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Toward nightfall Monica was left alone with Holden and Shane. Young April Wallace had to go home. A happy girl to say the least.

Monica had showered yet again to get the stench of Lyle Stikket off of her. Stepping out in a bath towel Monica found the boys kicked back watching TV. She kept the hidden camera to herself. Still it amused her where it might be hidden.

“I’m getting hungry. Ryan should have brought pizza.” She held her growling belly.

“Only that Diner up the road. Where April works.”

“There’s a McRonald’s out by the Interstate. Near that Adult Bookstore.”

Monica’s eye brow peaks, “The Licker Store”, right? We should go there. Buy me some toys Boys.”

She hops on her knees at the foot of the mattress to hint her desires.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” Shane creases his brow.

“Hey! I just got you two laid. Well, Ryan and I did. Still, you owe me.”

“Owe you?” Holden sneers.

“Okay, you don’t. I just don’t want to sit here all night. I need action.”

The guys groan, “Get dressed.”

“Yay!”

She quickly puts on a short white mini dress that her Dad had plucked from her closet by request. Nipples dynamic. Areolas shadowy and evident. Her cleavage more revealing than concealing. Spaghetti strings barely holding the dress to her shoulders.

Her hickies were equally visible through the material. Even her bosom granted their slight exposure. Of course her Dad had no idea when packing the dress for her. She didn’t care.

“Am I sexy?” She twirls in step at the base of the bed.

Eyes glare over her body before both boys shrug.

“Always.” Holden admits.

Shane looks concerned, “Aren’t you afraid people might think you were beat up? Those bruises look ummm…brutal.”

“I’ll just point the finger at you two. They did it Officer. Arrest their lips.” She giggles.

The guys crawl out of bed and head for the door. Along the way they literally pick her up by the armpits and guide her out the into the parking lot. She squealed all the way. At the truck she climbed into the middle of the bench style seat. Holden’s hands helped her along. Up under her skirt that is.

The drive took them around fifteen minutes. Deciding first to stop at the McRonald’s burger joint. She coaxed them into going inside to eat. The place had a number of middle aged couples. It was easy to tell that they ate there fairly often.

Standing back away from the counter eying the menu, the boys hadn’t even noticed Monica lift the back of her dress up to mid cheek exposure. With no panties on it was simple enough to tell. She ignored those behind her watching. Let them say whatever crossed their minds.

Finally deciding their order the boys shuffled forward. A lanky teenage boy with red hair and freckles stood to receive their order.

Behind him Monica counted a chubby girl of African American persuasion. Across from her at the grill station was another lad in his mid 20’s, also African American. He was ogling Monica with interest. So much so he stepped back further to see around Shane and Holden. No Manager material evident at this point.

Monica fluttered her fingers toward the man then turned around to look at the seating arrangement behind her. This gave the Griller a clean shot at her butt cheeks. Feigning dropping her clutch purse she even went so far as to bend over and touch the floor. In doing so her sexy little ass offered a tantalizing sample of clam shaped pussy and bruised rectal area.

Standing and returning her view toward the counter she saw the Man rubbing his goatee. His grin was pure interest.

“What are you wanting Monica?” Shane peered over his shoulder.

She glared toward the Man at the grill and blurted, “Something Beefy. Special sauce.”

Holden frowns toward the Cashier, “Yea, she will take a Big Mick meal. Coke for the drink.”

The cashier chuckled and shook his head. Holden paid the tab.

Leaving Holden to grab the tray forthcoming, Shane trudged over to Monica, “Really? Can’t we have a nice quiet meal?”

She fidgets and turns to show him her ass, “Nope!

Spotting her cheeks Shane immediately looked up to realize everybody in the seating area had seen her. Mumbles were filling the air.

“I’ll find us a booth.” Monica skipped away.

Dancing through the room she caught whispers saying things ranging from, “God help that poor girl.” to “Tramp.” and even, “Sweetest ass I ever saw.”

Monica took time to flutter her fingers about at every diner in the room. Graciously the men smirked and the women glared with distaste. Regardless Monica was pleasant toward them.

Dancing her way to a booth in the back of the eating area she leans over the table as if brushing off the table top. Her dress rode even higher. Lingering too long Shane reaches her and slaps her on the ass. It was still tender from her night at “Holly’s”. The impact made her exhale a deafening squeal.

“Ouchie!” balıkesir escort She stands erect and rubs her ass carefully.

“Don’t get us thrown out of here.” Shane whispers.

“Not going to behave.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

Holden finally makes his way to the table with the food tray. The second he arrives Shane nudges Monica to scoot over into the booth. All three took a seat.

The boys dug in wolfing their dinner down. For once they tried not to notice whatever Monica might be doing. She was at least nibbling at her fries. Content that her belly had something substantial in it.

Evil eyes were examining the room about her. Monica wanted to tease but knew the women about her would object if she went too far. Finally, she ate her burger.

Five minutes later Monica notices a tall White male in his mid 30’s behind the front counter. By his actions it was easy enough to tell he was the Restaurant Manager. Her eyes flare up when she notes he and the Fry cook looking her direction. Obviously the younger man had let him in on Monica’s tantalizing arrival. A flutter from Monica’s fingers acknowledged the Manager’s attention. He grinned and offered a simple nod. Work then continued leaving her to pout.

Shane realized after she waved at the Manager that the Man had no interest in stepping out into the eating area and tell her to straighten up or leave. Still both boys sweated at the others gaze.

“I have to go potty.” Monica shivers at a sudden chill.

The boys grit their teeth afraid to let her out of the booth. She raises an eye brow to offer her mental attitude.

“Fine! I’ll just go under.”

Monica eases her body sideways to crawl beneath the table. Once beneath the boys tense up due to Monica rubbing their crotches on her way through. The second she stops they turn their vision toward the others eating. All eyes were studying them.

Holden went so far as to shrug and frown. Shane however nodded with ego at her ventured hand.

On her knees she shuffles to escape the table. As she stands facing the tables around them she hops in step. Her 34DDD’s bouncing about. Her palms giddily halt their movement as she shrinks trying to feign a blush. It was a failed attempt the second she crushed her tits together.

Prancing around to spot the restrooms she wiggled her way toward the counter. The Manager stood near the register beside the young redheaded boy. They watched her with devoted eyes. The boy was beet red trying to appear in control of his emotions.

The Manager kept cool and smirked as she walked by. Again she flutters her fingers with an innocent but oh so guilty look in her eyes. Again Monica gently lifts her hemline to only reveal her lower cheeks. A mere tantalizing at best. She wanted to make sure the Manager wasn’t going to stop her for her actions.

In the side hallway leading to the restrooms Monica spots a side door from the Prep center open up. Out stepped the black man on a mission. He times his departure to coincide her arrival.

“Oopsie!” She stops cold to avoid the door.

The man eyes her from head to toe.

“Mmm! Mmmm! You are too fine.” He puckers with admiration.

Monica sheepishly grins up at his 5’7 stature.

“You just want to see my ass again.” She wiggles an index finger toward him.

“Hell yea, I do.” He chuckles.

“Nope. Not this time.” She shakes her head with mischief.

A glint of disappointment takes the expectant man back.

A moment of strained pause Monica reaches for her hem and lifts her skirt up to her belly button. She gives him a half frontal view.

“Only the front this time.” She beams.

“Damn! Who whipped your ass?” He eyes her snatch and the bruises shadowing it.

Smirking she blows dangling strands of hair from her cheek, “Who hasn’t?”

He didn’t know what to make of her answer.

Rubbing her tummy she looks down, “I hope all this fast food doesn’t ruin my shape.”

“You just need lots of exercise to work it off.” He winks.

“My thoughts exactly. I have a question for you.”

He eyes her smug look, “Ask.”

“I’m going over to that Adult bookstore when I leave here. What kind of toys should I buy?”

His eyes dance, “Big black dildo with my name on it.”

A glance at his name tag made her sigh, “Winston? I might have to smoke it.”

“I’m better than any dildo.” He points at his erection with both index fingers.

“Maybe I should buy the dildo and have a threesome with you.” She smiles biting her lower lip.

“I’m off in thirty minutes.” He suggests coyly.

She goes expressionless while pondering the thought, “Dildo’s rubber. You need one too.”

“I’ll buy some over at the store.” He nods, then averts his gaze toward the outer eatery, “What about your boyfriends out there?”

“Bodyguards. I do what I want. I have another question.”

“What?”

“How bartın escort cool is your Manager?”

“Todd? He’s cool.”

“So, if I strip out of this dress and just walk out into the dining area he won’t call the cops?”

Winston drops his jaw, “Serious? He might need to ask you to leave if the dinner folk complain. Not that he would want to. It’s his job y’know?”

“What about the other two workers?”

“Herman will just shy away. Estelle? Bull dike. Might pin you down and chew your clit off.” He chuckles.

“Ouchie! My clit’s really tender. All of me is.”

Again he eyes her belly bruises, “Gangbang?”

Sheepishly she lets out a deafening exhale, “Yes.”

Puckering he nods, “Daaaamn! Wish I had been there.”

“No disrespect, but you would have been the only black man there.”

“Never had a black buck before?”

“Oh, I have.” She eases by him slowly rubbing up against his side, his left hand grazing her butt cheek, “Potty time.”

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. He was forced to return to work as he noticed new customers arrive. Truck drivers.

After a much needed tinkle and a freshening up from a perfume vial Monica returns to the restaurant.

Uncertain of discarding her dress she spotted the two women whom sneered so heavily at them get up and leave. That in itself made her feel more at ease. She stepped into view of the front counter noticing a pair of men ordering. The Manager Todd was taking their order.

Pausing to glare about at the remaining eaters in the room Monica decides to keep her dress on. Heart beating fast she knew she needed to make a scene. One step at a time she thought. Regardless she hiked her hemline higher than earlier. Todd must see her bare ass. It was destiny.

Choosing to avoid looking toward Shane and Holden she pranced over to the condiment counter. She used that area as her first assault. Let’s see if Manager Todd would order her out.

No mistaking that he saw her after hearing a guttural clearing of his throat she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes bulged. It wasn’t Todd.

Instead it was one of the Truck drivers.

“Sweet as that ass is do you mind if I grab some Ketchup?” He stares down at her.

“Sowwy!” She steps aside after getting her own cups of ketchup.

“Don’t be. After hours on the road it sure is nice seeing a cutie like you.”

The second Driver steps to her opposite side, “What have we here, Clyde?”

Monica smiles over at the other man.

“How old are you?” He grunts.

“Old enough. Barely.” She beguiles him.

“Lot Lizard?”

She flares her eyes, “Oh no. Just a tease. I’m an exhibitionist.”

Puckering the driver nods, “Tease harder.”

She winks up at him, “If I don’t get thrown out I will.”

A glare over their shoulders they spot Todd watching them. Todd nods and turns away. Winston by his side talking.

Behind the drive thru window the girl Estelle wagged her tongue toward Monica.

Herman the Red? He went about wiping off tables. Hiding his face.

“Looks like that Manager turned his cheek.” Trucker “Burt” leaned low to sniff her hair.

Monica sets her ketchup aside and pivots in step to face the counter. With a hunger in her eyes she stalks her way toward the front. Reaching the counter Monica slaps her palms on the surface to get the attention of Todd.

The Manager hears the impact forcing him to twist slightly. His eyes narrow as she smiles up at him with an almost possessed gaze. With a creased brow Todd approaches her.

“Can I help you?”

She lowers her gaze even further until her long hair drifts down over her eyes.

“Hi Todd. I’m going to remove my dress and go streaking in the restaurant. If you want to call 9-1-1 be my guest. That, or start whistling at my sexy ass.” She huffs the hair from her lips with a timid pause, “I’m waiting.”

Behind Todd both Winston and Estelle whistle toward her. Todd shook his head and turned to his employees with arms extended to his sides.

“Really? You do know we have security cameras here right?” Todd shakes his head.

Winston shrugs, “Does anybody really look at those videos? I’ll take a copy though.”

Finally, Todd returned to face Monica. His eyes bulged at the sight.

Her dress was on the floor. Monica Gift leaned on the counter smirking, her breasts dangling over the cool metal counter top.

Behind Monica the 2 truck drivers Clyde and Burt stood back admiring her stunning body. Bruises and all.

Further back Shane and Holden were defeated. While she was away Holden had called their friend Ryan to keep him posted of their evening of babysitting. The conversation led to, “OH FUCK.”

The remaining customers sitting about the room were chuckling about her stunt. Eager to see if she would be thrown out, arrested, or pawed up.

Monica batted her eyes up at Todd who was left batman escort speechless. He was torn as to what to do. He knew she was mischief incarnate. She was a tiny Goddess to be certain. He did feel a swelling in his slacks.

“I guess you got your way.” Todd shakes his head concerned about his customers.

Finally, Clyde turns to the eaters in the room.

“Anybody here repulsed by seeing this lil gal naked?”

Monica heard the chatter but maintained her gaze toward Todd. She intimidated him into a sweat.

From behind her Holden steps past the drivers and reaches Monica’s side. He leans over her shoulder.

“Ummm! What are you doing?”

“Giving everyone a full meal deal. Todd’s feasting his eyes right now. Aren’t you Todd?”

The Manager chuckles, “I plead the Fifth.”

She bats her eyes up at him then twists ever so slightly to hop up on the counter. Scooting her ass around she lets her legs dangle on the other side. Todd had to step back to avoid her flailing feet.

Leaning back on her palms she stretches her toes out to caress Todd’s hip. That led to an attempt to home in on his crotch. A move that he chose to evade.

With a pout Monica hears Holden on his cell talking to Ryan. Her eyes flare up at hearing his name. She then tilts her neck back as far as it could go. Her 34DDD breasts arching toward the Menu Canopy above her.

“Ryan? Hi Ryan.” Her voice raised. She then faced Todd again with a snap of her gaze, “That’s my Master.”

Everyone in the Kitchen area dropped their jaws.

Playfully Monica spreads her legs back and forth. Each time she did her pussy puckered wide then closed. Wide again. Closed.

Winston was heard to quip, “Jesus Christmas.”

“Hi Winston.” She winks toward him, “Can I get some service?”

Before anybody could even question her comment, Estelle nudged Todd aside and planted her face into Monica’s thighs. The Dike had skills.

“Holy Spit!” Monica wiggles letting her neckline arch backwards once again.

Todd was stunned by his employee. He wanted to stop her but for some reason he couldn’t. This type of behavior was almost too gold to not be prospected.

Moans escalate as Holden places his cell to her ear. Once she hears Ryan’s voice she shivers.

“Master!” She squeals, “I’m being eaten out. God yes. She’s really good at it.”

Monica rubs her toes against Estelle’s hips. In doing so Estelle lifts up long enough to snap, “This is some damned tasty pussy, Master Man.”

Ryan hears her and laughs. Monica squeals as she returns to devour her.

Deciding to slip back on her palms to lay flat on the surface she see’s Clyde and Burt and waves at them, “Miss me?”

The men chuckle as Holden leers back uneasily while trying to keep his cell held to Monica’s ear.

“Maybe they should put you on the Menu.” Clyde laughs.

Moaning louder Monica palms her breasts crushing them under clutched fingers. In a mad huff she darts her head up.

“I want Todd to eat me.”

Todd turns red slightly, “Afraid not. Let’s wind this down before anybody else walks in. I can’t let you keep this going.”

Winston growls behind him. Regardless Todd stands his ground.

Estelle rears up again, “Few more minutes. I got this girl where I want her.”

Monica giggles, “Let her finish. Please.”

Todd frowns looking out the windows. Traffic even off the Interstate was quiet tonight. Deciding against his better judgment he curses lightly, “Hurry it up.”

Estelle tore Monica’s pussy up. She raised her legs and even lapped her tongue across Monica’s anal cavity. In her ecstasy Monica cried out to Ryan, her hand rubbing over an embarrassed Holden’s crotch.

Writhing on the counter Monica builds her moans vocally. A squeal became a yelp. Turning into whimpers. Then an outburst of exhaled swear words. In her final throes Monica Gift screams and gushers all across Estelle’s face. The woman reels back in triumph. She stands victorious and looks toward the ceiling with a trumpeted, “NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT!”

Monica convulses and breathes heavily. Her arms rubbery and lifeless suddenly.

Todd couldn’t deny the fun of watching that. However he had to snap his fingers.

“Clock out Estelle. I can’t have you working back here like that. Unsanitary.”

“Say what?” The black Diva raises a brow while wiping her face on her work shirt.

“You’re not fired just letting you off early.”

Todd then waved toward Holden who told Ryan he had to call him back.

“Get her out of here. Don’t come back.” Todd ordered.

By now Shane had moved in to help Holden drag Monica off of the counter. They helped her get dressed and forcefully escorted her toward the exit. In her last bit of strength she calls out.

“We’re going next door to the Licker Store. Follow me.”

Once outside Holden encouraged her into Shane’s truck. As they sat there Shane chuckles, “Should I go get more napkins?”

“How about a refill?” Holden had to add his own snide remark.

Monica wiggled in her seat, “Buy me toys! Buy me toys.”

As Shane rolled his eyes he pulled out of the lot and headed toward the Adult Bookstore.

The night was just getting started.

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We were all tired when we got back to the house. By that I mean that Rachel, Mike and I were tired. Andrew and Kyle were buzzing with excitement. They’d only received Mike’s pictures from the swimsuit shop as far as I knew. My first thought was to insist that nothing else out of the ordinary happened, but then they saw Rachel, who was clearly still covered in Mike’s cum.

“Whoa, what happened?!,” Kyle said, his eyes bulging out at Rachel’s chest. Her crop top was more opaque than in the open sunlight of the beach, but still thin enough that they could easily make out her unsupported breasts and dark nipples underneath. Also, it stuck to her breasts in a pattern that any guy would recognize as cum splatter. Andrew echoed Kyle’s call for the full story, his eyes equally locked on Rachel’s near-naked body.

“What happened is, I need a shower,” Rachel said, strutting past them. She knew the four of us would watch her every step as she left and she put an extra sway in her hips for us. The bottom half of her bubble butt still hung out of the back of her bikini bottoms and her swinging buttocks hypnotized us.

“That was cum, right?” Kyle asked. “On her tits?” Mike turned to me, giving me the opportunity to answer. I struggled to find the words for a moment, then gave up. I didn’t want to tell them about how Rachel had stripped naked and jerked Mike off onto her chest in the middle of a public beach. I was still trying to focus on how much we had both cum when I fucked her right after.

“Mike can tell you, I need a shower too,” I said, following Rachel to our room. I heard their excited murmurs as I left. That familiar pang of humiliation and arousal hit me as I realized they were talking about sexual acts my girlfriend had perpetrated on them. However, I was still too exhausted from the day’s events for my dick to do anything but flaccidly wag in response.

I caught up on emails while Rachel took her shower. To my surprise, none of the guys tried to hop in with her. I guess Mike just had too much to catch them up on. He and Rachel probably only told me the abridged version of whatever happened in the dressing room, and Kyle and Andrew would get the full story. I burned, knowing that they’d know more about my girlfriend’s slutty behavior than I did.

Rachel returned from the shower wearing just a towel around her waist. I wasn’t sure if she was hoping the guys would be in the hallway to see her naked chest again, or if they had seen it so often she just no longer cared to cover it. Either way, I couldn’t think about it for long because the sight of her bare breasts, glowing from the shower and jiggling with every step, erased all other thoughts from my mind. God, they were beautiful. I looked up to her smiling face. She was beautiful. And I was so goddamn lucky to have her. The other guys may see her amazing body (and cover it with their cum, I tried not to remind myself), but I was the one she went to bed with. They’d never know just how good her pussy felt.

“Definitely want to keep things quiet tonight,” she said. “Need to. My body can’t handle anymore.”

“Me too,” I said, relieved. “Spending all day in the sun always wipes me out.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Plus, I feel like my brain and body has been in high tension since we got here. I mean, all the sexy games are fun, but it really drains ya.”

I nodded in agreement. Apart from the physical and mental fatigue, I wanted some indication that we could survive an evening around my friends without her indulging their sexual whims. She took off her towel and I admired her soft, round butt. If I wasn’t so tired, and she hadn’t just said she was really not in the mood, I would have thrown her on the bed right then. But now was not the time.

“Ugh, I really don’t wanna wear panties,” she groaned. “I’ve had things wedged up my butt all week and I just wanna relax.”

“I didn’t know they were such a burden,” I said.

“You don’t know what they’re like. All your underwear is loose and comfy.”

“Not all of it, my boxer briefs are tight.”

“You guys don’t understand. Most times I wear sexy undies, no one sees them but me. They’re scratchy, they’re tight, they get shoved up my bum, and I do it all just in case some lucky guy wants a peek.”

She’d turned back to face me and I had a hard time forming words in such proximity to her incredible naked body.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” she said. “If you wear a pair of my panties all evening and don’t complain once, I’ll never complain about wearing them again.”

“Uh huh,” I said. “And if I do complain?”

“If I win the bet, then you have to wear them all day tomorrow,” she said. I just laughed. She sure was funny sometimes. I slipped out of the room and headed to the shower while she got dressed.

She was gone by the time I returned. A pair of her panties and a note were waiting on the bed, though. The note said, “I think you’d look really cute in these.” I unfolded the panties and looked at them. They weren’t çorum escort too bad, considering. Her wide hips and thick thighs meant that they’d actually fit me without being too tight. I thought the whole thing was a joke and I hadn’t planned on carrying through with it at all, but now that I held them in my hand, I thought I had an easy win on my hands. They weren’t that different than tighty-whities, and I’d worn those my whole childhood.

I pulled them on and looked at myself in the mirror. They were mostly opaque black lace, and clearly not cut with a penis and balls in mind. Mine wouldn’t stay in the front no matter how I arranged them. I turned around and saw the bottom part of my buttcheeks hanging out. The back did ride up between my cheeks some, but it wasn’t too bad. I threw on a t-shirt and gym shorts and headed downstairs.

I found Rachel, Kyle and Andrew in the kitchen. Rachel and Kyle stood next to the table where Andrew sat, rolling a joint. Rachel had put on a pair of small cotton shorts she wore for lounging around and an old sports bra with a zipper down the front. I was glad she was fully covered, but she hadn’t fully given up the tease. Her shorts were folded over a few times at the waist, pulling them higher up so that her entire thick thighs and the bottom crease of her cheeks were exposed and the middle was wedged up between her cheeks. The bra also showed a fair amount of cleavage, especially since the zipper was halfway down. Both were also quite thin, so we could all tell she wasn’t wearing panties and that her nipples were currently pretty hard (though that could be because of the heavy A/C pumping).

They told me that Mike went to pass out in his room and that they just wanted to smoke some weed and watch a movie. That sounded like a great idea to me. Andrew finished rolling the joint and we went into the living room. Along the way, Rachel peeled back the side of my shorts and saw me wearing her panties. She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Andrew and Kyle quickly sat down on either side of the couch. That left the two comfy chairs to the side of the couch, so I quickly sat down in the one closer to the couch. Rachel stood in front of us for a moment, pondering.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Do you want to sit so we can get started?”

“It’s just that I’m gonna be too cold if I sit by myself,” she said.

“There’s a box of blankets over there,” I said, pointing to the corner.

“You can just sit between us,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, we’ll keep you warm,” Andrew said.

“Thanks guys,” she said, smiling warmly and sitting down between them. They each quickly shifted toward the center so that their legs rested against hers. Judging by their awkward looks, it also gave them a much better view down the front of her sports bra. I was annoyed she’d so readily agreed to sitting between them. I thought we were going to keep things chill tonight, but I guess she wasn’t going to cut them off cold. I decided to keep an eye on them since no doubt Kyle and Andrew were hoping that Rachel would fool around some after she’d spent the day jerking Mike off.

Andrew lit the joint and took a hit, then passed it to Rachel. She took a hit and passed it to Kyle. She held it in, then started coughing.

“Oh no, you ok?” Andrew asked, putting his arm around her. She leaned into him as she coughed a few more times.

“Yeah, I’m ok,” she rasped out. She stayed leaning against him, though, and he kept his arm hooked around her neck, his forearm dangling down over the front of her shoulder. His fingers lay gently against the very top of her exposed cleavage. Kyle took his hit then handed the joint to me. When he settled back into the couch, he let his arm and hand come to rest on Rachel’s naked thigh. Clearly they were going to push the boundaries as far as she’d let them.

I took a hit then got up and passed the joint back to Andrew. It went around a couple more times until it was done and we were all stoned off our gourds. The guys kept their hands on my girlfriend. Andrew gently stroked the exposed upper portion of her breasts with his arm slung around her neck while Kyle squeezed her exposed thigh, his hand getting higher and higher with each passing moment.

“Let’s start the movie,” Andrew mumbled in a stoned stupor.

“But I’m still cold,” Rachel whined. The A/C was on high, and truth be told it was a bit chilly, but she seemed to be overplaying it some. Her nipples were rock hard through her sports bra though, so maybe she was still cold.

“Brian, can you get us a blanket?” Kyle asked.

“We could just turn the A/C down,” I said.

“Oh, cuddling up under a blanket sounds so nice,” Rachel cooed.

“Yeah, it does sound nice,” Andrew said. I wanted to tell them to get it themselves, but the weed had given me intense dry mouth, so I needed to get up for some water anyway. I threw them a blanket, then went to the kitchen to get a glass. When I came back, they’d unfolded denizli escort the blanket and covered themselves with it from their chins to the floor. All I could see was their faces.

Those devious bastards. Now they could touch and fondle Rachel under the blanket all they wanted without me seeing. I wasn’t completely blind, though. I could still see Andrew’s arm hooked over her shoulder and Kyle’s hand formed a bulge on her thigh. Even if she was too tired to play any teasing games like she said, she was too stoned and agreeable to stop them from groping her. At least she still had her clothes on, I thought. She’d showered with each of them just that morning, so fondling her over her clothes was a step backward if anything. Still, my dick surely noticed that my girlfriend and two of my buddies had completely covered themselves so that they could fool around without me knowing, and it expanded a little at the thought.

I settled in to watch the movie. The weed was so strong and my day had been so exhausting that I had trouble focusing on it, though. It also wasn’t very good. Something about a globe-trotting superspy whose agency gets compromised. Hardly original, and this wasn’t even one of the good ones. I didn’t realize that I had drifted off until I opened my eyes and someone I’d never seen before had the superspy hostage. The sun was still up outside, though, so not much time could have passed.

I heard some shuffling from the couch so I looked over.

“Sleeping Beauty’s awake,” Kyle said, smirking. Andrew no longer had his arm around Rachel’s shoulder, but otherwise I couldn’t really tell what was happening since the blanket was still pulled up to their necks. I wondered what they had been up to before they saw me wake up.

Andrew reached out from under the blanket and grabbed his drink from the side table. His movement caused the blanket to fall from their necks and settle on their laps, revealing their chests. For the guys, this didn’t mean anything, but Rachel’s bra had been fully unzipped at some point. It hung limply off her shoulders, her beautiful tits out in the open. A full moment passed before she realized and slapped her hands to them, covering them and blushing.

“Sorry, I don’t know how that happened,” she said. “I need to throw out this old bra, it’s always misbehaving.”

“I find it hard to believe it was the bra that was misbehaving,” I said. She rolled her eyes. Clearly, one of them had unzipped it so Andrew and Kyle could have unfettered access to her breasts. They must have been groping my willing girlfriend’s naked chest while I dozed.

“Fine, you caught me,” she said. “It’s actually pretty uncomfortable because I bought it when the girls were a size smaller. I thought I could unzip it under the blanket to relieve some of the pressure.”

“If it’s uncomfortable, you should just take it off,” Andrew said. My surprise that that was his suggestion was, as I’m sure you can guess, extremely nonexistent.

“Yeah, we’ve seen your boobs plenty, so it’s not a scandal or anything,” Kyle chimed in. I just rolled my eyes and faced back toward the screen. A moment later, the bra landed on the floor in front of us.

“Ahhh, much better,” Rachel said. I glanced over and saw that she’d pulled the blanket back up to her chin. The two guys were also covered from the neck down and turned slightly toward her. The blanket wasn’t resting as limply and evenly as before, so I couldn’t tell where their hands were, or worse, what they were doing. All I could see were their faces, and while the guys’ were emotionless, Rachel squirmed slightly and bit her lip. She was either on edge because of the motorcycle chase on screen, or the guys had immediately taken advantage of her now completely naked tits. I know which one I had my money on.

Rachel looked at me and smiled a small, guilty smile. My exhausted, spent dick began to stir again. I tried to focus on the movie, but to no avail. All I could do was imagine what was going on under that blanket. No doubt they were pawing and squeezing her naked breasts. There was one for each of them, so why not. Probably pinching and pulling at her nipples. Maybe even trying to rub her down between her legs.

My aching dick crept up, rubbing against the panties I was wearing. I’d forgotten in my stoned haze and the sudden realization I was wearing them hit me. Not only was my girlfriend being felt up by two other guys right next to me, I was sitting here silently in panties like some kind of sissy. The humiliation burst in my chest along with that familiar sting of shameful arousal. My dick continued stiffening in my panties (I mean her panties…they’re not mine, they’re hers) and I knew I had to do something fast. I croaked out that I had to go to the bathroom and stumbled there, closing the door behind me.

I splashed water on my face a few times. I was so exhausted and sore from being horny for so long and I really didn’t want to be anymore. Rachel düzce escort and I needed to find some level of control. We’d agreed an hour ago to keep things chill tonight, but she’s half-naked under a blanket with my friends and I’m in the bathroom, struggling to get rid of the boner in my panties (uh, her panties…I have to stop calling them mine).

I eventually got it to go down (by sitting on the toilet and forcing my half-chub to pee, if you must know), before returning to the living room. I heard some wet smacking sounds and a light moan or two as I left the bathroom, but they were all sitting straight up with the blanket up to their chins like before.

“Feel better, honey?” Rachel asked as I walked in, pushing some loose hair behind her ear. The movement caused the blanket to fall from their necks again, revealing her two very hard, very wet nipples. All four of us looked at them and then at each other, each of us deciding not to bring up that they had clearly been sucking on her tits while I was out of the room.

“I’m going to make some popcorn,” she said standing up suddenly. The blanket fell to the floor. Andrew and Kyle both sported massive bulges in their shorts, but I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. “Honey, come with me?” she said. I followed.

She put a bag of popcorn in the microwave then turned to face me, still topless. “I’m not really hungry but the girls really needed a break,” she said, rubbing her naked breasts gingerly. “The guys have been going at them since the movie started.”

“I thought we were going to keep things low key tonight,” I said. Part of me had hoped that all the groping I had imagined wasn’t real, but of course it was.

“I’m trying to, but those guys won’t leave me alone.”

“You could tell them to stop. Or sit somewhere else.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want them to get all jealous since I jerked Mike off earlier.”

I guess that was a good enough trade. Let them play with her tits for a while so they wouldn’t demand handjobs. I was in the room with them, so they couldn’t try for much more without me knowing. A voice in my head told me I wouldn’t stop them from escalating, even if I saw it happening, but I pushed it away. I had to believe that my sex drive’s seemingly unstoppable demand for more cheating and humiliation was actually stoppable.

“How’s your panties experience?” she asked.

“It’s fine,” I said.

“It’s so hot that you’re wearing them. I didn’t think you would.”

“Anything to prove you wrong, I guess.”

“Do they turn you on at all?”

“I feel like kinda a pervert just for wearing them, even if it’s for a bet. But my dick is so tired and sore, I can’t really get too excited.”

“Tell me about it. I just want to relax and recover, but it’s hard to with those guys’ hands all over my body. I mean, look,” she said, pulling down the front of her shorts, showing me her naked crotch and a large wet spot underneath it. “My kitty just wants to rest but the guys are forcing her to gush all over my shorts.” A lump caught in my throat. Not only were the guys feeling my girlfriend up, she was getting just as turned on as they were.

The microwave dinged and she pulled her shorts back up. She dumped the popcorn in a bowl and we headed back into the living room. She set the bowl on the coffee table in front of the couch and settle back between Andrew and Kyle. They threw the blanket back over their laps, but left it there so they could reach for the popcorn easily. The guys obviously loved watching Rachel’s bare breasts hang and sway as she leaned forward for more.

I settled back into my chair and we restarted the movie. I’d paid so little attention to it so far that I was completely lost. Once again, I didn’t even feel myself fall asleep. I awoke with a start when I heard a gunshot. I relaxed some when I realized it was from the movie.

I looked over at the couch. The guys and Rachel were in the same basic position, her topless between them with the blanket covering the laps and legs, except they were all slouched down some more. Kyle’s arm was around Rachel’s neck, his open palm resting squarely on her naked boob. I couldn’t tell where Andrew’s hands were.

“Hi baby,” Rachel said dreamily. I smiled at her. She smiled, gasped lightly, blushed and then smiled again. The blanket on her crotch shifted around some and I realized that’s where Andrew’s hand was. Then the pile of fabric on the floor in front of her caught my eye. Her shorts. She wasn’t wearing them anymore. Andrew was playing with her naked pussy.

I shifted around in my chair and tried to think of what to do. My mind felt like it was moving through molasses. My eyes shut and I shot them back open, struggling to stay awake. I lost the battle.

Next thing I knew, I woke up yet again. It was fully dark outside, and the only light was from the tv, which showed a silent menu screen. The movie must have been over for a while. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked to the couch. They were still there, mostly in the same position as last time, except now both guys had their arms draped over Rachel’s shoulder nearest to them, hands squeezing and pulling their respective breast. They had each claimed one of her divine boobs, and there were none left for me. I stood unsteadily.

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L was stood in the kitchen fresh out of a nice hot bath. It was a very rare evening without the kids, so she had taken extra time in making her legs and pussy silky smooth.

She was wearing a short red negligee that she had owned for ages but still loved. It was super sexy but also allowed her to dry off and cool down. You had to make the most of an evening of the kids being with a babysitter.

It had been on the cards for a while and L had been teasing her husband with lots of rude ideas. She liked to get him super worked up and know he loved her saying her rudest fantasies. She in turn liked his response when he kept telling her that such a naughty girl would get punished.

Her hand crept beneath her dress and she let her finger just brush across her bald pussy, teasing herself as she imagined what hubby might have in store for her. She was sure it would be very rude indeed after all her comments.

She heard a car in the drive and the front door opening. Keeping her back to the door she called out a hello to G thinking he would enjoy the view from behind before she turned around to give him a kiss. She waited for a response but was quietly grabbed from behind and her hands swiftly tied behind her back. She tried to turn her head but couldn’t get more than a glimspse of an arm. L thought it was her husbands as the tattoo looked like his but couldn’t be 100 percent as it was all so quick. A blindfold was slipped over her eyes and she was firmly but gently manoeuvred to the front door and then picked up.

L gasped. Her dress was far from long enough to cover her and she was placed onto what seemed to be the car boot. Just before the door was shut her dress was raised up above her waist to show her arse bent over and a voice that was disguised said behave, your every move is being diyarbakır escort filmed and you will be punished. The car started and backed out of the driveway. Although L couldn’t see she could imagine the risk of people seeing her through the estate car windows, with only the string of some skimpy knickers hiding her pussy and arsehole from view.

After a short drive down what felt like country roads the car pulled over but the engine was left running. The boot was opened and a firm spank was delivered to her pert upturned arse. The voice said ‘we are heading past some houses so I think we should be a little more discrete’ at the same time as giving her pussy a sharp slap. He then turned L over and spread her legs wide open, using some deft twists of rope and a spreader bar to keep them spread. He slowly kissed L’s gorgeous pussy and then gave it a spank. Naughty girl is already getting very wet he whispered to her, sliding a finger inside her.

He played with her smooth pussy and L started to groan and push against his hand. You must wait naughty he responded withdrawing the fingers which L was enjoying so much. Now for a real test of how much you enjoy being such a dirty girl and he slipped a small vibrating toy into L’s pussy, closed the boot and started driving. L was lying exposed with her legs spread, showing her very wet pussy and getting closer to cumming as the vibrations rippled through her.

L groaned and was thrusting her wet pussy in the air wishing she was pushing it against a hard thick cock, she was getting very close to cumming and wondered if anyone was watching the recording real time, this thought made her even more excited as she pictured different men getting hard and playing with themselves watching her.

The vibrator slowed edirne escort just before she would have cum and she slowly gained a little more control, although she had rarely had a wetter pussy. The car came to a halt and the engine stopped. Again the boot opened and she felt a hand run its nails hard across her inside thighs and then pull her pussy lips.

L was picked up and felt the outside air, cool on her wetness and a breeze blew across her stiff nipples. She was taken several meters from the car and her hands tied above her head. This meant her dress was just showing her pussy and she gasped as the whole dress was taken off and she was entirely naked. The voice, still disguised reminded her she has been filmed and watched. L couldn’t tell of that meant the film was being watched or there were also others around her watching her tied up naked. If so she wondered if they had watched her in the car legs spread and close to orgasm.

L gasped aloud as she was whipped across her back. The tingling sensation felt fantastic and she arched her back as the whipping continued across her back, arse and legs. Occasionally between whips and spanks, hands would gently caress her touching her all over. As this made her relax a little the hand went between her sexy arse cheeks and a finger started to push against her arsehole. L pushed her hips forward to stop the finger fully inserting and it withdrew giving her a firm spank. L had the feeling it had been done to make her push her spread pussy towards the camera and hoped the watchers had enjoyed the close up. She imagined the watchers and wondered how close to cumming they were. L was again getting close and she let out a groan as soft lips started kissing her pussy. She couldn’t remember the if G had shaved this morning as she felt edirne escort bayan now stubble between her legs but she had been sleepy and couldn’t recall, so she still couldn’t know if she was been ravished by her man or not.

If there were other people nearby L wondered if they would join in. She liked the idea but was unsure of the reality. Right now however the thought that she may be ravished by several cocks and had to admit her body was responding with desire. L was then untied and bent over. Again she imagined the watchers seeing her arse and pussy, now from behind. The more she kept thinking about it the more the idea turned her on. She vowed then that in the near future she would get her husband more involved in these naughty fantasies by texting him when she got a chance to play with herself and let him know what she was thinking of, which was now going to focus fairly often on being watched or getting fucked hard by a group of men. She liked the idea of sending him such a rude text and thought that few husbands and wifes had such a great relationship that they he wife could say she had such naughty fantasies. Anyway the idea of how turned on G would be all day at work was fun.

As she finished this thought a hard cock was pushing against her soft pussy lips and slid to inside her, slowly building in power until she was being fucked really hard. Loud slapping noises were made as the mans body made contact with her arse. L was panting and as the orgasm built inside her to immense proportions she groaned loader. She felt the cock inside her start to spasm and she thought the sound of her groaning with pleasure and the rippling of her pussy muscles had sent him over the edge.

Again she was stood up and her hands tied back above her head. She was still stark naked and her legs were shaking from the orgasm. All was quiet for what felt like forever and she felt cum dripping down her leg. L thought again of all the watchers and imagined they were all cumming, it was a great final thought before G untied her, took off her blindfold and gave her a long slow kiss as he took her in his arms.

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As a lover of the beach, I always look forward to our summer vacation in South Carolina. We started going to Sullivan’s Island several years after we were married, mostly because we wanted to go to a residential beach but also because we wanted to tour Charleston. Hayley and I went about every other year, rationing our vacation time between pleasure and family commitments, enjoying the intimacy of small house a block off the beach that was quite affordable. And as the kids came along, our trips became an annual tradition.

The house served well for several years, but as the kids became older, we needed more room. Our realtor recommended a house on nearby Isle of Palms for the following year’s vacation. IOP, as it’s known, is also a residential island and in many ways is better suited for families. The house that was recommended by our realtor was perfect. Unfortunately, this house, too, was across the street from the beach, but it remained affordable. It was located directly across from a pedestrian access with a clear path to a beach area that served only the nearby residences. There were always a few people around, but it was never crowded.

The house was also located near the IOP recreation center, which offered playgrounds and fields, and there were plenty of back roads to ride bikes on without significant traffic, which was great for the kids.

The house had a large den, a screened front porch, a large deck to the rear, and a fenced back yard. There were four bedrooms, which would be perfect if we invited another couple, which we planned to do because the kids wanted to bring their friends. The realtor pointed out that each year it seemed the owner added a little to the house, and outdoor showers had been the previous off-season project.

Several weeks later, we shared pictures of the house with close friends who are neighbors, whose kids played regularly with ours. Justin and Kate weren’t quite as fond as the beach as we were, as they preferred trips to the mountains. Their kids been to the Gulf a couple of times, and they were eager for them to see the Atlantic. A reservation was placed for the following year.

Kate and Justin have been friends for years. We’ve watched each others’ homes during vacations, double dated for dinner and movies, and borrowed the proverbial cup of milk. Kate looks great. She’s about 5’6″ with a really cute face. Kate has black hair, blue eyes…I’d estimate her figure to be 34-28-34 or so. A decent hourglass figure, but her curves became fuller some years ago when she became a mom. That, and her breasts are a little small for my tastes. Her husband, Justin, is…just a guy. A good friend. Not Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt, but what do I care? Like me, he has a decent build and could benefit from more exercise. The upper 30’s are catching up to all of us.

Well, except Hayley. She committed herself several years ago to get into shape (for which she was rewarded with a cruise), and she’s maintained herself ever since. She’s 5’5″, brown hair, and blue eyes. Her 38″ breasts have changed over the years, I suppose. They’re slightly larger and are beginning to hang a little lower, but she’s maintained her hourglass figure, and, at 38, her curves remain in all the right places. I wouldn’t say that she has the face of a model. She doesn’t, but she’s very attractive. Great smile, a spark in the eyes, a perfect nose and lips that are full and inviting. She’s gotten her share of looks from other men, and I haven’t minded. It’s a compliment of sorts.

The trip to IOP was without incident, and we finally got our keys from the realtor and unloaded the vans at the house. The kids were bursting with energy, so Hayley and I took them all to the beach while Justin and Kate went to the grocery store to stock up on groceries.

The kids all had a blast together, and it was nice for us not to have to entertain them as much. This left us free to throw the Frisbee on the beach, sit in the beach chairs, cool off in the waves and generally have a relaxing time. After a couple of hours and one large sandcastle, the kids were ready to return, so we packed up the chairs and a small cooler and headed back to the house.

The only aggravation I can think of at the beach is having to bathe after each trip. It’s not like a pool where you can dry off and return a little later. The salt and the sand dries in your swimsuit, and it begins to itch. Besides that, it’s also a nuisance because it gets spread throughout the house when you walk and in the shower when you bathe.

After washing our feet off with a hose, I remembered that the owner had installed outdoor showers, built under the rear deck of the house. Although Hayley had to go upstairs to get changes of clothes, soap, and shampoo, this was a minor inconvenience that we could prepare for next time.

One side of the shower was for women and the other for men. Simple enough. The boys were to take turns on one side and the girls on the other. It was quite a relief that our kids were finally old enough to bathe themselves. bursa escort

While the kids showered, Hayley and I hung up the towels and rinsed the beach toys, chairs, and cooler. Kate and Justin’s van was parked, so they were upstairs, probably unpacking groceries or resting from the drive. I told Hayley that I would wait downstairs until all the kids were done, and that she could go on upstairs to the shower attached to our room if she wanted to go ahead and bathe. She shook her head and said that she would wait. Then she winked.

It took only a moment for me to connect the dots. I pointed to her and then to me, and nodded my head to the shower. She smiled, and I knew I was in for a bit of fun!

The kids finally cleared out, and we entered our respective sides as if we were going to take our showers separately, lest the kids take notice otherwise. The showers were interesting. They were built side by side, each with lockable doors and a shower curtain dividing the space between a shower area and a dressing area. They were sided with wood fence siding, 6″ wide slats that were 8′ tall, with a solid ceiling. The floor was also wood, with gaps between the boards leading to rocks and likely a drain below. The outside and dividing walls were built in a shadowbox style. The fence boards were nailed onto 2″x4″ studs in an alternating style on each side. The owner obviously knew that privacy was important, and the boards were placed more closely than usual for this construction so that a person couldn’t see through the gaps between the boards into the other shower.

Or did he?

“Hayley, which side?”

“Mine.” Good. She was still in the other side.

“Okay, be right there.” I made noises like I was gathering my things and moved along the dividing wall, looking between the boards if there were any possible way to see into her side. After all, it wasn’t that I wanted to spy on my wife, but…during the week, Kate might just be over there and… I wasn’t finding any type of view. I could see the shower curtain at one point, but not very well. I looked down at my shampoo bottle on the floor. Ahh. Some of the boards had warped near the bottom, not out but sideways so that they were not straight. I knelt as quietly as I could, and with my head just off the floor, I found several spots that gave a limited view of the other side, and by moving my head slightly at each, I found I could see most of the shower area although in narrow vertical slices. Hayley, I was happy to see, had already pulled her suit off. And I could see all the good parts.

“You coming?” Her voice surprised me and made me flinch. It was almost like I was caught cheating or something.

“Shortly!” In more ways than one, I hoped.

“What’s taking you so long?”

Sometimes, telling the truth, modified slightly, works. “I’m just checking that you can’t see from one side to the other. I guess they built it like this so a breeze can blow through.” And I could feel a slight breeze.

Mountain people. The following day, Kate discovered that, although she had fond memories of the beach when she was a kid and had been to the Gulf several times as an adult, she didn’t like the heat. “I like the mountains because they stay so cool.” After only an hour, she left to go back to the house. Drat. So much for my spying game. I had seen her in swimsuits at our neighborhood pool, so seeing her in a swimsuit wasn’t something new, but it certainly had created a sense of expectation.

Hayley and I played Frisbee. She was wearing a one piece, but it was a sexy one that didn’t hide the ampleness of her breasts. They were completely covered, but their shape was clearly defined because her suit looked glued to her. And I noticed that Justin kept peering her way from his seat, especially when she ran and her breasts jiggled. Well, bounced, really. If he was going to look, I figured I would go ahead and give him a reason, so I invited him to join us. He clearly enjoyed watching Hayley run for the Frisbee, so I made sure to throw an errant throw a little more regularly. Hell, I liked watching them bounce, too. Hayley wasn’t a dupe however, and she gave me a “fed up” look when Justin wasn’t looking. So I threw it better. But that wind can cause bad things to happen….

Back at the showers, the kids took their turns, and Justin left to go upstairs to the indoor shower.

After a close marital “marital embrace” in the shower, we returned to the den to be welcomed by Justin asking, “Well, that took a while, didn’t it?” Hayley blushed, and I gave a guilty but happily so look, and both Kate and Justin laughed. Hayley went to the back to check on the kids. I didn’t know if Kate had used the outdoor shower or the indoor one, but I thought maybe an advertisement of sorts might help my chances of watching her in the shower.

“Those showers are pretty neat.” Justin and Kate looked at me, expecting more. “It’s just different from the usual shower because the ocean breeze blows through a little bit and clears çanakkale escort away the steam, and there’s the sound of birds, cars passing… it’s kind of like camping in a tent, except you’re taking a shower.” Maybe I should have thought things through a bit. I sounded pretty lame.

Justin didn’t seem to notice, though. He said, “Yeah, sounds like it. Maybe we’ll try it tomorrow.”

“That’s not for me,” said Kate. “The showers in here are just fine, and I’ve got all my stuff set up.”

Rats!

Day three: No Kate in the shower. Day four: The same. I pretty much gave up on it. Besides, Hayley was certainly making the shower time plenty of fun. Day five: Not quite the same.

Kate was ready to return to the house. She had stayed a couple of hours at the beach, probably helped by the umbrella, plenty of iced water, a steady breeze and occasional clouds to keep somewhat cooler. Justin decided he would return with her, and then their kids decided they would leave too. Our kids weren’t ready to return yet, so, thinking that maybe they could have a little fun, I said, “Maybe you can try those showers. It’s nice. You’ll enjoy it.” Certainly they would if they did what Hayley and I did…

Kids turn fickle, fast. Bored without their friends, I suppose, ten minutes later they were ready to leave. We packed and began the walk back to the house. As we approached the street, I noticed that Kate and the kids were just entering the house. Hayley hadn’t paid any attention, as she was watching for cars before we crossed the street.

It occurred to me that Kate had still been wearing her swimsuit, which meant that she hadn’t used the outdoor showers. That meant that Justin was probably still either outside cleaning their beach stuff, or that he was just beginning his shower. It turned out that he was still washing off surfboards, beach chairs and the toys.

My kids took their showers on the respective sides, with my son leaving first as my daughter had to wash her hair, which takes…forever. Justin began to take his shower, and it was only at this point that I stopped to consider that…Damn! He might see MY wife! That wasn’t part of the plan.

Men’s swimsuits are pretty flimsy. They’re lined, but it’s good for nothing. They don’t hold the equipment steady. I have no idea what other guys do, but this means that I have to wear underwear under my swim trunks, and even then, if I get a hard on, it’s very obvious because of the swimsuit material clinging when it’s wet. This usually isn’t that big a problem, because cold water tends to make “things” small, rather than large. Still, it makes me self conscious.

I mention all that because here I am thinking “Oh no! Another man might see my wife naked,” and I’m suddenly sporting a full erection. I looked over at Hayley. She was bending over washing her sandals, giving me a clear view of her breasts. In this case, I liked what I was seeing, but still, it was another irritation about swimsuits. Women’s swimsuits cost tons, and they stretch very easily. Her suit was a two piece. It wasn’t really a bikini, though. It had a large bottom that came to the midriff, and an oversized top. But the top also was cut low, and it was here that the fabric stretched, so that, as she bent over, I had a great view of everything just shy of her nipples.

I had spent the afternoon playing in the water with the boys. It made sense, now, why Justin had helped Hayley and the girls with a sand castle. The turkey had been checking out her tits the whole time!

Well, what if Justin saw Hayley naked? Could I live with it? My cock was saying “yes.” My fantasy had to been to spy on Kate, but damn! I tried not to think about why this was turning me on just as much, if not more! One thing was certain, if Justin spied on her and Hayley found out, there would be hell to pay.

But how was this going to work? It’s not like I could just tell Justin, “Hey look.. If you want to see Hayley naked, look between the slats near the bottom of the shower.” You just don’t do that, friends or not.

We entered the shower and locked the door behind us, placing our dry clothes on a bench in the changing area and moving past the curtain to the shower portion. I was surprised, really. I had half expected Hayley to wait until Justin was done with his shower. We’re all relatively conservative, so he would probably be surprised that we were so obviously in the shower together. This was possibly a politically incorrect behavior among friends and neighbors, and, hopefully, it wouldn’t be spread around the neighborhood. But I knew him. It wouldn’t.

I couldn’t tell Justin to look, certainly. But a subtly direct temptation might work. I asked, in a genuinely helpful tone, “Need help with the clasp?” As Hayley lifter her hair so that I could unfasten her top, I had to imagine that there was no way a red blooded male could, upon hearing this, not think to himself, “Hmmph! Naked woman on other side of wall. Me try to look.” Hey, it’s what I would çankırı escort do.

Ears are going to hear what they’re going to hear, but the question is, are you listening?

“Sure,” said Hayley. I unfastened the clasps and helped slide the top over her shoulders and down her arms, which was completely unnecessary. Then, as her arms were slightly tangled, my hands found their way to her breasts, this being a frequent ploy for a quick grope. A sandy/salty one, at that. Hayley turned and mouthed silently, “and you?”

I nodded, and she untied my swimsuit and pulled them down along with my underwear. She then turned on the shower and claimed the area for herself, leaving me to remain sandy. Which was okay. It’s kind of fun watching your wife bathe. But was Justin?

I noticed that the sounds in Justin’s area were not what they should be. The sound of a washrag being squeezed or movement under the spray of water had stopped. There was just the steady spray of water. That meant… he was trying to look, he was looking, or he was dead. And I hadn’t heard a body drop.

Remembering how Hayley had jolted me somewhat several days earlier when I was trying to look through, I asked somewhat loudly, “Hey, when’s it going to be my turn?”

I didn’t really care about the answer, but I noticed that noises of movement under the water resumed next to us, and then the shower was turned off. I heard the shower curtain move and heard him step into the changing area to dry off.

Hayley moved out from under the water while she shampooed her hair, and, as I moved under the water, I realized how thankful I was to start washing the salt and sand off my body. As I washed, I kept asking myself, “I wonder if he saw her tits? I wonder if he saw her cunt? What did he think?”

My eyes drifted across Hayley’s body as I thought about this. She noticed my gaze, and she took it that I was ready to be… playful. And clearly, my engorged shaft was ample evidence that I was. We both heard the door to the other side of the shower open and close, indicating that Justin had left. Cool. Maybe he saw her; maybe he didn’t. But it certainly turned me on imagining that he did. And she was none the wiser.

We swapped places so that Hayley could rinse her hair. With her hands working in her hair, her breasts were raised to a picture perfect position. It was too bad a camera in the shower wasn’t practical. As the shampoo suds drained down her body, I couldn’t help but softly caress her soapy breasts, feeling her nipples harden. Her eyes were closed under the spray of water, but she was smiling. As I reached under her breasts to feel their weight, for some reason it occurred to me that the area around the showers was filled with river gravel, and even with our shower running, I should have been able to hear Justin walk by on his way to the house. Maybe I had missed it while I was rinsing. Still…

I backed up slightly, admiring my wife’s body as she bathed, but also adding a little distance. I stole a glance towards the bottom of the wall while she had her eyes closed. I tried to figure out which boards I had looked through, but it was difficult. I was at the wrong angle to see a gap. I looked again, checking a couple of boards over…which should have been just about right.

It was time to figure it out. I wasn’t sure if I would be more excited to find something or relieved to find nothing. I moved into the shower, just as Hayley was finishing her second rinse. She let me swap places and proceeded to wash my hair. It felt wonderful, in part, due to her hands massaging my head, but also due to the feel of her breasts rubbing against my chest and back as she moved around me.

The soap cleared from my eyes, and I turned Hayley’s back to me and reached around her waist, pulling her close, my cock hard and nestled against her. My hands slid up to her breasts and gently fondled them. If Justin was looking, he would now be focused on her breasts. And if he was looking there, the limitations of his view would mean that he couldn’t see me. I lightly pulled her left nipple, knowing that I would have a momentary opportunity. I glanced down towards the dividing boards, counting from the corner. Three, four… Bingo! Between the fourth and fifth boards. He hadn’t left at all.

Wow. This was more than I anticipated, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. It had seemed like a fun thing to show off my wife’s assets to another man, briefly. It was sort of a small, broken taboo…something I could jerk off to later thinking about. This was entirely different. We were about to make love while being watched.

I could call it off quickly, I realized. But, it was pretty clear I wouldn’t have a choice. Hayley doesn’t really like giving blowjobs, but all week she had been into it…washing me with soap, making my cock slippery, rinsing it and sucking it. In fact, maybe the lesson was that I should bathe at night rather than in the morning!

But this was here and now. She backed me against the wall under the shower head and put her swimsuit on the floor to cushion her knees. It was like something out of a porno movie, with my wife playing the role of the subservient sex nympho, on her knees looking up into the eyes of her man. Well, almost. The water sprayed into her eyes. So much for the complete fantasy.

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This was originally a much shorter story that I had sent to my girlfriend when I was working several thousand miles away. I have changed the names to protect the guilty and added many more details. I hope you enjoy my first story here on Literotica.

Thank you to CWatson for the suggestions and help with the editing.

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I don’t remember exactly when I realized that my wife, Melissa, was an exhibitionist. Maybe it was the time that she went to work wearing a suit with a rather short skirt and sheer panty hose with no panties. Maybe it was when it started to get hot out, and she would wear her flimsy summer dress, and nothing else. She still likes to wear that dress, with nothing at all on underneath. It is made of soft cotton and never fails to catch my attention with the way it hugs her curves when she moves. Even better, when the light is just right, you can see the outline of her slender body underneath. The dress has a low scooped neckline, spaghetti straps, and buttons running down the front. She usually leaves a few undone at the top, just to tease me and anyone else who may be watching.

The mother of our two children, Melissa loves teasing me by showing off her shapely legs, tight ass and C-cup breasts in various public venues. One summer evening, she decided to tease me in the local supermarket. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was about to be a night to remember.

Wearing nothing but her summer dress, a pair of sandals, and a smile, she began her teasing by climbing out of our car and strolling a few lengths in front of me across the parking lot. This allowed me to enjoy the sway of her hips beneath her thin dress. She turned to see if I was paying attention. When she turned, I could see her breasts bouncing as she strode confidently toward the store entrance. Pulling a shopping cart from the corral, she handed it off to me and continued through the automatic door, entering the busy store.

Entering the store myself, I felt the blast of air conditioning as I passed under the vent. I spotted Melissa over in the produce section and caught up to her, but kept a few yards behind to enjoy the view. I liked to watch the cheeks of her ass rock back and forth under her dress as she walked. Several men turned their heads to enjoy a second look at my wife. I felt a sense of pride that she was married to me when I saw them looking. Continuing to watch her swaying ass, I could feel the beginnings of an erection that threatened to tent my shorts, revealing my pending excitement to the entire store. Remembering some of her past escapades, I wondered how far she was going to take things this evening.

She soon began teasing me by bending at the waist in order to reach items on the lower shelves. The hem of her dress would ride up her tan and toned legs, very close to exposing the bottom of her ass. The higher her hemline got, the harder I got. My cock was now erect, I could feel it pulsing in sync with my heartbeat as I watched Melissa expose herself to me, and whatever lucky strangers that happened by.

The bulge in my khaki shorts had to be obvious to everyone in the store. A woman walking down the aisle glanced at Melissa as she reached for a box on a high shelf. The bottoms of my wife’s firm ass cheeks were on display as she stood on tip-toe to reach the item. The woman then glanced at me with the bulge in my shorts and flashed a mischievous smile. I turned my head to watch her walk by, and caught her glancing back at the two of us for a second look. She quickly looked away as her face flushed; embarrassed that she had been caught enjoying the view.

I am a complete sucker when my sexy wife exposes herself, and Melissa knew the effect she was having on me. Just when I thought that things were going great, she turned the heat up another notch. This time she turned toward me as she crouched down to retrieve a can of vegetables from the bottom shelf. Spreading her legs, she gave me an unobstructed view of her hairless mound and pouting lips. In the glare of the fluorescent lights above, I could see that she was beginning to get excited. Her pussy lips were parted, and I could see that she was getting wet. Not wet enough for her juices to run down her thighs as it does when she’s really turned on, but just enough that I could see a bit of dampness.

My gaze drank in the lusciousness of her body, stopping at her succulent breasts. She had undergone a breast enhancement a few years back, and had definitely gotten her money’s worth. Her breasts had gone from an “A” to a very nice “C”. Her surgeon was a fucking artist I thought to myself. I loved how her tits looked when they were proudly on display, just as they were right here in the middle of the Safeway.

Looking closer at her delicious mounds, I could see her hard nipples threatening to poke holes in the fabric of her dress. If I looked hard enough, I was certain I could see the shadow of her areolae through the thin cotton. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock got even bitlis escort harder. I could feel my pulse increasing, my breathing getting quicker and I felt butterflies churning in my stomach. She had me under her spell. My sexy wife had my full attention when I felt my cock lurch involuntarily. I enjoyed the tingling sensation along my length and felt the sticky dampness of pre-cum flowing out of my cock.

Melissa looked at the tent in my shorts and flashed me her sexiest smile. Yes, she knew my discomfort was all because of her deliberate teasing.

Still crouched down with her pussy on display, she reached out and grasped my erection in her hand. I felt faint and moaned as she worked the length of my cock through my shorts. Her delicate touch was getting me very close to the edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, she stopped stroking my member and looked past me, farther down the aisle. I looked over my shoulder to follow her gaze and was surprised by what I saw. It was an older couple coming down the aisle, and they were looking straight at us. I wondered if they had seen what we had been up to.

“Oops,” Melissa mouthed to me. Her glances darted between me and the older couple who was approaching.

The thin, grey haired man looked to be about 60 and had a startled expression on his face. His short, frumpy wife looked to be the same age, and wore a look of disgust. She glared at Melissa as she lumbered by.

“You could see right up her dress!” she hissed at her husband. “We should report the two of them to the store manager.”

As they turned the corner at the end of the aisle, I noticed him turn his head for one last lingering look at Melissa. Then they disappeared from sight.

“Stop staring at that dirty little whore! It’s the devil’s work I tell you!” I could still hear her bitching at her poor husband from the next aisle over.

“Poor old bastard,” I thought, “He’ll catch hell when he gets home.”

“There’s a manager, I’m going to let him know what’s going on in the next aisle!” I overheard the little troll of a woman tell her husband.

Looking at my wife, I said “I think we should hurry things up and get out of here Mel.”

“Awww, I was just getting started,” she replied, “maybe he’ll go home and give his wife what I want you to give me.”

“And what would that be?” I asked innocently.

“A nice hard cock,” she said, licking her lips, “and a big load of cum.”

Continuing on as if nothing had happened, she placed the can of veggies in the cart. Leaning over as she did so, giving me a perfect view of her succulent breasts. Unrestrained by a bra, they were hanging free inside of her dress. I could easily see her hard nipples as she glanced up and flashed me another one of her winning smiles.

“Hurry up and finish shopping,” I pleaded, “If we spend much more time in here, I’m gonna cum in my shorts.”

“Well, let me help you out, big boy,” she purred.

Moving closer, she pulled up the hem of her dress to expose her moist slit and dangling lips. Leaning back slightly, she spread her legs shoulder width apart. I could see how wet her pussy had become as she spread her lips and sank her middle finger into her slit. I could hear her slick wetness as she quickly moved her digit in and out several times. Then, just as quickly, she pulled her finger out and let her dress fall back into place.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she licked her finger clean. “It tastes just like your cock after you’ve been inside of me.” She leaned in and planted a hot kiss on my lips. I could taste the salty sweetness of her arousal as she plunged her tongue into my mouth. She ground her sex into my leg, leaving a wet patch on my thigh, as I reached down and cupped her ass with both hands. I moaned in anticipation as she broke our kiss and lifted her dress to flash her smooth slit at me one more time.

I looked up just in time to see the short, troll like little woman who had caught us earlier. She had a store employee by the arm and was pointing down the aisle at us.

“That’s them right there young man! I demand you do something about this,” she trumpeted. He had a defeated look on his face as he began moving toward us. I almost felt sorry for him.

“We’re done shopping!” I declared as I caught Melissa by the wrist and practically ran to the opposite end of the aisle we were in. We turned the corner and headed up the next aisle to the checkout line. I was so excited by her teasing that I was starting to see red. I was also worried about being caught. The possibility of the police getting involved made me nervous, but was a bit of a thrill.

My cock was now throbbing in sync with my pulse and threatening to explode. My light colored shorts were beginning to show a wet spot as the pre-cum was beginning to soak through my underwear. My cock was feeling the delicious slickness of it all, rubbing back and forth as we hauled ass toward the express lane.

The red vested manager stepped to the head of our aisle. Melissa and I ignored bolu escort him as we swept by, nearly bowling him over with our shopping cart.

“Sir! Excuse me. Sir!” I could hear him behind us, but pretended that I didn’t. Reaching the checkout counter at last, we tossed our few items onto the belt and tried to be inconspicuous.

“If we get busted, deny everything. Claim that it was all in their imagination.” I whispered in Melissa’s ear.

“C’mon, c’mon! Hurry up,” I willed as the elderly woman in line in front of us was digging through her purse for exact change. “Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. There you go honey.” said the elderly woman as she counted pennies into the clerk’s hand. Finished at last, she began pushing her cart toward the exit, shuffling her feet as she went.

Turning toward us, the checkout clerk began scanning our groceries. Wendy was the name engraved on the plastic badge pinned to the red vest she wore on her slender body. Wendy had sort of a Goth look going. Her long, jet black hair was pulled away from her face, revealing a clear, but pale complexion. Her piercing blue eyes were rimmed with heavy, black eye liner. She wore bright red lipstick, made brighter by her near white complexion. A silver hoop pierced through one brow finished the look. Studying her as she worked, I found myself wondering if she had any other piercings.

“Hmmm, I could think of things I’d like to do with her.” I thought.

Wendy wore an amused smirk on her face as she rang up our bill. I could see her stealing glances at the bulge in my shorts. I didn’t bother me though. At that point, I was so worked up I didn’t care who saw. I had one thing on my mind; spraying a load of cum all over my teasing little vixen of a wife. Yes, my wife Jennifer. The one who was now fondling my ass through my shorts as Wendy the checkout girl watched.

Wendy announced the total, breaking me out of my daydream. I slid my credit card through the slot in the keypad and paid the bill. Snatching up our bags of groceries, Melissa and I exited the store. I was nervous with excitement, and the fact that we had almost gotten caught.

“Nothing like a little danger to spice things up” I whispered to myself.

Walking to the car, I placed my hand on Mel’s ass. I love to feel it rock back and forth as she walks. She looked up at me and I couldn’t resist kissing her. Slipping my tongue into her mouth I wished it were my cock instead.

“I love you,” I told her as we broke the kiss.

“Do you still love me when I show off?” she inquired.

“God, yes! I could break bricks with this,” I replied, showing her the bulge my aching cock was making in my shorts.

“Good, I love to get you worked up,” she giggled. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you like that, but I do want to tease you some more.”

We reached the car, and while she was bent over placing the groceries in the open hatchback, I reached down and placed my hand high up on the inside of her thigh. I could feel the heat of her excitement radiating down. As she held her position, I ran my hand all the way up to her slick pleasure zone. I rubbed my fingers back and forth between her slippery lips for a moment and then moved my probing fingers to her engorged clitoris. The back of her dress was flipped up, exposing her ass and my hand between her legs. I could imagine what we looked like had anyone been looking.

Unzipping my shorts with my free hand, I pulled my cock out and felt the cool evening air against the hot skin. My cockhead was still damp from pre-cum, and there was a strand of it dangling down. It looked a bit like a silvery thread wafting in the gentle breeze. Catching it with my index finger, I moved it to Mel’s lips and felt her tongue lick it clean. She sucked my finger into her mouth and worked it like it was my cock, moaning as ran her tongue around my fingertip. I was desperate to take her right there in the semi-darkness of the parking lot.

Moving in closer, I continued rubbing my fingers against Melissa’s clit. Her pussy was boiling, and her slickness felt wonderful as I replaced my fingers with the head of my dick. Grasping it in my right hand, I rubbed my cock up and down her drenched slit a few times. Easing my hips forward, I sank into her softness. Easily sliding into her, my hips collided with the round globes of her ass. I loved how they bounced as I thrust into her. I reached around to fondle her breasts. Her nipples felt like pencil erasers under my fingertips.

At this point, we could have been on a Broadway stage in front of thousands of screaming fans and not have noticed. The slick, velvety walls of her sopping wet box pulled my cock in and milked me, trying to draw a load of cum from the depths of my swollen balls. Reveling in the feeling of her heat and the wetness that was coating my cock, there was no other place I wanted to be right then. I could have died a happy man.

Coming to my senses, I remembered where we were. In the parking lot of a crowded Safeway, bent over burdur escort the back of our car, my cock buried inside of her steaming hole. Thankfully we were parked on the outer edge of the lot where there weren’t very many cars. I stroked my cock in and out of her a few more times and reluctantly pulled out. Leaving my cock sticking out of my shorts, I noticed they were now soaked with her juices. I thought I could smell her scent as I slid behind the wheel. She slammed the hatch shut and jumped into the passenger seat.

“Let’s go home,” I pleaded. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“No,” she replied, undoing the buttons on her dress. Opening her dress to completely expose herself, she reclined her seat and said, “Drive out to the interstate, I want to tease you some more.”

I looked her at over for a moment. She looked incredibly sexy laying there, her breasts heaving above her taut abdomen. Her hairless cunt displayed as she rolled her clit between her thumb and middle finger.

“You’re playing with fire Mel. I just might make a mess all over the steering wheel if you keep that up,” I told her.

She gave an evil little giggle as she stared at my throbbing cock. “Is that all because of little ole me?” she teased.

“You know it is, baby. How far are you going to take things tonight?” I asked.

“As far as you’re willing to let me.” she shot back, staring into my eyes.

As I drove out of the parking lot, she started to pinch her nipples and moan that she wanted someone to see her play with her pussy. I adjusted my aching cock and pointed the car toward the interstate.

Nearing the interstate, we got stopped by a red light. Looking over, I noticed another car to the right of us. Melissa was stroking her pussy with her right hand while still pinching her nipples with her left. The guy in the other car looked over, into our car, but couldn’t see anything because Melissa had her seat reclined. I smiled and waved at him. Thinking I was crazy, he just looked away. The light turned green and we were finally on the entrance ramp of the interstate.

“Find a big truck and pull alongside,” Melissa instructed.

Looking ahead, I saw one several car lengths in front of us. It was in the right lane, moving slower than most of the traffic. I pressed the accelerator to catch up. “There’s one just ahead of us,” I informed her.

“Hurry up and catch him,” Melissa demanded as she sat up, pulling her dress closed.

Pulling up alongside the truck, I turned the interior light on. I watched Melissa look up, smile and wave at the driver. He smiled back as she began teasing him by opening the front of her dress, almost exposing her tits. The drivers smile got even bigger, and my cock got even harder.

“Do you want me to show him my tits?” she asked.

“Hell yes!” I panted.

“God, this is turning me on”, she squealed as she exposed first her right, and then her left breast to the trucker.

I looked up at the driver through the moon roof, and noticed that he was enjoying the show. I looked at Melissa, who had her eyes closed and was pulling on her nipples. Suddenly she sat up, turned in her seat, and pressed both of her tits onto the passenger window. She leaned back from the window and I could see her hands massaging her tits. I saw her raise her left breast to her mouth as she began to lick her rock hard nipple.

I reached under her dress with my right hand to feel her arousal. She was so wet, I could feel the inside of her thighs were absolutely soaked with her own juices. I slipped a finger into her steaming gash.

“Ooooohhhh, that feels so good. Don’t stop!” she moaned as she continued licking her own nipples.

“Take your dress off and let him see all of you,” I demanded, pulling my hand away.

“Oh. Yeah!” she agreed.

She sat back into her seat and pulled off her dress. This wasn’t very difficult to accomplish, as it was already unbuttoned. Throwing the dress into the back seat, her hands returned to her rock hard nipples.

“Do you want me to touch my pussy for him?” she asked.

“Mmm-Hmm,” I moaned, watching her slip a hand between her splayed thighs.

“Do you think he can see me like this?” she asked.

“I’m sure he can. Why don’t you climb into the back so he can see you better?” I replied.

Wearing a devilish smile, she turned and unlatched the back of the rear seat, folding it down flat. This left a rather large area in the rear hatch area of the car. Moving the groceries aside, she climbed into the back of our car. As she got herself situated, I sped up and pulled in front of the truck. His headlights illuminated the interior of the car like twin spotlights. My very sexy, very horny wife was now onstage, giving a very explicit show for a complete stranger.

“Oh my God, he has a front row seat!” Melissa exclaimed. “I’m going to cum before I even touch myself.”

Looking in the rear view mirror, I could see her lying on her back spreading her shaven lips for the horny driver to see. With her feet flat on the floor and her knees bent, she was thrusting her pelvis into the air and rubbing herself for the driver’s amusement. The window in the hatchback is pretty big, so I knew that he could see everything. I heard Melissa moaning as she stroked her clit and fingered her sodden cunt.

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Chapter 3
Elsa tells her story

When Hanna called, I got all excited. It’s been several months since our last phone call when I invited her to be my guest at our pension in Rottach, at the Shore of Tegernsee Lake. Brent and I bought the pension five years ago and have built our clientele, step by step, since then.

Hanna and I were roommates during university days, when besides trying to justify the tuition our families paid; we did our best to research our sexuality and our boundaries, many times together, in the same room, bed or even with the same men or women.

It was while discovering and developing our sexual personas, we found out we shared an enormous mutual enthusiasm towards exhibitionism and voyeurism. We would spend many sunny days nude in the ‘Englischer Gartens’ nudist section, stretching the dividing line between innocent public nudity, which is very well established socially in Germany, into sexual behaviors that we tried making them look as if were innocent or accidental.

Just to give you a couple of examples of what we did. I would “accidentally” spill cold beer on my lower tummy and my cunt when there were young men ogling us. I then had “to clean the mess”, so I would first wipe all the beer down my belly and of my pussy hair and lips, doing a very thorough job with my hand. I would spread my legs and open my pussy lips with one of my hands, passing the other hands’ fingers along the length of my slit to “clean” myself from the spilt beer. When the manual work didn’t do the job meticulously enough, I would take a handkerchief and would wipe myself while spreading my pussy lips in full view of the men and women around us. I would slowly and thoroughly wipe each labia bayburt escort and crease in my cunt lips going down all the way to make sure my asshole was dried as well. Men were staring at me openly, most of them trying to hide erections that became too difficult to hide and some men, which I admired very much, didn’t try to hide their hard on. On the contrary, they would make sure I saw their cocks rising to attention. Those hard cocks had made my cunt leak till it wasn’t the beer I was wiping off my pussy.

Hanna on the other hand had her own little show. I do not know whether Hanna has already told you she is a master in yoga and gymnastics. She would use her flexible body and her shaved cunt to tease the people around us in the park. One of her favorites was the asana “Wide Legged Forward Bend” where she would open her legs very wide and would bent very low pushing her cunt backwards. In this pose that she would hold innocently like other yoga poses for more than a minute at a time, people would stare directly into her fully opened and clean shaven cunt. Of course, she never started with this pose so it always seemed like a very innocent succession of asana. It never failed to raise a lot of cocks to stiff attention. The same attention she would get when she did stretches like standing straight raising one straight leg in front of her to reach 180 degree holding her leg straight up with both hands. Her exposure was maximal. Even I would wet my towel with my excitement, when I was watching her glistening cunt exposed to the world and then I could watch lots of hard cocks around us, some dripping precum as evidence to the charged atmosphere Hanna created. We would get a bilecik escort lot of men trying to pick us up for sex and sometimes more and on not so few occasions we ended up with a man or two together in bed.

Well, there’s a lot more to tell about our past together, but I want to tell you about our time together when she spent her first vacation at our pension.

At the second evening Hanna was spending in my pension I was sitting in my small reception office going over internet reservations inquiries and making some inventory orders, my eyes glimpsed once in a while on the closed circuit TV screen. Our insurance company forced us lately to add extra security cameras in the swimming pool hall because the pool was not manned by a life guard. They said that due to privacy laws they did not demand more cameras in the sauna area.

The split screen showed the pool hall when I saw a couple entering from the sauna area. They were both wearing the white bathrobes we supply the guests with, so it was difficult to recognize who they were. When they moved closer I recognized Hanna as one of them and the man walking beside her as Dan, the cycling guest that arrived today. I was glad Hanna was not alone. They stopped by the pool ladder and disrobed. Both of them were naked under their robes. I took the remote control and zoomed in to watch them closer and my jaw dropped. Dan was sporting a lovely erection. My naughty Hanna has done it again! They jumped into the water and swam naked for a while. I was wandering what I will see next. It wasn’t long before they stood at the corner of the pool and in a short while started to touch each other above and below the water surface. Dan bingöl escort was fondling her breasts and nipples while Hanna’s hands were moving under the water surface probably fondling his cock and balls. It wasn’t long before Hanna leaned back on the pool wall holding the scuppers with her hands, wrapping her thighs around Dan middle body. I couldn’t see any details below the water, but their movements left no doubt they were fucking each other. It wasn’t long before I saw their faces changing their expressions showing they have reached their orgasms. I was getting all excited from watching them. My pussy was dripping and my nipples became hard, reacting to the sexy show I was watching.

A while later while they were still embracing each other, the door to the sauna area opened and two couples stepped into the view. They looked at Hanna and Dan and to my relief there didn’t seem to be any adverse reaction to the obvious nudity in the water.

After the two couples had left the pool area, Hanna and Dan climbed the ladder and went into the open shower cubicle. I switched to the camera showing this section and zoomed in. They were showering and soaping each other. Then, Hanna crouched down and took Dan’s cock into her mouth and started giving it intensive oral treatment. Shortly after she moved back and straightened herself and I could see Dan’s cock stiff again. She probably said something to him and left him to pick her robe and put it on. What a tease is my Hanna! Dan put on his robe and they walked out of the pool area.

I closed the reception desk for the night and quickly walked to our living quarters, where Brent was sitting in the living room reading a book. I grabbed him by the hand and took him to our bed telling my surprised husband what had made me so excited. Our lovemaking was very intense and I tried to practice with my dear husband what I just saw on the TV screen to his full delight. After having a series of exceptionally satisfying strong orgasms, I fell asleep in no time.

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Jack slowly drifted into that half awake, half asleep state where you’re not entirely sure if you’re dreaming or not. Must have been a good dream, cos he was sporting an erection that was as firm as he could remember in a while…and it was being grasped tightly as a the familiar feel of pussy slid slowly up and down. A delicate moan of pleasure confirmed he wasn’t alone, but his hands moved to hips then the waist of the woman on top of him. He couldn’t remember how they got here, but damn if this wasn’t a helluva way to be woken. He couldn’t quite open his eyes yet, but he felt the weight shift above him and the unmistakeable presence of a nipple pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth, rolled his tongue around and was rewarded with a very pleasant moan of “oh Jack”. He sucked on it briefly, and the nipple was lifted away and replaced by its twin, eager fur attention. Now his eyes opened and saw the beautiful full figure of a blonde woman slowly fucking him and having a very nice time doing it…and damn he was hard and enjoying it like he hadn’t in a long time. But how did she get here…”Mr Spencer…Mr Spencer”

Jack awoke and saw the smiling face of the young blonde nurse carefully wakening him in the waiting area. “You seem to have dozed off”. Jack mumbled an apology and followed her into the consulting room, the relic of his vivid dream being the erection which he was acutely aware of, and the realisation that he was following the young woman who he had just vividly imagined fucking him. His face flushed with embarrassment and he assured her he was feeling okay.

Jack sat down in front of Dr McKellar and waited while she read his notes. “So Mr Spencer, the scan and the test results confirm you have the problem we suspected. In layman’s terms, the plumbing from your kidneys to your penis is narrowing and that explains the problems you’ve experienced urinating.” Jack nodded, understanding what he already knew, that passing water was excruciating at times for him, which had a side effect of virtually killing anything resembling a sexual impulse in his body. At 52 and widowed, it wasn’t as if he was letting anyone down in the pleasure department, and the health problems were compounded by his excess weight.

“On the plus side, we have a couple of treatment options, each with their own risks and possible benefits. We have a surgical option, which has around a 70% success rate, however there would be a need for ongoing medication as well as possible rejection of the artificial replacement tubing. We do however have a trial that you might be suited for”. Jack perked up at this. He was dreading the surgical option, and Dr McKellar spent 10 minutes explaining the alternative approach which was a combination of gene therapy and some hormonal treatment. This would involve arthroscopic surgery for the beginning, followed by several weeks of appointments scans and medication. It had the benefit of virtually eliminating the rejection risk, and so Jack quickly said yes to the trial therapy.

Jack was given some medication to start taking immediately, and had a surgery date in 10 days time. Debbie, the young nurse smiled and confirmed the arrangements and Jack felt his cock stirring again. Time for a swift exit, a return home and an hour of reading about the treatment was swiftly replaced with a search for nurse themed porn. Oddly none of that seemed to get him aroused, but a glance at the medication bottle which he had already started taking, ardahan escort reminded him of his earlier day dream, which he realised was fantasising about the blonde nurse, and again, his cock responded and a few short minutes later, he shot his first load in weeks, then grimaced as the discomfort in his cock overtook the fantasy.

Over the next week, Jack took his medication as prescribed, got out to do some walking and cycling exercise to try to shift some of his excess 35 pounds in fat, and found his dreams resulted in some very detailed sexual fantasies. Some were of his favourite nurse, some of Dr Mckellar, who though in her early 40’s wasn’t unattractive, and seemed to be wearing very short skirts and bending over A LOT…at least in his morning arousal.

Jack’s next step was a visit to a counsellor, to make sure he was ready for the procedure. He arrived at nondescript office, confirmed his appointment to the receptionist (who was in no danger of prompting a sexual response), and sat browsing his phone.

Angela Collins stepped out of her office. He was immediately struck by her poise as she invited him in. She was a woman probably in her late 20’s or early 30’s, tall, slim and a cascade of red hair that draped below her shoulders. He immediately warmed to her, as they chatted and Angela spent the next hour with him making sure that Jack was prepared for his procedure. He was distracted throughout by her large green eyes and found the time flew past.

“Jack I think you’re all prepared for the procedure. We will do some follow up sessions after to see how you’re feeling, and Dr McKellar and I will provide the study with a complete view of how your treatment is progressing, both physically and emotionally.” Jack smiled and told her he was looking forward to it.

The next morning, Jack’s morning fantasy saw him putting the couch in Angela’s office to some unconventional use and he began to wonder what exactly was in ‘Combined therapy 221’ that he had been taking over the last week, but he knew firstly that his discomfort in urinating was reduced, and that his libido was significantly revived, with the morning erections a daily occurrence, and he was masturbating a couple of times a day, something he hadn’t done in a very long time.

The date of the procedure swiftly arrived, and Jack was invited a quiet private clinic in a leafy suburb. Clearly significant money was backing the trial, and he spent the day being measured, prodded, poked and scanned. Blood, urine, stool and semen samples also had to be provided. Jack was just trying to figure out how to get in the mood, when he spied Debbie in the area outside his room, the door not yet closed over. Out of scrubs and wearing a blouse and skirt, Jack got a much closer look at her curves, and in no time Jack was erect and slammed the door shut to furiously masturbate and provide a prodigious semen sample. He couldn’t recall his cock feeling so hard, and he could have sworn it felt bigger in his hand too.

A tap on the door and Debbie’s head poked around to ask if he needing anything to get started. Jack held out the sample jar, and it provoked a smile and an appreciative glance at the volume it held. This was the end of a long day for Jack, and with surgery scheduled for the following morning, he was packed off to his private room with strict instructions not to eat or drink, and specifically to avoid ejaculating. Jack knew he would artvin escort find the latter to be difficult, especially with Debbie in his thoughts, but eventually, Netflix brought tiredness and sleep.

The following morning Jack woke just as he could see the sun rising through his window, and as usual of late, he was dealing with a severe case of morning wood. While enjoying the moment, his door swung open and in came two nurses to prepare him. One of them started to lather a shaving brush, and Jack immediately realised it wasn’t his face that was going to be prepared. They peeled back the sheets whereupon the obvious erection was poking up against the surgical gown, Neither nurse batted an eyelid as they carefully ensured he was hairless from his knees to his stomach, although if the bed could have swallowed him whole, Jack would have been grateful. He remained scarlet cheeked as they left, though it didn’t do his ego any harm when he thought he heard them make appreciative noises about the girth of his cock, which seemed to have little inclination to return to a flaccid state.

Before long he was being wheeled to the theatre, the blood having been restored to other parts of his body and the final discussions prior to the local anaesthetic being applied. Jack knew the surgery itself would be uncomfortable, and the hospital let him listen to a playlist of loud rock. It only took about 30 minutes to complete, and before he knew it he was back in his room under close observation.

Jack awoke a few hours later, and felt surprisingly spry, the effects of the anaesthetic worn off and a general ache in his groin being the only indication of it having taken place, that and the complete absence of pubic hair. Nurses came and went about their business, with a visit from Dr McKellar later on confirming that it had went well, and as planned a few days of close observation would ensure his wellbeing.

The following morning, Jack found himself in that lazy aroused dream state that had been his experience almost from the day he started taking the medication, but as he was giving Angela a very thorough fucking on her desk, he felt his climax and was suddenly very aware of that having happened in reality. With no choice he buzzed the nurses station, and in came Debbie. Turning a shade of pink, he blurted out that he seemed to have had “an accident” and could he get some tissues to clean up. Instead Debbie pulled back the sheets, lifted the gown and saw the result. She actually seemed pleased, and made sure to scoop some up into a sample jar, as well as applying a very through washing on Jack’s groin, while other nurses changed the bedding. No one seemed perturbed by this, though Jack put it down to their professionalism. Debbie handling his cock did nothing but cause him to become erect all over again,but this was followed with some measurements and a call to Dr McKellar.

Jack waited for over an hour until she came to speak to him. He was genuinely concerned he might have done something to harm his surgery, but the Dr seemed happy enough. She asked to see his groin, and again a firm erection was on show.

“We’ve checked the semen for traces of blood, and there are none, and that’s great news. However we have to take care of your persistent erection or that could be potentially damaging. Our team will help you to make sure we achieve that. If need be we can use an injection to reduce it, but our preference bodrum escort would be to do that by more conventional means”

Jack paused for a moment. Did she just say what he thought she had said? He was to masturbate himself better? “We can provide materials to assist Mr Spencer, however you will have to be observed throughout and we need to check each ejaculation to make sure no harm has been done.”

At this point Debbie came back into the room with a chart, clipboard and several sample jars. The Dr left, and Debbie quietly approached the bed. “Jack I have to observe you to make sure we properly understand your reaction to the therapy in full. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable…” He grimaced and his iPad started to slide off the bed, but the young nurse caught it. The screen opened to show a sub Reddit filled with nurses showing off their bodies under scrubs and uniforms. It had formed a fruitful part of Jack’s masturbation material over the last few days, but now it was right in front of the subject of his fantasies. “Do you like that…” Jack stammered and was lost for words “…naughty nurses who go naked under their scrubs?” His erection now raged in the moment, even though he thought he might pass out with embarrassment. He was sure she would storm out the room, but instead stepped away and carefully locked the door.

“We’re going to have to take care of you Jack, and I think I know how to do that.” She reached for the hem of her tunic and slowly slid it up her body. Jack could not stop his hand sliding up and down his cock, as more skin came in show. She paused briefly with the tunic hem just under her large breasts, and with a wink, lifted it further to perform a “titty drop” that seemed very popular on that page. The tunic was lifted completely off, and Debbie’s magnificent figure was on full display, with large nipples suggesting she might be as aroused as he was. She started to fondle her breasts and play with her nipples, gasping as she tweaked then between her thumb and forefinger. Jack grabbed a sample bottle in one hand, and pointed his cock into it as he exploded 4, then 5 times half filling the jar.

Debbie popped the cap on, jotted the time on the label and made notes on her chart, her breasts moving as her writing caused to jiggle in a way that wasn’t helping Jack regain his composure. She made to grab a wet wipe to clean his cock, then paused, and winking at him then leaned forward and licked it clean. He felt the warmth of her full breasts pressing against his legs, the nipples still firm and he could tell exactly where each was.

She leaned in and went beyond cleaning the head, her tongue now running the length of his cock, then he was swallowed in felt her suck deeply. “Oh fuck that’s fantastic” he gasped and within a minute he could feel his body preparing to spout another load. He tapped Debbie’s head, she paused, picked up a jar then wanked him until he came yet again.

Once more she noted the details capped the jar and updated the chart. For a few moments, it looked as though he might not relent, but slowly his cock subsided. Debbie calmly cleaned him, picked up and out on her tunic, and unlocked the door the take out the sample bottles. Before she left, she picked up the iPad, tapped on the page and handed it back to Jack. On the page was the profile of ‘Nurse EE’ who bore a very strong resemblance to the fabulous young woman in front of him. She winked at him turned and left room where she was replaced by another of the nursing team. She whispered instructions, they giggled and away she went.

“I’m Laura” the young brunette introduced herself. “I’m afraid I’ll need to observe your penis Mr Spencer, Dr’s orders”. Jack felt his cock twitch in response…”oh boy” he gasped.

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Part 1

To get their minds off their studies, Julie proposed that the three girls get together for a weekend at Jenny’s house, while her parents would be away. Mary and Jenny aren’t against the idea, and they start planning for it.

Before the day in question comes up though, Jenny and Julie approach Mary about it. They tell her about how they plan to use the weekend as a way to test Mary. Mary didn’t get it at first, but they explained that the whole time they’d give Mary different dares and tasks, just to see how far she is willing to go.

Mary was suddenly dreading the day. She knew that the two could usually be trusted, but a full weekend would be a lot of time for them to really think up some evil stuff for her.

Yet even knowing this, Mary didn’t say no. School was being stressful, so maybe a weekend with her friends was what she needed, even if came at a cost. She also was discovering she had a hard time saying ‘no’ to their games.

Mary packed her things and left as soon as she got her friends’ call. She carried her bag to the parking structure where they were waiting. She took the elevator up to the floor they were parked at, and saw them waving from the windows not far off. She quickly jogged over to the car.

“You’re here, awesome! Now get those clothes off and into your bag, put the junk in the trunk, and we can get going!” Julie said from the car window. Mary held her finger up to her mouth to try and quiet her friend down. Mary looked around to make sure no one overhear what Julie said. Mary tried to open the door, but it was locked. They really intended Mary to strip so soon, and in the dorm’s parking structure no less.

Mary took another look around. She didn’t see anyone nearby at the moment, but cars could come from either direction, and other students might walk by to get to their cars.

Mary didn’t bother to argue though. She knew Jenny and Julie wanted her to do it, and if she was fast she could do it without being seen.

Mary set her bag down and opened it. She took another look around before she started to lift her t-shirt over her head. Once her head was free, she held the shirt over her chest. She was already showing her bra off in public, and they hadn’t even gotten to Jenny’s yet.

Mary wanted to get it over with fast, but the thought of being in her dorm’s parking structure was sinking in. Other students she saw daily could show up and see her stripping in public.

Finally getting her nerve up, Mary put her shirt into her bag. She now started to unfasten her skirt. It joined her shirt in the bag, and she was left standing in just her underwear now.

Knowing it would be a hassle, Mary took her shoes off now, knowing her panties wouldn’t come off easy with them on. Mary wished she could hide between cars, but Jenny must have purposely parked in the spot that had no one immediately next to them. It was too late now for her to run over and undress elsewhere. She also didn’t want to be exposed and away from the safety of the inside of the car if Jenny and Julie showed some mercy.

Since Mary didn’t hear the car unlock, she continued to strip. She began to take her bra off, but she could hear a car coming!

Mary looked around and didn’t know where to go. The sound of the car echoed, and she wasn’t sure which way it was coming from. This meant she didn’t know where she’d be safe. All she could think to do was crouch next to Jenny’s car, and hope if they passed they didn’t look her way.

The car approached from the other side of the car, and drove right by without stopping. Mary was relieved that she hadn’t been seen. She slowly stood up from besides the car. She could see Julie smiling in the window watching her. “At least you’re enjoying yourself!” Mary snapped. She wasn’t seriously mad, but still felt she had to say something.

This time, without interruption, Mary was able to get her bra off. Left with only her socks and panties, Mary knew she was past the point of no return. She knew it wouldn’t be any easier to explain why she was dressed like this or fully naked. Yet even knowing this, she still hesitated to take her panties off. Once they were in the trunk, she wouldn’t be able to get dressed. Were Jenny and Julie not going to give her clothes back at all?

Mary couldn’t stand in the park structure, holding the waistband of her panties all day though. She slid them down her legs quickly and pulled them off her ankles so she could put them in the bag..

She shivered as she zipped her bag up, seeing her clothes sealed away in it. She heard the click from the trunk getting unlocked. Mary ran over to the back of the car and opened the trunk. She set her bag next to what looked like Julie’s bag, and quickly shut the door, not wanting to leave her bare bottom from sitting out in the open.

Mary was happy to find the back door was also open now. She put her shoes back on and didn’t waste any time getting in.

“Not going to put on your seat belt?” Jenny asked, seeing aksaray escort Mary sitting low in her seat, arms across her chest.

“I’m not even going to move till we’re at least a mile away!” Mary said, not wanting to have to sit up and possibly have anyone she knows seeing her. That seemed to be enough, and the car was in motion.

“Guess that means that you lose one point,” Julie suddenly commented.

“Lose a point?” Mary asked.

“You’ll see,” Julie cryptically said.

Mary didn’t pursue the issue yet. She instead looked out her window to make sure no one was looking in. She knew that while moving it wouldn’t be too bad, but every time they had to stop at a sign or light, her heart race. Near campus it was a busy part of town, and she knew her nakedness would be obvious to anyone who got a good looking.

When they finally got a fair distance away from the college, Mary sat higher up in her seat and put her seat belt on. She wasn’t fully comfortable though, they were still in town, and there was plenty of other traffic all around.

“So, now that we’re out of there, how about something else? Sit up straight, and leave your hands at your sides,” Julie suggested.

Mary looked out the window. The traffic was too thick for her to do that; surely someone would see her naked breast. “I can’t do that!”

“Tisk tisk, I’m disappointed. Another lost point,” Julie said in a disapproving tone.

Mary wanted to know what these points were. “Come on guys, I can’t play the game if I don’t know the rules. What do these points mean?” Mary asked.

“Well, we’re keeping track of how daring you are. You lose a point whenever you turn down a task,” Jenny explained. “We keep track of that, and that decides what we end up making you do. The less you complain, the easier things will be.”

Mary wasn’t so sure about this. The two always promised that they would never make her do something she truly didn’t want to. A lot of the stuff they have her do, she did enjoy, but it was never easy to admit. They also never have been easy. If this game was going to lead to her having to do something tough, how tough could it be compared to the stuff they were having her already do?

She knew if she asked what it could be, she wouldn’t get an answer. She remembered the last time she played one of their games, one that had a more embarrassing result depending how well she did, was almost too much to handle. She remembered wishing she’d done better, that she didn’t let it turn out as bad as it did. Although she did survive that time, she wasn’t sure just how much worse this one could be. It always seemed like the two of them were upping the ante whenever they could.

Mary looked out the car windows again. Although it would be tough to sit up, she knew it probably wouldn’t be as bad as later. Mary tried to turn her attention away from the windows as she sat up. It took a lot of will power, but soon she had her arms at her sides too. “Happy?” she asked.

Julie looked back and smiled. Mary was waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t. “Well, do I get a point back?” Mary asked.

“No, you lost the point not only for denying the task, but for denying it without even thinking about it,” Julie said as she giggled. Mary couldn’t believe it; she thought she could at least earn a point back for going through with it. In a huff she crossed her arms over her chest and slouched back down, not thinking it was worth it anymore. “That’s another lost point!” Julie proclaimed.

“What?!”

“Yeah, sorry, but you lose a point for backing down so soon,” Julie teased. Mary thought this was hardly fair. She was losing points so fast. How many did she have anyways? She had to stop losing them. Again, Mary slowly sat up and let her breast sit out in view.

As the ride continued, the conversation quickly changed. Jenny and Julie began talking about everyday life. How classes were going, and how work was. Mary was surprised how casual the two could be, considering that their best friend was naked in the back seat.

Mary was hardly relaxed. She kept glancing out the windows. She could see other cars that would go by, knowing that they could look to their side and probably see her sitting there, her breast out in the open.

Mary made it though. Jenny had now gotten on the highway, and Mary was now at least at less risk of anyone she knew seeing her.

Every now and again, Julie would look back at her. Every time, Mary could see Julie’s eye move up and down and always zero in on her nipples. Each time, Julie would get a knowing grin, and just face forward again and continue the conversation. Mary knew it was the fact that her nipples were poking out. Mary blushed; embarrassed as she usually was when she knew that the other two girls could tell how much her body reacted to these situations. As embarrassing and worrisome it could be, Mary’s body couldn’t help but betray those feelings.

Mary was shocked when out amasya escort of the blue, in the middle of conversation, Jenny spoke up, “Mary, how about you undo your seat belt, and stick your butt up towards the window.” Mary looked out at the road, and saw that they were approaching a bus. Mary had to think fast. She knew that she would be mooning the bus if she did as Jenny asked. She also didn’t want to lose another point.

“They might not even look. They won’t see more than my butt too. They definitely won’t see my face or anything…” Mary thought. She had lost a lot of points already. The idea didn’t sound too bad either. Mary took a deep breath, and undid the seat belt.

Jenny began to speed up, so Mary knew she had to decide now. Without giving the bus another look, Mary got on her hands and knees, facing away from the window. She slowly backed her bottom towards it, and closed her eyes. Even though she could turn her head and see the bus, she didn’t want to take any risk of verifying if anyone was looking.

Mary was happy to hear Jenny tell her she could sit back down. Mary was breathless as she got seated again. She couldn’t help but look out her window. She could see the bus was a little behind them, but at that angle, she couldn’t see in the windows. In the very least, her flashing them didn’t seem like it had a noticeable effect.

A little later, Mary noticed they were driving into their home town. She slowly inched her way lower in her seat, knowing there was a higher chance of someone she knew seeing her now. She knew she risked losing a point if she dropped too low though.

Although it doesn’t take long to get to Jenny’s house from the direction they came, Mary was shocked when the car was stopped at the side of the road before they got there. Mary knew that Jenny lived about a block further than that.

“Why’ve we stopped here?” Mary asked.

“Thought that maybe you’d enjoy walking the rest of the way!” Julie explained.

Mary’s Challenge, Day 1 By Jappio

Part 2

Julie stepped out of the car as Mary tried and figure out what this meant. The two actually expect Mary walk the block, completely naked, to get to Jenny’s house. It was the middle of the day, and she’d be out under the sun with nothing to wear.

It was Friday however, and Mary knew that people were probably not out of class or work yet. No one was in sight. She’d also lose another point if she didn’t.

When Julie opened Mary’s door, Mary crossed her arms over her breast and squeezed her legs shut. The bright sun shined in. She’d never been naked somewhere like this in the day. Normally it’d be dark, or she wouldn’t be expected to go such a distance.

“I don’t know…” Mary muttered. Julie and Jenny didn’t say anything, so Mary turned and let her feet hang out the door.

Mary had to wonder what would be tougher. How bad would the final task be if she didn’t do this one? Mary held a hand between her legs and an arm across her breast as she stood out of the car. With Julie standing nearby, and the car behind her, Mary wasn’t yet too exposed.

Mary could see that there was a bit of scarce cover down the road. She wouldn’t have many chances to hide. What if Julie and Jenny tell her not hide though? Could Mary end up losing points as they went along? What if the final task wasn’t too bad and the two were just tricking her? Mary wasn’t sure what to do.

Mary knew that this was to test her. She knew that if it was something she could do, she might as well do it. That way she wouldn’t end up doing something she couldn’t.

Of course this wasn’t enough to completely put her at ease. Walking a block, completely naked, and in daylight, was going to be tough. She’d never done anything like it in such a public place.

Mary took a step away from the car. She looked around again. She hadn’t heard or seen sign of anyone. Mary stepped away from the car and shut the door. She quickly ducked down next to it, and started to plan what she would do first.

Before she could even stand to start walking though, Mary heard the car start up. Jenny waved goodbye, and in a few moments Mary’s main cover began to drive away!

“Wait!” Mary screeched as she held a hand out, as if to tell her to stop.

“She’ll meet us at her place. She’ll be able to have it ready for us then,” Julie said as she began to walk away.

Mary didn’t want to continue crouching in the middle of the sidewalk, so she quickly started to walk behind Julie. Mary felt incredibly naked. She didn’t have any clothing nearby. She couldn’t choose to hide in the car anymore either.

Mary wished she had a couple extra eyes. She wanted to be able to see in every direction. She wanted to make sure no cars were coming. She wanted to make sure no one inside their homes could see her. A few of the houses did have cars parked in their driveways. If they looked out, they’d see a naked girl following another girl, walking down the sunny street.

Mary antalya escort had her hands crossed over her breast. She knew it technically didn’t make her any less naked, but it still comforted her some. Mary tried to keep a steady pace, but she couldn’t help but hesitantly walk down the road. She kept stopping, looking around. Mary was afraid the farther she went, the more chances someone might see.

Julie giddily skipped alongside Mary. Mary wanted to tell her to settle down and not draw so much attention. Mary couldn’t even find her voice though. She hadn’t had the time to work up her courage for this; she’d been suddenly thrown in. She was having a hard time adjusting.

As if Julie could sense her conflict, Julie rested her hands on Mary’s shoulders and gently nudged her to a quicker pace. “Jenny’s probably waiting for us, we better get moving,” Julie reminded Mary.

Mary took Julie’s advice, and began to move a bit faster. Now at a regular walking pace, Mary’s goal was starting to come into sight. She was only 4 houses away now, and she was starting to think she’d make it.

“How’s it like to be completely naked out in day light?” Julie asked suddenly. Mary instantly froze up and hugged her crossed arms tighter across her chest. She wasn’t prepared at all for the sudden question.

“Um, uh…” Mary stuttered.

“Hm? I didn’t hear an answer. Maybe Julie and I should have penalties when you withhold information too, it’s sort of like denying a task,” Julie teased.

Mary couldn’t tell if Julie was joking or not. She was worried that they would penalize her more for it. “I um, well it’s really scary.”

“I suppose it would be. I mean you’re completely naked, nothing to cover up with,” Julie teased some more. Mary couldn’t help but blush and look around again. Her nerves were starting to shoot back up. “Who knows when someone might come by and see you walking naked in public? It’d be pretty embarrassing.”

Mary started to slow down again. She looked around and saw no one. She heard faintly the sound of a car though, and began to dash towards a nearby bush. She quickly ducked behind the bush, too worried to even look out from behind it.

Mary thought her heart was beating at least 10 times a second. She could barely hear the car, off in the distance. Mary wasn’t sure if it was anywhere near them, but she didn’t dare risk it. She thought about it driving past them, getting an unobstructed view of her naked body. Mary blushed just thinking about how embarrassing it would be to get caught walking around a neighborhood naked and in the middle of the day.

Julie joined Mary behind the bush. “The coast is clear you know.”

Mary looked out from behind the bush. She didn’t see anyone or any cars. She couldn’t even hear the one from before. Mary couldn’t convince herself to get out from behind the bush though. “Please Julie, can’t I borrow what you’re wearing?” She pleaded.

“That would leave me naked though,” Julie joked as she lifted her shirt to show her bare breast.

“That doesn’t bother you though!” Mary argued.

“True, but you’re the one that is supposed to do this naked. Now I’m going to get out of here before you try and steal my precious clothing. If you want to get inside and to safety, I recommend you stop hiding here and get that naked butt of yours moving down that street,” and without another word, Julie got up and started walking towards Jenny’s house.

Mary thought about how silly it would probably have looked had she tried to take Julie’s clothes, two girls wrestling in the middle of the street in broad daylight, one of them naked and trying to take the other girl’s clothes. She blushed at just the thought.

Mary slowly stood back up. As much as she wanted an easier way out of this situation, she knew being left alone behind a bush would only lead to trouble. She’d eventually be discovered by whoever lived in the house on that property.

Mary managed to get back on the sidewalk, and returned to heading to Jenny’s. She now only had 3 houses to go, and did her best to not slow down. She could see Julie up ahead, occasionally looking back with a smile. In the very least, Mary could say she was making her friend happy.

Mary couldn’t lie to herself though. She was doing this for more than making her friends happy. She was incredibly scared, but at the same time she couldn’t keep denying the thrill. Her heart racing gave her a high like none other. Doing this type of thing gave her a feeling she never felt otherwise. Every time she was pushed to her limits like this, she really did feel accomplished. She didn’t want someone to see her, but at the same time, the possibility of it happening was exciting.

Julie stopped walking so Mary could catch up. Again they were walking side by side. “So, how is it being naked out here?” Julie asked again.

Mary blushed, thinking of admitting the truth. She knew that’d only be trouble, and far too embarrassing. “Still scary,” she paused for a moment, “yet I’m doing better,” she admitted.

Julie didn’t say anything after that. The two just silently walked until they arrived at Jenny’s.

Jenny was waiting at the door, and let the two in. Mary sighed in relief, finally inside and out of the public’s eye.

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I was a bit nervous about moving out-of-state after finishing my Masters degree in computer science, but the offer I got to work in IT and software development with an insurance company in California was just too good to pass up. I wasn’t the most outgoing person, so I was a bit worried about making social connections in a new city. I wasn’t ugly or unlikable or anything like that, and I’d dated here and there in school—I just had my nose glued to the screen and buried in code too much of the time.

It wasn’t long after I started work before I met Mark. He was having issues issues with the company’s proprietary app on his smartphone, and we got to chatting while I helped him figure things out. Even as a straight guy I recognized that Mark was good-looking, and he had loads of charisma. He was about 6 feet tall, blond, with a lean, athletic build (later on I found out he was a varsity swimmer in college). I could see why he did well in sales, but his friendliness seemed genuine, not just an act he was putting on to impress me or to sell me something.

An OS upgrade and a few other tweaks later, I had the app running smoothly.

“Peter, you’re a lifesaver. They’re expecting us to cut down on all sorts of paperwork by tracking things in the app instead and…” He cut his explanation short. “I’m sure you know what it’s supposed to do better than I do. Thanks.”

“No problem, Mark. You’re not the only one who’s had a few issues with the app, and you won’t be the last. It’s still new, and there are always a few bugs to work out with new software.”

“I appreciate it man. So you’re new in town, right? Me and a couple guys from sales meet up to watch football at my place on Sundays. Why don’t you join us sometime?”

Football wasn’t really my thing—typical computer nerd working in IT, I guess—but I thought it was a good opportunity to meet some new people at the office. Mark seemed like a nice enough guy, so I figured his friends would probably be too.

—

The next weekend I made the trip out to his place in the suburbs. Mark greeted me at the door and led me downstairs to the den, where his big-screen TV was tuned into the sports channel, waiting for the game to start. A plate with some nachos and a bowl of salsa along with a few bottles of beer sat on a coffee table in front of a couch, and a pair of comfortable-looking recliners sat on either side.

“This is Peter, the new whiz from IT.” Two men stood up to greet me and we shook hands. “Pete, meet Jeremy and Todd.”

Todd was tall, maybe 6’3″, with brown hair and a neatly-trimmed beard, and wore a Packers jersey. Jeremy was about 5’10 with short, stylish black hair and a calm, almost calculated demeanor.

“And that’s my girlfriend, Mina”. Mark gestured to the far side of the couch, where a very pretty Asian woman smiled and waved at me.

“Hi Peter!” she spoke. I smiled and waved back. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

After grabbing me a beer, Mark sat down in the middle of the couch beside Mina, with Jeremy on his other side. Todd sat down in the chair closest to us, and so I made my way over to the other recliner, which was near Mina’s side of the couch. Mark used a remote to dim the lights—must have been a smart-home setup—and turned on his surround sound system for us to enjoy the game.

The group of us chatted and got to know each other during the game. The guys asked me about my hometown, how I was liking it here—basic stuff like that. I learned that Todd grew up in Wisconsin and was the biggest football fan of the three. He was friendly, but was mostly focused on the screen, watching highlight clips and trying to follow along with what the commentators were saying about the game.

Jeremy was sharp and witty, and had a bit of a sarcastic streak. I could immediately see how his quick wits would help him out in sales. He made occasional gibes at our expense, but it was all taken in good humor.

I learned that Todd also had a girlfriend, Samantha, but she had zero interest in sports and the couple were happy to have Sunday afternoons to themselves. Jeremy dated around but hadn’t been in a steady relationship for quite a while.

And this brings me to Mina. Even though she was hanging out in casual clothes watching a football game on the couch, she radiated beauty. She wasn’t trying to make a show of herself, she just had a natural appeal that was difficult to ignore.

Apparently her father was a Chinese-American venture capitalist hoping to land a big intercontinental trade deal, and her mother was Korean. She grew up in Korea but her family had recently moved to the States as part of her father’s business plans. She’d met Mark when he was involved in an insurance deal with her father’s business, and the two had been dating now for about 8 months. Her English was quite good overall, but she spoke with a bit of an accent—enough to suggest that she had grown up overseas.

Since we were seated close-by, Mina and I got to chatting during the game. It turns out she wasn’t afyon escort a huge football fan either, but enjoyed the company of Mark and his friends, and listening to the game on TV was a good opportunity for her to brush up on her English skills and her accent. It turns out she was something of a math whiz while she was in school and was dabbling in learning programming herself, so we were able to converse in the universal language of numbers and code. She was younger than the rest of us, maybe 20 or 21, and if her family stayed in the US she was thinking about going to college for a programming degree.

As enthusiastic as I was to talk about computers, I couldn’t deny that Mina was smoking hot, and a few times I lost focus and just stared at her while we chatted. Her complexion was pale, which made a striking contrast with her shiny black hair (tied back in a loose bun) and her large, dark eyes. She was petite, probably only about 5’0″ or 5’1″, with the slender figure you might expect from her Asian heritage. Despite that, she also had some great curves, possibly owing to that bit of North American blood. She was dressed pretty plainly in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, but you could still tell she had a great body underneath. (It turns out Sunday was her laundry day—she occasionally bounced back and forth between the couch and the laundry room during the game—and that meant she was washing all of her nicer outfits.)

Over the next month and a half I kept joining the guys for the games on Sunday, and I became pretty good friends with both Mark and Mina. Mina was sweet, smart, and beautiful—but she was happy in her relationship with Mark, and she was probably a bit out of my league anyway. I know I didn’t have Mark’s confidence, and if I ever were to date Mina I’d probably be too nervous about losing her and would mess it up somehow. It was nice having her as a friend though, and from time to time she’d shoot me a text when she needed help with her programming.

I also had many more opportunities in that time to enjoy Mina’s looks and body. Sure, she was dating a friend, but I still couldn’t help checking her out when I had the chance. She had enough of a chest to provide her with some nice cleavage when she wore the right bra—her tits weren’t huge by any means, but they looked great on her small frame. Her hips, legs, and ass were some of her best features. Apparently when she wasn’t hitting the books in school she’d trained as a dancer (this involved a long story about being scouted by some K-pop agency, and her dad realizing that the contract they were offering her was way too restrictive, but that’s another story for another time). The effort she’d put into keeping her lower body toned had definitely paid off.

For most of our game days she was dressed pretty plainly, but one Sunday she was wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants in place of her usual sweats, and I could barely tear my eyes away from her. I was worried that Mark might have noticed me staring, but I think he was mostly focused on the football. If he did notice, he didn’t say anything about it, and I still have the memory of her legs in those tight pants etched into my brain.

Along with being so sweet, Mina was maybe a bit… naive. I think it was mostly a cultural thing. Korean society is apparently quite strict, and she’d spent most of her time there dedicated to her studies and her dancing, so she wasn’t very exposed to the outside world. North American culture was much more liberal than what she was used to, and she was making an effort to fit in. The contrast in social mores didn’t seem to bother her, but she didn’t always have a clear grasp on what was acceptable in day-to-day living versus what she saw on TV or in movies.

She was especially interested in North American fashion, and the few times I did see her outside of Sundays she looked fantastic. She seemed to have developed a good sense of style; she looked sexy without looking smutty. She’d been following a lot of fashion accounts on Instagram, and started making “outfit of the day” posts from time to time herself. I’m sure that Mark helped her out with some of her photos and with ideas on what to wear.

Jeremy sometimes cracked jokes about Mina’s lack of cultural awareness, often in the form of a prank to convince her that some silly behavior was ‘normal’ and was something she had to try—often while Mark was out of the room, so that he’d have a laugh at her actions when he got back. After a while Mina caught on to the fact that Jeremy’s suggestions were intentionally ridiculous, but she would play along anyway and have a good laugh with us. Usually it was all pretty harmless—mixing up her understanding of words to make her say something outrageous was pretty common—but a few times Jeremy seemed to push the limits.

I certainly wasn’t the only one who had noticed how hot Mina was, and I’d definitely caught Jeremy and Todd checking her out a few times as she walked to and from the laundry room. I couldn’t aydın escort really blame Jeremy for trying to encourage a bit of sexy behavior with a prank here and there. Todd never took part directly, but he never did anything to warn Mina either, and was always keen to watch. I took my cues from Jeremy and Todd, not spoiling the fun, and generally Mina seemed to enjoy herself anyway so I didn’t see any real harm.

Even if some of these pranks were a bit sexy, they were pretty innocent overall. One of them involved Jeremy being her “accent coach”, and he encouraged her to make some near-orgasmic sounding moans. Another had her bouncing up and down as quickly as she could to learn a new “dance craze”, which had a predictable effect on her chest under the cropped tank top she wore that day. I heard from Todd that one time, before I started showing up on Sundays, Jeremy had Mina prove to the guys that Asian girls could twerk. Because of her dancing background she actually took that challenge seriously, and from the way Todd talked about it I was sorry I missed out on the performance.

Todd also told me how at one point Jeremy tried to convince her that chugging a beer as fast as she could was an American rite of passage. Apparently this got Mina talking about how important alcohol is in Korean culture, and she started teaching all three of them Korean drinking etiquette over a series of shots. Todd didn’t remember any of the gestures or Korean words to use, but apparently the “elder” was supposed to serve a drink to the younger person first, and the younger one would serve them back. Todd and Jeremy practiced pouring half-shots for Mina a couple of times each, meaning she was drinking twice what they were… and that’s when they learned what a lightweight she was. Mark made sure to pace her drinking much more carefully after that.

Jeremy’s latest prank, however, definitely went a bit too far. Last Sunday he had convinced Mina that it was bad luck to bite into a popsicle he’d brought for her to eat, and so she had to keep licking it all over to make sure it didn’t melt and drip. Watching Mina work her tongue all over the popsicle was somehow even hotter than I expected it to be. Her cute playfulness combined with the inherent sexuality of her gestures had Jeremy, Todd, and me completely captivated.

Did Mina understand what this all looked like? Was she intentionally putting on a show for us, or was she just naively playing along with the prank? I couldn’t say for sure.

I noticed Todd shift a bit in his chair, no doubt making room for the hardon he was developing, and I had to do the same. Mina let out a giggle as a drop fell down onto her hand, which she quickly lapped up with her tongue before she could be chastised by Jeremy.

Then, Jeremy pulled out his cellphone and started recording a video of Mina going at the popsicle. This encouraged her to ham it up even more, giggling and smiling for the camera as she kept licking away at the frozen treat. It seemed more and more like she was just playing along for fun, unaware of the effect her display was having on us. The presence of the camera was bringing out the performer in her—maybe owing to those early K-pop aspirations.

And then Jeremy started to give her more direct instructions.

“You can’t lick too fast or you might break the popsicle. You’ve gotta go nice and slowly, up and down the whole length… that’s right.”

Mina complied with his suggestions, smiling and playing along with the ‘prank’.

“Now, I want you to swirl your tongue around the tip of the popsicle. Just around the tip. Mmm, that’s right. Good girl!” Jeremy was getting carried away, and calling her a ‘good girl’ as she licked the popsicle obscenely at his instruction was obviously crossing a line, but I was too stunned—and too aroused—to speak up. Mina only giggled again and fluttered her eyelashes at the apparent compliment.

“Now it’s starting to get really wet and melty. You’re going to have to push it all the way into your mouth, back to your throat. Very slowly now, so it doesn’t break… that’s right.”

Mina pushed the frozen phallus as far as she could into her mouth, with her lips wrapped around its base in a tight circle.

“Now pull it in and out of your mouth, nice and gently. Make sure to only use your lips and tongue. Your teeth might cause it to break. Keep eating it that way for now.”

Mina looked into the phone camera with her big, dark eyes as she fellated the popsicle. She was making little slurping noises as she tried to swallow all of the melting liquid in her mouth.

The spell was broken when Mina pulled the broken-off bottom end of the popsicle out of her mouth with a defeated laugh. “Oh no!” she called out playfully through the chunk of sugary ice still in her mouth, and she smiled and laughed again as the other half of the popsicle started dripping onto her hand. Jeremy stopped recording and slid his cellphone away into his pocket, staring at her with a grin ağrı escort and laughing along.

“Uhh, here, use this,” Todd stammered awkwardly as he passed her a napkin across the table.

Mina’s laughter drew Mark back into the room.

“Jeremy made me maeg uh meth wifh tha popthicul!” she proclaimed in a tone of mock protest through the half-popsicle still in her mouth as she wiped up the mess on her hand with the napkin. I let out a nervous chuckle, and Jeremy gave Mark a grin and a shrug.

Mark rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit himself. “Well, now I’m sure you know how NOT to eat a popsicle,” he said as he sat down beside her on the couch. He leaned down to playfully lick up some of the melted liquid still on Mina’s hand, and she giggled and smiled again.

Todd sat back down awkwardly, concealing his erection, while Jeremy concealed a look of sly relief from Mark. We got back to watching the game, and before too long the sexual tension in the room dissipated.

—

I didn’t get to see the guys and Mina on Sunday. Mark’s parents were in from out of town and they had family things lined up all weekend, so we skipped the game. And next weekend he was having some work done around the house, so we’d canceled for then as well. I didn’t miss the football that much, but I was going to miss hanging out with my friends.

“Do you think you’ll let her do it?” I overheard Todd asking Mark as I walked into the lounge to join the three men from sales for lunch. “I’m not sure I’d want Samantha doing something like that…”

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked as I pulled up a seat nearby. I had gotten caught up in a tech issue and was a bit late to join in.

“I took Mina out dancing at the club on Friday,” Mark said, turning to face me. “And when we were at the bar grabbing some drinks, this hip-looking Asian guy approaches us. He tells me that he saw Mina and thought she’d be perfect for a modeling gig.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of job?” I asked.

“This guy’s into doing custom jobs on import cars or something, and I guess there’s a convention happening next Saturday. He says people hire models to pose around their cars for these things to get attention,” Mark explained.

“Like a booth model at a tech show?” I asked, having seen photos online from CES of the models companies would hire to draw in businessmen to their displays.

“I guess so. Anyway, the guy didn’t seem like a creep, and Mina seemed interested, so I took his card. He has a website with a few pictures of his car, and it all seems legit. Mina is kind of excited about the idea.”

“Yeah, I bet. You know she’s into clothes and fashion,” I added.

“And the pay isn’t bad either. He was offering her $750 for the day, and said she could keep all the clothes.”

“Jesus,” Jeremy added. “I wish I made that kind of money here!”

“Get your commissions up and maybe someday you will,” Mark replied with a smile.

“‘Keep the clothes’?” I asked. “I guess that means he’ll be giving her an outfit to wear?” The models at the tech shows often had company-branded dresses provided to them. Sometimes the outfits got pretty tacky—I guess that’s how you compete for attention at these events—but in recent years the trend had died down as more and more women were working in the tech industry.

“Yeah, this stuff is all about image and style,” Mark replied. “I don’t know what he has in mind exactly, but I’m guessing it will be a bit racy.”

“Pun intended?” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow. “Will she be waving a checkered flag at the finish line?”

Mark chuckled. “I’m not sure if they even drive the cars at these events at all.”

“I dunno,” Todd joined in. “Mina definitely has the looks to model if she wants to, but I’d worry about her being on display for a bunch of random guys at some car show if I were you.”

“I don’t think it’s all that different from taking her out to the club. She gets stared at there, too,” Mark replied.

“Yeah, but at the club you’re there to look out for her,” Todd added.

“The guy said they had good security at these events who looked out for the girls.” Mark shrugged, unconcerned. “I might try to get a ticket to the show myself to see what it’s all about, and so I can check in on Mina.”

“I think having her model would be hot,” Jeremy said. “And you’ll even get some kinky outfit to dress her up in for yourself!” he added with a sly grin, taking a sip from his bottled water.

Mark laughed. “What do you think, Peter?”

“Well, hey, if she’s interested, it seems like it would be a lot of fun for her,” I offered noncommittally. “She’s really been enjoying her Instagram account a lot lately, so maybe she can get some good photos for that.”

I didn’t want to seem too eager to encourage Mark to have Mina dress up to be gawked at by strangers, but I was definitely interested in seeing how this might turn out. Jeremy could get away with making those suggestions as ‘jokes’ with his sense of humor, but since Mina and I had become friends it didn’t seem like the sort of thing I should joke around about too much.

My mind also wandered back to the popsicle prank, and about how much Mina seemed to enjoy performing for the camera… but I definitely didn’t want to talk to Mark about the popsicle.

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Author’s note: I apologize for no introduction in the first chapter. This story will likely be a long one, but slow building. My intention is to have a new chapter out every week, but we’ll see how that goes. Hope you enjoy it!

*

Christy woke the next day to the bright sun filtering through her window. She threw her arm over her eyes and groaned, wishing she could go back to her enticing dream. She tossed and turned in the bright light and finally decided that she needed to get up.

The shower served to revive her, and she snuck into the kitchen, skiving a hot cup of coffee and one of Tabitha’s croissants. While she ate, she glanced at the clock repeatedly. Eventually, it was nine o’clock, time for Eli to pick her up. She hastily swept the last crumbs from her breakfast into a trash can, before heading outside to sit on the curb.

To her surprise, his car was parked on the other side of the street already. She felt the urge to run but forced herself to take calm, measured steps.

Eli leaned across the seat and pulled on the handle, opening the door for her.

With a small smile, she sat beside him and buckled her seat belt.

He turned, giving her a big smile. “I’ll take this as a sign that I didn’t scare you off yesterday.”

Christy suppressed a giggle, choosing instead to shake her head. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“So … how did your night go?” Eli asked, out of the blue.

She didn’t answer immediately, but tried to gather her thoughts. He couldn’t know about what she’d done…

“Nothing special. Just went to bed.”

“Oh, ok.”

They rode the rest of the way in relative silence. After he’d parked the car, Christy followed him up to the house.

“So what am I going to be doing today?”

Eli paused, and turned to look at her. “Well, I was planning on working in the shed … cleaning the place out and reorganizing the tools. Would you want to help me with that?”

Christy agreed to help, and followed him through the house and out into the wide backyard.

Eli opened the door to the large, aluminum shed.

Christy gasped, seeing that it was absolutely full of debris. Boxes were stacked haphazardly and looked as though they would topple over at any moment. Tools hung on the walls, though some were underfoot, the sharp edges menacing in the dark interior.

“Have you changed your mind?” Eli asked, “I could always find you something to do in the house…”

“No. tokat escort I’m just surprised. My dad keeps all of his tools in one tiny toolbox.”

“Well, I own property up in the mountains, and down south as well. I take tools with me when I go for a visit … they often require a lot of upkeep.”

“You do all of that work yourself?”

“Yes. I’d rather do that than go to a gym.”

She looked him over from head to toe, silently appraising him, not realizing he was staring at her while she did so.

“Do you think I need a gym membership, then?” he asked jokingly.

“No, not at all. You’re amazingly fit…” she stammered.

Eli was proud of himself that he managed to keep his jaw from dropping at her admission, although he couldn’t help but be captivated by her rosy cheeks…

“So, where do we start?” Christy asked, trying to end the awkward moment.

“I’ll take out the boxes one by one. You can carry out the tools. Be careful, some of them are sharp.”

“Ok.”

Eli made quick work of the boxes, arranging them in neat rows on the grass while Christy placed all the tools in a pile on the other side of the shed.

The sun rose higher in the sky and burned off the clouds. The temperature rose quickly and Christy found herself sticky, a mild sheen of sweat covering her skin. In response she pulled off her sweater, revealing a thin, spaghetti-strapped tank top beneath.

Eli watched her from the corner of his eye when she peeled the bulky sweater off. Her body was enticing as it emerged, the fabric clinging to her form like a second skin. He was careful in his scrutiny, only glancing at her every few minutes, but feasting on the sight of her when he did. The shirt seemed to have a built in bra, but it still allowed for freedom of movement. Christy had been blessed with an ample bosom that bounced delightfully when she dropped whatever she was carrying. A few times he’d been in front of her as she’d bent over, giving him an unobstructed view of her cleavage. Though he felt a little bit perverted, he couldn’t stop himself from looking. He didn’t remember girls looking this sexy when he was in high school.

“Eli?”

His eyes whipped up to focus on her face. She stared at him for a moment.

“Were you…”

His heart stopped, imagining her accusation. Were you staring at my tits?

“…planning on unpacking the boxes or are they going to be moved somewhere yozgat escort else?”

He shook his head, and took a fortifying breath. “I was thinking of going through them. I have no idea what is inside them, actually. I’m a bit of a pack rat, if you hadn’t noticed.”

She laughed easily. “I’ve noticed. It’s ok—I’m that way too. I’ve finished pulling the tools out, although some of the drawers were stuck…”

“We can just leave the drawers for later. Why don’t we take a break?”

She looked up the sun and shielded her eyes. “Yeah, we should. It’s fucking hot today.”

Eli felt his cock beginning to harden. Just hearing that dirty word falling so easily from her lips…

Christy noticed when Eli failed to respond to her quip. She squirmed. “Eli…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cuss in front of you.”

He shook his head and waved his hand. “It doesn’t matter. It shocked me for a second, but it’s no big deal. I cuss all the time.”

“I’ve never heard you say anything bad.”

Just you wait girl. “I watch what I say around students, of course. But you need to remember that teachers are people too. We swear, we gamble, we have sex.”

A tiny spark lit within Christy at his casual words. It turned her on immensely to think of him having sex … with her.

If he noticed her discomfiture, he made no remark but turned toward the house. She followed him into the blessed shade and into the cool, tiny kitchen.

As before, he poured her a glass of tea, and then joined her at the breakfast table.

She drank heartily, and he refilled her glass.

“Thanks. You’re really sweet.”

He stared at her, taken aback. “No thanks are necessary. You’re working hard.”

“Ugh. I know. I hate sweating. My shirt is completely damp.”

He looked down at her shirt, not being able to help doing so, and noticed her nipples poking proudly through the fabric. Despite the tea, his mouth was dry.

“It’s funny what a quick change in temperature will do,” he replied silkily.

Christy couldn’t help but be aroused. It was obvious what he was talking about, and where his eyes were. Pretending to be oblivious, she raised her arms over her head and tilted back in the chair, in a phony stretch. She felt the fabric draw tight against her breasts, straining to stretch to accommodate the motion. She heard Eli take in a startled breath.

Eli gripped the table in an effort to stay put. zonguldak escort Seeing her body arching like that, her nipples exquisitely hard, breasts thrust proudly into the air, was nearly his undoing. His cock was aching, hard as steel, encased in his trousers. He wanted to launch himself across the table, peel away that dratted fabric, and pepper her lush breasts with kisses.

She returned to her former position and Eli breathed a sigh of relief.

“So, do you want to head back outside?”

He didn’t know what to do. He could not go out there in his current situation. He wasn’t ready for her to see the effect she had on him.

“Why don’t you go out there and get started. I need to make a few phone calls, and then I’ll be out to join you.”

She flounced out of the kitchen and he groaned when he heard the screen door slam. He gave it a few moments before walking up to his office, closing and locking the door behind him. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. He stared down at the angry, purple head in shock. That girl had one hell of an effect on certain parts of his anatomy.

Carefully, he took his cock into his hand and gave a few experimental tugs. Shock waves of pleasure accompanied the motion. Feeling daring, he reached over and twisted the plastic wand that opened the blinds. He peered out into the garden, watching as Christy was bent over one of the boxes. Her tight little ass filled out her jeans nicely and he could just imagine rubbing his hands over it. He began pulling on his cock, watching her work, bending over, and straightening up again. Pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock and he sighed in pleasure, rubbing the natural lube over his length as he worked it, watching her with hawk like scrutiny. A minute later, Christy turned fully around and as though in some effort to torture him, reached inside her shirt and adjusted her breasts.

Seeing her handle herself in such a way brought him to the edge, and he pumped his cock furiously, and cried out as he emptied himself over the gleaming surface of his desk in three erratic spurts.

The pounding in his cock gradually dulled, and he allowed himself to breathe. He pulled several tissues from a box, and cleaned himself, and his desk. He then went into the bathroom to wash his hands. For some reason, he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, and his hands were shaking. It had been many, many years since he’d felt out of control in this way. He just had to be sure that he kept this to himself, and didn’t make unwanted advances. It wouldn’t be fair to her, and though she was no longer his student, she was still very young. It was his responsibility to be the adult and he knew he had to keep his desire hidden.

Unless she makes the first move…

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