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Another Task

By: E_Harley



I'm not sure how I arrived at this point in my life.

The last couple of years have been difficult for me, as I have been uprooted to the city that I grew up in as a result of my husband's offer of a big promotion. Where we lived previously allowed a complete sense of freedom to be myself. I am a latent exhibitionist by nature. What I mean by that is that I don't go out of my way to show off or feel the need to have everyone looking at me. However I become quite aroused when I am encouraged to take erotic changes. I enjoy feeling sexy and doing sexy things.

I would much prefer to make love lying prone on a picnic table under the stars then hidden away in my bedroom. It is just how I am.

My husband seemed to know when we first met that I had this little itch that needed to be scratched now and then.

I am not a nudist, but the thought of being outdoors in a public setting where I might be seen wearing just a bra, panties, and heels sets me over the edge. I guess that makes me an R rated exhibitionist.

Anyway, our move back to my hometown along with my husband's promotion to a position where he would be meeting and interacting with new people all of the time pretty much ended my scratching of this itch. I am finding however that if the itch isn't scratched at least a little bit from time to time, my latent desire to show off will push itself to the forefront until I act on it.

This most likely explains why I have accepted my second task from Mr. David Barclay, (He told me that I could use his name) which is quite a bit more risqué than the first one.

I decided to go back into the work force and have been employed by a large insurance company as a supervisor in their customer service or call center area. My team answers calls regarding coverage questions, status of claims, takes complaints, etc.

I have been doing this for almost 5 months now and really enjoy my return to a career. 

Despite my performance I am still considered the 'new girl' and have found myself to be the subject of many conversations: the kind of conversations that stop abruptly when you enter into the general area of the people having them.

I enjoy what I do and it keeps me from wanting to scratch my little itch or so I wanted to believe.

I also have found a fondness for writing erotic stories very possibly as a replacement to the activities that were left behind when we moved. Besides all of this I have two growing daughters and Mom's propensity to strip outdoors no longer seems appropriate. If it weren't for the itch, I could easily leave my past behind and move forward.

My other pen name on Literotica is HarleyFatboy1. I choose this name because our first motorcycle was a HD Fatboy, which provided quite a few arousing adventures for my husband and myself.

I decided to open this account on Literotica to post only stories of me and use my other account for my fantasy stories. So over time I will be deleting many of my first postings under my other pen name, as they were all about me, and reediting them to add to this account i.e. my life experiences account.

As I have already stated in my story, "The Task", I met David Barclay when he emailed me to compliment me on my stories. We subsequently exchanged emails about writing and story lines and found a mutual interest in the nature of submission and dominance. 

He occasionally would hint about me performing tasks assigned by him.

Not to rehash what I have already written, but I pretty much ignored his hints as he was someone on the Internet (scary) and I was trying to leave that part of me behind. All of the reasons seemed so logical: a woman just turned 40, two children on the verge of teenhood, a husband respected in the business community, my own reputation, etc., etc.

On the other hand I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to and Mr. Barclay lives in Great Britain. What would be wrong with seeing what sort of tasks he might come up with?

We agreed on some parameters and as you have read on my other account, I performed my first task for him and, I guess, myself.

We also decided that the taskmaster will be Mr. Barclay and that my Internet friend will be David.

Mr. Barclay suggested another task but required some information about my style of dress including underthings, availability for tasks, type of work that I perform, etc.

I will admit that I blew up a bit at him as the first task had filled me with so much angst and anxiety that I was convinced that my little foray back into erotic risk taking was basically a one and done. Mr. Barclay did a very good job of calming my nerves and despite the constant feeling that I might throw up; I have to admit that I really enjoyed the first task.

The second task is much more daring; significantly more daring.

I have included our email exchanges to let you read about it firsthand.

                              The Emails

Elizabeth, 

You are to creatively find a way to let the most members of your department at work know that you are wearing leopard print panties, coordinating suspenders, and stockings.

I want you to come up with 2 or 3 suggestions to achieve this task and submit them to me for my review. I will then assign the one that I prefer for execution. You should have your suggestions in my inbox, no later than Thursday.

I will be looking forward to your suggestions.

Mr Barclay

Mr. Barclay,

Thursday arrived much quicker than I anticipated or maybe quicker than I desired, as it represents a commitment on my part once I submit my suggestions.

It is somewhat ironic that I am writing this from my desk at work, as whatever is decided will be performed here. Gulp!

I have three suggestions that I will list in the order of least anxiety producing and least exciting to most anxiety producing and most exciting.

First, I could simply give accidental upskirts to my co-workers, which really isn't in my nature in a work environment. It wouldn't necessarily cause discussion through the department and wouldn't be that exciting to me. The trying on of shoes is much more my style of accidental upskirts, as you required of me in your first task.

I am rather meticulous about how I dress and despite the fact that I wear suspenders; my stockings come to the top of my thighs so the chances of seeing my stocking tops are pretty slim. I also regularly make visits to the bathroom to check the clasps and pull my stockings up in case they might be sagging.

I prefer suspenders over pantyhose, but not as any sort of come on to other men. They are so much more comfortable for me to wear and they represent a form of exhibitionistic behavior as well.

Second, which was my original plan, is to spill coffee or in my case, an iced mocha on myself towards the end of our monthly department meeting. I would excuse myself and rush to the bathroom to keep the stain from setting. Once there I would remove my skirt entirely and clean it and dry it standing in my blouse with my leopard print panties, suspenders and stockings available for anyone who enters the bathroom to see.

I know that a number of my co-supervisors would come in to check up on me, not necessarily that they would be concerned, but more to see my embarrassment.

When I was hired they bypassed a number of in house applicants that were close friends with my co supervisors. This has added to the tension of some of them wanting to see me fail.

Also, I am the only one that consistently dresses in business attire i.e. skirt and pants suits, and I know that some feel that I think that I am better than they are.

My display of leopard print would be talked about across the department within minutes of them seeing me in the bathroom.

Now why would I be willing to subject myself to this sort of talk? It would be such an unusual and potentially exciting experience to know that everyone is talking about my undies.

Everyday I would have to go to work realizing that my leopard print was a top subject of conversation as I try to notice any difference in how they look at me.

It would be absolutely delicious.

This brings me to the third suggestion. It is something that actually happened to a good friend of mine and until just three days ago I had completely forgotten about her experience.

She was in a department meeting a few years ago. From what she could determine, she had gone to the bathroom before the meeting and must not have paid particular attention to whether she had rebuttoned her skirt. The meeting room had wire-backed chairs, which our meeting room has as well.

When she stood up to leave the meeting, her zipper caught one of the twisted wires so perfectly that it pulled the zipper down and simultaneously yanked her skirt down as well.

She had the presence of mind to grab her skirt and immediately sit down so no one noticed, but what if I didn't have that same presence of mind?

I used to obsess over the thought of this constantly and wonder how it would feel to be the one losing their skirt. It creates so many mixed feelings ranging between absolute dread along with a latent desire to show off that I can't even imagine it.

I can't quite explain why, but I want to try it or at least dare myself to try it.

Yes, it would be extremely embarrassing and the thought of doing it on purpose sends my anxiety through the roof. Yet, I love this feeling, as I feel so alive. 

Every first Wednesday of the month we have a department meeting to review our call statistics and talk through what we can do better. My four fellow supervisors, two managers, and department director attend the meeting. Four members are female and three are male.

My suggestion is to reenact my friend's experience but actually lose my skirt as I stand up from my chair. I have even experimented with different skirts to see which ones would completely slip off of me.

The talk of it and of me would echo through the building.

The meeting isn't until July 3rd, so I would have all of this time to think about it. It would drive me crazy.

Maybe this is a version of "My Dilemma" after all.

I await your decision.

elizabeth



My dear Elizabeth,

It seems to me that you have told me what you really want to do. I quote; "I can't quite explain why, but I want to try it or at least dare myself to try it."

Your scenario creates a lovely image and since it is the one you clearly wish to think about, plan, and execute, I feel it would be churlish of me to deny you the opportunity.

So Elizabeth, I am willing to grant you your wish as follows -

In your meeting on July 3rd you will wear a suitable skirt along with your leopard panties, suspenders and stockings. During that meeting you will contrive to have your skirt tangle in the chair back. when you stand up with your arms full of papers, laptop, or whatever other items you need in that meeting, you will ensure that you skirt is pulled down to your ankles, and you will be unable to immediately correct this situation because your hands are full off papers. In your surprise and shock it seems to me that you would perhaps panic and naturally drop all the papers on the floor. This would ensure that your dilemma was brought to everyone's attention and that their natural reaction would be to rush round and assist. Your choice of blouse or shirt will ensure that it is short enough to provide an unrestricted view of your panties, suspender straps and stockings.

Of course, regardless of what happens on the day, you will write a story for literotica chronicling the whole process, from our initial exchange on this task to the final outcome.

Elizabeth, I am pleased to be able to allow you to carry out the task that you have so eloquently asked me to allot, and I do look forward to our email exchanges over the next couple of weeks as you plan the execution of this task.

And finally, Elizabeth, if you choose to accept this task, and execute it to the best of your ability, you must email me with your acceptance.

Good luck.

Mr Barclay.

Dear Mr. Barclay,

I accept the task as you have dictated it to me. This is a much easier decision as the task is still a ways off and the full ramifications of it haven't set in as yet.

Presently it fills me with excitement, as I have never dared even thinking about something like this other than in a fantasy situation. As the time gets closer I will undoubtedly have to face the reality of it.

I am surprised at how calm I am as I write about this, but guarantee that this won't last. Probably by Monday, July 1st, I will be begging you to call it off.

The other thing that I noticed is that the meeting occurs the day before a national holiday, which gives me a day away from work following the task. Most people try to take Friday off as well, so the full impact won't start until the following Monday.

If I really am going to do this, the timing of it is perfect.

Have a wonderful weekend.

elizabeth 

                               Preparation

Mr. Barclay's email to me assigning me to my next task sends a delectable tingling up and down my spine. Just the thought that I have another task to perform is like receiving permission to misbehave. Also the fact that it will require a fair amount of preparation excites me to no end, as I will be thinking about it constantly.

Whether I am able to actually perform the task is almost beside the point. Preparing to perform an exhibitionistic act is enough to keep my body vibrating for the next few weeks.

I find myself spending the weeks prior to July 3rd, the required date for my next performance, selecting the perfect skirt and blouse for the event. As all of my skirts fit between the sizes of "a little too tight" and "a bit too tight" (Damn baby fat) nothing seems to drop immediately when I unzip it.

Then for some reason I remember my husband's tuxedo pants with a very long zipper that has allowed me to have some delicious fun without fully removing his pants or even pulling them down. I now realize that it will be the length of the skirt's zipper that will open the skirt enough to drop from my waist.

I now search my skirts for long zippers and find one in the perfect shade of tan to coordinate with leopard print panties.

I am typically home alone from the time my daughters leave for school and my husband leaves for work, so I am using this as my practice time. Although my daughter's are on their summer breaks, both have taken jobs at the local mall, so my schedule is thankfully unchanged.

Pulling the skirt up my legs, I simply hold it shut around my waist as if it is unbuttoned and unzipped. I place a kitchen chair in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom and sit down leaving my skirt undone. I face the mirror full on so I can see what the others in our monthly meeting will be able to see and I stand up.

Down goes my skirt making my heart take a little leap and everything from my waist down is exposed. The flush of sexual energy through my body surprises me as I stare at my reflection.

God, can I really do this?

I go back to my closet and look for my shortest blouses to wear with my tan skirt and to provide the most exposure to my lower half. It is easy enough to find them, as the tails are shorter than the rest.

Two blouses are perfect as they have a squared bottom; look perfectly fine when untucked; and they barely reach the top of my skirt. One is a nice deep crimson and the other is chocolate brown.

The crimson one matches my garter belt, so it becomes my best choice. I also like how the deep red color offsets my leopard print panties.

The rest of my mornings are spent practicing unbuttoning and unzipping my skirt with one hand without making a noise or drawing any attention to myself. The kitchen chair comes in quite handy as I use it to serve as my conference room chair.

By the end of the week I am quite adept at undoing my skirt.

Each and every time that I stand to allow my skirt to drop, my entire body reacts in a most delectable manner. I knew that the idea of showing myself off at work would create these sensations, but can I really do this?

Every time I think about dropping my skirt at work, my entire body goes into overdrive. It is difficult to explain exactly how it feels but the combination of feeling embarrassed, humiliated, exposed, vulnerable, and on display is like an aphrodisiac to me. It's not that I need to feel this way all of the time or even most of the time. However I have found that I can't go without these feelings for longer than a year or more.

I am dreading the arrival of July 3rd and at the same time I can't wait. Some days it seems that the hours just drag by and others it seems to fly. The thought of what I am preparing to do certainly makes my workdays go fast.

I find myself staring at the other people that will be in the meeting and imagine what their reaction will be. This is when I feel the most anxious and excited.

I don't think that I am even able to properly communicate all that is going on inside of me, but suffice it to say that it is all incredibly arousing.

Hello everyone. My name is Elizabeth and I am an exhibitionist.



                         The Performance

Wednesday, July 3rd arrives much like any other work Wednesday, however this particular Wednesday includes a ticking time bomb. That time bomb is my agreement to perform a task at our monthly staff meeting.

I didn't sleep much last night more from the apprehension of my upcoming task than from any anxiety over it. 

I guess that we all reach a point in our lives where 'normal' becomes boring. Is this what they refer to as a "mid-life crisis"?

Well it seems that mine has hit me square in the face.

I am bored, missing my old ways, and want to do something outrageous; or so I think.

This morning my daughters are already out of the house and my husband will be stepping out very soon, leaving me to my regular morning prep and singular thoughts about my task.

I am already vibrating from head to toe. I am visibly shaking from the anticipation of this upcoming event that I want to do. 

Yes, I said that I want to do this. Ever since a friend of mine had a near miss with her skirt being pulled off by a stray wire from her chair during a meeting, I have fantasized about this happening to me. As I have already stated the combination of surprise, embarrassment, and exposure is akin to an aphrodisiac for someone like me. 

For over 20 years of my live I have enjoyed being sexily adventurous as my many stories and photos can attest, but lately I have felt trapped. Maybe it was the performance of the first task that reignited the embers or sharing my experiences on Literotica. It really doesn't matter, as today I am committed to being adventurous again.

In a way I assume that this is similar to a junkie needing a fix. 

Instead of dreading this day, my mantra for the past week has been, "I can do this." It is like the ultimate dare to myself along with Mr. Barclay's assistance by making it my next task. 

The feeling of anxiety, apprehension, and sexual arousal, along with the socially unacceptable aspect of losing my outer clothes in public has been my drug for so long. I can't really say if this is my last time or the start of another string of exhibitions, but it certainly will be my most daring; if I can do it.

Sadly, so often fantasy is so much better than reality. If I do go ahead and drop my skirt I only hope that my fantasy of it is close to how it really plays out.

I want my co-workers to be shocked as they discover that I wear stockings and a garter belt. I want the men to have a look on their face that tells me they clearly enjoy what they see. I want to feel embarrassed and excited at the same time. I am so afraid that I will just feel dumb standing in front of everyone with my skirt down around my ankles.


Another Task



My anxiety is forming as I obsess over what might happen.

Trying to remain calm, I give my husband a kiss, closing the door behind him and I am on my own.

With every nerve ending in my body tingling I fill the tub with water and began to shave my legs for the third time in five days, along with another area that grows unwanted hairs.

I towel off checking my work in the mirror and feel that I am ready for my performance.

Although I have been vibrating constantly I don't think that the full effect has hit me until I pull my tiny string bikini leopard print panties up my legs and over my tingling areas.

Looking at myself in the full-length mirror located on the back of our bedroom door is such an eye opener.

My panties cover very little of me, fore and aft, and are about to be seen by quite a few rather important people at work i.e. two managers and the director of my department.

I really haven't known any of these people for very long, which actually will make my task simpler. I find it easier as well as more exciting to be exposed in front of people that I don't have any relationship with. It seems to be a particular aspect of my style of exhibitionism.

I am half regretting my preference for teeny bikini panties as I assume none of my co-supervisors wear such sexy undies.

I push the thought out of my mind as best I can, knowing that if I let it linger, I will lose my nerve.

It still feels like a game to me and although my body is reacting to my planned performance, my mind still doesn't seem to accept it as real. It worries me to some degree as to when my mind might catch up with my body.

I know that I will chicken out if and when the feeling of pure panic takes me over.

I wrap my garter belt around my waist and connect the clasp moving it to my back. It is a dark crimson color that offsets the leopard print as well as accents it quite deliberately. With my crimson colored blouse I should leave a lasting impression.

I actually catch myself smiling as I continue to mark my progress in the mirror. I like the look and I feel very sexy. But do I really have the nerve to show my co-workers?

I sit down on the bed and pull each one of my tan stockings up my legs making sure not to catch them on anything in the process. I attach each stocking to my garter straps and smooth the thin nylon material up and down my legs.

I also take the time to make sure the stocking tops are perfectly level on my thighs.

I feel as if I am going out on a special date with my husband where I am planning on being quite naughty. Just the thought is quite intoxicating resulting in more than one little twitch from my leopard covered erogenous zone.

I can't tell if I am completely numb to what I am about to do, but despite the constant vibrating, I am perfectly relaxed other than when I start thinking about the consequences. I am going to be the topic of discussion for quite a while afterwards as well as being stared at by most everyone in the building.

This makes me very nervous and yet I feel that it will be quite enjoyable to see how everyone reacts along with the kind of attention that might come my way. It is often that a 40 year old Mom is the "hottie" at work.

Then I slip on the deep crimson nylon blouse that immediately displays two tiny nubs of hard flesh poking against the material. Due to the dark color, a person would have to be looking for them, but once found, they would be quite apparent.

I rarely if ever have gone to work without a bra, and when I did I was always wearing a jacket, so today will add another element of exposure to my performance. Thankfully I am not that well endowed, so all that might be obvious to anyone will be my tiny bumps pushing on the fabric. Pretty much the least of what will draw their attention to me.

Most of the younger females of my staff seem to show off much more than this on a daily basis, so I am prepared to be a little less proper today.

My blouse is a perfect length as it barely reaches past my navel offering a full view of my entire garter belt, string bikini panties, and stocking tops. And besides all of that it almost perfectly matches the color of my garter belt. 

I can feel the anticipation building inside of me as I continue to look at myself in the mirror. What I am looking at is precisely what I plan to show off i.e. a crimson red satin blouse that won't cover my crimson red garter belt, tiny leopard print string bikini panties, tan stockings, nor my tan heels.

Am I really prepared to do this?

Courageously I think to myself, "I can do this." But can I really?

I then pull my skirt up over my legs, button the button in the back and zip up the zipper.

I have decided to unzip my zipper at the start of the meeting while everyone is making small talk as they always do before the meeting starts; that way no one will be any the wiser.

Then as the meeting is underway, I can subtly undo my button and remain seated until it is over.

As we all rise, I am planning on scooping up my reports and notebook and simply letting gravity do the rest.

I put on a pair of tan leather 4 inch heels, which gives the illusion that my legs are much longer than they are and does wonders for my derriere. Oh sweet vanity, thy name is Elizabeth.

Other than my nerves, I guess I am ready.

My drive to work is uneventful and other than the constant vibrating, I still feel ready to go.

Our monthly meeting is scheduled for 10:00 and admittedly I may be in a fog of possible denial right up until 9:50.

As I am sitting at my desk going over our monthly call reports for the umpteenth time, my mind seems to catch up to my body with the full realization that I am about to drop my skirt in a meeting attended by my fellow supervisors, our two managers, and the department director. 

But instead of my head filling with thoughts of "I can't do this," I find myself thinking just the opposite i.e. "I can do this."

It has become my mantra for the morning as the time slowly ticks away.

It seems so crazy to even be considering this task, and yet, here I am sitting in my cubicle in front of my computer screen with every nerve in my body on full alert. I can't keep my legs from shaking, so I began to take deep, slow breaths to calm myself down. The next 90 minutes are excruciatingly slow. I have probably visited the bathroom 4 times already. It seems that when I am very nervous I have to tinkle, and I am very nervous,

At five minutes to the hour I take a deep breath, rise from my desk, gather my reports and notebook, and make my way to the conference room. Two of my fellow supervisors that join me say something to me but I don't hear anything other than a constant ringing in my ears. It is like a white noise keeping me focused on what I am about to do.

Maybe focus isn't quite the right choice of words, as I am obsessing over it. Can I really do this? And, why would I even consider it?

I am nervous, more nervous than I have been in years. But it is a good kind of nervous; much like the first time I stripped down to my bra and panties outdoors and sunbathed in public. (Read my story, My First Outdoor Exhibition).

I haven't felt this alive in years and don't want the feeling to go away.

I do want to do this.

I enter the meeting room and find a chair. I need to sit down so as not to show how much of me is shaking.

We all exchange our usual greetings and it helps me to calm down. As I look around the room I find myself wondering what they will all be thinking in less than 60 minutes from now when the meeting ends and I am standing in front of my chair with my skirt on the floor.

Now my hands are shaking so I grip the tabletop to steady them.

I am sure that if anyone was intently watching me, they would see how distracted I see to be.

As the meeting gets underway, I realize that I was so caught up all of the thoughts going through my mind that I forgot to take the first opportunity to unzip my skirt. It is already 15 minutes into the meeting and I still haven't done anything that would have me committed to the task. My skirt is still fully zipped and buttoned.

I start to think about all of the sexy activities that I used to perform and silently exhort myself to at least unzip my skirt. It doesn't commit me to do anything further, and I won't feel like such a chicken should I decide to not follow through.

I also think about my best girlfriend from where we used to live and how she would have told me over and over again how I have to do this.

"Ok, OK" I think to myself. "Just undo the zipper."

Thankfully everyone is looking at our first quarter stats, so I very quietly reach one hand behind my back while at the same time making sure that no one suddenly focuses their attention on me, and as simple as pie, my zipper is all of the way down.

The first step towards my 'accidental' exposure is complete.

It is funny how every so often a woman or a man in our office walks around with their zipper undone. I can feel the difference between zipped up and unzipped immediately.

I feel exposed. A wonderful tingling takes over my body.

I feel so naughty, and am starting to believe that I can do this.

The anxiety and excitement flooding all of my senses is intoxicating reminding me of so many past experiences that I have had and still want to have. I want to do this.

Thankfully I have spent a great deal of time with the reports beforehand and thus am able to contribute to the conversation as well as to give some recommendations for improving our wait times. I don't want to seem absent or distracted; so I concentrate on the conversation as best I can.

It also keeps my mind off of the next step, which essentially fully commits me to the task.

Knowing now how it feels to have my zipper down while sitting in a meeting actually provides an incentive to undo my button as well. I am starting to feel aroused.

As a general discussion on staffing issues breaks out it seems like the perfect time to execute the last step of my task. My hands are leaving moisture prints on the conference tabletop. I take a very deep breath and reach behind my back for the second time since the meeting has begun and scratch my lower back. Right at this moment I am certain that I can't go through with it. My mind is flooded with all of the reasons why this isn't a good idea. And why even subject myself to the weeks of ridicule and hidden discussion that will undoubtedly follow.

I hadn't expected my conservative side to rear its ugly head particularly since I was enjoying having my zipper down so much.

I can feel my face flush and tiny beads of sweat starting to form.

I continue to scratch, as everyone is involved in the conversation and pretty much resolve to forget the task and to pull my zipper back up.

At this exact moment something is said regarding staffing that perks up my ears and I respond to the comment offering a possible solution. So many call centers have staffing issues that remain unsolved. I have spent a great deal of time thinking about how to attract the right people to a job that requires you to be on the phone all day and feel that I might have some good suggestions that would help.

I am quite pleased by the look of appreciation on my manager and director's faces as a result of my input as well as the look of envy from some of my fellow supervisor's.

I have definitely just been noticed for my knowledge and expertise.

I feel quite proud of myself and for some unexplained reason again reach behind my back and my fingers adeptly undo my button.

It is as if my conservative Mom persona merged with my sexy exhibitionist persona giving the go ahead. 

"Oh God." Immediately I can feel the waistline of my skirt open up and move southward as if it is no longer on. It feels like my skirt is lying on the chair instead of providing any coverage to my backside.

Every area of skin, from my knees up to my crotch, begins to quiver. Thankfully the discussion on staffing issues has been postponed for another meeting to be scheduled for next week, as this one is running out of time. I find it extremely difficult to maintain any focus on the discussion while being fully aware that nothing is holding my skirt up any longer.....nothing.

It occurs to me to just stay seated and redo my skirt as everyone leaves the meeting, but I no longer want to be safe. Having just been noticed for my input has encouraged me to bring another kind of attention to myself. Oh, the complicated mind of an exhibitionist. I still can't believe that I actually did it. My skirt is completely undone, the meeting is almost over, and my soon to be exposed areas are being very wicked indeed. They want me to know that they are going to enjoy what comes next very much no matter how embarrassing it might be for me.

I want to cross my legs and squeeze, but this is neither the time nor the place.

Essentially my itch wants to be scratched, which essentially is why I am now sitting here with my skirt completely undone.

Everyone gathers up their materials and belongings including myself. The meeting has gone so well for me that for just a second I forget what is about to happen next. After all I have been sitting and contributing to the discussion for the past 10 minutes with my skirt entirely undone.

Every time I leaned back in my chair I could feel the wire back against my garter strap instead of my skirt. I like how it feels to realize that I have purposely unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt while sitting in a staff meeting.

As everyone stands up, I linger in my chair exhorting myself to "just do it". Nike would be proud.

Without any further thought or fear of consequences I close my eyes and rise from my chair. Immediately my skirt slides off of my waist, down the front of my leopard print panties, down my stocking covered legs, and gathering around my tan high heels as it hits the floor. It is so sudden that I don't have to feign any surprise at all as "Oh god!" slips out of my mouth and in my futile attempt to grab my descending skirt my papers and notebook slip from my hands falling mostly on the conference table with some of the loose pages floating to the floor.

Then it is as if everything is in slow motion as everyone's head turns towards me. I watch as each face slowly lights up with the recognition that I am no longer wearing my skirt. Their eyes grow wider as some mouths stand wide open and others form little smiles.

Not a single person looks away, and by the angle of their stares they all are focusing on my leopard print panties, crimson red garter belt, and tan stocking tops.

For an exhibitionist like me this is the moment that I crave most as it causes the most excitement. The slight change in temperature sends goose bumps to my exposed thighs and makes me fully aware of what is no longer covered. If you have ever undressed at a beach with your swimming suit on under your clothes, you will have a sense of what I am describing. You can feel the change in temperature as more and more of your skin is exposed to the fresh air and at the same time you can sense people looking at you as you disrobe. The absence of my skirt alerts my brain to the fact that I am wearing less than I was just a mere second ago. For me that awareness is the most arousing part of my exhibition.

I know that I am standing in a conference room at my place of work in my underwear while being stared at by my coworkers. It is so embarrassing and so exhilarating for me simultaneously.

This is the exact convergence of conflicting feelings and sensations that I have been missing, and now it is back in full force.

My lower lips clench in a very arousing manner and I know that my nipples are at full attention. I am definitely turned on.

The entire scene is frozen in time as I stand still with real shock on my face. I had never expected how quickly my skirt would drop thinking that I could still abort the task if I had second thoughts. My skirt had a mind of its own as I would have had no chance whatsoever to keep it from falling once I stood up from my chair.

My shock only adds to the intensity of feelings adding to my physical excitement.

The reality of this situation is better than the fantasy.

The sexual arousal, which would usually require 15 minutes or more of foreplay, has taken less than 10 seconds, unless you count the time sitting with my skirt undone.

I am extremely embarrassed by everyone's attention as they scurry around me to pick up my fallen papers.

Their efforts to help me only act to pin me between the chair and conference table making it virtually impossible to bend over, so I grab my notebook off of the conference table where it fell and hold it in front of my crotch.

One of the managers and the director of our department are males. I have my manager standing directly opposite me across the conference table and my director almost immediately behind me. One is staring directly at my notebook-covered crotch and I imagine that the other is visually exploring my leopard print covered derriere.

Since my notebook only measures 5" by 7" and considering that a person in my state of skirtlessness doesn't spend the time to look exactly where their notebook is placed, I can't tell what exactly is covered and what is still exposed. For the most part I don't really care. I am hating and loving every moment of my exposure.

I do know for sure that my director has a completely unobstructed view of my leopard print bottom and since I haven't noticed any movement on his part, I can also assume that he is fixated on it. 

My nipples are at full attention and my clenched lips are now both quivering and salivating. Everything about it is so sinfully arousing for me.

I have already written in earlier stories that I was raised in a very strict religious family and credit a great deal of my childhood to my desire to act out. This is the ultimate in acting out for me and my body is reacting to it.

I need to sit down and to bury my head before the other women will notice how much I am enjoying my exposure.

I am the absolute center of attention with all eyes on me. What more could an exhibitionist want?

I plunk myself back into my chair no longer attempting to recover my skirt. The flurry of activity continues around me as all of my dropped papers are picked up and arranged in front of me.

When I am excited, I mean excited sexually, I get all red and blotchy on my face, neck and chest. The blotches are in full bloom, which is to my benefit as it makes it look like I am terribly embarrassed as opposed to terribly aroused.

No one has left the conference room and I can feel all of them continuing to stand and stare at me. One of my co-workers asks as a general question, "What happened?"

It is interesting to hear their conversation as they speculate how my skirt had come undone. Most of it has to do with catching the back on the chair, so I know that it will be simple enough for me to confirm their assumptions.

I finally am able to lift my head and look at everyone. While still sitting down, I reach for my skirt, which is now completely off any part of my body including my feet, picking it up and placing it on my lap like a napkin, while at the same time saying, "Well, that was one way to end a meeting." This seems to break whatever tension was in the room as everyone laughs.

I take a quick glance at my chest and easily see my very erect nipples making little bumps on the front of my blouse.

Considering how wet I am it is no surprise. 

The look in everyone's eyes particularly my manager's and director's is absolutely intoxicating. I can tell that everyone is shocked to see my under attire, and it is quite obvious that they all enjoyed my exposition: all for different reasons.




Another Task



Before they go on their way, my director asks whether I am OK, which is almost comical. I respond that other than being totally embarrassed I am fine, which isn't close to the truth. The truth is that I am on an incredible high from the whole experience.

I don't remember being so aroused with every nerve ending in my body vibrating as if I am in the middle of the most delectable foreplay with a fabulous orgasm well on the way.

My director takes control and asks everyone to clear the conference room to let me put my skirt back on. They all leave closing the door behind them or so it seems.

I finally have a moment to let everything that has just happened to sink in.

The mixture of shock, (How fast my skirt dropped from my waist) embarrassment, (Being seen by my fellow supervisors and three bosses in tiny leopard print panties), and arousal, (wearing nothing but a blouse, panties, stockings, and garter belt in our company's conference room while being stared at by my two male bosses) was beyond all of my expectations.

God, I am so excited that I find it difficult to breath. Without a doubt this is the most exhilarating experience I have ever had.

I reach one hand under my skirt napkin and touch myself between my legs. Just the mere pressure of my fingers on my crotch almost sends me into spasms. I quickly take my hand away and focus on getting dressed.

I push my chair away from the conference table slipping one leg after the other into my skirt. Standing up I pull it up to my waist buttoning and zipping it up.

As I am doing this I swear that I hear the conference room door click all of the way shut. Was someone just now watching me get dressed and more humiliating, did they see me touch myself causing my eyes to roll back into my head?

Maybe one of my co-workers is a little voyeur.

I may never know the answer or time will reveal it to me.

Once I exit the conference room two of my fellow supervisor's walk with me to my cubicle saying over and over again how embarrassing it must be and how unusual it was that the chair had caught my zipper. I just agree with their statements of concern and thank them for their help, but what I really want is to be left alone to let every part of me to calm down.

I think that my nipples could cut glass, and my lower lips just keep twitching like I am on the verge of an orgasm. At least it certainly feels that way to me.

I have to get out of the building. So I use my lunch hour to escape the constant buzz about my skirt mishap. I figure that by the end of next week the entire building will have heard some rendition of my unveiling along with my choice of undies.

This just excites me that much more.

I decide to email Mr. Barclay to let him know that the task has been performed and to keep me from sitting in my car and playing with myself. Yes, I am that aroused.

He replies with this email:

Wow, well done, congratulations, brave, stupid, exciting, embarrassing, intoxicating..........

Clearly you are on a high and I will be looking forward to hearing the details. I'll also want to know what you hear on the office gossip grape vine.

Very pleased to hear you also enjoyed the experience.

Keep up the good work.

Mr Barclay

After I email Mr. Barclay from my car I drive to a park just about a mile from work which follows a small stream as it makes its way through the city. I have found that during the day the park is unusually absent of people and has become my refuge after a particularly trying morning, although this certainly doesn't fall into that category.

I park the car on the street and walk to my favorite bench. Although it is situated directly alongside a paved walk, I am often alone for the 40 minutes or so that I sit there.

My entire body is absolutely vibrating with what I just did. I am as high as a kite with pure sexual energy and excitement.

My mind is essentially playing a repeating reel of thoughts: "I can't believe it. I can't believe that I did it. Oh my God, it all felt too good. Did you see the look on my manager's face? I thought he was going to squirt himself. Did I notice an erection in his pants? Maybe he was the one that I thought was peeking at me. I am so excited right now I can't believe it. Did you see the look on everyone's face when my skirt dropped to the floor? My God, if I touch myself right now I will orgasm. That was so incredible, I can't believe it. And my director was behind me and never moved. I wonder what he was looking at."

I try to calm myself down, but it is virtually impossible. I am as sexually charged as I have ever been so I pull my skirt up my legs past my stocking tops just to get some cooler air in that general vicinity. I want to do it again and again, but know that it will never be the same. The first time is always the best and the most intense.

I am oozing liquid from my excitement, which is another reason I have pulled my skirt up. 

I am hoping that the cooler air is akin to a cold shower. 

Maybe this would be a good place to explain the difference between "sexually charged" and "horny". Being sexually charged has my entire body vibrating with raw sexuality. This always accompanies any exhibitionistic act that I may perform. It makes me feel high as a kite from the excitement and I absolutely love it as it lasts for days.

Horny is simply wanting to have sex or to orgasm. This certainly can accompany my sexually charged feelings but is just a small part of the whole.

Right now I am very sexually charged.

As I start to calm down I pull my skirt a little higher moving my legs wide apart and start to analyze why leopard print panties are considered so seductive. All I have to do right now is look down and my leopard print crotch is clearly visible. The air feels good and seems to be doing a good job of airing me out.

I can't say that I am really less lit up, but at least my breathing has returned to a somewhat normal rhythm, so I decide to head back to work.

I am sure that you would like to read that the entire time my skirt was up at the park, a young voyeur was staring at me and that he approached me as I started to leave, but that is the difference between fantasy and reality.

And for me this was stock full of fantasy filled "WOW".



P.S. When I got back to the office following my very needed lunch break, I had an invite on my calendar to meet with my department director at the end of the day. I, of course, accepted and found myself just as nervous to meet with him, as I was to drop my skirt. Particularly since he had a very clear view of my leopard print bottom for an extended period of time and I had never been asked to meet with him before.

At the appointed time I walked up the stairs to his floor as a way to calm my nerves and after knocking on his open door I entered.

He looked up from whatever he was doing when he heard my knock and greeted me with a wonderful smile of acknowledgement. He then proceeded to tell me how impressed he was with my comments regarding our ongoing staffing issues and hopes that I will be able to expand upon them in our upcoming meeting.

I thanked him for the compliment and assured him that I had quite a few ideas on how we could attract the right people to our department. All the while I couldn't help but wonder how much my "accidental" striptease had to do with him noticing me.

I certainly wouldn't encourage anyone to follow my lead, but it seems that my exhibition may have helped my career. Imagine that! 

P.S.S. I now have another invite on my calendar for lunch with my manager for next week. Maybe I should write a book on how a woman can get ahead in business. Pun intended.

P.S.S. A couple of my co-supervisors have dropped by my cubicle and have asked me about wearing garter belts and stockings. They told me that like myself they hate pantyhose, but have always felt that garters and stockings were not appropriate for anywhere but the bedroom. Maybe I can convert a few of them to my way of thinking and find some good friends in the process.

The results of this task just seem to be getting better and better.



Another Taste for Nikki



After her first spanking Nikki had to admit to herself, perhaps for the first time that she actually enjoyed the spanking and the hot satisfying sex afterward. She even admitted for the first time in her life that she had a Daddy complex. Though in reality she had never had thoughts about her own father, the man who was her boss captured her imagination and lust in a way that caused her to give in to her previously denied desire to be taken by someone she could relate to as a Daddy figure. She was hoping beyond hope that this was not a one-time thing for him, because she wanted more. She certainly wished that they would continue exploring her desires and needs. She was soon to find out that sometimes one should be careful what they wish for. 

Several days after her first encounter with her boss, Nikki arrives at work a few minutes early as usual. There on her desk is a vase of Daisy’s with a card attached. Nikki gasped in excitement as she saw the flowers on her desk. As she hurriedly tore open the envelope containing the card, she felt her body react to the situation with a flush of warmth. The card is from her boss. It reads;

“I hope you enjoyed our little session Tuesday as mush as I did. If you did, and would like to get together again away from work, be ready tomorrow night at 6:30. I will pick you up. Dress appropriately to go out. 

Dean”

Nikki felt her heart beat faster in her chest. So obviously he DID enjoy their session and was interested in following up. She was thrilled beyond words. She put the card away and began her day. As her day progressed she found herself becoming more and more distracted. She determinedly concentrated on doing her job and paid close attention to the details as to not make any major mistakes. 

When the day finally drew to a close, she noted that she had not seen her boss much at all this day. He had been fairly consumed in meetings and other activities all day. As she was clearing her desk in readiness for leaving for the weekend, she felt his eyes on her. Turning her head, she saw him standing behind her, watching her intently. 

“Well, You certainly have been busy today.” She quipped. 

“Just the way I like it.” He replied. “So, do I cancel the reservations I made for tomorrow?” 

“No.” she answered, averting her eyes, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. 

“Very good, six thirty then.” He said and turned and walked back into his office. 

Saturday passed excruciatingly slow for Nikki. She spent the morning doing her household chores. About three o’clock she decided it was time to get ready for her date. She spent the next hour going through her closest trying to decide what to wear. She finally decided on a simple white shift. She always looked good in white and definitely wanted to look good tonight. After spending the next hour taking a long leisurely bath, and using all of her will power not to play with her hot little pussy, she went about getting dressed. She dressed in a white bra, white bikini panties and white thigh high stockings. When all was said and done she was dressed and waiting on her date at six fifteen. 

When Dean arrived his eyes lit up and a big smile came to his face as he saw his date for the evening. He had been pleased when he hired Nikki and was very attracted to her from the start. He valued her work ethic and had decided not to pursue his personal feelings, rather keep things on a professional level. However, with the recent turn of event he had decided that perhaps they would pursue it and see what happened. He wanted to talk with her about that very thing tonight. 

They dined at one of the most popular restaurants in town and their evening passed with comfortable talk and an easy atmosphere. They both seemed to fit well together. There were no first date uncomfortable pauses in the conversation, and they found that they shared many interests. He had purposely left the conversation concerning the direction of their relationship out of the mix tonight. Besides being a good conversationalist, Nikki also discovered that he was a great dancer. She discovered many new things about her boss’s personality that just intrigued her more and more. However, the biggest discovery was yet to come. 

Because the restaurant was very crowed on a Saturday night, they parked some blocks away. They walked contentedly down the street, Nikki with her hand at his arm, occasionally leaning her head into his shoulder. They were so involved in their conversation they didn’t hear the man come up behind them. 

The man, big and burly, silently walked up behind the pair and took a gin out of his pocket. He got in close to Vern and thrust the gun into his back unceremoniously. 

“Don’t do anything stupid and no one gets hurt.” He growled.

Taking half a step backwards, he ordered the two to turn around. Nikki was shocked beyond words. This was her first exposure to the world of street violence. They did as ordered and turned to face their robber. 

“Just give me your money and no one gets hurt.” The thug reiterated. He was pointing the gun directly at Vern’s chest. 

“Ok. Man.” Dean said. “I’m going to reach inside my coat and get my wallet.” Dean explained as his hand came up to the front of his coat. 

The man’s wild eyes darted back and forth between Dean and Nikki a couple of times, pausing to give Nikki a quick once over. As Dean scooped the money from his wallet and handed it over to the man, a crisp one hundred dollar bills dislodged from the group and floated to the ground. The man, obviously very nervous, watched the bill. He stupidly, bent over to pick the bill up, trying his best to keep the gun level and pointed at Dean. As he lowered his head to pick up the bill, Dean moved toward him. He caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and pulled the trigger. The explosion of the gun was deafening on the quiet street. The next few seconds were a complete blur to Nikki. She screamed at the gunshot. Then, her hand to her mouth, watched in stunned silence as Dean pounced on the thug like a demon possessed. In the span of a few microseconds, the man was lying on the damp pavement, his gun in Dean’s hand, completely disabled. Nikki’s stunned mind was brought slowly back to reality as she heard Dean’s voice asking her if she was all right and felt his hand gently shaking her. 

“What the hell just happened?” she all but screamed. 

“Calm down. Everything’s fine.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She was shaking from the ordeal, but determined not to cry. His strong embrace gave her strength in return. He guided her gently away from the downed thug.

“Are you alright?” she asked again. Dean assured her he was and calmed her down a bit. Then reached for his cell phone. 

“We have a situation, here. I need a team to come clean up.” He spoke abruptly into the phone. 

His words barely registered in Nikki confused brain. She felt a mixture of confusion, relief that he wasn’t shot and comfort that he had defused this situation so well. As she turned to look at him, he eyes were drawn to the bullet hole in his coat and shirt. She could do nothing but stare at him, her eyes moving slowly between his eyes and the torn material. 

“I don’t understand.” She said softly. 

Dean started to speak, but was interrupted when a black van came roaring around the corner and came to an unceremonious stop beside them. Two men emerged from the van both dressed in black. One stopped to talk to Dean, the other walked over to the downed thug. 

“Are you OK, Sir?” the man asked. 

“Everything’s fine.” Dean assured him. “Just take this idiot away and we’ll be on our way.”

“Yes Sir.” the man replied. 

Within a few short minutes the thug was loaded into the van. The men took the gun from Dean and roared off into the night. 

Before anything else could happen a limo pulled along side them and Dean opened the car door and helped Nikki inside. 

“Now,” she said questioningly. “Do you want to tell me what THAT was all about?” She was desperately trying to get her perception back and to make her brain function normally.  

“I guess it’s about time you were told.” Dean said taking her hand in his. 

He went on to explain that their business was not the only one he owned. That, in fact, he owned several and was not only a very successful entrepreneur, but also something of a corporate raider. He bought businesses that were mostly in trouble, he explained and then rebuilt the business to either be sold or to be incorporated into his company. He had bought this business and had decided to come himself to work here. It had been awhile since he had actually been out in the field so to speak and he wanted the break and to see if he was still sharp in his business acumen. And he had become interested in her and decided to stay on for a while. The men who had shown up at the mugging were his personal security team who had a twenty-four hour watch on him. There were some people out there that he had offended over the years and the company was concerned for his safety. The reason he was not hurt was because he was wearing a new very thin bulletproof vest. 

Nikki leaned her head against the back of the seat, letting this new information seep into her overworked brain. 

Nikki was lost in her thoughts and before she knew it, her reverie was broken by Dean’s voice. 

“We’re here, Nikki.” He said softly. 

“hhmmmm….where?” she asked. 

“My place. Come on.” He took her hand and helped her out of the car. He led her into his town house, an elegantly, yet masculine apartment of massive size. He led her into the living room, and then walked over to the bar. He fixed her a glass of wine. The sat and talked for quite a while. Nikki was at first put off by his deception. But as he explained his motivation she began to feel more comfortable again. He had not been seriously involved with someone for months. It seemed every time he found someone he might want to cultivate a relationship with he could never be sure if it was him the young lady was interested in or his money. Part of the reason he had taken on this job was to get away from his rat race for a while and rethink his life. He had never expected to find someone who captivated him like she did. 

After a couple of long hours of talking about his life and hers, she found herself as captivated with him as he was with her. What occurred now what both a shock to her and a very pleasant surprise.



As the conversation waned, he stood and took her hand. He pulled her up and against him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue playing with hers. Nikki found herself melting in his arms. After the kiss, he led her down the hall to his bedroom. 

Leaving her in the middle of the room, he sat on the bed and looked at her. 

“Undress for me, my sweet.” He said. 

She looked longingly at him and reached to remove her dress. When the dress was gone, he walked over to her and led her to the bed. 

Laying her down on the bed on her tummy, he walked to the head of the bed and gathered up several pillows. 

“You know, just because you like to be spanked as a form of foreplay, doesn’t necessarily mean the spanking has to be for something you did wrong. It could be just to turn you on.” As he talked he was placing the pillows under her hips. This effectively elevated her hips and ass. Leaning over he ran his hand over her panty-clad butt. 

“And I like to spank pretty young ladies, just as much as you like to be spanked.” 

He stepped back and stripped out of his shirt shoes and pants. He walked to the foot of the bed and stepped onto the bed between her wide spread legs. He ran his hands over her ass once again. 

Nikki felt incredibly vulnerable and incredibly turned on at the same time as his hot hands ran lovingly over her ass. She moaned audibly as she felt the heat begin to build in her ass and her pussy. Her nipples pressed sensuously into the material of her sexy bra. She wiggled and groaned as he played. 

“Does Daddy’s little girl need her cute ass spanked, Nikki?” He asked.

She squirmed sensuously, very cognizant of the fact that he was playing into her fantasy and wanton hidden desire that she had felt so guilty about for so long. She felt unbelievably comfortable and aroused that he could so easily accept what she herself had fought in her brain for so long. 

“Yes, please Daddy.” She whimpered. She was getting so turned on by this whole scene that she barely felt anything but lust and satisfaction. 

Smack! His hand landed smartly on her left ass cheek. 

“Daddy’s little girl needs a good sound spanking doesn’t she?” 

Smack! His hand struck her right cheek. 

“Yes, Daddy. Please.” 

Smack

“Lift up!” he ordered. 

She raised her hips off the pillows and felt him tug her panties down her sexy legs and pull them off. 

Now her bare ass was in THE most vulnerable of positions. 

Smack

“Daddy will take care of his hot little girl. This DOES make you hot, doesn’t it, Nikki?”

Smack

“Oh, yes Daddy. I LIKE it when you spank me.” 

Smack

Her cute little ass was beginning to burn and tingle and that telltale heat was moving around to her pussy. She wiggled and twisted as he continued to slap her ass.

“Is Nikki going to be a good girl and take care of Daddy when he’s done?” 

Smack

“Yes, Daddy. Nikki will take care of Daddy. Oh………ow……..oh my god……..oweeee”

Squealing into the pillow, Nikki pushed her hot wet pussy into the sheets of the bed. She was becoming hotter and wetter as the spanking continued to play with her brain. She was becoming terribly turned on by this whole scene and was exceptionally aware how well he was playing into her favorite fantasy. 

SMACK

Without warning, Dean slipped one hand under her twisting hips and found her wet hot pussy. 

She squealed with delight as she felt his hand on her pussy. When he slapped her ass again, he slipped a finger into her pussy. 

Nikki jumped at the invasion and spread her legs wider to allow him better access. He fingered her sweet little pussy as he continued to slap her ass. 

In a few short minutes, she was wiggling and squirming all over the pillows, hot desire coursing through her body. 

Dean leaned in over her, his hot hard cock pressing into her butt. He reached and undid her bra, pulling it abruptly off her shoulders and out from under her. She arched her back as she felt his hands slide around and cup her tits. She moaned again loudly as he tweaked her nipples and pressed himself into her ass. 

“Does Naughty Girl want Daddy?” He whispered into her ear. 

“Oh, yes, Daddy. Please.” She whimpered. 

Grabbing the back of her hair, he turned her face to his and licked at her lips. She struggled trying to get his tongue, but he denied her. She moaned through parted lips as he continued to tease her. She pulled hard against his hand and succeeded in pressing her open mouth to his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. She was on fire. Her ass stung hotly and she could feel his hard cock between her ass cheeks. One of his hands was squeezing her tits and nipples and one was holding her lips to his in a hard passionate kiss. 

“Please, Daddy.” She whimpered. “Give me your cock. Please.” 

Letting her go, he pulled himself onto his knees once again between her legs. He proceeded to deliver several hard, sharp slaps to her ass once again. Then shucking off his shorts, he fisted his cock and rubbed the head against her pussy lips. 

Almost totally losing control, Nikki squirmed and wiggled trying to impale herself on his big hard cock. 

“Please, please, please, please. Daaaadddddyyyyyyy.” 

Holding his cock in place he parted her pussy lips with the head and the slammed it home into her wet hot pussy. 

“OH, MY GOD!!!” she screamed. She felt so full and so good as he filled her pussy with his man meat. She began to buck her hips to get as much of his cock into her as she could. He gladly helped her out by shoving his cock deep into her glistening pussy. 


He began to fuck into her hot wet pussy with long deep strokes. She returned his thrust with fervor and lust, totally lost in the glorious fucking she was now receiving. 

Within a few minutes she could feel the start of her orgasm. She began to grunt and whimper as the ecstasy overtook her. She screamed into the pillow beneath her head as she climaxed so very hard. 

Dean continued to fuck her hot little pussy with forceful thrusts of his cock. In minutes he felt the first telltale signs of his impending orgasm. He thrust more purposely as he pounded he almost mercilessly. Thrusting hard and deep, he felt his balls erupt into her heat. He spewed gush after gush of white-hot semen into her. Nikki felt the explosion deep inside her as he climaxed and she also exploded into another more powerful orgasm. 

“Oh my god, Daddy…..I’mmm cuummmmiiiing, a….gain!” She screamed.

Every thrust of his hips met hers and they shrieked out their climax together. As they subsided, he collapsed on top of her and she felt the tension flow from her body. Lying together, both spent and content, he stroked her as she cooed in his arms. 

Nikki smiled softly as she lay comfortably under his weight. She was content and happy for the first time in a long time and didn’t want this feeling to end. 

Copyright © 2003 Vern



Another Taste of Mom



Although the wife and I have always talked openly about sex and our secret fantasies, it was almost a week before anything was mentioned about the events that transpired on the canoe trip we took with her mother.

We were snuggling in bed and Deb looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and asked if I liked fucking her mom better that her.

I just chuckled a little and told her not to be silly or jealous because if she remembered correctly it was her idea in the first place.

She snuggled in tighter to me rubbing her neatly trimmed pussy against my thigh and said that it really did make her hot and wet watching and I told her I could tell by her actions after my return to camp.

I squeezed her ass cheek and asked her if she liked the taste of her moms’ pussy and she said she couldn’t believe she had actually sucked her own mothers’ juices off my dick.

I told her that she still had not answered my question and after a second or two of awkward silence she admitted that she loved it.

She told me she didn’t know if it was because it was another woman or because it was actually her mom but she said it made her hornier than hell.

I asked her how she would like to get the taste first hand without having to suck it off my cock and she asked how that could possibly happen.

I told her that I didn’t have all the details worked out yet but I had been forming a scheme (or fantasy) in my head since we got back from the canoe trip.

She urged me to tell her all the details of my plan but I told her she would just have to wait until I had it figured out myself.

I just laughed and told her the anticipation would stimulate her mind, which in turn would stimulate her body and maybe she could come up with a scenario or two of her own.

A few days later I told Deb that I thought I had it figured out and proceeded to tell her what I had planned for our next encounter with her mom.

She inquired what we would do if we got caught and I told her we would just have to play that situation out if it happened.

I said hopefully we would have her mom so hot she wouldn’t care if we brought animals into the mix.

I put the plan into motion that very weekend by calling Helen and telling her our son was going to gone for the weekend coming up and wondered if she wanted to go out with Deb and I to which she eagerly agreed.

We picked Helen up around 7:00 pm on Friday night and proceeded downtown to start what Deb and I hope would turn into a very exciting and memorable night.

We decided to hit a few of the local bars before heading out of town to a nearby club that had a band so we could kick our heals up a little.

After having a few drinks the two women were ready to go dancing so we started the 20-minute drive to the dance club.

On the ride over Deb told Helen that maybe she would find her a man at the club and get lucky to which her mom replied she was out with us tonight and that she wasn’t interested in meeting anybody right now.

Deb surprised us ,when she asked her mom if she ever got horny and after gasping her daughters name Helen replied that she didn’t think that Tim wanted to know the details of her thoughts.

I assured her that she couldn’t be further from the truth and the two girls could talk about anything they wanted to in front of me.

Although Helen kept trying to avoid the subject of sex, her desires and needs, Deb kept up the banter trying to get answers from her mother.

I thought Helen was going to get upset when her daughter asked her if she played with herself and if so; did she use toys or what.

Her mother told her that she thought that was getting a little too personal and luckily we had arrived at the dance club saving Helen from her daughters’ persistent questions.

Over the next several hours we danced and drank with abandonment and were having a fabulous time.

On one trip when Deb went to the ladies room without her mother I told Helen that she never answered Debs question about playing with herself and she gave me a knowing smile and told me that a girl does what she has to.

I told her I could see where her daughter got her looks and beautiful blue eyes from, which made her blush a little and then Helen replied she didn’t think I even noticed her eyes.

When Deb returned to the table she asked what we had been talking about and I told her which surprised her mother enough for her to slap my arm.

I told her that it was okay because her daughter played with herself also and so did I.

Helen told us that everybody does but it’s not something for casual conversation but I told her we were all adults and sharing personal things only made us closer.

Deb chimed in and said yeah mom I wan to hear all the juicy details and we all started laughing at her play on words.

The next time the girls went out to dance I elected to stay at our table informing them it was nice to sit and watch two beautiful women in skin tight levis shaking their asses just for me and they asked if I thought it was all for me to which I replied it better be.

They giggled and headed off to the dance floor and put on quite a show, which was noticed by almost everyone in the club.

At 34 and 52 years old and with their asses looking 18 in the jeans they almost looked like sisters instead of mother and daughter.

They both have beautiful blue eyes and Auburn colored hair with my wifes leaning more to the brown side as Helens having a more reddish cast to it but they are each one individually beautiful on their own let alone as a matched set.

After they caught their breath and had a drink a slow song started and at Debs insistence I took Helen onto the dance floor.

I had her pulled close to me and she was grinding her pelvis into my leg and I whispered in her ear and told her I wanted to fuck her again and she said she would like that very much.

I asked her if she had ever been blindfolded during sex and she said she hadn’t and why would she want to be.

I told her that it added to the excitement because one had to use their other senses and this seemed to enhance the level of excitement and that if you couldn’t see then you never knew what might happen next.

She pressed into me again and said it sounded interesting and I assured her that it would be.

When the music stopped we made our way back to the table and Deb asked her mom if she had been humping me out there and Helen replied she was just dancing extremely close.

We all laughed and Deb said she bet her mom was wet because as we exited the floor she noticed that I was about half hard.

Helen was once again surprised at her daughters’ boldness and just stated if she was then it was her business.

Deb told her it was okay because I made her wet too and even though she was Tims mother she was still a woman.

Helen told her she was right but that was information she would rather keep to herself and told Deb to leave it at that.

Both girls were pretty tipsy so I asked if they were ready to go or stay till they closed and they said it was up to me.

I told them we would get some cocktails for the drive back and take a road trip through the country to which they excitedly agreed.

At Debs insistence we all got in the front seat so we could be cozy as she put it and I didn’t mind one bit. 

My wife not only gets her fantastic looks from her mother she also got a bit of free spirit because every time we took road trips it seemed like the girls relished in getting to pee in the road in the great outdoors.

Every time the conversation lulled Deb would bring up something of a sexual nature and her mom asked her if she was obsessed with sex or what.

Deb replied that she thought she might be and asked her mother if she was to which Helen replied that although she loved it she wouldn’t say she was obsessed with it.

Almost everything that came out of Debs mouth pertained to sex and she even asked her mom if she had ever been with another woman and it was obvious she was shocked by this question when she snapped an insistent no answer.

I asked her if it was because she didn’t want to or the situation never presented itself and she said it was a little of both.

I then asked her if she were ever presented with the opportunity would she be willing to explore and she said she wasn’t sure.

I laughed and told her if she was horny enough she would probably jump right into it without a second thought about it.

She laughed and agreed that once a person got so horny the possibilities could be endless as to what one might do sexually.

Deb laughed and accused her mother of being a  muff licker and Helen smacked her leg and told her she was not but added that you never know what the future holds.

She then added that with the luck she had with men that maybe it was something to consider.

I said I wanted to watch if it ever happened and we all laughed hysterically but I was serious.

As we neared our house Deb told her mom that she was staying with us so I wouldn’t have to drive into town since I had been drinking and her mother said that was fine and added that she always slept peacefully when she stayed with us.

We exited the car and unsteadily made our way into the house and Deb went immediately to the stereo and turned on some music.

She asked her mom if she wanted to dance with her and her mom politely declined saying she was headed to bed if we didn’t care so we each kissed her goodnight and off she went.

Deb turned to music down to a soothing listening level and we cuddled up on the couch and discussed the rest of our plan for the night.

We went to our room and prepared ourselves for what we hoped would be an interesting interlude. 

It was obvious that Deb was ready because her pussy was so wet it glistened in the dim glow of the nightlight.

I told her she must be really excited and she said she was so horny that she might cum just thinking about what we were getting ready to do.

I told her if she didn’t want to get caught she had to be very quiet and remember everything we talked about and she said she would try.

I gathered up my necessities and gave her a kiss and headed down the hall to the spare bedroom where I hoped I would find Helen still awake.

She was lying there covered only with a sheet and when I pulled it back she gasp with surprise and told me I had startled her and I assured her that I wasn’t finished startling her yet.

She smiled and inquired about her daughter and I assured her she was out cold and could not hear us and she just needed to relax and enjoy what was about to happen.

Helen asked what that might be and I told her that she would see then I chuckled and pulled out my blindfold and told her that maybe she wouldn’t.

She wasn’t real keen on the idea but I reassured her that it would be alright and that it would heighten her other senses so she allowed me to plunge her into total darkness and await her fate.

After insuring she could not see anything I opened the door and motioned for my wife to enter the room which she eagerly did.

I’m not sure exactly what her thoughts or feelings were seeing her mother lying there stark naked, blindfolded and vulnerable to whatever might come, but I knew she was ready to play.

Deb and I knew that we could only communicate with signs and signals so I motioned for her to move to the side so she could see what was happening.

I moved to the bed and let my hand trail from Helens neck, across her breasts all the way down one leg to her feet and then back up and just this light touch seemed to arouse her somewhat.

She whispered that it really did heighten the senses and I replied that I told her she would enjoy it very much and that we weren’t even getting started yet.

I leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth and by the ferocity with which she returned my kiss I knew she was already hot and ready for anything or so I hoped.

I worked my way down her neck to her breasts and she was caressing my head and squirming around as I let my tongue trail off her tits and down across her stomach to her light Auburn patch of pussy hair.

She reached down and was rubbing my shaved head so I removed her hands and told her she needed to play with her tits while I was down here or I’d have to tie her hands up to which she cooed for me to do whatever I wanted.

Helen started rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples and was even pulling them up so she could lick them so I moved back to my mission at hand.

I gently let my tongue trail through her pussy hair again but before I made contact with her flesh I stepped back and motioned for my wife to take my place.

I couldn’t tell if she was shaking because she was afraid or that she just might be that excited.

Deb was on her knees with her face between her mothers’ thighs and my question was soon answered because her pussy was so wet that it was running down her leg.

They always say that a woman knows what feels good to her and what would give another woman pleasure and this was evident by the moans emanating from Helen as she ground her pussy into her daughters face.

I slipped a finger into Debs pussy and she let out a slight moan and I froze thinking her mother might discover what we were doing but she was so hot she couldn’t hear a thing but the blood rushing through her own head and her heart pounding in her ears.

After fingering Deb for a few seconds I reached down and pulled her head from her mother sopping pussy and slid another finger into her Helens pussy making her squirm and almost cry out.

I removed my finger from her pussy and placed both soaked fingers into Helens mouth and she hungrily sucked the juices of her and her daughter off my fingers.

I asked her what she thought of the taste of pussy and she purred that she liked it but she wanted my cock in her now.

I told her that she would just have to be patient and she would get her wish but I still had more in store for her.

Before I let Deb continue eating her mothers’ pussy I had her put an ice cube in her mouth and her eyes lit up because she was aware of the sensations that she got when I used ice on her hot wet pussy.

When the tip of Debs cold wet tongue hit her mothers clit I thought Helen was going to throw herself off the bed as she cried out not caring if she woke her daughter or not.

Deb continued to assault her moms’ pussy and even her asshole with her tongue and the sight of this had me throbbing so I positioned myself and slowly slid my cock up into my wife soaked pussy.

As I slowly slid in and out of her she was eating and moaning into her mothers’ crotch when all of a sudden I saw Helens hands leave her breasts and reach toward her pussy.

It happened so fast I either didn’t have a chance or chose not to react but in an instant Helen had her hand on a head full of hair.

Deb didn’t slow her attack one bit but Helen realized that it couldn’t be me eating her pussy because my head was shaved and in an instant she pulled her blindfold off and gasp as she saw her own daughters head buried between her legs.

Helen was surprised, confused and shocked as she called out her daughters name and asked her what she was doing.

Deb raised her glistening face from her mothers’ pussy and asked her what she thought she was doing and then asked her if she had liked it.

Helen was totally confused and her answers reflected this fact when she stammered yes, no, I don’t know.

I chimed in and said that I was no expert on female sexuality but it seemed to me that Helen had been enjoying it somewhat and that by the looks of both womens pussies I’d say that her daughter was enjoying it also.

Helen was visibly upset and all she could do was shake her head and mumble how wrong this was.

Deb was horny as hell and a bit agitated at her mothers reactions and before I knew it she was telling her mother that she didn’t seem so righteous when Tim had his cock buried in you in the showers at the campground.

A look of surprise and horror came over Helens face and she asked her daughter how she knew about that.

Ded told her mother that it was her idea; that she had watched us do it and that after we came back from the showers she had taken Tim down into the woods and fucked him silly after she sucked her mothers pussy juice off his dick.

Helen was beside herself and didn’t know what to think so I suggested we put the blindfold back on and continue but she was adamant that this shouldn’t be happening.

I told her that it already happened and it was obvious she was enjoying it so it shouldn’t matter who was eating her as long as they were doing a good job.

Helen exclaimed that I was missing the point to which I retorted that she was missing the point because it was just sexual gratification between consenting adults and our relationships shouldn’t matter.

I told her she needed to just lay back and enjoy the feeling of having her daughter finish eating her pussy and she could watch as I fucked Deb from behind.

Before she could protest Deb pried her legs apart and buried her face back into her mothers wet pussy and it only took a lick or two and Helen was reeling with passion again and I slid my rock hard cock up inside my wifes hot pulsating pussy.

After a few minutes I slipped my cock out of Deb and moved around so Helen could take it into her mouth.

I wasn’t sure if she would suck on it or not knowing that it was covered in her own daughters’ pussy juice but I guess she was so horny by now it didn’t matter because she took me in without the slightest objection.

I smiled down on the scene before me with my wifes face buried in her mothers pussy and me with my cock in her mothers mouth.

I reached over and started playing with my wifes pussy and found she was working her clit feverishly with her own hand and it didn’t seem like anytime at all she was moaning into her moms’ pussy which brought Helen closer to the edge.

As Deb moaned into her moms’ pussy and Helen moaned around my cock we all were racing towards a mind shattering orgasm.

When Helen started cumming it was like a chain reaction because my wife was next which sent me over the edge and we were all cumming together.

Needless to say I was finished before the two women but it was fantastic that we all experienced the excitement of simultaneous orgasms.

After we caught our breath Deb told her mother that she was sorry we tricked her but that she had really enjoyed it and her mother reassured her that she wasn’t mad and that she really loved her.

Deb asked if it was alright for her mother to sleep with us and I told her that I would love it but Helen politely refused saying she needed to sort this out a little and come to grips with her thoughts and feelings.

I told Helen she better get it figured out because we still had Saturday night left in our weekend and my wife asked what I had up my sleeve now.

Deb told her mom that she had no idea what it was but with Tims imagination it should prove to be an interesting evening.

Helen said she didn’t know if she was ready for that or not and I told her it would be alright she handled tonight without a big problem.

We both kissed Helen goodnight and wished her a restful sleep to which she replied it should at least be a satisfied sleep and she winked at us as we left the room.

When we got into bed Deb kept asking me what I had in store for them for Saturday night and I told her she would just have to wait and see but other than her mother returning the favor I had a few more tricks up my sleeve.

She told me I was the loveliest wicked man she had ever met and I told her I would take that as a compliment.

We drifted off to sleep wrapped in each others bodies with thoughts of what our next encounter with mom might entail.