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“Yes? You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Ah, Miss Connors. I just finished speaking to Miss Cassidy and she seemed surprisingly chipper for once. She spoke quite highly of you in particular. Said her meeting with you had been a very informative and inspiring experience.”

“Ohh. What…exactly did she say?”

“Oh, a great many things. Such as how you provided actually useful feedback for once, showed you were clearly well-versed in the kind of experiences she was looking for in her writing material, finally understood what we are looking for in the books we publish, that sort of thing. She claimed she might even have an idea for a new story entirely thanks to you.”

“I…I see.”

“I understand she is a very difficult client to work with, Miss Connors, but she is a very important one, so I would like you to know that I greatly appreciate the work you have put in with her. Nobody else in our company has been able to reach Miss Cassidy in nearly the same capacity as you have today. The next time she needs a little one-on-one time with us, I’ll know exactly who to turn to.”

“G…great.”

“Are you feeling well, Miss Connors? You look awfully red, and you’re shaking an awful lot.”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t need to lie to me for the sake of your job, Miss Connors. And you shouldn’t. Go on. Take the rest of the day off. You’ve earned it.”

“I…I…alright. Thank you, sir.”

***

Carol thought the way clothes felt on her body yesterday was bad, but after her meeting with Elaine, they had become even more unbearable. Whereas before they closed in on her like a coffin, today it was more apt to say they were piercing her flesh like an iron maiden. It almost hurt to wear them, made her feel dizzy and feverish, even sick to her stomach. It didn’t help that they were wet here and there with spilt coffee. At least, she hoped that wetness was just from spilt coffee.

But more than anything else, her hands seemed to be operating on their own accord. They wanted to pop every button off her blouse until her breasts popped out, they wanted to peel every inch of nylon off her legs until they were left completely bare, they wanted to stroke every erogenous area on her body until she burst again. Every ounce of her willpower had to be devoted to keeping one hand firmly grasped on the other to prevent either from stripping her bare while she talked to her boss. Even that was shaky. Or maybe it was just her legs that were shaky. With how violently they were trembling, Carol’s ability to stand up for any length of time could only be described as a miracle.

Miracle…I seem to be experiencing a bunch of those, lately.

Carol didn’t wait until she got home before she began to take her clothes off. The second her car door slammed shut, she was already tearing voraciously into them, starting with her shoes. She tossed them so contemptuously into her backseat that she could hear the heels snap. Her stockings followed; she didn’t so much peel those off her legs as she ripped them off, tearing numerous holes in the fabric and ruining them completely. She didn’t care. They were clothes. She hated them. Hated how they covered her body, hated how they stuck to her skin so tightly, hated how they gave her so little room to breathe. If Carol never had to wear stockings again, it would be too soon.

“And…there! Ahhhhhhhh. Much better.” Carol let out a deep sigh of relief once she slid her skirt off. She was bottomless now. From the waist down, she didn’t have a thread or a stitch on her body. And it felt so good! Even her skin seemed to be moaning with happiness. Things were much less tight around her, air circulated in and out of her lungs more freely, and the temperature just seemed to drop dramatically in and around the mother the more nude she got.

“I should be allowed to be like this all the time,” she murmured as she rubbed her thighs and wiggled her toes. “And I could be…if I converted to Zenrism.”

Her smile faltered with that thought. Convert to Zenrism. That would definitely solve all her problems. Heck, it would give her everything she ever wanted in life. Permanent 24/7 nudity! Bodily freedom! Sexual liberty! It was everything a woman could ever ask for.

But…it was a big step. One that would no doubt turn her whole life upside-down. It would change the way everyone looked at her, it would dictate the things she would do, the crowds she would run with, and so on. And Carol wasn’t so sure she was ready to make such a massive change so soon. She couldn’t help but be a little suspicious of it as well; Zenrism sounded too good to be true. There was a definite catch to it, there had to be. It was a cult after all, one that would expect her to believe in all kinds of nonsense.

But then, how nonsensical could it actually be? Strange things were happening the moment she learned about it. Henrietta forgot to put her clothes on the one time. Carol was forgetting izmit escort to put her clothes on every single day. And she was stripping herself naked without realizing it. Wearing clothing was getting more uncomfortable by the day, the hot coffee didn’t affect her at all, in fact, now that she thought about it, it didn’t affect Maisie either when it spilled all over her the other day. Was it just as the Holy Scripture said in the story of Kinuse? Were Zenrists really resistant to fire and heat?

And then there were the words that the priestess whispered in her ear as they made love in the grotto.

“I need…I need to think about this,” said Carol. Realizing she had been sitting in her car for ten minutes without any pants on, she decided it was time to get a move on. Turning the key in the ignition, the mother rolled the vehicle out of the parking lot and drove away.

***

Driving bottomless was great, but it wasn’t enough. Carol’s breasts were still trapped in the confines of her blouse, and the way they were pushing against the fabric told her they were screaming for freedom like two hungry babes. So when she stopped at her first red light, Carol wasted no time in giving them their wish. She was naked now, completely butt-naked in her car, and no one was the wiser. No one except maybe the two people in the van right next to her who were staring at her with eyes the size of saucepans.

“Uh…hi,” Carol giggled as she gave them a nervous little wave, not knowing what else to do. Fortunately, the light chose that moment to turn green, mercifully giving her a reason to vamoose. “Bye!”

So here Carol was, driving in her car totally naked. It had been a while since she did that and she forgot how…fun it was. Sure, she got to ride with Henrietta as a passenger a few days ago, but this was different. Carol had full control of the situation now. She could drive as fast or as slow as she wanted, pull up as close to the curb as she liked, and decide for herself if she wanted to go left or right. In essence, she had a choice in who she could reveal her naughty little secret to. That college-age group of girls entering the cafe? The old man with the cane on the crosswalk? The despondent-looking mother exiting the grocer with two bags of food in her hands? All viable marks.

N-not that she would of course! Such a thing would most definitely get Carol in trouble, and she didn’t want to push her luck anymore. Not after she miraculously dodged that cannonball with Elaine. But if I were a Zenrist, there wouldn’t be any luck to push…

She let that thought hang until she pulled into her apartment building’s parking lot. She very nearly opened the door and stepped outside before remembering that she was still naked. Riding around in the car without a thing on was one thing, nobody had to know what she was doing (and few people did). But it was another thing altogether to stroll outside in the…altogether. Everyone would see what she was doing, and there would be no way to deny it. Carol would need to put something on first.

But as the mother gazed at her assorted clothes, which had been tossed haphazardly around the car, a feeling of despondence seemed to fall over her. She didn’t…want to put them on. She didn’t want them covering her breasts, her stomach, her back, her thighs, her butt, her anything. She didn’t want them anywhere on her body! Not even for the couple minutes it would take just to walk from her car to her apartment. And now that she was looking at her blouse lazing about on the passenger seat, Carol couldn’t help but feel her skin crawl simply from seeing how close it was to her. It was like it could, at any moment, leap up and pounce on her, covering her beautiful skin with its odious fabric.

“Screw it,” she said, flinging the door open without a second thought. “I already showed everyone on this street my naked body. What’s flashing myself one more time gonna hurt?”

Carol shivered with joy as she stepped out and the sun hit her bare skin, warming it in all the best ways. Goddess, these were the moments she lived for. That she used to live for. That she could live for. That she would do anything to live for. To live nakedly every minute of every day, to feel the very essence of the world with her every inch of skin. The sun caressed everything; its rays crept down her thighs, over the contours of her back, along the slopes of her breasts, and even crawled between her buttocks and slightly parted lower lips. Even the soles of her bare feet were not spared the sun’s touch as they took in its warmth from the ground.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she stretched herself out, thrusting her breasts into the air just to expose them to more of the sun’s warming light. This feels divine. Being naked is such a blessing. Why can’t more people realize that?

Deciding that she had spent enough time soaking in the rays, Carol locked her car and headed gebze escort inside, leaving her clothing behind.

***

Carol hummed a cheerful tune as she mopped up the floor. Since coming home, she had spent the last couple hours cleaning the apartment and erasing all evidence of her and Katy’s illicit activities, and like everything else she had done at home for the past week, she did it nude. It was such an interesting change of pace doing housework like this. Her breasts jiggled back and forth as she swept up the floorboards, air rushed in between her spreading butt cheeks each time she bent down to pick something up, and the sound of her footsteps changed as her bare soles slapped against linoleum tiles that started off dry and dirty and ended pleasantly damp and clean. It was almost like taking a reverse bath, where instead cleaning her naked body, her naked body was cleaning the world.

“It’s been a long time since I did this,” she mused. Back when Robert was still alive, she would do everything in whatever home they shared in the buff. She slept in the buff, ate in the buff, read in the buff, watched TV in the buff, and yes, even did domestic chores in the buff. Even back then, she had learned doing something as mundane as sweeping the floor could be turned into a fun activity if it was done without any clothing on. Carol chuckled at the memory of how she used sway her hips playfully and seductively with the broom. Her poor husband couldn’t get anything done whenever she got busy.

Carol sighed. She missed those days. They just seemed so liberated and carefree.

In any case, the apartment was clean now, and with a little potpourri or some incense, it would smell good as new. Nobody would have to know what wicked things Carol had done in the meanwhile. Besides Katy of course. And Henrietta. And…whoever else Carol decided to be open about her sex life to. But never Mindy and Erin! They didn’t need to know. For their own good.

Thinking about her daughters caused Carol’s eyes to stray over to their bedroom door. Was it really as clean as she remembered it being? There didn’t seem to be any sign of any lewdness last time she checked, but she couldn’t be sure. She had only looked in for a moment.

“Eh, wouldn’t hurt to check again.”

The room looked just as untouched now as it did this morning. The beds were immaculately made without a single wrinkle to be found in the sheets, the chairs were still upright, and all the various papers, books, writing utensils, and other things the girls kept on their desks were still in place. Mindy’s was a little messier, but that was to be expected. If any sexual shenanigans had occurred in here, Carol couldn’t see them.

I do wonder though, if they ever got into any sexual shenanigans themselves?

That was one thing Carol was certain she would never know for obvious reasons, but being a mother, she couldn’t help but at least be a little concerned about it. Erin had one boyfriend that she was aware of, though Carol hadn’t met him yet, and as far as she could tell, Mindy was single. However, it was possible both of them had some secret paramours in the past she never found out about.

Carol wasn’t too worried about them getting any unwanted pregnancies. She told them all there was to know about having sex safely and responsibly. She just…hoped that if they were having sex, it was with good people, and that they were ready for it, and that they didn’t feel any pressure, and…and…

…And I hope maybe they’re willing to experiment with girls.

Ah, girls. If there was one thing Carol regretted more than giving up her nudist lifestyle, it was taking as long as she had to discover, or perhaps just admit to, her attraction to the fairer sex. Because ever since she got her first taste of feminine flesh, rubbed her face between her first pair of breasts, ground herself on her first womanly flower, she couldn’t get enough of it. She liked lesbian sex. She loved it. Maybe even more than straight sex. And she wanted her daughters to discover and experience all the wonders of lesbianism earlier than she had because…because…

“…Because it is what the Goddess made us for!” she said clasping her hands to her chest and squeezing her breasts sumptuously.

Carol stopped her ministrations. “What did I just say? No, scratch that, what am I doing? I can’t do this in my daughters’ room!” Hastily, she scurried out and shut the door behind her, her whole body red as a beet.

“Damn it. I’ve been putting this off long enough,” she said, marching straight to her purse where the Scripture awaited her. “It’s time to confront this issue of mine head on and straight from the source!”

She needed to speak to the Zenrists themselves, hear from them just what was going on with her. Carol figured she could easily find a website via a search engine, and from there find a darıca escort number she could call, but it would save time if she just checked the book for the URL outright.

It turned out the Scripture saved her a few more steps than she thought it would. For while the book’s title page did indeed include a URL leading to what she assumed was the Zenrists’ home page, it also had a phone number written in pink-colored ink and big loopy characters along with a message saying “Call me! XOXOXO!” The exclamation points were even dotted with hearts.

“Don’t tell me this is Celeste’s number,” she murmured. The woman just seemed so regal and dignified; Carol couldn’t even begin to picture her doing something so girlishly corny. “Well, might as well get on with it.”

She dialed the number, listened to the rings, and started bracing herself. She needed answers, and if she had to pry teeth out of that woman to get them, so be it. Nothing was going to get by Carol, she was ready to play hardball, and there was no way in hell she’d let herself get swayed by a pretty face—

“I’m here, my love,” said the sweet, soothing voice of Celeste on the other line. “Tell me what you need of me.”

“Eh heh, heh, heh!”

The sound of the priestess’ voice was enough to turn Carol into a puddle of goo on the spot.

“Caroline Connors,” said Celeste. Carol stiffened as the woman uttered her name. She could almost hear the Zenrist priestess curve her lips into a gentle and motherly smile.

“How…how did you know it was me?” said Carol who suddenly felt herself tremble all over.

“I recognized your voice,” answered the priestess. “I remember every little nectarine sound that dripped from your lips. Every moan you poured into my ear, every passionate cry you gifted to me as I gifted you, every murmur I drank from your throat when we kissed. And what I remember the most, childe…is the way you laughed. Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm!”

Carol could almost feel the whole world around her shake with Celeste’s subtle little laugh on the other end of the line. So gentle and comforting…like something she could rock herself to sleep to.

She gulped. “Celeste, I…I…I need help, and I…I don’t know where else to turn.”

“Then tell me what ails you, childe,” said the priestess. “Tell me what is troubling your mind, and I will offer you my guidance.”

Carol shivered. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she swore she could feel Celeste’s arms wrapping around her in a tight, maternal hug. She could feel the priestess rubbing her cheek against Carol’s own like an affectionate cat. She could feel the priestess’s lips on her ear as she whispered her sweet-sounding words to her. But such a thing wasn’t possible; Carol was at home, in her kitchen, a hundred miles away from the brilliant redhead living in the ornate Temple.

“It…it’s hard to explain, but the thing is,” Carol stammered, having no idea where to even begin. She intended to go into this hard, to demand just what kind of trick the priestess played on her, to treat this whole thing like it was an interrogation. But now that she was here, listening to Celeste’s voice, feeling like she was actually in her presence…she couldn’t find it in herself to feel angry or accusatory at all. “I think I’m losing control of myself.”

So Carol told Celeste all the strange things that had happened to her. All the times she stripped naked without realizing it, all the times she nearly forgot to put her clothes back on, all the times she felt the urge to tear the horrible, hateful things off her body, all the times she felt her lust overtake her or nearly overtake her. She told Celeste everything until she could tell her no more, and only when she finished did Carol realize she was beginning to tear up like a guilt-ridden child.

“There’s something wrong with me!” she wept. “Please, Celeste! Tell me what I should do! Because if this keeps up, I think…I think I’ll do something I’ll regret!”

“My childe,” cooed Celeste as her phantom arms tightened around Carol and pulled her ever closer to the priestess. “My poor, sweet childe. There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all.”

“But…but it hurts me to wear clothes!” said Carol. “What if I can’t wear them again? And what if I…what if I get caught somewhere I really shouldn’t be naked in? What if I assault some poor girl? What if…”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Celeste repeated much more firmly, firm enough to clam Carol up on the spot. “What you are experiencing, childe, is what every woman experiences as she undergoes her metamorphosis.”

“I don’t…understand.”

“In every person’s life, there are periods where they must undergo swift and rapid change within. From wombling to newborn. From newborn to child. From child to adolescent. From adolescent to adult. Every one of these periods of transition are marked by moments of confusion and emotional instability, all brought about from the pain of the body and soul growing so violently and forcefully. Bone pushing and piercing through muscle, humours pumping through the veins, needles clawing out of the skin…to say nothing of your first bleeding and all that comes with it. They are not pleasant experiences, as you no doubt can recall.

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Author’s note:

Like many of you reading this, I have been a faithful follower of BusyBadger’s series, A New Way of Seeing Things for nearly four years. I always thought I would like to try writing for Literotica too, even though I have little experience writing fiction, especially erotica. A recent medical event, that fortunately I fully recovered from, made me decide to get out the old bucket list and get started on it. Since writing a series on Literotica was on the list, here goes.

I have no idea how long the series will be but hope I can keep it going for a while. After writing the first three chapters, I feel like Dave & Lisa are good friends that I care about even though they are of course, fictional. So, if you like them too, I’ll keep writing as long as their story lasts. I welcome comments and suggestions but please understand that I’m a romantic at heart and believe good sex is a result of love, affection and consideration between those involved. If you agree with me on that, I think you will enjoy Dave & Lisa’s story, hopefully even the parts without sex. If not, well thanks for stopping by, but you might enjoy some of the other stories in Literotica more. Either way, thanks!

Setting: A small city in the Midwest.

Characters:

David (Dave) Thompson, age 52, widower for three years. Two grown children. Dave is the owner/operator of a commercial printing business and is a part time professional photographer.

Lisa Williamson, age 50, divorced for 10 years. Three grown children. Lisa is a high school English teacher.

Melissa Thompson, age 25, daughter of Dave, unmarried.

Chris Thompson, age 23, son of Dave, unmarried

Matthew Williamson, age 27, son of Lisa, unmarried.

Rachel McAllister, age 25, daughter of Lisa, wife of Travis.

Travis McAllister, age 26, husband of Rachel.

Stephanie Williamson, age 22, unmarried.

Synopsis: Dave and Lisa meet when he is asked to photograph the wedding of Lisa’s daughter, Rachel. A difficult divorce had left Lisa feeling unsure of herself, undesirable and not very sexy. Dave strongly disagrees with her self-assessment and begins to help her discover how beautiful and sexy she really is.

Chapter 1 Lisa Discovers Her Sexy Side—With Some Help

Lisa Williamson was nervous. She didn’t like having her picture taken. That was true in part because she was not comfortable with the way she looked. After her children were born, she never seemed to be able to get off the few extra pounds she had gained and to her embarrassment, most of those extra pounds eventually went to her chest. Over the years, her bra size had gone from the 32 B she wore on her wedding day many years ago, to the 36 D she wore today. Ok, she was really a 36 DD but only busty young women or old ladies wore cup size DD and since she was neither, (50 is NOT old, she kept telling herself) she usually squeezed herself into a 36D.

Lisa was blessed with long auburn hair and to her, this was her saving grace. When she was younger, her hair seemed to be what attracted men first. She knew she had a nice body back then, but nothing spectacular. It was her hair that had gotten her noticed. She was grateful that her auburn hair was still what people noticed first, not her extra pounds.

Of course, her ex-husband John had not complained about the extra pounds—right up to the day he announced he was in love with someone else and wanted a divorce. Then he had plenty to say, suggesting it was her fault that he had an affair with a woman ten years younger than she, because Lisa had “let herself go.” This from a man whose belt size had grown from a 30 when they married to a 44 when they divorced. Lisa might be an English teacher but her math was good enough to know that John’s waist was almost half again bigger than it was when she married him. “And his penis was half again smaller,” the slightly bitter side of her snickered.

That was ten years ago. After the divorce was finalized, John moved to Chicago, taking his new wife with him and leaving Lisa to finish raising their three children. Fortunately, they were good kids and had turned out OK. The only one she really worried about was Stephanie. She was only 12 when her father left and navigating her teen years without a father in the house seemed to have been a challenge for her. This was reflected in the way she talked and dressed. Lisa feared she was trying to use sex to attract attention from men; seeking the wrong kind of attention from them because she never got the right kind of attention from her father.

Lisa sighed and brought her attention back to the matter at hand. She had to get ready for the photographer—her fiancé. How had she ever let Dave talk her into this? Yes, he was a part time professional photographer, but still…

That was how they had met. He was the photographer for her daughter Rachel’s wedding earlier that year. His daughter, Melissa, was one of Rachel’s bridesmaids and when escort kocaeli bayan the photographer Lisa had hired backed out at the last minute, Rachel saved the day by asking her father, Dave Thompson, to photograph the wedding. He was an amazing photographer, making everyone comfortable and knowing just how to arrange the bridal party to get the best results. His candid photos during the wedding rehearsal and again at the reception captured moments in time that had become cherished memories.

When they were reviewing the photos, trying to decide which ones to have printed for the album, Lisa noticed there were a lot of her, not as many as there were of the bride of course, but still there seemed to be a lot more mother of the bride pictures than was usual. “I’m just imagining things,” she thought to herself—until her younger daughter, Stephanie said, “Wow! There sure are a lot of photos of you Mom. I think the photographer has a crush on you!”

“Don’t be silly, Steph.”

“No, she’s right Mom,” Rachel chimed in, “You’re in a lot of the photos and you look great.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Steph said, “And look at your cleavage! You look sexy! No wonder the photographer has the hots for you.”

“Steph!”

Lisa could feel her face redden, especially because her son-in-law Travis had been looking at the photos with them. Because she was uncomfortable with the size of her breasts, she tended to dress conservatively, trying to hide them. Her daughters had talked her into a dress for the wedding that was modest by today’s standards but felt a bit risqué to her, showing a hint of the cleavage that she had tried so hard to hide over the years. And if she was honest, when she leaned forward a bit, more than just a hint of her cleavage could be seen.

“Maybe if you’d showed off your boobs a little more, your husband wouldn’t have left you,” she thought to herself, followed quickly by “John didn’t leave me because I didn’t show my boobs enough. He left because he was a jerk! Anyway, he didn’t ask me to show my boobs. If fact, the last few years he rarely even looked at them.”

Bringing her thoughts back to the present, Lisa felt the butterflies in her stomach make their presence known as she again thought about the photos Dave was preparing to take. It turned out Stephanie had been right about why there were so many of her in the wedding photos. Soon after the wedding, Dave called Lisa, asking how they liked the photos and ended up apologizing for taking so many of her. “I just couldn’t help myself,” he said. “You looked so beautiful and the lens was just drawn to you.” They talked for over an hour and before the conversation ended, she found that she had agreed to go on a date with him.

Now, just three short months later, she and her daughters were planning her wedding. Which once more brought her mind back to the dress waiting for her. When Dave had talked her into letting him take some “engagement” photos of her, he specifically asked her to wear the dress she had worn to Rachel’s wedding—with another request. With a twinkle in his eye he asked her to wear a bra that enhanced the cleavage peaking from her dress. Embarrassed that he would ask such a thing, she shyly told him, “I don’t even have a bra like that.”

Handing her his credit card, he looked her in the eyes and said, “Buy one.” His smile widening, he lowered his voice and said, “Buy some sexy panties too!”

“Sexy panties!” she exclaimed, “You won’t even see them under the dress.”

“But it will drive me crazy knowing you’re wearing them.”

So here she was, wearing a bra and panty set that would be more appropriate for her daughters than for her 50-year-old body. Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to objectively evaluate the image before her. “Actually, not too bad considering my age,” she thought. “Sure, my boobs are bigger than I would like, and my hips are those of a woman who bore three children, but my stomach is still pretty flat and my legs look pretty good, if I do say so myself.” Although she couldn’t bring herself to think she was still pretty, she did like the way her hair framed her face.

She looked more closely at the bra and panties, thinking, “I bet Dave would love to see me wearing just these, without the dress. Just a couple more months, my love.”

Lisa had been a virgin when she and John were married. She had “saved herself” for her first husband and he was the only man she had been with. Perhaps because of that, she felt a self-imposed pressure to wait until they were married to have sex with Dave. She knew it was old fashioned but she felt like it was the thing to do. Or maybe she was just scared.

John had not been much more experienced and their lovemaking had never progressed much past brief foreplay and the standard missionary position. “Maybe if I had been more adventurous in bed, he wouldn’t have left me,” she thought, continuing her earlier self-recrimination. “Maybe he needed more. kocaeli otele gelen escort Maybe I needed more!” She hoped she could be everything Dave wanted and needed and secretly hoped that he could stoke the embers of sexuality that had recently been rekindled in her.

As she continued her self-evaluation, her hands brushed the swell of her breasts jutting out from her new bra, a blush involuntarily coloring her chest as she remembered the day she bought it. The day that started to change how she looked at herself. The day she started to believe she might still have a chance to be the sexy woman she secretly longed to be.

***

She had travelled to another city nearly an hour away because she was too embarrassed to buy sexy underwear in the small city they lived in. After all, she was a school teacher and might run into one of her former students or even worse, the parent of a current student working or shopping in one of the few clothing stores available here. She had driven to a woman’s boutique located in a large mall, praying she would not run into someone she knew. She even planned her arrival to be near closing time to reduce the chance of that.

When she arrived at the boutique, she went straight to the lingerie department and began to peruse the bras and panties trying to find something “sexy” in her size. Frustration set in quickly. “Apparently, women my age with large breasts are not supposed to look sexy,” she fumed. Just as she was about to give up, a young woman, probably in her early 30s, came up to her and asked if she could help. Her face coloring, Lisa quickly said, “No thank you. I’m just looking.” The woman mentioned her name was Alexa and that if she changed her mind, please let her know.

As Alexa turned to leave, Lisa quickly blurted, “No, wait. I guess I do need some help! I’m looking for something for my fiancé. No, I mean not for my fiancé, for me. My fiancé is a man of course. I’m looking for something to wear for him. Well, not that he will see it, I’ll be wearing a dress. But he wanted me to get a sexy bra and panties to wear under the dress so he will know I’m wearing them while he takes my picture and I…” She stopped, realizing she was rambling almost incoherently.

Alexa placed her hand on Lisa’s arm and said kindly, “I think I understand. Now, what’s your name?”

“Lisa,” she replied.

“Ok, Lisa, how about letting me help you find something that he is sure to like— whenever he gets to see it. Ok?”

Gratefully, Lisa nodded her head. “I’m sorry to be so silly,” she said, “but this is going to be my second marriage and the first didn’t end so well and my fiancé Dave is a really special guy and I want to look sexy for him and…” She paused then said, “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“That’s ok, “Alexa replied, “I think its sweet that you want to look sexy for, uh, Dave—is that right? Especially at your age. Wait, that didn’t come out right. I mean, you are a beautiful, mature woman and I just hope I look half as good as I do when I’m your age. And I hope I have someone special like Dave to look beautiful for. He’s a lucky man.” This last statement was made as Alexa’s eyes swept down and back up Lisa’s body, stopping briefly on her breasts before returning to her eyes.

At this, Lisa felt a little tingle go through her body, focusing on her nipples and between her legs. “What was that?” Lisa wondered to herself. “Was she checking me out?” “No, she’s not,” she quickly thought. “Besides, even if she is, I’m not attracted to her, she’s a woman!” “Deny all you want,” her naughty side answered, “but your body says differently.”

With a slight shake of her head to bring her back to reality, Lisa replied, “Thanks, but I’m the lucky one.”

“So Lisa,” Alexa said, “what did you have in mind for Dave?

“Well,” Lisa replied, “He is a photographer and he wants to take some engagement photos of me. He asked me to wear the dress I wore to my daughter’s wedding. That’s how we met; he was the photographer. The dress I wore had a “V” cut in front and I guess it showed a little cleavage. Dave wants me to wear that dress for the photos but with a bra that emphasizes my cleavage a bit more.” As Lisa said these last words, the blush in her chest and face began to rise again. “Oh, and he also wants me to get some sexy panties.”

“Yes, you mentioned that before,” Alexa replied and once again let her gaze travel Lisa’s body.

She then took control and asked, “You look like about a size 10 and a 36 D or DD. Is that right?” Lisa nodded and Alexa began pulling several bra and panty sets off the rack, each one seemingly briefer than the one before. None of them looked like anything Lisa could ever imagine wearing. “Let’s try these first,” Alexa said, “We can use the fitting room over here.” She led Lisa to an area at the back of the lingerie section with three drape covered booths located inside a small alcove izmit suriyeli escort with a short hallway. As they headed that direction, Alexa suddenly stopped and said, “Wait, did you bring the dress with you?”

“No, I didn’t think to.”

“Ok, let me see what I can find. Go ahead and try on the first set but wait for me before you try the next. I’ll be right back”

Lisa went into the last booth and closed the curtain, double checking it to make sure it was closed. Then she removed her blouse and skirt followed by her bra and panties. Her breathing picked up a notch as she looked at herself in the mirror, feeling the thrill of being naked with Alexa so near. “What has gotten into you?” she asked herself in a low voice.

Lisa quickly started putting on the bra and panties set that seemed to offer the most coverage, still much less than she was used to. She had the panties on and reached for the bra when she heard Alexa say, “How is it going?” while opening the curtain a few inches. Even though her back was to the curtain, Lisa moved her hands to cover her breasts. As she did, Alexa said, “Relax Lisa, there is no one here but me.”

Lisa quickly put on the bra and turned to see that Alexa had a dress in her hand, offering it to her. “Here,” she said. “This may not be quite like the dress you have but it does have a “V” cut neckline and might help you see what your dress would look like with the bras you are trying on.”

“Thanks,” Lisa replied and quickly pulled the dress on.

“Here, let me help you get that adjusted,” Alexa said and without waiting for a response, opened the curtain and started pushing and lifting Lisa’s breasts, trying to set them into place in the dress.

Almost in shock, Lisa let Alexa work her magic and was soon rewarded with a “There, that’s better. Look in the mirror and tell me what you think.” Lisa turned to the mirror and couldn’t believe it was her reflection she was seeing. The breasts she had tried for so long to hide were no longer hidden! In fact, they were very noticeable and looked—well, sexy. A quiet “Wow” escaped from her lips.

“You can say that again!” Alexa commented. “You look great; and very sexy!”

Lisa’s modesty began to fight back against the excitement of seeing her boobs look so, so…Wow! Her first thought was; “You can’t get that bra,” followed by a naughty thought, “Of course you can; but try the others on first, they might be even hotter.” Lisa stammered, “It uh, it, well, it, it looks good; but I don’t think I could ever wear something like this in public.”

“You said you wanted something that Dave would like, right?” Alexa reminded her. “Well he’s going to love the way that bra enhances your cleavage and from what I saw, he’s going to love the panties too!” “Still,” she continued, “Why don’t you try on a couple more before you make your decision. Get started and I’ll be right back.”

She left, closing the curtain behind her. Lisa removed the dress carefully and took off the bra and panties, remaining naked while looking over the remaining three sets. The first bra had some coverage but the fabric was lacy and a bit thin. The second bra was very sheer. She could see the outline of her fingers through the fabric. The third was lacy with sheerness in places, but not so much as the second. However it was very low cut, what they called a demi-bra and she was sure she her breasts would look like whale blubber in it.

Her modesty reasserting itself, she had finally settled on the first set when the curtain opened and Alexa poked her head in again. Lisa was facing Alexa and the open curtain, completely naked! She tried to cover herself and Alexa said, “Relax! You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, and it’s nearing closing time. Since there is no one else in the store right now, I locked the door. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of. At the risk of repeating myself, Dave is a lucky guy.”

“He, uh, he’s never seen me this way,” Lisa blushingly replied.

“His loss.” Alexa said. “He’s gonna flip when he does. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you, but then you won’t want him to, will you,” she said with a wink. “That’s a nice set you picked, but these are really for Dave, right? Try this set on,” she said, handing her the very sheer set.

Lisa quickly put on the bra and panties. She reached for the dress but before she could start to put it on, Alexa said, “Wait, let’s get you adjusted in those before you put the dress on.” Without waiting for a reply, she reached into the bra, and lifted first one breast, then the other, adjusting the fabric of the bra around each breast, her fingers brushing Lisa’s nipples as she did.

Lisa felt her nipples begin to harden. Embarrassed and willing them to return to normal, she again reached for the dress. Once again Alexa stopped her and said, “Let me see how the panties look on you. Turn around.” Her will to resist waning, Lisa slowly turned around and gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. Her nipples were poking through the bra and even the little bumps on her areolas could be seen through the thin fabric. She looked down and was shocked to see that the outline of her lips could be seen through the thin fabric of the panties even with the liner still in. Meanwhile, she realized that Alexa’s hand was traveling all over her bottom as she adjusted the panties.

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Weekdays had a way of wearing me down. School work was killing me this week, it seemed every class had a major paper or project due at the same time. It was Friday again and I was actually looking forward to the weekend, even though that’s when Elise seemed to get in the most trouble.

Over the last week she had been wearing less and less around the house, if that was at all possible. Last night she was walking around in just a bra and a tiny thong. The back of the panties was basically just a string so her whole ass was on display as she walked around. I even caught Jeff staring a few times.

Another time during the week I caught her coming out of the shared bathroom from her shower completely nude except for a towel on her head. She didn’t seem to have a care in the world that anyone could have seen her as she made breakfast then headed back to our room to get dressed for the day. Maybe it really didn’t matter at this point, everyone in the house already knew what she looked like naked.

Strangely enough I started getting used to it. It doesn’t even bother me anymore that she sends pictures to Shawn and Matt, it seems oddly normal. I guess I rationalized it in my mind by comparing living with Elise to living with a playboy model, sure everyone knows what she looks like, but I’m the only one fucking her.

Speaking of fucking, our sex life has been off the charts since she moved in. Elise seems to be horny all the time and if taking selfies helps with that I’m not going to rock the boat. She still insists that flashing the guys or sending them nudes doesn’t turn her on, I’m not completely sure I believe that, but I’ll take her word on it for now since she seems to believe it. One of the things I love about Elise is that she never hides things from me, she’s always tried to be honest and open.

Like I said, it was Friday and the final class of the day was almost over. I was eager to get home and relax after a crazy busy week. This last lecture was probably the most boring to date, and was glad when my phone buzzed to break the monotony.

It was a text from Elise. I was a little disappointed that there was no picture this time, she sent me a really hot pic of her bending over earlier in the day. Her ass looked amazing.

Elise: Hi Babe 🙂 Almost done?

Me: Yep

Elise: Cool! Come right home if you can. Need a favor.

Me: Sure. See you soon.

The class finally finished and I headed home. I was relieved that another week of school was finished and was just a little closer to being done for the year.

I had barely got in the door when Elise met me with a big hug and ushered me to the living room where my buddy Jeff was waiting.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

“You remember Sara right?” Jeff asked.

Of course I did. Back in the last year of high school, Sara was the only girlfriend Jeff had ever had. They were together for less than a year before she moved a couple hours away. It wasn’t too far away, but without a car or decent public transit it was hard to keep the relationship going and they soon broke up. Even though it wasn’t a messy breakup, Jeff still took it pretty hard. He wanted to try and make the relationship work, but Sara opted for the breakup. It took Jeff quite a while before he started dating again, I’m not sure he ever completely got over her.

I casually wondered what she looked like now, back in high school she was really tall, stick thin and a bit of a tomboy. She had a fairly cute face, not as good as Elise, but definitely above average. She was also really kind, which made the breakup even worse, it was hard to hate her. Still I took Jeff’s side and supported him how I could.

“Yeah, of course I remember Sara,” I replied.

“Well, she gave me a call earlier. She’s in town for a couple days with her new boyfriend and wanted to see me so I invited them over tonight.” Jeff said. I could tell there was more to this story.

“That’s good right? She was a good friend and we haven’t seen her in ages. It will be fun to catch up on things,” I replied hopefully.

Jeff sighed, “Yeah, it’s good I guess. But she has a boyfriend now, and I don’t want her to know that I’ve been single ever since the breakup.”

“Well, you have a good excuse. You’re in college. Just tell her you’re dating around and don’t want anything serious,” I said.

Jeff shook his head, “I don’t think she’d buy it. She knows me too well.”

“So what’s this favor, what do you want me to do?” I asked. I figured the favor had something to do with this.

Elise quickly spoke up. “Well, Jeff and I were talking and we thought that maybe I could be his pretend girlfriend for the evening while Sara’s here.”

I really didn’t understand why Jeff couldn’t just be honest with Sara. “Sara’s cool, I don’t see why you need to make up a story.”

“I know she’s cool, but I don’t want her to pity me. It will be awkward and she’ll worry that she broke my heart and I can’t get over her. It’s not true of course, but that’s what she’ll believe.” escort kocaeli Jeff explained.

“So you want Elise to be your girlfriend for a couple hours,” I said flatly. I really didn’t see the point in this. I thought I was the guy who overreacted, now it was Jeff.

“Come on, it will be fun,” Elise said jumping in. “Just like acting. You know how much I love acting. I was in the drama club in high school and everything.”

I shrugged, “Whatever, okay I guess.”

Jeff smiled as Elise clapped her hands excitedly.

“This is going to be really fun,” she said. “First we need to get our stories straight, Sara might ask us some personal questions.”

Jeff thought for a moment, “You’re right. Okay, well we can just go with the story of how you and Kevin met. I was there so we can just replace Kevin with me.”

“Yeah, good idea, that should work,” Elise said. “Plus I’ve known you pretty much as long as I’ve known Kevin so there’s shouldn’t be too many surprises.”

I sat down and listened as Elise and Jeff worked out their fake relationship story.

Elise turned to me. “There’s one more thing,” she said nervously.

“Okay, what?” I asked.

“Well,” she continued, “to be convincing we may need to be a little affectionate.”

I hadn’t thought of that and it didn’t make me too happy. “Affectionate huh? This is sounding more like Jeff is trying to make Sara jealous,” I replied.

“Well, maybe a little bit, Elise is probably the prettiest woman I’ve ever met,” Jeff admitted.

“Aww, you’re so sweet,” Elise said as she touched Jeff gently on the arm.

“So how much affection are we talking about here,” I said wanting to make sure I knew what they had planned.

“Not very much,” Elise quickly said as Jeff nodded. “Maybe just a little hand holding, or a hug, maybe a quick kiss. Not too much. It will be no big deal.”

I looked back and forth between the two of them as they looked back hopefully. “You’re going to owe me big time for this,” I finally said.

Jeff smiled broadly, “Yes! You’re the best friend a guy could ask for.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, “Don’t make me regret this.”

Elise came over and gave me a big hug and kiss, “This is why I love you so much. You really care about your friends. Tonight will be fun, I promise. Just pretend we’re acting in a movie. I promise things won’t get out of hand. Shawn and Matt are in on it too, so they will be playing along.”

If I could trust anyone it would be Elise and Jeff. Tonight would be odd, but it would be fine.

“They’re going to be here soon, I better get dressed for my starring role,” Elise said excitedly as she bounced down the hall to our room.

Jeff and I decided the easiest thing to do for dinner would be to order in some Chinese food, we were going to wait until Sara arrived and then everyone could choose what they wanted and we’d have a few drinks until it arrived.

The two of us started tidying up a little to pass the time, we didn’t want it to look too much like a bachelor pad.

“Sooo,” Jeff said, “you’re not going to freak out or anything if I have to kiss Elise right?”

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “If it was anyone else, no, but you’ve had my back forever. I can handle anything that comes along tonight.”

“Cool,” Jeff said relieved, “I’m sure things won’t go very far, I just want to be convincing. Sara’s always acted like she could have me back anytime she wanted, I just want her to think I’ve moved on and have someone better.”

“I understand,” I said. “Really I do. Just do what you have to do.”

Elise returned about fifteen minutes later wearing a white cotton miniskirt and a cute light pink t-shirt. She had pulled her long dirty blonde hair into a ponytail and put just a little makeup on. She looked really good, cute and a little sexy, but not nearly as revealing as she normally was around my roommates. I could also tell she was wearing a bra for a change.

Jeff nervously paced and kept glancing at the clock. “They’ll be here any minute,” he said to no one in particular.

Shawn and Matt were getting a kick out of Jeff’s nervousness. “You must still be really hung up on this girl to be this stressed out,” they joked.

The doorbell rang, Jeff took a deep breath and went to answer it. I went with him to greet Sara.

I have to admit, Sara looked great. I talked to her on the phone a couple times over the years and we occasionally trade emails but I hadn’t seen her in person in almost three years. Wow, did she ever change. Of course she was still tall, but she wasn’t so skinny anymore, she actually had curves and boobs. Not big boobs, but boobs none the less and she now had long black hair, a change from the simple bob cut she used to have. She was wearing a simple short sun dress that showed off her long legs brilliantly.

“Hi! Jeff, Kevin, It’s so good to see you!” Sara exclaimed as we answered.

We welcomed her in and there were warm hugs all around. It kocaeli escort really was great seeing an old friend again. Almost like old times.

Sara introduced us to her current boyfriend, “Guys, this is Scott. Scott, these are my old friends Jeff and Kevin.”

Jeff and I shook his hand and said our hellos before we led them into the house.

Scott seemed like an okay guy, at least in the couple minutes that we knew him. He was thin and rather average looking, but seemed friendly and a pretty good guy.

Jeff made the additional introductions. “Sara, Scott, these are my other roommates Matt and Shawn,” he said motioning to the guys. “And this is my girlfriend Elise.”

Elise smiled warmly and gave Sara and Scott friendly hugs, “It’s so good to meet you.”

Sara seemed slightly surprised that Jeff had a girlfriend, but returned the embrace and remarked, “It’s great to meet you too.”

Shawn and Matt said their hellos then excused themselves to the backyard beach so the five of us could catch up.

Sara sat on the sofa with Jeff while Scott and I grabbed a free chair. Elise, playing the happy girlfriend sat down on Jeff’s lap and put her arm around him. I was wondering if they could pull this off or if Sara would see right through it.

I watched as Elise tried to get comfortable sitting on Jeff. She got up slightly and shifted to sit lower down on his lap, in doing so she inadvertently opened her legs to me. I was surprised, but maybe I shouldn’t have been, to see straight up her miniskirt to her bare pantiless pussy. Maybe it was too much to ask that she be fully dressed for a change.

“Anyone need drinks?” I said as coolly as possible, slightly annoyed at the lack of clothing. Being naked around the house was one thing, but these were strangers to her. I took everyone’s orders and headed to the kitchen.

Elise immediately noticed my reaction and excused herself to help. “You two catch up, I’ll help carry in the drinks.”

She cornered me in the kitchen, and said worriedly, “What’s wrong? You look annoyed. All I did was sit on his lap. That’s completely innocent and I thought that’s what a girlfriend would do, right?”

“Where are your panties?” I asked.

Elise blushed. “It’s not what you think. All my white panties were dirty, and I couldn’t wear the colored ones because they’d show through the fabric and I really wanted to wear this skirt because it’s cute but not too sexy,” she pleaded.

I guess my look didn’t convince her I totally believed it.

“Honest,” she held up her hand as if taking an oath, “I’m not doing it for Jeff. Not directly anyway. I’ll admit it does make me feel sexy and a little naughty doing it in front of his old girlfriend, but that will just help me be more convincing in my role. We’re just acting right? I just want to be realistic for Sara. New girlfriends sometimes act jealous or possessive around old girlfriends and might try to show off.”

“Okay, it’s fine,” I relented, “just please be careful, you already flashed me once. I don’t want the whole neighborhood knowing you’re going commando.”

Elise turned her back to me, and leaned forward resting on the counter. “So I shouldn’t do this?” She giggled and flipped up the back of her skirt showing me her perfect bare ass.

She always knew how to defuse a situation and bring a smile to my face, I was overreacting once again.

I saw Elise grab the bottle of my high proof rum, pour a shot and quickly down it.

“Wow, that burns,” she winced.

“Hey! Careful with that, you’ll be blitzed before you know it,” I said taking the bottle and putting it away.

“I just need to loosen up a bit,” she said, “I think it will help me be more realistically affectionate. It feels really weird being with Jeff while you’re sitting there.”

“Yeah, well, let’s not get too realistic. Watch the drinking,” I told her.

Elise giggled, “Don’t worry. I’m going to have lots of fun tonight acting, but you’re going to get all the benefits later.”

We took the drinks back to the living room and Elise again took her spot on Jeff’s lap, this time being a little more careful about adjusting her skirt. She looked at me and gave a quick smile.

“So, tell me how you guys met? I know so little about Elise,” Sara asked Jeff.

Elise and Jeff took turns telling Sara a long rambling story filled with tangents about the evening they met. I have to say, it was pretty convincing. They were even finishing each other’s sentences like an old couple would. I’d almost believe it if it wasn’t for the fact the story was really about me and Elise.

Sara smiled and touched Elise’s hand, “That’s so sweet, I’m so happy Jeff found someone like you.”

“How about you and Scott,” Elise asked. “How did you two meet?”

“At a party, but our story is a little embarrassing to tell. I think I’ll need a drink first.” Sara said.

“I know just the thing!” Elise sprinted to the kitchen and returned kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan with a shot glass. “I was a little nervous about tonight too and I think this is helping.”

It did look like the strong alcohol on an empty stomach was already having an effect on Elise. She wasn’t drunk yet, but she was getting there. The rum is very strong plus she was almost finished her first wine cooler.

Sara took the shot and made a funny face, “God that’s awful”

Elise laughed, “I know right!” and poured a second for herself.

I wanted to step in here, but I worried that Sara and Scott would wonder why I was telling Elise what to do. I had to rely on Jeff, who so far seemed content to see the girls drinking.

We talked a bit more and I could see the drinking was really having an effect on Elise. She was becoming a little louder, a little goofy, more affectionate towards Jeff and less careful about her skirt. I was positive she’d shown Scott her goods a couple times already, possibly on purpose.

“Are you ready to tell your story yet?” Elise slightly slurred.

“Yeah, sure,” Sara replied. It looked like the drinking was starting to loosen her up too. “So we were at this party my friend was throwing. She’s can be a little wild at times and likes to drag people along. She had her eye on some guy and decided to see if she could catch him with a party game. So she pulls up this app on her tablet and starts pairing people up to play. No one really had much say in who their partners were, my friend just grabbed people at random then took the guy she liked for herself.”

Sara paused for a moment to take another sip of her drink then continued, “So anyway. I got paired up with Scott who I’d never bet before. The game, I guess, was like a truth or dare game, you enter the number of people, their names, their sex, who they’re a couple with, and then it automatically chooses a truth or a dare for everyone in turn.”

This didn’t sound so bad so far. I was wondering if Sara was just being dramatic by asking for a drink.

“The game started innocently enough,” Sara continued, “you know, little things like revealing your favorite sex position or kissing your partner for 10 seconds. Things like that. But there’s a ‘sexy’ setting on the app and as the game went on, my friend moved it to maximum.”

Elise was enthralled with the story so far. “What does maximum do?” She asked.

Sara blushed, “Well let’s just say after enough drinks and enough rounds of the game people were naked and sucking dick in front of everyone and didn’t care in the least, me included. I’m not sure if there’s anything we didn’t end up doing that night, and a bunch of it we haven’t done since. Even after the game was finished and the party over, we still screwed like rabbits until morning. It was crazy.”

Elise’s mouth was wide open in surprise, “Wow, I’ve never been to a party like that,” is all she managed to say.

“After that,” Sara said, “Scott was kind enough to ask me on a date. He took me to a nice restaurant and we had a great time. We’ve been together ever since.”

“What a crazy story,” Elise exclaimed, “that’s sounded like such a wild party!”

“Do you want to see the app? Scott has it on his phone. We can do a round or two on mild if you want to get the idea of it.”

I thought this sounded like a really bad idea, but I knew in Elise’s drunken state what the answer would be.

“Okay sounds like fun!” she said cheerfully. I wasn’t surprised in the least.

Jeff looked hesitant, he was never the party type so that wasn’t surprising. I was hoping he’d say no but he kept silent, probably to impress Sara. What was I supposed to do, tell Jeff’s “girlfriend” she couldn’t do it?

“Before we start, I need to go to the bathroom,” Sara said. I directed her down the hall. As I turned around Elise was right in my face.

“Isn’t Sara great!” she said.

“Yeah, this game is going to be great fun,” I said sarcastically.

“Don’t worry,” my girlfriend reassured me, “it’s on mild. And if something is too naughty we’ll just pretend to do it. That’s what I told Jeff. Everything will be fine. No big deal, you’ll see.”

Sara returned and they got started.

“Sorry, Kevin. I know this won’t be much fun for you since we’re playing in couple’s mode. We’ll just do a round or two then stop so you don’t have to watch us for long.” Sara said to me.

First question was for Elise and was fairly tame, it asked what her favorite sex position was.

Elise quickly blurted out, “Doggie style!”

Matt was just coming in when her heard Elise. He called for Shawn and they decided to stick around and see what this game was all about.

Next question was for Jeff, it asked him the last time he had sex.

“This morning,” he lied. Or at least he better be lying. Elise played along and nodded in agreement.

This isn’t going to be so bad I thought.

Sara had a question asking if she’d ever done anal and she replied that she did. The last question was for Scott. It asked how many times a week he masturbates. He paused for a moment as Sara looked at him waiting for his answer and reminding him to tell the truth. He said three times a week and Sara seemed content with that answer.

“Round one all done,” Sara announced. “We’ll just do one more. Second round is dares.”

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Sorry about the delay in finishing this chapter. Susan first appeared in Entertaining at Home. As this is the ninth chapter of this series you can probably guess how to catch up with the others. Comments, suggestions and support welcomed as always and thanks to those of you who already have.

*****

Lying naked on the banquette in the Snug, I began to feel cool. The post-orgasmic thrill ebbed and I started to think what had gone on in the last half-hour. The thorough fucking George had given me, I couldn’t think of any other way of describing it, had left me sore and satisfied. I let out a groan as I moved my legs into a more comfortable position and felt again the residual discomfort from accommodating his outsized member. I moaned again when I remembered I had also taken money from Matt to suck his cock. I ran my fingers through my hair searching for any evidence of his orgasm, and untangled the strands when I found it.

Part of me wanted to run out of the Crown, go home and work out my feelings about what I had done, and what had been done to me, whilst soaking in a hot bath. The noise of the reaction to Scarlett’s strip drifting in from the main bar kept pulling me back to the here-and-now. The matter was finally settled by the irregular crescendos, and increasing volume, of the sounds. It made me curious. That and the beginnings of my own excitement when I thought about how I was going to entertain my fellow regulars once midnight had struck.

A few minutes in the Ladies saw me fit for public display. I pushed through to the main bar and slipped behind the counter to stand next to Mandy. She glanced down at me smiling and threw a friendly arm around my shoulder. I knew it was friendly because there were no bones broken.

‘You were great ducks.’

‘Thanks Mandy.’

Further conversation was interrupted by shouts from the floor in front of us. I looked up and took in the scene on the the stage. Scarlett looked magnificent. Truly awesome. She was standing, legs akimbo, flexing a long riding crop between her hands and glaring down at the densely-packed mob pressed around the foot of the stage. She was virtually naked. Her small breasts were outlined by the thin strips of leather that made up her cup-less. The black lines accentuated her translucent skin which seemed to be shining. Her whole torso glistened as she swatted out at the men in front of her, her breasts quivered and her pert red nipples bounced slightly with the effort. I gasped along with the rest of the audience.

The rest of her outfit consisted of the smallest thong I had ever seen. It covered her slit, but none of thin line of red pubes which dusted her tummy below her navel. The strings looped high over her hips and disappeared between the cheeks of her butt. On her feet, she was wearing motorcycle boots. They were only loosely tied, but the bangs as she stomped around the stage were clearly audible, even over the heavy rock music she was performing to.

In front of her on the stage was a chair. Over the chair was draped a young man; he looked like one of the roll call of identikit teenagers who played pool in the Crown most weekdays. It looked like he had been tied to the back of the chair by his belt. The trousers it may have come from, were around his knees, his boxers were half-way down his thighs. It was, however, his arse which caught the eye both cheeks were red and there were clear stripes cut across them. The bottom-spots – I had seen a number of such lads servicing Tracy at one time or another, they all had them – shone lividly under the bright spotlights.

As I watched, Scarlett brought the crop down on his backside in a vicious stroke. He yelped, the crowd cheered and Scarlett’s eyes seemed to shine even brighter. I felt my own buttocks clench remembering my own time at the mercy of the same crop in the same hand. She glanced over at Mandy, saw me, and gave a smile and a delicate wave. Mandy drew a finger across her throat.

‘I think he’s had enough don’t you?’

I nodded. I had no idea what was going on.

‘She’s getting Barry out of her system. Young Ned there fancied her chances with her now his mate’s out of the picture, I think she’s turning him down.’

She grinned at me. I grinned back still not much the wiser. Scarlett was strutting up and down the front of the stage alternatively snapping straps on her barely-existent bra and tapping and stroking boys nearest to her with the crop and inviting them to take Ned’s place. There were no takers, so after placing her weapon delicately on the chair she raised her arms above her head and twerked. She picked up the pace in time with the music and the chanting and cheering of her admirers. I had to drag my eyes away from her, she was moving as if each individual muscle was independently controlled. I was making me feel hot all over.

‘I wanted a word Mandy.’

She looked down at me benevolently.

‘About George.’

She raised a sharp eyebrow.

‘What’s the stupid bugger done now?’

‘He fucked me in the Snug.’

She kocaeli escort burst out laughing.

‘Never heard it called that before.’

She put a finger on my lips as I coughed and muttered through an attempted explanation.

‘It’s OK pet, just my little joke. You enjoy it?’

‘Yes, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you why.’

She grinned.

‘Big, isn’t he? He’s always found strippers irresistible.’

‘It’s just that he was virtually in me before he even thought of asking whether it was what I wanted.’

‘He raped you?’

Her face fell and darkened. I felt her body tense against me. She looked like thunder.

‘I wouldn’t say that. He was just, well, forceful. I’d probably have done him anyway, but, you know?’

My voice trailed off. I hadn’t got straight in my head exactly what I thought of what had happened in the Snug. I needed time. What I definitely didn’t want was Mandy going off on one and making the whole situation more complicated than it already was. I risked a look at her face to try and judge her reaction and was relieved to see a thoughtful expression had replaced the fighting-mask. We both watched Scarlett in silence.

She had kicked off the biker boots and was in the act of removing the minuscule thong. It fell away as she expertly unclipped two studs holding the waistband. I found my own heart rate quicken as she stood basking in acclamation. The last garment was little more substantial than a biblical slingshot as it dangled from her hand. Mandy reached back and clicked the track to fade without even looking at the machine. Scarlett contained to stand, arms outstretched, her skin a vision in white and pink. She reminded me most of one of this paintings by consumptive nineteenth century artists; her red hair darkened at the ends with perspiration from her glistening skin, her cheeks, pubes and pudenda rosy and slick. I blew her a kiss when she glanced our way.

Mandy brought me back to the present.

‘When we’ve poured a tanker load of beer and lager into this lot…’

She nodded at the growing throng of demanding drinkers beginning to push together in front of the long bar.

‘We’ll talk again. I think I’ve got a way to make that randy sod think on. Mind giving us a hand?’

She flicked her head towards the other end of the bar where George was handing pint after pint over to grasping hands. He’d taken the sensible decision to fill as many glasses as he could before the rush started. Between him and us the two regular barmaids were a red-faced with the effort of trying to quell the demands of thirsty customers who were now reaching horde-proportions.

It was a mad half-hour. Mandy pulled pints and filled smaller spirit glasses, I took cash and rang it into the till. We were a good team. I snuck occasional glances over the heads of crowd to measure Scarlett’s progress on her fundraising tour. She had taken her riding crop with her and as well as the standard selfies with her naked body pressed against a happy punter, friends were taking shots as she “punished” naughty boys. When I couldn’t see her, I could tell where she was by the cheers and laughter coming from various parts of the large room.

I was amazed at the amount of cash I was ringing into the till. The Crown was raking it in that night. I also got some insight into the mechanics required to keep the thirst-crazed bedlam quieted. Every few minutes one of the women would shout to George and he would disappear to the cellar to change another barrel. He was barely back abusing customers before he was dispatched again.

Eventually we began to make inroads into the demand and by the time Scarlett appeared in front of us, face flushed and eyes sparkling, there was even a vacant stool for her to perch on. Even though I was standing right next to her, I still couldn’t see how Mandy managed to evaporate from my side and reappear beside Scarlett an instant later. But there she was, hugging and kissing, holding out a towel and helping her dry her soggy hair. Standing there naked, Scarlett was transformed from sadistic stripper to awkward child fending off the over-affectionate ministrations of an adoring relative. I smiled at them both and felt nostalgic for a time when my mother’s care was similarly oppressive.

‘Right, you go and get dressed and dig your cousin Tracy out of the bogs. I think she’s rubbing Ned’s pain better.’

Scarlett and I smiled at each other.

‘You, me and Susan have some business to discuss in the Snug. You’ve got five minutes.’

Scarlett and I exchanged shrugs of ignorance as we kissed on her way to get changed. I handed her two carrier bags, heavy with notes and coins, the proceeds of her collection. Mandy was already at the other end of the bar talking to George. It didn’t look as though he was saying much back. I passed Tracy on her way down the corridor as I went to the back room. She was straightening the skirt on her business suit and tucking a dildo away in an inside pocket. She was wearing black-framed gölcük escort glasses and had her hair gathered in a bun at the back of her head.

‘Going for an interview?’

‘Had that, I’m just off to collect my bonus.’

She kissed me on the cheek and clattered away on the highest pair of heels I had ever seen.

‘Don’t hang about, we haven’t got all day.’

Mandy breezed past me into the Snug. She had two men in her wake. Both were aged somewhere between forty and old. Their meticulous casual clothes exposed them as older than the kids, the lack of ties made them younger than Mr J’s generation. I tagged along behind. Each was carrying a full pint and not spilling any of it. You don’t pick up that skill in an afternoon. Mandy handed Scarlett an alcopop and me a Perrier and plonked herself down on a bench, waving the inevitable cloud of dust away from her gin and tonic.

The rest of us sat on the chair nearest to us. Scarlett was in the corner, now dressed in jeans and searching in her bag for a bra or T-shirt.

‘This is JD and Red. You know Susan and Scarlett?’

‘What ho.’

The two men stood and shook my hand. They both turned to offer the same courtesy to Scarlett, but as she was busy strapping herself into a skimpy, see-through bra, decided on friendly nods instead.

‘They run the big sports outlet in the precinct and the town’s best painting and decorating business.’

‘You’re JD Sports?’

‘Not unless my mum knows something I don’t.’

The red-haired man grinned at me over his beer. His colleague raised a finger to identify himself.

‘George, out of the goodness of his heart, has decided to sponsor Susan’s football team.’

‘You’re in a football team?’

‘She’s the best female goalie in the league. They’d win every week if the bloody male outfielders could get their act together.’

Mandy spoke with an authority which brooked no argument. I just looked down; I hoped modestly.

‘Scarlett will design the logo for the front. They’ll need two full kits each.’

I started to interrupt. Two kits were really not necessary. Mandy silenced me with a look. Scarlett nodded proudly and professionally at me when I shot her a quizzical glance. Well as professionally as you can when your head is just emerging from a bright yellow T-shirt with “Eat Me” emblazoned on the front.

‘I’ve got a diploma. I did the sign out front.’

‘As I was saying, two strips, one for training, the other for matches.’

‘Perhaps an away strip for training? What colours were you thinking of?’

It was Red’s turn to be on the receiving end of Mandy’s gimlet stare.

‘Fuchsia with black sleeves, black shorts with fuchsia trim and fuchsia socks with black tops.’

‘They’re going to wear pink?’

‘Of course not. They are blokes, after all. They’re going to wear fuchsia so let’s not get them confused by calling it anything else.’

I grinned guilelessly at Red. He acknowledged he had got the message.

‘I’ll tell them it’s modelled on the Malaga away strip.’

‘That should do fine.’

‘And a set of those tracksuit things and top-of-the-range boots for playing on all-weather pitches.’

I whistled.

‘That’s going to cost a few bob.’

‘Isn’t it. You just bring the invoice to me and I’ll deal with George. How soon can you have the logo ready, Scarlett love?’

‘A couple of days?’

‘So that’s settled. Any questions?’

Scarlett and I looked at each other with open mouths. After all we both knew George. By the look on Red’s face he knew George too. But all three of us shook our heads meekly and mentally checked our calendars to make sure we’d be busy on whatever day Mandy was planning on presenting the bill.

‘Now JD.’

He jumped a little as he fell under Mandy’s full attention.

‘George and I have discussed redecorating the bar.’

That was too much. Each of us inadvertently made noises expressing our scepticism. Mandy held up a hand.

‘I’ve told him every place need doing at least once every three decades. He had no option but to agree.’

She smiled sweetly at me.

‘He absolutely refused to change that revolting wallpaper.’

That was more like it. Nothing summed up George’s taste better than the balding, Chinese-restaurant-style, crimson flock which disgraced the walls in the bar.

‘If there is a colour which goes with that red, we’ll have all the woodwork done in it. We’ll need new carpeting throughout.’

JD turned his choking noises into an apologetic cough.

‘I want the wall above the bar painted all white. I’m having some black and white photographs framed; they’ll need a proper background.’

Mandy looked at her hand as she ticked off items on an imaginary list.

‘Oh yes, and the front. I think fuchsia for all the paintwork out there. Check with Red and Susan to make sure the shade is exact.’

There was general laughter. I went across and hugged her.

‘I izmit sınırsız escort think I can speak for us all when I say we don’t want to be here when George finds out the full extent of your plans, but please, please will you video tape it for us?’

We all stood up and brushed down our clothes. It became subconscious when using the Snug. Scarlett was chatting with JD, I went to Red.

‘Think you can do it?’

‘Definitely. Come down Sunday if you like. We’re open from ten. Can you get the other’s sizes?’

Mandy put a hand on my arm as the other filed out.

‘There were two ways of dealing with what he did to you.’

I waited.

‘We could have kicked him in the bollocks.’

I snorted.

‘Problem with that is you’d have to use so much force to pierce the protective belly fat, you’d end up dislocating every joint from your hip downwards. Nah, a boot in the wallet is a much better alternative.’

‘I did mention that I think you’re a genius, didn’t I Mandy?’

She gave me a look which said: what took you so long?

‘Wait ’til I break the news that we’re having the Snug done as well. Women-only bar. You lot can use it as a proper changing room. Let’s go see what our Tracy’s up to before she gets the place raided.’

Frankie Go To Hollywood were never really my cup of tea. Too modern for my parents, too old for me. There’s a time and a place for everything, however, as my dad used to say. And their time and place was down at the Crown on New Year’s Eve. The music and crowd noise hit us like a wall as we pushed open the door. I heard Mandy mutter.

‘Oh god.’

It was easy to see why. Tracy. Somehow or another she had found her way onto a chair, on top of a table, in the centre of the room. The suit, blouse and glasses were gone. She was half-sitting, half-slouched on the chair legs akimbo, boobs barely inside her bra, her hold-up stocking tops were garlanded with notes. Her face was red and her fringe was plastered to her forehead. She was gulping in breaths and writhing so much the whole edifice she had constructed shook.

The reason?

Below her an equally sweaty faced man was shoving a gold-coloured, metallic dildo in and out of her pussy in time to the music. Another stood next to him holding a ten pound note and a couple of guys behind her held the chair almost steady. It might not have been my era, but there were plenty there who knew the words.

“Relax”.

Was shouted.

“Don’t do it”.

Men wagged their fingers at each other as they sang. I noticed the woman I had coerced into helping me strip raise her eyebrows to the girl she was now sitting with.

“When you’re gonna come”.

Was chanted like a football song. The man wielding the probe was pulled back by the guy standing next to him. He licked the glistening dildo before stirring it in his beer and passing it over. Tracy raised her arms skywards both hands clenched and let out a whoop. That got a cheer in return. She looked down and stretched out a leg so the next guy could deposit his donation. He waved the dildo like a matador as she adjusted her position pulling the gusset of her knickers aside and throwing a leg across his shoulder. A small trickle of clear fluid leaked out of her snatch.

I looked down the bar at Mandy and George. They had their arms around each other and were smiling at the scene. They might even have been proud. My attention was drawn by Red. He was standing on a chair at the back of the room, waving. He pointed at me when he saw me looking and beckoned. I noticed he was sitting with Scarlett and JD.

Passage over to them was easy. Virtually everyone in the pub was crowded around Tracy. I found them sitting staring at Scarlett as she sketched something out on a napkin. Several rejected drafts littered the floor at her feet. She leaned back as I got there and waved the finished work as if trying to dry ink.

‘What you reckon babe?’

I looked at what she had drawn and hugged her. It was a near-perfect replica of the sign along the outside of the pub: “Crow an Ancho “. There was a small letter ‘r’ hanging upside down at the end as if held by a single nail. Even the type looked accurate.

‘Brilliant.’

She passed it tentatively over to Red. He looked at it critically, but nodding.

‘Doable. Definitely doable. We’ll have to get a digital version, of course.’

The two of them lapsed into computer-speak. I grinned at JD. We moved our chairs closer together.

‘I’m meeting you both at Red’s on Sunday. Ten-ish, OK?’

‘Pourquoi?’

‘Colour matching. Fuchsia’s a tricky one. Not like your pink.’

He gently elbowed me in the ribs to indicate he was joking. I was beginning to like him. But not enough to get drawn into a discussion of paints, their history and application. Fortunately James came to my rescue. Well, sort of.

‘Shit, James.’

Scarlett looked up at me a shocked look on her face.

‘We forgot all about him. Poor lamb will be freezing out there.’

I had noticed Alan and Jake engaged in a game of cards at the end of the bar. That had jogged my memory. I ran over to Mandy and George.

‘We’ve forgotten about James.’

It took a second for the message to sink in, but when it did George went and started briefing Jake. He spoke slowly and in words of one syllable. Mandy pulled a pint.

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My wife and I were in our mid-forties, had been married for 20 years and we had two teenage children. We had occasionally done a few risqué things, but this was certainly one of the most daring, at least for my wife!

One early summer’s day when we both had a day off and the kids were at school, we decided to go walking for the day. We chose a countryside footpath in rural England which mostly followed a disused railway line. It was a quiet midweek day and all morning we had passed just two others, a couple of ladies in their late 40’s (I guess), going the other way along the path. At one point the path left the railway line and climbed up through some dense woods.

As I followed my wife single file up the narrow path I noticed, for the first time in the day, her shapely figure and what she was wearing. It was not overly sexy, very practical in fact: Hiking boots, cotton walking trousers, a maroon cardigan over a white cotton, buttoned, and short-sleeve blouse. She is fairly slim and the outfit hugged her body so it wasn’t as unflattering as you might imagine. It was getting warmer as the day went on and we had both shed our coats and put them in the backpack which I was carrying. I watched as the occasional beam of sunlight shone through the trees onto her blond hair. The exertion of climbing the hill was such that we would probably end up shedding another layer once we got to the top. This set my mind working!

We got to the top of the path where the woods opened out into a field and the path then bent at an angle and followed the boundary of the field. By this point I had overtaken my wife to get to the top first. I stopped at the bend in the path and took my backpack and jumper off. From the bend you could see a reasonable distance along the path both ways to spot if anyone was coming. I also spotted a small sunny clearing nestled in the bushes opposite this point which was not visible from further along the path in either direction, but very visible from the bend in the path.

When my wife caught up with me, kocaeli escort bayan I said “Just step over there a minute,” motioning towards the clearing. As she took the couple of steps off the path and turned around, the sun was shining directly on her. I then said, “Take your cardigan off.” She did this thinking that maybe I was just going to take her picture in the sunlight, so she dropped the cardigan on the floor beside her and stood slightly sideways and smiled ready for me to get the camera out. Then came the surprise! I said ‘And the blouse’. She gave me a slightly shocked look at first, then she realised I had something a little more unusual planned (we had sometimes talked about doing various things but had rarely done them). She then took a brief glance around to see how ‘public’ her position was. After a word of re-assurance that I was watching for anyone coming, she turned back to me, kept her eyes on me, and started to unbutton her blouse from the top.

As each button was undone, she gave me a smile that seemed to include elements of both surprise and shyness, all the time looking for reassurance that I knew what I was doing. It was a beautiful illustration of our trust in each other. As the buttons were being undone, I caught glimpses of a white lacy bra. After the last button was undone, the blouse was pushed down one arm and then the other, then she dropped it on the ground next to her on top of her cardigan. Then she looked at me again in a mix of apprehension and excited anticipation of what might be next. “Keep going” I said.

With the same look as before, she reached around the back of her white lacy bra and undid it. After brushing the shoulder straps off both shoulders, she directed her arms straight down and with a little ‘jiggle’ the bra slid down her arms towards the ground. She caught it with her hands, only to then lift it slightly to the side and drop it provocatively on the ground with the other clothes. She was, I felt, just starting to enjoy the experience.

As izmit otele gelen escort she stood there topless, she did not quite know what to do with her arms. First, she momentarily folded them over her breasts. Realising that this was a bit too prudish, she then unfolded them and put them down by her side. I enjoyed the view for a moment whilst she looked at me still in slight surprise at what I had asked her to do.

After a quick glance up and down the path I turned to her and said, “Keep going.” She gave a brief open-mouthed gasp followed by a look of dis-belief. She then paused to take a longer look at me and realised that I was still serious about my suggestion of taking this to another level. So, she moved her hands to the font of her trousers and undid the top button. Then she slowly lowered the front zip, which is when I caught the first glimpse of an ordinary, everyday pair of cotton knickers; mostly white but with horizontal multi-coloured pinstripes and a laced edge. Once the zip was to the bottom, she opened up both sides and pushed the trousers down with a little wiggle of the hips. As she bent over to push her trousers down to her knees, we both realised that it would be a bit of an ordeal taking off the hiking boots, so I said, “That’ll do, don’t worry about taking your boots off.” She stood up straight and looked back at me as if to say, is this it or is there more? However, I think she knew what was coming. I said, “and the knickers.”

As she started to move her hands towards the sides of her knickers, I added “slowly.” She then started to push the sides down her hips very slowly. Initially I saw a tuft of pubic hair appear at the top of the front of her panties as they started to descend. I said “stop,” which she did. I savoured the view for a moment and then said, “carry on.” A little bit more was revealed as the panties worked their way down, gradually uncovering more and more. When it got to the point where I could see a kocaeli suriyeli escort hint of fleshy lips through the hair I said “stop” again, and briefly savoured the moment of anticipation of what was to come.

Once I was fully ready for the next bit, I said “carry on.” So, she then pushed the panties down until they were about an inch below the bottom of her pussy. Once again, I said “stop” and savoured the view. Finally, I said “down to your knees.” This time she had to bend forward slightly to push them down to just below her knees, where they joined her trousers. She then stood up straight and once again had a brief moment of wondering what to do with her hands. So, I swiftly gave her the next instruction “hands on your head,” which she dutifully did, relieving her of the decision of which part to cover up with what.

She stood like that for a moment, looking at me again with surprise and excitement. I quickly glanced up and down the path again and looked back at her. After a little while longer she relaxed a little and I said, “You can put your hands down if you want.” She then put them on her hips and shifted her weight onto one leg, as if to settle into a pose.

It was at this point I popped the next question “Can I take some pictures?” There had been a few times in our marriage when we had talked about taking pictures of her naked, but she was never too keen, so it had never happened. But this was a moment and an image that I didn’t want to forget. To my amazement, after a brief pause for thought, she said “yes, if you want.” I did not waste any time getting my mobile phone out and the 5MP camera switched on! I took a few pictures with her in slightly different poses.

After I had taken around 5 photos, I then said “OK, perhaps you better get dressed.” So, she put her clothes back on, one by one but significantly quicker than when she had taken them off! Once all was back to ‘normal’ we stepped back onto the path and carried on walking, but now we had something new to talk about! We had both found it very erotic and exciting, so much so that a little further down the trail we diverted off the path into a chest high crop field and mad love right there on the ground (putting our coats down first and removing fewer clothes than before!)

Now I have some wonderful pictures which come in very handy, particularly when we are apart and I am missing seeing all of my lovely wife.

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As with every day, I find my way onto the DC Metro system. One more long day is done at the International Spy Museum. It was not a very busy day, no one even said: “I wonder where she hides that.” I am sure they all think they were the first to think of that one.

The Metro Station is as all a bustle as normal for my trip home. Mostly the same faces, the same suits, the same guys, just more of the sameness that is DC. On dull dreary days like this, I can get very melancholy and feel plain, regular, dull, and without life. It is even raining again, not like my old Seattle rain of endless drizzle but torrents of rain followed by sudden stops.

There are all these smart dressed men, in their power suits with the aura of aloofness and self-satisfaction. To them, I am an invisible girl. I feel sexy but my luscious curves and ample size do not seem to get even a glance from them, if only what they knew what I wore under my work attire some days or what goes on in my head.

Today, I am strutting around in my black 3-inch chunky heels with the little straps around my ankle, a silky cream-colored blouse, and my form-fitting black skirt that overlaps in front that gives me extra room to walk. Even had matching pearls in my ears to the strand double looped around my neck and hanging down most of the way to my cleavage that often moved with them as I walked around.

Under the blouse, I am wearing an eggshell satin and lace bra while under the skirt is a matching silky panty trimmed in lace. Below all that is a humble garter belt holding up my black hose. I feel sexy but no matter how much I try, I never catch someone looking me over so I pop open one extra button on my blouse. A girl can hope.

The Red Train arrived about on time. I have long since given up tracking arrival and departure times. I enter, moved towards the seat I often ride. I am a creature of habit, at this point, the train is not well populated. As we go stop to stop, it keeps adding up till we start reaching suburbia and then the population ebbs its way back out.

The ride to Rockville is a long one and I take the window seat, When I sit at the seat, I usually drape my left arm on the back of the seat to my left. This often discourages most people from sitting there but every so often someone wants to sit and it forces them to look at me but mostly just kocaeli escort to get a “May I sit here?” question to me glancing at me and my arm. Eventually, I pretend to understand what they mean and move my arm.

Sitting in my seat, I keep my head turned slightly and staring out the window, detached from everything. I gave up watching people months ago. Just relaxing, slightly slouching and in an unladylike posse with my right foot on the bump coming up off the floor along the wall.

At the next stop, to my surprise, a gentleman sits beside me, even with my arm behind him. He seemed unconcerned and it is not like I even have time to move it, so I just left it.

“Hey,” he said without glancing my way while sipping his Starbucks iced tea.

“Hey,” I reply without looking away from the window, parroting him on instinct alone.

With a sneeze, I cover my mouth with my right hand but my left ends up giving him a bit of a hug as I inadvertently tried to bring it over my mouth.

“Gesundheit mein fraulein.” he said and patted me on the leg.

He did not just pat my leg, he left his hand there. Taking a cue from him, I flick my thumb along his shoulder, while not breaking my view of nothing.

Getting no resistance to his advances he began to rub his hand along my thigh through the fabric of my skirt and hose causing my heart to race. No one has ever been this forward and this eager before. I can get used to this. Scared but enjoying it.

I moved my left knee to the left, spreading my legs wider, surprised by my own boldness but I love the attention, I need the attention. Shivers overtook my shoulders as his fingertips found their way between the folds of my skirt and I could feel them on my smooth skin and over my stockings. Sometimes caressing and sometimes messaging me as he explores my legs and mostly between my thighs, sometimes crossing over my panties as he goes from leg to leg causing me to jump.

Not getting any resistance, he continued on.

Stretching his arm, he plunged his hand completely under the skirt gliding his hands across my silky fabric, guided it deep between my legs and over my mound. This emboldened me to raise my left arm up from the seatback to touch his neck, jaw, and ear, tracing the edges with my fingertips, as I would do with an kocaeli rus escort old lover.

His fingers found their way around my satin panties, easily gliding up and down over my pussy. So soft and smooth with a passion of well-traveled fingers knowing where to go and how to touch for maximum pleasure through the thin fabric.

Casually, he draws a sip from his iced beverage as if nothing is happening out of the ordinary as I continued to stare out the window, now mindlessly as all my focus was on him. The motion of the train on the tracks helping his movements and clickety, clack of the wheels help mask an unexpected gasp that tried to escape.

Slouching more and spreading my legs wider by putting my left knee over his, I invited him in further. He takes full advantage and snakes under my panties, working past my neatly trimmed pubes, finding me wet and willing. I have to bite my lip as his middle finger slides over, flicking my wet clit. Moving his finger around in circles around the clit, flicking just the tip of my clit, and pressing it while moving side to side, all the ways I need my clit played with, forcing me to climax quickly, powerfully. Only biting my lip prevents sexual moans from escaping.

Taking his hand out and finishing off his drink, he whispers in my ear “Pull them aside.” and with my free hand, I reach under and pull my panties to the side. If anyone was standing in the aisle, looking this way, I would be fully exposed with my hand in my panties next to my womanhood.

Flicking off the lid for his now empty drink, he grabs a couple of ice cubes, as seen from the corner of my eyes. My breathing slowed, unsure of what is going on but also intrigued. With dripping water coming off his hand, he plunges his hand between my legs.

The cold wetness struck me, causing me to jump, as it slid across my clit. I could feel the electricity of it all over my body. While it was cold, it also felt so good on a visceral level. His finger quickly warmed up and he would stop, rubs some more ice, followed by returning to give my man in the canoe the cold shoulder.

It was hard for me to keep quiet and still. My fingernails were pressing into his shoulder. I guess he is reading me by my reactions off of it as well as my other reactions.

On izmit ucuz escort his next re-chilling of his fingertips, he mixed it up. It felt like he was going to finger fuck me but somehow he flicked an ice cube into me, sliding deep into my womb, stabbing cold and so erotic. My pussy allowed this cold invader deep into me and gave it a warm welcome.

“Shhhh.” he hissed into my ear.

I had no idea I was making any noise while I was forced on my pussy getting all wet but my throat was drying. Almost like my body was drawing the fluids from one end to the other.

He continued to insert the four ice cubes in his hand into me, sliding two of them across my clit on their journey into me. Then his hand went and reloaded from the cup for more of the cubes to join their thawing brethren. Cool water drained out of me.

Then he grabbed a large cube and plunged it between my legs and he pressed it against my clit, rubbing it across, slowly at first and then speeding up side to side, up and down rhythmically.

While I usually love the feel and texture of the finger on my clit, this was very different and oh so good. I could feel my clit being moved and teased, the ice was textureless and the cold piercing deep, coursing along with the throbbing of the pleasure generated from all the attention.

This was too much, I exploded into climax, shuddering, biting my lip, fingers digging into his shoulder while trying hard to be completely quiet. Unsure how much success I was having at this but I could taste blood from my lip.

My breasts were screaming out for attention, what about us. I knew I could do nothing for them. Today, they had to remain ignored even with my nipples stiff and ready for play.

After my climax subsided, his fingers flicked what was left of the last ice cube into my pussy as it was still trying hard to give all the cubes a warm welcome. He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, a squeeze on the leg and got up, leaving the train.

I quickly used both hands to cover up before anyone got a glance of the game we just played. My heart was racing, still coming down from both climaxes, trying to get my breathing back under control. Glancing down, to ensure I was covered back up, I noticed he left a business card.

Snatching it up, I could read his name and title, some aid to some congressman I had never heard of before today. Flipping the card over, there was a handwritten note;

“I always enjoy seeing you.”

My mind whirled about. I was all smiles till I realized my skirt is likely soaked and I still needed to exit at the next stop, in a rail car still somewhat occupied by other travelers.

End.

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Next day was Thursday. I didn’t expect an escalation until Monday. So I was surprised to find a pair of white knee high socks, a pair of pink panties and a yellow crop top on my bed.

The crop top was relatively new, and therefore fit me properly. It had been a birthday present from my cousin. It hung to just below my rib cage. It was far too revealing for the shy me, so I’d never worn it. I forgot it even existed. But Kevin had obviously come across it and decided it was time I gave it an airing.

I opened my wardrobe to find it completely empty, as was my underwear draw. The message was clear; these were my clothes for the day. Kevin had chosen what I would wear. He had removed all choice. And if I acquiesced, I knew it would become the new status quo. He would always be choosing my clothes. I also knew that that’s what I wanted.

Exposing my midriff was something new and exciting. In the last few days, I’d worn shirts that showed the lower curve of my stomach. But never my belly button. And definitely not my whole abdomen. Despite all the outfits I’d worn up to this point, nothing had left anything like as much of my smooth, soft, pale skin exposed as this new outfit. Could I really parade around in this? Kevin clearly expected me to! I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my reflection.

I was still looking at the mirror when the sound of the front door pulled me back to reality.

“Emma,” Kevin called. “Come down stairs.”

Despite my nerves, I didn’t hesitate. I knew I was going to show off in front of Kevin and his friends. I lived for it now, and was eager to begin.

When Kevin saw I’d dressed in the clothes he’d laid out for me his face broke out into a wolfish grin.

The Xbox was on. The now ubiquitous Night Junky queued up. I izmit escort had danced to it so many times now, it should have seemed mundane, but it was still exciting. Dressed as I was, showing off my belly for the first time, it still had my heart racing.

I took up my position in front of the screen; in front of the sofas where all 5 boys were sitting. I was ready to perform.

They didn’t waste any time. Paul hit play as soon as I took up my position in front of them.

I went through the now too familiar routine. The same erotic moves still had the same effect, my braless tits bouncing under the small shirt. But some of the more mundane moves took on a new significance; sliding my hand across my stomach, rolling and shaking my hips seemed to accentuate my increased exposure.

We were a minute into the evening’s second performance of Night Junky, when the music suddenly stopped.

“Dude!?” Paul protested to my brother who had paused the game.

“Just a minute,” Paul responded before raising his phone to his ear. “Hi mum.”

I felt a sudden pang of fear knowing my brother was on the phone to my mother. What if she could see me now? Dressed in a crop top and panties, dancing for my brother and his friends?

“Yes,” Kevin said into the phone. “Yup… No problem… Sure… Not seen her, she’s probably in her room… Love you too.” Then he hung up.

“What did mum want?” I asked nervously.

“She’s put her Duvet in the wash before she went to work,” Kevin replied. “You need to go hang it on the washing line in the garden.”

“Me? why should I do it?” I asked. I was confused. I was dressed to show off my body. Kevin and his friends should be appreciating what I was wearing for them. But instead kocaeli ucuz escort Kevin was being a dick about the job mum just asked him to do. “I’m not exactly dressed to go outside.” I added to highlight that point.

“Coz I said you have to do it. And mum put me in charge when she’s not here.”

That was ridiculous. Kevin is nearly 7 years older than me. So when I was 8, 9, 10, he had been 15, 16, 17. Back then mum and made him babysit me, and had often said ‘Kevin is in charge.’ But that was years ago. I don’t know why he thought it still applied.

I was going to tell him to ‘fuck off’, go back to my room and put some proper clothes on; I still had my school uniform. But I didn’t want to ruin the evening for the sake of a 5 minute job.

“Fine,” I said, in a way that made it clear that it wasn’t fine at all, and stomped off to the laundry room.

I was done in just a few minutes, and was back Infront of the boys dancing again. They had just sat there waiting while I did it.

When I was back, they started Night Junky again, for the third time that evening. After it finished Kevin said.

“Emma, go put the rubbish out.”

We both had chores our mother expected us to do. Putting the rubbish out was one of Kevin’s. The bin men came tomorrow morning, so he had to do it tonight.

“That’s your job!” I replied. I tried not to sound petulant, but I could hear it in my voice.

“And now I’m telling you to do it.”

I just stood there looking at him.

“Who did mum put in charge?” he asked.

Again I thought of telling him to ‘fuck off’. But after agreeing to hang up the duvet, it somehow seemed petty. But more than that, I really wanted to show off my body, darıca escort and I knew a silly argument with my brother would get in the way of that.

“You,” I finally replied.

“Off you go then.”

In hindsight, I don’t think it was about the rubbish at all. Rather, it was about control. Kevin liked telling me what to do, and the rubbish was just the first thing he could think of.

After I’d put the rubbish out, I danced again. This time to a different song.

“Go and get us all a beer.” Kevin said when the song finished.

This time I didn’t argue. Just went to the kitchen to get the beer.

I came back with five bottles of beer on a tray.

“Put the tray down over there,” Kevin said. Pointing to the floor in the middle of the room. “Then bring us each a beer, one at a time.”

I turned away from them and put the tray on the floor where Kevin had indicated, and picked up the first bottle of beer.

“Stop,” Kevin said.

I froze in place, stood with my back to the boys, holding the bottle of beer in both hands.

“Put the bottle back on the tray. When you pick it up, bend at the waist. Keep your legs straight. Then serve the beer to each of us in turn.”

I bent down, as instructed. Touching the bottle to the tray and holding the pose for a few moments. I was very aware of the sweep of naked flesh the position presented, up my legs to the tight fabric of my panties stretched across my bum.

I picked up the first beer again, and turned and walked towards Paul.

I bent at the waist to offer the bottle. My large breasts pulling at the tight crop top. I presented the beer to Paul, looking him in the eyes. But his eyes were staring at the deep cleavage, just a foot from his face, scarcely contained by my straining shirt.

Paul sat for a few moments, gazing into my chest, before he took the bottle.

I straightened and went back to the tray. I collected the next bottle. Bent at the waist, legs straight. I held the pose. I was starting to enjoy this new game, the new display. Then I returned to deliver the next boy’s beer.

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It was mid-week but you could have convinced me that it was only Monday. The clock was moving so slow on this day but it had been doing the same the first three days of the week. I found myself waiting endlessly for the afternoons where I was really enjoying my time at school. I had breezed through my core curriculum for my biology class and the administration decided to offer test-prep biology for the state examinations. This allowed me to do teach a week-long seminar in photography, as a reprieve for me in teaching, and for the students to learn a skill without worry about a grade during this stressful time.

I enjoyed this because it basically meant sticking around for a non-existent test-prep group and going home early. I also liked doing the photography seminar because it was outside of the standard dry material I had to teacher. This was hands-on work for the kids, and subsequently me. The class was small, around ten of varying grade levels. They chose this as their week-long seminar and I’m certain if 80% of them knew that I was teaching it, they probably wouldn’t have chosen it. But from the looks of their faces as they filed into the classroom, they were just happy to not be doing actual school-work.

“Settle down now.” I called out, but it appeared to have fallen on deaf ears. “Settle down!” I yelled this time. Finally their chatter came down to a murmur, then a silence. “Good. Now I’m glad to see you all made it back today. This is where we really have fun with our pictures. Monday, we had a chance to go out and get some still photos on our pinhole cameras. I hope yesterday you all learned some good techniques on how to develop the film, because today we’ll be doing some work in the dark room.” I heard some audible excitement from the class. “Yes, that’s right, you’ll get to see what you came up with! Now, since we’ve converted the lab storage room into the developing room, we’ll have to take turns with our photos. While you each develop your photos individually, the rest of you will be working on your photo book that you’ll turn into me on Friday. Remember there has to be 10 pages, how you decorate it is up to you.” I scanned the classroom for any questions. “Okay get to work! Jimmy, you’ve got the room first, I’ll join you if you have any questions.”

The students began to scurry about the room to gather their materials for the photo books. Which reminded me that I had to get some equipment for the test-prep biology after school. I purveyed the room and examined the progress on the books. Most of the kids were struggling just to get the designs down. They had pulled out magazines to make borders and cut out different objects of their interests to represent in their books. I looked over the shoulder of a familiar blond and commented on the progress. “It looks pretty good there Ms. Ramirez.” She looked back and smiled. “Hey, the test-prep for biology is this afternoon… are you going to be coming?” Her eyes grew a little sharper as did her smile as she responded.

“I dunno… am I?” Ashley coyly smiled. I grew red and quickly mumbled something so as not to draw attention from other students. I moved on and keep looking back at her. I kept recalling the vision of her assisting me earlier in the year, and then also the memory of being at regionals. Now I looked at her with a renewed lust. Her short skirt sat mid-thigh and was absolutely against dress code. I wouldn’t be say I averted my gaze from her tits when I was looking at her photo book. She had donned such a generously low-cut t-shirt that I couldn’t resist. She usually wore heels but on this day she matched her striped skirt with flats in scarlet and gold, our school colors. I retreated to my desk and let the students do their work, while I went to work on myself over my pants below the desk.

I tried to not get ahead of myself and attempted to get distracted escort izmit with the lists in front of me. About half of the class had completed their photo work in the dark room. My efforts in distraction failed me as I noticed that Ashley Ramirez was next. My thoughts began racing, and as if on auto-pilot, I stood up and went into the dark room. One of the boys in class was inside was startled as I entered unannounced. “I’m sorry there Steven. Are you finished yet?”

“No sir… I was actually almost done. But you opened up the door…” Steven trailed off as it dawned on me that I might have messed up the experience by opening the room light.

“Don’t worry about it Steve. I’ll take care of it. Let’s see what you’ve got here.” I stood next to him and examined the work. It wasn’t bad, but I wasn’t fully examining it. My thoughts were elsewhere. “Not bad at all. I’m going to put this back in here and clean it up for the next student. You can go on ahead while I put this away.” Steven moved towards the door as I stopped him again. “Oh and Steven, could you tell Ashley she is next? Remind her to knock.” He nodded his head but I could barely see it in the red filtered darkness. I cleaned up his work as best as I could, trying to find a place to hang it and still have space in the small storage room. It wasn’t meant to be a dark room, but there was enough space for the table with the materials and a chair. At this point I was becoming paranoid that there was no knock and I stepped out of the room. Ashley was getting up with her roll of film in hand, walking towards my desk. I met her there.

“Ashley, you’re next. I’ve set up the equipment for you in there. Just make sure you follow the steps as the instructions tell you what to do. Keep the door locked when you’re developing because you don’t want any light in there or it’ll mess up your photo. I’ll knock to check and see if you need any help, just make sure to put your photo away if you need to open the door. Got it?” Ashley’s eyes were vacant and it was clear I had lost her attention as soon as I had said ‘you’re next.’ I waved to the door and she went in. I made around the room to check the progress of the others and impatiently arrived back to the storage room door.

I knocked lightly on the door, leaning in to hear if there was any commotion. “Ashley? How’s it going in there? Need any help?” I waited half a minute and didn’t hear anything. As I began to walk to my desk, the door cracked open. I looked at the class and noted everyone absorbed in their work. Then I looked at the door and saw slender fingers propping it open from within. I moved swiftly, opening, entering, and closing the door. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light, but I could see Ashley leaning against the table, dejected. I locked the door.

“I don’t get it Mr. Antoni. These instructions are confusing. I can’t do it.” Ashley said.

“I’m sure you can do it. You’re very talented.” I moved closer to her and looked at the trays in front of us with her. “You see, you just have to put the photo through some of these trays and time the whole process. Here, I’ll help you.” I went to reach around her to turn the light off to remove the film, but she stopped me.

“I think I can try it if you tell me what to do.” Ashley interrupted. “Could you just sit there and guide me?” Under the red-light, it was hard to not see a lustful gaze from her. I obliged, sitting down and looking up and down her legs. “Okay, what do I do now?” She broke my examination and caught me as she looked back at me.

“Now you’re going to turn off the light, so you can take this film and start the chemical process. Then when you turn the light on, you do the exposure. Makes sense?” Ashley looked back and nodded. She pulled the string for the light and we were enveloped in darkness. kocaeli evi olan escort I could her her shifting around and the sound the chemicals shifting in the trays. “I know it’s hard to do in the dark, but it sounds like you’re doing good so far.” Then there was a silence.

“Okay, I think I’m ready to do the exposure. Do I just turn the light on?” Ashley called out in the dark.

“Yeah, just turn the light on and it will do its thing.” I reassured her. She reached for the light and I expected the click to fill the room with the dark red light. What I didn’t expect, was Ashley’s skirt hiked up as she leaned forward on the table. My jaw dropped at the sight.

“Does it look right Mr. Antoni?” Ashley asked, innocently.

“Um… yes it does.” I managed to blubber out.

“Does it need more exposure? Can you take a look?” Ashley asked as she moved backwards towards me. Her skirt dropped to cover her ass but now it was just an arm’s length from my face. She looked back at me in earnest for a reply. I just nodded my head and looked back at her ass. I remember how fine it was at the hotel, and now I had it in front of me again. The red light shone and glistened on her legs as it followed it up her legs. My fingers explored her knees and didn’t dally as they went up her toned thighs. I lifted up her skirt and let out a small gasp at the perfection of her ass.

Like a kid in an amusement park, I jumped right in, squeezing and playing with her ample ass cheeks. I paid no attention to her watching me but I did manage to tell her to bend over. She listened faster than she ever did in class and immediately reached for her ankles. Her conditioned dance team body had prepared her for moments like this. At the action, her scarlet panties revealed where she covered her moist treasure. I kept my fingers clenching her ass open and moved in, taking a deep breath. The darkness threw off my depth perception and and I could feel the wet panty on my nose. I rubbed my face in the young pussy, wanting the scent to be permanently left on me. By this moment my mouth was salivating and I pulled the panties aside and gave a long lick in the deep pink. Ashley braced her self on the table at the surprised sensation. Sloppy and relentlessly, I languished my tongue in her lavish wet lips. I lashed and sucked, slurped and suckled until my mouth and chin were slathered with her sweet pussy cream. The noises she began to make became too much and I pulled myself away to shush her, for fear of having other students hearing.

She must have mistaken my gesture, she took the right cue and got to her knees. She furiously undid my belt and unzipped my pants. By now my cock had swelled to the side of my hip and she tried her damnedest to pull it out of my boxers. Ashley wasted no time and immediately performed my favorite magic trick: making the top of my dick disappear in her mouth. Now the slurping and suckling was being reciprocated. Oh my god it felt amazing. I had to cool my jets and not be loud, heeding my own advice to her. I reclined in the seat and let the dance team captain put her best skills to use. I looked down from moment to moment, almost as if to pinch myself that from the dream of the red tinted blond head bobbing on my manhood. I couldn’t contain my cum for much longer so I gave her head a little tug up.

Ashley was slow to get up to her feet and rubbed her mouth clean with her bare forearm. She bent over really quickly and I almost the flash of her panties dropping from under her skirt. Even faster, she pulled my pants down in a rush. I could have had my hands tied elsewhere because this little slut was taking control of the whole situation. Her little palm grappled on to the base of my cock and she stood over it, lowering herself gently towards the impending izmit rus escort impaling. I could feel my thick cock head warm on wet snatch. The tightness started to take over and Ashley exhaled sharply, resting her head on my shoulder as she took more of me. “Fuck…” She whispered in a satiated pain, “I must of got tight again since last time.”

“Just the way I like it.” I said whisper back and put my hands on her waist, pulling her down slightly faster.

“Ow! Ow ow ow… oh my god… ow.” Ashley cooed. “That’s it… that’s all I can take Mr. Antoni. Fuck.” She tossed her head back and shared a wicked smile towards me. She rocked back and forth and I took liberty in grabbing each ass cheek. Her eyes rolled back as she looked up and began to gyrate, hips drawing a figure-eight. “God it’s so good…”

“That’s right, ride it real good.” I gave her ass a smack and she shushed me. I chuckled a little and moved a hand to grab her chin. “Don’t you tell me what to do.” Clenching my other hand on her ass harder, a finger found itself in her ass. Ashley let out a muffled sigh. “Oh you like that huh? You know what I want you do? I want you to dance for me like a little slut.” Her eyes rolled again with the rocking and deep riding. “I’ve seen your routines at the games. Do a little routine on my cock.” She nodded her head, obeying.

The sensation was mind-blowing. All the routines I had seen at games, all the hip gyrating and booty shaking was now happening on my dick. Ashley placed her hands on her thighs and thrust her pussy every which way. Twerk, lock, and I was certainly going to pop. I brought her arms in and pulled the shoulders of her top off to the side, dropping her shirt to her skirt, showcasing her luscious perky tits. Now it was complete, she closed her eyes and danced on my dick and I could see the cream flowing. I grabbed both tits in my hands and sucked to them delight! This was ticket. Ashley squirmed harder and the more I sucked, I could feel her pussy tighten up. Her breathing quickened and she was about to scream. I moved one of my hands down to her ass and put a finger in again, keeping her moving. With my mouth sucking on her boob, I could tell she was going to cum. So I brought my hand to her mouth and held it closed. My finger dug deeper and I bit her nipple, Ashley began shaking… and suddenly stood up yelling into my hand as I felt the rushing wetness on my cock. Her skirt had taken a darker color, as if dampened. I lifted it up and could see her thigh twitching.

She was trying to catch her breath. “Have you ever came like that?” I asked.

“No I haven’t. What happened?” Ashley replied.

“You squirted, now your skirt’s wet. Sometimes women squirt when they cum real hard.” I felt like an idiot explaining it to her.

“OMG it was so good.”

“Well it ain’t done yet.” I looked down and pointed at my cock, still hard. She took the cue immediately and took to her knees. Soon thereafter the magician performed her best trick, by making half of my spectator disappear in her mouth. This time I couldn’t handle the way she devoured it like candy, and I was all too pleased to share my sweet surprise with her. I had been through a dry spell at the end of the school year, so she received a mouthful. I tried to find her a towel to clean her mouth with, but she resort to her forearm again and swallowed the rest. As I took to my feet and fussed with fastening my belt again, Ashley had primped her hair and straightened out her outfit. I told her to wait a few minutes to come out after I did.

The rest of the class was in an uproar after being left unsupervised while I was in the dark room. I tried my best to restore the order, but after having spent my load, I let them enjoy themselves. They began laughing and pointing at Ashley’s skirt. I noticed her confused expression and loss of words right away. Yelling at the class, I shout to tell them to quiet down.

“I’m not going to tell you all again. When you’re are working in the room, make sure not to spill the trays when developing your photos.” I turned to address Ashley. “There should be a towel in the cabinet back there.” The redness in her face subsided and she nodded a small smile.

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“Yeah, I live with my mum”, Carly giggled. Her silver t-shirt stretched across her breasts as she arched back in her chair. “Dad left us both when I was born. Bastard”, she added impassively.

I grinned as I looked at Carly’s creamy belly, exposed above the waist of her satin hipster skirt. These young girls really know how to turn a guy on, I thought to myself, as she stroked her stomach with her fingers.

“Do you have kids?” she asked, flicking her hair back and leaning back even further in her seat, making her t-shirt ride up a bit more.

“Nope”, I replied, sipping my beer, and imagining my tongue running across that taut flesh.

I’d asked this little vixen out on a date, assuming she’d think I was too old. She worked in a CD shop and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her tight, swaying butt as she moved around the shop. Her blonde hair was growing out at the roots but she had a nice jiggling pair of breasts that she wasn’t in a hurry to hide. I met her at the shop after work and, for our dinner date, she’d changed her clothes – swapped her jeans for this slinky skirt and her scuffed sneakers for high-heeled strappy shoes.

“So what now?” she smiled, after the last of the food had been eaten and the bill had been paid.

Her smile continued, as she leaned back again and looped her fingers into the top of her little skirt, pushing it down so I could glimpse her hip bones.

“Looks like that skirt’s a bit uncomfortable”, I grinned, wondering why I couldn’t see the waistband of her panties.

I ended up taking her just a few blocks away, to my office, which was empty so late at night. I lay her down on my desk and kissed her cute little feet with their blue painted nails in their strappy shoes. She wriggled her skirt off altogether, showing me she wasn’t wearing panties and offered her warm, wet, open lips.

“You are shameless!” I laughed, as we kissed, her legs winding around the small of my back.

I don’t think my desk has ever seen so much work done on it. For an hour or more we alternated positions until we were both completely naked and covered in sweat and, eventually, cum.

“So, do you have a girlfriend or a wife?” Carly asked coolly, as she slid her skirt back on.

“Um, yeah, I do”, I offered. Honesty is the best policy in these cases, I’ve found. Sometimes women flip out when I tell them; other times, like now, they’re secretly pleased.

“Wow, that’s cool”, Carly grinned, flashing her big white teeth. “So, are you just into one-nighters, or would you do it again?”

“It’s always more risky to do it more than once with a girl”, I added, thinking of another girl who my girlfriend nearly found out about recently.

“But, with you, yes” I added, watching her stretch her top down over her tits.

“I like older guys, that’s all”, Carly said, sitting on the edge of my desk and pulling up her skirt to show her thighs.

“Shall I?” I offered, kneeling down in front of her.

She nodded, so I helped her do up the straps of her high heels. “Will you take me home?” she asked. “There’s nobody there; my mother’s away for the night”.

+ + + +

“Mum’s left me a note”, Carly said, back at her place. She was mixing me a drink in the kitchen and a piece of red notepaper was put out for her.

“What does she say?”

“Probably back very late tonight!” Carly giggled. “I hope that means in the morning. She’s been going out with this guy, Roger, but I don’t think they’ve fucked yet”.

I looked at my watch and saw the time was 1.20am. “Does she know you go out with guys like me?” I smiled.

“Sure she does”, Carly replied, with a wink. “She’s a bit jealous, I think. That I can pull guys easier than she can. Here’s some pics of her”. Carly pulled out a sheaf of photos from behind a fruit bowl.

“She’s very attractive”, I commented, seeing a tall, slim, dark-haired woman with her daughter. Guys older than me would have called her ‘well-preserved’. “She looks young”, I added.

“Yeah, she is”, Carly said. “Only 17 when she had me”.

I did some mental calculations. Allowing Carly to be, at the most, 21, that meant her mother was about my age. Hmmm.

As I flipped through the photos a few caught my eye. “What’s this one?” I asked, seeing a waist-up shot of Carly with her mother, both topless, sitting either side of a guy at the beach.

“Oh, that’s Will. Mum’s ex”, Carly offered blithely. She didn’t say anything about why Will’s hand cupped Carly’s bare breast.

Another couple of photos were of Carly’s mother at some party, sitting in a too-short miniskirt, with a tell-tale little triangle of bare flesh visible between her legs. I laughed as I held the photo to Carly for comment.

“Yeah, mum goes out like that all the time!” she giggled. “You should see some of her outfits”. She took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom.

“This is mum’s room. In there is her wardrobe. I’ll show you some of her things”.

I admired Carly’s bare butt as her skirt rode up as she pulled clothes izmit escort bayan off the upper shelves of the wardrobe. She turned and surprised me by sliding her t-shirt off, then her skirt. Standing there naked, except for high heels, she just grinned seductively.

“Well? What shall I wear?” She rummaged amongst the clothes she’d pulled out, selecting a lime green nylon piece of fabric.

We both laughed, as Carly struggled to get into it. “I’ve got bigger tits than mum, and I’m an inch or two taller, so her dresses look a bit small on me”.

“But I’ll bet that doesn’t stop you wearing them, huh?” I laughed.

“No way!” Carly giggled, as she adjusted the straps that didn’t quite cover her ample bosom. The dress had a low waist and showed the curve of her belly nicely and hugged her butt from behind. It was thin enough to show that Carly wore nothing underneath.

“Does your mum let you go out in these things?” I asked, already feeling my cock hardening again.

“Sure she does. I say to her that if she can wear them, surely I can!” Carly said defiantly. “She started doing this stuff young, anyway. How do you think she had me?”

Just then there was the sound of jangling keys and a door opening somewhere in the house. “Speak of the devil!” Carly laughed, as she shut the wardrobe doors and picked up her own discarded clothes.

“Is me being here OK?” I asked, wondering if I’d have to do the quick out-the-window getaway.

“Hey, relax. Mum’s cool. You’ll see”, Carly said as she kissed me before taking my hand and walking into the hallway.

+ + +

I was introduced to a slightly surprised Cheryl, a slightly trashy looking woman with big hair, wobbling on her high heels.

“Not much of an evening”, Cheryl said. “Just went dancing with Roger”.

I wondered why Roger wouldn’t come in and take advantage of Cheryl’s obvious charms: almost all of her long tanned legs in their strappy platforms were visible under her white miniskirt and her cleavage was on show too, courtesy of a yellow push-up bra and a low-cut button up top.

“Roger’s gone already, has he mum?”, Carly asked, giving her mother a hug.

“Yeah, hon”, Cheryl replied. “Get us all a drink why don’t you?”

Half an hour later, the three of us were sitting in the lounge, listening to Carly’s dance music CDs, drinking our third vodka and lime. I’m sure Cheryl could smell the sex on her daughter and I, for she kept glancing across at Carly who was stretched out on the rug in front of us.

“It’s really nice of you two to sit up and wait for me”, Cheryl said, slightly woozily. “Carly, please sit up properly”.

She’d finally noticed that Carly had let her dress ride up, exposing her shaved pussy. I’d been staring at it for minutes, with a growing hard-on, as Carly idly toyed with her long fingernails.

“That dress looks really nice on you darling”, Cheryl said. “But you need to wear a g-string under it”, she added, as Carly still hadn’t pulled her dress down but now had pushed a finger right inside herself.

“I didn’t wear underwear tonight, mum”, Carly giggled. “I’m just a little bit horny still. Laszlo doesn’t mind”.

I was wondering what sort of girl has a mother who’ll let her masturbate in front of her, when Cheryl answered my question.

“You know, Laszlo, I’ve always brought Carly up to be very open sexually. I’ve always walked around the house naked and encouraged Carly to do the same”, she said, relaxing back into the arm of the sofa.

Sitting next to her, I couldn’t help but admire her long legs stretched out which were almost touching me and started to wonder if Cheryl herself had panties on.

“Mum!” Carly said, sitting up with her legs crossed, “You’re flirting with Laszlo, I can tell.”

“Well, he’s a good looking man”, Cheryl murmured, pushing her feet against my thighs. As her legs moved, I caught a glimpse of bare flesh under her skirt and my cock stiffened some more.

+ + +

Carly started ringing me almost every night after that. We’d flirt on the phone – and, a few times, have phone sex.

“You get off on chicks in sexy outfits, don’t you Laszlo?” she asked, after we’d spent almost an hour talking about how sexy Carly would look in sheer minidresses and high heels. “That’s why you’ve got the hots for my mum, huh?”

Both parts of what she said were true, but I was only prepared to admit to the first. “Well, Carly, you’re right about the outfits. You wear a skirt very sexily, hon”.

“Right”, she said, a little sarcastically, obviously not liking the way I evaded her question. She was silent for a few seconds before asking, brightly, “Anyway, mum wants you to come with us to Ian’s party next weekend. He’s a friend of mum’s”.

“Do you want me to come too?” I asked, wondering if Carly could tell I was attracted to her mother.

“Of course, hon. I always want you to come!” she giggled.

+ + +

At work, peoples’ tongues started wagging, too, when kocaeli abal yapan escort Carly dropped in to say hello one lunchtime. I was at the reception desk when, suddenly, she appeared at the entrance to our office suite.

“Hi!” I said, looking up, taking in her curvy shape squeezed into a cute white sundress which was dotted with tiny strawberries.

“I just wanted to drop something off to you”, she said, with a smile, leaning against the reception counter, her hip thrust out to one side, her long legs shown off nicely in her high-heeled wedge sandals.

“Yes, that’s right, I’d almost forgotten” I said quickly, noticing Bev, our receptionist, eyeing Carly’s very short dress up and down.

I took the packet that Carly held out to me. I blushed as I realised I could see right through Carly’s dress at her brown nipples and I noticed Bev, too, fixing her gaze on the little glimpse of fuschia-coloured satin which had become visible between Carly’s legs.

“Photos, huh?” I said, opening the packet. I didn’t have a clue what this visit was all about – not until I saw the first one, anyway.

It was a photo of Cheryl, rear-view, head turned to look at the camera. She was outdoors on a sunny day, standing on steps in very high white strappy platform shoes. Her denim cutoffs were cropped so short, though, that much of her smooth butt was visible.

“Very nice”, I said, wondering why Carly had brought these in to me, flipping to the second photo.

Full-length shot of Carly with two girlfriends, all laughing, at a party. A very tall and slim girl is on Carly’s left, wearing a thong bikini and nothing else – very pert small tits sticking straight out. On Carly’s right, a buxom Indian girl, again topless, with a short skirt. Carly, in between, wearing her white strawberry dress but, clearly, with nothing underneath.

“Whose party?”

“Ian’s. He’s in the next photo”.

The next photo was close-up Carly on a bed with a man aged around 35. Carly was sitting spread-legged, with high heels on and panties under her dress. The photo captured the texture of her skin nicely, her painted toenails and silver toe-ring. However, the panties were totally sheer, showing her pussy lips clearly.

“I like this one”, I smiled. Carly smiled back and I thought I saw a tiny blush on her cheeks.

Bev kept looking at us and kept answering calls, while keeping her eyes firmly on Carly’s delicious butt which was more easily in view the further she leaned against the counter.

“One more”, Carly said.

The last one made me blush. It was of Carly, surrounded by a group of people. She was lying, on a beanbag, her legs slightly apart. Naked. Well, almost naked. She had a pair of silver high heels on, looking slutty and wanton.

“I like this outfit best”, I smiled.

“I do too. That’s at Ian’s as well”, she said, taking the photos back from me. She leaned and kissed me chastely and turned on her heel towards the lift. I admired the swell of her butt cheeks under her dress as she got into the lift.

“Who’s that young woman?” said Bev, with a disapproving look on her face.

“Oh, just a friend”, I said nonchalantly.

+ + +

After that little visit, I couldn’t wait until the Saturday night of Ian’s party but, finally, having made my excuses to my girlfriend, Karen, I headed off to pick up Carly and Cheryl.

I rang their doorbell but wasn’t sure if they’d heard me: loud dance music was booming loudly. I wondered, too, if I’d worn the right clothes; I had a new blue shirt, undone a little, and my favourite tight black pants which show off my butt nicely. At least, that’s what girls tell me.

“Hey, hon, you look fabulous!” Carly said as she greeted me.

“I should say the same, babe!” I commented, as I hugged and kissed her.

I held her at arm’s length to admire her: her large breasts jiggled behind a tiny metallic halter top which caught the light and was held together by a slender chain across her back. A tiny slit skirt – no more than two flaps really – was sitting so low on Carly’s hips that her slit was visible from above whenever she took a step.

“Does your mother know you’re wearing this?!” I laughed. “You don’t even have panties on, Carly!”, I added, wagging my finger and grinning.

Carly laughed too, and shook her butt, before replying, “Wait till you see mum. C’mon, she’s in her room”.

I was hardly able to walk, my cock was so hard, as I followed Carly’s swaying butt, first into the lounge to turn the music down a little, then into Cheryl’s room.

“Mum, Laszlo’s here!” Carly called.

I started to wonder what sort of relationship Carly and her mother really did have when I saw Cheryl’s outfit. It was a minidress – I suppose that’s the word for it – which didn’t really cover anything.

“What do you think, Laszlo? Sexy enough?” Cheryl asked, pirouetting for me.

The honey-yellow ‘dress’ barely extended below Cheryl’s izmit evi olan escort waist. Like’s Carly’s top, it was a halter neck, but tied so loosely to allow the fabric to fall either side of Cheryl’s tanned breasts, still quite firm for a woman her age. Underneath, she was wearing a g-string made of fishnet; through it, I could see her cleanly-shaven lips.

“I can see you’re already getting a bit frisky, Cheryl”, I laughed, looking at her shiny pussy, as she faced me.

“Oh damn!” she giggled, “Is it really that obvious?” She pushed her scrap of fishnet aside and ran a finger along her pussy before offering her hand to me.

“You be the judge”, she giggled, pushing her long painted nail against my lips.

The characteristic musky odour filled my nostrils as I took her finger into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. I held it there, while I looked calmly at Cheryl. Her free hand was back at her pussy and I knew she was starting to masturbate.

“Mum!” Carly said indignantly, “Would you stop flirting with Laszlo?”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” I asked, popping Cheryl’s slim finger out of my mouth.

“That’ll be Erin”, Cheryl said. “Answer the door, Carly, there’s a dear”.

Carly looked petulant as she clomped to the door in her platform heels. As soon as she’d gone, Cheryl pressed herself against me, her breasts rubbing my chest , her tongue entwined around mine. With the beat of the music, I could hear the giggle of female voices at the door and, enjoying a few moments of bliss, I ran my hands around Cheryl’s butt.

“Mum, Erin and Paula are here”, Carly announced, standing in the doorway, hands on hips. Cheryl and I moved apart and I was introduced to Erin, a friend of Cheryl’s about her own age, and Paula, her daughter.

For half a second, I thought that Erin and Paula would be shocked by Cheryl’s half-naked, lipstick-smudged appearance. But they obviously knew her better than I did.

“Cheryl, darling, you’re up to your old tricks, I can tell”, cried Erin, tottering forward in her black stilletos.

Erin’s frizzy peroxide blonde hair was matched by an equally amazing gold minidress, held together at the front by a precarious knot. Her firm suntanned breasts were in danger of popping out altogether, as she wobbled over to me after kissing Cheryl.

“Hi, I’m Laszlo”, I said, straightening my shirt and holding my hand out, trying not to stare at her impressive tits.

“He was supposed to be my date”, Carly was saying to Paula. “But I guess I can find another one at the party, huh?” she added with a slightly forced laugh.

Paula was a slightly plump olive-skinned girl who’d managed to get into a lace minidress which, like her mother’s, only just covered her butt. Her legs were a little too chunky for such a short dress, but she was wearing the highest heels I’d seen yet, as if to make up for her height.

“I’ve just gotta adjust this, then we’re ready to go”, Cheryl said, motioning towards her g-string as she sat on the bed with her legs apart.

“God, mum’s such a slut”, I could hear Carly complaining, in a loud whisper, to Paula.

“Would you help me adjust this, Laszlo?” Cheryl asked, with a wicked little giggle.

She slumped back, legs apart, as her finger looped the slender knot of black fabric which was all off to one side of her wet pussy lips. Her high-heels were dangling on the ends of her toes and I was just about bursting out of my pants.

“Your mum’s pretty hot, though, Carly”, I heard Paula say, and I could hear their shoes click-clack across the parquetry floor as they moved towards us from the doorway. Erin simply stood where she was and looked at Cheryl’s wanton pose.

“You like the mothers of the young girls, too, huh, Laszlo?” she smiled.

I wasn’t sure if that was an offer and, in the few seconds I thought about it, my attention was distracted from Erin’s breasts to Cheryl, who’d started stroking her pussy.

“Dad hated it when mum did this in front of other people”, Carly was saying to Paula, who just watched. I wondered what sort of mother masturbates in front of her own daughter when I felt Carly’s hand on my shoulder.

I turned to meet her gaze: her clear eyes looked steadily at me as she raised her arms and draped them around my neck. Pouting her lips towards mine, she ground her hips against me.

“Untie my top”, she whispered.

A single knot at the back undid it. Carly stepped back, her breasts now swinging free, and started swivelling her hips to the music which could be heard from the stereo in the lounge.

I hadn’t seen Carly dance before and my attention was diverted long enough from Cheryl’s moaning to notice that her daughter was a great dancer. Her little hands ran up and down her juicy breasts and her tiny skirt flipped around as she flicked her hips, giving us glimpses of bare teenage pussy.

“Sit here!” Cheryl’s voice said behind me, as I felt a tug on my elbow. “You too”, she added, motioning to the other women. Erin and Paula obeyed and, for a minute or two, we all watched Carly dance with her eyes closed.

As soon as Cheryl touched me though, my cock sprang to attention. She knew it, too. I couldn’t resist at all; I just lay back and let her do what she wanted.

“Naughty boy!” she said, elatedly, as she undid my pants and my cock sprang free, “No underpants!”

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