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Thresholds Ch. 02

By: lickmydivinepussy



This is the second chapter in my story of sexual awakening and the many thresholds I crossed one glorious summer a few years back. The first installment was reclassified under BDSM, a gesture with which I take issue. True, I had placed my trust in the hands of a man who was directing and instructing me, but to me this is not BDSM, certainly not as I have since then come to know and I would imagine not as many readers might expect. So if you're looking for ropes, cuffs, whips, or even just hot candle wax you might find this much too tame for your liking and I would suggest your time would be better spent on another tale. 

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The afternoon seemed to go on forever. I was acutely aware of the fact that I was wearing neither panties or bra and I'm certain that most of my coworkers had noticed the bralessness. My nipples were in a constant state of alertness and while the silk blouse was opaque enough, the lightweight fabric did very little to disguise the shape of my hard little nubbins. When I walked my small breasts bounced proudly and the friction of nipple against cloth aggravated the situation. 

Virtually any movement on my part reminded me of my lack of undergarments. If I crossed my legs or fidgeted in my chair a delicious sensation came over me. Men checked me out in a way I'd never noticed before. Some women did as well while others tossed disapproving glances my direction. 

Ellen, whom I am probably closest to at the firm drew me aside at one point to talk to me about my attire. I had just finished in the stall in the ladies room when I heard the bathroom door swing open and then footsteps behind me as I rinsed my hands at the sink.

"What's with the no bra look?"

"Well, I broke the clasp, so I've just got to stick it out like this for the remainder of the day." In the intense overhead light that poured down from above the mirror, my buds were more prominent than ever.

"Interesting choice of words." she responded with a sly grin. We both had a good giggle before returning to our desks. I'm guessing that she disseminated my little lie out through the office, as the questioning sneers seemed to cease, although I do believe the number of men finding an excuse to pass by my desk rose.

By five o'clock I was more than ready to leave. Knowing that I'd likely be squashed in an elevator with several others I opted to take the stairs and six flights later I was out the side entrance, heading toward your office in the searing heat of what had evolved into a scorcher of an afternoon. Dressed in only the blouse and silk skirt now seemed very natural and no underwear almost appropriate. I strutted along, my petite breasts bouncing away as I did and I think I appreciated summer for the first time in a way I never had before.

When I reached your building I had another round of stomach flip-flops, heart rate jump, and nipple tensing. This time I was alone as I crossed the lobby and climbed the two long flights of stairs. When I reached your office, there was a department store bag parked on the floor with the two handles tied together by a ribbon with an envelope attached via a hole punched in one corner. Printed in precise bold letters was "Corrine". Peeking into the bag I saw the white lace of my bra and panties long with a couple of small flat boxes. They were pink and black striped and tied with black satin ribbons.

My initial reaction was to untie the ribbon holding the handles closed so that I could remove at least my panties and slip them on right there in the hallway. Then I thought "what the hell - I've already been the entire afternoon without them, why bother now?" With that I closed my hand around the handles of the bag and and headed back out to the street, back toward the office and the ramp garage where my car was parked.

The return walk was much the same as before, my breasts doing their little dance inside my blouse and me very aware of my bareness under the short skirt as I pranced along. I wondered what the satin ribboned boxes contained and what You had in mind for me next. Once inside my conservative little Civic I fired up the air conditioning, enjoying the way it tormented my nipples playing against the thin fabric of my blouse. Unfastening a couple of the buttons felt even better and I slid the skirt up so that my bare bottom made direct contact with the seat, my thighs were completely exposed, and a puddle of fabric rested in my lap concealing my crotch.

At my apartment complex I parked and then grabbed the bag before trotting off for my unit. Once inside, I immediately unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor then unbuttoned the blouse and added it to the pile. It felt so delicious to be naked and so incredibly aroused. I was wet and wanton, the only problem was that You weren't there and I wanted so badly to feel your touch again. I poured a glass of pinot grigio, sipped some and then undid first the ribbon holding the handles of the bag together then those on the two boxes. 

One box contained a filmy pair of black stockings with stretchy lace tops and the other box held a black lace garterbelt. I'd never owned worn hosiery like this, only pantyhose and I was both fascinated with them and further aroused. Just holding them in my hands they put forth an aura of sensuality unlike anything I'd ever experienced. 

Opening the envelope with my name on it I removed a note card. Inside were instructions penned in the same crisp and authoritative printing as the outside.

"Meet me tomorrow at Starbucks at the corner of Harris and Jefferson promptly at ten forty-five. Wear the enclosed garments along with black high heels and nothing else other than your raincoat."

Whoa. I didn't see that one coming. It sounded risky and at the same time sort of safe too. I'd be covered, but what if I had an accident or something happened? And why Starbucks? Surely You couldn't expect me to take the coat off in there? What on earth did You have in mind?

That night was another ordeal of restlessness. Even a second glass of wine didn't seem to placate me. Every couple hours I'd awake from some form of dream involving nakedness in front of other people and sometimes flying as well. I suppose the fact that I had opted to sleep in the nude didn't help matters, but once I'd stripped in my foyer I felt no compulsion to put any clothes back on again.

In the morning I again rose early and headed for work dressed in a knee length conservative taupe dress wearing a simple padded black bra, the garter belt and stockings beneath but no panties. The minute I put the stockings and garter belt on I felt transformed, both a little slutty and at the same time a little exotic and special. After sliding on a pair of high heeled black pumps I checked myself out in the mirror before adding the bra and dress. I barely recognized myself and again hoped I would meet with your approval.

At ten fifteen I signed out on personal time and headed for the ladies room with my raincoat and a large bag over my arm. In one of the stalls I stripped off the dress and replaced it with the coat, then stuffed the dress in the bag. Again I contemplated myself in the mirror and decided I looked like a spy or some other form of femme fatale, slightly mysterious and slightly exotic, neither something I'd ever thought of myself as. 

Heading for my car the sun had slipped behind dark clouds and it began to sprinkle ever so slightly. There had been no prediction of rain and earlier the idea of the raincoat had seemed a little contrived but now appeared quite sensible. How had You known?

As I drove the ten minute trip I was aware that another threshold was approaching. What would this one entail and would I be ready for it? It seemed so natural this morning to have walked around the office with no panties under my dress when only a day earlier I had been more than a little unnerved by the same thing. Granted, it had been a longer dress today, but still, there I was naked underneath.

By the time I reached the small plaza which contained Starbucks, a bank, a high-end pizza joint and several other businesses, the rain had gotten serious. Grimacing, I realized I would most likely get soaked making my way from the car to the shelter of the shop. Then I spotted You standing under the canopy, umbrella in hand. You saw me as well and by the time I was parked and ready to hop out of the car, there You were, gallantly holding the umbrella aloft so that nary a drop fell on me and very little did on You. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders You drew me close and we huddled under the umbrella as we picked our way around puddles and to the shelter of the canopy outside the shop.

I audibly groaned when You removed your hand from my shoulder so that You could shake what rain you could from your umbrella. For the few moments we had been squeezed close dancing amongst the pools of water on the pavement I'd entirely forgotten that I was for all practical purposes naked under my coat. Suddenly I felt vulnerable and at risk. 

Then your hand returned to my back but this time much lower on my back and as You held the door open and gently guided me forward it dropped to my ass and I found myself wishing the coat was not there between your firm hand and my bare flesh. I wanted desperately to be groped, to feel you touch me everywhere. Everywhere.

You kept your hand there for several steps into the shop before sliding it back up to my shoulder. In another three steps we were at the counter and You were asking me "What will you have?"

It had been twenty-two hours since I had heard that seductive dulcet and again I was reduced to schoolgirl-like speechlessness. Somehow I summoned the wherewithal to stutter out "A latte." Then I realized that they'd want to know what size and whether I wanted this or that, but mercifully You took over and finished for me. Whatever You decided would be what I would gladly have, even if it were hemlock. After dispensing with mine, you then ordered a dry cappucino for yourself then leaned over as we waited and whispered in my ear.

"Unfasten your coat."

Once again, the shock of the request was astounding. Here I was out in public, waiting in line for my latte wearing essentially only a raincoat and You instruct me to undo it. More astounding was that I casually reached for the sash and undid it then unfastened the big horn buttons. I made no motion to go further and You requested none either. But with every movement I made, the coat threatened to flap open and expose me. 

Our beverages were presented and You took one in each hand. We headed for the rear of the shop. Even though I'd been there at least a dozen times I never realized there was a small room with three tables for two that led to a rear door. Another door led to a unisex toilet and there were some display shelves as well. As we reached the archway that was the threshold (there was that term again!) to this smaller space You stopped and instinctively so did I. You told me to wait, took my beverage from me and then stepped ahead, seating yourself facing me at the middle of the three vacant tables. You smiled devilishly and sipped your quaff before instructing me again.

"Show yourself to me."

I know I glanced around but I also know there was no way I could refuse You. Slowly I unwrapped myself, displaying my treasures for your viewing. My pathetic little breasts, my bare flesh, my furry pubic mound were all there for your discernment. I prayed that no one would show up at the back door and also be able to witness my total exposure. At the same time I reveled in the way your eyes wandered across me, dancing from my treasures to my face, staring into my eyes, riveting my attention on yours.

"Come." You uttered, breaking through the intoxication of the moment. It was almost as though you were telling me that I should orgasm right then and there. Actually, I "came" close to doing exactly that as your voice snapped me out of the trance that I seemed to be slipping into. I let the coat dangle loosely about me and sauntered over to the table You had commandeered. Sitting down, my crotch was concealed, but one of my breasts remained clearly on display. I sipped on my joe as I waited for your next instruction.

But instead of instructing You just sat there, eying my one exposed breast and sipping lasciviously on your cappucino. that is, until you were finished and I was almost, at which point you instructed me to go to the toilet and once inside, remove my coat then hang it on the hook on the back of the door. 

Rising, I made my way to the restroom. 0bediantly I slipped the coat off and hung it up, then waited for what seemed like an eternity. Had you left and if so how long would I dare stand there like that? Would someone else enter and find me wearing nothing but hosiery and heels? I became anxious and the more I did, the slower the time seemed to pass. Just as I thought perhaps You really wanted me to peek out like this the sound of the doorlatch operating interupted the silence, startling me back to reality.

You entered and approached. Again your hand reached out, the back of your fingers extended and this time they grazed my left nipple, just as they had grazed my pubic hair the day before. Or rather, as You had so crudely referred to it as, my pussy. This time however You went a little further. After tormenting my nipple like that You went further, squeezing it gently between your thumb and forefinger, then harder until I reacted ever so slightly to the pain and then You stopped which was worse than the pain because You were no longer in contact with me. That was excruciating, to suddenly not be in contact when we had been so intimately so. I longed to reach out and grab your hand, to hold it to my breast and urge You to take the entire little globe in your hand, but I knew that was probably outside the parameters of this game.

You glanced over at the toilet. Without even being instructed I knew what You wanted and headed toward it and sat. Before I realized quite what was happening I began to pee, a long steady stream and as I did I felt more than just the normal relief associated with unleashing one's bladder, but something far more satisfying, something that bordered on a sexual release as well. I was simultaneously embarassed to be openly peeing in front of You like that and at the same time proud that I was as well, the sound of my jet of urine as it hit the resevoir of water in the toilert bowl echoing about the room.

When finally I was finished, I wiped myself dry, stood and flushed. You held my coat for me and I slipped back into it and we left the confines of that private little space. Before I knew it, we were headed back to our cars, not needeing the umbrella any more as the rain had stopped.

I drove back to the office feeling as though it had not only been urine that had drained from me, but energy and emotions as well. I realized that another couple thresholds had been crossed. Tired but pleased, still longing for your touch but also thrilled at the intensity of what had occurred, I changed back into my dress. The remainder of the day passed by without event and I left at five. Barely ten minutes after I'd gotten home, just as I'd slipped out of the dress again, the phone rang and I answered it wearing only the shoes and hose. Of course, it was You.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself today."

"It was... interesting." I replied.

"Indeed." 

I thought I detected a little bit of a snicker. There was a long pause and then You asked "Do you own a bikini?"

"Of course." I lied. The only bathing suit I possessed was a navy blue speedo one piece. Certainly not what would be considered the least bit sexy, it was purely functional in the same manner that long underwear is.

"Wear it tomorrow under whatever else you decide on and I'll pick you up out front of your office at eleven forty-five."

"Sure." I said, "See You then."

And with that I lept into action, popping the dress back on to head out shopping for a bikini. Only when I entered the dressing room did I realize the absurdity of standing there wearing black high heels and stockings along with a lacy garterbelt to try on a sassy little floral print bikini. The third one I tried not only fit decently, but the bright madras print fabric seemed to hold it's own against the rest of my ensemble.

That night, after a dinner of chicken breast sauteed in garlic and honey accompanied by broccoli and sprouts stir fry and washed down by the obligatory chardonnay, I changed into my favorite teddy and immediately fell asleep on the sofa. Around one o'clock I awoke long enough to pee before heading to the bedroom. I was reminded of our escapade earlier in the day and realized that I was extremely aroused by the activity. As I fell asleep I could have sworn You were there in the room watching me. If You had been, you would have seen me slide down one of the tiny silk straps of my teddy so as to expose a breast and give me access to fondle and squeeze my nipple.

Brilliant sunshine cascaded through my bedroom window in the morning. I had slept very soundly for eight hours and I woke invigorated, ready to embrace the day. The weather report had called for it to be a scorcher and it certainly appeared as though that was going to be the case. After breakfast and coffee I slipped out of the teddy and showered, shaved my legs, and then proceeded to trim my pubic hair. Years earlier I'd had a mishap while swimming when much to my chagrin I realized that there was a delicate little fringe peeking from each side of the crotch area of my swimsuit. Ever since then I have trimmed a little on each side of my groin to preclude that sort of embarassment again. 

Before dressing I tried on the bikini again and opted to leave the bottom on but not the top. I donned a seamless bra and periwinkle crew necked top along with a khaki linen skirt and tossed the bikini top in a bag. The drive to work and the morning were uneventful. When eleven thirty rolled around I made a quick visit to the ladies room and in one of the stalls swapped out the padded bra for the bikini top before putting the T on again and heading down and out the front door.

Ever punctual, you were just pulling up to the curb as I emerged. It had gotten downright hot since I'd entered the air conditioned isolation of the office. After You maneuvered the maroon Audi back into the noontime traffic we headed north and fifteen minutes later we came to a halt in the dirt parking lot at the beach.

A small cooler and a duffel bag emerged from the trunk then we headed along the short path that lead to the sand. There were maybe two dozen people spread out about the broad expanse in groups or two or three or singly. We picked a spot to claim as ours and a blanket was unfurled from the duffel then spread out. A slight breeze drifted in from offshore. 

You began unbuttoning your shirt and I then proceeded to remove my T and skirt. You smiled appreciatively when You saw the bikini and I chuckled as You slid your jeans down over your knees and ankles to reveal a Speedo the same color as my racerback maillot. I was even happier that I had my new bikini. We would have looked like the Bobsey twins or members of the same high school swim squad had I worn my old standby. 

Your suit highlighted a lean and lightly muscular physique and nicely displayed a generous bulge at your crotch. Although I wouldn't have said You had six-pack abs, your stomach was firm and flat. You looked damn fine with very little on and a nice deep tan only enhanced the overall. I was extremely aware of how white I was by comparison. 

We sat and chatted about a ruckus that had happened downtown the previous week. The sun felt marvelous and the breeze was just enough to keep things comfortable. Sandwiches and ice tea came out of the cooler, but before seving them You slid up very close to the back of me and I felt your hands on first my shoulders and then lower on my back. Being touched by You was heavenly. The sun and the gentle lapping sound of the lake waters were also having their effect on me as well and I began to drift off into another world.


Thresholds Ch. 02



Your fingertips wandered across my shoulder blades and then further down my back until they found the tie that held the top of my bikini in place. With one smooth, gentle tug You undid it before I even realized what you were up to. It kind of dangled in place for a moment or two before falling forward and down (with more than a little assistance from You) and suddenly there I sat bare breasted on the beach.

"I trust you but by the same token I don't want to get arrested."

"Don't worry, you won't be arrested. As of last summer its perfectly legal for a woman to go topless."

"Really?"

"You've not heard of the Topfree Seven?"

"I recall hearing the name, but I have no idea in relation to what."

"Well every summer for several years in a row this group of women would get themselves arrested in some public place by baring their breasts. Each year they would end up with their case in a higher level of court until finally it was heard at the State Supreme Court level. Now its law in New York State. Essentially, as long as you're not acting in a lewd manner you can take your top off anywhere a man can take his shirt off. The beach is a perfect example."

"Wow, I had no idea."

I began to relax a little bit, but it was still strange to be sitting there half naked on the beach like that. After all there were other people within fifty feet of us. But I realized that no one was paying us any attention. Then I realized that there were two other women sunning topless that I had not noticed earlier, one a cute little dark haired brunette with a figure not unlike mine who was there with what I assume was her boyfriend and the other an older woman with a deep bronze over all tan lying out on a towel by herself. Just then she sat up to apply more lotion, smearing it all over herself, very unselfconsciously massaging it onto her generously sized breasts as she did.

Seeing the other two bare chested women helped me to relax a little bit. No one was giving them a hard time, why would anybody bother me? Feeling the intense mid day sun caress my breasts was wonderful and I leaned backward, thrusting them up toward the sky. My nipples were rigid with excitement and my entire body felt good.

"You really have lovely breasts."

Blushing, I replied "Why thank you sir."

"I love the way your nipples get so hard and prominent."

"Yes, they seem to have a mind of their own" was my response. "Kinda like a penis."

I couldn't believe I'd actually said that but I also found myself staring at your crotch and I swear I saw the bulge grow more pronounced. Smiling, I said "Nice."

With that you lay back outstretched on the blanket. The bulge was even more obvious as you did. I was so tempted to reach out and touch you there. Maybe with the back of my hand the way you had me? Instead I too lay down alongside you, our armsandshoulders in contact and the sun baking down on our nearly naked bodies. 

After a while I felt you sit upright. We shared a sub sandwich and washed it down with the ice tea. 

"Let me watch you walk down to the water edge."

I stood with as much grace as I could muster then casually strolled toward the beach. I noticed a couple of heads turn my way and study me as I walked, breasts proudly on display. They didn't jiggle as much walking barefoot as they did when I had heels on and that disappointed me, much to my own surprise. What a little harlot I was becoming!

I dipped my feet in the water and splashed a little bit, then headed back to where You sat watching. I took a slightly more circuitous route back that took me a few steps closer to a couple of my admirers and also gave me a better look at the large breasted bronze goddess. She was propped up on her arms at that point and smiled when she caught me checking her out.

It was getting time to head back to work. We packed up and headed on our way. I waited until we were heading up the path to slip the T back on and cover up but elected to leave the skirt off. Once in the car we headed southward to the city and a few blocks from work I finally slipped it on as well.

As You dropped me off I asked "What's next?"

You rested your hand on my arm and I felt like purring. "Lets go back to the beach again next time, okay?"

"Good. I was just getting into the whole thing there and we had to leave. I'd like to build up a little more of a tan too. I look so pasty in comparison to You." I was visualizing the deeply bronzed woman at the beach. I doubted I'd ever get as deeply tanned as her, but somewhere in between would be nice.

"Excellent."

I slipped my shoes on, popped out of the car and skipped across the sidewalk then into the building. All afternoon I was dying to tell someone about how I'd spent my lunchbreak, topless on the beach. I longed to feel the gentle breeze across flesh that hadn't been exposed in public since I was four or five years old, to feel the warmth of the sun there as well, and most importantly, to be there on display for You. I wanted to see You in your little navy Speedo again, to see that bulge and even more I wanted to caress it. 

It had been an interesting threshold I had crossed that day, again very liberating and at the same time a little frustrating in that there was no climax. I was dying for your touch and also beginning to need some form of release. That night I opted to sleep completely nude and my dreams were filled with images of flying naked along the beach, free as one of the gulls I'd witnessed earlier.



Thresholds Ch. 03



The third chapter in my story of sexual awakening and the many thresholds I crossed one glorious summer a few years back. Again, I hope this does not get reclassified as BDSM the way Ch. 01 was. 



Thursday morning dawned with a gentle rain and no sunshine. I lay naked in bed for far too long, thinking about the previous three days and the thresholds I'd crossed. It had been scintilating but I was feeling frustrated, beginning to feel a strong need for release. You were taking me places I never would have gone but you were also tormenting me. I thought of the bulge in your speedo the previous day and I wanted it. I wanted to caress that bulge and feel it grow harder until it was dying to be freed and then satisfy the tension that was mounting inside me.

It was warm out. I wished I lived somewhere that I could just step outside in the nude and feel the rain on my bare flesh. Instead I settled for a shower. Just as I finished drying off, the phone rang. Wrapping the towel around me I dashed for the kitchen and snatched the receiver from the cradle.

"Good morning."

Damn. That voice of yours just did something to me that was inexplicable. The trace of raspiness, the crisp intonation. Coming from your lips, the phrase "good morning" was sensual and seductive. I felt my knees weaken a little and involuntarily I let the towel fall to the floor.

"Good morning." I whispered back.

"Are you naked?"

How could possibly know? It felt suddenly almost as though you were there in the room with me, your eyes roaming over my bare flesh, your hands prepared to briefly fondle a nipple or graze against the fur of my crotch, but not long enough to be satisfying, only long enough to torment me and leave me craving more.

"Yes."

"Did you play with your pussy last night?"

"No, but I slept in the nude and played a little with my nipples."

"That's alright, but no touching your pussy."

It still shocked a little to hear my vagina referred to as a "pussy". Not only that, but at that point I'd also never masturbated. I'd heard about it, but was still so naive as to not even know where to start, thinking that it involved sticking something foreign up inside yourself and I found that a little revolting.

"You're not ready for that yet, and may not be for quite some time."

"Alright."

"Looks like we'll have to call off our date for the beach again today. They're saying this will probably last at least through mid-afternoon."

The excitement that had been coursing through my body since the first sound of your voice began to trail off. I knew what was likely coming next.

"Lets bag today and plan on tomorrow for certain. The weatherman says low eighties tomorrow and nothing but bright sun. Should be an absolutely perfect beach day."

"Okay."

"I'll pick you up at your office at eleven-thirty tomorrow unless I hear otherwise from you."

"Bye."

And it was over. I stood there with nothing on suddenly feeling improperly exposed. Returning to the bathroom I finished drying my hair, finished my morning preparations, then dressed. Selecting a recently aquired persimmon bra and panty set, I began to feel a little more upbeat. I slipped on black slacks and blouse that almost matched the lingerie and finished things off with high pumps and some chunky black earings. The bra was tight and kept me from jiggling as I walked, but also seemed to make my b cups seem larger despite no padding. 

That day I focused on work and actually was able to get my mind off you until around three when Darcy our elderly receptionist rang me to say there was a package for me at the front desk. Of course I imagined it was from You and when I stopped by to pick it up I recognized your immaculate printing instantly. The box was the size of a chocolate sampler and my mouth began to water.

"It was left by a very charming gentleman." said Darcy.

You had been there! Sometime only shortly earlier You had stood right where I was now standing. I'd been only a few hundred feet away and I had missed You. It was simultaneously both exciting and disappointing. Why had you not had Darcy call for me?

"He said he was running late, then asked that I make certain you received the gift."

"Thank you Darcy." 

Returning to my desk I opened the note that was affixed to the box. "Don't open at work." was all that it said. I shook it and decided that it was too light to be candy. My curiosity was overwhelming for the next two hours.

What were you up to now?

When I left work, the rain had ceased, but the humidity was incredible. Driving home I almost opened the box en route, but held off. Once inside my apartment, I shed all my clothing and opened a few windows for ventilation, then sat down with some wine and proceeded to open the gift. Inside the box was another note. This one had no envelope and simply read "Wear tomorrow when I pick you up and don't wear a bra". 

Tucked inside several layers of pink and white tissue was a pair of simple wine colored stretchy nylon thong panties. No lace, no edging, no... well, no back! Well, at least no back to speak of. A band about an inch high sufficed as a waist and swooped down into a narrower vertical band and that's all there was in terms of a back. There wasn't a whole lot more to the front, the primary way to discern front from back was the tag at the waistband.

I held the flimsy thing up then stepped one foot and then the other through the "legholes" as they were then slid it up to my waist. It took a moment to get the back centered between. my cheeks but once it was, it was surprisingly comfortable. A trip to the bedroom and a look in the full length mirror showed me that I looked pretty good in it. My legs seemed to go on forever and as I looked over my shoulder with my back turned towared the mirror my cheeks presented themselves as two cute little orbs, the faintest trace of a tan line along the bottom curvature or each. 

Thong panties were only just beginning to appear in the mainstream lingerie shops at that time. I'd seen them but worked up the courage to try a pair and now hear I was not only in possesion of such a thing, but admiring myself while wearing it. As I checked out the view from the front again I noticed a few errant hairs making their presence known to each side of the triangle of fabric. It would be necessary for me to trim a bit more to gracefully wear this.

That evening I ordered pizza and when the delivery boy arrived, I slipped a short robe on for a few minutes, but as soon as he was gone I was back to full nudity. The warm night coupled with the high humidity made clothing superfluous, particularly with no one else around. Again I slept naked, this time without even a sheet. 

In the morning I rose early, showered, and trimmed some off each side of my pubic patch. It was friday and it being casual day at the office I opted for a khaki wrap skirt topped by a white polo. Underneath was the thong along with a white padded bra. Around eleven fifteen the bra was removed in the ladies room. By eleven thirty I was anxiously waiting out on the sidewalk for You. A hot June sun beat down and I was actually glad that I was wearing no more than I was.

Again you arrived precisely on time. Again the flutters hit me as I slid into the passenger seat. You reached over and lay your hand on mine and smiled beguilingly.

"I see you followed my instructions with regard to no bra." 

That could only mean one thing - that my nipples were making themselves evident. I smiled and replied "Yes."

"Shall I assume that you've followed the rest of the request?"

"Yes."

"Were you braless all morning?"

"No, I took it off just before I came down to meet you. Where are we going?"

"To the beach." 

"Am I to wear only the thong?" 

"Yes - do you have a problem with that?"

"If its what you would like to see, that's what I will do."

The traffic occupied your attention for the next few minutes, but then you asked "How does it fit?"

I was tempted to just unfasten my skirt and show you, but I decided it would be your turn to be on the receiving end of a littlle torment instead.

"It fits fine, but I had to trim quite a bit down there to accomodate the cut of it."

This seemed to please you. We drove the rest of the way to the beach in silence, you with the slightest trace of a grin on your face, me wondering if I could actually pull off wearing even less on the beach than two days earlier.

You were wearing your Ray-Bans so it was a little difficult to truly read your expression, but You seemed to be happy with me and that was all I wanted right then. 

After parking and traversing the short path to the beach we found a suitable spot to spread the blanket. It was a little more crowded than the first time. There were quite a few more couples this time, but the only topless woman was the older bronzed goddess I had noticed before. Again she seemed oblivious to everything but the sun beating down, ignoring the leers of almost every male that walked past.

The first day at the beach I'd had no idea that I would be baring my breasts until you released the clasp of my bikini top. This time I'd had two days to consider the situation as well as remember the exhilaration of sitting there in public feeling the sun and a soft breeze playing over them and the glances of others checking me out. I hadn't realized it until later, but I guess I really enjoyed being ogled like that.

This time I would be going further, baring most of my posterior and the construction of the thong was far more minimal than the bikini bottom had been. The thought that I would momentarily be so exposed, displayed started my heart racing and a combination of trepidation/exhilaration that I would learn to know well (as well as grow to crave).

Carpe Diem, right? Grasping the sides of my polo I pulled it up and over my head then shook my hair out. Then, before I could change my mind I unbuttoned the skirt and peeled it away. 

You broke into a broad smile as I did this and slowly, seductively you peeled your jeans off and then the black T. This time you had chosen a brightly striped speedo that emphasized your bulge even more than the navy number had. Your tan was deep and the fine layer of hair on your legs and arms was bleached light by the sun. I wanted so badly to drape my nearly naked frame over your body, feel my rigid nipples scrape against your chest and grind my pelvis against that speedo clad bulge.

Instead, I stretched my arms high above my head, arching my back, displaying myself for your enjoyment. It actually felt pretty damn fine displaying my body like that for not only You but everyone else to see. My breasts flattened out slightly as I stretched and I could feel the thin fabric of the thong draw taut at my crotch. 

The sun felt particularly delicious that day and I alternated laying on first my back then my front, exposing both my breasts and my posterior to the hot rays. You had brought tanning oil and I slathered myself in it, making certain that I rubbed it onto my breasts as you were paying attention, cupping them as I imagined you might do, running my hard nipples between my fingertips. I passed the bottle to You then turned my back and cozied right up close to You and You took the hint, slathering the stuff on my back.

Your touch made me shiver, despite the warmth of the day and the sun beating down. Your hands were firm and application of oil turned into a luxurious, sensual backrub that lasted for several minutes. Then they drifted to my shoulders and my neck. I had pinned my hair up leaving my neck exposed and for a bit You focused on it before returning to my shoulders. 

I was in heaven. Feeling your hands on me like that was one of the most intoxicating things I'd ever felt. Through all the time I had been married, I'd never been touched like that, never felt so appreciated, never flet that someone wanted me to feel so wonderful. I tentatively rested one hand on your thigh and as I did your hands slid from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and fondling them much as I myself had, but feeling so different. You squeezed my nipples, gently but firmly. I felt like I would melt away right there on the beach, melt away to a puddle that would then wash away to the horizon.

It probably only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like much longer. Then your hands slipped back to my shoulders. I realized my eyes had been closed and as they readjusted to the brilliant sunlight I glanced around. It didn't appear that anyone had noticed You fondling me like. If they had they were certainly very nonchalant about it.

When You took your hands away I almost felt like crying. I lay down again on my front and a few minutes later I felt a hand on my bottom. No massage, it just rested there. I was again content and all was good in the world.

After a bit I sat up and we had lunch. As I sat there with so little on I was amazed at how comfortable I felt. People would stroll by at the water's edge twenty yards or so away. By and large, mostly men, I got lots of appreciative glances and some downright leering. There were no solo women but several couples. Some of the women obviously didn't approve, others seemed ambivalent, and one smiled broadly. Middle aged, she wore a modest two piece suit in a Hawaian print. A few minutes later they passed by walking in the opposite direction and this time her top was in her hand. Her breasts were larger than mine and a little droopy, wobbling away as they strode along.

We finished lunch and You packed everything back into the cooler. As You rose I thought we were leaving, but instead You extended a hand toward me.

"C'mon let's go for a walk."

Wow. There it was again, another one of those thresholds. Just as I'd gotten comfortable sitting there out in the open wearing so very little, You expected me to casually go for a stroll like that. There was something very comforting about the big green blanket spread out across the sand and achored at each corner by a cooler or a rock. As I stood and stepped off the blanket I suddenly felt very very exposed again. The thong had seemed very daring as I tried it on in the privacy of my apartment the night before. I'd never worn anything like it before and now here I was, actively parading around in public.

On the other hand, the breeze wafting in off the lake was refreshing. I felt my nipples stiffening. 

Your hand holding mine was not just reassuring, it was downright mesmerizing. I got totally lost in the moment until we passed within a foot of a guy coming toward us in the other direction. My only thought was "oh my god, what if its someone I know?". My stomach started doing flip-flops and I must have just about broken your hand I was squeezing it so hard. 

But then he passed by us, a silly grin on his face, looking even more embarassed than I felt. At that point You released my hand long enough to cop a quick feel of my posterior followed by a soft little smack. We continued walking and my nerves slowly disappeared. After passing by several other men we came upon a couple also hand in hand and lo and behold she too was topless although her lower bits were covered by a far more demure black bikini than my posterior baring flimsy thong. As I watched her breasts wobbling slightly as they approached, I became very aware of the movement of my own little orbs. 

Her companion smiled appreciatively as they passed and she did the same. Looking up at your face I saw a similiar expression and felt a flush of jealously. Logically I knew I shouldn't feel that way, but there it was anyway.

You must have sensed this, as I felt You squeeze my hand.

"You have much nicer tits."

Tits. Another term that wasn't really a part of my lexicon. Despite the crudeness of it, I adored the comment. I leaned against your shoulder and You released my hand relocating yours to rest on my shoulder as we walked. Mmmm.

All total our walk probably lasted fifteen minutes total. When we came back upon the blanket it was time to head back to work and we packed up. I started to dress, but You told me not to put the skirt back on. The polo came just past my crotch, so I was basically coverd as we headed for the car, albeit just barely. When I sat in the car it shifted up almost to my waist, revealing triangular swath of wine colored stretch nylon. 

A block away from the office You suggested that I might want to put the skirt back on. As I exited in front of the building, You handed me a smallish box, the size a bracelet might come in but weighing no where near enough for that. 

"I'll be out of town for the weekend. See you on monday at eleven?"

Disappointment swept over me. Today had been so nice, I wanted it to just keep on going. 

"Okay."

I knew the agony I was feeling must have come through. Your eyes locked on mine with a mixture of gentleness and commited firmness in them. I realized that it would be futile to object.



Thresholds Ch. 04



The next steps in my summer saga from a few years ago. Once again, I hope this does not get re-classified as BDSM

*

The weekend seemed interminable. Not being permitted to see You for over forty-eight hours was torture. We'd only just met a few days prior but I was already hooked. I craved that raspy silken voice, those deep brown piercing eyes, and your teasing occasional touch. I wanted to see more of You in your speedo, your genitalia all bundled up in a big bump in front, the outline of your penis just barely discernible. And I also now felt the need to display myself for You. Just a week earlier I never would have believed I could derive so much pleasure from exposing myself in the manner I had under your guidance.

It was warm enough that not much clothing was necessary, so Saturday I spent the morning in my teddy doing some cleaning and tidying up around my apartment. After a light lunch I decided to go out shopping and ended up at a cute little lingerie shop just off Park. Mandy, the propriettesse, was a good sized girl, very effervescent and made me very comfortable immediately. She wore black leggings and a white lacy tunic top that only half covered her ample derriere and was cut low in front displaying some cleavage. She smelled nice. In fact the whole shop had an intoxicating aroma about it.

As I explored the lacy confections hanging on the racks I had the feeling that she was eying me over. I'd decided to wear a pair of daisy dukes that day along with a simple white T and no bra. To add a little sass, I'd gone for a pair of bright red pumps with three inch heels. Maybe it was a little over the top, I don't know. It was a little weird to be ogled by another woman and yet at the same time flattering that I could attract that sort of attention. I'd felt before that men were undressing me with their eyes, but never a woman. It was less threatening feeling, but still kind of odd.

I found a rack of teddies and was immediately drawn to several. Mandy noticed and offered her opinion on them all, pointing out that the black one would more than likely not fit me well, that even though it was available in a small and b cup, the construction favored "a more well endowed woman". I had pretty much eliminated it myself as it was an underwire construction and I was looking for something more comfy. She held the others up to me, commenting each time on how she thought I would look in them. As she was holding a royal blue number, her hand came into contact with my left breast, just grazing it, but nevertheless eliciting a response from my braless nipple. Nothing more came of it, but I'm certain that things might easily have gone further had I been so inclined.

I settled on a pale apricot number, very simple with tiny flourishes of white lace at the legs and decollette. Mandy complimented me on my selection and as she rang me up kept chattering away, telling me that she would be getting a shipment of camis and thongs in shortly and that I should be certain to come back for a peek.

"I'm sure you'll look absolutely divine in that teddy. Thanks for stopping in honey."

As I left the shop I thought about how I must appear to her from the backside as I walking away. I felt just a little trashy and I found I liked the feeling. I was glad I'd worn the heels as they made me walk in a much more deliberately sexy manner. My breasts wobbled away, nipples grazing against the rough cotton fabric and my thoughts returned to You. I wished You could see me. I wished I could feel your hands on my breasts. I suddenly wanted to feel You kiss and suck on my nipples. That mushy feeling started in my crotch again. 

I spent the rest of the day running errands. When I arrived back at my apartment, I wasted no time stripping down and taking a shower then donning the new teddy. It felt luscious and when I regarded myself in the mirror, it seemed to me that I looked damn fine. After preparing a salad and breaking open a baguette to accompany some nice gooey brie, I settled in with a book, a glass of wine and some soft music. Before long I'd fallen asleep. 

When I awoke, it was aroung 3 in the morning. I was totally disoriented even though I was in my own apartment. I wasn't in my bed and there was a soft breeze wafting over my body. I slowly remembered the eveing before I realized I was lying there in the new teddy. The sliding glass door to the balcony was open.

Rising to close it, I instead slid it open and slipped out into the fresh night air. It felt cool and luxurious and I stood at the railing enjoying the trace of a breeze play across my body. Thinking about You, I wished You were there touching me, fondling my nipples through the thin silk cladding them, sliding the tiny straps over my shoulders and once the teddy was a puddle at my feet, reaching between my legs to tantalize me further.

Suddenly I realized that I was standing there naked with my left hand playing with my right nipple and my right between my legs cupping my more than merely moist sex. Anyone that lived on the other side of the complex who might be awake at 3 am on a sunday was getting a helluva show. Things were getting a little out of control.

But then, You knew that would happen, didn't You? Embarassment and vulnerability took over and I stooped to pick up the teddy before darting back inside. After putting away the remnants of the wine, brie, and now stale bread I headed for the toilet and then my bed, slidng naked between the sheets for a few more hours of sleep. There were more dreams of flying naked but now instead of the beach, I was flying down the canyons of city streets and people were waving and smiling at me. At some point You appeared, riding atop me, steering like a horse, but without reins, You were naked as well and I could feel your manhood against my lower back as well as your legs to either side of me urging me on, guiding my course.

It was almost ten o'clock when I next awoke. Padding around my quarters in the nude as I fixed coffee and felt very natural whereas a couple weeks prior I would have felt too exposed. The blinds were tilted half closed so that no one could really see in. After a bit I put the new teddy on again and snuck out onto the balcony, coffee in hand and relaxed in the cheap chaise. the sun was just starting to work it's way deep enough into the recess of the balcony that it began creeping up my legs. 

By noon it had crept all the way up my legs. Heading back inside for something cool to drink, I heard the buzzer blare it's irritating tone. Next to the wall phone was an intercom and I pressed the reply button.

"Yes?"

"Delivery." It was a male voice, it sounded young.

"Just leave it there. I'll be down in a bit to get it."

"I need a signature."

Hmmm. I really didn't want to get dressed just to go downstairs just to sign for a package.

"Just a minute." I headed for the bedroom to grab my short kimono robe. 

But when I got there something came over me and instead of the robe, I reached for the high heeled sandals I'd worn the first time I met You. Strapping them on I then walked straight out of my unit, leaving the door open as I did. At the end of the hall I took the stairs down to the entry foyer. On the other side of the glass door stood a cute kid in bike shorts and a T shirt emblazoned with the logo of a local delivery company.

His eyes popped wide open as I swung the door open and joined him in the vestibule. Mutely he handed me a clipboard then stood there slackjawed, eyes roving all over my body, soaking in every detail, from the lace at the legs of the teddy down my legs to the pink painted toenails peeking from the shoes that held me in an erect and chest out pose, then back up the legs lingering at my crotch hoping for a glimpse of something more before drifting further up to where the shapes of my nipples were making themselves known. When his eyes finally returned to my face he turned bright red.

"Pen?" I queried.

Fumbling, he produced one from a sheath on the side of his backpack. I signed, handed it back to him and was rewarded with a small box wrapped in brown paper, maybe three inches square by two inches thick. I recognized your writing and my heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you." I smiled at the still bewidered young man before turning to exit the vestibule. This time I walked the entire length of the first floor corridor to the stair at the far end just so that he could enjoy the show a bit longer. No one else appeared in the halls before I closed my door behind me and focused my attention on the little box.

Slowly I peeled the tape back form the edges of the brown paper. It weighed almost nothing, I couldn't imagine what it might hold. Once all the paper was removed, another layer of lear tape needed to be negotiated this one sealing the four edges of a gold foil box lid to an dark umber shell. It took forever it seemed. Finally I was able to lift the lid off. Inside was another layer of wrapping, this time a layer of crisp white tissue paper with an overprint of metallic gold.

Unwrapping the contents reminded me again of the thresholds I was confronting almost daily now, sometimes more than once a day. Each time I crossed one, I was rewarded with a distinct and fresh thrill that took my breath away for a moment or two and usually took me a little while to adjust to. But with each new experience it seemed I was left craving the next one.

Folding back the layer of tissue revealed a panel of satiny black fabric. Gently grasping an edge defined by tiny stiches of black thread I removed a what turned out to be a small triangle of cloth, barely a couple inches across the top and maybe four down each side. Small, half inch wide straps of the same fabric ran from each point of the triangle and joined together at a common point several inches away. The fabric was soft and stretchy.

A note was nestled in the bottom of the box and again in your handwriting it said simply "tomorrow @11 out front of your office".

I held the garment up again. I'd never worn anything so miniscule. Laid completely flat it was maybe onine inches from one extremity to the other. The stretchiness would be what would enable it to be worn. But even at that, I would need to do some more trimming of pubic hair, this time not only to each side, but at the top as well. In fact, not just trimming, but I imagined shaving as well. 

The phone rang and I half expected it to be you, but instead it was my mother. If she only could have seen me as I sat there on the balcony in the early afternoon sun chatting away with her whilst still wearing only the little apricot confection. We blathered on for quite some time. She asked if I was seeing anyone yet and I told her a little bit about You, leaving out the details regarding our little adventures. But as I spoke of You and tried to describe You to her I felt my pulse increase and that swelling feeling in my nipples. 

It must have been close to an hour that we spoke and when we hung up I regarded the black thong one more time before drawing a bath and spending the next forty-five minutes in the tepid water. After rinsing with the shower and drying, I went to work on my nest of pubic curls, trimming and then shaving a good half inch off each side and an inch off the top. After regarding my handiwork in the mirror I decide to also trim the length of the remainig hairs so that it didn't appear so much like a powder poof. This time when I looked in the mirror I was pleased at just how sexy I thought it looked. The top of my vaginal slit was clearly discernable whereas before it was largely concealed by the thick brown curls. 

After trying on the thong, I was satisfied with my tonsorial ministrations but became very aware of just how brief of coverage it offered. I assumed we would be at the beach again. If so, this would be quite a display.

At eleven the next morning I stood outside the front door where I worked wearing a cream linen shift that was quite short and fell loosely on my frame. A chunky black necklace accentuated the low cut of the dress. Black pumps completed the ensemble, sexy and at the same time supremely ladylike. You pulled up, I hopped into the passenger seat and once again we headed north for the lake. As we drove, I allowed the hemline of the dress to ride further and further up, hoping that You would find it tantalizing. From the smile on your face I'd have to believe it worked.

Once at the beach, I slipped off the shoes and after we had reached the sand and spread out the blanket, I stood with her back to You then asked if you would unzip me. 

"It would be my pleasure."

I felt the tiny toggle travel down my back then shrugged my shoulders girlishly. The dress fell to my feet. 

You grasped my upper arms and drew me to you. I could feel your swollen manhood through the thin fabric of your speedo as it pressed against my bare buttocks. You ran my hands down further and around to my front, cupping the underside of both breasts, but avoiding the nipples. I felt your breath on my neck followed by a soft kiss. 

I had already lost track of the fact that I was standing there wearing only a tiny bit of fabric. Your hands on me and your body against mine standing there in the hot midday sun was intoxicating and feeling of that bulge against my backside was exquisite. But it was not to last for long. You released me and slowly I turned and revealing my breasts and abdomen to you.

You had opted for a black and white striped suit that day, the stripes accentuating the frontal bulge. Much to my surprise, when You turned to spread out the blanket I discovered that it was not exactly a speedo but rather a thong as well. Obviously You were accustomed to such attire as your backside was evenly tanned, as bronze as the rest of your trim, fit body. Furthermore, you had great buns. I wondered what your reaction would be if I were to give them a little pat. It was very tempting, but I resisted the urge - you were the one in control and I liked that.

We sat and ate, then walked, this time venturing further down the beach before heading back, past the blanket and for a ways in the other direction, then back to the blanket. The entire time I felt magnificently on display marching along hand in hand with you, both of us wearing very very little, both of us with little more than our genitals covered. 

We napped and basked in the summer warmth. There was a nice cooling breeze which also kept the bugs away. Much too quickly it was time to head along so that I could return to work. As I stood to slip the dress on again, I noticed You glancing around. It was a relatively quiet day at the beach and the closest people were several hundred feet away, not paying much attention to us. 

"Take off the thong first." You demanded.

Staring straight into your eyes I with no hesitation slipped it down and off, unveiling my new "do".t felt very daring and I of course also felt extremely exposed standing there with nothing but my chunky necklace on. I watched as you scrutinized my trim work and it seemed as though you approved. After I stood there for a few moments You motioned for me to put the dress on. I did, but left the thong off and popped it into the straw bag we had carried the lunch and blanket in.

We headed for the car and back to "reality", another couple thresholds having been crossed. On the way back downtown we talked a bit about the way things were going. You asked how I was feeling about the whole thing.

"I never ever would have thought a couple weeks ago that I would be strolling around out in public wearing nothing more than a skimpy little thong. For that matter I'd never even worn a thong before the other day, even in private." 

"You seem to have taken to it well." 

"I'd never have dreamed of doing this if You weren't in the drivers seat." 

"That's my role here. I'm the master of ceremonies, the guide, just as we discussed during the interview."

"Yes and I love it. I need someone to tell me to do these things otherwise I never would. Now I'm wondering what comes next and as I try to guess I get excited. On the other hand I'm beginning to get sexually frustrated. I want to have sex so badly right now. You're tormenting me like this."

"That's a part of the plan. Once you've experienced total sexual frustration you'll be amazed at just how wanton you can become and all the boundaries that come down as a result."

I fell quiet, watching You as we drove along soaking in what You had just said.

You broke the silence. "You really looked stunning on the beach today."

I know I blushed. I said no more all the way back to her office. Before I slid out of the car You told me I should come to your office the next day.

"Are we going to the beach again?" 

"No we will be staying in. Knock when you arrive, but then let yourself in once you do."

When I arrived at my door of your office the next day, I found a note taped to the door that read "Strip before you enter but leave your shoes on." The corridors of the building were not highly travelled but still, someone could easily have come along as I undressed. It was more than a bit unnerving. I'd chosen a black and white paisley dress, fairly attenuated and had also decided to eliminate the black lace bra and panties before I left my office. It took almost no time at all to remove the dress and there I stood, naked as a jaybird once again.

As I reached for the doorknob the butterflies arrived, my nipples hardened, and my heart began to pound. Once again You had succeeded in not merely taking me by surprise, but taking me to another state where I eagerly anticipated the next adventure. I was aware that I was about to cross yet another threshold. 

There You sat behind that huge contemporary wooden desk. It must have been easily eight feet wide and was so sleek, polished, and smacked of empowerment. You leaned forward and waved me toward you. Noticing that there was a coathook on the back of the door, so I hung the black and white dress there and proceeded to approach You. I had worn strappy black shoes with four inch heels and the sound they made against the wooden floor made even me more aroused.Click click click. You grinned appreciatively as I neared the guest chairs, just as I had the first meeting, but this time I was already undressed and very aware of it.

You motioned to a small box at the leading edge of the desk. 

"For you." 

Bending over the chairs to reach for it I felt my breasts dangling ever so slightly and my petite triangle of pubic hair rubbed against one of the backs. The box hinged open easily revealing a black velvet blindfold with an elastic strap. 

"I'm guessing this is for me to wear?" 

"Yes. I'd like you to put it on now."

Once it was in place and I could see absolutely nothing, I heard the sound of You pushing your chair back from the desk. 

"Walk around for me," You said, "I'll tell you when to turn or stop."

Timidly I took a few steps to her right. It was extremely disoriienting to try to navigate like that but I got used to it as you steered me around the space. It was like being led by an invisible leash or directed by a choreographer. I thought about the analogy and then decided it was even more as though You were the director, guiding me through the script, something already determined but not yet apparent to me.

"Stop. Now turn ninety degrees and take ten steps."

I was keenly aware of the click-click-clicking of my heels as I tottered about. The sound bounced off the high walls, seeming to both hang in the air and fill it, the resonance making me feel even more naked in that I became more aware of just how large the space was.

"Do you know where you are?" 

"No idea." I replied,quite properly disoriented.

I felt your presense beside me, smelled You despite the fact you wore no cologne, there was no telltale soap scent, just eau de You. The warmth of your breath on my shoulder then told me you were very close.




Thresholds Ch. 04



Something slender and soft grazed the underside of my chin then was drawn across my shoulder where you breath had hovered moments before. It continued down my back before travelling to my front and was run across my breasts. It almost tickled, but not quite. I was surprised when next I felt it run up the inside of one thigh and back down the other. Finally, I felt it drawn between my legs, fun across the slit of my sex. This was repeated several times. Each swipe also drew it up my backside as well, drifting across my anus as it slid up the crack between my cheeks. 

"Bend over and touch your toes." 

Carefully, I did as told, knowing that in the process I was once again exposing myself completely to You. The soft thing that by then I'd decided must be a feather was drawn across my sex one more time and then You left me in that position for quite some time. My thighs began to ache.

"Upright." 

There was a faint rattling sort of noise, then nothing. I sensed that you were again standing quite close. Suddenly I felt something against my right nipple. It was extremely cold. You held it there firmly againt me until I felt a little rivulet as well, realizing then that It must be an icecube. The trail of water dribbled down my breast and abdomen. 

More faint sounds and then silence. I thought I smelled coffee and then I felt an extremely warm sensation on the nipple of my other breast. It took a moment, but then I realized it was your mouth, wrapped around my nipple, licking, sucking, then gently kissing. I moaned in pleasure and you continued, grasping the other breast, but not touching that nipple. I reveled in the wonderful sensation of your mouth and hand on me, fondling and sucking and then a little bite before suddenly drawing away, eliciting a gasp of disappointment as you did so.

I heard your footsteps moving further away. You were barefoot, the soft padding of your feet against the wooden floor a distinct contrast to the sharp click click as I moved about the space.

"Come here." You barked, then guided vocally until you instructed me to stop. I'm certain that at that point you were close enough that I could have reached out and touched you had I tried.

"Kneel." 

Slowly I lowered myself. I was relieved to feel my knees meet the softness of a pillow instead of the hard floor I was expecting. 

"Hands behind your back." You continued with the instructions, "Now keep them there."

Something blunt and somewhat soft pressed against my lips. Almost reflexively I parted them and the something pushed its way between them, in the process spreading my mouth open and fully entering it. At that point I realized it was your penis, the thing I had coveted at the beach and after was now inside me, filling my mouth. 

Both firm and soft, it was thick and with my tongue I felt pronounced swollen blood vessels along the shaft. As You moved it slightly back and forth I felt the the hard flange at the base of the head and when You almost withdrew it I seized the opportunity to explore the slit at the end with the tip of my tongue. A thick, slightly briny emission greeted me there. Then You pushed it forward again, this time more deeply and I gagged slightly as it pressed against my throat. 

Responding to my reaction, You backed off slightly and then began a slow back and forth motion, sliding that magnificent piece of manhood across my tongue and between my lips and I devoured it like a wonderful phallic treat. I was enthralled that you were finally sharing it with me and savoring its every gentle thrust. I longed to stroke it with my hands and fondle your scrotum as well, but you had instructed me to keep my hands behind my back, so I focused on how You felt in my mouth and trying to ensure that it felt as good for you as I could possibly make it be. 

We went on like that for ten or fifteen minutes. A couple more times You tested how much I could take but my gag reflex was too strong for me to take more that about four inches of shaft inside mouth. Eventually I took over and You just stood still and allowing me to suck You in and out, in and out. 

I felt the head swell even larger and suddenly it pulsed violently, erupting in my mouth, throb after throb after throb. My mouth filled with hot thick fluid and I had no choice but to swallow. At first it seemed a little strange but by the third gulp I simply wanted more. I sucked demandingly on it even after there was no more to be had before You gently extricated your member.

"Have you ever swallowed cum before?" You asked.

"I've never had anyone ejaculate in my mouth before." I replied, "So... no."

Still on my knees, I savored the heady brininess of the traces of your semen. There was a trace of muskiness about it as well as a citric sweetness. I loved the fact that it was something that had been directly emitted from you. It seemed as though it had been a great amount, yet like a selfish child longs for candy, I wanted more. 

You helped me to my feet and led me, this time by the hand back to the desk. I listened to the rustling sounds of you dressing. and then you removed the blindfold from my head. I blinked and squinted at first as my eyes fought to accustom themselves to the bright sunlight pouring in that they had been deprived of for the last half hour. We stared at each other for a few moments before You embraced me, kissed the nape of my neck, and suggested that I get dressed. 

"I'll walk you back to your office." You said after I had slipped back into my dress. 

Smiling demurely I replied "Okay, if you insist." 

Reaching down You lifted the hemline of the short dress then ran a hand along the inside of my right thigh, up 'til it touched my soft pubic fur and then my vulvae. I felt youprob at the entrance to vagina just enough to slip a finger partway into me then withdraw it and brought it to your lips to taste. When You offered the finger to me as well I took it in my mouth just as I had your cock and sucked on it until You pulled it away and motioned to the door. 

We headed out and down to the street then on toward my office. Along the way we talked about the upcoming concert in the park and agreed that we should try to go. As we approached the building You issued my next set of instructions. 

"Tomorrow evening I have a social event I'd like you to accompany me to. Your attire for the event will be delivered to your apartment this afternoon. I'll swing by and pick you up at 6:30."

"Okay." I gave You a quick peck on the lips but instead of heading into the building I paused for a moment.

"I really enjoyed having you in my mouth today and although I was very surprised when you climaxed, I liked that as well. I only wish that I could have seen what I was sucking on."

"In due time," came the reply, "In due time."



Thresholds Ch. 05



All afternoon I savored the aftertaste of your semen. I realize that at some point I wasn't really tasting anything actual, but the musky aftereffect seemed to linger for hours and it wasn't until early evening that I relented and drank or ate, preferring not to have anything else compromise the essence. It had been such a shock when your member erupted and at the same time such a delight - the silky hot viscousness filling my mouth had been like a balm for my soul. I'd never desired it but now that I'd had it I craved more. The fact that I'd not been allowed to visually enjoy your manhood was frustrating but by not dealing with a visual component I had experienced the taste, scent, and tactile qualities more intensely.

When finally I acquiesced to permitting anything else to cross my palate, I decided it needed to be something special. Still in the same dress I had earlier shed for You and still sans culottes, I ventured to the smoky taproom a few blocks from my apartment that I had come to frequent once or twice a week. Mark the bartender was at my service immediately.

"The usual?" he queried, referring to my typical glass of pinot grigio.

"No. Tonight I'd like something new, something serious."

"I just got in an incredible bordeaux."

"Something more potent."

"Hmmm... You know, I always had you pegged as a negroni sort of gal." Mark started combining things into a mixing tumbler and before I knew it, a deep amber concoction was sitting before me. 

"Sip slowly." he cautioned.

Doing as instructed (seems I was getting very good at that), I slowly raised the glass to my lips. It smelled a tad citrus-like and as the deep amber liquid made contact with my tongue I was immediately aware of both an herbal quality and a strong alcohol content. It was a complex slightly bitter flavor that took a couple more sips before I became accustomed enough to it to be able to truly enjoy what it had to offer me.

The usual gaggle of office girls was not on the premises and I realized that there were considerably less patrons in general than usually was the case. Nursing my beverage, I lasted about forty-five minutes before the glass was empty and so was the bar almost. At that point I headed out and home a little disappointed. I was feeling a tad frisky and contemplated giving a little flash to somebody but with no one around other than an elderly couple, I lost my nerve to do so.

At my apartment another package was waiting for me in the foyer. This was a larger one, a couple feet wide, half again as long, and deep enough that it held itself upright standing on the black and white mosaic floor. There was a convenient handle at the top which I took hold of to carry it to my unit. Fairly lightweight, it immediately piqued my curiosity. The previous packages from you had been of diminishing size as had been their contents. Now what?

Once inside my own little realm, I satisfied the need to urinate had arisen on my ride home. After shedding the dress I sat down and emptied my bladder. Ever since our little adventure a Starbucks I found that I got very aroused while urinating. Images of You watching me relieve myself that day invaded my thoughts each time I did and I would begin to feel giddy. When finished I removed the shoes, the chunky necklace and matching earrings. I pinned my tresses up atop my head as it was a little hot and very stuffy in the apartment. As I intended to open the windows I decided to don the lavender teddy rather than remain totally naked. If anyone in the complex caught a glimpse of me like that I didn't really care, but I wasn't yet ready to parade my goodies around for everyone to purview.

After the windows were open I settled down to open the package. This time the wrapping was much less elaborate. With the slitting of a couple straps of packing tape it opened and unveiled a black blazer. I immediately slipped it on over the teddy. It fit like a glove, hugging my body in a manner that was almost but not constraining and I imagined You wrapping your arms around me, squeezing me slightly restraining me ever so slightly in the process. I noticed that in addition to the two buttons up the front. The hemline extended just a couple inches lower than my crotch as I stood and there was an extra clasp at the very bottom just above the hemline that fastened invisibly from the inside.

Then I noticed one other item in the box. A small flat black and gold foil box revealed what I at first thought was a pair of stockings or pantyhose but turned out to be a full length black bodysuit. As I held it up before me I discovered that it was a V bodice top with little spaghetti style straps. There was no lace or other adornment and while the silky nylon was a dense black, when held up with light behind was somewhat transparent. I remembered that you had mentioned that together we would be attending some sort of event the next evening. This is what You expected me to wear - the body stocking and the blazer and nothing more. 

I wondered what sort of event it would be. Who might be there? That night I never tried the entire ensemble on. Rather, I hung the blazer up so that the few wrinkles that were a result of being in the box might hang themselves out by the next day. I decided what shoes I would pair with the look, settling on a strappy black pair with three inch heels then focused on earrings and concluded that perhaps no necklace would be best. Before I realized, it was quite late and I was dozing off before the television. 

Work was very busy the next day and for a change the time flew by. I only caught myself thinking about You a couple times but on both occasions I wondered what was in store for the evening. Before I realized it was five o'clock and I was heading out the door into the head of an early summer late afternoon. The sun was blazing and I couldn't wait to get out of the black miniskirt and gray blouse I'd worn as well as the satiny deep blue bra and panty set that hugged my body beneath. 

After showering and freshly shaving my legs as well as touching up my pubic trimming, I applied some makeup, did my eyelashes and shadow, added some blush and lipstick and then fixed my hair in an elaborate combination of part up part down and took the time to work some magic with my curling iron before fixing it all in place. Dangling silver earrings were fastened to my lobes.

Next I guided the body stocking over my feet up my legs and finally torso, slipping the straps onto my shoulders. Adjusting everything took a minute or two of fiddling but when all was, in the mirror it looked stunning. The thin black nylon adhered itself to my body like a film that had been topically applied rather than an article of clothing that I'd stretched over my svelte frame. It did very little to conceal the form of my instantly rigid nipples and there was a shadow of contrast between the aureoles and the paler skin of the rest of my breasts that showed through. Similar evidence of my now small patch of pubic hair was apparent as well. A simple straight seam ran from the neckline down to between my legs and returned up the back. Unlike other body stockings I'd seen, there was no opening at the crotch. If I needed to relive myself, I would have to almost entirely strip. With shoes in place I decided the appearance was almost feline. I liked the way it looked and absolutely loved the way it felt.

The doorbell chimed, sending my pulse racing. You had arrived, as promised right at 6:30. After buzzing You in through the foyer door, I doused my neck and between my breasts with a fresh blast of Obsession and managed to get the blazer on and all the buttons as well as clasp fastened just as you knocked at the door.

Your smile spoke volumes as You examined me head to toe before entering. Your hands went to my waist and drew me close to You. Your nose grazed the underside of my chin and you gently kissed my neck just ahead of my ear. Shuddering in delight I gasped "Oh my."

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a two inch wide band of black velvet unfurling it it front of my face and then turning it to display the opposite side which was studded every quarter inch with a faceted crystal that caught the light and shimmered. Taking hold of each end, you fastened it around my neck, an unseen clasp holding it in position. I paused long enough on the way out the door to regard myself in the mirror. A large deep red crystal bauble dangled from the very front. In an odd sort of manner it completed the ensemble. I also liked the feel of it around my neck - snug but not too tight and the velvet felt more like a caress. For some crazy reason my uterus started to flutter, a feeling I'd never before experienced.

Driving into the city You left the windows up, allowing the air conditioning to do the work of keeping the car cool. After parking near Water Street, we stepped out into the late afternoon heat that was gradually transforming into a lovely summer evening, the kind of atmosphere that was sultry and intoxicating. I wrapped my left arm around your right elbow as we strolled toward the crowd of revelers that filled the block long section of street that had been barricaded off for the event. A small stage elevated a jazz combo above the throng and a lush samba beat filled the air along with the smell of barbecue, occasionally interrupted by a whiff of a passerby's perfume or cologne. There were lots of sexy women in skimpy dresses, lots of braless rigid nipply jiggling, lots of handsome men, lots of raw sensuality out on display.

My attire attracted a great deal of attention. Initially it was a little uncomfortable walking around as though I'd left part of my ensemble at home but I gradually got into it. Eventually it was just plain invigorating. A couple glasses of pinot grigio helped dissolve my inhibitions as well.

Once the sun went down You reached for the front of the jacket and unfastened first one then the other of the buttons, followed by the hidden clasp. The jacket was free to open at any time and expose more of me. I have no doubt that my nipples were discernible through the sheer fabric of the body stocking every so often for a moment or two at a time in the dim light, as was the faint trace of dark curls at my crotch. People began checking me out, first by sidelong glances then eventually more overtly. 

Although I was surprised that we didn't run into anyone from the law office where I worked, we did meet up with several of your friends, some couples, some singles. All of them checked me out pretty thoroughly preceding and following the unbuttoning. I hoped that You were pleased with the impression I was making and at one point got a firm dose of reassurance when I felt your hand at my backside sliding the hem of the jacket up to enable You a grope and pat on my sheerly clad ass. I felt at once both exposed (with so many people around someone must have seen my cheeks on display) and happy that I met with your approval.

Alicia, who you introduced a your "favorite bartender" and I struck up a conversation while You were engaged with a couple with whom You had attended university. Wearing a short black leather, skirt and a lacy deep purple camisole, she looked pretty damn hot. Long blonde hair fell almost to her waist and it was obvious that she was bra less, her nipples making their presence clearly evident. She was small chested, I'd guess barely a B cup, more likely an A.

Surveying my outfit, she commented "That looks comfy."

"It feels great." I replied, hooking my thumbs in the lapels and doing a little spin around.

Alicia giggled and asked "Sort of a showgirl type look. I like it."

I told her that You had selected it for me and she gave me a knowing look.

"Sexy bastard."

Soon after, we headed back for the car. It was around eleven by then and I think at that point I'd had about four glasses of wine and was feeling just fine. Not drunk, but nice feeling. There had been plenty of finger food to counterbalance the alcohol consumption for the most part, but I still had a bit of a buzz going. The crowd had pretty much dispersed and the late night bar hopping scene had yet to materialize.

You unlocked the car and I started to get in but You gently took my arm and guided me upright again. Your hands went to the lapels of my jacket, grasping them and guiding it off my shoulders and arms before tossing it in on the seat. You closed the door and there I stood wearing nothing but the gossamer garment that clung to my every contour like a coat of paint. It was dark out and the street lighting was dim, so the translucency was minimalized, but still it was mere ounces that I was wearing as you guided me away from the car and back to Water Street.

We strolled along in the warm evening air, a perfect temperature for a nearly naked walk. My heels clicked away on the sidewalk as we traversed from one end of the long block to the other before returning back again. There were still a few dozen people about and my heart pounded as everyone stared. A few weeks earlier I would have been mortified over even the thought of attempting such a brazen act but that evening I was intoxicated not only with alcohol, but with the pride that came with knowing that I looked incredible but also in that You wished to display me in this manner. I heard "Holy shit!" and "Whoa!", but what I remember the most was the comment from a somewhat inebriated older woman who was heading out of a restaurant gripping her companion's arm: "Oh to be young again."

As we approached the car I thought about thresholds again. Tonight had certainly been a curious new variation on the theme. Once inside the car You kissed me deeply and passionately your hands on my breasts as you did so. Your tongue bored into my mouth in a manner that reminded me of how your penis had been there the previous afternoon. I found myself craving it again, longing to experience that eruption of hot gooey semen and feel it slide down my throat as I swallowed. Your hand went to my crotch and cupped my wetness there. I was both embarrassed that I was so wet with arousal but also proud that I was and glad that You were aware of just how ready I was for You. Groping in the dark, I found the rigid form of your member through your slacks. You too were more than ready. But then You released your embrace, started the car and we drove off, every ounce of my body and soul in anguish, craving for release from the overpowering sexual tension intensity that was surging through me at that moment. It was obvious that You intended to torment me further.

Back at my apartment complex we sat in the car and talked for a bit. You played with my nipples some through the sheer fabric. 

"Would You like to come in?"

"No, but I want to watch you walk in." 

I reached for the jacket but You said "Leave that here." 

Taking a deep breath I stepped out of the car.

"My office tomorrow at noon." 

I felt your eyes upon me as I strode down the walk toward the entry vestibule. I wondered who else was watching but I cared only that I knew You were. The car engine had not started, so I knew that You were sitting there in the dark watching me, watching my nearly naked backside as I passed under the streetlamp, watching me enter the brightly lit vestibule, enter my pass code, and pass through both sets of doors. When I reached my apartment I left the lights off and peeled the bodysuit off then stepped back into my shoes before walking out to the balcony wearing nothing but the shoes and collar. Only when I was standing at the railing did I hear the engine turn over and see the lights come on. As You backed out of the parking spot I felt like one does right after sex, the strange sense of elation, exhaustion, connectedness, and loneliness that sometimes overwhelms you. I stood there like that for a few minutes after You disappeared, feeling a soft breeze waft across my naked flesh and hoping that someone was watching me, maybe masturbating in the dark. 

I slept that night with the collar on. It almost felt as though you were still there by my side. In the morning I finally removed it when I showered. At eleven I dressed, selecting a turquoise lace thong, black leggings, a turquoise tube top that showed off my nipples nicely and added a pair of high heeled turquoise pumps that I'd stumbled across right after I'd purchased the thong and top. The velvet collar was fastened back in place and again I felt the fluttering, although not as intensely as when You had placed it around my neck.

Arriving at your office at noon as you had requested I knocked and was rewarded by your immediate answer. You embraced me, we kissed and your hands groped my breasts, squeezing my nipples ever so slightly.. Taking the cue, I dispensed with first the top, then the shoes, and finally the leggings. With the leggings gone I stood there in only the thong and collar. You asked me to put shoes went back on and motioned to the sofa. On the coffee table, sat a chilled bottle of prosecco and two glasses. After opening the bottle, You poured a glass of the bubbling liquid and handed it to me but the other glass was left untouched.

"Aren't You going to have any?" I asked. 

"No, not yet."

Then You requested that I take the thong off. After sliding it down and awkwardly past the shoes as I perched on the very edge of the sofa seat.

"Sit back and spread your legs wide apart. Let me see that lovely twat of yours as though you're inviting me inside." 

I obliged, treating You to a completely unencumbered view of my sex. I still was unaccustomed to hearing my sexual organ referred to by the crude terms "twat" or "pussy" but I also was beginning to enjoy hearing you speak that way. It was like a different language that came from a different place. I had been maintaining my little triangle of fur with great precision and it trailed slightly past the start of my vulvae to each side. You appeared to savor the view for a while, then suggested I relax and enjoy my prosecco. 

There was a knock at the door and I jumped a mile. As You headed back across the room to answer it, I wondered whether to cover up or remain so brazenly exposed. Opening the door wide revealed a statuesque blonde who you seemed to be expecting. After a brief hug You led her in and across the room where she stood with her calves brushing the sofa immediately before where I was perched with my legs splayed wide and my sex on display so lewdly. She was introduced as Anita and I used the introduction as an opportunity to restore some sense of dignity by standing to shake her hand. Even at that it felt odd to be the only one naked.

"Would you please pour Anita a glass of prosecco?" You asked. As I did so, Anita started to unbutton her jeans, wriggle them past her hips, then kick off the short boots she was wearing so that the jeans could be completely removed. The peasant style blouse she was wearing came way past her waist and at first revealed only her darkly tanned legs. I offered her the glass, which she accepted, took a modest sip of, then followed with a deep gulp. 

After returning the now half empty glass to me to hold, she proceeded to pull the blouse up off over her head to reveal a flesh colored bra and panty set, then unclasped the bra and stepped out of the panties. With her clothes in a pile on the floor now, she reached for the glass back from me and enjoyed another swig.

I immediately noticed that Anita was the bearer of true blonde pubic hair, nicely groomed, but long and flowing. Although it was not as light in color as the short cropped hair on her head, it still contrasted shockingly with her darkly tanned body. Her breasts were ample, I would guess probably large c-cups and she was tall and athletic. Huge aureole capped her globes and a rose tattoo adorned her left thigh. 

Just as I was adjusting to the concept of the two of us standing there in the nude You started to unbuckle your belt, then unzipped your fly, and dropped dropped your jeans to the floor before and pulling your black T off over your head. You weren't wearing any underwear, so suddenly there you were in all your naked glory, your member already swollen and erect, proudly standing at attention.




Thresholds Ch. 05



After so much longing to see you like this it still came as quite a shock. Your body was lithe and masculine, muscled but not what would be called athletic. Your penis was moderately large, at least larger than my ex had been, and rather than thin and stick-like, your member was thick with fat mushroom shaped crown. I immediately craved it, wanted to feel it fill my vaginal cavity, feel the ridge at the base of the crown scrape the walls of my uterus. This form was what I had felt in my mouth two days earlier and now the picture was complete. I was mesmerized by the pure aura of masculinity it emitted.

Anita set her glass down on the coffee table and approached You, reaching out to grasp your manhood. At first she merely grasped it, as though feeding on the energy it throbbed with. Then she gently began stroking it and it appeared to get harder still. She fondled your testicles for a bit before returning to stroking and then dropped to a squat in front of You with her legs spread wide. As she opened her mouth to accept the head, she reached down between her legs and started to masturbate. I saw a finger disappear up inside as she took took entire shaft deep into her mouth, far more than I had been able to accommodate. Her other hand went back to your gonads, gently massaging them as she began a back and forth motion with her head, your shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, her finger in and out of her vaginal slit. Every once in a while You would withdraw completely so that she could lick the shaft and so that I could get a glimpse of Your fat mushroom glans glistening in the mid day light. 

You suggested I come over and kneel down on the floor so that I might better observe. Positioned with my face less than a foot away, I had a ringside seat watching a true fellatio expert. Later you explained that Anita didn't care for conventional sex, but loved to "give head" and seemed not to have any gag reflex. At times your gonads were tightly pressed against her chin. At one point she pulled her sopping wet fingers from her crotch and wrapped them around your shaft to lubricate it before returning them to the task between her thighs. Her cheeks dimpled as she sucked away earnestly on your pole . 

Eventually her magic must have reached the point where You couldn't hold back any more and You withdrew from her mouth, grabbing the shaft in order to aim it at her open lips. Spasm after spasm of thick white fluid spewed onto her waiting tongue. Anita groaned and shuddered in her own self-induced orgasm. 

After squeezing everything she could from you, Anita swallowed, then softly wrapped her mouth around your shaft again, making certain that she had milked every ounce of semen from it. I stared wide-eyed and lips parted, breathing heavily as I did, wishing it was my mouth being graced with the deposit. 

Anita stood and offered You her fingers, from which You eagerly sucked her juices. She took another swig of her drink and then started to get dressed again. You slipped your jeans and T back on, saw her to the door and returned to offer me your hand. I stood then retrieved my clothes and got dressed again as well and then you saw me to the door.

"So are you happy? Now you've seen my cock."

"Well, not exactly..." 

Laughing you replied "You're not supposed to be... at least not yet." 



Thresholds Ch. 06



Sunday morning was bright, sunny, and cloudless. I was awake early as the birds were making an awful racket outside. You could tell it was going to be a scorcher of a day, hot and humid. I'd slept in a pair of simple cotton bikini panties with tiny pink dots and I stayed in them as I fixed breakfast then straightened up the place a bit. You'd said You were planning to stop in before we headed out on our adventure for the day and my housekeeping was a bit lackluster. The blinds and windows were open to let in what precious little breeze there was. I'd gotten to the point where I didn't really care if anyone saw my bare breasts. In fact I kind of wished that someone would. 

I showered, and then shaved first my legs and then carefully the area to each side of my now small swath of pubic hair. The faintest of tan lines traced across my hips, my breasts showed no trace of such. After drying my hair, I did my face ever so slightly, a bit of mascara, a hint of eyeliner, and a trace of lipstick. 

The buzzer startled me when it sounded. It was most certainly You, punctual as always. The fluttery thing in my stomach happened and my heart rate jumped a notch higher. After buzzing You in through the vestibule downstairs I quickly I slipped on my high heeled sandals. The knock on my door started my heart racing again. Peeking through the peephole I saw You standing there with a shopping bag in hand. I felt delightfully exposed for You as I opened the door and your appreciative smile left me with no doubt that you approved. We embraced standing there, you in your faded jeans and coral T shirt, me naked as a jay bird.

You kissed the nape of my neck and it sent an electric shock through my body. I had never been kissed like that. My knees felt as though they might give way at any moment. You did it again and then your lips grazed mine ever so lightly before You then lowered your face and kissed first one and then the other nipple, again the tremors shot through my frame. I felt your hand at my crotch and then a finger lightly stroking my vulvae. Your mouth remained on my left nipple and I felt your tongue trace a tiny circle around the aureole. My body began to quiver uncontrollably and I pressed myself hard against you.

Suddenly releasing me, you asked "Coffee?"

All I could muster as a response was an affirmative nod. I was fighting desperately to catch my breath and at the same time sort out all the wonderful luscious sensations I'd just felt, all jammed into ten or fifteen seconds. I spun and headed toward the kitchen making certain to sway my ass as provocatively as I could. You followed, closing the door behind you, but not before I heard another close further down the hall.

Handing You your cup of java I asked "What's on the agenda today?" I was hoping we might be heading for the beach. It was perfect weather for skimpy attire out in the sun.

"Ever been to Sun Acres?" 

"Never even heard of it." 

"Its at the south end of one of the lakes - about a two hour drive." 

You then handed me a brown cardboard box secured with a pink ribbon. After releasing the bow and removing the cover I found tucked between sheets of pale pink tissue a teddy of lilac silk with ecru lace. Holding it up by the tiny little shoulder straps, I squealed "Ooooh!", then one foot at a time carefully stepped into it and slipped the straps up over my shoulders. 

It felt heavenly. Trotting over to the full length mirror in the hall I was stunned at the sight of myself in this beautiful little wisp of liquid lavender. My nipples poked at the thin fabric, forming rigid crests. The legs were cut quite high and trimmed in lace. As I turned I could see my cheeks peeking out in the back. 

I knew You were going to have me wear this in public. It really didn't cover much and it was obviously intended as an under layer or for the boudoir. The flutters hit again. 

Walking to the bedroom to grab my purse and a bag, I felt my breasts wiggling slightly, nipples grazing against the softness of the silk as they did. I wanted so badly to slip into the bed and have You take me right there but I knew better. You undoubtedly had other plans for me for the day. On an impulse I touched up my eye makeup, adding some lavender eye shadow to coordinate with the teddy.

Returning to the kitchen I watched as You drained off the last sip of coffee then rinsed the cup in the sink. My ex would never have thought to do that. Somehow, even that simple act seemed sexy to me, the sense of consideration that accompanies something like that further defined why it was that I could place so much trust in You that I could allow for You to exercise such control over me.

"Ready?" You asked. 

Taking a deep breath I shrugged and responded "What the hell!"

We made it down the corridor and staircase without running into anyone. As we headed down the sidewalk toward your car I felt incredibly exposed and then sure enough along came an older gentleman who lived on the second floor. Oh my god. My first reaction was embarrassment but then I remembered how hot I had looked in the mirror and the feeling switched to exhilaration. 

As we passed each other he smiled.

"Good morning" he offered.

It was a fairly normal smile, not a sleazy leer like I might have expected and I felt pleased that I'd probably made his morning if not his entire day. I found myself who else might be checking me out through their apartment window and remembering how my cheeks looked in the mirror. The sun was high enough in the sky and the temperature had climbed to the point that there were no birds warbling now. The only sound other than some distant traffic was the click-click of my heels against concrete that most certainly must have drawn attention through the many open windows. 

Inside the car I drew in a deep breath. I was excited and glancing at You I could tell You were very very pleased. A 

sly grin graced your features and I caught you adjusting things at your crotch. I envisioned your swollen cock, yearning to feel the fat mushroom head in my mouth again. We headed out of the complex then threaded our way through a few blocks of city streets before catching the expressway and heading south. 

The ride was filled with casual conversation and I completely forgot about my attire and degree of exposure. Forty five minutes of highway driving followed by another fifteen of two lane road winding along the lake shore had slipped by when You guided the car into a scenic overlook and turned off the ignition. There were no other vehicles parked as we both climbed out and stretched. The hot sun almost made me feel appropriately attired, but just couldn't overcome the sense of exposure I felt dressed in my little wisp of a confection. 

You took my hand and led the way along a path that ended after a hundred feet or so at an overlook with a stunning view down the long narrow lake in both directions. Dozens of boats were at play in the water far below. You stood behind me with your hands on my bare shoulders at first, caressing them softly, sending tingles down my spine as You did. Then they wandered around to my front, cupping a breast in each, finger my nipples through the silk. I felt a kiss on the back of my neck which led to even more tingles. As I leaned backward I could feel a prominent bulge in your jeans.

The sound of another vehicle arriving broke the magic of the moment, sending my heart racing. There was no way to avoid being seen in my barely adequate attire. You sensed my trepidation, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and holding me close as we headed back to the car. Parked barely ten feet from us was a red minivan from which were emerging a middle aged couple. As they spotted us, the look on his face was priceless, a combination of surprise and elation, while hers was more surprise accompanied by a subtle shaking of her head as we walked past. They disappeared down the path as we got back into the car, me breaking into nervous laughter as soon as the doors slammed shut. It was really quite a rush and I began to wonder what else lay in store for me that day.

Another twenty minutes of driving took us further and further off the beaten track with us turning down a dirt road for a quarter mile or so and then a driveway that was interrupted by a gate a hundred or so off the road. You tapped in a code on the keypad and the gate swung upward to allow us passage. As we headed further, a small complex of single story buildings came into view, mostly small cabin type structures, but one larger that appeared to be a clubhouse of some sort. Twenty or thirty vehicles were parked on a grassy hillside and we came to a stop in the midst of them.

When I got out of the car this time I was more concerned than before because there were obviously other people present and it was a certainty that I'd be seen. But maybe that was what You had in mind, for me to be on display in my little silk teddy for lots of people to see. My curiosity was certainly piqued.

Then I saw the first other individuals. A young couple strode by, less than ten feet away and both were completely buck naked. Initially I was a little confused, expecting to be less clothed than anyone else, but after I also spotted a middle aged man strolling across the lawn in front of the large building, I realized that this must be a nudist camp. Never having been to one, I hadn't suspected that Sun Acres was going to be a club dedicated to nudity.

Glancing over at You I realized that your shirt was already off and it appeared as though You were stepping out of your jeans. A momentary crouch indicated that your briefs had just been removed as well. Suddenly even the skimpy little piece of lingerie I had on made me feel overdressed and I slid the skinny little straps over my shoulders then shimmied out of it. 

There is something inherently sexy about undressing like that out in the wide open and mid day sunshine. I still find it hard to describe other than to say that its oddly exhilarating and at the same time quite liberating. Tossing both the teddy and my cares in through the open window of the car felt like I was ditching the world of prudent behavior as well. A very soft breeze swept across the hillside for a moment and I loved the feeling as it wafted over my nakedness, particularly the sensation of it drifting between my legs. My nipples tingled and went hard.

Heading down to the clubhouse we encountered several other couples of various ages coming and going, all naked save for flip flops or sandals on their feet. My heeled sandals seemed a little out of place. Inside we signed in at a counter and then went back outside through a back door which led to a deck overlooking a good sized in ground pool surrounded by chaise lounges, most of which were occupied by more naked people. A number of individuals frolicked and swam in the pool and there were at least a dozen children at play both in and out of the water as well. Everyone seemed totally at ease with both their own nakedness as well as that of everyone else. 

There were all ages and body sizes and types, old ladies with drooping breasts, older men with paunches, middle aged women in straw hats and sunglasses watching children at play, sleek deeply tanned young women, muscular young jocks, you name it. I became more comfortable and remembered that I too was wearing sunglasses which would allow my eyes to surreptitiously wander, so I began to check out the various penises present. I was fascinated ad they too covered a wide gamut. For the most part they were small and retracted but a couple were long and dangled. I couldn't imagine what large ones could possibly be like in an erect state.

I also checked out the other women. All different shapes and sizes of breasts were on view. The other thing that I noticed was that every other woman had thick ungroomed thatches of pubic hair. I felt suddenly self conscious about my inch wide swath of trimmed pubes. I also then realized that they all were probably checking me out too as we strode alongside the pool, heading toward an empty pair of chaises. After spreading our towels out we lay down to catch some rays. Glancing around, the standard posture for both male and female seemed to be feet on the chaise, legs spread wide. I followed suit and marveled at how wonderful it felt as the sun baked down on my labia. Now wonder everyone had assumed the same pose. I wondered if it could possibly feel as good on the various penises that were so brazenly on display. 

Looking over at You a rush of arousal came flooded over me. Closing my eyes I thought of how marvelous your cock felt in my mouth and how you had tasted when you erupted. Drifting off to sleep, I dreamed of it instead lodged deep within my vagina, its thick shaft and fat mushroom head filling me from within. 

When I awoke You were still there, reading a book. Feeling quite hot, I decided to take a dip in the pool. The water was quite warm and there were a dozen or so kids playing as well as several adults who appeared to also be there for whatever cooling effect the tepid water might afford. 

Feeling a hand on my shoulder I realized that You had joined me. Our bodies touched under the surface of the water and the fluttering sensation rushed through my body again and then again as I realized that your penis had rubbed against my thigh. Even flaccid it held the power to unravel me.

We frolicked in the water for a while, grabbing deep gulps of air and then swimming underwater. I loved seeing You like that, totally naked, floating, moving as though in slow motion. I was also very impressed at how You could grab a lung full of air and then propel yourself from one end of the pool to the other, never coming up for another gulp of oxygen. For a while we floated on our stomachs fingers locked in the others, feet gently kicking to keep us afloat and in position. 

After a bit we emerged, dried off, then got hamburgers from the little grille operation inside the clubhouse. Washing them down with tall paper cups filled with lots of ice and a few precious mouthfuls of lemonade, we returned to our chaises and You reached into the canvas tote bag You had brought the towels in and withdrew a small leather case then handed it to me. 

"I have a special task for you".

My curiosity definitely aroused (You were always very good at the whole arousal thing), I took the case from You. Zipping it open I found a small pair of blunt scissors, a razor, several fresh blades, and a small can of aerosol shave cream.

"I want you to go to the shower room inside and shave off all your pussy hair."

Whoa.

There it was again, that shock of You want me to do WHAT? Another threshold and another one I never ever would have seen coming. I thought the threshold for today was simply the whole business of being naked out in the open in the presence of a hundred or so others. But shave my pubic hair (or as you so eloquently phrased it, my "pussy hair")? No, never would've guessed it. And not only that, but then I would have to parade around like that in front of all these people who had already seen me with my pubes intact, albeit more minimally present than anyone else's. But, the deal was for me not to question, merely to obey, so off to the showers I marched, bag with pussy shaving implements in hand. 

The showers and restroom turned out to be a unisex affair, four toilet stalls with privacy doors and a couple shower stalls with plastic curtains, all for use by anyone. After turning on one of the showers I started by clipping the already short hairs that comprised my inch wide swath to a quarter inch or so long. Then I lathered up with the shave cream and proceeded to gently tug away at them with the razor until I had cleared the entire area. I found that I needed to change the blade and repeat the procedure twice more before it was stubble free and smooth. Using the small hand towel that You had included in the kit, I dried myself off and then regarded my new look in the mirror above the sink. 

It looked strange. Not since I was twelve years old had I been bare down there. It looked like a little girl and that clammy feeling of embarrassment crept over me. I panicked and at first resisted leaving the shelter of the shower room but eventually I slunk out first the door of the room and then out into the broad daylight, my freshly shaved womanhood clearly on display just like the kids playing in the pool earlier. 

It was an interesting sensation. The embarrassment quickly passed. Encountering several people immediately upon exiting the clubhouse, I was greeted by either total nonchalance or in the case of one man and another woman, by an appreciative smile. The woman, a buxom redhead with an unruly head of russet curls and a thick forest of matching pelvic follicles gave me a good looking over as she held the door for me then grinned appreciatively. The man, a robust and deeply tanned example of Mediterranean lineage simply nodded and gave me the same sort of look the older gentleman from my apartment complex had earlier that day

This time the ever so slight breeze that swept across the hillside felt even more sensuous as it not only kissed my thighs but now my unprotected labia as well. I shivered slightly, not from cold but from the direct connection that suddenly was there between my genitalia and the natural elements. It was like everything else you asked of me - like nothing I'd felt before but also like I'd been waiting for this my whole life. I felt exposed, vulnerable, sexy, glamorous, trashy, and empowered all at the same time. And trying to sort out all those competing signals at the same time was nothing short of invigorating.

Returning poolside again, the reaction was more pronounced and obvious. It seemed as though everyone was looking, everyone was checking me out. One woman even went so far as to tip her sunglasses off her nose in order to take a better look. I found myself once again straightening my posture and I wished I was wearing high heels instead of barefoot so that my breasts would jiggle a little more and my progress would be accompanied by the inevitable staccato. I was loving it and never would have thought of visiting a nudist camp let alone shaving myself while I was there so that would be so totally completely exposed.

I reached the chaises we had commandeered and your eyes ran over my frame, coming to rest on my crotch. I swear, I saw your cock stiffen.

"How does it feel?" 

"Interesting, very interesting." was all I could say. After taking a few moments I added "Now I feel exposed, very exposed." 

I swear I saw You get harder. I felt even more empowered. There is just something unbelievably empowering about the concept of being a strong enough erotic presence that you can make a flaccid penis go hard and if you stop and think about the concept of being able to make that marvelous organ of manhood explode like a volcano (thank you MJ for that "bleeding" visual) its even more powerful feeling. 

Slipping back into my chaise, I spread my legs wide to permit the sun a clear view of my hairless crotch, as well as anyone else who was interested.

We lasted about another hour before deciding that we'd had enough sun for the day, heading back to the car. I slipped again into the teddy while You put on shorts and a T. As we headed home I slid a hand under the lace leg band to feel the smooth slickness where only a couple hours earlier there had been a swath of soft short hairs. Fingers wandering further I discovered I was wet. Very very wet. 

We took our time driving homeward, headed south first for a bit before looping back up the east side of the next lake. The entire time I wore only the teddy. For the most part no one noticed but when they did, I'm not certain they really got more than a glimpse or had a clue as to what was really going on. We hit the city around six and after a stop at a liquor store to pick up a bottle of Tequila and some triple sec accompanied by a run into the supermarket for limes (I stayed in the car) we headed back to my apartment complex where things were pretty quiet. It had turned into a real scorcher of a day and I think that everyone was inside with their air conditioning on, but I bet a few again got a real eyeful as we walked from the car to the vestibule still wearing nothing more than the teddy. Once inside, we ordered a pizza and You made Margaritas.




Thresholds Ch. 06



After the delivery kid arrived, You talked about how I should have flashed him. I wasn't so certain although I had to admit I was dying to show someone else my new "hairstyle" (hairlesstyle?). After the pizza and margaritas and all the sun, we both fell asleep. I woke up in the recliner in the morning still in the lavender teddy. You were gone but there was a note that instructed me to come by your office the next day at noon.

That was another one of those mornings that went on forever. It was sheer torture, nothing of any interest going on at the office, nothing to distract me from how slowly the clock was moving along. I had come to realize that if you expected me at your office it most likely meant something very erotic, something I wasn't expecting but something I'd love participating in once we got going and something that would somehow change me forever, another threshold.

I'd worn a simple pale blue dress that day, kind of Pollyanna-ish. The white high heels I'd selected to go with it were a deliberate contrast. I wore no hosiery and no bra, instead opting for a simple white cotton camisole and matching white cotton thong, both edged with a. The selection had to do mostly with what didn't need to be washed. Laundry was something that had taken a back seat to the erotic adventures that You had me involved in. Mid morning I made myself a note to remember to do some wash that evening.

At eleven forty-five I headed out, making my way on foot the few blocks to your place. Watching the threatening clouds roll in, I wished I'd brought an umbrella. It certainly looked as though it was going to downpour. Ironically enough the last time I'd worn this dress I'd been caught off guard by a sudden downpour. It was while I had still been with my ex and when I got soaked it was extremely obvious that I was wearing underthings that my mother might have thirty years earlier. At least this time if it happened, what people would see was far sexier. 

Knocking on the door to your office I again wondered what You had in store for me today. As the door opened I was more than a little surprised to find You standing there naked, your cock standing at attention, ready for action, begging for attention. I reached out and fondled it, feeling it go even more rigid as I did. I remained in the hallway and You in the office for several minutes, me gently stroking your beautiful member gently, marveling in it's throbbing rigidity. 

"Undress." You eventually commanded.

Still standing in the hall, I removed first the dress, then the camisole and finally the thong, revealing my now hairless crotch. Another couple minutes passed with us now both naked, me still in the hallway, you still within the office. I heard a door close somewhere in the distance, but no footsteps followed. Nevertheless my heart raced. After what seemed like an eternity You finally pointed to a cushion from the sofa that was lying on the floor just inside the door.

"Kneel."

After I lowered my knees to the cushion You positioned your gorgeous manhood just inches from my face. I knew exactly what You expected of me and obligingly opened my mouth. Slowly You moved it forward, slipping between my waiting lips and then further and further into my mouth until I could feel it press against my throat. I gagged slightly and you withdrew an inch or so. I gently grasped the base of your shaft with one hand and your gonads with the other. Slowly moving my mouth forward and back I sucked, stroked, and fondled. I felt your hands on my head, guiding me, urging me on. I could taste your precum. I closed my eyes to better appreciate the smells, tastes and feelings. 

Every so often, I would stop sucking so that I could lick your magnificent shaft and stroke the entire length of it. At those moments I opened my eyes to also savor the visual element of this marvelous organ. Neither of us said a word.

Cock. The word suddenly seemed so very appropriate, much more wonderfully crude and masculine than penis. Then I thought about the word pussy and it too seemed a better descriptor than vagina. I wanted my sex to be referred to as a pussy and my breasts as tits. Its amazing the sort of epiphanies one can have with a big fat cock in one's mouth, especially when the cock belongs to You. Why had it taken me so long to let go of my unwieldy, technical, and un-erotic vocabulary?

I became lost in the euphoria of the moment, only able to think about was genitalia - my own now more than merely moist pussy, but more importantly your engorged cock in my mouth as I slid my lips back and forth on it. I forgot all about the fact that here we were, both naked right in the threshold of the open doorway until again I heard a door open and then close, this time closer than before. I heard footsteps and although it sounded as though they were coming nearer, it then seemed that they had turned a corner and were then headed away again. 

Your cock began to swell enormously and You instructed me to "hold my balls". I gently squeezed them with my left hand as I clenched the shaft of your member with my right. Suddenly You erupted in my mouth. Torrents of hot gooey nectar filled it and I had to pull back as I couldn't swallow fast enough. A final hard gush hit me squarely in the cheek as I gulped down your gift. With a finger I wiped it from my face then sucked the finger clean before also licking every last drop from your magnificent manhood.

"Good girl. Now dress and leave."

And just like that it was over. I stood in the still open doorway pulled my panties on, slipped on the chemise, and then stepped into the dress. Still naked yourself, you buttoned me up the back before kissing me on the cheek. As I turned and walked away I heard the door quietly close behind me and the crisp click as it latched.

On the return to my office I marveled at the event but also worried that I had serviced You well enough. You had shooed me away so suddenly that I hoped I'd not disappointed You. I couldn't bear the thought of not pleasing You or worse yet, of not seeing You again because I had.

As it turned out, my fears were unfounded. Upon reaching my desk, I found a beautiful bouquet of flowers from the most exclusive florist in town waiting for my return. Huge lilies cascaded amongst roses, Fuji mums, and babies breath. It was astonishingly beautiful and everyone who walked by was taken by them, even the crankiest of the senior partners. I immediately called You.

"Thank you," I whispered "For both gifts."

"My pleasure." 

I giggled and wondered if You were still naked. Something told me that You probably were. If you were, I fantasized that You were playing with yourself as we spoke.

"I need to get back to the project I've been working on." 

"Let's plan on the beach for tomorrow. 

"Okay, Bye."

Around four o'clock and envelope arrived. When opened it revealed my attire for the beach the next day, a tiny turquoise blue thong with a g-string style back. There was barely enough to cover my bits it seemed. It looked like I was in for another adventure.

Another threshold to cross.



Thresholds Ch. 07



After work I did some shopping then went back to my apartment. I stripped down and spent the rest of the evening wearing nothing but a pair of leopard print satin panties I'd purchased earlier. Compared to the contents of the envelope You'd had delivered to me at work they were really pretty conservative but I felt very comfortable in them. Once again I didn't bother pulling the shades down.

I was getting increasingly frustrated with regard to needing some sexual release. You had instructed me not to play with myself and quite frankly I didn't at that point really have a clue as to where to start. Sure, I'd fiddled with myself when I was a teenager, but I'd never orgasmed, so the whole process was more frustrating still. But feeling the sensation of your stiff cock in my mouth and then the feel and taste as you filled it with your man juice made me long for something stiff and throbbing between my legs, rubbing against me and then entering me, filling me up. I wanted to feel the hot gush of fluid inside me, I wanted your tongue inside my mouth, your hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. 

But all I could do is wait for the next day and anticipate what might transpire. I fell asleep on the sofa and had crazy dreams. 

Around two AM I awoke. The complex was hushed and next to no lights burned. It was still quite warm. I felt an incredible urge to take a dip in the pool. Summoning up a little dose of courage I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself and headed out the door, down the hall, out the vestibule and across the lawn to the pool. The lights were all out but I could hear the sound of water gently splashing as someone swam in the dark. 

Approaching the gate to the pool I realized that it was a couple having a late night dip. Taking a deep breath I let myself in and then draped the towel over the chain link fence, in the process baring my breasts to air. A couple weeks earlier I'd never have considered standing there wearing nothing but a pair of panties like that. Now I was doing so without even having to be instructed to do so by You. I imagined that You would likely be proud of me. I truly had crossed a great many thresholds.

One by one I traversed the underwater steps at the shallow end of the pool, lowering myself into the tepid water as I did. The sound of the swimmers had subsided somewhat considerably but now I could hear giggling instead. I realized that I'd intruded on a private little interlude and suddenly was a bit embarrassed, both for myself and for them. Dropping down to my shoulders in the water I decided to just keep as low a profile as possible, possibly even just turn tail and leave right away. 

However, keeping our distance from each other they and I stayed put for the next fifteen or twenty minutes before they made their way by me just a few feet to my right then climbed the steps out of the pool. In the dim moonlight I could just barely discern that they were both naked and that he was sporting a distinct erection. Once out of the water she grasped his member and led him across the concrete deck toward the gate. They stooped to pick up towels that I'd not noticed on my way in, then disappeared into the thick and humid night air.

Soon after I too exited the water. Feeling emboldened by the couple's brazeness, I peeled off the now soggy panties, squeezed as much water from them as possible, then left them hooked over a fencepost to dry as much as they might given the humidity before wrapping my towel around myself and heading back to my digs. This time I crawled naked into my bed and slept soundly until dawn.

I'd left the envelope in my desk drawer, assuming that we would be getting together at lunch time. Sure enough my phone rang around ten. My heart raced upon hearing your voice at the other end.

"How's my favorite little cunt this morning?"

I have no doubt that I must have turned beet red. I may have bought into You referring to my genitalia as a pussy, but your use of the C word still seemed crude and shocking. At the same time I was delighted to be referred to as your cunt.

"I'm just dandy today. How's my favorite cock?", whispering the second sentence into the mouthpiece.

"Ha Ha! Touche!" was the response. "Your vocabulary is finally begining to expand a little bit."

Continuing to whisper I countered "Yes, your little cocksucker is learning something new every day."

"Indeed. Did you receive the envelope yesterday?" 

"Yes, I did. Shall I assume You would like me to wear that today?"

"Exactly."

"Oh well, guess You won't have the opportunity to see the cute little pink panties I bought yesterday."

The response from the other end of the line was a chortle followed by "Another time, another time."

At noon you were outside waiting for me. Sliding into the passenger seat I deliberately let my short beige linen skirt ride clear up to my waist so that you would catch a glimpse of the tiny patch of turquoise fabric. 

Once the blanket was spread out at the beach I peeled off my skirt then stood there for a moment in my blouse which still managed to barely cover my crotch before slowly unbuttoning it and then removing the salmon pink satin bra I'd worn and which matched the panties I'd removed in order to don the tiny little triangle of turquoise I then stood in the bright sun wearing nothing more than. 

A turquoise string ran up the cleft between my ass cheeks and connected to similar ones that ran from the other two corners of the patch that barely concealed my genitalia. Clinging tightly to my now clean shaven crotch it nestled slightly into the slit there and left virtually nothing up to the imagination.

To my surprise, when You peeled off your jeans I was treated to a truly exquisite sight. Rather than your customary speedo, a dark navy thong graced the contours of lithe and sinewy frame. Never before had I really noticed how nice an ass You possessed but there it was, bronzed as the rest of you, almost as totally on display as was mine. The thong also clung to your luscious package of manhood, the contours of your cock and balls clearly defined. 

That day we chatted, we strolled, we held hands, and we proudly showed off our bodies for anyone who wanted to see. Margaret actually rose and approached us, her pendulous and deeply bronzed breasts wobbling obscenely as she did. The gay boys couldn't keep there eyes off You and every other male that crossed our path was practically drooling as they ogled me. It was marvelous, the only detractors being a couple of women we encountered with attitude or self image or who knows what problems. 

That evening I retrieved my leopard print panties from the fencepost, opting to do so while the sun was still up and there were still lots of neighbors sitting around with drinks in hand or grabbing an end of the day dip. I strolled in wearing a T shirt that just barely concealed that I was wearing scalding red panties. My nipples were on high beam and I had purposely elected to wear the sandals with high heels so to ensure that my tits would jiggle as much as possible. The net result was a lot of attention and I loved it.

The next day was more time at the beach, but this time with me in canary yellow and You in black. Our tans were getting darker and darker by the day. Nothing much different happened that day other than at one point You totally completely caught me off guard when You bent over to kiss my right nipple. 

*

Around seven that evening my phone rang and it was You inquiring as to whether I'd be home around ten. I told You I had nothing planned

"I'll stop by for a few minutes at that point then."

"OK, see You then."

Nine fifty-eight my bell rang and I buzzed You in through the vestibule. When You knocked on my door I answered it wearing only the stockings and heels from the day of our raincoat escapade. I could tell how pleased You were by the grin on your face as well as the devilish sparkle that filled your eyes. You were dressed in a black cotton T shirt, paisley silk boxer shorts, and sandals. 

I'd turned out all the lights and instead lit several candles as well as a stick of incense. Immediately after the door closed You slid the sandals off as well as removed the T and boxers. Your cock was standing proudly at full attention with absolutely no assistance from either me or yourself. 

I immediately sank to my knees and took it in my mouth. It was becoming like an old friend at that point. I knew what it was going to feel like before even wrapping my lips around the thick shaft. In it went and I did my best to make you want to release your load into my mouth, sucking and slurping away earnestly, staring up at you as I did, my hands firmly gripping your ass. Finally I gently fondled your testicles and ceased sucking briefly. 

"Cum for me. I want your cumjuice."

Your response was immediate. I think the fact that I had used the language I had pushed You over the edge. An immense geyser of ejaculate blasted against the roof of my mouth. Again and again your hot, thick semen gushed. This time I didn't gag and this time every drop stayed in my mouth until I greedily swallowed it. 

I cleaned your shaft first with my tongue, then with a moistened washcloth I fetched from the bathroom. Much to my surprise You then held me closely for almost half an hour naked flesh pressed against each other. Just as I was about to suggest that we go for a swim you announced it was time to go and proceeded to slip the boxers, T, and sandals back on. You held me again for a few minutes, carressing my asscheeks and finally kissing me deeply and hard, with lots of tongue.

A wave of exhaustion came over me once the door closed behind you. After extinguishing the candles I kicked of the shoes then peeled the stockings from my legs before sliding into bed. That night I slept marvelously.

The following day at lunchtime we played on the beach again, this time me in a hot magenta colored minithong and you in deep grey. It was a scaldingly hot afternoon so we both took a dip in the lake. Although quite warm for the lake it was nevertheless far more refreshing than the pool had been. 

On Friday we both took the day off from work and arrived at the beach much earlier, then stayed for close to four hours. Your selection of attire for me that day was yet another tiny thong but this time the fabric was comprised of horizontal black stripes a quarter inch each that alternated translucent and opaque. Up close one could quite clearly discern the slit of my pussy but from anything over five or six feet away nothing was evident. I don't know which was more obscene, the sheerness of this or the manner in which the previous few days' attire had clung to the contours of my crotch and shaved pussy.

Normally we stuck to one end of the gentle arc that stretched for over a mile but this particular day we walked the entire length and back. Every time we passed a male they checked me out pretty thoroughly and undoubtedly were able to discern my slit. I really enjoyed the thrill of being ogled like that. By one we headed out, having had more than enough sun for the day. 

While driving back into the city You asked if I would like to join You for dinner. I liked the sound of that, partly because it would most likely be air conditioned. 

"I'll pick you up around six so that we can do a little shopping for beforehand."

"OK" I countered, wondering what on earth that might involve. 

"Be dolled up like you would to go out to dinner, but don't worry too much about what to wear. That's what we'll shop for."

Again, "OK" seemed to be the only response I was capable of.

At six I answered the door in a white blouse and short black skirt. It looked almost like a waitress outfit. My hair was all done up and piled atop my head and the shoes I'd chosen were strappy little black stilettos. I had opted for a matching black lace bra and panty set underneath and the outline of the bra was clearly visible through the white blouse.

We embraced, kissed, and for the first time, had some tongue to tongue contact before heading out. It was a totally luscious feeling, almost as good as having your cock nestled in my mouth. I was hoping that I would have the opportunity to service You that way that evening. I yearned to again feel the throbbing of your fat mushroom head against the roof of my mouth just before you let loose a torrent of hot gooey manjuice. 

Once again your smile of approval at my appearance induced that wonderful mushy sort of feeling which was amplified immensely when You lifted the front of my skirt and then, still holding me close, guided your hand between my thighs to cup my lace clad crotch. I seriously thought I would melt standing right there like that. Your hand remained there, unmoving, for several moments before you withdrew it.

"Let's go." You announced, and out the door, down the hall, and out to your car we headed. It was a brand new sports car with beautiful pale grey leather upholstery and very difficult to sit in with any degree of decorum. The only thing that helped was that my skirt was both pleated and full enough that it didn't ride too far up my thighs as I sat. The straight cut burgundy one I had decided against would definately not have been compatible with the seating position of the low-slung vehicle.

After driving to the biggest shopping mall in the area we parked and then headed inside. You looked striking that evening as we strode across the asphalt, dressed in a soft grey suit that had been expertly tailored for your lean frame. A black dress shirt, open at the collar, and black shoes completed the outfit, and oh yes - the shades, your seemingly omnipresent black aviator sunglasses. Whenever we were outside You wore them. They were so cool looking on You but I so wished I could see your eyes, catch the little glimmer that happened when I did something that pleased You. That glimmer could send my heartbeat racing a mile a minute. 

Inside, You wasted no time, heading directly for Victorias Secret which was only a few shops down from the mall entry we had arrived through. Seeing You in your suave and manly ensemble inside the frilly girly environment of the store only enhanced the effect. There were only a half dozen customers in the shop but every one of them checked You out. You seemed perfectly at home in the pale pink and ivory decor, but then You seemed to be like that anywhere we went. 

A tall and very shapely blonde approached us and asked if she could be of assistance. 

"Certainly Greta," You replied "How about bringing out the little number you set aside for me this afternoon?" It seemed that, as usual, You had planned everything out in advance. Greta disappeared and returned shortly, a padded clothes hanger with a dangle of silk on it in her hand. 

"I assume that you're "Miss C," Greta purred "He's absolutely right, this will look great on you." and led me off to the dressing rooms.

Greta waited while I undressed. Once I was down to just my lace panties she slipped the first item from the hangar, holding it up for my review, deep navy blue chemise of silk that shimmered slightly as light danced across it. Taking it from her I was struck by how weightless it was and I suddenly realized that You intended me to wear it tonight to wherever it was You were taking me. Once again I got the flutters and once again I thought about how the evening would involve another threshold. I slipped it over my head, down my arms and onto my torso. 

It was like the lavendar teddy had been, a perfect fit and caressingly soft and silky. Looking in the mirror I saw that it did little to hide much of anything. Yes, it was opaque and nothing showed through, but it clung to every inch of me, including my nipples which created sharp little peaks in the shimmering blue silk. I frowned as I noticed that my panties also were clearly evident and as I turned and looked over my shoulder into the mirror even more so from behind.

"Here, try these." Greta said. I turned back to find her holding aloft by the waistband a matching navy silk thong. Off came the black lace panties and on went the thong. As I pulled it on Greta got a quick glimpse of my now hairless crotch and I blushed. She just smiled a little devilishly, winked, and simply said "Nice!"

I checked things out over my shoulder in the mirror again and this time could discern no trace of panties. "Much better." I said. 

"Why don't you go see if it meets with his approval?"

It seemed very natural to saunter amongst the display racks of luscious little lace and silk delicacies wearing such a minimal little confection. As I passed one particular display I recognized the brilliantly hued thongs that you'd had me wear on previous visits to the beach.

I even spotted the sheer striped black one I had worn just hours earlier. 

Not finding You where Greta and I had left You, I made a second circuit around the store to locate You. By the time I spotted You at the wrap desk, Greta had beat me there and was ringing up a sale. For the second time that evening I basked in the glow of your smile of approval. Your sunglasses were parked in your breast pocket, allowing me to enjoy the full impact of both the smile and the accompanying sparkle in your eyes. 

"Excellent."

"It feels delightful."

"Let me see the view from the back."

Spinning around for your review I felt very proud that I met with your approval. I also thought back to the feeling of your hand on my crotch earlier and half wished You had decided to repeat the act right there in front of Greta. I also found myself wondering if she had ever seen You naked or You she.

"I put your other things in this bag sweetie." Greta said to me as You signed the charge slip. 

"Thank you." I replied and then suddenly realized that I would be walking out of the store "dressed" in nothing more than a scant few ounces of navy blue silk. My heart jumped and I took a deep breath. Of course, at the same time my nipples went rock hard, only making matters worse.

Noticing my trepidation You placed your left hand on my left shoulder and drew me close. You grabbed the bag in your right.

"Lets go have a nice dinner."

Greta chirped "Enjoy!"

Exiting the shop into the mall I felt an intense rush come over me. There were only a handful of people around but I felt very much on display. My breasts were jiggling merrily as I walked along. You removed your hand from my shoulder and instead held mine as we strode the hundred yards or so to the doors out of the mall. 

Once outside You paused, releasing my hand long enough to put your sunglasses on before taking it again and leading me along to the car. Holding the door as I did my best to slide in gracefully You commented "Lovely, absolutely lovely."

It was to be the first of many compliments that evening. You told me how nice my legs were. You told me how pleased You were with the manner in which I continually adapted to the situations You presented me with. You commented on how nice of a tan I had developed. And you told me how much you liked the manner in which my nipples poked at the thin fabric draped over them as You reached over and gently carressed one of them. 

Before I realized it we were in another parking lot, this for one of the swankier restaurants in town. We arrived at the curb in front of the entry and You popped out and around the car to open the passenger door for me. Extending your hand You also gentlemanly shielded me from view as I then attempted a graceful exit. 

Once I was upright and on the sidewalk next to You, You again took my hand with your left as You relinquished the keys to the valet parking kid. To my dismay he seemed more interested in the sleek black vehicle than in my barely dressed presence. The doorman however was an entirely different story, giving me a good twice over as he swung the massive portal wide for us to go in. I felt as though he peeled off what little I had on to reveal every inch of my flesh and I had to admit I rather enjoyed it. 




Thresholds Ch. 07



Once inside we stood in the foyer for a bit as You removed your shades and our eyes adjusted a bit to the dimmer illumination. Rather than take my hand this time, You extended your elbow for me to grasp your upper arm. It was the first time I'd touched You anywhere other than your cock and ass cheeks and I was impressed at how firm it felt even through the fabric of your suit jacket and shirt. Graced with a sinewy, lithe physique, muscular was not necessarily the first word that came to mind but the feel of your biceps left me with a very different impression.

As my pupils dilated to a degree that allowed me to discern the details of the room I realized that the dining floor was several steps below the level at which we stood. It was a stage of sorts where those that wished to be seen could do so. I had no doubt You had this in mind when You decided we would dine there. All eyes were on me as we descended the steps behind the hostess and crossed the opulently decorated dining room to a table in a far corner.

All the way I savored the sensation of exposure and display. Heads turned throughout the space and I could discern expressions of both surprise and appreciation. 

Our waiter was particularly attentive, fawning over me constantly as we ordered and dined. My filet mignon was excellent and it looked as though You enjoyed your steak au poivre. The bottle of Zinfandel that you selected to accompany the meal was excellent. As we chatted and ate I soon forgot how little I was wearing.

For dessert I couldn't resist a dish of creme brulee and You did likewise. After the busboy whisked away the dishes and left us to savor the last few sips of wine, You leaned forward.

"Now I'd like for you to find the ladies' room and while you're there remove your panties. Bring them back here with you when you return to the table."

You said it so nonchalantly and I'd had enough to drink that it wasn't until I was halfway across the room that I quite realized the impact of your request. I would have to return pantyless in the tiny chemise with a hemline that fell a scant couple of inches lower than my crotch. Time for another big "whoa!".

There was no one else in the restroom. I slipped the thong down my legs and over my stilettoes then sat down for what was a much needed pee following the wine I'd consumed. 

I washed up and primped in the mirror a bit, but couldn't do much as I remembered I'd left my purse in your car. There were a few items on the vanity for use by visitors, but I've always been leery of using anything like that on my face and hair. Besides, I still looked more than presentable if I do say so myself. 

After checking myself out one last time in the full length mirror, I sucked in a big breath, wadded the thong up in my hand and marched, no, make that strutted out the door. 

I made it back to the table without incident but my heart was racing and I was grateful that the dim lighting probably did not reveal how flushed I was from the excitement. You rose to greet me as I approached and placed your hands at my waist gently kissing me on the lips. Midway through the kiss You moved your hands upward slightly, sliding the hem of the chemise with them a few inches in the process. 

It was only for an instant, but anyone seated behind us would have been treated to a glimpse of my naked backside. I drew a sharp breath as You broke off the kiss.

"Now I want you to leave the panties on the table. Kind of a nice special tip for the waiter who was so good to us."

Extending my left hand over the now clear table I dropped the miniscule bundle of silk, landing it directly atop the little tray that held the check receipt bearing your signature. 

Again extending your elbow so that I might grasp your upper arm we then navigated the space and mounted the steps up to the foyer. I realized that the act of leaving the panties on the table was also for the benefit of everyone else watching. They all would know that I had absolutely nothing more on than the wisp of a chemise. Pure exhilaration ran through my veins as we climbed the steps to leave trying hard not to make eye contact with anyone.

Once outside we stood exchanging pleasantries with the doorman as we waited for your car to be brought around. Just as earlier, I felt as though he had removed what little clothing I wore and was ravaging me with his eyes. When the car arrived, he rushed to assist, opening the door and holding it wide for me. 

At that moment I decided to take things up a notch. Backing into the deep bucket seat I allowed the hem of the chemise to ride all the way up to my waist and splayed my legs wide to complete the maneuver in, affording him a clear view of my smooth hairless pussy. I even took a little longer than neccessary so that he might savor the sight a bit. Then I drew my legs parellel and shimmied the hem back down. Even at that it was necessary to keep my thighs squeezed together so as to not have my bits on display. From the grin on the doorman's face I can only assume he enjoyed the view.

A drive of no more than a couple dozen blocks brought us to the front of the best hotel in town. Twenty stories in height it was part of one of the more reputable chains and had recently opened to rave reviews. You steered the shiny machine into a side portico and up a

ramp then brought it to a rest at the side entry.

"I'll meet you just inside after I park the car."

There was a courtesy van full of people unloading just ahead of us so I seized the opportunity to clamber out relatively undetected. I say relatively because its pretty difficult to arrive in a jet black sports car wearing as little as I was and not attract some attention. But I believe I managed to avoid anyone getting a direct peek of my genitalia as I emerged. 

Once inside I mounted a short staircase and stood at the railing of a small balcony, legs clamped tightly together lest anyone look directly upward and surveyed the marble and brass environs. You soon appeared below and I relaxed my posture so that You might enjoy the view from below. I was awarded by an appreciative grin before You headed up the stair to join me.

Wrapping an arm around my shoulder and drawing me close You steered us around a corner to a bank of elevators then hit the call button to go up. Soon after, we were inside an elevator cab watching the doors close as you now hit the button for floor fourteen. I felt it begin to move.

"Take it off."

Wow. The next threshold, and hot on the heels of the previous one. Never saw it coming. There was no misinterpreting what it was You meant, as I only had one article of clothing left to remove. The whole evening had been a kind of long, drawn out striptease with me not really aware of it until just then. I obediently slid the chemise up over my shoulders, head and then off my arms and handed it to You.

Just then the elevator coasted to a halt and the doors silently parted. We stepped out into the corridor.

The rush was intense. Here I was, stark naked in a public place. The shoes on my feet only seemed to exagerate my nudity and being that they were stilettoes they precluded any possibility of making a hasty retreat should someone else appear. The elevator doors began to close, cutting off the only viable escape route. Just before they completely shut You tossed the little shard of navy silk in your hand between them and it disappeared forever.

Yikes! A panicky feeling enveloped me as we started away from the elevator. The shoes ensured that my breasts jiggled away merrily as we walked the entire length of the corridor before turning a corner and went half the length of another. I felt a crazy combination of anxiety and exhilaration. It was one of those things that felt incredibly liberating and yet there was constantly the fear that a door would open, someone would step out into the hall and there I would be, totally, mercilessly exposed, my nipples as hard from excitement as they had ever been and nothing to conceal my hairless pussy.

Stopping at the door marked 1448 You took me in your arms, kissing me again with the same deep fervor as earlier. But this time it went on and on, your tongue probing my mouth and then mine yours. Your embrace was firm and insistant. I became lost in the intensity of it all.

A door nearby opened but still you held me, your back to the door we stood at, my back to the hallway, totally naked and exposed. I heard the door close and quiet footsteps against the carpeted floor approached and then passed behind me and continued on. As they did I distintly smelled both aftershave and perfume. All the while our lips were locked and your arms continued to hold me tightly against you. 

Slowly You released me. I half expected You to require me to service You orally right then and there. I gladly would have at that point. I wanted that glorious cock in my mouth now that your tongue was no longer occupying it. But instead You removed an access card from a jacket pocket and opened the door. 

It was a large room with a huge bed at one end and some seating at the other and six or seven feet in between, not a suite but certainly not your average accommodations either. The full length windows faced west and the waning moments of a wonderful sunset suffused the space with an amber glow.

"Stand in front of the window."

I did as instructed. There was no other structure anywhere near as tall in sight. Main Street

ran off to the distance on the right and a spiderweb of other streets trickled off to the left.

"Turn and face me." Again I did as instructed.

"Spread your legs a bit." I stood with my feet about eight to ten inches apart.

"Further apart." 

I ended up with my legs splayed apart, one stiletto clad foot roughly eighteen inches from the other. Not really certain what to do with my hands, I clasped them behind my back, assuming that You would want as unobstructed a view of my body as possible. 

You began undressing, slowly removing the jacket, then your shoes, socks, and slacks. Finally your shirt was slowly unbuttoned and slid off your arms and torso leaving You standing there wearing nothing but a pair of stretchy black mesh briefs that even in the dim twilight clearly displayed your beautiful cock. These too were soon disposed of and there You stood in all your naked magnificence, your member rigidly at attention. I licked my lips in anticipation of feeling it in my mouth, of savoring the taste of your ejaculate when You erupted.

But You had other plans for that evening. I was never to feel your cock fill my mouth that night. Instead, You approached and knelt in front of me. I could feel your warm breath at my abdomen, then gradually lower until I felt it on my sex. It lingered there as if You were savoring my scent. Then it happened, You kissed me, right there, right where my slit begins.

I twitched involuntarily as You did. Your fingertips gently came to rest on the front of my thighs before then softly caressing the insides of them. I felt your breath move lower and then your lips made contact with my labia, kissing me firmly there and this time I shuddered in ecstasy. The tip of your tongue touched my perineum and then your entire tongue lay against my lips, holding still there for a moment before You slowly drew it back towards your mouth, giving me a long sloppy wet lick in the process. After repeating the process several times I was thoroughly wet and slippery, both from your salivation and from my own juices which were then freely flowing.

Most of the things You then proceeded to do with your tongue are frankly beyond description. You probed with it, licked and kissed me there. You located my clitoris (until that night I was certain I didn't have one) and tickled and tormented it with your tongue tip, sometimes delicately, at points fiercely, and at others in an oscillating manner which took me to a place I'd never been. It was the first time I'd ever been on the receiving end of oral sex and it was profoundly good. 

Wave after wave of orgasm overcame me as You continued. Even though each time I crested I felt as though I could take no more, I wanted it never to end. I realized that although I'd 

felt pleasure and sometimes excitement during sex when I was younger I'd never actually had an orgasm. I have no doubt that having been denied for so long, the intensity must have been heightened. You were well obviously well versed as to when to back off a bit and let me pause just long enough to catch my breath before going to town with your tongue again. 

I didn't think it could possibly get any better and then You slipped a finger between my , thighs, stopping right at my vaginal opening and rubbing me there for a while, tormenting me as I wanted something inside me so badly and there it was right there. I pushed against it but You maintained control, not penetrating until finally inserting first one and then another digit into my wet hole. Your fingers began a slow in and out motion while You gently manipulated my clitoris with your tongue. 

The in and out became more forceful and I could feel the surge of another powerful orgasm rising inside me. You locked your mouth against me and again began that wonderful vibrato with the tip of your tongue against my clit. At the same time your fingers remained buried deep inside me, wiggling in a frenzied dance. A moan rose from deep within and I wailed like a banshee in sheer uncontrolled ecstasy. Never had I even conceived that such abandon and pleasure was possible. My soul soared off to some other dimension I had no idea even existed.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooooohhhhh, PLEASE!...... FUCK ME!" 

I couldn't believe the words had actually emerged from my mouth. Someone else that sounded like me must have screamed that, right? You continued your ministrations until I had fully peaked in a crescendo of animal sounds that came largely from deep in my throat.

The next thing I recall is being perched on my back at the end of the bed. My ass was at the very edge and my knees were pinned to my shoulders, your hands holding them firmly in place. Your mouth was locked to mine in a sloppy sensual kiss and I could feel the head of your cock pressing against my vaginal opening. 

With a single forceful thrust You were inside me, buried to the hilt, that fat mushroom head now pressing against my cervix. It felt sooooo good to be filled like that. Never had I been so filled and never ever had I wanted a big fat cock inside me so badly. I could feel the coarseness of your pubic hair against my shaved skin. It tickled my now overstimulated clit and I squirmed in delight. 

Your feet planted firmly on the floor You began a slow inexorable rhythm, in and out, in and out. Each thrust slammed your cockhead against my cervix as your gonads slapped against my anus. Each time You withdrew, your cock stayed just barely within me. Each time You did either the ridge around the head of your cock rubbed deliciously against the walls of my uterus. It was positively heavenly.

The thrusts built in intensity, over and over, and over. It seemed as though You grew even larger. I involuntarily clenched You with muscles I didn't know existed. Another orgasmic surge began to rise within. 

Suddenly, uncontrollably it crashed over me, like the biggest wave you've ever seen hit the beach. It was different than the earlier ones, more prolonged and even more wonderfully beyond control. You had released my legs and they were by then wrapped tightly around You, urging You on until You too exploded, filling me with hotness as you did, every muscle in your body going rigid. Your hands were now on my shoulders, holding yourself as deeply inside me as You could while your cock throbbed away and your balls pulsed in unison. 

We lay there like that for quite some time, catching our breath and allowing our heart rates to return to some semblance of normal. I no longer had any control over my legs and they slid off of You and drooped to each side. You taunted me by moving your cock around inside me, stirring the stew of semen and vaginal fluid within. 

When finally You eased your member out of me and stood I immediately felt an extreme emptiness. Attempting to stand was a wobbly endeavor, not made any easier by the fact that I was still wearing the stilettos. After removing them and resting a little more I was finally able to make my way to the bathroom for a pee and to mop up some of the goo that had begun to leak down the inside of my thighs. I let down my disheveled tresses and climbed under the covers while You took your turn in the bathroom. You crawled in next to me and I fell asleep in your arms.

The last thing I remember thinking was "So many thresholds, so many in one night..."



Thresholds Ch. 08



Something soft but firm was pressing against my lips. Gradually emerging from the netherworld of slumber I became aware of a diffuse soft light bright enough that my eyes refused to open. Reacting to the pressure, my lips parted and the thing pressing at them entered my mouth, filling it with a familiar form that was warm and felt just right. As I slowly released the seductive grip of sleep I realized what filled my mouth was fat throbbing cock. 

It came as a little bit of a surprise to awaken like that but it was such a gradual exercise in gaining alertness that the shock was greatly tempered by the sheer deliciousness of it. There was little flavor involved, it was just a nice feeling of swollen male member. As my senses returned I also realized that it was your cock in my mouth and a deep sort of satisfaction came over me. 

Keeping my eyes closed I responded by sucking gently which led to You beginning a slow back and forth movement. Now slippery from my salivation your member slid in and out, the bulbous helmet of it never leaving the wet confines of my mouth, a fleshy piston working away, driving You toward release. 

The position I'd been sleeping in left my hands against my upper chest which made it an easy matter to move them so that I could caress your testicles with one as I grasped the base of your shaft with the other. 

Your hand wandered around my naked body, caressing my breasts, fondling my nipples, holding the back of my head for a while before sliding between my thighs to stroke my sex. I felt a finger enter me and once I was wet enough it began to move in and out at the same pace that your cock was in and out of my mouth. I loved the duality of sensations. 

You maintained the rhythmic motion for quite some time. I was getting closer and closer to the sort of things I'd felt the previous evening, drifting off into that euphoric zone You had transported me to. That luscious satiny feeling spread through my entire being.

Just as I was reaching the point of orgasm You stopped the movement of your finger and withdrew from my mouth. A brief moment of disappointment soon dissipated as You lay on your back and drew me to You, guiding me into a position straddling your abdomen before then guiding me further into position so that I might impale myself on your cock. 

Having never had sex in this position before it was a bit awkward initially but as I sank down and felt the entire length of your shaft disappear deep inside me I was astounded at how wonderful it felt. The orgasm that had been building moments earlier suddenly let loose, my body shuddering in response. I could feel my uterus contract, squeezing your cock like a vice. 

It took several minutes for me to calm down and settle out again before I was ready to resume. This time I took the initiative, sliding up and down on You, looking down at your smiling face and manly chest. Your hands grasped me at the waist as well as at one point cupping my breasts and playing with my swollen nipples. I ground my pelvis against you as each time a mini climax hit me.

Then it happened, another monster swept over me and as it did I felt You bucking like a bronco beneath me as You joined me in the land of orgasmic ecstasy. Thrust after thrust You slammed against and into me, pumping away until You were drained. I collapsed against your chest and we lay there for quite a while until we each had regained our composure. 

When finally we separated and You slipped out of me I was surprised to see You limp. It was the first time I'd seen your cock uncovered without being at full attention. A large puddle of love juices demarcated the central zone of our pleasure peak and our genitals were coated with goo as well. 

We both headed for the bathroom, You starting a shower and me parking on the toilet for a pee.

After a bit I joined You and we spent the next half hour lathering every inch of each others body with soap before You lifted me by the armpits to position yourself so as to again impale me. I wrapped my legs around You and for another fifteen or twenty minutes we fucked like that until You came again, emptying your seed inside me as You stood supporting me by the ass with my legs wrapped tightly around You, the water running over our naked bodies locked in passion. I didn't come that time, but was very obvious that You did, both from the throbbing I felt inside me and the deep moans of satisfaction You emitted. 

You rinsed off one more time and then left me to enjoy the shower with limitless hot water. When I finally stepped from the steamy confines of the shower, I found not only a sumptuous white towel waiting for me but a full compliment of toiletries, some furnished by the hotel and others that You had obviously provided for my use. You had obviously put some planning into this and I felt very special as a result. As I combed out my wet tresses I thought about the many thresholds I'd encountered in the previous eighteen hours. I actually felt very much as though I'd just lost my virginity again. It was all so fresh and exciting. 

I'd never had dinner dressed in lingerie, even in the privacy of my own home let alone a fashionable restaurant. I'd never flashed anyone, never strutted naked down a hotel hallway. More importantly I'd never experienced the pleasure of cunnilingus or the rhapsody of a genuine clitoral orgasm, never begged a man to "fuck me", never been taken in such an obscene (but so effective!) position. I'd never experienced a true vaginal orgasm or at least nothing that even approached the heights of sexual ecstasy I had when You erupted inside me. I'd never had sex in the position where I was on top with a great deal of control over how deep and hard that wonderful tool of yours invaded me. And believe it or not I'd never had sweet sultry morning after sex or had sex a second time within twenty four hours let alone a third.

Most importantly, I'd not been with a man that took such obvious delight in playing with me and demonstrated such concern and deference for me. I had no delusions as to this being love. But even though I was aware that for You I was a plaything I still knew that You would not hurt me only take me places I'd never dreamed of. You cared about me.

Although I was slightly sore from all the sex, my bloodstream was steeped full of some sort of hormones that left me craving more. More than likely I would have collapsed had we gone another round or two but still, I felt empty now, as though I needed your cock inside me to feel complete.

At some point You had retrieved my purse from the car and I was able to apply the finishing touches with my own essentials after I'd blown my hair dry. While in the shower I'd used the fresh razor that had been carefully placed there to touch up my legs and pubic region. 

Stepping from the bathroom I realized how hungry I suddenly was. Turning the corner I found that You had already anticipated this, as a trolley with coffee, croissants, jam, a couple of lidded dishes, and two glass flutes, each holding a firm ripe strawberry. There was also a young man wearing hotel livery pouring champagne in each glass.

Having already crossed so many thresholds, being naked in front of him seemed very natural at that moment. Crossing the room, I stood right at the trolley, affording him an up close view of my naked body. Instead of embarrassment over my shaved pussy I was proud that I was so plainly on display, that my distended lips, still all puffy from the recent attention they had received were quite lewdly evident, no pubic fur to conceal them.

Stealing glances, a trace of a smile crossed his face and his posture changed slightly. I do believe he was dealing with an erection filling his trousers as he topped off the flutes. I lifted one of the lids to reveal eggs hollandaise, delicate hash browns, thinly sliced ham that had been wrapped around tiny spears of asparagus and grilled. 

Looking across the room, You stood all dressed and pressed in fresh jeans and a white shirt, sleeves rolled past the elbow and holding several dollar bills. I knew immediately what you had in mind and strutted across the room to take them from you before returning to the cart where our server was finishing up. Handing him the bills I also leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, leaving behind a smudge of freshly applied lipstick. He blushed intensely and exited, stealing one last peek at me before closing the door.

We enjoyed breakfast dressed (and undressed) like that. There was very little conversation, both of us I think savoring recollections of the evening. The drapes were still drawn wide open, flooding the room with daylight.

Afterward You opened a dresser drawer and removed a small stack of clothing then handed to me. On went sassy little white cotton thong panties, a white T, and white Reeboks with pale grey striping. The hem of the T came barely past my crotch, so it seemed like she was all legs and the fabric did little to hide my nipples. Looking in the full length mirror, I decided that a ponytail was in order and located a hairband in my purse.

We headed for the lobby and then the car. There were quite a few people about as we made our way to the lobby. In the running shoes my unrestrained breasts were far less bouncy than when I was in heels but there was still a bit of motion. Every man as well as quite a few women looked on as we made our way. Once in the car in the parking garage. Inside it was impossible to sit without the crotch of my panties fully exposed. The stark white was a strong contrast to the darkly tanned skin of my thighs and abdomen. 

On the way back to my place, I broke the silence.

"Last night was the first time I've ever been on the receiving end of oral sex". 

"Based on your reaction, I assume you enjoyed it." You countered.

"It was incredible. I guess it was also the first time I've ever really had an orgasm. I thought I had in the past, but nothing ever like what I experienced last night and this morning."

"Maybe its just the degree of one that's the difference." 

"No, it was entirely different. I've never been so consumed like that, never lost control of my body like that. In the past I've experienced something that was pleasant in some cases, but I always wondered what the big deal was all about. I knew there had to be more to it than what I'd felt."

"We'll have to make certain that happens often." 

We continued on in silence. You had those damn aviator glasses on again, making it impossible for me to read your eyes. 

Arriving at my complex we kissed, long passionate with plenty of tongue. I clambered out of the low slung car with far more grace in the running shoes than I had the night before in heels. Still, I quickly yanked the bottom of the T down to hide my crotch. The kiss had made me very wet and I wasn't about to let all my neighbors see that. They had plenty to see as it was, striding up the walk in nothing but a T shirt, purse in one hand, the previous evening's heels in the other.

I spent most of the day just lazing around, kind of in recovery mode. Mid afternoon I changed from the t shirt and G string to a form fitting red maillot with high cut legs that clung to me like paint then grabbed a towel and headed for the pool. After spending so much time at the beach in nothing but a thong bottom it at first felt overdressed to me now. But after a few minutes at the pool I realized that it was far less than what even the bikini wearers had on. I soaked up some rays for a while then took a dip before heading back to the apartment. The rest of the afternoon was spent wearing the hot pink thong You had gotten me to wear at the beach originally.

Sunday we headed back to Sun Acres for another day of nakedness in the sun. The weather prediction was for a scorcher and being outside with nothing on seemed like the perfect way to spend it. You suggested that I wear the white T ensemble and when I met You in the vestibule that morning I surprised You by upping the ante a bit, substituting a white ribbed singlet. It bordered on transparency - the outline of the white thong was barely discernible underneath.

As I slid into the passenger seat You smiled approvingly. You'd driven the new sportscar again and we headed southward in it but that day we had the top down, speeding through the late morning sunshine. I was glad that I'd elected to wear my hair in a ponytail again that day.

As soon as we had parked, I popped out, slipped out of the singlet and G-string. The delicious feeling of sun baking down on my naked body was enhanced by a slight breeze. The sight of You naked made me long for some physical contact again. Almost as though You could read my mind You walked around the car to hold and kiss me briefly but just long enough that You became semi-erect and it took several minutes for You to return to a less stimulated state. 

It was so hot that day that we were in the pool every twenty minutes or so to cool down. This time I was far less inhibited about being the only woman over twelve years of age without pubic hair. It seemed that everyone was wearing sunglasses, so it was hard to tell for certain, but it seemed as though a lot of people were checking me out. Funny what the difference of a couple weeks could make. Previously I'd been embarrassed about something that now I not only was proud to exhibit but now I actually craved the attention it drew and enjoyed the fact that my slit was proudly on display without a veil of curls. What couldn't be seen on the surface though was the deep satisfaction that buoyed my self confidence that came from having finally been fucked, fucked so intensely and in such a satisfying manner. 

Eventually we'd had enough sun for a while and You suggested we go for a walk, leading me off to a lovely shaded woodland pathway. Marching along wearing only the white Reeboks and You a pair of black sandals we made quite a pair, my breasts jiggling just about as much as your penis. We'd both been consuming a lot of water that morning and at one point You stopped to relieve yourself along the trail. It was fascinating to see the long arc of urine glisten in the sunlight that trickled through the leaves overhead as it hit the ground several feet away from where You stood hands on hips. 

Watching You, I felt a sudden urge to go as well. Standing a foot off the path I positioned myself in a spread legged stance and let 'er rip, giggling as I realized that here were a couple new thresholds - I'd never seen a man pee, I'd never let anyone see me peeing, and I'd never peed standing upright. I giggled more as I watched you develop an erection. After finishing the process of relieving my bladder, I reached for and took grasp of your semi-rigid member. It swelled appreciatively in my hand which was a most satisfying thing for me to experience.

Continuing on along the path, I led the way, my hand firmly wrapped around your engorged member. It slowed us down a bit, but there was certainly no reason to hurry. I loved the feel of it in my hand, the tubular form capped by that fat mushroom, the terse rigidity, and the hint of pre ejaculate that began to appear. 

Emerging from the woods we came upon a back meadow area. Reluctantly I released my grip on your cock. At the far side there were a few people about, two couples out walking, a couple more single guys, and a small cluster of a half dozen lounging under a tree. Approaching the tree, the group was absorbed in some form of discussion and one of the men was copping a feel of one of the women's breasts. No one seemed to notice that your member was still semi-erect at that point.

Beyond the meadow lay cornfields, with the plants around four feet high at that point. There are broad mowed paths around the perimeter of several large fields and we proceeded to hike along several of them. Thick hedgerows separated one field from another and as we turned a bend at one point, a couple was off to the side and seemed startled that we'd appeared. He quickly turned his back, but not before I caught a glimpse of erect penis. She looked flustered, but continued to face us as we passed by. 

Glancing back over my shoulder once we were out of their sight, I giggled knowing full well that they had been up to something naughty.

"Looks like they were having fun, eh?" You responded. "Let's go back." 

Retracing our steps and we approached the spot where we'd stumbled across the couple this time in a more stealthy manner. Sure enough, she was squatting on the ground, his cock in her mouth. We kept our distance and watched as she sucked away. Your earlier erection had subsided when we crossed the meadow but now You were hard again. I again reached out and wrapped my hand around your rigid pole and then eventually sank to my knees and to take it it in my mouth, carefully positioning myself so that I could at the same time keep an eye on the other.

Once again I marveled at the marvelous feel of You inside me. In my mouth I could feel every throbbing vein. I could run the tip of my tongue along the underside of the pronounced rim that separated the head from the shaft and I could also taste your pre-cum and eventually the thick briny goo when You inevitably ejaculated. It was a marvelous thing ramming away inside my uterus but it was different. Both were good, but each type of experience offered different delights.

For quite some time it went on like that, them oblivious at first to our presence. At one point he glanced around furtively and noticed us, up to the same thing. When I saw that he was watching and proceeded to play it up, taking your cock out of my mouth, licking the shaft, kissing the head of it, swirling my tongue around the mushroom bulge and pumping it with my hand before taking it back into my mouth again, deeper than I ever had before. You stroked my hair and petted me on the head. 

"Good little cocksucker." You muttered. "What a good little cocksucker."

Coming from anyone else I would have been more than a little annoyed but coming from You I relished the obscene praise. The other woman was oblivious to our presence and was focused on the cock in her mouth, pumping away furiously. Suddenly he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his groin hard against her face, holding it there while his body tensed up. They were too far away to see any more than that. 

You pulled your member out of my mouth and suggested "Why don't we head along, but if you'd like, why don't you lead me along by my cock like you did in the woods."

It was more of a directive than a question or a choice. So, I again grasped you by your shaft and headed back down the pathway waltzing by the other two as she was getting up, licking her lips as she did. A dribble of cum had oozed out of one corner of her mouth and she was again startled to see us and realize that we had probably been watching. As we passed by them You and He traded knowing smiles. A little further up, You suggested we stop so that I could finish the job, but do so with my hand. Doing as I was told, I was shortly thereafter rewarded with the sight of You blasting a dozen or so arcs of juicy white spunk for several feet in front of us. After You stopped pulsing I then she knelt down to sucked another few drops and lick You clean.

We walked around the cornfields for a bit more before heading back to the pool. It was even hotter now and after a final dunk in the tepid water, headed for home. We grabbed burgers on the way. Standing in line wearing only the singlet with the G-string beneath, I felt a certain sort of pride. I was quite clearly on display, bordering on indecency. At the same time it was very evident that I was yours, that I was on display for your benefit and that You wanted everyone to see me as exposed as we could get away with.

That evening we both stripped down as soon as the door to my apartment had closed behind us. A soapy sensual shower was followed by You positioning me on all fours in the middle of the living room floor and then entering me from behind. Your feet firmly planted on the floor You fucked me in a squatting position and I marveled at how deep You were able to thrust your cock inside me. Every plunge resulted in a firm impact on my cervix and on most strokes You completely withdrew only to a moment later thrust back inside. There was something very animalistic about having sex like that. It went beyond lust, reached a point that was very base and primal. You held me by the hips and slammed away. 




Thresholds Ch. 08



It wasn't long before I shuddered to a thunderous climax. Soon after so did You, your hands gripping me by the shoulders while You blasted away buried to the hilt inside me. After several minutes, the throbbing of your cock reduced to minor tremors and You slowly slid out. Moving to my front You offered your member to me and I more than willingly opened my mouth and for the first time tasted both our juices as I sucked and licked You clean. 

Eventually You stood up and then offered me your hand. As I rose I was wobbly on my legs for a moment but You steadied me. I felt fluids oozing down my thighs and retreated to the bathroom. After mopping myself up I returned to find You dressed and shortly thereafter You kissed me and exited. As I heard the deep rumble of your car starting and then disappearing into the humid night air I contemplated the day's adventures. Among other things, I'd seen another couple having sex, I'd done the same for their benefit, I'd done this outdoors, and I'd had sex in a new position that I really liked. The thresholds went on and on.



Thresholds Ch. 09



On Monday my period began. It was a bit more extreme than usual but I've had that severe in the past on occasion. I called off our planned excursion to the beach that day and suggested that we cool it for a bit. As it happened, it wasn't until the following Monday that the last bits of spotting were over. 

I took a couple of days off work and visited my mom in Ohio. She noticed a difference in my demeanor as well as the manner in which I dressed. The compliments had always been few and far behind with her and the visit was no exception. She thought that I should cover up more. She also thought I was a fool for deserting my ex and wasn't very sympathetic. I cut my visit short and returned, pouring myself into my duties at work to get my mind off how badly I wanted to find out what the next threshold would be. By the end of the week I was dying to feel You inside me - in my mouth, in my uterus, either one I just wanted to feel your manhood inside me and I wanted to be the reason You peaked and then ejaculated. I wanted You to need me as badly as I was needing You. 

That next Monday was a beach day. My assigned attire was a lime green G-string, You wore a deep navy thong. Mine clung snugly to me creating a distinct indent while yours displayed your manhood quite nicely, every contour telegraphing through. We munched on tacos, soaked up sun, and took a nice walk. 

At one point we bumped into someone that You knew. Jerry was tall and carried quite a few extra pounds. His eyes wandered across my nearly naked body, paying my crotch in particular a great deal of attention. Just to torment him I proceeded to finger the nipple of my left breast as we stood there. Poor Jerry was in a terrible state as he adjusted his trunks to alleviate the condition that I'd induced. After we headed along I asked how You knew him and You explained that he was your CPA. 

"His eyes were all over me!" 

"Who can blame him? You look way beyond simply hot today. And when you started tweeking your nips like that I think you made it very difficult for him to concentrate on anything else."

"Yeah, I noticed that his conversation kinda drifted off."

Soon after that we headed back to work. I'd gotten to the point where I really didn't like having to put clothing back on and return to "the real world". If it was warm enough I wanted to be able to wear as little as possible. That afternoon I went both bra-less and panty-less at work just for my own pleasure. 

In the evening You stopped by. Per request I answered the door in stockings and heels. I also wore the garter belt which seemed to please You. The jeans and T You were wearing were off in a flash. Underneath You had elected to go commando and as usual your cock was already rigid, begging for attention. Sinking to my knees I wrapped my lips around the head then drew it in slowly until I could take no more. My control over my gag reflex was continuing to improve and this time I was able to hold it there for quite a while before needing to back off.

We ended up in a sixty-nine position on the floor, You on top with your face between my thighs, driving me crazy with that wicked tongue of yours. At the same time You pumped your shaft in and out of my mouth. It was an interesting change of pace, to be kissed and tongued between my legs while receiving your thrusts in my mouth. I peaked within a few minutes and as soon as I did, You let loose a torrent of semen in my mouth. I savored every drop and clung to your thighs, refusing to let you go, savoring the still swollen shaft that filled my mouth.

After a bit we disengaged our bodies and each took a turn in the bathroom. You had gone first, leaving the door open so that I heard clearly. When it was my turn I too left the door open, hoping that you might enjoy the sound of my tinkling as much as I had the sound of You releasing a stream of relief as only a man can. 

I opened a fresh bottle of chardonnay and we enjoyed it in the near darkness, me still in the stockings, garter belt, and stilettos, you still naked. Occasionally one of us would run a hand over some part of the other's anatomy. For some reason I was infatuated with your calves and thighs and the haze of short soft dark hair on them. You paid particular attention to my breasts that evening, cupping and fondling them, kissing them all over and finally of course sucking on the nipples, swirling your tongue over them, nibbling, gently biting and in general tormenting them into a state of extreme sensitivity where I quivered simply from the feeling of your breath on them. 

Your hand wandered down between my legs. I was very very wet there and it was no challenge for You to slip your middle finger between my vulvae and deep inside. I twitched a bit as You did so and when You saw my reaction You pressed me back to the floor, this time on all fours whereupon You took me from behind again, squatting over me as You thrusted away. When I moaned how good it felt You suggested I keep my eyes closed, that the intensity would increase if I shut off my visual feedback loop entirely. 

It was only the second time I'd had sex in this position but it was rapidly becoming my favorite. Every time You shoved forward the head of your penis slammed firmly against my cervix. With my legs close together it kept my uterus more tightly clamped so that with every stroke whether in or out, the the ridge around the head of your cock rubbed solidly against my insides. I had several small orgasms, trembling each time before You then drove deep into me one last time and I felt the throb of your orgasm and the flowing warmth that accompanied it. 

After You slipped out of me I peeled off the stockings and belt then curled up in a fetal position on the carpet. Just before You left You draped the lightweight blanket from my sofa over me and knelt to kiss me gently on the cheek. I awoke around midnight feeling wonderfully spent but also feeling vaguely vacant between my legs, as though something was missing, something that should be a part of me wasn't where it should be but then I woke further and realized that it was your member that I ached for.

Tuesday was rainy and overcast, but still warm and muggy. By noon it started to drizzle, disrupting our plans for lunch at the beach. Instead You invited me to come to your place that evening around eight. I asked what You would like for me what to wear.

"Come barefoot and wear your raincoat with nothing under." You replied.

Like the obedient little slut that I'd become, I splashed shoeless through the puddles at seven thirty on my way to my car. It was about a fifteen minute journey and just for kicks I opted to unbutton the raincoat and drive like that, the coolness of the air conditioning playing across my body, stiffening my nipples, making me feel very very aroused. Reaching between my legs I checked and yes, it had gotten a little damp down there. The drizzle turned into more serious rainfall while I drove. When I arrived at your place it had become a steady soft rain and I was grateful that I wasn't trying to negotiate my way in high heels as I ran from my car to your door and the shelter of the small porch. 

I rang the bell and a moment later the door opened. You were completely naked and semi hard. Extending your arms, You drew me close and we embraced like that, right in the open doorway. If anyone saw us they didn't see too much, as my raincoat clad body was between your nakedness and the rest of the world but it would have been pretty easy to figure out what was going on. You unfastened the belt and unbuttoned it as well so that You could press your bare flesh against mine. You now were sporting a raging erection and I loved the feel of it's hardness against my bare belly. 

After a bit we moved inside further and pulled the door behind us, my raincoat dropping to the floor once it shut. Taking me by the hand You guided me to the rear of the house and outside onto the deck which overlooked a golf course. Gentle rain was still coming down but it was quite warm and actually felt rather delicious, especially when pressed against you. I imagine that during the day there are plenty of golfers on the course but then there was no one in sight.

My first orgasm that evening arrived with me standing and You kneeling between my thighs, two fingers inside me, wiggling in unison with your tongue which was busy tormenting my clitoris. After that You proceeded to bend me over the deck railing and enter me from behind. We carried on in that position for a bit before You pulled out and guided me down to a crouch so that I could receive your cock with my mouth.

I slid my lips up and down the length of your glorious shaft, attempting to make You last, to take You right to the limit and then back off, but I guess I still needed some work in that department because in no time at all You exploded, this time not in my mouth, but all over my face, surprising me as you did. The gentle rain was warm but your semen was by comparison hot, splashing off my cheeks, my lips, and my chin. It slithered over my rain soaked body, between my breasts and belly, the hotness dissipated by the time it trickled over my smooth crotch and dripped off between my legs. The drizzle largely rinsed it off, but You showed me an outdoor shower tucked into a corner of the deck and I gave myself a more proper rinse as You headed inside.

By the time you returned, a glass of wine in each hand I was on all fours, chest pressed against the boards and my posterior stuck up in the air, my vagina tauntingly on display for You, dying to be filled. Moments later I got what I wanted as I felt the head of your member press against my lips, then slide deep into my uterus. The raw animalistic quality of sex in that position was only enhanced by the fact that we were outdoors and the rain continued to come down, now more forcefully. 

I squealed it felt so damn good. You rammed away, positioned part straddle, part crouch, every stroke slamming hard into me. I could feel your testicles slap against me and your hands gripped my hips firmly. I came several more times, squealing louder as it went on. Finally I felt your body go stiff and inside me your cock go still more rigid before pulsing intensely several times. 

We both collapsed and lay there on the deck for a while before sharing the shower, caressing and holding one another for another twenty minutes or so. Indoors again You furnished fluffy white towels then I retreated to your bathroom for a pee and to mop up the semen that was now leaking down the inside of my thighs. Mission accomplished I made my way back to retrieve my raincoat.

"Wait." You said, then disappeared, leaving me standing naked in your foyer. When You returned You handed me an absolutely exquisite pair of black lace panties. I held them up for review, checking out the tag in the process.

"LaPerla!" I exclaimed. 

"I picked up some things for you while I was in Chicago last week."

Slipping them on was heavenly. Its absolutely amazing how special really nice lingerie can make a girl feel, especially when its the only thing she's wearing. I'd drooled over LaPerla in their Manhattan shop once, unable to justify the obscene price. I guessed I probably had on a hundred dollar pair of panties. The fit, the feel, the pricetag all made me feel very special. The fact that I'd just had wild animal sex outdoors in the rain made me feel very satisfied. I could get used to this.

For a variety of reasons, the next day didn't work for either of us. I was disappointed, I wanted to feel You inside me. I would catch myself often at work drifting off thinking about what new threshold You had in store for me. As it turned out I was to find out the next evening. You called me in the morning instructing me to meet you at a bar on the west side of town. You would have my attire delivered around the time I would be returning from work.

Seven o'clock in the evening found me handing my car keys to a car hop as I slithered out of the driver's seat wearing nothing more than a mocha colored silk camisole with black lace at the neckline accompanied by barely opaque cocoa brown nylon tights and my highest black stilettos. I garnered a fair amount of attention as I strutted across the lobby of the hotel to which the bar was attached. My breasts jiggled away merrily inside the attenuated little top, brushing constantly against the soft thin fabric. I was glad that the lighting was dim, as the tights barely concealed the detail at my crotch, a single seam running front to back. Midway across the space I was once again amazed at what I was doing, and doing simply because You had instructed me to.

As I entered the bar I felt a hand on my bare shoulder. Turning, I expected to see You but instead found a silver haired gentleman in a dark suit who steered me toward a dimly lit corner table where You awaited. As I approached You stepped forward to greet me, embracing me and simultaneously fondling my ass. Our lips touched briefly and we turned to the table. 

The table was tall and rather than chairs, there were a pair of backless stools, which meant that I was forced to sit in a position that displayed my legs and barely clad physique to the fullest. The maitre-de vanished and out of nowhere a cocktail waitress appeared, clad in a short little skirt, black hose, and a bustier style top. Ironically, she had more on than I. She deposited a Cosmopolitan in front of me before vanishing.

"I took the liberty of pre-ordering for you."

"How did you know for certain I'd be on time?"

You merely smiled and raised your half finished martini. We clinked and I sipped the concoction in front of me. It was wonderful and exactly what I needed at that moment. I was feeling a touch of awkwardness at being out like this dressed in what was clearly undergarments.

You asked me about my day and as I talked and the alcohol began to have its effect, I relaxed considerably. My thoughts began to drift off and I found myself wondering if your penis was hard or flaccid. Finally in a hushed voice I asked.

"Do You have an erection?"

"What?"

I couldn't believe it, but I thought I had caught You off guard.

"Do You have an erection right now?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?"

I wasn't prepared for that answer. You just smiled intently at me and took another sip of your martini. But I wasn't going to have my bluff called now that I'd gone this far out on the limb. Sliding off the stool I sidled over beside You and surreptitiously ran my hand across the crotch area of the dark slacks You were wearing. Much to my surprise, not only was it clearly evident that You had an undeniable erection, but it also appeared that You once again had no underwear on. 

I have no idea why, but that just really got me aroused and before I realized it I found myself sliding my hand under the waistband of your slacks, oblivious to the rest of the world and in particular to the approach of the waitress who appeared just as my fingers closed around your swollen shaft.

"Can I get you another round?" 

I must have jumped a mile. I know I wanted to crawl in a hole. It had to be rather obvious at close hand just what I was up to. You simply gave her one of those devilishly beguiling smiles of yours.

"I think we're just about done here."

"Alright, I'll bring your tab." She said before vanishing again.

Slowly I released your rigid member and with as much grace as I could muster slipped my hand back out of your pants. I looked at your face and that devilish smile was still there. Partly out of nervousness and partly from relief I burst out laughing. You did as well and we both were still chuckling when the waitress brought the tab, giving me a real eyeing up one side and down the other as she did. You squared up in cash and then one hand grasping my elbow, steered me out of the bar, through a back entry that led us past the pool, outdoors across an empty patio and back into the hotel.

The lighting of the corridor was considerably brighter and I immediately again felt under dressed. But then I remembered the last time I'd been in a hotel corridor with You and things dropped back into perspective. My heart began to race remembering the many thresholds crossed that night.

You carded us into a ground floor room and the next thing I knew your hands were all over me, gently squeezing my breasts first through the lightweight camisole, then directly as your hands wandered to my waist and then back up again, sliding in underneath the silk and lace confection. My nipples were played with and gently squeezed. 

Pausing, you withdrew a small black velvet item from your pocket. It was the blindfold You'd had me wear the first time I gotten to suck your cock. It also reminded me of the evening a bit over a week earlier when you'd suggested that I close my eyes and just get lost in the moment. I asked what we were up to, but the only answer I received was a simple "shhhhh.....".

Once the blindfold was firmly in place I again felt your hands all over me, squeezing my breasts and buttocks, groping between my legs, stroking my thighs. At one point there was a swift smack across my ass that I had no idea was coming and although it both startled me and stung, was somehow arousing. I wanted to feel it again, but then I have no doubt you knew that and taunted me by not doing so. 

The shoes came off, followed by the tights. Your fingers now explored my pussy with nothing to hinder their access. My labia were gently tugged and I felt a finger enter my now sodden vagina. I almost came right then but managed to hold off until You had fingered me for several minutes, my body convulsing as I leaned against the bed, my feet on the floor, hands on the edge of the mattress. 

Still in that pose, my legs spread wide, I felt nothing for several minutes as I recovered. The next sensation was a soft gentle kiss on my labia and then your tongue exploring, dipping between the folds. I could tell that your face was at my pelvis and that you must be on your back on the floor. All that made contact with me was your lips and tongue.

¨Guess what I´m doing with my hands" You queried.

¨Are You playing with yourself?¨

¨Yes, I´m stroking my fuckpole as I lick your cunt.¨

The crudity of it was both scintillating and shocking. Not being able to see the actual event forced me to visualize it, making things all the more erotic. I imagined You naked with your head between my legs, my backside poking skyward and my breasts dangling but still concealed by the skimpy cami. Your penis was being grasped with both hands, stroking away as You lapped at my pussy. The stimulation of the imagery was eventually overwhelming and I felt the surge of another orgasm approach but You must have been able to tell as well and suddenly You were gone, no more tongue at my crotch and I wondered what would come next.

Then I felt it, that wonderful sensation of something pressing at the entrance to my womb. I spread my legs wider in acceptance. I wanted that ¨fuckpole", as You so crassly referred to it, buried deep in my "cunt". I wanted to ride it until I came and came again and then made You do so as well. I wanted to feel your hot viscous seed inside me. 

I got exactly what I wanted. I was filled with engorged maleness and then expertly fucked. Very quickly I came, my vaginal walls convulsing around the driving rigid shaft as I did. The thrusting continued like a locomotive piston. On and on I rode crescendo after crescendo, losing all sense of perspective in the process. All my mind seemed able to process was the marvelous sensations emanating from my pelvic region. 

Something pressed gently against my lips and I instinctively parted them. Deliriously, I felt my mouth filled by a fat throbbing form. It was your magnificent cock in all it´s swollen glory. I reveled in the form, the bulbous mushroom head, the firm shaft laced with throbbing veins. Slowly and sensually I began to suck. 




Thresholds Ch. 09



Then I suddenly froze in shock.

How could You be in my mouth and in my vagina at the same time? My head spun, my heart raced, and the thrusting between my legs continued, seeming to control the very rate at which my brain tumbled. 

I felt hands stroke my hair and then I heard "Shhhh - I'm here and it's OK". 

As delirium and consciousness did battle I relaxed somewhat and realized that someone other than You was fucking me, continuing to pound away, continuing to make my insides quiver with delight. Then it happened. Delirium won the upper hand and another huge orgasm rolled through, turning me to a puddle of molten quivering female flesh, a rhapsodic estrogen overload. I moaned in ecstasy and sucked more fervently. The pace of the slamming away between my legs stepped up and I quickly crested again. I felt that now familiar throbbing inside me as a blast of hot fluid erupted and a similar explosion in took place in my mouth. It was shockingly wonderful to be so filled and used. I groaned in delight, almost gagging on the hot viscous stuff.

There was a lot of twitching and shivering that went on amongst the three bodies for several minutes thereafter. Both penises withdrew form their respective locations and I listened as the bathroom door closed and water was run. A few minutes the door opened followed by the door to the suite which then was closed firmly. I felt You removing the blindfold from my face. 

Although the lights in the room were extremely dim, it still took several minutes for my eyes to adjust to the point where I could function properly. 

"Wow, that was a shock." 

"Did you like having two cocks at once?" 

"It took me a couple minutes to get into it, but yes, I did like it. I loved feeling your cock in my mouth and having another pumping away inside me at the same time was definitely intense. Who was it?" 

Truth be told, what I had initially felt was something more akin to panic. But after hearing your reassurance and being overcome by the intensity of the moment, I had to admit I'd enjoyed it. It was probably partly an adrenaline rush that I'd felt. Whatever it was I knew that it was a threshold I'd likely never forget.

I looked to You for an answer. You just smiled and said "Lets get dressed and go home."



Thresholds Ch. 10



The night before had been one helluva threshold. As I reflected on it that next day I continued to reel from the intensity of it. 

First there had been the titillation of being displayed in public, something that I'd not only grown accustomed to, but that I had grown to crave. I knew You enjoyed it as much as I, probably even more and this only added to the escalation of feelings over the evening. Prancing around with so little on out in public certainly set the mood for me. And, I wasn't denied the satisfaction of orgasm or of servicing You until You were satisfied. 

Secondly there had been the sheer euphoria of the sex, riding crest after crest, my vaginal zone a molten pudding of hormones and pleasure. It went on and on with me in my new favorite position, taking the mighty thrusts from behind as my breasts dangled and wobbled in rhythm beneath me as I leaned forward my hands against the foot of the mattress. You had already satisfied me with your mouth and tongue before the penetration, so I was like putty for your use at that point.

Then there had been the intense shock as I realized that there was not only a cock buried in my pussy, slamming away at me for all that it was worth, but that there was also one that I had just accepted into my mouth. I had never even dreamed of two men at one time let alone being ravaged by two rigid male members simultaneously. For a moment it was alarming and then simply disorienting as I attempted to sort out what had just occurred. Finally, once I relaxed and accepted the situation it became even more intensely pleasurable than I could have possibly imagined, including the point when I climaxed one final time, immediately followed by the two of you doing likewise in unison, pumping both my vagina and mouth full of hot seed.

You never did tell me who it had been that night at the other end while your cock filled my mouth other than to acknowledge that it was some that I had met. It tormented me as I ran into people we had previously encountered, always wondering if he might be the one who had seen me first so wickedly displayed and then mounted me like a wild animal. I knew it couldn't have been Jerry. He was such a large guy that I'm certain I could have told if it was him. Whoever it was, they were built a lot like You. 

That next day my beach attire was a pale pink g-string which did just about nothing to conceal what lay beneath it, the form of my shaved vulvae clearly discernable. It was quite hot and I noticed several other women that went topless that day, albeit with far more modest bottoms than mine. Margaret was there as usual and there was one very cute young brunette in a black thong bottom. We spent a great deal of time in the water due to the ferocious heat.

The heat got the best of us and You decided it would be best if we took a breather that night. As I got out of your car in front of my workplace, You handed me a package.

"I'll see you at seven thirty Saturday night." 

The accompanying implicit message was that You expected me to wear whatever was in the package. I tucked it under my arm and click-clicked across the sidewalk in my little black and white dress. It was short and the way it felt always made me feel very girlish, I think what would be referred to as "coquettish". And I don't imagine anyone would have guessed that underneath I wore no panties although they might have guessed that I was bra-less, the way my breasts bobbled about inside the bodice of the dress as I strutted to the building entry.

For the next evening the attire turned out to be a black lace bustier, sheer black hosiery, a short black leather miniskirt, sheer black blouse, and a black velvet collar that fastened at the back and featured a oval white cameo on the front. When looked at closely, the image turned out not to be a bust as one would expect to see, but a pair of vulvae with a dark fathomless opening between them. The outfit bordered on trashy without really going there. It made me feel a tad slutty and when I stepped into a pair of black what you called "fuck me" pumps that had been in the package, the stirrings in my pantyless crotch began. 

Funny how you can be feeling perfectly normal one moment and the subtlest of stimuli can get your motor going. No sooner had I slipped the pumps on than You rang the bell for me to buzz You in. My heart ka-thumpa thumped and the feelings in my pelvic region launched into bitch in heat hypermode. I would have loved to have had You take me right there on the carpet again, but I knew You had some form of another threshold in store for me. 

The anticipation of what it might be built as we drove out to the suburbs, down a wooded side road past a half dozen simple but lovely Dutch colonials to a more contemporary ranch at the cul de sac and pulled into the driveway. Walking to the front door, I clung to your arm. After pressing the doorbell You bent over and kissed my upturned lips, your tongue darting between them briefly. I thought I would melt.

When the door opened we were greeted by an effervescent blonde, her golden tresses draping well past her shoulders. She wore only a black lace bra and matching bikini panties. The bra did little to conceal very swollen nipples.

"Hi sweetie, I'm Denise." 

As the door closed, she squashed herself against You and hugged as well as firmly planted a wet sloppy kiss on the lips that had just kissed mine. I guessed that the two of you had been together in the past.

Denise was joined by Stan, a man who stood a good six foot tall and was dressed in dark olive slacks and a cream colored polo. He reached for my hand and kissed it in that affected manner that many europeans do, but it also seemed charming and dear. I felt myself relax a bit as a result. They showed us in to a living room dominated by a pale camel colored sectional and two matching chairs. Sade purred in the background and the scent of sandalwood incense wafted through the space. Denise disappeared then returned bringing a small platter of nibbles then asked if I could help with the drinks as she only had two hands and there were four of us.

When we rejoined You and Stan, you were discussing the havoc that the recent golf tournament had wreaked on the community. I handed each of you a martini before settling into the sofa in as ladylike a manner as possible. It was difficult, as the skirt was short and the leather didn't slide easily against the other leather. Once I was situated, Denise handed me a pale pink concoction in a martini glass. It was slightly bubbly, slightly fruity, and very potent tasting. I asked what was in it.

"Absolut Mandarin, a bit of champagne, a bit of simple syrup, and elderflower liquor." It sounded as exotic as it tasted.

She nonchalantly curled up on the sofa, as though it was perfectly normal to sit there in bra and panties in the presence of someone you'd just met. The conversation continued until about halfway through the drinks, a buzzer sounded from the kitchen and she hopped off, demanding I accompany her. We removed a tray of baked hors d'oeuvre from the oven and slid them onto a serving platter before returning once again to the living room. 

The conversation had shifted to a recent incident regarding a certain local broadcast personality and rumors about her sexual proclivities. I set the small tray of food on the coffee table and as I straightened up I felt Denise's hands at my waist. 

"Lets get you more comfy sweetie. That mini and my sofa don't seem to care too much for each other."

She spun me around and unfastened the blouse buttons then slipped it off my shoulders, pressing herself against me as she did. After tossing the filmy garment aside, she spun me one eighty again and proceeded to unzip the skirt, allowing it to drop to my ankles. I riveted my eyes on yours as I stepped out of it, kicking it toward the blouse. From my waist to the tops of the stockings I was naked as a jaybird, my hairless crotch neatly framed by bustier, stockings, and a pair of garter straps. Both You and Stan were smiling and I noticed that you both had to adjust the crotch of your pants a bit. Denise noticed as well, prompting a giggle on her part.

I loved having that effect and I also was enjoying being on display for You and these two. The attire only added to the sensation. I felt like the sexiest thing in the world and I actually wished that there was more of an audience. I got the impression that Denise could have cared less, but Stan was very clearly enjoying the show. 

"Have a seat over here." he said, patting the broad arm of the leather chair he was ensconced in. I strutted over and perched sidesaddle on the massive leather arm. It felt good on my bare backside and then I realized my labia were also in direct contact with it. I hoped I didn't leave a stain behind when it came time to stand up. The furniture looked like it must have cost a fortune.

Looking at You Denise spoke next. "Now we need to get you more comfortable as well. You boys are definitely overdressed." 

Extending her hand, she pulled You to your feet and proceeded to un zip your pants, dropping them to the floor. I hadn't noticed earlier but both You and Stan were at this point barefoot. The pants joined my skirt and blouse and then so did your shirt, leaving You standing there in nothing but a pair of black stretch briefs, a prominent bulge on view in the front. Denise slipped a hand inside the waistband, took hold of your goods, then tugged the briefs down far enough with her other hand so that your dick was exposed but your gonads were still covered. 

"Yummy, nice hard cock all ready for play."

Your response was to remove the briefs entirely then reach behind Denise's back and unclasp her bra, setting her breasts free. They were a bit larger than mine and dangled merrily. Her aureoles were immense and the aforementioned nipples were still swollen stiff. She grasped your shaft as You sucked first one and then the other fat nipple into your mouth. One of your hands disappeared into the front of her panties as Denise started stroking your cock in earnest. Soon her panties were off, revealing a thick nest of dark curls that all but concealed her slit and lips. I watched your middle finger disappear into the thicket of hair and then you began a slow but steady regimen of in and out of her love hole. The expression on her face changed from happy go lucky I'm wandering around in my underwear to one of lustful harlot. Her eyes swapped twinkle for a darker more wanton mode and her lips parted as her chest began to heave slightly in unison with the thrusts of your hand. After a few minutes you added a second finger and then a third.

But Denise evidently wanted something more substantial than just a couple fingers in there. Bending around she lifted the cover off a decorative box that sat amidst the food on the coffee table and from it withdrew a condom. She broke the package open then knelt down so that your rigid shaft was at eye level and proceeded to stretch and roll the latex sheath onto it. I was surprised that she hadn't elected to suck on your magnificent manhood some. If I had been the one with that gorgeous thing right in my face it would most certainly have would up in my mouth. Instead, she rose, took two steps backward to the sofa, plunked down on it and spread her legs wide apart. With both hands she pulled aside the dark curls and then her labia as well, exposing a gaping hole. It was deep pink, almost red and glistening with juices. 

It was the first time I'd seen another woman exposed like that. I found myself taking pride in that fact that I was hairless there. That way there was nothing that obscured the view of my bits and I was learning to take pride in showing off every inch of my body, not just to You, but to anyone interested. My new passion seemed to be knowing that someone was or might be looking at me while I was naked or nearly so. And I also liked the shock that a hairless crotch seemed to engender in most people. Like I said earlier, this was a few years back. Now it seems that everyone is either shaved or trimmed down to some version of a landing strip.

With no hesitation You stepped forward, bent down and with one forceful shove drove your ramrod deep into her. Denise turned out to be extremely vocal during sex, beginning with a loud shriek of "YES!" as You entered her. You turned and our eyes again locked as Denise wrapped her legs around your waist. The two of you bounced up and down on the sofa and her vocabulary grew ever more colorful.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck my red hot pussy. Gimme that nice hard cock. Harder harder harder! Punish my cunt with that fuckpole of yours!" It was peppered with shrieks, grunts, groans, and squeals, all at full volume. I'm certain they could've heard her in the next county. 

I felt Stan's hand on my thigh. As the action on the sofa continued, his hand wandered to my crotch where after a little stroking he slid a finger between my labia and fingered me for a bit, much like you had done to his wife. Pulling the finger out he offered it to me to suck on. Like a good girl I cleaned my juices from it. Stan then proceeded to stand, undress, and then offer me his half rigid penis. I sucked on that as well and it very quickly grew thick and stiff. It was larger than yours and I had trouble taking much of it into my mouth but Stan seemed to be enjoying himself nevertheless. I began to be a little concerned that he would want me to have sex with him. He was larger than anything I had ever dealt with before (namely my ex, You, and whoever that mystery man had been).

Soon Stan was reaching for the little box and donning a condom. I knew I was in for it now. My heart rate went up a couple clicks and a rush came over me. I was going to not only experience another new cock inside me, it was a good sized one too. Stan led me over to the sofa where You and Denise were grinding away. He gently pushed me into place right alongside Denise and I found myself in the identical position, legs spread wide and Stan lowering himself onto me then guiding his member so that it made contact with my pussy then slowly pressed forward, gradually guiding first the head and then most of the shaft into me. 

I was surprised that I accommodated it as easily as I did. I felt very very filled as he began to slowly slide back and forth, in and out. I felt very good but it was also a bit strange lying there in that position, my body pressed against Denise's while You and she had sex. Stan and I got into our own rhythm, slower and less forceful than what the two of you were up to. It went on and on, all the while with Denise's obscenities punctuating the activities. You were for the most part your usual quiet self, the occasional grunt or moan being all that emerged from your mouth.

Stan was nowhere near as vocal as Denise, but at one point he exclaimed "What a wonderful tight cunt!". Right after that I heard your moans reach a crescendo accompanied by a "YES! YES! YES!" from Denise. Soon after, I felt Stan's body tense up as he followed suit, moaning loudly and initiating another "YES! YES! YES!" from his wife. 

Stan climbed off me shortly thereafter and then You dismounted from Denise. My legs were no longer apart and You were only half erect as You peeled off the condom. Denise tuck out her hand to take it from You and Stan handed her his as well. She disappeared and Stan asked if we would like to join them for a shower. It turned out that they had an immense marble and glass clad stall that we all fit easily in. We lathered one another up, giggled and laughed until the warm water ran out, then toweled one another off. Back in the living room we munched on the remains of the food, washed down by icy Perrier that Denise fetched from the kitchen. Even after the rest of us had put our clothes back on she remained naked and barefoot.

We hugged at the door as we parted. Stan held his wife with one arm wrapped around her, his hand cupping a breast, playing with the nipple between his fingers. I imagine they had another round as soon as we left.

There was little conversation on the way to my place. When we got there You asked if all was OK.

"Yes, I just was sorta jealous as I watched you and Denise fuck." I was surprised at how easily the F word had slid out of my mouth. "I wanted to play with your cock tonight and I didn't get a chance."

We were in a darker corner of the parking lot. You unzipped your pants, exposing your flaccid member. Leaning over I took it into my mouth and in seconds it swelled to full size. That was more like it, I liked the now familiar feel of its form and size. I sucked and slurped away on it until the inevitable eruption came, filling my mouth with hot semen. When I was certain the pulses had ceased I sat up and smiled.

"Better?"

I just swallowed and smiled, then gently kissed your cheek. As I exited the car I asked if I would see You the next day.

"Yeah, talk to ya' in the morning."

I clickety-clackety strutted my way down the long sidewalk to the entry vestibule thinking about what a little slut I'd become. For so many years I'd only experienced sex with one man. Now I'd felt what it was like to have had three different penises inside me. Mystery man had felt very much like You but Stan was bigger. I wouldn't necessarily say better, just different. I felt more filled certainly, but there was something about the shape of your tool that fit me just right and seemed to just send me over the edge in no time once it was buried to the hilt inside me. I longed for that wonderful sensation of it deep within me again soon.

That next day was a Sunday and You took me for a nice long drive down through the southerntier in that marvelous machine of yours. It purred and rumbled like a wild animal and accelerated like a gazelle, but mostly I loved the black leather seats, especially wearing as little as I was that day. You provided for me a white bodysuit along with a short wrap skirt that was easily removed (and was rarely on). The bodysuit molded itself to my contours, particularly in the crotch, with a deep cleft forming there. The hindside was virtually non-existant, being thong backed and halter necked. Thus, my bare flesh was in constant contact with the leather seat. You also kept the air conditioning turned up just enough to ensure that my nipples made themselves constantly evident.

About an hour into our travels You pulled over and instruct me to get out, wearing only the bodysuit. You then sped off only to come to a stop a few hundred feet down the road, forcing me to walk along the shoulder to reach You. Of course, several other vehicles drove by as I did. I certainly hope they enjoyed the view, as I was essentially naked from the rear. I pranced along in my sandals with heels doing my best to act totally nonchalant. When I caught up with You I made certain to walk along the driver's side then around the front of the car just to taunt You. 

Eventually we found a quiet place to pull off, hiked up a low hill and both stripped naked to fuck in the wide open at the crest. I got on all fours and presented myself for You to mount from behind and You proceeded to pound the daylight out of me once your sausage was inside my welcoming hole. I came after a while and before You did, You withdrew and rose to your feet so that I might take said sausage into my mouth. There was an immediate blast of thick hot semen erupting across my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed, managing to gargle out a "Thank you" as I did. We walked back to the car naked and even though You got dressed again, we drove for quite a ways before I slipped the bodysuit back on.

That week we went to the beach every day at lunchtime and each time there was another tiny thong for to wear, always a different color fabric. On one of the days it was a white one and I realized after taking a dip in the lake that it turned totally transparent when wet. Margaret had elected to cool off at the same time. She looked at me as I emerged from the water, rolling her eyes as she saw how exposed I was. 




Thresholds Ch. 10



On Tuesday evening You took me to a shop on the Avenue where where they did tattoos and piercings. We were greeted by a short blonde woman wearing a white cotton ribbed singlet and daisy dukes. Her nipples created distinct protrusions in the thin fabric and her legs and arms were loaded with tattoos. My heart raced and tummy did a flip-flop when I discovered that I was there to have my nipples pierced. I imagined an extremely painful experience in store but it turned out to be almost a non-event from that standpoint. It was really quite surprising how quickly she did it and how little fuss was involved. Mona swabbed my nipples with a combination disinfectant and local anesthetic before poking first a very slender gauge needle and then a larger one in one side and out the other. The disinfectant liquid was also highly astringent and the cooling effect instantly gave made my knobs erect. After being fitted with a pair of little barbell shaped "retainers", I checked myself out in a tall mirror. I'd worn a gauzy broomstick dress which You insisted I remove during the procedure, so there I stood in nothing but a pair of silky red thong backed panties. I made certain that all of the other half dozen people in the shop got a good glimpse. 

Friday we skipped the beach but I received a package delivered at lunchtime with the usual instructions about wearing it that evening. It also said that You would be picking me up around ten. I wondered what sort of threshold You had in store for me. It had been almost a week since we'd had sex, since I'd wrapped my mouth around your member or felt it's swollen presence in my womb. I was beginning to feel some of the same sort of frustration as I had before that night in the hotel when You finally gave me what I had so desired. 

When You arrived, I was wearing the sexy black teddy You had sent along with the black pumps that You seemed to like so. I'd done my hair up, piled in ringlets atop my head like the night of the hotel and added the black velvet collar at my neck.

"Grab a skirt to wear with that." You instructed. 

I headed for my bedroom then returned with a short purple moire silk number in hand and held it up against my waist. You smiled approvingly so I proceeded to slip it on then zip it up. It ended halfway up my thighs and fit like a snugly, a small slit in the back allowed me to take more than just baby steps. We headed out.

Driving south and then eastward, we headed through the burbs and into a more rural area with pockets of new subdivisions popping up. Turning down one of these roads, we soon came to a cul-de-sac and pulled into the driveway of a simple two story colonial. A few lights were on in the house. 

'Take the skirt off now."

I unzipped and slid it down my thighs and past my feet. You had walked around the car and was opening my door as I tossed it into the back, where most automobiles would have a seat, but in yours there was but a carpeted shelf. Stepping out into the moonlight wearing only the teddy and heels I felt both glamorous and exquisitely exposed. There were neighbors - I wondered if any of them were watching. A full moon meant that I was clearly visible to anyone who was. Click click click we walked to the front door and you pressed the doorbell button. 

As we waited for a response I whispered "Will I get to fuck you tonight or will I be servicing someone else again?" 

You once again just smiled. "We'll see. Maybe you won't get fucked at all tonight." 

Before the disappointment had a chance to settle in, the door opened revealing a svelte blonde woman wearing a short red silk robe adorned with embroidered gold dragons. A sash was tied at her waist. Our eyes met at perfectly the same height. Glancing down I saw that she too wore heels but hers were brilliant red. "Come in." 

Her eyes absorbed me head to toe. I found myself hoping that I passed inspection, that it was a requirement in order to gain admission. Continuing to stand just outside the door, I was feeling more and more exposed, as though someone must have seen me by now. It was both unerving and intoxicating. 

After what seemed like an eternity she finally smiled and spoke. "I'm Abby. You look absolutely scrumtious my dear."

I sighed in relief and You introduced me. Abby opened the door further and we were then escorted in and on through to a room at the back of the house where we met Michael. Balding but very fit appearing, he wore khaki shorts and a rusty red T shirt emblazoned with the words "Property Of U CONN Athletic Department". He stepped forward and hugged me, kissing my cheek as he did, all as though we had known each other for ages. I almost forgot that I was only wearing a wisp of a garment. He held me by his side with one arm at my waist. The four of us chatted briefly before Michael offered up "adult beverages" as he put it. He then proceeded to kiss me again, at the same time giving my rear a little squeeze and pat before disappearing to another room. He returned with a huge tray loaded with glasses, an ice bucket, several different bottles of alcohols and a cocktail shaker.

While Michael busied himself mixing the various requested concoctions Abby turned on some soft samba music and then served our drinks, yours the requisite martini and mine a lemondrop. We were still standing and when Michael completed her Ted Collins Abby stood with me and commented on my shoes which led to one of those discussions about stores and deals that only us girls get into. Complimenting me on my teddy she ran a hand along my waist to feel the soft smoothness. I admitted that I could not take credit for it, that it was a gift from You.

"Yes, he has excellent taste, excellent in everything." 

Abby looked directly into my eyes and then leaned forward, her face inches from my neck.

"What scent are you wearing?"

"Fendi" I replied. I could feel our bodies touch for a millisecond and then she withdrew but seemed to stand closer than before. I wasn't bothered at all by it but I did wish that it had been You standing that closely. Instead You were on the other side of the room, deeply engrossed in some business discussion.

When our glasses were near empty, Michael busied himself replenishing them. Abby was the first empty glass and therefore the recipient of the first refill. After handing her the refreshed tumbler, Michael reached down and loosened the sash of the short silk wrap then slid a hand inside to fondle a breast. After a cursory grope he returned to his bartending duties but the robe remained half open, revealing much of her chest but not her nipples. Glancing lower, it was now obvious that Abby was wearing sheer red panties. 

From across the room it was obvious that You were more than a little distracted by the sight of Abby like that. She responded to your glances with a shrug of her shoulders that slipped the robe off them, dropping it to the floor and displaying what most would call a perfect female body.

I realize it's an overused simile, but her breasts were really truly like a pair of grapefruits perched on her chest, just a hint of pouty droop to them, soft rounded shadows on the underside, fat rigid nipples that pointed slightly upward, almost defiantly. Her belly was taught and smooth, her ass another pair of firm little globes, the cleft between them clearly visible through the sheer red panties as was a hint of a dark triangle in the front.

Abby suddenly ducked behind me, using me as a shield to hide her near nakedness from your eyes. I felt her hands on my shoulders and her bare breasts pressed against my back. I giggled, partly over the silliness and partly as a nervous response to the unfamiliar feeling of another woman's bare skin against mine. Her nipples were like two fingers jabbing at my shoulder blades. You and Michael laughed as well and then I felt Abby's hands reach in front of me, taking the glass from my hand and bringing it to my lips. I sipped gingerly, feeling very much like a four armed Sadasiva, in charge of some of the appendages, but totally clueless with regard to others.

"Look, a four fisted drinker!" Abby exclaimed.

We laughed some more as Abby handed me back my drink then reached for her own after first disentangling from me. Raising her almost empty glass she announced "To tits!". 

"To tits!" We all responded. Abby gulped back the balance of her beverage and I followed suit. You boys continued to sip at yours.

Abby pinned herself against my back again. This time her hands went to my waist then down my thighs as far as she could reach and then back up again, past my waist and before I realized what was happening, cupping my breasts through the silk teddy. Her own breasts were again pressed firmly against my back, nipples poking insistantly at me . Your eyes met and held mine as Abby's hands moved to my shoulders to slide the tiny straps of the teddy down my shoulders and my arms, exposing my breasts, recently pierced nipples adorned with little silver dumbells. Continuing to peel the teddy downward she at the same time spun me round so that I faced her. At first our breasts rubbed against each other and then she slid downward, pulling the teddy to my ankles and then holding it as I stepped out one foot at a time. 

Her face was at that point directly in line with my crotch. My jaw dropped as Abby placed a kiss right at the start of my slit and then proceeded to distend her tongue and begin to probe at it. In no time at all the tip located my clitoris, sending shivers up my spine. I felt my vaginal fluids begin to rush and a deep swoon enveloped me, partly alcohol fueled and partly sheer sensuality.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never felt any attraction to other women, never even remotely considered the concept of sex with a woman and here I was standing naked with a beautiful girl exploring my pussy with her tongue. I closed my eyes just to maintain balance and Abby gently spread my legs enough that she was able bury her face between them, taking my entire sex into her mouth and caressing my ass. Her tongue was remarkably long, snaking several inches into my uterus before reverting to the dance across my clitoris. 

It was heavenly, both animal like and delicate, feminine the manner in which she worked her magic. My hands wandered to the back of Abby's head, affirming that I was enjoying her ministrations, stroking her tresses and at times pressing her face more firmly into my groin. I also found myself cupping my own breasts, gently squeezing them and then finally my fingers locked behind my own neck as a mammoth orgasm rocked my entire body howling like a banshee as Abby relentlessly manipulated my clit. 

I think I just about passed out. Abby stood and helped me regain my balance, then bodies firmly pressed together she kissed me, long hard deep and passionately, her tongue forcing it's way between my lips and into my mouth. I could taste myself and smell her. Her hand was back at my crotch tormenting my already hypersensitized pussy. Her other had was behind my head, forcing our faces together. It was lust like I'd never experienced.

She released me and headed for a sofa, pulling her red panties down and off as she sat down then spread her legs wide, brazenly displaying her own genitalia. Her lips glistened from the wetness there and a wispy triangle of pale brown hair adorned her pelvis. Off came the shoes and knees bent she planted her feet to either side on the sofa. She was open for business. Or maybe open for pleasure would be more appropriate.

Stepping out of my shoes as well, I headed for the sofa, kneeling on the floor in front of Abby. Taking a deep breath I lowered my face toward her crotch. My heart thumped wildly. I was about to taste a woman for the first time. I was going to place my mouth right there in her most intimate of spots and do my best to bring her pleasure. I had no idea what i was doing, but I was going to go through with it. I had a feeling I would never be the same, that this was another of the thresholds that You had brought me to and now it was time to cross it. I kissed Abby on the labia.

I was amazed at how soft and velvety they felt on my lips. Sticking my tongue out I tasted her. It's hard to really categorize the flavor but I would say slightly musky, melon like. I had tasted myself when You had me lick your fingers after they had been in me but this was different. It was like a well of luscious viscousness, hot and slippery, I found that I instantly enjoyed being there in that intimate realm and was grateful that Abby would share herself with me in that manner. I probed with my tongue and located what I thought must surely be her clitoris. Hearing the ensuing moan of pleasure from her I knew that I had and proceeded to lap at it the way both you and she had at mine, focusing on one thing and that was to ensure that I bring her the most pleasure I possibly could.

I slipped my hand up and explored her cervix with my index finger. Her moans intensified so i continued, stopping only to taste her inner fluids, licking them from my digit. As I did I felt something pressing at me from behind and then my own labia being parted as your cock entered me. The pleasure of having You fill me like that began to also share space in my consciousness with the intimacy I was feeling from lapping at Abby's sex.

Abby stroked my hair and continued to moan. Every so often she would say in a voice barely above a whisper "Yes baby, yes." or "Oh my, oh my, ooooh..."

I paused again to look at her face only to discover that Michael's cock was somehow there. I guess he was straddling the back of the sofa. At any rate she seemed absorbed both in the sensations between her legs and the member in her mouth just as I was by the lusciousness before my face and the slow pumping fullness inside my own uterus.

Much to my surprise, Abby came after several more minutes of my attentiveness. At first I couldn't really believe that it was happening, that I had actually stimulated another woman to the point of an orgasm. There was a gurgling sound that I couldn't decide whether it came from her throat or her vaginal zone. Looking up at her I could see that Michael's cock was no longer in her mouth and an expression of sheer ecstasy filled her face. Her thighs clamped shut and her body spasmed.

Suddenly I felt my own orgasm swell inside me and I gripped her legs shrieking again for the second time that evening as I crested. I felt your cock being withdrawn and I too clamped my thighs tightly together. Abby and I fed off each other's vibe for several minutes before I opened my eyes. Both You and Michael were a couple feet away, furiously stroking your cocks. Still lost in the stupor that follows an intense orgasm, I held out both hands and they were each quickly filled with hard pulsing cocks. Drawing them to me I prepared to take one or the other in my mouth but before I could, you both exploded, hot blasts of semen ejaculating all over my face.

We all collapsed for a bit before Abby took a look at me and said "C'mon honey, lets get you cleaned up." 

Expecting to head for the bathroom with her, I was surprised when she instead proceeded to kiss and lick every last drop of manjuice from my face, being certain to share some of it via deep prolonged kisses. When I was totally cleaned off, the four of us shared a shower then climbed into their king sized bed. 

Somewhere around two in the morning I was awakened by a swollen penis against my back and a hand on my breasts. Michael turned me onto my front right alongside Abby where You had already mounted her from behind. He proceeded to do likewise to me. I looked over at Abby and we kissed in that position, tongues exploring each others' mouths as we shared each other's man. This time when it was time for You and Michael to cum it was Abby that was the recipient and I did cleanup duties. After another quick shower we were back in the bed and slept through to late morning.

At sunrise we took our leave with me wrapped in a blanket. On the way out the door Abby and I exchanged one last deep passionate kiss.

Tooling along on the virtually traffic less roads I marveled at the night before and how once again you had led me to and across another threshold and again it was one I'd never seen coming. Or cumming.



Thresholds Ch. 11



My nipples were healing up nicely, still sensitive not really painful anymore. The little barbells got removed several times each day so that I could cleanse the punctures, but even the hydrogen peroxide only barely stung and that was just for a moment. We skipped any activities on Saturday because you had a funeral to attend out of town. I spent the morning at my apartment in the lavender teddy, savoring the lusciousness with which it caressed my body. Whenever I wore it I felt incredibly sexy/sensual/decadent and most importantly - female. It made me proud of my body every time I passed the full length mirror in the hallway and I loved the play of the pale purple silk and ecru lace against my deeply tanned skin and the manner in which my nipples poked enticingly at the fluid fabric. I wished there was someone to see me in it besides myself. I wished it was You, but then, with the way things had been with us recently it wouldn't have stayed on me for very long. In no time at all we would be naked, You most likely mounting me from behind, your swollen manhood driving deep inside me as I braced myself on all fours. 

I decided to head for the beach by myself. You and I never went on weekends and I soon found out why. There were lots of families and much as I wanted to strip down to the orange g-string I had on underneath, I opted to leave the white cotton singlet on once i'd slipped out of the daisy dukes . It came just past my butt cheeks, presenting a reasonably conservative level of exposure. 

Of course, it did allow my nipples to be quite evident. Had I gotten it wet, it certainly would have been nearly transparent, but even dry it conformed to the profile of my nubs and also made it pretty evident to anyone paying much of any attention that there was an additional bump from the lobes of the barbells to each side of each nipple. I hung around only long enough to walk the length of the beach and back. A couple times when I knew that there were no kids or moms in the line of sight, I bent over as though I was picking something up, flashing my ass and orange clad privates to a man or two that was in the field of view.

It was a frustrating day. I wanted to have sex so badly and knowing that You were hundreds of miles away only added to it. I recalled the evening before and realized that much to my surprise I was getting wet thinking about licking away between Abby's legs. I'd never have thought I would not only have oral sex with another woman, let alone the next day find myself craving it again. Like I've said before, You seemed to know just where to lead me, just when I'd be ready for the next threshold and before I realized what was going on, gently guiding me across it only to find that it became a requirement in my life. 

Sunday You were back again and as it turned out, the wait was well worth it. When You arrived around ten I answered the door in the nude freshly showered and shaved. A much needed embrace and long sensual lip lock was followed by me on my knees sucking away on your cock until I was rewarded by a mouth full of your hot creamy man juice. 

After a moment to regain my composure You pulled your pants back up then handed me a plastic shopping bag. Inside was a simple white T shirt and the loveliest little white lace G-string. I slipped the tiny little confection on and then the T. The deep bronze of my tan in distinct contrast to the crisp white cotton was striking as I checked myself out in the mirror after donning a pair of chunky white high heels. Like the singlet the day before the T was barely long enough to conceal the tiny patch of lace that clung to my crotch underneath.

We stopped at a Starbucks for iced latte's. It was moderately busy and I loved the opportunity to be seen in such skimpy attire. The moment we stepped into the air conditioned space, my nipples went rigid. There was one young man who couldn't keep his eyes off me as well as a couple who obviously were whispering about me as well as they sipped on grande somethings through fat green and white plastic straws. 

Outside again, I deliberately dropped a napkin on the sidewalk so that I could then bend over to retrieve it. I don't know who else might have noticed, but I'm certain that You got a good glimpse of my bare posterior as I did. Once we were back in the car I again marveled at what an exhibitionist I'd become once You had led me down that path of possibilities. Sitting with my bare legs and backside against the leather seat I tucked the T up just under my breasts, offering You a clear view of everything from there down, the tiny patch of lace barely concealing my hairless slit.

I wondered what was in store for today. Whatever it was to be I found myself excited, perhaps more so than normal for some reason. Maybe it was just that I'd spent the past day craving a release.

We drove for forty five minutes out into the countryside before arriving at a storybook sort of a farmhouse replete with buttercup yellow clapboard siding and pale blue shutters. There were fields to each side and a high clapboard fence was evident to the rear. Several cars were out front and as we climbed out of the car I heard the shrill whir of cicadas. 

Approaching the front door it opened while we were yet twenty feet away. There stood a lovely brunette, even more tan than I, naked as a jaybird. Her smile was as captivating as her deep brown eyes, her breasts were tiny little mounds and her crotch was as hairless as mine. 

"Hey there handsome. What have you brought us today?"

"Holly, this is Corrine. Corrine, this is my very dear friend Holly." 

Holly wrapped her hands around the back of your neck and draped her naked body across the front of You. Your hands groped her backside and your mouths connected in a long languid kiss. It was clear that there existed an intimacy born of prior carnal encounters. I envisioned You mounting her on all fours or spread legged on a sofa. I felt simultaneous twinges of both jealousy and arousal. 

When Holly eventually released You, she led us into and through the house to the back where a generously scaled swimming pool filled much of the region bounded by the aforementioned fence. Two more women also greeted us, and although not with the same level of intimate enthusiasm for You that Holly had, it was obvious that You knew them and the fact that they also were naked seemed to be the most comfortable situation imaginable. Anna was a mocha skinned beauty with frizzed out curly hair, disarming crystalline blue-grey eyes, breasts a little larger than mine but pointier and with large dark nipples, a tiny waist that then flared out to shapely hips, and a thin little strip of short black pubic hair no more than a quarter inch wide. The third beauty, Ellen, had to have been of Celtic lineage with long curly dark auburn hair, devilish brown eyes, breasts roughly the same size as mine, and totally shaven. Scattered about her trim frame were pale freckles, seemingly covering every inch of skin.

Despite the fact that I wore very little, I suddenly felt quite overdressed and pulled the T over my head and off followed by stepping out of the wispy g-string. Holly quickly found me a cool mimosa and before long the three other women and I were lost in conversation. Standing outdoors with them, the warm sunshine caressing my bare flesh, I was perfectly at ease. 

Halfway through the tall beverage, I realized that You had disappeared. Around the same time Holly sidled up to Ellen positioning herself with one foot between each of Ellen's and placed a hand at Ellen's waist. It was almost the pose for a foxtrot but instead of dancing, their right breasts pressed against one another, nipples grazing in the process. Ellen positioned her hand similiar to Holly's and then they drew closer to one another so that their breasts were tightly squished together. Ellen's foot and leg were now between Holly's and their upper thighs rubbed against each other's pelvic region. Their mouths drew within inches and then they locked in a passionate kiss, free hands grabbing one another by the back of the neck as they each dry humped each other.

Anna reached into a tote bag that had been sitting on a nearby table, withdrawing a shiny silver cylinder about six inches long with a rounded end. Sitting down in one of the chaise lounges then spread her legs wide, lewdly displaying herself and her puffy dark labia then used her fingers to spread them apart revealing shockingly pink inner lips. She twisted something on the flat end of the cylinder and a faint buzzing sound could be heard as she then lay the device against the pinkness and closed her eyes. Slowly stroking the metallic stimulator over herself, a blissful grin descended across her face.

When my attention returned to the other pair Holly was kneeling on the ground, face buried in Ellen's crotch. Ellen appeared to be enjoying this immensely, her lips parted and at the same time smiling. As her eyes met mine she extended a hand in my direction, motioning for me to come close. 

As I did so she held her palm out and I placed mine in hers. She drew me close. Holly aknowledged my presence by running a hand up my calf, bringing it to a rest on the inside of my knee. Continuing to minister to Ellen she drew me in tighter so that the three of our bodies were pressed together. Her hand traveled up the inside of my leg. Tantalizing slowly I felt her fingertips grew closer and closer to my sex. I knew I was getting wet and when she finally made contact with my vulvae I practically came just from the connection.

Ellen wrapped an arm around my shoulder and drew her face close to mine then lowered her lips so that she could kiss the nape of my neck. Holly's fingers were beginning to probe between my vulvae. Ellen guided my hand to her breast and moved her lips upward so that they met mine. Her lips were soft, at first gentle as they barely grazed mine then more insistent as our mouths locked more firmly. Her tongue slipped between my lips and began to gently explore my mouth just as I felt Holly's finger enter me, slipping easily between my pussy lips with ease. I slipped off to a different plane, kneading Ellen's soft breast and wrapping my other arm around her waist.

Holly shifted beneath us withdrawing her fingers, moving her oral attention now to my crotch. She immediately located my clitoris with the tip of her tongue, at first tickling it a bit, rousing me further before then burying her tongue as deeply into my vaginal slot as she could. It was nowhere near as deep as she could with her fingers or You could with your cock, but it was absolutely heavenly to feel her ever moving tongue inside me like that. She was making slurping sounds and clenching my leg with one hand, Ellen's with the other. 

Briefly breaking Ellen and my lip-lock, I glanced at Anna over on the chaise facing us with her legs still splayed wide. The silver device was gone, replaced by a large purple element that she was thrusting in and out of herself with one hand while she played with her own breasts with the other, all the time keeping her eyes trained on the three of us locked in our three way embrace. As my lips returned to Ellen's I felt Holly's tongue withdraw only to be soon replaced by a pair of fingers. I gasped as she thrust them deep inside me as did Ellen. Holly had her left hand between my thighs and her right between Ellen's, treating us to a duet of finger fucking. I realized that Ellen was feeling exactly what I was as our tongues darted in an out of each other's mouths.

Holly continued to work away at us like that as we whimpered a squirmed, mashing our breasts and faces against one another, the wave of orgasm slowly building within us. I envisioned Anna still spread eagle in the chaise watching, driving herself toward her own crest with the purple device. Eventually my mind went numb to everything but the overpowering sensations that emanated simultaneously from every region of my body and then it happened, the cresting of an intense orgasm, crashing down on me like a giant tsunami. 

It happened for Ellen too. Pulling her face away from mine she let loose an unworldly shriek of pure animalistic ecstasy. We clung to one another trembling from the intensity and clamping our legs tight around Holly's hands and forearms. She in turned squealed in delight over the outpouring of strogen fueled ecstasy that she had induced.

Continuing to tremble in each others arms, Ellen and I stood there for several minutes after Holly had extricated herself from between and below us. She wrapped her arms around our quivering bodies, softly and sensually rubbing our shoulders, backs, and buttocks as we came down from our orgasmic high. Taking turns we each kissed her deeply and passionately before finally breaking apart and returning to the world around us. Anna was still in the chaise, but the purple device now lay on the side table and her legs wer crossed in a far more demure pose than earlier. She had lit a cigarette and was sipping a tall icy beverage.

As Holly and Ellen plunged into the pool, I realized that I was dripping in sweat and the inside of my thighs were slick with a mix of perspiration, Ellen's saliva and vaginal fluid. Following their lead I dove in to the water warmed to tepid by the sun. It was barely cooling but nevertheless felt wonderful. We swam and played, stroking and fondling one another whenever close enough to. Anna soon joined us and before too long I had tasted her smoky lips as well as Holly's. 

Holly got out of the water and perched at the side, feet dangling in. Anna paddled toward her then gently pried her legs apart so that she could gain access. With her face planted there she brought Holly to a well deserved orgasm of her own. Ellen and I then followed suit so that over the course of an hour or so, each of us treated her to an orally induced blast of sexual euphoria while the others first furnished and the replenished a tall drink. When finally I emerged from the water Anna handed me one and much to my delight I discovered it was a perfectly prepared Hurricane. It disappeared quickly but another soon appeared as though by magic.

We lay in the sun for a bit, drying off quickly and then taking turns sensually anointing one another with tanning lotion. I reveled in the sensation of two pair of delicate hands slathering the stuff all over me and then marveled at how different each of their breasts felt as I returned the favor. Anna's nipples were much larger than any of the rest of ours and quickly responded to the slightest stimulation, standing proudly erect almost as though they were miniature little penises. I half expected that they would ejaculate given enough stroking. Ellen's freckle laden orbs were firm and barely pointy in form while Holly's were like small sacs with barely a trace of droop to them. All jiggled delightfully as we pranced around and played. 

An impromptu round of tag led to another dunk in the pool which ended in a four way embrace in the shallow end and my being led out of the water by Ellen and Anna. They spread out two huge towels in the small strip of mowed lawn adjacent to one side of the pool. Anna knelt down, lowering her face to my dumbell studded nipples to lick and suck on them for a bit before making her way down the front of me across my navel and abdomen. It took no coaxing on her part for me to part my legs to allow her access to my sex. Soon I was enjoying the luxury of her tongue on first my labia and then my clitoris. Every bit as skilled as Holly she soon had me close to the brink but just a skillfully backed off before I crested. 

Wrapped up in my own experience, I hadn't noticed that Ellen was attending to Holly in much the same manner. She also backed off prior to Holly going over the edge. At that point Holly switched places with Anna but instead of burying her face between my thighs she instead intertwining our legs, positioning her crotch against mine at which point she began grinding against me. 

It felt a bit strange initially but then my clitoris took over, sending little bursts of pleasure through my body every time we connected just right. After only a few minutes of this Amber interceded, prodding us apart a bit as Ellen handed her a fleshy colored flexible shaft thing that on closer inspection was a toy with phallus heads at each end. I gasped as Amber fed an end between first Holly's and then my pussy lips and into our vaginas. Slowly we worked our way back closer to each other. I felt the artificial penis head against my cervix deep inside me. 

Holly began writhing in every direction and I attempted to follow her lead, squirming away, one end of the flexible shaft deep inside each of us. It was great fun, but I got the impression that I would never actually be able to orgasm this way. Just as this thought crossed my mind Ellen squatted over me spreading her legs and lowering her crotch to my face. As she did I could briefly see clear up inside her vagina which appeared as a pinkish red cavern as it approached my face. When she was close enough I raised my head, extending my tongue to greet her. I felt her slide a soft pillow under the back of my head and I proceeded to administer the best cunnilingus I knew how. Having only days earlier tasted another woman's sex for the first time I felt like an amateur but Ellen seemed to enjoy it nevertheless.

Based on the sounds I was hearing, I imagined that there was similar activity going on at the other end of things. Not only did that turn out to be true but at one point Ellen and Anna swapped positions. I was surprised at how much larger Anna's lips were as well as her clit. Almost as large as a pea it was easy to locate and actually throbbed ever so slightly when stimulated. We carried on like that until both of them came at least once, groaning and shrieking in the process. 

I was becomng a bit frustrated with being unable to climax but that was not to be for long. Holly untangled herself from me, letting the floppy shaft linking us slip out from inside her before slowly easing it out of me as well. Anna instructed me to get on all fours and as I did I saw her strapping on a black leather harness of sorts to which was affixed a stark white artificial penis. It glistened in the bright sunlight and unlike the two headed snake that Holly and I had been sharing it was magnificently rigid protruding almost menacingly from her pelvis. Once all was firmly secured she then approached me from behind and straddling me eased first the tip of it and then most of the shaft into my all too eager vaginal hole. Anna then proceeded to ride me from behind, almost as well as You. But unlike You she also administered an occasional open handed smack across my ass as she slammed away at me peppered me with "compliments" about "what a good little cunt" I was and how I was her "sweet little fuckpuppy".

It was all intoxicatingly, obscenely effective in driving me to an intense orgasm that left me whimpering like a schoolgirl by the end. After Anna withdrew the artificial penis I rolled onto my back and soon fell fast asleep. The girls roused me after a bit, concerned that I not burn in the sun that had crested in a virtually cloudless sky. We spent the rest of the afternoon lolling about, occasionally gracing one another with erotic attention. At one point the sound of a small airplane droned overhead and we all arose to jump up and down and wave. I have no idea if the pilot or anyone that might have been aboard saw us but it was great fun to think they could. 

Before You reappeared to whisk me away again the girls got me off once more taking turns going down on me and then utilizing the purple dildo that Anna had started the afternoon with. Before heading to the car You handed me a luscious diaphanous silk robe that was overprinted in pastel flowers. It did virtually nothing to disguise my nudity beneath but it felt lovely. 




Thresholds Ch. 11



On the way home You asked how the day had gone.

"Wonderful. I'm absolutely exhausted." Soon after that I dozed off. I barely recall You waking me once we arrived at my apartment complex then stumbling half awake down the sidewalk with You and up the stairs. The next thing I knew it was Monday morning, my alarm was going off and I was naked in my bed. My vagina felt a little sore but somehow that felt good. 

During the week we hit the beach each day around noon and my collection of g-strings continued to grow, adding pale pink, white, indigo blue, celadon green and a flashy neon green. All of them were identical in cut and construction and none of them left much of anything up to the imagination. You referred to it as a "cameltoe", but basically the tiny triangle of lightweight nylon fabric clung like a second skin to my smoothly shaven female bits. That week I think I liked the celadon one the best. Wednesday evening saw us out for a drink at an East End place with me in a stretchy little black lace chemise with nothing under. The atmosphere was a little stale so we moved on to another place a little more off the beaten path for a second round. 

Halfway through our drinks You led me by the hand off to the restrooms where we went into the mens room together. After some passionate kissing You hitched the hem of the chemise up around my waist and lifted me up so that I was sitting on the vanity counter. Then You unzipped your jeans, freeing your already hard member which You then proceeded to slip into me. We had sex like that with me perched on the counter and You ramming away. The excitement of the idea of someone maybe walking in was only topped by the fact that eventually a cute guy did. He stood at the urinal right next to the sink and proceeded to masturbate away as we continued. After You came deep inside me You suggested I give him a hand and after I hopped down from the counter I stroked him until he ejaculated like that into the urinal. It was really pretty hot to see and even though I didn't come that evening it was a lot of fun and the fact that I had something to do with both of you getting off gave me this great sense of empowerment. 

Friday You picked me up in the evening, handing me a package upon your arrival containing a pair of black lace panties, a short black skirt and a gold lurex tube top. As had become customary, I had greeted You wearing nothing. After slipping first the panties, then the top and skirt on I retrieved my black pumps with the tall heels from the bedroom and slipped them on before we headed out to the car. 

We ended up at a house on the lake not far from the beach. Our hosts turned out to be Ferd and Gina. We had seen Ferd many times walking on the beach and i wondered if he had been the other guy in the hotel room the time You had me wear the blindfold. When I asked You said no and laughed. I don't know what that was all about but he commented on how different I looked with clothes on. I thought that was pretty funny as I was just barely dressed. When we got out of the car You had requested that I remove the skirt, so that when he answered the door, all I had on was panties and top in addition to the shoes.

Our hostess was a tall sinewy blonde with high cheekbones, sparkling eyes, and porcelain skin. Warm and cordial she also had an air about her that barely bordered on haughtiness. I wasn't quite certain whether I liked her or not and I had the distinct impression we might be getting naked together before the night was over. Hell, I was halfway there. She on the other hand wore loose fit tan silk slacks and a sheer black blouse. She was almost flat chested but sported a pair of well defined nipples and it seemed as though her legs went on forever.

Two other men appeared from an adjacent room and were introduced as Cliff and Gordon. They immediately began chatting me up, obviously taken by my minimal attire. Ferd began mixing drinks from supplies on a nearby little cart and Gina flirted a bit. You didn't seem to be much interested in her but the other two guys were, as were the two additional guys that showed up. 

When Ferd began mixing a second round of drinks You leaned in my direction to whisper in my ear. 

"I left something in the powder room for you a few minutes ago. I'd like you to change into it now."

I slipped away to locate it and found a lacy black garterbelt along with sheer black stockings. After changing into only those three items I strutted back into the living room where I was immediately the center of attention. I was amazed at how frank and lewd the four other guests were with their comments pertaining to my "titties" and "sweet lil' pussy". 

Somehow she at the same time also slipped off her slacks and unbuttoned and removed the filmy blouse and I found myself again embracing a naked woman. I felt her hands at my shoulders pressing lightly downward, guiding me to my knees. A nest of pale brown curls greeted me there accompanied by distended labia that were like a pair of curtains waiting to be parted and using my tongue I did just that. She was quite dry withing but I soon took care of that, my spit becoming the lubricant as my tongue probed and stimulated until her own excretions began to come into play as well. I located her tiny nub and set to work on it.

Gina lifted a leg and placed her foot on a nearby ottoman so as to not only afford me better access but to better display herself to the onlookers. With my left hand I played with my own pussy while using right to keep Gina's lips parted or occasionally plunge into her hole. Her clit was difficult to locate, more of an area that she seemed to react to stimulus on. It took quite a while but eventually she came, becoming much wetter as she trembled ever so slightly and let out a little yelp before collapsing down onto the ottoman and doubling up in a near fetal position.

I looked back over my shoulder to find both You and Ferd naked. The two of you ascended the steps and helped me to my feet before leading me off to a bedroom. The four other, in various states of undress, followed along as well. Soon they were also all naked and I found myself the center of attention featuring six throbbing cocks. It was quite an incredible sensation to be surrounded rigid shafts everywhere I turned. I went right to work stroking and fondling, checking them all out, absolutely giddy over the experience. Hands were all over me as well, at first caressing and gently exploring, then more insistently prodding and squeezing. My nipples were pinched, sucked upon, and gently bitten. I was nudged toward the bed and lay down.

A cock appeared in my face that I immediately took in my mouth. Fingers parted my vulvae and then entered me but were soon replaced by a cock. Reaching out I found eager shafts for each hand. There were cocks everywhere and as soon as one withdrew from my mouth or pussy it was soon replaced by another. At one point I was flipped over onto all fours and taken from behind. Someone played with my anus and I felt lubricant applied then a finger slowly enter me there. More than anything I found it distracting - I wasn't able to concentrate on the marvelous piece of manmeat that was in my mouth at that point. And much as I loved being fucked from behind, being on all fours meant that I couldn't get my hands on any shafts. 

When the next exchange of cocks occurred I took the opportunity to return to lying on my back, legs spread wide. Someone buried their face down there and I realized that it was Gina. She lapped away, returning the treatment I had given her earlier, her ass poised in the air as she did. 

I watched as Ferd applied lubricant from a tube to her and then spreading her ass cheeks with his hands and shoved his member slowly into her rectum. As he did she stopped licking me. Her eyes were closed and a look of pure bliss crossed her face. Soon Ferd was pumping away and she returned to tending to my clitoris. I could feel each and every thrust as he rammed her anus forcefully. Another penis appeared before me and I soon had it in my mouth.

Strangely enough I hadn't orgasmed. Gina did her damndest to make me cum, but it wasn't until You took over and started working on me with your fingertip that I finally crested. At the time my mouth was empty but there was a shaft in each of my hands and I just squeezed them tightly as I bucked out a good one, moaning loudly. 

Twitching, I began to come down from the orgasm. There were still penises everywhere around me, although no one was attempting to enter any of my orifices. I watched in fascination as everyone began stroking themselves. At that point I'd actually never seen a man masturbate and there I was watching six shafts being stroked away at. I had an urge to reach out and help but instead elected to fondle my own breasts. I loved being the center of attention like that.

Everyone moved close to me, kneeling three in a row to each side. It was like a gauntlet of cocks each with a hand working away at it. I could see little glistening beads of pre ejaculate at the tips of a couple and then the pace of stroking seemed to pick up and I could sense a sort of tension in the air, everyones breathing became more pronounced, and then it happened.

I felt a blast of hot liquidness hit my abdomen, followed by another and then more on my neck. In a flash I was being doused by a shower of cum, all six men pumping away. I laughed in ecstasy as the warm fluid hit my breasts. It only lasted a minute or so, but it was a wild sensation to experience. Somehow I only got a drop or two on my chin but from there on down to my crotch I got pretty well painted. As suddenly as it had begun it was over, the six cocks still poised over me hands attempting to wring and squeezed every last drop out.

Eventually everyone gave up and slipped away off the bed. Tipping my head up I surveyed myself. White goo coated much of the front of me, some of it beginning to dribble off a bit to each side. A small pool had accumulated at my navel. I began to giggle again and sat up slowly, watching as the stuff slid and dripped down the front of me, onto the hardwood floor at the foot of the bed as I stood on unsteady legs. Gina grasped me by the elbow and steered me toward the door to the bathroom then started a shower. I stepped in, but not before I caught a glimpse of my cum coated body. It was as though it had emanated from my very pores there was so much.

She climbed in with me and proceeded to soap me up thoroughly, rinsing away the coating of sticky lovejuice. I was even more aware of how tiny her breasts were as she ground herself against me, the film of slippery soap aiding her endeavors. When she turned around to rub her ass against my crotch I reached around the front of her to cup her little mounds and she moaned softly as I did. 

Keeping one hand in place I slid the other to her crotch. Sliding my middle finger between her labia I entered her and explored her insides then slowly worked it up and down and in and out until she melted into a quivering mass as I held her while she came. My lips caressed the back of her neck and I gently bit an earlobe. She turned and kissed me, our tongues thrusting deeply into one another's mouths. I felt her hand at my crotch and then her finger enter me. Soon I was immersed in another wave of euphoric orgasm.

After the shower we toweled one another dry, making certain that every crevice and contour was attended to. Gina got out her hair dryer and did my hair, then applied a light bit of makeup. Back out in the bedroom all the men had vanished. It seemed so empty without all the swollen throbbing penises and the cloud of testosterone that had engulfed it earlier. Gina pulled two white terrycloth robes from a closet and we donned them before heading back to the living room where we found only You and Ferd enjoying a nightcap.

As we drove back to my place I once again wondered at the thresholds I'd encountered. I found myself hoping that there would be future escapades involving multiple men. I had been pounded for what must have been at least an hour by a procession of penises, as soon as one was removed it was immediately replaced by another and the same held true for my mouth. The sensation of being doused in hot sticky semen clung to my consciousness much as the cloudy white stuff had stuck to my skin and I could still feel Gina's finger inside my uterus, her tongue in my mouth. 

I slept extremely well that night. 



Thresholds Ch. 12



Saturday morning I felt deliciously sore from the gang bang that You had arranged for me the prior evening. Once again You led me across another threshold that I had never even considered. You might think that the ratio of men to women as the evening started would have tipped me off but I thought it was just another opportunity for You to show me off as You so enjoyed doing, especially when Gina and I began to play with one another. We were there to put on a show while all the men masturbated. Silly me.

My strongest recollection of the next couple hours was omnipresent rigid cocks, always one right there to wrap my hand around, always one waiting for me to suck on it and always one thrusting away inside my vagina. And then there had been the magnificent climax with me as the target of a deluge of hot gooey ejaculate as all six throbbing penises exploded across my chest and abdomen.

I had officially become a cock addict. Now it was about more than just pleasing You or the thrill of showing off my naked or barely clothed body. I had woken up actually craving cock, the feel of a stiff gently throbbing member in my hand, wrapping my lips around a fat mushroom headed shaft, the ecstasy that accompanied the feeling of hot semen erupting in my vaginal cavity or the briny muskiness in my mouth as I gagged on an ejaculative burst. It made me feel even more empowered than did the exhibitionism. And much as I adored your luscious lovestick I now craved more than one at a time. I'd discovered just how much I liked being fucked at both ends simultaneously.

By late morning we had spoken on the phone and made plans to head to Niagara Falls for the evening. I was very glad that we would be together as I don't think I could have handled a cockless evening.

Forty minutes later I buzzed You in through the vestibule downstairs then waited in the hallway as You ascended the stairs. Anyone else that lived on my floor that might have been peeking out through their peephole would have seen that I was wearing a lime green tank top and nothing from the waist down. I was horny as shit and I wanted you to know that I was. After you appeared I stood with my legs parted, rubbing my slit with my middle finger until You reached me and took over. I nearly squealed when I felt your middle finger slide between my vulvae and deep into my fuckhole. 

I could have continued right there, but You steered us into my apartment and then bedroom where you proceeded to rip off my top, your jeans, and then immediately mount me, driving your rigid tool into my moist and craving pussy. This time it was extremely brief. It was after only a couple minutes that you exploded, pulling out of me at the last moment and painting my pussy lips with your creamy goo. Using your cupped hand You proceeded to clean it from my crotch and fed it to me. 

Greedily I lapped every last glob of the sticky white substance from your fingers before shifting my position so that I could reach and suck your still hard tool clean of both our fluids. Slipping off to the bathroom You washed your hands then brought a wet washcloth back and proceeded to tenderly cleanse my pussy lips and crotch of any remaining traces of cum. Finishing, You slipped one finger inside me then drew it to your mouth to suck clean. There was something deeply satisfying to me that You savored the taste of me as much as I did that of You.

You handed me a bag with my attire for the day. Inside I found a long matchstick pleated skirt, something far more demure than I was accustomed to wearing for You. I slipped it on and then looked in the bag again, assuming there was more but it was empty. You grasped the stretchy waistband and pulled it up to my armpits. 

The result was that the hem then fell a couple inches below my crotch and felt very "floaty". Being rather lightweight the slightest breeze would have lifted it to reveal my bare and shaved crotch. I loved the feeling and grabbed my high heeled sandals to complete the ensemble as we headed out the door to your car. It was a hot still day so the hemline never lifted but I found myself wishing it would.

Once we were on the Thruway you handed me a black box with a pink ribbon around it. Inside I found a large purple double headed silicone dildo. It was even larger than either of the ones I had enjoyed at Holly's place.

"Suck on it." You instructed. 

I proceeded to do as told, sucking and licking away at it. I could barely fit the girth of it into my mouth. For twenty minutes or so I proceeded to entertain You as lewdly as I could. I held it with both hands and sucked, I fondled the end I was not sucking, I raised the hem of the dress and played with my clit as I sucked. You kept glancing from the road to me and back and forth. 

Several truckers were treated to some of the show. I don't know if they could see my pussy, but they certainly could see me sucking on my giant purple lollypop.

"Let me see you stick it in your cunt."

There was that word again. Every time You used it it shocked me. I felt this twinge of filth and degradation but still I loved it. Anyone else uttering it would probably have angered me deeply but hearing You uttered the word "cunt" I felt myself getting wet.

The toy was so big that I had to take it very slowly. You kept encouraging me "deeper deeper, deeper!" About eight inches of the floppy shaft disappeared inside me leaving still a foot or so hanging out with the second simulated glans at the end. 

"I can't fit any more." 

"OK, now jerk away on it like you're a guy wanking off to nude photos of you."

I giggled at the thought of someone playing with himself with me as the inspiration and started to fondle the purple penis, trying to imagine what it must feel like for a man and how he would handle it. To be honest, I'd never watched a guy masturbate.

"Promise me that You will masturbate for me sometime?"

You looked over at me with a sly grin on your face. "You want me to jerk off for you sometime, eh?" 

"Yes."

"OK, I can certainly acomodate that at some point for you."

I went back to work stroking the big purple phallus. As I did I also shoved it back and forth within my vagina. It stretched me and I was able to ram it against my cervix each and every time I slammed it home. I felt wonderfully filled and in no time at all I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. It came on slowly but ever so steadily and then suddenly it was like an avalanche coming down all around me. My knees quivered and my hips bucked. I had no control other than to let go of the purple toy and even then the orgasmic spasms only subsided slightly.

Eventually the twitching and sensitivity were subdued enough that I could resume and over the course of the next forty five minutes or so I enjoyed another two helluva fine orgasms. It's normally an hour and a half drive to the Falls once one is on the Thruway but this trip the time just flew by and before I realized it was time to put "Barney" (as we had decided to name him) away. You had thoughtfully brought along a clean white towel so that I was able to mop myself up as well as the little puddle I'd created on the leather seat.

Upon arriving at the hotel we signed in then headed for the room. Once inside the elevator You extended your arm and, understanding the suggestion, I slipped the skirt/dress off then draped it across it. At the fourteenth floor the elevator stopped and a young couple stepped on board. They did their best to ignore us but just before the doors opened at our floor You fondled my left breast and nipple. I murmured an "mmmmm...". There was still no reaction from them but I did hear her say as the cab doors were closing after us "Wow! That was hot!"

Just like that magical night in the other hotel when we first made love, we headed down the hall with me stark naked and I once again felt the rush of exposure. Anyone coming out of a room would have gotten quite an eyeful but the journey was uneventful.

The door to our room was ajar and it turned out that housekeeping had not quite finished yet. We still entered and You dropped our bag. I made a beeline for the toilet as all the Barney play in the car had made me a tad desperate to relieve myself. I sat down to pee leaving the door open.

The maid was a lovely little asian creature decked out in the hotel livery of grey dress with burgundy piping. She looked at You with a great degree of uncertainty and You told her to take her time finishing up, we were in no great hurry to be left alone. She half smiled and shook her head before continuing to tidy up and then starting to change the bed linens. 

I finished my pee, flushed, and started the shower. Once the stream of water had reached the perfect temperature I stepped into the generously sized stall. Two walls were a rich taupe colored marble streaked with cranberry veining and the other two walls were glass. After a minute or so The door opened and I felt your body against mine and your arms embrace me. I felt as though I was melting into the deliciousness of the moment.

A couple minutes after You joined me, the door opened again and in slid the now also naked maid to join us. Her breasts were virtually non-existant and she stood no more than four foot nine. She sported an ample crop of dark pubic curls and her hair was short cropped. She wasted no time slipping in between us and taking over the soap bar, lathering us both all over, then herself, turning herself into the slippery middle of a sensual sandwich. Her soapy hands stroked your cock and balls before exploring between my thighs as well as my pierced nipples.

Not a word was said. She stopped with the soap and steered us both into the stream of water so that it would rinse away, then dropped to her knees to first minister with her tongue to my labia and clitoris then wrap her mouth around your cock. Back and forth between the two of us she shifted before settling in with your shaft in her mouth and several of her tiny fingers buried in my quim. Eventually all four fingers were inside me, then her thumb and finally her entire hand. It was a strange but wonderful feeling to have someones entire hand inside me wiggling away. I was glad she was as tiny as she was and that her hand was as well.

You and I pressed against each other with the maid wedged between our thighs. The water was just the right temperature and we locked lips, tongues darting in and out of each others' mouths. The sensations emanating from within my vagina were incredible and for the fourth time in only a couple hours I began to tremble as an immense orgasm began to was over me. I felt your body jolt as You erupted in the maids mouth which sent me over the edge and I locked my thighs around the arm between them as I climaxed. 

The maid stayed in that crouched position but extended her free hand up as she gently slid the other one out of my uterus, uttering the only word she did the entire time, "Soap." I handed it to her and she again soaped us both up before coming up for air. She then slid back out of the shower, leaving us clinging to one another as the perfect temperature water beat down on our naked bodies. 

You turned the water off and opened the door. The maid was already dried off and had a towel in each hand. She refused to let either of us dry ourselves, instead very attentively attending to that for us. She lingered over your member a bit, then gently kissed the tip of it before disappearing out the door of the bathroom. A minute later I heard the door to the suite close. We never saw her again.

I slipped naked between the fresh sheets and immediately fell into a delicious sleep, filled with wonderful erotic dreams of flying naked over Niagara Falls.



Thresholds Ch. 13



The rest of the afternoon was consumed with naps and a stroll to the falls. There's a spot on the Canadian side where you can pretty much guarantee the mist will get you and it was well populated as it was a ninety five degree day. Everyone wanted to catch some of the cooling mist. The attire You had chosen for me for this escapade was a lightweight pale turquoise cotton tee that ended mid thigh. I added bright pink shoes with four inch heels and matched my toe and fingernail polish to them. 

We wandered into the throng of mist aficionados and in no time at all we too were ever so slowly becoming drenched in the cooling vapors. The wetter we got, the more prominent my nipples became. It also became quite evident that I was wearing no panties as the flimsy fabric clung to my ass and thighs. Looking around, there were several women whose headlights were also on high beam, but in my case the light blue material molded itself to my braless contours like paint. You ogled me like you wanted to take me right then and there, sending shivers down my spine. Other men were were eyeing too, as well as some women, others were simply keeping their thoughts to themselves, and the kids all seemed oblivious to the erotic display.

We hung out for a while, then headed back, drying out quickly in the sun and heat. By the time we got in the elevator again, you'd never know how much on display I'd been just a few minute prior. Again there was a very cute guy in the cab and I got the urge to display myself. Once the doors shut, I pulled the tee up, over my head, and off, treating him to a display of my b cups, stiff nipples, and hairless snatch. We got off at 15 and on the way out, I draped the tee over his shoulder. Looking back as the doors closed behind us he was staring mouth agape as I strutted off down the hall enjoying the feeling of my bare breasts jiggling away.

We both showered up again and got ready for dinner. You'd told me we had reservations at a great Italian restaurant a block from the hotel. I was really looking forward to the evening and at that point starving. Not only would we be dining at one of the best places in North America for osso bucco, but we'd be joined by two other couples and the plan was to all get naked after. You'd brought another sexy little silk chemise from Victoria's Secret for me to wear, this time a rich smoky grey with a touch of black lace in the vee of the neckline. Again there was a wisp of a thong to accompany but instead of grey, it was a mixture of sheer and lace, all black. I added black stilettoes with slender straps. then did my hair up atop my head, leaving a few wisps dangling down here and there. I actually happened to have some grey eye shadow virtually the same shade as the chemise and applied a liberal dose. My nails were repainted to a deep claret color.

Just before heading out the door, You produced a small jewelry type box and popped it open. From it You removed an exquisite collar of black lace about two inches high with an oval fire opal stone at the front held in a pewter setting. As You 

fastened it around my neck I felt a flush of excitement. Somehow it made me feel very possessed, very much at your beck and call. Next You produced a pair of matching opal studs to replace the dangly sliver earrings I usually wore. I noticed that You also slipped something into the pocket of your blazer at that time.

I felt very special and very much on display as we strode down the hall to the elevator and the feelings rose appreciably as we crossed the busy lobby. My nipples strained at the satiny silk and my breasts jiggled away as I walked. The grey silk rippled ever so slightly as it slithered back and forth on my hips. I'd learned to love being naked in front of people but this was somehow even better. All eyes were on me in a busy environment in broad daylight. I felt myself getting a little wet.

Then we were outside. The sun was just beginning to set, turning the western sky a color not unlike the opals I was wearing. I smiled mischievously as we strolled along the sidewalk, my heels clicking away. It was only for a block but it was wonderful to be out in public wearing so very little.

Inside the restaurant, we were escorted by the maitre de to a table where a couple were already seated. They introduced themselves as Mike and when the waiter delivered a martini to him and a cosmo to her, we asked for a duplicate order then slid onto the banquette. You were to my right, Candice to my left and Mike beyond to Candice's left. She was done up in a short oxblood leather skirt and a sheer black blouse that clearly showed off a sexy black lace bra beneath. Sitting with her legs crossed, the skirt rode up high, showing off the lacy tops of black stockings. Her hair was jet black and quite short, almost boyish but perfectly suited to her pert nose and high cheekbones. 

We had just settled into the small talk when Pete and Pam arrived. They were quite a pair, he well over six feet tall and totally bald, her barely over five foot with long flaming red hair, a tiny slender build, and heavily freckled complexion. You seemed to be familiar with everyone and I found myself wondering if you had already fucked these women. I found them both extremely attractive, particularly Pam. 

It didn't hurt that she was wearing a black strapless dress that was little more than a large tube sock, clinging to her hips, waist, and tiny tits. Her hair came down past her ass and the dress ended barely an inch beyond that. She tottered along on huge platform shoes with extreme heels. She and Pete sat down, ordered gin and tonics both and the conversation moved along. The waiter reappeared after a bit, we ordered, and ordered another round as well. 

While we were waiting for the food, the conversation drifted off to shopping. Candice, Pam and I all comparing notes as to where they might head the next day. At one point I noticed Candice's hand on your thigh and also realized that she had allowed her leather skirt to ride even higher so that now I saw the bare flesh of thighs about the top of her stockings. Her hand drifted to your crotch and came to rest on the bulge created by your cock. She glanced over at both of us and then returned to the conversation but kept her hand parked in your lap for most of the dinner, only removing it on occasion as she needed to facilitate eating. I'll bet you were hard the entire time.

After dessert and coffee had been served and savored, the three women all slipped away to the little girls room while You, Mike, and Pete stayed behind. After we all had unburdened our bladders, we touched up makeup at the mirror. Candice had removed her bra while in the stall, her breasts now clearly visible through the sheer black fabric. I hiked up my hem and slipped the lacy thong down and off, making certain that both Candice and Pam got a good glimpse of my hairlessness. Pam grinned devilishly and the three of us exited the restroom.

Back at the table, I tossed my thong into the middle of the table before we sat down. 

Candice proceeded to add the bra to the pile and announce "I already wasn't wearing any panties, so... " 

Of course everyone in the immediate vicinity heard and the girls all received some pretty intense scrutiny as we exited (not that they wouldn't have without her pronouncement). It was dark out, but there was plenty of light from the street lamps as well as an abundance of honky-tonk neon. I swear the traffic came to a standstill as we sashayed down the street and back to the hotel. I found myself really enjoying the sight of Candice's breasts bouncing away through the sheer blouse. 

Once inside the hotel we all piled into the elevator and You hit the button for the 21st floor. It turned out that You, Pete and Mike had earlier made arrangements for a large penthouse suite as a playroom for the night. As soon as the door closed I pulled my chemise up and off, handing it to You once I had. I was left wearing only heels and the opal embellished collar.

Pam and Candice both giggled, but joined suit and within moments there were three naked women in the cab with three guys holding onto their clothing for them. Candice was standing right in front of You and proceeded to grind her bare ass against your crotch. Pam and I were ahead of her,eyeing each others feminine forms. At the 19th floor the elevator halted and the doors parted.

None of us had been paying too much attention to the floor designator. We all stepped off assuming we were on the correct floor and ran straight into two couples in swimsuits who were obviously headed for the pool. We all just kind of stopped short and gasped. The other couples were more than a little surprised to see three naked women. Before we realized what was happening, the door to the elevator closed and there we were.

Pam started to giggle at the absurdity of it all and Candice and I joined in. One of the other guys said "Don't know what party you're headin' to but it should be a humdinger." You quickly respondeded "We ARE the party and it will be taking place on 21 if you'd like to join us."

"Thanks, but no thanks, I think we'll just head for the spa." he responded.

"If you change your mind, just come up and knock." One of the girls was very hot looking in a skimpy black string bikini with gold accents. I could tell You would have liked to have unwrapped and savored that lovely creature, but it seemed You figured you'd better not push it. There was plenty of juicy ripe pussy in our sextet all dying to get pumped.

Another elevator cab showed up, depositing yet another couple in the hallway before the six of us took it over. They were older and completely flabbergasted by the scene. We just smiled and said good evening as we squeezed by them, leaving them with mouths agape as the elevator door closed. 

Once on the 21st floor, we ran into no other guests before we reached the room. It was huge with one of those ridiculous round beds and mirrors all over. There was a good sized jacuzzi which was filled and according to Candice after she dipped a toe in it "Just the right temperature." The bathroom was immense and all an ochre colored marble. I sat down to take a pee, leaving the double doors wide open so that all could see. After I flushed, I transferred to the bidet and rinsed myself up all ladylike again, then toweled myself dry.

By that point You had stripped naked with Mike and Pete close behind. Your cock was hard as a rock and it looked like You were dying for some action. I could tell You wanted to get your hands on Pam. You'd been eyeing her furry snatch from the moment she slid out of her dress. This was a case where the rug definately matched the curtains, firebush that was long and lush, but nicely trimmed at the same time. I knew You had a thing for redhead pussy and here was a magnificent example. 

Pam noticed You ogling her and sauntered over to grab your cock, then lead You over to the bed where she proceeded to lay down and spread her legs wide in the air. "Kitty wants some attention."

Positioning yourself on all fours between her legs You planted a kiss on her labia then buried your nose in the mound of russet fur just above. Your tongue emerged and began to explore her slit, probing until finding her clit, then playing and teasing it for a bit before wandering downward to have a taste of the juices that were already flowing freely from her fuckhole. Sticking it in as deeply as possible, You tonguefucked her before pulling it out and sucking her flaps into your mouth to swish around and suck on. She groaned in delight at this. I could tell that you both were in heaven. I'd been on the receiving end of that sort of attention and I knew just how wonderful it felt. Whenever You treated me to that sort of attention it felt like my uterus was melting, my entire pelvic region a gooey mass of ecstasy.

My right hand drifted to my crotch and I began to finger myself while my left played with my nipples, alternating from one to the other. They had been rigid and begging for attention all evening and it felt good to play with them. 

I watched as Candice reached between your legs to grasp your rigid cock. It was your turn to moan in delight as she stroked it and cupped your swollen testicles. 

"Fuck that feels good." You exclaimed between licks of Pam's gash.

Candice released your member only to position herself on her back with her head between your legs, enabling her to take it in her mouth. As she did, Mike straddled Pam's shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. He guided his rigid tool into her mouth and began earnestly facefucking her. I was amazed at how deep she could take his shaft. I would have gagged for certain but she seemed to thrive on taking it deep enough that his balls met her chin. 

Candice's legs were spread invitingly. She sported a thin sliver of jet black pubic hair that tapered off just above her now distended labia. I knelt at the side of the bed and honed in for a closer look before putting my tongue to work on them. She was very wet and in no time at all the combination of her love juices and my saliva were dripping on the floor. 

I felt Pete's hands on my ass cheeks, repositioning me slightly so that he had access to my hole. On his knees behind me he pushed his shaft between my thighs. I reached down and guided it into my opening. He pushed and in it went. Soon he was thrusting away at me as I continued to slurp away on Candice's sopping wet quim. 

We continued like that for quite a while, then altered positions and partners several times before You and Pam took center stage in the middle of the bed with her on her knees straddling You as she slowly impaled herself on your rigid fuckpole. 

She was flexible like a gymnast and just kept sinking down down down until finally your cock disappeared deep inside her. At that point she started grinding away at You, her exotic muff of fur rubbing against your abdomen with every move she made. 

Mike and Peter treated me to a wonderful DP on the floor. It was largely a tangle of legs, but they both managed to get their cocks inside my vagina and I became totally lost in the moment. Then Candice sat on your face and You too got double teamed. Pam and Candace swapped positions back and forth several times over the next hour or so before You finally pumped your load deep inside Pam. I remember looking over soon after and seeing your creamy white spunk dribbling out of her well used cunt and onto your abdomen. It didn't stay there long however, as both girls set to work slurping it up before then swapping a big sloppy cumslobbery kiss. 

Us three girls trotted off to enjoy the oversize shower and were soon joined by you three guys. We stayed there long enough for the men to get sucked good and hard again by each of the three girls before heading for the jacuzzi. After a few minutes in the warm bubbles, the ladies climbed up and sat on the edge of the tub platform so that the guys could return the favor. 

After the girls had all come several more times from the oral ministrations, we dried off and then returned to the big bed, each with our own partner for a long leisurely fuck in numerous positions. It was delightful to have You back inside me and it was was also incredibly sensual to see how the others made love. Everyone seemed to settle into a different position that was best for them. When Pam finally exploded in an orgasmic oratorio, we all went over the edge as well in one big thrashing flailing screaming groaning yelping physiological fireball of sexual ecstasy. 

Throughout the night there were frequent little side trips of sucking and slurping and fucking and at one point I mounted You with Mike and Pete to either side, a dick in each of my hands. Pam and Candice were wrapped in each others' arms blissfully asleep. I pumped away on three penises at once then finished all three off one by one in my mouth. We slept 'til dawn before donning thick terrycloth robes and disappearing back to our respective rooms on lower floors. 

On the way down in the elevator we encountered the cutie we had run into the evening before, also wrapped in a robe. She gave us a sly grin, knowing full well what we'd been up to all night. As we got off at our floor she sensually pulled open her robe. She too was naked underneath and we got a lovely flash of sweet tits and a furry little brunette bush. 

We both slipped off the robes and I was amazed to see You hard again even after a night like we'd just had. As soon as the door to our room closed behind us, I dropped to my knees and was soon rewarded with a fresh mouthful of briny jizz. We slept for several more hours before rising to shower and head downstairs for lunch.