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Home From Home

By: Cliff11



I was 18, and away from home for the first time. I was going to attend a university on the south coast of England, and I arrived at the local train station full of nervous apprehension. I wasn't the most outgoing of people, and always felt uncomfortable around people I didn't know very well. This was one of the reasons I had chosen to become a lodger with a local family rather than stay in a dormitory, or rent a house or flat with a bunch of people I didn't know. Lodging would also work out cheaper as well, having been advertised as full board. Also the company seemed to be quite nice. The woman renting the room was in her forties, and recently divorced, which is why she needed the money from renting out a room. I had been in regular e-mail and phone contact with her, and this had served to get to know each other better, as Lauren had said when I first contacted her, she didn't want to rent to someone she didn't trust, and I wouldn't want to stay with people I wasn't comfortable.

She had two daughters. I'd never spoken to them, but Lauren always made a point of talking about them in her messages. It sounded very much like they were her whole world, and almost everything she did revolved around them in some way. The elder was nearly twenty, and studying art at the same university as I would be going to. The younger was seventeen, and still in sixth form college, and well on her way to graduating with flying colours. I had seen photos, and neither was what could be called unattractive, the younger, Alison, usually had an expression that spoke of being shy about being photographed, a feeling I was very familiar with. The other girl was called Sarah, and seemed to look down on the camera as if she had better things to do than pose for photographs. She had the air of those girls in high school who all the boys fancy, and knows it. I thought of her as I got off the train, and hoped that her mother's glowing references were more reliable than my impressions from a few pictures.

Clumsily I made my way off the station, eventually finding a guard to show me where the exit was. As I passed that group of people you get at all train stations, all craning their necks, all slack-jawed staring at the list of arrivals and departures, I spotted a card being waved. It was A3 and in black marker bore my name. I smiled to myself and headed towards it, bumping a couple of people with my bags.

' Ms. Fielding I presume,' I said smiling down at her medium frame.

'I've told you before Alex, call me Lauren. I thought you'd prefer a lift from the station rather than finding your own way out. We live some way from the centre of town.'

'I'd have been happy to get a taxi, you didn't need to do this.'

'It's my pleasure, I'm not working today, and you need to watch your cash. I know how expensive taxis are, and I also know how hard it is for a student to hang on to cash these days.'

'Well thank you very much. I have quite a lot of luggage, I hope you have room for it all.'

'We'll manage. Here, let me take some of that.'

'No no, its fine, I can manage.'

Curse my gentlemanly conduct. I was struggling to be honest, with two large suitcases, a shoulder bag with a laptop and plenty of other electrical equipment in it, and a guitar on my back.

'I didn't know you played guitar, you didn't mention it in your e-mails.'

Well, I only started about a year ago. I wasn't going to bring it, but I've just started to get the hang of it, and I kind of want to carry on with it. I hope you don't mind.'

'Hey, it might be nice to have some music about the place. The stuff that the girls play at full volume out of their room can barely be called music. What kind of stuff do you like?'

'I go through phases, one week I'll be listening to modern punk, the next I'll be into good old fashioned rock 'n' roll.'

'And at the moment?'

'I've been listening to eighties rock on the train. Bryan Adams, Bon Jovi, that kind of stuff.'

'Then you'll be fine with me. That's the stuff I grew up listening to.'

We smiled at each other. By this point we had reached Lauren's Mondeo. She opened the boot, and I put my bags in, and then the guitar on the back seat. The conversation continued all the way home. As first impressions go, this is probably the best I'd ever had. I had no idea it was going to get better.

The house I had seen in pictures of course, but I hadn't seen the view. It was a three bedroom old fashioned place on a narrow one way street. There wasn't much of a front garden, and no room for parking, so we had to park two streets away and walk the rest of the way. If the street itself wasn't the very definition of picturesque, then the view from my bedroom window was. There was a small meadow which ended at a cliff and then the sea. The city sprawled almost lazily out to the port to the west with the tall, modern buildings framing the smaller old fashioned houses nearer to us on the coast. The fact that this was an early September afternoon with the late summer sunshine beating down from a cloudless sky probably made the impression as fantastic as it was. I could not believe how lucky I was to have landed on my feet like this.

'I'll let you unpack and get comfortable. I'll be downstairs if you need me. We'll order out for dinner tonight. I won't inflict my cooking on you your first night here!'

'Sounds good. Thank you again for this. I can't believe how nice this place is.'

'Hey, you're paying me remember, I should be thanking you. I got some downright suspicious characters apply before you came along. I hope you enjoy our company.'

With that she was gone, closing the door behind her. I looked out of the window again, sighed, and set to work unpacking.

At dinner I met Lauren's daughters. The impressions I got from the photos had been somewhat misleading. Alison was eager to learn about me, and eager to tell me about herself, even if I didn't want to know. Sarah was very quiet, but more through not having anything to say rather than being shy or aloof. I made a mental note to try and get to know her a little better in a one on one setting than with her family around. There's always a point of common ground two people can agree on, and often that's enough to base a friendship on. At the very least I didn't want to spend a year in a house with someone who didn't like me. Anyway, it turned out the girls had to share a bedroom because of my arrival, which may have caused the rather icy reception I got from her, responding to my, admittedly few, questions almost monosyllabically.

I had arrived a week before my induction at university, and as such had a lot of time on my hands to get to know the place. Lauren and Sarah both had part-time jobs, and so were in and out of the house a lot, and my first night dinner was a rare occurrence in that all four of us were in the same place at the same time.

Anyway, one evening in this week I had my first, let's say, 'encounter'. Lauren was doing the evening shift at the cafe where she worked, and Alison was out with friends, at the cinema, I think. I had spent some time strumming at my guitar when Sarah knocked on the door. This was the first time she'd made any attempt to be near me, let alone talk to me.

'I didn't know you played guitar,' she stated looking at it rather than me, 'what was that you were playing? I didn't recognise it.'

'Just something I'm writing myself. I can't seem to think of any words to write. Self-expression isn't my strong suit. I can't sing either which doesn't help. Do you play anything?' I hoped this could be our common point we could start a friendship over. 

'No. I tried to learn piano in high school, but my fingers wouldn't do what I wanted them to.'

'Yeah I've tried piano. It's the two hands doing different things that got me.'

'Guitar doesn't seem to be much different.'

'Well, the right hand just strums. You don't have to think about it all the time, and you can concentrate on the left hand.'

'Cool.'

We were silent for a little while, then she broke it and said, 'look, there's some beer in the fridge, d'you want some?'

'Sure.'

She came back a minute later and handed me a can.

'I'm sorry if I've been distant with you,' I said. 'I'm not great around new people.'

'Neither am I. That's what the beer's for.'

I laughed. 'Everyone's been very welcoming to me, I really appreciate it.'

'I tried to get mum to get a girl to stay with us, I wasn't sure a guy in the house would be the best thing for our family right now. The divorce was messy, but mum reckons that having a guy around will prove useful.'

'I'd figured as much. I hope she's not expecting me to put up shelves or anything, I've never done it before.'

Sarah smiled. 'I'm sure she hasn't got anything planned, but if something electrical breaks my advice is to start running.'

I returned her smile.

'I've got an idea.' she said suddenly.

'And what would that be?'

'Let's play truth or dare.'

'Why, have we suddenly turned into thirteen year old girls?'

'No, I'm serious, we can learn about each other, without fear that the other is lying to us. And we can't ask the other person a question we wouldn't be prepared to answer ourselves.'

'And the dare part?'

'That adds the fun.'

I didn't want to ruin this chance to get to know her, and reluctantly agreed. It began fairly tamely, we found out about each others schooling, likes, dislikes, basic stuff. Then out of the blue, she asked, 'How many girls have you had sex with?'

'Excuse me?'

'How many girls have you had sex with? I haven't had sex with any, before you ask.'

'OK, one.'

'Just one?'

'Hey, you've had you're question, its my turn.' I tried to think quickly. I hadn't been prepared for that. I needed a question to put her on the back foot, and try and discourage this line of questioning.

'How often do you masturbate?' I don't know where that came from.

'You first.'

'What?'

'You can't ask someone something you aren't prepared to answer yourself.'

'OK, three or four times a week.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Well that's it honey, I'm telling the truth. Your turn.'

She blushed a deep red. It set off her blonde hair quite nicely I thought.

'Once a week. OK this means war. What do you think about when you masturbate?'

'You first.'

'It differs. Often it involves a cute guy and maybe a beach somewhere, or a clearing in the woods, and he makes love to me.'

Damn. I hoped she wouldn't answer that. Some of the things guys think about when they masturbate don't deserve to be repeated. I didn't want to risk ruining the time I'd spent with her. I couldn't bring myself to answer.

'I'm not gonna answer that.'

'Then you have to take a dare.'

'Bring it on.'

'Take you're clothes off.'

'Excuse me?'

'All of them. Take your clothes off. And before you think it you can't go back and answer the question.'

'And if I don't?'

'I'm sure I can think of something to make your life a living hell. But neither of us would want that, we're getting along so well.' She smiled cheekily. I know she was joking, we both knew I was going to do it, partially because of the drink, but mostly because I wanted to see where this was going.

'OK.'

I stood up and started to lift up my shirt.

'No.' Sarah said, sharply, 'socks first, then shirt, jeans then underwear.'

I followed her instructions slowly, watching her expression closely. I wondered how she would have reacted if I'd told her this was one of the things I thought about while I jerked myself off.

My jeans hit the floor, and I stepped out of them. 'Stop.' She commanded. I paused with my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers. 'Turn around.' Her voice was far off, almost caught in her throat. 'I want to see your arse first. Then your cock.'

I was shocked at her choice of words. I guess I'd thought she was more innocent than she actually was. I thought about arguing, but then thought better of it. This could still turn sour. I turned around, took a deep breath, and dropped my shorts.

'Mmm, nice,' she whispered, and i felt the soft touch of her hand on my backside.

'Hey! No touching.' I said. You wanted me naked, and that's what you're gonna get, nothing more.'

'Awww, spoilsport'

I slowly began to turn, painfully aware of the erection I was sporting. In my fantasies I had always managed to keep composure at this point, but I just couldn't control myself. I dare any guy to try in this situation.

She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She began to move closer to me. I was about to say, 'keep your hands to yourself' when the front door opened.

'I'm home!' It was Lauren.

Sarah bolted out of the room, leaving me naked as the day I was born. I was about to retrieve my clothes when she poked her head back around the door and said, 'Maybe we'll finish this game some other time.' She winked at me, took another long look at my crotch and left.

Home From Home Ch. 02



Sarah and I became good friends very quickly. I suppose there's only a few ways a relationship can evolve after the introduction we had. Surprisingly perhaps, our relationship didn't progress to sex. I wasn't disappointed by this. I enjoyed her company, and sex at such an early stage of us living together would only have complicated matters. We would stay up and talk for hours in my room, and we were able to be very personal with each other. I'd never had a friendship where I felt comfortable discussing anything and everything, but with Sarah it all seemed so natural. It even became a regular thing that when the house was otherwise empty, I would spend my time naked. Sarah would always stay fully clothed. I did try to get her naked, I must admit, as the thought of her did enter my mind occasionally, but she refused, saying that she would be too embarrassed. I didn't push the issue, hoping that over time she would see it wasn't a big deal for me, and she would take her clothes off for me. As I explained to her, it felt liberating. I couldn't, and still can't express the freedom you feel when you expose your whole being to someone else. There was also the matter of the excitement I felt every time I caught her looking at me, sometimes surreptitiously, sometimes overtly. I must say I began to masturbate more often than I had previously!

Anyway, one morning, Sarah and I had a Wednesday off, and we spent the morning out at the bay. We had lunch at a fast food joint and came home to an empty house. Sarah led me up to my bedroom. I knew exactly what this meant, as there would be no other reason to spend time anywhere other than the living room. My shirt was off before we were at the top of the stairs, and my shoes and socks soon followed. It had become almost a ritual that I would wait at this point and Sarah would unbutton my fly and take my trousers and underpants off me. This would amount to the total body contact of our time together. She took her time, perhaps more than usual. Her hands would always rub lightly against my cock when she did this, and I would at least be semi-erect by the time she unleashed me to the open air. She smiled, small dimples appeared at her cheeks. She had the cutest smile, I couldn't help but think what it would be like for her to take me in her mouth. . . 

My cock jerked upwards at this thought. 'Calm down!' Sarah almost laughed, 'You know you're not going to be getting any, so don't get too excited!'

We sat down on the bed, and continued the conversation we'd been having that morning. University, family, TV and movies, it was standard stuff, but for some reason my erection would not go down. Usually after a while I would lose my erection during such ordinary conversation, forgetting my nudity, but today for some reason it just wouldn't subside.

After about half an hour, Sarah looked down at my crotch and said, 'Do you want to do something about that?'

'Excuse me?' I said, shocked. We sometimes talked about sex, but very rarely referred directly to my genitals.

'You seem more excited than usual. If you want to relieve yourself I won't object. In fact I'll go so far as to encourage it.'

'What?'

'I want you to masturbate for me.'

I couldn't think of anything to say.

'Don't tell me you've forgotten how. I'm pretty sure you practise a lot!'

I looked her in the eyes and shifted myself and lay back against the pillows. Sarah slid off the bed and knelt about half way down, level with my crotch. I wrapped my right hand around my cock, and slowly began to move it up and down. Sarah stared unblinkingly at me while I stroked faster and faster. At no point did I take my eyes off Sarah, occasionally unconsciously licking her dry lips, until I was close to the point of no return when there was a knock at the door.

'I stopped off at the supermarket on my way home and - ' Lauren started as she opened the door. She got no further, as she stopped, shocked at the scene that greeted her. Her elder daughter kneeling by the bed while her lodger, stark bollock naked was lying on that bed with his cock in hand.

'Sorry,' she said, possibly stifling a smirk, I couldn't quite tell, 'I didn't realise you were busy.' 

She backed out of the room, and closed the door.

'Oh, my, GOD!' Sarah said, burying her face in her hands. 'I am so embarrassed.'

'You're embarrassed? How do you think I feel?' I said. I could see my stay at this house ending very soon. Lauren wasn't likely to be too happy with me, and would be well within her rights to throw me out.

Sarah looked up at me, and her look of horror was replaced by a smirk, 'Oh yeah, I suppose you would be.' She burst into giggles. 'I'd better go and talk to her. We'll finish this,' she nodded at my cock, softer now, still in hand, 'later.'

I expected Lauren to at least have stern words with me, but she acted as if the incident never happened. I was very grateful, but still felt a little uncomfortable around the house, and began to take more care to stay out of everybody's way. I began to leave the house earlier for lectures, before anyone else was up, and would hole myself up in my room for long periods, to avoid confrontation.

The following Friday, I had no lectures until the afternoon, I waited until I heard everyone leave the house, then headed for the shower. I often felt like I was getting in people's way first thing in the morning, and it wasn't my home after all. I took my time this morning, letting the hot water cascade over my body, and relaxing away the tension I felt. It was quite a warm day, for once, and decided against getting dressed straight away. I dried my feet, and got the worst off the rest of my body, and wrapped the towel around my waist. I went downstairs to have breakfast. As I was washing up my cereal bowl in the kitchen sink, I heard the back door open behind me. I whirled around, and there stood Lauren, smiling.

'Hi,' I said nervously, ' I didn't expect anyone back so soon.

'Clearly,' she almost laughing.

'I'm sorry, I'll err, go and-' 

She interrupted me, 'Don't change on my account, this is your home now too you know, you don't have to walk on eggshells around here. Anyway,' she began to smirk, 'I have seen you in more, well, casual attire.'

I began to blush. She was clearly enjoying the humiliation I felt.

'Look, about last week,' I started, before Lauren shushed me.

'Sarah spoke to me about it, It's OK. I'm happy you two are getting along. Although I'm a little surprised at what you two get up to.'

'We don't get up to anything, we mostly just talk.'

'It didn't look like talking. In comparison our conversations look quite dull!'

I laughed, the nervousness I felt was quickly evaporating, then out of nowhere a thought hit me. Did Lauren like what she saw? She didn't seem eager to let me leave and get changed, was that deliberate. I felt my cock twitch.

'I err, should go and get dressed.' I tried to leave, but Lauren now stood between me and the doorway.

'Could you help me with something first? There's a jar of money on the top of that cabinet, and I have some change to put in it. I have to stand on a chair to reach it, could you grab it for me?'

'Sure.' I turned and stretched up. I had to stand on my toes, and support myself with one hand on the cabinet door to reach it. As I grabbed the jar I felt my towel slip, and before I could react it hit the floor. I looked down in time to see the towel whipped away as Lauren grabbed it up. I could hear her laughing as I said, 'Could I have my towel back please?'

'Mmm, let me think. No, not yet.'

'Please?'

'Turn around.'

I put the jar on the counter, covered my growing cock as best I could, and turned around.

Lauren tutted. 'You have become very close to Sarah, and for that I'm grateful, but our relationship since last week seems to have stalled somewhat. Perhaps this is what we need to become more comfortable with each other. Uncover yourself.'

'I'd prefer to have my towel back.'

'Come now, you seem comfortable with yourself when Sarah is with you, why not me? Here,' she strode towards me and grabbed my arm, 'I can see you are enjoying this, so let me just see it.' She pulled my arm away. I didn't resist. She stared at my crotch with the same look on her face as Sarah always had. I was fully erect by now.

'Come into the sitting room.' She led me to the front room and sat down on the edge of a chair. 'Come here.' She ordered me. I walked towards her, and stopped at her side. She put her hands on my hips and manoeuvred me so I was standing in front of her.

'Very nice,' she said looking up at me. 'I can see why Sarah enjoys spending time with you.'

I opened my mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say.

Lauren grinned, pearly white teeth showing, and without removing her gaze from my eyes took me in her mouth. A gasp escaped my lips as she began to move her head back and forth, taking the entirety of my length. I couldn't believe what was happening, it felt so good. The heat of her mouth, and the way she moved her tongue up and down my shaft was intoxicating. Our eyes never left each other, and she began to play with my balls, almost rolling them around in her hand, I couldn't control myself.

'I'm gonna cum!' I gasped.

'Mmm,' Lauren almost growled her approval. The vibration around my cock pushed me over the edge, and I exploded into her mouth. Lauren took my dick in her hand, and milked the last remaining drops of cum into her mouth, which she swallowed greedily.

'Wow,' I said, out of breath, 'That was amazing.'

'That it was. I hope you'll feel more comfortable with me in future. And maybe we could do this again.'

I smiled, 'I'd like that.'



Home From Home Ch. 03



Autumn rolled in. I began to get the hang of university. I made a small group of friends, mostly staying in dorms on the other side of town, so hanging out naturally fell at their apartments rather than at my lodgings. There were a few guys, a few girls, and although the idea of a relationship intrigued me, there didn't seem to be any that really took my fancy. I enjoyed spending time with the girls on my course, discussing the lectures and exchanging ideas and thoughts, and several were very sexy indeed, I couldn't bring myself to make a move on any of them. It didn't feel right. I don't know whether that was as a result of my, let's say unusual home life, or my natural social awkwardness.

Several weeks passed without another 'incident'. I spent time with Sarah, but there always seemed to be another person in the house, and I guess she was being extra careful after her mother walked in on us the last time. Alison was barely in the house, what with her job and college, and I guess seventeen year olds never want to hang out at home much anyway. Lauren was kind as ever, and I got the feeling that she was beginning to treat me as one of the family. She would fuss around cleaning my things for me even though I said that I would be happy to, she insisted. Our relationship remained casual, and we agreed it was best that we didn't tell the girls about our Friday morning fun. It had only happened the once, and she didn't make any overt moves for it to happen again, and I didn't want to push my luck, although I did notice she wouldn't wait for a response after knocking on my door before coming in any more. . .

Anyway, after a few weeks of normality, I came home to a hallway full of suitcases. I carefully picked my way through the maze and into the living room.

'What's going on? I nearly broke my neck out there.'

Lauren looked up from her book and took her glasses off.

'Oh hello, Alex, the girls are going up to their Grandparents for a few days. They do love seeing my parents, and it happens so rarely these days, since they moved up to Norfolk.'

'Aren't you going?'

'No, I can't get time off work, and anyway, my mother has been funny around me since the divorce and I'm not in the mood to face that just yet.'

OK. Best to let that one lie, i thought.

'My dad will be here soon to pick them up, I'm surprised they didn't tell you actually, they're so excited about it.'

There was a knock at the door, and two sets of footsteps came barrelling down the stairs. The door was opened and 'Gramps' was let in. I was introduced to him, quite formally, and then they were off. It was a long drive, he told us, and they had to be making tracks. I wished them all a safe journey, and like that, I was alone with Lauren. And even then, not for long, as she had to go and do the late shift at work, so I had the house to myself. I did some studying, and finding myself unable to focus properly, hit the hay for an early night.

I woke up the next morning, looked at my bedside clock and saw it was 9.37. I had a mild heart attack, and then realised it was Saturday. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, then got up and hit the shower. The water felt so good, I must have got very hot overnight as I felt very sticky and sweaty. I turned the water off, and stood there dripping for a few seconds, feeling the cold morning air on my skin until I began to shiver. I patted myself dry with a clean towel, before wrapping it around myself and heading back to my room.

I tried to open the top drawer of my dresser, and stopped. It was locked. So was the next one. They were all locked. So was the wardrobe. Lauren must have come in and done it when she came in from work. Even the messy pile I'd left of yesterday's clothes, and the shorts I'd worn in bed had vanished.

I strode downstairs. Anyway, its not like she hadn't seen me like this already, was it? I opened the door to the kitchen and stepped in. Lauren was there, drinking coffee with a woman I didn't recognise.

'Alex!' Lauren said as she saw me. 'This is Natalie, she's a friend of mine from work.'

'Hi,' Natalie said, getting up and shaking my hand, 'I see what you mean.' she said turning to Lauren.

I let that slide, with other things on my mind.

'Some things seem to have changed in my room, Lauren. You wouldn't know anything about it would you?'

'If you mean all your dresser and wardrobe, then yes I do. If it's anything else, then no.' She smirked, knowing damn well I meant my clothes.

'May I have the key, please?'

'Er,' Lauren looked at the ceiling and stroked her chin, feigning deep thought. 'No,' she said, eventually, 'I think not.'

'Why not?'

Natalie's shoulders were shaking by this point, as she tried desperately to suppress laughter, and failing miserably. It struck me at this point that she was in her mid twenties, and very pretty. My cock began to twitch as I became fully aware of just how exposed I was, in just a towel, meeting her for the first time.

'Come on,' Lauren said, 'I want to have some fun. We,' she looked at Lauren, 'want to have some fun.'

'What kind of fun?'

'The kind of fun where you complete tasks we set and if you complete them all satisfactorily you get your clothes back.'

'And if I refuse?'

'You don't get your clothes back.'

I supposed I could try to pick the locks, but not knowing how to begin with such a thing, I decided to play along. At least for a little while.

'OK, what do you want me to do?'

Lauren and Natalie exchanged glances.

'I want you,' Lauren said slowly, 'to go and get us a newspaper.'

'Wearing just a towel?'

'Yup. Here's the money.' She tossed me a coin.

'OK.' If she wanted me to squirm, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. I turned and walked through the hall and out of the house.

The news agents was only at the end of the street, and thankfully the only person in there was the cashier behind the counter, who had the decency not to mention my attire, wordlessly accepting the coin and then going back to his crossword. I passed an old woman walking her dog on the short walk back, who studiously ignored me.

I hadn't got a key with me. I had no pockets to put it in, so I had to knock on the door. 

'Pass the paper through the living room window.' Lauren's voice came through the closed door. A few seconds passed and a hand appeared at said window and I stepped across thesmall lawn and handed it over.

More time passed.

'Can I come in now?'

The hand reappeared.

'When you've given me the towel.'

I'd suspected that was coming, but not while I was outside.

'What?'

'Give me the towel, and I'll let you back in.'

I could hear Natalie laughing out loud now.

'Come off it! Someone will see me!'

'Only if you keep shouting like that. OK, I'll make you a deal, give me the towel, and I'll give you one piece of clothing in exchange, and another task, then you can come in.'

'OK.' at least I wouldn't be naked. 'Pass it through then.'

'Towel first.'

Damn.

I backed against the wall and looked around to make sure no one could see me. I covered myself as best I could with my left hand handed the towel over with my right. The towel disappeared in through the window.

'OK,' Lauren said, I want you to - 

'What about my clothes?' I whispered frantically.

'When I've given you your task,' Lauren said calmly, 'and if you keep interrupting me it will take longer.' She paused. 'OK? Good. I want you to go and find me,' she paused again. I don't know whether it was for effect or if she was thinking.

'I want you to find me five pine cones.'

'Five pine cones?'

'Yes.'

'Why?'

'Because I said so.' Another pause.

'Can I have my clothes now?'

'Sure.' Another pause, and the window opened wide and something flew out, and into the middle of the road.

Damn. Covering myself with both hands, I made a beeline for whatever it was, but just my luck a car came along at that moment so I had to wait on the kerb for it to pass by, before darting out onto the tarmac to retrieve the object.

It couldn't be. It was far too small. I picked it up and dashed back to the house and pressed my back against the wall again. I examined the item in my hand. It was barely a triangle of cloth, attached by string at the corners. And it was bright pink.

'You can't be serious.' I said to the window.

'You don't have to wear it, it's your choice. But you aren't coming back into this house until I have five pine cones.'

I took a deep breath and struggled into the thing trying to cover my manhood at the same time, which wasn't easy. The triangle of cloth was a pouch barely big enough to cover my cock and balls, and it occurred to me that maybe I needed a shave, because pubic hair was spilling out over the top of the thing.

OK, i was covered, sort of. Now I needed some pine cones. The time of year meant they wouldn't have fallen yet, so I needed to find a healthy tree to pick them from. There was a small woodland about half a mile away along the coast, so I decided to head along that way. If I saw a garden with a tree in it along the way, then all the better. I set off in a jog, but soon found that my, for want of a better word 'clothing' offered no support at all, and my balls kept bouncing free, so I had to slow down and just walk. I was so aware that my arse was there for all to see, and so I headed towards the beach, away from the houses, hoping there wouldn't be too many people there. It was however, a Saturday morning, and the weather wasn't too bad, so a few optimistic locals had set up their towels and were trying to catch what little sun they could. I tried to stay out of sight, but a group of young men and women saw me, the women whistling and the guys hurling abuse. I just ignored them and hurried along. Eventually I came to the woodland and quickly found a tree with some low hanging cones on it, ripped off five, and hurried back the way I had come, risking the road in the places where I knew there were sunbathers on the beach.

After what seemed like an age, I returned home and deposited the cones through the window.

'You took your time,' Lauren's voice sounded sarcastic. 'Enjoying yourself were you?'

'Hardly. Will you please let me in?'

'In a minute. First your next task.'

'You said you'd let me in when I'd got five pine cones.'

'So I did. But then I remembered I make the rules not you. Stop interrupting or this will just go on longer.'

'OK, what's the next task?'

'First, give me your G-string.'

'But - '

'First, give me your G-string,' Lauren repeated forcefully, 'I will give it back to you when I let you in. When I have your G-string, you will go to the other side of the road and face us. You will put your hands by your sides and stand there for two minutes. The clock will start when I am happy you are in position. If at any point you attempt to cover yourself, the clock will be reset, do you understand?'

My heart sank. I didn't see I had much of a choice. The longer this went on the more chance there was of someone coming past.

I sighed. 'Yes. OK.'

'When the time is up I will open the door and you can come back in and put your string back on. OK, off you go.'

I glanced around again and quickly slipped off the string, and tossed it through the window. Covering myself with both hands I darted across the road and assumed the position.

I stood there for what seemed like longer than two minutes. Standing there, fully aware of the hard concrete beneath my feet, of the cool breeze caressing my semi-erect penis. I tried desperately to think about other things, on the time on the clock that must be counting down. Then I heard a car coming. I stared at the front door directly across the street, praying it would open, but it didn't. As soon as the car came around the corner I involuntarily covered my shame. I couldn't stop myself. That meant the clock restarted and I had to stand for another two minutes, praying no one else on this street was home, or at least, not looking out of the windows.

Eventually, the door opened and I saw a hand reach out and hang the pink string on the door handle. I sprinted across the street, not bothering to cover myself, and slammed the door shut behind me. I looked up to find Lauren and Natalie applauding. I gathered myself and hurriedly put the string back on trying to hide my penis from Natalie, who by this point had stopped applauding and had started wolf-whistling. If this had just been Lauren, I probably would have been cooler about it all, but the possibility of someone I barely knew enjoying this put the edge on.

'So,' I tried to regain my composure, and act like this wasn't bothering me. 'What now?' I added, hoping that them having seen me totally nude meant we were close to the end of our little game.

How wrong I was.

I tried to sound calm, and keep my voice from wobbling.

'Well,' Lauren elongated the word, all the while her eyes moving up and down my nearly-naked body, 'I think maybe it's time we had something to eat.'

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just gone twelve. I had clearly lost all track of time, and they obviously wanted me to be their slave now.

'OK, what do you ladies want?' I asked casually, heading for the kitchen.

'I don't know,' Lauren said, and turned to Natalie, 'What do you fancy?'

And so I waited on the two women as they ate, thankfully, just a simple lunch of a few sandwiches. I ate in the kitchen, away from their stares. I wasn't really hungry, but I thought I'd better eat something. I didn't want to pass out in front of these two, who knows what they'd do to me.

Lauren and Natalie came into the kitchen just as I was finishing, and I was ordered to do the washing up.

'I think,' said Natalie, 'without the G-string.'

'Oh, come on. Hasn't this gone on long enough? When do I get my clothes back?'

'When we say,' said Lauren sternly, 'and the more you give us that attitude, the worse it's going to get. Come on, off with it. We've both seen it all already, so you've nothing left to be shy about.'

I didn't feel like this was true. I turned to the sink and slipped the string off, tossing it to Lauren over my shoulder, and began to fill up the sink. Lauren and Natalie sat at the kitchen table, making small talk, all the while I could feel their stares burrowing into my arse.

There wasn't much to clean, a few plates and knives and soon I was finished.

'Turn around.'

I did, slowly and reluctantly.

Both women were wide eyed, and staring openly at my crotch. My cock clearly liked the attention more than I did, began to stir.

'My,' Said Natalie, 'you weren't kidding.'

She and Lauren both burst into fits of giggles.

'Are we done here?' I snapped.

'No,' said Lauren, flatly when she stopped laughing, 'not yet. Natalie wants to see you,' she paused, searching for the right word, 'at your fullest.'

'What?'

'She wants to see you - ' Lauren began, but Natalie interrupted.

'I want to see your cock. Hard.'

My dick twitched. I couldn't help it. This was the first indication that I might get something out of this experience.

'I could use some help,' I said, coyly hoping that one of them would take me up on the offer.

'No,' said Lauren flatly. 'By yourself. Rub it, stroke it. Think about what you want us to do to you. And then,' she paused again, 'when you have cum, you can have your clothes back.'

'OK.' I wasn't happy about this, but I was getting an erection anyway, and if I was this close to getting my stuff back, then it was probably worth it. I reached down, and took my cock in hand, and froze.

Lauren had taken out a digital camera.

'What are you doing?'

'Taking pictures.'

'You can't do this.'

'Um, yes I can. And I have been, there's already plenty of you on here already, and unless you want to spend the rest of your life as naked as the day you were born, then you'll do as I say.'

She motioned for me to carry on. I closed my eyes, and tried to pretend I was all alone, masturbating in my room, in private, but the laughter from the two cackling hens was too loud to ignore. 

Wolf-whistles and cheers greeted my ejaculating onto the kitchen floor. Natalie walked over to me, stood on tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek.

'Thank you.' she whispered, and left. I heard the front door shut, and then Lauren approached me.

'Here's the key.' she took a small key out of her pocket and handed it to me.

'You did good.'

Wordlessly I took the key and went upstairs, and got dressed. I turned to see that Lauren had followed me and was watching me from the doorway.

'Don't act so angry, you know you enjoyed it.'

Some of it, I admitted, but only to myself.

'I've decided on a few new house rules.'

'Oh yeah? Do they involve not holding other people's clothes to ransom?'

'Not quite. One, when I ask you to do something, you do it, without question. Two, You are no longer allowed to lock any door. This includes when you are taking a shower or masturbating, for example. And Three, you tell no one of what has happened here.'

'And if I don't comply?'

'Then the photos I have here will find their way to your university campus and onto the internet.' She smiled, 'and I don't think we want that to happen, do we?'

I glared at her

'I've going to head out now, and give you some space. I'll see you later.'

She disappeared down the stairs, and she called out, 'We must do this again sometime.'

I had no doubt we would.



Home From Home Ch. 04



I didn't see Lauren again until the next morning. I showered, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. I was halfway through my second slice of toast when she appeared at the door. She was wearing more makeup than usual, her hair was swept up, and she was wearing a dress I'd never seen before. I'd always found her to be attractive, but that was down to her personality, and how well we got on, but the image before me in the early morning light can only be described as stunning.

I realised I was just staring, with my mouth hanging open, so I said, 'Morning,' before remembering I was supposed to be angry with her. Although to be honest, I didn't know how I felt. On the one hand she had sent me around the local neighbourhood in various states of undress, something I could have been arrested for, but on the other hand it was kind of flattering. Not only did she find me attractive enough to want to see in various states of undress, but also to show me off to a friend of hers. Or it was just possible she thought I was pathetic, and liked to laugh at me. But if this was the case, would she have given me a blow job? It was messing with my head, so maybe it was just best to pretend like nothing had happened. I'd have to do that anyway when Lauren's daughters got home, so it might be good to get some practice in.

'Going somewhere?' I asked. Lauren still hadn't moved from the doorway. Perhaps she was drinking in the attention.

'Yes,' she smiled at me, 'we are.'

'We? I kinda had plans to get back to studying, 'And where might we be going?'

'Oh, nowhere in particular.'

I didn't like the sound of that. That sounded like she had plans.

'Well, thank you for your kind offer, but I really need to hit the books today. Some other time maybe.'

'Oh, this won't take long. And I think you are forgetting yesterday aren't you? I think you'll be coming with me if you don't want certain photographs of your good self all over your campus.'

Oh yeah. The photographs. One day old and they're already being used to blackmail me. What did she have planned this time?

'Fine, if that's the way you want to play it.' I put the last bite of toast into my mouth, and stood up.

'You're gonna need to change. There's a strict dress code.'

'What should I wear?'

'I've already picked something out for you. It's on your bed.'

I trudged upstairs, guessing that I would be seeing that bloody pink thong again. I was wrong.

After a couple of minutes, Lauren appeared at my bedroom door.

'It really shouldn't take you this long to get ready.'

I was still trying to figure out what was going on. All that was lying on the bed was a black tie.

'I don't have a suit to goes with this.' I knew that that was the point, but I was searching for something, anything to cling onto that maybe I didn't have to get my bits out in public again.

Lauren gave me a dry look, obviously beginning to lose patience with me.

'Look, if you don't just do what I say, then things will get worse for you. Like yesterday. If you'd just given me the towel when I asked for it, you wouldn't have had to go traipsing around the neighborhood in that G-string. Or pose for those photographs on the other side of the street. I do hope one day you'll learn.'

I raised my eyebrow and started to lift off my shirt.

'No!' Lauren snapped, and raised her hand to stop me. 'We're going to do this the hard way, then maybe you'll learn.' She beamed at me. 'Let's do this downstairs.'

She picked up the tie and strode downstairs. I followed her silently. At the bottom of the stairs, she opened the front door.

'Please, I'll-' Lauren cut me off.

'Outside. Now.'

I stepped out, hoping that what I feared wasn't about to happen. It was. Lauren closed the door, and a moment later the window opened.

'In here.'

I looked around. It was early on a Sunday morning, and it was a quiet road anyway, so no one was around. I took my shirt off and threw it through the window. My socks followed, and after another glance around, my jeans.

'OK, hold it.'

The window closed and I waited, in my boxers, until Lauren opened the front door again. She closed it behind her and locked it.

'See what happens when you behave yourself?' She beamed at me. ' Wait here, I'll go and fetch the car.'

It was noticeably colder this morning than it was yesterday. I folded my arms across my chest to try and get a little warmer, and furtively looked around. After an age, Lauren's Mondeo came around the corner, and pulled up three doors away. I cursed her and ran to it. I pulled on the passenger door handle. It was locked. The window rolled down.

'Boxers off please.'

I began to complain but a look from Lauren made me stop. I glanced around and quickly pulled my pants down. I went to throw them in through the window, but Lauren had already wound it up again. She motioned to her window and rolled it down. I sighed, and ran around the front of the car to the driver's side. I passed them to Lauren through the open window. Lauren took out her handbag, folded my shorts up neatly, and tucked them away. She was deliberately going slowly, extending my embarrassment. She wound up the window, blew me a kiss, put the car in gear, and drove off.

I was stark bollock naked, in the middle of the road, absolutely flabbergasted. I had no way of getting back in the house, there was nobody in there to let me in, and with nowhere to hide. I heard another car coming, I looked around me desperate for something to hide behind, but there was nothing. I sprinted to the nearest house and backed up against the wall, with both hands over my crotch trying to hide myself. The car passed by without, apparently, noticing me. I desperately tried to think of a course of action. There was nowhere to hide here. That meant I would have to go somewhere to find cover. But where? And what if Lauren came back? What if she didn't? All this was running through my head when I heard her. I didn't know it was a her at this point, I could just hear footsteps. Fast footsteps. I looked up, and there she was, jogging down the road.

She was a brunette, long hair bouncing in a ponytail behind her. She wore a yellow headband, which matched the (very tight) yellow vest top she was wearing, along with very short black lycra shorts. She had a bottle of water in one hand, which she brought to her lips as she went by me. I tried as hard as I could to back into the wall behind me, so much so that I probably had a brickwork pattern on my arse.

I breathed out after she had passed the next house, but I froze again, when I saw her stop. I had the perfect rear view, and I must say, her backside was perfect, and those short shorts, I mean wow! I couldn't help but look, and I felt the first stirrings in my cock. I tried desperately to stop what was happening but I couldn't. And then she turned around and looked directly at me. Dead in the eye. She cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrow.

Shit.

'Good morning.' I smiled at her, as though this was the most normal thing in the world. Hoping she would turn again, and be on her way, but she must have taken that as an invitation, because she strode back towards me. I honestly thought she was gonna kick the crap out of me.

'Are you OK?.

Her voice was deep, and dusky. The kind of voice those sex kittens in fifties movies always had. This didn't help my blossoming erection subside. Especially as she was now an arm's length away from me, and her heaving chest was difficult not to notice.

'Err, mostly.' I didn't know what to say.

'You seem to be, er, underdressed.'

'Yes, well my landlady has odd ways of collecting the rent.'

The pretty girl laughed. That probably meant she wasn't going to call the police.

'Do you need any help?'

'Well if you have any men's trousers on your person, 32 inch waist, 33 inch inside leg then I'll pay any amount of money you want. Other than that, I don't think so.'

She laughed again. I guess my default setting in times of stress is 'comedy genius.' This information didn't help me any.

'My name is Jenni. With an I.'

'Alex. Forgive me if I don't shake your hand.'

She looked down.

'Ah yes. You seem to have your hands full.' She too was a comedy genius. 'So how did this happen?'

'It's a long story.' I really didn't want to recount it to a complete stranger.

'I'll bet it is. We should get together sometime and you can tell it to me.'

Was this girl hitting on me?

'Sure, any time. Well, not right now, but some other time.'

'Is it exciting?'

'What?'

'Is it exciting? Being naked in public. Only you seem to have a, well. . .' she trailed off, and looked down, at my, by now, throbbing erection, that no matter how hard I tried I could not cover with just my hands.'

I couldn't really deny it.

'A little, I guess. You're being here is definitely helping.'

She smiled. She really did have a gorgeous smile. A strand of brown hair fell across her face and she swept it back behind her ear. She bit her bottom lip, and looked around, as though she was deciding something, and she moved to stand by my side, back against the wall. She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling, and she started to take her trainers off.

'What are you doing?' I hissed.

'I thought you could use some company.' She whispered back, lifting her top over her head revealing a black sports bra.

'You don't have to do this,' I said, hoping she felt otherwise, my Landlady will probably be back soon, you don't have to. . .'

She peeled her shorts off. She must have been going commando, but the angle of her leg meant I couldn't see anything. Her hand quickly moved to cover herself, and with the other pulled her bra over her head and her breasts bounced free.

I only got a brief glance, before she dropped the bra on the ground, and covered her nipples with her left arm, but my God they were perfect. Two orbs that seemed to defy gravity, with small, pink nipples, just crying out to be kissed and caressed. I was in love with this girl. We'd known each other for two minutes and already we were naked together.

'Wow,' She said and looked at me, a big smile on her face, 'I've always wanted to do this but never had the balls before.'

I opened my mouth but couldn't think of anything to say.

'OK, I'm done now. Turn around.'

'Huh?' I replied, still gobsmacked.

'Close your eyes. I'm going to get dressed again'

I closed my eyes. I didn't think about it, I just did it automatically. I wish I hadn't. When I opened them again she was fully clothed again, and standing in front of me.

'I want to see you again.' She said, and leaned forwards. She kissed me. It was only quick, but it was the best kiss of my life. When I opened my eyes again she was disappearing around the corner, her perfect backside bouncing up and down as she jogged. At the same time, a blue mondeo came around the same corner, and pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down and Lauren yelled, 'OK, you can get in now!'

I paused for a second before I remembered where I was and what my predicament was, before belting over and into the car.

'My, my, someone seems excited,' Lauren murmured as I got in, 'We'd better do something about that. . .'



Home From Home Ch. 05



Lauren drove in silence for about five minutes, keeping her eyes on the road. I rested my head against the window, and stared into space. I was thinking about Jenni, the gorgeous vision I had met, not fifteen minutes earlier, stark-bollock naked, who then decided to join me in my nudity. I was running the event over in my head, trying to understand what exactly had happened, when my mind suddenly snapped back to attention. Staring at the scene out of the window, I didn't recognise where we were.

'So where exactly are you taking me?' I turned to Lauren. She glanced at around, and patted my thigh.

'It's alright, it's not far now.'

We drove for another few minutes, and pulled up in an empty car park, overlooking the sea. It was one of those typical British coastal ones, which was little more than a patch of dirt with a sign saying 'Car Park' next to it.

'OK,' Lauren smiled, 'Out you get.'

'You're not going to leave me here are you?'

Lauren laughed.

'No, I'm coming with.'

I stepped out. There were stones underfoot, and was very uncomfortable. This only served to remind me just how exposed I really was. I was still naked, and the cool October air helping my, by now, semi-erect penis to die down even more.

'What are we doing her?' I asked Lauren as she closed her door, and walked around to the back.

'Well,' she opened the boot, revealing a small hamper and a blanket. 'I thought it would be nice to have a picnic. Would you mind?' She gestured to the hamper, and I stepped forward and picked it up. I was happy to carry it, as it gave me something to hold in front of my junk in case anyone came by, but the place seemed deserted. There was a fair amount of woodland around, and I couldn't see a building anywhere.

'OK,' Lauren closed the boot, locked it and then pointed towards a small path that led away from the car park, down a small incline towards the beach. 'Down there.' She patted me lightly on my arse and I set off.

As I walked down the dusty track, barely a foot wide between two patches of grass, I could feel Lauren's eyes burrowing into my backside. I clutched the hamper tightly to my skin, and looked around again. There really was no one around, which was quite odd, considering it was a Sunday, and it was quite a pretty place. I felt Lauren's breath on my back.

'OK, head up through here.' She stepped past me, off the path and into a patch of woodland to our right, away from the shoreline. I followed her, getting scratched occasionally by a branch or a bramble. Eventually we came to an open patch of grassland, with the woods behind me, and a cliff running around the back. There was a sheer drop to the beach at the front. I began to relax. This was a very private place, no one could see us from above, unless they came right to the edge of the cliff, and as long as we stayed away from the front of our cliff, no one could see us from below. Lauren took the blanket from me and laid it out on the ground.

'Come on, sit.' She gestured towards the blanket, and I put the hamper down and collapsed on the blanket.

'I used to come here with my husband,' said Lauren, sitting next to me. 'I can't remember how we found it. I thought you'd like to see it.'

'It's fantastic. Although a pair of trousers would have been nice in those woods.' I was sitting cross legged, still trying to hide my nudity. 'Why are you doing this?'

'Doing what?'

'This. Getting me naked, leaving me in public places. It's a minor miracle I haven't been arrested yet.'

'I. . .' Lauren paused, and looked down at the ground. She took a deep breath. 'I guess. . . I've always been the one taking orders. My husband was always in charge. Every decision was his, even the divorce, I had almost no free will. And now he's gone, the girls are all grown up, and they pretty much take care of themselves. I just wanted to be in charge for a while.'

'There are other ways of doing it.'

'I know. But when I walked in on you and Sarah, I. . .' she trailed off again. 'I just couldn't stop thinking about you, like that. Naked. And then everything else just fell into place.'

For the first time since she'd got me in this state she couldn't look me in the eye. I reached out with my left hand, and placed it on her cheek, and guided her line of sight back to mine.

'It's OK.'

'Is it? I thought that, what with you know, Sarah and all, you'd be OK with all of this. But you clearly unhappy yesterday and it was so embarrassing for you, and I just kept going. I loved it so much I couldn't stop. You should hate me.'

'I don't. Believe it or not I understand. I've always been shy. Quiet.' I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. I'd kill for a chance to be 'the man' for a while. But it's kinda fun taking orders as well.' Lauren smiled again. She really had a pretty smile.

'What I do with Sarah, or did before you walked in on us is behave normally. Just naked. I guess she's in charge, I take my lead from her, but it's liberating. We are such good friends now, our relationship is so open, I feel I can share anything with her now. I'd love to have that kind of relationship with you.'

'Really?'

'Yeah. If you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask. You don't need to blackmail me, but I'd prefer not to be out here while I'm without my pants.'

'OK. After this we'll only do it indoors. But I'm keeping the photos, just in case.'

'Deal.' We shook hands.

Lauren leaned across, and took a bottle of wine and two glasses out of the hamper. I held the glasses while she poured.

'OK then, a toast,' she said taking one of the glasses from me, 'to our new open relationship.' I smiled as she giggled, 'I didn't mean it like that.

'I know what you mean.'

We sat and talked for what seemed like hours. We both laid down on the blanket. Like with Sarah, I almost forgot I was naked.

After a while, and several glasses of wine, Lauren suddenly asked, 'Is it a turn on?'

'What?'

'Getting your, you know, bits out for others to look at. It's just you usually get an erection when you're naked, but now. . .' she trailed off and took a long look at my penis, which had been flaccid for most of our time here.

'I suppose it's kind of a thrill. I guess my body thinks that being naked like that means I'm in with a shot of getting lucky, and prepares me for it. It's not something I particularly want to happen.'

'Oh.' She fell silent and continued staring at me. I felt a stirring.

'Yeah, and if you keep staring at it I'm gonna get a hard on, so please stop.'

She didn't.

'Look,' I said trying to distract her, 'If you wanna know how it feels, try it.'

'What?' She finally looked at my face.

'Take your clothes off. There's no one here but me. Nobody can see you.'

'You can!'

'I'll close my eyes.' To prove the point I clapped both hands over my eyes to prove it.

'No. I couldn't.' I took my hands away from my face and saw that from the look on her face, she was definitely thinking about it.

'It's OK, it was just a thought. I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to do.' I grinned at her.

'Oh it's like that is it? You're better than me is that it?' She was smiling, trying not to laugh.

'No, no, not at all. It's just if you don't have the bottle to do it yourself, then, maybe you shouldn't force others to.'

We smiled at each other, for a few, long seconds and Lauren downed the last of her glass of wine and stood up, slipping off her shoes.

'OK then, Mr. Smarty no pants.'

She reached back, and undid the zip on her dress. I saw it go loose, and she reached up and covered her breasts as it dropped silently to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, but she was wearing a pink pair of knickers, that tapered off to what looked like a string at the back. She stood looking at me, her right arm over her tits, and her left hand on her hip.

'Happy now?'

'No. You're still wearing something.'

She looked down at herself.

'You can't be serious.'

'Like I say, I'm not gonna force you to do anything. But here I am, Naked as the day I was born, and not through choice I might add. And there you are, still clothed.'

'Fine.' She smiled defiantly at me. 'If that's the way you want to play it.'

She turned away from me. Her panties were indeed a fine pink thong, with small flower detailing at the top. Her backside was smooth and round. I would never have guessed it belonged to a woman with two grown-up kids. Lauren looked over her shoulder at me. 

'Here goes.'

She took a deep breath, slipped both thumbs into the sides of her thong, and pulled them down. Her arse followed them as she crouched down to pull them over her feet. I tried, almost unconsciously to get a glimpse between her legs, but to no avail. Lauren stood up, and threw her panties at me.

'Hey, you. How do you like me now.'

'Much better.' I stared at her naked back. She was absolutely gorgeous, in the soft light, with these perfect surroundings. 'But your facing the wrong way.' Lauren turned, right arm over her chest, left hand between her legs. I barely had time to drink in the sight before she started looking a bit shifty.

'OK, that's it, shows over. Close your eyes.' I didn't want to push my luck so I put my hands over my face. When I removed them, Lauren was putting the wine glasses back in the hamper.

'Are we done now?'

'Almost. I have just one more thing to take care of. Stand up.

I stood, and Lauren folded the blanket up, and placed it in the hamper on top of the empty bottle and glasses. She closed the lid, walked towards me, knelt down, and took my throbbing erection deep in her mouth.



Home From Home Ch. 06



As time went on, I began to see less and less of my almost adoptive family. My university commitments, along with Sarah's, and Lauren's work meant that I really never got to spend much more than half an hour with either of them at any one time. I'd never seen much of Alison, the youngest, as she was the one with fewest responsibilities, and was always out with friends it seemed.

Anyway, a couple of weeks went by after my outdoor 'heart to heart' with Lauren, when it transpired that Sarah and I would be at home together by ourselves that Friday night. We made an agreement that we would both be up to date with our studies, and not to make other plans. I was quite looking forward to it, as I hadn't spent any time at all with her since her mother caught me masturbating for her, and I kinda wanted to finish that episode off, as it were.

Friday night rolled around. I got back a little late from a study session at the library, my study buddy wouldn't let me leave, despite my near desperation. I dumped my bag in my bedroom, slipped off my trainers and headed downstairs.

Sarah was in the living room, on her phone. I waved at her, and she smiled back. After a couple of minutes, and half a conversation that didn't really make any sense to me she hung up.

'Hi,' she smiled at me, 'finally made it then.'

'Yeah, sorry about that. But it's done now I am all yours for the rest of the evening. What did you have planned?'

'Oh, nothing really,' she said coyly, 'I thought we'd just, you know, hang out.'

She began to blush. I knew exactly what she meant, but I was going to play with her. She was usually quite embarrassed about asking me to get my bits out, and I found that very cute, so I played it for all it was worth.

'Just hang out huh?' I put on a thoughtful face, 'sounds interesting.'

'I thought so.'

At that moment We heard the front door open, and seconds later Alison stomped in and slumped onto the sofa with a sigh.

'What are you doing here?' Sarah asked, a little angrily.

'I live here. We share a bedroom, you must have noticed me.' Came the sarcastic response.

'Not really, you're barely here these days, I assumed you'd be out again this evening.'

'Yeah, well. Kayleigh had a big argument with her mum about a fake ID or something, and now she's grounded. And because she's grounded no one else can be bothered to go out either, and here I am.'

Sarah looked at me. I guess our 'fun' was off for the evening. It was an agreement we had not to risk it when someone else was in the house, and this definitely qualified.

'So what are you guys doing?' Alison asked

Sarah and I looked at each other.

'We hadn't really got that far. Maybe we could watch a movie or something?' Sarah said and I nodded, not being able to think of anything better. A DVD was produced, I can't remember what it was called, but it was the usual slushfest that comes from a girl's DVD collection. Boy meets girl, girl likes boy but boy is a total dick. Girl pursues boy in a series of 'hilarious' stunts until eventually boy has a complete personality change and we live bored forever after.

Afterwards we threw a frozen pizza in the oven, and conversation about the movie began. Alison loved it, Sarah less so, my silence gave my feelings away on the subject.

'What was wrong with it?' Alison asked , incredulous.

'The male characters in these films are always so unrealistic. They always have huge muscles, perfect teeth and no personality. For the first hour the guy is a total douche, bullying the smaller kids and banging the cheerleaders in ridiculous sex scenes. Then all of a sudden the nerdy girl gets the guy away from his friends and all of a sudden he's a sensitive poet with a heart of gold. And what is it with Hollywood that makes them think that a girl taking off her glasses automatically makes her an irresistible temptress? Its all balls.'

'Woah, calm down,' Alison said giggling, 'It's only a movie.'

'He's got a point though,' Sarah piped up. They guy spent half the movie with his shirt off trying to get laid, and then comes out as a sensitive soul. It's quite unrealistic.'

'I don't mind him spending half the movie with his shirt off.' Alison responded. 'He should have spent the whole movie with it off frankly.'

'And that's another thing,' Sarah continued, 'Two people have sex right? How can the guy spend the whole scene with his pants on, and the girl has to give everything up. It's clearly a chick-flick right? Why do we want to see a girl with fake tits flaunting everything on the screen for ten minutes.'

'It's so that the boyfriend who has inevitably been dragged to see the film doesn't die of boredom during the screening. I agree with you though, but for different reasons.'

'Like what?'

'Well, there's the assumption that all a guy wants to see is tits, bush and the occasional explosion. And if a guy gets naked in a movie it's always for comedic effect. A guy loses his pants and big laughs follow. It's all very patronising.'

'Yeah,' Sarah laughed, 'and it's always the fat guy with the tiny dick as well, never the cute one.'

I noticed at this point that Alison had gone bright red.

'Are we embarrassing you?'

'No, well,' Alison stuttered, 'It's just, I've never seen a movie where a guy, you know. . .' She trailed off.

'Get's his dick out? Trust me, most of the ones I've seen, you wouldn't want to.' Sarah shocked me slightly with how she phrased this. I'd never known her so confident when talking about matters sexual.

'No. I've seen loads where girls get their boobs out, but never a guy.' She trailed off again. 'I've often wondered about that. Why so many films show female nudity these days. I mean even films aimed at teenagers. Is it really necessary?'

'No of course not,' I replied, It's just there to sell tickets.'

'But why do the actresses do it? I couldn't I'd be too embarrassed.'

'Money, fame, who knows?' Sarah said. I'm sure that there would be an amount of money that would get you to show your tits to a camera.'

'No. None at all.'

'Even for, I don't know, a million pounds?'

'Who would pay that?'

'They do. Look it up on the internet. People get paid much more than that for a movie.' Sarah smiled. 'So. Would you?'

'What?'

'Get them out. For a million.'

'No.' Alison said, after a pause.

'You thought about it. I think your answer would be different if there were actual money on the table.'

'What about you then?' Alison snapped back. 'Would you get yours out for a million quid?

'Hell yeah. Easy money.'

I couldn't believe the conversation I was listening to.

'What. Are you serious?'

'Yep. And I bet you'd have your price too.' She turned to me. 'What about you?'

'What?' I said a little surprised.

'Would you get your bits out on film?'

'It would depend.'

'On what?'

'On lots of things. Who was asking. The context of it. If it was a big laugh piece then no. If it was integral to the plot then possibly.'

'Really?' Alison was staring at me wide eyed. 'You'd be willing to get naked if you were being paid to? Wouldn't you be too embarrassed?'

'Oh, he's got nothing to be embarrassed about.'

I shot a look at Sarah, and she put her hand over her mouth, realising what she'd just said.

Alison turned to her, 'Have you seen his. . .' she left the sentence unfinished.

Sarah slowly nodded, and turned to me apologetically.

'Sorry, I didn't think.'

'Have you two fucked? When did this happen? Why didn't I know about this?'

'No we haven't. We just played a game of truth or dare, and it just happened.'

'It just happened, my arse. You asked me a deeply personal question that you knew I wouldn't answer and then told me to take all my clothes off.'

'Yeah. I did do that.'

'Well then,' Alison said, 'If she's seen you naked, I wanna see you naked.'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Because.' I couldn't think of a good reason at this point.

'That's a cop out. If you've already done it once, what's the problem?'

'Like I said, it's context. Sarah put me in a position where I had no choice. There were rules in the game we were playing. I lost. You are offering me nothing here, you just want me to take my pants off. I'm not a piece of meat.' I joked.

'Tell you what.' Sarah interjected. 'Let's make a deal. The rules of our game were that you couldn't ask someone to do anything they weren't prepared to do themselves. So,' She turned to me, 'If she's willing to do the same, will you get naked for her?'

Game over. Alison had already said she wasn't prepared to do it, so I felt that I had nothing to lose.

'Sure, sounds fair to me.' We both looked at Alison.

'No. I can't. I just can't'

'OK then,' Sarah said, getting up. 'Subject closed.'

We ate our pizza, our conversation turning to other things. I really did enjoy spending time with them. We laughed, we joked, we shared. Just as we were finishing up Alison got a text.

'I've got to go,' she said smiling, 'Kayleigh's mum just left her alone so I'm going over to hang out. See you later.'

And with that she bounded out of the room, and out of the house.

'I guess we'll do the washing up then,' Sarah said, rolling her eyes. 'But first, I think someone is a bit overdressed.'

'Yes, you are.' I replied smiling.'

'What?' Sarah's smile disappeared.

'You said it yourself. The rules were we couldn't ask someone to do something we weren't prepared to do ourselves. So,' I paused for effect, 'Ladies first.'

She was speechless. I had never actually asked her straight out to take her clothes off before. I had hinted at it, but she'd always stayed coy. I was beginning to think I'd bitten off more than I could chew when she looked me dead in the eye and said, 'OK. Rules are rules.'

She turned and left the room. I followed, a few paces behind, and she led me to my room. I entered, and she closed the door behind me.

'What we are going to do,' she said, standing in front of me, 'is take off one item of clothing in turn. OK?'

'Sure.'

'You first. Take off your socks.'

I did so. I threw them into the corner.

'You too.'

She took a deep breath, and bent down. She placed them by her side.

'OK, now your shirt.' Her face was deadpan. Showing absolutely no emotion.

I grabbed my shirt at the base and pulled it over my head. I looked back at her.

'Jeans.' I said.

She tilted her head, maybe a little surprised. Wordlessly she began to unbutton her dark blue denims slowly revealing a pair of pastel pink knickers. She turned before pulling them down, giving me a fantastic view of her beautiful bethonged arse. I just wanted to step forward and bury my face in it, but I managed to restrain myself. Well, most of myself. I was rock hard inside my pants before her jeans landed in a heap by her socks. She looked over her shoulder.

'You like?'

I nodded, open mouthed.

'OK, your turn.'

I paused for a second then gathered myself. I unbuttoned my fly, and rather ungainly dragged my jeans off.

'Wow,' Sarah said smiling, 'Someone's pleased to see me. You want my shirt off next?'

I nodded, still unable to speak. It had often occurred to me just how beautiful this young woman was, but her body was more amazing than I could possibly have imagined. Her tanned, unblemished skin, her round, supple backside, like a peach. And now her flat stomach, as she lifted her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced free. Not small, but just enough of a handful to be considered perfect. I couldn't move. She stepped forward and stood, inches from me. She stood on tip-toes and kissed me on the mouth. She hooked her fingers inside my pants, and knelt down.

She pulled my shorts down, and I stepped out of them. She reached up and took my cock in her right hand, and began stroking me. She looked up, and into my eyes. I smiled at her, and she grinned back, before turning her gaze to my straining member. She paused and massaged my balls with her left hand for a few seconds before returning to her pumping of my cock.

It didn't take long until I whispered breathlessly, 'I'm gonna cum!' She just had time to take evasive action before I sprayed my floor with semen. I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life. Sarah continued to stroke me, milking the last few drops out of me, and onto the carpet. She stood, with my balls in her hand, and kissed me again, this time her tongue sneaking into my mouth.

She stood back, letting go of me, and we just stared at each other. I don't know how long for. It felt like an eternity. We were snapped out of it by the sound of the front door opening. Sarah Swiftly gathered up her clothes, and was gone. I just stood, staring at the open door. Then suddenly, a voice travelled up the stairs. It was Lauren.

'Why hasn't the washing up been done?'



Home From Home Ch. 07



November came along, and with it came the winter. The last of autumn had gone, and there was a definite chill in the air. Rain became more and more common, and the fresh air of the English coast was a surprisingly welcome entity in my life. 

My life settled back into a certain amount of normality. My 'shared' experience with Sarah put our relationship in a whole new context. We became much closer as friends, but we decided to stop the exhibitionism our time together had developed into. Sarah felt that if we kept on the way we were going, and one of us met someone and began a relationship, then us living in the same house would be awkward. I could see where she was coming from, and given my sexual encounters with her mother, I figured it was for the best.

Lauren, Sarah's mother and my landlady, didn't quite have the same theory. I don't think she was planning on entering the dating scene anytime soon, and we spent more and more time together. When we were alone, she would encourage me to be nude, but sexual contact stopped. Most often I would shy away from being completely naked, and hang out in just a pair of shorts, but a few times, when I felt particularly comfortable with her, or the alcohol had been flowing, I would go all the way. Lauren seemed happy enough with this. I would compliment her on her appearance, and encourage her to take her clothes off too. She was reluctant, but would sometimes wear skirts that showed a lot of leg, or tops that revealed a fair bit of cleavage, but I didn't push her beyond what she was comfortable with.

It was a Wednesday morning, and I had no lectures to get to. I was In no rush to get out of bed. I decided to let the girls get on with their morning routines. I had too often got in the way of the three women in the house and their ablutions, and it's not something I would recommend to my worst enemy. I stayed in bed, listening to the sound of running water in the pipes, waiting for the girls to be done. Alison had to go to College, and she was the first up and the first out of the house. Sarah, like me had no lectures, but she was working with some friends on organising something for charity, so she was out of the house soon after.

When I judged it was safe, I hit the shower. There wasn't much hot water left by now, so it didn't last long. I patted myself down with a warm towel, wrapped it around myself, and left the bathroom. I turned right towards my room, and the towel was ripped from my waist. I spun around, clutching at my crotch. Lauren darted past me holding my towel.

'Listen.' she snapped as I darted towards her trying to grab the towel back. I stopped, placing both hands over my genitals again.

'OK,' I said, calmly, 'I'm listening.'

She was standing in my bedroom doorway. She held the towel in front of her, almost like a shield.

'I need to ask a huge favour.'

'OK, what is it?'

'I can't say.'

I stepped forward.

'But,' Lauren said sharply. I stopped. 'I really need you to do this for me. It would mean the world to me and I just need you to agree to it. Please.'

The look on her face showed me that whatever it was, it meant a lot to her.

'You've got a hell of a way of asking people for favours,' I said, 'If it means that much to you then sure.'

'You promise?'

I nodded.

'You swear?'

I nodded.

'Say it.'

'OK, I promise, I swear that I will do you this favour.'

'Thank you, so much.' She ran forward and hugged me. I was still clutching my junk, so I couldn't hug her back. 'I promise I will make it up to you.'

'OK, what do you want me to do?'

She stepped back.

'I need you to put this on.' She pulled something out of her back pocket. I gave her a stern look, and she stepped back, 'You promised!'

It was a pink G-string.

'I know but-' Lauren interrupted me.

'I promise I will make this up to you. Don't make that be keeping hold of some compromising photographs I may have. I can make it something better. Anyway, You can put your normal clothes over the top.'

She held the offending item out at arms' length towards me. I took it as I walked past, and into my room.

'Thank you.' Lauren smiled, and slapped my arse playfully as I went by. I closed the door.

Ten minutes later, fully dressed, I found Lauren drinking coffee in the kitchen. She smiled at me.

'Are you gonna tell me exactly what is going on?'

'Not yet. Have some breakfast, and be ready to go out in half an hour.'

Go out. That didn't sound good.

I raised my eyebrow, and Lauren beamed back at me.

Half an hour later, Lauren and I were in her car. We pulled out of our quiet street and headed along the coast road for a little while. We drove in silence. I stared out of the window. The sky was grey, and the sea was choppy, despite a lack of wind. We turned inland, into another residential area, and eventually pulled up in a car park next to an apartment complex.

'OK,' Lauren turned the engine off. 'Here's the deal.'

'I'm listening.' I said flatly.

'It's Natalie's Birthday this week-'

'No.' I interrupted. Lauren put her hand on my arm, and looked into my eyes.

'Natalie's my best friend. She really helped me through my divorce. I would do anything for her. And when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she said she wanted you. After the last time, she thinks we have a kind of, master slave thing going on. I couldn't say no.'

'But I can.'

'You promised. You swore.' She punched me lightly on the arm. 'I really need you to do this. Anyway,' She beamed at me, 'You'll have fun. Trust me.' She kept smiling. I gave in.

'OK, but you owe me.'

'Thank you.' She leant over and kissed me on the cheek.

I opened the door and got out. Lauren did the same. She clicked the central locking on, and walked around to my side of the car. She was carrying a large shopping bag.

'OK, for the basis of today's fun, I am the master, you are the slave. Everything I say, goes. If you don't, my favourite photographs go public. OK?'

'Yes.'

'OK, put your clothes in here.' She held the bag open.

'What? Here?'

'Yes, here. Look if you do this prolonging stuff again, it's going to get worse. Comply, and it will go a lot more smoothly.'

I gave her a look, but began to peel off my sweater. I dumped it in the bag.

'Fold them neatly.' Lauren said sternly. I did as I was told. I pulled off my shirt, folded it and put it in the bag. My shoes followed, as well as my socks. The concrete beneath my feet, was cold, but thankfully dry.

'Hold it.' Lauren said. She put the bag down and pulled out her mobile phone. She flipped it open and pressed a few buttons.

'Hi,' she said, 'We're here.'

She looked up at the block of flats directly ahead of us. On the third floor, a curtain twitched, and I could see Natalie looking out at us. She waved. Lauren waved back.

'Uh-huh,' Lauren said into the mouthpiece, 'OK.'

'Turn around,' she said to me, 'Are you wearing boxers?'

'Yes,' I said turning, 'What you provided doesn't offer really do the job.'

'Perfect,' She smiled, 'Take your jeans off. Slowly.'

I did as I was told. I looked around, and was pleased to see the area was deserted. Everybody was at work, or school, or just keeping out of the cold. I folded my jeans and placed them carefully in the bag.

'OK,' Lauren said, still on the phone. She was clearly relaying orders. 'Lean on the car bonnet.'

Again, I did as I was told. I was now bent over the front of Lauren's car, my backside pointing at Natalie's building, directly in front of the birthday girl herself.

'OK,' Lauren said, and hung up. Turning to me she said, stay there, palms on the car until I say otherwise, OK?'

I nodded. My mouth had gone dry.

'Good.'

She walked around me and stood to my left. She took hold of the waistband of my pants and lowered them slowly. I felt the elastic brush against my cheeks, followed by my thighs and calves. I lifted my feet one at a time and Lauren removed my last article of sensible clothing. She folded them and walked to where she had left the bag. She carefully placed them inside and picked it up.

'OK,' I'll be back in a minute. Stay where you are.' She took the bag, and walked towards the block behind me. I looked over my shoulder and watched Lauren disappear inside. I turned and stared directly into the bonnet. I didn't want to see if there was anyone around anymore, I just focussed on the metal a couple of feet from my face. I assumed Natalie was still watching, so I dared not move from the position. I was becoming more and more aware of the chill in the air. After what seemed like an age, Lauren came back.

'You can stand up straight now. Don't turn around.'

She handed me a mug. Steam was coming out of it. I took it and drank deeply. It was coffee, and helped to warm me up. It was only half-full, so I drained it fairly quickly. I handed the empty mug back.

'OK, sit up on the bonnet.'

I did as I was told. Lauren put her hand on each knee in turn, and moved it outward. Then legs splayed, she put her hand on my chest and pushed me back, until I was leaning on my elbows.

'Stay put, there's a good boy.' Lauren smiled at me, and backed away slowly, drinking the image in. I looked at her, pleading silently for her to stop this, but she turned and disappeared inside again. I looked up, and wished I hadn't. Natalie was there, camera in hand, taking photographs of my shame. After a minute or so, she looked over her shoulder, then left the window. I stayed where I was, in case she came back, and decided to make things worse. As I suspected, she came back very quickly, and waved at me, smiling. Lauren reappeared at the door, holding the camera.

'Natalie wants some close-ups.' Lauren said, by way of explanation. She began snapping away, I tried to look away as much as possible, but Lauren scolded me, saying Natalie wanted my face in the photos. I did as I was told. Adopting new poses. Some with my chin on one of my knees, lying on my belly, and a few other humiliating positions. After a while, Lauren's phone rang.

'Yeah?' She paused, listening to the earpiece. Eventually she said, 'OK,' and hung up. She turned to me.

'Natalie is very disappointed that you are following instructions. She had a punishment all lined up for you at this very point, but you've been too well behaved.'

I smiled, despite my predicament. At least I'd avoided extra humiliation.

'However, before we can let you inside, you have to complete a task.' My smile subsided. I should have guessed.

'Natalie wants you,' Lauren paused, for effect, 'to find something that she has hidden in the vicinity.'

'What is it?'

'You'll know it when you find it.' I climbed off the car, and looked around.

'But,' Lauren said, clearly enjoying her part in this little theatre, 'There is a time limit. If you don't complete the task in the allotted time, you will have to endure the aforementioned punishment.'

'How long do I have.'

'I am not at liberty to divulge that information. But the clock started when my phone rang. Off you go.' 

OK, so I had to find something, not knowing what it was, in with a time limit I didn't know. I figured that it would be in as open a space as possible, to maximise my humiliation. I looked around again. I decided to stick to the building wall, and walk around looking for anywhere that seemed likely. I followed the wall around the corner, ducking below windows as I went, all the while looking out for passersby. On the other side of the building, there was a kind of courtyard, with three blocks surrounding it, with a blank wall on the fourth side, to my left. I figured here was the most exposed. There was a garden area in the middle. I started out towards it, and caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and I looked up. There was a woman on a second floor balcony, wearing a robe and smoking a cigarette. She was leaning on the railing and looking out into the garden. I ducked back behind the first building, and waited. She seemed to take an age, but eventually she flicked the butt out into the courtyard, and turned to go inside. I ducked out, keeping low, holding my pouch. Partially to hide myself, and partially to stop my balls falling out. I was ever more aware of the cold air on my bare cheeks as I reached the centrepiece, and looked around. Leaning up against a small gnome was a picture frame. I picked it up. The photograph in the frame was of me. Stark naked, hands by my side, semi erect penis in full view, taken from my last encounter with the lovely Natalie. I clutched it over my bare arse and legged it back to the car.

Lauren was waiting for me. I gave her the photograph, and she smiled at it. Her phone beeped. She read the text message and I glanced back up at Natalie. She waved at me again. I looked at Lauren again.

'Let me guess, I said, 'I didn't make it back in time.'

You know what,' Lauren smiled at me, ' You are correct. You didn't.'

'What do I have to do?' I sighed.

'Stand on the roof.'

She gestured me up on the bonnet, and then onto the roof. I stood up gingerly.

'Drop the string.'

'Oh come on!'

'Do you want to get out of the cold? I thought so, do as you're told.'

I looked around.

'Never mind who's looking, take it off! You're only making things worse. The longer you take, the longer I'll take!'

I took a deep breath and slid the thong down, and finding little resistance, dropped to the cold metal of the car's roof.

'Throw it down to me.' 

I kicked it in her direction. It landed on the ground in front of her.

'Come down here and pick that up.' Lauren said sternly.

I gave her a long look, but did as I was told. I stood up straight and handed the offending item to her.

'Good boy. Don't do anything like that again. Get back up there.' I turned and climbed back up on the roof.

'Put your hands on your head.' I did as I was told. I could feel a thousand eyes staring at me.

'Now,' Lauren said pulling out the camera again, 'This wouldn't have happened if you'd just taken the string off when I told you to. Don't move.'

I stood still, as Lauren moved all the way around the car, taking photographs as she went. She must have taken about a hundred before she clambered up onto the bonnet, and began to take some close-ups of my exposed cock, which twitched, involuntarily.

'Good boy,' Lauren said and patted me on my balls, 'Now this,' she continued jumping back onto the concrete of the car park, 'Is for not throwing me the string like I asked you to. Do not move.'

She walked off, and disappeared back inside. I stared at the floor. I wondered how long this was going to go on for. I heard a banging on glass. I looked up to Natalie's window. Natalie and Lauren both stood there, with mugs in their hands, Lauren taking more snaps with her free hand. There was a pause as the women exchanged a few words. Natalie held up a finger, and rotated her wrist. I took that to mean turn around. I turned, slowly, hoping this would satisfy them. I stood facing them again. More words were exchanged, and Natalie giggled. She looked down at me and held her hand up and formed a fist. She held it at crotch level and gave me the signal to start playing with myself.

I looked up, and shook my head pleading them not to make me do it. A window was opened, and Lauren leant out.

'Do you want this over quickly?' She shouted down to me, rather too loudly, 'Or do you want us to make a scene, so people come and see what's going on?'

I began to rub myself. It didn't take long to get an erection. I looked at the floor again as I slowly stroked up and down my length. Some more loud window banging indicated I should make eye contact again. After plenty of giggling and another short conversation, Lauren disappeared. After another short while, the door opened and she strode out.

'Stand on the bonnet, hands behind your head.' She said flatly. I did as I was told. I stood, member fully erect at pretty much Lauren's eye level. She reached up. She had a pink ribbon in her hand. She tied it in a bow, sliding it under my balls, and over my dick. She kissed the head of my swollen member, and said quietly, 'Very pretty.'

She walked away, and indicated I should follow her. I stepped down, hands still behind my head and hurried behind her. She closed the door behind us. She slid her hand down my back, and it settled on my arse. She pushed me gently towards the lift.

'Push the button.'

I reached out with my left hand and received a sharp smack to my backside.

'Hands behind your head.'

I glared at her, and placed my hand back on my head. I had to stand on my toes, but it was still a bit of a stretch, but I managed to summon the lift with my still hard cock. The ribbon was quite tight, and was applying pressure, keeping me fully erect. I looked up at the lights above the doors. The lift started at level five. It came down, four, three, two. It paused. Oh god, someone was getting on! I looked at Lauren pleading with her to let me cover myself, but she slowly, unblinkingly, shook her head. The doors opened, and I turned back to face yet more humiliation.

A woman, she must have been in her early twenties stood before me. Blonde, Wearing jeans and a t-shirt stood before me. Her mouth dropped open, as her gaze dropped to my beribboned genitals. I received another smack on the arse, and Lauren gestured me into the lift. She looked at the newcomer.

'He's my birthday present to a friend.'

The woman gathered herself and said, 'I need to get friends like you.'

'We want the third floor. Are you leaving?'

'Um, no,' the girl paused, 'I, er, think I left something behind. Three's fine.'

Damn. She fumbled in her purse as the door closed. Lauren made me turn and face the door. The girl finished fumbling and pulled out a camera. She turned to Lauren.

'May I?'

'Please,' Lauren gestured to me, 'Go ahead.'

The girl held her phone up, and I heard the artificial shutter sound. God, she was taking pictures. She gave the phone to Lauren.

'Would you?'

Lauren took the phone, and the girl slid in next to me and smiled at Lauren, who began taking shots.

'Can we turn him around?' The girl asked.

'Do what you want with him,' Lauren smiled back, 'Treat him as your mannequin. Put him in whatever position you like.'

The girl turned me around. I felt her hands on my arse, and heard the shutter going. She turned me around again.

'Can we do some close-ups?' She knelt down next to my cock and smiled at the camera. She cupped my balls. Another photo was taken. The girl leant forward, and planted a kiss on my member. Another snap. She stood up. I noticed a pink lipstick mark on the side of my cock. She grabbed my arm, and pulled it down by my side. She pulled the other one down behind her in an embrace, and placed my hand on her backside. She smiled again. More snaps. She grabbed my dick in her right hand, and stood up on tip-toes to kiss me on the cheek. Another snap. This was the last one. The girl took her phone back, and put it in her handbag. She pulled out a card.

'I've got a birthday coming up,' She gave the card to Lauren, 'Here's my number if you're interested.'

The lift had arrived at it's destination while ago. The doors opened, and Lauren put my hands back behind my head and marched me out. She had me turn around, grabbed me by the hips, and made my cock wave goodbye to the stranger. The girl waved back, as the doors slid shut.

Lauren looked down at me.

'We'd better get rid of that smudge.'

She knelt down in front of me, and engulfed me. Right up to my tightly wound bow. I felt her tongue move all the way around my cock. She slid off me, took out a handkerchief and wiped me dry. 

'There, that's better.'

She pushed me forward. We were in a corridor with soft carpet underfoot. There were two doors, one on either side, directly opposite each other about halfway along. We stopped outside them and Lauren knocked on the door to our right. It opened slowly.




Home From Home Ch. 07



Natalie stood in the doorway. I have to say she looked stunning. Her brown hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore tight jeans and a low-cut top that showed off her figure magnificently.

'Good morning.' She smiled at me.

'Morning.' I said flatly.

There was a long pause, as she looked me up and down. Lauren nudged me with her elbow.

'What?' I asked her.

'Well, it is Natalie's birthday. I think you should sing her happy birthday.'

'Can we go inside first?'

Lauren tilted her head and raised her eyebrow.

'What do you think?'

I took a deep breath and began to sing. I don't have the best singing voice, but I get by.

'What?' Natalie leaned forwards. 'I can't hear you.'

I increased the volume. I really hoped no one was home next door. When I finished, Natalie gave me a round of applause, and stepped back.

'Please, come in.'

Lauren patted my arse again, but I didn't need any encouragement. She closed the door behind us, as I walked into Natalie's living room. She turned back to me.

'Now, I think it's time to unwrap my present.' She said hungrily. 

She knelt in front of me. I could feel her breath on my skin. She leant forwards, and took the end of the ribbon in her mouth, and slowly pulled back, undoing the bow. She sat back, ribbon still in mouth. She stood up, and joined Lauren, who had sat down on the sofa. The bag of my clothes was sitting on the floor next to them.

'Now what?' I asked, to fill the silence.

Natalie turned to Lauren, 'After all this he still has an attitude. You'd think he'd have learnt by now.'

Lauren suppressed a giggle, 'I think he needs another punishment.' She was enjoying this way too much.

'I agree,' Lauren said happily, 'I want twenty press-ups, mister.'

I didn't argue. I got down on the floor and did as I was told. I was so aware of my penis rubbing against the carpet on every downstroke. Lauren was taking photos again. When I was done, I was made to stand with my hands on my head again. The two women continued to stare at me.

'OK,' Natalie said eventually, 'I think it's time for your next challenge.'

I said nothing, just hoping that whatever it was meant staying inside.

'I want you to wank for us.'

I took my hands off my head.

'But,' Natalie continued, 'You have only got five minutes to come. If you don't come in the time limit, we will let you finish, but it will affect the next task.' She picked up a polystyrene cup, and handed it to me.

'I don't want you to make a mess.'

She pulled out a stop-watch.

'OK,' She paused, 'Go.'

I reached down and began stroking furiously. I pitched my eye-line at Natalie's cleavage.

'Hey, I'm up here.' Natalie said sternly. I looked up at her face, hers staring squarely at my crotch now. They were playing dirty. I pictured Natalie naked. I imagined her sitting in front of me, her breasts and pussy in full view. In my minds eye she reached down, and began playing with her clit, while she stared at me.

I kept stroking, getting faster if that was possible, until I felt that familiar tightening.

'Time's up!' Natalie shouted, seconds before I shot my load into the cup.

'Oh,' Lauren clapped her hands together, 'So close.'

I milked the last drops out of my cock, as it began to soften.

'Your next challenge,' Natalie said, as I placed the cup on the coffee table by the window, 'Is to find the rest of those pesky photographs. I seem to have mislaid three of them, they must be around the building somewhere.'

'And I have to find them.'

'Unless you want anyone and everyone seeing them.'

'Out of curiosity, how would my finishing in time have made this better?'

'I'd have given you your pouch back.'

Great. Stark bollock naked I was pushed out of the door, and into the hallway. Where to start. She had said they were all in the building, so if I did a sweep, started at the top, say, and worked my way down, hopefully I'd find them all. And hopefully I wouldn't run into anyone on the way. I headed towards the lift, hands over my junk, just in case. As I reached the doors, I noticed the stairs to my left. That was probably a better bet. I could double back if I heard anyone coming, I'd be trapped if I was in the lift. I bolted up the stairs, three at a time until I reached the top floor, the fifth. I poked my head around the corner, checking to see if it was clear. The hallway, identical to the third floor was empty, and on the windowsill at the other end of the hall sat a photo frame. I nipped out and crept along the carpet, trying not to make a noise. I picked up the frame. It a picture of me, dick in hand, a strained expression on my face stared back at me. I clutched it to my crotch and sprinted back to the stairs. I checked each of the other floors, but there was nothing to be found.

I found myself at the bottom of the stairs looking out into the foyer. There was a desk off to the right of the door, with a female security guard sitting at it. She wasn't there when we came in. She wore a blue uniform, that wasn't that flattering frankly, but she could have done with losing a few pounds. She looked up from her computer screen, and I ducked back behind the wall.

'We do have CCTV here you know,' I heard her voice call out.

Shit.

'You may as well come out, if you know what's good for you.'

Gingerly, still clutching the frame in front of me, I stepped out into the foyer.

'I can explain-'

'It's alright,' she said standing up and walking out around her desk, 'Natalie told me all about her plans. I told her it was OK.'

'Oh.' I couldn't think of anything else to say.

'You'll be looking for some photographs, will you?'

'Uh, yeah. I've found one.'

'Well I know where the other two are, if you'd like the help.'

'That would be fantastic.'

'Well I have one behind my desk, and the other is in the basement's gym. You need a key card to get in.'

'Oh. Well your help would be greatly appreciated in that case.'

'What's it worth to you?' My mouth dropped open.

'What?'

'Well I'm not about to give this stuff up for free. Letting a pervert run around the building, letting him into the gym, it's more than my job's worth. What will you do for me?'

'What do you want?' I couldn't believe the girls upstairs were doing this to me. They weren't even getting to see me now, I was just being humiliated.

'I want,' she appeared to think, 'To see your junk.'

'OK, I can do that.' What the hell, everyone else was getting to see it. I lifted the picture, and held it in front of my chest. The guard tilted her head to one side, and nodded.

'Good.' She walked behind her desk, and unlocked a drawer. She walked over to me and handed me the second picture. It was of me in the street outside of Lauren's house in the pink pouch thing.

'It suits you.' The guard smiled. I could read her name badge now, it showed her name was Linda Smith.

'Thank you, Linda,' I smiled as best I could, 'could you let me into the gym please?'

'Certainly. Follow me.' She walked, far too slowly for my liking to the lift. She summoned it and we got in. She hit the button marked B. I was covering myself again now, but she scolded me.

'There's no need to get bashful, or I may get bashful about you using my keycard.' She smiled, and I uncovered myself.

'Good boy.'

The doors opened, into a small room. We walked out and Linda swiped her card. The door clicked as it unlocked. She pulled the door open, and gestured me in.

'See you later,' She smiled, as I walked through, 'With any luck.' She added as the door clicked shut behind me. Thankfully, the place was deserted. I scanned the room, looking for a photo frame. I couldn't see it. There were two doors off to my right. I threaded my way through the fitness equipment towards them. They were shower rooms. One for males, one for females. I sighed again. I figured Natalie wouldn't have been in the men's room, so I gingerly opened the door to the ladies. The room was empty. I ducked inside. There were lockers on my left, and some benches in the middle of the room, and on the far wall. There was no sign of a picture There was a gap in the wall on the right. This must have been the showers, I crept over, but I couldn't hear any water running, so poked my head through the gap. No people, but no picture either. Damn. Had Linda lied to me, just to get me in here? I turned and looked at the lockers. I figured it was worth checking out. I put the pictures I had already collected on the bench and started opening lockers. Some were locked, but in the sixth or seventh one I opened, there it was. I was again in the street, and in the thong, but I was clearly rearranging myself, and you could see my dick hanging out of one side. I picked the other frames up, and left the locker room.

I made my way back up the stairs exchanging smiles with Linda on my way through the lobby. I knocked on Natalie's door.

'Who is it?' Called Natalie a few seconds later.

'You know damn well who it is,' I snapped back. I scolded myself. That kind of attitude wasn't going to get me inside.

'OK, pass me the pictures through the letterbox.'

At about waist height was a metal flap. I lifted it up and one by one passed the pictures through the gap. There was a long pause.

'OK,' This was Lauren, 'Now your dick.'

'What?' I asked, incredulous.

'Put your dick in the flap. It's not difficult.' 

I lifted the flap and guided my soft piece through the gap. I felt two hands fondling me.

'Ooh, it's a bit soft,' Natalie said in an overly theatrical voice, 'This won't do at all. I think he needs to be a bit harder, before we let him in.'

I heard Lauren giggling, before she said, 'I agree, totally.'

The hands kept fondling me, stroking me, and soon I had an erection. The hands stopped. I was left standing there, bare arse to the world, my erect cock still inside Natalie's flat.

'OK, stand back.'

I took a pace backwards, my dick bouncing free of the letter box.

'Hands on your head.' I did as I was told. The door opened, and Lauren and Natalie stood before me. Just doing that would have given me an erection. They were both standing in their underwear. Two lacy bras, and two pairs of skimpy knickers, in my current condition was probably the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. They beckoned me in, and Natalie softly closed the door behind me.



Home From Home Ch. 08



'Hey Alex?'

There was a knock on my bedroom door, and I looked up from my text book as Sarah opened it and peeked round.

'Oh hi, I didn't realise you were back.'

'Yeah, Mum picked me up on her way back from work, she's sorting something out for dinner now.'

'OK.'

There was a pause. She stood, weight on her left leg, head on one side and her hands behind her back. She seemed to be thinking. Eventually I jumped in.

'Is everything OK?'

'Yeah, it's just,' she paused again, chewing on her bottom lip, 'You know I've been helping to organise this charity thing at uni?'

'Yes.' I said, slowly.

Well, it's next weekend, and everyone I know is taking a date, and I don't really want to go by myself, but I can't miss it after all the work I've put in,' I interrupted her.

'You want me to go with you?'

'If you don't want to, I completely understand, it won't be your kind of thing, and I wouldn't ask otherwise, but, you know,' she was rambling again. She was clearly nervous about asking me out. It was very cute, but I decided to save her blushes and jump in again.

'I'd love to.'

'Really?'

'Yeah. I don't get much time to hang out outside of the house much, and you've put so much work into it, it would be a shame to see you miss out.'

She beamed, and rushed over and gave me a hug. I was sitting down, and her chest wound up pressed into my ear. I patted her on the back.

'OK, it's not that big of a deal,' I said. She stood back. 'So what is this thing anyway? What have I let myself in for?'

It's a kind of dinner-dance thing. We're having a posh meal, and there's a live band, and we're having an auction of stuff people have donated.'

I nodded. 'OK, why don't you think it would be my kind of thing?'

'It's going to be fairly formal. You've never struck me as one for formal attire. Thinking about it,' She went and opened my wardrobe, 'Yeah. We're gonna have to get you something to wear.' She turned back to me. 'Looks like we're going shopping.'

She had a glint in her eye, that most women I know get when they know they can go shopping. I sighed deeply. It's not my favourite activity, but i supposed that some new threads couldn't do me any harm.

'OK,' I said, 'I'll go tomorrow. See what I can find.'

'Tomorrow's no good for me, how about Tuesday morning? It'll be quieter then anyway.'

'Do I need you?' I said warily.

'Well yes.' Sarah snapped, playfully. 'I've seen some of your clothes. I can't take the risk you'll turn up in something wholly inappropriate. Women are just better at this kind of thing.'

I sighed again. 'OK,' I have a lecture first thing, I can probably make it for half ten, eleven maybe.'

'OK, eleven it is.' She beamed again, and left the room.

The following Monday, I was back at the books in my room, when there was a knock at the door. Sarah came in.

'Hello,' I said not looking up. I finished the sentence I was reading and looked up. 'How can I help you this fine evening?'

'Just because we're going to a posh dinner doesn't mean that you're in any way posh all of a sudden, so you can stop talking like that.'

'Sorry.'

'I thought it would be a good idea if we got your measurements before we go shopping tomorrow.'

'I can save you the trouble. I'm an extra large. Job done.'

She smiled sarcastically. 'That may be good enough for your baggy t-shirts and jeans, but we are going to be buying proper clothes.' She emphasised the word 'proper'. I clasped my hand to my heart.

'Young lady, you offend me. There is nothing wrong with my clothes.'

She raised an eyebrow, knowingly. 'Look, whatever you think, I am going to need to know your measurements. Stand up.'

I did as I was told as she took out a tape measure from her pocket.

'Arms up.'

I lifted my arms. She wrapped the tape around my chest, but the material of my baggy shirt kept bunching up.

'You're going to have to take this off.' Sarah smiled up at me.

Of course I did. I lifted it over my head, and tossed it onto the bed. Sarah made me lift my arms again, and she measured my chest again. She took out a small pad and a pen, and made some notes. She measured my arms, my stomach, my shoulders, even my neck. I wasn't entirely sure all this was necessary, but I indulged her. This was her project she'd worked so hard to organise, this was just another thing to make her happy, and I was happy to oblige.

Sarah knelt down in front of me, and without waiting for permission, undid the buttons on my jeans.

'Woah there, missy.' I grabbed at the waistband of my jeans.

'If we're going to get a proper measurement these need to come off.' She smiled warmly at me.

'Fine.'

She reached up to my waistband, and yanked my trousers and underwear down in one movement.

'Hey! That's not necessary.'

'Yes it is,' She said, matter-of-factly, and made me step out of my clothes. I now stood, in just my socks, as this pretty girl folded my trousers neatly and slowly placed them on my bed. I covered my junk with my hands, at least feigning being shy. She turned back to me.

'I can't measure you with your hands there. Just put them up again.'

She grabbed my biceps gently and moved them so i was standing with my arms level with my shoulders. She moved my legs so my feet were about a foot apart, and began measuring. She started with my ankles, and then my calves and thighs. I was positive this wasn't necessary.

Sarah had just started my outer leg measurement, when there was a noise downstairs, as the front door opened, and then closed again.

'I'm home!' Lauren yelled from the hallway, 'Is anyone home?'

'Yes!' Sarah bellowed back, 'I'm with Alex in his room.'

A few moments later my door, which Sarah had left ajar, opened fully and Lauren stood there. Her mouth opened, but she quickly gathered herself as I clasped my hands to my crotch again. Sarah slapped my thigh.

'Hands UP!'

I did as I was told, but she stopped measuring me. Instead she turned to her mother.

'We're just measuring up for our shopping trip tomorrow.'

'OK,' Lauren replied. They then proceeded to have a, I thought rather long, discussion about their days, apparently ignoring the stark naked lodger in front of them. I stood, as still as I could, patiently waiting for them to finish. Eventually, The conversation finished, and Sarah turned back to measuring my waist. Lauren silently blew me a kiss behind her daughter's back and backed out of the room. I smiled awkwardly as she left.

Sarah then wrapped the Tape around my buttocks, and over my pubic hair just above my penis. She made another note in her book, and looked up at me.

'Now for the fun one.'

She held one end of the tape measure at the base of the inside of my foot. She slowly ran the tape up the inside of my leg, until her hand was resting against my junk, and pressed the tape against my taint. She held it there for an unnecessarily long time, before removing the tape and making her final note. She patted me lightly on the bottom of my balls and stood up.

'All done.' She smiled at me and bounced out of the room.

The next morning I walked from my lecture to the shopping centre. It wasn't far, and the rain had held off for the last couple of days, and it was quite nice to get some fresh air. I was actually looking forward to spending some more time with Sarah. Her organising this party thing had taken her away from home a lot recently, and we hadn't been able to hang out much.

We had arranged to meet at a coffee shop just outside the shopping centre. Sarah was already inside when I got there.

'OK, heres the plan,' she said before I had even sat down. 'There are a few shops in the centre we should check out, but they're probably going to be a bit pricey. They may have some stuff on sale, you never know. Then there are some very nice clothing places a few roads away, that are usually quite quiet, but often have a few gems for a decent price. I think we should check out the mall first. Sound OK?'

'You're the boss.'

'That's what I like to hear.'

We ordered a coffee each, and chatted about this and that. It was nice to talk to her again. We had become so close, and then began to drift apart again. We finished our drinks and headed off into the shopping centre. It was probably the quietest I've ever seen it, not that I'd been there often. It was a Tuesday morning after all.

Sarah made a bee-line for a store directly ahead of the main entrance. The prices in that place meant we barely stayed two minutes. I trudged around behind her as we visited store after store, finding a couple of nice things, but nothing at a price I could afford. Sarah then led me on a short walk outside, and a few roads over. There was o row of six or seven clothing stores next to each other. I had had no idea that this was even here, and nor did many others because the first place we went in was completely empty. We roamed the racks and Sarah picked out a few things, without even asking if I liked them. She was in her own little world, like she barely knew I was there. When she had a decent arm full she turned to me.

'OK, the fitting room is upstairs.'

I followed her up the stairs. There were cubicles with floor length curtains along three walls, and mirrors along the fourth. Sarah ushered me into a cubicle and silently handed me a shirt and a pair of trousers. She closed the curtain and I stripped off my current attire. I stepped out. I walked over to the mirror, and quickly decided that it wasn't for me. It looked OK, but was very uncomfortable. The shirt was tight under the arms, and the trousers were trying to give me a vasectomy. We went through all of the clothes that Sarah had picked out but nothing suited.

I took off the last piece of clothing and handed it back out of the curtain.

'Wait there, I'll be back in a minute.'

I heard Sarah walk back down the stairs, and a little while later came back with some more stuff. I was wearing just my boxers when she flung the curtain open and handed me some more stuff.

'I think that these should work, and then there's a couple of other things I want to see you in before we finish. Not necessarily for Saturday night, but still good for you.'

'OK.' I closed the curtain and put on the shirt and full suit. It was a bit pricey, but within budget and fitted perfectly.

'All good?' I asked Sarah, as She looked over my shoulder into the mirror.

'Very dashing.' She brushed some fluff off my shoulder, and hugged me. You look great. Now, take it off, and I'll be back in a minute with some stuff that's more,' she paused, 'Fun.' She smiled and waltzed downstairs again. I did as I was told, and was again in my boxers when Sarah returned. She flung the curtain wide open again, and I noticed a pile of stuff on a chair in the corner. She handed me a small piece of fabric and beamed.

I looked down at the speedo in my hand. 'You are kidding right?' She pouted at me, and gave me a puppy dog expression. I rolled my eyes and closed the curtain. After all, she'd seen me in less than this, what harm could it do?

It was too small. That was evident as soon as I stepped into the thing. My arse hung over the top at the back, and the front left nothing to the imagination.

'It's too small!' I called out.

'I'll be the judge of that. Come on, get out here!'

I opened the curtain gingerly, hoping no one would come up here. I looked at Sarah, who had produced a digital camera. The flash went off.

'Hey!' I said covering my crotch, but far too late.

'Come on, it's just a bit of fun! You look good by the way. Walk up and down, let's have a fashion show.'

I did as I was told, trying to have fun with it, playing with Sarah, striking poses, as she snapped more photographs. Maybe Lauren's photos of me made me less bashful about it. At least I was a bit better dressed in these ones.

'OK,' Sarah said, next one. She handed me another small item.

'You are kidding me right?'

'No.'

'I went into the nearest cubicle and swapped over items. This new one was a pair of shiny satin Y-fronts. Again, they were too tight, and my genitals were clearly outlined in the material. As I left the cubicle I realised my clothes weren't here. I must have come into the wrong cubicle. I didn't pay any attention to it, and stepped out to more flash photography. I threw the speedo at her and struck a few more poses. I was actually beginning to enjoy the attention, and my cock began to stir.

I headed back into my original cubicle, to find my clothes weren't here either. Odd, I thought. I could have sworn this was where I left them. Sarah must have picked them up when I went in the other cubicle.

'Give me those, and I'll give you the next item.' Sarah said.

I peeled off the pants I was wearing and tossed them over the curtain. It occurred to me at this point I was naked in public again, with no clothes in here with me. A slight sense of panic gripped me, just as Sarah's hand appeared holding the next item.

There's no way to sugarcoat this. It was a leopard print thong.

'I'm not putting this on.'

'Well, then you don't get your clothes back.'

Like mother like daughter it seems.

'This isn't funny.'

'I think you'll find it is. And anyway, I have photos now that My little sister might be keen on seeing. So you'll do what I say, anyway, no one will see you.'

'You will.'

'That's true. And my camera.' 

The curtain whipped back and the flash went off in my face.

'And I now have a photo of your junk.' Lauren beamed at me. She had a very pretty smile, but I was losing my enthusiasm for it.

I caught movement behind Sarah, and I saw someone coming up the stairs. I ripped the curtain from Sarah's hand and pulled it closed.

'Are you alright up here?' I heard a female voice say.

'Yeah,' I heard Sarah respond, 'My friend is just trying a few things on. Perhaps you could give us another opinion.'

'Sure, anything to help.'

She must be the sales assistant. Damn.

'Come on Alex,' Sarah called out, it can't take you this long to put it on. I slid the thing on. It offered very little support and looked ridiculous. I slowly opened the curtain and saw the newcomer for the first time. She was young, no more than nineteen or twenty at a guess, petite with dyed black hair, with a couple of pink streaks in it. She was petite, but was wearing a revealing shirt displaying a healthy amount of cleavage for someone so small. She nodded appreciatively.

'I like it,' she said, with the air of a connoisseur.

'Me too,' Sarah agreed. 'Perhaps you should move around in it. See if it's comfortable.'

Wordlessly I walked towards the mirrors. It looked worse than I had thought it did. My junk was clearly visible, and having stretched out a bit was very see-through. As I turned, my balls slid to one side, and the whole thing gave way and my cock and balls slid free. The flash went off again.

I clutched at myself and tried to put myself away. The Salesgirl was wide-eyed and open mouthed.

'It's perfect,' Sarah said, 'We'll take it.' She turned to me.

'Take it off and we'll go pay.' She gave me a look to suggest that I'd regret it if I didn't comply. Slowly I did as I was told.

'Good boy. We'll be back in a minute. Don't go anywhere.'

I stood, naked, and waited.

I few minutes later, Sarah came back, alone.

'And now, I think, for your reward.'

She waltzed past me and into a cubicle. A few moments later, the curtain opened, and she stepped out. She was as naked as I was, and was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Her strawberry-blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders and down to the top of her perfect, gorgeous breasts. My eyes wandered down her flat stomach to the thin wisp of pubic hair above her sweet lips.

She grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the cubicle, where she knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth. I was already on my way to being erect, and I was full in seconds. She worked at my shaft, moving up and down with her hand as much as her mouth, jerking me off into her mouth. When she was satisfied, she stood in front of me, and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue snaking into my mouth. She turned and pushed her arse out towards me. She reached back between her legs and grabbed my cock, easing it into her dripping pussy. I slid in easily, and slowly began pushing in and out. I reached around her, and began caressing her breasts with my right hand, steadying myself against the cubicle wall with my left. Sarah leant back , and began kissing my neck. My strokes got faster and faster, until I felt a familiar tightening, and I whispered to her that I was going to cum. She pulled away from me and knelt down. She began to massage my balls, and she sucked on my cock until I exploded into her mouth. She milked my softening cock until she had taken all of it, and in one gulp, swallowed my load. She smiled up at me.

'See, it was all worth it. Let's go home.'



Home From Home Ch. 09



I awoke with a face full of pillow. I lifted my face from the moist fabric and felt a shooting pain run through my forehead. Red spots flashed across my vision and I slammed my head back down again.

After a few minutes I was able to roll out of bed and onto the floor. My legs were unstable and I couldn't get up off of all fours, so I crawled to the bathroom. I managed to fill the sink and drag myself up enough to plunge my head under the surface of the cold water. I emerged for breath and sank back to the floor. Cold water dripped down my face, and onto my chest. I looked down. I was naked. I leant my head back and covered my eyes with my hand. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was this happening? It felt like the mother of all hangovers. I thought back to the previous night. It was so fuzzy. It was the night of Sarah's big charity do. I remembered a hall, with tables and chairs facing a stage. Purple was a common theme across the whole room. 

A wave of pain hit me again and I opened my eyes. Ok, this was going to be tricky. I decided to start at the beginning and work my way forward.

Sarah knocked on my door and opened it. She looked stunning. She was wearing a tight scarlet dress, and my eye was immediately drawn to her cleavage. The dress was cut low, with thin straps rising to a halter neck framing her chest perfectly.

'Wow. You look beautiful.' I said. She smiled

'Thank you. You look great too.'

I was wearing the outfit she had picked out for me earlier in the week. I wasn't hugely comfortable in such a formal get-up, but Sarah had allowed me the small mercy of not having to wear a tie.

Sarah stepped towards me, and straightened my collar.

'Perfect,' she smiled again. She really was beautiful. I was lost for words. She grabbed hold of my right arm, 'Shall we?'

We went downstairs. Lauren was waiting for us. She beamed.

'You both look fantastic.' She kissed her daughter on the cheek and smiled again. 'I am so proud of you. I'm sorry I can't come and see all of your hard work.

'It's ok Mum,' Sarah smiled back. We've got a few guys videoing it all, so we can produce a DVD. I'll pick you up a copy.'

Lauren stood staring at her daughter for a few seconds, before turning to the door. 'I'll just go and bring the car around.'

She opened the door and hurried out into the cold darkness. Still clinging to my arm, Sarah looked up at me.

'Are you wearing the. . . other thing?'

'The leopard-skin thong you made me buy?'

'Yeah.' She blushed slightly.

'Absolutely.'

She stood on her toes, and kissed me on the cheek.

'Good.' she said.

'What kind of underwear are you wearing?'

'Underwear? With this dress? No way am I turning up to this do with a visible panty line.' The sound of a horn came from outside, and we hurried to the car.

We sat together in the back seat, Sarah absently rubbing her hand against my thigh. She spent the most part of the journey staring out of the window into the inky blackness of the winter night outside. She was clearly nervous about the event coming up, but I couldn't think of anything to say to ease her tension. Eventually I took hold of her hand, and she turned to look at me. I smiled encouragingly (I hoped) and squeezed her hand a little tighter. She squeezed back, and smiled at me. She understood.

Ten minutes later we slid to a halt outside the student union building. I did the chivalry thing and held the car door open for my date. Lauren blew us a kiss and drove away.

We entered as a couple into the hall, and the overly-purple room with the chairs and tables. Purple table-cloths, purple drapes, purple curtains across the stage off to the right hand side of the large room, with a few people milling about. A waitress passed by with a few glasses of white wine on a tray. I picked two up as she passed, and handed one to Sarah.

'To a wonderful evening.' I raised my glass, and Sarah clinked hers against it. I raised the glass to my lips. . .

And the red spots returned and another wave of pain hit me between the eyes. There was a knock on the door.

'Is everything OK in there?' It was Lauren.

'Yeah,' I winced at the sound of my own voice. 'I think I've got a bit of a hangover.'

'You did get in a bit late last night,' Lauren called through the door, 'Can I get you anything? It's just that other people do need to use the facilities you know.'

'No, no, I'll be out in a second.' I hurriedly dried my face on the towel hanging on the door, stood up gingerly and opened the door. Lauren was standing there in long satin nightshirt that came halfway down her thighs. We looked at each other, and her gaze drifted down my body. I looked down at myself, and remembered my nudity I snatched at the towel on the door and covered myself as quickly as possible.

'No need to be so formal on my account.' Lauren said as she squeezed past me into the bathroom, lightly brushing fingertips against my chest.

'Sorry I-' I started, but Lauren interrupted me.

'No, really it's fine. I wish you'd dress like that more often.' She grinned wickedly at me, and in one movement pushed me backwards out of the bathroom, and snatched the towel from me.

'Mmm-hmm.' She growled looking me up and down. 'Nice.' She slammed the door, setting off rockets in my head. Through the fog, I heard the sound of another door opening somewhere, and I staggered as quickly as I could back to my room.

I lay on my bed, eyes closed, for what seemed like hours. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember any more about last night. Clearly I must have had a bit to drink, but even that was an assumption.

I managed to gather myself enough to get myself together enough to get myself up and downstairs for lunch. Lauren was at the kitchen table drinking coffee, with an empty plate in front of her. She smiled playfully when she saw me.

'You seem a little overdressed.' she giggled at me. I smiled sarcastically at her.

'Sorry about that. I hadn't quite got my head together this morning.'

'Oh, don't apologise. It was a nice surprise. We should do that again sometime.'

As it turned out Sarah had gone out to help clear up after our big night out, and Alison had her usual 'something better to do,' so Lauren and I had the house to ourselves all afternoon. We watched a couple of old movies, and I managed to keep my clothes on for once. Eventually Alison waltzed in, and was soon followed by Sarah.

'Hey guys!' Sarah beamed as she sat down on the arm of my chair. She dumped her bag in my lap, and began rummaging in it. She pulled out a jewel case and flourished it proudly. 'I've got the first DVD of last night.'

'That was quick.' Alison said flatly.

'Yeah, well, it's not edited in any way, it's just the main show from the one camera, but I just wanted you all to see it.'

She jumped up and slotted it into the machine. She sat herself down on the floor, as a stage slowly came into focus on the screen. This was good, it may shake a few memories loose.

It was fairly standard stuff. A band opened up, and played three songs. The audience were clapping along and seemed to be enjoying it. I doubted I was one of them, they seemed a bit flat to me. Anyway, there followed a short 'fashion show' where some young men and women paraded up and down in some stuff they had designed themselves. Again, not really my thing. Then a dance troupe came on. Six girls and two guys in rather skimpy attire prancing around to some Phil Collins number. I enjoyed this one a bit more, but only because the buxom blonde looked as though she was going to spill out over the top of her leotard. There was then a comedy sketch that was actually quite funny, but I recognised a few of the jokes as being lifted from some sitcom or other. Then came the interval, which for us was a momentary blip as the camera shifted position slightly. The curtain rose, and a girl stepped out.

'And now for the second half of the show, we have a very special guest. Please welcome hypnotist Claire Miles!'

She retreated from the stage as the curtain rose and a Young woman stepped out to polite applause.

'Good evening ladies and gentleman. During the interval we asked for a few volunteers, and we managed to get two. Please would you welcome to the stage Alex and Caroline!' There was another polite round of applause as a girl I didn't recognise strode out onto the stage followed rather more gingerly by a hideously familiar figure.

Oh. Crap.

I realised at this point the three girls in the room were looking at me.

'There's no way I would have agreed to this.' I said, flabbergasted.

'Yeah, you did. We were struggling for volunteers and I begged you. You said Ok, but only to prove it wouldn't work.'

So I had had too much to drink.

'During the interval I hypnotised these two beautiful young people,' The woman on the screen was continuing, 'using my own secret technique and now we are going to have some fun.' She winked theatrically and the audience laughed. I didn't think it was funny.

Two chairs had appeared on the stage and The two volunteers had sat down. Claire turned to them.

'Now sleep.' She clicked her fingers and both heads sank.

'Now, Caroline' Claire continued. 'Please stand.' Caroline stood. She was of medium height with shoulder length blonde hair. The camera zoomed in and I could see was quite pretty. Not a stunner, by any stretch of the imagination, but quite cute. 'Come forward.' She stepped forward her head still facing the floor. They went through the motions of what a hypnotist show usually is, all the bark like a duck quack like a dog stuff, all the while I was at the back of the stage, apparently asleep.

'Now Caroline,' Claire said eventually, 'You are in a club. You see a sexy boy on the dancefloor. You really fancy him. On my signal, I want you to go up to him and seduce him.'

The audience laughed this time. Not just polite titters, actual laughter.

'Alex, Please come forward.' My image on the screen stood and walked forwards. It appeared I was to be the 'sexy boy'.

The girl began dancing to silence, she shook her chest at me, she turned and ground her backside into my crotch. She hitched up her skirt and pranced around me as she was a stripper, and I was her pole. There was loud laughter now from the audience. Caroline was really getting into her stride. She stood facing the audience and bent over. She lifted her skirt, and flashed me her backside. My eyes were still closed, so even If I was awake I wouldn't have seen it. She then turned, and strode towards me, grabbed me by the ears, and pulled my head to her chest and shook her tits in my face. There were giggles from the girls in the room now as Lauren and Alison couldn't hold it in any more.

What had This woman got in store for me?

Caroline was now grinding her hips into me and had lifted one leg up, exposing quite a bit of thigh.

'Now Caroline, I want you to wake up on my signal, one, two, three wake!'

Caroline stopped dead in her tracks, and realising where she was backed away from the strange man with his head buried between her breasts and straightened her clothes. One hand shot up to her face in embarrassment.

'Please give Caroline a round of applause.' The audience did so, and Caroline hurried from the stage.

'Now Alex.' Claire slowly walked towards me. 'Would you please tell me, and the lovely ladies and gentleman what you described hypnotism as on the permission slip I made you sign?' She held her microphone up to my face.

'It's all bollocks.'

'Please slap yourself in the face.'

The figure did so. It looked quite hard. None of this was coming back.

'Good boy.' The audience was really laughing now.

'As you clearly don't believe it's possible for one person to hold complete control over another, you won't mind if I go a little further with you than Caroline. Please slap yourself if you agree to my terms.'

I slapped myself again. More laughter from all sides. Damn.

'Good,' Claire winked at the audience again. 'You are a model Alex, on stage and the crowd are loving you. You are showing off the latest clothes from the hottest designer of the moment. Show me what you've got!'

I began to strut up and down the stage, pouting at the audience, which was still laughing. I took off my jacket and held it over my shoulder. I turned my back and began to shake my backside slowly to the audience.

'Now hold.' I paused in that pose.

'Now Alex, you are a stripper, and the audience is full of very attractive women on hen nights and such. They are loving you, now show them what you've got!'

The audience was in hysterics as I threw my jacket off to one side of the stage and turned around. I began to dance like Mick Jagger across the stage. Slowly I began to Unbutton my shirt, and let it hang open over my torso. I kicked off my shoes and yanked off my socks. I undid my belt and held my hand up to my ear, as if encouraging the audience. A very female sounding cheer erupted from within the laughter of the crowd, and I unbuttoned my fly, revealing the leopard print underneath. The laughter grew, if that were even possible. I turned around, and removed my shirt. I flexed, showing off my meagre muscles and then let my trousers drop. My bethonged arse stared back at the screen. Female screaming and wolf-whistles erupted from the audience.

Alison Had her hand up to her mouth at this point, wide eyed, staring. Lauren too was staring but with a wicked grin on her face. Sarah had the same grin on her face, but was looking at me. I shot a look of daggers at her, and returned my gaze to the screen, horrified as to what was coming next.

'Now hold.' Claire was beaming at the audience now, but waited for the noise to die down from the audience . This took a little while.

'Come here.' I obeyed. I now stood side on to the audience but face on to my tormentor. She reached out and pulled out the waist band of my leopard-print thong. She looked down theatrically, and gave the thumbs up to the audience.

'Very nice.' she said, with all the confidence of someone in complete control. She walked around me slowly, drinking me in. She appeared to be thinking.

'Face the audience.' I did so. ' Now, do you still believe that hypnotism is bollocks?' She held the microphone up to my face.

'Yes.'

'Oh dear, ladies and gentleman, he still isn't convinced. We'll just have to try harder, won't we?'

A big cheer went up from the audience. They were clearly loving this.

'Well now, the husband-to-be of one of the women in the audience has arrived, and is not pleased,' Claire continued, 'He rushes onto the stage and kicks you in the balls.'

I doubled over clearly in pain, clutching at myself. Claire picked up a bottle of water and took a sip.

'You need to soothe the pain, don't you Alex? But how are you going to do that? Here,' she held out the bottle of water, 'pour some of this on yourself.'

I took the bottle, and pulled out the front of my thong, and emptied the water onto my genitals.

'Good, that feels better, doesn't it Alex? It's soothing, but not soothing enough. Maybe you need to rub some of that deeper into the skin to get it to really work.'

I slid one hand into the front of my thong and began rubbing myself. More laughter, and female cheers. This went on for about thirty seconds.

'Good. Now stop. Come here.'

I removed my hand and walked over to her.

'You are now my faithful steed, Trigger. I will now ride you around the paddock.'

I knelt down on all fours, And Claire straddled me. She slapped my backside, and we slowly began to plod around the stage. She slapped my arse again, and told me to go faster.

'And hold.' We stopped, with my backside facing the audience. I remained on all fours while she stood up and addressed the audience.

'What do we think guys? Has he had enough punishment?'

The resounding response was female, and negative.

'What do we want to see? More animal impressions?'

No. We didn't.

'Do we want to hear some deep dark secrets?'

Like hell we did.

'Do we want the end of the strip show?'

Of course we did. Huge cheers went up. A few girls even jumped up with excitement.

'OK Alex, You heard them, stand up.'

I stood up, still facing away from the audience.

'The audience are going to count to three, and on three, you will drop your pants ready?'

She cued the audience.

'One. Two. Three!'

The noise erupted as I dropped the thong.

'OK Alex turn around!'

I turned around.

My cock and balls, in glorious high definition stared back at the audience now howling with laughter.

'Thank you everybody,' Claire waved at the audience, 'Goodnight.' The lights went out, and the audience stood applauding wildly. The lights came back on and I was standing clutching at myself with one hand, and holding Claire's hand in the other. She raised my hand, and then we both bowed. Then the lights went out again.

I couldn't have been exposed for more than a few seconds, but it was more than enough to be captured for eternity to be viewed by more than the few who were in the room.

I sank back in my chair. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. I couldn't believe Sarah had brought this home and without shame, showed it to her whole family. There was a brief pause and Lauren stood up clapping her hands together slowly. Very quickly the two girls joined in, giving me another round of applause.

Without a word, I got up and left the room.

I walked upstairs and sat on my bed, burying my face in my hands. A few moments later there was a knock on my door. It was Sarah.

'Look, It's all just a bit of fun. I spoke to Mum on the phone earlier and she said you couldn't remember any of last night so I thought you.'

'And the rest of the world.'

'It's just Mum and Alison, they're cool about it.'

'And what about everyone who buys your DVD?'

'They'll get an edited version. They'll see your pretty little backside, and that's it I promise.'

'You swear?'

'Yes. And anyway, you signed the waiver. It was all laid out on there what might happen.'

'Was that before or after someone messed with my head?'

Sarah laughed. 'Before.'

She came over and sat beside me on the bed. She kissed my cheek. I am so grateful for what you did. Not many guys would have done all the things you've done for me. I just wanted to show them what a great guy you are. And it was pretty funny.'

She grinned at me. I guessed no harm was done. Lauren had all ready seen the live show. The only problem now was Alison. And the entire university campus when news got around. But that was a problem for another day.