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The Adventures of Hilda

By: CAP811



April 28, 2007

Dear Diary,

I don't know why everyone says riding a bicycle is so easy, because it isn't. Maybe I'm just not the athletic type. Anyway, today I finally bought a new 10-speed bike and tried it out in Bradford Park near my apartment.

It was such a nice warm day, so welcome after our long cold New England winter. I wore my dark green knit sweater over my lacy bra, the one that is a bit loose because you know how I hate to wear tight clothing.

My skirt was also loose, the short cream-colored one that I call my gypsy skirt. So, I was riding along, and doing pretty well, but I began to go too fast. There was a busy roadway on the right of the biking path, so I swerved to the left and onto a grassy area at the edge of a slope. I put on the brakes. But as I came to a stop, that darn bike started to teeter and fall. So I leaped off and landed on my bottom which hurt a bit. It wasn't so bad because the grass was thick there.

Diary, you just won't believe what happened then. The grass was wet too, and so slippery that I began to slide down the slope on my butt! I began calling, "Oh, oh jeez!" especially when my skirt rode up to my waist! There were people below me, on the walking path and sitting on benches, and they could see my pale yellow panties, the silk ones with lace trim!

As if that weren't bad enough, my panties began to ride up too. And they are practically see-through. I was horrified when I felt how they drew so tight. I'm sure everyone saw the outline of my pussy lips, not to mention my pubic hair that I keep trimmed, which is thin anyway. There were even some tufts of hair peeking out of my panties. I'll bet people didn't think they'd see all that when they came to the park today!

By the time I stopped myself with my feet, my face was beet red. Everyone was staring at me, looking straight at my 'you know what,' and I was so mortified. I just wanted to get back up the slope. I pushed down my skirt and made it about half way but the doggone grass was so slick. I fell again, this time on my stomach, and began to slide down the hill again. I could feel my skirt riding up, and my panties too, which bunched in my butt crack.

Anyway, Diary, by the time I stopped myself, I could feel a cool breeze on my bottom, so I knew that now all the folks around could see my naked butt cheeks. It was awful! I turned over so as to hide my butt, but then I discovered that as I had slid down the hill, my sweater had pulled up too, taking my bra with it.

So there I sat, with my boobs on full display to everyone! I'm sure they could see how long my nipples are, and how dark my areolae are. Oh, I just about died of embarrassment! I pulled down my bra and sweater, but was so flustered that when I stood up, I fell on my stomach again. So, everyone got another look at my bare butt! I could hear people laughing, and I felt so humiliated. I put my hands on the ground and slowly worked my way back up the slope. 

From the way I was bent over, I'm sure people could still see my butt cheeks, but by then I didn't care. I just wanted to get on my bike and ride away as fast as possible. Oh my face was burning red! Why do these things happen to me? I was picking up my bike, which had caused it all, when this guy about my age came up to me.

"Miss, are you okay?" he said. I think he had been down below the slope and saw what happened. I'll bet he enjoyed the show, ha-ha! He was cute, with kinda wavy dark hair and blue eyes. You know how I like blue eyes. 

I was still flustered, and said, "I don't know how it happened. The slope ... the wet grass ... I couldn't stop myself."

"You handled it very well," he said. "My name is Tim Alston, by the way."

"I'm Hilda MacGillicuddy," I replied. He smiled because I guess he thought that was a funny name. I get it a lot. He did seem sweet, and I could sense he was a good person. He went on, "You're a pretty girl, Hilda. Could we meet for drinks sometime? Or even dinner?"

Well, I was flattered, because he was better looking than most guys I date. "You want to got out with me?" I said, "after what just happened?"

"Oh, forget it," he laughed. "Hardly anyone noticed." I think he said that to be nice.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Of course. Hilda, you really are quite attractive and charming. I'd love to get to know you."

"Well, perhaps dinner then," I told him. But Diary, here is the shocking part. I was standing there talking to Tim, still thinking about what had happened, and I realized that my pussy felt tingly, and wet like a ripe juicy peach. When I thought about how this guy had seen my butt cheeks and my boobs, well, I became all warm. Isn't that the strangest thing? I was still humiliated and yet somehow turned on that Tim and all those other people had seen so much of me.

Diary, I was like that the rest of the day. When I thought about how complete strangers saw my panties and even what's in them, my heart started to beat fast. And I liked it. I know I shouldn't be this way, because I'm a nice girl. But I got butterflies in my stomach, and I enjoyed that feeling.

May 1, 2007

Well Diary, my first date with Tim was eventful, to say the least. We had dinner at a nice little Italian place. Later, with it still warm, we walked along the promenade by the lake. They had large stone blocks for people to sit on and take in the view. After a few moments I said, "Tim, some ice cream sure would taste good."

He went to a vendor a short distance away, looking back to wave at me. Then I saw this large black beetle on a direct path to my right foot. Well, you know how insects scare me. So I raised up my foot to avoid it. But then, Diary, this sudden urge came over me! I hiked up my leg and rested it on the block. 

I don't know why I did it. I mean, my skirt slipped most of the way up my leg. I knew that now anyone around could not only see my panties, but also my inner thighs, the lace top of my hose, and the ribbons connecting my hose to my white garter belt. They could see everything! And I didn't care! I had butterflies in my stomach again, thinking, Oh, I'm a naughty girl. It really turned me on. 

My heart was beating so fast. But I forced myself to sit there. Several guys, maybe in their thirties, came along and had a good view of my panties, the pale pink ones with little red roses embroidered on them. Supporting myself with my arms behind me, I just looked out at the lake, as if I had no idea I was showing myself off like that.

This teenager came from the other direction, and looked back to see my undies, and boy were his eyes big! By now I was getting damp down there, I was so excited. Then an older lady came by. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Honey, put your leg down. Everyone can see your panties."

I did what she said, and held my hands to my face, pretending to be embarrassed. My face was red, so I guess I was, but oh Diary, it felt so good. Tim came back with our ice cream then, and said to me, "Are you blushing?"

"Of course not," I replied, still nervous. "Why should I be blushing?" 

I knew Tim had seen my panties. He'd seen me act shamefully. I thought he might be mad, but Diary, there was such a gleam in his eye! We pretended nothing had happened. But gosh, I was so turned on, my panties really damp by now. If Tim had wanted to lay me down on the grass behind the promenade and take me, I guess I would have let him. Aren't I awful! 

May 18, 2007

Dear Diary,

Oh, I'm trembling so I can hardly write. It's past midnight and Tim just left my apartment, but I must tell you what a wonderful day it's been. It started when Tim and I went to see the Red Sox play some other team. I wore my pleated summer skirt, the one with a belt, and my new high-cut French knickers. I love them! They're ivory silk, trimmed in black French lace at the waist. They are a size too large, and I suppose that's why it happened.

Anyway, one of the Red Sox hit the ball a long way and began to run around the bases. Everyone was up yelling for him, Tim and I included. We jumped up and down, and when it was over, guess what? My knickers had fallen down to my ankles! Now that's embarrassing! I panicked and pulled them back up real fast. After I'd drawn them up over my bottom, I knew something was wrong, because now I could feel the breeze on my knickers.

We were in a row just below an aisle, and I heard people walking by, laughing and saying, "Uh oh, look at her." We were still standing, so after a minute, I whispered to Tim, "Sweetie, can you take a look at my butt?"

"What!" he said.

"Just do it," I went on. "I feel a draft." So Tim looked back at my bottom and saw that when I had pulled my knickers up, the hem of the skirt got stuck in my belt. Everyone could see my pretty French knickers, and even the black garter belt I'd worn to hold up my nude hose.

Tim laughed and said, "Hilda darling, you've done it again!" Everyone else laughed too, and was I red in the face! But at the same time I felt all warm and damp down in my secret place. I still don't understand why, but when I have these little mishaps, I feel soo sexy. 

For some reason, Tim seemed to lose interest in the game after that. We left during the sixth inning, grabbed a bite to eat, but Tim kept looking at me so odd. I'm a shy, naive girl, but even I know what that look on a man's face means. He isn't thinking about baseball, dear Diary!

By the time we got back to my apartment, I was practically wet down there. We just about tore each other's clothes off. And finally made love! Wonderful, ecstatic, hot jungle love! Tim is a terrific lover, so gentle, and yet strong. I blush to say this, but I love his cock. It's smooth and cream-colored, with a big pink head, and let me tell you, it fills a girl up! Oh my! I had an orgasm right away, and when Tim saw that I was coming, he climaxed too.

Believe it or not, that was only the beginning. He kept kissing me all over, sucking my nipples, and after a while I felt so wild I had the impulse to kiss that delightful cock of his. I thought it might taste funny, having been in my pussy, but it was kinda fun. Then I began to lick it, and Tim said, "Oh baby, aah yess!" He sure liked what I was doing!

Well of course I couldn't stop there, so next thing I know I'm taking his cock into my mouth. As you know I've never done that before, but Tim is such a sweet puppy I really wanted to. I slid his cock all the way to the back of my mouth and held it, then released it, and took him again and again like that. And boy did he get hard!

I was wondering if Tim would come in my mouth, and I was so turned on I would have let him! But he pulled me up and said, "Honey, let me do you." I wanted to be clean for him, so I went to the bathroom and washed myself down there. When I came back, Tim did something I wasn't expecting. He said, "Hilda, sweetheart, put on your undies again."

I couldn't imagine why. But I sat on the bed and drew on my hose, and fastened them to my garter belt, and finally put on my knickers, really slow. Tim gazed at me like a man in a spell! His cock was so hard, but he only wanted to caress and kiss my undies. Then he laid me on the bed and pulled down my French knickers. Oh, the look on his face when he saw my pussy again!

Well gosh, Diary, I never knew anything could feel so good as a man's tongue on a girl's damp open pussy. It was heaven! Tim went slow, and kissed and licked me so nice, covering my lips and everywhere. He found my sweet spot, my clitoris, and began to move his tongue over it and suck it, but very gentle, like a man should.

You can imagine what happened next, Diary! When I climaxed it was like a thousand volts of electricity through me! I held poor Tim's face to my pussy because I didn't want it to end. On and on it went, sweeping over me like a tidal wave and I was helpless to do anything except let my body ride it out!

Tim really wanted to be in me again, but I was so sensitive down there I made him go extra slow as he glided his cock into me. Oh, he was an eager boy! But he took his time and anyway I was so wet that before long I was enjoying it as much as Tim. He had an orgasm right away, but when he saw that I was getting close, that sweet guy kept doing it. He was plenty hard, so after a while I climaxed again as well.

Oh, I love that man, dear Diary! We went at each other like minks, for hours it seemed. I know I'll be sore down there. Tim was totally exhausted when he left. I've never seen a man so drained! And to think it was all because I accidentally showed my knickers at a ball game! 

June 21, 2007

Dear Diary,

I just do not understand men! Today Tim and I went to the municipal pool. I wore my new bikini, made of nylon/spandex in green and blue swirls. And yes, I should have bought a smaller size. I know that now.

I wanted to show Tim how well I can dive, so I climbed up to the high board, which most girls won't try. Well, I don't want to brag, but my dive was darn good. I went deep into the water and then climbed out, expecting Tim to be impressed that his girl could dive from the high board.

I walked toward him, but he only looked at me, his eyes wide. Lots of other swimmers were staring too. I was having trouble walking, and guess why? It seems that when I hit the water on my dive, the force pushed down my bikini bottom. And I do mean down!

Oh golly was it embarrassing. The bikini bottom was pushed so low on me that everyone could see my pubic mound and part of my pussy lips! And Diary, you remember how I wrote last week that I gave myself a bikini wax down there. So my mons and my lips were bare. People could see everything I have!

Well, I kinda gasped and said, "Ooh!" especially when I reached back and realized that just about all of my butt was on display too. Of course I quickly pulled up that darn bikini bottom but it was too late. People had already gotten a good look at Hilda, let me tell you Diary!

But here is the funny part. I was sure Tim would be angry with me, and bawl me out for being such a ditz. But he only looked at me with that funny gleam in his eye. Pretty soon he said, "I'm ready to go anytime you are, Hilda." A minute later he said it again. So we left and went to my apartment. 

We'd planned to cook hamburgers for supper on the grill out on the balcony, but Tim had other ideas. I had worn my T-shirt and shorts over my bikini, and Tim asked me to take them off and wear just my bikini. So I did.

Then this crazy idea came to me. I said, "Tim, how about if I pull down the bottom of my bikini, like at the swimming pool, hmm?"

And oh my, his eyes got big, and he whimpered, "Oh yes Hilda, please, do it!"

So I pulled them down, showing him just what everyone had seen at the pool. I walked around, feeling so sexy, and I said, "Do you like that, Tim honey? Does it turn you on?"

Well, I guess it did! Tim fell to his knees and grabbed me and began to kiss my pussy lips and then turned me around and kissed my butt. And they weren't light kisses either! He planted his lips full against my cheeks, and even in my butt crack! He was like a wild man, moaning and kissing my bare ass. 

Well, Diary, you know what came next. Tim pulled off my bikini and his own clothes and carried me naked to the bed. Our love-making was the best it's been since the first time, and then some! Oh, he can be a tiger! We both sucked and licked and kissed and did just about everything a guy and a girl can do. Twice or three times. It was almost dark before we finally fired up the grill and had supper. We sure worked up an appetite!

Honestly Diary, I didn't mean to make a spectacle of myself at the pool. But it got me excited. I realized how eager I was when Tim began to kiss my pussy. Do you think he also got turned on by my little mishap? Oh well!

July 30, 2007

Dear Diary,

Tim and I have been living together for a month now, but I'm writing this from his parents' home near Barnstable. We drove down yesterday because Tim wanted me to meet his mom Carol and his dad Jack. Things went so well yesterday afternoon. What a shame I had another little misadventure last night.

Both his parents are sweet, and during dinner Carol seemed happy that Tim had met a girl like me. She said I was the kind of old-fashioned girl that a man needs. I wonder what she thinks of me now!

Since Tim and I are living together, his parents had no problem with us sleeping in the bed Tim slept in when he was a boy. Anyway, I've begun to sleep in the nude, so at bedtime, I stripped naked, but then realized I had not yet brushed my teeth. I told Tim what I needed to do, and I put on this pretty knee-length white kimono he gave me for my birthday.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. All I could think about was how much I wanted to make love to Tim in this house. I decided to be really sexy. So I came back and quietly opened the bedroom door. Then I slipped off the kimono and turned on a sconce light so Tim could see me. I cupped my breasts and said in a sultry voice, "Hello lover boy. Do you like what you see?"

It would have been fine except I went into his parents' bedroom by mistake! I could have sworn our bedroom was on the left side of the hallway, but I was wrong! And omigosh, did I feel like a fool when Carol raised up from the bed and saw me standing there stark naked! Her jaw dropped and she said, "Oh, good grief!"

To make matters worse, Tim's dad rose up, blinked twice, and broke into a big grin. "Come in, Hilda," he laughed, "we're all family here!" I was so shocked! I put my hands to my face, just paralyzed with embarrassment. After a few seconds I used one arm to cover my boobs, and put my hand over my pussy, but by then both of them had seen everything. I keep myself clean-shaven down there, so Diary, they even saw my pussy lips!

Carol hit Jack on the shoulder and looked at me so angry. She said, "Hilda! What are you doing in here!" My face was cherry red by now. I grabbed my kimono and opened the door and ran into the hallway. So of course they saw my butt too -- all of me again on display, Diary.

I ran back into our bedroom and jumped into bed with Tim. I said, "Oh gosh, Tim, what have I done! I didn't mean to, honest!"

"What the heck happened?" he asked.

I explained it to him, and told him it was an honest mistake. He just laughed and said, "There, there, it could happen to anyone."

"Can you please go talk to your parents?" I said. "Tell them I'm sorry. I'm so humiliated I can't face them. Not yet."

So he put on his robe, then went and talked to his parents. When he came back and took off the robe, guess what I saw? He was so sexy, standing there in the pale moonlight, naked, with his cock standing stiff and hard. And we hadn't even kissed yet! He got into bed, breathing fast, and started covering me with kisses.

Then I realized, dear Diary, that I was warm and juicy down there, and I couldn't wait for Tim to be in me. Well, he was in me in a flash! He was all frantic like he is sometimes, as if he couldn't wait. I kept saying, "Easy boy, go slow." He did and we both came together, which was soo nice.

I've been with Tim long enough to know that for some reason, when I have a little mishap like tonight, once is not enough. So we went on kissing for a while, and I slid down and kissed and licked his cock. I took it into my mouth and he began to get hard again. I haven't told Tim, but now it kinda turns me on when I suck his cock, because I know how much he loves it.

Well, to make a long story short, I just kept going up and down on his cock, real slow, and taking as much of him as I could in my mouth. After a while I could feel his cock kinda throbbing. For the first time I let Tim come in my mouth, filling it with semen. He was totally ecstatic, holding my hair and crying "Aah jeez, Hilda, that's wonderful!"


The Adventures of Hilda Ch. 02



August 14, 2009 

Dear Diary,

What a day! Now I've seen everything. And when I tell you what happened, you'll agree! It started when we went down to visit Tim's parents. With this heat wave, we decided to spend the day at Plum Cove, their favorite beach.

I might have known something would go wrong because Tim wanted me to wear the bra and panties outfit he bought me on eBay. The panties are the full old-fashioned kind, but they're sheer white chiffon, Diary, and they don't hide anything! When I put them on in front of the bedroom mirror, you could see my pussy lips as plain as day. When I turned around, well, there was my butt crack too.

The bra was sheer too, and didn't hide my nipples or areolae at all. But I thought, oh well, no one will see them under my linen sun dress. Boy was I wrong!

So anyway, the four of us arrived at Plum Cove. We set up this little blue and white tent enclosure, which shelters us from the wind and can be zipped up for privacy when we change into our bathing suits. The guys went back to the car to get lawn chairs, the picnic baskets, and beer. I walked down near the water while Mrs. Alston (after today she lets me call her Carol, dear Diary!) went into the tent to put on her swimsuit.

About that time a man driving a little tractor came along behind me. He was towing a beach cleaner machine, which picks up trash and smoothes the sand. All of a sudden I heard Carol yelling, "Oh good grief! Help! Help!"

I looked around and couldn't believe my eyes, Diary. The beach cleaner had snagged one of the pegs holding our tent enclosure, pulled the whole thing down, and was dragging it along! The driver was listening to his iPod, and did not realize it. And there was Carol lying in the sand stark naked! I guess she'd just taken off all her clothes, including her panties, and put them into the beach bag when it happened. Our bag was gone too, dragged along under the tent!

Well! I ran to Carol as she stood up without a stitch of clothes on. She was in total panic as she covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other. Then she realized that her butt was on display, so she reached back and tried to cover it too. All the time she was gasping and saying, "Ooh! Oooh!"

Well Diary, I sure learned a lot about Carol today! I guess she nursed Tim a lot when he was a baby because her nipples are really thick! Her breasts aren't as big as mine, and they hang down more, and her hips are a bit wider. When she moved her hand away from her pussy to cover her breasts and her butt, I could see that Carol is a natural redhead! She shaves the pubic hair on her legs and abdomen. But a thick patch of auburn hair covers her pubic mound and the rest of her down there. 

Diary, after the rude way Carol treated me that time I accidentally went into her and Jack's bedroom naked, I wanted to say, "Well, Carol, how does it feel? You're completely nude, and everyone is looking at you!"

But I didn't. Instead I said, "I'll try to catch the tractor, Mrs. Alston!" I turned to run after it, but Carol cried, "No, Hilda, you can't leave me here naked!" Her face was almost as red as her hair! Every guy around was staring at her. A few even whistled and said, "Hey honey, what's your phone number?" which I thought was not polite.

There was such a desperate look on Carol's face. And I really do want my mother to like me. So I did something I never imagined I'd do in public, being a proper, modest young lady. I unzipped my dress, stepped out of it, and handed it to her. "Put this on," I said.

She took the dress, but when she saw what I had on under it, she said, "Good grief, Hilda, your undies don't hide anything!"

"Well," I replied, "we have to catch that tractor. There's two of us and only one dress. What do you want to do?"

I guess Carol didn't want to be naked, dear Diary! She stepped into my dress and drew it up over her hips. I turned and went running down the beach in my undies, waving my arms and yelling, "Stop that tractor!"

It seems so ironic. Carol had the 'mishap' and ended up naked, but there I was, also showing way more than a girl is supposed to. Oh it was embarrassing! Diary, I just don't understand how I get into these fixes!

Anyway, not only was my bra see-through, it also didn't provide much support. I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down as I ran. For once I wished they weren't so big! Everyone had their mouth open in surprise. After I ran by, of course, they could see my butt. Those darn panties were so flimsy I could feel my butt cheeks swaying as well.

So on I ran. One woman saw me coming and covered her little boy's eyes. Finally an older woman saw what was happening. She stepped in front of the tractor and made him stop. I caught up, reached under the tent, and grabbed our beach bag.

The driver, meantime, looked back and finally saw what he'd done. "Whoa," he cried, "what's goin' on?" When I turned to run back to Carol and he saw my butt, he yelled, "Hey now, cutie, don't rush off!" What a smart aleck!

The woman who had covered her little boy's eyes was waiting for me with a beach towel. She handed it to me as I went by, saying, "Here, put this on!"

I wrapped it around my waist, and finally returned to Carol. She quickly found her swimsuit in the beach bag and began to unzip my dress. Instead of being grateful, though, she looked at my bra and said, "Hilda, I might have known you'd wear an outfit like that!"

Well Diary, I'm a nice girl, so I had to say something. I told her, "I'll have you know, Mrs. Alston, that Tim bought this for me last week. He's the one who insisted I wear it today."

She looked at me for a few seconds and shook her head, saying, "That boy! He's just like his father!"

By this time Carol was slipping the dress off. Some young guys walking nearby stopped to watch the strip show. I turned my back to them and held up the beach towel so they couldn't see Carol.

But when they saw how sheer my panties were, they started whistling and making catcalls. So I turned around to face them, now holding the towel in front of both Carol and me as she finished taking off my dress.

About this time I heard Tim's father Jack cry out, "Carol? What th' hell is going on!"

Well, Diary, I guess any man would be surprised to see his wife standing on the beach as naked as a jaybird! And his daughter wearing nothing but see-through bra and panties. From the shocked look on Tim's face, I'm sure he's never seen his mother completely nude before.

Carol was so frazzled and angry with what had happened, she snapped back, "Isn't it obvious, Jack? I've decided to be a nudist!" Oh she was hopping mad! Then she said, "Turn your backs, dammit!"

Tim and Jack turned around, but some other people got to watch a naked woman put on her swimsuit in front of everyone. The odd thing is that Carol has a really modest one-piece swimsuit. But before she finally got it on, Diary, lots of folks saw everything that's under it!

Tim and his dad then went to get our tent while I put my dress back on. They set up the tent, and soon the rest of us changed into our bathing attire. Jack couldn't stop laughing as Carol told him how she ended up naked, and I in my undies. He said, "After today, let's call this beach Plum Naked Cove." Carol just glared at him. 

For some reason, Diary, Jack wanted to hear the whole story again an hour later. Carol told him where to go - a really hot place. But after a while she relented and again told the tale. By now she was even able to smile at our disaster. And it seemed to me that Jack looked at his wife the same way Tim looks at me after I've had a mishap.

So now it's nine-thirty at night, and Tim's parents have already gone to bed. Why so early, I wonder. Diary, they didn't seem sleepy at all!

August 15, 2009 

Dear Diary,

I've often said I don't understand men, and now I'm not sure I understand women either. Today was, well, even more weird than yesterday. But let me tell you about last night, which was incredible. 

I knew Tim would be turned on after seeing his mom naked and me practically nude at the beach. And was I right! In fact we were both so hot we just pounced on each other as soon as the lights were turned out.

Oh, Tim's big cock felt so good in me! I just went wild. After a minute or two I stopped moving my hips with him and whispered, "Tim, I want it in my mouth now." That guy just about fainted! I rolled him over, held his cock, and slowly took it all the way to the back of my mouth! He was moaning really low so his parents wouldn't hear, and sighing, "Ooh Hilda! Ooh!" My pussy was really wet, so I could taste all my salty, tangy pussy juices on Tim's cock. But I didn't mind. If anything, it turned me on even more.

I sucked his cock for a while, then raised up and said, "Now, sweetie, in my pussy again." Oh Diary, was I a naughty girl! In a flash I was on my back, with Tim pounding me like a maniac. But did I give him what he wanted? No, I was feeling too hot and sexy. After a minute or two I was close to orgasm, so again I whispered, "Please, honey, let me suck your cock again. Mm, nice and slow!"

My sweet guy just trembled and moaned all the time I sucked him. Then I offered him my pussy again. This time, Tim used his tongue on my pussy instead of his cock. Oh, the things that guy can do with his tongue! It was heaven! 

When he finally rose up and drove his cock into me, we both had an orgasm almost at once. Even after that, we went on licking and sucking each other until he was hard again. We played our little sex games for hours it seemed.

I was so worn out I slept until almost nine. Tim's father woke us up when he came into our bedroom and said to Tim, "Hey, sleepyhead, they say the bluefish and stripers are biting at Sea Gull Beach. Wanta give it a try?"

Tim loves fishing almost as much as his precious Red Sox, so right away he was up and getting dressed. Jack grinned at me lying naked under the covers and said, "Now Hilda, if you want to get up too, don't let me stop you." He loves to joke with me.

After Tim and his dad left, I got up and put on my white kimono. I could hear Carol talking to their cat on the patio. So I poured myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen and walked out to say good morning to her. Their house is surrounded by a privacy fence, so no one could see us.

Diary, I had to laugh when I saw Carol. Now there was a contented-looking woman! She was wearing an ivory-colored terry cotton bathrobe and had a big smile on her face. She was totally relaxed! By now I was pretty sure why.

"Good morning, Hilda," she said. "Isn't it a lovely day?"

"Oh yes," I replied, "it sure is. Did you sleep well?"

"Honey, I slept just wonderful," she said. "I haven't been this rested in a long time." She paused and went on, "I'll bet you're the same way, hmm?"

Well Diary, I blushed at the way my mother was looking at me, but I said, "Yes, it feels great to be alive."

We chatted for a few minutes, and then Carol wanted to show me her Floribunda roses growing at the edge of the patio. The wind was starting to pick up, and I hadn't drawn the belt to my kimono very tight. Well, you guessed it, Diary. A gust of wind blew the skirt of my kimono open, to where Carol could see my legs, my hips, and my pussy.

I didn't think much about it, because we're both girls. Besides, she's already seen my pussy, right Diary! Anyway, I said, "Oh!" and blushed a bit as I covered myself. Carol laughed, saying, "Hilda, what a knack you have for showing everything a girl has."

"It's true, Carol," I said, now blushing a bit more. "I do try to be modest, really. But weird things always happen to me."

"I'll say. But you're a sweet girl." She put her hands on my shoulders, saying, "You know, I haven't thanked you for giving me your dress yesterday when I was naked." She planted a kiss on my forehead, which made me feel good. I thought, maybe Carol likes me after all.

But then, Diary, Carol kissed me on my cheek a time or two, and we aren't talking a quick peck either! "You're so pretty too," she murmured. And then she kissed me full on the mouth!

Was I surprised! But they say you should always be nice to your mother, so I sorta kissed her back. Carol made a kinda moaning sound, paused, and then kissed me again.

When Carol undid my kimono, pushed it off, and held me in her arms fully naked, I thought, wow, some women sure are affectionate. Then she dropped her own robe, and began to French kiss me. Her hands moved down to my bottom. She squeezed my butt cheeks, then drew my hips into hers. By now she was holding me so tight our breasts were pressed together. And Carol's nipples were hard! I decided I should be polite, so I put my arms around her too.

Well Diary, having grown up in an orphanage and then foster homes, I had no idea that members of a family could be so loving toward each other! I thought, gosh, Carol is way more fond of me than I thought! I'd never kissed another girl on the mouth, but Carol tasted so sweet, and I loved how her lips felt soft and full against mine. I thought, boy, wait until I tell Tim what a great kisser his mother is! But is that the sort of thing a wife tells her husband? What do you think, Diary!

Ever since I married Tim, I've thought how I'd like to be close to my mother. And here I was, as close as you can get! Carol became even more affectionate then, Diary. She put her hand on my right breast, squeezing it and making my nipple hard. I began to wonder if all women were like this with their daughters-in-law. Especially when I realized I was damp and tingly 'you know where.'

In between kisses, Carol said, "Honey, can I tell you a secret? When I was young, I had a huge crush on another girl." She smiled then, and I think she was remembering her love affair.

"Her name was Celeste. You look kinda like her, Hilda, with your short, sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. Celeste was shy like you, too. When we were high school seniors, we'd kiss each other, pretending we were practicing to give our boyfriends deep kisses."

"But I think we both knew different. That we kissed each other because it felt so good." And Diary, tears came to Carol's eyes. "Celeste was crazy about this guy down the street from her. She married him, and I never told her how much I loved her."

She had a wistful look on her face, and I thought, golly, Carol really is a loving person. Diary, I know there are women who only love other women. You see them even in Boston! I've always thought it was sweet that a girl could find another girl to love if she wanted to. And I was happy that my mother is the kind of person who loves everybody! 

Carol was holding me tighter than ever, and her body was really warm now. But I didn't have the heart to say anything. She nibbled my earlobe and whispered, "Hilda darling, have you ever been with another woman?"

"Of course," I replied. 

"You have!" she said in a surprised voice.

"Sure," I went on. "I've been with old Mrs. Wellman, my next door neighbor, who likes for me to go to the Boston Pops concerts with her. She even pays my way. And I've been to the movies a lot with Anna, a woman I met at work. In fact, I've been with quite a few women. Why do you ask?"

Carol leaned back with her arms around me, our breasts still pressed together. She gave me the oddest look. She laughed and said, "Hilda, Hilda. What an innocent angel you are!" I thought it was sweet of her to say it. Then she went on, "Oh well. So much for that idea. I guess you really do love that boy of mine, don't you?"

"Yes, I really do."

I got the feeling that Carol didn't want to break our embrace just yet. Still holding me, she said, "Honey, do you know what's really sexy about you?"

"Is it the part of me you're squeezing with both hands?" I asked.

"No, silly!" she said, "It's not your butt! It's your innocence. You're a married woman, yet you blush and smile like a schoolgirl. Just like Celeste used to. Men and even women find that almost irresistible. I know I do."

Carol's cheeks were really red now, and she said in a lower voice, "Hilda, my little angel, I'll tell you something else. After our accident at the beach yesterday, I've been on fire! Knowing how people saw me stark naked, I can't stop thinking about sex! It's like a fever. Jack and I just about wore each other out in bed last night. I thought that would settle me down."

Carol held my face in her hands, kissed me on the lips, and went on, "But you looked so adorable, standing there next to my roses. You reminded me of Celeste. And when your kimono flew open, well, I just couldn't resist you. Do you know what I'm saying?"

"I think so," I replied. "You wanted to show how you like me and you're happy to have me as your daughter. Carol, I've never had a family before now. So it means a lot to be in a family like this, where everyone is so affectionate." I gave her a nice kiss on the lips to show I meant it. Then I said, "I'm sure we'll always love each other."

She looked at me for a while and didn't say anything. Then she gave me one last kiss, saying, "I know we will, sugar. I just know it." Then she smiled and said, "Let's see if there's any coffee left, hm?"

She let me go, and we put on our clothes. As we did, Carol said, "Sweetheart, are you going to tell Tim and Jack how much I love you?"

"Well sure," I replied. "I can't wait."

A funny grin came to her face as she said, "My innocent darling, just tell them we're really close now. You don't have to tell them how I show my love." 

"Why not?"

Carol shook her head, saying, "Oh Hilda, are you for real? Please, trust me on this. Just to be sure people don't take things the wrong way, it's sometimes best to not say anything. Okay?"

Diary, I was looking forward to telling Tim that his mother likes me so much that she held and kissed me and even squeezed my breasts and my naked butt. But Carol is older and wiser, so if she wants me to not say anything, it must be for a good reason. The important thing is that now Carol and I are close: like two girlfriends who enjoy being together.

I expected the rest of the day to be anti-climactic after that, but it had some excitement too. Carol and I got our coffee and sat at the patio table, talking the way girls do. After a while she put her hand on mine and said, "Hilda, sweetheart, I know you have these little mishaps of yours. But I'm wondering. Have you ever, you know, let people see your undies and more, accidentally on purpose?"

I told her how, on my first date with Tim, I flashed my panties until an older lady told me to quit it. "Tell me," Carol said, her eyes gleaming, "did it ... well, turn you on?"

"Omigosh yes, Carol," I replied, blushing again. "I knew it was wrong to make a spectacle of myself. But I couldn't help it. I got really damp down there. I was so turned on I would have slept with Tim. But nice girls don't do that on the first date."

She looked at me, her eyes really bright, and finally said, "Hilda dear, how would you like to have some fun today?"

Well, Diary, we did! When the boys are away, the girls will play! Carol and I went to a dress and lingerie shop in Quincy where no one knows her. We bought lots of stuff to wear when we left the store. I really love Carol, but that woman is not shy when it comes to picking out skimpy undies! She wanted to select mine, so to be polite I let her.

She was really helpful too, going into the dressing room with me and watching as I stripped down. I took off my jeans and panties, and then Carol said, "Everything goes, sweetheart." So I took off my T-shirt and bra too. She took my bra, saying, "We aren't wearing these today, honey." 

She had me stand naked before the mirror and stood behind me, with her hands on my shoulders. Then she kissed my neck a time or two, murmuring, "Hilda, you are so lovely." Wasn't that nice of her, Diary!




The Adventures of Hilda Ch. 02



She chose for me a nylon blouse that was snug enough to show the outline of my nipples as plain as day. But when she handed me a pair of white lace V-front thong panties, I said, "Oh Carol, I can't wear that! It covers hardly anything!"

"Don't worry," she grinned. "If anyone gets fresh with you, then bad old Carol will growl and chase them away!" I laughed and put on the panties. Carol helped me adjust the elastic around my pussy, because a girl wants to be sure her panties cover that! The rest of my outfit was a miniskirt, pale blue in an eyelet style, with white hold up stockings.

After we were both 'properly dressed,' Carol and I sat at a cute little outdoor café nearby and had lunch. And gosh, everyone around could see the lace top of Carol's sheer black nylon stockings. Not to mention the black straps holding them to her scalloped garter belt. But Diary, you can't blame Carol. I'm sure she didn't realize that the spaghetti-strap mini-dress she bought was so short!

There were two businessmen sitting nearby, who noticed how pretty we looked. One was bald, but the other, in his thirties I guess, was really handsome. I was so proud of my new undies that I sorta held my legs open, well, maybe quite a bit. And boy did their faces light up!

They grinned at me and nodded their heads in approval. You know Diary, people think us New Englanders are cold and aloof. But those nice gentlemen gave me such warm friendly looks after I let them see my panties!

I was so flattered by how much they admired them that I raised one leg up and rested my foot on the chair beside me. Those guys really appreciated it! They could hardly eat or talk because they kept glancing at me. I gave them a friendly Hilda smile, but they didn't look at my face much. Mostly lower down where they could see the lace top of my white hold up stockings. And my inner thighs, and the crotch of my panties too.

It's a good thing those panties had a thick gusset, Diary. With all the attention my pretty undies were getting, of course I got all warm and juicy down there. And did my nipples swell up! Those poor guys couldn't decide if they wanted to admire my hard nipples or my panties! Oh well!

The gentlemen reluctantly had to go back to work. Both smiled and winked at me as they left. It just goes to show, Diary, that if you make a little effort, even total strangers will be friendly to you!

A funny thing happened when Carol went to pay our check, leaving me at our table. There was a cute young guy, who seemed bashful and modest like me, dining by himself. As Carol walked by his table, she accidentally dropped our ticket. When she bent over to pick it up, her dress began to ride up until you could see her thighs above her seamed stockings. Then she was showing the crotch of her black panties. You couldn't see any more of those panties, because they were G-string. But that poor guy did see the bottom half of Carol's butt cheeks!

He started choking on his salad, his face all red. He was so embarrassed by what Carol was showing that he turned his head away, but unfortunately, toward me. His eyes got big because my thighs were wide open. He could see all my stockings and the crotch of my panties. He began to cough worse than ever! I wanted to help so I went over and began to slap him on his back. "Are you okay?" I asked.

He turned his head and looked up at me, but I had bent toward him, so my breasts and my hard nipples were about an inch from his face! He gulped and began to drink some water. He was breathing hard, and said, "I'll be fine as soon as you ladies leave!" Oh well, Diary, you can't please everyone!

After that Carol and I did some window-shopping and then walked along the sidewalk at Wollaston Beach. It was a perfect warm sunny day - I just had to have a cone of strawberry ice cream. But soon we realized that the wind off the ocean was feeling mischievous!

I glanced at Carol, and Diary, every gust of wind blew the hem of her dress up to her waist! Her G-string panties covered hardly anything. They were little more than a triangle of cloth over her pussy. It was held by a string around her hips below her garter belt. In the back, the string fit into her butt crack. When she turned away from me, I said, "Omigosh Carol, I can see all of your butt!"

She laughed and said, "Well, dear, look at yourself!" I did, and my skirt was blowing up too! And with that darn ice cream cone, I only had one hand to hold it down. Some guys and their girlfriends were walking behind us, so I held my skirt down to cover my butt, but then the front flew up! My thong panties weren't covering much more than Carol's G-string!

Did my face turn red! Carol watched me struggling with my skirt, saying, "Oh sweetie, you're as cute as a button when you blush like that!" Still laughing , she held down the back of her dress as she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

Diary, sometimes a girl has to make tough choices! Since I try to be modest, I decided to hold down the front of my skirt. So I did. But I had to let the wind blow my skirt up in the back whenever it wanted to. At least the cool breeze on my naked butt cheeks felt good, ha-ha! 

As we walked along, we came to a bench on the sidewalk where two old men with white hair were sitting and looking at the beach and the ocean. Just as we got to them, Carol pointed to the sky away from the beach and said to me, "Oh look, is that a hot-air balloon?"

Still licking my ice cream cone, I put my other hand up to shield the sun from my eyes and looked. But I couldn't see anything, even after I said, "Where is it?" 

Then Carol looked back over her shoulder to the ocean. She said, "Hilda dear, isn't that a lovely sailboat, the one with blue sails?"

I turned around and scanned the ocean but after ten seconds or so, I still couldn't see any sailboat. Then I realized that all the time I'd been looking for balloons and boats, my skirt had been blowing up to my waist. The old gentlemen had enjoyed nice views of HIlda, both front and back! All of my panties, and my naked butt cheeks too!

Of course my face turned red again. I said to my mother, "Carol, shame on you! You tricked me!" She only laughed. But in fact, the way her dress was billowing up, she'd displayed as much as I had.

Naturally the two old gentlemen had enjoyed our show. One said, "You pretty gals sure have some sexy underwear." Carol grinned, saying, "That's right, grandpa. But remember, you can look but you can't touch."

The poor old fellow just shook his head and replied, "Well, at my age, honey, looking is all I can do."

Everyone laughed, and even though I was still blushing, I couldn't help but be pleased when I saw the happy smiles on the old geezers' faces. Folks that age have so few pleasures in life. I thought, well, I guess it was okay for Carol to let them admire our new panties. I just know it cheered them up!

So Carol and I walked on, the wind still blowing up our clothes in the back, displaying our butts to the men one last time. After that, we spent an hour walking around. With the way the wind was gusting, I guess most everyone saw our new undies.

Diary, we women have more fashion sense than men. But the other women on the beach never once complimented us on our new outfits. Some frowned at us, in fact. The guys, though, young and old, just couldn't take their eyes off our elegant undies and how well they showed off our figures. You never know about people! 

Carol sure is funny, Dairy. Yesterday she was horrified when people saw her naked. Boy was she different today! She didn't mind if people saw her panties, not to mention her legs and her butt. For a woman her age, Carol still has a nice figure. Her best feature is her butt, which is big and round and still shapely. If you don't believe me, Diary, just ask all the folks who saw it at Wollaston Beach today!

Finally, we drove back to Barnstable in Carol's Lexus. It's a convertible, so we put the top down. As we drove along, of course the wind kept on blowing our skirts up. My mother's panties were on display pretty much the whole time, Diary!

When we got home, Tim and his dad were cleaning the fish they'd caught. I helped Carol in the kitchen as we got ready to have a fish fry for supper. Jack came in sipping a beer, and boy was he giving both of us the eye!

"New outfits, eh?" he said.

"Uh huh," Carol replied. "Hilda and I went shopping up in Quincy. After that we had lunch and took a walk near the beach."

Jack looked at our skimpy outfits and said, "Bit windy on the beach, wasn't it?"

"Tell me about it," Carol said, "it's always gusty out there."

He grinned a little, saying, "It's a wonder you could keep your skirts down."

Carol looked him straight in the eye, saying, "Well honey, we tried. But you know, sometimes a girl just can't stop her dress from flying up. Like this." Carol lifted the hem of her dress up, showing her husband her garter belt and G-string panties. Then she kinda pirouetted around. I guess she wanted to make sure Jack could see that those panties didn't cover any of her butt.

Golly Diary, Jack's eyes got so big, and he gave her such a lusty look! "Well, you're nothing but a shameless little tart, aren't you!" he growled.

Carol was really breathing hard by now. She put her arms around his neck and said, "That's right. Now and then, a girl likes to play the tease. Today I let lots of men see my naked butt and my tiny G-string panties. And I liked it, Jack! It turned me on!"

Diary, Jack's face was red. "Well, woman, you're not gonna get away with that!" he cried. And he picked Carol up in his arms and headed straight to the bedroom. That's the last we saw of them for a while! I went out to the patio and said to Tim, "Uh, sweetie, supper may be a little late tonight."

"What for?" he said. "I'm starving."

I just smiled and made a little joke. "I guess you might say something came up."

"What am I supposed to do until then!" he said in an irritated voice.

I had an idea. Lifting my skirt up, I said, "Maybe you can tell me if you like the new outfit I wore today." I turned around just as Carol had done, showing him the back. "Do these lace thong panties look good on me?"

Tim thought they did, Diary! But my panties didn't stay on long! He really is like his father, because next thing I know, I'm flat on my back in our bed, and my sweetie is pounding me so hard and deep, just the way I like it! 

Diary, I forgot to tell you what happened as we left the beach. We'd gotten into Carol's Lexus in the parking lot. Just as she started up the motor, she looked at me over her sunglasses, saying, "Hilda, darling, I can't remember when I've had such a wonderful day. Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes, Carol," I replied. "You're so much fun to be with."

She smiled and said, "You too, sweetie." She leaned toward me a bit, and I knew what she wanted. I bent to her and closed my eyes. Carol and I shared a long wet kiss on the lips.

Diary, I was right about my mother. She is a wonderful kisser!



The Adventures of Hilda Ch. 03



May 18, 2010

Dear Diary,

Today was such an exciting day. It even had drama, and I learned a lot about traditions in a faraway land. It all began when I wore my 'lucky dress.' It's my powder blue mini dress with cap sleeves and a low scoop-neck design. Anyway, I always take a shortcut through Patriot Park on my way to work at Staples. There's a park bench just inside the park which usually has an older gentleman sitting there in the morning.

For some strange reason, Diary, whenever I wear that mini dress, I always find a one or even five dollar bill that someone dropped on the walkway near that bench. Isn't that the oddest thing! 

So of course I bend over and pick it up. It brings a smile to my face to be so lucky. And when I look back at the older gentleman, he's always smiling too. I guess he's happy that I found some money like that!

Well today I had some bad luck as well. I'd pocketed a five dollar bill and walked out to Camden Avenue. Just as I got there, a city bus came by, went through a big puddle of water, and splashed it up on me! The front of my pretty mini dress was soaked through! The fabric was so thin that you could plainly see the outline of my bra, garter belt, panties, everything!

Omigosh, I thought, I can't go to work like this! People were already staring at my wet dress and my undies. So I turned and hurried back into the park on my way home to change.

The older gentleman was still sitting at his bench. When he saw me, he stood up, saying, "Oh my dear girl, what happened!"

I told him about the bus, and that I had to get home. He asked, "How far is your apartment?"

"It's about ten blocks," I replied.

"That's too far to walk, with you soaking wet. Why, you'll catch your death of cold. Please, my apartment is just across the street. We can go there and you can change out of those wet clothes. I have a little fireplace where we can hang them to dry." 

"Oh, I couldn't impose like that," I said.

"Dear girl, it would be no bother at all!"

Diary, from the warm gleam in his eye, I could tell he meant it. "I am Senor Felipe Gomez, from the Spanish province of Andalusia," he went on, "at your service."

He did seem nice, very sophisticated and well-dressed. His dark hair was gray at the sides, and he had the cutest pencil-thin moustache. His eyes were deep brown and his skin olive brown, like you see in people from the Mediterranean. I thought, what a gentleman he is, to be so willing to help a girl in distress. I couldn't turn down his kind offer.

I told him my name as we hurried out of the park, across the street, and into his second floor apartment. It was well appointed, with a cozy living room decorated with art and furniture in the Spanish style. 

Senor Gomez turned on his gas-burning fireplace, saying, "You may change in my bedroom, Hilda. I'll bring you a robe to put on after you've gotten out of those wet clothes."

Well Diary, I just wasn't having any luck today. I went into the bedroom, closed the door, and began to undress. But that darn zipper on the back of my dress got stuck part way down. I tried and tried, but it wouldn't budge.

Finally I called out, "Uh, Senor Gomez?"

"Yes my dear?" he replied at once.

"Gosh, my zipper is stuck. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you please help me get my dress off?" Well, that man was so sweet! Just like that, he came into the bedroom to help out.

He struggled with the zipper too. He had to put one hand on my butt before it finally yielded and slid all the way down. Senor Gomez kindly pushed the dress off my shoulders and had me step out of it when it fell to the floor. He even unhooked my bra, the pale blue one that is sheer in the front.

I guess helping a girl undress was an exertion for a gentleman his age, because he was kinda breathing hard now. When I felt a tug on my panties, I said, "Uh, Senor Gomez, I think I can take off my panties by myself."

"As you wish, dear girl," I heard him reply. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and I could feel his lips on my neck.

"Senor Gomez!" I cried out in surprise, "what are you doing!" I began to blush, thinking, omigosh, here I am in a strange man's bedroom wearing nothing but my undies! All because of that darn bus!

"I am kissing you, Hilda, and pleased to do so," he replied. "You see, to kiss a pretty girl on the neck is part of an ancient and revered tradition in Andalusia, my homeland."

"It is? What sort of tradition is that?"

"Oh," he replied, "you wouldn't be interested in our quaint customs."

"But I would!" I said. "I haven't traveled much, although I once spent four days in Connecticut. But I'm always curious about how folks in other countries live."

"I wouldn't want to bore you, my dear," Senor Gomez said as he went on kissing my neck. 

"Oh you wouldn't, I'm sure," I said. "Please, please tell me, Senor Gomez!"

"As you wish," he murmured. "To begin with, Hilda, this too is part of our old tradition." Then, Diary, he pushed my bra off me and it fell to the floor. I covered my breasts with my hands as any modest young lady would. But then he moved his arms around from behind me, pushed my hands away, and began to caress my breasts!

I was shocked! But he was so suave and gentle that at first I didn't have the heart to say anything. Besides, he'd been awful kind to offer his apartment to dry my clothes.

Then I spoke up, saying, "Well really now, Senor Gomez! Surely it's not a tradition to fondle a girl's bosom too, while you kiss her on the neck!"

"Oh but it is!" he replied. "In fact, our young ladies in Spain consider it a compliment to their beauty. Everyone agrees that it is a fine custom."

I thought, well, maybe it's okay if Senor Gomez is used to doing this with those girls in Spain. I didn't want him to think that American girls are unfriendly or anything. I said, "That's a very odd tradition, Senor Gomez. I'd sure like to hear about it."

That man's voice was so smooth and deep it was almost hypnotic, Diary. So I just closed my eyes and let him kiss my neck and caress my breasts. In between kisses, he began to speak.

"You see, Hilda, I'm staying here in Boston for medical treatment. My bad heart, you know. But at home, I own a vast estate, vineyards and olive groves. In Andalusia, gentlemen my age and position are greatly respected for their wisdom and kindness."

"That's nice," I said.

"Our tradition, my dear, is that when a distinguished gentleman like me offers his time and assistance to a young lady like you, why, it is the greatest honor she can receive. She is forever grateful." 

"Really?" I said. "A great honor?"

"Oh indeed, Hilda. Es verdad, it is true. A wonderful honor. From that point on, the young lady and the older man become joined by the bond of his kind and loving heart. She calls him her Don. She is now his young lady, his sancha. That fortunate girl knows that in him, she has found a wise and trustworthy friend. Being sensual and passionate by nature, a young Andalusian lady will shower her Don with affection. In fact, she will want to be as intimate with him as if her were her novio, her boyfriend." 

"Well, I've never heard of a custom like that," I said. By now, Diary, Senor Gomez was softly squeezing my breasts, and also holding my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I began to think, now wait a minute! Would a young Andalusian lady really let a gentleman be this fresh, even if he had been kind to her?

So I asked him that very question. "Of course she would, dear girl," he replied. "In fact, if you were an Andalusian girl, Hilda, why, your heart would swell with pride that a distinguished man like me has invited you into his home. You would welcome such friendly affection as I am showing you now."

"Senor Gomez, I really do appreciate your kindness," I said. "But I'm not really passionate like those Andalusian girls. I'm actually rather shy and modest."

He turned me around, so I quickly covered my breasts with my hands. Then he looked deep into my eyes. "On the contrary, dear Hilda," he murmured in that hypnotic voice of his, "I see within your eyes a wild, fiery spirit, just like an Andalusian girl."

"You do?" I said. I was impressed, Diary, that Senor Gomez could sense something in me that no one else could.

"Yes indeed. What a pity we are not in my beautiful Andalusia. My dear girl, you would be a most charming sancha." A look of sadness crossed his face. I felt sorry for the sweet man. He was so far from home and his native customs.

I said, "Well, gosh Senor Gomez, if we were following your tradition there, and I were you sancha, what would happen now?"

"Oh, but we are here in Boston. So it cannot be," he said, more wistful than ever.

"C'mon, Senor Gomez, tell me," I insisted. By now I was so curious!

Now smiling a bit, he said, "Well, you would call me Don Felipe. And as your Don, you would place all your trust in my wisdom and judgment. You would of course, without hesitation or embarrassment, obey my wishes."

Diary, if he had been an ordinary guy, things would have been different. But Senor Gomez was an aristocrat, a sophisticated man of the world. He seemed the sort of man any girl could trust. So I told him, "Well, I could do that. I could call you Don Felipe."

Holding me by my shoulder, he kissed my forehead and chuckled. "As you wish, my girl. But do you truly have faith in your Don Felipe?"

"I think so," I said.

"Let us see then. You still have on those wet underclothes. An Andalusian girl would not be at all shy to disrobe in front of her Don. As an expression of her trust in him, you see."

It's funny, Diary, but when he put it that way, I thought, well, I suppose I should. I began to blush of course. But I decided that if Andalusian girls could undress in front of their Dons, then so could I. I took a deep breath and let my hands fall from my breasts. Then I pulled down my blue bikini panties and stepped out of them. His face beamed as he admired my shaved pussy.

My white lace garter belt was damp too. So, as Don Felipe watched, I undid the straps to my hose, unhooked the belt, and handed it to him. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my flesh-colored hose.

That gentleman watched me keenly, a warm friendly look on his face. When I was finally naked, he collected all my wet clothes and said, "Now, my dear, we'll dry these before the fire. But first, let's dry you."

Don Felipe went to the bathroom and returned with a towel. He sat on the bed and had me stand in front of him as he dried my legs. Then he worked his way up to my breasts, which really weren't wet. He had me turn around and rubbed my butt, although it wasn't wet either.

Oh gosh was I blushing! But somehow I sensed that I was in the presence of a true gentleman. So I stood there, without a stitch of clothes on, as he dried me with that soft towel. 

Afterwards, Don Felipe handed me a knee-length terrycloth robe. "This should fit nicely," he said.

I put it on and we went into the living room. He hung my clothes on a rack before the fire. Don Felipe then said, "Now, my girl, you must be chilled. It's early in the day, but nothing warms the blood so much as good brandy. Will you kindly join me in a glass?"

"Why, yes, thank you," I replied. He was being such a dear! Diary, when I got up to go to work this morning, I never dreamed I'd soon be drinking brandy in an older gentleman's apartment, wearing nothing but a terrycloth robe. You never know what the day will bring!

Don Felipe poured us both a glass of brandy, gave me one, then sat down on his sofa. After a sip or two of brandy, I began to feel so relaxed. Then I said, "You've been awful nice to me, Don Felipe. What else do Andalusian girls do to show their gratitude?"

He smiled and said, "Well, at home, I am the Don for Carmen, a most passionate girl, and Isabel, who is shy and modest like you. As part of our tradition, they both love to sit in their Don's lap when we are alone. But since you and I have just met, Hilda, perhaps you wouldn't ...."

Already, Diary, it was fun to pretend to be a Spanish sancha. So I said, "Oh no, Don Felipe! If that is the tradition, then I must do it too!" Before he could say no, I settled onto his lap, my arm across his shoulder, and his arm around my waist. Don Felipe's cologne was strong and manly. I'd noticed it when he was kissing my neck and fondling my breasts.

He said, "Let us drink to old Andalusia." We drained our brandy. Diary, I began to feel so warm and comfy in that sweet man's lap. I couldn't imagine a safer place to be!

After he had finished his drink, Don Felipe sat his glass down. His eyes twinkling, he casually began to undo the belt to my robe. He then pushed it back from my breasts. "Now Don Felipe," I said, "you're being fresh again, aren't you!"

He smiled that urbane smile of his as he gently placed one hand on my right breast. "Hilda my dear," he said, "I cannot resist. A woman's soft breast is surely one of nature's finest creations." You see, Diary, why I admired Don Felipe? He had such a cultured way of saying things. 

He smiled so warmly, and I thought, well, I am his sancha now. He began to softly caress my breasts, first one, then the other. I closed my eyes. It was so relaxing! He then squeezed both my breasts and then my hard nipples between his thumb and finger, as he had done in the bedroom. But his touch was light, as a true gentleman's would be. 

Diary, I never knew my real father. But as I sat there, I began to feel as if Don Felipe was kinda like a father to me - someone who would look after me and be caring and affectionate. Oh, I know, grown women don't sit half naked in their father's laps and let them fondle their breasts! But it was as if in some odd way there was a bond between me and this nice man. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to please him.

I opened my eyes when I felt Don Felipe take my right nipple into his mouth. I thought, gosh, he wasn't kidding when he said that Andalusian girls become intimate with their Dons! He suckled, sometimes biting down with his teeth, but gently as I had come to expect from him.

Wanting to be polite, I turned my torso and held the robe back so that he could suckle my left nipple too. He smiled at me as he withdrew from one nipple to take the other. I could tell that so far, he was happy with his American sancha! And he loved my big breasts, Diary! Don Felipe even caressed one as he suckled the other. 

Already I was so comfortable with my Don that I could sense his wishes. When he let go of my nipple and glanced at me, I decided he needed a 'sweet Hilda' kiss. To show him that I could kiss as well as Andalusian girls! 

I kissed Don Felipe several times on the cheek, then full on the mouth. Of course he tasted like brandy, but it was nice. I kissed him some more, this time slipping my tongue into his mouth. He gave me French kisses in return. I thought, now he will surely say, here is a girl who offers the affection a Don deserves!

As we kissed some more, Don Felipe moved his hand down from my breasts and began to caress me, moving lower and lower. I thought, oh well, even an aristocrat like Don Felipe sooner or later takes an interest in what is below a girl's abdomen!

I decided that a Don would also expect to enjoy that part of his little sancha. So I politely spread my thighs. We continued to kiss as I took his hand and slid it down onto my swollen pink pussy lips.

Diary, he really liked it! He gently pressed down and moved his fingers around over my pussy. Then one of Don Felipe's fingers found my cleavage down there, and began to glide back and forth, pressing slightly into me. He knew just where my clitoris was, and when he began to caress it, oh my, it felt so good! Were my juices flowing! I began to kiss my Don more passionately than ever.

I paused in my kisses, saying, "Am I showing gratitude for your kindness, just like the young ladies in Andalusia would, Don Felipe?"

"Indeed you are, darling girl" he replied. He continued to skillfully massage my pussy as only an older, experienced man can. 

"Gosh, Don Felipe," I said, "I never knew it could be so much fun to learn about the customs in another country! Is there more to your tradition?"

He gazed at me and said, "Now that you mention it, there is." 

"Oh please, tell me then."

Don Felipe smiled. "When I at home in Andalusia, my Carmen, who has the hot blood of Moors in her veins, loves nothing more than to kneel before her Don, unzip his pants, and take out the treasure she finds there." He paused, then went on, "But of course, Hilda, no Don would expect such intimacy with a young lady he's just met. Ours is an old and hallowed tradition. One must follow the rules of etiquette, you see."

Well Diary, I'm one of those girls who, when she's told she shouldn't do something, I want to do it all the more! So I said, "Don Felipe, its fun to play the sancha to a sweet gentleman like you. Let me give you the same pleasure Carmen would."

Don Felipe smiled cordially, caressing my hair with one hand and massaging my pussy with the other. He said, "I suppose we could make an exception. Are you sure you want to favor your Don that way?"

"Of course," I replied. I quickly stood up, took off the robe, and then knelt before him. He was wearing an expensive pair of pleated gray dress pants, with a black leather belt. I undid the belt and unzipped his pants, smiling at him and blushing as I did so. There was a huge bulge in his striped boxer shorts!

Diary, I shouldn't admit this, but I did it partly because I was curious to see the size and color of his cock! Aren't I shameless! But we girls do sometimes wonder just what's in a guy's pants. Don Felipe, being a Spaniard, was so different from other men I know. 

I reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock. And boy was it dark, the color of milk chocolate, darker even than the rest of Don Felipe! Then I slide my hand down and grasped his testicles and pulled them out too. They were really big, the color of dark chocolate.

Don Felipe's brownish purple cock head swelled out from his shaft, which was as thick as Tim's but maybe not quite as long. It wasn't as smooth as a young man's cock, but I still liked it. In fact, Diary, I was already wondering how it would feel in my mouth!

I try to compliment people whenever I can. So I smiled and said, "You have a nice cock, Don Felipe."

"Thank you, Hilda," he replied. I could tell he was waiting, so I bent forward and began to plant kisses on his shaft, which was really warm like men's cocks are when they are hard. I licked from the base of his cock all the way onto the head, then decided to be playful.

I drew back, looked up at him, and said, "You know, Don Felipe, I've changed my mind. Maybe next time."

He only smiled and caressed my hair, saying, "Now, now, my little sancha is teasing me, isn't she?" He knew that a girl could never deny her Don that pleasure. And he was right!

I giggled, saying, "Of course I am!" I bent down, took the cock head into my mouth, and swirled my tongue around it. Then I opened wide and slowly went down, letting my Don's cock fill my mouth.

I withdrew and then took the cock several more times. I glanced up at Don Felipe. His eyes were closed. He was caressing my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other. His hand moved down to cup my left breast, then returned to squeeze my shoulder. That man sure loves the feel of a young lady's breast in his hand!

Diary, I was so pleased. Even here in Boston, I thought, a Spanish gentleman can still enjoy a fine old custom from his homeland. After I had sucked his cock for a while, I stopped and held the cock in one hand and his testicles in the other. I kissed and fondled his testicles. Then I took each one into my mouth and held it for a few seconds. For some reason they weren't drawn up tight, but still hung loose. Maybe it's that way in older gentlemen.




The Adventures of Hilda Ch. 03



I took Don Felipe's cock into my mouth again. Diary, I had 'saved the best for last'! This time when his cock head was against the back of my mouth, I pressed harder and harder until it slid into my throat. I'm getting better at breathing when I deep throat Tim, so I took my time. I slowly let Don Felipe's cock slide ever deeper into me. I didn't stop until my lips touched his thick black pubic hair. Like his cologne, his body hair had a strong manly scent. But it was not sweet, ha-ha!

I now held his entire cock in me, sure that my Don would be pleased. And was he! He was gasping, "Aaah, ah!" Then I withdrew, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Oh my dear Hilda!" he cried in surprise. "No sancha ever honored her Don more than you! Madre de Dios, to think that a modest young lady like you has such a marvelous talent! That was heaven!" I was feeling more and more like a passionate Andalusian girl, Diary!

Now caught up entirely in the spirit of this Old World custom, I once more took Don Felipe's cock and swallowed it entirely. I did so again and again. He really liked it when I held his cock in my throat and gently squeezed his testicles at the same time. He lay back on the sofa with his eyes closed and his mouth open, whimpering, "Ooh Hilda, ooh my sweet darling angel!" 

After a while I stopped sucking and began to lick my Don's cock. As I did so, I looked up and said, "Don Felipe, do the Andalusian girls also favor their Dons with their pussy?" After going this far, it seemed only polite to offer him my pussy as well as my mouth.

"Oh indeed," he gasped. "More than anything they love to spread their legs for their Don. It is the greatest of all honors for them!" Now caressing my hair, he went on, "But dear girl, etiquette requires me to say that such delectations come later, when the bonds of affection are strong between a sancha and her Don. I certainly couldn't ask it of you in our first meeting."

"Oh but I want to, Don Felipe!" I said. I rose up, took his hand, and pressed it against my pussy. My juices had already seeped out a little. "See, I'm ready!" I said. "Please, may we?"

Diary, I never thought I'd have ask a man for that! But Don Felipe had been so kind to me, and then taught me about this nice Andalusian tradition. All the time he'd been a true gentleman, gracious and willing to let me please him. I really wanted to show my gratitude.

"Well, of course we shall, my sweet," Don Felipe smiled. "But you know, my friends Don Ramon and Don Manuel would laugh if they knew how easily I gave in to the wishes of my sancha."

In the bedroom, I helped my Don strip down to his T-shirt. He was trim for a man his age, and still muscular. He told me that his herd of Andalusian horses were his pride and joy, and that riding and taking care of them kept him fit.

He sat on the bed, fondling my breasts as I stood before him. He said, "Hilda, my Isabel loves to mount her Don and ride him like her caballo. Would you do me that honor?"

"Well, sure, Don Felipe," I replied, "I can be your Isabel, here in America." He lay on the bed and I straddled him, grasping his hard cock in my hand. I positioned his cock head at my pussy lips. And Diary, now I couldn't wait to honor Don Felipe! My pussy was all warm and tingly and juicy. I slowly settled down on the gentleman. Oh, his thick cock felt wonderful as it slid easily and deep into me.

Don Felipe rested on his elbows, watching his brown cock disappearing completely into the space between my pink pussy lips. He had such a pleased look on his face!

We then began a rhythmic movement together. Don Felipe drove his cock up into my pussy as I rode up and down on him. After a minute he laid back and put his hands on my breasts again, softly caressing them. Then he had me move forward a bit. He arched his back so that now he could suckle my nipples even as I rode him. 

Diary, I thought, here is a man who knows how to enjoy a sancha! Soon he let go of my nipples, then pulled me down so that we could share some passionate kisses. His hands roamed down to my butt. He began to fondle and squeeze, holding them as I rode up and down on him.

Don Felipe then pulled pull apart my butt cheeks and caressed the puckered flesh around my anus! I thought, my goodness, he doesn't mind where he touches a girl! He moved his fingers down and began to gently massage and press down on that little area between a girl's anus and her vagina.

Omigosh did that feel good! I began to tingle all over! Now breathing hard, I rose up so that my breasts were slightly touching his chest. I closed my eyes and surrendered to all the sensations now coursing through me. My body kept getting hotter and finally I just exploded! I rode that gentleman's cock full tilt. Then I collapsed onto him, at the same time French kissing him and pressing my breasts flat against his chest.

It was such an intense orgasm, and it seemed to go on and on! Both of us were damp with perspiration by now. I rose up, my Don's cock still in me, and said, "Wow, Don Felipe, that was incredible! Did you do it?"

"No, my angel," he smiled. "Not just yet."

Golly, I felt kinda funny that I'd done it first. "Don't worry, kind sir," I smiled. "Your American sancha will make sure she satisfies you!" I began to ride his cock again. Then, after a moment, I had another 'Hilda' idea. When I got off Don Felipe, he looked at me quizzically, murmuring, "But I'm getting close."

"Maybe this will bring you even closer," I smiled. I took his cock, wet with my juices, and placed my lips on it. I opened wide as his cock once more slid into my mouth and then of course, into my throat. I withdrew from the cock and looked up. My Don had a big grin on his face, his eyes half closed.

Well Diary, it's fun when a girl can be 'in charge'! I knew my Don would let me do whatever I wanted to please him. So I deep throated him for a while. Then I mounted him again and went back to riding his cock which really felt good even though I had already climaxed.

Of course he fondled my breasts and my butt as I did so. After a while I decided to suck his cock again. Don Felipe didn't mind at all! I dismounted and once again began to swallow his delicious 'milk chocolate cock'!

By the time I got back on again and began to ride him hard, his face was really red. I knew he was close. I then rose up and slowly glided down on his cock, just an inch at a time. He began to fondle my breasts again, gasping more and more. I waited for his orgasm.

"Aah, aah!" Don Felipe suddenly cried, and Diary, he squeezed my breasts so hard! I was sure he was coming! But he pulled me down to him and said in a raspy voice, "Nitroglycerin!"

Well that's an odd thing to say, I thought. "What about it?" I asked.

He rose up a little and pointed to a bottle on the night stand, saying, "Tablets! Place one under my tongue! Now! Hurry sweet girl, oh hurry!"

Well gosh, Diary, I never thought that a sancha honoring her Don with her body would give him a heart attack! But I guess it did! I got a tablet and put it under his tongue. I ran to the bathroom to bring that poor gentleman some water, then called 9-1-1. 

After that I held my Don and cooled him with a damp cloth. He winced in pain. His face was by turns dark red, and then a scary gray color. I felt just terrible! I said, "Oh Don Felipe, I'm so sorry! Was it something I did?"

"Ah, my sweet Hilda," he sighed. "If I go, I'll die a most happy man!" But Diary, even at death's door, guess what he was doing? Fondling my breasts, that's what!

Soon I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't realize I was still naked until I opened the door and saw the surprised look on the medics' faces. "Someone call for a medic?" one of them asked after they'd looked me over.

"Yes, this way!" I said. The two medics and a supervisor, who was an older African-American woman, followed me into the bedroom. Dairy, I was so scared that I didn't even blush at the fact that strangers were seeing me nude.

The woman and I watched the two medics load Don Felipe onto a gurney. She looked at me and then at him, saying, "This fella is a bit old for you, isn't he sugar?"

"I met him just this morning," I explained. "He was teaching me an old Spanish custom."

"Uh huh. Is that what they call it nowadays, dearie?" she said. Diary, I wonder what did she meant by that? Now kinda embarrassed, I went to the living room and put on the terrycloth robe. They wheeled Don Felipe into the living room, but he said, "Stop a moment."

Even in bad shape like that, he held out his hand to me. I took it, and he murmured, "My dearest darling Hilda! You truly are an Andalusian girl." Wasn't it sweet of him to say that, Diary! I kissed my Don on the cheek, and they wheeled him out and down the hall to the elevator.

Well Diary, then I put on my clothes and locked Don Felipe's door. But my dress was stained by the water, so I decided to go home after all. There I changed clothes and called Boston General. They said that Felipe Gomez was stable and would be released the next day, which made me happy.

I finally got to work just in time for lunch. Later I kept thinking, wow, I can't wait to tell Tim about all the excitement this morning! But then I thought, gosh, what will Tim say when I tell him that I sucked Don Felipe's cock? Or that I had sex with him until he had a heart attack? 

Tim is a laid-back guy. But he might not understand that it was only because I wanted to learn about a charming Old World custom from a nice Spanish gentleman. Then I remembered what my mother Carol once told me. You remember, Diary? About not saying anything if what you say might be misunderstood? The more I think about it, the better that advice seems!



The Adventures of Hilda



His semen was thick and didn't taste all that good, but he'd already come once so I was able to swallow it all. After I had licked him clean, he did the gentlemanly thing and returned the favor. 

How I love it when he licks my pussy, dear Diary! I actually had to make him slow down because I didn't want to climax right away. And that darling guy knows just how to caress my sweet spot with his tongue so that I'm quivering all over and on the verge of an orgasm but not tipped over the edge. This went on for quite a while before I just exploded. I wanted to scream and cry out but I really couldn't, you know, with Tim's parents just across the hall.

Well Diary, the moon set in the night sky, and still we made love. I think I came twice more, but I'm not sure. So today I'm sore down there again, and Tim has a big goofy smile on his face. His parents wonder if we got enough sleep last night, ha-ha! I apologized to them. Tim's father was real nice, saying, "Think nothing of it, Hilda, you're still a sweet girl."

But Carol was really aloof toward me today. It didn't help when Jack called me a fine-figured girl. Then Carol said, "Yes, Jack, you ought to know!"

But I'm trying to be extra nice and polite to her. I fixed my potato salad for lunch, and she said it was almost as good as hers. I wonder if I should tell Carol how her precious son turns into a sex maniac whenever I have a little mishap like last night. That he just can't wait to hold me and kiss me, and it's not because I make good potato salad! 

September 15, 2008

Dear Diary,

I'm writing this while Tim is watching the Red Sox play ball on TV. I won't have time later on, if you know what I mean. Yes, I had another mishap, just a little bitty one, but it still has the same effect on my man.

As I wrote you last week, we've just celebrated six months of being married. We're fixing up the house we bought, a little bungalow really. His parents helped us finance it and get a loan.

Anyway, we've been painting and putting down carpet. Today Tim was up on the roof replacing some shingles when it happened. It's been warm and sunny, so Tim called me from the kitchen to bring him a cool drink.

I was wearing a T-shirt and my white tiered skirt, the one that's thin and maybe a little too short. I took a big glass of lemonade out to him, and climbed up the tall stepladder he was using, and gave him the drink. But the ground was damp, and that darn stepladder began to teeter.

"Oh Tim!" I said, now really scared. "The ladder's about to fall. Help!"

Fortunately, our neighbor Mr. Sherwood, a kindly man in his sixties, was trimming the hedge in his yard. He rushed over and held the ladder to steady it. I looked down and saw that he was standing almost under me. And a big grin was on his face as he looked up at me.

Well, my face began to turn red, because I was sure he could see up my dress. So I said, "Mr. Sherwood, you're not looking at my panties, are you?"

"No Ma'm," he replied, as his smile got even wider. "I'm not seeing any panties a'tall."

And that's when I remembered something, dear Diary. I cried out, "Ooh! I forgot to put on any panties this morning!" Can you believe it! That man could see what's between my legs! I scuttled down the ladder and ran into the house. Straight to my panty drawer, of course!

The funny thing is, I could hear Tim and Mr. Sherwood laughing about it. When Tim came into the house, he wasn't really upset at all. And he had that usual gleam in his eye. 

Life sure is strange, dear Diary. I honestly don't understand why I always seem to have these little mishaps. Or why it arouses me so. It's humiliating to know that Mr. Sherwood saw my pussy. But then somehow it excites me when I think how a man looked straight at it. 

And why do you suppose Tim doesn't get angry with me? I thought men wanted their wives to be modest. And I try to be. But I always have the worst luck! Like when we were downtown last month. The very day I decided to wear my new pink, lace-trimmed thong panties, well, of course it was windy, and a big gust of wind blew my sundress up to my waist. People around not only saw my panties, but my butt cheeks too!

And I couldn't do anything because my arms were full of packages. So I just stood there feeling foolish, that darn dress flying all over the place, my bottom on display! I said, "Tim, take the packages! Please!" He grinned and took them, and only then could I hold down my dress. 

Oh well, I suppose my bad luck was good luck for those college guys who saw it all and whistled at me. But even then Tim didn't seem to mind how I'd shown myself. He was the same a few days ago, when he and his best friend Danny were watching the Red Sox. I took a shower and, thinking the game was over and that Danny had left, walked into the kitchen with just a towel around my waist. 

I came into the living room, reading a recipe from The Joy of Cooking. I was holding the book at my waist, and when I looked up, of course there was Danny, getting an eyeful of me topless, showing off my naked boobs! But did Tim get upset? No, he mostly seemed proud that his wife has, to use his words, nice big ones. I'm glad I'm married to such an open-minded guy. 

Maybe my little misadventures aren't so bad after all. They still excite me. And of course Tim gets so turned on he can't wait to have me. So I probably won't write much tomorrow, dear Diary. I'll be worn out from tonight, you see. You know what I'm talking about, ha-ha!