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Steph's New Life Ch. 01

By: harveypotempkin



I needed new clothes for work. I'm not making a ton of money, nor do I need to wear suits, but I like to look clean, at least. And a little fashionable. So H&M it was, for skinny jeans and button-downs.

It was a Tuesday morning, so the Broadway shop wasn't as mobbed as it usually is, which meant I had no line for the changing rooms, a welcome relief from the usual hassles of shopping in New York. So I took my pants and shirts in to the changing room, separated from the hallway of other dressing rooms by a curtain.

Perhaps I should describe myself. I'm Harvey, 24, 5'11", slim, and while modestly handsome, it's obvious I don't work out - I have a slight build, all around. With one exception, and that's part of why I always have to try on pants. In the fashionable skinny jeans I wear, my, ahem, package usually makes an appearance. So for work clothes, I have to be careful.

The changing stall I was in didn't quite have enough light to tell about the yellow pants I'd tried on, so I went into the hallway to look in another mirror in brighter light. Just as I emerged from my cubicle, the curtain across the way also opened, revealing a slender beauty. She was wearing black heels that accentuated her bare legs that disappeared under a loose black skirt that ended mid-thigh. On top she wore a sheer blouse that did little to conceal what looked like an old bra with green polka dots. Her red hair and devilish smile made me melt. My pants immediately fit too tight in the crotch.

As my gaze worked its way up, hers worked its way down. My eyes lingered on her revealed and yet still concealed breasts, which must have been a size 34D; hers on my growing bulge.

Satisfied, we made slightly uncomfortable eye contact.

"What do you think of these pants," I croaked, "can I wear them to work?"

"Not in the state you're in," she answered. "But it looks like this outfit is doing its job."

"That outfit and your smile."

She turned around. "Anything you'd change? Give me your honest opinion."

I told her how hot she looked, but pointed out that the sheer top made her choice of bra important. "Maybe you should just go without?"

And that's when she told me why she was there. Stephanie - we also introduced ourselves - goes by Steph and had just moved to New York for an internship at Vice Magazine. She was 21, fresh out of a Midwestern state school where she'd been the conservative one while her friends went wild. But the move to New York was going to be her chance to try out things she'd only fantasized about before. She wanted to dress provocatively and fashionably to fit in at Vice, but more than that, she'd always been turned on by small exhibitions - letting male friends sneak looks down a blouse or walking down the dorm hallways in just a towel - but New York was her chance to try out more daring things.

In short, she wanted to work her way up to wearing this outfit without the bra, but today wasn't the day.

Her story turned me on, and her glances to my crotch and widening smile made it clear she liked that. I was glad to meet her and pleased that H & M was empty enough that we could talk.

"Why don't we look at some bras to make this outfit more fun until you're ready for the next step," I asked.

And with that, we changed back into our street clothes and went to the lingerie section.

Steph picked out a push-up red bra.

We also picked up the sexiest swimsuit we could find - a string bikini.

She wanted me to come to the changing area with her as she tried them on, not to stay in the stall with her (to my disappointment), but so that she wouldn't have to parade into the store with her sheer top and attention-getting bras.

"You're stepping out of your comfort zone," I said, "come parade your new style through the store."

And so she did. 

Steph put the black skirt back on, and came out of the changing area in a white lace top through which her red bra and significant cleavage was clearly visible. After a quick twirl, she retreated to the changing room.

She returned with the same red bra, but under a white sheer blouse. She must have stopped at her handbag, because her lips newly matched the bra. She was ravishing and I wanted to ravish her.

I crooked a finger at her: "come here."

Steph approached; I reached for her neck, pulled her ear to my mouth, and told her what I wanted to do with her.

"Harvey!" she shrieked and moved back towards the changing rooms. She turned in the doorway and faced me again, wet her lips, and stage-whispered: "maybe later."

I melted.

When Steph next emerged, it was in a nearly transparent thin white t-shirt that hardly concealed her old polka-dot bra bra. She smiled, walked to the chair where I was sitting, and slid her hands up the sides of her legs. When they came back down, her white cotton underwear came with. She handed them to me, winked, and whispered in my ear. "Let's have some fun."

While she changed, I felt her panties. A little damp - she was clearly enjoying this start of a new, exhibitionist life. And they smelled like heaven. I shoved them in my pocket as she returned.

This time, Steph had skipped the skirt. She stood in front of me in the string bikini with the lace shirt on top.

"We can't tell if the bikini top fits if you're going to cover it up," I said.

She stepped closer, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and in one quick motion pulled it over her head and threw it at me. "How's this?" she twirled. I watched her full ass walk back to the changing rooms, the envy of every guy who had seen her display.

After that, I expected the runway portion of the afternoon had finished, but she poked her head out of the changing area and said, "Harvey, come here. I'm not yet willing to venture into the store like this, but want you to see."

I entered the hallway of changing rooms and there she stood, barefoot, with the bikini bottoms on and in the thin white t-shirt from before. But without the bikini top. Her breasts were more than I'd imagined - round and full, and topped with small and very perky nipples. 

Steph took my hands and ran them up her sides until they were on her hardly-covered breasts. I tweaked her nipples, which got even harder. She moaned; I growled. She let go of my hands to pull me in for an electric kiss. My hands found her ass, hers found my bulge. We broke our kiss.

"Let's get out of here," I said, "you don't have to change."

Steph laughed and pushed me out of the changing room.

She emerged wearing the short cut-offs she'd come in, the bikini, and the transparent t-shirt, carrying our other finds.

As we left the store, hand in hand, Steph asked where we were headed next.

"What do you want," I asked, "what do you want in your new life?"

"For one, I like the way I've kept your attention for the last hour. I want men to notice me and want me. I want to be the sexy one, to have the adventures I skipped in college - but better."

As we walked, men stared openly at her cleavage. "I love these men's looks," she said, " their eyes boring into me are turning me on."

"Let's go shopping again tomorrow, Steph, and really show this town how hot you can make it." I paused. "But today, let's have an adventure. Promise me you'll follow my instructions for the rest of the day?"

She nodded.

I took her to Washington Square Park, which was, as it usually is at the end of August, mobbed with sunbathing NYU students with nothing else to do. The girls lay out, soaking in the afternoon sunlight and the boys tried not to get caught staring.

We found a spot on the grass as close to the fountain as we could. We laid out in the sun like any other sunbathers. We took our shoes off and I took my shirt off. Laying back in the grass, I asked Steph to join me.

"Take your shirt off," I said, "and you'll still be as covered as any of these women in bikinis."

We laid on our backs for a while, talking about her new internship and my work, and then it was time to roll over. "Why don't you untie your bikini top," I asked.

Steph rolled onto her belly, and slowly untied first the string at her neck, and then the string around her back. Facing me, she lifted her head enough that I could catch a glimpse of her breasts, but her nipples were still concealed.

"You're gorgeous," I said. "Now hand me your top."

Steph began to protest, but we had made a deal. And besides, what would anyone see? As she wiggled the top out from underneath her, I caught a glimpse of those lovely nipples. But then she was flat on the ground, like the girls surrounding us.

She had spent too much time on her front without sunscreen, and we didn't have any. "Give me back my top," Steph said, "it's time to roll over."

I handed her the nearly transparent white t-shirt.

"No, the bikini top," she cried, "in just this everyone will see my nipples!"

"Didn't you want to stand out from the other girls? And didn't we have a deal?"

Convinced and resigned, Steph slipped into the t-shirt as best she could without giving anyone a show and sat up.

"Kiss me," she said, and I obliged. Her hungry lips found my mouth, my ears, and my neck. Our make-out took us back to lying the grass with me on top. My legs spread hers, and my now semi-hard cock pressed into her crotch. Her nipples, hard as rocks, rubbed against my bare chest.

My hands found her breasts as hers found my ass. Steph pulled me into her as I pawed at her chest and sucked her neck. "I want you so bad," I whispered, "but you need to do something for me first."

"What? Anything," she moaned.

I whispered my plan in her ear and put a finger to her lips to silence her objections. "You promised."

We disentangled ourselves and Steph stood up. Glaring, but also turned on, she looked at me, wearing her daisy dukes and that transparent white t. I could see her nipples and her blushing chest through the shirt, and so could the whole park. Slowly, she unfastened her shorts and pulled them down, exposing the string bikini bottom. Her long legs, taut and firm, held her steady.

"Here goes."

Leaving her shorts where they fell, Steph walked into the paved center of the park towards the gelato dealer. She fished a five from her bottom and paid for a cone, which she slowly ate as she walked around the park, paying particular attention to sections with groups of young men.

By the time she'd finished her saunter and her gelato, she had the attention of many of the red-blooded straight men in the park, and was about to get even more eyes on her. She headed for the fountain.

First, she sat at the edge, facing in, and stretched her arms above her head, pulling the shirt tight across her chest, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then she eased closer, sticking her toes in the water and catching some of the fountain's spray.

And then she dove in. All eyes were on her, and she loved it. She danced around in the fountain, getting wetter and wetter, and her shirt showing more and more of her skin. Tourists took pictures, the NYU sunbathers got up to watch, and some bikini-clad girls joined her!

I just watched as the fairly shy girl new to New York I had met just hours earlier starred in a one-woman wet-tshirt contest in one of New York's iconic parks. As Steph got cold and tired, she came back to me on the grass.

"How was I?"

"How did it feel?"

"I want to fuck everyone. Right now. I'm so turned on, I don't know why I didn't fuck you in the changing room."

She laid back on the grass and, thanks to the thin material of her shirt and the hot sun, was mostly dry in a moment.

"Put on your skirt," I said, "and follow me. Lose the bikini bottoms."

I took our bags to a more deserted corner of the park (as though there were such a thing!) and laid down and motioned for Steph to get on top of me.

Her hips ground against my hard-on and we both moaned.

She spread her skirt out and reached underneath to unfasten my pants and let my cock out. "If we don't make too much noise," she asked, "we probably won't get caught, right?"

Her nipples, already at attention from a day of pushing her exhibitionist boundaries, showed clearly through her thin white shirt. "I never thought I'd be here, like this," she said. "I had dreamed that moving to New York would help me loosen up, but this isn't what I expected for my first day on the town. Grinding my wet pussy against the hard cock of a man I just met in a public park!"

"When you tried this outfit on this afternoon, you swore you weren't ready to wear it in public," I added.

"Fuck me, Harvey."

She reached between us and eased my aching cock into her eager pussy. In one move, I was all the way inside her, warm, wet, and ecstatic. "God, you feel so good."

"We have to be discreet. Don't thrust. Let's talk."

"You're killing me, Steph."

She squeezed my cock with her pussy. "You don't like this?"

"Ok, ok. We'll talk," I moaned. "Tell me how you knew you wanted to explore exhibitionism when you moved."

"I went to a huge university in the midwest, with a group of friends who were pretty wild. Stacy, Julie, and Maureen had a new boyfriend every week - sometimes two in an evening. They all seemed comfortable putting their bodies on display and reeling men in. I was so jealous, but I just couldn't do it. I had a pretty steady boy at the time - Max - and couldn't let him go.

"But Max was a dick about me moving to New York, so he's out of the picture now. And nobody knows me here, so what do I care who sees my wild side!"

Steph leaned back, changing the angle of my cock in her. I bucked.

"Don't," she said, squeezing her kegels.

"Tell me what your friends would do that you only wished you would."

"One night the four of us were going to the club to meet boys. I, of course, insisted on meeting my Max there. I never could just let loose. But it ended up a wild night. Max was meeting us there, so the four of us got ready to go without him.

"Stacey and Julie are exactly what you picture when you think of midwestern college girls. They're tall with blond hair, obsessed over their weight, and had awesome breasts. Bigger than mine, perky, but, if I'm honest, not as nicely shaped. Maureen has brown hair, is 5'6", and petite all around. She hardly ever wore a bra for her c-cups, and they stood proud without one.

"I dressed relatively conservatively for the night out. Medium-high heels, white lacy panties, and a yellow dress. The dress had a lace back, so I couldn't wear a bra, but it covered everything. The neckline was almost at my neck. It ended in a full skirt halfway down my thighs that went almost flat if I twirled - everyone would see my panties if I wasn't careful. I got a thrill from how daring it was, but my friends had more in mind."

Steph adjusted herself on me, leaning a bit forward to press her pelvis against mine. "Just the memory of what comes next is making it hard for me not to bounce up and down on you."

"So do it," I said, pressing into her.

"You naughty boy, I've hardly started my story!" She squeezed again, eliciting a moan from me. "Shhhhh."

"Stacey wore a bright red number that accentuated her curves, pushed her breasts towards the sky, and was tight enough to see that there was only a thong on under it. The dress ended only an inch or two down her legs.

"Maureen wore a classic little black dress. It was open in the back, revealing her choice to go without a bra, and cut low and a little loose in front. Her breasts moving in that dress were sure to catch the boys' attention.

"And Julie, the bravest of us, wore a white strapless dress held together by bronze rings up both her sides. Underwear would have been too obvious - she was advertising her nakedness underneath.

"After doing our nails and makeup and taking a preparatory shot of tequila, we called a cab to the club. Max would take me home, we figured, and the other three expected to find lodging with new friends. As we waited for the cab, I snuck another shot. This was my first time really going out with the girls; I'd previously begged off to study. 

"Pretty soon, the cab arrived.

"Julie took the lead at the door, and because we looked fantastic, even though I felt mousy next to my friends, the bouncer let us in without any wait. I looked around for Max, but he, apparently, hadn't made it in yet.

"So we went for drinks.

"A handsome guy at the bar insisted on paying, and brought us to meet his friends. I don't know that we learned their names, but after flirting through our first drink with them, they must have known why we were there. We all went to the dance floor.

"Before I knew it, one of the boys was rubbing his cock into my bum, just like you are now. Well, not quite like you are. And my friends all had similar dance partners. Maureen had lifted her arms above her head and wrapped them around her guy's neck. With her eyes closed, her breasts swaying, and her nipples obviously hard, I wanted what she had.

"So I leaned back into my gent and put my arms around his neck behind me. I glanced around for Max again, but couldn't see him. So I kissed my dance partner full on the lips. In front of the club. I'd never been so daring.

"After a few songs, Stacey's partner had one hand on her right breast, tweaking her nipple, and the other hand at the hem of her dress. Julie's had one hand wrapped around her chest and other other on the inside of her thigh, just under her dress. Maureen had turned to face her man, whose hands had slipped in the open back of her dress to cup her ass.

"The song ended when my guy's hand on my belly started moving south.

"'Let's get another drink,' I announced to the eight of us."

As Steph told me her story, I'd moved my hands from her waist on the outside of her shirt to underneath it, but still at her waist. We were playing innocent, after all. But her pussy gripped me tighter every time I ran my fingers over her skin.

"The boys bought another round, and we sat at a table to imbibe.

"Julie huddled us girls together. 'I am so horny,' she said. 'His hands were so close to my naked snatch. You have got to get rid of your panties, girls.'

"It took some convincing, but after we finished our drinks, the three of us - Maureen, Stacey, and me - went off to the ladies room. I couldn't believe what we were about to do, but wanted to be one of the cool, daring girls for a change. So we stripped off our panties and, because we'd promised, brought them back to Julie as proof. She put them in her purse.

"Just then, Max arrived and found us. he kissed me and apologized for being late. With a nasty look, the boy I'd been dancing with went off to try his luck elsewhere.

"As we all returned to the dance floor, I whispered the story of the evening to Max, leaving out some details about my kisses and my dance partner's hands. Max turned red and then I felt him getting hard.

"I dragged Max to the dance floor, and, facing him, put his hands on my ass. He pulled me in for a kiss, and fingered the back hem of my dress, knowing what wasn't underneath it.

"'Don't you dare,' I told him, secretly wishing he'd expose me.

"Instead he spun me around, and we danced like I had with the stranger, Max's hardening cock pressing between my ass cheeks and my hands around his neck. Max's hands were at my waist, and then he pulled me closer, cupping a breast with his right hand while sliding the left across my belly."

As Steph described her night of daring, I imitated Max's hands with mine on her body, straddling me in the park. I got harder and harder inside her, and her squeezes of my cock with her pussy kept both of us at the edge of an orgasm.

"Then Max's hand went to my thigh and slowly he ran it up my leg."

I did the same in the park, gently running my hand under Steph's skirt and closer to her soaking pussy.

"I could hardly bear it. I needed him to touch my pussy, but his hand just crept closer, very slowly, inch by inch."


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My hand crept, too.

"And then Max's hand found my clit and I exploded, right there on the dance flooooo- oh! oh!"

My hand had found her clit, too, and she came with the slightest touch. Her climax drove me over the edge and I filled her pussy with my cum.

We got our wits about us quickly, her scream having drawn some attention. She slyly tucked my shrinking dick back in my pants and zipped me up.

Steph leaned forward and kissed me, deeply on the lips. Her breasts, hardly covered, pressed against my bare chest.

"Everything ok here, you two?" A police officer had come from nowhere. "You better get a move on."

We stood up. Steph handed me my shirt. "Of course, officer."

Steph took my hand and led me out of the park. It was approaching dusk. "That night didn't end there, you know. Maybe I can tell you more about it over breakfast?"



Steph's New Life Ch. 02



"Come home with me," Steph asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

"Where's home?" I asked. She was in New York as a poorly-paid intern, but wanted to be near the center of Brooklyn cool, so she'd made some sacrifices about her living situation for the six-month duration of her work. She did get to live in hip Bushwick, but it was in a big loft conversion shared with seven guys.

"It's part of pushing myself to be more daring," she explained on the train.

We huffed up the stairs to the fourth floor - the freight elevator was both broken and off limits - and she opened the door to her place. It was a huge space - the whole floor of what must have been a warehouse. Four rooms had been built in plywood along one wall. Those were for the guys with steady jobs who paid most of the rent.

The three other guys and Steph had a pair of bunk beds, each bed jury-rigged with a curtain for some modicum of privacy and dark. For New York and the price, I guess, it wasn't so bad.

Her roommates were all out, by appearances, which she said was normal: they all had bands and some even had girlfriends.

She grabbed leftovers from the fridge, and we ate while teasing each other about our plans for tomorrow. I suggested we go to a club and she could try out the experiences of her college girlfriends. She countered that we could go to a beach and see if she could draw the most attention. I suggested that she could get naked on the subway. She suggested skinny dipping in a public pool.

"Let's try all of them," she said, "and more. But we'll need some outfits, so first things first tomorrow: we'll go shopping again."

We were beat and decided to head to bed. As we finished up the dishes, one of her roommates came home: Nate, who had one of the bedrooms. He closed his door, reminding me of the privacy we wouldn't have that night.

"How do you change for bed in this place filled with guys?"

"It's tricky. So far, I've been changing in the toilet, but that's getting old. Maybe tonight I'll change right here," she said, fingering the hem of her shirt. "And maybe I'll be brave enough to sleep in the nude!"

With a glance at Nate's door, she quickly shed her shirt and skirt and climbed into her top bunk. I stripped to my boxers and followed her.

"Aren't you a coward," Steph mocked, pulling down my boxers to show my stiffening cock. She threw my boxers to the floor and closed the curtain, leaving me a naked climb in the morning or if I needed to pee at midnight, and making us some privacy for the moment.

I forgot my anxiety as she moved her head to my crotch and licked my shaft. Steph took one ball and then the other in her mouth, making me moan. She tongued her way back up to my bulging head and licked the tip. Then, in one swift move, she took me all the way in, her lips at the base of my cock, her nose in my pubic hair. "Oh, Steph," I cried.

"Shhh," she said, pulling away, "my roommates."

Sure enough, the sound of the door closing and conversation came through the curtain. "That's Tom and Sufjan," she said. "Tom's got one of bunks over there," she pointed, "and Sufjan's below us."

She returned to her skillful work on my cock, and I stifled the increasingly hard-to-contain moans that her mouth, and then her hands elicited.

Tom and Sufjan were talking about some new band and an avant-garde poet they'd just seen, and there I was, a mere curtain separating us, getting one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had. I was close to cumming, but didn't want the fun to end.

I pulled Steph's face to mine and kissed her, deeply. She was on top of me, again, like in the park, except we were both nude. Her firm tits against my chest and her wet pussy sliding on my cock had me ready to fuck her again. But I wanted to make her wait.

"Roll over," I whispered.

We kissed again, with me on top. The tip of my hard cock pressed into her wet entrance. "Fuck me again," she hissed, "please."

"Not yet," I answered as I brought my face toward her pussy, teasing her thighs and belly on my way. I looked in her eyes, both of us filled with lust, and lapped at her pussy.

She moaned in response. Tom and Sufjan's conversation stopped.

My tongue found her clit, and then my teeth. Steph cried out.

"I guess Stephanie has company," one of her roommates said.

"And those would be his clothes."

"It's about time; a girl so pretty doesn't need to be so picky."

"You're just jealous that she turned you down."

"You're just jealous I was brave enough to do more than look."

Steph and I froze. And then I returned to her pussy, guiding a finger inside and continuing to lick and nibble her clit. She moaned. I slipped another finger inside her, and nibbled harder. She put her hand on my shoulders and pulled me to her face.

"Fuck me, Harvey," she whispered.

"What?" I hissed.

"Fuck me!"

I slid inside her and followed her orders, giving her the fuck we couldn't in the park. Sufjan and Tom were silent and our moans and dirty talk got less controlled.

"You are so wet for me. You've been wanting this all day."

"Your big cock is splitting me open so good. Fill me up! Deeper! Fuck me!"

I reached down to finger her clit again, and her moans intensified.

"You know just how to touch me. Rub my clitty and make me come!"

That put me over the edge, and as I shot load after load of my sticky cum into her, she bucked and thrashed in her own orgasm.

"Harvey, you're delicious."

"I love the way you fuck me."

We drifted to sleep, my hands on her tits and pussy, and hers on my cock.

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We woke up to sounds of activity in the kitchen area. Steph peeked her head out of the curtain and reported back. Sufjan and Tom were up, as was Nate. And Gary, who also had a private room, and Stevie, who shared Tom's bunk bed. The other two were either in their rooms or out of the loft.

Steph wrapped herself in the top sheet and climbed down to join her roommates. She found yesterday's panties in her purse and shimmied into them under the sheet and then threw me my boxers. I slipped into them and descended into the loft.

"Good morning, love birds!" Tom had made eggs for everyone to celebrate Steph getting laid, so we moved to the table, where he'd just poured us each a mug of coffee. We all introduced ourselves.

"You can't eat dressed in a sheet," Sufjan declared. "We may not be a fine restaurant, but we're no pigsty.

"Is this better?" Steph asked, dropping the sheet and replacing it with her left arm slung across her chest to hide the goods.

"Much," we answered in unison.

We dove into breakfast, me in my boxers, starting to show a tent, Steph's roommates in various forms of pajamas with and without shirts, and Steph in only her white panties and an arm to protect her modesty.

Finishing my eggs, I slid behind her and said, "let me free up your arm." I took a breast in each hand and pulled myself close behind her. Her hard nipples in my palms and the wiggle of her butt to align my cock in her crack told me that I'd done exactly what she wanted.

All eyes were on Steph as she finished eating. We talked about what each of her roommates did for fun and for a living, but damned if I remember anything but the feel of Steph's breasts in my hands, her nipples poking my palms. As we all finished eating and Sufjan cleared dishes to the sink, I slid my left arm across Steph's chest to cover both breasts with one arm and free my right hand for my coffee mug.

I sipped my coffee and Steph pushed harder back into me. Her roommates had mostly turned away from the table, leaving to shower, dress, or otherwise start their day, but Sufjan remained, facing away from us, doing dishes at the sink.

I put my mug down and slid my right hand to Steph's panties. She was soaked. Getting an idea and still pressed against her, I freed my hardening cock from my boxers and rubbed it along her panty-covered slit. She moaned, softly. 

Getting more daring, I pulled her panties to the side and continued to rub my cock along her wet pussy. Steph leaned forward and arched her back, and quickly grabbed my cock and slid it inside her.

I returned my right hand to her breast, massaging her twin globes with both hands. She moved her hand to her clit and leaned her head back in ecstasy.

"So what are you two up to today?" Sufjan asked from the sink, glancing back at us.

"I was thinking we go to central park and fuck where we could get some privacy," I joked as I pinched Steph's nipples and thrust hard into her.

"Oh!" Steph moaned.

"Unless you had another idea, Steph?"

"You're such a tease, Harvey," she croaked gaining control over her voice. "Why won't you fuck me right here?"

She replaced my hands on her breasts and leaned forward, thrusting her hips against mine and pushing me deeper inside her.

We both moaned.

"You two are a hoot," Sufjan said from the sink where he'd finished the dishes, "wash your own mugs." He wandered off to his dresser and then the bathroom.

I grabbed Steph's hips and we really went at it. She let go of her tits and held on to the table for support. It didn't take long for us to come, as quietly as we could.

When we looked up, tucking my cock back in my boxers and putting her panties back in place, we had an appreciative audience. Tom was sitting on his bed, stroking his cock through his jeans. "The shower's free, guys," he said, "you probably need it."

He was probably right. After fucking in the park and in bed yesterday and again in the shared kitchen this morning, we reeked of sex.

"Lead the way," I said to Steph. We were still in our underpants, my boxers decorated by new cum stains and her panties damp from our shared juices and hanging loose from being pulled aside for our kitchen quickie. Steph was still topless, but seemed to have given up trying to cover up for her seven roommates. Tom had, after all, just watched us fuck.

The bathroom was as jury-rigged as the rest of the loft. A short wall had been built coming perpendicular from an edge of the loft, and along one side were three toilets, separated by plywood with curtains for doors. on the other side of the wall were two shower stalls, if you'd call them that. Whoever had put them together had little concern for privacy. At least there was a tile floor with a ridge surrounding the whole thing, so no squeegeeing was required.

The two showers together were enclosed by a six-foot-high curtain rod. The several smaller curtains that kept them private from the room left a number of gaps along the way. And between the two showers, the constructor had mounted a piece of glazed glass or something like it, so showerers could only see shadows of each other. The only problem, for my modesty, at least, was that the barrier between the shower came from about my knee-height to pec-height. Hooks for towels on either side of the showers completed the accommodations.

One of the showers was already running.

Steph grabbed a towel and brought me over to the other one. "It must be Sufjan. He's been trying to see me naked since I moved in," she whispered. "Maybe today's his luck day."

Steph hung the towel up and got in, bringing me in with her. We shucked our underpants and tossed them out, and then she started the water.

Sufjan looked at us. Steph reacher her arms up while facing him, getting herself wet under the shower's flow. "You missed us fucking in the kitchen, Suf. But Tom can give you a full report, I bet. Just after he squeezes one out."

The privacy glass hid Sufjan's growing erection, but only a bit.

"Do I turn you on? Do you want what Harvey has?"

Sufjan and I were dumbfounded; we didn't expect this from Steph, but we hardly knew her.

"Do you want to watch while Harvey fucks me in the shower, just out of your reach?"

She pulled me behind her, guiding my hardening cock between her legs.

"Do you? Tell me you do, Suf."

"Yes," he croaked.

Steph leaned forward a bit, pressing her tits against the privacy glass, and brought my cock to her entrance. "Will you fuck me, Harvey?"

I didn't answer, but slid into her.

I fucked her slowly, rhythmically bringing my cock out of and then back into her pussy. She moaned. 

I kissed her neck, then bit. She growled.

She reached one hand behind my head and tugged my hair. "Fuck me harder."

Sufjan worked his cock slowly, nervously, at first.

I grabbed her waist and slammed into her. She cried out.

Her other hand found my ass and pulled me into her as hard as she could. 

I slid a hand to her clit, pressing it into her, and feeling my own cock run through her.

"Oh, God!" She called.

I feverishly rubbed her clit as we fucked like animals.

Steph was pressed into the glass that came only to her clavicle. We both looked into Sufjan's eyes, but she could see all of him. And she loved it. As he wanked with increasing abandon, I felt Steph's pussy get wetter and wetter on my cock. She was close, I was close, and Sufjan was at the edge.

"Kiss me, Sufjan."

Steph reached her hands over the divider to pull his face into hers while he kept tugging on his manhood. We came, the three of us, together.

Sufjan quickly finished his shower and took his leave. Steph and I talked about our plans for the day. "I just want to fuck you all day, all over the city," she said, "your big cock fits so well in my pussy, it'd be a shame to do anything else."

She suggested the club; I said I didn't want to wait until they opened to show her off. "How about the beach, then," she suggested, "we'll get proper attire en route."

It was decided. We got out of the shower, took turns with the towel, and didn't care who saw us as we paraded across the room in the buff. We felt the high of two morning fucks and a plan that excited us both.

We hurriedly dressed - I skipped the dirty boxers and went commando in yesterday's clothes. Steph had a harder time choosing what to wear. She wanted to turn heads, but wasn't ready to show the world what she'd just shown her roommates.

She settled on the bikini bottoms we'd bought yesterday with her cutoff jeans, but she left them unbuttoned and unzipped to draw attention. And on top, she wore the lacy white shirt we'd bought yesterday. The shirt was short enough to show off her tight belly, and lacy enough that it was obvious to the world that she had on no bra, but had enough fabric in the right places to preserve her modesty. The shirt hugged her in just the right way: the way her breasts moved in it had me - and her roommates! - drooling.

We hopped on the train to the Rockaways.



Steph's New Life Ch. 03



The beach was an hour away by train, so Steph and I would have to entertain each other.

"You never finished your story about your sexy night out with your college girlfriends," I said.

"You wouldn't let me," Steph replied, nuzzling into my shoulder. "But it'll fill our hour-long ride and hopefully get you nice and hard. Where were we?"

"Your then-boyfriend Max had just made you come on the dance floor."

"Well, once wasn't enough for me that night, so I dragged him off to a corner of the club and pressed him against the wall.

"I was too hungry for any more foreplay, so I pulled out his cock right there. It was such a thrill, exposing him to the world. He lifted me a little and slid right into me. As people squeezed past us in that club, I just wanted to stay there forever. I was so hot, and the people brushing past us just made me hornier and hornier.

"Max, too, I guess. He came in like no time. He rushed off to the men's room to clean up, he said, and left me there, in a club hallway, with his semen running down my leg. It should have felt humiliating, but I just wanted more. But not from Max; he was never good for a second go-round.

"So I went to the ladies' room to clean up and make sure my dress wasn't stained. I got myself in order and left the stall, and who was there but my friend Julie!

"She and the girls were going to a hot tub party with the guys we'd been dancing with earlier. She didn't invite me - it was more like she told me that I was coming. I didn't even bother looking for Max and we caught a cab to the party.

"It was a pool party, and we weren't really dressed for it. But it was already late - maybe 1am - so we weren't going anywhere else. And some other the other attendees were also not really dressed for it.

"There were about thirty people there, maybe half women and half men. And it looked like they were all drunk, at the very least. Maybe there was something else floating around, too, but I never saw it. We were in the backyard of a big house, far from its neighbors, and with a kidney-shaped pool. The yard was surrounded by a security fence. The part closest to the house was tiled and had the pool in it; the rest was grass. Maybe three yards from the edge of the tile was the hot tub, bigger than any I'd seen. It could fit maybe eight comfortably.

"The boys from the club came out of the house and headed towards us. They'd beaten us there and, apparently, changed into bathing suits. I had to admit, they looked pretty good. Slim, fit, and from what I could tell, decent packages. Nothing on yours, though, Harvey.

"It seemed like only half the attendees had been told it was a pool party. There were a handful of girls running around in their panties and bras, shooting water guns at each other. There was one guy, more proud than he should have been, wearing a speedo - my girlfriends and I decided to avoid him.

"All the guys had their shirts off, one or two in jeans, a handful in shorts, and the rest in boxers or swimming trunks.

"The girls - other than the lingerie shooters - seemed to have been getting nakeder as the night went on. The prepared ones had come with swimsuits, so there were some girls in bikinis. One of them caught my eye. She was wearing a string bikini top and cut-off jeans on the bottom. Sure, she had a sexy bod, but what really caught my eye was that her shorts were undone, just like mine are now. Remembering her and the way the guys looked at her inspired my outfit today.

"Let me tell you more about the girls who were there, because I can see it's turning you on."

I adjusted myself and glanced nervously around the train.

"One of the boys in tented boxers was talking to a breathtaking women who was wearing jeans and, it looked like, nothing else. Her hand draped across her chest was all the boy looked at.

"Next to the diving board, a girl in a short red dress was getting ready to climb up. She kicked off her shoes and called to a boy with snug-fitting trunks. He unzipped her, and her dress pooled at her feet revealing a matching black bra and thong. She unfastened the bra, kissed the boy, and climbed the ladder. He watched her ass all the way up those steps.

"She stood at the tip of the diving board in only that thong, and bounced before diving into the pool. With each bounce, her tits jiggled, and she stood there bouncing until every eye at the party was on her. She looked like a fucking godess, and we all wanted to suck on those tits, boys and girls alike. 

"Four pairs of party-goers had gotten amourous and made their way to loungers. By the time we arrived, things had gotten hot and heavy. One guy, lounging on his back, had his shirt off and his pants undone with the face of a bikini-clad girl at his junk. Another, wearing only swimming trunks, was being straddled by a girl in blue panties. She was sitting up as she ground against him, and his hands were all over her bare boobs. One girl, her bikini askew, had her tits out for everyone to see as a boy in whitey-tighties ate her out. The last couple was naked - well, she had a robe on, but it was wide open. She was on top, fucking his brains out.

"In any case, it looked like one hell of a party when we walked in.

"Before our boys made it all the way over to greet us, we saw a girl was getting out of the pool. Blonde, maybe twenty. We were college kids and everyone there looked about our age. She was wearing a white t-shirt that clung to her and started to drip as she emerged from the water. Her black, lacy, half-cup bra underneath kept her nipples covered, but emphasized her cleavage and made the scene even sexier. The way every boy's head turned to her as she got out of the pool made me jealous and even more turned on than I'd been ever since Max left me unsatisfied in the club hallway. As she came further out, everyone there held their breath. Her soaked white panies clung to every fold of her bald pussy. She stood on the tile for a beat and then shook herself like a dog.

"Before my girlfriends and I could catch our breath from that display, the boys from the club had joined us. They told us the hot tub was ready for us and that they'd brought drinks. Drinks, apparently, meant that one of them had grabbed a bottle of tequila, but no glasses or chasers.

"They brought us over to the hot tub and they all got in. We begged off, saying our dresses would get ruined.

"The boys pointed to all the other girls in panties. Maureen, Stacey, and I looked at Julie. She still had our panties in her purse!

"But she just shook her head. If she gave us our panties back, she'd be the only one either naked or in a dress.

"'How about this,' Julie said, boldly. 'None of us have a bra on, and we're a little self-conscious. The bubbles will hide our tits when we're in the hot tub, but we can't get in without showing you the goods. So if you turn around, we'll get in.'

"It was so daring, Julie's plan was. We'd all four of us be naked in front of the whole party. But I was getting hornier just thinking of it. And then the thrill of being in the hot tub absolutely naked with four boys who thought were were only topless. 

"Of course the boys agreed. They turned their backs, and we all looked at each other. Here goes, we sighed silently, and helped each other out of the dresses and into the tub.

"We girls sat together, the boys on the other side. We flirted as we passed the bottle of tequila around, the other three girls sometimes showing more of their tits as they reached. We got more company, too, and another bottle. I was feeling no pain.

"There were maybe fifteen of us in various states of dress squeezed in the tub when the lingerie-wearing super-soakers came over to join us. There was no way they'd fit, even in this big a tub. 'Pick a lap, ladies,' Julie shrieked, always the one to get the fun going.

"The guy next to me seemed like a nice bloke, so I hopped up on his lap, long since forgetting that I was topless and showing my tits to the world. I did notice that he wasn't wearing anything under the bubbles.

"The way I sat on him, his hard cock was pressed between my bum and his belly. It felt nice and long and wide and in that instant, I knew I wanted it inside me. I banished the thought, though. I had a boyfriend! 

"So I whispered flirtatiously to my new chair that we seemed to be in the same state of undress. And I might have wiggled around some to tease him. We introduced ourselves. He was Ben.

"My girlfriends all found their own laps, too. Julie, of course, was in the lap of the boy who'd brought us here. And she'd whipped his trunks off, too. In a hot minute, she was fucking him, and not very subtly, either. She bounced and cooed while he pawed at her tits. And it was over in a flash.

"'I'll last longer than that,' Ben whispered to me. But a joking spirit seemed to have come across the tub after Julie's disappointment. Someone suggested strip spin-the-bottle; someone else suggested that anyone who wasn't already naked should go home.

"That elicited a lot of whoops and hollers, and a dozen or so strips of fabric - bikinis, thongs, bras, boxers, and swim trunks - got thrown out of the hot tub.

"So we played ordinary spin-the-bottle. I ground my ass back against Ben's cock as other people kissed. When it was my turn, I stood up, showing my nakedness to everyone, and sat in my target's lap - Tommy, his name was. I sat on his lap, one leg on either side of his torso, and ground my pussy against his hard-on. I kissed him, once, delicately, and pulled back. I moved an inch with my hand underwater, and put the tip of the stranger's cock at my gaping pussy lips. As I kissed him again, more passionately this time, he thrust into me.

"Tommy's cock entered my pussy in the middle of the crowded tub. As we kissed, he drove deeper into me, until the tip of his cock met my cervix.

"And then our time was up. I returned to Ben's lap, except this time I found his cock as I sat down, and put it under me. His hard shaft ran along my pussy lips as I slid back toward him. 'You're so fucking hot,' he whispered in my ear.

"'I know,' I replied, and slid forward, rubbing my pussy along his shaft again. He put a finger on my clit and a hand on my breast. I knew I was in for. There was nothing that would stop me from having this man, from having as many of these men as it would take to get me off like my no-good boyfriend Max couldn't.

"So I slid his cock inside me, and we fucked, quietly, slowly, as the game went on. Once, he had to kiss another girl, and she waded over to us. On her way to my man, I kissed her, hard, and she sighed. She lean in to kiss him, and I snuck a finger inside her, all while Ben's cock was buried in my pussy.

"I took Ben's turn spinning the bottle, and it pointed right at Tommy, again.

"'I'll be back,' I said, lifting myself off of Ben's cock and heading towards my other man.

"Tommy pulled me towards him and I aimed his cock to my pussy. We made out, hungrily, his cock throbbing inside me, until we were torn apart by other game players wanting a turn. I went back to Ben, a ball of ecstatic nerves. We kissed before I turned round and impaled myself on him once more. We both moaned, and I made eye contact with the boy across the way who'd just been inside me. I winked.

"Tommy spun the bottle and it landed on my friend Maureen. I knew she wanted a fuck from the look in her eyes, and he gave it to her, quickly. Ben and I tried to be subtle as we fucked, but it was a losing battle. Watching the action got me more and more turned on. Maureen and Ben were separated, still wanting more. 

"Maureen's bottle spin pointed to the guy who I'd danced with at the club. She was on him in a flash, his mouth on her tits as she bounced up and down in the tub, riding his cock. And then it was his turn to spin.

"He didn't so much spin the bottle as point it at me.

"Ben flicked my clit and I moaned before leaving him. I went to the man from the club, and he whispered to me as I sat in his lap. 'I've wanted you since you came into that club. I just wish your boyfriend had never shown up so I could have done this on the dance floor.'

"With that, his rigid member found its mark and he drove into me with wild abandon. He mouthed my tits and rubbed my clit, driving me wild. Every eye was on us, and every eye made me a little bit wetter. I was getting close, but our time was up.

"So I returned to Ben's cock, waiting at attention. But it was my turn to spin, and the bottle pointed to Tommy again. Well, I pointed it to Tommy. And I fucked him, right in that tub. Surrounded by strangers. I threw my head back and grabbed his hair to pull his head to my tits. Pulled apart again, I had to leave him unsatisfied, both of us aching for more.

"I got my more, returning to Ben to be ravished.

"When Tommy spun the bottle, it landed on the girl we'd seen get out of the pool. She was the only one still wearing clothes, but by that point there was no bra under her shirt. She stood up from the lap that she was in, grabbed both the boy she'd just been on top of and the one who'd just been inside me, and took them outside of the hot tub.

"She took her top off and shimmied out of her panites. She pulled Tommy behind her and bent over. 'Fuck me, baby,' she cooed. And then she took the other guy's cock in her mouth. Just like that, our little pool party had become an orgy - but I guess it was already.

"I bounced on Ben's dick, both us us feeling our orgasms beginning, and then Ben was kissing some other girl and there was a cock in my face. I wanted everything all at once, so I buried that cock in my mouth and rode Ben until we all came in one sticky mess."

We'd arrived at our station for the beach, and my cock was like a flagpole.

"When was that night?" I asked.

"The weekend before I moved here to start my internship. That night started everything."

"And you said you were such a shy shrinking violet!"

"The story wasn't entirely true, I guess."

"Which parts were fiction?"

"None of it was fiction, some just hasn't happened yet. You, Harvey, are going to give me that night, and you won't be playing the role of shitty boyfriend. You're already pushing me so well, I can't wait for you to make my fantasies real."

My head was still reeling from Steph's story. What really happened, I wondered? And what the hell ride was she taking me for?

Steph bounced ahead, and on the way towards the beach we found a surf shop. "This'll do the trick," she said.



Steph's New Life Ch. 04



We entered the surf shop. They sold novelty t-shirts and chintzy souvenirs, but also high-end surfboards and body suits. A fit couple was looking at surfboards and a couple of frat boys were laughing at the stupid jokes on the t-shirts. A tall blonde caught my eye in the swimwear department, which is where we were headed. Steph wasn't particularly happy with the selection. "No thongs," she said. 

A salesclerk heard her and grabbed her elbow. "Actually, I've got a whole room for you," he said, leading us through a beaded curtain into a less PG version of the store. There were mannequins, female and male, wearing suits designed to hide just about nothing. "I'll let you browse," the clerk said, bowing out of the room.

We found a couple of options for Steph to try from the mix-and-match bin: teeny pairs of triangles with some strings that served as bikini tops, an almost sheer string bikini top, a thong and some daring bottoms that seemed no more than a pile of strings.

Steph insisted on trying each one on, so we went to the changing rooms. There were two, built into a wall facing the glass front of the store and right next to the cash register. Only a flimsy curtain separated the rooms from the store. As Steph went in, the clerk stopped her. For security reasons, he had to count what she was trying on.

"Good choices," he said to her as she stepped into the little room. "You're a lucky man," he said to me.

When she drew the curtain back the first time, she was still in her undone cut-offs and bikini bottom, but on top she'd put on a green string bikini top. As she came to show me, she walked had to walk right past the admiring clerk. "You've got an audience," I whispered.

"So, how do I look?"

She looked stunning. The small triangles of green of the top highlighted the paleness of her skin, and it showed an awful lot of skin. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, and imagining it wet made my cock throb. 

The clerk and I watched Steph walked back to the changing room. She turned to face us in the doorway of the room, reached behind her back, and pulled the strings of the bow. She held one end in each hand and spread her arms, and with them the bikini's strings, to either side. She winked, let the top hang from her neck, still covering her nipples, but just barely, and pulled the curtain shut.

"What was that?" A man walking into the store asked.

"Stay for the show," I said, not really knowing what would happen next.

Steph stuck her head out of the curtain. "Can you tell me how this one works?" She held out a pair of yellow triangles with loops at all three corners and one loop in the middle of a side. One corner of each was connected by a loop of string tied in a bow, and a longer string dangled from another corner.

"You put the loop of string behind your neck," the clerk instructed, "and then run the long string through the six loops at the bottom of the bikini top."

A minute later, Steph emerged in the yellow top and a black thong bottom. Almost all of her was on display, and her faced showed that she liked it almost as much as the three men watching her every move.

The two yellow triangles covering her on top highlighted her nipples poking through and held her breasts up, exposing delicious cleavage and offering great views of the sides of her breasts, too.

The clerk walked closer to her. "This one's special," he said, "may I show you why?"

Steph nodded.

"You're super sexy now, right?" We all nodded. "Watch what this suit can do."

The clerk put his hands on Steph's hips and, standing behind her, guided her to face one of the full-length mirrors in the middle of the store. 

The half-dozen customers all turned to watch.

The clerk stood close behind Steph and ran his fingers up her sides to the string around her chest. Steph's breathing quickened.

He slid the fingers of his right hand under her right breast to grasp the bottom right corner of the fabric covering her left breast and grasped the bottom left corner with his other hand. He brought them together, turning the triangle into just a strip of fabric covering her nipple in the middle. Without letting his fingers leave her skin, he did the same to the right triangle.

The clerk slid his hands down Steph's ribs to her hips, where they rested on her thong, his fingers inches from her sex.

"Sexier?" He asked.

"Yes," Steph croaked.

"Wait one second," he said, and went off to the back room. He returned with a matching yellow bottom and handed them to Steph. "Put these on."

Steph flushed, realizing her adventure in this store was just beginning, and headed to the changing room.

"Actually," the clerk said, "those are a bit tricky to figure out. Why don't you let me help you with them."

"Ok." Steph stood in the changing room door, holding the curtain open for him.

"Let's do it out here," the clerk said, "I'm not allowed in the changing room with a customer. Company policy."

So Steph walked back to the middle of the store, all eyes on her. Her breasts bounced magnificently in the barely-there strips of fabric her top had become as she strutted to the clerk, the rest of us, and the mirror.

He had her stand facing the mirror again, and took his place behind her. Steph stood nervously, her legs pressed together.

The clerk took the yellow bottom from Steph. Like the top, it was a small triangle with three loops at the corners, but on one corner, a couple of inches of string separated the triangle from the loop Two more loops were in the middle of the opposite side. A long string went through those four loops.

He held the triangle in front of her crotch with the short string hanging toward the floor. "Hold this to yourself while I remove your thong."

Steph pressed the new bottom to herself and the clerk kneeled behind her. "Spread your legs a little, please?"

She complied and the clerk slowly, tantalizingly, lowered her thong, exposing her ass to the gathered crowd.

As the thing hit the floor, Steph kicked it aside, standing in the middle of a surf shop in nothing but a barely-there bikini top and the matching bottom held in front of her. The clerk's face was an inch from her bare ass, and had he stuck out his tongue, he'd have tasted her pussy.

The store was electrified with sexual energy and in an instant, smelled of Steph's pussy. We all knew that she was getting turned on putting on a show for us.

The clerk put a hand on top of Steph's holding the bottom in place and guided it down, while simultaneously taking hold of the short string and pulling it through her legs, his fingers half an inch from her most intimate place. "Keep holding on," he instructed, as he ran the long string through the four loops across Steph's hips and through the loop now at the top of her ass crack. he tied a bow at her hip and stood back.

The suit sat so low on her that a few pubes tufted out but was so small it was clear to everyone there that she shaved and left only a strip of hair on top. The string between her legs disappeared into her ass; I wanted to grab her and show her how hard she made me.

"How's that look? How do you feel?" The clerk asked.

Steph slowly turned and admired herself in the mirror. "I look great," she sighed, clearly aroused. "Can I just pay for it and walk out of here?"

"We're not done," the clerk said, returning his hands to her hips and bringing her back to the mirror.

Just like the triangles of the bikini top, this triangle was made to shrink, and so the clerk pulled the fabric triangle into a strip just like the ones of her top. More pubic hair showed out of the sides of her narrowed bikini bottom.

Steph opened her mouth and quietly moaned as the clerk's hands entered her public hair while adjusting the suit. She sighed as his hands returned to her hips.

"Sexier?"

Steph spun slowly, watching the store gape. "I like it."

The tall blonde we'd seen looking at swimwear was obviously inspired by the beginning of Steph's show. When the clerk had gone to find the bottoms for Steph, the blonde had disappeared into that back room of racier swimsuits. As Steph wowed the store with her shrunken, sexy, suit, the blonde emerged from the changing room.

She was gorgeous and toned. And nearly naked. On the bottom, she had on a tiny g-string that covered only the essentials. She couldn't have hidden any pubes under it, and it was so thin her pussy lips were clearly outlined, as was a prominent bar that pierced her clitoral hood. On top, she was wearing only her hands, cupping her breasts. 

The blonde walked over to the clerk in the middle of the store and asked for his help finding a coverup for the boardwalk. As they went off, Steph came over to me.

"I thought I couldn't get more daring this morning," she said, "but that chick threw down the gauntlet."

"I'm enjoying the show - please don't stop."

"When the clerk adjusted my suit, I thought I was going to cum right there!"

"I know I was about to cream my pants."

The blonde found her coverup - it didn't cover much up - and the clerk rang her up before coming back to Steph, still exposed in the middle of the store.

"You want to see what really makes this suit special?" He asked.

"Please."

"Hold your breasts."

Steph cupped her tits and the clerk untied the string around her chest and pulled it out.

"Actually, he said, just use one hand on your breasts, because you'll need the other on your bottoms."

Steph adjusted, and as her hands slid in place, he untied the string that sat at her hips.

He took one of the longer strings and ran it through the loops at the top of her bikini bottom, his fingers in Steph's pubic hair. She blushed and squirmed a little. He did the same with the other string.

He tied some knots, and then ran one of the strings up to her breast and through the loops at the base of her top. He repeated the motion with the other side. As he put Steph's suit together, he ran his hands all along her breasts, nudging her covered nipples with his knuckles and touching as much skin as he could without being too obvious.

The clerk moved behind her again, and took the strings that ran from the front of her bikini bottom - still a small, scrunched strip of fabric - to her breasts on either side, and brought them behind her. He kneeled, his face an inch from her bare ass.

"Spread your legs, honey," he said, "the string part of the g-string has gotten lost."

Steph spread her legs to shoulder distance; far wider than he'd need. She leaned forward, too, putting his face right at her pussy.

As the clerk reached for the dangling string, Steph caught my eye. She winked at me and blew me a kiss.

Then she slid the bikini bottom higher on her belly, bringing the loop the clerk was looking for right next to the lips of her pussy. His hand found its mark, and Steph leaned further forward, putting her pussy in the clerk's face.

This time, he got the hint. His hand worked her clit as he slipped his tongue inside her. Steph's arms went to the mirror in front of her as she leaned further forward, forcing the clerk's face further into her and, simultaneously, dropping her suit, which dangled from her neck.

Steph looked in the mirror and recognized her nakedness and her audience. The thrill of the exposure pushed her over the edge. She cried out as the waves of her orgasm hit.

The clerk stood up and wiped Steph's juices off his face. As she recovered and her breathing slowed, he finished tying her suit together.

"It's on the house," he said.

Steph, silent from both shock at her actions and a little embarrassed, mumbled and looked at the floor. We bundled her clothes and left in a hurry.

"I can't believe I just did that," Steph said as we left the surf shop where she'd buried the clerk's face in her pussy. "And I can't believe I'm wearing this," she added, looking down at the three small strips of fabric connected by strings and hardly covering her. A few trimmed red pubes, matching her red hair, tufted from the bottom strip that only just covered her pussy.

"You're sure to turn heads," I said, "and that's what you wanted."

We walked toward the boardwalk and the beach. "Shit," she said, "we forgot to get you a suit."

"I'm happy just watching you."

"That's not how this is going to work," Steph said, taking my arm and dragging me to a shop off the boardwalk. "And I need a coverup and some sunscreen."

We started looking at men's suits. I found a pair of boardshorts that I thought might do, but Steph would have none of that. She held up a thong. "My butt's too hairy," I demurred.

I went to the changing room with a speedo and a pair of snug-looking shorts. If Steph was going to flaunt her body, she wanted company.

The young woman, maybe 19, who worked at the store counted my items as she opened the curtain to the changing room for me. The store's uniform seemed to be for clerks to wear the beachwear they sold. She wore a black and white polka dot string bikini that showed off her toned, tan legs and cleavage that was hard to look away from. The white shirt she wore on top had a deep-v neck that left her cleavage and some of her bikini top on display. Pinned to her chest was a name badge: Natalie.

Natalie looked me and the swimwear I was going to try on up and down. "Let me know if you need any help," she said with a wink, "anything at all."

I went into the changing room and closed the curtain. Taking a deep breath, I stripped nude. Here was my moment of truth.

I put on the speedo. I'd never worn anything that drew such attention to my cock in public before, and it the idea was turning me on some.

I opened the curtain and walked into the storeroom floor. Steph had gone off looking for a coverup - I saw her look at me from a ways away and flash me a big smile.

Natalie, however, was right there to help.

"How does it look?" I asked nervously.

She walked around me, taking in my whole body.

She reached for my hips and ran her fingers around the waistband of the speedo, just inches from my cock, tugging here and there at the suit. She knelt behind me and did the same along the part of the suit covering my bum. "You've got a nice ass," she said, gently caressing it. She wasn't helping my growing arousal, which was still pretty much under control.

"Turn around."

I turned, and Natalie, still kneeling, had her face right in front of my covered cock. The outline of my cock was clear.

"I've never worn one of these before," I said, "and have no idea how to, uh, arrange the goods." I'd gone with pointing my cock down.

"Try having your," she paused, looking for the word, "manhood pointing up."

I headed toward the changing room.

"No - just adjust right here, no need to be embarrassed."

So, facing Natalie, whose eyes were still at cock-level, I slid my hand into the speedo and moved my cock to point at my chin. The waistband threatened to expose me, but my cock came just shy of making it gape.

"You've really got something to work with here," she said. "May I?"

I nodded and Natalie reached into the suit. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and then found their way south to my balls, which she caressed. I was getting hard, and the tip of my cock was beginning to escape from the top of the suit. I leaked a small amount of precum.

"This won't do," Natalie said, "we can't stain a suit before you buy it." She moved closer. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to catch my precum, and she stuffed my cock back into the suit.

"Why don't you try on the other one?"

I returned to the changing room and stripped out of the speedo. As it hit the floor, the curtain opened and Natalie swiftly entered, closing the curtain behind her. "Concierge service," she said by way of explanation. "And I want that cock inside me."

Natalie's bikini bottoms joined my speedo on the floor. She sat me down on the chair in the changing room and straddled me. I snuck a hand between her legs - she was sopping wet. "Fuck me," she whispered, and I slid my cock inside her. The illicit thrill of fucking in the dressing room, only a thin curtain separating us from the store got us both going. Natalie was thrashing on my cock as she approached a climax, and I felt one building in me too. 

"What's going on in here?" The curtain opened and it was Steph. "Can I buy this wrap?" She asked, winking at me.

Natalie and I separated and she went to help Steph while I put on the second suit.

I emerged from the changing room in a very snug suit that had a very little bit of fabric down my legs. But it was much thinner than the speedo - you could see every vein in my cock.

Natalie and Steph were both waiting for me. "Buy that one," they said in unison.

As she rang me up, Natalie invited me to her parents' house, where there would be a pool party later that evening. She wrote down the address and insisted that Steph and I come "so we can finish what we started. I'm going to be so wet all day waiting for your fine cock."

Steph and I walked to the beach.



Steph's New Life Ch. 05



We found a spot on the beach next to a group of college kids: three girls in small bikinis and two guys in ordinary trunks. We laid out our towels and decided to try the water first. It was too cold to stay in for long, so we quickly returned to our towels. The college kids had been watching and sucking on their beers. Judging by the stack of empties, they were having a good time.

"Can you guys help lather us up?" Steph asked the college kids. One of the guys, tall, with the sharp cheekbones and chiseled abs that make women melt came over to her and the one of the girls - a beauty whose suit emphasized her generous cleavage and tan legs - to me. Steph and I lay on our fronts, and let them work us over.

My girl's hands felt fantastic. She massaged the lotion into my back and moved down toward my trunks, and then she started at my feet and worked her way up. He hands ran up and down the top of my thighs, and then she did the outside, and then her hands slowly crept up the inside of my thighs.

"Spread your legs some for me," she breathed, stepping between my legs and leaning her chest against my back, her hands inches from my balls and her mouth at my neck. She rubbed the lotion into my exposed thighs and then ran a finger around the leg holes of my tight suit.

"We shouldn't leave anything exposed, should we?" She asked as she slid her hands under my suit and around my thighs, brushing against my balls as she pulled them out and moved her hands to the top of my suit, which got the same treatment.

"Turn around," she said. 

I laid on my back, facing the lovely young woman in her skimpy bikini. My cock was hard and obvious. My masseuse introduced herself. "I'm Jenny," she said.

"Harvey."

She quickly did the front of my legs and then straddled me for access to my chest, grinding her bikini-covered pussy right into me. She slowly rubbed the lotion in with her hands, but her hips moved right along with her hands.

"You've got a nice touch, Jenny," I said.

"And you've got a nice chest, Harvey," she said, and then leaned in, her breasts pressed against my chest, "and a nice cock."

I glanced over at Steph and saw that she was getting a similar treatment. Since her suit covered almost nothing, she was being worked over very thoroughly. Her boy had his hands all over her, and Steph was cooing her appreciation.

When Steph's boy finished, after keeping his paws on her as long as he could make any excuse to, Steph rearranged her suit to cover herself back up.

We made introductions. The girls, in addition to Jenny, were Samantha and Alyssa, each more delicious than the next, and the guys were John, who'd been feeling Steph up, and Harold.

Harold opened new beers for all of us.

They were high school friends on the beach for the last days before their senior year at different colleges. They'd each been working all summer and hadn't had a chance for the crazy adventures they had promised each other on Memorial day.

"What were you going to do?" I asked.

"Well," Jenny said, "Harold's still a virgin, and we were going to fix that."

Harold blushed and looked at Steph, who smiled.

"And none of us have been to an orgy," Jenny continued.

"Jenny just wanted a summer of non-stop sex since she dumped her cheating ex in May," Samantha retorted, "and she's projecting her lustful appetites onto all of us."

"Samantha uses that same psychology crap to explain why she can't pick up men in bars," Alyssa added.

"It was just that once, jerk!"

John tried to be the voice of reason: "It's our last summer to be kids, and I guess we all kinda want to go wild while before we go back to school and then all too soon have to find a real job."

"I've got an idea," Steph said, "if one of you has a camera."

Samantha fished one out of her bag.

"We're going to make each of you the photo album of your wild summer. We'll act out your wildest fantasies of what the summer could have been and you'll have the pictures to remember them by. We'll obviously be constrained by the venues and props we've got here, but it looks like there's a bar up there."

They thought about it for only a moment before agreeing. "Who wants to go first?" Steph asked.

Jenny spoke up first: "How're we going to take a picture of Harold losing his virginity? Samantha, Alyssa, and I are basically like your sisters."

Steph took control. "How did you imagine it going, Harold?"

"Well," he started, "I guess it could happen in a bar. I approach a woman, buy her a drink, and we flirt for a while, getting friendly. I kiss her, and then she lets me feel her up at the bar. I guess we don't have a bedroom here, so maybe we make love in the bathroom or a dark hallway?"

"I'm pretty sure that no one makes love in a bar bathroom," Samantha giggled, "that's called fucking."

"Ok, Harold," Steph interrupted, "I'll be your co-star. Alyssa, will you take pictures?"

Steph sent Alyssa and Harold to the bar ahead of her and stayed behind to change. She needed a short skirt for easy access - Jenny had one. After Steph put Jenny's skirt on, we re-tied the bikini top to its most conservative, but still quite revealing triangles and Steph let the g-string bottom land on the beach towel. She set off for Harold's bar adventure.

"What'll we do while we wait?" Samantha asked.

"How about spin the bottle?" Jenny replied, grinning at me.

John found an empty bottle and put it in the sand between the four of us remaining. It pointed to Samantha, who crawled over to him, sat in his lap, placed a hand on his chest, and gave him a quick peck. John reached for her head and pulled her in for a deeper kiss. After a minute, Jenny separated them.

Samantha returned to her towel and spun. The bottle landed on Jenny, who shrugged and leaned into Samantha for a quick kiss. Jenny didn't spin; she just pointed the bottle to me.

Jenny pushed me to lie on my back, then straddled me. Her lips met mine for a salty, beery kiss. And another. She pressed her breasts into my bare chest and grabbed my neck as she pulled me in for another. I got her hint and grabbed her ass, pulling her bikini-covered pussy into my growing erection.

"Enough, you two," Samantha called.

Jenny sat up, still pressing our crotches together. "Ok," she said, "but I'm not moving."

Samantha handed me the bottle to spin, and I just pointed the bottle to Jenny.

I rolled us over, so Jenny's back was on the sand. Her hands pulled my ass into her, and we kissed, deeply.

John and Samantha had had enough. "We're off to take a quick dip," John called.

Jenny and I stayed put, dry-humping on the beach, her bare legs wrapped around me, until Alyssa, Harold, and Steph returned.

Steph cleared her throat and Jenny and I sheepishly separated. John and Samantha must have seen them return, as they ran up shortly from the water.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

Harold had brought a tablet to the beach that could show the pictures from the camera, so we gathered round a the small but not tiny screen for the slideshow.

There were some pictures of Harold at the bar, and then Steph walking in. A photo showed Harold talking to the bartender ("that's when I sent a drink over!" Harold proudly told us) and then the two of them sitting next to each other. Then Harold's hand was on Steph's thigh, and then they kissed, with his hand on her breasts.

The next few pictures showed them kissing, but with Harold's hand up Steph's short skirt and Steph's head thrown back, enjoying herself. And then there was a picture of them headed, hand-in hand, to the back of the bar. And then a shot of Harold pinning Steph to a wall, a hand on her breast and one between her legs. Her hands were on his swim trunks.

"Ooooooh," Jenny gushed, "this is about to get good!"

In the next shot, Harold's cock was out and hard, his trunks halfway down his legs. Steph crouched in front of him, her lips at the tip of his cock and her skirt at her waist, exposing a hungry pussy. Samantha blushed and turned to Harold: "I didn't know you were packing that monster!"

"I'll say," Jenny chimed in, "if I had known, you wouldn't have stayed a virgin so long!"

In the next picture, Steph's legs were around Harold and her lips on his neck. Her skirt was hiked up, but Harold's body hid the action from the camera.

"Now you go softcore?" Samantha harangued Alyssa. "Did they actually fuck?"

Alyssa smiled and showed the next snapshot. They had moved to the bathroom, as evidenced by the sink Steph was sitting on, her legs splayed wide. Harold stood between them, his cock at the entrance to Steph's pussy.

The next shot showed Harold's cock halfway in, ecstatic expressions on both their faces. And the last picture was of Steph on the sink with Harold's cum on her belly. None of us could take our eyes away from the picture, imagining what had happened between the shots and fantasizing about the rest of our day.

Samantha was the first to speak. "I'm next."

She wanted to go skinny dipping in a crowded beach.

Samantha, Alyssa, and Jenny set off to make the moment happen and capture it forever, while Steph, Harold, John, and I sat in mostly stunned silence. We sipped from our beers and watched the girls from a distance. Alyssa was on the beach with the camera, while Samantha and Jenny got in the water where it was the most crowded. They were too far away for us to see what was going on, so we chatted until their return.

Alyssa set up the slideshow again, starting with Samantha running, bikini-clad, into the surf. A sequence of shots had her getting deeper into the water until the surf was at her chest. Then a photograph of her holding her bikini top above her head, and tossing it in the air, surrounded by mostly oblivious onlookers.

The next shot was of her clearly fumbling with something below the surface of the water, and the next of her bottoms thrown over her head. Jenny had apparently caught her suit parts off-camera to make the walk back less embarrassing, but the next shot showed Samantha being approached by a teenaged boy who must have seen her display.

"He wanted to race me back to the shore," Samantha said, "so I told him I would, on one condition: that he lose his swimsuit. He didn't bite."

"Which was a shame," she added, "because the way he looked at me was turning me on enough I might have done it!"

The next picture had Samantha in water up to her belly-button, holding her breasts in one hand and looking for her suit top with the other, enlisting other people on the beach, too. Jenny let it go near a handsome young man who gallantly returned it and, in the next shot, stood behind Samantha helping her tie it on.

"His cock was just sort-of hard, but right up next to my bare ass," Samantha reported, "and it was great."

Something similar was happening in the next shot, except Samantha's hands were behind her head while her first savior was holding her bikini bottom to her - "his fingers so close to my pussy!" - while two women tied the sides.

Samantha reported that she had made sure to get the guy's number.

John was next. His wild summer fantasy was to be a photographer of a bikini fashion shoot. "Like Sports Illustrated," he said.

Samantha, having just been a bikini model, volunteered to be one of his subjects. I offered to take pictures of John taking pictures if it would get Alyssa to model her suit, too. Begrudgingly, she agreed.

I used Jenny's phone to take my pictures; John took the camera from Alyssa.

We moved down the beach, away from most of the crowd, and set up near the shore. Samantha insisted on going first. "Where do you want me?" she asked.

John had her stand in the surf, the waves licking the crotch of her bikini bottom. And then he had her take her top off, holding the top in one hand while covering her breasts with the other. John took the top from her and coached Samantha toward the shore and had her lie down on her back, her feet in the sea, her breasts, still covered by her hands, out in the air. She pushed her breasts together for him, and then she rolled over on her front. John took his time getting Samantha arranged just right for the right cleavage display.

I realized that John's pictures, taken with a real camera and closer to the action, were going to be better mementos than any I took, so I decided to browse through Jenny's pictures. I can't say I'm good with phones, so I ended up started at the beginning. It looked like prom pictures. Jenny was all dressed up, holding on to a young man in a tux. Then there were some pictures of young women, clearly drunk, sticking their tongues out at the camera phone. Freshman year, I figured. And there was also a picture of Jenny in a matching lace bra-and-panty set, looking real good. She must have taken that for a boyfriend, I figured.

In the next set of pictures, Jenny looked older - sophomore year, I guessed - and the parties were racier - there was a foam party, where it looked like everyone was in their underpants, and some underwear keg stands immortalized in pixels. And then there was a penis. Big, with hairy balls. And hard.

"That's Dylan." Jenny had snuck up behind me and was watching me go through her pictures. "Look at the next one." Her bikini-covered breasts pressed into my back and her hands wrapped around my waist as she moved in closer. I clicked to the next picture.

The same hard cock, but this time glistening. "Want to know why it's wet?" Jenny asked. "Go to the next picture."

The next picture was taken from further back. The man, Dylan, I guess, was on his back, and it must have been him holding the camera. On top of him, impaled on that cock, was Jenny. Naked. Hot. Messy. In the picture, Jenny was clearly having the fuck of her life, her head thrown back, her mouth open. And she looked fine. Her breasts, caught in the moment, perched like perfect teardrops on her chest. Her flat stomach glistened with sweat. I was hard in a moment and Jenny's hand was on my cock.

"Maybe you can do that to me later," she said, "but take some pictures of John in the meantime."

I turned my attention back to the shore, where John was just finishing up with Samantha. She was covered in sand, rolling on the beach in just her bikini bottoms. He had her sit up and took one last picture: Samantha, topless, her tits and chest covered with enough sand to make the picture decent. I snapped a shot of John capturing the moment.

Samantha got into the water to wash the sand off and put her top back on. Alyssa was next.

By this time, there was a small crowd watching the show. I made sure to get pictures of them watching.

Alyssa posed on the beach, arching her back to John's direction. Pretty soon, like Samantha had been, she was topless and covered in sand. She stood on the beach, pushing her breasts together for the camera, her hair a sandy mess. 

Then John got an idea. "Anyone have a white t-shirt?" He called into the crowd. Someone tossed him one. He had Alyssa put it on and get into the water. As she came out, he took picture after picture of the shirt plastered to her, giving us a vision of her fantastic breasts topped by small, sharp nipples. The shirt came to just below Alyssa's bikini bottom, which must have given him the next idea.

Following John's instructions, Alyssa lifted the right side of her wet shirt enough to show the camera the tie on her bikini bottom. And then she slowly untied it. The next shot had her standing, legs spread, arms at her sides, the wet shirt hardly concealing her bare breasts, with the untied half of her bikini bottom dangling under her shirt. Then she tugged the suit down and stood in only a wet t-shirt, plastered to her like a second skin.

John took pictures; the crowd took pictures; and I took pictures of them taking pictures.

John wasn't ready to be finished with his time as a bikini photographer, even though his model had just shed her bikini. He called me and Steph over, so I handed the camera phone to Jenny.

John had me stand behind close Alyssa, who pushed her ass into my hard-on. Then he placed my hand on her pussy, covering it as Steph slowly lifted Alyssa's shirt and John (and the assembled crowd) snapped pictured. I didn't dare slip a finger inside her, but I did firmly press my palm into her clit. Alyssa moaned.

Before Steph exposed Alyssa's tits, John moved Alyssa's hands to behind her head and had me put my free arm across her chest, covering her up. John went back to taking pictures and Steph stripped Alyssa of her only clothing.

Which left me and naked Alyssa standing in front of a crowd of people, with only my hands covering her pussy and breasts, with John taking pictures. Alyssa arched her back, pushing her naked ass into my hard cock and putting her lips next to me ear. "Finger me," she whispered.

I took a deep breath and slowly let me middle finger find her wet entrance. And she was wet; this display was turning her on something fierce.

As John continued snapping photos, Alyssa spread her legs, allowing me easier access. I slid my finger in, little by little, and found her g-spot. Alyssa gasped.

John told Alyssa to hold her own tits, and so I moved my arm to hold her waist, while I continued to work my finger inside her. And then John interrupted us with a new idea. He came over with Alyssa's bikini bottom and tied it back on her, sliding my hand away as he did, to Alyssa and my disappointment.

Then John had me lie on my back on the sand, and pointed Alyssa, still holding her bare breasts, to straddle my crotch. She rubbed her bikini bottom into my tiny suit, getting us both hot and bothered while John took pictures. Then John untied her bottom again, leaving it between us. 

John wanted to protect at least some of Alyssa's modesty from the crowd with their cameras, but at that point, Alyssa and I wanted to fuck for John's camera.

It wasn't to be, though. Jenny rushed over to us with Alyssa's top. John had had enough time for his fantasy and Jenny wanted her turn before it got dark.

As Alyssa put her bikini back together and the crowd dispersed, the seven of us regrouped.

We asked Jenny what her summer fantasy was, prepared for something wild - she did seem like the wild, reckless, fun-loving one of the bunch.

"I want to go into that bar, have body shots taken off of me by strangers, dance topless on the bar, and then get fucked by two guys in the bathroom."

She wasn't kidding - and we'd make it happen for her, because a promise it a promise.