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My hands nearly covered the small, twin globes of her ass, as I drank in he sight of her pale naked body prone on the bed in front of me. I spread her cheeks apart, exposing her pink star and the darker lips that protruded from the gap between her thighs.

Petite, lithe, you could call her many things, but the truth was she felt tiny in my hands. It was like holding a porcelain dream, fragile, beautiful to the eyes, soft to the touch.

She moaned as I crouched down, knees on both sides of her legs, and touched the tip of my tongue to her pretty asshole. I felt her ring pucker to the touch at first but then relax under my loving licks. Spread wide, her ass opened up to my tongue as I pushed it inside her, a little at first, then further and wider, until I was tongue fucking her passionately.

The sounds she made as I rimmed her were exquisite, her moans rising and lowering in unison with my tongue, music to my ears, never stopping, hard staccato huffs when I plunged rigidly deep into her hole, soft languid mewling when I withdrew and flattened my tongue over and around her star.

My hand left her ass and travelled under her, finding her sex wet and hot with longing. Fingers slipped between her beautiful butterfly wings, into her wet center and then over her clit, nudging, teasing. Circling her hot spot, closer, closer, then finding it and massaging her clit, rubbing in concert with the tongue playing with her ass.

She became loud, writhing under my assault, trying to increase the pleasure, to bring the orgasm. She moaned my name, wanting more, wanting release. Begging for pleasure at my hands.

“Mr. Stanley. Please Mr. Stanley!”

Her pleading was like a powerful drug.

I doubled my efforts, felt her start to stiffen, start to hold her breath, coming close to the point of no return. Then I stopped.

Her breath exploded in frustration. Looking back at me, begging in her blue eyes.

“Please…”

Her eyes widening when she saw I was lubing my cock with her juices on my fingers, adding my own saliva, preparing to penetrate her.

She turned her head away as I again spread her petite ass and aimed my cock at her asshole. Touching the head lightly to her wet pink star, I watched as it slowly stretched open, feeling her ass swallowing my cock inch by inch.

A long low grunt was the only sound she made while I worked my way deep inside her. Then a hiss of breath as I withdrew and those low moans as I started to fuck her slowly.

“Yeees…yeeeeeeessssss…yyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss…”

Looking down, the contrast between her small 4’10 body and my thick cock looked awesome. Watching her little ass stretch around it was incredible. Exciting.

I thrust into her balls deep, now going faster and harder as I got closer to orgasm. She was now lying flat on the bed, her hands under her body furiously working her clit, my much larger, heavier frame slamming her down into the mattress as I fucked her ass.

“Yee-heee-heeess-sss Mr. St-aahaa-nl-hey…! Ngghh! Ngghh! Ngghh!…”

Then her moans stopped. Her breath held. Her body rigid. I felt her muscles squeezing my cock start to pulsate with her orgasm as her scream filled my ears. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

As her body finally went limp under me I came inside her, filling her ass with my cum.

Some time later we lay on the bed, her head on my chest, slender leg draped over my thigh, the evening sun shining golden through my bedroom window, playing in her yellow hair.

“Thank you Mr. Stanley” she whispered.

—

I always knew it was wrong. High school teachers aren’t supposed to fuck their students. In my defense I never planned it and she was over 18 when it started. I know, shitty defense.

During the last two weeks I had run through all the excuses in the book. Finished all of those and made up enough new ones for another book. But there were no excuses. I was fucking my student and that was that.

Looking back, I guess she started flirting with me just a little bit right at the start of the year. Classic story, young new teacher in a new town, hot senior girl sitting at the front of class. You’ve read this story before, right? I tried my very best to be professional but in a sunny state there were just too many bare legs, arms, midriffs and plunging necklines for a 28 year old guy who had just moved from Canada to ignore those first weeks. Eyes strayed, lingered perhaps a fraction too long. Nothing really, but maybe she noticed.

And she was hot. Oh fuck she was hot. Seventeen at the beginning of her senior year, golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, her smile bringing a cute dimple to life in her left cheek. Slender body, awesome legs and tiny compared to my 6’5 frame.

There had always been something about girls half my height that fascinated me. I can’t really explain it, tiny girls just turn me on like nothing else. Being so tall myself, I guess it’s the contrast, og perhaps some primal urge to protect ardahan escort a smaller woman, I don’t know. There’s probably a medical sounding fetish name for it somewhere.

Nicole’s forehead just about reached my nipples when she stood. From the first time I saw her walk into my class in a short skirt and t-shirt, her bag slung easily over her shoulder, smiling and laughing with her friends I was hooked on her beauty.

So what happened? How did I go from just admiring from afar to regularly thrusting my cock into her hot pussy? There was no extra curricular training or personal tutoring or coming to my house involved. Nothing like that. She just threw out a line and I swallowed, hook, line, sinker.

She always sat in the front row, right in my line of sight. Fun personality, quick to a smile and a laugh, a joy to have in the classroom in every way. She was a good student and often asked for help when she was working on something. Somewhere along the way I started to suspect she sometimes did it just to bring me over to her desk, where I had a little too good a view down her shirt, standing to her side while she explained her problem.

Sometimes when the class was engrossed in work, heads down, she would slide a little further down her chair, her skirt riding a little too high on her thighs. Sitting right at the front, I don’t think anyone really saw that except me. Her breasts were small, suiting her body well, and sometimes it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, her puffy nipples outlined in her top, beaming at me during class like headlights.

Sometimes she would come to my desk at the end of class and ask a question, standing close to ask about something in her notes, letting me inhale the subtle scent of her hair and perfume.

Never anything untoward, no glimpses of nipple down her blouse or pussy up her skirt. Nothing like that. Just hints of treasures buried, presents unwrapped.

Sometimes I thought she was being a flirt on purpose, sometimes I thought it was just all in my dirty mind.

It was nothing out of the ordinary really, when working with a horde of hormonally charged, often scantily clad 18 year olds on a daily basis. But that was it really. I never in a million years intended it to be anything more.

And then one Sunday afternoon in the end of January, when I was grading some papers in my living room with a beer on the side, my phone chimed.

I didn’t look at first, expecting it to be my mom, or my brother with something mundane.

I finished reading the paper I was working on. Got up to get another beer.

Then it chimed again.

I picked it up and checked. No messages in the usual family chats. No new text messages. But the notifications said I had two new messages on Snapchat from someone called “throwaway6969”.

I don’t really use Snapchat for anything other than keeping up with a few friends from college. Curious now, I checked.

I tapped on the message and my eyes shot open.

It was a picture of a bare midriff and navel, with the words “Hi Mr. Stanley” written a little clumsily in red lipstick on the body.

Then the picture suddenly changed to another, this one of a naked leg with the words “I think you’re hot” written in red letters from the ankle to the knee.

I blinked. The phone chimed. A chat from throwaway6969. I tapped it. An emoji blowing me a kiss.

I sat there stunned. This was obviously someone from school. Nobody else in my life called me Mr. Stanley. Well, the school principal and some of the older staff still did but that sure hadn’t looked like principal Anderson’s navel.

I didn’t know what to do. Hesitantly I typed “Who is this?” and hit send. It was seen immediately. But the only answer was another kiss emoji.

And that was it. Nothing more. Just that naked skin and my name and the knowledge that one of the seniors thought I was hot enough to write it on their body. Shit.

I put the phone down. Noticed I was rock hard in my shorts. Fuck. I pulled my cock out. I jacked off to the image in my mind, my name written on someone’s flat tummy, the audacity of sending me a picture of it. The crazy hotness of it all. I Imagined who it could be, mentally flipping through some of the girls in my classes. But it was impossible. Lewd images of some of the senior girls ran through my mind. Vanessa. Rachel. McKayla. Nicole. Samantha. Andrea.

I blew my load thinking about tall, voluptuous Samantha, my cock between her full lips, my cum covering her soft heavy breasts. Fuuuck!

I immediately felt ashamed afterwards. I cleaned myself up, finished my beer and got back to grading papers, throwaway6969 gnawing at the back of my mind.

I masturbated again in bed that night, this time blowing my load thinking of fucking cute, raven haired Vanessa in her cheerleader outfit. It’s just fantasies David, I told myself. No harm done. Just fantasies.

Monday morning, I came face to face with both Samantha and Vanessa in the first two periods. I tried my best not to feel awkward or ashamed and nearly succeeded. The whole artvin escort day I tried to work out who throwaway6969 could be. No luck. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just business as usual.

On my way home my phone chimed.

A picture of a naked shoulder and a bit of neck. Written over it: “You looked really hot today.”

As soon as I got in the house I wrote back.

“Who is this? This is not appropriate.”

I got a “Don’t be an ass” on a close up of an ass in jeans.

Not Samantha then, I thought, not big enough.

Then: “I love looking at your hot ass when you are writing on the whiteboard” and a zoomed in picture of my ass. I barely had time to be shocked before she sent “Do you think mine is hot?” and that picture of her ass again, now openly in the chat window.

I stared at my phone.

A question mark appeared in the chat.

I didn’t know what to do. This girl didn’t seriously think I would answer that. The question mark screamed at me. I looked at the sexy ass. I wrote “Yes” and hit send.

FuckfuckfuckfuckwhydidIdothat!?

She had me now. Flirting with the students Mr. Stanley? You’ll never teach again Mr. Stanley. Off to jail with you Mr. Stanley!

FUUUCK!

*Chime*

“Thank you” and two hearts. And then a picture of that hot ass with the jeans drawn down just enough to show a hint of the crack dividing her asscheeks: “Maybe I’ll let you see it sometime.”

Jesus.

Before I could think she sent a heart and a “See you tomorrow Mr. Stanley.”

Fuck.

Who the fuck was she? And what the fuck was I doing? Fuck!

I did the only thing I could do. I jacked off until I exploded all over myself, then took a shower and did it again.

And that’s how it went on for the next three days. This mystery girl kept on sending me pictures of her naked skin, legs, arms, thighs, shoulders, sometimes her jeans clad ass, but nothing R rated. She kept teasing me about how hot she thought I was, telling me how she watched me in class, how she liked looking at my ass and imagining what I looked like naked.

I sent very little back. A few one syllable words. Cursing my weakness of not just deleting this all and be done with it. But I fucking loved it. I was becoming obsessed. Every day I searched the classroom for signs of who she might be. I soon had it narrowed down to seven or eight girls in the senior class, but none of them behaved any differently. No signs of anything unusual.

Then on Friday afternoon there was nothing. And I hated it.

Around three on Saturday the now familiar chime startled me.

I opened the message. A black screen with a simple question written over it.

“Have you masturbated thinking of me?”

This was too far. I couldn’t do this.

“You can’t ask a teacher that” I wrote.

“Why?” she asked. “I have masturbated thinking of you.”

My mind blew up.

A video message appeared. Naked legs on a bed, then thighs, then black panties. A hand sliding slowly over the panties and down between the legs. The caption read: “Thinking of you now.”

I sat in my living room, my cock tenting my sweats, and the world seemed to stop. Because suddenly I knew.

Legs that didn’t seem to reach very far down the bed. Unusually pale skin for a California girl. And those small hands with long nails. It was Nicole. Throwaway 6969 was Nicole!

My hands trembled as I wrote a message.

“That’s hot.”

Another video appeared, this time her unmistakable hand was already between her legs and rubbing, massaging.

“Do I make you hard?”

“Yes.” This was spinning out of control now. But knowing that Nicole was now rubbing her clit thinking of me had completely robbed me of my senses.

“Show me?”

I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. Just aimed the picture at the tent in my sweatpants and hit send.

“That’s so hot Mr. Stanley. Are you going to stroke it?”

I just stared at the phone.

“Yes.” Send. And I drew my pants down, freeing my rock-hard cock.

Where the fuck was this going? I didn’t know, I didn’t care, I just knew I was all in for the ride.

“Show me?”

And then I just aimed the camera at my raging boner and recorded a short video of me stroking it, and sent it to my 18 year old student. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that was a very wrong thing to do. But that little voice was totally drowned out by the rest of me being a screaming horny bastard.

No reply for some time. I began to worry. Still stroking my cock though.

Then she just sent “Wow, that was good”, and a picture of her hand down her panties.

Cum burst from my cock, all over my t-shirt, on the back of my phone, on my arm, my neck, everywhere. It was an orgasm for the history books.

“Thank you Mr. Stanley. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Shit. Monday. Shitshit.

I had just masturbated with Nicole. It looked like she had cum watching a vid of me stroking my cock.

Shitfuckshit!

It had been totally awesome. And I was totally fucked. Royally. Completely. Insanely. Fucked.

I bodrum escort was a mess all of Sunday. I thought about resigning. About calling Nicole to try to smooth this over. But what would I say? Sorry about being a pervert, could you perhaps just forget about it, see you at school?

I dragged myself to work on Monday morning, dreading facing Nicole in the first period. I sat at my desk when she came in, heading straight towards me. Shit.

And then she just sat in her usual place right in front of me and opened her books. No looks. No awkwardness. No accusations. I watched her more than usual out of the corner of my eye. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary with her.

When class was over I heard her say “Mr. Stanley? Can I ask you something?” I turned and saw her standing at my desk.

My mind raced. There were still other students in the classroom, packing their things. I had to…

“Can Vanessa and I please move our presentation to Thursday? Vanessa had training camp during the weekend, so we haven’t been able to work on it.”

I stared at her.

“Please Mr. Stanley?”

“Oh, sure, yeah, Thursday. No problem.”

She beamed.

“Thank you Mr. Stanley!” And then she turned away and walked out of my classroom.

Either she was playing — making it look like nothing had changed — or she didn’t realize that I had already figured out it was her. Perhaps she never intended for me to find out. But either way was fine for me. I finally relaxed. Understood. She wasn’t going to rat me out, because she was enjoying this just like me. She was just horny.

And for the first time I thought about what it would be like to fuck her. Until the next class started filing into my room and I had to turn my chair under my desk until my erection died down.

For the rest of the week, I got nothing from throwaway6969. After realizing her game, I had decided to let Nicole instigate contact. I would not send her anything unless she began the conversation. Somehow that made it ok. How easily we rationalize things when we are horny.

Nicole and Vanessa’s presentation went smoothly on Thursday and I sat at the back, enjoying watching her standing at the front in her short skirt and white blouse, a whole head shorter than Vanessa but twice as hot. Of course, having seen her masturbating added truckloads to her hotness in my eyes.

Saturday came and still nothing. Until just before 11 pm.

*Chime*

“Are you there Mr. Stanley?”

I quickly answered yes. My cock stirred.

“What are you doing?”

I told her the truth. “In bed, reading.”

“Do you sleep naked?”

“Yes.” Then I added “do you?”

“No, t-shirt and panties.” And a picture followed, there she was in her bed, the view down the length of her body from her chest, a white t-shirt with a band I didn’t recognize upside down, a hint of red panties beneath it and her naked legs drawn up.

“Cute” I said.

Smiley face. “Thanks.” And then “Were you hoping I was naked?”

“Of course.”

“Would you masturbate looking at me If I was?” I figured this was a turn on for her.

“I already am” I sent.

Right away I got a “Show me?”

And I did. I pointed the camera at my body, my hard cock the center of attention, and recorded myself slowly stroking it, running my fingers up and down the shaft, teasing the purple head, stroking my balls, jerking off for her. And sent it.

“Fuck that is so hot” she said. And then a video appeared. Same angle as before, but this time the t-shirt was bunched up around her chest and the red panties were up around her knees, her hand working fast between her legs. And for the first time I could hear her soft moans of pleasure. It drove me insane with lust.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You’re driving me crazy” I wrote on the video I sent her jerking my cock fast.

And then she sent me her orgasm. Her legs splayed wide, panties still hanging on one knee, her abs contracting and relaxing as she drove herself to the edge, her hand rubbing furiously on her clit. Then suddenly it was like time stopped for her, her muscles tensed and then the release, her legs jerking up and thighs closing tight over her hand, her breath hissing in bursts. She fell to her side, the camera falling on the bed going black.

It was heaven to watch, to hear, to be a part of her pleasure. It brought me to the edge and I recorded as my orgasm flooded over me, my cum spraying over my body towards the camera. And then I sent it to her. “That was beautiful” I wrote, “thank you.”

For a few minutes there was nothing. Then “I looove watching you cum. Need to sleep now. Thank you Mr. Stanley.” And she was gone.

On Sunday, nothing. On Monday she was her usual happy self, no sign of anything out of the ordinary. I on the other hand was going nuts with lust seeing her in front of me. But I managed to keep it all on the inside. No unprofessional behavior from Mr. Stanley. That wouldn’t do.

On Monday evening however she blew my mind.

I got a simple “I’ve been naughty girl, check your bag.”

What the fuck now? I went and got my bag, opened it. What was I looking for? A note? And then I found it. Red. Her red panties. Obviously worn. I stared at them in my hands. Without thinking I brought them to my nose and inhaled her musky smell. Jesus. Fuck.

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A short tale about about parcels?

Or maybe not.

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It was an evening like any other evening when I was away on business. After a pretty busy day seeing three or four clients, I’d booked into the hotel, one of my preferred ones, freshened up, had dinner and a few drinks and was back in my room.

It was then that I remembered that I hadn’t picked up the parcel that had been left for me in reception.

Damn it!

Didn’t know what was in it, but I guessed I had to go see even though it was late. So go see I did, but I never actually got there. I got to my door, opened it and even stepped out.

Then I stopped dead in my tracks, mouth gaping open, eyes goggling, hardly believing what was there before me.

She was bloody gorgeous.

She was slim and trim with a mess of red hair, and the most perfect pair of long slender legs that you could ever wish to see.

She had on a pair of sexy strippy-strappy high heels that may have bought her up to a full five foot seven or so.

She …

Well that was it really.

Other than those high heels the girl was totally naked!

I’d heard of such things and even watched a few videos, but never really expected to witness such a sight in real life, any more than the girl by the look of near panic on her face had been expecting to be caught doing it. She’d snapped her hands up into the classic ENF pose, one arm across her breasts and the other tucked down between those shapely legs hiding her bare pussy from me.

Not however, I have to add happily, before I’d glimpsed the treasures that she was then hiding from me. Short indeed, but very, very sweet.

What does one say?

Is there an etiquette that covers that situation?

‘Good evening miss. It’s a pleasant evening out,’ would hardly seem to suit the occasion, any more than ‘Nice pair of tits miss,” would. Would it?

For her part the girl, pretty as she was, wasn’t making my job any easier. She never uttered a word to me, simply stood there, desperately covering her nudity as she blushed furiously, looking as if she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. I was glad however that it didn’t!

“What’s going on?” was all I could manage. Not exactly very original in the circumstances, but one hell of a good excuse to keep her there for me to look at.

“It’s a dare,” she whispered, hardly audibly, not using a lot of decibels, but not offering any more information.

“Who dared you?” I asked. Couldn’t give a damn really, but more talking meant I could do more looking.

“Errr … My husband,” she croaked, looking past me hopefully, up the corridor that I was blocking. “He’s a bit like that.”

Now I consider myself a gentleman, and a gentleman would recognise the pretty young lady’s plight and would move aside to let her pass. A gentleman would no doubt avert his eyes when doing so. A gentleman might have even stepped back into his room and closed the door.

Then again, relatively few true, blue blood gentleman had ever been in the position that I’d found myself in, and besides … Well you know … She was so bloody gorgeous. Damn it; when they wrote the rules, attractive young women probably didn’t run around hotel corridors in the nude. I doubt if the sport was even thought about then.

No!

Gentleman or not, I was going to make the bloody most of it, and anyway her hand had slipped slightly, and a cheeky, little, pink, erect nipple was peeking out at me teasingly.

“Your husband dared elazığ escort you to do this,” I asked, amazed that any man would let a creature like her out of his sight clothed, never mind naked.

“Well … err … He’s a bit like that,” she repeated, fortunately not noticing that the majority of her left breast had by then slipped out from its captivity. “I really think I ought to be getting back to him.”

“Right!” I flustered, my gentlemanly side battling with my more basic emotions.

The gentlemanly side won.

I stepped to one side, reluctantly I have to say, but knowing that I’d feel the better for it.

Christ, if only I’d known quite how right I’d been.

“Thanks,” the girl mumbled, sliding carefully passed me with an embarrassed smile, and then the unthinkable happened!

Unthinkable?

Well only in a world of complete fiction could the timing have been so perfect.

Ding – Ding -Ding it went. She gasped out in fear, and even I turned round in that direction.

It was the lift, the elevator, whatever you want to call it, and the ding-ding was announcing its arrival at our floor and just twenty feet or so up the corridor from where we were standing.

“Oh shit,” cried the girl in anguish, realising with dread that her escape path was about to be invaded by whoever was about to emerge from the lift. Realising that she’d found herself in a somewhat unenvious position.

It was then perhaps that maybe my military training came to the fore. No, my six months in the sea scouts when I’d been fourteen hadn’t been wasted, even though they had thrown me out because I couldn’t swim.

“Run!” I shouted.

“Bugger that,” she squealed, shoving me bodily out of the way and darting past me into the safety of my bedroom, without so much as asking my permission. I guess she was only twenty or thereabouts, and they simply don’t have the manners that they used to.

“Good evening,” I greeted the two middle-aged businessmen who emerged from the lift as they strolled by me on the way to their rooms, totally oblivious to the wondrous wonders that they had missed.

“Good night,” they answered back in unison, no doubt wondering why I was stood there, statue like, with a very silly grin on my face.

—

Logically, by the time I got back into my room, the girl would have ‘borrowed’ one of my shirts, a dressing gown, or even a towel from the bathroom.

Logically, she would have inform me, albeit with some embarrassment, that she was hurrying back to hubby and would return my shirt or whatever in the morning.

Logically, I would probably never have seen my shirt again!

But this is a story and this is the mighty, world famous Literotica, so we have to report the truth!

“That was close,” she greeted me with, stood there leaning against the wardrobe, one hand still modestly protecting the sweet heaven between her legs, but the other casually twirling a loose twist of her lustrous red hair.

Jesus! The knockers on her!

What I mean to say was of course, that she, the girl that is, had a pair of the most beautiful pert breasts, pointing out at me challengingly, and bouncing away merrily as she giggled at my reaction.

“Fancy a drink?” I demanded, I thought pretty coolly, praying that there’d be a drinks fridge hidden away somewhere in the room.

“I’d love one,” she grinned back at me, cheekily and deliberately inching her hand away from her delicious snatch, and completing my dream as I observed erzincan escort that she was completely shaved down there. “But I really need to get back. My husband will be going mad with worry.”

“Serves him right,” seemed to be appropriate.

“Probably,” she agreed. “But I really ought to be going.”

“Do you want to borrow a shirt or something,” I offered, remembering my manners.

“It’s Ok,” she replied smiling. “I’m only six or seven doors down the corridor. I think I’ll be OK.”

“I guess so,” I sighed, opening the door for her, somewhat reluctantly.

“Can you just check there’s nobody around please?” Not an unreasonable request.

“Coast is clear,” I reported, looking out, both ways, shuddering as the girl slipped past me, an expance of soft, pliable, bare flesh brushing up against my arm. I could have moved my arm out of the way but I didn’t. Then again, maybe she could have quite easily have avoided it.

“Bye lovely lady,” I whispered huskily, hating the fact that she was leaving, but loving the fact that all her shyness had disappeared, as she stood there in the corridor, any attempt to cover up her beautiful naked body a thing of the past. It was a sight that would remain etched in my mind for eternity.

“Can I ask you just one more favour please kind sir?” She asked nervously, her lovely green eyes staring at me uncertainly.

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice.

“Could you … That is would you mind …”

“Yes. Could I what?” I encouraged her, my heart beating.

“Would you walk me back to my room please,” she pleaded, now avoiding my eye, as if she’d asked for something outrageous. “I’d feel safer if you were with me.”

Well!

A gentleman, military training and British to boot, so of course I would. “I’d be pleased to.”

So taking her arm, the first time I’d really touched her, I escorted the damsel slowly down the corridor hoping as we passed each door that it wouldn’t be the next one, the tap-tap of her high heels on the tiled floor, strangely erotic, the sway of her naked breast as she walked evidently even more so.

“Thank you kind sir,” she pouted, stopping at a door, far too soon for my liking, and recovering a key card, mysteriously wedged into the gap between the door and the frame. Funny that!

“No problem,” came the obvious answer, already infuriatingly jealous of the husband that she was going back to, and for the first time taking in quite what a beautiful face she had. Big bright green eyes to contrast with her hair, cute little nose, and a mouth oh so, so kissable.

Maybe she read my mind.

“I think you deserve a reward for being such a gentleman,” the girl offered. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Would I mind?

Is the Pope a Catholic?

Is it hot in Saudi Arabia?

Was the Titanic really unsinkable?

Does it rain a lot in Ireland?

Was Einstein a genius?

Is the Arsenal the best football team in the world?

All silly questions of course, and she didn’t actually wait for an answer, turning towards me and throwing her arms round my neck, the feel of her bare breasts against my chest only eclipsed by the touch of her soft lips against mine.

The feel of her bare back in my hands as I wrapped my arms round her was unbelievable, like no woman I’d ever felt before. The swell of her bottom simply too inviting to resist, and who knows where it would have gone from there?

Ding-Ding!

Shit and damn it!

Bloody erzurum escort damn lift.

Abso-bleeding-lutely un-bloody- believable.

“I’ve got to go,” my Goddess whispered, and my dream slipped slowly out of my arms; a last smile from her, a last glimpse of that wonderful body and those bouncy tits as she pushed open the door and disappeared.

“Good evening,” the guy from the lift grinned at me as I stood there, pretending to be trying to make my key card work.

“Good night,” I grunted back, unhappily.

End of the dream!

—

The next day was to say the least a bit of an anti climax, and I didn’t truly give my clients the attention they deserved. I didn’t even know the girl’s name, but couldn’t get her out of my mind. Perhaps not surprising really. You don’t get many of them to the pound.

The day came to an end and carried on much as normal, ending with a few drinks with a client before I retired to my room. At last an opportunity to relax and try to relive my memory the events of the previous night.

Dring-Dring. Dring- Dring.

No not the lift damn it. Concentrate will you! This one was the phone; it had an ‘r’ in it and was completely different.

Dring-Dring.

“Hello.” That was me.

“It’s Carol.”

“Carol who?” I replied, not knowing any Carols unless you counted ‘Silent Night’ or maybe ‘Away in a manger’, and I didn’t honestly know all the words to them.

“Carol from last night,” came the reply and that had my immediate attention.

“Yes,” I answered cautiously.

“I was just sitting here in my room and thinking about last night,” she, Carol, told me.

“I haven’t thought about much else all day,” I responded, a steel like band tightening round my chest.

“I was wondering if I could pop down and see you.”

“Another of your husband’s ideas?” I asked, though I was by no means averse to the idea.

“There is no husband. I’m not married.”

“What!” I exclaimed.

“Automatic response,” Carol explained. “It frightened the life out of me when you confronted me like that and I just said the first thing that came into my mind.”

“So how did you come to be wandering about the hotel in the nude?”

“Why not?” She giggled girlishly. “It’s fun, daring, exciting, sometimes frightening. It’s something I like doing. I love the feeling of wandering about in the nude when I shouldn’t be, and the thrill that I might be caught.”

“You got caught last night,” I reminded her.

“You enjoyed it?”

“You bet your life I did,” I laughed, wondering where this was leading to, my imagination running riot.

“Fancy doing it again?” Carol asked nervously, just about blowing my mind.

“In the corridor like last night?”

“In the corridor, in the lift, out in the car park or wherever. If you’re there with me then I could be a lot more daring.”

“How daring?”

“Try me,” she laughed deliciously. “I understand the embankment isn’t very busy at this time of night and I’m all ready and naked and excited.”

Bloody hell!

“High heels?”

“Never go out without them,” she giggled. “But that’s all.”

“I’ll come and get you,” I gasped, leaping from my chair.

“Too late,” Carol chuckled, and there was a loud knock on my door.

Double bloody hell!

—

That night was memorable as has been the three months since, as Carol lived out her incredible fantasies, as indeed did I . We, or should I say she got caught out a couple of times, but then again it’s not easy trying to hide a naked woman in a busy pub, even when you’ve found a discrete corner.

The only problem was that I never did pick up the parcel that was left for me, so still have no idea what was in it.

Can’t have everything but I’m not complaining!

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“This must be what Heaven feels like,” I remarked to Cindy as tropical rays beat down on my nearly naked body. It felt like we were in Jimmy Buffett’s song Margaritaville; the sun was definitely baking us, and my long, tan, tourist body was certainly covered in oil. Cindy, with her red hair and fair skin was covered in SPF30 lotion. Not quite as sexy, but a whole lot sexier than some of the lobster red sunburns on the beach around us!

“Yeah. Well, almost at least. There’s the whole van thing…”

I had almost forgotten about that. A bunch of girls from the sorority decided we should head to Key West for spring break. So on the night of March 15th ten of us piled into a rented van and headed south. Everything was going smoothly until, somewhere in South Carolina, we got into a little accident. Not much happened to the other car (plus, what guy could hold a little ding against ten cute, slightly panicked, sorority girls?) but our rental van got a pretty big dent right in front. We all had thought that the credit card we had used to rent the van would cover the damage, but for some reason it didn’t and now we were stuck trying to come up with $1000 to repair the van. After pooling our money together we were about $500 short. Jessica, the girl who was driving at the time, was practically in tears.

As the sun beat down on us I replied “Oh don’t sweat it Cindy. We’ll figure something out, I’m sure. This is our first day in the sun, let’s just relax and enjoy it!” Looking down my glistening body, I adjusted the tiny blue flowered string bikini I was sunning in and then looked around at the spring breakers near us. There were college students of all shapes and sizes, and all scantily clad. Most of the girls were sunning while the boys were walking around, checking out the girls and throwing footballs and Frisbees. As I rolled over onto my stomach I noticed that there were a couple of cute guys playing right next to us, but since I wasn’t actively looking for a guy I didn’t really pay much attention to them. Cindy offered to oil up my back and I gladly accepted. The feeling of her soft hands working coconut oil into my warm body was truly otherworldly, and I felt like I was melting into the warm sand beneath my towel. Cindy untied my top so that I wouldn’t get tan lines on my back and began caressing and teasing the sides of my breasts, ostensibly rubbing oil into them.

Then she began moving down, massaging the small of my back and waist. She slipped her hands underneath me, teasing my stomach and sliding her hands down the front of my bikini before returning her attention to my back. Then she moved all the way down to the bottoms of my feet where she dribbled some of the oil, warm from lying out in the sun, onto my soles and between my toes before rubbing it in. Moving up she squirted a trail of oil up each of my calves and began caressing and kneading the lean muscles there, then working up to the backs of my knees. She knelt between my legs, spreading them apart, and I felt oil splashing on the backs of my thighs and dribbling down them.

Then her hands began rubbing me just above my knees, and slowly working their way up. Soon she was brushing my lycra-covered pussy and a small groan escaped my lips. I was glad that my swimsuit had a light and dark pattern to it, because, between the hot sun and Cindy’s even hotter hands, my pussy was getting soaking wet! Taking her hands off me for a minute, Cindy dribbled some of the tanning oil on my butt and quickly returned her hands, kneading my firm cheeks. She slipped my rio-cut bottoms into my butt crack, leaving my tan cheeks completely exposed to the glare of the sun. Then she slid her thumbs underneath my bottoms and down my crack to my pussy where she slipped one and then both thumbs into me, wiggling them around and probing my depths. I pressed my hips against her thumbs, urging her to go deeper, when she suddenly stopped and lay down next to me.

“You’re all done!” she said, flopping down on her stomach beside me.

“What do you mean I’m all done? I was just getting started!”

“You’re completely covered in oil so you won’t burn.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. When I offered to put suntan oil on your back what did you think I meant?” She grinned widely.

“Argh. I hate you!”

“You don’t really mean tha…” Cindy stopped abruptly and ducked her head, just as I felt a shower of sand spray across me. Flipping my head to the other side I saw a football lying in the sand a foot away from my butt. Pushing my unruly blond hair out of my face I looked up to see the owner of the football approaching.

“Oh man, I’m really sorry about that.” The guy was blushing and really did look sorry.

Completely forgetting that my top was untied I raised myself on one elbow to get a better look at him. As I watched his eyes get as big as saucers I realized my blunder. Maybe it was all the nearly naked college kids around us or maybe it was Cindy’s teasing, but I was feeling pretty horny and didn’t even try to cover up. When he finally managed to wrench kahramanmaraş escort his eyes away from my ample, tanned breast and pointy nipple, he was blushing even harder.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked playfully, rolling onto my side and exposing both of my breasts.

“Well…I…uh…”

I took a moment to check him out while he was fumbling for words. He was fairly average looking, average body (not totally chiseled or anything) average face. The one thing that wasn’t average at all though, were his eyes. They were brilliant and clear, an almost glacial blue, but somehow still filled with warmth.

“Tell you what.” I was really enjoying his discomfort. “Let’s start out easy. What’s your name?”

“Um…it’s Chris.” When the words finally started coming they flew out in a nervous rush. “Chris. What’s your name?”

“I’m Sydney and this,” I flicked my head back towards Cindy, “is my roommate Cindy. It’s nice to meet you Chris. Who’s your friend with the lousy aim?”

“Oh, his name is Brian. Are you girls here on spring break? Duh, of course you are! Where are you staying?”

“We’re staying down at the Atlantic Shores. How about you guys?”

“The cousin of one of the guys I’m here with actually owns a house that we’re staying in.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. He has a pool and everything!”

“Come on Chris! Just get the damn ball!” I guess Brian couldn’t quite see the show that Chris was getting.

Ignoring his friend completely, Chris continued. “Hey, the guy’s cousin is in a band here and they’re playing tonight around 11:30. We’re all gonna go, maybe we’ll see you there?”

“Maybe.” Chris grabbed the football and began walking away. “Hey Chris,” I called out to him, “if I’m going to meet you there, I need to know where it is!”

“Oh, oops. It’s a place called the Schooner Bar down on William Street. You can’t miss it.”

The rest of the day seemed to flow by very quickly and soon it was time for Cindy and I to pack up and head back to our hotel. On the short walk from South Beach to our room I spotted a piece of paper stapled to a telephone pole. It was advertising a wet t-shirt contest at a bar called Rumrunners. There were daily prizes, but what caught my attention was that, at the end of the week, the daily winners competed for a $500 grand prize.

“Cindy!” I directed her attention to the sign. “This could solve our problem with the van! If we win we’re set!”

“Are you sure that you want to enter a wet t-shirt contest?”

“No, but it could be easy cash. Can you think of a better way?”

“I guess not. And you did seem to enjoy being on-stage for the auction!” (You can read all about my adventures at the auction and the aftermath in Chapter 4!)

Hurrying back to our hotel room we met with our friends and presented our idea. Only two of the other girls were up for it, but I hoped that we might stand a chance between the four of us. We all had decent sized breasts, ranging from a 34b to my 38d’s and finally to Cindy’s 38dd’s, and nice bodies as well.

For now, though, the sun was setting and it was time for dinner. I took a quick peak at the street outside our hotel and saw that most people were still wearing almost nothing in the warm evening air, so I decided I wasn’t going to bother changing and just went to dinner in my bikini, as did most of the other girls we were with. I was equal parts nervous and excited about the upcoming wet t-shirt contest and so I didn’t really eat very much and, after what seemed an eternity of small talk and stories about the day’s events, we had finished and were walking over to Rumrunner’s. We had about an hour to kill before the contest so I ordered a margarita on the rocks as soon as we got in the bar. Three margaritas later they announced that anyone interested in the wet t-shirt contest should come to the manager’s office to sign up. With some trepidation (not to mention the beginning of an excellent buzz) I headed back with Cindy and the two others (Jessica, the van driver, and her friend Sarah). After another fifteen minutes or so the manager’s office was full of about twenty girls in white Rumrunner’s t-shirts and a bunch of bikini tops and bras were sitting on the manager’s desk.

The manager stepped forward and addressed us. “Hi everyone, my name’s Andy. I’m the manager of this place and I’ll be mc’ing the contest. The rules are pretty simple—there are no rules. I’ll call your name, you’ll step forward, get watered down and have a few minutes to do whatever you want. There are two rounds. Five people from the first round go onto the second round and the top two girls in that round are eligible to compete for the grand prize on Friday night. We have a decibel meter on stage, and the winners are determined based on how loud the crowd is. The prizes for tonight are $100 and a $75 gift certificate to one of the bikini shops on Duval Street for first place, $75 for second place and another $50 gift certificate for third. I think that’s about it. Any questions?”

Looking around at the other kastamonu escort contestants, I saw that most of them were college girls like myself, and they looked about as nervous as I felt. Then there were a couple of girls who looked like professionals with obviously dyed hair and huge fake boobs that barely wiggled when they walked.

“Alright, if there aren’t any questions lets get this contest going then! Follow me.” Andy walked out of his office and we all followed him through a back corridor and out onto the stage. Standing on stage in my bikini bottoms and a surprisingly baggy t-shirt, all I could see were screaming college guys of all shapes and sizes. I’m sure there were some girls in the audience but they weren’t making nearly as much noise and weren’t nearly as prominent as the guys were. My third and fourth margaritas were beginning to hit me pretty hard and, between them and the rush of the crowd, I was feeling just a touch overwhelmed. We didn’t have much time to think about it though because Andy had the first girl stepping forward. She was really cute, and looked about as overwhelmed as I felt. As she moved to center stage one of the Andy’s assistants held up a huge pitcher of water to the crowd, which went wild. Turning to the girl he slowly poured it down her front. I could hear her gasp of shock from clear across the stage as the water hit her. I didn’t think it was possible, but the crowd roared even louder as the wet girl began dancing around. As she spun around I figured out why the t-shirts were so baggy—when they got wet they looked like they were painted on, they clung so snugly! I was just thankful that I wasn’t going first. The poor girl looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and before she really had a chance to get into it her turn was up.

A few more girls went and suddenly Andy was pulling me out to center stage. When his assistant held the pitcher up before pouring it on me I saw why the first girl had let out a gasp—I could see ice cubes floating in the water! Then the pitcher was tilting towards my chest and the icy cold water was splashing over me. My nipples hardened instantly in the cold water and the wet t-shirt clung to my tits like a second skin. The fabric of the shirt was so lightweight that it became nearly transparent when wet, and now hundreds of guys could see my melon-sized breasts and hard, erect nipples. The crowd went wild and now, much like the auction a month before in the student union, I could feel myself getting turned on and I decided to give the boys a show! I cupped my hands underneath my tits and pressed them together, showing off my cleavage. Then I brought one of my nipples up to my mouth and began sucking on it through the t-shirt, bringing a delighted roar from the crowd. The thin cotton layer over my nipple was enough to deaden the sensation of me nibbling on it, and, deciding that that just wouldn’t do, I reached up to the collar of the t-shirt and ripped. The flimsy fabric gave way easily and I freed one of my boobs and resumed nibbling on it. The margaritas I had had earlier were really hitting me now and before I realized what I was doing, I plunged a hand down the front of my bikini and slipped a finger up my pussy. All the crowd could see was the outline of my hand moving beneath my bikini, but they could tell what I was doing, and they loved it! Their screams of encouragement echoed in my ears and I slipped my other hand into my bikini bottoms, in the process squeezing my boobs together with my arms. I widened my stance for easier access and began simultaneously tweaking my clit with one hand while pumping my pussy with the other. I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching and I screamed along with the crowd as I came long and hard. Luckily my clothes and my entire body were soaked with water and sweat so the crowd couldn’t see my juices soaking my bottoms and running down my legs. Pulling my hands out of my bikini I strutted to the front of the stage where I spotted two cute guys screaming for me. Lowering my hands to them, I let them lick off my cum before I turned and headed back to Andy. My turn was over.

The other girls took their turns showing off for the crowd. Some of them completely ripped the shirts off their bodies, eliciting huge shouts of approval from the audience. Others even flashed their pussies. When they had finished Andy called all the girls up one-by-one for the crowd to vote for, and the top five advancing to the second round were announced. Cindy and I both made it, as did the two professional girls and one other really cute college girl. The girls who hadn’t advanced were ushered of the stage, though not before the crowd gave them a huge ovation. After the crowd quieted down Andy announced the beginning of the second round.

The college girl was the first contestant in the second round and she put on a great show, completely ripping her t-shirt off her body and flinging it into the crowd before giving them some teasing shots of her pussy. Cindy was next and the screams when she ripped the t-shirt away from kayseri escort her 38dd boobs were deafening. I thought for sure she would be going to the final round. Until the two professional girls went that is. They both put on routines that looked like they came right out of a strip club. They practically gave the guys in the front row lap dances, wiggling bare pussies and asses in their faces. The crowd clearly loved it and roared their approval; I knew that Cindy had been beaten and that the stakes had been raised.

“And now, last, but certainly not least,” Andy announced my turn as I looked over to Jessica and thought about our van and the money we needed to fix it, “Sydney!”

Remembering my earlier show, the crowd screamed and surged forward, wondering how I was going to top my last performance and excited at the prospect. I, too, was wondering what I could do as another pitcher of ice water was poured over my chest. I began playing with my breasts and dancing around the stage. Grabbing my already ripped t-shirt I tore it completely down the front, allowing my big boobs to spring free. The crowd screamed their approval, but I knew I wasn’t coming close to beating the two pros. They had upped the ante by taking off their bottoms, and I had to follow suit. With fumbling fingers I reached for the bows on my hips and began tugging on them, slowly undoing the knots. I had never shown my naked body to this many people before, and the thought that I was about to was both terrifying and exhilarating. With the roar of the crowd in my ears and the buzz of four margaritas in my head, I undid the strings and was about to yank them off when my teasing instincts took over. I grabbed the front and back of my bikini and turned around so that my butt was facing the crowd. Still holding my bikini up I spread my legs and bent over so that I could see the crowd between them. Then, looking at the guys in the front row, I began sliding my bikini back and forth across my pussy. The bottoms were gooey and wet from my earlier orgasm, and the pressure of them sliding back and forth over my clit was fantastically sinful. But I knew the crowd wanted more and, if we were ever going to raise enough money for the van, I knew I had to give it to them. I straightened up and spun around so that I was again facing the crowd. I let go of the swimsuit, but pressed my legs together so the crotch of the suit stayed in place even though the sides and string hung down. Then I reached for the back of the suit and began slowly sliding it through my legs. A hush fell over the audience as the front of my suit slid further and further down. There was an excited murmur when it had slid far enough down so they could tell I kept my pussy bare. And when the last bit of my suit slid over my bald pussy, exposing it to the crowd, they erupted! Caught up in the moment, I pulled my bottoms completely off and started spinning them over my head and then flung them several rows deep into the crowd, giving one guy a souvenir he wouldn’t likely forget! I didn’t think it was possible, but the roar of the crowd got even louder. Winning the contest slipped from my mind and the only thing I was thinking about was putting on the best show I could. And that’s when I really got in trouble. From the front row I heard “I want another taste!” Strutting forward I spotted the two guys who had licked my fingers clean earlier. I walked right to the edge of the stage in front of them and spread my legs. My bald pussy lips were sopping wet and swollen with lust.

“You want another taste of this?” I asked, spreading my pussy apart with my fingers. “Do you think they deserve another taste?” I shouted to the crowd. “What about somebody else, like this guy?” I strutted over to another relatively cute guy in the front row. The screaming chorus of “yes!” answered my question. I squatted down in front of him, spread my lips with one hand, grabbed the back of his head with the other and shoved his face into my pussy. He definitely must have wanted a taste, because he didn’t hesitate to lick up and down my slit. I ground his face into me and rubbed myself all over him, covering him in my sticky juices. I couldn’t believe I was making some random guy eat me out in front of a hundred screaming people, but I loved the feeling. This guy was pretty good with his tongue and I wasn’t about to move on, but the guys on either side of him were beginning to get jealous and wanted in on some of the action. They began running their hands up and down my legs, advancing ever higher when they saw I wasn’t protesting. Soon their fingers were brushing my bald pussy lips until one of them got the courage to slip his finger up inside me. My groan of pleasure encouraged the other to join his friend in my pussy, and together they began exploring, sliding their fingers in and out, probing my depths one moment then stretching me open the next. The guy whose face I was smothering concentrated his tongue on my clit and reached up with one of his hands to join his friends. I was in heaven! I had a tongue twirling around my clit and three fingers from three different guys poking, prodding and pulling my pussy in three different directions. My pussy was being stretched open from the snake-like fingers writhing around in it and my juices were flowing out of me in a steady stream. I could feel a powerful orgasm beginning in my pussy.

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Disclaimers: Each and every person in my little story is purely a figment of my overactive mind. Some may find this hard to believe, but THIS STORY IS FICTION. Anyone lucky enough to get lucky is over the age of eighteen. I’d like to thank my wife for not only suggesting this theme, but helping me getting my thoughts on paper, so to speak.

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This is my entry in the Nude Day Story Contest 2023.

My name is Owen Landreau. I’m turning twenty-four in a few days, and have just been notified by the state that I successfully passed the State Bar Exam!

I’m a lawyer! Holy smokes, I did it. Even though my parents wanted me to take over my dad’s dry cleaning business, I just wanted something different.

Not that I wasn’t grateful for the living his chain of three stores gave my sister, mom and me, but at fifty-five years of age, he looked closer to eighty.

It seemed as if he worked sixty to eighty hours a week, for as long as I could remember.

We rarely had family vacations. If we did take vacations, it usually was mom, my sister, Paula and me. Dad just couldn’t break away from the stores, or so he said.

I knew entering middle school, I wanted to do anything but run his business. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he was a good father. To a point. Work always seemed to come first.

In middle school, I started to compete in sports, a little. I didn’t do very well in either football or basketball, but found I could hit a baseball fairly well.

Along with this new found talent, I started growing. Nothing spectacular, but by my freshman year in high school, I topped 6 feet tall, and weighed nearly 185.

By the time I was a senior, I now stood 6’3″ and weighed 210. I did start getting some offers to play baseball at some of our areas smaller schools, but I had my eye of the University of Washington.

Even if they didn’t offer me a scholarship, I started thinking about their top notch law school.

Starting at the U, I did start dating, but nothing to write home about. I did find a couple of girls more than willing to help me lose my virginity.

One such girl, Ginger Hayes, had absolutely no inhibitions. If we were in her off campus apartment, no clothes were worn. Mind you, I didn’t object, as she had a body built to be admired.

Fairly tall, just over 5’9″ on the thin side with an A cup pair of breasts, along with the hardest nipples I’d ever laid my eyes on. They were in a constant state of arousal.

Also, there was nothing, and I mean nothing not on the menu. Every position you can think of, and some that made me thank my flexibility to achieve. No hole was off limits, either. She was the first girl who would even think about taking my nearly eight solid inches up her ass.

When the situation warranted, her mouth was very accommodating, able to take my entire cock, with minimal effort.

During the entire fall quarter, if I wasn’t studying, Ginger and I were fucking. Or sucking. Everywhere in her apartment.

By the end of the quarter, her study habits, or should I say, lack of study habits, got her invited to leave school.

I had to admit, if I was to succeed in school, I needed as few distractions as possible.

With her leaving, I did take over her apartment, so I wasn’t bothered with having to look for a place to live.

When baseball tryouts started, I was a ‘walk-on’ a player turning out not on scholarship.

I was lucky enough to be on the final thirty man roster, as a true freshman. Not bad, but realizing the team needed a backup first baseman. That was me.

All through the season, I did get some at bats, and got a few hits, plus driving in a few runs. Where I excelled was in the field. I only committed one error in the thirty games I played in.

In the next two years, I did get some more playing time, both on the baseball team, and in my bedroom.

Nothing on the scale of Ginger, but I didn’t go without. I also didn’t let my bedroom activities get in the way of my studies.

Knowing I was accepted into law school, as I graduated in just three years, my junior year on the Husky baseball team was my last. It just happened to be my best, too. Not good enough to attract the eyes of any major league teams, but I knew my next three years would be in law school.

With the burden of studying in law school, I kept my bedroom exploits to a minimum. I just knew I couldn’t be deterred from getting everything possible I could from my classes.

The three years of law school, while daunting, did allow me some social life. I knew not to get carried away, but there were a few girlfriends, but nothing even close to long term.

The one thing that remained in my repertoire was the amount of time I spent in my apartment in the nude. Some of my potential girlfriends didn’t agree with my lifestyle choice and that was their choice.

Closing in on graduation, I had already made plans to use our family’s house at a nearby lake, kahramanmaraş escort that we had for over ten years.

I needed some time to relax, and get ready for the real world.

I had chosen a medium sized law firm, that agreed with me that I would have nothing to do with divorce cases. I just could handle that sort of law.

I was fairly certain that some sort of mergers and acquisitions would be where I thought I’d be best suited.

As I was getting ready for my little retreat, I was talking with my parents, getting all the information I needed. I hadn’t been to the lake for over three years, and I wondered if the next door couple still lived there.

“Just don’t let them bother you, Owen, but yes, the Collins family still live there,” mom told me.

“I think all three of their kids have moved out, since they got tired of their parents constantly fighting,” dad added.

Our lake house was a nice three bedroom cabin, with everything I could need. I stocked up with all the food and drink I’d need for my relaxing stay.

With Lake Rossiger just sixty feet beyond our house, I knew if I wanted to skinny dip at night, it shouldn’t be a problem. I’d just get out of the water and walk into the basement to dry off.

Arriving at the house, after my forty-five mile drive, I unloaded all my stuff, and took a walk around, checking everything out.

I looked next door, and didn’t see any activity. No water or lawn toys in their yard, but I remembered the Collins kids were probably high school age, or older by now.

I walked down to the lake and dipped a toe in to gage the water temperature. Not too bad, but I assured myself that later into the evening, the water was sure to warm up.

As I walked back to my house, I heard the sharp sounds to two people yelling at each other.

“God damn it, Erika, can’t you do a fucking thing right, for once?”

“Just leave me alone, Thomas, or I’ll call the police!”

“You stupid cunt, try that and I’ll bury your sorry ass in the backyard,” he yelled, followed by what sounded like a slap.

I didn’t hesitate, and call the Snohomish County Sheriff’s department, reporting what I’d just heard.

Within ten minutes, I heard a Sheriff’s car pull up next door.

When the deputy entered the house, I could hear some talking, but couldn’t make out the words. I could hear Thomas Collins raising his voice, asking the cop who called this in.

“A concerned neighbor.”

With that, I saw this asshole come out on his back deck, look me in the eye and yell over for me to mind my fucking business.

“Mr. Collins, I believe the law says this deputy has to take one of you to jail for at least one night, and since Mrs. Collins didn’t hit you, your the one who is jail bound. Correct, deputy?”

He just nodded my way as he handcuffed this class A jerk, leading him away.

I stood in my yard, and within minutes, Erika came out onto the deck with a bag of frozen vegetables on her cheek.

“Do you need me to take you to the doctor?”

“No, thanks, this is nothing compared to what he’s done recently. That’s the reason for our divorce, two months ago.”

“If you need anything, I’ll be here for the next week, or so.”

Just as I was turning back to my house, she finally realized who I was.

“Oh my goodness, you’re Owen Landreau, aren’t you?”

I just nodded and smiled.

“Yes, and I’ve just passed the bar exam, and don’t start my new job until a week from next Monday. So I’m taking it easy for a few days.”

Going back into my house, I just wondered how much abuse it took for Mrs. Collins to finally stand up to this absolute jerk.

After dinner, and relaxing a bit, I decided it was time to see just how much warmer the water was.

Peeking next door, and seeing the back of the house completely dark, I took off my robe, and sprinted down the yard, into the water and started swimming out to our raft, about a hundred feet from the shore.

Climbing onto the raft, I stood looking out on the lake. With just a hint of sunlight left in the sky, I thought I was fairly safe doing this without a bathing suit on.

I’m not going to fool anyone into thinking I’m some sort of a muscle man, but at 6’3″ and right around 210 pounds, I’m nothing to scoff at. After playing baseball for ten years, my body was well defined, plus the water I just got out of, glistened on my moon lit body.

Turning around to see if anyone was looking my way, I didn’t see any lights, but I thought I detected some movement in the Collins house, next door.

I took a running start and dove back into the lake and swam ashore.

Getting out of the water, and picking up my towel, I noticed a very shocked Mrs. Collins standing on her deck, looking straight at me. Or, should I say looking right at my nearly eight inches of manhood, just twitching a bit, knowing it was being stared at.

Not being embarrassed in the slightest, I just continued my walk back to my house. I could kastamonu escort feel her eyes on my body the entire way back.

I just waved, and re-entered my house. Drying off, but not putting any clothes on, I decided to go back outside to see if she was still there.

Not seeing her, right away, I started doing some stretching exercises for my cool down routine. I also have to admit to doing a little showing off just in case Mrs. Collins was still looking.

She might be a fifty-ish year old mother of three, with an abusive ex husband, but she still might have some desires.

Doing my exercises, both facing her house, and facing away, I didn’t even bother to look any more.

Finishing up, and retreating back into my house, I just sat in the large chair in the living room, and turned on the TV.

Watching some mind numbing show, waiting for the late news to see if anything might pique my curiosity.

I took a quick peek outside, and saw a light on in the Collins kitchen. I walked out on the upper deck and noticed Mrs. Collins on her deck having a cigarette.

“Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold, without any clothes on, Owen?”

“Not really, and aren’t you worried about lung cancer, Mrs Collins?”

“Please, call me Erica, standing there with your, um, thing hanging down to your knees!”

“Come now, Erika, I’m not that big,” I replied with a mile wide grin.

“Do I take it, you like showing off, or is this just for shock value?”

“I don’t think of it as showing off, because I didn’t think I’d be having an audience, besides, I would have thought being married for as long as you were, plus having two sons, you had seen a penis, or two.”

“Show off! Good night Owen.”

Did I detect a little smirk?

Getting up in the morning, I did promise my parents I’d do some long needed yard work, that I did with a minimum of clothing.

When I finished mowing and trimming the yard, there was Erika standing on her deck, looking at me wiping my face with my shirt, ready to call it a day.

“Hey, show-off, didn’t want to get your ‘thing’ caught in the lawn mower?”

Smiling, I lowered the shorts I was wearing, showing her my ‘thing’ telling her she could see it better from my back yard.

Grinning back at me, she opened the nightgown she had on, showing just a little of one breast.

“Show off!” I yelled.

After my shower, I returned to my back yard, wearing just my flip-flops, and a huge smile.

Without glancing next door, I started doing some mild stretching.

Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed some movement, so I looked over the low fence separating our yards, and there was Erika looking straight at my cock.

“Like what you see?”

I guess my comment startled her, causing her to blush.

“Are you doing that to shock me?”

“Not really, I’m just comfortable exercising without any clothes on.”

Walking over to the fence, I noticed her glancing up and down, from my eyes to my cock, and back.

As I neared the fence, I noticed her eyes opening wider, the closer I got.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Landreau?” Paraphrasing the famous line from the movie, The Graduate.

“Do you want me to?”

“God, no, I have children your age!”

Walking right up to the fence, I leaned over and lightly kissed her on the forehead.

I couldn’t believe how that made her blush.

“Can I touch it?” she whispered.

“Yes, but be careful, it spits, if you rub it too much.”

I felt her soft hand lightly touch my flacid cock.

Staring at each other, I let out a soft hum, telling her it was OK with me if she kept rubbing.

As she rubbed a bit more, and it started hardening, I reached over and softly kissed her very warm lips.

When one of my hands touched her breast, through her nightgown, she jumped back, removing her hand from my now fully erect eight inches.

“I’m so sorry, Owen, please forgive me.”

As she started back into her house, I told her that I wasn’t sorry at all.

I stayed outside for a few more minutes, seeing her inside looking out at me. After a few more minutes, I went back inside.

I returned to my back yard with a big sign in all caps, reading: I’m sorry for embarrassing you, please let me make us both lunch.

I had no idea if she would show up or not. Since I had to eat, I had plenty of sandwich making things, chips and a variety of soft drinks.

As I brought all the fixings out to the table on my patio, I noticed her walking over to the fence, opening the gate, and sitting down at the table. I also paid attention to the lack of any comments about my state of undress.

“If there is anything you want on your sandwich that isn’t here, just ask and I’ll get it.”

She just smiled, and made herself a sandwich. Yes, she glanced at my crotch, a time or two, without comment.

We just talked, and out of the blue, she told me her ex-husband was out of jail, and she was fairly sure he wouldn’t bother kayseri escort her again.

“May I ask how long you were married?”

“Twenty-seven mostly good years. Its just been these past two years where everything I did was wrong. I gained too much weight. I spent too much money, and so on, and so on.”

By the time she was finished, she just had this look of defeat on her face.

“I hope you know that age is only a number that you can choose to ignore, if you want. And you are young enough to enjoy your life, again, if you choose.”

“Thank you for saying that, Owen, I truly mean it.”

I had her hands on mine, so I kissed the back of each on, causing a bit of a smile.

“If you want, I’m going swimming in about an hour, and you’re welcome to join me.”

As I ran and jumped into the lake, swimming out to the raft, carrying a towel in a waterproof bag, I climbed onto the raft and dried off.

Watching to see if I’d have company, I saw Erika walk down to the shore, wade in up to her waist and start swimming out to join me.

I noticed her bathing suit resembled one from the 1960’s, or even earlier.

Climbing onto the raft, I pulled a second towel out of my bag and handed it to her.

Yes. I was naked, but she seemed to be getting used to that being the norm.

I had two dry air mattresses, so we both laid on one, by ourselves, and just started to talk.

“Do you want me to rub some sunscreen on your back.”

“Can you do it without getting carried away?”

Smiling, I reached in my bag to get the bottle and told her to sit up facing away from me.

I knelt behind her, and spread some lotion in the palms of my hands.

She pulled her hair away from her neck and leaned over.

I again noticed the swimsuit she was wearing looked to be from long ago, but didn’t mention how unflattering it was.

Rubbing the lotion on her neck, and the top of her back, I thought I heard a nice humming noise.

I ventured down a bit farther on her back, but didn’t want to get her suit all messy.

Back up to her neck, and around to the front on her neck.

Down just a bit onto the top of her chest, and not hearing any protest, just to the tops of her breasts.

I heard her breath quicken just a bit, so I ventured a bit farther stopping just above her nipples.

“You can go just a little farther,” she whispered.

Adding just a little more lotion, I started back down her chest gently cupping one entire breast, feeling her nipple harden immediately.

As my other hand found its way to her other breast, she started panting as I rolled each nipple in my hands, while I nibbed at one ear lobe.

I slid the shoulders of her bathing suit down freeing both breasts, being cupped in my large hands.

Her body started shaking as she placed both hands on the floor of the raft to steady herself.

“Don’t worry Erika I won’t let you fall.”

Her nipples had grown to nearly an inch long, when I moved around taking one of them in my mouth, sucking on it very softly.

With the other breast in my hand, her entire body started shaking as her first orgasm wracked her body.

“Oh, my God, Owen, just hold me please.”

I moved our air mattresses together, and threw our towels on top of us, and just held her close to my body.

Yes, she put her suit back covering her breasts, and didn’t say anything about my semi-erect cock pressing against her body.

“Owen, I think I’d better go back to my house. Alone, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s OK with me, but I’m a little disappointed.”

“I’ve got a lot of thinking to do, mainly to do with what we just did. I hope you’ll understand.”

Standing up, and helping her up, I helped her down the ladder, back into the water and watched her swim ashore.

I stayed on the raft a little while longer as she disappeared back into her house.

After another half hour, I returned to my house.

I noticed a text on my phone from Erika asking me to give her some thinking time and space.

I texted her back that I would and apologized for anything I might have done to upset her.

All she texted back was, tomorrow would be another day.

By the time I had dinner, watched some TV, and went to bed, I wondered if I really fucked up, with my antics on my raft.

Getting up from a very restless nights sleep, I did the only thing I could think of to try and make things right.

I called a local florist and had them deliver a dozen long stem red roses, with a simple card saying, ‘I’m sorry’

By lunch time, not hearing a word, I set up my lunch in the yard, with more than enough for both of us. Just in case.

Just as I stared eating, I saw her walking across her yard, to the gate, and slowly walk into my yard.

Standing up, and holding out a chair for her, she gave me a weak smile, and commented that I was a bit over dressed.

I had my skimpiest Speedo on, and nothing else.

“I’m trying not to make you too uncomfortable, and I’ve realized that I might be overdoing things.”

Taking a few very deep breaths, she shocked me by taking off the robe she was wearing, showing me she was only wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties.

“Show off!”

“Stop it, please, and let’s talk, like sensible adults.”

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A short tale about about parcels?

Or maybe not.

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It was an evening like any other evening when I was away on business. After a pretty busy day seeing three or four clients, I’d booked into the hotel, one of my preferred ones, freshened up, had dinner and a few drinks and was back in my room.

It was then that I remembered that I hadn’t picked up the parcel that had been left for me in reception.

Damn it!

Didn’t know what was in it, but I guessed I had to go see even though it was late. So go see I did, but I never actually got there. I got to my door, opened it and even stepped out.

Then I stopped dead in my tracks, mouth gaping open, eyes goggling, hardly believing what was there before me.

She was bloody gorgeous.

She was slim and trim with a mess of red hair, and the most perfect pair of long slender legs that you could ever wish to see.

She had on a pair of sexy strippy-strappy high heels that may have bought her up to a full five foot seven or so.

She …

Well that was it really.

Other than those high heels the girl was totally naked!

I’d heard of such things and even watched a few videos, but never really expected to witness such a sight in real life, any more than the girl by the look of near panic on her face had been expecting to be caught doing it. She’d snapped her hands up into the classic ENF pose, one arm across her breasts and the other tucked down between those shapely legs hiding her bare pussy from me.

Not however, I have to add happily, before I’d glimpsed the treasures that she was then hiding from me. Short indeed, but very, very sweet.

What does one say?

Is there an etiquette that covers that situation?

‘Good evening miss. It’s a pleasant evening out,’ would hardly seem to suit the occasion, any more than ‘Nice pair of tits miss,” would. Would it?

For her part the girl, pretty as she was, wasn’t making my job any easier. She never uttered a word to me, simply stood there, desperately covering her nudity as she blushed furiously, looking as if she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. I was glad however that it didn’t!

“What’s going on?” was all I could manage. Not exactly very original in the circumstances, but one hell of a good excuse to keep her there for me to look at.

“It’s a dare,” she whispered, hardly audibly, not using a lot of decibels, but not offering any more information.

“Who dared you?” I asked. Couldn’t give a damn really, but more talking meant I could do more looking.

“Errr … My husband,” she croaked, looking past me hopefully, up the corridor that I was blocking. “He’s a bit like that.”

Now I consider myself a gentleman, and a gentleman would recognise the pretty young lady’s plight and would move aside to let her pass. A gentleman would no doubt avert his eyes when doing so. A gentleman might have even stepped back into his room and closed the door.

Then again, relatively few true, blue blood gentleman had ever been in the position that I’d found myself in, and besides … Well you know … She was so bloody gorgeous. Damn it; when they wrote the rules, attractive young women probably didn’t run around hotel corridors in the nude. I doubt if the sport was even thought about then.

No!

Gentleman or not, I was going to make the bloody most of it, and anyway her hand had slipped slightly, and a cheeky, little, pink, erect nipple was peeking out at me teasingly.

“Your husband dared elazığ escort you to do this,” I asked, amazed that any man would let a creature like her out of his sight clothed, never mind naked.

“Well … err … He’s a bit like that,” she repeated, fortunately not noticing that the majority of her left breast had by then slipped out from its captivity. “I really think I ought to be getting back to him.”

“Right!” I flustered, my gentlemanly side battling with my more basic emotions.

The gentlemanly side won.

I stepped to one side, reluctantly I have to say, but knowing that I’d feel the better for it.

Christ, if only I’d known quite how right I’d been.

“Thanks,” the girl mumbled, sliding carefully passed me with an embarrassed smile, and then the unthinkable happened!

Unthinkable?

Well only in a world of complete fiction could the timing have been so perfect.

Ding – Ding -Ding it went. She gasped out in fear, and even I turned round in that direction.

It was the lift, the elevator, whatever you want to call it, and the ding-ding was announcing its arrival at our floor and just twenty feet or so up the corridor from where we were standing.

“Oh shit,” cried the girl in anguish, realising with dread that her escape path was about to be invaded by whoever was about to emerge from the lift. Realising that she’d found herself in a somewhat unenvious position.

It was then perhaps that maybe my military training came to the fore. No, my six months in the sea scouts when I’d been fourteen hadn’t been wasted, even though they had thrown me out because I couldn’t swim.

“Run!” I shouted.

“Bugger that,” she squealed, shoving me bodily out of the way and darting past me into the safety of my bedroom, without so much as asking my permission. I guess she was only twenty or thereabouts, and they simply don’t have the manners that they used to.

“Good evening,” I greeted the two middle-aged businessmen who emerged from the lift as they strolled by me on the way to their rooms, totally oblivious to the wondrous wonders that they had missed.

“Good night,” they answered back in unison, no doubt wondering why I was stood there, statue like, with a very silly grin on my face.

—

Logically, by the time I got back into my room, the girl would have ‘borrowed’ one of my shirts, a dressing gown, or even a towel from the bathroom.

Logically, she would have inform me, albeit with some embarrassment, that she was hurrying back to hubby and would return my shirt or whatever in the morning.

Logically, I would probably never have seen my shirt again!

But this is a story and this is the mighty, world famous Literotica, so we have to report the truth!

“That was close,” she greeted me with, stood there leaning against the wardrobe, one hand still modestly protecting the sweet heaven between her legs, but the other casually twirling a loose twist of her lustrous red hair.

Jesus! The knockers on her!

What I mean to say was of course, that she, the girl that is, had a pair of the most beautiful pert breasts, pointing out at me challengingly, and bouncing away merrily as she giggled at my reaction.

“Fancy a drink?” I demanded, I thought pretty coolly, praying that there’d be a drinks fridge hidden away somewhere in the room.

“I’d love one,” she grinned back at me, cheekily and deliberately inching her hand away from her delicious snatch, and completing my dream as I observed erzincan escort that she was completely shaved down there. “But I really need to get back. My husband will be going mad with worry.”

“Serves him right,” seemed to be appropriate.

“Probably,” she agreed. “But I really ought to be going.”

“Do you want to borrow a shirt or something,” I offered, remembering my manners.

“It’s Ok,” she replied smiling. “I’m only six or seven doors down the corridor. I think I’ll be OK.”

“I guess so,” I sighed, opening the door for her, somewhat reluctantly.

“Can you just check there’s nobody around please?” Not an unreasonable request.

“Coast is clear,” I reported, looking out, both ways, shuddering as the girl slipped past me, an expance of soft, pliable, bare flesh brushing up against my arm. I could have moved my arm out of the way but I didn’t. Then again, maybe she could have quite easily have avoided it.

“Bye lovely lady,” I whispered huskily, hating the fact that she was leaving, but loving the fact that all her shyness had disappeared, as she stood there in the corridor, any attempt to cover up her beautiful naked body a thing of the past. It was a sight that would remain etched in my mind for eternity.

“Can I ask you just one more favour please kind sir?” She asked nervously, her lovely green eyes staring at me uncertainly.

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice.

“Could you … That is would you mind …”

“Yes. Could I what?” I encouraged her, my heart beating.

“Would you walk me back to my room please,” she pleaded, now avoiding my eye, as if she’d asked for something outrageous. “I’d feel safer if you were with me.”

Well!

A gentleman, military training and British to boot, so of course I would. “I’d be pleased to.”

So taking her arm, the first time I’d really touched her, I escorted the damsel slowly down the corridor hoping as we passed each door that it wouldn’t be the next one, the tap-tap of her high heels on the tiled floor, strangely erotic, the sway of her naked breast as she walked evidently even more so.

“Thank you kind sir,” she pouted, stopping at a door, far too soon for my liking, and recovering a key card, mysteriously wedged into the gap between the door and the frame. Funny that!

“No problem,” came the obvious answer, already infuriatingly jealous of the husband that she was going back to, and for the first time taking in quite what a beautiful face she had. Big bright green eyes to contrast with her hair, cute little nose, and a mouth oh so, so kissable.

Maybe she read my mind.

“I think you deserve a reward for being such a gentleman,” the girl offered. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Would I mind?

Is the Pope a Catholic?

Is it hot in Saudi Arabia?

Was the Titanic really unsinkable?

Does it rain a lot in Ireland?

Was Einstein a genius?

Is the Arsenal the best football team in the world?

All silly questions of course, and she didn’t actually wait for an answer, turning towards me and throwing her arms round my neck, the feel of her bare breasts against my chest only eclipsed by the touch of her soft lips against mine.

The feel of her bare back in my hands as I wrapped my arms round her was unbelievable, like no woman I’d ever felt before. The swell of her bottom simply too inviting to resist, and who knows where it would have gone from there?

Ding-Ding!

Shit and damn it!

Bloody erzurum escort damn lift.

Abso-bleeding-lutely un-bloody- believable.

“I’ve got to go,” my Goddess whispered, and my dream slipped slowly out of my arms; a last smile from her, a last glimpse of that wonderful body and those bouncy tits as she pushed open the door and disappeared.

“Good evening,” the guy from the lift grinned at me as I stood there, pretending to be trying to make my key card work.

“Good night,” I grunted back, unhappily.

End of the dream!

—

The next day was to say the least a bit of an anti climax, and I didn’t truly give my clients the attention they deserved. I didn’t even know the girl’s name, but couldn’t get her out of my mind. Perhaps not surprising really. You don’t get many of them to the pound.

The day came to an end and carried on much as normal, ending with a few drinks with a client before I retired to my room. At last an opportunity to relax and try to relive my memory the events of the previous night.

Dring-Dring. Dring- Dring.

No not the lift damn it. Concentrate will you! This one was the phone; it had an ‘r’ in it and was completely different.

Dring-Dring.

“Hello.” That was me.

“It’s Carol.”

“Carol who?” I replied, not knowing any Carols unless you counted ‘Silent Night’ or maybe ‘Away in a manger’, and I didn’t honestly know all the words to them.

“Carol from last night,” came the reply and that had my immediate attention.

“Yes,” I answered cautiously.

“I was just sitting here in my room and thinking about last night,” she, Carol, told me.

“I haven’t thought about much else all day,” I responded, a steel like band tightening round my chest.

“I was wondering if I could pop down and see you.”

“Another of your husband’s ideas?” I asked, though I was by no means averse to the idea.

“There is no husband. I’m not married.”

“What!” I exclaimed.

“Automatic response,” Carol explained. “It frightened the life out of me when you confronted me like that and I just said the first thing that came into my mind.”

“So how did you come to be wandering about the hotel in the nude?”

“Why not?” She giggled girlishly. “It’s fun, daring, exciting, sometimes frightening. It’s something I like doing. I love the feeling of wandering about in the nude when I shouldn’t be, and the thrill that I might be caught.”

“You got caught last night,” I reminded her.

“You enjoyed it?”

“You bet your life I did,” I laughed, wondering where this was leading to, my imagination running riot.

“Fancy doing it again?” Carol asked nervously, just about blowing my mind.

“In the corridor like last night?”

“In the corridor, in the lift, out in the car park or wherever. If you’re there with me then I could be a lot more daring.”

“How daring?”

“Try me,” she laughed deliciously. “I understand the embankment isn’t very busy at this time of night and I’m all ready and naked and excited.”

Bloody hell!

“High heels?”

“Never go out without them,” she giggled. “But that’s all.”

“I’ll come and get you,” I gasped, leaping from my chair.

“Too late,” Carol chuckled, and there was a loud knock on my door.

Double bloody hell!

—

That night was memorable as has been the three months since, as Carol lived out her incredible fantasies, as indeed did I . We, or should I say she got caught out a couple of times, but then again it’s not easy trying to hide a naked woman in a busy pub, even when you’ve found a discrete corner.

The only problem was that I never did pick up the parcel that was left for me, so still have no idea what was in it.

Can’t have everything but I’m not complaining!

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An almost supernatural awareness made Ross look up from his Kindle to the door of the pub. There was no reason for him to do so, it was a quiet mid-afternoon on a Saturday and the premises were in the lull between lunch and the early evening arrivals. And yet his gaze was riveted to the entrance and his stomach was clenched tight.

Through the frosted glass of the door he saw a familiar figure pause, a hand raised to the finger plate. He unconsciously leaned forward, waiting for them to make their move, a feeling of dread settling in his gut as their indecision stretched out. Setting down the kindle, he was starting to rise to his feet when the door was pushed open and Marisa walked in.

Letting his breath out in a long sigh, he got to his feet and held his hands out to her in greeting as she crossed the almost empty room to him. Flipping her hands over, he placed a quick kiss to the inside of each of her wrists before he released her and sat down.

“You look lovely,” he said with a smile as she flustered over making herself comfortable, her cheeks flaming red at his welcome.

“This old thing?” she asked then cringed at the tired line. “It was the only thing I had ironed after I unpacked,” she admitted.

“I remember the days,” Ross agreed as he flashed a smile. “I think I spent the years from eighteen through to about thirty wearing creases.”

“What happened at thirty?” Marisa asked.

“I was making enough to hire a housekeeper,” he said ruefully. “You think I am normally capable of turning myself out this smartly?”

Raising her embarrassed gaze, Marisa ran a critical eye from top to toe taking in the immaculately ironed shirt and the pressed chinos. “I can’t even turn myself out like that,” she commented mildly. “You must be able to afford quite a housekeeper.”

Ross chuckled as he nodded to the barman. “I pay more than the going rate and give her free rein on my property when I am away. I suspect there are some interesting parties taking place in my absence.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. Looking up as the barman set a soft drink down in front of her, she frowned at the glass then at the barman’s retreating back. “Since when did they do waiting on in this place?”

“Since I pre-tipped him a tonne to do so while it’s quiet,” Ross said dryly.

Marisa felt her cheeks heat. “There’s no need to flash your money around me,” she said tightly.

Ross steadied his green gaze on her and held it for several seconds beyond the comfort level. “I’m not,” he finally said. “I work hard all week to make money, so at the weekends I make it my business to be idle. And if tipping someone well means I don’t have to keep running to the bar then I’ll do it.”

She looked down at her fingers knotted in her lap for a moment out of sheer embarrassment. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“None taken.” Ross waved the moment away with a grin. “I like that you stood up like that. It’s a refreshing change.”

“From what?” she asked, her mouth running ahead of her mortified brain.

“Gold diggers.” Flicking open the menu, he studied it closely whilst keeping an eye on her. Her face was flamed with embarrassment as her thoughts flashed across her eyes. As far as he was concerned she had not put her foot in it; he appreciated her honesty and independence. But right now she felt humiliated and was likely to make her excuses and leave if he allowed it. “Now, I believe it is your turn to buy me lunch.”

“I really should be going,” she said quickly, her whole body language showing the desire to flee from her faux pas.

“I’m not letting you,” he said easily as he turned his attention to the second page. “If you think I am letting you run away because of an honest comment then you haven’t worked me out, lassie. I prefer honesty. I think I’ll have a light ploughman’s. You?”

Staring at him, Marisa tried to decide if he was being honest with her or just tormenting her for his own amusement. His clear green eyes held hers as she studied him closely. There was nothing but honesty and patience looking back at her, so she eventually sighed and reached for a menu. Flicking through it, she settled on a light pasta dish. She needed carbs after the last 24 hours.

“Can I filch some garlic bread?” he asked after the barman took their order.

“Depends how much I get,” she answered, a small attempt at humour turning up the corners of her mouth.

Flashing a warm smile, Ross was satisfied to see her blush again, but not from embarrassment this time. It was good to study her in daylight. The previous evening the restaurant had been ambient lighting, and the hotel was quite a soft light. Yes, she looked a lot younger than she said she was, apart from those very fine lines at the corner of her eyes. Her eyes were fascinating, he hadn’t decided last night if they were blue or green, but now he bursa escort could see they were both. Lines of each colour bleeding into one another as a ring of gold flecks around the iris glittered as it caught the light.

“Have I got something on my nose?” she suddenly asked.

“What?” He laughed self-consciously and shrugged. “Sorry, I was just getting a good look at you. The light last night was not really conducive. And neither was my attention span,” he added ruefully.

Marisa blushed at his candid comment. Fiddling with the paper napkin on the table, she pointedly put it down and raised her chin. Meeting his gaze, she took a deep breath. “Why did you meet me for lunch?”

“Why not?”

“I need to know,” Marisa said quietly. “Last night was a one night stand wasn’t it? So why are you here?”

“The same reason you texted me,” Ross said quietly. Glancing up as the barman set several plates on the table, he waited until he was out of earshot again. “Did last night feel like a one off to you?”

Marisa thought about it as she played with her food. “No,” she finally admitted.

“It didn’t to me either,” Ross answered. Carefully slicing the meat on his plate, he looked up at her as he waited for her to digest the implications. She was thoughtful as she picked at her food, slanting questioning glances at him as they ate. “Do you understand what I am saying lass?” he finally asked.

Marisa nodded as she resumed picking at her food. “You want more than a one night stand. A relationship?” she added tentatively.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “If it works that way for both of us.”

“I’m not very good at relationships,” she sighed. Picking up the garlic bread, she tore a chunk off and chewed on it, thoughtlessly sucking the warm juice from her fingers as she stared into the distance. “I’ve been accused of being too old fashioned in the past.”

“Which eejit said that?” Ross asked, his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline in surprise.

Marisa shrugged and ate another piece of bread. “Just an Ex,” she dismissed.

“So what did he actually object to?” Ross asked, digging for further information.

Marisa glanced at him before pinning her gaze to a nearby print on the wall. “He didn’t like that I wanted monogamy, decent treatment and communication beyond ‘I want a shag’.”

“Ahh.” Ross nodded slowly. “He was a moron; that’s what I actually look for in a lady.”

Marisa snorted with laughter. “Then look elsewhere as I am not a lady,” she chided.

“You are to me,” he declared, raising his glass in a mock toast. “I want monogamy, until one or both of us is bored and walks away. I want honesty, communication and above all trust in each other. Do you want that?”

Marisa thought over the offer as she swiped the garlic bread through the creamy sauce of her pasta. Chewing slowly, she kept her gaze on the ceiling as she thought over the honest offer. “Alright,” she finally agreed as she dropped her gaze down to meet his. “I’m willing to give it a try. If you think you know what you are letting yourself in for.”

Ross’ eyes glittered at the challenge. “And what would that statement mean lassie?”

Marisa picked up her drink and offered a mock toast. “Just that I am not considered…normal.”

“I think I knew that after last night,” he teased, being rewarded with a quick blush. For all her bravado and show, he knew underneath it all this was entirely virgin territory to her. “Do you have any plans for this afternoon?”

Marisa shrugged in reply as she sat back and propped her feet up on a nearby stool.

“Excellent.” He drained his glass and picked up his jacket. “Would you fancy a walk with me?” Marisa waggled her heel clad feet at him and raised her eyebrows. “Do you live far?”

“Five minutes totter,” she conceded.

“Good,” he said as he stood up and swung the jacket on. “I’ll run you home and wait while you change your shoes. We aren’t going far.”

Kicking off the heels, Marisa dug around in the bottom of the wardrobe to find her long neglected hiking boots. They’d been used twice and then unceremoniously shoved in the back of the closet when that particular boyfriend had cheated. Part of her felt guilty at turning her back on the pastime as she actually loved to walk, but she didn’t feel confident hawking off alone into god knew where.

Pulling out a pair of thick fluffy socks, she dragged them on then quickly laced up the boots. Experimentally wiggling her toes, she rocked back and forth on her heels as she got a feel for the chunky footwear. They were damned comfortable, and if she didn’t work in an office would be tempted to wear them all the time.

Snatching up a jacket as she left the bedroom, she sprinted through the flat to the front door. Catching herself, she leaned her forehead against the cool wood and caught her breathe. She was running around like a giddy schoolgirl with her first boyfriend. She couldn’t believe her luck, but she could feel that hard cold knot of fear in the pit of her stomach, nagging away that this çanakkale escort wouldn’t last long.

Taking a deep breathe, she yanked the door open and stepped out before the fear overwhelmed her. Locking the door, she turned to the kerb and practically skipped down the little pathway to where Ross waited in the Mercedes, his seat tilted back and his eyes closed.

Pulling open the door, she slipped in to the racing seat, the warm leather enveloping her. As she clicked the seatbelt into the lock she relaxed under the jazz music that was playing from the state of the art sound system.

“That’s nice,” she commented as Ross tilted his seat back up and reached for the start button. “Who is it?”

“Madelaine Peyroux,” he said with a flash of a smile. “A question.”

“Go on.”

“Do you like trains?”

“I prefer men,” she quipped.

“Very droll,” he muttered. “You should be on the stage lass. What I meant was I’ve always wanted to visit the local steam train museum, and you seem to me the canny type who’d like it as much as me.”

Marisa laughed as she leaned her arm on the door frame and turned her head to look at him. “If we’re talking getting down and dirty with a steam engine, then I’m always game.”

Looking at her sharply, Ross’ green eyes glittered with heat. “Down and dirty is it?” he asked as the Mercedes cruised down the quiet residential street. “Oh I think I can manage that alright.”

Laughing at her mock scandalised loo, he coasted through the estate until he reached the main road. Turning into the flow of traffic, he flexed long fingers on the wheel and looked out of the corner of his eye at her. She was staring up out of the window, those fascinating eyes of hers taking in everything around. Again she held that hint of the child in her face, fascinated and excited about everything she was seeing and about to do. He loved it; loved the way her whole face lit up at such simple things. He’d never thought he’d be able to romance a woman with the offer of seeing a steam loco.

Smiling to himself, he turned in to the carpark for the museum and parked a little way from the rest of the vehicles. “Some bastard always manages to ‘accidentally’ scratch the car,” he commented at her questioning look. “Come on lass, or the trains might run away.”

Laughing at his lame joke, Marisa climbed out and stretched her back. There was a distinct autumnal chill in the air, catching the back of her throat as she dragged her coat fastened and shoved her hands into the pockets.

“Jesus when did it get so cold?” she asked as she hunched up.

“It was bloody freezing last night,” Ross said mildly as he wrapped an arm about her shoulders and pulled her into his side for warmth. “However, I believe neither of us was in the mood to notice such a wee detail.”

“Neither were you,” she complained as she punched him in the ribs.

“Sadism is it?” Turning quickly he caught her and began to tickle until she was shrieking with laughter. “Remember lassie, us Scots were never ones to back down from a fight.”

“And neither are the English,” she answered then dove under his arm and proceeded to attack him in the same way.

Skittering back from her, Ross was laughing too hard to speak. Catching her hands, he held her at arm’s length as they both got their breath back. “I see you are as dishonourable as they come,” he managed between breaths. “I shall have to keep a close eye on you, ye ken”?

“Ye ken?” She raised her eyebrows as she tugged her coat straight. “Do ye barbie too?”

“Ye’re a cruel woman,” he drawled, thickening his accent to the point it was all rolls and burr.

“Very sexy,” she laughed. Snuggling back into the curve of his arm, they cross the car park and into the small ticket hall. All around old railway posters and cast iron notices pinned to the walls advertised long neglected lines and disregarded holiday destinations. Looking up at an Art Deco poster, she turned her head as Ross joined her, folding his change into his wallet as he did so. “Do you like Deco?”

He glanced up at the poster and his eyes narrowed. “It depends on what type of Deco it is,” he commented. “I like the stylised such as this, but the full on geometric leaves me cold. I’d rather have art nouveau.”

“It’s more sensuous,” Marisa said without thinking, then blushed as Ross looked down at her with raised eyebrows. “You know what I mean!”

“Aye lassie, I do,” he chuckled. “Come on, let’s go find you a choo choo to play with.”

“How old do you think I am?” she asked with mock seriousness.

“About five I think,” he answered. Pushing open heavy glass doors, they stepped out into the cool autumn air of the museum. In front of them an old station platform stretched to either side, tubs of fading flowers hanging on grimly as summer faded. White framed windows glittering in the sun as an engine idled nearby. The strong scent of coal smoke and hot steam filled the air as the engine was stoked, a gentle stream of excess steam clouding the wheels.

“Ooooh I want çankırı escort one,” Marisa breathed as she looked from the front of the boiler down to the end of the last carriage.

“Make that about three,” Ross said dryly. “Do you want to take a ride now or later?”

Marisa looked around, taking in the standing stock further away, the old engine sheds and the signal box. “Is it running later?”

Ross turned, unconsciously hanging on to her hand as he checked a timetable pinned to a board. “There’s another run in an hour.”

“Can we take that one?” she asked. Looking down, she laced her fingers through his as she stroked her thumb against his. “I want to look around first.”

“Aye, I suppose so,” he agreed. Wrapping an arm about her waist, he tugged her against his side and grinned at her little gasp. “I’m old, the cold is going to my bones.”

“Bullshit,” she drawled. Snuggling in to his side, she wrapped her arm about his waist in turn and enjoyed the feel of his hip as it touched hers. Wandering along the platform, she didn’t know whether to investigate the old Pullman carriages, or to duck into the waiting room and ticket office to enjoy the atmosphere.

“Shall we take a gander around the rolling stock?” Ross looked down the tracks where a fenced path ran for visitors to wander. It was empty with today’s punters choosing to take a ride down the tracks rather than spend time out in the cool air. “Always wanted to do it as a kid but never got the chance.”

“Why not?” she asked. Resting her hand low on the back of his hip, Marisa took great delight in letting it slide down to skim over the curve of his buttocks.

Jumping forward at the sudden exploration, Ross actually blushed. Stopping her on the path, he pulled her around and into his arms. Dropping his head, he caught her in a kiss, his hands cupping her arse as he pulled her up against him. Tongues entwining, he groaned into her mouth and pulled her tight to his body so she could be in no doubt of the way he was already hardening for her.

Marisa moaned softly. Catching his tongue between her teeth, she grinned up into his widening eyes. Pulling him back into a passionate kiss, she dug her fingers into his backside and yanked him forward against her torso.

“Jesus lass.” Resting his forehead on hers, Ross struggled to slow his breathing and get his body under control.

“I need you now,” she said softly, her eyes closed as she breathed deeply and evenly.

“We need to head back to yours.” Placing a series of kisses across her face, Ross caught her between his hands and placed a long, slow kiss on her lips.

“I don’t have time,” Marisa said quietly. Stepping back form him, she took his hand and dragged him along the path.

“Lass, I need to take you to bed, not go pissing about around old carriages,” Ross said angrily as he was forcefully pulled further from the exit.

Stopping on the path, Marisa turned on him with a grin and sparkle in her eyes. “We’re alone, there are lots of old carriages and trailers, and I am more than willing to have sex here.” She brushed hair from her face and widened her grin. “Unless you are too scared?”

Catching her cheek in the palm of his hand, Ross stroked a thumb over her cheek as he slowly smiled. “I’m more willing than even you can guess lass.” Kissing her fingers, he waved her on. “Though I suggest you are quick about finding somewhere before I lose interest.”

Stopping suddenly so he walked into the back of her, Marisa reached behind to stroke her fingers over his crotch. “Really losing interest?”

“Not quite yet.” Kissing the back of her neck, Ross reached around to cup her breasts through her coat. Pressing up against her, he nibbled under her ear as he slipped a hand down and into the front of her trousers. Finding his way down to the wet heat that was already building, he slid a finger in and stroked. Smiling at her gasp, he held her tight so she couldn’t pull away for a few minutes until he had begun to build the same level of arousal in her as he felt himself.

“Bastard,” she hissed as he finally released her. Dragging her fingers through her hair, she grinned as he chuckled. “Come on, let’s find a corner.”

“More like a nook,” he drawled. Glancing back along the path, he waited until no one was looking their way then clambered over the fence. Helping her over, he caught her in a quick kiss then released her. Looking around at the dilapidated wagons and carriages stood waiting for rescue, he began to wind his way through the lines.

Running up behind him, Marisa grabbed him around the waist and spun him before she sprinted off, her laughter filling the air. Shaking his head, Ross turned several corners before her found the old Pullman carriage, its windows grimy and its paintwork peeling.

Walking its length, he reached up to try the handle and grunted in satisfaction as the door swung open. Getting the toe of his boot into the frame, he heaved himself up, banging his knee in the process. Rubbing away the pain, he moved so he could look down the corridor, sliding doors pushed closed over the individual cabins. Dust motes hung in the air, highlighted by the autumn sun fighting its way through the dirt smeared glass. Despite the age and neglect, the carriage was dry and considerably warmer than outside.

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This is my entry for the Summer Lovin’ Story Contest 2023. Thanks to SirHugs for the title suggestion which was enough to start the imagination.

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“Hi Dad, watcha doing with the Y-block?”

Mick smiled at his daughter’s voice behind him. “Hi Poppy. You’re the whiz-bang mechanic. You tell me.”

Sarah leaned over her dad’s shoulder and looked at the freshly honed bores. Frowning, she picked up a vernier calliper and carefully measured the hole. Straightening up, she said, “Looks like a sixty thou overbore on a 272, and with those aluminium heads over on the bench I’d say someone’s getting a nice engine for Christmas. You checking the hone marks?”

“Yep. And got it in one. Old Nev’s finally decided to do up his Customline. You remember Nev?”

Sarah nodded. “He’s got that ’58 with the Ford-o-matic. His dad bought it new, then gave it to him back in the 70s. Wasn’t that one of your first rebuilds? Nice car, but it was blowing more smoke than Puffing Billy.”

“That’s it. While the engine’s out, he wanted to warm it up a bit, put in a C4, disc brakes, power steering and some suspension.”

“A repaint? And why not take it out to a 292? Should be enough meat in the block.”

“Nah. Keeping the slightly weathered look, and he just wants it nicer to drive for him and his grandkids. He reckons he’s too old for drag racing.”

“Fair enough. That’ll be a nice ride. Glad he’s not going to paint it. It’s got character.”

“True. Not many around with the original red and white tricolour paint job. Anyway,” Mick said, turning off the torch he had been using to examine the engine and waved her towards the tearoom, “Cuppa?”

“Yes please, but I’m intrigued why you asked me here, all mysterious like.”

“Yeah. About that…” Mick made them both a mug of coffee and sat at the table.

Sarah was nervous. Whatever he wanted, it had to be big. It was rare that he ever made coffee for anyone, and it usually preceded bad news. She sat and took a sip of the awful instant coffee that had been a staple of her dad’s workshop as long as she could remember.

“I’ve decided to sell this place and move.”

Sarah looked over her mug and raised her eyebrows. This was big news. Her dad had been adamant he would never sell his shed, his happy place. “Oh? Didn’t expect that. Why?”

Mick shrugged. “A developer offered me a silly amount of cash, plus a big discount on a factory he’s building about five minutes away. I know he’s been talking to the others in the area, so I reckon he’s trying to buy everything around here for a big development. Seeming you’ve decided to become a mechanical engineer and not take over the business, I might as well move to somewhere less breezy in winter. Anyway, the new place is about the same floor area but no room out the back to store vehicles…”

“Junk. And I want to work for a Supercars team.” Sarah corrected.

“Spares. I know. Don’t blame you. I would too, given half a chance.”

“Junk. Not having room for your so-called spares isn’t a bad thing. The rest sounds good. What’s the catch?”

“Well, there’s something else. Not really a catch though. We have to move by Christmas, and Bob’s going to retire at the same time.”

Sarah slowly lowered her mug. “You’re kidding. Retiring? Seriously? Wow. That’s no good. The place won’t be the same without him.”

“Geez, I thought having to move would be upsetting, not Bob going.”

“But I like Bob. He’s practically family. He taught me how to soup up my first go kart, and how to drive it properly. You’re not really going anywhere.”

“Hmph. Thanks kiddo, that makes me feel soooo wonderful.”

Sarah poked out her tongue and blew her dad a raspberry. “Oh, you know I love you. Wow, that is some huge news. So are you having a farewell party for Bob and this place?”

“Guess so. Haven’t really thought about it.” He sat back and scratched his head. “I suppose we can set up the barbie out the back, invite a few of his friends and our best customers over, crack a few beers and spin some yarns.”

“Yeah, Bob loves telling a story.” Sarah looked around. “Speaking of Bob, where is he?”

“Gone to look at a new car transporter. He plans to travel around race tracks either as a volunteer scrutineer or racing in super sedans. Should be back in an hour or so.”

Sarah laughed. “He started on the racetrack, he’ll end on the racetrack. Hmm, maybe that could be the theme for the barbie. Get together some old race car bits for display, maybe run some videos on the tele.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Bob loves talking about his time at the track.” Mick swirled his coffee around his old enamel mug. “Look, I’m going to be busy getting things in order here. Could I please leave that to you? If you don’t mind?”

“Yeah, I suppose so. I’ll have a chat to Bob and try to pull some stories out of him. Not that he needs much prodding.”

“True. Tell you what, he’s got some stories he’ll never have told you before. bayburt escort See if you can pull those out. They’ll make your hair curl.”

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“Can’t believe you’re retiring. How long have you been with Dad? As long as I’ve been alive.”

Bob nodded and tapped the ash from his cigarette into an upturned piston. “Started in ’93. You came along in what, ’95?”

“Close, early ’96.”

“There you go. Twenty seven years old. Where’s the time gone?”

“Well, for me, go karts, Formula Fords, then uni. What about you?”

“Oh, this and that. Nothing special, just the odd job here and there until I figured your dad needed some serious help running this joint.” Bob took a deep draw from his smoke and tried to stifle a cough. “Bloody hell, that’s getting annoying.”

“Must have been more than the odd job, looking at some of the photos above your workbench. Plus, you really knew how to wring the most out of my FF. Look,” she said, trying to get past his shell, “you’ve been here forever but I don’t really know much about you pre-here and now you’re going. You’re a big part of my family, Unca Bobs. I really want to know what cool and stupid things you’ve done in the past and what’s your plan for retirement. Dad said you plan to follow the Super Sedan circuit. If that’s true, I want to meet up now and then.”

Bob sighed and ground his butt into the piston. “Fair enough, I guess. I just don’t think my past is all that interesting. Grew up on a farm outside Yackandandah, tinkered with old junked cars, got a job with the local mechanic. Not really any apprenticeships in those days, you just dug in and did things. Bounced around from place to place, and managed to get some work with race outfits.” He lit another smoke, then started a deep, hacking cough. “Fuck… Oh, sorry Sarah.”

She waved away his concern about his language. “I’m a big girl Bob. Nothing I haven’t heard before, but are sure you’re alright? That’s a wicked cough.”

“Actually, don’t tell anyone, especially your dad. Not yet. I don’t want to put this on you, but I have to let someone know just in case things go really pear shaped.” He held up his cigarette by the filter. “These aren’t called cancer sticks for nothing.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. That’s pretty much what I said.”

“Bad?”

“Is there a good version?”

“No, I guess not. I’m sorry Bob. I… Umm, sorry.”

He shrugged and butted out his smoke. “Thanks. Look, it’s fine. It’s a shit way to go, but I’ve had a hell of a good life so far, and I plan to make the most of the rest. Your dad selling up just gave me the shove I needed. Anyway,” he said with a sigh, “sad to say, but I’ve still outlived a lot of people better than me in this game who’ve died far too young off the track. Sabine Schmitz – great driver, and I wouldn’t have minded taking her out for a spin if you don’t mind me saying, Graham Hill – airplane crash of all things, James Hunt – best driver I’ve ever met, Garrie Cooper – that guy was a bloody brilliant designer. Wasted in Adelaide. Probably others, but I forget. Getting old.”

Sarah slowly nodded, then stopped. She stared at Bob. “Hang on. Did you say you met James Hunt? The F1 driver James Hunt? The James Hunt from the movie ‘Rush’ James Hunt? Hunt the Shunt, Hunt?”

“That’s him. For a Pom, he was ok. Couldn’t believe it when I heard he’d died of a heart attack. I was sure it would have been syphilis.”

“But… Where? How? I mean, did you do a trip to Europe or something?”

“Yeah, nah, nothing so exciting. I was working with Elfin back in ’78 and some joker at Winton decided it would be a good idea to throw a bucket load of money at him to drive at a F5000 race there. They asked us to provide a competitive car and the pit crew. I was lucky enough to go along.”

“Why is this the first time I’ve heard of this? I’ve heard all sorts of stories from you, but you forgot to mention you crewed for a legend of the F1 world?” Sarah exclaimed. “Wow. That’s awesome. What was he like?”

Bob stood to make himself a coffee. “You want one?”

Sarah shook her head.

“As a driver, brilliant. He drove that thing beautifully and each time he pitted after a test lap, he gave us crystal clear instructions on what we needed to do to improve the car. He blitzed the field, and the car came back like it had never touched the track.”

“And what about his… partying? He was pretty wild, from what the movie said.”

“Oh, you have no idea. He was something else. I mean, he had the looks, the attitude, charisma in buckets. Women just flocked to him. His son reckons he slept with around five thousand women. That’s just staggering and completely believable. I don’t know where he got the time or energy.” Bob chuckled and smiled at the memory. “He was pretty generous too. He made sure we were all looked after, on and off the track. Reckoned we made him look good. It was bullshit, but it made us feel pretty special. He could have won Winton racing a billy cart.”

“Wish bilecik escort I could have seen that race. Winton’s tricky enough in my Ford. How he managed to push a five litre monster around the old short track would have been something to see. And having the chance to talk to him. That would have been amazing.”

“Yeah, he was very happy to chat about race craft, but believe me after five minutes you would not have been talking about tyre pressures. He just had that effect on women.”

“I’m not some starry eyed track slut. I’m sure I would have been able to keep it professional.”

“Language… And I doubt it.” Bob took a sip of coffee and weighed up his next words. “Look, I suppose you’re old enough for me to be a bit rougher with my stories, and you’ve hung around the tracks so there’s nothing I’m going to say that should shock you. You being a racer is precisely why after five minutes you would have been naked in the back of his limo getting it on with James. It happened more than once and with more than one at a time. I watched it. Couldn’t believe it. Grid girls, track marshalls, spectators, anyone under thirty and pretty was fair game for him.”

“Anyway, I still doubt I’d do that but I guess we’ll never know. That sort of thing just wouldn’t happen nowadays.”

“True. Now drivers are all drinking their protein shakes, running marathons and going to sleep by ten instead of giving a protein shot, horizontal dancing and partying all night.” Bob looked past Sarah, a wistful look on his face. “Things had to change, and we had some good end of season do’s, but the one after that Winton race was something else.”

“What, at the track? Or in Benalla? Can’t see James kicking on at the Farmers Arms.”

That made Bob laugh. “Yeah, although as long as there was women and grog, I think he would have been happy anywhere. No, he went back to Melbourne after he signed a few autographs, shook some hands and took care of some of that other business. Thing was, he invited us all back to his hotel to party on there.”

“Really? That was nice of him.”

“Yeah, but I think it was an act of self preservation. He had a suite in the old Southern Cross hotel, and when we got there, it was packed. He’d asked us to roll up in our white overalls and when the four of us arrived, he pointed us out and said we were the best crew he’d ever had, and he would be grateful to anyone who’d show us a good time.”

“You’re kidding. And?”

“We were swamped. We didn’t know what hit us. Like, none of us were, umm, unpractised, but we normally had to work at getting something happening. Suddenly, I think it was like eight, maybe ten women launched themselves at us. Scared me shitless. Didn’t know what was happening.”

Sarah burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s funny. Four tough mechanics frightened by a bunch of horny women.”

“If I may be a bit blunt, what would you think if a bunch of horny guys came rampaging towards you wanting just one thing? Those women were feral. Gorgeous, but completely off the chain. Anyway, James had rented a couple of extra rooms, so we headed off for a very, very good time.” Bob sipped his coffee and smiled at Sarah. “Never told anyone that, not even your dad. Bloody hell, what a night. Just when I thought I was done, another bird would come along and charge me back up, then I’d be off to the races again.”

“Sorry for poking fun at you Bob. I see your point, but it was a funny image. Very Benny Hill-ish. Four mechanics being chased down a hall by a bunch of scantily clad women to that theme tune.”

“Yeah, guess that would seem pretty funny. Anyway, a very good night was had by all and I doubt I’ll ever see anything like that again. More’s the pity. Nevermind.” Bob finished his coffee and stood. “Well, kiddo, thanks for the chat. I’d better talk to your dad and see what he wants to do about my old workbench. Can’t see him wanting to lug that lump of firewood to the new joint.”

“No worries Bob. And thanks for being up front with me. About everything. I’ll keep it quiet until you tell me it’s ok.”

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“A barbeque – sure. A bonfire using his old bench – ok, I can see that. But you want to do what???”

“Take him back to the ’70s. Specifically, the ’78 Rose City 10000 at Winton. That was the highlight of his racing career, driving or crewing,” Sarah said.

“I get that bit. I get we can paint your car in similar livery to Hunt’s Elfin. I get you’ve got a couple of friends that are happy to dress up as grid girls from the day and waitress for us, but then to have them… available to everyone? Are you nuts? Where did you get such an idea? And what would Bob think of it? Seriously, Sarah.”

Wounded, Sarah said defensively, “I think it’s a good idea, and I got it from Bob. Sort of. He’s, well, got a lot on his mind and opened up to me a bit more than normal. Bob told me some of the things he got up to, and you’re right. He didn’t go into the fine details, but it was bingöl escort pretty out there. I just think it’s the right thing to do. For him. Our friend and almost family.”

“I don’t know. If your friends are that keen, why not just introduce the pair to him and let things go the natural way?” Mick rubbed his temples and slowly shook his head. “This’ll be hard to put on the invitation.”

“I thought about that, but Jax and Cindy said they’d prefer to work outside with everyone. They like performing for a crowd. Working with one guy doesn’t do anything for them.”

“But… I was going to invite some women. What’ll they think?”

“I’m a woman and I think it’s a great idea. Bob’ll love it. Just put on the invite there’ll be very adult entertainment on the night. Everyone should get the hint, or at least call to ask what’s going on.”

“I know you’re a woman, but sometimes I really worry about you and your wild streak, Poppy. What would your mum think?”

“I got that streak from you, and she’s in Noosa with her new dipshit husband. I don’t care.” Sarah crossed her arms and glared at her dad. “So, are we going with the full gang bang or just having the girls wander around? Either way, it doesn’t matter. I have to keep their cars on the road for the next twelve months.”

Mick sighed and rubbed his head again with his fingers. Moving thirty years of accumulated items was nothing to dealing with the ideas his daughter was coming up with for Bob’s retirement. “Fine, fine. I really don’t like it, but you seem to be set on it for some reason. Just try to keep it reasonably tasteful, ok?”

“Of course. Cindy said they get quite a few women watching their very tasteful act at the club.” Sarah kissed her dad’s cheek. “Good choice. Would you like me to call everyone and let them know exactly what’s going to happen?”

“I think that’s a very good idea.”

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Jax picked up a screwdriver and ran her fingers over the handle. “Look, it’s no worries Mick. Saz explained what the deal was, and we’re happy to help. Honestly, we owe her big time for keeping our shit boxes roadworthy. I’d be screwed without a car, no pun intended. There’s no buses where I live. I think this’ll be your limit, Cind.”

Cindy took the screwdriver and put it in her mouth. She ran her tongue over it, nodded, and placed it on a clean towel with other tools that had passed their examination. “I’d say so. Certainly for anal. Nice and smooth though. Quality tools.” The little blond turned a radiant smile onto Mick, who immediately melted. “Do you have any tiny alligator clips? You know, for hooking onto wiring? They’re great for clipping onto our nipples and labia.”

“Umm, yeah, I’m sure I can find a new set. Back in a tick.” Mick wandered off mumbling, “I cannot believe I agreed to this. What the hell was I thinking?”

“Your dad seems a bit tense about this. Should we do something to relax him?” Jax asked.

“Up to you. I don’t think he’s been on a date since mum left. Personally, I really don’t want to be around if you make something happen. Seeing my dad’s willy just seems… icky.”

Jax and Cindy laughed and went back to examining tools to use in their show. The three had discussed Mick’s concerns, and decided that a lesbian floor show during dinner would be a good icebreaker. Cindy said she noticed that most women visiting the club were ok with girl on girl action, but if they invited an average guy from the audience on stage, the women didn’t seem to be as interested. They figured working each other over with some selected workshop tools would keep to the night’s theme and make things different for everyone’s enjoyment.

Bob’s old bench would be their stage. It was a large, solid timber structure Bob had built himself when he first arrived. It had seen many things on it, but the women were pretty sure this would be new. After their lesbian act, Jax and Cindy would accept all comers.

“Here you go Cindy. Brand new, just out of a multimeter I bought. Hope they’re ok.” Mick dropped a pair of shiny, sharp toothed alligator clips into her hand.

“Thanks.” Cindy took one and bit the meat between her thumb and forefinger. “Ooo, geez. They are bitey. Jax, do you want to test them?”

“Sure.” Jax took the clips and went to place one on her hand, then she stopped. “No time like the present. Mick, can you hang on to these for a sec?”

“Sure.”

“Ta.” She dropped the clips into Mick’s hand, quickly removed her tee shirt and bra, then pinched her nipples. “Ok, can you carefully put one of those on me while I stretch my tits? It’s hard to do everything by myself.”

Mick stared at the nice handful of mid-20s tit flesh in front of him. He unconsciously licked his lips and dragged his eyes to his daughter’s friend’s face. “You sure? They’ll hurt.”

Jax shrugged, which made her boobs deliciously wobble. “I know. I don’t mind a bit of pain in the right circumstances. Sharpens the mind.”

“Well, if you say so. Personally, I wouldn’t want these anywhere near my sensitive bits.”

Jax just smiled and pressed her breast down with one hand and stretched her nipple with the other. “When I’m excited, they pop up more. Just carefully let them close, but I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

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If you haven’t read the last story, this takes place during our junior year in college. We had spent 2 years living in our drab apartments close to school. The place was nice, but it was an apartment and we didn’t have a pool. We wanted to branch out and get something a bit more private. Something where we could come and go however we wanted, and with a nice pool for us to keep up our tans.

For the last couple years we had spent most of our time at the nudist club to ensure our all over tans were complete. But with school and working part time, it made it tougher and tougher to find a day to go together.

So we made the decision to rent a house for our last two years. It had to have a couple things. It needed an in-ground pool with a private enough backyard to sunbathe nude. It also needed to be away from the city and in a more private neighborhood. We considered living on the nudist resort property, but we were looking for something a bit more nice.

After searching all summer we found that place. Our realtor was a bit surprised at our carefree attitude towards nudity, but was willing to help us out. We didn’t even plan on telling her about our preference for nudism, until Jen showed up for a meeting at her office one night completely nude!

So the big change from the last story was Jen. She really took to nudism after her first trip to the nude beach. It started slowly at first, coming with us to the nudist resort every so often, or spending a night or two nude every now and again. But her preference for nudity grew as time went along. To the point where Colleen and I thought she was becoming obsessed. Even far more than the three of us.

Jen became a full member at our nudist club. She would spend every chance she got there, you couldn’t put clothes on the girl, even in public. One month I didn’t see her in clothes the entire time. I’m sure she did to go to class, but I never saw it.

It was one of the nights after spending most of her day at the nudist club that she showed up at our realtors office nude. She had gone to the club earlier that day, but didn’t bring any clothes with her. She lost track of time and instead of just blowing off the meeting, she showed up nude. She figured we had to tell the realtor sometime, so what better way than this?

Claire, Colleen and I were sitting in her office when Jen walked in. Our realtor was obviously shocked, but gratefully didn’t make a big deal of it. She told us that she kind of figured we were into nudism by our specific housing requests. Lucky for us she was very accepting of our lifestyle, but she also told us while she was okay with it, others probably wouldn’t be in her office.

The house she found for us was perfect. It had everything we wanted. It was very private and set back from the road far enough that you could go nude in the front yard without anyone seeing from the street. The backyard was gorgeous and the pool was very large, perfect for wasting the day away. It had a separate bedroom for each one of us, but Claire and I had to share a bathroom.

We moved in midway through the summer, which gave us plenty of time to unpack and unwind and enjoy the place before school started. I was excited cause this was the first time i’d be living in a house where I could come and go as I pleased in whatever I pleased. All of us liked the freedom to be free from clothes without having to slide anything on to visit each other. No more having to cover up to get to the car or grab the mail. It was a nudist paradise away from the resort.

We took to the new freedom right away as we shared a truck to move our stuff to the new house. Claire’s boyfriend John helped us move our things, and was kind enough to drive the truck for us. The minute we pulled up to the house to move in we all stripped our clothes off. It was a hot day, but this time we would be able to move in nude.

John and Claire had been dating for almost a year at this point. Their relationship was not really serious. They enjoyed being together but they also enjoyed fucking other people. John took every advantage of their open relationship by having his way with Colleen, Jen and I whenever he got the chance. It was not uncommon to walk in on John fucking one of the 4 of us at any time of day. We all loved taking advantage of his big cock.

Once we were settled in the new house, we celebrated with a nice relaxing day by the pool. It was a Wednesday and none of us had to work, so the four of us and John were just laying by the pool working on our all over tans. Jen and I had just come back from going out to grab us all a pizza for lunch. We had no sooner stripped and were on our way back to the pool when we heard the rhythmic slapping sounds of someone getting fucked.

“Ohhhhh god! Your cunt feels so good!” John said.

Colleen was on all fours in front of John as he was fucking her from behind.

“Fuck me harder!” Colleen screamed causing John to grab her ass and ram his cock into her waiting pussy at a faster pace.

“Look hatay escort at these two going at it,” I said. “Don’t break his cock!”

“If he doesn’t start fucking me harder, I will!” she said.

“She’s a maniac,” Jen said. “How long have they been going at it?” she asked Claire.

“Since you guys left,” Claire said as she fingered herself watching the show in front of her.

Colleen and John’s moaning was picking up, as we sat down to eat some pizza.

“I… want… to…cuuuuuuum!” Colleen said in between thrusts of John’s cock. “Please make me cum.”

John started rubbing her clit with his free hand while continuing to ram his giant cock down her pussy. He was really fucking her hard. I was afraid he was actually going to hurt her.

“Cum on my cock, Colleen,” John said as he swatted her bare ass.

“Oh god… I’m gonna cum… i’m gonna cum… i’m gonna cum… Arghhhhhhh!!” Colleen said arching her back as the orgasm washed over her.

As Colleen was cumming, John was still pounding her cunt with his cock. Taking a cue from her, he worked his way to an orgasm of his own.

“Ohhh… baby, i’m gonna cum soon,” he said.

“Give it to me… cum on my ass. I want all of it,” Colleen said.

“Arrrggghhh… ” John said as he pulled out of her pussy and shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum all over her tanned ass. John milked his cock of cum while rubbing it up and down the crack of her ass. There was so much of it all over Colleen. It was quite the load.

The two of them collapsed next to each other as they recovered from the session. Jen, Claire and I just started clapping spontaneously at the show we just watched.

“Wow, what a show!” Claire said.

“Definitely. You guys are real porn stars,” I said while giving Colleen a wink.

“I think I want some of that,” Jen said as she walked over and kneeled next to Colleen. She took a scoop of cum off Colleen’s ass and swallowed it.

“Delicious!” Jen said.

“Its all yours if you want it,” Colleen said.

“My pleasure,” Jen said then proceeded to start cleaning Colleen’s ass with her tongue. She licked every ounce of cum off her ass, then gave it a nice swat in appreciation.

“Thanks babe!” Jen said to Colleen. “Your ass is fun to lick.”

“Any time,” she said.

We all just laughed it off. This was going to be how things were going to be from now on around here. Sun, swimming, nudity, and sex.

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“Claire!” Jen yelled from her sun lounger next to the pool

Claire got up out of bed whee she was taking an afternoon nap and walked out back where Jen was laying naked by the pool.

“What is it?” Claire asked.

“I’m bored. Lets do something,” Jen said.

“Like what?” Claire said.

“I don’t know. I feel like I have to get out of here for a while. Get out of the house for a little while,” Jen said.

“You want to go to the club?” Claire asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said. “I’ve done enough sunbathing for a day.”

“Well then what?” Claire said. “Jess and Colleen are at work till tonight. We can go out then if you want.”

“Nah, lets go do something now,” Jen said. “Want to go shopping?”

“Sure. Want to go to the mall?” Claire asked.

“That’s fine,” she said. “Lets get ready.”

Claire then went back to her room to throw some clothes on. She picked out a nice pair of shorts with a matching tank top. Walking back out to the living room she grabbed a pair of sandals and checked herself out in the mirror. Her tank top was tight fitting and showed off plenty of Claire’s ample cleavage. She adjusted her boobs inside her top to get the right look, but the lack of a bra made it difficult to get them to stay in place. She turned to admire her ass, as her shorts were short enough to show a hint of the bottom of her tanned ass. When Claire had to dress she always wore as little as possible, and she wasn’t wearing much.

Claire stood in the living room waiting on Jen as she had jumped in the shower quick to rinse off her tanning oil. Claire got impatient so she thought she’d clean out her car while she waited.

“Hey Jen, I’m gonna clean my car out quick, just come on out when you are ready to go.” Claire yelled to Jen.

“Okay,” Jen said.

Claire walked outside to her car, while Jen started to get ready. Jen was still nude from her shower and was brushing out her hair in front of her bathroom mirror when she had a naughty thought. She smiled to herself as she put her hands on her naked hips and admired her naked body in the mirror.

“Why not?”, she said to herself then adjusted her tits and giggled to herself as she took her hair brush and combed her landing strip. She wanted to look presentable for her trip. Jen then grabbed her phone and made her way outside.

Claire was throwing out some trash from her car when Jen walked outside to meet her. Jen was still nude, which wasn’t surprising ığdır escort as she frequently traveled nude.

“You ready?” Claire said.

“Yep. How do I look?” Jen said as she did a twirl for Claire.

“Naked,” Claire said smiling. “What are you bringing with to wear?”

“I’m wearing what I’m planning on wearing,” Jen said. “I was brushing out my hair when a thought occurred to me. I wanted to get out of the house, but I didn’t want to get dressed. So I thought, why not just go naked?”

“Well, the law for one thing,” Claire said. “I’m right there with you. I wish we could go naked to places like the mall too, but its not worth a night in jail. Grab a dress, I can’t let you ruin your life.”

“No, I’m going naked,” Jen said. “Trust me.”

“Alright, lets go,” Claire said.

What Jen was about to do was crazy, but she was convinced she could get away with going out naked. All her daring exploits had led up to this. She was going to go out in public completely nude, and no one was going to stop her.

The girls drove across town and made their way to the mall. They pulled into a parking space and readied themselves for some shopping.

“You really gonna do this?” Claire asked Jen.

“Yep, you want to join me?” Jen asked.

“I really want to, but I just don’t want to get arrested,” Claire said.

“Come on, you know they’ll just give us a warning,” Jen said.

Claire was conflicted. The inner exhibitionist in her wanted to strip down right there and walk in with Jen. But her brain was getting in the way.

“Look, how about we just go into the Macy’s. If they kick us out, then we’ll leave. If they don’t care, then we’ll continue on. What do you say?” Jen asked.

Claire was thinking it over. She really wanted to do it, but was scared. In her mind she always wanted to do something like this, but she never figured she would. Jen definitely had more courage than she could ever muster. She thought, “Why not?”, since both of them would do it, there would be safety in numbers. Her mind was made up, she was going to do it. She would try to make her dream come true.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” Claire said. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this, so lets do it.”

“Yay!!”, Jen said. “Now get those clothes off and lets get going!”

They both got out of the car. Jen was now in full display of everyone, which didn’t seem to bother her in the least. Claire started taking her clothes off starting with her tank top. She lifted her top over her head causing her tits to bounce into view. After throwing her top on the front seat, she reached for her shorts. She unzipped them and slid them down her bare legs. She kicked her flip-flops off and pulled her shorts over her bare feet. Now completely nude, she threw her clothes on the front seat and locked the car.

Both girls now nude, began their walk to the front door of the mall. By now both had been seen head to toe so as they walked they tried to get used to the stares. For both girls it was a dream come true, so they tried to enjoy every minute of it.

As they came to the door to Macy’s, Jen turned to Claire, smiled and said, “Here goes nothing!”

Jen pulled the door open and a rush of cold air blasted the girls nude bodies from the air conditioner. They went through the second set of doors and into the store, their bare feet slapping the cold floor with each and every step.

Nervously, Jen moved ahead and ducked into a side aisle at the women’s section. Jen thumbed through clothes ironically as she stood there completely nude. Claire huddled near Jen quivering as the full impact of what they were doing was starting to set in.

“I can’t believe what we’re doing right now. We’re gonna get arrested I know it. This was a mistake,” Claire said.

“Relax, Claire!” Jen said. “You told me yourself that this was your dream. To be able to go nude in public to a place like a mall and shop like being nude was normal. Now is your chance. Just be confident. Being nude is natural, now act like it.”

“You’re right. Alright, lets try and enjoy this for however long it lasts,” Claire said.

“So how do you think this would look on me?” Jen said while holding up a skimpy black dress.

The girls both jumped as they heard someone utter, “Can I help you pick something out?”

Claire and Jen turned and saw they were not alone any longer. A saleslady must have noticed them come in and came over to make a sale.

Claire now shaking said, “I’m sorry miss, this was all a dare, we’ll get out of here. Just please let us go.”

“I don’t know what to do with you two,” she said. “This is a serious offense. You two are completely naked in our store. I mean look at you both. Neither one of you is wearing a stitch. Do you always go around like this?”

“No, we don’t. I’m so so sorry. Can we just go? I promise we’ll never do anything this stupid again!” Claire said.

“Speak for yourself, Claire.” Jen said as she slapped Claire’s bare bottom.

“I’m ısparta escort going to go call security,” the lady said just before Claire started freaking out.

“Lets just run,” Claire said.

“Alright Andrea, I think my roomie here is going to have a heart attack. Lets call off the charade.” Jen said.

“What?” Claire said.

“Hi Claire, I’m Andrea. Jen and I were just having some fun with you.” the saleslady said.

“Sorry hun, this wasn’t the daring exploit I made it out to be. But I wanted you to experience your dream. So here we are!” Jen said. “So try to relax, we’re safe here.”

“Yeah, this is my section. I already cleared this little prank with security once I got a text from Jen saying you guys were coming.” Andrea said. “But I’m sure the security boys are watching this whole thing. You might as well wave high to that camera over there,” she said pointing out the camera across the way.

“Well hello there!” Jen said. “Enjoying the show boys?” Jen then did a twirl to show off her entire nude body for the camera.

“I’m sure they are,” Claire said. “I’m so glad we got to do this. It was such a rush.”

“I know what you mean.” Andrea said. “The first time I went to the nudist club with Jen I was so nervous. But eventually I got so used to being naked that now I’m nude practically all the time at home.”

“You never told me that,” Jen said. “You’ve been going nude at home now?”

“Yeah, my dirty little secret,” she said. “I’m beginning to become hooked to the freedom.”

“Welcome to the club!” Claire said. “Next thing you know you’ll be right here with us.”

Laughing Andrea said, “We’ll see.”

“So seriously now, how do you think I’d look in this?” Jen asked.

“I think good,” Andrea said. “I’m just glad you are not completely opposed to wearing clothes. I haven’t seen you in clothes in weeks.”

Jen started giggling as she said, “I wear clothes… sometimes.”

“Come on lets try it on,” Andrea said.

The girls walked back into the changing room, which was ironic since Jen didn’t exactly need to get undressed to try it on. They went behind a large curtain to a room that was used for dress fitting.

“We’ll have more privacy back here,” Andrea said.

“I guess I don’t need a changing room,” Jen said as she slipped into the dress.

The dress was black with long shoulder straps that showed off plenty of cleavage. It came down to mid thigh and was tight fitting showing off plenty of Jen’s curves. Jen stepped up onto a platform to allow the girls a better look. Jen posed in the mirror turning her back to get a look at it from the back.

“It looks a size too big,” Claire said.

“Yeah, I think so. I’ll go get you a smaller size,” Andrea said then walked around the corner and out of the room to the main floor.

Jen continued to look at the dress in the mirror and adjusted her tits to try and arrange herself better in the dress. Several minutes went by when Claire suddenly realized she was now the only one naked.

“Being the only naked one right now is starting to make me feel nervous again,” Claire said.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Andrea said giggling as she turned the corner now completely nude. “You see you aren’t the only one that looks better naked than in clothes,” she said as she slapped Claire’s bare ass.

Andrea was right about that. She did look amazing in the nude. Andreas red hair stood out in stark contrast to her pale complexion. Unlike Jen and Claire, Andrea hadn’t spent a lot of time in the sun nude, so she wasn’t as golden brown as the girls. She stood a little over 5′ 5″ in bare feet, with a long mane of red hair coming down to the middle of her back. Like Claire, Andrea had a set of tits that were huge and bounced lightly with each step. Her ass was firm and as pale as the rest of her body. Her pussy hair, trimmed down into a landing strip, was as red as the hair on her head. Jen liked to call it her fire bush.

Andrea was jealous at the girls brazen nudity, and her newfound love for being nude made her want to join them. She knew they were pretty safe back here so she slipped off her dress and shoes and joined them both in the nude. Andrea had started going without underwear shortly after her trip to the nudist club with Jen.

“Try this one, Jen.” Andrea said handing the new dress to Jen to try on.

Jen slipped on the new smaller size but still wasn’t satisfied.

“I just don’t like the way it sits on me,” she said. Slipping the dress off her shoulders and letting it fall around her feet she stepped out of it and hung it up. Looking back into the mirror and admiring herself, she said, “This is more like it. I guess this is what I’m looking for.”

“Clothes don’t agree with you?” Claire asked.

“I think thats pretty obvious,” Andrea said.

“No, she’s right. Being a nudist is killing my love for trying on clothes because they just are so restricting.” Jen said.

“I know what you mean,” Claire said.

“Well, I should get dressed and you girls should get out of here before we get any busier,” Andrea said.

“They won’t let you work nude?” Jen said giggling. “I figured with your body, the boys wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, they wouldn’t. But I think my customers might mind,” Andrea said.

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Still a bit groggy and not quite ready to get out of bed, I enjoy stretching out for awhile longer. Thinking about my daily errands and ways to make them more interesting.

I slipped off the baggy t-shirt used only for sleeping, and replaced it with a simple light blue sundress. The cut was sweet; spaghetti straps with a plunging V neckline, tight in the waist, and mid-thigh length. It accentuated my curvy hourglass figure. Feeling rather naughty, I decided against a bra and chose a thong that just barely covered anything. I swear, this thing must only have one inch of fabric, enough to hide my clit and leave the rest exposed. I admired the reflection in the mirror, my small pink areoals slightly visible through the fabric. Blonde hair in gentle waves resting softly on my shoulders. Now, to test what the behind view offered, I bent down to touch my toes. My cheeks were fully exposed, and the small string of the thong did nothing to hide either opening. I teased myself with sticking two fingers in my pussy and slowly moving them in and out. I was already so wet! My ring finger traced the outline of my puckered pink rear, eventually making it’s way in as well.

I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Quickly arranged my dress into place, and gazed through the peephole. The gentleman on the other side was not familiar to me. I opened the door slightly and greeted him.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, my name’s Josh, hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time. Your neighbor underneath eskişehir escort has a small leak, I’d like to check the kitchen sink to see if it might be the cause, is that alright?”

“Oh, sure. Right this way.”

Josh wasn’t too bad looking. Maybe 35 years old, tall, average build, a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm. He was wearing a button up shirt, the first few of which were undone. His pleasant smile framed beautifully by an overgrown beard.

“There you go”, as I pointed to the sink. Oh, that was lame, stating the obvious. Like the guy didn’t know what a sink looks like… I’ve got to play that one off. I could feel myself blushing and needed something to divert my attention.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, but thanks. This shouldn’t take too long.” Josh smiled and set his tool box down.

He pulled a small flashlight from his back pocket and started looking at the connections.

“Ah, found the problem. Looks like the compression fittings on the shut off valve just needed a little tightening. The water damage isn’t severe, however I’d suggest you replace the board down here to avoid potential mold growth.”

“Have a look right here” Josh explained as he motionined me over to his location under the sink. He quickly stood up and used the beam of the flashlight to highlight the area of discussion.

I lowered myself onto my knees and leaned in, suddenly aware that this provided Josh a view of my gaziantep escort ass. In an attempt to not appear obvious, I let my legs part slightly and tilted my pelvis out while “looking at the damage”.

“Is this what you’re suggesting I replace?” pointing to the board that runs across the bottom.

“You’ve got it, it’s a relatively easy job.

“Oh, and I’ll just need you to sign a form real quick, then I’ll be on my way.”

As I got back onto my feet, I couldn’t help but notice the large erection Josh was making no attempt to conceal. I walked ahead of him to the kitchen table, and discretely pulled my thong up between my lips before taking a seat. The dress was hiked up enough that when my knees parted he still had ample view of my now dripping wet pussy. Part of me just wanted to lean back and finger fuck myself while he watched. I was so damn horny! But, I decided to keep my display “an accident”. My feet on the bottom rungs of the chair created the perfect angle for flashing.

Josh took the seat directly across from me and nervously fumbled through his folder, eventually pulling out a single sheet of paper. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before his darted down to between my legs and lingered there. I pretended not to notice, and read words on the paper I could give less than a shit about.

“If you could just initial and date… here.. and… here” he says slowly, withdrawing his hand from the paper and placing giresun escort it on his hard cock.

He gives it a firm squeeze through his work pants, and keeps it there. This alone almost sends me over the edge! I can’t take it anymore! I part my legs even more after leaning back, my ass is nearly hanging off the chair now. There’s no hiding the fact I want him to see all of me.

My hand moves shamelessly to my inner thigh and lingers for a few moments, fighting the urge to really let my pussy have it.

“Show me how you jack off.” I shocked myself at the boldness of the words as soon as they escaped my mouth.

Without hesitation, Josh unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Fuck! It was thick and veiny. Slowly, his hand slid up and down while breathing heavy. The movements steady like a metronome, precum glistening on the beautiful mushroom tip.

I pulled my panties to the side and used my own wetness to slide in a couple fingers, aiming to go at the same pace as Josh. His expression was priceless. Guess he wasn’t expecting me to reciprocate.

I relocated to the floor space directly at his feet after sliding off my panties and lifting up the dress, on all fours and ass pointed his direction. He pulled forward and was only inches away, cock in hand roughly jerking off. His other hand smacked my ass cheek so hard I yelled out.

“Fucking tease” growled Josh. Although his words were strong, he had a gorgeous smile and tender look in his eyes.

With a swift movement, he grabbed my wrists and guided them down to my feet. With his free hand Josh removed his belt and used it to bind my wrists and ankles together. It was tight enough to hurt, and I couldn’t wiggle free. Not that I’d want to..

He was kneeled behind me now…

…to be continued.

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3 Payback Jerkoff

Paula became more and more of an indoor nudist when we were home alone and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I would come home to find her in her robe and I would ask her to strip for me. She usually would comply but one day, about a week after the Polaroid session; she was to change things.

I had just come home, horny, and I asked her,

“How about a nice striptease Hon?”

“I will if you will give me a show…” She said firmly.

“Like what?” I asked, surprised.

“I want to see you jerk off as I strip and parade around.” She said, putting her arms around me.

“Why?”

“Because I want to see how I can have an effect on you.” She said, “Now, whip it out and I’ll get started.”

So that’s what we did. It was kind of a fun trip back to an adolescent fantasy and we played that game almost every night that week. I would jerk off as she stripped and paraded around, telling me how she was going to show off to our friends and then she would also come to a climax with her own hands.

I came home a few days later, ready for the same game. I opened the door and Paula was wearing a skirt and blouse. She said,

“Good, you’re home. I forgot to tell you, Jeff invited us to his place for burgers tonight.”

So we went down to Jeff’s diyarbakır escort apartment. I thought the occasion might be his showing off a new date or vice versa but he answered the door alone. I smelled the burgers cooking out on his balcony. He handed us drinks and we sat around talking small talk and eating dinner.

The subject did not get to sex until after we helped him clean up. We were sitting around on his couch, Paula in the middle when she started it.

“So, Jeff, did you like those pictures we all took last week?” She asked, coyly.

“Well, I certainly did. Who wouldn’t?” He responded.

“They were pretty sexy, huh?” She persisted.

“You bet they were.” He said with a lustful smile.

“Jeff, did you jerk off to those pictures, by any chance?” She said quickly.

He was stunned. He looked to me and I gave him a “just say yes” look.

“Gee, Paula, that’s kind of personal, don’t you think?” He stalled.

“So is my stripping for you guys, right? Come on, Jeff, do you jerk off? Jack does, right Jack?” She turned to me.

“She’s right Jeff. You know we all do it, right?” I added.

“Okay, I admit that those pictures turned me on. Are you happy now?” He said. He was turning bright red.

“I’m edirne escort sorry, Jeff. I don’t want to embarrass you. Just forget it, okay?” She said. He didn’t stand a chance in this discussion.

“That’s okay. I guess we are getting to be intimate friends, I guess its okay to ask each other personal questions.” He was starting to succumb.

“Uh, how come you asked me such a question, anyway?” He was hooked now.

“I was just wondering if you would let me watch you jerk off sometime. You have seen me naked a few times now, you know.” She said sweetly.

He nervously looked over to me and saw that I was no help.

“When do you want me to do this?” He asked nervously. “Not that I said I would do it, I’m just curious.” He said, his darting over to me from time to time.

Paula was sitting between us with her legs crossed. She hiked up her skirt a bit and opened her legs a bit. He was watching her intently. There was certain electricity in the air now. She unbuttoned the two top buttons on her blouse.

“How about now?” She said standing up and facing the two of us. “Both of you.”

She walked over to his kitchenette and came back with a roll of paper towels. She unbuttoned another button.

“Well?” She shifted her weight edirne escort bayan to one leg and started tapping her foot.

“I’ll do it if Jack does.” He said, looking at me and I made the OK sign to him.

“Okay boys, whip ’em out.” She said.

We unzipped and Paula began to slowly unbutton her blouse and throw it across the room. Next came the skirt, tossed aside. She walked over to Jeff in her bra and panties. He was holding his erection and she looked down at it, he was slowly rubbing it.

“Very nice dick, Jeff.” She said and he smiled up at her.

She then slowed down to a very slow strip tease, removing the bra very slowing and then inching her panties down very slowing as we were now shamelessly masturbating in front of each other. This was kinky but interesting. It was clearly a trip back to adolescence and she was in control of the show.

By now the panties were off and she was strutting proudly nude and we were enjoying the view. She just strutted back and forth between us as we kept jerking off.

Standing right in front of Jeff now, she reached down and began spreading her labia for him to see and in a second, I could hear him losing control with a grunt. She came over to me and squatted in front of me, taking my penis in her hand. She finished me off with just a few expert strokes. She handed each of us a paper towel as we embarrassingly cleaned up and zipped up.

She remained nude and the three of us joked about how we were getting to be such good friends. We helped her get dressed and then Paula and I left for another hot night in bed.