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A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 01

By: WillingWolf



It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon. Well, it was in the middle of the recession. The phone rang.

'Hi, is that Tom Jones?' followed by a little laugh.

Don't go there. My mother was a fan.

'Yes it is. I hope you are not too disappointed?' My standard line when an attractive sounding voice was the other end of the phone.

I could hear her smiling. 

'I am sure I won't be. Are you the kitchen planner?'

I sighed, 'I guess that's me. I normally describe myself as an arts and design consultant, but I have done a kitchen before in a house behind Harrods.' Only a small lie. I did design my Mother's kitchen and it is only a few miles behind Harrods.

'Oh sorry,' she said. 'I didn't mean to, well upset you. I just need my kitchen designed and Emily, a friend of a friend, says that you designed her garden, but that you also did interior work like kitchens.'

I immediately knew who had recommended me. I had an immense amount of fun designing my first, and last, garden. And I do mean a lot of fun. The lady of the house was no lady, if you know what I mean. I was also delighted that it was probably the most profitable job I had ever done as I had charged the good Mr Thompson top rates for designing his garden and shagging his wife. I hoped that Emily Thompson had told her I was expensive. 

'Shall I come and look at it? Where are you?'

She gave me the address of a house on a gated estate on the Moor Park Golf Course. Three to ten million I estimated. Today was looking up.

'Look I have had a cancellation this afternoon.' 

Did this look too eager?

'Oh that would be lovely. I was wondering what to do this afternoon.'

'I will be there about three.'

It was only a half hour drive, I had time to have lunch first. 

'And your name is?'

'Oh Rosie, err Taylor. Mrs Taylor.'

'Mrs Taylor then. Until three.'

The house was definitely towards the upper end of my estimated price range. This added another £500 to the bill.

A vision of loveliness opened the door. A young girl, perhaps in her late teens. She had long straight blonde hair running halfway down her back. Her features were perfect. Her whole body in fact was perfect and, as a semi-professional photographer (as well as a design consultant) I lusted to see more of her. She was wearing a light blue, mans shirt style blouse and a dark blue, full, just over-the-knee length skirt. Very modest, if somewhat old-fashioned. 

'Good afternoon,' I smiled what I hoped was a trustworthy smile. 'My name is Jones. Tom Jones. Is your mother around please? I have an appointment.'

She scowled. 'I am Mrs Taylor. It's my house. Well, my husbands and mine. Why does everybody think I am still at school.'

'I am so sorry. You will be pleased to know that at least on the phone you sound more mature than you look. That's not to say you sound old, or look immature but...'

That made her laugh. 'Oh I am sorry. Everybody does it. I guess I shouldn't complain. One day I will get to look older. I am Rosie to my friends. Please call me that. Come in.'

Her name began to ring slight bells with me. I couldn't quite put it all in place yet but I did know that she had been in the newspapers a year or so back.

She took me through the hallway, past a table of family photographs.

She reached out and tutted loudly and turned one flat on it's face. I wasn't quite quick enough to see it. I wondered whether it was a clue to her identity. I noticed she had gone slightly pink with embarrassment.

She took me through to the kitchen.

'Well this is it. Can you make anything of it.'

'Apart from an indoor tennis court you mean. It is huge.'

She laughed. A lovely genuine tinkle of a laugh. 

'I gather you have just knocked the dining room and kitchen into one is that right?'

'It was not us but the people who lived here last. My husband managed to buy it cheap as a result of a business deal. The previous owners ran out of money to finish it. They started at the top and were working down, so this is just about the last thing to be done. You can see they even got around to the kitchen ceiling, before they stopped. '

That was a shame. I was looking forward to a lot of work here.

'I think this should be fun. I have a couple of questions. Who is the cook, you, your husband, a housekeeper? How many people are you catering for most days? Do you already have a separate wine cellar and dining room? Do you want a breakfast bar, or a table or something grander than a kitchen refectory table? Is it a kitchen to work in or to be seen in? Cupboards only one end or spread around? Do you also want me to design the interior design, pictures, a mural, artwork?'

She tried to answer as best as she could. Neither she nor her husband were particularly strong cooks, but he did like to throw parties for up to thirty people from time to time, which usually started off in the kitchen of course. Her husband had given her free range to do whatever she liked so long as it was in keeping with the house and surroundings. No black ceilings or full height waterfall effects. No footballer's wives. Yes she would like me to organise artwork or photos for the walls. Perhaps food and drink as a theme.

Boring.

There was just her and her husband in the house usually, she added, and he was often away. My cock actually stiffened at this disclosure. Not enough for her to see. 

And yes, to a breakfast table and chairs, say for twelve. And no to needing a wine cellar. Her husband was delighted with the contents of the one they had in the basement, which he had bought along with the house. 

'Oh,' she said. 'I am so sorry. I have not even offered you a drink. Would you like a wine or a beer or...?'

'A glass of wine would be lovely. Perhaps a sauvignon blanc if you have one open.' Hopefully she didn't have a chardonnay open. 

She rummaged in the smaller of the two fridges and found a half-opened bottle.

'This was only opened last night,' she paused. 'It is a Chablis grand cru.'

A wonderful wine. Far more than I would ever spend on a, 'Lets just have a glass of wine,' bottle and very satisfactory even though it was from the Chardonnay grape varietal.

'It is sort of a Chardonnay but I think you will like it.' 

'I am sure I will. That will be lovely. Thank you.' And it was. She joined me, which finished off the bottle.

I thought that I had better at least get some idea of money in her head.

'My charges are around £1000 for the plan.' I paused. How would she take this? Do I offer her a discount? Is she hesitating? 

'That's fine. And for the artwork or decoration?'

Woah. Good news.

Well that will depend upon how we need to source it, how much there is. If you want originals, or numbered prints I would charge a finders fee.

Perhaps we could work on the plan putting in agreed spaces on the walls which we can then fill with suitable artwork. I know for example a place in Bordeaux for example where I can source original art work to do with the premier cru vineyards. Maybe something like that.'

'That sounds wonderful.' My husband would love that. He loves his wine. He has been an enthusiast for over thirty years now.'

My eyebrows raised.

'Oh. Well yes he is a little older than me.'

That was an understatement, I reckoned.

Then it came flowing back to me. Rosie Millard. Now Taylor.

She had risen to her fifteen minutes of fame via the television's University Challenge. She had answered almost all the questions that her team were given and safely steered them through to the final. They had eventually lost to the Cambridge team by a very close margin, despite the fact that her three team mates hardly answered a question right all night.

The press had feted her as the new Brain of Britain, and she was inundated with lad's magazines wanting her to pose in her underwear, or less. It came to a head when she turned down a vast sum to model for Playboy. She had been quick to pour scorn on the gutter press which reacted with previously untold tales of her modesty and prudishness from ex school friends and neighbours. I then remembered that I had read that she had given up college and married a guy much older than she was. 

I must have gone quiet and given away the fact that I had recognised her.

'Yes?' she said.

'I am sorry,' I replied. 'At the risk of upsetting you again, I have recognised where I have seen you before, When I first saw you I felt that you were very familiar. You were on that University Challenge. I have to say I was a big fan of that programme. And frankly, of you on it. You were wonderful.'

She blushed. 'Thank you. I really wasn't as good as the press made out at answering. I was just a little quicker than the boys,' she said modestly.

'I was also very impressed with you turning down all that money from playboy,' I said. 'Was that true? A million dollars.' 

She laughed and pulled another bottle of wine from the fridge.

'I know that it was only a year ago but I was very naïve then. I would not have taken my clothes off for ten million. A lot of those stories about me being prudish were pretty true. I guess I am still pretty bashful.'

She blushed again. At what, I was wondering?

The phone rang.

'Hello darling. What time is it there? Breakfast time?'

She made a small face of apology and moved towards the hall to take the call in private. After four or five minutes of what seemed just like acknowledgements, 'Yes, no, yes dear,' I heard her say, 'Yes Alan, the guy planning the kitchen is here at the moment. No, of course I haven't. No I wouldn't. No. Please don't ask that.' 

I wondered what on earth she was talking about. Her voice was getting quieter as she moved into one of the other doors off the hallway. I was intrigued enough to follow her along the hall so that I could just hear her.

'No, he didn't see the photograph. I turned it over, as soon as I saw it. It was very mean of you to put it there to embarrass me.'

I was standing right by the hall table and it was the work of a few seconds to turn over and examine the photo we were talking about. I quietly replaced it. It was a photo of Rosie topless, her hair in plaits, standing awkwardly in just the bottom half of a bikini, pouting and looking at the floor. She looked very fuckable. My cock thickened again automatically. 

Her voice turned from defiant to pleading.

'Please don't make me. I am wearing that blue shirt and the dark blue full skirt that you don't like me wearing. I only get the chance to wear it when you are not here. Of course I am wearing panties, yes and a bra. Okay I'll take it off. No, not in front of him. Yes you know I will do whatever you want. So, I have a choice either the red mini or take off my panties is that right. No I can't do both. I understand. Yes okay. No you know I will. Oh do I have to turn the cameras on. Yes, yes, I will. Yes I love you too. Hurry back. I do miss you and everything you do to me. I just wish it was only you, all the time. I love you. Bye.'

I was quickly back into the kitchen, scratching a few notes onto a pad. My mind was working overtime. 

There was a bit of a delay. I had time to get quite a few notes written.

She clicked a switch in the hall cupboard. The cameras?

Knowing what to look for I was pretty sure that she had taken at least her bra off and possibly her panties. There were a couple more buttons undone on the shirt. She really was going to give me a flash. 

I smiled warmly. I had a very good idea of how to proceed next.

'I think I know the sort of thing you need.'

I pulled out my lap-top and showed some top of the range cupboards, and suggested the most expensive range. 

I impressed upon her the idea of lightness. It was such a big room it was inclined to darkness unless we could light it properly and keep everything bright and light coloured.

'After all you want to be able to see everything properly in here don't you?'

She blushed again and crossed her legs, showing quite a lot of thigh for a full skirt. Had I reminded her what she was not doing. 

She leaned over to top up my glass again. Definitely no bra and a lot more breast. No nipples yet though.

'I have had an idea for the decorations though. As I arrived I couldn't help seeing that photo of you in the hall that you modestly turned over. Instead of a food and wine theme which is very blasé now, what about photographs of you, or more precisely your body parts, a beautiful elbow, a calf, a shoulder, your lips? Beautifully taken, artistic photos, perhaps monochrome. It would not even be necessary to tell everyone else that it was you, just some girl with a beautiful body.'

Her eyes bulged, her hands shook and she dropped half a glass of wine over her skirt.

'Oh no. I have spilled my wine over this skirt. I will be back in a moment.'

She rushed off and I completed my drawings and took some measurements. From my side of her conversation this was something that I knew her husband would like. '

Rosie reappeared ten minutes later in a little red miniskirt. I could already see a lot more thigh than I had under the old skirt.

I decided to push my luck.

'There, look at you. Showing me your legs. You must like the idea. You have fantastic legs, in fact a lovely body. Do you need to discuss it with your husband? Shall I speak to him, to assure him that it will be very respectful, tasteful even?'

'No, no I can talk to him. He will be home on Saturday. I really think I prefer the wine and food though.'

She was flustered. I had sown the seeds and could do nothing more. Despite what she had been told to do I could see that she had no intention of showing me any more. This idea, obviously horrific to her, was going to go down well with her husband. We both knew that and that is why she was afraid. I hoped that the kitchen camera included sound. It was either an expensive system or the cameras did not yet link through to the kitchen. I could not see any sign of it at all with a casual glance around the room,. 

'Right,' I said as I prepared to leave. 'I have taken the measurements I need and will prepare the plans for the cupboards and white goods, leaving spaces for say twenty to forty photos of food and drink or my other more prurient theme? I will email you the first floor plans Friday and I will speak to you Saturday or at the latest Monday to see how they looked. I should warn you I do not like to leave anything to chance so will want to come round two or three times checking the measurements, and making sure you are comfortable with the way it is proceeding.' 

'That will be fine. Emily spoke highly of you and I can see that you are a perfectionist. I'm sure that will be fine. Until next week then.'

Sunday lunchtime I got the call. 

'Oh Mr Jones, It is Rosie, Mrs Taylor here.'

'Rosie, hi, how nice to hear from you. How were the plans?'

Oh my husband, err, we liked them very much. Just one or two minor changes, perhaps you could come over and we could talk about them.' 

'I would love to, when do you have in mind?'

'Well Alan suggested today, but I assured him that you would not be able to break into your Sundays, so maybe next week though Alan is off again on business at some stage.'

She was flustered. I was betting that she did not want me to meet Alan.

'Today is fine. This will give me something to do that I will enjoy getting my teeth into. I will see you at three again.'

Again she answered the door. This time she was wearing a strapless, and obviously braless black camisole top, thin enough just to see the traces of her nipples and a loose satiny black skirt that came nearly midway down her thighs. A very different girl to the one I met Wednesday.

She walked before me through to the kitchen where I could hear glasses clinking and wine being poured. I noticed that the photo of her topless was back on the hall table. She went pink as she passed it, knowing that I would be able to see it properly this time. 

Alan came forward with a glass in his hand. Early fifties perhaps, not tall, but big. Not fat, no beer paunch, just a heavily built confident man. 

'Tom, may I call you that? Good to meet you. Here, I believe you like the Chablis. Good job on the plans.'

'Delighted to meet you,' I said. 'Yes this is a particularly fine Chablis if it is the same as the one we had last time. I am glad you found the plans acceptable.'

'Yes, just one or two little changes perhaps. Darling, can you show them to Tom please.'

'Yes of course, perhaps we could have the space for the bin, here and not there.'

'Not a problem, of course, and it is nearer the sink. But just so you realise why I put it there, I suspect that you keep your sink waste separate from your packaging and non-food waste. That was why it was nearer that working surface. The sink incinerator will take care of most food waste.'

'Oh,' she said. 'I hadn't thought of that. Okay let's leave the bin where it was. Now the island perhaps could be a few inches longer to accommodate a few bottles of cooking red that we would not be keeping in the fridge.' 

I nodded. 'Of course,' and made a note. 

She stopped.

'And the other things, not changes, just ideas to make sure that we are on the same wavelength,' said Alan.

Rosie sheepishly walked over to the far side of the table that was standing in the middle of the room turned and leant her body flat along the top while keeping her legs firmly on the ground. Her nipples, which I could now plainly see were firming and her face was turning pink. 

'My husband would like the island work surface to be this height. He... he .. he would like it a lot.'

'Stay there a moment,' I said, as she started to rise. 'Let me measure the height.' I whipped out a pocket tape measure, and walked around to where she stood. 

I caught Alan's eye glinting with amusement as we both knew I could measure the table without Rosie spread all over it. It was a lovely view though. Her skirt had risen up her thighs, almost uncovering her buttocks. 

'And this is for...' I looked over at Alan and he nodded.

'Yes. I thought so. The problem of course is that this is a little low for a working kitchen island. It is too low to chop vegetables for example. 

What we could do, of course, as we are lengthening the island anyway is to put a step in the work surface bringing the last three or four foot this end down to the level that you want. We could possibly even put a couple of handles both sides, perhaps, to hold onto or even tie things onto on the other side there.'

Alan beamed. 'A remarkable idea. Do it. That alone was well worth your extortionate fee.'

I reminded myself to be a little careful with the bills in future. 

'And the other things Darling,'

Rosie went to the back kitchen wall and bent double at the waist, with her legs straight and parted and pointed out where the kick-boards should go.

It was almost all I could do not to laugh. I probably would have done if I had not been carried away looking at the crease where her legs became her buttocks, Divine. Her skirt was just a little too tight to let me see whether she was wearing a g string. They were certainly not granny-pants. 

She then stood and climbed onto a small ladder at the end of the kitchen, rising about five steps up, until she could easily reach the ceiling. 

The bottom of her cheeks were now even more exposed. I wondered whether she was wearing knickers. I also wondered how long she had been practising these moves.

I moved solicitously forward to help hold the ladder.

'Please be careful up there. I would hate my new customer to be invalided due to a fall and not able to use her new kitchen.'

My move did of course, coincidentally, improve the view immensely.

By nowI was pretty sure she was not wearing panties at all. If she was, the thong string was tucked tightly up her backside.


A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 01



'We would like the cupboards to go all the way up to here. The ceiling.' She said.

'Aha.' I said. 'Stay right there and let me measure. Here take the end of this tape and hold it against the ceiling please.'

This entailed her first bending towards me and then stretching up with her hem line at eye level. Yes there was a tiny g-string. Fantastic.

'Well I think that is all the measurements I need. I will come back to check them. Would you like me to appoint a company and project manage the job myself.'

'That would be great, just send your estimates and costs in before we agree anything,' said Alan.

Shame.

'And now the decorating of the room,' I mused.

'I guess Rosie told you the ideas, firstly, her idea of a food and drink theme, with the emphasis perhaps on fine wines and food from France. She may have said that I can produce some fine original artwork, on approval of course, from Bordeaux. And the other, more personalised, and indeed more personal suggestion of photographing Rosie's fabulous say, limbs, or lips and making up a series of pictures. For example, we might use the modern portraits that people have done on a white background in white frames. That would keep the lightness in the room. Or we could use monochrome black silhouettes, and provide a mixture of black and white with say, contrasting bright red lips or toe nails. The photos would be anonymous in that, unless you wanted it, there would be none that shouted out 'This is Rosie'. No face. No recognisable long body-shots, although with that lovely hair... But perhaps a monotone full-length profile showing the hair falling down her back.'

I waited. The moment of truth. 

'That sounds perfect Tom,' Rosie blushed again. 'Again a couple of things. Firstly, who would take these photographs?'

'Well,' I said reaching into my briefcase. 'I foresaw that question and without doubt, knowing how modest Rosie is, you would not want to entrust just anybody with taking the photos because one or two might be deemed, well, let us say, provocative. I am actually a trained photographer and have brought a portfolio of work to show that I don't do just weddings and dog shows.'

I gave him the book and watched him peruse the hundred or so photos.

I noticed he took a little longer over the artistically posed nudes at the back of the book. 

'Very good. But how do we guarantee that these photos do not get onto the internet, or sold to a paper. Rosie has told me that you recognised her. You will realise that even a year out of the limelight will not have diminished too much the commercial demand for that sort of photograph.'

Stupidly, the thought had not even crossed my mind. Maybe because I was so excited at the prospect of shooting her naked body. 

'Well I guess you can trust me. I was a boy scout.'

That made him laugh but not in a pleasant way. 

'I suppose that would do. I don't think anybody would risk having a broken back or a hand amputated just for a few thousand pounds eh.'

Now I looked askance, and terrified. He knew then that he could trust me.

'I will never show them or even talk about them to anyone. I promise you.'

'I do trust you. Of course I do. Give me some more examples. Toes, lips, not exactly exciting.'

'Well what about over there say, three pictures, each perhaps, eight or nine inches high but twenty to thirty inches wide of three different curves of Rosie's body, each taken from the side.

Rosie if you wouldn't mind perhaps being a model, that's it just here, say her calf, her shoulder and a buttock.' 

I took my life in my hands, literally, and rolled my hands over her right side, starting with her shoulder. I was a little slower over her buttock before completing the assignment on her calf.

'They are all convex and the way they are mounted your eyes would be dragged down to the buttock.

Maybe even very provocatively a nipple, surrounded by flowers, say Marigolds or Gerberas.' I went for the money shot. ' Perhaps a shot of her lips. Painted, red and swollen.'

I knew I did not need to elaborate on the lips I had in mind.

'And would this mean Rosie having to take her clothes off at all?'

Rosie started to look terrified. 

'Naturally with art comes exposure. I am afraid that, yes, a few of the pictures would be necessarily naked or partly naked.'

'Excellent,' said Alan. 'So far, Rosie's life has been a little old-fashioned, if not ridiculously modest. You can rest assured Mr Photographer that you will have a willing model. I am assured that you will never allow these photographs out of your possession, or show them to anyone without my permission. I will have all copies when this job is complete. Do we understand each other?'

'Perfectly.' 

'One last thing. Give me some idea of time-scales.'

'Well I can get the kitchen fitters estimate by Wednesday. If you accept and are in a hurry they will probably be beginning the electrical work and plastering by Monday, but I will have to check their availability. Please let me know any special requests for electrical work needed by Tuesday.'

'What sort of special requests?'

'Computer lines perhaps, if you ever need the base for a home network in here.' I hesitated, not too long to be obvious I hoped. 'Security cameras, connected computer screens perhaps, an opportunity to Skype?'

'Mmm. Yes of course. These fitters of yours are discreet?'

Oh god, here I was going to have to put my neck on the line and guarantee someone else's discretion.

'Absolutely. My word on it.'

'Accepted. Your word that is.'

'I will need to come in at some stage midweek to recheck all the measurements before the units are ordered and talk about the tiling, painting and general base decorations. Assume about a week to ten days work. Possibly a little longer for the modification necessary to the island, but that can always be fitted later. The photographs, well I would need to come and take a couple of hundred rough ones to see what I am working with. Spot the curves, the angles. I would blanket photo Rosie so that I can blow up some to get a hold of different curves. See whether she comes out better in colour or monochrome, and then realistically come up with forty or fifty ideas for final photos, which I will then need to take again with better lighting, possibly a professional set. So, maybe three to five weeks, plus framing, if I can get the preliminary shoot done this week or next. Will you want to be there?'

'I don't think so. I am sure Rosie will tell me what she gets up to. Won't you dear? Just one thing. You can take your initial photos while you are project managing the kitchen. That means that you take your photos in the house here while the fitters are working. In fact, I want a lot of them taken in the same room, in here, while the fitters are working. Understood?'

Rosie's mouth fell open.

'But darling that means that Tom and all those other men are going to see...'

'Yes that's right. And while I am away I expect you to tell me all about it each night. I am away from Wednesday for a fortnight. As you know it is my busy time for travelling. Our enjoyable late night conversations will make me miss you from my bedroom in Frankfurt. 

While I expect them to see Rosie posing I do not expect the men to stop working to letch. And I will hold you, personally and physically responsible for their behaviour during and after the shoot. They have a job to complete in ten days. Agreed? And don't forget to send me those estimates by email.'

This was getting trickier by the moment. 

It got even trickier after the second email from Alan Taylor on Monday evening. The first one agreed all the estimates and included a lot instructions relating to computer wiring and 'security' cameras, even a connection for a good sized projector in the racking over the island. It would project a large picture onto a currently blank wall. He also wanted the opportunity to fit half a dozen cameras around the kitchen. The bit I liked best was the £1000 bonus available to me if I brought the job home approved and in good time. 

The second one was more, how shall I put it, 'man to man.' 

It went 'Tom hi. Just so there is no misunderstanding I am going to put this into writing. I expect you to tear it up when you have read it. It would never be worth you ever mentioning it to me again.

You will realise by now that I have a strange relationship with my wife. She is of course clever and beautiful and in many ways I am the luckiest man in the world. However she has a couple of major faults that I am trying to discretely rectify. That is discretely as far as the rest of the world is concerned. After this note, you are now one of the members of my family. It is only a small family and I would be disappointed if any falling-outs resulted in the family shrinking back in size again. I am sure you understand what I mean.

The two faults that I am working on at the moment are her prudishness and her naivety, which go hand in hand with her lack of experience of the world. Until she went on University Challenge she had never even been to London. She had never had a boy-friend, or even dated despite being at university. She was a virgin. 

It will come as no surprise to you that I am trying to broaden her mind, have myself some fun, and turn her into the sort of wife with whom I will want to spend the rest of my days. I want her to display exhibitionist tendencies. She is a natural submissive, despite her amazing intellect. She enjoys our nights, although she professes to prefer the straight sex, rather than the wilder fun I might throw at her. 

You came recommended by one Mrs Emily Thompson. You will understand me if I say that she also recommended your design skills. Rosie and I know what happened and that, so far at least, regarding Emily, you have been the soul of discretion. That is one of the reasons you were offered the job. 

I am sure that Emily has told me a lot more in a few quiet moments than she has ever told Rosie. I think Rosie knows only the broad strokes of what happened between you. Emily's more personal recommendation of you is the other reason you have the job.

I fully expect you to seduce Rosie. I do not expect you to rape her and call it a seduction. I want her to be open to a varied and enjoyable sex life, not turned off by an oaf wanting to get fucked. 

Which is what of course you would be, if that happened. Fucked I mean. 

Sorry I digress.

I hope that you can provide her with such experiences as you gave Emily and furthermore some that push her boundaries of acceptable behaviour considerably further than they are now.

I do not expect the workmen in our home to be intimate with her under any circumstances. I would not be averse to you deciding that a broadening experience, where she was unknown, outside the marital home would be acceptable. I expect her to be home every night by midnight, or if I know about it in advance by two. Breaking this, or really any other rule will see her grounded and your contract terminated.

Rosie does not know that I have had this frank discussion with you. She does know that I would encourage her to do anything, including specifically having an affair if it helps to broaden her horizons. She will know that you are on my approved list should she wish to have an affair. 

She is on her honour to tell me each night what she has done and whether she enjoyed it. She is honest enough to do so but I expect you to encourage her. You may realise that I have cameras around the house but will have to rely on her, and your, honesty for anything that happens outside the house. 

I will expect reports from you directly, as to every step that you feel has taken her further forward, and all the photographs that you take of her. I will not treat you like a child and expect daily reports, but I can recommend to you that you cease any other work that you may have until my task is completed, successfully or otherwise. 

It will be ultimately worth your while. You will find that I have contacts that can transform your business and lifestyle. 

I am not insisting that you succeed. I myself have moved her boundaries only a small way, and that mainly by dominating her, which is not the way that I would rather it happen. 

I think you know what I expect of you. I want her to cross those boundaries willingly by herself. You are merely the catalyst. If you can succeed I will be in your debt.

Alan.

Wow.

That gave me a couple of sleepless nights while I was planning his kitchen. 

It gave me even more sleepless nights planning the seduction of his wife. 

I was fascinated by the combination of sticks and carrots. 

When my brain was straight and I started working again I emailed Alan and got all the cost estimates agreed by Tuesday night. I had a team signed up by Wednesday midday. The head builder was an old friend and I had explained the situation, particularly about the broken limb and amputation threats. I had even warned him that I thought there might be hidden cameras in the ceiling, which was the only thing that we did not need to touch. He really did have to keep working, but I told him that as a perk I would make sure that he and his colleagues would get a good look at a naked girl. I didn't tell any of them who she was, and took the precaution of banning all camera phones. 

I arranged to meet Rosie on the Thursday to check the measurements and had with me all the specifications for the base decoration. I had a choice of tiles that would fit in nicely with black and white or white on white style artwork. The tiles had minimum colouring. 

Now all I had to do was start, on the kitchen and Rosie.

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Authors note -This is the first chapter of a long (and nearly finished) novel. Opinions, votes and suggestions very welcome.



A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 02



I was surprised that the front door opened as my car drew into the driveway. 

Rosie stepped out wearing a lightweight summer dress, white with pink trim. Very girly, and both a bit over the top as a day dress, and for the time of year. It may have been a nice spring day, but there was a bit of a breeze. It certainly was not the hot mid-summer day that such a dress would normally complement.

'I thought I would show you the garden before you start,' she said. 'I know you are interested in Gardens. Emily told me.'

I laughed. 'And what else did Emily tell you?' 

This was difficult to play. I needed to appear to be discreet yet needed Emily's help, in her absence, to start the seduction. 

'That is why I brought you out here Mr Jones.'

'Please, call me Tom.'

'Very well...Tom. I wanted to let you know that she told me how you seduced her, while working with her. She told me all about it in fact. I also would like to tell you, in no uncertain terms, that, despite any mixed messages you may have got from some of my husband's childish games on Sunday, I am happily married and intend to stay that way.'

I knew that this was a conversation that she did not want her husband to hear on the tapes that no doubt covered the house.

I decided to go on the attack.

'Rosie, let me first suggest that I am very flattered that you would even consider having an affair with me. I am sure Emily told you how I would leave her quivering after multiple orgasms, how she shook with desire as she answered the front door to me naked. Even though she would never know whether I had a friend with me or not. How she became my willing slave the moment I walked through the door.'

Rosie went pink. 

'Ah, I see she did not tell you exactly everything then. Or maybe your colouring is down to the fact that just maybe you would like to experience a multiple orgasm at the hand of someone other than your husband. What is it like, forever standing on a pedestal, an object of desire that men just want to touch and hold? Does your body ever reciprocate those feelings? Do you get a little damp as you imagine their hands around your breasts? 

Rosie, you will forgive me being so direct, but you and I both know that your husband, your friend, your lover, wants naked pictures of you taken by me. And what Alan wants, I suspect that Alan gets. We need to co-operate or the photographs will be flat and lifeless. Alan will be disappointed, and I personally do not want to experience that disappointment.'

I waited to see what effect that had.

'Well, in answer to your question, maybe Emily did not tell me exactly what had occurred, but is it right that you are so indiscreet to tell me?'

'Now look Rosie, you are the person who brought up the subject and indicated that you knew all about it. In fact those were your very own words. Could it be that you were trying to entrap me into admitting it? Perhaps when I see her again I should tell her that you told me all about it.'

Bluff.

'Look I am sorry I brought it up. Let us start again please. Let me just say that your, shall we say impressive, reputation, and not just as a designer, goes before you. It has probably helped to influence my husband's choice of you as a designer and now as a photographer, but let me say that you will find me a different kettle of fish to Emily. We will get these photographs done, we will get the kitchen finished and that, Mr Jones, is as far as it goes. I will pass on your multiple orgasms and shaking passion, thank you.'

I laughed. 'Touché Mrs Taylor. I am going to enjoy my time with you immensely. You are a witty and formidable debater, and beautiful to boot. Please feel free to say anything to me about any subject at all. I can promise you that in the course of trying to make these photographs vibrant and full of life there will be times when I may try to deliberately shock you to provoke a reaction. I hope that we will be friends at the end of it.'

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small digital camera. 

'And while we are on the subject I would like you to hold your skirt up to the waist please. The light is good just here.'

Predictably she erupted. 'Don't be ridiculous. How dare you. Get out of my house and garden, this instant. What do you think I am that you can just tell me to raise my skirt in the middle of the garden?'

I was instantly attracted to her blush. I continued on the offensive.

'What do I think you are? I think you are a frustrated young woman who is frightened by the thought of sex. I think your panties may be damp at the thought of raising your skirts here in the front garden for me. Prove me wrong and let me feel your dry and arid pussy. Shall we carry this conversation on in the house perhaps? I believe your husband alluded to cameras and tapes rolling for his enjoyment. Is this a conversation we should be having there?'

'I should like to show you the back garden,' she said as she started to walk around the house.

I followed, astonished by the change of direction that the conversation had taken. 

She walked quickly ten foot ahead of me, all the way round the back to a garden shed near the back door. It was in direct sunlight. She went inside, turned around towards me and raised her skirt six or eight inches, just below her panties.

'Is the light good enough for you here?'

I raised my camera and took a couple of token shots of her legs. 

'The light is, but neither the mood nor the ambience is right. Firstly your aggression is killing any passion that may have materialised had you lifted your skirt when I told you to, and secondly, where is the fun of you raising your skirt inside a potting shed where nobody can see you. 

You are not enjoying it and nor is anybody else. I might as well give you the camera and ask you to take the pictures through the mirror. 

Rosie, seriously, I implore you. Look at your legs in a mirror. Have you seen those legs? They should be on view to the world. They would stop traffic down Oxford Street. I don't want this to sound as a threat, in fact I hope that eventually you will find it a pleasure, but let me remind you that I will be taking naked pictures of you in the kitchen while the workmen are there. 

If you do not enjoy it, every moment will be like your longest nightmare, and the pictures will come out badly.

If you can enjoy the thrill and enjoy seeing the reactions that you get the time will pass in an instant and the pictures will be amazing. Which is it going to be?'

'You cannot be serious,' she said, turning straight into John McEnroe. You expect me to, firstly, bare my body to the workmen and secondly, consider that I might actually enjoy it.'

The blush that I was beginning to know so well started again.

I wondered whether it was connected to her lower lips. I did not think that this was quite yet the moment to ask again.

'Please let us start again, for a third time. Let us go indoors and not have any more of these impassioned arguments. Let us talk about the tiles and then I will take just a few early-day photos of you. No skirts raised to the waist, no bare tits, no multiple orgasms. Just enough so that you can tell Alan when you talk to him that I asked you to do some outrageous poses and that you acceded. See what he says and tomorrow Friday I will come round again and push you a little more. Next week you have to be naked. You know what Alan said. Let me do it slowly.'

She knew there was truth in what I had said.

Her head drooped, they were going to be seriously bad photographs.

In fact they would be snaps, not photographs. 

We were quiet as we walked back around the front of the house to the front door.

She sheepishly asked me to wait five minutes and then ring the doorbell and pretend that we had not been outside for fifteen minutes already. 

I concurred.

She was pretend bubbly when she answered the door to me five minutes later. I could see the worry in her eyes however.

We talked animatedly about the base decorating and I showed her the wall and floor tiles and some blind materials. She quickly agreed with my choice and I sent a note from my phone ordering both lots of tiles to be delivered by Wednesday next week. The blinds would be made up and delivered on the Monday after. 

'While I am here,' I said feeling strange that I was talking for the benefit of the cameras. 'Can I just take a few preliminary photographs. I only have my small camera but these will only be for reference.' 

I gave her no time to think about saying no and asked her to stand just in front of where the island was going to be. The light streamed in through the un-shaded window. I clicked away. 

'That's perfect thanks. You really are so beautiful. You would make any photographers job easier. How can I not give you attractive photographs. 

I stood her in various parts of the kitchen, clicking merrily. I could not even bother to have her in the frame for some of the shots. The clicks were for the benefits of the cameras. Her eyes showed her unwillingness to co-operate. 

'Okay last few shots today. Can you bend over that table as you did when I measured it on Sunday please. She looked daggers at me but quickly complied. I took the first of the real shots. Firstly her face front on, Aggression and all. Then from the side, and lastly where I most wanted to be, from the back. I ignored the looks she was flashing at me and took a few photographs of the back of her thighs, where even from eye height I could see the bottom bulges of her buttocks. By lowering the camera a foot or two I had a wonderful view of the lower part of her buttocks and her white g-string.

'Thank you that was lovely, another one or two over here where you showed me the skirting board please.'

If looks could kill, my completion bonus would have disappeared through the window. 

'Thank you, that's lovely, and lastly up here on the ladder again please. I think you went up about five steps actually not just two. See if you can reach the ceiling. You managed it easy enough last time.'

I clicked away and even took a couple of her while standing close enough to help her down. They would never see the light of day on the wall. They were purely up-skirt shots, for voyeurs only. Rosie looked at me suspiciously when she still heard the camera clicking. 

'Are you still taking photo's?'

'Don't be silly,' I said. 'That's what I do I am a photographer. '

'Yes but those last couple...' She went quiet but forbore to look around at her husband's cameras as I knew she wanted to do. In fact I did as well. 

'Anyway,' I said. 'I am done for now, I have a dental appointment in an hour so need to go. Would it be possible to help me carry these samples out to the car so I can get away. I will be back tomorrow for a longer session.'

'Of course,' she said. 'I hope the dentist is not TOO painful.' 

She stifled a laugh which brought out a big grin on my face. Maybe I was getting somewhere.

When we got outside she appeared angry. 'I thought you said no disgusting poses. What was that all about?'

'Listen you and I both know that I have to have something to show Alan and you have to have something to tell him. How much milder could I have got than only asking you for the same poses you had already shown me.'

I could see by her face that she realised that was actually true.

'Last thing, homework.'

'Homework?' she said.

'Yes homework. Firstly check your panties for moisture before they dry. Prove to yourself that you were just a little bit turned on. Imagine please, what they are going to be like when you are really turned on. And you will be. If I allow you to wear panties, that is.

Secondly take off all your clothes and stand in front of the mirror. Check out your beautiful face, your wondrous hair, amazing tits, fantastic legs, gorgeous arse and, well just check out the other bits I haven't seen.., yet.

Try and see them from the point of view of the rest of the world. When you realise how criminal it is to keep them hidden from Joe Blow in the street, then, and only then, will you be in right frame of mind to have the photos taken.'

I got in the car and left. I had given her a lot to think about. 

I erased the first few photo's that I had taken in the potting shed. They were bad and Alan didn't need to know about the conversation out there. It would be just my luck for him to have a camera in there as well but judging by Rosie's actions I did not think so. 

I sent him a brief note on email. 

'Hard work. Will try again tomorrow. You only need to look at the last dozen.' I sent the photo's as attachments. 

About eleven I rang Rosie. I was aware that her end was probably recorded by the cameras. There was even a possibility that the phones were tapped. Still Alan had been pretty specific he wanted me to seduce her. I did not think he would mind late night phone conversations. Providing I wasn't keeping her from him of course.

'Hi. It's Tom.'

'Hello. What on earth do you want this time of night? You could just have sent me a text if you wanted to say you couldn't get in to see me tomorrow.'

'No that's not it. Have you spoken to Alan yet?' 

'Yes, I was just turning off the lights to go to sleep.'

'Have you done your homework?'

It went quiet.

'Hello, are you still there? Simple question. Have you done your homework?'

'You were serious?' 

'Like a hurricane babe,' my love of bad films surfaces every so often. 

'Well?'

'Well sort of. I did think about what you said as I passed the mirror in the dressing room. And I only had my nightie on so I could see quite a lot of my legs. Sure they are straight, and even attractive I guess.'

'Get out of bed and go to the mirror. Take the phone with you.'

'Tom don't be silly, it is eleven o'clock.'

'Rosie just do it, or the poses I will be giving you tomorrow I guarantee you will not enjoy. Do it. Now.'

'I'm here.'

'Take off your nightie.'

'But Tom i...'

'Do it.'

'Okay I've done it.'

'What do you see?'

'Well me of course.' This was going to be hard work.

'Are you naked?

'What sort of question is that to ask a married lady?'

Aha, the first sign of her sense of humour returning. Time to shock her again. After all I wouldn't want her thinking that she had the upper hand.

'Okay I will ask again. Are you naked? You can give me one of two replies. Yes I am naked. No I am not naked. Which is it?'

Yes I have no clothes on.'

'Do you have a problem with being naked or maybe just the word naked. That would highlight a very unhealthy psychological problem.'

'No I don't have a problem saying the word naked.'

'Well say it then.'

'I just did..'

OMG, was this her sense of humour or was she really troubled.

Only one way to find out.

'Repeat after me, I am stark fucking naked. Now you say it.'

'What is the difference between that and just being ordinarily naked?'

'The difference is that you are ready for fucking. Are you?'

'No, she said. 'But I am stark naked standing here, in the bathroom, getting cold in front of the fucking mirror.'

We both laughed until tears fell, at least from my eyes.

'Well done. I thought I was going to have to explain the word. Now describe yourself to me in detail. First hair and face.'

Well I am very proud of my long, almost silver blonde hair. It is soft and falls delicately over my shoulders, half way down my back. My face is good, I think. My nose maybe a little too retroussé, my jaw is good, my eyes are blue, my cheek bones could be a bit higher, but...'

'But what?'

'But on the whole I think it is a pleasant face.'

'Do you have a trouble with the word beautiful as well.'

Silence.

'Say it.'

'I have a beautiful face,' she whispered.

'Good. We can move on. Flick your hair forward both sides of your head. How far does it come down.'

'A short pause and then, 'It falls to just below my...my... bosom.'

'Okay I will allow that word once. I do not want to hear it again. I want to know whether it covers your tits. And I want your answer in words of one syllable. You are a bright girl work it out.'

'Yes.'

'Good but not good enough. I need the whole sentence.'

If I pull my hair fore... to the front, it cov...rests on my tits. Okay.'

'I'm sorry you failed at the last hurdle. Okay has two syllables. But, almost well done,' I said. 'We will try again. Now turn around and describe your bottom to me. Words of one syllable again.'

'It is round and smooth. Pert..'

'What is.'

My bum is pert, round, and smooth, and fun.'

'Fun. That is a lovely word to describe a derriére or a posterior even. In fact we may have a lot of fun with your arse later. Now turn around again. What do you see a little lower? Do you have hair there.'

'Yes' she whispered. 

'Tell me. In words of one syllable again please.'

'Yes...I hav...'

'Speak up I cannot hear you.'

'Yes I have hair on my va.. pu...Tom I cannot say it.'

'Yes you can Rosie, my darling Rosie. You can say it with a one-syllable word. You are so close. You see before you the blossoming body not of a young virgin girl, but a still immature emerging lady. You are like a butterfly emerging from it's chrysalis. You are no longer a child. You do not need to use childish words or text-book phrases. Come on out, bring your body with you and join the real world. You can say it.'

'Yes, I have hair on my ...cunt.'

'I'm sorry. That was too quiet. I could not hear you.'

'YES, I HAVE HAIR ON MY CUNT.'

'Welcome darling Rosie, to the real world. Just before we finish. Feel yourself. Tell me that you are wet.'

'I cannot do it in words of one syllable, I am afraid,' she said.

'That's okay, tell me in your own words.'

'Guess. This should give you a clue. I AM STANDING HERE STARK FUCKING NAKED. Got it?'

I laughed again. 'Got it. Last instructions before I go to sleep and dream about you. Tomorrow I want you wearing stockings and suspenders with your prettiest matching undies. See you at eleven. We have a lot to do tomorrow.'

I put the phone down.

I duly arrived at eleven to again find her opening the front door before I could exit the car. I quickly appraised her clothes. If she had done what I had told her there was no sign of it. Oh yes, she was wearing stockings, or maybe tights. She had that long boring blue skirt on again with a light blue long sleeved high necked mans-shirt style blouse. 

'I need to talk,' she said.

'Go ahead.'

She went quiet. This may have been important but she didn't want to tell me, whatever it was.

'Look let's make this easy. You want to talk about your relationship with Alan, without him hearing you. Is that right?'

She just nodded.

'Let's do it my way. Start with yourself. Tell me a little bit about yourself. You appear to be happily married, but then not quite happy either. Sexually he pushes you beyond your limits doesn't he.' 

'That's why I married him. He was the first man to make me feel anything. Any emotion at all, particularly sex. My parents kept me hidden away from society with home tutoring. I was brilliant but dead inside. You have seen it. After all that furore with the press Alan sought me out at home. I was in my second year at Uni, but still living at home. My parents still smothered me. Alan offered no-strings sponsorship money to complete my course and then eventually work for him. We went out a few times for meals and on one of those nights he stripped me and raped me. I hated it. But the more I thought about it I realised that I felt something. I felt human. I felt wanted.'

Her tears started falling. 

'I say raped. He didn't hurt me. Well only for a few moments after he took me for the first time. I had never even masturbated and here I was enjoying an orgasm. Is it rape if you achieve an orgasm? I decided that it wasn't and that I wanted Alan. I wanted to leave home and marry or even live with Alan. My parents were understandably not happy but they did get Alan to marry me. In their eyes that was all right. Since then he has this campaign of trying to make me loosen up, expose myself, get horny, as he puts it. And it is happening. I think about sex a lot. I,... you know, get wet. Alan makes me feel so good I like to take my clothes off for him. But nobody else has made me feel that good. And really I am quite happy that way.'




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 02



'Did you feel good last night in front of the mirror. You were wet then, right?'

'Yes but that was different , I ...'

'Yes it was different. It wasn't Alan was it. That is why it was different. Look let me explain something about men. It is not only Alan that would like to have a flirty exhibitionist wife. It is probably seventy percent of the men in this country. The other thirty percent are either dead from the neck down or have repressed feelings about sexuality themselves. 

Also we men like to know that we appeal to women, even if we cannot touch. There is a satisfaction in knowing that you could have shagged her if you had wanted to. Maybe the time wasn't right. The place wasn't right. The mood wasn't right. Whatever the reason a man will be reasonably happy knowing that she wanted to do it, even if she couldn't. Take me last night. What do you think I did last night after our phone conversation? I was so delighted that I had made you wet. If I had been there in front of the mirror I would have fucked you, and you wanted me to. Admit it.'

'No I would not have allowed that. Never.'

'I didn't say that you would let me. I said that you wanted me. Did you masturbate as well. That's what I did.'

She looked at her feet. This girl could not lie.

'Well sort of I...'

I waited.

'I rubbed myself a little, but it was not as good as when Alan does me.'

'There you see. You have the ability to have good feelings about sex away from Alan. All we have to do now is to improve the quality of these feelings. I am only thinking about these photographs. I want them to come out well and they will only come out well if you are enjoying posing for me.'

But Alan doesn't just want me flirty, or even exhibitionist. He has these parties and I ...' she tailed off again.

'Yes, you can tell me. I am practically family now after that confession.'

I thought about being part of Alan's family and shuddered.

'Well since we have been married, nearly a year now Alan has had a couple of wild swingers parties. You know all sleeping together and that sort of thing. That's one of the reasons he wants the kitchen fit for parties, because that's where they always start. That's why he wants the projector to show blue movies onto the wall. I have always refused to have anything to do with them. I locked myself in the bedroom the first time, and then Alan took away the key. I knew he would not make a fuss if the guests were there. I guess he just made an excuse for me. The last time there was no key so I barricaded the door with the chest of drawers and chairs and things. I think he wants me to have sex with other people. Isn't that wrong?'

'It is only wrong to make you do it, if you do not want to. What he is hoping I guess, is that you will want to do it, willingly. Then if you both want it, well of course it is not wrong. Look, think about what we have talked about. I will not refer to it indoors because of the cameras. We will just go in and I will take some photos of you all over the house. Again, probably nothing I am going to use for the wall yet. They will just be photos to make you feel good. You can look at them and see how good a photo you can take.'

She made me wait the statutory five minutes before ringing the door bell.

I guessed the cameras were rolling. 

'She took me into the kitchen and offered me another glass of wine. This time a chilled red Sancerre. Frankly, to my taste, even better than the Chablis. 

I had brought a bigger camera this time. Still digital. Not that the small one took bad shots but this looked the sort of thing that you would expect a professional photographer to have. It was supposed to reassure her, and I am sure it would reassure Alan but I think it only made Rosie more nervous.

'Shall we start,' I suggested. 'I am going to take things very slowly for you. I am not going to start in here because the next time I take pictures of you in the kitchen the workmen will be here and you know how Alan wants you to pose. This is not a threat. It is a statement of fact. Today is Friday, the workmen arrive on Wednesday. That gives us a maximum of six days of taking photographs to turn you into a cougar.'

'A what? A cougar?'

'Yes a man-hungry predator.'

She half laughed as if horrified by the thought. 'I am twenty years old. I am far too set in my ways to even think about it. Forget it. Let us see if we can do some nice regular photographs for Alan and I will talk to him about Wednesday.'

I walked her into the hallway and took my first few shots of her holding the photograph from the hall. At first she was reluctant to pick it up, but eventually she posed with it smiling. 

'Now the lounge' I said.

We moved throughout the ground floor taking photographs in every room. Every dozen or so shots I would show her how lovely she really was. 

'Your bedroom next please.'

'Oh no. I don't think you need to go in there. Downstairs will be fine.'

I needed to keep control of the situation so I started walking up the stairs without commenting. 

'Which room is it?' There were seven or eight doors opening off the landing corridor. 

I started opening them at random. The first was a bathroom, the second a twin bedded room. At the third door she squeaked with indignation and I knew I had found it.

I surveyed the room. A large stylish room with a massive double bed. Clean, tidy, no piles of dirty clothing. The bed was made. Any make-up was put away. She followed me in. 

'This is it isn't it?'

She nodded at the floor.

I pulled her towards the en-suite bathroom door. I wanted the mirror she used last night. She had told me over the phone that she was in the bathroom. Yes there it was, a full length mirror.

'Stand here.' I stood her before the mirror and watched her wary eyes watching me as I hovered behind her taking the photos via the reflection. 

I wondered what exactly she had told Alan. I had to assume the tapes were still on when she answered the phone. In case they were not I would not disclose all the details of the conversation.

'Remember last night. The homework, when you looked at yourself in the mirror.'

She nodded, almost in tears. Worried, I think that I was going to make her remove all her clothes. I did think about it.

'Look now. Come on look up. Is that the same girl as last night? The beautiful one with the shining hair and the gorgeous legs?' I chose to ignore the hair on her cunt and the fun bum. 

She nodded.

'Good, but we will come back here later. Now come in here. Sit on the edge of the bed and smile for god's sake. Show me that this is a room that makes you happy.'

As she realised that I was not about to ask her to disrobe the smile reappeared and she, happily, posed on and around the bed. Still fully dressed but with a big smile on her face. Perfect. Almost.

This was a real first, she even acted out a couple of poses for me. Seductive eyes, pouting lips, hair up, hair down, straight behind her and yes, over her bosom. I used the word delicately and she actually laughed and I saw the signs of humour in her eyes.

'You meant over my ... boobs,' she said.

I acknowledged the humour by saying 'Yes over your boobs, for now. We may rename them later.'

It was time to move on but first it was lunchtime. I needed to give her the hint that I was going to be here for a while.

'Right, have you any lunch in the fridge and perhaps another glass of wine before we start shooting this afternoon?' 

While surprised she quickly knocked up some open sandwiches and we finished the bottle of wine. She drank most of it. We had a lively and informed conversation on things as diverse as education and the media, both subjects which elicited strong and well reasoned views. 

It was time to get back to the matter in hand.

'Did you wear what I asked?'

'No,' she said, embarrassed. 'I couldn't. You put the phone down before I could tell you that I don't own stockings and suspenders. I have got my prettiest underwear on though.'

I took my time answering. I knew what I had to do but I just wondered whether I ought to ask to see it first. 

I decided against it and just said 'Okay then lets go,' and started walking her towards the front door.

'Where are we going,' she said. 'I need to set the alarm.'

'Shopping of course. No ladies wardrobe is complete without them and I need them for the next set of photographs.'

By now I had her in my car and we were off to the nearest shopping mall.

'Regrettably there was no Victoria's Secret, Ann Summers or even a La Senza, but there was a good department store which I hoped would have a reasonable selection. The other stores I mentally held for another day. 

We reached the second floor via the escalators and as we reached the underwear section she pushed me away.

'You can't come in here. This is the underwear section. Ladies only.'

I laughed.

'No really,' she said. 'My mother always told me that all underwear sections are off limits to the other sex. My father was not allowed even this close.'

I buttonholed a passing assistant. 'Excuse me Miss, is it alright if I look through the racks to see what I might like to buy my girl-friend for her birthday. 

She gave me a slightly strange look and said, 'Of course, and if you want to go into the changing room with her to try it on, use the last one on the left. It is bigger than the others.' She winked. 'A bit more room to move around, if you know what I mean. I won't disturb you in there, it is quiet today. Well I won't disturb you unless you make too much noise, in which case I might came and join you.' She winked pointedly again and continued on her way to the stock room. 

I checked out her name badge. Rosie's mouth had fallen open.

'Surely she wasn't serious about allowing you anywhere near the changing room,' she said. 'I have a good mind to report her and get her sacked. That is outrageous.'

I could only laugh.

'Rosie, my sweet naïve, innocent little girl. Did you not hear the conversation. She not only was prepared to let me watch you change your clothes but also she wanted to come in and watch me fuck you. Maybe she would have taken off her clothes as well and I could have fucked her. Maybe she wanted to play lesbian games with you. Probably all of these things. That is the real world.'

Now she was really shocked. I could see her thinking through the conversation that had just happened. She was trying the words out to see how they fit. What they really meant.

'Do you really think so? She wasn't just saying that if we were noisy, she would throw us out?'

I shook my head. 'Put it all in context. What sort of noise are a boy and girlfriend going to make in a changing room? And I might come and join you? What did that tell you she wanted to do. She only wanted to join you or me, or both of us, in a lingerie changing room. Still we might leave that for another day,' I laughed.

'Come on over here and let us look at the stockings.'

She followed me in a sort of daze, still pondering the questions that had been asked of her.

We bought about five sets, two black, two white and some fishnets, a couple of suspender belts, and then I threw in a couple of pairs of hold-ups. 

'That will keep us going,' I mused.

I allowed her to get her credit card out, after all they were mainly for her husband's benefit. I pointed at her legs. 

'So those are tights are they?'

She nodded.

'Okay the changing rooms are over there. Go and get these on and get rid of the tights.' I gave her a set of black stockings and one of the suspender belts. 

'If I were you I wouldn't go in the one on the end because that shop-girl may be waiting for you!'

She hurried over and was out within moments, just in case the shop-girl was hanging around I guess. 'What do I do with these.'

I took them, and sniffed them of course.

'What are you doing?' she whispered. 'How dare you smell them. I had a shower this morning.'

'Of course you did. This is you I am smelling. Your perfume, your soap, your cunt, your very essence.'

I started walking towards the way out and noticed the earlier assistant we had spoken to. I waved her over to our direction.

'Young lady, Sophie, as much as I would like to, I cannot take you up on your suggestion, but if you do not mind I will take a rain-check on it. However can I ask you to throw these away please? My friend here will not be needing tights again, ever.'

'Quite right,' she nodded, 'and yes to the rain check. Come in a morning when I have a bit more time.'

We walked back to the car. 'Comfortable?' I asked.

'What with? Your tarty girlfriend or the stockings?'

'Well both, but let's start with the stockings.'

'Sort of. You certainly know you have them on.'

'Show me as you get in the car.'

'Never,' she said. 

'I will make a fuss,' I said 'You will regret it. Just show me the stocking tops.'

She did, pulling her long skirt up to display the band at the top of the stocking.

I took some photos. She heard the click.

'What are you doing. No photos please.'

'Come on,' I said. 'That's what I do. Forget? I am a photographer. Anyway Alan will like these. Now about the pretty shop-girl? Comfortable there as well?'

'You wouldn't really have encouraged her into the changing room with us, would you?'

That was a good start, she was already assuming it was 'us' in the changing room.

'Of course, and trust me, one way or another I will be in that end changing room with her. Either with you, or maybe just on my own.'

'That's ridiculous. Unless she is a prostitute she would never just go into the changing room with you on your own. She could never justify it.'

'Oh Sophie dear, I would like to buy some of this really expensive lingerie for my lover Rosie. I really need to see what it would look like on.'

'Oh my god, you really would wouldn't you?'

It was four as we pulled back into her driveway.

'There is just enough light left for a few shots in the garden.' I dragged her round to the back and got her to pose in front of some of their beautiful shrubs with her dress raised so you could just see the band again. I moved her slowly around the side again, towards the potting shed. 

'There, just stand behind the door and wave a leg out, so that all I see is leg. No-one will know it is you. But I do want to see a lot more leg. I want to see the suspender strap and a bit of flesh over the stocking top.' 

Without hesitation she did so. I could hear her laughing.'

'Perfect, and now the other leg so I see the inside of the thigh. Lovely.

And lastly, here, pull your skirt up to your waist and stick your bottom out past the door.'

That took some thought, but she did it eventually. She was wearing dark blue satin panties, that matched the colour of the skirt.

We walked back to the front and I could see she was happy now. She thought it was all over.

'Right now here by the car, lean over the bonnet and raise your skirt back to the top of the stocking tops.'

'No fair, you said we were finished.'

'No, I said last here,' I said. 'We have moved again. But we are losing the light so we cannot take many more.'

'Just a couple more.' I walked her to the gate at the front of the drive, on the road.

'Not out here,' she said. 'I can be seen from the road. The neighbours may even pass by.' 

'I am not going to threaten you,' I said. 'But remember what is going to happen next Wednesday. And we both know it will. Think of this as the first little step. Come on, quickly now, there is no one in sight and I cannot hear any cars coming. Lean up against your house name there.'

She did and I snapped away, desperately hoping for an approaching car. There is never one when you want it. Not even a neighbour walking his dog.

She quickly raised the skirt again, without me asking. She knew what I wanted. I had to ask for it to go a little higher. Just to see the suspenders themselves and some flesh. The light was really getting quite bad.

I just had to push it a bit more. 'Okay last one, lean forward against your name sign, and flip the skirt right up over your back. Let me see your bottom again. Come on, I am ten yards away and there are no cars coming.'

She did and I held here there while I took three or four shots including a couple with the digital telephoto lens. She does have a wonderful bottom. 

'Right, I said. 'I will be back at the same time tomorrow. We have a lot to do before Wednesday. You can wear the same, or at least similar clothing, so long as you have pretty underwear and suspenders. Tonight's homework is to look at yourself in every mirror in the house. I want you, in just your lingerie, to stand in front of every mirror, and then take off all your clothes until you are naked in front of it. Put them on again and move on to the next mirror. That includes the wing mirrors on your car in the garage, or the driveway wherever it is. Practise taking your clothes off sexily. Pretend you are doing it for Alan. I'll see you in the morning.

I did not ring her that night, just turned up again next morning. 

She must have told me everything she wanted to as she met me inside rather than in the driveway. 

'Good morning. Did you do the homework?'

She nodded. 

'In every room, and the car?'

She nodded again.

Did you tell Alan what we had been up to. I sent him all the photographs.'

'He told me. He had already looked at them. He said you took close-up ones of my bum in the street.'

'Sure, of course I did. Here look.'

I held out the camera, showing the last picture.

She looked at it for a long time, before returning it.

'have your legs withered or fallen off? Have any neighbours called you a scarlet woman? No I thought not. There are only three people in the world who know that your beautiful bottom was sticking out in the street. But today we will try to find a dog-walker for him to watch.'

She thought I was joking and laughed. 

'Right get a bottle of wine out,' I laughed. 'You may need it today. Today is lingerie day. You can take your skirt and blouse off already. I don't need to see them.'

She looked carefully at me to see if I was joking. When she realised I wasn't she went to the fridge and pulled out an unopened bottle of the red Sancerre again. She poured two big glasses out even though it was still only eleven o'clock.

I did think about telling her that the more I drank the more outrageous I would want her poses to be. I decided against it, firstly because I was enjoying the wine and secondly, roll on outrageous.

'Come on, the dining room first,' I said. 'You know I am saving the kitchen until Wednesday.'

She made no further comments about Alan and Wednesday. I guess they had talked it through and Alan had reiterated his ideas.

There was a big mirror that I remembered over the fireplace. 

'Did you do it in here?' I pointed at the mirror as I stood in front of the windows.

'Yes,' she said. 'Go on then, quickly just look in the mirror and take off your blouse and skirt. Sexy now.'

She stood hesitating, her fingers at the blouse buttons. She undid the top couple and started to turn her back.

'No face me. I need the photos. Alan needs the photos.'

She did, and slowly, slowly her blouse was undone and then slipped over her shoulders revealing what looked like 32Cs. Whatever they were, they were H O T.

The skirt was next, again after a long pause, and there she was in all her glory. Pastel pink bra and panties, a white suspender belt and black stockings. Wow.

'Put your shoes back on.' They were not high but it all helps the leg length.

I was very discreet. No crotch shots, no requests to see more. I did not even ask her to lay on the rug or the table. They would come later.

'Right put your clothes back on.' She did so with alacrity.




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 02



'Okay let's go to the study and you can take them off again.'

After hope came the despair. The clothes came off again, this time much quicker.

'Okay on again.'

We went to the lounge and they were practically off before we hit the room.

'On again please, this time the garage.'

We walked through the integral door.

'Now think about it this time, sexy please. Offer me your breasts, tease me with your bottom.'

And she did. She was feeling more comfortable, you could tell.

'Okay let's go back to that bottle of wine you left in the dining room. Have another glass. We will go into the hallway now. That's right pose against the bottom of the stairs. Rub up against the pillar at the bottom of the banisters. Pretend it is a lap-dancing pole. Yeah. Great.

Now this time do not bother to get dressed again. We have seen you can be sexy when you want to be.

I am going to go out through the front door and then ring the bell. When you open the door I will take a photo of you, in just your underwear, opening the door. Ready? Act surprised.'

I slipped out, waited a few seconds and rang the bell. 

Rosie flung the door open like she knew who was there. I guess she did. She did not look particularly surprised, but then I guessed she wasn't.

'I'll do that again. It will be a few minutes I need to get another memory drive from the car.'

I had seen the postman's van draw up next door. If he came in here we would get some real photos.

And he did.

'I have some mail, pal. Do you want it there?'

'No would you mind ringing the door bell and the wife will take it. I am busy getting something from the car. '

'Sure.'

I had followed quickly behind him camera poised. 

Rosie threw the door open, still of course in her underwear. 

This time she did look surprised. In fact shocked was not too strong a word. I could not see the postman's face but he took his time offering the handful of mail.

Rosie took it in a daze and quickly closed the door. 

I got a quick picture of him as he returned to the car. His smile said it all.

I rang the bell again.

'Who is it?'

'The dog-walker,' I laughed.

'Well fuck off and walk the fucking dog. You are not coming in here again.'

Laugh, I could hardly stand up.

I knew the garage door was unlocked so went in that way through the integral door. 

'You bastard, you did that deliberately.'

'Uhhuh, guilty as charged. What great timing eh.'

She was speechless. I left to pour her another wine. 

'I guess we can forget about the lingerie shots in the driveway for the time being,' I surmised out loud. 'Let's have some lunch.'

The simple act of making a few snacks, changing the subject and making a few jokes soon got us back on an even keel. Within an hour she was laughing about the look on his face. I asked her whether she wanted to see the look on her face? 

I showed her and eventually she laughed. 'I will never open the front door again without looking through the peephole.'

I showed her another photo, this time the look on his face as he walked away.

'Look how much he enjoyed it. Look how much pleasure he got from it. And then look at your panties and see how much pleasure you got from it.'

She went red. 'That's not fair. I did not enjoy it. That was just my body letting me down.'

'Whatever you say, you got a buzz from it. You did not slam the door in his face. You let him look while he handed you the mail. Remember?'

She went red again.

'Completely new subject. Tomorrow, let us take a break from all this high pressure stuff. Shall we go to Alton Towers for the day. I will still take some photos but it will be fun in a relaxed atmosphere. Say is there anyone you would like to come with us? What about Emily Thompson. 

She will come if I ask her and she has nothing on.'

Now there was a sentence loaded with double meaning.

She liked the idea of Alton Towers. Less so the idea of anyone accompanying us. 

'If I am forever taking a few snaps it will be nice if you have someone to do the rides with. Shall I just ask her?'

Reluctantly she agreed and I picked up my cellphone.

'Emily hiii, this is Tom, Tom Jones. How are you?'

We chatted for a few moments. She was obviously not with her husband as she immediately started flirting, asking if we could meet up. 

'Look, this is very short notice, but I wanted to thank you for suggesting my name to Alan & Rosie Taylor. Now Rosie and I are going to take a quick trip to Alton Towers tomorrow and wondered whether you would like to join us.'

'No, I know you don't like to share me you naughty girl, but Rosie is not like that. She doesn't like me. Well not yet anyway. Yes I want to take some pictures of her that I can send to Alan. I promised him some and I think that relaxed in a theme park would be a good place.'

'You can. That will be great. How about you come round to Rosie's about nine-thirty? I will need to go through her wardrobe and see what she can wear.'

'Yes I am sure you can help, but you mustn't be naughty. Rosie is not like that. See you tomorrow at ten.'

Rosie had been listening in front of me throughout the conversation.

'What do you mean share you, and why do you need to go through my wardrobe? And what do you mean I don't like you, and then add not yet? If I didn't quite like you would I be letting you take pictures of me in my underwear? And what am I not like?'

'Look you know I had a sort of affair with Emily. All I was telling her was that you and I are not having one. That is what you are not like. The not yet because I had no idea whether you liked me or not, but after all this is over, I hope you will.

Anyway we have some more pictures to take yet. Bedroom this time.'

I brooked no refusal and marched her to the bedroom. I started flinging open a few drawers. 

'What the hell are you doing? Leave my clothes alone.'

'Aha, found it. Your underwear drawer. I just needed to see what else you have that I can photograph. Here put on this camisole and these French knickers. Yes the new white garter belt and stockings. Is this all you have in the way of underwear? No wonder you had no stockings.'

I sat on the bed ostentatiously and waited.

'Well get out while I change. I cannot change with you in here can I?' 

That was good news. No more criticism of going through her underwear.

I pointed to the bathroom, as she left in a huff.

I practically applauded as she shyly came back through the bathroom door.

'Wow, you look fantastic. What a combination.'

She had her arm shyly resting over her tits.

'Umm shouldn't I have a bra on with a camisole. I normally wear one with it.'

I snapped off a couple of photos.

'Go back, take your arm down and look in the mirror. Tell me what you see.'

There was a long silence.

'Well I guess you cannot quite see through it and, well yes I do look okay.'

I went with her into the bathroom and held her tight looking over her shoulder into the mirror. This was the first time I had touched her.

'Okay? You look fabulous. Playboy wanted this picture for a million bucks. That would have been good value. Look again. Smile. Give the world something back. Give them a smile and the hope that they will see more of you. Support your breasts in your hands. Look at that pose. Sexy or what, two million? Pull the camisole a little higher. Let me see some tummy and the garter belt, the top of the panties. Three million? Look how the suspender straps appear under the French knickers. Four million and they would not have been robbed. Hold it there let me get these shots for Alan.'

I snapped away behind her taking both views into and around the mirror. 

'Okay back to the bedroom and lie on the bed please. This time I did take the crotch shot and the breasts, all still covered unfortunately, but I felt I had made good progress in just three days. 

'Okay I am going to go home now.' 

Woah, did I just see disappointment slide across her face for a second.

'Right homework.'

She looked almost eager.

'What time will you be talking to Alan?'

'He will ring me at a quarter to eleven tonight.'

'Okay, starting at ten o'clock, I want you to strip naked, in front of your bedroom window with all the lights on. Then I want you to go into every room of the house, turn the lights on and stand in the window for a whole minute. Do not cover any part of your body. All the bedrooms, lounge, kitchen, study, everywhere. Everywhere that has a window. 

Then lastly I want you, still naked to leave the house by the front door, leaving the door open, and touch the nameplate on the front gate and the lock on the garage door. 

It will not take you long and it will be dark so no one will see you. But I want you to imagine that just maybe someone is watching. Will I come back, perhaps with my camera, Will the postman come back for another look. Does the man next door walk his dog at night in the hope of seeing an un-pulled curtain? Don't forget, one full minute in each window. Just imagine who might be out there. That will give you a lot to tell Alan, and your pussy will be so wet by the time that he rings that you will come as soon as he speaks to you.'

She looked terrified. I could not see the state of her pussy but I could see her nipples thrusting out at the silk. She was so turned on. 

'I'll see you about nine thirty. Breakfast for three people please.'



A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 03



Emily was there before me. The two of them were sitting cosily in the kitchen over a glass of bucks fizz. I guessed I was doing the driving. She jumped to her feet as I entered the kitchen in front of Rosie. She enveloped me in her arms and gave me a big French kiss.

'Darling I have missed you so much these last few months. Where have you been?'

'Nowhere special,' I laughed. 'Holiday, working, just trying to stay away from you. You are infectious. A habit. A bad habit.' I continued laughing so that she would know I was not entirely serious.

'Stupid boy. You must have guessed, even if I did not tell you directly that provided I am discreet Colin does not care too much what I am doing. Anyway you are here now and I am looking forward to a lovely day. But Rosie was just about to start telling me what you are doing here. Carry On Rosie. I am intrigued why we are going to Alton Towers.'

'Yes me too,' said Rosie. 'I should warn you that I don't do thrill rides. I am known as a coat carrier. I hold the coats so everyone else can ride.'

She waited for me to explain but after a few moments she continued talking to Emily.

'This is difficult because I am never sure how much everyone knows about Alan's lifestyle. Emily here,' she explained to me, 'is a friend of Alan's and one of the party friends that meet up. However Alan and I have had dinner with her on her own and with Colin and she and I have always got on really well. She came round for tea one day and that's when she mentioned you to Alan and I. She told us that you were a good designer, had done a good job on her garden and that you were good in bed. This seemed to have been a bonus to her, but was of no interest to me,' she finished sniffily.

Emily and I both laughed and I squeezed her hand. Rosie noticed.

'That's true. I really don't care how good he is. I will never find out. I am faithful to my husband.'

'May I finish the story of why I am here,' I asked Rosie. She nodded.

'Alan saw the plans I drew up and liked them and he also liked an idea I had for the decorating of the kitchen. The pictures for the walls. I suggested that with such a lovely wife he could have discreet photos of her on the walls, perhaps monochromes, of various parts of her body. A nipple, a breast, her lips, her bottom.' I left some doubt in both their minds which lips I was referring to. 

I saw Rosie bite her lips. Her other lips.

He gave me the job of being the photographer and suggested that I spend some time with her in preparing her state of mind so that she can have the very pictures taken here, in the kitchen, in the nude, while the workmen are here. You can see how nervous she is so the first thing I have to do is get her to accept that it is fun to be photographed and fun to flaunt her body a little. 

I thought that a relaxing day at a theme park, or anywhere fun, would help. Then I thought of you and the fun you derive from showing off your body to people. I thought Rosie could watch and learn.'

'Brilliant, I am so glad you called me. Come on Rosie let's go upstairs and see what we are going to wear. Can I borrow some clothes? We are about the same size.'

I followed as Emily raced up the stairs with a slightly less enthusiastic Rosie in tow.

I knew already what I wanted Rosie to wear and got the chance to whisper to Emily as Rosie disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. 

'See-through when wet.' 

Emily giggled and winked.

I went to the drawer which I knew held the silky white camisole that she had worn at the end of the day yesterday. It was perfect. You just knew it was going to be like gauze when wet. 

Emily's eyes opened wide and then nodded. She threw it on the bed and then started to peel off her own clothes. 

Emily I must describe at this stage is late thirties, possibly just forty, does a regular gym session and is pretty fit. She is slight with probably 32B tits and short brown curly hair. A real milf. She also loves sex. I had guessed that she and Colin had an unusual style marriage. She had not said so, but I guessed that she and Alan were closer than Rosie thought as well. She probably realised that they had fucked as part of this swinger group, but I don't think she realised that they were probably having an affair away from the group as well. 

Rosie came out from the bathroom to find Emily in a skimpy bra and thong running her fingers through the clothes in the wardrobe.

She found a couple of mid-thigh length skirts, one in white, pleated like a tennis skirt and one A-line in light blue. Perfect,' she said. Nobody will look at our faces and realise how old i am wearing this sort of outfit with you. I just love dressing up. You wear this white one with this lovely camisole top and long socks and I will wear the blue one with this blue boob tube. No bra's or knickers, right Tom.'

I nodded.

'You are very brave to wear that boob tube,' said Rosie. 'I have never worn it. All that flesh showing. What do you mean no bras and knickers? I am never going out without panties. I am not going in that case. Screw you. This is not me.'

She had just realised what Emily had said.

I knew that this was going to be a problem. I would have to get round it another way.

'Okay we will compromise, your choice of knickers, but no bra. Okay? And after this you promise to do what I tell you, right?' Emily gave me a strange look for giving in without a struggle. 

'Okay,' murmured a cowed Rosie. 'You know that you wil enjoy it when you get out there.' I winked at her, hopefully to show her that I was still in control. 

Her agreement to my little catch-all instruction only proved how important it was for her to keep her panties on at this time. 

I noticed she had chosen big white tennis knickers. It did not matter she would not have them on for long.

We were ready to set off and I asked to use the toilet. Instead I slipped into Rosie's bedroom and picked up a few things that might come in handy for the afternoon that I knew Rosie would have refused to wear initially. I already had a few items in the bag, along with batteries and a spare memory drive that might be of some use during the afternoon. 

We left in the best of spirits and Emily and Rosie finished off a second bottle of bubbly with orange juice on the way. 

We duly arrived parked the car and I picked up the tickets that I had ordered on line the night before. 

The first thing I directed us towards was the little electric train that runs around the park. It was fairly busy but I managed to get us two, two-seater benches facing each other in the last carriage. The girls sat together facing me and the back of the train. I started clicking away. Emily of course, who was wearing a thong, happily spread her legs a few inches. I nodded for Rosie to do the same.

She did so without much of a struggle. Emily flicked her leg over Rosie's knee, dragging it further outwards but opening herself right up. We all laughed. Rosie seemed compliant.

Emily reached across and tickled Rosie's left breast, so Rosie retaliated by tickling both of Emily's. This was going better than I could have imagined.

The train stopped at the next station and a man accompanied by a group of four ladies all tried to get on. There was only room for the four, his wife and her sisters as it turned out, in the carriage in front of us. 

That left the man to squeeze in beside me, facing Rosie and Emily. 

As he sat down he called to his companions, 'Two stops remember.'

Of course the girls were at it in seconds. He was a good looking guy in his thirties and it was like a competition to see who could show him most. I started taking pictures again, encouraging them. 'There that's right, lovely Emily,' I whispered. 'Show us a bit more leg,' I whispered again. 'This gentleman won't mind I am sure. Good Rosie, slip your leg over Emily's. Right, Emily fondle her again.'

We pulled into the next platform and I heard the lady from the seats behind the girls saying 'One more stop, right John?'

'Well,'John sitting next to me, said. 'It is quite nice up here. Why don't we go round the whole circuit first and see the layout of the park.'

Layout of the park? He could see all he wanted to from here. And a lot lot more. 

The girls carried on larking around for a couple more stops until I realised that we were right by one of the flume rides.

'Okay girls we get off here,' I said. 

'Say thank-you to John here, 'I whispered.

Rosie kissed his cheek as she got off and Emily flicked the back of her skirt up as she faced away from him. He had a lovely look at her buttocks. I am not sure whether his wife saw or not. I was too busy watching him going red ans struggling to adjust his trousers.

I headed the girls towards the Congo River Rapids ride.

We were lucky that the family in front filled a boat and there was a family behind who also exactly filled a boat. We got to ride just the three of us. 

I suggested to the girls that the seats were a bit wet so they would be better off lifting their skirts up and sitting directly onto the seat. They did without even a murmur from Rosie. Perhaps she thought that I was being helpful. Of course all I was doing was ensure that she got her knickers soaked. 

I did not bother to take any photos while I was on the rapids. After all I am not a holiday photographer. I kept the camera dry in the bag. 

As it happens I probably did not need to worry about Rosies knickers. We all got pretty wet from the various splashes, waterfalls and particularly from one big plunge at the end. The good thing was we were all still laughing, including Rosie as we started to get off. 

The problem she had was that her panties were so big and had absorbed so much water that the elastic was struggling to hold them.

She clambered out of the boat holding them up, but over her skirt.

She was first out so I passed her my bag to help me as I climbed out. I did not need to of course but she needed both hands to reach it and I saw her knickers start to slide down her legs. I pointed it out to Emily who hopped out of the boat and pushed Rosie's knickers right down to the ground. 

'Look you cannot wear these any more they are soaking.'

Rosie was now the colour of her name, I began to wonder whether it was her real name or whether she had changed it when she became so insecure. 

One of the problems she had to face was that all the people on the dock queuing for the boats saw them come down. 

The ride people were now moving us along to clear the boat dock. 

'Step out of them and start walking Rosie. That is the least embarrassing thing to do. Don't look back at the crowd laughing. I will pick them up.'

Of course Emily and I were laughing more than the crowd on the dock and I accidentally forgot to pick them up as I walked by.

I explained to Rosie after we had left the ride that I tried to pick them up but that they had fallen on some rough stones and were torn as well as soaking. The elastic had given up. They were unwearable. 

Well that worked. An hour gone and she had lost her panties already.

I started to take a few more photos now with a worried Rosie holding down the hem of her skirt. What she had not noticed in her embarrassment so far was that the silk of her camisole had turned see-through and even the skirt was only just opaque. In fact she did not notice for almost ten minutes during which time I guessed that she was wondering why she was attracting so much attention. 

I persuaded them that it was time for a drink or a coffee. Although we were a bit wet it was not cold so I bought three glasses of Bucks Fizz again. 

Rosie was now drying out a little in the sun. That is the good thing about satin, it was so thin it dried quickly. 

Her grievance now was that it was unfair because Emily had panties on and she didn't.

'I'll tell you what I will do you a deal. I will get Emily to give you her panties if you also put on the other three items I brought for you in my bag. You can keep your other clothes on.'

Emily looked at me askance. What was I doing? 

'You don't mind giving up your panties do you Emily.'

'No,' she said. 'For a good cause.'

Well Rosie of course fell for it hook, line and sinker.

'Yes that suits me. I will put anything more on.'

I handed over the suspender belt and the stockings. In virginal white which matched her short skirt and camisole.

'Oh no. I cannot wear those. That's not fair. Those are not clothes.'

'I am sorry. I offered you the choice. Now put them on.'

'That's fair,' said Emily. I will give you the panties when you are ready for them.'

Rosie looked around but saw nowhere suitable to don them. There were no toilets signposted.

'Here,' I said, just to avoid any more distractions and time wasting. 

I snapped away as she put them on.

She looked a million bucks. Even Emily thought so. 

'Wow you look great. I wish I had thought to put those on too. What a thrill.'

Perfect.

Here you are then Emily,' I said reaching into my bag. 'I bought you some too. Black ones.'

She did not look quite as happy as she had moments earlier but I knew she wouldn't refuse. 

Now here they were looking like a pair of sexy young eighteen year olds, even if Emily was nearly forty. I snapped away to my heart's content. 

My next plan was to get rid of the g-string that Emily eventually handed to Rosie. I had been hoping that Rosie would turn it down on the basis that it had been worn and was therefore dirty, but she was still desperate to have something on. 

Dressed again, at least in her own mind, she happily posed for more snaps alongside Emily. They flashed me a bit of leg, in fact Emily flashed me just a little bald pussy. I was quick to praise her. I knew Rosie heard me but said nothing. 

I angled them next towards a scary ghost ride. I was deliberately not choosing the thrill rides as I knew Rosie did not like them. I was sticking to the middle of the road and children's ones. 

We all piled in and sat on a long bench facing a screen. I was able to sit up close and as it went dark and the screen came to light and took her attention I snipped away at the side of her waistband on the g-string with a pair of scissors I had brought with me. 

I could not get all the way through them before she noticed me fumbling at her hip and pulled the skirt down.

'What are you doing?'

'Nothing. Just watch the screen.'

I was confident that I had done enough that hopefully the next time they got wet and heavy the elastic would stretch again or even snap. 

It was a good ride and nothing outrageous happened to Rosie's clothes so she was happy again. She began to enjoy the day as much as any twenty year old girl at a theme park does.

We next did the runaway train, but unlike the one that did the circuit of the park we all had to sit facing forwards so the girls only had minimal opportunity to flash people, at the start and end of the ride as the assistants fastened the seat belts.

I wanted them wet again so this time I found the other flume. A ride down a rapids in a bath tub. We joined the queue and were rapidly joined by two lads of about eighteen or nineteen who sat immediately behind us. 

I took the opportunity to stay dry and be the coat carrier. I claimed to need the restrooms and left them with the two lads. I had seen that the boats held four, but all in a long line backwards.

Sure enough as we came in there was Rosie in the front with one of the lads behind her. Emily was in the third seat and had a lad behind her as well. 

These lads must have known the ride and been delighted that I had pulled out because with my telephoto lens I could see them all sitting in a line, the lad behind Rosie had his hands around her seat and body and was squirming them towards her tits. Rosie was doing a good job of holding on so had little in the way of spare limbs available to fight him off. I hoped that he would not keep them dry by holding onto them through the wet bits. 

He didn't, or if he did try he did not succeed. Her camisole top was displaying all of her breasts again. And true to form as she stepped from the bath-tub her panties started falling with the weight of water they had absorbed. Also fascinatingly the elastic on the suspenders sagged a little and the stockings, being heavier, dragged an inch or three down her legs revealing a big gap between her hem and her stocking tops. Beautiful. I snapped away as they came down the dock. I could see Rosie smacking his hand away as he tried to hold her hand, or possibly grope her bottom. I was not sure which. 

Whichever it was the added tension as she tried to hold it up eventually snapped the thong on one side. It didn't fall of exactly. Just the string hung down at the front and the back. 

She looked mortified again as she tried to hold it in place by clamping her thighs together. 

Emily looked pretty happy. As we started walking it transpired that the lad at the back had his hands around her waist and had moved them down under her skirt as the ride progressed. He was of course delighted to find stocking tops and then, 'Guess what?' said Emily.

We couldn't guess what her meaning was.

'And then nothing,' she said. 'He got his fingers right in my pussy. He did ask me at the end of the ride if my husband would mind. I think he meant you Tom, and they thought Rosie here was our daughter.'

We both laughed but Rosie looked suitably horrified.

'You didn't let him?' she squealed. 'He tried to do it to me but I wouldn't let him. I slapped him away.'

'Not too much,' I said, showing first Emily and then Rosie the picture of the lad holding her breasts taken with the telephoto lens. 

Again of course Rosie was mortified.

'Oh no. You can't send that to Alan. Please. It is not even if it is you mauling me. It is someone I don't even know.'

'Of course I will have to send it. I told him I will send them all. Unless of course...' 

'Anything.'

'Are you sure you mean anything. Remember I have caught you before here already with the stockings. Anything? What if I said take all your clothes off here? Anything?'

She realised the error of her words. 'Well most things. Please don't send it.' 

'I'll tell you what. I will not send it, and you don't have to mention it tonight, if I get stronger photographs out of you this afternoon. The more you show the less likely I will be to send it. Think about it while we have some lunch.'

The girls were drying out again in the sun so we marched into the nearby Woodcutter Restaurant.

I was able to get a beer and a glass of wine for the girls. We had ribs and salad which were actually very good.

I could see Rosie was back into happy mood again.

'Righto Rosie, you will be needing the restroom by now. We all know your g-string isn't working. When you come back be carrying the g-string in your hand, and not all crumpled up. In fact better than that Emily will go with you and she will be holding one string and you the other. It will give everyone a chance to see it. I will get the photographs and we are already halfway to not sending the earlier photo to Alan. You know that he will love to see you flaunting your knickers around.'

She knew I was right and without saying a word the pair stood to go the toilets. Emily with a large grin plastered all over her face. Rosie more sombre. 

I don't know what Emily said to her while we were out there but they both came back laughing and flaunting the string like it was a flag that they were proud of. Wow.

Emily picked up this tab, which was nice of her, and we did a couple more rides. 

By now it was approaching three and I had one more place I wanted to go, but first wanted them flashing again. We moved towards the circular train that had been such a success earlier. Then I saw the two lads that had been on the flume earlier. They were just standing watching us. Whether they had been following us I don't know, but I was about to give them a treat they would not forget. 




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 03



I called Emily over and whispered in her ear. 

'Emily, wave those guys over and tell them we are going to go on the train and if they come with us they can look but not touch. Tell them that I do not mind them looking, and that I want to take some pictures. But emphasise they must not touch. Rosie is not quite ready yet.'

She pouted. 'Can't they even touch me?'

'No, sorry' I said. 'The photos will look strange. I need to send these to Alan. Including the ones of you.'

She preened. 'Okay then No touching.'

They joined the queue behind us as Emily started to explain to Rosie what was going to happen. She told me later that she explained to Rosie that the guys had been told if they didn't touch, that the two girls would flash their pussies. Rosies mouth fell open and I heard her say. 'We can't do that? Can we? Won't they attack us or something? Yes, I know Tom is here but all he will do is take a picture of it. I know him by now. He won't stop them.'

What a poor reputation I was getting. But how true. 

There was a group of four seats together and for me a seat behind the boys, in another empty carriage. This was perfect. I could show the girls flashing and at the same time frame the picture with the shoulders of the lads, to show who they were flashing. The train pulled away from the platform and I saw Rosie look hesitatingly at Emily. With all our eyes on her, and my lens, Emily lifted her boob tube above her breasts and looked for Rosie to do the same.

Rosie, blushed and looked at me. I nodded in approval and mimed tearing up a picture. I showed her which one by holding my hands up and wriggling them as if mauling her tits. She knew that if she did this I would not show Alan the earlier photo. 

This all happened within a matter of seconds. Rosie raised the front of her camisole above her tits and the guys emitted a low cheer. Just enough to show that they were impressed without alerting the rest of the train. She giggled at Emily and lowered the camisole back down.

As if practised they both started to widen their legs, until their middle knees met. Emily threw her leg over Rosie's again and they both widened their stance even more. I took the pictures. How this girl had changed, even overnight I thought. 

Rosie probably did not realise that because she was wearing a thin white skirt, rather than the admittedly thin, but blue one that Emily was wearing the light was much brighter under her skirt. The photos of her crotch would be brighter. 

I noticed Emily start to finger herself, and soon Rosie was doing the same.

I heard a gasp from Rosie and looking over realised that the boys had their cocks out and were pumping them. 

I had my camera poised for the money shots. Rosie was right in her assessment of my character. I was going to do nothing. Except take the pictures. Suddenly, first one and then the other spurted, in both cases over the girls knees and thighs. They then quickly got off and exited from the platform, too embarrassed to say goodbye.

I quickly took their seat and before the girls had time to react took a few more shots from a low angle reflecting both their sticky pussies and the cum on their knees. I now had my better shot to send Alan. 

The girls eventually reacted and were quick to giggle and whisper to each other. I was pleased that Rosie hadn't been too shocked by her participation. 

I had one more thing I wanted to do here so was pleased that the next platform put us in exactly the right spot.

As we climbed down from the train platform we were just outside the entrance to the Water Park. 

'Here we go girls. I have tickets for the Water Park.'

'We cannot go in there. We have no costumes.' 

Even Emily agreed that we could not go into the Water Park without a costume of some sort.

I tapped my trusty bag. 'Okay girls, daddy thought of everything. Of course I have brought costumes for you. There will be changing rooms inside. Let's go.'

Before Rosie had a chance to complain I opened the door to a family changing room and went in. The girls followed me in before Rosie complained that we were not a family and she needed her own changing room.

'Come on Rosie,' said Emily, taking my side again. 'You know those guys thought that we were a family of three. Don't be a spoilsport. Just think of him as another male to flash. He won't touch. Well at least not yet. Not unless you want him to.'

Rosie tried to look shocked but somehow did not succeed. She was still thinking about me as flashable material. 

I produced the bikinis, which of course were not bikinis but little white bras and panties from Rosies underwear drawer. 

Rosie seemed to have a sense of humour failure briefly. 

'You had bras and panties for me all along,' she said. 'When I lost the other two pairs of panties, you had more, and didn't give them to me.'

'I wouldn't be giving you them now if you didn't need them to go swimming and wipe that muck of your knees and thighs.'

She was persuaded to put them on, slipping the briefs on under her skirt and turning her back to me to replace the camisole with the bra.

She may not have done it happily but strangely enough her mood improved immeasurably as soon as she was covered.

'Come on I am really looking forward to a swim,' she said to Emily. She looked again and said 'Are you sure we can go out in these. They do not look like bikinis. Everyone will know they are bras and panties.'

'Look,' I said. 'Yes everyone will know but if anyone asks us we will say that you forgot to bring them so we made-do by just wearing your underwear. It is quite decent. The worst that can happen is that someone will ask us to leave, but you will get a swim in first.'

I forbore to say that as the material would turn see-through when wet that there was every chance that they would throw us out.

I, of course, had remembered my costume so changed into my bathers. That was a mistake. While I did not care one way or another if Rosie got to see my dick, Emily seized upon it as a drunken man does to another beer. She grabbed it and lowered her head towards it. 

Rosie looked on a little horrified but still fascinated. After all this was the third new cock she had seen in one day. 

'As lovely as this is we don't have time for it now. If you are a good girl, or should I say a bad girl, I will give it to you later,' I said.

'Mmm promises,' she said. 'I promise to be a bad girl. Don't we Rosie?'

Rosie was speechless. She had no idea what to say or do at this stage.

The girls jumped into the nearest bit of pool and I saw them wiping the cum off their legs and thighs. 

They then set off for the nearest slide, the steps for which were right behind me. They were a pair of wet dreams. Literally. The water dropped off their firm fit bodies and every inch of those bodies could be seen beneath their bras and panties. They attracted a lot of looks, but so far no attendants.

I snapped away. I noticed however that I had to get Rosie to shave at some stage. Even through the sheer panties her pubic hair masked the top of the split between her legs. She was lovely as it was but, for some of the shots I had in mind, it had to go.  

The girls were enjoying themselves now. I think that a lot of the men would have liked to follow them around but one look from their wives brought them to heel. 

They girls did three or four sets of slides and then we all spent quite a while in the bubble pool. Like a big Jacuzzi.

Time was now the enemy although there were not many more outdoor photos I needed to take. 

They decided to walk through the Waterworks Tree House where the following boys used the interactive water pistols and jets to soak them again and again. Was it my imagination or were both the panties and bras beginning to sag with the continual watering they were getting.

My last camera opportunity was the Tipping bucket where if they did not move quickly enough when the bell rang and one thousand litres of water cascaded down upon them. A little barracking that they were not brave enough to await the drop ensured that of course that they did. Now one thousand litres is a lot of water and heavy. The flimsy little bras and panties were no match for it and both girls were effectively naked within seconds of it starting to fall. Their bras were round their waists and their panties round their knees. 

My camera went into overtime as did the eyes on all the men surrounding them.

I felt it was time to leave before either a riot started or an attendant warned us off. We went back to our family changing room where I admitted that my little bag had run out of dry clothes. There was nothing new to wear so I suggested that they change clothes again, just to see how the other felt. 

They both laughed at this as they stripped off their sopping undies and threw them straight into the rubbish bin. 

I know I keep on saying wow but wow.

This was the first time, apart from in the pool that I had seen Rosie naked. They seemed to have lost all their inhibitions as they laughed together and waited while I pulled dryish clothes out of the bag. I had no towels but handed Rosie the short blue skirt, the boob tube and the black stockings and suspenders. Emily of course had the all-white gear. 

They looked at each other with fresh eyes. 

'Did I really go out like that,' said Rosie.

'I think you did, and didn't I look the slut.' Emily laughed. 

The girls dried their hair with the driers and we set off for the car. 

I decided it was going to be too late to cook a meal by the time I got home so thought that the easiest thing to do was stop at a McDonalds and embarrass them a little more.

I was pleased to see that now Rosie took it in her stride, strolling up and down getting more ketchup and then ordering the desserts. They both had a healthy appetite after the swimming.

We started returning to Rosie's home, where Emily's car was still parked.

I did not want to lose my eager assistant too quickly so asked whether she needed to rush off.

'Not at all. Hubby is out for the evening and would never expect me unless I had phoned and wanted him in for some reason.'

'I just would like some more photographs. Indoor this time. We do not need the light. By the way,' I added, 'did you do your homework last night.'

'Homework?'said Emily.

'Yes he is a cruel taskmaster,' said Rosie. 'Every night he has set me homework. Last night I had to undress in front of the bedroom windows with the lights on and stand there for one minute. I then had to go to every room in the house with a window, put on the lights and stand there uncovered for another minute. But I did it.'

'Did you remember the gatepost and the garage?'

She looked down at her feet. 'I am sorry I forgot. I would have done it but I did forget. Honest.'

'That's okay you will just have to do it all again, and the bit you missed you have to do three times in various lights. The first time now. Strip off now. As soon as we pull up, run and touch the namepost and then the garage door and come back. Give me your keys. We will be in the house by then. Alan will get an interesting shot of you running naked through the front door. 

She removed her clothes while still in the back of the car and gave them to Emily for safekeeping. I meanwhile opened up the front door and quickly ushered Emily in while watching Rosie run the fifty yards to the gatepost. 

Just after she touched the garage door I closed the door in her face. She could hear us laughing through the door as she rang the bell and we ignored her for a few moments.

'Very funny. Just open this door or no more photographs for you tonight, Mr photographer.'

She was in such a good mood I decided to let her in. 

I sent the girls off to shower and do their make-up, while I opened up a bottle of wine. I asked Emily to have a hunt through the drawers and find some sexy lingerie if possible, maybe baby-doll pyjamas or a sheer night gown. I dreamed about exposed nipple bras and crotchless panties. I wanted them both dressed up. Maybe the pictures could go even further than I was expecting. 

I was a bit disappointed when the girls came down. They were in nice but fairly staid underwear, frankly even the camisole had been better.

'This girl has a serious underwear problem,' said Emily. 'And tomorrow is Sunday, not a good day for shopping. None of the good stores will be open. 

I'll tell you what though. If you will have me back tomorrow I will bring some from home. We are about the same size except that Rosie is slightly bigger in the bust. That will just make the bras a little tighter. You won't mind that I am sure.'

'We would be delighted to have you back, wouldn't we Rosie.'

'Oh yes please. I have had a wonderful day.'

Well that was settled. There were only two things left I needed to do today and one was to take a walk in the garden as Rosie did her homework. It was dark by now even though probably a little early for bed. Still just maybe the dog walkers were out in force. The silly thing was that even if there were a dozen dog walkers out there we were so far from the road as to make her almost invisible.

'Okay Rosie go and start your homework. I am going for my evening constitutional. Do not forget the gatepost again. Oh and Emily, I would love to see you doing it too but not in the same room at the same time. A few minutes later perhaps'

I hoped it would give Rosie a bit of a thrill, knowing that someone was out there watching her, even if it was only me. It was always nice to see another naked girl and I know Alan would be pleased to see the photographs of a naked Emily.

I had enough close-up lenses to make sure that I got some good shots. 

She was good. She was not too close to the glass that there was no light in front of her. She was beautifully lit as she removed all the underwear she had on in the bedroom and then trooped from room to room. The picture windows in the lounge were an absolute treat as I could be close enough to really focus and make sure I avoided any flashback from the windows. 

I then hid behind a suitable tree as she ran to the namepost. 

As I heard her scampering back I stepped out from behind the tree and flash-flooded the area while taking a succession of shots. 

She screamed in terror. If there were any dog-walkers around they would now be running over. 

'You silly bastard. You scared me rotten.'

'Ooops sorry.'

I followed her in and laughed as Emily followed her out to the namepost. I couldn't resist doing the same flash trick to Emily but she expected it and just laughed.

'One last thing,' I asked Rosie, 'and I am seriously embarrassed about asking for this one.'

'Oooh Mr Photographer embarrassed. That will make a change. Ask away but no guarantees,' she teased.

'Can Emily and I borrow a bedroom for an hour please? I promised her a little something earlier today and I am not a man who goes back on my word. Frankly it is so much nicer than leaving together and getting it on in a car park.'

I wanted Rosie under no illusions as to what we would be doing. Emily was a bit of a screamer and this was part of the softening up process.

I was delighted that Rosie looked a little disappointed that she wasn't involved. She had been without sex for nearly a week.

'Oh yes of course. If you want. Whatever. The second door on the left upstairs.' 

I will be speaking to Alan from the bedroom. Just let yourselves out.'

'I f you give me thirty seconds I will send the photos to jack so that you can talk about them. 

'Sure use the computer in the kitchen. Goodnight.'

What a cold reception. We had our work cut out to get her happy again tomorrow.

'Goodnight. We will be back at midday for lunch if that is okay.'

'That's fine. I guess I get to be cook and model.'

'Don't be petulant. You want to come and fuck me too? And don't worry about lunch, I will bring lunch with me. Goodnight.' 

I steered Emily into the bedroom but did not get the reception I expected. She should have been gagging for it.

'You bastard. How could you do this to her. You know she wants you, even though she may not know it herself yet. She had this wonderful day. You have given her a new outlook on life and then slammed the door in her face. You may have put your little plan back weeks. It may even derail it. And if you think you are going to get me groaning and screaming with desire just to impress your next hopeful conquest then go fuck yourself.'

I could see I needed a Plan B and quickly. 

'You are right of course. What can I do?'

'She is not likely to be on the phone yet. Go and apologise. Eat shit, but you will do it on your own because I will see you in the morning. Don't forget lunch!' She grinned. It may have been over for tonight but tomorrow is another day.

I knocked on Rosie's bedroom door.

'What is it.'

It's me. I am sorry. That was insensitive. To both of you. I have just had my balls chewed. And not in a good way.'

I think I heard a stifled laugh.

'Good, but if you think you can get round me that quickly and perhaps come in and take pictures of me now that you cannot screw your first choice, you are sadly mistaken.'

'Why, what are you wearing?'

This time I was sure I heard a laugh.

'Hang on I am coming to the door.'

I heard the key turn in the lock. 

'Nothing.'

I tried the door. It had not been opened, it had just been locked.

Now I did hear her laugh. 

'The laugh's on you Tom,' I heard her say. 'I have just seen Emily drive away so you are out of luck tonight. Goodnight. Don't forget you are bringing lunch.'

I turned up at midday with a couple of hot cooked chickens and some salad stuff courtesy of our local supermarket. Oh and a bottle of champagne. A good one. 

I tried to make myself look apologetic. It worked for a while. About ten minutes actually until Emily arrived with quite a heavy suitcase. 

'You silly bugger,' she said. 'I really needed you last night. I was so desperate I shagged my hubby. He thought it was Christmas. The important thing was solidarity. Right Rosie? If he was going to be that rude and not shag you first and then both of us after, why should he have me as second choice.'

'Oh well no,' said Rosie. 'I was never going to well... anything. I am married. Uhh happily married.' 

There was not a lot to be said to that. We all had reservations about exactly how happy it was but now was neither the time nor the place.

We drank the champagne and started a bottle of Rosie's. We pulled the chickens apart with our fingers and ate greasily. The baby tomatoes and spring onions were easy but the chicken hit the spot. 

I was quick to make sure that I finished first and got my camera out.

I started snapping.

Rosie was just about to lick her fingers and reach for her glass when I stopped her.

'Wait, leave your fingers sticky. Emily come over her and lick them clean please.'

Emily did not need to be asked twice. Rosie looked a little shocked as Emily really deeply sucked her fingers one by one. In return Emily offered her sticky fingers to Rosie. Purely out of politeness I think Rosie accepted them and licked away. I got some horny photo's as slowly both girls got into it.

'Are your lips sticky now?' I murmured.

It was just loud enough for the girls to hear and move together. Again Emily took the initiative and started licking Rosie's lips. Rosie had no idea what to do but you could see that she was beginning to enjoy it.

It soon became a full-blown passionate kiss before eventually Rosie pulled away.

'Oh wow. I've never kissed a girl before. It's a...a...a... different.'

Just then the phone rang and the mood was broken.

'Oh hi darling,' we heard her say as she fluttered with her hands to show she was moving out of the kitchen to take it privately.




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 03



'Oh yes he is here at the moment, and Emily. Yes of course. Tom, it's Alan for you.'

I wondered whether I was in trouble.

I have just been looking through the photo's you took yesterday. I can tell you now you are on a bonus already. I would never have thought you could get Rosie in public wearing those clothes in a matter of days. I did not get them until this morning even though I spoke to Rosie quite late.'

'No I am sorry I did not get home until late in order to use the computer to send them.'

I particularly loved the ones with her standing naked in the window. That was her homework right?' He laughed out loud.

'Have you fucked her yet?'

'Nnnno. Not even close.'

Even though he had given me permission it was still going to be difficult admitting it. 

'Okay. Give Emily my love, but quietly eh? You know what I mean?'

I did it was alright for me to fuck his wife but he did not want her knowing he was fucking someone else's.

'Put me back on to Rosie, and keep up the good work.'

I held out the receiver, brain whirling.

She took it and strolled slowly towards the hall. 

'No we are not going out today. Emily has brought some underwear for me to try on. I guess Tom will want to photograph me in that today. I guess it will not take long so I may get some gardening in this afternoon. '

Emily and I shared a private laugh knowing that I was going to take hours over it.

'Alan sends his love,' I whispered. She just nodded.

'No he hasn't taken any photo's of me nude. No and I don't want him to. And no, he hasn't seen me like that. Oh well I guess when I was doing my homework and when he surprised me in the garden he did. Oh and in the changing room at the Water Park, but hardly at all. No you know I will. Whatever you say Darling. But I really would rather not do... Yes okay Darling, see you soon.'

She returned and holstered the phone.

'Right, I said. 'Let's get on with the photographs shall we. Especially if you want to do some gardening this afternoon.'

She had the grace to look a little ashamed. 

'Let us go through to the lounge. It has good natural lighting for the next three hours and then we might need a few floods.' I did not want her disappearing off to her bedroom where she might have tried to use her own boring underwear. 

I carried the suitcase into the lounge and opened it on the floor in the corner.

The range was beyond my wildest dreams.

'Oh Emily well done.' She had practically every sort of flimsy article that you could imagine. Two of each in fact. I could see Emily wanted to dress up too. 

'Let us start with those swimming costumes first. The one-piece ones. Pity we did not have them with us yesterday eh Rosie?' 

She stuck her tongue out at me. 'You know you wanted me in those transparent undies. I had plenty of costumes you could have brought.'

Emily had stripped off and quickly put on the pale blue, hi-cut thigh but low busted costume. She left the white one for Rosie. Rosie was still trying to pull her panties down discretely under her dress. This was going to take a while.

'Come on Rosie, you'll never get the gardening done like this. I have seen you naked already, remember. I promise not to stare. I didn't stare yesterday did I?' 

'I guess not, but turn your back while I am changing then.'

Little tease.

I took a couple of Emily as she was ready then a couple of them together. Lastly Rosie on her own. 

'You know what's in the bag love, put it in some sort of order for us so that we don't waste too much time.'

By the time I had finished shooting Rosie in the swimming costume she had a couple of bikinis ready. I looked away. I would get my fill later I was sure.

As I finished with them, Emily said 'These are the last of the swimwear.'

'I can't wear that,' said Rosie.

I looked around to see what the problem was. Emily was already in her pink Wicked Weasel bikini. The bottom half was little more than a tiny pouch at the front with a string back. Even then the pouch had a zip in it to undo it a little lower. The top was merely a couple of scraps of cloth held together by string. Rosie was holding a white one, looking at it as if it was something the cat had brought in. 

'You should see them when they are wet. No linings.'

'Come on Rosie don't hang around. You know you are going to try it on. Remember yesterday you would have been delighted to have this at the water park.'

Common sense prevailed and I snapped away at the pair of them. When I got Rosie on her own I asked Emily quietly to fetch a glass of water. 

I saw her brought it in and angled Rosie so that she could not see Emily approach.

I posed her in front of the window with her hands joined behind her head. 

As I stepped up to reposition her I grabbed her hands, held them firmly behind her head and nodded to Emily who splashed the water over first the bottoms and then the bra of the white bikini.

'Rosie screamed before realising that she had come to no harm. She then looked down at where I was snapping the dark shapes of her nipples and areolae now standing out. I was also quick to take a picture of the trunks where the water had plastered her pubic hair flat against her lips. 

I could see that Rosie was not amused so I quickly apologised. 'Okay sorry Rosie, no more tricks. No more water.' It was easy to promise as there were no more swimwear.

We moved onto a couple of basques and even Rosie accepted how wonderful they looked. Rosie wore a blue one with lime piping and lime coloured stockings. You could have seen her in the dark, but maybe that was the point. 

We then moved onto a couple of sets of regular matching bra and panty sets before going onto thongs and skimpy little bras.

'Look I see where this is going,' said Rosie. 'These costumes are getting smaller and skimpier each time I change. I am not sure that I am comfortable with this.'

'I agree,' I said. Both girls looked at me. Rosie feeling that I was giving her some sort of sympathy and Emily because she knew I must have something up my sleeve. That was exactly what was happening. It was how she had planned the costumes. She knew it was ending with a couple of see-through nighties. 

'You mean you are not comfortable because you are beginning to show your pubic hair.'

'Exactly,'said Rosie. 

'Okay go and shave it off then. Emily will go with you to make sure you do it right. And. If you don't go quickly I will come and help. You won't want that will you.'

Now she was in a quandary. Did she go willingly or risk me going with her if she prevaricated.

'Okay I'll do it. But I'll do it alone. I don't need any help.'

'Okay,' I said, 'but if you are more than ten minutes and you don't have every hair removed from your front and crack I will come and finish the job.'

She practically ran up the stairs. 

That meant I had ten minutes alone with Emily about to change into a mini basque where her tits would be pushed out on display. Maybe I should have given her fifteen.

I just concentrated on helping her dress. She had already removed the earlier set and was now naked with this black mini-basque in her hands.

I helped her put it on and arranged her small breasts on the shelf at the top. I sat her down and had a wonderful view as I slowly pulled the stockings up her legs and attached them to the suspender straps. The panties were nowhere in sight yet. Emily did not want me finding them yet. I held her down in the chair and placed my lips on hers. They were already shaved. It was something she had done for me while I was designing her garden. As I told her at the time 'I like a bare shrubbery.' 

I am not sure whether Rosie was back downstairs within the ten minute period because she was eager to show us her handiwork, or whether she wanted to see what all the noise that Emily was making was all about. 

I got a disdainful look but no comment from Rosie. 

'She looked at the basque that Emily was almost wearing and said in a voice that could cut glass. 'I hope that comes with knickers.'

'It does, but they are an optional extra,' I said.

Interestingly, she no longer pussy-footed about while dressing. She had come downstairs carrying the panties she had been wearing last and took the bra off before throwing them both back into the suitcase.

She slipped on the red basque, it's matching panties, and then arranged her breasts on the top of the cups. This was the first outfit that she had tried on that was going to completely expose her. She started to pull on the red fishnet stockings that we had laid out. 

'Emily, sweet, can you find me some blusher and lip-gloss please.'

She had recovered from my time between her legs so started looking through her handbag. 

In the meantime Rosie had finished dressing. 

'Go and look in the mirror over there and tell me you do not look fabulous in that,' I said.

'I look like a slut,' she said. 'But I do fill it nicely.'

She was starting to see herself through other peoples eyes at last.

'Rosie darling, you will never look like a slut. You do not have it in you and you are not that good an actress. A naivette, who has been forced to wear this outfit for her abductor, lover-prince, maybe. A slut never.'

She looked almost pleased with herself. 

'Can you also imagine a low-cut, off-the shoulder, deep red-wine velvet dress over it. The dinner guests would be intrigued as to whether they could quite see the top of your nipples and Alan would be the only one who would know what a treat would be in store for him later. That was why I said the panties were optional. Now stand there together in your outfits and put a hand on each other's hip. That's it. Oh sorry I forgot the rouge and gloss. Thanks Emily.'

This was going to be a test.

I dipped my forefinger in the pot of rouge and lightly rolled it around Emily's nipples. I then took the gloss and brushed the nipple with merely the lightest covering.

I moved towards Rosie who did not say anything but allowed me to do the same. Her nipples were a little smaller than Emily's and a lot lighter in colour. As were the areolas. I felt I had to comment on this to explain why I lifted both of Rosie's breasts from the cups to ensure that I got all of the nipples and areolae well covered. 

Rosie sniffed and pushed her retroussé nose into the air. 'I wondered how long it would be before the photographer started to maul the models. It was only going to be a matter of time.'

Emily and I just laughed and I said,' I have even started to maul you yet. You'll know when I do.'

Emily chimed in, 'Yes that is one of the perks Rosie. It has been a long-time coming hasn't it.'

'Hmm.' 

I did think I would take the opportunity and perhaps move her arms and legs a little more by hand, as she was obviously going to allow me liberties with her body. 

'Now Rosie, if you can stay standing that way, yes, looking up towards the window. Emily you kneel behind her and put your hands on the side strings of her panties as if you were going to pull them down.'

'Remember Tom, you said no more tricks, right?' 

Damn her, she was right.

'Sure no more tricks. Emily is not going to pull them down, you are. But let me take one or two like that posed with her hands so. Right now turn round and show me the back. That's good Hands still there Emily. Right Rosie, those panties are optional, and I want you to arrange them a couple of inches lower so that I can just see the top of your ass crack. No don't just push them lower. The crotch sags in the middle. Roll then down. That's better. Hands still Emily. And, that will do thanks Emily I don't need you any more for this shot.'

She moved away. 

'Rosie I need a couple more inches, just so they are a flat line, an inch below your cheeks. That's it and bend forward just a little. I promise I am not coming up and taking sneaky crotch shots. This is Art, and you know the only person who will see them apart from us is Alan.'

'Not even my darling Colin, my hubby. I think that's his name,' laughed Emily.

Rosie, who had been in the process of shouting, 'No he cannot see them,' while she thought Emily was serious, now laughed.

'Right Rose, pull them back up again and turn round to face me.'

'I am Rosie not Rose. Please do not shorten my name. It is my given name and I am proud of it. It is not Rose or Rosemary. It is Rosie.'

'Sorry Rosie. I always assumed it was short for something. Right now I want the same view as we just had from the front. Roll them down an inch or two. Perfect and now three inches lower.'

This was another test, which she passed with flying colours. She did not hesitate. 

'Perfect and now take them right off and throw them over to Emily for the bag. We shall not need them again.'

There was a momentary hesitation. I could almost feel the shrug, as if to say, 'Here we go. It was going to happen sooner or later.'

I took a few more shots and asked for the next outfit. 

'Well,' said Emily, 'we are really down to the baby dolls and the nightie, and then one more set of undies. But I think they should be last.'

They slipped on matching baby doll pyjamas. They were see-through, but their tits were just about covered with a layer of lace over the net and the sheer panties added another layer that just about covered their pussies.

The shorty nighties however were completely see-through. The only thing that hid any part of them, was that there was so much material in them that they fell in pleats. A little spin however caused the hem to move to waist-height which considerably improved the view. 

Last items and I noticed Emily had let Rosie strip off the nightie before handing her what looked like a fairly ordinary black bra and panties set. 

I recognised the style and waited for the explosion. 

'I am not going to wear these. These are disgusting. Not even an expensive whore would wear these. They have holes in them.'

They were in fact crotchless panties with further holes in the bras to allow the nipples and areolae full exposure. 

'I will have you know Madam, that I wear these, and that I am not a cheap whore. Unlike you, Madam Straightlace, Madam Oh I Couldn't Wear That You Might See Some Flesh, I have a fun, fulfilling sex life. Just sometimes these add to the fun. So don't knock it until you have tried it.'

'Oh I am so sorry Emily, I know you are not any sort of whore or a bad girl or anything. I am sorry it was just a reaction. I have never even seen a set like this before.'

'Don't go mad with your apology Rosie. I will happily accept to being a bad girl and even a slut at times, but a whore no. I have never tried it. Mind you what did I just tell you? 'Don't knock it until you've tried it.'

They both laughed fit to bust.

'So girls, do they go on.' I knew they would even if Rosie was a little slow about it.

I didn't need them posing together for this as the shots would effectively be mainly close-up.

I took a couple of full length shots of Emily before moving close for shots of her nipples and then crotch. I asked her to bend over and touch the floor and I even lay on the ground to take a couple.

'Right Rosie, your turn and before you ask, Yes, I am taking sneaky crotch shots, and no they won't be the last. Wait until you see a picture of your clit on the kitchen wall.'

Emily and I both laughed, but it was a bad joke. Even if I knew it wasn't a joke, the timing was bad and I nearly lost Rosie again who had a sense of humour failure.

She did pose for the shots but her heart was no longer in it. 

It was time to stop. 

Emily packed the clothes away while Rosie pulled her dress on again. I noticed that she did not bother to wear her bra or panties which had been folded away with her dress.

'Time for tea.' I said.



A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 04



I opened a bottle of bubbly and Rosie found enough food for Emily to make some sandwiches. It was amazing where the time had gone. We quickly settled back into a fun mood as I showed them the photographs I had taken yesterday at the Park. We reminisced about the good times and even Rosie was heard to comment. 'I can't believe I wore that out in the park. Look at those silly white stockings and that tiny skirt. Worse, I know I have no undies on under it.'

Emily was quick to point out that it was fun for that very reason. No-one else could tell whether you were wearing knickers or not. Not unless you wanted them to know. The thrill of not wearing them was something you could keep to yourself. 

'Is there a thrill in not wearing them,' asked Rosie.

'Well I think so,' said Emily. 'If I walk down the street in a short skirt, any one of a number of things will give me a thrill. I might see a few men looking at me, or I might drop something on the ground, deliberately knowing that I have to pick it up and I may display myself. If the wind flutters my skirt it flutters my thrill machine. I get a little moist maybe, or even soaking bloody wet sometimes,' she finished.

'I think I can prove it to you, if you give me a little licence.'

'Okay, how?'

'Right go over to that table against the wall and show me how high you want the work-surface,' 

'Oh no, I can't do that again, not now, not today. No ...oh you bastard. No. ohhh...'

She went over and lay down on the table, her skirt, just about covered her bottom.

Emily of course had no idea what I was doing and just looked amused.

'And now where do you want the kick boards please?'

She looked daggers at me, crossed to the wall and effectively put her fingers on the ground stiff-legged.'

This time the short skirt proved effectively to us that she was not wearing panties. 

'And now the cupboard height.'

By now even Rosie was laughing as she mounted the step ladder and touched the ceiling.

'Oh Emily, quick over here. We must support her. We don't want her falling off the ladder do we?'

While looking up her skirt we held her legs, which was probably as well judging by the way she was giggling.

'Right last part of the proof. Come down here raise your skirt and let Emily feel if you are aroused.'

'Okay I believe you. Maybe it does give you a thrill under certain circumstances.'

'Oh no come on.' I said. 'You are not getting out of it that lightly. Show Emily the proof please.'

She was bubbly and flirty again now. She seemed to be happy to sidle up to Emily, staying well away from me and let her feel the moistness between her legs. 

'Proof positive,' said Emily. 'Like a baby frog from the pond.'

'Ugggh,' we all laughed. 

'I know it is nearly six, but I just have another few photos to take while you are all in the mood. Bedroom this time.'

Rosie looked puzzled. 'I haven't got any underwear that is nearly as nice or fun as Emily's as we know.'

'That's a first,' I said. 'You have admitted that sexy undies are nice and fun. They are next on the shopping list.. But no we don't need any costumes. I just want the two of you on the bed. Especially if you are still wet and sticky Rosie. The pictures will come out a treat.'

'Oh I don't think so. That is going too far.'

'What is? I have taken my sneaky crotch shots for the day when you had on the last set of undies. You may not have liked it but I have got them and I can prove that the shaving you did earlier was successful. Not a hair in sight. 

Rosie went pale before turning crimson.

'Look, all I want today while you are both in such great moods, is a pillow fight. Pretend that you are a sleep-over.Nighties. Start horsing around. Pull each other's clothes off. Neither of you has undies on so it won't be hard. Pull each other's hair. Then just lie around and I will take the shots. I promise, no explicit crotch shots and I will stay a minimum of ten feet away while shooting.' 

Emily was already up on the bed bouncing up and down with a pillow in her hands. 

I handed Rosie the bottle of bubbly to fill up her glass. She drained her glass and took a big swig direct from the bottle.

The light of battle was in her eyes. The pillow was in her hand. I had so much fun just watching and snapping. They eventually got down to wrestling and Rosie being younger was just that much quicker than Emily and managed to get her nightdress up and around her arms. She held it deliberately, baffling her arms, while she started tickling her. I only promised no explicit crotch shots but Emily was rolling her legs around with abandon as Rosie tickled her. I could not have avoided taking a little pussy. It was wherever I looked. I am not going to suggest that Rosie let up a little on Emily, but she did pull her dress over her arms to leave Emily now naked. At this point Emily fought back hard and Rosie was quickly overpowered. Or wanted to make it appear so. Now the legs in the air were all Rosie's. Emily quickly removed her dress and the pair wrestled on the bed naked. While Rosie was still trying to tickle Emily, remember those sleep-overs, Emily was trying to play with Rosies tits and pussy. I thought I even saw her try to push a finger up her arse. Remember those sleep-overs. Eventually exhaustion took over, but not before the two girls wriggled to a comfortable position with one hand in each other's pussy and the other on a tit. The kisses were next and inevitable. I was wondering whether we were going to get a whole lesbian pussy-eating display. I certainly was not going to stop it.

We didn't. Rosie pulled back and I stopped taking photographs. 

'I'm done with the photographs,' I conceded. 'If you two want to carry on I will just watch.'

'I'm sorry Emily I have never done this before and I am still not sure...Well, I know I would like to do it with you but, I don't think I am a lesbian. I am sure I'm not in fact. As lovely as it is, .. the fun we have been having, .. I just.. well, I prefer boys.'

'So do I,' said Emily. 'Just because I prefer boys however doesn't mean that you can't have fun with girls once in a while. Or shall we ask Tom to join us?'

'Oh no. That is, I'm sorry Tom. It is not that I don't fancy you, and you are a really nice guy..'

There was the deathknell, I was a nice guy.

'but I have never even kissed you, so we cannot just crawl into bed and start.. well you know what I mean.'

I knew the route now. I had to start kissing her!

Rosie climbed off the bed, seemingly reluctantly.

'I am finished for the day,' I announced. 'You have a lot to tell Alan tonight and I have got time to get these photographs to him before you speak to him.' Some of them are going to shock him, and I think if I have him right delight him. He is going to love those crotchless knickers. Now homework.'

Rosie giggled and Emily interrupted, 'Can I do it too?'

'Emily I am so sorry to break up the party when we have had so much fun for the next couple of days but tomorrow I need Emily on her own , as much as anything else we need to go shopping. If we started having too much fun it could waylay us.'

She looked disappointed.

'But if you are free on Tuesday again, I would love to have you spend the day with us. I think you will enjoy what I have planned.'

'That is probably just as well because I have a meeting of the charity board tomorrow. I would certainly have cancelled it to go out with you two again. This way I won't have to and I will see you again Tuesday.'

'As I said homework. We are going Lingerie shopping, so firstly prepare Alan for a big bill, or should I say big bills. At least three shops. It will be an early start. I will pick you up at nine. So make a list of everything you need to buy. We can then throw away all those old tired sets that were probably once your mother's. The other thing I want you to do is prepare Alan for what I have in mind. I want to be your boyfriend for the day. Remember the assistant who said if I was a husband or boyfriend I could go into the changing rooms with you. Well I want to be in there to see how these things look, so I have to be a husband or boyfriend. Perhaps a fiancée, would be nice. Perhaps I would be better off as a husband as your wedding ring will not look out of place. Anyway you can tell him that not only am I going to be in there, but you are going to treat me as if we were in love. Only when we are around other people of course. I will not expect a blow-job in the car. Well, not unless you really insist.'

That thought was attractive.

Rosie was stunned. 'I can't just be your wife, like that. We would need to get to know each other and I have no idea for example what your parent's names are.' 'We are not going for a test or a TV show, Mr & Mrs. I am only suggesting that we hold hands, I can put my arm around you without you flinching that sort of thing. I want to be able to say in the changing room, I don't like this. Take it off, try that instead.'

She nodded, 'I can do that, but I don't know what Alan will say.' 

'I am sure he will be fine about it so long as you tell him all about the day and I keep sending the photos. Anyway I will see you at nine sharp. Do you want a hand with that bag Emily.' 

I was not going to make the same mistake as I did yesterday.

It transpired she did want a hand so I put the bag in her boot.'

'Dinner now?' I asked quietly.

'Only if it is a takeaway, at your place. Colin might be at home at mine.'

'Follow me then, it is only twenty minutes away. '

I turned away, 'Bye Rosie.'

We pulled in at my place and I ordered pizza to be delivered. No expense spared, and I at least was hungry. I first had to email today's photographs to Alan.

I then poured a couple of glasses of bubbly and we sank onto the sofa French kissing. 

There was no terrific passion, nor a huge urgency. This was catch-up sex. We had not been together in a while. We worked well together and we each remembered a couple of things that the other liked. She liked her neck being kissed. She also liked a finger in her bum.

We were interrupted by the pizza's arrival.

'Do you want to get it,' I said. 'Seems a shame to waste the opportunity to flash, especially as you don't live here, so he will never see you again. The money is on the sideboard in the hall.'

She grinned, and said, 'Is there enough for a tip.'

'That's up to you. What size of tip do you think he needs. He has been quite quick.' 

I must be a terrible tipper because the amount I left was not nearly enough. Well judging by the blow-job the guy was getting in the hall anyway. I know next time I have delivery he will be there in two minutes flat. Boy will he be disappointed if he thinks I will be doing that to him.

She talked me through the tip as we ate.

'Fifteen percent,' he apparently said. 'Is that all I get? But he wasn't looking at the money in his hand. I doubt he knew whether it was three percent or twenty percent. I said that if he would prefer to have his tip in kind then he must put the change on the sideboard and drop his trousers. I guess I have saved you about eighty-five pence.'

'Well, give me a couple of minutes to finish this Pizza and I will be happy to thank you for saving me the change. Penny by penny in fact. 

And I did.

She left about eleven and I promised her a good day on Tuesday. This was to be the completion, hopefully, of my attempts to turn Rosie into a flasher. I wanted her to feel pretty comfortable having her photo's taken while the workmen were around. I would work on persuading her she wanted to be the hostess at sex-parties in due course. 

I was round to Rosie's bright as a button at nine sharp.

I leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Just the sort of kiss a guy normally gets from his new wife in the mornings. 

She leaned away.

'Hi wifey. No good morning kiss?'

'Huh. I have spoken to Alan and I cannot believe he agreed to your request. He made me promise to pretend when there are more than two of us there. So, correct no morning kiss. I only see two of us.'

That was good enough for me.

'Of course,' I said. 'If I decide that my new wife and I need to have sex in a crowded place, then you will go along with it. Right? On the other hand my new wife might like to practice a little civility and pretend all the time, in the hope that she will be able to limit my passion to a reasonable level. What do you think.'

With a wicked gleam in her eye she leaned in and gave me a deep French kiss full on the mouth. Our tongues played music together. This was another first, especially as I think she kept it going longer than she had originally intended.

'Good morning husband. That little bit of passion will have to keep you going all day I am afraid. I feel a headache coming on already.'

I slapped her butt and said 'In that case darling we had better get on we have a lot to do. Do you have your list and a credit card.'

She laughed. 'And I thought you were only after my body. It seems you want my cash as well.'

She was in a terrific mood considering the instructions Alan had given her.

She locked up and we were away.

'What underwear do you have on?' I asked.

'Just a bra and panties,' she said. 'I thought about it and I did not think you would want me wearing tights.'

'Absolutely correct, but remember I talked about throwing away all your underwear so let us start that now. Throw your bra and knickers out of the window please.'

Her mouth gaped a little. She was wearing a button through dress. Short sleeves, a fairly deep v neck tight at the waist flaring out to just under the knee. Dark blue with details picked out in white. Modest, but perfect for what I had in mind for the next couple of days.

'You probably only need to start by undoing one, maybe two buttons at the top. You should be able to squeeze your bra off without taking the rest of your dress off. Of course if you want to take the dress off first you are very welcome to wifey.'

She realised I was serious, undid two buttons slipped the bra straps over her arms and pulled it out through the open buttons. 

She was quick to do the two top buttons up again. 

Her knickers were even quicker. She snuck her fingers up under her dress, pulled and there they were in her lap. 

I wound the electric window down.

'Say goodbye to them.'

She sadly shook her head as if in great sorrow. I caught the smile. She was enjoying this so far. The bra went first and then the panties. To hell with keeping our roads tidy.

'We are going to the mall we went to the other day first. We should be able to get most of the regular stuff there. We will have to go on to a couple of specialist shops probably later. But at least we know that here we will be able to get decent quality and have a good selection. You know how many sets you might need. I would suggest you have on your list about seven or eight sets plus stockings suspenders basques and slips. Am I right?

She nodded.

'Well buy them by all means, but for the foreseeable future, at least while I have a say in it, I don't see you wearing many regular bra and panties sets. But that is up to you of course. The way I see it is that we will cruise the shelves and we will both choose some items for you to try on. If we are early enough and it is not busy then maybe we can get the large changing room on the end.'

'I would be more comfortable on my own,' she said.'

'I don't think you would, but we can try it if you like. Look we are here now.'

We pulled up at the mall and alighted. I made a fuss of rushing round to open the door for her. It wasn't just to look up her skirt either, although I did. It was to play the part of her new hubby.

I held her hand as we crossed the car park, and received hardly a flinch in return. Well, only a small one.

As we walked into the mall there was shop-fitting going on and the whole of one wall was fitted with temporary mirrors. 

'Watch yourself walk.' I instructed. 'See how beautifully you walk without a bra. It is not obvious until you look and then, every man and his dog, his male dogs anyway, will want to watch. It is not blatant or slutty. It is pure class. It shows you care but that you have a good enough body to say, look at me guys. But no touching. Except for me, that is. Your new husband.

Now just before we get to the store undo a couple of buttons at the top and two up from the bottom. Now look how you walk see the difference. More of a swagger. More look at me guys.'

And she did have more of a swagger. More confidence.

We went into the store that we were in last Saturday to buy the stockings. My luck was in. The same young lady I spoke to was mooching around the counter looking bored. I could not see any other customers. 

'Hi,' I said. 'I don't know whether you remember me last Saturday. My name is Jones, Tom Jones. You suggested that if it was quiet my new bride and I could use the large changing room on the end so that she could try on some new lingerie.'

The light dawned on her face.

'Yes, of course Sir. Would you like to choose some items to try on first and I will put a reserved note on the cubicle.'

'But Darling,' Rosie said, in character. 'You did say that I could try the smaller one first to see whether I could manage.'

'Why sure. Just trot off and find something to try then.'

I turned to the young lady as she started walking away, 'Are you on commission, young lady?'

'Please, call me Sophie Sir.' She pushed her left breast out towards me to show me her name. 'And yes I am.'

'Oh good, you will do well with us this morning. Any extra help you can offer will be well rewarded. Firstly put up the reserved sign on the large changing cubicle and secondly when she has chosen some clothes to try on, can you escort Rosie to the smallest closet that you have without a mirror. I think Sophie was ahead of me. 

'Is your young wife say, just a little shy, perhaps.'

'That is putting it mildly. But we are working on it and today is part of the course. I am hoping to have some fun as well. I don't suppose you could find me a bottle of champagne from the wine department and three glasses?'

'I can just pop down and get the Champagne. The glasses might be a bit harder but I will see what I can do after I have taken the young lady to changing room number ten. That is that one on the end down there sir. The least convenient mirror, sorry, I meant the most convenient mirror is possibly the one over there where the men's underwear starts.'

She gave an evil grin. 'Is that okay sir?'

'Perfect thank you Sophie. Do you have any recommendations, perhaps something particularly sexy.' 

'Well Sir, if you are looking for t-backs, you know g-strings, there is a nice selection over there and...' she looked around and pulled down her own panties to hand them over to me, ...these I find particularly fun. They are on the stand as well.'

I accepted them and, in the spirit which they were offered, sniffed them appreciatively. 'I think we are going to enjoy today Sophie. There look she already has a small armful, why don't you go and help her. I have tried to tell her that she will not need many bra and panty sets at all because she will hardly be wearing any, but she seems to think better.'

She disappeared with Sophie while I drifted in the direction of number ten cubicle.

'Oh these are lovely Darling. They fit beautifully.'

'Oh good. Do they look good in the mirror? Come out and show me.'

'There isn't actually a mirror in here darling, but they feel snug so I know they fit.'

'Okay well come out and show me. There is a mirror out here.'

'I can't just walk out in my underwear dear. Anybody could be watching.'

'There is no-one else here but us dear, Not even Sophie is around at the moment. Out you come Darling.'




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 04



I emphasised the last words as an implied threat.

The curtains twitched, her head appeared and looked around. She saw that it was true, that there was actually no-one around. 

She came cautiously out of the cubicle holding her dress in front of her. 

'Rosie, Rosie, Rosie, where is that confident walk that I was seeing five minutes ago? How do you expect to look your best with your shoulders hunched?'

She knew. Even she had been impressed by her walk in those earlier mirrors. 

She threw back her shoulders and stood upright, but with gritted teeth. 

'Okay, where is the mirror?'

'Just by here,' I pointed and, as she walked up to me I grabbed her dress and held it behind me. 

'Don't be silly darling, you cannot look in the mirror with a dress in front of you. The mirror is there near the men's section.' 

'I can't go over there like this,' The rabbit look had returned. I grabbed her hand and walked her over to it. Her head and eyes were swivelling around looking for other customers. As she reached the mirror and looked at herself I heard a voice behind me say 'Very nice Miss, err Mrs Jones, that colour suits you. Oh Mr Jones, Terence here has brought you a bottle of champagne as a courtesy from the management.'

'Sophie thank you so much. Rosie turn around and thank Sophie and Terence nicely for their generous gift.'

Rosie had frozen of course at the first mention of Terence. She turned to see a slightly geeky lad in his mid to late teens standing with his mouth open.

I just waited to see who would move first.

'Oh darling, you might want to think about going back to the cubicle, that gentleman shopping over there has been admiring your bottom now for two or three minutes.'

She walked quickly, but I was delighted to see with dignity, back towards the cubicle. 

'Miss Sophie. Maybe I was wrong, does the larger cubicle have a mirror in it?'

'Oh yes Miss, shall I show you,'

'Thank you yes.'

The three of us moved into the larger cubicle. Terence waited outside with the tray and glasses. I took a seat on the small bench.

Sophie coughed discreetly. 'Miss, if I may say that bra is maybe a little large. Can I ask you to try the smaller one.'

'It fits perfectly,' Rosie said surprised.

'That's the problem Miss. It needs to be a size smaller to push your tits out and make the most of them. You have such lovely tits the only way you should dress is either without a bra altogether or one slightly too small that pushes them up and out and displays them a little more.'

'Good idea, Sophie. Go and get the size smaller and let's try it on.'

She disappeared. 

'Terence, would you like to come in here and pour the wine please.'

Rosie looked askance, '... But Darling.'

'Don't be silly dear. They do not hand out bottles of champagne willy-nilly and we don't want to rub the other customers noses in it do we?'

Sophie returned with the smaller bra.

'There try that one on.'

Everyone waited a moment or two.

'Rosie what are you waiting for. You are taking up all of Sophie's time.'

She nodded her head towards Terence.

'Oh is that all. Terence knows this is a changing room. He will be discreet. It is not as if he has a camera-phone on him. Do you Terence?'

'No sir.'

'There, come on hurry-up, Darling. Anyway it is not as if Terence hasn't seen plenty of naked women every day in these changing rooms. Isn't that right Terence?'

'If you say so sir.'

With four of us in the changing room, there was hardly room for Rosie to turn all the way around. She did so and then turned back so we could see the difference. '

'Don't you think this is a bit... it feels a bit...pushy.'

'Come over here, yes squeeze by Terence so that you can stand in front of the mirror. You don't mind standing in the corner do you Terence holding the tray and the glasses. No I thought not.'

In the end we all agreed, even Rosie reluctantly, that the smaller size did present them beautifully.

'Right,' I said.' I see you only brought in bra and panty sets. I will go and find some examples of other things for you to try on. 32C and 34 hips right?

Sophie would you come and help me please? While I am gone dear just try on the panties you brought with you to make sure they look nice. Sophie will find the smaller bra's in each case when we have finished. Oh and have a glass of bubbly as well. You don't mind waiting in here in case she needs a glass, do you Terence?'

All he could manage was slight shake of the head, his view being transfixed on poor Rosie's body.

Sophie and I left the changing room and she punched me lightly in the ribs.

'You are dreadful sir. That poor girl. With Terence just standing there gawping.'

'Yes, Sophie, he was inspired, where did you find him. And is the champagne really on the management. I will happily pay for it.'

'He is on work placement from the local technical college Sir and no-one knew what to do with him. And no, it really is a gift Sir. I told Mr Graham that you would spend at least £500. I hope that was alright. I am sure if you don't...'

'Terence was an inspiration, so I don't see how you can blame me for her embarrassment. And I expect to spend a lot more than that.' We both laughed.

'Right what we want are just things to try on. We can work out the numbers of each that we will need later. A couple of half slips, some stockings, suspenders, a couple of basques, and a couple of camisoles. Leave the g-strings for now. Did I miss anything?'

'We have a couple of full length slips, that, frankly, are nice enough to wear out as dresses in the right company and perhaps a frilly nightie?'

'That sounds good I will go and see how many of those panties she has tried on?'

We both laughed knowing exactly how many she would have got through. None.

She still had the same pair on of course, but I was delighted to see she was laughing and joking with Terence who was sipping from one of the three glasses.

'Oh darling you are wasting so much time. Come on start trying those panties on please. Terence what do you think of my lovely wife?'

He blushed but the champagne had given him the power of speech. 'She really is lovely, Sir, and very intelligent too Sir. She knows you only have me in here to embarrass her, but she has coped with it. What a Lady, Sir' 

'Thank you. Nicely said, Terence. She is, isn't she, everything a man could want, beautiful, classy and sexy.'

'Yes Sir. Very much so.'

'Thank you Terence. You have made me feel so good,' said Rosie. 

'Right now that we all feel good and we know Terence is here to embarrass you, let us see some of that embarrassment shall we, while you change your panties.' Woah. Brutal huh.

I picked my glass off the tray.

'Perhaps you would like Terence to help you dear.'

She glared at me. 'I am not embarrassed. Terence is a friend.'

And to prove it she lowered her panties to the floor and stiff-legged, bent to retrieve them offering Terence a choice of views. Her bottom and her protruding cuntal lips were prominent as she bent to pick up the panties and he also had a full frontal view in the mirror. She shrugged off the bra as well.

'I guess I will need this off soon won't I Darling.'

I acknowledged her, and particularly her attitude, with a nod of my champagne glass. 

'Now how do I look Terence?'

The view took away what the champagne had donated. 'B..b..b.. eautif .. f..ul Miss.'

Rosie appeared with an armful of clothing.

'Wow, things have moved on a bit here sir. Madam, may I say how beautiful you are. What a wonderful body. You don't need any of these clothes to make you beautiful. Not like the rest of us.'

'Why thank you Sophie. But you do yourself down. You are beautiful as well, isn't she Tom? Please have a glass of champagne as well, but you will have to share the glass with Terence.'

'She certainly is,' I said, 'and fun too. Would you like to start with this g-string first. Sophie tells me it is very comfortable to wear.'

Did I see Rosie give Sophie a slightly jealous, catty look?

She took the string and slipped it on. She gave me a curious look. Tom have you had this next to your skin? It is still warm, almost damp. But you are right Sophie, it is more comfortable than most thongs. Thank you.' 

She smiled graciously, seemingly serene.

I needed to bring her down a peg or two. It would be more fun.

'Right let us see what you have here. Darling do you mind holding my glass in your other hand while I have a look. Thank you. Oh and Sophie, thank you for the loan of your undies but if you do not want to catch a cold you could take your panties back while Rosie is holding the two glasses.'

Now I got the 'if looks could kill look,' from Rosie as Sophie moved in for the kill. She took her time reclaiming and then sniffing the string as I had done earlier. 

'Right let's get moving. We can form a production line here to try on these other pairs of panties. Rosie, you stay still and hold the glasses. I will sort out the clothes for after the panties, Sophie you pull them up for her and make sure they fit and Terence, put that tray down and you stand the other side and when Rosie has approved or disapproved of them, then you can take them off. Keep them in two piles. Buy or not buy.'

Rosie took to it like the Lady she is becoming. All class. She stood there sipping champagne saying, keep, keep, go, as Sophie pulled each pair up her legs I noticed she was also fitting them tightly with her fingers along Rosie's crotch.

I just wished I had my camera with me. 

After about eight sets, there were five in the 'keep' and three in the 'no thanks' pile. 

'We will start with these Sophie and if you could add the matching bras in the agreed size. Next perhaps we can try on the stockings and suspenders.' 

They were easy we all liked the four sets that Sophie had brought out.

Rosie had gone way past the embarrassed stage and was rapidly approaching the 'if you have it flaunt it,' stage. 

She tried on all the suspender belts and two of the pairs of stockings, a dark pair and a white pair without even reaching for her bra or panties. 

The half slips were taken as fine, and selected, which left us with the basques and the full length petticoats. 

'I think we need the basques next. We only seem to have a couple here Rosie and both of those have a full bra. Do you have one with a balconette bra? Where the nipples stand proud.'

'Yes we have just one, I will go and get it.' Sophie disappeared.

'Terence would you mind helping Rosie with those basques. I guess it will be my job eventually but can you show me how they are fitted please. I will take my glass back, thanks Rosie. You may continue to hold yours if you prefer. 

It seemed like she did prefer to hold it rather than give Terence a hand pulling on the basques. He did a sterling job pulling them up, tightening laces where appropriate and arranging her tits inside the cups. 

He did struggle a bit with one, all-in-one style which had three buttons under the crotch to do up. He manfully fiddled until he got them done up. 

Rosie loved them. Well either that or she loved the attention he was giving her. 

Sophie came back with another small pile. 

I asked Rosie to undo the buttons, purely of course to keep the flow of clothes moving along. She took her time over these and again while fitting the balconette bra. She spent so long on her nipples I really thought Rosie was going to orgasm, right there in the changing rooms. She took to rolling her head 

and grunting. We were definitely getting to her.

We were finally down to a couple of full length petticoats.

Rosie was inclined to treat them as the half slips. 'They are fine just include a few my size in a range of colours.'

'No Miss,' said Sophie. 'I did not bring them along as underwear. t thought they might be nice as a party dress. Or you could wear them daytime, depending where you were going. Not incredibly formal do's but a trip to a club or a restaurant perhaps.'

I thought how appropriate they would be at some of Alan's parties.

'I don't think so,' said Rosie reverting to type.' I wouldn't wear those out, surely only a tart would go out in one of these.'

'I have one of these Ma'am,' said Sophie a little sniffily. 'Perhaps you would like to try it on before criticising it.'

Rosie realised that she may have upset Sophie and she was quick to try it on and apologise and accept that. 'Yes you could wear it out.'

Bearing in mind that it was fairly see-through I asked Sophie what she would normally wear under it.'

'As little as possible Sir. Nothing is probably too little as you can just about see through it. Particularly if you stand in front of a window. But full panties will show too much. I prefer a little g-string. 

'Good idea,' I said. Darling, why don't you go with Sophie and find a few strings to go under it. That way it will give you a chance to see how you would feel about wearing it out. There are a few more people in the shop now.'

This was going to be another test, one which she passed after a struggle. I could see the reluctance in her eyes but she enrolled Sophie as a help-mate and asked her to lead her to the G-strings by the shortest possible route. 

They disappeared through the doorway after which I took the liberty of pulling open the curtain a little more, just in case people wanted to watch us. 

'Thank you Terence,' I said drawing a twenty pound note from my pocket. 'You have been wonderful. I think however your fun times have reached a natural conclusion. If you wouldn't mind pouring out the last few inches of bubbly and just standing there in the corner, it would be great.'

He took up a lot of space, leaving the only space available to Rosie and Sophie as a foot or two between the mirror and the half open curtain. 

The girls were quickly back, with Rosie blushing a little, from, as it turned out, a close encounter with two couples in the main aisle. Sophie had taken her the quickest way, not necessarily the most discreet.

'Right just the last slip now to try on, here in front of the mirror. Don't worry about that old curtain. There are not too many people about, yet.

Rosie hastily looked around and realised that no, there was nobody hanging around at this moment so she whipped off one slip and tried on the last one.

'A perfect fit,' I said. 'Why not try one or two of these strings in with them? Which ones do you suggest Sophie? '

'Well my favourite is the one you tried on earlier Miss, the one I was wearing.' 

Go for it girl. Rub it in.

'Shall I put it on you again.'

'Yes, if you have bought a clean one this time.' 

Oooh, war was breaking out.

'Of course Ma'am. Here is my old one and there is the new one I brought with me. Allow me please. Oopps. I have dropped my own one.'

Three sets of eyes followed her hem line as she stooped straight-legged to retrieve her g-string from the floor, waiting just those few seconds longer than necessary in the position. Where she stood in front of the mirror Rosie could only see how low the front dipped and therefore how high the back was likely to have risen. Terence and I however had an amazing view of her lips and the three gold rings adorning them.

She was quick to help Rosie, now standing open-legged in front of the mirror with her back to Sophie, to pull the g-string up her legs. She eased it between her buttocks and took considerably longer than necessary to ease the string through her lips as well. 

'I love this one because it only adorns the front. That butterfly motif only just covers your slit leaving merely a thread through the lips and arse. Ideal for ripping off in a hurry Ma'am. Now just one little improvement I would suggest Ma'am.'

She slipped her arms over Rosies shoulders, hands under the slip until she could firmly palm and then tweak Rosie's nipples.

'There see how they stand out, Ma'am. Do you want to walk out and try them on in public Ma'am.'

I could tell when she was being nasty to Rosie and when sympathetic. The Ma'am was formally slipped in when she wanted to be nasty. Otherwise she was happy calling her Miss.

'Good idea Darling. Why don't you lead her up to the mirror we used before. There is quite a crowd out there now, so it is unlikely that you will need to tweak them again. They normally stand out well in a crowd. Don't they dear?'

If looks could kill again I would be dead for the third or fourth time today.

When they returned again I said 'Rosie. That was fantastic. You walked erect and proud and everyone who looked at you was jealous. The men, because you were not with them, and the women, because they were not you. Isn't that right Sophie?'

'Absolutely Miss. You knocked them dead out there.'

Sophie leaned forward and kissed Rosie deeply on the lips. Rosie staggered slightly, but, I noticed, appeared to be in no hurry to pull away.

When they did eventually separate I asked Sophie to do one more thing for me.

'Of course. What's that sir?' she said coyly. 'We don't have a lot of time now as we are getting quite busy out there, but if Miss doesn't mind being fucked by Terence and you fucked me we would all feel better in about five minutes. Or perhaps you could come back later when I will have more time again.'

I laughed while Rosie and Terence gaped incredulously.

'I hope you don't think I was being a bit forward, Sir, Miss, but judging by the state of her cunt and your two cocks we could all do with a bit.'

Funnily enough we all looked at Terence first. I rarely look at other men's genitals but even I could see that he was well endowed, and that we were both sporting woodies.

'Actually, as attractive as that sounds, it was not what I had in mind. Would you mind hopping up here on the chair and showing Rosie your rings, just in case we would like to think about having them done at a later time.'

Of course I can. But I am disappointed that I'm not going to get shagged here today. Still, on reflection I have you for the rest of the morning don't I Terence. Maybe you can make yourself useful after all.'

We all laughed, even Rosie who was coming to see Sophie as a 'Tart with a Heart' I guessed. The down-side was that it might give her second thoughts about wearing those slips in public again.

She was fascinated by the rings however and we spent a good five minutes playing with them, tugging them up and down, using them to separate her labia. 

After that little interlude Sophie said firmly, 'Terence, after all that you will definitely wait in here for me. I will be back as soon as I have rung up all these goods, about ten or fifteen minutes. Here play with these to keep yourself amused.'

She threw him the g-string which she had carefully rolled around her wrist. 

It was time to go. We left Rosie to dress again, not that it would take long with no underwear to put on, while I accompanied Sophie to the till with Rosies credit card 

'You have not really married her 'ave you Sir. You don't seem suited somehow.'

'No,' I smiled. 'Unfortunately she is already married to someone else. Otherwise I wouldn't have minded. She is not really as straitlaced as she likes to think she is. That's what I am doing with her. Bringing her out to the real world.'

'Blimey Sir what a job. Are you a psychologist or whatever it is, or maybe a sex therapist. I always wanted to go out with a sex therapist. They have them in America don't they Sir?'

'I guess I am a sort of sex therapist at the moment. What a lovely thought. 

Look I am busy this week, but the week after that I should have some free time again. Perhaps you would like to model some underwear for me that I might end up giving you as a present. Are you always here in the mornings?'

'Always Sir, the earlier the better. In fact if you meet me outside one day about six we can use the bedroom department. There is usually a spare bed or two in there that time of the morning.'




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 04



I laughed, my head full of notions about the orgy going on every morning in the bedding department.

'We have a date. Thank you for today.' I slipped her thirty pounds and my business card and telephone number.

'Ooh, you don't need to give me money Sir. Don't forget I am on commission. This will be a lot more than that.' 

She gave it back to me. 'Also I know that if I give it back to you, you will come and see me. Right?'

Again I laughed. 'Now who's the psychologist. But you are right. See you next week.'

I leaned forward to kiss her cheek to find her tongue immediately over my lips. 

I enjoyed for a couple of seconds before pulling away.

'If you keep that up you will have to tell them in here that I am your long-lost Dad or something.'

'I don't think so,' she said. 'Not with what I have got in mind for you.'

I laughed but she didn't. I was already looking forward to next week.

I saw Rosie coming towards me looking flushed, so picked up all the bags and with a little wave we were on our way back to the car.

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Authors note. 

Thank you for your lovely comments. Much appreciated. Please keep them coming- good or bad, that's how we learn. 3 More chapters after this one will be ready by the end of the week- written- but proofreading still.



A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 05



We strolled back to the car, me laden with parcels, her practising her 'fuck-me' walk. I noticed that she had the top two buttons of her dress undone and also the bottom two as well. 

'Well, tell me then?' 

'Tell you what?'

'What took you so long to get dressed and say good-bye to Terence?' 

She went quiet. 'Nothing.'

'You are a truly dreadful liar. No wonder Alan trusts you to tell him what you get up to.'

Now she did go pale. 'Oh I never thought about telling Alan.'

'Oh, so you did let him fuck you then?'

Truth to tell, I was a bit pissed if they had. I hadn't had her yet, although I did feel it was only a matter of time.

'N..n..noo. I just gave him a little kiss, which turned out to be quite a long kiss. And well I touched his... well you know... only though his trousers, of course. But then when he touched me back, my dress wasn't completely done up down the front, in fact it wasn't done up at all so he put his hands all over me and I ... well.. I ...'

'Yes.'

'I came. He put his fingers in me and I came all over them. I am so embarrassed.'

I felt it was time for me to move up a gear so I put my hand in her lap, parted her legs and felt her sopping slit. She was telling the truth. There was no sign of semen.

She seemed to accept it as my right to check. I wondered whether Alan checked her out from time to time.

'Did you enjoy it?' 

'Well, yes. I came didn't I? I don't often do that while making love even.'

'Then that's all right then. We had an enjoyable morning shopping. Did Terence come?'

'No. I did sort of offer to help him, but he said he was frightened in case he could not get hard again when Sophie came back.'

She laughed her good humour now re-established. 'And I don't blame him. She is a scary one isn't she? But fun though.'

I concurred. I did not think it was the time to tell her of my appointment next week.

'Right, next mall for two more shops and lunch. More underwear. This one is a bit further away.'

We travelled another twenty minutes before pulling into an up-market mall with a Victoria's Secrets.

'Come on, lunch first,' I said, turning into a nice Spanish wine bar. It has long been a particular favourite of mine, partly for the tapas which are excellent, but also they have a table top and stools set against the window with no modesty rail. 

I collected a menu and a bottle of white Rioja and guided her over to the window stools. The senorita came over for the tapas order and while waiting we sipped our wine. The white Rioja has a characteristically nutty flavour which goes particularly well with the Iberican ham. I have been told that is because the pigs grow up eating a lot of acorns but that is probably just Spanish marketing bull.

Anyway the wine and the lovely tapas were enough to make Rosie forget that she did not have a modesty bar in front of her legs. While she was a lady and was never going to spread her legs to give the sort of view that recommended me to this place, she was showing a fair amount of thigh.

We were halfway through the bottle when I felt that the time was right to proceed. She was either beginning to read my mind or more likely I took a deep breath, or gave some other sort of 'tell' before putting into action my next plan.

'So what is it now? We can never just relax and enjoy our time together without you putting me under a bit more pressure.'

'How well you know me,' I said.

I leaned over and undid another button, this one just below her bust. She held her breath. She had no underwear on of course but you could now see that she had not even got a support bra on. The areolae were just about still hidden as the top folded itself back.

She began to breathe again. 'I cannot believe I am doing this. I am sitting here exposing my body to the world. What have you done to me? I would never have done this, even a week ago. You must know that you frighten me. If you can do this to me in a week what could you do in a year?'

That had never occurred to me. I know I had been keeping the pressure on her, but I had never forced her. Well, maybe once or twice at the beginning.

'The thing is, this is you. I am only releasing what is inside. I am making you realise that your last six or seven years, in fact ever since puberty, have been wasted. You could have been enjoying this all earlier and still have done well at Uni. Swivel to face me.'

She did and I leaned forward and undid the third button from the bottom. This one was the challenge. The next button up was right on her pudenda, which meant that everything below that was now open. You would be able to see her compressed lips and dripping slit if she opened her legs.

'Christ Tom.' Now I knew she was suffering. This was the first time I had heard her blaspheme.

'Christ Tom, that's me showing everything, I can't walk around the mall like this.'

'I'll tell you what. I will be fair. Stay like this for now and when we leave I will go a moment or two before you. You follow me out and walk towards me and if I can see any flesh down there I will tell you and you can do up that last button again. I know you are showing a lot now, or at least you would be if your legs were open, but by the time you stand up and the dress settles I reckon the done-up button will be at least one inch below your crotch.'

She nodded and swigged back her glass of wine expecting a refill.

I topped her glass up. 

'Where's the toilet?' she asked.

'Up the stairs to the left of the bar.' I laughed.

Her lips pursed. 'Those steep straight steps under the low ceiling which covers your upper body after only three or four paces?'

'I nodded. 'Those very selfsame steps, oh look there is someone coming down them now. See how they hide your upper body until almost the bottom four stairs. Do you see how everyone looks to see what the body is like that accompanies the legs? Can you imagine what will be happening if the button is not an inch below your crotch? Can you feel the wind now on your lips as your dress separates above your crotch.? Can you see your lips shine, dewy wet, and open as you walk down the stairs?'

'I don't think I can go.' 

'I think I will order another bottle then and we can wait until you do want to go.'

'Bastard,' she smiled. The unspoken dare was on. She climbed the steps. Hardly anybody looked. Even though she was attractive the dress fell almost to the back of her knees.

Now I held my breath to see whether she chickened and did that third button up before descending.

I had to breathe. If I had not I would have been dead twice over before I saw her shoes appear below the low ceiling line.

Another step and ankles and calves appeared. There was no way she was hurrying. I expected her to have done up that last button. But no. The button was still undone.

She was taking it slowly, the advantage being that the wind caused by her very movement was less, but she was so slow that it gave the entire wine bar the opportunity to turn around. 

I could not tell you whether I saw flesh or not. If i did, and I think I did, it was no more than a fleeting glance. She had made the bar go quiet. Certainly every man in the establishment, including the manager and the two barmen were looking. One of the barmen raised a glass to her in acknowledgement.

She rejoined me at the table and I heard her exhale.

'Wow, that was a rush. I am so horny. I need Alan right now. I am so wet I am sure I felt something trickling down my thighs. I just don't like to look. I mopped myself up once before I came down. You must think I am dreadful telling you all this. I have never felt like this.

I laughed at her. 'You need Alan you said? Would Terence do?'

She gave me a dirty look. 'Don't be disgusting. You know as well I do that of course he would do. I would just rather it was Alan. For fuck's sake even you would nearly do.'

'Only nearly?'

'Yes, I would rather cut my nose off to spite my face than give you any pleasure. You are the bastard that got me into this state.'

I called the waitress for the bill and yet again presented Rosie's credit card. 

'Now I am going to buy you a present. Let's go. Do you want me to check out the hemline as I said I would.'

'No, let us just go. Nobody raped me on the way down the stairs. I will know by the expression on the passer-bye's faces what they can see. So what is this present you are going to buy me?'

'Well we are going to Victoria's Secrets, so it will come as no surprise that it is underwear. Here we are now, you go off and see if there is anything else you want here while I buy it. You can try it on for me later.'

I picked up my purchase, and put it in my pocket. It did not take up a lot of space. I had a quick look around but could not see her. The store was busy so I did not feel I could call into the changing rooms until I found her, so I just sat and waited.

I must have waited nearly half an hour, by which time there was only one cubicle that I had been unable to identify as not her. She came out with a small armful of beautiful lingerie. She had simple strings another basque, a tiny corset with a matching set of panties, bra and suspenders, and two camisoles with suspenders attached to the hem. I realised that we now did not need to visit Ann Summers, which was to have been my last port of call for the camisoles with suspenders. I knew we also could have got them there but this would save me the journey to yet another mall. While I wanted to visit a sex shop of some sort with her in the near future I thought that I might leave it until tomorrow when Emily was with us again. 

Alan's card took another drubbing, which did give me some satisfaction, particularly as he was away and unable to benefit from the purchases. 

'I think it is home time,' I said. 'It will be five before we are home. Not that I am in a particular rush if you have anywhere else you want to go. We could just have one small diversion. You need shoes. I was going to do that tomorrow with Emily, but we can probably do a different shop while we are here.'

There was an up-market shop that I knew sold some Manolo Blahnik's, Dior and Kurt Geiger at improbably expensive prices but they did have a good selection, if only to look at. 

As we walked through the door to the shop she whispered in my ear, 'I have no underwear on, can I do the button up please?' 

I surprised her by saying, 'If you really need to.'

She didn't but just had a good look round. Eventually a sales lady approached her and asked if she could help. I saw her indicate a couple of pairs and discuss sizes. The lady disappeared to the stock room and Rosie went to take a seat where she had been pointed. No button. I saw her pull on the dress, to lower it as much as possible before seating cross legged. She was showing a lot of thigh but no pussy. She had also wiped herself free of drips while in Victoria's secrets. 

I silently applauded her aplomb as she tried on, and eventually purchased, the two pairs without ever separating her legs and allowing the sales lady to see her lack of underwear. 

We left the store with her in a high old mood. I was so glad that it was not my card that she was using. 

Now at last we got back to the car and stowed all the new packages in the boot.

As we waited to exit the down ramp onto the one way system, I reached across and undid the fourth button from the top of her dress. Now you could see the areolae fairly clearly, and even a hint of a nipple. As I said to her, it was not as if even her nipples were anything but dark pink. They were not deep brown or even almost black as you would find on a girl with Latin roots. 

We were just about to join the motorway when I said, 'Oh look there is a pink car. There are not many that colour on the roads. What colour do you think there are least of?' 

'Pink I guess,' she said idly, as if it was unimportant. Which at this stage to her it was.

'Okay I will bet you every button on your dress against seeing three pink cars between now and home. One car, one button.'

'Okay,' she said. 

That surprised me.

'And you have five buttons on your shirt. You get yellow. Not as rare as pink but still unusual.

We had spotted three yellow cars before we saw our first pink one.

My shirt was now flapping a little bit with the wind from the open window. 

'Top button please,' I said, just to remind her. 

She grinned and the now open button gave here tits their first real sign of fresh air. The wind from the windows had easily pushed the sides of the dress either side of her breasts.

Two more yellow cars came by us and suddenly my shirt was completely open. One of the advantages of working for myself when times are quiet is to be able to go to the gym. I was not twenty five any more but I was pretty fit generally. No love handles. 

'Right how many articles of clothing do you have on,' she said.

'Three plus shoes and socks.'

'Well you cannot take those off while you are driving. Every future yellow car is now an article of clothing.

It was looking like I was going to be naked before she was. So far we had seen five yellow cars and only one pink one. 

Then my luck changed and we saw another pink one, a small Fiat. 

I cheered as she undid the bottom button. 

Now the skirt would flap open around her crotch, I thought.

Two yellow cars in quick succession saw me driving in my boxers. My trousers were round my knees. I was still five miles from her house.

As we turned off the motorway I saw a pink car heading the other way. 

'Yes,' I shouted, getting slightly carried away.

'I didn't see it,' she said with a sly look. 'Still I guess I will have to take your word for it. You wouldn't lie to me about something that important would you?'

I acknowledged that no, of course I wouldn't.

She undid the last button, the one just below her belly button and the dress flapped wide open. At the risk of having an accident I allowed my fingers to brush her left breast, the nearest one to me and run my finger down to her thigh. 

She eased her legs apart. As we entered her village my finger entered her. She looked slightly nervous. If we had to stop now, at traffic lights or the crossing in the middle of the village, there was a strong possibility that she might know someone. We didn't. We sailed serenely through the village and into her road without seeing another yellow car. 

As we sailed up her driveway my finger was making squelchy noises in her slit. 

Now was my time. If I couldn't fuck her now I was never going to be able to. 

For all my normal confidence, with her I just did not know how to suggest it. The fact that I was practically there already should have made it easier but somehow, knowing how faithful she wanted to be made it difficult for me.

Rosie did not even bother to go to the boot to pick up her packages. She pulled her keys from her purse opened her door and said, 'Hurry, I need you. Now.'

My prayers had been answered. I passed her dress halfway up the stairs.

Her shoes nearly made it to her bedroom door. 

My trousers were left in the car. My boxers were with her dress on the stairs. My shoes mingled with her shoes on the landing. I must have looked an idiot hopping through the bedroom door trying to remove my socks. 

She was lying on the bed, legs spread wide, one hands on a breast. The other was deep inside herself.

I moved it as I lowered my mouth to her clit. My fingers found their old hunting ground along her slit. Desire oozed from her lips. 

She groaned at that first contact with her clitoris.

'Oh Tom please fuck me quickly. This is not the time to prove how good a lover you are. I believe Emily, and so does Alan, so please just fuck me now and show me later.'

I was doing alright until she mentioned Alan, I didn't quite go soft but it was a bit of a turn off.

I decided however just to humour her and fuck her this time around. I would make love to her later. She quickly achieved a rolling orgasm that I managed to roll for four or five minutes.

I knew that her clitoris would be sensitive so gave her some leeway before I started to drive again with hard long strokes. I was delighted to hear her call my name. It wasn't Alan or even Terence. It was Tom.

It did not take me long to fill her with my seed. We had never discussed birth control. I just hoped she was on it.

We both fell asleep for a while. I awoke after nearly an hour with a very dry mouth. I hit the fridge in the kitchen before going out to the car, to retrieve the shopping bags and my present for her. I was still naked of course. There was nothing shy about me.

I managed to make enough noise quietly to wake her up. She smiled dreamily at me while I suggested we shower. 

She nodded, but I was not sure whether she was agreeing that we needed one, or was looking forward to getting me into her shower. 

If it wasn't the latter she made a good job of pretending and my insecurities, my conscience, if the truth was known began to wither and die as she soaped my cock and began to finger my rear passage. 

I have never been known as someone with too much conscience, so it was difficult for me to reconcile my worries, with my position as Adultery Tutor in Chief. She obviously loved Alan and I was not yet sure of my position in her firmament. 

However she was making it fairly clear that I was her number one for the moment. At least while I was in the shower, I thought to myself. 

She brought me back to erect by trying to swallow my cock down her throat. She was not an expert, but she made a good attempt. More experienced ladies than her have often tried and failed to take me all in their throat. 

We kissed. I let my soapy fingers idly play with her nipples. I kissed her neck and shoulders. It never fails, and I enjoy it as well. A win double. 

We had been a while in the shower and I was itching to get back to her bed. I turned off the water and started to pat her dry with one of the large soft towels that adorned the shower-room. She tried to dry me at the same time but I was little bothered that I was still damp as I picked her up and carried her to the bed. 

'Make love to me please Tom.' She giggled. 'Show me these skills that Emily hints at and that Alan is so jealous of, that he asks me every night if we have made love yet. Yet. Yet. That is the word. He assumes that we will. And of course now we have. Except we haven't have we. So far you have only fucked me. Now we are going to make love.'

She giggled again.' Oh just in case I miss any of these special techniques will you point them out to me. I would hate to miss them.'

'You minx,' I said. 'Here we go then technique one. Do not miss this one it is very important.'

'Oh really, she said. 'What is it? Show me big boy.'

I sat on the bed, pulled her over my knee and started slapping her bottom. 

'Technique one. Always redden any bottom that you can get your hands on. Especially if it belongs to a teasing little minx that thinks she knows it all.'

I kept the belabouring going probably for a dozen more than I intended. 

'Technique two. Make their bottoms feel better after reddening.

I kissed her bottom and dried her crocodile tears. I rang my finger up and down her slit alternating a few seconds at either end. Her clit at one end and her bum-hole at the other. 

Technique three. If one is at hand, now is the time to proffer a present that will take their mind entirely off the spanking. The result will be a happy young lady with a present in her hand and a warm and glowing bum. Paradise.

I handed over a little box from Victoria's Secrets.

She opened it, and yes, technique three worked wonders. Her tears dried and she rapidly became happy and animated. 

'Oh it's pearls. How lovely. But I thought you said it was underwear. But they are not a jeweller?'




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 05



I took them off her and held them up as they were meant to be worn. 'It is underwear, look it is a g-string made entirely of pearls. This is the waist band. These two strings of pearls that meet down here go down the front from the waistband, over your pudenda. The single string then goes between your lips, over your back passage and up the crack in your backside before rejoining the waistband. As soon as you had shaved off your hair I knew I wanted to get you one. Try it on. '

'Oh it is beautiful,' she said. 'It feels so heavy, will it stay up?'

'You'll see. You can adjust it here, to make the waist larger or smaller, and also the string between your legs can also be adjusted for size. Now see here, once I pull that up between your legs, you will find that you clamp on it anyway. Your muscles may get a little tired at first but if you wear it more than just once a flood you will get used to it. Now walk up and down.'

Ohhhh Tom. This feels, oohh... oohh,... ohh...I don't know ooh,.. outrageous.'

I shall have an orgasm just walking around. '

I don't think it is that strong but if you want one you can get a little vibrator and wrap the string part of the pearls around it before inserting it in you. You will find that all of the pearls will vibrate where they touch against another one. 

And the other little thing is that here in the box are various designs to fill in the triangular gap over your pudenda, should you want to. There is a butterfly, see. Or a bird. Or just a pattern. Or a couple of inserts that look like tattoos.'

She was still walking about the room enjoying the sensation.

I pulled her towards me and deep-kissed her. 'Now to get back to my tried and tested techniques, the next one is the most important of all. Never let the lady lose track of the fact that the only reason you are here is to make love to her. Particularly do not let her get carried away with your present. I gently kissed her nipples while slipping my hand down her back to seize the back of the pearl string. 

'That is of course, unless the present can become an aid to love making, like this.'

I pulled on the back string moving all the pearls an inch or two up her crack before pulling them back from the front. There was no sign of the pearls now, they were deeply buried between her lips.

With my lips and tongue alternating between her lips and her nipples and my fingers moving the pearls an inch or two at a time up and down her slit she was rapidly approaching another small orgasm.

I laid her back down on the bed and this time buried my mouth between her legs. I did not think that I needed to emphasise how important the technique for licking pussy is. If she did not know already she very soon would.

I pulled her further up the bed manhandling her at will. I flipped her over and kissed her back gently massaging her gluteal muscles before running my lips down her calves to her feet. I kissed and licked her toes, before individually sucking them into my mouth. 

I moved back up her legs this time spending time licking and probing her anal passage. I pulled and tugged the pearls again so that her lips and clit were always receiving a changing pressure. After more time spent on her buttocks I moved north to her neck and ears. I flipped her again, kissed along her arms and gave her palms and fingers the treatment I had earlier given her toe. 

She was by now putty in my hands. She was groaning or moaning or sometimes just giggling quietly to herself. There was a smile on her face as wide as if she had just won the lottery.

I was in two minds whether to move back down her body into a sixty-nine or just run my lips down her chest back to her nipples. I decided this was just for her and any enjoyment I got would be in seeing her happy. 

I teased those nipples until I thought she was just about to come. I pinched them firmly and flicked her clit with my tongue and she came again. 

It was time now to enter her again. I moved her legs apart and eased my-self inside her over two or three slow minutes. Even though she was wet enough for me to enter at a stroke I knew that by slowing it down it would bring her to an even better climax.  

I could feel my pubic hair tickling her clit. Our pubic bones were pushing against each other. I gradually increased my pace and rhythm until we were in harmony. She came again. She was in a little world of her own. She was tight though and every stroke had me trying to remember and recite one to twenty in Japanese. Quickly even this exercise failed and her enjoyment and abandonment led me to release deep inside her again as she reached her fourth orgasm.

We lay revelling in each other's bodies until I started to shrink inside her. I slipped myself out causing both of us to shiver as our sensitive genitalia responded again.

She looked at me, her eyes boring deeply into my own.

'Is that it then? Is that the best you can do?'

Before I could come back with a snappy answer she put her fingers over my lips for silence. 

'Listen if the next time we make love is only one quarter as good as that, I will accept you into my arms and into my bed at any time. Without wishing to make you even more big-headed, I think I know what Emily was talking about. I have no idea what I am going to tell Alan. How do I tell him how wonderful that was? Mind you, I guess he knows by now if the cameras were working. Luckily he is not a jealous man. As I believe you know.'

I spoke at last. 'I have really no idea what sort of man he is inside.'

I was aware that the cameras and sound were probably picking up every word.

'I do know that he is an exceptionally clever, lucky and personable guy, who was unable to change you, the way he wanted to change you, himself. That was probably because he loved you so much the way you were, that he could not find it in himself to treat you as badly as I have done. I may have been lucky that I believe under my guidance you have found much of your inner self.

Without wishing to break up a lovely moment I must go home. I have no wish to wake up in the morning here as I know that we would get nothing done tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. Emily will be here at ten and we have a lot to do.

Your homework tonight is to explain to Alan quite how you have reconciled your activities today with your love for him. I know how strong it is, how many times in a day you mention his name, but he may need reassurance after watching us tonight. And don't forget to tell him about Terence. I hope he will find that harder to forgive than the last hour or so with me. I have taken no photos today I am afraid, but tell him I will make up for it tomorrow. By the end of tomorrow I expect you to be matching or even leading Emily in the pursuit of sexual fun. And that will take some doing. Believe me.

A bientot petite.'

It was on the way home that I began to think about Alan and whether he was really going to be happy with me seducing his wife. Especially if he watched the view from the cameras and saw how much she enjoyed it. He didn't look the sort of man that you would choose to cuckold. Still he was taking me on trust that I would not sell the photographs I guess, so I would have to take him on trust that he would not decide to break my back because he had changed his mind. 

Trust.?



A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 06



I had told Rosie that Emily was coming at ten, but I hadn't told her that I was turning up at nine. I was hoping her to catch her undressed and unaware. I did.

I wondered whether she had looked through the 'door peephole' before she answered the door. She threw it open wearing a very see-through, shortie nightie that we had bought the day before. Actually I really hoped that she had not looked through the peephole. 

'Good morning wifey. You look delectable this morning.'

She did have the grace to give me a proper kiss this time.

'Did you look through the peephole before you answered the door to me?'

'Yes,' she admitted. 

'I am disappointed. What would you have done if it had been the postman?'

'I don't know,' she answered honestly. She is just so honest it hurts.

'I would like to think that I would have opened the door to him. That's what you and Alan want isn't it? I think I would have opened it but stayed mainly behind it. I would have given him a little tease perhaps as I took the mail in. Anyway maybe we will find out soon. He hasn't been yet.' 

'Perfect. I turned up early to take a few photos for Alan. I didn't get any yesterday. He will be having withdrawal symptoms. How about a coffee please?'

She made me a coffee and some toast while we chatted about the weather and how Alan was enjoying himself in Germany. 

The doorbell rang. 

'That maybe the postman. Don't look. Just answer the door and then hide behind it if you need to. Make sure you give him a flash if you have to sign for anything.

I stood in the kitchen doorway and she was as good as gold. 

Her little faux blush as she realised it was the postman maybe wasn't a faux blush. It may have been real. From where I was standing I reckoned he could maybe see her left breast, just. Wonder of wonders, he had a small parcel she had to sign for. She had to almost fully open the front door to reach both arms around to sign and then hold the parcel. Just her right leg was probably hidden. 

'Thank you,' I heard her say as she closed the door. 

'I hoped he thanked you as well,' I said.

'You are naughty, but yes he did. Should I have offered him a cup of coffee?' She batted her eyelids at me.

'Now who's being naughty?'

I took a couple of photographs as she stood there drinking her coffee, looking a million dollars.

'Okay now remember what is happening in here tomorrow. The workmen are arriving and sooner or later we will be taking some photographs of you in here.

So I am going to start acclimatising you to that. Firstly if I were you I would move all the staples that you will need on a regular basis somewhere handy. Coffee, tea, sugar, cups, biscuits. That sort of thing.'

'I don't keep biscuits in the house. We never really snack on them, nor really sugar. I might be able to find some icing sugar.'

'Well you will need them. All builders take at least two spoonfuls of sugar and at least two biscuits with every cup they have so we will need to get them today. Buy instant coffee and tea bags if all you have is this wonderful Columbian blend coffee and Earl Grey tea. They will prefer to make their own usually and that will be a lot easier on you. What am I saying? Of course with you wandering around in the nude they will much prefer you to be making it. I can see you now, standing close, pushing out your tits and looking into the foreman's eyes and saying 'One lump or two? Is this sweet enough for you? More milk?' He will love that.'

'Don't even think about it. I find the whole idea repugnant. We don't really have to take photos in here do we? Or at least if we do can we not put up a temporary screen? That will be titillating enough won't it?'

It was interesting that she, in her heart of hearts, had actually accepted that we would be taking photos in here and she would be exposing herself at some stage to the workmen. She had started to move a few mugs from the cupboard over the work surface to the far side of the room.

'How many men do you think will be here?'

'It is difficult to say really. Day one, a plasterer and his assistant, an electrician or two, a plumber or two and a couple of general builders perhaps. No more than nine or ten. They will be here probably until Friday maybe Saturday, and then after that there will probably be a few less specialists and a couple more general builders to fit the cupboards and white goods that are due for delivery Monday morning.'

'That's a lot of people.' 

'Take your panties off.'

'What?'

'You heard.'

'Why?'

'Are you going to question every order and pose I give you while we are taking these photos?'

She looked sullen. 'No, but why now? I will feel undressed without them.'

'That, my dear Rosie, is entirely the point. Did I not say I was acclimatising you to the idea.'

'No wait,' I stopped her from actually removing them.

'After all that prevarication. I am going to make it a bit harder for you so that next time you will do things immediately please. Help me move this table in front of the window.'

'Why? What are .... Sorry. I shouldn't have asked.'

We moved the table.

'Right now stand on the table and take your panties down. No crouching. Standing upright and straight legged. There is probably only me around but we can but hope someone will come past the kitchen window.'

She slowly started to ease the gauzy panties that matched her nightie off her backside.

'Wait,' she said. 'I know it is not yet ten o'clock but pour me a glass of wine from the fridge. There is a glass there on the draining board.'

I did so and passed it up. She drank it one go. What a waste of a good Chablis. A Picpoul maybe but Chablis should be savoured. I refilled it and passed the second glass up. She took just a little longer with this one. 'Put the radio on. It will be on a 70's music channel.'

Abba rang out through the kitchen. I knew what she wanted to do. She was going to dance for me. I poised the camera ready. 

We both knew what she was going to do,

'Do you have to take photos?'

Knowing that there were already security cameras probably on her I mimed the word 'camera' and looked around. 

She shrugged and started dancing.

She didn't actually take off her panties until halfway through the second song which appropriately enough was Queen's Fat Bottomed Girls. I was loathe to draw the simile.

I got some lovely photographs as the light through the window made her nightie even more translucent than before. 

At the end of the song she curtsied. I wondered whether she realised how much that actually had revealed while standing on the kitchen table.

I shooed her back on to the stage. 

'Well finish it off then. At least do a full striptease. You can't wind me up and just stop there.'

I heard a sharp intake of breath but as Michael Jackson started to belt out BillyJean she rose to her feet and started dancing again. 

She teased me with the hem until eventually she pulled it completely off as the record was ending. She bowed and, as she started to move down from the table, the front doorbell rang.

'Stay standing there.' I said in a firm tone. 'Do not cover yourself up. It is probably only Emily and we will give her a surprise. Even if it is not Emily I still do not want to see you cover up.'

Her bottom lip began to quiver. This was a big test. How the hell do you explain away that you are standing naked on a kitchen table in front of the windows.

I looked through the peephole. It was Emily. I quickly opened the door and put my fingers over her lips to indicate that I did not want her to speak. 

'Hello George,' I said. 'I was not expecting you until tomorrow.'

'Oh really. Of course, just a few measurements. Yes why not. Can we get you a cup of coffee while you do it. It will give you a chance to meet the lady of the house, Mrs Taylor. We will both be around while you are working.'

I turned into the kitchen door with Emily behind me. I paused meaning that she had to pause still just out of sight.

'Oh, Mrs Taylor, PLEASE DON'T MOVE. Can I introduce to you....'

Rosie looked horrorstruck , but at least she hadn't moved. She had no idea what to do. I wondered whether she would faint.

'....Emily Thompson.'

Emily came round the corner and burst out laughing.

'You absolute bastard. I cannot believe you would do that.'

'I am so sorry my dear, I would never have stayed quiet if I had known the situation you were in. You bastard. I will never trust you again,'Emily said.

I could see the glint in her eye. She thought it was as funny as I did.

Rosie had slumped to the table, her heart was pounding. I wondered whether she was going to start hyper-ventilating. She lay on her back, knees up taking deep breaths trying to bring herself under control. 

I poured her another glass of wine and gave Emily one as well. 

'Are you alright. I am sorry about my little trick, but you were so good not to move.'

She was almost back to normal now. She sat on the table eyeing me in a fashion that had she been a Rottweiler would have made me want to run. 

'What would I have told him that I was doing up there? Cleaning the windows, in the nude perhaps? Measuring for new curtains in the nude or the truth, that I was doing a striptease for a perverted sex maniac with a sense of humour that will come back to haunt him one day.'

I could offer no easy words to make her feel better, so I just suggested that she go and have her shower and that by the time she came out Emily would have found some clothes for her to wear as we were going shopping again.

She just shook her head sorrowfully as she passed me. I suspected that it was going to be a while before she recovered. 

Emily waited until she thought Rosie was out of earshot before starting to giggle. 

Oh Tom, that really was dreadful. How on earth did you get her up there in the first place? Did you just ask her for a striptease?'

And then a change of tack. 'You've shagged her now haven't you. I can see it in your face. And she wouldn't have done that for you yesterday either. Was it good? Of course it was good. It always is with you. She will forgive you. Eventually. Just don't ask too much too soon.'

Another change of tack. 'So what's the plan for today?'

I explained that I wanted to spend the day flashing men somewhere. I guessed in a mall, or maybe we could go to the beach. She did need to buy some shoes. We did buy a couple of pair yesterday but it was a lady shop-assistant and even though Rosie had no knickers on she managed to discretely hide herself. So we need a couple of shoe and maybe clothes shops with male assistants. We need lunch somewhere that you can both show a lot of leg. What about the King's Mall in Watford, that will have everything we need and it is not too far either? 

Go and find her a nice short soft skirt, not leather, too firm, too easy to flash as it would stay straight and flat over her knees as she separates them. I want the material to fall between her legs and cover her. That way it is so much harder and more intense to flash. She will have to pull the skirt right up her thighs, to stop it falling between her knees. A blouse, with a bustier pushing her tits out perhaps, or a loose tanktop, or again perhaps one of those camisoles. Anything that shows her tits off. We bought some lovely undies yesterday. Ask her for a quick fashion show if you like while you choose. And ask her to wear her pearls.' 

She looked at me a little puzzled.

'She'll show you.'

I thought that after my little jape I should give them some girly time, It seemed to work, By eleven we were ready to go and the girls were buzzing. 

'I loved those pearls Tom. Will you buy me some?'

What could I say. No, I only buy these for the girls I really fancy. 

Woah. That was unfair. I still did fancy Emily but she couldn't hold a candle to Rosie. Was I falling a bit? I brought myself back to the question I was asked. There was only really one answer. If I said No Rosie would have felt uncomfortable. When I say yes she just feels I will buy them for anyone I have shagged perhaps. That reminds me maybe I should but some for Sophie in the dress shop next week. Perhaps I ought to go and buy a job lot. 

'Yes I will. They may have a shop here in Watford that sells them. I will look.'

I hadn't been driving long before I could sense that Rosie was fidgeting beside me. 

'Are you okay, do you need the toilet?'

'No I'm fine.'

Until eventually, 'No I'm not fine. Finger me please Tom. These pearls are driving me mad, rubbing up and down against my clit and I am not even walking at the moment.'

I laughed. 'Yes I have been told that is one of the perks.'

Bad choice of phrase Tom. Made it sound like I have bought many of them over the years. 

I was not slow to accede to her request to finger her however. I gave her a small 'O' just as we arrived at the mall car park. 

'Let's go and get a coffee first while we plan the shopping,' I suggested. 

'So far I have been pretty bad at telling you in advance what I want you to do and what the aim of the day was. For example when we went shopping for undies it wasn't just to get the undies it was to shock you a little with Sophie. Wasn't Terence a bonus. It also showed you how a lot people live out their fantasies in the real world. In your case Rosie our problem is that you don't have the fantasies to enact, so first we have to show you what you have been missing. The main aim is to get Rosie to actually enjoy flashing people. We will start off after coffee with a couple of shoe shops, because you do need some sexy four or five inch heels Rosie. If it is okay with you Emily I will use you as the example to show Rosie the sort of things she might like to try.'

'Delighted,' said Emily. 'I was looking forward to the day anyway and you just made it better.'

'Okay let's start with a nice easy one. Emily while we are sipping our coffees here why don't you go up that escalator and see if you can pick up a watcher or two to follow you up the stairs. Then come back and finish your coffee.'

She grinned and was straight up on her feet. 'I am sorry Sir, I have already made a big mistake. I put panties on this morning. At least, not full panties but a little g-string. Would you like me to remove it?'

'No I don't think so.' I said slowly. Both girls looked at me as if I had two heads. 'I hope it wasn't a favourite as it might be ruined by the time I have finished with it. Here are a pair of nail scissors. I would like you to cut one side strap so that if you do not hold them tight they will fall off you. Then I want you to lose them halfway up the escalator with your watchers still behind you. I am sure that the amount of noise you will make when it happens will alert anyone around you as to the problem. And of course when you pick them off the floor you will naturally stay stiff legged. Oh and don't forget to bring them back, we might need them to do the same again a little later.'

'Naturally,' gulped Emily. 'I am glad we are starting out easy. I would hate to be trying something difficult.'

She discretely sat down and snipped through the right side of the g –string's waistband. 

'Oh wow, I am not sure I am even going to make the escalator.' 

'Try holding your purse against the cut strap over your skirt,' suggested Rosie.

Emily stood up. 'Yes that's better.' 

We watched as she apparently aimlessly ambled towards a shop window near the escalator. We watched a couple of workmen come out of the games-shop and head towards her. She bent over to apparently rub her heel to give the guys an idea of what she might do before stepping out directly towards the escalator. They stepped on about five steps behind her and two single men appeared as if from nowhere and also stood a step or two below that. 

A small shriek rent the air. 'Oh my god, my panties,' as we watched them flutter to her feet. She dramatically looked around to make sure that no-one was watching as she bent from the waist to collect them, ensuring that all four of the guys following her had a wonderful view of everything she had to offer.

She stood to one side at the top of the escalator and fanned herself with her hand as if hot. 

We saw the two workmen and the first of the single men walk by without pausing or making eye contact. The second however, an older gentleman stopped to talk to her. Perhaps to see if she was alright. Whatever it was that he said to her we obviously couldn't tell. They conversed for a few minutes before she gave him a small peck on the cheek and then stood still as he slipped his hand under her skirt and played with her bottom for a moment or two. Then with a cheery little wave she took the down escalator back to us. 

She sipped her coffee. 'Oh my, that was so much fun. The two young men did not know where to look. But that last chap was best. He congratulated me on a wonderful and most convincing show, and suggested that if we went to the toilets together he might be able to mend them, or at least put them back in place, if I wanted to lose them again. I thanked him for his kindness but said that I did not need them for the time being. If he wanted to feel my bottom he had to do it here and now. So he did.'

We all laughed. 'Your turn Rosie.'

'Oh I don't know. I cannot match that and anyway you know I haven't got any panties on anyway.'

'Which reminds me,' I said. 'I have to make you unlearn everything about the way nice girls sit, especially if they are not wearing panties. Slip your dress up a bit so that your bottom is on the chair. That's better, and never, never, have your knees less than nine inches apart. That's better. Now what I would like you to do is use the washrooms here behind the café but when you come out you will leave the back of your skirt tucked under the waistband. As if you had made a mistake in dressing after sitting on the toilet. On your way back you could go and look in one or two of the windows, just so that we can get a view of how it looks. Then just come back and join us.'

'Oh no, I can't do that. I have just told you that I have no panties on, just these pearls.'

'Okay I will make it easier for you. Once you have left the washrooms, if any kind person tells you what you have done then you can pull it down and thank them as if it really had been a mistake. It would be difficult to say, thank you I know.'

I seemed to have talked her into it and off she went, it must be said, a little nervously.

She was soon back and she cannot have been told because she was wandering off towards the shop windows.

'Perfect,' I said, even though only Emily could hear me.

Her skirt was only just caught up but even so a good half of one buttock was showing. I noticed that she had managed to keep her butt-crack covered. I would make her change that if we did it again. 

She came back to her coffee and was about to flip the skirt down again just before I stopped her.

'You haven't quite finished yet,' I said. 'In fact, not nearly finished. Take your time with your coffee, we are not in a rush and then go up the escalator and see if there are any shoe shops up on the floor above that you fancy. Then we will go shopping. If anyone mentions it all then of course you can pull it down. Otherwise you are stuck with it.'

I got one of those looks that could kill but she quickly drained her coffee and set off for the escalator. I probably had not been explicit enough about waiting for watchers because she walked very quickly onto it. She was good enough not to try and walk up it however so she did pick up one watcher. He had started at least half way behind her but managed to walk quite quickly upwards, getting nearer with every step. He eventually stopped about six steps back, where his eyes would have been on a level with her hem, just a few seconds before she walked off.




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 06



Rosie was back in about five minutes and by now she had gathered a little entourage of followers, including I noticed the older gentleman who had stopped and talked to Emily. 

He actually wandered over to our table as Rosie sat herself down looking very embarrassed.

He lifted his hat to Emily and Rosie before nodding to me. 

'Thank you Ladies, and I have no doubt you Sir, for allowing me a little entertainment this morning. I assumed that the second young lady was with you Miss,' addressed here to Emily, 'After all I rarely get one such treat in a day let alone two, by two such different, and such attractive, Ladies. You have really made my day. Thank you again.' 

I was in two minds whether to allow him to fondle Rosie as he had Emily but I decided that this might be a step too far for her this morning. In public and all. 

'I am glad that we could be of service Sir. Thank you for your compliments, which I will gladly accept on their behalf. All I can say is that if they enjoy it enough then maybe the next time they are here on their own you will be treated to similar views.'

'Thank you kind Sir. We will both look forward to that. Good-day to you.' 

He wandered off. Funny little old man. He obviously came here regularly for a perve.

'I thought you were going to let him touch me, like he did to Emily, or at least pull the back down for me because he practically told me that my skirt was halfway up my bottom.'

'Would you have let him touch you, here in public?'

'Well I would have to have done if you had told me so, wouldn't I?'

I was delighted with that answer but she must have realised that this may have been an admission too far.

'I mean,' she said, 'we would all have looked very silly if I had made a fuss about it, especially after walking halfway around the mall like this.'

'Well, anyway let's find those shoe shops. Rosie, I want you to watch Emily first, to see how far she spreads herself, and how much she shocks the assistant. Then you can go next and I will let you know whether it would be too much for the same assistant or if we need to try another shop. Keep your skirt the way it is for the time being.'

There was a large shoe shop just at the top of the escalator. While Rosie and I browsed, Rosie making sure that she always faced into the shop and careful not to stand anywhere near the windows, Emily quickly earmarked a couple of pairs of lace-up boots that she wanted to try and more importantly a male assistant to help her. 

She was very discreet. She waited until the man was half-way through lacing the left one until she moved her right leg right out to the side where she made an attempt to lace it herself, before failing abjectly. Of course the moment she moved it right out, enough light flooded under her skirt for the man to see quite dramatically that she wore no panties. He certainly did not appear to be in a hurry to serve anyone else

Rosie took this all in.

'Surely she didn't need to spread them as wide as that? Six inches or so would surely have been enough for him to see?'

'She is both trying to shock him in the short term, and give him the maximum enjoyment for a little longer. Oh look. There is a young assistant just come out of the stockroom. He is looking around for something to do. Wave him over.'

She did and despatched him off for a couple of pairs of shoes and a pair of boots. I was pleased she was taking this in the right spirit. 

'Are you sure he is old enough?' she said.

'Old enough for what? To fuck you perhaps?'

'No certainly not, I am not going to do that, whatever you may think. No old enough to look. Surely you need to be eighteen or something don't you?'

I was laughing so much that she soon saw the funny side of what she had said.

'Well I know it is not like drinking or gambling where you have to be eighteen, but the broadcasting people never show anything erotic before nine o'clock at night when he might be in bed?'

'I can assure you that he is at least eihteen ' I told her, 'and he probably needs to get a bit more experience of the real world and you my dear, are just the person to give it to him.'

Only slightly miffed she sat down on a chair and greeted her victim, sorry salesman, with a big smile.

As I had expected, the fact that she was not sitting on the skirt, as it was tucked into her belt, and the fact that it was such a soft material skirt, kept frustrating her attempts to show herself off. It was constantly falling into the gap between her legs. I will give her this, she was trying, but she was trying to be subtle as if it were an accident. On another occasion I would have given her ten out of ten for gentle fun, but today I wanted blatant exhibitionism. 

I told her that quietly when the young man went off to the stockroom for a different size.

I could tell that she had been having fun so far, but maybe this was going to prove a bit too hard. 

The next time that he went off to the stockroom for a different colour I moved in front of Rosie, pulled her forward six inches on the chair, pushed her skirt right up her thighs and spread her legs to about ninety degrees.

That shocked her, and, I was delighted to say, shocked the salasman even more when he returned.

Watching Rosie watching him was a picture. As he got more and more embarrassed, awkward and tongue-tied, she became more serene, more blatant, and more direct. She agreed to buy the two pairs of shoes, both in a couple of different colours and was now having the boots laced up. Her left leg was in the lap of the salesman sitting on a stool in front of her when she decided that she had a cramp in the right leg which apparently needed bending upwards until her heel was touching her thigh. You can imagine the view that he was getting. From where I was standing I saw her labia open to show the pink interior. 

'Are you alright Madam?'

'Oh no. Just a bit of cramp. I have been sitting here for a long time. You appear to be very slow. Perhaps you could make up for it by massaging the calf there please. Oh that's better, and now a bit higher up here on my thigh please.'

I watched, amazed at the way she had changed over just the course of a couple of days.

What followed was even better.

'Excuse me, young man, I hope you are not taking liberties with my thigh in that poor state. Your fingers seem very close to my ...errr shall we say... torso.

Just because I chose these pearl panties while dressing this morning does not give you carte blanche to take liberties. Perhaps I need to talk to the manager.'

'Oh please no Miss. This is my first week and I really didn't mean to touch your pus.... torso, however pretty it was.'

He went even redder.

'In that case I shall forgive you,' she said magnanimously. 'Now that you have finished fitting that other lace I will take the boots, and wear them out. This lot should earn you a nice piece of commission this morning. What do you think?'

'Oh yes, thank you miss, and I am so sorry if you thought that I was well.... You know.... Anyway, sorry anyway. If you have any problems with any of them I am happy to come to your home to pick them up and change them. As you have been such a good customer of course, not because I want to come to your home or anything. Ohhh sorry again Miss.'

He disappeared in confusion to run the credit card. I put away the tiny camera I was carrying. I was determined that Alan would get some photographs today, even if they were only snaps taken with a mini camera. We gathered our parcels together and left laughing, only to move half a dozen shops down and do it all over again. This time Rosie took the lead, went into the shop on her own and blatantly exposed herself to the manager of the store. We watched from outside. He played along with her game for a while as he fitted one pair of shoes but as she suggested she might like to try another pair, I could see him lean forward and actually penetrate her with one finger while suggesting that if she came into the stockroom he had something that he was sure she would like. 

This was a good test.

Rosie pulled exactly the same stunt as she had to the lad earlier. 'How dare you touch me there? The fact that these panties are fairly small gives you no reason to take liberties. Where is the Manager? Oh you are the Manager. Well give me your card so that when I write to your bosses they sack the right person here. Your cheek is outrageous.'

His bravado turned to mush as he apologised, on his knees, begging her not to talk to his Head Office. Eventually he offered her the pair of shoes she had tried on for free, as compensation for the assault that he had perpetrated. 

She accepted, returned his card and assured him that if he ever tried that on again she would see that he was brought to account.

She came out laughing. The poor man did not know what had hit him.

We went for lunch in the food mall where we had a nice bottle, or two, of white Rioja and some tapas. I was pleased to see that both of the girls kept their legs apart a suitable distance and were prepared to catch someone's eyes and smile when they looked.

All in all, a very satisfactory morning. I had got a lot further than I had expected with Rosie's 'education' to the extent that I now had some options for the rest of the day. One was obviously to continue as we were doing amongst the high street shops and maybe get a little more outrageous in another lingerie shop.

I settled eventually on Plan B, which, until the successes of the morning were evident, had not even been on the planning sheet at all. 

The long lazy lunch took us until way past three. 

'Ladies I thought we might go and celebrate the end of our fun few days with a dinner at a local restaurant perhaps. 

If it is okay with you Rosie we could go back to your place and change. I can buy a clean shirt here on the way to the car and I am sure you can find something suitable for Emily to wear. We can then book a taxi and go the local Italian which I know is excellent.' 

That was quickly agreed and I told them that after I had bought the shirt I had just one more stop in mind that they might enjoy. 

We had to drive a couple of exits up the motorway but I knew of an Adult Store where I was sure we could have a bit of fun.

It transpired that neither of them had ever been to an Adult sex shop before. 'I am staggered Emily,' I said. 'You have never been to a sex shop before. Where did you buy your extensive selection of toys?' 

'On line,' she said. 'I thought that I would be too embarrassed to go into a real live sex shop.'

'I am not sure about live sex,' I laughed, 'but I will try to find you some.'

They both assumed that I was joking.

We walked through the outer doors of the sex shop to find a display of magazines and DVDs as they both expected. I let them potter around for a minute or two and then showed them through the bead curtains into the body of the shop. They were both surprised how big it was. 

There were more, stronger, DVDs and books, and then racks of toys, bottles of gel, and even a clothes rack where examples of some of the bagged items such as French maids outfits or belly dancers outfits were displayed. There was another rank of bespoke dresses and leather apparels followed by an entire section given over to whips, chains, manacles, paddles and BDSM paraphernalia. Towards the front door, next to another bead curtain there was a counter gaudily displaying a range of their goods manned by a little fat chap. Above his head was a large TV screen built into the wall currently showing a film with two girls engaged in a heavy sixty-nine, but with the sound off. Thank heavens for small mercies I thought.

I wondered who was watching it as there were only three or four other men in the shop, wandering around the magazine racks. 

He smiled a rather oily smile, waved me over towards him and asked, quietly if he could help me. 'If there was anything that you, or particularly the young ladies, would like to try, I am more than happy to assist where I can.' 

I'll bet.

I thanked him but said that we would have a look around first but would call him if we needed anything particular. He just mentioned that there were film viewing rooms available through the nearby curtain, and room three, which was free at the moment, was big enough for three people. He said that he would save it for us just in case it took our fancy later. He then immersed himself in his telephone. 

The girls were looking at vibrators and toys so I had a look at the body jewellery and there I was delighted to see a pearl g-string. The quality was not the same as the one from Victoria's Secrets and it did not have the attachments that would conceal the pudenda between it's strings. It would do fine however as a gift for Emily. The pearls, whether real or imitation, although I suspected the latter, were a reasonable size and heavy. It was fine. 

I bought two, remembering that I was going to meet Sophie sometime in the next week or so, and asked him to keep them below the counter for me until I left. 

The girls by now had moved around the room and were looking at the packs of fancy dress clothes. Emily, who had, apparently for a laugh recently, taken belly dancing lessons was fascinated by the Turkish harem set. It was an immediate turn on for me to ask her to try it on. She did not need a lot of persuading. The little fat guy pointed out the curtain covering the changing room door and then pointed out the mirror, which conveniently, at least for the spectators, was set in the wall the other side of the shop. 

I suggested to Rosie that as Emily was trying something on maybe she would like to as well. Maybe there was something there that she could wear to dinner tonight. She looked a little shocked but gamely started leafing through the French maid outfits and then some of the bespoke dresses. 

Meantime, all of the other men in the place lined up on the far wall to watch Emily behind the curtain. There was enough to see. The curtain was only about three feet long stretching from shoulder level at the top to just above the knee at the bottom. Unless Emily had deliberately left two or three inch gaps at the sides, the curtain was too small for the gap. More or less what you would expect in an adult shop I surmised. It was not quite see-through which I guess would have been the ultimate fantasy but you could certainly see enough through it to know what she was doing. 

Emily poked her head around the curtain and was a little shocked to see the gallery lined up along the wall. 

I waved her out.

'Actually,' she said. 'It is quite concealing.'

She stepped out and came over for me to see. There was a pink gauzy top, like a jacket opening down the front but without buttons or any closures, under which she wore a substantial beaded bra. There was a pair of trousers in the same pink gauzy see-through material. These were gathered at the ankle but then slit all the way from the ankle up to the crotch under which she wore a tie-sided, regular bikini bottom. The whole outfit was finished off with a chain belt around her hips from which hung strings of bells and beads which tinkled as she gyrated her hips. Pretty impressive as a fancy dress outfit for less than forty pounds. 

I showed her where the mirror was, although I think she could have guessed by the men standing around it waiting. 

In the meantime Rosie had found a dress to try on. She had a good look at Emily in her new outfit and then turned and went behind the changing curtain herself.

What Emily didn't know was that I had looked at the bag that the costume came in. She was in for a surprise. 

I noticed that Emily had had a quick chat with her audience, asking them whether they approved. They were all smiles and suggested that she try a lot more things on. At the moment they did not know where to look. Emily was in front of them dressed in not very much and Rosie was struggling to stay decent behind the curtain as she changed into a costume.

Also I noticed the crowd was growing. There were now seven or eight men, more were arriving every few minutes and none were leaving. I suspected that the little fat man on the door had called a few friends on the phone who were happy to come down just in case the girls got raunchy. 

When Emily came back after looking at herself in the mirror, I pushed aside the gauzy jacket and held onto the decorated panels covering her breasts. With a quick rip I pulled them off to reveal Emily's tits sticking through the remaining holes. I gestured. 'Look i read the packet. these are Velcro patches,' I said.

I then pulled away the strings from the bikini bottom to see it drop to the floor.

There was loud murmur of appreciation from the audience who as yet had been unable to see her tits. 

'That's how it should be worn. Now go and have a look in the mirror, and don't forget to give the audience a demonstration of your dancing technique.'

There was a strong glint in her eye as if to thank me for the opportunity to bare all to an audience. She gave me a little kiss on the lips, and turned towards the mirror to more applause as the guys spotted her nipples sticking through the gauze. 

'No touching guys. Anybody tries to touch and we are out of here.' I thought that I had better lay a few ground rules. 

Rosie now emerged from the dressing room wearing a silky midnight blue dress which was really no more than two pieces of material tied together on the shoulders by two thin material straps. The sides of the dress were not fastened together until right up to the shoulder. The dress itself was fairly high fronted, the material starting only an inch or two down from her neck and reaching almost to her ankles. Certainly half way down her calves. The main factor for self-exposure wrere the other two slits up the front and back of the dress that started at her hem and stayed split right up to about six inches below the neck. There was a skinny leather belt around her hips which stopped the dress opening completely at the front and back, at least while she was standing still. It was effectively a dress from her neck to the middle of her breasts, when it became four strips of material merely hanging off the neck. Rosie had managed to tighten the belt enough to overlap the material on the front and back It was just enough to conceal her pussy and bum-crack, even though it did open the sides by an extra three or four inches. Thus from the side you could see the sides of her breasts every time the dress moved, although her nipples were well covered. You could also tell that she was wearing nothing beneath it. I noticed she held her pearl panties in her hand. The dress was held in place partly by the weight of the material and partly by the belt. 

The gallery approved and Rosie got more than a murmur of appreciation as she stepped, smiling prettily towards the mirror. I dreaded hearing the one thing that would stop her in her tracks.

' 'Ere ain't you that girl off the tele?'

Luckily so far no-one had connected, and I didn't see really any reason why they should. 

She came walking back towards me glowing with the appreciation that was being shown to her. I had a few ideas how to adjust her dress the way I had Emily's, but before then while her confidence was high I thought that I would try another trick. 

'A couple more outfits, what do you think girls?'

They both happily agreed and started making their way back towards the racks. 

'I have a fun idea,' I said stopping them. Rosie particularly looked a little sceptical. 'How about we choose a couple of dresses at random? You won't know what you are getting until you have to put it on. I'll tell you what, I won't even have the say on what it is. '

They laughingly agreed. 

'And before I get that organised I need to make a couple of amendments to this dress,' I told Rosie. 'First of all try it without the belt.' I undid the tie belt and pulled it off. The material now hung down the front, pushed out by her nipples which did appear to be extremely hard. 




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 06



'There, walk up and down the shop a couple of times, before going to the mirror.' 

The first reaction as she started walking was that the slit down the front opened out either side until the material flowed either side of her body baring all of her pussy and belly button, and even showing the side of the underside of her cleavage. She slowed right down and allowed the dress to fall back straight from the front. This time she made sure that she pushed her right leg out towards the right and trapped the strip of material between her legs. This meant that she could walk with impunity towards people as her slit was well covered. The spectators could see all of her right leg gapping up to two or three inches below her armpit and all of the left leg, and thigh, also up to her armpit. The material had not quite dragged itself over her nipple, but was in danger of doing so. Her pussy was just about covered by the material dragging between her legs. 

It was almost unimportant to mention that of course the back piece fluttered out behind exposing the sides of her buttocks. 

In fairness to Rosie, she did not hesitate. She continued up and down twice before stopping in front of the ogling men by the mirror. 

'Mmm, different,' she mused aloud. 'I quite like that.'

'Or what about this,' I suggested. 'Look there is plenty of length in these shoulder straps to tie them a little lower. Let me show you.'

I rather suspect that Rosie had found this out for herself and it was confirmed when she said, 'No you cannot do that the dress is too long then.'

I tied them long so the front of the dress was held in place by her nipples. The top half of her aureolae were clearly visible. 

'Woah, too low,' she quickly said, but without actually stopping me. 'You will find the dress will be too long and touch my feet.'

'But we can tuck it up a little using the belt,' I said. 

'Oh but that will mean.... Oh my god no,' she finished as she realised what I intended to do with the belt. By looping enough material over the belt, enough that it would stay there of it's own accord, it would shorten the dress by six or eight inches back to mid-calf. Depending how much material I trapped under the belt it would bring the slit at the front of the dress right on past her pussy up to the belt. Every step she took would expose her nether lips. I was never going to trap too much material from the sides under the belt.

Poor Rosie could not see quite how high the slit was open. As she looked down her tits got in the way of her seeing and she knew that if she bent too far to look her breasts would actually fall right out. 

Gamely she walked up and down a couple of times before facing the mirror. 

As she stopped the slit which had been widely spread displaying her labia pulled back together, perhaps giving the impression that she was almost decently covered.

'Mm, well not as bad as I suspected,' she said. I cannot believe she was expecting much worse?

'I need two volunteers,' I said and was nearly killed in the rush of over a dozen guys that were now standing around. 

I chose a couple at random. 'Ask the Manager for a plastic bag each and choose one costume each that you would like these girls to try on. Slip it in the bag and bring it back to me.'

While we were waiting for the costumes I got the girls to stroll up and down a couple of times each to prolonged applause. 

It kept their mind off the fact that the costumes we were going to choose were hardly at random. The two guys would almost certainly be choosing costumes that revealed as much as possible.

The guys laughingly brought me the two plastic bags. I had a quick ferret around in them and chose the white one for Emily and the black leather outfit for Rosie. 

I removed a small bag from one of the plastic bags and handed the rest of the bag to Emily. The other one I gave to Rosie and they headed off towards the changing curtain. I wondered whether one would wait as there was hardly room for one in there, let alone two. 

They decided to share which meant more fun for them and more for us as we were watching. 

It was relatively easy to see heaving breasts and buttocks around the edges of the curtain. It went a bit quiet at one stage as I heard Rosie say, 'I am going to need a drink to wear this. Or be really turned on maybe.'

I saw Emily kissing her hard, perhaps hoping to turn up the heat a little. That also raised a cheer.

When Emily came out she was wearing a round-necked all in one outfit that came down to mid-thigh. It was composed of strips of material fastened at the neck and at the hem to another stiffened loop of the same material. Each strip had a number on it from one to sixteen. When I saw these I recognised the significance of what I had in my hand. It was a game. When somebody drew a number out of the bag I guessed they could remove the strip. I had a quick look and, yes they were all connected with Velcro. Eventually if all sixteen pieces came off all she would have left would be a ring around her neck and the hula-hoop style base would fall to the floor. I did a quick head-count. I reckoned there were still eleven or twelve men waiting.

'Emily I would like you to offer each of these men this bag. They will remove and hold onto the ball and remove the strip from the dress with the corresponding number. This is a really random dress.'

After about six picks her left breast was exposed and the strip down the middle of her back between her buttocks was also missing along with four other random pieces. We were beginning to see a lot of flesh. There was no sign of Rosie. 

'Are you alright Rosie?'

'I guess so. I have the dress on at last, if that is what you can call it. Random huh?'

'Well you know it was nothing to do with me?'

'Huh.'

'I might wait in here until Emily has finished. I wouldn't want to steal her thunder as she gets down to the last few pieces, or be standing around in this outfit for too long either.'

She was keeping an eye on the proceedings by simply looking over the curtain top. Emily's right breast was now exposed and there were just six pieces left, only two of which were due to come off. She still had the strip down the front of her body over her pussy lips, the number eleven strip. It was not covering a lot but it was still there. One buttock still had a couple of pieces covering it. The other remaining ones were all at the sides and covering nothing. 

The last but one strip number was revealed to a groan. That was over her left buttock. The crowd still wanted number eleven over her pussy. 

'Number eleven,' shouted the final guy as he held the number aloft, clenched in his fist. He dived on to the strip and pulled it from the connections. I am sure they had seen her shaven pussy lips many times as she had walked around but there was a sense of satisfaction at seeing them bared properly. I saw him put the ball back in the bag so I went over to collect the other numbers as the dress was rather meaningless without them. 

Emily strolled back baring her teeth. |She did not look over happy. 

'What's up?' I said.

'That last guy, he cheated. He did not pick out number eleven. He just said he did.'

'Well why didn't you ask to see it and show him up for the cheat that he was?'

'I couldn't because I was holding it in my hand. Nobody should have got it.'

I laughed fit to bust. 'That is so funny. You couldn't call him on it because you were cheating him in the first place.'

She saw the irony of it and started grinning. Until she saw Rosie emerging from the cubicle, that is.

All our mouths fell open. I had known it was a leather ensemble. What neither I nor even Emily, who had been in the changing room with her, had realised, was that it was a series of straps, done up by buckles, aligned to go all around the erogenous zones not over them. Her tits, pussy, buttocks and even her belly button were boxed around, highlighting effectively the contents. It was straight from a fetish ball and covered nothing. Even the strap between her legs was two thin straps, parting either side of her labia, offering complete exposure. 

She stopped the shop in it's tracks. She walked around in silence until a gradual noise started. First a few murmur then a couple of whistles and shouts. Finally outright standing applause coupled with a couple of those ridiculous golfing shouts. 

'You're the babe.' 

'Wow.'

'Fabulous.'

'Miss World strikes again.'

'I love you.'

'Will you marry me.'

And of course 

'Hole in one.' From a golfing idiot. 

She had stopped looking sullen. She was glowing. 

Her head was up, her arms were back and breasts were standing out. As she walked she flicked her nipples making them even harder. 

She bowed to massed applause and joined Emily back in the cupboard. 

I could see the girls embracing, deep french kissing, hands all over each other. The noise did not abate. 

They were not long in there realising that there were more comfortable places in which to enjoy themselves. They came out fully dressed to the disappointment of the crowd. At least as fully dressed as they went in. 

The girls had selected a couple of toys and given them to the manager. I went to pay and he thanked us for the show we had put on. I would like to offer you a present of the two outfits that you put on first,' he said, holding up the bag into which he had slipped the girl's toys.

'Thank you very much,' I said. 'The girls will be delighted. As you know that was their choice. Say thank you girls.'

They chorused their thank you.

'And one last thing,' he said. 'I have put a couple of presents in room three for you, just before you go. And no charge to go into the room of course. You can spend free time in there and watch some of the films if you like.'

'It would be rude not to see what he has left us,' said the girls, so we wandered back through the curtain to room three. 

It was dark in there at first, but it got a lot brighter after we shut and locked the door. There were no signs of any packages on the one and only small sofa and I was just about to muster them into leaving again when we heard a rustling noise and through four holes in the walls appeared pricks. Real live penises. One large black one, a couple of medium sized ones and a small one. I somehow assumed that the manager was the small one.

I laughed. 'There are your presents girls, if you want them.'

Rosie immediately turned up her nose. 'How dreadful. What are they doing there? Are they just for us to look at? That is disgusting.'

Emily was fascinated and had already started fondling the large black one.

'Rosie,' she said. 'Look at this one. I think this is even bigger than Tom's and certainly Alan's.'

Rosie went over to have a closer look and before she could stop herself was feeling it for herself. 

'They are there for you to suck or even to back up against and fuck, or at least a hand-job,' I explained. 'It's called a gloryhole.'

'I cannot believe this,' said Rosie, although she was obviously fascinated. 

She was now feeling the other dicks, first the medium sized one alongside the black one, before moving to the other side and fondling the other two. She eventually said, 'This one looks clean,' and bent down to take it in her mouth. She continued to wank off the small one which rapidly ejaculated over her hand. It was immediately replaced by another medium size dark brown one. 

'Oh my god, how many do you think are in the queue,' said Rosie.

'At least a dozen,' I said. 'That is how many men were in the other part of the

shop when we left it.'

'Well if they think I am going to service that lot without any satisfaction myself, they are sadly mistaken,' Rosie said.

'You can always back up against one,' I suggested. 

'Well frankly I have no idea where they have been and most of them don't look too clean,' she said analytically.

Emily meanwhile had given hand relief to one guy and taken a mouthful of semen from the big black one. 'Mm that was nice ,' she said. 'But you are right Rosie, they do not look too clean. They certainly do not smell of soap. On this side anyway.'

We agreed, it was time to go. I was a little worried with the number of men waiting out there that we may have been forcibly detained, but as we opened the door I could hear the manager calling them to order, 'Come on guys, you know the rules. They can stop when they like. Any dissent and you will be banned. No more phone calls.' 

So he did make some phone calls after we arrived!

'Thank you,' I said to him as he passed over two parcels of goods, the clothes in one and my g-strings in the smaller one.'

'My pleasure,' he said, shaking my hand and trying to kiss the girl's hands. 

'If you ever want to do this again, please just come on over and if you care to tell me in advance I can have a real crowd waiting for you. You know if the girls want to show off a bit.'

Subtle to the end.

I looked up to the screen and stifled a laugh.

'Let's go girls.'

It was on the way to the car when I explained what I had been laughing at.

'Did you see the big screen over the counter?'

'Yes,' they said, 'it was showing porno.'

'In that case you know that you are both porno stars because they had a live feed from the glory-hole room.'



A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 07



We were home in plenty of time to change and go out for dinner. I booked the Italian restaurant for eight o'clock, told him which table I wanted and booked the taxi for a few minutes earlier.

I told the girls what I had done and said that they had time to give me a fashion show with suggestions as to what they were going to wear tonight. I told them that they could definitely afford to go a little over the top and dress sexily as I had ordered one of the booths at the back.

I allowed them to entertain me for an hour or so as they dressed and undressed in a variety of clothes. I saw and photographed everything from formal cocktail dresses to mini-skirts and even skin-tight jeans. What can I say, they all looked beautiful.

'I have made my decision,' I said.

'At last,' said Rosie surprised. 'Surely not the last ones, the jeans, I only went for those because you had seen practically everything else in the wardrobe?'

'Correct, not the jeans. All I can say is that the two items I have selected are obviously not in the wardrobe. I know one of them is in the plastic bag on the floor there. That is yours Rosie, the blue dress you just bought in the sex-shop. Yours Emily must be in Rosie's lingerie drawer. I would like to see one of those petticoat cum dresses that Sophie persuaded us to buy. No underwear of course for either of you.'

'Oh my,' said Emily. 'I know that I agreed it would make a lovely dress for Rosie to wear, perhaps for one of Alan's parties, but I never expected to have to wear one out myself.'

She tried it on, and of course looked lovely in it. The top was very see through, as frankly was the whole outfit. It was all the same material gathered under the bust but somehow her breasts, sitting in the material showed more than the rest of the body where the material hung an inch or two away.

In the meantime Rosie had her new dress on again. She tried sitting on a hard back chair, like a dining chair, only to realise that every small movement showed all of her nipples off to the sides of the dress. She had again tied it too high on her chest so I lowered the strings so that the top sat resting on her nipples.

'Oh lord, I can't go out like this,' she said.

'I think you can,' I said snapping a couple more photographs. Shall I email these quickly to Alan now and let him make the decision?'

That got me a really dirty look from Rosie and a smug half concealed laugh from Emily. I took a couple of pictures of her as well.

'Well what do you say Rosie, shall I send these?'

'I think I know Alan's answer, thank you,' she said, 'belt or no belt?'

'Your choice,' I said magnanimously. 'Either way, belt on first and then removed when you sit down, or belt off and put on when you sit down.

Perhaps I can ask the other diners which they prefer.'

'Don't you dare,' she said, and then quickly changed to a plea. 'Please don't do that. I know if I dare you, you will do it. But please don't. I have a difficult week coming up starting tomorrow. Let me just enjoy tonight please.'

I laughed, 'Okay I promise. No questions of the other diners. Anyway you will be so quickly walking through them that most will not even have the chance to check you out. I think we just have time for a shower now.'

I was giving them no option but to accompany me into the shower. The girls had entertained me well all day and I needed some relief before my balls turned blue.

Not that I had to push them. Both girls only had to pull one item over their heads to undress while I had to take off my shirt pants underwear and socks before joining them in the shower. They ran in to the bathroom giggling and were already wet, the temperature adjusted nicely, before I joined them. 

I wasn't surprised that Emily led the way, dropping to her knees to suck my cock before it got all soapy. Rosie was not slow to join her however. I gave them a few minutes before pulling them to their feet and soaping them all over. I do love doing that and it was bliss to have two such willing and, in Rosie's case, giggly, wriggly bodies to do it too. I was in my element. 

I rinsed them down before sinking to my knees in front of Rosie, bringing my lips to her slippery little clit. She moaned and leaned against the wall as I tongued her, from her arse to her clit. Long deep licks. I then tongue-fucked her against the wall until she climaxed. I did the same to Emily while Rosie leaned against the wall recovering. Then I let them have me again. They brought me back to hardness and waited mouth-open as I finished myself off between them, Hopefully sharing my load equally between them. It did not matter however as they eventually exchanged kisses, and semen, slobbering like a right pair of sluts. 

'Come on girls, it must be time for you to get ready. You can continue your little show later for me.' 

It was indeed just after seven and the girls still had to dry and do their hair and make-up. Luckily it wasn't going to take them long to dress. 

'Gosh you both look lovely. You will undoubtedly be the belles of the ball tonight. There will not be man in the place without an erection.' They laughed. 'Do we get to see them,' asked Rosie. 

'Dirty girl,' I said. 'Just for that I think we will have the belt on for the way in and off for the way out. That way, as you are walking in to the restaurants they will be able to see how far the front is slit. Talking of slits, that is exactly what they will see.'

I adjusted the sides of her dress under the belt so that the hem was about six inches higher. The gap under the belt comfortably showed her shaven pudenda at its best. 

I escorted them to my car and sat them both in the back seats. I joked an apology about not having my chauffeur's cap with me 

I opened the door for Emily first and then waited patiently as Rosie fussed around in the car. She eventually flashed me a lot of pussy and exited the car. She stood and waited as I adjusted her belt again. 

'Oh no, please. More material than that please. I am sure it doesn't even cover my slit does it?'

'Just about. Well certainly from time to time, just. Stop worrying and think about what every man in this restaurant will be imagining in the next few moments. They will all be intent on seeing as much of you as possible, while imagining that you are with them and will be going to their beds later. Does it make you wet thinking about it? Would you like me to walk you around the restaurant showing you off? Can you think what their wives and girlfriends will be thinking? The fun ones would try to encourage you over to talk to them... and while you are there maybe they will just touch you a little and expose a bit more of you for their loving hubbies. The others, well they may want to trip you up and see you fall gracelessly to the floor, looking stupid. Could you turn that around by falling so that your legs part and their hubbies get to see all of your slit and maybe that sweet little bumhole? Would you like that? Oh I see you do like that. I can see the dewdrops forming on your slit. I think it's time to go in before you find a tissue and wipe it.'

We entered the restaurant and even the Maitre'd went quiet. 

It was a really nice, posh but decidedly local restaurant. He did not often get many people dressing, or was it undressing, to the hilt for him. 

His dramatic pause as he checked the reservation, 'Jones. Yes of course a table for three in the middle of the room.'

'Oops,' I said to Rosie, 'I thought I said not the middle of the room. Still no matter that table is fine.'

She waited until we were seated and he had left to fetch the menus before hissing, 'You did that deliberately. You booked a table where we are all on view in the middle of the restaurant.'

I shook my head and was about to launch into a longwinded story about them getting it wrong, when Emile, the Maitre'd, as he had introduced himself, came back to personally take our drinks order. We were going to get the full treatment. 

We ordered drinks and the girls started to peruse the menus. I took the opportunity to look around. It was busy in there as it turned out. It was almost full and all pairs or fours, and all were couples, no stag or hen parties. Almost a shame I thought to myself. I could imagine sending the girls over to a table of guys and have them ask perhaps for recommendations from the menu, or maybe to a girls table and have them ask what they thought of the dresses. 

Our drinks arrived and with them Emile to take our food order. 

We ordered and then picked at the bread and the little bowl of olives and mixed hors d'oeuvres that had magically arrived. 

'So Rosie, are you a little more relaxed now that we are sitting? '

'Huh,' she said. 'A little I guess, if I didn't have to be careful how I breathe to stop this dress falling down at the front.'

'Well, you know what you have to do to keep it up?' I said.

She looked puzzled.

'You have to keep those nipples hard. They are just about the only thing holding it up, so from time to time you might like to tweak them, if no-one is watching of course, just to make sure they keep holding it up. Of course if you think you might lose it, even if they are watching you might want to tweak them, or of course ask Emily or myself to do it for you, or even perhaps Emile. I am sure he would help.'

I was completely snubbed as she looked towards Emily and asked her whether she had been to this particular restaurant before. She had obviously felt that the comment was not worthy of a response.

Which was a shame really. Only a few moments later the top of the dress fell over her left breast. 

Seamlessly she picked it up pulled it back over the nipple and, surprise, surprise, tweaked her nipple to firm it back up. If I had not been waiting for it I would have missed it. It was that quick. I decided to quiz her on the speed of her reaction.

'You knew that was falling and either stubbornness or your exhibitionistic tendency allowed it to happen. Now which was it?'

'Certainly not,' she blushed. 'Neither. I just felt it start to fall and...'

'I don't think so. It was far too quick and there was no squeal of surprise. Also you blushed when I asked the question. I have underestimated you Mrs Taylor. In fact I would go further than that. I can tell your husband that I have succeeded, you are now an exhibitionist and will perform all these little tricks for him when he returns.'

She had no answer but was luckily rescued from having to reply as our starters arrived.

I continued my questioning as she pushed back the plate. 

'So, shall I tell him?'

She thought seriously about it for quite a while studying me and then looking at Emily who was all ears awaiting the answer.

'Well, I am certainly further along the line than I was a week ago. I will admit that I have really enjoyed these last few days, part of which has been pushing back the boundaries of my confidence in my body. Yes I did know it was going to fall and, to be completely honest I was waiting to see whether it all fell or just one side. I know both nipples had started to soften as Emily and I had talked about other things like this restaurant. I was wondering whether I could fix the top over the nipple with a clear double-backed sticky tape. So you can tell him I guess that you are making headway because I was actually contemplating wearing this dress again, possibly out in public. A week ago I would have been tearing it up for dusters. Let's face it, it may look very glamorous but it is hardly Versace material is it?'

I raised my glass in a toast, as much to my own success as hers. 

'Congratulations, so just to complete the test why don't you go looking for the toilets. Try over there first near the bar. You can ask them where they are. We both know they are over there in the other corner though don't we? Keep the belt on, exposing that lovely pussy to the whole restaurant until you get there, and then return with it dangling from your hand and let the restaurant see your cheeks as the dress flows behind you.'

The starters were being placed on the table as she walked back from the restrooms. Every eye in the room was on her. The waiter practically dropped my calamari onto my lap as his eyes followed Rosie back to the table. 

The time went quickly as we ate. Both girls were in good moods, the drink flowed and we probably made more noise than any other table in the restaurant. Maybe all the others were quiet because they were watching us. 

Time had passed quickly so I asked for the bill and it was brought personally again by Emile who also brought single roses for the girls. 

I had not seen him present roses to anyone else who had left, but in fairness most people seemed to be sitting over their coffees and brandies, waiting for us to go. A couple of wives had nagged their husbands to get the bill, but the majority of tables were still occupied. 

It was hardly necessary for Rosie to flash her legs towards Emile but she did try.

He had seen everything already, but still he continued to look, bent over kissing her fingers in farewell. 

We walked towards the door and this time Rosie swept imperiously, apparently caring not a jot whether her legs, tits or bum were showing. Quite magnificent. I was aware that I had been unable to resist falling in love myself. 

I was clever enough however, every time I got those feelings, to remember what Alan would do to me if I crossed over his lines, let alone encouraged her to leave him for me. I should just thank my lucky stars that I was at least going to experience her, if only temporarily. I still had a lot of photos to take.

Realistically I had things to do before I came back in the morning, but I hoped that I wasn't going to leave without a small thank you.

I decided to take the bull by the horns.

'Rosie, as I intimated earlier you have exceeded my hopes that Alan's wishes would come to fruition. Yes you will need to keep practising but I now know that you have the desire to be a little exhibitionist. I don't know enough about these parties of Alan's to know whether you will ever be an enthusiastic participant in them, but you have the ability to do so if you really want it. For myself, I have seen enough of you to know that, unlike Alan, I would just lock you away in my bedroom and never let you out or show you to anyone.'

I felt that was as far as I could go. 

'I probably should go now as I will need to be back mid-morning.'

Rosie looked disappointed and then resolute.

'No you are not going yet. You have changed my life and there is one more thing we need to do. We need to go upstairs. Emily, you are welcome to join us while I find out whether the praises that you so lavishly bestowed upon him are deserved. I am going to get him to fuck the life out of me.'

I was surprised how strongly she had put it. I would have been disappointed not to have been invited but now we both waited to see what Emily would do. 

'No,' she said. 'Thank you. I would love to join you both on another occasion but right now you don't want him sharing his time between the two of us. You will get the best of him by having him on your own. I will order up a taxi and leave. I have to go home anyway. I have the number of the people I use regularly. They can be here in thirty minutes. You two go off to bed. I am fine down here on my own. I will just think about the next time we all get together. 

Go on go!'

I kissed her, as did Rosie and yes, we flew up the stairs to bed. 

Her dress fell off her as we arrived in the bedroom. This just left two of us to remove my clothing. It could not have been quicker. 

No fancy tricks. No oral, I had done that on her earlier. I just kissed her neck and shoulders, then briefly ran my lips over her breasts before easing my way between her legs. I knew she would be ready for me and as I eased my penis into her vaginal channel she appeared to be in raptures. She moaned and groaned and soon started on a series of small climaxes. 

I slowed down and allowed her to start to recover. She wrapped her legs around my back forcing herself further onto my cock. I started to rhythmically push myself inside her, harder, faster and then harder again. 

She came again, this time from the very centre of her universe. Again I held myself in check, kissing her lips and neck and using my fingers on her nipples and breasts. 

'Please,' she said. 'Come inside me, now. I want you. I want your essence. Hold me tight, let all your weight rest on me, just move your hips, keep kissing me.'

She wanted me to come but she didn't want an inch of separation between us. 

I rolled slightly over so that we were side by side. Whatever she may have thought she wasn't going to enjoy me fucking her with all my weight resting on her. I raised her top leg and scissored my legs between her widely parted thighs. She groaned as she felt this new position enabled me to get possibly even deeper inside her. I regained my rhythm again and allowed myself to enjoy it. I was going to come inside her. And I did. My timing was good and I managed to wait until yet another orgasm shook her light frame. As I thrust, the short strokes accelerated into her. She felt my essence shoot inside her canal as she screamed my name. 

We kissed and I realised that this was it. This was my time to cut my ties and back away. To become a kitchen planner and photographer, not a lover with any chance of a future. 

I felt her drift off to sleep and kissed her eyes and then lastly her lips, before crawling gently out of bed.

I dressed and crept downstairs to a surprise. There was Emily asleep on the stairs.

'Hey kiddo, what's up, the cab couldn't come?'

'No,' she smiled. 'I never rang them. I told my husband I was out tonight so I was not going to go home. I knew you would be leaving here and thought that I could be your consolation prize. I know you have fallen for her a little bit and you also know that there is no future for you and her together, so this may have been your last fuck. You are too much of a gentleman to exhaust her and spend all night here so I took the opportunity to wait for you and let you take me home to your place. I know that you will still have the strength to keep me happy.'

She was right. She was the perfect antidote to my feelings of tenderness.

She got in the car beside me, pulled her skirt up to her waist and started playing with her pussy.

'Come on big boy. Take me home and fuck the life out of me. Get her out of your system.'

I did. Fuck the life out of her that is. 

I turned up around eleven with my cameras to make sure that the workmen had started and that they had made a good job so far. The plastering at the table end of the room was done and they were working on plumbing and wiring at the kitchen end. 

Rosie was as pale as can be. She was obviously hating the idea of any participation. The idea of taking some clothes off here was absolutely abhorrent to her. She seemed to have lost all her exhibitionist tendencies overnight. That made me relish this even more. I had fallen for her enough that I wanted her not to get hurt, but the little demon inside of me was looking forward to her being an unwilling participant. 

'I will start taking the photographs in fifteen minutes. You will be ready. So if you need to go to the toilet or have something to eat or drink, now is the time. I am just going to say hello to George the Manager and his guys and then we are going to start. I will rig up a bit of a studio here in the kitchen. You know why. You have spoken to Alan.' 

I had also had a word with Alan, or should I say correctly that he had emailed me and told me what he expected. He expected pictures of her in the nude with the workmen working in the background. He did congratulate me on the work I had done so far. With her, rather than the kitchen of course. We had not yet started the kitchen although he was happy with the plans. 




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 07



I went and had a chat to George and asked him if he was ready. He knew roughly what was going to happen, and he also knew that the guys had been told that they must not stand around watching and doing nothing. Ideally they would just be there and not looking. We all knew that was never going to happen but they had to make do with quick peeks. George quickly made the circuit of the half a dozen workers he had there. There was a plasterer and his mate, a couple of plumbers, two top-end electricians fitting security cameras and other devices, another one just laying cable to bring power to every conceivable workspace and corner, a general builder and of course George and his young apprentice Jerry. 

I rigged some white sheets over by the almost dry plaster and brought in a stool. I stood her in the middle of my set fully dressed. She was wearing a tennis shirt and her favourite mid calf length blue skirt. That was not going to remain on for long. 

'Right now smile.' 

'But you said I wouldn't be recognisable.' 

'The photos I hang on the wall will not be. I need to photograph all of you to find your photogenic features. Now smile.'

After ten minutes, I exasperatedly said 'Come out to the hall a minute so I can talk to you. This is silly. Your husband said you would be co-operative. Have you forgotten already how much fun you had yesterday flashing and teasing. These are only men. What is the difference?'

'I will see these men again tomorrow and the next day and the next. They will know my name. They know where I live. They may be rapists and psychotics. I cannot get undressed in front of them.'

'Now listen you are being silly. I have worked with these guys before. Most of them are happily married men. Of course they are going to look at you. If they took their clothes off I know that you would look at them. Not only that but your husband has scared me and I have scared them. No-one will touch you now or ever, unless you want them to.'

'What do you mean, unless I want them to? I am never going to want them to touch me. Why should I? What have you got in mind you pervert?'

I tried to soothe her. 'I have nothing in mind, it was a tongue in cheek comment about how they have all had a look at you walking around and already they can't keep their eyes off you. You are beautiful. But more importantly to them you are unattainable. Even Jerry, the jack-the-lad apprentice working with George, a bit of a lady's man, he was so frightened by me he didn't even want to come here.'

While this baloney was not exactly the truth it did give some reassurance it seemed.

'Look I have been getting nothing from you so far. You are dead within. Let's go and get a bottle of wine, and drink most of it quickly.'

I looked in the freezer while she was getting glasses and found a bottle of vodka. This was better. I poured a couple of shots. 

'Here forget the wine. This is quicker and you won't be peeing all the time.'

I put on a radio and tuned to a popular music channel. 

'Right get those clothes off.' 

Two or three workmen turned around until I gave them a scary glare. 

'Just your t-shirt and skirt will do. Leave your underwear on.'

I snapped away while she timidly pulled off her t-shirt and then slid her skirt down. She kept her back to the guys and tried to cover her titties with her arms. But we had started. I practically laughed to see that she had obviously found the biggest oldest bra and panties that she possessed. Even my mother wore nicer sets that that. I expect.

'First thing is that you can waste another five minutes by going back upstairs and putting on some decent attractive, sexy undies that I can photograph. You really would be embarrassed if I took pictures of those and started showing them around, even to Alan. Shall I show Emily? Ask her what she thinks about you wearing granny pants? Put a pair of stockings and a suspender belt on, and stop being so silly.'

'That's better,' I said as she came back downstairs. 'You know it makes sense. Here have another shot.'

I gave her another vodka and turned up the music. 

'Look, I know you don't like this but the guys aren't looking. They are working, and with the music up they cannot hear us either. Start relaxing or I will have to really embarrass you. I can you know.'

Was this wrong? Had I terrified her again? 

It seemed not. I put her in various poses and moved around her with one camera while another locked on a focal length took one shot every five seconds. 

We spent about half an hour. I deliberately took close-ups of limbs, ears, her neck, her elbows and knees. None of these I was ever likely to use. Firstly she was not relaxed enough, secondly I needed a better camera than the one I had with me for many of these close-up shots. I would also want to do them while she was naked. 

'Lets take a break.' She looked around for her clothes. 'No stay in your undies for the time being. Let's have a chat and a think. This time we will have a glass of that wine. We sat on bar stools against the table in the centre of the room. The six guys continued to work around us.

She was still not at ease and a little feeling came to me that just maybe I was beginning to appreciate the problem. 

'Let me feel.' She blushed as I reached towards her. I felt between her legs. It was no more than moist. I can do better than that I thought.

'Are you thinking about sex now?' 

'Not much, no not really,' she whispered. I always get a little wet when I think of Alan and I know that he will get to see these eventually and he will be very happy.'

This was wrong she was only enjoying her feelings for someone else not for herself. 

'Do you masturbate now?'

'Sometimes. If Alan is away for more than a couple of nights.'

'And do you enjoy it?'

'Yes it tickles.'

'What do you think about?'

'Alan usually, but sometimes about showing other men as well. Like on a stage or in a busy room and Alan makes me take my clothes off. That tickles even more. I like to think about that.' She added something else in a whisper that I did not hear.

'What did you say?'

'I said, 'and you.' I have been masturbating thinking of you recently. Last night after we had made love, I did it again.'

I was flattered of course and began to see a way into the next stage.

'Did you enjoy showing me your bottom when we measured the ceiling and the table? And also when we were walking around the mall?'

'Yes I had instructions what to do in the kitchen that day. I did not need to think. I could think about getting wet for Alan. But then last night I thought about you seeing my bottom again in the mall and at the adult shop, and in bed and...'

I realised that to make her feel sexy I would have to tell her exactly what to do, to leave no actions unplanned. To take away the responsibility for her actions. But how to wind her up first?

I had an idea. The alcohol was loosening her up and she was wriggling around on the stool. Maybe it was starting.

'Come here again and let me feel. Now go and make the workman a cup of tea.' She looked around for her clothes.

'No. No clothes, just as you are. Think of that busy room. Go on. Put the kettle on first and then go up to each of them and tap them on the shoulder or hold their arm, make some form of contact with each one and ask them individually whether they would like a drink. They will look at you quickly, but you will have to do it because I am telling you to. If they touch you back you must not jump away or say anything. You must smile but shake your head to show that you don't mind but they still should not do it.'

She put the kettle on the temporary stove and approached George, my mate the foreman. She held his arm that was screwing up a batten, leant in towards him and whispered in his ear. He stood up looked her up and down and said yes, two sugars. She shivered, and moved on to the next one. They all wanted tea until she got to the last, the Jack-the-lad, Jerry, a cocky young nineteen year old apprentice. 

He was on a ladder leaning into the batten that he was drilling. She put her hand on his bare thigh. He was wearing shorts as many of the guys do. He looked down and reached for her hand and made a motion to his ear as if he could not hear her. It was noisy with the radio and the workman's noise. 

He dropped one foot down a step and placed the hand that he was holding on his inner thigh just under the leg of the shorts. If his cock was hanging on the right leg she was on inch or two away from it at most. 

She blushed and shouted up to him about the tea. 

He nodded while holding eye contact. 

'I'll come down,' he said. He tried to climb down the ladder while holding her hand under his shorts. I guessed she was on his cock now. 

He managed to brush against her tits. 'No sugar for me darling. I am, like you, sweet enough already.' She retrieved her hand and in a trance walked back to the whistling kettle and the cups ready on the work surface had she had prepared earlier. 

They clustered around her as she poured water onto the teabags and added the milk. She added sugar into each cup. Her hands were occupied so that made it easy for the boys, led by Jerry, to jostle, touch and fondle her body. 

She stood there seemingly immune for a minute or two. She did not attempt to stop them, but gradually I saw her push back against one of the guys standing close behind her. She pushed her bottom against his stiffening cock and I knew she was ready for the first of my real photos.

I rescued her from the attention of the boys, much to their chagrin and promised them that there while there was more where that came from, if I found them touching her when I hadn't planned it, they would be sacked and probably end up in hospital. I thought that was small but timely reminder of her husband.

Now I took her back to her stool while the guys went back to work. I felt between her legs and she was wet. 

She stood back in front of my cameras and I clicked away.

'Think about the guys. They wanted to fuck you. Think about the guy standing behind you. Did you feel his dick with your bottom? Did you remember you only had a flimsy piece of lace between you and his dick? Did you feel Jerry's cock under his shorts? Did you put your hand on it? Was that one or two guys playing with your tits? Did they squeeze your nipples?' 

Now she was getting worked up. 

'Take off your bra,' I ordered. 'Feel those fingers on them.'

I turned her constantly one way then another, trying to get the best angles from both cameras. I was now doing the close ups. The stationary camera took the longer shots. I shot her toes, her fingers, her elbows and of course her nipples. They stood out like small thumbs. I took the opportunity to twist them and see if I could get them any harder. 

'Now, drop your panties for me. Slowly. Face this way. Turn your back. Pull down one side. Turn again. Bend forward and pull them down slowly.'

I shouted out to George, 'Guys I think you can take a five minute tea break. Gather round.'

Rosie went red again as the workmen crowded around to watch, Jack and one or two of the others slowly massaging themselves over their shorts. 

'That's it take them right off.'

She had a beautiful split vulva, all her lips were tucked in and tight. There was just a girlish split. 

'Spread those legs. Wider. Wider. Lie on your back and open yourself up.'

I changed the angle on the stationary camera and closed in myself for pictures of that glorious cunt. 

I turned her over and took probably another fifty of her bottom alone. Her little brown starfish of an arsehole seemed to wink at the cameras. Well at me anyway. 

'We're nearly done. Back to work boys. Show's over. Just a few more Rosie. From this side showing you posing naked and exposed with all the guys in the background. That was what Alan wants. That's good. That's good. One more, yes one more. That's it. It's a wrap.'

I helped an exhausted Rosie to her feet. 

'Go on off you go to your bed. Have your wank now. You should enjoy this one. I will still be here downstairs working in the lounge on my lap-top, having a look at these first pictures.'

I could hear her orgasm from the lounge where I was working to get away from the noise. I suspect the builders heard her too. Perhaps I should have watched, or even joined in but I knew my time had gone. I had turned the radio off but could still hear her coming above the noise of the power drills. 

I went and spoke to George. 

'Let yourself out when you finish boys. I will probably be around until six or seven working on these photos, but you don't need to see me. I would be surprised if you hear from the lady of the house but listen, No-One, I emphasise again, No-One, goes upstairs and No-One touches her. Not unless I am here to give permission.'

I looked around to get nods of agreement even from Jerry. 

'Trust me,' I added by way of emphasis. 'It will not be worth it. As I said before you will be sacked and you may end up in hospital.' 

This was a language they understood.

Rosie apparently had gone to sleep straight after she finished enjoying herself. 

She now looked suitably embarrassed. 

She was covered up but in a very feminine peignoir. 

'I wouldn't go back in the kitchen just now,' I said. 'They will be finishing up soon and if I know men, you going in there will delay them for another hour at least. Can I get you anything?'

'I am starving hungry,' she said. 'Can you just find me a piece of cheese and some grapes from the fridge and perhaps we could go out and eat in the local pub when it starts serving at seven.' 

'Sure,' I said. 'In the meantime while I am finding the cheese have a look through some of these photographs that I have put in this folder here, there are only a dozen or so, but they will give you an idea of what I have in mind. Most of the other photos, the discards, are in this folder here that I will send off to Alan.'

I came back with two plates of cheese, some grapes, apple, a couple of sticks of celery, salt, butter, biscuits and a new bottle of wine. What a forager. 

'Tom, these photos are great, fantastic even.'

'Well thank you ma'am. I am not just a stupendous lover you know, or even a wonderful kitchen designer. I can take the odd snap.'

She laughed. 'I am not sure about the lover bit. I am yet to be convinced, and before you say any more, dream on... at least until we've had dinner,' she added quietly. 

We heard George and the guys leaving and realised that it was after six.

She ran upstairs and got dressed and by six-thirty we were tucked into the corner of the pub, by the fireplace, with a drink, waiting for them to start serving food. 

We shared a hot melted camembert with some French bread as a starter and polished off a couple of lamb shanks in a tomato and garlic sauce to finish. We had already consumed the cheese course earlier. 

I drove her home and waited while she alighted, as if I was just going to leave. 

'Are you not coming in for ... coffee.' 

'Well,' I said. 'I don't like to impose on your hospitality and with my foremost talent dismissed as non-stupendous, I thought I might go home and cuddle the cat.'

'By all means,' she said with a glint in her eye.' Of course if you don't think you can improve on that performance the other night than yes, best the cat sees a bit more of you, but on the other hand if you want to brush yourself up performance-wise, well you had better come in and let me maybe show you a trick or two.'

By the time I was out of the car, she had unlocked the front door and was halfway up the stairs, giggling madly, dispensing shoes, coats and her jumper as she ran. I just about caught her at the bedroom door in time to grab her, squeeze her, kiss her and stop her removing any more clothes until I was ready. 

She had quickly unzipped my trousers and was halfway through my shirt buttons before I was able to break the kiss and tell her that I wanted to sit on the edge of the bed while she did a little strip for me. 

I briefly remembered that the place was bugged with cameras and sound but rationalised that Alan had said he wanted me to seduce her as an aid to increasing her exhibitionism. He just didn't tell me how many times. Maybe I would flee the country. It was going to be worth it.

I was entranced as I sat naked on the bed, and she danced in front of me, part striptease, part ballet and part lap-dance. She hummed a little song to keep her movements in time and I hummed my appreciation.

Gone was the timid little mouse of a girl that had been frightened of the big bad builders. Jekyll and Hyde had nothing on this one. 

Too soon the dance came to an end but she ended up in my arms, our lips and tongues grinding against each other, our hips emulating the movement of our lips.

We soon moved to a sixty-nine with Rosie on top aggressively sucking my cock between orgasms. She must have come a couple of times already as I strummed her clit with my tongue. 

'Enough,' she said. 'I need you inside me.' 

She straddled me cow-girl style before seemingly remembering what she had told me about showing me a trick or two. She quickly started going through all the standard fare, cow-girl and reverse, doggy, on our sides, ending up in missionary. She seemed satisfied with these and was again on the brink of her biggest climax yet. 

I decided to show her one that she may not have seen. I pushed her legs up so they were either side of her shoulders back on the bed before standing and pushing my cock vertically down into her welcoming grip.

'Oh my ...,' I heard her cry before she screamed and squirted the best part of a cupful of cum all over me and the bed. 

This triggered my climax and I ground hard against her, my cock and hips squeezing against her pudenda, just trying to get that extra half inch inside. 

We lowered ourselves back to the bed and she wriggled back on top of me before pulling the sheet over our sticky bodies. 

'Will you stay? Until morning?'

'Yes,' I said, 'but I must leave before seven or the builders will be back.'

She set the alarm for six thirty and we slept the sleep of the just, or maybe realistically the un-just, or maybe the just-fucked. Whatever,- I hated to hear that alarm go off and drag me into the shower just so that she could keep her reputation as an honest, but naked, woman in front of her builders. 

And that is how the days moved on. Rosie began to trust the builders and I would often find her moving naked amongst them, making tea, and even sitting there at the table, just chatting, eating her bowl of fruit salad or sipping her chablis. 

She was so relaxed after the third or fourth day that I had to regularly warn the guys of the penalties of stepping outside the bounds of propriety. It did not help that the workforce were constantly changing. The plasterers were gone as were the electricians. The flooring specialists and unit fitters were now on site. The more technical electricians would be back later to finish installing the high tech cameras and computer equipment. 

I was on top of the world enjoying my days taking photos of Rosie and sleeping each night in her bed until the early hours. 

Alan had been away the whole time giving me leave to take all the liberties I liked with her. And liberties I took. I fucked her in just about every room in the house, the garden, the potting shed, and the garage, and that was just around the house. Our days had been filled with shagging in supermarket car parks, shopping malls, public gardens and even my house on one occasion.

Before that night she had told me, for the benefit of the cameras in her bedroom, that she would not be seeing me that night as she had been invited to spend the evening and night at Emily's. 




A Kitchen Fit to Party in Ch. 07



With Emily's support, but with a smuggled note into my hand that I should remember who I was playing around with she spent the night with me.

I guess it was like falling in love all over again. I certainly had more than enough photographs, taken with a variety of cameras, to finish the task of decorating the kitchen with photos of her body parts. 

The day before the completion of the kitchen I sent a couple of dozen photos to Alan and described how they could be framed and hung. I suggested that somewhere between a dozen and fifteen would be ideal and left the selection to him. 

I got back the sort of note that I had been dreading receiving for some time.

'Tom. I would like to thank you for all the time and effort you have put into my projects.'

I recognised that he had separated the 'Rosie' project from the 'Kitchen' project.

'But would suggest that they are both now taking up far too much of your time. We have discussed your fee and it will not go up no matter how much time you appear to need to spend on both projects. In fact I think you are beginning to be playing a little faster and looser with my property than I expected. It stops here. 

You appear to have done a wonderful job on project two but I am beginning to wonder who is receiving most of the benefits. No doubt I will be reassured when I return home in which case your bonuses will be forthcoming. I will be home next week and no doubt you will find that you need to be moving on to further projects once you have hung my choices of the pictures on the walls. 

One last request. It will be obvious to you that the kitchen is to be the intended gathering place for my intimate little parties from time to time. I need to be reassured that your work with Rosie is completely successful in that she will be prepared to be the perfect hostess on these occasions. I suspect that you both know what I would expect of a 'perfect hostess' and I look forward to having the proof available by this evening. Your electricians have been in touch and shown me how to gain access to the computer files from the cameras here with my lap-top. I believe there are still a couple of workmen finishing off the kitchen who will no doubt be happy to provide the photographic proof. 

Tom, I look forward to recommending you for other work if I am satisfied with your activities on my behalf. Alan.'

Oh dear, I quickly decided that however lovely Rosie was, my life and ability to walk without a stick, took priority, at least in the short term and I would have to go along with his suggestions. 

I wondered whether having allowed the genie to escape from the bottle, it would be that easy to get it back in. This was mainly Alan's problem but also to some extent mine. 

I rang Rosie from home before going in that Friday morning.

'Hello Darling. I won't be in this morning I am afraid. I have to go and price a new job in Watford. A full house renovation, looks like quite a big job. I will ring George and tell him I will come in and see the completion of the job this evening. Perhaps you can put a couple of bottles of bubbly on ice and we can celebrate the finish with a couple of the guys.'

She took it fairly well but I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

I called Emily and asked her to ring Rosie to invite her for coffee this morning at the mall. I read the email out to her as I needed a little guidance, or should I say confirmation of what Alan actually wanted. 

'Am I right in thinking that he wants to see her fucked by a couple of workmen?'

'That's how I read it,' she said.

'Yes me too. It is vital that you get Rosie out to meet me or she will never fuck those guys. Although she is very relaxed being naked in their company now she will cry rape if one of them touches her. And anyway they will not do it unless she specifically asks them. They have been too frightened. They know there are cameras everywhere.' 

'Okay,' said Emily. 'I will get her to the coffee shop in the mall for eleven o'clock unless I call you to tell you otherwise.'

'Right I will ring George and make sure a couple of them stay on. I will see you at eleven. Look I don't want to impose, but would you like to join us tonight to celebrate the new kitchen. It will mean I don't look like a spare prick at a wedding as I stand there and Rosie shafts George and another guy, and it may make Rosie feel more at home with another girl putting out as well. And anyway here is another chance for you to get your hands on a bit of rough. '

'How well you know me, and you are right that it might make her feel happier, particularly as she knows that I have been at all of his parties so far anyway. Usually as the 'perfect hostess,'' she laughed, 'while Rosie was sulking in her bedroom. I will offer to lend a hand, or lend something anyway. And you have to be careful Tom. I want to be able to rely on you for a good fuck in the future and if you upset Alan, well, that just might not be possible. I will miss you. Where will I find someone else?'

She laughed again showing that she was at least only half serious.

Phone calls completed, I grabbed a table and three chairs in a quiet corner of the café-bar in the mall fifteen minutes before eleven. 

Rosie obviously had no idea that she had been manipulated and squealed in delight when she saw me, then kissed and hugged me. I was eventually able to stop the kisses and hug Emily as well.

'Why didn't you tell me we were meeting Tom, I would have put on different clothes maybe?' She gave me a sly grin. 'I don't have any panties on though. Look!'

Oh how I adore that girl. 

I had to admire it of course, as did a couple of lads walking by. 

I decided to do this in two stages.

'Look we have a bit of a problem. Alan has realised that we have been having too good a time together and told me in no uncertain terms that it has to stop. What can I say? You are his wife and we have been committing adultery.'

'Well maybe technically, but he will not want to divorce me because I brought nothing into the marriage anyway and I have never signed a pro-nuptial agreement. A divorce would cost him a fortune. And of course he was the one who brought us together in the first place and suggested that you could seduce me to change my ways. Well fuck, I have changed my ways, haven't I. What more does he want?'

I decided that that question was apocryphal and not the time to tell her what more he wanted.

'But look Rosie, I can understand him. He does love you, he just wanted you to change a bit. And I believe you still love him. So I can see where he is going with this. 

You know I love you a lot, really, properly, not just affection, but what am I going to do, ask you to run to the far side of the world with me so that we can get away from him. The thing that worries me is that he does have a bit of a temper as we all know and may send the boys after me, or more specifically us, if, now that he has seen how much we were enjoying being together, we do not stop. After all when he comes back and feels a bit more secure perhaps you could broach the subject of me coming over. Perhaps invite me to one of your parties with Emily.'

She sat and thought for a few moments. 'Shall I ring him now and ask if you can stay over for just a couple of nights until he gets home on Sunday.'

'No dear, that would only rub it in for him how much we mean to each other. We either start running now, straight from this mall, to live together in poverty in South America or we back away from where we have been and look for opportunities to meet in the future. After all I only live a few miles away so we may be able to sneak meetings.'

I noticed Emily giving a warning shake of the head. I realised how suicidal that could be. As she hadn't rushed to finish her coffee and push me to the nearest travel agency, I guessed it was time for the second problem to be aired. 

'And there is one more thing,' I started.

Rosie looked at me in disbelief. 'What more could there be.'

I decided to give here the copy of the email, so that she could read it for herself.

She looked puzzled.

'Does he mean...'

We both nodded. 'We think he does.' I said

'Look Emily here will come round to help out. You know she will enjoy it anyway, and George and at least one guy will stay tonight to have a drink to celebrate the finish.' 

'You have set this up haven't you? Both of you. Fuck. Who can I trust nowadays? I thought ...' She collapsed into tears. 

Now is the time to get tough I thought.

'Tell me, what did you think? Did you think that your husband would allow you to cuckold him with me for the rest of our lives. Why did he suggest that it would be okay for me to seduce you, but not to fall in love with you? Why did he encourage you to get close to Emily? What does he want from all of this? 

Let me tell you. As much as I don't like it, he wants all the comforts of you at home, plus he wants you available to hostess his parties and possibly for all I know he wants to lend you out to all his business acquaintances to get the next deal done. Now until you can talk to him and ask him, none of us actually know what he wants except that he wants you, his wife to be hostess at his parties. If his parties were not sex-parties, we would not think twice about it. As it is he hopes that this latest experience you have had, namely me, will encourage you to be a little more liberal with your body. Being hostess at his party doesn't mean being a nymphomaniac. You don't have to shag everyone there. You may however, now that you obviously enjoy sex so much, like to try it from time to time with one of his guests. Hopefully, eventually, me. But let us not go too far into realms of fantasy. 

Tonight however it seems he has set his heart on you enjoying yourself with a couple of the guys. Is that so bad? Take Jerry. You have already had your fingers round his cock once unless I am mistaken. And George maybe. You were only saying the other day what a charming man he was, and a gentleman. How bad would it be to bend over with that little gleam in your eye and your bare ass almost touching his trousers and say, 'George, how can I ever thank you for finishing this lovely kitchen.' He would then hopefully proceed to give you what I have been giving you for the last week. No more no less. 

'Oh Jerry does that cock look as big as it felt. How would you like a bit of top-notch first class, out of your league pussy, but only if you never ever tell anyone. You know how jealous my husband gets so this is a once in a life-time offer. I promise you he will allow it this time. But never again.' 

That's what he wants you to do. He wants you to enjoy that, at his discretion. 

Have you ever tried it? No. What have I always told you? Don't knock it until you have tried it. He will see you on the kitchen cameras and then, if you really don't enjoy him you can tell him, 'I've tried it. Didn't like it. I am not going to do it again.' Or you can tell him. 'I've tried it. When is the next party I would like to try that again, but please not with complete strangers? Even the builders I got to know for a week or two,' or lastly just 'Bring 'em on down. I'll fuck them all.'

All of these things are available to you and any combination or degrees of them, but not until you have tried it. Alan may find that he should have thought a little more carefully before letting your particular Genie out of it's bottle. You may not want to go back to your earlier life. Which reminds me, I haven't seen that blue skirt recently.'

Her tears had dried up as I was halfway through my diatribe. 

She sat looking at me open-mouthed., her coffee forgotten. 

'Well,' I said. 'Do you still want to show me your lack of panties?'

She had the grace to laugh. 

'I suppose I am a bit precious aren't I. I am hardly Mrs. model wife, although somehow doing it with you has been different. You have taught me so much, not just in bed, but in life. Both of you.' 

She reached out to hold both our hands. 

'I can do this. You know I can. You've always known I can, haven't you Tom?'

'I wasn't sure until I saw how wet you got bending over to show me the skirting board and how your arousal dripped down your leg as you stood on the stool to show me how high the ceiling came. Most girls might have got a little moist. You just needed someone to tell you to do it. Someone that you could not refuse. That is why you love, and will continue to love Alan. Then when he is confident that I am not about to abscond with his child bride, then, and only then, maybe he will invite me to one of your parties and let me push you into the shed, or even into his bed and let me have my wicked way with you.'

'I guess.'

'I'll tell you what, to make it a bit easier I will tell George which of his workmen should be hanging around. That lad Jerry, perhaps, any more? George will have to be there of course.'

'That's fine. He is a sweetie. I will feel almost guilty about seducing him. What about his wife?'

'Well that will be up to him of course. He is married and he may well decline. If he does perhaps you could offer him a blow-job on the basis that even American Presidents have said that eating isn't cheating.'

She laughed. 'What twisted morality. Still if it works for him it works I guess. Okay, yes and Jerry and maybe the tall, longhaired guy Pete who did some of the electrics. He was a hunk.'

'That's my girl. Thinking with her crotch at last. I will go now and be sure to send Alan some emails from home to give myself an alibi for the day. Perhaps you and Emily could send him a couple of photos of you flashing at the mall here. I will see if George can set it up for the three of them. If Jerry and Pete are not available you will have to make-do with whoever he can get. Don't forget, they are all practise. And perhaps you should have a bottle of wine before you get home to make it easier. Emily, you will sort out cabs won't you? I'll see you later.'

I left before she could change her mind and before I made any stupid statements about loving her.

I spoke to George who immediately ruled out Pete who was up in Hull on a job. However much he would have liked to he, would never be able to get back in time. It was at least a five hour drive. George would be there of course and Jerry was his apprentice, so always there learning from him. Knowing Jerry's reputation I wondered who would be learning from whom today. George said he would see who else was in and choose one of them to stay late to 'wet the kitchen'. I thought I should give him some sort of an idea of what to expect but asked him to keep it to himself and act surprised. I actually told him that Rosie wanted to thank him and his guys with a little more than a glimpse of her naked body so if they were lucky and polite they might get a blow-job. I thought that was enough to get them hanging around late. Who am I kidding, merely the thought that a gorgeous girl who often appeared naked wanted to thank them was enough to make sure most guys would hang around. 

I got back to the kitchen about four o'clock. There was no sign of the girls until eventually they came back from their shopping trip, laden with parcels at nearly half past five. It was almost difficult keeping George and Jerry, and particularly Tim there. Tim particularly was moaning that he was supposed to be meeting his mates for a pint at seven and that he did not want to be late just to celebrate the finishing of the job. When I quizzed him a little it transpired that he had only seen Rosie for a day or so, in the early times before she became comfortable walking around nude. He was the plasterers apprentice and as such was one of the first to finish work on this project. George had called him in because he was easy to contact as he was currently lodging with Jerry. He was a good looking lad who didn't need to work out as most of his days were spent carrying big bags of mortar around. I wondered briefly what their flat was like and whether it was wall to wall girls most evenings. 

I had already dispensed a few beers to the lads and we were having a good conversation about Watford's chances of getting back into the Premier Division when the girls arrived. 

They dumped their shopping bags on the kitchen table and I made sure to introduce Tim to both Rosie and Emily. 

Rosie was the perfect hostess, offering to top up drinks and nibbles while actually asking me to get them for her. She gushed about the kitchen praising all the constituents including, for Tim's benefits, the quality of the plastering. She said how pleased her husband would be with the result and then said that she had been wracking her brains to think of some way of thanking the lads for their efforts. She could not offer them any more in the way of a bonus because her husband held onto the purse strings. 

She appeared to stop for thought. 'I have had an idea,' she said. 'I have bought quite a few things in the shops today so perhaps I could give you some of them as gifts for your wives. Do you have wives? Or girlfriends?' she added when both the youngsters shook their heads at wives.

'Well, no-one particularly ma'am,' said Jerry his eyes beginning to widen as he saw flimsy looking items just pouring from the shopping bags.

Rosie started holding up tiny g-strings, gauzy briefs, suspender belts, see- through bras, negligees. 

The boys were silenced and even George had a lump in his trousers. 

'I know, why don't we show you what they look like when they are on, while Tom is getting you some champagne. Come on Tom, break out the champagne from the fridge there while Emily and I put on a fashion show.

Emily's lack of surprise indicated to me that this was all a planned move. 

Rosie managed to surprise me however when she just moved to the far end of the kitchen table and started taking her skirt and blouse off where she was. I may have been pouring the champagne but all of our eyes were on her. She stripped down to the pretty green bra and panties set that she was wearing and started to work her way through the pile of new lingerie, presumably to sort the matching sets. She threw a couple of piles at Emily and said, 'These will look lovely on you. Put these on.'

Emily who had not appeared naked before in the kitchen with the builders present was noticeably less enthusiastic than Rosie. While I knew that she would eventually get in the mood I was sure at the moment she was a little overawed at the whole thing. Rosie put things in perspective by stripping off the bra and panties she was wearing. She had her own little mound of gauze from which she first selected a pair of white stockings. She pulled them on slowly offering her pussy and indeed her entire body to our view. Indeed as she straightened the stockings around her thighs she managed to widen her legs enough to show her labia, now beginning to drip, slowly peel apart to reveal their deep pink depths. The garter belt was next followed by the see-through matching bra and then the tiny thong panties. She paraded up and down the kitchen. Emily meantime had taken the opportunity of changing while the guys were all watching Rosie. She had on a shortie see-through nightie and matching tiny panties. She gulped down another glass of champagne and waited while I refilled it before she followed Rosie up and down the kitchen. By the time she was back the second glass was gone as well.

Rosie was standing between the three of them. 'Well what do you think guys? Would you like some of this lingerie for a girlfriend? Would you like to feel it to see how soft it is? How slippery the stockings are, how soft the cups of the bra are. Do you think the string would be too tight between the legs? Do you want to check it out? One problem of course, is that to give it to someone else you would have to take it off us first. Isn't that right Emily?'