0 comments/ 28548 views/ 9 favorites Experimental Exposure By: happy_bloke It was a few weeks after the party where much had been revealed, and after which Brigitte had treated me to the most monstrous sex session of my life. The weeks since then had been a whirl of work, drinking and inevitably nudity. Brigitte and I weren't exactly living together but in the weeks since we had officially become 'an item', I had been juggling an intense time-table of work in the lab, nights out with the boys and the new demands of Brigitte as my girlfriend. As she could easily see the window of my room from her room, it was very straightforward for her to make herself available to me at the instant that I returned home every evening. I was unused to these sorts of domestic demands, and found her arrival at strange times of day or night odd and unexpected. One Wednesday, I had been working late in the lab, trying to complete the latest production for our group project, when I finally returned around midnight carrying a takeout from the local Chinese to sate my appetite. On my window came a rapid and somewhat desperate sounding hammering, the source of which I had little doubt, particularly as I heard her voice yelling 'Jack, Kitchen door. Now! Quick!' I walked into the kitchen to let Brigitte in and shook my head as she stood there at the door. She was wearing a towelling dressing gown which gapped open at the front, as the belt was obviously missing. It was not clear what exactly she was wearing underneath but I could see it was lacy and brief. The lines of her breast were somewhat visible through the big gap that she was singularly failing to keep closed as she jiggled with the handle of the clearly locked door. It was a chilly night and her face was a mixture of pleasure at seeing me, discomfort at the breeze blowing round her bare legs and embarrassment as the three guys sitting in a state of post beer intoxication leered at this heavenly visitation. One of the guys tottered over to the door and unlocked it as she hopped lightly up over the doorway, ran over to me and kissed me on the lips. The three blokes continued to stare at us as if they had never seen a girl before in their lives. 'Alright gentlemen, you can go back to your slumbers now.' I commented, keen for them to ignore us. They seemed to twig that perhaps staring at your housemate's bird was not perfect protocol, particularly when she was in a state of semi-undress, and eventually they looked away. I showed her into my room, her bare feet leaving wet footmarks across the floor. 'You couldn't have perhaps have got dressed before barging into my kitchen?' I asked, once we were safely ensconced in my room with the door closed. While I was considering having a go at her, I couldn't help but feel aroused by their having been looking so obviously at her. 'Why?' She shot back challengingly. 'Well look at you.' I walked up to her and ran my fingers down her partially lace covered breasts that remained open for inspection. My cock was really hardening now at the anticipation of her body. 'Do you like it?' She smiled widely and slipped the gown further open to expose a brief white nightdress. It had thin straps over her shoulders, coming down to a lace top around her breasts. Her nipples were opaquely visible as two slightly darker patches covered by thin white triangles of satin. The body of the night gown was also satin, with lace panels going all down the sides to her thighs where it ended abruptly just below her pussy. It was clear that she was wearing nothing underneath as it was tight around her hips and there were no knicker-lines visible through the lace. 'I got it for you. Do you like it? Does it arouse you?' She asked as she slipped the dressing gown off completely. The whole of the back was in fact lace I now saw as she did a gentle twirl. My suspicions of her wearing nothing under the nightdress were confirmed as the thin lace on her back exposed her body and lovely bum. 'Brigitte, the question is not whether it arouses me. Obviously it arouses me.' Even as I said it I could feel my cock hard against my trousers. 'The question is whether you want to arouse the boys next door at the same time. Let's be quite clear, they would be happy to see you walk around in as little lace as you want, but is that what you want?' I thought back to their watching her, and felt a wave of intoxication. 'Oh don't be a spoil-sport, it looks like they could do with a little innocent diversion.' She retorted, coming up to me and pressing herself into me as she kissed me again. 'Besides, I get a bit turned on by a bit of gentle exposure.' She forced her tongue into my mouth and kissed me very passionately. 'OK well, you can wait before any more of that.' I explained. 'I have to have something to eat.' I went to my Chinese food that was sitting neglected on my desk. 'Now I have to get a plate and stuff and eat it in here, I naively presume you don't want to go into the kitchen with me and let them ogle you more?' I wondered even then whether she might in fact follow me as I opened the door to my room and walked into the kitchen in search of eating irons. Brigitte stood right in the middle of the room in her nightdress, defiantly daring me to expose her. I opened the door and left it open as I walked through and in to the kitchen. The guys glanced through at me, and then caught a glimpse of her turning her back to them, showing off her bum through her lace covered back. They all grinned at me, enjoying her showing off. I felt a ripple of excitement go through me, thinking about them checking her out. When I went back into my bedroom, Brigitte was lying back on my bed, the hem of her nightdress even higher up her thighs than when she had standing, her legs just a little apart so I could just catch a glimpse of the little tidily trimmed hair between her legs. Her arms were up above her head, her breasts pulled high, and her nightdress pulled tight over them, a crescent of nipple visible through the lace. 'Well whenever you fancy fucking me, just let me know.' She observed dreamily, licking her lips. 'Do you want anything to eat?' I asked. 'I have roast duck, spicy pork and chow mein.' I piled my plate high as I was starving, having eaten nothing since lunch, stuffing some into my mouth. She looked over at me, evidently disappointed that I would even consider eating food rather than her. 'Is it hot?' She asked. 'Not especially, I seem to have been somewhat delayed in consuming it.' I observed. 'Nah, not really hungry really.' She commented. As I tucked into my dinner we chatted aimlessly, she told me about her on-going project on French nude painting and I described some of music that we had been making in the labs. I watched her right hand as it slowly moved down to her pussy, very gently started pressing into her clit through the thin satin covering. Her right hand also moved slowly up to gently rub her tits. 'Do you mind waiting until I have finished?' I asked as I felt my cock pulsing in frustration. 'You don't understand, I have been waiting for a shag all week, I could hardly concentrate when studying these naked women this afternoon, all I could do was think about how much I wanted you.' She replied seductively. Her hand had discovered a greater confidence now and the satin around her mound had been dragged upwards, completely exposing her light brown pubes. 'I have an idea, come here. Bring your food.' She instructed me. I stood obediently and walked over to her. She pulled herself forward and slipped the nightgown over her head, unbothered as she sat completely nude in front of me. She took the dressing gown and spread it over the bed behind her. She then took the plate of food and started to distribute various chunks of duck, pork and noodles over her breasts, tum and pubes. 'What the fuck?' I exclaimed, in no way finished with my dinner, and somewhat disturbed by the mess. Brigitte threw the chop sticks in the bin nearby as she completed the distribution of the food across her naked form. 'Don't worry; you can eat it off me. No hands. Fun!' She instructed simply. I looked down at her beautiful nude body, food scattered messily all over it, her eyes looking up at me encouraging me to come and eat off her. I started at her mouth as she had carefully placed a tasty piece of duck on her lips. As I licked it off her, sucking the sauce from her lips, she kissed me back, biting a chunk off the duck as I pulled away. Next I moved to her collar bones where a neat pile of noodles waited for me to lick them up off her. She purred a little in enjoyment as I gently ran my teeth over the line of her body. On her breasts was the remainder of the pork with a sticky spicy sauce, I spent several happy minutes licking her tits, pulling her nipples into my mouth as I cleaned most of the gooey mess from her. All the time she mewed appreciatively, enjoying the enforced intimacy, I nibbled her nipple a little as I pulled away. Most of the chow mein was on her tummy and I sucked that up in two large mouthfuls, licking the remainder from her belly button, eliciting a giggle as she obviously found the whole thing rather ticklish. By this time my face was very messy, completely covered in a sticky coating of goo and soy sauce. Finally, I moved down to her pussy which was surely the messiest part of her, pork and duck mixed together, noodles over her pubes, sauce running down between her legs. She had opened her legs and while I had been licking her tits had placed various pieces of duck on the lips of her pussy. I sucked the noodles off her pubes, and ran my tongue through her short hairs, pushed my mouth down to her pussy and picked off the duck pieces, while at the same time licking her clit from time to time as she moaned appreciatively. The more aroused she became the more the duck changed in flavour, from soy sauce to 'essence of aroused Brigitte' as I could see the juices start to flow from her aroused hole. Finally there was little left to clean up and I could focus on just licking her clit, and fingering her vagina. She was already very aroused, my finger slipped into her soaking pussy, and she quickly came with a series of gentle exclamations, panting in a relieved way. 'Strip naked now.' She instructed. I quickly discarded my clothes and stood in front of her, my cock pointing rock hard towards her face as she lay in front of me, she slowly rose and brought her mouth up to my cock. 'Yum.' She commented with an appreciative grin. She took me into her mouth and immediately I felt her tongue licking around my tip, exploring my slit and then ramming the whole shaft deep into her face. She sucked and licked me for a few minutes as I let my head go back, closing my eyes and just enjoying the exquisite feeling of her mouth surrounding me. As her mouth enveloped me, one hand cupped my balls, and the other went round behind my bum to fondle that. I was really getting into it and could start to feel my orgasm coming, but she was too perceptive to let me finish, slowing her speed and reducing the force of her sucking to let me recover a little. 'Lie down on the bed. I want to fuck you now.' She commanded and I was happy to oblige, lying back onto the bed, I lay on top of her now slightly saucy dressing gown. She climbed over me, her pussy straddling my cock and then her hand gently guided me inside her. As she lowered herself over and around me, her mouth opened and she quickly inhaled, making a quiet mew as she did so. I closed my eyes again and just enjoyed the sensation as her tight wet vagina enveloped me. She was in a hurry now though and quickly started bouncing her rear up and down over me, I could feel my cock ramming over and over into her, and there was an audible slap as she pushed herself down onto me. At first she sat back and I could feel the front of my cock rubbing onto the front wall of her pussy, she opened her legs as wide as she could and put her hand down to her clit, where she swiftly started pressing, rubbing and loving her ever-more swollen clit. 'Jack.' She whispered, getting slightly puffed out by her exertions. 'Yes.' I replied. 'Promise me something.' 'Yes....' 'After you cum in my cunt.' 'Yes...' 'I want you to let me do whatever I want with you.' 'Like what?' 'I am not telling you, but promise me you will let me.' I was trying to think what she might be on about, but frankly at that moment, the thought of pumping her full of my cum was all I really cared about. 'OK.' I replied, starting to move my hips to push myself even more forcefully into her. 'You mean it.' 'Whatever.' I continued, increasingly close to orgasm and increasingly unconcerned about what she might want. 'OK, now fuck me, fuck my cunt, fill me with your cum.' She increased the force and frequency of her movements, slapping her pussy down onto me, leaning forward, and rubbing her tits against my chest. She lowered her mouth to my face and started to bite my ear, mewing as she did so. I reached and passed the point of no return grunting 'Yes, yes, yes.' as I felt her pussy fill with my warm seed. She remained in place for a minute or two after I had finished inside her, I could feel her finger still down at her clit, gently playing with it, keeping herself aroused. Her lips roamed my face, kissing my lips and ears and forehead. I suddenly started to wonder what exactly she might have been meaning before, when I had promised that she could do 'Whatever I want with you.' Exactly what kind of thing might she have in mind? That she would make me promise to do, without telling me what it was? 'Now, what happens next is a fantasy that I have had for a long time; I sometimes make myself cum thinking about this.' She whispered in my ear. 'Do exactly what I want, and on Saturday, as a reward, I will do anything you want.' She continued, her lips right next to me ear. 'Like what?' I asked. 'Anything you have always fancied but were too afraid to ask a girl to do.' She licked my lips. Suddenly she started moving forward; I felt my soft cock slip out of her sopping pussy, sliding down onto my stomach. Then quickly she moved her knees up my torso and then over my shoulders until her pussy was positioned right over my face, over my eyes. A globule of thick white liquid dripped down onto my forehead, she put her finger down to me and smeared it across my eyebrows, smiling down at me and licking her lips. I looked up silently, starting to get an idea of what she might want to do, or what she might want me to do. Her pussy was very messy, still covered with some of the sauce from the duck, also coated with sweat from the vigorous pounding that she had performed as she fucked me hard. All around her labia, mixed into the lightly trimmed hairs, there was a thick white goo, a mixture of her juices and my cum. Finally, down by her vagina, a thick white stream of cum hung down from her opening. She looked down at my face, just a few centimetres from her sex. She moved her hand down to her pussy, and using her second and forth fingers, pushed the lips apart. She exposed the opening of her hole, even more cum welling up at the edges. 'Lick it.' She commanded. I looked up at her doubtfully. 'Remember, Saturday. Whatever you want.' I had never eaten a cum filled pussy before and moved my head slowly towards her. Her hands took my head and gently pulled them towards her. 'Yes....' She hissed slowly to herself, enjoying the control and my obedience. I kissed her clit lightly, tasting the sweet and salty mixture of pussy goo and cum. Her hands pulled me closer, forcing my face right into her wide open lips. 'Lick my pussy, put your tongue right into me.' She commanded with a slight air of desperation. I moved down her slit until my mouth was right over her vagina, taking the thick stream of cum into my mouth and swallowing it. 'Oh yes, eat it. Eat your cum out of me.' She exclaimed, her finger returning to her clit as she raised her arousal once again. I forced my tongue as far into her as I could, with her fingers banging into my nose as she massaged her clit while I was licking her out. 'OK now stop.' She demanded. 'Right, this is going to really freak you out. But just do it.' She panted, demandingly. On the table next to us was a Kit Kat, left there from where I had bought it for a post Chinese snack. She swiftly opened the packet and then broke off a single finger, slightly thinner than a finger on my hand. She broke it in half so it was about five centimetres long and then looked down at me with a wicked glint in her eyes. Finally she took the chocolate finger, with one hand pulled the opening to her vagina fully apart, and with the other, slid the chocolate finger up into her opening, cum and juices still leaking down from it. Just a small part of the finger was left emerged from her lips, and even that was soon covered in cum and her wetness. 'Now eat it.' She insisted. I remained stationary. 'Now.' And she took my hair in one hand and pulled my head roughly up again to her, slamming my nose into her clit. I felt like her sex slave, fulfilling her every wicked demand, unable to say no, unable to resist. It was a strange mixture of slight disgust and immense arousal. With my mouth I licked around her lips until I could feel the end of the chocolate, the sweetness mixing into the salt of my cum. I took the end of it in my teeth and they slipped over the already softening edges. Slowly I started to tug it out of her, and as it partially pulled out, along with the chocolate, a stream of sticky white and brown goo came running out of her, avalanching down into my mouth and onto my face. I swallowed the salt and sweet wetness as Brigitte exclaimed 'Oh fuck yes.', rubbing the remainder around my face and into my hair. Eventually the chocolate bar emerged fully and I let it fall into my mouth before chewing it and then swallowing it. The taste was a strong brew of sweetness and sex, and she watched every aspect of my actions with a look of glee on her face. Once I was done, she forced my face up to her again, pulling my mouth to her clit. After just a few seconds she was screaming out as another huge orgasm ran through her body, another wave of wetness and goo running down my chin onto my chest. 'Now clean up all the mess.' She continued, pushing my mouth back down to her vagina. 'Lick it all out.' I put my tongue back inside her pussy, as deep as it could again, and this time she mainly tasted sweet from the edges of the chocolate that had been inside her. Brigitte moaned and grunted approvingly before she eventually was satisfied and pulled gently away from me. I felt tired and yet very sexy, I had not really had a fantasy of cum eating previously but it had been a big turn on and I had enjoyed the feeling of doing exactly what she had asked, and also of giving her the pleasure that she had obviously enjoyed. I looked down and my cock was already hard again, I had found it all quite strange but very arousing too. 'Fuck Jack, that was so hot, thank you so much for doing that. I have had this fantasy of a guy eating out of my cum filled cunt for ages but never quite found the moment. That was absolutely mind blowing. I hope you weren't too horrified.' 'No.' I replied. 'Don't worry about it, it was really.... Interesting. I never did anything like that before.' 'God I feel like such a slut.' She looked doubtfully at me as she lowered her naked body down alongside me. 'Not at all. Don't worry. We all have fantasies.' I assured her. 'Well what are yours then? What would you like me to do? After all, I have promised.' 'Oh well, I don't know.' I thought doubtfully to myself as to whether telling her the dark corners of my mind was necessarily a good plan. Experimental Exposure 'Come on, don't hold back. Think about it, I didn't.' She nuzzled her face into my neck, pressing her sticky nipples into my side. 'Hmmm.' I replied. 'OK, I can see you are uncomfortable about suggesting some sleazy weird shit, to a nice girl. Even a nice girl who makes you eat out of her.' She smiled. She walked over to my desk and picked up my tablet. 'Let's do this, I will go through my favourite dirty porn site and will watch your cock that I can already see is ready for seconds, and see what takes your fancy.' This was weird for me, I had never watched porn with anyone else, and had always thought that girls were really not into that sort of thing. She navigated to what was obviously her porn site of choice, a classy subscription service that specialised in porn for women. 'OK, let's start at the top. Anal.' She navigated to the first page, a tasteful set of pictures of a beautiful woman being fucked up the ass by a really handsome guy. 'I've never had anal, do you fancy taking me like that? I will let you if you want.' I wasn't really turned on by this much, I wouldn't have minded it, but it wasn't really my thing. 'OK, so I guess not. What's next, BDSM? Do you want to tie me up?' She clicked on a new scene of a woman tied to a four poster, her pussy wide open and a guy fucking her face, her pussy and giving her orgasms with a variety of sex toys. My cock visibly hardened as I thought of what it would be like to have her nude and entirely under my control. 'Right well that has got a reaction, we'll keep that one in mind.' She continued, going back to the menu. 'Next, Exhibitionism and Voyeur. Well I think I know you like this.' She moved to a new page, a girl sitting in a park in the middle of a city surrounded by sun bathers, her short skirt was pulled up and her naked shaved pussy was exposed to the photographer and also to a few of the people sitting near her. She flicked through a few more images, the same girl flashing her pussy and breasts around the park. I was really turned on by this, my cock hardening and pulled perfectly vertical, pulsing once again to my heartbeat. I thought of Brigitte going round town teasing people with glimpses of her nude body, while I accompanied her. Showing herself off and enjoying the attention. 'Hmmm, yes as I thought, quite a reaction there.' 'Gay Men?' She flicked through a couple of shots of guys, first nude, then giving one another oral sex, and then finally fucking each other in the ass. 'No, I suppose not, although he is bloody sexy.' 'Right next, Group Sex.' She flicked to the next section. On the screen two girls were lying on the floor, next to each other, a guy was licking one between her legs while another screwed the other right next to her. I thought of Brigitte and her friend Charlotte nude together, with me and another guy fucking them and sharing them. It was an interesting fantasy but I did worry that it would be a really strange atmosphere. Also I wasn't really sure I wanted to watch another guy that much. She watched my cock for a reaction, still turned on, but not quite so hard and pulsing as before. 'Well certainly positive, but perhaps not number one.' I laughed at the completely open and unconcerned manner that she had at the thought of her having group sex with another couple. 'So if I said that's what I want, then you will agree, and on Saturday you will have sex with another couple, let another guy fuck you, let me fuck another woman?' I asked. 'Hmmm. Well I did say that. I suppose I would try it for you, if you want. Fancy it?' She replied. 'OK, Moving on, Lesbian.' She opened a page of two really attractive women undressing each other, then licking breasts and pussies before finishing with a multi-way vibrator fest as they gave each other multiple orgasms. My cock hardened once again, I was really aroused at the idea of Brigitte having sex with another woman, and the thought of watching her licking and being licked with another girl was definitely a big turn on. 'Yes, well I suppose that is no surprise, well don't get your hopes up, my lesbian friend has made it absolutely clear that she is not into helping out her bi-curious friends have a one night lesbian session.' 'Right last one. Reluctance and Non Consent. I am not sure I fancy this.' There was a set of pictures of a really sexy woman, presumably an actress, having her clothes ripped from her body and a couple of guys fucking her pussy, face and ass as she fought to stop them. Brigitte dwelled on them with unusual interest though, having said she didn't fancy it. The final shot was of one of them cumming onto her face and hair, as the other pumped her full of his seed. 'Well, I will act it out if you like, actually this is quite arousing isn't it. I love cum shots.' Brigitte observed. My cock was hard too, I was drunk with the effects of this beautiful nude woman sitting beside me, looking at these images of a woman whose face was being covered with cum, and admitting to me how it aroused her. By this time she was fingering her clit once again. 'Right well, I am the judge, and from what I have seen the cock-o-meter says your fantasies go, in descending order: Voyeur, Lesbian, Group Sex, Reluctance. You twisted bastard.' And then she lay back on the bed, opened her legs and invited me to fuck her one last time before sleep. The rest of the week passed uneventfully and with a lot of hard work and time spent in the lab. Brigitte was also busy and we did not see each other again except for her joining me for a cuddle overnight on Thursday, sleeping naked next to me even though neither of us were up for sex. On Friday night, Brigitte texted me to explain that she was out that night with her friends, and that she would not be seeing me, however she said that I was to be dressed and ready for a day out with her at 8am the following morning. I woke early the next morning and put on jeans and a shirt, it was another warm and sunny autumn day and I thought to myself as I opened the curtains that it would be perfect for a day out, I wondered where Brigitte had in mind. She arrived just before eight, and was wearing a very pretty blue wrap dress with a big bow tied at the side on the front. The neck line was quite low and a bit sexy, exposing the sides of her breasts nicely. The hem came down halfway to her knee, quite short and showed off her legs really nicely. She was wearing tights underneath, or stockings perhaps I wondered, I hoped. Over that she had a light white coat that was of a similar length but she let if fall to either side, allowing me to enjoy the front of her dress. 'Come on then, Jack, this is to be your day to enjoy, I have a few plans....' She pulled me close and kissed me tenderly. We got the bus to the train station, and she bought us both tickets to London. We got onto the train and stepped into a mostly empty train carriage, just a few early travellers sat at the other end of the carriage. We sat opposite one another on a bank of four seats. Brigitte took her coat off and sat down on the seat, she grinned wickedly at me and then slowly crossed her legs, her dress riding higher up her thighs. Just as I was hoping, as she did so she showed me the lace tops of her stockings. She smiled back at me, watching her every move. She picked up the bottom of the hem of her dress and swished it back and forth, pulling it higher and higher, showing me firstly her stocking tops, then the tops of her thighs and finally pulling it high enough that I could see her uncovered pussy. She was wearing no knickers and had trimmed her pubes especially short and shaved the edges a little. She watched my face closely as she pulled the skirt as high as it would go, opened her legs wide, pulling the lips of her pussy wide open, allowing me to see her clit and her opening. 'Enjoy the view, enjoy the ride.' She spoke seductively, licking her lips and laughing at me, looking down at my cock, already straining inside my trousers. Then she slowly replaced her skirt to a more decent position, just the tops of her stockings visible from my where I was sitting. The train journey took about thirty minutes and the carriage slowly filled up. At the last stop before London, a guy came and sat next to me. Brigitte adjusted her hem to ensure she was decent and I moved across the rows to sit next to her. The guy was a young fellow, friendly eyes, a bit older than us, maybe late twenties. He was listening to headphones and reading a thick thriller. Brigitte shuffled her bum in the seat, cuddling into me. Then she refolded her legs, carefully exposing her stocking tops to the guy as she did. Either he was deeply ensconced in his book or a good actor, but he didn't react much, perhaps his eyes just flicked to her legs for a second. I squirmed a little with the excitement of her playing with him, flaunting her thighs and her lingerie. With a minute to go until the terminus she then unfolded her legs again, this time taking her time as she turned to look out of the train at the same time. 'We are here.' She announced innocently and then turned to face forward again, only to discover that her skirt had somehow ridden high up her thighs, completely exposing the lace covered tops of her stockings and the pretty lacy straps of her suspender belt going up her legs. She swiftly adjusted her hem back to a more decent position, as if she were completely oblivious to the way that the guy opposite her had been looking over the top of his book, studying every detail of her legs and underwear. I wondered to myself if he had perhaps caught a glimpse of her pussy. Then we stood, she put her coat on and we walked to the door of the train as we pulled into the station. I felt uncomfortable walking with a huge hard-on, I could feel the end of my cock was already wet in my shorts, pushing to escape. We held hands and walked out of Waterloo, and up into the Southbank. The sun shone down on us and it was even quite warm as we walked south westwards towards Westminster. As we walked passed Jubilee Gardens, the big wheel 'London Eye' loomed high over the park, Brigitte looked over at me and suggested we go for a ride, like a couple of tourists. It was still early in the morning and we walked up to the window to buy tickets, first in line with no one else around. We had to wait until the lady finished setting herself up and then, having paid for the tickets, walked up to the huge wheel and boarded the first pod of the day, a couple of guys came along behind us, but they decided to take the following pod. Once we were aloft, we walked around the pod, surveying the view west over parliament, north towards Charing Cross and east towards St Pauls and the City. It was all very lovely, the sun still fairly low over the city, shining into our pod, warming it considerably. We took off our coats, leaving them in the bench in the middle of the pod and walked around together as we wheeled round, higher and higher in the air. Once we were around a quarter of the way around the circle, Brigitte was standing facing west looking out the side of the pod towards Westminster and I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist, my hands linking over her pussy. I could feel the slight roughness of her hair, nude under her thin dress. She nuzzled her face up towards my face and ran her lips over my cheek, kissing me lightly. I turned my lips to her and gently returned her kisses. I had been studying her wrap dress and I wondered whether it unwrapped in the way that it looked that it did. As we kissed more passionately, I slid my hand to her side and found the bow that ostensibly held it closed. I found the ribbon and slowly tugged on it to see whether the bow was actually tied, or whether it was sewed together. Sure enough the ribbons slid apart, the bow undid and the two ends of the belt fell away from each other and down to dangle down to her knees. 'Oh look, this bow seems to have come undone.' I noted. 'Oh yeah, well that is always the problem with bows, so easily brushed aside. Do you dare go any further, I wonder?' She replied with a very sexy tone. Brigitte pushed herself back towards me, her tongue now entering my mouth as she made light mewing noises, expressing her excitement at my actions. My hands went down to her hips and felt around her middle, running my fingers around her, to see how the dress unwrapped. As I felt her tongue pushing deep into my mouth, playing whimsically with my own, I found a couple of small hooks that held the two sides of the dress together. 'Hmm, well these seem to be all that is protecting your body now, I wonder what happens if I undo them. Are you wearing anything underneath?' 'Well there is one way to find out...' I wondered whether I was going too far, but then thought back to the way that she had flaunted herself in front of me in the train, I decided to press on to see what she would let me get away with. She didn't seem bothered at all, more as if she dared me to continue. I undid the first clip, high up under her breast and she moaned warmly, as if to encourage me further. Then my hand went down to her hip and undid the second clip that was the final element holding the front of the dress in place. As I let the two sides of the fabric fall out of my fingers, the two halves of the front of the dress fell away from each other. 'God you are so lovely, so sexy.' I whispered quietly in her ear. 'Do you like to see me? Do you think anyone else can?' She replied seductively. 'Well I really don't know, perhaps at a distance?' 'Do you want them to see me?' She inquired. 'Yeah a bit, it is a big turn on.' I replied. From where I stood behind her, my head over her shoulder I looked down at her and could see a ten centimetre gap in the front of the dress that started in the beautiful gap between her breasts then exposed their curves, her stomach with the pretty lace of her suspender belt resting around her hips. Below that her lightly trimmed pussy was also visible and I watched as her hand ran down from her breasts, over her tummy and down to her pussy, obviously studying with touch exactly what the rest of us could see. She pulled her mouth away from mine and then looked out of the glass pod, down at the world, checking exactly who could see her exposed nudity. From where we stood, we could see far across the Thames, and also along the Thames side footpath. There were plenty of people down far below but they were all 100m below us and felt very far away. None the less, Brigitte was standing with her dress open and anyone of the hundreds of people we could see could also see Brigitte. 'Do you dare me to take your dress right off? Do you dare stand here nude, just in stockings and suspenders?' I asked quietly. 'Yeah, I dare you, strip me nude here, where the whole of London could see if they wanted to look.' She whispered back, a tension in her voice. I decided to see how far she would continue, did she really mean it, pulling the dress further open, exposing her breasts, cupping one of them lightly in my hand and playing with the nipple. I was crazily aroused myself, my cock practically exploding in my shorts, looking down over her naked breasts and pussy in full view of the whole of the centre of London. She took a brief intake of breath as she was increasingly aware of her nudity. How much would she let me show, I wondered, would she never stop me? 'OK, if you are sure.' I continued. I moved my hand up to her shoulders and pulled the material right back over both of them until the whole of her front of her body was exposed, she stood completely nude when viewed out towards the edge of the wheel, southwards along the footpath. I carried on, and was amazed that she continued to let me as I slid the material back towards me until it slid off her arms and was free from her completely. I passed the dress to one side and folded it over the crook of my arm. I could feel the tension of her now as she obviously felt completely exposed and looked down on thousands of people, some looking up at the wheel as we looked down. What could any of them see, I am sure we both wondered. I ran my hands all over her naked body, playing with her nipples, and running my finger down to her pussy that was soaked with her arousal. I could feel a stream of sticky juices running down her legs. I put my finger to her clitoris and gently massaged it, revelling in the little noises she emitted as her arousal became more and more palpable. Soon, I was sure she would have an orgasm and I wondered whether perhaps I could fuck her there and then. I wondered whether there were any cameras in the pod, whether anyone was watching us from far below, the edges of her nude form perhaps visible from behind me. Then suddenly we both realised our error. As the wheel rotated, we were no longer the pod the furthest to the west, the next pod along had rotated around and was now starting to appear below and to the side of our pod. The two guys in the next pod along could now look up and towards us and could perhaps start to catch a glimpse of us in our pod. I took Brigitte's dress from my arm and opened it for her to re-thread her arms back through the sleeve, her breathing now swifter as she realised the urgency. Just as she slipped the dress back on, pulling the two sides back together, one of the guys caught a glimpse of her, and we both saw a huge grin come across his face as he realised what we had been up to. He called across to his mate, who then ran across to our side of their pod to come and see the reputed new view. By this time, Brigitte had pulled the two sides of the dress together and was re-tying the bow by her hips, giggling to herself as she restored her so easily discarded dignity. 'Well that was exciting.' She observed, smirking at me. Looking down at the huge bulge in my trousers where my erection was making itself obvious. She turned round and kissed me really passionately, pushing her breasts into my chest, forcing her tongue into my mouth. 'That was very exciting.' I agreed after she pulled slightly away. 'I think that guy enjoyed it too.' She chimed in. 'Actually, that was even more exciting, him seeing me.' 'Hmmm.' I agreed. It was strange now being in the pod, as the wheel rotated, the pod with the two guys came higher and higher next to us, slowing pulling alongside us. The two guys kept on checking us out, looking to see what we were up to; obviously hoping that Brigitte would be putting on a new show. 'Did it turn you on, me showing off to that guy?' She whispered to me. 'Yes, really, can't you see?' I replied quite honestly. After a few minutes, our pod was at apex of the ring, right at the top of its orbit. The view was amazing, right out over the whole of London up to the hills of Alexandra Palace, Wembley, to the sea in the East and the South Downs to the South. The two guys in the following pod were almost alongside us, and we could see the next few pods which were empty as the early tourists had obviously given the wheel a miss for a while. Brigitte looked out over to the two guys, one of who had got out a large SLR camera with a long lens and was taking a number of shots out of the City. Brigitte waved at him as he turned the lens through an angle towards us. He hesitated for a moment and then waved weakly back. Brigitte pointed at him, then made a 'taking a picture' hand movement and then pointed at herself. The guy seemed to pick up on her intentions and turned the lens fully in our direction, focussing in on us, our pod and with St Pauls and the City of London in the background. Brigitte stood and posed for him, standing straight and sticking her chest out. I watched as he kept on focussing on her, shooting a set of pictures, as slowly her hand went down to the bow at her side. Experimental Exposure I stood speechless as I watched him photographing her as she slowly took the end of the bow and lightly tugged upon it. Both the guys were watching her with great attention now, one through the viewfinder of the camera, the other just looking at her incredulously, unable to believe his luck. I was hugely aroused to see her playing with the bow, as it slowly unravelled and the two ends fell away. Immediately the two parts of the dress fell to the sides, no longer held in place by the bow as she had ignored the clips when putting it back on. Her body was immediately exposed, her pussy visible and her breasts poking through the gap. I saw the look on the guy without the camera, a huge grin as he obviously whooped loudly in amazement. Brigitte was not finished yet though and quickly shrugged the dress off her shoulders completely and let it fall to the floor. Once again she was standing in the centre of London, in a glass tube wearing just a suspender belt and some stockings. She had her legs slightly apart and I could clearly see the lips of her vulva, the hairs around them obviously soaked with her arousal. I could see some of the liquid running in a small stream down the inside of her thigh. She raised her hands over her head and pulled her breasts taught for us all to enjoy. I could feel my cock pulsing in my shorts as my heart pounded away watching her flaunt herself to us all. She moved one of her hands down to her tits and played with the nipple, running it through her fingers, the nipple hardening and standing further and further out. Eventually she decided that enough was enough as the descent of our pod meant that we were at 45 degrees below their pod and the angle no longer gave them a good view. She slipped her dress back on, re-attaching the clips and the belt, coming up to me and kissing me again. 'Fuck I am so turned on, I think this is the most sexually charged I have ever felt. I could fuck you here, you know.' She explained. 'I know exactly how you feel, but I am not sure that that is the rational thing to do.' I agreed. Eventually the wheel rotated full circle and we walked out of the pod, the staff around the landing area gave us not even a second look and I realised that no one knew of our adventure up in the skyline of London. 'We are waiting for the guys, I want their pictures.' She told me. 'Really, you want to meet them?' I asked. 'You aren't ashamed to face them?' 'No, I want to see the pictures.' She smiled up at me. So we waited for the two guys, they saw us and waved with huge grins, their pod edging its way round to see us. Eventually they stepped out of the pod, and walked over to where we waited for them, big smiles all. It turned out that they were actually French and they were very charming, kissing Brigitte on her cheeks and complimenting her repeatedly on her fantastic figure. They were also very charming to me, saying how very lucky I was to have such a beautiful partner, and especially one who was so happy to enjoy her loveliness. I smiled back, saying little. Brigitte got them to enable wireless on their camera and then downloaded all the pictures on the camera down to her phone. She flicked through a couple of them on the screen and they were really amazingly sexy, he had a fantastic camera and had captured full frontal nude shots of her with the skyline of London behind her, they blew my mind and I could see that Brigitte was really shocked to see herself nude on this guy's camera. The guys were looking at her as well and could see that she was uncomfortable with these amazing images. The guy with the SLR asked her whether she wanted him to delete the pictures off his camera, as he could see she was worried by them. Brigitte looked down at them again, and considered, then she said that he could keep them, on the condition that he promised never to post them on the internet or share them with anyone that would. He promised most sincerely that he wouldn't do so, that he would always treasure them and would remember this as the most trip of his life. We parted on very good terms, she kissed them both as we parted and they looked her up and down again, enjoying being so close to this amazing girl who had shared so much with them so enthusiastically and willingly, and with such obvious enjoyment. I felt terribly aroused still but a bit uneasy about it all. We walked off up the river to Hungerford Bridge and then over and up to Covent Garden where we went and had a couple of serious drinks together relaxing a bit and then having a really good laugh. Brigitte had another look through the pictures and once again could obviously hardly believe what she had done; the guy had taken a number of really close up shots of her, her tits, her pussy, one view where almost every hair between her legs was visible in the picture. I could see her becoming aroused again and a wicked look coming over her face. We spent the afternoon shopping on Regent Street, we didn't buy much for we didn't have much money but we got a few thrills from Brigitte flashing a little to the shop staff. We had a leisurely lunch in a pizza restaurant and then renewed our shopping trip; Brigitte was tireless in looking through the department stores and clothes shops. We walked away from Oxford Street eventually, Brigitte had taken my hand and we walked west through Saville Row into the environs of Mayfair. 'I have one final treat for you.' Brigitte announced, smiling at me as she had been all day. She was obviously enjoying the whole thing and seemed to have both grown in boldness and enjoyment of the whole thing. She no longer had the hesitant doubtfulness from previously; instead she was intent on playing exactly the part that she wanted. She enjoyed the attention, enjoyed the control and was not really interested in whether I objected as her bloke, or not. We walked down a narrow lane off one of the larger streets with pretty muse houses down one side, and then we turned at the end as the lane narrowed a little. On the left was a big black doorway with a large number 37 above it in white neon. 'I think you will enjoy this place, I have a friend who works here and says we can pop in for a while this afternoon. It's actually a bit exclusive, but she is the stand in manager this afternoon till 7pm and has agreed to let us in, as a bit of a favour. We used to study together, but she is studying in London now, we keep in touch and she owes me a big favour from last summer.' We pushed the door open and entered a very expensively decorated entrance lobby. There was a big guy standing to one side of a huge dark wood desk wearing a dark suit, very smart, slightly scary. There were two CCTV cameras pointing towards us to add to the feeling of paranoia. Behind the desk, a stunningly pretty girl of about 25, long brunette hair, sat smiling up at us, looking slightly curiously at Brigitte and then at me, as though we were not exactly what she was expecting. She was wearing a beautiful crushed silk tight dress with a very revealing neckline showing her very nice breasts. 'Hello.' Brigitte introduced. 'I am Brigitte, this is Jack, we are friends of Chloe, I think we are expected.' The girl looked down into the thick leather bound book on the desk and found a note held in place with a paper clip on the right page. 'Oh yes, I see. ' She replied slowly, hesitantly, reading the note, detaching it and then discarding it. 'Umm, well Chloe has put this in so it must be fine. That's ok, through you go.' The big guy stood forward and pulled a heavy black door behind him open, smiling ingratiatingly at Brigitte and then conspiratorially at me as he showed us through into another room. This second room was a fairly large bar and restaurant. Along one side was a large hardwood bar with a huge mirror behind it and two female bar tenders looking over towards us. Around the rest of the room were a group of about eight large circular leather seats, each around a circular wooden table. The floors were highly polished marble, and the ceiling was painted with a series of rather explicit oil paintings of nude women. Another girl came over towards us and squealed very slightly as she reached Brigitte, kissing her warmly and smiling with a big grin, biting her bottom lip a little as if she was surprised to see her a little. There was genuine excitement in her face and in her eyes as if she were starting an adventure. She was dressed in a very provocative dress, in one way it was a thin satin dress, but really was so low cut, figure hugging and short that it was more like a slip really. As she leaned forward to kiss Brigitte it was clear she was not wearing a bra and her breasts were barely covered by the thin material. 'Wow so you came, this is great. I am really pleased to see you.' She remarked 'High Chloe, this is Jack who I was telling you about. We have popped in for a drink or two.' Brigitte replied looking pleased but also a little nervous. 'Well this is a pleasure, Brigitte has never brought a guy to visit me before.' 'Well I am very pleased to meet you.' I kissed Chloe on the cheek and tried not to look at her breasts too obviously. Brigitte watched my efforts with a sense of amusement. I looked around the room and saw that not very many of the tables were taken at this time, it was early after all. Over in the corner a group of guys were sitting, chatting quietly. They must have arrived recently, as they did not yet have drinks, although I could see another stunning blond waitress at the bar collecting a tray of what looked like Gin and Tonics, or maybe some cocktails. She was dressed in a similar, very brief camisole to the one that Chloe was wearing with a pair of similarly styled pair of satin French knickers. Chloe ushered us quietly over to another table a couple of tables away from the guys, her arm around Brigitte as they caught up with each other and told a few stories of mutual friends, it was all typical girl chat, talking about who had a guy, who was working and the like. Once we arrived at the table, I slid round to the middle of the sofa and made room for Brigitte. As I did so I glanced over to the far table where the guys were taking delivery of their drinks, I was then amazed to see that once the waitress had handed the drinks around she slipped her camisole over her head, exposing her small but really perfectly formed breasts and then went and sat alongside them. Brigitte and Chloe were both watching me inquisitively. 'Brigitte.' I asked. 'Mmmmm.' She replied. 'What sort of bar is this exactly?' I asked innocently. 'It is just a bit of a lark, I wanted to come for a bit of an experiment, a bit of an experience.' Chloe slid along the sofa and came and sat next to me, and finally Brigitte sat next to her on the end of the sofa, I was a bit confused, why wasn't Brigitte sitting next to me. However, it wasn't all bad, it also put me in the enviable position of having to sit next to Chloe, whose top was hanging forward and showing me almost all of her breasts, with Brigitte next to her in her seriously low cut dress. 'So, what is the deal exactly? Those guys there seem to have persuaded their waitress to take her top off.' I persisted. 'Well they bought her a very nice drink and no doubt bought a nice round of drinks, and that is part of the perks. Perky perks.' Chloe replied. 'Anyway, you don't seem too sad looking at my tits. Do you like them.' As she did this, she leaned right forwards the slip fell forward, and her breasts were completely exposed, her slightly pokey nipples and all. 'Yeah, stop moaning you bastard.' Brigitte replied and pulled her top forward a little, exposing enough of her breasts for me to catch a glimpse of the curves at the bottom and a little crescent of nipple. I sat there with a big grin on my face, looking backwards and forwards between the two beautiful girls. Another waitress arrived to take a drinks order and this one was wearing a lace and satin camisole that also showed off her nipples, below this she had a brief pair of tight satin knickers. I didn't even bother trying not to check her out, drinking in the details of her breasts, her shapely thighs and her knickers that really left very little to the imagination. Chloe recommended that we order a bottle of white wine, so we did, and the waitress wandered off, showing me that her knickers were actually a G string and I watched her bum as she walked to the bar. 'I have to pop to the loo.' Brigitte commented and then picked up her bag and wandered off to the back of the bar, leaving me with the lovely Chloe. 'So have you worked here for a while?' I asked. 'Yeah, I work here a few shifts a week, it pays pretty well and lets me carry on with my studies without getting in debt.' She continued. 'So do most of the girls do this while studying?' 'Yeah, actually those are the plans the women that own the place came up with, they want really nice looking girls, clever girls and lots of different faces to provide plenty of variety, then we all get a share of the profits and the tips. It's pretty safe and a good deal.' She explained. 'And sometimes they take off their tops?' I asked, still a little confused. 'Yeah, well the guests buy the girls a nice drink and perhaps offer a tip and they will sit with you and chat about poetry or economics while you enjoy a beautiful girl sitting next to you half naked. In fact generally speaking for a decent tip most of the girls will do rather more than that.' At this point our waitress returned with our wine and I suddenly worried what was expected of me, but Chloe just thanked her, then dismissed her in a way that a manager might. She was apparently called Becky and she wandered off back to the bar. 'You need to understand that while you walked in for free this evening, there are actually eye watering membership fees for everyone else and the rewards for us hugely outweigh the slight indignity of the nudity. Actually some of us quite enjoy it and a few are looking for a rich sugar daddy.' A couple of new guys arrived and came and sat at the table opposite, they were somewhat distinguished looking, dressed in dinner jackets and bow ties, with salt and pepper beards. I guessed they were in their fifties as they slid into their sofa and looked around the room. 'Ah. ' Exclaimed Chloe. 'That's unexpected, listen Jack I have to go and see these new guests, I really wasn't expecting them but they are some of our best members, but they can be rather... disruptive. Can I leave for a while?' 'Sure, of course.' I replied, slightly confused. 'And when Brigitte comes back. Make sure she comes and sits straight down next to you. Immediately. Ok?' Now I was even more confused as I couldn't really see what else Brigitte would do other than sit next to me. Chloe slid away and walked briskly over to the table with the two guys, a huge smile on her face. She kissed them both on the cheek when she arrived at their table and immediately started beckoning to some girls at the bar to come and arrange some drinks for them. Two new girls rushed over, both tall and thin, one wearing a tight corset style top over lace knickers and stockings, the other in camisole and knickers. I could feel my cock harden even more at the sight of them. But was starting to wonder where Brigitte was. The new waitresses were dispatched to fetch drinks while Chloe continued to engage the gentlemen in conversation, leaning forward onto the table no doubt to afford them a perfect view of her rather perfect breasts. The waitresses returned with an ice bucket containing champagne and another with what looked like a bottle of vodka. There was then a swift conversation between the two guys and the two waitresses before one of the guys held up four fingers towards the bar like a tic tac man at the races, and the two girls each echoed the gesture with two fingers in a v shape. I looked over at the bar to see what this might represent and realised that there was a list of the girls names on a screen there and that two blue blobs had now appeared next to two of them. One of the other names had a similar blob as well. I presumed that this was a record of some kind of tip or payment. I turned back to the table and tried not to stare as, having served the drinks, the two girls started dancing together. As I sipped my drink, the one in the camisole ran her hands over the others breasts and then slowly unclipped the corset, she unwrapped it and then discarded it on the floor. She then kissed and sucked the girl's large breasts, playfully bouncing them in her hands. She then gently eased the girl's knickers down, running her hands down and over her bum and shaved pussy, before handing them to the guy that had negotiated the deal. He seemed to hold them to his face for a second before putting them into his jacket pocket. As he did this, the now naked girl joined him on the sofa, and snuggled up to him a little. Meanwhile the first waitress had climbed onto the table in front of the other guy and was slowly and artfully lifting her camisole up over her head. Her nipples were just a few centimetres from his nose. He watched her appreciatively as she then slipped her knickers off handing them over to the first guy who collected them. All the time that the girls were involved in this deshabilles, they were chatting to the guys, all smiles and smirks as if they were chatting them up in the pub, not sitting nude in front of them, legs apart, no doubt showing off their most intimate parts. Chloe as well was still standing by their table, joining in the conversation, although she had remained as fully dressed as she had been to begin with. I was really turned on by the whole show, particularly as the girls were so obviously comfortable and happy. I wondered what Brigitte would make of it, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her reappear. I should have realised that this was just the next part of her grand plan for a day of excess exposure. She was walking across the bar looking slightly lost and clueless wearing a completely see through lace camisole with a pair of matching lace French knickers, she looked absolutely stunning. Her breasts were clearly visible through her top and her neatly trimmed bush through the knickers, underneath both she still had her stockings and suspender belt on, which you could also clearly see through all the lace. To me at least though, she looked much sexier than the other girls, perhaps because of her slight lack of confidence and her vulnerability. Maybe because I liked her honest girl next door look, but probably as well because I knew I planned to fuck her senseless when we got a chance. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I admired her as she wandered around the other tables, looking at the other girls, most of whom were either topless or nude as they chatted with their guests. I watched as a few of the blokes checked her out, admiring her figure through the barely concealing lace lingerie. I then remembered what Chloe had said and gestured over to her to hurry over to me. She obviously misinterpreted my reaction as wanting her to come over because I was jealous or controlling, as she merely laughed at me and then diverted herself over towards where Chloe was still chatting with the two guys. I was entertained to see that their two waitresses were now engaged in an amusing stunt where the quiet old guy poured champagne onto the breasts of one of them who was kneeling on the table. The fizzy liquid then meandered down over her tits and tum, then over to her shaved pussy where the other girl's mouth was strategically placed lying between her legs, her mouth on her pussy, drinking in the stream of champagne. All of them were grinning like fools, except the drinker who looked like she had to concentrate to keep up with the flow or risk drowning or getting it in her eyes. Brigitte joined the throng and I saw both the guys transfer their attention away from the alcoholic cascade towards the new goddess in lace.