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I was sitting at the bar waiting for you to come back from the bathroom. My glass was empty and I was trying to decide if I wanted another.

“Another one of the lady.” Said the guy who had just sat down next to me. I turned and looked at him, and he smiled at me.

“Thank you, but no thank you.” I told him nicely.

He frowned a little. “Why not?” he asked me.

“I’m done drinking for the night. I’m just waiting for my date to get back from the bathroom.” I explained to him nicely.

“Well I’m sure I’m a lot more fun then your date.” He told me with a wink.

I was starting to get really uncomfortable and I gave the man a half smile. Then I saw you walk out of the bathroom, and by the look on my face you could tell something was wrong. “Um….I don’t think so.” I told the guy.

You were a few steps away when the guys grabbed my leg near my knee and started moving it up. “Oh I kno…” He started to say but you were close now and you grabbed his hand pulling it off my leg.

“Is there a reason you have your hand on my date?” You asked him. His hand still firmly in your grasp. He tried to pull his hand away and when he couldn’t he finally looked up at you. Surprise and a little bit of fear touched his face.

“I…..uh….I….” He tried to say.

“You were just about to leave?” You answered for him.

“Yeah.” he said. You let go of his hand and he quickly left the bar. You sat down lara escort where he had been sitting.

“You okay?” you turned and asked me. You were surprised by the look on my own face. I was staring at you and biting my bottom lip.

After a moment or so I finally answered. “Oh yes. I’m fine.” I told you.

You smiled and turned to the bartender. “Can I get a beer please.” you told him.

“Sure thing.” He said grabbing a beer glass, filling it to the top and giving it to you.

You took a drink and looked back at me, I was still staring at you but this time I licked my lips. “What?” you asked me.

I leaned over to whisper in your ear. “I am soooo turned on by you right now. The way you defended me. Very hot.” I told you. My breath on your ear giving you a chill down your spine. Then I grabbed your hand pushing up the skirt I was wearing, up my inner thigh, all the way to my panties, which were very wet. I let go of your hand and you looked up at me, now you could see the hunger in my eyes. You took a big drink of your beer then stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bar and to your car before I could blink.

“Where are we going?” I asked once we were in the car and you had started it.

“Back to my place.” You said pulling out of the parking place and getting on the road. I had a big smile on my face. I moved over a little so I was sitting pretty serik escort close to you. Then I started rubbing your cock through your pants. I giggled when I heard your breath quicken. “If you don’t stop that were going to get in a car accident.” you told me, but I could tell that you really didn’t want me to stop but I did.

“Your right.” I said.

Then I started to pull up my skirt. You could see me in the corner of your eye. “What are you doing?”

“Me?” I asked. “Oh nothing.” My skirt was up over my hips now and you could see me put my hand now my panties. I sighed when I pushed one of my fingers inside me. You turned and looked over at me. “Eye on the road.” I told you in playful voice.

You started to pull the car over to the side of the road. “What are you doing?” I asked. You parked the car and turned it off. You still had not answered my question.

Then you turned and looked at me and I knew exactly why you had pulled over. You quickly grabbed my hand and pulled it out from panties. Two of my finger slippery wet. You pushed them into your mouth and sucked them clean, which made me even more wet. I licked my lips as I stared into your eyes. My breathing began to get heavy and you kissed me, forceful but soft at the same time.

I was against the door now and you were on top of me. One of your hands us holding you up and the other was holding the back of my neck. antalya escort I quickly moved my own hands and unbuttoned your pants. I could feel just how hard you were through your boxers and I pulled them down.

The hand you had around my neck moved to the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then you quickly unsnapped my bra and I pulled it off. My nipples were hard and waiting for your mouth.

Once you had sucked and nibbled my nipples I just couldn’t take it anymore. I some how managed to switch places with you. You were now on the bottom and I was on the top. Both of your hands quickly moved to rest on my hips. There wasn’t very much head room and I was actually glad I was short.

Then I grabbed your hard, hot, throbbing cock and placed it at my entrance. Then I very slowly moved down pushing you into me very very slowly. Then I moved back up, then down, going a slow pace and taking in every electrical sensation going through my body. I could see the torture in your face, you wanted, no needed me to quicken my pace. I smiled at you as I started moving faster pounding into you. Harder and harder, faster and faster. My breast moving up and down with me.

Then you grabbed me flipping us back into our original positions, you were still snug inside me. I wrapped my legs around you as you pounded into me, the heals of my shoes digging painfully into your ass. But that just pushed you more.

Then you moaned a loud deep throated moan as I half screamed and moaned all at once. Your warm seed pored into me, as my body milked you of all you had. Then you collapsed on top of me and we both laid there.

“That was amazing.” I whispered in your ear.

“No, your amazing.” You told me and I smiled and kissed you.

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You could hear his moans from down the hall, although we weren’t sure if it was from pleasure or pain or both. We figured if he were in pain, he would holler out using the safe word, unless his pleasure was the pain itself.

You see, we work for a…’fantasy camp’, if you will. Only it’s no ordinary fantasy camp. We DO make fantasies come true, but they are sexual fantasies. It doesn’t matter what your fantasy is as long as it’s this side of legal. No one has EVER died from anything we have done although that HAS been a couple of people’s fantasies. We don’t judge or we wouldn’t do what we do, but we turned those people away. As long as everything is kept legal, we can stay ‘open’.

As for the gentleman down the hall? His fantasy was to be dominated. So Madame Anastasia took him down the hall and now he was getting his wish fulfilled. Every now and then, you could hear the crack of a whip, and hear his moans. As I said before, it was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain or both. You never knew with people unless you were their ‘camp counselor’.

At the sound of the whip cracking again, the chime of the doorbell went off. I walked over to answer the door. My next client was a little early. I opened the door and there he stood. He was 5′ 10″ and had sliver hair although he kept it cut close to his head like a military haircut. He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen and he kept his body fit.

Ken was a regular, so he got a hug as he came through the door. He liked to do a lot of role playing. Today, he was going to play security at a mall so he was dressed in a rent-a-cop uniform. I must say, he filled out the uniform rather nicely. I’m one of those ‘love a man in uniform’ types, mostly because I think about getting them OUT of the uniform. Our ‘camp’ had made all the necessary arrangements to make this roll-play happen at the local mall.

“Hey sexy,” I said as I let him in the door.

“How are you?”

“I’m doin fine M’Lady,” he said as he smiled, looking in my eyes. “How are YOU doing?”

“I’m always glad to see one of my favorite campers.” I said taking him by the arm.

“Let’s go see if Ric is ready and then we can go.”

“After you Madame L,” Ken said jokingly. He knew my name but enjoyed teasing me.

I went into the theatre room to see if Ric was ready to go. He was setting the movie screen up so some of the councilors could watch an ‘informational video’ later. The theatre used to be the grand ball room in the old Inn that had been converted to our living quarters as well as our fantasy camp.

“Hey Ric, you about finished? Ken’s here,” I said as I walked toward Ric.

“He’s a little early isn’t he? I’m not quite finished.” Ric said as he messed with some electric wires.

“That’s ok. He IS a little early. I just thought I would see if you were done yet that’s all, no big thing.”

I motioned for Ken to have a seat as we waited for Ric to finish whatever the heck he was doing. It looked like a big old mess to me. What equated a big ball of what looked like extension cords and coax cables.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked with a teasing voice. I know Ric knew EXACTLY what he was doing. He was one of the smartest men I knew.

Ken laughed as Ric said “Oh, hush up woman,” and stuck his tongue out at me.

I sat down beside Ken and watched Ric finish up. He was very easy on the eyes being all 6′ 2″, sandy brown hair that curled just above his collar. Not to mention he had the prettiest brown eyes I ever saw and a gorgeous smile to match. I really loved touching Ric. I could hardly keep my hands off him.

I know it’s strange being in the business of fulfilling fantasies and being a couple but it worked for us. We got to choose who we worked for, which fantasies we were going to fulfill. Not only did we fulfill other people’s fantasies, we got to fulfill our own.

See, we only participated in the voyeur ones. Sometimes, Ric would let other guys get involved but very seldom and only if he genuinely liked the guy. Sometimes Ric got off on watching another man have his way with me. But as I said, very seldom. Mostly, it was just them watching.

“Ok, I’m done.” Ric said as he packed up his toolbox. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

Ken and I looked at each other and laughed as we got up. We went over to Ric and the three of us left to go to the ‘special mall’.

When we got to the mall, we went to the security office. I introduced us and gave them my card. When I told the guard on duty that his boss was expecting us, he went to the main office to let him know we were there. He came out of the office and I made the intros again.

“Yup, I’ve been expecting you. Come right this way and I’ll show you to your setup.” he said after introducing himself as Mr. Stonewater.

He took us down a little side hall to a room not much bigger than a walk in closet. There was a table set up with a computer monitor, a phone, a chair, a little fridge and not much else.

“Ken, izmit escort this will be your ‘office’ for the duration of your stay. The pc monitors are all in the places you will need them today. You are the only one who can actually see whatever the cameras show.”

“Ok,” Ken said taking a seat.

Mr. Stonewater said, “There’s nothing to do but watch. The fridge is packed with soft drinks if you want them.”

Then he turned to Ric and I and said, “Per our agreement, the red light there will come on when you want Ken to join you. Now, if you will follow me, I will show you to your ‘stage’.”

He led us down yet another hallway to one of the stores that had been closed for remodeling. They were set to open the next day but for now, the store was ours. There were a few extra people there to make it look like a regular store on camera. A few ‘customers’ and a couple of clerks who really WERE working on clothing displays.

Mr. Stonewater called one of the clerks over and said, “Amy, this is Ric and Lacey from The Fulfillment Camp. Take care of them would you?”

“You bet Mr. Stonewater. This way guys.” she said and led us into the store.

“Everything is set up for you. The people here are a few of our trusted employees and will be discreet about things. They will not interfere in anyway. They are just here to make it look like a regular business day for your cameras. The floor is yours.”

“Thank you Amy.” I said as I took Ric’s hand and led him away to the floor.

We started looking at clothes. They actually had some very nice things. I picked out a couple of shirts and skirts to try on. Ric had picked out a few for me too. Then Ric called one of the clerks over and asked where their ‘intimates’ section was because he wanted his fiancee to have some new ‘playtime’ wear. She took us to their lingerie section and said to let her know when I was ready to try things on.

We started looking through the teddy racks when Ric held up one he wanted me to try on. It was short, black and lacy. There were openings on the front wasn’t sure of and they had matching crotchless panties too. Since you can’t really try on things like the panties, we had pre-purchased some to use.

We called the clerk over again and asked her where the fitting room was. she led us to the back of the store to a separate seating area behind a curtain. There were half a dozen little cubicles in the room for the dressing rooms. Then you could come out to the curtained off area to look in the full length triple angle mirrors or to show off your clothes to a loved one or friend sitting waiting for you. Amy showed us in then left.

Ric made himself comfortable in one of the ‘sofa chairs’ they had in the room while I went to try some clothes on. I chose the cubicle with the camera behind the mirror which had been placed there just for today for Ken. I made sure to face the mirror while I undressed and changed into each outfit before I went to show Ric.

The first outfit I chose was a simple black skirt that came just above my knees but had a slit in the back that came up to a couple of inches below my butt. The shirt I chose was a simple white button up cotton shirt. It was sleeveless with just a little lace around the armholes, the collar and down the buttons.

I opened the inner curtain to the dressing cubicle and went to stand in front of Ric.

“What do you think?” I asked twirling around to show him the backside too.

“I think,” he said as he reached out to slide a hand up the back of my legs, “That I like this skirt.”

Then he slid his hands up under the skirt to squeeze my butt and pulled me closer to him.

“I also think that I want to help you out of that shirt, although I like the peek-a-boob lace.”

Ric then reached up to help unbutton the shirt. Then he slid his hands back down to my waist and spun me around to unfasten the skirt. As the skirt slid to the floor, Ric reached out and squeezed my butt before giving it a swat.

I made a noise of surprise and spun around to look at his handsome smiling face. I took his face in my hands and leaned forward to kiss him, squeezing my breasts together a little. I loved teasing him.

I broke off the kiss and stood straight, turning to go try on another outfit. Ric swatted my butt again making me skip a step. The outfit I chose this time was a body suit that was cut considerably at the collar. It was red and backless so I had to take off the bra. The bottom was like a swimsuit and cut high in the thigh so I took of my panties as well. Then I put on the white and red pleated wrap that went with it.

Ric let out a low whistle and a snarl as I walked toward him. As before, I came to stand in front of him and spun around. Before I even finished my spin, Ric grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. Hands on my waist, he nuzzled my breasts. It was easy to forget that there were cameras in the room when we were together like this.

Ric leaned back to look gebze escort at me and with that gorgeous grin on his handsome face, that wicked glow in his beautiful brown eyes, he said, “You’re killing me smalls.”

He always said this to me, especially when I said, did or wore something that turned him on. I also think he did it because he likes to see me blush, grin and giggle like a school girl!

I kissed his soft lips and asked him if he was ready for the masterpiece.

“Oh yeah baby,” he said as he squeezed my butt again.

Then he reached up and popped my breasts free of their material. Before I could stop him, he yanked me close and took one breast in his hand and one in his mouth. Instead of backing away and scolding him like I knew I should, I leaned into him and moaned. Ric took that as encouragement and took my wrap off. Then he switched breasts and slid his hand that wasn’t on a breast up between my legs. He slipped his finger inside the filmy material and began rubbing my mound. He switched breasts again as he slid a finger inside my nether lips to find my swollen nub.

A moan escaped my lips that was loud enough to bring the clerk to check on us.

“Is everything ok?” she asked as she opened the curtain.

I had just barely enough time to pop my breasts most of the way back into the body suit before she opened the curtain. Since Ric was sitting down between me and the doorway with his back to the door, the clerk couldn’t see his hand still rubbing at my core. Just as I started to answer her, he slid a finger inside my moist slit, causing my voice to crack as I stumbled over the words.

“Yes.” ahem, I cleared my throat. “Yes. Everything is just fine. My boyfriend was just showing me how much he liked this outfit. We’re fine.”

The clerk had the decency to look a wee bit embarrassed as she said, “Ok then. I’ll just leave you two alone. Just come on out when you’re done.” Then she backed out and closed the curtain.

Ric never stopped fingering me the whole time and by now, I was ready to explode. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him greedily as he took me to orgasm. The kiss helped muffle the moan I let out as I exploded all over his hand.

I broke off the kiss as I started coming back to earth. Rick slid his hand out and started licking his palm and his fingers as he replaced the cloth with the other hand. He rubbed my mound through the material soaking it instantly.

“Guess this one’s a keeper,” he said with a wicked grin on his face.

As I turned to walk away, Ric swatted my ass which caused me to squeal with surprise. I made sure to put an extra wiggle in my walk as I went.

“That’s right, shake it girlfriend.” he said laughing.

I laughed and shook my head as I closed the curtain to the fitting room. Now, for the piece de resistance. The sexy lingerie. I decided to try on the one Ric picked for me first.

I slid the lacy undies on first. What an odd sensation the lace created against my shaved mound, not to mention the open crotch. I decided I liked that feeling and was glad Ric picked them.

Then I put on the top piece. It had spaghetti straps that were actually comfortable. I soon found out the openings in the front were just the right size for my ‘little-larger-than-C-but-not-quite-D cup’ breasts. The openings had an extra embroidered edge around them to provide support. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I loved it when Ric dressed me like I were his life-sized Barbie doll!

When i opened the curtain and walked out to the sitting area, the look on Ric’s face was priceless. I flushed as the look of awe changed to desire.

I sort of stumbled, as I asked him, “Well? What do you think?”

His voice was very husky with desire as he answered, “Come here m’pet.”

I blushed as I walked toward him. he knew that was my favorite ‘term of endearment’ that he had for me. I walked toward him slowly, never taking my eyes from his. he literally growled because I was taking my time to get to him.

When I finally got to him, he stood up and grabbed me by the waist and wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked me to him. His mouth assaulted mine so deliciously, I just melted against him.

The hand he had around my waist snaked down between my legs. I moaned as his fingers slipped through the opening in the panties and touched my skin. He only rubbed the outside of my slit but was still getting me wet.

Once again, the clerk came to ask if everything was ok. This was part of the script. This is where Ken came in to play. When the clerk opened the curtain and saw Ric standing there with his hand in my panties, she blushed.

Ric all but growled at her, “Unless you want to watch me fuck the hell out of my girlfriend, I suggest you close the curtain and go away.”

“Sir, you can’t do that here! It’s a public space!” she exclaimed in shock.

“I don’t care. You have about five seconds to decide!”

“I’m darıca escort going to get security!” she threatened.

“Go right ahead. they can watch too!”

Then he captured my mouth in another deep, forceful, delicious kiss. The clerk ducked out closing the curtain behind her. Of course Ken had been watching the whole thing from his ‘security room’.

Ric had just taken me over to the couch that was across the room and sat down having me stand in front of him between his legs when Ken came in. Ric ignored him and squeezed my breasts that were exposed to him.

Just as Ric took one nipple in his mouth, Ken said in a booming voice, “What’s going on in here!?”

“Like I told the clerk, I’m going to fuck the hell out of my girlfriend, so unless you want to watch, I suggest you leave!”

“This is a public place. You can’t do that in here.”

He turned me toward Ken so he got a full view of me in the lacy get-up Ric picked out for me.

Ken’s jaw dropped as Ric said, “Yeah, that.”

Then Ric turned me back to him and pulled me close to start sucking on my breasts again. Then he lifted the edge of the top and yanked it off over my head, freeing my breasts of the lace. He let out an almost otherworldly growl. It was his full of desire hungry growl. He squeezed my breasts and looking at Ken, he took a nipple in his mouth possessively.

I heard ken start to say something but when Ric took the other nipple in his mouth and reached around to squeeze my ass, he must have changed his mind. I heard the shuffle of feet as Ken moved. I wasn’t sure where he was going until he came to stand beside me, getting a good look at Ric suckling at my breasts.

I looked at Ken knowing my eyes were full of desire for Ric. As I pressed Ric’s head tighter to my breast, I licked my lips and smiled as I watched Ken sit down. I could tell he was enjoying the show from the look in his eyes as well as the bulge that was growing in the front of his uniform pants that fit his body so well.

When Ric heard Ken sit down on the chair beside the couch, he looked up at me causing me to look down at him. The desire in his eyes melting me, making me wet. Ric slid his hand from my ass and brought it up between my legs. I had forgotten for a moment that I was wearing crotchless underwear until he slid his fingers inside them. I gasped when he slid his fingers inside my wet slit.

“Mmmmmmmmm. You’re all wet and ready for me. I’m going to get my fill baby.”

And very quickly, I was lying on my back on the couch with one leg thrown over the low back and the other over the edge. I heard Ken let out a tiny moan as Ric got down on his knees beside the couch and dipped his head down. Ken let out a bigger moan when I grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples as Ric kissed my nether lips.

Ric licked the outside, then slowly spread my lips apart. I hissed in a breath as Rick licked at my clit. As Ric stroked his tongue up and down, I moaned.

“Oh Ric. Oh baby. Your tongue feels so good on my clit.”

Just at that moment, I heard Ken’s zipper and the clerk came in to see if everything was all right. Seems I moaned louder than I thought.

“Is everything OK in he-.” she broke off as she took in the scene before her.

Ric had his face buried in my pussy while I tweaked my nipples and Ken had just unzipped. she stood there for a moment in shock I was sure. We ignored her, lost in our own passion that was not an act. Ken however, locked eyes with her as he released his swollen cock and started stroking himself.

The clerk started to say something but when she locked eyes with Ken as he started stroking himself, she closed her mouth. Instead, she walked toward Ken, stopping to watch us momentarily. As she approached Ken, she removed her blouse.

Ken let out an appreciative ‘mmmm’ as she stepped in front of him. She straddled his lap and reached up to unhook her bra. She sat in his lap and brought his head to her breasts. As he started to suck on her breasts, she threw her head back and moaned.

Ric continued lapping up my juices as he made me cum over and over, each orgasm bigger than the one before. Finally, when he raised his head, looked me in the eye as he wiped his mouth and chin. I shifted positions. It was my turn.

I took Ric’s chin in my hand, looked him in the eye and said, “It’s my turn baby. Lay back and let me have it.”

Ric took off his shirt and leaned back against the arm of the couch. I leaned forward and kissed him. Then I trailed kisses down his neck and nibbled my way down to his nipples. I ran my tongue around each nipple and sucked on them and bit them as he had done mine earlier. As I bit down, he hissed in a breath and I knew it was time to move on.

I leaned back and slowly unbuttoned his jeans and even more slowly unzipped them. Then he raised his hips so I could pull his jeans down. The front of his boxers told me how excited he was, as if I had an doubt. I smiled and grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.

When I slid his boxers down enough that his wonderfully hard cock popped free, I moaned, “Mmmmm yeah.”

Then I dipped my head down and circled the head of his cock with my tongue. Ric moaned. Then I went down on him slowly.

“Oh baby.” he sighed as he lifted his hips.

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Your other hand unzips the zipper of my shorts and start to finger my pussy, while glancing at my face to see my eyes closed and mouth slightly open. The two of us have your shorts undone to have your glorious cock exposed that I may stroke that wonderful hardened part of you just for my escort kocaeli bayan pleasure. Your hand and fingers are tickling me so playfully as you lightly touch my clit and tease at penetrating me. Taking my hand from my breast, it has gone down to meet yours as you tease and tantalize me. Back and forth we play with each other, watching each other and what we are doing.

I turn to face you as you are still stroking your cock and I am seeing that lovely cock of yours so hard, so tempting. You start to kiss my breasts and lick at my nipples, running your tongue down my body to my very womanhood. Licking at me and sucking gently on my clit, my pussy has become so wet as I stand there shaking with your touch. My hands on your shoulders needing to steady myself as I dizzy from your loving gestures.

Licking at me and sucking, I am getting wetter as you lap up the taste of me. Taking two of your fingers and penetrating me with a moan and a squeal, I shake uncontrollably.

The people that were off in the distance from us have caught glimpse of shadows from behind the waterfall as they hear moans echoing through the water.

I am now so close to feeling an inner explosion that my mind is no longer aware of being attached to earth. Oh God, I feel kocaeli otele gelen escort myself starting to cum as you penetrate me with your fingers and your tongue laps at the opening of my pussy to extreme ecstasy.

“Oh Love, I am cummminnggg!!”

You suck at my pussy to urge me on, faster, with your tongue entering me!! Oh God, Oh God, I can’t hold still, trembling.

“Ooohhhh, I am cummminnnnggg!!”

You lick at me to get it all!! Oh, I am shakkinnnggg, hold me from falling, my head is spinning!! “Oh Love, what you do to me, steady me quick!!”

“OH GOD!! Please wait, I need to catch my breath!!”

As I start to calm down you are taking your fingers to my glistening wet pussy again, BUT this time I want to play too. So we lay beside each other on the rock floor of the walkway. My face to your glorious cock and yours to my pussy. I start to lick at the head of your cock as I glance down to your face, feeling you licking at me again. Running my tongue along your shaft, licking at the head and going back to your balls so gently to take one by one into my mouth and suck so lightly. I am already so close to cumming again from what is going on and what you have done to me before.

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We have drawn a crowd but they aren’t seeing that well as the falls and spray show us only shadows from behind.

You are so ready and excitement of sucking at you has me even closer.

“Oh Love, Please fuck me!! I want you inside me now!!”

You turn me over and thrust your cock so deep inside me that I swear I can feel you to my heart. Thrusting hard and deep, oh God you must cum now, please you must cum now, PLEASE!!

“Arrrggghhh”…you moan as you feel it. You hot cum spirting inside me. Spirt,cum,spirt,cum,spirt,cum…you ejaculate inside me!!

“Oh God, I feel you, I am cummmmmiiinnnnnnggg!!”

OH GOD, the world has just stood still as our minds orbit into space.

The people heard all the moans and screams, women got VERY wet and the men got so hard that they had to finish themselves.

We shook and goose bumps were all over our bodies. We lay beside each other to calm and hold each other as we felt the closeness. As the force of the waterfall continues to drop to the deep pool of water below and the day seems so much warmer.

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Of course, it was something that would happen: it was inevitable she would meet her new neighbour. They lived next door to each other, after all, admittedly in a part of suburbia where the houses were large and the gardens generous. They were not cheek by jowl. Perhaps he had knocked on her door when first moving in: only she had been out. Really, she should have gone around and introduced herself, but she has always been shy, painfully shy. Sal hid behind her glasses and rather too much clothing. Sal had always been like that to the infuriation, really, of her outgoing parents. They were, alas, departed which is why she had their big old house. The house she had always lived in, the house with its big private garden. She had been alarmed when the next-door house had been put up for sale. She did not like change, she had not liked the thought of new neighbours.

The photography club was almost her only real opportunity for meeting people. She found it safe because the same people were there — the same people, mostly, who were there when she joined all those years ago whilst at school. Sal had been on her way to a club meeting with some new wildlife photographs to show — not those photographs, not those of her neighbour or herself naked and aroused… or worse — when she had met the new neighbour outside his house. She had to speak, had to introduce herself.

And, of course, she could not help having in her mind’s eye the image of him unclothed, moreover with that large erection she had seen. She knew it was large. Sal might well have never experienced one in the flesh, so to speak, but she was not ignorant — even of size.

As was her habit, she had trouble looking strangers in the eye, but her downcast eye found itself looking at the bulge at the front of his trousers, the bulge men have and is perhaps most obvious at the swimming pool. Sal did swim. It was a regular habit for fitness, again something dating back to when she was a young girl. She knew the routine. Did not have a problem with that, did not have a problem of walking in, paying her money, going into the ladies changing room, changing and swimming. Nor did she have a problem with looking obliquely at nice men’s bulges in their trunks. They were particularly obvious there.

Sal was invited in for coffee by her new neighbour but, of course declined. She was on the way to her club meeting. He then asked about that and she could think of no easy reason, even for her, of declining his further invitation to join him for coffee the next morning. She could hardly say she was going shopping. Obviously she could do her shopping any time.

The photography meeting was a good one. She was a little surprised when Mr. Soames produced a folio of nudes. They were very well taken with excellent lighting and the girl had posed very well. Sal had, of course, been embarrassed by the subject but it was easier to hide her embarrassment by making objective comments. No one there, she thought, would have had any idea of her own nude photography. A much more candid photography of her neighbour and herself. There was nothing sexual about Mr Soames’ nudes though Sal did wonder quite how he knew the model.

Mr Soames’ work was certainly the main topic of discussion and several members expressed an interest in seeing how well they could tackle nude photography. Of course, the difficulty of finding suitable models was discussed. One or two members saying that they were not too sure their respective spouses would be too happy posing. It was a thought that for a club night they might perhaps hire a model, male or female — it did not matter.

The appalling idea of the club members taking it in turns to be the model came to Sal’s mind. It caused her to shiver. The idea of being naked in front of the other club members quite awful to her. In her swimsuit at the swimming baths one thing – and not actually naked – but nude at a club meeting quite another.

The next morning Sal awoke in quite a sweat. Dreams do seem to pick up on events and concerns of the day before and that had certainly been the case with Sal. She had dreamt of being at her photography club meeting, only, of course, in the way of dreams it had not been at their usual meeting place of the village hall but the swimming baths for no apparent reason, in the illogical way of dreams. They had all, the members of the club, been there in their swimming things and with cameras. They had taken pictures with the slanting light through the side windows of the pool, but the clamour had grown to take photographs of nudes and, in her dream, Sal had volunteered. Again, for no obvious reason.

The awful embarrassment of lowering her black swimsuit down past her chest still lingered in her mind as she lay there in her bed. And then, still worse, taking the swimsuit off completely. Sal could not remember the photographing, but she could remember the bulges in the men’s trunks, not just the bulges she normally saw at the swimming baths kocaeli escort bayan but the full bulges of retained and contained fully grown penises. The dream had become sexual — a wet dream. Sal remembered she had dreamt it was Mrs Riley, of all people saying they wanted to photograph copulation and there being a chorus of ‘yes, yes, yes, what a challenge.’ Sal’s protestations were ignored, and she recalled dreaming of Mr Soames coming towards her with erection pointing — she did not think the dream had bothered with him taking his trunks off. He had just been naked and exposed.

Sal had awoken just as Mr Soames had touched her. She had awoken in a sweat and with herself awash between her thighs. She reached for her glass of water and drank in gulps. Since she had photographed her neighbour and then herself in her garden naked she had been finding sexual thought more frequent. For a moment or two she thought of lying there thinking — and playing with herself but the sun streaming through the curtains beckoned her outside.

Just descending the stairs naked was not something she would have done before. Certainly, standing and looking at her new and very private photography album with the best of her ‘nude’ photography (developed by herself in her own little dark room), one handed and with the other touching herself would have been unimaginable outside her bed — or perhaps in the shower — before. Her eyes dwelt on the photograph of the ejaculating penis — her neighbour’s penis. He could have no idea she had such an image. It was a large print and filled a whole page. It was very sexual to her. Her fingers played.

Sal stepped out from the French windows into the shade stark naked. The sun was bright, and she squinted. It was a wonderful feeling to be out and naked. Animal like. She thought how good it would be to be away from her garden, perhaps in the forest, on the moor or in the fields naked like that — and importantly alone. The idea of anyone seeing her too awful to contemplate but the idea of leaving her clothes and just walking like that for a bit, perhaps to sit and… masturbate.

A few more steps and she was actually in the early morning sun. It was warm on her front, warm on her naked skin. Standing and stretching a little she could hear her neighbour next door out in his garden. He was also up and about early in the morning. Was he perhaps naked too? Was she feet from a naked and possibly erect man? She could have scurried up to her balcony and peeped, but Sal was enjoying the sunshine. Wonderful to walk further down the garden. At the bottom of the garden was an old wall with a green painted door in it. The wall was quite high, a good eight foot and stretched three doors down behind other houses, though not her neighbours. Quite why it had been built was unclear. It was Victorian like her house. Through the door was a green lane, an old farm track quite clearly from before the houses had been built.

Sal leant with her bottom against the wall. It had a lovely visual texture, old yellow bricks, and was already warm against the skin of her buttocks. She leant, looking back at the house and its windows watching her, perhaps surprised at what they were seeing. There was, of course, no one in her house to see her and, unless there was some spy hole in fence or hedge, neither of her neighbours could peek at her nudity either.

The idea, though, of a watcher, a secret watcher – as secret as she had been with her neighbour was in her mind. Both appalling but strangely exciting at one and the same time. She looked up at her house imagining perhaps her neighbour or another man standing at an upstairs window, naked and very visibly enjoying seeing her nudity – his penis engorged and standing proud. Sal visible to him but not him to her, she merely seeing the dark window in shade and not the naked man. She so clear to him but he invisible to her.

Sal bit her lip. This was so unlike her, so not her to be in any way happy let alone aroused sexually by the thought of being even noticed let alone observed naked. Yet she was so conscious of just how visible she would be against the backdrop of the sun-drenched wall, her pale skin against the sun brightened old yellow brickwork, the triangle of her tangled bush so striking against her skin and the wall.

Again, so unlike her, she posed with legs a little open and hand between her thighs for the house to see, she turned and showed the curve of her bottom to the house, she bent forward so her ample breasts hung forward and grinned. Between her legs that lovely feeling of gooey wetness from sexual arousal, a certainty that with the right sort of thoughts and agile fingers to her clitoris and nipples she could make herself ‘come.’

The photographer in her again exerted itself and all at once she ran to get her camera. Sal ran up the garden as she had not done since little and never with her breasts bounding. What would the watcher izmit otele gelen escort have thought? She was sure bouncing breasts would excite a man. In her mind the thought of the man touching himself, stimulating his penis perhaps even ‘coming’ as she had seen her neighbour come.

A diversion on the way to get the camera found herself on the balcony peering through the wisteria. The thought of a naked man watching her leading to thoughts of watching a naked man.

She was not disappointed. Just as she had been naked in her garden so was he, only he was not betraying sexual excitement. Indeed, he was sitting on a garden chair by a table with his back to her reading a newspaper. She could see his naked left buttock but not his penis. In her heart she disapproved at what she was doing – peeking – but in her state of arousal she did not simply withdraw, rather her hand stole to her sex and she played as she watched. All at once the man stood showing his nice, tight buttocks entire, put down his newspaper and turned. There for Sal to see once again was his genitalia. Her fingers slid into herself making it very clear what he subconscious had in mind but, the man was not at all ready for such a thing. There was no erection rather the penis was as relaxed as relaxed could be, hanging down with its foreskin covered head gently knocking against his twin balls. Sal watched the package swinging as the man stepped towards his house and out of sight.

Sal went for her camera and catching sight of herself in a mirror shook her head. This was all so unlike her.

The camera was set up on a tripod down the garden facing the wall. In Sal’s hand a remote as she readied herself to pose. She had seen how Mr. Soames’ model had posed and she did the same. Naked flesh against old stone wall. Nude studies and then more provocative poses that had not been part of Mr. Soames’ set – though it might have been, and she had wondered, whether he had not shown all that he had photographed.

She photographed herself masturbating, her fingers so clearly at work when she reviewed the photographs later. There were rather a lot of her actually coming. In her paroxysm she had kept squeezing the remote!

As she carried the camera back she wondered if her neighbour was still there at his table, still naked and reading his newspaper totally unaware his next-door neighbour was walking feet away totally naked and – to put it bluntly – very wet.

Eleven o’clock came and Sal stepped out of her front door. With her it was not a casual act. She had not thought five minutes before that she had better change into something better as she was visiting her neighbour for coffee at eleven. She had been fretting and worrying about it since she had come back from her unexpected garden photography session and her shower. What she should wear and what she should say. It was one thing looking at him through the wisteria: quite another having to go into his house and talk.

Worse she found herself sitting in the very chair and at the very table she had seen him sitting at naked earlier that morning. As he went to fetch the coffee she glanced up at the wisteria of her own house and where her vantage point had been. The balcony was completely obscured. It was a relief. He could not see and could not suspect she watched.

Of course, he was clothed. The whole meeting was perfectly normal. There was no need to refer to unclothed bodies at all. Sal certainly mentioned photography as a hobby in response to polite questions about how her club evening had gone. Her neighbour proved reasonably knowledgeable about birds as well.

And, of course, Sal had to invite her neighbour around by way of return and a date was fixed for the week after. Sal, though, did not plan to serve coffee in her garden. She did not want her neighbour realising about the balcony. She should not really have minded had he, as a result of realising she had such a balcony, become more discrete about his apparent naturism, but the awful reality was that she was rather enjoying being able to see a naked man.

Sal took him into her lounge, rather than garden, and left him looking at an album of her better ornithological photographs. She was particularly pleased with her photographs of bitterns. They had been ‘booming.’

Sal walked back into the room, a tray with coffee in her hands and stopped, aghast. The man, her neighbour, his back to her, was not now looking at her ornithological album or one of her wildlife albums but another album, another album entirely, the one she had not intended anyone else to see and should not really have even been in the room yet it had been there on the shelf with all the others, the one with the ‘other’ wildlife photographs, beautifully taken photographs, but of him naked – and Sal as well.

She backed, backed into the hallway. Sal did not think he had seen her. She stood shaking almost kocaeli suriyeli escort in fear and certainly in embarrassment and then her eyes widened. Inside her skirt, between her thighs she could feel a rush of sexual excitement. She was both appalled he was seeing her naked pictures but at the same time becoming excited by it. Sal could not understand this contradiction in herself. He was looking at not just pictures of her but pictures of him unclothed… and worse. But perhaps he had only seen those of her. Certainly, it had just been her on the pages she had seen open before him.

Sal made a bit of a clattering sound with the tray, paused and then walked back into the room. The man was looking at a photograph of a pair of water rats, albeit upside down. There was not the same polite calm about him. He looked flustered and perhaps for that reason did not seem to notice Sal’s own confusion. The conversation was a little more stilted than it might otherwise have been. It was mostly about Sal’s wildlife photography but even so, Sal knew what photographs he was really thinking about and that he was more than a little aware of just what was contained in a particular volume of photographs on her shelf.

After he had gone, Sal wondered if he would now cease his naked breakfasts or garden nudity. But she did not know if he had seen photographs of himself rather than just Sal naked. Certainly, the pages she had seen open were not simply of her naked but masturbating there on her lawn. Embarrassing… yet rather exciting in a way that he had seen her like that. The thought surprised her. The wetness between her legs surprised her. It was a warm day and Sal went upstairs to put on something cooler, only instead she carried on undressing completely and then slipped out onto her balcony and peered through the wisteria.

She had not really expected to see him, still less naked but there he was in full sight through the leaves of the climbing wisteria, the man only minutes before she had been talking to and drinking coffee with in her house. Not only was he naked but his manly organ, that equipage so different from her own was not only on display but prominent in its display. He was erect. So big! Sal’s hand went straight between her legs. So exciting to see, especially when excited herself. She made use of the visual stimulation before her.

He walked a little down his garden and then back again, his head not raised but as if he was deep in thought. About what, Sal wondered, but it seemed obvious from his stand that it must be sexual thoughts, perhaps even about some photographs he had recently seen. He paused for a few moments standing looking at the fence between his house and hers in half profile, the sun coming in from above the house showing him so clearly, and then he walked beyond her vision to his house.

Perhaps he might reappear. Sal went for her camera and was not disappointed. He returned with a magazine in hand, one of those from the top shelf of the newsagent. The sort Sal had never looked at but had seen boys, years ago at school, surreptitiously exchanging not quite behind the bike sheds but certainly reasonably secretly. Pictures somewhat like Mr. Soames had taken but probably rather more provocative, certainly that was what the pictures of the girls looked like from what she could see as he set the magazine on a table and leafed through it.

Seemingly he found a favourite and paused and then, to her delight, began to stroke himself. Sal’s camera clicked. More evidence of his wrongdoing? Hardly! Sal had to admit she liked seeing what she was seeing, knew she was enjoying a real picture in 3D of rampant maleness just as he was enjoying a mere image in a magazine in just the same way. It was lovely watching him exercise his so big organ, just as her fingers exercised her own little one. Of course, Sal thought of what she might do with ‘it,’ what it would be like if, instead of his fingers, hers were doing the stroking. Sal bit her lip, the excitement of making it do that male thing – the so visible demonstration of the male orgasm.

Was he going to come? Sal was torn between the photography, the so unusual subject of the male performing, and pleasuring herself. The thought of again catching the ejaculation in mid-flight using a high shutter speed as if frozen and solid. His body was not moving and so she could use the tripod. She knew her camera like the back of her hand and had it set up focused and ready within seconds. It was good to see him standing there so big, with his proud, it seemed the right word, male organ so stiff and watch him stroking with her naked eye, it was also rather good to lean down and look at it in magnification through the view finder, the lower part of his body and part of the table in crisp focus. Through that she could see the picture he was looking at rather more clearly. A naked girl, a rather hairy girl with her legs spread wide and touching herself – somewhat like some of the pictures of herself taken on her lawn.

Sal looked up from the viewfinder and watched her neighbour. In one hand the remote, in the other her sex, she leant forward with her forehead against the leaves of the wisteria, a real beaming smile on her face. Her sex was awash with arousal. She was really enjoying seeing a naked man doing a sexual act. And then he did ‘the’ sexual act.

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The next day, my relief of actually being able to get dressed this morning was short-lived. As I walked into my Math class there was a cacophony of applause and hooting at my arrival. I blushed for I was reminded as to why that was. All of the girls in this room have seen me NAKED. They have seen, and some even felt, every nook and cranny of my body. They saw me dress up in ridiculous underwear and a lavender silk shirt like I was the faceless character on the cover of a paperback novel. I frowned as I looked to my students who were concentrating their x-ray vision in my direction. I tried to shake it off. I tried to be extra demanding of my students by calling on them for difficult questions, solving high level equations, and speaking as harshly and critically as I could manage.

It was to no avail.

No matter how hard I tried to make the class, no matter what I did to make them forget about yesterday’s nude fiasco, my students would just laugh off any and all snide remarks I made towards them. Even more surprising was that they were answering any question I gave them correctly. They completed their work quickly and efficiently all the while eyeballing me lasciviously. Seeing me naked and vulnerable has permanently altered the class dynamic.

As the class was dismissed, it became clear to me that any fear and respect I achieved as an educator had diminished into almost nothing in regards to the relationship with my students. Once everyone left, I plopped myself down at my desk and cradled my face in my hands.

(Well, at least they’re studying just like you wanted Avery. You will have the highest Mathematics test scores in Intectus Deprehendi’s history. All it cost you was your dignity.)

I felt a soothing presence approach me. I didn’t have to look up to see who it was. “Bridget.” I called her name.

“I’m sorry,” The apology was unexpected but I didn’t raise my face “I’m certain you already guessed; it was because of me that everyone’s test scores rose up so dramatically. I noticed that mistake you made in that first equation ages ago. Rather than telling you about it, I used it to my advantage to form a study group behind your back with all the other students so that they would excel come the next test. I’m the reason you lost the bet. By extension, I’m the reason you ended up getting seen naked by your class and my art class.” She was being sincerely sympathetic.

I shook my head and looked up at her then. She looked so lovely, wearing a sleeveless blouse and a blue plaid skirt and stockings. “No, do not apologize. The blame lies squarely upon my shoulders. I’m the teacher, I should have noticed all on my own that I was pushing a flawed equation. I was hurting all of you academically without even realizing it. I deserved to lose that bet. I am also the one who signed up to be a nude model for Sands’ class without even reading the prerequisites just so I could cover my ass…ironic, when you say it like that.”

Bridget snorted. “Always the responsible one aren’t you?” She reached across the desk and held my hand. Lifting it up to her face, she gave my palm a kiss and my heart fluttered a bit. “Go out with me Professor.”

I blinked. Did I mishear her? “Sorry?”

“I think it is quite apparent at this point that I really like you. Have I not told you as such? And lets not pretend you don’t feel the same way for me.”

My mind was swirling. “What…do you…why do you like me?” That was all I could muster.

“You are a man who accepts both his strengths and his weaknesses. This grants you confidence and humility. You hold true to your word no matter the cost; that makes you dependable and trustworthy. You’re smart, you’re handsome, you have a very nice ass, and most importantly I have the most fun teasing you mercilessly.”

I could not explain the feeling I had inside of me right now. Bridget liked me. She actually liked me. As I finally sorted out my thoughts, I knew I had to give her kocaeli escort my response. A small flicker of happiness from within me stirred erratically at being confessed to by Bridget, only to have it demolished once my rationality kicked in.

“I’m sorry Bridget,” I shook my head solemnly. “I am truly and deeply sorry. In another time…in another place…but…I just can’t. I am your teacher, you are my student, dating is completely out of the question. I’m afraid I…indulged myself too much from your friendliness. I even gave you a false sense that this attraction between us can go somewhere, but it can’t. I could get fired and you could have your reputation marred. So I deeply regret to tell you…” Bridget climbed on top of the desk and slid close enough to my face to kiss me.

“I understand completely Professor,” She removed my glasses gently from my face and placed them in my desk drawer. “I would never wish to see you fired and I know that those very principles that I love so much about you would keep you from taking this any further without a good enough reason. However, before we end this once and for all, can I have one last memory with you?” She placed her hand on my face and stroked my cheek.

“What do you want?” I looked into her eyes, completely mesmerized by her voice.

Bridget crawled on top of my desk moving towards me. Grabbing me by the tie, she pulled me up from my chair to smash my face in for another powerful kiss. We were both smart people, we knew what we wanted. I scooped Bridget up into my arms as she loosened my tie; as well as the buttons on my shirt. As soon as my blazer and shirt shrugged off my arms and hit the floor, my hands were free to undo the buttons on her shirt this time. I was still wearing a white wife-beater and the both of us were unwilling to break our kiss to pull it off. So instead, Bridget just ripped the thing right off my back leaving it in shambles at my feet. We were both in the throngs of mindless passion now.

Once I loosened the last button on her shirt, I grabbed her by the shoulders and laid her on her back on the desk. She was wearing a lacy pink bra and, my God, her rack was enticing. I gave her a kiss her on the mouth once again, followed by a series of kisses starting from her neck, down to her cleavage, and then her navel. I savored her skin’s softness. I could have taken this moment to collect my thoughts; stopped myself from crossing this line any more than I already had. But for the first time in my life I simply was not thinking at all and I actually enjoyed it. A lot.

Looming over her again, I placed my hands on her knees and began sliding my hands up her legs never breaking eye contact as I panted heavily and carnivorously into her breath. My fingers reached her hips. When she pulled out a small stack of condoms from the cup of her bra I almost laughed, “I can always count on you to come prepared for my class.” I felt the edge of her panties. I yanked them down her thighs then pulled them right off her feet, tossing them aside.

“One definition of luck is when preparation meets opportunity,” Bridget handed me the condoms. “and I plan on getting lucky.” As I took a moment to rip open one of the packets with my teeth, Bridget had already unfastened my belt and jerked my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I was naked before her once again. My dick was at full mast ever since she started unbuttoning my shirt. Bridget’s opened blouse slid off from one of her shoulders as she laid back on my desk and spread her legs invitingly.

I equipped myself with the rubber as quickly as I could. I tossed the rest of the condoms aside as I plunged myself deep inside her, leaning over her on the desk for good measure. Bridget let out an eager cry, her pussy already wet from anticipation. I began thrusting my hips forward frantically and Bridget wrapped her arms and legs around me letting out pleasured moans as I slammed gölcük escort her clitoris rhythmically. I was holding her now, my lower half greedily plundered her insides as she climaxed over and over again. Breaking out into a sweat, I groaned loudly as I finally unleashed my load.

As I steadied my breathing, I brought her face to face with me. She was looking like the cat in the cream. Our chests rose and fell against each other as we hungrily brought our lips back together again. Despite the intense orgasms from us both, I was still rock hard inside of Bridget so I gyrated my hips some more to build up for another go with her. “Mmmn…” As we tongue-wrestled one another, my hands traveled along her back until my fingers found the clasp of her bra. Before I even had a chance to unhook the offending garment, a bright flash coming from our side gave us pause. Someone had taken a picture of us fucking on my desk! I very reluctantly stopped kissing Bridget to turn and see who it was.

“Whoa! That was as hot as hell!” Scarlet was smiling ear-to-ear as she nudged Ingrid who also had her phone out, no doubt recording everything that just happened.

My face flushed a deep scarlet at the sight of their camera phones being aimed directly at me in my shameful position of nudity. “I…wha…what are you still doing here!?” I managed to cry out through the awkwardness.

Ingrid shrugged. “We never left Prof.”

“We were just waiting for Bridget to finish speaking with you so we could make plans to meet up later.” Scarlet twirled her red locks with her index finger. “We had no idea that this was going to turn into a romp fest but I am so glad it did.” I was so focused on how the class was treating me then switched my attention to Bridget, I didn’t realize we had an audience.

I looked at Bridget then, searching for an answer. Did she know her friends were standing there the whole time? If so, why did she initiate sex? What was her endgame? Scarlet approached us then. I wanted to run away, but with my pants around my ankles, my dick balls deep inside of Bridget, and her arms and legs constricting around me, escape was not even possible. Scarlet held up her phone to my face, playing back her recording of the wanton footage of Bridget and I going at it on top of my desk. I was panicking, my heart was jack-hammering. What is she going to do with this footage?

“As you well know Professor Finn, if this video gets out you can lose your job to say the least.” Scarlet smiled devilishly. “Unless of course you fulfill my demands.” I should have known it would come to this.

“What do you want me to do?” I prepared myself for the worst.

“It’s quite simple Prof…” I waited nervously for Scarlet’s demands now holding on to Bridget for cover and comfort as if she were a koala bear clinging to my neck and waist with her appendages. “You are to ask Bridget to go out with you and continue to date her if you don’t want this video to get out.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Scarlet smiled and shook her head as if she were dealing with a child trying to use the stove for the first time. “Come on Finn, it’s pretty obvious that you got it bad for our Bridget and for some reason I cannot comprehend, she has it in for you too.” Scarlet reached out and placed her fingers on my butt cheek and began stroking. The sensation from her amorous touch hardened me up inside of Bridget once more. Bridget let out an adorable cooing noise as I lengthened within her vagina; she tightened her grip around me.

“All we’re doing is giving you the excuse you clearly need to do what you both want.” Ingrid followed Scarlet’s example by circling around me so she could stroke my other half of my butt. I was covered in goosebumps. I attempted to shift a little to position myself in a more comfortable pose but with my pants around my ankles and my penis several inches inside of Bridget’s pussy my shifting izmit sınırsız escort only served the purpose of pleasuring Bridget who was thoroughly enjoying having my dick wave around inside her. With no chance of escape, I just stood there in a cold sweat with Bridget hovering over my desk as I clutched her half-clad form in my arms.

“We know that you are a total stickler for the rules,” Scarlet continued to pet my ass. “but you have made exceptions before to save your career, we are counting on that. Plus, we’d like to think you would be willing to bend your morals just a teensy bit for Bridget’s happiness and yours.”

“So just tell yourself this:” Ingrid waved the incriminating photo on her phone at me while still playing with my butt. I flushed. “‘these rotten girls are going to destroy my entire reputation if I don’t keep banging their friend.’ Just tell anyone who gets suspicious that you’re being blackmailed (technically true) into dating a student and you will have all the reason in the world to sweep her off her feet (like you’re doing now, hehe). So what do you say? This is what Bridget wants, and you want it too, so let yourself have it!”

Are they for real? They were doing this just so I could ask out Bridget? Its true that my self-enforced standards would never allow me to date a student but in spite of that, I still did quite a few things with Bridget that would totally have me reprimanded to say the least. I always seem to want to bend the rules when it comes to Bridget. I looked at her then, her serene face now a picture of hopefulness. She wanted this thing between us to happen, and frankly, I wanted it too. And now, Scarlet and Bridget were providing a good excuse (by means of blackmail and sophistry) for me to go for it.

I shook my head in defeat but I was smiling the whole time. “Well seems like I have no choice then,” I sat Bridget back down on the desk, still warm inside her, and pulled one of her hands towards my mouth so I could kiss her knuckles. Kiss. “Honestly, coercing me to date a student,” I spoke the words so they could be heard by the other two in the room but my eyes never left Bridget. “when dating a student is strictly prohibited.” I pecked Bridget on the lips then. Kiss. “I mean it’s disgraceful,” she kissed me back. Kiss. “it’s prohibited,” I kissed her again. Kiss. “it’s immoral,” Kiss “it’s naughty,” Kiss, Kiss “it’s forbidden,” Kiss, Kiss, Kiss “It’s HOT.” We kissed each other more forcefully this time, moaning and twisting our tongues in harmony.

“We are going to give you two a moment.” I had all but forgotten Scarlet and Ingrid. They took their hands off my buttocks as they stepped away from us. When Bridget and I finally pulled apart from making-out we were both smiling brightly, though Bridget’s eyes narrowed in expectancy. I knew what she was waiting for.

“Well my sweet Bridget, under duress of blackmail, I would like to propose you and I become an item.” I spoke half-jokingly.

“And?”

“And also because…” I was beginning to sweat “…I like you. A lot. You’re beautiful, smart, perhaps even smarter than me, sexy, attentive, and you stick around no matter how intolerable I get. I need that.”

“Consider your proposal officially accepted my darling Avery. Now,” Bridget wiggled her hips playfully keeping me hard inside her vaj ” I’m glad that we got some practice in beforehand but now its time to officially consummate this relationship. Are you good for another round?”

I answered her with an exuberant thrust and she let let out a pleased sound. “What a voracious appetite my girlfriend has.” I spoke to her in a deep voice.

“Fortunately for you.” She grabbed the back of my head and slammed me down on her mouth for an impassioned kiss. I thrust my hips wildly and she continued to climax as I groaned in ecstasy. It wasn’t until I had my second orgasm when I noticed that Scarlet and Ingrid didn’t actually leave the room at all. They were standing right by the door snickering away as they recorded our little spectacle on their phones. My face turned blazing red. I pulled out of Bridget, letting the full condom slide off me and drop to the floor as Ingrid snapped another photo. It is not uncommon for confessions to be quite embarrassing, but I am pretty sure mine took the cake.

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A ski trip of six friends becomes sexy towards the end. Joanie falls in love.

************

A group of us decided to go skiing, up in Vermont. Vermont has some great ski resorts, and while snow amounts had not been measuring up to the historical standards, this particular year the ski areas had received a lot of snow.

I guess there was pent up demand for a good year to ski, and even though we tried well ahead of the game to get hotel rooms, we could only get two. Mary, Carol and I would share a room, and the three men would share the other. Our all girls room had two double beds, and we drew straws, and Carol won. I was to share a bed with Mary.

This was a little awkward, since Mary was bisexual, and she and I had enjoyed ourselves, shall we say, once or twice before. The problem was that I came to realize, much as I loved Mary, lesbian sex was a slippery slope for me. I was just too damn attracted to it, but knew in my heart I was heterosexual. I figured I was in reality bisexual, but I didn’t want to be. Since I liked both sexes, I decided just to choose men, and men only. No judgment here, it was simply what I wanted out of life.

I had discussed all this with Mary, and she had claimed she understood, and respected my decision. But I knew she would try something and I would be unable to resist her. I could never resist her. Luckily, though, she was an obsessively private person (unlike me) and having Carol in the room quashed any lustful intentions she might have had by sharing a bed with me for three nights. The result was that all was good, and we slept together nervously, but without incident, I’m pleased to say.

The day we were to leave, we knew the forecast called for a storm with a predicted eight inches, but we had four-wheel drive with our huge SUV, and Vermont has about one snow plow per person, so even though we had to drive through some rather tortuous mountainous terrain, we were not worried. We checked out of our hotel by noon so as not to incur extra charges, skied together happily as the snow gently fell around us, and at around 5pm we drove into town for some dinner, ready to continue the drive back to college after dinner.

“Good thing we have four-wheel drive,” Steve said as we ate our dinner. He gestured to the window and the snow was coming down pretty heavily. Our SUV already had about six inches of snow covering it. (We were parked right in front of the diner.)

The waitress came over. “We’re closing early, so that people can get home,” she said. “Please finish up quickly.”

“Should we be worried?” Carol asked the waitress. “We have four-wheel drive.”

“No, you should be able to get back to the hotels,” she said, “especially if you leave now before it gets really bad.”

“We’ve checked out of the hotel and are heading back to college in Connecticut,” Carol replied.

“You’d better change your plans. The radio says they’ve closed the roads going south. An hour ago, they were requiring chains on cars, but now it’s even closed to that. The predicted eight inches now looks more like two feet, or even more. The road back to the ski resorts is still open, though, and if I were you, I’d hurry back there. Anyway, we’re closing in fifteen minutes. A lot of us live in the countryside,” the waitress replied.

We had a quick group discussion. The men, led by the alpha male Steve, wanted to continue on to see if the roads really were closed, and the women pointed out, gently and respectfully of course, that the men just plain nuts. We women won, and the six of us returned to the hotel which now had a “No Vacancy” sign up, as people prolonged their stays due to the bad storm.

Panicked now, we saw there was a man at the front desk. Carol unbuttoned her blouse a bit more to show some cleavage. Mary and I were wearing sweaters, but we both removed our bras to add some interest for the man at the desk. Properly prepared, we three women went to the front desk and explained our predicament.

The man at reception was gracious and clearly enjoyed checking out the boobs of the three of us. My nipples poked at my sweater, and so did Mary’s. This was not lost on the man at reception. He explained the hotel was fully booked, but if not everyone came, which seemed possible, even likely, because the roads were closed, then he could give us a room.

“We need two or better, three rooms. We’re six people: three women and three men,” I said.

“We’ll do what we can, that’s all I can promise. Why don’t you wait in the bar, and as soon as we get a cancellation or a no-show, I’ll let you know. Nine PM is the deadline for people to show up, or for them to call to let us know they’ll be late,” the man at reception said.

The six of trooped to the bar, the men at one table, the women at another. What does one do when waiting at a bar, knowing we won’t be able to drive home? We all ordered some cocktails. Then we ordered another round. Then came a third round as we all became more and more nervous, escort kocaeli as well as more and more drunk.

It was Carol who said, “So much for the predicted eight inches. I hear they’re now saying it’ll be over 30 inches! That’s a bleeping two and half feet!”

Mary said, “Maybe it wasn’t eight inches of snow per se that was predicted,” and she nodded her head subtly towards the men’s table. Everyone had been speaking of the ‘predicted eight inches,’ not adding the understood word snow. Massive giggling ensued.

Sexual jokes next ran wild at our table. Carol began with, “Yeah, eight inches my ass!”

“Do you mean up your ass? You a back-door girl?” I teased.

“Well I’ve heard rumors about Dylan. With him, though, my guess is that it’s a girl’s pussy, all the time, relentlessly. Still, eight inches in my pussy? I could get into that,” Mary said.

“I guess you mean he could get it into you, right?” Carol teased. Mary giggled nervously in response.

“Eight inches would be a nice change for me, you know?” I said. “Who do you think could be that big?”

This led to a friendly betting pool. We were betting peanuts. Literally. “Let’s change the stakes,” Carol said.

“How so?” I asked.

“Let’s all bet on who doesn’t have eight inches, and if you’re wrong, and assuming the guy is interested (giggles interruption here; we all knew all the men were interested!), then you have to accept the eight inches wherever he wants to place it, as your forfeiture. Back door, front door, mouths, whatever,” she said. “You girls in?”

Mary said she wasn’t that type of girl, but we all knew she was. Everybody knew she was. Mary slept around, to put it politely. She was just more discreet about it than Carol was, for example. Actually, Mary was way more discreet. Her sex life could have received a top-secret clearance at the White House. Not such a big achievement these days, I thought, and giggled silently to myself at my unspoken joke. After a bit of resistance and lots of pressure, Mary caved. She agreed, too.

The real holdout was me. The idea of fucking one of the men just because I had guessed wrong, and not because I liked him nor wanted to fuck him, kind of grossed me out. The pressure to agree from Carol and Mary however was intense. They bought me another cocktail (now my fourth) and by the time I finished it, I had caved and agreed. Now that I was good and drunk, the idea of having eight inches of man meat inside me sounded pretty good. Give me enough alcohol, and I’m like that. I’m not proud of it, but it’s the way I am.

“We each have to choose a different guy,” Carol said. “Joanie, you can go first, since you were the last to agree. Are you okay with that, Mary?”

Mary nodded. It was now up to me to guess which of the three had the ‘predicted eight inches.’ I strongly suspected none of them did. Five inches is the average, and eight inches is probably way more than two standard deviations away from the mean. It was just as likely one of the men was at the other tail of the cock size distribution, with a two-inch cock!

I suspect the girls got the wrong idea about cock size from watching too much porn. (I had been a statistics major before I saw the light and switched to comparative literature.) This meant, basically, no matter who I picked, I was likely to be safe from the ‘predicted eight inches’ and I was not going to have to put out for anyone.

The way I figured it, I had to choose who among the men I would be most comfortable with sharing my body, just in case one of them actually did have the ‘predicted eight inches.’ And if we ended up not getting our rooms back, then this whole game would never happen, anyway. I was not about to have sex in front of the others in the back of a cold SUV, and I felt sure none of the others would want that, either, although I could never be sure about Carol. That girl was full of surprises.

All three men were my friends, and they were all nice men. Steve was classically handsome, and as I mentioned before, he was the alpha male of the three of them. Dylan had dark and brooding eyes, and he gave off a hopelessly romantic effect, kind of like James Dean of the old-time movies.

Jonas had a faraway look in his eyes that I for one found enchanting. Jonas always seemed as if he was lost in thought at all times, solving the problems of the world in his beautiful mind. He was definitely an egghead, and my go-to friend for help with the STEM subjects. Jonas hated his first name, and we all called him Jackson, which was his family name. He also hated to be called Jack, or even JJ. Jackson it was.

I liked all three of the men, but as friends, not as potential lovers. Nevertheless, all of us girls, myself included, had enjoyed flirting with all three men during the ski trip. We also especially enjoyed having girl time in our hotel room. Carol and I discussed the best places in New York to get our legs waxed, where cost of course kocaeli escort was an important factor. Mary shaved, but when we talked about the best place to get a blow dry of our hair, Mary had the best information. Mary had hair that every woman alive would love to have. She could have made shampoo commercials.

It seems obvious I suppose, and perhaps in retrospect it was obvious, but the discussion around ‘blow dry jobs’ led to a discussion of blowjobs. Mary had never given one to a guy, and Carol had given plenty, but she had never enjoyed doing it. I told them I liked the feeling of power over the man I got when I gave a blowjob, and my favorite was when the man started soft and got hard in my mouth.

Both girls were envious that I enjoyed blowjobs, because neither Mary nor Carol had ever met a man who didn’t want one!

“What about the taste of cum?” Carol asked.

“Ooh, that sounds disgusting,” Mary chimed in.

“I kind of like it. It’s healthy, you know. It’s like a salty protein cocktail,” I said.

We all agreed to disagree re blowjobs, and we moved on to talk about the men who had laid us. Without going into details, Carol was a bona fide slut. By her own description, she was easy, and quite a few men had sampled her charms. I was – how shall I say this? – sexually active, but when I was drunk, I too was easy to get into bed. Mary was uptight and totally ungenerous with her sexual favors, but that didn’t seem to stop her from getting laid. She made herself sound as if she were the opposite of easy. Make of it what you will. I, for one, was fairly sure she was lying.

We also discussed the three men. We discussed them a lot. We’d talk about how they flirted with us during the day. Steve would use the same lines, word for word, on each of us. We all giggled at that. They were good lines, too. He always seemed sincere, to boot.

Dylan would try to find something good about each of us, and he would mention it a lot. With Carol it was the ski outfits she wore. Ski outfits have trouble being sexy, but on Carol most anything looks sexy. With Mary, who needed the most help with her skiing, Dylan would say how nice it was that Mary made him feel like a macho man when he helped her. He helped her a lot; especially he helped her to get up when she fell on her skis. He would pull her up and against him, her boobs crushing against his chest, his arms moving around her waist and they would hug a bit. Once he even kissed her neck when he was hugging her that way.

“How did you react?” Carol asked. Mary giggled.

“You know how we say, ‘my eyes are up here?'” she asked rhetorically. “I said, ‘My lips are up here,'” Mary replied.

“Whoa! What did Steve say?” Carol asked.

“Nothing. He just kissed me. And before you ask, yes, he kisses well,” Mary said.

We all giggled in response.

As for me, Dylan complemented me excessively on the ‘tight little curves’ I made as I negotiated my way down the slopes when they were filled with moguls. The ‘tight little curves’ was an obvious double entendre re my body. He would sometimes make things more obvious, just in case I was one of the subtlety impaired. He would do this by adding a cute reference to my ‘natural curves’ referring to my admittedly near perfect hourglass figure. It was a bit patronizing, perhaps, but it was clear he thought I was cute in the way I skied, and that I had a tight, sexy body. I enjoyed his complements.

In the case of Jackson, he was simply just sweet down the line, always with a smile and a word of good cheer. Sometimes it seemed as if Jackson could cheer up a clinical depressive. We were all kind of charmed with the way the three men clearly were interested in each of us, if you know what I mean, but they were harmless.

I know 20% of college girls suffer at least one date rape during their four collegiate years, but we all felt that would never happen with these three guys. They liked us, but they weren’t into demonstrating their power over a woman. I’m sure they would have welcomed some casual ski resort sex, but they seemed happy enough just to flirt. That worked for the three of us.

As the long weekend vacation ground to an end, however, everyone’s thoughts turned to the sex we all hadn’t had. With three pairs and two rooms, there were no easy opportunities for a little discreet sex, anyway.

On the other hand, now that I thought about it, Carol had disappeared from the slopes for a couple of hours on the second day, and so had Steve. They each had different, innocent, and convincing explanations, but still, Mary and I wondered. Steve and Carol looked at each other a lot, and there was a mischievous twinkle in Steve’s eyes when he looked at Carol. Carol, for her part, seemed to giggle and to blush a lot when she was around Steve.

The men bought us a fourth round of drinks (a fifth round for me) and in return we invited them to join us at our table. kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan They pulled up their chairs and joined us in a New York minute. We were all drunk, and judgment is not at its best when one has six hormone fueled college students, trapped by the storm, waiting and hoping for rooms at the resort.

A little after 9PM, when I was close to falling down drunk, the man at reception came over and told us we could have up to three rooms. Each room had only one double bed, however. We discussed it and we felt it would be smart for the drive home to get a good night’s sleep, and with three rooms everyone would get a good night’s rest.

The problem of course was that one room would have to be for one man and one woman. Carol solved the problem by announcing she and Steve could share a room, causing Mary and me to giggle, Carol to blush, and Steve to be slapped on the back by Dylan and Jackson. That meant Dylan and Jackson would have to share a bed, and so too would Mary and me.

I felt doomed. I knew if I were to share a bed in a room alone with Mary, we’d end up having sex. Mary would come on to me, and I was so drunk that I knew I would reciprocate. I really didn’t want to become a lesbian again. The temptation was always there, hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles. I felt if I had sex again with Mary the walls I had built in my mind against lesbian sex would come crashing down. I’d once again become hooked.

Dylan and Jackson were not happy about sharing a bed. Men are much more uptight in that way than we womenfolk. They ‘hinted’ that maybe we would all three pair up? The ‘hint’ was fairly obvious. They assured us that they would only sleep, not hit on us, but seriously: Sharing a bed with a man, drunk, in a hotel room on the last day of a vacation, and expecting no sex? It could happen, true. The former statistics major inside me kicked in, however, and when I calculated my prior probabilities, factored in the data from my past experiences, and computed the posterior, it came to the probability of having sex with the guy was over 80%.

I spoke first, saying no, I did not think it would be a good idea. Mary backed me up. It was Carol who sandbagged both of us.

Carol said, and it must have seemed to the men to have come out of the blue, “Do any of you men have cocks that are eight inches long?”

Am embarrassed silence ensued. Carol broke the silence, saying, “I already know that Steve doesn’t, but trust me, I don’t care,” and this broke the tension and the girls all giggled in relief.

Dylan spoke next. He said, “Sorry girls. I’m just a normal guy. No chance to be a porn star over here.” Dylan continued to be charming.

All eyes turned to Jackson, whose face was beginning to redden. Silence resumed, as ten eyes focused on Jackson. He looked as if he wanted to run away and hide.

“Jackson?” Carol asked.

The silence continued.

“Holy shit, Jackson, you do?” Carol said. Jackson had been my choice in the betting pool. Carol had chosen Steve of course, and Mary had chosen Dylan.

Jackson finally spoke. It was barely a whisper. “Soft, or hard?”

“Either way, my man,” Carol said, batting her eyelashes.

“Do you mean exactly eight?” Jackson asked.

Carol looked confused. I helped out, “She meant at least eight inches,” I said. Boy, was Jackson literal! I was now very interested.

“Well then, yes, I guess so,” Jackson said, and he blushed bright red, staring at a knob in the fake wood veneer of the tabletop.

The girls told me I had to check, since I had chosen Jackson Trust, but verify. Carol produced a sheet of eight and a half by eleven paper and gave it to me. I took Jackson’s hand and led him to one of our three rooms. Once in the room, with the door closed and bolted, I stood the terrified Jackson in a corner, took off his pants and his briefs, and checked out the flaccid monster. I measured it and my guess came to seven inches, well short of the eight required by the weatherman.

Jackson was hopelessly embarrassed. “You fibbed,” I said.

“No, I meant when I was hard,” Jackson said. “I’m too embarrassed to get hard, Joanie, even if you are hopelessly sexy. Maybe if I saw your boobs?”

“No way,” I said.

“I let you undress me. I stand before you embarrassed to the core, and you won’t even let me see your boobs?” he said.

I thought about it a little. Thinking was hard in my drunken state. I ended up stripping to my waist.

“Your boobs are gorgeous,” Jackson said. He was still flaccid. “Can I touch them?”

The man was so timid and sweet! I couldn’t help myself. I nodded. He fondled me beautifully. I was getting wet, but he remained flaccid. I ended up getting naked. He got naked, too. He remained flaccid.

“A blowjob always makes me hard,” Jackson said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does,” I said. “A blowjob is sex, Jackson. I’m not that kind of a girl.”

“I really like you, Joanie,” and he came over to me and he kissed me. I was taken by surprise, but after all we were both naked, in a hotel room, and how could I not kiss him back? So, we kissed, and then we kissed some more, and his hands roamed all over my back and fondled my boobs, tweaked my nipples and sexily squeezed my ass, all during our prolonged kissing and make out session.

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Hi, my name is Emily and this is what I did when I went on holiday on my own.

I’m 22 years old, slim 32A 23 30, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, 5 feet nothing tall. I’ve been told that I have a cute little bubbly butt. I’m an engineer who shares an apartment with 2 others, both men.

I was engaged to a really nice guy (not 1 of my room mates). The problem was that he started to get all possessive and prudish when I started buying clothes for the holiday. I was determined that I was going to get a great suntan but he wanted me to wear bikinis that would have been fashionable in the 1950s. Not only that he refused to let me buy sundresses that were shorter than just above my knees; and when I said that I wasn’t going to take any bras with me I thought that his rage would blow the top of his head off.

Up until that bust-up John had been quite happy for me to wear short skirts and dresses and he loved looking down my tops and seeing my small titties. He’d also loved it when he took me out wearing a mini-dress, with nothing underneath, but for some weird reason the thought of me doing the same and wearing really skimpy bikinis on Ibiza where hundreds of thousands of girls would be wearing similar outfits just made him flip.

The end result was that I gave him his ring back and told him that the engagement was off, that I could never marry a man who was so prudish and controlling. Up until that night I’d really loved him and I could never imaging falling out of love so quick, but I did. To say that I was annoyed with him would be a gross understatement.

It was me who had booked the holiday so I had all the paperwork and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him come with me.

It was 3 weeks before the holiday and I spent a fair bit of of those 3 weeks shopping for the skimpiest clothes that I could find. I planned to take lots of selfies with me wearing next to nothing, or even nothing, in public places and send them to him to show him what he had let slip through his hands.

As the day of departure got close I got more and more excited about the amount of flesh that I was going to show and the number of guys that I was going to have sex with. I also got more and more determined that I was going to have a really good and sexy time. I even took a little note book with me to write the names of my conquests.

DAY 1

******

My outfit to the airport consisted of a skater skirt that was so short that it just covers my butt and pussy when I’m stood straight, a see-through, sleeveless blouse that left a lot of my belly bare and tie fastened, and 6 inch heels. I carried a scarf that I could put round my neck and let it hang over my titties if I thought that it would be advisable to have my nipples covered.

The only underwear that I took with me were some thong knickers that I would wear as bikini bottoms. Half of the thongs have no material in them, just the strings so my bald, little girl’s pussy would be on display all the time. The other half of my thongs were see-through.

When I said my ‘little girl’s pussy’, I mean that that’s what it looks like because I have no inner labia and when my legs are not spread wide, all you can see is a slit. If I’m aroused my clit pokes out between my outer labia. All the boys that have seen it have told me that I look like a little girl, especially as I shave the whole area every morning. The other thing about my pussy is that when I do spread my legs wide my hole gapes open. John told my that a gynaecologist would need a speculum, although he had used one when I went for a check-up to get put on the pill.

Things got off to a great start when I got to the underground station to circumnavigate London to get to Gatwick airport. It was rush hour and I struggled a bit with my case. Going down the escalators wasn’t much fun but standing on the trains had their moments. I hadn’t really thought about having to travel on the underground, all my thoughts had been about the fun that I was going to have in Ibiza, but that all changed when the first hand slid up my bare thigh to my bare butt. The dense crowd on the train meant that men could grope me without me being able to see who the hands belonged to, I guess that they took my ultra short skirt as an invite and I wasn’t complaining, I just hadn’t expected the fun to start so soon.

Two separate hands found my pussy and both invaded my body. Unfortunately, neither of them managed to make me cum.

I had to change trains and go up an escalator to get to my next platform and the middle-aged man who followed me up must have thought that he’d died and gone to heaven.

I had a bit more fun on the escalators at Victoria station where I had to catch the Gatwick Express. On one escalator I looked back and down and saw a man looking up at me so I bent forward, pretending to check the luggage ticket on my case.

I managed to get a seat for the last leg of my journey but my skirt fell between my legs and I couldn’t be bothered to try to flash my pussy to any of the other travellers.

At izmit escort the check-in I wore the scarf so as not to risk offending the middle-aged women who worked there. The scarf came off as I went through security and I caught one of the guards staring at my chest. I’d read about a woman getting thrown off a plane because of her see-through top so the scarf went back on as I boarded the plane.

Getting into my seat was ‘interesting’, I had a window seat and the other 2 of the set of 3 were occupied by 2 young men about my age. I had to climb over them and each of them had my tits right in front of their faces. If they’d looked lower, they would probably have seen my pussy as well, but something was distracting them.

As I fastened my seat belt I made sure that my skirt wasn’t covering much of my bare legs and I knew that my bald pubes were on display.

Both guys wanted to talk to me and I discovered that they too were going to San Antonio, but a different hotel. They talked constantly, probably using that as an excuse to look at my chest because their eyes sure as hell weren’t looking at my face.

In amongst their talking they asked me why I was on my own, so I told them a brief summary, I figured that I would never see them again so why not admit that I wanted to flash my goodies to everyone and fuck as many boys as I could? After I’d told them that they asked me what the name of my hotel was again. I smiled and told them.

Their staring as we talked made my dark brown nipples as hard as rocks and after a while they started throbbing. I think that the vibrations from the plane were causing my nipples to rub against my top a little and that was stimulating them as well.

My top certainly wasn’t rubbing my pussy so that wasn’t the reason why it was getting wet.

Once the seat belt lights went off I unfastened the belt and turned sideways a little so that I could talk to the guys without having to turn my head so much. That and the fact that it would give them a better view of my chest. As I’d decided to sit with one leg under me, they had a great view up my skirt, not that they could see much, but enough for one of them to ask me if I often didn’t wear knickers.

I lied and told them that I never wore knickers but that I’d brought a couple of thongs with me to wear when I couldn’t sunbathe in the nude. Having said that I lied, I was seriously thinking of stopping wearing knickers after the holiday. By then I would be extremely comfortable going without.

Just over half way through the 2.5 hour flight I decided to tease them some more and said that I needed to go to the toilet. They both offered to get up but I told them that I’d managed to climb over them before and that I could do it again.

I did it facing them again, and as I straddled each of their legs I ‘accidentally’ pulled my skirt up so that my pussy was exposed to them. This time they didn’t miss seeing me.

On the way back to my seat I had to climb over them again, but this time I did it with my back to them and as I straddled each of them I sat on their laps and ground my pussy onto the covered hard-ons for a couple of seconds. When I was back in my seat I looked at their trousers and saw the stains from my pussy juices. I smiled to myself.

Getting off the plane was ‘interesting’ as well. I put my scarf round my neck and covered my tits until I was going down the steps, then a gust of wind from another aircraft’s engines caught my skirt and inverted it. My natural instincts made my hand go to pull it down but I only had one hand free and as I was straightening my skirt my scarf blew up and away. Even if I’d wanted to cover my tits again I had nothing to cover them with.

As I stepped off the steps the wind blew again, but this time I resisted my natural instincts and just kept walking to the waiting bus with my skirt up around my waist. A few people on the bus were looking and when I got on, 2 men had big grins on their faces. I smiled at them as gravity took over from the wind.

The guard checking passports either didn’t realise that my top was see-through or just didn’t care. But that couldn’t be said about the young men waiting for their luggage at the carousel and I git hit upon quite a few times, although not many of them saw my face.

The coach driver never even looked at me as he loaded my case and a group of 3 girls came and sat near me. None of them commented on my top as they talked about the clubs that they were going to go to. I hadn’t got as far as thinking about clubs, possibly because it’s always been dark in the clubs that I’ve been to and I was there to be seen.

It was late afternoon when I checked into the hotel and was given a room on the second floor overlooking the pool and then the harbour. I stripped naked then went out onto the balcony to see what I could see. As I looked down and around a couple of young men by the pool shouted up to me and waved, so I waved back, wondering how much detail they could see.

I kocaeli ucuz escort got out my phone and took another selfie of the whole on my naked body with the harbour in the background, then I sent it to John with the text,

‘amazing scenery.’

It may have been late afternoon but it was still quite hot and the sun had a while before it would go down so I decided to catch the last of the sun. When I’d checked into the hotel I’d seen a woman walking through reception carrying a towel and wearing only a bikini bottoms so I tipped my case out onto the bed and grabbed a thong, one with fine mesh material and quickly slipped it on. I put my sunglasses on, grabbed a towel, a bottle of sun-block and my room key, and headed for the stairs.

It felt so nice walking along that corridor and down the stairs wearing only the thong and I wondered how much nicer, daring, sexier, arousing it would be to be totally naked. I swore to myself that I was going to find out before too long.

I followed the signs to the pool and quickly found a lounger where I spread my towel and started rubbing sun-block on my arms. Before I’d even finished my arms 2 young men came over and offered to help me. I looked them up and down and decided that things could have been a lot worse then took them up on their offer.

“Lay on your stomach and we’ll do your back first.” One of them said.

I did, and it was more like having a massage as their hands went all over me. The hands went down my body and to my butt where they massaged me for a lot longer than was necessary.

Then they started on my feet and moved up my legs. As hands went up my thighs I automatically spread my legs and tried to feel if the thong was square on my pussy or if it had moved to one side revealing one of my labia. Unfortunately it felt like I was covered but that didn’t stop at least one of the hands touching my thin mesh covered pussy. I wondered how much the hands owner(s) could see.

“If you turn over we can do your front for you, what’s your name?”

“Emily, or just Em, and you are?” I said as I got to my feet to lay on my back.

“I’m Liam and the ugly one is Ben, nice to meet you Emily.”

When I was on my feet and with my back to them, I adjusted my thong and pulled it up at the front, I felt the material disappear between my lips. When I lay down I had a quick look and the thong had disappeared right up to the front of my slit. I smiled and said,

“Thank you guys, and please don’t miss anywhere.”

I hoped that they would take that as being the intended invitation to lotion my tits and pussy.

They did, with one of then knelt either side of me they rubbed the lotion into my tits, pulling, rolling and generally playing with my nipples. I could feel my thong string getting wetter and wetter.

When they moved down my body and started on my bald pussy I was in heaven. There were other people not that far away so I did my best to stifle my moans of pleasure as fingers from 2 hands pushed my thong to one side and finger fucked me and rubbed my clit.

It didn’t take long for them to be rewarded with my orgasm.

As I got my senses back I looked around and saw that we were being ignored. Either people hadn’t noticed what was going on, or they didn’t care. I was glad that it was an adults only hotel.

I straightened my thong then thanked the guys for their help. They, unsurprisingly, offered to help me out anytime that I wanted. I told them that I may well take them up on their offer.

The sun may not have been at its strongest at that time of the day but it was really nice lying there letting it start my all over tan. I didn’t know if it would be tanning my pussy through the mesh of the thong but it sure did feel nice. I couldn’t wait to find a beach where I could lay totally naked with my legs spread wide.

When the sun disappeared I returned to my room, walking through reception where no one batted an eyelid at me just wearing a thong. I decided that when I next went to the pool I would wear a ‘strings only’ thong.

Back in my room I put my belongings into the drawers and wardrobe then decided that what I was going to wear to go to get something to eat (I’d booked only bed and breakfast at the hotel) and then find a pub to tease a few guys and get them to buy me a few drinks.

I chose a skirt that I thought was really daring when I tried it on in the shop, it’s longer at the back than the front, the front being so short that I could see my slit in the mirror in front of me in the fitting room. One reason why I bought it was that I knew that it would piss-off John if we’d gone out with me wearing it. I also wanted to have my slit on display all the time as well.

To go with it I chose a crochet top that has holes in it, so big that huge areas of my skin was visible; and that included my nipples sticking through 2 of the holes.

I went and had a shower then brushed my hair, I’d already decided that make-up was something darıca escort that I wouldn’t be using on my holiday. If people didn’t like the natural me then it was tough.

I went out onto my balcony to brush my hair and I met my neighbours on one side; 2 young women who were getting ready to go and hit the town. We got talking and none of us cared that they were just wearing thongs and me nothing.

They told me that they’d only been there a couple of days but they’d already found a few good bars and got laid.

When I told them that I was there on my own they asked me if I wanted to join them getting something to eat then going on a pub crawl.

I told them that that sounded great and we all finished getting ready.

“Come on round when you’re ready Emily, the door’s not locked.” Dani told me as I went back into my room to get dressed.

Once dressed, I got my little clutch bag and put 2 condoms from the box of 50 that I’d brought and checked that I had enough money and my room key in the bag.

“I like the skirt,” Dani said as I walked into their room, “you’ll have to tell me where you got it.”

“Nice top too,” Wren added.

“Both of you look great as well, your skirts barely cover your pussies. I bet that you’ll be flashing your goodies half the night as well.”

Both girls giggled.

We continued talking as both Dani and Wren took their thongs off then put a skirt and top on. Neither wore any underwear to go out.

“I bet that you get a lot of attention wearing that skirt.” Wren said as we went down the stairs to reception then out to the street.

It was still quite hot and there were lots of people walking around. The warm, gentle breeze tickled my pussy and nipples as we walked. I felt good.

No one took any notice of my exposed pussy and nipples, probably because it was dark and there were hundreds of scantily clad girls walking around.

We stopped at a cafe and, after looking at the menu, sat at a table outside then had a great meal. We talked all the time with me trying to find out where the good beaches were and how I could get to them. Unfortunately, Dani and Wren had only been to 1 beach, Cala Conta and they’d got there on a little boat from the harbour. Dani seemed to remember hearing someone say that there was a nudist part but they hadn’t seen it.

I decided that in the morning I’d go and ask about nudist beaches at reception.

After the cafe we headed for where Dani and Wren told me all the good bars were, and they were right. Great bars, great music, dancing in some of them and lots of men. It wasn’t long before we’d started dancing and been bought a drink by some guys who tried to hit on us.

It was way too early to decide if we wanted to go back to some blokes room for a fucking session so after a while we dumped the guys and moved to another bar.

My slit showing skirt attracted a couple of comments and when 1 young man said that I had a nice pussy, Dani lifted the front of her skirt and asked if he liked hers.

All 3 of us burst out laughing as the young man collided with someone sitting at a table in front of him because he was looking at us and not where he was going.

We had / did much the same in 3 more bars before Dani said,

“Time to decide who we want to fuck girls.”

I felt my pussy get wet as I looked around to see it there was anyone that I fancied.

We compared notes and selected 3 guys who were trying to hit on some other girls. We went and stood next to them and when 1 of the other girls told them to piss off, they turned and saw us.

They were looking for a fuck and so were we so it didn’t take long before we were leaving the bar and heading to their hotel.

All 3 of them looked quite similar and all 3 had drunk about the same amount so I had no preference as to which one I wanted to fuck. As we walked one of them put his arm round my shoulder and found one of my nipples.

“Wow, that’s hard.” He said as he rolled it between 2 fingers.

I put my hand on his crotch and replied,

“Wow, that’s hard.”

Dani, Wren and me had all got naked just as soon as we entered the room and all 6 of us were fucking within minutes. My box of 50 condoms got the seal broken and 3 of them got used.

DAY 02

******

I was woken by the noise of a door banging and saw that dawn was approaching, I got up and woke Dani and Wren and we grabbed our things and crept out of the room. We got dressed in silence in the corridor then walked back to our hotel, comparing notes as we walked.

Back in my room I had a shower then went and sat on the balcony to feel the warm, fresh air and watch the early birds have their swim in the pool before going down for breakfast. I decided to start as I intended to go on, and put on just one of my beach cover-up dresses. I’d bought 5 of them, all different except for one thing, they are all see-through.

Then I went downstairs to the restaurant and was disappointed to find that there weren’t many people there. Then I remembered the time.

“Must come for breakfast later.” I thought as I went to the buffet to help myself.

There was man who nearly spilt the milk that he was trying to put on his cornflakes when he saw me and did a double take to see if my dress really was see-through and that I had nothing on under it.

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Crouched in the bushes, Dave carefully scanned the area. He could see no sign of life, other than himself and the occasional passing squirrel. It seemed safe, and there was no reason why it shouldn’t have been – he’d been here many times before. He glanced at his wristwatch, not long to go now. His mind wandered back to the first time he’d discovered this place.

It had been pure chance, just luck that he happened on the site, the one occasion when a lost golf ball turned out to be fortuitous. He’d known, from the moment he’d hit it, that the ball was veering wildly in its flight – and in the gathering gloom that day he’d only a vague idea of where it landed. Golf balls cost money, so he’d gone to look for it – delving ever further into the undergrowth. A light had caught his attention and he peered through the undergrowth to investigate. What he saw rooted him to the spot, almost unable to breathe.

Before his eyes, a young couple had lain beside a swimming pool in a passionate embrace – bathed in the glow of a pool of light from within the house. He had started to withdraw, and stepped on a twig that cracked loudly in the silence. The girls head lifted, listening, disturbed by the noise. Her companion had spoken, “Don’t worry, its probably just an animal. There’s no one around at this time of night, you can’t play golf in the dark!” The girl had relaxed, and the couple had continued their canoodling.

Dave hadn’t dared to move in case he stepped on another twig, he didn’t want to be accused of being a peeping tom! Hardly daring to breathe, his eyes had refused to leave the couple as they removed the swimming costumes they’d been wearing. Embarrassedly Dave had realised that he was reacting to what he was seeing, and there had been was a bulge in the front of his trousers! It had been two years since Sally had died, two long years with no sexual relief at all during that time. He’d always hoped and dreamed of finding love again, but was realistic enough to realise that he had no real chance of fulfilling those aspirations. He wasn’t the type that women wanted and that was that.

So there he had been, watching someone else perform the act he missed so much – and worse still he had reacted to it. He couldn’t escape in case he made a sound, all he could do was watch. His hand had moved to his crotch, easing his discomfort, moving his erection to a more comfortable position. He’d left his hand there, holding himself, feeling a throbbing pulse – eyes glued to the scene enacted before him.

Eventually the couple had finished their lovemaking and gone inside the house, allowing Dave the chance to get away. He’d almost run all the way back to the car-park, threw his golf clubs into the car and raced home. Almost the first thing he did was take a cold shower, before settling into his usual nightly routine of drinks in front of a flickering television screen. He couldn’t concentrate on the programmes that night, he couldn’t get the scene he’s witnessed out of his head.

Later that night, for the first time since being a teenager, Dave had masturbated. The relief, and release of emotion, had been almost more than he could bear. Guiltily he’d cleaned up the mess he’d made, he had felt disgusted with himself. The next night though, as he’d been preparing for bed, he’d found himself with another erection. Somehow, as hard as he’d tried, he couldn’t achieve orgasm on that occasion – he just kept going limp.

For the rest of that week his work had suffered, kocaeli escort he hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything for long enough to complete it properly. He had also suffered unwanted erections at the merest passing memory of that Sunday evening on the golf course, but they hadn’t lasted long enough for him to gain any relief. Somehow he managed to get through to Friday, though even now he couldn’t remember any details of the rest of that week.

Saturday had dawned, and he’d followed his usual routine of shopping and household chores. Saturday evening had found him somewhat disturbed, he always played golf on Sunday afternoon, he hadn’t been able to decide if he could face returning to the course again. Being a creature of habit had decided his fate, he had always played golf on Sunday, and his routine didn’t allow for change.

That day he had played his round with the knowledge in his head that he would return to that same spot in the undergrowth, in fact his excitement had caused what was his worst ever round of golf. He had also not worn his usual brightly coloured outfit, but had chosen instead drab colours – an intentional effort at camouflage. He’d played his round very slowly that day, carefully timing his play to time his arrival at the thirteenth tee with the onset of dusk. At last he had stood on the tee at the thirteenth, aiming his shot wildly left and exhaling with relief when his ball had disappeared into the undergrowth.

He hadn’t made any effort at locating his ball, instead he had gone directly to stand in the same spot as he’d occupied the previous week. The couple had been there, but they hadn’t indulged in any loveplay that evening. However, as soon as he’d caught sight of the girl he had experienced an erection. Almost without realising that he was doing it, he had unzipped his trousers and masturbated – his ejaculation spurting onto the leaves of a nearby bush.

The die had been cast, and he’d been a regular Sunday evening visitor to that same spot for well over a year. Twice more he’d seen the couple make love, but mostly he just masturbated while watching the girl – either in the garden or through the patio door. Somehow the uncertainty of what he would witness enhanced his anticipation.

Today he waited expectantly for what would unfold before his eyes, barely daring to hope that the couple would actually make love. Craning his neck he scanned the garden, a glass lay beside a sun-lounger – evidence that at least one of the pair was around. The man, who Dave – for no particular reason – thought of as Martin came out through the patio doors and walked across to the sun-lounger. He, Martin, perched on the edge and leaned forward. Were they kissing?

Martin and Amanda (as Dave had named her) both stood and walked to the pool, kissed briefly, and dived into the water. Dave heard laughter and splashing. Amanda’s head appeared at the edge of the pool, as she deposited something on the side. ‘Her top’, exulted Dave in his mind, ‘she’s taken her top off!’ Dave felt his erection grow and harden, he unzipped and took his penis out – seeing the head bulbous and purple. More splashing and laughter followed, then a prolonged period of silence. ‘Oh no’, Dave thought to himself, ‘they’re doing it in the water.’

Disappointment etched into his brain, he’d been so certain that this evening would be one of those ‘special’ times. His erection waned – so near and yet so far. As he kocaeli rus escort tucked his penis back inside his trousers, his ears detected a noise. Concentrating he listened harder, and heard a scuffling noise. He crouched, had Martin and Amanda heard something – had they come to investigate? A bush to his left moved, it couldn’t be wind – not in here! Dave froze, completely still – hardly daring to breathe. A dark shadow moved briefly across his line of vision and stopped on the other side of the bush. Dave’s heart was thumping in his chest. All went quiet once again, and Dave became aware of the sounds from the pool once more. It wasn’t Martin or Amanda! Very carefully and slowly, Dave moved a branch to peer through to the other side of the bush. A figure stood there watching the house. Dave looked back at the pool, Martin and Amanda had emerged from the water and were kissing. Dave cursed. Dragging his eyes away he peered back through the bush. As his eyes accustomed themselves to the gloom, after the light of the pool area he could see the figure better. Whoever it was, was standing, and he could see legs beneath a skirt! More than that, he could see that the skirt was now being pulled up to bunch around a waist and a hand was being slipped between the legs that were now uncovered.

Dave glanced away, back to the pool. Amanda’s bikini bottom was now hanging around her knees and Martin was kneeling in front of her. Dave thought quickly, he was obviously in no danger of being discovered, it was just someone else indulging in the same vicarious pleasure as himself. Deciding, he let go of the branch and stood up. He took his penis from his trousers, freezing momentarily as he heard a slight rustle.

His attention was on the poolside action, Martin stood now while Amanda knelt. Slowly Dave started to masturbate. Amanda stood and walked over to the sun-lounger. Leaning forward she placed her hands on its back and wiggled her behind at Martin. Martin joined her and Dave could tell that she was being entered from behind. Dave’s hand movement speeded up a fraction, he couldn’t see too much – but he was aware of Amanda’s breasts swinging gently to and fro in rhythm with Martin’s movements. This WAS a special night.

Dave heard another sound from the bush, but couldn’t take his eyes off the action or stop what he was doing. More rustling, and the bush was moving! Dave stopped his masturbation, paused and tense. The figure from the other side of the bush appeared before him, looking down at the penis in his hand. The figure pulled its skirt up again, then pulled open its knickers, took hold of Dave’s hand and placed it inside. Dave was dumbstruck, and it was a moment before he gathered his senses. His penis was being gently manipulated by the stranger. Calming down, Dave investigated the interior of the knickers – his fingers found a bush of hair and a moist cunt. He needed no further thought, he slipped a finger inside and heard a whispered gasp from before him.

The newcomer moved, pulling Dave’s hand away. She stood beside him, then took his hand and placed it in her knickers once again and took hold of his cock once more. Dave puzzled, then realised that ‘she’ could now see Martin and Amanda screwing. Dave’s finger busied itself, and he could hear ‘her’ breathing quickening. Once again ‘she’ moved. Now she moved in front of him with her back to him, slowly inching backwards. Dave felt his cock touch izmit ucuz escort bare flesh, then ‘she’ wriggled and something dropped to the ground. A hand moved round to hold Dave’s cock, then another hand gripped one of his and pulled it to where is had been before. The hand holding his cock let go, then that hand grasped his other arm and pulled it round so that his hand came into contact with a naked breast. The hand then returned to his cock.

Dave couldn’t believe it, he had his finger in a pussy, a handful of pliable breast and he was being gently wanked. He leaned forward and kissed a shoulder softly, her head came back to nuzzle against his. A sound from the pool grabbed both their attention, Amanda squealed in delight and Martin sagged against her. They kissed and walked towards the house. Dave felt the body in front of him lean away, causing him to lose contact with both breast and pussy, then his cock was pulled forward. He felt the tip brush against flesh, then he felt himself surrounded by warmth and wetness. He half stumbled as he realised what was happening. Bracing his legs he placed his hands on the hips before him and started to drive his cock in and out of the pussy it now occupied.

Slowly at first, he fucked ‘her’. Then the backwards thrust of her ass grew more insistent, so he speeded up – thrusting violently, driving deeper. It couldn’t go on too long, not like that – and with one final thrust Dave exploded his come into the eager pussy enveloping him. His body sagged, spent. Dave felt a pang of guilt, he hadn’t had any evidence that she’ had reached her climax. He felt his cock soften and slip out of its abandoned hole. ‘She’ took his hand and pulled him to the ground, stretching him out to his full length. Her mouth enveloped his limp cock as her legs moved to straddle his head. Knees scraped on the ground beside him as he felt her body move lower, until her pussy came into contact with his face.

Dave moved his head, searching for the opening he’d momentarily vacated. He found it and applied his tongue, tasting his own come as it dribbled out of her. His mouth enclosed the whole of her pussy, as if in a lingering french kiss – his lips glued to her pussy lips, while his tongue probed and flicked. Her ministrations had caused his cock to become fully erect again, and he felt his foreskin being gently moved back by her teeth, her hands gently manipulating his balls. Searching with his tongue he found her clitoris and gently nibbled it with his teeth, she bucked above him and pulled away. She turned round to face him, holding his cock in her hand – her legs moved to straddle his cock , and she gently lowered herself on its length.

Sliding up and down, she bucked and reared before his eyes – an erotic silhouette. Dave wished she was taller, so that she could lean forward and feed one of her full breasts into his mouth. Feeling bolder, Dave reached out his hands and grasped a breast in each. She moaned with pleasure, becoming more and more excited, her movements quickening, becoming frantic. Dave rolled a nipple between the finger and thumbs of each hand, applying gentle pressure to pinch the erect tips. With a loud groan, she collapsed along his length. Dave could feel her body quivering against his own. Her face appeared before his, her eyes looking into his eyes – they were smiling. Dave felt his cock, now limp again, slide from her cunt to rest wetly against his own thigh.

Tenderly she kissed his lips, then moving her head to rest alongside his, she whispered a single sound into his ear – “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” Dave replied, gently stroking the subtle curves of her behind.

Without warning the bushes parted, startling them both. Dave looked up in alarm, only to find Amanda and Martin looking down at them.

To Be Continued…

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He was thrilled by the erotic pleasure inherent in entertainment; the idea of giving your audience what they want. At once our Host was showman, slave, and superstar, and he fulfilled his role with an eagerness that would have penetrated even the worst acted script in Hollywood. The giggle, command, or moan of his guest would stimulate in him a passion similar to a captured animal released into the wild.

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The red light on the camera started to glow and a delicious shiver ran through her body. Reporter Lisa Marvell looked straight ahead and began her introduction. Because the opening shot framed her shoulders and head, she knew that at first the audience would not notice anything different about the way she was dressed. She appeared to be wearing a light blue V-neck top trimmed in white. The fabric was definitely form-fitting, but other than that, nothing seemed unusual.

“As most of you know,” she began, “this week Phil, one of our loyal viewers, has dared me to have my body painted. Tonight in my special report, I’ll show you exactly how that was done and let you see me modeling the artwork. I couldn’t believe the fantastic effects the artists were able to achieve, so I wanted to make sure that all of you have a chance to see the results.” And with that, she blushed slightly as the camera slowly began moving backward to reveal more of her body.

*****

The week had started, as it usually did, with a Monday conference in which Lisa’s co-anchor Natalie Johnson, news producer Bill Reinhart, and the writers met to discuss the dare that Natalie had selected for that week. This had become a regular feature of the Friday Night Special 11:00 news report, proving to be a worthy successor to Lisa’s original series on women who “dare to bare.” Those segments had established Channel 4 as the leading station in that part of the state and had made the broadcaster the best known television personality in the viewing area. The new pieces, featuring Lisa performing a dare that had been submitted by a viewer, had served to drive the ratings even higher. And both series had the same common goal – they provided the opportunity for the beautiful blonde reporter to display as much of her 34-25-34 body as possible.

The dare selected for the week seemed like an obvious one; in fact Lisa was surprised that she hadn’t thought of it herself when she was doing the “dare to bare” reports. A viewer had suggested that she serve as a body painting model, stripping down to allow an artist to apply various paints that created the illusion that she was wearing clothing. Both Natalie and Lisa agreed that it would be interesting to see what went on behind the scenes as well, and the final results could be shot and edited in a way that stayed within the guidelines of Standards and Practices while still making for exciting viewing.

Most of the Monday conference was devoted to determining the type of “clothing” that would be painted on Lisa’s naked body as well as reviewing samples of the work of various groups of artists in order to select the team they wanted to use. The obvious choice was also the most expensive one – a group that had worked on numerous professional shoots including several where swimsuits were painted on models for publication in national magazines. Lisa was especially impressed with photos that showed models posing in body paint meant to look like blue jeans and a tight top. “Let’s go with that,” she suggested.

Bill indicated that he’d have to clear the budget with station manager Ken Barber, but given the latest ratings for the Friday Night Specials, he was certain that the request would be approved.

“Sounds to me like we’re all set,” Natalie said.

“One last thing,” Lisa added. “Let’s go through the schedule and sequence for shooting this.”

Natalie and Bryan, the lead writer, had proposed that once the outfit was painted on Lisa, they take some shots outside the studio posing near the Channel 4 sign. Since their research had shown that the preparation could take as much as six hours, they would need to start things early in the day if they wanted to be able to film outside in the afternoon while the temperatures were still comfortable for someone who wasn’t wearing any clothes. And Nicole Lewis, the station’s new weather forecaster, had said there was a chance of rain by the end of the week, but that both Wednesday and Thursday looked like ideal summer days.

Based on that information, everyone agreed that they should aim to have the artists in town by Wednesday and shoot the following day. After they completed the work outside, they could return to the studio to film the introduction. Natalie could then work with the editing crew to assemble the pieces and put together the final cut, inserting any additional narration as needed at that point. All of this pointed to a very full day of work.

So, three days later, Lisa found herself stumbling out of bed hours well before the sun came up in order to be at the studio by 5:30 AM. Opening the door to the trailer that had been set up as a make-shift dressing room in the Channel 4 parking lot, she was surprised that only one of the three make-up artists was there along with Kelli, the loyal assistant from the station. During the last few months, she had gotten more and more at ease appearing naked in front of small groups of people, so as soon as she arrived she stripped out of her jeans and top and removed her bra, izmit escort bayan leaving on only her thong.

Before slipping into a terrycloth robe, she casually glanced at one of the full length mirrors set up in the room. Lisa had to admit that her rigorous workout program was paying off – her well-toned abdomen and thighs accented the curves of her 34-25-34 figure, and for a 32-year old, her perky B cup breasts and well rounded ass displayed no signs of sagging. Over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of Kelli staring at her. “Be a sweetheart,” she said with a smile as she turned to face the assistant, “run and get us both some coffee. I think it’s going to be a long day.”

It was another 20 minutes before the other two make-up artists arrived and were ready to begin. The team leader was a woman, Stephanie, and she was assisted by Sarah and Dave. Lisa wondered whether most models felt more comfortable having the paint applied by someone of their own sex. However, the more she thought about it, she realized that she was secretly pleased to have a mixed audience. “But jeez, what does it matter?” she thought to herself. “I’ll be doing the report in just my paint, so everyone is going to see me stark naked.” Her thoughts continued as she felt a familiar thrill run through her body. “And of course, that’s precisely the point of this dare.”

As it turned out, the first steps were anything but thrilling. Dave and Sarah began by taping large pieces of paper towels to the parts of her body that would not be painted. She chuckled as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror wearing this kind of “negative clothing.” Everything that was normally covered – including her breasts, ass, and pussy – were on display, while her arms, ankles and feet, neck, and a band of skin around her middle were wrapped up in white paper.

Then, as Lisa stretched out on a massage table that had been appropriated by the team, Stephanie applied the first coat, a thin layer of white spray paint that served two purposes: to provide a base to the color paint that would be applied next and to help bring into relief tiny baby hairs that previously had been invisible. “Now,” Stephanie explained, “we can see all of these little hairs that would otherwise ruin the effect we’re trying to create with the body paint. So, our next step is to take a dry razor and shave them all off.”

“All?” said Lisa somewhat startled. Looking down, she could see the nearly microscopic hairs on her breasts and trailing down to her pussy, despite the Brazilian wax job she obtained just two days before.

“Yes, all,” Stephanie said with a loud laugh. “And don’t worry, you’re not abnormal. Every model I’ve ever worked with has to go through this. We girls think we’re totally smooth but we’re really not. So just lie down and let us get rid of all that baby hair.”

And with that, Dave and Sarah spent the next hour going over every inch of her exposed body. She felt a momentary sense of embarrassment when she realized that Dave was actually parting her ass cheeks with his hands so Sarah could shave down deep into her butt crack and around her anus, a feeling that was heightened when she realized that Kelli was standing in the far corner of the trailer and appeared to be trying to catch a glimpse of Lisa’s puckered rosebud. “Oh my,” Lisa wondered, “do I have a new admirer?” and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

From there, the embarrassment only increased as she rolled onto her back and the two assistants began shaving the small hairs off her breasts. This time, they switched roles, with Sarah gently tugging on Lisa’s nipples as Dave carefully moved the razor along the smooth contours of her breasts. It required repeated swipes of the blade across the skin between her mounds, with Sarah grabbing the nipples like little handles to help separate Lisa’s orbs. Instinctively, her nipples hardened in response and when Sarah released them, Lisa felt that all four people in the room must be clearly aware of her state of arousal.

While Dave backed off, Sarah asked Kelli to step in to lend a hand as they descended to Lisa’s most delicate parts. “Now I’m going to ask you to pull lightly on her labia,” she explained to the assistant, “so I can get a nice clear stretch of skin and make just a few quick passes with the razor.” She then added for Lisa’s benefit, “We’ll get rid of those pesky little hairs in no time at all.”

“Um, I’m just curious,” said Lisa, struggling to keep the embarrassment for showing in her face and hoping that Kelli wasn’t detecting any moisture as her fingers wandered across her pussy. “Is this usually how you prepare models for body painting?”

“It all depends,” Stephanie chimed in, “on whether the model’s working completely nude or using a covering down there.”

“A covering?” asked Lisa.

“Believe it or not, it’s actually called a pussy flap. It’s made of latex and it can cover your private parts.”

“That’s funny,” Lisa continued. “I don’t kocaeli abal yapan escort remember anyone talking to me about that possibility.”

“Oh, but we did discuss it with your producer and she told us absolutely not, you wanted to go full frontal on this,” Stephanie added somewhat defensively.

“She?” Lisa said in a questioning tone. “Might that have been Natalie Johnson?”

“I think it was,” Dave chimed in. “We were on a phone call with her and the writers, and Natalie was very specific that you wanted to be totally naked under the paint.”

At this point, with the assistant pulling at her pussy lips while another woman shaved her most intimate parts, Lisa was forced to acknowledge the truth of that statement – that she would have been disappointed if they had used their silly old pussy flap!

The shaving completed, Stephanie handed Lisa her robe and suggested a quick break. When Kelli returned with some bottled water, she was accompanied by Clayton and George, the camera crew from Channel 4. The four of them chatted briefly, then Dave called an end to the break and the application of body paint resumed. Over the next two hours, various colors and details were applied to Lisa’s completely nude body with the two cameramen and Kelli in the room.

The make-up artists had recommended that they create a blue top, which would allow them to apply more areas of paint over Lisa’s nipples to better disguise the contrast between her skin and the darker color of her areolas and nipples. Furthermore, they pointed out, adding white paint around the neckline and the bottom of the sleeves would create the illusion of a narrow band of trimming to the top, helping to give better definition and shape to the imaginary garment. The eye would be tricked into thinking that the fabric ended and skin began rather than seeing it as all skin.

For the bottoms, they would be simulating the appearance of skinny jeans, stopping several inches above the ankles. Although not typically the type of clothing that Lisa would wear when reporting, simulating denim allowed them to play with greater variations in the color, even reproducing the effect of rips in the fabric. Also, the artists had strongly recommended against going with a solid color since it would typically be seen as nothing more than spray painting. Furthermore, the team was eager to show off their skill in creating the variations in color, the worn spots and the rips, that characterize jeans.

The first area to receive the artists’ attention was Lisa’s butt. Lying face down on the table, Lisa could feel the brushes applying a thicker, almost gelatinous paint. Again, she could sense fingers moving her ass cheeks, first lifting them as a thinner brush moved in short curved lines creating what she assumed to be the folds of the denim across her butt. Then, she could once again feel her cheeks being parted and the cool moist paint being applied deep in her crack, with the brush tickling her hole. She wasn’t sure whose hands were holding her cheeks, and she momentarily indulged herself in the fantasy that it was a tongue and not the tip of the brush that she was feeling. She sighed softly, which caused Sarah to come over to her to ask if everything was okay.

“Oh,” Lisa responded involuntarily, “no problem at all.” Realizing that she really shouldn’t allow herself these thoughts when, in a few minutes she would be turned over and exposed to the prying eyes of the entire team, she quickly recovered her wits and added, “Guess I must have been daydreaming.”

“Well, don’t fall asleep on us,” Sarah replied. We’re almost finished with your backside, and then we’re going to need you to turn over so we can start working on your front. That’s where we’re really going need to spend some time.”

Lisa had the impression that up until now, Clayton and George had just been sitting on the side of the room watching, and her instincts for getting good footage came into play. “Hey guys,” she said, looking over at them. “Sounds like there must be enough paint on my butt now, so why don’t you get off of yours and get something that we can use in the report?”

She heard a couple of people in the room laugh, and saw the two guys stand up and lug their equipment to the end of the table. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” the usually silent George replied. “I don’t think the stuff we shot a few minutes ago will make it past the censors.”

She heard Clayton mutter to his younger assistant, “George, is it too much to ask you to act like a professional,” and then added, “Sorry about that, Lisa.”

“Don’t worry, Clayton,” Lisa reassured him. “I know it’s just George being George.” As she had worked with him over the last months, Lisa had become more tolerant of the young cameraman’s slightly confused, dazed mannerisms. In fact, she was increasingly amused and relaxed by his behavior and found it reassuring to have him on her shoots.

Soon, it was time for izmit evi olan escort her to roll over. And although the initial layer of white paint created the basic shape of the two pieces of clothing, the coating did nothing to conceal her. Dave now worked with a broad brush to apply the darker blue across her breasts and upper abdomen, while Sarah started to work on the white trim. The blue left generous portions of the inner curves of her breasts exposed, and the white paint had the effect of suggesting a top that showed off a lot of cleavage. As the brushes moved back and forth, Lisa could feel her nipples harden, and Dave took particular care to add extra paint.

The jeans were painted low on her hips, allowing for several inches of uncovered skin below the white trim at the bottom of the shirt. Even if the jeans and top had been real, they would have been an unusually revealing choice for a newscaster. But the fact that these “clothes” were made of purely of paint pushed it to a whole other level.

While Dave worked on the top, Sarah was concentrating on the bottoms. She used several small brushes, mixing blacks and dark blues to create the illusion of the folds of denim covering her pussy. But this was definitely not fabric that Lisa was feeling pressing against her most intimate areas, as the brush moved up and down her labia slowly applying the paint to her nether lips.

Finally around noon, the make-up artists told her she could sit up so they could apply the finishing touches to her back. The work on her top went quickly, and they then had her stand up so they could spend time on the back of the jeans.

“There’s a lot to be done here on the pockets and reproducing the designer’s label. So just bear with us,” Stephanie explained.

The artists had finished applying the paint to her ass and had stepped back to check out the work from a distance when the door opened and Natalie and sportscaster Tim Willis came in along with Nicole Lewis, the meteorologist on the late night news team.

“Hey Lisa,” Nicole began. “I’m filling in on the midday weather report. Since I was in the studio, Natalie said it would be okay for me to just pop in with her and say hello. When are they going to start with the…” She looked around somewhat perplexed, and then her jaw practically dropped to the floor, “Oh my god, they have started. I mean, you’ve got nothing on!”

“Well, I have a lot of paint on me,” Lisa said with a smile. “What do you think?” she asked, slowly turning so her colleagues could get a good view.

“I think it’s pretty amazing,” Tim chimed in. “And I’d give you a big hug but I don’t want half of your outfit to come off on my suit.” He paused, and grinned, “Or my hands.”

“Bad boy, Tim,” Lisa teasingly scolded. “Now you three get out of here so they can finish up. And Natalie, I assume you’ll be around for the afternoon shoot.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Natalie said, smilingly sweetly as she exited the room with her two co-workers. “Who knows?” she added, “I may even have a few last minute changes to suggest.”

The artists took another half hour to finish their work on the back of the jeans and then turned their attention back to some touch-up work on the front, adding a few shadows and highlights to suggest worn spots in the jeans. “Perfect,” Dave said as he gave a final scan to Lisa’s painted body. “In a half hour everything will completely dry. Why don’t we take a break and get some food brought in. But whatever you do, don’t sit on anything until we say you can.”

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Lisa replied with a smile. “Any chance of getting a glass of wine with lunch?”

“At your service,” said Kelli, appearing at just that moment with a bottle and several glasses for the team. “A toast – to our daring reporter!”

“Daring and,” Lisa added surveying herself in a full length mirror, “completely naked!”

Shortly before the food was scheduled to be delivered, Natalie reappeared and joined Stephanie to inspect the results of the body painting.

“Looks almost perfect,” the artist pronounced. We’ll do a bit of touch up just before posing outside. But right now, the paint is dry so why don’t you slip this on so you can sit down and enjoy lunch,” she said to Lisa, handing her a dressing gown.

“Before you put on that robe,” Natalie interrupted, “let’s try a little experiment. Someone mentioned that the guy bringing the food should be here in just a minute. Why don’t you stay just the way you are and sit on that stool in the corner. Let’s see if he notices anything when he comes in?”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea,” Stephanie replied. “Most people who look at a model in body paint don’t necessarily notice it at first. “Especially,” she said with a pause, “if we’ve done our jobs right.”

“Oh, and if you haven’t?” the reporter asked with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Stephanie replied. “This definitely turned out well.”

“Besides,” Natalie said with a smile. “Does it really matter? When you go outside, some people are going to see you then.”

Lisa was very aware of that fact; in fact, ever since the dare had been proposed on Monday she had been excited just thinking about the idea of standing in front of their building with nothing on except some paint. But she wasn’t going to admit that to her colleague.

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