her stick her finger between her lips and sucked sweetly and sensually on it. As she did so konya escort she opened her eyes and, with finger still between her lips, looked at me.

Dancing seductively, she moved to the bed. She crawled up onto it and, for just a moment, spread her legs wide enough for me to see clearly her plump pussy and dark butthole. Then she lies on her back and spread her legs wide. The light was now focused squarely on her darkly furred pussy.

She placed her hand on her mound and began massaging it in a circular motion. Her hips began undulating in time with her motions, and with the music. She threw her head back, her mouth open, and I could imagine her moaning as she pleasured herself. She rubbed harder, digging the heel of her hand into her mound and I saw a finger slip between the delicate lips of her engorged pussy. The music played on, building to a crescendo. I saw her, gently at first, then more vigorously, begin to rub her clitoris. Her legs flew fully open and her movements increased until she was finger-fucking her hungry pussy. For the first time, I actually heard my dark-haired beauty moan as she was overtaken with passion and pleasure. I watched, mesmerized, as she alternately rubbed her clit and inserted first one, then two fingers into her wet pussy. Suddenly, she turned over on her stomach, drew up her knees, thrust out her bum and began masturbating furiously. I could see the moisture on her fingers as she feverishly massaged her tortured pussy. Her face was pressed into a pillow; she was biting it in an effort to stifle her screams. Her ass and hips swayed and jerked with the pleasure she was experiencing.

Suddenly, I saw her tense for a split second. Her hand paused at her pussy, and then in a series of spasmodic convulsions, she climaxed again and again and again. She rubbed and rubbed, prolonging her pleasure, making it last, and allowing me to see her complete the most intimate act a woman can ever perform.

I looked down. At some point, I had also begun masturbating. Now my hand gripped my iron-hard penis. Only a few strokes would send me over the edge. I gently cupped my cock, not wanting to come right that second. Instead, I stood up. I turned on a light so that my girl could see me clearly in my window, and I waited.

The music had stopped and all was quiet. My sexy girl was lying on the bed face-down, breathing slowly and deeply. A moment later, she roused herself and sat down on the edge of the bed. She was smiling at me. I pulled down my boxers and stood before her, holding my erection in my hand. I looked at her. I looked at her beautiful, slightly pale body, her smallish breasts, her thickly furred pussy. I looked at her and stroked myself for her. I let her know how she had affected me. How she had altered me, my life. She stopped smiling and looked into my eyes as if to say, “Come for me, lover. Show me how I make you feel.” Looking into her eyes, I began climaxing. I shot ropes of white semen all over the floor, the window sash, the chair. I came like I hadn’t come in twenty years. I came in tribute to my dark-haired beauty, my secret lover.

She smiled again, got up off the bed and walked to the window. She drew the blinds, the light went out, and her performance was over.

***

The next day was Sunday, and I was in an agony of indecision. Should I take her performance as an invitation? I didn’t know. I struggled with it the entire day. I didn’t dare go over to her so soon. I didn’t know if I could look her in the eye. I didn’t know if she could look me in the eye.

Yet by the end of the day, I’d made up my mind. The next day, after work, I would go over to her and introduce myself. After all, this would probably be the last time I, at my age, would ever have a chance to be with a young, beautiful girl like her.

On Monday after work, I went over to her apartment building. When I got there, the building manager was there. He asked me where I was going, I told him which apartment I was headed to. (Our apartments were the same, just in different buildings.) He said, “Oh, you didn’t know? She moved out yesterday.”

I was dumbstruck. “Yesterday?” was all I could manage.

“Yeah,” he said. “She got some of her friends to help her. They moved her out Sunday. Too bad, too. She was a nice girl, and cute too.”

I sighed. I was disappointed, yes. But I was also a little better for the experience. She had liked me. She had danced for me. I guess that, despite what me wife said, I wasn’t such a shit after all.

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“Now for some honesty.” Val tells me, as we stop dancing.

“Alright.” I reply.

“I came alone. Those are girls I met in the parking lot. We gathered together and summoned some courage to enter as one.” She tells me.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t chicken out. You are amazing.” I insist.

“So, here I am. Completely naked. Talking to you. At a party to which I have no idea how I got invited.” Val continues. “And my name isn’t Val, but let’s just go with it.”

“Well, Val, again I am the luckiest guy here, and more than happy to be your bodyguard.” I say.

The big voice guy interrupts us. “Get ready for our first game. You need a partner, opposite or same sex, it don’t matter. This room is a no-judgement zone.”

“Let’s get new drinks, and play.” I tell Val.

“My thought exactly.” She replies.

We gather two more drinks, and wander back toward the crowd, now gathering in pairs. It’s an interesting room. The masks help me concentrate or else I would be tripping all over my tongue. No matter their state of dress, there is eye candy aplenty. As we progress every so slowly, arms touching with every step, what I can only say would be a supermodel in real life approaches us. She is otherworldly tall, and covered in beads.

“Beads?” She asks us.

“Of course.” I respond with a smile.

“Well, take as many as you want.” She says, holding up her arms which are also draped in the various sized and colored beads.

Turning around for us to see the beads, I realize very quickly that, Ummmm, she is naked under all the hardware, and I imagine she will be completely naked fairly shortly. I take a few strands off her arms, and then reach for a few off her chest and pull them over her head. This goddess of beads saunters off, leaving me with my own dream within a dream next to me. I hand Val a few strands.

“May these beads bring you the blessings of a wonderful evening.” I say, placing a couple of strands around her neck. “I know you have blessed me.”

Val taking a strand from me, says.”This is fun, and I am blessed by your respect.”

.

I can feel her breath on my face as she reaches around my head. I give her a small kiss, causing her to smile.

“Now, let’s see what this game is about.” I say, still enjoying the taste of her lips on mine.

Our surroundings again come into focus. There is a fair amount of skin, probably about 20 people like us, completely nude. There are now about 40 more with some sort of item being worn, mostly lingerie, bras, thongs, banana hammocks, and in all shapes and sizes. Like I said before, the masks keep me focused on Val.

“Alright, let’s begin our first game.” The big voice resumes as Val and myself wander in past the fringes of the crowd.

“The name of this first game is ‘How close is too close?’. Who’s ready?” We hear, and the directions come immediately. “You and your partner must stand as close as possible, without touching. The couple to keep from touching the longest, wins.”

Pretty simple. I’m not sure how they will judge us, but I’m sure I won’t be winning this one. Val turns to face me, and we inch closer and closer. I can feel the electricity increasing between our bodies. Keeping my eyes on Val’s eyes, this turns almost into a staring contest.

“So, how did you get the invite?” I ask.

“Mystery çorum escort letter in my office inbox. No stamp, no return address. I almost tossed it with the junk mail. I’m just glad my secretary missed it.” Val says.

“Secretary? Hold no, let me guess. Attorney? Doctor?” I say.

“I own a travel agency. How did you get yours?” Val asks in return.

“Mailbox mystery letter I also luckily did not toss.” I reply. “My love for NOLA brought me here.”

“Same. When were you last there?” Val’s voice is completely intoxicating.

“Well, I haven’t been to Mardi Gras in two years, but I was there this past Thanksgiving just as a special treat.” I smile remembering the fun on Bourbon Street. Women love New Orleans year round it seems, and the weather was perfect for plenty of bad decisions.

“Hmmm. I was there around Halloween for a bachelorette party. You think Mardi Gras is bad, Halloween week gives it a run for it’s money.” Val is also smiling.

“So, let’s narrow this down. Where did you stay? What bars did you visit?” I begin our investigation.

“We didn’t hit any bars, if you believe that. We got some drinks from the corner bars, but mostly stayed on the streets unless we were on the ghost tour trolley we had chartered. I used my travel agency contacts to get some sweet deals.” Val continues.

“Which hotel?” I ask. “I always stay…”

“Sorry, I saw you touch. You’re out.” We’re interrupted by the big voice guy assistant.

“Well, crap. Let’s go get another drink.” I tell Val.

“I have a better idea. I saw some people behind you wandering down a hall. Let’s investigate. Who’s going to notice two naked people snooping around?” Val laughs.

Taking my hand, Val leads me to a hallway. We peek around together. It is dark, and we proceed slowly. And then we stop.

“I don’t know what’s here.” Val says, turning to me. “I just wanted some privacy.”

I feel her hands on my shoulder, and our lips meet, but this time I can feel the passion and heat from her mouth. The softness of her breasts topped by hardened nipples press into my chest. Masks in place, I reach behind Va’s head, grab her hair, and pull her head back. Val leans back accordingly, and I begin kissing and sucking her neck and shoulders. I can feel her hands fall down my back to the top of my ass. In this somewhat private area, I allow my cock to harden, and Val reaches to me with her right hand. She is gentle, and I am now able to access her tits with my mouth. She provides perfect mouthfuls of goodness.

Stopping to catch my breath, I pull Val close, face to face.

“Now, where were we? I usually pick a garden home off Carondolet when I stay in NOLA. Where did you say you liked to stay?” I continue our mutual interrogation.

“Hmmmm. You feel good. And yes, I stay near Carondolet and Poydras.” Val states as she positions my firm cock between her legs. I can feel her shaved pussy surround the top part of my dick. We continue kissing and rubbing our bodies. The wall feels cool against my back.

Feeling Val around me is almost too much. I spin our bodies around, pinning Val with her chest to the wall. I feel her legs spread ever so slightly as I slide my cock between her ass cheeks. Pulling on her hair feels so natural, so I continue and her arms reach denizli escort up above her head, palms against the hard wood surface.

Kissing her back, I get Val’s hair caught in my teeth. I pull away gently, and admire her ass. “You are completely delicious. So, off Poydras? Location seems to be our best clue so far.”

“NOLA be damned. This location is amazing.” Val tells me, still pressed to the wall. Her ass beckons me, and I resume positioning my cock as close to being in her as I can get.

“Ever do this on the streets of New Orleans? I sure have. I can’t walk down Bienville without seeing all the alleys and crazy times.” I tell her.

“Of course. Women can do anything in the French Quarter, and no one says a thing. It’s almost too easy.” Val whispers.

“May I?” I ask, as I push my cock a little deeper.

“It’s about time.” Val responds and I feel her ass relax.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, I lift her ever so slightly, and then slide right into her. I hear a moan of pleasure.

“So, is the sex on the street as good as the sex afterward?” I ask between thrusts.

“I have never cum with sex on the street. Usually, the guy just cums and that’s it.” Val says, pushing away from the wall into my body.

Withdrawing from her, I say. “Well, let’s continue our personal dance and see where this leads.”

“I knew I got lucky with you. Let’s see how else this New Orleans connection brought us here. The only other thing about my rental is street parking. The few places I use always have reserved street parking.” Val says to me while adjusting her mask.

She is not only mysterious; she is also an extremely cool customer for someone who was just fucking me.

“Interesting. I had a reserved parking spot this time as well. I wonder…” But, we are interrupted again.

“Game 2 is now ready for anyone brave enough.” The big voice says over the speakers.

We wander out of the shadows of the hallway. Let’s just say the crowd is definitely sexually charged. We see a couple making love against the wall just a few feet from our hallway. There are several couples dancing, some appear to be having sex. The mood of the room is definitely changed.

“Alright, here’s where the brave part comes. Form a circle, men on the inside, women on the outside.” The directions continue. “Men, you will be laying down on the floor. Women, you will be sitting on your man’s face for as long as you can. Last one sitting, so to speak, wins.”

“Well, I’m game. I’ll go nice and slow. You’ll be able to cum in public if you want.” I say to Val.

“I would love…” Val is interrupted. Gosh, this is getting old.

“By the way, you women will have the chance to swap if you like. We’ll tell you when you can stand up and switch partners. That part’s up to you. Now, assume your positions.” The big voice guy finishes.

“As I was saying, I would love that, and I’m not switching partners.” Val is able to finish this time.

I probably couldn’t produce a bigger smile as I lay on the floor. My taste buds begin to tingle in anticipation.

The men around me are just all completely naked now. Leave it to us men to lose our clothing as soon as possible. Looking at the women, I see some remove what little they had on, as well. All of these masks düzce escort lend a really cool vibe.

“Alright women. Have at it. Good luck maneuvering around those masks.” The big voice guy tells us we are now on the clock.

Val positions herself just above me, smiling and looking me in the eye as I look down to my impending dessert. My eyes stay on hers as long as I can see them. Val moves her knees around my head and above my ears. I feel her thighs on my cheeks, and soon her pussy comes into contact with my mouth. I part my lips, extend my tongue into her, and begin massaging her labia.

I move slowly around her moist mound, nibbling here and there, but mostly licking and kissing. Soon, I am slurping up her juices. Val is absolutely as delicious as I had hoped. She settles on my head, and gives me plenty of space to explore her. If there is a prize for this game, I’m pretty sure I won it.

I don’t remember any rules against it, so I reach up and squeeze both of Val’s tits. I open my eyes to see her eyes still focused on me. I smile into her as I continue licking. I get a smile in return from Val.

“Alright, time to switch if you want.” I hear a muffled big voice guy direct.

To my surprise, Val gets up off my face. I give her a disappointed look.

“Don’t worry lover. I just had some inspiration.” Val tells me, as she positions her body.

I am quickly greeted by Val’s incredible ass falling down onto my face, and she moves her dripping wet pussy back to my mouth. I drink up all the juices I can, then resume consuming her.

I lose myself in Val, and suddenly feel her lips on the tip of my cock. Now, I realize the inspiration, and I dive deeply into her. Val is soon sucking me to complete hardness, and I focus on her tastiness.

Val is gently relentless. She sucks softly, yet efficiently, and I soon unload into her mouth. I continue enjoying her pussy, and I’m sure Val swallowed everything I produced.

I feel Val’s head rest onto my lap above my cock, and she begins to really rub against my face. I try to be as gentle as Val was with my cock, but her rubbing intensifies, and I can feel the blood really flowing throughout her pussy.

I realize Val won’t last much longer when she puts her hands on my hips and pushes up. The effect is her full weight is on my face, and I better move quickly. Val won’t last much longer. I reach under Val’s legs, and separate her pussy lips with my fingers. Sure enough, she flowers fully into my mouth, and I can literally eat every single part of her.

As Val cums over and over, I lick voraciously at her. Her every response indicates incredible sensitivity and I hold onto her legs so she won’t get up too quickly. I gently tongue her over and over and feel Val relax from the orgasms.

I am thankful we don’t have an audience when we stand, but we are definitely the last couple performing. I didn’t think we lasted very long.

“Wow, that looked like fun. Your prizes will be inside your backpacks. Let my assistant know your bag number.” The big voice guy tells us. He resumes the music for dancing.

“Hey Val, wanna get out of here?” I ask. I’m ready to continue this elsewhere.

“I was about to ask you the same. Let’s get our backpacks, and figure out a plan from there.” She replies.

We walk slowly, arm in arm, to the backpack pickup closet. We hold up our hands, and receive the assigned backpack. Looking into it, I see a card, our prize if my guess is right. Val pulls her card out at the same time as I do.

“Well, this explains how we both ended up here.” We say to each other in unison.

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The blazing sun shone brightly!

Not a cloud in the clear, blue sky. It was the kind of summer day I look forward to all winter. But his day carried added anticipation. After years of curiosity, and months of steeling my nerve, today was the day I’d finally decided to take myself to a clothing optional beach and try experiencing public nudity for the first time.

I’m a 45 year old single man with a small but comfortable house in a peaceful residential neighborhood. I work out of my home as a freelance video editor, which pays pretty well and also offers me periods of “downtime,” short and long, in between jobs.

Over the past few months I’d been pretty busy with three major projects, but with completing the last of them, I felt I’d earned a little time off. And what better time for it than during the warm midsummer weather.

Since I live alone, I’m generally pretty casual in how I dress around the house. In fact, it’s not unusual for me to often go nude at home, even while working. I don’t consider myself to be a Nudist with a capital “N.” I just enjoy the feeling of being naked at home. Real Nudists often contend that being nude is not sexual. I, on the other hand, tend to get quite a little sexual buzz from it. And sometimes not so little.

After sitting nude in front of my editing computers for hours at a time, it’s nice to take a break to stretch my legs and clear my mind. Sometimes I take the opportunity to clear my balls as well, with a nice relaxing masturbation session. With visions of sexy young women frolicking in my head. This sometimes included the cute 20 year old who lived next door. Mandy!

But back to the day at hand.

There’s a clothing optional beach about 30 miles up the coast. I’d never been there before but had heard it was sort of an unspoken secret with a lot of people. I had finally talked myself into taking the “big step” of going there myself to check it out. The prospect of being checked out there myself by frolicking, young naked women was enticing. Whether or not that would happen remained to be seen.

That morning, I gave my genitals a clean, fresh shave in the shower. I enjoy the look and feel of them when they’re smooth and I wanted to look my best for my naked debut. Before leaving home, I liberally applied SPF-50 sunscreen all over my body. I dressed minimally, in only shorts and t-shirt. No underwear. I wore sandals to protect my feet from what I expected to be scorching hot sand, and brought along a small knapsack to stow my clothes in when I got to the beach and stripped down. Still not sure of how I would like the experience or how long my courage would hold out, it could end up being a short visit. I planned not to sit or lay out in one spot, but rather just wander around, walking up and down the beach, so I didn’t bring along a beach towel or blanket.

I pulled into the parking area for the beach and made my way down the quarter mile footpath that cut through obscuring trees and bushes. The beach was beautiful, bigger than i’d expected and stretching in both directions. I could see it was populated with a surprising number of people, most of whom were nude. Here and there I saw the odd man wearing shorts or a woman in a bikini, or topless with only a bikini bottom. But the vast majority were naked.

There was a small signpost with arrows pointing in opposite directions. The one pointing down the beach to the left read: FAMILIES. The arrow pointing to the right read: ADULTS ONLY. I walked about 20 paces to the right, took one last deep breath and removed my clothes, stuffing them inside my knapsack.

I stood there for a minute to allow myself to become acclimatized to being naked in public, then boldly started walking through the soft, white sand toward the water, and the ADULT side of the beach. I was doing it! Actually doing it! Walking naked on a public beach fully exposed to anyone who might look my way. Totally on display. Every exhibitionist fantasy I’d ever had was racing through my mind and I was loving it! I passed by many other naked people who were standing, walking by, or stretching out tanning their bare bodies. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing the nude women casting glances at me. I’d always feared shriveling and shrinking from embarrassment in such a situation, but I was happy to see that my penis presented itself extremely well. Though it didn’t stiffen, it didn’t shy away from what attention it got, and wagged back-and-forth vigorously like the tail of a happy puppy as I walked toward the water’s edge.

My comfort level continued to increase as I strolled along the firm, damp sand ankle-deep in the gentle, lapping waves. Many more people passed in the opposite direction and I was surprised that most of them were younger than me, and happy that so many of them were attractive looking women.

After walking slowly strolling for 45 minutes or so, I stopped to watch a group of young people. They looked about college age and were further out, about knee-deep in bursa escort the water. Two guys were throwing a football back-and-forth, and three girls tossing a frisbee around. They were all laughing, falling into the water and having a wonderful, carefree time. And all were stark naked! Naturally, I couldn’t take my eyes off the girls. Each one was prettier and sexier than the others. Slender and fit, with glistening, wet skin and bouncing tits, and only one had just a hint of tan lines.

I stood there admiring them for quite some time and felt a distinct and delightful tingling in my loins. Glancing down, I noticed my penis had gotten a little chubbier than it was before. It felt great but I knew if I stood watching these three water nymphs much longer, it might grow to a full-fledged erection.

As I turned to resume my walk along the beach, I nearly bumped into another beach-goer. A female beach-goer. A stunningly sexy, young, naked, female beach-goer! We both recoiled from our near collision, but an instant later there was instant, simultaneous recognition.

“YOU!!!” I said with surprise.

“Oh, my GOD!!! What are you doing here?” she replied and her mouth hung open with disbelief.

It was Mandy! The girl from next door! And the two of us stood staring at each other’s nakedness, dumbstruck and motionless.

A bit of backstory.

A few years after I moved into my house, a young couple moved in next door. Melissa and James were in their early 20s at that time and had been married for about a year-and-a-half. They were both very pleasant neighbors and dedicated to building their respective careers.

Melissa’s younger sister still lived with her parents in a nearby town but would often come to spend weekends at Melissa’s. Mandy was still in high school at the time but would come to stay with her big sister over summer vacations as well. It was during those summers I would often see Mandy dressed in various outfits appropriate for hot weather; shorts, tank tops, crop tops, sports bras, even the occasional bikini.

I always thought of Mandy as a sweet, lovely girl, and came to think of her as a neighbor as much as Melissa and James were. We were on pleasant, friendly terms. But being a man, I could never overlook her feminine attractiveness.

Standing at 5’4″ Mandy had a shapely, well proportioned body. She was fit and strong from a variety of activities; running, cycling, hiking, even rock climbing. A pair of firm breasts, a narrow waist and a flat tummy. Her legs and bum looked great in anything she wore, but especially short shorts, which she wore often throughout her summers next door. And she had a mane of chestnut brown hair that encircled her face and cascaded down past her shoulders. Make no mistake…Mandy was a pleasure to gaze upon, which was easy to do in her summertime attire. Mandy’s sexy, young body often had a “stimulating” effect on my imagination, but I always managed to keep my thoughts to myself and my behavior appropriate. I was convinced she thought of me as nothing more than the friendly, gentleman next door, and not as a “dirty ol’ man.”.

During her junior year of high school, Mandy’s parents hosted a foreign exchange student from France. Mandy and the girl had become very close friends and remained in close contact the following year after her return to her home country. In gratitude for her year in America, the girl and her family invited Mandy to come to her home in France for the year following graduation.

The year away gave Mandy time to unwind, gain some independence, and think about what she wanted to do upon returning home. At some point, it was decided she would move in with Melissa and James and attend the college which was located only a few miles away. So in early May, Mandy had returned from her adventures in France and moved in next door to me.

And now here I was, standing face-to-face with Mandy at the nude beach. And both of us were stark naked! My mouth hung open with shock and surprise as my eyes devoured the unfettered view of her now 20 year old body totally on display. And what a body it was! I’d seen tantalizing glimpses of parts of it over the years, but seeing her totally unclothed was breathtaking!

Mandy’s breasts were ample without being overly large. And they sat firmly on her chest without a hint of sag. Slightly conical orbs with prominent nipples that looked to be reaching toward me seeking attention.

Her waist tapered in gracefully and her taut tummy possessed a deep bellybutton that beckoned to me with promises of dark mystery. Her hips flared out to strong, shapely thighs, and between those thighs was a perfectly smooth, hairless pubic mound.

No less noticeable, was the fact that her skin, her entire body sported a deep suntan, with no tan lines, indicating that Mandy was no stranger to nudity. It was obvious that the sweet girl next door spends a lot of time naked in the sun. Her sun-bronzed skin glistened in the sunlight as if it had been highly polished.

Mandy’s çanakkale escort initial expression of surprise at seeing me was quickly replaced by a delighted smile…a smile that broadened as she scanned down my body and locked eyes on my swollen penis dangling in front of me and my freshly shaven testicles just beyond.

“Oh, my!” she breathed in a whisper to herself.

“I didn’t expect…to see…” I sputtered.

“I didn’t know you ever…” Mandy said at the same time.

At that, we both burst out laughing. It was still slightly nervous laughter, but it helped get us past the initial shock we’d both felt.

“Well,” I began, “to be perfectly honest, this is my first time here. I’ve known about this nude beach for a long time but had never been. But I’ve also been curious what it would be like. Wouldn’t ya know, the first time I come, I run into someone I know! And you, of all people!”

I tried mightily to maintain eye contact with Mandy but just being so near her nude body caused a rush of horny hormones to be released into my blood stream. It didn’t help that Mandy kept glancing down at my penis again and again every few seconds.

Still a bit uneasy, I let my knapsack drop from my shoulder thinking I could hold it in front of me to cover myself. But halfway through the act, I asked myself what would be the point. Mandy obviously liked what she was seeing, so I let the pack continue it’s swing across and casually hoisted it up onto my opposite shoulder. It suddenly dawned on me that I really enjoyed having her looking at me.

“Since we’re being honest with each other,” she said, “I come here a lot!”

She suddenly looked sheepish and said, “You won’t tell Melissa, will you? She doesn’t know I come here, and she might not approve.”

“Don’t worry! I’ll keep your naughty, little secret! As long as you don’t tell her about mine!” I said with a wink.

“Deal!” she squealed and gave a little jump for joy, which caused her tits to bounce and jiggle, much to my delighted eyes.

“Are you enjoying your first nude beach experience so far?” Mandy asked cheerfully. She again looked down at my dangling penis which had inflated a little more over the last couple minutes. “You look like you’re having fun!”

“I’ve only been here about an hour or so. I was a little nervous at first but was surprised at how quickly I started feeling more comfortable.” I said and laughed anxiously. “Until I ran into you! Now I’m feeling nervous again, and a little embarrassed!”

“No need to feel like that!” Mandy said reassuringly. “You look great!”

She fixed her gaze directly on my exposed genitals, and my prick made an involuntary but noticeable pulse.

“And you’re looking better and better all the time!” she added with a wide smile.

I felt a sudden tingle in my testicles and my penis swelled and extended itself slightly. Mandy’s flirtiness as well as the sight of her exquisite naked body was threatening to cause me to pop a full-blown boner in front of her and everyone else on the beach. I was struggling maintain control of my urges. Mandy notice my fidgetiness and my heavy breathing and came to my rescue.

“Would you like a drink of water?” she offered. “My blanket is right over there. You’re welcome to sit down and relax.”

Relax. Yes, that’s what I needed to do. So I followed this cute, naked girl from next door about ten yards up the beach to a large, multi-colored blanket spread out on the sand. By the time we got there, I was feeling more at ease. I dropped my knapsack off to the side and we plopped ourselves down…me with my legs extended in the direction of the water but slightly bent so my thigh might block Mandy’s view of my penis. Mandy sat slightly to my right, directly facing me. She sat cross-legged which left her smooth, hairless labia on full display to me, framed by her silky, wide-spread thighs.

Sipping on our bottles of water she’d gotten from her beach bag we began to relax as we chit-chatted about this and that. Mandy’s demeanor had turned more casual than flirtatious, and I felt more at ease and not quite so aroused. As our conversation became directionless and finally to a long pause, I decided to broach the subject that was literally staring me in the face.

“So Mandy…how did you first become interested in nudism?”

She broke into a wide smile as if relieved to be able to address the topic. It turned out she was very eager to tell me about her love of nudity. And she proceeded to do so with genuine candor.

“Well, back during my junior year of high school, my family hosted an exchange student from France. Noelle and I hit it off and became close friends right away. We loved going shopping together and just hanging out and goofing off. It wasn’t until about halfway through the year that Noelle remarked about how uptight Americans were about nudity. She said it’s very different in Europe. Nude beaches are very common there and that she had gone topless herself a few times at beaches çankırı escort back home.

“The subject came up again a few times during the rest of her stay, and we didn’t talk about it much. But when we did, she spoke very favorably about it. And I guess that’s what planted the seed in my mind.

“That following summer, after Noelle went back to France and I came here to spend the summer with Melissa and James, I started, uhm…experimenting. You’ll remember we had really hot weather that summer, so while Melissa and James were away at work, I would take off all my clothes and hang around in their house all day naked. I was kinda nervous and jumpy at first, but it got easier each time. After about a week, I was in the house naked and I noticed you pulling out of your driveway. So knowing you weren’t home, I tried going outside into the backyard naked. What a thrill that was!!!”

With those last words, Mandy pumped her arms and bounced her butt up and down on the blanket excitedly, which caused her high, firm breasts to jiggle enticingly on her chest.

“I stayed out there for about a half hour just wandering around the backyard naked. I let soft leaves brush against my bare skin and I rolled around in the cool grass. And I went right over to the fence between our yards and looked over into yours, thinking how shocked you would be if you’d been there seeing my naked body. I felt so naughty I was tingling all over!”

Listening to Mandy’s story, which was beginning to sound like a confession, was painting wondrously titillating pictures in my mind. And in addition to that was the tantalizing vision of Mandy sitting three feet away.

“Now, I can’t imagine not getting naked! It’s like breathing fresh air to me. On those occasions when Melissa doesn’t go in to work and stays to work from home, I can’t be naked then. Sometimes I can tell her I’m going shopping and sneak here to the beach, but I can’t do that too often. It’s so frustrating to be at home and desperately want to take my clothes off, but can’t because Melissa’s there. It almost drives me crazy sometimes!”

As she spoke, her hands stroked her thighs…her upper arms squeezed her tits from the sides pushing them together and forcing them to stand out even more…her dark brown nipples extended and sharpened. At some point, Mandy had uncrossed her legs and now sat with the soles of her feet together, her thighs spread wider than before. Her bare, puffy vulva lips split slightly apart offering a tempting vertical pink sliver of what lay within.

All this had it’s effect on me. My legs had spread slightly too and my penis had started to swell again. I was embarrassed to have Mandy see me becoming aroused by her naked body and hearing of her early nude excursions, but the rush of excitement in my loins felt so good I began to no longer care. Mandy looked down at my growing cock and saw it jump and lift its head up off my thigh.

“So, would you have been shocked to see me naked in the backyard looking over the fence?” she asked searchingly.

Any residual embarrassment I felt was overridden by my penis which loved being the center of Mandy’s attention. My cock continued to stiffen and ratcheted higher and higher under Mandy’s gaze, determined to display itself in all its rigid glory.

“I’m sure it would have made me tingle all over too.” I replied. “Much like I’m feeling now.”

Mandy was breathing hard now, and her eyes were wide as I achieved full erection. The fingers of her right hand were softly stroking her inner thigh close to her pussy, which had spread itself open a little more.

“It looks like you’re feeling as naughty as I am.” she said in a voice that sounded surprisingly innocent.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down at my throbbing prick pointing at the sky. “I can’t help it! You look so beautiful and sexy!”

Mandy looked up and our eyes met. “Oh, don’t apologize!” she gasped. Then smiled. “I like it. It’s a nice compliment…especially coming from you.”

Mandy gasped again as if that last part she hadn’t meant to say out loud but had slipped out anyway.

“Well, I guess we have nothing more to hide from each other.” I said and I lifted my right leg and swung it wide open and faced Mandy straight on. My heavy balls sagged and puddled on the blanket underneath my erection. Mandy smiled broadly at my total exposure and I smiled back at hers. Her fingers had found her pussy lips and were rubbing gently.

Through heavy breaths she said, “You can touch yourself…I don’t mind! In fact, I wish you would! I’m sure you want to! Everybody else is far enough away…no one will notice! Please!! I wanna see you do it for me!!!”

I quickly glanced around and saw no one in the immediate vicinity. Then locked my eyes back on Mandy’s body. Her left hand was now playing with her tits and rolling her nipples with her fingers. I raised my right hand and wrapped it around my hard shaft. At that moment, Mandy whimpered and simultaneously spread her pussy lips open exposing her clit to the open air as well as to my gaze. She sighed several times as my hand slowly slid up and down my cock. While staring between my wide-open legs, teasing her nipples, and fingering her pussy, to my surprise Mandy continued with her story.

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Emily, despite her knockout physique and generally excellent athletic condition, was certainly not very sporty; sports required a modicum of coordination and acuity, things Emily lacked sorely, in fact, Emily was quite clumsy, as demonstrated by today’s cafeteria accident, it was a sight seeing the buxom blonde get tripped by a bag on the ground, launching her food tray into the air and it landing square on a boy’s head.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Panicking, Emily quickly stood up and rushed to the victim of her clumsiness, who seemed quite fine despite his sorry and messy state.

The boy was a rather handsome but shy young man by the name of Mark, he was certainly well built, tall and lean, though not muscular, and somewhat boyish.

“Emily, what have you done!?” Cindy, not far behind Emily with her posse in tow, seemed quite cross with the accident Emily has caused.

“Oh, Cindy, I… Uh, I tripped…” Emily mumbled and fidgeted as she felt herself shrink before Cindy’s glare.

“You silly girl! Look at what you’ve done to the poor boy.” Cindy sighed, gesturing towards Mark, who was unsure what to do with himself with all manner of cafeteria slop covering him.

“I’m sorry…” Emily meekly apologized to Cindy, who sighed in exasperation.

“Come on, let’s take you two to the nurse’s office, make sure you’re both fine.” Cindy began walking to the cafeteria’s exit.

“

“Um, I’m fine really, I just-” Mark began, but Cindy wouldn’t let him finish.

“Nonsense, you got hit on the head with a tray, we have to make sure you’re not concussed.” Cindy dismissed his hesitation lightly, and sure enough, both Mark and Emily followed along after the Dees.

The nurse was absent from the medical office, it wasn’t quite so strange as it was the lunch period, she would certainly be back soon.

“Mark, right?” Cindy asked the boy who sat on one of the two beds in the sunlit room, who nodded in confirmation “Give me your shirt, I’ll go wash it for you while you four wait for the nurse.”

Though taken aback by Cindy’s nonchalant attitude, requesting his shirt, Mark followed her orders and stripped his soiled shirt off, his torso was not built, but it had a certain lean charm to it, he handed the shirt over to Cindy, who left immediately and left him with the other two Dees and Emily in the room.

“Alright Emily, have a seat on the bed.” Emily abided by Candy’s order, she hopped on the bed and straightened the sheets beneath her.

Emily was wearing a nice pleated navy skirt and white tanktop, the straps of her purple bra emerging from underneath the white fabric, she gave a bright smile to Mark, who blushed as he stared at the floor.

“Alright Emily, how about you let us take a look at you before the nurse comes.” Mindy put her hands on Emily’s shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze.

“Oh, bayburt escort you know what to do? That’s amazing!” Emily innocently marveled at how knowledgeable her friends were.

“Of course, don’t you know that Mindy is studying to be a nurse?” Candy proudly proclaimed her friend’s aptitude, who immediately got the necessary tools to perform a rudimentary check up.

“Now Emily, take your clothes off.” Mindy instructed Emily naturally enough that the latter started to pull her shirt up until she caught herself.

“Mindy, do I really have to take my clothes off?” Emily asked, throwing a furtive glance towards Mark before looking back to Mindy.

“Of course, it’s much easier to check on things without anything in the way.” Mindy sold her performance well enough to fool Emily, but Mark was clearly incredulous at the idea, which made his reaction even better when Emily actually began to take her clothes off.

With a white shirt and jeans shorts taken off, Emily sat there in her white underwear, blushing at the idea of being seen in her underwear by a boy, it wasn’t the first time it happened, but it still made her feel quite embarrassed.

Mindy began using a stethoscope to check for Emily’s pulse, who could feel the cold metal pressing against her chest.

“Take a deep breath, Emily.” Mindy commanded, and Emily obeyed, repeating the action multiple times as Mindy continued to tell her to inhale then exhale.

“Can you breath properly, Emily? You sound a bit restricted.” Mindy asked in a concerned tone.

“I do? I feel fine…” Emily looked down at her bra clad bosoms.

“You certainly do, it’s probably your bra getting in the way, you should take it off.” Once again, Mindy’s instructions were so confident, Emily simply wondered in amazement at how her friend could tell; it was her bra that was constricting her breathing even though she couldn’t even feel a difference.

Reaching behind, Emily released her large breasts from their confinement and revealed her shapely globes and tiny pink nipples to the others, Mark was especially taken in by the magnificent breasts he was laying eyes on.

Mindy went back to checking for Emily’s pulse and breathing with her stethoscope, making sure to press the cold metal against Emily’s sensitive nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure and her nipples to harden.

“There, you see? You’re breathing much better.” Mindy looked satisfied with the imaginary results “We should check for breast cancer, so how about I teach you how, Mark?”

Mark seemed to almost choke on his own as he heard Mindy, stuttering for a while before Mindy Reassured him that it’s okay.

stepping up, Mark was told to take Emily’s breasts in hands, to press around it and check for lumps, it seemed like an actual exam until Mindy told him to play bilecik escort with the nipples, causing Emily to moan even further.

Emily herself could not believe this, she was sitting there in front of her friends and a strange boy in nothing but her panties, the boy was playing with her breasts, and despite the fact that she knew her friends were doing this to make sure she was fine, it still made her so horny.

Once satisfied, Mark sat back on his own bed to let Mindy finish the check up.

“Now I would like to take your temperature, Emily, get on all fours and take your panties off.” Mindy said, brandishing a thermometer in a rubber gloved hand.

“Do I really need to take my panties off just to take my temperature?” Emily asked, a bit perplexed and quite embarrassed.

“This is an anal thermometer, so yes.” That sentence alone made Emily blush further, but nevertheless, she followed the orders and pulled down her panties, then turned around and got on all fours on the bed, giving everyone a clear look at her fully shaven and now soaking wet pussy and puckered anus.

“Well, at least we’ll be able to get that thermometer in without trouble.” Mindy said, her tone bemused as she slid a finger inside Emily’s sopping wet pussy, moving her finger back and forth until it was covered in her juices, then took that finger out and smeared some of the juices against her anus, all while Emily moaned in a honeyed tone at the intrusive toying.

Finally, Mindy stuck the thermometer into Emily’s pussy, repeating the same motions she had performed with the finger, before inserting it into her now lubricated anus.

“Excellent, now just stay there for ten minutes to let the thermometer settle on the correct temperature.” Mindy instructed Emily, who was now clearly fidgeting from her arousal.

After only a minute, Mindy spoke up again:

“Alright Emily, last thing we need to check, we can do it while we wait.” Mindy said authoritatively as Emily began to wiggle her bottom in frustration.

“Yes Mindy?” Emily replied in a meek, frustrated tone of anticipation.

“I need you to masturbate for as long as you can, don’t stop until the thermometer beeps” This was it, Mindy and Candy had been waiting for.

“But… Why?” Emily asked in one last attempt to question the humiliating process.

“We need to make sure you can properly achieve orgasm, and the nature of your libido.” Mindy explained, Emily didn’t ask why she needed to do so, considering how often her friends saw her orgasm multiple times, not to mention countless other people as well, but there must have been a reason why her friends asked this of her now, it must be just a formality of the exam.

“I’ll do my best.” Emily nodded and went to town.

Mark couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Emily in stunned bingöl escort silence, her face buried in the bed, ass in the air, one hand mauling away at a hanging breast, the other plunging two fingers into her pussy immediately, pumping away furiously and making lewd sounds as the juices churned in Emily’s loins.

Emily’s moans were unrestrained, despite being in school and next to a window, Emily rocked back and forth in place as she fingered herself towards a huge orgasm.

Finally, Emily reached her climax as her fingers plunged deep into her wet pussy, her juices leaking out onto her inner thigh, but surprisingly, even to Candy and Mindy, Emily just kept going beyond her orgasm, she pumped away, her breathing getting faster and more excited.

From the other three’s count, Emily orgasmed three times before the thermometer went off and all tension left her body entirely, just at that moment, ass slumping down in exhaustion as Emily breathed deeply, this was the greatest pleasure she’d felt in her life!

Emily could feel someone pull the thermometer out, but what she didn’t expect was for Cindy’s voice to come from behind her:

“Emily! What on earth are you doing, you naughty girl!” Emily heard Cindy’s stern voice and turned around, instantly re-energized by the fear Cindy inspired.

“I’m… I’m sorry Cindy.” Was all that Emily could manage.

“Look at Mark, the poor boy, he can’t even sit straight.” Cindy’s comment drew Emily’s eyes over to Mark’s crotch, and sure enough, Mark was sporting what seemed to be a very uncomfortable erection “It’s your responsibility to take care of that, you selfish girl, on your knees.”

Emily immediately knew what she meant, and stepped off the bed, settling down in between mark’s legs.

Mark, on the other hand, was slower on the uptake, most likely due to how unbelievable this all was, but soon enough, he was more than eager to bring his pants down and let his hard cock hang in front of Emily’s blushing face.

Emily made no qualms about her punishment, she took in stride and opened her mouth to let in the stiff shaft as she bobbed her head along, tongue swirling around the head and swallowing it in as far as she could.

Of course, after such a show, Mark was not far off from orgasm himself, when he began to moan and tense up, Emily pulled her head back and began jerking him off, as Mark spurted his hot spunk all over Emily’s face.

“That’s better, now Emily, I want you to go to the restrooms and clean yourself up.” Cindy barked out her order while pointing at the office door.

“Um… Can I have my clothes back?” Emily asked timidly, suddenly remembering her modesty and covering up her privates.

“No, you silly girl! Do you want to get them dirty? First go clean up, then come back for your clothes.” Cindy retorted, and in response, Emily ran out the door, completely naked and face covered in semen.

“Is… Is she always this gullible?” Mark, still not sure this was all real, asked Cindy as he got his shirt back and got dressed.

“What can I say, our Emily is young, dumb and full of cum.” Mindy shrugged as Candy laughed.

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So… I’m an old married guy. I’ve been married since I was nineteen and now I’m fifty-three. We, my wife and I, I mean, have something that’s pretty, rare now days. We’ve been married for the entire time, thirty-four years. I’m sure most of you would think it was because we’re so wonderfully in love and we share everything and are so open and honest with each other. Bullshit! I’m here to tell you, right now, marriage is all about understanding what to say to your spouse and what not to say. If your wife asks if she looks pretty, I don’t care what you think, you had better smile and tell her that she looks as beautiful now as when you married. Your life might depend on it and I’m convinced your marriage definitely does.

And it’s compromise, too, that’s what it is! If she wants to have a candle lit meal at a French restaurant and you want a steak and a beer, you need to let her have her way. If she wants to watch some chick-flick on Lifetime and you’re watching a ball game you better have a little TV in the basement. It’s because I believe in compromise in our marriage that I go shopping at the mall with her once a month.

She just kind of goes nuts at the mall. She has to look in every dress shop there and she always buys something and swears to me that it was on sale and was some fantastic deal. I let her shop where she wants and buy what she wants. I make enough that it isn’t a problem as long as she doesn’t go overboard. I follow her for a while, but then I can usually tell her I’m tired of walking and I find a seat on the husband bench until she’s finished and we can go home.

It’s better now that the mall has Wi-Fi. I take the laptop and watch a digital feed game, or do my weekly expense reports. It’s a little hard to concentrate, though, because I like to do what I call ‘window-shopping.’ It never fails that the women in the mall dress pretty nice. They don’t usually want the other women to see them looking shabby, so they wear the tight jeans or the short skirts and get their hair fixed nice. I like to watch the women in the mall. Alright, I’m married, I know I can’t touch. I’m window-shopping.

Last month there wasn’t a game on and the wife had just kissed me and was heading for the shoe store, so I took a seat on the bench and started shopping. My wife wasn’t even out of sight and I was already checking out this college girl. She was walking past in a little cotton pleated mini-skirt and cut-off tee, with one of those pink hoody things. The hoody was too short to cover her waist, but the sleeves were so long that they flopped past her wrists to her palms and the hood too small to actually wear. Besides her legs, which were really nice, what caught my attention was her hair. I’m a hair man. She had this fantastic, too-blond, long hair that was way past her shoulders and just all over spilling down her back.

I sat on the bench a little bit watching the girls go by and she came back up the other side. We were on the second floor, and there was an open area between my side and her side where you could look down at the first floor through the handrail. She strolled up and sat down right on the other side across from me, right on the bench on the far side. I can’t help but check out her legs. She had the greatest skinny college girl legs with smooth, round knees and a little pair of topsiders, canvas, tennis shoes.

She was just sitting there and she took out a spiral notebook and started reading. I figured she must be doing her homework or something. She sat there the longest time. I filled up my eyes checking out her legs and her heart-shaped, pretty face and wishing she would shift enough so that I could see up her skirt a little. Ok, so I’m a pervert. Life is short, at my age I get all the thrills I can. Eventually a girl walked by that caught my attention and I watched her until she was out of sight, then I looked back.

She must have turned a page while I was looking away, because her spiral notebook page had something written on the back, the page facing me, in big magic-marker letters that said, “Hi, I’m Brittney.” I thought it was sort of funny. She must have been writing a note to some guy and it was still in her notebook. I probably smiled about it and thought how lucky the guy was. I didn’t know who she was flirting with, but I hope somebody somewhere was getting something off of that tiny, little, college-girl body of hers.

But then she turned another page and there was another note written on it in magic-marker that said, “I like to show off.” I was thinking, “what does that mean.” Was that note for me, or was it still something bitlis escort she wrote to some guy at school? She was just sitting there, smiling, and still reading her notebook. I thought that she must know what was written on the back of the notebook, since it was probably what she had been looking at before she turned the page, unless she was turning a few pages at a time. Was that what she was doing?

She was still smiling when she turned the page. Now the back of the notebook said, “if you like me, scratch your chin.” I was scratching my chin instantly without even thinking. It was sort of automatic.

She had barely glanced up, but she was still smiling. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs and I watched every microsecond. She was sitting pretty proper and I didn’t see anything except the back of a little of her thigh. It was good, though. Smooth California tanned legs as far as the eye could see.

She just sat like that for a while, but I didn’t take my eyes off of her. I don’t think a fire alarm would have made me take my eyes off of her. I had pretty much decided that she had been flirting with some college guy and I was just imagining that she was sending me messages but I was seeing what she had written to him. But I was still watching. I was just hoping she would move a little more when she turned a page again.

She did this one a little different. She put the notebook on her lap so that I couldn’t see the back of it and grabbed a divider on a page and turned it. I could see it had magic-marker on it when she turned it, but I didn’t see what it said until a minute later when she lifted it just enough so that I could read it. Now it said, “if you want to see my breast.” That was all there was room for on the page. She laid it back on her lap after she let me see. I couldn’t wait for the rest of the message. I was sitting there nodding my head up and down like an idiot.

She turned the page, still smiling, but never really looking at me, as if she was just a girl sitting on a bench in the mall and reading. The new page said, “tug your ear.” I tugged my ear right away. I didn’t know if she ever saw. She was pretty cool about it. She just sat there and smiled and let the notebook back down on her lap. In a few seconds she slipped her hand to the bottom of her tee shirt, just inside her open hoody and it seemed like she was absent-mindedly scratching an itch on her ribs. Instead her hand raised the tee shirt just far enough that I caught a quick glimpse of the bottom lobe of her breast and a quick shot of tiny, brown nipple.

It seemed like it was getting a little hot in the mall, all of the sudden. I was pretty excited, I’m not kidding. She was just sitting there smiling. I think it occurred to me about this time that there might be someone else watching, so I looked around me and in the store behind, but there wasn’t anyone there. When I looked back she had already turned a page and the new page said, “want to see again?” I pulled my ear, again.

Very slowly she ran her hand to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it slightly. I saw a pierced belly button and she moved like she was scratching again, only the shirt came up far enough that I saw a perfect nineteen-year-old, B-cup breast with a small innocent looking nipple and an untanned triangular bikini line running across it.

If I close my eyes I can still imagine it. It was perfect and perky, with smooth skin. I’m not a big breast guy. I love the small ones. I love thinking about how it would feel and taste and how the tiny little nipples would react when sucked on and nibbled.

I only saw it for less than a second, but it was great, etched forever indelibly on my brain. She let the tee shirt back down and just sat there, smiling. In a few minutes she turned a page again. The back page said, “want to see the other one?” Ear tug.

She shifted a little, smiling the entire time, eyes down…she was reading a notebook, after all. She shifted the notebook to her left hand and the right one slid along her tiny waist and flipped the bottom of her tee shirt to expose her left breast to me for a heartbeat or two, and by now my heartbeat was a little fast. Her smile broadened a little and she shifted again. By now I was a little uncomfortable myself. I had a tent going that was a little painful. Here was this gorgeous, young girl toying with me and I was having a day I would remember for a long time. I was hoping my wife would take her time shopping.

The girl turned another page. “Both?” it said. I tugged an ear and she turned a page and bolu escort it said, “wait.” I was waiting. For the first time she was openly looking around. She looked up the mall one way and the other, and even looked down to the first floor. Some people were passing by behind me, then some more, but in a few minutes she leaned up a little and looked down and she raised her shirt up completely, giving me an unobstructed view of her firm, beautiful breasts. They weren’t big, but they were so nicely shaped like firm nectarines, the smooth skin crossed by tan lines. Before the next bunch of shoppers passed she had let her shirt back down. For the first time she looked directly at me and smiled a broad smile.

I thought I was in love. If I had been thirty years younger I would have been buying roses. I was hoping we weren’t finished. She shifted in her seat and uncrossed her legs, a movement that I didn’t miss.

Page turn…sign says, “more?” Ear tug. She grinned her pretty girl grin again and she messed with the hem of her skirt. Her knees parted just a little. I got the idea she was toying with me. She looked at me again and turned a page in the notebook.

She left the notebook in her lap for just a few seconds more while some shoppers walked past, then she held it up. “I’m a magician,” it read. That one seemed a little strange. Another page turned, she held it down for a minute and toyed with the hem of her skirt, then lifted the notebook and I read “Now you see it…” “See what,” I was thinking?

Her knees spread a little more and she flipped up the edge of her skirt like she was straightening it and I caught a quick view of white panties. I must have been grinning like an idiot.

She didn’t hesitate this time, but she turned a page and laid the notebook in her lap, picked at the hem of her skirt, and the next thing I read was “now you don’t.” The perfect round knees came apart again and she tugged at her skirt, but this time I caught sight of a smoothly shaved pussy with what looked to be a tiny patch of pubic hair above it.

The look on my face must have been a riot, because she broke into a huge smile and gave a little laugh. She turned the pages of the notebook back to where it had been before and flashed the page that said “Now you see it…,” again. “She has that backwards,” I was thinking. She giggled a little bit as she played with the hem of her skirt. When she straightened her skirt this time she moved a little slower and more deliberately and she was wearing panties again. She broke into a little snicker and turned the pages again. “Now you don’t” I read again. She picked at the hem of her skirt again and raised it and I was looking at her trim, smooth pussy lips again. She laughed a little college girl laugh, this time, and fell a little sideways, but straightened up again and flipped back a few pages. I read “now you see it…” again and she picked at the hem of her skirt, lifted it, and I saw a pretty pair of demure, teenage girl, white panties, then flipped pages forward and flashed “now you don’t” and picked at her skirt. She flashed me again, this time giving me a nice long look as she shifted her feet and ankles a little pigeon-toed and parted her legs. I got a wonderful look at her tight pussy and for the first time I noticed that the neatly trimmed patch was shaped like a tiny exclamation point.

She straightened up and fixed me in a wicked look with a little mischievous smile while she flipped pages. She sat up straight on the bench, gathered herself a little and turned a page in the notebook. “See it all?” it said. I had to keep myself from tugging my ear off. She just almost openly laughed. Pages turned. “Wait,” it said.

She innocently looked around her, checking for other shoppers and people walking past. It was tearing me up that the mall was busy that day. I found myself silently cursing the shoppers, slowly walking along and talking about this window and that store. An old lady was toddling along and a lady with a baby in a stroller went by. I was seriously ready to tear out some hair, if I had enough hair to grab anymore. In a few minutes, though, there was a break in the traffic. She fixed me with a direct look and raised her eyebrows at me in a coquettish look. Her tee shirt quickly lifted and exposed both her perfect, nubile, young breasts to me and she lifted the edge of her skirt. I was looking at a beautiful young girl as near to completely naked as I had seen in years.

I couldn’t have been more excited if I had won the lottery. I knew she was playing a game with me and I had no burdur escort hopes that a married fifty-three year old guy was going to be seduced by a blond, vivacious college girl, but it was certainly the most excitement that I had in a long time. I just sat there drinking in the smooth, slim lines of her young figure and thinking about the way her perfect, naked skin looked. The biggest surprise was yet to come.

She actually stood up and walked across the little bridge between my side and hers and sat down on the other side of my bench, close enough that her side was touching mine. She twisted around and started talking to me.

“Did you like that,” she asked?

“Oh, God, yes,” I blurted out to her. I was turned enough to see her and studied the lines of her face.

“I like doing that.” She tilted her head a little to nod to the rotunda at the center of the mall a few stores away. “See the guy down there in the green jacket?”

I looked to see a slim, dark haired guy standing at the railing and watching us.

“That’s my boyfriend. We both like doing this. It’s exciting for us.”

“Your boyfriend doesn’t mind if you do this?”

“No, he likes that men look at me and think I’m sexy. It makes him want me more.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, when we leave we’re going back to our apartment and make out like crazy.”

“Do you always do this here at the mall,” I asked? I was hoping for another free show someday.

“No, we aren’t even from here. We pick a different place every time.”

“Too bad.”

She grinned at me. “You’re a cute old guy. I saw you with your wife when you sat down. That’s sweet.”

“Oh?”

“Would you do something for me?”

“Um,” I wasn’t too sure about what she was going to ask me, “yeah, I guess.”

“I just want something to think about. When your wife comes back and you get home, have sex with her…,” she leaned over close like she was being confidential, “and think about me.”

“Oh I think you can be certain about that.” I grinned at her big.

“Is she anywhere around right now?”

I looked up and down carefully before I told her that she wasn’t around.

She stood up and leaned over to me, making her little scratching movement as she did and when she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek I felt her bare nipple brush my arm.

“Bye,” she said and briskly walked away. I watched her pretty ass bouncing under her skirt the entire way to her boyfriend. They kissed a long, warm kiss and he walked her off laced arm in arm. She turned back once and smiled at me and gave a little wave.

I had the damnedst time waiting for my wife to come back. I wanted to go looking for her once or twice, but she finally showed up about a half-hour later. She had to show me all the fabulous things she bought, so I listened, or pretended to, intently. I walked her to the car, carrying all the bags and let her tell me about what great bargains she found and what a smart shopper she had been.

We got home and I let her try on a dress to show me and I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her. I just grabbed her. I told her that seeing her in her new dress made me remember how beautiful and sexy she was, and I wanted to lay her down on the bed and make love to her right that minute. She protested quite a bit, but she always did love sex, so it didn’t convince me.

“What if the kids come home,” she was trying to ask me?

“Johnny got paid yesterday and Tom has that girlfriend of his. They’re supposed to be home by midnight, but I don’t think we’ll see them before that.” I wrapped her up in my arms and started kissing her neck. She started shuddering. She never could resist that, when I kissed her on the neck.

I locked the bedroom door and got her new clothes off and the two of us, fifty-three years old, both, made love like teenagers. At least, I was pretending she was a teenager. Sure, it took some doing and some imagination, but it really wasn’t that difficult. I always did love her body. I played with her breasts and held them up until they almost seemed to be the breasts of a young, college girl. I kissed her skin and played with her and then I made fierce love to her, as fierce as my middle-aged heart would let me. I think I broke my promise a little. I didn’t think strictly of Brittney the entire time. I slipped a few times and was just thinking of my wife some.

When we finished she laid up next to me and wanted to know what got into me that day. I did what a good husband that wants to keep a good marriage should do. I lied my ass off. I told her that I had been watching her try on clothes that day and I just remembered what a beautiful, sexy woman she was, and I wanted to make love to her. She cuddled with me and smiled.

“Well, if watching me try on clothes affects you like this, I need to take you to the mall more often.”

Oh, hell. Compromise, man.

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