7 comments/ 40109 views/ 13 favorites Four Scarves Ch. 01 By: R_Peterson A special thanks to Trace for being my editor on this story. His suggestions has made this a much better story for me, and hopefully for you, the reader. Chapter 1 – The Diary Allen and Amanda had been married over ten years when Allen found her diary. Their marriage was good, but it had lost the energy that had defined their first two years. They had settled into their day-to-day lives now, still in love, but he was bored with their daily routine. Allen yearned for the fire that was theirs in the first years of marriage and now he was reading about that same missed excitement from Amanda's words. Allen had found her diary quite by mistake while doing some housework. He immediately recognized it for what it was and put it back in its hiding place, to be violated later when he was alone. A week later she had taken the day to go shopping and Allen had the house to himself. He retrieved the diary and walked it into the office. He placed the diary down on the desk and settled into his chair. Raising one hand, he brushed the hair from his eyes. He took a deep breath and then slowly released the air from his lungs. He opened the book and started to read. What he read thrilled him and somewhat surprised him. It was clear that Amanda also missed the passion they shared years earlier. But he found another theme that resonated through the diary. Something he did not know about his wife that excited him to think about the possibilities. Amanda described in detail a number of different fantasies in her writings, but in reality she described only one desire. Allen found he wanted to bring that fantasy to life, for her, and especially for him. Allen knew he would have to gradually move her towards her fantasy, that he could not rush her into it. Taking it off the pages and making it real would be a delicate operation. He had to train her and gently glide her towards that goal so that she would not resist when the time came for the real fantasy. He slowly sat back into his chair. His eyes were open, not really focused on anything. Allen remained motionless, deep in thought while the diary sat open in front of him. Allen's thoughts were soaring in many directions as visions flew though his mind. He was trying to figure out what he needed to do next. Finally, sitting up, he closed the book and smiled. Allen had decided on how he would accomplish his task. She would have to earn her fantasy. She would need to earn four silk scarves. ***** ***** ***** ***** Amanda's head rested between her hands that were held by her arms resting on top of the desk. Her long black hair flowed down over her petite frame, almost completely covering her shoulders. She was sitting in her office with her eyes closed, facing the window, letting her mind drift off to more pleasant thoughts. Last night she had written a very steamy entry into her diary and it excited her to relive the story she imagined. She smiled as she remembered the part in her diary that excited her the most. Amanda's mind had drifted far away from her work when a sound from her computer brought her back to the office. Her Information Manager had just informed her that a message had arrived. She opened her eyes and read the message that was now visible on her screen. She took a few seconds for her eyes to focus and realized that the message was from someone she didn't recognize. The screen name was "SA" and she had no idea how that name had been added to her Buddy List. She decided to find out later how it was inserted, but it was the message text that brought her quickly back to reality. "I know you are an exhibitionist," was the message she was looking at, and it startled her to read the words. Amanda stared at the screen, trying to figure out who this must be and how they knew she was just thinking about this topic. "I know you are at work and can read this, so why don't you answer me?" A second message flashed up on the screen under the other, unanswered message from SA. "Who are you?" She quickly typed in before another message could appear. "I am your Secret Admirer silly :-)," came back the answer. Amanda scanned the message and quickly typed, "What do you want?" "I want to look at you and you want me to look at you." "I don't know you. I don't even know if you are a male or female." "I'm not going to tell you everything, because that would spoil the mystery. I will tell you that I am a male and I have been watching you for quite some time now." Amanda sat up and pushed herself away from the keyboard. She looked around the office searching for anyone who might be looking back. There were no eyes that she could find staring back. She then sat quietly and listened, trying to catch someone typing. She heard nothing. Amanda reached out and pulled her chair back to her desk and started to type. "Where are you?" "I am somewhere, not that far, on the internet, watching." "Watching what?" Her hands started to shake. She was not sure if she was more scared or excited. "Watching you, of course." "And why are you watching me?" "Because you are beautiful." Then Amanda heard the very distinct sound of a door closing at the screen indicated that he had gone off-line. She stared at the screen, as her fingers rested motionless on the keys, trying to understand what just happened. Amanda read and re-read the screen conversation, looking for any keywords that would give some insight to who this person was and trying to figure out how he might have been able to add his screen name to her Buddy List. She must have stared, not moving, at her screen for a good ten minutes. Only the sound of her breathing provided the feedback that she was alive and this was not a dream. Amanda decided that she was not going to remove "SA" from her Buddy List. She needed to find out who this was and get to the bottom of this mystery. She went back to her work, keeping an eye on the workstation, to see if he would return that day. He did not. ***** ***** ***** ***** The next day she had just returned to her desk with her morning coffee when another message came in from SA. "I bet you love wearing sexy lingerie under that white blouse and short black skirt." She was standing, staring at the screen, almost in shock. She looked down at her clothes and became very concerned. How did he know what she was wearing? She quickly placed her coffee down on the desk and sat down. "How do you know what I have on?" Hitting each key with determination she typed out her question. "I know because I can see you." Again she withdrew her arms from the desk, pushed her chair back and now slowly rotated her head to look around the office. Her office was the standard ten-by-ten cube with short five foot walls situated in the back of the office where she could hear anyone coming long before they got to her cubical door. She poked her head out of her cube and did not see anyone that appeared to be looking back at her. She turned back to her screen and started to type. "Okay smarty, what am I doing right now if you can see me?" "Sitting at your desk, staring at your screen, typing." Came back the smirky answer. So this guy thinks he knows everything, she thought to herself. Let's see if he can figure this out. She slid the chair out from under the desk and crossed her legs. "So how am I sitting?" She typed. "You are sitting with your legs crossed," was his answer. How would he know that? Who is this guy? Where is this guy? And what does he want with me? She thought to herself as she stared in surprise at the screen. "Who are you?" "I am your Secret Admirer." "What do you want?" "I want to look at you." "You already have that since you have described what I am wearing today. So what else do you want?" "I want to see you naked." He went off-line as he did the day before. Amanda's eyes remained locked on the screen. She could not believe what she was reading. As she read and re-read, the words both scared and excited her. I want to see you naked. Amanda's hand trembled as she used the computer mouse to slowly erase the text. ***** ***** ***** ***** Amanda arrived early the next day to work. SA seemed to know when she arrived at work and seemed to communicate with her in the mornings. She did not turn her computer on right away. This time she left it powered off as she went to get her coffee. She returned, sat down at her desk, and focused on the machine that was sitting in front of her. She took a sip of her coffee, reached down and with an unsteady hand flipped the power switch on, sat back, and watched as the machine came to life with lights flickering and text flying across her screen. She sat back with the coffee in both hands and watched. There was a little bit of excitement in her body as the machine was coming to the end of its start-up cycle and the IM window suddenly appeared. She stared at the screen, not moving, anticipating, and then it happened. "Good Morning Amanda. I see you are late in logging on today." It was him and he knew her name! "Hi." Was all she could type using the one free hand as the other held on tightly to the coffee cup. "Only a little 'Hi' for me. How about a little more, considering that you look beautiful in that flowered green dress and heels. Tell me what you are wearing under that dress." Amanda was not as surprised today to see that he knew what she was wearing. It was clear he could see her, knew who she was, but she still had no idea who he was. She had an idea on how to find out. "If I tell you what I am wearing under this dress, will you tell me who you are?" "Yes." Wow, this is going to be easy, she thought to herself. "I am wearing a lacy white transparent bra and a small matching French silk g-string. Now tell me who you are." "I am your Secret Admirer," was his answer. Now she was pissed. She had revealed something intimate about herself, and he had tricked her. She still did not know who he was. She started to type: Okay asshole, I wanted your real name not ..., then she caught herself. She was mad that she had revealed something intimate about herself while he remained a shadowy figure. Another message appeared from him. "I bet if you take that g-string off, the cold air flowing between your legs will make you feel sexy. Why don't you take them off for me." She read his words and a small hint of excitement moved over her body. For a moment her mind remembered what she wrote in her diary last night and she became more excited. "Why can't you tell me who you are?" "Because you enjoy the excitement of not knowing." She sat back again, and thought about what he just wrote. He was right, she did enjoy not knowing. It was almost like a few of her romance novels where the heroine is swept off her feet by the mystery man on horseback, to be ravaged later that night in a strange place under the stars. This was exactly what she loved to write about in her diary, and now it was somehow happening to her. She was starting to enjoy this exchange. "Okay, I'm taking them off now." She lied. "Does it excite you that someone might be watching?" She let her mind imagine what it would feel like to take the g-string off in the office and she enjoyed how it made her body feel and answered, "Yes." "Open the top three buttons of your dress." "But someone might see me." "Yes, and that is exactly what you want, don't you?" "Yes." She typed. This time she did unbutton them. She was starting to enjoy how her body felt. "Is the dress open yet?" "Yes." "Does it make you feel sexy?" "Yes." "What will you do for me now?" "I want to remove my bra." She answered with excitement. "Then do it!" She leaned forward and unclasped the bra through the material. Sitting back she reached into her dress and slipped the one strap off her arm and then the other. She looked around the office, did not see anyone watching her and suddenly pulled the bra out from under her dress. She could feel her breasts come free from the material. The cold office air caused her nipples to go erect. This was not enough for her. She looked around the office again. Not seeing anyone she stood up. Quickly reached under her skirt and removed her g-string. She stuffed both items into her desk and sat back down, now with her legs apart. "It's gone." "Good. Does this make you feel even more sexier?" "YES!" "Do you want to do more?" "Yes." "Do I need to tell you what to do?" "Yes." "Then open all the buttons on your dress." She realized that she had now entered another level of this exchange and still wanted to proceed. She looked around the office, not seeing anyone, turned back to her dress unbuttoned the remaining ones, allowing the dress to fall away from her body, exposing her breasts, legs and pussy. "Are you excited?" "Yes." "Do you still want more?" "Yes." "Reach down and place your fingers between your legs." She did not care who might be watching now. She actually hoped someone might be watching. She hoped SA was watching as she slowly slid her fingers down over her breast, over her tummy, slowly slipping between the hairs between her legs until she found what she wanted, it was already pulsating and in need. "Play with yourself." She didn't type anymore. She only watched the screen for his messages. She did not care if anyone was watching her in the office, she actually hoped someone was. "Make yourself wet while you stroke your clit." She was way ahead of him and she liked that. She needed it now and she was on her way. She leaned back in her chair, spread her legs a little more and started to move her fingers with determination. Only a slight moan would occasionally pass between her lips as she enjoyed herself. She imagined that it was not her hand touching her, but SA's hand, and that he had found his way into her office. She would not resist his touch as he played with her. These images were helping to bring her to orgasm. "Are you getting close yet?" She did not respond. She was concentrating on her thoughts, on her fantasies. "So you can't type, that must mean that you are very close. I want you to cum for me and cum for me hard. I know you like being an exhibitionist." There it was again. He called her an exhibitionist and she was an exhibitionist. This caused her to press down harder and rub a little faster. She closed her eyes and with her fingers rubbing franticly, she came. She came hard. Her body bucked in the chair as she raised her legs up and off the floor. She let her fingers linger between her legs as the orgasm rippled across her body. This was a good one. She had to control the sounds she wanted to make as not to draw too much attention to her orgasm. She had not had one this good in a while. She wanted to enjoy it. Amanda sat there for a short time, then remembered where she was sitting. The orgasm was complete, it was time to cover up. She sat up in her chair, pulled the dress around her, and started to replace the buttons as she looked side to side to see if anyone had noticed. She was relieved; she didn't think anyone had witnessed her show. "Have you finished yet?" "Yes." "Was it good?" "Yes." "I am so pleased with you." She again heard the sound of a door closing as he signed off. ***** ***** ***** ***** Each morning he was there. He asked a lot of questions around her exhibitionism, which she now gladly answered. He had asked if anyone had seen her and was disappointed to find out she did not think anyone had seen her. A week later she still looked forward to his messages. She wouldn't fire up the machine until she had her coffee and was seated properly in front of her screen. On this morning he sent her a message and then promptly logged-off. It read. "You will be getting a package today." That afternoon a package arrived. It had a return address of "Somewhere, USA 12345". She knew it came from him. She opened it up and found a typed letter on top. "Take this home. Follow the directions to attach it to your home computer. Add me you your Buddy List and use IM to let me know when you are alone." Her hands shuddered as she looked deeper into the box. There she found a webcam for her computer. She did not know what he would have her do with it, but she wanted to find out. Four Scarves Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are written to be read in sequence, to fully understand and enjoy the story -- RUSTY Chapter 2 -- The Webcam It was late Wednesday afternoon when Allen phoned her from his office. He said that he still had work to do, that she should go ahead and eat dinner without him. Amanda was disappointed, but she also recognized the opportunity this presented. Two nights earlier she had connected the webcam to the home computer, but didn't have the nerve to logon and contact 'SA' while Allan remained in the house. It was not worth risking having Allen stumble in on her while she was using the computer. She hung up the phone, and instead of eating, decided to change and try the webcam. Amanda rushed into her bedroom, looked around the closet, trying to find something sexy to wear. After all, she enjoyed being labeled an exhibitionist. It did excite her to think that a stranger would be watching. She changed into the new outfit after selecting a short while silk robe covered with a colorful Japanese print, a very small g-string that barely covered her bush, and some three inch black heels. Amanda combed her thick black hair, replaced her earrings, applied some red lipstick, and removed her wedding band and watch. She looked into the mirror to assess the view. Amanda hoped that SA would approve. At least she was enjoying what she was looking at in her reflection. Amanda wiggled her ass as she sauntered out of the bedroom and to the stairs. Holding the railing tightly, she walked down the steps, and turned at the bottom of the staircase. She picked up her pace as she walked down the hallway to the back of the house, and finally into the computer room. Amanda threw the safety lock, after locking the door, wanting to make sure that Allen would not surprise her by coming home early. She had turned on the computer before she went off to the bedroom. The machine had completed its boot cycle and was ready by the time she re-entered the room. IM was running, but offline. Amanda walked over to the chair and sat down. She swung the chair around to face the computer, reached out and positioned the camera to look down upon her. She took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her hair, reached over to grab the mouse. Clicking on the Information Manager window, she brought IM online. It did not take long for SA to respond. "Ah, you have finally logged on. I have been waiting two days to hear from you and had feared that you had chickened out." "As you can read I am online." Amanda quickly typed back. "Are you at home?" "Yes." "And is the webcam connected?" "Yes." "Then I want you to do the following." SA provided some additional instructions and walked her through the final installation sequence. As she did what he instructed, she noticed that a new window popped open that provided a camera view. She was now seeing what the camera was viewing -- her. It almost felt like she was the voyeur. "Can you see yourself in a window?" He asked. "Yes." "You need to position the camera such that you are fully in view." And he walked her through a number of steps that moved the camera and zoomed out to fill the window with a complete picture of her. Her long black hair and deep red lips were clearly visible on the screen. "Okay, I now need your IP address." And he told her how she could determine what her IP address was and then asked her to send it to him. "Ah, there you are." "Can you see me now?" She typed. "Yes, and you look great. I especially like what you are wearing tonight," "Thank you. I thought you might enjoy this outfit." "I do. I do. But I really want to see more. Can you open the robe and show me what is underneath?" "Now, why would you want me to show you want is underneath my robe?" She teased. "Because you are an exhibitionist and you want to show me." "But I thought an exhibitionist likes for other people to see?" "Yes, that is why there are five other men looking over my shoulder at you on my computer." This surprised her at first, but as she thought about others watching only helped to generate more excitement. She looked into the camera, smiled, and opened her robe. "Is this what you want to see?" As she watched her own breasts come into view on her computer screen. "Yes, that is exactly what we want to see. You have such lovely breasts and a body that is shouting how excited you really are." "How do you know that I am getting excited?" "We can see the redness in your cheeks, how erect your nipples are, and a small wetness showing on your g-string." She was getting even more excited as she thought about a room full of men watching her disrobe, as she pulled the robe back, off her shoulders and let it slip slowly down behind her onto the chair. Amanda spread her legs more letting the hair show that was not covered by her panties. The spot on her panties was now more pronounced. "Nice, very nice. We are all enjoying the show. You should hear some of the remarks the others are making about you." Amanda reached out and typed, "Tell me what they are saying." "They want to reach through and touch you. They are asking if you will slip your hand down and touch yourself." Amanda read his words and took them to be a command. She moved her one hand over to first pinch her nipple and then grabbed her full breast. Letting go of her breast, she slowly slid the fingers down her breast until it came to rest just above her g-string. Amanda looked up at the camera and let her tongue flick out from between her red lips. With the other hand she reached over and typed. "Do you like what I am doing, and would you like me to do more?" "Yes, we want our exhibitionist to do much more," was their reply. Amanda smiled again, leaned back into the chair and let her fingers slide under the material, down between her legs. They could see her fingers moving under the cloth and by the way she was moving they knew she had found the mark. She looked up and read the words. "Take the panties off and spread your legs wide for us." She smiled as she lowered her eyes and removed the one hand from between her legs. Amanda placed both hands on the armrests and pulled herself out of the chair. Moving a thumb to each hip, she slid the finger down under each string. She slowly raised her eye and looked directly into the camera, while leisurely moving the g-string down her body, over her thighs, then finally releasing the g-string at the point where the little material could float down to her knees. Amanda sat back into the chair and wiggled her legs, freeing one side of the panties. She didn't need to remove the panties completely; it was already on its way down the remaining leg as she moved her legs apart to present what they really wanted to see. This time she moved both hands between her legs and let them go to work on her pussy. Amanda looked deeply into the camera, parted her lips and let the tip of her tongue slip between her lips to wet them. She pushed her naked breasts out for the camera to view and moved her hands deeper between her legs. She threw her head back and let out a small moan as she found her clit. "Spread your legs more. We want to see what you are touching." Their words commanded her, as she raised her legs over the arm rests and spread her body completely to the camera. Amanda's eyes displayed the lust deep in her body as she continued to play. She was putting on this show for their eyes! "We want to watch you cum." Was the last message she read before closing her eyes. Her thoughts had wondered back to her diary, for this was one of the fantasies she had written about two weeks back. It had excited her to think about this in her mind. It was very exciting to write it in her diary, and now Amanda was having trouble holding back an orgasm as she was living what she had written only a few weeks earlier. She allowed the fingers of one hand to slip into her wetness and the others focused on her clit. Amanda had entered the fantasy in her mind and didn't need to look at the computer. Knowing they were watching only helped to heighten her senses. Amanda had been playing with herself for about ten minutes when she finally ran one finger lightly over her clit which pushed her body over the edge. They watched her online as her body quivered, shook, and her legs clamped on her fingers. She threw her head back, opened her mouth and they could almost hear the screams that were filling the room as her orgasm took control. Her body continued to shiver for a full minute. Amanda slowly drew her legs up, into the chair and curled into a fetal position as her body jerked with another wave. The orgasm she had in the office was good, but this one ran circles around that one. Why was this one different?, she asked herself and suddenly she had her own answer. She really loved the fact that they were watching. Amanda lay still in the chair for a few seconds, keeping her eyes closed. They sent a few more messages, without her responding. The comments stated how beautiful it was to watch her orgasm and how much they wanted to come over to touch her. She opened her eyes. Read the messages. Smiled. Reached over and turned the machine off. ***** ***** ***** ***** The next day when she was at work he was waiting for her online. "Why did you logoff so fast last night?" He had wanted to watch a little longer. "I'm sorry. I was just sitting there, enjoying my orgasm, not really moving. I didn't think you would take pleasure in me just resting, so I turned the machine off. I guess I should have asked first." "We were almost done because I wanted to tell you one more thing." "And what was that?" "I wanted to let you know that a box would arrive today at work containing a present and some new instructions." "What is the present?" "You'll find out when it arrives. Nice show last night. We really enjoyed seeing you cum." Then he was gone, having logged off. ***** ***** ***** ***** That afternoon the box arrived with the mail clerk who delivered it to Amanda's desk. She decided to open it at work and not risk questions from Allen at home. Later that day, when others had already left for home, she sat down at her desk to open the box. Purple colored cloth could be seen as she pulled open the package. She reached in and pulled out a beautiful, very long, silk scarf. It was adorned with gold oriental designs woven into the material. The scarf was exquisite. Pulling it out, she placed it over her shoulders and stood up to admire the gift. She swayed back-in-forth in her office, smiling, thinking back to the previous evening, remembering how exciting it was for her. Dancing in circles around her office, she let the scarf flow from her body. Then, noticing an envelope on the bottom of the parcel, she stopped and removed the item from the box. She opened it and extracted a letter. The typed letter was from SA. The scarf is a gift for your fine performance last night. I hope to spot you wearing it outside. You and I know how you earned it. It will remind us both of your webcam session, each time we see it -- I also have a question. Would you like to go shopping this weekend? If you agree, you will need to be at Victoria's Secret by ten Saturday morning. Ask for Debbie when you get there, she will assist you in your next adventure. You can tell me if you agree the next time you are online. She could feel the fire of excitement in her body. Amanda was feeling very sexy again. She smiled to herself knowing quite well that she would agree. Four Scarves Ch. 03 AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are written to be read in sequence, to fully understand and enjoy the story -- RUSTY Chapter 3 -- The Boutique Over dinner Friday night, Amanda told Allen that she needed to do some clothes shopping the next day. He didn't say much. Allen didn't even make eye contact with her. His glaze remained lowered at his plate as he ate. She thought that was a bit odd. Amanda said that she wanted to get to the mall early, when it opened, so that she could return and spend the afternoon with Allen. He shook his head in agreement without saying a word. Amanda set the alarm early Saturday so that she had plenty of time to shower and set her hair. She did not eat much of a breakfast because she was very nervous and her stomach was doing flips. After breakfast she slipped into a simple skirt, blouse, and two inch heels. At the front door Amanda took one final look at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She thought the outfit looked simple, but sexy. It took twenty minutes to drive, park, and enter the mall. She couldn't remember where the boutique was located and used the mall locator to find it. Amanda found the store in short order, stopped at the store front, stood, and looked up at the store's name. She was not sure what was going to happen when she entered the shop and was becoming a bit scared. Taking a big breath and then releasing the air quickly, Amanda walked into Victoria's Secret. About halfway back in the store Amanda found the sales counter. There were a few other shoppers already in the store, more women than men. She found one sales clerk behind the counter and stepped up. "Is Debbie here?" Amanda asked with an unsteady voice. The woman behind the counter stopped what she was doing and looked up. "Yes, I'm Debbie, what can I help you with?" Debbie looked to be ten years younger, about twenty-five and perky. She was in a short black dress which dipped low in the front, displaying an ample bust. Her hair was blond and flew around her head. The open toed matching black heels made her legs look as if they never would end. Debbie's energy had been noticed by Amanda, and she took an instant liking to her. "My name is Amanda and I was told that you would be able to help me." Debbie let a great big smile appear on her face as she looked deep into Amanda's green eyes. "Yes, I was told to expect you and given strict instructions on what you needed to buy." This surprised Amanda. She expected that Debbie would help, but she had not idea that she would also be working from instructions from SA. Amanda did not respond. Debbie moved around the counter and walked up to Amanda. She looked Amanda over, as she moved out from behind the counter to ask, "Can you tell me what sizes you wear so that I can retrieve the proper items for you?" "What items?" "Well, he said you would be looking for a few different items: French lace bra, bikini panties, no thongs, and stockings, just to name a few." Amanda was embarrassed by the items Debbie mentioned. Then she remembered where she was. That would be exactly what one would purchase in a store like this. But how did she know that she preferred French lace bras and bikini panties over thongs? She answered, "I wear a thirty-six 'B' bra... I believe a small in panties.... and... I think I fit in medium stockings." "Well you don't sound like you are really that certain about those sizes, why don't we just make sure and measure you. Follow me back to the changing rooms and I'll get the measuring tape. Amada wasn't confident where this was going since she thought she would be in and out quickly just to buy a few pieces of clothing. She knew she was going to have some help, but this looked like it might be too much help. Not knowing what else to do, she followed Debbie, and they made their way to the back of the store. Towards the back of the boutique were four changing booths, each with a privacy curtain. Debbie made her way to the rightmost booth in the center of the store and pulled the curtain back. "Here you go, you can use this one to remove all your clothes while I fetch a tape rule." Amanda hesitated, looked around the store and decided that it was okay to proceed. She entered the booth. Debbie closed the curtain after Amanda stepped into the cubicle. Amanda looked around and found that the booth had mirrors on all three walls with two cushion seats on each side. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Oh well, I'm here." She removed her skirt and blouse. She folded both items and laid them neatly on one seat. It did not take Debbie long to return and stick her head around the curtain to look in. "Oh no, that will not do, you need to remove everything except for your heels. I'll give you a few more minutes and then come back." She did not wait for an answer, and was off. Amanda was not sure what to make of this request. Debbie wanted me to be naked to do the measurement? I've never been naked for a measurement. She hesitated and then remembered why she was there, she looked up and slowly did a strip for herself in the mirror, removing her bra and panties. Standing up straight, she placed her hands on hips, struck a pose, and looked at her reflection while thinking this must be what nude models do. Amanda was admiring her body in the mirror when suddenly the curtain was pulled completely open by Debbie. Amanda crotched and wrapped her arms around her breasts and tried to hide herself from the store. "I can't measure you like that!" scolded Debbie. "I need for you to stand up straight so that I can use the tape measure on you." She finished her sentence with a devilish smile. Amanda looked out over Debbie's shoulder into the store. She could see the other customers in the store and they would be able to see her if they looked in her direction. At first she was embarrassed, but then as she gave it more thought. Amanda started to get excited on being forcibly put on display. She dropped one arm, and then the next. Turned slightly towards Debbie and presented herself to be measured. "That's better. Now raise your arms and I'll get your bust measurement." It almost sounded like a command from Debbie. Amanda slowly raised her arms, and as she did, she notice one man was now looking directly at her. "Stand still while I get this measurement," Debbie said, as she reached out and wrapped the tape around Amanda's upper body. She pulled the tape around front to find Amanda's bra size. "You were right, thirty-six inches. Now for the cup size." Debbie released the tape from one hand and pulled it from Amanda's body, then threw it onto one of the benches inside the booth. This released both of Debbie's hands and allowed her to move them up and grab each of Amanda's breasts, one with each hand. Debbie squeezed and smiled. "I would say more of a 'C' size than a 'B'. She squeezed again. Amanda was now standing naked with her arms over her head, another woman squeezing her breasts, and one man was making his way to the back of the store to get a better look. Debbie released her breasts, squatted down to retrieve the tape from the bench. This put Amanda partially on display, from the waist up, to the man standing only ten feet from her. Debbie wrapped the tape around Amanda's hips, and brought the ends together just over Amanda's exposed pussy to get the next measurement. "Yep, small, thirty-four inches." Debbie removed the tape, quickly stood up and moved away, leaving Amanda completely naked and on display to her admire who was not alone. There were two other men that had made their way to the back of the store to watch. Amanda stood naked with her arms still lifted over her head, suddenly realizing she was fully on display to these men. Reeling, she found the curtain and pulled it closed. She was shaking with embarrassment and excitement. She couldn't believe she had been completely on display in a mall store. She wanted to get away. She needed to get dressed and leave. Looking down on the adjacent seat she found all her clothing gone. Not a stitch was in the booth with her. Damn, Debbie must have taken them. She stuck her head out from the booth, pulling the curtain around to protect her. She looked out into the store she found three men, smiling back, and waiting. She called out to Debbie, saying that she needed her clothes. From the distance she heard Debbie answer. "They are out here where you left them. I am busy now so if you want them you will need to come out here." Amanda pulled her head back into the booth and made sure the curtain was closed. What did she mean that I had to come out there? I'm naked. I cannot walk out in the store like this. She was almost in a state of panic when her mind remembered who had asked her to go shopping. He planned this. He wanted me to be in this state. I'm not going to get my clothes back until I walk through the store naked. As she thought about what she needed to do, a little wetness appeared between her legs and her nipples became more rigid. She felt the moisture and the excitement that was building. Okay, here I go. The curtain flew open as Amanda reached up and jerked it back. There she stood in all her naked glory. She smiled at her audience and they smiled back as she took her first step, and then her next, out of the booth. She did not run, but walked with determination to the sales counter. Each step she took with resolve, holding her head high, almost shouting without saying take a look. Debbie smiled with approval as Amanda made her way to the middle of the store to approach her. Amanda walked up in front of the counter, held out her hand and said. "Okay, I want my clothes." Debbie turned, leaned over and picked up the bundle of clothes that lay on the chair behind her. Turning back, she handed them over to Amanda. Amanda split the bundle in two, holding one bundle in each hand. Dropping her arms, she strutted back to the booth. Amanda placed the clothes back on the seat, turned to give her audience one last look, smiled, and pulled the curtains closed. A round of applause erupted from the men and some of the women in the store as the curtain closed. Amanda took her time to get dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror and used her fingers to comb her hair as best she could. She knew they would still be waiting for her curtain call. She reached up, drew the curtain back and stepped out. Each step she took shouted confidence as she slowly made her way out of the store. As she passed the sales counter Debbie called out. "I have a package here for you before you leave." Amanda stopped, turned her head towards Debbie. Understanding, she made her way over to Debbie. On the counter was the signature store bag colored in pink and white. Amanda raised her arm to slide her hand into the straps and removed the bag from the counter. Bag in hand, Amanda left the store as all eyes followed her until she was out of sight. ***** ***** ***** ***** She found Allen sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when she got home. "How did you make out?" He asked not looking up from his reading. "Fine, I found what I needed, bought it and left soon after." She answered him as she continued to make her way across the kitchen and to the bedroom. Once she was in their room, she closed and locked the door. It was time to look inside the package and find what SA had given her. In the pink bag was a small wrapped box and Amanda pulled it out. She took her time to open the box, first taking the wrapping off and then pulling the box open. Amanda found pink tissue paper and as she pulled the paper back she looked down and spotted what appeared to be some ruby red material. Pulling the material out, she found another silk scarf. This scarf was deep red, sporting the same design as the first one. It was equally as beautiful as the purple one. She removed the scarf and wrapped it around her neck, letting it drape to both knees. Looking back in the box, she found a note card. It was only a few words but it read, You definitely earned this, Love SA. Amanda stared at the scarf, thinking back to how exciting the boutique had been for her. She knew she had been missing this energy in their marriage and now felt a bit sad. She still loved Allen and really wanted this experience to be with him, not SA. Amanda wasn't sure if Allen would understand if she shared this desire with him. She had wanted the fire to return to her life, and there it was for her, but it wasn't with Allen. Amanda walked over to the mirror to admire how it looked on her and she remembered the excitement she felt in the store. She was definitely feeling the fire in her belly. ***** ***** ***** ***** Allen was in their den that evening reading when he stopped, closed the book and let his thoughts reflect back over the past four weeks. It was going better than he had planned. She had bought into each fantasy. At least she was not fighting it. She had earned two silk scarves! It excited him to think that he was directing this play. Amanda was his leading lady in training and she was taking his direction beautifully. She even seemed to be enjoying herself. Certainly he was enjoying her. Allen had known that he liked looking upon Amanda's naked body. That it excited him, but he did not really understand why the thought of other men seeing his wife naked also excited him. He would need to think about this more in the coming days. Most importantly he needed to know for himself if he was going to be able to play this out to the end. He could not answer that question today, tomorrow he might, but for now he needed to wait and see what the next day brought. He smiled to himself as he thought about her next task. She should really enjoy it! Four Scarves Ch. 04 AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are written to be read in sequence, to fully understand and enjoy the story -- RUSTY Chapter 4 -- The Hotel Her Secret Admirer wrote, "Your performance was just spectacular at Victoria's Secret." This brought a smile to her face when she read his remarks online. She asked if he was one of the three men that witnessed the show at the store, which he answered "No." She did not understand where he was during that episode, but he told her in detail what he liked, and what he would have had her done differently. From those remarks, she knew he must have witnessed the episode from some location. It did please her to know that he enjoyed her exhibition. The conversation over the next couple of days reflected back to the mall, but then he started to set the stage for what he wanted her to do next. She had enjoyed what he asked so far and now was reading the words that described her next adventure. "Are you free next Thursday after work?" SA asked her using IM. 'Yes. My husband will be home late and I will be able to do what you want from five to eight." "Good. Then I want you go to a hotel in the city and check into the room that I will reserve." "Will I be meeting you?" She asked with anticipation. "No. I'll call you from another room and give you more instructions when you get there." Amanda was disappointed in his response, but she added, "Okay. When I get into the room how will I contact you?" "I will have your room phone number and I'll call you after you settle into the room." She accepted his answer, but was clearly disappointed. She was very curious about SA, and wanted to know who he was. As she analyzed her feelings, she realized that her body would tingle every time she thought about her 'mystery man'. Not really knowing who he was, probably added to her excitement. Thursday was a couple of days off and she was not sure she would be able to survive until then. ***** ***** ***** ***** Amanda's eyes were glued to the office clock as the minutes slowly ticked away on Thursday. It was the end of the day and she was now worried. She had not heard from him. She could feel the sweat on the palms of her hands as the clock ticked past five. Then at ten minutes past five a message appeared on her IM. "Do you still want to do this?" was the question she saw on her screen. 'Yes, what do I need to do?" She quickly typed in response. "Leave work and drive to the Marriott on Fifth Street. Tell them that you are the wife of Mr. Smith and you have a reservation. They will tell you which room to go to." "Do I need to register for the room?" she asked. "No, the room is already paid for. All you need to tell them is that you are Mrs. Smith and ask them for a room key." Amanda smiled at his response. Now she was Mrs. Smith and that thought pleased her. ***** ***** ***** ***** Amanda had no problem finding the hotel and parking the car. She made her way out of the garage into the hotel. Amanda entered the reception area, turned to her left and found the check-in counter. After walking up to the desk she introduced herself as Mrs. Smith. "I just got in and my husband tells me that he has already reserved a room. May I have a door key please?" Amanda spoke to the clerk with an air of authority. The woman looked down at her computer screen, typed in a few fast commands, and raised her head up in agreement with Amanda. She typed in a few more commands, inserted what looked like a credit card and allowed the computer to validate the room key. Taking the key out from the computer she handed it to Amanda and said, "We hope you have a wonderful stay. Your room number is three forty-five. Do you need any help with your luggage Mrs. Smith?" "No. My husband has already checked my luggage into the room. I don't need any additional help at this time. Just point me in the direction of the elevators, please." The clerk pointed behind Amanda. Amanda thanked her, turned and made her way back to the bank of elevators. As she stood waiting for the first elevator to open, she surveyed the hallway, hoping to spot SA. Other than herself, no one came into view. She was getting eager, and would have been thrilled, if any man had entered her view. Five minutes later she was in the room. With the door closing behind her, she placed her handbag down on the coffee table and moved around the room to turn on most of the lights. She stepped into the middle of the room and looked around. Nice room, she thought to herself and then smiled. No sooner than she had finished her survey of the room, when the phone rang. Amanda was expecting him to call. Amanda walked over to the ringing phone, picked up the ear piece and said "Hello?" What she heard in return was a synthesized human voice. "I see that you have found the room. Are you comfortable?" She was not sure who was on the phone. She knew it was a human voice, but she had not expected it to be disguised. "Is this SA?" She asked wanting to make sure it was him. "Yes, I have been waiting for my little exhibitionist. Are you ready to begin?" She was now sure it was SA because he had used the 'exhibitionist' word. "Aren't you coming to my room. How else will you be my voyeur?" "No, I am not coming to your room, but I will be able to see you shortly, once you finish with my directions. Are you ready?" "I guess I am. What do I need to do?" "First thing I want you to do is find the speaker button on the phone and press it. Then place the headset back in it cradle." She looked down at the phone, found the button and pushed it. She could hear his breathing come over the speaker. She lowered the telephone into its cradle. "Done. Now what would you have me do?" She asked very seductively. "I want you to get completely naked. Take everything off, including your heels. Then let me know when you are completely nude." Amanda was not really surprised to hear this command and began undressing without hesitation. She took two steps away from the phone, back into the room. She continued to talk as she started to unbutton her blouse, "Can you see me while I am stripping?" "No, but I will be able to see you in just a few minutes." "Would you like me to tell you what I am doing while I take my clothes off?" "That would be nice." "Right now I have my blouse completely open and I am slipping it slowly off my shoulders. Do you know what I am wearing under my blouse?" "No, but you can tell me." "Nothing, I didn't wear a bra today. I let my nipples rub against my blouse all day. My nipples are very rigid right now and they want to be played with. Do you like what I am telling you?" "Yes, and I would love to look at and suck on those nipples. What are you doing now?" "I am moving the zipper down on my skirt. The zipper is completely down and the skirt is falling slowing down my legs. It almost looks like it is floating off my body as it drifts down my long, silky legs. Can you see me in your mind." "Yes." On the phone she could hear his breathing increase in pace. She was playing with him and was enjoying herself. "I'm stepping out of my skirt now, having only a small black g-string hanging from my hips, my stockings, and my heels. What would you have me remove next?" "I need for you to stop stripping and walk over to the window." Amanda listened to his instruction. Looking up she found the curtains that concealed the window and walked over to them. "I'm next to the window, now what?" "I want you to pull the curtains back as far as they can go." "But the lights are on and everyone outside will see me." "That is the general idea for my little exhibitionist." Amanda's heart was starting to beat faster as she was getting very excited. She now had a good idea how he would be watching her, she knew that as soon as she pulled the curtains back, she would be on display. She walked over to the center of the window, found the split in the curtains, grabbed one end and walked it to the side. Moving back, she grabbed the second curtain and moved it to the other side. The city came into view as she looked out into the evening and saw the buildings, now aglow with their own lights, as the sun dipped below the horizon in the distance. "Step back, let me see you." He commanded as she finished pulling the curtains open. Amanda walked to the center of the room, turned and looked out the window. She was looking at an office building that was directly across the street from the hotel. There were a number of office locations with their lights still on. In a few of those offices, there appeared to be silhouettes in the windows looking back. "Very nice. Step back further into the room and let the light reflect off your body." Amanda complied, and took two more steps, backwards into the room. "Much better. We can see you very nicely now. Your breasts appear to be very excited." "We? Who is we?" She asked somewhat confused. "Can you see the people standing in the windows?" "Yes." "We, are all those eyes now watching you. Does this excite you?" "Yes." "Do you want to take more off?" "Yes." "Take your g-string off very slowly.' "She was now entirely on display and very excited. She could see people looking back. They were looking at her and wanting her to strip completely naked. The thought of all these people looking at her while she stripped was getting her very wet." Slowly she glided each hand up her legs until they reached the elastic resting on each hip. Slipping a finger into each strap, she pulled the wisp of material way from her body and slowly lowered it down. She kept her eyes locked on the windows across from her as she bent over, forcing the material to move down her legs. Amanda knew that as she bent forward, she would be hiding the pubic hair that was coming into view. She continued to move the small triangle down from the "V" in her legs, and as the material was freed from her hips, she let go and allowed gravity to complete what she had started. As the g-string floated down her legs, she raised herself up and put her full nakedness on display. The material gently drifted down to her ankles. Amanda raised one foot to free the string from her one leg, allowing the g-string to come to rest around the other foot as it fell to the floor. She spread her legs, while placing a hand on each hip, and stood there. "Very nicely done, and so beautiful in the light. I don't think you need to take the heels off. Are you wet Amanda?" She could feel a small amount of liquid run down between her legs and knew the answer right away, "Yes, I am very wet." "Would you like to do something about that?" "Yes, I am very excited and need a release." "Then walk back to the bed and sit down facing us." Amanda did not need to be told twice. She turned quickly, and walked over to the bed. She sat down on the edge closest to the window, spread her legs and placed her hands behind her, leaning back on the bed while pushing her breasts out for them to clearly see. "Very nice. Now move one hand down between your legs and play with yourself." Again, she immediately understood, spread her legs even further, raised one hand up to her mouth, licked three fingers and moved it down between her legs. Her fingers found her clit nestled between the wet strands of pubic hair that was hidden from their prying eyes. "Now masturbate for us." Amanda closed her eyes as she started to force her fingers deeper and harder against her clit. Her hips started to move and she closed her legs slightly, trying to clamp her fingers to where they were working. She moaned. Her eyes would flicker open, only for a second, to make sure her audience was still watching. This excited her. Her imagination and touching was starting to bring the desired results. Her breathing had started to quicken, as he said, "We want you to cum for us." That was all she needed to hear as her orgasm started to make its way up and over her body. She clamped her legs tightly around her fingers as her orgasm rippled across her body. Amanda convulsed as the orgasm took over and was rocking her as she sat on the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes in time to witness flashes from cameras going off from the other building. Still on display, she understood this was being recorded for their pleasure. This excited her to be an exhibitionist. It only made the orgasm go on, and on. Finally, spent, she collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes, still very naked for their viewing eyes. "Excellent. We really enjoyed your show. This certainly has earned you another scarf." She closed her eyes and fell asleep, leaving the window open, the lights on, and her lying naked on the bed. ***** ***** ***** ***** The next day at work, the package was already waiting for her, on her desk. She opened it and found a long, black silk scarf, just like the others. She loved this one even more than the others, because this one brought back the most recent memories of the evening in the hotel. Her computer beeped and IM presented her a new message from SA. "Very nicely done last night. So very erotic and by now you should have opened your gift. Are you ready for your next task?" "Yes!" she typed back. Four Scarves Ch. 05 AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are written to be read in sequence, to fully understand and enjoy the story -- RUSTY Chapter 5 -- The Bridge Each new working day Amanda hoped she would receive her next instructions from SA. It was a week later when they finally arrived. "What are you doing next Wednesday at lunch?" Her Secret Admirer's message appeared across her screen. "Whatever you want me to do." Amanda quickly typed back. "Good. Then on Wednesday, drive over to parking lot 'L' in the city park. Walk up to the restrooms. On the woman's side you will find an envelope with instructions." Amanda read the words and a flutter of images came rushing into her head of what he might be up to. Each vision excited her. The fact that each of her thoughts was naughty also excited her. She was starting to understand that this exchange excited her as much as the actual event. "I'll be there. Is there anything I need to wear special for you." She typed hoping that he would pick something that was erotic. "No. Just go to the park and you will find out what I want." He signed off. ***** ***** ***** ***** It was hard for Amada to get through the next five days. Her imagination was running wild, wanting Wednesday to come faster. Wednesday finally did arrive, but it still did not help her to sit in her office, watching the clock, as the noon hour ticked slowly closer. Amanda had hoped that he would at least communicate with her via IM, but that was not to happen today. Finally it was eleven-thirty, time for her to grab her purse and leave the office. She did not want to be late. She was dressed in a tiny summer dress that flew out with her legs as she briskly walked down the hall. The other males in the office had taken notice of her appearance today and stopped to say good-day as she passed, enjoying the fullness of her hair and her long wonderful legs in three inch green heels. Amanda had swung the purse strap over her shoulder and presented a large smile to each of her co-workers as she almost ran out of the office. She was getting wet just thinking about what might be waiting for her. The tiny sheer purple g-string was working overtime to hold her wetness back. She had already figured out the fastest way to the park in her head. The traffic played in her favor, which let her focus on the road. Within fifteen minutes she was driving up to the only building located in parking lot 'L'. Leaving the engine running and both hands on the steering wheel, Amanda looked out through her car windows to see if anyone else was nearby. She found she was alone and shut the engine down. Taking a deep breath, Amanda brushed the hair from her eyes, opened the door, and stepped out. It did not take her long to walk up to the single building and find the women's side. As she came around the corner of the building and looked up she spotted some paper taped to the door. Seeing her name typed in large letters on the envelope, she knew she had arrived at the right spot. Amanda removed the item from the door, turned it over and found it was not sealed. Inside she found a short note, a map, and another enveloped which was sealed. She opened and read the note. My little exhibitionist, -- Go inside the restroom, remove all you clothing, including your shoes, return to your car and drive to the place marked in red on the map. Open the second envelope after you arrive at the next location. -- Are you getting wet? He knew her too well. Amanda was very excited just reading the note, realizing that she would be driving naked to the next location. The map showed a spot fairly close to the park. She was familiar with the area and knew how to get there without the map. She slipped into the restroom and removed all her clothing. Amanda was glad that she had brought her large purse as she slid each item into the bag, including her heels. Looking in the mirror at herself, she saw how erect her nipples projected out. She smiled. Amanda walked over to the door and opened it slightly to see if anyone might be outside. As much as she was enjoying being an exhibitionist, she still didn't want to come too close to anyone seeing her like this. Peeking through the door she was relieved to find only her car visible from where she stood, and no one else in the parking lot. Opening the door Amanda walked briskly, actually running barefoot, to her car. She jumped in, sat low in her seat and breathed a sigh of relief that no one had seen her. Her heart was beating very fast. The thought of getting caught excited her. She drew the seat belt across her breasts, thinking the strap covered her, started the engine and backed out of her parking spot. Amanda made her way slowly to the entrance of the park and pulled out into the road. She looked down at the map, just to double check her next turn. Amanda drove down the country road, thankful that there were no cars behind her and especially any coming towards her. She started to relax as she came up on the left turn that took her onto an old country road. Having no idea what was waiting for her helped to excite her. She drove two miles and noticed that the interstate was coming into view ahead. Amanda was very close to the spot on the map where he wanted her to stop. As she approached, she spotted a place along the road, large enough for her to park. It was positioned next to the bridge that ran over the interstate. The traffic running under the bridge was very heavy. If she could guess, she had a pretty good idea what was going to happen next. Picking up the second envelope, she ripped it open. If you are reading this, you should be parked along the bridge that runs over the interstate. I want you to get out of your car, naked, and walk slowly to the other side of the bridge. There is a package on the other side waiting for you. Pick it up and walk slowly back to your car. And don't forget to wave at the truckers, they will be waving at you with their horns. She had figured right, this is what he would want her to do. Amanda looked out her window, and the almost cloudless sky allowed the sun to shine brightly. As she opened the door and stepped out, the warm summer air caressed her naked body. For the earlier tasks she had a place to hide. This time she was outside, all alone, vulnerable, and very much on display. As she looked at the bridge she noted that it ran over the four lanes of the highway and was relieved to find no roads that provided any direct access to the bridge from the highway below. This calmed her some knowing that the only vehicles that could reach her would need to use the same road that brought her to the interstate. Realizing that she would be able to see any car coming long before it could reach the bridge, Amanda started to walk. She approached the bridge and saw that it was a single lane span running over the interstate. It had a metal security fence that was bolted to the road surface. Amanda realized that the fence would not hide her from the traffic, once she was on the bridge. She walked onto the overpass and looked down. The traffic was very heavy. About ten feet onto the bridge she heard her first horn. It came from a large eighteen wheeler one-eighth of a mile down the road coming at her fast. As she looked towards the sound of the horn, she could see a large smiling driver hitting his horn and waving frantically at her. He was traveling at a high rate of speed and she hoped that he would not cause an accident while looking up at her. It excited her knowing he could see her naked, so she stopped, turned in his direction and waved. His horn gave off a rapid number of honks. Smiling, she waved back. No sooner had his truck passed under the bridge when the next truck started honking, as did the car next to him. She thought it best that she wave and continued to walk not knowing how much time she really had before they might find an exit down the road and drive back to her location. Walking briskly across the bridge, she enjoyed the warm sun on her body and the attention of the drivers below. Amanda was midway across the span when both sides of the road erupted with horns. The naked lady on the bridge was the main attraction to the traffic traveling under the bridge. Amanda picked up her pace, continued to wave as she became aware of the traffic starting to slow. Off in the distance she watched one car had pulled off onto the shoulder. He would have a hard time backing up with all the traffic coming at him, but she was now getting a little concerned. On the other side of the bridge she spotted the box off to the side. Surely this must be the package he mentioned in the note. She walked up to the box, away from the viewing eyes of the interstate, and saw 'My Exhibitionist' written on top of the box. Knowing it was intended for her, she picked up the package, turned and decided that she needed to get back to her car. Amanda started back across the bridge, again the horns started to blare. This time there were more vehicles that had pulled off the road as they passed under the bridge. Amanda could see a number of men getting out and making their way back to the bridge. She started to run. She could feel her heart beating as she scurried back to her car. It didn't take her long to get to the vehicle, get in, and start the engine. As she looked outside she could see the traffic had slowed to a crawl. Amanda did not want to wait around any longer to find out what might happen next. She put the car in drive and turned the car around, and started to drive back to the park. Amanda was breathing rapidly as she drove down the road, looking in her mirror to see if anyone was following. Praying that she did not cause an accident on the interstate. She arrived at the park, pulled up to building 'L', got out and ran to the restrooms where she dressed and returned to her car. Her cell phone was ringing as she closed the door and sat behind the wheel. She was not surprised to find it was SA calling. "Nice show! Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked in a disguised voice. "Yes, I am weak at the knees from my excitement. Did you see me?" "Yes. I could see you very clearly in the sun light." "Where were you? I didn't see anyone other than the traffic below." "I was hidden nearby and I saw it all. You certainly can stop traffic." He laughed at his own remark. "I didn't cause any accidents, did I?" "No. But you probably broke a few hearts." He laughed again. "I see you found the box. You earned its contents. Enjoy." And the phone when dead. Amanda picked up the box. It was about half the size of a shirt box, but about as deep. She opened the box and found another silk scarf. This one was pure white, with the same design as the others, but accented in ruby red embroidery against the white background. She pulled it out and ran it around her shoulders letting it drape in her lap. She pulled up the material to her face and took a long breath, enjoying the smell. She noticed that there was something familiar about its smell, but could not place the scent. She thought maybe it reminded her of the other scarves and did not give it any further thought. ***** ***** ***** ***** The next day at work SA again talked to her via IM. "You were fantastic yesterday. Did you enjoy yourself?" She could almost read the excitement in his words. "Yes, I had to go home and masturbate using the new scarf. All four scarves are beautiful. This last one was as exquisite as the others." "I'm glad you have enjoyed getting the scarves. Would you like to use them in your next task?" He asked with nervous anticipation. "Yes, I think using the scarves might be a nice touch. I would love anything that you might suggest.' "Good, then expect another box in the mail this coming week with instructions. You can let me know via IM if you agree with what I am asking." This excited her to think that the next adventure was already being planned. She had enjoyed the others, why wouldn't she enjoy this adventure? She told him she looked forward to getting the box. ***** ***** ***** ***** The following week three boxes arrived at her work location. One was the size of a hat box, the second looked to be a shoe box, and the third was much larger, about the size of a coat box. Amanda did not open any of the boxes at work, but took them home to the privacy of her bedroom. Later, at home, she opened the boxes while Allen was away from the house. In the larger box she found a deep ruby red cloak, as she stood up and held it up to her shoulders she found a zipper that ran the full front length of the cape and draped down to her calves. She placed the garment back onto the bed and picked up the shoe box. Inside she found a pair of sexy four inch heels, with only a few delicate leather straps to hold them to her feet. The shoes were the same ruby color as the cloak. In the third box she was met with a surprise. Inside was a beautiful Venetian mask. It was a three-quarter gold mask studded with jewels and flared with a ring of ruby red feathers that would cover all but the lower third of her face. Within the third box she also found an envelope. She opened it and read its contents. Would you join me for a mask ball? -- You are invited to a special party to be held Saturday, August twelfth at ten in the evening. Please wear the contents of each box plus the four scarves. Nothing else! A limo will pick you up at nine p.m. sharp and drive you to the location of the party. You will need to bring the invitation. -- You will recognize me when you are approached by a masked man holding one long stem yellow rose. -- Let me know by IM if you can attend. -- SA Looking deeper into the envelope Amanda found a formal invitation. It looked like an invitation that one would receive for an expensive wedding, rimmed with gold, raised letters, and spelling out the date/time of the party. ***** ***** ***** ***** Allen was pleased with the progress of her training. His plans had gone beyond his wildest expectations. The fire he had desired in their marriage had returned. He could feel her excitement after she acted out each of his tasks. Amanda had become an animal on the weekends during their love making. She also wanted to make love more often during the week. It excited him knowing that he was the teacher and he was reaping the benefits of his teaching as she lived out each of their adventures. This party would be the final episode of his planning, at least for now. This was the fantasy that most excited him that he had read in her diary. He was now ready to turn the fantasy into reality and act it out with her at the party. He had already told Amanda that he would be working out of town on August twelfth, which provided him the opportunity to do what he needed to get done, and for her to do what she desired that day. The party could not come fast enough for either of them. Four Scarves Ch. 06 AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are written to be read in sequence, to fully understand and enjoy the story -- RUSTY * Chapter 6 -- The Party Friday night Allen packed, kissed his wife goodbye and drove off to catch a plane. Amanda stood at the door, waving as Allen backed out of their driveway, but her thoughts had already turned to Saturday. Her outward appearance projected the dutiful wife, but her mind was racing with the items she wanted and needed to do the next day. She closed the door after Allen's car turned the corner, and made her way to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Amanda brought the teacup back into living room, sat down and opened a book. She tried to read, but couldn't concentrate on the words, and finally decided to call it a night. She could feel her heart flutter as she readied herself for bed. Amanda did not really know what was going to happen the next day, but it could not come fast enough to find out. She laid her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes. Her mind was filled with images of what she had already done for SA and what she might do tomorrow. Amanda thought she would never get to sleep. She wanted the next day to come and knew it would come faster if she could just go to sleep. Finally, her mind drifted off and she fell into a deep rest. ***** ***** ***** ***** Amanda was surprised to find that it was well after ten when she awoke and finally got out of bed the next morning. It pleased her knowing it was finally Saturday, but she still didn't know how she would fill the rest of her day. Her limo was scheduled to pick her up at nine o'clock sharp and that was still hours off. The day's light streamed in as she opened the bedroom shades. She went about cleaning the room and making the bed. Afterwards she made herself a late breakfast, which she enjoyed in the sunroom off from the kitchen. She was able to read during the meal. The book was one of her romantic novels that helped to put her in the mood she desired. Amanda cleaned the kitchen and finished a number of other chores around the house when she noticed that it was well after five in the afternoon. This was the hour she wanted to begin to focus on getting ready. She made her way to the bedroom, found the boxes that had been sent to her at work by SA the previous week and opened them. She laid the cloak out on the bed along with the mask and the four scarves. Amanda walked into her closet and found the heels she had hidden, and placed them at the foot of the bed. She stepped back, looked at the display and smiled to herself. Turning, she made her way over to the bathroom and quickly removed her shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers. She tied her hair back into a ponytail and walked over to the tub to turn on the water. Amanda lit a few candles and added her favorite bath oils to the water. She was going to take a long, hot bath and let her body soak in the relaxing water that might last for hours. Amanda opened the bathroom shade, allowing the sunlight to fill the room. Naked she made her way back to the tub and stepped in. She lowered her body slowly into the water. When the wetness came in contact with her skin, she started to fantasize that it was her 'mystery man' touching her. She lowered herself all the way and let the water cover her body completely, placing her head on a towel to rest on the back of the tub. Closing her eyes, she almost drifted off to sleep, as she let her mind relive some of the stories she had written in her diary. She opened her eyes only to raise her leg and used her toes to add some hot water to the tub every so often. Her skin felt tingly as she rose out of the water much later. Grabbing a large soft purple towel she dried herself in the sunlight. Amanda took her time pampering her body, applying powder first, then painting her toenails red, and finally doing her fingernails. She took out a small set of scissors, along with a mirror, and positioned herself over the toilet to trim her bush. She liked the fact that she had not shaved her pussy like so many younger women, or at least this is what she had seen on the internet. Figuring that it would be on display that evening, she wanted her pussy to be under a neat, distinct triangle. She inspected herself in the mirror, and approved of the work. As the mirror moved she saw the blush in her cheeks. She smiled back at the image that was looking at her. She took her time setting and then combing out her hair. She knew a woman looked very sexy with long, full hair, and she had the long hair to make that happen. It would take some time to get it right as Amanda pulled out each hair roller, and let her hair run its course. Taking a brush, she applied the final touches, pulling the brush through her long, black hair, forcing her mane to frame her shoulders with the fullness that shouted 'sexy'. She stepped back to view her full naked body in the mirror and saw a beautiful, sensual woman. Amanda studied her reflection in the mirror. She turned slowly; reviewing her five-foot six-inch frame, making sure all was in order. She was pleased that even at her age she was able to maintain a flat tummy, unlike most of her girlfriends. Her legs were long, tan and athletic which especially turned on Allen, when she wore heels. Her butt was round, small, and firm, just enough to turn heads when she was in jeans. But the best part was her breasts. Her nipples became erect whenever they were exposed to the air. She giggled as she walked, knowing this was a turn-on for most men. Amanda strolled naked out of the bathroom and over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed after picking up the pair of heels. She looked up at the clock and saw that is was fast approaching nine o'clock and realized she had only forty-five minutes to finish before the limo arrived. She looked down at the heels. Each shoe sported a four inch heel with only a few small straps that would be used to secure them to her feet. Each strap was covered with a row of jewels that sparkled in the late summer light. Amanda noted to herself that SA had good taste in clothing. These designer shoes were very sexy. She put on both heels and stood up. Walking over to the mirror she viewed her almost completely tanned body. Now she had wished she had sunbathed topless. She looked at the clock; she was running out of time and needed to move faster. Stepping over to her bureau she opened her favorite scented perfume and applied some to the back of each ear, to the sides of her neck, and to the skin just above her pussy. Quickly making her way to the bed, she picked up the cloak and slipped in her arms, and then pulled the zipper up the full length of her body to her neck. With a final inspection in the mirror, she found herself completely covered. Only her hands, face, and feet were visible outside the cape. Looking again at the clock, she walked over to the bed, picked up each scarf, and draped the silk material around her neck, letting each scarf flow down to her knees. Finally she picked up the mask. She would not be putting the mask on for now, that would draw too much attention from the neighborhood when she left the house. She made her way down the stairs to the front of the house. The doorbell started to ring as she stepped off the last step and moved over to the front door. She opened the door and found a young man, dressed in a tux, wearing a driver's hat, sporting a very large smile as he came into her view. She also noticed his eyes checking her out. "Ms. Smith, I am your limo driver for the night and I have come to take you to the party," he said as she opened the door and stepped out. "Are you ready to go?" "Yes." Amanda answered as he raised his hand to take hers and guide her to the waiting limo. She struggled somewhat, trying to walk, in the high heels. So I am Ms. Smith again tonight. Amanda thought as a smirk appeared hidden from his view. He opened the door and helped her enter the vehicle making sure the long material she was wearing was fully in the limo before closing the door and making his way back to the driver's seat. She was the only one inside the limo that could easily seat ten others. "Are you ready madam?" He asked as he looked at her in his mirror. She could only see the back of his head and his eyes in the mirror when she answered. "Yes, very ready." He put the vehicle in drive and pulled out from the curb. Amanda noted that the setting sun was causing the sky to become purple as it dipped into the west. He pulled out into the traffic and made his way to the interstate. ***** ***** ***** ***** Forty-five minutes later he was turning the long black car off an exit which would take them away from the busy highway. While she hadn't been to this part of the city often, Amanda knew the wealthy lived here, by the large expensive homes. He traveled another fifteen minutes, away from the interstate, making his way back on country roads that had fewer and fewer cars visible as they drove. Occasionally she would catch his eyes observing her in the mirror and she wondered what he was thinking. She didn't ask and they exchanged no words. Finally he did speak, "We are almost there, madam, you might want to put your mask on now." Amanda looked down on the seat, located the mask, raised it and pulled it to her face. Who ever had made the mask, understood the contours of the human face. It fit like a glove and she secured the two ribbons to the back of her head. She could hear the feather rustle in the quiet of the limo as she turned her head. She looked into the tinted window and could see her refection in the glass. Her eyes were very visible through the mask as were her fiery red lips. "Madam, we have arrived." He said as he brought the limo to a stop and stepped out. He almost ran to the other side of the car to make sure he opened the door and not her. As the door opened she looked up and saw a flight of stone steps that led up to two heavy, dark brown doors. There was a man at the top of the stairs, looking down at her, with his hands clasped in front of him. She lifted the cloak up and swung her legs out of the limo. She was showing a lot of leg. The material had moved up to her thighs as she struggled to step out. The driver smiled at the amount of skin on display while he helped her out of the car. She took his hand and let go of the material as she came to her feet. Amanda thanked her driver, grabbed and raised both sides of her cape, and started to make her way up the steps while keeping her gaze down to make sure she didn't fall. She floated up the stairs and was at the door in no time. She let go of the material and looked up, and saw that the doorman had already opened the door. He smiled from under his mask and said, "Welcome." "Thank you." She answered and then let her eyes drift down. She stepped through the door into a large, well lit hallway where she was greeted by another masked man in a tux. "May I see your invitation madam?" He asked. Amanda reached into her pocket and pulled out the gold laced invitation and handed it to the man. He took it from her hand and opened it. "Welcome. I see you are one of our honored guests," he said as a very large smile appeared on his face. Handing the invitation back to Amanda and stepping aside, he extended one arm away from the door, gesturing for her to walk in that direction, which she did. Amanda walked down the hall and found that she now had a choice of where to turn, but she also noticed that the hall was full of many men and women. Some were carrying trays of food or drinks, others were in deep conversation. All were dressed formally in black and white, and all were hidden by masks. She turned to her right and made her way down the hall to finally find a large double door open to her left. She turned and walked into the room. Amanda found the room full of well dressed people, all facing away from her, apparently looking at something on the other end of the large room. She made her way to the back of the room, until she ran into a young woman dressed in a short black French maid's outfit carrying a tray of glasses filled with red wine. She raised the tray without saying a word. Amanda took one glass and thanked her. The young woman turned and walked away without issuing a sound. Then Amanda realized that the room was extremely quiet as she could hear some grunting in the direction of where she was headed. She made her way slowly through the crowd until she came upon a naked couple, on a couch, making love. This is what the others were watching and now Amanda was almost on top of them. The woman was completely naked except for her mask, as was the man. She had one knee on the couch with the other leg hanging over the edge as she bent down and supported herself with both arms. Her breasts swayed with their movement, adding to the exotic view. The thin man was behind her and his large erection was easily sliding in and out of her, as he held her hips firmly with both hands. Their pleasure was the only sound that could be heard in the room and both moaned loudly. They clearly enjoyed being watched. Amanda had not expected to find this, yet it excited her to watch this couple making love and being watched by so many. Amanda raised the glass to her lips and took a sip while leaving her eyes glued to the couple in front of her. She was enjoying the show, not caring where she was, or if there were others in the room. Suddenly the couple's pace quickened, signaled by the sound of the woman's grunts, and finishing with one loud groan from the man, as he thrust hard into her, holding her firmly, and then relaxing. They both dropped to the couch in exhaustion as a round of applause erupted from the spectators, and the words of 'well done' could be heard from a few. Amanda turned and made her way out of the room, as the others moved to open a path away from the couple on the couch. She walked out of the room, turned to the left and continued down the hall. It did not take her long to find a second room, full of people, also watching something at the back of the room. This time she made her way to the side of the room. Amanda walked to the rear of the room and noticed that wall was full of beautiful pieces of art. She turned to her right and could see two white bodies off in the distance. As she moved closer she found two naked female bodies, both hidden behind masks, sitting on the floor rubbing their pussies against the other's body. The room watched. Amanda stopped and became a voyeur with the others. The manner in which these two were going, it appeared that they had been at it for some time. In a very short period, one woman let loose a very noticeable orgasm as she gripped the leg of the other and held tight. She had closed her eyes, and opened her mouth wide to let the sounds of the orgasm escape from her lips. The same naked woman stopped moving and just quivered, letting the orgasm ripple across her body. Amanda had come into the room, just in time to witness her enjoyment. Amanda was not sure why, but this display excited her. It must have been the total energy in the room, for she placed her glass down on the table and clapped with the others as they showed their appreciation to the couple. Amanda then realized that this was to be the entertainment at this unusual party. She did not retrieve her glass, but turned and left the room. The mansion was large and she wanted to see what was in the other rooms. As she stepped out into the hallway she was met by four muscular young men who quickly surrounded her. Each of the four men wore black pants, a mask, but no shirt. Clearly the four had spent some time in a gym that could be seen by the ripples of skin flowing across their flat stomachs and masculine chests. Amanda didn't mind being stopped by these four. "Madam, would you follow us please?" One asked Amada as he placed one hand lightly on her arm. Not knowing what else to say, she responded, "Yes." It was almost like a parade with two men in front of her and two men behind her as they made their way down the hall past three rooms before turning into the forth. Amanda followed them in and noticed that the room was very dark. It looked to be larger than the other halls with one very strong spotlight staring down at the middle of the room. The five made their way past a number of people, with one young man in front commanding -- "Please let us pass." Amanda followed until the two men in front, stopped, stepped aside and now she could clearly see what the spot light had accented. In front of her was a small stage with two posts five feet apart with a large ring at the top of each post and two others at the bottom. As Amanda looked beyond the posts, she saw that the center of the room was completely surrounded by people, wearing masks, all facing the stage. Amanda was absorbing this into her mind when she felt her arms being raised by the two men behind her that had escorted her into the room. They pushed her to the stage and moved her up the few steps. Positioning her at the poles, they turned her around to face the door she had just entered. One of the other young men walked back to face her while the other two held her firmly in place. He reached up and removed the four scarves that hung round her neck and moved away. He was replaced by the forth young man who reached up and pulled the zipper slowly down her cape until it draped open giving a peak of her nakedness underneath. Once the cloak was fully open, the two at her side pulled the clothing from her arms and let the material slide slowly off her body, floating down to the floor. Her shoulders came into view, then her breasts, her hips and finally her legs. She realized that she was now completely naked in this room. They grabbed each arm and pulled her back between both poles. All four were working on her as each tied one of four scarves to her wrists and ankles. Then, quickly, they tied the other ends of the scarves to the rings on each pole. They stepped to the side and gazed smiling upon her. Amanda stood, legs slightly pulled apart, arms extended up and out, firmly held in place by each scarf. She was on display. She looked up and could see the eyes from each mask looking back and suddenly realized that she was the entertainment in this room. She was the one they would watch, naked for the others to enjoy. She remembered the one passage in her diary where she wrote about an episode like this and it excited her to think that her fantasy was becoming reality. She could feel a slight bit of wetness run down the inside of her leg as she stood naked, hidden only by her mask. Amanda looked out into the dark room and saw four large screen TVs suspended from above, each were showing what at first appeared to be some pornographic movie. But as her eyes focused on one television, she was surprised by what she saw. She saw herself. In the first screen she could see a woman standing at an open hotel window, very naked and very excited. The pictures must have been taken from the building across from her and now she was seeing what SA much have witnessed that night. Her eyes moved to the second screen and she was watching a view of a naked woman walking out of a changing booth in a store. She again recognized herself as the woman on the screen. The third screen showed a naked woman walking across a bridge, and the forth screen showed that same woman in a home office as viewed from a webcam. SA must have recorded each of her adventures and now everyone in the room, including herself, were watching what she had done. Amanda let her eyes drift down and watched a lone man walking in her direction. He was carrying a yellow long stem rose dressed in a tux. His face was almost completely covered by his mask, but she could see the smirk planted on his lips as he approached. Her heart started to flutter. This was her Secret Admirer! She was going to finally meet her SA. She opened her mouth to say something, but she was too nervous and no sounds came out. Four Scarves Ch. 06 SA smiled as their eyes made contact. She smiled back, enjoying the fact that she was on display for him to enjoy. He did not say a word. He walked up to her and reached out. He let his fingers tickle one nipple and then let his four fingers touch her breast, run down her tummy, over her pussy hair, coming to rest between her legs. He forced two fingers in to find her slit, letting them part her pussy lips and find her opening. He slipped one finger inside her and let her moan. He looked up and smiled. They both realized that she was wet and very excited. He bent over, placed the rose at her feet, stood up, and walked behind her. She could hear him removing his clothing. She became very excited as she heard the zipper of his pants. It did not take him long to remove his clothing. Soon she felt his hands on her hips, as he stepped up and let his erection come in contact with her ass. He reached up and around to cup both breasts with each hand. He gave each breast a firm squeeze. She moaned with pleasure as he moved his fingers into place to twist each nipple. She didn't care who was watching, she wanted him. She wanted him inside her now. "Amanda, are your ready for me?" He asked and suddenly her eyes widened and her mouth remained open. This masked man, known to her as SA, was in reality, Allen. She recognized his voice and suddenly could not move. "Amanda, I know you have wanted this for some time, as have I. This is your fantasy. This is the story you wrote with such excitement, that it excited me to read it. I have wanted to put you on display like this and make love to you, and now I have that chance." She listened to each word, taking in his explanation quickly, digesting what he said, realizing this is what she had written in her diary, and he must have found the book. Amanda had placed the diary in a location that she hoped Allen would discover. He did come upon it, and read her fantasies. Amanda was pleased. She was hearing him tell her that what she desired, he also desired. Amanda was both pleased and excited to hear that Allen shared her deepest desires. "Please, Allen, I need for you to take me. I need for you to take me now!" She whispered. Amanda did not need to repeat herself, he entered her from behind, and moved a hand between her legs, leaving the other at her breast. They started to move as lovers move letting their skin touch. The electricity moved between their bodies. As they moved they could hear a few voices of approval from the crowd, which only added to their excitement. They moved faster as the eyes in the crowd looked back. They came together, something they had never done before. Each could feel the other's enjoyment, which only added to their mental excitement, letting them cum together for the first time. They stopped moving. Allen was still hard inside her. She let the scarves hold her up as her legs gave way. His hands had moved to her hips and held her firmly in his grasp and he enjoyed the feeling that had engulfed his body, as she tried to hold him tightly inside her. They remained on display for a long time, as the crowd applauded. The sounds of 'bravo' and 'wonderful' could be heard from behind the masks that were watching. Allen released her and walked around to face her. He placed two fingers under her chin and gently raised her face to place a kiss on her mouth. Their lips met and he could taste her sweetness as he let his tongue flick into her open, wanting mouth. She returned the kiss to let him know she was pleased. Allen untied her and picked up the cloak. He helped her dress and to zip the cloak up as the applause continued. He sat her down on the steps to rest as he dressed himself. Turning to her, he held out a hand and raised her to her feet. Taking all four scarves, he draped them around her neck and asked, "Are you ready to go home." Amanda looked deep into his eyes, smiled and said, "Yes." * A special thanks to my editor Trace who read every word, providing numerous suggestions, corrections, and feedback. He helped me create a much better story.