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Jill was naked and bound. Nervously she peered about the room at the men who wanted to fuck her. Jill felt the uneven grain of the worn wood floor boards beneath her knees and curled her toes to get a better purchase in case she needed to spring up suddenly. She cupped her naked breasts tightly with her hands to cover herself. The supple white flesh of her large soft breasts crushed together under her hands and arms was only more enticing to the men around her. They had left her hands unbound, her hands were needed but not for covering her nakedness. Oh no, there were so many things that the hands could do. The men around her laughed and licked their lips. They were anticipating what they thought was about to come. With a keening sigh, Jill slowly removed her hands from her ample bosom and let the soft mounds of flesh with their thick pink nipples drop. The natural weight of her large lily white breasts made her breasts swing below her and the men’s eyes devoured them. While the men took out their cocks and stroked them around her, Jill placed her hands on the floor boards and made ready to spring. A single loose piece of cloth hung loose and useless over her slender young hips doing little to cover her naked exposed ass. One of the men behind her touched her ass and she sucked air in her mouth. She instinctively reached down to the strap of tough leather that remained tied around her thigh but it was useless now that the dagger it had held was long gone.Damn them!She tried to think, what could she use? Something had to help her out of this dilemma. Come on Jill, you are smarter than this she coaxed herself. These are a bunch of stupid soldiers, a group of simpletons surrounding you. You are better than them, THINK!“Beautiful little body you have there, it was a shame to have it covered up. You look so much better naked. I can’t even believe how tight your pussy looks. You should just go around like this all the time.” The soldier caressing her ass boldly exclaimed as his friends nodded their heads in agreement. Her captors closed in around her.Jill had known that she would end up naked and forced into this situation as soon as she stepped into the tavern. Taverns and female warriors don’t mix. But she wasn’t just a warrior, she was a magic-user as well and she had spells that didn’t require clothes or daggers. All she needed was a distraction, something that would allow her to speak, something that would make them remove the dirty rag they had used as a gag. What would make them remove the gag and allow her to use a spell?“Mmhhhmmphhh.” Jill’s voice was muffled through the oily rag.“What’s that little girl? You got somethin’ to say?” The soldier teased as he moved a finger up and down her pink wet slit.Jill’s modesty had kept Çekmeköy escort bayan the soldiers from binding her hands when they captured her. As soon as they surrounded her and started ripping at her clothes she had closed her arms and hands over her breasts. Large breasts had been the bane of her existence her entire adult life and always made her self-conscious. Her mother had called them “the family curse” but at least now they had helped to keep her hands free. But now she just needed her mouth free and if they took off the gag it would be what she hoped was their last mistake. Now she had to do something that would make the soldiers distracted enough to allow them to remove her gag. Jill tried to think. She wasn’t a slut. She had never even really touched herself before. How do girls make guys want to do something that would free her mouth? She couldn’t think of anything.Jill moved her hand up her slender little body, a body fine tuned by years of working out and exercise instead of sex. She cupped her huge teenage breasts with one hand. She lifted her breast slightly and a creamy soft nipple teased upward. The drooling band of soldiers could see and ogled properly. But Jill felt her stomach turn at the very act of teasing, at the very thought of offering her body up to them in such a perverse display of self abasement. Jill fought back the urge to be sick, really sick, like in real life, not just the game. She wasn’t sure that this was how you really played this game anyway. This was the third time they had gotten her naked but it had never gone this far before. She wasn’t sure she could keep playing. She gagged a little at the thought of having to keep teasing them and touching herself. She was good at playing pretend but… “Wow Jill, are you actually getting ill?” Roger asked, nearly jumping out of his seat to make sure she was ok. Roger saw Jill’s face go pale and the all too familiar lurch forward of someone about to be sick. “Damn Jill! It’s just a fucking game! Don’t be such a prude,” Cliff said as he continued touching her ass. He has his dick out but it was hidden under all his fat.Roger, who had always felt guilty about how they were playing, offered to help Jill up off the floor. She pushed his hands away and quickly threw a hand back over her mouth as another wave of nausea almost sent her lunch all over the floor!“Don’t fucking puke on my floor Jill! Jesus fucking CHRIST!”“I’ll…” Jill swallowed and tried to stop thinking about this as being her. She wasn’t really Angelica, a ranger and magic user. She wasn’t naked on the floor it was Angelica. Cliff wasn’t touching her pussy, it was the thief who led this band of men. This was the game. They were playing make believe Escort Gebze as part of D&D. She said, “I’ll be ok.”“Why do you have to be such a jerk, Cliff? Stop touching her. Can’t you see it’s going too far?” Roger said. The other guys were pulling up their pants already.“Why do you have to be such a jerk, Cliff?” Cliff said mocking Roger. Cliff threw his hands around in the air, his wrists limp in an obvious impression of a pansy. “Jesus Rog, you really are whipped. She was just getting naked to distract the soldiers. I don’t see what the fucking big deal is. With tits like Jill’s she should be naked all the time! I mean look at Jill. Why does it take a fucking game of D&D to get her to do this? She obviously wants it. I’m just going to give her what she wants anyway. Jesus!”“Please Cliff, stop taking the Lord’s name in vain and let’s just get this over with! I’m fine. I think it was just something I ate. Plus I have a plan,” Jill said.“I don’t want to play this anymore,” Roger said.“What a fucking pussy!” Cliff said and licked his lips. Jill was a little wet. He could see creamy white stuff on Jill’s pussy. No matter how Jill pretended to be pure and innocent, she liked this game and how they played it. He was the most surprised when she agreed to act everything out instead of just always talking about it. Fuck! He had never seen a chick as hot as Jill naked in real life. They were just minutes away from being able to fuck her and that little prick Roger was fucking it up. Cliff jerked his hard cock and tried to push his finger into Jill’s pussy.“No Cliff, it’s just that you always rig every game so that Jill gets her clothes ripped off and almost raped, it’s not right man! You have a serious problem dude, I think you might actually BE a rapist!”“Fuck you Rog!”“No, fuck you man!”Cliff stood up and his bulk moved the table toward Roger several inches knocking several of their hand painted figures on their sides. Roger threw out his chest in mock bravado but he knew he wouldn’t do anything against Cliff. Cliff was an ex-football player and sported a tight cut Mohawk, the kind sport-o assholes wear to think they are somehow alternative. Roger, on the other hand, was a skinny black guy studying to be a psychologist. He was destined to one day join his father as a preacher but he wasn’t sure he even believed any of that anymore. Roger was the antithesis of Cliff in almost every way. Roger had none of the threatening nature of the stereotypical black guy. He was useless to stop Cliff’s game and none of the other guys seemed to mind. After all, how many times had they all talked about getting a chick naked and having fun? Now Cliff had somehow managed to make it happen and it just felt wrong. Şerifali escort But Jill was really fucking hot. “Guys… GUYS! Honestly! I’m fine. I just felt a little sick to my stomach that’s all, probably something I ate, seriously. Cliff please, just sit down. Roger, thank you but I’m fine. Let’s just finish the game. I just want to see if my trick allowed them to remove the gag so I can cast a spell of binding and get out of there!” Jill said. All the guys around the table half smiled. None of them could believe how much Jill got into the game. It was like she believed this was real. If her trick didn’t work they all wondered if she would go so far as to let them fuck her. After all Cliff was already fingering her pussy and Jill was obviously effected by it. Her mouth was open, her eyes half shut and she kept shaking her head but she wouldn’t stop him because it wasn’t part of the game.“Ok, well roll the dice then,” Cliff said and shot Roger the bird. Roger folded his arms in front of him and pouted. Jill rolled her eyes and honestly thought that sometimes she was more a Mom to them than a friend. Still, they were her friends and some friends were better than no friends. She had to hurry before the thief behind her really started to push inside her. She was getting excited and this really bothered her. She rolled the dice.“Seven. That means the guys fell for your trick and so the leader of the group reaches down and grabs your big titties and gives them a tweak before…”“CLIFF!”“Hey! I’m just tellin’ you how it is, prude, don’t be hatin’ for explaining the game,” Cliff said.“Ok, well if it worked then I’m going to cast a spell of binding.”Cliff smiled and handed her the dice. Jill rolled, but Cliff’s smile made her nervous.“TWELVE! I did it!”“The spell didn’t work.”“What do you mean it didn’t work?”“I mean that it did nothing and now the soldiers expect…”Jill was furious! She stood up and put her hands on her hips. Roger scooted back a little in shock, he had never seen Jill this angry. The other guys instantly knew that their chance of fucking Jill was over. Cliff didn’t stop jerking off. He believed…well hoped, that she would just realized she lost and keep playing. He was eager to cum in that pussy.“Cliff, why didn’t my spell work! I rolled a twelve!”Cliff leaned back and placing his hands on the back of his thick neck with a self satisfied smirk. Jill fought back the urge to punch him square in his fat face. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to not kill him. He was cheating and she hated cheaters. She had played sports all her life and cheating was the one thing she would not tolerate.“Well Prude, it turns out that the tavern is owned by a twenty-first level Magi by the name of Climatic Clifferous and he has cast a spell on the tavern so that no other magic can be used within it’s walls.”“OHHH!” Jill’s face was red and her hands shook with anger, “Oh…up yours Cliff! I’m leaving! Where are my clothes! I only agreed to this because I thought you would play the game fair! I will not handle cheating.

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My name is Casey. I’m a 17 year old Latino with long hair and a decent body. All of my friends are so jealous because I’m dating a college guy. Mark is 21 and lives in one of those frat houses. He’s white, 6’0, and I’m completely in love with him. I know a lot of people say you can’t know what love is when you’re in high school, but I’m sure this is it. Mark and I have been together almost three months, and we’ve been sexually active almost as long. Mark really has a wild side and likes to push my boundaries, such as the time he had me suck him off at a movie theater. But last night, we kicked it up a notch. Mark told me we were going to have a wild time and begged me to wear my lacy pink bra and panties matching set underneath a button up blouse and skirt. He picked me up right after school and drove me to his frat house. Usually we go straight up to his room and fool around, but today he lead me straight to the living room where his frat brothers were sitting around watching TV. One of the guys stood up to grab the remote and shut the TV off. Some of the guys cleared one of the couches and they stood on the other Acıbadem escort bayan side facing it. Mark lead me to the couch and asked me to sit down and he got down on his knee. My heart started to beat really fast because I thought he was going to propose, but his proposition wasn’t quite what I was expecting. “Casey, you know I love you so much and that I’ve had an amazing time with you. But there’s sort of an initiation in this frat that I never completed. All of the guys have had sex with their girlfriends while the rest of the house watches… every guys except me. If we don’t do this, they’re going to kick me out. I know it’s kind of awkward, but would you please let me fuck you right here, right now?” My heart continued to beat fast, but for a different reason as I thought about it. I love him so much, I couldn’t bare to not comply with his request. So I nodded my head as he leaned in and started kissing me, unbuttoning my blouse and sliding it off my shoulders as he did. The guys started to make noise as my bra was exposed. I heard one of them say “Damn, she’s Escort Kaynarca stacked!” in reference to my 38C breasts. Mark unhooked my skirt and I stood up, sliding it down to the floor. Still standing, Mark unhooked my bra and let it fall down. More cheers came as Mark started kissing them, sucking on the nipples. He got behind me and started shaking them, which made his frat brothers go crazy with laughter and cheers. I was so nervous that I stared at the ground and held my hands between my legs. Mark’s right hand stayed cupped on my left boob as his right hand slid down my tummy to my crotch. He slipped it into my panties and started rubbing my pussy. I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch and trying to forget where I was, which was hard because they kept commenting on how much I looked like I was enjoying it. Mark pulled his hand out and pulled my panties down as he started rubbing it again, teasing my hole with the tip of his middle finger, pressing it against it but not sliding it in yet. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his finger, then reached down and slid Aydınlı escort it in. “Dude, how wet is she?” called one of the brothers. “She’s getting there. I swear, Casey’s pussy gets wetter than any girl I’ve been with” Mark replied. “Mark!” I said his name in a shocked tone, letting him know he was sharing too much. “What? You’re naked in front of my frat with my finger in your coot. That was a compliment.” He slid his index finger in with his middle finger, spreading me wider. I started to moan and thrust into his hand, loving his touch. I reached my right arm back over my head, rubbing the back of his head. He thrust his head back into my hand. He loves when I rub his head. He sat me on the couch and lifted my legs up as he buried his face in my pussy, licking my slit and flicking his tongue over my clit. I was enjoying it so much. I felt him cupping my breasts as I kept my eyes closed, pinching my nipples and shaking them. I suddenly realized these hands were facing the wrong way. I opened my eyes and saw two black arms on either side of my head. “Hey!” I yelled, as Mark looked up at me and started to laugh. “Jake, those tits are mine. Go get your own!” he said to the guy who was feeling me up. “Hey man, I just wanted to make sure they were real. They are.” The other boys were laughing and applauding as he said it. “How’s her mouth, Mark?” another guy asked, as Mark stood up and dropped his pants and boxers.

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 Erica and I, were really beginning to enjoy all of the new experiences we were having. She continued to play on line and chat with many guys and couples. She chatted with one couple, Lacey and John, who were interested in meeting us for dinner and sexy conversation. We met them in an Applebee’s and enjoyed their company. We decided to meet them the following week at a cocktail lounge. The plan was for the girls to wear some sexy clothes.Erica wore a white sheer blouse with a half bra that made her breasts stick out leaving her nipples totally exposed. She wore a blazer over it because she wasn’t quite sure she could go through with our plan. She also wore a short black skirt with a thong and thigh high stockings. Lacey wore a low cut short dress. We were seated off in a corner pretty much away from the crowd. After a few drinks our conversation turned to sex and John and I commented about how sexy our wives looked.John was telling me how much he thought I’d like Lacey’s breasts. The words had no sooner left his lips, when he reached across and pulled down the top of Lacey’s dress exposing her breasts to us. I couldn’t believe it. She just smiled while Erica and I checked out her breasts. She was larger than Erica and had brown nipples about an inch and a half in diameter with a very small center. She slowly moved her shoulders so that the dress moved back up covering most of her breasts, leaving just the edge of her nipples showing.Erica looked at me and smiled. She leaned back and slid her blazer open so that her pert breasts were now visible. The fabric of her blouse was so sheer you could clearly see the white lacy half bra. The sight of her breasts, with her pink nipples jutting through the flimsy fabric gave me an instant hard-on.As we talked and drank the girls became even more relaxed. John and I encouraged them to flash their pussies. They were hesitant at Escort Çekmeköy first but perseverance paid off.John and I were sitting opposite the girls. Lacey spread her legs a bit to give me a quick peak. I saw that she was also wearing thigh high stockings and black panties. I couldn’t see much more, though I tried. Erica saw that Lacey had flashed me, so she felt she had to return the favor to John. She opened her legs a little so that we could see her upper thigh. I told her we couldn’t see much so she opened her legs further showing us her sheer white thong. Though the fabric was totally sheer we couldn’t see her pussy through them due to the poor lighting.It was so hot having another woman show me her tits and flash me. It was even hotter watching Erica expose herself to John and me! We all decided that it was a big turn on and that we’d meet in the same place the following week. John and I conspired to try to get the girls to go without any underwear at all for our next meeting.Prior to our Saturday night date I asked Erica if she’d go without a bra and also leave her panties at home. She said she’d think about it, but made no promises.That night Erica came out and modeled what she was wearing. She had another sheer, low cut blouse with no bra and a blazer as a cover up to be worn until we got to our cozy corner. She also wore a short skirt with pleats around the bottom, and black, thigh high stockings. I was hard before we even left the house.We got to the cocktail lounge and made our way to the same corner table we had been at last week. I sat opposite Erica. John and Lacey arrived a few minutes later. John quickly took the seat next to me. Lacey wore a thin, clingy, sweater that buttoned up the front. It was obvious that she too wore no bra. She also had worn a calf length skirt that buttoned up the front. She had left Gebze escort quite a few buttons undone exposing a lot of leg.We ordered our drinks and John almost immediately asked Erica to take her blazer off. She told him he had to wait until our drinks arrived. Once our drinks arrived she took a quick look around to make sure she couldn’t be seen and took off her blazer. Her nipples were poking through the sheer fabric and the light from a lamp on the side table illuminated her breasts beneath the fabric. She looked incredible.I told Lacey that she looked great too, but that I wished I could see a bit more like Brad could. Without hesitating a bit, she unbuttoned a few more buttons on her sweater allowing one side of it to fall away from her breast. One breast was entirely exposed to us. John leaned forward and told Erica that he wished he could see her breasts without have to look through the sheer fabric. Erica then leaned forward allowing her low cut blouse to hang open revealing both her tits to us. As we stared she reached up and undid two buttons which allowed her to sit back with her breasts still pretty much exposed.The drinks were flowing and Lacey began to open and close her legs a bit to tease us. She finally spread them wide enough for me to see she had no panties on. I wanted to crawl beneath her skirt for a better look. She had dark pubic hair which made it difficult for me to see much in the shadows.Erica was watching our reaction to Lacey’s flashing and began to tease us as Lacy had. Each time she spread her legs a bit further. She finally spread them wide enough to expose her naked pussy. I couldn’t believe that she had really gone with out her panties. Her pussy is well trimmed with just a bit of hair above her slit. Because of her fair complexion and little pubic hair, we got an excellent glimpse of her pussy. Şerifali escort bayan John was just about drooling. He stood up to adjust his hard on, which was bulging beneath his pants. Lacey said she wanted to see what was making us so crazy. She came around and sat on John’s lap. Erica was a bit embarrassed having another woman see her pussy.With our encouragement she opened her legs again and gave the three of us another show. Lacey was as interested as the two of us. John told Lacey that we couldn’t really see her pussy that well. She went back to her chair and spread her legs once more. We could see more but nothing like we could with Erica. I had anticipated the dark viewing area and surprised the three of them when I pulled out two small disposable flashlights. John and the girls couldn’t believe that I had thought of this. I turned the small lights on and asked the girls to slide them into the tops of their stockings. They looked at each other, laughed, and did as I requested.It worked perfectly! The small lights acted like little spotlights. Lacey placed one leg over the arm of her chair to give us a better view. With the light we could easily see the slit of her pussy surrounded by her curly pubic hair. Her pussy lips were quite different than Erica’s. Lacey’s inner lips protruded beyond her outer lips even with her legs closed. When she opened her legs her inner lips were almost as long as her pussy slit. Her lips were light brown in color.Erica then opened her legs to give us an illuminated view. It was incredible! We stared at her slit. It was totally exposed since her pussy was clean shaven. The skin surrounding her vagina was very pale but became pink as it got closer to her lips. Her outer lips totally covered her inner lips. We encouraged her to spread her legs wider to open up her outer lips. She was happy to oblige. When she opened up we could see her red, rose petal shaped inner lips. They are were about an inch long and stuck out about a half inch. I encouraged her to open her inner lips for us. She reached down and lightly separated them with her finger. We could now see that the opening to her vagina was glistening with pussy juice.

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My wife Amber and I have a favorite place on the coast that we love to go to when we want to get out of town for the weekend, away from the hometown crowd. We look forward to these weekends because we tend to get a quite adventurous and daring sexually. For example, we usually start talking about sex and playing around in the car on the drive over, we leave the hotel curtains open and wonder if anyone might be watching. We have also found a very secluded beach that she Amber loves getting naked on. This has provided many sexy and fun outdoor naked pictures and video shoots. Also, when we go out to eat we put together outfits for her that are very sexy, always without panties or a bra, and with either a button-up top that is mostly unbuttoned allowing an nice view of her breasts, or a sheer see through or fishnet top that does the same. This usually gets both of us very horny knowing that the waiter is getting a nice view of her tits every time he comes to the table (we also get very attentive service). This also Escort Acıbadem allows her to flash me throughout the meal. By the time we leave the restaurant things are getting pretty hot, and we’re both pretty horny. The thing we look forward to the most however, are the hot tubs back at the hotel. The hotel has built a large patio/deck about 100 yards from the hotel towards the beach with two soon to be three hot tubs . The last two times we’ve been there we’ve been lucky enough to have one of the hot tubs to ourselves. Amber likes to wear a nice thong bikini and loves to take her top off, loves to play with the hot tub jets on her pussy, and will usually have a nice orgasm while doing so. She also loves to have me sit on the side of the tub so she can suck my cock a little too. We also always take the camera with us so we usually get lots of great pictures. The time before our last trip we had a tub to ourselves and there were three guys, probably in their 20s-30s in the other Kaynarca escort hot tub which is about 25 feet away from the tub we were in. We were both pretty horny by the time we got out of the tub, and didn’t want to walk back to our room in wet swimsuits. So, Amber just stripped down totally naked right there next to the hot tub, slowly toweled herself off in plain view of the three guys in the other hot tub then put her sweat pants and shirt on. I’m sure that the guys in the other tub got a nice eyeful if they happened to glance our way; at least I hope they did. By the way, Amber is about 5’9” and 130 pounds with perfect tits and beautiful long legs. I’m always trying to get her to flash in public but she’s usually very cautious and not usually one to show off her goods in public. This time however, she was very horny and had had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner so when she did that it really surprised me and made me instantly horny as hell. The last time we were Aydınlı escort bayan there it got even better. We again had one of the tubs to ourselves and again Amber was wearing a very sexy thong bikini bottom and a very skimpy top. We had already been to dinner so we were pretty horny. After a while a very attractive well built young guy in his 30s showed up introduced himself as Eric, and asked if he could join us. Of course we said yes. I was getting even more turned on at the thought of this young guy getting an eyeful of my beautiful wife, and was hoping she was in the mood to put on a little show for him, as she had done for the three guys the last time we were there. Amber and I were sitting across from each other and looked at each other when he stepped into the tub. Amber gave me a wry smile and raised her eyebrows a couple of times. This really got me going and I was wondering what exactly she had in mind. After a couple of minutes of introductions and small talk Amber mentioned that she was getting a little hot and stood up to have a seat on the edge of the tub out of the water. Her top was barely covering her nipples and I noticed that Eric could not keep his eyes off of her. As she sat on the edge of the tub she adjusted her top a couple of times actually exposing more of her nipples as she did.

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You have a lot of ‘firsts’ in your life when you’re sixteen. Just a couple of months after flashing at the Indy 500, I flashed at the Brickyard 400. I can tell you one thing, the good old boys of NASCAR are a bit more aggressive than those Indy car guys. Oh, I think you could say a lot more happened. It sure surprised me. As for me, I’m still crazy about flashing. I took some new measurements and apparently, I’m still a growing girl. Now my measurements are 38D – 19 – 30. My big breasts are even bigger. I’m a little over 5′ tall, still 85 pounds and petite as ever. What did I wear? I went out shopping and found a new blue jean dress that opens like a robe. Only it’s shaped to fit my breasts and is about mid-thigh in length. Oh yeah, it still shows some serious cleavage and a lot of leg. As before except for that little dress and high-heeled sandals, I was totally naked underneath. I was even more excited to do some serious flashing and what ever else might happen. On Friday we had a tornado watch and my parents wouldn’t let anyone leave the house. So I missed out on the flashing that night. Boy was I ever mad I couldn’t go; but it did rain all night, so it wouldn’t have been much fun anyway. Saturday night was cloudy but no storm warnings. I got to the camping area a little before six. As I drove in on Twenty-Fifth Street I could see all kinds of campers and people. It looked a lot like the five hundred; even Georgetown road was barricaded off. I had my dress wide open as I drove past the campers and as different guys saw me they were yelling like crazy. I was already flashing and I hadn’t even parked the car yet. I can’t begin to tell you how excited and turned on I was. I couldn’t wait to get out there and start flashing. My nipples were fully erect and my cunt was already dripping. I got the car parked, made sure I had a few dollars in my pocket, and away I went. As I walked, I noticed that the police presence was maybe even more than at the 500. So I knew right away I would have to watch out for them. As I got close to Twenty-Fifth Street, a huge group of men started yelling at me. Oh my God, how the excitement ran through my body. I started looking around for the cops before I even got up to them. I stopped and like always the guys turned towards me knowing they were about to get a show. I was so excited you wouldn’t believe it. There’s nothing like flashing that first time. I pulled out on the lapels of my dress and popped my breasts right out there for everyone to see. Oh my! The cheers, whistling and hand clapping was loud. That huge sexual rush ran through my body like a charge of electricity. I actually had to squeeze my thighs together the orgasm was so strong. The cunt juice was flowing out of my pussy and down my thighs. Oh yes, that was the sexual rush I was wanting. By the time I got to the far end of Georgetown road I must have flashed fifty or sixty times, having a very close call with the cops right at the end. Apparently they heard all the cheering and came looking for a girl flashing. The guys I had just flashed told me to get in behind them and hide, which I did. When the cops got there the guys kept clapping and cheering. Only they were acting like they were cheering for one of the guys that had hopped up on a picnic table and was dancing a jig. Pretty darn slick of them if you ask me. They saved my little ass, that’s for sure. In fact, saving my ass from the cops was not the only thing they did with it. While I was bent over hiding behind the big group of men, several of them took the opportunity to rub my totally exposed bare butt. Well it only took about a minute and their hands slid down between my legs to my pussy. I was so turned on just from the flashing that it only took me a few seconds and I was cumming. The cops stayed out in front of the guys for a good ten minutes before leaving. Oh yes, they played with my cunt and ass the whole time making me have some pretty big orgasms. Let me tell you it was quite hard to keep quiet while having those orgasms. As the men shielding me from the cops turned around the other guys stopped playing with me. I know I had a big ‘oh shit’ look on my face. The guys that had played with my cunt and ass had the damnedest grin on their faces that you have ever seen. They knew they had just pulled something off that becomes kind of legendary between friends. I was quite happy that they did! “What?” One of the guys that had been shielding me said when he saw their faces. “What the fuck are you guys grinning about?” “What are you talking about?” One of them said back to him while shrugging his shoulders. “What the fuck is going on? What the fuck did you guys do?” He questioned them with a real look of bewilderment on his face. “Nothing!” They exclaimed. “Nothing; we didn’t do anything.” He said while laughing. “Hey, thanks for saving me.” I said with a thankful smile to all the men. As I started to walk away I stopped and pointed at the two guys that had played with my cunt and ass. I said, “I think those guys got a bit more of a thank you then you all did,” with a very cheesy smile on my face. “WHAT!” He yelled out again raising his arms way up to his sides. “What the fuck did she mean by that?” He yelled like being totally frustrated. “What the fuck happened back there?” I gave them all the good old finger wave and walked on around the corner. I could hear them all laughing and yelling loud. “Holy fucking shit, are you kidding me,” several different men yelled out. I knew right away that those guys had told the others that they had played with my ass and pussy while bent over hiding. I actually giggled with excitement. Well I headed up the first two rows of campers back in the field. It was very cloudy which meant it was a bit darker back in the camping field than it was at the five hundred. Oh yes, it’s that scary thing again. Only it seems like the scarier the situation the more excited I get. So being a bit darker and scarier was just fine with me. Hah! It wasn’t long after I got back there that I got asked the question about my panties. I had only been flashing my breasts up until then since I wanted to wait until it got dark. I had just flashed my breasts to a group of maybe fifteen guys. As I started to walk away, that one guy who always seems to do all the talking yelled out to me. “Hey! Hey! Wait a second, wait a second.” I stopped and turned facing them and said, “Yesss,” in kind of a long drawn out way. He asked, “Were all wondering what color panties you have on?” “Oh really!” I replied then asked, “What color do you I think I have on?” Instantly, different guys started yelling out, “Pink! Blue! White! Pink! Black! Pink! Red! White! Pink! Blue! Pink! Pink!” They were trying to guess the color of my panties. “Pink! It seems most say pink,” the man declared with a big smile. I said, “Well, you’re all wrong.” I paused a second and said, “I don’t know if I should show you, since you didn’t guess right.” “Hell, we’ll keep guessing then,” he said with a big laugh. I stood there for a couple of seconds not saying a word, then un-snapped my dress and opened it wide open. Oh my God, you should have seen the looks on their faces when they saw my full naked body and my little bush. There was those couple of seconds of silence before they all broke out into loud cheering, whistling, and clapping their hands. After giving them a good long look and turning to the side to show them my ass as well, I closed my dress and gave them the little finger wave goodbye. Nearly the same thing happened three times going down the next double row of campers. About half way down that row, I saw though the campers a girl pretty high up off the ground. Her skirt was being blown up. Being very interested I got between some campers to get a better look. I could not see what she was on but there was a bunch of guys watching as the girls skirts got blown up. Oh hell yes, I most definitely wanted to do that. After I finished flashing that row, I went down the next while looking around for other girls. I didn’t want any other girls to be doing what ever it was they were doing when I arrived. I wanted to be able to act completely clueless as to what Acıbadem escort would happen. I wanted the guys to believe that I had no idea my dress would get blown up… Right? I was getting more and more nervous as I got closer to them. I really got nervous when I saw that they appeared to be a big group of bikers. There were a lot of those big Harley’s parked all around. But I was way too turned on to back out now. Before I even got in front of their camp site they spotted me and started yelling like crazy. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, baby doll,” several men yelled out to me. As I got up to their camp I stopped and looked over at them. Even pointing at myself like asking them if they were talking to me. Oh yes, I was acting as naive as I could be. “Yeah you! Come on over here a minute,” that one man who does most of the talking requested. Oh yes, I was nervous as could be but I was also as turned on as I could be too. I walked way into their camp site. The apparatus they had was kind of back in between campers. They kind of all stepped back making an aisle way for me to get through. The head guy so to speak said to me right away. “We got a challenge for you darling,” as I stopped looking at what ever it was. “Oh you do, do you?” I replied as though not having a clue what they meant. “Yeah! Have you ever been on a balance beam?” he questioned. “Actually yes. In high school,” I responded. “Well. You walk all the way to the other end and back and we’ll give you fifty bucks,” he boasted quite loud. “REALLY!” I said like surprised and confident that I could make a quick fifty bucks. “That’s all I have to do is walk to the other end and back?” “YEP! That’s it! Twenty feet there twenty feet back,” he replied with a shitty grin. Now, I really need to describe this apparatus to you or it won’t make any sense. It was all made of wood and I’m guessing about a six-inch wide beam to walk on. Actually wider then a real balance beam. It had much wider boards on each side of the beam only a few inches lower. Both those lower boards had thousands of holes in them. They said those boards were in case I slipped off the beam I would not fall. There was also one round wood bar way up above the beam. Oh, I forgot to mention the beam was about the height of a table off the ground. Now that kind of makes it more interesting, don’t you think? I said, “Sure. I’ll give it a try,” in a confident way and again acting like I had absolutely no idea what so ever that my skirt would get blown up. “Alright, we got us a player here! We got us a player!” The man yelled out with a big grin on his face. “How do I get up there?” I asked. “Right here cutie,” he said while setting some steps for me to walk up. “Okay, now let me explain,” making sure I was listening. “You see that hand rail way up there?” “Yep.” I replied. “When you get up there you hold on to that rail with both hands,” he instructed. “You can hold onto that all the way across. Okay?” “Okey Dokey,” I replied. “And all I have to do is walk to the other end and back for fifty bucks. Right?” He said, “YEP! That’s it. And you get this,” holding up a fifty dollar bill. The man held my hand as I walked up the steps and the crowd of men gathering around to watch was getting larger by the second. As I stepped onto the end of the balance beam a light on either side came on really lighting everything up … especially me. “Okay. Reach up and grab the hand rail and start when you’re ready,” he instructed. Now, only being five feet tall I was barely able to reach and hold onto the hand rail even with my high heeled sandals. This was really a pretty cool set up these guys had. Get the girl up high and then have her hold on above her head. Yes, this was pretty darn cool. I started out walking across the beam, and with high-heeled sandals on it was no easy task. In fact it was darn hard and I had to step very slow. Just as I got to the middle of the beam I wondered when they would turn on the air jets. WELL, I no sooner got that thought in my head and whoosh. A huge blast of air came blowing up lifting my dress all the way up and hooking under my breasts. Oh Yeah, everything was fully exposed from my breasts down. All of the men were going crazy because I was not wearing panties. I mean they were going absolutely ballistic. I can clearly remember hearing men say all sorts of things. “No Panties! Holy Fucking Shit! Unbelievable! Un-Fucking believable! “She’s naked!” No Fucking Panties! Can you believe it! Nice Ass! Jesus H Christ!” These are some of the many things they yelled. The big problem was my dress was blown up over my head and I could not see where to walk. I had to let go with one hand and hold my dress down under my chin so I could see the beam. But oh boy, was I ever-loving this. There had to have been at least a hundred men watching me. Then the air jets stopped and my dress dropped back down. I was laughing like crazy while taking a couple of small steps towards the far end. I yelled out, “What the heck was that?” “That’s was just a little breeze honey!” The man yelled out to me. “A little breeze!” I yelled back with an astonished look on my face. Whoosh the air jets came on again and my dress went right back up. Again all the men cheered, whistled and yelled out loud. They were having a ball and so was I. The jets went off and back on, off and back on as my dress went up and down. Then the air went whoosh even louder as a massive blast of air shot up. I could feel it flapping my big cunt lips all around and forcing them out from between my legs. Oh yes, all the men were making comments about my pussy lips. The air blast was so strong it was even moving my butt cheeks. I was about three fourths of the way across and decided to turn around and head back to the start. I put both hands on the rail above my head. As I turned around a massive air blast popped the snaps on my dress and it flew all the way up to my wrists. Now my entire naked body was fully exposed and the guys went absolutely ballistic as they got their first look at my large breasts. Again the air blasts were so strong that my breasts were even being moved and lifted. As I got closer to the center of the beam it was the normal blast of air again. Again the air jet went off for a couple seconds but came right back on. My dress did not come down that much but went right back up to my wrists when it came back on. It took a very long time to get back to the start. The air blast was so strong it was hard to hold onto the hand rail. As I got close to the start the massive air blasts started again. Again my cunt lips were being flopped around, my breasts lifted and butt cheeks puckered. It was really hard to hold on and move with the regular air blast. It was nearly impossible to move with the huge air blast. I finally made it back to the beginning and the air jets shut off. My dress fell down over the hand rail and I was having trouble getting it down. I finally pulled my hands out of my dress sleeves and took it down. I put the dress over my forearm and slowly made my way out to the top of the stairs. I was actually tired … I had to really hold on tight the air was blowing so hard. “Hey, you didn’t make it to the end. You want to try again?” The head guy asked me. “NOO! I don’t think so,” I replied with a little giggle. “Why Not? You don’t want the fifty bucks?” He asked. “I’m Tired!” I said rather loud. “It’s hard to hold onto with all that air blowing,” I said with a serious kind of laugh. “Okayyy. If you want to quit,” he said disappointedly while reaching out and taking my hand and helping me down the stairs. Yes, I was still naked as I went down the stairway. As I got back on the ground I slowly straightened out my dress and put it back on. “Were you surprised?” The head guy asked me. “YOU THINK? YEAH! I think you could say that!” I replied with an astonished look on my face. All the guys were laughing at my obviously surprised response. I said, “To be honest with you, I thought you built this just so everyone could look up girls skirts,” while shaking my head in disbelief. “I sure didn’t expect getting my dress blown up, that’s for sure.” Again Kaynarca escort bayan all the guys were laughing at my comments. My hair was a disaster and looked like I had ridden in a convertible. As I tried fluffing it with my hands I asked, “Have you got a mirror I could use?” “Sure. Right there in the camper,” he replied while pointing for me to walk over to his camper. I walked over and went inside. There was a full length mirror on the wall. I took a hair pick out of my pocket and fixed my hair. I finished and was about to open the screen door to go out when the big man bear hugged me from behind wrapping his huge arms around me. He said into my ear, “Damn. You got a gorgeous body baby,” while sliding both hands right down between my legs parting my dress. He started massaging my pussy with his right hand while lifting and spreading my left leg a bit with his other hand. I was already turned on so it only took a few seconds and I was ready to cum. He stopped massaging my cunt and slid his hands down my inner thighs half way to my knees. He pulled out on both of my inner thighs spreading my legs open lifting my feet up off the floor. Another man stepped in the doorway reached in between my legs and started massaging my pussy. It all happened so quickly I couldn’t believe it. I was about to say “stop” when I felt him clamp his finger and thumb on my clit and roll my clit between them. Instead of saying stop I let out a loud “Ohhhh.” I was so turned on from the long naked walk on the beam I just couldn’t help myself. It felt so fantastic I arched my cunt out towards his fingers. Hell, I didn’t care right then it felt so great. It only took me a few seconds and juice was flowing out of my pussy. The man bear hugging me from behind pulled up on my thighs bending my legs more and pulling my knees up by my breasts. “MOVE!” He yelled out ordering the other man out of his way. As the other man backed out of the camper the man carried me all the way outside the door. Then he sat back on the step in the doorway of the camper, my lower back resting on his knees. He reached in behind my knees wrapping his hands around them, and pulled my legs way back by my shoulders spreading my legs wide open. He said to the other man, “There you go. Pussy for eating man!” Well, he didn’t have to tell the man twice to eat my pussy that was for sure. He instantly dropped down to his knees and started licking my cunt. He slowly went down to my anus and slid his tongue all the way back up my cunt slit flipping my clit hard at the finish. “OHHH,” softly came out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. It felt so fantastic. He must have licked my pussy like that at least twenty times. Other men started gathering around to watch as they saw what was going on. It wasn’t long before we were surrounded by men three or four deep. One of them reached up and flipped a switch on the outside wall of the camper, and a light came on right over us completely lighting up my entire body. He extended his tongue and shoved it deep in my cunt hole while swirling it around. I was so hot and it felt so fantastic my cunt was ready to burst with an orgasm. He lifted his head up and down several times fucking my cunt hole with his large tongue. “Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” I said louder each time. “Oh My God! OHHH,” came out of my mouth as I unloaded a huge juicy orgasm soaking the man’s mouth and face. My huge orgasm made the man lick my pussy even harder and shove his tongue inside me even deeper. His tongue was so big it felt like a small dick only better. He repeatedly sucked my cunt lips and clit into his mouth very hard all at the same time. Then he pulled his head back stretching them way out until they snapped out of his mouth. It was driving me absolutely crazy … the sensations in my cunt were so intense. I had never had my pussy licked like this before. “Oh My God! OH! Oh My God! OH MY GOD!” I yelled rather loud as I pumped an even bigger orgasm out of my cunt. The man eating my pussy actually gagged a little as I filled his mouth with huge gobs of cunt juice. “DAMN! She comes a fucking ton man!” The man exclaimed while pulling his mouth from my pussy and my juice dripping off his chin. “You want fucked baby? I said nothing. “How about it honey. You want fucked?” The man holding my legs spread asked me repeatedly. Oh yes! It most definitely scared me when he asked me that. I knew I was in a ‘nothing I could do about it situation’ and I really didn’t know what to say. Yes, I knew I should have said no, but I just couldn’t get my mouth to move and say it. Because right then I wanted fucked. Oh, how I wanted fucked, but I said nothing. “How about it baby? You want your pussy fucked?” He asked again and after a short pause said, “We got lots of cock here for ya!” with a menacing chuckle. Yet I said nothing and the man holding my legs spread started to relax his grip on my legs. Letting them down until my feet were on the ground. The man who had been eating my pussy quickly stood up and dropped his pants to his ankles. His cock was not huge, but it wasn’t small either. I’m only guessing, but I would say he was seven-inches long with a really big head. The head was at least twice as big around as the shaft. Kind of weird looking, if you know what I mean. The man dropped back down to his knees and pushed out on my knees spreading my legs open. I knew I should have said stop but I just couldn’t. I was just too turned on to say stop. The man moved in between my legs and put the big head of his cock up to my cunt hole. He paused for a couple seconds (I’m pretty sure waiting for me to say ‘No’). But again I didn’t saying anything; not a word. The man pushed forward and I felt my cunt hole being stretched open wide as the big head tried to force its way in my pussy. He stopped and relaxed for a second then pushed in the head of his cock harder. Again stretching out my cunt hole and going in deeper. He kind of looked up and around at the other men. “Tight pussy!” He exclaimed to all the men while taking in a deep breath. With my feet still on the ground he grabbed my knees and spread my legs apart as wide as he could spread them. He pushed his cock in slow but with much more force then the first two attempts. I felt my cunt hole stretching open wider and wider it began to hurt as I moaned very loud. He didn’t pull back this time he just kept pushing his cock in very hard as I felt the big head sink into my pussy. I yelled out, “OH! OUCH! OHHH! Oh My God!” The big head and his cock sunk into my cunt hole with my pussy closing around his shaft. “Oh My God! Oh My God! I continued to yell. “AHHH! There it went. It’s in there now.” The man exclaimed to all his friends almost triumphantly. “Oh Yeah. I cracked that pussy alright.” He said again triumphantly. The man hesitated for a few seconds then continued shoving in slow but with relentless force. I could feel his cock slowly going in my pussy deeper and deeper stretching out my cunt hole as it went in. Yes, it hurt but it also felt so fantastic I couldn’t believe it as I moaned. He stopped pulled his cock back and slowing started pumping his cock half way in and out several times. He was trying to shove it in deeper but he couldn’t because I was squeezing my legs together so hard. “Hold it a second! Wait,” the man whose legs I was laying on yelled out. The back of my head was resting on his small beer belly. He reached down and twisted his hands palms facing up and grabbed the insides of both my knees and lifted my legs. He pulled my knees way back to my breasts then pushed out hard spreading my legs wide open. There I was my pussy fully exposed and spread open for the man to fuck. The man instantly shoved his cock nearly all the way into my cunt. “OUCH! OHH! Ouch! OHH! AHHH!” The words flew out of my mouth rather loudly as the pain of my quickly stretching pussy ripped through my cunt. He pulled back nearly all the way out and pushed nearly all the way in again and stopped. After a brief pause he started pushing in slow but with a lot of force. I could feel his big cock stretching out the depths of my pussy. Oh yes, it hurt! It hurt like crazy, but it was also the Escort Aydınlı most unbelievable feeling I ever had. I could feel my cunt slowly stretching and stretching as he continued to push in until his cock was nearly all the way in my pussy. “Come on baby. You can take it. You can take it!” He repeatedly said to me with a menacing look on his face. The man holding my legs spread them even wider. “AH! AHHH! AHHHH!” I yelled out followed by an even louder. “OUCH! OH MY GOD! He buried the full length of his cock in my pussy. My entire body was quivering from the pain deep in my cunt while having feelings of unbelievable ecstasy all at the same time. I was moaning and groaning quite loud and I clearly remember thinking at that time. Oh My God, I have a grown man’s cock all the way in my pussy. “Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!” Repeatedly came out of my mouth between the loud moans and groans as my cunt exploded with a huge orgasm. My cunt juice spurting out from around his cock. The man pulled his cock all the way out except for the big head and slid it all the way back in. Even though it was all the way in my cunt, he seemed to be trying to shove it in even deeper. After three maybe four of those long slow strokes. He started shoving it all the way in and out of my cunt faster in a very rhythmic way. Giving an extra hard push as he buried his cock in my cunt each time. His pubic bone was smashing my super stiff clit each time making me orgasm repeatedly. My cunt juice was spurting out from around his cock every time he shoved it in. I clearly remember looking up and around at all the men watching me getting fucked. The ones up close had gotten down on their knees and the ones behind them were bent over, so the men behind them could all see. Yes, I knew in my mind I was in a bad situation, but I just didn’t care right then. The fucking I was getting felt so unbelievably fantastic I just didn’t care. After ten maybe fifteen minutes the man started banging his cock into my pussy very hard relentlessly. Bang, bang, bang – one right after the other, never letting up for a second. As men would say, ‘he was really laying the meat to me.’ I can tell you right now, none of those high school boys ever fucked me the way this man was fucking me. He was moving my entire body and the back of my head would curl up on the man’s beer belly every time he shoved his cock into my cunt. “What a fuck!” The man yelled out to his buddies as though bragging about his conquest. The man’s pubic bone smashing my clit on each stroke was driving me absolutely crazy. I just kept cumming over and over again. The man started moaning and slowing his strokes yet at the same time banging his cock in my cunt much, much harder. Bang, bang, bang very hard for eight maybe ten strokes then he shoved it all the way into my cunt and held it buried. “AHH! AHH! AHH!” came out of his mouth loud as he tilted his head back. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” Came out of my mouth as I felt the big globs of his cum shooting deep into my pussy while I orgasmed at the same time. The whole thing was an unreal feeling nothing like I had ever had before. The man stopped moaning and looked straight into my eyes with the most menacing look I have ever seen. “Take it baby, take it,” he ordered, “Take it baby.” After several seconds he pulled his cock way back shoving it in very hard three times then holding it buried in my cunt again. “That was one hell of a fuck baby!” He exclaimed to me. “One hell of a fuck.” He relaxed his body and slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy making a popping sound as the big head came out. I could feel all of my juice and his cum pouring out of my cunt hole and could hear it splatting on the rubber mat on the ground. The man whose legs I was laying on let go of my legs and my feet went back down on the ground with even more juice pouring out of me. “How was that?” The man whose legs I was still laying on asked me. “WOW! I, I didn’t expect that,” I replied with pure disbelief in my voice. “You can use the bathroom inside if you want,” the man whispered in my ear in a rather calm almost caring voice. “I would like that,” I replied. As I began to get up he grabbed me holding me down on his knees and whispered in my ear. “You ain’t mad at us are you?” I didn’t say anything and he said louder, “Hey, you’re not going to freak out or anything are you?” “Nooo. No. I’m not mad,” I replied. “I just didn’t expect that to happen,” I repeated. “Well, what can I say? Sometimes shit happens honey,” the man replied in a what the fuck type of way. “Go ahead use the can if you want,” the man said while standing me up. As I stood up, all the men started mumbling and a few lightly clapped their hands. That’s when I realized that I was naked. Hell, I didn’t even remember them taking my dress off. The man whose legs I had been laying on, stood up and handed me my dress. He reached inside the camper and turned on a light. I went in the rest room and freshened up everything. I fixed my hair and put on my dress. I was really nervous to walk back out in front of all the men. But when I did they were all pretty cool. “YEAH! There she is!” One of them yelled out. They were all making comments to me. Things like ‘that was great’ and ‘you are hot’. You know that kind of stuff. “Well. That was a first,” I said. Why I said that I will never know. “REALLY?” Several of the men spoke out quickly as though surprised by my comment. I said, “Yeah pretty much,” while kind of twisting my head with a little smile. All the men seemed a bit more than surprised that it was the first time I got fucked flashing. I said, “I think I should be going.” and gave them the little finger wave as I walked away. “Hey. Come back later and try the beam again.” I instantly turned towards him and said with a smile, “I just might do that.” As I got back out on the walking lane I thought to myself. Holy Shit! ‘Just how awesome was that!’ went rushing through my head. I walked on that beam with my dress blown up over my head and got fucked by a full-grown man. Oh yeah, that was awesome alright. Yes, I knew I should not do stuff like that, but once I get so turned on I just can’t help myself. It was around 10pm. and my curfew was midnight. But you know I didn’t really care if I got in trouble for being late. I was having way too much fun to quit now. Like at the 500, I quit the subtle flashing of my breasts. I went to opening my dress wide open and flashing my full naked body. I finished flashing that double row of campers and went on down the next two. It was around 11:30pm and I must have flashed a couple of hundred times since the fucking. As I was walking past this really large group of men waiting for them to yell at me. That one guy who always seems to do most of the talking yelled out. “Hold up a second sweet thing hold up. I got a very important question I have to ask ya,” he said with a very deep southern drawl. Now, I had heard that or similar lines all night long so that was no surprise. Of course I stopped again not saying anything. He motioned with his hand for me to come over to them while saying. “Come on over here for a minute. I got a question I have to ask you.” I stood there not moving and he said, “Come on come on over here. I have to ask you something.” Again, I just couldn’t help myself especially after that multiple orgasmic fucking I had received a couple of hours before. So, braver than ever, I walked right into their camp. The one doing the talking was sitting in a lawn chair next to a big table with all the others gathered around a camp fire. As I got in close, he actually surprised me by coming up with a new line. He said (quite theatrically I might add), “I got a very important question I must ask you young lady,” as though it was extremely important. “And what would that question be?” I replied rather jokingly. I was really getting into the verbal exchanges at the different stops. Hey, it turned me on, what can I say. “Well Honey. It’s my duty to ask if you’ve had your pussy inspection yet?” With a very surprised look and slightly turning my head I said, “Ahhh, a what inspection?” He said slow and very deliberately, “Well. You have to understand something honey. You are standing right smack in the middle of an official Brickyard 400 pussy inspection station.” I replied, “Wow! I had no idea there was such a thing,” while acting like I was in some kind of an official place. Now, all the other guys were smiling, some chuckling.

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Kimberly Reed silently raged against her own stupidity as the voice in her earpiece finished breaking the news of Erica’s first success. She’d probably walked past the book fifteen times already, as she completed circuit after circuit of the floor, futilely waiting for some inspiration to strike. And now that damn bitch was back on level terms with her. As the buttons quietly dropped from Kimberly’s blouse, her blue brassiere and sumptuous cleavage hovered into view for the benefit of anyone not totally engrossed in what they were reading. Kimberly clenched her teeth together, flared her nostrils, and looked up at a security camera that hung passively from the ceiling. Oh don’t worry, thought Kimberly, you’ll be getting a show today alright, but today’s matinee starring role of `humiliated, naked woman number one` will now be played in perpetuity by my understudy! Kimberly marched on, eyes focused front and center, pointedly ignoring a group of teenager boys who had momentarily stopped their incessant texting to take advantage of an unexpected photo opportunity. ********** Not fair, not fair, not fair! The thoughts bounced around in Erica’s head on auto-replay as she began to feel a strange sensation around her legs. She knew that this would be the onset of yet another clothing malfunction, and her vivid imagination was already conjuring up the worst. She was back on the escalators again, heading up to the second floor, following the same hunch as before that it was unlikely for two clues to be close together. In truth though, she had no idea what her next clue was getting at, and she was well and truly throwing herself at the mercy of random good luck. And good luck had been in short supply of late. Several things were competing for Erica’s attention right now, and the clue itself had been rudely jostled into fourth place. Firstly, the inherent unfairness of it all! Secondly, at least the black-haired witch would need to slow down or risk exposure, not that exposing herself was something altogether alien to that brazen hussy! Thirdly, what the hell was up with the strange sensation in her stockings?! The escalator delivered her to the second floor and Erica, cheeks red from all the attention she’d been receiving from a couple of men who had taken the ride up with her, stepped off and went to make her way to the History section. As she took her first step forward though, she felt a strange albeit slight resistance that made bending her knee just a bit more effort than was natural. Mumbling an unheard apology to the two smiling men she was now blocking from getting off the escalator, Erica shuffled to the side and began to experimentally bend her knees. Erica quickly realised her latest predicament. As long as she kept her legs relatively straight, the stockings didn’t put up much of a fight. That was fine, although mildly disconcerting, while in a normal walking gait. However the moment she tried to bend them further, into for example a normal running gait, the stocking material became completely inflexible as if by magic, and she was forced to straighten her leg again. She was constrained to walking pace now, and that wasn’t even the worst of it. As Erica raised her leg up and down, she looked on in shock as her previously reliable skirt suddenly seemed to develop a dozen full length slits all around her. The slits ran all the way from the belt to (and through) the hem-line, and so had the undesirable effect of turning her skirt into thirteen completely independent strips that felt no compulsion to work together to protect her modesty. Reduced to a walking pace, and with no overlaps between the strips of her skirt, Erica now risked the teasing exposure of her sexy green panties with every agonising step around the library. Permitting herself a moment to stomp her feet at the world, Erica then tried to suck up all the emotions running rampant inside her mind. She gave her dress a final flinty look as if to dare it to do anything else even remotely naughty, and set off once again into the thronging afternoon mass of library-goers. ********** Agent Stacey Shackleton stood by the periodicals shelves of the Politics section, idly flicking through this month’s Foreign kolej escort bayan Policy. She wasn’t bothering to keep a direct eye on Erica or Kimberly, as she knew Mitchelson would have that under control through whatever voodoo magic he’d used to take over the Library’s surveillance cameras. She had noted with amusement that a security guard had wandered over a few minutes back to make a few pointless prods and pokes at a mysteriously unresponsive camera nearby. She imagined that somewhere in the bowels of the Library, there were a couple of underpaid employees staring at blank computer screens and wondering just what was up with the IT gremlins today. It would be a while before anyone would actually summon the enthusiasm or talent to do anything constructive about it, and by then this little game would have played itself out to it’s conclusion. No, it was sufficient that she was ‘around’, as a glorified one-woman rapid-response unit, and if Mitchelson needed her to intercede in person, then he knew how to reach her. She was settling back into an interesting article on the Syrian civil war, when she felt the change in the air. In fact, she felt Kimberly Reed’s presence before she actually saw her. Or perhaps more accurately, she felt the head of every man in a two aisle radius of her swivel as if on a psychically-linked turntable. Her heavy disguise didn’t exactly hide the fact that Stacey was herself one of life’s natural beauties, but she was fairly certain she hadn’t personally done anything out of the ordinary in the past few seconds to merit that response. Interest piqued, she glanced in the general direction the men were now staring in, and saw the steadily moving figure of Kimberly Reed half-jog, half-bounce across the floor not twenty meters away. With her blouse billowing out like a parachute trying to pull her back, Stacey and her fellow audience members were left in no doubt as to the colour and general style of Kimberly’s bra, even from this distance As several men dropped what they’d been reading, Stacey wore a strange expression of amusement tinged with more than a hint of self-recognition. ******** If Erica had thought that not being able to run or the constant green flashes that appeared between her skirt slits were bad enough, she hadn’t reckoned with the bottom shelves of the Classics section. It had been a very long two minute walk from the Art History section, where she’d been when she finally realised that the next clue would be somewhere around the Roman Mythology books. It felt like half the city had been appraised as to the fact that Erica Matthews was indeed wearing matching undergarments today. She knew the consequence of trying to hold the skirt together would be even worse than the constant embarrassment of the material strips wandering about mischievously, so she’d had to clench her fists by her side and live with the rising attention that befitted her current state. But now that she’d arrived at the long line of books on Roman Mythology, she realised with a sinking feeling of resignation that the book she was looking for was destined to be on the bottom-most shelf. Unable to bend her knees, there would be no way for her to kneel down or squat, and that only left one unpalatable alternative. Argh! Erica’s fists went from merely-clenched to red-balls-of-fury, as she finally gave in to the inevitable and bent her body at the waist. If it was any consolation that years of Pilates had made Erica very flexible, it didn’t show in her expression as she began to scan the books at the bottom. The gasps of astonishment behind her told Erica everything she needed to know about the current state of her skirt. With Erica fully bent over, the back strips of her badly behaving skirt parted like the Red Sea, and the material instead slid over hips and settled by her side. Her resplendent green panties shone like a beacon leading men to the promised land, and Erica had a hard time concentrating on reading the titles of the book spines as the whirring of cellphone cameras filled up the background noise. The shelf was a long one and she had to edge along for several meters looking for the book in question. With every title she passed over, the desire Escort sihhiye to stand up straight became stronger and stronger in her. Surely the book she was looking for must be around here somewhere. As she began to hear the barely-whispered conversations of those with front row seats to her performance, the words they were using to describe what they were seeing made her ears burn. As the descriptions soon flowed on into suggestions, Erica finally let out a small shriek and turned to face her admirers. “How dare you!” she said, indignantly, trying to ignore the fact that she was the one flashing her ass at everyone. The men only smiled more though, and Erica turned back in a huff to valiantly try and resume her searching. She was only a dozen or so books from the end of the long shelf now and suddenly – out of the corner of her eye – she spied the simple grey spine of a small, partly obscured book resting on the next shelf along. The book had the equally simple title: DE. With a small cry of exhilaration, Erica started to move towards it and was mere centimeters away when her outstretched arm was rudely knocked aside. Unable to bend properly at the knees, Erica struggled to regain her balance. By the time she had, she looked up in despair to find her rightful place taken by a certain raven-haired harlot. As Kimberly Reed theatrically kneeled down, she grabbed the simple book and yanked it off the shelf. “You know, green really does suit you, Erica.” Kimberly said, as she took in Erica’s current state of dress. “Give that back!” Erica cried, reaching out for the book that Kimberly tantalisingly held out in front of her. “Ahh, no, no, I really don’t think so, girlfriend. Tell you what though, I think you’ll be getting the clue soon enough anyway, so don’t stress about it too much!” Kimberly winked at Erica knowingly, and skipped past her, heading back up the aisle they’d both just come down. As she danced past the stricken Erica, Kimberly took the opportunity to playfully spank Erica on the ass with the book. As Erica tried to turn around, and send Kimberly on her own way with a swift kick to her retreating backside, the resistance of her stockings caused her once again to lose balance and Erica unceremoniously toppled over on to the library floor. “Now now, Miss Matthews, no lying down on the job, there will plenty of time to rest and reflect on the day’s events later on.” The earpiece’s mock serious tone infuriated Erica, but she had just enough control over herself to know that screaming at someone who had complete control over her clothing wasn’t going to help right now. “You saw that, you saw the cheating bitch steal that book from me!” Erica said plaintively. “Well, `stealing’ is a serious allegation, and our match review committee will impartially look into the matter to see if Miss Reed’s actions merit suspension from any future matches.” “How the hell’s that supposed to help me now?” “Sadly it does not, but thankfully help is on hand in another guise. For I have another clue for you, Miss Matthews, and if you’d be so kind as to pick yourself up, both literally and metaphorically, then perhaps you might see about evening the score yourself.” Erica grimaced again, and started to struggle to her feet. Naturally none of her fellow citizens bothered to even raise a hand to help, as she cut a comical figure getting to her feet while not bending her knees. Her skirt was now all over the show, with everyone getting the full effect of her green underwear as she splayed her legs out and edged her way into a upright position. Finally grabbing a nearby shelf, she hauled herself to her feet, and quietly seethed at the men who had let her do all that completely unassisted. They then had the temerity to break out into applause, making Erica’s mood even worse than it already was. As she gathered herself for one more race, her hands subconsciously moved to smooth the skirt out into some semblance of normality. But it was with innate intuition that her heart was already sinking even before her hands encountered warm skin rather than the material of the skirt. Erica didn’t even bother to look down to acknowledge the fact that the remnants of her skirt had been left sincan escort on the floor where she’d laid. The sole vestige of her skirt that she had retained was the belt around her waist, and the thin sliver of material that had been attached to the belt underneath. That helped cover up precisely nothing at all. Instead, Erica simply inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled again. She stuck her chin out, made sure her panties were at least in order and properly presented, and firmly decided that this, this experience right here, this feeling right now, was absolute rock-bottom. This was the line in the sand, the final victory that Kimberly Reed would ever experience. Almost liberated by the loss of her skirt, Erica felt like a hidden reservoir of resolve had suddenly erupted inside of her. No more. This was as bad as it was going to get for her, but things were about to get so much worse for Miss Kimberly Slut-Bitch-Whore Reed. And so it was, still flushed by steely determination, that Erica greeted the sudden vibrations that kickstarted in the front of her underwear with an almost manic, out-of-control laugh. Pressed up against her skin, Erica realised almost instantly that she had scant minutes to go before the stimulation from the built-in and hitherto secret vibrator became too much to withstand… ********** In took Kimberly only a few minutes to make her way back to the fifth floor, and begin searching for what she was confident would be the winning clue. Judging by the state of Erica’s dress just now, the idiot must have fallen foul of a penalty, and she was savouring the thought of just how embarrassed Erica must be right now. Kimberly was almost tempted to try and drag this game out a little longer, but she regretfully realised that there was no point taking stupid chances. Eyes on the prize Reed, Kimberly reminded herself. She thought back to Decider Enterprises’ promise that victory would be total, and contented herself with knowing that there was a decent chance the two of them would be together when Erica finally suffered complete and utter defeat. And if Kimberly was there, she’d make damn sure there was a heavy emphasis both on the complete and on the utter. With her blue bra and white blouse attracting plenty of attention, she even afforded those around her a pleasant and friendly smile as she surged on. ********** One floor down, Erica Matthews darted as quickly as she could from aisle to aisle, straining to resist the urges she felt beginning to build up inside of her. At least five minutes had already passed, and the vibrator appeared to be on a low but steady setting. Erica had gloomily surmised that Decider Enterprises were just the sort of people to be able to design tiny, undetectable batteries that would keep on going until the job was done. In a bizarre, the-glass-is-half-full kind of way, the vibrator at least distracted Erica from the fact that her tight, sexy backside was now on permanent display to all around her. The underwear wasn’t doing all that good a job of hiding her front parts either, and it was only the fact that she was too focussed on fighting the constant, ceaseless vibrations, that meant she wasn’t completely paralyzed by the whistles of amazement that tracked her movements to anyone with decent hearing. Fourth floor. The science sections were here, and Erica realised that this was also the site of their first clue. Would the voice have put more than one clue per floor? She supposed they must have done, especially if this was to go down to the wire and Erica was to start finding a few more herself. Still, so far each clue had been on a different level: fourth, first, second. That left third and fifth. Erica had started on the fifth floor, and she came to an admittedly random decision. She’d head to the fifth floor and let the die be cast. There was still the problem of getting up to the fifth floor of course. The ride up to the fourth floor had been excruciatingly long, and it was only due to the fact that the handful of available security guards were too busy trying to fix their security cameras that she hadn’t already been intercepted. Clad essentially in only her undergarments and stockings, and with an inappropriately done up blouse that seemed to only accentuate the sheer exhibitionism on show, Erica was every heterosexual male’s daydream come true. The stylish silver bracelets on her wrists glistened as she happened to pass by a window to the outside world.

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Inescapably I was sat facing her at the next table, unable to avert my captured gaze. Good fortune had me pass this seaside cafe to see, seated by the window, a tumble of gorgeous hair flowing to astonishing breasts barely contained by a bikini top. Not merely impressive by size but tautness. The owner seemed occupied by the menu but looked up directly at me. The softest of smiles sent quivers into my crotch. “Like what you see?” she knowingly asked, a firmer smile included. Options sparked in my thoughts, denial not a worthy one. “Magnificent” I accurately offered which prompted a melodious giggle. “Aren’t you supposed to be embarrassed to be caught leering at a young girl’s tits?” she teased. “I prefer the word breasts. I’m enjoying looking at your amazing breasts, yes I am. Possibly as much as you are, judging by the flush about them since I sat here.” At which she got up (regretfully, to leave I thought) I noticed she wore a sarong that clung to her round buttocks and legs. I studied her, them, as if time had slowed for what I thought would be the mere seconds as she parted. A beguiling jiggle as she moved, my heart raced, a sight of wonder, large, but so firm, they wobbled left to right and then up/down, so subtly but emphatically, her bikini top followed the flow. But to my delight she sat down at my table with a deliberate bump and the motion that caused was heavenly. Sat so close to me I could feel warmth from her body. “Thank you for that. That was thrilling your breasts are…” “Shush!” So I shushed. “I know the effect my (she raised her voice) Tits! Boobs! Mammaries! Have. Just for you handsome, my breasts have, and I adore the attention, when I want it.” “I’m here on holiday with my boring parents would you believe, a much needed Uni break. They’ve gone off to see some ruin or something, so I said I’d stay in town, look around, shop, whatever. What possible mischief could a twenty something girl get up to? (she winked) I headed straight to the beach in my bikini planing to take it off, display the girls for all and sundry, That plan made me so hot ‘n juicy. But when I got to the beach there were too many macho types all around me like flies, talking drivel at me, bothering me, not properly admiring me, you know? If they had just watched they would all have bulges to try to hide, unforgettable mammary memories to wank to! but I didn’t stay, ended up here, where I’ve found a man who knows what he likes. Lovely.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I enquired kolej escort “What?” “Batting of the eyelashes thing.” “I’m propositioning you! Can’t you tell? I thought it was pretty explicit” I raised my eyebrow and suggested I was more then twice her age. “Well, you’ve experience and manners then, I bet you know a naughty thing or two you could teach me. Come on pops! let’s have some FUN! What would you like to do to me?” she pleaded. I stayed silent for a few seconds, pondering, but she persuaded me with the arrhythmic movement she caused. “You’re a very naughty young lady…” “When I want to be I can be very naughty. Hols is when the libertine emerges. Those at University can’t know of this side of me that’s just the way it has to be. My libido goes into overdrive and that can involve the airing of my ‘magnificent’ did you call them? breasts. Your appreciation is refreshing, so, what would you like to do to me? My parents shouldn’t be back ’till late… got a nice hotel room… ” “Since you’re already perverted I can’t be accused of debauchery I suppose. I agree… as long as you do as I say. And I don’t do to you I do with you” “Ooh masterful! I consent, I think!” “Nameless like-minded strangers sharing a kink? A fleeting encounter, without repercussions? Mmm sounds deliciously salacious young lady, this is what you want? You are prepared to do as I tell you?” “Yes sir, please sir. Yea, we complement don’t we. Like I told you I’m at University studying for a degree don’t ask which subject or anything about that. I’m much more demure there, with friends so jealous of my body! The lads are always trying it on with me I’m tempted but I won’t let anything get in the way of my studies, they all think I’m stuck-up, but you will know different. Degree first, everything else nowhere. Except holidays! Yea for holidays!” “Are you aware of how reddened your skin becomes when you’re aroused , like you are now” she looked down at where I was looking, “It is extremely sexy, more so because of them. They glow” “Yea, you’re right, it’s a dead giveaway! Looks sexy to me too. I notice it when I masturbate in front of a mirror.” she relished sharing that. We ate, perceiving the lust in each other as I outlined what she might do. “How did you feel when you first saw me through the window?” she wanted to know. “Oh, you saw that did you? (she smiled warmth at me again) Fervent desire, everything else became irrelevant, I had to look at you as much as I sihhiye escort bayan could for as long as I was able. Looking was the only option it seemed. There was a distinct tingle fizzing along my cock. Not erecting, more its’ detection of the highly desirable. Erection comes when there is a possibility of more, like now…” “You have an erection!” this seemed to please her greatly. “Are you uncomfortable? Do you need to adjust… something?” She laughed as she showed her concern. “Call it a semi. It’s been there since you sat at my table. I’m always commando, let the boys hang loose and swing (I winked!). I find it much more comfortable otherwise yes I probably would need something adjusting or untangling! And you? how does it feel?” “Hang on I’m still with the commando image! Er, yea, a tingly clit, creaming, you’ve seen my flush, and the girls get excited too, sensitized. And there’s the mental rush, what I’m causing is very arousing! It’s the power. And I just creamed some more telling you. My clit’s throbbing because of you. Come on, I’m going to do it” She left and I followed after impatiently paying the bill. Hurried to where she was headed, so to observe her, from a well judged distance, parade along the street in her tiny bikini. She visited a variety of shops, a local market, buying nothing but attention. At a particularly busy street her sarong undid itself, falling to the ground. At its’ retrieval, shaking it, and her breasts, to clear the dust away. Struggling as she was, the blushing orbs divested themselves from the inadequate top. A squeal sounded, more of pleasure than pretend embarrassment. Her hands made strange attempts at covering them, pressing, squeezing, an small audience astonished at the spectacle, myself included. What’s a girl to do? She had to remove the dishevelled bikini top, carefully wrap the sarong back over herself while standing topless in the middle of the street. Unnecessarily shaking her breasts in apparent preparation for the return to the flimsy top from which they had joyously escaped. This accomplished, she made for the hotel. “O fuck, what a thrill!” she enthused. “Your odour confirms that!” “O fuck yeah!” she seemed a bit hyper as she tugged off her meagre clothing “You’re going to fuck me now?” “You are to do as you’re told!” I asserted. She was naked expecting to be taken, perhaps roughly, she imagined. She flowed her hands over herself, briefly breasts, as if they were too sensitive. Escort sincan Fingertips were feeling her body’s pleasure watching me looking her over. An urgent need to vent her stimulation exuded from her. “You can fuck me now, you’re allowed, we agreed” “No. Stand still” she did so, tremulous. I sat on the bed enjoying her aroused condition. I told her to place her arms by her side and to stay still. I walked around her examining, not touching. I described her body to her as I saw it. The perfection of her breasts, that they were too big for her frame which is why they were so fabulous. Their buoyancy extraordinary I told her, to which her breathing deepened. Her entire body was a mottled mess of pink and red, her arse so round, tapering beautifully to her legs. A clump of long pubes topped bald labia protruding soiled with pale dew, her clitoris shone out of its bright pink wrap. She shuddered audibly as I described her state. Breasts, a perfection of shape. From the back, visible to the side a generous curve. A narrow waist. Your whole body a curvaceous ideal. What perfection you are. She panted. I stood behind her and carefully placed a hand under each one. Her breathing stopped. I took their weight in my hands and I thought she would feint as she lent back into me. “You carry them with such poise and elegance” I whispered, “You need not say but you tend them, don’t you. Work all the necessary muscle, cream them with tender applications and all worthwhile.” I stood in front of her removing my clothes, that made two of us well endowed she sighed. I pulled a chair to the middle of the room and sat. She on on my right thigh, told not to talk, with her legs open between mine. My legs opened wide, my erection pressed warm on her left thigh. I placed my right arm along her back. She stared at my cock, full and bulbous but not in position to fuck. I gently bounced her so they would do the same. I kissed her cheek, nuzzled, pulled at her earlobe with teeth, while my free hand inserted a finger into the wet warmth. Something to moan about. Dandling on my thigh, an arm for support a single finger squished and slithered in and about her sloppy hole. Arms flailed in abandonment not knowing what to do. A brief grab of them, the thigh she was sat upon, my cock, as a finger poked and prodded, rubbed and slid, all the while she was dandled. The day’s foreplay needed meagre assistance, I held her from falling as she yelled out most of the day’s excitement in an overwrought orgasm. She gasped loudly, spasm after spasm gripping my finger, she was consumed by release, I was engrossed. Awash in warmth she calmed. I moved my hand from her copiously flowing pussy to squeeze one of them. If a finger had still been there it would have felt another grip, a spurt of gunk.

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What can I say about Steven?  He’s nice, maybe too nice.  He’s tall, gaunt but with an athlete’s build, has a swarthy almost Mediterranean complexion, and works for himself as landscaper and home remodeling contractor.  Being single generally means that I can do what I want, when I want, and I have nobody to answer to.  I love it and wouldn’t trade it for the world.  The only downside is that if you’re a single female, you also have friends that look upon your being unattached as some form of curse or disease that they will try to ‘cure’ for you.And that’s how I met Steven.  One of my friends has just moved in with her new beau.  Because she’s all a-flutter with those sweet sticky romantic feelings that accompany moving in with somebody, she felt the need to fix me up with a friend of her boyfriend; the aforementioned Steven.  Steven the nice… Steven the too nice.  For me, it’s kind of hit or miss if I decide to go on any particular blind date.  I agreed to go because of the dry spell I’ve been having the past couple of months.  Don’t get me wrong, I can find a man any time I want, I just hadn’t found any that did it for me. Plus, I’ve noticed that I have a curse about me.  Any time I find myself a potential mate it seems that immediately after I sleep with them they find their true love.  My friend Liz has begun calling me “Good Luck Krys” after the Good Luck Chuck movie!But I was in a dry spell.  I found lots of men that I wouldn’t mind sleeping with, even went out to dinner with one and to a club with another.  Ultimately none of them did it for me.  So I agreed to meet Steven.  I don’t know if it is because I’m a hopeful romantic at heart, or just because I was really craving the feel of a hard cock slamming into my wetness… probably a little of one and more of the other.  Nonetheless, I agreed to meet Steven on a blind date at a restaurant.I didn’t know exactly what to wear, which seems to be a recurring theme with me.  Not wanting to look like I was merely meeting him to have sex, I decided on a demure frilly long green gypsy skirt and a tasteful, yet sexy, cream colored pullover shirt.  We met at a typical steak house type place early on Saturday evening.  He was there before me and greeted me warmly.   I won’t bore you with all the details of the evening, but I will say that I got plenty of admiring stares from the staff and some of the patrons.  Steven was nice and on his best behavior.  He was dressed well, but not dressy.  He wore nice black denim pants, casual shoes, and a light blue button down shirt.  We did share many common interests so the conversation went well to the point that we both ignored our bailout calls and laughed about that.  During the evening I steered the conversation towards sex time and time again.  While he would speak with candor about some things, he remained on his best behavior…and nice.  Steven was charming, but not Prince Charming.  After dinner, he walked me out to my car.  I invited him to my place for ‘some wine’ and even thrust my breasts out and gave him my ‘take me now’ look so he’d get the message.  Either he didn’t or he just wasn’t interested.  I took his reluctance to get me nude as well as I could and asked him if he’d like another evening with me.  He thanked me for not making him ask and we agreed to meet in one week, my treat.  He asked me what I wanted to do and I told him, “Get you drunk and seduce you.”Despite feeling rejected, I had a pleasant dinner with Steven the nice, but not getting any sex out of him made me just want it more.  The drive to my home from the restaurant was maybe a little more than forty five minutes.  As I turned to get into my car Steven very gently grabbed my arm, stopping me.  I turned to face him and he moved in for a kiss.  Steven may be too nice but he certainly knows how to lay a kiss on somebody.Gentle at first, then delicately probing, his lips met mine and soon the rhythm of his kiss was in time to my breathing.  I felt my body heat rise, and I almost chuckled mid-kiss wishing I would have chosen to wear panties that night because I could feel the wetness starting to drip already.  Far too soon, he broke it off, blushing and smiling, wished me a good evening and then walked in the direction he had indicated his car was parked.  I got into my car and immediately thought about fingering myself to orgasm right then and there just to relieve some of the lusty tension that had built up.  It was my own fault I suppose.  I had figured that any guy on a first date would jump at the chance for sex with a hot single redhead.  I was wrong.  I was so certain that I was going to get lucky that I was actually surprised that Steven was so nice… too fucking nice.I didn’t finger myself and get off right then and there.  It had to be at least three minutes later before I hiked my skirt up over my thighs and started rolling my clit in little circles.  Just before my turn off to get out of the city a load of four guys in an SUV pulled up beside me.   I was waiting for the light, as were they.  One of them happened to look down.  I’ll be honest, I was hoping they would. My nipples were so hard Gölbaşı escort bayan you could have seen them even through a metal breastplate.  I had abandoned all pretense of being coy and my legs were spread far enough that there was no doubt as to what I was doing.  I was also humping my fingers which made it obvious that I was fucking myself.Knowing I had an audience made it even hotter for me.  I looked over and all four of them were plastered to the passenger side windows watching me finger myself.  I stopped and smiled and removed my finger from inside of myself and drew a heart on my driver’s side window of my car with my own juices.  As the light changed and I began accelerating onto the on ramp, I blew them kiss and waved at them smiling.I exited the city, still touching myself, and took the long way home through the country roads rather than take the highway most of the way.  It had begun to get dark and by the time I was halfway home I had removed my bra, which is no small trick when you’re driving and alternated between teasing my nipples and then teasing my pussy.  I kept myself on the brink of orgasm the rest of the way home my mind racing back and forth fantasizing about what could have been with Steven and my most polite and appreciative audience in the SUV.  Steven’s loss I guess.  When I got home I left my car in the drive and sat down on a chair on my front porch. Opening my legs to the stars I plunged two fingers of one hand inside of myself and rubbed my clit hard and quick. I came quickly, hard, and loudly; my fantasies somehow combining themselves in my mind.  My orgasm erupted through me as thoughts of Steven taking me while the college boys in the SUV watched and played with themselves.  That night I wore myself out and even burned up one of my vibrators!  I did, however, sleep very well.The next week was filled with work and plans for summer landscaping, making arrangements for a gazebo I wanted, and more work.  Steven texted me exactly three days later, reaffirming our date for the week.  Over the course of the week, our messages become more and more sexual…my fault I did it on purpose.  The day before our next date I sent him a picture of my pussy and told him on no uncertain terms that I expected my date to put out.  He laughed it off.  Steven is so nice…too nice!  When our second date came (pardon the future pun) I found out why.I chose everything perfectly, or so I thought.  I reserved us a place at one of the oriental steak grills where they prepare the meal at your table.  I chose my outfit very carefully.  I wore a medium gray pencil skirt that hugs my figure quite well.  It tapers just perfectly at my hips and hugs my ass.  When I walk it rides up from just a few inches above my knees to mid thigh, and when I sit you can easily see the contours of my legs.  It’s soft, supple, and comfortable and it’s one of those skirts that really can’t wear panties with because the lines will show far too much.  I hardly ever wear underwear, so that is no problem.  On top of that, I chose a flowing ruffled deep emerald green blouse.  It is gorgeous.  The cuffs end in lacy bells and the front has vertical ruffles.  Just a little bit of plunge at the neck shows off good cleavage but not enough to make it look intentional.  The fabric is satiny but opaque.  With me deciding to go braless as well, the top looked amazingly sexy.  When I walked the jiggle of my breasts was enough to entice but not so obvious as to be slutty.  Now I like what most people would call slutty outfits, but this wasn’t the time.  I was looking for hot sex, not a wild gang bang.  I did what I like to call my ‘witchy’ makeup to bring out my green eyes and my high cheek bones, and chose a nice slightly orangish red lipstick to accentuate my red hair.I made the drive into the city the pick Steven up.  He was dressed much the same as the last time.  He was ready and waiting for me when I got there.  He was such the gentleman and held the door for me as I got in.  He got into the passenger seat and we had pleasant chat to the Japanese grill. The whole time I was bringing up sex and how horny I was.  Now, if you talk to just about any guy, he’ll tell you that he likes sexually aggressive women…not all really do; some get scared off by this.  Steven was a trooper.  I could tell that our talk was having an effect on him.  He looked really nervous as we were talking.  My innuendo was getting to him.  As we approached the place I had reserved at, I went to put a hand on his thigh and ‘accidentally’ brushed my hand over his cock.  It was already hard.  When my fingers glanced over his shaft you’d think that I had just shocked him with high voltage.  I felt it practically jump at my light touch and he let out a cross between a moan and long sigh.  I glanced over smiling and saw his whole body quiver slightly.  That had the effect of pushing my arousal into high gear.We pulled into the parking lot and Steven had his door open quickly.  He jumped out of the car and more or less jogged over to my door.  Knowing that he was all hard over me made Escort Keçiören me feel wanted, desired, wanton and naughty.  When he pulled open my door I swung my legs out in an exaggerated fashion, knowing that it would make my skirt ride up to the top of my thighs.  My coy maneuver was not unnoticed, and his eyes went straight up my legs to my now exposed bare pussy.  I looked at him and his face was visibly red and he had a nice bulge showing in his groin.  I stayed that way for a few seconds, allowing him to drink it all in.  I pretended that I didn’t notice and took his still outstretched hand and stood up making a show of straightening my skirt.We went in and were immediately seated.  It was perfect timing.  There were four others seated around the table, and the waitress, complete in a kimono, was taking everyone’s drink orders.   We were seated on the far left edge of the table.  Where we were there were only two seats, one for me and one for my date.  Although the table could seat about a dozen people, there were only six others.  A nice looking young couple, probably in their twenties, was seated at the other end of the table across from us.  There were two other couples all about the same age seated along the long side of the table right by them.  They obviously all knew each other as they were conversing amongst themselves with that familiarity that only friends have.  This seating arrangement gave Steven and me about half the table length between them and us.We were tucked into a corner by the back wall.  There was a wall to my right and directly behind me.  To the left of our end of the table was an ornate pillar. Because we were so far back and almost walled off it felt like we were our own little alcove even though there were six other people about ten feet away from us.  Our drinks came, and I started on my only drink of the evening; I was driving.  We both quickly looked over the menu and ordered our dishes.  In no time the chilled salads arrived and Steven and I talked as we ate.Between the salad and the Miso soup, I allowed my left hand to drop and slowly started caressing his thigh.  Steven immediately got nervous.  The air conditioning kicked on and it was then that I noted that we were right below one of the vents.  Although the day had been unseasonably hot, the night air was already cool.  The AC had the effect of giving me little goosebumps all up and down my torso.  My nipples began to stand right out.  A quick glance at my chest revealed what I already knew.  Even seated it was obvious that I was braless.  Steven was concentrating on sipping his soup, but the guy at the other end of the table was staring right at my tits.  His girlfriend (I assume she was) was laughing over something with one of the other girls.  I gave him a devilish smile and turned to my wine.  As I sipped, I straightened up allowing my already hard nipples to press against the fabric.  I had to turn so the guy wouldn’t see me laugh as he dropped his fork.Our chef came and was quite entertaining.  As the preparation of the meal progressed, I allowed my hand to wander up to Steven’s cock.  I could feel the hardness and was looking forward to having him.  At one point the chef was flipping pieces of shrimp into the patrons’ mouths.  When he flipped one towards me he missed my mouth completely (his only miss of the evening) and it went right down my shirt.  “Lucky Shrimp,” he laughed and everyone else had a chuckle.  I unashamedly reached down my shirt and fished it out.  I made sure to jiggle a bit more than necessary. The remainder of the meal preparation was enjoyable and I received more than my fair share of appreciative stares.  Close to the end of the meal Steven looked at me and asked me if I was wearing a bra at all.  I laughed and pushed my breasts out so the outlines of the swells of my breasts could easily be seen under my top.  I had been gently stroking his cock throughout the entire meal.  I wanted to make sure that he knew what I wanted. I smiled at his question.  “No,” I said.  “And I’m sure you noticed that I’m not wearing any panties either.”  As I said that to him I reached under the table with my right hand and pulled his hand under my skirt.  The lusty stares I had been getting all night had made me feel even more desired and wanton; that always makes my juices flow.  At the exact second that his fingers touched my very wet mound, I felt his cock twitching fast.  Then I heard Steven stifle a moan with a cough as a warm wet feeling enveloped my hand.  Poor Steven had cum in his pants.  The thought that somebody found me so hot that would cum just by barely touching my lips made me want to take him on the table right then and there.Steven was obviously embarrassed.  I’d like to say that the night ended up even hotter, but it did not.  He was so embarrassed that he immediately wanted to leave.  So I quickly paid our bill, leaving a nice tip as he nearly ran out to my car, leaving me all alone.  I decided to have some fun since I was so hot and bothered right now.  The feelings of empowerment and lust over making Kızılay escort him jizz himself at the table were rolling through me like thunder.    I ‘accidentally’ dropped my handbag when I got up and turned to pick it up.  I bent over slowly at the waist, hardly bending my knees, until I could reach it.  I felt the cool air rise up the backs of my exposed thighs and knew that by ass was barely covered.  I then straightened up and my skirt, as I mentioned before, had ridden up to the very tops of my thighs.  I turned towards the door and did my sexy walk to the exit.  I saw just about every guy in the place staring at me on the way out.Poor Steven was waiting at my car when I exited. I unlocked the doors and he got right in; so much for Mr. Nice Guy.  Before I could tell him how hot I thought it was Steven began blubbering about how he has always had this problem and how ashamed he is of it.  He seemed on the verge of tears when he asked me to drive him home.  I did as he asked and tried to explain to him how sexy it was to know that I can turn him on so much that he can cum from so little.  It did not bolster his confidence any.I dropped my date off and decided to stop by a coffee shop that I go to every now and then.  I prefer the little boho independent one by my store, but this one was just a little off my route home.  It was packed by a bunch of Hipster types but I managed to get a small one-chair table by the window.   I sipped a caramel mocha iced affair while I watched the weekend revelers pass by.  I was about halfway through my cup when I noticed a lone guy seated across the dining area from me.  He was doing some sort of work on a small laptop but mostly kept his eyes riveted on me. I discreetly kept an eye on my admirer as I sipped and eventually noted that he would run his eyes from my legs up to my breasts and then my face and back down again.  Every time my head would turn in his direction he’d quickly glance back to his laptop.  I looked out the window again but kept my concentration on his reflection.  After a few seconds, I caught him again looking at my hair and could sense more than see his stare devouring my breasts.  My still hard nipples grew even more prominent at the thought of being the object of his lechery.  I slowly spread my legs feeling the tight fabric ride up and spread.  Sure enough, his glance went down and I saw his mouth open agape when he realized that he had a straight view to my nude and still dripping pussy.  This time when I turned to look at him he didn’t pull his gaze away from between my thighs; he didn’t even notice until a few seconds later.  This time when he finally raised his head he saw me smiling at him seductively and he quickly pulled his gaze away, a mask of shame from being caught on his face.  I laughed aloud and put some cash down to pay for my latte.  I strutted over to him and he pretended to be engrossed in his computer.  I bent over and he glanced up at me with a very nervous and very guilty look on his face.  I whispered into his ear.  “I hope you enjoyed the show.  I’ll be thinking about you when I fuck myself tonight.”His face went from embarrassed to surprised and he looked me up and down.  “Wow,” was all he said as I turned and walked out feeling the heat of his stare on my ass.  I thought about inviting him outside for a dirty nasty quickie in an alley or something but dismissed the notion almost as soon as it came to me.  I went to my car, receiving two cat-calls from passerby’s along the way and pulled out into the night traffic.  Taking the long way home, I pulled over about fifteen minutes into the drive and took off my top and rode the rest of the way home topless with my skirt pulled up.  I got five appreciative horn honks but otherwise had no real adventures on the way home.  However, if you ever have the chance to drive at night with a cool breeze flowing over your nude body; the experience is liberating and oh so naughty.When I got home I didn’t bother pulling my top back on but instead stripped nude except for my sandals and walked around the house to the back door.  I let myself in and grabbed a nice bottle of fruity Pinot Noir.  I didn’t bother with a wine glass.  I strolled out of the house, still nude, and wandered through my garden and decided that since I had some money saved up that I wanted to put a gazebo in the back area by the wall.  I then sat on one of the benches and thought about the evening.  I am by no means afraid or ashamed to admit that I am a very sexual creature.  I understand that my biggest turn on is being wanted and when I get into a sexy mood I am an attention whore.  I definitely got the attention I was wanting this evening; just not the final result.  Between my admirers at dinner, Steven coming in his pants as I placed his fingertips on my pussy, and my avid fan at the coffee shop I was in high heat.  I got up and moved a few paces onto a bed of grass and teased my clit to orgasm with the neck of the bottle.  My orgasm was lusty and strong.  I moaned and swore loudly as my hips bucked in the dewy grass.  As the quakes subsided within my body, I realized that as strong as that orgasm was, it had merely whetted my appetite for more.  I got up and walked into the front yard grabbing a blanket from my car.  I paused to fold my crumpled clothes and place them on the hood and then danced my way to the top of the swell in my front yard and lay down on the blanket.

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“I do like this house,” Kara pronounced. She was naked, lying on her back at the side of the pool, looking at the sky. Dirk yawned, but not from lack of sleep, more from boredom. “Uh huh, so I gathered,” he replied, his eyes still on his paper. Kara stretched and put her hands behind her head. “I didn’t at first, though.” Dirk wanted to keep his focus on what he was reading, but being polite, asked, “And why not?” “No privacy.” Dirk snapped his paper and dropped it on the pool deck. “You’re joking!” he challenged, trying not to sound openly hostile. Kara rolled over and came to her knees, facing him. “No, really. I’m serious. I do need my privacy.” Dirk studied the naked body before him. “Doesn’t seem to be a concern right now.” Kara blushed. “Uh well -” “And you sure weren’t worried about it when Paul was here.” Dirk smiled as he added, “No, definitely not worried, wearing just… oh my god… flimsy panties and an open-front shirt.” They were on the patio, surrounded on all four sides by the house. Kara stood and crossed the few feet between them. Seating herself in Dirk’s lap, putting her arms around his neck and pressing her nose against his, she said, “Yes, but you guys were in the living room and I was in the den.”Dirk looked right, into the living room, behind a wall of glass, no curtains. “We might have been in the living room…” He looked opposite, into the den. Another wall of glass, and again no curtains. “…and you might have been in the den…” He pinched Kara’s bare nipples. “…but with you flashing these, I doubt Paul heard a word I was saying.” Kara brushed her nose against his. “I don’t remember you complaining. What I do remember though, was how anxious you were to get your hands on ‘em, soon as Paul was gone.” “Uh, yeah, but -” The doorbell rang. Kara grabbed Dirk’s arm and looked at his watch. “My god,” she exclaimed, “It’s afternoon!” She jumped off Dirk’s lap and scooped up her bikini. “Gotta be your contractor. I need to get some clothes on.” “Right. And please, this is not Paul. He’s a complete stranger, so behave yourself.” Dirk slapped her butt as she dashed for their bedroom, behind yet another wall of glass, and also with no curtains. Kara turned with an impish grin on her face. She gave Dirk the finger. He took his time getting to the door – needed to give Kara time to get safely into the bathroom. Dirk looked through the peep hole. Looks like he might be the contractor. He opened the door. The visitor started to introduce himself, “I’m Bill Jensen. We talked on the phone about some remodeling…” He stopped in mid-sentence, his mouth open, but unable to speak further. “Yes,” Dirk said, Escort Gölbaşı expecting the visitor to continue. When he did not, Dirk quickly said, “Right, thanks for coming. Do come in.” The visitor found his voice, “Of course.” Still in a state of surprised confusion, the visitor followed Dirk into the house. Dirk led him right to the den and commenced to explain what he had in mind. “I want a second story -” The visitor interrupted, “Forgive me, but I’ve got to know…” He squinted his eyes. “Did I see you last night?” “Might be,” Dirk replied, “I don’t remember the name of the place, but my girlfriend and I did eat dinner downtown.” “No, no… not Dallas – Fort Worth. That had to have been you I saw in Fort Worth last night.” Holy shit, thought Dirk. “Yeah, we did go to some club over there…” What’s his name, the contractor, Bill, he must have been there too. Dirk tried to brush it aside, “But we weren’t there long. Not sure I even know the name of the place.” Bill – that was his name – grinned conspiratorially. “Without Care,” he said, naming the club. Dirk nodded. Bill’s hands went up excitedly, “Now please don’t take offense, but that girlfriend of yours… Hot!” Dirk looked toward the bedroom where Kara was dressing. “Speaking of which, would you give me a minute?” Dirk was gone before Bill could respond. “You’re not going to believe this,” Dirk said, barging through the open doorway into Kara’s bathroom. She was wrapped in a towel, standing before the mirror, applying fresh makeup. “What? What am I not going to believe?” “The contractor, Bill Jensen, I think he called himself…” “Yes?” “He saw us last night, at that club we went to in Fort Worth.” Kara lit up. “Really? What did he see?” Dirk looked around the room, like he expected the answer to be there someplace. “He didn’t say, but he had to have at least seen us dancing.” Kara smirked. “So you’re thinking I should wear the same blouse and panties I was wearing last night.” Dirk pulled nervously at his ear. “Well, I guess you could if you wanted, but actually I was thinking you might want to stay in here, until he’s gone.” “And why would I need to do that?” “You don’t need to. You can do whatever you feel comfortable with.” “So I don’t have to hide then?” “No, no, of course not. I just wasn’t sure you’d want to face up to someone who saw us last night.” “You think Grayson might find out?” “No way. Well, I did get Bill’s name from James Ramsey. You do know him, he’s at Grayson Locke, too. But I don’t see Bill here saying anything to James about it, and even if he did, no way would James say anything to Grayson. So no, Keçiören escort I don’t see any reason for worry in that department.” “So I can do pretty much whatever I want. You’re not going to get upset or anything?” Dirk raised his hands in surrender, “Hey, makes no difference to me. Probably make his day.” “You mean like, even the towel, if that’s what I wanted to do?” Dirk took his time looking. Kara was bare except for it. “Well, you might ought to wear a little more than just the towel,” he teasingly suggested. “Right,” Kara said, “I’ll save the towel for another time.” She unwrapped it from her otherwise naked body, hesitating long enough for a lecherous once-over from Dirk, then shooed him out, snapping the towel at his retreating backside. Back in the den, Dirk apologized for having been gone so long, then continued describing what it was he wanted. “I need to add a second story to this part of the house. I don’t have an office downtown anymore. I want one here, above the den, so I have a place to work.” Bill was an architect who specialized in remodeling jobs. In addition to doing the design, he also supervised the construction. He had come highly recommended. “Alright, now if I come up with something you don’t like, or something you don’t understand, you stop me, okay?” Dirk nodded. Bill went on, “We can run the stairway up over there, over top where you have the TV and stereo. Under the stairs we’ll build in cabinets and shelves to hold that stuff. Probably be enough space behind to give you some access to the wiring. Now, what about the windows?” “You have probably guessed that Kara, that’s my girlfriend you saw last night, doesn’t like wearing a lot of clothes.” Dirk looked at the wall where the stairway and electronics were to go, trying to imagine how it would work. He paused a couple beats, then turned to the contractor. “So anyway, I’m going to want windows overlooking the courtyard, and windows overlooking the back yard.” “She’s fun to watch, huh?” “You noticed,” Dirk responded agreeably enough, although he was not altogether comfortable with Bill’s remarks. He attempted to shift the subject, “Anyway, the back windows need a bookcase under them. And my desk, that’ll be under the windows overlooking the courtyard.” He paused, rethinking what he had said. “No, on second thought, you can build the desk in too.” “Right. Not a problem.” Bill paused, looking around the den, looking through the windows toward the pool and the rest of the house, still thinking about Kara. “So does uh… what’d you say her name was?” “Kara.” “Right, Kara. She lives here with you?” “Uh Kızılay escort bayan huh. She’s finishing her bath. She’ll likely come around before you leave.” He smiled at Bill and asked rhetorically, “That’ll not be a problem, will it?” “Oh no, of course not!” he exclaimed, “But right now, I do need a table. Got to make some notes and do a few sketches.” “Right,” Dirk replied, “We can use the one in the kitchen.” He led Bill into an eating area at the side of the kitchen. Dirk moved toward a seat on the backside of the table, granting himself a view of the kitchen and most of the house beyond. He motioned Bill to the seat opposite. Bill took pencils and a sketch pad from the case he carried. He scribbled some notes and began to draw. Dirk’s confidence grew as he watched Bill work. The lines were straight and the proportions good, although Bill used neither a straight-edge, nor anything by which to measure. Dirk looked up and watched as Kara came through the living room and into the kitchen. She had put on clothes, but not anything she would have worn in public. Dirk held his breath, sure that Bill would turn when he heard her footsteps. Bill however, remained with his back turned. Kara, actually wanting Bill to turn and look, announced in a voice meant to gain attention, “Don’t mind me, I’m just fixing a pot of coffee.” Bill, quite surprisingly, still did not turn. He also didn’t say anything. He just continued with his sketching. Kara was wearing harem style pajamas. They would have been sexy, even if they had been made of denim. Although only moderately see-through, they left no doubt that there was nothing under them. Dirk liked the look, even if he did think it a bit too much with a stranger in the house. On the other hand, he thought, if Bill was also the one watching us in the parking lot last night, well… The top of Kara’s outfit had elastic around the neck line, arms and stomach. It was pulled down onto her arms, leaving her shoulders bare, and pulled up under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. The elastic waistband of the pants was pushed low, just above the pubic region. Dirk studied Kara’s barely hidden body as she fussed over the coffee maker. Her breasts were the perfect size for her petite body, probably a large ‘B’ or small ‘C’. They jutted out nicely from her rib cage without a trace of sag whatever. Her quarter-sized areolas contrasted nicely with her allover tan. At the center of the areolas were two even darker bumps, her nipples, which got larger and harder when she was aroused, like now. Dirk was certain that Kara’s nearly bare breasts would excite Bill as much as they did him, but Bill had yet to turn around. Kara reached into a cupboard above the sink, affording Dirk an eye-catching view of her backside. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was just at the top of her ass-crack, separating two nicely rounded mounds of firm flesh, each just the right size for a comfortable grip.

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I’m in trouble. For the first time in three years I might be late for work.We’re in the slowest elevator on earth. Just the two of us.I only caught a glimpse of him when he got on board on the second floor, together with some businessman who got out again promptly on the third – thankfully, because he was having a rather tense phone conversation and the secondhand embarrassment was starting to make my armpits itch.I caught his height and his skin tone and a flash of a smile when he, in turn, caught me looking.Or at least I think he did. Maybe he was smiling at the leggy blonde behind me who has also left the elevator on the third floor. Probably.I’m too chicken to turn around. I can’t start a conversation. Nobody can start a freaking conversation these days. Especially in an elevator. I mean, come on. That’s just awkward.On the panel above the door, the little red dot creeps across the numbers and the dots between them. I check my watch. Good thing I’ve made a habit of always being more than punctual. Still, coming only four minutes early feels like being late. Good grief, I should’ve taken the stairs.Then again, the staircase smells like old paint and new linoleum. Thanks to him, this elevator smells like old spice. I prefer the latter by far.Between the sixth and seventh floor, I hear him shift behind me. He coughs softly. Not like he’s trying to catch my attention, though.I think.Or is he?Suddenly, the elevator seems very small and tight.Tight. God, that word. Only thinking about it makes me feel warmer all over suddenly. It features heavily in that novel on my nightstand. Or, more accurately, in my nightstand. I don’t dare to leave it lying around even thought I’ve been the only person in my bedroom for… uh, years. Decades.Hope dies last, I suppose. Even if it’s so preposterous and kinda perverted that someone would just come up to me, corner me like one of those cocky, handsome bastards from my novel, and say something like-“It’s cute how you’re trying so hard to ignore me.”Either I’m having auditory hallucinations or he’s actually reading the same books as me, and quoting from them randomly at random strangers in random narrow elevator cabins. My breath halts in my lungs. I don’t dare to move a muscle. Which, I realize, is very stupid. It’s not like I’m not in plain sight, right in front of him in this tiny metal box.I entertain the idea of playing deaf. What a waste that would be, though. Gölbaşı escort His voice is deep and pleasant.Before I manage to actually open my mouth or at least turn my head and look at him to show that I’m not, in fact, deaf and know that he’s talking to me, I think I feel a touch on the small of my back. Just once, just a little point of contact, like the tip of an index finger grazing down my spine.Tactile hallucinations? All at once, I’m all sweat and hammering heart.I feel the whisper of a breath against the shell of my ear. His voice sends tickling vibrations zapping down my spine. I want to squirm away from the intensity of it, but I don’t.“If that’s how you want to play… let’s play.” His touch gets more insistent, more definitive. His breath is hot. “Here are the rules: You move, you make a single sound,” his voice drops to a raspy whisper, “and I’ll stop immediately.”I let my eyes fall shut and the input from my other senses seems to grow stronger – his smell, the warmth radiating from him, the pressure of his big palm against my back and his sheer closeness – so much so that I have to open my eyes again. I bite back a sound that’s bubbling up my throat and I still don’t move. I wonder if the thundering noise of my heart or the sudden twitch of my muscles should, technically, disqualify me and end this game right on the spot.As he registers my efforts to follow his rules, I can feel his smirk against my ear where he has pressed his lips to the upper bow. “I knew you would join in.” His hand slips down. I inhale when his palm cups my right ass cheek through my skirt. His fingers dig into my flesh possessively. “You’re panting for it. It’s obvious.” His arm wraps around my torso so that his other hand can rest against my stomach. Undecided yet whether it wants to go north or south first? My insides seem to wriggle around at the thought of either possibility. “You know, I like that a lot,” he says.I open my mouth to deny it, or to sneer deprecatingly at his words. Obvious, me? If I were, my nightstand drawer wouldn’t be the only place where the magic happens in my bedroom. Also, I can’t afford to be obvious. A woman can’t have a career if the men ever catch a whiff of the bitch in heat. Not to mention that I am too old for this. Or am I? I feel too old for my blood to be stirring like this.As if by magic, he has caught my scent nonetheless. And he Keçiören escort bayan likes it. A lot. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.The hand on my stomach has decided to slip underneath my blazer and upwards to my breast. He cups me and squeezes hard enough for me to feel every single finger through the fabric of my blouse and my padded bra. I bite my lip hard to keep from whimpering. My tits have never been particularly sensitive, but the roughness and unapologetic indecency of his touch has my knees literally quivering.And then his other hand slips down the curve of my ass, gathers up the material of my skirt, and thrusts between my legs from behind, and I bite down so hard that blood wells from my lip. Oh God. I dare to push up to my toes in my high heels, and to tilt my pelvis up, to relieve the pressure. To no avail.He tsks as his fingers press up against my most sensitive spot. “So wrapped up.” He’s referring to the panty hose, my panties and the pantyliner in them that separate him from my flesh. My swollen and weeping, achy flesh that responds to his harsh touch by swelling and aching and weeping even more. “Hmm. It will do… this time.”I barely keep myself from asking what he means by that. He pinches my nipple through my bra so roughly that it almost hurts, and suddenly pulls me backwards with his arm. I stagger half against him and catch myself against the handrail. We’re backed up into the corner of the cabin.The cabin softly jerks to a halt. The bell chimes. Both sets of doors slide open. Three people enter the elevator. I see their pale faces at the edge of my vision because I don’t dare to look up at them. They would see my flaming cheeks and my bloodied lip and the sheen of sweat on my forehead.Also, I don’t want to see whether they have noticed that his hand is still down there.Have they noticed that his fingers are moving…?Over my hose, panties and pantyliner, his fingertip draws a line from my clit to my entrance and back, making me feel like I’m grinding on him.… that my pantyliner is overflowing with every touch, slick and slippery from sweat and that clear dew that I sometimes lick off my fingers when I’m in bed with that book, imagining they are not my fingers-He presses two fingers flat against my pussy until I can feel my own pulse pounding in my labia.… and I’m going to come right here in this elevator, in front of Escort Kızılay all these people, at the hands of this complete stranger whom I allowed to molest me, like I’m one of those desperate and irresistibly desirable women in the novels I read way too often.He pushes his middle finger against my bud, and the heel of his thumb into the hollow of my vagina and I’m imagining us there, him with one hand inconspicuously between my legs from behind, the other hand in his pocket for his own pleasure, me, trapped and helpless against his touch and oh, oh fuck, I’m cumming-!“Excuse me, I think this is your floor?”I blink, then blink again. Then I wipe my chin because I could swear I was drooling. I don’t even care which floor we’re on, I have to get out of this elevator right now.I mumble something that might have been “uh, thanks” and practically dive out through the open doors to go find a restroom. I need toilet paper. Lots. Maybe a wet wipe or two. Some deodorant.I hope my awkward waddle is not as obvious as I think it is.Before the elevator door shuts behind me again, I have another auditory hallucination. I swear I can hear him mumble “Oh, it’s obvious” with a chuckle that zaps down my spine again.***I got off on the wrong floor, but it’s not critical. It’s just two flights of stairs up to the office now, which I take with exaggerated slowness to get my body temperature back to normal and my thoughts back in line. I’m very aware of that obtrusively chemically-flowery smell of my fresh panty liner and the odor of the restroom soap clinging to my hands and my armpits. Fantastic conditions for an interview. Thank God I’m the interviewer, not the interviewee.Standing in front of the heavy metal staircase exit door, I go over my wardrobe and hair once more, pull everything into place, take a deep breath and then step out onto the floor of my IT company.I make sure to absolutely not walk funny and grit my teeth through the tingling at the apex of my thighs. I’m glad to see it’s working because the receptionist greets me with the same friendly if joyless smile as usual, then goes back to playing Candy Crush without giving me a second glance.Good.I’m not obvious. I have no idea what he was talking about.I enter the conference room and find our senior manager already there, engaged in friendly conversation with the interviewee.Whose smile I recognize at once.I freeze on the spot and my breath halts.“Good morning,” he says as he spots me, tone polite and friendly.I shake off my stupor and offer a hand – slightly trembling – in greeting.“I’m sorry, it seems I got you off at the wrong floor,” he says as our fingers lock.Something in his bright smile and in his flinty eyes says ‘not sorry’.I’m in trouble.

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