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She Liked It

By: oneidlehand



Junk mail, junk mail, Visa bill, junk mail. It wasn't even worth going to the mailbox anymore. Hayley tossed the credit card bill on her desk and was about to throw the junk mail in the trash when she saw an envelope mixed in with a folded coupon flyer. She didn't know the person listed on the return address, but went ahead and opened it since it wasn't mass mailed. 

Hmmm. Well, it was certainly unexpected. Her 20 year class reunion. 20? That long ago? She wasn't particularly fond of her high school years. As a matter of fact, she had skipped her 10 year reunion without giving it a second thought.

Having transferred into her high school in the 10th grade, she didn't know most of the people in her classes, and she had soon latched on to a boyfriend, Jon, that lasted through graduation into her college years. And while she had been enamored at the time, she realized in her senior year that she had missed out on a lot of activities. And while Jon and sex became her whole world at the age of 16, she had only liked the guy, although on some days she thought she had loved him. She had traded dating others for security, and she had regretted that decision ever since she was old enough to look back on her "high school years."

There had been other guys who were cuter, and some that she would have been interested in had she been unattached. Only, it was comfortable with Jon. They got along well, he entertained her, and they had fun together. And the sex had been great, or, at least as good as it could get in a car. It wasn't until college, when their relationship became a long distance romance, that she discovered how much larger a cock could get, and, for that matter, how much more fun a guy could be. And while she kept Jon on the string as she dated other guys, she turned him loose upon falling in love with Steven, her husband now of 14 years.

So why was she interested in this reunion? She didn't know. Her "ex" wouldn't even be there. Jon had been a year ahead of her. Who would she know? The reunion was a month away, at Zappa's, an adult arcade she had been to before. There was a bar and restaurant, video games, billiards, several types of video gambling games, a dinner mystery-theater, and, she recalled, several small conference rooms, and a banquet room. It would be fun to go. She wouldn't give Steven a choice about it. He would probably know as many people as she did...none.

Over the next month, she worked on her tan, being careful not to burn herself or freckle too much. At 38, she looked pretty good. She had recently cut her hair shorter, giving her an "artsy" look. She wore glasses most of the time now, but gray hair wasn't showing up yet, and her figure remained...thirtyish. A few extra pounds, but considering two kids and the available time for exercise, she looked pretty darn good, better than almost all the other moms she saw at the Elementary School.

Her breasts remained 38", but gravity was beginning to have its way. Her stomach was a tad pronounced, but not more so than most women who had had children. And, she could compete with about anybody with her legs and hips, which were in great shape. While the mirror couldn't help but remind her that she was aging, her husband had recently given her self-confidence a boost, although in an unexpected way. 

Steven loved to write stories, of an "adult" nature, and he posted them on a website. There had been over 30,000 visitors to his site, and, although he had only received maybe 50 comments from readers, he had eagerly shared them with her. The letters were often quite a turn-on in that there were people "out there" who were getting turned on to stories modeled in many ways about her. But that wasn't the boost she needed.

Ever since they had purchased their digital camera a few months earlier, she had been his favorite subject as he got used to downloading pictures to the computer, trying some limited photo editing, and archiving them. She had pretty well let him have his way with her, and, besides, if he was going to jerk off to pictures of a naked woman, it damn well better be her! She would never admit to him that it was a little fun for her, too. 

Steven had walked her to the computer screen which displayed his website, and he had her click on the link that said "click here for a glimpse of Hayley." Her first reaction had been to fear the worst, the picture with him cumming on her face. Surely he wouldn't put her face on the web! When the screen loaded, her first reaction was relief, quickly flowering into anger as she realized that he was showing her breasts to the world. But they did look...good. Her breasts looked good! It was a negative image, likely altered in some other way, that made her breasts appear artistic rather than just...exhibited. He had cropped the picture nicely. There was no clue as to whose breasts these were. People would probably assume Hayley was a fictional name.

Steven then showed her the e-mails he had received. There had only been several hundred "hits" so far, but there were already about 25 e-mails he had collected, a much better ratio than his stories got. She, Hayley, housewife and mother of two, had a fan club of sorts. Men liked the look of her breasts, and the pleasure she took from that gave her self-confidence about her whole body. Let them look.

It was quite a change from reading about others' thoughts on what Steven imagined her doing in his stories to reading about what people were thinking (and doing!) while looking at her breasts. The picture stayed. And Steven promised not to post any of the others.

About two weeks from her reunion, Hayley was laying on the deck lounger, tanning. Her thoughts battled between the July heat and what the reunion might be like. She could have kicked herself for not thinking of it earlier! She got up and went inside, went to the basement and entered "the land of things kept but never used." She moved a few boxes, looked through several others, and then found them...her yearbooks! She poured a glass of iced lemonade and returned to the deck. Laying down on her stomach, she placed the yearbook on the decking so she could read it. She had forgotten all the little notes everyone wrote to each other - some were witty, some were cordial, some promised friendship forever. It didn't really matter, because it reminded her that she did have friends when she was in school, even if they had been forgotten. As she turned the pages of the class photos, there were many she could not remember, which was okay, considering she had graduated with about 500 others. But there were some names she remembered, and some of the faces triggered vague recollections or specific memories.

The sports section showed the football team, mostly of people she didn't remember. There was the star quarterback who had seemed, and looked like, a typical dumb jock. He was probably selling cars now. There was the prom queen and king, neither of which she remembered although she did remember the prom. Basketball. Nope, no memories. There were some track pictures, with her among them. She had been a decent athlete. And the guys' track team...that's where the cute guys were. She remembered them from practices and the bus trips to meets. There had been silly dares on the bus, but she was committed to Jon and hadn't played. Darn it. They were cute. After several days, she started trying to remember the names when she looked at the faces she hoped to meet. This would be fun...to see how people had changed. 

When reunion night arrived, it was somewhat anti-climatic in a way. She had always assumed that a class reunion would be something like the prom - fancy dresses, the men in tuxes. But it was Charlotte, it was July, it was hot, and she was going to a video arcade. The invitation had indicated summer casual, which she interpreted to mean a dress, but not an "evening dress." She had some nice ones, and spent an hour trying them on, seeing which would give her the best look. She couldn't make up her mind and decided to let Steven choose between two black dresses, which looked good against her tan. His choices were a back-less dress that clung to her skin rising to a choke collar, or a dress that had traditional straps and a lower cut across her breasts. She guessed he would pick the latter so he could look down her dress as she bent over for a pool shot. But she was wrong. He chose the dress that wouldn't allow a bra.

Steven was not very excited about the evening. He had gone to high school in another state and had met only one of her high school classmates, who was a neighbor when she was growing up. The arcade would be great, but the shaking hands and smiles would be wearing. But, you had to do what you had to do. And she did look nice. Glancing at Hayley in the passenger seat, it wasn't obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. He liked that, in that most of the women probably couldn't go without and look "presentable," especially with her size breasts. In the muted lights of the arcade, the unconfined shape of her breasts wouldn't even be as noticeable. 

There were two other things he liked. Hayley had foregone the usual full size panty in favor of a lacy one that was much briefer. It wasn't outright provocative, but the faint panty-line he had observed following her to the car at least suggested this woman had a sense of fun. The other thing he liked was the spaghetti strapped shoes. He didn't have a foot fetish, but those thin black straps on her bare feet suggested a more ready sensuality than did her dress. In short, she didn't look cheap and she didn't look glamorous. She looked like a well dressed lady but at the same time presented a look that suggested she enjoyed fucking her mate. Of all the looks and heirs that her classmates would assume this evening, there were none that he would prefer more than this or, for that matter, that would be more authentic.

They arrived "fashionably late," due solely to traffic. There was no formal dinner but instead a lengthy table of appetizers and small sandwiches, along with an open bar. After shaking hands with a few self-appointed hosts, Hayley apparently didn't recognize anyone she knew, and they filled their plates and chose a table. Steven went to get drinks, a Molson for him and a Bloody Mary for Hayley, the only alcoholic beverage which she liked. After twenty minutes of chatter, mostly listening to her say who she thought some of the people were, there were no "friends" in sight. So he made his way to the bar for more drinks. This was going to be a slow, slow evening. Maybe she would be ready to go play some arcade games.

After getting the drinks and turning back towards Hayley, he stopped. Although "horror" would be too strong a word, it was with a full sense of dread that he noticed through a doorway an open floor area and a band testing the microphone. Dancing. A little secret she had kept from him. Video games and pool should have been enough fun for a reunion. But, nooooooooo. 

He returned his attention to the table, which now had four visitors. Good! More talking, less dancing. Who were these people? They looked nice enough, and it seemed like everyone was excited. As he handed Hayley her drink and was about to sit down, everyone rose, and he could see that they were headed to the dance floor. This turned out to be the room used for the mystery theater, with all the tables removed and seats placed along the wall. Which was worse? Going to a school dance as a kid too afraid to ask a girl to dance, or being married to a wife who expected to him to dance when she knew he didn't like it? 

Grin. Bear it. Claim a chair. Hayley introduced him to the others. Wes and Tina. Wes ran track in High School. He had dated Tina since then. Two kids with another on the way, apparently a relatively recent discovery as she had a great figure. Tim and Jamie. Another track guy and a blonde he had found and wisely kept in college. Two kids also. And with that, they were off dancing. Nice to get to know them.

Then it was his turn, Hayley leading him by the hand. Grin. Bear it. Don't step on your wife's feet. Hope for a slow song. And otherwise enjoy the view. With the dance floor filling rapidly, the air conditioning came on, blowing a steady stream of cold air into the room. And gazing at his wife's chest, it was obvious she felt a chill. And while she could shake her body with the best of them, he didn't think she had considered the jiggling of her breasts, outlined by the tight fabric across them.

It was great to see Wes and Tim again. The cute guys were still...cute, though they would like age in the next ten years to "distinguished looking." They had been cut-ups in high school, and it was obvious they had remained friends since, as the foursome didn't do any catching up. Hayley was glad to be included, and, all things considered, glad to be remembered by them.

Steven wasn't doing so badly, and she was proud of him for trying. She gave him a break, trying to pick out the slower numbers, when they could dance...close. Being "close" in marriage lasted only moments, usually an embrace before stripping and making love. But dancing forced you to wait, to feel the warmth of your partner, and to generate an excitement that led to anticipation. She enjoyed the intimacy.

When the band took a break, everyone rejoined along the chairs. It turned out that Tina, who was a couple of months pregnant, wasn't feeling well, and Wes had to return her home. Tim and Jamie were happy to hear that Wes could return with Tina's full permission to enjoy the reunion. And they must not have lived too far away, because it was less than a half hour later when Steven handed her off to Wes, now single for the night, who was a very good dancer indeed. Hayley thought that Steven was thinking this was a "win, win" situation, but she would really have rather danced with him. But Wes was a very good dancer, and they danced. Steven got her another Bloody Mary, and she danced some more. 

Steven went to play a few games about the time Tim switched places with Wes. He wasn't as good a dancer, but then, neither was she. It was the alcohol. But it was okay, wasn't it? She didn't think the alcohol was the reason Tim kept glancing at her breasts, but...let him look. It stirred her on to dancing just a little more aggressively, her tits' movement drawing him in. And then it was Wes's turn again, but, it was a slow number. Wes, too, had taken a full look at her before pulling her close. She felt the compliment. Where was Steven? Still playing games. Her thoughts changed abruptly as she realized that Wes sure smelled good. She wasn't tipsy, quite stable in fact. But she wanted to breathe deeply of that smell, so she leaned closer, placing her head on his chest. His cologne wasn't overpowering, just...nice. Sensual. And, as their bodies nestled slightly closer, she realized it was sort of a turn-on to smell another man. It had been a long time...

Before Steven, it was probably Mike. Now he was a great dancer, and imaginative, too, in bed and out. They would dance anywhere, and their college was large enough that it always seemed like it was just the two of them in a crowd of strangers. She would lean into him, as well. He had liked the way her breasts became cleavage when she had pressed against him. Although he had seen her naked frequently, he was always shifting for a view down her dress or shirt. Her breasts hadn't been quite as large then, but she was aware that guys were always looking.

She had been uncomfortable in slow dances, at first, at the way Mike would place his hands, not on her waist or behind her back, but directly on her butt, pulling her close to him. And he was persistent about it. She soon realized that no one appeared to notice, and, in fact, it wasn't uncommon. So she would grab him likewise, close her eyes, press herself against his cock, and shift ever...so...slightly, rubbing against his hard shaft in circular patterns as they danced in the tightest embrace.

And with sudden awareness, she realized she was doing the same to Wes. She pulled away, afraid of what he would think. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded.

Wes had a big grin on his face, and said, "It's okay. We were just dancing, and." He sort of waved it off. But his hands had been on her ass, pulling her against him, she remembered. He hadn't fought it, and, she realized, she was wet from feeling his cock as they danced.

"Uh, look. I'm going to go find Steven."

"Dance with me a little longer, and then go get him. I won't do anything, I promise." 

He sounded genuine, and the awkwardness seemed to vanish. So she rejoined him, although in a more presentable way. What if Steven had come back when they.? She turned her head slightly to see if Steven was back at his seat. He wasn't. She was relieved. She caught a glimpse of Tim and Jamie out of the corner of her eye, and Tim seemed to be signaling Wes to go to a hallway. She wasn't sure what that meant.

Wes separated from her and said, "Look, why don't you go and find Steven. And, uh, don't tell Tim, but, why don't you both go down the hall there and go into the back room on the left. Quietly. Maybe Steven can settle your," he smiled and raised an eyebrow, "itch."

Wes left her and started down towards the hall, which Tim and Jamie were already in. The way Wes had said it sounded like there was something going on because they were to be quiet, but they wouldn't be involved because Stephen would fix her itch. She didn't quite understand what was going on, and decided to find Steven. Which wasn't hard. He was just finishing up a pinball game when she grabbed his hand and led him back to the dance area. It was a series of slow numbers, fortunately, and it took a song and a half before she decided what to say to him. 

She kissed him on the neck and worked her way closer to his ear. "Uh, Wes, Tim, and Jamie went down that hall. I sort of got a hint that we should follow and be very quiet. I'm curious. How about you?"

Steven had felt somewhat hesitant about leaving his wife to dance with her old friends. He hadn't enjoyed the dancing, but he had enjoyed the view of his wife. She could move, and she was sexy doing it. And her moves made her tits jiggle, and her nipples had stayed hard, and...why had he left her? Because it was dancing. He'd never enjoyed it, and watching his wife make her moves had just made him feel the worse by comparison. So Wes had seemed like the answer to an unasked prayer. Let her dance with her friends. He liked the games.

Just as he was thinking he should check on his wife, she found him and led him to the dance area. He was glad she was having a good time, and, all things considered, slow dances weren't so bad. But she was physically hot, her skin was flushed around the neck, and she had danced enough to perspire. He moved his hand across her ass, and...it seemed like her panties were bunched up. Feeling her flesh beneath her dress, he squeezed her with both hands, and then she voiced the oddest question. Go down a hallway?

How strange. And, how did that come up? Separating from his wife, he looked at her. Her nipples were even more pronounced, if possible. The red splotches on her neck probably weren't from dancing. She tended to overheat in that particular way when she was thinking about sex. Her mouth looked ready for a wet, passionate kiss, and her eyes held a dare. Yeah. He was curious.

She led him down the hall, which had smaller conference rooms on either side. They went into the back left one, quietly. The door hinge didn't squeak, and they shut it fully. It took a minute for their eyes to adjust to the dark, far longer than it took for their ears. The room had a corner in it towards the rear, where it was separated from an identical room accessed from across the hall. A moving partition separated the rooms, with a gap in the middle. While the room they were in didn't have windows, the other room had some light from a lit sign shining through a row of decorative glass bricks that formed one corner of the wall.


She Liked It



She liked it; it was exhilarating. The crowds, the music, the intensity of working here were finally starting to grow on her. The music was exactly what she needed – focus on mainstream heavy rock, stuff she’d hear on the radio stations. The crowds were sometimes another story; the only difficult thing about working as a bartender was serving the drunks. Ironic, yes. It’s strange how transplanting yourself can change your entire life, but that was exactly what she was looking for.

When she was really honest with herself she admitted she hardly looked the part of the bitter, hardened bartender. Of course, she’d only been at it for six months or so, but people still commented on how out-of-place she looked at The Bends. She was blonde and she refused to cut her hair; it was the one thing of herself that still reminded her of her father… he loved the buttery colour and always called her Goldilocks… so now her hair was halfway down her back and always soft in appearance, never attacked with hairspray or gels like most of the girls. Her figure was slender and she was average height, and she dressed to show herself off. Her job demanded that she dress to reveal – not that her boss ever told her so, but it was clear that tips were better if she did. Tonight she put on a black leather corset and miniskirt to match, with knee-high boots. She wrapped a long strand of black leather around her upper left arm, ballet-shoe style, and walked into her bathroom to apply makeup.

Unlike the other bartenders, she chose to keep her makeup to a minimum. She learned that you didn’t need much other than some black mascara and a really great, deep red lipstick. After a final look in her mirror, she called a cab with her cordless phone and sat down to wait.

He looked great, he knew he did. Jet black, straight hair, gelled and spiked. Black leather pants and a choker around his neck. He knew that The Bends didn’t require shirts, and it was always hot and sweaty in the pit anyway. There was nothing left to do but make sure that the bruise on his eye didn’t show too badly, a final glance at the bedroom to make sure she had passed out, and he was out the door.

The place was already packed by the time she got to work and she quickly got behind the bar to start serving. The barmaids were obviously glad she’d showed up; with only two bartenders behind the bar for the past two hours they were feeling the pressure. Katelyn and Derek were pouring drinks as fast as they could but a club capacity of 900 meant that two bartenders simply weren’t enough. And there was a great band tonight, one they’d been advertising for a couple of weeks now. The music was the real reason she’d applied for work here. It satisfied an aching anger in her that she couldn’t easily explain. Katelyn greeted her warmly as she flew past to get more lemon wedges and Derek nodded at her from the other end of the bar. Back where she was comfortable. She mixed a rye and coke and grabbed two bottles of beer from the cooler and handed them to the barmaid, calculating quickly in her head.

“Nine-fifty,” she said to Ashley. 

The barmaid paid her quickly from her change box. “Nice to see you, hon,” she smiled. “It’s chaos in here.”

She smiled. These were the moments she liked best. The moments when she got to forget who she was to just mindlessly serve drinks for four or five hours. A customer walked up and asked for a Black Russian and she mixed the vodka and Kahlua with incredible precision before handing it out to him.

“Four-fifty,” she smiled.

When he walked in it was her blonde hair that caught his eye first. That beauty behind the bar was at least part of the reason he came here every weekend, he had to acknowledge that much to himself. The bar was overflowing with people and he hoped for anonymity tonight. He knew it was off-limits, but tonight he had to find out who she was. He walked toward the bar after paying the five-dollar cover charge and headed straight for her end of the bar. He knew she was primarily bartending for the waitresses but it was an irresistible temptation. And what would you do if you were met with an irresistible temptation?

She saw him coming towards her and swallowed involuntarily. He really did look a little like a movie star; maybe a little like Antonio Banderas or something, but there was a sadness in his eyes that she knew was reflected in her own. She found herself wondering what he’d be like in bed, and then she caught herself and asked him what he’d like. No fraternizing with the customers, she warned herself. She liked this job, wanted to keep it.

“What can I get for you?” she asked.

“What’s good?” he replied.

She smiled. “I drink beer, babe, I’m no help. You want a drink?”

“Sure. Give me a beer then.” He grinned at her.

She reached into the cooler and pulled out a Bud, the most common beer in the Bends and therefore the least personal. “Three bucks.”

He reached into the pocket of his leather jeans, pulling the waistline down slightly to reveal a thin trail of hair. She shivered slightly.

“Three bucks it is,” he smiled. “What’s your name?”

She hesitated for a moment and looked down the bar. There was a lull in the action and Derek was actually standing still. Okay, no problem if I have a brief conversation, she decided. “Daisy,” she said.

He looked startled. “Really? In here?”

“Yeah, in here,” she laughed. It was a little out of place. “Okay, I’ll take the bait. What’s yours?”

“Jaxon,” he smiled. “Does it pass inspection?”

“Yeah, it’s neat. You must’ve had liberal parents.”

“I did indeed. Very perceptive.” He grinned again. 

The band started their second set and all of a sudden conversation was out of the question. People began to move again. “Sorry, Jaxon,” she yelled. 

“No problem, it’s your job,” he yelled back. “I’ll be back later.”

“”Eleven-thirty,” she hollered. Did he hear? Or did he just walk away?

At eleven-thirty she stepped outside the main doors of the bar for a cigarette and some cool air. It was getting unbearably hot in there and she was only half-done her shift. She got a fifteen-minute break and she planned to spend it outside. She had forgotten completely about him – when he left she started serving drinks and she didn’t stop until break time. By the time she got outside and remembered, she couldn’t stand the idea of going back in. The air slipped down her skin and cooled her off considerably; it wasn’t exactly a warm night. The skin between her thighs felt deliciously free and the stickiness of the heat was gone within minutes. She looked for a moment at the door and saw him walk outside.

“Hey, Jaxon,” she yelled.

His eyes brightened when he saw her. “I thought you’d left without me,” he teased. “Getting some air?”

“Yeah. God is it hot in there! I couldn’t stand taking my break in the back room.” She shuddered.

“I can’t say I blame you. I came out here for a breath myself.” He looked at her longingly as she took a long drag of her cigarette. What he wouldn’t give to go home with her tonight! But she probably had a boyfriend.

“So who you going home with?” he asked coyly.

“Oh, God,” she snorted. “Myself.” She corrected herself. “Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to sound so cynical. Um, I’m happy to be alone! Sure!”

He laughed. “Well, count your blessings, Daisy-girl.”

She looked at him quizzically. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

He hesitated. “No girlfriend,” he said brightly. “Now will you take me home?”

She laughed. “We’ll have to see about that, Jaxon. We certainly will. But my break’s over. Wanna walk me back in?”

She got back to work quickly and soon fell back into the rhythm of serving. One drink, two beers. A cooler, a cocktail, three beers. The music thumped in the background and her movements mimicked the heavy drum beat. It was easy, methodical work. She was watching him pretend to mingle with the crowd; looked like he was fending people off rather than communicating with them. Their eyes met occasionally, when both happened to be looking in the same direction. She smiled involuntarily. How could this be that she could fall in love now? With everything so fucked up how could this happen? 

She moved fifteen-hundred miles away from her hometown to get away from it all, after it happened. It was like she didn’t exist there anymore, they all sided with him. He was popular and she wasn’t. But he was mean, too, and she wasn’t. And she couldn’t fight him anymore. Her parents disowned her when she left him. So she moved here and quickly got the job at the Bends and became completely anonymous. She felt completely free and a little scared at her own freedom. She was young, but not young enough to be afraid of herself anymore… just young enough to be afraid of everyone else. Especially after him. Like the air outside, her freedom felt cool and slippery after the stifling heat.

What was his story? She wondered. What happened to him that could cause the purplish bruise under his eye… the one that she saw he tried to hide from her? She remembered the hiding, the lying. “No girlfriend,” she remembered. Was he lying too? Sometimes it’s hard to escape, even when you know you have to. She saw him at the Bends almost every weekend, always a little later than the average crowd. She knew he liked being alone and related to his need to be alone in a room full of people. Sometimes it’s better to be anonymous than alone.

Jaxon worked his way through the crowd toward the bar; it was approaching one-thirty. The bar would close soon and he wanted to be close to her, close enough to smell her vanilla-laced perfume again. He wanted to be close enough to see the dark space between her breasts, crushed under the smoothness of the leather. To hear her breath. After a couple of drinks he was feeling anxious, elated, exhilarated. He saw her inside himself, saw the secrecy and the desire simmering beneath the surface. And they both knew that their only enemies, the only true ones, would be themselves. Would she stop him from getting closer? Would he stop himself?

The place was emptying out and the cash was counted and locked away. She was wiping up the bar and stacking dirty glasses in the dishwasher. He walked out at the request of the bouncer but stayed near the back door. He knew she exited that way every night and that she usually had a cab waiting for her. This was the last chance, he knew. And he couldn’t stand to be away from her for another night, go home to – to what he had to go home to – and stay awake until dawn thinking about that buttery blonde hair. Tonight he was risking everything to be with her. His heart was pounding and the cool night air was not made for going topless. There she was… closed the door, there’s the cab. Stop her!

“I can’t believe you waited,” she murmured. And he was touching her hair, and the scent of her body and her heat were so close, his head was swirling. The skirt rose up slightly – god, look at her thighs! She was perfect, soft, like warm cream. Their faces were close, there were little kisses, the cab was driving them to her place. And she reached up and touched his skin, his chest, and every part of him twitched and shivered in response. They were so close her breath left moisture on his skin, he could see the tops of her breasts pushed together inside the corset – he suddenly felt an inexplicable hatred and envy of her corset and moved to free her from it – until the cab stopped and his brain had to function, yes, he had to walk with her, but oh, she was fantastic. Leading him forward to her door, the keys coming out – she was taking him inside.

“Want a drink?” she asked, then laughed. “Must be habit.”

He cleared his throat. “You, I want you,” he said huskily. She smiled and led him towards a dimly lit corridor, a room. He was inside her bedroom, and it was soft and light and shadowy, like her. But he couldn’t resist her anymore, and his hands touched her bare shoulders, her soft arms. The leather strap. Leave it. He reached behind her and heard the teeth of the zipper giving in under his clumsy grasp. Her back, she’s lit by the candles and her skin is positively glowing. The corset dropped to the floor and she’s fumbling with his zipper now, yes, and he’s getting harder because her hands are… almost… there… and it hurts, get the pants off… her breasts are exposed and they’re soft and creamy and perfectly round, like he knew they would be, could she be more perfect? Her eyes are shining, like she was made for this moment – maybe she was. Maybe they both were. The skirt was on still – leave it. Fuck her relentlessly with her leather skirt on. Does she wear panties? He was going insane with the thought of soft, girlish cotton touching her… there. But he growled gently and tried to move slow, remember all the details. She sat on the bed and he saw it, the shining between her thighs, wetness, she wants it… give it to her, she likes it. No panties. All night, no panties. God! He laid her gently back and guided himself… oh god, they were touching… oh god oh god… he’s inside. She cried out and felt herself widening for him, never, never stop fucking her. Thoughts were meaningless and the only thing he saw or felt was swirling colour and fucking her. Fucking, fucking, fucking her. And her leather skirt was brushing slightly against his thighs and somehow it was better fucking her this way, leaving her some privacy. He liked her secrets, oh, he liked it amazingly.

He woke beside her in the early dawn, the sky was red and the candles were burnt to nothing. He had a raging headache but it was her face that made everything worth it. She looked like an angel asleep, her hair scattered out around her. He knew he’d never forget the hair, after everything. He knew he had to leave, that no matter what he would pay for this night, but right now everything was quiet and perfect and it was like ripping out his stomach to leave her. Should he wake her and tell her he was leaving? Or just leave? After hesitating a moment, one last look at her soft, pouting lips… no lipstick now, just soft and pink…but he knew he could never wake her from her sleep. He dressed quietly and left her in the light of the sunrise.

Do they meet again? What’s Daisy’s reaction upon being left alone? Give me your feedback and maybe we can hear Jaxon’s story…



She Liked It!



My wife April and I have been married for seven years and have always liked trying new things when it comes to sex. Most recently, we have been spicing up our sex life by showing off April.

I should tell you that April is a petite 5'5" blonde with breasts that are a full 36D and regardless of what she is wearing can never hide her endowment. She has a cute tiny little bubble butt that is firm and silky smooth. Her legs remind you of the legs of a dancer. They are muscular enough to be sexy and not so muscular to be masculine. 

I have found that I also like showing her off and the stares she gets from admiring men. Our little showing off sessions have progressively gotten more and more provocative and more and more exciting.

Most recently, our outing was shopping and I put together the outfit that she was to wear.

I put her outfit on the bed while she was taking a shower getting herself ready for our adventure.

She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head and her beautiful clean body still glistening from moisture.

She looked at the outfit on the bed and said smiling, "You have got to be kidding! Right?"

I glanced at her with a serious look and an evil grin.

She looked shocked and exclaimed, "You're NOT kidding!"

She decided to go along I believe thinking that I would back down from having her in public in such an outfit. She smiled and started walking to the vanity, "Ok I'm game"

She sat her beautiful naked ass on the bench, then unwrapped her damp golden locks from the towel and let them tumble to her smooth sexy shoulders. She grabbed a brush and began running it through her hair.

I turned and headed into the bathroom to take a shower while she primped in front of the mirror.

I finished with my shower then dried my hair and shaved the stubble from my face. I walked into the bedroom to see April completely naked looking at her ensemble lying on the bed. She was radiant with the minimal makeup that she wore and her blonde curly hair rolling along her beautiful face.

I said, "Well, go ahead and get dressed. I'll be ready shortly."

She got a concerned look on her face and asked, "Are you sure?"

I looked over my shoulder and said, "Yes now get ready."

I went back into the bathroom and knew that she was not going to be up for going out in public in that outfit.

I had picked out a short black leather mini skirt and a sheer red silk blouse. There was no bra or panties on the bed. The shoes were a red pointed toe high heel that always made my dick hard just looking at her legs while wearing them. 

When I had finished getting ready and dressed, I went back into the bedroom. My jaw must have hit the floor when I saw her standing there in the outfit. "WOW!" was all I could say.

She looked at me and asked, "Are you about ready to go?"

My mind was thinking she was now playing games and after seeing her in the outfit, she thought I would change my mind about her going out in public dressed like that. Quiet frankly it did cross my mind that maybe I had pushed it a little too far. I mean she was naked under very little clothing.

She had the buttons on the blouse unbuttoned so that half her breasts were showing and you could see her hard nipples pushing against the cool silk fabric. The skirt was just long enough to cover her ass cheeks while she was standing. Any bending or sitting would reveal her ass and more than likely her shaved pussy. Her legs looked incredibly long for such a petite woman because of the skirt being so short. I let my eyes roll down her sexy legs and to those red high-heeled shoes that just simply were, "WOW!" I said again.

I could feel my dick getting hard in my pants and glanced down to see it tenting out the front of my jeans.

I finally replied to her question, "Yes, I'm ready to go!"

I think she was still hoping that I would change my mind but she had also seen my cock getting hard and probably knew I was enjoying this way too much to stop it.

I grabbed her hand and we headed for the door. I said, "I think we will go to the mall first and go to that furniture store there to look for the new living room group you have been wanting and then walk around the mall and maybe grab some dinner and a movie while we are there. Does that sound ok to you?"

She was slightly being pulled to the door by me and she responded with a slight smile and a, "Sounds great to me."

Out the front door we went and although we have progressively been increasing the amount of skin that April revealed this was the first time she had been out in no panties and no bra. The other times had included a low cut blouse with too many buttons unbuttoned and a bra or a short skirt but she had panties on even if it was a pair of thong panties.

She now seemed in a hurry to get to the car. She was out in broad daylight and felt self-conscious about her attire. She was also concerned that the neighbors might see her.

I hurried behind her and said, "Here let me get the door for you Honey."

She turned to sit in the car seat and pulled down on her skirt as she did so. She then swung both of her legs into the car but not without showing me her sweet little pussy. Once in she looked up at me and asked, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"HELL YES!" I responded and she smiled then. I shut the door and went around getting in on the other side.

I started the car and glanced over at April. She looked a little nervous and had her hands folded in her lap as if she was trying to keep her naked pussy covered. I reached over, put my hand on her leg, and said, "You look absolutely beautiful and so very sexy!"

She smiled at me and said, "Thank-you but, don't you think this may be a little too much? I mean I could get arrested for showing this much in public."

I said, "Relax, it's not like your naked and you really have to be paying attention to even know you don't have a bra on. And, we are not going to be sitting anywhere in public where anyone can see your ass."

I was lying to keep her calmed down. Her tits were large enough that just walking let them jiggle and bounce. Besides the fact that her nipples were protruding and the areola were slightly visible through the thin silk. I also had already devised a plan to have her sit where she would be on display. She was going to be noticed today by every red-blooded male that she met and I was going to enjoy every minute of it and I hoped that she would relax eventually and enjoy the attention and stimulation of it.

I said, "Let's make a bet right now. I bet that by the end of the day you will be having fun and incredibly turned on. If so, you lose and at some point, I will look at you and say "Now." When I do you have to strip naked. If I lose the same will go for me when you say "Now." How does that sound for a friendly little wager?"

She smiled and said, "I'm not sure how friendly that is but you're on."

We pulled out of the drive and I turned the car toward the direction of the mall. As we were riding, we talked and that helped to take her mind off the fact that she did not have very many clothes on. I put my hand on her thigh about midway between her knee and her pussy. I could feel the heat from her pussy already. 

In front of the mall was a restaurant that is known to be visited by lots of male patrons because of the tight shirts and little orange shorts that the waitresses wear. I pulled in and said, "Let's get something to eat before we look at furniture. I'm starved aren't you?"

She smiled at me and asked, "Are we going here for me to put in a job application or to eat?"

I laughed at her comment and replied, "Simply to eat."

I walked around the car to open the door for her. She could in no way get out of the car without flashing me her sweet little smooth pussy. She slid out of the seat and turned her feet to the ground. She looked up at me, as she knew I would be watching. She said, "You are such a nasty boy!"

I grinned and replied, "Yes and you love it."

She stood up, the dress had ridden up on her, and she quickly pulled it down to cover her ass and pussy.

I grabbed her hand and we went into the restaurant. The patrons inside were about eighty percent male and several heads snapped our direction when they saw April standing at the front door.

One of the girls guided us toward our table. April looked at the girl and asked, "Is it ok if we take a table with a regular chair and not a stool?"

The waitress then guided us to a table with chairs. "I thought "Damn" I was hoping she would take the stool. When we sat down, she looked at me and said, "You thought you had me there didn't you?"

I just smiled.

The waitress then came back for our drink order and I ordered two margaritas.

April then said, "Are you trying to ply away the inhibitions with some tequila?"

I replied, "No, I just thought it would be fun to have a drink."

She gave me that "Yah sure" look.

The guys in the restaurant kept walking by sneaking peeks at April. I know she was noticing it also because she was getting more flirtatious with me.

We had our lunch and two margaritas each. April was loosening up a bit. She was not trying to cover her breasts with her crossed arms so nobody could tell she was naked underneath it. Her nipples were hard as rocks.

She ordered another margarita for each of us and said, "It will be dessert."

We finished our "dessert" and got up to pay our bill and head to the mall. When April stood up I could see just the bottom of her pussy and I know the people behind her could see her ass. She pulled her skirt down quickly remembering all of a sudden what she was wearing.

We went to the car and again I opened the door for her. This time she just climbed right in and flashed everything at me. She grinned from ear to ear, "Is that not what you wanted to see?"

I shut the door and went to the other side. Once in the car she leaned to me and kissed me. "Thanks for lunch Sweetheart that was fun."

I started the car and we drove the short distance to the furniture store in the mall.

Once again, I was more than happy to open the door for her. She swung one leg out and spread her legs then looked up at me and asked, "Is this what you came over here to see?" grinning from ear to ear.

My dick was getting a rush of blood to it and it began to plump up. She reached for my cock and squeezed it. "Seems that you like looking at my naked pussy in the daylight." She said.

She then said, "Let's make it a little more interesting as she reached for her blouse and unbuttoned another button. She was now unbuttoned to the point that her cleavage was clearly visible. Apparently, the margaritas were having the affect that I had hoped they would. She added, "After all is showing me off not what this is all about."

As we walked hand in hand to the mall you could tell that there was a more confidence in her stride. I glanced over at her to look and her tits were undulating inside her blouse with her new stride. She was showing off and proud to be doing so.

We walked into the store and very quickly two salesmen nearly raced to get to us. Jim won out. 

"Hello, I'm Jim what can we help you two with today?"

April responded first, "We would like to look at some new living room furniture."

Jim responded enthusiastically, "Great! Do you have a certain color or style in mind?"

April responded, "I would like something in a red or dark red fabric and need something with some good size or bulk to it. We are putting it in a large room and do not want it to look tiny."

Jim said, "Ok let me show you a couple of sets that I think might fit the bill for you."

We followed Jim to a nice looking set of furniture and he said, "Her sit on this one it is one of our best sets."

I sat on the loveseat and April pulled her skirt down as she sat so she would not completely show her ass as she sat. When she sat down, I watched Jim and he had his eyes looking intently at April. 

I looked over at April as she crossed her legs letting her legs slightly drift apart. It was like Sharon Stone in that movie. I knew Jim got a quick glance but albeit quick, he did see her pussy. 

Jim had a slightly higher pitch to his voice as he asked, "How do you like that one?"

April rubbed her hand on the arm and felt the fabric. "The fabric is a little course. I would like something a little more plush so it feels good when I sit on it naked." She responded.

I nearly choked at that comment and Jim's eyes opened wide and said, "I have another one that is made of micro suede and is very soft. Why don't we go look at it."

He watched April as she uncrossed her legs again giving Jim a flash of smooth pussy. She went to stand up and her skirt had ridden up so much that even I could see her pussy. When she stood up the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible. I glanced around and there were two other salesmen at this point watching us intently. There eyes opened wide as April stood and reached to pull her skirt down again to cover her ass. My dick was again plumping up from the excitement.

Jim then led us to another set that was a dark red suede type fabric and April sat down on it. This time I stood next to Jim so I could get his viewpoint. April looked at us and this time smiling she said, "I like this one it feels good on my naked ass. She then let her legs drift apart as she turned to rub her hand across the fabric. You could easily see her smooth naked pussy and it appeared to be slightly wet. She was not hiding it at all this time. She looked up at me and asked, "What do you think Honey?"

I cleared my throat and said, "I love it. All of it!"

She smiled at Jim and asked, "Ok Jim what is your bottom dollar for this set?"

Jim did not even hesitate and knocked off two hundred dollars. April said, "Great we'll take it."

April stood back up again revealing her ass and pussy to all that were watching. As she stood up she bent over slightly and her tits nearly fell out of her shirt. She then pulled her skirt back down. We walked to the counter, paid Jim, and set up delivery arrangements.

Jim gave us his card and said, "Please anytime you need some more furniture come in and ask for me. It has been my pleasure to serve you today." 

I leaned toward him and said, "A pleasure and a turn on right?"

He looked like he did not know for sure how to respond and then I winked at him and he said, "Yah that too."

We headed out of the store and into the mall. There was a Mexican restaurant about half way down and April said, "I need another margarita how about you?"

I responded with, "Sure let's go to the bar and get one."

We walked in and asked to sit at the bar. The place was nearly vacant except for the servers and some cooks that were taking a break after the lunch business had ended.

This time April climbed right up on the stool and crossed her legs. Her long sexy legs in those red high heels made me want to start at her toes and lick them clear up to her wet little pussy. The bartender came over and asked for our order. April leaned forward to give him our order and her tits nearly fell into plain sight. I watched the bartender's eyes as he looked at her chest when taking our order. I placed my order and he never even took his eyes off April's chest.

Our margaritas came and April again made a show of reaching for them. She then motioned for the bartender to come closer as she leaned toward him. I looked at April as she leaned forward and her blouse fell open revealing her beautiful breasts. I looked back at the bartender as his eyes were peering down her shirt. April said, "When these are nearly gone just set us up with another one."

She leaned back into her chair and the bartender just stood back and kept looking at her tits visible through her shirt. He then asked, "Are you guys out shopping today?"

I responded, "Yes we just left the furniture store and after here we are heading on down the mall to shop for her some clothes."

April looked at me and asked, "Have I been a good girl and getting rewarded today?"

I replied, "I'm not sure about the good girl part but you need some new clothes don't you?"

The bartender kind of laughed and said, "I think she looks great in what she has on." 

The bartender walked away and left us there. I placed my hand on April's thigh with my little finger resting against her pussy. I started to wiggle my little finger against her and noticed she was wet. I looked at her and asked, "You are apparently enjoying this?"

She uncrossed her legs and slightly spread them giving me better access to her pussy. I gently and without much motion continued to let my little finger gently rub between her wet lips. I could feel her clit hardening beneath my finger. I slightly turned my hand so I could slip my finger into her damp folds. She slightly moaned as I pulled it out and continued rubbing my little finger against her now very hard clit.

The bartender came back to check on us and I kept massaging April's pussy as he talked to us. He asked April if she was looking forward to shopping and she responded with a sultry voice, "OHHH Yes!" I had inserted a finger back into her pussy just as she was responding. I nearly had to laugh aloud.

The bartender stayed and talked and I think he was beginning to know something was going on behind the bar because April had now slid down in her seat. I looked down at her lap and her skirt had ridden up even further. I quickly and nonchalantly glanced around and the cooks were still there. There was no doubt in their minds as to where my hand was and they were getting a good shot of April's ass sitting on the stool.

April grabbed my hand and tried pulling it away as she was ready to cum. I did not allow her to pull my hand away and kept on rubbing. I wanted to see her orgasm right there in front of these guys. She is generally a noisy sex partner. She was biting her lower lip, began to jerk, and attempted to cover up her jerking by acting as if she was shifting her seating position. She began laughing to release the pent up pressure instead of her normal moaning and screaming.

When I felt her relax, I pulled my hand away from her pussy and she quickly excused herself to the ladies room. However, not before standing up and letting the bartender and the cooks see her naked ass and pussy before she pulled her skirt down.

All of us in the restaurant watched as she sexily walked to the restroom.

The bartender just looked at me and said, "You my friend are a very lucky man."

I smiled at him and said, "Thank-you, I know."

I had sat there sipping my margarita for about five minutes and April had not returned. I asked the bartender to watch our drinks and went to check on her. I knocked then slightly opened the door to the ladies room and asked, "April are you ok?"

I heard her respond, "What the hell took you so long? Get your ass in here."

I walked in and found her sitting in one of the stalls. I stepped in and she immediately reached for my fly. She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She then swallowed it down her throat. My cock immediately sprang to attention. She was pulling and sucking until it had reached a firmness that she knew was enough. She then stood up and turned around. She leaned over the stool with her hands on the wall and demanded, "Fuck Me!"

I reached for her skirt and pulled it over her hips to reveal a wet pussy. She was extremely horny and ready. I guided my cock to her pussy and laid the head against her lips and she nearly yelled, "For God's sake Brent FUCK ME!"

I pushed past her lips and into her hot, wet pussy. She immediately clamped down on my cock and started pushing on and off it as if she was doing pushups against the wall. I grabbed a hold of her hips and met her thrust for thrust. She was grunting and groaning like a wild animal. We had not had sex this intense for years and had never had sex in a public restroom. I looked down at my wet cock sliding in and out of her pussy and had a surreal moment not able to believe this was happening.




She Liked It!



The moment quickly dissipated due to the fact that I could feel the cum rising up my shaft and it exploded into April's waiting pussy as she shuddered in an intense orgasm as well.

She stopped thrusting and I held onto her hips with my cock buried deep inside of her. We both were breathing heavily and trying to catch our breath after such an intense fuck session. I pulled back and let my still hard cock slid from her pussy. April stood up and said, "What the hell are you doing in the ladies restroom you pervert?" smiling. "Now get out of her while I clean up a bit." She ordered.

I pushed my deflating cock back into my pants, zipped up, and turned to leave when April suddenly grabbed me and quickly turned me to give me a deep and passionate kiss.

I then left the restroom and headed back to the bar. 

The bartender had a big grin on his face as I returned. He asked, "Is everything OK?"

I smiled and replied, "I have a feeling you already know the answer to that question."

He smiled again and said, "Everybody in the building knows the answer to that question."

I smiled and sat back down to finish my margarita.

April soon came back to the bar and immediately turned red faced as she saw the bartender grinning from ear to ear. She grabbed her glass, downed the last of her margarita, and said, "Let's go I think we have bothered these folks long enough."

The bartender replied, "No Ma'am not at all. We have enjoyed your visit. Please come back and see us again."

April blushed even more and grinned at the bartender then said, "Thank-You, you have been a gracious host," as she put a ten dollar bill in his tip jar.

We turned and headed back into the mall. As soon as we were out of the restaurant, we cracked up laughing.

We walked down the mall and April turned into a famous sexy lingerie and clothing shop. She said, "I need to shop for some panties. I seem to have cum still running down my leg," as she smiled at me.

She went to the panties and began looking through them for some she liked. She held up one red pair that was nothing more than some string sewn to a piece of triangle shaped cloth. "Do you like these?" she asked.

I just nodded yes and headed to the dressing room. I followed her. She stepped in and quickly opened the door. She pulled up her skirt and spun around for me to see them. The cloth in front just covered her pussy and the red string beautifully disappeared between the firm cheeks of her ass. All I could say was, "Hell yes get them."

She pulled the tag off them and headed to the counter. She gave the sales clerk the tag and said, "I decided to wear them."

The sales clerk smiled and rang them up.

She looked at me and said, "I think I'm done shopping why don't we go to Brandon's Place for some drinks and some fun."

I replied, "Sure, sounds good to me."

Our good friend Brandon Price owned Brandon's Place. We enjoyed going there because it was a small place and people our age visited it.

She grabbed my hand and we headed back down the mall. We had been having so much fun I had not paid attention to the guys in the mall. They were all looking at April as we walked past them. Who could blame them as her unrestrained breasts were bouncing with each step that she took. She looked sexy and she knew it.

We drove over to Brandon's and went inside. There were about fifty people there, which was an averaged size crowd for the place. We went to the bar to see Brandon. As usual, he was working behind the bar and was glad to see us. I shook his hand and April gave him a hug. Brandon held onto her hand, pushed her back a little, and said, "Damn April you are looking fine tonight."

April replied, "Well thank-you kind sir."

Brandon then asked, "Do you need a job? You know you could make a lot of money working here especially the way you look tonight."

April grinned and said, "Not right now but I will think about it."

Brandon said, "Ok you think about it. In the mean time, what do you guys need to drink tonight? The first one is on me."

We both ordered margaritas as that is what we started the day with and decided to make that our drink of the day.

We found some stools at the bar and made ourselves comfortable. We turned toward the crowd and April's long sexy legs were out for viewing. Guys in the bar were taking notice of the babe with the long legs and the sheer top. The ladies in the bar were either appreciative of her beauty or very jealous of it. 

April was just chatting with me and friends and either did not notice the affect she was having on the patrons or did and was ignoring it.

My question was soon answered as she stood up, turned around to face the bar, and motioned for Brandon to come over. She then leaned over the bar to talk to Brandon. When she did this, her skirt rode up and her ass was visible to everyone watching. My dick got hard at her blatant exhibitionism. 

There were a few whistles from the room as she continued to flash her ass. I turned to her and listened to her conversation with Brandon. She was talking about nothing important so I knew it was just a ploy to show off her ass. She then leaned further over and was whispering something in his ear. I checked out her ass and now you could see her red clad pussy and the little string disappearing between those beautiful globes of flesh. My dick was as hard as it had ever been.

She then turned back around and sat on her stool but this time left her legs slightly parted so with the right angle you could see her red covered pussy. Brandon brought us another round of drinks and April quickly started to drink hers.

I leaned to her and asked, "Are you having a good time and enjoying yourself tonight?"

She smiled and asked back, "Why? Did you like also like looking at my ass in these panties?"

I grabbed her hand and put it on my lap. She smiled and replied, "I guess you do."

I again asked, "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"

She smiled and said, "OK! OK! You win. Yes I am having a great time and loving every minute of it."

She then laughed and leaned forward in her stool and although I could not see clearly, I know the people in the bar could see her firm, large breasts hanging inside her shirt.

Brandon walked over and asked me, "Buddy, my help did not show up tonight and I'm getting slammed. Would you mind helping me for a minute behind the bar?"

I jumped up and said, "You bet!" I had helped him before and actually had a good time behind the bar.

I did not know how to mix all of the drinks but I could handle the beer so I jumped right in. I kept an eye on April as she continued to flash her body and was getting more and more brazen with each sip of her margarita.

The bar was now packed and Brandon's help still had not shown up. It was nearly standing room only.

I went to April and said, "Honey it is time for your interview. Can you give us a hand out on the floor getting orders and bringing up empty glasses?"

She stood up and said, "Aye, Aye Sir I'll get right on it."

She immediately jumped out on the floor and started gathering up dirty glasses and ashtrays. This gave her even more opportunities to bend over showing off her cute ass and her huge tits. I watched her as she bent down in front of the guys. Their eyes were looking at her tits. When she bent over and her ass was showing under her skirt the guys behind her made lewd bodily movements. Some of them flicked their tongues at her ass, some of them made hunching motions in her direction. Every time she would come back to the bar, she had to rub against people to get through. Each trip to the bar she also took another drink from her margarita.

I noticed on her trips to the bar that there were more and more bills stuck in the waistband of her skirt.

I asked her if she was having fun.

She turned to me with a big smile, "I'm having the time of my life and never thought it would be so much fun to tease these guys. Look at the money I'm making!" as she looked down at her waist.

"So without a doubt you would say that you have lost the bet?" I asked her.

"Without a doubt I was wrong and I'm having a great time." She responded.

"Do you remember the terms of our little wager?" as I looked into her eyes.

She suddenly got demure, "Yes."

I smiled and then said, "Now!"

She got a shocked look on her face, "Right NOW?"

"Yes, right now." I responded.

Even in her inebriated state, she suddenly got very shy. "Brent why right now? I thought when the bet was made you meant when we were at home alone." She quizzed.

"That was not part of the deal was it?" I responded.

She stood there with a deep thought process going on in her mind and suddenly, "Damn it is HOT! In here."

She unbuttoned her shirt and peeled it off. She was standing in a crowded bar topless. The whistles and hollering started.

I said, "The rest of it too."

She got wide-eyed, "Can I at least keep my panties on?"

"Alright, since they cover very little anyway. You also are going to need a place to stuff bills." I let her off the hook on completely nude.

"Damn I'm still hot" as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

The crowd was now really getting wild.

Hollers from the bar were, "Waitress I need a beer, Waitress I need a drink!"

April looked at me and said, "Sounds like I better get to work!"

She strutted her sexy body right out into the throng of people. 

The first table she walked up to she bent over to get their order and one of the guys put his hand on her ass. She quickly stood up and pulled his hand from her ass, "No groping the waitress please."

She went to the next table and got their order as the guys admired every inch of her body.

I then had to get busy with customers at the bar and lost track of April for a moment. I saw her again at the bar getting drinks. She said, "Damn I think I have had nearly every inch of my body pinched or fondled in just the last few minutes."

She got her orders and went back out onto the floor. I again was busy helping customers at the bar when she came back up. Her string panties were loaded with so many bills it looked like lace around her. She even had a few of them tucked inside the cloth covering her pussy. Noticing the bills, I also noted a small wet spot on the fabric.

I asked her, "Looks like a few of them got inventive on where to put their tips?"

She smiled and replied, "Oh yah, they made sure they tucked it in there well too."

She pulled some of the bills from her string waistband and from her panty covered pussy. "Here will you keep some of this back there? I need more room for more money."

She was on an exhilarating high from the tone of her voice.

She got her drinks and back out onto the floor.

The next time I looked up, she was posing for some pictures with guys all around her. One of them had his hand on her tit. Another had his hand on her pussy and I am sure several of them had a handful of her sweet ass. Watching the scene made my dick begin to get hard.

Brandon said to me, "Damn Brent I don't know why you guys are doing this but this is probably the best night I have had since opening the bar."

I told Brandon, "April and I had a little bet and she lost."

Brandon smiled and said, "Well Buddy you are one lucky man. I have to admit I have wondered what April looked like naked and I'm not disappointed."

I nodded and replied, "Yes Sir I'm definitely a very lucky man." 

I watched April flirting and moving hands from her body as she tried to maneuver through the bar.

She came back up to the bar and said, "I hope you like red marks and bruises on me because by the end of tonight I will be covered in them."

She pulled another wad of money from her waist and handed it to me.

The evening continued with April posing for pictures and fighting off the advances being made toward her. I got through the night without completely embarrassing myself. It was hard not to have a hard on all night.

It seemed like the night had flown by when Brandon made last call.

One more round through the crowd and everyone wanted another feel of April's body. The wet spot in front of her panties had grown noticeably and several comments were made to her about fucking or going home with them tonight. I heard several comments of after closing going with a group of guys to continue the party. They were all delightfully declined.

We got everyone out of the bar, all that was left was Brandon, April, and I. April sat down on a stool and pulled the bills from her panties.

She then stood up and asked, "Brent can I see you in the office for a moment?"

I looked at Brandon and he nodded his approval.

I followed April's red ass to the office. Once there I asked, "Do you realize you have hand prints on your ...." I did not get to finish as she literally attacked me by sliding her tongue down my throat. We kissed and she then turned around, pulled her panties off and said, "FUCK ME NOW MISTER!"

I unzipped my fly, pulled out my hard cock, and drove it into her pussy. She was sopping wet as I slid in with ease. There was a mirror on one wall and I watched us fucking. Her big tits were swinging with each trust and I could see my cock sliding in and out of her.

She quickly began to groan and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, which caused me to unload into her. She was nearly screaming as we came at the same time.

We both nearly collapsed on the desk from the intense orgasms.

April stood up and my cock fell from her. She reached for her panties and slid them back on.

We left the office and back out to Brandon who had a big smile on his face, "You two are great!"

We helped him cleanup the bar and about 3:30 am, we were done.

April looked at Brandon, "Would it be alright if we did this again some night?"

Brandon replied, "Hell yes. Anytime you want to. I had a great night and the scenery was great also."

We said our goodnights and headed out the door. I had gotten so used to April being nearly naked I just noticed she was still naked as we headed to the car.

I said, "A little overexposed for public aren't you?"

She smiled and replied, "It's 3:30 in the morning. Who is going to be out at this hour?"

We got in the car and April almost immediately went to sleep.

I drove us home glancing over from time to time to admire her beautiful naked body as the streetlights illuminated the interior of the car.

I was thinking, "I truly am a very lucky man!" 



She Liked It



Hayley's friends weren't making any pretenses about being quiet, as they could hear them clearly.

Slurping noises. ".feels good, Jamie. I was getting a bit worked up dancing with Hayley." That would be Wes. But isn't Tim her husband?

"Yeah, we were watching. We didn't know what kind of move you made on her, but it seemed to be working." That would be Tim. And what was Hayley doing that they were talking about? He grabbed Hayley's hand, and he could see feel her trembling with nervousness. They crept up to the opening, but not so close that the light would reveal them.

Wes was leaning against a table, his pants down at his ankles, with a beer in his hand. Jamie was squatting and had two hands on his cock and was sucking it noisily. Steven suffered penis envy for a moment, but realized that Wes's cock looked bigger because of the way Jamie was holding it and because it was shaved. Tim was sitting on another table, his back to them.

"That's just it. I didn't really make a move at all. We were dancing nicely, and then, all of a sudden, she closes in, grabs my rear and starts grinding against me. I got worked up, but she was doing the working. I was about to turn her face to kiss me when she pulled away. It was strange. Whoa, Jamie! I don't want to cum yet."

Tim slid off the table and reached over to hold Wes's beer. "Come on now. Are you telling me that the one girl you said you wish you had screwed in High School, who, by the way, shows up (with her husband, mind you) looking great in a dress that stretches against her bra-less tits, made the move on you?"

Jamie stepped backwards towards Tim, who set the beers on the table. She lifted her hair so he could reach the zipper at her neck, and he lowered it with one smooth motion. Then she spread her arms slightly, and Tim peeled it off her shoulders, sending it falling to the floor. He reached up and unclasped her bra, which fell on the dress. Her ass was perfectly framed by black garters; there weren't any panties to remove. Tim gave her a quick pat on the butt, and she moved forward towards Wes, who had watched the undressing in every detail.

"Look. You were watching. I'm not making it up. Steven seems like a great guy, but he wasn't there. I was beginning to think I might have the pleasure of her company back here. It would be the capper for the evening to see her undressed like Jamie here."

"Oh, so finally someone talks about me! What am I, chopped liver? Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. If you wanted to fuck her, you should have done it in High School. How about paying a little attention here. This is new for me, you know. I'm used to switching off, but tonight I've got both of you, and, I gotta say, I'm looking forward to it. Tim, that is an invitation, you know."

Tim abruptly unbelted and lowered his pants, and laid on the table, his cock fully erect and waiting. Jamie leaned over, resting her arms on the table, then taking him in her mouth. Wes stepped behind her, felt for her opening and thrust inside, adding, "It's showtime, folks."

Hayley knew that that comment was for her, but she didn't think Wes could be sure she was there. She had never watched anyone have sex before, and her body was saying she wanted sex, too. But she didn't think she could keep quiet enough. The conversation in the other room had stopped, but the sound of skin on skin thundered in her ears. Steven had lifted her dress, his face to the side of her body so that he could watch as well. What was he thinking, especially after hearing what they had said about her?

He pulled her panties down, and she stepped out of them. The cool air against her wet lips felt...sensuously wicked. He continued to kiss her hips and thighs, but ever so quietly. And he began to use a finger, sliding it around in and around her wetness, not really penetrating, but twitching the end of his finger in time with Wes's thrusts into Jamie. It would have to do. If he did any more, she'd cry out, loudly, for him to fuck her. And that just wouldn't work.

Tim was groaning, repeating "yeah" and "that's it" before groaning. Then Jamie's head raised quickly. Hayley had seen cum spurt from a cock before, but it was odd watching in reverse as it spilled from Jamie's mouth onto her husband's cock. And there was no way of keeping it in, with her panting faster and faster due to the fucking she was getting by Wes. She was clearly trying not to be too loud, too. Finally, she saw Wes's face tighten as his body slammed into her with several loud "smacks," and then he relaxed, a distant look in his eyes, looking somewhere just over her own shoulder. He couldn't see her...good.

"Alright, cleanup time." Both guys looked excited at this apparently familiar phrase. Tim said, "Well, come here!" Jamie leaned over to kiss her husband, and it was clear he was licking up his cum between kisses. When he was done, she pulled away and sat on the table next to him, her feet on the edge of the table, parting her legs. Wes was quickly there, between her legs, eating his cum from her cunt. Wes was saying something but she couldn't make out what he was saying. His mouth was probably full. 

When he was done, Wes also sat on the table, on the other side of Jamie, so that their backs were facing Hayley. It made it harder to hear, and Hayley wanted to hear every word so she could replay this entire experience over and over. It was obvious that they were cooling off.

".your house next weekend, Wes?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry Tina bowed out tonight. It would have been fun. She's super horny when she's pregnant, as you well know."

"I just can't wait until her breasts get larger. That's going to be all kinds of fun."

"Okay guys, first you lust over Hayley, you fuck me, and now you're talking about Tina. Don't forget me!"

"How could we forget you?" said Wes. He gave her a big hug and a kiss. Come on Tim. Let's help her get dressed." 

Tim began to unroll her panties, but Tina grabbed them and threw them to the side of the room. "Let's let that be a little clue for the mystery theater to solve. By the way, that was great, guys. I don't know why we waited so long to try 2 on 1. I'll bet Tina would like it, too." Wes fastened Jamie's bra, and Tim helped her with the dress, before getting dressed themselves.

With Steven's finger still at her cunt, Hayley breathlessly waited as they dressed and left the room, laughing as they exited the other side. 

It was safe. "What if we had been seen?" Her eyes grew wider. She hadn't meant to say that aloud.

Steven removed his finger from between his wife's legs, placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into her ear as he pushed her forward into the adjoining room. "I'll tell you what. Maybe one of them says "come on in!" Or maybe someone just curls a finger in invitation. And I walk you in, just like this. Only, they're naked, and you see Wes and Tim's cocks start to stiffen. And one of them, maybe Wes, since he obviously wants to fuck you, starts stroking his cock and says `I hope you'll join us.' Only, before those words are out of his mouth, my hands have unfastened your dress at the neck, and before you realize what has happened, the top of your dress if falling down, just like this, exposing your breasts to two guys and a girl that I've only just met!" 

"Only, I don't stop there. Before you recover from the shock, I pull your dress past your hips and it falls to the floor, just like this. And then you're standing there, naked except for your shoes. And I know you're turned on, because you're not even trying to cover yourself. So I reach around and give a brief pinch to each of your hard nipples. They're watching, and Wes really starts to smile, because he knows what he's going to get. He's been admiring your breasts all night. But he wants more, I know. So, I show him. My hands run along your body and meet at your crotch, which is soaked. And I spread your cunt lips so they can see that you want it, to be fucked by two guys. I wipe your juices on your breasts, and I walk you forward to the table, right over to Tim's cock, and they know they have permission to fuck my wife, because the last words you hear me say are, `Take her.'"

Steven quickly unzipped and removed his pants, dropping them to the floor and sat on the table, his hard cock already wet with pre-cum. "Tim holds out his arms for you, but instead of an embrace, he grabs your head and pulls you to his cock. Just like that, yes. And you're so turned on you really want to suck his cock, because you never expected to end up in a situation like this, and you know it will happen only once. And you're so focused on that cock, it's like your husband is not even in the room. And even though your mouth is full of this man's cock, you start wriggling your ass, wondering when Wes's cock will fill you up, because you've wanted him ever since feeling his shaft when you danced." 

"And then you're surprised, as you feel your breasts being caressed by a feminine touch. It's Jamie, and her hands are nervous with excitement because she's never done that before." Steven rolled a nipple between his fingers, removed his cock from Hayley's mouth, and stepped behind her. "You're shocked that another woman's touch could send electrical charges through your body, and, right in time with her pinch, you feel Wes's cock thrust into your cunt, like this. This is what you've wanted, isn't it?" 

"But it's not just a stranger's cock thrusting inside you, it's better than that. These cocks represent those wasted years in high school year when you stuck with the one guy, and were left to wonder what it would be like to have fooled around with others. Only, this is the real world, and your husband is watching you take two guys at once, and there's no denying that you're enjoying sex right now more than any time of your life. So here you are, naked, in a dark room at a video arcade, fucking two guys, your husband's familiar touch forgotten. That is what you want, isn't it? So go ahead and say it, you want to be fucked by two guys."

Steven may be fucking her, but he was fucking with her head as well. Her eyes were closed as his thrusts increased. His cock didn't seem familiar at all. He was fucking her harder than in their bedroom, and his cock seemed larger, as big as Wes's, and it stretched her cunt to ecstasy. Her tits were swinging, bouncing with each thrust. She could just imagine...someone watching them...her fans. As she listened to her husband unfold the story, it wasn't hard too hard to imagine that it was Wes fucking her, with her husband watching from somewhere. And while the fucking was great, it would complete the story if she had a real cock in her mouth right now.

It was like Steven was reading her mind. Just as she imagined what was next, his story made it seem real. And here again, he was right on target, reading her mind. So she went ahead and said it. "I want to be fucked...by...two guys." It was a hard thing to say to your husband.

"Louder."

She took a deep breath. "I want to be fucked by two guys!" There. It was out. Watching Tim, Wes and Jamie had been like the best porno movie she had ever seen, only, the acting was great. And she was jealous of Jamie as she had watched. She leaned further on the table, resting her head on an arm, and she used her other hand to reach back to her clit. This was going to be big. Steven was thrusting hard and fast, and she knew he only had moments to go. Her rhythm was right as she slammed back against him, her fingers bringing her closer to orgasm. She felt his hot cum shoot within her, and, for whatever reason, she tilted her head slightly and opened her eyes. 

She had known he was there, known he would be there. She had smelled him faintly ever since her husband had removed his cock from her mouth...Wes, standing beyond the partition in the dark. The light shone on his cock, mostly, with his hand stroking back and forth quickly. It wasn't hard to find the slight reflection in his eyes. And recognition. They came together, she noisily. 

"Cleanup time." Steven looked surprised. This wasn't part of their normal sex life, as if the rest of the evening was. She spread her legs, and she could see the cum begin to leak between her lips. She gathered his head between her legs, holding his chin and tongue against her wet cunt. She was facing Wes now, and, while she couldn't see him, she could feel him there, gazing at her naked breasts. She cupped one breast with her hand, as if offering it, and she smiled into the darkness. And it dawned on her that in a way, she did have sex with two men. And Steven didn't need to know that...she liked it.

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She Liked To Be Looked At



I met a guy online and we started talking about our wives. Things that turned us on about them and what we wish they would do. We talked about sending pictures of our wives to each other. Both or our wives liked to be photographed during sex. My wife Debbie like to pose for me, plus she like it when I set the camera up to take shots of us while we were fucking.

We began sending pictures back and forth to each other. His wife was a good looker, but Debbie had her beat good. Debbie was 5'1" tall, 102 lbs., 34 c cup, and had one of those asses that you could hold a cheek in each hand. She was beautiful. Some of the pictures I sent my friend where some of the ones that Debbie had a real slutty look on her face.

We did this for almost 6 months. We both had a nice collection of each other's wife.

One night in bed Debbie and I were having a real good fuck section. During the peek of or going at it she asked me, honey have you shown any one the pictures you took of me? I never lied to her before and I didn't want to do it now. Thinking she was going to smack me I told her about the buddy I had on line and that he sent me pictures of his wife and I sent him your pictures. Jimmy that is so nasty, she said. She started rubbing my cock. Do you think he liked seeing them? I am sure he does. Does he jacks off when he looks at them? I know I would. Do you do it to his wives pictures? No, honest. She can't hold a candle to you honey. You know deep down I always hoped you would show them to someone. It really turned me on thinking that some other guy was looking at my body and then watching me getting fucked. 

Has anyone else seen them? One fell out of my wallet when I was at lunch with my boss and he kept it. Jimmy, your boss and he kept it? He told me he had never seen a body as good as your before. While she was talking my finger was sliding along her slit. Oh honey that feels good. Would you like to show me off to other men? I would love to baby. God Jimmy, that would be so exciting. Fuck me honey, I'm so horny, fuck me now. I hopped on top of her and my cock slide into her with ease. We were going wild, when she said to me. I want to let them see me Jimmy. Anybody you want to, I will show anything you tell me to. Take me out tomorrow night honey. It's a date. We continued to fuck for almost an hour. She must have cum three times.

I got home from work the next day, it was Friday and she was taking a shower to get ready for tonight. She came out and I went in to take my shower. When I get out and walk into the bedroom my cock got good and hard from watching Debbie dress. She put on a skirt that was just a little longer than a mini. Stockings and a garter belt, no panties. Her blouse was a silk button up the front and no bra. Damn, did she look good enough to eat. I tried, but she wanted me to wait until later. Do you think I look good honey? You have to be kidding. Well, I want to look nice for you tonight. You look perfect.

We get to the car and I open the door for her and watch her getting in. What a sight I tell her. Your pussy looks so good. You could see it Jimmy? Yes and you did such a good job and not letting on that you wanted me to see your pussy.

There is a really nice club in town. Inside there is three stories. Cocktails on the first floor, dancing on the second and a lounge area on the third floor. We got to the club and I stopped in front letting the young kid park the car. First he went around to Debbie's door and opened it for her. I watched the kids eyes and sure enough her had them fixed between her legs. She didn't disappoint him, allowing him enough time to have a nice look. As we walked in she said she thought she was going to cum from him just looking at her. We stop on the first floor to get a cocktail and I notice that she has unbuttoned two more of the buttons on her blouse. From the rite place you can look down her top and see her whole tit, nipple and all. We hop up on some tall bar stools to order the drinks. She is asking the bartender about a foo-foo drink and is leaning over to talk to him. Her tits are damn near coming out of her top. The bartender is eating it up and stays there and talks to her for a while. When he goes to fix the drinks she turns to me. I am looking at the same view the bartender had. Jimmy you are staring! I can't help it, they look so good. You are my husband, they shouldn't be turning you on like this. Well they are. Jimmy I think you like the way I look now. Debbie if you only knew. She said, I can't believe how they don't even try to hide the fact that they are looking down my blouse. That's because you are one sexy lady and had such a nice set of tits. He brings our drinks over an says they are on the house. This could be a really good thing. After a while she wants to go up to the dance floor. I tell her to go ahead of me, I want to watch as she climbs the stairs. She leaves and I am a few seconds behind her. She is almost half way up the stairs and I am behind to guys just starting to go up. I hear them talking. Hey, look at that. What an ass on that bitch. I know that is a complement. She is at an angle that they can see up her skirt. Damn would you look at that, she doesn't have any panties on. Fuck I would like to do her standing up one of the guys said. The other one said I would do her anyway anywhere. I let them hear me say, boy did that look nice. They turned and gave me a grin and shook their heads.

There is small tables and chairs around the dance floor and she grabs one of them and sits down. When she sees me walking to her she spreads her legs for me, giving me a nice look at her pussy. I take a seat next to her and tell her about the two fellows watching her. I told her they said she had a great looking cunt. I hate that word honey, except for tonight I love it.

We dance a few dances and she give some of the people good beaver shots as she bends as she dances. I'm a little tired, lets go up to the lounge. This time I am by her side as we go up the stairs. When we get to the top I stop her and we begin talking. Knowing that who ever is coming up can look up her skirt. I am getting wet Jimmy watching all these men coming up the stairs looking at me. You love it don't you honey. God yes, I feel so sexy.

You know what honey? No what? I think I would like to watch some guy putting his cock in your cunt. Jimmy! I am serious, seeing a guy talking to you and slipping his cock under your skirt and into your waiting pussy. Keep talking Jimmy, you are getting to me. I can almost feel it. You could take it either way, from the back or the front. I can watch as he just starts to slip the head of his cock between you wet lips. Oh Jimmy it feels so nice. A strange cock starting to fuck me. I could see him pumping in and out of you as you stand next to him. Then watch your eyes as he unloads his hot sticky cum into your cunt. Yes baby, feeling him cum in my cunt would be like being in heaven. Why don't you make your way to the cocktail station and I will stay close so I can see you being fucked. See you later honey. 

She goes to the cocktail station and get a drink that a nice looking man waiting for his drink pays for hers. They begin talking and I am behind her a short distance away. After the second drink he puts his hand on her hip and she puts hers on his arm. He begins moving his hand up and down from her hip to the top of her leg. He is pulling her skirt up every time his hand goes to her hip. I watch as she spreads her leg a bit wider. His hand is now going down the front of her leg. On his way up he pulls her skirt up and I can see her pussy. I watch as he begins to finger fuck her. My dick is so hard it hurts. She puts her head on his shoulder so she can look at me. I can tell she is having a great time. She puts her hand on his pants and rubs his hard cock. She then unzips his pants and put her hand inside. It looks like she is stroking him. To my surprise she pulls out his cock, still stroking it. They kiss and Debbie guides his cock to her cunt. She is rubbing it along her slit and she picks up speed. The look on her face is something I have never seen before. She loves what is happening to her. With a little push he enters her. There she is standing at the service bar taking a strangers cock in her body. Anyone looking could tell what was going on, but they didn't care. He only lasted five minutes and I saw him tighten up and grab her ass and pull her into him. His ass cheeks are flexing and then relaxing. He does this four or five times. I heard her tell him to cum deep inside of her as she was cuming. He pulled out of her and they clinked glasses. She told him she had to get back to her husband. That shook him up and he was looking all over the place. She walked passed me and headed down stairs. I followed her all the way to the front door. I gave the kid my car tag, and he went to get it. When he came with the car he went around to let her in again, only this time she showed him her cum filled pussy. We drove off with her fingering herself and then putting her finger in my mouth. Jimmy I don't think I have ever felt so sexy. Did you like the show? My cock is so hard, I can't wait to fuck you myself. Lets do it where someone can watch us honey. Okay, where would you like to go. How about where all the bums and homeless people hang out. It is close by. I drive down by the creek and park in a broken down warehouse parking lot.

Debbie get out of the car and leans against the fender of the car. Come on big boy get out here and give your wife what she wants. I go stand in front of her. Lift up your skirt so I can look at your cunt. Talk nasty to me honey. You know I am going to fuck you in front of whoever might be looking. I know it Jimmy, do anything you want. All I want to do now is to stick my cock in you cum filled cunt and feel it slide in and out of you. I am going to tell you how good you looked being fucked by that stranger as I pump my cock into you. Oh yes Jimmy, how did it look? I love it and I want to see more of it. But for the rest of the night you are mine. Tomorrow you will be anyone's I want you to be. You are going to get gang fucked and love it. I just hope I can wait honey. 

I am watching the homeless circle the car and begin to jack off. I fuck her for another half hour then we head for home. 

Tomorrow is going to be a fun day, I thought.