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Thanks for the encouragement, everyone. I’ll try to put up a few chapters between now and September, summer permitting.

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Chloe looked at herself in the mirror apprehensively. Shoulders pressed back further than her usual norm under Arthur’s chains.

“You can always have a better posture, Chloe. I tried with the chains, but this isn’t enough. I want you looking your best tonight for Mr. Aranowsky.”

He was talking about her top. It was a little scrap of beautiful white lace with a gold trim. Arthur certainly took his time on it, but it was only three inches wide, and backless. Actually, it only covered her front and it wasn’t even attached to her torso. It was a single ribbon that stretched over the middle of her breasts, then wrapped around the tops of her arms to hold itself up. And that was it. If she moved her arms forward, she’d flash everyone. The only way to stay covered was to keep her shoulders pressed back so the ribbon pressed against her breasts, and the pressing made her nipples poke firmly against the lace. In the mirror, she could see how her rings reflected underneath and her nubs showed through in a deep rosy pink; Arthur had insisted on rouging them up to enhance their color. She would be restrained all night. Voluntarily restrained, but limited in movement all the same.

Arthur had continued the theme below. A three inch ribbon of the same lace stretched below her hips, with the bottom just covering her vulva and the top sitting well under her little tuft of pubic hair. Her clit chains hung completely exposed beneath it. The strip rose around her back to cover the center of her ass. Thoughtfully, Arthur had made it tight on the top and loose on the bottom so that it wouldn’t ride up, but the slightest move flashed her pussy. From behind it was worse, or better she thought with a smile. Why was it so much funner to be so slutty? The bulge of her pussy was on display from behind in the gap between her upper thighs and just below the firm globes of her ass even when she kept her legs closed. Chloe had carefully adjusted the fabric to cover up the plug that bulged out of her asshole, but Arthur had silently edged the skirt back up, high enough to let the bulb glare out underneath.

The old Greek had been fascinated by the thing and had insisted on getting in touch with Mark to talk about it. Chloe dreaded to think what unholy sex toy would come out of the union of their two minds but she had caved and given the old man Mark’s number.

The third item were the shoes. This time, they had no heels but that didn’t mean she wasn’t standing on her toes. The shoes were white, like the rest of her outfit, and they were closed all the way up to her ankles. Thankfully they had a pretty low platform – just an inch, but they boosted her height seven. Heelless high heels. Arthur had also made them heavy. If anything, heavier than the five pound shoes he had given her las time. He was certainly a stickler for posture. Whatever that meant.

To match them with her “top” and “skirt”, he had wrapped the same lace around them, making them look like frilly socks going straight into the ground. Last there was her hair and face. Arthur had gone for a white and pink them with white eye shadow and lipstick and pink accents. He had bound her hair in a wide white lace wrap around the base with her hair, now curled and sprayed, fountaining out above it like a bouquet. Arthur had taken some time with the do and Chloe had never seen her hair quite so massive.

“Okay my little slutty girl, you are ready for your big date. And tomorrow you have another big date with your Mr. Stevens, correct?” Chloe nodded. “Tell you what, I’m going to do a big favor for you. You have to see this Mark tomorrow to give him back your butt toy, and you have to go to the park very early. You’re going to be very busy and you’re going to be very tired after this date. I’m going to put your clothes for tomorrow in your house so you don’t have to come here. There is one other thing I want to make clear now, though, about our deal.”

Chloe looked at him attentively. The old man’s tone had gotten serious. “I am making your dating clothing now and I am making your office clothing. I am happy for this new arrangement, but there is one condition.”

She was apprehensive. Arthur’s conditions were significant. That’s how she’d gotten herself all pierced and chained up. Arthur took her by the shoulders and looked up into her eyes. She was just a little taller than him in her big shoes.

“If I make you clothing like this, this is a different deal,” Arthur paused to add emphasis. “I will only agree to continue making you clothing only if you agree to only wear my clothing. To be clear, the clothing I make you will be your only clothing. Do you understand?”

Chloe thought about it. She was already spending all her time wearing what Arthur gave her anyway, and she couldn’t afford to dress the way she needed to without the old Greek’s free help. Not much choice, she thought. She nodded.

“That’s settled then. Now give me your key and go. You don’t want to keep Mr. Aranowsky waiting and I have to leave to meet bodrum escort bayan someone.”

“How will I get it back to get in?”

“I’ll leave it some place where you can find, maybe under a rock or something, now go!”

Arthur wasn’t asking. She obediently gave him her key and left, holding the matching lace clutch purse tightly.

She looked at her phone. It was only 7. What was she going to do for the next hour and a half? She walked over to the spot Steve – Mr. Aranowsky – had accosted her the day before. It was a light commercial and business area and there was a significant amount of traffic. Rush hour. And she was standing pretty much naked for everyone to gawk at. She couldn’t put her hands in front of her to cover up because it would leave her tits exposed, and there was still quite a bit of light out. In the store, she had been able to make out some of the color of her nipples under her top, in the sunlight, the were even more visible and the silver rings glittered even in her peripheral vision. She couldn’t decide if she should turn her back to the traffic or face it. Either was she would be exposed. She fidgeted in her high, no-heel shoes and pressed her legs together. Cars honked and slowed down.

A police car pulled up. It slowed by the curb in front of her and two cops got out. The thin one came out of the driver’s side, eyeing her up and down. His burly partner followed.

“Miss, we have to ask you what you’re doing standing around like that. I’m reluctant to make the obvious assumption, since it’s not an issue we face around here, but you’re making it very difficult.”

Chloe went pale. There was no way they wouldn’t think she was a prostitute. “I’m just meeting someone. He’s supposed to pick me up but he’s very late.”

“We’re going to need to see some ID.”

Chloe fumbled in her purse, a matching little lace clutch bag, and pulled out her license. Burly took it and went into the car. Slim sat on the hood staring at her, brow furrowed. Chloe fidgeted. “I’m not sure you’re dressed properly for being out in public, miss.” Slim got up and walked around her, tapping his club against his thigh.

“I think you’re what we call indecently exposed.” She felt something hard going up the inside of her thigh. Slim ran his club up to the juncture between her legs, clinking against her clit chains and making her shudder. He pressed the rod up to the back of her bare pussy mound, and up. The thick stick spreading her lips and forcing her to step into a wider stance. “Just those chains….”

“We oughta take you in for this. Soliciting, too probably.” He was sliding the club slowly back and forth. “What’s this now?” He slid the club out and tapped it on the red bulb barely poking boldly under the scrap of lace.

Burly called out, “No priors. She’s clean.”

“Looks like you’re a nice girl after all. So what’s going on with all this interesting jewelry, and that little friend of yours back there? Turning over a new leaf?”

“I’m just waiting for a friend, officer. Honest.” Chloe was starting to shake in fear and arousal. The fat night stick was getting to her, rubbing around like that.

“Uh huh. Who is your friend exactly?”

“Steve… Steve Aranowsky.”

The men hooted. “Shit! That man sure has good taste,” this from Burly.

“Steve Aranowsky or not, we can’t just let you off scott free for hanging around like this,” Chloe was looking him in the eyes now. Being surrounded by horny guys at work had made her very good at knowing when a guy wanted to fuck. Actually, it was the only kind of guy she knew. Slim wanted to fuck and he wanted to have a good time doing it. Chloe gave him her sexiest pout. Slim leered back, playfully. “Tell you what young lady. You’re going to go into that back seat, and then I’m going to go in that back seat and then Buddy is going to go in that back seat. Are we clear?”

“Yes sir.” Chloe shivered out under her best remorseful look. A cop fantasy, times two! On the one hand she was being confused for a whore, not a dream summer experience; on the other, going with it meant having a lot of fun fucking.

“Well then get moving.” Slim poked her on the red plug, shoving her toward the car. Buddy dutifully held the back door.

Slim looked down at her, sitting in the back seat. “Well that won’t do. You’re going to have to get into a more convenient position.”

Chloe leaned across the seat and raised her right leg up behind the headrest. Spreading herself fully open. Her left arm reached to the floor to brace herself, pressing the top down tight over her massive tits, making them bulge out around it even more. Chloe’s chains caused her to arch her back a little even lying down, this also meant that she posed like a glamour model pretty much all the time. Slim admired the silver she was sporting, propped up like that on her ass and shoulders. All tight skin and juicy teen flesh. His mouth was bone dry. “Some nice jewelry you have there, Chloe,” croaked Slim in his best authority voice.

He scooted in after her, pulling his cock out. Chloe also had some trouble ortakent escort finding her voice. “My pussy is still sore from those piercings, officer…. I…. Please use my butt.”

Slim started, stunned. Then laughed. “I’m afraid it’s a bit occupied right now.”

Chloe considered her options. She could let the policeman fuck her with the butt plug in her, but she was still sore from the double penetration Edward had given her earlier. And she still had to fuck that Steve guy! She wondered at what point she had come to assume she would fuck whoever she was out on a date with. When had she passed that illustrious milestone? Or she could suck it up and take it in her pussy. That might not be very wise either, but soon. Chloe knew this guy wasn’t going to take a blow job either. He wanted to fuck. She made up her mind.

“Pull it out.” Slim grabbed the bulb and pulled slow and firm. Her “date with Mark” came out with a pop and started buzzing. She knew it would start growing, too. Chloe took it and stuck it in her mouth, and almost retched. It tasted awful! But she had to keep pushing. Her red plastic master wouldn’t be satisfied until it was down her throat and she was breathing through it.

Slim was instantly rock hard. This girl was serious dynamite. He pounded her ass for all he was worth. He knew Buddy was standing outside keeping watch but it would be kind of embarrassing for anyone to come by and see him with his pants down. Chloe was reflexively squeezing him, a habit after working on the back door dildo all day, and it was definitely helping him move quickly. Days like today he loved his job. Correction, there were no days like today. This was a once in a life time thing. But did it have to be? Seriously, in this town, who gave a shit if a girl like this was going around naked. Hell, any referendum mandating she go full nudist would pass like a wet turd. He shot a load up her ass fantasizing about follow up work on this case.

He pulled out, pulling her little skirt off and wiping his dick with it. Burly Buddy followed. Chloe was thankful his endowment didn’t match his build. How many cocks was it today? There was Arthur, then Edward and Craig, and now two policemen. Five in a day and she hadn’t even gone on her date yet! Six counting Mark’s little present. Buddy came faster than his partner and helped her up, very gentlemanly, except he didn’t give her a chance to take the dildo out of her throat.

Chloe stepped back onto the sidewalk and didn’t see her bottom anywhere. She saw it poking out of Slim’s pocket and realized he was keeping it as a trophy. Shit, now she had to stand around here bottomless in front of traffic until Steve came around. “One more thing, honey. We’re going to need you to bend over and work your little friend back up into your back hole before we go. So why don’t you go ahead and do that.” Slim wagged his stick around, indicating she should turn around. Chloe complied, looking at the office building in front of her, thankful that everyone had already gone home and the police car was mostly blocking the view from the street. Wait, no, that was clearly a silhouetteo of a man in the window over by the corner.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth and bent over, clamping down on it tightly with her hands, Slim couldn’t resist and put his hand on her lower back. “Let me help you warm up a little bit, you’re already closing shop back there.”

She felt him run his nightstick up onto her asshole and press in, pushing the tip. Fuck, but those things were huge.

“Please…” she tried moaning in protest. The cops laughed.

“Man, that’s hot.” Slim shoved a little deeper, watching the black rod poking up into the air above her. Chloe saw the flash.

“Don’t worry,” said Burly, you’re not in it, just the slut’s ass.

“Love it. I’m going to put it up on the bulletin board. Alright young lady, let’s get your little friend back in his cave.” He pulled slowly on the metal stick and enjoyed her moans as she felt her colon emptying out. “Go ahead now,”

The vibrating plug was quite a bit wider now after its time outside. Her hand didn’t come near closing around it any more. With an effort, she stayed bent over and started working it back in. One inch at a time and it took her a few minutes. The men watched rapt as the big head opened up the impossibly tight looking hole. They couldn’t believe she had been wearing that big dildo all day, they had both just fucked her and then shoved a nightstick in her ass, an her little sphincter was already closed up. But sure enough, the dildo went in. Chloe wiggled and worked it gently, and got all eight inches up her back door.

Slim and Buddy helped her back up and leaned her up against the car as she caught her breath.

Slim smiled down at her, “It’s nice to see a young girl who knows the meaning of civic duty nowadays.”

Chloe smiled back at his little joke.

“We have to be going, but how about you kiss my little friend here goodbye?” He held up his stick. Chloe noticed some people had started to stop by for a look at the show. gümbet escort The officers were apparently having too good a time to care.

Chloe gave it a little kiss.

“Now now, what is that? Let’s see a real kiss, and thank him for a good time.”

Chloe figured if she should be thanking anyone for a fuck, it should be the cops, and if they wanted her to thank a cock, it should be one of theirs, but the affairs of men and their cocks didn’t make sense by definition, right? Chloe leaned in sideways and licked up on it, flinching on tasting it as it had been up her ass. Fucking asshole. “Thank you very much Mr. Nightstick.”

“Now that’s better.”

She straightened up and looked at them. She realized she must have just joined some club, like the mile high club but for fucking policemen. One fantasy down! The thought made her grin. This is what being a slut was all about. She giggled. These two bastards had just proved she was no longer in reality (I’m just going to go ahead and put Kansas in parentheses here). There was no way in hell she’d get off this easy if these guys were real police officers in a real place. There were no rules here so she could just relax and enjoy the fuck out of her summer, fucking. But it would be best if she didn’t have to taste that butt plug again. Or that night stick. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time though.

“Now stay out of trouble young lady, we’ll be keeping an eye on you.” The men grinned and got back into the car, driving off. Chloe stood in front of the slowing traffic bare from the bottom curve of her tits to her tall lace covered, heelless shoes. She spread her legs, held her hands behind her. It was the easiest position to hold to keep her breasts covered short of squatting on her haunches and pressing up against her thighs – which wasn’t very sexy at all. Okay, maybe it was kind of sexy. She knew she was hot and she knew she was naked. So she tried squatting but it was annoying and difficult in those shoes so she got back up again and resumed her position. She realized how ridiculous it was to think about covering her tits when her legs were spread to the public, flashing her pussy and the chains hanging off of it. The wickedness made her smile. The cops had practically given her a green light to do what she was doing and she thought it was kind of liberating. That and the breeze blowing against her hot cunt felt delicious, her jewelry clinking in the wind.

There weren’t many commuters normally, but she noticed as the time passed foot traffic on her sidewalk thickened. Not across the street. Commuters were certainly taking the long way to their parking spaces around her parts and they were decreasingly shy about it. A suit with a camera had been steadily growing larger on her 9 o’clock, and it didn’t take long before his fellow fair-weather pedestrians got the idea. Chloe figured those guys at the bar snapped some shots, why shouldn’t these hardworking gentlemen? Too bad they weren’t around a little earlier for the cop porn. Did pictures count as blackmail if she didn’t care? Chloe considered whether she’d drink the cum being dropped off at her door anyway. What did she think about the folks back home seeing her pictures? She was too intoxicated with the rush of everything going on to give a damn.

Chloe walked up to her fans, one foot in front of the other, butt clenched, shoulders back, back straight. A model of sex, Arthur’s dream girl. Everyone’s dream girl. She smiled. No dialogue called for here. She turned away from them, crossing her arms over her breasts giving a show to the group at the other side of the sidewalk, and she bent over. The silence broke behind her as her fans caught site of her date with Mark and the close up of just where those two little chains were going. All kinds of comments came at her, but the hand on her arm caught most of her attention. Look but don’t touch!

She turned and saw it was Steve, flushed and beaming in a tuxedo, had the time really passed that quickly? “And that’s a show, ladies and gentlemen,” Chloe realized some of the men were actually women, “this young lady and I have some places to go!” Steve hustled off, glowing with his prize. Cars were parked all down the block where they hadn’t been half an hour earlier. Correction, hour and a half. It was dark. She had completely lost track of time. His motorcycle was parked on the next block. “Hop on”.

Chloe squelched her pussy down behind Steve. The bike was one of those loud ones and it vibrated a hell of a lot. Holy shit this was going to be some ride. Her clit chains acted like little wires going straight to the source of the vibration and she instantly tensed up against Steve’s back, her face pressed to the smooth back of his helmet because he hadn’t thought to bring a second helmet for her. Demerit! Okay, so it might not have fit over her massive hairdo anyway. And where had Arthur learned to do hair? And the vibrations kept on coming. The damned thing only got stronger as he sped up over wooded roads. Could she get one of these things at home, just the engine and maybe the seat, too? The vibrations were shaking around whatever motor Mark had put in the dildo, too, and she was feeling way too much. She hoped the thing wouldn’t break. She clung to Steve fighting to stay conscious, except her mind somehow kept having random thoughts. Like where were they going? Steve was having trouble breathing; the hot chick massaging his chest and shaking behind him was getting him really hard.

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FLAMES AMONG THE CEDARS.

This story is entirely fictitious. The main characters and their prior experiences are inspired by those in my stories, “Cedar Hill Cheerleaders” chapters 1 to 8, and is a prequel to “Cottage 69 Ch 1”.

The bridge described below was in part inspired by the original “Long Gully Bridge”, Sydney, Australia.

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It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the tallest cedar tree on the nearby ridge, setting it alight; the associated thunder rumbled around the ridge and echoed of the distant mountains. The flames quickly spread from tree to tree, fanned by the warm wind heated in the sandy desert to the north, from whence it came…

Well; actually, the sun was about to set on a fine summer’s day; a few soft white clouds drifted above the near side of the mountains to the west, as a gentle breeze wafted up the creek below.

Amidst the dense forest of cedar trees, not too distant from the town of Cedar Hill, Hanson Road passed over a very picturesque bridge. It was a suspension bridge with twin ornate sandstone towers atop the pylons at either end. Each end looked very much like the draw-bridge entrance to some grand castle. In the shallow ravine below was Flat Rock Creek, beside which there was a crescent shaped sandy area where the creek curved to the south. As there had been heavy rain the week before, there was sufficient water to make pleasant gurgling noises as it cascaded over and around the smooth rocks.

In the distance, an owl’s deep call reverberated; was he proclaiming his territory; calling for a mate; or, was his call an omen foretelling some misfortune to cum.

A few crickets strummed loudly nearby.

Seated around a small camp fire beside the creek, was a group of five nerdy guys. There was nothing remarkable about any of these guys; they were neither very tall or very short; nor were they extremely fat or skinny; they were just the type that went unnoticed in any crowd. They were:

Jamie Taylor; who normally spent his Saturday afternoons at the Cedar Hill high school editing videos of the latest high school sporting fixture. It was on one such Saturday that he caught the very desirable cheerleader, Chantelle Spiros walking nude in the corridor of the high school. Since then he had encouraged her extrovert desire to be naked and have sex in public places.

Greg Arden; he was one of the Audio/Video geeks at Cedar Hill high school and a class-mate of Jamie. He played tennis on Saturday afternoons, and usually stopped by the local Wal-Mart to buy something as an excuse to see Skye McDougal. He had dated her ever since he accidently walked in on her in the Wal-Mart store’s unisex toilet. He and Jamie were the only guys to have ever seen her huge pussy lips, which she called her ‘curtains’. Her labia minora were at least 3 inches long when hanging free, rather than being tucked into her cunt.

Andy Meadows; he was a class-mate of Jamie and Greg. He was not quite as bright as Jamie, who he often consulted when doing his homework. He had felt rather lonely ever since Jamie and then Greg had found their kindred spirits. However, he was much happier since becoming involved with his widowed aunt Lorrie, who had moved in with him, his sister Arleen, and their mother. Lorrie was about Andy’s age, or maybe a year older at most. She must have spent sufficient time at the gym, or at least exercising at home, to keep away any excess fat and leave the muscles on her arms and legs well defined. She was a brunette with large brown eyes, and she used her beauty to seduce Andy, not that he minded.

Michael (Mike) Yorke had a roundish baby face, and sometimes he secretly wore girls’ underwear. A little over a month before, a lesbian friend had suggested he grow a beard to make him look less childish, and so it would tickle her whenever he kissed her pussy. His beard had grown well, and was now soft and silky.

The other nerd was Dinesh (Saju) Sharma. The nickname Saju was given to Dinesh by his parents, but his best friends call him that as well. Very little else was known about him, except that he was doing the same audio/video course at Cedar Hill high school as the other four, with whom he normally had lunch in the school cafeteria.

None of them could remember whose idea it was to go on this picnic, or who choose the location, but there they were. This location had a happy and slightly erotic aura about it. It was very popular for family picnics on weekends, and often used by lovers in the evening; as such most of the guys had been there before. For example, Jamie had made love there with Chantelle one Saturday evening; and Dinesh, with his family and friends, had spent more than one afternoon building sand castles by the creek.

The guys had lunched on the finest of American cuisine; cans of baked-beans and cups of coffee for the main course, and roasted marshmallows as dessert.

The topics of conversation for a group of guys were, as usual: cars; girls; bodrum escort bayan sex; cars; and, being the nerds that they were, the latest school assignment.

After some discussion about their audio/video homework; Michael brought the conversation full circle with this question, “Have you seen how many fully-electric cars are available now?”

“Yeah; even the school gardener has one,” replied Dinesh.

Greg added, “Would you believe it’s a Jaguar, what’s more?”

“Why not!” Michael was quick to say, “When he bought it, the Jag was almost the same price as the original Tesla. Given that, I know which one I would buy.”

“Yeah; but there are now some new makes that are much cheaper; for example, the Hyundai Ioniq and the Nissan Lea…”

“BRRRRRRRRRAP!”

Just then, one of the boys was the first to pass wind. None confessed to being the culprit, but it did lead to a change in the topic of conversation.

Jamie noted, “It’s obvious that our lunch is about to make itself known; just like in the movie ‘Blazing Saddles’, eh?”

Air leaving the nose is breathing; leaving the mouth is talking; but any wind escaping from the other end is normally embarrassing; this is called flatulence, or in the vernacular, a fart.

Jamie suggested, “How about we have a farting contest?”

“What will determine the winner; will it be the loudest; the smelliest; or the one who farts the most?” Mark enquired.

Jamie added, “I’ve heard that farts can burn; this is due to the presence of the hydrogen and methane they contain. So, perhaps the winner should be the one who creates the biggest flame.”

Mark thought out loud, “Couldn’t that be dangerous? Won’t your bum cheeks get burnt?”

“Yeah. Um; I guess it might be a good idea to keep your underpants on. But how will we light the fart?”

“How about we just lean over close to the remains of our fire.”

To ensure greater conflagrations would be achieved, they dined on the remaining baked beans. It was just on dusk.

And so, with their trousers removed ready, the contest began.

*****

Miss Janette (Jan) Prentice and Miss Frances Emilia Lambert were on an overseas holiday from Australia. They were staying in back-packer hostels and driving themselves between places of interest in America. Their hire-car was a small white sedan with a retractable sun-roof.

They were enjoying a gap year, after which they both intended to enrol in an education degree in Sydney.

Janette was a plain girl-next-door type. She was a full red-head; that is, her hair was the colour of brightly-polished copper and she had a red-heads characteristic freckles across her nose and on each cheek; her eyes were a healthy captivating green. She had small pout breasts, just big enough to complement her trim but otherwise curvaceous body. The muscles in her long legs were enhanced by her fine ankles and slight knees.

Her companion was normally known by her second Christian name, Emilia; however, her friends just called her Emmy or Em. She had a similar build to Jan, but she was a honey blond with peaches-and-cream complexion, a cheeky precocious face, and bright blue eyes. She wore graduated glasses which she only really needed for reading; she felt they gave her an appealing educated air and hid her true nature; that of a nymphomaniac.

Emmy was the driver as they left Miami early that morning. They travelled north on highway i75 until they reached the Everglades. Here they stopped to enjoy a one-hour Everglades adventure.

As soon as all the adventurers were seated in the airboats, each driver announced, “Please put on the seat-belt provided; we don’t want to lose anyone in these alligator infested waters, do we?”

Airboats are flat bottomed vessels that are propelled by a giant fan above the rear of the boat. They are a very popular means of transportation in marshy and/or shallow areas where a standard inboard or outboard engine with a submerged propeller would be impractical.

The girls both considered the Everglades airboat ride exhilarating; especially gliding sideways into the tight corners of the open canals. Skimming through the low sawgrass was also an experience, although at a slower speed.

There were two airboats, each carrying six passengers, that went out together; so Jan was able to use her inexpensive compact camera to capture a few action shots of the other airboat.

They didn’t consider the alligator wrestling, that followed the ride, as fascinating, since they had seen plenty of videos of Steve Irwin catching the much bigger salt-water crocodiles in Australia.

Jan was the driver as they left the Everglades heading west.

They lunched in Tampa, then our intrepid pair joined a three-hour manatee and dolphin tour of Tampa Bay.

As the last of the passengers came aboard and sat down, a tall lanky sun-tanned guy in a navy-blue t-shirt and blue jeans made the following announcement; “Hello, I’m Joe, and up there,” bitez escort pointing to a heavy-set middle-aged man in the small raised cabin, “is your skipper, Jack.”

At this point Jack took over the introduction, “Firstly; would you all watch your ‘stewardess’ Joe as he demonstrates how to put on a life-vest.”

Joe forced a smile at the reference to his duty as the ‘stewardess’; he had heard the same reference on ever tour, and didn’t think it funny anymore. He did however demonstrate placing a life-vest over his head and tying the straps about his waist.

Jack continued, “Now could you all put on your life vest; it’s located under your seat. Thank you.”

Joe and the skipper observed the passengers making sure they all fitted their vest correctly.

“Right folks; now let’s go and see some of the hundreds of manatees that live here in the Bay. We’ll go where they feed in the shallows, so you can see them feed as well as watch them as they breathe on the surface… Joe! cast off please!”

With all of the preliminaries completed, the skipper manoeuvred the boat out into the bay.

They approached the manatees’ feeding ground from the windward. Then the skipper allowed the wind to push the boat slowly over the manatees. There were a large number of manatees feeding on the various sea-grasses in these shallows. They were easily observed feeding below, and there was nearly always one or more on the surface breathing at any one time.

There was great excitement when one manatee came to the surface only a couple of feet up-wind of the boat; this excitement soon vanished however, when the manatee’s breath wafted over the tourists; it smelt like an unholy mingling of fart and cow-dung.

They drifted over them for just over half-hour before the two-way radio crackled;

“Spotter bird 1 to Watch boat 3; are you receiving? Over.”

“Watch boat 3 receiving you loud and clear, over.”

“Dolphin pod feeding 5 miles south-west of your current position, over.”

“Thanks; watch boat 3 over and out.”

Then, using the PA, skipper Jack announced, “Sorry folks, but it’s time to leave the manatees and catch the dolphin while they are still feeding.”

The skipper immediately started the engine and slowly at first, so as not to hit any manatee, headed south-west toward the feeding dolphin.

Soon they were able to see the helicopter, Spotter bird 1 hovering high above.

The skipper cut the engine and again allowed the wind to push their boat slowly amongst the feeding dolphin.

The tourists, including Jan and Emmy, hung over all sides of the boat recording each and every dolphin that swam within sight. The atmosphere aboard the boat was truly electric, with continual shouts of “Look here!” “Did you see that?” “Gee, they’re all around us!” “Hey mum; I actually saw that dolphin catch a fish!”

With her camera, Jan mostly took still photos, but sometimes she tried to capture the action. She was especially pleased when she actually managed to record a dolphin leaping completely clear of the water.

When their allocated time was up, they returned to the dock, much to the disappointment of all aboard.

Emmy took her turn at driving as they left Tampa in the middle of the afternoon. They re-joined highway i75, and headed north.

Once they had left the city and suburbs, Jan was intrigued, almost hypnotised by the look of the various fields they passed. She used her camera to photograph the patchwork of colours; sometimes blocks of newly sown brown or black soil, or squares of orange stubble; other times there were different fertile crops; green; olive; and even great swathes of yellow flowers.

However, Emmy found driving along the frequent long straight stretches extremely boring, and sought to entertain herself. She put her left hand onto her right breast and massaged her nipple through her dress.

Soon her hand slipped under to increase the pleasure. This pushed the shoulder strap down her arm, allowing the side of her dress to fall; thus revealing that she wore no bra. Her firm breast was completely exposed; its nipple stood out, erect.

Emmy moistened her index finger and second finger before returning them to her nipple. She thought, ‘Oh yeah, that’s much better.’

Her eyes concentrated on the road in front and the lanes either side; however, occasionally they flickered to the rear-view mirror to see if any traffic was approaching. At that time, the traffic was light on their side of the motorway, and at the speed she was travelling, normally they neither passed anyone nor were they overtaken by any other vehicles.

Jan complained, “Damn! Just as I pressed the shutter a couple of trees got in the way.” She concentrated on holding her camera still as she tried again.

As Emmy’s arousal increased, and the novelty of what she was doing faded; her boldness increased. She pulled her dress up until all of her thighs and her bald pussy gümüşlük escort were exposed; she never used panty. She sucked her index finger, before sending it down to find her clit and rub quickly around it.

She selected cruise control so that she could spread her legs further.

On the extremely rare occasion that a car did over-take them, Emmy thought, ‘Did the driver or passengers look this way? If so, they must have surely seen her exposed breast. Did they notice; or even care?’ The prospect of being seen gave her a wash of excitement and increased her arousal.

Emmy spread the wetness from her cunt up and down her slit, and especially over her clit, which had emerged from under its hood; it was swollen, smooth and very sensitive.

Again, she sought an extra edge to her sexual fantasy. The highway was so straight that she was able to briefly let go of the steering wheel. The first time she did this, it was just as a test. Later, she let go long enough to lift her dress up and over her head; this left her completely nude.

Jan protested, “Bugger! It happened again. I tried to take a picture of that field of lovely flowers, but just as I pressed the shutter another bloody tree got in the flaming way.”

As a 4-wheel drive came along-side, a boy passenger, about 12 years old, obviously saw every part of Emmy’s nudity. She nearly exploded with excitement during this reveal.

Again Jan protested, “Now there’s a damn car in the way!” But she continued to look that way, ready to try again as soon as the car moved on.

Emmy watched the boy’s reaction as her fingers reached deep within her cunt, leaving her thumb to rub her clit. When she brought those fingers up to her mouth, she saw the boy’s smile change; he screwed up his face and unconsciously mouthed, ‘Err, yuck’; but he continued staring until their car was completely out of sight.

“Well about time!” Jan exclaimed. “Great; I finally managed to get a good picture of those flowers.”

Emmy wasn’t really listening to Jan; she was too absorbed fingering herself. She had found that it was definitely electrifying and super exhilarating to masturbate while driving nude. She was definitely excited doing it, however she remained mindful of the need to keep control of the car.

Whenever the sun shone through the driver’s side window it lit her groin and pussy, as if the target of a spotlight; the warmth quickened her heart-rate.

When Emmy turned on her vibe, it attracted Jan’s attention.

“Damn it Em! Where’s your dress?”

Emmy grinned like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar; she turned her head and used her eyes to point toward the back seat.

Despite Jan’s protests, Emmy remained nude and used the vibe to add to her excitement.

Jan considered recording a video of Em’s wickedness, but she was worried that it could prove to be embarrassing evidence, should Em be caught.

Then they passed an empty semi-trailer truck that was travelling slightly slower in the lane on their right; ‘Could the driver, looking down through the sun-roof, see more than just her legs? Was there sufficient time for him to make out the vibe between her naked thighs?’ These thoughts made Emmy grin nervously. ‘What would happen if he phoned the police?’ She was already beyond the point of worrying about such a possibility.

Emmy’s orgasm approached and she began to breathe heavily, her mouth open and her nose dilated. “Ooh; haa; ooh; haa.”

Jan became truly scared and felt they would surely crash; so, she insisted that Em pull over and allow her to drive; but she was too late.

“Ooh; haa… UMmmm.”

Emmy had a short powerful orgasm, more frantic than normal; explosive; having a real punch; her whole body stiffened as her pussy contracted violently around the vibe; her entire body was awash with waves of pleasure. She actually did close her eyes briefly.

Their car drifted about in the lane, but not dangerously; thankfully.

Emmy was woozy for a minute. As soon as she recovered, they stopped; and she reluctantly put her dress back on.

Emmy handed the driving over to Jan.

They had barely re-joined the motorway, when Jan noticed a police car in the rear-view mirror. It approached steadily. As it passed on the left, the passenger, a police woman, looked them over thoroughly, as if she suspected something.

“Do you think someone dobbed us in?” Jan asked.

“Geez, I dun know. Guess it’s a good thing you made me put on my dress, eh?”

“Ah ha!”

Soon after, they left the highway, and followed the designated tourist drive to Cedar Hill lookout.

You would have thought that Emmy was satisfied by her earlier antics; but no. She continued to quietly finger her clit under her dress, as she imagined having her clit sucked by a nude young guy on the stage in a theatre full of cheering, shouting and whistling men.

“Em look! There’s a mob of deer grazing in the clearing.” Jan’s shout distracted Emmy from her fantasising; but, by the time she opened her eyes, they had already passed the clearing.

As they approached the bridge that crossed Flat Rock Creek, the sunset was so magnificent, that Jan parked just before the bridge.

They walked out onto the bridge, hesitating only to take selfies with the impressive sandstone towers in the background.

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Chapter V: The JRG

Author’s note: The first part of this chapter is written from Kyle’s perspective. Some of it is based on things he told me later, the rest is just me guessing what dirty thoughts were going through his head.

When you stop and think about it, you never really know someone. You might know their favorite foods and music and you can guess how they’ll react in a certain situation, but after years and years, they’ll do something that you would have never dreamed they’d do.

On the other hand, sometimes you notice something about someone long before they admit it, sometimes before they even discover it about themselves. Sherry’s attraction to other women was more like that. We hadn’t been together for very long before I realized that girls turn her on.

Let me set the scene. Sherry and I met in a psychology class at UCF. We were paired together for some stupid class project and soon discovered that we had grown up just a few blocks apart. We hit it off pretty well so I asked her out (or she asked me; I can’t remember) and we started hanging out together a lot.

After we had been going out regularly for about a month, a friend gave me two passes to Busch Gardens. We skipped class and headed over to Tampa on a Thursday to avoid the crowds, but the park was packed anyway. But we had fun riding the roller coasters and winning a big toy tiger and making faces at the apes; the whole touristy deal.

In the afternoon, a big thunderhead rolled in out of nowhere, sending the sunburned masses hurrying for the front gate before the sky opened up. We thought about leaving but decided to wait out the summer storm and enjoy the shorter lines once the rain had passed. Big juicy drops began to fall just as we passed a covered amphitheater, so we ran inside.

As luck would have it, a show was about to start. I avoid these attraction shows like the plague because they’re usually pretty bad. This one seemed to be no exception. It began with a bunch of mediocre clowns falling over each other and doing ancient pie-in-the-face type stuff. I tried to maneuver into a comfortable napping position on the steel bench with little success. After a while, a rag-tag group of acrobats joined the clowns. I was unimpressed with the new group as well – that is, until I noticed the performer who will be forever known as the Jump Rope Girl, or JRG.

The JRG really stood out from the rest on the group, and not only because the clowns and most of the jump ropers were guys. In fact, the only other female member of the whole troupe was a middle-aged woman who looked so much like an older version of the JRG that she had to be her mom. Even in a pack of other girls, though, I would have spotted the JRG first.

She was tall and slender and obviously in very good shape with the long, tone muscles characteristic of a gymnast or dancer. The MC had said the group was from Russia or Slovenia or somewhere (I hadn’t been paying much attention) and her pixie-like face had a hint of somewhere far away. If she was from a colder clime, though, she’d been spending a lot of time in the Florida sun because her cheeks glowed with a golden tan. Her dark hair was long and tied into two pigtails that hung down just past her shoulders. That hairstyle made her look younger, but I guessed she was around 17 or 19 or so.

The JRG wore a tight white bodysuit with outdated 80s-style colorful splashes and a little skirt. The bodysuit was long sleeved and long legged, going down to her graceful wrists and bare feet. The front of her costume had a modest U-neck that revealed only a little cleavage but presented her youthful breasts very nicely. They were lovely – pert, perfectly shaped, and just the right size for her body with absolutely no sag.

Her attractive body got my attention, but it was the way she moved which held it. As the other performers went through their short routines, she bided her time wiggling her hips and playfully dancing to the canned music. It wasn’t much, but she moved her nubile body with such effortless sexiness that I couldn’t turn away. She was one of those people with an air of absolutely natural and unforced sexuality about them, someone who could be drinking her coffee at 6AM with a hangover and a bad case of morning hair and still manage to make you jealous of her looks.

As bodrum escort she shimmied lazily at the back of the stage, the JRG seemed to be in her own special world. I wanted to go there on vacation.

When the JRG took her turn at center stage and began to skip rope, she aggressively revealed her animal magnetism to the whole crowd. It quickly became obvious that she wasn’t wearing any kind of bra because her beautiful breasts bounced wildly with each hop. They were supple and firm at the same time; rising majestically then quickly snapping back into position, only to boing! up again with her next jump. The amount of cleavage visible above her costume varied widely through the up and down cycle. Her boobs threatened to escape from the confines of her bodysuit again and again but came up tantalizingly short each time. I’ve seen several gymnastics events and dance recitals, but I’ve never seen anything as brazenly eye-catching as the JRG’s magical chest before or since.

All too quickly, she stepped back to let another performer have a turn and resumed her subtle dancing.

Suddenly, a pang of guilt hit me as I remembered that I was ogling the JRG with my new girlfriend sitting right beside me. I peeked over, expecting an evil eye or a smack on the arm, but Sherry wasn’t paying attention to me at all. With real amazement, I realized that she was staring right at the JRG with the same look of longing that I had probably worn just a moment before.

Sherry must have felt my eyes on her because she turned her head and grinned sheepishly. “She’s having fun,” she mumbled by way of explanation. I didn’t know quite how to react but figured that if it was ok for my girlfriend to eyeball the beautiful acrobat, it was ok for me, too.

And the JRG didn’t disappoint. She joined a group of performers doing complicated steps inside two long spinning ropes, turning a few times so everyone in the small audience could get another good look at her bounding beauties. Then she did something even better; she flipped over into a handstand and skipped a single rope upside down. Besides letting her breasts descend until her nipples were only millimeters away from becoming visible under the bright spotlights, this position flipped up her skirt. I guess I expected her to be wearing some kind of panties underneath because my heart almost stopped when I saw she wasn’t — all that covered her nether regions was that amazing spandex bodysuit. Her costume was so tight on her nimble body that it almost seemed painted on. It emphasized and accentuated every curve and muscle of her shapely ass and legs and even revealed the distinct outline of the lovely mound between her powerful thighs.

I glanced over at Sherry. She stared at the upturned girl with an expression of pure rapture, her face slightly flushed. When the JRG flipped back onto her feet, the small crowd cheered much more loudly that you’d expect for a simple trick.

Soon afterwards, the show came to a close and each performer took a final bow. When it was her turn, the JRG made sure to bounce her assets one last time, even doing a couple of high kicks to flip up her skirt.

I got the sudden impression that she knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed teasing the crowd. Perhaps the fact that her traveling company consisted of her mother and a bunch of gay men (well, they looked gay) had incited her into expressing her sexuality to strangers. Or maybe her mother encouraged her alluring daughter’s displays to generate more engagements for the otherwise unexciting troupe. Whatever the motives, the audience (including Sherry) applauded with enthusiastic approval.

The sky was clearing and the rain down to a light drizzle when we left the theater, but Sherry said that she was “tired” and thought we should head on out rather than wait for the weather. When we got to the car, she asked me to stop at her parents’ house (which was nearby) to get a CD she’d forgotten. Realizing that the house was probably still empty at that hour, I began to figure out what she really had in mind. My lustful suspicions made it hard to focus on the road.

As soon as we got to the house and the front door closed behind us, we were all over each other. We had never gone beyond kissing and a little groping, turgut reis escort but in a few minutes, we were on Sherry’s bed humping away. Her parents arrived home about an hour later, but we had been so frantically horny that we each came a couple of times and had time to clean up and cool off before they showed up. Our excellent timing also earned us a free dinner.

We didn’t get back to Orlando until well after dark. Sherry invited me up to her apartment, where we repeated our earlier performance in her other bedroom. Only this time, we slowed our frenzied pace and really enjoyed exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. I guess she hadn’t been so tired after all.

We haven’t talked about the JRG since, but I’ve never forgotten her public show — or the private shows that followed. I’ve always wondered if Sherry remembers her as well as I do. One day, I’ll have to ask her…

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After the disappointment of the interrupted seduction of Jen, Sherry put aside the thought of fulfilling her fantasies for a while. Her best friend and object of hidden desire had returned to Washington and Sherry had no other real candidates for the position. She couldn’t bring herself to make a move on her other friends or co-workers and she wasn’t quite desperate enough to trawl a “lesbo” club or put an ad in the “woman to woman” section of the personals. So she tried to focus on her job and ignore the warm feeling between her legs that still appeared whenever she saw a particularly attractive woman or remembered that wild night at Beach Bunnies. Her sex life with Kyle began to suffer as well. It was good, but she had felt so close to expanding her horizons that the same old thing just wasn’t very exciting any more.

The previous year, they had celebrated the anniversary of their first date. Kyle planned a bigger night out for their 2nd anniversary, but she soon realized that “bigger” actually meant “more expensive”. He took her to the best restaurant in town and then to some classy high-end clubs she’d never visited and hadn’t really wanted to go. Even after a few glasses of wine, she wasn’t much in the mood to fool around when he coyly asked her back to his apartment.

But she played along. They had indifferent sex missionary-style, which she enjoyed but not much. Sherry was wondering how she could politely escape from his tiny bed and get back to her apartment for a good night’s sleep when he said something very surprising.

“Remember the jump rope girl?” Kyle asked casually. He was lying behind her and whispered into her ear, kissing it while waiting for her response.

“Who?” she replied, honestly having no idea what he was talking about.

“At Busch Gardens way back when. The girl who almost bounced out of her costume.”

Sherry’s eyes widened. She hadn’t thought about the JRG in a long time, but now the vision of that gorgeous acrobat in tight spandex rushed back into her mind. “Oh,” she mumbled, “that jump rope girl.”

“You thought she was hot, didn’t you? Remember when she started jumping? I thought you’d catch a fly your jaw dropped so far.”

Sherry blushed furiously. “It did not…”

“Oh, yes it did. You thought I didn’t notice, but I did. You’d think she’d have some decency, but I think she enjoyed letting her boobs bounce around. You seemed to enjoy it, too.” He kissed her ear again and she let out a quick breath. “And remember when she did a handstand and her tiny little skirt flip upside down? She just had that bodysuit on underneath and it was so tight it looked like somebody had dipped her in white paint. You seemed to enjoy that, too.”

“Hmmm…” Sherry remembered the JRG’s athletic legs and ass very well. She also remembered how the spandex clung to the girl’s crotch, revealing to Sherry’s discerning eye that the performer’s public display had caused her labia to swell with excitement under the tightly stretched material. The image lingered in Sherry’s mind, bringing with it feelings she’d tried to repress over the preceding few weeks.

Kyle’s stiffening hot member probed the back of her thighs and she opened them almost unconsciously. He gently but firmly pulled her into a kneeling position. She was very wet when he slipped türkbükü escort into her from behind.

“What would you do if she was right there in the doorway?” he asked. Sherry stared at the dark hall outside of Kyle’s bedroom, trying to imagine the JRG stepping into view wearing her sexy costume, her cute pigtails hanging innocently. “Would you like that?” he continued, now sliding slowly in and out of Sherry as she faced the door on all fours.

“Yeah…” she whispered, and he knew he had pushed the right buttons.

“Would you like her to come closer?”

“Yeah…” Sherry imagined the girl slowly striding towards the bed, her dancer’s muscles rippling under the spandex.

“Would you like her to take off her skirt?” Kyle thrusted harder now.

“Oh, yeah…” Sherry imagined what the girl’s costume would look like without the skirt, the long and curvy lines of her body unbroken and outlined by the tight suit.

“She’s jumping a little for you,” Kyle suggested. It sounded like a chauvinist send-up from the “Man Show,” but Sherry played out the mental image and moaned softly with approval.

“I think she’s getting excited, too. Tell me what she’s doing.”

Sherry was more turned on than she’d been since they fucked right outside Jen’s door. Her usually hidden fantasies began to flow once again. “She’s running her hands up her sides, up and down her costume.”

“Up to her tits?” Kyle hardly ever used the word, and hearing it further broke down Sherry’s inhibitions.

“Yeah, she’s cupping them for us, pushing them up, squeezing them through her suit,” Sherry breathed.

“Is she trying to push them out of her costume?”

“I just see the edge of her nipple. She noticed it now and pulled it all the way free. She pinched it for me.”

“Is she licking it?”

The thought sent another tingle down Sherry’s spine. “Yeah, her tongue can barely reach it but she’s trying.”

“Did I hear her suit rip?”

Another tingle. “Yeah, it’s torn a little right down the middle. She ripped it more on purpose and she’s playing with both of her tits now.”

“What do they look like?” Kyle asked, sounding like he’d love to see them himself.

Sherry had dreamed about the JRG’s barely-covered breasts many times and answered without even thinking. “They’re kinda small and round and her nipples are dark and hard and beautiful. She’s shaking them for me.”

“Tell her to show you more.”

“She’s ripping her costume more now. I can see down to her belly button. She’s got great abs.”

“Where are her hands?”

“They’re going down her body…”

“Do you want to see her pussy?”

“Oh, yes…” Sherry closed her eyes. “Her hands are all over it now.”

“Tell her to move them.”

“She did, and her costume fell down to her knees. Her pussy is beautiful.”

“Tell me what it looks like.”

“It’s smooth and puffy and wonderful and really really wet…”

Kyle was pounding piston-like into Sherry now. “What does she want you to do? What do you want to do?”

“Eat her pussy…” Sherry gasped.

“She kicked off her costume…. she sat on the bed…” Kyle suggested.

“She’s spreading her legs for me…”

“Eat that cunt!” Kyle cried, and Sherry licked the air with gusto. He reached down to his girlfriend’s crotch to moisten his hand and held it in front of her face. She attacked it desperately, her passions inflamed even further by the tangy taste of her own juices in her mouth. Kyle lost his balance and had to put his hand down on the bed, but Sherry ran her hand up her soaked inner thigh, then feverishly swirled her tongue in and around the imitation cunny formed by the slit between her own wet fingers.

Sherry could feel her climax rushing forward as her boyfriend’s sweaty skin slapped repeatedly against her bare ass, forcing his cock deep inside her again and again. “Is she coming?” he practically yelled.

“Yesss!” she hissed in reply, her tongue still dancing, her eyes still closed, her imagination and senses combining to overwhelm her with the simulation of a beautiful girl’s burning pussy on her mouth while her boyfriend pumped her from behind. The sensation of Kyle’s cum gushing deep within her pushed her over the edge. Sherry cried out, and she could swear she heard another girl’s voice join hers in ecstatic harmony.

When the room stopped spinning, she opened her eyes and realized that it was just her and Kyle collapsed in a sweaty pile on his bed. Yet somehow, her mindset had changed completely.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispered.

“You brat,” she said playfully, and turned to show him her appreciation.

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This happened to me about five years ago, but it’s not the kind of thing you forget. Sofia and I had gone to one of our parking spots overlooking the city of X. (in Europe, as you’ll see), but it was a warm, even sultry night, so we got out of the car to get some air. There was half a moon behind thin clouds. I pinned Sofia against the side of the car and kissed her, and pressed my hand to her breast. Another car drove up. That wouldn’t necessarily have stopped us, but we decided to go for a walk in the woodsy park nearby. We had walked there once in the day, and we knew there was a cute little gazebo in a secluded spot not too far away.

There were two other couples there, 20-somethings (we’re in our 30s), maybe double dating, though not sitting side by side. The gazebo was hexagonal, with wooden benches and railings. We took a place in the empty third, equidistant from the others; we said a quiet hello. The others had been chatting and perhaps making out; the men had their arms around the women’s shoulders, but everyone still had all their clothes on. Sofia and I talked softly, in English, about nothing in particular, just to get the feel of the situation. The other couples started kissing, and that was good enough for us. We did the same, but we knew we were being watched, which (as always) excited us. Soon my hand slipped off a shoulder to cup a breast, and slowly fondled and pressed and caressed it through Sofia’s t-shirt.

Did I mention that it was a lycra t-shirt with a provocative series of (designer) holes in it, worn without a bra? And that Sofia has beautiful full breasts? The men must have seen me stroking those shapely titties, and I just loved pushing them around through the lycra and sometimes lining my fingers up with the holes for a feel of skin. I could feel Sofia’s nipples become erect, and I knew they could be seen lara escort clearly poking against the stretchy fabric in the half-moonlight. I was turning Sofia on — I could tell by the pressure of her kisses and the way she leaned her head back and raised her chest to me — and I slipped a hand under her t-shirt until I had a breast full in my fingers. The feel of that hard nipple made my cock throb. Sofia read my mind and put her hand over my cock, hard as a bone inside my jeans (for convenience sake, I was going commando).

I stole a look at the other couples. The girls had their eyes closed, but the guys were watching us. I smiled at them. They both started stroking their girls’ breasts as I watched. That made the girls open their eyes (and I looked away, but I knew the girls would see what I was doing to Sofia). Knowing I had an audience, I dropped my fondling hand and began to raise Sofia’s t-shirt. That made her take notice. She saw that the others were making out too, and I knew what she wanted. In moments I was sucking one, then both nipples and then kissing her on the throat so the other couples could her a good look at her heaving chest, at those beautiful tits and those fully erect nipples, just glistening a little from my sucking. I knew that the guys would be feasting on the sight.

Sofia surprised me by suddenly swinging a leg over mine and straddling me and kissing me hard, her t-shirt still rolled up over her tits. She was wearing a thong and a loose, pleated skirt. I could feel the heat from her crotch right on top of the bulge in my pants: the lap dancer’s pose. I held her by the shoulders and buried my head in her breasts, sucking her nipples to my heart’s content and (I knew) sending her into a zone of no return.

I dropped my hands to her ass and slowly and deliberately serik escort gathered up the fabric of her skirt. I could look over her shoulder at the other couples. One girl’s blouse was all unbuttoned and her bra was raised and her tits were being pawed. The other girl was stroking her boyfriend’s pants as her rubbed her between the legs through her shorts.

Soon they were all watching Sofia’s skirt being raised. Sofia didn’t mind. She was beginning to rock on my cock, just a layer of blue denim away. I tucked Sofia’s skirt into the top of her thong, fully exposing her firm, round cheeks. That left my hands free to caress that ass and to play with that thong. I slipped my finger underneath it, then all the way underneath until I felt her hot, wet pussy. My middle finger was wet and slippery, and I dragged it across Sofia’s rosebud and let it lightly massage that tender spot. I could feel the heat as I let my finger linger there. Sofia responded with a sigh and a couple of dragging thrusts up and down the length of my cock.

The other girls suddenly straddled their men to do the same thing! We were playing Simon Says, it seemed. Simon says take your top off. I slipped Sofia’s t-shirt off over her head, and soon the other girls were also naked to the waist. They were both sexy girls, one with a tattoo at the base of her spine. I wanted to get a better look at their breasts, but I was already occupied showing Sofia off. Down came the thong, requiring Sofia briefly to stand, She was gorgeous half-naked in her skirt, and she knew it.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and out sprang my engorged cock. Sofia was on the pill; no need for a condom. I didn’t expect what came next. She knelt down and started to suck and stroke me. The other guys had a side view and were watching intently. antalya escort One of the girl’s pants were already peeled down, exposing her lacy panties. Then they came off. I took my shirt off. We all realized it was too hot to keep our clothes on.

Sofia stood up and sat on me. I slid into her: so smooth and satiny, and my shaft was as hard as an axe handle. She began to ride me immediately. I unhooked her skirt and twirled it off. She was completely naked now. She didn’t care that she was being watched; on the contrary, I knew she enjoyed it. And what the others saw — and they were all looking, the girls back over their shoulders — was her long back and swelling ass plunging down on my swollen cock from tip to base, again and again.

Sofia was moaning now too, and I was out of my mind with excitement, holding her by the shoulders, by the hips, or letting my fingers drift down her back and brush past her anus until I met the wetness flowing out of her and brought it back up on the return trip and deposited it on that tight, hot, puckery spot in full view of the watchers. The touch of that oozy liquid there at the tip of my probing middle finger began to bring on orgasm, and as she began to ride hard and come, I pushed my finger into her (which triggered my own intense coming) and right there in the woods she gave a cry of pleasure so loud it frightened all of us. She shook, and she rode on; she was still coming, and her cries broke into something like sobs and then into sighs.

The other girls wanted the same experience, and I watched them do their best to get it. They took charge of those guys and used them, and I got the impression the guys weren’t used to that level of aggression from their girls. The girls grabbed the wooden railings and came down hard and fast on those men. The sight was so sexy to me that I was soon stiff as a rail again myself, and Sofia took full advantage. I don’t know who came first or last, but that gazebo was rocking. I noticed that our sounds had attracted a couple of voyeurs. They kept their distance but saw the triple double climaxes at the end; and added their own.

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Amy lay in bed thinking about how her day had gone.

First noteworthy thing that happened that morning was her roommate Cassie telling her it was time to fulfill her obligation for the lost bet Amy had made over the weekend.

Along with her declaration Cassie had handed her a pair of shorts and told Amy that she had to wear them all day.

Looking over the garment Amy could tell they were going to ride higher than any shorts she had ever worn before. When she put them on following her morning shower she saw her assumption had been correct.

The shorts were extremely form fitting, kind of like a pair of tight yoga pants with the legs cut off. And they were short, like really short. Looking in the mirror she could see the bottom thirds of her butt cheeks were exposed.

Still the challenge wasn’t a huge surprise. As their first year at college had progressed Amy had come to realize her roommate loved to put Amy in embarrassing situations.

There was the time she had finished her shower only to discover that someone had taken her towel. It was annoying, but since her room was only a couple of doors down the hall and she was living in a girls dormitory it wasn’t like none of the other residents hadn’t seen a naked girl before.

Thus it took several seconds after she stepping inside to realize that somehow Cassie had somehow snuck two guys into their room.

An independent observer would have been hard pressed to decide who was the most shocked.

The observer would have been easily able to exclude Cassie since she was clearly enjoying the situation. However the two guys and Cassie were all equally stunned.

Maybe a couple of jocks or popular guys could have dealt with the sight more casually, but these were the kind of guys who almost never got to hang around with the sexy girls on campus. And no one would deny that Amy had a very sexy body. Five foot, six with blonde hair that fell to the tops of her breasts, a cute face and a body that reflected her enjoyment of working out.

Cassie was also quite attractive and when they first met Amy had assumed that Cassie would hang around with the “in” crowd, but she came to learn that Cassie was more at home with guys that would have been referred to as “nerds” back in high school.

Amy was pleasantly surprised to discover that a benefit to Cassie’s friendships with these guys was their willingness to help her when she was having trouble with some homework assignment.

However walking into her room stark naked only to discover two of Cassie’s male friends standing there obviously both shocked and thrilled at the show she was providing prevented Amy incapable of reacting quickly.

Fortunately the few seconds it took her to react provided her a chance to decide how to handle the situation. Acting of if it weren’t a big deal she calmly reached over on her bed and picked up the missing towel. She causally dried off and got dressed.

Brushing her hair and various other tasks, Amy left the room as calmly as possible. However once she was down in the lobby she had to take a chair to avoid collapsing on the floor.

Part of her was pissed that Cassie had tricked her into showing herself naked to two strange guys and she debating about telling someone in authority. This could have lead to Cassie being expelled from the college since males were only permitted to enter the building between 4:30 and 8:00 weekday evening and only between 12:00 and 8:00PM on weekends. There were additional requirements such as they had to sign in and out. They had to be escorted by a dorm resident at all times. Also any room a male was in was required to have the door completely open. If any male were find in the building at any other time or in a room with the door closed they could face punishments up to and including being kicked out of the college. At the start of every year a few guys were caught and punished until everyone realized the school was dead serious about these rules.

On the other hand a different part of her was shaking not from anger, but from excitement. Amy would never flashed a guy on her own, much less two. The feeling of showing off her naked body to strangers was so damn erotic.

She wondered what the guys were thinking. Were they excited or embarrassed? Did they wish she had stayed longer or that it hadn’t happened? Would they be masturbating to the memory of her tonight? Had any guy ever pictured her while he was masturbating before?

She started imagining which guys in her high school might have jacked off to her naked image.

About twenty minutes later Cassie came downstairs. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was afraid of what Amy might have done.

Cassie told Amy that the guys were gone and asked if she wanted to come back up to their room and discuss what had happened.

She was obviously relieved when Amy stood up and walked over to the stairs. When they were back in the room and the door was closed Cassie explained.

She told antalya rus escort Amy that the two guys had helped her out immensely with a project for one of her classes. She had decided to give them a peek at herself naked, but couldn’t figure out a way to do it that would seem accidental. The only thing she could figure out was to sneak them into the room and do a striptease for them. The bad thing was undoubtedly the story would spread all over campus and everyone would think she was some kind of slut.

She had gotten the guys into the room and just as she was about to start stripping she had spotted Amy’s towel laying on her bed. Knowing that Amy took a shower every morning she guessed that’s where Amy was.

She had argued with herself mentally. It was her responsibility to pay back the guys, but it would look much better when the story went around campus if the guys had gotten their look accidentally. She was still mentally debating what to do when Amy walked into the room totally bare-assed.

Cassie had expected Amy to freak out, but instead Amy had played it off as no big thing.

After Amy had left Cassie had gotten the guys to swear they wouldn’t tell anyone, telling them that if the authorities found out they had been in the room when they weren’t supposed to be there all of them might get expelled. She hoped they would be able to keep their adventure to themselves, but she couldn’t guarantee it.

Cassie ended her tale by saying she would do anything Amy wanted in return for not telling anyone that she had violated the rules.

Amy thought about it and said first she wanted to know what the guys had said after she left.

Cassie told her that they had been jabbering about had sexy Amy was. They said her titties were stunning and her ass was fantastic. They regretted now getting a better view of her pussy, but what they had seen was pretty sweet.

Cassie added that they had been amazed how calmly she had reacted to their presence. They said that it must be nice to know that everyone would love your body so you didn’t have to be afraid of what people would think.

Amy laughed at that idea. She never considered herself like that. Then Amy told Cassie to explain how she had gotten the guys up to their room without anyone getting caught.

Cassie said that her older sister had gone to the same school and while she was attending had stayed in this dorm. While here she and some other girls had discovered that there was a staircase in the back of the building that nobody ever used. Apparently it had been an old fire escape, but somehow everyone had forgotten about it.

The door to the outside was behind some storage tanks and somebody at one time had stacked a bunch of stuff in front of it. There was one spot where you could slip in behind the pile of junk and get to the door. It was locked so it had to be opened by someone on the inside.

Amy asked why no one had discovered the stairwell’s existence by the doors on each floor.

Cassie said that someone and painted a sign on the door on each level saying “dirty linen” so nobody ever tried them. Plus there was a lock on each door. She went on to say that her sister had learned how to pick the locks and in turn had taught Cassie how.

Then Cassie asked Amy how she had felt when she walked in naked in front of two guys.

Amy replied that she had been pissed that Cassie had stolen her towel while she was in the communal bathroom and tricked her into displaying her naked body in front of Cassie’s friends. However she had decided that she wasn’t going to give Cassie the pleasure of seeing her freak out so that why she had calmly dried off and gotten dressed.

Amy went to say that she had considered turning Cassie and the guys in, but at some point she remembered that she was the one who left the towel in the room. Therefore it wasn’t really Cassie’s fault that Amy had been naked when she came back to the room.

Cassie then asked if that’s why she hadn’t told on her and the guys.

Amy confessed that there had also been an intense excitement about being seen completely naked by two strange guys.

Cassie laughed and said it seems like Amy might have a streak of exhibitionism. After that incident Cassie seemed to look for opportunities to explore Amy’s exhibitionist side.

Which is part of how Amy found herself later standing on a street corner waiting for the green light so she and the others standing there could cross as she felt a breeze caress the exposed portions of her ass.

In addition to the shorts Cassie had insisted Amy wear a matching sleeveless t-shirt. On the back of the t-shirt Cassie had written “lost a bet” and had drawn an arrow pointing down towards Amy’s ineffectively concealed tushie. Amy didn’t fail to notice that all the guys had stepped back behind her to eye her display.

One of the other girls had moved behind her to give Amy a little privacy, but Amy had told her belek escort that as much as she appreciated the gesture everyone was going to get a look sooner or later so she might as well let everyone get their chance now. The girl had moved to Amy’s side giving the group behind them their uninterrupted view.

The girl asked Amy what the bet had been. Amy replied her and her roommate’s high school teams had played a match over the weekend. Amy and Cassie had made a bet on whose team would win. The loser had to wear an outfit the other would choose.

Amy said that if her team had won she would have made her roommate wear a silly costume. Unfortunately Amy’s team had lost, hence the cheeky display.

The girl had laughed at Amy’s description.

The light finally changed and everyone started forward. Amy was on the side of the group closest to the intersection. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when there was a huge crash.

Everyone turned at the noise to see that a truck had run into the back of a car waiting to make a left hand turn.

Any question as to what caused the crash was quickly erased as the truck driver loudly proclaimed that it was worth it to watch that ass wiggle.

Amy added an extra little flip of her hips as the group continued crossing.

During the walk to her class there were other incidents, but nothing as bad as the crash. One guy walked into a light pole while he was distracted. One guy was staring at Amy’s show until his girlfriend slapped him upside the head. One girl tripped and fell down when she unintentionally stepped off the curb while not paying attention.

Finally Amy got to her class. She was glad it was mathematics since she was naturally gifted in that subject.

When the class settled down the professor walked up to the board and wrote out an equation. Then she stepped away. She turned to the students and called out for a volunteer. As normal nobody moved.

Looking around she spotted Amy. With a slight grin she called Amy to come down and work out the problem.

If Amy had hoped to be inconspicuous she was out of luck. She hoped the professor might change her mind, but it wasn’t to be.

Face a dark red color Amy walked down to the board and started studying the equation. At first there was a silence as Amy walked down, but by the time she reached the board everyone was talking.

A quick glance behind herself showed Amy that the vast majority of her fellow students had their phones out and they were recording her quavering ass.

Her only escape was to focus on the equation. As she wrote out the steps to solve the equation she got completely involved in solving the problem. So when she accidentally dropped the marker she unthinkingly bend over to pick it up. If there had been any chance that the others might stop recording that thought went right out the window.

Whereas the lower third of her butt had been exposed before, now fully half of each cheek was in plain sight.

All the time Amy was still fixated on the problem. It took her a little over ten minutes to get it worked out. Every moment of her time at the board her exposed fanny was being filmed by dozens of cell phones.

When she finished Amy stepped away from the board and the professor studied what she had finished. Amy was shocked when all of her work was quickly wiped off.

She whispered to Amy to step behind the podium and pull down her shorts. When she reached behind herself Amy was shocked to discover how much she was showing. A third had been bad, but over half was worst. When she finished the instructor told her to return to her seat.

After Amy was seated the professor told the class they had the same amount of time it had taken Amy to solve the problem to solve it themselves. Anyone she caught using their cell phones to solve it, whether using the calculator app or reviewing the videos they had film while Amy was up front, would get an automatic zero for the day.

Amy was exempt as she had already solved the problem.

Not surprisingly only a couple finished it. Three were caught trying to use their phones and got the promised zeros for the day.

As the class was walking out at the end of class Amy heard several comments. Some were demeaning, but she figured they were from people who had failed the test or were jealous.

Her favorite was the guy who said, “I’d take a zero any day for a chance to watch the that gorgeous ass shaking like that especially when Amy bent over and poked out those cheeks at me.” Others quickly claimed that Amy had been displaying her ass for them too.

Her next class was Human Psychology. She had hoped to be able to maintain a lower profile this time, but that desire was destroyed when the professor called her up front.

The professor had Amy stand in the center of the podium. Then using her remote turned the lights down before clicking on a spotlight that made Amy to unmistakable center of kepez escort attention.

She had Amy make a slow rotation. Amy stopped when she was facing the other students, but the professor had her turn around.

Then the professor asked for comments.

Someone said “slut”. Which was quickly condemned by the rest.

Someone said “showoff”. There was mixed response to this comment.

Someone else said, “honorable”. The professor asked the speaker to explain.

A voice Amy didn’t recognize explained. The person said that Amy had made a bet and when she lost she didn’t welsh like a less honorable person would have tried to do. Instead she was fulfilling her obligation even though it was obvious that she was uncomfortable with the payoff. There was general agreement with this observation.

There were some more comments, then someone called out for the professor to have Amy bend over like she had in math class.

The professor asked Amy to explain. Amy told her that while she had been up at the board working on an equation she had accidentally dropped the marker and because she had been so focused on solving the problem on the board she had unthinkingly bend over to pick it up. She hadn’t noticed at the time, but that had left about half of each cheek exposed.

The professor asked how she felt about that. Amy replied that she hadn’t noticed it until the other professor pointed it out.

Then the professor asked her what she would have done if she had noticed the change. Amy replied that she didn’t know.

The professor said, “Let’s find out. Bend down and pretend to retie your shoes, but when you stand up keep your hands away from your body.”

Amy decided she wasn’t going to do it like she had done the last time and instead of bending over from the waist, she squatted.

What she hadn’t taken into consideration was this posture actually put more stretch on the shorts and when she stood up nearly two-thirds of each buttock was showing.

From the other students reactions Amy could tell she was exposing more than she had hoped and started to reach back to adjust her shorts. However before the professor could tell her not to Amy stopped herself.

Then the professor asked for comments. The same voice that had suggested she bend over said this time it was even better.

There were a number of comments which were discussed for what seemed like hours to Amy as she stood there in the spot light with the majority of her butt on display.

Finally the professor turned off the spot light and brought up the other lights. She told the students to think about this class and to type up a three page paper on their conclusion.

As the others were gathering up their stuff the professor called Amy over. At last she let Amy pulled down the shorts. Then she told Amy she wanted her to write her report on what emotions she had been experiencing while up on stage.

When Amy left the class most of her classmates were waiting for her. Everyone wanted to know what she had been thinking while she was on stage and especially after she had knelt down.

She felt it was her responsibility to be honest so she told them that she had experienced a wide range of emotions. Everything from fear to humiliation to excitement, back to fear. When asked about the excitement she said it wasn’t like happiness excitement, it was more of a fear excitement. Kind of like when you ride a roller coaster and the feeling you have right before it makes the first huge drop.

After answering more questions Amy said that she needed to grab a bite to eat before her next class. Most moved off, but a few walked with her to a nearby pizza joint.

They were almost there when they heard a loud “Shit” comment behind them. Everyone turned around and discovered a guy on a bicycle had ridden his bike over a storm drain cover and the front wheel had fallen into one of the gaps that allowed the water to drain through.

Amy ran over and knelt down beside him. She asked him if he were alright and he sheepishly replied that he had been so focused on her bouncing butt that he never noticed the drain. He said he was okay and Amy rejoined the others.

She pretended not to notice that the shorts had pulled up once again and she was now showing a sizable amount of bare butt.

One of the girls noticed the display and slipped up behind Amy as they were crowding in the door. She reached over and gave Amy a little slap on the ass. Amy pretended not to have notice which encouraged the girl, who reached down, gripped the edges of Amy’s shorts and jerked them up even higher.

Amy wasn’t sure, but it felt like each cheek was now completely exposed.

A finger slid across where the bottom of the shorts stopped and the top of the ass began.

Now Amy was sure she was showing as much ass as she would’ve been if she were wearing a string bikini.

Still she pretended not to notice. When the others sat down on the stools lining the counter she did too.

She could feel the cracked vinyl pressing against her ass and she knew there was still more ass showing above the seat.

There was a fairly constant stream of people going in and out and several times she felt a hand touch her ass. Sometimes it was a quick rub, sometimes it was a light pinch, and few were light slaps.

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I’m retired now. Have been for a few years, but I haven’t acted very retired until recently. I am 62, widowed, and formerly a process engineer. I retired a little after my 56th birthday.

My wife Meg and I were always very happy, but we always stayed way to busy. That was why I was not very retired. About 2 years ago, she passed away suddenly. At first, I was too shaken to stay busy, but eventually, I just realized that the more I stayed busy, the lonelier my life remained. I needed to slow down and smell some flowers and coffee. BOTH!

Megs and I had gone to nudist camps and vacation resorts when she was alive, but it was never a huge thing to us, though we enjoyed it a lot. But, on the other hand, it was not convenient to our go-go-go lifestyle. But we had felt some of our calmest and closest times in our nudist hobbies, so I did the unexpected and 6 months after she passed, I found a park model for sale at Broke Oak River Resort and I bought it!

So that background brings me to this story today. I have now lived here for over 2 years and I want to write down some of my experiences and capture future events to share with you. I usually won’t need to worry about sequence and will just tell stories as I recall them or as they happen. But this story will sort of set the scene for everything, so I invite you to read it first.

Broke Oak is near San Antonio, off the highway to Del Rio, maybe 12 miles on a county road. It butts against a river of reasonable size. The river loops around 3 sides of the resort and fence and greenbelt provide the resort with the rest of its muratpaşa escort privacy.

I have a 32 foot Olympic that has been well kept and somewhat refurbished and upgraded. I enjoy cooking and my refurbed kitchen is the best in the whole resort. The owner’s wife, Betty, uses my kitchen to cook the main dishes for the monthly potluck. I help her, but she pilot’s that flight, for sure. Her husband Ted is my friend and trusts and understands.

Of course we cook nude, and I love to watch her move around as she cooks. I mean parts shift and sway and jiggle. It’s a wonder I don’t get dizzy. Betty knows I watch and she knows I am attracted, but we never cross the line, except in being open in our talk. We both say what hits our mind. We enjoy it, and we let it be at that. She looks, too. And although my dick is available to be seen any time, she sees different angles and positions. And she sees closeups. But for some reason, Betty is an ass-woman, she likes to see my ass, so I oblige and let her look. Why is looking so much fun when everyone’s nude already? Not sure, but maybe it is that it is not polite in normal nude settings to really look, you are supposed to act like you can’t see even though everyone knows you can…

Every so often we’ll be cooking and will have 15 or 30 minutes to wait, so we’ll grab a cup of coffee or iced tea and sit and talk. These are great times. When we sit in the breakfast nook, we always sit on the bench, turned toward each other, one arm and leg on the bench. This puts genitals wide open and antalya anal yapan escort visible. We would both look, sometimes discretely and sometimes pretty openly. But we never commented or talked about what we saw, we just appreciated. I truly loved the way her inner labia extended out beyond her outer lips and that they looked so much like flower petals…

Many, many nudist conversations center on the nude lifestyle, how we or others got into it, and why we like it so much. During one of these conversations, she said as simply as could be that she liked to watch my dick go through various stages of soft, semi-hard, and hard when we were having our talks. She said she appreciated my openness to let her see and enjoy. I responded that I loved to see her labia and imagine how they felt and tasted.

When I said that, Betty squirmed and after she sat still again, I noticed her labia were visibly moister and darker — I was totally hard by then and Betty was looking solidly at my cock.

“Do you suppose … ” she started.

Not sure where she was going, I quickly interrupted that I didn’t think I could, because I could never betray Ted.

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of doing any of that.” Betty countered. “I was thinking of other things. Do you think we could watch each other masturbate without getting carried away?”

“I bet we could … ” I tried back.

Betty slipped a hand onto her pussy and with two fingers, opened her outer labia. Then with her middle finger she drew her inner labia antalya merkez escort open slightly. Finally, she took the hand away and licked her finger while I watched.

I reached down and held my cock in my hand, softly pumping it once or twice and then stretching the skin, I pulled on it. My circumcised head got more enlarged, reddened, and the opening seemed to wink at Betty.

Both of us had crossed the line, not terribly, but enough to make this much okay and within our newly defined limits.

“Can we touch each other at all?” I asked.

“Not now, not today. But maybe we can some other time, let me think about it.”

So with so little in the way of planning and only the no-touch rule, we sat and watched each other – performed for each other – and had magnificent orgasms shared as we watched and shuddered.

When Betty circled her clit with her right index finger, I was hypnotized at the involuntary shudders running throughout her frame. And then as her left hand put first two, then three fingers in her pussy, my breathing stopped. Betty noted my attention and when she removed her fingers and put them in her mouth, I came three spurts along my knee, thigh, and calf. The spurts were followed by a short flow of more cum — during which she began to cum hard, holding her breath with a prolonged “yyyyessssss….” hissed out almost like a wild cat.

Incredibly exhausted we sat back and smiled. Our faces shared the immense release and relief, words were almost a disturbance. But Betty whispered “We need to do this again and include a little touchie-feelie when we do!” She got up and started gathering food to take to the potluck, I washed up and helped carry the heavy stuff.

Well, I have been having a very interesting life for a single man in his sixties, here at Broke Oak resort. If you’d like to hear more of my experiences her in south Texas, comment, respond, email, or maybe set a cactus on fire.

So long for now.

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Carrie is a beautiful girl. She is 35 years old with DD size tits about 140 pounds and stands about 5’5. She has a couple of tattoos and works as a nurse. The best trait of Carrie is she has great tits and she has no qualms showing her tits.

I met Carrie working in the hospital many years ago and became friendly with her. I have heard from her and others about some of the things she has done. She knows she has desirable tits and is a bit of an exhibitionist. Some of the stories I have heard are verifiable from her getting drunk in New Orleans and showing tits to cab driver and in the streets, to her showing tits at the beach and giving a blow job to a stranger.

I am going to tell the story I know is true. I saw the beginning of it and heard from Carrie and others involved how it ended.

Carrie loves laying out in the sun and living in Southwest Florida does allow her ample opportunity to do so. She often frequents either Fort Myers or Siesta Key and will wear a bikini that accentuates her tits. This day she wore a yellow bikini that complimented her tanned skin and blond hair very well and she went to Siesta Key.

It was around spring break and many college age guys were there and a few people from the hospital. There were about 8 of us from the hospital and we decided to get to the beach early and have a few drinks and plan from there.

We had gotten to the beach around 10:30 and found a nice little spot by the volleyball nets.

We brought a cooler and started to relax and have a few beers and played some volleyball. After a couple of games of volleyball and the beer, a few of them had to leave since they had plans that evening. At this point 5 college guys had come over and aksu escort asked if they could join in for volleyball.

The 5 guys were around 21 years old. Each was around 6 foot tall and average build. One of the guys had a snake tattoo on his arm and another had a goatee, but no others really had any distinguishing attributes. They were very nice even brought and bought some beer.

We started playing a few more games of volleyball and Carrie kept drinking and playing. As I said she has no problems showing her tits and the constant jumping and diving for the ball allowed for a few opportunities for her tits to pop out. The college guys started hitting the ball to Carrie more frequently and about every 3rd or 4th time a tit would pop out. This went on for a few more games when the rest of the hospital group (myself included) had to leave. Carrie said her goodbyes to us and said she wanted to cool off in the water.

The next is confirmed by Carrie and the other nurse that remained.

The 5 college guys followed Carrie into the water and they frolicked around for a while. A few of the guys would rub up on Carrie rubbing her ass and seeing how she would react and some even more daring and brushing up onto her breasts. Carrie had no problem with the attention she was getting, she actually enjoyed it.

The playing in the water like this lasted about 10 minutes when the college guys wanted to play some football in the water. Carrie said she would play and one of the guys would be a steady QB. As they played it was apparent it was a thinly veiled attempt to grab Carrie’s tits. The first pass she caught the guy covering her tackled her and grabbed her tits antalya escort taking her underwater. When she came up her top was pulled aside and both tits were easily seen by all. The next play another guy covered her with the same result. They played for about 15 minutes when Carrie said she was done and went back to towel off and get some sun.

She told the nurse left that she had felt their cocks and 2 of them were huge the others average size. She also said it was turning her on getting felt up and being in sun drinking. The other nurse egged Carrie on some telling her she do something with their cocks and since it was spring break she would never see them again.

The college guys came back by the volleyball net and were talking to Carrie and the other nurse when Carrie said she had to go to bathroom. The other nurse told the college guys they should follow Carrie since she has had a few drinks.

This part Carrie confirmed.

They followed her to the bathroom which was in a semi secluded area. She had gone into the bathroom and upon exiting the stall 2 of the college guys were in the bathroom with her. They complimented her on her body, and said they enjoyed playing football with her as well as her display on the volleyball games. She knew they meant her tits popping out and she chuckled and said you just liked feeling my tits and seeing them. They laughed and agreed and asked if they could see some more.

One of the 2 guys in the bathroom had one of the big cocks Carrie had felt playing football so she had no problem showing them her tits. They asked if they could touch and she said “Its not like you haven’t already”. They both started antalya otele gelen escort tweaking her nipples and rubbing her tits and she was enjoying it. She then grabbed both of their cocks and was rubbing over their shorts. Both had instant erections and the smaller dicked guy dropped his shorts and Carrie started to rub his cock and then Carrie started to suck him. This went on for a few minutes and he said he was about to cum. Carrie kept sucking and at last minute pulled his cock out and aimed it at her tits.

The other guy had pulled his shorts down and was stroking his cock when the first blew his load. Carrie then crawled over and started sucking his cock. It was about 8 inches uncut and she went to town on him. The first guy walked out and 2 other college guys (smaller dicked) came in. They watched as she was giving a blow job to the second guy. They both were jerking their cocks. It took about 10 minutes for the second guy to cum and she again pulled him out and aimed at tits. The other two guys were both close and she barely started to suck each of them when they came on her tits.

The last college guy came in and he had a huge cock. Carrie said it was 10 inches cut and had huge balls. She knew she could not suck his dick well so after a few minutes she asked if he would fuck her. He quickly bent her over and started fucking her from behind. He had some stamina and was pounding her from different positions.. He said he was ready to cum and Carrie asked for him to cum in her pussy (she has an IUD). He filled her pussy with cum causing her to orgasm. She thanked him for his load and her orgasm.

Carrie put her top back on (she did not wipe cum off tits). Walked back to the other nurse with the college guys and told them she had to leave now. Carrie and the nurse left, but not before the nurse took a picture of Carries tits (I have seen). The nurse also told me on way back home Carrie went into circle K to get cigarettes cum dried on her tits and when she walked out she showed her tits to an old guy sitting outside.

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Penny was missing her fuck friend, Gavin, who hadn’t been around to please her for over a week. She was not in an exclusive relationship with him, so she could have gone in search of someone else for release, but she’d been so busy with classes and her job that there was little time left for any serious boy-hunting. And Gavin wouldn’t be back for another couple days.

Even now, with the hands on her watch crawling past seven-o-clock on a surprisingly slow Saturday evening, Penny was at work in a lingerie shop in the mall. The customers had been coming through steadily throughout her shift, but not in the numbers she was used to. It probably had something to do with the near-blizzard conditions outside that had been coming and going since before the weekend.

Penny had just finished helping a customer when Sharon, the bitch assistant manager, snuck up behind her. Sharon was only 42, but she seemed much older. Not because she looked old, but because she tried so hard to succeed at the impossible task of looking 20. Collagen, a little plastic surgery, and a bad taste in clothes and make-up did help make her look attractive, but only attractive for someone who appeared to be in her late fifties, and anorexic. The one thing that was undoubtedly immature about Sharon was her attitude. She yielded power like a reckless teenager, and held grudges as badly as any junior high school girl.

Quite opposite of the bitch was Penny, who was no size two, or even a four, but carried the little extra weight she did have as good as anyone could. Her natural Ds looked prime to burst from the low-cut top she wore, and, this being a lingerie store, having the lacy trim of her crimson bra showing from beneath her top and framing her generous cleavage was by all means acceptable. There wasn’t a client who met Penny that didn’t steal a glance at her expertly displayed chest, man or woman. Her very plump, round ass would also get high marks, for it was consistently wrapped up in tight slacks or, as was the case today, a black mini-skirt. Penny was a little shorter than average, but nobody seemed to have trouble meeting her deep blue eyes. She had an adorable smile that was rarely missing, and her long, blonde hair was thick and lustrous.

It was probably this natural beauty that made Sharon hate Penny from day one, and Penny wasn’t the only person who suspected that.

“Penelope,” Sharon spat, using her full name like always, in some failed attempt to make Penny feel small. “There are two children in dressing room 7. Go take care of it.”

The command was generic and concise because Sharon, in order to say as little as possible to those she loathed, which was most employees, spoke in code. “Children” meant that two people, whether they were sixteen or sixty, had entered a dressing room. One of these “children” was a male, and one was a female (and in the case that two females went in, they were referred to as “little girls”). “Go take care of it,” meant that Sharon believed there was some hanky-panky going on, or that there soon would be, and someone was going to have to ask one or both customers to leave the store. And today, Penny was that someone.

Sharon was too full of herself to believe Penny would not do as instructed, so once the command was given, she went back to the sales floor. Penny headed to dressing room 7.

Dressing room number 7 was notorious for “children” and “go take care of it” orders because of its distance from the other dressing rooms. There were seven in all, and while the first six lined a hall with three on each side, seven was at the back of the hall, alone, and around a little corner. It was also larger than the other rooms, and because of the position of the overhead speakers, the music that played, even when at lower volumes, helped drown out sounds from room 7 more than from any of the other six.

Rumor was that it had once been a storage closet. Other rumors were that Sharon was pushing for it to return to a storage closet. Until that happened, there would likely always be couples going in room 7 together, utilizing it’s seclusion and size to help them fulfill a fantasy of doing something naughty in a public place while wearing lingerie they didn’t even own. Penny had considered buying some of the undergarments that were often left in room 7 and selling them over the Internet to horny teenagers and single loners desperate for a sniff of pussy.

Penny stood outside the curtain and listened, hearing whispers and nervous giggles. One of the whispers was definitely male.

“Do you need help with anything?” she asked politely.

Dead silence was her response, and then a young girl’s voice replied, “No. Uh, thank you.”

Yeah right, Penny thought. Did they really think she was that stupid?

“Okay,” she said, trying to hold back her smile so she sounded more professional and serious. “I just thought you should know we have a policy against couples being in the dressing rooms unsupervised. Can you open the curtain please?”

Penny antalya sınırsız escort thought she’d get an “Okay, just a minute,” as they hurried to compose themselves, but instead the curtain swung open right away, and a beautiful young woman was instantly in her face. The poor girl looked terrified.

“Okay, okay, please,” the girl whispered, grabbing Penny’s arm and pulling her closer, drawing her into the room. The girl’s eyes shifted nervously from Penny to down the hall at the entrance to the dressing room area. “We’re not doing anything. I mean, we haven’t done anything yet.”

Before she knew what was going on, Penny found herself fully in room 7 with the couple, and the girl was closing the curtain.

“Did you see my mom out there?” the girl asked, frightened nearly to tears. “She has a black sweater on and a bag from Macy’s.”

Penny didn’t know how to react. “Um…no. I don’t think so…”

“So she didn’t send you?”

“No, miss. The manager—”

“Oh, thank God,” the girl sighed, and she collapsed onto a chair in the corner of the five by six room.

There was a moment of silence, and Penny took the time to study the couple. She recognized them at once. Both had purchased things here before. The girl was actually a once a month regular, while the guy had just stopped in a few minutes ago for some perfume. Having rung up credit card purchases from both of them, she knew they were both 18, so at least they weren’t actually children. Still, Penny herself was 18, though these two looked much younger. Apparently life experience really does make a difference.

The guy hadn’t said anything yet, but looked guilty as hell standing in the corner, hands crossed over his crotch, obviously hiding an erection. He was fully dressed—even his heavy winter coat was still on, but that didn’t mean his zipper hadn’t come down yet. He was thin and tall, probably average height for a guy his age, and he avoided all eye contact. He was clean-cut and cute, but evidentially very shy. This was not a troublemaker, but a kid who found himself a little in over his head.

The girl had that same vibe. She didn’t look like a horny slut looking to score in the dressing room for the twentieth time. She seemed like she would be a very sweet person, and her conservative clothes, all of which were still on, helped punctuate that image. She was an inch or two taller than Penny, and very thin, but not sickly like the bitch Sharon. Not that such things were indications of bad people, but neither of them had any visible tattoos or piercings. Penny didn’t feel that they were here for some grand sexual adventure, and she was right.

“We really didn’t do anything,” the girl said, almost in tears again. “We were just going to…we’ve been dating for a really long time, but our parents have always been with us. I mean, we’ve only kissed with tongues like ten times. It’s awful. And then he went away to college, and this is the first time we’ve seen each other in over a month…”

Penny felt terrible for them. She knew what it was like to be a victim of such sexual repression. Her parent’s had been the same way. Fortunately, Penny had a big sister to help her learn to sneak around and have fun anyway, but apparently these two didn’t have that kind of assistance. And the resulting problem with suffocating your kids was evident here: all three of them were eighteen, but Penny was the only mature adult.

“And your parents are with you now?” Penny asked.

“Our moms are,” the girl said. “That’s what makes it all so hard. Our parents are best friends. If we’re together, then they come along. But we managed to get permission to walk around together, and so we came here to…well…”

Penny nodded. “I understand.”

“Penelope?” It was bitch Sharon’s voice, and she was right outside. “What’s going on in there?”

Penny had a very sinister thought, then gave a friendly smile to the couple. “Give me one second. Just bear with me.” She then threw open the curtain.

Sharon was startled, perhaps more so by the fact that everyone had their clothes on, and there was no indication of any wrong-doing.

“Everything is fine here, Sharon,” Penny grinned, putting the emphasis on ‘Sharon’. She knew Sharon demanded to be called by her last name and title. But if Penny were too nice, Sharon would think something was up. “These two clients are very interested in a few of our newer lines, and they asked me to help them find what they needed.”

Sharon pulled Penny aside and whispered in her ear, though she made sure her voice was still loud enough for the couple to hear.

“They look a little young, don’t they?”

“They’re both 18,” Penny confirmed. “And they have money to spend.” This time Penny put the emphasis on money, indicating to Sharon that these two “children” had loaded parents who gave generous allowances.

“Obviously their parents wouldn’t want to döşemealtı escort be using that money on lingerie,” Penny continued, “so they came back here so they won’t be seen. So we can do business without having to worry about being exposed on the sales floor.”

It was a genius move. Though a bitch, Sharon was not a prude. She didn’t care if these two had sex—she just didn’t want it in her store. So selling them lingerie was by all means acceptable. And the fact that Sharon was a greedy cunt who would sell air to homeless people if she could find an assistant to do the dirty work didn’t hurt, either. If helping these kids sneak lingerie past their parents meant money in the register, she was all for it.

And Penny knew this. And Sharon knew that Penny knew this. There was no need for further debate.

“Take your time,” Sharon said, then gave a fake smile to the couple and walked away.

Once the bitch was out of sight, Penny walked back into the room and closed the curtain

“All right,” she said, smiling. “I bought you maybe fifteen minutes. But whatever you do, you’re going to have to be quiet, and…well…I’ll have to be in here with you. I can turn around and face the corner so I don’t see anything, but I can’t plug my ears because I have to listen in case the manager comes back.”

Penny knew it wasn’t the best opportunity, but is was all she could manage. This couple obviously wanted to be alone for some real exploration, but they wouldn’t do it with a stranger in the room with them. Penny figured, since even kissing would be a big deal, that they would just make out for a couple minutes and maybe a little groping. She sensed their initial disappointment and hesitation, but she also saw how grateful they were for her help.

Since the initial plan didn’t actually include trying anything on, the girl had simply grabbed a pair of panties and a bra and brought them in, not even checking the size. But for the charade to work, they would need more garments—and more expensive garments—than those two pieces. She explained this, then grabbed the guys’ hand and led him out of the room. From this point on, the two could never be fully alone, or Sharon would notice.

Penny took the kid quickly through the store, picking up several garments along the way. She asked the guy, who told her his name was Kevin, what he liked and didn’t like, what colors his girlfriend liked, etc. etc. She also grabbed a catalogue, which, if Sharon believed they were looking through it, would buy them a little extra time. When Penny and Kevin returned to room 7, she gave the pile of lingerie to the girl, who introduced herself as Beth.

Though Penny could have gotten away with chaperoning Kevin and Beth as she changed in front of him, she decided to keep Kevin outside at first. She figured that he’d never seen Beth naked, and it would be sexier if the first time he saw her like that, she was wearing something special and taking it off for him. So she had him wait outside, but went in herself to help Beth with the first lingerie she’d probably ever worn.

With a little prodding, Penny helped Beth decide to go all out: a sexy but playful blue miracle bra for Beth’s already full, C-cup breasts, and a matching blue garter belt and stockings. The color went great with Beth’s blue eyes, which were almost the exact shade as Penny’s, and it provided a nice contrast with her long, dark brown hair. Anyone would look good in this getup, but Beth would be a knockout. Penny was not a lesbian, but she found herself very excited to this pretty young thing trying the outfit on.

Beth removed her coat, shoes, and socks, then pulled off her sweater, revealing those lush breasts already looking wonderful in a generic beige bra. She had a flat tummy and beautiful, ivory skin; things most girls would envy, even someone as comfortable with themselves as Penny was.

Next, Beth wriggled out of her jeans, and Penny was impressed by how good her hips and ass looked, even in a bland pair of panties. It was going to be simply incredible when she was wearing no panties at all, just the blue garter belt. This was not sexual lust Penny was experiencing, but merely feminine admiration. Beth was girl who could be as sexy as the models whose pictures were plastered all over the store, but she didn’t need the make-up, the airbrushing, or the expensive underwear to do it.

As she undressed, Penny gave her a few helpful tips on love-making, and among them was this gem: “If a guy gets you excited, he better be prepared to get you off.” Beth laughed nervously.

Standing there half naked, Beth hesitated when she reached behind to unclasp her bra, and Penny suddenly realized why. She turned around and faced the corner, allowing her client to fully disrobe. It would only take Beth a few seconds to put on the bra and stockings, and then Penny could help her with the garter belt.

Outside, Kevin paced impatiently, always checking konyaaltı escort over his shoulder to see if his mom was poking her head in. So far, so good. On the other side of the curtain, things had been quiet, and then…

“Kevin, you can come in,” came Beth’s voice. The curtain opened, Kevin stepped in, and the curtain closed again behind him.

His jaw about hit the floor. His innocent little Beth had never looked sexier. Her cleavage was deep and exaggerated by her bra, which only seemed to hold about half of her large breasts. Her excited nipples were apparent as they poked from under the fabric. Her stockings made her legs seem like they went on forever, and the garter belt added a particularly exciting sexuality to the moment. The blue drew his eyes to the garments, but the white of her skin drew it back to her. It was a sensual overload.

Kevin had seen Beth in a two-piece swimsuit once before, but this was different. First, his parent’s weren’t at the pool with them, and second, he knew he could, and would, touch her this time. His penis felt hot as it grew hard and massive. And this was before he even registered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. His eyes had been so busy taking everything in at once, that he unintentionally skipped over the little dark patch of hair between her legs. Once he identified it, though, Kevin just about lost his mind, and his load.

“Holy shit!” he whispered excitedly.

Penny was beside Beth, happily watching his reaction. She was amazed that this shy girl was being so cool about being half naked with a stranger in the room, but apparently that’s what happens when someone gets horny enough. Nothing else matters.

But something did matter, because neither Kevin nor Beth had yet to make the next move. They didn’t know what to do, and just stood there, smiling like dope heads at each other. Both of them were visibly shaking, and Beth must have been dizzy, because she grabbed the wall for support.

“You can kiss, now,” Penny whispered, hoping they hadn’t fallen into respective comas.

“You look so beautiful,” Kevin stammered. Beth blushed.

Then Kevin stepped to her, placed his trembling hands just above her hips, and held her gently against him. They kissed, lightly on the lips at first, but it quickly grew into a fierce wrestling of tongues until soon they were practically mauling each other. Like any inexperienced kissers, they were not quite in sync, and bumped noses often, but their tongues never stopped touching. Their animal lust was finally being released.

Penny found herself in a trance as she watched them, remembering what it was like to kiss like that for the first time. Her own nipples were hardening, and she felt moistness between her legs. It never occurred to her to look away to the corner, and her new friends were too busy to ask her—If they even remembered she was there.

Penny watched as the couple’s hands explored each other excitedly, finally settling on each other’s asses. Kevin squeezed Beth’s sexy cheeks, spreading them, and she ground her hips against him in response. As promised, they were being quiet, but they were also breathing heavily, bordering on hyperventilating, when Kevin finally broke the silence.

“Can I lick you down there?”

Beth couldn’t find the words to answer, so she just smiled and nodded. Penny was still too engrossed to look away. She couldn’t believe they were doing this with her right there. They paid her no attention, as if she didn’t even exist, and yet they were only a foot and a half away. Forget moist. Penny was dripping with excitement.

Beth sat down in the chair and gingerly spread her legs, granting access to her furry pussy. Kevin kneeled at the foot of the chair and put his hands on her thighs, curling his fingers under the edge of the stockings. Penny watched, unblinking, as he then leaned forward and gave Beth’s muff a tender kiss. Beth reacted instantly, her body jerking and stiffening. Penny did the same, and she discovered that her hand was inadvertently touching her own chest.

Next, Kevin slipped a hand in beside his face and, as his tongue grew bolder and began licking Beth’s wet lips, one of his fingers began gently probing between them. Beth began gasping for breath as she writhed in the chair, finding it impossible to keep from moving her legs, her arms, her hips. She gripped the arms of the chair so tightly the wood could have splintered, and her teeth threatened to do the same thing to each other as they mashed together.

Penny knew she shouldn’t be watching, but they hadn’t asked her to stop, and she had no intention of doing so until they did. Her own breathing was more than irregular, and she undid the top two buttons of her blouse to try and cool herself down. Her breasts, though still contained in the bra, were pushing further through her blouse and into view. Needless to say, undoing a couple buttons didn’t help, as it only made her hotter knowing that more of herself was revealed to the strangers, had they cared to look.

Back at the chair, Kevin was licking Beth even more eagerly, though he had seemed top have given up using his finger. His other hand, meanwhile, was cupping Beth’s right breasts and squeezing. Penny, aware of the time that had passed and the little that would be left before Sharon became suspicious, decide to help him along.

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Amy lay in bed thinking about how her day had gone.

First noteworthy thing that happened that morning was her roommate Cassie telling her it was time to fulfill her obligation for the lost bet Amy had made over the weekend.

Along with her declaration Cassie had handed her a pair of shorts and told Amy that she had to wear them all day.

Looking over the garment Amy could tell they were going to ride higher than any shorts she had ever worn before. When she put them on following her morning shower she saw her assumption had been correct.

The shorts were extremely form fitting, kind of like a pair of tight yoga pants with the legs cut off. And they were short, like really short. Looking in the mirror she could see the bottom thirds of her butt cheeks were exposed.

Still the challenge wasn’t a huge surprise. As their first year at college had progressed Amy had come to realize her roommate loved to put Amy in embarrassing situations.

There was the time she had finished her shower only to discover that someone had taken her towel. It was annoying, but since her room was only a couple of doors down the hall and she was living in a girls dormitory it wasn’t like none of the other residents hadn’t seen a naked girl before.

Thus it took several seconds after she stepping inside to realize that somehow Cassie had somehow snuck two guys into their room.

An independent observer would have been hard pressed to decide who was the most shocked.

The observer would have been easily able to exclude Cassie since she was clearly enjoying the situation. However the two guys and Cassie were all equally stunned.

Maybe a couple of jocks or popular guys could have dealt with the sight more casually, but these were the kind of guys who almost never got to hang around with the sexy girls on campus. And no one would deny that Amy had a very sexy body. Five foot, six with blonde hair that fell to the tops of her breasts, a cute face and a body that reflected her enjoyment of working out.

Cassie was also quite attractive and when they first met Amy had assumed that Cassie would hang around with the “in” crowd, but she came to learn that Cassie was more at home with guys that would have been referred to as “nerds” back in high school.

Amy was pleasantly surprised to discover that a benefit to Cassie’s friendships with these guys was their willingness to help her when she was having trouble with some homework assignment.

However walking into her room stark naked only to discover two of Cassie’s male friends standing there obviously both shocked and thrilled at the show she was providing prevented Amy incapable of reacting quickly.

Fortunately the few seconds it took her to react provided her a chance to decide how to handle the situation. Acting of if it weren’t a big deal she calmly reached over on her bed and picked up the missing towel. She causally dried off and got dressed.

Brushing her hair and various other tasks, Amy left the room as calmly as possible. However once she was down in the lobby she had to take a chair to avoid collapsing on the floor.

Part of her was pissed that Cassie had tricked her into showing herself naked to two strange guys and she debating about telling someone in authority. This could have lead to Cassie being expelled from the college since males were only permitted to enter the building between 4:30 and 8:00 weekday evening and only between 12:00 and 8:00PM on weekends. There were additional requirements such as they had to sign in and out. They had to be escorted by a dorm resident at all times. Also any room a male was in was required to have the door completely open. If any male were find in the building at any other time or in a room with the door closed they could face punishments up to and including being kicked out of the college. At the start of every year a few guys were caught and punished until everyone realized the school was dead serious about these rules.

On the other hand a different part of her was shaking not from anger, but from excitement. Amy would never flashed a guy on her own, much less two. The feeling of showing off her naked body to strangers was so damn erotic.

She wondered what the guys were thinking. Were they excited or embarrassed? Did they wish she had stayed longer or that it hadn’t happened? Would they be masturbating to the memory of her tonight? Had any guy ever pictured her while he was masturbating before?

She started imagining which guys in her high school might have jacked off to her naked image.

About twenty minutes later Cassie came downstairs. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was afraid of what Amy might have done.

Cassie told Amy that the guys were gone and asked if she wanted to come back up to their room and discuss what had happened.

She was obviously relieved when Amy stood up and walked over to the stairs. When they were back in the room and the door was closed Cassie explained.

She told antalya rus escort Amy that the two guys had helped her out immensely with a project for one of her classes. She had decided to give them a peek at herself naked, but couldn’t figure out a way to do it that would seem accidental. The only thing she could figure out was to sneak them into the room and do a striptease for them. The bad thing was undoubtedly the story would spread all over campus and everyone would think she was some kind of slut.

She had gotten the guys into the room and just as she was about to start stripping she had spotted Amy’s towel laying on her bed. Knowing that Amy took a shower every morning she guessed that’s where Amy was.

She had argued with herself mentally. It was her responsibility to pay back the guys, but it would look much better when the story went around campus if the guys had gotten their look accidentally. She was still mentally debating what to do when Amy walked into the room totally bare-assed.

Cassie had expected Amy to freak out, but instead Amy had played it off as no big thing.

After Amy had left Cassie had gotten the guys to swear they wouldn’t tell anyone, telling them that if the authorities found out they had been in the room when they weren’t supposed to be there all of them might get expelled. She hoped they would be able to keep their adventure to themselves, but she couldn’t guarantee it.

Cassie ended her tale by saying she would do anything Amy wanted in return for not telling anyone that she had violated the rules.

Amy thought about it and said first she wanted to know what the guys had said after she left.

Cassie told her that they had been jabbering about had sexy Amy was. They said her titties were stunning and her ass was fantastic. They regretted now getting a better view of her pussy, but what they had seen was pretty sweet.

Cassie added that they had been amazed how calmly she had reacted to their presence. They said that it must be nice to know that everyone would love your body so you didn’t have to be afraid of what people would think.

Amy laughed at that idea. She never considered herself like that. Then Amy told Cassie to explain how she had gotten the guys up to their room without anyone getting caught.

Cassie said that her older sister had gone to the same school and while she was attending had stayed in this dorm. While here she and some other girls had discovered that there was a staircase in the back of the building that nobody ever used. Apparently it had been an old fire escape, but somehow everyone had forgotten about it.

The door to the outside was behind some storage tanks and somebody at one time had stacked a bunch of stuff in front of it. There was one spot where you could slip in behind the pile of junk and get to the door. It was locked so it had to be opened by someone on the inside.

Amy asked why no one had discovered the stairwell’s existence by the doors on each floor.

Cassie said that someone and painted a sign on the door on each level saying “dirty linen” so nobody ever tried them. Plus there was a lock on each door. She went on to say that her sister had learned how to pick the locks and in turn had taught Cassie how.

Then Cassie asked Amy how she had felt when she walked in naked in front of two guys.

Amy replied that she had been pissed that Cassie had stolen her towel while she was in the communal bathroom and tricked her into displaying her naked body in front of Cassie’s friends. However she had decided that she wasn’t going to give Cassie the pleasure of seeing her freak out so that why she had calmly dried off and gotten dressed.

Amy went to say that she had considered turning Cassie and the guys in, but at some point she remembered that she was the one who left the towel in the room. Therefore it wasn’t really Cassie’s fault that Amy had been naked when she came back to the room.

Cassie then asked if that’s why she hadn’t told on her and the guys.

Amy confessed that there had also been an intense excitement about being seen completely naked by two strange guys.

Cassie laughed and said it seems like Amy might have a streak of exhibitionism. After that incident Cassie seemed to look for opportunities to explore Amy’s exhibitionist side.

Which is part of how Amy found herself later standing on a street corner waiting for the green light so she and the others standing there could cross as she felt a breeze caress the exposed portions of her ass.

In addition to the shorts Cassie had insisted Amy wear a matching sleeveless t-shirt. On the back of the t-shirt Cassie had written “lost a bet” and had drawn an arrow pointing down towards Amy’s ineffectively concealed tushie. Amy didn’t fail to notice that all the guys had stepped back behind her to eye her display.

One of the other girls had moved behind her to give Amy a little privacy, but Amy had told her belek escort that as much as she appreciated the gesture everyone was going to get a look sooner or later so she might as well let everyone get their chance now. The girl had moved to Amy’s side giving the group behind them their uninterrupted view.

The girl asked Amy what the bet had been. Amy replied her and her roommate’s high school teams had played a match over the weekend. Amy and Cassie had made a bet on whose team would win. The loser had to wear an outfit the other would choose.

Amy said that if her team had won she would have made her roommate wear a silly costume. Unfortunately Amy’s team had lost, hence the cheeky display.

The girl had laughed at Amy’s description.

The light finally changed and everyone started forward. Amy was on the side of the group closest to the intersection. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when there was a huge crash.

Everyone turned at the noise to see that a truck had run into the back of a car waiting to make a left hand turn.

Any question as to what caused the crash was quickly erased as the truck driver loudly proclaimed that it was worth it to watch that ass wiggle.

Amy added an extra little flip of her hips as the group continued crossing.

During the walk to her class there were other incidents, but nothing as bad as the crash. One guy walked into a light pole while he was distracted. One guy was staring at Amy’s show until his girlfriend slapped him upside the head. One girl tripped and fell down when she unintentionally stepped off the curb while not paying attention.

Finally Amy got to her class. She was glad it was mathematics since she was naturally gifted in that subject.

When the class settled down the professor walked up to the board and wrote out an equation. Then she stepped away. She turned to the students and called out for a volunteer. As normal nobody moved.

Looking around she spotted Amy. With a slight grin she called Amy to come down and work out the problem.

If Amy had hoped to be inconspicuous she was out of luck. She hoped the professor might change her mind, but it wasn’t to be.

Face a dark red color Amy walked down to the board and started studying the equation. At first there was a silence as Amy walked down, but by the time she reached the board everyone was talking.

A quick glance behind herself showed Amy that the vast majority of her fellow students had their phones out and they were recording her quavering ass.

Her only escape was to focus on the equation. As she wrote out the steps to solve the equation she got completely involved in solving the problem. So when she accidentally dropped the marker she unthinkingly bend over to pick it up. If there had been any chance that the others might stop recording that thought went right out the window.

Whereas the lower third of her butt had been exposed before, now fully half of each cheek was in plain sight.

All the time Amy was still fixated on the problem. It took her a little over ten minutes to get it worked out. Every moment of her time at the board her exposed fanny was being filmed by dozens of cell phones.

When she finished Amy stepped away from the board and the professor studied what she had finished. Amy was shocked when all of her work was quickly wiped off.

She whispered to Amy to step behind the podium and pull down her shorts. When she reached behind herself Amy was shocked to discover how much she was showing. A third had been bad, but over half was worst. When she finished the instructor told her to return to her seat.

After Amy was seated the professor told the class they had the same amount of time it had taken Amy to solve the problem to solve it themselves. Anyone she caught using their cell phones to solve it, whether using the calculator app or reviewing the videos they had film while Amy was up front, would get an automatic zero for the day.

Amy was exempt as she had already solved the problem.

Not surprisingly only a couple finished it. Three were caught trying to use their phones and got the promised zeros for the day.

As the class was walking out at the end of class Amy heard several comments. Some were demeaning, but she figured they were from people who had failed the test or were jealous.

Her favorite was the guy who said, “I’d take a zero any day for a chance to watch the that gorgeous ass shaking like that especially when Amy bent over and poked out those cheeks at me.” Others quickly claimed that Amy had been displaying her ass for them too.

Her next class was Human Psychology. She had hoped to be able to maintain a lower profile this time, but that desire was destroyed when the professor called her up front.

The professor had Amy stand in the center of the podium. Then using her remote turned the lights down before clicking on a spotlight that made Amy to unmistakable center of kepez escort attention.

She had Amy make a slow rotation. Amy stopped when she was facing the other students, but the professor had her turn around.

Then the professor asked for comments.

Someone said “slut”. Which was quickly condemned by the rest.

Someone said “showoff”. There was mixed response to this comment.

Someone else said, “honorable”. The professor asked the speaker to explain.

A voice Amy didn’t recognize explained. The person said that Amy had made a bet and when she lost she didn’t welsh like a less honorable person would have tried to do. Instead she was fulfilling her obligation even though it was obvious that she was uncomfortable with the payoff. There was general agreement with this observation.

There were some more comments, then someone called out for the professor to have Amy bend over like she had in math class.

The professor asked Amy to explain. Amy told her that while she had been up at the board working on an equation she had accidentally dropped the marker and because she had been so focused on solving the problem on the board she had unthinkingly bend over to pick it up. She hadn’t noticed at the time, but that had left about half of each cheek exposed.

The professor asked how she felt about that. Amy replied that she hadn’t noticed it until the other professor pointed it out.

Then the professor asked her what she would have done if she had noticed the change. Amy replied that she didn’t know.

The professor said, “Let’s find out. Bend down and pretend to retie your shoes, but when you stand up keep your hands away from your body.”

Amy decided she wasn’t going to do it like she had done the last time and instead of bending over from the waist, she squatted.

What she hadn’t taken into consideration was this posture actually put more stretch on the shorts and when she stood up nearly two-thirds of each buttock was showing.

From the other students reactions Amy could tell she was exposing more than she had hoped and started to reach back to adjust her shorts. However before the professor could tell her not to Amy stopped herself.

Then the professor asked for comments. The same voice that had suggested she bend over said this time it was even better.

There were a number of comments which were discussed for what seemed like hours to Amy as she stood there in the spot light with the majority of her butt on display.

Finally the professor turned off the spot light and brought up the other lights. She told the students to think about this class and to type up a three page paper on their conclusion.

As the others were gathering up their stuff the professor called Amy over. At last she let Amy pulled down the shorts. Then she told Amy she wanted her to write her report on what emotions she had been experiencing while up on stage.

When Amy left the class most of her classmates were waiting for her. Everyone wanted to know what she had been thinking while she was on stage and especially after she had knelt down.

She felt it was her responsibility to be honest so she told them that she had experienced a wide range of emotions. Everything from fear to humiliation to excitement, back to fear. When asked about the excitement she said it wasn’t like happiness excitement, it was more of a fear excitement. Kind of like when you ride a roller coaster and the feeling you have right before it makes the first huge drop.

After answering more questions Amy said that she needed to grab a bite to eat before her next class. Most moved off, but a few walked with her to a nearby pizza joint.

They were almost there when they heard a loud “Shit” comment behind them. Everyone turned around and discovered a guy on a bicycle had ridden his bike over a storm drain cover and the front wheel had fallen into one of the gaps that allowed the water to drain through.

Amy ran over and knelt down beside him. She asked him if he were alright and he sheepishly replied that he had been so focused on her bouncing butt that he never noticed the drain. He said he was okay and Amy rejoined the others.

She pretended not to notice that the shorts had pulled up once again and she was now showing a sizable amount of bare butt.

One of the girls noticed the display and slipped up behind Amy as they were crowding in the door. She reached over and gave Amy a little slap on the ass. Amy pretended not to have notice which encouraged the girl, who reached down, gripped the edges of Amy’s shorts and jerked them up even higher.

Amy wasn’t sure, but it felt like each cheek was now completely exposed.

A finger slid across where the bottom of the shorts stopped and the top of the ass began.

Now Amy was sure she was showing as much ass as she would’ve been if she were wearing a string bikini.

Still she pretended not to notice. When the others sat down on the stools lining the counter she did too.

She could feel the cracked vinyl pressing against her ass and she knew there was still more ass showing above the seat.

There was a fairly constant stream of people going in and out and several times she felt a hand touch her ass. Sometimes it was a quick rub, sometimes it was a light pinch, and few were light slaps.

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As Brit enters her home through French doors she hurries to her room throwing her things on her bed. In a mad dash she kicks open Lance’s bedroom door which wasn’t totally sealed.

“I so called it. I knew you were in here getting off. Stop it.”

Lance was only wearing a t-shirt, nothing else.

He jumps pointing it at her, torn between two women, “I just started. Give me good news. PLEASE!”

“Put that away. Save it for outside.” She smirks as he crawls off of his bed leaving his dick dangling as he grabs her by the shoulders.

“What did you say to her? What did Chloe say?”

“Lots of things. I played you up as the pervert you are. She knows you watch her. Chloe even admitted that she untied her top just for you. Not because she lusts for you though. She just felt like teasing and being mischievous. I suckered her into teasing you more though. I told her we should humiliate you. So when and if she acts funny you NEED to act humiliated. Got that?”

Lance narrows his eyes, “Ummm! Okay.”

“I made excuses like I had a fake call from my friend and had to leave. This will give you time to go have your stupid fun. The rest is up to you.”

“Awesome.” He pauses, “What do I do next?”

Brit rolls her eyes, “Oh my God! Do I have to guide you every step of the way? Some Mister Master you are.”

“This is different. I know you way better. And, I won the bet you and I had. This is Chloe Johnson meets my Johnson.”

“Whatever! Just open your window in about ten minutes to give me time to act like I’m leaving the house. Talk to her. Compliment her. Ask if she needs lotion. She will agree. Unless you scare her. Push her but don’t be a douche. “

He nods, “Okay. I can do this.”

“Thank me already.” Brit awaits.

“Cool.” He nudges her from his room and shuts his door.

Stunned by his arrogance she exhales, “God I hate you.”

She went to her room to change.

His problem now.

After eight minutes Lance gets bold and opens his curtains, then his window without a screen. He had removed it long ago as an easy exit to escape in the middle of the night.

Looking over at Chloe who was less than thirty feet from him he fondles his dick to garner confidence. Finally, he lets it go and leans on his window sill.

“HEY! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”

Chloe jumped while still laying on her belly and pulled her top over her 36C’s at the unexpected growl. She then looked around finally setting eyes on Lance.

He laughed and threw his hands up as defense.

“Just kidding. TAKE IT ALL OFF.”

Chloe rolls her eyes and sits up to face him, clutching her top with only one arm. It’s strings still dangled beside her ribs.

“You scared the crap out of me. Why did you do that?” She winced.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Don’t get dressed because of me. Your tan lines look great.”

“Do they? I can’t really tell.” She attempts to look over her shoulders awkwardly, “I despise tan lines.”

“Only way to avoid those are to tan naked. Heck! You’re pretty close as it is. Might as well.”

“Are you spying on me?” She tries not to smile.

“Yeah. I won’t lie to you. Every time you lay out.” He strokes himself out of her views vantage point arrogantly.

“I had a hunch you did.” She points at him with a wagging finger, “Now that you nearly scared the bikini off of me I think you need to be nicer.”

“Sure. How?” He halts out of anticipation.

Lifting her lotion bottle she wags it at him, “Oil my back before I lobster?”

Without a word he dives backwards and grabs a pair of black cut off at the knee sweat pants, tugging them on loosely. He had been unprepared for this reality.

Once attired he crawls up on to his window sill and launches himself into a stumbling tumble to the grass below.

“Are you okay?” Chloe hides her amusement.

Rolling to his feet Lance limps the rest of the way. Standing over her he stretches the kinks out. His erection was easy to witness. She couldn’t help but notice his sweats tented out at the crotch. Her expression was pure awe and crimson cheeks.

Chloe bites her lower lip as her eyes look away. Hesitantly she lifts the bottle of lotion up for him to claim, unaware that her raised hand had brushed the bottle against his girth.

He eyed the sway of her hand tapping the bottle and grinned letting her linger. muratpaşa escort Finally, he obtains the bottle and watches her roll over and lay on her stomach. The strings of her top drooped along with the cups as her chest crushed against her blanket.

He had to whistle silently and pinch his concealed crown.

Before kneeling Lance checks out her butt cheeks with the bikini bottoms wrinkled up inside the crack. One final grip of his junk he drops to his knees beside her.

Popping open the attached bottle cap he trickles droplets on her back, spine, and legs. He had to pause and shiver at his luck. Bottle capped and set aside he moves his trembling hands in to begin at her shoulders, lightly brushing her shoulder length blonde hair aside.

“Anyone ever tell you that you look like the model, “Gemma Atkinson”?”

She moans at his grip then whispers, “That’s sweet. I did match my hair cut to look similar to a picture I saw of hers.”

“Same body in my mind.” He coughs up.

“Sweet talker. You’re just lucky I let you make up for that bit of meanness back there.”

“Sorry, again.” He moves his hands more to her furthest shoulder. In his lean his erection rubbed against her side. This made her eyes bulge. A smile formed out of his field of vision.

The sensation made her hold her breath. Even Lance once he realized his movements grit his teeth hoping she wouldn’t freak out.

Chloe shivers it off and softly exhales, “Don’t miss anywhere.”

“Let me know if I do miss a spot, or not rubbing it in hard enough.”

“I will. Hard is good.”

He grins gliding his hands lower until his fingers tickle her ribs making her stiffen up. Side to side, up and down her spine. At her lowest vertebrae his fingers roll under her bikini bottoms upper hem. Time and time again he tested his fingertips slipping under more of his knuckles each time. No arguments so far.

After rolling his palms along her ribs he met with her bikini strings tethered to her hips. He slithers beneath them to glaze the skin.

Sighing he stutters slightly, “Are you sure you want these tan lines down here?”

“Of course I don’t.” She grins sheepishly to herself, “But, I don’t have much choice.”

“You could untie one side at a time. That way your hips at least are nice and brown.”

“I’m open to that idea. You’re so smart Lance.” She tries not to laugh.

“Straight “C’ student.” He chuckles, his heartbeat jumping as he unties the string at her left hip. With a brilliant thought he gently lifts the bottoms enough to tuck the back string inside it.

“That’s so sexy.” He mutters.

With a warm exhale she hisses, “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I can untie the other hip and tuck that string too.”

After a lengthy pause she agrees, “As long as you behave.”

He stands up and steps around her to kneel at her opposite hip. Fingers pinching the strings apart he tucks that string under her as well.

Realizing the oil bottle was on the side of her that he abandoned he swallowed hoarsely. He then took the risk of leaning over her to grip the bottle. In doing so his pup tent slid over her lower back. She felt every inch of his erection.

Before she could formulate a response he drizzled more oil on her, straightening up. His attention was now on her legs. After a healthy dose of gloss his hands coated her feet as well. Again he found ticklish spots.

Moving higher along her inside legs his hands grew hesitant at her thighs.

“Am I doing okay?”

She nearly purrs with her eyes closed, “Lovely.”

“I can peel the top of these bottoms down just a little. At least the tan line will be less visible. If it helps.”

“I really want an all over tan but that’s impossible. You can roll it down a little I suppose.”

With both hands he pinches the sides of the bikini bottoms material and folds it over gently revealing her butt crack by two inches.

“Good enough or do you want it lower?” He hopes.

Quivering at his knuckles on her flesh she inhales to release, “Another inch at the most.”

Eyes bulging Lance peels and tucks the clothe more like an inch and a half. Just enough for his view to capture the sight of a sexy anal cavity. He had to whine. She had to grit her teeth.

“Nice!” He boldly admits.

She giggles, antalya anal yapan escort “Too much for you Lance?”

“Not nearly enough.” He puckers with the thought.

He retrieves the oil bottle and dribbles a stream on her lower back and watches it trickle into her crack. The sight made him drool. Before she could utter a word Lance decided to just pull the patch of bikini off of her entire ass then yank it out from under her thighs. As she realized his forceful move he Gripped her ass cheeks and pried them apart for a better view.

“WHAT THE HELL, LANCE? I never said to go that far.”

She raises up on her elbows to sneer back at him.

He smiles at her with a cheesy grin, yet nervous, “Might as well do this right.”

“Lance! I can’t do this. You’re only eighteen by what? A week? Two? If people saw this I could get arrested.”

“No tan lines, I say.” He blurts.

She peers around them at all sides then looks back at him as he massages her ass.

“At least find me something to block us from the view of the Kramer house. They’re the ones I worry about.”

Lance scans around him, then darts to his feet leaving her to cringe. Racing to the back of her garage he literally drags her boyfriend’s “John” boat through the yard. He then tilts it up on its side. The height concealed them easily. It amazed her that he went to such lengths.

“There! No more old people eyes.”

He returns to her side again dropping to his knees.

She covers her face in her palms as Lance returns to rubbing her ass. His thumbs dig deep within pried cheeks. While there he grazed over her butt hole multiple times.

“Careful now.” She trembles heavily.

“Your body is freaking perfect, Chloe.”

“I’m crazy. I’m crazy. I’m crazy.” She mumbles over and over, still masking her face with her hands.

“There! You bake for a few minutes. I’ll stand guard. Then you can roll over. I’ll oil your front.” He smugly commands as she drops her arms flat. Behind her he placed his hand down his sweats and jerked himself slowly.

Chloe lays there quietly for four minutes listening to him. It wasn’t difficult to imagine what he was doing. The sun’s shadow revealed her best guess. His silhouette made a great compass.

Finally, she had to know for certain and raises up to look behind her. Sure enough.

Busted!

“I knew you were doing that. At least it’s still inside your sweats. I must really turn you on.” She shyly grins.

“You have no idea.” He squints at her while speeding up his jerking motion.

Swallowing she settles her nerves, “How can you oil my front when that hand is so busy?”

He removes his hand immediately and rears up on his knees. His sweats drawstring was albeit useless, revealing his upper pubes.

“RULES! Can you follow them?” She stares at him without blinking.

He shakes his head negatively without question.

“I didn’t think so.” She laughs blowing the hair from her eyes.

With a deep held inhale she rolls over. Her bikini bra slips away revealing a pair of unrestrained breasts. Her nipples aroused and deadly.

The bottoms already gone offered him a perfectly landscaped strip of blonde pubic hair. She lays back and observes Lance turn pale.

“Everything okay?” She stares.

He nods affirmatively this time without a word. His hand raises the oil bottle and literally drowns her entire front.

As she laughs he tosses the bottle and leaps at her breasts. Squeezing amid the glossy oil and enjoying the view. Nipples pinched, slippery between his fingertips.

All she could do was watch him. He was mesmerized. Time after time he crushed her tits together. Each time she creased her brow fighting moans.

“I’m not getting much of a tan like this. Your shadow over me.”

He decides to abandon her chest and roll his hands over her belly with fanning fingers. Her eyes flutter at the sensation.

Gliding lower his fingers reach her pubic region and toys with it lovingly. She nearly convulses at her decision to let things go this far. She prayed nobody was watching.

Dumb on her part. Yet, she couldn’t resist.

His hands grace her pussy which forces her to spread her legs. Giving him a better view he moves in swiftly. Fingers slip inside her making her arch antalya merkez escort her back and whisper, “Fuck. Unexpected! Dammit Lance.”

She fans her face with one hand and reaches out with the other to remove his hand. He offers her a pathetic look as his fingers leave her wetness.

“Stop with the face already.” She suffers at his emotions.

“I want to finish.”

With a huff she lays back and lets his hand go. Legs wider than before but bent at the knees. Her own hand moves down and begins rubbing her clit. Lance in turn watches her and rubs her leg.

“Lance? Let’s masturbate together. I’ll do that much at least. Nothing more.”

He nods and slips his sweats down to his knees to show off an eight inch stone hard boner.

“JESUS!” She expresses with glued eyes, “I wish Chuck had that.”

Her fingers bury deep inside her as her other hand teases her clit. She couldn’t stop looking at him as he hovered above her waist. In a bold move Lance stood up and moved between her legs. Her eyes fluttered at his emotionless gaze. His jerking becoming more expressive.

As her moans grew louder Lance scooted closer to her. His penis was directly over her knuckles well used.

“Let me cum on you.” He strains.

“Okay.” She whimpers closing in on her own orgasm.

Within three minutes Lance blasted a massive flood over her hands and thighs. She cried out as her own juices ignited and gushed around her sunken fingers.

Chloe collapses closing her eyes. She had never had such an intense orgasm.

Lance idled over her eying his artwork and breathing heavily. Suddenly, he drops over her and devours a nipple. She had zero energy to resist. Her thoughts running rampant, yet confused.

“Lance?” She manages to pat his cheek.

She felt his erection rub over her labia. The sensitivity of her clit made her arch her back and raise her knees higher.

He breathlessly toys with her until she whimpers. His dick had entered her and lingered without thrusting.

“Fuck. That things huge.” She whispers and nearly hyperventilates.

He thrusts once. She cringes and whispers, “Lance, no.”

Three more thrusts finds her nails digging into his back and hip.

Ten more thrusts she just gave up and pulled him in. He fucked her for ten minutes straight. She kissed him hard seven of those minutes.

Finally, Lance pulls away growling and splatters her with coconut white a second time.

In her amazement she squirms about and rubs her body in his slickness until it turns sticky.

“Christ Lance. That was incredible.” She begins to realize her predicament, her belly knotting up inside.

Suddenly, behind them they hear a clearing throat.

“I can’t believe you guys. Chloe you slut. Lance you whore.”

Lance leaps to his feet wobbling.

Brit points toward her house with a stern look. He nods at her then with a smiled nod toward Chloe. In his t-shirt only he parades to the house and goes inside.

Brit then drops down beside Chloe and hugs her. In the process Brit gets Lance’s leftovers all over her hands and arm.

“I didn’t expect that Britney.”

“Me neither.” Brit licks her hand of Lance’s cum.

Chloe eyes her uncaring hunger.

“What do I do now? I can’t face him without stressing about Chuck knowing.”

“Chill Chloe. I’ll threaten my brother.”

“You just licked his cum off your hand.” Chloe offers a weird expression.

“Oh, shit. Ewwww!” She then chuckles.

“Oh my God!” Realization sets in, “You and…Wow!”

“We cool?” Brit pets Chloe’s hair.

“Is it bad of me to want more of that?” The blond yearns.

Brit puckers, “Nawwww! I do things that make me crave more too.”

“I can’t. I love Chuck. Dammit!” The blond hisses with regret.

“So, love him. I’ll take care of Lance. Be yourself. Nothing here ever happened.”

Chloe pulls away and crawls to her feet and literally leaves her stuff in the yard. She stumbles to Lance’s open bedroom window.

Looking in she see’s Lance standing there fondling himself again.

“Back for more?” He winks.

“Not today. Please, Lance. Keep this to yourself. Only trouble can become of what just happened.”

“My windows always open. If you get bored.”

She creases her brow then turns away. A second later she looks back inside.

“Thank you, Lance.”

Chloe then left him in favor of her house.

Brit moved to replace her at the window.

“Damn Stud. I’m impressed.”

Lance smirks, “I still got energy. Crawl on in.”

“I’ll pass. I’m going to get ice cream.”

Just as good of a cold shoulder as any.

Brit vanished around the side of the house.

Lance?

Third time was the charm.

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