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It was really a dare to myself to see if I would actually go through with it. I was on campus at a large Midwestern university for a graduate seminar that lasted three weeks. Being from out of town, I was staying in a large residence hall. I had some extra time in the evenings, so I was looking for something to do, but I never expected anything like this!

One day while on a break, I went to the campus coffee shop. I saw an ad in the campus newspaper for models for a drawing class. The ad said that nudity may be required, so only those with an open mind should apply. Now, I’m not a model by anyone’s definition, but I try to take care of myself, and I’ve got a pretty decent body. Mostly, the thought of being nude in front of a group of total strangers appealed to my exhibitionist side! I immediately tried to dismiss the idea, and put the paper aside.

The more I thought of it, the more it really appealed to me. I mean, when else would I get the chance to legally be naked in front of a room full of people who I would never have to meet in public again? My cock began to grow hard as I thought of it, and I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was in khaki shorts in the middle of a coffee shop with a growing hard-on! Flustered, I reached for the paper, and promptly spilled the tepid coffee on my lap! A girl at the next table began to laugh, but her friend jumped up to the counter, grabbed a handful of napkins and brought them over to me.

“Are you ok?” she asked, trying to help me out.

“I’m fine, just clumsy!” I replied, completely embarrassed by the way the coffee had soaked my shorts right in the front. To make matters worse, the girl was a total knockout. With her blonde hair, and tight white button up shirt, she was an eyeful!

“Here, um, these might help” she offered the napkins to me, hesitating because my hands were in my lap, so to hand them to me it looked like for a second that she was going to help apply the napkins to my wet groin. She became flustered, and actually blushed a little as she just handed me the napkins.

I looked up to thank her and caught a glimpse of her fabulous tits constrained by the white blouse. Blonde hair and green eyes with a stunning figure! I noticed that her eyes were focused on my stain, which had completely soaked through to my briefs, and had turned my shorts semi-translucent. My recent hard-on had subsided, but I still had a pretty good bulge which was stretching the material, and I’m sure she got a good eyeful. I tried hard not to notice her stare as I used the napkins to soak up the cold coffee.

“Wow, I really made a mess!” I said awkwardly, feeling like a total fool.

“Oh, don’t feel bad. It could happen to anyone!” she said. She flashed me a brilliant smile and went back to her table with her friend who was still laughing at the whole thing.

I promptly got up, and walked back to my dorm, with the book bag awkwardly in front of me the whole way. But I kept thinking back to the feeling of having the hot blonde see my cock through the shorts, and I found myself working up the courage to display my cock in public. Could I do it? I thought I’d investigate it more to see exactly what it was like before I made up my mind.

After changing into dry clothes, I walked across campus to the art building and found the room advertised in the paper. As I entered, I noticed a row of lockers that divided the room from the larger area beyond. I walked around and there was a larger area with several easels and drawing tables arranged in a circle around a small platform in the middle of the room. There was one barstool on the platform, empty. I assumed that this was where the model must sit, and the students would draw from the tables. As I looked, I thought of what it would be like to sit there naked with a bunch of students staring at me, looking at my body, and drawing me from every angle! No hiding, no concealment, just total nudity. Wow, I was not ready for this!

“Are you looking for Dr. Locke?” asked a voice behind me. I turned and saw, to my surprise, the girl from the coffee shop! “Oh, hi!” she said with a smile that indicated she was really happy to see me again.

“Hi”, I stammered, “I, um, was actually just…”

“Are you our new model? I really hope you are, you’d be so fun to draw!” she said. Then I think she realized that she might be a little too enthusiastic and she immediately began to blush again. “I mean, you would be a great model, because you’re so fit, not that others aren’t fit, just that you, well — you know”, she stammered becoming more embarrassed by the double meanings in her words.

I felt bad for her, and wanted to relieve the awkward situation, “I’m thinking about it, but I want to be sure you don’t have any coffee anywhere nearby that I might knock over!” I replied, getting a immediate brightening of those green eyes of hers as she smiled.

“Dr. Locke has another lab right now, and will not be back until the class tonight. But I’m the assistant, and I’m sure van escort that you would be perfect for the job!” she said. She gave me some paperwork to bring back and told me to be there at 9pm. “You can wear anything you want because the actual session will be… Oh, um, you do know that this..” she stopped mid-sentence, obviously uncertain how to proceed.

I played along, “I know that this is… what?”

“Well, you’ll be… um” she stammered.

I could not help but be aware that we were alone in a room discussing my potential nudity, and that she really was a dynamite girl. Her tight white blouse could not conceal the fact that her breasts were firm, and her nipples were beginning to poke out just a little as she became flustered. I was hooked!

“Yes?” I prompted, with a tease in my voice.

“Oh, damn it, you know what — nude! You will be nude.” she blurted out as she looked away.

“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever done that before, but I guess that is why I’m here.” I replied.

She looked at me quietly, and then said “You will be good, won’t you?”

I wasn’t really sure what she meant, but I didn’t have time to question, since the door in the outer room opened and several voices of students could be heard coming in. She told me that she would see me at nine, and then walked off to prepare for class.

(*)(*)

As I got ready for that night, it seemed that nine o’clock would never come! I alternated between embarrassment and excitement as I contemplated the multiple scenarios for the evening. Of course, many of these involved the hot blonde with the green eyes, whose name I still had not caught. Her tan legs and firm breasts filled my mind as I worked out, trying to pump up as much as possible since I would be on full open display later that evening.

I continued to think about it as I went to the showers. I washed myself very thoroughly and began to apply the shaving cream to my balls. I shaved them carefully, prepared to show off for a room full of strangers.

When I showed up at the art building all the lights were off except a few in the hall for nighttime illumination. I still could not believe the circle of events that day which had brought me to this point. I stood outside the door for a minute, realizing that I was about to take off all my clothes for a group of total strangers! I opened the door and tried to be as confident as possible as I walked in.

“You must be tonight’s model,” said the young guy who was standing next to the lockers. He was mid 30s, with wild hair, goatee, and thick black-frame glasses. “I’m Dr. Locke, but you can call me Ron,” he said shaking my hand. I was struck by how casual he was, and how much at ease I felt around him.

“Jenny has told me all about you, and she thinks that you will be perfect for tonight’s session,” he said.

So now I knew the name of my mystery girl! I thanked him, and he took my papers and simply put them in the locker and pulled out a check for me for the session. “This is for tonight — you might get more jobs if it all works out, which I think it will!” he said with a glance at my body. “You can disrobe in that room, and there is a gown for you to wear to the podium. I’ll pose you once we get going.”

I tried to be more cool than I felt as I wen into the room and took off all my clothes. There was a white robe folded on the bench that I put on. Then it was time. I was about to walk into a room full of people and take off my only clothing, a simple robe! Could I go through with this? I took a breath and opened the door into the room.

There was some general conversation going on among the students as I walked in. I felt the room go quiet as every eye in the room turned to look at me. I felt a sudden fear as I saw the group. There were about ten gorgeous girls, who looked like they just stepped out of the college issue of Playboy! The only other guy in the room was Ron, and he was grinning like a cat that just found a new toy!

Then I caught sight of my friend Jenny, who flashed a brilliant smile at me and I knew that this was going to be a night to remember! I walked up on the platform, and stood there for a minute unsure what to do next. I glanced at Jenny and she motioned for me to go ahead and take off the robe. A few of the girls giggled as I began to untie the strap, and then I just stood there for a second, looking right at Jenny as I opened the front of the robe.

I really felt daring and bold as I exposed myself to her, with so many people looking on. My cock was not erect, but it was full of blood and feeling rather large. Her eyes slipped down from mine and grew wide as she stared at my penis. I guess the other girls were suitably impressed as well, as the giggles turned into silence. One girl gasped just a little and said “Oh, my!”

Ron just stood there with a big smile on his face as his arranged show took place. I dropped the robe to the floor and stood next to the tall stool.

“Okay class, here yalova escort we have a great body to work with tonight. I want you all to remember the your techniques as you begin to sketch,” Ron said coming up to the podium. He motioned for me to sit on the edge of the stool, with one leg on the second rung and one on the lower rung. He then reached out and moved my arms into a position that was placed one had on my right hip, and the other had on my left leg. He pushed on my back forcing me to sit up straight, and then angled my head to the left. At that angle I was looking directly at Jenny, which I don’t think was any accident on his part.

As I sat there I was keenly aware that several eyes were on my cock. It was not hard, but was definitely swollen from all the attention at this point. Jenny had a lusty look in her eyes, as she blatantly stared at my dick. Ron continued to make minor adjustments to my pose, nudging my shoulders into the right position for his class. Then he did something completely unexpected and reached between my legs and grabbed my dick! “Class, I want you to pay close attention to the way the light casts shadows on his penis,” he said as if he were teaching a math lesson. “I’m going to move it over to this side, but notice that it will eventually drift back to it’s normal position,” he said, moving my rapidly swelling member back and forth slowly.

I was frozen with mixture of embarrassment and excitement as I glanced at the girls who were watching this with wide eyes. One of the brunettes with pouty lips was starting with her mouth open and I saw her lean forward which brought her tits right up on the desk. The ample cleavage was threatening to spill out as she slowly moved her tits back and forth on the desk, letting the surface provide a massage for her nipples.

“Now perhaps you will notice that the penis will be constantly changing during the drawing session,” Ron intoned as he continued to move my dick from side to side, “this is perfectly normal. Our friend here has complete control over his body, except for the penis. It will grow and shrink on its own, so don’t worry if it gets hard, and don’t be disappointed if it goes limp. You just have to watch it closely and remember the position you want to draw it in. However it is a good idea to see it from all angles to be able to draw it better,” he said with a playful tug on my cock, which was becoming hard now.

Oh my God! Here I was sitting nude in front of a room full of hot women and this guy is playing with my dick! I did not know whether to be embarrassed or angry, but I had to admit to myself that it was certainly arousing!

“Can I get a closer look at it professor?” asked a student in the back.

“Of course!” Professor Ron replied, releasing my cock and positioning it just as he wanted it. “Anytime you want to get a closer look or see a different angle just come on up,” he added.

I could not see her as she approached me from behind, but I could tell that everyone else was watching her to see just what this adventurous girl would do. I tried to remain as still as possible as I heard her come up behind me. Just as she passed behind my back I felt a light tracing of her fingernail along my ass and I had to bite my lip to keep still. Evidently this was going to be a challenge! The next thing she did was to stand right in front of me, staring into my eyes. This girl was a beauty! Her long, jet-black hair framed a perfect face, with rosy red lips that just begged for something to stick between them! My cock began to spring to attention immediately. She kept eye contact as she began to slowly move her body lower until her chin was only about 12 inches from my shaft. I could feel her breath on my tingling balls, and I could not keep from staring into those beautiful, devilish eyes.

Just then she lowered her gaze to rest on my cock, “I see what you mean about it changing shape Professor,” she purred. “It’s pretty erect now!”

“Yes, and everyone notice how the scrotum hangs down,” answered Ron, who was evidently enjoying himself quite a bit. “If it changes temperature, it will also change shape.”

Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation as she gently blew right on my balls! Oh My GOD that was intense! I gasped as my cock grew even more rigid. My balls tightened and I looked down as she continued to blow directly on my testicles.

“I want to see too!” exclaimed a voice, and suddenly there were several young women gathered around me peering at my cock and balls. In fact, I went ahead and turned my head to see that every desk was vacant and all the girls were grouped around me. Several hands rested on my arms, and upper thighs as they leaned in. I glanced down to be rewarded by the sight of more cleavage than I have ever seen in one place! The brunette who had been clandestinely rubbing her tits on the desk was hovering in the second row, which caused her to really lead forward as her voluptuous tits edged their way out of her button up çorlu escort shirt. I could clearly see the red bra she was wearing, and her dark areola were just on the edge of busting out! I was not the only one enjoying the show, because I saw the professor staring right at her with a calculating look in his eyes. He then looked at me, and smiled, and I knew that this was much more than a posing session!

“Ok, everyone back to your desks!” he exclaimed. “I’m going to come around to each of you and I want to see some good basic definitions in about 20 minutes, then we will work on highlights.”

Suddenly I found myself alone at the middle of the room again, but the last to leave was Jenny, who whispered to me “You are doing great!”

(*)(*)

“I want to see what you have done so far,” announced Professor Ron and the girls each held up their sketches. As he walked around the room, he would make suggestions to the students, and I noticed that he would always position himself over their shoulder for best possible view of those young, firm tits. Professor Ron indeed! This guy was good! Several times during this session he asked if I was comfortable and if I needed a break. I assured him that I was doing just fine, which was sort of the truth. In my head I was going slightly mad from the constant arousal and the fact that I was sitting here in front of all these stunning co-eds totally buck-naked! My cock would get hard as a rock, and then after a few minutes it would begin to subside. I must have gone through the cycle from semi to raging hard-on at least 10 times during the session!

“Ok, everyone you have all done great!” Ron announced. “The next step is to do the highlights,” he said. “Jenny, could you help us out here?” Jenny got up and crossed behind me to retrieve something from a table in the back. “While Jenny gets ready, I want you to remember that you are looking for highlights as the light glints off the body. Try to capture the essence,” Ron instructed. I had no idea what he was saying, I was just dying to find out what Jenny was getting “ready for” and exactly what that meant!

“I need someone to move the lamps please, could I get a couple of volunteers? And Pam will you dim the overheads as we move into the highlight phase?” The room grew dark as Pam – the brunette with the big tits — adjusted the lights, leaving pools of light on each table. Suddenly a bright light lit up one of the corners. I glanced, and I must have looked surprised because a few of the girls were giggling. But I didn’t care right then. The bulging tit brunette was standing on a small stool with her whole body lit from the glow of the light behind her. Her light colored shirt all but disappeared, and her red bra was clearly visible. I could also see matching red panties beneath her shorts, as the light cascaded around her. I think that she was aware of this predicament as she seemed to take care to thrust her tits right into the bright light for me to clearly see her erect nipples.

I was a little more prepared when the next light came on, and a striking blonde had her moment in the spotlight. What was different this time was that she had a flimsy t-shirt on, and a lacy bra that completely disappeared in the bright light. Her tits were just about perfect, and they were there for the whole class to see! I didn’t care at that point who saw, I was stiff as a board, my dick saluting the silhouetted beauties and those great tits!

“You are good,” a soft voice whispered in my ear. I was so startled that I almost slid off the stool as I turned to see Jenny next to me, her eyes fixed on my hard cock.

“Thanks, but this is killing me!” I whispered back.

“Don’t fret”, she whispered in my ear with a gentle lick of my earlobe. “l’ll take good care of you tonight, I promise!” Damn! Now I was flying!

“Professor, we are ready!” Jenny called out.

“Oh, um, okay,” answered Ron, who was obviously staring at the luscious tits of the girl with the red bra. He walked over to her and stood behind her as he reached out and helped her adjust the spotlight to shine directly on my dick. As he guided her hands his arms were pushing her tits even further up in that tight bra making a perfect push-up of her cleavage. “That’s right, just like that,” he said as he looked down at those great breasts.

“Is this okay?” asked the girl on the other light. She was now to the side of the light and it caught her dynamite figure making her entire body glow.

“It’s better than okay, it’s perfect!” replied the professor. “Just shine it on his cock, er, I mean his penis” he said, as a few of the girls giggled nervously. I was not sure what was about to happen, but evidently the tension in the room was up for everyone!

“Jenny, you may begin,” he said.

She was still standing next to me and she produced a large bottle of baby oil, which I had not noticed at this point since I was preoccupied with the sight of the girls. She moved behind my back and reached around both sides of my body to gently grasp my dick with her left hand and then positioned the baby oil over the tip of my engorged head with her right. The entire room went still as she tilted the bottle ever so slowly and began to pour a stream of clear oil on the top of my cock!

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This story was co-authored by AlwaysHungry and MusicalChick.

Dear Arielle,

It has been a year now since we met in Kuala Lumpur. Those three days went by so fast, and there is a lot that I have never told you. The firm that I work for expects me to maintain good relations with our clients in Malaysia, and one way that I do that is by participating in their holiday festivities. December 11 is the birthday of the Sultan of Selangor, which is officially celebrated in Selangor, the state in which Kuala Lumpur is located.

I remember the first time I met your eyes — on December 9. It was the day that I arrived in KL, and I was exploring the city, looking for an air-conditioned restaurant where I could take refuge from the tropical climate. I found one, a stroke of luck which I only fully appreciated later. I seated myself, ordered lunch, and then happened to look in the direction of the table where you were seated alone. I wasn’t expecting to see another person of European descent, and blond, no less. You met my eyes, and your expression was both intense and ambiguous. Neither of us looked away — the gaze lasted too long to be casual, and yet there was nothing that I could read in your expression. Finally you looked away, and I turned my attention to the waiter who had just arrived with my food. But I was both intrigued and, I admit it, aroused by my momentary contact with you.

Arielle: Yes, I too remember this well. I had been deep in thought at the time, with my mind on other things. I had landed in Kuala Lumpur the day before having visited friends and family in Australia. It is a long flight back to the UK, and after having completed the whole trip in one stint far too many times previously, had decided this time to stop for a few days before returning home both for rest purposes and for thinking time.

I had decided to treat myself to a non-aeroplane meal in a lovely cool restaurant to relax and begin to make decisions about my future. I leaned back in my chair, picked-up my menu, but suddenly had a feeling of being watched…

I looked up from my menu with a start. You were also sitting alone at a table across the room. I remember taking in the fact that you were dark haired, pleasing to look at, probably quite tall, but it was the fact that you were directly looking at me that initially jolted me. You should have immediately looked away embarrassed upon me looking in your direction, but you continued to hold my gaze! I had to force myself to break eye contact with you as it seemed inappropriate to stare at a complete stranger. I returned my attentions to my menu, wondering what on earth had just happened. The words on the menu seemed strangely muddled after this brief encounter, and I realised that I was feeling a bit hot and flustered. I forced myself to appear composed and focus on my choice of meal.

Andre: I guess it was sort of mutually shocking. I don’t think I ever told you that I discovered only a few hours later that you were staying at my hotel. I had gone down to the lobby to buy a newspaper, and I decided to take a walk through the big courtyard where the pool was, on my way back to the elevators. I recall the pool being sort of L-shaped, and as I turned the corner, I thought I saw you in one of those reclining lounge chairs. I wasn’t certain at first, because you were wearing sunglasses, but the hair was a giveaway, long, blond, and curly. I almost introduced myself to you, but I thought it might be awkward, because you were rather scantily attired in your emerald green bikini, whereas I was in shirt, slacks and shoes. Permit me to confide in you that I was quite fascinated by your body; there was something about the way that your hips flared out from your slender waist, and there was a certain delectable plumpness to your thighs, but in particular the mouth-watering curvature of your crotch, highlighted by that green fabric. There was something about your posture that made it distend a little, and I was fighting with myself not to be too obvious about looking. I was hoping that, behind those dark glasses, your eyes were closed or otherwise occupied, because I didn’t want to be caught ogling you. I tried to keep walking at the same speed and the same direction, and I put my gaze properly back on the path I had chosen back to the elevators.

Once I was safely alone in the elevator, I finally permitted my imagination to run free. I was thinking about what might be beneath that satiny green fabric. As the elevator came to a halt on my floor, I was suddenly anxious about meeting someone in the hallway, because my cock was straining against my slacks. I was relieved to find the hallway empty between the elevator and my room. I had intended to go out and do more sight-seeing, but I put that plan on hold as I hurried down the hall. In my imagination now I was doing my best to reconstruct the complete image of you in the lounge chair. I remembered something sparkling on your belly, was it in your navel? Your bikini top had some rize escort sort of twist in it and was tight against your breasts — had I seen the outlines of nipples? As I was thinking this, I was disrobing. I stopped before my pants were off and had the presence of mind to put the “do not disturb” sign out on the door. Then I stripped naked and pulled the covers back from my bed. I had no pressing schedule to worry about, and I was planning to savor this.

I lay on my back and brushed my palms lightly along the length of my erect cock, willing myself not to go too fast. I my mind’s eye I considered what might lie beneath that emerald bikini, how wet it might be, how the texture would feel against my lips and tongue, what you might taste and smell like. I speculated about your sexual appetites and style; would you be aggressive, shy? Voracious? Yes, for the purposes of my fantasy, you would be voracious. Somewhere along the line I forgot all about my plan to take it slow, and the next thing you know, I was erupting all over my upper body, my face, and the fitted sheet. The cleaning maid was going to notice this for sure, I thought. Oh, well, let her have her little thrill. After a some time, I got up, showered and went out. Well, now you know.

Arielle: If only I had known this at the time. After my meal, I returned to the hotel as you now know. I lay on my bed and tried to read, but could not concentrate. I had many things to ponder and sort out in my mind so I was surprised to find myself thinking about you. After all, we had only looked at each other in a restaurant. The thing is, that momentary gaze had really captured my attention. I told myself to stop being silly. I would never see you again anyway.

I got up from the bed, discarded my useless book, and decided to get changed and lie out by the pool and top-up my tan. I undressed and found myself pausing in front of the mirror to look at my own body objectively. I had not really thought about sex for some time as I had been busy with work and my recent travels, but as I studied myself, I idly wondered what a new man, (you perhaps) would think of me. Would I seem attractive? My gaze started at my feet and gradually moved upwards. I saw small feet with subtly painted toes, long slim legs leading to a little strip of hair barely concealing neat pussy lips, decent hips, and above these a flat stomach and small firm breasts. I stopped myself, turned away from the mirror and made a grab for my bikini and a sarong, wishing myself to be more curvy and plump and feeling confused.

Once by the pool, I removed the sarong, put on my sunglasses, lay back in the sunshine, shut my eyes, and tried to relax and empty my mind. After a short time, I had the same uncanny feeling of being watched that I had experienced earlier. I did not move my head, but opened my eyes behind my dark glasses and saw you walking from the hotel lobby towards me. I am sure you were studying my body as you were walking. I suddenly felt quite vulnerable lying there in just my small bikini as you were fully clothed, but at the same time I found myself feeling very aroused. I did not indicate that I had seen you, but almost imperceptibly tilted my hips up towards my body to make the most of my very modest curves. I held my breath as for a moment I thought you had recognised me from earlier and might have come to say hello. I thought I must have been mistaken however, as you walked by purposefully heading towards the elevator.

Once you had disappeared from view, I took a deep breath and tried to make sense of what had just happened. You were clearly staying in the same hotel as me. Were you staying with a woman or on your own? Had you recognised me? I now know that you had done, but felt unsure at the time. Surprisingly, I found my mind drifting inappropriately. What would it be like to be kissed by you and let you run your tongue down my nearly naked body whilst you were fully clothed? I had not considered the concept of being ‘on display’ before, but found I liked the idea very much, and hoped that you had indeed noticed my slender body.

Andre: Whew! Looking back, it seems that sex was definitely in the air in that hotel. Maybe it was a full moon, or just the tropical climate — but I’ll tell you another secret: when I got back to my room, I let myself in, and I heard the squeaking of bedsprings from the other room, followed by the sound of scampering feet. and then Qairanee appeared in the doorway with the little cart she used for cleaning the rooms. She looked flustered as she said, “Excuse me, sir, I am just finishing up with the bedding.” Well, I’m sure that was the truth, judging by the intriguing aroma that lingered in the room after she left.

I guess I’m definitely busted after that stroll by the pool. And here I thought my glances were so furtive. Whatever you did with that tilting of the hips certainly ignited something in me. The funny thing is, we might never have met, were it not for the sakarya escort overcrowded restaurant at the hotel, and the waitress asking me whether I would mind sharing a table.

Arielle: You are right, it was against the odds that we did actually end up meeting. I hadn’t planned on eating out a second time in the same day, and certainly wasn’t going to go out alone in the evening in a strange city, but decided that I would feel safe enough in the hotel restaurant. I showered, combed out my curls, put on a light dress that fell above the knee and ventured downstairs.

The restaurant was not noisy, but was clearly very full. I scanned the room and could not see a free table, and was about to turn to leave when a waitress approached me with a smile of welcome. She asked if I was a guest at the hotel, and I explained that I was. She told me to wait for a moment, and went off to consult the table bookings, disappearing from view. When she returned, she apologised for keeping me waiting and asked if I would mind sharing a table, telling me that she had already checked with the table occupant who was happy to oblige. I nodded and thanked her, now just hoping to get a quick meal and leave as soon as possible.

“Follow me,” she said.

I was led past a number of tables towards the back of the restaurant, past a row of large ferns and potted palms which concealed the very back of the room where there were a few more tables. You were sitting looking at a menu at the furthest table in the corner and did not see me approaching. I knew before we even reached our destination that this was the table I was being directed towards as the rest were busy. My mouth went dry. I knew you had seen me in my bikini earlier on. I would be now expected to talk to you. Oh God, what if I made an idiot of myself? I took a deep breath as we approached and prepared myself for our introduction.

Andre: I remember that dress, and the momentary glimpse of your thighs. I was quite conflicted during the first few minutes of our encounter in that restaurant. I could tell right away, from your accent, that you were an Englishwoman. Mind you, I had never met an Englishwoman, but I had made the acquaintance of enough Australians and South Africans to be able to differentiate the accents. I grew up in the great bland expanses of the American midwest, and I had formed a notion in my mind of English women as being sexually exotic, if not downright kinky, because of little cultural tidbits I had encountered on the internet (such as “dogging.”) And I will admit that I was excited by this. But as we dined together, I found you to be well-spoken, cultured, and refined, and I felt inwardly embarrassed to think that only hours ago, I had been lying naked in my bed, bucking my hips and urgently stroking my cock as I imagined you in one scene after the other, each one lewder than its predecessor. Now you were a person, and not just a hot babe in a bikini that I had viewed from a distance.

Nevertheless, when you offered to share some wine, you may recall that I accepted without hesitation.

Arielle: I remember sitting down, fiddling with my bag for a moment to buy a bit of time, and then having to look at you properly for the first time. Close-up, you actually looked better than I had originally thought with your tall frame and dark hair. Your accent was pleasing and seemed exotic to me. You are right – I am well spoken, well educated, but not at all prim and proper on the inside. As I began to make small talk with you, my mind was drifting unhelpfully. I wondered as a dark haired man whether you had any chest hair, I wondered what you might do if I were to gently stroke your thigh under the table, I could not get the thought of you running your tongue down my nearly naked body out of my mind…

I pulled myself together, kept my thoughts to myself and continued to chat sensibly until the waitress arrived to take my order. I found myself spontaneously ordering a bottle of wine and asking if you would like to share it with me. You smiled immediately and said that you would enjoy that very much.

Andre: My goodness, if I had known all of what was going on in your mind, I probably would have been much bolder in my advances. As I recall, when we entered the elevator, there had no discussion of whether we would both be disembarking on the same floor, but that changed during the ride. There was an awkward silence when it started up, so I shyly leaned down to kiss you. The way you kissed me back almost made me cum in my pants. I remember that I allowed my hands to glide over your ass as we kissed, just barely touching you. I’m glad the elevator was antiquated and slow, because I enjoyed every moment of that. And when I think of how you finally seized my hand, guided it up under your dress and placed it upon the crotch of your panties — when I remember how wet they were — it causes my cock to spring to life even now, so that I have to take it out and samsun escort stroke it a little. Or maybe more than a little.

I have vivid memories of what we did when we got to your room, but I’d like to hear how you remember it, and what was going through your mind. Would you indulge me?

Arielle: Yes, that kiss. This all seems so unreal now. I am a sensible woman normally, but just desired you ever since you gazed at me for too long in the restaurant with your penetrating eyes. When you leaned down to kiss me tentatively, I kissed you back hard, nuzzled your neck, stroked your head, loved the feel of your large but gentle hands just brushing my bum. Something came over me. I wanted you to know how excited you had made me, and guided your hand to my crotch. You just let one finger explore under the soft lace for a moment, feeling my wet slippery pussy, then put the finger to your lips, tasting me. I think you were surprised at my boldness again when I pulled your whole body towards me to continue that kiss. I wanted to feel you press yourself against me. I wanted to know if you were as excited as I was…..It would seem you were.

The lift came to a stop at my floor. We looked at each other for just a moment before I reached for your hand and gestured for you to come with me. Once in my room, you kissed me again, and began to explore me with your hands. I stopped, pulled away, asked you to slowly undress me, look at me, make me desperate, not touch me yet. You shrugged, smiled, and carefully took hold of my dress and pulled it up and off over my head. I stepped out of my shoes, and stood in just a small pair of lacy knickers, enjoying your lustful stares. I asked you to undress. I wanted to look at you, desire you, and take a little time before letting myself go completely.

Andre: I was desperate to see your pussy. The little taste of it in the elevator had made me so hard that I couldn’t see straight. But I was willing to play along. I was happy to show you how hard I was, but all in due time. I remember that I kept my eyes on you as I unlaced my shoes, took off my socks, and unbuttoned my shirt. Your nipples were hard and looked oh, so inviting. I undid my belt and lowered my trousers. I noticed the polish on your toes — it seemed to be opalesque in color. There was a damp stain on your knickers, over that little bulge that had driven me to distraction down by the pool. Now I was only in my briefs, which could scarcely contain my straining cock. Your eyes were like saucers. I pulled the elastic band down a few inches, so that my cock sprang free. I didn’t know whether you wanted me to stroke it, but I couldn’t really help myself. I was trembling with excitement. I kept stroking myself, very slowly, as I eased my briefs to the floor with my other hand, and stepped out of them. But I don’t mean to interrupt — please continue.

Arielle: Indeed, I shall continue. My recollections of this part of our tale are still very vivid to me. I did not break eye contact with you as I keenly watched you undress. Neither of us said a word. When you finally released your hard cock, I had to stop myself from gasping out loud! Still maintaining eye contact, I slowly lowered my knickers and stepped out of them, lay back on the bed, and parted my legs so that you could see how wet I was and what a neat little cunt I have.

I slowly reached down, and touched myself, smearing my juices over my swollen clit, running my finger round in slow circles as I watched you stroke yourself. I could barely contain my excitement, and realised that I could cum very quickly just touching myself and watching you! I made myself stop therefore, put my hand by my side and looked at you, hoping that you would join me on the bed.

Andre: That’s funny, I made myself stop for the same reason. I could very easily have showered you with cum had I continued a few seconds longer. And I could see you beckoning to me, but I had to pause and kneel on the floor before the bed, so that I could adore your cunt for just a few moments. I was so excited to be finally seeing your clit up close, seeing your abundant wetness, and smelling your hot fragrance. It took a supreme effort not to devour you then and there, but I knew I would get my chance, so I rose and joined you on the bed.

Arielle: I was glad to take you into my arms and feel your bare skin against my own. I could so easily have let myself go, but wanted to take my time with you, wanted my own climax and yours to be colossal. We kissed once more, and as we kissed, I raised myself into a kneeling position whilst you were lying on your back, wanting to look at you some more and tease you, perhaps until you finally lost control.

I kissed each of your nipples, nuzzled your chest, licked your stomach, and slowly followed the lovely trail of dark hair down your navel towards your crotch. As my journey continued downward, I could feel your heart beating faster, hear your breathing quicken.

I paused, nearly reaching your cock and then bypassing it completely, kissing your legs, knees, running my tongue slowly up each thigh in turn. I could sense your frustration, your desire, and wondered how long you would endure this. I just brushed the tip of your cock with my tongue naughtily, then stopped and looked at you.

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On the evening of Wednesday the 15th of January, 1823, the Reverend Dr Thomas Quigley delivered a paper to the Royal Society. The title of his paper was On the Possibilities of Artificial Insemination as a Means to Improving the Quality of Rural Populations.

Dr Quigley was concerned that the quality of the breeding stock of many of Britain’s rural villages was declining at an alarming rate. Men and women who were both stupid and lazy were producing offspring of even lesser quality. Just as herds of sheep and cattle needed to be revitalised from time to time, Dr Quigley believed that village populations also needed an injection of fresh blood.

The answer, as outlined in Dr Quigley’s paper, would be a troupe of eager, fit, intelligent young men whose semen could be introduced into village women. As a man of the cloth, Dr Quigley could, of course, not countenance adultery. And suitable young men would be unlikely to want to marry the lazy, stupid, (and often ugly) women who needed what the chosen few had to offer. But artificial insemination? Now that might be an altogether different matter.

At almost the exact moment that Dr Quigley was stepping up to the podium to deliver his address, his daughter, Miss Emmeline Quigley, an aspiring novelist, who had accompanied her father to London, was admitting a man into the sitting room of their temporary accommodation in Covent Garden, just a short walk away from the Royal Society’s rooms.

‘Thank you for making yourself available at such short notice, Mr Cockman,’ she said.

‘The pleasure is entirely mine, Miss Quigley,’ the man said.

‘I believe Mrs Herbertson said that your fee will be half a guinea. Is that correct?’

‘It is, Miss,’ the man said. ‘I trust that that is acceptable.’

Miss Quigley went into the adjoining room and returned, almost immediately, with some coins. ‘Half a guinea,’ she said. ‘I shall put it here. On the sideboard.’

The man bowed slightly. ‘Thank you, Miss.’

‘Our time is somewhat limited,’ Miss Quigley said. ‘It would not be good if my father should return from his meeting at the Royal Society before we had completed our business. So I think that we should begin without delay.’ Miss Quigley picked up a notebook and a pencil, and rearranged one of the side chairs so that it was facing the man. ‘I think that I shall observe from here,’ she said. ‘And if you remain … well, where you are presently standing … I think that you will benefit from the light from the lamp.’

The man nodded.

Miss Quigley opened the notebook at a fresh page. ‘I shall be taking notes,’ she said, tapping her pencil on the notebook. ‘When I come to use the, umm, information, I wish to be as reliable a witness as possible. My characters may be fictional; but I want their actions to have a certain verisimilitude.’ And she smiled. ‘Now … I am ready when you are, sir.’

Mr Cockman looked to be about 30 years of age. Not too young. But by no means old. He was perhaps a little taller than average, with a pleasant countenance, and a handsome shock of dark brown hair. He had already removed his top hat and frock coat, and he was standing before Miss Quigley dressed in tan-coloured breeches, a white shirt (with exaggerated cuffs), a white cravat, urfa escort and a black waistcoat that barely reached to his waist.

With his eyes fixed firmly on Miss Quigley, he unbuttoned his breeches and slowly lowered them. He was not wearing any undergarments. It was as though everything had been designed to get to the object of Miss Quigley’s curiosity and inquiry with the least possible delay.

‘My word,’ Miss Quigley said. ‘It is … well … somewhat larger than I expected. If I am honest. My expectation – based on stone and marble statues, et cetera – was of something slightly smaller, something a little less … well … substantial.’

Mr Cockman nodded. ‘It may be a little in excess of average, Miss. Penises vary a good deal. Or so I am given to believe. Some men get by with but two or three inches in length overall. On the other hand, the prize fighter Black Jack Horntree was said to have a penis that exceeded ten-and-three-quarter inches when fully aroused. It must have been quite a sight.’

Miss Quigley nodded and wrote something in her notebook. ‘I am not in any way suggesting that your …’ she made a rolling motion with the forefinger of her right hand, ‘I am not suggesting that your … should be compared to that of a horse,’ she said. ‘But it is still …’ And she made another note in her notebook.

‘Shall I continue, Miss?’

Miss Quigley glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. ‘Yes. Thank you.’ But then she said: ‘However, perhaps – with your consent – I might first test its weight?’

‘By all means, Miss,’ the man said.

Miss Quigley stood up, placed her notebook and pencil on her chair, and moved to within a foot or so of the man. At first, she didn’t seem to be sure what to do next. But then she reached out and took the weight of his penis in the upturned fingers of her right hand. She tested its weight a couple of times and, almost immediately, the penis began to grow.

To say that Miss Quigley was alarmed would be to over-state her response. But she was a little surprised. ‘Oh! Is this normal?’ she asked.

‘Normal?’

‘I perceive that it just, well, grew. In every direction.’

‘In my experience, Miss Quigley, yes, that is totally normal.’

‘Oh. Good.’ And she nodded slightly. ‘Good.’

Miss Quigley allowed the ‘growing’ penis to revert to supporting its own weight and she returned to her chair. ‘Interesting,’ she said. ‘Yes. Interesting.’ And she made another note in her notebook.

‘Shall I precede, Miss?’

‘Oh, yes. Yes. Of course.’

Mr Cockman took his growing penis in the upturned fingers of his right hand, rather in the way in which Miss Quigley had. His right thumb he placed on top of his penis. And then he moved his whole hand towards his penis’s purple-pink helmet-shaped head.

Miss Quigley watched – carefully – and then made a further note in her notebook.

For the next minute or so, Mr Cockman continued to slide his hand up and down his gradually growing organ.

‘Your, umm, breathing …,’ Miss Quigley said, sounding just a touch concerned. ‘It is becoming noticeably shallower. Are you all right? Do you need me to get you something? Some water perhaps?’

‘Thank you, Miss. But sivas escort I am perfectly all right. It is just a normal part of what happens.’

Miss Quigley nodded and made yet another note in her notebook. ‘Are you sure that there is nothing I can do? Nothing that I can get you?’

For a moment or two the man said nothing. And then he said: ‘You could – if you wanted to, Miss – raise your skirt and let me gaze upon your parts.’

‘My parts?’ Miss Quigley said. ‘You mean my …?’ And she waved a hand in that region of her lap.

‘I do, Miss,’ the man said.

‘Oh?’ Miss Quigley frowned. ‘And what … will that achieve?’

‘Excitement, Miss.’

‘Excitement? How is that so, sir?’

‘What the eye sees, the cock does feel, Miss.’

‘The cock?’

Mr Cockman tapped his erect member with his forefinger.

‘Oh. Yes. Of course. The cock. Yes.’

‘Especially the stiff cock, Miss.’

Miss Quigley made a few more notes in her notebook. And then, still frowning slightly, she said: ‘But surely, the, umm, parts – that is to say even my, umm, parts – cannot be especially exciting.’

The man smiled. ‘I think that you will find, Miss, to a stiff cock, the parts of a member of the fairer sex can be very exciting.’

‘I see.’

For half a minute – perhaps longer – Miss Quigley made notes in her notebook, while her guest continued to slowly stroke his erect penis (of possibly greater than average dimensions). And then Miss Quigley put down her notebook and pencil, pulled her skirt up around her waist, lowered her drawers, and spread her thighs slightly.

‘Is this the sight that excites, sir?’

Mr Cockman smiled, nodded, and massaged the head of his penis with the ball of his thumb. ‘Almost perfect, Miss.’

‘Almost, sir? Pray tell how it could be more perfect.’

‘Perhaps if it was possible to view your, umm, entrance, Miss Quigley.’

Miss Quigley frowned. ‘My entrance, sir?’

‘Yes, Miss.’

Miss Quigley continued to frown, but, nevertheless, she spread her labia and exposed the entrance to her vagina. ‘Like this?’

‘Perfect, Miss.’

‘And can you explain why it is more perfect now that it was previously?’

‘Now, Miss, I can more easily imagine my cock entering into you.’

A look of surprise crossed Miss Quigley’s face. ‘Gracious,’ she said. ‘But surely, a, umm, cock (as you say) as big as yours could not enter such a small opening.’

‘I think you would be surprised, Miss.’

Miss Quigley frowned.

‘Perhaps I could demonstrate, Miss.’ And, before Miss Quigley could say anything, the man said: ‘Oh, not with my cock. No. With my fingers. May I?’

Miss Quigley continued to frown. ‘With your fingers?’

‘Yes, Miss.’

‘Well, I suppose that would be all right,’ she said. ‘What would you need me to do?’

‘Just slide forward a little on the chair.’

Miss Quigley did as she was bid.

‘And perhaps you could assume responsibility for the management of my cock – although, at this stage, not too vigorously.’ And then Mr Cockman positioned himself so that he had access to Miss Quigley’s quim and she had access to his throbbing cock.

Mr Cockman began by separating Miss tekirdağ escort Quigley’s labia, smearing the juices that were beginning to appear along the length of the valley from her little nubby clitoris almost all of the way to her puckered anus and then back again.

‘Oh!’ Miss Quigley exclaimed. ‘Oh! Gracious!’

After tracing the length of her increasingly-slippery valley six of seven times, Mr Cockman entered her warm and waiting vagina with his juice-slicked finger.

‘Oh, gracious, gracious!’ Miss Quigley exclaimed.

And then Mr Cockman allowed a second finger to join the first.

‘Oh, dear God in heaven!’ Miss Quigley said.

But Mr Cockman was not done. A third finger soon joined the other two. For a minute or so, Mr Cockman allowed his fingers to remain inside Miss Quigley while he massaged her now groundnut-sized clitoris with his thumb. And then he gently withdrew – keeping his three fingers together. With his other hand, he made an open circle with his thumb and forefinger, and then thrust the three glistening fingers that had so recently been inside Miss Quigley into the circle. ‘There,’ he said. ‘And I do believe that my cock will fit into that same space.’ And he demonstrated that it did. (Although, to be honest, it only just fitted.)

‘You are right, sir. I would not have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes. Quite remarkable!’

Mr Cockman smiled and resumed control of his rampant cock. He held the head just an inch or so away from the entrance to Miss Quigley’s vagina. ‘One thrust now,’ he said, ‘and my cock would be inside you.’

‘Then thrust, sir,’ Miss Quigley said. ‘Thrust, by all means.’

Mr Cockman eased forward.

‘Oh, oh, oh! Dear God in heaven!’ Miss Quigley exclaimed.

Mr Cockman let his cock rest without further movement deep inside Miss Quigley. But he worked her clitoris with his fingers and, in no time at all, she was shaking and shuddering and softly whimpering like a puppy.

‘Remarkable,’ Miss Quigley said, once she had managed to regain her composure. ‘Quite, quite remarkable.’

‘Indeed, Miss. But I believe that it was the actual spunking that you were desirous of observing,’ Mr Cockman said.

Miss Quigley smiled and nodded. ‘Oh, yes. Yes, of course. I had almost forgotten,’ she said.

Mr Cockman took his cock in hand once more and began to pump it with renewed vigour. ‘And now,’ he said, his breath beginning to desert him. ‘And now … Oh, yes. Fuck, yes.’ And ropes of silvery-white cum shot from his (perhaps larger than average) cock and fell upon Miss Quigley’s milky white thighs.

‘Yes,’ Miss Quigley said. ‘Yes. I think I shall be able to remember that. But I shall just make a few notes nevertheless.’

Half an hour later, when the Reverend Doctor Thomas Quigley returned and stepped into the sitting room to wish his daughter goodnight, Mr Cockman had gone.

‘Was your paper well received, Father?’ Miss Quigley enquired.

‘Umm … by some quarters,’ Dr Quigley said. ‘Yes. By some quarters. And how was your evening, Emmy? How did you occupy yourself?’

‘Research,’ Miss Quigley said. ‘I have arrived at the view that, even in fiction, it is important to get the facts right.’ And she formed her thumb and forefinger into a circle. ‘You might be surprised what can fit through an apparently small opening.’

Her father looked confused. ‘Well … umm … yes,’ he said. ‘But then … many things surprise me, Emmy. Perhaps I will … umm … wish you goodnight and God bless.’

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Introduction: After more than 20 years of marriage, hubby and I have looked for new ways to keep our sex life interesting and exciting. One of the things we have discovered about ourselves is that Nature (husband) finds that exposing Spread (wife) in public is quite stimulating. On the other hand, Spread finds it equally stimulating and exciting to be exposed to strangers, especially when it means agreeing to one of her hubby’s lunatic ideas or challenges. Our stories are all true, and we have provided both of our personal observations, feelings, and thoughts for each adventure. The following is one of our stories.

Nature: Taking the dog for a hike along a well beaten, yet isolated trail near our home, I was struck with the idea of doing a photo-session with my wife, Spread. I imagined stranding her under a tree near this trail by tying her wrists with a rope, and looping the rope over an elevated branch. I visualized taking photos of her in various stages of undress until she was completely naked and helpless. Adding to the adventure was this particular location. While the trail was fairly well used, I could take half a dozen hikes on different days and never come across another hiker. So I felt that the chances of being surprised by a stranger were certainly present, but unlikely to happen. To me, these kinds of circumstances are my favorite – leaving open only a slim chance that our antics will be discovered.

Spread: It was over coffee on a Saturday morning that my husband, Nature, decided to talk me into one of his kinky ideas about a photo shoot near a hiking trail that we both frequented. Hubby loves to photograph me naked whenever he has the opportunity, so I was not surprised by his idea. What did surprise me was his desire to tie my arms up over my head, leaving me completely at his mercy. We had done some light bondage in the past, but always in the privacy of our home. Doing something like this in public was a bit scary to me; but on the other hand, I could feel a twinge of excitement over the prospect. That said, I agreed to hubby’s idea, and we decided to make our adventure happen that same afternoon. Hubby wanted to time it so the sun would be just above the horizon.

Nature: As anticipated, Spread was totally up to my idea, although she seemed nervous about the whole bondage thing, and being so close to the trail. As we headed out of the house that afternoon, I reassured her that I would find a tree that was not immediately adjacent to the trail, and that I would be right there to cut the rope loose if necessary.

Spread: I had decided to put on a pair of tight-fitting cutoff shorts and a tube top for this adventure. I knew hubby really liked this particular top because I never wore a bra underneath, and the shadow of my areolas and nipples really stood out in the right light. He would break out in a grin every time some stranger passed us, knowing that the guy was checking out my titties.

Nature: The drive out to the trailhead only took about 15 minutes, and I was pleased to see that there were no other cars parked there. This was a good indication that we would have the trail to ourselves. Of course, I knew that this could change, but at least we could assume that no one else was already down the trail ahead of us. Heading off down the trail, an easy hike that took us through some wooded areas, dotted by small grassy meadows, I was excited to see that Spread’s nipples were standing at attention, indicating she was already getting excited about our adventure.

Spread: We had hiked in to our destination in what seemed to me like only a few minutes, but hubby pointed out that we were at least a mile in from the trailhead. He pointed out the tree he wanted to use, which mersin escort was on the far side of a small meadow, about 50 yards from the trail. As we left to cross the tall grassy field, I started to get a little scared about what we were about to do. I didn’t mind posing naked, but to be tied to a tree….I was really having second thoughts.

Nature: Once we got to the tree I had selected, I could tell Spread was nervous. Trying to reassure her, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her full on the lips. Reaching down, I grabbed her ass and pulled her into my hips. I could already feel an erection starting to build, and I’m sure she could tell I was getting aroused. I told her that I had an idea that might calm her down a bit. Reaching into my daypack, I pulled out a bottle of chardonnay and a couple of cups. Together, we sat in the tall grass and sipped our wine. I made a point of brushing her breasts with my hand or arm every time I leaned over to give her a kiss. In no time at all, I could tell Spread was ready to start the photo session.

Spread: The wine gave me the added courage I needed to move forward with our adventure. I could feel that lovely flushed feeling one gets as alcohol begins to absorb into the body. After tossing back the last half of my second glass of wine, I told hubby I was ready to get started. I love to watch Nature when he starts to execute one of his zany plans, and this afternoon was no exception. He gets this look in his eyes that I can’t describe, but I can tell he is amping up. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a coil of cotton rope. First, he wound the rope around my right wrist about six times – I noticed it was not too tight, but virtually impossible for me to slip the rope off my wrist. I started to wonder how hubby had learned this particular trick.

Nature: After securing one end of the rope to Spread’s wrist, I made a few loops over her other wrist, then tied both wrists together. Then I tossed the coil over a tree limb that hung about five feet above her head. As the rope cascaded down from the limb, I tugged on it, drawing Spread’s arms up over her head. I didn’t crank on the rope, but her hands and arms were definitely immobilized when I was through. I took the end of the rope and fastened it to another branch, then stepped back to examine my handiwork.

Spread: I could feel the blood slowly draining from my hands, as I watched hubby tie the rope off to the tree. Almost immediately, he grabbed his camera and began clicking off shots. I pretended to look scared and turned on at the same time, which hubby said was perfect. As he stepped close to me and pulled my tube top down to expose my c-cup titties, I glanced over towards the trail to make sure we were still alone. As he stepped back to take more pics, I could feel the warmth of the afternoon sun on my chest. My nipples had been hard ever since getting out of the car, but they were engorged now.

Nature: After capturing a few pics of Spread hanging there topless, I moved forward to pull her shorts off. Kissing her as I tugged at the button and zipper of her cutoff jeans, I could tell she was really getting into it as her tongue probed deep inside my mouth. With a little bit of wiggle help from Spread, I managed to pull her tight shorts over her hips, letting them fall to her ankles. Next, I slid her tube top over her hips and let them join her shorts on the ground. I left her little sports panties in place as I stepped back to snap off a few more photos. Spread kept making these cool faces as though she was being held captive by some stranger – which made the experience for me all the better. By now, I had a full erection going on, and I was tempted muğla escort to untie her and bed her down at that very moment.

Spread: After Nature had taken a few pics with my shorts and shirt dangling at my ankles; I stepped out of both garments, and kicked them off to the side. I felt quite exposed standing there in just my white panties in this very public place. The thought that someone, anyone, could walk down that trail and see me standing there was incredibly exciting, albeit a bit unnerving. I could feel the juices from my pussy soaking through my panties.

Nature: Finally, it was time to lose the panties. I quickly moved to slip Spread’s panties off and leave her completely exposed. Her neatly trimmed red-haired bush seemed to glisten in the contrasting light of the late afternoon sun. Spread has a body that I find as attractive today as I did the day I married her. She has had two kids, so maybe she is not as sculpted as she once was, but she is still fine. Standing about 5’8″, she has a pretty hourglass figure still, with a little more weight on her hips than at age 20. Her titties are a perfect 36C, and still pretty damned perky. As I stepped back to snap off a few pictures, it donned on me that I needed one special prop to make this scene perfect.

Spread: Standing under that tree, arms suspended above my head leaving me completely exposed and helpless, I was exhilarated. The fear of getting caught was ever present, and I kept a vigilant watch for any movement on the trail. All the while though, I could feel my juices trickling down the inside of my bare thighs, as if begging to be taken. I watched hubby pull out a handkerchief from his backpack, and wondered what he was up to now. He stepped around behind me, asking if it would be ok if he used the kerchief as a gag. He said it would add more realism to the scene. At this point I figured it didn’t matter, so I consented.

Nature: I drew the kerchief through Spread’s open mouth, and tied it off behind her head. The scene was perfect, as I stepped back to take a few more pics. After a moment, I decided that I needed to move farther away from Spread so I could better capture the scene. I wanted to make my way back to the trail so I could photograph what it might look like to a stranger walking by. After reassuring her that it would be ok, and that I would only be a moment’s dash away, I started moving back across the little meadow.

Spread: As I watched Nature getting farther and farther away, I could feel my anxiety and excitement grow. My arms were numb from being suspended for so long, and I could feel that my pussy juices were still pouring down my leg. With the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t call out to him, especially when to my horror, I saw a lone bicyclist appear on the trail behind him.

Nature: At first, I didn’t realize that we were no longer alone. I wasn’t so far away that I couldn’t help but notice Spread seemed to focus her attention to something behind me. When I turned around, I saw a bicyclist coasting down the trail, obviously eying what we were doing. At this point, I was more than half way to the trail, so I started to make my way over to the bicyclist, who by now, had stopped and was standing their straddling his bike.

Spread: I watched helplessly as Nature walked over to this stranger and seemed to engage him in conversation. He was too far away to recognize, but I could tell he was focused on watching me, as I dangled gagged and naked beneath the tree. I couldn’t figure out why hubby kept talking with this guy, and why he wasn’t letting him move on down the trail. Imagine how I felt when I saw the man set his bike down, and start walking with hubby across the meadow towards nevşehir escort me.

Nature: The cyclist was clearly in his late 60’s, and at first expressed concern that everything was ok. I assured him that Spread and I were married, and that we were just fulfilling a little role-play fantasy. He laughed, and told me how he and his now deceased wife used to do similar things years before. I was shocked when this older gentlemen suggested that I allow him to approach my wife and take a photo or two. But after a moment I figured, the guy seemed harmless, and I could see he was already sporting a bulge in his pants as he watched Spread standing naked across the meadow. I told him I didn’t mind, especially if he didn’t mind me photographing him photographing Spread. My concern that Spread would be angry with me was quickly over turned by the thought of watching this old guy photograph my naked and helpless wife.

Spread: As the two approached me, my emotions turned first to embarrassment, then to anger at Nature. How could he allow this stranger to approach me in such an exposed state? We had never gone this far in our exhibitionist adventures. The stranger, an older guy, came to within about 30 feet of me when he stopped and pulled out his cell phone. For a moment, I thought he was going to call a friend and tell them of his fortune, which caused me to chuckle a bit to myself. But when he started to aim the phone at me, I realized exactly what he was going to do. When I looked over at Nature, expecting him to step up and stop the guy from taking pictures, I was shocked to see him taking pictures of the guy photographing me. What I was really shocked about though, was that I was feeling more and more turned on with each new moment. The thought of being so exposed to a stranger was suddenly less scary, and more and more erotic to me.

Nature: I could tell Spread was pissed off at me as soon as I got close enough to see the reaction in her eyes. But, as I had anticipated, my kinky little wife quickly seemed to change from being angry, to really getting into what was happening. The old guy kept his distance, and never said a word to her until he was done. Before turning to leave, he simply said, “thanks hun, you made my day.” After shaking my hand, he headed off back to his bike.

Spread: Nature waited until the old guy had pedaled out of view down the trail before untying me, and letting my arms fall to the side. I had absolutely no feelings left in my arm, other than the feel of blood rushing back to my hands and fingers. I was so horny at the moment, I didn’t care about the throbbing in my arms, all I wanted to do was feel hubby inside me. He wasted no time in shedding his own clothes and bedding me down in the grass. I was SO ready for him that I must have cum within a minute of feeling his cock glide into my soaking wet pussy. We made passionate love in that meadow, leaving only after the sun was down, and the light of day turned gray. The excitement of today’s experience kept me horny for days, as I wondered if I would be seeing myself posted on some public website when the stranger downloaded his cell phone pics. Although I was horrified at the thought of being posted on the net – that I may be identified by friends or family – the idea that some stranger had that capability was equally exciting.

Nature: For days after our little adventure, I could tell Spread remained amped up. She would grind on my cock every morning when I awoke, and almost knock me down as soon as I stepped into the house after work. Of course, this only caused me to begin considering how I could replicate, or improve upon the adventure. Always in the past, Spread’s exposures in public were “accidental”, and fleeting. This time though, some stranger had thoroughly examined my wife’s naked body – photographed her, and left us both with the thoughts that she could be exposed on the internet some time in the future by this man. All of this merely caused me to start planning our next exhibitionist adventure.

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I was getting out of the shower when I realized you were back from the store, since we were on vacation I wondered what you were up to. You came into the bathroom as I was drying off saying “I picked out your clothes I want you to wear tonight when I take you out.” I just smiled, no big deal sometimes when it was a surprise you would pick things out so I didn’t have a tantrum about not knowing where we were going or what to wear. I finished drying off and went into the bedroom to see what you had picked. Laying on the bed was a loose fitting spaghetti strapped tank top in white, next to it was a skirt in black.

“Only wear what’s on the bed, nothing else” you called from the other room.

Wait a minute, I thought to myself a top and a skirt, where in the hell is the rest of it. OK, so maybe we are just going for a drive, no way would he let me wear this in public. I put on the top, it was very loose. No bending over, I thought to myself or I am going to really be falling out and is this see through? Next the skirt, OK now this is really short, definitely no bending over, I hope it isn’t breezy this thing will fly up. Just a drive, no way is he letting me walk around in this. I slipped my feet into the little sandals I had been wearing for most of our vacation.

I went out to where you were waiting for me in the other room, you smiling a cocky smile at me. “Cute outfit you picked for me. Are we just going for a drive?”

“Just dinner, something easy” you said smiling a little bigger. Now he’s teasing me, I think to myself. Always ready to follow your lead I smile back and say “OK then I am ready to go.”

Walking out the door the breeze caught the bottom of the skirt lifting it up. Seeing it happen you smacked my ass on the way out the door. I just looked back at you and laughed. Climbing into the rental car the skirt flipped up again, I slid my hands down to smooth it out in case anyone was looking. You just gave a little laugh.

“So, where are we going?” I ask you. You just look over at me and smile. The wind coming in from the windows had my skirt lifting higher up.

You look over and tell me to put one finger in my pussy so you can have a quick kütahya escort taste. As I am sliding the first finger in, you tell me to add two more, never one to question I slide them in as we pull up to red light. You look over next to the truck next to us and notice the man driving can see in and is watching me finger my pussy. He glances over to you and smile up at him, telling me to lean back and keep my fingers deep inside me. I close my eyes and lean back. It feels so good I tell you and ask you if you want your taste yet.

“No, not yet” you answer me, driving again now that the light change. You give a slight laugh seeing the truck that was next to us is still sitting there in the turn lane.

“Make sure you go slow, I don’t want you to cum.” Hearing this I give a little whimper, slipping my thumb over my wet clit. We come up to the next intersection as the light is just turning red.

“Now I want my taste” you tell me. I sit up and kneel in the seat leaning over to you. You tell me to suck on one finger and kiss you and let you taste it off of my tongue. I swirl my tongue around in your mouth. I feel the breeze on my ass and look back behind me and notice we are drawing attention, I quickly sit down.

“You still two more fingers to go and I want them.” I reach across and let you suck on them. I love the way you suck on my fingers and gently bite the tips letting them go from your mouth.

I settle back in my seat and ask you again where we are going. You tell me not much longer and to relax. You found this place while you were out earlier.

We pulled into the parking lot of this little bar & grill. “You know this looks a lot like a biker bar to me” I say.

“It’s not really, just a little hole in the wall. Nice and quiet besides I hear their drinks are cold and the food is good. Trust me.” I look at you closely and get out of the car. We start to walk in, my skirt keeps flipping up I reach my hands down to hold it in place, you smile reach out and grab my hand and tell me to just let it go it isn’t working. We walk in holding hands, I glance around seeing there are only a handful of people, they don’t manisa escort even notice us. Perfect, I think to myself, knowing how I look at the moment, my hair a little wild from the ride over and my nipples hard. We sit down in a corner booth and you order us a couple drinks, as neither of us are really hungry.

You spot a pool table in the back room and ask me if I am up for a game. I look down at myself and look up at you and say “Are you sure?”.

“Sure, we’ll even make it interesting,” you say smiling just a little.

“Ok, what bet are you making tonight?” I respond laughing.

“Well…. How about if you win you get my tongue all night and you don’t have to do a thing but enjoy it.”

I smile excitedly, feeling my pussy get a little wetter. “OK and if I lose?”

You give me a sheepish smile and say “Well…. Then I get to bend you over the pool table and fuck you hard.”

My eyes spring open wide, my wetness starting to come down onto my thighs “But, there are people here, they will see!” I say shocked and excited.

You just laugh and pull me up out of the chair, saying “Scared you’ll lose?”. Never one to run from a challenge I come with you to the back.

“You break” I say. As you go to break I reach out and start to rub your ass, squeezing it a little, not a very good break but not terrible either. You look back at me shake your head and laugh.

I lean over for my shot, since you left me more then enough easy shots with that break, and I see you looking down the front of the top you picked out for me, smiling at seeing my naked breasts and all the way down to my bellybutton. Blushing a little, knowing I am getting wetter by the minute, I take my shot and sink the ball.

Smiling, I look to see where I can make my next easy shot. I walk in front of you and lean over and smile, knowing you are getting a nice view of my dripping pussy and part of my ass, I line up my next shot. As I go to take my shot, you take your pool cue and run it across my dripping pussy slowly. I gasp, “Hey! No fair.” You just laugh and say “Take your shot.” I give you a look, not really meaning it and lean back down with mardin escort a slight smile on my lips. I line up my shot and feel your cue again this time pressing against my clit, knowing that you aren’t going to move it this time, I barely make my second shot sinking the ball.

I look back at you and say “Oh this is going to be too easy,” laughing. I scan the table again, moving over just a little. I lean over and line up my next shot, just as I go to take it, I feel you pressing your cue against my pussy opening, slipping it partly in. I jerk up surprised and sank the eight ball in the pocket.

“Hey! That doesn’t count, you cheated!” I say to you.

You smile and moving closer to me, not taking your eyes off of mine. “Oh yes, it does. I won, you lose. Now it’s time to pay up.”

You back me up against the pool table and start kissing me, nipping at my bottom lip. My skirt is being pulled up and I am whimpering with need. My pussy is dripping wet, I feel it running down my thighs. I start to rub against you, wrapping my arms around you, I can feel your hard cock through your jeans.

I pull back “Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“You will do this!” you respond whipping me around pushing me to lean over the table. I start to protest as I feel you ram your hard cock into me. My tits spill out of my top from the force you coming inside of me. I close my eyes and bite my lip drawing a little blood, trying not to scream out from the pleasure and pain of it. In a distant part of my brain I know we are starting to draw attention but I don’t care. I feel you so deep inside me as you are ramming your cock into me, grabbing me by my hair with one hand and shoving two of your fingers from the other in my ass. I scream out, I can’t hold back, you are fucking me so hard in front of all these people.

I can feel my orgasm start to come on and you start fucking me even harder, telling me to Hurry up and cum because you are close.

“Cum Now” you yell. I scream out from the force of my orgasm, feeling you cum right along with me. Everyone in the bar is now watching us enthralled by what they are seeing.

I wake up in the seat of the car, disoriented, and my clothing put back together. “What the hell” I say.

“You OK?” you ask me “You passed out and missed your standing ovation.”

My jaw drops in shock of what we did and you start laughing, taking me back to the cabin for some rest before we continue the rest of our evening.

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“Hold the door,” a woman’s voice yelled out as the elevator doors closed.

I was tired. It was the end of the week, a crappy week at work, and I just wanted to get to my condo and lock the world out. I did not want to wait for anything. Social convention, though, made me push the open button and slide my hand through the door.

“Thank you,” the young blond gushed, as she led a man with curly dark brown hair, a shirt open at the neck, and a pair of tight, faded jeans. She looked familiar, but I had just moved into my place two months ago and I still did not know all of the residents. He threw himself against the back wall and pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. I punched my floor. They ignored me.

I like sex and intimacy as much as anyone. Actually, I love sex, but for some reason I just don’t enjoy watching others. I’ve watched a porn movie or two with boyfriends in the past, but part of me just doesn’t get it. “I can do that,” I think, and it would be a lot more fun if it was me and not them. The guy had his hands all over the woman, on her ass, rubbing her back, and she kissed him back as she was thrusting her pelvis against his leg. She moaned. Loudly.

The door opened and I stepped out, expecting them to allow the door to close and the elevator to sit until called. She suddenly broke her lip lock on him and led him from the elevator. I turned to the right and they followed me. I stopped at my door and they walked past me and stopped next door and opened the door.

My cat Gizmo greeted me at the door, weaving between my legs as he purred. I scratched his head, he purred louder, and I fed him. After changing into a pair of sleep pants and an oversized Tee shirt, I poured a glass of wine and started dinner. After two glasses of wine, the cat was asleep on the couch, dinner was ready, and the stress of the week was starting to become a memory.

It was a very nice May night and I decided to eat on my balcony. I poured another glass of wine, put my pasta, salad, and bread kuşadası escort on a tray and walked out to the balcony. I sat down, and looked over the wooded area while sipping my wine. The stress was leaving me.

It started with a giggle, soft at first, then louder. Maybe it was the wine, but it took me a minute to locate the sounds. I looked to my left and on the next door balcony I saw my elevator companions on their patio, standing, kissing, and their hands groping and feeling each other. The woman would giggle and the guy gave out a guttural moan. Their balcony was illuminated with several candles which back lit them and case fluttering shadows on them and the walls around them.

Part of me wanted to go back inside. But I was tired. And hungry. And it was a nice night. I sat on my dark balcony, partially hidden by a vine growing on a trellis. I could try to ignore them while I ate dinner. My pasta with pesto and a red sauce was fabulous with the fresh French bread and the over indulgence of butter. I finished my third glass of wine and went back for another. I sat down, looking out at the clear sky, the early night stars slowly appearing over the horizon. All was right with the world.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it, right there, right there, a little higher, that’s it.”

I looked over and saw the woman sitting in a chair, her naked legs extending up and the guy’s head buried in her pussy. She had her hands on his head, pulling him into her as she gave directions and he eagerly followed them. He was obviously a good listener, because after a few more minutes she started to moan, almost a wail, and she thrust her hips into his face as she came.

I sat in my chair, transfixed by the actions fifteen feet away from me. In the dusk, and without any light on my balcony or in the condo, I was invisible to them. Or if I wasn’t, they did not mind if they had an audience.

The woman stood up and pushy the man against the railing of the balcony and kneeled in front kocaeli escort of him. She was naked from the waist down, and she undid his pants and they dropped to his ankles. She took his cock in her hands and kissed the head.

“What do you want,” she asked, her voice husky.

“Suck it,” he said. His voice was low.

“What?” she said and I could see her stroking it. The light was low, but I could see enough to tell that he had a huge cock.

“Suck it!” He put his hand behind her head, grabbed his cock, and fed it into her mouth.

She put both hands on his ass cheeks and started sucking him, slowly at first, and then gradually faster, sliding that cock in and out of her mouth. He moaned, softly at first, then louder, sometimes gripping the hand rail and at other times directing her tempo with them on her head.

My own pussy was starting to tingle. Watching them was the most erotic thing I had seen. I had watched myself having sex in mirrors, but this was different and better (except I was not involved in the fun). I slid my hand down my belly and to my pussy, my fingers quickly finding my clit. I brought my fingers to my mouth and spit on them and returned them to my clit, rubbing the spit on my clit. I started around my clit, brushing against it slowly at first, and then started rubbing it quickly as I stared at the couple on the next balcony. I found myself altering the pace of rubbing my clit in rhythm with her strokes on his cock. My left hand rose to my chest and I started to pinch my right nipple between my fingers as my fingers rubbed my hard clit.

“That’s it, faster, suck me faster,” he said, his words louder and more urgent. “I’m going to cum.”

He took his hand and started to stroke his cock hard, holding it to her lips, and I thought filling her mouth with his cum. As he started to cum, so did I, harder than usual, and faster, starting as sweet warmth deep in my pussy and spreading out into my belly. I watched him jerk his cock, her konya escort head tipped back as the cum spurted into her mouth, and I rubbed my clit more and a shock of electricity shot up my spine and into my legs. I collapsed into my seat, my hands tingling pleasantly.

I watched the couple as she stood and kissed him. They stood there for several minutes, kissing, and touching, and making happy sounds. Darkness had descended and the candles seemed brighter on their balcony. She reached down and took his cock in her hand and started stroking him. When he was hard, she led him, as she walked backward, to the chaise. She turned and knelt on the chaise and the man stood behind her. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her from behind her.

“Fuck. My. Cunt,” she groaned as he held her by the hips. They were both grunting and moaning, their sounds and voices seemingly amplified off the balcony and the darkness that engulfed us.

It was getting to me again, and I slipped my hands into my pants, my fingers drawn to my clit. I slipped my finger into my pussy, getting it slick with my juices and smearing it all over my clit. I started rubbing myself again, the joy and pleasure soon engulfing my pussy. I varied my movements, faster when he thrust faster, and slower when he took a rest, but always keeping my fingers on my clit, pushing against it.

“That’s it. Now. Cum in me. Now,” she said, urging him to cum.

He seemed to thrust harder into her, as my fingers blurred on my clit. I watched them, staring at that junction where his cock slid into her, his hips rhythmically pulsing, my fingers stroking me until a burning sensation rose in me and the wave spread over me, my stomach, my chest, a flush across my face and stealing my breath for a moment as he leaned into her sending his cum into her cunt as she had commanded him.

She collapsed onto the chaise, he on top of her, and I into my chair, all of us spent. All of us satisfied. Their balcony was quiet for a moment, then she giggled, swung her legs around and she stood, tossing her curly blond hair over her shoulder. She leaned over and whispered something into his ear and stepped away and walked into their condo. The man stood, naked, and stretched for a moment. He looked at my direction and waved and disappeared into the condo.

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Author’s Preamble: This story has a strong girl-on-girl theme with a first-time aspect, but it’s primarily about unintended voyeurism. Happy reading!

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Corinne let out a sigh as she pulled her bag into the hotel room. It hadn’t been a particularly long travel day, but for some reason the people, the noise, the crowding, had been unusually bothersome to her. She kicked off her heels as she walked and shed her business jacket. Abandoning the bag at the halfway point, she flopped onto the bed and luxuriated in the coolness of the bedspread.

For several minutes she lay there with her eyes closed, and may have even catnapped. She wasn’t sure, but when she opened her eyes again she had built back some of her energy reserve. Lying in the quiet of the room, her fingers moved into her hips, began to touch. No husband, no kids … maybe she’d have a quiet evening in the hotel room enjoying herself. She smiled slyly.

Not quite yet, though. She had things to do. She rose from the bed, rosy with her plans, and retrieved the bag from where it stoically waited. She would be here all week in business meetings, so it required unpacking and hanging everything up. No living out of a suitcase this week.

The first thing she did, though, was to find her lounging shorts and t-shirt. She set aside her jewelry, then pulled off her skirt and blouse. The bra was next, leaving her only in panties. Glancing in the room’s full-length mirror, she stopped for a moment and inspected herself. While she could certainly nitpick, she liked what she saw. She worked hard at keeping in shape, and a woman of 37 with two kids rarely had such a flat stomach and toned legs. She playfully danced for a moment with her reflection, elated that she would have a quiet week to herself.

She donned the t-shirt and shorts, remaining barefoot and braless. After the cacophony of the day, it was going to be a room service night.

She hung up her various business outfits, put her underwear and other small items in the drawer, and found places for her shoes, her business papers, and other sundries. Her work for the night done, she walked over to the window and opened the curtains to survey her temporary empire.

It wasn’t a fancy high-rise hotel, but rather was a nondescript chain hotel in a nondescript suburb. She didn’t expect much from the view, and she was right. To her left, she was looking over the hotel parking lot. Beyond the parking area was a vacant field that would undoubtedly someday hold an Applebee’s or a Verizon store.

To her right was, at an oblique angle, a large wall of windows. The hotel was an L shape, and her room was on the inside of the L, close to the central elevator. She could see the windows of the other wing, and nearly all were dark on a Sunday evening. It was going to be a quiet week in the suburbs.

Movement caught her eye. Glancing down, she saw a light below and on the right. She was on the fourth floor, so the rooms on the other wing’s third floor were somewhat exposed to her. Most were dark, but the closest room to hers, one floor down and only 30 feet or so away, was lit and the curtains were open. The angle was such that she could see much of the room, and a woman was inside.

Like herself, the woman was near the window, but she was facing into the room. She was built somewhat like Corinne, but a brunette version, perhaps a little taller and more lean. She had a sleek mane of long hair and nice curves, with narrower hips and probably more of a C cup figure compared to Corinne’s full D’s.

Also like Corinne, the woman appeared to be ready to relax for the night. She was unbuttoning a nice blouse that was tucked into a very tight and flattering pencil skirt. Propriety said that Corinne should look away, but since she was at the woman’s back, she gave in to temptation and watched. The woman shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, and revealed a gorgeous royal blue bra, lacy and expensive. It looked more like lingerie than a support garment.

A separate movement now caught Corinne’s eye. There was someone else in the room, further inside. A man was moving into view now. He was older, probably in his forties, whereas the woman looked to be in her early thirties. He too was admiring the woman’s bra.

She slid off her skirt with a shimmy of the hips to reveal matching royal blue panties, very small and very fancy. It suddenly occurred to Corinne that this woman wasn’t just changing clothes, but rather was removing them. Her eyes widened. She stepped back just a bit in case the man looked up.

The woman did a pirouette for the man, and unknowingly for Corinne as well. She was a stunner, beautiful bone structure and facial features with a perfect body. The man must have money to have a wife like that, 15 years younger and gorgeous. He was good looking himself, but not in her league at all. He began removing his clothes as well.

Corinne’s breath caught as she realized what was about to happen. Glancing over, she could see the couple’s bed kahramanmaraş escort easily.

She internally argued. She should leave them to their peace, step back inside and mind her own business. But she was minding her own business, right? She was just looking out her window. There was nothing wrong with a woman looking out her window. And she had never seen two live people having sex before.

The man was now completely naked, and he was ready for sex. Corinne could easily see his erect penis pointing at the woman. The woman, still clad in her lingerie underwear, approached him and they had a long kiss. His hands initially wrapped around her lower back, then moved down to her ass. She diplomatically pulled them back up, making Corinne giggle.

Then the woman separated slightly, putting a finger to the man’s chest. Pushing him backward with a finger’s worth of force, she guided him to the bed and had him sit down. Kneeling down between his legs, she smiled seductively at him, then lowered her head.

Corinne gasped. She had never seen live sex, and certainly had never seen live oral sex. The beautiful brunette slowly took the man’s cock head into her mouth, and his eyes rolled back. She took more of him into her mouth, then backed off and began kissing it, licking it, pushing his knees apart to lean in even further.

He was loving it, and so was Corinne. She could feel her nipples hardening, and looked down to see them clearly poking through her thin t-shirt.

For several minutes the woman worked orally, then broke off. Standing up, still wedged between the man’s knees, she unsnapped the royal blue bra and slid it off. Her breasts were magnificent, and clearly didn’t need the support of a bra. They stood proud on her chest, topped with dark pink areolas that were large and succulent and perfectly tilted upward. Even at her distance, Corinne could see the woman’s long, erect nipples, and the man was enraptured with them. He immediately brought his hands up, then his mouth, to pinch them and play with them and suck on them, and the woman stopped her activities momentarily to allow him to play. Corinne was mesmerized by the interplay between his active play and her stoic stance, as she allowed him unfettered access to her treasures.

He seemed quite content to play with them forever, so eventually she gently forced him off. She bent over and removed her panties, and her ass was perfect. Slim yet curvy, perfect symmetric globes that were simultaneously soft looking and firm, they held up well to the man’s groping. Corinne desperately hoped that the woman would turn just a bit so she could see the front, but the man was not allowing that, his hands clamped in her hips and ass.

Corinne’s hand dipped into her shorts.

The brunette slowly pushed the man backwards until he got the hint. He moved up on the bed and lay on his back, his erect penis standing at attention, and the woman climbed on top of him. Positioning herself, she slowly lowered her body as the man’s penis disappeared from view within her hips. Corinne’s mouth gaped as the woman began slowly rising and lowering herself, clearly riding the man’s cock. She had never before witnessed such a thing.

Corinne’s hand inside her shorts began strumming her clit. She couldn’t believe this. She wondered if anyone else could see the amorous couple, but given the angle she decided that she was the only one. Hers was the only room that likely had the proper height and angle to see this scene.

The woman rode him for several minutes, her breasts bobbing as he played with them. Then suddenly he was moving her, twisting, and she rolled off of him. Down on her back she went, and her legs rose and spread. Corinne got a distant but perfect view of the woman’s vulva, shaved but for a narrow dark landing strip. She was too far away to see detail, but could see a wide swath of light pink within dark pink, indicating that the woman must have thick outer lips.

The man was now on top of her, entering her, thrusting. The two of them melded into one spastic mass, moving, thrusting, shaking. Corinne concentrated her gaze at their meeting spot, and could vaguely see a shiny penis appearing and disappearing with regularity.

She moved her gaze up to watch the woman’s breasts oscillate with the rhythm, and –

Oh, god!

The woman was looking directly at her! Corinne leapt backwards, out of view. No, no, no, that did not happen. She got caught! Would the woman complain? Would the police get called? Would…

Or did she get caught?

Maybe the woman had merely turned her head for a moment. Maybe her eyes had been closed. Common sense said that it would be hard for her to notice a woman in another window while she had a man thrusting inside of her. Maybe it was just a coincidence of angles.

She should check. Were they still having sex? Was the woman on the phone to the police? Corinne envisioned herself being handcuffed, being taken to jail, kastamonu escort being labeled as a sex offender. She had to know what was happening so she could know whether she needed to concoct a cover story.

Moving very slowly forward, Corinne stood directly at the curtain, then peeked as little of her head as possible past it, just enough for one eye to get a view.

The woman was still on the bed, still being fucked.

Sighing with relief, Corinne knew that she should take that win and step away, but she couldn’t. Now more stealthy, she continued to watch with one eye. It was over within minutes. The man eventually collapsed onto the woman and she stroked his head as he rested, her long legs still splayed wide around him. Had the woman cum, too, Corinne wondered?

There was little afterplay. The man rose and stepped away, and the couple began dressing. Corinne waited until they were both in their underwear again before she stepped away from the window.

By the time Corinne made it to her bed, her shorts and t-shirt and panties were still floating to the ground. She lay down, spread her legs, and thought about what she had just seen. She fantasized about being the woman in that situation, about the fancy lingerie, about kneeling between a man’s legs and enveloping his cock with her mouth. And against her will, she also thought about the woman, such a classic beauty. What must it feel like to be seduced by a woman like that? Corinne’s fingers explored her lips, her clit, and pinched her nipples as she had thoughts that she would never share with anyone, thoughts that were improper for a 37 year-old married mother of two.

Her fingers became more urgent as her fantasies progressed, and within moments she was arching her back, her knees quivering as the final buildup came.

“Unnnnnngh! Ohhhhhh!” Her orgasm was louder than she expected, and she hoped that no one was in the adjacent room. Her body froze, her pelvis arched skyward, her brain synapses exploded with pleasure, and she ascended for an eternal moment before dropping back to earth, her breath heavy and irregular.

It was going to be a good week.

****

There was a knock on the door.

“Room service, ma’am!” a voice called out.

Oh, that was faster than expected. “Just a moment!” Naked as she dried from her post-work shower, Corinne hustled to throw on her shorts and t-shirt again. “Hang on, I’m getting dressed!”

Barefoot, with her hair still dripping, she opened the door. The room service girl was a petite African American woman, perhaps a college student or a little older. She had striking green eyes and long artificially straightened hair. “Good evening, ma’am,” she said, seemingly unperturbed by the wait. She held an oversized tray in both hands that likely contained Corinne’s salad and French fries. “Happy Monday! May I come in?”

“Certainly.” Corinne stepped aside and let her enter.

“Where would you like it?”

Corinne scanned the room. “The table at the window is fine,” she said. Following the girl, her eyes scanned up and down the young woman. She was petite, maybe 5-4, and well built. If she was a cheerleader, she’d be the one that gets thrown in the air, her figure curvy but light. She was wearing a green tartan vest of the hotel’s choosing, with complementary gold slacks that hugged her rear end. Her skin was light for a black woman, implying that black was only the most dominant of her genes.

“Thank you,” Corinne said when the girl set down the tray. “I’m famished.” There was no reason to explain that, but she felt that she should make some sort of non-transactional conversation. The girl turned and smiled at her, and Corinne noticed a name tag that said, “Natalie”. She had a five and a ten in her hand, depending on a number of factors, and she gave the girl a ten. In return she got a delighted smile and a heartfelt, “Thank you, ma’am!”

They walked back to the door together, and the girl folded the ten dollar bill and put it into her pocket. Pausing, she turned. “A little trick next time, ma’am. If you order the lunch-sized version of the salad, it’s almost the same size and you get the fries for free.” She winked as she shared the secret.

Corinne smiled at the girl. “Thank you. I’ll remember that.”

Closing the door, Corinne walked back to the table. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she was horrified to see how her t-shirt clung to her still wet breasts, and how noticeable her nipples were as a result. Shaking her head, she was glad that the room service person was female.

She sat down to have dinner, and by chance or subconscious, she sat at the chair that faced the hotel’s other wing. Again, the rooms were mostly dark, with only an occasional sign of habitation. She had been dining for 20 minutes when the light on the third floor came on. She didn’t want to admit that she had been hoping for this.

Shadows moved in the room, and Corinne watched. She was not a kayseri escort peeping tom, she told herself. She was just a woman eating a salad and French fries at her windowside table. She was doing nothing wrong.

The woman came to the window and surveyed her temporary empire. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, deep red in color and snug around her nice curves. It complemented her dark hair very nicely, and she looked like she could be a movie star, or perhaps a senator’s second wife. Corinne got a good look at her face, and admired the woman’s beauty: high cheekbones, nice jawline, light-colored eyes over a slim, straight nose. And those lips, those lips that Corinne had seen wrapped around her husband’s penis the previous night, were gorgeous, full and perfectly plump.

The woman looked up at Corinne and smiled.

Oh, god.

Corinne averted her eyes to her food, lifting her fork and taking an obvious bite to illustrate that, yes, she had a purpose in this window. She was eating dinner just like any woman had the right to do. She gazed out over the parking lot and the vacant land beyond, enjoying the view and proving to any observers that she was merely a person who enjoyed looking at a parking lot and darkened wall of windows while dining.

When she glanced back, the woman was unzipping her dress from the back. She let the sleeves fall forward, and the dress fell to the floor.

Surely she had seen Corinne, right? She had looked straight at her and smiled. Perhaps the reflections of sunlight were different and she was just smiling in general? Is it possible that Corinne could see her, but not vice versa?

It had to be true. The woman wouldn’t smile at her and then undress in full view of the window.

Right?

It didn’t matter. Either the woman couldn’t see her, or the woman didn’t care. Those were the only two answers, and both gave Corinne security in staying in her spot.

The brunette was wearing a lacy white underwear ensemble tonight, perfectly matching. She must spend a fortune on underwear, Corinne found herself thinking prosaically. The brunette almost looked like a bride getting ready for her wedding, wearing a white, nearly sheer lace bra, matching panties, cut very low on her hips and stomach, and thigh-high white stockings that Corinne hadn’t noticed under the dress. Corinne made a note that she should wear thigh-highs more often, as they were quite sexy.

The woman turned, and it was obvious that the husband must be further back in the room. Swiveling her hips suggestively atop the high heels she still wore, she walked out of Corinne’s sight for a moment. She almost wondered if they were newly married, which would explain the frequent sexiness. But the woman seemed too classy to be having her honeymoon out here in the suburbs.

She was out of sight for several minutes, testing Corinne’s patience. When she returned, she was nude, and Corinne feasted on seeing the woman’s large areolas and dark stripe of pubic hair. She had a man by the hand.

And it wasn’t the same man.

This one was younger, maybe mid-thirties. He had a shaved head and was notably more muscular. Corinne’s jaw dropped.

The brunette lay on the bed, and the man lay down between her legs. As she lolled her head back, he began lustily performing cunnilingus on her. A smile appeared on the woman’s face, and she closed her eyes in pleasure.

What was going on here? Corinne’s mind raced. Was she cheating on her husband? Was she highly sexualized and good at picking up men? Of course she would be good at picking up men. Look at her. She could pick up men in a monastery.

Or…Corinne was hit with a wave of realization. Was this woman a prostitute? Or given her obvious class and beauty, perhaps ‘escort’ was a better term. That would make a lot more sense. Someone like her would make great money in that line of work, and a mid-class suburban hotel near the airport might be a good low-key place to ply her trade. Corinne realized suddenly how little she knew about the business of selling sex.

Corinne watched as the brunette shifted positions. She was on her knees now, and the man was behind her, getting ready to penetrate her. He had a long and slender penis, and inserted it to the hilt in one smooth motion. As he began his rhythm, the brunette braced herself, resting on her elbows. Her breasts undulated with each thrust, but in a limited arc. They were clearly quite firm. Corinne lost her view of them when the man reached around and gripped them, using them to help gain leverage and power in his thrusts.

Corinne found herself yet again sliding a hand into her shorts.

The man lasted a while in that position, then it was on to missionary. The brunette was on her back, and he was positioned atop her, thrusting energetically. She seemed to take it in stride, wrapping her legs around him and allowing him to kiss her neck and throat.

She looked out the window, and unbeknownst to her partner, she offered a knowing smile and wave.

Corinne again ducked out of the window in horror. And she again masturbated vigorously that night.

****

“Room service!”

Corinne was ready this time, making sure that she was properly dressed. Natalie appeared to be her assigned girl, because she was once again making the delivery.

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It’s time to tell a story about one of the single most erotic experiences of my life. I assure you that every word is true. This is not a fantasy…just a fantasy come true. I was married at the time…not very happily, I’m afraid…which is why I believe that I was open to this experience. I have a voyeuristic nature, and watching a man masturbate is my greatest turn-on. I’m not sure why this act arouses me so, but do any of us understand why we like the things we do? Having said that, here’s what happened.

I had borrowed my husband’s pick-up truck to go to work that day because I had to transport some computer equipment from one office location to another office across town. I’d filled the passenger area with the equipment so that it wouldn’t be rattling around in the back. I was on the highway, minding my own business, when I felt someone looking at me. I looked to my left and saw a very attractive young man driving a sporty black car. He looked to be in his late twenties (I’m 35) and was smiling at me. I smiled back and continued driving. He slowed down a little then caught back up with me. I noticed him smiling at me again, so I returned the greeting. This was beginning to be a little fun. I hadn’t been flirted with in a car in a very long time. He was quite handsome, and this exchange had given me a wonderfully warm feeling that I realized I had missed.

He moved into place behind my truck and stayed there for a short time. I watched him in the rear-view mirror to see what he would do next. I watched him as he moved left and came up beside the driver’s window again. I looked over with a smile on my face again and saw something that made me instantly and highly aroused. He had pulled down his jeans and had a big, beautiful, hard cock in his hand and was stroking it lightly while smiling at me. I couldn’t breathe…I could barely think…I’m not sure how I retained control of the truck. I was torn between several emotions…lust, embarrassment, confusion, fascination…I had a million thoughts running through my head at once. But my body was not confused at all. My nipples were rock hard and throbbing, my pussy was dripping wet and pulsing, and my heart rate had doubled. I had not been this aroused in years. I was hot and I was alive and it felt wonderful!

He stayed next to me…just stroking his cock and hatay escort smiling into my eyes. I’m still not sure how I managed to keep from wrecking the truck. I watched him…I watched him run his hand gently up the underside of his cock…I watched him firmly grasp it and stroke it hard…I watched his balls bounce gently up and down to match his strokes…I watched the beautiful mushroom head of his cock turn darker and darker until it was almost purple. When I was not sure I could stand to see any more without slamming on the brakes and rubbing myself to a violent orgasm, he stopped his stroking and motioned for me to roll down my window. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t hesitate. I heard him ask, “Where are you going?”

Still only thinking with my pussy I replied “Chamblee-Tucker Road.” He smiled and dropped back to file in behind me. That’s when the panic struck. What in the hell had I just done?!? Why had I told him where I was going? Why hadn’t I lied? Why hadn’t I called the police? What if he was a mad rapist and wanted to slice me up? Once again there were a million thoughts running through my head at once…but they were taking a different turn. As much as my brain wanted to be the practical one, wanted to be safe, my body wanted him to know where I was going. My body wanted me to play this scenario to its conclusion. My body wanted him.

I had a decision to make, so I let my body take the lead. I got off at my exit and looked for a place to pull over. It needed to be somewhat private, but not secluded. Some parts of my reason were still working, and I allowed them a little leeway. I pulled over into the parking lot of a strip shopping center that contained a
Kroger grocery store. The parking lot was higher than the street, so I parked in the first lane next to the street. Someone couldn’t see into the car, but I could easily obtain help if necessary.

He pulled in next to me, got out of his car, and came around to the driver’s door. It was locked as I always keep it, but I rolled the window down about half way. At the last minute reason intruded. I said, “I don’t think I can handle this.”He smiled and said, “It’s all right. I just want to make it cum for you.”

“Do you do this often?” I asked.

“No,” he replied, just smiling at me. ığdır escort “Let me get in there with you and make it cum for you.”

He reached in the window and pulled at my left nipple. It sent an incredible shock through my body. This complete stranger had been stroking his cock for me and was now touching my rock-hard nipples. It was almost more than I could bear.

“Let me get in with you and make it cum for you, “ he said again. “You’re not wearing any panties are you?”

“No,” I admitted. “I don’t like to wear panties.”

He reached in the window again and pulled up my skirt. He pulled it up far enough that he could see my clean-shaven pussy, then he reached in and rubbed his fingers between the lips of my pussy. He briefly stroked my clit and nearly sent me over the edge. After licking the juices off his fingers he said again, “Let me make it cum for you.”

I couldn’t resist any longer. “The truck is full of computer equipment. There’s no room.”

“Come over to my car. Let me make it cum for you. I want you to watch it shoot.” I unlocked my door and got out. Following him to his car was one of the more difficult things I’ve done…but one of the most exciting. He got in his car and started to remove his jeans. My last ounce of reason asked, “You’re not going anywhere are you?”

He pulled the keys out of the ignition and threw them in the back seat. Seeing his cock close-up was even more of a thrill. He was clean-shaven as well. His cock was large, at least 8”, and very thick. It had a beautiful mushroom head and was glistening from the pre-cum leaking out the top. He grasped it with one hand and reached over to stroke my pussy with the other hand. To my surprise, he leaned over and began kissing me. Our tongues searched each other’s mouths and we sucked on the other’s tongue…hinting at what we’d really like to be doing.

After a long, very passionate, very erotic kiss, he leaned back and began to really put on a show for me. My hand replaced his between my legs, and I pulled up my skirt to put on a show for him as well. His left hand cupped and squeezed his balls, while his right hand stroked up and down. He would stop the stroking and let his fingers gently trail up and down…rubbing in small circles on the underside of his cock. His fingers ısparta escort would trace the flared edge of his cock head. We both watched in fascination as the pre-cum leaked out faster and faster. I could hear it now as he stroked his cock…that lovely, wet, sexy sound of a hand gliding up and down a hard, wet cock. His balls had completely drawn up inside his body, and we were both past the point of caring whether or not the world existed. The motion of his hand became faster and faster…the motion of my hand became faster and faster…we were racing with other toward a glorious climax. I watched the head of his cock turn so deep purple that it looked almost black. I watched the expressions changing on his face. I watched every muscle contract until his entire body was as tight as a bow-string. I could feel the tingling in my toes…it was moving up my legs…my heart was beating even faster…my breathing was hard and rapid…I could feel it beginning.

He was in the same place. He was beginning to moan, “Ahhhhhhhhh….I’m going to cum for you. I’m going to shoot my hot load for you. Watch my cock shoot this big, hot, sweet load for you. Oh yesssssss…I’m cumming! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“That’s it! Cum for me! Shoot that hot load all over me! Give it to me! Ah, God! I’m cumming with you! Yeeeeeeeesssss!” My orgasm hit me with the intensity of a freight train. I’d never cum like that before…NEVER! He had cum from his neck to his knees. It was everywhere! I just sat there trying to recover. His cock was still rock-hard, and I was tempted to just climb on. That, of course, was completely out of the question. This had been incredibly exciting, but it had been 100% safe.

I found a Kleenex to help him clean up his considerable mess. As he was cleaning up he asked, “What’s your name?”

“H____,” I replied.“My name’s S_____.”

“What’s your phone number?”

Now, that really surprised me! But there was a wildness in me that day. I’d already done more than I ever thought possible under such circumstances, so I figured…why not? I gave him the number and figured I’d never hear from him again.

That afternoon, at the office, the phone rang, and I heard a familiar voice on the other end. “Hi, this is S_____. I’ve been thinking about you all day. My cock is hard and I’m stroking it. I want to make it cum for you.”

I listened to him cum that day…and countless others. This happened almost 5 years ago…and he still calls. We’ve met many times in between. Watching each other cum is something we’ve enjoyed for a long time. Sometimes we bring toys…but that’s for another story.

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Part 1

We headed off on our “cruise to nowhere” late on a Tuesday afternoon. The weather was warm as it usually is in the Caribbean and we just wanted some time for a little getaway. Once our ship left port and our Embarkation party ended we went down for dinner before retiring to the lounge for a nightcap.

My wife Candy looked beautiful as always in her light summer dress as we sat at the bar and ordered our cocktails. If this is your first time with her I will catch you up a little. Candy is a buxom little spitfire of a girl. Her short stature is more than made up for with her 38DD-26-38 measurements. By the time that this took place I had found that she has a hidden submissive side and, although prim and proper on the outside, she can be coaxed into doing things that she ordinarily would never do on her own.

There were a couple of empty seats beside me and after a while another couple came and sat down. The man gave me a quick nod and the woman gave me a smile as they got comfortable. I noticed right away that she was a stunning blond with a huge rack and at least 30 years younger than her gentleman friend who appeared to be around sixty. My eyes were riveted on the woman for as she sat her wrap around skirt opened on the side facing me exposing her left leg all the way to the hip. She made no motion to cover up and the gentleman did not seem concerned as well. I had to meet her!

“Hi, I’m Bob and this is my wife Candy.” I said to break the ice and get some conversation going. The man shook my hand but before he spoke I reached across in front of him to shake hands with his beautiful wife. Candy gave them a wave over my shoulder.

“I’m Charles and this is my new bride Ashley. Are you on your honeymoon as well?” I looked right by him towards his hot new wife. She noticed that I was looking at her naked thigh and gave me a knowing smirk. All I could imagine is that this guy must be loaded to have such a gorgeous young wife.

“You are a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife.” I said.

“Oh yes. Ashley is quite beautiful isn’t she? I took her away from a promising modeling carrier.” Charles replied as he backed away to show her off.

“Oh yes she is. She does seem to have the nicest legs that I’ve every seen.” I was very happy with he view that she offered.

“I believe that was her most popular asset. Ashley, Bob would like to see your legs Honey.”

“Sure thing.” She replied in a sultry way.

She then slid the wrap that covered her right leg over and gravity pulled it to the floor opening the dress up to her crotch and exposing both legs entirely. I looked between her legs and was stunned that her naked bald pussy was exposed to everyone! She made no move to cover up and left her skirt wide open as she sipped her Martini. Everyone could see her naked cunt including my wife Candy who was three seats down from her.

“She is a beauty isn’t she?” Charles said with a sly smirk on his face.

“No doubt!” I said as I sat stunned. My cock was getting rock hard and all I could think of was to put it into that hot little pussy.

“I do have to admit, though, that she is a bit of an exhibitionist.” Charles was looking right at her open cunt as he spoke and then raised his eyes to hers and smiled. “But I think that the show is over for this evening. It is time for my private viewing. Would you two be around tomorrow by the pool?”

“Oh I think that can be arranged.” I said with a smile.

We made plans to meet at the pool after noon and headed off to our cabins for the night. I couldn’t get my mind off of Ashley as we headed for the elevator. My cock was rock hard and I couldn’t wait to fuck Candy. When the elevator opened we found it empty and got in. By the time we made it to our floor I had Candy’s dress half off, her breasts bare. The doors opened and there was a couple waiting. Candy quickly covered herself and rushed by them to our room totally embarrassed. I simply smiled and shrugged as I walked past them knowing that I had the room key. By the time that I caught up with her she was standing by the door holding her dress together.

I don’t know how many times that I fucked my wife that night. Every time that I would cum my mind went back to Ashley and before I knew it I was hard again. Candy never did mention my ogling the other woman but I could tell that she didn’t like it.

The next day we headed down to the pool to find our new friends. When we got there we found that they saved us a couple of lounge chairs. Both Charles and Ashley were lying in their swim trunks with large floppy hats and sunglasses. I stood looking down on Ashley and the sight brought my cock right to attention. She wore the smallest thong bikini that she could legally get away with. The top was merely string holding two small triangles over her nipples. The bottom was so small that it barely covered her pussy mound to where the flesh on both sides was visible. The white material was so thin that the crack of eskişehir escort her pussy was evident and I could swear that I could make out the outline of a clit ring near the top!

“Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you. Drinks will arrive any minute. I hope you don’t mind sangria. It’s such a hot day. Sit. Sit.” Charles waved his hands to the two open chairs. Trouble was one was on one side of Ashley and the other on the side of Charles. Ashley patted the chair next to her for me to sit so I did. Candy gave me a quick look before sitting next to Charles.

We enjoyed our day together and I had a ball talking with Ashley. Later she went into the pool to take a dip. All eyes were on her as she swam. When she was about to get out Charles tapped me on the leg.

“Watch this.” He said with his eyes glued to her.

I watched as she walked over to us. Hell, the whole boat watched! She looked like a goddess. She was drying her hair with a towel as she glided toward us. Her body looked completely naked as the white material that barely covered her became transparent when wet. I could now easily make out her hardened nipples and when she got closer there no longer was a doubt that she wore a clit ring. She turned her back toward us and faced the pool as she finished with her hair and from that angle there was no more than two strings showing from behind. My cock was about to explode!

She turned and faced me as she got ready to sit and noticed a huge bulge in my Speedos. As she bent down to sit she reached over and gave it a squeeze before lying back and closing her eyes. Charles was smiling. Candy wasn’t.

Charles leaned toward me and spoke softly.

“I think you owe me one. Don’t you?”

We hung out with them the rest of the day. Candy was noticeably silent which was totally understandable. I started thinking about what Charles had said about owing him one and tried to come up with something to even things up. After leaving the pool area we took a walk around the ship wearing our coverups. I found a spa nearby and we stepped in just to see what they offered.

A large muscle bound man in a tank top and stretch shorts came out from behind a counter.

“Can I help you folks?” I looked up at him and thought that if they were to ever do a remake of Hercules he would fit the bill to a tee.

“Yes I was just thinking of scheduling a massage for my wife.” It just came to me that this might be a good way to get back in her good graces.

“Would that be for the full spa treatment or just the massage?”

“We’ll go for the works. Is that OK Honey?” She looked at me a little confused at first.

“Oh that would be nice. I’ve never gotten the full treatment before.” She squeezed my arm tightly like a girl getting her first doll.

“We are booked for today but have an opening for 1 PM tomorrow if that is satisfactory.”

“That would be great. We’ll see you then.” I gave her a quick kiss as we walked out and she seemed to be happy with me again.

Now I have to develop a plan!

Part 2

That evening was spent with Charles and Ashley of course. We decided to go dancing and as sexy as Candy looked in her mini dress Ashley showed up looking like a total slut! She wore a loose fitting cowl front halter top with the shortest and tightest spandex micro skirt that she could squeeze into. It didn’t quite cover her bottom and as she danced it would creep up and display the bottom of her ass cheeks. The halter basically hung down over her tits and as it shifted from side to side either one tit or the other would become fully exposed. Charles loved his new slut wife showing herself and I could hardly resist throwing her down and fucking her right there for the way that she blatantly teased me. Although I was with my wife I seemed to spend most of my time ogling Ashley during our cruise. How I avoided having Candy kill me on that trip is beyond me.

Before we parted company that night I advised Charles that I planned on stopping by to see him in the morning.

The following morning I called room service for breakfast. Candy was still in bed and I was hoping that I would be able to have some fun with that by having the person that delivered the food maybe catch a glimpse of her partially covered body. I had no such luck this time as she got up and put on a robe before our food arrived. After breakfast Candy checked the time and decided to start getting herself ready for the spa. I took this opportunity to slip out and get my plan into motion.

My first stop was to the spa where I met Jake behind the counter. He was a more intimidating human being than I remembered from just a day ago. He must have been six foot four and 275 pounds of solid muscle. It’s no wonder that Candy didn’t think twice about having this hulk of a man put his hands all over her massaging every inch of her naked body. I told him of my secret plan and he agreed to do it…..for an extra fee of course. gaziantep escort Shit, I would do what he does, massaging beautiful naked women, for nothing if I had a chance. We shook hands and it was now off to see Charles.

When I arrived at the door to his suite I gave it a light knock. Ashley opened the door and I was amazed at the sight before me. She was wearing only her thin, see through, beach coverup and nothing else. Her naked body was as if ordered from a catalog. Her firm breasts stood out high and proud. Her shaved muff was perfectly formed with no hint of her inner labia exposed. I just stood there staring at her beauty.

“Hello Bob.” Came a voice from a darkened corner of the room. “I’m over here my friend.”

Charles was sitting in a chair off to the side watching me as I ravished his naked wife with my eyes. He was smiling and looked as though he planned this to see my reaction. The man truly loved showing off his wife to others and I felt very fortunate that we share in the same fetish.

Ashley stepped aside smiling as I entered the room. In fact she sat down in a chair next to Charles without ever making a motion to cover herself. With one foot up on the chair her pussy was opened just slightly as she stared into my eyes while I tried to speak to her husband. With little time to spare I explained my plan and told them that I would return shortly and they could accompany me down to the spa.

I arrived back at our cabin to find Candy just coming out from the shower. She had a towel on her head and her body was naked as she finished drying off. I noticed immediately that she had just finished shaving her legs and pubic mound and approached her to check her handiwork. As she looked in the mirror I came up from behind and put my arms around her and my head upon her shoulder. I looked at our reflection in the mirror as I slid my hands down her firm stomach to her pussy. When she felt my touch she closed her eyes and backed up to me. My fingers started to probe and I was surprised to find her already wet. I figured that she must have been thinking about Jake’s strong hands working on her body as she showered causing her to be aroused.

She started to moan while enjoying the attention that her hot pussy was getting when suddenly her eyes opened and she pushed my hand away.

“I have to get ready now. There will be time for that later if you’re good.” She said with a smile.

“Oh I’ll be very good. I promise.” I replied with my fingers crossed and went to sit out on the balcony and watch the waves.

A short time passed and she stuck her head outside to tell me that she was leaving. I told her to have a good time and relax and I’ll see her soon. Once she went out the door I headed out to get Charles and Ashley. I was told by Jake to give him about an hour and I couldn’t think of a better place to spend my time than within sight of Ashley. We sat and talked for a while and as usual I couldn’t get enough of watching the other man’s wife. She was dressed in tight spandex shorts that showed off her cameltoe perfectly. Her white halter top showed the darkened hue of her always erect nipples as well as more cleavage than I have ever seen in public.

When the time arrived to go we headed down the narrow corridor together. I allowed them to walk arm in arm ahead of me so that I could follow Ashley’s perfect ass. She turned quite a few heads as we passed I must say!

When we got to the spa there was a pretty young woman at the counter.

“May I help you?”

“Yes, could you please tell Jake that we’re here?”

“I’m sorry but he is with a customer. Can I have him call you when he gets done?”

“No just tell him that Bob is here. He is expecting me……us.”

She looked at us a bit puzzled as I’m sure that there is a standing rule not to be disturbed. She came back out with that same puzzled look.

“He said that you may go ahead in but to be very quiet.” She said.

We walked into the small massage room to find Candy face down with a towel covering her lower back and ass. There were three chairs around the table and we all took seats.

“Candy? Your husband is here.” Jake said to her softly.

“Bob? What’s wrong? Why are you here?” She turned her head to the side revealing a mask over her eyes that Jake told me that he would use on her. She did not know that Charles and Ashley were with me.

“Nothings wrong Honey. I was just taking a stroll and figured that I would see how things are going that’s all. If I see that he’s doing a good job on you I might just have him do me too.” Jake looked up at me and I just smiled shaking my head as if to say ‘that will never happen’.

He went back to work on her and we watched as he kneaded her flesh. A short time went by and he started to work his way down her back. He folded the towel down as he worked lower until it covered only her bare ass.

“I am going to remove the towel now giresun escort so that I can work a little lower is that OK?” He asked the question but before she could get a word out the towel was whisked away. She made a light noise as I’m sure that he surprised her with this action but she didn’t protest. Her naked body was now exposed and I’m sure that this had an effect on Candy as Jake started working on her bare ass.

Charles and Ashley smiled to each other as they watched my naked wife lying before them. Jake worked on each cheek individually at times pulling them apart exposing her puckered little asshole and pussy to us. I couldn’t tell whether or not she was uncomfortable with me there watching or if she preferred that I be there with a stranger touching her naked body.

Once finished he bent down and said softly, “I will now cover you again so that you can turn over.”

He did and she turned face up. The towel covered her from her tits to just below her crotch. He began to work on her neck and shoulders. She was getting loose as her muscles relaxed. He then went to her feet slowly working his way up her legs. As he kneaded her thighs he pushed the towel slightly with each movement until her naked pussy came into view. She probably thought that she was still covered at that point as Jake vacated that area and went back up top. Next he, without warning, folded down the towel exposing her tits. She took a deep breath when he did this but, again, did not protest.

He worked his hands around the sides of her chest to her stomach and back up to just below her breasts. He did this several times each with a little more force and each coming closer to her breasts until it came to a point where he was purposely feeling around the sides and cupping them with his firm hands.

I heard a moan as he focused strictly on her tits now sliding his hands around them and finishing by pulling them up toward her face. She began to squirm a bit and her moans became more pronounced as he squeezed harder. His next action caused my lovely wife to bite her lip as he took both of her nipples between his fingers and rolled them back and forth. They were already hard but they must have stood out close to an inch after that.

She was definitely getting hot as Ashley sitting beside Charles at the foot of the table pointed at my wife’s pussy. Her legs were now parted slightly and we could plainly see a drop of her juice collecting and about to run down to her asshole. Jake removed the towel and my wife started moving her legs up and down on the table. He then began to work her inner thighs touching her outer labia with the back of his hands and without any effort her knees raised up and her legs parted inviting him to explore.

Charles was almost giddy as he had a perfect view of my wife’s open cunt. He leaned forward for a better view and placed his hand between his wife’s legs to feel her own pussy as he watched. Jake began to work on my wife’s cunt with his strong experienced hands and she reacted by opening wider and throwing her pelvis up to meet him. He started to rub her sloppy wet pussy in a circular motion and you could actually here how wet it was as he increased the pressure.

Candy was going wild. I looked over and saw Ashley’s legs wide open as Charles mimicked Jake by rubbing her twat hard through her thin shorts. A wet stain appeared at the bottom of her crack as he too applied more and more pressure.

“Oh God Oh God Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I turned to watch my wife bucking off the table as Jake continued working hard on her hot pussy.

“Oh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!”

Candy came in buckets as her juice shot out of her cunt like never before causing a large wet spot on the sheet beneath her.

“Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ashley came too as both women would organism together. Charles removed his hand from his wife’s crotch to reveal a huge and very noticeable stain on her white shorts. She purred and rested her head on her husband’s shoulder. Candy calmed down and Jake removed his hand from her dripping honey pot and dried it with a towel. Apparently she did not her Ashley over her own cries of pleasure.

I motioned for Charles and Ashley to leave and they got up and quietly left. Once they were out of view I bent down and kissed my dear wife on the forehead and whispered to her softly as she was still breathing heavily. Still blindfolded.

“Relax and enjoy yourself. We’ll see you back in the room later.” I started heading out the door as she replied.

“OK Honey, I’ll………………we? Did you say we?”

I could just barely make out her words as I left the spa to head back to the room. I would even up with Jake later. Charles and Ashley were waiting for me around the corner. We were all laughing and joking as we remembered the events that just happened.

About an hour later the door to our cabin opened and in walked Candy. She seemed to be in a bit of a daze as she entered and I just chalked it up to her exhausting massage.

“Everything go alright for you? Did you enjoy your spa treatment?” I asked with a sly smile on my face.

“Oh yes. It was wonderful. Jake did a fantastic job on me.”

I never asked if there was any more sex after we left.

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The sweat streamed down her body as she carried the groceries from the car. She was alone this weekend, her boyfriend was off with his family, who she didn’t get along with, so she figured it was best she say she had things to do and stay here on her own, maybe plan a girls night in. But right now, in this heat and humidity, she’d rather be arguing with his parents at their cabin by the lake and she was damned if she was inviting the girls round when she felt this bad.

The sun was setting, but it didn’t lower the temperature any. If anything the air just felt closer, wetter, this heat was killing her, driving her blood pressure through the roof and her libido with it. They couldn’t afford air conditioning so the house had been baking all day. She went in and pushed open all the windows in the hope of some relief, but nothing stirred, no breath of breeze, no susurration of leaves to give her hope that the air moved at all. Even the cicadas couldn’t be bothered to chirp it was so damned hot.

She went from room to room, switching on the ceiling fans, trying to create a draught, but all she did was emulate a fan oven, the hot air blasting over her body, and she soon turned them off again. There was to be no relief from this sweltering, this sauna, this hot box. She needed to get cool and she needed to feel clean.

She stripped off on her way to the shower, dropping her clothes as she went, her clammy cotton dress and soaking panties peeled off her sticky body and left in soggy heaps as she stepped into the cubicle and turned on the cold water. At first it was hot, warmed by the temperature of the house, but then suddenly it was icy on her skin, instant gooseflesh her reward, but she knew she had to endure it to reduce her bodys core temperature.

As the water cooled the air in the confined space she began to breathe easier, slowly soaping away the grime that had accumulated on her skin, the sweat that had tricked over her all day as she dehydrated. She’d drunk pint after pint of water from the cooler in the office, but she seemed to sweat it all out as soon as she drank it, she hadn’t even peed all day and she was worried that she would end up with a kidney or bladder infection if she didn’t get herself cooled down and rehydrated properly. Hygiene had to take a high priority in this weather, too, and she made sure she took her razor to every bit of body hair she could find, under her arms, down her legs, and even her pubic hair, losing all of it in the hope of shedding bacteria and heat traps as much as preferring to be smooth and fresh.

An hour seemed to do it, she was calm again, her blood pressure down, the goosebumps had stopped. Her heart beat slower and she seemed to be less light headed as she toweled herself down, knowing that it would soon return, that the heat would get to her again so quickly she might as well not elazığ escort have bothered, but she couldn’t have stayed that hot any longer, she’d felt like she was dying.

Naked, she stalked through the dark corridors, down the stairs to the kitchen to fetch a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator which she gulped from before she even closed the door, bathed in the bluish light, feeling the icy waft on her nipples and belly as she drank gratefully. She took out a second bottle and closed the door, padding back upstairs to her room. She’d left the fan running in here and against all the odds it seemed a little cooler than the rest of the house. Laying on the bed she let the blades turn above her, making her skin prickle pleasantly as she fell into an exhausted sleep, the heat of the day having sapped all her energy.

* * * * *

She was awake and she was hot. Unbearably hot. She assumed it was the heat that had woken her, but then she heard the noise that had disturbed her sleep.

“Ping”

Damn, the computer. She’d switched it on when she was first home, not realising that she had then left it on after her shower. No wonder it was so hot in here. She went to her desk and turned on her monitor.

“Hi, is it hot there?”

“Hi Jerry, yes, it’s hot here. Any more stupid questions?” She typed. Her boyfriend wasn’t known for his tact.

“Yeah, you horny?” Well that was an odd thing for him to ask. Although now he mentioned it, she’d been horny all day, the heat driving her nuts and her damp panties chafing against her clit hadn’t helped any, either.

“Now you come to mention it…” She responded.

“Why don’t you turn the web cam on?” She paused for a moment. She’d bought the cam for talking to her mother, so she could see that she wasn’t wasting away, but Jerry had never asked to cam with her before, maybe the heat was getting to him, too. She looked at the time on her browser window and saw it was nearly midnight; his parents must be in bed, he was probably out on the porch with his laptop. Why not, she thought, let’s give the boy a bit of a thrill, and she leaned forward and turned on her cam. A tiny picture of her naked body and the room behind her came up on her messenger.

“How horny are you?” He asked.

“Oh, pretty horny. What about you?”

“I’m sitting here with my cock in my hand thinking of you and looking at your tits.” Jerry had always liked her tits. “If you’re as horny as me, why don’t you play with yourself?” She felt embarrassed, this wasn’t like Jerry at all, but with the heat that was building under her skin again she could feel the moisture building between her legs as her lips puckered, wanting something to ease their ache.

“You’re pretty cock sure of yourself tonight, what’s got into you?” She asked.

“The heat, the humidity, erzincan escort the sight of you.”

“I’d have thought it’d be cooler at the lake.”

“I’m not at the lake.” Now she was really confused.

“Where are you?”

“In town, I had to come up to get a wifi signal. I’m sitting in the car with my laptop looking at you and stroking my cock. Want to play?” What the hell, she thought.

“Why not. Do you like what you see?”

“Oh yeah, you’ve got great tits. Now how about letting me see some more?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Why don’t you move the chair out of the way and lay on the bed for me?” The bed being right behind her she figured she’d still be able to see the monitor.

“Ok.” She lay on her side and stroked her flat belly. She couldn’t respond to him any more, but she could read the instructions.

“Pinch your nipples and lick your tits.” He really was in an odd mood tonight, this was more relaxed than she’d ever known Jerry. The heat must have really gotten to him, but she was more than happy to comply, pinching her nipples until they were tender and hard then scooping her breasts up one at a time, bending her head and running her tongue over her nipples. She heard the ping again.

“Spread your legs while you do that,” and she did. Sliding to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wide, showing off her freshly washed and shaved pussy, glistening with sweat and juices as she continued to stroke her breasts, sitting up now over the corner of the divan.

“Finger your clit.” She put her first two fingers in her mouth, licked them until they were nice and wet, then began rubbing her clit, massaging herself the way she did when she was alone, slowly building an orgasm as he watched.

“Mmm, you’ve got me so hard, I think your cunt needs filling, do you have anything suitable?” She opened her bedside draw and took out her vibrator, turned it on and sat herself back on the edge of the bed. She no longer cared if this was out of character, she was so turned on she just wanted to cum.

“Let me see you slide it into your snatch.” She spread her legs wide, parted her lips with the fingers of her left hand and with her other hand she rubbed the tip of the vibe over her lips and clit, getting it sticky before she used it to split her inner lips, teasing the entrance to her cunt. She was moaning now, eyes closed as she enjoyed herself, barely paying attention to the computer as it pinged again.

“Oh baby, that’s good! Now fuck yourself with it.” Slowly at first she slid the vibrator into her hot, throbbing cunt, feeling her legs start to shake as it went deeper, filling her as it shook in her hand. The other hand went to her breast, squeezing, pinching, scratching as she began moving the plastic cock in and out. She leaned further back, erzurum escort her head touching the bed as her back arched, her heels coming up onto the bed as she spread herself completely before the electronic eye, ignoring its gaze as her orgasm started to peak, her body twitching and thrashing as she fucked herself harder and faster. Her moans became grunts and finally screams as she lost it, cumming harder than she had when she’d wanked on her own. She heard the ping and tried to concentrate on the screen.

“Now put it in your ass.” Normally she’d be shocked. Normally she’d object. Normally her tight little ass was an exit only, but tonight she was so hot and so damned horny she didn’t care. Sliding it out of her cunt, still wet with her juices and humming gently, she spread her ass cheeks with her spare hand and pressed it against her anus. Damn if it didn’t seem to be begging for it, opening and closing like a fishes mouth as she pressed it into her body. It felt so big, so tight, she thought she was going to split in two, but she couldn’t stop, she had to have that vibrator up her ass. It sank in four inches straight away and she felt it come to a tense stop, so she began moving it in and out. She could feel the sensations through the thin wall between her anus and her cunt, and another orgasm was building already. She started fucking her ass, feeling the vibe go deeper with each thrust, not caring about what she was doing, focused only on the massive orgasm that was starting to tear her body and her mind to pieces, exploding behind her eyes, all sense of the rest of her body gone as her cunt and ass muscles worked together, making her scream, making her squirt for the first time in her life. She heard the ping and ignored it, she didn’t care, she just wanted to keep cumming and cumming and cumming.

Eventually the spasm subsided and she lay on the bed panting, soaked in sweat, in a puddle of cum, with her own ejaculate covering her thighs. She supposed she should feel bad about what she’d done, what she’d allowed Jerry to talk her into, but she couldn’t it just felt so good. Every single bit of her body and brain were exhausted, sated, happy. She couldn’t believe it.

The phone ringing roused her from her reverie. She guessed it must be Jerry, since she hadn’t responded or moved for a while.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I hope I didn’t wake you?”

“Wake me, weren’t you watching? How could I possibly sleep?”

“Watching? What the… Never mind. Listen, I’m coming home tomorrow. I know it’s early, but my car was broken into and my stuff stolen, the stereo, my phone, my laptop, my GPS, the works. I won’t be able to do any work here, so I may as well come home. I’ve spent all evening in the local police station filling in reports for them.” It took her a moment.

“What did you just say?” She sat bolt upright, looking at the screen and the winking cursor that told her the person on the other end had signed off.

“I said someone broke into the car and took all my stuff.”

“Your laptop?”

“Yeah, everything, today has been completely crappy. Sorry, I suppose I should ask how your day has been?”

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