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Nancy Collins, Miss World Bikini

By: railroadlady



The story of lovely young Nancy Collins who found a way to live her fantasy.

I was twelve years old when my mother decided that it was time for her to give me 'the talk'. She had good reason.

It all happened one sunny summer afternoon when my friend and next door neighbor Billy, who was also twelve, was over at my house. We were playing a game of hearts. I really liked Billy and I was also getting very curious about my body which was developing from being a little girl to being a 'big girl'. My breasts were growing and I was developing more curves. I was also beginning to notice that boys in school were noticing me.

"Would you like to kiss me Billy?" I asked.

Billy looked at me with wide open eyes. 

"I guess." Billy was at the stage that kissing was yucky.

I pouted my lips and offered them to him and we had a little kiss. "Let's do it again but make it last longer." I said.

So we kissed again, but Billy was hopeless.

That's when my mom came into the room.

"I think it's time for you to go home Billy." Mom said.

Billy gasped, "Oh, yes, OK." He stammered, and relieved he dashed madly out of the house.

"Nancy, why did you let him kiss you like that?" said Mom.

"Oh mom, don't blame Billy, I asked him to kiss me, and that was my fault. I was really curious about what it would feel like."

My mother smiled. "Well, did you like it?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

I blushed. "I liked it very much, in fact I made him kiss me twice, but I don't think he liked it very much."

Mom shook her head and smiling said, "Then we need to have a little talk."

I have never forgotten what she told me that afternoon. She said it was OK to be curious and that there were a lot of wonderful things that a girl could share with boys. She told me that I was a very lovely young girl and that there would be a lot of boys who would want to date me. We had already had the birds and bees talk but this one was about the practical things. Mom wanted me to learn how to control situations that I would find myself in.

"Sex is a wonderful thing, and it will give you a lot of pleasure, but you must recognize that a young girl who gives in too easily can very well find herself pregnant, spoil her chances for a life that will give her a much better chance of growing up, and being very happy when she finds the right man, who will love her and share a good life with her."

We talked about a lot of things that afternoon and she answered all of my questions. I was soon to realize that her open approach to me was just what I needed. Now it was a matter for time and experience to teach me the rest. 

Poor Billy was very shy toward me in the next few days, and was afraid that he had done something really wrong, but my mom was great with him and went out of her way to let him know he was still very welcome at #16 Oak Lane. That wasn't the last time I kissed Billy, but the next time we kissed he was older and liked it a lot more.

By the time I was thirteen, I was much more developed that most of the girls in my grade, and by the time I finished high school I was 5' 6" and had nice long legs, firm breasts, and a beautifully rounded tush. My hair was raven colored and I liked to wear it long. I was asked out for a lot of dates, but resisted any attempts that were made asking me to 'go steady'. Don't get the idea that I was a prude though. If I really liked a boy I would let him 'go farther'. This meant that I would let my breasts be touched and caressed, and sometimes I would even allow a hand to slip under my dress and stroke my thighs. I must admit that there were one or two boys who could get me hot and bothered, and then my thighs would part just enough for them to feel my panties between my legs. But I always stopped it there, even though when I got home my panties would be soaked and I knew I had been very close to letting them strip them off. My mom had told me that when a girl lets a boy take her panties off, she is surrendering to him and whatever he wants to do. So my panties became my last line of defense and I knew exactly where to stop. This became such a thing with me, that it wasn't until I was a 20 year old college girl, I finally let a boy, who got me very 'hot', slip my panties down for the very first time, I had a very big and unexpected orgasm. He was special though and I desperately wanted him to do it. But that's another story. 

I was never reluctant to wear revealing bathing suits at the pool in the summer. I had discovered that I liked being looked at, and it wasn't just boys, men would stare at me as I walked around the pool, or sunned in a chaise. I could feel their eyes on me and it could make me get very warm. It wasn't always the heat of the sun that would make me dive into the water and cool off. I don't think my daddy approved of some of the bikinis I chose to wear, but mom would just shake her head and smile.

"You're driving them all crazy." She once said. "Just be careful."

I was still a virgin when I went off to college. My sex life had never been more than heavy petting, lots of kissing, and sometimes I would allow an exploring hand to go between my thighs. So my mom's advice was working. It didn't bother me that I was still a virgin. It was my choice and not because there hadn't been a lot of opportunities. 

In my sophomore year, my sorority sisters approached me about getting into the Miss Nebraska beauty pageant. They thought I had a real chance and it would be a big feather in the sorority's cap. When they asked me, I was thrilled at the thought of being in that kind of a spotlight, and after talking to my mom on the phone that night, I agreed to enter.

It was a great experience, and one that I have never regretted. I didn't become Miss Nebraska. But I was first runner up, and received a trophy and gifts as the winner of the bathing suit part of the pageant. I loved the whole thing, and was besieged by requests for dates. Holding on to my resistance to go steady, I had my pick of boys, or I suppose they were now young men. There was one special guy though. His name was Chip Hardison. Real name Charles. But he was such a happy guy. Always smiling, and he made me laugh. He was well mannered and I loved his eyes and the way he could make me feel when he smiled at me. I am sure my dad would approve of Chip. I always enjoyed my dates with him because he treated my like a normal date. A lot of dates couldn't get past the 'Miss Bikini' title that I was now stuck with. They became one time dates. 

Chip and I had met in class, so he wasn't a result of my temporary campus fame. He wasn't the most handsome guy, but I liked everything about him. Mostly the way he treated me. And he was very sexy, at least he was to me, although he seemed quite oblivious to the fact that he was very attractive to girls. I think his natural decency and great disposition really set him apart. Anyway, while not wanting to be in a relationship didn't bother him at all. In fact he never mentioned it. We just dated a lot. As healthy young people we enjoyed our moments being alone together, and our kissing became more passionate, and his lovely hands, with their long slender fingers, began to explore more of me, as our kisses became tongue caresses. Yet he never pressed me, and actually I was the one who was desperate for him to be bolder. Sometimes my nipples would be rock hard as he passed his fingers over my breasts, and sometimes he would slip his hand under the hem of my dress and explore my thighs and the tops of my legs, until finally I couldn't stand it anymore, and one memorable night, in the back seat of his car, when his hand was under my skirt, and our tongues were probing each other, I parted my legs inviting him to invade my most intimate place. Slowly he did, and after rubbing my vulva gently with his lovely fingers, he actually pulled my panties aside so he could slip his finger into my vagina. I had never let anyone do that to me before, and it felt so good, and my body was alive to his touch. "Oh God Chip, please take my panties off." I gasped. I immediately remembered what mom told me about surrendering my panties, and I knew what I had done. 

I thrust myself forward from the waist down to help him, and Chip put his hands, one on each side of my hips, and slowly slipped my panties down over my bottom, and then I closed my legs so that he could slide them all the way down, and they were very wet and sticking to my pussy as he pulled them down. That is when I had my very first and memorable orgasm. I couldn't believe it. I suppose the years of never letting anyone pull my panties down caught up with me, and now a man, was taking off my panties, and that triggered my first great sexual experience. Anticipation, I discovered, is a big part of sex. 

I gasped and clung to him as my body was racked with pleasure, and he paused and kissed me, before sliding them on down. I raised my knees and let him pull them over my feet. Freed of my panties, I opened my legs and kissed him, putting my arms around his neck, as his hand returned to that magical place between my legs. His explorations quickly found my clitoris and I jerked with pleasure as he touched it. We were both on a learning curve, and so he found that slipping his finger through my slit, he could excite me in many places. I was finding equal pleasure as he explored, gently and slowly, all the many sensitive spots, my pussy lips, my clitoris, my vagina, and soon found that he could slip more than one finger inside me. I was very wet and slipping more fingers into me was easily done. By now I am uninhibited and moving lasciviously against his hand as he unknowingly is turning me into a lust filled body I didn't know existed. Then I almost fainted as the first orgasm of several swept through me, I cried out and clutched him as I experienced pleasures I never could have dreamed of. I was crying as I went limp and hugged him to me. 

"Nancy are you all right, why are you crying?" he asked.

"Oh Chip, I am wonderful, you are wonderful, I have never felt anything so superb, I feel relaxed and fulfilled. You can do that anytime you want too my darling."

I had never felt a man's maleness before, but I didn't want to be just a teaser after the indescribable pleasure he had just given me, so I made myself put my hand at the top of Chip's legs, seeking him, and discovered that he was very hard. Unzipping his pants, I had to extricate his shaft from the opening in his shorts and it sprang out. It was larger and thicker than I expected. I slipped my fingers up and down the length. He gasped and I stroked him until very quickly he whispered, "I'm going to come Terry, don't stop," and suddenly his body jerked and I felt a warm sticky liquid coming all over my hand, and after several seconds he put his hand down to stop my fingers from massaging him any more.

After holding each other quietly and talking we found ourselves laying down in the back seat, out bodies pressed together, and I could feel Chip getting hard again. I put my hand down and slipped his shaft between my legs. 

"Oh Chip, that feels wonderful." I could feel his entire length from my clit to my labia, as his member fit beautifully in my slit. We moved against each other and very quickly I was swept by repeating waves of pleasure as one orgasm was followed by an even better one. I felt Chip's body stiffen, gasping, he came between my pussy lips and then we lay there enjoying the intimate feeling we were sharing as he slowly lost his erection. 

I was so grateful for mom's wise advice. Because of her, I had had a great life so far, and my first real sexual experience had been everything I could have wanted. 

He could have done anything he wanted to me that night, and he didn't know it. I was wondering how long it would be before I wanted him to take me and take my virginity. I knew that it wouldn't be long.

We must have dozed off together, because I was awakened feeling Chip getting hard between my legs. I opened my eyes and Chip was wide awake, he kissed me and I moved my body against him as his now full erection was again slipping between my labia and exciting a very sensitive clit, a little tender but receptive to his movement. We both came again, the feeling of him thrilling me as I felt his warmth spilling between my legs. 

"Oh Chip, this is just lovely, but I think we are making a mess of your back seat."

"It's fine," he responded, "I have some old towels in the trunk, and tissues under the seat, I would love to clean you up though if you will let me."

I nodded yes to him wondering what he meant.

Chip's car was an old Cadillac de Ville that his dad gave to him to take to college. The old sedan was large, allowing us the big back seat that we had just taken advantage of. The front seat was a wide bench, which allowed me to get close to him as he drove. I discovered there were a lot of positive things about big, old, cars. 

Chip reached under the front seat and pulled out a box of Kleenex. Pulling out a handful, he parted my legs and gently began to clean my pussy. It felt heavenly. Too soon he was done and I sat up and we found my panties. Between the towels and the Kleenex we managed to clean up the seat. It was getting close to dawn as we got back to the campus. We kissed and he drove off as I went into the dorm. 

The next few days, all I could think about was the wonderful feelings Chip had aroused in me in the back seat of his marvelous old car. Even more I was thinking about losing my virginity to Chip. By Thursday I couldn't wait any longer, and when he called to see if I wanted to go out on Saturday night, I promised him that it would be a very special night. My mother had insisted that I take 'the pill', but I never had. But starting on Friday I took my first pill. I was a 21-year-old virgin, but I didn't intend to be one much longer.

I dressed for the occasion. I wore an almost transparent blouse, a very transparent bra, and some almost nothing panties that hid nothing and revealed much. Add to this a short skirt that barely came to my thighs, and some high heels bought specially for the occasion. 

Chip was right on time, and he always got out of the car to let me out, and he always opened the door to let me get in. I had said something to him once about how well mannered he was. He had laughed and said, "don't give my manners all the credit, mostly I love to look at your legs as you get in and out of the car." After that I had found myself getting careless about keeping my knees together, and enjoyed the fact that he got some pleasure from looking up my dress.

When he asked me what I wanted to do that night, I had said, "Let's have a picnic. We'll go down to the river, there won't be anyone around, we can cuddle in the dark, spread a blanket and have a lovely evening together."

Chip had done his part, and as we carried our picnic and a blanket, we were holding hands as we walked. I had taken my heels off to get through the grass, they probably weren't the best choice of shoes, but they went with the way I was dressed and my mood.

"You look beautiful tonight Nancy, but you always do, and yet tonight you seem to be glowing."

I was glowing, and I was full of, well the only word that comes to mind was lust. 

"Kiss me please Chip"

He gently pulled me to him and we kissed exploring each other with our tongues. With the scantiness of my clothing, plus he was wearing light summer weight slacks and a cotton shirt, we were very much aware of the touch of our bodies. Soon we were lying on the blanket. My skirt was up around my hips, and I wasn't even thinking about pulling it down. I pressed against him and I whispered to him, "Chip, I want you inside me." 

"Are you sure Nancy, really sure?"

"Chip, kiss me and do whatever you want to me, because that is what I want tonight. I want you to take my virginity."

For the second time in my life a man was taking off my panties, and he was doing it very slowly, driving me crazy with anticipation as I felt the cool night air on my belly, on my mound, and between my thighs. Finally my panties were off, and then, as though to tease me, he began to unbutton my blouse, pulling it down from my shoulders. Then he pulled my bra straps down releasing my breasts, with their now erect nipples, from their scanty prison. He undid the zipper on the side of my skirt. His motive became clear when he asked me to sit up and he pulled my blouse away from my body, and then my bra. He was going to take off all my clothes. He laid me back down, tugging my little skirt down my legs. I wriggled in the cool air, wearing only my high heels as he began to kiss my nipples and his hand slid down over my belly, caressed my mound and slipped between my legs. Feeling completely wanton, and full of lust, I spread my legs giving him full access to my vulva. He gently, and slowly slipped his sensuous fingers over my pussy lips, and then began to make little circles around my clit. I could hear myself moaning as he teased me. His touch was so light that it was almost like tickling. He was driving me wild. Then he penetrated my vagina with his fingers and began rubbing my inner walls. I just wanted him in me. My nipples were very touchy now as he nibbled first one and then the other. I felt like my entire body was an erogenous zone.

"Chip, please, please, fuck me, please, fuck me now."

I had never used the 'F' word before, but it came out without me even thinking about what I was saying. 

He had removed his slacks and must not have been wearing any underwear because he quickly rolled between my legs, and kissing me he reached down and placed his shaft into the entrance of my vagina. I cried out with pleasure as he slowly pushed the head of his maleness into me and then he was inside, and going deeper and my legs naturally wrapped around his waist as I pulled him to me. He thrust into me and pulled away and thrust again. I came explosively and quickly, and seconds later Chip groaned and jerked against me as he flooded me with his liquid. If he had broken my hymen, I was not aware of it. I felt no pain, only the ecstasy of total intimacy as I luxuriated from the feeling of him inside me. Stripping me naked had made me feel so vulnerable, and had magnified my emotions and my sexual delight.

"I thought losing my virginity would hurt, but it didn't, and I loved every second of it." I confessed.

Chip giggled. 

"What are you giggling for?" I said as I playfully punched him. 

"Losing my virginity didn't hurt me either." He laughed again.

"Oh Chip, I didn't know. The way girls come to you, I just assumed . . ."

"You make me so happy Nancy, I will never forget what we just had."

I didn't even bother to dress. I folded my clothes while Chip put out our picnic dinner. I loved being naked, and naked for him, although in the dark our figures were not very distinct, but the cool night air felt wonderful again on my bare flesh as we nibbled our food between kisses and fondling.

I wanted to touch him and not feel self conscious about it, and after we had put the remains of our meal in the picnic basket, we were sitting side-by-side sipping wine. 

I put my wine glass down and lay back on the blanket, Chip leaned on one elbow and gently kissed me. Boldly, to cover my nervousness, I put my hand on his thigh and moved it up until I found his penis. It was only semi soft, and as I touched it, and wrapped my fingers around it, I could feel it growing in my hand. Our kisses became more passionate as he stiffened in my fingers, and soon my fingers barely could reach around it. Still holding him I climbed onto him, straddling him, and guiding him into me. I took my hands and put them on his chest as I felt that gorgeous member enter me as I lowered myself on him. I took all of him in me, and then feeling totally free, I put my hands behind my head and began to rise up and drop down on him, feeling marvelous as I felt that very large shaft completely filling me. This time I was able to last longer, and I loved it when he came before I was ready. Happily he remained hard in me as I continued to treat myself to him as he was quickly beginning to go from softening to hardening. Then he apparently had had enough as he quickly flipped me onto my back, and entering me he proceeded to screw me with very rapid and long strokes, and his body was now pressing my clit, and that was all it took for me to almost faint as he brought me to a volcanic series of orgasms, leaving me weak and helpless. I may have fainted. I opened my eyes to see the evening stars overhead. 


Nancy Collins, Miss World Bikini



'How fitting.' I thought.

"I love you Nancy." Chip whispered.

"I love you too Chip." I replied.

That was as close as I ever came to going steady. I did love Chip, and I know he loved me. We never did date anyone else, and when graduation came Chip went off in the Peace Corps to South America, while I got my business degree and took a management training position with Galaxy Airlines. We vowed to stay in touch, and we wrote to each other, and called each other if not frequently. I missed him and I think he missed me. We both felt that one day we would be together again. It would be years before we saw each other again.

It was a lovely relationship though. We could talk about anything and I learned so much from Chip about the way men looked at things, and he told me he had learned much from me. One thing I did learn was that my aversion to the F word disappeared when I was in the throes of desire. Otherwise though I disliked it as I did any form of crude language. It was a big turn off for me. Some words I did like though, even crude they may be. I never found a better term than 'pussy' to describe that most intimate area between my legs. Pussy at once covers inner and outer labia, vulva, vagina, clitoris and all things that surround the love triangle. I think it is a very sexy word, not crude at all. And I must admit the word 'cock' is probably perfect to describe a man's penis even if it is a little crude. Penis is so medical. Chip would love to whisper things like, "Do you have a hot pussy tonight?" Which always served to guarantee I soon would if I didn't already. In turn I would whisper to him in a very public place some question like, asking if he would like to put his cock in my pussy because I wasn't wearing any underwear. This also guaranteed that something good would happen after awhile.

We were very comfortable with each other, and he was the only man I have ever known that was completely open and familiar with me, and I with him. He was also the best and most truthful friend, and I completely trusted him.

My relationship with Chip had made me realize a number of things. 

I was something of an exhibitionist.

I loved being nude.

I had almost no sexual hang ups.

I loved the idea of a man who was sexually creative.

Men with good manners always turned me on.

Men who made me laugh turned me on.

I loved men, and I loved the art of sex with men whom I was attracted to.

Then there were other things,

For example:

I could not tolerate crudity in either men or women.

Coarse language turned me off.

Cynical and negative people bored me to death.

Macho types were somewhat ludicrous to me.

While I loved 'cock' in me or in my mouth, I had no fondness for male fluids in my mouth, and certainly not swallowing it. And I had no desire for my face to be splattered with it.

Yes, it does limit the kinds of men I am liable to meet, but then there are more of the kinds of men I like than one might think.

Chapter 2

After Chip

I loved my job with Galaxy Airlines. They had a management-training program that had me learning, from the ground up, as much as possible about the airline business.

After a year long initial training program at the home office flight college, the next step was training for and becoming an active flight attendant, which would lead to a more supervisory position. One starts out on short flights and graduates to longer and longer flights and finally to international travel. After that, as positions come open, one could wind up in one of the many worldwide offices, or at the home office in Dallas.

I loved every part of it, and met some wonderful men and women along the way. Careful for the most part, to avoid people I worked with, I was still able to find some pleasant relationships, (some of which were sexually very fulfilling,) in my travels around the country. There was only one time when I flagrantly broke my own rule about relationships with co-workers. And it was to be an opportunity to live a fantasy that I never dreamed would ever happen. Mostly because fantasies are just fantasies. In real life they don't work. Fantasies after all are perfect, and the dreamer makes the rules. In real life the rules go out the window because the cast members don't follow the dreamers rules. So you can see that living out one of my fantasies would come as a great surprise to me. And I almost didn't do it for a lot of very good reasons.

Five years after I had started with Galaxy, I was in the final stages of management training, and was expecting a promotion and a posting to an as yet unknown post. I found myself in Orlando, Florida, scheduled for training the next day at a two day course on security and safety on a new airliner that the company was bringing online in a matter of weeks. There were two different schools. One was for pilot familiarization training, and the other for cabin crew training. So we were all gathered at the Marriott with time on our hands until the next day. I had risen to the rank of senior attendant, mostly which meant I got better schedules, more choices, and a little more money. There were lots of people in Orlando that I knew having crossed paths with many of them during my five years at Galaxy.

So while I was in the lobby checking in, I felt a touch on my arm and turned to find Tom Thorndike smiling at me. "Tom, what a surprise, I didn't know you were going to be here." 

"Just like everyone else, I need training too." He smiled.

He had a touch of grey in his hair, making him look very distinguished. His laughing blue eyes still were attractive and full of life. At about six feet tall he was very much the kind of man that always made me answer yes to the unasked question, 'Would I or wouldn't I?' In his case, positively yes. 

Tom was one of the good guys. I had always liked him, and now he was about 50 years old, a four striper, and one of the airlines best. And Tom and I shared a secret. He was also a wonderful lover. We had met two years earlier when we had both been stuck with a long layover in Denver. It started when he helped me with my bag as we got on the shuttle to take us to the hotel. By the time we got there we had agreed to meet for a drink. I never even gave a thought to how old he was. The drink led to dinner and as we were both having a wonderful time together. He made me feel really good and I didn't want this evening to end just yet so I decided to dive in the deep end and invite him to my room for a nightcap. He barely hesitated before saying, "I would really like that Nancy." We were no sooner in the room when he took me in his arms and kissed me. He could really kiss a girl. In seconds I was feeling very warm and eagerly kissing him back. I was really aroused and wanting this lovely man. Before I had time to think he was pulling me to him with his hands on my buns, and for my part, I was wantonly pressing against him. He then led me to the bed, where he completely undressed me. The first thing he did after stripping off my panties, completing my nakedness, was to spread my legs and begin kissing and licking my pussy. I was gasping with pleasure. It had happened very quickly. As he continued to thrill me with his very educated tongue, he was taking off his slacks. Then he moved up and kissed me, as his cock found my very hot, wet and slippery vagina. I came almost immediately, but he continued to thrust in me as I enjoyed repeated orgasms for at least 30 or 40 more seconds. Thus began the longest and most exciting sexual night of my life. We spent three nights together while the airline straightened out their problems and get us on another schedule. It was like a honeymoon. We simply couldn't get enough of each other. We spent most of the time in bed, and it was all great, mind blowing, sex. It still didn't bother me that he was almost twice my age. I was 25 and he was 48. He could fuck me for the longest time, and sometimes I had to beg him to stop. He was expert in teasing, tantalizing, and tickling me until I was completely worn out. He was always able to be ready, although I did help him sometimes. He had what I would call a 'pretty cock'. Long, slender, and pink. I loved taking him in my mouth and tickling his glans with the tip of my tongue, which would always bring him back, and we would start all over again. There was one stretch of 24 hours when I don't think I ever had a stitch of clothing on and we survived with room service. 

Now here he was in the lobby and I couldn't think of anyone I would rather see. 

"Hey, look, we are having a get together later in my room, so if you can make it we will be a party of six, and I'll make a reservation for dinner about 8. Tony Alvarez, Greg Davis, Jack Reynolds, and Valerie Simpson are coming, but come around five, we have a lot to talk about and we can have a few drinks."

"I would love to come Tom, what is your room number."

"448, we'll be looking for you around five." He paused and taking my hand he said "Nancy, I will never forget those precious days we spent together. I have thought a lot about you. You are as lovely as I remember you."

I leaned forward and kissed him gently. "It was a beautiful time Tom."

With that he headed for the elevator, and flushed, I finished checking in.

Chapter 3

Fantasy is reality

Pleased that I had plans for the evening now, I approached my room with a lot more enthusiasm. Instead of room service and a movie I would be spending time with people I liked. The three pilots he had named were all like him. I knew them all, and they were all gentlemen, and very good at their jobs. The youngest would be about 40 and Tom the oldest. I vaguely remembered the girl he named, Valerie Simpson, but my recollection was of a very pretty, and very efficient girl. Tony Alvarez was about 40, and a hunk. He had dark Latin looks, with eyes that were made for the bedroom. Greg Davis was also in his 40s. I remembered him as having sandy colored hair, about 5' 9", and very easy going. He was a favorite with the attendants because of his very even temperament. He was handsome in a very masculine way. I didn't know Jack Reynolds very well, and had only flown with him on one occasion. Jack was pleasant to look at. Slender, and his thick wavy hair set off a masculine face with a strong jaw line. But the girls liked to fly with him, and that told one a lot. 

I was glad that I had brought my "little black dress". One never knew when a dinner date might come up, so I always carried it with me along with a pair of matching black patent leather heels. That settled my wardrobe for the evening.

My room was lovely. Overlooking the pool and palm trees, I decided to go down and enjoy the rest of the afternoon before 5 pm. Putting on one of my favorite bikinis and some platform pumps, I covered up with a light beach robe and headed downstairs. As I left the building and headed for the pool I was conscious of heads turning to follow me as I walked poolside. Chip always told me that I had a very sexy walk. My shoes had at least a two-inch lift, much the same effect as high heels. I found an empty lounge chair, and dropped my wrap, and then rubbed a little sun lotion on my shoulders and above my breasts, and on my midriff and belly. This was a very brief bikini, pale yellow in color, and it had cost me more than a bikini should. I was aware of several male heads looking my way as I sat on the lounge chair and rubbed more lotion on my legs. Then I laid back taking advantage of the shade offered by the partial canvas cover over the chaise. It covered my head and kept the sun out of my eyes, but allowed some rays on my body. Over the next hour and a half I had three offers to buy me drinks, and one particularly persistent lout who felt he was God's gift to women and sat on the chaise next to mine undressing me with his eyes. I told him finally that my (non existent) husband would be joining me soon, so he gave up and left me alone. 

Finally it was time to go. I couldn't resist walking around the pool. It was a large pool, almost a small lake, and the exhibitionist in me wanted to make sure that my bikini was worth what I paid for it. It only had two tiny triangles to cover my breasts, in fact they didn't do much more than cover my nipples, and I have to have more of my pubis trimmed because the triangle that should completely cover my 'Mons veneris' was straining to cover my dark pubic hair. And from the back, more of my bottom showed than didn't. It wasn't quite a thong, but it was close enough. I carried my robe over my arm so everyone could take a good look at 'Miss Bikini'. It took about 10 minutes to traverse the entire pool and when I finally headed for the hotel building, I was sure the bikini was worth every penny, and I was somewhat aroused from the attention I was getting. I noticed that men of all ages had pointed a lot of cell phones at me. So feeling very sexy, I went up to my room to get ready for the party.

I decided to take a bath, and dumping the Marriott bubble package into the tub, I soon had enough water to step in and luxuriantly soak for a half an hour. I thought about Tom and the time we had shared, and unconsciously my hand drifted down under the warm slippery water, to my clit. Gently I massaged myself, closing my eyes and enjoying the memories of the things he had done to me. Not knowing what the night might bring, I stopped short of making myself come, and was content with touching myself, stroking the lips of my labia and gently entering my vagina with two fingers to rub the opening and enjoy the feeling it gave to me. Then, with the water-cooling, it was time to get dressed and put on my makeup.

I dried my self, and sat naked at the vanity to put on my makeup. I didn't use much but I did like to use a little eyeliner and accent my lashes. A little blush on the cheeks, and a little lipstick. Mom always said, "Less is more." And she was right.

Black nylons, very sheer. A lacy garter belt. Black sheer nylon panties, my 'Little Black Dress' and open toe black patent high heels were my wardrobe for the evening. The finishing touches of a pearl necklace, and earrings. No bra tonight. I loved being firm enough to go braless and I loved the feel of the fabric against my nipples when I moved. The dress was very clingy with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. It came down to my mid thigh. I twirled in front of the mirror and was pleased the way the skirt flared upwards to reveal more of my legs, but not enough to go above my stocking tops. One of my friends, Jenny Curry, called it a 'jiggle dress'. When I asked what that meant she said. 

"When you don't wear a bra in that dress, your titties jiggle." 

Sure enough, I had checked out her comment by moving from side to side in front of the mirror, and they did 'jiggle'. So wearing my 'jiggle' dress and carrying a little black purse containing my room key, comb and lipstick, I headed for the elevator to take me to Tom's get together. 

I was sure he had said room 448, but as I knocked on the large double door, definitely not the standard room, I was hoping I wasn't making a mistake.

The door opened and there stood Tom. "Wow," he said, as he looked me up and down. "You look gorgeous."

He stood aside as I walked into a very spacious suite. The other three men were already in the large living room sitting around a fairly large bar height table with a glass top. Playing cards were scattered on it. It was round and featured tall-upholstered chairs that I found out were very comfortable. They all stood as I approached them. 

"This is Nancy Collins, but I think you may know her."

We all shook hands. They all looked great, and just as I remembered them. 

"This is a lovely suite." I said to Tom.

"Well I had all these Marriott points, and I upgraded so we could have a nice place to get together." He replied.

Through another pair of large double doors I could see an elegantly appointed bedroom with a large king size bed. A canopy topped it with white diaphanous material hanging from it. It looked like a honeymoon suite. 

"Is Valerie not here?" I asked.

"Well she called, and said she had run into an old friend, but would try to make it in time for dinner."

Tony, Greg and Jack had sat back down.

I felt a little awkward.

"Look Tom, it looks like you have a guy thing going here, and if Valerie isn't going to make it I don't want to spoil anything. Perhaps I should just meet you later for dinner."

"Please stay Terry, we all want you to. The poker was just a time killer for this afternoon."

I looked at the other guys. "Are you sure? Because I really don't mind meeting later."

They all smiled and Jack said, "Absolutely. Right now we need a break from guy talk."

I noticed a bar in the far corner of the large room.

I was still a little doubtful, but as I looked at them, what I saw was four mature men, all quite older than me, and two of them my father's age. My worries faded. They were mature and responsible. Mostly they made me feel safe. Plus Tom was watching out for me. 

"Well just so I won't feel like a wallflower, I'll play hostess, bring the drinks, and we can all catch up with each other."

Tony, "Anything that involves you walking around the room in those heels and that sexy dress is a great idea." 

"Tony, you are going to make me blush."

While this was going on Tom had poured me a glass of wine. I hopped up onto one of the chairs and my skirt was riding high on my legs, and already they were glancing at my legs through the glass top. I crossed them to be more comfortable, which gave them a good look at my bare legs above my stockings. I pulled my reluctant skirt down to cover my stocking tops.

Greg looked at me, "Nancy, could I ask you a very personal question, but I don't want to be accused of sexual harassment." 

I smiled at him, "Greg you can ask me anything you want, and I'll let you know if it's sexual harassment, or sexual enjoyment."

"Well, what do you think about panty hose?" he said.

"Honestly Greg. What a question. If you must know, I hate them. I love bare legs in the summer and stockings and a garter belt in the winter, and if you are wondering about now? "

I stood up on the rung of my tall chair, placing me well above their head level, demurely put one knee in front of the other and pulled up my dress just far enough to show them a little thigh above my stocking tops. "Does that answer your question?" I laughed as I dropped my skirt and sat back down.

All of their eyes had got very big when I had raised my skirt, and I was enjoying the moment. 

"You have beautiful legs Nancy." Said Tony smiling.

Jack looked like he needed a refill, so I went to him and picked up his glass and made my way across the room, my skirt clinging to my legs as I walked. 

I had crossed a bridge, and I knew it. My showing my legs was letting them know that I was enjoying their company and their eyes. I began to think that I just might be able to have the courage to live my fantasy. I was starting to feel very comfortable with them . . . and bolder.

I took his glass back and stood next to him for a moment. Before I could move he put his arm around me and gently pressed the side of my breast. 

"How about this, do you feel sexually harassed now?"

"Oh Jack, you are very naughty, but the fact is I like being touched by people who know the difference between pawing and caressing."

His hand dropped down to my bottom, and he gently squeezed me.

I moved away from him. "You have lovely hands Jack, and just so you are gentle, touching is OK. When I offered to leave I was really happy when you let me know that you wanted me to stay. Any girl loves to be the center of a man's attention, and any girl would love to be the center of the attention of four handsome men. A girl doesn't dress like I am to hide herself, she wants to show herself at her best and be desirable... whew, sorry for the little speech".




Nancy Collins, Miss World Bikini



With that I leaned over giving him a great look at my cleavage, and kissed him gently on the lips. I was very aware that my words were also an invitation that it was OK to touch. 

Tom, Greg and Tony had watched this little episode with great interest. I sat back down letting them see lots of leg and thigh.

There was a little awkward silence as they digested my comments.

Jack mercifully broke the silence. "That was quite a show you put on at the pool this afternoon." He said, smiling at me. "I got a great shot with my cell phone as you walked around the back side of the pool." 

With that he took out his cellphone and brought up the movie he had made. He passed it to me. It made me realize how very flimsy my yellow bikini was. My breasts were almost bouncing out of the skimpy top, and his camera followed me as I passed where he was sitting, the view of my rear end undulating as I walked was very provocative. But it was the frontal view that showed the inadequacy of my cover. My mound was barely covered, and with the little triangle of pale yellow I appeared naked at a quick glance. I handed the phone back to him. Greg looked at me and asked, "Do you mind if I look?" Ever the gentleman.

I was blushing as I nodded my OK.

"Wow" was all Tony could say, as they passed around the phone, each of them looking at the pictures. Tom was grinning broadly and Greg kept looking at me and back to the little screen. 

"Let me know when you wear that again. I want to be there." He said.

"Now I know why they call you Miss Bikini." Tom added.

I laughed, "Actually there is no Miss Bikini. I was a contestant in the Miss Nebraska beauty pageant, and I was awarded first place in the swimsuit category. It wasn't a bikini, it was a one piece, and we all wore the same color bathing suit. That was a name someone came up with on campus after the pageant, and it stuck." I explained.

I got up and stepped over beside Tom's chair. 

"Can I get you another drink?" I asked him smiling. He looked up at me and smiled back, and reaching under my skirt he ran his hand up my leg and fondled my bottom, then dropped his hand and felt between my thighs before withdrawing his hand and picking up his glass, and handing it to me. I then stepped over to pick up Greg's glass and he slid his hand up the back of my legs and slipped his fingers between my legs. Things were starting to move faster and I was loving this, and getting very turned on. 

I stepped away from him as he began to get too invasive, and breathing a little heavier, I went over to Tony. 

"Tony, everyone else has checked out my lingerie, it's only fair that you get your turn."

Tony looked at me steadily without blinking and slipped his hand under my skirt in the front and with the back of his hand slid it up between my legs until his fingertips were pressing against my mound. I could feel my pubic hair being pressed just a little through my flimsy panties.

I went to the bar and poured myself another white wine. I was very aroused, and I wasn't sure what I was doing, or where it would lead, but I had started something and I didn't want to stop. I had this strong desire to be taken by all of them. My fantasy was to be loved by two men. But why not four? I just hoped that they would let me lead. I didn't want to be raped. I might be asking for trouble but I was betting on their character.

By now my panties are soaked. I went back to the table as they freely began to feel under my skirt, feel my legs, feel my bottom, and slide their fingers into my crotch. I kept moving around the table. At one point Jack went to the bathroom, and when he came back, standing behind me, he put his arms around my waist, and kissing my neck he cupped my breasts and took my nipples between his fingertips and pressed a very good erection against my rear end. Then he kissed my neck again before dropping his hands and sitting down. 

I sat back on my high chair and Tony immediately stood up and came to me. He put his hands under my skirt and pushed it up until he was caressing my hips, and then he pressed his tongue in my mouth and we were kissing as he felt my legs and hips. 

He whispered, "If you think things are getting out of hand, just say the word and I'll take you back to your room."

"I am enjoying this so much Tom, but if things change I will say something."

By now I was very warm and I needed to do something about my sodden panties. I headed for the bathroom, and quickly stripping off the black undergarment, I rinsed it out and hung the panties on a towel rack. Then I bathed my pussy in cool water, patted it dry and went back to the living room. 

They were waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom. 

"Nancy, you are driving us crazy. We want you to let us make love to you but if you don't want that, we completely understand, but you are making it very difficult for us, after all mere mortals can hardly cope being with a goddess." Said Greg smiling.

"Well, I just had to rinse my panties, you have me so aroused. I really don't want to leave now, your hands and kisses plus two glasses of wine have made me a little more than just receptive. I would love to make love with all of you. I'm not sure I can handle all of you, but I will try." I took a deep breath. "Please don't hurt me, be gentle, respect my wishes and stop if I ask. I truly want to give you pleasure, and God knows you are already teasing me to distraction. all of you." I paused and looked at them as they took in my words.

" Come and stand around me so I can kiss you all and feel your bodies against mine." I asked. They all moved to fulfill my request.

I closed my eyes as they made a tight circle around me, and I opened them and was looking at Tom, and I put my arms around Tom's neck and we probed our mouths with our tongues. I was being pressed between four men, and I turned to my right and found Greg's mouth on mine. Now I could feel hands pulling up my skirt, another hand was sliding my spaghetti straps off my shoulders and then unzipping the back of my dress. At that point I closed my eyes and surrendered to them. My dress slipped down my body and was stopped by my gold chain belt. I was naked from the waist up except for the strand of pearls. There were eight hands and 40 fingers roaming my body, as I turned and found another pair of willing lips. Hands were pulling up my skirt. There was a hand on my mound and then I felt a long finger sliding between my legs, pausing to press against my clit. Hands were squeezing my bottom, my breasts were being fondled and squeezed, and now a hand was pressing between my legs, and as I turned to kiss another pair of willing lips, my legs began to buckle as the sheer joy of what was happening to me caused me to have an orgasm from the intimate attentions I was getting from four lovely men. I pulled my top up so I could release my belt, which then fell to the carpet. I was clad only in stockings, a garter belt and high heels, and I was willingly being ravished. I was living my fantasy. I opened my eyes.

The men stepped back and began to undress.

"Please just stand there for a moment while we look at you." Said Tony.

I closed my eyes and was aware of clothing being removed. Someone took my hand, and then led me to the bedroom. I had decided to keep my eyes closed and not wonder about who was doing what to me. Laying me gently on the bed I was conscious of pillows being placed under my hips and then someone parted my legs and I gasped with pleasure as a tongue touched my clit and began devilling me. Lips came to my lips kissing me and probing my mouth. Both breasts were being kissed and my nipples were erect and sensitive as they sucked and nibbled them. My clitoris was now prominent as my unknown lover continued to excite me. Fingers were finding my vagina, and I couldn't hold back as my body was jerking with the sweep of an orgasm, and my hands began to search for them and quickly found first one very erect cock and then another. The mouth that was giving me so much pussy pleasure suddenly was gone, and my legs were lifted and I was being entered, and I pushed against my unknown lover in my desire. He was slowly thrusting into me, and teasing as he withdrew, and then plunged again. 

"Oh, Oh, Oh, oooooooh," I couldn't help making sounds as they were thrilling my entire body. I was making little cries of joy, and moving my hips against them. 

I felt something against my lips; I opened my mouth slightly and knew that there was a cock trying to enter my mouth. I willingly opened it and took him in. I began to suck and tickle his glans with my tongue. Whoever was fucking me couldn't hold back any more and started fucking me in earnest, and then exploded quickly, and almost immediately he withdrew to be replaced by another fully erect penis that was a lot thicker and completely filled my very slippery vagina.

I was in ecstasy. I had repeated orgasms, and was never, never without hands and fingers exploring my body. There was always a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, and I couldn't imagine they could keep going forever. At one point they turned me over onto my stomach and spreading my bottom, they entered my pussy from behind, and then they pulled up my hips until I was on my knees with my breasts dangling from my body. Someone lifted my head and put his cock against my lips as I opened my mouth to him and sucked him as the cock in my pussy thrust harder and harder, and someone else was laying under my tits and playing with one and sucking the other. Keeping my eyes closed was only increasing my passion and desire. Suddenly I became a little nervous when I felt a finger probing my anus, and he slipped it into me and I was afraid that someone was going to try to enter his cock into me, but the finger was withdrawn as they turned me on my back again, and I was fucked at least twice more. I had no idea how many times they had taken me, but I was so pleased that I was able to take them all, and enjoyed every minute of their loving. Finally I gasped, "God, please, please, stop." I began to cry. They all moved from me and they were holding both my hands. I was lying there, spread eagled, my legs parted and they were holding my hands, and I was crying with joy and rapture. I had never felt so good and so tired. 

I opened my eyes, and brought my legs back together, and they were all grouped around my nude and thoroughly satiated body.

"Nancy, are you OK, why are you crying."

I smiled through my tears. "I have never been happier. You were all so wonderful and made it such an incredible experience."

I sat up in bed. My garter belt and stockings still intact. My heels had fallen of at some point, and I was still wearing my pearls and earrings. 

"I want to take a shower," and I kissed each of them as I walked a little unsteadily to the bathroom, very conscious of the wetness of their seed running down my thighs. I stripped off my stockings and garter belt, and laid my pearls and earrings on the vanity and stepped into the shower.

It was a huge tiled shower with a large glass door and I wasn't surprised when Tom and Jack joined me. I would have liked to shower alone at that point but found it quite pleasant when they both began to rub me down with warm wet soapy cloths. My pussy was very tender, as were my nipples, and I had to ask them to be gentle. 

"Tom, would you find my dress and shoes and leave me alone for a few minutes?"

They left the bathroom draped in towels, and soon the door reopened and Tom hung my dress on the back of the door and put my shoes down. Then he quietly closed the door and left me to complete my cleanup.

I took my time drying off, and dried my hair. My nylon panties dried quickly under the hair dryer, and I put them on, and I rinsed my stockings and rolled them in tissue to take back to my room. I then put my dress on loving the feel of it against my naked body, slipped into the heels, and stepped back into the room. I could still feel a little liquid seeping from my pussy onto my thighs. I didn't know how many times they had taken me. It was beyond my ability to count because it had been almost dreamlike for me, but I knew I had taken in a great deal of semen.

I looked at the clock as I entered the room. It was 7:35. I couldn't believe it. We had made love for over two hours but it seemied like a much shorter time. 

They were all looking at me and smiling. 

Jack spoke up. "I have no idea what to say to you except you are a goddess, and I am in love."

Tom, Greg, and Tony smiled and nodded in agreement.

I smiled, "Well you are all gods, and you were perfect. I cannot begin to describe the pleasure and joy that you gave me, and how I feel right now. But I really have to go and change. Do we still have a dinner date?"

"We certainly do, but I will get it pushed back to 8:30. If you like I'll come by for you." Said Tom.

"Thank you Tom."

And picking up my little purse, and my tiny bundle of damp undies, I kissed each of them tenderly pressing against them as I did, before walking out the door and going to my room.

I fell on the bed and wondered if what had happened in the hours since 5 pm had really happened. But yes it had. I had a very tender, slightly sore pussy to prove it, and my breasts were very tender. The fabric of my dress rubbing my nipples was not totally without a little discomfort. It was more than worth it. I would never forget the sheer joy of those delightful men giving me pleasure, as I hoped I had given them the same. It is not possible to put into words the thrill of being the object of four lovely men and their 8 hands, 40 fingers, four pairs of soft lips, and four lovely cocks. Most of all, the chances of having another perfect situation like that were almost impossible. I was a very lucky girl. 

As much as I would just like to lie in bed and fall asleep, I needed to get ready for dinner with my four dates, and I didn't have much time. 

It was pretty obvious that my pussy was going to seep, and so my only recourse was to put a tampon in my vagina, which would at least keep my panties and my dress from getting wet.

Tonight I would go bare legged, and wear an emerald green form fitting silky dress with a short flared skirt. I chose a pair of white lacy panties and to give my sore nipples a break a cotton bra that might help to stop my tender nipples from moving against my dress. Some emerald green costume jewelry finished my look and I was ready for the evening.

I love sexy clothes, and always favored skirts over pants, although when working I had found pants to be a very effective deterrent to aggressive male passengers who often couldn't resist trying to feel your legs, or looking up your short uniform skirt.

All too soon there was a knock on the door and Tom was ready to take me to dinner. He came in and took me in his arms and gently kissed me. 

"You are incredible," he said.

"I loved everything about it. And I love you and your friends." I responded.

"Nancy, tomorrow night if you don't have plans, could we spend time together?"

"Oh Tom, I would love that, but I have to make an embarrassing confession. I have a very tender pussy right now, plus my nipples are a little sore, so let me see how things are progressing tomorrow, but yes, I would love to be with you tomorrow night."

"Well we don't necessarily have to do anything, I would just like to be with you."

"Well yes, we do have to do something, you are a marvelous lover and if we are together I want you giving me every kind of attention. I can't imagine being with you and not having you inside me," And I kissed him slowly and pressed myself to him. 

And we went down to dinner.

My green silk clingy dress, which showed my figure off to best advantage, was turning heads as we walked through the lobby and found our way to the restaurant.

Tony and Greg and Jack were already in the dining room. They had taken a U shaped booth and given me the center spot so four very handsome men surrounded me. 

"I don't know how Tom ever found you, but you are every man's dream." Jack complimented me after we all settled in.

Suddenly I felt a little troubled as something I just thought about stopped my feeling of complacency. Tom was sitting to my left and I leaned over to whisper to him, and he put his head close to me.

"Tom, please tell me that no one took any pictures in your suite?" I asked anxiously.

"Don't worry Nancy, we were very wrapped up in you, and no one did anything that would compromise your trust. Hopefully you still think of us as gentlemen." He replied.

I breathed a big sigh of relief. 

"Is something the matter?" asked Greg.

Tom looked at me and explained what my concern was.

Tony smiled and said, "No, don't worry Nancy, there are no pictures and our lips are sealed, but I would love to have a picture of you in that marvelous bikini."

Filled with relief I promised Tony that tomorrow I would meet him at the pool and pose for him at about 5 pm.. Greg and Jack promised to be there too, cameras in hand. I was thrilled that they wanted my picture. The beauty pageant had taken away any inhibitions I ever had about being in front of a camera. I thought I could pose with the best of them.

Tom placed his hand familiarly on my thigh, and Greg sitting on my other side soon found my other thigh, and we chatted our way through dinner. Several times little compliments came my way to let me know that the previous hours had been a wonderful event in their lives. It certainly was in mine.

"I want to thank you all for the great time I had tonight. At no time was I ever uncomfortable in your company, and you treated me with dignity and respect. I will never forget any of you, and now thanks mostly to you, I am ready to drop. See you in the morning though."

They stood up to let me slide out of the booth, and kissing them all on the cheek I left them and went back to my room. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep. 

Chapter Four 

A Perfect ending of a fantasy.

The days training was over by 2, and Galaxy had booked the par three golf course and those interested could sign up to play. I enjoyed golf, but didn't get to play much. It was one of those things that I thought I might enjoy when I had more time.

Foursomes were selected at random, and as there were more men than girls signed up I found myself the only girl in a foursome. My three companions were quick to assure me that none of them played very well, when I expressed some doubts about keeping up with them. Gary, Kent and Wayne were all new to the management program and had been brought to the meetings to help set up audio, video and a hundred other tasks that meetings always created. We would play as a team and our best scores would be recorded on each hole. 

It should be pointed out here, that Gary, Kent and Wayne were dumbstruck at the beautiful girl that they found was making up their foursome. Her short pleated skirt accented her statuesque body, and her lovely firm breasts straining against her blouse above her slim waist and the seductive curve of her hips. Topping all that was a beautiful face, with green laughing eyes, and a rosebud mouth, all framed with long, lustrous black hair framing her smiling face.

They were all immediately in love. 

Nancy hadn't counted on the wind. 

It was a lovely breeze when we started out about 2:30. but it seemed to gain in force sometime during the first hole. My short red pleated golf skirt was no match for the wind, and I was spending much of my time trying to retain some degree of modesty, as my white high cut panties were showing repeatedly in the wind and quite obvious against the bright red skirt I had chosen to wear. It is very hard to play golf and hold down a blowing skirt. The men were trying unsuccessfully to not stare at me, and I was somewhat embarrassed by my poor attempts to control my skirt. I was very glad that a man staring at me wasn't something I couldn't handle. My exhibitionist side was just what I needed right then, or I would have been miserable. I was putting on the first green, and my skirt decided to climb up my back, and I quickly putted and then pulled it down. By the end of the second hole I had almost given up on modesty. To make matters worse, the fabric was very light, and I wouldn't always know when it was blowing up from my rear end. I could keep some sort of control over the front and that was about it. I just stopped worrying about it.




Nancy Collins, Miss World Bikini



Nancy had no way of knowing that any ability to play golf by her three young friends had disappeared shortly after they had met her. Her sexy beauty had destroyed any concentration they once had. Now the wind was their friend exposing more of Nancy to them in the beautiful roundness of her bottom, and the lushness of her mound crowning those long legs.

I also couldn't help but notice that my playing partners were very watchful of me when I got in and out of the cart. Try as I might to keep my legs together, often I would swing a leg out without thinking, flashing my white panties at them, much to their joy. I was not helping their shot making, as they seemed to be more concerned with looking at me, than playing.

Not only were they enjoying long looks at her when the wind allowed them lots of 'panty peeks', but Nancy had a habit of wiggling her lovely rear end when she was getting ready to hit. Another huge bonus for their hungry eyes was her stance. She would part her legs to steady herself and get ready to swing, and they quickly learned to stand behind her, because as the wind would gently lift her skirt half way up her lovely buttocks, they would get an incredible look at the gusset of her panties, filled with her soft round labia stretching the fabric to it's fullest. Only holding golf towels in front of them saved them from the embarrassment of her seeing their state.

They were approaching the sixth tee, when Don Robinson, the marketing vp, came riding up. 

"I just wanted to make sure that you all are having a good time and taking good care of Nancy." 

"We are." I said. "Although I am afraid my golf leaves a lot to be desired."

"Nancy is a star in the management program, and in a few weeks she will get her first permanent assignment." he told my playing partners. "Pay attention to her. In a couple of years she might be your boss. Plus she just might be the most beautiful girl in the company." 

With that Don drove off leaving us to finish our round.

I was flattered and not a little embarrassed by his well-meant compliments, and tried very hard to play a little better. I had to just give up on trying to control my skirt. The fabric was such a light weight, much of the time I didn't even know it was not giving me proper cover. I couldn't swing a club, or putt with one hand on the club and one trying to hold down my skirt, so the skirt did what it did while I was hitting a ball.

The three young men had all given up too. They were much more interested in feasting their eyes on Nancy's considerable charms than they were on playing. Two of them had taken to taking movies with their I Phones every chance they got. They would be played and replayed that night as they tried to relieve themselves of their desire for this most beautiful girl.

I was glad when the tournament was over. But I accepted their attention to my lower body in good grace and smiled at them often to convince them to know I was having a good time. It wasn't a total lie. Men staring at my physical attributes had always been a turn on for me. and my panties were soaked when I got back to my room. I had been really looking forward to playing golf, and the wind and panty thing had been a little annoying. 

As I got out of the shuttle that took us back to the hotel, it was about 4:30. I had to hurry as I remembered my promise to Jack to pose at the pool at 5. As I walked into the lobby a slightly familiar girl, a pretty redhead, came walking toward me. 

"Nancy, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes . . . I'm sorry you look very familiar but I can't place you."

"I'm Valerie Simpson, I was the no show last night at Tom's little gathering, and I felt badly about not being able to make it. I hope I didn't leave you the only girl there."

"Well, actually you did, but they were all really gentlemen, and we had a nice time together. Tom had said you might be able to make it for dinner."

Valerie gave me a conspiratorial smile. "The truth is, a very dreamy man I met a month ago who skippered us on an international flight, asked me for a date. So I gave Tom an excuse, and I am glad. We had a wonderful time, and I am seeing him again tonight."

"Well, I hope you had as great a time as I did, and have fun tonight." 

I hurried to my room and having promised Jack to wear the pale yellow bikini again, I quickly showered, ran a comb through my hair, put on the bikini and a wrap, slipped into my highest heels, and hurried to the pool, only a few minutes late. Jack and Greg and Tony were there waiting for me.

"You look, well . . .Wow comes to mind." Laughed Jack. Greg and Tony were beaming.

"Where shall we do this?" Jack asked.

"Lets go over in front of that floral area with the palms." I suggested.

My experience in the Miss Nebraska pageant had made me very comfortable posing in front of a camera. Most people don't realize that long before you go out onto the stage in a gown or bathing suit, there are several hours of posing for various publications during the daylight hours preceding he pageant itself. Coaches help you to be comfortable and teach you to pose and that really alleviates any awkwardness, or nervousness that one might feel.

So I was quite comfortable dropping my wrap and posing for my friends. Jack had what looked like an expensive digital camera, while Greg and Tony were using their phones. They especially liked it when I posed with my back turned to them and my head and upper torso turned back to their viewfinders. They must have taken twenty shots of my behind. We had been busy for only about 30 seconds when this little man came up to Jack and said, 

"May I take a picture of your lovely lady?"

Jack looked at him very seriously and said, "I'm afraid she is not my lovely lady, she is Rita Gilberto, she is from Brazil, and holds the title of Miss World Bikini. Oh, and she doesn't speak much English, but I don't think she would mind you taking pictures." 

I burst out laughing at Jack's outrageous tale, as he turned and winked at me raising his camera to his eye. The little man waved his camera at me and pointed to it, and I flashed him my biggest smile and nodded my head. I couldn't resist putting my hands on my hips and thrusting my breasts out toward him with my full nipples barely covered by their little scraps of cloth. He was so nervous that he couldn't hold his camera steady.

These goings on had attracted a small crowd of guys, young and old, holding cell phones and cameras, taking what must have been countless pictures of someone they fondly now imagined was Miss World Bikini. Our little private session had become a public event that had lasted half an hour, until I picked up my wrap and covered up to a chorus of moans. Non-stop posing is hard work. Especially in 6" heels.

We took a shaded table by the pool and ordered drinks and chatted away until it was time to think about dinner. Jack told me that Tom had a meeting with the senior pilots, and couldn't make the pool session, but that copies of the pictures were expected. I didn't mention that I was meeting Tom later.

I had agreed to go to dinner with Tom that night. Even though I was still a little tender, things were much better. My breasts were no longer touchy, and when I showered I was still a little tender between my legs, but much, much less sore than this morning.

Tom sat next to me in the booth so we could kiss and touch while we enjoyed our dinner. I had worn a mini dress, so he didn't even have to put his hand under my dress to caress my legs, and thinking I might still not be ready he made no attempt to explore further. There was only one awkward moment when our waiter presented the check, and he looked at Tom and said,

" You have a very beautiful daughter sir."

Tom smiled graciously. 

To ease the moment I put my hand high on Tom's thigh and said, "and I have a very handsome 'daddy' who I fondly hope is going to take me upstairs and strip me."

We spent the night in his lovely suite. And we made love. I wanted him, and just asked him to be gentle. He responded perfectly by choosing to kiss me for some time as I lay in that huge bed. I love to be kissed and felt like I could do it for hours with the right man. Eventually he began moving down, kissing my body until he was kissing my mound and tonguing the top of my slit. I opened my legs to him, and he was incredibly gentle exploring me. Kissing me gently all over, and very sensuously moving the tip of his tongue against the tip of my clit. God he knew exactly how to drive me crazy. I knew I wanted him inside me even if it hurt. But it didn't. I was so ready for him, so hot and wet and slippery, and I told him I wanted him. He was very careful as he entered me, and I only felt a slight discomfort that quickly went away as he gave me a very gentle, and slow fucking. Being slow stroked is lovely and very relaxing and perfect after an intense orgasm.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Tom was up and had made coffee when I woke up to the sun streaming through the huge window that overlooked the pool. I sat up in bed, covering my breasts with the sheet. He pulled the sheet down and bent over me to kiss one nipple and then the other. Then he handed me a cup and I didn't bother to pull the sheet up again. 

With a big smile he asked me if I would like to have my back washed in the shower, and in answer I hopped naked out of bed and went into the large bathroom with it's equally large shower, and Tom dropped his terry robe and proceeded to give me the wet soapy sponge treatment. There was a porcelain bench built into the shower and I pushed Tom down on it and kneeling on the bath mat I took him in my mouth. I loved sucking and kissing his cock, while the water massaged my back, and I wanted him to come which he quickly did. I managed to avoid most of his juice and massaged his shaft until he was spent. 

"Nancy, you are incredible. Every man's dream. You are beautiful, sexy, and with one of the sweetest dispositions. There are men who would kill for you, and I think I am one of them."

"Well I'll give you a hit list." I giggled.

It was getting a little late and I had to hurry to my room to dress for the days training sessions. This was our second day of two and I was enjoying the company of my friends and coworkers throughout the day.

Tom found me during a coffee break in the afternoon session. 

"Nancy, I don't have much time but I wanted to let you know that Greg, Tony and Jack would love to see you again. It's our last night here. What do you think, would you like to get together again?"

I hesitated and looked at him. "Tom, I know what they want, and I am so afraid that they think I am just a slut after what happened the other night, if I do agree, I think I am admitting to them that I am, and I'm not. I am afraid of sending a wrong signal. Nothing like that ever happened to me before. I just don't know what to tell you."

"They know, and I know, that you a smart and beautiful woman, and you know I would marry you this afternoon if you were willing, but you have been very clear about that. I am even a little jealous about you, and I don't think of myself as the jealous type. They don't think that of you, honestly. Like me they are in awe of how much beauty can be concentrated in one woman. Not one of them has made any comment about you that wasn't really something you would like to hear. But I understand, and if you want to come by you would delight all of us. And if you don't it will be our loss."

With that Tom gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and walked quickly back to his meeting room.

The remaining two hours of training were something of a blur to me, as I debated in my mind what to do. Should I go or not. I was gambling my reputation and my career on my desire to repeat what had been a really wonderful, thrilling two extremely erotic and fulfilling hours. I couldn't be sure that it would remain a secret, despite their promises. I struggled with it until shortly before six when I knew I had to make a decision. My weakness for some great sex wore down my judgment. I decided that I should take them at their word and put my trust in four men who I deep down really believed that they would keep their promise of discretion.

I dressed seductively on purpose. I wanted a different feel tonight though, as I was feeling s little raunchy. I didn't know what might happen two nights ago. Tonight I had no doubt. 

I chose a dress that stopped just a little below my mound. It was a halter dress with snaps that closed at the back of my neck with exposed sides and a low neckline. It was so short that if I raised my arms my panties showed. The dress was very clingy, a soft jersey material that felt great against my body. It was a dress that was not designed for the wearer to sit down. No bra, no stockings, no garter belt, only a pair of see through flesh colored panties that were cut high on my hips. They complimented my light tan colored dress, as did the white high heel open toe sling backs.

I dabbed a little Chanel on my ears, wrists and thighs. I put on my gold belt and looked in the mirror. Well I couldn't wear the belt. Cinching in my dress at the waist shortened the skirt to expose my flesh colored scanties. Taking off the belt dropped the dress down to a more modest level. I had nice legs, and the short dress, made them look even longer. I had been told once that I had legs like a 'racehorse'. I took it as a compliment. 

Lipstick, comb and room key in the little purse and I headed down for Tom's suite. Walking down the hall I felt quite naked. I know my dress and panties barely weighed more than a couple of ounces. I hoped my lovely men would approve. 

Tom answered the door, gave me a quick kiss, and said. "I was afraid you wouldn't come."

I gave him my best smile and replied, "I almost didn't, but I had an eleventh hour change of heart. Anyway, here I am."

I walked into the room and Greg, Tony and Jack all came forward and kissed me and hugged me in turn. Tony told me that I looked 'incredible.' The looks on the others faces told me the same thing.

"Nancy, I put some pictures on the table. Would you autograph them for us?" Asked Jack.

I walked over to the table. Spread out were several large blowups of me posing for them by the pool. Each photograph sported the caption, Miss Bikini World. I gasped a little. Even I knew they were 'hot'. Photographs really do bare all, and as revealing as I knew my bikini was, I was shocked to see how really revealing it was, even more than I knew.

There were two shots, and they were both really good in that the lighting was perfect, the colors rich, and the composition excellent. The shot taken behind me made me look nude as there was virtually no back to my bikini bottom As the top only covered a small area of my breast, the shot from the back also showed the side of what appeared to be a totally nude breast as photo angle didn't extend to my nipple. The strings holding the top of my bikini were invisible, covered by my hair which was flowing down my back.

I was pretty much 98 percent nude from the back, and wearing very high spiked heels, the total effect was very sexy and provocative. 

The picture in the front, if you looked carefully, exposed a tiny line of black pubic hair showing at the sides of the little fabric triangle. That I didn't expect, because I didn't think it showed. And my nipples were quite distinct pressing through the pale yellow fabric. 

"Oh my god, I am thinking about how many men were taking pictures of me. There must be hundreds of photos of me practically naked in public." I gasped. 

Greg laughed and said, "Hey, we are all congratulating the photographer on a great shoot and you were gorgeous, and you made a lot of guys very happy yesterday."

"I'm not sure Galaxy Airlines would be happy." I sighed, "Jack they are great pictures, and I want one of each. But someone please get me a glass of wine while I sign them and come back to earth." 

As I signed them even I had to admit that if Jack's idea was to make them as sexy as he could, he had certainly succeeded. 

Tom handed me a glass of wine as I sat down conscious of the shortness of my dress and the fact that it was physically impossible for my panties not to show. but I solved that by holding my purse in my lap. Crossing my bare legs, which showed my entire leg to my hip, I sipped on the wine.

"There is something I would like to say." I paused gathering my thoughts. " I want you to know that I really struggled with whether I should be here with you again. . . you see, for a long time I have had this fantasy about how it would be to have two handsome men make love to me. That's all it was, a fantasy, which I recognized, would probably never happen. Then when Tom invited me to join you two nights ago, I thought it was a simple company get together for his friends. When I turned out to be the only girl my instinct was to get away as quickly as possible. When you asked me to stay, and I made myself believe that you really did mean it, I immediately thought about my fantasy. I felt I was on dangerous ground, but then I knew that Tom wouldn't let anything go too far wrong. Plus, I know all of you personally or by reputation, and Jack was the only one I really had never got to know. But all my co-workers give Jack high marks, for running a 'happy airplane'. Believe me, that speaks torrents for you." 

I paused and sipped a little wine. There wasn't a sound except for some quiet instrumental music playing in the background.

I continued, "There had only been two men in my life until two nights ago. I had a lover at the university, and I loved him. We were together for three years. He wanted to pursue a career in Foreign Service, volunteered for the Peace Corps and went to Bolivia. One day I hope that we can meet again. I chose to join Galaxy. Then almost two and a half years ago, Tom and I were both stuck with a three-day layover due to aircraft problems. We had dinner together and hit it off immediately. It was one of the best weekends of my life. Two nights ago, three more men came into my life. You treated me with tenderness and respect, and gave me more pleasure than any fantasy ever did. It was more wonderful than I can put into words. I closed my eyes throughout the entire time because I didn't want to know who was taking me, or touching me. That has all changed now. I feel I know you much better as individuals and I love each of you." 

I paused. " In a few weeks I will be through the management-training program, and receive my first permanent posting. I have worked toward that goal for five years . . . Any one of you could destroy that with a few words. But I trust you with my reputation and my heart, as I trusted you with my body. I'm really sorry that I made you listen to this, but I want you to know that tonight, but for all those reasons, I would like to make love to you individually, so I can look at you and experience you as the lovely men that you are, and before that, I would love to dance with each of you for just a few minutes, to feel you hold me in your arms."

I had been sitting on the front of the couch as I spoke to them. Now I relaxed and sat back, and sipping wine I waited for their reaction. 

Tony stood up. "Nancy, may I have this dance."

We moved to an open space in front of the window. I put my arms around his neck and moved close to him, his arms around my waist. With my arms around Tony's neck I knew my skirt was now well above my legs, but it didn't matter anymore. Tony kissed me, and we held it for a long time as we slowly moved on that tiny dance floor, our bodies pressed together.

I heard Greg say, "May I cut in." Tony stepped aside and I smiled as Greg pulled me gently to him. Putting my arms around his neck, I offered my lips, and Greg kissed me softly. I could have kissed Greg all night, he was so good at it. He made me melt.




Nancy Collins, Miss World Bikini



Soon it was Jack's turn. My favorite photographer, who had promoted me from Miss Bikini to Miss World Bikini. Jack held me close as I kissed him, and his hands dropped to my bottom and pulled me to him. Kissing Jack as he gently teased and stroked my bottom. I closed my eyes and thought about how lucky I was. 

Then it was darling Tom, who held me and kissed me as we moved around the floor, taking tiny steps as he gently rubbed my bare back as we danced. 

Finally Tom stepped away. 

I stood in front of them and asked Tom to unzip my dress. It fell slowly to the floor clinging to my breasts for a brief second before it dropped, leaving me in my flesh colored transparent panties and high heels. My nipples were erect and my high heels were pushing my mound forward. I stepped out of my dress, turned and did a little circle walk before holding out my hand to Greg, who was closest to me. He stood up and I led him into the bedroom closing the double doors behind us.

Greg had a wonderfully thick cock, and I wanted to be on top so I could ride him and control my movements on his lovely shaft. When I am being thrilled, I tend to get vocal, and I am sure that sounds of my lovemaking were heard in the next room, Greg certainly brought some cries of joy from me, as did the others.

What they did when they weren't in the bedroom giving me pleasure, I will never know, but I was so glad that I had asked them to love me individually. They were all so very different and all so very virile in their lovemaking. I did discover who had slipped his finger into my anus two nights before though, because he did it to me as he was gently sliding in and out of my vagina. He had spread my bottom wide as he was stroking inside me, and lubricating his finger he slipped it in my bottom and he finger fucked me in my anus, and fucked my vagina at the same time. Tony was a very experienced lover. I must admit I loved it, and wondered if one could actually be entered there.

I took a quick shower between lovers. Then I would walk out naked except for my high heels and lead my next lover back into the bedroom. I loved wearing high heels because I was conscious of the way they made me look and improved my posture.

I discovered that Jack liked to be sucked, but he also teased and tantalized be for a long time before asking me to take him in my mouth. Then he liked to get his head between my legs and explore me with his tongue, so we had a very hot session as we both did what we liked to do. His head between my thighs and I taking his very erect member, until he quickly turned and entered me and brought me to orgasm.

I have often heard from some women acquaintances that reaching orgasm was a rare thing for them. That certainly didn't apply to me. All of my lovers that night made me quiver and wriggle and writhe and squirm with joy. And I lost count of how many times they convulsed me in waves of pleasure. 

Finally it was over. I was almost sad as I took my last shower. I was a little surprised at my ability to love four men, one after the other.

Someone had brought my dress into the bedroom, so when I walked back into the living room, I was dressed in my mini dress and heels. No panties though. I had been forced to rinse them again as a result of our sensual dancing, and they were wrapped in tissues in my purse. 

We had a last drink together. Tomorrow we would all be headed off in different directions, following different lives. I stood and they stood. One by one I kissed them good-bye, I with my arms around their necks, they cupping my bare bottom.

I was almost at the door when Tony called, 

"Nancy, could you show us those gorgeous legs one more time."

I turned back to face them and slowly pulled up the skirt of my dress up to my waist and above my navel, and turned around slowly, twice, giving them the full treatment. Then I blew them a kiss, dropped my skirt and walked out of the door. 

The End



A Fantasy Comes True

The story of lovely young Nancy Collins who found a way to live her fantasy.

I was twelve years old when my mother decided that it was time for her to give me 'the talk'. She had good reason.

It all happened one sunny summer afternoon when my friend and next door neighbor Billy, who was also twelve, was over at my house. We were playing a game of hearts. I really liked Billy and I was also getting very curious about my body which was developing from being a little girl to being a 'big girl'. My breasts were growing and I was developing more curves. I was also beginning to notice that boys in school were noticing me.

"Would you like to kiss me Billy?" I asked.

Billy looked at me with wide open eyes. 

"I guess." Billy was at the stage that kissing was yucky.

I pouted my lips and offered them to him and we had a little kiss. "Let's do it again but make it last longer." I said.

So we kissed again, but Billy was hopeless.

That's when my mom came into the room.

"I think it's time for you to go home Billy." Mom said.

Billy gasped, "Oh, yes, OK." He stammered, and relieved he dashed madly out of the house.

"Nancy, why did you let him kiss you like that?" said Mom.

"Oh mom, don't blame Billy, I asked him to kiss me, and that was my fault. I was really curious about what it would feel like."

My mother smiled. "Well, did you like it?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

I blushed. "I liked it very much, in fact I made him kiss me twice, but I don't think he liked it very much."

Mom shook her head and smiling said, "Then we need to have a little talk."

I have never forgotten what she told me that afternoon. She said it was OK to be curious and that there were a lot of wonderful things that a girl could share with boys. She told me that I was a very lovely young girl and that there would be a lot of boys who would want to date me. We had already had the birds and bees talk but this one was about the practical things. Mom wanted me to learn how to control situations that I would find myself in.

"Sex is a wonderful thing, and it will give you a lot of pleasure, but you must recognize that a young girl who gives in too easily can very well find herself pregnant, spoil her chances for a life that will give her a much better chance of growing up, and being very happy when she finds the right man, who will love her and share a good life with her."

We talked about a lot of things that afternoon and she answered all of my questions. I was soon to realize that her open approach to me was just what I needed. Now it was a matter for time and experience to teach me the rest. 

Poor Billy was very shy toward me in the next few days, and was afraid that he had done something really wrong, but my mom was great with him and went out of her way to let him know he was still very welcome at #16 Oak Lane. That wasn't the last time I kissed Billy, but the next time we kissed he was older and liked it a lot more.

By the time I was thirteen, I was much more developed that most of the girls in my grade, and by the time I finished high school I was 5' 6" and had nice long legs, firm breasts, and a beautifully rounded tush. My hair was raven colored and I liked to wear it long. I was asked out for a lot of dates, but resisted any attempts that were made asking me to 'go steady'. Don't get the idea that I was a prude though. If I really liked a boy I would let him 'go farther'. This meant that I would let my breasts be touched and caressed, and sometimes I would even allow a hand to slip under my dress and stroke my thighs. I must admit that there were one or two boys who could get me hot and bothered, and then my thighs would part just enough for them to feel my panties between my legs. But I always stopped it there, even though when I got home my panties would be soaked and I knew I had been very close to letting them strip them off. My mom had told me that when a girl lets a boy take her panties off, she is surrendering to him and whatever he wants to do. So my panties became my last line of defense and I knew exactly where to stop. This became such a thing with me, that it wasn't until I was a 20 year old college girl, I finally let a boy, who got me very 'hot', slip my panties down for the very first time, I had a very big and unexpected orgasm. He was special though and I desperately wanted him to do it. But that's another story. 

I was never reluctant to wear revealing bathing suits at the pool in the summer. I had discovered that I liked being looked at, and it wasn't just boys, men would stare at me as I walked around the pool, or sunned in a chaise. I could feel their eyes on me and it could make me get very warm. It wasn't always the heat of the sun that would make me dive into the water and cool off. I don't think my daddy approved of some of the bikinis I chose to wear, but mom would just shake her head and smile.

"You're driving them all crazy." She once said. "Just be careful."

I was still a virgin when I went off to college. My sex life had never been more than heavy petting, lots of kissing, and sometimes I would allow an exploring hand to go between my thighs. So my mom's advice was working. It didn't bother me that I was still a virgin. It was my choice and not because there hadn't been a lot of opportunities. 

In my sophomore year, my sorority sisters approached me about getting into the Miss Nebraska beauty pageant. They thought I had a real chance and it would be a big feather in the sorority's cap. When they asked me, I was thrilled at the thought of being in that kind of a spotlight, and after talking to my mom on the phone that night, I agreed to enter.

It was a great experience, and one that I have never regretted. I didn't become Miss Nebraska. But I was first runner up, and received a trophy and gifts as the winner of the bathing suit part of the pageant. I loved the whole thing, and was besieged by requests for dates. Holding on to my resistance to go steady, I had my pick of boys, or I suppose they were now young men. There was one special guy though. His name was Chip Hardison. Real name Charles. But he was such a happy guy. Always smiling, and he made me laugh. He was well mannered and I loved his eyes and the way he could make me feel when he smiled at me. I am sure my dad would approve of Chip. I always enjoyed my dates with him because he treated my like a normal date. A lot of dates couldn't get past the 'Miss Bikini' title that I was now stuck with. They became one time dates. 

Chip and I had met in class, so he wasn't a result of my temporary campus fame. He wasn't the most handsome guy, but I liked everything about him. Mostly the way he treated me. And he was very sexy, at least he was to me, although he seemed quite oblivious to the fact that he was very attractive to girls. I think his natural decency and great disposition really set him apart. Anyway, while not wanting to be in a relationship didn't bother him at all. In fact he never mentioned it. We just dated a lot. As healthy young people we enjoyed our moments being alone together, and our kissing became more passionate, and his lovely hands, with their long slender fingers, began to explore more of me, as our kisses became tongue caresses. Yet he never pressed me, and actually I was the one who was desperate for him to be bolder. Sometimes my nipples would be rock hard as he passed his fingers over my breasts, and sometimes he would slip his hand under the hem of my dress and explore my thighs and the tops of my legs, until finally I couldn't stand it anymore, and one memorable night, in the back seat of his car, when his hand was under my skirt, and our tongues were probing each other, I parted my legs inviting him to invade my most intimate place. Slowly he did, and after rubbing my vulva gently with his lovely fingers, he actually pulled my panties aside so he could slip his finger into my vagina. I had never let anyone do that to me before, and it felt so good, and my body was alive to his touch. "Oh God Chip, please take my panties off." I gasped. I immediately remembered what mom told me about surrendering my panties, and I knew what I had done. 

I thrust myself forward from the waist down to help him, and Chip put his hands, one on each side of my hips, and slowly slipped my panties down over my bottom, and then I closed my legs so that he could slide them all the way down, and they were very wet and sticking to my pussy as he pulled them down. That is when I had my very first and memorable orgasm. I couldn't believe it. I suppose the years of never letting anyone pull my panties down caught up with me, and now a man, was taking off my panties, and that triggered my first great sexual experience. Anticipation, I discovered, is a big part of sex. 

I gasped and clung to him as my body was racked with pleasure, and he paused and kissed me, before sliding them on down. I raised my knees and let him pull them over my feet. Freed of my panties, I opened my legs and kissed him, putting my arms around his neck, as his hand returned to that magical place between my legs. His explorations quickly found my clitoris and I jerked with pleasure as he touched it. We were both on a learning curve, and so he found that slipping his finger through my slit, he could excite me in many places. I was finding equal pleasure as he explored, gently and slowly, all the many sensitive spots, my pussy lips, my clitoris, my vagina, and soon found that he could slip more than one finger inside me. I was very wet and slipping more fingers into me was easily done. By now I am uninhibited and moving lasciviously against his hand as he unknowingly is turning me into a lust filled body I didn't know existed. Then I almost fainted as the first orgasm of several swept through me, I cried out and clutched him as I experienced pleasures I never could have dreamed of. I was crying as I went limp and hugged him to me. 

"Nancy are you all right, why are you crying?" he asked.

"Oh Chip, I am wonderful, you are wonderful, I have never felt anything so superb, I feel relaxed and fulfilled. You can do that anytime you want too my darling."

I had never felt a man's maleness before, but I didn't want to be just a teaser after the indescribable pleasure he had just given me, so I made myself put my hand at the top of Chip's legs, seeking him, and discovered that he was very hard. Unzipping his pants, I had to extricate his shaft from the opening in his shorts and it sprang out. It was larger and thicker than I expected. I slipped my fingers up and down the length. He gasped and I stroked him until very quickly he whispered, "I'm going to come Terry, don't stop," and suddenly his body jerked and I felt a warm sticky liquid coming all over my hand, and after several seconds he put his hand down to stop my fingers from massaging him any more.

After holding each other quietly and talking we found ourselves laying down in the back seat, out bodies pressed together, and I could feel Chip getting hard again. I put my hand down and slipped his shaft between my legs. 

"Oh Chip, that feels wonderful." I could feel his entire length from my clit to my labia, as his member fit beautifully in my slit. We moved against each other and very quickly I was swept by repeating waves of pleasure as one orgasm was followed by an even better one. I felt Chip's body stiffen, gasping, he came between my pussy lips and then we lay there enjoying the intimate feeling we were sharing as he slowly lost his erection. 

I was so grateful for mom's wise advice. Because of her, I had had a great life so far, and my first real sexual experience had been everything I could have wanted. 

He could have done anything he wanted to me that night, and he didn't know it. I was wondering how long it would be before I wanted him to take me and take my virginity. I knew that it wouldn't be long.

We must have dozed off together, because I was awakened feeling Chip getting hard between my legs. I opened my eyes and Chip was wide awake, he kissed me and I moved my body against him as his now full erection was again slipping between my labia and exciting a very sensitive clit, a little tender but receptive to his movement. We both came again, the feeling of him thrilling me as I felt his warmth spilling between my legs. 

"Oh Chip, this is just lovely, but I think we are making a mess of your back seat."

"It's fine," he responded, "I have some old towels in the trunk, and tissues under the seat, I would love to clean you up though if you will let me."

I nodded yes to him wondering what he meant.

Chip's car was an old Cadillac de Ville that his dad gave to him to take to college. The old sedan was large, allowing us the big back seat that we had just taken advantage of. The front seat was a wide bench, which allowed me to get close to him as he drove. I discovered there were a lot of positive things about big, old, cars. 

Chip reached under the front seat and pulled out a box of Kleenex. Pulling out a handful, he parted my legs and gently began to clean my pussy. It felt heavenly. Too soon he was done and I sat up and we found my panties. Between the towels and the Kleenex we managed to clean up the seat. It was getting close to dawn as we got back to the campus. We kissed and he drove off as I went into the dorm. 

The next few days, all I could think about was the wonderful feelings Chip had aroused in me in the back seat of his marvelous old car. Even more I was thinking about losing my virginity to Chip. By Thursday I couldn't wait any longer, and when he called to see if I wanted to go out on Saturday night, I promised him that it would be a very special night. My mother had insisted that I take 'the pill', but I never had. But starting on Friday I took my first pill. I was a 21-year-old virgin, but I didn't intend to be one much longer.

I dressed for the occasion. I wore an almost transparent blouse, a very transparent bra, and some almost nothing panties that hid nothing and revealed much. Add to this a short skirt that barely came to my thighs, and some high heels bought specially for the occasion. 

Chip was right on time, and he always got out of the car to let me out, and he always opened the door to let me get in. I had said something to him once about how well mannered he was. He had laughed and said, "don't give my manners all the credit, mostly I love to look at your legs as you get in and out of the car." After that I had found myself getting careless about keeping my knees together, and enjoyed the fact that he got some pleasure from looking up my dress.

When he asked me what I wanted to do that night, I had said, "Let's have a picnic. We'll go down to the river, there won't be anyone around, we can cuddle in the dark, spread a blanket and have a lovely evening together."

Chip had done his part, and as we carried our picnic and a blanket, we were holding hands as we walked. I had taken my heels off to get through the grass, they probably weren't the best choice of shoes, but they went with the way I was dressed and my mood.

"You look beautiful tonight Nancy, but you always do, and yet tonight you seem to be glowing."

I was glowing, and I was full of, well the only word that comes to mind was lust. 

"Kiss me please Chip"

He gently pulled me to him and we kissed exploring each other with our tongues. With the scantiness of my clothing, plus he was wearing light summer weight slacks and a cotton shirt, we were very much aware of the touch of our bodies. Soon we were lying on the blanket. My skirt was up around my hips, and I wasn't even thinking about pulling it down. I pressed against him and I whispered to him, "Chip, I want you inside me." 

"Are you sure Nancy, really sure?"

"Chip, kiss me and do whatever you want to me, because that is what I want tonight. I want you to take my virginity."