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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.

Spread: Highway 5, between Redding and Sacramento, in California, can be one long boring drive as the four-lane divided highway seems to stretch on endlessly as it traverses the flat Sacramento Valley agricultural lands. Hubby and I had left the San Francisco Bay area early that morning in order to meet with a business client in Redding. With our business taken care of, we were making our way back down that same boring highway, late in the afternoon of an otherwise uneventful Sunday.

Nature: As we motored onto the highway in our Toyota mini-van, I glanced over at my wife, Spread, as she flipped off her shoes, and unfastened the lower buttons of her breezy summer dress, exposing her pretty legs to the sun shining through the passenger window. It appeared that she was settling in for the long drive, and preparing to doze off for a bit. Hoping to keep her awake, and feeling a bit horny, I let my hand come to a rest on her bared thigh to see what kind of reaction I would get.

Spread: Feeling Nature’s hand on my leg caused me to shiver slightly. I felt a knowing little tingle between my legs, as though a tiny charge of electricity had just been touched off on my pussy. I let my leg fall open a little bit, hoping to send him a signal to let his hand do some exploring.

Nature: When I felt Spread relax her leg, I knew that she was welcoming me to have a little fun. I slowly let my finger tips slide up and down the inside of her thigh, at first just a few inches, and then farther and farther up her leg. At last, I let my fingers dance across her little white cotton panties, causing her to draw a breath through her slightly pursed lips.

Spread: As hubby’s fingers slid across the front of my panties, I instinctively drew my feet up a bit to allow my legs to fall farther apart. Reaching down, I released the lever allowing my seat back to recline. I could feel Nature’s fingers gently massaging the area around my pussy, which was already causing me to juice my panties.

Nature: I could feel a bulge beginning to develop as I watched Spread undue the remaining buttons on her dress. Careful not to take my eyes off the road for too long, I reached over and pulled her dress open, exposing her bra and panty clad body to the open air. Slipping my hand inside one of her bra cups, my fingers were greeted with a fully stiffened nipple.

Spread: We were moving down the highway at about 75mph as hubby gave my nipple a little pinch. Feeling way too restrained, I leaned forward and unfastened my bra strap, allowing the bra to slide down my arms and onto the floor in front of me. As I lay back in my seat, I could see hubby was already sporting what looked like a fairly full erection.

Nature: I looked at Spread, sitting next to me with her dress pulled to the sides, and only a pair of panties providing any coverage at all. I continued to massage her pink little C-cup titties, squeezing and pulling intermittently at her very stiff nipples. I noticed that we were quickly approaching one of those enormous RV’s that seem to perpetually ply the nation’s highways. Gliding up to the RV at what I realized was a little too quick a speed, I backed off the accelerator to match the other driver’s speed.

Spread: My eyes had been closed as I enjoyed the feel of hubby playing with my titties. When I felt him back off the accelerator, I opened my eyes to see that we were almost alongside a monster RV. “Ready to give someone a thrill?” I heard Nature say to me, as my passenger-side window suddenly slid down. Hubby knew that our tinted windows would bitlis escort not permit much of a look inside our van from the RV driver’s vantage point. I did not bat an eye, or respond to hubby’s comment. I just continued to sit there, exposed to the world.

Nature: I thought Nature might object when I hit the button opening her window. The warm summer air seemed to whirl through our van, causing her nipples to harden even more. I continued to massage Nature’s breasts as we slowly crept past the RV. I tried to see the face of the RV driver as we came alongside, but all I could see was the driver’s body twist a bit as he obviously strained to see my naked wife slide past him. He must have sped up a bit too, as for a moment; we were at almost perfectly matched speeds.

Spread: I rolled my head to the right in time to see an older man almost smack his head on the inside of his driver’s side window as he realized what was sitting in the car next to him. As the driver’s eyes met mine for a moment, he smiled and mouthed the words “thank you”, before hubby increased speed and moved us on down the highway. I told hubby that we had just made an old man very very happy.

Nature: I had a full-blown hard-on going after watching Spread flash her pretty titties to that RV. Re-positioning my hand, I began letting my fingers probe her pussy through her juice-stained panties. I was hoping Spread would get the idea, and take the panties off.

Spread: I could feel the juices flowing in my pussy, caused both by hubby’s probing fingers, and the excitement of flashing a stranger. That said, I arched my hips and slid my panties over my hips, then pulled them down my legs until I could step out of them. I let them join my bra on the floor in front of me. I had hardly sat back in my seat before Nature slid a finger inside my soaking wet pussy.

Nature: Probably paying more attention to Spread than the road, I watched my finger glide inside her wet pussy, observing that her nicely manicured red pubic hairs were a bit matted from all the juice that had been trapped inside her panties. I knew my fingers were having the intended affect, as I watched her lift her right leg and rest her foot on the sill of the still open window. She then placed her left foot on the dashboard, and allowed her leg to fall farther to the side, giving me maximum access to her juiced up pussy.

Spread: I could hear myself moaning as I approached and achieved an orgasm to hubby’s probing fingers. The hot valley air rushed in through the open window, and blew against my swollen pussy lips, causing me to want Nature to keep up the pace as he massaged my clitoris between his two fingers. Recovering from that first orgasm, my eyes opened to see that we were quickly approaching an 18-wheeler in the slow lane. As we gained on the truck, I dismissed any thought about lowering my legs and/or covering up my naked body. The thought of exposing myself to another stranger, especially with my legs spread wide apart as they were, was as stimulating as hubby’s fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.

Nature: I was surprised that Spread was not covering herself up, as we gained on a semi-truck in the slow lane. I just kept playing with her sweet pussy. The excitement of the approaching truck caused my cock to throb with every new pulse from my heart.

Spread: Hubby began pacing the trucker right about the time we passed his rear trailer. I could see the driver peering into his side mirror looking at us as we approached. I suspect that he could already see my bare titties even at that distance. Even though I was quickly approaching a second orgasm, I kept my eyes open so I could watch the driver’s reaction.

Nature: I intentionally paced the truck before creeping forward until we were adjacent to the cab. I wanted to make sure the driver knew what was coming along side. As I eased forward, I could see the trucker already adjusting himself in his seat to get a good look.

Spread: As we pulled alongside the cab of the truck, I could see the driver was smiling and waving at me. He was a rather gruesome looking older fellow, unshaven, rotund, and not wearing bolu escort a shirt. What little hair he had on his head, he made up for on his shoulders. For some reason, displaying myself to such a man was actually even more exciting to me than had it been a handsome younger man. This was a man who could appreciate looking at a 40-year-old naked woman, with her pussy completely exposed for his visual pleasure.

Nature: Keeping pace with the truck, I could see the driver almost completely focused on Spread. His window was down and he was half hanging out of his truck to get a better look. I watched as he rocked back into his seat as though to look for something in the cab. In a moment, he produced what looked like a digital camera, and began snapping off shots of my naked wife. I could tell he was struggling to focus on taking pictures, and not drive his rig off into the ditch.

Spread: When the driver produced his camera and began taking pictures, the excitement of the moment became overwhelming, and I shuddered my way into yet another orgasm. Hubby kept pace with the guy until he was forced to move ahead as there were four or five cars lined up behind us. I think it must have been only a few minutes that I laid their exposed to this stranger – hubby’s fingers flicking about my pussy as I unconsciously pinched at my own nipples.

Nature: After passing the truck, hubby told me to take the very next exit. I assumed that she wanted to put her clothes back on and bring this series of adventures to a close. Little did I know what she really wanted to do.

Spread: Watching this stranger take pictures of me, and not having any idea what he planned to do with the finished product, caused me to be more aroused than I could imagine. I could also tell that the whole scene was totally amping up Nature, as his cock continued to bulge inside his trousers, and the look in his face was one of unchecked lust.

Nature: I left the highway as Spread had requested. I was a little concerned that our new trucker friend would take the exit as well, and I wasn’t sure what I would do if that happened. To my relief, he continued on down the highway. As soon as I pulled onto the shoulder and stopped, Spread hopped out of her seat and into the back of our van. We always left the middle passenger seats in storage, retaining the rear seats in place. This left the center of the van empty.

Spread: As soon as I got in the back of the van, I pulled off my dress and opened the passenger-side sliding door, locking it in place. I told hubby that I wanted to give that trucker a real show. He looked at me with an eye of disbelief, but began kneading the bulge in his pants all the same.

Nature: I couldn’t belief Spread was doing what she was doing. I mean, it was incredibly sexy and erotic, I just never imagined she would want to “perform” for a stranger like she was proposing. Being the dutiful husband that I am, I granted her request, and headed back out on the highway. I knew I would have to put my foot into it if I was going to catch up with that same truck.

Spread: As hubby zipped back onto the highway, I laid down on the floor of the van. Grabbing a throw pillow, I tucked it under my head, and positioned my body so I was clearly visible inside the open slider door. Putting the soles of my feet together, I drew them in and allowed my knees to fall to either side of me. In this position, with my legs spread wide apart, I could feel my pussy was as exposed as possible. The breeze wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, although the road noise was terrible. My mind was quickly able to block out the noise though, as my fingers began dancing a dance on my engorged clitoris.

Nature: I kept glancing back at Spread as she began fingering herself. My cock was ready to explode as I saw the truck a mile or so ahead. Watching my wife sliding her fingers in and out of that red mound of hers was enough, in and of itself, to cause me to blow off a load in my pants. Knowing that in a few moments, she’d be performing in front of some total stranger took me to new levels of excitement.

Spread: Hearing the tires of our van cross burdur escort over the lane dividers, I knew we were getting close to the 18-wheeler. A combination of fear and excitement gripped me as I saw the back of the truck trailer easing by the open door. I continued to use my finger to manipulate my little clit, as the combination of emotional and physical stimulation brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

Nature: As we reached the back of the truck, I eased off the accelerator, allowing the van to come off the 80mph speed, and glide slowly up to the cab of the truck. Looking at his side view mirror, I could see the trucker squirming in his seat so he could better see what was coming up alongside. As the van edged forward so that the side door was directly adjacent to the truck’s driver, I adjusted my speed to match his.

Spread: As I recall, I brought myself to a shrieking orgasm as we came along the inside trailer. By the time hubby pulled us alongside the trucker, my body was still reeling from the overwhelming satisfaction of cumming. My fingers were slowly gliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy, as I opened my eyes to see our trucker friend’s smiling face again. I smiled back and continued to push my ring and middle finger deep inside my pussy. Almost unconsciously, I began pulling and twisting my nipples with my other hand, marveling at this additional sensation.

Nature: The sound of Spread cumming behind me was nearly enough to cause me to loose control of the van. I wanted so much to dive back there with her and plunge my cock deep inside her, but I knew the moment could only get that much more erotic as we came alongside the trucker. He was smiling and waving, and shouting words that were completely lost in the wind and highway sounds, as he first glanced down upon Spread. I could see that he had full view of everything she was doing.

Spread: As I continued fingering myself, I could see the trucker pull his camera back out again. Pacing him as long as we did, I imagine he must have taken a hundred shots. The excitement of this scene was beyond description. Here I was, completely exposed to this stranger who was capturing every moment with his camera, for who knows what purpose. I had no idea what he might do with those pictures, but I had a pretty good idea….and it made the entire event all the more exciting for me. I pulled my left hand down to my pussy and inserted my middle finger into the wetness. Properly lubricated, I eased that finger into my asshole, all the while continuing to finger myself with the other hand.

Nature: Glancing back at Spread, I could see she now had both hands working. As her back arched a little, and she lifted her hips off the floor, I could tell she was fucking herself in her little brown hole. All of this was apparently too much for me as I felt myself explode into my shorts. I knew I’d be a mess, but I just didn’t give a shit at that moment, as I continued to knead out any cum that might still remain inside me.

Spread: I felt myself right on the very edge of cumming again when I opened up my eyes once more to see the lust in that truckers face. That was all it took, and for a third time, I felt my body convulse in pleasure as I came – plunging a finger deep into my asshole at that very moment, and letting loose a blood-curdling scream that was quickly enveloped into the howling wind. When my moment of pleasure finally subsided, I drew one hand back to my titties, and allowed the other to massage the top of my swollen pussy lips. I yelled to hubby that the show was over, as I looked up at the trucker, smiled, and blew him a kiss.

Nature: As soon as Spread gave the word, I pushed down on the pedal, and quickly left one very happy trucker in my wake. He didn’t try to speed up or follow us, which I appreciated. After closing the slider door, Spread slipped her dress back on, and climbed back into her seat. We both looked at each other with that, “I can’t believe what we just did” look.

Spread: I was exhausted as I climbed back into my seat. As we motored on down the highway, still having a few more hours drive ahead of us, I closed my eyes and fantasized about what that stranger might do with those pictures. For the next few weeks, I surfed every website I could find that might post pictures of that nature, but so far, neither hubby or I have ever seen them posted. Knowing they are still out there, continues to cause me both anxiety and excitement.

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Chapter 6

Milking the Surf Boat Crew

Sitting on the balcony one Sunday afternoon with Rod and Allan, Diana challenged us to come up with a way she could enter a men’s change room so she could join them in the showers. The local clubs seemed out of the question, as there was a well-controlled access to each that we knew. An admission station where you paid, or showed your pass, received your costumes and towel, and then were channelled into the male or female change rooms, commanded each possible location. We could not disguise Diana as a man in a way that could trick the attendant.

Rod hit on the surf club idea. The junior rowing crew trained each Tuesday evening after work, and needed access to the club to obtain and return the boat, and to change before and after training. In those days the surf clubs did not allow female members, and so there was only a single change and shower facility. The junior crew, being aged between 18 and 21, was required to have an older member on hand with keys to access and close the club, and Rod could get himself on duty one training night.

We knew it would be easy for Diana to enter the club after the crew had finished training, returned the boat and were taking their shower before Rod locked the club. Almost certainly no-one else would be in the club at that time (after 8pm), and Rod would be at the door to control access. The problem was that things might get out-of-hand with a naked woman joining five fit young men in the shower. They could easily get the impression that an “onion” (a gang bang) was in the offing, and they could get out of control.

After some thought, Diana thought she could probably keep them in check, with the help of Rod and me if necessary, and that a gang bang with five young guys might even be something she might find interesting.

So the night arrived. Rod helped the crew get their boat down onto the beach, locked the club and joined Diana and me in the hotel across the road for a few drinks, and from which we could watch for their return from the surf. When we saw the boat returning, Rod left and helped them return the boat to the club. Diana and I approached the club and waited for Rod’s signal that the crew was now in the showers.

When given our cue, adana escort we entered the club, and Rod directed us to the change room, where we could see the shower room at the opposite end. Passing through the changing area, Diana lifted her dress over her head, and strolled into the showers.

We heard someone call out “Hey, no ladies allowed!”

Diana, in English accent responded “Where’s the ladies’ shower?”

“We don’t have one.”

“Well I’ll just have to shower here. You guys don’t mind do you?”

Rod and I were now in the entrance to the showers, and the guys noticed us. It was revealing how modest the guys were to begin with. There were only four as one had gone home without showering. They covered themselves with their hands, but focussed on Diana as she stepped under a vacant shower and turned on the water. Rod had forgotten to tell her there was only cold water, so she jumped as the water hit her, but recovered to start up a conversation with the lads. It was basic stuff — what had they been doing, what she had been doing (a quick dip in the surf, followed by a need to shower the salt off), that Europe was more used to unisex shower facilities, etc. She kept up her posh British accent throughout.

Finally, as the guys were over their initial shock, and the crown jewels were not being so protected, Diana asked “Can someone lend me some soap?”

The guys looked at each other, still guarding their best friends, and finally one stepped forward, one hand still protecting his manhood, and offered soap to Diana with the other.

As she turned around Diana asked “Can you apply some to my back first?”

Looking back at his mates, the young man gingerly rubbed her back with the soap bar. “I’ll need some on my bottom too” Diana offered.

Our friend was now getting into the moment, and started soaping down between her legs and around her bald pussy, as she turned to face him and the others had begun to leave their own showers and surround them. Diana looked absolutely stunning. Her body glistened in the light shining on her alabaster water-soaked skin. Her face glowed. Her nipples were stiffening. Her hairless pussy was open and excited.

“Can I help?” one asked.

“Sure. I think ankara escort your mate is stuck down there, so my titties need some cleaning too.”

She soon had all four lathering her body, borrowing suds from the feverish application being administered below. Occasionally each would cast an inquisitive look towards Rod, who merely nodded in return.

The soap slipped from the hand of the downstairs cleaner, but he left his fingers gently probing the accommodating orifice.

“I’ll get it” Diana offered as she bent to retrieve the slippery bar from the floor. As she came up, she began to apply the soap to the nearest penis, which was already at full attention.

“These little guys get sweaty and dirty too” she declared as she soaped his testicles.

Before very long, this first penis shot its load, as its owner moaned and buckled at the knees. Another cock replaced the original in Diana’s hands, as a cock was also pushed up against her pussy. “Sorry! No fucking! Hand jobs only!” she ordered, as she backed away from the would-be intruder.

And so she managed the entire scenario. In more ways than one, the boys were like jelly in her hands. She kept up a polite patter throughout, admonishing them if they tried to cross the boundary she was setting, yet commenting positively on each one’s manhood, behaviour and performance.

At last she had relieved each penis of its contents, and had allowed sufficient exploration of her own sex, and so she announced “I think we’ve had enough for tonight. Can I borrow someone’s towel?”

Turning off her own shower, she suggested they return to turn off their own showers and follow her into the change area, where she accepted the towel on offer. Rather than use the towel on herself first, she gently and quickly removed the water from each guy, and then offered her own body for their attention, using a freshly offered towel. During this time she and Rod explained her mission, from concept to fulfilment, and introduced me as Diane’s partner.

“Basically, Diana is an exhibitionist” explained Rod. “She just loves to show off her body to appreciative audiences. And my friend here delights in studying audience response.”

“We usually have a quick drink over adıyaman escort the road after training” explained one of the boys. “Would you like to join us?”

The boys were now putting on their clothes, and as Diana reached for her dress, he continued “I’m sure the patrons would be happy to allow you to practice your exhibitionism on them, if you like.”

Being mid-week, now about 9pm, and having already been at the hotel to see that there were not many patrons, Rod and I agreed that this might be fun, if Diana agreed.

So we walked across to the hotel, Diana stark naked, depositing her dress in my car on the way. The boys chose the saloon bar, where drinks were a tad more expensive, but where the clientele was less boisterous and sat at tables rather than at the bar. It was occupied by only about 6 or 7 men, a lady and the barmaid. There was some murmuring as we entered and took our places at a table, while Rob, who knew the barmaid, approached her ordering beers, and seeking her approval for our naked companion.

“Does anyone mind?” she asked.

It was a delightful time, and Diana exploited it to the hilt. For the next round of drinks, Diana offered to get the drinks from the bar if someone gave her the money. I was beaten to my pocket by one of the boat crew. So she got up, taking the money with her to the bar, where she ordered the drinks, waited for them while chatting with the barmaid, and carried them back to our table in three trips. Before she could sit down, a man from another table came up to her and gave her money to buy drinks for his table. The show was repeated.

It was not long before guys were coming in from the public bar, and taking up seats at other tables. We finished up with about 20 people drinking in the saloon bar, and Diana buying drinks for them with their money. She sat at each table for a short time after delivering their drinks, and giving them their change. If this change was offered as a tip, Diana politely declined, explaining that she had nowhere to put the money.

After my shout, Diana had not had the time to consume any of her drinks. We decided it would be appropriate to leave before the audience became too demonstrative. Our departure was cause for much disappointment, but also for requests to come back any time.

“What a great night!” exclaimed Diana, as we boarded my car for the journey home, and we said farewell to the appreciative rowers.

“John will shit himself when we tell him what he missed out on by going home before having a shower” one remarked.

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I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!

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“What you’re doing here is really a very nice gesture, Maxence!” Says to me the head of the association which organizes tutoring for youngins with learning difficulties in Saint-Denis (a very disadvantaged suburb, north of Paris).

“I was lucky enough to benefit from the best schools in the country, which allowed me to become an engineer. I see it as a civic duty to help these young people who need it.” What I don’t tell her, of course, is that I’m also completely crazy about all these young, dark-skinned immigrants I see when I take the metro that crosses this suburb to catch my plane at Roissy airport: I like their toned and well-formed bodies, guessing their young cocks that their tracksuits show off, seeing through their insolent attitudes express their somewhat boorish, arrogant and dominating side.

“Since maths is somewhat your speciality, I am going to entrust Djamel to you. He is 19 years old kid, still in high school, 3 years behind. Yes, 3 years late! I don’t hide from you that it’s a bit difficult case: the 2 young ladies who tried to tutor him gave up after only 1 or 2 sessions. They were only 20 or 21 years old: that’s why I now want to entrust him to a young man with a bit of maturity. Your 26 years and your professional status will help…”

I receive the next day, as agreed, an email detailing the axes of the tutoring, the contact details of Djamel’s family and confirming me that the first session will take place at their home this Friday at 6 p.m.

When I ring the doorbell of the apartment in this filthy building in Saint-Denis, an Arab-looking woman opens the door. She smiles at me and says as she let me in, “Welcome Maxence! I’m glad they send us a young MAN. Djamel needs this tutoring so badly… Even if he will always be my little angel, I have to admit that he is becoming difficult… Since his father left and even more since he came of age, I have a lot of trouble make him obey… So evening homework comes always after football, his pals and the girls!”

I don’t have time to answer, she has already opened the kitchen window and shouts “Djamel, come upstairs right away! For your math class… Yes, right away!”

She closes the window and says to me, “Go to his room: he’ll soon be here. I have to go to work: every evening, I do 4 hours of cleaning in office buildings… Good luck, Maxence!”

Djamel’s bedroom looks a bit like my bedroom as a teenager: posters on the walls, clothes scattered on the floor, video game cassettes, a PS installed in front of a gigantic screen (I didn’t have that!), a messy bed…

As the wait is long, I approach the bed to sniff the crumpled boxers he left on his bed. It stinks of guy’s balls and sperm. When I open it, I see whitish traces that are still damp. There are many of them. I can’t stop licking them! I notice above the pillow that the wall is covered with traces of old dried drippings; the wallpaper is discolored… With the boxers and the wall, I understand that Djamel has abundant sperm! Of course, my cock can’t stay at rest in this testosterone impregnated universe…

The noisy arrival of Djamel in the apartment makes me throw his boxers back on his bed and sit down at the cluttered table that serves as his desk. Not a single book on it, but dirty clothes and cans of soda…

Seeing this shirtless sweaty tall guy (6’3” at least), with an adult build and a muscular chest and a hell of a 6-pack, rush into the room, I’m a little taken aback but manage to say, “Hello Djamel. I’m Maxence, the guy who should help you a little in maths…”

He’s all sweaty and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and says, “Yeah, that’s what I heard… Math sucks! But we can always try… We’ll see if you last longer than the chicks they’ve already sent me!”

While he welcomes bayburt escort me (!), I detail his body. As the heat wave still strikes in this month of September and these suburban apartments of course do not have air conditioning, his bod is all glistening with sweat, showing off his amber skin. The football his mother told me about explains the very muscular thighs sticking out of his shorts. Shorts so soaked that they stick to his cock, obviously a good size! Without being overly muscular, his body is very toned and well cut. He must weigh 175-180 lbs, without a gram of fat!

How can a 19-year-old boy already be so physically developed?

“Djamel, I suggest that today we just talk a bit to see where we start from and how we are going to work together…”

He listens to me with no real attention, wiping his body with a towel he found on the floor. Without answering, he turns vaguely before putting his fingers in the top of his shorts and dropping it to the ground. The guy is really neither shy nor modest!

He shows off me his bubble butt, covered with dark hairs, the density of which increases as it approaches his dark crack. While he is drying his brown hair, which is quite long and curly, I can even see his dick moving with the movements of his body. His shorts weren’t lying: he has a big cigar, quite dark, with a nice pink round glans. Pointing forward, on 2 big hairy balls, his resting cock isn’t very long (just over 4”?), but is quite thick… He puts everything in a tight boxer that compresses well his ass and prominently displays his cock which he now has pointing upwards.

“Shit, it’s always the same thing! These boxers are all too small for my gear!” He says to me, laughing and turning around to see the rendering of his ass, and he continues, “Make yourself comfortable if you want… It’s much too hot in here and we’re among guys, right?!”

“It is true that it is hot. But I have to keep an outfit in line with my tutor status…”

We get down to business by looking at what causes him the most problems in math. There will really be A LOT of work because in fact EVERYTHING is a problem for him! Starting even with his understanding of French!

“It’s clear that I’m much better at football than at school! Instead of looking at my notebook, people should look at my strong thighs instead! Look how muscular they are!”

“Yes, yes, Djamel… You have beautiful thighs, very powerful! But I’m here to help you progress at school… We’re not actually going to start with maths (I see him smiling — it’s true that he looks like an angel!), but we’re going to first have to work on your French a bit. The only thing I ask you to do for Wednesday evening is to write in one page about the coming weekend, what you will have done, what you will have liked or disliked…”

“A whole page?!”

“Yep, Djamel… A whole fucking page!”

He offers me a cold soda (it feels good!), we talk a little more and I go home. In my Parisian comfort…

The first thing I do: I get comfortable and finally release my cock, stretched to the maximum since my meeting with this handsome and sexy Djamel. I jerk off quickly thinking of this young guy full of vitality, his body full of testosterone, his round and hairy ass, his big brown cock, his football buddies in front of whom he must not fail to proudly show off his fat cock in the air, the good big bursts of spunk he must spit… What makes me cum like never before!

Same scenario on Wednesday at 6 p.m.: his mother, waiting in his room (this time with drippings still wet on the wall above his bed!), Djamel who arrives sweating, who changes clothes in front of me (getting stark naked, drying himself for minutes and putting on this time sweatpants… In commando mode!),…

To match the local color, I also came in tracksuits… But with boxers underneath!

Me sitting on his chair, he stands up in front of me as I read aloud the sheet of paper he handed me (the writing is very irregular bilecik escort and I correct here the spelling and syntax errors for your understanding):

“It was a good weekend for me. Friday night I went to the cinema in Paris with some buddies and we ate hamburgers. We tried to flirt with Parisian chicks, but we couldn’t fuck. Saturday I had a football match. We won 3 to 1. We partied in the locker room and I won the biggest dick contest. Sunday with Toufik we flirted with 2 girls. Good sluts who sucked us off. We swapped because mine thought my cock was too big. I tore the pussy of the second one well who also cried when I gave her a big facial. That was a very good week-end!

Finally, a poem, for girls:

At the picnic the sick chick

Licks my big big dick.

I squirt quick my big big sticky jizz

On the chick’s lips and cheeks.

My big big prick still leaks jizz.

The chick licks her lips.

My big big dick stinks.

Her cheeks are still sticky.”

“So, what do you say?” Djamel asks me with a slightly anxious look… And adding naively, “Hearing you read my poem, that put my dick to attention! Look, man!”

I did notice the front of his tracksuit swells outrageously, which of course woke up my libido and… my dick! But I force myself to come to my senses and tell him, “Djamel, we’re going to focus on your exercise. It is very good to have kept your commitment and to have written this…, this… document. There are a lot of spelling mistakes and the syntax is very rough. But, we’re going to rework all that kind of things by Christmas and you’ll see that we’ll get there!” He smiles, a little reassured.

His smile fades with the rest of my speech, “On the other hand, Djamel, we also have to work a lot on what I would call… moral values. Your life can’t just turn around football, chick pussies and your big big dick! You have to open up to other areas of interest: for example, you could have given information about the film you’re talking about… Your text reveals a very strong tendency to glorify yourself and think only of yourself. A strong selfishness emerges. Also, your relationship with girls suggests that you only see them as sexual toys to satisfy your own pleasure, with also obviously a real problem to obtain (or not) and respect their consent… Finally, the bragging that you show about your dick is pretty cheap…”

As I see his moist eyes, I realize I’ve gone too far. I pat his forearm a bit and smile at him kindly and say, “Don’t worry, Djamel, I too was 19 and behaved like a pretentious little prick… But I’m going to fight with you, for you… We will progress together! I was probably a bit harsh because, you see, for example, your poem is built on a lot of rich assonances and alliterations…”

“What are these fag things?”

“It’s the fact of repeating the same vowels and the same consonants in a whole series of words! And I understand that you spent a lot of time and energy to write it! It might be a bit too descriptive, but it’s very straight forward: you did a fucking real good job!”

I feel, despite my compliments, the anger rising in him and he says to me, “Anyway, the French you are all fags! You, you’re like my football coach who stares at my ass in the shower and starts getting hard when he sees my upright fat cock! Like him, you’re ready to kneel in front of me to suck me off! You believe I didn’t see you checking my ass and drooling over my big cock only a few minutes ago?! In fact, you’re jealous because I’m better hung than you!”

In fact, he is right this “little” prick! Anger has given him back all of his arrogance, pride, and alpha male charisma. I admire his fiery gaze and his body glistening with sweat. As if to back up his words, he runs his hand over the front of his tracksuit where I can see his dick pushing the fabric. I stare at the bulge longingly…

He understands that he has control over me. That I am ready to be dominated!

Djamel then lowers bingöl escort the bottom of his tracksuit and wedges it under his big balls. His cock is already stiff and proudly looks at the ceiling. He jerks off slowly in front of me, defying me with his insolent gaze. I lick my lips. He smiles ironically. He lets go of his cock and wiggles his pelvis to make it wobble in front of his hairy abs. His dick is so long that his big pink glans rubs the hairs of his navel where it deposits precum…

As I’m at a good eye level (and I’m a good connoisseur!), I see that his rod must be almost 10” (not bad for a young guy of 19)! As for the girth, it’s approaching the one of a RedBull can: no wonder he wins the competition for the biggest dick on his football team! I’m sure his buddies don’t miss taking a good interested stare at his fat manhood proudly swaying in between his strong hairy thighs when he parades through the locker room!

A little hypnotized by his big snake which undulates and taken in my thoughts occupied by all these young guys with their dicks in the air in their locker room, I didn’t feel the hand that Djamel had just passed behind my head… He doesn’t need to insist that I bring my mouth closer to his big glans, which frankly stinks a bit of piss!

And I suck his dick enthusiastically. I lick his balls. I take most of his big cock deep in my throat (Yes, I have a big welcoming mouth!). It makes him moan with pleasure. He shoves it all the way into my mouth, almost choking me. I have to grab him by his firm buttocks for him to withdraw: a long trickle of saliva stretches between my mouth and his throbbing cock.

He sticks his big stiff dick again in my mouth, goes back and forth a few times, withdraws again and finally sends 12 or 13 big jets of a very creamy and very sticky cum. I have it all over my face and in my hair; it’s dripping on my T-shirt and tracksuit…

“Wow Djamel! You are one hell of a good juicer! And you really know how to use your big big cock!”

He smiles, feels his balls a bit (to check if there’s still a little juice left?!) and throws one of his dirty boxers in my face so that I can wipe myself off. Then he says to me, very sure of himself, “Now that you’ve seen that I’m not lying about my big fat cock (he laughs), nor about my copious jizz, show me what you are capable of! Come on, dude!”

Even though I know I’m going to lose, I stand up to him. I pull down my tracksuit and see him smile when he sees me jerking off my cock. I’m usually happy with it, but my 7.5” actually seems really short compared to its monster which is still at attention. We now jerk off in front of each other. I start moaning. Him too. Without warning, he squirts again and shoots on my chest and stomach 8 or 9 heavy spurts of the same concentrated cum. It triggers my own emptying which is limited to 7 or 8 jets which fall to the ground because Djamel slipped away, just in time!

Happy with his victory without question, he laughs and throws again his old boxer already full of his sperm in my face. I wipe myself without saying anything.

We pack up our cocks which are starting to get back to their usual size and I leave saying we meet on Friday (not without having slipped his boxers full of his gooey spunk into my pocket — I often sniff it and it always makes me cum in a minute!)

Our collaboration has been beneficial to everyone: Djamel’s school results have only improved month after month! For his part, he rewarded me with good shots of his sperm so concentrated and so sticky! But I always put my tutoring before sex: at each session, we started with 30 minutes of serious academic work, then spent half an hour (or more!) to our exchanges of sperm…

Everything went kind of out of control at the end of the year, when Djamel started to bring some of his football teammates for the second part of our sessions: it always ended up with my face covered in their abundant juices, after sucking their young big brown cocks!

Delighted with the results obtained by Djamel in high school, the tutoring association of Saint-Denis is counting on me for a new tutoring as of next September; I was told about a “young Algerian aged 19 who thinks more about his boxing fights than his high school lessons…” I can hardly wait!

THANKS FOR READING!

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Introduction

“Fuck me,” Alicia said. Well, not said exactly. She thought it as loud as she could, but she wouldn’t be saying anything. Instead she ground her teeth into the rubber cock shaped gag in her mouth. A slight noise escaped her mouth and the man sitting at the desk looked up curiously. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask her a question but then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his screens, typing rapidly.

Alicia swayed there tied to a cross bar, wearing heels, the mouth gag and her favorite diamond earrings as she contemplated how she got in this position. The bet was a sure thing. There was no way to lose. How could she lose? And yet she did lose and was swaying naked in her friend’s office while he ignored her to work.

The Bet

Two years earlier Alicia had met Rick at a coffee shop near his office and struck up a conversation. She was trying to make money for her home business and had just spend $12,000 on a website but didn’t get anything from it. She and her web developer were sitting a table over and the developer had just asked for more money to build a Google AdWords campaign. Alicia said, “But I just paid you for a new website and SEO! But I haven’t gotten any leads yet. And now you want even more money for an AdWords budget? When will I get results?” The developer shrugged and said, “Sometimes you don’t! It’s not my fault. Blame Google!” before storming out.

“Pardon me, but that didn’t sound positive,” Rick introduced himself. Alicia spent the next half hour talking through her frustrations with spending money on marketing and not getting any results. Rick listened carefully and asked her if she was serious about growing.

“Yeah, I just blew a bunch of money on that jerkwad. What do you think I’m trying to do? But I haven’t found anything that works!”

Rick explained how he built growth plans for companies and he’d be interested in doing some free coaching for her. She was cute and he appreciated both her ambition and frustration in wanting to grow but getting screwed by a vendor who didn’t have any clear metrics to abide by. The next week she met him at his office and they began a coaching relationship that lasted a few years. Along with the coaching went a little flirting, of course.

Both of them were married but enjoyed the banter with each other over a business driven conversation.

In May this year Alicia had gone into Rick’s private bathroom and seen a picture on the wall of a nude woman standing on a sheet of ice in the middle of winter. Returning to the chairs and coffee she brought the picture with. “Who is this?”

He blushed, “Just a friend. Well, more than a friend. A few years ago we fooled around but then she found someone new. But that picture was beautiful so she let me keep it. I like beautiful women and I thought her standing on the ice in winter was stunning.”

“Is that why you put up with me?”

“No! Well, kinda. You think about what we talk about and do some of it. That’s why you’ve doubled your business in the past few years. But, yeah, you’re sexy as hell. I’d love to have you standing in the corner as a piece of art for my office,” Rick winked mischievously.

Alicia laughed, “Yeah and I’d love an all-expenses paid trip to Puerto Vallarta for me and my girlfriends. But neither of us are likely to get what we want, are we, Mister?”

She leaned forward to grab her coffee and flashed him a little cleavage. She had paid good money for these tits, and flirting with men was a good way to justify that purchase.

Rick laughed with her and made no attempt to hide his ogling. “Well, that may be true.”

The two of them tittered nervously before Alicia changed the subject. “So, you watching the NBA finals?”

“Absolutely! Cavs in six!” He replied confidently while grabbing Alicia a Coors Light and himself a Summit Saga from his fridge.

“No fucking way. Warriors in five. Maybe even four!” Alicia taunted as she opened her beer at him.

“Keep dreaming, girl. LeBron wants this one. He can taste it.”

Alicia grinned and said, “Wanna bet?”

Rick smiled and said quickly, “Yeah. If the Warriors win I’ll buy your trip for you and your galpals. If the Cavs win, you come here and be some artwork for me for an afternoon.”

“That’s not fair,” Alicia blurted.

“What’s not fair about it?”

“You don’t stand a chance. That’s what’s not fair. Agreed Mr. Sales Consultant Guy,” Alicia grinned as she reached out to shake hands on the deal.

The Office 2:00PM

Who would have thought the Cavs would come back and win? But win they did and Alicia kept her end of the bargain. At 2PM sharp she stepped into Rick’s office. He was on the phone with someone and pointed to the soft brown couch in the corner of the office. He was typing away on his laptop furiously, asking quiet but direct questions of the person on the phone.

“Are you sure that’s what you said? I think you should walk away from this deal. I know. But if they won’t work with you on your terms, you have to work with them on theirs. Are you kahramanmaraş escort sure that’s what you want?” Rick’s brow furrowed as he shook his head. “Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” A pause. “Yes, come by if you need me. I understand. Bye.”

Time stopped as he hung up the phone and Alicia inhaled deeply. Rick looked up, his driven business personality still there even as his mouth twitched with amusement. “Well, here we are. And frankly, when the Cavs were down 2-0 and then 3-1 I thought I was going to have to call a travel agent. But I was right about LeBron! I won’t rub it in.” He stood and went to the bar and poured Alicia a light Vodka Tonic with a wedge of lime. “Drink this.” He raised his full coffee mug and they clinked glasses. “Here’s to lucky bets and beautiful women!”

Alicia blushed and sipped her drink. “Yeah, I was so excited there, I told my friend I expected to win a trip and that she’d be coming with! I think I got her hopes up. But yeah, you won. So what exactly are you going to do with me?”

“You have five minutes to finish that drink, and then you will stand and I will prepare you to be my piece of art! Meanwhile, I have a bit of work to do,” Rick winked and took off his suit coat and hung it on a hanger in his closet. He went into the bathroom and then opened a door Alicia had not been through before. It was always locked and even now, he didn’t let her peek in. He leaned out and told her to keep her eyes on her drink while he rummaged around.

Two minutes later he reappeared with a box he seemed to struggle with. He set the box down and sat down on the floor. From the box he extracted an Allen wrench and a heavy disk on the floor. The disk was about two feet in diameter and had a hole in the center of it. A power cord trailed off but Rick did not yet plug it in. First he attached a three foot segment of steel chrome pole. And then to that he added a second.

“Stand up, please?” the question offered politeness veiled in the steel of command.

Alicia stood up and Rick directed her to stand next to the pole. Her five foot six body stood next to the six foot pole as he pulled out a cross bar and began to attach it. “You may sit and finish your drink, but you only have a minute or two before I will take the glass from you.”

To the three feet wide chrome cross beam he hung two carabineer hooks with silken rope attached to them. Then he affixed a similar chrome tube through the base of the device and attached two similar hooks with rope. Stepping back he looked at Alicia and then back at the contraption. Alicia began to wonder exactly what she had gotten into and started with, “Um . . . “

Rick sat down with his cup of coffee. “I’m going to turn you into a work of art for a few hours. But that is all. We’re friends and business associates so I will thoroughly enjoy my win but I won’t take advantage of the situation. But now, Alicia, bottoms up with your drink. It’s time to strip.” He handed her two hangers and a cloth bag for her extras. “If you like you can do so in the bathroom but I will come get you in three minutes if you are not out here.” He then quietly bent over and plugged in the device.

Alicia took the hangers and drained her drink. All the years of light flirtation had never led her to think she’d actually be nude in front of Rick. Sure, she had occasionally imagined herself in bed with him when her husband tried his boring attempts at lovemaking. Rick was firm and controlling in any situation – as he was here. But also patient to explain things she hadn’t been trained on. He had admired her ambition but enjoyed seeing her curves and beauty. So. There it was, except now even more so. She handed him her glass and said, “I have nothing to hide from you, why start now?” with a smirk. She swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. As Rick had occasionally suspected, she rarely wore anything underneath and today there seemed no point. Her full breasts popping out and swaying slightly. She placed her blouse and skirt on the hangers provided and walked over to the closet.

Rick gulped as he took in his first full vision of this beautiful woman, her ass bouncing as she moved to the closet. But seizing command of himself he took her hand and led her to the contraption. “Stand on the disc,” he said while lifting her right hand to the rope hanging down. Deftly he secured her hand in the rope while neither cutting off circulation nor giving her any hope of wiggling free.

Alicia breathed heavily, her breasts swelling up and down. She was wondering how far this would go. Just being nude in this office where she had done so much was an immense turn on. But also losing the ability to control the situation for three hours had her more than a little nervous. Then he took her left hand and did the same while looking straight at her face. She believed in action and here she was deprived of it. Her left hand was secured and then Rick tied both her feet to the bottom cross bar and she stood exposed on this gray disc. She could move kastamonu escort her limbs a few inches each, so she wouldn’t cramp up, but there was no illusion. If she tried moving too much, she would fall over on her face and not be able to stop it.

Pulling a small leather strapped cock from his pocket he instructed her to open her mouth and he slid it in when she did so. Then securing its straps around the back of her head, he tugged the straps tight to make sure it didn’t move.

When he was satisfied Rick stepped back and sipped his coffee to appreciate his creation. He always thought Alicia was beautiful and now he was able to enjoy her in the full flower of her body. He stepped close to Alicia and kissed her quietly on the cheek. “This should be fun, my beauty. Try to enjoy it.”

Then he stepped back and pointed a remote control at the base of the device. With the push of a button it began to turn slowly, exposing her naked body at every angle to the master of the room.

The Build Up

Two weeks previously Alicia watched game two of the NBA finals. Her Warriors were up a handy 2 games to none over the Cleveland Cavaliers and it didn’t look like there was any fight left in the Cavs. She was sitting with her friend Nikki and let slip that she had something cooking.

“Do you watch basketball?”

“No, not really. I don’t really do much with sports other than take my kids to practice. Why?”

Alicia nervously smiled and said, “I sort of have a bet going. The NBA finals are going on and I made a bet with that guy Rick I told you about. He thinks I’m hot and I bet him that if my team won the finals, he would buy us all inclusive tickets to Puerto Vallarta. My team is the Golden State Warriors and they are leading the series two to nothing!”

Nikki’s eyes opened wide, “How many games more do they have to win?”

“Just two more and we get the trip!” Alicia gleefully said.

“Yeah, but what happens if the other team comes back and wins?” Nikki was curious. She knew that Alicia’s relationship with Rick was flirtatious and often wondered why Rick gave so much time to her. She was sure that her friend was sucking him off or more and had occasionally asked, but Alicia always said no. And the two of them didn’t keep secrets between each other, but still Nikki wondered. Alicia got a bit nervous, but Nikki pushed and asked, again, “What happens if you lose the bet?”

“I have to be ‘art’ in his office.”

“What does THAT mean?!” Nikki panicked.

“Well, he gets to put me on display. I saw this nude picture in his bathroom and I asked about it. He said he likes the art of beautiful women on display in places you are surprised by. That led to our bet. He said he wants me to be living art for a few hours. But I’m not sure exactly what that means,” Alicia felt nervous even telling her friend that much.

Nikki grinned, “He probably just wants to fuck you. Although why you’re not fucking already I don’t know. Or are you?”

“NO! I mean, I’ve thought about it when fucking Mark, but it’s always so business with Rick. Plus, he’s a bit scary.”

Nikki smiled and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, he’s very driven. He gets what he wants but has respect. Like, I don’t know what he’d do if I’d lost the bet. Might be scary,” Alicia tittered.

“Good thing you’re going to win it then!” Nikki laughed. “You’re taking me with you, right?”

“Yep!”

Later that night Alicia watched her Warriors lose to the Cavs. Still up 2 games to 1 she was pretty confident she would win the bet, but if the Cavs made a series of it, that could be exciting. She thought about what it might be like to lose the bet. What would Rick make her do? Two nights later, she was beginning to make plans as her Warriors stormed back to take a commanding 3-1 lead in the series.

That night she climbed in bed with her husband and he started grabbing her tits. His breath smelled of whisky as he squeezed them artlessly His lips found hers and then her neck and a few short thrusts with his hips and she felt him dozing off on her chest. Fortunately he didn’t orgasm this time and she didn’t have to get up to wipe. It certainly wasn’t the best experience she’d ever had. But he was her husband. And that was what she had. She rolled her husband off of her and her fingers found her buttons and begin playing with them. If her husband wouldn’t get her off, she could imagine about what might have been at Rick’s office. It was almost a certainty that she would win the bet as no team had ever come back from being down 3-1 in the NBA finals. The games would play themselves out, but Steph Curry would win her a trip and she would have fun. But what if she had lost? Her fingers circled her clit as she pondered and enjoyed a small orgasm at the thought of being naked in Rick’s office.

The Office 2:20PM

Rick looked up from the clock. It was 2:20, but only he knew that. He had deliberately removed all time pieces from view and only the lower right corner of his computer screen kept him on kayseri escort track. He stood up and walked over to Alicia. Leaning back against the desk he looked at how beautiful she was. The gag was the only mar on her body, causing her to drool a little bit. Rick reached over with a tissue and wiped the drool off Alicia’s chin.

As she stood on the spinning disk she started to sway her hips to some silent soundtrack in her head. She only had a few inches to work with but her ass moved back and forth, in and out while she played within her confined space. Rick stepped forward and touched her hip with two fingers and as she spun around he traced a line on her, the curve of her hip, her left ass cheek, the divot between them at the top, the right ass cheek and then around her right hip across her thigh and right at the top of her narrow tuft of hair.

Reaching for the remote in his pocket, Rick stopped the device, asking, “You probably should have some water. And would you like to use the bathroom?” His captive nodded yes but kept swaying her hips. He untied the silk ropes from her legs and while he worked on the ropes securing her arms Alicia slid her heeled foot up Rick’s leg, enjoying her freedom. When she was completely free she stepped off the platform and slid her ass against Rick’s body, finding him turned on. With a quick wiggle she felt him stiffen in his pants before she sauntered off to the bathroom, hips swaying.

Rick reached down and adjusted his hardening cock while she was temporarily absent. Shaking his head and smiling he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “Let it all come out now, you won’t get another bathroom break for a while!” He got a mumbled response from the gagged woman which he presume meant she understood. While she was absent he made a quick adjustment to the poles on the device to mix things up.

When she returned, Rick removed the gag so she could drink the water. “Are you having fun?”

Alicia, sipped the water slowly, “Oh yes. God, it’s so hot being there. I think I love it best when I watch you working and realize I really am just decorating your office. But then you look up and watch me for a minute. You bite your lip and it is cute.”

Rick grinned, “Yeah, it is kind of a bigger version of what it is like to coach you. We flirt, I see you aren’t wearing a bra and I lose track of where we are. I see you smile because you’ve caught me and then we get back on track. But finish your water Ms. Work of Art.” Alicia finishes her water and tosses it expertly in the trash basket behind his’s desk.

Alicia was led to the contraption, but this time the cross bar was only halfway up her body. As she was tied to the device she would have her arms out at her waist and not have them held above her head. Hands and feet tied, Rick leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped just shy. She reached to kiss him back but he remained just out of reach, and slid his fingers up her chest and caught her throat between his forefinger and thumb. “Comfy?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned lasciviously. “How do I look?”

“Ravishing. But unfortunately, I will need to put this on for the next little bit. I’m sure you’ll understand.” Reaching in his desk he drew out a red artists face mask that covered her whole face.

There were only holes for her nose and eyes, and as he secured it to her head, she asked,

“Why?”

“Because I wish it. I also wish silence at this time. Do you need the ball gag as well?”

“No. I’m just curious,” She replied before swaying her hips at him again. Her eyes smiled and he turned the rotation device on again.

Rick returned to his desk, and began typing, catching himself biting his lip but he let it go because she had mentioned it. A few minutes later there was a quick knock at the door. He stood and went over, and opened it slightly. Alicia’s heart jumped. What was going on? Here she was, fully nude on display and now someone else was coming in the office. Seconds later, the door was opened fully and another man in a blue striped suit walked in and immediately noticed her.

“Rick, my god man, is that even legal? Where do you get one of those?” The stranger was British, but that didn’t stop him from ogling Alicia’s naked frame as her red masked face turned to look him in the eye. Looking her up and down he commented, “And where did you get that rotator device? That’s delightful – and quite perfect.”

Rick quickly stepped between the stranger and Alicia. “She lost a very creative bet. I admired her for making it, and I admire her even more for being a good sport in losing. But Roger – it’s look but don’t touch.” Roger was reaching his hand out to caress a breast but quickly drew back at the rebuke.

The man called Roger leaned in, looking carefully at Alicia as she spun slowly. “Damn. Well, excellent catch. Those arms look like she has some martial arts training or aggressive lifting. Those tits look expensive, though. You remember how I bought Martha some a few years ago and the really good ones – like these – are NOT cheap. The trick is to leave no scars.” Then squatting down to get a closer view, “And runners thighs and those abs, wow. My grandmother could do laundry on those.” They all could see Roger looking closely at her pussy, but no one commented about the obvious explicitness of the scene. “Well, if she likes making bets, I’d be happy to wager with her!”

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San Francisco was scary! It’s funny how you can live so close to a place all your life and never visit, but I had to go for a week of training for my new job.

The train ride from my little town in the Central Valley was fun, though I admit that traveling without my husband was a little scary. People just walk around on the train. Every time a man walked past I was afraid he was going to ask if he could sit down, so I put my bag in the empty seat on the aisle. I felt kind of silly afterward. Everybody kept to themselves.

When we finally got to San Francisco it was just so huge and busy: people and cars everywhere, and the buildings! I couldn’t get over how tall some of them were. I walked from the station to my hotel, which had to be 50 stories tall. The lobby looked like a palace, with its marble floors and fancy furniture. The fanciest hotel I ever stayed in before that was a Holiday Inn.

“Can you put me on the highest floor?” I asked the desk clerk.

He typed for a little while, then he said, “I can’t get you all the way to the top, but I’ll get you as high as I can.”

He did, too! The elevator ride to 28 took forever. After the 21st floor there were just two of us left on the elevator: me and a man in a nice suit. He looked harmless enough, but it was still scary being stuck like that. I breathed a little easier when the doors finally opened.

My room was incredible, much nicer than our boring old house. You probably wouldn’t think it was anything fancy-just a bed, a bathroom, and a big TV-but it was my first time traveling alone and my first time in the city.

Everything seemed so glamorous, especially the view. Being up high like that was like something out of a movie, with all the lights. I could hear the traffic way down below, and if I pressed my forehead against the glass I could see the tiny cars. And just across the street was another hotel that was as tall as mine. It was kind of strange being so high yet still being at eye level with the people across the street. I don’t know, I can’t really explain it.

Going to dinner by myself was intimidating, but my new boss told me that I had to try this seafood restaurant and I didn’t want to make a bad first impression. I changed clothes, packed my book and went downstairs for a taxi.

Did you know that in San Francisco they have cameras in all of the cabs? They are for the drivers’ safety, but it made me feel a little better knowing that he was being watched, too. And then I got to thinking about all the things that can happen in the back of a taxi, and I wondered whether some pervert was sitting in a room full of monitors somewhere getting a free show.

***

When I got back to my room I slipped out of my bra and my skirt. It’s funny, when you’re married you get so used to doing things a certain way. I was alone in my hotel room, but I was still tiptoeing around like eskişehir escort I was going to wake up my husband. It took me a second, but when I realized what I was doing I had to laugh. It was almost like I’d forgotten what it was like to be alone.

I turned on the radio and danced along, all by myself. How wonderful it felt to move around and not worry about what anybody else thought. That song from that one movie came on, the one where the lady strips for her boyfriend. I can’t remember the name, but I love that song. It’s so sexy. The movie is, too, the way that the actress pushes her right hip up in time with the music. I watched myself in the mirror behind the desk until I got it just right.

I felt so sexy, alone in my hotel room-just me and the music. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse in time with the song, rocking my hips just like she did. I ran my hands across my tummy, cupped my breasts, teased the waistband of my panties with my fingertips.

And then I remembered the window. I’d forgotten to close the curtains. A man was watching me from the hotel across the street. He was dressed, but he was hidden from the waist down behind the wall. I can’t say for sure, but it was pretty obvious from the look on his face and the way his shoulder was moving what he was doing.

I clinched my blouse closed and tried to curl up so that he couldn’t see my underwear while I looked frantically for the stupid cord that closes the curtains. Oh my god, it was so embarrassing. No, it was more than that. I felt violated, angry. It was my mistake for leaving the curtains open, but what kind of man does that? I thought about calling his hotel and reporting him, but I didn’t know what room he was in. For a minute I considered calling my husband, but then he’d just worry about me or get angry.

So I just went to bed and tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t stop. I liked finally having some time alone. I liked feeling sexy in front of the mirror. I liked the adrenaline rush of getting caught, and the way he looked at me. He was so close, but at the same time he wasn’t. Honestly? I liked being a little bad but in the safety of my own room.

That night I couldn’t stop touching. It’s not something I get to do very often, and honestly I probably wouldn’t anyway. But alone in my hotel bedroom with nobody to bother me and that scared/excited feeling still pumping through my veins, I just couldn’t stop. I turned over onto my tummy and slipped my hand inside of my panties and rocked against my fingers, replaying the look on the stranger’s face, like an animal, like he’d eat my alive. I imagined him crashing into my room and ripping the duvet from the bed, tearing my panties off and taking me from behind. When I came I screamed so loudly into my pillow that I started laughing.

***

The next night I sat at the little desk in my gaziantep escort hotel room and pretended to work. His light never came on. Maybe he checked out. I stood by the window and looked into the rooms across the street. It was kind of like that old game show, Hollywood Squares I think it was called, but instead of celebrities I was peeking into people’s private spaces.

What I realized is that most people are pretty boring, but there was one room. All I could see was the man’s legs from the knees down, lying on his bed, and his television. He was watching pornography. On the screen a woman had the man in her mouth, and then she turned around and got on her hands and knees on the bed. The camera man moved in really close so you could see everything. She held her cheeks open with her hands and the man licked her bottom, then he penetrated her.

My husband has asked me to do that a few times, and I’ve always thought there’s just no way that can be pleasurable. But the woman on the screen looked like she was enjoying it, and there was something so dirty about watching a stranger’s pornography. The owner of those feet picked this. Of all the things he could’ve watched, this was what turned him on.

When I crawled into bed I couldn’t get the image out of my mind: The actress being stretched open, the stranger’s legs on top of the bedspread. I felt between my legs. My fingers were drenched. I reached behind me and pressed my wet finger against my bottom. It was so tight, but my finger slid in easily. I squeezed my muscles, and my bottom clinched around my finger; I pushed against my hand and let it slide deeper. The sensation was fine, but I could see where my husband would get a lot out of it. Mostly it was just a turn on doing something so forbidden.

At first, at least, but the longer I played the better it started to feel. I closed my eyes and imagined the stranger with the legs watching me take it from behind like that. I turned over and rose up onto my knees, shoulders on the bed, one hand on my clitoris and the other fingering my ass.

***

Every night that week was something different. I saw a nice looking man change out of his work clothes into a bra and panties, then lie on his bed and masturbate. I watched another man sucking on a rubber penis while he watched television. He didn’t seem terribly turned on, more like a baby with a pacifier or something. In one room an older couple had sex. They weren’t very hot, but they were enthusiastic and that made up for it.

But what I really wanted was to be seen, like on that first night. I wanted that rush of fear, excitement, and adrenaline. So when I got home from work on my last night in San Francisco, I turned on the radio and danced a little bit as I took off my shoes and jewelry. I untucked my blouse and removed my belt, and then I danced over to giresun escort the dresser and put it away.

I unbuttoned my cuffs, and I turned toward the window and slowly opened my blouse. Standing there exposed like that in just my bra and slacks, I was shaking. I walked over to the desk and leaned over so that I looked like I was reading something on my computer, my palms on the desk. With one hand I unbuttoned my slacks, then I shimmied my hips until they slid to the floor.

And there I stood, bent over my desk with my pantied bottom sticking out, pretending I was engrossed in what I was reading, too scared to look toward the window to see if anyone was watching. I don’t know how long I stayed there, but then I casually walked toward the bathroom, unfastening my bra as I went.

My nipples were so erect, my whole body covered in goose pimples. The face that stared back at me from the bathroom mirror was one I hadn’t seen in years: flushed, sleepy-eyed. I didn’t even have to touch to know how wet I was.

I came back out and laid on the bed. I chewed on my fingernail and tried to look bored while I flipped through the television stations. I ran my fingertips along my tummy, my ribcage, under my breasts, over my areolae, down into my panties. My fingertip slid between my lips and found my clit.

Were they looking? I didn’t know, I didn’t care. That’s not true: I cared a lot. I wanted them to see me. I wanted to turn them on. I turned and looked. An attractive man leaned against the edge of his window, smiling at me. I smiled back, then I closed my eyes and kept touching.

My juice was all over me. There was so much that my fingers slipped in easily, first two, then three. I even squeezed my pinky in, I was so open. I rubbed my wet hand on my mound, felt the sweet juice clinging to my hair. I rubbed my soaking fingers along my labia until everything down there was covered in me.

When I opened my eyes again he was still there, but now his shirt was unbuttoned and his hand was moving just below the windowsill. The look on his face was exactly what I’d seen in my mirror. He motioned to me with his other hand, but I couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell me—just one finger stirring the air.

I took a guess and scooted my hips around so that my crotch was facing the window, and then I propped myself up on some pillows. I spread my knees and looked between them. He was now pumping fast, his jaw clinched tightly. I rubbed until I couldn’t hold back anymore, and then I closed my eyes and let it happen. The orgasm shook me so hard I wanted to cry. When I opened them he was gone.

***

The next morning I was back on the train on my way home: back to my husband, back to my little town in the Central Valley. Back to my quiet little house where nothing happens. We stopped at a station and more passengers boarded. A tall man who looked to be about my age stopped in the aisle beside me. “Is this seat taken?” he asked.

“No, it isn’t,” I said, and I moved my purse so that he could sit beside me, our bare arms bumping against each other’s, my skirt climbing above my knee when I crossed my legs. Moving, climbing, all the way to somewhere.

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— On The Plane —

Emi looked out of the jet plane window. They were over the Philippine sea and there was a clear blue sky. Soon they would land in Taiwan and then take a propeller plane somewhere between Taiwan and the Philippines. Apparently, it was a privately owned island.

She thought of home. Or at least, what she used to think of as home. She wondered how her brothers and father were getting along without her. She wondered how Evan was fairing. She had liked how he was starting to become a man after having lived with a woman, but now she feared that he might regress back into his old teen ways. She wondered if he was still reading those types of stories, trying to escape from reality and the pain of his loss.

Emi could certainly relate to loss. Her whole world had turned upside-down in the span of just a few short months. Everything had been normal before that. Work had been fun and safe, but then suddenly everything seemed to be about nudity. If she was super-girl, as Sam kept calling her, then nudity was definitely her kryptonite.

It all started with those stupid stories. Deep down Emi wished that she had never read them. She knew that we are a product of our environment and now a tiny piece of her innocence had been lost because of those stories. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was just the stories but she now realized that Doug’s topless poster had also not been good for her. It had kept the stories fresh in her mind. The leash often reminded her of them, and just having a nude slave in the office reminded her of mailgirls, of Danica. It didn’t help that she was also Japanese. It didn’t help that the poster was of an Asian girl that resembled her.

That was all bad enough but then the whole Woo thing had happened. She still needed to block Woo out of her mind. She refused to let that destroy her. She refused to be a victim, even though she was. He was just a pathetic old man who risked his whole life just to see her without clothes. What was it with men and nudity, she thought? What was he doing or planning to do with her pictures? She didn’t want to think about that.

She thought of Jeffery, once again. He had been on her mind a lot recently. She tried to keep her thoughts pure and just remember how he had helped her, but she just could not forget how his eyes had looked when he had seen that first topless picture. Then when she opened the next picture he had seen everything. Why had she opened that next picture in front of him? What had she been thinking?

He saw her breasts. He saw her… everything, her pubic area. He saw her completely naked on a big screen. He was a co-worker. A young man. It was so embarrassing. How much did he really see? How many pictures did he look at before he came to tell her? Also, he had that full-frontal picture on his phone. How many times had he looked at it before telling her about it? Did he zoom in and look at it carefully, memorizing every detail?

She shook her head and tried to get a hold of her run-away imagination. Jeffery was just a good person who had been helping her, she told herself, once again. Why did she keep torturing herself with the details?

Her seat was feeling warm, so she shifted a bit. The airplane was too warm. She took a sip of water and tried to stop thinking about exposed her body had been. But it was hard to stop thinking about that. The whole thing with the swimsuits and then the big deal. Mr. Lim and his outrageous comments that they were going to have to work in the nude. Work in the nude! Or expose themselves on a public beach. That was crazy!

Despite all that had happened, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself when she thought of where she was headed right now. After all of that, she was now flying to a nudist resort!

She knew that there was no way she would have gotten on this plane without seeing the strength and sanity of Becca and Su-Ning. Those two women were the one comforting thing in this crazy world. Just thinking about them made her feel better.

Things were definitely turning around. A great new job with excellent pay, new co-worker friends, she had become the lead, then that big deal. Now here they all were flying to some island in Asia.

It was surreal how much change had happened in such a short period of time. Emi hoped that life on the island would be slower and more peaceful so that they could just relax and move forward building great apps.

“Suck my ass!” Sam blurted suddenly into the piece of paper on which she was writing. “Identify yourself. Any wrong answer can be grounds for prosecution. Choose only one. Asian or Caucasian,” she read out loud with disgust. “So what am I, Emi?” she asked incredulously.

“Um…” Emi hesitated.

“That’s exactly right,” Sam blurted. “No matter what I say, there is a chance some idiot will say it’s wrong and have grounds to prosecute me, because of this stupid piece of paper,” she spat with disgust.

“Quit being a drama queen Sam. You do this every time,” Becca said from across the aisle. “It hatay escort doesn’t matter what you mark because both are correct.”

Hannah stuck her head out from the seat beside Becca. “I say neither, she’s an alien, not from this world. What’s the word again? Oh right, she’s a HAPA,” said Hannah with a smile.

Sam stuck her tongue out at Hannah.

“Hapa?” Emi asked.

“It means ‘half’ in Hawaiian,” Becca explained. “Commonly used to describe runty little half-breeds,” she smiled.

Sam gave her the finger.

They landed in Taiwan and looked around the exotic airport for a while before they boarded a smaller propeller aircraft to fly out towards the small island.

After they had again been flying for a while, Emi grabbed a hand-full of brochures from the seat pocket in front of her. One had a small map of the island. There was one city, three towns and lots of beachfront with resorts scattered all around the perimeter of the island.

“What is the name of our resort?” Emi asked Becca, over the roaring noise of the propeller plane.

“You won’t find it on the map. I’m not sure they have a name for it yet. It’s still under construction or at least not yet open,” Becca said loudly.

Emi noticed that one of the small towns on the far side of the map was called Hapa. She pointed it out to Becca with a smile.

Becca snatched the map from Emi. “Hey half-breed! Emi found your long lost people,” and tossed the map to a bewildered Sam.

Sam looked at it for a moment. “My people!” she yelled, her eyes almost popping out of her head. But then after a moment of consideration, she said. “Probably just some foreign name that doesn’t mean the same thing.”

Becca passed Sam another info pamphlet.

“Holy-shit, my people!” she yelled again, smiling like an idiot. “Thanks, carrot-top!”

Hannah was fixing her bun. “Let me see!” she said as she leaned over with her hands still on her bun.

“Back-off, cream-puff!” Sam warned angrily, hugging the pamphlet to her chest.

Everyone laughed.

Emi felt a brief moment of jealousy. They all have cute nicknames, she thought. Well, on second thought, they are not so cute, she chuckled.

“Oh look,” Sam said excitedly, “I CAN specify HAPA for my identity.” She smiled in astonishment.

Emi looked at the declaration forms. It was true. However, she found it odd that ‘Asian’ and ‘Japanese’ were both there separately.

“That’s probably just an old form that they have never bothered to update,” Becca said, noting Emi’s confusion and where her finger was. “Back during World War II, this place was occupied by the Japanese briefly,” Becca informed her while passing Emi a historical pamphlet.

Wonderful, Emi thought. I’m the enemy here.

“It was a long time ago. I’m sure it’s nothing,” Becca assured Emi, over the roaring of the plane.

“English is the official language here,” Hannah announced. “They have so many languages. The second most common language is Filipino, followed by Mandarin. Spanish is a distant fourth that the more elderly tend to know. They also have a mixed lingo that some of the youth like to use, Hokaglish. It’s a fun mix of English, Filipino, and Mandarin,” she read from the brochure.

The plane’s seatbelt warnings came on. They were about to land. Everyone put away the brochures and pamphlets.

— The Resort —

The airport security personnel were scary looking. They had machine guns and assault rifles. The passport checks were all going fairly quick until they looked at Emi’s passport. Emi remained calm as they spent extra time looking back and forth at her and the passport, but finally, they waved her through. Finally, everyone’s bags were all scanned again as if they were going to board another airplane, but it went fairly smoothly.

After they picked up their luggage Su-Ning came to greet them all. She was very well dressed in classy but light clothes, ideal for the hot and humid climate.

“Becca!” Su-Ning ran up and excitedly shook her hand. “You must all be tired, I have a limo waiting to take you all to the resort,” she said excitedly as she led everyone to the airport exit doors.

Once outside a blast of hot and humid air hit Emi. She felt overdressed as Su-Ning and the driver helped everyone load their luggage into the trunk. Then they all got in and the limo pulled away from the small airport.

“There sure was a lot of scary-looking security,” Sam said as she looked back at the airport.

Su-Ning smiled. “No, they are not scary. Scary is NOT having them. These islands, as you might know, were once a hub of Mafia control. Over thirty years ago a bunch of Chinese-Filipino merchants banded together and cleaned up this one island in the middle,” she explained.

“Mafia?” Sam said incredulously.

“Not a single mafia incident in over twenty years,” Su-Ning said proudly. “We actually have the highest safety rating in the entire Philippines area she said. Which is why this island’s tourism business ığdır escort is booming,” she said with a slight Filipino accent.

As they drove along, the girls all looked out of the windows excitedly. The landscape was bright and full of little hills and winding roads and palm trees. It was very exotic. It was paradise, thought Emi.

After almost a half-hour of driving, they arrived in a small town. They drove down the main strip just behind a row of buildings along the waterfront. There was a fast-food ‘Jollibee’ hamburger joint. There was also a small supermarket, a mini-movie theatre, a Starbucks clone, a Seven-Eleven clone, and various corner stores and businesses.

“Yes! Tomb Raider, coming soon,” Sam said excitedly as she watched the theatre pass by. She bumped fists with Becca and they smiled at each other.

Su-Ning pointed to a four-story medium-sized office building on the waterfront that was between two massive beachfront hotels. “That’s the central marketing building on the island. Recently I have been working with them on some ideas for the apps that we need. They also have their own dev team and have supported us up until now,” she explained. “The resort will soon be open. It’s three miles up the beach around the corner.”

Next, they passed some motels and cafes along the strip before turning in to a section of roads that were more just hills and palm trees and not heavily populated. Five minutes later they turned down a small winding road that eventually brought them up to a modern looking, fairly large dramatically high tech-looking building. It was very wide, like a warehouse, and three stories high and looked to be kind of pyramid-shaped on the sides. Emi thought it kind of reminded her of Blade Runner a bit, except the color was a friendly shade of blue.

“Funny shaped building,” Sam remarked.

“Yes. It is the latest technology in hurricane-resistant construction. We want our guests to feel extremely safe,” Su-Ning explained as the limo came to a halt.

The driver got out and helped them with their luggage. After everyone was taken care of the Chinese driver thanked everyone. He also had a Filipino accent. It seems like everyone on the island does.

There were really thick bushes or rock walls all around and it looked like the only way to the beach, from where they were, was to go through the massive building.

They walked up and the strong metal doors opened automatically. Inside was a beautiful info area with maps and plaques and other stuff all related to the resort. It was like a relaxed and posh tourist info place.

Su-Ning nodded to someone behind the counter and they walked to another room that looked like a small airport screening area.

“That side room on the left there is where everyone has to put all forbidden electronic devices. We protect guests by not allowing any device with a camera,” Su-Ning explained.

Becca and Sam looked at each other with concern. All of their laptops and phones had cameras. Hannah had her mouth open.

“We provide camera-free laptops and customized Apple Watches for our guests on-site. When guests leave the premises to go to town or anywhere else on the island you can retrieve your devices on the way out and check them back in when you return,” Su-Ning said, with a reassuring smile.

Becca nodded, seemingly reassured. “We might need a day or two to set up our work environments on the new machines,” she added.

“That is fine. Also, note that our WIFI is very restrictive and filters out all outgoing images and video,” Su-Ning added. “We have pretty good laptops here, but for you four I ordered brand new high end 15″ MacBook pros. Will that work?”

“Yes, that will work,” Becca answered.

“If necessary, our IT can clone your hard drives… if that will help,” Su-Ning added.

After the guest entrance area, the girls received their new camera-less laptops and Apple Watches. They took their bags and new devices with them into the large building. Su-Ning lead them to their sleeping quarters. They were each given their own tiny room. Each was barely big enough to just comfortably contain a bed. The rooms were obviously meant to be just for sleeping. There was no TV, bathroom, desk or anything that would make you want to stay in the room for a prolonged period of time.

After they had settled in, they looked around the building briefly, noting the eating areas, massage area, the lounge and bath area, and the semi-office areas for people that liked to work on vacation and where the girls would be working. It was a bit odd in that there were hardly any people. Just a few staff in skimpy white loincloths puttering around. The loincloths seemed to have an under-part that completely hid the genitals, but the rear of each person’s outfit was pretty much a g-string, with a small thin white piece of cloth that hung down to complete the ‘loincloth look’.

After the quick tour, the girls were impressed with the place, but itching to hurry up and see the beach. ısparta escort Su-Ning led them to the beach exit and left them on their own.

Outside, the beach was fantastic. It was empty, not a person in sight, but as beautiful as they all had hoped. Hannah and Sam ran ahead laughing out loud. They were like a couple of kids, happily pointing at this and that while chatting excitedly.

Emi was also blown away by the beauty of the beach as she and Becca walked along at a slower pace, behind the excited girls. Since the resort was not yet open, they had the entire beach to themselves. It was truly a paradise. The water and sand reflected the light just right and a few palm trees sprinkled the beach. There were rows of fancy handcrafted logs on the beach, not just any old log. It looked luxurious and decadent.

After a moment, Becca turned away from Emi and wiped her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Emi asked gently.

“I’m just relieved that this place isn’t a shit-hole,” she said. “It is great to see the girls excited and happy. I worked so hard and for so long to get this deal.”

“Also I want to thank you, Emi,” Becca said. “If you hadn’t stuck around after I left the table, we might not be here today.”

“No, I’m sure Su-Ning would have chased you down. She was just as eager to close the deal as you,” Emi said.

“God, I love you, Emi,” Becca said. “I am so glad that you are here.”

Emi looked at her and did a polite little Japanese bow.

They both laughed.

For the rest of the afternoon, they enjoyed the beach. After a while, they all ended up under some beach umbrellas playing with and getting to know their new devices. They set up emails, added each other to Slack, and then spent some time exploring the resort’s own smartwatch app. The app that they would have to start working on soon.

“What do you think of the app Emi?” Becca asked.

“It’s a good start, UI could use some work though,” Emi replied.

“Totally agree,” Hannah said.

“I’ll need access to the server,” said Sam, ignoring the user interface talk as usual.

“Yes, Emi – you will have to go visit the other devs in the marketing building soon… to get that server access and the source code. While you are doing that, we will be here getting set up,” Becca added.

Emi nodded. She wondered why Becca want her to go alone. Perhaps Becca wanted to test her. She decided that she would not disappoint.

“Hey, you can order drinks on the beach,” Sam said excitedly. “Oh wait, that’s disabled,” she added disappointedly.

Later that evening, Su-Ning personally brought them some tasty tropical fruit and seafood dishes from the kitchen and explained that the dining room and massage areas were designed for nude guests only, unfortunately. So the development team will have to eat-out off-site after today.

After Su-Ning left, Sam blurted, “That sucks! We are in the middle of nowhere and outside of town and we have to get our own food off-site?” Hannah nodded her head, silently agreeing.

“No other job has fed us so this isn’t really any different,” Becca explained, even though she also seemed unhappy about the news.

Emi tried to offer a suggestion, “It’s not so bad. We can get some daily exercise, maybe go for a run?”

Sam and Hannah didn’t seem excited about that idea.

That evening, Emi went for a run along the beach in her running top and shorts. She kept close to the water where the sand was compact and easier to run on. The sunset was coming, and she wondered what it would look like. Then she started thinking about work tasks.

Su-Ning wanted a few apps built eventually, some internal and some public-facing. But first, she needed them to update the smartwatches with some new features. They were going to need access to the servers. She would have to get that access for Sam, and also the source code, she thought.

Emi thought about the resort. It was an odd place for staff because soon only white loincloths will be allowed. Currently, before the resort opens, staff have the option to wear a short white robe. However, after the resort opens white robes will no longer be allowed. Thankfully, the dev team is exempt from that rule. Su-Ning was sticking by her word in that regard. However, once the resort opens, no more street clothes can be worn by the dev team. Emi and her team will all have to work in those white robes. Which will be fine, as nobody wants to make the guests feel uncomfortable.

What was interesting about the staff was that it was obvious that some of them were uncomfortable wearing just a loincloth. However, it looked as if it were much more challenging for women. So far only two elderly looking women were brave enough to wear just a loincloth. All the rest of the women were still wearing robes and they had just six weeks to get comfortable with being topless.

The resort also had two different eating places. The staff lunchroom, available to robe-less – white loincloth personal. And the high end super fancy guest dining room, which requires full nudity and ‘guest’ status.

Su-Ning said that our team qualified both as staff and also as guests, so if anyone gets brave they are free to purchase food in either place. Apparently, the food is amazing with daily creative meals from a talented chef.

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Several years ago, we had the opportunity to book a holiday in a Caribbean place, near Cancun, Mexico.

It was an opportunity of a lifetime, spending a couple of weeks in a all-in luxurious resort like this.

There were different hotels located and we enjoyed every evening a different type of food in various restaurants.

Our hotel was located near the beach, with a fabulous swimming pool just down the stairs.

Every day, breakfast was served around the swimming pool.

During the day we often took the opportunity to visit towns in the neighborhood, and we also made a couple of trips to the fabulous Maya temples and sites.

On one night, during our evening stroll after dinner, we decided to have a couple of more drinks at a bar near the beach. The weather in the Caribbean is very mild, a light summer breeze, a few cocktails, we felt very happy. During dinner we had already quite some wine. I saw that adding the cocktails on top rendered my wife a little bit tipsy and she started to chat and laugh a bit more and looser than usual. She always maintains control of herself, since she is a teacher, she can’t afford to loose her reputation. But the alcohol and given the fact that nobody here knew us seemed to make her loosen up a bit.

When we walked back to our hotel, evening was already kicking in, and in the Caribbean this can happen quite fast, so along the road the dim street lights were lit.

As she felt quite happy and was giggling, she suddenly turned to me and lifted her T top and bra, showing me her small but firm breasts. She wiggled them in front of me, thinking we were completely alone, but suddenly another couple came around the bend.

She didn’t notice at first and walked backwards a small distance until she came right beneath a lamp post, showing clearly her bare breast in full light. Suddenly, she noticed the other couple and quickly lowered her cloth. We both smiled when they walked by us, and the fellow twinkled an eye so we where pretty sure they had a good view on her breasts.

We continued our way, and she giggled and blushed, a bit ashamed of what happened. I told her she excited me a lot, showing off her breasts to strangers. She didn’t respond at first being quite amazed about my answer. She held me closely and we continued walking towards our hotel.

In some way I could sense that this moment could be the perfect opportunity to realize one of my fantasies. She was holding her body very close to mine, as we walked arm in arm.

I could feel her excitement in a certain way, and I wondered what her response would be if I asked her to remove her bra and panties. I grasped all of my courage and whispered the question in her ear.

She is very conservative, and never would do anything a little bit wilder than classic normal sexual relations as husband and wife. In the past I tried sometimes to make her part of some of my fantasies, but she never responded in a positive way, so over the years, our sex life had become very poor.

My heart bounced when I popped the proposal, but to my astonishment, she stepped a bit away and in the darkness of the evening and stripped down her panties from under her skirt. She grabbed under her T and opened and removed her bra.

With a naughty smile she handed over her bra and panties and started to kiss me tightly.

I could feel her nervousness and excitement, as I am sure she also could feel mine without a doubt.

The road was longing the beach and I could see some lights in another nearby beach bar.

As we were walking along, I slowly slid my hand underneath her skirt, teasing her, sometimes lifting the back or the front. She giggled and surely the alcohol played a role, but she also seemed to overcome some of her inhibitions. Every time, she tried to hold her skirt down, but made it only seem like this.

As we were nearing the beach bar, I saw that there where still a couple of customers enjoying a drink in the dim light.

I proposed to have a last night cap. She refused, but I felt it wouldn’t take much to convince her and we slowly walked up to the bar, while I gently kissed her. She let me guide her to a bar stool, next to one of the guys who were sitting there. The bar lantern was just above her and I could see her hardened nipple protrude her tight T top.

She wiggled around nervously on the bar stool, knowing she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and being aware of the presence of the 2 young men behind her.

We ordered a drink at the girl bartender.

She Kept her knees tight together and while she sipped at the straw of her cocktail, held her arms tight against her body, afraid to expose her breast through her Tee.

We where facing each other and again I started to kiss her tightly. I could feel a little trembling of her kahramanmaraş escort body when I slid my hand over her leg, just barely under her short skirt.

She giggled nervously but I could sense her excitement.

The 2 guys at the bar didn’t pay any attention, they where involved in a conversation, and the girl behind the bar was starting to clean up since it was already late. She obviously didn’t expect any customers to come by.

My fantasies rushed through my head, and I decided to take things a little bit further.

I asked her if she would want to go to the bathroom, just a bit around the bar. During the walk, she would have to pretend to drop something and bend over. Knowing she had no panties would expose her pussy. But due to the dim light, nobody would see anyhow I said.

She refused at first, but I kept giving her gentle kisses in her neck and around her ears. I know this arouses her a lot. I also made sure to “accidentally “touch her hardened nipples over her tee.

Reluctantly she got up from the bar stool, not only her, but by now also my blood was rushing though my veins.

To go to the rest room she had to go past the 2 men and would be right in the sight of one of them, if she would bend over.

I watched her walk by slowly, and suddenly I couldn’t believe she really bend over without going through her knees. She probably was so nervous she didn’t realize her bare but showed in full light of one of the lanterns. Her skirt rolled up more than she would have wanted.

That caught the attention of the guy facing her, as their conversation silenced for a moment. It was clear he had caught a glimpse of my wife’s but and maybe her pussy to.

As he signaled his mate to turn around, my wife had quickly straightened her dress and continued to the rest room.

Meanwhile the guy turned around and smiled at me, and continued the conversation with his friend, but I could overhear they were talking about my wife’s bare but and giggling.

After a short while my wife came back and while she passed both men, they couldn’t keep their eyes of her. Probably hoping they could have another peek.

When she returned to her chair, I saw her questioning eyes. She could instantly see that I had become very excited about her little show, without saying any words, she understood she exposed her bare but and maybe even more. I could feel her heart pounding, when I again kissed her, but now deeply and intensely, running my hand further down under her skirt, teasingly close to her shaved pussy.

As she could feel through my shorts my hardened penis, I could sense her wetness.

I slowly ran my other hand under her T, stroking gently her back.

Over her shoulder I could see that we had full attention of both men, behind my wife.

They were well bronzed, quite athletic, and good looking.

My wife and I continued giving each other gentle kisses and caresses, while intermittently taking a sip of our drinks. It had been a long time ago since I had seen my wife as excited.

She pleadingly proposed to go to our hotel room, but I continued to tease her and hold off on leaving the bar. I started again kissing her neck and behind her ears and now moved my hand even further underneath her skirt. She nervously tried to hold her knees tightly together, but I slowly managed to run a finger over her pussy.

My other hand now moved from her back to under her tee, close to her breast.

Needless to say, that both guys didn’t part an eye anymore.

I saw that one of them was rubbing his dick over his shorts, while the other one stood behind his friend and held one of his hands on his hips and was kissing his neck.

They obviously where very close friends, and the scene made me nearly explode from desire.

I don’t know what gave me the courage, but while I continued kissing and caressing my wife, I discretely signaled them to approach.

To y amazement the first guy pulled his dick out of his shorts. It must have been at least 20cm long. A big difference compared to my modest 13 cm. I was shocked but couldn’t stop myself hoping he would step closer. His friend, from behind him, gently started to stroke the large penis that by now was hard as a rock, as they both continued watching my caresses and kisses with my wife.

My wife had her hands on my legs and tried to run them inside my shorts.

By now I succeeded also to open her legs a bit more so I could reach her clit that I was rubbing.

I could feel her breath increase, and she was losing herself, not caring anymore of her where abouts.

The girl behind the bar seemed by now also to have noticed something exciting was going on, and I saw her intermittently watching us, slightly embarrassed, but kastamonu escort surely aroused, although she only could catch a glimpse of my wife’s hard nipples through the T.

She could only imagine what was happening below the bar.

My penis now also was rock hard as my wife has succeeded to unbutton my shorts. Unfortunately for her, having such a small penis, it barely could reach out over the top of my panties while sitting down.

But she playfully caressed the uncut top and noticed the pre cum. I had never experienced her in this state of arousal. To may again amazement she even licked intermittently my pre cum of her fingers, keeping her eyes locked into mine.

I do not know if she was aware of what was going on behind her. By now, both guys had their dicks out of their pants and where masturbating each other slowly.

I again signaled them to come closer.

I grabbed my wife’s arm and guided it behind her back while the first man approached and presented his long dick.

I could sense a strong shiver, shock and trembling of her body when she suddenly touched the penis.

She wanted to draw back her hand in panic, but I held firmly, making her grasp her hand around it.

Whilst I held my hand over hers, around the man’s penis, he slowly started to stroke back and forth.

I could see the panic in my wife’s eyes, but she didn’t’ release or struggle anymore, so I slowly released my grip.

She didn’t move her eyes out of mine, and without a word, started stroking the guy’s penis.

His friend had now stepped aside, and was watching the exciting show, also masturbating his own penis, exposing his gland to my wife.

I saw she couldn’t hold back from having a look at this huge, long penis from time to time, and I could read in her eyes she was questioning me for my approval.

I gently smiled back at her, continuing by now to slowly finger her wet pussy. She didn’t seem to hold back anymore to my pressure to open up her legs and let me even roll up her skirt, so her pussy was completely exposed to both men.

While the guy behind me continued to close in closer to me, watching her fully exposed pussy, his friend had put one of his hands on her shoulder. Once again, I felt a strong shiver run through my wife’s body. At a first I saw her body move as if she wanted to shake off his hand from her, but after a few caresses she gave in.

Meanwhile she seemed so hypnotized by what happened to her, that she continued stroking the man’s penis. He again closed in a little bit closer. As he looked at me, he started giving gentle kisses in the neck of my wife. I just sat there exploding from excitement, continuing to rub and finger her pussy. Watching this man touch my wife only did grow my excitement.

Neither of us could stop by now. I saw that my wife closed her eyes by now, as the man had run his hands under her Tee. I was so paralyzed by the view, that I didn’t notice that the other man, from behind me was rubbing his dick against my back. A strange warm feeling came over me, whilst I could keep my eyes off watching my wife. I didn’t want to miss anything of this fabulous adventure, so I leaned back a little bit, to see clearly how by now the guy behind my wife was groping her breasts and playing with her hard nipples under her tee. Whilst still her hand stroking his penis, exposing his glans, I slowly lifted her tee over her breasts, so they now where also completely exposed. The girl behind the bar could by now also have a clear sight, as the lights from the bar illuminated her by now completely naked body.

She nervously and shyly tried to hide from looking at us and my wife, but I noticed she also was enjoying the show.

I by now seemed to be the only one that didn’t have any genitals on full display, I could resist any more and as I dropped my shorts and pants, my small penis popped out, hard as stone, exposing a shiny wet gland full of pre cum.

My wife wanted to start masturbating my dick, but suddenly the guy behind me grabbed her wrist and moved her had aside as he groped my penis and started jerking. At first slowly, but gradually quite brutally, squeezing hard, around the shaft, pulling down hard on my foreskin.

My wife’s eyes got bigger when she saw how this man guided my free hand towards his penis, making me masturbate him. As in a waze, I instinctively started jerking his long pole, meanwhile watching my wife’s tits being groped by the other guy.

How far would we take this I wondered and all my fantasies of seeing another man fuck my wife started to rush through my head.  None of us seemed to be able to stop anymore, as I saw my wife’s excitement making her body started to produce light and strong shakes whilst I penetrated my fingers into kayseri escort her wide-open pussy.

She seemed to enjoy watching me getting stroked by this other guy, who by now had removed all of his clothes and also unbuttoned my shirt, touching and playing with my nipples in front of her.

I gestured her to stand up, so I was able to unzip her skirt and make it drop to the floor.

Again, I took some distance to be able to get a good look at my wife, obeying my signal to spread her legs. The man behind her understood what he had to do and kneeled in front of her.

His mouth close to her cunt, I held her hand s and while we locked our eyes, she could understand again my approval. Without moving an inch, she allowed this man to start licking her pussy while I watched and got masturbated from the other guy

I saw her body shake and shiver under the penetrating and flipping tongue of the guy over my wife’s clit and cunt, dripping from saliva and wetness.

As her body started shaking more and more, I pulled down on her arms, making her bend forward.

For a while, I held her in this position, her legs spread, her bum and pussy exposed to the evening light. We both knew what was going to happen, as the man stepped up behind her. She lifted her head and again seeked for approval, which I didn’t hesitate to give with a light nod od my head. Once again, our eyes stayed locked together. I suddenly realized the man had pushed his long hard penis into my wife’s wet cunt when I saw her body getting pushed my way and I heard her give a light moan.

With very thrust, I could now see her titties bounce back and forth, as the guy was speeding up his penetrations.

What started slowly, got faster and harder. I saw that my wife at first was seemingly having trouble with the size and the length going into her cunt, as she was biting her lips.

I couldn’t resist when the guy behind me made me get up from the chair and started holding me tightly, pushing my back so my penis was pointing forward and he kept on stroking it right in front of my wife’s face. I again grabbed his large dick and masturbates him in an equal rhythm.

I had never been able to believe that one day this fantasy of mine would have become reality.

Both consentuous and aware of what was happening we could now enjoy this adventure fully.

Without any inhibitions, I enjoyed watching my wife getting groped and fucked by a stranger, and she enjoyed the fact I wanted to see her getting penetrated by this long penis.

Meanwhile I could feel that the man behind me started rubbing his dick against my butthole.

I moved closer to my wife, still being fucked doggy style and kneeled down to have a good look how that large penis was penetrating her wet wide-open cunt. Her tits where bouncing over my head when I looked up and enjoyed the sight.

The guy fucking my wife pulled out his dick and laid down in the warm sand in front of the bar.

I helped my wife to sit down facing me, on his erect pole pointing straight up, guiding his dick again inside her pussy. I loved the sight of seeing her bounce up and down on his penis, shiny from her wet juices.

Suddenly I felt a push in my back from his friend, forcing me, on my knees in front of that stroking penetrating dick. He pushed my head down to make me lick her cunt and clit while she got fucked.

While on my knees licking my wife’s cunt, I felt he started to lick my but hole and grab my penis, again jerking it brutally.

I felt I couldn’t hold back anymore, watching and getting masturbated, hearing my wife moan from pleasure and excitement, was starting to bring me to ejaculate.

All off a sudden I felt that the guy behind me had managed to push his dick a little bit into my ass home and started to cum. I could feel warm sperm starting to run down on my thighs.

My wife by now was speeding up her movements, I could see she was cumming too, and the guy beneath her was not holding back. With his dick barried deep inside her he shot his hot sperm inside my wife. As also I released a load, I tried to shoot it on her tits.

As she got off his penis, I saw cum dripping out of her cunt whilst she rubbed mine all over her tits and licked her fingers.

We all of a sudden regained our senses, as I touched my wife, her body twisted and tweaked proving she had cum like never before.

Whilst I pressed her naked body against mine, both guys started to dress up, and slowly walked away, smiling.

We stood there for a short while, and we realized all of a sudden, we were stark naked.

My wife smiled at me when I caressed her pussy and I felt how the cum from the other guy was still dripping out of her cunt.

We had completely forgotten he girl behind the bar. She had been watching the whole scene from up close and smiled. I wondered if she had been masturbating.

She handed over our clothes with a naughty smile.

We got dressed and slowly walked away as we saw she switched of the light at the bar.

Innocent and unintentional it turned out to be a fantastic adventure for both of us.

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I was in 7th heaven. It truly was like riding a bicycle. It cums back to you in an instant. My cock felt so very much “at home” in Della’s pussy. It felt so very natural, even having Suzie stepping into the room while Della and I rekindled the past.

I stopped thrusting into Della, just pressing my hardness against her as hard as I could, and holding steady while she gyrated her ass back against me. The walls of her pussy were massaging me, milking me, urging me onward. The guttural sounds coming from Della told me that she was enjoying this just as much as I was, and that was important to me. She always seemed to be taking care of other people’s needs and desires, this was for her (o.k., I confess, it was somewhat self-serving for me also).

My concentration on what was happening below my waist was interrupted by Suzie’s voice. She called back, over her shoulder to the store, “Debbie, Barbie, just keep browsing if you’d like, I’ve got some business to take care of”. With that she stepped the rest of the way into the dressing room and closed the door behind herself. Oh my god, there were still people in the store! My fears were confirmed by two very distinct female voices replying that they were fine, and for Suzie to “take her time”.

Suzie began walking over to the far corner of the dressing room. As she walked past me she put her hand on my shoulder, as if we were meeting in some place even more public than this store, looked me in the eyes as I looked up and apologized for not getting a chance to properly greet me when I walked into the store, but she had been busy. She then leaned forward and offered up her mouth for a very erotic, sensual, fully interactive kiss. Our tongues were invading each other’s mouths, dueling with each other. elazığ escort I could fell Della’s movements not only because of the fact my cock was buried deeply within her incredible pussy, but Suzie was leaning forward, keeping her balance by having her hand resting on the small of Della’s back, so the movements were transferred also through Suzie.

Breaking the kiss Suzie continued to the corner of the room, sitting down in an overstuffed chair that was situated there. When she sat down the hem of her mini-dress slid up her thighs until it was obvious she was wearing thigh-high hose with garters. It was also obvious that the material of her thong was soaking wet and pulled tight in between her pussy lips. This had to be obvious to Della also, since where Suzie had sat down at was about four feet directly in front of Della’s face. Della confirmed the view with “oh my god, this is so great. I’ve waited so long for this, and with my two friends. Della then began fucking back against me with even more energy, and the events that were unfolding caused me to press back against her with increased intensity. I couldn’t get deep enough inside of her hot pussy. I wanted to just follow my cock right up inside of her, as if that were possible.

Not to be left out Suzie reached over to a lampstand beside the chair, slid open a drawer, and removed the most impressive looking vibrator I’d even seen. It was very anatomically correct, but in very vivid colors. It also had one of those clit-teasers on it that could either tease your clit, or if turned 180 degrees would work over that area between a woman’s pussy and their puckered opening. As Suzie slouched downward in the chair even more she placed the tip of the man-made erzincan escort dick into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a real cock. She was licking it all over while staring straight into my eyes. The message was very clear. She then reached down with her right hand and pulled her thong off to the side, out of the way. With her left hand she pressed the tip of the now humming vibrator up against the lips of her gleaming slick pussy (which very obviously became almost perfectly smooth probably at the same time Della’s had). As soon as she had it completely moistened she pressed on it until with very apparent wet sounds it slipped into her pussy. After fucking herself for just a few moments she withdrew it from her pussy, and saying that it still seemed a little dry, offered it up to Della. Della, lost in the feelings of the released tension didn’t think twice before closing her eyes, reaching out with the tip of her tongue, and licking Suzie’s juices off of the dildo. She then slipped her mouth down over the length of the synthetic cock, taking it down her throat. That scene caused a groan to come from my lips, remembering exactly how that felt when Della had done the same thing to my very real cock.

This didn’t last long. Even though Suzie hadn’t missed a beat by keeping her fingers actively involved with stroking her clit, and dipping two fingers into her pussy, she wanted the artificial cock back inside of her pussy and that’s where she put it. Her movements quickly began to imitate, stroke for stroke, the fucking that her friend Della was getting less than four feet away. Suzie continued to fuck herself with the vibrator, massaging her tits and nipples with her free hand, and verbally cheering Della and erzurum escort I on.

As soon as Suzie buried that phallic toy back into her pussy the sheer sight of that pushed Della over the top. She rammed her pussy back against me as hard as she could, holding it still while I felt her pussy contracting over and over again on my dick. Once again all she could say was “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” That entire combination of events served to take me over the top also, my cock swelling and the pressure traveling up from my balls, almost being forced out of my balls by the pressure of Della’s thighs pushing back against me. My cum exploded into Della’s warmth, but only momentarily. She had other things in mind, quickly regaining energy from somewhere she moved her pussy off of me, spun around grabbing a hold of my throbbing dick, and began sucking the remainder of my cum out of me and into her mouth. A couple blasts of the cum fell short, falling onto her tits. Wanting to make sure that nothing goes to waste, or perhaps it was to prevent stains on the fabric of her bench, Suzie used her fingers to wipe the cum off of Della’s breasts and deposit it inside of her own mouth.

The world was spinning around my head, and I suspect around Della’s also. But there was no time to worry about that. Suzie opened up the doors to an armoire that was close by, took out two very plush robes, and handed them to Della and I. Suzie quickly readjusted her clothing and then grabbed both of us by the hands telling us to follow her, that she had a bed waiting at her house. We then burst out of the dressing room, being brought back to reality quickly upon seeing the two “customers” trying to act very nonchalant right outside the dressing room doors. It was obvious we had just been their main course of entertainment, and I doubt that they’d been disappointed.

Hollering back at Debbie and Barbie to “lock up the store” we quickly went out the back of the store and into Suzie’s van. I strongly suspected our day had just begun!

(to be continued)

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Ch. 08: Tricks & Games

“… do you want me to let him know you’re here?”

“What? Oh, I’m sorry…” replied Andrea, coming out of a daze and looking into Natalie’s round, blue eyes.

She was at the reception of Dean’s office again, and had become distracted by Nat’s tight, low-cut top, her eyes dropping unintentionally to the magnificent, large, soft bulges of the bosom so openly displayed before her.

She blinked rapidly and smiled at Nat.

“No, that’s fine hun, I’ll just pop in and surprise him. Thanks,” she finished, turning to make her way down the hall to Dean’s office.

It was the Monday following her date with Dean’s coworker Jason, and she was eager to talk to Dean about it, since she had invited him to watch as Jay fucked her on her couch. She had loved watching Dean watch her from the hallway, holding her panties to his nose and mouth as he stroked his big cock. She had taken her exhibitionism to the next level, and knew that it must have driven Dean crazy to watch his friend and colleague have sex with her–something he undoubtedly craved. Someone she had only really just met got to have his cock inside her tight pussy even before Dean, with whom she had been playing this sexual game of cat-and-mouse for weeks.

She smiled to herself as she approached Dean’s office, seeing the door open a crack. She was going to let herself in, but heard voices coming from inside. She hesitated, looking around to see if anyone was watching, then leaned in close, pushing the door open a few inches to peek inside.

“You should have seen what she was wearing! This tight, extremely short dress, cut like this in the front.”

It was Jay’s voice, and Andrea saw him sitting on the couch in Dean’s office, gesturing with his index fingers as they made a long ‘v’ shape on his torso.

“She wasn’t wearing a bra, either. With her cute little perky tits, she doesn’t need one. She was being such a tease. Showing off her body, bending over to show me her ass. I was so horny when we got to her place,” continued Jason.

Dean was sitting behind his desk, just out of Andrea’s view. She heard him speak.

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

His voice sounded strained, betraying some irritability. Andrea’s grin widened. He was jealous.

“No man, you can’t imagine. That’s why I’m telling you,” laughed Jay. “Seriously, she looked incredible. Anyway, she invited me in to her place, and almost straight away we were making out on the couch. I had a raging hard on by this point, and my hands were all over her. She begged me to suck on her tits while she rubbed my cock through my pants.”

“Jay, you really don’t need to–” Dean began, sounding uncomfortable.

“–then she stood up and bent over in front of me, stripping her panties off. Her ass is so perfect, Dean. I mean, you already know that, but…” continued Jay, ignoring Dean’s protest.

“Anyway, I licked her pussy from behind as she was bent over. Fuck, it was unbelievable. Then we 69’d. She gives really good head.”

“Look, Jay, that’s nice for you, but–“

“–no no, let me finish. Then she got up and rode me, like reverse cowgirl. And I have to tell you, she has the tightest pussy…” he trailed off, lost in the memory.

“It was so tight that I couldn’t last long, you know? And this is the best part: she wanted me to cum in her mouth!” exclaimed Jay excitedly, probably much too loud for an office setting.

“Shhh!” hissed Dean.

“Sorry,” chuckled Jay. “But it was so hot. I jerked off into her mouth and on her face. She loved it! She swallowed it all and cleaned my cock with her mouth after I’d finished. It was incredible,” he sighed, again reflecting on his erotic date.

“Well… I guess you hit the jackpot, hmm?” Dean intoned darkly.

Jay looked in Dean’s direction.

“Hey, I asked you if you guys were involved. I asked her too. You said no, she said no. I don’t want to piss you off–“

Dean cut him off by laughing awkwardly.

“No, no, seriously, it’s ok. I’m probably just envious since I’m having a bit of a dry spell myself,” he said.

Sensing the conversation was approaching an end, Andrea knocked on the door.

Dean cleared his throat.

“Yes, come in.”

Andrea pushed the door open and stepped inside Dean’s office, smiling brightly at the two men.

“Hiya! Just thought I’d pop by to say hello. Oh, hi Jay!” she said cheerfully.

Both men stood, and Jay beamed at her.

“Hi Andrea. Hey, I was just telling Dean what a great time I had on our date the other night,” he said.

“Oh, how nice. I enjoyed myself too, Jay,” she replied, winking pointedly at him.

He fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment.

“I just need to have a quick chat with Dean for a sec, but I’ll come by your office after I’m done, ok Jay?” Andrea said.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, approaching her but hesitating, seeming unsure what to do.

Andrea put her arm around his neck and pressed her body against his, kissing him aggressively on the mouth. After they parted, diyarbakır escort Jay blinked stupidly, then opened and closed his mouth, then promptly left the office. Andrea giggled and shut the door behind him, then took his place on the couch, crossing her legs in her light blue skirt and putting her hands flat on the seat on either side of her. She made sure to flash Dean a glimpse of her white cotton panties as she sat.

Dean folded his arms across his chest.

“Happy?” he said.

“What do you mean?” she asked in mock innocence.

He snorted and turned his head disdainfully.

Andrea laughed.

“Ooooh… is someone jealous?” she teased.

Dean paused and looked at her with a stormy brow.

“What do you think?” he said.

“Hey, at least I let you watch,” replied Andrea smugly. “And you loved it. Watching him lick my pussy, watching me suck his cock… riding it… I saw your expression when he came in my mouth. I bet you made a nice, big, sticky mess in my panties, didn’t you?”

As she spoke, she felt a warm tingling in her groin recalling Dean’s dim shape in her hallway, pumping his cum into her balled panties in his hand as she swallowed Jay’s hot load, and cleaned his dripping cock with her tongue. It excited her to know that Dean had taken her cum-covered panties home with him, like a souvenir.

Dean’s expression softened, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“It was very hot watching you, I admit,” he said, rubbing his chin. “And you can have your panties back after I wash them,” he chuckled.

She giggled and stood up, sauntering slowly over to his desk. She stood in front of him as he swiveled his chair to face her, and carefully inched up her skirt.

“You dirty man… jerking off while you watch your friend fuck me,” she said softly as she exposed more and more of her thighs. “I bet you wish it could have been you.”

Dean’s eyes ran up and down her body, then fixated on the hem of her skirt as it rose higher.

“You heard him say how tight my pussy was. Imagine how tight it would feel on your big cock,” she continued. “You’re much bigger than he is. You’d stretch my pussy so good.”

He leaned forward and touched the outside of Andrea’s left thigh. She exposed the crotch of her panties to him, giggling at the desire in his expression. He stroked her thigh, moving his hand back and under her skirt to squeeze her ass and pull her closer to him. He leaned closer as she lifted the front of her skirt, showing him her panties. He licked his lips.

“How badly do you want to fuck me?” she whispered.

“Oh Andrea, I want that so badly,” he groaned.

His other hand stroked up the inside of her thighs, making a line toward her pussy. She quickly stepped back and pulled her skirt down, laughing.

“Sorry, honey, you’ll have to wait a little longer,” she said, teasing him mercilessly.

His face fell and he frowned. Turning abruptly back to his desk, he looked at his computer screen, avoiding her gaze.

“What did you come here for, anyway?” he said, sulkily.

“Oh, just to see you… and Jay. I’ll stop by his office on the way out. Enjoy the rest of your day, sweetie,” she said as she picked up her handbag and opened his door.

He looked at her briefly, but made no reply as she left. She giggled again, but was a little worried that she was going too far. She didn’t want to tease him to the point that she scared him away. After all, she genuinely enjoyed the little game they had going between them. And she was lying to herself if she thought she didn’t actually want to fuck him. But she loved being watched, and for now that was enough. After all, now she could satisfy herself by fucking Jay, even if his cock was no match for Dean’s.

She had worked herself up in Dean’s office, and sensing the dampness between her legs, decided that she might have to let Jay fuck her to relieve the sexual tension. But as she passed Natalie’s desk again, Nat gestured to her.

“Oh, Andrea, Jay wanted me to tell you that he had a meeting to go to, but he says he’ll give you a call later on.” Her tone was colder than normal.

Disappointed, Andrea debated returning to Dean’s office, but she was unwilling to give him the satisfaction. Besides, she wanted him to stew in his jealousy a little longer. It was a nice feeling to be wanted by him.

“Oh. That’s too bad. Ok, thanks Nat,” replied Andrea, making to leave.

“Are you two, like… dating?” asked Nat hesitantly.

Andrea stopped and turned to Nat.

“We went on a date on the weekend. Why?”

“No reason, I was just wondering, since he was asking about you.”

Andrea looked at Natalie closely, and grinned as the reason for Nat’s curiosity dawned on her. She put her hands on Nat’s desk and leaned over it, pushing her small breasts together with her arms, creating cleavage which showed over the neckline of her tank top.

“Oh my god… you’re not jealous too, are you?” she asked with a saucy grin.

“What? edirne escort No! Wait… what do you mean “too”?” Nat responded, clearly flustered, her cheeks becoming rosy.

“Yes you are. You and Dean are jealous that I fucked Jay. Oh wow… I guess you really did have fun that day at my place,” Andrea taunted her.

“Shhh!” Nat hissed, “do you want the whole office to hear?”

Natalie pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Her tits swelled erotically in her top.

“It’s fine, you’re free to do what you want. Go have sex with every guy in the office for all I care.”

“Well, not EVERY guy… I haven’t fucked Dean yet,” Andrea retorted, then leaned in close to Natalie’s face.

“Maybe I will, though. Maybe I’ll invite him over one day and fuck his brains out in my backyard. I mean, you’ve seen his cock. I’ve already sucked it, but I bet it would feel so good deep inside my pussy.”

Andrea said the last four words softly and slowly, drawing out each word sensuously. Nat’s face became redder and redder as Andrea talked, and for a moment she thought that Nat was either going to kiss her or slap her. She knew very well that Natalie was attracted to Dean, but her marriage prevented her from acting on it.

A muscle twitched in Nat’s jaw for a moment, then she took another deep breath and seemed to calm herself. Andrea straightened up and winked at Natalie.

“I’ll see you soon, hun,” she said innocently, and turned to go.

She left the office with a self-satisfied air, feeling hornier than ever, thinking of what toy she might use when she got home.

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The frequency of Andrea’s visits was higher than average that week. She made a point to stop in every day–sometimes more than once in a day–to visit Jason, mostly to make Nat and Dean jealous. However, she found that on most occasions Dean and Nat were occupied, or away from their desks. She spent time with Jay, having lunch, chatting in his office, teasing him, naturally, but felt no strong desire to become intimate with him unless she knew that Dean or Natalie were aware of it.

On one afternoon late in the week, Andrea dropped by Dean’s office, noticing that Natalie was away from her desk. She walked purposefully to Dean’s office and opened the door, walking in without knocking.

She saw Dean sitting at his desk, with Nat sitting in an office chair next to him. They were looking at his computer screen intently, and both of them jumped slightly as Andrea barged in. Dean clicked the mouse and looked up.

“Oh, hi Andrea,” he said, smiling casually.

Natalie did not seem so casual. She was leaning in close to Dean in order to see his computer monitor, but appeared to be sitting closer to him than was necessary. As Andrea approached she saw that their knees were touching and Dean had his hand resting on Nat’s upper thigh. Nat was wearing a tight, white silky blouse unbuttoned low, as usual, her succulent cleavage on display, and a pencil skirt. Her nipples protruded obviously from the large, round orbs straining beneath the silky fabric of her top. Dean moved his hand quickly away from Nat’s leg as Nat looked up at her, her face blushing brightly. Andrea thought she could see a long, cylindrical bulge in Dean’s trousers.

“Hey, what are you guys up to?” Andrea asked, trying to sound nonplussed.

Nat looked away from Andrea and tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. Dean played it cool.

“Cat videos. You start by watching just one, and the next thing you know 2 hours have passed,” he chuckled.

Andrea smiled, but it was forced.

“Anything I can help you with?” Dean asked her, a pleasant smile still on his lips.

Andrea hopped up on the edge of Dean’s large desk and crossed her legs, leaning back on her hands and sticking her chest out. She wore a tight t-shirt with a scoop neck and a push-up bra, but today her bust felt inadequate when contrasted with Natalie’s impressive tits.

“I’m just coming by to say hello, have a chat, maybe grab a coffee somewhere…” she said, dangling her high heel as it perched on her toe.

Natalie looked uncomfortable and made to get up from her chair.

“I should get back to my desk,” she muttered.

Dean’s hand shot out and touched Natalie’s shoulder, forcing her back down into the chair.

“No, Nat. I need to work with you for a bit. Sorry, Andrea, the coffee will have to wait,” he added.

Nat looked at Dean uncertainly, then slowly shifted her gaze to Andrea. If Andrea wasn’t mistaken, she thought she sensed a vague gloating in Nat’s eyes. Her cheeks flushed and she felt a rush of anger.

“Oh. Right. Well, that’s fine. I’ll just find Jay then and go somewhere with him,” Andrea said coolly.

She was surprised at her own anger. All this week she felt like she’d had the upper hand, and now it was her feeling pangs of jealousy. What had happened? she wondered. She looked at Natalie again, who seemed distinctly edirne escort bayan uncomfortable.

Suddenly, it hit her. What if Dean had told Nat about watching them in Andrea’s back yard? What if he was trying to get back at her for sleeping with Jay? Was he blackmailing Natalie? These scenarios seemed unlikely to Andrea, but judging by Nat’s behaviour, she couldn’t shake a feeling of suspicion and uneasiness.

“Sure. Knock yourself out,” said Dean. His hand was still on Nat’s shoulder, holding her in place.

Andrea narrowed her eyes at Dean, then frowned and turned to leave. She had to find out what was going on, she decided. She left Dean’s office, closing the door behind her, and made her way to Jay’s office. He was out at a meeting for the moment, but Andrea waited there until Natalie finally emerged from Dean’s office. She moved quickly to intercept Nat on the way back to her desk, and pulled her into an unoccupied meeting room.

“Hey! What are you doing?” protested Nat.

Andrea eyed her sternly, but with concern.

“What’s going on with you and Dean? You were acting really weird in there.”

“What? N-nothing. We were just working, that’s all.”

Natalie couldn’t look Andrea in the eyes.

“Nat, I know you’re lying. What happened? You can tell me, I’m your friend. Please…”

Nat shifted uncomfortably and crossed her arms, looking behind Andrea into the office to make sure no one was watching. She looked back at Andrea, furrowing her brow.

“It was him. It was him watching us that day and you knew it!” she hissed.

Andrea felt the blood drain from her face. She couldn’t believe that Dean had told Natalie their secret. She tried to play dumb.

“What? What do you mean? I don’t know what you’re–“

“–You know exactly what I’m talking about. Us. In your back yard. He was the neighbour that was watching. He filmed us, Andrea!”

“Oh god… Nat, I’m so sorry. I had no idea he would film it. Look, I knew he lived there, but I didn’t know he was watching until I saw him. Please believe me… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I was having fun with you… it was exciting…” pleaded Andrea.

She didn’t know how much Dean had told her, but tried to save a little face.

Nat sighed and looked away, clearly annoyed and anxious. Andrea felt relief–Nat’s silence meant that Dean hadn’t told her that she had set everything up.

“He hasn’t… um, shown anyone the video, has he?” asked Andrea.

“He says he hasn’t. But, oh my god… if my husband finds out…” Nat trailed off.

Andrea saw tears in her eyes.

“He won’t. I’ll talk to Dean, ok? I’ll fix this, I promise. Leave it to me.”

“It won’t work. Please, just… don’t do anything. I don’t want you to make this worse than it already is. Dean… he promised not to show anyone, but… he asked me to come to his house on Saturday. He didn’t say why, but I think I know. It’s fine… we’ll work something out. But I want you to stay out of this. He even told me not to talk to you about it. Promise me you won’t do anything.” Natalie was stern, but Andrea could hear the helplessness in her voice.

“No, Nat… please, I can do something, I’ll talk to him–“

“–No. Don’t. Promise me.”

Andrea sighed and rubbed her brow.

“Ok, Nat. I promise. I am so, so sorry…”

She reached out to try to hug Natalie, but Nat broke away and stormed out of the meeting room and back to her desk. Andrea sighed again and clenched her fists. She felt terrible. But she still couldn’t work out why Dean had told her. She knew he wasn’t really a bad guy. Definitely not the kind of guy to blackmail a married coworker into having sex with him. Or was he? Andrea felt confused, and contrite, and frustrated. How had things got so out of control?

She debated going to talk to Dean, but fought off the urge. Nat was right: she had done enough damage. As Andrea slunk out of the building, she decided she would at least check up on Dean on Saturday. Maybe she could somehow make amends. Make things right. She knew she had to do something.

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Chewing her nail, Andrea sat anxiously at her desk in her bedroom, her eyes scanning Dean’s windows. It had been a stressful end to the week, and Andrea had made herself scarce to both Natalie and Dean. She felt guilty and worried, but had decided to wait until the weekend before speaking to either of them. Now it was Saturday night, and she had been doing reconnaissance on Dean’s house since early afternoon. She had seen him moving about here and there, but had lost track of him over the past hour. She had debated calling Nat, or Dean, or both, and trying to sort the situation out, but she kept telling herself not to interfere. Now, however, the stress was becoming intolerable.

It was only a couple hours earlier when she had seen that Natalie had arrived at Dean’s. She noticed some movement in his kitchen, and had seen him pouring drinks. The two of them talked for a little while in the kitchen, then she saw Dean lead Nat down the hall. That was the last she had seen of them. She assumed they had gone to sit in the lounge room at the front of Dean’s house, but that’s where the clues ended. For all she knew, they might have left the house entirely. The growing swell of curiosity was becoming too much to bear.

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