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Erotic Adventures Ch. 1

By: Barbara



Ch. 1: A Birthday Surprise

I walked slowly along the crowded grandstand, stopping periodically to debate the wisdom of my intentions today. I had been goaded into taking risks before but the latest dare from my friend was by far the most threatening to my confidence and self esteem.

"Are you really sure that your brother has the only key to the men's changing rooms, Sally?" I turned to my girlfriend. "He is the only one that will be in there before the game is over, isn't he?"

I was keyed up with anxiety. My agreement to fulfil her brother, the coach's long desired fantasy of finding a naked girl showering in his football team's locker room was giving me butterflies in the pits of my stomach. What if something went wrong? The thought nagged at me.

"He'll be over the moon." Sally grinned. "I'll tell him that there may be a another present from someone, waiting for him in the shower room, before I go home. He'll be there!"

I eased my way backward through the frosted glass window. I hung for a few seconds by my fingertips.

"I can't feel the floor, yet Sally!" I temporarily panicked.

"Don't worry! It's only a small drop." Sally urged.

With a light gasp, I landed easily on my feet. Sally peered down through the narrow gap and smiled at me. She was everything that I aspired to be and had no shortage of potential boyfriends, confident, attractive and popular with both sexes, a natural leader. This plan had all been her idea and after several double Tequilas I had agreed that it might be the best way to win her brother back. They had both been far more adventurous and uninhibited, even as children, than I ever was. Today, Sally was really pushing my limits.

"You alright down there, Pam?" She extended her arm through the narrow gap. "Just pass them out to me."

"Just a minute!" I caught my breath.

I looked around the area. The door was shut and there was obviously nobody but myself in the room. I began to take off my sneakers and socks. I passed them to my giggling girlfriend. 

"Hurry up!" She urged me. "We don't want to get caught here."

I sipped off my blouse and then rolled off my jeans. I shivered with nervous tension.

"It's cold in here." I complained. "Maybe I should keep my knickers and bra on for now?" I suggested, suddenly afraid to go through with her cheeky plan. "I can take them off when I hear him coming." I pleaded.

"All of them!" Her flexing fingers signalled Sally's urgency.

"Remember what you agreed to."

My jeans and blouse disappeared out the window. Her arm re-appeared.

It had all seemed like a fantastic idea when we had discussed Peter's surprise present earlier on. The stark reality was now making me more nervous than I thought it would. With shaking hands I reached behind be and unsnapped the well worn hooks and held up my bra, my breasts now free and unencumbered. I could feel a creeping tension mount in my nipples as they became erect. Her grasping fingers latched on to the flimsy garment and within seconds it was out of reach, too late to change my mind. I toyed with the waistband of the last remaining item of my clothing, tortured by doubt. I had always kept my patch of pubic hair trimmed but after last night, my vaginal lips were smooth, carefully shaved completely bare and then waxed for good measure. It had been Sally's idea, yet again, but after a number of stiff drinks I had finally agreed to let her loose with the safety razor.

"It's all the rage." She had assured me. "No bush these days."

At the time it had seemed like a good idea. It had been a harrowing experience but it had made my outer genitals deliciously sensitive, just as she said it would. I slid my fingers under the front of the waistband and touched myself. It sure felt different without public hair over my mons. I shuddered as my fingers traced over my labia, imagining Peter touching me there, once again.

"Come on slowcoach, now the rest! Quickly--Oops, I think I hear someone coming." She gestured wildly. "Back in a minute!" She hissed.

I heard her run off and then loud footsteps as a group of people came around the corner of the main building. She had left the window open so I ducked behind a locker cabinet and stood still. The window was at their knee level and their voices were clear as they walked past my only entry point to the basement shower room. I realised that the people probably couldn't see me anyway because the glass was heavily frosted but I was terrified that someone might notice the open window and get down on the ground to look inside. I began to realise exactly how vulnerable I was, dressed in only tiny G string panties. I looked around the darkened room. No towels or shower curtains. Even the two toilet cubicles had no doors. There were cobwebs everywhere and it seemed that the place hadn't been cleaned recently. The air was strongly scented with male odours from the urinal and I felt totally out of place. 

"Poor bloody players!" I said softly. "What a hole." 

I clutched at my naked breasts defensively and shivered at the very thought of being left to myself in this dank alien environment.

"Hey, Pam!" An arm re-appeared at the window, hand opening and shutting. "Give them to me now,---- quickly!"

In a trance I swiftly obeyed her. I removed my panties and passed my last wisp of material toward her grasping hand. I reached up on tip toe and the G string was suddenly removed from my fingers. A shiver of fear coursed though my body. I had actually gone through with it. In all my life I had never felt so naked. Goosebumps were forming on my smooth vaginal lips to match my breasts.

"There's not even a towel in here, you realise?" I complained.

I heard my friend chuckle.

"The players all keep their own towels in the main changing area." She giggled. "That should be all that they'll be wearing, if anything, when they come in after the match is over." She shrieked with mirth. "All those hard young bodies and only one available young lady. Doesn't that make you all wet? Mmmmm."

Her twisted sense of humour was infectious. False bravado overcame my nervous tension at that point and I attempted to match her mood.

"Why don't you climb in too, then?" I paused, as I thought about the two of us seducing the entire team. "I don't mind sharing them all with you." I added, hoping she might be tempted to join me. 

"Oops! Got to run. I hear another lot coming." She whispered. "Good luck, Pamela darling."

The window closed, leaving a narrow gap and I heard her leave, her footsteps fading quickly. Louder voices now replaced my friend's company and I was alone in a locked shower room with only my aversion to the chilly room and my mounting fears of discovery before Peter came in to find me here. There was only one saving grace. Peter, my one time lover and Sally's older brother, was due to open up and get the room ready for the players to shower after the game. He had coached the young team and taken them from obscurity to the A grade team that was playing today to a packed grandstand of loyal fans. I heard another roar from the crowd followed by loud chanting of the team's name. Another goal?

I had travelled to Sally's flat for the weekend party, hoping for a re-union surprise for Peter at his birthday celebration, planned for tomorrow. I hadn't seen him since we broke up, nearly a year ago.

As girls do, when they get together with a bit of liquid alcoholic refreshment, we had jokingly come up with a plan to make his twenty-fifth birthday one that he would always remember.

The footsteps stopped. I froze, then darted behind the fixed cabinet again. I held my breath, shivering uncontrollably. An inexplicable excitement made me tingle all over.

"Shit! That's dangerous!" An older voice exclaimed. "Someone's gone and left this bloody window open."

My mouth went dry and I crouched down. I heard the slapping sound of wood on wood, followed by a sinister metallic click.

"There, that'll fix it." The voice was muffled now. Someone might have--" The voice faded as he walked off.

I looked up in horror. He had slammed the window shut and the catch was now secure. It had dropped into place, far too high for me to reach. It was like a comedy of errors, no chair or table, no clothing and I was trapped. 

The connecting door, I rapidly discovered, had no inside handle to even let me into the locked changing room next door. At that point I had made up my mind to try to find some of the team player's clothing and give up on the alcohol induced plan that my oldest and dearest girlfriend and I had devised. Even that was no longer possible. There was no light switch to be seen, not that I wanted the light on, in my present state of dress. The darker the better.

I was trapped by my own stupidity and reckless bravado, totally naked with no earthly hope of covering my body in any way. I had thought of wrapping myself in toilet tissue. Better than nothing I determined. I looked inside the toilet cubicles hurriedly.

"Oh no! -- Only the type that comes out of a square box, one single damned sheet at a time." I was now talking to myself again. I must have been worried.

A massive cheer from the crowd outside reminded me that the game was still in progress. I strained my ears against the adjoining door of the dressing room. An eerie silence, once the crowd noise subsided. Peter had not unlocked the door yet. What if he came in with all his players after the game, instead of following his normal protocol? Worse, what if he had merely given his key to someone else today? The possibilities tortured my mind as I looked at the one single item of furniture in the room. A fixed metal cabinet four feet to one side of the only window in the room with a dusty full length mirror on the side of it. Yet another unnecessary reminder of my stark nudity. I looked at myself even more critically. What would Peter think of me, standing in the middle of a room like this without a single stitch of clothing on?

I smoothed my tangled locks with my fingers and straightened my shoulders. If only I had worn a bikini of some sort. My breasts were firm enough but my nipples still looked puffy and were embarrassingly erect, even now. With my familiar patch of hair gone, my pubic area looked less discrete to me than it had before. My smooth vaginal lips did little to hide my aroused state. My inner labia was engorged with blood, making my clitoris clearly visible. I tried to see myself as I hoped that Peter would, as he came through the door. I hoped that he wouldn't reject me, the way I saw myself. 

I went to the shower to see if that would calm my nerves and hide my obvious arousal at the thought of surprising my former lover in this way. I looked at the bank of open showers and picked the one furthest from the door. I turned the tap intending to wait for the warm water to begin to flow. A loud noise from the pipe work thumped through the wall. Anybody around the dressing room now would be sure to know that there was someone on the shower room and make their way inside to investigate the noise. I had mixed feelings as I reached for an old, cracked cake of soap and began to soap up my breasts. This did little to soften the hardness of my nipples and I became even more worried by the nagging fear that whoever opened the door might not be Peter. I turned the water to a hotter setting and was soon enveloped by a hot vapour of steam.

"Who's in there!" A loud male voice challenged.

The door had suddenly opened and I quickly turned away to face the wall. I was dumbstruck. The moment of truth had arrived and I was too scared to speak. I knew the voice was getting much nearer and it didn't sound anything like Peter at all. Quite aggressive in fact. 

"I think you might be in the wrong shower room Miss." The voice was now softer and appeared to be standing beside me. "How on earth did you get in here anyway?"

My knees turned to jelly and I almost collapsed in fear. I forced my head to turn around to face the man standing a few feet away. As I had dreaded, it was not Peter but a much older man in a short white linen dust coat. He was neatly dressed.

"Ooh! I'm sorry!" I bit my lower lip. My startled look was real. I pressed my knees together and made the finest effort that I could in trying to cover my breasts with my arms. I leaned forward.

"I didn't hear you come in. This isn't the ladies room, then? I asked lamely. I could feel myself going bright red with embarrassment.

A wry grin creased his features as he examined my naked body.

"As you well know, I suspect!" He looked me over again, his eyes gleaming with veiled triumph. "Where are all your clothes, young lady?" He was enjoying my discomfort. "Lost them, have we?" He stood with his hands on his hips. "Can't see any around here." His eyes circled around the empty room.

"A girlfriend played a joke on me." I stammered "She told me-- she would be back with my clothes---shortly." I looked at his face for some sign of acceptance. He looked like a linesman or maybe a referee with walk-shorts and long socks on. He might have even been the cleaner but I was sure that I was in deep trouble, either way. The idea of my being in here seemed even more ridiculous when I tried to think of a rational explanation. There WAS none.

"You've got a lovely figure there lass." The man's features softened. "Is this a dare of some sort?" He smiled disarmingly. "Come on, you can tell old Harry." He urged. "I'm not a monster."

He was persuasive and I made up my mind to come clean and tell him everything. He didn't seem like such a bad old guy.

"Are there any towels here?" I asked cautiously. "Just let me get dressed in something first, will you?"

"I've already seen everything---almost." He grinned. "Just humour me will you?" He paused. "I was young once myself, my darling"

He pointed toward the door. "Lets see what we can find you when we go back out in the other room, shall we?" He beckoned.

I turned off the shower and facing away from the man, rubbed my hands over my body to get rid of the excess water. It only served to remind me just how naked I was at the moment. My worst fears had come true. Instead of an intimate, loving reunion with Peter, I had been caught with nothing on by a man, even older than my father. Worse still, I was more sexually excited than ever. I was totally confused by my own aroused state. My body tingled with sexual tension.

"Has the game finished yet?" I struggled to compose myself, now aware that my voice was trembling. "I was expecting Peter Clemens to come in before the game finished. He's my boyfriend, a coach and it's his birthday tomorrow." I choked back a sob. "I got in through that window over there." I turned and pointed with one hand, completely exposing my naked right breast to the old man in the process.

"That's more like it." Harry eyed my body again. "I wish I was forty years younger." He mused. "God! You're so lovely."

"Do you really think so?" I smiled, briefly forgetting to cover myself again. My courage was returning. "He was supposed to be coming in here before the game finished." I sighed. "That's why I'm really here."

"Alright love, I'll buy it this time, but what happened to your clothes? Did you take them off to get through the window? I know it's pretty narrow." Harry gave me a puzzled look.

"Shit no!" I gasped. "Peter's sister, my girlfriend was waiting outside the window. I took them off and handed them to her. She was going to gift wrap them up and give them to him just before the game finished. She was supposed to tell him not to open it and tell him the other half of his present was in the shower room." I gushed out rest of my story, more relaxed in his presence. He seemed to be more understanding by now. I even managed a sorrowful smile.

Harry smiled more easily as his face crinkled, giving way to simple laughter. His stern expression had vanished when I told him how I wanted to surprise my ex-boyfriend. 

"I hoped to get back into a new relationship with him. Peter often called me a prude, before now, and I wanted him to change his mind about me." I looked at him appealingly. 

"That's a pretty radical way to do it!" He chuckled.

"That's the absolute truth." I held up both the palms of my hands in a gesture of genuine helplessness. We both laughed together. Harry's was from listening to my improbable tale and mine was more from the relief of finally telling the truth. He and I both suddenly realised that I was no longer attempting to cover my nakedness. There was a moments silence as Harry admired my body.

"Alright, where do we go from here?" I searched his face. "Are you still mad at me?" I stood boldly in front of him while he took a good look at me. "Now you can see everything." I said ambiguously.

His eyes roved over my body again.

"I wouldn't want to spoil your fun." He croaked, still smiling.

"But this isn't the lady's room." He paused. "Nor is it the player's locker room next door any more." He laughed again. "Forgive me?" He apologised, touching my arm.

My smile faded quickly. I was suddenly scared again.

"Why---I mean what is it now?" My mouth opened in horror.

"Three months ago, they got themselves a brand new facility on the other side of the grandstand, on the second floor." Harry slowly explained as he walked me toward the connecting door. "I take all the team photographs and the club lets me use these older changing rooms for a darkroom and studio in return. I hardly ever use the toilets in here anymore. You're just damned lucky I happened to be working here today." He cackled. "You would have had a bloody long wait for Peter Clemens otherwise, my sweet."

My eyes opened wide as I was guided into his far warmer studio rooms.

There was a heater and the room smelt of roses and lavender, so much better than the other room. All manner of expensive photographic gear was set up in the newly refurbished area.

"That's why I took the inside handle off this door, my dear."

He laughed. "The town is full of bloody burglars." He stopped to slam the security bolts back into place. "That usually keeps them out."

He looked me over again. "What say you do a little modelling for me, honey? You're dressed just right for it at the moment." He urged.

My face reddened with embarrassment as he sat me on a chair, staring at my smooth vaginal lips. I pressed my knees together as soon as I realised what he was looking at. How embarrassing.

"Just lovely." Harry muttered. "I'll see if I have a small dry towel around here so I can wipe you dry, my darling."

He turned away to look for a towel.

"I've never done any modelling before but I'll be glad to pose for you, Harry" I wavered in a small voice. "I suppose all you men enjoy taking nude pictures?" I could feel myself becoming all pre-orgasmic and wet again. "Do you ever do any outdoor work?" I prompted him. I had an idea that sounded like it might have been thought of by my uninhibited friend, Sally. Subconsciously I opened my legs just a little more and discretely tweaked my nipples. I was feeling cheeky and more daring again.

PAM'S IDEA TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW:

{If you all remember to vote.} 

Erotic Adventures Ch. 10



Once the bus was unloaded and the only three people left aboard were Colin, Kim and myself, there was no option but for us to go outside. Peter would have been sure to come back for me anyway, I thought.

I made Kim go in front and Colin behind as we made our way out of the bus. I driver seemed to be waiting for another opportunity to satisfy his lust/curiosity or perhaps I was still imagining things but that man gave me the creeps whenever he looked at me. The cool evening air took the flush off my face as I grabbed Kim's hand and ran for the shelter of my fellow society members. We were breathing heavily by the time we buried ourselves in between the other members of our tiny group, away from the prying eyes of curious onlookers.

"Jeez! What have we gotten ourselves into." I whispered to Kim.

"Are you cold?" Her body was shaking as her eyes darted around.

"No! Just plain terrified." I shivered with her. 

I noticed the well tanned occupants of the limousine talking to Ken and Peter, outside their car. All four ladies had been wearing short translucent dresses with splits right up the sides but they casually removed them and picked up placards, tossing the flimsy garments in the back seat. The older blonde lady appeared to be in charge, giving instructions, even to Ken. She seemed to have publicity matters in mind. Totally naked, with barely two minutes to go till midnight, the ladies from the limousine lined up around us. The first thing that I noticed was their expensive body decorations, both nipple and genital adornments, glittering on their well tanned bodies.

"Who are they?" I whispered to Kim.

"I think they might be from Maple Lake. That blonde lady looks like Mistress Barbara." She hissed back. "Look at that diamond!"

Kim's eyes took on a fiery look as she gazed at the expensive genital decoration in admiration. She was now ignoring the clothed members of the press as they gathered like vultures. I gripped her hand tighter.

"Here comes Harry!" I urged. "We're going somewhere?"

Harry took charge and led all of us up the main steps of the building entrance. When we arrived on the top steps he sorted out five people to kneel in a row. He looked at Kim and I.

"I'll put you in the front row with Peter, Pam. How about you Kim?" His eyes fixed on our midsections. "What on earth have you done to yourselves." He accused, his blue eyes probing.

"Kim and I just wanted to be a bit more inconspicuous. Nobody told us about any photos." I was trembling. "Could we go right in the centre, please?"

He relented and allowed Kim and I into the centre of the group pose, placing Colin between us. It seemed like Peter had wanted me to sit beside him, in the front row, but Harry prevailed.

"The balance is more even this way, Peter." He explained to him giving me a friendly wink. "Baby steps." He whispered in my ear.

A banner was unfurled at the back of our group and The TV cameras positioned at one side while still photographers from the newspapers positioned themselves. Secure in the centre, I watched in awe as the cameras began to roll and the clock began to chime. The multitude of flashbulbs almost blinded me as I tried to smile. The crowd were some distance from us but once the chimes ceased, the TV interviewer spoke first to the blonde from the limousine and then Kenneth and Peter. I sat with Kim, in a state of shock, waiting for the crowd to disperse.

Peter turned to us and motioned to the group dismissively. 

"Thanks guys. I'll be with you shortly." He smiled at me. "Just keep within the garden area if you want to walk around for a while. I just have to help Ken tidy up the banners."

Unfortunately the others started moving down the steps again, leaving us open to public view, so we had little option but to join in on the walk. Sally led us all around the floodlit gardens while Kim and I did our best to remain hidden in the shadows of the others. What had, at first, seemed like a large group at our house offered scant protection from the prying eyes of the fascinated bystanders. Logic told me that the subdued lighting would cast a welcome shadow on the more personal areas of my body but I was glad of the police presence as they kept the public at a reasonable distance. I tried to appear casual but the tension of walking nude, in the town centre, even after midnight, did nothing for my self confidence. My erect nipples began to ache and I was doing my best not to let my excitement show. The slut was doing battle with my former shy self and my mind was in complete turmoil. 

Kim and I talked, to try to get our minds off the fact that there were so many clothed spectators watching our every move.

"It's like being in a goldfish bowl." Kim commented.

"Are your nipples hurting." I glanced at her erect nipples.

"This always happens to me when there's someone watching or we get caught unawares when we're all naked like this. You have the same problem, I see." She gave me a knowing grin. "Hey! Look at Gerry."

I glanced over and noticed that his penis was larger than it had been at the party. He didn't have an erection, as such, but he looked less wrinkled on his shaft. I didn't dare to stare at him in case my prior fantasy of having him ravish me kicked in again.

Sally and Rebecca were walking arm in arm, occasionally stooping to examine the floodlit plants and shrubs. They must have been aware of the way they were exposing themselves when they did this. They seemed to be enjoying a private joke once they straightened up their bodies again, laughing and giggling as they moved to the next floodlit plot.

"Look! They seem to be enjoying the crown reaction." I nudged Kim. "At least they seem to be taking the attention away from us."

"They always do." Kim giggled. "They seem to love it."

I wished I was more like Sally and had lost my sense of shame in the way that she obviously had.

"I wish the crowd would all just go away." My voice shook. 

"Mistress reckons that's the best part." Kim looked at my reaction. "In her books I mean! You'll have to read them. She says that being watched like this makes you far more aware of your own sexuality and gives you more confidence about your body."

The tension that I felt was definitely sexual alright. I recalled the way Barbara had removed her dress with relish and strode among all the reporters as if she were fully clothed. She seemed to be totally unconcerned about the attention that she attracted from the men.

"You do seem to get used to it." Kim interrupted my thoughts. I'm not as worried as I was before."

"I guess!" I muttered, wishing it was all over.

It was a humiliating experience until Peter joined us. 

"Oh! There you are, babe. You did well." He gasped as he ran to my side, full of excitement. "Barbara and Cathy wanted to meet you but they had to get going. You'll meet her next week."

I glanced at our bus and saw the limousine pulling away. Kenneth was waving and putting the banners back on board. I snuggled into him.

"What was THAT all about?" I whispered.

"A protest against the indecency laws." He explained. "Ken and I organised it last week and Barbara flew over to support the society with some of her family. Ken's taking their limo back to Maple Lake later tonight."

"But he's still--How!"

"We're dropping him off at the Airport on the way home." Peter interrupted patiently. "You'll see!"

There were only a few members of the general public left watching and only two police chaperones were left standing by when we heard a loud shout.

"All aboard!" Ken waved out from the bus.

The clock struck 1am as we boarded the bus, making me aware that I had been flaunting my naked body, in public, for just over an hour.

Again the driver leered at me as I moved up the steps and seemed fascinated with my recently shaved area. I quickly moved past him and made a dive for the shelter of my previous seat. I whispered to Kim.

"Thank God that's over. Did you see that driver look at me?"

"He did the same to me, Pam." She blushed. He was staring right at my--privates." She added, glowing red with embarrassment.

"Don't worry girls. I think I know why." Harry leaned over from behind. "It's that silly makeup that you used on your genitals." He smiled. "It looks so unnatural. I told you before, be yourselves." He glanced at Kim. "I was going to speak to you both about it, earlier."

"Thanks Harry." I blushed. "My idea, I'm afraid."

"At least you didn't drift off this time, Pam." Harry winked at me. "You'll like the session tomorrow." He moved back in his seat.

Peter gave the driver his instructions and he settled in beside me.

I was more comfortable in the window seat as we detoured to drop Ken off. The limo was parked at the Aero Club, far away from the terminal so Harry and Peter got out with him to see him on his way. We toured the suburbs dropping off members of our group along the journey home. Some put their coats on before leaving the bus but the more daring, Sally and Rebecca included, tucked their coats under their arms and then made our way back inside their home, still naked. The mood was then more ebullient and Peter became talkative. 

The explanations for our surprise walk became clearer. It transpired that the G.A.S was only a small part of many other beneficiaries of this, Mistress Barbara's, huge organization. It was all too political as far as I was concerned but I was grateful that the demonstration was over, or WAS it?

"Don't forget, I'll be picking you up tomorrow morning, Pam."

Harry's piercing blue eyes gazed into mine. "Say 9-30am?" He looked at my tan lines and smiled. "Oh! Could you bring the same bikini that left you looking that way?" He paused. "Just an older one that you wouldn't normally wear anymore will be fine." He urged. "I'll bring you something for you to wear over the top of it, if you like.

My heart leapt with joy. I had expected him to want me to wear the one Peter had bought me, my skimpy little 'Wicked Weasel'.

"You want me to wear that one? But I thought----"

"It might be perfect for what we have in mind." Harry cut off my words. "See you tomorrow, my dear. Sleep well!" 

He put his coat on and waved as he got off the bus.

Now, with just Colin and Kim left aboard, I snuggled into Peter.

"I thought all you guys came in together." I probed Colin.

"Oh! I brought my car and picked Gerry, Paul and Barbie with us." He smiled. "I'm the only one that doesn't drink." He explained. "I often give them a lift when we go out."

"Barbie's been plaguing me for weeks to join up." Kim smiled.

"I'm glad I did, now." She snuggled into Colin. "We'll get going as soon as we get back to your place, Pam. We'll leave you lovebirds to it." She cooed.

The cold night air shocked my body into full consciousness as we got out. Kim and I rushed into the house ahead of our men to gather their clothing. Colin's station wagon was the only vehicle left on the kerbside and the neighbourhood was even quieter than before. I walked up the driveway with Kim, quickly fumbled with the lock and let both of us in and shut the door.

Kim gathered up Colin's coat, checking for his costume in the pocket and then putting her own coat on. She was obviously relieved to put her long coat back on, but put her bikini back in the pocket.

"He'd just take it off on the way home anyway." She giggled as she patted the pocket. "Don't come out in the cold, Pam." She walked back to the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow evening at the club gymnasium." She brushed my cheek with a kiss and ran back to the car.

Peter was standing outside the car window, talking to Colin, waiting for Kim to see them off. I noticed the pool area was tidy so I went to have a shower, leaving the front door open for Peter, now anxious to remove my genital makeup. 

I glanced at the two brief costumes on my bed as I went into the en suite. Kim's discarded chap stick was laying there so I picked it up.

It had been humiliating to hear Harry explain why the bus driver had taken such an interest in Kim and I. He was probably right, as usual.

I looked into the mirror as I put it away and noted that it seemed to only highlight the very area that I was trying to disguise. I was so sorry that I had thought of the idea, in retrospect. 

Mistress Barbara's diamond clit ring had drawn attention to her body in a similar way but she had been wholly unconcerned about the way she looked, herself. I had admired the way she smiled while she posed with us and had no problems being interviewed afterward. Her inner confidence had been quite overwhelming. 

The strangest part of the entire evening was that once I was walking around with the others, I felt good about what I had dared to do. The slut seemed to be winning the battle.

My nipples were still deliciously sensitive when I stepped under the shower. I quickly cleaned of all the makeup and when the droplets of ward water were directed at my engorged vaginal lips, I shuddered. there was a definite sexual excitement as I considered the ways that Peter might make love to me tonight. The recurring fantasy of having Gerry catch me totally naked and make love to me or even just use me returned to haunt me in the shower.

Peter's hands on my breasts shocked me back into the real world.

"You looked lovely, Pamela. I was so proud of you tonight." He murmured softly in my ear as his strong hands travelled down my body.

I turned and kissed him as he placed his hand between my legs and opened me up. I could feel the heat of his erect penis as I wrapped my fingers around his pulsating shaft.

He took me in the shower and I eagerly wrapped my legs around his hips and sighed with pleasure as he slipped easily inside me. There was an unusual urgency to his motions as he controlled the speed of his thrusting. I closed my eyes and imagined Gerry taking me that way.

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"Come on you little slut, use those pussy muscles." He gasped.

"This is wrong!" I whispered as I clenched at his shaft as he pumped his gigantic member into my slippery love nest. "We might get caught." I whispered with more urgency. "Peter!"

"Peter already knows what a slut you are." He grunted. "What decent lady would walk around the memorial gardens at the town hall, showing herself off the way you did tonight." His eyes were on fire with passion. "After I get through with you, all the others players are waiting for their turn." He grinned. "They all want you too!"

"The others?" I gasped, as I orgasmed unashamedly.

"Peter's told them all what a little slut you are, too." He confirmed as he flooded me with his seed.

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"That's it! Arhhhh! YES!!" The shrill sound of my own voice brought me back to reality with a jolt.

"Wow! Quite the little hellcat tonight, Babe!" The wolf grinned as he gently lowered me to my feet. "Public nudity seems to agree with you, too."

I felt myself going crimson as I looked into his face and lowered my eyes quickly again. We kissed and there was no doubt that Peter was just being complementary. We ran our hands over each others body and I wondered if I had spoken out loud while we were making love. I tried to relive the episode, trying to think what I might have said in the heat of my passion.

When Peter was drying me off, before we hopped into bed, the answer became somewhat clearer.

"What was that about being caught." The wolf grinned as he dried off the area between my legs. "There was nobody else here in the house."

"Oh nothing, darling!" My mind racing with shame. "I was probably thinking about earlier on, you know, when we had guests."

"That must be it!" he agreed. "You were muttering something about the others when I couldn't hold back any longer. You seemed to be miles away."

"Sorry, my darling."

"Don't apologise sweetheart." He assured me. "It should be me that apologises to you."

"Huh!" I looked into his eyes, searching for his meaning.

"I meant to take it more slowly,---so you would enjoy it as much as I did."

"But I did, darling. Couldn't you tell?" I smiled as I led him over to our bed.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER ELEVEN. 

Author's note: Pamela has her first outdoor photo shoot, This time in broad daylight away from the house. Why does Harry want her to wear her old bikini and not the Wicked Weasel? Pamela is confused. She KNOWS that Harry likes doing nude work! Will Sally and Rebecca be there too? Find out in Ch.11? Don't forget to vote on chapter 10!! 

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 11



"Wake up sweetheart. Come on Babe!" Peter's concerned face peered down at me. "It's nearly nine o'clock, already."

I opened my eyes, fully awake now and looked around. The bed was a mess and Peter was dressed already.

"Come back to bed?" I murmured. "You don't need to go into work now, do you?" I pulled back the sheets, invitingly.

"No, but you do." He grinned. "First day at work, remember?"

"Oh shit!" Remembering Harry's words, I leaped out.

The sun was streaming in as Peter pulled the bedroom curtains. "Is he doing nude work today?" He chuckled. "I do hope so, my love. You were like a tiger last night. Twice within the hour as I recall it." He sighed as he pulled the bedclothes off. "Come on now, off you go to the shower and get ready. Harry's already rung and asked for you."

As I refreshed myself under the shower Peter spoke to me though the doorway.

"Harry was telling me that he asked you to wear an old bikini."

"Yes love, not my new one, strangely. Could you get my old blue one out for me?" 

I was looking forward to this session. I expected Harry to get me to remove it at some time during the shoot but felt able to handle that. I was more concerned about the evening workout at the gym later on that evening. Kim had warned me that the members often worked out in the nude but I was slowly coming to terms with the idea. I was almost looking forward to meeting Kim again, nude or dressed. We had both supported one and other last night. She helped me through all that trauma of exposing myself, the way we both had.

"This one, darling." Peter waved my old bikini through the doorway. "I was going to get rid of it, after last night." He placed it on the vanity. "Hurry along, I think that's Harry at the door now." He rushed off.

I realised that this morning was the first time I had worn anything like decent clothing since Saturday afternoon. I felt much better about myself as I dressed in the bikini, even though I had always regarded it as minimal, previously. One final check in the mirror, I grabbed at my handbag and I was ready.

"Coffee's on the table, babe. Toast and marmalade are coming up shortly?" Peter sang out from the kitchen. He was in a jaunty mood.

Peter had always done his share around the house. This morning he had made the bed while I was showering and now breakfast too. I was in a cheerful frame of mind, to match his. 

"Well!" Harry looked up. "Don't you look radiant this morning?" The old man chuckled. "Let me look at you a moment."

"Will I need anything else, Harry?" I smiled as I pirouetted around for him. "Towels, shoes, and oh,-- got that dress?"

"All in good time. It's in the car. Just sit and have yourself some breakfast. I hope you didn't try out your makeup skills again?"

"No! All 'au naturale' this morning." I blushed. "just the way you wanted." I said breathlessly as I sat down. "Whereabouts are we off to?" I gave him an inquiring glance as I sipped at my coffee.

"We're meeting Sally and Rebecca at Peninsula beach." He turned to Peter as he came in with our breakfast. "Join us if you like?"

"Maybe later on." Peter promised. "I have a few calls to make and a bit of work to do in my office. Will you still be there around lunchtime?" He looked at me. "Might make it by then."

Peter and Harry started to talk about the public demonstration last night. They joked about the impact that the resulting publicity might have on city officials. 

I got busy eating my breakfast and didn't interrupt them as I still knew so little about the aims of their organization. I just listened and nodded my head as though I understood everything that they were talking about. I had already made up my mind that I would support Peter in whatever his ambitions might be. I wasn't going to lose him again. I had been so scared last night that I almost refused to leave the bus. Somehow, I had mustered up the courage to face all those people and publicists, without a stitch of clothing on, albeit at midnight. I was hard for me to imagine a more stringent test of my commitment to my beloved. From now on I would just grin my teeth and bare it, quite literally. I smiled to myself, remembering some of the humiliating details of my naked stroll last night. Thank God, it had been dark and I had been among so many others.

"You look happy." Harry nudged my arm.

"Oh yes! I've always loved going to the beach, Harry. I thought we might be working at your studio today. A surfing beach sounds much better."

"Now Pam! Are they your oldest togs?" Harry smiled mysteriously as he finished his coffee.

"Only ones I've got apart from my new ones." I replied. "Do you want me to bring them too.

"No sweetheart, not today." Harry's blue eyes twinkled. "I've got everything else that you might need. By the way, I brought those books that Kenneth promised you too, 'My Sexual Awakening' and the other one, 'Addicted to Attention', just in case you get bored.

"Oh great! Kim told me all about them last night." I gushed. "I was going to ask Peter about it when I got home."

"Well! Ready?" Harry stood up. "We'd better get started, if you don't mind, Peter." He glanced at him.

"That's alright. Hope to see you out there, then."

I kissed Peter and ran out to the car, after Harry, carefree and looking forward to my first day of paid employment since my return. I had had a job at an insurance company as a claims clerk before I left Peter. I had never liked being inside an office all day, anyway. The money was reasonable but the hours were an absolute killer. My life was changing so rapidly now. There was no going back.

Harry was cheery as we drove through the suburbs and we conversed in a casual manner. He asked what I thought about the framed photograph that he had brought as a present for Peter and how I felt about the walk last night. I opened up to him.

"The photo was lovely, Harry. I was glad it wasn't one of those really---explicit ones." I smiled, growing bolder. "It was artistic and Peter just loved it. The walk was a bit more challenging though."

"Life is a series of challenges. That's the most exciting part about being young." He reflected. "You should never be ashamed to express your sexuality fully though, my dear. But the time you get to Barbara's next novel, 'Mistress Barbara', you'll see what I mean.

"Have you and your wife ever lived that way?" I burst out.

"What way's that, my love?"

"You know, sharing with other couples. Kim was telling me."

"Oh yes. You have to be careful these days though, Pam. So much disease and all that sort of thing." He said casually. "Has Peter asked you to go to bed with another couple?"

"No, but Kim was saying that Barbara believes in that kind of thing and I was just wondering." I blushed. "I've been having these fantasies. I hope you don't mind me asking you like this. It's just that I could never discuss that kind of thing with my parents." 

"I'm flattered that you asked me, dear." Harry grinned. "Sally and Rebecca come to me with their problems too. I'm always here if you need me, for advice I mean."

Harry told me all about the relationships between his brother and all the other families that lived together at Maple Lake, radiating his complete honesty and obvious sincerity.

"They really have something pretty special going on, there." He smiled and looked at me. "You'll meet most of them next Saturday when you get married to Peter. I'll be there too. You can ask me anything, so don't you worry your pretty head about it."

Harry was turning into a side road, off the main highway.

"Nearly there now." He turned to me. "Ever done any surfing? "Not really, Harry. I could learn though. I'm a good swimmer."

I swallowed hard, realising what I had said. I had visions of Harry taking pictures while I surfed in the nude at some deserted beach one day. I had almost forgotten that he preferred to do nude studies of the female form. At least today I would be safe. He didn't want me to lose my tan lines, quite yet. 

Harry nodded thoughtfully as he turned into a parking area, full of cars.

"More people around than I expected." He commented. "Ah, there they are."

Sally and Rebecca were standing next to their car, waving us over. We pulled in alongside and stopped. They had saved a place next to their classic Stingray. Harry's larger Volvo made the gap between the cars hard for me to extract myself on my side so I had to wait for Harry, then ease myself over to his side to get out. 

Sally, who was topless, was wearing tiny bikini bottoms and Rebecca who was in a skimpy 'Wicked Weasel' like my new one, gasped when they saw what I was wearing.

"What on earth are you wearing that for?" Rebecca exclaimed.

"You just leave Pam alone." Smiled Harry. "I asked her to wear it today. Baby steps, remember!" He winked at the two girls.

"Oh!-----Right!" Both girls nodded dramatically, giggling like schoolgirls. "I suppose you even brought a dress for her to wear as well?" 

They were being sarcastic, I thought, until Harry brought out three short, toga style, dresses with open sides. I remembered Barbara and her girls wearing something similar at the protest rally, until they removed them.

"Here! Put these on until we get to our location." He offered.

"How come there's so many people around today?" I asked, as I gratefully donned my bikini accessory dress. There was a stiff ocean breeze that lifted my skirts readily but I smoothed them down out of habit. I was decently covered by my old bikini briefs anyway.

"Surfing competitions." Sally explained. "They've got a film crew down at the southern end. A pretty mixed crowd today, from what we saw."

We picked our way through the crowded sands, heading for the rocks at the northern end of the bay, helping Harry to carry his equipment. We attracted plenty of attention through the most populated area of the beach from all the young bystanders that weren't watching the surfing competitors. Sally was alway a bit of a show-off and she wiggled her bottom as we walked. The boys all whistled and waved to her. Noticing that many of the girls were topless, like Sally, it seemed that a lot of change had happened since the last time I was here. I found myself almost wishing that I had worn my own tiny costume instead of the one I had on. I felt quite out of place.

We passed a group of younger girls that were sunbathing in the nude, front down, their tiny costumes laying by their sides, as we reached the less populated northern end. They just waved nonchalantly as we all trooped past them.

"Is this part a 'nude beach' now?" I whispered to Harry.

"Not really, Pam. It's just that nobody seems to worry so much about nudity these days at this beach." He looked around and after a few more yards he stopped. "This will do!" He announced.

We spread out a blanket and my friends both stripped off their togas and waited for further instructions from Harry. I put mine on the sand with theirs and put the chilly bin on top. We were close enough to the naked girls that their murmurings to each other drifted in the breeze and I could faintly hear their voices.

"Are we doing semi-nudes today or--" Sally's voice interrupted.

She had already taken off her dress and she was about to remove her briefs, fiddling with the side fastenings.

"You can both take yours off now if you like." Harry looked up from his camera bag. "Pam can leave hers on at the moment." He picked up and checked a hand held video camera. I felt uneasy and sat on the sand. I had expected to go around the other side of the rocks to some deserted cove, before we set up a base camp and my friends undressed. I was a bundle of nerves, wondering if Harry was going to ask me to remove my bikini as well. I felt as though the other groups scattered in the area were all watching us, waiting for the show.

Harry took the two others to one side and whispered in their ears as they divested themselves of their remaining clothing. Both of the girls giggled and nodded. He turned back to me.

"Right! Pam, I want you to go up the beach a bit." He pointed to just above the rocky outcrop. "Take your instructions from Sally and make out that you've only just met her and Rebecca." Harry was looking behind. "I want to shoot a twenty minute clip that shows both clothed and unclothed subjects." He explained. "Just do everything that Sally suggests." He winked at me. "Pretend that I'm ordering you to do what ever she says, if it helps you in any way." His blue eyes twinkled with delight.

I was aware of nearby interest as I followed Harry's instructions. He placed himself so that he filmed the surfing competition and the huge crowd in the outlying background. I walked slowly back down the hot sand to meet my two naked friends at our selected spot. We conversed for a moment and then wandered down, together to the nearest edge of the boiling surf as it crashed, then sought refuge by immersing the sand. Harry moved to one side. I caught the movement in my peripheral vision and almost looked at him. I caught myself just in time.

"Forget I'm here." Harry shouted.

"Come on in!" Sally whooped as she waded into the turbulent sea water with Rebecca, waving toward me. Sally playfully undid my top as we splashed around together. We went in deeper to waist height at the ebb of the surf.

"Take it off, darling. Bottoms too!" As she grabbed at my top.

The cold surf swirled between my legs as I slid my briefs down my legs, tingling the smooth lips of my newly exposed genitals. The mild undertow was noticeable as I lifted my foot free of one side of my bikini bottoms. At this point they were still around my other ankle so I planted my foot in the sand so the magnetic undertow didn't drag my briefs away. I looked to Sally for further instruction, almost dreading the next order.

"Act like you are having fun, for goodness sake." Rebecca's words drifted through the roar of the crashing surf. "Peter was going to throw those darned things out anyway." 

"Just wave them above your head and let them go." Sally smiled as she handed back my top. This confirmed my worst suspicions. All along, Harry had lulled me into a false sense of security. It was now decision time again. I smiled and lifted my foot.

"You bitches!" I laughed as I struggled to get my bikini briefs off my other ankle, reaching down until I had them in my hand. "I thought it was a bit strange that Harry had told me that he wanted me to wear an older styled bikini. Oh well! Here goes my favourite blue swimsuit." 

I waved my costume overhead, still smiling. I looked further up the beach to where there must have been well over a hundred or more brown bodies moving around. I couldn't see what they were wearing at this distance. I hoped the reverse was true but, when the crunch came, it was hard to let my only clothing go. I hesitated for a moment. After all, they had been my favourite togs. Resentfully I allowed them to leave the tips of my fingers and drift off in the ocean breeze.

Watching the last vestige of my modesty, drifting away on the hastily ebbing undertow was scary yet exciting. I was now faced with trailing my friends out of the welcome cover of the boiling surf, totally nude as indeed, they were. In broad daylight on a crowded beach, I had to muster up the courage to show my entire body to whoever happened to pass along this way. Every instinct that I had, told me to cover my breasts and run to the nearest beach towel and cover myself up as quickly as I could.

"Just walk slowly and try to imagine that there's no-one but Sally and Rebecca with you." Harry's voice penetrated my thoughts. "I think you're doing great."

Sally grabbed one hand and Rebecca the other as we walked up the sand to our base. They talked as we made our way back but their words and gestures were meaningless. The sensation of the sun and the breeze caressing my naked skin brought a keen consciousness of my vulnerable state. I was dumbstruck, only aware that Harry was still filming and of my obligation to walk as naturally as I possibly could. I forced myself to smile, not daring to look around to see if anybody else was watching us. My only focus was on reaching our objective. Had I been on my own, I doubted that I would have been able to prevent myself from running to the relative safety of our beach blanket and wrapping it securely around myself. I felt so exposed and humiliated.

"That's great!" Harry finally signalled the end of his filming.

I gratefully sat on the blanket and folded my knees up to my chest, hiding my hardened nipples from view. Only then, did I allow myself to look at the surrounding area. My eyes focussed briefly on two fit young men in faded board shorts, talking to the naked ladies next to us. My eyes quickly darted away when one handsome lad caught my eye.

Sally and Rebecca were still upright and talking excitedly with Harry as he packed his vid-cam away and picked out a very expensive looking still camera. I could clearly see the golden ring between the folds of Sally's smooth vaginal lips, as she stood with her legs slightly parted. She was unconcerned by the people in the nearby area. Rebecca too, was standing in a relaxed position, not attempting to hide her evident excitement at being seen without her swimsuit.

The sunlight danced over their bodies, evaporating the last remaining droplets of salt water from their evenly tanned skin. I felt warm and yet I shivered as Harry pointed toward the windswept rocks.

"We'll do a few stills over there next." He spoke to my two friends and then turned to me. "You just wander over and join us when you feel ready, Pam," He spoke in a gentle, understanding voice. "I think you've done really well so far, my dear." He squeezed my naked shoulder firmly and then left me on my own.

"Come and join us if you like?" A well tanned young lady with a short hairdo called over to me from the group with the two muscular young men.

"Oh! It's alright. Maybe later?" I smiled shyly at them. "I just want to see where my friends are going." I said lamely, quickly turning my eyes away.

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 12



Although at the far end of the beach, it was far from uninhabited. I saw a few groups of sunbathers between where I sat and Harry's newly proposed photographic location sit up to watch as they all walked by. Their tanned bottoms wobbled seductively as the two girls waved and walked past the male admirers behind them. Several pairs of glazed eyes followed my two girlfriends as they walked slowly over to the jagged rocks, beyond the groups. Transfixed by their sheer boldness, I had to admire the way in which Sally and Rebecca negotiated the golden sand so confidently without so much as a towel to cover their naked bodies. I looked at the beach towels scattered before my eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to grab the largest one, wrap it around me and chase after them.

I resisted the temptation and thought about the warm invitation that I had received from the lovely young lady. I had been much too abrupt in declining and then looking away as quickly as I had. I decided to apologise for my rudeness.

I was nervous as glanced back at the adjacent group. I rolled over on to my tummy, quickly placing my elbows in front of my breasts and firmly closing my legs and crossing my ankles to hide my vulva from those behind me. The rough blanket on the tips of my nipples reminded me how turned on I was by daring to speak to total strangers whilst I was in such a vulnerable state. My body tensed deliciously as I steeled myself to speak

"Hey, thanks for the invite, Guys." I called over, trying to sound more self assured than I actually felt, with no togs on. "I'm Pamela, by the way." I smiled awkwardly at that same bronzed lady.

"Oh, that's all right." She smiled and got up. "I'm Annie, pleased to meet you. This is my brother Jim and Karen's fiance Wayne. Karen and Jim's girlfriend, and mine, Katrina." She pointed them out in turn and they nodded in my direction. 

The red haired girl with bigger breasts rose to her feet, Karen. She was casually brushing the sand off her voluptuous body, with no sign of embarrassment, right in front of the nearby sunbathers.

"Come on Wayne, lets go for a dip."

Wayne slid his shorts off and raced down to the water. This sparked a chain reaction and Katrina and Jim followed them. They were entirely unselfconscious about their well tanned bodies. Jim looked like a champion bodybuilder, with his magnificent body. Like Kenneth, at the party, he was totally shaved like the rest of the girls. I blushed as I noted the size of his flaccid penis and his eyes met mine. He was justifiably proud to stand there so openly. I looked away quickly. His girlfriend, Katrina had a number of body piercing decorations and I winced as I noticed her nipple rings and her glistening clit ring with a stone attachment. I was curious, as to what possessed a pretty young lady like her to do that to herself. I had to ask Sally, later.

"You coming with us girls?" Jim invited, meeting my eyes again.

I looked at Annie with obvious confusion written on my face.

"I'll just talk to Pamela for a while, Jim. I'll see you guys later." Annie rescued me, sensing my reluctance to get to my feet.

"You must spend a lot of time out in the sun." I began. "You people are all as brown as my sister over there." I pointed to where Harry was working with Sally and Rebecca.

"We practically live here, at this part of the beach." She reached over and briefly touched my hand. "It looks like you girls are on an assignment." Annie commented, nodding her head toward the rocks and Sally. "The old chap's doing some still work at the moment. Wasn't he making a film with you three girls before?" Annie smiled.

"He's been in the business all his life, Harry that is. It's actually my first day in my new job." I opened up to her. "I'm still a bit nervous about it." I felt myself blushing.

"You'll get used to it, being naked I mean. It's a lot of fun."

"I guess so." I agreed soberly. "I'll have to, with this job.

"We have a few friends in the film business too." She mused as she smiled. "I'm quite used to showing my body. I hardly ever wear togs anymore, on this beach anyway. No complaints yet!"

She was bubbly and delightful to talk to. Annie sat next to me and began telling me that Katrina and her brother, Jim were involved the A.M.K.O. film studios that were based nearby. I found out that they made a wide variety of movies and documentaries. Annie was full of interesting information, proud of her brother and Katrina. I gathered that they were her best friends, along with her absent partner, Patrick. Annie eased me out of my self imposed shell with her lure.

"As the matter of fact, they're filming the new annual surfing carnival here today." She offered. "There's a new competition today."

"I would have thought it would've been held on the weekend." I commented, wishing it had been. The large crowd made me nervous.

"Not this afternoon's events!" Annie laughed. The competitors all have to be in the nude." She giggled. "It's a real blast when you're new to it."

"Really!" I sat up, forgetting about being naked myself.

"Yeah! We'll all get involved in that category of the events, later on. Katrina and her company sponsor the prizes. You look like a newcomer too. Why don't you enter it. We have a special competition for recent converts." Annie was looking at my tan lines.

I felt myself getting redder. What had I gotten myself into here?

"I-I'll h-have to ask my new boss." I stammered, blushing at the thought of Harry's reaction.

"Why don't we ask him?" Annie was getting excited. "That's him over there, isn't it." She pointed to the rocks where Sally and Rebecca were posing openly for him. "What's his name?"

"H-Harry, Harry Weisgarber." I managed, my brain was racing furiously for an excuse to get out of it. "He'll probably say no, I expect." I offered hopefully. "I think he wants to keep my tan lines, just the way they are, for as long as he can."

"Nonsense! Let's go over and talk to him." She got up and held out her hand. "Jim and I would love you to have a turn at the novice section."

She was waiting for me to get up. Annie was a natural leader, like Sally and Peter. It was impossible to resist her invitation to walk over to the rocks with her. I looked longingly at the scattered beach towels and then got to my feet. My body gave an involuntary shiver as I looked at the latest groups of people, spaced between where we were and where Annie proposed to take me. There were now a lot more people to pass. I didn't want them all to see me, in my present state.

"What about our gear?" I protested, pulling back at Annie. 

"The gear will be fine. Don't worry, just walk with me. Just be yourself, Pam. They just look at you once and you've got nothing that I haven't, to be ashamed off." She smiled encouragingly. "Just walk naturally like you did when you came out of the water earlier on." "Were you guys all watching too?" I gasped. "That was my old swimsuit that Sally made me throw away." I blushed. "Now I haven't even got my new one to wear home." I choked on a half sob.

A flood of words came streaming out as I explained to her about the way I had been lulled into a sense of false security. I showed her the open sided dresses that Harry had given us, stalling for time.

"That's all I have to wear now." I held mine up. "Look! You can see right through it, Annie." I waved at her, through the paper thin fabric. "And look how short it is!"

I put it back under the chilly bin. 

"I just have to get over my fears." I muttered nervously.

"Well, let's show them then." Annie had a more serious look on her face. "Come on!" She held out her hand. "You can do it."

In spite of my humiliation, Annie gave me the strength to walk beside her, past several groups of interested spectators in the vicinity of our base. I found myself drifting on a cloud of pure adrenalin as I felt the breeze caress my entire body. My breasts bounced, naturally and my nipples were fully erect but Annie whispered encouraging words whenever I faltered.

"Those guys are watching me. Let's just run." I pleaded.

"You look great, Pam. Just walk slowly and don't worry about it so much. They'd be watching you anyway, you know that!" 

Low whistles of approval from the predominantly male beach crowd were quite audible, spurring me onward, toward Harry and the other girls.

"Hey babe! Love your new sun-suit." One brash youth called out.

"We're nearly there." Annie hissed. "Don't look back." She squeezed my hand. "There's always one of those idiots around. Most of them just appreciate the show that you're giving them. Just ignore him." She turned to me and smiled. "See! It's not so bad, is it?"

"I don't think I could have done it without you." I smiled with gratitude at my new friend. "Are you going to ask Harry or---do you want me to?"

"We'll ask him together. I have an idea." Annie quickened her slow pace as we passed the last group before our goal.

We slowed as we approached Harry. He was taking a photo of Rebecca as she did a ballet exercise pose against the stark contrast of a jagged rock on the upper side of the foreshore. She was obviously excited by the proximity of the bystanders as She lifted her left foot high in the air and clasped hold of her ankle. Her body radiated confidence in spite of the way she was opening up her engorged vulva to full view. Her smooth skin was glistening with sweat and her rosy pink nipples quivered with the strain of maintaining the difficult pose. Her smile was genuine.

"She loves showing off." whispered Annie, admiringly. "Is that your sister?

"No, that's her-[I considered the implications]-lover." I held Annie's ear close. "I never really liked her." I whispered. "Don't you think she's the type?"

"You never really know with some of them." Annie agreed.

By now, I was feeling far more at ease with my nudity. I must have relaxed, due to Annie's company. We twittered away until Harry looked around.

"Well! No towel even?" His twinkling blue eyes softened as he saw me. He turned to Annie. " I was watching you two come over. I've seen you around here before, haven't I?"

"Oh sorry, Harry." I realised that they were strangers.

I introduced them all, even Rebecca. I joined with Annie in telling them all about the 'Nude Surfing' competitions later, after lunch, in the afternoon. Harry knew the head man from A.M.K.O film studios. He had worked with him before.

"Arnold, isn't it." He asked.

"Yes, he and Monica do all the camera work." Annie agreed with a captivating smile. "They're all here today, on the main part of the beach. All the partners. They are filming the surfing for a naturist documentary that he's been commissioned to do."

"That brings us to another point." I spoke up. "Do you mind if I go in for the special event for new converts." I asked quickly, before I changed my mind. "Annie's friends have invited me."

Harry looked at me with new respect.

"What! Up on the main part of the beach?" He grinned. "Just like you are?" His eyes twinkled with excitement. He turned to Annie and the other girls. "No worries from my point of view."

My heart sank. What the hell made me ask him? I had a lot of mixed feelings about walking around naked, even on this, far less populated part of the beach. I had already guessed what his answer might be.

"Wow! What an idea." Sally chimed in. "Can we go into it too?"

I saw Rebecca shaking her head and tugging at Sally's arm, trying to stop her. It was no use. Sally loved the idea of surfing without her togs on. The excitement gathered momentum as Katrina and her mate, the lovely red headed Karen came up to see what was going on. The men were right behind them. As much as I tried to look somewhere else, Jim's large penis was hard to tear my eyes away from. he looked even more perfect in his natural state than he had with his shorts on. He was an Adonis of a figure. I could feel myself blushing as I looked back at Sally.

"It's on for this afternoon." I said breathlessly. "Do you think Peter will let me?"

I already knew the answer but it was my last hope.

Harry took full advantage of the situation, with so many naked young people about. Karen volunteered to pose with her partner, Wayne. This set off a new round of poses. I found myself placed in almost every shot as Harry clicked away. My biggest concern was the fast gathering crowd of swimsuit clad spectators. Although I followed Harry's strict instructions to the letter, I felt as though I was on public display, like a zoo exhibit. It gave me grave reservations about performing in front of a much larger crowd in the afternoon. There were times that I wished the ground would open and swallow me up. 

There was one old man, holding a towel across the front of his body, that gave me the creeps. He would insidiously manoeuvre himself into the most advantageous position to take full benefit of the open area between my legs. The old chap would smile and I could feel his eyes examining me, like a gynaecologist might. I found it embarrassing in some poses until Annie and Jim took him to one side and spoke to him. Whatever they said, it worked. He disappeared shortly afterward.

The sun and the breeze caressing the untanned parts of my skin still electrified me as I returned to our original beach location, with all the others, laughing and sharing a camaraderie of sorts. I began to realise that Annie was right. I got a real kick out of being naked and having all the men look at my unclothed body. Annie and her group merged with ours as we enjoyed the lunch break, together. Harry was in a jubilant mood and slipped off his clothing to enjoy the day, as he evidently preferred, totally naked. Noticing the jewellery on his penis for the second time I turned away so as not to stare or offend him in any way, intriguing as it was. I sat, facing our new friends, in a far less inhibited manner than before, and smiled at them. 

I was still a bit confused by the tense sensations within my breasts and slightly embarrassed by the sexual pleasure that I seemed to gain by exposing my body in mixed company, but I tried to ignore it. Noticing that even Annie, appeared sexually tensed, I assumed that this was seen to be normal and subtly ignored. There was an inherent honesty in being able to see the parts of a person that were normally covered up. In the discussion among our expanded group, I mainly listened and nodded appropriately as I watched the main path from the parking area. I was hoping that Peter might get here in time to have lunch with us, after all. 

Harry was probing Katrina for information about the newly permitted naked surfing competitions. Unfortunately, it only served to remind me of my upcoming commitment to take part. I gathered that Harry was interested in obtaining footage of the event in return for a similar concession with A.M.K.O. films. Some sort of contra deal that I had no real interest in. I just stretched out and enjoyed the suns rays and did my best to forget that I was as naked as the day I was born.

I stood up and waved when I saw Peter approaching the northern end of the beach. I ignored the other groups as I ran toward him, forgetting about my nudity altogether. It was only when I heard a loud whistle from a group of young guys that reality kicked in. Peter had seen me and ran toward me.

"We're over here!" I called, ignoring the startled looks from others, as I beckoned to him and then waited for him to approach.

"Is that your man, Peter?" Suddenly Annie was beside me.

"That's him. He's made it after all." I glowed as I turned to her. "I've been watching out for him while we were eating lunch."

"Not too bad at all." Annie observed, with a grin, as Peter got closer. He was wearing shorts but, I guessed, no underwear. Whilst not as perfect as Jim, Peter was well built and handsome.

I felt a bit embarrassed, waiting for Peter, even with Annie at my side, with the nearby youths eyeing us over and whistling out their lustful appreciation. I ignored the subdued lewd comments and ran to Peter's side and kissed him. I introduced Annie and we walked slowly back to our group.

The look on Peter's face was worth all the trauma and embarrassment once the looks on the youths faces reflected their jealousy, rather than lust. I had a new confidence about being without clothing that I had never experienced before. Being part of such a large group of other uninhibited people had brought me, creeping, out of my shell. Peter wasted no time in removing his shorts and then excusing himself to go for a quick swim. 

"Just carry on with your lunch time guys." He glanced at me. "I won't be long, Pam." Motioning for me to stay with the group.

"That's better!" He commented as he sat back alongside of me, dripping cold water on my heated skin. He offered the sandwiches that he had brought with him around. "Plenty there." He assured the others as he passed the home made salad sandwiches around.

My last remaining hope of avoiding the planned competition events of the afternoon crashed when Peter joined the conversation with our enlarged group and they appraised him about the exciting nature of what lay ahead, at least from their point of view. I winced as Peter volunteered to enter the damned novice event, himself. I let out a sigh of despair as I bit into a cucumber sandwich.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW: {I Hope}

Authors note: The surfing event and the promise of further ventures of exhibitionism as Pam goes more public than ever before, will hopefully keep those VOTES rolling in? [Hint, darlings!] You know how to make this happen by now? Your comments by Email are always welcome too. 

Barbara Anne Adams. N.Z.G.S.K. 



Erotic Adventures Ch. 13



Jim and Peter began to talk about sporting interests and the various equipment for maintaining a good physique. I heard a reference to the Grecian Athletic Society and the relative merits of exercising in the nude. I was trying to listen to them but there was more interesting conversation taking place between Katrina and Sally with regard to their piercing placements. I listened until they went for a swim with Rebecca, Karen and Wayne. Peter and Jim carried on talking, fully absorbed in their discussion. Annie was just resting, almost asleep.

"I'll just stay with Harry, if that's all right." I declined when Rebecca asked if I wanted to come.

I asked Harry if he had finished for the day with his assignments, hoping that he might have forgotten about the surfing event to come.

"You don't get out of it that easily." His blue eyes twinkled with mirth. "I've got to say that I was surprised by your boldness earlier." He confided. "Just remember to be yourself and ignore any silly comments about your body. I know you still get a bit worried but there's no need." Harry was almost whispering now. "You seem confident enough whenever Annie's around. She's a good influence on you so stick with her if I'm busy, later on." He glanced at his watch and got his camera gear ready. " 1 pm. Only half an hour or so to go."

"Till the contest?" I pricked up my ears.

"No, till they make the announcement." Harry explained pointing to the main part of the beach. "They have to give notice to the rest of the beachgoers about the beach being declared a free beach for the afternoon. They have an obligation to warn the other people, before it's legal to be naked during the contest. Karen and Katrina were telling me earlier on." He cackled. "Like we had to at the protest rally, last night. You're suppose to get a permit for that sort of thing. Mind you, I don't think there'll be many leaving today." He looked around. "I've never seen so many people here on a Monday."

Harry fussed around with his cameras and I took the opportunity to read the smaller part of the novel he had brought for me. 'My Sexual Awakening' read like an introduction to exhibitionism, where Barbara come to realise the thrill to be had from displaying her naked body to complete strangers. I had been living this for the last three days and could readily empathise with her position. When I read the part that dealt with her first piercing, a clitoral ring, I took a lot more interest. I began to understand the motivation and the benefits that she experienced in having the procedure done. Harry took a few items and excused himself to go back to his car.

"Just stay and read your book for a while." He put his shorts on and left. Ignorant of time or passing people, I luxuriated with my head on a folded beach towel and soaked in the cloud filtered rays of the sun, idly flicking through the pages. I became absorbed in the book again. Upon finishing Ch.5 I realised that the four friends were intending to take their relationship into the realm of 'wife-swapping'. Barbara and Cathy both had fantasies involving the other's partner. The book reminded me of my own deep rooted fantasy world. Harry's casual words returned to haunt my thoughts: "Has Peter asked you to have sex with another couple?" Harry had openly admitted that he had tried group sex himself. I wriggled my body in the sand, dreaming about what my answer might be if Peter should happen to hold the same beliefs. That fantasy of mine, involving Gerry, might become more than a dream. I started Ch.1 of 'Addicted to Attention', eagerly turning the pages, with a growing interest in Barbara's narrative of her unconventional, philosophic beliefs.

"Are you going in for the contest later on?"

I looked up and saw three older, fully dressed men gazing down at me as I lay reading in the sun. I sat up with a start and looked around.

"Excuse me?" I queried, wondering if the men were officials or perhaps beach wardens. I felt a pang of guilt and fear, similar to the time Harry had discovered me in Peter's old shower room. I was alone and equally naked. Even Annie was no longer nearby, dozing in the sun. Her gear was gone and I was on my own. I dropped my book and reached for a towel, assuming that Harry had taken one of his trips back to the Volvo. Although there were still other groups of people around me, my friends were still in the water, swimming. 

"Sorry to disturb you, Miss, but we were just curious. We came down that pathway over there." The ruddy faced older man pointed over toward the rocks with his fishing rod. "We came over to watch the new contest, surfing that is! There was a trace of a smile on his face. 

"We understood it was going to be a nudist event." The bald-headed man with a weathered face interrupted. "We were fishing over in the next cove and we just wanted to see it." He explained.

"We thought we might have lunch over this side and watch the fun." The silver haired, walk-short clad man interjected. "Our wives think we're fishing all day. We've never seen a nude surfing contest before." He explained. "Hope you don't mind us asking you like this?"

He shifted his feet awkwardly in the sand.

I could see the humour in the situation. In a matter of moments I could see that the men were completely harmless. Only the man that had spoken to me first was still looking straight at me. The other two were nervous and endeavouring to make out that they were looking elsewhere. I dropped the towel and stood up. They were the ones that were embarrassed now. I pointed toward the crowd at the southern end of the beach.

"I believe it's due to start shortly, where all those others are, somewhere." I smiled, gaining confidence. "I hope to be taking part but I don't think they've made the announcement yet. What's the time now?"

The men all looked at their watches at once, as if relieved at being able to focus their attention on something other than my body.

"1-15, I make it." The silver haired guy spoke.

"You'll have plenty of time to walk over there. It won't be starting until they announce the beach as a free beach for the afternoon. Something about council permits, I believe."

I was proud of myself as I sat down, watching the men continue their journey. I realised that they had been more nervous than I was. They were part of an era that had been repressed by society standards that didn't include comfort with nudity, like my parents. The three men had obviously enjoyed looking at me, as I was reading, but direct eye contact was far more intimidating for them than it had been for me. Prior to meeting Annie and her friends, I still believed that it was wrong to flaunt my body and I had found it embarrassing to be seen without my clothing on, but the events of the last twenty-four hours had calmed my nerves. Peter had always wanted me to lose my remaining inhibitions and our relationship had been far more stable, since my return. The book that Harry gave me to read, plus his wise advice had further reinforced the position that my earlier fears were unfounded. 

I resolved to relax and enjoy the sensations of my newly acquired freedom and understanding of human nature. I read on, turning the pages until I came to the part where Barbara first experienced group sex with her close friends, Cathy and Ken. It suddenly hit me. I had met Kenneth at the birthday party! He was Harry's younger brother! The sensual description of Ken was identical, in Barbara's book. The passage that I was reading brought a pre-orgasmic flush to my body that needed dampening in cold refreshing water. Barbara had just experienced double penetration, a long forbidden fantasy of mine. I read it twice. I waited for Harry to get back and then excused myself to go for a swim. 

"The announcement's already been made now." He touched the top button of his shorts and offered to go with me.

"I'll be alright. I have to do this on my own, sometime." I smiled at him. "I'm going to take your advice and just be myself." I stood up and stretched my body, brushing the sand off my hardened nipples, then put the book away. "I'll be back shortly." 

Harry smiled, knowingly. His searching blue eyes ran over my body. 

"You seem much more at home with your sensuality now, Pam. It's perfectly normal to be excited when others admire your body. I saw you talking to those three men earlier." There was much greater respect in his gentle voice, as well.

"Thanks Harry, I didn't see you, watching over me."

"Good luck, Pamela. Just don't be too long and bring the others back with you."

I walked down the sand, threading my way past the scattered groups and sole sunbathers alike. My stomach was still full of nerves but I had a new appreciation of their reactions to my nudity. From the furtive looks from the older men through to cheeky comments from the younger people, as I passed by, I merely smiled and carried on. I forced myself not to cradle my breasts or turn away from the pointed gaze of the men that ogled my body. I would have to get used to that. Sally had obviously encountered all this before. How else would she have been able to cope with going out onto the street to meet Peter, yesterday afternoon, stark naked, as she had. 

There was an old couple wading in the shallows. Their expression of initial shock became admiration as I ran the last five yards into the surf, my naked breasts bouncing free. I felt the welcome relief of the cooler water on my sun warmed skin as Peter swam toward me. He met me in waist deep water, hugging me and leading me over to join Sally and Rebecca when they swam in.

"It's almost time for the start." I gasped excitedly. "Harry wants to get going as soon as possible."

"Annie and her friends have already gone over there." Peter pointed to the southern end of the beach, where there was a larger crowd of people gathering in a concentrated area near a sizeable open tent.

We all walked back up the beach and helped Harry to pack up our gear. Most of the clothed bathers had drifted away to watch the activity on the main part of the beach and I almost missed the sort of attention I had garnered earlier. It felt great to have Peter and the other two girls walking alongside of me though. Sally always inspired me with her casual regard to bystanders.

"You'd better put this on." Harry handed me my toga. "You're getting a bit red in places." He explained, grinning. "Baby steps!" He reminded me.

The sensation of the breeze blowing through my tunic cooled my flesh while removing the worst effects of the afternoon sun. I allowed the skirts to billow, exposing the naked flesh beneath, marvelling at my willingness to let the skirts fall naturally back into place. All the agony that I felt earlier on, at having no bikini to wear underneath on the way back to the car, had vanished completely. 

I seemed to attract more looks from other people in the car park than Sally or Rebecca, even though they had remained totally nude. After my experience with the three fishermen, I felt I could cope with just about anything. I took my book, a towel and wore my toga back to the beach marquee, where there was a large number of predominantly naked people and filming activity happening. Annie greeted me warmly and took our names and gave us a programme of events to read. Noticing my toga, she directed Peter and I to an area in the shade of the ample, gently billowing marquee. She handed me a folding beach chair.

"Just make yourselves at home over there, next to the other new entrants." She gave me an understanding smile. "Keep out of the sun."

The four of us sat together. Harry was talking to a tall, sandy haired man with a commercial film camera and a bikini clad lady with a short spiky hairdo. They appeared to be discussing positioning for the upcoming events. There was a stunning young lady, with voluminous breasts, talking with Katrina nearby and Jim was organizing the surfboards with Karen and Wayne, nearer to the pounding surf. They all seemed to be working toward a common purpose. I looked around and saw men erecting barriers to contain the growing crowd of spectators that we had needed to thread our way through to reach the marquee. Most of the organisers inside the barrier were naked and a few of them were wandering among the crowd, unconcerned by the bemused stares of the dressed spectators.

"I wish I had known about this, earlier." Peter mused. "I would have brought a few of the others from our society. It makes our town hall protest last night look tame."

"I've been reading this." I held up my book.

"It gets better as it goes on." Peter grinned. "Wait till you see her 'Mistress Barbara' novel. She's quite a versatile lady." The admiration was obvious when Peter spoke about the authoress. He spoke softly as he leaned over to me. "She really believes in fulfilling all her family's sexual fantasies."

I wondered if I should mention how far I had already gone though the current book. I decided to wait till we got home, changing subjects.

"When are we going shopping for new outfits?" I asked. "You seem to have left my wardrobe a bit light." Thinking about the way he has confiscated most of my underwear. "What about the wedding?"

"All arranged!" Peter smiled mysteriously just as the carnival loudspeaker cut in. "Later!"

A tall distinguished man announced the events that the assembly had obviously been waiting for. He welcomed any entrants from the crowd to register and compete. I followed the programme as he spoke, with butterflies in my stomach, listening for the ones that involved the latest converts to naked surfing. I was quite surprised at the number of entries in all the events.

Watching the early events with Peter, we admired the more experienced surfers like Wayne and Jim as they took advantage of some of the bigger waves. The spectators were noisy but well behaved, obediently standing clear of the triumphant return of the competitors as they made their way back to the marquee. Sally and Peter went out before me, their bronzed bodies disqualifying them from the event that I had entered. I was happy to see Jim and Wayne going out with them to advise on technique and suitable wave formation. I glanced at Annie who was now standing alongside the announcer. I gathered that he was her boyfriend, Patrick. She had told me that he was a bit older than she was. I looked back to where Jim was giving advice to Peter, Sally and two others. The thought of being out there with him was strangely enticing in addition to the excitement of trying a new beach sport.

My turn came unexpectedly when Annie came running over. She explained that there was a reduction in the size of the surf and they had moved the novice section forward. She pointed to the stack of surfboards and told me to swim out to Jim for a few quick lessons.

"Do you feel up to going out now?" Harry was holding a camera with telephoto lenses. "Just relax and do your best." He advised.

I peeled off my toga and looked at the good natured crowd. They were busy watching the antics of the current competitors as they struggled to make it into shore on the last decent wave and remain upright. With nerves stretched to breaking point, I picked a board and entered the water. I swam out beyond the breakers and met up with Jim and some of the other more experienced surfers. 

Straddling my surfboard opened me up to their gaze. An electrifying thrill ran though my tensed body whenever my naked flesh met Jim's. There was a raw sexual excitement building within me when I saw that the attraction appeared to be mutual. It was hard to concentrate on his expert advice, with my eyes locked onto his semi-turgid manhood. He encouraged me to try to stand on the board with my feet apart while he steadied the surf board from below.

I had to fight to keep my mind from slipping into a sexual fantasy world, this time with Jim instead of young Gerry in a starring role. Erotic images, that the book had conjured in my mind, were constantly running through my brain and I was barely aware of his instructions, let alone the crowd on the beach. When I fell in the water alongside him, it was for reasons of modesty rather than my lack of balance. The growing wetness that I felt was impossible to disguise any longer. Jim helped me back on the board. His erect penis touched my leg while he guided me back on the board, reddening my face with a hot flush of desire. When our eyes next met there was a mutual guilt, written in our eyes. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was no longer possible to deny the animal attraction, for either of us. I tried to stand up again, keeping my legs close together.

"Just crouch on your knees and get used to paddling the board around." He advised as he remained in the water. "Just try to stand, the way I showed you, on the way in. I'll let you know when to start paddling in with the next decent wave." He gave me a knowing grin.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW: 

Chapter 14 will see Pamela confessing her deepest fantasies to her fiance Peter. She agrees to place herself entirely in his hands to direct as he wishes. I don't need to tell you, this opens up a new realm of delicious possibilities. Vote [5] and stay tuned. I'll get that damned prize one day.



Erotic Adventures Ch. 14



Moving away from Jim, I calmed down as I practiced paddling on my knees. I knew that by edging my knees ever wider, I was exposing my swollen genitalia to all the riders behind me but I found the liberty to do so, sexually exciting. Had I been wearing a swimsuit I would have been constantly checking to make sure everything was properly in place, thus preserving my modesty. With nothing on, this conventional reserve didn't seem to matter, nearly as much. 

Exposing myself, this way, I began to experiment with the stability of the board I had picked until I found the most comfortable paddling position. I paddled out further, testing the power of the swell at it picked me up until the board eased back into the trough. At one point, while paddling, I had the strangest fantasy running through my mind. I imagined Jim taking me from behind. All other considerations had vanished and we were all alone. 

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"Come on Pam! You can't leave yet." Jim was rubbing his throbbing member between my legs, seeking entry. "You've got me all worked up, you little teaser." He chuckled, peeling back my labial lips with his pulsating penis. "I have to do this!" 

Jim pushed me forward and entered my steaming love nest, gripping my hips and sliding his huge member deep inside me. Although he clearly had the choice, he knew I was more ready to receive him in the more conventional way. Not that I would have cared. I just wanted to feel his passion as it lay pulsating inside me, warming whichever cavity he wished. I was beyond any consideration of pain, modesty or bashful reticence. I comforted myself that Peter had given Jim his full approval to satisfy his lust. I ground my hips back at his pelvis in a signal of willingness. He pumped away quickly and orgasmed inside me, all too soon. I thrashed my arms wildly in the water.

"Go for it now!" I heard the shout behind me. I snapped out of my fantasy world.

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"That's it! Faster!" I was paddling for all I was worth.

The raw power and the erotic sensation of the cold seawater trickling between the cheeks of my bottom, suddenly made me feel far more daring than normal. Now I wanted to ride in on the wave, toward the crowded beach, standing up if I could, to show Peter what I could do.

When the wave was about to curl I was in ideal position to alter my stance. Wobbling at first, I stood and balanced as the board gained momentum. For a few brief seconds I felt the gathering power of the wave propelling me onward towards the shore. All eyes were on me as I rode the wave in. It was exhilarating and satisfying at the same time to know that I had successfully mastered the art of surfing. The fact that I was totally nude at the time, merely added to my warm sense of accomplishment. If this was the way Peter wanted his wife to be, then I had little doubt that I would make him happy. I amazed myself as I strode up the sand, doing a mock curtsy as I replaced the board and walked past the cheering crowd of onlookers. 

I had just read about Barbara's first public nude appearance and I now had some idea of the exhilaration that she must have felt. Harry met me.

"Great stuff, Pam. You go and get yourself in the shade now."

"Where's Peter?" I felt a pang of guilt, remembering---?

"Oh! He's gone back out there." Harry pointed to the group of riders bobbing in the distance. "He seems to like this new sport."

I sat back down on my beach chair, picking up my book, not bothering to put my toga back on at this point. I stretched out and started to read. My heart was still thumping and I had difficulty concentrating on the text. I kept thinking about Jim, and the effect I had on his body, out on the water. I was sure that I hadn't been afraid but the fantasy orgasm that I had enjoyed was no less real. I knew I would have to watch myself from here on. An decreasing gap was apparent in the fantasy versus the reality world, these days. Part of me hoped that Peter subscribed to the philosophy contained in Barbara's book, yet there was still a trace of reluctance to accept that I had lost so many of my previous inhibitions. I made up my mind to explore my previously unspoken fantasies with Peter and try harder to understand his, as soon as possible.

I was so intent on my reading that I didn't hear Peter come up beside me. The book was hoisted from my grasp.

"Let's see!" Peter was smiling as he checked out the chapter I was reading. Chapter Eight!" He looked surprised. "What do you think of it so far?" He met me at eye level crouching beside me.

"It's certainly interesting." I was search for the right words, blushing like a schoolgirl. "It's well written." I spluttered.

I had just reached the point where the writer and her family group were about explore the world of BDSM more fully with Kent as their guide. It seemed obvious that they were all interested in advancing their relationship with their older, wealthier friends.

"How did you get on with your surfing?" I smiled at him.

I closed the book and adroitly changed the subject.

"It's great! Sally and Rebecca enjoyed it too. I had a chance to speak to Jim out there." Peter was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "He seems impressed by your willingness to learn. Harry got some great photos, but he suggested I take you home early. He doesn't want you getting too sunburned."

"What now!" I got to my feet.

"Yes. Besides it suits me." Peter was giving me a hungry look. "Put your dress back on and come with me." He held out his hand.

The surfing carnival was still in full swing when we left. The surf was running higher than before and there seemed to be more people taking advantage of the beach's 'free' status now. Peter put his shorts back on when we got back to the car, letting me in and closing the door. I placed a towel on the hot vinyl seat, remembering when my naked bottom made contact with it from yesterday afternoon. The tunic dress was so short that it rode up my back as I settled in for the drive home putting my naked flesh in direct contact with the towel. The drive home was punctuated by excited conversation about our respective achievements and I gathered that Peter was glad to have met the group of surfers that befriended me.

"It's surprising that their activities haven't come to my attention before. Jim was telling me that most of them surf in the nude all the time." He laughed. "They haven't had any complaints or been picked up by the beach wardens, like we have. We'll have to go out to 'Peninsula' more often from now on."

"It was exciting." I admitted. "I felt so free out there."

It was obvious the Peter had the same thing in mind that I did. He slid his free hand inside my dress and caressed my smooth lower tummy, tracing his fingers downward. Imperceptibly I co-operated with his advances, shifting my hips forward to allow his intrusion.

"Not here, Darling!" I moaned softly, as his finger found its mark. "I do want you, but--." Our eyes met. I straightened up in my seat again, playfully slapping his wrist.

We were well on the way home by then and the traffic was light but I was fearful of getting too carried away by my desires. I knew Peter well enough to know that the slightest encouragement would see us having semi-public sex, right there in the car. From early in our relationship, I had the impression that he liked the danger factor in having sex with me in places where we could easily be seen, albeit accidentally, by others. I thought about our last encounter in the toilet, with all his players outside, showering and changing, after the match. He had been like a tiger after I showed myself, berating his young charges and sending them packing. I wasn't ready to put on such a public demonstration of our love for one and other, quite yet.

The neighbourhood was quiet so, holding my dress together as best I could, I scurried toward the front door. Peter gave me a slap on my rump as he ushered me inside, lifting the back of my dress to connect with my reddened flesh. 

"Ouch!" I cried. "My sunburn."

I giggled and ran to our bedroom, stopping briefly to throw my dress on the bed, before turning on cold tap of the shower.

As the cooling spray touched my breasts and the doubly reddened flesh of my bottom, I realised that Harry had given Peter good advice. I soaped up, feeling a faint hint of stubble on my pubic bone, knowing it wouldn't be long before I had to shave the area again. I knew that Peter liked me to be smooth down there. I had some depilatory cream for under my arms and that seemed to work for much longer. Sally and Rebecca had told me that it was safe to use, even on the inner lips of my labia.

"Don't be long!" Peter called out from the bedroom. "Don't make me come in there to get you." He warned.

I smiled, thinking about the contained power that had first attracted Barbara to Kent. She loved to be dominated too. It removed the guilt, to know that you had no direct control over your own body.

"Be right out, Master!" I smiled.

I dried myself properly with a fresh towel, humming a cheerful tune as I checked myself out in the mirror and combed my hair.

"You got that right!" The voice was closer. 

Peter was grinning at me, standing in the doorway.

"I was going to show you what I do for a living today. We just have to take care of this first." The wolf appeared.

He picked me up and dumped me on the bed, reaching for his special oil. 'Resistance is futile', as the Borg collective would say in the old 'Star-trek' series, not that I wanted to put up a fight. I lay back while Peter tended to my preparation, closing my eyes, thrilling to his sensuous touch. I was back on the beach again. This time on a deserted cove. Jim was about to take Peter's preferred option.

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He greased me up with the oil. It didn't matter what it was. I spread myself wide open as he pushed his muscular finger deep into my colon, past my lubricated rosebud.

"Have you done this before?" Jim looked excited as he surveyed the forbidden area.

"Please be gentle?" I gasped as he pressed his manhood up against the narrow entrance. I felt the resistance of my sphincter muscle begin to give way under the pressure and relaxed more fully to accommodate him. He hoisted my legs carelessly over his shoulder and drove his member further inside me.

"Do you like it this way?" Jim grunted, with the effort of pushing past my tight muscles.

"Yes! Oh Yes, Master!" I raised my hips to meet his final thrust. "Put it all the way in!" I gyrated against him. I felt his coarse pubic hair and his hairy testicles against the tender, sunburned cheeks of my bottom and remembered. Jim was totally shaved down there. I opened my eyes again, awakened from my fantasy world.

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"Just be careful!" I warned. "The flesh is a bit tender down there. I should have used sun block earlier on" 

Peter gazed back at me, softening his expression and stopping his frenzied thrusting immediately.

"Do you want me to stop?" His member throbbed inside me as he waited for my reply. "I noticed that your skin was a bit redder than normal." He looked downcast. "I thought you wanted it as much as I did, Pam."

"It's just that your pubic hair seems to be irritating the cheeks of my bottom. Just take it slowly, darling?" I pleaded.

I hadn't realised that I was so close to being sunburned until now. I soon got back into the rhythm of our lovemaking, feeling guilty for having stopped Peter midstream. Soon we were both lost in ecstasy as we regained lost momentum. My lover was more considerate and stopped short of grinding his hips against my tender bottom. As my orgasm built I began to buck against him. A crescendo of emotion flooded though me as Peter built up to his own climax. I could feel his penis straining against the walls of my colon. When he paused, to make the moment last, a warm throbbing matched the beat of his heart. I knew I would always be his. 

My own lubrication mixed with his as he spurted his seed deep inside me. I didn't complain when he held me tight, in the heat of his passion, even when his hand gripped the cheeks of my bottom. We lay there as his member subsided, both of us breathing heavily.

I thought about my day and what I had done for my lover since I came back to town. There would have been no way I could have considered displaying myself, the ways that I had, unless it was to please him. My deepest fantasies had previously been held in check but now I was building up the courage to ask him to share his deepest fantasies with me. I had already touched on one of mine when I told him about my desire to be dominated and this appeared to please him. Anal sex was a good example of his desire to dominate his sex partner. Previously I had submitted, albeit unwillingly, but now I actually looked forward to it. I wondered how far I would go, in order to make him happy. Certainly, in exposing myself, nude, to others, I found that it stirred forbidden fantasies within me. I had always held these in check, previously, afraid he might mock me. His odd penchant for sex in unusual places disturbed me and yet I had to know, almost afraid of what it might lead to. It was time for mutual honesty because I wanted our marriage to last.

"I've been having these fantasies." I began, uncertainly. "I'm sure you have some too.

We were in the shower, together, now. A perfect time to broach the subject and learn about what Peter expected of me. I knew that he was fascinated by his sister's sexuality and had previously wanted to watch her as she lay with Rebecca. It had never been my scene and yet there was no denying that being shaved by Sally had stirred an erotic reaction in me. Even through the alcoholic haze, I remembered THAT.

"Come with me, when we dry off, and I'll show you some of my fantasies." He grinned mysteriously. "I think you might enjoy some of them, at least." He let his words sink in. "By the way, I've been thinking about that problem you have with my pubic hair. What did you think of young Jim, at the beach?"

My heart sank. Had he seen us together? Had he noticed the animal attraction between us? Was he going to share me? Was he mad with me? I had no idea, but answered him in the spirit of his entire question.

"You don't see too many men with shaved genitals. It made him look bigger, somehow? I looked for his reaction.

Peter nodded thoughtfully.

"What say we both get rid of our fuzz together?" He grinned.

"I was going to use some cream on mine." I touched my sensitive mons area, moving down to my engorged clitoris. "Would you like to do it for me?" I blushed. "If you want me to stay this way, that is?"

For the next half hour, we took turns at removing all traces of pubic hair from one and other. I had the biggest task, trimming with the scissors and finally shaving Peter, removing the hair from his entire genital area. We massaged in the depilatory cream, taking note of the instructions to leave it on for twenty minutes or so. Peter carefully rubbed in the cream, paying due attention to my reddened skin until we both stood before the mirror, covered in the stuff.

"Right!" He announced, smiling devilishly at me. "Come on!"

With my heart pounding, I followed Peter out to the hallway. I had no idea where he was taking me. All manner of fears were running through my mind. We were both stark naked and I knew the living room curtains were wide open. I could hear the traffic out on the street and I realised that by now, the neighbours were all coming home from work. The young paperboy would be due and I could hear the sounds of young children, next door, yelling and calling out to one and other. We still had the pale cream all over our genitals and to me, it looked slightly obscene. Worse than Kim and I, with our chap stick makeup on, the night we went out on the protest walk, unknowingly in public.

He stopped and reached up to get a key from the top of the architrave above the spare room door.

"I was going to show you this, sooner or later." He grinned. "In here, there is everything you will ever need, to fulfil both of our fantasies." He placed the key in the new lock. "I don't think it will shock you too much, NOW." He emphasised. "This is how I make money these days, as well." He grinned as he opened the door.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW: IF? 

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 15



The room was dark and he reached in and turned on the lights.

Peter had certainly been busy. The room resembled the interior of a porn shop. Decorating the walls were shelves containing every device imaginable, for stimulation of either the male or female genitalia. In one far corner of the room he had set up his office, his computer still turned on to the internet. There was a small mountain of icons denoting messages, still unattended. Instead of his computer manuals were a neat set of books marked for orders, memberships and dispatch records among other things

"I've got plenty of bandwidth in this baby." He patted the new computer. "Two or three hours a day and I can make more money than I ever did before. Look! I'll show you." He clicked on an icon.

"Kent's Creations Dungeon Stock." He exclaimed, pointing.

It was like a catalogue of all the bondage gear, equipment, various punishment accessories that included whips and paddles and as he rolled the cursor down there were a wide variety of costumes, cages and torture devices. There were photos of near nude women suspended above or below their 'Masters', I guessed.

"Toys." He read as he clicked on another icon.

"Jeez! Isn't this stuff illegal." I breathed. "What is it that you're running here? Some sort of fantasy playroom?"

I couldn't help but be impressed with the time it must have taken to get all this up and running. I stood transfixed as Peter clicked on the various icons.

"Isn't that Sally?" I pointed to one photo of one model dressed in a peekaboo bra and crotch-less knickers.

"Harry took that one." Peter smiled. He did quite a bit of work on this particular catalogue.

"Just how many have you got?" I was looking around the room.

"It's a chain of sites, accessible in one yearly membership. I've got Harry taking photos for me and each site is designed to appeal to every possible sexual interest that I know of. The idea is to make it a one stop shop. You can buy gear, clothing, lingerie, sex toys and other things that I'm still developing." Peter was getting excited as he listed the interests catered for on his site. "There are a lot of rip-off merchants on the internet. This one will cater for everyone. The catalogues are free but if they want to go further, they have to become a member." He chuckled.

"I thought you were going to tell me about your fantasies." I dug Peter in the ribs with my elbow. "I've already told you about a couple of mine." I glared at him. "Surely you're not interested in all this stuff." I pointed to the display on the wall above the door. "Like those for example?" 

There were a number of punishment devices, some of them designed to hurt or maim the unfortunate recipient for life. There were pictures of big burly men, whipping the occupants of a room and hanging them from meat-hooks. I was beginning to think that Peter had taken leave of his senses.

"Oh those!" He grinned. "They are just to set the mood." He looked at me more seriously. "By the end of the week you will be sure to finish your book. The Addicted to Attention series will explain it much better. The idea is to set the mood, as I said. A subordinate must learn to trust her Master." Peter drew himself up to his full height. "You trust Harry, don't you?"

"Well, yes!" I stammered. "He's always been kind."

"What about me?" He demanded.

"I love you! You know that, don't you?" I was shaking a little, still unsure what Peter was trying to get at. "I'm trying to please you in every way that I can." I kissed him. "Of course I trust you!"

"I know!" He agreed, when I released him. "Why don't we go and get this stuff off us." Peter looked at the clock on the screen of his computer. "We can talk over dinner but first, we have to wash this cream off and while we're at it?" He grabbed a package off the shelf. "This might be good for a start." He held it away from me so that I couldn't see what it was, smiling mysteriously.

I was dying of curiosity. All the time we were in the shower, I was trying to extract from Peter the information that I had failed to obtain in his roomful of sex toys and bondage gear.

"All I can say is that fantasies originate from a deep seated desire to try something new. Most people never attempt to live out these dreams in real life. They are shackled by convention and are afraid to mention them in case the people that they respect think badly of them. I mean, look what happened to us when I bought you that new swimsuit?" He looked intently at me. "I watched you at the beach today, honey. You enjoyed every minute, even though you were totally naked, at the time."

"I know sweetheart." I whispered, feeling guilty.

"When I asked you what you thought of Jim, earlier, you only mentioned that it was unusual to see a man without pubic hair. Now, I want to tell me what you really thought about him. Be honest with me, Pam. Did you want him,---sexually I mean?"

"I guess so. I sort of fantasised about him when we were out there." I stumbled over my words, blushing with embarrassment.

I could feel his eyes searching mine for further information and I felt relieved when the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. 

"That's more like it!" Peter smiled. "We all have fantasies and when we get married, I don't want you to feel that you can't tell me everything that's on your mind. I want you to belong to me totally. I want to make as many of your dreams come true as I can." He promised.

"All right! What about you?" I gained strength from his shock reaction to my confession.

"Mine evolve, in the same way that yours have, so far." Peter smiled. "You know me well enough by now. I want our relationship to be based on mutual respect. I would never ask you to do anything that might harm you but I want you to obey me, as you have already done. I'll give you a safe word to use, but be VERY careful how you use it." He warned. "Part of the philosophy of the BDSM world is to stretch your limits to suit your Master. You'll read more about that in Barbara's next book. It's pretty exciting stuff for both of us."

I still didn't fully understand what Peter was talking about but I found myself nodding and agreeing to be his sub, as he called it.

"You will call me 'Master' when I ask you to do something that you might be a bit frightening to you." He instructed. "That way I'll know to take it easy on you." He smiled lovingly. "If you feel that you can't obey me, just say your safe word and we'll talk about it."

Peter and I dried each other and continued to talk about our future together. I agreed to put my life in his hands and promised not to use the safe word unless I really had to. He left it up to me to choose that word and then led me into the bedroom. His main fantasy was now becoming obvious, to be in total control of my behaviour and to thus remove any guilt that I might feel, from acting out on my forbidden, deep seated desires. On the other hand I promised to allow him the freedom to pursue his own dreams, free of any jealousy or resentment on my part. Although I had some misgivings about carrying on this way I felt I owed him a large amount of loyalty. I chose my own safe word, 'desist', for no other reason than it was not a word that I would normally use. I would have to think about it.

"Great!" Peter laid me down on the bed. "Close your eyes for me, Babe." He nudged my legs gently apart.

My body tingled with excitement as I obeyed him, listening as Peter unwrapped the package that he had left in the room. Laying on my back, open and exposed to my lover, had never bothered me too much in the past but there was a new dimension of excitement, to the thought of being totally subordinate to his wishes and of wearing whatever turned him on, that gave me an extra thrill. I wondered whether he would show me off and how it would make me feel to be put on display. I was confused by the speedy changes that were occurring in my moral outlook. I just had to put my trust in Peter and I believed that he would never harm me. 

Finally I heard the empty package being tossed on the floor and the bed move under his weight as he knelt between my legs.

"Just keep your eyes closed, darling. I know we're both going to enjoy this little toy." Peter's soft voice soothed my nerves.

I lifted my hips slightly as he inserted a small, soft ribbed penis shaped device into my vagina. It wasn't uncomfortable but I knew it was there.

"How does that feel." He coaxed. pushing in in past my muscles. "Can you hold your new friend inside you?"

I nodded my head, fearful of upsetting him but worried about the reason for this intrusion. I wished I had taken the time to examine his range of sex toys, earlier. It was all so new to me. 

"Now, just wait here and read the next chapter of your book for a while. Get yourself comfortable and I won't be long." He assured, as he kissed me. "Open your eyes and wait right here."

Peter handed me the book.

I could hear him moving around in the kitchen area as I propped up my pillow and began to read. I was acutely aware of the device that Peter had placed inside me. I couldn't resist taking a peek at the crumpled package on the floor. It was comfortable enough but I was wondering what it was supposed to be for. I reached out and read the back of the packet. My eyes widened as I realised that it was remote controlled. The illustration indicated that it was a sophisticated vibrator of some sort.

"How's it going in there." Peter was coming closer.

I chucked the package back on the floor, just as Peter entered the room.

"I thought so!" He was grinning, mocking my feeble attempt at playing detective. "Bad girl! Just do what you're told. Remember your promise." He pecked me on the cheek. "I won't punish you, this time, but just be careful in future?"

Peter seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. As he left the room, I noticed a remote device hanging around his neck.

"Trust and Obey!" He called out, walking away from me. "You won't hear me coming next time."

It was as though Peter left the package there deliberately. He was testing my level of commitment to the promise I had made him. He had made sure that my mind was tantalised by the unspoken promises of whatever unknown delights lay ahead. I had finished chapter eight and started on the first pages of chapter nine when I looked up. Peter was there, standing in the doorway.

"That's better!" He chuckled. "I'll have our dinner ready soon. Just keep reading meanwhile."

I should have been angry but I just smiled at him and went back to my reading. Barbara was about to go out to a BDSM club, having accepted Kent's terms for him to be their family's 'Master' for the evening. It was starting to get quite interesting. I couldn't help wondering how she came to be called Mistress. Barbara seemed to be dreading the thought of humiliation, and yet, loving it at the same time. I seemed to be following reasonably similar parallels, in my own life. I found it quite intriguing to read about her family's changing interests to this point. 

As I moved on to her grand entrance to the club, as described in the book, I found myself enthralled, making up my mind to meet this lady if I could. I wanted to know more about the author's philosophical beliefs, even if I couldn't emulate them, fully.

Subconsciously, I touched myself when I came to the part where she circulated the crowded room, allowing the patrons to touch her. A small electrical wire reminded me that Peter's plaything was still inside me. I had almost forgotten it was there. Perhaps it didn't work? I went back to reading, lightly touching myself in the way I expected that Barbara was allowing her customers to do.

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"Dinner's ready!"

I heard the voice and then felt a movement inside me. The toy worked alright. I looked up and put my book down, marking the page I was currently reading. Peter was still in the main room.

"Alright darling." I called back. "It works, by the way!" I smiled as I got up. The toy stopped abruptly.

The spare room door was still open as I walked past into the lounge. I looked in briefly and noticed that the computer was still on. I had no need to ask how Peter wanted me dressed for dinner. Standing next to the table, he pulled out a chair, his eyes twinkling with delight.

He looked whiter than normal, around the area that I had recently shaved and I couldn't help staring as I took my seat.

"Dinner in the nude, from now on, is it?" I smiled at him.

"Think of the advantages." He agreed, touching the remote that nestled into his chest. "You just have to watch your step when you're cooking." He grinned. "I found that out this morning."

We talked about the philosophy of light BDSM, as Peter called it.

"No doubt you have read about the ethical side and the purpose of putting yourself in the hands of someone that you trust by now?

"I think so. You don't have fantasies about hurting people or anything, then?" I had to be sure.

"Of course not!" Peter looked annoyed. "It's all about pleasure in getting through life. We all have different fantasies about sex and what turns us on. I listen to Harry and Ken, but our group don't necessarily follow their particular fetishes. The thing that's most common to all of us is the sexual freedom. Monogamous relationships are far too boring, at times. We need to get over the jealousies and get down to finding out what makes us happy." He looked serious. "I like the honesty part. Far too many people are living their lives, trying please others, rather than themselves. The whole community at Maple Lake seems to be happy, doing whatever they want. I admire the way they thumb their noses at authority and have no guilt, in sexual matters in particular."

"But what about loving relationships?" I looked up. "We can't just ignore our feelings."

"We have to be considerate." Peter agreed. "Nobody's saying that we can't have feelings. It's just that we shouldn't be tied to one particular partner. Relationships evolve as we go though life." He paused. "Look at the divorce rate now. Those people are tied down too. Their only way forward, seems to be to split up. They try other partners and then their previous relationship is lost."

"I see where you're going, but who would we team up with, as it were? What if we find another partner that gives us more satisfaction in bed, for example?" I thought about Sally and Rebecca. "What if you find out that you prefer group sex and I don't?"

"Some of Barbara's family are happily married, but it's more like they are all married together. They all have a free choice about whether they stay together or not. They just don't get together with people that the others in the family don't like. They all WANT to be together and that's what keeps them together."

Peter was making sense and I realised that his adventurous spirit was what drew me to him in the first place. Life with him had always been exciting. I realised that I had already made my decision when I came back to the city. It was more a case of me, understanding what he expected of me. We ate in silence for a while as I took in all the consequences of what Peter was telling me. I wondered if the reality of seeing me with another man might change his mind? What if seeing him with someone else would have a devastating effect on me? I tried to think of what I could say to change his mind. Did I want to? I thought about the excitement I had felt with Jim, out on the water, feeling his naked body next to mine, aware of the mutual raw sexual attraction that we had felt, at the time. I had fantasised about him, even when Peter was making love to me earlier on. I began to speak, almost dreading what Peter might think of me, but unable to contain my thoughts any longer.

"You asked about Jim earlier on?" I began, voice shaking.

"Yes, my love?" Peter was smiling, almost triumphantly.

"He seemed to want me too. There was definitely an attraction there." I blushed. "I would have let him make love to me if you had told me to." I looked at him for a sign of anger or jealousy.

"I thought so!" Peter laughed. "It's just as well I invited him to try out our facilities at the club gym tonight, isn't it?"

"You mean?" I was both relieved and astounded when he nodded.

The thought that Peter appeared to embrace the beliefs of Mistress Barbara no longer bothered me too much. Now that the ground rules were set, I actually began to look forward to the adventures that lay ahead.

THE END OF THIS PART OF THE SERIES. 

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 16



Author's Note: It might be advisable to re-read Erotic Adventures Ch. three, before reading this one. The bulk of the story takes place in a gymnasium that was fully described in that Chapter and, for maximum enjoyment, I believe that the exercise will prove to be beneficial.

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It was incredibly liberating, to be discussing my latest fantasy, over dinner, with Peter. I suspected that Peter had noticed my wanton behaviour with his new friend, even before I caught that last wave back to shore. His obvious approval would have surprised me more if I hadn't read the book, 'Addicted to Attention'. My mind was excited by the prospect of having Jim make love to me, with Peter's approval, devoid of the guilt that would normally follow such an encounter. After all, I would merely be obeying Peter's wishes. I had readily agreed to allow him to control the moral aspect of my personal life, in the way that I always suspected that he wanted to, being totally subordinate and dressing, or not, to please him. 

"I wonder if the evening paper arrived yet?" Peter looked up.

"I'll have a look for you, honey."

I walked to the front window and peeped around the curtain. There, nestling against the bottom step of the front door, sat the rolled up newspaper. Peter was watching me, to test my obedience, I guessed. I already knew what was expected of me.

There was nobody around and it was almost dusk. My heart was thumping as I cautiously opened the door, making sure that I didn't forget to secure the latch. The evening air cooled my naked flesh and there was an creeping sexual tension mounting within my body. I guessed that it was silly to worry about such a brief outing as this, after my nude experiences at the beach. I raced toward the paper, swooped it up and ran back inside to close the door again, flushed with success. My breathing was ragged as I dropped the evening newspaper in front of Peter and looked at the wall clock in the kitchen. 

"Nearly 7 pm already. What time do we have to get going, over to the gym, darling?" I asked, breathlessly

"Normally, not till around 8 pm." He followed my eyes. "God! I'd better get some work done before we go." Peter beamed at me happily, looking at our dishes, pointedly. "Don't forget, just watch yourself with that hot water when you clean up."

"Whatever you say, Master." I giggled. 

Peter laughed and kissed me before going back to his computer room to finish working on his Emails and scan the newspaper.

My trepidation, at the thought of working out in the gym with Peter's band of followers had gone. After my experiences at the free beach, I looked forward to meeting all of them again and discussing the day's events with Kim, in particular. The thought of Jim being there, as well, had preyed on my mind since Peter had intimated that my fantasy encounter might yet come to life. Images from the book I had been reading sprung to mind as I performed my house duties in the nude. I was beginning to enjoy my freedom from clothing almost as much as Peter obviously did. I just hoped that no-one would come to the door.

I nearly dropped the plate that I was drying when I felt the vibrator begin to move within me. Peter had a unique way of calling me now. It reminded me that I was totally his, to command. With some degree of difficulty I finished putting the dishes away. I was orgasmic with carnal anticipation by the time I got back into our bedroom. 

Peter was waiting for me, his intentions plain to see in his smile.

"We've got time, if we're quick." He motioned to the bed. 

Obediently I lay face down while he prepared me for entry. The lively movement of my toy made it hard to stop bucking my hips as waves of pure orgasmic pleasure swept through my nerve endings. Peter seemed to enjoy probing me with his oily fingers, stretching and kneading my anal muscles until they were fully relaxed. Finally he entered me, filling me as never before and awakening my long held fantasy about the exquisite thrill of a double penetration. 

This time I imagined that I was riding Jim vaginally while Peter was taking advantage of my exposed rosebud opening, easily his favourite lovemaking position. The velvet smoothness of our bodies seemed to increase the pleasure that we both felt. He started off slowly and sensually enough but before long he was pounding me from behind while I writhed with the unique pleasure of being so totally filled. The tiny vibrator in my love nest appeared to have an erotic effect on Peter as well. I felt the raw power of his climax pressurise my internal organs as he spilled his seed in short spasms of movement and then held my breasts tightly, stroking my engorged nipples. I moaned in delight, even while he extracted my toy, telling me it was nearly time for us to leave. Peter seemed to have enjoyed my outgoing behaviour and cautioned me to keep it up.

While we showered, Peter told me that he had spent his time with Jim discussing their various professional interests, as well as surfing.

"Katrina and Jim make adult films together, you know." He smiled as my face revealed my surprise. "All their business partners get involved in this, at various times."

"What, doing it for the camera!" I breathed, disbelievingly.

"Beats working as far as Jim's concerned." He nodded. "They only have sex with the people that they know to be healthy, a bit like Barbara's groups. I've invited him back home here, after the meeting at the club gym. Let's just find out a bit more about them from Jim, later on."

The implications of Peter's words were startlingly clear. I nodded.

We dried each other and began to dress in our club uniforms. When the time came to put on my leather bra I found that it chafed the tender skin on the top of my breasts, my shoulders too. Peter noticed my discomfort immediately.

"Don't worry, darling. Just put your dress on instead." Peter indicated my toga. "We probably won't need to wear anything at all tonight anyway." He grinned, winking at me.

As Peter had predicted, all of us had wasted no time in removing our clothing once we were assembled. The strangest part about the process was that I wasn't as shy as before and I eagerly removed my toga and thong, along with the others. I noticed that Kim seemed much more at home with her natural, shaven look as well. I waved her over and she quickly scampered over to my side, admiring the tops of my sun reddened breasts. 

"You must have been outdoors all day, Pam. Looks like I've got a bit of catching up to do." She giggled, infectiously.

It wasn't till we had done our warming up exercises that Jim turned up. By the time he arrived, we were paired off in different areas of the main room. Peter showed Jim around the facilities and introduced him to other members that he hadn't already met at the beach. Between helping each other with our exercises, doing sit-ups and the more humiliating thigh trimming movements, I covered Kim's lower body from Jim's view when he came over. She hated the idea of exposing herself so openly with a strange male visitor in the room. Kim and I talked about the events at Peninsula beach. Firstly, I described our long photographic session at the northern end and then my first attempt at nude surfing amongst a larger crowd of spectators. 

We both noticed the admiring glances from the other ladies when Jim finally disrobed, joining in with the other men's exercises. Kim's eyes kept straying toward Jim while I told her about the tutorial accident where Jim and I touched, in the water.

"He could touch my body with that anytime he liked." Kim smiled seductively. "Quite a body, he's got there. I see you must have made Peter jealous." Kim nudged me, indicating Peter's newly shaven look. The hour long session flew and soon we were all ready to clean up and go home. In the showers, Sally reminded me that we only had a short afternoon session at Harry's studio the next day. 

"We might pop in and pick you up on the way." She promised. Linking arms with Rebecca and farewelling us all, she left, along with several others including my friend Kim and her partner, Colin. 

It seemed to take forever before just the three of us were left to lock up. I was having a lot of mixed feeling about the night ahead of me. By now it appeared obvious that Jim and Peter had been discussing a lot more than their shared interest in fitness matters or even the closely related professional lives that they both led. I could feel Jim's eyes following my every movement, as if assessing my potential as a sex partner. Despite my excitement, I was uncomfortable about being scrutinised in this way so I reached for my toga, embarrassed and still uncertain about what arrangements the men might have made. Peter finally spoke, before I had a chance to put it on.

"How would you like a massage, first, darling?" He looked at Jim. "Jim is something of an expert in therapeutic massage, as well as me. We could both work on your body together?"

By now, I had no doubt about their intentions. I blushed deeply and nodded, relieved that the opening move was over. All I had to do was obey Peter's commands, as I had already agreed.

"You remember that first night we made love in here?" Peter put his arm over my shoulder. "There was one room that you didn't see."

"It was locked." I acknowledged.

The door had been locked and while we had taken advantage of the rest of the gym facilities that night. Peter had steered me straight into the club's injury room to begin our marathon night of lovemaking and I had abandoned my investigations at that point. 

"That was my other stockroom. I just wanted to show Jim our new range of bondage gear."

I was tensed up with anticipation as I turned and smiled at Jim, too afraid to speak, still not knowing for sure what to say, as Peter sorted out his keys. Details of our arrangement came flooding back as I contemplated the night ahead. I could sense that the gap between our fantasies and stark reality was about to close. Jim started to guide me toward the door that Peter opened. I gasped and recoiled as the unfamiliar touch of Jim's hand on my naked bottom invoked the certainty that we might soon be making love.

"Perhaps I'll leave you to look at his stockroom together." 

I inched away from Jim, feeling the blood rush to my head and shaking like a leaf. I was a bundle of nerves, uncertain about how he and Peter expected me to react to his intimate touch. It had been a lot different out on our surfboards.

Peter seemed to notice my embarrassment and came to the rescue. His reaction pacified me as he motioned to Jim to go into his stock room. 

"You go into the massage room and get up on the table, Pam. We'll be with you in a minute. Just get comfortable" He suggested.

I looked inside the massage room and shakily nestled my body into the soft leather topped table, face down. I could hear the muffled voices next door as Peter talked to my fantasy man. By now I was reconciling myself to whatever lay ahead. I parted my legs slightly, still unsure about how I should present myself. The voices soon became clearer and I knew that I didn't have long to wait. I was plagued with insecurity about it might feel to be used, like a sex object, by a comparative stranger in front of Peter.

"I think it's time you two got to know one and other. Just try to relax, darling." Peter called out. "Jim will be gentle."

Jim approached the massage table, alone, rubbing oil into his hands. 

"Just let yourself go and enjoy this, Pam. It's alright." He soothed as he began behind me, kneading the soles of my upturned feet before working his way up my leg. Peter then started on my shoulders, looking into my upturned face with a calm, reassuring expression as his fingers rubbed the tenseness out of my body. My eyes betrayed my bewilderment when Jim eased my legs further apart and began to work on my inner thighs with short, progressively upward movements. His fingers were stopping just short of my shaven love nest, sending shivers of delight through my spine. Subconsciously, I knew that he would soon be probing the inner cheeks of my bottom and into the more private areas that were normally reserved for my lover. I opened my mouth to speak, but was silenced by the light brush of Peter's oily fingers across my lips.

"Just let it happen, my darling." He soothed, smiling at me.

I returned his smile and raised my hips to allow Jim's fingers to caress my labial lips. I was too excited to protest when Jim trickled more oil in between the opened cheeks of my bottom, knowing what was about to happen next. Instinctively, I relaxed my sphincter muscles to allow his probing finger to push past my tight rosebud opening and allow him to lubricate my anal passage. With this intimate contact in progress, I began to moan with delight. Whenever his thumb brushed my engorged clitoris, my hips began to buck and push back at the inward pressure he was applying. Similar to my fantasy out on the surfboard, I was totally out of self control. I orgasmed unashamedly and my body convulsed with delight as Jim continued to probe my anal passage. Encouraged by my reactions, I could see that Peter was as excited as I had ever seen him. His glistening erection pulsated and it was all I could do to prevent myself from reaching out for his manhood. 

"Please?" I gasped. "I want both of you now."

I urgently wanted Peter inside me so that his seed wasn't wasted. 

Wordlessly, both men guided me to the floor where Peter prepared me to mount Jim in the female superior position. I tried to avoid his eyes as I approached. Crouching above him was the hardest part for me. He could easily see how eager I was, hovering hungrily above his waiting erection. I guided his engorged penis toward my entrance with my hand whilst closing my eyes to avoid meeting his. 

My well lubricated love tunnel had no difficulty in swallowing all of the thick penis that was presented at my entrance. The lively warmth of his pulsating member made me groan with ecstasy until I finally came to rest on his hips, fully impaled. 

I felt Peters hands press on the back of my shoulders and knew that he wanted to make my forbidden fantasy come to life. Laying perfectly still, Jim tongued my nipples as Peter pushed me forward so that he had full access to my bottom. He patiently slid the head of his wet, throbbing member down between my inner cheeks, filling me with some electrifying doubt that I would be able to accommodate both men at once. This sensation was so different to our recent practice session at home. Jims wider and longer penis stretched the walls of my vagina in a way that the remote toy never had. I thought Peter was going to tear me in two as he sought to gain entry, gentle though he was. When he pressed the head of his penis into the tiny entrance I bit my lip to prevent me from vocalising the pain I felt. Determined, as I was, to experience the joys that Barbara described in her book, I urged my lover to carry on. I felt the head squeeze past the muscles and then stretch my colon as he overcame my natural resistance, Peter finally came to rest with his smooth inner hips resting against the inflamed cheeks of my bottom. The sensation was well worth the pain. Intimate closeness of the two men and the constant throbbing inside me gave me a powerful feeling of accomplishment. 

I was grateful that Peter didn't begin to stroke immediately. My own breathing was laboured and I fought for breath, feeling the air being squeezed out of my lungs. By taking shorter, sharper breaths I was finally able to feel what I realised that Barbara had been describing in her book. I thought that I was stretched to the limit but knowing that I had to make the first move, I gently urged Peter to move with me and rubbed my oily body forward and back, just slightly at first. I gazed into Jim's rugged face as I practiced clenching my muscles around his shaft and was rewarded with a satisfied smile as we all finally coordinated our movements. Any embarrassment or pain was gone by the time Peter's movements became more frenzied and I sensed the first rush of his orgasm. There were squelching noises caused by my multiple orgasms which had made me so wet. Jim was groaning with ecstasy and the scent of sex was heavy in the air when he gripped me tightly and exploded his seed deep within my womb. I collapsed on top of Jim and we all gasped for normal breath together. We lay there, in a heap, radiating in the warmth of our entwined bodies until all our breathing became more regular. It was an experience that would be certain to live in my mind for a long time. Knowing that Peter had skillfully arranged the whole episode made me a lot more indebted to him than ever. I was glad to have been able to be so honest about my sexual fantasies. 

To be continued tomorrow...

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 17



I had to admit that my initial experience of multiple sex, with two attractive men, had been satisfying beyond my wildest dreams. Both men caressed me, as we extracted ourselves, filling me with an emotionally disturbing sense of belonging to both of them. Rather than feeling used, I was in awe of Peter's calm acceptance of another man's arms around me but I was still no less at ease with what I had done. Dumbstruck, I didn't know whether to thank Jim or apologise for my aggressive sexual behaviour. 

"I hope that I lived up to your expectations." Jim grinned as he held my blushing face toward his. He kissed me and I responded in kind, unable to reply in any other way. I still had some difficulty accepting the emotional turmoil of surrendering my body to someone that I had barely met in spite of the desire I had felt, earlier. I found it difficult to find appropriate words to reply. I turned my head toward Peter who then hugged me from behind while he broke the awkward silence.

"I think Pam might be a bit overwhelmed at the moment, Jim. We should all be able to use the en suite facilities to clean ourselves up."

Once my initial embarrassment was over and we were showering together the talk turned to Jim's unusual occupation. He seemed to understand my emotional feelings, telling us that he and Katrina had an open relationship with the others at his studio, allaying a few of my concerns.

"It's like acting in a play, but a lot more fun." He joked. "We all just enjoy ourselves and there are no cameras in the studio room. There's a huge bed and the room is decorated just like an ordinary apartment." He grinned ruefully, rubbing his bottom. "It's so much better than having a threesome on the floor." There was a round of embarrassed laughter and Jim continued to describe his unusual job.

"You simply get used to each other, much as we're doing tonight." He explained blandly. "It makes you more familiar with the full range of sexual fetishes. We all have them!" He gave me a knowing grin. "It keeps our lives interesting. Don't be too shy about it, Pam."

"I am trying, Jim."

I could feel my face burning, not so much from the sun but my acute embarrassment. It was like he understood the deep moral conflicts that were racing through my mind and was trying to help me overcome them.

As soon as the men had finished their shower and Peter handed Jim a fresh towel. I excused myself to use the toilet, hoping the men would give me a few private moments. They seemed to understand my dilemma and moved into the room next door to finish drying off. I discretely douched myself and went to the toilet to expel the remains of our earlier lovemaking while the men carried on talking in the massage room. I quickly freshened up, wondering what else Peter had in mind for the evening ahead.

By the time I rejoined them it was obvious that Peter had already expressed an interest in meeting the other partners of AMKO films and touring the studio facilities. Jim was arranging a visit and when he saw me, asked both of us if we had any other special interests that we wished to explore within a larger group. I blushed.

"Look! I've never contemplated having sex with two men at once before tonight, let alone making explicit adult movies."

Too late! I realised what I had said. I had only guessed that Peter might have mentioned the possibility of us having sex in front of the camera. Jim's knowing smile confirmed my worst fears. He was probably convinced that I wanted to become a movie star. I looked toward Peter to gauge his reaction to my outburst. His wry smile and relaxed attitude gave me the incentive to ask my next question. 

"How did you get involved in making sex movies, Jim?"

"It's a long story. Next time you come over, you'll have to ask Katrina. She organised all the equipment and talked me into appearing in their first production. It's not as bad as you might think, you know." He looked me over, thoughtfully, changing the subject of movie making unexpectedly. "Have you ever thought about getting involved in body-building? You've got the right physique for it, Pam."

"In what way?" I prompted.

My curiosity was now aroused and besides, I was happy to change the awkward subject of making movies and stall a discussion about Peter's obsession with public sex.

"Your bone structure is perfect and you're already well muscled and physically proportioned, Pam. You are only need a small amount of toning up to be competitive." He turned to Peter. "May I make up a list of exercises for Pamela to try?"

"That might be interesting, Eh Pam?" Peter hugged me, warmly.

Peter readily agreed to help me with my training. I suspected that this new idea appealed to him enormously. I realised that it appeared likely that the intimate friendship with Jim, begun tonight, was set to flourish and became concerned about my feminine looks.

"I don't want to end up looking like a man." I began. "I won't be---"

Peter reacted immediately pressing his fingers firmly on my mouth and interrupting my objections. His eyes conveyed a contained warning.

"I thought we had an agreement, Pam." He reminded me.

There was an embarrassing silence which Jim helped to ease as he jokingly restored my confidence.

"You saw my sister, Annie at the beach?" Jim laughed. "She won the last competition at the champs." 

"Does she work out with you too?" I gasped, just stopping short of asking if she did the sex movies too, although I had already begun to suspect the she might.

"At our own private gym at the studio." He confirmed. "I used to go out to a public gymnasium, but now we have our own facilities."

I remembered Annie alright. Her lithe tanned form was the essence of feminine beauty. I had admired the way her subdued muscle tone served to enhance her perfect figure. I understood what she had meant about being used to showing off her body. I admired the unselfconscious way she had presented herself when I first met her. Her smooth, bronzed naked form and her outgoing personality had reminded me so much of Sally.

"You'll see them tomorrow night." Peter smiled, grimly. "We'll be going over there after dinner. Meanwhile, Jim's agreed to spend the night with us. I'd like you to wear this on the way home, nothing else!" He handed me a BDSM collar, obviously from the stockroom that he had kept hidden from me when he ordered me into the massage room. It was plain leather with brass rings treble sewn in on two places. "Just this! But--" I gasped.

"It'll help to remind you that I'm still in charge." Peter interrupted my protest, indicating his annoyance.

Excited by the fact that Jim was staying the night I blushed brightly but allowed Jim hold up my hair while Peter adjusted the slave collar around my neck, shaking with tension and shame. I was actually more embarrassed by the thought of going home with no clothing on, now it seemed obvious that Peter had already informed Jim about our unusual Master/slave agreement. Despite my humiliation I realised that this was what I really wanted all along, to be taken control of in this way and ordered to express my sexuality. I smiled bravely once the collar was in place, somehow less ashamed of myself.

"Thank you Master." I said meekly.

"That's better." Peter looked at the clock. "Let's get going?" 

He picked up my discarded clothing. "We'll clean up the gym tomorrow morning, sometime. We'll just go home for now, darling."

I watched as the men dressed for the journey home saying little about their plans. Keeping me guessing seemed to please both the men and we locked the door and walked through the empty stadium corridors, back to the outside, together. My nipples sprang to attention as soon as I felt the night chill on my skin and I walked between the men, hoping the area was as deserted as it looked. My knees felt weak as we made the agonising journey across the front of the deserted grandstand toward the parking area. Jim ushered me into our car, holding the door open and patting my bottom affectionately. This time I allowed his fingers to linger a lot longer, enjoying the sensual, intimate contact on my quivering flesh. 

"I'll follow you guys, if you like?" Jim hesitated at the door.

"Your car will be safe enough here, if you want to come with us." Peter invited him. "Pam won't mind, I'm sure."

Jim excused himself to lock up his car so I moved closer to Peter as he fumbled with his ignition keys, smiling at my nervousness.

"Please be gentle, Master?" I pleaded with Peter. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier on. I'm just not used to this, I guess."

"Don't worry, darling. Just trust me." He whispered, reassuring me with a gentle kiss. "Jim knows that we're interested in a bit of mild discipline. You're supposed to be obedient. Just do what I tell you and don't me answer back, so much. I'll do my best to make sure that you enjoy the evening ahead."

I felt a thrill that I hadn't known before as Jim slid into the seat next to me. Although we had already been intimate, something like a jolt of electricity ran though me when his body touched mine. In the close confines of the car it was impossible to avoid reviving a few of the same feelings that I had for him when we all made love on the floor of the massage room, together. I sat as still as I could with my hands on my lap to make more room, shoulders hunched forward. I remained in silence and listened as the men chatted. The tingling inside me, as we prepared to make the journey home, magnified the delicious anticipation that I felt. I realised that I would probably be making love with both of them again, quite soon. 

Jim's hand strayed to the inside of my leg and upward. I didn't resist as his arm grazed my erect nipple. I just smiled shyly at him, aware that Peter was certainly able to see what was happening to me. As vulnerable as it made me feel, whenever we passed under a street light, I began to enjoy myself. It was like one of my old fantasies and I felt myself getting juicier by the minute while Jim teased my slippery vaginal lips, almost to the point of orgasm. I closed my eyes and sighed as my body began to tremble.

"Are you OK with all this?" Jim whispered." 

I nodded and smiled, hoping that he didn't think too badly of me but I was almost beyond caring by the time we got home. The scent of my juices and the subtle shivering of my body kept Peter aware of the orgasmic effect that Jim was having on me.

We pulled into our driveway and I looked at Peter with questioning eyes. He smiled at me, understandingly.

"Wait here and I'll open the front door for you, Babe. Jim can come in with me and you can lock the car up and join us when you're ready. Don't be too long though!" He warned.

The interior light came on and I hunched over while the men got out. I realised that there was nobody around at that time of the night but it was an automatic reaction. Peter just chuckled as he shut the door again, leaving me to bring in my clothing and lock up the car. I sat there for a few minutes wiping my seat with my discarded toga until I saw the light flicker on in the sitting room. Finally, I wiped myself clean and steeled myself to make a run for it. 

I locked the car up and ran inside, closing it in one quick motion with the heel of my foot. Peter was waiting for me at the open ranch-slider door alone. I heard splashing out by the pool and I realised that Jim was outside. I paled as I noticed the remote hanging around Peter's chest and saw the vibrator toy in his hand.

"What do you want me to do?" I faltered.

"Go into the bedroom and tidy yourself up and put this in it's proper place." He grinned. "I want you to have a good cleanout, while you're at it, or would you rather Jim or I do it for you?"

"No Master, I can do it." I said quickly.

I knew better than to argue by now. I grabbed the toy and went to the bathroom, the butterflies on the move inside my stomach. I was wanted to clean myself out properly, earlier on, but had compromised with a quick douche instead. I soaked my dress in the hand basin firstly, before opening the cupboard. Peter and I had been used to giving each other enemas quite regularly, even before we started to enjoy anal sex, together. We enjoyed the trust and intimacy involved, but to do it with a stranger watching? I shuddered at the thought. 

Our enema kit was in it's usual place. With shaking hands, I filled the bag up with warm solution. It had been a routine that we had both become accustomed to and I quickly had it ready to work. Lifting my leg, I tenderly inserted the nozzle end, fervently hoping that Peter wasn't going to send Jim in anyway, on the pretext of getting a dry towel or something. I wouldn't put it past him.

I couldn't deny the excitement I felt as my bowels flooded with warm liquid. I kept a watchful eye on the door, listening cautiously for any footsteps approaching. With my exposed position on the toilet seat it would have been humiliating to be discovered that way. As usual, I had the most intense sexual feelings during the process and my clit was soon fully erect. I rubbed my lower belly as the solution drained into my colon, caressing my engorged labia at the end of each stroke. My stomach felt tight and bloated as I reached capacity and I turned the valve off. I carefully eased the nozzle out and rinsed it off, holding my legs tightly together and fighting the natural urge to vacate my bowels. The urgent sensations within my pelvic area were overwhelming me by the time I put the kit away. I gratefully squatted and evacuated the liquid into the toilet first and then cleaned up my body under the shower. The urgency of my mission prevented me from enjoying the invigorating spray as much as I normally did, but I felt totally refreshed afterward. I towelled myself dry taking care not to aggravate the soreness of my erect nipples or the redness on top of my breasts. The pleasant sensation of readiness for intimacy with my two lovers was only marred by the knowledge that I would soon be subjected to unknown whims of an additional partner. What sort of odd fetishes did Jim enjoy? I had a feeling that I was certain to find out, before the night ahead was over. 

Looking at myself in the mirror, before I inserted my toy, I decided to lubricate my rosebud as well. I massaged the gel liberally around my sphincter muscles and prepared for a repeat of the experience at the gym. The plain leather collar helped to remind me that I owed Peter total obedience. Lastly, the vibrator toy. If my beloved wished to demonstrate his control with this device, in front of his new friend, I resolved not to disappoint him. I might even enjoy it. The toy slipped inside my love canal easily and I was finally ready. 

The uncertainty of the situation drove me to take more time in making myself presentable. I sat in front of the mirror adjusting my makeup and my hair. I dabbed some perfume at the top of my legs, between my breasts and under my collar. My body was tense with expectation as I took a final look at the bedroom to make sure it was immaculate. It seemed ridiculous to worry about tidiness but it helped to keep my fertile mind occupied while I prepared to go back out to the living room. 

I could faintly hear the sound of the two men talking in the dining room area and sensed that they were waiting for me. Peter's office door was open and computer was on. I guessed they had been looking through Peter's stock and I was grateful that Peter hadn't called me into the lounge already, in his usual way. I walked on, toward their voices, as confidently as I could with the small penis shaped object nestled securely inside me. I peeked around the corner and when both men came into view, I hesitantly spoke.

"I-I've done what you told me to, Master." I stammered, slowly emerging into their view.

Jim looked around and whistled under his breath, gazing at me as if for the first time and taking in the full measure of my body in the well lit room. It was difficult to look him in the eye, knowing that my body was pre-orgasmic with nervous anticipation and my nipples were so noticeably erect. I averted my eyes and looked toward Peter, taking in the packages on the table for the first time.

"Would you like to have a look at the accessories that Jim and I have selected for you?"

"Accessories?" I repeated, halting abruptly.

"I'll let Jim try them on you while I make us all a fresh cup of tea." Peter jumped up and pulled a chair out for me. "Sit down here and have a look at them first, Pam."

Peter placed the chair out from the table, opposite Jim and easily within arms length of our visitor as he waited for me. Jim's twinkling eyes beckoned me over.

"You look ravishing, Pam. Don't worry! I don't bite, you know?" 

I could see the gleam of approval in Jim's eyes as I moved hesitantly toward him. He reached over and patted the seat. There was no relief in sight from Peter, either. 

"Just sit on the edge of the chair, sweetheart." He grinned wickedly. "You know! Kent's favourite submissive position, if you will. Don't let me down, again!" He touched the remote control on his chest, threateningly. 

To Be Continued Tomorrow...

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 18



I quickly sat down, before Peter made good with his threat. Blushing, I slowly spread my legs, shifting my hips as far forward as I dared. 

"Further forward, Pam." He snapped.

I edged my bottom forward until I was totally exposed to Jim's view and certainly well within his reach. Looking directly into his face, I could see his eyes drift all over me and watch as his unadorned manhood reacted to Peter's brazen display of my genitalia. 

"Like this, Master?" Shakily, I found my voice.

I suddenly turned to gaze into Peter's eyes, unable to look at our guest any longer. It was as if Peter was inviting Jim to continue the erotic fondling that he had begun in our car. Whilst Jim had already explored my body earlier on, in the darkness of the car, it had been relatively discrete. Although I acknowledged my consent at the time, when prompted, I found this new situation far more humiliating. I was keenly aware that the sensor portion of my sex toy would now be clearly in his view. My lips felt puffy and swollen and I didn't dare look, but I sensed that my clitoris would be fully erect and visibly wet. My eyes searched Peter's for a sign of weakness but I saw none. He just smiled.

"Perfect for what we have in mind." The wolf in Peter grinned.

To my horror he shook his head, removing the cord from around his neck in one quick motion, placing the remote on the table. "It's there, if you need it, Jim." He turned dismissively away, toward the kitchen. 

Once Peter was gone from sight, I could no longer avoid Jim's eyes. Perched uncomfortably on the edge of the chair, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Jim reach out for something on the table. My eyes nervously followed his hand, to see if he was going to reach for the remote control device that he had been invited to use. In my current circumstances, I was hoping that he wouldn't.

"I'd like to try these items out on you Pamela." Jim chuckled. 

He seized on a small package and opened it. I scanned the range for the first time, noticing the wrist and ankle cuffs and widening my eyes at the sight. Surely they didn't intend to use those on me? My imagination turned to the BDSM photos in Peter's computer room. 

"Thank goodness you guys couldn't find any whips or paddles." I muttered.

"They were just put there as an added incentive for you to obey Peter's instructions, I guess." Jim laughed lightly as he explained. "You don't mind do you?" 

I smiled and shook my head. Jim was looking directly at me, holding a rubber tipped clamp, cupping my breast toward him in a manner that left me in no doubt of his intentions.

"It's just a decoration."

"Alright then. Go ahead!"

I winced as Jim attached a clamp to my left nipple. Despite the early pain, I felt an strange surge of sexual pleasure as the tension of the connecting chain tugged toward my right breast as he clamped the other nipple. My vaginal muscles contracted automatically on the toy penis inside me and I shivered with rapidly mounting desire. I wanted him to take out my toy and replace it with the real thing. Sitting in my current position, exposed before his eyes, watching his penis grow steadily had made me bolder. Surely the reason Peter had left me this way was to tempt him. Our eyes met and my decision was made for me.

I gasped as he reached over and kissed me, passionately this time. He squeezed my breasts against his smooth chest and placed his free hand between my legs. His wandering finger found my erect clit at the same time, producing a fresh need to feel him inside of me. I reached out in search for his manhood, grasping at his moistened and quivering shaft with both hands. I began to buck my hips against his hand as I stroked his penis.

"Please, Jim? I want you inside me." I whispered breathlessly.

All reason had gone and I no longer cared where we were. Jim looked stunned when I dropped to my knees and tenderly encircled his turgid manhood with my tongue. I looked him directly in his eyes for some sign of acceptance as I teased his pulsating member and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. He was rapidly responding to my sensual oral attentions, groaning with satisfaction. In a few short minutes I had changed into what both men obviously wanted me to be, a raging nymphomaniac. I opened my mouth wider and took as much of his penis inside my mouth as I could, tracing my lips lovingly back over the smooth texture of his erect love tool. Jim gripped my head and tried to moderate my lust before he ejaculated.

"I see that Pam's starting to behave herself with you, now."

My eyed darted to my left and I saw Peter coming back out of our kitchen with a tray of refreshments. I recoiled from Jim's glistening shaft and looked up at him, flushed with guilt at allowing myself to get so carried away in his absence. I noticed his thinly veiled smile as he put the tray down on the table. It was comforting to conclude that he approved of my actions so I relaxed and smiled back at him, gratefully. It was obvious that Peter had been turned on by the scene he had witnessed. 

"Good girl! I see you've already tried on the nipple clamps." He knelt beside me, giving the chain a slight tug before reaching up to the table. "We've never tried out these self lubricating anal beads, Pam?" He held up a bubble pack with clear circular objects inside the wrapper, strung together with cord. 

"I already used some--"

"No arguments, please!" Peter interrupted. "We'll sit down and enjoy our tea together and let's remember who's in charge, shall we?"

I struggled to my feet and tried to concentrate on how I was expected please both of the men as I sipped at my tea. I remained silent and subdued while the men discussed the evening ahead. Peter ignored my frantic eye signals when he mentioned the possibility of Jim having anal sex with me this time. Looking at Jim's bulging erection earlier on, I half expected that he might damage my internal organs with his larger sexual equipment. It took all effort not to interrupt him and suggest that we just have sex in the same way as we had at the gym. 

I drained my cup and looked Peter in the eye, silently pleading for moderation to his plans. He merely smiled and handed the beads over to Jim.

"I take it that you've used these before?"

At this point I knew that he was going to allow Jim to insert those huge beads into my bottom, despite any further protestation that I might make, but I had to try. 

"I mightn't be able to--" My voice was shaking with fear.

"Move over to the couch and bend over it." Peter interrupted, while Jim was opening the bubble pack in his hand. "I'll insert the first one this time, if you like?" He laughed. "They are designed to relax your muscles. Just trust me!"

Jim helped me to my feet and I obeyed Peters instructions without a further word of protest. Spreading my feet, I leaned over the back of the couch and closed my eyes. Jim followed right behind me. He began to stroke lightly along my inner thighs with his finger tips, moving steadily upward and making my body shiver with anticipation. The tug of the chain distended my nipples each time my body shivered. This motion seemed to increase the erotic sensations that were happening within my loins. I began to respond to his magical touch, encouraging Jim to continue upward until Peter came alongside me. 

"Come on? Open up, Pam." He whispered.

Haltingly, I reached behind me and opened the cheeks of my bottom with both hands. As relaxed as Jim had tried to make me, I tensed slightly as Peter eased the first bead beyond my sphincter muscle. It slipped easily through, although it must have been least an inch in diameter. 

"This lubricant has a special muscle relaxant formula." Peter explained to Jim. "I'll leave the next one to you."

Jim took over and pushed the next one through. It seemed slightly larger than the first but it slipped through without too much effort. I found myself wondering how many of these beads I was expected to take into my rectum. My muscles started twitching and clasping, and I orgasmed involuntarily, as Peter took over and gently forced the next two through. 

"Just hold them in place sweetheart." Peter advised "You'll be feeling the effects shortly."

I began to feel an uncomfortably urgent need to expel those slippery beads as soon as I could. I was doing my best to hold them in but I couldn't help the natural muscular contractions. I took short sharp breaths to ease the urge to defecate as much as I could but trying to hold back was starting to become painful.

"Please no!" I squealed as Jim took over and forced another one in. "Just take them out. I can't take any more." I was out of breath.

"Five! That should do for now!" Peter agreed.

I felt the remaining beads brush between the back of my legs when Jim let them go and stood up. I kept trying not to let the beads go when I stood up and turned toward Jim. I could feel the lubrication taking effect as I moved toward him. I noticed that Jim's penis was as hard as a rock, from watching my struggle to control the urge to vacate my bowels. I was almost sobbing with indignation and I tensed as Jim reached over and lifted me over his shoulders. 

"I think she might be ready by now." He chuckled, patting my tortured bottom.

"I was telling Jim about our little experiment earlier on." Peter explained with a grin. "Jim really wants to experience the same sensation."

"You wanted me inside you, before?" Jim reminded me. "I'll take the beads out but--" He pointed to his raging erection. "I want you to ask me to put Jim Jnr. in your backside, this time." 

I was shocked, partly because Peter had informed Jim all about our private bedroom behaviour but mostly because it appeared that Jim wanted me to beg him to perform anal sex on me. I glanced at Peter with a look of surprise on my face.

"Do it Pam!" He held up his remote control with a smile.

The vibrator started without warning and I squirmed uncomfortably for a moment as the contractions became unbearable. I bent right over the chair to allow Jim remove the beads, no longer concerned about false modesty.

"Take them out then?" I shuddered as a fresh wave of orgasmic delight took hold of my body. I shuddered as he tugged lightly and one bead slipped out.

"And?"

"I want you to put your penis in there instead." I sobbed. 

"Where exactly, Pam?"

"In my ass.---I want you to fuck my arse. There! I've asked you. Please? I can't hold them any more." I wailed.

It was embarrassing to have to ask for anal sex this way but at least Jim responded quickly. One by one, they slid out until I barely felt the last one leave my body. I could only imagine to what extent the exercise had stretched my opening. It felt as though I had been raped by an elephant. Jim gave me time to catch my breath before he pressed the head of his penis beside my recently vacated rosebud. 

"You ready for this, now?" Jim sounded excited.

"I think so. Be gentle?" I pleaded.

I could feel the throbbing of his penis as he manoeuvred for the best position and gripped my hips more tightly. I relaxed and spread my legs a little wider, now able to watch Peter as he was taking out his digital camera.

"Darling?" I squealed as Jim pushed past my muscle, but by this time I barely felt the pain that I would have expected. "What are you doing?" I gasped as the air rushed out of my lungs.

"I'll join you in a minute." He grinned.

I understood now. The men had the whole evening planned. I was quite surprised at the ease with which Jim pressed himself fully inside me. I would never have believed that I was capable of taking all of him this way. I was so involved with the sensation of enjoying this new throbbing intrusion that I moved in time with Jim, disregarding the multitude of photos that Peter was taking. Jim was a bit rougher than I was used to but I was quickly transported back toward my forbidden fantasy world. I soon started screaming with delight and pushing back at Jim as he gripped my hips and drove his member deeper inside me. I was starting to breathe more quickly, on the threshold of a major orgasm, when Jim suddenly paused. He spoke to Peter amidst heaving, ragged breathing.

"It feels great, but can you turn her toy off now. I can't last all that much longer." He gasped. "It's making me want to cum, much too quickly."

I began to move sensuously against Jim, making my desire to continue as plain to both men as I could possibly make it.

"Christ! Keep going, Jim?" I pleaded. "I don't mind."

Peter thought for a moment and put his camera down on the table.

"Go ahead! I think Pam likes it left on, while she has sex this way. I'll just turn the speed down."

Jim chuckled and, unexpectedly, he disconnected my nipple clamps.

"Here!" 

He tossed the set over to Peter and began to stroke in time with me again.

"She's quite a little tiger, this one." He rolled my nipples in his fingers to restore the circulation and I sensed his concern about my welfare. Truthfully, I had forgotten that the clamp set had still been attached to my nipples before that moment. I beckoned Peter over to me, in an attempt to signal my desire to have him closer to me.

When he placed his erection close to my head I had no hesitation in taking it into my mouth, greedily rolling my tongue around the head of his penis. We often gave one and other oral sex as a prelude to love-making but this time I took to the task with a lot more relish than I normally did. I swallowed his shaft as far as I could and taking care not to hurt him in any way, I took care of his needs in the only way possible.

With the added stimulation of Peter's throbbing member in my mouth I was gratified that Peter left our vibrator going at the slow speed. This allowed me to enjoy the experience with Jim at a more moderate pace than before. Peter was the first to ejaculate and I swallowed every drop, albeit with some difficulty. Once Peter had shifted away Jim continued to stimulate my anal nerves at a faster pace. At the same time Peter's toy was working it's magic on my vaginal walls. The sounds of our frantic lovemaking soon filled the room and I orgasmed almost continuously, totally losing control of myself. 

It wasn't too long before Jim's body stiffened against me and he let out a sharp gasp. His penis seemed to swell inside me and suddenly it felt like it was bursting. I squealed with joy and ecstasy each time the warmth of his love seed rushed through my bowels, closing my eyes, oblivious to my surroundings. Whilst Jim had been ejaculating, I was too absorbed with the act to be aware of Peter's reaction at first. When I calmed down, The first thing I noticed was the quiet admiration in his eyes and I was overwhelmed with pride and happiness in that he showed no sign of jealousy. 

Peter had introduced me to the joys of being able to have sex with others, free of emotional ties. I made up my mind that I would no longer attempt to limit his fantasies, no matter what they were. In unselfishly allowing another man to satisfy my desires, as he had, I felt that I could always be honest with Peter from now on, reassured that he would think no less of me. I was more convinced than ever before that he truly loved me. I threw my arms around him and kissed him warmly as soon as I was able.

"Lets go and have a shower and then I'd like to go for a swim. I'd like to freshen up before we all go to bed if that's alright with you?" I cajoled Peter. 

He nodded and kissed me with renewed vigour.

"Thank you, darling." I added, in a whisper.

Turning back to Jim, I gave him a look of appreciation. The sex part had been wonderful but I wanted to leave Jim in no doubt that my heart belonged to my husband. 

"Katrina's a lucky lady. I'm dying to meet her, tomorrow night. By the way, you were just great!" I smiled confidently.

"Think you can handle performing in front of the camera now?" Jim chuckled softly. "You won't even know they're there."

I looked at Peter for direction. His smile told me the answer that I was expected to give. It was like he had Jim had explained to us, at the gym, just a matter of getting used to one and other. I now sensed that it might give us both further opportunity to explore the our range our fantasies in a safe, controlled way. 

"I'll look forward to it." I giggled. "Sure!" My shyness with Jim was over. I was in a more jubilant mood now, more than ready to do whatever Peter wanted me to, in the future. 

THE END. [For this month] 

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September was a harrowing month for all of us. I'll try to do better in October. I hope to have more submissions ready for November. "Keep those cards and letters rolling in folks." [Apologies to Dean Martin] 

Voting? Well! What can I say? 

Barbara Anne Adams. N.Z.G.S.K. 



Erotic Adventures Ch. 19



Once we moved into the bathroom, Peter and I both decided to abandon the thinly disguised charade that I had been reluctantly following orders. It seemed pointless to pretend any longer. Peter confessed to Jim that we practised a bit of BDSM role playing from time to time and I shyly confirmed his story.

"Pam used to be too embarrassed to admit that she wanted to live out a few of her sexual fantasies in real life."

"We do that all the time at the studio. It seems to sell movies fairly well." Jim laughed. "Katrina still enjoys a challenge."

He was referring to her abduction experience that he had told us about, earlier on.

"It was hard for me to let go at first." I agreed. "I found it simpler to just make believe that I had no choice in the matter."

The slave collar was removed, along with my vibrator toy, in the main bathroom, prior to cleaning ourselves up. A more candid relationship had begun. One that all of us were keen to continue for the rest of the evening. We were all intimate friends together now. Retiring to the bedroom after the three of us had showered, swum and frolicked around in the pool, this time I took the initiative. I wasn't ready to go to sleep, quite yet.

* * * * *

I teased him orally until he was fully erect. Releasing my lips from his quivering shaft with an apologetic smile, I then offered him my body. Not unlike the time at the Gym when I had coaxed Peter to enter me anally, I positioned myself with my cheeks opened wide. Behaving wantonly, like the little slut that Peter expected me to be, but not with him this time, I kneeled over the bed and waited impatiently.

"Come on! What are you waiting for? I want you inside me." I panted. My young Amazon was certainly aware, by now, that I was far from unhappy to be coupling with him again. Jim responded even more quickly than I had hoped for. He lubricated my rosebud, only with his index finger before attempting to press his engorged member inside my back passage for the second time that night. Without the preparation from the anal beads, I found it harder to relax my sphincter muscles sufficiently but I was determined not to cry out. I winced and held my breath as the bulbous head of his penis gradually opened me up but I bravely gritted my teeth until he was finally inside me.

I couldn't get enough of him. His huge penis was stretching my anal passage painfully, yet at the same time, I become wetter and more slippery from the clitoral orgasms I experienced with each successive stoke. I writhed in the heavenly ecstasy of pain and pleasure as I reached back to fondle my smoothly shaven mound. I wetted my fingers with my own juices as I traced them though my vaginal lips, then into my empty love nest. Probing deeply, I could feel a throbbing penis as it moved behind my vaginal wall, electrifying every nerve. I grew far more confident in myself, now shamelessly willing him to continue as he started to stroke me faster and deeper.

"That's it Jim! Fuck me harder! I love it!" I moaned. It's so great when you fuck my arse this way. Don't stop! I begged.

I remembered that Jim liked me to talk dirty to him. I guess he was used to that, in his chosen profession. My words served to make him even more enthusiastic. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow while Jim plumbed the depths of my bowels. Peter watched us with a bemused smile on his face, leaving me in little doubt that he wholeheartedly approved of my actions. I could feel the head of the penis inside me begin to swell. I sensed that Jim's climax was imminent now.

"Keep going!" I breathed in ragged bursts. "Don't pull it out, Jim!" I was almost incoherent with passion. "Fill me full of cum!"

On the edge of yet another rapidly approaching climax, I shuddered in pure delight. My eyes opened and my face was flushed but I was a little disoriented at first.

* * * * *

I woke up, startled, looked at the slumbering man on either side of me and sighed with relief. I had been re-living my latest adventure with my well hung surfer. It hadn't been entirely a dream, after all.

After my last anal encounter with Jim, I remembered the pair of them softly caressing me and calming me down. I must have gone to sleep in their arms. 

It seemed that Peter was correct as usual, the fact that recreational sex had so little to do with emotional commitment was evident to me. I loved my partner more than ever this morning, if that was possible. I had been reminded time and time again of how very fortunate I was, that the man that I was marrying was so uninhibited and accepted that we both needed sexual variety, in order to make our marriage last. Sharing my charms with Jim had been fun for both of us and I had to admit that I enjoyed being a part of the temporary arrangement that Peter had made. I was tempted to wake him up by reaching out to touch him. My probing hand was only inches from his manhood when I paused. 

It had been well after midnight before we finally turned in. I turned to take a look at the bedside clock, taking a more critical look at Jim. The mutual attraction that had first drawn me to him, out in the surf yesterday, had been purely physical, nothing more. 

He lay, breathing evenly with just the trace of a smile on his rugged face. I carefully lifted the sheet off his well sculptured body and stared in wonder at the sight. Casually draped over his upper thigh and totally hairless, the way he kept the rest of his body, Jim's flaccid penis looked larger than I remembered. It was hard to believe that I had managed to fit all of that magnificent member, in it's erect state, inside my anal passage, let alone that I'd derived such compelling pleasure from the experience. 

"Enjoying yourself there, sweetheart?" 

Peter's voice startled me. I swiftly dropped the sheet and turned to face him, feeling guilty. His understanding smile told me that he had been watching me, while I studied Jim's naked, sleeping form.

"I can't believe I did that." I began, flustered. "Are you and Jim still serious about wanting us to perform in an adult movie this evening?" I whispered.

It was all coming back to me as I detected a mild touch of annoyance in Peters manner.

"It'll be fun, Pam. You were happy enough about it last night." Peter reminded me. "We can explore more fantasies together. It'll be just as good as doing it in public, I reckon." His eyes lit up.

We had discovered that I enjoyed anal lovemaking every bit as much as vaginal sex, but the thought of having to do it, in a public setting, was scary. At the height of my passion, I remembered, it had seemed like an adventure that I could easily learn to live with. In the cold light of day, however, the idea of performing sexual acts in front of strangers didn't seem like such a good idea, after all. I went quiet, thinking about how I might be able to put it off. Even with Peter it was something that I had skilfully avoided up till now. 

Of course, I now had to accept Peter's leadership in these matters. That was the deal. Together, Jim and Peter had fulfilled my teenage fantasies and had even encouraged me to make love with both of them at the same time. There were a number of firsts last night. Under my partner's guidance, I had experienced a variety of sexual pleasure with Jim the previous evening but was always aware that it was Peter that was encouraging me to let myself go. It was also the first time that I had ever had such intimate relations with any man, other than my future husband. With this in mind, I tried to reconcile the idea of a performance at the movie studio, for Peter's sake. I would have to attempt to fantasise that we were completely alone, in that large mirrored bedroom/studio that Jim had spoken about, if I could.

"What's wrong? You've gone quiet all of a sudden." Peter nudged me. 

"I was just thinking. It's a shame we both have to work today?" I sheepishly replied, anxious to change the subject. "Want me to make breakfast for all of us this morning?"

"Go on then. I'll wake Jim up in a few minutes." He shifted to let me out of bed. "It's about time we got up anyway, I think."

I left the men to get ready and went out to the kitchen after a quick refreshing shower, still naked, drying myself off with a large bath towel. The curtains were wide open in the living room so I scurried into the kitchen, wrapping my towel around me like a sarong. I looked outside and noted the early morning activity from the neighbouring houses. Wondering what to feed the men, I looked in the pantry and thought about what they might both like to eat. 

"I'll make them pancakes for breakfast." I said aloud. "That'll be quick and easy." 

I reached to get the pancake mixture but predictably, my towel ended up on the floor around my ankles. I resisted the reaction to cover up and carried on getting the ingredients that I needed. It was almost as though I wanted to be seen. I could still have closed the curtain.

My heart began beating wildly, when I realised the excitement that I felt at being completely undressed, in full view of our neighbour's window. I was getting bolder now. Once I put my towel in the laundry basket, the familiar tightening of flesh around my nipples encouraged me to stay that way. I ignored the compelling urge to check out the neighbouring window and carried on with my tasks Every noise that I heard outside the house, I got an additional adrenalin rush when I imagined that somebody could be easily be looking through the window at me while I prepared breakfast this morning.

Deciding to wear my delicate lacy apron, having taken Peter's advice about hot splashes to heart, I prepared the mixture for cooking in the fry pan. Although I was decently covered, from a distance now, I faced the window while I flipped the pancakes, fully aware that in the view from behind I was still uncovered. It would make me look and feel a lot sexier to stay this way when I brought their tray to the table, scantily clad like a Playboy Club waitress, I mused.

"Something smells good out there." Peter's voice rose above the muffled voices in the living-room. I heard the chairs scraping as they settled into position at the table.

"Be out there in a minute." I called back. "Nearly ready now."

It worked! Jim stopped mid sentence and whistled his appreciation the moment he saw me. I served the both men in turn, willingly pausing to allow their hands to roam around my body. They both seemed to have a fascination for my naked bottom but I wasn't exactly complaining when they squeezed my cheeks and probed my sex. I smiled, closed my eyes and fantasised that they were both total strangers in a restaurant. The idea of serving two fully dressed customers this way made me want to jump back into bed with my men but time was against us, for them to satisfy me as fully as I might have otherwise liked. I sat between them and listened as the boys planned out their day. They talked about our upcoming visit to the studio, once the rest of their plans were formulated.

"Can you bring a few costumes like this, Pam?" Jim reached down under my apron. "You look gorgeous, dressed like a French maid." 

"Why not?" I sighed as Jim caressed my engorged labia under the frilly skirt. The revealing lacy outfit that I had chosen to wear had obviously turned both of them on. 

"Great!" Peter leaned over and tweaked my left nipple. "That's my girl. We'd better get going soon, darling. It's alright, Jim and I will do the dishes while you get ready."

I excused myself to get dressed, ready for us to take Jim over to the football club, to get his station wagon. I wished that we could have all gone out surfing today but Peter and I both had other, prior commitments. This was the first time he had allowed me to choose my clothing since I had been back with him and I hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed with what I picked. I wanted to look more respectable today.

I selected a short summer dress that was low cut, but accentuated my figure in a far more subtle way than my toga did. There was so little selection of clothing left in my wardrobe. Peter had packed away all my underwear but I had become almost used to going outside the house without panties, since then. It made me aware of my vulnerability but I realised that I was not as worried about showing my body as I had been. Peter and Harry, between them, had seen to that. It was nice to examine my reflection in the mirror, fully dressed in appearance for a change, but armed with the certain knowledge that a wrong movement or gust of wind would expose my secret. It kept me on edge. I tested out how far I could bend over before it became obvious that I had no panties on, in the mirror, before I left the bedroom. It wasn't far at all. By the time I walked back to the lounge the guys were ready to go, waiting by a wide open front door. I flounced past them and down the steps, heading toward Peter's car, deliberately allowing my brief skirt to billow in the breeze for long enough to get a welcome whistle of appreciation from both men. More confident that Peter was pleased with me, I turned and smiled at him.

"You still like this dress, I hope?" 

"It looks great on you, sweetheart. Terrific!"

I turned my attention to Jim, noting his lingering stare. "Hope you don't mind. I'm not allowed to wear my underclothes anymore. Master's orders." I giggled.

Jim held the car door open for me and ushered me inside. I could tell that he was suitably impressed when I sat, raising my skirt behind me to allow my bare bottom to make contact with the seat.

* * * * *

It didn't take long for the three of us to tidy the Club gymnasium. Although I did my best to encourage another sexual encounter, Jim was anxious to get to the beach and Peter seemed preoccupied. We walked back out to the cars, arm in arm, like the three musketeers, without a care in the world. I was proud of the fact that I had two great looking guys at my side, not only friends but lovers as well. 

We attracted a bit of attention from nearby park users but I was so confident by now that it didn't really worry me that much, but I was glad that they hadn't been able see me last night, stark naked with my collar on.

Prior to departing our company, at the club car park, Jim casually mentioned that there were other male actors at the film studio that might be called on to appear with me this evening. 

"You realise that casting is not up to me, at the studio?" Jim smiled. "Arnold and Monica are in charge of scripts. Don't worry about it, Pam! They're all perfectly healthy." He swiftly assured us both, once he saw the startled look on my face. 

"That's fine with us, Jim."

His adventurous spirit was aroused and there was no point in making a big deal about it, although the idea of hopping into bed with a total stranger had still upset my inner calm. I was shaken. Thinking about the implications, I had to speak up.

"Why can't we just have a threesome, like we did last night?"

"Don't worry about it, darling. I'll be in the same situation. It'll be fun, you'll see?" Peter gave Jim a friendly nudge. "Just tell Arnold that we'll both be there by Eight o'clock."

Jim turned toward me and kissed me farewell, playing with my bottom as he did so. He was so like Peter, in very many ways, that I almost forgot we were standing in a public car park at Ten o'clock in the morning. It was a longer kiss than would be normal, between friends, and I melted into his arms, passion replacing tension.

"I'll see you tonight then, Jim?" I gasped for breath when he released me and swiftly smoothed down my dress. "Try to make sure that we can work together?" Blushing when I realised how hot I still was for him, even with Peter listening and other people nearby.

To be continued next Month, I'm afraid. 

Chapter 20 should be well worth waiting for. I feel terrible for not being as prolific as usual, but I hope to finish this story during November for early December publication on the greatest site in the world. I hope we still have a World by then. On a brighter note, It's spring in New Zealand. All that nasty weather behind us at last. 

Barbara Anne Adams N.Z.G.S.K. 



Erotic Adventures Ch. 2



I hear a load roar from the crowd as Harry wandered back toward me with just a tiny hand towel in his hand and a big smile for me.

"All I could find, I'm afraid." He waved the towel at me.

"When does the match finish today, Harry?" I lowered my eyes. "I hope you don't mind me calling you that." I bit my lower lip.

"That's alright baby. That's my name. Still about another half hour or so to go, by my reckoning." He answered. "What are we going to do about those clothes of yours?" He mused. "I got no spare clothing here, I'm afraid." He handed over the small towel. "Still determined to go through with your original plan, are you?" Harry expressed his surprise.

"If I could?" I looked up as I dried myself off. "Oh!--You must think I'm really rude--I'm Pamela." I shook his hand. "Any ideas?"

"Well, now that we're friends and you are going to model for me?" He looked inquiringly.

"Well, I can't see the harm in it." I nodded anxiously. "After all you're right, you've seen it all before." I blushed.

"Nature shots, outdoors in the open?" He prompted.

I quickly nodded my head.

"Let's see what I can do for you then." He looked at me with a weary expression. "Now, I know how to get you into the dressing room, that's not too much problem." He acknowledged. "But, how are we going to get you over there?" He mused with a twinkle in his piercing blue eyes. "I don't suppose you want to go running over there without your clothes on?" He grinned. "Too many people around for that, today, I would think." He looked me over again. "Pity though." He scratched his chin. "It's such a shame to cover that beautiful young body of yours. It's a real treat!"

The thought of going naked was oddly tempting but of course, sanity ruled. I was still far from ready to be quite that bold, even though I was currently standing in front of a complete stranger without a stitch of clothing on. That was strangely thrilling enough, for now.

"What about your old dustcoat?" I suggested eagerly.

"Comes with a price." Harry warned. "You can work it off with a couple of modelling assignments for me, though?"

I looked at him, scanning his face for any sign that he might be just joking. I saw none. I blushed and turned my eyes from his.

"Alright then." I whispered softly. "Anything you like."

"That's my girl Pamela." His face broke out in a broad smile. "I'll even tell your boyfriend to make sure he gets in there before all the others if he's not there.--Deal?" He held out his hand.

"Deal!" I agreed, shaking his hand with a relieved smile.

The coat barely covered my pubic region and I was almost sure that it would be obvious that I had nothing on under it because there were at least two acid holes around the waist area that clearly showed bare flesh beneath. I twirled around in front of Harry's large full length studio mirror. In normal circumstances there would be no way that I would even consider venturing outside, dressed this way.

"Are there many people likely to be inside the stadium complex, with the game still going at the moment?" I prompted Harry.

"Afraid so, Honey." Harry replied. "You still look great to me though. Just walk slowly behind me and you should be alright." He urged. "It's got to be better than going all the way over there in the nude, surely?" He cackled at his own analysis of my fears.

"Oh well, lets go then." I agreed, still trembling at the very thought of being seen like this. "Are you really sure you can get me into the dressing room? I know they keep it locked during the game."

"Trust me!" Harry walked to the door. "I won't let you down."

I had little choice. Holding the bottom of the coat down, I followed him out of the door, locking it behind us. I was terrified, but now determined to see it through.

On the way to the new dressing room, in one of the most well crowded areas, I had been dismayed to hear a small boys voice as I passed his mother. I don't think I could ever forget his shrill words. I could have just killed the little squirt.

"Look Mummy! That lady has no clothes on, under that coat."

I had quickly held my coat down, nearly ripping the worn shoulder stitching in the process, conscious of eyes turning in my direction. I remember running as fast as I could to catch up with Harry. When we arrived at the room, Harry fumbled about in his shorts pockets for what seemed like ages. First one then the other.

"Come on Harry!--- Someone else might come along soon."

"Ah! I thought I might have left this behind." He held up a key with his hand. "Let's hope it works on this lock too." He grinned as he tried it in the lock. "Yes!" He announced. "Got it!"

The door opened at last.

"I hoped that my master key would fit that lock too." He smiled at me. "Had you worried though, didn't I?" He cackled, jovially.

He quickly ushered me into the well lit changing rooms and pointed to where the new shower room was. The aroma was far more pleasant and welcoming. Faint traces of male cologne amidst sweaty clothing that lay on the wooden benches assured me that we were in the right room at last. I picked my way through the casually discarded clothing and shoes, opening the door at the end of the room.

"Wow!" I turned to Harry. "This is brilliant!" I enthused.

A shining row of shower heads on one wall and a row of new mirrored shaving cabinets on the adjacent wall, above marbled hand basins with gleaming taps greeted our eyes. A far cry from the dingy room where I had reluctantly stripped and handed my clothing out that high narrow window. There were even doors on the toilet cubicles this time and definitely no cobwebs to be seen. I gave a huge sigh of relief as I looked around the empty shower room.

"Thank God we're not too late!" I breathed.

"Now, don't forget, here's my card." He said with a twinkle in his eyes as he motioned for me to give back his coat. "Good luck, my little beauty."

The card had his phone numbers, at home and at work, printed on it. I put it on a windowsill, quickly removed his coat and boldly turned my naked body back toward him, no longer attempting to hide my mounting sexual excitement. My nipples were still fully erect and I was well aware of a growing wetness between my legs. His eyes opened wide as I opened my arms up fully to give him a hug.

"I'll ring you tomorrow" I promised him, with a light kiss on his weathered cheek. "Thank you so much,--- for everything."

I smiled as I heard his parting words as he turned away.

"That silly young Buck doesn't deserve a gorgeous young lady like you, Pamela. Oh, to be young again!" 

He shook his head in disbelief as he left me to it.

I got under the showers in the team's dressing room. My heart leapt when I realised that, in spite of that most embarrassing incident on the way here, I was now confident of achieving my goals in the way that Sally and I had planned. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know that the team had a new dressing room. After my tormenting trip to the new dressing room I was now a lot more confident about my body than I had ever been before. Harry's generously articulated and often expressed complements had achieved a most beneficial change in my old attitudes about my own desirability today. Turning on the showers I was surprised by the strength of the water jets as they stimulated my hardened nipples. I reached for one of the many cakes of brand new soap on the shelf, realizing that it wouldn't be long before I came face to face with my beloved Peter. I began to soap up again, as the steam surrounded me. I watched the door as I caressed my pubic area with the soap, now fully aware of the extent of my arousal. Fantasy was taking over when I closed my eyes and I slid the soap between my engorged vaginal lips and it touched my clit briefly. I shuddered with a wave of orgasmic pleasure and my knees went weak.

Marvelling at my newly acquired bravery, I began to realise just how turned on I had become, in showing myself off to Harry in that way. I had never experienced such pleasant remarks about my nude body before now. The old charmer had even convinced me to pose naked for him. The strangest part about it was that I had now found myself actually looking forward to it. He had admitted that he loved to pose his nude models in outdoor, presumably publicly accessible, locations. Peter had often asked me to do the same thing and I had always refused him firmly. Now, I had willingly agreed to do it for a complete stranger.

I had loved the way that Harry had looked at me, with naked approval written in his eyes. I heard the door open and turned my head away.

"Please, let it be Peter this time." I muttered to myself.

"What the Hell! ----Jeez--- Pam--is that you?"

No mistaking my ex boyfriend's voice this time. I turned to face him.

"Happy Birthday darling." I opened up my arms and walked toward him. "Fancy meeting you again." I chuckled at the shocked look on his face. "How about a big birthday hug?" I threw my arms around him.

He dropped the gaily wrapped parcel on the floor and returned my warm embrace, running his fingers over my wet and eager body. A charge ran though my spine as his rough hands caressed my naked bottom.

"How long have we got before all the others come in?" I gasped as we unlocked our lips from the first, passionate kiss.

"How did you get in here, my love?" He breathed. "I thought I had the only key." He looked puzzled.

I led him over to the window ledge and reached for Harry's card. 

"I bribed your new resident photographer in your old changing rooms." I laughed excitedly. "It's going to cost me though."

He slipped it into his pocket before he took off his jacket.

"We only have a few minutes before the others come in." He warned, as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I'm game if you are?" He unbuckled his belt with a smile, his appreciative eyes travelling all over my body.

I helped him off with his shorts, happy to see the familiar bulge in his underpants, once again. I pulled them down, dropping to my knees on the cold floor.

"Where did you put your clothes, Pam?" He asked excitedly, as he stepped out of his underwear. "I'd better bring them in and lock the door for you, I suppose?"

"No need, darling. You brought them in with you." I considered my next words for a second. "The door is up to you, my darling." 

I wrapped my lips around his straining member and flicked my tongue on the smooth underside of his penis.

"You mean?---How did you--oh--oh--just a minute!" He gripped my shoulders. "That gift parcel---your clothing?" 

I looked up at him with a happy smile, my lips sticky and wet.

"It's a long story." I was undecided. "I'll tell you all about it later, darling. Just enjoy your main birthday present, my love. Lets just say that I've learned to be a little bit bolder than I used to be. Can't you tell?" I giggled.

"How bold?" His eyes gleamed, his intentions clear.

I gazed into his eyes and nodded. He reached down and picked up the parcel.

"Over here then." He beckoned me into a toilet cubicle and sat on the bowl, putting the parcel on the cistern. "These boys don't normally hang around too long after the match." He explained. "Still game?"

"Sure am!" I gave him a cheeky smile. "If only they knew?" 

My experience with Harry had made me realise that there was fun to be had from exposing my body to others. I didn't mind so much any more, even if the young lads caught us at it. I edged around the door and swiftly snipped the lock and giggled softly. Poised over his raging erection, I lowered myself onto him. I closed my eyes and sighed. The heat of his member warmed the inner walls of my vagina as I swallowed his entire length. It felt so wonderful to have him inside me again. I relaxed as we heard voices and we briefly stopped moving. Many was the time when Peter had dared me to have sex with him in a semi-public place in the past, but I had given him a similar response to the one I had to his request for nude photos. After today, I had vowed to change all that. We heard the showers running and excited voices, charged with the emotion of victory, as his team came in to shower afterward. I clenched my vaginal muscles around his turgid shaft to keep him hard even though I could feel the tension of his excitement through his hands on my body. It was exciting to know that we could be caught at any moment, in a most embarrassing position.

Peter caressed me gently as we began to move sensuously again until I felt his body stiffen in ecstasy. A warm flood of love fluid rushed though my body as I orgasmed with him. Biting my lower lip to stop myself from making a noise, I turned and kissed him.

"It's been too long." I whispered. "I do love you!"

The lads were in full cry now, laughing and joking among themselves as the talked about the beating they had given the other team. It was obvious that they were in high spirits.

"Hey look! Peter's left his clothes on the floor over there."

"Where the Fuck is he then?"

"He's not in the changing room, either." A third voice called.

My blood ran cold as Peter unlocked his lips from mine. I lifted my feet off the floor.

"I'm in the bog, you silly buggers." He roared. "Can't a man get a bit of peace anywhere?"

"Sorry coach!" A young voice answered. "It's Just that we wanted to see you before we get going. Take your time. We'll wait!"

"I'll see you guys at practise tomorrow. Carry on!" Peter smiled at me. "We might have time for an encore." He whispered.

"Nah! We'll wait! -----We were given something for you." The young player replied. "We want to see you." He countered.

"I might be a while!" Peter shouted. "Can't it wait?"

He seemed to realize that he had no choice. He looked at me.

"Sorry, my love." He whispered. "I'd better see them on their way.----- Shit!" He cursed.

Peter held my legs and stood up. His flaccid penis slipped out of me and he tried to turn in the confined space. His sperm oozed down my leg as he tried to balance my feet on the toilet bowl.

"Keep your head down!" He whispered. "I'll see them on their way.------ Wait for me?"

It wasn't as though I had a lot of choice in the matter. I crouched there while Peter did his best to remove the evidence of our hasty lovemaking. He wiped himself on toilet tissue and kissed me.

"Lock the door behind me." He whispered.

He edged himself out the door and closed it behind him.

After reaching over and snipping the lock, I sat there, crouched over the toilet bowl. I heard the boys and Peter all talking together and backslapping and excited babble as they gave him the news that they had won a place in the finals or some such thing. I was glowing with the excitement of crouching above a toilet bowl, stark naked, trying to be as quiet as possible and cleaning myself up at the same time. It was like being in the same room, with a dozen or so members of the opposite sex. There was only one way to describe my feelings at the time. Totally exhilarated. I began to realise that I had never been so excited about anything in my life before. My heart was thumping with joy. I was deliriously happy that Peter had accepted me back into his life so readily after our months apart. Of course, Sally had told me that Peter had often mentioned how much he missed me and I knew that he had no other love interest since we parted.

I had taken a job on a dairy farm a hundred miles away, but Sally had kept in touch by letter and phone. We both had far too much pride to confess that either of us were wrong to part, over what now appeared to be differing moral inhibitions. I had made the first step, albeit unwillingly, to change into the type of lady that would make him happy. Then, the worst possible thing happened. To put it crudely I farted.

I listened to the noise on the other side of the door. It had gone silent. I blushed at the thought that someone must have heard me and I peeked over the door. They were all looking at the cubicle.

"Hey coach! You got someone in there!" A loud voice rang out.

There was a buzz of excitement as Peter tried to make them believe differently.

A chant began and grew with the exuberance of youth.

"Shirt-lifter!" They accused, laughing at their own suspicions.

Poor Peter. There was only one thing for it as the chant grew. I grew red in the face with anger and embarrassment. I stood to full height on the toilet bowl and yelled at them. I realised that they would see my breasts, more than likely, but I no longer cared.

"Do I look like a little boy to any of you lot!" I roared at them. "You ungrateful little shits!"

There was a stunned silence in the room. I sat on the toilet and allowed my feet back on the ground. I sat there, red faced still, and wondered how I managed to get the courage to show myself to all those teenaged boys. It was quite humorous really. Hands had flown to cover their private parts, once they realised that Peter had a young lady in the toilet with him. Most of them had been totally naked. I heard a lot of mumbled apologies as the boys tried to sooth Peter's ruffled feelings before I heard his voice rise, once again.

"It's my birthday tomorrow, THAT'S WHY!"

Further mumblings could be heard before Peter's voice was heard clearly above the others again.

"I'll have you know that you're talking about my future WIFE." he roared above the rest. "Now hurry up and finish your showers and get the Hell out of here!" There was a stunned silence. "I'll see you all at practise tomorrow. Meanwhile, think about all the extra laps of the football field that some of you might find yourselves doing."

"Yes, coach!"

"Sorry, coach!"

I tried to stifle a giggle from where I sat, naked on the toilet. The only thing that mattered to me were Peter's angry words as he loudly admonished his players. I knew that our relationship was going to be secure from now on.

The END

{Or perhaps the beginning of a new series of erotic stories?} 

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 20



I watched in subdued silence as Jim got into his car and waved as he drove off, my breathing still ragged, wearing my enigmatic smile and hugging my partner Peter with delight. I had finally convinced myself that I should never allow feelings of personal insecurity to prevent me from willfully exposing myself to strange men again. My body still tingled with the excitement I had felt, in knowing that my I had been shown off so thoroughly. The bystanders were wandering away from us now but I had been well aware of their guilt-ridden but spellbound glances in my direction while I had been embracing Jim. Contrary to my earlier expectations, their interest only encouraged me to be even more passionate and had lowered my inhibitions yet another notch. 'Accidental' exposure had thrilled me a lot more than I ever thought it would.

Although my moral position about sexual loyalty had recently altered as well, I was, none the less, concerned by the possibility of being directed to have intimate relations with yet another man by someone that I had yet to meet. 

"What about you, darling?" I prompted.

"Huh!"

"Do you think you could just jump into bed with almost anybody without being physically attracted to them, in some way, first?"

"It might be fun to find out." He grinned wolfishly. "I'm sure that we'll manage somehow, though."

It was the first time that we had been alone with one and other since Jim arrived yesterday evening and I was able to share my doubts with Peter at last. I was slightly irritated by his dismissive attitude.

"I always assumed that we would just get together again, same as last night." I began haltingly, hoping that he might be persuaded to listen to reason. "We don't even know any of these other people that work there." I argued. "We might not even like them, let alone?" My voice trailed away as I scanned his face for some form of empathy.

"I imagine that we will get the chance to meet our prospective partners first." He interrupted, before I could speak again. "We should be able to discuss what we'll be doing before things get around to that stage." Peter wryly mused. "We saw most of their group at the beach, remember? Jim told me that he's never had any problems." He grinned suddenly. "We'll just have to play it by ear when we get there. It depends on the type of sex scenes that Arnold wants to get on film, according to Jim. He's faxing me some scripts for tonight, later on."

"What! Like a play, you mean?" I giggled.

"Exactly the same as the movies. The only difference is that we will be getting paid to enjoy ourselves, this time, as far I can see. Just think about it as another learning experience?"

"Alright! If you're really sure?" I cautioned.

The matter was certainly settled in his mind, for now. Peter glanced at his watch as he held the car door open for me. I realised that he was keen to get going. I made a playful show of lifting my skirt as I seated myself, but was mildly disappointed when Peter didn't take the opportunity to fondle me. He normally would have, especially with the latest arrival in the car-park, a well dressed businessman, still in his driver's seat nearby. He loved to shock people like that, whilst demonstrating his affection for me, even though it normally made me a little uncomfortable. Today, I would have welcomed it though. Smiling briefly at the man in the car next door to us, I watched Peter as he strolled slowly around the front of our car to get in the driver's side. He looked pre-occupied, with a neutral, disinterested look on his face. Was he upset with me, for making my desire to make love to Jim again so obvious, earlier on? I reflected. No!----How could he be? I had surely performed beyond his wildest dreams, for all of the previous night and right up until just a few minutes earlier. 

Peter smiled disarmingly while he settled into the driver's seat and spoke casually. 

"Sally should be around at the house shortly. She's coming over for lunch later on, isn't she? 

"Oh yes!" I turned to face him, relieved that his mood was back to normal. "Harry has to finish up a few shots this afternoon before we go away for the weekend." I gushed. "We've got time to do a bit of shopping on the way home if you like? I suggested hopefully.

"Of course! Rebecca will be with her as well, won't she?" 

Peter, who had an unusually inquisitive look on his face, ignored my shopping suggestion at first. 

"You girls will be able to amuse yourselves before lunch if you want?" He wagged his eyebrows with a cheeky grin forming on his face. "What do you say?" The wolf was back with a vengeance. "You won't get too jealous if I try my luck with Rebecca?"

My heart sank, like a stone, initially. There was little doubt about what Peter was really suggesting. If he was hoping to upset me, it wasn't going to work this time. I immediately conceded, catching him off-guard.

"I guess I owe you that, darling." I giggled and nodded my head meaningfully. "It ought to be fun." 

The thought of having it off with Sally didn't intimidate me quite as much as it might have. I remembered the intense feelings I had, when we touched each other intimately, in our pool. There was the unspoken promise of further delights, had we been alone together, that I had intended to pursue the next time the opportunity presented itself. I wanted that chance, deep down. Later, I remembered fondly, whilst posing for Harry, she had excited my imagination to the point where I had very nearly surrendered my weakening self control. It caused me to wonder how far I might have gone if Harry had not been there that day.

I realised that Rebecca had sexual feelings for me as well and I was finally prepared to admit that I found her interest mildly appealing. 

Her firm athletic body held a strange fascination for me that I found difficult to describe. She was attractive and vivacious enough and, I imagined, her lovemaking skills must be satisfying to Sally, anyway. On a purely personal level, I expect that I had been unjustly jealous of her in the past, mistakenly believing that she might steal Peter's affections from me one day. Those two girls had been living together as a couple for a long time and neither of them dated men regularly. To be honest, I was curious about Rebecca as well I suppose? Maybe I was keen to experience whatever it was that kept them together as a couple?

"Should we tell them what we're doing tonight?" I gave Peter a cheeky smile. "They might like to join us?"

"You wouldn't mind?" Peter looked at me, as he brought the car engine to life, astounded. 

"Let's see what they say." I confirmed, explaining. "I'm used to working with them now and I won't feel so awkward or conspicuous at the film studio with my other two girlfriends around."

Inwardly, I was hoping that Sally might bolster my confidence.

As Peter drove off, it gave me time for quiet reflection. It would be a test of my inner resolve to witness Peter and Rebecca having sex together, assuming she was interested. I idly wondered if she would allow anal sex or whether Peter would even ask. More importantly, now that I had committed to the idea of having sex with other girls, I hoped to be able to enjoy the experience, for Peter's sake as well as my own. There were still a lot of unknown factors from my point of view. How would I react? Would I be expected to make the first move? My thoughts were interrupted when Peter turned toward the recently completed shopping mall in the neighbouring suburb to where we lived. He glanced at his watch and grinned in my direction.

"We've got an hour or so to kill. Let's go and check out some of the new shops."

He was testing me again. I could sense Peter's mounting excitement. Even though a shopping trip had been my own idea, earlier on, a tiny tingle of excitement ran through my body and my nipples began to stiffen at the thought of choosing a new pair of shoes or perhaps a sexy new outfit, dressed the way I was. 'Accidental' exposure would become almost inevitable in those situations. 

I nodded my head thoughtfully.

"They must be having an opening sale, darling. Just look at all the cars in there." I exclaimed, suddenly nervous again.

Suddenly it didn't seem like such a good idea, after all. It was far too crowded but Peter found a parking place, while I examined all the sale signs over the main entrance, nearby. I got out and rearranged my hemline, waiting for Peter to lock up the car and escort me inside. I started to look forward to mingling amongst the public, feeling a bit naked, yet sensing that I was still in control of how much or how little I could choose to expose myself, as long as I was careful.

The slightest breeze caressed my unclad genitals, while I waited for Peter, serving as a reminder of how daring I had become now that I was outside the car again. There were lots of people coming and going nearby. The thrill of possible exposure heightened my awareness and thus encouraged me to walk more gracefully than usual while we made our way to the entrance. I enjoyed the challenge but at this point I couldn't bear the thought of others, older ladies in particular, noticing my state of undress. It was a totally different situation to the beach crowd on Monday. Here at the crowded shopping mall, I would probably be the only lady with no underwear on. If only my skirt were just a little longer, I agonised. Older women could be so prudish and unsympathetic at times. 

"Are we looking for anything in particular?" I probed, hoping to examine his motives for choosing that particular mall.

"Just a bit of window shopping today." Peter smiled. "We'll come back tomorrow if you like anything in particular." He patted his breast pocket. "I brought my wallet though." He teased.

We wandered around, arm in arm, taking in the facilities offered by the latest retail development. Apart from the usual service shops on the ground floor, I could see that the boutique specialty shops, that I wanted to look through, were mainly on the mezzanine floor. Peter noticed me glancing upstairs and smiled. 

I tensed. There were lifts available but it was fairly obvious to me that Peter would choose to use the escalator in the centre of the mall, thereby increasing the chances of capturing the attention of those that rode behind us. Apart from the usual parking worries, this had probably driven his choice of a multi-storied suburban mall as opposed to the street level shops common to the inner city. I became keenly aware that the highly polished floor held further pitfalls for the unwary. As soon as I discovered this, I moved away from groups of shoppers near the shop windows. I hoped to minimise the chances of my secret being uncovered in the reflection of either the floor or lower window fittings. I began to wish I had worn sandals, rather than the high heeled shoes that I was wearing. My long legs were drawing more attention to my short skirt. Rather than enjoying myself and relaxing I was quickly becoming a nervous wreck, even before Peter guided me toward the escalator. 

I held back, waiting for a group of mothers with young children to go in front of us. It wasn't that I was being courteous so much as the memory of that young child's attention grabbing voice at the crowded football stadium a few days ago.

"Look Mummy! That lady's got nothing on, under her coat."

I could hardly forget the humiliation that I felt on that day. It had played over in my mind ever since. I had subconsciously kept clear of similar situations since that time, avoiding small children like the plague. I reasoned that I would much rather get into the shower with Peter's entire football team, totally naked, than have to go through an embarrassing scenario like that again. Peter jostled me onto the slow moving steps, chuckling sadistically. He sensed my reluctance.

"Come on slowcoach. You told me that you want to see the ladies wear shops." He urged.

I glanced behind me, still nervous. I was in luck. A tall, generously proportioned, elderly man with a walking stick shuffled onto the steps behind me, taking up the entire width of the escalator, finally ending up about four steps below me. He caught my eye as he looked up and then quickly looked away again. His facial expression informed me that he had just uncovered my guilty secret. I looked back at Peter, hoping to signal him to move back a step or two, blushing slightly but paralysed, not attempting to move backward myself. Although my stomach was knotted with nerves I realised that I had revelled in the old man's discovery. His eyes kept furtively darting up toward me as though he was endeavouring to estimate how far he had left to go. In his efforts to be discrete, he had actually alerted Peter to the true situation.

"Don't sweat it!" Peter hissed. He leaned his head toward mine and whispered. "Give him a real show."

I tensed, lifting my left foot to the next step up and bent forward, as if to dust off my shoe. Glancing backward, I caught the old man's eye again. He was smiling now, eyes locked toward the top of my legs, leering. It gave me an incredible feeling of power, allowing him to ogle me in that way and being aware that he was enjoying the view. I returned his smile and carried on with what I was doing, periodically glancing toward my partner, hoping for instructions to straighten up.

"Try cleaning the other shoe." He urged with a devilish grin.

He wanted to remove any doubt that my show was an accident. The old man licked his lips while I changed position and opened my legs a little wider. There was subtle understanding written in his eyes as he stooped to get a better view. God knows what he must have thought of me. In the end I looked away sharply, unable to hold his gaze any longer, until we reached the top landing. I could almost feel his eyes, none the less.

We wasted no time once the ride was over. I tugged at Peter's arm and put some distance between the top of the escalator and my elderly admirer. With my heart thumping faster, I urged Peter over toward the first lingerie shop that I could see.

"I could really do with a few pairs of stockings and--something to hold them up, I guess?" I whispered, still tingling with shame.

Pantihose were out of the question now. I just wanted a brief girdle to hold my stockings up and a few really nice outfits to wear, for going out to dinner, or special occasions like tonight for example. It was up to Peter. He had promised to choose my new wardrobe for me. 

"I don't like pantihose." I began uncertainly when I approached the sales desk. "I'd like to see some traditional stockings, if you still sell them these days."

The lady that served us was extremely helpful, recommending a pair of thigh high stockings with brief lacy tops that actually held them in place. 

"I know!" What about something like these?" She held up a shop sample "You can wear these, even with shorter dresses, my dear." She smiled at me. "Would you like to try a pair on? They're very popular still."

I glanced at Peter as I mumbled in a shaky voice.

"Just a pair of those will do, for now. I know my size." 

Moving over to the display unit, I prayed that Peter wouldn't insist that I tried them on and embarrass me in front of the assistant. She reminded me of my mother, about the same age and build. Another lady customer walked in and her attention was diverted luckily. He left it up to me, handing me his wallet and muttering as he walked away.

"Get yourself a few pairs then, darling. Anything you like."

We left the shop with three pairs of super sheer stockings and a few sundry items in a carrier bag and we started to look at other shops. Peter spotted an elegant silken evening dress, split to the hip, that looked outstanding, even on the mannequin in the window. Peter looked at the price tag then quickly moved away.

"We'll just get you a gown later, I think. Would you like to go in and have a look at the rest of the range?"

I had noticed a change in Peter's attitude at the lingerie shop. He appeared to be more willing to buy me a few more items while the sale was in full swing. Peter immediately picked out the type of clothing that appealed to him. The short wrap-around skirts and the see though tops that he chose for me seemed ideally suited to a lifestyle of flashing. Fortunately for me, the shop was busy so I was able to try on a few outfits in the privacy of the dressing room. I breathed a sigh of relief when Peter closed the door and came in behind me.

The salesgirls were too busy with other customers to be assisting me, at the time, so I picked out a few of Peter's favourites, and mine, in the correct size, for him to purchase.

Finally, with time running short, we made our way back to the car. It was almost lunchtime and I was looking forward to showing Sally and Rebecca my new clothes. I was still buzzing with the excitement of my purchases, and the promise of an encounter with Sally, when Peter got in and unlocked the rear door, for me to put the parcels in the back seat.

"Go on! Give them a show too. I dare you." He nodded his head toward a recently arrived car, with two young men seated in it. They were about to park right next to us. 

Glancing around to check first, I bent over with a impish grin on my face and looked directly at Peter. I heard a gasp of surprise and the sound of a low whistle while I was placing my two bags of parcels in the back seat. I knew my bottom was fully exposed as I felt the breeze blow between my cheeks. I could hear the guys making crude comments to one and other. Biting my lower lip, I gazed into Peter's eyes and waited. The thrill compelled me take far more time, shifting my body around and rearranging my parcels in the back seat than I needed to. I pretended not to notice the young guy's excited conversation until I stood up straight again and turned to front them. The stunned expression on their faces evidenced that they hadn't missed the opportunity that I had given them so eagerly. The blush on my face was genuine when I acknowledged them. I noticed the wandering lust in their eyes so I hastily rearranged my skirt to make myself decent again. Closing the rear door as fast as I could, I escaped quickly to the safety of the front seat of our car. I was tingling with success.

"Let's go, my darling. The girls are probably waiting for us at home by now." I urged. "I'm ready for anything, after that." Giggling and whispering in a hoarse, meaningful voice, I told Peter how much I enjoyed the trip.

Until Chapter 21; THE FINAL IN THIS SERIES. [Coming of age?]

Don't miss the final chapter of Erotic Adventures. I hope to have a great new series planned for January 2002. I need to re-charge my batteries. Any suggestions or advice will be welcomed, naturally. Tell me what you like to read. Have a great Xmas and --ah!--Don't forget to vote up large. ------ As if you would??? 



Erotic Adventures Ch. 3



Chapter 3: A Change In Attitudes

Peter was the perfect gentleman as he ushered me into his car to take me home, after the game, or more correctly, the sexual games that we played in the dressing rooms, showers, gym and even the injury room after the all the players left. I didn't ever remember Peter as being so virile or quite so rampant in his demands. I eased my naked bottom onto the car seat and sighed as he casually flung the gift wrapped parcel containing my clothing into the back seat. He paused and then threw his own clothing in afterward and closed my door. I blew him a kiss.

"I love you, darling." I mouthed silently.

* * * * *

Once the boys left, and we showered together, Peter cheekily put the parcel containing my clothing into his locker. 

"But, that's got all my clothes in it." I weakly protested.

"You may not need them for a while." Peter grinned, reaching in for the team's medicine chest. He grabbed a tube of KY jelly from it as I watched. "All those young idiots, talking about me playing with little boys, gave me some ideas." He explained obliquely. "Are you still game?" He smiled wickedly at me, patting my bottom playfully.

I realised what he had in mind, but here---in the dressing room? I thought quickly and made up my mind. After all, it was his birthday tomorrow and I was still thoroughly turned on after showing myself to all those young lads from the waist up. I nodded dumbly.

"As long as you are gentle with me?" I agreed, hesitantly. "But where---"

"Just come with me, sweetheart." He interrupted. "I haven't shown you around all our facilities here yet. You'll see!" His eyes gleamed with adoration. "I love the new Pamela." He gazed at my nude body in a tender way. "You've certainly changed." He complemented as he took my hand and led me off toward the dressing room door. That made me happier. At least he was going to lock it, I thought.

Peter was a fine specimen of a man, firm, athletic and tanned all over, just like his sister. He hadn't bothered to put his clothing back on after our shower. He just put them away neatly in his locker at the same time as my gift wrapped clothing. The only thing he kept with him was a bunch of keys that he had in his hand and his tube of lubricant gel. His penis was still a bit larger than usual, but not erect. I had never allowed him to put it inside my bottom before. I tingled with anticipation. Would it hurt? Would I get the same warm satisfaction that I did when he made love to me the usual way? I have to admit that I was nervous, yet I was strangely curious at the same time. I still felt vulnerable, without my clothes on, but I was now with my intended husband. It gave me a strength of pride that was missing when Harry first discovered me in that smelly old shower room. He opened the door into the corridor and leaned out to look both ways.

"Come on, sweetheart. There's no-one around at the moment."

The stark realisation that we were going back outside the dressing room, into the public arena, so soon after the players had all left, totally naked, hit me like a sledgehammer.

"Out there?" I gasped, automatically pulling back at his hand.

"There shouldn't be anybody around still." He urged. "Perhaps just a cleaner or two, sweetheart. Come on! Don't muck around or--- maybe we really will get caught?" He was grinning devilishly.

I scampered behind him, defensively clutching my breasts with my free left arm. My stiff nipples made me aware of a tense sexual excitement running through my body that I was just beginning to understand. I felt the same charge that I had, when walking and running all the way through the busy complex earlier on, with all those people around, in Harry's short dustcoat that barely covered my bottom. I remembered the little boys shrill voice.

"Look Mummy! That lady's got no clothes on---"

The electricity that ran though me then, as I ran to catch up with Harry, was the same as I was feeling now. This time I didn't even have Harry's coat on, to partly disguise my sexual excitement. Now, I was totally naked again. My imagination ran riot as Peter walked me along the corridor. Every sound brought chilling new awareness of my vulnerable state of undress. My head was constantly turning left to right as I sought further reassurance that no-one was watching us.

Finally, Peter stopped outside a door and fumbled with his keys, dropping the tube of lubricant on the floor in the process.

I let go my breasts and swiftly retrieved it, breathing fast, with my heart thumping.

"I've got it, darling. Please hurry!"

Peter turned and smiled at me.

"Exciting, isn't it?" He breathed as he turned the key in the lock, admiring my trembling naked body again. "Fun, eh!"

"Just let us in." I pleaded. "Please hurry!" I raised my voice.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the door opened wide and I scampered through it as quickly as I knew how. My eyes opened wide.

"Jeez Peter! All this for your players?" My eyes took in the luxurious gymnasium. Every type of equipment for toning and building the young player's bodies was neatly laid out for their use. Cycling machine, weights, exercise gear and even a rowing machine. All brand new. A young athlete's dream come true. "How did you manage to---"

"That's not all!" Peter announced. "Look in the other rooms."

He locked the door and drew his keys out. "Open the other doors, my love. Go ahead."

In a daze I walked around the new complex, no longer bothered by my nudity, opening doors and looking inside. Sauna room, sun room with a tanning bed, massage room with a small en suite toilet and a shower stall. I went to open the last door and Peter spoke.

"This is the room we want." Peter called me over and opened the door. Laid out before my eyes was the injury room. Peter pointed to the bed. "There's room for both of us." He said, with a hint of pride in his voice. "What do you think?" He beamed, his penis growing and rising again.

"Oh yes!" I hugged him, throwing the lubricant on the bed. "This is brilliant, darling.

Peter masterfully manoeuvred me over to the bed. I didn't attempt to resist as he guided me onto the bed, face down, and grabbed for the gel. Even though I had a good idea of what was about to happen I opened up my legs, to give him access to my virgin bottom and allow him to caress my vagina again. I half hoped to change his mind.

"You're so smooth down there." He enthused as he traced his fingers lightly over my vulva. "No need for lubrication there, my darling." 

I blushed, knowing how wet I was down there. Then, he moved his hand further back and parted the cheeks of my bottom. 

"I've always wanted to try this." He reached for the gel and opened the tube. "Let me know if I hurt you?"

I nodded my head with a resigned expression.

"Please be gentle though, won't you?"

I had mixed emotions as his fingers probed around my bottom, keenly massaging the area around my tight little rosebud. I had joked with other girls about Peter's earlier attempts to make love to me this way. Some of the older, more experienced girls had done it before. Some had hated it and others seemed to enjoy it. It was a matter of personal taste but they all seemed to agree about one thing. They knew that it made their men a lot more horny while they were doing it to them. The trade-off seemed to be that they believed that it made their men more considerate and loving than ever. One girl told me that she played with herself and actually achieved orgasm while her boyfriend was doing it to her. I remembered her words to me.

"Just relax your muscles and don't try to fight it, Pam. I actually enjoy it so much now that I often ask for it."

I had thought her quite crazy, at the time, but there was no denying that her boyfriend never strayed from her side. He loved her to bits.

I winced as Peter's finger pushed inside me and I did my very best to relax my sphincter muscles. I merely let out a low moan as he slowly massaged my bottom, from the inside. I was beginning to get used to this tender and loving intrusion into my bowels. My tenseness seemed to diminish.

"That's it darling. We're nearly there." Peter's voice sounded excited, as he dipped in two fingers this time. "Just try to relax, my sweet lady. Are you alright with this?"

In an enraptured trance, I quickly nodded my head, smiling now.

"It feels a bit strange at first, but go ahead." I agreed.

This time, when I felt his slimy fingers press inward, I relaxed fully and let my deepest sexual fantasies take over my thoughts.

I closed my eyes and imagined that suddenly I was in a strange dark room, tied and gagged, helpless to prevent an unknown assailant from using my body for his own gratification. When I expanded this theme I imagined a group of young men, lined up behind the first assailant, ready to take their pleasure with me after the first man had finished using me. As Peter's fingers both moved past my sphincter muscles, I subconsciously pressed my bottom back toward him to take in all of my assailant's enormous member.

"That's it darling!" Peter breathed excitedly, disturbing my erotic fantasy. "Think I should try it now?" He sounded uncertain.

"Don't talk about it, my love. Just do it!" I moaned.

I reverted to my fantasy world, now fully aware that I was ready to be penetrated by his beautiful love tool. Back in the strange dark room, I struggled with my bonds, aware of invasion by my assailant's hot turgid flesh, throbbing as he penetrated the unknown depths of my unwilling bowels. I became aware of moving with my assailant, now desperate to make him climax and get my torture over with. I imagined all those fine young players, that I had viewed over the toilet door, waiting for the first man to finish with me. Their healthy young penile members were straining with blood and they were fighting over who might be next. They were all impatient and crowding around me. I began to grind my hips against my attacker, now looking forward to the next young man standing in line. His turgid member appeared to be even larger than the current man's, that was now almost ready to fill me with his love seed. How many young men were waiting for him to finish with me? Ten or twelve? I got more excited.

"Yes darling! Deeper! Fill me up! Don't stop now!" I blushed as I realised just how much I was enjoying the attentions of my lover. I was back in the real world and I was moving in time with Peter. I had asked him not to speak, but here I was, shouting my encouragement for him to continue this erotic form of lovemaking. I couldn't believe how brazen I had become. "It's so good! Please don't take it out?" I continued, unable to stop myself from speaking my mind to Peter.

There was a rush of warmth, deep inside my bowels, as Peter collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. He had ejaculated every bit of his love seed inside my colon. He hugged me and kissed the back of my neck.

"You were absolutely magnificent, darling." He turned my face to his. "You'll have to tell me all about the time that we were apart from each other." He looked at me earnestly. "You don't have to, of course, but I would love to know what, or who, it was that changed your attitudes to sex so much."

Between lovemaking in every position I knew, as well as a number that were new to me, I told him all about my lonely miserable existence, since we parted company. I then confirmed that there had been nobody else but him, since then. I explained the drunken party at Sally's place and how my stupid agreement to go along with his sister Sally's plan, to get us back together, had badly misfired and the way in which I had reluctantly parted with all my clothing. 

"Sally made me give her all my gear. She didn't even let me keep my G string panties on. She made me take them off." I sobbed.

"Good girl!" He commented. "I owe her one."

This led to my encounter with Harry. 

"I was so shocked to be found in that smelly old shower room, with no possibility of hiding my naked body from his view at all." I shivered, but gave him a faithful account of that meeting, leaving nothing out. I even told Peter about the state of my sexual arousal at the time. "He was really nice about it, Peter. He showered me with all sorts of complements about my body." I smiled shyly. "He seemed to like the fact that I was totally shaved down there." I giggled, opening my legs. "He just stared at my pussy." I blushed.

"I love it too, baby. Come to Daddy?" He flicked his tongue and went down on me again.

Between bouts of uninhibited sexual abandon I told him about my deal with Harry and how I had finally arrived in the right dressing room. I giggled as I told him about the small boy's discovery that I was naked beneath the short dustcoat that I was 'almost' wearing. Peter laughed when I told him about his loud exclamation to his mother.

"I wished that the ground had opened beneath me and swallowed me up." I said tearfully, trying to smile about it now. "I just held my coat down and ran. They were all looking at me." I explained.

"Well!" Peter laughed. "I'm really glad you had the nerve to do it for me. I was really miserable, without you, as well." He paused. "That brings me to another point." He looked at me seriously. "What did you think of anal sex--- truthfully now! -----I don't want to think that I'm forcing you to go along with it, just to make me happy."

My face coloured up. I realised that no relationship could ever be based on flattery or lies. I was totally confused myself. There was no denying that once my initial fears had passed, I had actually enjoyed fantasising about being used, in that way. All throughout my life, everybody, particularly my parents, had told me that it was unnatural and abhorrent but I had to admit that I had climaxed at the same time that Peter did. I had enjoyed my orgasm enormously.

I thought about how wonderful I felt, knowing that my attitudes to nudity and sexual adventure had changed. I mused about my future, as Peter's wife. Lastly, I thought about the large number of people that I knew that had openly admitted that they had tried it before. I made up my mind and looked up at him, coyly.

"Did you enjoy it, my darling?" I smiled at him. "I think I might have?" I prodded him further. "Could we try it again sometime. ---Just to be certain?" I smiled at him, lowering my eyelids.

Peter laughed as he picked me up in his arms.

"Pamela, of course we can." He kissed me with renewed passion. "How about right away?" He headed back into the injury room, carrying me tenderly. This time he laid me facing toward him, placing my legs over his broad shoulders. There was no doubt about what caused this choice of entry.

"I want to see your beautiful face this time."

As we lay on the bed afterward, his spent member receding in my used bottom, he told me for the hundredth time, how much he loved me.

"Keep it inside me, darling." I begged. "I think I've decided."

"Really?" He hugged me tightly, his face smiling inquisitively.

"I wondered if I should tell you, or not?" I kept him waiting.

I thought about my latest fantasy dream and made up my mind.

"You know what brought about our last fight?" I began. "You called me a prude for not wanting to wear it for you.

"Something about that daring little swimsuit that I bought for you?" Peter replied, suddenly serious again. "I'm sorry. I promise not---"

I interrupted him and put my fingers to his lips.

"Wait!" I gathered my courage. "I was wrong, my love. The real answer to your question is YES!" I looked into his puzzled eyes. "Yes, I will marry you! Yes, I did enjoy our--ahem--anal sex together and yes, I will go shopping on Monday for a new wardrobe to make you proud of me. ---Wait!" I pressed my fingers harder against his mouth, realising that he wanted to speak. "I have to ask you this first."

He nodded his head, excited enough by my answers so far.

"Is it all right with you---if---if I keep my word and pose for Harry with nothing on. Fully nude?" I gushed. I released my fingers, blushing like a schoolgirl. I couldn't believe that I was so keen to repay Harry by posing for him, in what I was now sure would be a very public, challenging situation. It made me tingle with such delicious anticipation. I had fantasised about the sort of photos that Harry might like. Spread wide and completely open.

I didn't need to hear Peter's answer. I felt a stirring in his loins as he kissed me. His member throbbed and twitched, deep inside my colon. He looked at me, with such obvious love and respect shining in his eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He was excited. "Anything you like."

He was unable to rise to the occasion, so soon, but he certainly did his best. I was almost sorry that he had failed, but I was sore.

We lay there and talked frankly about our fantasies and dreams. I was totally honest with him, the first time I had been so honest about my personal sexual feelings with anybody, male or female. He loved my new, shaven look so much that I readily agreed to have my pubic hair permanently removed. I even admitted to the thrill that I got from standing on the toilet bowl and revealing my naked breasts to all his young players.

"I was so bloody angry that I wasn't really thinking about it too clearly at the time." I explained. "But I enjoyed it."

"I was proud of you." Peter said. "I was just going to let them think what they liked. I didn't want to lose you again." He explained with a grin. "Those little swine's dirty thoughts didn't bother me!"

"What made you tell them about your marriage plans?"

"Oh that!" He coloured up. "The little bastards were telling me what great tits you have." He gave them a gentle squeeze, thrilling me. "I certainly didn't need them, to tell me that." He kissed my erect nipples. "They taste so good, my love."

We had a sauna, followed by a cold shower.

"It's getting late now." Peter announced. "Are you coming home to bed with me, tonight?"

"Naturally sir." I grinned. "Just like I am?" I opened my arms.

"Now that you mention it." He appeared to be thinking. "Would you let me dress you now?

I nodded my head eagerly.

"Anything I choose?" He began to grin.

"I suppose--Yes!" I decided. You're not really going to take me home like this?" I looked down at my nude body. My telltale nipples were hardening again. I blushed. I felt another tingle of desire.

"I think I might have a couple of dustcoats round here." He grinned. "We can always pick up your clothing tomorrow, along with mine." He paused meaningfully. "Are you still game?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically. My body was sore, particularly in one place. I wasn't really looking forward to wearing my G string or even my tight jeans. The dustcoat sounded great to me.

We tried on two dustcoats. Mine was only slightly longer than Harry's one but Peter's was really a bit too short for him. His penis was showing when he walked.

"Oh darn it" Peter snapped his fingers. "I have to go back to the dressing room. My car keys are still in my pockets."

"Not chickening out are we?" I laughed at his dilemma.

He looked hurt that I might think that of him. Peter was not exactly shy about his body parts. He was even more daring than Sally.

"No! I was frightened that you might change your mind as soon as I opened up my locker." He explained quickly.

"You just leave your gift wrapped up. My present to you. You can open it up on your birthday in the morning and--- you can decide what I wear from now on." I said solemnly. "No more silly fights about clothing!"

To emphasise my point, I waited outside the locker room for him, in only the short dustcoat that he gave me, a reminder of my permanent change of attitude. I walked ahead of him, knowing that he could see the object of his desire swaying gracefully just a few feet ahead of him. I fantasised about the day that I would have the courage to let myself in the locker room, without telling him to make sure that he came in early, and definitely without wearing anything but a smile and perhaps some perfume.




Erotic Adventures Ch. 3



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Peter started the car, looked over at me once again and started to drive away from the deserted car-park. I undid the three buttons and slipped the dustcoat off my shoulders. His penis was already at half-mast, as they say. His member twitched and rose to meet my lips.

THE END OF THIS PART OF THE STORY

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 4



It was Peters birthday today. I looked at his sleeping form on the bed. The parcel containing my clothing was still unopened and my tiny dustcoat lay on top of it. Naturally, now, I was still naked. I loved the feel of being nude, more now than ever. I decided to stay that way while I showered, then made breakfast for both of us.

Sally's advice had worked in every way. I had my beloved Peter back in my life and I had finally conquered my silly fears about exposing my body. Her other, more intimate, change to me had made me far more sensitive in the area of my vulva by removing all of my pubic hair. My vaginal lips were far more aware of the slightest touch. As I stepped under the shower this became even more apparent. I felt far more sexual and sensuous than before. Soaping myself up, I spent more time than usual in this area and marvelled as my lips became swollen with a need for attention. My clitoris became erect and I was soon moaning with desire for an orgasm. What had she done to me?

I had changed my entire outlook on life in less than 24hrs. 

I was drying myself when the phone rang and I raced out to answer it, dropping my towel and running.

"Is that you Pam?" A female voice replied to my greeting.

"It worked, Sally!---Peter's still asleep at the moment."

I told her all about our mistake and the steps that had to be taken in order to remedy our error. I told her about the agreement that I had been forced into making with Harry, the photographer.

"He wanted to take nude photos of me." I breathed excitedly. "I had to say yes, to get him to let me in to the new dressing room."

"Oh God! You must be furious with me."

"Not really, darling.-----Peter did ask me to marry him, after all that." I smiled. "It was worth all the trouble." I giggled.

I told her almost everything about our first meeting and his guided tour of the new facilities after the young players had left.

Sally was excited for me and offered to bring my bags over later on.

"Why didn't you call in on the way home?" She asked

"We didn't get home till much later on that evening." I raved. "Thank you for all your help. I'll see you later on, I guess. He loved his present, by the way. Thank you again."

I was thrilled as we terminated the call. I had been speaking to my new sister to be. I went into the kitchen and opened the frig.

It was full of goodies for the party later on, reminding me that Peter was holding it at his,---- no!--- our place later on. I was so excited that it slipped my mind. I was moving back in.

I turned on the jug and explored my home. Everything was just as I had left it. I had lived with Peter, before we broke up, and I missed the house almost as much as I had missed my beloved. There were still pictures of us around the living room and there was one of myself and Peter standing near the pool outside. I was wearing my favourite blue bikini. It was generously cut, my bikini, but Peter had bought this skimpy 'Wicked Weasel' number that I refused to wear, even in private with just the two of us. This had led to our break up. It was the only item of clothing that I had left behind when I packed my bags. 

The sun was shining out by the pool and there were tables set up, in readiness for the party tonight. It was private enough and there were no neighbours that could overlook our private area. Peter always used to sunbathe nude and Sally very rarely wore a swimsuit when she came over to visit. I had always been the odd one out. That would change from now on! I had made up my mind.

Standing by the ranch-slider, my body was bathed in sunlight and it made me aware of my nudity, yet again. My skin was so sensitive now.

My nipples had grown and hardened when I ventured outside. The breeze caressed my naked genitals and I shivered, not with cold or even with fear. I was just more aware of my own sexuality now, a great feeling of liberation and contentment. I left the door open and went back inside to make breakfast for two.

We sat down together, both naked still, for breakfast.

"Did I leave that door open?" Peter pointed.

"No darling, I did. I went outside earlier." I smiled.

"In the nude!" A surprised look. "I still can't believe it."

Peter shook his head when I nodded as I sipped my coffee. "I thought it might have all been a dream. Thank God it wasn't."

We made our plans for the day and Peter had to go over to the grounds to lead the lads in a practice session. The party was set for 7pm that evening.

"I've still got a score to settle with those rude little buggers. Want to come and watch me putting them through their paces?"

"Oh! Sally's coming over with my bags later on."

"Maybe you'd like to stay here and catch up with your tan?"

"Great idea! I come and watch next week, some time, I promise."

We continued to make our plans and went back to the bedroom. Peter dressed, indicating my gift wrapped clothes. 

"I'd better take these dustcoats back." He grinned. "We might need them again, some time?" He nudged me and laughed.

I shook my head when he tried to hand me the parcel, waving it away.

"I'll let you open the parcel tonight." I confirmed. "Have you still got that bikini around here? --- Just in case I have to answer the door while you're away?"

He reached into his bedside cupboard with a wide smile.

"You're going to wear it?" He asked.

"Any time you like from now on." I laughed. "I've learned my lesson." I took it from his hand. "Even at the party tonight if you like?" I laughed.

"That's a date!" He grinned. "We will make it a pool party with swimwear absolutely mandatory for all guests,--to begin with anyway."

I waved as Peter drove away, from behind the curtains in the living room. I then proceeded to open the package to look at the reason that Peter and I had argued. After yesterday, it didn't seem so bad. It was a Micro-minimus label in a light blue tone that had cost Peter a lot of money for something so tiny. I hadn't even tried it on. It was as light as a feather and so small in the crotch that it would have showed my pubic hair, if I had, at the time. That was no longer a huge problem after Sally had removed the fuzz, the night before last. I went back to the bedroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror. As I already knew, my lips were parted and moist and revealed my inner labia in an alarmingly indiscrete way. I looked like a slut. Anything had to be better that appearing in front of others that way. As disgusting as it looked to me, with my pale flesh under my old bikini line making my dark pink inner labia even more prominent, old Harry had praised my body. He couldn't help staring at my smoothly shaven lips, even more than my naked breasts. It was also the first thing that Peter had focussed his attention on. 

I blushed as I remembered my first meeting with Harry. I intended to put on my suit and spend some time by the pool until Sally arrived, eager to tan the milky white flesh as soon as I could. I remembered the sun bed at the gymnasium and vowed to use it as soon as possible.

I looked over at Peter's clothing. He had left his jacket behind and I reached over. Harry's card was still there so I pulled it out and looked at it again. It reminded me of the urgency to improve my tan.

I put the card on the dresser and tried on the suit. As I had feared it barely covered my vaginal lips but it looked more decent to me than my hairless pussy did, before. There was only a thin cord that ran through the parting of the cheeks of my bottom at the back, but it was better than nothing at all. I tried on the top and looked in the mirror. The tiny wisps of cloth barely covered my nipples and aureole area but again, it was better than nothing at all. I turned around and looked at my own reflection. I was sorry that I had been so bold as to offer to wear it to the party tonight. Sally had told me that it was planned to be an intimate affair, with only close friends invited. I hoped she was right. Something made me pick up Harry's card.

"I'll ring him as soon as I've spoken to Sally again. I'll try to put him off for a week or two." I said aloud. I was worried again.

I dialled her number.

"Sally has gone out for a while." Rebecca replied. "She took your cases with her. She said she was calling by, to see you. How did her plan go?"

"All's well!" I replied curtly. "I'm back with Peter again."

I had never really liked Rebecca. She was competition as far as I was concerned. Fortunately, Peter wasn't attracted to her in the same way as me. We exchanged brief pleasantries and I hung up. At least Sally hadn't told her the full story. I still wanted to know who was coming but I would have to wait for Sally's arrival, to find out. I dialled again.

"Hello Pam, sweetheart. How did your meeting go?"

It was Harry that answered in a very pleasant and friendly manner. I was dying to tell someone so I told him that I was back, living with Peter. Naturally, I didn't give him all of the intimate details but I told him about my confrontation with the players. He was like my own father and I opened up to him more than I normally would have. After all, he had seen more of my naked body than my father ever would. I chatted to him and it was good to pass the time with someone like him, while I was waiting for Sally. I told him that I intended to tan my body up some more, out by the pool and asked if he could wait for a couple of weeks or so before I modelled for him. He went quiet.

"That's what I wanted to capture." He began. "You body is so gorgeous, with those tan lines just the way they are right now."

"It looks rude." I protested. I makes my--you know--pubic area stand out too much." I was blushing like a schoolgirl again. I still couldn't describe my concern to him, let alone say vaginal lips.

"Not to me, sweet lady." Harry was chuckling. "That's why I wanted you to pose for me." He paused waiting for my answer. I was stunned, speechless. "It's a true celebration of your womanhood in my estimation, my sweet. You have the loveliest young body I've seen in a long time. What on earth do you think you're ashamed of, anyway?"

"It's just that I don't think it looks all that nice." I argued my case. "I'm not used to it yet."

"Nonsense! I think you look really beautiful in the nude." He chuckled. "Mind you, I haven't seen you with any clothes on, yet."

Harry had such a way with his words that I found myself agreeing to let him come over and preserve my look for posterity, right away. He convinced me that a mounted photo, taken by him, would make the best birthday present of all for Peter. Obviously, I hadn't told him about satisfying Peter's curiosity about anal sex last night.

"All right then, Harry." I murmured. "I'll be here all day. I hope it's not too much trouble for you." I was in shock.

"No trouble at all! I'll talk to you about some other modelling assignments when I get there." Harry confirmed my agreement before I had a chance to change my mind. We terminated the call, leaving me in a state of confusion. The last thing I expected was to be called on to honour my agreement with Harry right away. As much as I had merely fantasised about posing in the nude for him, I wasn't really ready for that, just yet. Yet, now that I knew he was coming over today I was gripped by an odd excitement that made my body tingle with a new anticipation. What did Harry mean about some other modelling jobs that he had in mind? What did he want?

Now that I had my bikini on, I decided to open the curtains and let some more light into the lounge. At least I would be able to see when Sally arrived. I went back to the bedroom and re-examined myself in the mirror. I made some minor adjustments to the bottoms to see if I could raise the coverage of my pubic area a bit. The suit had been designed to show as much flesh above the natural formation of my vaginal lips as possible, whilst remaining 'legally' dressed, sitting right on my pubic bone. The more I pulled the top part up, the more the suit slipped in between the folds of my vagina. I gave up trying. 

From the back view, it appeared that I was nude. I was glad I had kept my posterior muscles toned with exercise and at least the flesh of my bum wasn't flabby, like some other girls I knew. 

"I guess It doesn't look too bad." I muttered, nerves jangling.

I began to do the housework while I was waiting. I felt naked, even with my new swimsuit on. Rays of sunlight warmed my flesh and I tried to put my appearance out of my mind. I looked longingly at the parcel and I was severely tempted to open it. No! I had promised Peter that he could open it. At least he would know that I had kept to my word.

I thought it was Sally, when the doorbell rang. I raced for the front door, standing behind it as I opened it for Sally.

"Thank God you're here--" I began, stopping midstream as I saw Harry standing there with two cameras over his shoulder. I blushed, but let him in, quickly closing the door behind him.

"Would you like a coffee, Harry?" I gave him an embarrassed smile. "I thought it was my--girlfriend with the rest of my clothes." I stammered. "She's due any minute."

Harry smiled and placed his cameras on the coffee table, looking around at the tidy room.

"Where's young Peter,---gone off to practice already?"

"I'm just waiting for my makeup to arrive--Sally--it's coming."

I spluttered, stalling for time. "She should have been here by now."

"That's alright, my dear. You don't really need it for what I have in mind, the more natural the better." Harry looked out at the pool area. "We'll just start off by taking a few shots out there, by the pool." He looked back at me. "We'll do some in your swimsuit and then, when you feel more comfortable, you can take it off for me."

Harry was the consummate charmer. He twinkled his eyes as he looked me over. He seemed to like seeing me, in my 'Wicked Weasel' swimsuit.

"You still look lovely to me, Pamela." He sighed. "I just wish we had made time yesterday-----to get a few shots at the studio." He picked up a camera. "Shall we go outside? I'm ready now!"

Harry wasn't giving me much choice.

"Is my hair alright?" I patted my head to check that my short, wavy blonde hair was in place. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"You'll be fine, Pam. Don't be nervous." He broke out in a reassuring smile as he beckoned me outside. "Mind you, you were quite nervous yesterday,---but you still looked gorgeous to me." He smiled.

His reminder of the way that we met reassured me somehow. My body was still tensed, but with an excitement rather than an unwillingness to pose for him. Harry seemed so understanding and before I spoke again, he assured me that the area would do justice to my beauty.

"Just stand by the Bar-B-Que table and smile at me, love. Don't look straight into the camera." Click "That's right!" Click "Play with your hair a little." Click "You've done this before I think?"

I relaxed and followed his instructions as he took a number of candid shots as I pirouetted and rubbed my hands all over my body. It made me more daring and I was truly exhilarated by now. I played with the fastenings of my suit, debating and then deciding to get it over with as soon as possible.

"When you're ready?" Harry smiled as I removed my top.

He took more photos as I moved around, according to his instructions.

"Anytime now!" He called as I returned to the area where I had removed my top. "Oh Pam, can you put that bikini away, out of sight? We don't want to see it in the photos." He checked his film.

I knew what he meant. Biting my lower lip, I tentatively undid the string that held my bikini bottoms in place. My nipples were hard and erect and I fervently hoped that my tense labial lips were not parted obscenely, similarly aroused. After a moments indecision, I quickly uncovered myself and scampered over to the ranch-slider, throwing them behind the open door. All the while, I could hear Harry's camera still clicking away. The moment that wispy suit left the tips of my fingers, I realised that I was enjoying myself. I had fantasised about this moment, ever since I agreed to do it. Now that I was naked again I tried to ignore the creeping sensuality that overcame my daft girlish inhibitions and gain courage from Harry's flattering remarks. I quickly turned to face him again. I felt myself blushing as I tried to smile and walked slowly back to the sun chair next to the pool.

Harry's eyes were gleaming as I sat down, quickly placing my legs together and throwing back my head, knees raised defensively.

"How's that?" I gave him a cheeky smile. "All nude!"

"Come on Pam. You can do it?" He encouraged. "You know what we want to capture. The sun's warming your body up nicely. Just pretend I'm not here and open yourself up to the camera and let the sun do it's work." He came closer.

"B-But, I'm a bit w-wet down there at the moment." I stammered.

"Look Pam!" Harry crouched beside me. "Some girls have to use Vaseline." He saw the confusion in my eyes. "To achieve the look that we want, professional models often have to smear lubricant over their inner lips to get the look that we want. You have that naturally, my dear. I've seen it, remember? Now just think about something else, use your imagination if you would?"

"Sorry Harry, I'll try." I promised. He was so understanding.

I drifted into my own fantasy world and closed my eyes. I was out on a desert island. The sun was warming my body, making me more sexually excited. I rubbed my hands over my breasts, lightly pinching my large distended nipples as I passed over them. Peter was watching me and I opened my legs to show him how much I wanted him. The sound of the camera was all I could hear. I could hear a low whistle as I moved my bottom forward and played with my soaking wet lips. I could tell that I was wide open and Peter wanted access to my tight rosebud again. The old man was gone and in his place Peter was licking his chops and getting ready to ravish me. My fingers were sticky as I removed them from my engorged vaginal lips. I knew that my inner labia was fully aroused but I no longer cared. I slid and wriggled my bottom forward to meet his hardened turgid member, poised to enter me. I placed my hands away at my sides and pushed myself upward. Positioned now for ease of entry, my knees parted fully, I let out a soft moan and raised my bottom even more. I was almost about to orgasm. My body began to shudder when I heard an excited voice.

"Brilliant! Keep it up, just like that Pam." Harry was rapt.

I was shocked from my fantasy world and opened my startled eyes. Now back in the real world, I could see Harry and his camera standing in front of me but there was someone else standing behind him. My hands flew to cover my breasts and my knees slammed shut in a split second. My eyes were out of focus and I was truly alarmed.

To Be Continued... 

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 5



Chapter 5: A Huge Shock For Pam

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I was jerked back from the brink of the most delicious orgasm to face reality. I was shaking now, rather than shuddering, out of control.

"What! the--" I gasped as my eyes focussed on Sally, smiling at me in disbelief.

"I never would have believed it. Wow!" She walked quickly on toward me. "Congratulations, my love." She kissed me on my beet red cheek. "Another birthday present for Peter, so soon?"

I found my voice, stopped shaking and relaxed again.

"See what you've done to me!" I smiled and giggled nervously.

"A distinct improvement as I see it, darling." Sally giggled as she whispered into my ear. "I saw the new swimsuit as I came in. It's about time you realised how gorgeous you look, without it."

Sally was taking off her blouse as she spoke. Her tanned breasts were unsupported. She walked back to the ranch-slider, twirling her blouse above her head like a stripper. I realised that she was undoing her short wraparound skirt as she moved inside the house. What was going on? How did she get inside the house? I thought I had locked it.

I looked at Harry. He was changing to another roll of film and he was smiling at me. I was still very red in the face, flushed with shame.

"Now you're getting there!" He complemented me. "Those last few poses were exactly what I was looking for, today." He looked at his watch. "We've got plenty of time if you want to go for a swim with Sally. I can get a few shots with both of you together." He leaned over me and lowered his voice. "Just forget I'm here. I'm sorry that I spoke too soon. Whatever it was that you were thinking of, please try it again." He apologised for interrupting my orgasm.

"I-I don't know what came over me." I stuttered, turning my eyes from his piercing blue eyes for a moment. "I'm so ashamed."

"Just do whatever comes naturally, my darling. Sally and I know each other well enough by now. I won't be shocked." He gave me a knowing wink. "Be yourself!"

I thought about the events of yesterday. I began to wonder exactly how well he knew Sally. I knew that she had done some nude modelling.

"Has Sally modelled for you before, Harry?" I asked innocently as I opened my legs again, more relaxed now that my childhood friend was here. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sally emerge casually from the house, completely naked now, smiling and coming back toward us again. She flicked on the switch for the pool filter.

"I don't know about you, Pam, but I feel like a swim? Watching you enjoy yourself, like that, has made me quite randy." 

Her long dark hair was draped carelessly over her shoulder and she spoke to Harry.

"Did you tell Pam the truth about yesterday yet?" 

The look on Harry's kindly old face said it all. He was mortified. "Oops!" She gave me an apologetic smile. 

Like a bolt of lightning, it dawned on me. Pam had set me up. She had known all along that Peter was in a different dressing room. It all made perfect sense and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Whether she did it intentionally or not, she had changed my life. I was quite stunned by my suspicions but looked up to speak to her.

There was something different about Sally's vagina. As I was thinking about how I should react, I couldn't help noticing that her clitoris seemed a bit larger than usual. She was excited, both emotionally and sexually and there was a glint of metal down there. I sat up, with a bolt from the blue as I realised what she had done to herself.

"You've got a genital piercing now!" The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop myself. My voice betrayed my surprise.

"We've got some catching up to do." She acknowledged casually. "Come for a swim and I'll tell you about it." She invited, diving into the pool.

"Go ahead, Pam." Harry acknowledged my inquiring look. "It'll help to cool you off." He cackled. "You're a bit flushed, just at the moment." He busied himself with his camera, turning away from the harsh sunlight.

I realised that he was right, but he had forgotten about my excited state. I touched myself. I was still very wet down there.

"The filter takes care of it!" Pam yelled out, laughing as she swam back to the steps. I coloured up all over again. She had watched me playing with myself. Was there no end to my shame? I wasted little time in joining her in the water. I dived straight into the crystal blue, shimmering water of the pool to hide my shame. I realised that I had never swum in the nude before, either. The water caressed my naked breasts and then my sensitive vulva as my body sliced through the water. By the time I surfaced I had made my decision. I would thank Sally from the bottom of my heart for helping me overcome my inhibitions this way. It had been a bit brutal at the time but there was no denying that the changes in my life, as the result of Sally's prank, were beneficial and enjoyable. Before now, I had believed my parents and hidden the 'naughty bits' of my body away from others and would never have considered touching myself in front of anybody other than my intended husband. Even then, it was usually in darkness.



"Be yourself!"--- "Just do what comes naturally."

Harry's words of wisdom repeated in my brain. If only that gentle, enlightened old man had been my father I would be like Sally, totally uninhibited, like Peter. I had always admired both of them, even as children. I made up my mind to thank Sally in the way that she would most enjoy. I knew that she loved women almost as much as men. If I hadn't been quite drunk, I would never have let her shave my most private parts the other night. It was the first time that I had taken off my panties in front of her but I knew that she enjoyed touching me, down there. I had long suspected that her and Rebecca were lovers as well as flatmates and had steadfastly refused to let Rebecca watch as Sally removed all my pubic hair. 

I swam underwater and surfaced beside my long-time childhood heroine. I slid up her naked body, hugging her and kissing her full on the lips as I broke the surface again. I didn't resist as Sally returned my kiss and touched my shaven pussy in the same way that Peter did. I felt totally liberated as I returned her touch, much to her obvious delight. I was finally free! Breast to breast and hips to hips, we embraced. No words needed to be said as I thanked her. I was vaguely aware that Harry was using his camera to record my very first lesbian experience. I owed him almost as much as Sally and he had intimated that I should be myself, assuring me that he wouldn't be shocked. I trusted his words completely now.

"My, My!" Sally breathed as I touched her genital piercing. "You certainly have changed, Pamela my darling." She was flushed with excitement. "Lets get out of the pool and let Harry get some shots of us? He didn't bring an underwater camera today." She explained her reasons, quietly whispering in my ear. 

Nodding eagerly now, I followed her up the pool steps and back into the sunlight. The sun warmed my naked skin deliciously and I put my arm around her.

"Are you ready to take some shots of the two of us, together?"

"Yes indeed!" Harry replied to Sally's unnecessary question.

He had already seen everything and was even clicking away as he spoke.

His expression was one of understanding and delight.

"I'm really proud of you, Pamela." Harry enthused. "Do you want me to be quiet while you're dreaming this time, my dear?

I blushed and gratefully smiled at him.

"That's alright Harry. I think I'm over my nerves, with you." 

I ran over and kissed him on his weathered cheek. I whispered in his ear so that Sally didn't hear.

"It might help if you make your instructions sound more like an order." 

"Why dear?" Harry was astonished.

"In my fantasies, I pretend that I am helpless to refuse your demands. I pretend that you are Peter." I blushed. I have to do everything you ask me to." I explained shyly.

Harry nodded his head in understanding. A smile came over his face.

"I'll bear that in mind from now on, my little dove." Quietly.

He sharpened his tone slightly. "Come on girls! Lets all get back to work!" He smiled at me. "That better!"

Giggling uncontrollably I ran back to Sally. I turned to face Harry.

"Yes sir!" I gave him a mock salute.

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By the time we all went inside for lunch, Harry was the only person with clothing on. I had lost my fear of expressing my sexuality to Harry completely. I was determined not to be so shy about being seen naked and put my bikini on the bed with Sally's clothing. There were only two garments on the bed, a short wraparound skirt and a thin blouse. No panties and no bra! She was even more uninhibited than I thought. I still had to find out about her piercing. I looked forward to a 'girl talk' when Harry left after lunch.

Sally was making hot drinks when I walked back to join them. I didn't even pull the curtains before I sat at the table, facing the opaquely glazed front door so I could see if anybody came up the pathway.

Harry and Sally talked to me about other projects that they had later considered for me, inviting me to join them as a permanent, well paid model. I had previously imagined Harry as a club photographer with a keen interest in taking a few raunchy photos for his own amusement. I was amazed when Sally told me that glamour photography was Harry's speciality and had been for years. He had captured women in revealing poses for all of his professional life.

"When I started, back in the sixties, it was all very subdued nudity." Harry took over. "Shots like we did today were totally illegal and the models were never bold enough to show everything anyway." His eyes twinkled. "Fortunately, the last forty years have seen attitudes change and most of what we've done today is perfectly acceptable, even in magazines."

He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, admiring me.

"What sort of work would you want me to do?" I gasped.

"You, my little dove, are a natural! I knew it right from the start, when I first saw you." His smile warmed. "I would like you to keep those tan lines as long as you can, staying just the way you are as long as possible. Sally is lovely, but there is a real market for newcomers, with a touch of reluctance." He paused and looked at me. I was getting excited and my telltale nipples were as hard as rocks. Harry smiled and continued speaking. "You see, I know you take a lot of pleasure in showing yourself, even though you don't think it's a good thing to do. That why you fantasise so much."

"You realised that?" I was shocked.

"It's perfectly natural, my little darling. I understand you completely!" He paused as I began to take his words in. "I'll prove it to you if you like?"

"What do you mean, Harry?" I was intrigued. He was so astute.

Harry smiled, picking up his camera again.

"Get up and go and stand over there!" He barked. "By the window and close your eyes and imagine Peter's football team, outside on the street, looking at you, if it helps?"

"You are joking?" My body began to tingle, deliciously.

"Far from it, my dear!" Harry rasped. "Now do it!"

Like a robot, I followed his instructions as his camera clicked. I tentatively stood by the window, looking outside to make sure that no-one was there.

"Close your eyes!" He ordered. "Just let yourself go and trust old Harry." His camera was still clicking. "That's great! Now play with yourself!" 

He was ordering my to pleasure myself. I obeyed in a trance.

I was transported back to the dressing room. This time, I opened up the toilet door and all those young teenagers were shocked rigid. This time I stood with my hands on my hips and opened my legs, to allow then to feast their eyes on my smoothly shaven vagina. Peter was so proud. He ordered me to show them, in no uncertain terms, that there was a huge difference between a desirable young woman and a frightened little boy.

"That's right! Open up your lips and show these little bastards what we did behind that toilet door." Peter ordered.

I touched myself and moaned as a wave of orgasmic pleasure overcame my fear. My body began to tremble as I caressed my clitoris. This time, I had a small golden ring like Sally's attached to my most secret place. I began to shudder and my knees were getting weaker. My vagina was soaking wet as I feverishly induced the most delicious orgasm of my life, knowing that those young lads all had raging hard members, standing to attention in my honour. 

I had know way of knowing whether Peter was going to let them use me afterward. I didn't care anymore. I actually wanted to feel their eager hands, all over me.

"Drop to the floor!" A voice yelled at me.

I collapsed, gasping and moaning as I became vaguely aware of a car going past the front gate and a camera clicking in the background. I was conscious of the voice not being Peter's, but Harry's. I was so lost in the sensations that my body was experiencing that I lay there fully exposed to the camera, no longer caring who or what saw me. My love juices ran down my leg as I struggled for breath. Orgasm was now subsiding, the camera stopped clicking and I kept my eyes closed. At this point, reality had kicked in again. I was flushed with shame and too embarrassed to open my eyes. What had I done? The room was silent and I kept my eyes closed as my breathing returned to normal.

Suddenly I felt a strong male hand grasp my arm and gently pull. My body tingled at his touch and it felt familiar.

"You can open your eyes now, darling" 

It sounded like Peter again but it couldn't be, could it? I kept my eyes closed as he helped me to my feet. I was still scared to open them. My brain raced. If it WAS Peter, what would he think of me? I had made the most awful fool of myself. I trembled as I surrendered to a warm, passionate kiss. It WAS Peter! Nobody else could make me feel that way. He was fully dressed. I could feel his rough clothing against my sensitive skin. My body was tense as I opened my eyes and returned his ardour. I was speechless as he led me back to the table. I could see that Harry was packing away his camera gear, his back was toward me. Sally was still sitting at the table, a beaming smile on her face. Peter was pulling a chair out for me so that I could sit down again. I sat with my eyes lowered.

"Well young lady! Do you trust what I tell you now?" Harry looked over to me. "Do you want to work with me again?" He smiled and looked directly at me with his lovely blue eyes. "Well?"

I looked at Peter. One look was all I needed. I nodded my head.

"Oh yes! Yes Harry, thank you."

Sally squeezed my hand while Peter hugged me from behind. I had a brand new career as a nude model, working with Sally and perhaps even Rebecca. I smiled as we all began to talk at once.

To Be Continued In The Future????

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To My Readers: 

I could leave the story here, or I could continue to please your eyes and imagination with various tales of Pam, Sally, Rebecca and perhaps even Peter and his teenaged football team. There are many possibilities to make this an epic novel. It really is up to you, the reader. I have agonised about upsetting Laurel and Manu in the past, not knowing if anybody actually reads my work apart from those that choose to vote. 

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 6



The scent of my sex drifted into my nostrils and I quickly excused myself to freshen up. I ran to the shower and quickly removed all the traces of my juices, still unable to comprehend the embarrassing way that Peter had discovered me. On my first modelling assignment too. The way I had exposed myself to the old man's camera. Mmmm. My sexual excitement was undiminished as I resolved to rejoin the small group, still nude. I had looked at my discarded bikini on the way back. I still didn't know what my beloved Peter really thought about finding me stark naked, in among the others. My suitcases were neatly stowed by my bed, with all my entire wardrobe in them, including my old favourite blue bikini. Carelessly laying in the bed was that flimsy little 'Wicked Weasel' number. Three wispy pieces of cloth and a lot of string that masqueraded as a full bikini swimsuit. 

"Might as well stay in the nude." I nervously muttered away to myself. I was aware of my voice. "God! I'm scared again." I agonised for a few more moments but then I decided against it. "Be yourself Pam." Harry's wise advice returned to calm me.

The small group clapped me as I re-entered the room. I smiled and sat down. They were all praising my modelling efforts, including my Peter much to my relief. It seemed he was as pleased as his sister, Sally. 

We sat around the table, talking and eating for nearly another hour.

It seems that everybody knew about Sally's little prank but Peter and I. I had the distinct feeling that Harry had thought of the idea but Sally took all the credit. We all laughed about it over a late lunch. I found out that Peter's early arrival home was totally unexpected, but Sally had saved the day yet again. Peter had arrived home early but Sally had sneaked outside, in the nude still, to bring him in quietly, without my knowledge. 

I was amazed that she had been silly or brave enough to rush outside the front door to inform Peter without her clothes on. Sally laughed.

"Oh that! I've had to do far more demanding things that that for Harry." She smiled at him. "Haven't I, Boss."

"It's something you will get used to." Agreed Harry, smiling at me. "Baby steps!" He said lightly. "You've done well so far, Pam."

Sally hugged me and kissed me lightly. I blushed as she pulled away.

"What a double birthday surprise!" She hooted with laughter.

"It looks like I owe you one, Sis!" Peter laughed too.

He had been amazed to find me on the floor, with Harry's camera in heated overdrive, recording the event for his birthday. I had been lost in the grip of a major orgasm and didn't hear a thing. I was glad that he didn't appear to be upset with me. I had felt like such a slut at the time. I guessed that I had been in shock.

"I'll get a few proofs out this afternoon for you." Harry promised. "You can pick the one you like the most and I'll have it framed for both of you, Peter." Harry was enthusiastic and friendly.

"Don't go on my account." Peter protested as Harry packed his bags to leave. "Carry on filming, if you like?" He gave me a wolfish grin. "It looked like Pamela was enjoying herself."

"No! I was going anyway." Harry grinned. I was simply proving my point to Pamela, before I left for the day." He patted his bag. "I now have to get these developed. I'll see you all before the party starts and show you what a great model your wife is."

WIFE! It had a lovely sound to it. Peter made no attempt to correct Harry's slip of the tongue. He just held out his hand to Harry. 

Harry shook hands with Peter and left, kissing me on the cheek first. 

"Now remember Pam. Be yourself." He smiled at me. "You're among friends now." He let himself out, waving goodbye.

Sally left us, not long after Harry did. She helped me explain some more about what had gone on that morning, to Peter. We were too busy explaining about the new job and reliving the session for Peter's benefit to get into the personal question I wanted to ask her. Sally and I went into the bedroom together while she dressed for the drive home. It only took her a few seconds to put her blouse and skirt on so I didn't even have time to ask her about her new piercing. I was sad that we never had time for a 'girl chat'.

"See you guys about 7 tonight!" She waved as she went out the door. Suddenly Peter and I were alone in the house, together.

Peter swooped me into his arms and kissed me, even more passionately than before. I had a warm feeling as I returned his passion.

"Just to think?" Peter was breathless. I have Sally to thank for all of this." He put me down and admired my nude body again.

"Where did you put the new swimsuit?" Looking around the room. "I don't see it!" He smiled. "You look so much better without it, to me anyway."

"I was wearing it this morning,----before Harry charmed it off me." I gave him a shy smile. "It's so light that you don't even know when you're wearing it, anyway." Peter looked so astonished and proud of me that I continued to surprise him. "I'll be wearing it for you tonight and whenever you like from now on." I decided. "I do love you so much!" I hugged him. "I put it away in our bedroom?" I beckoned at him expectantly, hoping he would take my broad hint.

"One thing puzzles me, my love?" He was smiling wolfishly at me, ignoring my invitation, furrowing his brow.

"Yes darling?" I was nervous again.

"What was it that Harry was proving to you. Tell me all about it,-----just so that I can understand those lovely changes in you."

It was obvious that Peter approved of my actions. Now that we were alone in the house, together, I opened up to him fully. I told him all about the fantasies that I had used to get over my earlier fears and girlish inhibitions. I went red-faced when I told him about the last one in particular. I hoped that he wouldn't think that I really wanted to show myself off to his team, that way. Peter smiled when I told him that I had asked Harry to be demanding, order me to comply. 

"I used Harry's voice and imagined that it was yours, darling."

"So let me get this straight?" He said. "You were obeying whatever Harry told you to do and he was actually taking my place?"

"I actually told him that I would do whatever he wanted as long as it sounded like an order from you." I blushed and nodded. "I would too, darling." I defended, getting redder in the face.

"Can I put that theory of yours to the test?" Peter was still probing at me, speaking slowly and thoughtfully.

I nodded quickly. I lowered my head, thinking while Peter teased me.

"Yes darling! I really want to please you from now on." I just gushed it out. "I do love you so much." I looked him in the eye. I'll do whatever you say from now on." I smiled at Peter, eagerly scanning his face. 

He got that wolfish grin back in no time. He looked me up and down.

"Very good! I'll have to think about it." He gazed at me.

I straightened up and my blood ran cold. Even before he decided how to test me, I realised what I had let myself in for. I had decided to obey his wishes, whatever they were. I had been so miserable while we were apart. I was far too ashamed to admit that taking my orders from Peter was a lot more preferable than being responsible for my actions and taking instructions from my lover seemed to free my inhibitions. It raised certain questions in my confused mind. I thought about it.

Had I enjoyed standing at the open window? Was I a slut all along and just didn't know it before? I felt scared and proud at the same time.

"Go into the bedroom and put on the same bikini that you were wearing before." He sharpened his voice. "Now, Babe!"

He sat back at the table, pointing to the bedroom, with a neutral expression on his face that I had never seen before. It was nearly impossible for me to know whether he was angry, pleased, annoyed or just being masterful. I was excited and anxious not to disappoint him by delaying the inevitable.

"Whatever you say, my darling." I smiled adoringly at him.

I left hurriedly and fumbled as I put the bikini on. My thoughts were racing but I felt the same sort of excitement that I had when Harry was taking photos of me. My mind wandered back into my fantasy world again.

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I wasn't thinking about what I was doing as I put the bikini on. I had just got up this morning and I was totally nude again. The front doorbell went and Peter ordered me to answer it at once. I hid behind the door and opened it. It was the young club captain from Peter's football team and he was in a big rush. He barged in and looked at me in admiration. Now, Peter had always told me to be proud of my body. I stood there while the young player gaped at me, not attempting to cover myself in any way. He advanced toward me and-----------. I was interrupted.

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"You got that bikini on yet!" Peter's voice from the living room snapped me out of it.

"Just another minute, my darling!" I called back.

I looked in the mirror and my fantasy had made me all pre-orgasmic.

Horrified but proud at the same time, I went back out to the lounge, dressed to please Peter. My nipples were straining at the wispy cloth and my aureoles were visible. My vulva was puffed up and I looked like the slut that the chaste half of me felt. The sluttish half was more than ready to obey any demand my intended husband cared to make.

"There darling!" I was breathless as I pirouetted before him.

"WOW!" He whistled as I turned in front of him. "Thank goodness you've lost those inhibitions of yours, Pamela." He was excited.

I noted the tent in front of his shorts as he stood.

"The bedroom again?" I suggested hopefully, more than ready to have anal sex if he insisted. My body was tingling, expectantly.

"There's just one last thing first?" The wolf appeared again.

"Name it!" I smiled happily. "I already told you that I would wear this tonight for you.---Nothing else." I added hastily.

"I want you to go and get my car. I've got a little something on the front seat for you. It's on the front passenger seat."

"Go and get the car?" I was confused. "In the driveway?"

"Sorry darling! I had to leave it out on the street this time."

His words sank in and I became nervous again.

"B-But y-you always park in the driveway." I stuttered. "W-Why"

Peter interrupted my question with the answer I dreaded.

"With two other cars in our driveway?" He raised his voice an octave. "I had to park it out on the street!" He emphasised as he handed me the keys. "I'll watch you from the window." Assuring me with a smile. "Now hurry along! Can't you see that I'm anxious to get that bikini off you again?" He pointed to the tent. "Now!"

I knew that I was being tested. This time, I didn't dare drift into my fantasy world. No need! As I gingerly opened the front door and peered outside I heard Peter speak to me in a soft, loving voice.

"What's that, Darling?" I replied. Had he changed his mind?

"I just said don't forget to make sure that I locked the back trunk." The wolf was back. "I might have forgotten when Sally came out with nothing on." He explained. "Be quick now! No traffic at the moment." He looked back out the window. The wolf's fangs were able to be seen. Peter was smiling and there was no point in delay. I checked the keys and ran out into the street, desperate to get it over with as quickly as possible. "Baby steps!" Harry's words rang in my ear.

My head anxiously turned from left to right and a cool afternoon breeze made me painfully aware of my lightly clad body. I was almost like I had nothing on at all. At the end of our driveway my jiggling breasts had both popped free of the cloth and I stopped to fix them up and make myself 'decent' again. While I fumbled with my suit I was even more aware of my telltale nipples, hard as rocks. I looked back at Peter and he was standing there, enjoying every minute from the safety of our lounge. I remembered that Sally had met him out in the street with no suit at all, totally nude. 

"Baby steps!" I remembered.

I waved at Peter and walked slowly for the thirty yards left to go so that I wouldn't need to stop again. I could see cars approaching in the distance and two of our neighbours mowing their lawns across the street. Sunday afternoon looked normal enough. I hadn't distracted the neighbours YET! 

The front car was faster than the others so I had to make a quick decision. I elected to remain at my present slower pace. I checked the trunk first. I was unlocked so I fumbled to find the right key. At least Peter's car would partially shield me from the rapidly approaching vehicle. I locked it just as the car slowed down to take a second look at me. I quickly turned and waved as they went past and I heard the brakes squeal. I edged around the car, on the driver's side with my naked bottom next to the hot metal of the car. This made matters worse. My nipples stood out like beacons and the neighbours stopped mowing their lawns. Had they had heard the car brakes too? 

I was spectacularly unsuccessful in my efforts to unlock Peter's car door, with my back to it. It was impossible. The following cars were about to pass so I gave them a silly grin and waved to them too. To my absolute horror, both drivers tooted their horns and waved back. The only saving grace was that they kept on going. By now, I had a small crowd of eager spectators, waiting for me to turn around to get into the car.

I had no choice. Biting my lower lip with embarrassment, I turned to get the right key in the lock and exit myself from their view.

It's so hard to concentrate on a relatively simple task when a young girl's heart is thumping, the darned key won't fit and there is a steady chorus of hooting and whistling going on at the same time.

God knows what our neighbours must have thought of me by the time I finally slipped into the car seat, what seemed like an hour later.

I gasped as the hot vinyl seat made contact with the naked flesh of my bottom. I fumbled with the ignition key, trying to ignore my own burning flesh. My nipples were aching and I could smell my own juices as I ultimately started the car. Putting on a brave expression I tried to smile as I put the car in gear, waved at my fans and drove off.

I let out a mighty sigh of relief as the car moved forward. 

"Whew!" I did a three point turn and headed back to our home driveway, noting that my fan club had grown as people seemed to come out of their houses. No doubt my spectators had called out to some of the others in the family, to tell them what they had seen.

Without thinking about it as clearly as I might have, I drove in and parked the car facing the house. Had I not been so flustered, I might have backed in instead. That way the car door might have shielded me for just that little bit longer.

"No use crying over spilt milk." I nervously muttered. 

Peter was still watching me from the lounge window, smiling like a Cheshire Cat crossed with a wolf. He had finally got his wish and he succeeded in showing me off to all our friends. He must have been ecstatic. 

I sat in the car, trying to normalise my breathing and hoping like crazy that the neighbours would go back inside their houses. Quickly I checked the rear view mirror with baited breath. 

"God! There's more people out there than ever." I muttered.

I was more sexually excited and Peter was now beckoning me inside the house. I couldn't disappoint Peter now. I had to move.

A combination of mounting sexual need, false bravado and a mistaken belief that the neighbours might turn away their eyes prompted me to open my door again. I put my legs out, making sure all the little knobs were down and extracting the ignition key. I made sure that I had the right door key so that my time of exposure would be limited to the least possible time. I checked that my erect nipples were as decently covered as they could be, bearing in mind their excited state, and bit my lower lip. 

As reluctant as the chaste half of me was to show my naked backside to my public again, I was tingling with excitement at the same time. My sluttish half was severely tempted to remove my swimsuit and walk around the back of the car, totally in the nude.

My former self won! I quickly got out and locked up Peter's car. "Whoops! Forgot the parcel!" I muttered, nervous again. 

Sensing a hundred pairs of eyes, evaluating my bare bottom, I quickly unlocked and reached in. The hoots and cheers confirmed my worst suspicions. My fan club had definitely grown. I was shaking with fear

as I reverted to my previous fantasy, having no choice. I re-lived it again as I relocked the car until I got to the front door. It helped me to deaden the cheering and whistling in the background. I ignored my bikini top when it slipped sideways, off my nipples.

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The same as earlier, I stood there as the handsome young club captain advanced, rooted to the spot. His intentions were now very clear and I moved my feet apart, a little. I blushed as he groped around at my vulnerable body. I gasped as his hands moved downward and I began to moan. 

"Yes! That feels good." 

He put his eager hand in between my legs, silently nodding. I opened my legs up fully, powerless to resist. I melted. Mmmmmmm???

"Why? I whispered. "Peter's in the bedroom!" I warned him.

"Peter told me that you can't get enough." He leered crudely.

I closed my eyes and allowed his index finger full access to my, now aching, love nest. If this was what my beloved wanted, then who was I to stop the young man? I co-operated as Peter would wish, shuddering as the young man lifted me off my feet and laid me on the living-room sofa. He stood there for ages, just admiring my body. 

"Do you like my new piercing?" Pointing to the object of the young man's attention. "Do you want me?"

"Oh Yes!" He was struggling with his shorts, muscles bulging.

I smiled as I opened myself more fully and beckoned him over. To my surprise, I wanted him inside me more than ever. I spread myself wide as he ripped off his shorts. He was---

My dream was interrupted, just before the player ravaged me.

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"Jeez! You did well!" Peter was excited. "I thought you would run like a frightened rabbit, from the car to the door." He carried on enthusiastically. "You were just MAGNIFICENT!" He breathed.

My eyes came back into sharp focus and the front door was shut and I was on the right side of it at last. I was totally nude and my bikini lay on the floor with the unopened parcel, at my feet. Peter was kissing me passionately again. I melted into his arms and allowed him to pick me up. When our lips parted and I could talk, I did.

"Did I walk slowly enough for you, Darling?" I smiled at him.

"Your top came adrift while you were still half-way back to the house. You just carried on walking with the parcel in one hand and my keys in the other. You had a dreamy look in your eyes. Even all our neighbour's cheering didn't seem to bother you a bit. I've never been so proud of you!" 

He was delighted and couldn't keep his hands off me, or stop talking. "What were you fantasising about, this time, my love?"

"I was just thinking about us having anal sex together, last night." I lied. I was loving the feel on your penis inside my bottom when you fill me that way."

"Let's make it come true, then?" The wolf was grinning.

I smiled as he led me into our bedroom. I hated lying to Peter but my reasons were reasonably honourable, I think? Would he have still made that same final remark? I shuddered to think. My sluttish half took firm control of my confusion as we ran for the bedroom.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW AT THE BIRTHDAY PARTY? 

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Erotic Adventures Ch. 6



To All My Readers. I am so glad to be back. Laurel seems to have forgiven me BUT I'm still looking for your VOTE. Hint-Hint? I hope tomorrow's chapter should be even better. I do try so hard to make it worth your while? Finger lotion needed, Please?---Pretty please??? 

Ahhhhh! Thank you, darlings. Barbara Anne Adams. N.Z.G.S.K. 



Erotic Adventures Ch. 7



"Oh!" I pulled back at Peter's hand. "What was in that parcel that you had me bring in?" I had almost forgotten it.

"Later!" He muttered as he gently overcame my resistance. "We need to talk about it afterward." The wolf grinned back. "You'll like it, I'm sure. You remember when we used to go jogging in the morning, before we went to work?" He arrived by our bed, pointing.

"Yes my darling?" I replied cautiously. I remembered all right!

Peter used to go for a morning run with me every morning, as soon as he got up at 6am. I used to hate it. Rain, hail or clear skies, it made no difference to Peter. I was dragged along too.

"You'll be pleased to know that I've got a new job. I work for myself now. We can go jogging anytime at all, with your new job being so flexible as well. I just walk now, most of the time." He assured me. "If it's raining I don't even go out any more." He grinned, as he made it sound more palatable. "Enough talking for now!" He picked me up.

I soon forgot about it as we fell onto the bed. Peter transported me into an authentic fantasy that I could live out for the rest of my life. I had long dreamed of this lifetime commitment with my lover.

Peter expertly stretched me as he massaged my bottom with the aid of some perfumed oil that he had at home. I moaned with delight as he slipped his fingers inside my rosebud, far more easily than ever. I was amazed how easily and painlessly he followed that by burying his throbbing love muscle right inside my bottom. It felt more familiar as his penis throbbed and pulsated deep inside my previously forbidden territory. I was more eager to receive his gift this time and I co-operated with his actions, urging him on. 

Like the second time we had tried it, last night, he hoisted my legs over his wide, powerful shoulders and we were soon enjoying the best anal sex that we'd had, to date. I was feeling far more secure in the knowledge that I was definitely able to orgasm with Peter in this favourite position of his. Peter seemed more casual as he made love to me, resting to gaze into my eyes for reassurance and acceptance. 

Twice this time, for me anyway, I climaxed during anal sex. I was beginning to look forward to it, just like my older girlfriend said that she had, with her own special man. Now, I didn't think she was so crazy after all. If it kept Peter interested in me, as well, it was a very small sacrifice. 

Thinking about how willingly I had exposed myself for him appeared to activate his libido enormously. He kept asking me if I had actually enjoyed getting the car for him as we lay together afterward.

"Oh yes darling." I shyly admitted.

"That's great!" The wolf exclaimed. "That was just the first test. There'll be others in the coming weeks." He promised.

I thought about all the changes in my life since I first met Harry as Peter and I showered together. It wouldn't be long before our first guests arrived, nearly 5-30 pm already. It wasn't until I went out to get my Wicked Weasel back into the bedroom that I remembered the tiny parcel as well.

I eagerly opened it while Peter opened his gift, my clothing.

"What's this?" I exclaimed, holding the costume up with a shy smile. "Where do I wear these?"

"Oh those!" Peter answered, about to open my suitcases as well.

The wolf was back. "They're for our morning exercises." He innocently looked up. He grinned fiendishly. "I've just about given up on all that sweaty jogging nowadays. Walking is a lot more fun. If it rains there's always the new gym at the club" He reflected on my startled expression. You can wear them there as well, you know.

"Not around here?" I exclaimed, shocked by his answer, promptly remembering how we used to jog around the neighbourhood each morning.

"Not necessarily." He replied mysteriously as he opened up my cases and began to sort out my clothes. "You won't need these anymore darling?" The wolf was dangling my small collection of undergarments in his paw. He was looking at me quizzically. "Or these." He held up his other paw with a long dress dangling from it. One of my former favourites! "We'll buy you some new ones tomorrow, like you said."

"I guess so?" I said weakly, remembering my promise. I had said that I was going to let Peter [the wolf] choose what I was allowed to wear from now on. A feeling of excitement crept over me. The slut won the ensuing argument over the formerly shy young lady. "Throw them out, then!" Finding my voice again. "You're the boss."

My stronger reply helped make up my mind. I enjoyed having most of my difficult decisions made for me again. I had missed the excitement of living with Peter. Life was never dull, with him around.

"We'll put them back in your suitcases when I sort these other clothes out." He said happily, indicating my other suitcase. "I'll start putting the ones that I approve of, away in your drawers.

"This new job of yours.---What is it you do now?" I called out.

I was curious as I rinsed out my tiny swimsuit bottoms under our en suite shower. They had smelled of my juices. I intended to dry them with my hairdryer before I put them on, ready for the party tonight.

"Same as before, but I help Harry out too, from time to time."

"Still at the computer shop, doing programming?" I prompted.

"No! I've set up at home now, in the spare room. I work my own hours now, darling. I'll show you tomorrow." He called out.

"Are you still making good money?" I frowned.

I hoped Peter wouldn't take it the wrong way but we still hadn't had the chance to discuss finances. I was merely curious.

"Better! ---Much better and I can work whenever I feel like it now." Peter stood in the doorway. "With your new job, we can work or play together more often." He kissed me. "No money worries now!"

I walked back into the bedroom with Peter. All my stuff was packed away and my blow dryer was on my dressing table, photos on my dresser and it was as though I had never left home. I plugged in my dryer and began to waft the warm air over my swimsuit. Peter was sitting on the bed, gazing admiringly at my naked body again.

"I'm so glad that you came back to me. It's the best birthday present of all."

"I'm looking forward to our new life together as well." I smiled at him. "It's a pity we've got guests coming?" I mused. "I forgot to ask Sally, who's coming anyway?"

I dawned on me that in less than half an hour, all I would be wearing was this brief costume among other people that I possibly didn't know all that well. A knot was forming in my former self's stomach as Peter explained our guest list.

"Sally, Rebecca, two of Sally's other girlfriends, a couple their boyfriends and maybe three of the older guys from my team are coming over for a while." He was counting his fingers. "Now let's see

--Have I forgotten--Oh yes, Harry was calling by and he might bring his wife. I think that's it. No more that a dozen or so close friends of mine." He looked at my shocked face. "There's probably only two or three of them that you mightn't already know." He said, assuredly. The wolf laughed as he put on his Speedos. "Of course you would have seen Jeremy, Colin and Paul at the club yesterday afternoon. You saw ALL of them, but of course, they only saw about half of you."

"But they're so young!" I gasped. "How old are they?"

"All over eighteen, babe. They're not kids anymore. Gerry's the captain and the other two work out with Rebecca, Sally and I at the gym when it's raining sometimes." He looked puzzled. "What's the problem? 

"I'll just be a bit--you know--embarrassed." I blushed at the thought of wearing my Wicked Weasel, in front of the subject of my latest fantasies. I wondered which one of those shocked lads had been the captain that I had fantasised about. I was flushed, bright red.

"You stood right up in front of them all at the shower room yesterday and gave them all a piece of your mind. Some of them were still only seventeen." He accused. "You didn't even have that sexy new bikini on at the time." He laughed at his own joke.

I was so flustered that I almost forgot to ask the next question that weighed on my mind, again about his players, now that he had told me that he exercised with some of them when it was raining at the gym.

I thought about the garments that I was supposed to wear while taking part in walking or exercising at the gym, in my surprise parcel.

"Do they wear gear like that too--at the gym, I mean--the boys as well." I was getting flustered again, fantasising.

"Oh yes! Sometimes nothing at all." He grinned. "We all do. In fact, when Rebecca joined with Sally she was a bit shy and reluctant at first. We told her that she couldn't be a member unless she wore our society uniform.

"Society uniform?" I repeated, unable to comprehend what the wolf was saying. "You mean Sally and Rebecca wear these things too." I was uncomfortable, shocked more like it.

"All of us! Do you want to see mine?" He grinned. I only wear mine when I'm out walking or lifting weights at the gym." He reached into his drawer. "Look!" He held it up. 

"A jock strap!" I gasped in amazement. "You all go out walking like that?" I was almost speechless. "Really?" I hoped he was joking.

Just at that moment the doorbell rang, interrupting my confused train of thought.

"I'll get it.--- You get dressed, babe. See you out by the pool when you get it dry. Love you!" He ran out to get the door, dressed in his backless Speedos. His muscular posterior rippling with tanned muscles accentuated by his brief costume. I was still in shock.

I sat on the bed and took another look at my surprise parcel. I had been in denial when I first saw the two skimpy garments laying on top on the brand new running shoes in the box. I laid the bottom and top of the 'uniform' on our bed and stared, shaking with trepidation. There was a difference to the Wicked Weasel that I was about to put on, but it wasn't in terms of size. If anything, I thought it was smaller but at least the material was heavier. 

"God! It's made of leather." I said aloud. "How could he dream this one up!" Immediately I realised that the only time I normally talked to myself out loud was when I was frightened. My shaky hands confirmed this theory right away. I began to fantasise, imagining going out with Peter, him in only a jock strap and shoes with me in a skimpy--what? It was something similar to what I had seen some lady bodybuilders wear at contests, leather thong with minimal coverage and a top that would barely cover my nipples. With shaking hands I put the box away.

There were people in the living room and I forced myself to try and concentrate on making my swimsuit look as decent as possible in the circumstances. A quick check in the full length mirror confirmed that I was as ready as I was ever going to be, to make my debut. Sally was the first to notice me and waved out, beckoning.

"Peter tells me that you'll be joining our fitness society." 

As if I needed reminding. Peter was answering the door and another couple walked in, armed with a gaily wrapped parcel. The coats came off and they were in the spirit of our theme party as soon as Peter closed the door again. It was impossible to avoid meeting all the new faces. Peter had been right. I did know most of them, but I had never seem them quite like this, before. Some of them were naked already. 

Peter swooped on me before I had a chance to sit down next to Sally.

"This is Kenneth, darling. He's our fitness Society President"

A slightly older man stepped forward holding out his arms. He had short cropped blonde hair and a well tanned muscular body. He was also totally naked, with a well equipped body. I blushed and kept my eyes away from his shaved genitals. He was big in every way.

"Kenneth, This is my future wife, Pamela." 

Peter stepped to one side to allow the big man to embrace me. I was taken aback as he hugged me, smiling as he almost squeezed the life out of me. My breasts popped free of my top and I felt his chest hairs rubbing the tips of my erect nipples. I was so surprised and bewildered that I held onto him for much longer than I should have. He smiled and apologised for his roughness.

"Sorry, my dear." His eyes roved over me as I frantically tried to adjust my swimsuit and cover my telltale nipples. "Peter and my brother have told me so much about you. Don't be embarrassed."

"Your brother?" I gasped, looking around for Peter.

He was just letting Harry inside the door, busy accepting his present and offering to take Harry's coat.

"Yes, my dear. Here he is now, just arrived." He pointed to Harry. "My older brother, actually." He qualified with evident pride. "He told me all about Sally's little joke and how he went along with it for Peter's sake." He laughed loudly. "I've seen those photos that he took too." He touched my shoulder. "Great work!"

My heart sank and I was red in the face as Kenneth went on to explain that it was he, Kenneth, that had put up the money to give the young players a break and he had financed his brother into his new studio at the football stadium as well.

"You mean the new gym--changing rooms---everything." I managed.

"The fitness society too." He said with a smile. "All paid for by our company, Kent's Creations, as a gift to the younger folk."

"Didn't you say your name was Kenneth." I spluttered.

"Yes dear. Call me Ken.---Kenneth Weisgarber at your service." He shook my hand, laughing. "I don't seem to have my card here at this moment." He looked down, smiling. "I'm just here on holiday at the moment." He patted my naked bottom. "I think Peter wants you over there." He pointed.

Peter was beckoning me to the front door. To my horror there were three of his young players standing there with two younger girls, and Peter was anxious for me to meet them all. My heart was thumping as I soon recognised two of their faces from my afternoon at the club. I was a bundle of nerves by now. One of them was my fantasy captain. I had fantasised about him twice now and this time I actually had to meet him for real. He had been one of the few not to grab for a towel when I surprised the players in the shower room at the club.

As I made my way across the room, acknowledging Harry on the way, I immediately empathised with the two young girls that came in with two of the players. The boys had already taken their coats off and the girls were looking around, nervously fidgeting with their buttons as they were being hassled to give Peter their coats. The boys were in similar swimwear to Peter, minimal coverage of their vital young organs and well tanned, fit bodies.

"This is Gerry, Colin and Paul, Pamela."

Peter introduced us as the lads took turns in shaking my hand. I was as gracious as I could be, I hoped, and smiled shyly, acknowledging the boys. Some of the guests, led by Sally, were helping to get the food and drinks out to the Bar-B-Que area beside our pool. The room was that much less crowded when the first young lass took off her coat and turned to face me. In a red suit only slightly larger than my own costume, in much the same style, she nervously shook my hand as Peter introduced me. She was well tanned, a gorgeous brunette with an hourglass figure and striking facial features.

"This is Barbie, Pamela. Paul's young lady friend."

I liked her straight away. She smiled at me then took Paul's hand and went out to the pool with Gerry in tow as well. Apparently my fantasy man was unattached for the evening. That made me so much more nervous now that we had been introduced. I had found him quite attractive.

Peter turned to the other girl, who had just decided to give him her coat. She handed it over, revealing tan-lines similar to mine, but in much larger costume briefs. The redheaded girl nervously held out her hand. She had freckles but was still quite attractive in a homely sort of way.

"Hi! Pamela. I'm Kim." She shifted her feet nervously. "I came with Colin." She giggled nervously. "I only just joined this club of theirs and it's the first time I've been out, dressed like this." She looked down as she blushed and shook my hand. "I've heard all about your little quarrel with the team after the match. Good for you!" Her prominent teeth showed as she smiled. "Colin told me that you would be joining their athletic society too. I might see you there tomorrow night?" 

Her boyfriend led her off to join the others and I turned to Peter as he locked the front door securely.

"What's happening tomorrow night, darling.?" I was very curious about Kim's parting comment, wondering what she meant.

"Oh!--That!" Peter looked thoughtful. "We all wanted to sleep in, after the party tonight." He looked at my inquiring expression. "I thought it was better to leave it till after dinner tomorrow night and then meet up with the other members at the gym for our usual fitness session instead." He took my hand. "Come on out to the pool, Babe, I've got an announcement to make."

"Order! Order!" He boomed, as he waited for the noise to die down. "This is Pamela.-----We'll be getting married next week. He qualified "Thank you all for coming over tonight------

Peter droned on but the words that reverberated were; "Married next week." Briefly I caught the general flow of the rest of his words but they meant little to me. I was going to be Peter's WIFE at last. We had been so close to it before I left him all those torturous months ago. I hung on to his arm as he told his friends how happy he was and invited the gathering to the wedding. My heart was bursting with new pride as he remarked on the changes in my attitudes while I had been on 'Vacation', as he put it.


"Everyone here is a society member so you can feel free to enjoy yourselves and get comfortable." The wolf was grinning. Enjoy-- 

Peter went on but I drifted off again. What was this society called?

The sluttish half of me was now ready to strip off at any time and do whatever Peter wanted me to, from here on. My former, chaste half was still embarrassed by my appearance but I was determined to get over those hurdles. Harry had shown me that fantasy could encourage me to lose my inhibitions and I made up my mind to thank him by trying to become his No.1 nude model if I could. 

Sally and Rebecca would give me fierce competition in that regard but my love for Peter would spur me to do the best that I could. I looked around at the assembled guests, as they listened and noticed a few swimsuits being discarded already. A nude birthday party? I drifted into fantasy. What would the neighbours think?

My thought were interrupted when Peter held me close as he finished thanking everyone for the presents. My nipples sprang free of their textile prison but I merely smiled as he went on.

"Plenty of food and drink over there." He pointed, in the process he exposed both my breasts now. "Lets Party!" He pulled me toward him and kissed me. "You'd better put your engagement ring back on, sweetheart." He gave me one final hug.

TO BE CONTINUED IN TOMORROW'S CHAPTER: IF? 

Now Readers! You know what to do by now. VOTE for continuity or a---conclusion.[sob] I don't want to bore you. Barbara Anne. N.Z.G.S.K. 



Erotic Adventures Ch. 8



I realised that my skimpy top was nearly off altogether, by the time Peter was finished kissing me in front of all our assembled guests. The atmosphere was so jubilant that I didn't bother to fix it up when I turned to face our guests again. I did notice that both Sally and Rebecca were cooking at the Bar-B-Que and nobody was taking a lot of notice of my naked nipples. More than two thirds of our fellow club members were already naked by now. They were starting to mingle and talk among themselves. It was evident that they were used to nudity.

"What do you call this club of yours anyway, darling." removing my top altogether as I spoke. "It's all so new to me."

"Grecian Athletic Society." Peter responded. "It's a bit of a G.A.S., isn't it?" He laughingly explained. "All Greek athletes used to compete in the nude and we didn't want to spoil that image. There are only a dozen regulars, so far, and now you know all of them." He paused, looking at me. "Why don't you put your top and-Hmm, in our bedroom? Here!" He slipped off his own suit. "Put these away at the same time, Babe? Love you! Don't be too long."

It wasn't as though I hadn't been pre-warned. Peter's words about the pool party reverberated in my brain when I walked away from him.

"Everyone will be in swimsuits, at least to start with." I remembered him saying. I just hadn't been expecting him to strip off his own suit, quite so soon. I was a bit unprepared. 

Lost in my startled and confused thoughts, I bumped into Harry on the way inside the house.

"Hey Pam! Into your fantasy world so soon?" He smiled as he steadied his glass of beer. "Great party!"

"Oops! Sorry Harry. I was just putting Peter's togs away for him and dropping my top off at the same time. I wasn't fantasising."

"Good girl!" He smiled. "It's nice to see you getting used to nudity among the others. Remember, baby steps at first! You won't need to fantasise, before too long." His piercing blue eyes softened. "Hurry along then!" He looked at me knowingly.

He patted my almost naked bottom. The cord reminded me of the little wisp of modesty that remained. I scurried off to our bedroom, taking more care this time not to bump into others. Peter had implied that I should remove my bottoms as well, even if he didn't actually order me to. I sat on our bedroom stool, fighting a battle of wills between my former self and a strong desire to please my 'HUSBAND'.

That decided me. He had made the announcement and I guessed that all the people at the party would soon be seeing ALL of me anyway if Peter had anything much to do with it. He was making my decisions from now on. I thought about it as I put my engagement ring back on.

"Sometimes, nothing at all." "Baby steps." "Be yourself, Pam."

Both Harry and Peter's words kept ringing in my ears as I reached for the fastenings of my 'Wicked Weasel' suit bottoms.

Finally nude, I looked into the mirror and combed my hair. If I was going out among the guests, looking like this, at least I wanted to look as good as I could. I applied a light makeup and examined my naked image again.

"If only those damned tan lines didn't accentuate my vaginal lips so much. I can't go out like this!" I was talking to myself again and by now, I knew what THAT meant. As I was looking, my body was so tense that my nipples were aching and my vulva had swelled indecently. I was sexually excited and yet reluctant at the same time to look this way. Harry had been right, as usual. I HAD been thinking of Gerry, when I bumped into Harry. I reflected on the incident.

"Why can't I get that young boy out of my mind" I muttered. aloud. "Shit! There I go again."

I frantically reached into my drawers with some crazy idea of finding my sun block. I intended to try something light in colour that would soften the hue of my dark pink labial lips against the stark contrast of my milky white skin.

"Maybe that will work?" I reached for it.

"Maybe what will work, Pamela?" Sally's voice made me jump and my hand came out empty.

"Oh!---Nothing Sal-" Crouching, I wheeled around in shock. I was just hunting for my things.---Ah---Peter put all my stuff away."

Sally was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but an interested smile. I couldn't tell her what I was really looking for, or why for that matter. I was so embarrassed to be found, talking to myself and hunting through my drawers. My body was tense as I straightened up to face her. Would she notice my engorged labia?

"I just came in to tell you that we're all waiting for you to come out, for some food." She explained. "Peter asked me to see if I could help." She eyed me over. "You look great to me. Congratulations Pam." She noticed my ring finger. "Now that you're part of our family and we're working together with Harry, we'll be seeing each other rather a lot." She smiled warmly. "I'm so pleased." 

She took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and guided me out of the bedroom.

"Oh! By the way, Rebecca is dying to see all the results of my handiwork the other night. She's so pissed off that you wouldn't let her watch us, when I did it." She quickened her pace.

'Just what I needed.' I thought. 'A bull lesbian checking my-?-out.'

"Jeez!" I said it aloud, just as we were getting further toward the ranch-slider door to the pool. "Whoops! Forgot something." I pulled back on her vice-like grip of my hand.

"Later!" She was much stronger. "Come and meet everyone. We're all famished." She led me outside.

No choice! Fantasy time again. I drifted off and relaxed.

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This time I was being examined for a piercing like Sally's. Gerry--Shit No!-- Harry was ordering me to open up my legs. The kindly old lady--old STRAIGHT lady was peering at my most secret place. 

"How does that feel, my young lass?"

I recoiled as an ice cold pair of tongs hit my sensitive clitoris.

"Yikes!" I tried to pull my hand from Sally's strong grip.

"Sorry, I'll warm them up." With understanding eyes. "Sorry."

She moved away to heat the clamps to secure my clitoris for piercing.

I felt such a fool, lying there with all those interested spectators staring at my openly engorged vaginal lips. My clitoris was now fully erect. I tried to hide my shame by closing my legs again. Harry spoke sharply.

"Uh Uh! Pamela---Hello!" I was snapped out of my fantasy world.

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"We're doing it again, aren't we my dear?" His piercing blue eyes were smiling at me. "Sit with me for a bit."

It wasn't an invitation so much as an order. Harry turned to Sally.

"Leave her with me for a while. Can't you see the poor girl's full of nerves?" His eyes twinkled, mischievously.

Sally released the vice from my hand. The wolf was talking to his latest convert, nearby. The lovely buck toothed young girl that came here with Colin. They were laughing and I noticed that Kim was the only one left, that had kept her suit on, at this point. The others were all quite naked, including Harry, I realised. I tried not to look at his tanned but wrinkled old body as he spoke to me but it was impossible to ignore that he had a piercing too.

"See! It's not so bad among friends." Harry said gently.

"Uh! What Harry?" I snapped out of my dream world completely. "I was just---"

"I know!" Harry interrupted me. "Just fantasising again. You had that dreamy look in your eyes as Sally was introducing you and getting your food." He nodded and lowered his eyes to my lap.

Nervously, I followed his eyes. Was I showing something I shouldn't?

Fully awake now, I was surprised to see a plate sitting on my lap with buttered bread and cooked chops on it. Harry was picking at a bone, holding a chop in his hand.

"Come on, my dear. Eat up and talk to old Harry for a while.

Tell me what you were dreaming about?" He chuckled. "It must have been good, whatever it was."

I gushed out my problems to Harry. He listened intently while I ate and unfolded my dramatic reservations to him. It was like talking to my father except that he, my father, would have been a great deal less indulgent with me.

I trusted Harry with all my secrets. I expected him to laugh when I told him about my recurring fantasy involving the football captain.

"Perfectly understandable!" He smiled. "Gerry's a fine looking young man." He pointed. "Pretty well hung too!" He noted.

I blushed as I followed his eyes. Harry was right. I had tried not to look at him, since he was naked, fearing that my fantasy might easily overwhelm me. How embarrassing! 

"You'll get used to it, being naked, I mean." Harry smiled. "Did Peter tell you all about the Grecian Athletic---.

"A bit!" I interrupted, suddenly keen to find out more. "He's bought me this 'uniform' that I'm supposed to wear. Is it true that they all exercise in the nude?" I was blushing furiously.

Harry took my shoulder and guided me over to where his brother sat, at the farthest Bar-B-Que table from the pool. Between the two of them they explained the philosophy behind Kent's Creation's awesome gift to Peter's club. They told me that Kenneth was some sort of roving ambassador for the corporation that was based in Maple Lake, a holiday resort town, communally owned in part by Ken. The directors all believed in free choice, in matters of clothing and mutual sexual attraction among the participants. They all practised group sex among themselves, I found out. Between scores of them they all practically owned the entire district around the bustling tourist town.

"It was the first 'Nude City' in the country." Ken informed me proudly. "My partner, Mistress Barbara, started the whole thing some years ago now."

"Mistress Barbara?" I repeated.

"Kent retired years ago" He explained. The company is worth billions of dollars annually. Barbara runs the whole empire now."

"But, why do you call her Mistress?" I was intrigued.

"I'll explain it all to you in good time, my sweet." Ken leaned over. "It's something to do with our philosophy that the world needs to change a corrupt system of government. The people ought to be able to be themselves." Ken was getting excited. "To hell with convention and all that rubbish. There are far better ways to stamp out all the crime, prejudice and greed in the community. We are interested in breaking down the hypocrisy that is forced on us by all that kind of bureaucratic nonsense."

"It seems to work." Harry interrupted. "Mistress has proved it beyond a shadow of doubt." He looked at his brother. "Can I show her our bible?"

By now I was more confused than ever. Were these guys some sort of religious nutcases??? I had almost forgotten that I was naked myself, by now, as I listened intently.

"Good idea! Barbara's novel will explain our philosophy as well as our structure. I'll give you a copy so that Pamela can read it in her spare time." He looked at me. "We would like to invite you both to get married at Maple Lake. It'll be our wedding present to you and young Peter, my lovely." He explained. "All expenses paid of course."

Kenneth looked at me. "Well?" He urged

I was dumbstruck. My mind was reeling as Harry called Peter over to join us. A pang of jealousy struck when I saw that Kim was still talking to Peter, totally naked as well by now. Her red pubic hair confirmed that she was a genuine redheaded young lady. Her bush stood out like a beacon among all the other ladies that I could see. Every other lady was totally shaved, like myself, smooth as a newly born baby. Kim ran over to join Colin again while Peter came over to join us.

"Hi Babe!" He smiled as he sat down. "I see you've been talking to Ken and Harry." He nodded his head at Ken.

"I was just telling Pamela about our company's wedding present that I was discussing with you, earlier." He brought Peter up to date with his generous offer. "The honeymoon too!" He went on. "It'll be a good chance for you both to see what we've achieved lately. Mistress Angela said that you could take your pick." He offered.

"Uh!" My ears pricked up.

"Venues for your honeymoon, my dear." Ken explained. "Kurt just bought a mountain resort, half an hour's flight from Maple Lake. It's an exclusive, clothing optional retreat with rapids and horse riding around three or four hundred acres." He paused. "It's the place where he proposed to Mistress Angela." He smiled. "I was there with them."

I looked at Peter. All the men saw the confusion written in my eyes.

"Well babe?" Peter prompted me. "Shall we do it?" He was quite keen to accept Kenneth's magnanimous offer. "Next week?"

I nodded my head in a stupefied daze. What was I letting myself in for now? I wondered. No matter what, I was marrying Peter, I decided.

"That'd be lovely. Thank you so much, Ken." I managed.

"Are you a fast reader?" Harry asked with a smile. "If you read Barbara's book before you get there, it might help explain a bit more about what it is that Ken is offering you. You can start reading it tomorrow." He softened his tone. "It will help you to understand yourself a lot better, too." He assured. "Congratulations."

"What is it called?" I asked, anxious to read it.

"'Addicted to Attention.' It followed her introduction, 'My Sexual Awakening.' and she later wrote, 'Mistress Barbara' after that one, too! I've read all three parts and I believe that she even plans another one as well?" Harry looked at Ken, inquiringly.

"Yes. She's working on it now, Harry. It's going to be pretty explosive too. It deals with the politics of world governments and shows the disadvantages of this crazy new idea that they have of a 'ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT.'" Ken spat that phrase out. "It would take away personal freedom of choice altogether, IF THEY GET AWAY WITH IT?" Ken looked sombre and determined. "WE HAVE TO STOP THEM!"

"Look! Why don't you both go and have some fun, before our event tonight, young lady." Harry interceded, looking at his watch. 

"It won't be long now? Just a couple of hours left."

I walked away with Peter, hand in hand, toward the pool and the other guests. My mind was reeling with questions, none of which made a lot of sense at the moment. I had totally forgotten about being naked. I had never been all that politically motivated but there was something about what Kenneth had said that worried me deeply. I had heard of the term, 'One World Government', and I had to admit that it bothered me too. The freedom of ordinary people was being insidiously stripped away, the same as my clothing had been tonight. I realised that the honesty, of being nude among all our friends, was becoming a lot more appealing to me now and my sexual tension had died down a little. My nipples were no longer aching and I felt calm and serene. I had all but smiled as I saw Kim sitting on her own with Colin.

"Let's go and chat to Kim and Colin." I suggested.

They were watching the others, frolicking in and around the pool, by themselves. They both looked thoughtful and apprehensive. They were watching the others enjoying themselves and looked embarrassed not to be part of the scene. The evening breeze was making me tingle, but more with excitement about getting married so soon. We had been so close to it before that Peter already had the wedding licence and a date arranged, before our argument.

"Great idea, Babe." The wolf grinned as he led me over to the shy young couple. They saw us coming over and Colin gallantly leapt to his feet.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW IF? [MOUSE TIME FOLKS] 

Tomorrow's chapter deals with public nudity in a surprising way? 

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