4 comments/ 126519 views/ 6 favorites Accidental Show By: magmaman I guess I was around 41 or so when my boss Gabe asked me to come to a barbeque at his house. I really didn't go to parties much back then, I was working in the Gas Station, all I could find to do. Trying to save money, not easy to in that job. I lived in this ratty one room apartment upstairs over the shop storeroom rent free, so I actually did have a few dollars left over each month. I banked those, I was starting to build up a little stash of cash. I spent all of my spare time trying to write, the rest of my days I was either working or I just lifted weights and worked out. Women were out of the question, couldn't afford one, truth is I didn't care. A decade of living with men does that to a person. My boss hired me off one of those government programs, the idea was to make us "productive" so the State bribed the owner to hire guys like me. Straight out of 10 years in the pen makes it tough to find anything any other way. I knew why I was hired but wanted the chance, I worked like a dog, stayed out of trouble, kept my nose clean. I was honest to a fault. Well, I always was that way anyway, circumstances and my own stupidity just worked against me in life. The boss came to trust me after a couple of years. He was having a party, asked me to come. I told him no at first but he insisted, finally I gave in. It was hotter than the hubs of hell that day, I pulled on just a T-shirt and some shorts and went over there. I didn't bother with underwear, never did, they cost money I didn't want to spend. I suppose I made quite a sight walking in the gate, an extra large T-shirt fits my upper body like a glove. My 36" waist makes my shoulders look even bigger, I have arms like trash cans. I didn't really think of that though, that I might actually look frightening to some people. The party was a normal back yard affair, beer in some coolers, a barbeque going, clouds of smoke pouring off it as meat was being burned nicely. I looked around, several couples, a few singles, I tried to fit in. My boss made an effort to introduce me. I nodded and instantly forgot everyone's names. There was a small pool by the side of the house, a couple of pretty ladies were swimming. I was a bit uncomfortable, I knew almost no one so I went and sat by the pool in a lawn chair to watch. I will say I enjoyed the view, the one gal was maybe 30 or so, nice and round where it counted. She had her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was sending glances my way, enough that I was starting to get nervous. The other gal was a bit older, not much. She had short black hair, too black, had to be color of some kind. She was checking me out, too. I know. I am supposed to say I liked it but all it did was make me nervous, I was still at that point where I didn't care much about women. I had found a Ginger Ale in the cooler and was sipping it. The blonde got up on the diving board, I swear, she was posing! Her breasts were full, the lime Green thing she had on didn't cover very much. Women wore one piece bathing suits with modesty flaps in the front when I went to the beaches years back. The latest suits were outrageous by comparison. I was going out of my way not to look. Besides, sure as hell she or the other one would be married to some jerk who would get in my face, I still had to go see my Probation Officer every two weeks, one complaint and I was back in a cell. So I didn't get to look, or fight. If someone tried to fight with me I had to lay down and let them beat me up, way it was. But I knew that wouldn't happen if I avoided any chance of conflict. Then the blonde looked at me to see if I was looking back. I was, damn it. She dove in, swam across the pool to the edge. She stopped there and looked right at me. "Do you know I can see your cock up your shorts?" I realized, went into shock, shoved the pants leg down. Stammered. "Oh! No, I am sorry, I didn't...." "Relax, I like it." Flustered, I got up and got out of there, went way over to the other side of the yard. Someone shoved a paper plate with a mass of beans and some charcoal piece of meat at me, I took it and went over to a tree by myself. The food was surprisingly tasty, guess I was hungry. I ate it, sipped some more Ginger Ale, then I leaned back against the tree. I dozed off. "Hey, sleepy!" The voice came through to me in a fog. I opened my eyes, it was the blonde. "I'm Sara, who are you?" Hesitant, I answered, "Dan." She plopped down beside me, still wearing that green thing that did little to cover anything. I was nervous, wanted to go back to my room and lift weights, pound my body, be safe. "Did I scare you?" "Uh..Yea." "You didn't know, huh?" "I..I'm sorry." "Relax, I have seen those before, yours is nice!" Big grin from her. I turned pink at that, thinking of excusing myself and getting the hell out of there. She kept at me with little chops of conversation, maybe you can understand when I say I was trying to turn away, get her to leave, anything. All the body language I knew. It didn't work, she kept on. Somehow we slipped into a conversation, I don't even remember about what, but I went from frightened to comfortable to interested. I had been years since I had even spoken to a female in anything more than passing. Oh, I got teased a lot at the gas station, Gabe liked offering full service so we checked tires, washed windows, cleaned the mirrors and headlights. Some of those housewife types liked to come in with a bit of extra flesh showing, I saw lots of pantihose and nipples as I went about my work. I just did my best to ignore them all. But they had an effect, I would get back to my little hovel and masturbate thinking of some of them. I suppose at this point the reader will have an image of a brooding, hulking guy, long stringy hair and tattoos. I keep my hair cut very short, saves on shampoo and cream rinses. No tattoos, I was (and am) just big. 48" chest, 20" biceps, 18" forearms. All I ever did back then was work, write, and work out. So sitting and talking to a very pretty lady that seemed interested was way out of my normal lifestyle. Sara told me all about herself, college, the hair salon where she worked, on and on. Just conversation. I realized she was also sitting in such a way that more and more of her breast was slipping up and out of her top, too. All that did was make me nervous again. I pointedly did not look, but I was also extremely aware of it. My cock started to betray me, too. I was willing it to stay down but it has a mind of it's own and Sara was pretty. And Sara was teasing me, she knew she was getting to me, too. I was at the point where I wanted to get up and leave, but I couldn't get up and leave with a damn boner sticking out, I was trapped. Sara smiled. "I think you like me." "Uh..yea." "Let's go." "Go?" "Yes, where do you live?" "About 4 blocks, but...." "Come on!" She jumped up and reached for my hand, pulling at me. I looked over my shoulder, realized there was a gate right there, escape! I gave up, allowed her to pull me to my feet and we headed off down the street. That must have been quite a sight, Sara in her skimpy green outfit, me in a tight T-shirt and shorts, holding hands as we headed down the sidewalk towards my room. I tried to let go of her hand, she wouldn't. We climbed the single flight of stairs to my tiny one room apartment. It was over the storeroom for the gas station so it was quiet except during the daytimes. I was now assistant manager with a small raise, so I was always working during the day anyway. The station was open of course, one of the guys on the relief crew looked over and saw us, he grinned ear to ear and went back to work. That was Carlos, I knew he would keep his mouth shut. Carlos and I had the same Probation officer, his was for armed robbery, mine for manslaughter. Carlos had a sick wife and no money, tried to hold up a store. The clerk had shot him. I suppose Carlos could have killed the guy instead, maybe gotten away. But that wasn't in him, he just stood there and took it when all went wrong. Me? I had just belted a guy who was screwing mine. I hit him too hard, though. Like me, Carlos was trying to get things right, too. He was my only friend. His wife had died while he was in prison, mine just took everything and divorced me. I opened the door, Sara walked in and looked around the sparse room. Just a single bed, a tiny little half stove, a small fridge and my weights. One small stuffed chair sat by itself. I had a bench I had made for my typewriter, and a nice little chair with roller wheels I had salvaged out of a dumpster and recovered with Denim. I had stretched the material tight and stapled it down with a big box stapler from the shop, that worked good. Clothes I kept neatly folded in stacks on a bench. Gabe let me use a washing machine he had in the storeroom to clean uniforms, but I had no closet. The roof was at an angle on one side so I put the shelves there. My single bed, a cot really was sideways to the wall. I had to do it that way to make room for my weights. I stood there, waiting for her to turn up her nose and leave, she didn't. It wasn't much, but it was spotless and neat. She turned to me. "You live here?" "Yes." "Why?" "Cheap, I am saving to buy a house." Then she spotted the typewriter on a bench by the other wall. "You write?" "Yea." "What do you write?" I told her some of it, fiction, short stories, things like that. "Erotic?" "Yes." "Show me some." I reached for a pulp magazine, handed it to her. It had one of the few stories I had sold in it. Just a short piece about a woman in midlife crisis, lightly erotic. 2500 words or so, I had been paid $30 for it. I flipped open to the page, handed it to her. She read some of it, then looked at the author's name. "You write as a woman?" "Sometimes." She sat and read, I went over and made some tea, handed her a cup as she was finishing up. Her face was flushed, she smiled. "You are different." I said nothing, sipped the scorching tea. "You know women." I just looked at her, thinking, no I don't. Sara set the cup down, got up and walked over to me. She put out her hand, let her fingers trace down my chest, leaving streaks of fire in their wake. "Do something for me." she whispered that, a trace of huskiness and a catch in her voice. "What?" "Do it for me." "Do what?" "You know." She stepped back, reached behind her back for the tie on her top. "I will do it for you." "I...." Her top slipped, slid off one breast. She hesitated, expecting. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. "Do it." Her top fell free, she was bare to the waist. Her globes were high and firm, nipples crinkled to erect little buttons. The perfect size for her body. The first bare breasts I had seen in the flesh for more than a decade other than a rare glimpse at the gas station. She stepped back, her hands came to the tiny bottoms, started to slide them down. "Do it!" I pulled my T-shirt over my head, she looked at my upper body. "God." escaped her lips. "You are..." The bottoms slid down and off. She sat on the edge of my cot, looked at me. Her pubic hair was blonde too, trimmed just enough to not protrude out the sides of her bikini bottoms. I could see her lips clearly through the blonde tufts, her clit was red and swollen, sticking out. The soft coils of blonde just above her vagina curled upwards, damp. My breath quickened, I fought down the attempt my body made to explode without touching myself. I reached for the catch on my shorts, tripped it, slid them down, my erection springing free and up. Her eyes were locked on me, her hand went between her legs, she opened them wide. I watched as she opened the folds, slipped a finger in to stroke. I reached down and grasped my own length, drew back, my foreskin rolled back, exposing the big pink head. I was as fully erect as I could get, not huge but respectable. I sat in the only other chair, let my legs open. We sat there staring at each other, stroking, working, showing. It was delightfully erotic. Sara's body shuddered as she climaxed, then I watched as she began to build again. I was close, then I was over the top. Her beautiful body took on a reddish hue between her breasts. Her left hand stroked her breasts as her right hand worked between her legs, she orgasmed a 3rd time. Her nipples flattened and softened, expanding to a lighter color as she relaxed. I just sat and watched as she mellowed, my own erection began to fade. Then she hopped up, went to my tiny sink, wet two towels, tossed me one. We cleaned up, I even used the towel to mop the splashes I had allowed to hit the floor. Sara slipped her tiny suit back on, looked at me with a wicked smile. "Thanks, that was fun." She reached for the door, I still stood there naked. She turned back to me, looking me slowly up and down. "Write this story. Write it as a man." I nodded. "I will come back to read it." A wink and she was gone. I sat for quite awhile, then I pulled on my T-shirt and shorts, sat down at my typewriter. "Write this story." she had said. Here it is. Accidental Show So my wife and I are like many of you. We met in high school, I a senior and she a freshman. She was inexperienced and young and we dated for years and eventually married. She was 14 when she started dating me and still has experience with only myself. She is small, about 100 pounds and very fit. She has a tight body and small, perky A cup breasts. She is unusually modest though and my efforts to convince her that she is hot have basically failed. Though I love them, her small breasts are a source of embarrassment to her. She just thinks she should have a bit more size, so she routinely wears water filled bra cups, gel inserts etc. My friends and hers think she is a B cup, I'm sure. Even her modest swim suits have inserts in the top. We have been married for years and, as far as we know, I'm the only guy to view these awesome tiny breasts. She even has a female gynecologist. Anyway, I'm as proud as the next guy of my beautiful wife, but I'm possessive too. That makes what happened next all the more strange. A college buddy of mine, his wife and my wife and myself took a trip recently, requiring a two leg flight. When we checked in curb side, one bag was overloaded and Jessica, my wife, opened it up to move stuff to a lighter bag. I was shocked to see her dress top and bra gape open when she bent over. Whit her small boobs, just a small gape revealed all. I could see both breasts and nipples clearly. Nobody else was near though and I said nothing. I'm amazed that she didn't have on one of her padded bras. We checked in and went to the gate with the other couple. Our daughter was with us and everytime Jessica bent over to help her with her shoes, bag etc, her biggest (or in this case, smallest) secret was revealed. Usually, I would have said something to keep her modesty, but I was unusually turned on by this forbidden show. For the first leg of the flight, I didn't think my buddy had noticed, but then it happened. While we were waiting for the tram, she bent over to reach in her carry on, and he was treated to her start white little breasts with her perfect little nipples pointing straight down. I watched his face and said nothing. His gaze was fixed on Jessica's chest for 10 or 20 seconds before he had to look away before the wives noticed. I felt excited rather than the jealousy that I expected. Of course, now what has been done can't be undone. My buddy, who we hang out with all the time, will have a perfect memory of a long, good look at my wife's tits. Oddly enough, I loved it. As we left the airport, the cab driver "helped" her install the child seat for about 7 minutes as I stood by. She never noticed the air on her hanging boobs, and didn't seem to notice that he spent more time looking at her chest than the seat. Later that night, we were working on the presex foreplay, and I got suspicious of all this flesh that she had been flashing. I held her wrists, lay on her naked body and looked her in the eyes while I described my buddy and the taxi driver ogling her tiny white boobs. She acted shocked, but she was wet and ready. I think my shy little wife may have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak after all. I'll hope for a repeat performance some time.. Accidental Show Ch. 02 Back to normal. Well, if anything in my life could ever be called that. No sign at all for days of Sara, the nasty and cute little Blonde from the party at my boss's house. I just did my job at the gas station, customers coming and going all day, all night. I wake up at 5, make the 100 foot walk to the islands, on the job by 6. I usually put in 12 hours, just normal, nothing else to do really but sit at home and work out. I will usually spend around 2 hours lifting, getting every muscle in my body to that point where they burn. Then sweaty, I take care of myself. Now the vision of Sara's body flashes in my mind, the eager look on her face as she stared at me gets me hot. I can picture every inch of her naked body in the throes or orgasm, quite a vision. I was laying on my back, a set of 40's in my hands. Swing them straight up, then straight out to the floor, arm's length. Relax, do it again. My goal was 100 reps, I was at 60 of them. Yeah, I know. Try that sometime. Nothing else to do. I was deep into the pain of that, there was a knock at my door. Nobody ever knocks at my door. I set the weights down, cranky, figuring it was Carlos from the station, something broken. Except for a pair of shorts I was naked. I opened the door, here stood Sara and the Black haired woman from the party. "Hi, Dan! We came to visit!" "Oh, ...well, I'm not..." as she pushed by me into my little apartment. "This is Cindy." I nodded, noting the look of shock in her face, was that a trace of fear? I was used to that, too. Think 240#, 36" waist, arms fully pumped up with the blood vessels bulging at the surface, my sweat soaked upper body flushed with blood. Yeah, likely scared her. I tried to smile, probably made it worse. I sometimes think my best gentle smile is a bit like a housecat's, staring at a baby bird that fell out of the nest. Sara wasn't scared though, she turned to me and did that fingernails brushing down my chest thing again that almost makes me blow in my pants. That felt like her hands were flame, I could sense my cock swelling, pressing against my too-tight shorts. "Cindy wants to see your dick!" No bashfulness here. "Uhh..." "Oh, isn't he gorgeous?" she glanced sidelong at Cindy, who by now had body language like the Deer in the headlights bit. Sara's hands were now sliding up and down my biceps. Sara stepped back from me, a quick motion and she was nude to the waist. Neither one of them had a hell of a lot on to start with, Sara was in a cutoff top and shorts, Cindy in a thin T-shirt that hung far enough I couldn't tell what she had on for bottoms. I just stood there and stared at her, nervous again. I still didn't know her situation. She could be married, related to my boss, lord knows. I didn't ask, none of my business. But if we kept this up, I knew it could be. Jealous husbands or boyfriends didn't fit in my scheme of things at all. "Well?" Her hands went to the sides of her shorts. I just stood there. "Do it!" That was a demand. I reached for the snap on my shorts as she slid hers off, there she was, nude again. The memory from before flashed in my mind, then fled as she lay back across my cot and opened her legs. I stepped out of my own shorts, kicked them with my toes towards wall. I reached back and grabbed my chair, sat. Her hands went between her legs again, her gaze fixated on my by now fully erect member. I could see Cindy out of the corner of my eye, just standing there. She had this little handbag that she pulled around tight in front of her, maybe as protection of some kind I guess. I started to stroke myself, just like before. It wasn't as exciting as it was before, with Cindy standing there. I knew all about witnesses, it was unnerving but I still couldn't stop. Sara looked over at Cindy. "See what I mean?" "I never..." Cindy's voice cracked, trailed off. I glanced at Cindy, her face was flushed, she was looking down at my crotch. I turned slightly towards her, improving her view. She was only about 4 feet away, no place else to go in my tiny little apartment. I slowly slid my hand back, letting the head of my cock slide out of the foreskin. She stared, open-mouthed. I saw the moment she lost control, she set her handbag down on my writing table, took one step forwards, reached out for me. Her eyes were like silver dollars. Her smallish left hand covered and grasped me from above. The top of her head barely came to my mid-chest level. She held me for a second, then stroked a couple of times. Then her right hand came around, she had both hands on me, I just dropped mine to the sides, allowed it. She was leaning, more and more, I was sure she was going to drop to her knees and put her mouth around me but she didn't. She just kept stroking, harder and harder, leaning in. Then I knew what she wanted, so I relaxed and just let go. The first gob splashed out and hit her on the cheek, the 2nd went on her forehead and into her hair. She didn't stop stroking, just increased the pressure. My first orgasm faded but I didn't go soft, so she kept going. I was building again, finally a huge blast coated her again. I started to fade that time, she let go, seeming to come back to the here and now. Then she tilted her head up at me and smiled, gobs of my seed dripping from her face. She wasn't afraid of me anymore. I grabbed a soft towel and gently wiped her face and hair, she just stood there and let me. We both looked at Sara, still working on herself, eyes closed now, lost in her own fantasy world. Then she relaxed, grinned at Cindy. "See what I mean?" I realized Cindy was running her hands over my arms and chest, she seemed to be enjoying that. I suddenly felt odd standing there naked with her dressed, so I stepped over, picked up my shorts. Sara was pulling her top on, funny, she put that on first. Then they left, just like that. Sara stopped for a moment at my door, looked back at me. "Write this one too." The door closed. I sat there for a long time, thinking again. It was about 4 hours later, I was writing this. There was a knock on my door. It was Cindy, by herself. She was dressed in a soft knee-length dress, a pretty blue color. It hugged her nicely. "Can I come in?" "Uhh..yea" I stood aside, she brushed past, smelling sweet. I shut the door and turned to her, ready to ask what she wanted. She was just laying her dress carefully over the back of my chair. She was naked. Her breasts looked swollen, nipples the size of dollars, black as night. Her pubes were trimmed, dark, and thick. I just waited. She walked two steps towards me, pressed against me. "I need you." Her hands went to the catch on my shorts, fumbling, struggling, finally she tripped it. She slipped the zipper down, freed me. I stepped out of them for the 2nd time that day. Her arms went around me, breasts pressed against me. My hands dropped between her legs, she was sopping. I put my hands to her waist, lifted her slight weight, then lowered her onto me. My erection slid right in, no hands, no help. I held her there, her feet a good six inches off the floor. Then I crabwalked to the bed, lay her back, still joined. I had to really twist my body to get my mouth on her breasts, she was tiny. I delighted in her nipples, they shrank in size, got erect, extended to tiny long peaks on her soft mounds. I know I had her to at least her third orgasm, when I heard a knock at my door. Cindy and I stopped, the knock came again, more insistant. I pulled out, wrapped a towel around myself, threw one to Cindy. I walked over and opened the door. It was Sara. "Can I come in?" she asked, sliding by me as I stood there more of less helpless. She stopped when she saw Cindy sitting there wrapped in just a towel. I waited for the explosion, yelling, something. It didn't come, she just smiled. Sara turned to me and grinned, "Save some for me, big boy!" I had a feeling that somehow I was going to have to pay for this. Shrugging, I shut the door, flipped the lock. Oh, well. MGM Accidental Show Ch. 03 You just can't know what it's like. Here I was, 41 years old, fresh out of almost 10 years parked for popping the guy I caught screwing my woman. Hit him too hard, my mistake. I was sorry about that, but they made me pay. God I paid. I paid with time, I paid with the wife gone, she divorced me of course. Everything I owned in the world, all gone. Even my Chevelle, I loved that machine. My dog Zodiac, gone too. Dead likely, by the time they gave me some clothes and a dab of money and kicked me out. I didn't want to go out, it scared me. You won't understand if you haven't been there. There are rules, structure. Things are taken care of, we get fed. Everything right on time. It becomes normal. Oh, I finally got a job, a tiny place to live. My boss Gabe was cool, he gave me a chance, I grabbed at it. Busted my ass for that man, I wanted to succeed. I was a convicted felon, that meant no hunting, I couldn't touch a firearm, no voting, lots taken from me for all time. Punishment never ends. So I busted my ass, I worked hard, I handed in every single penny, honest to the point of ridiculous. I killed a man, you see. Now I probably did that when my government told me to go fight a war, sent me out as a target for people hiding in jungles to take potshots at. I am sure I killed some there, but I don't know for 100% sure. Most of that was firing off in the general direction. One day I felt a sting and I went down. A free ticket home, I took it. You would too, way it was. Pretty wife and I picked up where we left off, that lasted just a few months. I came home early one day, caught them. My life ended that day, there was a fight, I belted the guy. Thorn in my side for years, my wife Patti just would not let that go. Hell, she should have been with him, not me. I don't know why she wasn't. So I reacted, hit the guy. Yep, too hard. Then 10 years went by, and I was standing on the street, wondering where I could go. The government found me the job, I was grateful. I tried on my own, people take one look at me and get frightened. I am big, 244#. My waist is 36", I have arms no one believes. All I do is lift weights and work out. I had a goal once to do 100,000 pounds in one day. I went past that. By a lot. Yep, big. Nothing else to do. Until that party. That woman, Sara. She pushed, I tried to squirm, get away from her. She had none of that. She somehow made me masturbate for her while she did it for me, then she brought over her friend Cindy. My mind went nuts, I had not even touched a woman in over 12 years. The only ones I ever saw were the housewife types that came in and let me see a nipple or some pantihose while I did my job in the gas station. One thing, then another. All of a sudden I had a sex life, I had pointedly been avoiding women up until then. Cindy showed up by herself later that 2nd time, in minutes we were fucking like minks. Sara popped in and in no time was right in the middle of that, I had two willing women in my tiny little apartment, on my cot, naked. Hey, it was fun, my IQ dropped the usual 40 points. It lasted a Month or so, it started out as 2-3 times a week, then it was one or the other every day. I didn't ask any questions, should have. None of my business, though, learned that inside, don't ask. It got so I couldn't finish a workout session, one or the other or both would knock on my door. That by itself was a huge change, nobody ever knocked on my door in the years I worked for Gabe, my boss. Well, unless something was broken they wanted me to fix. Sex. Sex every day, I began to get used to it again. When I was married to Patti it was sex every day. Changes either way are a shock to the system. One day I was working out, about halfway done. There was a knock on my door. Expecting either Cindy or Sara, I answered. Here stood some guy. I looked him up and down, trying to figure out if he was a Cop or some official. Yep, all that in the back of my mind, I still had a dab of probation to do. Not much, but some. Enough that one fuckup and I was right back in the joint. "You Dan?" "Yeah." "I want to ask you some questions." I meekly opened the door, let him in. He walked in, looked around. I sized him up, big guy, close to my size, but I had upper body size on him by a lot. "You know Cindy?" No fucking around, to the point. "Yes." "Fucking her?" A sneer on his face. "Yes." I don't dare lie. "Do it again and I will kill you!" He was angry, I was getting it. Exactly what I didn't want. "Hey, I don't...." "Shut the fuck up!" I just stood there. "Cindy is mine, I want you to leave her alone, she isn't going to be with a piece of crap like you, bud." "Hey, she is free, white and..." I started. He hit me in the face. I just stepped back. He hit me again. I just took it. "I know about you, asshole." His hand came back to hit me again, I reached out and grabbed his balled fist. Bore down. Hard. His mouth came open, knees folded. I let go. "Don't hit me again." "You will go back to jail for that!" I just looked at him. Fuck. Right on schedule, two police officers arrived, asked me a ton of questions. I just told them the truth. I expected arrest. But they left, I grabbed my weights and started in, I guess it was 3-4 hours. I went to work the next day, normal. Gabe asked me about the bruise on my face, the cut on my lip. I just shrugged. I got through the day, headed for my room. "Hey!" came a voice. I looked back, the same guy and 2 others. I thought about running to my room, but I never did run very well. "What?" "Time to teach you a lesson, asshole." They were on me. One had a length of chain, one had a short bar, the guy was standing back a bit, waiting. Hell, I didn't even know his goddam name. I tried to block the blows, the one guy was heavyset, swinging that damn piece of chain. I managed to push the smaller guy back, but my head exploded and I went down. As my head cleared, I was pinned back against the wall, one on each side holding my arms. The jerk was saying something, I saw him draw back, then hit me in the stomach. It didn't hurt, he might as well have been hitting the wall behind me. He hit me again. Then in the face, that pissed me off. I just pulled, the jerks on each side went flying, I reached for the one in front, got my hands on him. His face changed, went to shock, I had him up to throw when I heard a yell. "Dan!" It was Carlos, my friend and fellow worker at the shop. I set the guy down, it was over. They had thought they could handle me, but two of us was too much. Carlos went with me up to my apartment, cleaned up the tear in my ear where the chain had laid me open. I asked Carlos the questions I should have asked before but didn't. The guy was Terry, Gabe's son. Seems he was an item until I arrived on the scene. Nothing I could do, I knew what was coming. My PO is a weasily little black guy who delights in having total power. Always yapping about no firearms and keep my nose clean. Always threats of back to the joint if he even smells some kind of trouble. I am an easy 80 pounds bigger than him and he makes me call him "Sir" as he sneers at me and makes me feel like crap. Sometimes his eyes are big as saucers and he is buzzing on some shit and he looks down on me. Sure as hell I was going to be fired anyway for jacking my boss's kid. I had never met him before, didn't know there was one. Like I said, didn't ask. Carlos left, I didn't go to the shop, just sat and waited. I thought I knew what was coming. It was probably 4-5 hours later, knock on the door. I sighed, got up, expecting cops. It was Gabe, Sara was with him. "Can we come in?" "Yea.." I stepped aside. Gabe looked around the tiny little room he let me stay in as part of my job. He smiled. It wasn't much but I had some pictures on the walls, a plant growing in the corner by the only window. Not a speck of dirt, neat as a pin. I had covered the bare walls, fixed the little room up. "Had some trouble, huh?" "Yea.." "Hey, I am sorry about Terry, I will see that he leaves you alone." I just nodded. Sara was grinning at me, making me nervous. "I hear you met Sara." "Yea." I blushed. "And Cindy." I just looked at him, waiting. He reached out and patted Sara's fanny. She smiled. That surprised me. "Well, they are a lot of fun!" Gabe looked at me. "Take a couple of days off, then come on back to work." He left. Sara stepped over to me as the door closed. She put her hand on my chest, smiled. Her head tipped up, she kissed me. Yep, right back at it. I was thinking things would be all right as I buried my face in her soft breasts. Things settled, got back to normal. There was no sign of Terry, oddly, my probation Officer never even mentioned the incident. I was thinking that Gabe may have had something to do with that. I had built up a bit of a nest egg by this time, not much, but a few thousand bucks. I had plans. Part of my job was to work on customer's vehicles when they came into the shop. There was one model we saw a lot of. Same damn thing every time, a part broke in the timing assembly. One day I got fed up, found a piece of steel about the right size, and made a part to replace the plastic piece of shit the factory put in there. It worked. I made another, then another. Word got around. Gabe noticed, he was pleased. He bought some material to help, I was getting to where I spent more time making those things than I did anything else. It gave me an idea. I finally got done with my Probation Officer, I was free. Gabe and I shook hands, he seemed a little sad but accepted. I found a tiny house, put some money down. It had a little building out back, I was making my pieces by hand, selling them. Gabe even bought quite a few. So did a lot of other people. I had some packaging made, soon I had product into stores. My nest egg got bigger. Sara and Cindy had more or less faded by the wayside. Sara had married some Doctor, Cindy moved off somewhere, I was back to solo sexuality. I never really did go out looking for women much. I still worked out a lot, time permitting, but more and more time was spent in my little shop, making parts. Nice exciting stuff, I know. One day a car drove up. A fat guy and a good looking woman got out, asked me a bunch of questions. They were buyers, I was used to that. The lady's name was Joanne, I noticed she kept looking me up and down. I was suddenly aware of the grubby T-shirt I was wearing, and my ever-present shorts. I agreed to a small test run for them, and they left in short order. Later that evening my phone rang. It was Joanne, wanting to meet with me. I agreed to meet her at a nearby cafe, grabbed a shower and slid on some slacks and a shirt. I was thinking more business, and wished I had time to get a haircut. I had been neglecting that, my hair hung to my shoulders. I used some of that comb in color stuff to hide the grey, my one concession to vanity. I had bought the wrong color one day, too late I had lighter streaks in it. I realized I liked that so I just kept on with it. So I suppose I didn't exactly look the part of a budding businessman. I got to the Cafe, Joanne was waiting. I looked her up and down, she was perhaps late 30's or so, nice and snug body in the tight slacks and loose top she wore. Pretty, in fact. We sat down, ordered coffee. She got right to the point. "You are one hell of a hunk of man." I blushed, she just smiled at that. "I was thinking about you all day." "You were?" "Yes, perhaps you and I could go somewhere and get to know each other better." I blinked. Just like that. No messing around. "I..uhh..." "You aren't gay, are you?" "No." "Good, shall we?" She got up, held out her hand. I got up and took it, soft as butter. We got in her car and drove over to her hotel. We were no more than inside with the door barely shut and she was running her hands all over my upper body, exploring. I think I know why women do that, but I am not sure. Some just see the way I am built and can't stop themselves. Some take one look and are frightened. Joanne obviously liked what she saw. She was tugging at my shirt, she finally got it pulled up to my armpits, I lifted my arms to help. She put her face against my chest, nuzzled. Then she did something that just blew me away, she put her mouth on my left nipple and sucked. No woman had ever done that to me before. Her left hand came up and grasped my other nipple, she lightly rolled the tip of it as she gently sucked on the other. I goddam near went off in my pants, the sensation was incredible. Then I was on the bed, she was exploring, inspecting every inch of me. My body responded, my cock rose to hard as a rock. She ran her hands over my bulge, pleased with what she found. I was on my back, she moved up and sat on my crotch. She pulled her top over her head, revealing a soft lacy white bra, more of a covering than any kind of support. I reached around behind and tripped the catch, she shrugged it off herself, nice full breasts swing free right in my face. My hands came up, stroked her, then I leaned in and nuzzled her like she nuzzled me. She moved around, we were face to face, her legs pointed away from mine. In this position she could suck and play with my nipples while I could suck and play with hers, another new one on me. Never in my life! Orgasms somehow without cumming, if that is the right term. My body was tembling and shaking, in the throes of pleasure. I still wore my slacks and Joanne wore hers. It was so fast, so complete, I hadn't even really had time to check out her body. This was a good half hour, I was so lost in the feelings I was having trouble working on her in return. Finally, almost mercifully, she stopped. She kissed me on the lips. Then she got up, stretched as I watched. beautiful, her bare breasts had just a trace of sag, the upper part curved evenly all the way to the pinkish brown tips. I lay there feeling exhausted, just watched. She ran her hands over herself, then reached down and tripped the button on her pants. Down they came, revealing low cut white panties. I could see the darker spot where her wetness hand spread to the cloth. She hooked her thumbs in the sides, slid them down, stepped out of them. Then she put right leg up on the bed by my face, opening herself deliberately to my gaze. She was unshaven, the brown hairs full and even. Her left hand came down, touched just above her clit, she pressed and lifted. She was staring right at me, she wanted me to look, to see her. I looked, the sight made me even firmer and harder if that was possible. I reached down and unfastened my slacks, opened the fly. My full length sprang free. Joanne grasped each side and pulled, I lifted my hips to help, one hand holding myself. She stripped my slacks off, then lay down and slipped her mouth over me. She was moaning as she combined licking and full firm suction, I was going to blow and she knew it. Without even taking her mouth off me, she somehow swung around and straddled my face. I looked up to see her full lips, swollen and pink, descending towards my face. I opened my mouth and sucked her in, rewarded with a gutteral groan. She had that sweet yet salty combination of flavors, her lips were puffy and large. I rolled them around with my tongue as I felt her mouth work it's magic. I felt my face dampen as she orgasmed, the kind that gets little repeated grunts from a woman. Then she stood again, looking at me. I lay there on my back, fully erect. She hopped up and straddled my chest, rubbing herself slowly down my chest, my abdomen. Her hands reached out and took my wrists, holding me down. I didn't struggle, just let her. I could feel her sex hunting, seeking me, closer and closer. She found my stiffness, she seemed to reach out with her vagina and grab me. She rolled her hips back and forth, then side to side, to overcome the initial resistance, then I felt myself start to slide. We were fully joined, she stopped as she adjusted inside to my size. Then a long careful stroke, her hips came up, then down as she held me firmly in place. It was slow, incredibly slow, she took a good 3-4 seconds with each stroke, impaling herself fully each time she thrust forward. Then I got the next surprise as her inner muscles clamped down on me, almost squeezing me out of her. That was it, I could not take any more. The top of my head seemed to come off with the first ejaculation, Joanne's head went back, mouth came open. The sound from her was almost a cry of pain. We lay there joined. For some reason my mind counted back, it had been almost a year since I was with a woman. My life was full of work, trying to be something, someone. My life was solo sexuality with no real need for more. I realized that I had just had my first orgasm in nearly a year without the fantasy of Sara naked on my cot with her legs open, hands busy, in my mind. "Wow." escaped my lips. I glanced at my watch, we had been at it for over an hour. Joanne slipped off me, lay on her side snuggled up tight. "Now that is the way it is supposed to be!" she said, with a giggle. I was thinking that this would be just fine, when the phone rang. Joanne jumped up, grabbed it. "Shhh!" she held a finger to her lips. "This is probably my husband." Fuck. I lay there thinking I really do need to learn to ask questions. Accidental Show Ch. 04 I just left the heading (exhibition & Voyeur) here because some of you don't like my writing style. This makes it easy for the few idiots, you can just move the fuck on. _________________________________________________ This series started with Sara noticing she could see up my shorts. Fact is I didn't know, it embarrassed me, scared me too. The big reason was I had me a probation officer at the time. He was a scrawny little black guy, he snorted or smoked or stuck himself with something, God knows what. Gave me shit, delighting in his power over me. Just one little incident like someone claiming I was exposing myself to women and my ass was back in the can. Hell, here I was, 244 pounds and pure muscle. All I ever did was work and lift weights. You can't know unless you get into it. Lift, take it to pain, go past, then keep going until you simply can't. Rest. Then do it again. Nothing else to do. Government takes bad people, gives them the tools to become strong bad people, trust me on that. Then they turn us loose to live with you! Something to think about. I wasn't bad people, but I had to live with them for 10 years. It was a good idea to not appear weak. Let's just say nobody fucked with me much. Just one tried, big guy. He lifted too. One day, he challenged me, I told him to leave me alone. One thing then another, he swung at me. It lasted maybe 10 seconds. End of that, nobody fucked with me anymore. Way back when I ran into Sara at that party my life changed. Hell, I hated women, didn't date, didn't try. Sure, I had the housewife types that came into the Gas station I worked at. Lots of them, bored to tears. Husbands with their heads in the clouds, no idea of what they had at home. Going through the motions, come home on Saturday night and get a little. Then just roll over and snore while the wife lays there staring at the ceiling, dreaming of the men she reads about in romance novels. Can't fool me, I saw those women. Could have had them, lined them up, not a problem. I just didn't. Lord they tried, I saw titties, pantihose, I saw lots with no panties. Nice full service gas station, yep, we washed windows. Your gals come in to fill up the tank, here is a guy who could hold most of their hubbies up off the ground at arm's length while sipping a Ginger Ale with the other hand. You think they don't notice? Yep. While those guys are sitting on their soft ass down at the office, I am washing the windshield on that BMW they bought their wife. I am just the grubby gas pump jockey to them, but I am looking that their wife's tits or pussy and they are showing it to me, hoping I will pay attention. I just ignored them, did my job, went home. Sara changed all of that. Somehow she knew the trick to a man like me. She just took over, told me what to do. I followed along like a puppy dog, it's always been that way. Sex with me has to be taken by a woman, if they wait for me to ask, that's all they will ever do. I just have no aggression in me. Not sure why, maybe 10 years in prison beat it out of me. Then Sara's friend Cindy, my God. Sex again. 10 years with no sex, closer to a dozen by then. 41 years old, and I was having fun again. But everything changes, Sara and Cindy moved on. Guess things always do. I just went on with the plan I had. Built me a little company, one step at a time. I was free, nobody checking on me. Back into society, a life. Well, if you can call it that. One buyer was a lady, her name was Joanne. Cute, she wanted me and went for it. Somehow we ended up with an amazing experience. Then she was gone, just like that. I wrote about it, she was fine. I suppose I could have only written about the sex, but there was more to it than that. Sex doesn't just "happen", lots of things lead up to that moment. In my case, it has sometimes been years of "leading up". I went back to my life. Work, sell, lift weights, on and on. Getting bigger. For sex, I took care of myself. For a long time it was almost like going through the motions. Then after Sara, I would get the vision of her naked and leaning back on my cot, exposing herself. Wanting to, wanting me to look! That helped lots. Later I would think of Joanne. Sometimes I would reach up and roll one of my nipples like she had done, it wasn't the same, though. I am not too sure of the time lapse, guessing 3 years or so. Nothing to mention in that period, no women, no excitement, just work. I was at the point where my products couldn't keep up with the market I had, money was good. Damn good. I decided to take a vacation, my crew could keep the doors open for a week or two. I got plane tickets, first class. I don't fit in regular airplane seats, so I don't fly much. The cute stewardess kept coming by with little snacks and drinks. She smiled at me a lot, touched my shoulder a couple of times. I got the impression she was interested, but I just let that be. I remember the day I walked off the plane at the Oahu airport. I was wearing shorts like always, an extra large T-shirt that is about one size too small for me, and a heavy leather coat. It was like walking into a fucking Sauna bath. Well, I hadn't taken 10 steps and I realized that the leather coat was silly, I slid it off and flipped it over my shoulder. No idea at all how to get anywhere, I got my one suitcase and found a taxi stand. "151 Uluniuu Avenue" I told the guy. I had found the place in a travel guide, called them up, booked a nice room. Place was a bit cheaper than some of the others, I had spent a good chunk of my vacation budget on the damn airplane. Just 3 blocks off Waikiki beach, sounded good to me. The taxi driver threw his head back and laughed, "Royal Grove, pink one!" in some crazy accent and off we went. I sat there puzzled as the idiot made like Parnelli Jones through traffic, we got there alive but I still have no idea how. I paid the driver, looked up, yep! Pink. The whole place was bright pink! "Jesus Christ!" I thought, "What the fuck is THIS?" A pink hotel? Hell, ideas of queers popped in my head. No problem, used to that in the joint, they would leave me alone. I checked in, they took me back to a kitchen unit, ground floor, it was just around the corner from the small swimming pool. Nice and private, bushes and trees all around in a little garden setting. There was a tiny little stove, a small fridge. Air conditioning with a big sign saying "Turn off when leaving", even a TV set. The bed was a double, too short for my 6'1" frame, but it would do. I unpacked, minor stuff, wandered out to the pool. Found me a deck chair, laid back to get some sun. Hell, I was in Hawaii! It was about an hour later it hit me that the sun pouring down on me was nothing at all like the Pacific Northwest I was used to. I turned into a goddamned Lobster that fast! I got the deck chair back under some of the trees, far too late. I was thinking that I had better go get some oil or something when a voice said, "Oh my!" I looked up, here was this 30-something redhead wearing a bikini that would make a stripper blush. I blinked, looked her up and down. She must have had tiny nipples because the top she had on wouldn't cover big ones. The thing strapped between her legs was the lowest and smallest bikini bottom I had ever seen. The curve of her pubic mound was visible, I could even see a trace of shadow where she had shaved. She caught my startled look, just grinned. I started to get up, she told me to lay back. She reached over and pinched a chunk of some kind of Cactus looking thing. The stuff was growing everywhere around the pool area. She squeezed it, a clear goo ran out, started rubbing it on my arms. The stuff was cold feeling, but it felt good. I just lay back and let her. Then she spread it across my chest, down over my stomach. She spread it out with her hand, I was starting to like this. "Flip over" she said. I did, she went, "Oh my!" again. Yea, I was smart, I had rolled over earlier and burned the shit out of my back, too! "Where is your room?" she asked. I pointed, she said, "Come on." I hesitated, she gave me a dark look. "COME ON!" and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. We walked the short distance to my room, she told me to stretch out on the bed. I noticed she left the door standing open, but hell, there weren't any windows anyway, just screens. I just did what she told me. "Aloe Vera" she said. Whatever the hell that meant. Here was this absolute vision rubbing my body down with whatever that stuff was, at that point we had maybe shared a dozen words between us. The whole situation seemed odd to me. She rubbed the stuff on my legs, my back, pulling my shorts down a tad to get to all of the burned spots. No doubt, I was a horror story. She told me to just pick some out front and put more on every two hours or so, then headed for the door. "Wait! I don't know your na..." "Trina." she answered. "I am nurse. I guess I am YOUR nurse now!" "Oh. I'm Dan." "Want me to come back and treat you?" The smile was wicked. "Uh...OK." She was gone. I lay there feeling like a buttered bun but at least the stinging had stopped. I must have dozed, because I woke up to see Trina standing over me, still wearing that tiny bikini. She had a couple more of those plants in her hand. I shook my head, one look and the bulge in my shorts was obvious. I was doing my best to will it to go down, it wasn't working. "Lay back." she said, looking directly at my crotch with an expression I thought I recognized. I did as she ordered, and just let her coat me with the stuff. She sat back, satisfied, then smiled at me. "Bodybuilder?" she asked. "Not really, I just work out." "Nice." She smiled, got up. "You too." She glanced back at me, with that wicked smile again. Gone. I lay there a long time. It was around noon the next day, my eyes opened and there she was. Just sitting there, watching me sleep. I rubbed my skin, it was red but didn't sting. It felt soft to my touch. "That stuff works" "Yes." "Why are you helping me?" "I am a nurse, besides, you are..." her voice trailed off. I looked, she actually blushed. I knew. I just reached for her, she folded into my arms like it was normal. Guess it was in a way. My hands dropped down, stroked her sides, then I reached for the knot on her top. It really wasn't a top, it was just two patches with some string on it. It opened easily, she shrugged it off. Her breasts were the same color as the rest of her body, I knew she sunbathed that way. She reached to trip the button on my shorts, then pulled them off me, giggling at the sight of my pure white fanny and bright red body. I tripped the tie on her bikini bottoms, the tiny little "V" of her crotch came into view. White as snow, the rest of her body was a golden chocolate color. It was such a contrast that it was almost like a beacon. "I could find that in the dark!" I wisecracked. We both started to laugh, it got to the point where our eyes were wet. She leaned forwards and pressed her smallish but firm breasts against my chest, the laughter was replaced by something deeper. A sigh, a little murmur, her stiff nipples racked my chest. Her hand came down and grasped my erection, she took it in her hand and just held it. One thing that working the body does, it improves the love muscle. I was rigid. She just held it, felt me. Then she climbed up my body, almost frantic, I felt her reaching, reaching, finding me. I wanted my face between her legs but that would have to wait, we were joined. We pounded away at each other for a solid half hour, I fought desperately to keep from orgasm. She went through an easy half dozen levels, then I had no way to hold back. I just relaxed, and let go. The scream I heard in my ears was Trina, head tipped, sweat pouring from her as her entire body rippled. We relaxed, still joined. I was still firm, holding her as her muscles eased, softened around my cock. I gave her a few easy thrusts, slow and gentle, each forward motion made her eyes open, the lids flutter, then close. As we mellowed, I withdrew. She looked down at me, I was still mostly erect. "God..." We washed together in the shower, I took her briefly again as we did. That time was quick, she was on tiptoes and pressed her lower body into me, little sounds escaping as she climaxed, over and over, each peak reaching higher until she simply collapsed in exhaustion. That same delightful fluttering of her eyelids, different from what I have known. We spent the rest of the day cuddled up on the bed, just touching. I spent quite a long time nuzzling between her legs, she was slick and smooth, tasted like spring water. Later, she spread some more of the plant on me, I was fast healing though. Then she lay and played with my cock, almost like it was a toy. She stroked it and moved it back and forth until I was hard as a rock again, then she slowly and delightfully caressed me to an orgasm. We got up, naked, showered again. The cool water was wonderful on my skin, we rubbed and pressed against each other, letting the spray cascade over us in rivelets. It was only about 3 blocks to the beach, Trina and I walked hand in hand down there. We made quite a sight I think. Me in just tan colored shorts, bare chested, Trina wearing three little patches of cloth. At a glance, we probably looked to be naked. My biceps were only an inch or two smaller than her waist, yea, likely quite a sight. There were some cement seats with shade, we sat and watched the beachgoers. Just holding hands at first. Then we held each other as the day cooled, and watched the Sun go down. A small little rain came in just at dusk, it was warm, we didn't even get up to go for shelter. The horizen faded to dark, and suddenly a lightning storm showed up on the horizen, beautiful. After that ended, we walked back to the hotel. Trina gave me a hug, a kiss. "Come by tomorrow? I asked her. "I fly out tomorrow morning." "Oh." She pressed a card into my hand, then she was gone. I sat in the chair, thinking. Two days in Hawaii, not bad at all. Almost two weeks to go. I looked at the card. Her name, a number. The address was 500 miles from my home in Seattle. I smiled and tucked it into my wallet. More adventures to go, yep, two weeks. MGM