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The Dress

By: Crew Cut



Jelena, I bet you just didn't know how surprised you looked when I walked into that shop! I knew you were working there. Your mother had told mine, and she told me when I went home for Easter. The way that word gets round in home towns. A lovely job, my mum said. You were training to become chief buyer for the whole chain. In the meantime, there you were, selling formal wear for party gals.

I was paid that day and I thought what better way to celebrate the first week in a permanent job than really splash out on an outfit for my best friend's wedding. Oh, I see, you thought I went there to seek YOU out? "You're so vain, and you prob'ly think this story's about you"! You are right!

You didn't even acknowledge you knew me when I walked in. "Can I help you?" you asked. Professionally, cool, but that look on your face betrayed you.

"I need a rather special outfit, I'm going to a party Saturday night" I answered.

Then your eyes twinkled and said "You've come to the right place then."

You, helping me! After all that had happened 5 years ago. Yeah, you helped YOURSELF that time, babe. Helped yourself to Steve Saunderson, my steady of 2 years! Snatched him from right off my arm the week before our graduation formal. "Bitch" I called you. Did you fuck him? Hey? You dirty slut I said to you in the corridor, didn't I!

So what were you doing here smiling at me. What was I doing coming in here? Before I could retreat, you were steering me towards some racks of clothes. I let you select some, I chose two myself, and then I followed you into the change room. "You need any help, just call", you invited, as you hung them on the peg.

The ones I had chosen I dismissed immediately. I hadn't even looked at them as I picked them up. Because, Jelena, my eyes were all for you! God, do you know what you did for me right then? What had happened to your hair since school? This store must be pretty cool to employ shaven-headed women with a tongue stud. When had the ponytail been shorn? How often did you have to clipper your hair to keep it 1/8 inch all over?

I shrugged off my jeans and sweatshirt. I picked up the first dress you had selected. Deep burgundy, a clinging jersey fabric. I stepped into it and discovered I wouldn't be able to fasten the 35 pearl buttons down the back, from below the shoulder blades, where the deep "v" of the back of the dress finished, to just above my ass crack. Ok, ok, ok. I steadied myself and buzzed. You took your time getting there, is all I can say.

You entered and stood there, that enigmatic, slightly frowning, smile appraising me. Without a word, you stood behind me and unhooked my bra. "You will find", you said, "you can't wear underwear with this dress. Any panties or bra will ruin the line. Stretch fabrics are unforgiving."

You pulled the dress down from my shoulders and reached round to remove my bra. As you did, my nipples hardened and you brushed lightly against them. Did your palms actually touch them, or was there merely a magnetic reaction from me? I closed my eyes, tried to remain steady on my feet. The bra was off. You pushed up the shoulder fabric of the dress and then pulled the long skirt up to my hips. Before I could take a breath, your hands were in my panties, removing them. Your hands lingered on my butt cheeks, just a moment longer than I could retain composed. I perceived a growing dampness between my legs.

After removing my underwear you fastened the buttons, lingering over those closest to my ass, tickling my flesh as you pulled the buttons through the eyes. Only then did you turn me round to face you. You ran your hands over the fabric, smoothing it across my breasts, tummy and pussy. It clung to my pussy. You could just perceive the mound of venus. You stroked across the fabric several times, smoothing any minute tucks of cloth. You pinched my nipples, made the nipple ring in my left nipple stand out, and declared "A dress like this is meant to display your assets."

Jeez, I blushed then, and turned my head away.

"I forgot to ask what kind of party you are going to. Perhaps this dress is unsuitable?" you asked. I said it was for the wedding of a close friend. I kinda thought it was a bit raunchy for a wedding, but I LOVED it. "Oh, a wedding! What will your partner be wearing?" I replied "It was to be a hired tux, but my partner has been called away on business and can no longer go with me!"

"Oh, dear" you said, "a lonely belle at the ball". I hated you saying that. Were you referring to the school formal those years ago? But, I looked at you and you didn't seem to be taking any malicious delight in that statement.

"It's fine, I said". And then I found myself saying "No matter, we are breaking up anyway. Work has come between us, and we basically live in different cities. "

"How are you going to wear your hair?", you asked? I said I had an appointment with the in-store hair stylist next. You said, "It's my break now, I'll go with you and we can find a style that matches the dress." I climbed back into jeans and sweatshirt, but left my underwear off. Truth to tell, I couldn't FIND it! Had you accidentally picked it up when you took the other dresses back out?

We sat together looking at the books of styles. I had long hair, a mousy brown colour, and messy. It was a layered cut that had grown out and was merely straggly. Jennifer Aniston hair takes ages to keep looking good, and I never paid that much attention to my hair! I was ready for a change. I rejected the book of long styles and started leafing through the short ones. VERY short ones. "Oh,you like these do you?" I started to say I was attracted to the shaved look like her, and almost extended my hand to touch it, when you held up a picture and said "This one!" - with such certainty that I merely nodded assent.

After shampooing I sat in the stylists's chair. You introduced me to her, and mentioned that you often worked together to help a client achieve the best look for a particular outfit or purpose. She mixed the dye and after an hour I had deep, chestnut brown hair. The perfect shade to set off the burgundy dress. I noticed that you were paying meticulous attention to every detail. The stylist then picked up the clippers and I heard them pop into life. You stood, came close and took over completely - instructing the stylist what to do! First I was shorn bare on the nape. The stylist pushed my head down onto my chest - a chest with two breasts with extremely hard nipples. I felt the clipper hum and bite at the neck, and felt tresses of hair falling onto my shoulders, sliding down my body onto the floor and resting on my lap. I sneaked a look and saw the clippers working around my ears. They left no sideburns other than the naturally occurring outline of hair on the hairline.

She stopped and changed guards on the clippers and graded the hair into the crown and top of my head, and at the front it was slicked down with gel to form a wet little-boy look. It looked great, and complemented effectively the boldness of the dress. I could don a tux and achieve a switch to butch! Just as I like. Keep 'em guessing, I always think!

You smiled enigmatically, and thanked the stylist.

Time to go back and try on the dress to see the overall effect. This time you stayed while I undressed. You watched as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. You watched as I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them. You watched as I raised my arms above my head, thrusting my tits, nipples hard as rocks, outwards, in order to pull the dress over my head.

You went through the same routine as before, except this time you lingered on the crack of my ass with the tip of your finger. Traced it up and down and hooked it slightly underneath towards my pussy slit. But then you were again at the front, pulling where it had bunched between my legs, out from my crotch. Holding your hand against my cunt. You reached inside the front and fondled my tits into place. I was a quivering heap of lust, but you were not staying long enough in any place to fulfil any potential. You were, in short, teasing me! As I said, you always were a whore!

Suddenly you leant over and pressed a button above the door. Almost immediately the stylist from the salon appeared, clasping a pair of manual hair clippers! You said to me "I am afraid that for this dress to achieve its fullest potential, we must make a small adjustment to the way it falls around your mound. I assure you it will complement the effect perfectly." I gasped, but by now was mesmerised by your words, helplessly in your control.

You pulled the dress back over my head so I was standing there naked. With that you pushed back the wall between the fitting room and another room. You lead me to a tilted chair, and positioned me in it so my cunt was fully exposed. Still dispassionately, without a flicker of emotion, you indicated to the stylist to begin. She ran her clippers firmly but carefully across the hair on my mound, trimming it close, but not bare. She tidied up the bikini line and ensured there were no stray hairs where my legs met my thighs. In one area, right near my wet vaginal entrance she left the longest tendril of pubic hair. Into these she wove glass beads and extensions! On the end of the longest extension she threaded a cluster of beads.

The stylist left, and once again I was alone with you! I turned my head away slightly, and as I did, you plunged the bead cluster into my hole! The smaller beads glinted around the entrance. You then pulled me to my feet. As I walked, I could hear the faint "clack, clack" of the small beads as they came together. And of course I could feel the larger cluster inside my cunt. My clit was aching to be stroked, but all stimulation was tantalizingly, excrutiatingly just out of range.

I was shocked, but absolutely delighted.

I paid and left, and you, you slut, never acknowledged that you knew me. "Have a great party. I hope the couple are very happy."

******************

Saturday night and I was dressed to kill. Anna and Christine declared their love for each other in front of us all, and were blessed by wicca, bestowed by Shantilla. Christine had been my roomie at college. Anna's cousin led the toasts. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She wore a tailored suit of spun silk. Draped trousers, and jacket. Underneath she wore a skintight burgundy jersey top with a plunging neckline that allowed her magnificent breasts to be exposed to just below the nipples. In each nipple she wore jewellery that exactly matched the beads woven against my cunt!. Funny how I never knew Anna had a cousin named Jelena!

Anna "introduced" me to you. She'd told you a month ago she knew the "perfect" woman for you. Had told you my name. Hinted at my imminent single status!

We danced, holding each other tight, our tongues exploring each other's mouths hungrily. Your stud scraped across my lips, my inside cheeks. You were so adept at curling the hard metal away from my flesh as you kissed my eyelids. By now, hot, you had shrugged off your jacket, and your breasts pressed against mine. My nipple ring made an impression right through to your top! You "smoothed" my dress across my ass as you held me on the dance floor. My thighs were wet with juice; the juice mingled with the beads and hair, and the cluster was barely large enough to stay in my expanding, throbbing cunt. Eventually it dropped out with a loud "clack" and you took that as your cue.

The party was held at a city hotel. We left for my room together after farewelling the love-declared couple on their holiday to Lesbos. The other women all watched, smiling, as we left, hand in hand.

As I turned the key in my door, I whispered "Slut!" in your ear, and you smiled, then laughed, so openly and joyously that I pulled you immediately onto the bed. We tore each other's clothes off, and entwined our bodies in the ecstasy of passion. Our hands were on and in each other, our mouths bruising lips, sucking nipples, flicking clits and making cum. I sat on your face and gyrated my hips as your tongue pressed flat and thick along my clit and slit, and then deeply, firmly, in and out my cunt. Your index finger fucked my ass and I screamed my orgasm. You rolled me over on to all fours and banged me with your magic dildo. Oh beautiful girlcock, fucking a receptive slippery and wet hole, pulsing with pleasure. I lay under you as you licked my cunt, and I reciprocated simultaneously, all over your pleasure spots.

I woke you a few hours later, after we had drifted into a sleep of contentment. You said noone had ever woken you by gently , then insistently, tongue massaging your clit to orgasm.

Anna and Christine didn't dare believe they would be hosting our commitment ceremony the following summer, but when you told me that you only "stole" Steve on the eve of the high school formal so that I wouldn't spend my last days in town fucking him, I melted all over again.

Until then you didn't know I loved you all along. I never guessed you felt as I did. I never fucked a boy at all. Sure, I had girlfriends at college, but when my mother told me you worked not one block from where I now live, I took a chance. My love. Forever.

The Dress



My friend Crystal and I were going to a bar one evening. When Crystal arrived at my apartment, she was wearing a new dress. It was dark blue, strapless and very short. The dress had elastic around the top holding it up and when she bent over, the lower half of her white panties were exposed.

I immediately pointed out, "Do you realize that half of your ass is showing?"

Crystal replied, "What's the big deal? I'm wearing panties!"

I said, "Well we're going out in public tonight. Can't you at least lower it a little?"

Crystal rolled her eyes and then she pulled on the hem of her dress. She kept sliding her dress down until the top of her silver dollar sized nipples were showing. After that she leaned forward and her big boobs tumbled out.

Crystal declared, "Either my panties or my tits are gonna show so I'm gonna hide my tits!"

Then Crystal handed me something bagged on a hanger and said, "Here Mindy, I bought this dress, but my tits and ass hang out so it should fit you."

I said, "If your tits and ass hang out, then I'm surprised you're not wearing it."

Crystal said, "I would, but with my big boobs I can barely button the dress. However, you shouldn't have any trouble getting into it."

I took the dress and sarcastically said, "Ha, ha. Small tit jokes...always funny."

Crystal and I are both a little over five feet tall, but her breasts and butt are bigger than mine are. Since the dress was too snug on Crystal, she thought it would fit me perfectly. I hadn't finished getting dressed yet and I was still in my underwear so I slipped the dress on.

The dress was off-white with a colorful floral print. It had short sleeves and buttons all the way down the front. The dress also had large armholes.

Crystal looked at me and said, "You can't wear a bra with that dress because it shows under your arms."

I removed my bra, and then I buttoned the dress.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I said, "There's no way I can wear this dress without a bra. If I lean forward, the dress falls away from my chest and you can see my boobs from the sides. You can even see my nipples! Why would you buy a dress with such big arm holes?"

Crystal replied, "Because you can see my boobs from the sides!"

There was no arguing with that logic. She convinced me to wear the dress and like Crystal, my white panties also showed if I bent over. However, my white panties were not as noticeable under my off-white dress as Crystal's stark white panties were under her dark blue dress.

As I checked myself out in the mirror, I said, "Thanks for the dress, Crystal. It looks great, but I'm worried about these buttons. They don't feel as secure as they should."

Crystal said, "Oh I probably loosened up the buttons when I squeezed my big tits into the dress. It was a real struggle for me to get into it, but you'll be fine."

I said, "I don't know. These buttons feel like they're about to fall off."

Crystal said, "You have nothing to worry about. Your tits aren't going to put a strain on the buttons like mine did, so I'm sure it won't be a problem."

Crystal was trying to make fun of my breasts with her statement, but I'm not flat. My breasts are only medium sized, but they're full and firm, and I'm able to show some cleavage when I lean forward. I just don't have big melons like Crystal does.

I was still leery about wearing the skimpy dress with the loose buttons in public. Crystal is more of an exhibitionist than I am and the dress was more revealing than what I am used to wearing. The loose buttons just added to my nervousness about wearing such insufficient coverage to a bar.

Crystal drove to the bar and when she parked her car, some random guys just happened to walk by. The guys stopped and one of them opened the car door for me. Having two guys standing there waiting for me to exit the car made me nervous because I knew that I wouldn't be able to get out of the car without spreading my legs.

As I exited the car I tried to step out quickly, but I was unable to prevent the guys from getting a clear view of my white panties. It was really embarrassing because the car lights illuminated my auburn pussy hair under the veil thin material. My pussy was neatly trimmed, but it still clearly showed through my skimpy panties and both guys got a good look between my legs.

I stood up and immediately straightened my dress to hide my little undies from the guys. Then they ran around to the other side of the car and opened the door for Crystal. She was also forced to spread her legs in order to get out of the car, but Crystal didn't seem to mind. She took her time exiting the car, leaving her panties exposed to the guys much longer than necessary. Crystal wasn't even embarrassed.

With her dress hiked up to her waist, Crystal simply looked at the guys and said, "It's a good thing I wore panties tonight. I usually don't wear anything under my dress!"

Crystal's teasing got a couple of beers and tequila shots out of the guys. The way Crystal was acting, I was confident that we wouldn't have to buy our own drinks all evening. I knew we were also going to get plenty of attention because Crystal becomes really uninhibited when she drinks tequila, and I have to admit that it loosens me up, too.

The guys joined a couple of their friends and they started playing pool. They appeared to be in their mid-twenties and they were no strangers to the gym so Crystal wanted to hang out with them. There was a high table with two tall bar stools overlooking the pool table and the guys asked us if we wanted to sit there.

Crystal accepted, but I said, "We can't climb up on those high stools in these short dresses. The guys will be able to see our panties."

Crystal sternly said, "If you say one more word about your panties, I'm gonna take them away from you," and then she lead me over to the table.

I was as careful as possible when I climbed up onto the stool, but I'm sure the guys got a glimpse of my white panties in the process. There's no doubt that the guys got a look at Crystal's panties when she climbed up onto the stool because she wasn't careful at all. In fact, Crystal's panties were barely covered even after she was seated and it didn't seem to bother her a bit.

As we sat up on the high stools sipping our drinks, the guys tried to sneak peeks between our legs. They weren't even discreet about it. As they leaned forward to take a shot while playing pool, the guys would look over in our direction. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but Crystal would lean over to say something to me and casually spread her legs for a moment. Crystal acted like it was an accident, but I'm sure she knew exactly what she was doing.

After a few shots of tequila, I was beginning to feel at ease about wearing such a skimpy dress in front of the guys and Crystal was definitely feeling no pain. Then the guys challenged us to a game of pool. They bet twenty dollars against our panties, but Crystal refused. The guys kept upping the ante, but Crystal continued to decline the bet. However, the guys could tell that they were wearing Crystal down because she would pause longer after each wager before saying no. Finally the guys put up one-hundred dollars against our panties and we only had to sink three balls to win so Crystal accepted the bet.

I yelped, "Crystal, I don't want to lose my panties. I'm not even sure I can play in this short dress."

Crystal replied, "Quit worrying. It will be the easiest hundred dollars we've ever made."

A guy named Kyle broke to start the game. He was really cute, but I could tell Crystal already had her eye on him. I got a little nervous when Kyle immediately sank two balls, but then he missed and it was my turn to shoot.

Kyle left me an easy shot, but when I bent over I couldn't concentrate on the game. I could feel my short dress rising up in back and I was worried that most of my see-through panties were exposed. I could just picture my butt crack showing under the nearly transparent material and to make things worse, I was also worried that my boobs were on display through the sides of my dress. The dress was cut low under my arms and the dress fell away from my breasts when I leaned forward. I was afraid that the guys could actually see my nipples from the sides.

I was really embarrassed because all of the guys were staring at me. There were also several people outside of our group watching from the bar area, too. One girl even took a few pictures of me with her cell phone. Then, as I was about to shoot the ball, one of the guys lifted the back of my dress with a pool cue allowing the girl to get a picture of my butt. With my skimpy white panties totally exposed to the crowd, I got really nervous and it caused me to miss my shot. My face turned bright red as I quickly jumped up on the bar stool and closed my legs.

The next guy missed his shot and it was now Crystal's turn. Crystal was lucky that her ass wasn't facing the bar because Kyle lifted her dress up twice as she tried to shoot. Crystal quickly turned around both times and told him to stop, but I could tell that she loved the attention Kyle was giving her. Then Crystal leaned forward as if she was really concentrating on the shot and Kyle lifted her skirt with his cue again. However, this time he hooked his cue stick in the waistband of her panties and pushed them all the way down past her butt.

Crystal immediately stood up, looked back and said, "Hey Kyle, you pulled my underwear down!"

Then she lifted the hem of her dress and said, "And you left a chalk mark on my butt. You better clean it off right now!"

I could see a blue chalk mark on Crystal's right butt cheek. Crystal had her back to the wall, but as she held the hem of her short dress up in the air, her bare ass was exposed to Kyle and his buddy. Kyle wasted no time in attending to Crystal's exposed butt.

Kyle quickly grabbed an ice cube out of his drink and rubbed it on the chalk mark, and then he caressed her bare ass with his hand as his friend looked on. The chalk mark was erased quickly, but Kyle continued rubbing Crystal's cute butt and she didn't object at all. That is until Kyle started moving his finger up and down her butt crack.

Crystal giggled, but she pushed her dress down and told Kyle to stop touching her butt. However, she didn't bother to pull up her panties. Crystal's underpants had slipped all the way down to her thighs and when she leaned forward to take her shot, her short dress rode up and half of her bare ass was put on view for the guys to examine.

Of course she missed the shot and the next guy could have run the table, but I think he intentionally missed just to have a chance to watch me bend over again. The guy's name was Mike and he was almost as nice looking as Kyle. I thought he was a decent guy because he didn't try to lift the hem of my dress with his cue stick. However, as I was about to shoot, he dropped the chalk on the floor below me. Mike immediately bent down to get it and in the process he took the liberty of looking right up between my legs. I knew Mike had a clear view of my hairy triangle through my see-through panties and I became so flustered that I missed my shot. Then Kyle ran the table and we lost the game.

Crystal looked at Kyle and said, "Well, you won so I guess you want my panties."

Then Crystal leaned up against the pool table, slowly lifted her dress and said, "Go ahead and take them."

Kyle stammered, "Um, what?"

Crystal replied, "If you want my panties, you'll have to pull them off yourself. Can you handle that or should I get one of your friends to do it?"

As he kneeled down in front of Crystal, Kyle said, "No...no I can do it."

Crystal's panties were already halfway down her thighs so with her dress held up to her waist, Crystal's smooth shaved pussy was completely exposed for Kyle to see. She had her back to the bar, but a couple of guys moved to a spot where they could get a look at Crystal's bare beaver, too. Kyle took his time sliding Crystal's little undies down her legs, and in his kneeling position his face was only inches away from her vagina.

After Kyle pushed Crystal's panties down to her ankles, she lifted one foot out of her underpants. Then Crystal raised the other leg and her panties were dangling from her ankle. At this point, Kyle was still kneeling below Crystal. With her leg in the air, Kyle was treated to an unobstructed view of Crystal's pretty pink pussy lips.

Kyle seemed mesmerized as he carefully studied Crystal's sweet snatch, but Crystal finally broke the silence and asked, "Do you want my panties or not?"

Kyle quickly snapped out of his trance and removed Crystal's little undies from her ankle. The guys laughed because Kyle acted like he'd never seen a pussy before and the big bulge in his pants indicated that he liked what he saw. Crystal repositioned her dress as Kyle stuffed Crystal's underwear into his pocket, and then I started getting nervous because I knew they'd be coming after my panties next.

I hopped up on my bar stool for protection, and then I whispered to Crystal, "I don't think I can give up my panties because this dress is so short."

Crystal moved between my legs and loudly said, "Sorry Mindy...a bet's a bet! Show the boys your pussy."

That statement got all of the guys' attention and embarrassed me to no end. As I began to blush a deep shade of red, Crystal bent over in front of me and slowly slid her fingers up my thighs. The guys quickly gathered around behind her and I was mortified because I thought they were trying to look between my legs. However, the guys were actually looking at Crystal. In her bent over position, Crystal's short dress had ridden up in back, and without panties her bare ass was now on display for all of the guys to enjoy.

As Crystal's hands traveled up my legs, the hem of my dress went up, too. Soon it was all the way up to my belly-button and my underpants were completely exposed to everyone in the bar. I tried to pull my dress down, but Crystal wouldn't let me. Out of fear that Crystal was going to rip my dress, I gave up and left the hem of my dress bunched up above my tight tummy. Crystal hooked her fingers inside the waistband of my panties and I'd never felt more embarrassed in my life because I knew that in a matter of seconds my pussy was going to be on display for everybody to see!

Crystal started pulling my skimpy underpants down so I squeezed my legs together to hide my hairy triangle from the guys. However, a tiny bit of my reddish-brown bush was still showing between my legs. I wanted Crystal to hurry, but she purposely took her time to intensify my humiliation. To make the situation worse, Crystal kept trying to force my legs apart so the guys would be able to see my pussy.

When Crystal finally slid my panties all the way off, I pulled my dress down to hide my hairy triangle from the guys. Unfortunately, at that exact moment Crystal tried to spread my legs apart and the pressure caused the bottom two buttons to pop off of my dress.

I yelped, "Oh no, my dress is falling apart. Quick Crystal, give me back my panties."

Crystal laughed and said, "I can't do that. We lost a bet, remember?"

I replied, "Of course I remember, but my dress wasn't missing any buttons when we made the bet!"

Crystal said, "Sorry, a bet is a bet," and then she stretched my panties out like a sling-shot and fired them at Mike.

Mike missed them and they landed on the floor. Before anyone could react, a waitress picked them up and started to walk off with them. I quickly jumped off my stool, put my hands over my pussy and ran over to the waitress.

I begged, "Could I please have my panties back?"

She looked over at the bar and asked, "Hey guys, this girl lost her panties. Should I give them back?"

The men replied, "Hell no."

I said, "But my dress is falling apart. I really need them."

The waitress grabbed hold of my dress, lifted up the side and said, "You're right. It looks like you're missing a few buttons."

She was pulling on my dress, causing it to separate in front. I fought to hold down the other side, but the left half of my neatly trimmed bush was showing beneath the gaping separation in my dress.

As the men and women in the bar moved forward to get a closer look, I pleaded to the waitress, "Please let go. Everyone is trying to sneak a peek between my legs, and my um...pussy is showing."

The waitress giggled and said, "Yep, that's a shame. I'd be pretty embarrassed if I were you," and then she pulled even harder on my dress.

I felt a couple of pops and without even looking I knew that my evening had just gone from bad to worse. I reached down in front and I could feel that more of me was exposed than before. I looked down and shrieked when I discovered that two more buttons had come off the dress. The separation now went all the way up to my belly-button and that girl at the bar was snapping pictures of me with her cell phone.

The waitress was still holding my dress up and laughing as I placed my hands in front of my pussy and begged, "Can I please have my panties back now? I'm practically naked!"

The waitress said, "You should have thought of that before you came in here. Besides, we're happy when girls lose their clothes. It's good for business."

The waitress finally let go of my dress, and then she dropped my panties into the trashcan. To make sure that I wouldn't go in there after them, the waitress emptied part of a beer into the trashcan, following by the remains of a chicken wing appetizer. My panties, like the buttons on my dress, were gone for good.

I scurried back to my bar stool and tried to hold the dress in front of me, but the dress was too tight. I decided that I was better off just holding my hands over my lap and letting the dress fall to my sides. It was humiliating because there were several guys standing around me and my dress was unbuttoned all the way up to my belly-button, and worst of all I wasn't wearing any panties!

A few seconds later, the waitress came over and said, "The boys at the bar bought you a couple shots of tequila."

Crystal said, "Tell the boys thanks. Tequila calms my friend down. A couple more shots and she'll forget that she's almost naked."

The waitress chuckled and said, "When the boys hear that, they'll keep the shots coming," and then she went back to the bar.

I raised the shot-glass up with my right hand, but I kept my left hand securely between my legs. Crystal and I quickly downed the tequila and in no time, the waitress was back with two more shots. Soon I was feeling more at ease and less self-conscious about my pantiless predicament. I decided that I was safe as long as I remained on the bar stool with a hand between my legs.

The guys went back to playing pool, but their attention was clearly on Crystal and me. Then they asked Crystal and me to play again. Of course I declined, but Crystal offered to team up with Kyle.

As Crystal got up, she put her finger down the front of my dress and said, "I don't blame you for not wanting to play with all these missing buttons."

I begged, "Please Crystal, don't pull on the dress," but of course she didn't listen and the two buttons at the top of my dress went bouncing across the floor.

I glanced down and saw that the first button still attached to the dress was located just below my breasts.

Out of panic, I grabbed Crystal by the arm and said, "We have to leave. Soon there won't be any buttons left on this dress at all."

Crystal said, "Don't worry, you still have these," and then she put her finger between the remaining four buttons.

Unfortunately, the pressure she put on the loose buttons caused them to snap off and bounce onto the floor, too.

Crystal giggled and said, "Oops, sorry. I guess you now know why I gave you a free dress," and then she walked off to grab a pool cue.




The Dress



There were now only two buttons left on my dress. One button was right at my belly-button and the other button was slightly below my breasts. I guess I was getting pretty drunk because had I been sober, I would have run right out of the bar. However, I noticed that Mike kept looking in my direction and for some reason I was beginning to enjoy the attention.

Mike came over and took a seat on the bar stool next to me. The music wasn't extremely loud, but when Mike started talking to me, I pretended that I couldn't hear him. I leaned over towards him and when I did, I could feel the dress fall away from my chest. From his position, Mike was able to look right down my dress and he was able to see my bare breasts, nipples and all!

Mike was good looking and he was actually interesting to talk to. Then Crystal stepped right in front of me to line up her shot. She bent over and put her bare ass right in my face. I smiled at Mike, and then I lifted Crystal's dress so that Mike could see her cute butt.

Crystal called out, "If you're trying to distract me, it won't work."

I said, "If I wanted to distract you, I'd do this," and then I slid my finger up and down between her pretty pink pussy lips.

Somewhat surprised, I said, "Wow Crystal, are you excited? You feel really wet."

Crystal didn't answer me. She just remained bent over, letting me play with her pussy as Mike watched. Then it appeared that she was going to try and take her shot so I pushed my finger inside of her and started moving it back and forth. She let out a big gasp and knocked the cue ball right off the table.

Crystal turned around and said, "See what you make me do. You must be punished," and then she hooked her finger inside the top of my dress.

I begged, "Please don't pop another button off," but Crystal gave the dress a yank and the button went flying.

I said, "Way to go Crystal. Now this dress only has one button left. We have to go home."

She asked, "Why?"

I replied, "Because there's only one button holding this dress together!"

Crystal smiled and the guys and said, "Okay, I'll make you a deal. We'll play a game of pool and if you win, we'll go home. Otherwise we'll stay."

I said, "I can't play in this dress without buttons."

Crystal said, "You mean my dress, remember? That's my dress! You either play pool or I'll take my dress back right now."

I sternly said, "You wouldn't dare!"

Crystal counter, "Oh wouldn't I?"

Then Crystal winked at the guys and reached for the only button still attached to my dress. I backed away from Crystal, but she had me cornered. With no other option, I was forced to play pool so I reached out and grabbed a cue stick.

Everyone was watching as I leaned forward to break. With only one button left on my dress, which was located at my belly-button, there was not much I could do to protect my breasts. In my bent over position, the dress fell away from my chest and the guys could look straight down the front of my dress. They even had a full view of my bare titties and hard nipples through the oversized arm holes from the side, too. Taking the shot caused my boobs to bounce, which only added to the crowd's delight.

I put two balls in on the break and left myself an easy third shot. Unfortunately, nothing is easy when a crowd of people are gawking at your nearly naked body. There were guys gazing down the front of my dress and through the arm holes to get a look at my bare breasts and pink nipples. Half of my butt was also on display and my hairy triangle was showing through the gap in the front of my dress. That brazen girl from the bar even stood across from me snapping pictures with her cell phone. The pictures were probably posted on the Internet before I even finished taking my shot. After sinking three balls, it was finally Crystal's turn to shoot.

When Crystal leaned over to take her shot, the girl from the bar said, "Wow, I gotta get a picture of that ass!"

Crystal heard the girl and immediately stood up. She began pulling down on her dress until the tops of her silver dollar sized nipples came into view. Everyone thought Crystal had a sudden case of modesty and was trying to hide her bare ass from the crowd, but I knew what was about to happen. When Crystal leaned forward and took her shot, her boobs tumbled right out of her dress. Suddenly the focus was off of me and everyone was staring at Crystal's big beautiful breasts.

Crystal put an arm across her chest and called out, "Oh no, my tits are showing," but not before that girl from the bar got a picture of Crystal's heavy boobs wobbling in front of her.

Crystal went on to sink four more balls and pressure was mounting. The game went on for a while with plenty of breasts, butts and beavers on display, but soon it was down to just one ball left on the table. As Crystal leaned forward to take her shot, I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled down hard. Crystal's dress slid over her big boobs and quickly dropped all the way to the floor, leaving Crystal stark naked in the middle of a crowded bar.

Crystal put her hands over her face, as if she was totally embarrassed, but she was in no hurry to hide her firm round melons, soft pink nipples and shaved beaver from the crowd. It wasn't until after she pulled her dress up that Crystal finally discovered she had lost by scratching on the eight ball shot. I had won the game, but it appeared as though it was going to be difficult to pry Crystal away from her adoring fans.

We only left the bar because Mike and Kyle offered to walk us to our car. Mike's friend Kevin also tagged along, which was a little awkward because Crystal and I wanted to be alone with Kyle and Mike. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything we could do about it.

Crystal has an older model Pontiac. It is a big car, but it only has two doors. When she unlocked her car, Mike immediately crawled into the backseat. From where he was sitting, Mike could see right down my dress as I leaned forward to crawl in next to him. At this point it really didn't matter because Mike had already seen everything I had to offer. As a matter of fact, everyone had already seen everything I had to offer!

To my dismay, Kevin also crawled into the backseat with us. To make matters worse, he accidentally sat on my dress and when I slid over to give Mike a kiss my dress did not slide with me. This caused the final button to pop off my dress and the dress simply fell to my sides. My breasts and bush were now completely exposed and Crystal hadn't shut the car door yet. The dome light in the car was still on so Mike and Kevin had a clear view of the full frontal nudity I was providing. Kyle, who was sitting in the front passenger seat also turned around to get a look at me.

Crystal pulled Kyle's face back to her and said, "If you want to look at a naked girl, you should look at me!"

Then Crystal, who was still standing outside of the car, slipped the top of her dress over her big boobs. Her firm breasts and round rosy nipples were easy to see because they were illuminated by the car light and the parking lot light. Next she pushed the strapless dress down past her flat tummy until her bald beaver was exposed. Finally Crystal stepped out of the dress and tossed it over on the driver's seat. Crystal shamelessly posed under the lights giving everyone a clear view of her totally naked body before climbing on top of Kyle and closing the car door.

Crystal looked back at me and said, "So you finally lost all of the buttons. You might as well take your dress off, too."

She reached into the backseat, and in the process she smashed her big boob right into Kyle's face. I tried to fight Crystal off, but when Mike and Kevin joined forces with Crystal, I didn't have a chance. My dress ended up on the passenger seat with Crystal's dress, and now Crystal and I were both completely naked, while all of the guys were still fully clothed.

Crystal was facing Kyle in the passenger seat and they started making out. I was on my knees to the side of Mike and we started kissing. My kneeling position gave Kevin easy access to my bare ass and he took full advantage of the situation. First Kevin caressed my butt cheeks, and then he started dragging his fingers up and down my sensitive butt crack. It tickled and made me tingle all over.

We could see Kyle pinching and sucking on Crystal's nipples, and when she started moaning, it was apparent that Kyle's fingers had found their way to Crystal's smooth shaved beaver. Kevin tried splitting my pussy lips with his finger, but I wanted to save that place for Mike so I sat down on the seat between the two boys. Then I pushed their heads down so they each had a nipple and the guys began sucking on my bare tits.

I'd never had two guys at one time so this was all pretty new to me. Having my breasts kissed and massaged was really turning me on and it wasn't long before I guided Mike's hand between my legs. Soon Mike's finger was inside of me and it felt wonderful. Mike was moving his finger in and out, occasionally pausing to move his fingertip around in circles deep inside of me and my juices were really starting to flow. Then Kevin gently placed his fingertip on my little clitty and it felt like fireworks were going off inside of me.

I now had Mike's finger inside of my pussy and Kevin's finger on my love button, while both of the guys continued sucking on my nipples at the same time. The tension was really building inside of me and I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly and breathing heavily.

I called out, "Oh that feels so good you guys. Don't stop, please don't stop. Keep doing just what you're doing!"

In all my excitement, I almost forgot about Crystal. Then I heard rustling in the front seat and it sounded like Crystal was working Kyle's pants down. I could see Crystal positioning herself over Kyle, and then it was obvious to me that Kyle had placed his manhood inside of Crystal.

I was about to cum, but I could let all of the boys' hard work go unrewarded so I asked them to pull their pants down. In no time there were two raging hard-ons beside me. I took a penis in each hand and began stroking them. The guys immediately went back to work on my pleasure places as I continued moving my soft hands up and down the boys' rigid rockets. Kevin's penis was actually longer and thicker than Mike's penis, but Mike was better looking so he was still my main guy.

Mike was certainly having fun toying with my naked body as I stroked his manhood, but he couldn't help watching what was going on in the front seat. As Crystal bounced up and down on Kyle's hard dick, her big boobs bounced up and down, too. I think Crystal could tell that Mike was watching her because she suddenly leaned back to make sure that he had a clear view of her bouncing breasts.

Mike started squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple while Kevin continued sucking on my other bare tit and the feeling inside of me was building stronger and stronger. Both of the boys had their fingers in my pleasure patch as I went about massaging their manhood. Soon Crystal was moaning, I was moaning and the guys' rigid rockets were about to explode. It was like a race to see who was going to cum first.

Mike's finger was moving around in the perfect spot inside my pussy and Kevin's soft touch on my little clitty was so light and gentle that it sent shockwaves throughout my body. The tension was really building inside of me, and then I reached the point of no return.

I started calling out, "Oh wow, this is it...this is it. Mmm, don't stop, please don't stop. It feels so good. Oh wow, I'm...I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Then I let out a deep breath and I had to push the guys' fingers away because I couldn't take it any longer. As I sat back on the seat and tried to catch my breath, the guys wrapped my hands around their stiff pricks and motioned for me to continue stroking them. I guess I was so overjoyed with my orgasm that I forgot to return the favor.

Crystal was really putting on a show for the boys as I began stroking their hard-ons. The boys seemed fascinated with Crystal's big boobs as she purposely bounced them up and down while she rode Kyle's stiff prick. Crystal had her eyes closed as she licked her lips and moaned softly, but I'm sure she was aware that everyone was looking at her bare tits. She even squeezed and pinched her own nipples to make sure they were nice and hard.

I was even distracted by Crystal's performance, but suddenly the guys' pricks became super hard and I knew they were about to fire their cannons. Then Kevin tensed up, grunted loudly and he shot his load right on the front of my bare body. Before I could even react, Mike blasted his love gun and it landed on the side of my head with some of it dripping down onto my shoulder.

Only seconds later, Crystal started bouncing up and down wildly in Kyle's lap. Then she let out a high pitched squeal and I knew she was cumming. In her euphoria, she pushed her massive melons into Kyle's face and that was all he could take. He started breathing heavy and rocking back and forth in his seat as Crystal continued bouncing up and down on his lap. Then Kyle let out a deep moan and it was apparent that his mighty missile erupted inside of Crystal.

Crystal continued bouncing up and down a little longer, but eventually she collapsed into Kyle's arms in the front seat while I snuggled with Mike in the backseat. At this point Kevin was kind of getting ignored, but he couldn't have felt too bad since I had just finished giving him a hand job. I tried to give Mike a kiss, but I guess he was grossed out from seeing his bodily fluid dripping from my hair.

Mike decided to take care of me by reaching up into the front seat and grabbing what remained of my dress. Then he used the dress to clean me up. I had some hand-wash in my purse so I was able to clean myself off pretty well, but I didn't want to go near that dress again.

A short time later we exchanged phone numbers and said our goodbyes, and then Crystal and I headed home. Crystal put her dress back on before we left, but I was forced to ride home naked. Luckily the ride home was uneventful. Crystal wanted to meet the Kyle and Mike at the bar the following night, but I suggested inviting the guys to my place for a nice quiet evening at home. Well maybe not too quite!



The Dress



There's something special about spring in New Orleans. I know of no other city in the States that has the international flavor of New Orleans. I go there quite often. The French Quarter is so full of interesting people. I was in the French Market, an open air market where you can buy just about everything from fruits and vegetables to jewelry. It was unusually crowded this Friday evening.. That's when I saw her. I am not sure what made me catch her eye, but I think it was that beautiful smile. Was that smile for me or did she smile at everyone? I didn't know but I had to find out. 

I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She picks up a cotton dress a holds it up to her. There's no mirror, and no one with her. "It looks great!" Where did that come form? Me? There's that smile again. "You think so?" she ask in a friendly tone. I was afraid that I would put her off, but she seemed to like the interaction. 

"I think it would look even better on you." I tell her. I can't believe that I'm talking to her and she actually has responded. "Surely your not alone in a place like this. A beautiful woman like you. "

"Well, I am for now. I was suppose to meet a friend but she didn't show up. But that was an hour ago. I had to park twelve blocks away so I thought I'd shop awhile. Besides, I've been here before. I know my way around." She retorts. What a stupid thing for me to say. Now she thinks I'm trying to pick her up. Great!

"What I meant was this is a place that should be shared. It's kind of lonely here in this crowd when you don't have any one to ask, how does this dress look? Don't you think?" Come on Peter, dig your way out of this one. Don't offend her. 

"Your right. Say, are you trying to pick me up? I'll have you know I'm not that kind of girl. Maybe your typical New Orleans woman is that easy but I'm not from her. And I'm not that easy." Her tone was not scolding but sure. May be I could salvage this some way.

"Oh, no. I'm not trying to pick you up. I just ….I'm not from here either. In fact I come here quite often but my home is in Tennessee. And I wasn't trying to pick you up. I just wanted to …Well I thought you were alone and I…Maybe I was trying to pick you up. But not like that." Shut up, let her talk.

"Tennessee? Where in Tennessee? I'm From Tennessee." Common ground! Maybe this can be salvaged. She does seem nice…and that smile…work man work!

"Morristown. My name is Peter You?"

"Chattanooga., Luanne. Sorry I was so snooty."

"Oh, you weren't snooty. May be I was too presumptuous. I go through there often. A very nice city. See, I knew there was something special about you the first time I laid eyes on you.." 

"A home boy, sorry about being so defensive. You know you have to be careful." 

That's more like it. May be I have a chance with this beautiful creature. We continue to look at the dress and with my encouragement she buys it.. By now we were both getting tired of shopping. More than that I want to get to know her better. I invite her to Café' Du Monde for some coffee and beignets

It's a great little place across from Jackson Square. A sidewalk café. We sit an listen to a street performer play his sax and talk the typical small talk. There we sit across the table from each other, yet so close our knees touch. Is she as excited as I am. She doesn't recoil. May be she is. She offer me the last bite of her benite with her hand. I take and along with it I lick the powered sugar off her fingers. I wish I had the nerve to lick it off her lips also. My heart is racing because she seems to like it. Our knee, our eyes, my mouth , her fingers meet all in one moment. It's powerful and yet innocent. As we finish our little meal we leave together. This time holding hands. I feel like a school boy walking my little girl friend home from school We walk across Decatur Street to Jackson square. As we walk and talk its almost as if it was just the two of us. We are unaware of any one else around us. That was a mistake.

A street person gets up from his bench with his bottle and bumps square into her. The wine all spills out on her as he threw up on the ground. She is repulsed, not by the smell of the man or the wine, but a combination of the two. I step between them to protect her from what he might do. But its too late she's covered with the spoiled wine. My first reaction is to punch him out, but what good will that do.

"I am so sorry," I say to her, ignoring the wino.

"I've got to get out of here and out of this smelly mess. Hurry please, I think I'm gona be sick. Please take me to my car so I can go back to my hotel and change." 

"My place is just a few blocks from here. It would be quicker if we went there. You could get cleaned up there."

" But I don't have anything else to wear." She protested. "And besides I wouldn't want to impose on our new friendship."

"Sure you do. That little dress you bought. Come on. Three minutes and we're there. Much closer that the twelve blocks to your car. And another thirty minutes to your hotel. Come on , I insist."

"Are you sure it won't be an imposition?"

"Of course not!" I take her hand and we pick up our pace in less than three minutes we are at my place. By now the smell is so repulsive. I open the door and invite her in.

" The shower is in there make yourself at home. I'll be out here on the patio while you shower." She grabs the bag with her new dress and steps in the shower. 

My place is rented from a friend who has good taste. Apartments like this go for a couple of thousand a month in the French Quarter. I'm just here because of some consultant work I do for him. This place has a master suite with a big bath with a whirl pool tub big enough for a party. My mind races as the door closes behind her. That beautiful woman in my bathroom. As I pour my self a glass of wine I hear the shower run. I could use one too. This hot humid weather can really do a number on you. I'll wait till later. My heart is beating with great anticipation. She's here in my apartment she must like my company or is it just necessity? 

I pour her a glass of wine for when she's finished.. I hear her in there. I see her in my mind and get aroused. She yells out through the door, "Would you hand get me a towel please." 

Damn, I thought there were towels in there. I go to the linen closet and get a big oversized towel and hand it her from behind the door. "Give me your dirty things and I put them in the washer." She hands me her dress and bra and panties. When I touch them my heart skips a beat. I cant' t believe she just handed me her panties. Wow! I rush down to the wash machine and start the gentle cycle. My fingers touch her panties and my erection grows. "This is sick! Put them in the washer." I tell myself.

I rush back up stairs and try to act cool when she comes out. That dress is beautiful on her as she steps out of the bathroom. White cotton with lace, long tasteful, but very thin. The light from the bathroom highlights her body through the dress. Instinctively , I know she has nothing on under that thin piece of white cotton. I can hardly contain my excitement. But I am cool, yet not detached. She looks at me like she knows I know. And it's almost as if she is reading my mind.

" I feel a lot better. Squeaky clean." She says. "How long do you think my clothes will be?"

I wanted to say not long enough, but thought that might be too forward. So I told her long enough for us to have a glass of wine and relax for a while. That seemed to work. I handed her the glass and proposed a toast, 

"To new friends." 

She held up her glass and repeated the toast. We sat together and sipped the wine. 

"Thanks" She said.

"Oh, I didn't do anything any one else would have done." I modestly replied. "Besides, if I hadn't talked to you in the market you wouldn't have been in this mess."

"I was thanking you for talking to me in the market." She put her head on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. My head was spinning. I kissed her back. We embraced. I could feel her body almost as if she had nothing on at all. That dress, that beautiful dress. Our hearts beat as one as we sat in that embrace. We kissed again this time with more passion. "I don't usually let a strange man kiss me on our first meeting either." She whispered, "But, I can't help myself. Ever since I saw you in the market I wanted to." 

Our excitement and passion grew with that mutual feeling after she revealed that inner part of her self. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. As we kissed her tongue dove into my mouth and explored my mouth. How sweet it tasted, how delicious it felt. So small, lively, so hot. I could feel her body next to mine and I knew she must be able to feel the fire she started in me. Along with my passion my cock began to grow. I could feel her beautiful breast through that dress…that beautiful dress. I could feel her excitement growing her passion rising with every touch. My kisses moved from her lips to her neck, that sweet smelling neck, clean from the shower. Now to her ear as I licked her ear lobe she moaned with excitement. My kisses moved back down the side of her neck and to her exposed shoulders. How soft and tender she felt. Her arms around me were firm but gentle. As I kissed her breast through that dress…that beautiful thin sexy hippie dress. I could see the outline of her nipple and feel through the thin material and feel the firmness of it against my lips. I could feel her sigh and her heart beat in rhythm with mine. 

I would savior this moment for a while. Enjoying her through that dress. As my lips kissed her breast, my hands massaged the other one. I could not contain my excitement. My cock grew rock hard with every touch. He hands were around my back touching me at the small of my back pushing me closer to her . I knew she must be able to feel the power of my man hood. As she forced me closer to her hips began the love rhythm. We both sighed and moaned together. My hand reached down to her legs and playfully massaged them. Softly I touched the inside of her thigh through that dress that wonderfully thin dress. My hand went from her knee to her genital area. I didn't want to touch her too firm. Just teasingly. Just to let her know how I wanted her, but not to lead her to think it was all I wanted.

Yes, I was horny, Damn right, I was horny. But here was a woman who was more than just a great lay. Here was a friend to share special moments with. 

As I felt her pussy hair through her dress she arched closer to my hand encouraging me to touch her more firmly. I was more than glad to. I spread the palm of my hand to cover her pussy and firmly massaged her with the palm of my hand as I kissed he nipples one at the time through her dress. She moaned with agreement as her love rhythm continued to grow. My kisses followed my hand down he tummy slowly enjoying her body through that dress - that beautiful dress. As my mouth reached her love mound my cock felt like it would explode. I kissed her through that hot dress. Her pussy was so inviting. But I forced my kisses down he thigh to the back of her raised knee. As I kissed the soft skin of her thigh and back of her raised knee my hands found her feet. I massaged them slowly and kissed down her calves to her ankle and he foot and toes. She playfully giggled.

By now her legs were spread wide and I could see her thigh and her lovely pussy under that dress. That sexy dress. I wanted to dive in and lick her pussy , but I slowly worked my way up her leg with my lips kissing every inch. The inside of her thigh was soft, firm and hot. I could see my target, what a beautiful pussy. Softly I kissed it, but she moaned for more. I kissed all around it wanting to devour it all, but this was not to be rushed. Teasingly I kissed her clit. Softly. Not to bring her off now.

Her legs were spread and I could see her beautiful ass and kissed the bottom of it where it meet he vaginal opening. My tongue gently licked. Her moans grew louder. Finally I ran the flat of my tongue up to her clitoris . I massaged it gently as she spread her legs for me. My hands were around her waste working their way up her side to her armpits. I could feel her heat. My hands began to massage her beautiful tits gently as I continued to kiss that beautiful pussy. My cock throbbing, I could almost have an orgasm just bringing her off like this. But I was saving that. I could feel her love rhythm growing and her panting speeding. There I was under that dress. That beautiful dress….our introduction… "It looks great." I never thought I would be in it with her.

"I need you." I heard her whisper. "I need you inside me" 

I stiffened my tongue and brought it to her vaginal opening. I stuck it in as deep as I could. I couldn't believe it was almost as if it was sucking my tongue in. I worked it in and out, Thickening it as much as I could. My tongue worked itself back up to her beautiful pussy flowery lips and to her clit. I flickered it back and fourth and encircled it. With my tongue I spelled out her name around that beautiful clit. Her squeal was delightful and my cock was swelling with pleasure, as it rubbed against her legs.

"Oh, That's so good." She said, "But I need more, Peter, I need your hard cock inside of me.'

Should I tease her some more? Could I stand very much of this in this state of excitement? My hands went back up her dress and began to remove it . That Beautiful dress…came off. She reached and unbuttoned my slacks and grabbed my hard cock in her soft hand . I could feel her smile of approval. With her other hand she forced my pants off. I worked my self out of my shirt. By the time I finished she had my pants of f . 

There we were, both naked, our skin touching face to face, breast to breast, stomach to stomach. My throbbing cock was being led by her firm little hand to her pussy. We both moaned with excitement. I felt the wet warmness of her womanhood as it swallowed up my manhood. Slowly I entered her hot little pussy. Teasingly I kept it at that sweet little opening. Enjoying the throbbing head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. Forward she thrust wanting it all.. Deeper and deeper with each thrust. I didn't want this moment to end . This pussy cat had turned into a wild cat as she moved her self deeper and deeper into my cock. Now I was in as far as I could go and we moved with a gentle rhythm Our hearts beating, breathing together, kissing deeply when her orgasm started. I felt her pussy clamp around my cock pumping with her pussy muscles. 

We kissed passionately. Tongues exploring. Almost breathing for each other. Her beautiful nipples were pressing against my chest like little bullets. My hand reached for one nipple and squeezed it gently. It was hard from her excitement. She squealed an excited squeal. I wanted to burst. I felt my orgasm building, but tried to contain it. Grinding together we both moaned. 

I'm cumming Peter, Oh, God, I'm coming." Her movement increased with her orgasm. And I felt mine building. Like dancers we moved together in our mutual orgasm. 

"I'm cumming with you. OH! OH!…" I could feel the throbbing of my cock bursting with pleasure, shooting load after load of my hot fluid into her. Wave after wave convulsing harder and harder with each beat. I held so tight I thought she would break. But I could tell from her moans that she wasn't breaking but exploding in the same pleasure that I was feeling.

Together our bodies heaved with animal like lust. Both wanting to ride this moment out to the hilt. It seemed like for ever we were coming. Wave after wave of pleasure that seemed endless. With each pulsating squirt of my love juice into her hot pussy we moaned with pleasure. Until we both collapsed in each others arms. We laid their caressing each other. Our bodies still connected our arms still entwined. The passionate kisses turning to sweet kisses as we cooled down. With that dress at our feet.



The Dress



Copyright 2000 Del Edwards

It took ten minutes and most of a bottle of sun block for them to totally cover each other. She had suggested that maybe they should leave their sunglasses behind to make the event as pristine as possible. He agreed. They walked together, hand in hand, the sun warming their bodies.

"I really get off on this," he said to her, "being naked with you; having you as my woman; watching the men want you; the women hate you when they see their man looking at and wanting you and not them."

"Ummmm," she said happily, squeezing his hand and showing him the small plastic bottle in her left hand.

A steady offshore breeze countered the warmth of the sun making conditions perfect for a walk along the beach. It was the change in pressure and rhythm of their hands that told him she had turned her head and was looking at him. He chuckled when he saw her conspiratorial smile. They were most of a continent and an ocean away from home, looking for a quarter mile of beach of their own. Both of them were totally nude if the thin leather dog collar buckled around her neck didn't count.

But it did. It meant she was totally under his power and would do whatever he suggested much less asked or ordered. It pleased him that his woman was often the one who suggested or initiated their most sensual, loving connections. It meant she loved and wanted to be with him. She was good at keeping the spark of romance glowing. That was one of many facets of this beautiful, delightful, complex creature that caused him to love her with abandon.

He glanced over his shoulder up the beach to gage how far they had come. The closest figure was barely distinguishable as a human being; another hundred yards would be enough. In front of them the beach was empty all the way to the horizon. When they reached that perfect place he slowed and stopped, turning her into him until their bodies touched. His right hand went behind her neck and he drew her in until their lips touched. It was a long kiss, innocently begun. His tongue darted between her lips and then retreated only to again play over her lower lip which he sucked between his own lips, holding it there while he tongued it again.

He dropped to his knees, gently spread her outer lips and licked her slit.

"Aaaaaw," she moaned into the wind.

He lovingly extracted several more quivering screams from her then set to work digging two holes in the wet sand, a shoulder width apart. She knew what to do. She knelt, putting her feet in the holes so the sand supported her entire lower legs. She was sitting on her heels, her legs beautifully defined because of the mild stress of her position. Her mauve painted nails led the way as her index and middle fingers positioned themselves on each side of her swollen clit.

The man who had just kissed and tongued her pleasure bud hard lounged in the sand before her, his head propped in one hand, the other resting lightly on her right thigh. She grinned at him and began stroking herself toward ecstasy. About three minutes later a series of gasps escaped her lips, announcing her first orgasm. Their eyes rested easily upon each other for awhile and then he said, "Again."

Her second ecstasy arrived even more quickly. It took her breath away as it approached and left only enough energy for her to moan, "Ooooh Goooad!" before she quivered and then froze into an exquisite statue of living beauty.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A quiver swept through his body as a salute to her perfectness.

He let her rest a bit longer before he slowly moved one finger along the inside of her thigh.

"I love every inch of you. Once more, my love."

She took herself upward a third time, wanting the pleasure and wanting to please him. First there were the grunts and then the growls as she moved toward perfect pleasure. Her index and middle fingers reciprocated both sides of the hard, pink passion bud in the center of her flower. He was entirely pleased when she rose to her knees in absolute intensity, arched her back and thrust her hips toward him and screamed at the gods until her voice broke into silent gasps. She fell back onto the sand, gasping for breath, a sheen of perspiration on her skin.

Twelve minutes later she moved her hand to her face to shield her eyes from the sun. With her other hand she tapped the thin leather dog collar snuggled around her neck. He carefully unbuckled it so as to give her not the slightest discomfort and handed it to her.

She tasted the leather between her thumb and forefinger. Her slim, lithe, muscled body moved as a beautiful symphony. Kneeling, she wrapped the thin leather collar twice around the base of his sack, pulled it down to the last hole and fastened it in place. One hand gently cupped his sack as she leaned forward and kissed his penis. Looking up at him she smiled and purred, "Now it's my turn to tell you what to do."

She told him to lie on his back and then she settled into a cross-leg sitting position with her knees touching his ribs and thigh. Her shadow fell across his hips, shielding his genitals from the direct sun.

"A sunburned cock is no fun for either of us, is it my love," she almost sang to him.

The words were part of a ritual they had perfected over a year and several visits to nude beaches. She uncapped the small plastic squeeze bottle she had carried in her other hand and squirted a liberal amount onto his penis. Then she took his right wrist and turned his palm up and dribbled more of the oily liquid onto his fingers and palm.

"Make me a hardon I can dream about into the night. Dinner, dancing then you can make me another and burst inside me at midnight. Oooh, yes, you're gonna love The Dress!"

He did as he was told having no other recourse since the collar was wrapped twice and buckled snuggly around the base of his scrotum. His abdomen and thigh muscles tensed again and again. She loved to watch him squeeze and tease and stroke himself until the shaft was a relief of purple veins and the head gleamed taught like a pink serpent ready to strike.

After listening to him groan for 15 minutes she threw a handful of sand on his hard penis and hand. He stopped immediately. When she rose from her sitting position there was nearly an equal amount of sand clinging to her moist, excited lips. She sprinted the few yards to the surf and dove in when the water was at mid thigh. He chased her into the water, his erection flopping wildly as he ran. They embraced in the chest deep water; her arm around his neck, her thighs and upper back cradled in his arms and her other arm behind her back, her hand firmly grasping his still hard cock. He carried her to shore where he gently set her down.

In their robes back at the cabana they lunched on several fruits, cubes of spicy roast meat, a firm local cheese that was somewhere between jack and provolone, shrimp and a chilled medium red wine.

They spent a relaxing early afternoon reading in the shade of the cabana then put on their robes and went to the pool-side bar for a rum drink. Back in their suite they showered together, turning the water off several times while they languorously lathered each other. One of those times she stood spread-legged while he sat on the edge of the tub and used her wet-and-dry electric razor to make her very smooth again.

Refreshed and relaxed they lay together on the bed, she on her left side facing away from him. Also on his left side, he curled his torso and thighs to her so they were skin to skin from shoulder to knee. His right arm was draped across her ribs and chest so his hand fell naturally on her left breast. Their siesta lasted almost till sundown when they awoke slowly.

The top floor suite meant they would have complete privacy on their balcony. Still nude they carried their glass bottles of chilled mocha amaretto into the open air, settled into the chairs, sipped the smooth, sweet liquid and watched twilight become night.

"Will you dress and leave first so I can surprise you with my new dress," she requested.

"Sure, but I like you a lot just the way you are," he replied.

She grinned and posed for him. He visually devoured every inch of her in the dim light.

"A beautiful woman with a brain and a loving heart, you are my delight," he commented as he rose.

She reached out and grasped his hand. Still seated she pulled him in front of her, cupped her other hand under his scrotum and said, "How 'bout half a blow job to get you in the mood?"

Several minutes later she stopped tonguing the underside of the swollen head of his penis and said, "God, I love the taste, texture and size of you."

She was still sitting on the balcony when he reappeared fully dressed. "You look very nice," she said adding, "would you like the other half now?"

He grinned at her, shook his head and said, "The tension is delicious. I'll be waiting in the bar."

He was surprised and awed when she appeared in the bar and slid onto the stool next to him maybe ten minutes later. It hadn't taken her long to dress but then she wasn't wearing all that much.

The veil made her so retro and surreal that for a few moments he sensed he was in a dream. It covered her forehead and eyes, ending at the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were darkly done and the black net veil made her brown eyes even richer and deeper.

Her dress was the epitome of sensual intrigue. A one-and-a-half-inch band circled her neck and obviously fastened in the back. It was a dusty black crepe set firmly over some sort of stiffener giving it shape. Attached to the collar was a sweep of black chiffon that dove steeply under her arms to meet the crepe that ended in a broad U below the small of her back. He loved backless dresses and she knew it. The U motif was repeated in the front. Almost see-through, the black chiffon reached below her navel in the center while the black crepe rose from her hips to meet the chiffon where her ribs ended. The U motif repeated again in the skirt. It was split to just above the knee on both sides, both the front and back panels forming a single large scallop that ended at her ankles.

She was pleased about the body language and expression she saw from him. After twisting slowly on her stool until she had her bare back against the bar, she crossed her legs and adjusted her position to display her legs encased in black nylons. Her black stiletto heel sandals had tiny straps securing them to her ankles.

"Think it's too revealing?" she asked as she touched the collar and then let her hand slide slowly down the front of the dress until it rested in her lap. She was sitting up very straight so the shape and color of her nipples were barely discernable under the black chiffon.

"No I love it. You're gorgeous and stunning. I just hope I don't have to fight some Romeo who decides he wants you for himself," he replied.

"He'd have to fight both of us," she smiled. "Like my 'fuck me' heels?" she asked.

"Oh yes, and the rest," he answered.

"There isn't much else," she smiled, "just the stockings and a black garterbelt." She let the comment sink in for a few seconds and watched the expression on his face change. Leaning close to him she rested her hand on his thigh and whispered, "I love to be able to excite you."

"You're an incredible tease," he smiled as he reached out to touch her bare shoulder.

A five-piece band was playing from a small stage at the other end of the rectangular wooden dance floor. She gazed across two rows of tables at the few couples on the floor. "We can do better than that," she commented.

He slid off his stool, took her hand from her lap and said, "Let's show'em how it's done Foxy Lady."

After the foxtrot ended there was a waltz that they fast-tracked counterclockwise around the edge of the floor. He requested a tango and several couples fell away, giving them more room. They were warmed up now and moved in perfect unison as if there were invisible lines of magnetic connection between them. They were totally focused on each other moving sensually with near perfect synchronicity. It wasn't until after the last few bars died away and they ended with a deep dip were they aware they were alone on the dance floor. The applause began with a single pair of clapping hands and grew to include everyone in the room including the band and the bartenders. Several men were shouting 'magnifico' and 'bravo."

Still holding hands they bowed to the bar end of the room and then turned and bowed to the band. He raised his arm in a presentation salute toward the band and the applause surged again. Then he led her off the floor, out of the lounge and to the dining room.

They both chose fairly light entrees to go with the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon he selected from the wine list. Even the silly little ritual with the wine waiter added to the richness of the evening. The waiter opened, poured and waited for him to sip and approve. He did so with a nod of his head. The wine waiter gone, they raised their stem glasses and clicked a toast.

"You are a truly fine and intoxicating wine, my love," he said evenly to her. He was enjoying the private knowledge that she was nearly naked under the revealing dress so snug about her slim waist and hips.

She smiled and replied, "You're just saying that to get in my pants but I already told you, I'm not wearing any."

"Sooo you did," he smiled back.

Half way through dinner a distinguished gentleman with gray hair and wearing a tuxedo approached their table and introduced himself as the night manager of the resort hotel. "Senior y Senora, the patrons have asked that you dance again. I will compliment your dinner and wine if you wish to do so," he said.

Her eyes met his and she nodded quickly several times. He turned to the man standing beside their table. "Of course. Please tell the bandleader we would like a tango and then Los Paso Doubles."

"Si, senior. Gracias."

Waiters, bellmen, taxi drivers and even cooks in their whites flowed into the lounge behind them. Their second performance of the evening went at least as well as the first. During the Paso he became the matador and she was his cape and sword. The dance floor became the Arena del Toros.

With applause and cries of approval still filling the room, the night manager escorted them to a table, took their drink order and served it to them.

Back on the balcony of their room the conversation took a serious turn. He stood with his hands on the railing looking out to sea.

"You've been my competition dance partner for more than three years. We became lovers two months after your husband's accident. Divorce him and marry me," he said to the sea.

"I still feel like I'd be abandoning him," she said as evenly as she could but her voice cracked.

"When he came off that motorcycle and went head first into the curb, most of him died right then. All that's left is the body and the lizard brain that keeps him breathing on his own," he said still speaking out to sea.

"I know what the doctors said but he is still a little bit alive," she said using her hand to push away the reality he had just thrust at her. She moved close behind him and circled his chest with her arms. Her cheek was against his back when she said, 'I wish you hadn't brought it up, I just want the evening to end well with you in me."

"After I eat you until you cry out in pleasure, my love. Pull up you dress, lie back on the lounge and spread your legs," he said as he slowly turned in her arms. The pad of the other chase lounge under his knees, bent forward with his head between her legs, he tasted and teased her for a long time before her scream of ecstasy ripped the night air.

Sometime later she sat up and they kissed. "You have such a talented tongue, sir. Thank you. And what parts of me would you like...lips, hips or finger tips?" she asked.

"Lips and then hips," he responded.

"Trade places with me," she suggested.

His pants and shorts around his ankles, she set to work with her mouth to make him hard. When he was she again raised the skirt of her dress and slid over him, taking all of his hardness into her wet, warm sheath. She had had hers. Her concentration was focused entirely on producing the perfect rhythm and containment to turn his moans and growls into just a few animal screams of total abandon.

He enjoyed the way she came onto him. Her creamy thighs and belly with the pedals of her passion hole at the center, framed by the black garterbelt, suspender straps and dark stocking tops was the most beautiful portrait he had ever seen. He let her pull him higher and higher into the sky, waiting for the lightening strike. His screams of utter pleasure were the thunder that followed the flash.

"I must be fair and prompt with you, with him and with me," he heard her say. "I will answer your marriage proposal within a week."

What, dear reader, will her answer be?



The Dress



"Maybe, I'm not really sure," I said.

She laughed, "You're not sure? You're not sure? You liar. You're blushing and your cock is raring to go, again. Of course you're sure. I'd say you're cock sure."

It was Saturday night and I was dressed in my girlfriend's dress.

True, my returning erection showed I was fibbing, the blush was a realization that, indeed, I loved wearing her dress. 

She'd worn the dress to her company Christmas do, a week ago. It was a stunner. Tori had been the belle of the ball. She turned heads and I reckon it caused a damp patch or two, or ten. We were so hot after the dance. We had dashed home and made love. We laughed about the head turning. The dress hung in our bedroom all week after the dance. I jokingly complained that men could never normally get away wearing anything that would cause a stir like Tori and her knockout dress. The week went by, I went to sleep each night dreaming about Tori and the dress. 

Saturday evening we'd had a romantic meal out at our favourite restaurant and bumped into her boss. He could barely keep his eyes off Tori. She teased me that he was thinking back to the dance and the dress. We left quickly after the main course intent on a repeat of the love making a week earlier. We raced back, I grabbed a drink and followed Tori upstairs.

Tori was waiting on the bed with the dress in her hands. She beckoned me and pulled me down onto the bed. She kneeled next to me, bending down she kissed me full on the mouth. Her beautiful green eyes stared into mine. 

"Dave, you know this dress and the effect it has on people."

"Yes."

"Well, is it the dress or is it me?"

"You of course, but you do look extra good in that dress."

"Dave, try the dress on for me, I want to see if it has the same effect on me".

"What?"

"Go on, I want to see if its the dress."

"I'll ruin it."

"So what, its just a dress, you coward."

"OK then," My heart was racing with excitement. 

I stood up. Tori unzipped the dress and handed it to me. I stepped into the skirt, pulling the dress over my arms and shoulders. My cock sprang up under the skirt.

Tori smiled. 

"Come on, let me zip you up."

I turned and she zipped me into the dress. My senses were zinging. My chest was held tight by the bodice. The lace straps sitting just off my shoulders. The skirt flared out from my waist falling just above my knee. It fitted beautifully apart from an obvious bulge under the front of the skirt. There was a heavenly feeling as the satin lining danced over the skin of my cock.

"Lets see what you look like", she manoeuvred me in front of the mirror.

"Aren't you a pretty boy."

"I'm a bloke in a dress."

"No, you're a pretty bloke in a dress, with a beautiful hard cock."

"Oh, you can see that?"

"Oh yes."

"Well, is it the dress? How do I look?".

"Dave, you look gorgeous, you're a real turn on."

"Well its the dress then and you must just be plain looking."

Tori walked round me. 

"Its not a bad fit, you'd make a good looking woman Dave."

The dress did fit me quite well.

I twirled around, "Thank you, Tori". 

The skirt lining rustled, my foreskin slipped back a little exposing the sensitive tip to the satin lining. I curtsied and shivered as the satin slid over my skin.

Tori stood behind me, stroking her hands and caressing the dress over my body. She embraced me and kissed my ear. Her hands reached round to my front. Her fingers danced down the dress. My nipples were electric as she brushed over them. She pushed the fabric round my hardness. I groaned a little.

"Oh, you like this don't you. You're so hard, this is really turning you on."

Tori was breathing the hot words into my ears. The hairs on my neck stood up.

Tori embraced me and kissed me slowly. I kissed her back. We smooched for a few moments and I found I was thrusting gently against her hip getting the skirt lining to rub my glans. Tori noticed this and her hand rubbed my cock through the layers.

"This turns you on Dave, doesn't it."

I nodded, "Maybe?"

"Maybe? I think, Dave, maybe you like dressing up, look at the way its got you so wet."

I nodded, unable to say yes. Tori pushed me back onto the bed and kneeled over me lightly holding me down.

"Dave, close your eyes and listen to me. I'm going to dress you up in a beautiful outfit and then I'm going to slowly fuck your brains out. You're going to wear delicate feminine lingerie, a beautiful black satin basque with a frilly lace trim. I'm going to do it up nice and tight so you know you're wearing it at all times."

Tori was caressing me. She pinched my nipples and stroked my chest.

"You'll have a pair of black lace top stockings, very sheer. I'll fasten the stockings to the straps on the basque. You'll have to shave your legs of course." Her hand stroked my cock through the layers of the skirt. I thrusted up to meet her caresses, I was groaning slightly. "I'm going to get you some shiny patent leather high heeled ankle boots. A four inch heel should be enough to make your legs more shapely. Is that what you want Dave?"

I was entranced. Her hand slowly moving on my cock under the skirt. My glans rubbing over the satin. The layers of the skirt rustled and I was in heaven.

"Is that what you want Dave?"

"Yes Tori."

"Yes who?"

"Yes Mistress."

"That's better Dave."

"Yes Mistress."

It just slipped out so naturally. Mistress. I'm not sure from where but I volunteered it. In mitigation I was severely preoccupied.

"And then we'll get you a nice dress. A beautiful shimmering black taffeta dress. Wide straps, simple high round neck on a plain tight bodice, flaring out to a layered knee length skirt. I'll zip it high up your back. The skirt will have two layers of taffeta, one layer of netting and one layer of satin. And Dave, you can't wear any knickers. The dress will puff out and hide your naughty hard wet cock. "

"Yes, mistress," I was dripping wet and rock hard. 

Tori's fingers snaked round my erection as her words danced over my reeling emotions. She gathered the skirt of the dress and bunched it round my waist.

"Is that what you want Dave? To dress up for Mistress? To wear silky clothes and lingerie? Tell Mistress its what you want Dave!"

My brain was completely swamped now and I was just chanting my mantra. "Yes Mistress Tori, yes Mistress Tori."

Tori was astride my cock and riding me to her own climaxing pleasure. Her grunting set me off and I bucked out my cum.

We lay for a few minutes, panting and recovering.

I was feeling more and more embarrassed, still wearing the dress. Thinking about what we'd been saying. Tori's head lay on my chest. 

"So Dave, you're going to dress up for me again?"

There was a silence.

"Maybe, I'm not really sure." 



The Dress



I was digging through my closet one day throwing stuff aside. I was emptying it, tossing unworn but usable clothes into a donation box. A lot of this stuff I hadn't worn in years. I needed new outfits for my new position. I was now no longer a paralegal but a fully fledged attorney since passing the bar last week. I wanted to be one hot attorney. That was when I spied the box stuffed way back in the closet under other junk that had accumulated there. Curious, I pulled it out. It had been taped closed long ago and I didn't remember it. There was a nail file on the dresser and I used it to cut through the tape. 

Pulling back the tissue paper, there it was. Memories flooded back. The dress or almost a dress I thought as I pulled it out from the box. This was the dress I had worn to that club in New York, a dress that an X of mine bought for me to wear to his sex club. I hadn't been ready to take part in something like that. I was inexperienced and naïve then, although it did lead to better things. I met Eric there at the club and although I slept with him only twice, I found him an exciting lover. I wondered what happened to him now, where he was. I hadn't heard from him in a long time, completely lost contact. 

Although things had turned out bad with my X, I had had a fun time there with him. That was where I had first experienced group sex and sex with a woman. Actually it had been with another couple, the group sex. I hadn't done something like that since, having sex with another woman. I looked back at the dress. I hadn't worn it since then either and wondered how it still looked on me. 

I'm a slim figured blue-eyed blond, at 5'4" and a whopping 110 lbs at my heaviest. My slim body is tight from my workouts, running and swimming with a smooth flat stomach and small but nice breasts. I hadn't changed much. Right now I'm hovering between 104 and 106 lbs.

The dress was this very sheer hip hugging black silk dress and lacy low riding bikini panties. It had sides with short sleeves, two crisscrossing straps along the shoulder blades in the back to hold the two sides together and was open all the way down to mid hip in the back where the skirt started. There was no real back to it. The front was open all the way to just above my love mound in a kind of a circle cut showing all of my stomach area and had a silver clasp at the waist to hold it together. It was held together at the neck with a silver clasp also. The part that was the sides just barely covered my breasts and if it wasn't for the silver clasps at my waist and neck, it would hang open. The skirt part was split up the sides and tied together at where my low riding bikini line would be with a black silk ribbon and laced together down the splits with narrow black ribbon also. The skirt went only to mid thigh. I noticed if the ribbons were untied and it could easily be done, the skirt would open showing my panties or everything if I weren't wearing panties. Heck if the silver clasps were undone, the whole dress would come off and I would be nude. The panties were another thing. Almost a transparent lace, they were held together at the sides with a quick release snap. They would come off if very little pressure was applied. The dress left very little to the imagination and it covered very little.

I quickly stripped and pulled it on. It fit fine, barley covering anything like it did before. I had quit shaving myself bare and noticed the blond fuzz triangle showing above my love mound. Quite sexy I thought as I pulled on the transparent lace panties. My blond fuzz glowed in the light. 

Wow, if anyone saw me this way, I really would have no trouble getting laid, that is if I needed help to get laid. I hadn't had that trouble in my life, not with my looks and body. I have two guys, buddies actually, that have kept my sex life active. They are away at collage now and well since they left, I haven't been getting much lately. They visit me on breaks and I go visit them on weekends when I get really horny but right now with my becoming a junior partner in the firm, I haven't had much time. My work load had increased substantially. 

Thoughts now back on the dress; I figured I would never wear something like this again. This town is too conservative. They won't even let a strip club in town or an adult store. As a partner in this conservative firm, I would be fired instantly if seen in something like this.

I dug around in the closet some more and found the black low heeled shoes that went with it. Geese, I still had the entire outfit. There was even the little lacy handbag in the box too. I looked inside and found the note Eric had given me so long ago. His address, phone and e-mail.

As I stood there looking at myself in the mirror and running my hands over the dress and smoothing it against my firm body, I thought, do I dare? Do I dare to try to contact him?

I thought about it for a while and finally sat down at the computer and wrote out a short note and e-mailed it. It was a gamble. I just wanted to know how he was and if he was still in New York. Then I went back to cleaning out the closet after taking off the dress and panties and putting them back into the box. 

I was nude now and felt good about it. I liked to go around nude in the privacy of my house and seldom wore anything even when I cleaned house. It felt good to be free. I wondered why I had dressed in the first place since getting up. It was now only 9:00 in the morning and well since this was Saturday, I would laze around all day nude as long as I was in the house. I wasn't finished with my closet and went back to cleaning it out.

Finally finished after another hour, the box packed, I looked at what I had left. Basically it was the conservative outfits I had last bought. Several dress suits, jackets and matching skirts, one black, one gray and one a dark blue; a half dozen white blouses, several in different shades of blue, one a light pink and another pale yellow. Of course I had all the necessary undergarments to go with them. 

Wow I thought as I looked at them. I need to go shopping and enlarge the wardrobe. It wouldn't hurt to add several nice dresses to the collection, maybe something nice to wear in the evenings too. I had already shopped around here and discovered a limited supply of stores that carried the outfits I needed so I figured a trip to Portland would be required. There were plenty of stores that carried high end apparel there but I would have to take several days off to plan the trip. It was a day's drive there and back then I would need several days just to shop. Well, maybe one day for shopping. Still, I needed to at least take a Friday off. 

I looked at the box and thought I might as well get it to the car and run it to the donation center. I dressed in my figure hugging jeans, pull-over and tennis shoes and carried the box to the car. The day was uneventful as it usually was in this dumpy little town. I say dumpy in a lovingly sort of way. Actually I loved the small town feel. It has most of the essentials. For most of my clothes shopping though I go to the nearest large town which is only 32 miles away. 

Living here, I'm close to my parents and some siblings and my house although small is comfortable and I own it free and clear. 

I dropped off the box and drove to the next town and spent the rest of the day doing what I loved to do and that is hitting all the stores just to see what they had. I bought a few things too, mostly some more jeans, panties, bras and a few shirts, t-shirts and several cute pull-over's along with several pairs of shorts. 

I lost track of time as I usually do when shopping and my stomach told me it was late. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast and now it was after 5:00. The Olive Garden was close by and I thought why not. It was one of my favorite restaurants and the food and wine was always good. I really liked the "all you can eat soup, salad and breadsticks" although the bread could add on pounds. That's what I had along with a nice glass of wine. 

I didn't really like eating alone as some of the guys would hit on me and as usual one did. He was nice looking, my age or a little older and a great smile. He even sat down at my table and started a conversation with me. I was kind of interested until I noticed his ring finger. Although he was not wearing a ring, I could see the usual sign, slight paleness of the skin and a slight indention that the ring makes. That turned me off. I don't do one night stands and I don't play with married men but I would have liked to have gotten to know him better. He was a player and I didn't want anything to do with that. I finally asked if he was married and he stammered around and finally admitted it. I told him goodbye and he left. I was alone after that. It usually was like that, winding up being alone. I really didn't trust guys much. My X had beaten me once and well he met his fate on the streets of New York with another woman, shot and killed. I was glad that had been a long distance relationship. We met over the internet telling each other our fantasies and the relationship grew from there. Well that was past history and I was glad that was over. 

Things had changed a lot for me since then. The two great guys that bed me I love dearly. I met them while they were still in high school and they helped me through the ordeal with my X. I was glad we had never been caught, that would have ended my career and probably sent me to jail. They were legal age now and that was no longer a worry for me. The one problem I did have was one of them was black. My parents would never approve of this. They are old fashion and didn't believe the races should mix. They weren't racist really, I never heard an unkind word from them about the different races but they just didn't believe a black man should be with a white woman. Hell, they wouldn't approve of me sleeping around with any man if I wasn't married to him. They were that old fashioned. 

I finished eating and left the restaurant stopping only long enough to gas the car up. The attendant, although young, flirted with me and tried to get my phone number. I only laughed and said maybe some day. I smiled a lot at him and did flirt back and left him happy when I told him I may stop in again and hopped he would be there. 

Home, I unpacked the car and took my new things to the bedroom, removed the tags and put them away. I felt good. It had been a good day. I longed for a good glass of wine and pored one as I entered the kitchen. It was a Moscato, a cheep wine but very drinkable. I loved the slight sweetness and the different variations of the Muscat grape in wines. This was like drinking soda pop but better. It went down easily. I was savoring it when I thought of reading my e-mail and sat down at the computer. I had dozen of messages but as I scanned through them, the one from Eric caught my eye.

It started out as the usual casual stuff like glad to hear from you and glad you found me kind of stuff but it was a long message and as I read through it he told me just about everything about him from the time we had last talked to the present. He had gotten past the death of my X, one of his best friends and had moved on. He was still single and finally admitted he wanted to see me. 

The memories of meeting him and having sex with him flooded back as I was reading all of this. In a way, I had fallen for him back then but I was too involved with my X. That was the first time I had had sex with two men at the same time and I liked it. It had been one of my fantasies. Then when he had me alone on the living room floor at my X's place the one last time, I found out how sensual he could be. That to me was very beautiful. That was the last I saw of him. He wanted me to leave with him and now I wished I had. Things might have gone different. Now he wanted to get together.

I kept thinking to myself, should I? Should I rekindle these memories of him? I thought for a while and finally shot back a reply. It was a long one. Just like his message, I went into detail of how my life was although I left out the details of my love life. I was still single and now a junior partner in the law firm. I told him I would like to start up some dialog with him; we could start with e-mails and go from there. If things worked out, who knows? 

Finished with writing that, I sent it and read the rest of my mail. It was the usual unimportant stuff. One note was from my lovers in college wanting to know when I could come and visit. I had already gotten a little wet thinking about Eric and now thinking about them got me horny enough that I had to do something about it. I signed off and stripped and got my rabbit from the night stand and lay back on the bed and did my thing. Funny thing was though, I wasn't thinking about my two lovers in college while I was doing it. It had been Eric that brought me to my orgasm.

Time went by quickly, I found time to go to Portland to shop and visit my lovers along the way. The e-mails from Eric were coming every day. Many times there were several messages at once, all wanting me, longing for me. I was turned on by them and thinking of him most of the time now. Even when I was in the arms of my two lovers I kept thinking of him. The messages were hot, leaving nothing to the imagination. Fantasies were coming into play. 

One day he asked if I still had the dress I had been wearing when we first met and I replied I did. He wanted to see me in it again and if and when I came to New York I had to bring it. I had been thinking about that more than ever now, visiting New York and had been penciling in times on the calendar when I could. I let it slip in one message that I would like to try the club scene again where we met. I thought I was ready although not really sure. It was still one of my fantasies and I really wouldn't be sure until I was faced directly by it. 

He wrote back he wasn't sure he wanted me to go there but would face that when we were together and I was in his arms. If then I still wanted to go, he would think about it. 

Well, to make a long story short, I finally decided to go and asked for and gotten several weeks off. Eric was ecstatic that I was finally coming to see him. He arranged time off to take me shopping among other things. I was just as ecstatic and was both excited and apprehensive when the time came to go. 

I couldn't get the trip off of my mind and was sexually excited thinking about the fun I might have if Eric was willing. I really didn't know if he was willing to do what I wanted. Well at least if he didn't, I would have him. It wouldn't be a total loss to my fantasies. 

He met me at the airport. Physically he hadn't changed and was handsome as ever. He was beautiful and swept me into his arms. We kissed deeply and willingly. I melted and wanted him right away. The drive to his apartment seemed too long although it wasn't that far. I couldn't keep my hands off of him and although I didn't take him out, he was very hard. I was wet and he knew it as his hand was there most of the trip. I hadn't shaved and he kept running his fingers through my curly bush. I wanted him to see me natural and in the dress and let him decide on how I was to look in it. Beside he had mentioned in one of his e-mails he didn't want me to shave anymore. 

At his apartment, we kissed again deeply as we got out of the car and he held me by one arm as he carried my bags and led me to his apartment. I almost had his pants undone before we got to his door. Inside with the door barely closed in time, we shed our clothes and after knocking things off the entryway table, he sat me on it and took me right there. We were oh so ready. It was very heated and rushed. He ground into me as I wrapped my legs loosely around him. 

At one point, he lifted me up off the table and carried me impaled on him to the living room where he kneeled to the carpet carefully laying me back and began savagely thrusting into me. Oh god it felt good and I was both whimpering and screaming to him to fuck me harder when I came. It was ecstasy. It had been a while since I had been taken this way. He kept up his savage thrusting through my orgasm until he stiffened and unloaded gobs and gobs of his hot sticky cum into me. It was a lot and even through my haze of ecstasy, I wondered how long he had been holding back, waiting for me to arrive and receive his torrent. 

As he emptied, I could feel his cum ooze around him and slip down my ass and puddle under me on the carpet. I pulled him down upon me and held him tight with my arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him tightly to me. I held him this way until he softened and slipped from me. Kissing finally as his strength returned, he loosened my arms and legs and sat up between my legs and just looked at me devouring me with his eyes. 

"You are so beautiful Sara, Just as I remember you."

I could only smile and replied, "You are as I remember you too. I'm glad I came."

He rose up and held out a hand beckoning me to stand. "Come on, I'll show you the apartment." 

I took his hand and stood only to take him in my arms and kiss him deeply wanting him more than ever to take me again. "Show me the bedroom."

He did and that is where we spent the time until the next morning when we toured the rest of the apartment. It was nice; I liked it and told him so. Most of the time there was spent in the bedroom although every room in the apartment saw activity some several times. 

When we weren't in bed, he took me shopping and I bought a lot of sexy stuff along with several more conservative outfits for work. The sexy stuff I wore for him and got the results I wanted and that was to be fucked senseless. That he did. I think he was hard all the time and I let him inside me whenever he wanted which was most of the time. There were times I didn't get off but that didn't matter as long as he did. I found he liked me natural but after he choked on several hairs muff diving; he shaved the area between my legs but left the golden triangle above. 

He kept asking about the dress, but I kept putting him off. He had not mentioned taking me to the club and I was not going to dress in it until he did. I had been there almost a week and there had been no mention of any of my fantasies. Although the sex was fantastic and I was in ecstasy most of the time, I was disappointed that he hadn't brought it up. Finally I broke the ice. 

"Look Eric, I told you I would dress in it if there was a chance of satisfying my fantasy of the club and you have not mentioned it. Is there a possibility of that happening?"

He stammered around and finally said, "Sara, I want you for myself. I haven't been to the club since I met you and was going to let that part of my life go away. I am still a member and will take you if that is what you really wish but think about what you are asking. Are you sure that is what you want?" 

"Yes Eric, I want to try it just this once. I want to see what it is like, to do something like this just once in my life."

"Ok then, I'll make the reservation for just this one time."

He kind of moped around a little for the rest of the day and finally told me, "Sara, the reservation is made for tomorrow night. We would dress and go out to dinner there and see what the night would bring. Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"Yes Eric love, just this one time." 

Excited and thinking about this one last fantasy, I wondered what it will be like. I remembered the couple dancing and having sex right there on the dance floor and wondered even more about the scene. I hadn't really looked around and watched the others. Was it just the one couple that was carried away or were others doing it. Now I wished I had stayed a little longer and watched even though I hadn't been ready for something like that. I wondered if I was ready this time.




The Dress



Eric wanted me to put on the dress and again asked, but just in case he would back out, I told him I would put it on just before we were to go and not any sooner. I could see it excited him and he soon had me in bed and made very slow and sensual love to me. I know he didn't want me to do this and was trying everything he could to stop me. This almost worked but I had committed myself to this fantasy. I only hoped it did not ruin our relationship. I wanted Eric in my life now more than ever.

Time seemed to drag by now when we weren't in bed having sex and it seemed now that the reservation was cast in stone the time went by even slower. Finally, the time came. Party time I thought. I was wearing the dress, although this time I had only shaved some of the wayward pubic hairs outside my very blond triangle and all of them around my love tunnel. This is what you wanted. The blond triangle showing above and through my lacy panties glowed. It was a beacon directing the looks of others to what was hidden below. It was like I was wearing nothing. My breasts could easily be seen if the dress opened and with the beacon glowing, well, others would know I was ready. 

I thought Eric's eyes would pop out of his head. He was instantly hard. 

"My god Sara," he exclaimed. "You are more beautiful than ever. Are you sure you really want to do this?"

I only nodded and watched him dress. He had trouble getting his hard log into his pants. He was wearing nice dress pants and a dress shirt, no underwear of course. He didn't usually wear them, enjoying the feeling of freedom.

I was looking forward to it, this new adventure. I wasn't really sure what the club actually was. I had an idea it was where one might hook up with someone nice or you had a good time with your partner. After all, I had met Eric there. I didn't know it was actually a swingers club and pretty much a free-for-all where every thing and anything goes.

We arrive at the club and go through very secure doors, let in by the front doorman. He lets us in without any hassles, and you requested the back corner booth in the lounge. The lounge area was very dimly lighted and the booths were dark with one lighted candle on the table. Our table is dark and secluded as were most and we sit so that we can see the rest of the lounge and part of the dance floor. People can see us but not well. The waiter comes by and takes our order for drinks. I order a dirty vodka martini and you a warm grand mariner in a snifter. For the next hour or so, we continue to drink and chat, flirting the whole time. Knowing how much we want to undress each other and explore each other. 

We casually caress each other, touching body parts as we flirt and drink, building up the sexual tension. Your hand sitting on my thigh starts to slide its way up my thigh ever so slowly. I stop what I am doing and look deep into your eyes, knowing what your intentions are. As I continue to stare into your eyes and give you that sly smirk, I uncross my legs and spread my thighs apart ever so slightly. Your hand slides further up my thigh, your fingers touching my skin so gently. It gives me the shivers. I was feeling chills all over my body at the same time that your hand reached the top of my thigh, suddenly realizing again that I was wearing a very skimpy outfit. We were so concentrating on each other at the time; I was not seeing what was taking place in the rest of the lounge and on the dance floor. 

You were running a finger along my pussy lips, under my panties, up and down and were softly caressing my satin-like lips. With each movement, we both could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, the lips of my pussy swelling and parting. Eventually I feel my moisture start to leak out of my pussy and down between my ass cheeks soaking what little panties I had. You were following that trail with your finger, gently sliding your finger along my lips, down past my pussy, and stopping at my ass. There you would press gently on the soft flesh between my ass and my pussy. You would swirl your finger around my ass, sending that tingling feeling up my tailbone and spine. Then your finger would make its way back up to my pussy. You were sliding my clit between your fingers, rubbing it up and down, making it throb and grow. 

My body was aching for you to fuck me. I wanted your throbbing cock sliding inside me right now, feeling the head of your cock rubbing the insides of my pussy, feeling the thrusting of your cock rubbing my clit. But I know you can't and it's driving me wild. So when you slide your finger inside my pussy, it's like a cure for the ache. My body was squirming just a bit and I jump in my seat a little as your manly finger slides in me all the way. 

Just at that moment, the waiter comes by and sees the pleasure on my face. He is smiling and stands there, watching my body quiver as you slowly and gently finger my dripping wet pussy. You look up to him and say "Yes we would like two more please, take your time" and you give him a wink. 

He replies, "Yes sir" and walks away smiling. You then turn your attention back to me but my eyes are closed. I am biting my lip, my back arched against the booth and my legs spread as far apart as is comfortable. You hold the back of my neck and pull me towards you and we kiss deeply and passionately. Then you pick up the pace of your finger fucking me just a bit as our lips part from each other. You curl your finger to rub my g-spot with each stroke. 

By this time I have been so ready to explode, I can barely contain myself. I can already start to feel cum well up inside me. Suddenly I past the point of no return and I feel my orgasm start like a cascade, deep inside me and it feels like it's spreading to every inch of my body. My body tightens up and I finally have to let go. My body shakes subtly, but uncontrollably, your finger still inside me. You can feel my pussy spasm around your finger, squeezing it with every convulsion. I gush all over your hand and the seat that I am sitting in. I let out a discernable moan as my creamy cum coats your finger and your hand. You look up and the waiter is standing at our table staring at us with our drinks on his tray. I open my eyes to see his hardness bulging in his slacks. I smile at him as I take your hand from my dripping pussy and I lick your finger like it was your cock. I see him shake while standing there and figure he has just cum in his pants. He puts down the drinks and leaves without saying a word. I smile and thank you for the amazing orgasm and we continue our chat and start sipping on our drinks once again.

After we sat there in the booth and polished off several martini's each and of course I still had lingering remnants of cum still warm on my inner thighs that had soaked through my panties, we decided to get up and move to the dance floor and have more fun. 

As we approach the dance floor we see that the place is packed and is shoulder to shoulder throughout. As we make our way through the crowd, we go to the back bar and order a couple drinks. The bar is packed too. We receive our drinks and just lean on the bar, drinking and amusing ourselves by chatting and people watching. It still hasn't dawned on me just what the place really was; I must have been a little intoxicated along with being naive. There were couples making out at the tables and leaning against the walls and on the dance floor but then that was the mood I was now in so nothing seemed out of place. 

We are completely enjoying ourselves in the atmosphere when we hit a little moment of silence. We both look deep into each others eyes and we give each other a sly smile. We both know that we are thinking the same thing, reminiscing about the recent event at the booth. I give you that sly sexy smile of mine, and you smile back and shake your head, acknowledging my insatiable appetite for sex. I lean in close to you and turn my back to the bar so that your body partially blocks me from view of the people walking by. I take a sip from my cocktail as I reach down with my free hand and undo the front of your pants. My gentle hand delicately reaches inside your pants and you can feel my long feminine fingers caress your cock ever so lightly. I can feel some precum on the head of your cock from being so turned on earlier at the booth and I rub the slippery syrup between my fingers. I can feel your cock start to pulse and grow, so I pull it out and start to stroke it, it hidden between us as you move closer to me between my legs. You have always been amazed at how wonderful even my hands feel on your cock, applying just the right amount of pressure and at just the right pace to get your heart racing. 

As I continue to stroke your cock, you figure you would return the favor so you reach down inside my dress and unsnap my panties and pull them free from me and put them into your pocket. Your hand is now between my thighs and you can feel how swollen and slick my pussy is. I want you to slide your fingers inside me again but you don't because you KNOW how much I want you to. So you place your fingers on each side of my clit and start to gently rub it in circles, almost to the music. 

Your cock is fully erect now and throbbing in my hand but I can barely concentrate on it because I can feel something warm on my inner thighs. It takes a moment but I finally realize that it is my own moisture that has started to run down the inside of my thighs. My clit is swelling and throbbing so hard I think I will explode all over your hand and with every circle you make, I can feel my orgasm get closer and closer, building up from deep within me and feeling like it will consume my entire body. As I prepare to try and hide my orgasm, you stop dead and I gasp and glare at you like you were my mortal enemy. You laugh and pull your hand from my skirt and take a sip of your drink. I am completely shocked and confused when you put down your drink and lean towards me to whisper "I have a surprise for you." Still in shock, I reluctantly let you lead me to the dance floor.

The dance floor is jammed and we squeeze our way to the back of the floor when conveniently one of my favorite songs comes on and we get right into the dance. We dance close together without grinding; feeling each other's warmth through the air, the other couples so close we are almost touching. Then you turn me around and say, "Its time for your surprise." 

You press my body against yours and I can feel your cock, as it is still half hard. We dance and your hands explore my body as you grind your body against mine and I feel your cock start to harden against my ass. I realize that your cock is pressing against my bare ass as my skirt through the process of dancing, has risen up to bare my ass and pussy. You lean closer to me and kiss the back of my neck. I can feel your tongue caress my soft skin as your lips suck gently above my collarbone. Meanwhile, you have undone your pants and removed them. 

I can feel your hard warmth pressing upwards against my pussy between my legs. I slightly grind my hips forward and backwards so my swollen pussy lips and ass rub along the length of your erection. 

We both moan in ecstasy as we continue to grind against each other. Then as if you read my mind, we move my hips back just a bit further so that the head of your cock is positioned perfectly between my swollen pussy lips and you thrust forward slowly but firmly enough for your cock to push past my swollen lips and into my burning wet tunnel of love. You enter my pussy slowly enough for me to feel every inch and vein pulse inside me as you push your entire length into me. It feels as if the head of your cock is pressing against the front of my stomach it is so deep. 

I moan as your cock stirs deep inside me as we grind to the beat on the dance floor. I can feel more of my hot moisture running down the front of my legs and you can feel my juices squeezing out of my pussy onto your balls and down your legs as well. You start to tilt your hips upwards with every stroke into my pussy so the head of your cock presses against my g-spot. My body tenses up and I gasp because the sensation of my g-spot while I am standing up has caught me by surprise. I turn my head towards you and tell you that I won't be able to control myself in a few short moments. You smile and you tell me that is exactly what you want. 

You start to exaggerate your movements, each rotation of your hips more pronounced, not caring who notices now, it didn't matter anyway and my hands reach back and grab a hold of your hips as my cum wells up inside me. Your cock is throbbing with each thrust and you have to let go. Your body convulses against me as your cock spurts its hot sticky cum inside me, heavy and hard against the inside of my pussy. This sends me over the edge and my body tightens up and I feel like my entire body is overwhelmed by each wave of my orgasm. 

Shaking as my pussy squeezes your cock with each spasm, it feels like it will go on and on and on, we clench onto each other there on the dance floor. As you withdraw from me I look around and realize that many people have noticed us but they just smile and continue to dance. It was then I also realize that everyone around us was doing the same thing and many had removed their clothes. I turned to face you and wrapped my arms around you in a kissing embrace and as we were holding each other, the nude couple behind me unsnapped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. 

They started dancing around us and rubbing against us along with the other couples but being there first, they indicated that they wanted to change partners. Of course, you had already known this would happen. You had already removed the rest of your clothes. My new partner was holding me in an embrace pressing me to him. He was grinding himself into me and I was caught up in the sexual excitement of it and went along not able to protest. He was tall, well built and strong; his engorged manhood pressing into my stomach and ribcage as he held me close; grinding and thrusting to the beat of the music. I lost sight of you as his gorgeous creature pulled you away from me. I was so caught up in the wild beating of the music, the sights and smells of the sexual frenzy going on around us that I did not even think of protesting. 

When he lifted me up to place the head of his cock against the swollen lips of my love tunnel and thrust into me, I was willing and ready for him and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His mouth and lips went to my breasts and he licked, nibbled and sucked on them as he thrust himself into me to the beat of the music. His hands were holding me by my ass cheeks and he was bouncing me up and down as he was thrusting, doing all the work. I was just along for the ride and oh god it felt good. I was in ecstasy as the waves of orgasmic bliss ran through me again and again. Several songs had played during this but I was lost, near to passing out from the intenseness of my orgasms. It was near the end of one song that had a very intense beat that I felt him tense up and pull me down hard on him and he thrust in as deep as he could go as his body spasmed and jerked and he drained himself into me. He held me tight as I held him and I felt his throbbing cock jerk as it pumped his cum into me stretching me even more it seemed like with each jerk. 

I saw you and his gorgeous creature watching us with smiles upon your faces and you both came over to us and helped hold me as he finished his orgasm and slowly pulled himself free from me. 

I would have been satisfied with just this encounter, if we had gone home just now from the club. I had lost my inhibition and had my fantasy come true. You had been reluctant to bring me here, trying to talk me out of it actually and I know you were trying to get me out of there as you were trying to direct me back to our table and help me dress but someone grabbed me by the arm and led me to another room. You, in loosing your battle to keep me for yourself with just this one encounter followed. 

Not realizing where I was in my sexual frenzy now, my eyes gazed across a huge expanse of multi-tiered circular stages surrounded by stadium seating, each lit with bright, thin-beamed spot lights of varying colors, strobe lights and laser lights, all pulsating to the rhythmic beat of the music. 

In the center of the room was a long low stage about 3 feet off the floor, with similar lighting, the music was crisp, loud and sensual. Each stage contained one or two of the hottest girls on the planet, along with some of the hottest guys. Some were dressed in the tightest clothes I had ever seen, obviously just starting their individual performances, and others in various stages of their clothes stripped off. Some were completely nude. 

I also noticed several bars tucked away around the room too, but I was mesmerized by the dancers on the stages, they were unbelievably beautiful and sexy. There were really good looking men and women everywhere I looked in various stages of undress and some completely nude like we were. 

You held me closely to your body and pulled me over to a bar to get a drink. "Just one, I wouldn't want you to lose control in here, not without me at least," you said with a huge grin. 

I pulled you to me and after planting a long wet kiss playing my tongue inside your mouth, I said, "Eric, you turn me on like I have never been turned on before, don't stop, ever." 

You grabbed my ass and pulled me to you and whispered loudly in my ear, "Never my love." We sipped our drinks near the edge of the dance floor as we ground our hips into each other to the beat of the music, slowly pressing into each other as I stood sideways to you slipping my hips between yours.

Finally you took the drink from my hand and pulled me into the middle of the dance floor, with the multi-tiered stages all around and the low stage closest to us. We danced and touched each other erotically, sliding our hands over each others bodies. We danced and danced as the sweat poured from us, when I noticed from time to time that all the dancers were not always coming onto the stages from the rear, but that patrons would jump on stage to perform as well.

I thought that this was really cool, how erotic it would be to put on a show for you. Suddenly the lights on all the multi-tiered stages turned off and only a few laser lights shot through the dark onto the main low stage. 

Everyone seemed to move on to the dance floor crushing us against each other when I suddenly pulled you through the crowd to the edge of the stage. As two dancers were getting off, I sat up on the stage and smiled mischievously at you as I rotated my legs on to the stage and stood up. The crowed seemed to sense my excitement building within me and began to clap. The music seemed to get louder as I began to move about the stage as if I had been doing it all my life. 

Grasping the pole in the middle I spun around and wiggled my body in sync with the rhythmic pulses vibrating the pole and the stage under my feet. My movements were fluid and I felt as if I were in some type of trance, like an athlete "in the zone," and as I spun on the floor near the edge of the stage, I stopped spinning and with my back to you, I lay back into your arms, allowing you to bend over and suck at my hardened nipples, hardened by the excitement. I stood up again as the crowd began to cheer and go crazy at my every erotic move. As I danced and wiggled my ass, the crowd accelerated its frenzied shouting and clapping over my movements and my body. 

As I was dancing, I watched the crowd part for this black guy walking toward me from the back of the room. He was a huge black man, a body builder from the looks of his rippling muscles. The area around him cleared when he approached, everyone getting out of his way. As he stood at the edge of the stage and watched me, I tried to watch him. The flashing laser lights would not let me have a really good look at him. I danced more erotic now, humping the pole, thrusting my pussy at him at each twirl, running my hands over my body, massaging my breasts for him, letting my hands roam to my pussy and fingering myself. I was totally "zoned" in what I was doing now, oblivious to the crowd and gyrating to the beat of the music, dancing for him. 




The Dress



Returning to sit down at the edge of the stage, I spread my legs and wrapped them around him. He picked me up and swung me around on the dance floor as my arms were raised into the air, holding me tightly as he suckled on my breasts, hardening the nipples even more. He sat me back down on the stage when the music slowed down changing to a more tranquil sensual pace with deep vibratory drumming still in the background. 

I pulled him up on the stage with me. We danced together slowly not caring who was watching, as his hands caressed my bare body, lifting my arms and enveloping me as he spun my back to him, and massaged my breasts. He worked his hands down, fingering my naval as I began to moan. His fingers crept down and I could not suppress my orgasm amid this exciting atmosphere as I felt his fingers parting my slippery lips and slipping a single finger inside me slowly and deeply. 

I moaned my delight as he sat down on the floor of the stage with me lying against him, his finger pulled out and pierced in, again and again to my orgasmic pleasure. When he lay back on the stage and indicated for me to straddle him, there was no question that I wouldn't do it. As I straddled him, he placed his large hands under my thighs and held me off the floor with my legs over his arms as I gripped his huge pole and guided it to me. When I had him in position, he just let go and dropped me down on him, his hard pole bottoming out as my pussy landed on his groin. I was impaled and gasp loudly with the suddenness of it. If I had not been so swollen and slick, it would have ripped me apart. It was huge I didn't realize how huge until it was inside me.

I started to rise up but his hands gripped my thighs and held me to him. It was when he finally picked me up and started using me like a rag doll with my pussy acting like his fist jacking him off that I fully realized the size of him and how strong he was. 

I was stuffed full and I felt his hardness slide through my cum soaked pussy sending a shudder through my entire body as his shaft drove slowly deeper and deeper into me never seeming to end. It felt tight. I came again and again as he pumped me up and down on his huge pole. When he began to stiffen and moan, I knew he was close and my body readied itself to take him, beginning another of my own releases. As I quivered in the beginning of my orgasm, he dropped me hard down on him and held me tightly, his huge hands digging into my thighs almost to the point of hurting. That slowed my own orgasm and I thrashed around in utter pleasure as I felt his warm cum splash against my insides. At that moment, my orgasm hit and I screamed loudly of my intense pleasure as my body quivered and shook. We held each other tightly throughout our intense releases and when he softened and withdrew, another man took his place. 

The men that took me were a blur, the number unknown as I slipped into this new sexual frenzy. An ecstasy I had never known before. Orgasms followed orgasms. I found myself not only letting them enjoy my slick love tunnel, but I was taking many orally, sometimes jacking off two men at once while sucking off another while another fucked me. Some stood over me and jacked off letting cum splatter onto my exposed body where it mixed with my sweat coating me. 

I was exhausted when I slowly untangled myself from the heap of bodies on the stage and started looking for you. I hadn't seen you since I had put on my show and when I found you I asked you to get me a drink at the bar as I gathered myself. You had my clothes and I left to find the ladies room to clean up and dress. 

While you were gone, two of the dancers approached me and said they had watched the whole time. They were two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. They were the ones that were dancing center stage as we came in. Embarrassed, I stammered a little bit at what they said about watching us and me. Both exclaimed we were the most attractive couple they had seen here and were so uninhibited and wondered if I was new. 

I said yes and then they said they thought so. Usually there was no actual sex done on the stage. Sex was usually done in the smaller rooms or on the dance floor where some couples had sex while dancing. This was the first time the club owner actually had sex with one of the women on the stage and let an orgy take place there.

"Oh", I thought, "Who is the owner and I didn't get to see the orgy?" 

"Silly," they replied in unison, "He fucked you and you were in the middle of the orgy."

"Oh?" My thoughts were a blur. "Who is the owner?"

"Remember the big black guy? He is the owner and he is looking for you and wants to talk to you. I think he wants to ask you if you will work for him. Shall we get him?"

I thought about you and what you would think of me and replied, "I don't think so." 

I was cleaned up and dressed but with out panties and as I started to leave, he came in and stood there looking at me. He was dressed in a robe.

"God you're beautiful, I want you to work for me."

I started to say no but just as no escaped my lips; he picked me up, hiking up my dress and sat me on the counter. He opened his robe and the largest cock I had ever seen pointed at me. I couldn't believe I had had that inside me. It was so hard, huge and heavy it couldn't stand straight up but stood straight out. I was awe struck and just sat there looking at it when he parted my legs and stood between them. He grasp his pole and started rubbing the swollen head of it up and down my quickly swelling lips. 

"You want this don't you baby?" 

I closed my eyes thinking oh god yes. I could hear the girls giggle and knew they were watching. I could feel myself getting wetter, my lips swelling, opening my hidden tunnel. I heard myself say, "Yes, fuck me." 

He slid in and I was lost. He grasp my hips and pulled me to him as I wrapped my legs loosely around him. He was thrusting slowly into me as I was gyrating my pussy out to him. I was totally concentrating on the feeling of his large cock sliding around inside me. I slid one hand down to my stomach to play with my clit when I discovered I could feel him inside me by laying my hand on my stomach and pressing in slightly. I could feel the engorged head as it moved in and out! I could feel the swollen veins and every ridge on his shaft! I was amazed and with the heightened feeling this gave me, my body quickly began quivering in the beginning of a very hard and intense release. I was moaning loudly now my body tightening up, my legs squeezing him tightly as my body began shaking uncontrollably. I fell back on the counter my body a quivering mass as he tightened his grip on me and yelled he was coming as he released and pumped a huge load of cum into me. I felt him jerk around inside me, his pole flexing with each spurt as it pumped me full of his cum. 

I lay there with him inside me until he finished and slowly shriveled and pulled free. Even then he was bigger than most men I had been with and I felt him pull free. 

He asked again, "Come work for me and you can have this whenever you want it."

I struggled in my reply. "Can I think about it?"

All he said was "OK," and he wrapped up in his robe and left.

I weakly struggled to get up with the help of the girls and thought I needed to find you and get out of there before I said yes. They helped me clean up and I thanked them and left to find you. 

I found you sitting at the bar waiting with the drinks. I took mine from you and sipped it thinking of the fun I had just had and what we were going to have when we got back to your place. I did not want this night to end. I was tired from the dancing and other activity and told you I wanted to go back to your place, I was a little tired. 

It didn't take much convincing to get me out of there. You looked a little disappointed in me and said ok. You didn't ask me what took me so long. 

You held me as we walked to the door and as we were going out I looked around and nodded to some people by the door. You never looked that way so you didn't see them. We were soon out in the night air; cool at this time of year. You hugged me tight as we waited for your car. Finally your car came and we got inside. You looked at me and asked if everything was ok. I kind of brushed you aside and said I wasn't feeling well and we should just go home. You thought I looked a little pale and shrugged thinking tonight hadn't gone well. It might have not been what I expected, this fantasy of mine. Staying close by and watching, he had seen me taken by at least a dozen men and the owner of the club. The owner wasn't someone to reckon with. He was rich and powerful and usually got his way. If he wanted a woman, she was his. You wondered if I was his now.

My mind was muddled by it all, in a fog. I had never been involved in a sexual frenzy like this and knew I wanted to experience more. I wondered if Eric would let me. He already seemed disappointed in me for what happened so far. The way I was acting, maybe he thought this public adventure at the club had been too much and I had gone too far. Would he still want me? 

Tomorrow evening I would be gone. Would I be gone forever? Did I ruin our relationship for this experience? I sat back frustrated, my confidence shattered. We drove home in silence. When we got home, you helped me from the car and led me to the door. When the door was open, I told you I needed to get cleaned up and ready for bed. I asked if you had something for this terrible headache I had. You said yes and went to the kitchen to get some Advil while I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. You came in and gave me the Advil and at that time, I told you I would take only a few minutes to get cleaned up and you should shower up after me. I know you wanted to scrub me and indicated so but I again told you I needed to be alone right now. I said the Advil should be working in a little while and I would be feeling better and we could talk then after I shower. 

Dejected, you left the room. I showered, and came out of the bathroom after about 20 minutes. You looked at me, wanting me to say something and I said the headache was a little worse and all the lights were hurting my eyes, please turn them all off, which you did. I told you it was your turn to shower and clean up. I was going to lie down on the bed, and I wanted total darkness. I closed the shades and your apartment became totally dark except the light from the bathroom. You went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and cleaned up. You came out later leaving the light on and I told you to please turn it off. In total darkness you came over to the bed and lay down beside me. You asked how I was feeling and I said a little better in a hushed kind of voice, not really like my own, but somewhat like mine. 

I asked you to make slow love to me, to which you turned over on me and we embraced in deep passionate kissing and you went down on me making deep passionate love. I embraced you and returned all the pleasure as we came together. There was total silence from me the whole time. You rolled off of me and lay there as I got up and left the room. After a few seconds, I came back and lay down beside you and rolled over on top of you. With out saying a word, I started making love to you and got you hard again and slid you inside me. 

We made love again as I rode you and again we came together; still I was in total silence. I rolled off you to your left side and lay beside you not saying a word. I know you were puzzled as you tried to ask me how I was feeling. I shushed you and you lay there quiet. Just a few seconds passed and you felt the bed move as someone lay down beside you on your right side. Puzzled, you asked what was going on as legs and arms on both sides of you engulfed you. 

Suddenly, the light went on, I was standing beside the bed and in bed with you were two of the most beautiful dancers from the club. You were in total surprise and puzzlement. I laughed and said both had approached me at the club, saw that we were having wonderful fun and asked me if they could join us sometime for fun. I stammered, still a little embarrassed at what we had done, that yes they could and tonight. I told them where you lived and it was my last night here and I wanted to give you a present of them, if they would follow us home. They both said yes they would. 

I said they were the ones that had just made love with you and now the party was really going to begin. We spent the rest of the night making love to you, taking turns getting you off, making sure your pleasure came first. We would not give you time to rest at all. As one of us got you inside, one of the other was either sitting on your face making sure you kept your hardness or the other two of us was doing 69 for you to watch, again making sure you were in total sexual lust. There was no rest for you. We kept this up the rest of the night and into morning. The cries of lust were overwhelming and kept us going. Finally, you said from complete exhaustion, that you could do no more, that you need to stop and build up some energy. 

We, knowing this was so, stopped what we were doing and crowded around you, each of us taking turns playing with your now limp shaft flicking it with our tongues, sucking it into our mouths making sure you no longer had the power to get it hard again. Satisfied that you could not, we all laughed together and said, it is time for breakfast and us girls left you exhausted on the bed and went to the kitchen and whipped together a high energy breakfast for you. When it was ready, we brought it back to the bed and surrounding you, took turns feeding you. After you were done, we took things back to the kitchen, leaving you on the bed resting. Then we girls went and showered and came back to the bedroom to see how you were doing. I suggested you shower while we cleaned up the bed, put on clean sheets etc. and we would be here when you finished showering. 

You, after a nice hot shower came back to the room and found us three on the bed making love to each other. You seeing this became instantly hard, and the night started repeating itself. We all four made love to each other for the rest of the day until I had to get ready to leave. At that time I left the group and cleaned up, packed my things, and with a kiss, left you on the bed with the two beauties that were totally engrossed in you as you them. I said you were to remain with them for the rest of the day and night, I would take a taxi to the airport, to have to have fun darling and I would let you know when I got home. When I left, I knew everything had gone OK and you would let me do what ever I wanted when ever we got together again...



The Dress



My wife, Kim and I, were getting ready to go to dinner and a movie to celebrate our anniversary last week. She told me that she had a surprise for me and to wait in the living room, that she would be out in a few minutes. Kim has become much less inhibited, since that night at the grocery store a few months ago. She knew that it turns me on when she shows her tight body and once she tried it, she found that it made her hot also.

I sat in the living room, wondering if I was going to be treated to another show. I didn't have to wait long. Kim appeared from the bedroom wearing a yellow silk dress. It was a very thin, flowing dress with a hemline that started halfway up her thighs and the neckline descended deeply between her breasts. It was not the movement of her breasts that clued me in that she was not wearing a bra. It was the faint shadows of her nipples through the fabric that hinted at the missing garment. Her legs were bare, opting to leave her pantyhose behind also. 

I let out a long whistle of approval. 

"I'm glad you like it," she breathed sexily. "You don't think it's too much."

"No, it's definitely not too much," I replied, trying to see if she was wearing panties under the thin silk. 

She did a quick spin and her hemline flew up and confirmed my suspicions. All she was wearing was the dress and her yellow strappy sandals. I felt that my pants were suddenly too tight. It was going to be a fun night.

It was an unusually warm evening, so Kim decided against a sweater or wrap. Just her and the silk. I opened the door and we walked out into the sunlight. As soon as she stepped into the sun, I could see that the material of her dress looked even sheerer. I could see the light pink of her nipples contrasted against her pale skin and the faintest hint of her auburn racing stripe. Happy Anniversary indeed. 

I opened the car door for her and she demurely swung her legs in. Always the lady. By the time I rounded the car and got in, she had pulled her dress out from under her so that she was sitting with her bare ass against the seat. She had a huge grin on her face and I knew that she was feeling frisky. 
I quickly pulled out in the street and within five minutes we were on the freeway. I had the sunroof open and the windows down causing a lot of wind in the car. Kim's dress kept blowing around and periodically would flash a delightful expanse of bare thigh. The top of her dress was very loose fitting and the wind likewise played havoc with her neckline. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road with the repeated fleeting glimpses of my wife's anatomy. We drove for a while, Kim pretending not to notice her dress misbehaving. We made small talk, as she kept her eyes straight ahead, even when I began creeping up on a big truck.

I know. It's the oldest cliché in the book. Wife flashes trucker. But when presented with the opportunity, I wanted to see what she would do.

When we approached it, the wind coming off the truck blew Kim's dress even more and lifted the right side of her dress exposing her right leg from her hip down. She was sitting with her hands in her lap, so nothing too intimate was showing, but her entire hip was uncovered almost to her pubic hair so you could tell she was not wearing panties. She did not miss a word of her small talk, but I could see her sneaking glances over at me to see if I was watching. I was. 

We pulled even with the driver, just as he glanced down into the car. He saw my wife sitting with her entire right leg exposed up past her hip. She sat looking straight ahead, but never breaking her train of thought. Every few seconds the wind would whip her dress over and cover her up, only to flip it back again and bare her hip and the side of her ass cheek to the truck driver. For the next few miles, the truck driver paced us, watching the wind play peek-a-boo with my wife's thigh. The whole time, Kim kept her hands in her lap preventing her dress from exposing too much. She knew what she was showing and she was enjoying it. 

Eventually traffic picked up and the truck fell away behind us. Kim's breathing had gotten quicker and more ragged. A blush had crept across her face and down her neck. Most of the traffic we passed could not see into our car, but any pickup trucks or big rigs have no trouble seeing if they wanted to. Kim just sat there and let the wind have its way with her dress. We pulled even with a rather large pickup truck with huge tires. 

Kim took a quick peek to see if the driver was looking, then she lifted her hands to brush her flyaway hair from her eyes. As soon as she moved her hands, the wind lifted her dress up to her stomach. Her pale thighs and red pubic stripe was exposed to the truck driver. She looked strangely prim sitting there, knees together but exposed to the waist. I saw the truck swerve slightly as he stared at my half naked wife. I decided that distracting the driver of such a large truck was not the safest thing and accelerated away. 

Kim's breathing was much quicker and her cheeks were very flushed. Smiling, she replaced her hands on her naked thighs, without readjusting her dress. The wind continued to whip her dress around, but with her hands in her lap, it was prevented from covering her naked things.

We drove the last few miles with her dress pulled up past her waist, but there were no more tall trucks. We took our exit and pulled into the restaurant parking lot. I leaned over and gave her a long, deep kiss and slipped my hand inside her neckline. I caressed her breast and she let out a quiet moan. She loves it when I touch her breasts. She can cum simply from me sucking her nipples. 

I got out and opened her door. She paused before putting her right leg out. Her dress was still up around her waist and she waited until her foot was firmly on the ground before swinging her left leg out also. I was treated to a very brief view of her pussy, spread open and glistening with moisture. Then she was out of the car, her dress falling back into place as if nothing was amiss.



The Dress and the Erotic Evening



This is about an extraordinary evening that my wife Carrie and I experienced last year that changed our marriage. I saw a side of my wife of 17 years that I'd only suspected had existed. 

First a little background:

My wife and I met almost 20 years ago at a week long business meeting. She was a young 23 year old and upcoming operations intern and I was in my early 30's, a divorcee with a new girlfriend. I met her and from the time I laid eyes on her I knew that I needed an exit plan for my new/current girlfriend. Carrie had a gorgeous face and a huge wide-eyed smile that was highlighted by her light olive skin and white teeth. She was also extremely intelligent and the side talk was that she was management material. She had a very quick wit and could pitch shit much faster than any of the men could dish it to her and could keep the room laughing as she did so. She took over our meetings that week with strong presentations and a self-assured manner that left us all of us so called experts extremely impressed. During the week, she and I became better acquainted and it was clear that she was as attracted to me as I was to her. Nothing physical happened that week, (despite my best efforts) as she insisted on taking things slow but it was clear where we were headed.

So often these stories, real or otherwise, begin with a description of a woman with the perfect 36", DD breasts and a small tight ass. Carrie had neither. She carried some weight in her hips and her breasts are small but well formed. Her upper body was, and still is, extremely well-toned and her legs muscular as she keeps in great shape bicycling, running and weightlifting.

Although we had been working for the same company, we were in different divisions a few hundred miles apart. After the ceremonial dumping of the new (now old) girlfriend, complete with the "I'd like to still be friends speech," Carrie and I spent as much time we could together the next few months given the long distance. When we finally did sleep together during her third visit, she was an animal. We were in bed the whole weekend, and when we weren't in bed, we fucked other places to include my car, in a secluded back room of a restaurant and in a department store dressing room. I couldn't believe her sexual appetite and couldn't believe she made me wait as long as she did. In discussing it later that week, she had admitted to being a bit promiscuous in the past (an understatement as I learned later) and liked me too much to fall into that trap with me. She made it clear that I was different and wanted to make sure I wanted her for more than sex. 

I did.

I lobbied to get her a job with a different company, much to our managements chagrin, closer to mine. That eventually happened; we moved in together and were married a couple of years later. During this time I learned a lot more about my future wife. 

Early on we had talked openly (at least I was fully disclosing) about our past lovers and sexual partners. Her "number" was quite a bit larger than mine (at least the number she initially admitted to) despite being 10 years younger, although I had been a faithful husband to my first wife for eight of them. A couple of years after we were married her college roommate (and partner in crime), Jenny visited for a weekend. After a few drinks the stories began to flow. Guys' names were thrown around and it became apparent that there was more to Carrie's past than she had originally thought to mention. The next morning Carrie woke up distant and nervous about what she and Jenny let out during the drunken evening before. I told her that I was fine with it - a bit shocked, very amused, but it had also excited the hell out of me. I actually loved hearing about her ex-lovers and details of their sex. It highlighted the contrast between her and her ultra-religious parents and gave me some insight on the total woman with whom I was in love. She was relieved, but puzzled a bit about my reaction, but in the weeks and months that followed, our sex life, which had settled into the routine, came alive with more passion than ever. Slowly I asked her to tell me more about her past escapades. She was reluctant for a while and shared only little bits and pieces. Finally one night as I pushed her for more, she gave me a resigned look. Then, with a sly smile she said, "are you sure you can handle the whole truth?"

"I think so," I replied. With that she went to a box in the back of our closet. I had noticed it in the past but it was full of older clothes and other knickknacks' and I had paid no attention to it. She dug through it and came up with a diary - actually two full books. 

"Most of it is girly feelings stuff but the stuff you're probably interested in starts here." She leafed through it and found the day that her parents dropped her off at college for her freshman year. She had been a virgin all through high school which was in line with her religious upbringing. That very evening, after her parents had left their perfectly innocent and pure daughter, she met two guys, Randy and Trevor at the college kick-off dance. They were upper classmen and very good looking and had some tequila in a water bottle that she helped herself to. She "innocently" went back to their room. They introduced her to the art of pot (the first time she had smoked anything) as well as the art of porn and proceeded to get her more drunk. She ended up losing her virginity to Randy after Trevor passed out. Fortunately for Trevor, she made it up to him the next night. 

She wrote a lot about her feelings and why she decided to lose her virginity with total strangers but it had excited her to no end. She loved every minute of it, especially Trevor as they fucked for weeks on end, sometimes in the woods behind the campus. After reading this first entry I paused and asked her more about it. It wasn't so much rebellion against her strict upbringing; it was mostly curiosity and the freedom that being away from home gave her. It was also total pleasure. She discovered in those first weeks in college that she LOVED sex and needed much more of it (as well as pot and alcohol) and it really didn't matter with whom. I read on for the next hour or so. She read with me and guided me past the "boring" parts. 

Her freshman roommate did not approve of her new lifestyle (it was a small Christian school) and called he a slut. Jenny wrote that she was offended for about 30 seconds, and then said proudly out loud, " I guess I am." Her roommate was appalled and declared that she could not share a room with such a morally corrupt person. Carrie was amused and soon moved in with Jenny, who had similar "moral" values. 

I read on. She wrote of conquests and contests between her and her new roommate. She didn't go into specific detail of each escapade but there were plenty of them to read. Besides the frat parties at a neighboring university, and other college guys at her school, there were professors (although she needed no help academically - she was a 4.0 student), a construction worker who was working on a new building on campus that she lured in like a spider (and then a few days later got his co-worker) and the father of a previous conquest who was visiting his son for the weekend. She even wrote of being bi-curious and acting on it. There was an occasion where both she and Jenny had "struck out" one evening and made up for it by fooling around with each other. They had contests over who could get which guys and then get each other's guy. There seemed to be a rule that if one of them was in a relationship, he was fair game for the other. That way they could tell if he was a "keeper." None, it seems were, but a couple lucky guys got both of them at once. I was trying to keep a mental count of lovers as I read but I lost count in the 40's.

"Did you two really argue over who was the bigger slut?" I asked. 

"Yes" she smiled, "We actually loved the reputation and the power it gave us. We became quickly known as the campus sluts, which of course was perpetuated passionately by my first roommate. You wonder why I don't get a Facebook account. I really don't want to 'friend' anyone from that part of my past."

She did assure me that this behavior was well in the rear view mirror. I represented a new chapter in her life which was much more important than her college life. She was not ashamed of her "slut days" as she called them, but just a phase that she had experienced and moved beyond. In fact the diary did show that this promiscuity really only lasted until the middle of her junior year when she settled down with one guy that she thought was "the one"...that was until Jenny "bagged him." She went through and emotional break up with him, stayed celibate and dated no one for over two years, concentrated on graduating and getting a job. That's when she met me. 

"What I'm most amazed about, Honey," I told her after reading the final entry, "is how you drank and fucked most nights, were stoned most days, and still graduated with honors." She just shrugged her shoulders. She really is that smart.

She seemed to have sowed her wild oats and admits that being drunk and stoned was at the root of most it. Her actions over the past 17 years have backed up that claim. She only drinks periodically, and on rare occasions has too much, and I've never seen her get stoned. I have no reason to doubt that she has been a loving and faithful wife and mother. She dotes on me and me on her. We have our occasional flare-ups and fights but we are both successful, type A personalities (she more than me) and it's bound to happen. Our love always conquers and we have two great kids to show for it. 

That's not to say that there have not been some of those rare occasions where her old self has slipped out just a bit (which by the way, seems to coincides with the rare occasions that she drinks too much). A number years ago, at a friend's 40th birthday blowout bash, she had been dancing with one of our other friends and at one point I left them outside on the lawn. It was dark and I had gone in the house for a beer and was caught up in another conversation when Carrie stumbled in, pulled me aside and planted a huge kiss on my lips and stuck her tongue as far down my throat as it would go. When she came up for air she looked at me and said "I just did that to Steve." 

She waited for nervously for my reaction and she was noticeably frightened. I laughed. "Did you both enjoy it?" 

"Uh...yes..." she said hesitantly. I guided her hand down so she could feel the bulge in my pants. She smiled in relief and her drunken explanation was - "His wife is such a bitch and I felt sorry for him." 

I smiled even more widely "You're right, she is. Go have some more fun. I'll see you in a while." I wasn't sure what "more fun" would entail but my heartbeat raced as I watched her rush back through the crowd as she grabbed Steve and took him in the direction of the side yard. They reemerged 10 minutes later when, from what she said, Steve started to get nervous that his wife would try to find him. They had only done some more making out.

The fact that Carrie immediately revealed her indiscretion to me confirmed that she did not do these things behind my back. I'm pretty sure Steve's wife was not subject to the same honesty.

Over the years we occasionally visited nude or clothing optional beaches, spas or resorts and she has no problem showing off her gorgeous olive skin that tans almost instantly. On one memorable trip to a clothing optional resort in the Caribbean, Carrie and I were lounging by the pool when an older gentleman, an Ivy League professor that we had met earlier in the trip, stopped by to chat. He sat down on a chair at the end Carrie's lounge chair and they began discussing industrial robotics, properties of metals and English Literature (there's that intellect again) while the entire time he gazed up and down her totally nude body. Every now and then my wife would open her legs a bit to give him a strait shot up her then shaved pussy. The professor started the conversation nude but slowly and discreetly (he thought) pulled a towel up over his waist to hide his hard on.

My wife laughed later about how much fun it was to tease the poor guy and she took it further late that evening on the beach, making out with him and playing with his dick under his shorts (she told me they would be there so I could watch from the shadows). 

On another occasion we were on a ski trip with four other couples in a large cabin. One of the evenings progressed into a naked hot tub party which consisted of Carrie, one other wife and the five of us guys, including Steve. The three other wives went to bed early disgusted at the direction that the festivities were taking. 

The evening progressed with Carrie and the other remaining wife drinking shots and smoking cigars with us and the abandoned husbands (all of us in various stages of undress). She and the other wife would periodically lapse into make out sessions just to tease us guys - she does like teasing. Unfortunately both women passed out before things had an opportunity to get really interesting. I felt sorry for the others, especially Steve. He had had a taste of Carrie's kiss a few years before, but then spent an evening nude with her with no touch and even witnessed her making out with another woman. His own prudish wife won't even let him see her naked, although at about 300+ lbs. it's probably for the better. 

Other than the make-out sessions and exhibitionism, there had never been any sexual contacts outside our marriage. Anytime the subject or swinging, threesomes, or swapping came up, it would not go far. She made it clear that she was not interested. 

That changed one evening and it all started because of an unfortunate accident, a borrowed dress, and of course, alcohol.

We had received a wedding invitation to her cousins wedding in another part of the country. She had only met this cousin a handful of times when they were young. We were just going to send a card and a gift but Carrie received a full press guilt trip from her mother and we agreed to go. We left the kids with my parents and flew in on a Friday night before the Saturday afternoon wedding. We checked into the hotel and met up with her parents and other relatives the next day. With less than an hour before the wedding we were presented with some news - one of the bridesmaids, another cousin, had been in a car accident. She would be OK but her injuries included a badly broken leg and she could not leave the hospital. 

Apparently the bride didn't have that many friends. She had no sisters but wanted a relative in the bridal party so Carrie was asked to substitute. She felt a little weird about it but agreed, but then reconsidered when she tried on the dress that she had to wear. It had been fitted for the other girl who was much bustier than my small breasted wife. There was no time to tailor it as it was less than an hour before the ceremony so she had to make do. 

The other bridesmaids did what they could with safety pins and double stick tape but the result was that the plunging v-neck plunged down almost to her stomach making it impossible to wear a bra. She looked like JLo at the Oscars. She balked and said that there was no way she would go out in front of people like that but a couple of glasses of wine and very discreet joint provided by the wedding planner of all people, relaxed her enough and helped her confidence. The bride and the other bridesmaids convinced her. The poor groomsman that walked her down aisle, a teenaged nephew of the groom, could hardly keep his eyes straight as he walked her up the short aisle. He kept straining them hoping to get a nipple shot. 

Unfortunately the bride and the rest of the wedding party were not pretty ladies. They were very nice girls but were all very overweight and some downright homely. Carrie stole the show, especially in that dress. The ceremony was fine but Carrie felt bad and was uncomfortable at the reception with all the attention she was getting. Her father pulled me aside and asked me to get her out - he was getting more comments about his "beautiful daughter" than his brother - the father of the bride. We had a drink and some cake and politely made an early exit. 

It was a warm summer evening in the south and the venue was downtown. As we walked back toward our parked rental car I began to realize that I could be wasting a perfect opportunity. I would never again get Carrie, my somewhat prudish wife, out in public dressed like this. As we walked past a lively bar I suggested we stop in.

She looked at me horrified, "I can't sit down in a bar with this dress."

"Why not?" I replied. "We're in a city that neither of us has ever been, and will probably never be again. We're far away from home and you will never see any of these people for the rest of your life. Besides, the tape seems to be holding fine so you won't actually be flashing anybody. It's still early and it's an evening without the kids. Plus, think of all the teasing you could do."

After a contemplative pause a sly smile came over her face.

"Those are very valid points." With that we made our way in. 

It was a young crowd and bar was filled with professionals winding down after a week at the office. At 50, I was probably the oldest in the bar but Carrie fit right in. We found a dark booth, I got her a couple of shots immediately to get her over her half exposed chest and we settled into a comfortable chat for an hour or so. She was getting constant stares - lustily from the men, rolling eyes or disgust from the women but at that point we really didn't care.

As the evening progressed the bar became a little more crowded. When a live band came to the stage we decided to dance. Carrie danced quite stiffly as the alcohol had run its course and she was beginning to feel self conscience again about her dress and began to talk about calling it a night.

We returned to our table to pay the bill but I excused myself to go to the bathroom (which had a line). When I came out, a well-dressed blond man who looked to be in his late 20's, was sitting with Carrie at our booth with an empty shot glass in front of each of them. The waitress returning with a second round..."Damn, that was quick" I thought. 

I stayed back and watched for a while. As the alcohol took its effect, I could see Carrie relaxing more and more. She was laughing continuously and it was obvious that she was very amused by this guy. She was no longer concerned about her dress and I'm pretty sure her new friend wasn't either. After about 15 minutes, I saw him hold out his hand as to ask her to dance. As she was being led out to the crowded floor she looked over her shoulder at me with a shrug and I gave her a big smile and the "go on" wave.

I settled back at the bar and started a conversation with the bartender that had just started his shift. His name was Chris and he was the manager. He noticed that I was watching a particular couple on the dance floor.

"That's Tony." he said.

"Who?"

"Tony - the guy dancing with the lady with the low cut dress." As we watched, they began to dance closer and closer and eventually ended up in a full body dirty dance. 

In the middle of the song she turned away from him and rubbed her ass against his pants (and probably hard cock). He placed his hands on the elbows of her upward reaching arms and slid them down her body and quickly over her breasts. He even managed to get his pinky finger under the side of the dress for a quick nipple touch (probably obliterating the double stick tape) before moving down to her waist, and then around back to her ass - a motion he repeated several times, stopping longer around her tits when he thought no one was looking. Sometimes he moved his hands around to the front between her thighs and rubbed his fingers against her clit through the thin fabric of the dress. I failed to mention my wife never wears underwear (and I don't think she owns any), which had been another reservation of her wearing that dress - it was thigh length and she did not have time to go buy panties or hose. She only had the dress, high heel shoes and some jewelry on her body. 




The Dress and the Erotic Evening: Carrie's View



I'm writing this as an addition to my husband's story "The Dress and the Erotic Evening." Read that first if you haven't already or this one won't make much sense. Also, this is not a "hot story" so if you're looking for that there is obviously many more to choose from on this site. This is merely a factual account of that evening from my point of view as well as a little of our history as a couple, and of my experiences before, to put it into perspective.

Where to start...?

I have no idea where my husband came up with his user name - Prince020402?? He is a prince most of the time but also can be a little full of himself at times. His account of both my previous sex life, as well as "the night" are pretty accurate. I decided to chime in, well, I guess just for fun and to give my account of what was going through my mind that evening. Maybe later I'll go in more detail regarding my college years in subsequent submissions. Mark (not his real name, nor is Carrie mine) has rather successfully managed to keep the people involved, where we live, where I went to school, the bar, and other details vague as not to arouse suspicion in friends and family who may happen upon his story. I'll be doing the same.

Mark and I have enjoyed a fantastic marriage by any standards. We love each other unconditionally are very secure in that love and are very confident in our future together. That has not always been the case. Early on in our relationship he was fairly insecure, partly because his trust had been destroyed by his first wife and partly because I was still an immature bitch at times that would flirt with other guys while we were dating. It was only flirting though, because soon after we met I knew what I had - a man far superior in character and kindness than anyone I'd had in the past or could hope to get in the future and the best possible father I could have for our future children. I would not have done anything to jeopardize it but still had a penchant for being a bit reckless. Had Mark found out the extent of my past in those early years, he would not have been able to handle it. Even he admits that now. Also, I spend most of my work life with men, and while I think that there are so many more beautiful women, I do get my fair share of stares, ogling, flirts and outright propositions, especially when I'm on business trips. It drove him crazy and threatened our relationship and our marriage in our first few years. A lot has changed since then, mostly my attitude when I finally began to fully appreciate how much those things hurt him. Even though I never took advantage of any advances by other men, I became much more resolute in showing my love for him and he finally began to accept it and trust it. Somewhere along the line he became so trusting and confident that fantasies of me and other people began to enter into his psyche and willingness to act them out became much more arousing to him than threatening. 

That's about when my college roommate Jenny came into town. That evening, as the drinks were downed, and some pot was smoked, the stories began to fly. The next morning, when I realized what had been said, I was scared as hell. I wasn't sure to what extent he'd be upset, hurt, intimidated, disgusted...I didn't know. Instead I woke up to an very horny guy and we had some of the best sex we'd had in months, no years. He told me that he trusted me and not only loved the stories of the sex life that Jenny and I had prior to meeting him but was extremely aroused by them. At that point things changed. He loved hearing about the slut I had been. The Eagles lyrics "I'm looking for the daughter of the Devil himself and I'm searching for and Angel in white, and I'm searching for a woman that's a little of both..." He loves that line because he now feels he has it.

From that point on, he prodded me into telling him more and finally I let him read my college diary. 

The sex between us got even better. 

Our role playing took on scenarios of him being some of my previous lovers. I'd tell him of some of my stories to get him aroused (I may have embellished some in the throes of passion). It was then that he divulged his fantasy of watching me with another man, as well as a woman (which I knew since it is every man's fantasy, right?), and he suggested that I contact some of my college friends. I didn't, mostly because I really didn't want to involve anyone from my old life and the ones I did know about (Jenny made sure to update me) were married and had families. I was not about to meddle in someone else's marriage. Honestly I was fine keeping it all as fantasies and memories. I knew Mark was too but I also knew that he would jump at the chance to have someone else to share me with should the right situation arise. I was intrigued with the thought, after all, my adventurous sexual side had not subsided, I had just have focused it into our marriage instead, but in my heart knew that if I was sure Mark could handle it, I could have some fun with it.

We began to lightly act out some of those fantasies. We didn't really plan any of them but with my new found knowledge of my husband's turn-ons, I let some spontaneous situations progress further than I otherwise would have. 

The story about Steve at the birthday party was true. We left the dancing innocently enough and found a side yard where we could not be seen to have a cigarette. Somewhere in the middle of our conversation he pulled me in and kissed me. Drunk and not thinking clearly, I didn't resist and plunged my tongue down his throat but then, realizing the line that had been crossed I ran in to let Mark know what happened. Once I found he was OK with it I found Steve again. We headed to the same spot but after some more making out and some light petting I came to my senses and called it off. He is married and despite the fact that his wife is a miserable bitch and he is unhappy, they do have a family together and unless he grows a pair and does something about it, I'm not going to be a part of anything that may happen. The last sentence in my husband's story - I don't remember saying it. I do feel sorry for Steve but I will not go there again. That's not to say I haven't teased him a few times throughout the years.

I have been, and still am, somewhat of a voyeur and an exhibitionist. In college I hung out at a lake beach that sometimes tolerated topless sunbathing, often being the first to shed my top to hopefully encourage other girls to do the same. Sometimes it worked; sometimes I'd spend the afternoon as the only one topless. On one occasion I stumbled down to the beach, stoned, and then realized I had no swimsuit or underwear on. I wanted sun, so I did the logical thing and stripped completely and spent a few hours in that state. Someone eventually called the police and I awoke with a very good looking policeman standing over me reluctantly telling me that I had to cover up. As I did, I whispered my phone number to him and he called a few days later, but that's a story for another submission.

A few years into our marriage Mark and I began vacationing at clothing optional resorts (spurned on by Jenny's stories of me at the lake park). The story of the college professor in the Caribbean was true... and a lot of fun. He was a very lonely widower and a really nice guy. We got a little drunk and fooled around on the beach. We kissed and he rubbed my breasts as I played with his dick under his shorts. Unfortunately he came in my hand in a very short time and he was done (Viagra would have been a big help). Since Mark and I had talked about it, I would have let him have me that night but the poor guy couldn't hold on and then he passed out. I'm pretty sure that the attention I paid to him that night left him the happiest guy south of Florida...other than Mark who was watching from behind some trees. Our sex that night was, should I say, very spirited. Unfortunately we had to leave the next morning and we never saw him again.

The ski vacation...that was a hell of a night and completely unplanned. Mark actually didn't do it justice in his story.

I have been very careful not to show my wild side in my current life - not to my current neighbors and community, and especially to anyone I work with. We have children and I don't need rumors (or truths) floating around. 

That weekend however there were five couples sharing a large ski cabin (actually a house). All the kids were younger than 4 years old and were sound asleep in the downstairs basement. The couples consisted of Steve and his wife Brenda and one other couple from our neighborhood, Bill and Linda. Another couple was a cousin of Brenda's - Jack and Jill (I can only be so creative with names), and the other was a couple that none of us knew. There had been a mix up and they were hold-overs from the previous week and were overlapping our party for one night. As I found out during the day, they were swingers and the previous week had been swinging vacation with three other couples in that house. Nancy was a very attractive 50 year old and so was her husband Larry. That night we all began drinking as soon as the kids were asleep. The men began smoking cigars on the covered deck and Nancy and I joined them and shared our own cigar. This apparently disgusted Brenda, Jill and Linda who went to bed shortly thereafter. I was fed up with those women anyway and was drunk for the first time in a long time and did not give a shit. I was also getting horny and Nancy was attractive and very friendly and I was becoming interested. Mark picked up on it immediately as Nancy and I talked at the opposite end of the deck, we began touching each other more in our conversation and started making out when we thought the guys were not looking (but they apparently were). Mark gave me a thumbs up.

Nancy and I finished our cigar and wandered out back to the hot tub which was not visible form the deck. Without really thinking about it, Nancy shed her cloths and hopped in - after all, she had been doing it all week. She looked fantastic for her age, petite body, average breasts and very sexy. Not one to be left out, and still intrigued with more fooling around with her, I followed suit (so to speak). We immediately went straight for each other and began making out and rubbing and kissing each other's breasts. Unfortunately after only a few minutes Steve bounded over and immediately yelled to the guys to come on over. As the guys came around, Steve hurried downstairs to make sure the other wives were asleep. The others just sat awkwardly making small talk trying to catch glimpses of our tits through the bubbles. When Steve came up and reported that the wives were out cold, the three guys (Steve, Jack and Bill) stripped and jumped in with us. Mark and Larry were doing their best to discourage them and send them to bed because they knew nothing more was going to happen if three drunk, horny, married men sat there with their dicks in their hands waiting for the two women to "perform." They were right and the mood was killed. Nancy and I made out and kissed each other's boobs for a little while but I was now somewhat pissed that they had ruined this moment. So was Nancy and I could read the roll of her eyes - "amateurs" is what I'm sure she was thinking - as she called it an evening and hopped out and headed into the house with Larry. I was left naked with three horny guys in the tub and Mark standing fully clothed finishing a cigar. Even though Mark visibly loved every bit of it and would have killed to see more happen, these were his married friends and he knew how I felt about that. I was drunk and tired, and faced with the fact that I had to help teach little kids to ski the next day, but I still couldn't resist giving the three guys one last thrill - actually it was a mean tease as retribution for ruining my evening with Linda. As I scooted the long way around the tub to get to the stairs I slid my ass along Jack and Bill's laps rubbing their hard dicks in my ass crack for a second or two. Since Steve was on the other side of the stairs I missed him but leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick squeeze of his dick, (his desperate tongue caught one of my nipples as I leaned over). I climbed out and grabbed a cigarette from Steve's pants on the floor and enjoyed it while I let the air dry my nude body since there were no towels. They watched me making nervous conversation and wondering what would happen next. I finished my cigarette, yawned, said something about an early morning and then turned and walked back into the house. As Mark gathered my clothes from the floor he shrugged his shoulders and said "Sorry guys." I'm not sure what happened in that hot tub after that but I could only imagine - three naked heterosexual guys, holding their hard dicks in their hands and awkwardly looking at each other.

Nancy and Larry skied with us the next day and left that night. We did exchange contact information with them but we never got together. I am not really that interested in "planned" swinging or the partaking in the swinging lifestyle and neither is Mark. Since they live in another state and have their own crowd to keep them busy, we eventually fell out of touch. 

The rest of the week at the cabin was awkward since all three guys had a secret that none would dare let on to their wives. These days Bill and Steve know better not to say a word about what happened (or didn't happen) that night but every now and then I catch them with a mischievous smile directed at me during kids soccer or little league games or in church. I just smile. Once during a neighborhood picnic, Bill was being a little more obnoxious than usual so when no one was looking I casually backed my ass into his crotch and then reached behind my back with my hand and plunged it into his swimsuit and grabbed his dick. I stroked it a few times and felt it get hard and then walked away. He turned and hustled into the lake as fast as he could before anyone could see his more than obvious hard-on. 

These events remained fantasy fodder over the years for Mark and I and while I know he would have loved for some of these fantasies to be taken further than they were, he also is very understanding and respectful of my feelings towards them. I didn't need to have them happen; I've pretty much lived out my fantasies in college. That being said, I was open to Mark having the opportunity to live out some of his. He had married his high school sweetheart, had been faithful throughout his marriage (even though she had not) and had a few lovers after his divorce but nothing out of the ordinary sexually. I knew all of his fantasies involved me - and someone else. 

So that led us to the evening of my cousin's wedding. 

The night went pretty much as Mark described but there were a few details and embellishments. The dress was not quite as revealing as he described and as long as I was standing upright it really wasn't that bad. I began to realize that I had become the talk of the reception and I really didn't want to take away anything from my cousin's big day. My dad was downright pissed with me for a couple of reasons. 

My father is extremely conservative and has very strict religious morals. Fortunately he is blissfully ignorant of my college days. He was very upset when I came home for my first Christmas break and found out I had started smoking (the one thing I couldn't hide from him). He still has no idea that smoking cigarettes was the least of his worries! 

Before the wedding he had walked in on me smoking a joint that the wedding planner had given it to me to calm my nerves (only my second one since college). I don't think it registered to him that it was pot because he went straight to Mark asking him if I had started smoking again. Bottom line is that he was not happy with me. I was upsetting him by being at the reception and wearing a dress that, as my husband put it, looked like something JLo wore at the Oscars. I was apparently taking away from my cousin's day and so we were happy to make our exit early. 

(Side note: My father and I are OK. He did understand that it was not my fault about the dress and I was just trying to do a favor for his niece. I told him that I quit smoking my junior year of college, which was true, and had a cigarette occasionally when I was stressed, which is also true. What I didn't tell him is that I do smoke on other occasions - when I'm drunk, which isn't often these days - and at work. I am a VP of a manufacturing firm. Sometimes we management people spend too much time in our "ivory towers" as the shop workers complain. I score major points with them if I wander down during their breaks once a week or so and have a smoke with them. I can talk to them and get a feel for shop morale as well as honest feedback and ideas they have for improvements. It seems to make me more approachable).

As Mark and I walked back to our car from the reception that evening I had an idea of what he had in mind. When he suggested we stop in the bar I played coy a little before agreeing. Truth is I was ready for something exciting. I had realistically planned on just a few more drinks, some dancing, showing a little skin, maybe a little flirting with some locals, and then back to the hotel, or somewhere in between if we were feeling adventurous, for hot sex with my husband...but truth be told I was ready for anything. 

Mark and I had a great time for the first couple of hours, just the two of us. We talked about the wedding and had a good laugh about the whole situation, the teenaged boys and grown men trying to peak through my dress, etc. We danced a little. The dress was revealing and while sitting at our booth, dancing or walking to the restroom, I felt a number of male eyes on me but it became apparent that nothing much was going to happen as I really didn't see singles, men or women that interested me enough to pursue anything. We decided to head back to the car much to Mark's disappointment. Before we were to leave Mark got up to go to the mens room. About a minute later a young (almost on queue), very cute, young blond guy came through the door. He quickly surveyed the crowd and then caught my eyes and headed for my booth, although he tried to make it look casual. Mark had taken his jacket with him because we had planned to head straight out and I was waiting for our credit card, so this blonde guy assumed I was alone. He had a cheesy opening line but I invited him to sit down anyway. He was young, good looking and I was extremely flattered that of all the women in the bar, he had honed in on me - and he was probably 15 years my junior. His name was Tony which I promptly forgot and was here on business from Canada. He also smelled like a mixture of expensive cologne and cigarettes, which by this time I was beginning to crave and had planned to stop for some on the way to our car. He knew I was married - I had my ring on - and I made up a story about finding out that my husband had been conversing online with other women and I didn't know how to handle it. I was out after a wedding and the other bridesmaids had to go home to their kids but I was just sitting there contemplating my situation.

As we chatted, out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark emerge from the bathroom and take a seat at the bar. I knew he'd get a rise out of this. Tony reminded me a lot of one of my longer lasting college boyfriends (my version of long was about 3 weeks back then). He was funny, interesting and very complimentary to an older lady. As we got up to dance I looked over at Mark and he had a huge smile on his face so I knew "it was on" however I wasn't sure what "on" was going to be. As we danced I wondered how I would get Tony into something that involved Mark at this point because I'd have to go back on my story - bad planning on my part. I also didn't get the feeling that Tony was the kind of guy who would be up to that sort of thing.




The Dress and the Erotic Evening: Carrie's View



We danced and he copped feels throughout. We kissed and mixed tongues off and on. We grinded a little and I rubbed his cock with my hands through his pants a few times. I kept Mark in my vision as much as possible to make sure he was OK. It was very obvious that he was but I figured that it would end there on the dance floor and we'd to back to our room with those images on our minds. When Tony asked me if I wouldn't mind if we went outside while he smoked I was more than ready for a cigarette myself. Before I knew it, we had sucked one down and were lighting another when he led me by the hand around the corner and through a door to a private section of the same deck. It happened very fast and I really didn't know what was going on until he shut the door behind us. I was drunk, intrigued and hooked however and figured we'd play around a bit and then break it to him that my husband really was here and if we were to go further he'd had to be involved. 

We immediately had our hands all over each other and my dress gave way. He aggressively kissed and licked my tits and had his pants down but I redirected his face to my lower regions and before I could get regain control I was in heaven. I had an orgasm right away but then began to feel very guilty. This is not what Mark and I had discussed. Our fantasies revolved around him being a part of the action or watching. I started to thank Tony and tell him that this was far enough but then realized that I was leaving him with his hard dick in his hand and nothing else. I recognized that this would have been very unkind (although I had done it before when I really didn't like a guy and felt he deserved to be taken advantage of). Tony did not deserve this. I figured a blow job would satisfy him and started to go to work. He seemed to respond quite favorably to me blowing my cigarette smoke over his dick, something I tucked in the back of my mind for the future. The problem was that I was incredibly turned on as well and I was aching below for some penetration and was getting hornier the longer the blowjob went. Running off to get my husband would have ruined the mood. I was drunk and wanting. I was unsure how Mark would take when I told him - and I would tell him...but... did I mention that I was drunk? And not thinking all too clearly? I reached up and grabbed his shoulders and pulled Tony down to me on the bench. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his legs, and pulled him into me as forcibly as I could. I was so wet that he slid right in. It was my first penetration from anyone other than my husband in more than 15 years. It didn't last long, mostly because he was very close to cumming during the blow job but he came long and hard inside me. 

I am on the pill but also knew that what I had done was dangerous. I collected myself, kissed Tony and exited back to the bar. I immediately found Mark. I felt so bad and thought we needed to go someplace to talk it out. As you read in his story, he had seen it all and had other ideas. When he and I were back in the hidden deck by ourselves (under the watchful eyes of a bartender or two) I felt the biggest relief when I realized he had watched and was totally OK with it. What followed was the most exciting sex Mark and I had ever had, even though it was relatively brief. I couldn't believe he was eating Tony's cum out of me and that was a huge turn-on for me too, and even more so when he told me we were on camera.

The Freddy part of the story was fun. He was a hunk and since I knew Mark was game I decided to keep it going. The excitement was even greater for me because I knew Mark and the bartender were watching the whole thing. As far as I know, I've never had sex on camera before. Freddie did have one of the thickest cocks that I could ever remember having. The only deviation from Mark's story was that I didn't let him cum in my mouth I made him wear a rubber when we fucked. By the way, I very rarely use the word "fuck." Mark and I make love or have sex. This night however, I was fucking!!

Before heading up to the office to find Mark and Chris, I had a little chat with Jason because I thought he was cute in a grunge sort of way, like many of my college "boyfriends." For some reason, I still wasn't done. Since he was almost engaged I decided he was off limits but he happened to mention to me that Chris and his girlfriend of 5 years had broken up a few weeks before and he hadn't been laid since. It was all I needed since I did want to finally have a three way with my husband involved. He gave me a wink but I wasn't sure why (it was because he knew everything having watched Freddy and I, and then Mark and I on camera).

The rest happened as just Mark wrote. One thing I forgot to tell Mark was that I'm pretty sure that the guys on the street below that watched me finish my cigarette, with my bare breasts visible, were also wedding guests and one was another of my cousins - the injured girls brother. Either they didn't recognize me (we were three stories up from street level) or didn't say anything because I never got any backlash from it. 

That was almost two years ago and nothing like that has happened since. Our sex life is great, especially since Chris sent the recordings from the cameras on DVD. He seemed to have spent way too much time editing it into a production better than any porn video I've ever seen complete with music and voiceovers. We have it in a locked safe and bring them out occasionally. We do correspond with Chris off and on and do trust him and Jason to keep it discreet. Jason did get married and Chris has since found the love of his life and was recently engaged. He also finished school and has a job as a Purchasing Agent for a manufacturing company in my industry - yes - I set him up for the interview and wrote him a very strong letter of recommendation. Chris's new boss made a pass at me a few years ago and I almost terminated our business with them. Little does he know that his new employee has fucked me, the VP of one of his biggest customers. Chris owes me for setting him up with this job so we're confident he's keeping everything from that night to himself. 

To the people that commented on my husband's story that this kind of thing can't work in the long run, (and insulted us other ways) I'm telling you it was great for us. I'm not sure if anything like this will ever happen again although we're both leaving open the possibility. We're not into fishing on-line or searching websites for opportunities. Please, I don't need people trying to contact us after reading our submissions. We will ignore them. While we'll probably go on other clothing optional vacations we will not go on swingers vacations or go to swingers clubs. If something were to happen in the future it will be unplanned and spontaneous like the wedding night and some of the other incidences that I wrote about. 

That being said, I personally would like to have a threesome with another woman. The fooling around I did with Linda a few years ago made me miss that and I think Mark deserves a chance to have another woman as well. I've floated the idea by Jenny when I called her to tell about the evening (that would be the only way I would "plan" something). She said she'd love to but she's a very free spirit and is off living in another country and has no idea when or if she will be back anytime soon.

I do have to emphasize that we were very, very fortunate that evening and if something were to happen in the future we'd have to be much more careful. I was playing with fire that night (as I did many times in college) and am very grateful that an array of potential of bad outcomes did not happen. I know that they do and I know firsthand from friends that have diseases that have permanently affected their lives and others that have put themselves in situations that ended up in unwanted rough sex or gang rape that left them with physical and emotional injuries. It is one of the reasons I slowed way down after my sophomore year. This could have very easily been me.

I may write about my college experiences in the future. It may help me sort through some of my feelings and it sounds like there are other women out there with similar pasts. Stay tuned.



The Dress and the Erotic Evening



Carrie was fairly drunk at this point and seemed to enjoy every minute of Tony.

Chris went on. "Tony is from Canada and comes to town on business once a month and always comes here. He works the room like a master and seems to always get whoever he wants. He targets married women. The chick he's dancing with now - she's got a ring and by the looks of things, he's on his way."

Almost on cue, Carrie, still grinding her ass against his crotch, turned her head and lips up into him. He put his hand under her chin and pulled it to his mouth and a long kiss began that turned into tongues rapidly moving in and out of each other's mouth.

"See." said Chris laughing.

Carrie knew I was watching but from past experience also knew that making out with another guy (or girl) not only didn't bother me but turned me on.

"I wonder if her husband is here." Chris wondered out loud.

"He is." I replied.

"How do you know? Do you know her?"

"I do and it's me." I laughed.

Chris had a puzzled look and then smiled. "Does Tony know you're here?"

"Probably not," I answered.

Chris then asked a curious question. "Does your wife smoke?"

I was surprised by the question but answered, "Yes, well sometimes, usually only if she's been drinking. Why?"

"It's Tony's opening. There is balcony off the dance floor that looks out over the alley. My patrons go out there to smoke. It's legal because it's not technically attached to the building - there is a small bridge walkway in between. His next move will be to ask her out to join him for a cigarette. The porch wraps around but there is a door at the corner that separates the deck. I'm not sure why the door is there since it's just a wrap-around deck but someone decided that there was some need for privacy. Once you go through that door you're pretty much isolated. It's open air but looks right into the side of the building next door.

"Quite a bit happens back there" he said in a matter of fact. 

"You should mount cameras back there" I said in a kidding manner.

Chris smiled widely and I laughed.

"They're for security, honest" he said in a mocked innocent voice. "Tell me if (smile) your wife ends up there with Tony. You can come upstairs and watch in my office if you want. You wouldn't be the first."

Chris went back to servicing his other patrons and I watched for a few more minutes. Since Tony had rendered the tape useless by copping feels during their dirty dancing, Carrie was having a hard time keeping her nipples covered, something other men were noticing much to the displeasure of their dance partners. I then saw Tony lean over and whisper something in her ear. My wife nodded enthusiastically and he took her hand and led her out the door to the deck, lifting a couple of drinks off an irritated waitress's tray along the way but she didn't stop him. They obviously all knew Tony. 

The door had a big glass panel and I moved toward the back of the room and found a seat where I could see out over the small bridge and onto the deck. Once there Tony pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offered one to Carrie, took one for himself and pulled out a lighter and they shared a light. There were a few others out there and soon after Tony and Carrie arrived a well-built light skinned black man who looked to be just about 21 moved out to the deck. He didn't look like he had any intentions of smoking and I detected quick eye contact between he and Tony. Tony and Carrie spent a few minutes chatting, sipping their drinks and smoking. Just after they lit their second cigarette, Tony took her by her free hand and again led her, this time around the back of the deck where I could see a door open. They disappeared behind it and the black man stationed himself just outside it.

This concerned me now so I had another reason to get to Chris's office to see what was happening.

Chris saw me coming and pointed to the door that led to a staircase behind the bar. He was busy but said he'd be up in a second to turn things on. I climbed the stairs to the office and saw a couple of blank TV screens and it didn't take me long to figure out how to turn things on myself. 

There were two cameras and as near as I could tell one was placed in the corner looking down at an angle at a bench, the other directly to the side just above the level of the bench. The bench was wide and the a back was the wood railing. The overhead camera was color but the side camera was black and white. There must have been a flood light because the small area was very well illuminated. 

Carrie was sitting on the back of the bench with her high heels on the seat and her back to the open air with the side alley below and a windowless building next door. Tony was kneeling on the seat, his body between her legs, his mouth kissing and licking her now completely exposed tits as the dress had finally given way and fallen to her waist. Chris walked into the office.

"Woaw, sorry, I don't know if you wanted me to see that. I see you figured things out on your own."

"No problem. Stay and watch awhile. I'm OK with it. Many, many men have seen my wife naked so I'm not too concerned about it."

Meanwhile, Tony had pulled out his dick but my wife instead pushed his head down so he had no choice but to reposition himself with his knees on the deck. Carrie pulled her dress all the way down (she was now fully naked) and guided his head to her pussy. After a few minutes I saw the familiar euphoric look on her face, which meant that he had his tongue dancing around her pussy lips. She took a deep inhale of her cigarette and blew the smoke forcefully out as her body shivered in orgasm. 

Chris turned a knob. "I have sound too," he laughed as we heard Carrie try to suppress her orgasmic cries, the same muffled sounds she makes when we're having sex and suspect that the kids aren't yet sleep.

Tony immediately moved back up her body but she pushed him back. 

"No, I can't do this. I'm married and I have already gone well past my boundaries."

Tony looked up at her. "You mean you're going to leave me hanging?"

She looked down on his now pathetic, begging face and paused for a while. Upstairs, I waited with nervous anticipation of what she would do. On the one hand I was proud that she realized our unspoken limits even in her drunken state (although she had pushed them further than she ever had), and on the other my excitement level was incredibly high and I really wanted to see a glimpse of my wild "pre-me" wife. I'm sure Chris had no dilemma concerning what he wanted to see.

"I guess I can't do that. I suppose that would be pretty shitty of me."

With that she took one last drag of her cigarette, snubbed it out as she moved her nude body down to the seat of the bench and grabbed his throbbing cock. She lifted it with her hand, her bright red fingernails looking very dark over the black and white camera, and slowly blew smoke on him starting from his balls, up the bottom of his shaft and then engulfed the head with her lips, tongue and mouth. The side camera caught it perfectly. It was incredibly erotic and Chris shifted in his seat. "Holy Shit!"

Carrie expertly moved her mouth up and down Tony's cock which was average size, a little smaller than mine from what I could tell. It was the first cock she had tasted since meeting me and my lovely wife was enjoying the change of pace immensely. Tony moaned as she slurped but from the other camera I could also see her red nails reach down to her own pubic area and she began to move it back and forth.

Just as Tony looked like he was about to cum she stopped, looked up at him with a conflicted look. Then in a resolute voice she said "Fuck it. I'm blaming it on the alcohol."

She stood up, sat back on the bench; spread her legs while forcefully pulling Tony's body directly to hers. She wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him down forcing his cock right into her pussy. Tony pumped with wild abandon and she pumped back just as hard. Within seconds they both shuttered hard as Tony unloaded deep into my wife.

My loving wife, company vice president, devoted mother of two, had just sucked the cock, and then fucked a total stranger (much younger I might add) on the balcony of a bar. 

"Holy Shit!" was all Chris could muster again.

Down below on the deck Carrie quickly gathered her dress threw it on and kissed Tony. 

"I've got to get going."

"Why?"

"I just do. Thank you so much, it was wonderfully exciting." 

With that she scurried for the door. I headed downstairs and found a seat at the bar and sat there like I had been there all night. I saw Carrie hurrying through the crowd in my direction. Chris had followed me down and poured me a half of a beer so it looked like I'd been sitting there for a while. 

It was my turn to have some fun.

"I have to talk to you." Carrie blurted out.

"It can wait," I replied. "Carrie this is Chris, he's the manager of the place. He told me about a place off of the balcony that's secluded." Chris nodded as he put out his hand in introduction. Carrie was flustered but shook his hand.

I whispered into her ear, "Honey, I'm horny as hell after watching you dance and make out with that guy. Let's go find that place."

With that I took her by one hand as Chris shoved a drink in her other.

"Wait," she said as I was pulling her away from the bar. "I need to talk to you. I went too far..." I ignored her and she had no choice but to follow. We passed Tony as he was headed back into the bar and I pretended not to notice him.

"Whatever it is, we can talk about it later." I said like a man possessed (which I was). I pushed through the crowd, out the balcony door, past a few smokers and to the door. Interestingly, the same guy who seemed to be guarding the door was still on the balcony.

"Hi" I said. "My wife and I are curious about what's behind that door. The manager said we could go back there. Do you work here?" In the excitement I had forgot to ask Chris if he knew who this guy was.

At the word "wife", the man perked up and made eye contact with Carrie and smiled. Carrie got a scared look on her face but I turned away pretending not to notice. She downed her drink in one swallow.

"No, I don't work here," he said and stepped away. "Please, go right ahead." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carrie give him that "don't say a word" look. I smiled to myself.

Once behind the door I pulled the dress up and back over her shoulders, fondled her breasts and made directly for her freshly shaved pussy. 

"Honey, you don't want to go down there!" she said frantically.

"I sure do."

"No, really, you don't. We need to talk first...I..."

"I'm not passing up a chance to eat another man's cum out of my wife's pussy."

Now I'm not sure where that came from. The thought of doing just that had never appealed to me in the least. I'd heard that some men get off on "cleaning up" their wife after fucking someone else but thought it fairly disgusting and never envisioned myself being that guy. At that moment, however, it seemed like the perfect thing to do.

"You know???"

"Yep - look up. I think it would be somewhere in that planter box."

"A camera?"

"And over to your left - must be between those wall boards."

I went back to her crotch. There was no mistake - man cum was abundant. Tony must have cum like a racehorse. I can't say I liked it but I didn't 'not like' it either.

Carrie relaxed. "And you're OK with it?... kissing is one thing but..." I shoved my tongue far up the canal where Tony's dick had just been minutes earlier. "Oh, you're actually more than OK with it," she stammered. 

I looked up and said, "It was one of the most erotic things I have ever witnessed, especially the part where you blew your cigarette smoke from his balls and up his shaft and engulfed his cock in one poetic motion. I was impressed. 

"By the way, so was Chris."

I looked up and she was bright red. 

"Give a wave and hello to Chris; I think he's probably watching."

She gave a sheepish wave and I went back to my work. Actually, as we found out later, the other bartender Jason was the one watching. He had run upstairs to get something, couldn't help seeing what was happening on the screens that Chris had left on.

I moved up, kissed her with some of Tony's cum on my tongue while I removed my rock hard dick and rammed it into her very wet pussy. It slid in effortlessly - go figure. She moaned, both because it felt good and because of the massive guilt relief knowing that I knew of her indiscretion and was fine with it. I came faster than I ever had before and pulled out and moved away leaving her completely exposed to the camera and whoever was watching.

We lingered a bit and joked with each other before we dressed and made our way back through the door and onto the main deck. We were met by the black guy who stopped us and asked if we had a good time. I smiled.

He turned to Carrie. "Ma'am. Would you like to stay out and join me for a smoke?" 

Carrie, who is a much quicker thinker than I, had already figured out his game. "Sure...Honey, go inside and get us a seat and another drink and I'll be there in a few minutes."

I did as I was told and got the same seat I had before where I could see onto the deck. I saw Carrie bum a smoke and a light from another woman since it was obvious her new friend was not really a smoker. He talked to her for a few seconds and came back in and disappeared in the crowd. She finished half of her cigarette, snubbed it out and came in and joined me at the table.

"What was that about?" I asked although I think I was beginning to understand. 

"Poor kid thinks he's blackmailing me. He said that he'd tell you all about my rendezvous with the blond guy; ... Gaawed, I don't remember his name..., unless I meet him back there in 10 minutes."

"Did you tell him that I already knew all about it?"

She smiled widely. "Nope."

"You little slut," I laughed.

"Yes I am. Since both you and that guy..." 

"Tony" I clarified.

"Right, Tony, only lasted ... like, seconds, I don't really feel that I got a fair deal tonight. I'm supposed to find a way to get rid of you. Go on your merry way. I think you have to go make a business call or something."

"I'm pretty sure there's a quiet office upstairs" I said laughing, and with that I headed toward the bar. Before I left I turned and asked, "Do I have to worry about the old saying about going black?"

She gave me a condescending smile. "Oh Honey, I've already gone black...a few times, and come back. Besides he said all he really wants is a blowjob. Not very ambitious that guy." I chuckled and as I turned I heard her mocking me "By the way, I've also had Hispanic guys, and Asian... and Middle Eastern... " I wasn't sure if she was kidding or not as her diary hadn't necessarily alluded to the race of her lovers. Later she told me that it wasn't completely accurate...the Asian had been a woman. 

Chris saw me coming and had another beer ready. 

"What do you know about that guy?" pointing to the table where he had quickly taken my place across from my wife.

"Oh, that's Freddie. He's a linebacker for the U. He's really shy and you'd think he'd have no problem picking up women but it's not the case. He made friends with Tony a number of months ago and seems to be content with his sloppy seconds."

I told him how he did it.

"So you're ready to go up and watch another show?" smiled Chris. 

"Yep. Wanna come?"

"Not sure I can. It's pretty busy down here. I'll see if I can break away at some point. I think the equipment is still on."

"It is" said Jason as he walked by on his way to the beer tap. We both looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders. Up until that point I had not known that it was he that had watched Carrie and me earlier.

I headed toward the stairs but turned to look out at their table and saw that she had already vacated it.

I bounded up the stairs opened the office door and the TV screens already had "the show" on. Carrie and young Freddie were kissing madly and Freddie had one of his hands inside the dress cupping one of my wife's breasts. Within minutes, the dress that started this whole series of events came off for the third time that evening.

Freddie then began kissing and nibbling on her tits.

Upstairs, Chris bolted through the office door. "What have I missed?"

Carrie moved down and began unbuckling Freddie's belt and then pulled his pants to his knees. Out popped one of the largest monster cocks I have ever seen and the side camera got it in all of its glory. I'm not even going to speculate how big it was. Carrie didn't react. It was obvious that she had "been there, done that" and expected it. She told me later that in her experience, the stereotype is definitely true.

She immediately took him into her mouth and expertly alternated moving her lips back and forth, pulling out and tonguing his balls and shaft. The girl can give one hell of a blowjob. She ran her long nails up his six-pack abs and then digging them in on their way back down. It was all very familiar to me but I had never seen her do it done to someone else and it was wild. She began deep throating that massive cock and I couldn't believe she could handle it all. Freddie couldn't hold out much longer and shot a huge load down Carrie's throat, pulled out and shot more over her face and tits. 

He stepped back, out of the sight of the cameras but we could hear him let out a "That was incredible. You can go find your husband now, I won't say a word."

She laughed. "Oh no you young stud, I'm not letting you take that monster dick away yet." She wiped her face and tits with the dress, pulled him back into the camera's view. We then saw her rise, pressing her nude body against his the entire way running her nails over his massive chest and biceps. As she stood up she looked over his shoulder at the camera she winked at us.

Jason had come in to join Chris and I minutes before.

"Do either he or Tony know the cameras are there?" I asked.

"Not as far as I know" answered Chris.

She French kissed Freddie passionately and ran her hands back down to his flaccid, 21 year old dick stroking it until it was hard again, which didn't take long. She turned him around and sat him on the bench and climbed on top facing him. She started with a steady back and forth motion with her small breasts rubbing against his face and protruding tongue. We realized she was only rubbing his cock against her pussy lips (camera limitations) because after a couple of minutes she rose up (way up), reached down and guided the massive member of this kid, who was half her age, into her wet pussy. She moved down slowly while both of them groaned. It took her a few strokes to lower herself completely onto him but as soon as she did I saw the familiar look on her face and her body tightened as her first orgasm rippled through her body. There was a second minutes later and after a few more she lifted herself off, turned around and faced the camera and remounted him. She bounced up and down as he reached around and grabbed her tits and was not long after that when Freddie unloaded his shot of cum into my wonderful wife joining Tony's and mine.

After a few moments she pulled herself off sat on his lap, probably pinching his tired dick between her ass cheeks, and stretched her back over his body. She reached back with her head and found his lips. As she kissed him she spread her legs a bit as if to put on a show for the camera. It was appreciated upstairs and after a few minutes of shocked silence in the office Jason said "My girlfriend won't know what hit her tonight when I get home."

"I just broke up with mine so it'll be just me and my right hand tonight" mumbled Chris. "By the way, who's watching the bar?"




The Dress and the Erotic Evening



"Jack. He's like Norm on Cheers" Jason said for my benefit. "He's always here and will monitor things for us. I told him we had some pressing business upstairs." And with that he left to go relieve Jack of his "duties".

Chris sighed. "This was by far the best, most interesting, most erotic, and most fun I've ever had since these cameras were installed."

We watched as Carrie dressed and then tongue-kissed Freddy passionately before she left him dazed on the bench. She looked back and winked again at the camera before she made her way out.

"Usually I just get to watch Tony or some other schmuck get a wam-bam-thank you ma'am with a Freddy follow-up. Sometimes a husband or boyfriend come up to watch but none have never felt comfortable with me watching so I go back downstairs... so thanks for that."

We talked some more and I was getting ready to head back down and leave Chris alone with his right hand when Carrie came through the office door. 

"The other bartender said you would be up here. Did you both enjoy the show?"

"Actually it was all three of us," Chris blurted but then regretted it.

"Oh, that's why he smiled a lot and was so helpful."

Chris looked up at her. She had her dress on but there was no semblance of neatness. The safety pins were gone and so was the tape. One breast was pretty much exposed. She was holding a cigarette and lighter in one of her hands which she had apparently bummed from Jason. 

"He happened to mention that you just broke up with your girlfriend."

"Uh, yes, that's true" Chris stammered. 

She looked at me. "Honey, may I?" 

"NOW you're asking me?" I laughed. 

She immediately kneeled down in front of Chris, unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them to his ankles revealing his rock hard dick. 

"I won't subject you to everyone else's cum." She lit her cigarette and performed the same trick she had done on Tony and then went to town licking, sucking and blowing smoke on Chris's dick. After a few seconds she stopped temporarily and turned around and said to me, "I have no problem subjecting you to all that cum since some of it is yours, so get the hell over here."

I hurried over, pulled the dress completely off, the fourth time since it was put on for the wedding, and entered my wife doggy style while she continued to suck Chris's dick. After another minute or so Chris managed grunt out sheepishly, "I really don't mind everyone else's cum."

Carrie looked up, smiled at him, turned 180 degrees barely giving me time to pull out, took a drag of her cigarette and performed the same smoky maneuver on me and then sucked my dick relentlessly with her ass now pointing in Chris's direction. He looked at me. 

"Go for it," I said. 

Chris entered Carrie sopping pussy. It was one thing to see her fuck another man on a TV screen but quite another to see Chris's cock move in and out of her, live and in living color, a few feet from me. It was what I had dreamed of seeing ever since I listened to her and Jenny that evening many years earlier. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load into her throat and she took it all as she had Freddie's. She then got up, laid down on the floor and pulled Chris onto her, wrapped her legs tightly around him and they fucked missionary style, her black high heeled shoes wrapped tightly around his ass, her red nails of one hand digging into his back with the other clutching the cigarette between her first two fingers with the other two digging into his ass crack, all the while she was kissing him and sucking on his tongue. He increased the pace, tightened his ass and added his deposit to ours. 

"Sorry for smoking in your office" she finally said getting out from under Chris. "It's probably illegal and you'll have to call the police."

"I'll let it slide this time."

She got up, walked over to the window, still nude and still in her high heels. She stood there finishing her cigarette, flicking the ashes out the window. She knew she was presenting an image that both Chris and I would fantasize about for years to come. It was a half-length window that looked out onto the street and she got from cheers from a couple guys below as they could see her naked upper body. Jason poked his head into the office. 

"Closing time," he announced as couldn't help but stare at Carrie, then at Chris who was sprawled on the floor with his pants at his ankles, his shirt still on and with my wife's juices (and four guy's cum) making his half limp dick glisten. Jason laughed and headed back downstairs.

Carrie finished her cigarette and flicked the butt in the general direction of the guys on the street. She turned back into the room as the guys below booed at her departure from the window.

"Thank you for an interesting but wonderful evening Chris" she said. 

She turned to me. "The dress is pretty useless at this point," she observed. I gave her my suit jacket and she put it on and buttoned the two buttons. Somehow she looked even sexier it that than she did in the dress mostly because the coverage was pretty similar. I wadded up the dress and stuffed it in the jacket pocket.

"I think you should send it back to the poor girl in the hospital - as is - cum stains and all," I said laughing at my own joke.

I looked down at Chris. "I'll let everyone know that this is the best bar in town and must visit when they come to the city." 

Chris didn't know what to say but smiled as we left him dazed on the floor. 

We went downstairs, waved to Jason as the few remaining patrons did a double take at the lady that went upstairs in a dress and came back down obviously naked except a suit jacket with her well-toned legs with high heels protruding below it. It was 2AM and the bars were letting out. We left the bar and had to walk another three blocks to our car. Carrie, as she had since the moment she put on that dress that afternoon, was the object of stares and lustful attention.

When we got back to our hotel room we collapsed in bed but neither of us had had enough. We fucked one more time with more passion and vigor than I can ever remember. Afterwards, I licked more cum stew out of her and kissed her with it. As we lay there before falling asleep I asked, "Remind you of your college days?" 

"My God no! That was waaay wilder than any night I've ever had. I've never had more than one man in a night let alone four... and never two at a time."

"Ahhh... that was your first? I'm so honored" I joked.

"You have to promise never to tell a sole...well, I'll have to tell Jenny of course..., but no one else. Promise!! If the kids ever find out through the grapevine when they're older..."

"That their mother is a slut?" I chuckled. 

"Why do you think I moved so far away from my college town," she replied.

"Of course I won't" I said earnestly.

"Also," she continued, "don't plan on this EVER happening again. It was a one-time thing."

"OK." This was going to last me a lifetime of fantasies, especially since I planned to e-mail Chris and ask for the recording once we got home. 

She continued. "You will again be my one and only from here on out until the day we die. OK?"

"Absolutely!"

We laid there waiting for sleep. Just before I drifted off I heard her say in a barely audible voice, "Although I do still feel sorry for Steve..."



The Dress Shoppe



I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before I headed back to the hotel. 

Walking and looking in the store windows I saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. 

Now usually I can't buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I decided to give it a try.

Opening the door I was greeted by a little bell announcing my arrival and welcomed by a striking lady, who I assumed to be the owner, while another lady sat in a chair nearby. 

With a smile she welcomed me in French, and I replied in English that I was interested in the prints in the window.

Looking me up and down, she asked "a size 4?"

"No" I replied, "I'm a size 6."

"Follow me" she said, as we headed to the back and the changing rooms. 

Upon entering the room I noticed it was nothing like the changing rooms I was used to. It had lamps and a small sofa, which gave it a continental touch.

She motioned to me to remove my clothes so that she could get the correct measurements, and when she saw that I was braless, she remarked "no bra? Oh but you need the support.

That is a D cup, no?"

"No" I replied "a C cup," as I tried to explain that I had been hours on a flight and the straps were hurting my shoulders. 

As she proceeded to take my hip and waist measurements, I couldn't help notice that her eyes kept returning to my breasts, but my gaydar radar didn't tell me she was a lesbian, and I can usually tell because I'm a lesbian.

As she stood behind me to measure my bust she took the measurements, and then cupped my breasts to show me, or so I thought, how I needed support. 

I felt the slightest pressure between her thumb and forefinger on my nipples, and instantly they got rock hard. 

I could see our reflection in the huge mirror. There she was standing behind me with her hands on my breasts and I was loving it.

As she moved her head closer to my ear, she whispered in her cute French accent, "you like that, no, Cheri?" I whispered back "yes" but looking toward the door, I started to question about her friend, to which she whispered "no fear," and dropped one hand to creep under the elastic of my bikini panties to feel my soaking pussy.

As I parted my legs I felt her finger explore the very core of my womanhood, as her other fingers continued to roll and pull my rockhard nipple, and her mouth was on my ear. 

Her tongue licking every crevice, as she finger fucked me in front of that huge mirror. "Cum for me Cheri, and then I want to taste you" she whispered.

My mind was a flurry of thoughts. Here I was in an almost strange city. In a dress shop I had never been in and with a woman I had only met minutes before, who was finger fucking me in front of a huge mirror, but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt the tingle build until there was no turning back, and the floodgates opened with a massive orgasm.

She could feel my pussy contract and my body going stiff as my pussy honey poured out, and I moaned, biting my lip to try and not make noise.

Whispering in my ear she said "yes Cheri, good Cheri, and now I taste you Cheri." With the quickest of movements she pulled down my panties and stepping out of them she led me to the sofa.

Kneeling in front me she lifted my legs over her shoulders, and took a deep breath of my fragrance, before touching my pussy with her tongue, and softly licked like a kitten. 

Exploring my delicate folds with her tongue, and pulling my pussy lips with her lips, before parting my pussy lips with her thumbs so she could lick my inner lips.

Watching her with her mouth on my pussy was the hottest thing I think I've ever experienced and I cupped my breasts with my hands and pulled and pinched my nipples, as I squirmed on the sofa. 

Her kittenish tongue plunged deep in my pussy and she licked and probed my pussy walls.

I noticed her taking one hand and putting it between her legs so she could finger her own hot pussy, and with her other hand she patted my swollen clit as she tongue fucked me.

It was as if I was having an out of body experience, as I saw these two women enjoying each other, when I noticed the door open just a crack, and then close again.

Moments later the door opened again and the lady that was sitting in the chair was standing there totally naked with a huge black strappon protruding out in front of her.

Giving me a smile, as if to question if it was alright, I smiled back to signal it was, and she knelt behind the shop owner who was busily licking my hot pussy. 

Hiking up the woman's skirt from behind she did something I assumed was lubing up the dildo, then I saw her hips push forward abruptly and the dildo disappeared.

I was having unadulterated sex with 2 total strangers and loving every minute. Little orgasms were happening to me, almost one after the other, but I knew it wouldn't take much to have the big one. 

The tingle was building stronger, from the tip of my toes up towards my hot wet pussy, and I tried lifting my hips to get my pussy closer to her mouth.

I had brief thoughts that I was going to ruin this lady's sofa because I gush when I cum strong, but my thoughts went away as the lady who was licking me moaned loudly into my pussy as she came, and that was all it took.

Screaming "I'm cumming," my body tensed up as the most wonderful feeling in the world swept over me. Wave after wave it hit me, until I collapsed in a heap on the sofa, watching the woman with the dildo fucking until she had hers.

"Ze dress will be ready tomorrow Cheri" the lady said as I prepared to leave, and with the little French I knew I said "merci." 



The Dress Up



Standing in the shower, Missy heard the phone ring. On the third ring, it stopped. 

"Hmmm... must have been a wrong number." she thought. 

Turning the shower off, she stepped out onto the fuzzy rug and began to dry off. Another ring and she bolted out of the bathroom, running down the hall, just getting to the phone on the table at the end of the hallway.

"Hey, Missy! Are you ready yet? It's time to shop!" Jenny's voice hit her ear before she could say hello. 

Missy stood there, dripping wet in her towel. She held it with one hand tightly in front of her as the other pressed the phone against her ear. Shivering with goose bumps, drops of water hit the tops of her shoulders.

"I'm going as fast as I can! You crazy girl! Are you ready now?" Missy asked, laughing at her. 

"Yeah, want me to come by and pick you up?" Jenny was eager to speed things up. 

"Sure. Give me about half hour?" Missy replied. 

"I'll just come over now and wait for you there." Jenny said in a rush, as Missy heard the dial tone of the phone. 

Missy dropped the phone on the table and ran down the hall to her bedroom. Leaving the towel in a heap on the floor, she scooped up her tight-fitting jeans off the bed. Tugging and pulling them against her partly wet skin, a grunt and another wiggle, she finally got them on. 

Walking over to the closet, she pulled a sexy, low-cut top off the hanger and then quickly pulled it over her head, trying not to get it wet from her freshly showered hair. Slipped into a pair of high heels, she walked toward the bathroom.

A knock at the door came. "Hey, you locked me out!" Jenny's voice was faintly heard, from down the hall. 

"Pull up on the door knob, it sticks." Missy yelled from the edge of her bedroom door. 

With a squeak to the door, Jenny's heels hit the floor and began walking down the hallway. "Ohh, you're still wet." Jenny noticed, looking at her in the mirror, as she approached her from behind. 

"Yeah, I just got out of the shower when you called." Missy said with a smirk, turning the dryer on. 

Missy bent down and ran her fingers through her wet hair, as the dryer blew her hair from side to side. With a watchful smile, Jenny backed up and then sat down at the edge of the bed. 

With one last touch, Missy smeared glistening lip gloss on. Her make-up light in colors, she added a pair of dangling hoop earrings, as she turned to look at Jenny.

"Okay. I'm ready." She said with a sexy grin, checking out Jenny's similar outfit. 

Jenny wore a short knitted top that dipped down between her breasts which revealed some of the lace from her bra. Her tight low-rise jeans didn't hide her sexy stomach. Her earring's shot straight down too a point as they dance above the dip at her shoulders. 

Jenny leaned forward with a quick hug. "Mmm, you smell good too. I guess we don't need to buy any perfume today." Jenny snickered. 

"Okay girlie, let's go have some fun!" Missy said, grasping her arm as she pulled her toward the door too leave. 

Walking outside, Missy saw Jenny's jeep parked in the driveway. "Where too first?" Missy asked with curiosity, as she jumped into the jeep. 

"Hmmm. well, let's just drive until we see something that grabs us!" with a wink, Jenny started the car. 

Conversation went on about this and that while they raced down the road. The top was off to the jeep with the sun heating the inside, making the seats hot to the touch. 

They pulled up to a street light. "Hey! That's new!" Jenny tapped Missy's arm. 

There was a sign above the building at the corner of the street. 

'The Dress Up' 

It looked as though it has been newly remodeled. Big picture windows went down both sides of the building, starting at the double doors which lead into the inside. Shiny black and red fabric hung from the ceiling, forming a wall of color inside the store front window. 

There was a table and chair placed in the center of the window. Only instead of a mannequin, it was a woman. She wore a black hat that almost completely covered her eyes and a black jacket that was open at the top. Her black stockings peeked out underneath her short skirt as she sat with her legs crossed, comfortably settled back into the chair. 

Missy and Jenny sat in the jeep, glancing at her from afar. Suddenly the sound of a loud horn startled them. "Hey lady, you think you can move that thing?" A guy yelled from behind them. 

"You better pull over and park." Missy said, as Jenny turned at the light, pulling off to the side, parking across the street. 

"This looks like a great start." Missy said with an anxious tone.

Walking toward the building they were approaching the window. Jenny stood mesmerized. "Look at that! She's so still." Jenny said. 

"Ohh look!" Missy bumped Jenny's arm. 

Suddenly another woman appeared as the darkened fabric was pushed aside. Her arms were covered in long, black, satin gloves with a black velvety bra that cradled her breasts. Her neck was wrapped in a glamorous choker with her face slightly hidden by a black mask. Her eyes peered through it as she smiled at them both while walking in front of them, along the inside of window. 

In high heels, the woman slowly walked along the wall of fabric. Her beautiful hips slid against the white string that held her panties tightly around them. With a quick backward glance, the woman disappeared and Jenny's grin became increasing heated. 

"Come on!" Missy's grabbed Jenny's hand, dragging her along.

Red lights lit the way as they opened the double doors, entering inside. At the front desk a sexy woman stood in a long midnight blue dress. 

"Welcome to The Dress Up. Have you been here before?" The woman spoke softly. 

"No" Jenny and Missy spoke at once.

"Okay, we have a small book with stuff you can choose from." Extending her arm and held in her hand, a black book with a red bow around it. 

"You're welcome to look and let us know what your interests are." The woman continued. Jenny held her hand out and reached for the book. 

"Our prices vary on which selection you pick. You may also mix and match to your taste." the woman watched as Jenny untied the bow and began flipping through the pages.

"There are special theme packages for couples." The woman added, as Missy giggled, looking at Jenny with her eye's showing her excitement. 

With a nudge, Jenny pointed at one. "What do you think? That would be fun!" her smile turned wicked, waiting for Missy's reaction.

"Oh yeah! Let's do it!" Missy quickly added with excitement. 

"We'll take the Hollywood package." Jenny said, handing the book back to the woman behind the front desk.

"Okay. All set..." the woman came around, from behind the desk. "...Right this way." The woman began to stroll, taking them down a soft lit hallway. 

There were doors on the right and left. The walls were filled with erotic art. Jenny squeezed Missy hand, looking on in awe, as they finally came to a door. A giant red star was hanging from the center of it. 

"We give you about twenty minutes to make your choices and then you'll hear a knock at the door..." the woman said, waiting for them to walk in. 

The woman stood just outside door, "...You'll find everything you need. There's a full bathroom with a full length mirror also. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ring us." she said, pointing to the phone on the small desk just inside the door. 

"Thanks" Jenny said, as Missy looked around taking in the sights. 

"Enjoy!" and with that said, the woman shut the door, closing them in.

"Come on, let's go check it out." Jenny grabbed Missy's hand with a quick pull. 

Walking around the corner, a black covered bed was at the center of the room. Assorted pillows piled near the center with a few spilled onto the floor below. "Oh wow!" Jenny said, walking away from Missy, as she approached the rack of clothes, hanging on hangers. 

Missy glanced up at the soft lights that were hanging from the ceiling as she walked toward the bed. "Check this out, Jenny." Missy sat down, stretching back onto the bed with her arms resting above her head. Missy felt her body sink down into the soft, padded mattress as she exhaled, making a soft purring sound. 

"Come on silly, we have to pick something quick." Jenny giggled, watching Missy crawl around on the bed, rolling over the pillows, almost falling onto the floor. 

Missy jumped down off the bed and walked over to Jenny. "Let's go with the leather." Missy snickered, grabbing for the two different outfits, holding one up for each of them. 

They walked toward the back. Spotting full length mirror, they noticed that it went from the floor to ceiling. A walk in shower was to the right and double sinks were on the left. Hair dryers, curling irons, and little bags were filled with make-up that sat on top of the sink next to folded towels. 

Jenny dropped her stuff in the chair next to the mirror. Missy left her clothes in a small pile at her feet. "Oh, this is cold." Missy shivered, zipping up the leather corset. 

"Oh that looks hot!" Jenny's jaw dropped, looking at her in the mirror.

Missy stood completely dressed in front of Jenny. Her hands ran up and down the front of the cooled leather, as she gazed into the mirror. The sight of her body poured into it made her grab her breasts, and then squeeze them against it. One last zip and Jenny was now dressed, standing just beside her. The anticipation began to build, as they stood hip to hip gazing at the different look they were both sharing. 

A sudden knock to the door, Jenny looked at Missy as her eye's became brighter and wider.

"Who's gonna get the door?" Missy said.

Jenny bit her lip and turned, leaving Missy a few steps behind. Another knock at the door and Missy reached for the door knob. 

"Are you ready?" Jenny winked at Missy. 

Missy stood clasping her hands tightly together behind her back, her teeth piercing her lip with a smile, full of anticipation. Without any response, Jenny opened the door. 

"Well, looks like you girls are ready." A tall attractive man said, standing in the doorway.

He stood with a black, medium-size bag, hanging over his shoulder. His chest peaked from the white collared shirt he wore, buttoned only half way up. 

Missy let out a faint sigh at the sight of him. 

His hand hooked into the strap of his bag against his chest as other hand casually rested in the pocket of his jeans. 

"Hi! I'm Shawn." he said, with heavenly smile. 

Jenny and Missy stood there staring. "Ohh gezzz, come on in. I'm Jenny and this is Missy." Jenny backed up, finally letting him walk through the front door. 

Missy moved a little to the side as Shawn walked by her. The fresh scent of showered skin and a light touch of gel, shined in his hair. He pasted by smiling with a lingering stare as a musky scent of cologne, trailed behind him.

"It's only going to take me a second and I'll be ready." he turned slightly, looking over his shoulder, as the two of them followed closely behind him. 

Walking toward the bed, Shawn dropped his bag just a few feet away. "Would you two girls like to come over here and get comfortable?" Shawn's tone wasn't in the form a question. 

Missy began to walk around him. She crawled onto the bed with hesitation, her body leaning against the pile of pillows. Jenny followed her lead, crawling onto the other side, as they glanced at one another, watching him pull a camera out of his bag. A flash at the top, Shawn's hand cradled the large lens, as he looped the strap over his head. 

"You girl's can do anything you like. This is your photo shoot. I will suggest things and if that's not what you want in your pictures, I will move onto something else." Shawn smiled.

Taking the lens cap off the camera, Shawn knelt down on a bent knee. Missy sat up on her knees, winking at Jenny. 

"Come here, Jenny." she said, with her arm stretched out, waiting for Jenny to grab her hand. 

Jenny slid over on her knees, stopping only inches apart from her hips. A glance at Shawn, her smile was provocative as her hands reach out and start to roam over Missy's uncovered cheeks. Missy's hands slid up, placing her palms at Jenny's breasts, as she turned to look at Shawn. 

"Hold it! ..." Shawn said, snapping a couple shots. "...You're both very beautiful." he said, another series of clicks were heard.

Pose after pose, Jenny and Missy changed positions while listening to Shawn's soft voice as he told them to move a leg, arm or tilt their face. 

"Okay. Push all the pillows off the bed girls." he said, waiting for them to do so. 

They pushed the pillows clear as they fell onto the floor below. "Okay Missy, lay on your back..." he instructed, "...Jenny, crawl on top of her and put your hands on each side of her." he continued, walking over to the edge of the bed. 

His hand reached out, taking Jenny's hair, brushing it free from her shoulders as Missy looked up at her. 

Jenny glanced down at Missy's body. "Missy, your breasts are red and flushed." she whispered.

"So are your cheeks." Missy purred, touching Jenny's face with the tips of her fingers. 

"Yes, girls, right there." Shawn spoke up, backing away, snapping a few more shots. 

Jenny lifted Missy's arms up, stretching them over her head, as she gazed up into her eyes.

"Jenny, lean down and softly lick at her lips." Shawn voice dropped too a sexy tone, his eye's dropped down below the camera, waiting for the perfect shot. 

A long pause and Jenny studied Missy's reaction to Shawn's instructions. A sexy smile formed over her lips as Shawn's eye's popped up above the camera, just a few inches. Jenny looked at Shawn stance and his stare. Becoming intense, his eyes began to tell a story without words. 

Missy parted her lips. Her eye's glazed with desire, she shut them slowly. 

Jenny leaned down and delivered a long, slow, lick to her lips. 

"Click, click, click." 

Shawn's camera went off, one shot, seconds after another. He stood and then walked closer to the edge of the bed. The camera pointed toward them, full view of Jenny, as she looked up with her breasts tightly pressed against Missy. Cradling the camera in his hands, through the lens, her heated eyes showed him desire, boiling just beneath the surface.

Shawn moved to the side watching Jenny. She took the tip of her finger and traced it around the edge of Missy's corset. Jenny's breasts were pink and spilling from the tight leather as Jenny dipped her finger down just to the inside of it. Missy's hardened nipple, pressed tightly against her finger as she arched her back, feeling the sudden pleasure. 

"Click click click. That's it girls, show me more." Shawn spoke, his voice stimulating with approval. 

Missy turned her head gazing at Shawn, her smile had turned wicked. With a quick grab, she reached up grasping handfuls of Jenny's hair. Tightly held in both hands, she pulled Jenny down toward her lips. Barely touching, Missy started a series of soft and slow kisses. Each one began to build with more pressure, getting tighter and tighter until she had Jenny's tongue dancing against hers. 

"Click, click, click." the kiss slowly stops and the girls turn to look at Shawn. 

"Okay girls. Stand up. Place both your hands at the edge of the bed. Then turn and look at me." Shawn said, standing directly behind them, as he watched them both climb down off the bed. 

They looked as though they stood in a line up, their shoulder's almost touching. They turned slightly, glancing back at Shawn from over a shoulder. Jenny broke her glance away from Shawn to look at Missy as her hand left the edge of the bed, softly rubbing over the back of Missy's exposed cheek. 

"Click, click, click."

"Jenny, make it red for me." Shawn said, watching the excitement build in her eyes. 

"Slap"

Missy jolted from the sudden contact of her hand. Seconds later, a red hand print appeared on her soft exposed cheek. Jenny slid her hand over the redden print, feeling the heat under her hand. 

"You're so hot Jenny." Missy muffled, leaning into her, as she covered her lips, sucking them aggressively into her mouth. 

"Slap, slap" 

"And you're sucha bad girl Missy." Jenny's tone was sharp and wicked. Missy sighed, not able muffle her pleasure, as she felt the hot sting of her hand. 

With each snap of the picture, Jenny's heat became more obvious as Missy begin to give in to each instruction. Shawn's watchful eye's set fire to her skin, boiling her from the inside out as Jenny listened for Shawn's erotic voice to begin again.

"Jenny. Strip her for me." he said.

Jenny turned toward Missy and began to kneel. Her hands held each ankle, freeing Missy from her high heels. She slid her hands up her thighs, dragging her finger nails down while pulling each stocking off one at a time. Rising in front of her, Jenny pulled the zipper on her corset, as it slowly went down while glancing at Shawn. 

"Click, click, click."

Shawn's camera began again. Jenny turned back and watched Missy's erect nipples, as spilled from beyond the zipper of her corset. Slipping her finger tips under her straps, the corset hits the floor near her feet. 

Jenny returns to her knee's, hooking her finger tips into her black leather g-string. "Wait!" Shawn suddenly stopped her.

"Click, click, click." 

"This is what you'll do next..." Shawn paused, "...Missy, I want you too strip Jenny now." Shawn continued. 

Jenny waits, still kneeled with her fingers hooked into Missy's leather g-string. "Leave them, Jenny." he said. She letting go of them and stood slowly.

Missy grabs Jenny's arm, pulling her in front of her. Missy leaned in behind her, pressing her breasts against Jenny's back. With slow movements, she looked over her shoulder, watching Shawn as she brushed Jenny's hair away from her shoulder.

Taking each strap, Missy pulled it off one shoulder and then the other. 

"Click, click"

Missy danced her finger tips down the sides of her arms, her fingers appearing under her breasts, giving them a tight squeeze. 

"Click, click, click."

Missy finds the zipper to Jenny's corset, slowly tugging it down, the teeth of the zipper making that ripping sound, releasing the tension. With very little effort her corset falls to the floor, as Jenny's breasts are so warm to the touch and yet the goose bumps covered every inch of them. 

At the base of Jenny's neck, Missy left a trail of kisses down her spine. The sounds of her lips left Shawn at a stand still, forgetting about his camera. He could only see the reaction on Jenny's face. Missy touched her breasts, tickling at the tips of her erect nipples while she dropped slowly down behind her. 

Jenny's eyes were deeply fixed on Shawn, shutting them now and then from the sensation of Missy's mouth touching her. 

Her hands came to rest at Jenny's hips, as Shawn watched her arch backward, moving toward Missy's open mouth. Her hands moved again, now down the outside of her thighs, clawing at Jenny's stockings, pulling them down at the same time.

Jenny suddenly reached for her g-string, taking a quick breath. "Ohh!" she gasped, gripping it with her hands. 

Missy turned Jenny's hips to the side, revealing her open mouth to Shawn. She pulls Jenny's g-string to the side as her tongue licks at the bottom of her tailbone. Dipping it gently and slowly into her crease as her other hand, cupping her warm cheek. Jenny's breath picked up. Missy's hot, wet, tongue felt dancing around, as it made her dizzy with desire. Jenny looked down over her shoulder, watching, as Missy's seduction continued. 

"Don't stop, Missy!" Jenny cried, over her shoulder in a low heated breath. 

"Let go." Missy purred, as Jenny released her g-string. 

Pulling it down over her cheeks, Missy leaves a sharp bite, as she sank her teeth into Jenny's flexed and heated cheek. 




The Dress Up Party



This is a short story I wrote in response to some feedback I had got, enjoy!

The word got around about a dress up party on the weekend at a girls' house whose parents were away for a few days, the theme wasn't any thing specific but as long as you got dress up you were allowed in. I thought of going as a character on a fighting game I have played and it didn't require much effort to found the right clothes, a simple outfit with black long pants and a short sleeved short, a red singlet would go over the short and a pair of short leather gloves with half the fingers exposed. I had an outfit ready to go for the party and by the looks of the number of people going was sure to be a great night.

I arrived at the party and followed a couple of people to the door and was allowed in, coming to the main room of the house were the party was happening there was a large number of people who worn all types of different outfits. Getting myself a drink I socialized with the guys and girls and what seem like a fun night so far some of the girls got really into the dressing up mood.

A girl I saw across the room was wearing a schoolgirl outfit, she worn a short sleeved white blouse that only passed her breast and a short plaid red and black skirt, her legs were encased in white high thigh stockings that stopped just below her little skirt and a pair of cute black high heels made her outfit look hot. Her hair done in two ponytails that looked cute and innocent. I started to get turned on, so I decided to talk to her. She sounded nice and I explained what my outfit was and I complimented her outfit, she laughed and thanked me then one of her friend called her over.

Checking out how the party was going there a few people standing around chatting and laughing as I make my way through them towards the back of the house to the patio. The night air was nice and warm and there were people across the backyard as well. Out of the crowd I heard a girl call my name, it was a friend of mine Amanda, I noticed through the group of people, she waved to me as I got down the stairs and she gave me a big hug like she always does. Finally realizing what she wearing I cannot believe it. Amanda worn a red playboy bunny outfit with long bunny ears, a collar around her neck and matching cuffs on her wrists and black fishnet stockings that disappeared up into her outfit and a pair of shinny black high heels, truly one hot outfit, even the back of the of her bunny dress that a puffy little ball above that beautifully shaped rounded ass that I had to stop yourself from grabbing. I always thought she was a tease and this was the proof even the guys around her checked her out as well which was what Amanda had intended to do. She looked like she was alone out here, properly just showing off herself to the guys.

Amanda grabbed my hand and led me further towards the back of the yard. She stopped next to two girls they were her friends Sophie and Dawn and they worn just as sexy outfits as Amanda did. Sophie was a nurse and Dawn had a french maid outfit. The nurse's dress was PVC and short enough that would show her panties if she was to bend over to far. Dawn's little black and white maids' outfit was amazing, her dress was also PVC and she worn black stockings that stopped below the skirt and she even had a garter belt on holding up the stocking tops, all of this was driving me wild and my cock harder and harder.

The girls wanted to get more drinks so we all headed back to the house, as we approached the stairs I stopped, but the girls didn't noticed as they followed each other up the stairs, I couldn't control myself I had to see what they were wearing under those skirts so I carefully moved under the staircase and watched as they ascended the stairs. Amanda went first followed by Sophie which now I got a good view up her nurse's dress, she had red panties on and a nice ass as well as she climbed the stairs having a problem with the heels she was wearing that slowed down her even more. Dawn was close behind her helping her up and now my eyes focused up her skirt. White panties were her choice and appropriate for a maid come to think of it and her black garter belt was in full view. I wished I could just put my hands up her skirt and grab her ass and caress her stocking legs, I was really getting hard thinking about it till I heard Dawn asked where I was. Amanda called for me and I quickly got to the stairs and raced up. I made up and made up an excuse that I was talking to someone and she left it that and continued to the living room to get our drinks.

We all poured ourselves drinks and moved to the side of the room and chatted away, the music wasn't too loud that you couldn't hear anyone so that made it easier to talk and listen. Sophie called over a guy named Anthony she knew and he joined into our conversation. He told us that was a dance floor setup down stairs and the girls sounded keen. Amanda asked me if I wanted to come and I agreed. Following the Anthony through the hallway and down another set of stair we ended up what appeared to be rumpus room that was definitely big enough to hold a large group of dancing teens. We found a spot and the five of us joined into the already keen partying group.

Amanda moved around the place and joined in to whoever was next to her while Sophie and Anthony was dancing together. Dawn was dancing with me as we all started to enjoy ourselves. Again was I getting turned on, Sophie and Dawn was shaking their bodies around and bottoms of their panties were showing as they moved. I forgot what I was doing and moved back to far and knocked a guy behind me, I apologized and continued dancing and noticed even Amanda in that tight little bunny outfit was dancing dirty with some guy as she moved up and down his body but she wasn't the only one, a few of the surrounding groups were also dance dirty but behind a few people on my side was that girl in the schoolgirl's outfit from before. Dancing erotically with a guy that she must of met while her little schoolgirl skirt was been evaded by his hands and rubbing up her ass and pussy, her ass was in his crotch while she bent forward and came back up arching her back and she grabbed the back of his head started kissing each other wildly. Staring at the duo I remember about Dawn, she was still dancing with me and now Sophie and her started following the trend of dirty dancing and started getting closer and got more erotic.

Dawn was all over me and she grabbed my hands and guided them to her hips as she turned around with her back to me and she began her seducing technique with her body moving ever so slowly and sexy. I was under her control now I couldn't control yourself my hands started to adventure away from her hips and moved slowly down her thighs, Dawn didn't seem to mind and bought herself up and rested the back of her head on my shoulder. I watched her facial expression as I moved my hands over her ass and further down to her stockings, she was getting hot still leaning back on my shoulder so I continued my craving desire and moved my hands up her skirt, she grasped in pleasure as I slowly followed the straps of her garter belt caressed her inner thighs just below her pussy. Dawn begged for more as one of my hands stimulated the bottom of her white panties that covered her warm and wet pussy. Now Dawn was arching her back and breathing heavily now, she was moving her ass up and down my crotch that she knew was very hard now. Still coming to terms with these sudden urges I looked over to see Anthony and Sophie were well into now kissing each other while continuing to tease.

I started to kiss the side of Dawn's neck that sent shivers down her spine, she pulled away so that she could turn and face me and give me the biggest kiss I've ever had, I wrapped my arms around her thin body and groped her ass through her maid's dress. She was more than willing to let me do whatever I wanted to do with her body, our lust came from nowhere and only knowing each other since tonight, we connected. The feeling of holding and kissing Dawn was believable, we moved from the rumpus room back up the stairs holding the sides of her ass cheeks as I followed her led to a nearby bedroom that seemed to be empty. Moving quickly into the room without anyone seeing us we locked the door and Dawn throw me on the bed and started undoing pants and moved my shirt up and kissed my stomach and moved towards my throbbing cock, she released it and played with it for bit then started sucking me off. I felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure came over me as she took my large manhood deep in her mouth. She got up and removed her white panties and revealed her cute and very wet pussy.

As much as I wanted to see her naked that french maid outfit was very stunning. She climbed on top of me and drove herself down on my shaft and rode me hard and fast. We were both making loud moaning sounds that hopefully were deafened by the music that was coming from the living and rumpus rooms. She was very close to cumming now, she was telling me how bad she was been waiting for this it all night long. She let out a long scream of overwhelming delight as she orgasm. Now I was ready to cum, moving Dawn on the bed I thrust my cock deep inside her very wet pussy as she let out loud moans and long after that with one final thrust I unloaded my hot cum deep in her pussy. Pausing for a while before we fixed ourselves up we left the room Dawn disappeared to the toilet to clean herself up and later returned to where I was. I poured both of us a drink and we chatted together for a few hours before Amanda, Sophie and Anthony found us. It was early morning and we decided to head home. By the end of the night the girls outfits all over the place but they didn't care.

As we were about to leave out the front door the girl dressed as the schoolgirl thanked us for coming and will be having another party not to far away. We got into our cars, Dawn came in my car so I dropped her at her house, she reach over and gave me a kiss goodbye and we both exchanged phone numbers and I watched her slowly sneaked up to her door which was a great sight since she was in that maid outfit wearing heels and quietly let herself in so no one would wake up. I started the car headed back to my place.

It wasn't long into we started going out together and dressing up for sex became a regular thing we shared reminding us how we met at the dress up party, I was a night to remember.



The Dress Up



"Ohhh" The sensation surged through her body, hitting Jenny's core. 

Shawn moved forward with his camera hanging from his neck. Without a sound, he quietly kneeled before them. Sitting on his ankles one or two feet away, he began to lift his camera once again, as Missy delivered a slow lick to the inside of her cheek. Just inches away from her wet satin lips, Missy turned and looked at him one last time. 

"Click, click, click." the shots went off with her seductive smile, heating up his lens. 

Breaking her stare, she turned to Jenny. Her back was arched, waiting to be touched as she continued to look down at Missy. With a lick to her lips, Missy leaned in, moving straight toward her heat. Missy's tongue missing her swollen sex as it slips inside the tunnel that held her excitement. 

"Uhh yes!" Jenny blurts out, her knees buckling. 

Jenny stared at Shawn deeply as Missy began to move back and forth, a little at a time. 

"Click, click, click." her eyes captured, closing and opening with each movement of Missy's tongue. 

Minutes pass and slowly but, purposely she has Jenny to the edge of her need. 

"Ohh yea, come on! Make me cum!" Jenny demanded, as Missy continued to lightly bat her tongue over her swollen sex, Jenny's sweet taste covering it, like dripping melted chocolate. 

"Right now?" Missy said wickedly, under her breath. 

"Mmm yes, pllllease, right now!!" Jenny whimpered, her legs shaking, barely able to hold herself still. Her head dropped forward with her hands resting at her knees, trying to hold her balance. 

Missy turned Jenny toward her with a quick, aggressive grab. Deeply staring into her eyes, her finger slips along the edge of her folds. Jenny suddenly grabs Missy by the hair. With a quick upward movement, Missy sank her finger past her clinching muscle. 

Missy watched as Jenny caught her breath, as she leaned forward and took her swollen lips into her mouth. Sucking and softly pulling, she continued to tug on her pink little diamond. 

"Click, click"

"Ohh god, yess!" Jenny's stomach heaved and sank, jerking at the hand of Missy. 

Her release came swift, without warning. Her eyes roll back with her head hung back beyond her shoulders, bobbing up and down, as each jolt went through her.

Missy stood, slowly kissing up the top of her thigh, as Jenny shook a little with each touch. Up her tummy, softly kissing around her belly button, Missy licked while her breath is still out of control. She then sucked her right nipple into her mouth, softly holding it between her lips. 

Jenny threaded her fingers into her hair at the base of her neck. Over to the other breast, she playfully nibbled at her nipple, pulling it with her teeth as Jenny began to shake again with each pass.

Click, click, Shawn quietly moved around them, taking a few more shots as Missy and Jen stood with their stomachs pressed together. Jenny lifted her chin up, sinking her mouth into Missy, giving her a warm kiss, playfully tangling her tongue around hers.  

"Back up." Jenny whispers. 

Missy's looked behind her, realizing they were inches from the bed. With a few short steps, Missy moved onto the bed. Lying down on her back, her head near the edge, Jenny crawled up between her open legs. 

"Pull your knees up. Show me how excited you are." Jenny purred. Without hesitation, Missy's knees came up as they fell open, the heels of her ankles just inches above her cheeks.

Shawn moved and came to the edge of the bed. He knelt just below her, watching Jenny crawl up between her open legs. Her stare was inviting as she looked past her onto him. Click, click. 

Jenny's hand traced down between her breasts, lightly going from right to left as her fingers nails, tickled the tops of her nipples. She pulled at them, leaving her with that sensation before moving on. 

She moved around and around her belly button with her finger nail. Jenny watched Missy gasp for a breath, turning her head from side to side, restlessly waiting for her touch. 

"Touch me, please!" she purred as her hands went to her thighs.

Jenny's deep stare continued as she looked on pasted Missy. Her mouth opening as she got closer and closer to her sex. Click, click, click. Her tongue slipped into Missy's hot center as she uncontrollably moaned. 

"Uhhhh!"

Increasing her pace, Missy's breath became quicker, catching in her throat. "No, no. Not to fast...! You'll make me cum." she begged. 

Jenny ignoring her wishes, continuing to devour her, pulling more cries from her lips. 

"Oh! Ohh... please!" Her beautiful mouth left open, as her eyes never reopening to see Jenny's wanting stare. 

Caught up in her relentless tease, her eyes stayed pressed tightly together. "How long can you stand it? How long can you fight it?" Jenny said with a wicked tone. Her breath bounced back and forth between her wet and exposed lips, while she spoke to her. 

Jenny's finger danced up and down, underneath her tongue. Continuously, each pass causing Missy to whimper louder until she reached her tightly closed door. With very little pressure, inch by inch, Missy accepted and invited the temptation of her wet finger. 

"Uhh yes! Don't stop Jenny!" her aggressive voice.

Jenny slightly wiggled her finger in her forbidden channel and with the pulling motion of her mouth, came a sudden silence. Missy voice and breath stop short, as she held it, paralyzed. Click, click, click. Shawn's camera went off as he saw her body stop short of breathing and moving. Jenny continued to move her mouth and finger knowing she was pushing her right over the edge. 

Suddenly and quickly her breath returned. "Uhh! Ohh! Uhh! Ohh!" racing in and out of her lungs, catching every bit of air she could as her body jumped at each spike of pleasure. 

"Oh yeaaa, ooo!" she purred, grabbing Jenny's head holding her tightly, not wanting her to move. 

Finally exhausted, her arms became limp as she dropped them to her side. Jenny crawled up toward her, lying at her side. Her breasts still moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Shawn moved once again. Click, click, click. 

"These are beautiful pictures." Shawn said, watching them lay side by side with there eye's shut. Missy turned, to look at Jenny, smiling while lying against her breast.

"Do you think the pictures turned out?" she giggled. "Well... If they didn't, we can always pick another theme." Jenny laughed hard, causing Missy to laugh along with her. 

"You girls will have a photo album to choose from." Shawn said, as the girls turn and look at him, continuing to laugh.



The Dresser



I have been enjoying women's clothing for about 10 years. I am now 45 and still get excited with the feel of silk against my skin. I am married but when I am alone, I dress as a woman. I have a complete wardrobe which I have hidden in my attic. I have gotten very good at putting on makeup and though I would not pass as a woman, I don't look that bad. 

Recently I have had a strong urge to be dressed with another man. I have been communicating with another man on the internet and have had some very open and hot discussions. Last week we decided to meet. He planned it out so we would meet at a local mall. We would meet at one of those outdoor coffee spots and if we decided we liked each other, we would proceed from there. I agreed to it and as the day got closer, the more excited I got yet the more cautious I got. I put together my wardrobe and things in a bag and put it in my car. I was still unsure as I drove to the mall.

Once inside I went to the coffee shop and I saw him. He said he would be wearing a red windbreaker. He was also about my age but he looked younger. I walked up to the table and he stood and shook my hand. "Well, it is finally nice to meet you face to face," he said with a grin. We ordered some coffee and just started talking. I really liked him and we both seemed very comfortable with each other. We talked about work and actually about everything but what we were there for. That sort of made it easy to get to know each other. He had dark hair, blue eyes and a very strong face. He was pretty well built with a little gut. He was actually very handsome. As we talked I was visualizing him under his clothes. I must have been daydreaming when he said, "Hello, are you still here?" I immediately stammered some excuse and he just laughed. 

"Should we get out of here?" he said calmly. 

"I guess so," I replied. We got up and walked down the mall. 

"I got a room here at the Ritz here in the mall," he said. "I can write it off to business," he said with a grin.

"I need to get my bag," I said. He handed me a second room card and said, "925." He left for the hotel and I went and got my bag. I was shaking like a tree. I wanted to do this but was still so nervous. I was sweating all during the elevator ride.

I got off on the 9th floor and went to 925. My hand was shaking as I put the card in. The light turned green and I pushed the door open. I walked in. "I was afraid you had changed your mind," he said. "Almost," I replied. "Would you like a drink," he said walking to the small room bar. "Sure, got any scotch?" I asked. "Coming up," he said pouring a glass. I took the scotch and sat down on the couch. "Good," I said sipping it. "Why don't you go change," he said boldly. "Ok." I said getting up and grabbing my bag. I walked into the huge bathroom and closed the door. Well, it's now or never I thought. 

I stripped out of my street clothes and decided I better shower too. I took a quick shower and dried off. I looked into the mirror. What am I doing, I thought. But I knew I wanted this to happen. I looked at my body. I had trimmed my leg hairs very short and had actually shaved my ass before coming. I put some light powder on my body and stepped into a pair of black silk panties. I automatically got a hardon. I slipped my garter belt on and then slid my stockings up each leg and hooked them. I put on my bra with the silicon breast inserts. 

I sat down at the counter and looking in the mirror, I slowly put on my makeup. Lipstick, eye shadow, penciled my eyebrows and put on a little cover makeup and blush. I stood up and stepped into a short skirt, put on a white blouse and then stepped into my black high heels. Lastly, I put on my blonde wig and my earrings and necklace. All done and very pretty I must say so myself. Now I just had to get up my courage to walk out that damn door. "Hey, what's keeping you?" he heard him say through the door. Well, here goes.

I opened the door and walked out. He just stood there looking at me. "Wow, you look beautiful. You were not lying when you said you thought you looked ok dressed," he said He took my hand and walked me to the couch. I sat down very ladylike and he handed me my drink. "A toast to you," he said raising his glass. We talked a bit, like a man and woman. I noticed he kept looking me over. I crossed my legs a couple of times like a tease. I was really doing it up right. 

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. "I ahhhh guess,," I said unsure about this. He leaned over and lightly kissed my lips. It was nice. He slid over closer and kissed me again. This time longer and then he pushed his tongue between my lips. I liked it and kissed him back. Our tongues moved against each other. He put his arms around me and kissed me very passionately. It felt good. My cock was straining against my panties. "Oh, you are delicious," he said as he leaned back. My lipstick was all over his mouth. 

I put my finger to his lips and wiped a little off. I then leaned forward and ran my tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth and we began kissing again. His hands moved to my blouse and he played with my fake tits. He then moved his hand down and around my back and cupped my ass. It felt good. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. My heart began to pound as I felt his hard cock against my hand. I squeezed him. He was huge. What had I gotten myself into?, I thought. I continued to stroke his cock and then I knew I wanted to touch it. As he kissed me, I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled his zipper down and put my hand inside his pants. His cock throbbed. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked him. I moved my thumb over the head of his cock. I had to feel it bare. 

I broke our kiss and slid to the floor. I untied his shoes and took them off. Then removed his socks. He lifted his hips and I pulled his pants off. He sat there in his shirt and briefs. His cock pressed against his cotton briefs. He parted his legs and I moved up between them. I lay my head against his briefs. My face was touching his cock. His cock, I can't believe it........his cock. I turned my face and brought my lips against the material. I kissed his cock through his briefs. I cupped his balls. They were also big. I couldn't wait. 

I reached up and slowly pulled his briefs down and over his cock. His cock popped forward and hit my chin. It was smooth and hard. He had a large mushroom shaped head that was dark purple in color. I wrapped my hand around it and leaned in and kissed the head. I drew my tongue around the head and his shaft. It felt wonderful. Hot, smooth..mmmmmm. I had to have him in my mouth. I opened my mouth and brought his cock to my lips. I surrounded the head with my lips. Oh god, it felt fantastic. Here I was. Dressed as a woman, on my knees in front of a man and sucking his cock. His big wonderful cock. I pushed more into my mouth and sucked on him. He began to move his hips and moan softly. 

"Yes, suck me," he moaned. I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I fucked his cock with my mouth. I pulled my mouth off and pushed his cock up. I moved down and licked his big balls. I took one into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. I lifted his ball sack and ran my mouth under it. I could smell the musky odor of his ass. I let my tongue slide into his crack. I could just barely lick his ass. I could not get to his hole, though I wanted to. I moved back up to his cock and stuck him back into my mouth. I sucked and ran my tongue all around his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pumped him as I sucked. He groaned and rolled his hips as I sucked on his big, hot, juicy cock. 

I wanted him to cum. I wanted his cum. I needed his cum. I sucked and pumped his cock. My spit coated his cock and made it slick. He started raising his hips and shoving more of his cock into my mouth. He was so big and it was hard to take any more of him. Several times his humping shoved his cock deep into my throat and I gagged. He was too big. I wanted all of his cock in my mouth and throat but I could not take it. So I just pumped him faster and faster as I sucked. I felt his cock tighten and swell. He was going to cum. He raised his hips and groaned as hot, sticky cum filled my mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing his thick sperm. He continued to fill my mouth with his cum. I swallowed and some ran down my chin onto my blouse. I couldn't get enough of it. It was hot and sweet and filled my mouth. I keep pumping his cock and sucking up his cum. My tongue and mouth were coated with his sperm. 

Then I felt my own cock leak my cum. I shot my cum into my panties, again and again. I continued to softly suck his softening cock. Getting all of his cum, every last drop. I pulled my mouth off and licked the head of his cock. He told me to stop, it was too sensitive. I did. I sat back on the floor and licked the remaining cum from my lips. "No, wait," he said as he slid down to the floor and kissed me. He licked my lips, tasting his own cum. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I shared what remaining cum I held in my mouth. He was hot and passionate as he kissed me. 

"That was fantastic," he said. "I know, I know," I replied. "My first cock, my first cum, I love it." I sighed. "Get me a drink," I asked him. "Sure, sweetheart," he said getting up. He got me a scotch and I sat back down on the couch.

I crossed my legs and sipped my scotch. I felt like a woman. I loved sucking his cock. I loved being treated as a woman. Though a woman with sticky panties. He sat down in a chair across from me. "You were wonderful," he said. "I have never cum so much. I loved your mouth and feel." "I loved your cum," I said. I recrossed my legs and let my skirt ride up my thigh. I could see he was looking up my dress. 

"You like what you see?" I said with a smile. "Yes, yes I do," he said. "Well, maybe a little later. After I finish my drink." I promised. "Why don't you take off your briefs so I can look at your cock," I directed. He stood and pushed his briefs off. Even soft, his cock was big. He took his shirt off and sat back down naked. "That's better," I said. 

He moved off his chair and sat on floor at my feet. He drew his hand up my nylon cover calf. "Your really are very pretty," he said caressing my leg. I uncrossed my leg so he could see up my dress. He moved closer and placed his lips on my leg. He kissed my nylon covered leg. His lips moved higher on my leg. He grabbed my legs and softly pulled my ass to the edge of the couch. He pushed my skirt up and kissed my bare thigh just above my stocking. I was getting hard. He moaned softly as he kissed and lightly licked my thigh. 

"Would you like to kiss my pussy?" I asked him. "Oh yes, please," he replied. I stood up and pulling my skirt up to my waist, I knelt back on the couch with my ass towards him. He brought his lips to my thighs and kissed them. Then he kissed my ass cheeks through my panties. He pressed his mouth and nose against my silky panties and ass crack. I felt his tongue against my panty. He pushed me more forward until I rested my arms on the back of the couch. He pulled my panties to one side and ran his tongue up my ass crack. It felt exciting and erotic. He pulled my ass apart and slid his tongue between my cheeks. He ran his tongue up my crack until he found my asshole. Oh god, it felt wonderful as his tongue invaded my hole. He licked me and pushed his tongue into my ass. 

"Yes, tongue fuck me," I said loudly. "Eat me." He pushed my cheeks further apart and tongue fucked me. I could feel his hot wet tongue slide into my ass. My cock was straining against my panties. I was in heaven. God, I was so fuck'n hot. He just ate my ass up. He reached around and grasped my cock. He stroked my cock while fucking me with his tongue. I was on fire. I knew then what I wanted. What I needed. What I was going to have. I looked over my shoulder and said, "Darling, take me to the bed and fuck me." He looked up at me and stood. I slid off the couch and he took my hand and walked me to the bed. 

He turned me to him and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my tongue into his mouth. We kissed so passionately. His hands slid down my back and he pulled my skirt up over my ass. He cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me into him. "Now," I said. "Fuck me now." He pushed me back onto the bed. I pulled my skirt up and he reached up and pulled my panties off. He climbed up and straddled my chest. I pulled his hard cock to my mouth and sucked on him. I licked him and spit on his cock to get it wet. He moved down the bed and knelt on the floor. I pulled my legs up and he started licking and kissing my ass. 

I felt his first finger enter me. "Oh, yes," I moaned. He fucked me with his finger and then, put a second one in. I felt my asshole stretch. It hurt a little but I was so fucking hot. He pumped his finger in and out of my hole. Then I heard him spit and add a third finger. "AAHH," I groaned as his fingers went it. My hole stretched and little by little I began getting used to the feeling. And the feeling was wonderful. "Darling, please fuck me. Put your cock in my pussy," I begged him. He spit one more time and then moved up and put my nylon covered legs on his shoulder. I reached down and found his cock.... It was so hard. I moved it to my ass hole. He reached down and grabbed it from me and pressed it against my hole. 

"Oh god," I cried as I felt the first pain. He pushed the head of his cock just inside my hole. "AAAHHHHHH," I groaned. "Stop, STOP," I pleaded. He leaned down and kissed me. "It will hurt a little, my love." he said softly. "I will go slow." He waited until I grew accustomed to the size and then slowly pushed a little more in. "Slow, slow," I panted. Little by little he would push and pull his cock in and out of my ass. Each time a little more of his cock entered me. I was feeling so hot and just the thought of getting fucked as a woman made my cock hard. 

"Yes, darling, fuck me. Fuck me," I encouraged him. He pushed all of his cock into me and then I felt so full and his balls on my ass. "Yes, now fuck me." I demanded. He began to push in and out of me.......to the hilt. I felt my own cum run out of my dick onto my stomach. I was getting fucked and cumming. He pushed his cock hard in my ass. I reached up and grabbed his ass, wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him hard into me. 

"FUCK ME," I cried out. He pounded my ass, over and over again. My nylons stuck to mysweat covered legs. My ass rose to meet his cock. Over and over he fucked me. Then, grabbing my ass, he pushed hard into me and came. I felt his cum fill my ass and run down my butt cheeks. He groaned and continued to slide in and out of me, filling me with cum and also pulling cum out with each stroke. My ass was covered in hot sticky cum. And my own cum covered my stomach. I reached down and scooped my cum off my stomach and brought it to his lips. He sucked my cum off my fingers and licked his lips. He then leaned down and kissed me. Pushing his cum coated tongue into my mouth. 

"Oh my love. I loved the way you fucked me. I am your woman," I whispered in his ear. "I want you to fuck me all night." His cock slid out of me as he pushed my legs off him and lay beside me, panting. He was covered in sweat. I was too, but he was naked. My clothes stuck to me. I lay there in my wet blouse, garter belt and stockings, high heels and cum. Hot sticky sweet wonderful cum. But I was satisfied. Sucked my first cock, ate my first cum and just got fucked as a woman. And there was more to cum... and that's not just a pun either. Stay tuned.



The Dresser



Kate was never happier than when a new boyfriend finally allowed her to dress him. She knew she had good taste, after all, wasn't she always turned out perfectly? After a hard morning in the stores Owen stood in front of her, looking the way she had always wanted him to; gone were those wretched over-long, loose skate pants. No more long sleeved t-shirts with the elbows blown through. The olive chinos, flat fronted and easy in the leg showed off his firm buttocks and mountain biker's thighs to perfection. Kate knew he was a little self-conscious in "city clothes" as he called them, so she hadn't forced him into the fine charcoal wool pants she had preferred and had struck a happy bargain with the chinos. 

In place of the nasty baggy t-shirt was a light v-necked cotton sweater over a fine, tight t-shirt that clung a little to his skin. "...are you sure this looks... right, K? I'm not sure, it's all a bit, you know, different." 

"Different better, sweetie, much better." Kate hit him with her 150 watt smile and Owen smiled back, plucking at his pectorals and shifting in the Birkenstocks she had decided on in the store a block down from the loft. 

"Time for lunch I think, hon. You want seafood?" Feed him up on protein and then finish off the clothes hunt in an hour or two. 

"Seafood would be great. How much is this stuff anyhow?" Clouds of doubt scudded across his lightly tanned face "I've only got fifty bucks on me..." 

"Don't worry, I'll charge it. Let work pick up the tab." Working as a stylist had its perks. Cheap clothes, frequent changes of scenery and the perfect pick up line for men, Kate smiled to herself and passed the corporate charge card across. 

Owen was a real find. A tour of the local skate parks had turned up a whole gallery of "characters". Guys whose main objective in life appeared to be accumulating as many scars and piercings as possible. Kate had put models in Givenchy in front of them and used them as the perfect urban backdrop. After all, what could be more urban than a 19 year old with a home-done crop, an ear full of rings and the scars of gashes he and his friends had sewn up? 

One of them had been cute enough to interest her; she had already nabbed Owen's number by then, and had decided to try one of these ripped up youths for size. After the shoot she'd packed the models and photographer off and turned her attention to the guy who she'd asked to stick around when they wrapped.

Al, Alex, whatever he called himself, had a tear that ran up his ribcage that fascinated her. He said that he had been riding a concrete wall downtown when he had hit a peg planted by the building's facilities people to catch out skaters. He said he had been lucky, that he'd only caught his side, rather than crack his head. "Ain't no home fix for a busted skull," he'd said, brightly. 

Happily, Al was a clean "dirty skate boy" and had cheerfully jogged off into the shower at her apartment when she had suggested it. While Al showered Kate had slipped out of her clothes and into the fine silk robe she favoured when entertaining. She found a fresh thong still in its wrapper and quickly changed into it, enjoying the slightly stiff feel of the new cotton against her. 

He came back into the main room wearing a pair of trunk style boxers he'd found in the laundry cupboard and proceeded to show her every scar he had. It was an impressive collection. From head to foot he was a light patchwork of new and fading scar tissue. 

Only after she had expressed what he must have considered an appropriate level of interest in his gruesome gallery, did Al consent to drop his shorts. As Kate had suspected he wasn't long, but his filling cock had the look of being good and thick. What surprised her was what he called his "prime cock jewel". Just behind the head of his prick a bar, finished in two heavy silver globes, was becoming apparent as his foreskin began to slip back. 

"Chicks dig it." Al had announced. He had also trimmed his pubic hair, the better to display the work, she assumed. 

That is never going in my mouth - Kate had thought. Her orthodontic work had cost her parents a couple of thousand dollars and she wasn't going to risk it. 

"Bet you've never had one like that." Al had been watching her face and had a smirk in place. 

"Not quite. Didn't it hurt?" She asked looking up from the piercing to his cheerful face. 

"Like a mother, wouldn't lose it now though. Wouldn't be the same, looking down and not seeing it there." 

Kate was fascinated, appalled and fascinated and had drawn a little closer to get a better look. The heavy bar ran right through his shaft. She could see the way the skin had re-grown around the length of surgical steel and reached out to touch it. 

"I thought it would be cold." Kate suddenly felt foolish, standing there with a scarred up skater's ornamented dick in her hand. 

"Nah, too close to the body to be cold. Feels different to the rest though, doesn't it?" 

Kate had to agree that it did, the hard steel of the bar was counterpoint to the warm flesh that surrounded it. Kate's mouth began, involuntarily, to water and she ran her tongue tip over her lips. She looked up into Al's smiling face. 

"I guarantee that I won't chip your teeth. Hasn't happened yet." His eyes crinkled with mirth. 

How Al had known? Kate wasn't sure. She guessed that other women had expressed the same fear to him and Al had quickly learnt to reassure them and go easy. 

"Want me to sit on the bed?" 

Again he had beaten her to it. He's done this before she concluded. Al had been the only one to talk to her like a normal human being; the other guys at his particular park seemed to think non-skaters weren't really regular people. They'd taken the offered money and done as the photographer had asked, but that was it. There had been no further connection. Al had been upbeat and had joked with the photographer's assistant and Kate. She was at a loose end and had decided to take him home. Al had been quite willing to be fed by the magazine lady, and was quite unconcerned when she had suggested they go back to her apartment after the food. 

The view from the window reflected the apartment's height. You could see clear across half the city from there. Sometimes Kate just liked to sit and watch the traffic crawl through town. At the moment, however, she was looking squarely at the smiley-face Al had thoughtfully had tattooed near his navel as her tongue swirled around the top of his cock and tasted the strange, metallic tang that the bar imparted. Al had the pleasure of looking out of the picture window while she ran her tongue around his swelling flesh. 

Rapidly his cock reached full hardness; it was, as Kate had suspected, not over long, but impressively thick. She found herself forcing her jaws wider to get more than just the crab apple sized head of his cock into her mouth. Kate could feel the bar rolling against her teeth as she got Al's length sucked down. Deep throating a guy was one of her most arcane skills, the product of years of practice, but Al's dick fitted neatly into her mouth and she started slowly to rub her tongue across the base of his glans and increased the insistent vacuum around his shaft. With her free hand she rolled his almost hairless balls in her palm, the short hairs were quite soft. 

Kate felt Al take hold of her hair; he had sat quite still looking out of the window with a small smile on his face for several minutes, now he lifted her head off his cock and urged her down onto the floor in front of the picture window. 

"That was nice, but now I want to fuck." There was something about the blunt way that he made that statement the Kate found intensely exciting. Even though she had picked him up, Al had moved into the driving seat. 

"How?" Kate sat in front of the sheet of glass looking up at him with the cold glass at her back she felt exposed. Al had his dick in his hand and was slowly bringing himself to full hardness again. She shucked her shoulders out of the silk robe and it pooled about her. 

"Get on all fours, I want you from behind. Don't take those panties off, I'll do that myself." 

Kate felt round herself with her left arm, taking her bra off would only take a moment and would leave her 32B tits for him to work on. "Who the fuck told you to take the tit bag off, magazine lady?" 

For a moment Kate was confused and looked up startled into his face. She was reassured by what she saw there, this was all part of the game for him and she turned away and shifted on to her hands and knees. Kate heard him move behind her and felt his breath on her back. Then she heard him take a big suck of air through his nose and was surprised by Al shoving his nose and most of the rest of his face against her Calvin Klein covered pussy. 

"Fuck; you smell nice." She sat back and wriggled a bit against him, leaking more juice into her soon to be sodden thong. 

There was a stinging slap against her ass cheek that made her yelp and jump a little and she heard Al laugh darkly. This had been a good idea, Kate told herself as the pleasurable warmth of the spank travelled up her body. 

Al shifted behind her; Kate could feel his body heat against her back. She felt an insistent pressure across her mons, and then the fabric of her thong slipped between her plump pussy lips and dragged itself across the inner surface of her cunt. What the fuck is he doing? Kate looked up into the glass and could see the outline of Al reflected in the glass, the waistband was in his mouth, and he was tearing them off her with his teeth. Al started to laugh, deep in his throat and Kate felt it reverberate down the taught fabric straight into her. 

Suddenly the pressure of the fabric slacked off and there was a small ripping sound. The Calvins had finally given way. Kate watched as Al took the remnants of the white cotton undergarments and pressed them to his face. He took an enormous breath through the fabric and them balled them up and tossed them into the recesses of the room. 

"Ah, man, that's nice." Kate smiled and wriggled her hips again for him, opening herself to him a little. 

Al's smile grew larger as he moved closer to her newly exposed flesh. Kate felt him run his callused hands down the line of her spine from the nape of her neck to the depths of her ass. Then he leant in, but rather than the touch on her clit she had been aching for she felt him begin to work softly, but insistently, at the puckered star of her asshole. Quickly Al picked up speed and she began to feel a little lightheaded; his tongue, a surprising stiff tool, quickly wormed its way just inside her ass. Kate began to grind her hips against his face as the orgasm she was beginning to feel the approaches of, built. 

Then, as suddenly as he had started Al stopped. Kate heaved a deep breath and looked into the glass. She could see him looking back at her, a huge smile on his face. 

"What the fuck did you stop for?" Kate managed to choke out, his smiled widened. 

"Didn't think you were into it, decided to stop." 

"Not into it, you fucker, I almost broke your nose. I wanna cum, make me cum you dumb fuck." Still looking at his reflected face, Kate watched his expression harden. She felt a moment of uncertainty rush through her, had she gone too far? What would he do to her; after all he was a stranger... 

A sharp, stinging slap, not the playful one of before, caught her full across the cheeks and spilled across the wet bud of her asshole. She jumped, surprised, and let out a yelp. 

"I'm in charge, magazine lady, and don't you forget it," Kate felt the hot flush on her cheeks and found herself grinding her thighs together almost involuntarily. "What the fuck, don't you try to bring yourself off! Goddamn! You are one sneaky, horny woman." 

Al whacked his hard hand down across her behind again. This time she had tensed her buttock muscles, it didn't make it any less painful, but the sensation was slightly different, more intense. 

Kate dropped her head, deciding to play the ashamed, chastened "magazine lady". She also knew that by lowering her head she was levering her cunt higher into the air, Al didn't disappoint her. There was a moments' pause and then she heard him suck his fingers briefly into his mouth, wetting them. Then his other hand griped her hair hard at the roots and tugged her head back fiercely as he shoved two of his fingers into her cunt. 

"Ahhh, fucker," she wailed, "make me cum, fucker." 

"What is it you want, slut?" Al's voice came close to her ear; he was leaning over her, pressing his blunt erection into her buttocks. Kate could feel the pressure of the blood as it rushed through his engorged cock and knew positively that further foreplay could serve no purpose. 

"I wanna get fucked. Please, Al." Kate's inner thighs were becoming wetter; she was leaking all over the rug and didn't care at all. All she wanted was to convince Al to shove his outrageously thick cock into her and get her off. 

He relaxed his hold on her hair a little and Kate tensed as he dragged his cock-head across her warm flesh. Al slipped his dick down the furrow of her ass, skipped across the opening to her cunt and began slowly to massage her clit with his thick, blunt probe. Kate found herself holding her breath, forced a ragged exhalation and started to breathe slowly and carefully; trying not to anticipate the moment when he would enter her, just enjoying the moment. 

"Not afraid of Al's cock jewel now, heh?" She shook her head as far as she was able; he still had a hand caught in her hair. 

"What do we say?" Kate looked again into the dark glass of the window, and saw Al looking back at her. 

"Please, Al... Oh... Christ." As she spoke he began to drive his cock into her and she stammered the words out. 

She could feel herself forced wide by his dick; the sensation of being stretched was unlike anything she had felt before. His cock felt like a solid block being pushed into her. There was no way he could slip anything to any woman, getting him all the way into her would take no little effort. "Wait a sec, baby. God that feels nice." 

"Corkscrew your hips around a little that often helps." His voice sounded strained, and Kate looked over her shoulder at him. 

She could see from his face that what he wanted to do was pound his meat into her until she screamed, but he was holding himself back, waiting for her to get used to his prodigious girth. 

Kate did as he suggested, concentrated on moving her hips in a gentle circular motion, she could feel the hard metal of his bar as a contrast with the hard flesh of his erection. Kate had never been so conscious of the depth a guy's dick was reaching before. The surprise of the first few moments was fading. Being replaced by a sense of satisfaction, like a full stomach after a good meal, dropping her head again she started to grind against him. Al took that as his green light, and at once began pulling and twisting his prong out of and then into her. 

The familiar rising feeling of an orgasm began to move up Kate's throat. She could feel her back and neck beginning to flush crimson, the colour increasing to match the deep rose of her engorged cunt flesh. Al stepped up his pounding, soon he was lunging into her, his belly slapping against her ass as he reached the end of his stroke. Every now and then he would pause at the very apex of his movement, leaving only the top of his cock within her, then he would surge forward again and Kate would feel the metal beads on either side of his glans run all the way from the top to the bottom of her vagina. 

After a couple of minutes of this exquisite torture; the plunge, slow withdrawal, pause and plunge again, Kate found herself beginning to cum in earnest. As she tensed Al pulled back hard on her hair, forcing her to arch her back, the painful complaints of her roots mixed with the cascade of pleasure that was spilling out of her groin. She started to emit a series of short grunts and Al redoubled his pace, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her faster than she thought possible. 

Kate's mind went blank and she groaned gutturally before slumping to the carpet, her cunt still spitted on Al's erection. She coughed into the rug, and pulled herself off him, falling forward a little to lie at the foot of the glass, her back pressed against the cold, impervious material behind her. Al had sat back on his haunches, his cock jutting up from his groin, and waited for her to speak. It took a moment. 

"I, er, I mean... that was nice. Umm thanks." She managed to squeeze the words out. He was grinning at her now, and idly playing with his balls. 

"You ready to go again, magazine lady? I still haven't cum yet." There was a laugh in his voice, Kate realised that he got off on doing this to upscale chicks like her. She decided that this time she would be in charge. 

"Absolutely. Come over here, boy. Bring that blunt thing you call a dick with you." She reached around behind herself and unsnapped the bra, her B-cup breasts hove into view as she dropped the garment. "I want my tits sucked first. Hard." 

"No problem." Al slid close to her and took her right nipple into his mouth. 

Without waiting to be asked he began to suck at her tender flesh, rolling the nipple against his upper teeth first, before squeezing the pink bud with his canines, hard. Again Kate gasped and realised that she couldn't truly call the shots here. Al was a prodigy, and he knew it. Expertly he worked first one nipple, then the other in his mouth, and then he began to lick her left tit all over like a cat. She realised that she wanted him in her again. 

Kate slid her hand down his torso, following the line of the scar, and unhesitatingly grasped his moist cock. Damp with my juice, she though to herself. All the while his tongue continued to worry at her breasts. 

"I need it again." Al broke from her nipple and looked up at her. 

"Wot?" He said, rolling away from her slightly. "You want more of this?" He nodded at his groin, where her hand remained at the root of his erection and the smiley face beamed its welcome at the world, "I'm not sure you deserve it." 

"Believe me, I do," as she spoke Kate began to drag her hand up and down his length, squeezing briefly (but hard) as her hand reached the crown of his erection, "From the side, I want to hold your balls as we fuck, I want to feel you shoot your load into me." 

"Since you put it like that, okay." As she spoke Al's eyes had taken on a dreamy, faraway look. Obviously he wanted to screw again as much as she did. 

Kate released his dick and rolled onto her left side, she parted her legs and then reached down and began to play with her clit. She knew that he could see everything; the look of disappointment that had crossed his face when she had let go of his cock was replaced with his broad smile. 

"I need you here." As she spoke Kate slipped two of her fingers into her cunt and began to move them slowly in a circular motion. "Think you can manage that?" 

Al didn't bother to speak, he moved forward on his knees until he straddled her left thigh. Her right leg was pressed across him just above the hips, waiting to be bent out of the way. He gripped her ankle with his right hand and pulled her leg taut before running his hand down to her thigh. His dick was aimed straight for her greedy pussy mouth; he was waiting for her to get her fingers out of the way. Kate continued to toy with herself until, with a short snort of impatience, Al pulled her hand away. Without pause he thrust his dick into her, then grabbed her pussy slicked fingers and shoved them into his mouth and sucked greedily on them. 

"Sweet, nice." Al released her hand and began to make slow, short thrusts that drove his cock, blunt as it was, deeper into her. With him between her thighs, Kate could press hard on his erection and begin to milk the spunk out of him. With Al caught so deep within her, Kate could feel every ridge and bump of the cock inside her. For a couple of moments she just lay back and enjoyed the sensation of him working his burning hot length in and out of her. Then she remembered her promise.