1 comments/ 9140 views/ 3 favorites Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 02 By: bikerboydw As the days passed by, both Fred and Ginger could not stop their minds wondering to their last encounter, not wanting it to stop, but again their lives forcing them apart, but both still both recalling it like it was a dream. Adding extra bits in their minds as they used it as stimulation when alone. Did it actually happen; did they both clean up and then sit sipping a coffee as if nothing had happened at all? But they both knew it had, the excitement they had experienced secretly making them desire more. Those feelings would not leave there minds, so again they teased and tormented until there next meeting was arranged. This time, they were to meet and drive into the countryside, Fred already aware where they were heading and was pleased to see that Ginger had dressed similar to their last encounter as she stepped from her car and got into his. Her legs outstretched from the seat and the bare flesh enticing him already, causing Fred's eyes to stray from the road as they drove. He finally placed his hand on her thigh and gently caressed her leg as they drove, teasing again on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, sliding up and down to torment her, easing slowly towards her crotch. The jokes about picnic benches recalled in his mind, but just how much of a feast had he planned for Ginger today? He was so hungry for her, but wondered if she would she want to eat herself, or just be happy for Fred to feast on her, something he so wanted to do, and planned too. He wanted to push her boundaries with the thoughts of her submissive and exhibitionist side still very fresh in his mind. He had never thought of her this way, far too shy and quiet, but as he remembered that famous saying, "It's the quiet ones you have to watch", he smiled to himself and wondered. As they pulled onto the car park, Ginger could see that this was a little more public than there previous meetings, cars were parked, people were around. Fred picked a bag off the back seat, opened the door for Ginger, watching as her legs stretched out knowingly parting and teasing her lover with no thought for the others around seeing her. His arm went around her waist and slid down to rest on her bottom, leading her across the grass, their eyes meeting, faces grinning as his hand squeezing her cheek, gauging her reaction purposely knowing that anyone looking to clearly see. There was no reaction, just her smile. As they walked, his hand was slowly lifting the skirt as he caressed her, finally feeling the bare flesh beneath his fingertips, her face colouring but again no resistance being shown, now with her full knowledge that others may actually be benefiting from there play, getting excited about her little cheeky flashes causing which was know causing her to moisten as they walked. They arrived at the clearing, Ginger smiled and laughed out as she noticed the picnic bench, turning to Fred and calling him a naughty man. He smirked at her and denied knowing what she was talking about, instead pulling from the bag a picnic blanket, placing it down and laying back on the ground on top of it, patting to the side of him for Ginger to join him. She towered over him as he lay back and watched her pacing around, he sensed she was a little nervous at the public location, taking in the surroundings as her feet passed his head, tormenting him as she stepped right over and exposed herself to her lover. He had never seen the beautiful place between her legs, only touched and caressed it, but there it was, exposed for his viewing for a moment. She knew, she wanted to tease and torment him, to cause his bulge to grow before her eyes, just feet above him, so tempting and he just wanted to pull her down and be smothered by her body as she sat down on his face right then. But she didn't, instead stepping away, sitting down like a lady before lying down beside him, but then again leaning over and kissing the man she always longed too. His leg went between her thighs, forcing her legs to split and was now pressing hard against her, her legs locking on his and grinding down on his leg as the kiss began to get more passionate. She rolled and climbed on top of him, kneeling over his groin and pressed down to confirm for herself his excitement. She asked what else was in the bag, and was told there were just a couple of things that might be needed. "What?" She said. Fred chuckled and replied that obviously they would need some refreshments so he had bought drinks. She laughed, leaning forward again to kiss him, now on her hands and knees, her bottom in the air and her back arching over his body. As they parted, Fred held her face towards him lovingly, looking in her eyes, he asked, "Would it shock you if I said there was a man behind you in the bushes staring right at your bottom?" Gingers eyes went wide, she wanted to turn, to see for herself, but his hands held her still as she asked, "Is there?" Fred told her not to turn, but she had no intention of doing so, but she rolled off, lay back and asked again and got no response from Fred, other than to be told to relax and enjoy the countryside and the sights. He reminded her that people came out for the scenery, to see natural beauty around; he wasn't referring to the trees of course. He rolled side on to her, his hand falling on her leg, easing up between then and feeling her part them to allow him access. Her mind was swimming with thoughts that others eyes may be upon her, seeing her legs opening, her lover's hand caressing her flesh, easing closer to the wetness that was already forming between her thighs. She didn't care, she was safe in Fred's hands and she knew and trusted she was safe with him. As Fred's hand reached between her legs he could feel her excitement, the warmth radiated from her as she felt him sliding his fingers between her lips once more to tease the soft flesh, teasing her clitoris from beneath its hood he asked, "Be honest, is it me making you wet, the touch of my hands or knowing that you may be exposing yourself to a complete stranger?" Her face answered his question as she blushed, covering her eyes with her arm, she listened to his words, "Open them wider, lift your knees and spread your legs!" She spread a little wider, lifting her knees, shocked with herself she was spreading as instructed and allowing him to push the first of his fingers inside of her, so wet and warm, easily entering her knowing he could be right, there might be eyes from every direction upon her right now. Were they watching and seeing her spread her thighs of her own accord, allowing her lover to penetrate her, Fred now lubricating his second finger with her juices before easing it inside with the other. She gasped as he pressed harder, right to his knuckles and then easing back so just the tips remained inside making small movements to tease her. Her hips bucked forward for more, but Fred wanted the answer so asked again, "Is it exciting you thinking that men could be watching you spread your legs and get fingered fucked?" She moved her arm revealing her eyes, nodding as her breathing and thrusting forward was already answering his question, but he wanted to hear it, to know it's what she wanted, and asked again, "Is it making you this wet thinking you can be seen, do you want me to push my fingers in and finger fuck so they can see and hear you moaning?" Half of her wanted to say no, the shy girl she portrayed did, but as he touched her clitoris again, her lips parted, the words came out and Fred heard the words he wanted. "Yes, I want them to see you finger me and see my pussy!" He knew that was so hard for her to admit, although the exposure was in many of her fantasies, she had never done this, never said or confessed it would exciting her to anyone, but evident from her wetness that it was as his fingers pressed again inside her and eased back and forth to the wet sounds filling the air. Her legs just naturally spread even further, was she trying to allow him access or making sure if the other possible eyes saw her submission? Did she want them to see her pussy being invaded by Fred's fingers, did she want them to see her juices flowing and covering his hand. Fred leaned forward, kissed her neck softly, then kissed up to her cheeks and her lips, his fingers working inside her, his hand making her hips push up, want more inside, wanting them to push a little harder and rougher inside her. He smiled finding she was now fucking against his hand, his movement had slowed allowing her to do this until her muscles contacted hard around his fingers. She buried her head into his shoulder and moaned out, gasping as she bucked to finalise her orgasm against his hand, slowly loosing her grip on his fingers and reclining on the rug panting and gasping for air. She looked up at him and mouthed, "You fucker!" After slowly regaining her breath, she raised onto her elbows, leaning up and into a sitting position, gazing around and looking for the eyes that could of been looking between her legs. No one was visible, had Fred just made it up to excite her, or had they thought it was all over and left? Fred sat up unzipping the bag, handing her some bottled water, and watched as she sat with her legs still ajar but her feet together, sole to sole and he longed to climb between those legs and taste what he had been touching. He lay back, closed his eyes and imagined her legs wrapped around his back, jumping as she leaned over and kissed him again and whispered, "Oh my god, I just saw someone behind the trees!" Her hand slid up under his t shirt as she giggled, kissing him and again allowing her hand to wonder down to his trousers, this time frantically undoing them, to feel him for the second time in her hand, but pulling him out and into her vision, her first sight of his erection although she had played with it before. Her grin was wide and mischievous on her face, a little glint was in her eyes, her lips left his and she lay down resting her head on his stomach. Her gaze at his tip, knowing she was being watched, but gently beginning to stroke his erection, rolling his skin back and forth over the head and joking about his leaking his pre cum. Her thumb traced over his slit feeling it then cheekily she asked, "Is the thought of other men seeing me do this exciting you too?" He didn't hesitate and responded it was. Suggested that as she had told him many times before about her abilities, perhaps she should now demonstrate them to him, he wanted to see her skills she had bragged of engulfing a cock, see her head easing down every inch of him until it was pressing into her throat, were her claims to be able to take it all as good as her word? He would soon find out. She turned and grinned, turned back eased her face closer, her breath could be felt on the tip, her head lowered, her tongue extended to tease the tip and her lips finally engulfed the head of him as he had so many times dreamed of them doing. She eased herself around, again kneeling with her bottom in the air, her back arched knowing anyone passing behind would see everything that her skirt failed to hide, but the passion of the moment either made her forget, or again, she wanted to be exposed and seen. Her lips slid down, her head turning to look at the pleasure in his face, she smirked with his cock half way in her mouth, slowly sinking down to prove her point, but rising again to tease him, her hand moved up to cup his balls, to feel them in her hand. She gently caressed them, her head raising and falling on his drooling cock that was coating the insides of her mouth with pre cum. She lifted off, teased the tip with her outstretched tongue before ramming back down, Fred's hand moving through her hair, pushing on the back of her head, gently holding it there and bucking before releasing her for an intake of air. He eased his body around, allowing his hand to reach between her thighs and his fingers to penetrate her again, soaking wet now as his fingers pressed in and his thumb teased her clit causing her head movement to increase, he asked, "Is there anyone looking at you Ginger, can anyone see you sucking my cock?" Her head fell again and her hips pressed down on the fingers within her. She didn't care now, she was excited from the moment, raising her leg sidewards, she eased her body over his face, lowering slowly down to cover his mouth with her wet pussy. His vision now blocked by her skirt as she began grinding against him until his tongue extended inside her, pushing in and tasting her for the first time, so wet, a beautiful aroma filled his nose, this was the scent her longed for, the taste as his tongue extended as his hands pulled her down onto him to allow him to get his tongue as deep inside as was possible. The wetness flowed from her, he lapped away, excited, his hands holding her down onto him, wanting more and more, but his own excitement was causing him to buck inside her willing mouth. His tongue teased her clit, sliding along her lips and travelled over her bottom, she jumped, it passed back over and dipped deep inside her again causing her to moan out as best she could with a mouthful of cock. The tongue was fucking into her pussy, wiggling deep inside, his finger had found her bud, rubbing and teasing until she was bucking on his tongue. She slowed her sucking, concentrating on the sensations his tongue created, forcing hard back down on his tongue then engulfing his cock with her warm mouth as her body shook, her low moans gagged by his erection as she covered his face with her wetness. Every inch of his cock was buried in her mouth, she came hard, covering his lips and tongue, banging against his nose hard, her excitement to much and she furiously bobbed her head up and down and caused him to inform her he was about to cum himself. What would she do, he didn't know if she was going to release him or continue. She continued, to late now as the first jet filled her mouth, but she released, her hand taking over as it covered her face, staring at it as it sprayed, hitting under her chin and face as he pumped out the last drops. His hips calmed and his bottom finally returned to the floor. She turned grinning, her body turning but remaining in the kneeling position as her lips met his, there tastes combined in their mouths and excited them even more. Finally she moved and sat over him, her face radiant. Literally like the cat that got the cream. Fred nodded to the bushes to the side of the clearing, her head turned and finally she realised that the eyes Fred had mentioned and the figure she had seen were for real. The man stood there, still masturbating behind a tree, the visions of her body and the sex making him pleasure himself. They both reached for the water, reviving themselves before continuing to kiss once more. What Ginger did not know was that Fred had raised his hand to stop him approaching, Fred knew this would be to much right now, and the man had respected that. She looked back to confirm he was there again, her eyes were wide, she knew her fantasy of exhibiting herself had just become reality. Fred joked she should go and give him a hand, but Ginger playfully slapped him, laughing and said, "I think he's had enough of a treat for one day!" It's what the shy side of her would say, but the feelings welling inside had other ideas, her hand reached back to find Fred's cock semi erect again, coaxing and stroking it back to life, her pussy now inches from it as she raised and moved to be sitting just below his balls. She kept looking towards the tree's, she was easing forward, her slit travelling along his growing erection, tempting Fred to buck against her, then sliding back down before returning so her wet slit was pressing against him. He pointed to the bag causing her to look puzzled as she pulled it forward. He placed his hand inside the side pocket and produced the little packet, ripping the top from it, reaching down, rolling the rubber down his shaft as she watched with a grin, she could now push back, slide down on his cock, her dress covering the view for the spectator but the movement of her body telling him exactly what she was doing. She could not resist but to keep glancing over to see if he was looking, her hips grinding down, her juices flowing down over Fred's cock and balls as she raised further and fell down straight onto him, knowing not only what she was doing to Fred, but also another. Not able to hold back now she had him inside, her hips instantly gyrated on his cock, all the time looking back to her spectator, back to Fred's face, his eyes filled with passion, wanting to explode within her, his eyes focused on the passion showing in her face, her fuck face was showing as she moved up and down on him. He sensed her victory getting what she wanted, her giggles showing she knew she was causing two men pleasure now as she increased her pace, reaching down to tease her own clitoris, Fred bucking up as the speed increased until he finally pushed hard for the last time, his breathing increased to gasps as he released, his face revealing his pleasure as hers did on top of him, a little grin of achievement and devilment now showing from both. She began to slowly ease her pace, grinning as she was draining everything from him with her muscles before he reached down, held the rubber in place and slid out. Her body slumped down on top of him and embraced the man she had pleasured, who had given her the feelings and pleasures she dreamed of, both shuddering and gasping as they realised what they had so long dreamed of had finally come true, they had far from overstepped the boundaries now. They had their moment, the picnic bench in the background was unused, well, for this encounter at least, but this may be a regular location for such adventures, but how from this moment forward would Fred keep this lady excited and satisfied? Only the next meeting would tell. Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 03 After there fun times together, Fred feared and did not want Ginger to feel she was just becoming an object of sexual pleasure. His feelings for the lady were much stronger than this, but how other than these quick moments would they experience them, and now, how would they resist each other when together. The jokes and banter continued back and forth via text, a little more risqué than previously, but still weeks passing again until one opportune moment arose. Ginger text telling her lover she would be able to escape for the evening, a whole evening together and not rushed. Fred suggested a meal in a country pub and the cinema. An opportunity of normality, excited as he pulled on his shirt, wondered what Ginger would be wearing and splashed on his aftershave. The doorbell sounded, his shirt still lay unbuttoned as he opened the door to see her stood before him. She had selected a beautiful Blue dress, flaring out like a skater skirt, her legs clad in black nylon beneath and travelling down to her heals. He invited her in, allowing her past to close the door, but she turned and pushed him back against the hallway wall. Her lips pressed hard against him, there embrace now of two lovers, holding each other tenderly, lips meeting, tongues touching as yet again the passion flowed between them. They released each other, Fred now being allowed to compliment her on the beauty that stood before him. Stunning in his eyes, and he knew she would turn the heads of any man that saw her tonight. She sat down, crossing her legs, her thighs on display as she stood watching Fred cover his chest as he fastened the last few buttons. They were ready, leaving the house and as usual Fred opening the door for her to step into the car like a lady. As they drove, it was Gingers turn to tease and torment Fred. Her long fingers falling on his thigh, moving up and down, nails glancing against his bulge, him turning when possible to smile and again seeing that glint in her eyes, the naughty girl showing herself once again, were they even going to make it to the pub? They managed to keep composed, walking in always aware of there relationship, taking in the people and faces before around them before relaxing and standing at the bar to order their drinks. Fred's hand once again resting on her bottom, wondering how many men were looking on in envy, slowly caressing her cheek for anyone's gaze, before moving and taking their seats in a quiet corner in the window, not opposite, but side by side to each other. The waitress came over to take the order, Ginger joking in front of her that she was in need of some meat tonight, her innocence or devilment coming out of her lips. Fred knew which as what the waitress couldn't see beneath the wooden table top was Gingers hand which had slid up his thigh and gently squeezed his bulge as she said it, confirming the intent of the comment. The poor young girl blushed from the comment; Fred smirked and covered his mouth with his hand to hide his reaction. As she left, Fred could not help but ask, "In need of meat again are you?" Ginger was staring into his eyes, both like love struck teenagers. There hands met and held each others beneath the wood, she smiled and simply nodded with a big grin on her face and her cheeks going crimson. They sat and chatted about mundane things, their families, there lives in general, occasionally pausing to kiss once more, Fred's leg had moved and was leaning against her outer thigh. God, this lady made him want her, he so wanted to run his hand beneath up her thigh to touch her but was desperately trying to be a gentleman for the evening. Luckily, the moment was calmed as the girl and a waiter arrived, placing down the food before them, the waiters eyes casting over Gingers body, unaware to her, but noticed by Fred. They tucked in, so normal now like a couple sharing an evening out, drinking and laughing together. The food soon finished, and nearly two hours to go until the film began. Another quick drink and they decided to make a move, walking hand in hand to the car, getting in and heading off down the lanes through the countryside. Gingers hand was again caressing him, feeling him harden, arousing him beneath her nails and grinning, it was getting too much, and Fred braked, turned sharply down a narrow lane, into a bumpy car park and stopped. He reached over kissing her lips, his hand moving to the seat release catch and it fell back making Ginger giggle. He reached under her seat into a storage drawer and produced a piece of dark materiel, climbing and kneeling over her, taking her wrists and raising them to the headrest and securing them in place. He looked at her wide eyes, her little grin and reached down again to produce another and gently lifted, easing her head off the headrest, and tied it around her eyes. Darkness fell for her, not a glimmer of light now, feeling vulnerable, a little scared but very excited. He leaned and kissed her, pulling away making her raise her head to meet his lips. His hands wondered over her body, down over her breasts, over her stomach, passing over her groin and down her thighs before working upwards to push up the dress. He could now see her black nylon tights and her delicate patch visible through the thin black fabric. He jerked her legs open, kneeling between them, forcing them to spread. Her left knee now rising against the window, and the other stretched out over to the drivers foot well. He wanted her to feel exposed, it was awkward, but eased her body up enough to push the dress right up, her stomach and the bottom of her breasts now visible. He climbed off and over to the drivers seat causing the car to rock. She lay still, spread, exposed to Fred, what was going through her mind, what was she expecting? He placed his hand on her crotch, feeling the damp nylon, raising his hand slightly to tap down on her delicate lips, and again, and again. She jumped as he made contact, her body moving in her binds as his hand fell flat and caressed her there. She lay still and listened as the electric windows were travelling down. The cool night air flowed across her exposed body. The barrier from the outside world removed, she felt venerable now and this excited her. Fred sat down silent; Ginger now a little worried spoke out and asked what he was doing. "I'm just watching the man parked across from us as he seams very interested in what's going on". Her senses were on fire, listening, hearing a car door shut in the distance, asking, "Fred what's happening?" Fred chuckled and told her not to worry. He looked like a friendly older business man, asking if she was ok for a moment why he went to relieve his bladder. "No, don't bloody leave me like this!" He laughed and leaned over and whispered, "You're getting wetter by the second knowing you're exposed and you know it" He stepped out, closed the door, watching as Gingers legs closed quickly, she struggled trying to wiggle and ease her dress down, her mind making time go so fast, how long was he going to be, it was seconds but seamed like minutes, where was this man that was around, and was he close enough to see her? She heard the gravel kicking by the side of the car, lying motionless, was it Fred? She didn't want to call out again as to get attention if it wasn't. Perhaps whoever it was wouldn't notice her lay down. Then her skin covered in goose bumps as a noise she had heard before at the doctors filled the air. The snap of latex gloves, what the hell was going on, they were close, inches from her, the car rocked slightly as she could hear the breath of someone over her. Her legs pushed together tight, she wanted to call out her lovers name, but surely this was him, he was playing with her, it had to be. She jumped as a hand touched her stomach, no words, just roaming over her belly, but why covered in latex if Fred? They were now caressing her flesh, easing over her nylons, quicker than Fred's did, she thought, and now down to the tightened gap between the tops of her thighs. Her mind in turmoil, was this someone else, her lover, she shuddered at the thoughts blurred her mind, and the sensations she was experiencing shocked her, she liked the feeling, not knowing, but it could be anyone, should she shout out for Fred? The sound of a low sexual moan of approval was heard. Her legs were being eased apart by the two hands. He was going to touch her, she resisted but not enough, he prized them apart, easing his hand between pushing the nylon into her lips and wetness, she made no effort to close them now revealing how wet she was to whoever, her mind was in turmoil and a finger pushed against the nylon at her entrance. The hands suddenly and quickly moved, gravel was kicked and the sound of someone scurried away, followed by another approaching. She listened, confused as the door opened, the car rocked as she was relieved to hear, "Are you ok Madam?" She wiggled her head, the blindfold tormenting her, Fred looked down with an unseen smirk and touched her face with his hand making her jump again and said, "Calm down, it's ok, and I'm here!". She breathed so heavy, her chest rising and falling as he leaned and kissed her stomach. His slower gentler hands were gliding again up her nylon, right to the top to touch her, feel the now soaking wet nylon and ask, "God, did it turn you on that much being left and exposed". She was so confused, was her joking, she had to ask, to stop the torment. "Fred, was that you feeling me through the window?" Fred's grin was huge, he knew the answer. She didn't have a clue! He chuckled and joked, "Why would I feel you through the window? I have you here spread open for me and tied down, are you fantasising again?" Her heart sunk, had some total stranger really just touched her body unknown to him too, was some man there, did he put gloves on for a reason, did he plan to do more? She shook as Fred's hands eased down her nylons, under them and placed his hand between her thighs against her sodden pussy, rubbing quickly and commenting on how wet she had suddenly become, sudden indeed as the thought of another touching her caused her hips to raise, her body to go taught and her small cries echoed around the woods as she came. "Please untie me!" Fred did as she asked, pulling at the binds and releasing her. She lifted her blindfold looking around, no one in sight, it had to be him, but where were the gloves? He got out, walked around and opened the door. As he passed the back of the car she pulled open the draw quickly to look for them, but there was nothing in there. She sat up as he opened her door and asked what they were doing now. He simply reached out his hand to hers, watched her step out, turned her on the spot and pushed her forward. Leaning into the car, hands flat on the seat, his hands grabbed the nylon, tearing it open exposing her pussy and causing her to gasp. "We're fucking Ginger, well; you're being fucked should I say!" She heard the rubber snap onto his penis, staying still, legs straight, his hands parted her cheeks, loosing one to guide himself against her as he asked, "You do want this inside you don't you, you do want meat?" He rubbed up and down her moist slit, applying slight pressure against her entrance, not allowing her to ease back onto it as she was trying to do, but pulling away, asking again until her knees were bent, her feet spread apart and she turned to look at him and said sternly, "If you don't fuck me now and stop bloody teasing me, I shall drag you over to the grass and fuck you, myself!" Fred was a little shocked how confident and blunt she sounded, but grasped her hips, pressed inside and did as she had pleaded with him to do. He pushed down gently on her back, made her bottom stick out, this allowed him to push deeper still. She held the pose, he watched as her arm went under her body, touching her and stimulated her clit as he took her. Her head now dropped to the seat, her moaning getting louder, her arm quicker, his excitement seeing this made him go even quicker inside her. Just as he was about to release, he asked the question, "Why did you think I was touching you through the window?" She gave out a little yelp, shook and rammed back onto him, her muscles constricted around him as her wet pussy made the semen rise from his cock, fill the teat of the condom as he rammed inside in short jabbing motions. Holding it inside as her muscles continued to grip, another moan telling him she had a second orgasm again in moments before falling forward and off him to lay face down in the car. She was shaking her head in disbelief. Still totally confused from the sensations, not knowing whose hands had roamed over her. She asked again, "Fred, it was you, wasn't it?" He simply smiled and replied that her mind might be playing tricks on her in the darkness. She knew it wasn't, but also knew she was not going to get the answer from him until he was ready to tell her, and if it wasn't him, had he stood and watched a complete stranger explore her private place for his own stimulation? She looked at her watch telling Fred they only had half an hour to get to the cinema. She looked down at her tights, ripped open and now rendered crotchless, but she could still keep them on, covered by her skirt and allow her legs to stay covered by the nylon. Fred reached into the glove compartment and produced a packet of wet wipes, "Always prepared!" She joked as he gently raised her skirt, wiping along her slit to freshen her making her jump as he touched her sensitive clitoris, taking one himself and cleaning him off before zipping up and jumping back into the car. They drove to the cinema, the place one of there less intimate moments had occurred. Parking close to where they had before, towards the back, and got out and rushed in to get refreshments before the film began. Fred followed Ginger in, straight up the ramp, turning, and heading straight to the far back row corner, turning and smiling at Fred. They sat down, the previews already rolling, but others still entering the cinema. Ginger laid her head against Fred's shoulder, he turned, kissing her brow and place his arm around her body to cuddle her. Just as the main film started, another man entered, walking back towards them, sitting a row in front, just to the side of them. His eyes fell on Gingers nylon clad legs dimly lit with the screens light, but he got enough of a view to see them and show his interest with a smile. As the film rolled, the two lovers began to occasionally kiss, the gentleman turning his head, obviously very voyeuristic himself. Fred noticed his viewing, whispering to Ginger, "I think you have an admirer!" His hand slid over her dress, caressing her chest, making sure it was caught in the gaze of the voyeur. His head turning back and forth, making Fred's mind wonder back to her fantasy's, there earlier encounter. He leaned to Ginger and whispered, "I want you to sit back, head on my shoulder and ease your skirt up first, let you legs fall open, I'm going to let our friend take a closer look between your legs". She looked into his eyes, a little grin on her face, as she shuffled, allowing her skirt to ride up just below the pre made crotch less tights. She leaned into Fred again, closed her eyes, and tried to hide her face in his shoulder. A few minutes passed, Fred's hand went to her thigh, easing the skirt a little higher, and his hand found her damp and ready, excited about the exposure she was going to make. Fred whispered out, "Oi, come and see while she's sleeping if you want a better look" Gingers heart was now beating hard against Fred's shoulder, he could feel it, her hand resting on his leg gripped down, nerves, excitement, but she heard the seat in front flip up, the man stepping closer, another lowered and he was right there in front of her. "Fuck me mate, she hasn't got any knickers on has she?" Her heart now pounding in her chest as Fred's hand raised the hem up further, allowing the eyes of the stranger to strain to see her pussy in the dim lighting. Fred's hand went down and eased her legs a little further apart, again lifting her skirt and allowing the man to peer between her spread thighs. "Be gentle and have a feel if you like, just gentle and touch, she shouldn't wake she sleeps quite heavy". Her fingers gripped onto his leg, her options now there for her decision, would she stir, stop the hand from caressing her, or would she let another of her fantasy's happen and this time she knew the hand and person was real, she knew it was a stranger about to touch and caress her legs, maybe even her pussy and stroke and feel her moist lips with his fingers. The hand fell onto her leg, just above her nylon clad knee cap, stroking across the nylon, easing upwards on her thigh, she trembled a little, her fingers digging into Fred's leg. Fred looked down to watch the hand continue upwards, disappearing beneath the hem, out of sight, but reaching closer to her pussy, closer still and with her fingers clamping down again, Fred knew his fingers had found her wetness. His hand moved slowly, obviously caressing her slit, working the wetness, her legs were as wide as they could go, her body remained still, Fred's own erection was pushing against his trousers at the sight of this stranger pleasuring his lover. Still she sat stationery, allowing the man to lean over, and his finger pressed into her, pushing, penetrating her, would she stop this now? To Fred's amazement, she allowed it to continue, as the film fell quiet, he could hear his lovers wetness on the strangers fingers as he slid them back and forth. Her grip now eased and Fred was amazed she was suppressing the feelings, not a murmur from her, but he could feel her trembling, her grip re applied, her knew what was to shortly happen, and moments later, he watched as her hips pushed up, she moaned into his shoulder and started to come on the strangers hand. Fred thought quick, turning to push the hand away and replace it with his own, her head lifted, turned to kiss him staring wide eyed at his as he slid his own fingers inside. The stranger faced the screen, not turning as Ginger whispered loud enough to be heard, "Where did he appear from?" Fred replied he had been sleeping, so while he was, he couldn't resist sliding his fingers inside her. Ginger was playing the game now, understanding Fred's script, replying, "Thank god for that he's close enough to of seen my pussy!" Fred chuckled and told her not to worry, but whispered again, "If he hadn't of been there, I might have got between your legs and stuck my tongue inside you!" Gingers grin was huge, her hand reached out to feel Fred's excitement, thinking fast herself now, she joked back at Fred, "You could have woke me up fucking me if you had wanted, that would have been amazing" Fred's pre cum was leaking, Ginger was now playing the games she had dreamed of, teasing her lover and others again, the stranger, resisting moving or turning, just taking in all the lovers words as they spoke. Fred reached down, unfastening his belt, unbuttoning his flies, pulling his erection from his jeans as she watched and reached out to grab it. She eased her hand up and down, looking down and the shinny liquid leaking from the tip, and asked, "Do you think he is sleeping, I so want to suck your cock" Fred reached out too touch the man's shoulder lightly. No movement, turning back to her and confirming, "Yes darling, he looks to be fast asleep" She moved to the edge of her seat, off it, kneeling with her back to the screen as best she could in the narrow gap, taking him again into her hand, she whispered, Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 03 "I'm going to suck you until you explode" Fred smiled looking down at her eyes looking up at him. Her lips parted, her tongue extended and licked at the tip. She used her tongue as a guide for his cock to slide down and lowered her head, slowly engulfing him, her head turned from the stranger, allowing him to recognise the slurping sound and be able to once more turn and witness the action. Her head rose and feel on his shaft, her hands reaching around the sides to pull on his bottom, pull him forward into her. Fred looked up to the stranger and winked. His head was craning to get a view of her lips sliding down on Fred's erection. She didn't want to turn but knew the strangers eyes were watching, it excited her, her own hand moved down, under her skirt and found her lips, rubbing between then and seeking her bud and began furiously rubbing herself. Fred's hand feel on her head, bucking up into her lips, watching her arm movements, the look in her eyes was amazing, staring at him as her cheeks hollowed, her head lifted and was pushed back down until Fred released his grip, lifted her head off him, taking himself into his hand, her eye staring and watching as he aimed his erection towards her and came, covering her face, just closing her eye's in time to stop the semen from stinging them. His hand drained himself; her tongue came out, her pretty face now splattered as she sat up on her knees rising to kiss him. He had to taste his own cum on her lips, something he would never refuse her when she had given him such satisfaction, they kissed hard, finally breaking to help her up, back into her seat and looking so dirty with the semen decorating her face, giggling and smiling. She began rubbing some on her cheek and bobbing her tongue out towards Fred as if to say, "Two can play your games!" Her legs were apart as Fred again leaned forward and tapped the man on his shoulder but harder than before. "Excuse me mate, have you got the time" The man pretended to rouse, asking what, but taking a good view at Ginger, sitting with her semen splattered face on show before Fred repeated the question and got answered the time. Fred's eyes looked back at her, him now smirking and bobbing his tongue out, her cheeks had obviously now coloured, her teeth bit into her lips as she grinned. Disbelief that she had done such a thing but also sheer excitement that she had. Some man had just witnessed her sucking her lover and seen her cum covered face, anyone would have known what she had done, and perhaps was now thinking of adding to it for there own pleasure. That excited her more, she placed Fred's hand back to feel her soaking wet pussy, the seat beneath her soaking up the flow, but showing him what he had done for her, the excitement he had given, and as the titles came on, she was up, leading him out by his hand, out the foyer, across the car park, heals clicking loudly on the ground to behind the car and was furiously trying to release him from his jeans again. Fred raised the tailgate on the car, pushed her forward, and ripped her tights more, dragging them down her legs before reaching in his pocket, covering his cock with rubber and pushed it hard and fast inside her. Her dress over her hips, cars leaving around them, neither of them now bothered, his pounding continued, she begged him to take her, fuck her and that, he did. Long hard stabbing motions inside her until they turned into slower thrusts, his groans heard over her shoulder as his semen again left his tip to fill the teat. She stood there bent over, her breathing heavy, her moistness showing and her lips still slightly open, she wanted more, and so did Fred. He removed the rubber from his wilting cock, throwing it across the grass before kneeling down behind her, placing his hands on her cheeks, spreading her wide open, watching as she arched her back, her pussy pushing backwards and without a word, her actions were begging him to do something to her. He knelt behind on the ground, teased her with the tip of his tongue, gently touching her lips, kissing her cheeks, lapping again at her wet lips and then his face was pressing hard into her bottom so his tongue pressed deep inside her pussy. She moaned out as he penetrated her, his arm around to feel her breasts, her own travelling down again to tease herself, as Fred continued devouring her pussy, sucking on her soft flesh as he continued to fuck her with his tongue until she reach back to grab his hair, held him tight into her bottom as moaned out louder than ever and covered his face with her wetness yet again. He could not stop lapping at her, he didn't want to, he savoured her taste and aroma, he longed for this, pressing his nose against her anus as his tongue again sought to get as deep inside her as possible, she calmed, releasing his hair, and slowly raised herself, turning, sitting on the tail of the car and then lay back into the boot laughing, giggling like a naughty girl, her legs moving, Fred raising to his feet to join her, hold her to him and laugh out with her. They lay looking up at the night sky, she rolled to hold him, the look in her eyes was amazing, naughty, lustful, and dare I say approaching that of a love struck couple. But they couldn't be, not right now, it was all so wrong, so naughty, but feeling so right, but they both knew that very shortly they would again have to go there separate ways again, so cruel to both to break the moment, but this was by far the last, their adventures had just begun, their relationship developing into something more than dancing partners, but what were they classed as now, friends, lovers or? Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 04 The agonising wait for their next encounter was far too long for both Fred & Ginger, there lust and longing for time together now making their minds blur on a daily basis. Gingers new found submission to Fred had ignited a side of her she had only ever dreamed of and thought would only ever be a fantasy. But since allowing Fred's mild dominance over her, her body and mind was now alight with feeling she longed for on a daily basis. She longed to be touched, wondered where, when and what their next encounter would entail. Night after night, re living the memories, having deep and dark thoughts of her needs, finding her hands roaming over her body far to often now, her mind open, imagining Fred doing things she had read of others. She had dreamed of being in the positions of the people in the stories but was now finding that she was writing them herself, wanting to be and longing to be in the next. She loved his controlling manner, his words that made her do the things she was, although she had no idea herself why she did and allowed it. Nearly two weeks had passed since their last liaison. She wanted him, wanted to meet, submit, obey and wanted to be pushed beyond her wildest fantasies. Fred's mind and actions had made her see him in a new light. Often she thought of him as shy like herself, but finding he was far from it. His attention to detail on every adventure excited her. So when the text arrived, she flicked at the screen, excited, reading quickly. "The forecast tomorrow is for sunshine on the coast. Phone in work and tell them you're ill. Be at mine before 6am. If you're any later you'll have to accept your punishments during the day for failing me!" Her skin prickled, goose bumps formed down her arms. She couldn't escape at 6am; the earliest without raising suspicion at home would be 7. She quickly text back quickly asking if that would be ok? Questioning what he had planned for the day, if she would need any particular clothing? Were they going for another picnic? Did she need walking shoes? She bombarded him with questions but only received a simple answer. "You will need very little except for yourself tomorrow, see you at six!" She replied to inform him as he already knew, it would be impossible. Hoping not to disappoint, but she couldn't, the only disappointment would come if she had shocked the man and replied that it was fine, spoiling his plans for the punishments and the beginning of his planned day. She was excited and distant, often caught in a daydream, distracted, thoughts of blindfolds, hands roaming her body, picnic benches and strangers flooded her mind. Taking wrong turns as she drove and checking her phone again for more detail. She had convinced herself that finally tomorrow she may visit her picnic bench. She had visions of her naked self spread out on it, bound, blindfolded, teased and tormented. Her pussy moistened, she needed to get home and shower, cool herself down and try to focus on normality until the morning. Finally she arrived home, switching on the shower, sitting on the toilet and listening to the water flowing. She stepped in finding herself dripping the white shower creme on her breasts, looking down was seeing it look like semen all over her, what was happening to her mind? She lathered her hands allowing them to roam across her bare flesh, pleasuring herself, but not like Fred did. Her eyes closed as she pulled her nipples, twisting them gently, her visions flipped again to being lay back on the picnic bench, blindfolded, she created several men that turned to more, all standing around her. She could do that now, adjust the fantasy to suit. She of course was not unaware of them as Fred had arranged this, the blindfold preventing her from seeing them approach after she was bound as he stood looking as they touched her, his pleasure coming from seeing her live out her fantasy. Her hand moved furiously between her legs, they took turns to touch her, unknown there were five or was it six now as well as her lover? Only one would touch her at a time leaving her to believe it could just be Fred again. This just another of her created fantasies, now grabbing up at the shower head spraying it against her clitoris, slumped against the cold tiles, legs ajar, one hand held her lips apart as the water jets hit her delicate exposed bud. Her mind visualised the men spraying over her as the water made her tingle, they left her looking like the shower crème had, she had to bite down hard against her lip to stifle her from screaming out in pleasure as she tapped the shower head against herself now imagining it was a hand spanking her exposed place, her body shaking and her legs almost giving way. She reached up placed the shower head back into the holder, turned the thermostat cooler, her body so hot, face again flushed as her eyes opened. The cooler water now relaxed her body as she stepped forward out of it, pushing the water from her hair and finally turning off the shower. She reached for her big fluffy towel and began to dry herself off. Stepping from the shower, standing in front of the mirror, looking at the towel wrapped around her and loosening it off, letting it drop to her ankles as she imagined what Fred would say if she felt the need to cover up. Naked, exposed, she felt and wanted it, although she knew no one could see, it now felt right. She looked at herself in the mirror, shaking her head looking into her own eyes in disbelief, a mild element of shame for her needs and desires, but soon turning to a grin, raising her eyes to herself and having to walk away as not to question her own actions. She reached down for the towel again and wrapped it around her body to walk out across the landing heading to the bedroom, the curtains wide and looked out wondering if anyone ever looked in? Everything now questioned, her mind so open, she was always conscious to close the curtains before doing anything in fear of being seen. But the new side of Ginger, the exhibitionist side and the devil ignited had slowly begun to take over many of her actions. She walked out of sight of the window passing it, again she found her nipples erect as her hands took the towel, loosening its wrap as she allowed it to fall to the floor again. She gave a little sigh, took a deep breath knowing that although he wasn't there, his words not telling her anything, Fred was taking over her mind, but was this to please him or herself now? Thinking now of the following day and if it was going to be warm, what should she wear? She had to please Fred's eyes, expose enough of herself to entice and tease him or allow him to expose her. But he hadn't asked for this, it's what she intended and wanted now. She stepped from behind the curtain, having to pass the window naked. Her nipples already erect and aching from the knowledge that people could possibly see, the neighbours, people she said good morning to. Her task was made up in her own mind as Fred would have set, pushing her own limits and walking to the chest of drawers exposed, looking in and thinking if she could risk a bikini top and skirt? Would Fred be happy with that and a pair of flip flops? Not exactly erotic, but suitable for a hot day out as he had stated in the message she would not be requiring a lot for there liaison. Confusion filled her mind, she wanted to please him, she needing her bed now,tired and exhausted from her thoughts she needed the night to go and morning to arrive. She glanced back at the window, walked towards it, two feet from the glass now, pulling open the wardrobe doors and standing naked just staring inside. She felt her own moistness forming again between her legs, wanting, and wondering if eyes had now seen her? The old man or other men over the road, perhaps, or one of their wives catching him looking or even looking themselves. She allowed her hand to feel how wet she had become and realised that the exposure made her this way. She shocked herself doing this, blatantly in view through the glass. Her fingers found the wetness between her legs, she was amazed at the sensitivity of her clit as her fingers stroked either side of it. She quickly realised her exposure again, stopped herself getting carried away and stepped back falling onto the bed, just her thoughts and desires were tiring. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily and prayed the night would go to allow her escape once more into her lover's arms. She woke at two, finding herself in bed, her partner next to her. Did he find her lying naked or had she gotten herself into bed before he came up? She sat up, looking disappointed at the clock. Her bladder was making her get up, wonder to the bathroom and relieve herself. As she did, again her eyes had closed, Fred was stood there in the doorway, making her spread her legs and expose herself as he watched, she had never sat this way on the toilet. Her eyes shot open, no Fred, just her mind, had he mentioned this or was it her fantasy? She closed her thighs, leaned forward placing her elbows on her knees and sighed. What was happening inside her mind? Years of suppressed feelings ignited. Where had sitting exposed on the toilet come from? Was it just another form of submission or humiliation? Was there a difference now? Was she just allowing her secret desires out into the open to be seen that way or did she want a man to stand and watch her piss? She stood, flushed the toilet and wondered back to her bed, lying for a while watching as the minutes passed by, seeing 3am and wondering if she would ever get back to sleep, her eyes finally closed, but her mind was again off on a tangent. Just going to the toilet now was made into a fantasy! She was now in the woods, hand in hand with Fred, but as usual, his dominance took over, her need for the toilet told to him. He made her wait until the moment was right. Instructed she could now go, making her squat on the side of the path by a bush, just as a man was approaching with his dog. Fred had walked on leaving her squatting on tip toe, spread open and exposed, skirt around her waist, grass tickling her as she began to flow. She knew that at any moment the man would be there, walking passed, but would he pass or stop? She looked to the ground not wanting to know if his eyes could see her, how humiliating but why was she excited? Was he looking down and watching between her legs as the liquid fell to the ground? Did it excite the stranger seeing her piss, was he erect, or even caressing his own cock as he looked? Her eyes opened wide again as she realised her hand had strayed between her legs, she was spread wide in the bed next to her lover! "Fuck! What was happening to her?" She stopped, rolled over and finally drifted off to sleep, waking with the sound of her alarm at 5, eyes wide, a little smile fell across her face. It wasn't long now. She would soon be in the car, driving all excited to her lover. As she left the house, her nipples stood out in the bikini top, the bottoms beneath her denim mini already having to soak up her moisture. She had placed a cardigan over the top, but wished she could be driving in just the bikini to excite her lover or anyone she passed. She pulled up, eased the handbrake on, stepped out taking her handbag, walking towards the door and finding the need to unbutton a few more to revealing her chest as she knocked. Fred opened, looked down to his watch, shook his head and simply said, "I think you have come late on purpose, haven't you madam?" Ginger went to respond, but his finger fell to her lips, his hush making her stop. He stood aside and allowed her in, past him which allowed him to glance down at her bottom which he playfully spanked as she passed, making her giggle and ask, "Did you miss me?" Fred walked over, placed his arms around her waist, his hands lying against her denim covered cheeks and asked, "Do you need to ask me that?" His semi erect cock, evidence to the answer as he was returning the question with his own! "But have you missed me, missed kissing me, obeying me, being yourself and exploring your inner most feelings and desires?" She looked mischievous, lifting her skirt and asking Fred to kneel down for a moment as she would like to show him just how much. She eased her bikini bottoms aside, took his hair and stepped forward, pulling his face into her wet pussy and replied, "It's been like that every day thinking of being with you!" She was soaking, his tongue extended to lap and taste her once more, but denied her the pleasure pulling away and asking, "Did I say you could pleasure yourself yet?" She giggled and asked, "Are you always going to be in control?" He shook his head in disbelief at the comment, walking over to the sofa and took the middle seat. He beckoned her towards him. Her skirt still raised as he pulled her forward and across his lap. He asked if she had thoughts of dominating him? His hands rubbed her cheeks as he did. She shook her head, although lying, wishing she could take that role, have that confidence but informed him. "The thought never crossed my mind today" In a playful but cheeky tone. His hand rose before quickly falling down against the soft flesh of her bottom making her tense and inhale sharply. A slight sting felt as it rose again, falling on the other, asking now if she thought she should be questioning his control and asking if she felt she would have a strong enough will to take control of him? She shook her head as he continued, three more times on each cheek. She liked it, not so much pain, his hand cupped and it sounding harder than it was, but his control and the dominance showed, rather than inflicting pain, it was more the control and dominance and this was just exciting her once more. As he rubbed the tingling flesh, he told her that was for questioning him, and for being late for there liaison. It was wasting valuable time when they could have been having fun. He helped her to her feet, standing as she kissed him and stated, "I think I might be naughty more often!" His smile was telling of his approval. But he joked he may of gone gentle on her this time and asked if she would be as eager if his paddle, cane or indeed, one of her own flip flops were in his hand? He walked away to allow her to ponder the thought. He finally returned in his shorts and t shirt. He too choosing flip flops and again the cool bag was over his shoulder and the chink of bottles was heard inside. They stepped out and into his car, a three hour journey ahead unknown to Ginger. His hand went out to stop her seat belt engaging, and his voice issued another command. "You might as well loose the cardigan now" She did as the wheels were in motion, now sitting as she wanted to travel to him, but something about him being by her side gave her much more confidence, stretching and pushing her breasts forward to excite him. They travelled the short distance to the motorway. Her puzzled look made him smile as they entered the slip road, she again questioned, "Where are we heading?" He replied simply with, "The coast, I told you!" She lifted her feet to the dashboard, sitting enjoying the scenery as they passed the first hour with general conversation. As the traffic became heavier, due to rush hour, she looked out the side window, gazing up at the truck drivers, one eating, another looking straight ahead, but the next was looking down straight at her. He winked, his head tipping to the side slightly causing her to giggle and inform Fred that she had pulled. He smiled at her victory, but quickly told her that it was wrong to tease these men with just a flash of her legs, and suggested he might prefer a better view. Her brow wrinkled as she looked at Fred who was now concentrating on pacing the cab. "Don't look puzzled madam, get your skirt off and show the man your body. He's got a long journey ahead so a little entertainment will help!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt, easing her bottom off the chair, sliding it down and kicking it into the foot well. Her flip flops already off. She raised her bare feet again to the dashboard. Fred shook his head as she gazed over. "Do I need to explain to you how to expose yourself and flash to a man still?" He didn't, she knew! Her hand pulling down her bikini top, just exposing her nipples and teasing them with her finger tips. She looked up at the driver who placed his thumb in the air showing his approval. Her confidence growing, her knees slowly but surely now fell apart, she caressed her breasts and allowed one hand to continue down, disappearing between her thighs out of his vision. She looked up as his neck stretched to try to see, but saw him relax as he watched her legs spread wider. Her hand slid inside her bikini bottoms now visible to him. Fred took the initiative, the side ties to tempting as he reached and pulled the bow. Her pussy now visible as her hand movement pushed the tiny triangle from covering her. She reached for the handle of the seat, reclined, much easier now to spread her legs, be exposed to him but no one else passing them. She lay back, both hands now falling between her thighs as both Fred and the driver watched. One hand with its fingers curling inside as the other teasing her clit. Both drivers had trouble keeping the vehicles steady, but glanced back and forth to watch the beauty of her own hands pleasuring herself. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two, she licked her lips at the driver, teased him, knowing he would never be able to touch where she was. Her face looked amazing, full of lust; Fred wondered what was she thinking about the driver, was she now thinking of him touching or fucking her? Fred watched her performance, nearly twenty minutes of self torment before bucking her hips off the seat and moaning out as she came. Her hand still between her legs as they clamped together, her eyes closed, finally removing her hands and reaching to raise the chair and lean towards Fred, trailing her moist fingers across his lips, pushing them inside his mouth and asking, "Can you see what you do to me?" He sucked on her fingers, her taste filled his mouth, another passing motorist gazed in, slowing and staring as she pulled her fingers out and sucked them herself. Fred noticed the sign for the services, quickly changing lane and headed on and parking towards the back of the car park. He reached his wallet, took a note from within and handed it to Ginger. "Americano please madam, and whatever refreshment you need yourself to replenish your fluids!" She reached for her skirt to find Fred's hand reaching to hers and telling her he thought not! She looked around, the car park really busy now. Did he want her to walk across in her bikini? She looked at his face and knew he did! A couple of men passed by and stared in. She pulled the handle and stepped from the car, forgetting her bikini bottoms were still undone and quickly grabbed them giggling. Fred's eyes were wide as he asked, "Do you want to do it naked then?" She shook her head as she caught them and quickly tied them back in place. They had ridden into the crease of her bottom, her cheeks were exposed a little more as she closed the door, turning to bob her tongue out at Fred and purposely wiggled her bottom as she walked away. Fred could see her confidence growing. She walked slower, one man dropping behind, his head hung moving in time to her wiggle. She stood in the queue. Now feeling a little more exposed, the lad serving looking down to see her erect nipples and now staring directly at them. Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 04 She smiled up at the lad and ordered. His mouth was a little open as she leaned in to pay, her top had slid down as she stretched up, he so wanted to touch, she knew it, and if he had right now she probably wouldn't have minded of stopped him. She peered down now realising why his eyes were wide, just a hint of nipple was now exposed to him. She reached out and took the change. Walking away with his eyes on her and wiggled back to the car, concentrating on carrying the drinks and unaware how many heads had turned to take in the sight presented to them. She got to the car, handed Fred his drinks and asked, "Did you like the view then?" He nodded, and replied it was amazing and asked if she realised just how many other men had looked at her while walking? Telling her were and were probably thinking of removing that bikini and taking her! She laughed out, and asked, "Should I let them next time? The woodland over there looks good!" Fred reclined and chuckled, responding with, "You're getting very confident about all this now, aren't you? Do you feel more relaxed about yourself and being exposed as an object of fantasy for anyone's eyes to feast on?" She looked at him, sitting to confess her feeling were on fire! She longed to be pushed further, she was getting pleasure from pleasing him, allowing him watch her get hers. She told him of her fantasies before and that she never expected to live any of them out! He sat and listened to her words, then asked, "So you wish to continue with your exploration?" She nodded confirming that she did. His coffee was placed into the cup holder, he reached across to embrace her, kiss her again, his hands travelling over her back and finding the tie behind her back, gently pulling the ends and releasing the biking top between them. Her breathing changing again as it hung loose across her as he sat up, Fred turned the key and started the car. They drove off, quietly finishing there drinks, the sun shining through the glass as they passed junction 28, Fred looked across asking Ginger, "Hand me your top!" She stared at him and asked, "How far is there to go?" Fred shrugged, held out his hand until her own slid off her top, placing it in his hands and sitting back into her chair, half wanting to slide down to try to cover herself a little, but the new Ginger took over, sitting with the seat belt between her breasts, on show and proud as she saw the smile on Fred's face. She had obeyed him and pleased him. The next few junctions quickly passed; finally leaving the motorway and joining the A roads. The signs for seaside resorts obvious now, but exactly where still not revealed. Gingers mind wondered as Fred indicted left, turning into a lay-by and stopped outside a toilet block. Two other cars were there, but no one was in sight. He went to open the door and she quickly asked, "Can I put my top back on now?" He shook his head and told her he wouldn't be a moment and not to worry. He entered the toilets as another man left, her gaze towards them and not to the eyes now staring in the side window and straight at her exposed breasts. A man stood and smiled as her eyes met his, her hands trying to cover her body, but knowing already it was too late. He approached, motioned for her to lower the window. She had to remove one of her hands to do so, taking a deep breath she did and pressed the button. He must have been retirement age, but still well toned, only a tiny pair of shorts covered his groin as he leaned towards the car and looked straight in her eyes and asked, "Are you a nudist dear? If you don't mind me saying so you look fabulous sat there in the sunlight!" She thanked him for the compliment and told him she was not, this caused his brow to wrinkle as he looked puzzled and asked, "So why are you sitting with your breasts exposed, and here?" She explained that her 'partner', as she chose to refer to him as had just popped to the toilet. Still looking puzzled, he asked again, saying that she was evading answering the question that he had asked her. "So why are you sitting with your breasts exposed and on display?" Her face now crimson looking past him and wishing Fred would return quickly to avoid the answer. There was no sign of him, no way out of answering, his eyes widened awaiting her reply, she had to respond, the silence to long as she hung her head and quietly replied, "I handed him my top as he asked and that's what he wanted me to do!" He reached in and placed his hand gently under her chin, turning her head to face him and now asked, "Then why did you just not answer that you are submissive and an exhibitionist?" She went to lower her head, his gaze held hers, as he whispered, "Your partner instructed me to come over and see your reaction; he also suggested that you may actually give me the honour of caressing your breasts for him to see!" She sighed in slight relief as he pointed to the other side of the car. Fred was standing watching; his arms crossed as he looked towards the car and grinned. "The Bastard!" The words left her lips, the man laughed out and praised her for her manners in this situation; he apologised for causing her blushes and again complimented her and the figure before him. She breathed easier now, shaking her head at Fred, but in devilment, chose to call his bluff. Her arms lowering and inviting the stranger to caress his prize, telling him, "You have a good feel you naughty old man!" He did, both arms extending and mauling her, her head turning to gauge Fred's reaction, his hand grabbing his crotch. She knew he was pleased and excited. He walked slowly over. The other car now leaving, the man's hands continued to caress her as Fred thanked him for assisting to be told it was only a pleasure for him. Fred informed him she had been naughty all day, and had to be spanked this morning for disobedience. The man loosed his grip on her breasts; his eyes now wide and excited as he stated that he would love to of witnessed that! Fred looked into Gingers eyes, and simply told her to turn over let the man see if she was still red from her punishment. She rolled and turned reclining the chair again to be lying face down. Her bottom with her bikini riding up exposed now as Fred rubbed her cheeks, pulling it into the crack further and commented that it was all white again, quickly raising his hand to land sharply onto her cheek, followed by the second. Ginger could not see the other man's excited look, getting erect from her punishment, but time was moving to quickly, Fred thanked the man for his assistance but informed him they must get on with there journey. He thanked them both. The car started and Ginger rolled back over to be seated. She smirked, leaned over and kissed his cheek whispering, "You're so cruel to me!" Fred asked if she was complaining and if she wanted to stop their fun? She quickly shook her head, informed him, "I couldn't now if I wanted too" They now approached a little lane leading down to the ferry, Fred reached for her top and informed her she may need this as there would be foot passengers as well as cars on the ferry, families, and he didn't want them arrested. They drove on; she was shocked the ferry was no more than a floating plank carrying a dozen cars, pulled across the river to the town by a tug boat. She looked around taking in the scenery and commented how beautiful it was. Her hand reached out for Fred's and held it. A tender moment, fingers interlocked, appearing to everyone around like a normal couple, no one knowing of there real lives, miles away from that reality. She was so relaxed and comfortable with Fred by her side. As she looked at him, he leaned over, kissed her lips gently and asked, "Are you having a good day so far? You wouldn't do anything you didn't want to just to please me would you?" She shook her head, kissed him again, and held her hand to his face informed him, "It could have always been this way, if only...!" They both knew this and their gaze was broken as the ferry hit the landing, engines fired and the cars left, driving through the picturesque little town, out and down onto the coast road. The scenery Ginger marvelled at, never travelling here before, just another beautiful undiscovered place in our beautiful country. The quaint little towns, houses and the view over the sea were amazing as they turned around some sharp twisty corners, Ginger giggled as she was thrown side to side, her breast becoming exposed as the car was slowing and turning into a car park. Fred got out and put his money in the machine, took the ticket and stuck it to the screen, Ginger had already stepped out, was stretching as Fred grabbed the bag, a cylindrical little bag she had not seen before too, he took her hand leading her down some concrete steps and onto the shingle. The sea crashing as the small waves fell and met the beach. Ginger smiled, a day at the beach with Fred, how relaxing, it seamed quiet for the amount of cars there. They walked for a while, the shingle hard to walk in, finally passing a piece of old wood standing up from ground. Fred placed the bags down, lifted his t shirt and lowered his shorts. Ginger stared on in amazement and asked, "What are you doing?" Fred leaned against the post, and asked, "Don't you know what this is then?" She shook her head as she wouldn't know. She had never even heard of Slapton. The signs stated the name as they approached but that was it, it meant nothing. She looked puzzled and had to ask, "What does it mean?" Fred smirked telling her, "It's an unwritten law, but as you pass the marker you are onto the nudist beach!" He explained that not everyone got naked, some topless, maybe only one partner was nudist, but that's the rules. He stood watching her reaction, her smile getting broader, her hands lifting behind, untying her top once more, throwing her arms in the air with her top dangling from her one hand and exclaimed, "In that case, let them be free!" Fred looked down at her bottoms, he had to control himself here and keep his erection under control. An erection would be frowned up on as they passed the general nudists, but would she remove her bottoms? She looked down, breathed deeply and dared to ask, "Do you mind if I keep them on for a while until I relax?" Fred approached, asked if she thought he would mind? He watched as her hands as they went to slide them down, quickly stopping her and looking into her eyes, he told her he wouldn't! Like he had said earlier that day, she had to be comfortable and wasn't to do anything to please just him. He held her body to his, arms falling around her too embrace her. She whispered, "Thank you!" Their lips met again and parted, Fred reached down, taking the bags over his shoulder as they walked hand in hand further along the shingle. People were now visible and getting closer. Families flew their kites, some playing bat and ball, not a care in the world, many greeting them as they passed. Gingers eyes were amazed, cocks hung and swung around, different shapes and sizes, shaven, hairy, women just lying there spread open on display, men just wished her good morning and were not staring at her body as such, just a fleeting glance as they passed. She grabbed Fred's hand tight and turned to him, telling him she was amazed, she was shocked at the shapes and sizes, the age range, no one giving a fuck as she chose to describe it. "Why should they?" Fred asked the question, but she already thought the same, why should anyone care what others think, they were confident enough to be like this and who cares. They were now nearing the end of the beach, approaching a wind break set at the back. Gingers eyes wondered over as they closed in, going wider as they saw the back of a ladies head, she was lying face down, legs wide and her pussy bare and exposed to anyone passing by. In her mouth was her husbands erection; so hard! He was obviously enjoying her sucking him and her lips movements on his shaft as he lay back and allowed her to pleasure him. Ginger was staring down as they walked, the lady hearing the shingle being moved and looking up, stopping to release him from her lips but holding him firm in her fist as she looked over to Ginger, her eyes were travelling over her body, different to the others they passed as she greeted them and said, "Hiya babe! Looks like its going to be a good one today, don't you think?" Gingers mouth had fell open; she was staring at the erection but moved her eyes to hers to reply. "Yes, its beautiful isn't it?" The lady laughed, her hand now moving gently on the shaft as she stared into Gingers eyes and asked her, "Are you referring to the weather of something else?" Ginger had not even realised that they had stopped walking; she was referring to the weather, but also liked the sight of the cock before her. She giggled squeezing Fred's hand as she responded with, "The weather but that's nice too!" Her confidence was brimming now; the lady leaned down and licked at the tip as Ginger watched. She lifted her head and now asked, "Are you joining us or off for some fun first? We'll be here all day so if you're feeling a little hungry later, feel free to come back and have something to eat, we can share it!" Ginger tugged Fred's arm gently, wishing them both fun and walking away. She turned to Fred; her face was full of amazement, she looked excited and asked, "Can they do that? Is that allowed?" They continued as he laughed, telling her to look as another bare bottom was now in view. The elderly lady was gyrating on the man beneath her, much younger than her, another man who was obviously more her age sat beside against a rock. His erection was tiny in his fingers as Ginger listened and heard the lady talk to the man she was riding, "That's it you fucker, bang my belly! Fuck me like a real man not that little thing I have to endure over there" Ginger slowed Fred to listen, pulling back on his arm as the lady turned to the older man and sharply asked him, "Are you enjoying seeing a real man fuck me, fuck me deep inside, fuck your wife like all those little slag's you used to fuck yourself from the office?" Ginger waited for his answer, he was nodding; his fingers moving fast as he simply replied with, "Yes darling!" The lady moved faster, moaning and proclaiming how deep he was inside, how it was so nice to be fucking something substantial. Again she turned to the man and told him, "That's all you're good for and all you're getting now, my cuck to carry my bags and lead me to the real cocks and if your lucky, I might let you clean me up later as I tell you how it feels to be fucked by a man!" Ginger dragged Fred on, him smiling at the situation, Ginger turning puzzled and asked, "What's a cuck?" Fred explained that basically he was under her control, her partner but not allowed to do anything without her permission, basically her sub. Ginger laughed and commented on his little penis, telling Fred she could understand why she wanted something bigger than that! Fred asked, "Did you prefer the cock she was riding?" She nodded her response as Fred led her from the back of the beach towards the shore. A few people were spread around, not much action here. He set down the bags, emptied the cylindrical one, and proceeded to construct the beach shelter inside it. Ginger strolled down to the shore as he did letting the water cool and cover her feet. As usual in this country, it wasn't warm, but she was wondering along then looking up as a man now approached doing the same. He looked straight at her; said hello and joked it was a little cold as he looked directly at her erect nipples. She looked down too giggling and said, "It is a little!" He passed, turning to check out her bottom but she turned and caught him and smiled. She now turned to return to the shelter and greet Fred with a deep kiss and said, "It's amazing here, thank you for bringing me!" She sat down just inside the shelter. Her legs outstretched as Fred reached into the bag and produced a bottle or pink champagne. He passed her two glasses as he popped the cork towards the sea, quickly pouring and burying the bottle to take his glass, chinking them together, and toasting, "To us!" She sipped at the liquid, she needed it, cold and refreshing after their walk. He took out some lotion, showed her and asked, "Shall I?" She lay back, joking he had better as there was nothing worse than crispy nipples. He knelt over her feet, started from her toes, over the tops, working up her legs slowly and carefully rubbing in the lotion, making her jump as he dribbled it onto her flesh. She leaned back on her elbows, his hands now slightly parting her thighs, travelling over the tops and tracing up inside. He parted her knees, worked a little firmer into the soft flesh on her inner thighs, tormenting her now as he approached her bikini bottoms. His hands worked up against the sides of them, just under the edges, taking care as not to get the liquid onto her lips. His thoughts selfish of his tongue later tasting there and not wanting to spoil the taste of her natural juices. He slid up over her stomach and pushed her breasts upwards. She lay back, looking upwards and noticed a shadow from behind her lover. Her head tipped forward to see an elderly gentleman watching, his cock shaven and semi erect, pointing outwards as he watched Fred massage the white liquid over her soft mounds. She arched her back pushing her breasts out, telling Fred to make sure he did a good job on them, he intended too, toying her nipples in little circles unaware of the voyeur behind them, his hands finally moved, leaving them to do her shoulders and neck sending tingles down her body. He eased his body back again and down to her ankles. Still unaware of the voyeur, she turned, her head to the side and asked, "Would it be easier if you removed the bottoms?" He smiled at her suggestion, reaching for the ties and quickly tugging them open, she eased up allowing him to extract them without pulling against her flesh. She knew now she was exposed, Fred's hands once more starting from her feet, then easing her legs ajar now to kneel between her ankles, telling her it was far easier than struggling to get between her thighs. His body protected her exposure from the stranger, she didn't know if he was even still looking now, but the thought he was had made her begin to leak. Fred's hands now close to her pussy, coming up and massaging her cheeks. He was kneading the soft flesh, he moved off her, sitting to the side of her body, working her lower back as her legs lay akimbo, her bottom raised slightly as her mind was telling her to show the stranger between her legs, wanting him to see there. Fred's hands worked up to her shoulders again, she turned and asked, "Is he still there and looking at me?" Fred now turned, seeing the gentleman now lying on the shingle facing up to gaze between her legs. He told her he was and lying down, staring straight at her pussy and looked to see that she had her arse poking up to expose herself. He playfully slapped her bottom again, told her she was getting dirtier by the minute to which she laughed, and told Fred he had been watching them for a while. He took a towel from the bag and wiped his hands, running one between her legs and knowing how excited the exposure had made her. "You're fucking dripping down there, teasing that poor man, you should at least go and say hello and ask if he has enjoyed the show!" Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 04 Her face filled with devilment again, she turned and sat up, his eyes straight on her as she stood, grinning at Fred as she walked away from him, hips swaying and looking amazing. She was approaching the stranger, his Grey hair shinning in the sun. Fred sat and watched her new found confidence, seeing his lover squat down right in front of the man's face only inches from him. He couldn't hear the conversation, but what he could see was the man's hand and arm now moving to between her open legs, working up her spread thighs and she was staying in that position. This allowed Fred to see her being touched, he knew she would be nervous, but she wouldn't be doing this without the safety of her lover behind her giving her this new found confidence to allow herself this pleasure. She wanted that, she knew it would excite Fred, it was his suggestion to say hello to the man after teasing him. Fred looked on as the silver haired man's hand stroked between her legs. Passing over her wetness, knowing her lips were hanging before him and he watched her back arch and presumed he had just pushed his fingers inside her. His hand had indeed found her opening and pressed inside, she wondered if Fred see, glancing back and realising he was close enough too, and closer than it looked before. She asked her new friend to turn over, asking to see what she did to him. Fred watched on as the man rolled onto his back, seeing Ginger now lay down beside him. He watched her arm stretch out and down, her hand rising and falling. Her friends arm extended to her chest. Fred was solid, drooling as he watched his lover having fun, he wanted to go closer and join her but allowed her to explore herself and the man. He choose to sit watching as her hand picked up speed, the man lying back and groaning out a loud 'YES' as he exploded over her hand and his own body. Not ten minutes had passed by, Ginger was already walking back to her lover. A wry smile on her face now, had she shocked or pleased Fred? It was answered as she approached; he was lay back with his erection pointing to his own stomach. She stood across his legs, legs straight as she bent over and kissed his erection. "Did you enjoy that then?" Fred now nodded; he told her it was amazing to see that she was able to explore her fantasies without fear. She informed him that was to gift him for his assistance, to show she could experiment, but not only for his pleasure but for her own. She told how she wanted to make the man cum! She knew he would be excited after watching and felt it was only fair to assist him. Fred nodded his approval. She lowered herself, sitting down and rubbing her wet slit along his shaft. Looking down at him she asked, "Don't you get jealous seeing another man touching me?" He shook his head, explaining as he had before that he knew it was for a moment of pleasure, no feelings between them only the lust of the moment, he knew she was getting pleasure, that gave him his own and he knew that shortly after he would be benefiting from the basically, 'foreplay'. He knew she would return and want to be with him and not another. She lowered, teasing his lips with her nipples, leaning to his ear and whispered, "So basically he made me wet so you can fuck me?" As her words left her mouth, she pressed back, expertly guiding him inside with no hands, banging back onto him until she squashed his balls between them. She sat upright, caressing her own breasts, her muscles inside clenched at his erection. Another man now passed who she wished a good afternoon. "How does that feel?" Fred looked up gazing at her hands working her nipples and told her, "It's amazing, but you need to allow people to see your riding my cock, fucking yourself, using my cock for your own pleasure, but you also forgot something" She began to bounce, but slowed and eased off for him to roll the rubber down his shaft, lowered back onto him as another man was passing and craning his neck to see her penetrated. Fred informed her so and she leaned forward and wiggled her bottom on him, stimulating him to push up to meet her downward motions. He sat up towards her, his arm around her, lifting himself and pushed her back, but managing to keep his erection inside, lowering her into the shingle and pushing hard inside, taking her with her head now tipped backwards down the beach. He pushed inside again, grabbed her legs lifting and placing them on his shoulders. "Now you can get fucked! Just like you thought of that man doing, didn't you?" She looked up, he was right! She had thought of the man on top of her, taking her in front of Fred as she masturbated him, but there was more he didn't know. "Do you really want to know what I thought of while his cock was in my hand?" Fred nodded, then spoke and told her, "Every little dirty detail Ginger; no holds barred!" He pushed hard inside her, his own hips gyrating and stirring his erection deep inside her. Her lips parted to speak and the true Ginger exposed herself. "I dreamed of him pushing me back onto the beach. His hands pinned down my wrists. That shaven cock went inside me; but other men were surrounding us too! They were all masturbating; hands were touching me Fred, lots of different ones all over my tits and body and i couldn't stop them!" Fred's speed and excitement increased, he listened asd she continued, "I was surrounded, I couldn't see who was doing what, the shingle was scooped out from under my head and it tipped back, and they were using my mouth and fucking it!" Fred was pounding inside her, their bodies were sliding down the beach, their eyes locked on each others, he was a little shocked at her detail, but loved her thoughts, another fantasy explained that made him visualise her like that. He thrust hard, jabbing inside her, her legs trembled against his shoulders.Her moans were getting louder and quickening, she was gasping, he was pounding her until he released, yelling out himself with pleasure. She knew he was unloading and yelled out too as his orgasm spurred hers, louder than other moments, but they didn't care one iota, their juices left there bodies, the teat filled inside her and hers flowed out and over him, he thrust the last few drop from his shaft, looked down at her chest rising and falling and asked, "Have you seen my shy friend Ginger recently?" They laughed together now. Both were now sweating a little in the sun. He lowered against her body. Their arms around one another but she rolled them over and sat on top of his wilting erection. He watched her stomach push and the glint in her eyes as she gripped his wilting cock, leaking more over him and now he was feeling it running down over his balls. He slid out and reached down removing the rubber. She was still sliding up and down against him using her juices as lubrication, sliding back and forth slowly against him while regaining their breath a little before finally rolling off him. She eased off, rising to her feet and standing with the sun making the mess between her thighs glisten. He stood and joined her, again they embraced, breaking it to walk hand in hand to the sea. They kicked water against each other gasping at how cold it was, finally hugging but wrestling to fall into the cool water beneath. They shrieked as they bodies chilled, quickly washing off before he chased her from the water, a passing couple looked on. He reached the towel and began to dry her. The couple, Fred guessed in there 40's sat down the beach a little but to the side of them. There obvious exhibitionist manner instantly visible as she spread her legs for the man to bury his face between, she caressed her own breasts, them too gaining a voyeur who was now sitting down by their side. She stopped touching her breasts and allowed him to reach over to caress them, but then he moved around, his erection heading for her face and was feeding his penis into her willing mouth, his own head now close to her partners and finally taking over, locking into a 69 position as her partner looked on. Ginger was staring again, watching the lady playing, but her stare was broken by a man walking between the couples. He looked at the ladies while passing, towering over them, this was a huge man, standing around six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders and her eyes now moved and were now transfixed at what swung before him. She stared back at Fred, watching as the man walked past, over into the rocks and out of sight. Fred taunted her, telling her to close her mouth as there were flies around and bigger things too. She laughed, asking him, "Did you bloody see that thing?" Fred chuckled and joked about the donkeys on the beach, and he thought one had just seen one pass, making a joke about ladies always loved a donkey ride. She giggled, but was staring towards the rocks hoping for another view. He took her arm, pulled her up, grabbing there bag and leaving the shelter, leading her towards where he had gone out of sight. She protested and pulled back telling him she didn't need a closer look, she couldn't imagine sex with that, not with that thing! Fred laughed at her and pulled her forward. She didn't resist now, listening as he suggested they could pass so she could say hello and have a closer look and walk away. They stepped over the rocks, over a few more until the man could be seen reclined on a flat slate like rock. His ankles were crossed, his arms behind his head as they approached. His head lifted, he nodded, saying, "Well hello young lady!" Questioning what had taken her so long? She stuttered trying to find her words, stopped with his own as he again spoke out. "You can do what you want with it, ladies feel the need to touch and feel, some are fascinated; some feel the need to experience more of it! I can see you're shy, go on, take it in your hands and play a little if you want?" She looked back at Fred, she was nervous now from his confidence, but Fred took over. "Don't just stand there taunting the man! Get on your knees between his legs, cup his balls and feel it for yourself, it's obvious to us both you want too!" That was her cue, his command now made her knees bend as the man uncrossed his ankles and the huge penis dropped between his legs. Even Fred was amazed by it, but he wanted Ginger to feel, he knew her curiosity needed too. She knelt down, knees together and took his sack in her hand. She cupped under as if weighing them, rubbing her hand down his shaft which now twitched and sprung up onto his thigh. She giggled, her thumb tracing the slit, she pushed it upwards towards his navel, wide mouthed again, Fred joking that if she remained that way she may as well just put her mouth to good use. She leaned closer, two hands reaching, caressing the hardening cock. She wanted too, but could she? Would it fit anywhere? Her head lowered and licked from the base to the tip, his hand stroked her face as he dared her to try it. Her lips fell kissing the head, slowly opening her jaw, getting wider until it was entering. Her knees now parted as she adjusted her position. She pushed down taking a mouthful, not able to take this thing down as she normally could. The big mushroom shaped head explored with her tongue, the taste of pre cum filled her mouth. She was arching her back, her pussy pushing out and now felt hands taking her hips. She felt a penis pushing inside, never thinking to question who it was, marvelling at the thing she was devouring, it had broken her concentration to anything else. She slid her lips down once more, his hand moving to the rear of her head, fingers in her hair as he applied some gentle pressure. She was wide eyed and they were watering as the head was trying to penetrate her throat and making her gasp for air through her nose. Her insides were being penetrated, the cock slowly easing inside, slowly fucking her as she had presented herself to be and pushing her forward onto the cock in her mouth. She choked a little as the cock started to stretch her throat having to lift her head off quickly. She looked up, and gasped for air to see Fred standing in front of her. Her heart skipping as she realised it was not him now inside her, quickly turning her head to see the grin or another older man as he pushed forward inside her. Her head was turned and pushed back down, she shook so hard, gagging again as her orgasm hit her so hard and so quick, the emotions running through her head to quickly to comprehend as he held her onto him making her cheeks bulge, eyes stretch open as she flooded the man now behind with her juices. Fred's was now caressing his shaft, watching the performance, her lips wide, the man behind speeding up giving a loud groan as he came and pushed hard inside. Fred had ensured her protection unknown to her as she reached back finally thinking he may have entered with no protection. Relieved now as she felt the rubber around him; again turning back and sinking her head on the monster. Her pussy fell empty as the man behind withdrew. The cool sea air filled her gaping hole as Fred moved beside her. She was released again to gasp out for air, but this time finding herself being pulled up and off the cock before her. Fred kissed her lips and told her she looked so dirty sucking on his huge cock! She licked her lips breathing heavily with a huge grin. The man that was behind before now joined Fred on the opposing side of her body. Fred nodded, her head turning between them but finding them cradling her and lifting her. One arm under her legs each and there others locking behind to cradle her into a sitting position. They lifted her, stepping forward so she hovered above the beast. She looked and saw him holding that erection in the air now with rubber stretch over it. She screamed out, "No, I can't, it won't!" She was lowered still protesting, Fred looked at her face; he knew it was false, her eyes went wide as she finally touched the tip, "Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god noooo!" They lowered her slightly again; the tip pressed hard against her entrance, Fred gave her the chance to stop, asking, "Do you want us to move you away darling? Do you not want to try to take it then?" She looked at him, sighed, she so wanted too, but didn't want to admit it. Their arms eased her down, she gasped, staring into Fred's eyes, still no answer as it stretched her entrance and finally made her exclaim, "OH MY FUCKING GOD! NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY!" She was spread and on it, the mushroom shaped head had stretched and penetrated her as Fred asked again, this time with no hesitation on her answer. "Slowly, just please slow. It's only fucking in me, it's in, and it's fucking huge. It's so fucking big!" The men's faces all grinned. They saw her ecstasy as she was lowered, moaning and still shouting out profanities as it was inching in and stretching her like never before. She had played with objects that were big but could only compare this to an experiment she once had with a cucumber. But when she tried that she was in control, had all the time in the world and could lower onto it. They lowered her again; she was full and screamed out, her body now failing to fall as she was filled and the head pressed hard against her cervix. "No more, please, it's going to go into my fucking belly!" The men lowered her legs allowing her to adjust to kneel over it. Her head tipped back, she slowly raised and lowered herself again. She was still gasping out and saying no, but now riding slowly up and down. Fred moved to witness this, her pussy so stretched, he stepped forward, standing over the man and pulled her head to his erection, pushing down into her face as she loved, and holding her to him. Fred felt small now, but her cheeks hollowed and sucked, the man below bucked up, her eyes nearly popping out. She knelt stationary and allowed him to push up, to fuck her banging against every thrust against her cervix. She shuddered, the feeling like nothing ever encountered before, he quickened, pushed up again, forcing her body to rise with his cock. She grabbed Fred, covering the beast with her juices, flooding him as she gripped onto Fred's buttocks. Her nails dug into his bottom as a second wave of pleasure hit her, never experienced before, the orgasm's were only seconds apart, she released Fred's penis, screaming out so loud and rammed down hard causing the beast to now explode inside her. Fred stood back, he marvelled as she stared into the sky. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris again as she pushed herself down for one more orgasm. She shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe what had just happened, the size of this penis, her ignorance allowing a man just to enter her and not know who it was. Fred still pleasuring his own erection in front of her. She finally raised herself off the thing, her legs buckled as she fell to her knees before him. She looked up and mouthed, "Thank you!" He stepped forward, pushed into her mouth and fucked it hard. Her hand fell again to her clit, joining him in his orgasm as it filled her mouth. She had to pull off for air just as he came, making her drool his cum down her chin, some hitting her face but grabbing him to drain every last drop that she could with her hand. She fell onto her hands, head still shaking in disbelief, pussy still gaping open as she began to laugh, the disbelief but shock at her afternoon, she rolled over, reached up for Fred's hand and pulled him down to kiss her. The men had left behind them. They lay there holding each other, breathing slowing, her giggles subsiding as she still questioned, "I didn't take that? I couldn't have!" Fred looked into her eyes raising his, confirming, "You did, and you looked like a women possessed as it stretched you! Like a porn star having her first big cock and loving it". Nearly half an hour passed by, time had run out for the lovers, but Ginger did not want to leave. Her disappointment showing as Fred suggested they needed to make a move to get her back home before she was missed. The walk back across the beach finding it much harder now; both exhausted, legs aching and helping each other as they walked. Finally they reached the post, covering there bodies once more before heading to the car. They climbed inside, the disappointment showing as they drove away from there idyllic moment. For nearly three hours Ginger still explained her disbelief, sat spread, examined herself, turned the mirror down to look at her red swollen pussy. She was a little bruised, her heart beat felt in her pussy for the journey, finally back at Fred's, kissing goodbye and not even time to share a coffee now. She drove quickly home, just made the shower before hearing the door close knowing her partner had returned. She breathed a sigh of relief, just washing herself clean in time as his head popped around the door and asked, "How was your day then?" She joked to herself as she answered, "I was stretched to my limits. I'm exhausted!" He laughed and said, "What, eight hours and you're exhausted?" The door closed, she smiled and muttered to herself, "If only you fucking knew!" Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 05 It was Friday morning. Ginger stopped driving and parked at the roadside between her jobs. Just days since her beach adventure with Fred, but now a longing to see him once more. Her fingers tapped on the screen of her phone typing, "I miss you! Can we meet up if just for coffee?" Fred smiled while leaning on his desk as his phone sounded and showed her name. He was just contemplating sending a similar message and suggestion. He was also finding he was missing Ginger and the moments they shared, but a little worried she may have felt their last encounter was too much too soon. Had he pushed her beyond fantasy? She had spent more time getting pleasure from others rather than with Fred; did she feel neglected by him? She too worried Fred would not be happy as she was playing with others on the beach more than him. Totally unaware how much pleasure he had got from seeing her that way. He knew she was getting pleasure with them, not sharing her feelings. She was revealing them to him now by missing him. These people she had played with were simply characters in her fantasies before, but now so real and being used, and having to be used to make her fantasy into reality. There was no other way to make this happen. Fred typed out his reply and asked, "How, where and when can you escape?" Her fingers replied quickly, "Tomorrow? I do need to go shopping though. I've got a family party coming up and I need a new dress and shoes." Fred smirked as his mind was already engaged to making even a simple shopping trip into a fun and pleasurable experience. He replied to ask how long she would be able to escape for and was pleased when she told him it was her day off so all day, although she had to be back as not to be missed for around five. He replied to tell her it was a date, but with some little additions too. She was to dress for lunch, something short and sexy, only to make it easy to try things on of course! She laughed at receiving this, knowing Fred was genuine about lunch but doubting his motives of the 'easy to try things on' She knew even shopping with him would not be a chore, he wouldn't tut and sigh or drag his feet, his input would be honest and useful. She started the engine pulling away from the curb now a little happier and excited. She had something to look forward to as she drove back to work; her mind already thinking what to wear. She found her mind straying which was causing her to miss turnings while driving. She wanted to dress sexy, but not like a cheep whore, or did she actually want to dress that way and experience that feeling too? Flashbacks of years gone by, wondering what it would feel like to dress like Julia Roberts and be propositioned by a man leaning in his car window. But dressing like this in public and so close to home was a massive risk. Now visions of a short skirt, seamed stockings while walking with her lover through the mall filled her head. Men were staring as she rode the escalators and gathering behind trying to follow her up for a glimpse of stocking top. Eyes looked up at her in the glass lifts. Her concentration had gone until a horn sounded making her look back to the road, realising she had let the vehicle stray over the white lines which shocked her back to reality. She so wanted that fun but was realising the shopping centre was far to open. The possibility to be seen but not see people noticing her with another man was far too dangerous for these games. She now had doubts and was thinking this was not such a good idea as she knew she knew now that was unable to resist Fred's demands. She finally arrived home, sitting on the sofa with her head back and relaxing. Her mind was still working though, daydreaming when the door knocked breaking her thoughts. She eased up cursing and walked over, turning the key and unlocking it before pulling it open. Standing before her was one of the neighbours, smiling and saying 'hello'. She felt dirty in her work clothes and never felt sexy, but he still looked her up and down. He was a retired man who lived virtually opposite, she guessed in his 60's. She didn't know him or his wife's name but had passed pleasantries on many occasions as he was gardening. She replied hello asking how she could help, his reply was stuttered back, "Er er er. I was just wondering if your partner was in at the moment as he offered to loan me his jet wash if ever I needed it?" It was obvious he wasn't as his van wasn't there. She noticed his eyes were straying down her body again as she asked him to excuse her dress as she had just got in from work thinking he was looking at her work clothing. He told her not to be silly and that he wouldn't mind what she was or wasn't wearing! Was or wasn't wearing? It seamed a strange comment but was she just paranoid or had he had seen her in the window? That comment made her think and caused her face to begin reddening, quickly telling him he had better come in. She opened the door and ushering him inside apologising for her ignorance and having to ask his name before offering him a coffee and telling him he could wait for her partner if he liked as he would be home very soon. He walked behind being led into the kitchen, watching her flicking the switch on the kettle as she passed. She offered him a stool at the breakfast bar and asked him to excuse her for a moment as she had to get changed out of these work clothes and left virtually running upstairs. She paced the bedroom, murmuring and repeating, "Oh my god did he see me?" The words escaped her lips but that little devil was rearing its head again and taking over. He knew her partner wasn't there as he knew he drove then van and the time he'd get home! She quickly kicked off her work clothes. Pulled open her drawers and grabbed a little black silky slip and pulled it on, she looked quickly in the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair and walked back down walking back into the kitchen. His eyes were now wide. She smiled and walked towards the kettle, turning to ask him, "Tea or coffee, how do you take it?" His eyes were wondering all over her visually wishing that slip off her body and wanting a closer view of what he had seen and drooled over from afar. The soft silky fabric teased her nipples as always causing them to become erect for his eyes to focus on, making her have to ask him again. His stare broke from them, his eyes finally rose to her face as he replied, "Sorry, white, two sugars please, I was a little distracted then!" She turned away grinning to make the drinks but was shocked to hear what words followed, "I was so tempted to ask how you took it too after seeing you in the window the other day. Perhaps you should leave the curtains open all night in future then I'd know!" Her heart sunk as he confirmed for definite that he had seen and her fears of such had come true. She stirred the drink not wanting to turn, but knowing she only had ten minutes or so to pass until her partner returned. She thought quickly and turned, walking over to offer his drink and knew she had the confidence now to take back control of this situation. She looked down and asked, "Oh, I bet you'd love to see that, wouldn't you you dirty old man? Would you like to See me fucking and riding on a cock while facing the window, caressing my tits so you could perv at me?" His coffee shook in his hand as her confidence shocked him. He sipped, apologising for his comment but was pleased to see he grin and then to hear her say was no need to apologise as it was her fault for making him fantasise about her by parading around naked in the window. He apologised again for looking, and she joked that he should perhaps invest in some binoculars for her future displays, if his wife wouldn't mind! She looked over into the lounge seeing the washing basket. Her mind was working as walked over towards it, her hips and bottom wiggling for his viewing pleasure. She could see the jeans she intended to wear that night and was standing now with her feet about two foot apart before it. She bent, straight legged feeling the silky materiel travel up and over her bottom as she pulled the jeans out slowly, holding the rest of the washing in place causing her bottom to sway. She needed and craved this attention now, needed to exhibit, was she becoming hooked? Her head turned to confirm he was indeed staring at her, just as she intended him too, now leaning a little further as she smirked and quickly asked, "Are you thinking do I take it like this too?" He laughed. His exact thoughts had been guessed! He nodded, smiling at her and replied, "If you were my lady showing off her arse and cunt for dirty old men like that, I'd have you bent over and slap your arse red madam!" She giggled walking back in, joking she didn't know what the hell he was talking about, placing her finger between her lips and flashing a look of innocence at him. She dropped the jeans now on purpose and had to squat down before him, knowing he would see her breasts as she did this, his stool giving the perfect view down as the loose materiel hung away from her body. She was leaning forward allowing her nipples to be viewed and looking up to confirm his eyes were staring down her top. She raised her eyes up and asked, "So do you punish naughty girls often then Mr?" She stood, taking a step towards him, virtually between his knees now and asked if he was going to answer. He paused but replied, "It's been a while now dear, but perhaps you should have asked my previous occupation first!" This confused her but she asked the question, waiting for his answer. "I was a headmaster! I still have my cane and paddle in the study and I'm sure you'd deserve six of the best or maybe more for your naughty behaviour!" Her eyes were now wide as she asked if he was joking or playing with her? His head shook; he told her that he'd seen many naughty girls bottoms presented before him, but none of those girls had wanted to be there. They knew what was to follow and warned her that she may want to think twice encouraging him or presenting herself in that manner again and tempting him. She was excited by his story, moist between her thighs and now only minutes were left to get presentable before her partners return. She faced the man, eye to eye and asked, "Would you like to punish me sir? Am I really naughty flashing my pussy for men? Or were you thinking naughty thoughts other than caning me Sir?" The sound of a van killed their fun and the conversation. She grabbed the jeans asking to be excused again and hurried through the lounge and upstairs. She quickly pulled on her jeans and t shirt before returning down to find the two men already engaged in conversation about power tools. She greeted her partner and began to prepare dinner. Smirking to herself inside at their comments, "Oh mate, Its big and powerful, the jet's so strong!" Her mind travelled back to the beach, the cucumber in her hand being sliced looked so inviting now, what a waste using it in a salad when she could think of a far better use for it! She continued slicing as they left the kitchen going into the garage to fetch the jet wash. Her hand travelled along the thick green shaft recalling what she had done with that big cock, her nipples erect once more, she was longing for something inside her now and the desire was overpowering. Her hand stopped quickly as her partner returned after letting the neighbour leave out of the garage door. He kissed her cheek walking off. She raised the knife and chopped the cucumber in half as her disappointment showed. She so wished he would be spontaneous, unbutton her jeans, yank them down and take her right there! But he hadn't and never did. It enraged her at times how he would just slump down on the chair, ignore her needs and flick on the television. She desired other things to feast on before dining. Ginger continued knowing it was going to be another long and boring night ahead. They dined and she listened to his tales of his day. Yawning inappropriately at times until they finished and finally she got to sit down and relax but soon nodded off. Her mind began drifting into a vivid dream, she was naked, walking through a shopping centre she didn't know. Her heals were clicking on the hard floor and everyone was turning and staring at her until two security guards were grabbing at her arms. They were dragging her off and through some doors, arriving in an office to see the headmaster at his desk. They led her over, pinned her down as he reached for his cane as she shouted out loudly NO! This woke her up to find her partner staring straight at her looking puzzled, "No what?" Fuck! She realised she had shouted that out in her sleep. She looked puzzled and asked what he was talking about as he explained what she had shouted. She said she hadn't a clue why she had, passing it off as she must have been dreaming and being tired and stood to leave the room quickly. She walked upstairs and was beginning to fear talking in her sleep now, thinking she may even shout out 'I can't take that thing'! She had to be so careful and needed to relax, but the way her mind worked right now, it just wasn't that easy. She entered the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, perusing her clothing and reached for a hanger. The Jersey 'Rara' Dress she had just bought from littlewoods. This will be perfect she thought! Not to slutty, not to elegant and with a pair of black heals this would be ideal. Just a sleep now separating her from seeing her lover once more as she began stripping naked with the curtains still wide open. She wondered if her new friend was looking right now and flicked on the light to draw attention. She couldn't resist now and just loitered in the window for a moment before climbing onto the bottom of the bed. Her normal side entry forgotten and now crawling up to her pillows, her bottom aimed at the window and wiggling before finally turning over to get to sleep. She drifted off quickly, waking to see she just had time for her shower and quick coffee then she must leave. She had arranged to meet Fred at the shopping centre this time, driving with her bare thighs exposed and hoping someone would see. She didn't notice anyone and was a little disappointed as she reached the centre and parked, but there was no sign of Fred yet and he was never late. She looked at her phone again to confirm the time and place and as she did, a message sounded and appeared before her. His name showing and causing her grin as read it out aloud, "If you have panties on, remove them, a bra, loose it! I want you bare under your clothing. Then and only then, you can join me over the road towards the electrical shop. Take your time walking down as it seams a shame to waste the effort you will have made and not be seen or appreciated" Not be seen? But they were going shopping, she would be? She stepped out of the car instantly confirming to him that she had chosen not to wear underwear by her own choice. He could see her in the distance but wanted her to be excited before she even got to him. He knew the walk and public exposure would do this and cause her pussy to moisten, her mind now aware of men admiring and lusting for her, knowing there eyes would undress her and she so wanted them too. She walked slowly and with a confidence not known before. A builders van passing and sounding its horn making her smile at their acknowledgement. She loved the attention now; her new found confidence allowed this where as before she would have hung her head. She walked on looking around, finally seeing Fred's car and her smile was revealing her excitement at seeing him. He stood outside leaning on the bonnet to greet her, complimenting her attire and choice of shoes. She loved how he never failed to notice her efforts, he took time to look and admire her and would kiss her as soon as they met. He walked around opening the passenger door and watched her walk around. She slid her bottom in first then swung her legs in for his gaze. He closed the door and got back in turning the key and starting the ignition. "Where are we going?" Ginger questioned the car starting. His simple answer of shopping infuriated but excited her. Sometimes she wished he would just answer but the air of mystery never failed to give her a thrill. Nothing was able to be read or second guessed with Fred, this gave the element of shock and wonder as he asked her, "I take it you don't want me possibly be exposing you in there now do you?" She shook her head to answer. Relieved he had thought the same way as she had the day before as they were heading away from home and through the countryside. The scenery was beautiful and Ginger stared out until they were finally arriving in a little town around 30 miles away. They had both behaved impeccably throughout the journey and just exchanged pleasant, both engaged in conversation controlling their desires. Fred got out, walking around and opened the door, as ever he held his hand out for hers like a lady. The quaint little town and market looked beautiful in bloom and was now in front of them. They walked comfortably here hand in hand with little fear of seeing people they might know. They took time wondered around the market, his arm now falling around her, her head leaned onto his shoulder and his hand lowered and was felt against her bottom. Ginger was always aware that it could be lifting her dress at any moment if he felt like exposing her. Time was passing and she wondered why he was not doing that? Why? Had he gone off the boil, had she annoyed him or was she not dressed sexy enough to excite him? She stopped suddenly having to ask, "Have I done something wrong? Is this not what you had in mind for me to wear?" He stepped closer to her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. Finally they parted as he held her face and looked deep into her eyes and asked, "I didn't push you too far at the beach did I? I've been so worried you would think bad of me, that I was failing in your attention myself?" The relief filled her body; she kissed him gently on the cheek and then whispered, "You silly man, I loved it! I've been petrified that all the fun I had and the lack of it with you, would have angered you or made you think I just wanted any old cock and not us or yours!" The whisper was not as quiet as she thought! Her voice had raised as a old lady was passing, she was looking at Ginger disgusted at her brazen comment. The lovers laughed, hugged once more before walking on again. Fred's hand now relaxed lower against her bottom and he was just dying to raise the back of that skirt, feel her flesh under his fingers and show everyone her naked arse as they walked. Ginger slowed her pace and stopped at a jewellery stall. Fred moving and standing behind and now he was lifting her skirt as she leaned in looking at the items before her. The gentleman behind the counter started his sales patter as Fred's hand found her bare cheek making her jump a little as he squeezed. She picked up some looped earrings, turning and showing them to Fred and asked what he thought. The stall holder interrupted saying they would show perfectly beyond her hair line which annoyed Fred a little with his rude interruption. Fred whispered to her to straighten up to standing which she did at his command. His hand now moving from her bottom and travelling around to her stomach, lowering and beginning to slowly gather the materiel of her dress into his fist He began to raise it. The stall holder's eyes travelled down watching Fred's hand at work and began to frown. Fred finally reached the hem, lifting it up just enough the reveal her shaven pussy to sellers eyes, asking back at him, Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 05 "Do you see a hair line there for them to hang beyond? Or, do you see a freshly shaven bare pussy that will look amazing adorned with those rings just hanging from the labia or through her clitoral hood?" He stared down between her legs, shocked and amazed at what had just happened as Fred's second hand now came around her and lifted the hem more and his fingers found and began spreading her labia and clitoral hood to expose her in front of the seller. Her clit stuck out exposed as people scurried past behind them unaware of her exposure. His eyes were glued to her bare pussy but finally lifted; stuttering his apology and explained that he presumed they were simply for her ears! Fred asked again, "Would they look better hanging from her labia do you think or just the one through her hood?" Ginger trembled as she stood exposed to stranger. His eyes travelled down again to stare at her private place. Fred's fingers pressed either side of her clitoris and hard against her body to expose it until her wetness were making them slip away. Slowly her moved them off her and was lowering the hem letting her dress fall back into place, taking them from her hand, and placing them in the the stall holders. "Well take them and try them out shall we!" The man dropped them on the counter as Ginger stood grinning at the salesman. Her stare daunting, not a hint of embarrassment showing after being exposed that way. She leaned back against her lover as he was handed them, watching as he took the money Fred held out and again dropped that as Fred inquired, "You don't offer a fitment service here do you?" He gathered the money quickly answering no! Fred replied, "Oh well, you'll just have to wait to try them later dear" He handed her the gift bag. She thanked him kissing his cheek and stood there saying they would feel amazing dangling down there. Telling her lover that the weight would make it feel as if his fingers were pulling her labia apart as she walked. Fred grinned as her knew she did not have a piercing there and was playing along unscripted. She smiled at the salesman, thanked him for his help and took Fred's hand dragging him away. "You bugger!" Fred smiled at her comment and asked, "You didn't enjoy that then?" She gripped his hand and replied that of course she had, asking excitability, "Did you see his poor face glow red!" Fred nodded and chuckled. Leading her up the street and towards the small shopping centre, Ginger stopped suddenly, lifting her foot and easing her heal off. She scolded him for not telling her how much walking would be involved here as her heals were rubbing her. He steadied her body as she eased them but was looking across the street noticing a shop called 'Prego'. Just a little shoe shop perfectly placed right now as he took her hand and led her across the road, opening the door for her and allowing her passed and inside. A young lad stood with his hands behind his back as she began wondered around, perusing the displays before her. They were all beautiful shoes in all shapes, styles and colours. Fred also walked around, watching as Ginger bent down to the one display to pick up a shoe, oblivious now to anything with the selections before her. He watched her bend and looked over catching the lad's head finally moving from his statue like pose. It was just slightly tilting sidewards to view her legs and bottom as she bent, but defiantly wanting to get a better look underneath. Fred picked up the shoe in front of him, knowing it was one of her favourite brands, Irregular choice. But it was not just the designer catching his attention but also the name of the shoe. 'Oz red tweed', how apt! Ginger had long adored the film the wizard of Oz, often dreaming of being Dorothy and clicking her red heals together; he wondered over showing her the shoe and cupped her bottom in front of the lad eyes. She looked at them wide eyed. The glass heal and unusual red materiel, the bow on the front and they looked so comfy. She flipped it over, seeing the name and proclaiming, "NO WAY!" He chuckled as she grabbed and kissed him, commenting that he had remembered. The conversation happened a long time ago, but of course he had. He turned to the Lad and asked for them in her size and they waited as he left for the stock room, returning with the pretty coloured box and invited her to join him towards the back of the shop at the fitment area. Fred squeezed her bottom as they walked, and whispered, "He was checking this out every time you bent over!" She smiled, following him to take a seat. The lad knelling down before her as she crossed her legs and allowed him to remove her one heal, uncrossing them almost in the style of that famous film and re crossed them for him to remove the other. He placed them down and took the lid from the box as Ginger looked up at Fred. He stood there holding his hands back to back, parting his fingers and mimicking for her to part her knees. She understood his instruction as the lad removed the stuffing from the shoes, just glancing sidewards to be greeted with her knees falling open and perfect view right up her dress. Her lips were already moistening and her clit was prominent from its hood, still excited from its earlier stimulation and exposure. He paused taking a good look up there then knelt forward and gently took her one ankle, gently lifting it up onto his thigh. She watched his eyes travelling backwards and forwards between her pussy and her foot. His hands now shaking as he worked the heal carefully onto her bare foot. Her legs were parting a little further now as he did, his stare fixed between her thighs as she leaned forward and touched his face, telling him to relax a little and to stop shaking as she was simply another customer. He sighed; beads of sweat were now forming on his forehead. She placed her foot down, looking at and admiring the shoes, as he asked, "Do you like them madam?" She replied she was unsure and needed to walk in them first. She looked up at Fred, his wink making her smile as her second foot was now lifted. Fred walked closer and commented that they looked amazing and informed Ginger he would be popping out for a moment as he needed some cigarettes and would get some cash from the machine. He questioned the lad on the nearest shop and cash machine location. He informed Fred it was around 5 minutes to the nearest newsagents, but the cash point was three shops away. Fred thanked him and asked if he would look after his partner while he was away; asking him if he could trust her in his hands? The lad nodded as Fred turned to walk away and told looked back to tell him, "Anything she wants, she can have. I'll be around fifteen minutes or so as I could do with a smoke as well, make sure you keep her happy now!" He walked away and closed the door to the shop. The lad turning back and looking up, asking her, "Would you like to walk around then and see if they're comfortable and to your liking?" She said she would, standing and lifting the hem of her dress to just below her bare pussy to look down at them as she walked, only loosing it to spin around causing the back to rise as she spun. She was hoping her bottom would be exposed to him as she did, a little treat before she walked off down the shop, turning and returning towards him. She asked the lad, "Well, do I look sexy in these, or do you prefer the stilettos?" He hung his head a little embarrassed only to be lifted by her fingers under his chin as she asked, "Well?" He said he had to say those as his sales were low, but looked up and said her high heals made her look really sexy when she walked in. She looked in his eyes, and now asked, "Did you look at them, or all of me?" His face now turned crimson, but he replied, "I'm sorry but you're such a sexy lady; it's hard not to look but we are told not to ogle the customers!" She nodded, telling him he was adorable and walked back over to the seating. He followed watching her legs and bottom before she sat down with her knees now wide apart and asked if he would like to slip her own heals back on for a closer look, glancing around, she questioned, "Is there any CCTV in this store?" He pointed up at a camera but replied, "They're all dummies!" He was sliding the second heal on already, his fingers trailing over her flesh exposed on the top of her foot softly caressing it. "You like these don't you?" He nodded that he did; now twitching in his trousers at the sight of her legs, pussy and feet. Obviously he liked women's legs and heals so was in the perfect job. She looked down as he looked up and asked him, "Have you seen anything else you liked apart from my feet and heals?" He went to hang his head but she stopped him and told him not too and to answer quickly as they didn't have much time. He nodded towards her pussy and knelt watching as her fingernails travelled up her thighs, easing her dress up with them and exposing herself to his gaze. His mouth fell open, watching as her nails traced up her inner thighs and moved across her labia as she asked, "You like this pussy don't you?" His eyes were almost popping out even before she lay back to the wall, gently easing her bottom to the front of the chair as she now stopped asking and commanded him, "Taste it! Lick my pussy as you've made it all damp and wet touching my feet and legs!" He stared looking shocked and asked, "Really? Can I? But your husband, he'll be back, say someone walks in!?" She grabbed his hair pulling his face into her and felt his nose bang against her pubic bone. He listened as she instructed, "Lick me! Get your tongue up inside me NOW! You heard my lover, anything I want you have to give me, you're to look after me and I want to be licked and fingered right now. You're going to make me cum before he gets back and I can see the door so stop panicking and get on with it!" She lifted her legs up and over his shoulders; her strong legs pulled him to her as he reached up and inserted two fingers easily inside her spread wet slit as she groaned loudly in pleasure. His tongue lapped against them, tasting her juices off his fingers and her lips, teasing her clit as she again grabbed his hair, instructing him further, "That's it lick there! That's it right there, now lick it, yes, right there keep licking!" He was! Like a dog at an ice cream. Her legs pulled him in, her hips bucked up at his face as her stare wondered passed him noticing the door opening. It was to late to stop now as she began moaning out louder, excited and scared as someone was entering, but too close to orgasm to stop herself or want to. She gasped in air and moaned out in pleasure, her arms spread out to the chairs either side as her legs clamped around his head and covered his face with her juice. He was proud as he had bought her to orgasm, hearing her now tell him, "Oh fuck, fuck yes, that's what I needed. You naughty boy, you naughty, naughty boy!" Fred's voice broke their moment, "Indeed! You both are naughty!" The boy looked horrified and wiggled from her grip leaving Ginger sat there, spread open on the seat with a damp patch visible on the light coloured fabric beneath her. The boys voice shakily apologising to Fred and quickly telling him, "She insisted Sir, she wanted me too!" Fred smiled; he crouched down beside him, his arm fell around the lads shoulder as he turned him towards her and pointed at her sodden pussy. "If that is presented before you, no red blooded man is going to refuse it, why are you apologising? Did I not ask you to look after her? Did I not tell you I trusted her in your hands?" He nodded to answer, his face still wet from her juices, he now shook his head a little in disbelief of the situation and asked, "Is this for real?" Fred told the lad to get up and to take the payment for the shoes before someone else came in. Ginger now eased herself up and sat upright; straightening her dress before walking over and kissing Fred while looking at the lad and Informing Fred, "He was amazing darling, he licked and fingered me until I cam over his face!" Fred took his change as Ginger was presented with her bag. The lad thanked them both, cheekily asking if they would be back soon for some more? Ginger leaned forward, kissed his cheek and whispered, "Next time you might get to fuck me in the stock room too!" His mouth dropped open again as they turned to leave, her head spinning back and telling him, "For a discount next time of course!" They left the shop laughing as they walked into the street and commented on how he would have something to tell his friends that evening. Ginger was so wet and her thighs were gliding together as they walked. Fred asked if she had enjoyed herself, and she nodded and told him it was just so erotic seducing him as he was younger than her and seamed so inexperienced until his tongue found my clit! Fred pulled her to him, his arm around her and reassured her that as long as she had fun, he was happy. They walked on finally arriving at and entering the shopping centre, wondering into a few ladies shops and arrived at one of Gingers favourites. She selected a few dresses handing Fred the shoe bag to hold, then stopped before entering the changing rooms, turning and telling him, "Shit! I can't try them can I, they're communal in here and I have no underwear on do I!" She looked at him as he sharply replied, "Get in there! I want every one modelled in between changes too!" She entered always hating undressing in front of other women at the best of times. She imagined there bitchy comments, hated them who whispered and giggled. But as she walked in her fear was right. On the opposite side stood another lady; a little butch looking, tattoos and trying on dresses. Ginger not noticing she was now staring at her wiggling out of a dress. Seeing now that she too had no bra on. Her tits were big and firm, also having tattoos on them as they dropped into view. Gingers eyes were trying to work out the pattern on her tits as their eyes met, she greeted Ginger with a hello. Ginger replied the same, turning to face away, a little more relaxed as at least this lady had no bra on either. Ginger began easing her dress up and off, aware she was naked and the lady would see, but also aware she was wet between her thighs. She quickly grabbed her first dress and tried to slip it on thinking it would just slide over her head and down her body. It didn't! Her arms were now trussed up above her head, now stuck half in and half out of the garment as her body wiggled in desperation to free them. She heard the lady behind laugh and tell her, "Don't you just hate it when that happens!" She had already stepped forward unseen by Ginger. Her hands went to assist making Ginger jump and shudder as the hands touched her flesh. Another lady had never touched her before this way! She felt the hard nipples against her back and the soft mounds pressing against her. The zip was eased and the garment slowly pulled down by the lady. Her hands were now turning her to face her and to assist easing it down and over her hips. It was so tight and Ginger stood still in amazement and shock from the assistance she was receiving. She was now crouching down before her and helping to pull it down her body. Her eyes were level with Gingers wetness looking down to see her staring right at her bare pussy. She continued and eased it over her hips and slowly down seeing it still barely covered her pussy from view when down there. She looked up, and simply commented, "You look so amazing! A real lady, god I wished I looked like that in a dress!" Ginger thanked her and told her she had to nip out to show her partner. Walking out quickly to twirl for Fred who advised it looked stunning, but questioned the length for a family party. She agreed, walking over and telling him that there was another woman in there with her that had helped her on with her dress and rubbed herself against her. Fred grinned and asked, "Do you want to rub pussies together?" She snapped back no! But she remembered the nipples and soft breasts touching her and tickling her back, the large nipples that stuck out from them adorned in ink flashed through her mind as she wondered back in, having to admit to herself it had left her a little excited. The lady was now already dressed, wearing cut off jeans and those horrible crocs Ginger detested. A white t shirt that was thin allowed her nipples to be visible and displayed as she sat there waiting. Seeing Ginger walk back in, smiling and telling her, "I thought you might need a hand back out of that thing so I waited" Ginger replied she should be fine now, but the lady insisted and was straight back behind her unzipping the dress. Her hands went down her sides, pulling it up and off her and allowing her hands to slide up over Gingers naked breasts. Her hands were soft, now working the dress up very slowly now, pausing over her tits and making her jump as her nipples were rubbed by her palms. The women gave a little chuckle and asked, "Have you never felt another ladies hands on your body or something?" Ginger shook her head. The dress was now lifted off but the hands had returned and were sliding back down her arms, travelling under them and cupping her breasts. She whispered quietly, "Well now you have darling and no longer are a virgin to it" She squeezed her nipples between her thumb and finger, twisting them slightly and whispered, "These nipples are wonderful, and I know you didn't come in here without any knickers on not to be looked at by others, did you?" Ginger told her quickly why she had no knickers on, explaining her man was waiting, but before she could stop her, the ladies one hand had slid down, cupped her pussy and was now asking, "So why are you so wet then bitch?" She couldn't bring herself to tell the tale of the shoe shop, jumping as her clit was touched. Her heart was racing, her head now spinning as she was finding herself being pushed firmly forward. This strong lady was forcing her to bend over. Ginger felt unable to fight the feelings, her hands had to reach out to stop herself falling head first into the stool. She trembled as the hands slid down her legs, noises of pleasure came from behind as she listened to her latest comments, "Perfect, you're just perfect. I'm going to enjoy eating you my darling!" Ginger froze, her back was now pushed down; breath could be felt against her wet pussy as her ankles were pulled roughly apart. The lady leaned forward and pressed her face hard against Gingers cheeks. Ginger listened to her muttering from behind, "Mmmm! I can fucking smell how horny you are for me after staring at my tits!" Ginger was battling with feelings of wanting to stop this, but her legs felt frozen and stuck to the ground. She was saying no in her head, wanting to move and to stop her, but she wasn't moving a single inch. Hands pressed onto her bottom, her cheeks now spread roughly apart as yet again and for the second time today, a strangers tongue pressed deep inside her. This one though curled up expertly inside her towards her bottom and gave an amazing sensation that caused her to gasp out in pleasure. The nose pressed in and teased her anus as if trying to enter. A hand rose between her thighs and a thumb pushed hard right inside her, curling around towards her pubic bone to caress there as the tongue continued and wiggled around inside her. This tongue was fat; it was strong and had obviously being used many times before in similar circumstances. Gingers head lay onto her arms; it felt amazing, so good but so wrong to her. Fred & Ginger - Fantasy or Reality Ch. 05 She thought of Fred outside, but unknown to her, he wasn't outside at that exact moment! His curiosity had now got the better of him, braving to wonder in now and peer around the corner, seeing what was taking so long. He smirked watching the lady kneeling behind and roughly parting Gingers cheeks. He saw Gingers submissive pose for this women. She was butch, dyke like as people called it and he agreed. From her actions she was obviously well experienced at pleasuring other ladies. He stepped backwards slowly and out with his erection now apparent. He so wanted to stand there and watch, but obviously without risk of being caught, he couldn't. The lady was now devouring Ginger. Continuing to slurp and lap at her juices. Ginger could hear and thought it sounded quite disgusting, but knew that however it sounded, it felt amazing! The tongue momentarily stopped, the face pulled away and leaf her pussy wide open as she was instructed once more, "Stick it fucking out bitch! That's it, bend your legs as you know you want it up your posh cunt, you're fucking loving this tongue fucking you!" Fred couldn't hear those words or see them, having to sit and wait patiently knowing of his lovers pleasure inside. He so wanted to see what was happening now and was dribbling slightly from the tip of his erection as he imagined them. He heard a slap from inside that echo'd out the room, wondering what that was, but then hearing the familiar moans that followed as Ginger was forced to cum, covering her new lovers face. She trembled and shook, her legs heavy as she was trying to push her away now, but she gripped on tight, the rubbing of her thumb continued as her finger surrounded and stimulated her clit. Fred looked around, worried that the staff may hear them now. He could hear the moans, hear Ginger panting out, and listened again to her groan as another orgasm was forced from within her. The women now slowed, just teasing her swollen lips with the tip of her tongue before kissing her sodden pussy and climbing back up to her feet. She slapped Gingers arse again, harder now and Fred heard her loudly telling Ginger, "Next time you decide to come in here with no knickers on flashing your posh ass, I'll have a big strap on to fuck you with you little teasing bitch, and I'll make sure your fucked and scream the place down!" She walked out leaving Ginger still trembling and getting dressed, wiping her face and smiling at Fred, and asked, "Are you waiting for the lady in there?" Fred nodded; standing up to face her and listen as she grinned and spoke, "She's just cleaning up as I've just fucked the little tease with my fingers and tongue. I hope you're up to it now mate as she's just experienced a true bitches tongue inside her!" Fred looked deep into her eyes. Ginger was about to walk out but saw her talking to Fred and paused behind the wall, watching as his hand fell on the ladies shoulder as he responded to her comments, "My Dearest lady. Ginger is at an exploratory point in life you see, but you lady, could never pump her mouth with semen or fill her cunt with it! FULL OF IT! Neither could you then make her walk with it dripping on her shoes for everyone to see. That's what she loves and craves, submission and humiliation. But I have no doubt you made her come my darling". She stared at Fred, as he continued, "In there you achieved nothing that a 20yr old lad didn't achieve not half an hour ago! You're not special; you just like cunt. But never, never can you provide her with a real cock or cocks, fuck her like a man can however many or how hard your rubber cocks are, and neither can you shower her with cum on her face and walk her down the street now can you!" She looked at him in disgust, shook her head at the realisation that she had only made her orgasm, it was true! She had listened to how the lad had been the one to make her wet before entering. She had thought she had the upper hand here. Thought she had taken a virgin lady but was now walking away disappointed and disillusioned, leaving her wondering if perhaps she had been set up and just used as an experiment by the pair? Ginger walked out looking flushed; she hugged onto Fred and told him she was sorry it had took so long. He lifted her head, looked deeply into her eyes and told her that it was all good experience and she looked amazing submitting that way. She looked shocked, and asked, "Did you see?" He nodded, telling her he was curious and peered around the corner to see if she was ok. She started explaining that she didn't give me much choice, to which Fred raised his finger to her lips, stopped her and laughed. He spoke out instead and told her, "That's called denial I'm afraid! When I looked, you were lying on your arms with your knees bent, your pussy was pushed right back, your back arched and you were begging for that tongue madam, not fighting it off!" She went red and told him she hadn't a clue what had came over her. Where the desire had come from as she had never thought of other women that way, but again explained she was very forceful at first and described how she had frozen as it happened. He told her again not to explain, he knew it was just for her pleasure, and asked, "Did you not get off on her tongue then and being taken that way?" She nodded, said it was good and told him how her nose had teased and pressed into her anus like his had before, how it tickled and her thumb had worked wonders inside. How she had been pushed down at first but found she couldn't bring herself to stop her once she was touched on her clit. "Submissive!" Fred's simple answer as he explained, "It doesn't matter who or where dear, it's about gaining pleasure from any moment that arises, the submission is turning you on. It's showing now as natural for you, I command and you do it! You are naturally submissive and turned on by someone else being in control, there is nothing wrong with it, embrace it and enjoy every second!" He leaned to kiss her, picked up the bag, took the dresses she never even tried and said, "Come on, I think you deserve a drink!" They headed back into the main street following a sign for a restaurant and entered. They were shown to a table by a young waitress who asked if they would require drinks today. Fred told her they did, and she nodded, walking away to the bar and sent over the barman to take their order. He was a middle aged man with a white shirt stretching over his pot belly. Gingers eyes were on the menu and finally looked up at the man as he asked what madam would like. His gaze fell on her crossed legs sticking out to the side of the table as she pondered her choice. Her heal flicked off her foot and was hanging on her toes almost hypnotising the man as he waited, Fred excusing himself to use the bathroom while the man stood patiently awaiting Gingers order. Fred reached the door and looked back before he was entered seeing the man now writing on his pad. He nodded and thanked her, turning to walk away but pausing, one hand leaning on the table and looking back to see if Fred was out of sight before leaning forward and asking, "If madam doesn't mind me saying so, those are simply stunning legs?" Ginger looked down to see her skirt had ridden up her thighs as her foot had rocked; they were displayed for all to see. She smiled and thanked him, listening as he said it was his pleasure as he thought ladies should always be complimented on their beauty. She joked he was a charmer and he thanked her again, nodding and walked away, just as Fred left the bathroom and returned to the table. Ginger leaned forward across the top as Fred did, their lips meeting, kissing again before he asked; "Are you enjoying the shopping trip?" She grinned, nodding and smiling before asking, "How the hell do these things seam to just happen in your presence? What is it about you? Why do things I've thought and dreamed about suddenly fall into place?" Fred shrugged his shoulders, denying it was his doing at all and just putting it down to luck. She shook her head, telling him that it couldn't be! Things like the shoe shop had never happened to her before causing him to smile and ask her, "Have you allowed your mind to let your body experience them, or just think of them before?" A simple question fired back at her, she placed her hands under her chin and cupped her face with her elbows on the table. She thought and recalled several moments where she could have possibly experienced similar but had not been able to follow them through. She told Fred of a sales girl who once asked if she could feel her glittery tights as she knelt before her looking up towards her crotch which excited her. She had once pulled her top up exposing her breasts while driving but as another cars lights approached, she had quickly covered back up. In her last year of school, she and a friend dared each other to go without knickers and flash their bottoms at a teacher they had both drooled over, but she was the one who had chickened out. The thoughts and desires for such risks had always been there, suppressed and never feeling brave or safe enough to encourage these moments to actually occur. She had envisaged them so many times. She made them up in her mind, lay playing with herself, eyes closed and allowing herself to become a character that could try anything, but when her eyes were open, she had never been able to until now. Fred listened to her voice confess these moments and asked, "Are you now the character for real and happy?" She smiled, nodded and confirmed, "You know I am!" He looked at the waiter loading their drinks onto his tray, and quickly asked, "So what would you be doing in this situation in your fantasy? A waiter is approaching. He obviously lusts after you. Has visually touched your legs, wondering what the dress is covering and what lies beneath. So what do you do to answer his thoughts?" She looked over as he left the bar and was now approaching them. Waiting as she knew exactly what to do and knew what men wanted. She allowed him to place the tray down first ensuring he was looking towards her as she raised her leg off the other. Her knee travelled high as her legs spread wide and exposed her pussy to his sight, now sitting back and letting her knees drift in together and apart again as he stared blatantly at her exposed pussy and still managed to pour her wine. Fred thanked him and he walked away with a grin across his face. Ginger giggled as Fred looked himself to see what he had, seeing that anyone around could now see her her pussy too. She stayed in her position as he asked, "What would happen now in Gingers fantasy world then?" Her brow wrinkled, she thought of her answer before replying, "Well he could be offered to lay a napkin on my legs, maybe touching me by accident as he did. But I could also be kneeling under the bar and sucking his cock as he served the customers. Maybe he could follow me into the toilets. Tell me he needs to replace the toilet rolls then force me inside a cubicle and fuck me roughly against the wall for teasing him!" Fred smiled and nodded his approval; he told her how she was allowing her mind to let her true feelings and lust out now. Her imagination was allowing this and her release of that passion within was allowing her the pleasures she was now experiencing. She agreed but responded, "I couldn't do these things without you though!" This was a little white lie as she knew she had also got more confident even when not in his presence. She thought back to the neighbour and her exhibitionist display in the bedroom. A little feeling of guilt fell over her for doing that without his knowledge and guidance, but without him she would have possibly never gained the confidence she found. The food arrived and they sat silent with their thoughts as they dined. Their eye's meeting across the table. Not just feelings of lust between them but also real passion for each other. They actually cared for each other and had shown this on so many occasions before, but now were exploring the inner feelings of their bodies and minds, together as they had for so long kept them inside. Fred's mind was now making him want to make love with Ginger. Not just a sexual experiment or fucking for pleasure. She looked beautiful; he saw candles around the bed, crisp sheets, their bodies entwined for hours as they explored each other. He knew these moments would come, but right now he didn't want to stop Gingers exploration and fun. They finished their food, complimenting it to the waitress who thanked them as Fred paid the bill, leaving them a tip as he helped Ginger from her seat. The bar man winked as she passed making her feel appreciated for her exhibitionism. They walked out and headed back to the shopping centre hand in hand again, time passing far to quickly as Fred led her to one last shop. It was a famous lingerie and toy shop that was seen in most towns; Fred had already imagined what fun could be had in here and was pleased to see many customers perusing the shelves and garments. Just as he imagined! He led Ginger to the dress up section, picked up the cheeky cheerleader outfit and handed it to her. A few of the men with their partners turned to look as he asked her to try it on and to return out to show him. She looked at the garment, pink and sheer materiel; she saw the eyes all around that were now upon her and walked off towards the changing rooms. She slid off her dress and pulled up the tiny skirt looking in the full length mirror and realising that however she adjusted it, when she walked back out either her pussy or bottom would be on display. She tied the top, slid her feet back into her heals and walked out, standing with her hands on her hips in front of Fred and asking, "Do you approve?" He told her to turn around and to hold her legs by her knees; telling her he wanted to see the back too! She said, 'Bastard' in her mind, her nipples already visible through the fabric and now asked to bend, she did, knowing her bare pussy would be on display to Fred and several others men who were standing around, hoping to see more and getting too. "Good he commented. I like it, ideal for a walk in the park, now these next!" He handed her several more garments to try on. She took them and walked back over to the changing area, leaning against the wall and reaching down to touch herself and find her soaking once more. Just the display in front of the others had made her like this again, but she loved and was adapting to her submissive and exhibitionist role so well, but it was also driving her crazy. She slid the outfit off and quickly pulled on the Red Lace Britany dress he had handed her. Totally sheer! She smoothed it down and again wondered out into the shop to be greeted by several new faces and eyes, a few still there that had purposely loitered for the next viewing. She walked over and spun around, aware her pussy and breasts were now visible to all, but loving the attention she was getting. Fred nodded his approval again as she turned to walk away and he slapped her bottom in front of the whole shop. She gasped as other heads turned to see as she continued to quickly get back to the changing room. The next hanger was the Saucy Secretary. Quite tame compared to the others just having a lace back that exposed her bottom. The white top not so sexy, but if she left all but one button open, it looked far better. She slid the play glasses onto the tip of her nose and again strutted out, this time doing a circle of the racking and shelves before sitting on Fred's lap and asking, "Are you ready for some DICK - TATION sir?! A man stood wide eyes with his mouth gaping as his wife's hand found the back of his head. Ginger giggled at this as she dragged him away and out of the shop. Now asking Fred, "Well, are you sir?" He replied he was always ready for her and perhaps she could stay behind after work to discuss the matter with him. She giggled, stood and walked off. One last outfit to try now, but this one more daring! She pulled on the Mistress Maid outfit. She loved it and thought it made her look like an old fashioned but sexy housemaid. Again she walked out and looked for Fred. He had moved and was now right by the shop doorway holding up some other garments. Her eyes rose to the ceiling. She knew why he was there, and knew it was no use standing there waiting as he had no intention of returning back to his seat. She strutted through the shop. Tapped his shoulder and teased him with her words, "Room service sir, how can I be of assistance for you today?" He turned taking in her full body as she again spun on her heals for all to see. "Amazing and so sexy you naughty thing, now I think my bed needs your attention!" They laughed out as she stood with him as he showed her several more garments, The Rhea black babydoll, a white Abby babydoll, similar but as he turned it, she saw the open back which she liked. He walked her up the shop with her, picking up a collar with attached nipple clamps and handed them to her. A spreader bar was selected and placed across her outstretched arms. A door jam bondage kit and a set of leather hog ties also given to her. Her eyes were wide now as she asked; "What the fuck have you got in mind for me Fred?" He turned, and asked if she was questioning his selection as they arrived by the crops and paddles. Her arms were full as he picked up the luxury fur paddle, tapping it against his palm, walking behind her and cracking her backside with it. She rocked on her heals, gasping as it stung her bottom and just managing to keep all the equipment in her arm. He asked again if she needed to question his selection to which she shook her head and simply replied, "No sir!" A lady stood watching them wide mouthed. He nodded his agreement to her answer, telling her that was far better. He placed the paddle on the pile in her arms telling her this may be needed again, and also picked up a heart shaped crop and carried this with him tapping the side of his leg as he wondered around to the toy section. He picked up a pussy pump looking curiously at this and again placed it on the pile she was carrying. Her head shook at his selection as he added a remote control vibrating egg, and finally a vibrating set of lace tie sided panties. Fred led Ginger to the desk and took the items one by one laying them down on the counter as the sales assistant looked on in amazement. Ginger now walked back to the dressing room; removed the maids outfit and picked up the garments walking back out dressed and added them to the pile. The sales assistant packed their bags, picking up the pussy pump and leaning over to inform them she had one herself, telling them it gave amazing sensations after she was all puffed up. She took Fred's card and spoke to Ginger as he punched his number in, "You are one lucky lady you know, my partner would kill me if I had paraded around like that in front of so many strangers, well, if he knew I did of course!" Ginger questioned if she did it in private then or when he wasn't there? She replied, "The entire fucking time darling, you don't work here with all this around you and not enjoy it, you should come back and see what happens when the centre closes!" Fred looked up and smiled; Ginger giggled and commented that perhaps she might just do that one of the days. Fred joked that perhaps they should have purchased a collar and leash too and he could make her crawl in one night to play. The assistant handed him the bags, thanking them for there custom and told them to have fun and said goodbye.