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The Girl in 4D

By: Tammy_Nguyen_77



Abby had just moved into this apartment building about six months ago, and was just about settled in. It was a pretty quiet building, no noisy neighbors, no late night parties. Most of the people who lived there were young single professional types like her. The one great thing about her apartment was her downstairs neighbor. Gwen was maybe five or six years older than Abby, and a total slut. 

She was a beautiful brunette with a tight body. She loved to dress provocatively showing off lots of legs and cleavage. Abby lived in apartment 4D and Gwen lived in apartment 3D so even when Gwen had the blinds to her bedroom window closed,, Abby's bedroom window was at just the right angle to still be able to see inside. Gwen would bring men home to spend the night all the time, and Abby quickly discovered that it was a lot of fun to watch. 

Abby didn't date much, she was a textbook nerd. She'd just finished her Master's in Quantum Physics, and was working on her doctorate. Most of her time was spent working on her thesis, and preparing lectures for the three classes she was teaching this semester, but she still had her needs. 

Abby and Gwen would talk all the time. Every time they met around the building they would have a friendly chat, but Abby didn't think Gwen had any idea she was watching her have sex all the time. It was a Friday night, Abby had been at the library all day doing some research, so she was eager to get some rest. She was in bed flipping through the channels when she looked out the window and noticed that Gwen had just gotten home, and had a guy with her. Abby quickly turned off the TV. 

Gwen was wearing a very short, super tight red minidress, with lots of cleavage showing. Abby didn't pay much attention to the guys Gwen brought home, she liked to watch Gwen. Gwen had a magnificent body, and what really turned Abby on was not so much the sex, but watching the way Gwen did it. Gwen had this way of moving. She was cat-like, primal, full of animal lust and passion. You could feel the steam rising from Gwen's bed when she fucked. The thing that really made Abby melt was seeing Gwen on top of a guy.

Gwen was a dominating seductress. She didn't use whips and chains or anything, in fact she never wore a stitch of clothing in bed. The way Gwen dominated was that you could tell she was always the one in control when she had sex. Even when she let a man on top you could tell she wasn't going to let him cum until she was ready. Watching Gwen always worked Abby up so much that it was never long before she was masturbating with her trusty Rabbit. Abby always wondered what Gwen would think if she knew. 

Abby was in the local convenience store one evening when Gwen happened to walk in. They exchanged their usual friendly greeting and started to chat a bit. Gwen had on a really revealing outfit that day, but she didn't have a guy with her. When they both had finished their shopping they decided to walk home together, still chatting along the way. It so happened that they reached Abby's apartment first, so Abby just absent-mindedly suggested 

"Hey why don't you come in a while?" Abby asked 

Gwen came in and as they were talking she blurted out, "So, when's the last time you got laid?" 

Abby was shocked, "It's been a while, I've got a lot of work to do," 

"Oh so you, take care of yourself," Gwen slipped her hand inside her panties as she gave Abby a sly smile. 

"Oh My God," Abby exclaimed as she tried to hold back a giggle. "Yeah," Abby stammered. 

"You got a Rabbit?" Gwen suddenly blurted out. 

Abby was speechless. Gwen grabbed Abby's hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. 

"I bet I know just where it is," 

Gwen went right to Abby's nightstand where she kept her toys. 

"You little college girls are all alike, try to act all nerdy and shit," Gwen looked deeply into her eyes. "I bet you're a kinky little slut," 

Abby grinned and looked away, Gwen grabbed her chin, turned her face back towards her, and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Abby gave no resistance, in fact she put her hand on Gwen's butt and returned her passionate kiss. 

"I've wanted to do that since the day you moved in," Gwen admitted. 

Abby was feeling really turned on so she decided to give up her little secret. 

"I want to show you something," Abby said as she led Gwen over to the window. 

"When you have guys over, even with your blinds closed, I can watch you," Abby explained.

Gwen smiled, "Is that right?" 

"Yeah," Abby admitted 

Gwen undid the buttons on Abby's shirt until her bra was exposed and said, 

"I know you watch sweetie," 

"What!!!" Abby exclaimed. 

"I used to put on shows for the guy who lived in this apartment before you all the time," Gwen explained. 

"So you knew I was up here watching you have sex all this time!" Abby shouted. 

"Yeah," Gwen said with a sly grin. 

Gwen pushed Abby's bra aside and kissed her erect nipple. 

"I bet you get a lot of use out of your toys while you watch," Gwen said. 

Abby smiled, "I sure do." 

Gwen pulled her minidress over her head, revealing a gorgeous naked body. Abby removed the clip holding her hair up, and tore off all her clothes. She was completely lost in the moment. She needed Gwen so bad, she was beside herself. Abby pushed Gwen down on the bed and climbed on top of her, putting her pussy right in Gwen's face. Gwen was more that happy to put her experienced tongue to work. 

This was Abby's fantasy come to life. All those nights watching Gwen in the grip of sexual ecstasy, it was as if she could feel just as much pleasure as Gwen was feeling just by watching. Now her fantasy was a reality, all she wanted was to feel Gwen's sensual touch. 

This experience was far more than Abby had dreamed it would be. Every touch of Gwen's tongue to her clit sent Abby to paradise. Gwen reached up and began to gently caress Abby's back. Just her touch was enough to bring Abby closer to exploding. Abby looked down into Gwen's eyes. She was smiling as she slowly licked Abby's sensitive clit. 

Gwen knew Abby was in heaven. She wanted to make it last as long as she could for her. She wanted to slowly work Abby into a lustful frenzy before giving her a thunderous orgasm. She could feel the excitement building up in Abby's body. Gwen knew it wouldn't take much to push her friend over the edge. Gwen could taste Abby's wetness and knew she was ready. She took two fingers and gently inserted them into Abby's simmering pussy. Abby moaned as she felt something penetrate her. Gwen began to gently finger her, she was amazed at how wet Abby was. The moaning grew louder as Gwen increased the speed at which she was fingering. Gwen knew it wouldn't be much longer. Her friend was only seconds away from experiencing pure bliss. All she had to do was wait for it.....

Abby moaned in ecstasy as she collapsed on the bed, her body twitching as the orgasm consumed her. Gwen sat up and started to giggle. She loved watching people completely lose it in the throes of pleasure. As Gwen watched Abby for a moment she thought to herself, "Damn I love nerdy girls, they're so fucking hot." Abby's naked body was gorgeous. Long silky Auburn hair, soft perky breasts, smooth supple skin, Gwen wanted to touch her so badly. 

She slowly crawled on top of Abby, and gently kissed her belly button. Abby's whole body shuddered. Gwen was so turned on that just her simple touch could drive this woman wild. She continued to gently kiss Abby, slowly exploring every inch of her body. Licking her friend to a wonderful climax had really turned her in. Now Gwen's whole body was tingling, she collapsed on her back and said, "Oh God I need to cum,"

Abby knew exactly what her friend needed. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out her special toy. Abby had watched her friend have sex enough to know she didn't need much foreplay when she was like this. She'd heard Gwen scream at some poor guy more than once, "Just fuck me goddammit...I need your dick in me!" 

A buzzing sound filled the room as Abby pressed the button to activate her toy. She looked at it seductively for a second. She knew the spinning and vibrating little plaything would drive Gwen crazy. Gwen's body was trembling with anticipation when she heard the buzzing start. She slowly parted her legs as Abby sat down on the bed. "Dammit will you stick that thing in me!" Gwen ordered.

Abby giggled as she inserted the toy. She could see Gwen was overcome with pleasure. When the vibrating tentacle protruding from the top of the toy touched Gwen's clit she lifted her whole body off the bed. There was a good reason this thing was the best selling sex toy in the world for women, all Abby had to do was let it do the work. Gwen was cussing like a sailor in the heat of passion. "I'm going to fucking cum all over your bed!!!" Gwen screamed. When her orgasm hit anyone watching would have thought she was having a seizure. It sounded like she was spewing profanity in a foreign language. 

"Damn I thought I had a nice little orgasm, I wish I could cum like that." Abby said.

Gwen was a puddle of steaming, sweaty, sex crazed goo when she collapsed on the bed. 

"Whew Shit!" she exclaimed. "Now that's what I call a Friday night!" 

Abby and Gwen's heads were spinning as they were laying in bed talking. It wasn't very late at night so Gwen came up with an idea.

"Hey wanna have some fun?" she asked Abby

"Sure," Abby answered.

Gwen jumped up and went over to Abby's closet. She was looking for something cute for Abby to wear. She found a short little black dress and tossed it over to Abby.

"OK put this on,"

Abby thought they were going to mess around a little more playing dress-up until Gwen said,

"Come on,"

Gwen grabbed Abby's hand and led her down to the first floor of their apartment building. Gwen knocked on a door at the end of the hallway, and a handsome young man of twenty five or so answered. It was late so he was only in his boxer shorts. "Hey Gwen...what's up?"

"Hi Travis, have you met Abby from the fourth floor?" Gwen asked.

"Oh yeah, we've spoken a few times...How are you?" said Travis.

"Oh good...How about you?" Abby replied. 

Gwen pushed Travis aside as she walked into his apartment and shut the door.

"Travis, I want you to take Abby here into you bedroom and fuck the shit out of her while I watch," said Gwen.

Travis and Abby were shocked. They thought poor Gwen had lost her mind for suggesting that you could just knock on someone's door in the middle of the night and have sex with them. 

"I'm so sorry I don't know what's gotten into her," Travis said to Abby.

"Oh come on, How many times have you told me about the naughty things you'd like to do to the hottie on the fourth floor, Now's your chance," said Gwen.

Abby took the opportunity to look Travis over a bit as they were talking and despite the shock of it all, she liked what she saw. Travis had a nice fit body, standing here in his boxers, and Abby hadn't been with a man in a while so she spoke up.

"I don't mind if you don't..." Abby sheepishly touched Travis' bare chest and said. "If the situation was reversed I wouldn't kick you out of my bedroom." 

"Well I guess I could..." Travis said.

"Look I'm horny, and I wanna watch you two fuck, so get your asses in that bedroom....March!" Gwen ordered.

Travis, Abby and Gwen all went into the bedroom. Gwen took a seat on a chair in the corner, as Travis and Abby sat on the bed. Travis sheepishly touched Abby as he cautiously leaned over to kiss her. He could feel a slight resistance from Abby for a second, but the nervousness melted from both of them quickly. Abby decided to lie back on the bed as Travis cautiously lay on top of her. Travis was being careful to take things slowly. He was gently kissing her when his hand found its way to her thigh. Abby hadn't been touched by a man in some time so this sent a chill up her spine. 

Travis was carefully inching Abby's dress a little higher up her thigh when she felt something hard touch it. Abby's heart started to pound when she felt Travis' erection touch her. Gwen wasn't wasting any time with her dress. The hemline was above her belly button, and she had one foot up on the chair as she slowly fingered her clit. She was so turned on by this steamy display of two timid lovers exploring each other.

Abby couldn't resist, her hand found it's way to Travis' thigh. She could feel the goosebumps as she inched toward his massive erection. She felt his whole body shake as she touched his penis. She just wanted to feel it in her hand for a second. She found the slit in his boxers and reached inside. She wanted to touch it directly. When she wrapped her fingers around it, she could feel his heartbeat. Blood was rushing into his sex organ. 

Abby just wanted to touch this beautiful thing forever but she knew it was time to let go, something much better awaited. Travis slipped off his boxers, and Abby pulled her dress over her head. Abby lay flat on her back and opened her legs wide, begging Travis to enter her. Travis cautiously climbed on top of the gorgeous little bookworm from upstairs. Abby's toes were tingling when Travis penetrated her. It had been so long, he was so warm, Abby could feel his heartbeat deep inside her body. The pleasure was indescribable.

Travis could feel Abby's heart pounding too. He thought this had to be a dream. This beautiful girl he'd been lusting for was actually in his bed, making love to him. He just knew any second the alarm clock would go off. The alarm clock didn't go off. Travis was slowly fucking Abby as he felt his nature begin to rise. He didn't want his time with his beautiful new mistress to be over yet, so he let her get on top. 

"Oh my." Abby thought to herself as she climbed on top of Travis' hard body. She gently massaged his chest as she guided him back inside her. "He's so big" Abby thought eight inches at least. He filled up every inch of her pussy. As Abby grinded her hips up and down on Travis's pole she could almost feel every vein in his dick as it glided in and out of her love canal.

Abby was so wet, Travis' massive penis was gliding in and out of her effortlessly. She wanted to feel him cum inside her so bad. Now that she was in control she started to fuck him faster, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out long. Faster, and faster, she bounced on him.

"God I want your cum inside me!" Abby screamed.

"You naughty girl" said Gwen as she had her fingers deep inside her own cunt. This little display of timid strangers turning into passionate lovers before her eyes was driving her wild. Her fingers were soaked with her own pussy juice. She hadn't watched sex this steamy in a long time.

Travis moaned as he erupted inside of Abby. The warm seed filling her body made Abby toes curl. All her primal urges, her lustful passion was let out in a spontaneous night of wild animal sex. Abby had never done anything like this. She was naked and sweaty on top of a man she just. met with his sperm dripping out of her. How many PhD candidates got to do something like that.

"Damn, that was fucking hot!" Gwen exclaimed as Travis and Abby slowly uncoupled.

Gwen stood up and pulled down her dress, she found Abby's dress on the floor, and picked it up as she walked over and grabbed Abby's hand.

"C'mon sweetie, time for bed." said Gwen

"Hey I hope I'll see you around..." Travis said as Gwen pulled her away.

"Count on it....Bye." Abby smiled and waved at him as Gwen pulled her out the door. 

The Girl in a Pooh Bear Night Shirt



Hello. My name is Susan and I am nineteen years old. I am 4 feet 11 inches tall and very petite. I was born in Hong Kong and adopted by an American family when I was only two years old. I have long straight black hair and brown eyes. I also have little feet. My skin is very smooth. I'm studying to be a teacher. During the summer I love to lay out in the sun in my little blue bikini. I guess you could say that I'm shy and reserved until I get to know a person really well. But I also have another side of me. If I like you and trust you, then I can be quite naughty. I guess that's not so unusual, isn't it?

I guess you could also say that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. You can blame my boyfriend, Tom, for that. I wasn't that way until I met him. He is so bad!

It all started one night when Tom's friend, George, came over to visit for a few hours. George is one of the few of Tom's friends who I really like. I shared a few glasses of wine with the two guys.

After a little while, I excused myself to take a shower. I went upstairs to the bedroom and took off my clothes. I looked in the mirror. My chest and face were a little flushed from the wine. It sure doesn't take much wine to do that to me.

I wrapped the towel around myself and scooted into the bathroom to take my shower. After the shower, I scooted back into the bedroom to finish drying myself off.

I put on my pink Pooh Bear cotton night shirt. The Pooh Bear shirt is my favorite pajama. It is so cute. I feel like a little girl when I wear it. It comes down to a few inches above my knees. I didn't have anything underneath. No bra. No panties. Nothing!

Suddenly, Tom came into the room. He smiled when he saw what I was wearing.

"You look cute in that outfit!"

"Thank you."

"George and I are having some more wine. Aren't you going to come down and have some?"

"Okay, but, maybe I had better put something else on."

"You look okay with what you have on now."

"Don't you think that what I'm wearing is too revealing?"

"No. You look fine."

"Okay."

Tom is a typical male. Of course, I knew that he wasn't telling me the truth. I think, if it were up to him, it would be just fine if I walked around the house stark naked. He wouldn't care who saw me.

Normally, I would have ignored him and put on something else. I don't know why, but, for some reason, tonight was different. I was in a mood to have some fun and, if Tom didn't mind that George would see me without much on, then why should I? Tom took my hand and led me into the living room.

George was sitting on the recliner. I caught him staring at me for a moment. I think he was surprised to see me in the short night shirt. It was obvious that he liked what he was seeing.

I sat down on the sofa and immediately pulled the bottom of the night shirt down as far as it would go. Tom handed me a glass of wine and sat down next to me.

We talked for a while...

I looked at George. Twenty years old, with thick brown hair, muscular arms and a broad chest, he looked so handsome. I couldn't understand why a nice guy like that did not have a girlfriend. The only thing that I could think of was that he had not yet gotten over his break up with his ex-girlfriend, Becky. But, that was almost a year ago. 

Tom poured me another glass of wine...

Suddenly, George commented, "Your face is a little red."

"It's from the wine."

"It is?"

"Yes, wine always has that effect on me."

After a while, I laid down on the sofa with my head on a pillow and my legs resting on Tom's lap. I closed my eyes and let him massage my feet while I listened to the guys talk. I felt very relaxed and was almost ready to fall asleep when I felt Tom stop. I opened my eyes again.

"Don't stop. That feels so good!"

"Okay."

I looked up and noticed that George was looking at my feet as Tom continued to massage them. I could tell that he really liked looking at them.

Tom asked George, "Doesn't Susan have little feet?"

George agreed, "Yes, she sure does!"

I giggled, "That's because I'm Asian. Asian girls are supposed to have little feet."

I wiggled them up and down.

Tom continued to massage me and, when he finished with my feet, he moved his hands with gentle upward strokes from my ankles to my knees. As Tom continued to rub me, he pulled the bottom of my night shirt up a little bit so that it was not in the way. It was now about six inches above my knees. I didn't think anything unusual about that since I was still pretty well covered but, not wanting to give George too much of a thrill and to not appear too immodest, I kept my knees close to each other.

I looked up at George again. He was staring at me with an envious look as if he wished that he was the one who was touching me and not Tom.

Without warning, Tom pulled the bottom of my night shirt up a couple of inches more. He took me by surprise. I wasn't expecting him to do that. Not with George watching. I gave him a look like, "Don't you know that I'm not wearing any panties?" Tom saw my look, but he just smiled. I guess I could have pulled the shirt back down, but I decided not to. The truth is, I was enjoying letting Tom do what he was doing and I was having too much fun showing myself to George.

George was staring at my little feet and my legs and knees. I knew that he wanted to look higher, but he didn't want to be too obvious.

Tom continued to massage my legs and thighs and, as he did, the bottom of my night shirt continued to creep up even higher. I'm not sure if Tom deliberately pulled it up or if it just happened accidentally, but I knew, the way that I was laying, that George could now see almost all the way up my thighs and that, if the shirt would get pulled up any higher than it already was, he would definitely be able to see that I wasn't wearing any panties!

What would George think if he saw my little pussy?

I decided that I had better sit up before Tom exposed me completely. I adjusted my clothing so that I was more covered.

The three of us talked some more. By now, this must have been my third or fourth glass (I can't really remember) and I was definitely feeling the wine. I was acting so silly and giggly and my words were getting tongue-tied. The guys thought that this was funny. Tom knew that wine could do this to me, but George had never seen me behave this way before.

All of a sudden, I had this burst of energy. I don't know where it came from. I decided to get up and put a CD in the player.

"Okay guys. It's time to dance!"

So I stood in the middle of the living room by myself and started to wiggle and shake to the beat of the music. The guys laughed when they saw what I was doing. I think they thought that I was drunk, but I really wasn't; I just pretended to be. I was feeling silly and uninhibited. There was no doubt that I had the guys' attention as I shook my little bottoms and pranced about. I raised my arms above my head and, each time that I did, the bottom of my night shirt came up a few inches, until the guys could see, without a doubt, that I wasn't wearing any panties underneath. I knew that I was putting on a brazen show.

Tom was sitting on the sofa. I walked right up to him and held out my hand.

"Come on. Aren't you going to dance?"

I took Tom's hand and playfully pulled and tugged at him to try to get him to stand up. It didn't take much for me to coax him into dancing. The music was fast and we danced with abandon while George watched from the recliner. Tom twirled me around. I was laughing and feeling giddy. We were both having a good time.

Tom pulled me close and we started to kiss. Then I coyly pulled away before things got too out of hand. Tom grasped my wrist and pulled me close again. I put my arms around his neck and he placed his arms around my waist. We were kissing and, this time, I didn't pull away. It didn't matter that the music was fast.

Now I could feel Tom's hands underneath my night shirt, squeezing my firm little bare bottoms.

I giggled, "You are being a bad boy!"

"I like your bottoms!"

"You do?"

"Yes!"

The next thing I knew, Tom had grasped the bottom of my night shirt and lifted it up enough so that I was exposed from the waist down. I was now bottomless! A bottomless dancer! 

I exclaimed, "Stop it! George can see!"

"So?"

"You don't care?"

"No!"

Despite my words telling him to stop, Tom continued to tug my night shirt up higher until it was above my tummy.

What Tom said next really shocked me...

"Take your clothes off!"

Tom was trying to undress me in front of George!

I instinctively pulled away.

But, Tom was very persistent. He pulled me close and tugged my night shirt up again. I suppose that I could have stopped him if I had wanted to, but, I really didn't want to. I couldn't blame him for wanting to undress me. I knew that I was being the exhibitionist and tease and, until now, I had only encouraged him to misbehave. Deep down inside, I really wanted Tom to pull my clothes off in front of George, but, at the same time, I didn't want to appear too easy. I figured that I could just blame it on the alcohol.

What would George think if he saw me nude? I'm sure that he would like it. I mean, most boys would. 

Tom exclaimed, "Take it off!"

All I know is that I lifted my arms up and let Tom pull my night shirt over my head. He tried to toss it onto the sofa, but, somehow, it landed on the floor.

Suddenly, I was completely naked and exposed! I couldn't believe that Tom had stripped me in front of George. I felt so naughty and devilish. I put one arm across my chest to cover my breasts and looked at George. You should have seen the shocked look on his face! He was gawking at me, taking in my entire body from head to toe. I bet he wasn't expecting to see me like this! 

I took my arm away from my chest and turned toward Tom.

"Are you satisfied now that I'm naked?"

"Yes!"

It was like Tom was a little boy. He looked so happy and satisfied that I had let him pull my clothes off in front of George. I put my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts against his chest and kissed him passionately.

George watched as the two of us danced. I knew that he was trying not to stare at me, but he couldn't help it. The way that I was dancing with Tom, George could see my bare back and sides, but he couldn't see very much of my breasts because they were being flattened against Tom's chest.

Suddenly, the music was over. I immediately picked up my night shirt off the floor and ran into the kitchen.

I was so nervous. I debated whether to put my clothes back on or not. I took some apples out of the refrigerator and began to cut them up.

It was only a moment later when Tom walked in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm cutting us up some fruit."

Of course, he could tell that I was very nervous.

I looked up and said, "Maybe I had better put my clothes back on."

"No. It's okay. Stay the way you are."

"I don't think so. I can't stay this way."

"Why not?"

"Aren't you concerned that George will get the wrong idea?"

"No. He knows that we're just having some fun." 

"I'm not so sure about that. He probably thinks that I'm acting like a slut."

"I think you're making too much out this. I know George and he isn't going to think any less of you just because you don't have any clothes on. You're entitled to have some fun. Let yourself go."

"Okay. I guess you're right. But this can't be much fun for him watching the two of us dance. It's too bad he broke up with Becky."

"Trust me. He's fine."

"Why did they break up?"

"It's a long story."

"I just feel that we shouldn't be dancing in front of him like that."

"You know, there's nothing stopping you from asking him to dance."

"You want me to dance with him?"

"Yes."

"I don't know. If I'm going to do that I'll need to put my clothes back on first."

"No. I think you should dance with him naked."

"Oh. You do, do you?"

"Yes!"

"You are so bad! Aren't you afraid that he'll want to do more than just dance?"

"No"

"What if he starts kissing me or he puts his hands in the wrong place? You wouldn't be jealous?"

"No. I think you should dance with him."

"Okay. I'll think about it."

Tom took my hand and led me back into the living room.

I walked up to George and handed him some apple slices. I was so nervous.

I blurted, "I was going to get dressed, but Tom talked me out of it. I hope you don't mind that I'm naked!"

George had a big smile on his face when I said that.

"No. I don't mind."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Not a problem.

I nervously pranced about in my birthday suit, displaying my body. It was fun letting the boys see me like that. I had never done anything like that before.

Finally, I sat down on the sofa and cuddled up next to Tom. George really had a good view of me now. I kept my knees together, so as to not appear too immodest. I wiggled my little feet. The three of us talked as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

I know it seems absurd.

It must have been about twenty minutes later when Tom needed go upstairs for some reason, leaving me alone with George. I really felt self-conscious and exposed now. I knew that George could see my breasts and my little pussy. I picked up my night shirt again and was about to put it back on, but I just folded it and laid it down on the edge of the sofa. To tell you the truth, I was having too much fun being the exhibitionist in front of him to get dressed now. Tom had said that it was okay with him for me to dance with George. In fact, he wanted me to. I wanted to dance with George too, but I was waiting for the right moment.

I took another sip of wine...

It must have been that last sip of wine that did it.

I asked, "George, would you like to dance with me?"

I think he could tell by the way that my voice shook that I was nervous.

I think I caught him completely by surprise. After all, it's not everyday that a pretty nineteen year old girl who is totally naked asks you to dance, especially if that girl is your friend's girlfriend.

So George and I danced for a few minutes. It was really nice. He was a perfect gentleman. I think it was a little awkward for him not knowing how close to hold me. He put his hands around my waist and I put my arms around his neck.

I giggled, "George, I hope you don't get the wrong idea. I think I've had a little too much to drink, but I'm not really drunk you know. Well, maybe I'm a little drunk."

"It's okay. I know that you're just having fun."

"That's what Tom said. You must have been reading his mind."

"Well, Tom is right."

"You know, I've never danced with anyone without my clothes on before. Not even with Tom."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. I do. I most definitely do! Do you like dancing with me naked?"

"I think you're being silly."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yes. I like dancing with you naked."

"Do you think I look nice?"

"Yes. I think you're beautiful!"

"You're really sweet!"

And, just like that, the song was over.

I had been sitting on the sofa for only a couple of minutes when Tom came down the stairs. He was totally naked! He stood facing me, proudly showing off his semi-erect penis.

I couldn't help laughing.

"I can't believe you!"

Tom pretended that it was no big deal, but I knew otherwise.

Tom said that he wanted to dance with me. I said "Okay." He picked out a song to play.

It was Lady GaGa.:

"Dance, dance... gonna be okay...

Just dance, spin that record babe...

Just dance, gonna be okay...

Dance, dance..."

Tom grasped my wrist and twirled me about. It was pretty wild. One moment he was pulling me close and kissing me. The next moment I was twirling about again. I was laughing and giggling. It was so much fun.

"Dance, dance..."

Tom pulled me close again, kissing me, this time not wanting to let me go. He was obviously very aroused. He just couldn't seem to get enough of my lips. His cock, now fully erect, pressed against my belly. I moved my hips a little away from him so as to make sure that all we were doing was dancing, but he pulled me closer and was kissing me. His cock continued to poke against me.

I was laughing and giggling. I told him to behave, but it was obvious that I wasn't putting up much of a fight. Now we were kissing feverishly. I was so horny! I pressed my chest against his so that he could feel how hard my nipples were. He kept kissing me and I kissed him back. I guess by this time it wasn't really dancing.

I thought Tom was going to take me upstairs to ravish me in the bedroom in private but, instead, he grabbed the pillow from the sofa and a nearby blanket, laid them down on the carpet and laid me down on the blanket with my head on the pillow. Somehow, he kept kissing me all the time that he was doing this. Then he got on top of me.

Of course, George could see all of this. Things were really getting out of hand. This wasn't supposed to happen! I never thought that Tom would want to have sex with me on the living room carpet in front of George. I looked up and saw that George was still there watching us.

Tom began to suck on my tits. He took his time doing this. He knows how to put his lips around my nipples to make them hard. I get little bumps on them when he does that. Tom also licked my tits. He says he likes to taste their saltiness.

I looked up at George. He couldn't help seeing that my chest was flushed and my nipples were erect.

Now Tom was kissing me lower, around the sides of my belly. I giggled and squirmed when he got too close to my ticklish spots around the bones near my hips.

My heart beat rapidly in anticipation of what Tom was going to do to me next. I knew that his intention was to get me so hot that I would let him have his way with me even with George watching. So far, Tom hadn't done anything to me below my waist. He hadn't even touched my pussy or anything like that. Instead, he had concentrated on my top half. But now he was moving down to my genitalia.

Tom kissed me on my pussy lips and then he began to lick them, making them all wet and glistening. I closed my eyes. I could feel his tongue licking my outer lips and then the inner ones too. I could feel Tom using his fingers to gently separate the lips apart and then he licked them some more.

I opened my eyes for a moment and glanced at George. I knew, the way that Tom was holding my labia apart, that George could see my pink wetness inside. But, what surprised me was the way that George was looking at my face. He seemed to be looking at my face so intently. It was my face that would give me away and tell him how aroused I was.

It was at that point that Tom started to lick my clit. I almost screamed when he did that! It felt so good! He kept doing it over and over, moving his tongue up and down over that one spot, getting me all excited.

He licked and sucked on my pussy lips again and then he moved his body back up until I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. I knew that he was excited and that he couldn't wait any longer to put that big cock of his inside of me. Suddenly, he thrust it deep inside my pussy! I gasped for air. It felt so good. He thrust his cock repeatedly and forcefully in and out. I was moaning in pleasure. I knew that George could hear me moaning, but I didn't care.

Tom abruptly stopped and got off of me. I gave him a look like, "What are you doing? Why did you stop?"

I knew why immediately.

I looked up and saw that George was naked and that his penis was erect and that he was lowering himself onto the blanket right next to me on the opposite side that Tom was on.

I immediately realized what was about to happen. George wanted to fuck me too and Tom was going to allow him to do it! 

In a bit of a panic, I started to sit up, but, before I could, Tom placed his hands on my shoulders, holding me down.




The Girl in a Pooh Bear Night Shirt



"No! Don't!"

But I didn't sound very convincing.

George came closer. His cock looked so big and hot! It was standing up in the air at an almost ninety degree angle. I could see from George's face that he was determined to find out what my wet pussy felt like.

I kicked my little bare feet at him in a futile attempt to keep him away.

Both boys laughed when they saw what I was doing with my feet. I'm such a little thing and, if they wanted to have their way with me, then there's no way that I would be able to resist, especially in my present intoxicated condition.

I kicked my feet again.

I remember Tom saying that I should "relax".

The next thing I knew, George was on top of me, kissing me. At first, I turned my face to the side to try to avoid his kisses, but he managed to find my lips. His kisses were passionate, but gentle, lustful but controlled, as if to say, "I'll stop if you want me to." But, I didn't want him to stop. My resistance was gone. I kissed him back.

It must have been a mistake for me to return his kisses because I could now feel George's erect penis pressing against my wet pussy. I can't believe how horny he was! Did he really want me so badly?

I glanced up at Tom. He could have stopped George if he had wanted to.

All of a sudden, George thrust his cock into my pussy. Oh, it felt so good! I squeezed his muscular ass, pulling him closer, as he fucked me. His cock was so hard. He fucked me with abandon as if he would never have another opportunity to do it again. I screamed in orgasm as he ejaculated, shooting his sperm inside of me!

George lay on top of me, trying to catch his breath. His weight pressed against my chest. I could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.

Finally, he rolled off of me.

I turned onto my side facing him as he lay on his back. He looked so content. His cock, so big and rigid and excited a moment ago, was starting to become limp.

I put my lips on his and kissed him.

Now it was Tom's turn to pick up where he had left off. He lowered himself on top of me and started kissing me again. I know that I should have been angry at him. There were so many thoughts going on in my head. Tom slid his cock inside of my pussy and began to fuck the hell out of me. Shocks of pleasure took over. I was moaning so badly. By this time I was kissing Tom frantically and thrusting my pelvis upwards to meet his. Tom was in control. He fucked me harder and faster until he finally exploded, squirting his semen inside of me

Everything had happened so quickly.

I know that I should have been angry at Tom. George had practically raped me and Tom had allowed him to do it! But I wasn't angry at either of them. Looking back, I think a lot of the fault was mine.

I know what some of you are thinking, that this is another one of those sexist stories where a woman is raped and all she does is blame it on herself. NO, that's not what happened at all. Well, maybe it happened a little bit that way. The truth is that I enjoyed being the exhibitionist. And I enjoyed letting the boys have their way with me.

I would never have done that if not for Tom. He is the one who stripped me of my Pooh Bear night shirt in front of George. I'm normally so shy and reserved. But Tom wouldn't have been able to strip me if I didn't let him. I was the one who was acting so silly. I could have put my clothes back on at any time, but I chose instead to remain naked in front of the two boys. I was having too much fun letting them see me.

And what did I think was going to happen when I danced nude with George? After all, I'm a pretty nineteen year old girl. I knew that he didn't have a girl friend and that he was horny and I also knew that I was teasing him and that he wanted to touch me. 

I think where I miscalculated is that I figured, since Tom was there, that things would remain pretty much under control. Tom was my boyfriend and George was his friend and, no matter how naughty I behaved in front of George, Tom would make sure that nothing happened. Was I wrong about that! 

Anyway, I'm not sorry about what happened. Thanks to Tom, I'm truly an exhibitionist now. I can tell you so many stories. Like the time we were celebrating New Year's Eve with another couple and I took my dress and bra off just before midnight. Or the time I sunbathed nude in the backyard in front of Tom's brother.

So far as being a swinger is concerned, what happened with George and me was pretty much a one time event. I'm not saying that I'm sweet and innocent or anything like that, and there are a few instances where Tom and I and another couple did what you could call a "soft" swing, but that's about it. I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not saying that I would be opposed to Tom and me being intimate with someone else, but I would need to know them really well.

And, so far as George is concerned, we're still good friends even though we had that one wild evening. He apologized for what happened and I accepted his apology, but I know that he would want to fuck me all over again if I let him have the chance. He said that I looked so nice that he just lost control. What a line! I laughed when he said that.



The Girl In Flat 89



"Yeah sure Mum, that's fine...okay I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

Putting her mobile down on the coffee table, Lynda picked up the remote and flicked through the channels in the hope of finding something worth watching. After around five minutes, she gave up and decided to start getting ready early. Lynda had been on about five dates with Phil and while he seemed like a nice enough sort of bloke, she wasn't really sure if he was right for her, he was a little on the boring side and perhaps a little too nice for her taste. At almost forty years old, she had still not managed to find Mr. Right, her longest relationship had only lasted around two years and that was over a decade ago. Her friends were always teasing her for being too picky but it wasn't really that, it was simply that she couldn't find anyone who had that spark, that something that made them different, 'the one'.

Getting up, she made her way into the bedroom. She was about to draw the curtains when she noticed a light on in the flat opposite; the curtains were drawn but she could see silhouettes moving across them. Flat 89 had been empty for as long as Lynda could remember and she had lived in the block for almost three years so she was quite surprised to see a light on.

"Hmm, looks like I'm getting a neighbour at last," she shrugged, drawing her curtains and starting to get undressed. For a woman of her age, she had a trim, athletic figure, a result of visiting the gym at least three times a week. Her vibrant blue eyes and blonde hair, cut in a page boy style, gave her something of a confident, domineering appearance, although that wasn't really in her nature.

Lynda sighed as she thought about how to let Phil down gently. She knew it wasn't going to be nice, but there was no point in carrying on the relationship, it just didn't seem to be going anywhere. Grabbing a towel, she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

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

A few hours later she returned home. Stepping into the lift, Lynda pressed the button for the top floor and leant against the wall. As it turned out, the evening hadn't turned out that bad. After meeting up with Phil and calling time on their relationship (which he had took a lot better than Lynda had expected, or had liked if she was honest) she bumped into a few of her work mates and decided to have a 'couple' of drinks. Eleven Bacardi and Cokes later she had bundled herself into a taxi back home which was why she was now propping herself up against the lift wall barely able to keep her eyes open. Arriving at her floor, the doors opened and she wobbled out towards her front door and fished around in her handbag for her keys.

"Where the fuck are they?" she hissed. Eventually Lynda found them. Falling through the front door, she closed it behind her, threw her handbag on the sofa and staggered into the bedroom flopping face down on the bed. And then it started.

"Uuuhhh...fuck no...you've gotta be joking," she groaned, feeling the room starting to spin. As the watery sensation rushed into her mouth, she just managed to reach the bathroom as an arc of vomit exploded from her mouth, quickly followed by further three.

"Ohhh God!" she gasped, gripping the lavatory pan and spitting the remnants into the water. Eventually she felt well enough to stand. Rinsing her mouth under the cold tap on the wash basin, she shuffled back into bedroom and flicked on the bedside lamp. Although throwing up had made her feel much better Lynda still felt a little groggy so she decided to open the window and let in a little fresh air. Drawing back the curtain she was just about to reach for the handle when a movement in the window opposite caught her eye.

"What the hell?".......

The curtains had now been drawn back and standing there in the dim light in the middle of the room was a girl in just a black bra and thong. Lynda guessed she was probably around early to mid twenties with thick dark curly hair that cascaded down her back. Her figure was voluptuous with thick chunky thighs, a curvy bum and large boobs, barely contained within the bra. Peeping from round the edge of the window, Lynda watched on intrigued as the girl performed a series of lunges and stretching exercises, pausing briefly just to remove the bra, her pendulous breasts now swinging freely as she resumed her exercises.

"Jesus Christ," Lynda whispered to herself, swallowing hard. For some strange reason she just couldn't take her eyes off this girl, but couldn't understand why. After all, it wasn't as if she hadn't seen a half naked woman before, she saw them all the time at the gym in her never ending quest to keep in shape, so what was so special about this one?

After about ten minutes, the girl finished her routine; wiping her brow, she stepped over to the bed and lay down, smoothing her hands over her breasts and down her thighs. Because of the position of the bed in the room, Lynda had to move round a little so she could still see what the girl was doing. 

"Oh my God!"

Open mouthed, she looked on as the dark haired beauty slipped her right hand inside her thong and gently rubbed as she twisted her nipples with her left. Watching her masturbate, Lynda could feel a strange sensation building in her stomach and making its way down between her legs. Unable to resist any longer, she unbuttoned her trousers and slipped her hand inside her underwear, the soft lips already wet.

"Oh God...yes!" she gasped, rubbing her swollen clit as she watched the object of her desire thrashing round on her bed as she neared orgasm. Seconds later, the girl arched her back, shaking her head as climax tore through her curvaceous body. When she finally settled, she lazily threw out an arm and the room went black.

"Oh no!" Lynda groaned despairingly, the beautiful vision snatched away from her at exactly the wrong moment. Quickly kicking off her shoes, she pulled off her trousers and panties and threw herself on to the bed, closing her eyes trying to conjure up the images in her mind. Plunging her fingers deep into her soaked pussy, she moaned wantonly as she visualised her voluptuous new neighbour on her bed writhing in ecstasy. As the waves began to build within her, Lynda buried her face in the pillow, her body tensing as the inevitable edged ever closer.

"Ohhhh....oh God...yes!"

Slamming her hand into the bed, she gasped as the climax broke over her, the waves rippling through her making her head swim. As her body gradually relaxed, she gave a contented groan and gently drifted off to sleep.......

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

A few hours later, she was somewhat jarringly awoken by the piercing shrill of her doorbell being repeatedly rung.

"Lynda.......Lynda.....are you in there?" a female voice yelled, followed by a rather forceful knock on the door.

"Oh shit...Mum," Lynda groaned, remembering her mother was coming round today. Suddenly realising she was naked from the waist down, she quickly grabbed her trousers.

"Hold on Mum...just a minute."

With her head pounding, she opened the door to find her mother standing there with a disapproving look on her face.

"Good night then, was it?" she asked sarkily, tutting and stepping past her daughter.

"Yes thank you, why don't you come in Mum?" Lynda muttered under her breath as she closed the door. Making her way into kitchen, she switched on the kettle and rooted around in the cupboard for some painkillers.

"I take it you've got hangover then?" her Mum yelled from the sitting room.

"Mmm, a bit."

"And you can tell you've slept all night in those clothes."

"Alright, I'll go for a shower in a bit," Lynda replied irritably, rolling her eyes. Making two cups of coffee, she brought them into the sitting room, placed them on the coffee table and sat down next to her mother.

"Well, what were you up to last night then? As if I need to ask."

"I met up with Phil and then went for a few drinks with some friends."

"A few?" her Mum replied, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes a few, bloody hell Mum!"

"At least you're still seeing Phil. How's that going?"

"Erm...I ended it with him last night."

"Oh for God sake Lynda, why?"

"It just wasn't going anywhere. It didn't feel right."

"I don't know," her Mum tutted, taking a sip of her coffee, "thirty nine years old and still not settled down. I was hoping for some Grandchildren one day, some bloody hope."

"There's more to life than just settling down and having kids Mum."

"Hmm, there's more to life than getting pissed all the time as well."

"I don't get pissed all the time!" Lynda replied indignantly.

"Well you've certainly been doing it a lot recently; I mean, look at the state of you, falling asleep in your clothes."

"Yes, alright Mum," Lynda sighed, rolling her eyes, "I'll go and get changed."

 After having a shower and getting changed (and listening to her Mum complaining for a further hour) Lynda was ready to head into town. As they stepped out of the front door, Lynda's new neighbour came out of the lift. As she approached them, Lynda felt the same sensation in her stomach she had felt last night.

"Hello, you must be my new neighbour," she said nervously, holding out her hand, "my name's Lynda."

"Verity," the girl replied, shaking it, "yes I moved in a couple days ago."

"Verity...wow, that's...different."

"Hmm yes, I've got my mother to thank for that, she's a little erm, shall we say...bohemian," she smiled.

As they stood chatting, Lynda could feel her stomach turning somersaults. Viewed through window last night Verity had looked attractive, but face to face she was absolutely stunning, her beautiful ivory skin, big soft brown eyes and warm smile. Dressed in a leather jacket and pair of tight jeans that showed off her chunky thighs and curvaceous hips to their utmost, Lynda tried desperately to maintain eye contact with her new neighbour but she couldn't help briefly glancing downwards at Verity's figure. With her heart now pounding, she decided to end the conversation before it became too obvious.

"Well we'd better get going, come on Mum," Lynda smiled awkwardly, feeling her face going red.

"Yes I'd better get on too. Nice to have met you, pop round for a coffee sometime if you like," Verity offered as she put the key in her front door, "I don't really know anyone round here."

"Yeah sure, that'd be nice, bye."

"See ya."

"She seems nice," Lynda's Mum chirped as they headed for the lift.

"Hmm, yes," her daughter smiled, her mind drifting back to what she had witnessed the night before....

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

 A few days had passed. Lynda hadn't seen anything more of Verity since that first meeting, either outside the flat or in her bedroom. She had knocked on the door a couple of days earlier but didn't get an answer. After spending the evening round at one of her friends, she arrived back at almost midnight.

"Hmm, just one more," she sighed, taking a bottle of wine from the fridge and pouring herself a glass. Flopping down on the sofa, she took a sip and picked up the book she had been trying to finish for weeks now. Managing to get through two more chapters as she finished the glass of wine, she decided to go bed.

"Sod it," Lynda yawned, closing the book.

Stepping into the bedroom, she was about to switch on the light when she noticed a dim glow coming from Verity's bedroom window.

"Oh God, please be there," she whispered to herself, sneaking over to her window and peeking round the edge of the curtains. The room was empty, but she decided to wait a little while just in case. After about five minutes, she guessed she must have just left the bedside lamp on by accident.

"Hmm, she must be out," she shrugged, giving a disheartened sigh.

She was about to draw the curtains when Verity appeared, dressed in long black nightgown. Feeling a sudden jolt in her stomach, Lynda watched gobsmacked as the voluptuous girl shrugged off the silky garment to reveal she was completely naked beneath.

"Oh my God!" Lynda gasped as her gaze fell upon the beautiful vision before her, bathed in the half-light of the bedside lamp.

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the neatly trimmed dark triangle of hair between Verity's thick, ivory thighs; the more she looked, the more she could feel her clit tingling. Standing motionless for a moment with her hands by her sides and her eyes closed, Verity then began her 'routine' of lunges and stretches. For a girl of her physique, she was remarkably supple, being able to contort her body into positions which made Lynda wince, finishing off her routine with the splits. 

"That's incredible," the older woman whispered, slipping her hand under the waistband of her jeans.

Getting up off the floor, Verity then lay down on her bed and took something out of the bedside draw. At first, Lynda couldn't make out what it was, but it soon became very apparent as the voluptuous brunette lay back on the bed and held the object between her legs.

"Oh God Verity yes!" Lynda gasped, slipping her fingers inside her thong and rubbing her aching clit as she watched Verity writhing round on the bed pushing herself towards orgasm. Sinking her fingers deep into her dripping snatch she gripped the window sill as she felt her knees weakening, the sight of Verity arching her back in ecstasy sending her over the edge.

"Verity!...ohhhh fffuuck!" she screamed, falling back on to the bed as the climax racked her body, making her groan and claw at the bedclothes. After lying there for a few minutes she got up and looked across at Verity's window; the room was now in darkness.

"Goodnight beautiful," Lynda whispered, smiling to herself. Getting undressed, she slipped into bed and tried to get some sleep......

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

Over the next two weeks Lynda watched Verity's routine a further three times; the pair still hadn't spoke to each other since that first meeting, Lynda couldn't seem to pluck up the courage to knock on Verity's door again. She was a little worried that she was becoming obsessed with her beautiful neighbour and that if she struck up a friendship with her it would just make things worse. On reflection, she had decided just to admire her neighbour from afar rather than complicate things further. That was until one Tuesday evening...

 Returning home from work, Lynda was just about to step into the lift when a voice called out behind her.

"Lynda, wait!"

Turning round, she found Verity running towards her.

'Oh God', she thought, feeling her stomach churn. Holding the lift door, she smiled nervously as the brunette approached.

"Hello."

"Hiya; you just finished work?"

"Erm, yeah," Lynda replied, feeling her face reddening.

"Me too."

"Oh right, what do you do?"

"I'm a physiotherapist at the health centre, you know the one on Heath Street," Verity replied as they stepped into the lift.

"Oh yes, I know the one."

"Where do you work?" 

"Oh I just work in the planning department in the council offices. Not very exciting I'm afraid," said Lynda, smiling and looking down at the floor.

"Oh, right."

Arriving at their floor, the pair stepped out of the lift and made their way down the corridor.

"Tell you what, I've got some wine in the fridge, do you fancy coming in for a glass?" Verity asked, smiling warmly at her neighbour as she turned her key in the front door.

Before she could stop herself, Lynda blurted out her reply.

"Erm...yeah sure, why not?" she smiled, her heart pounding.

"Great, come in."

Stepping inside, Lynda hung up her jacket in the hallway and followed Verity into the sitting room.

"Take a seat," she smiled as she went into the kitchen to fetch the wine and two glasses. Looking around the room, Lynda was intrigued by the decor. The walls were painted a deep soft shade of red; strange artwork with what looked like Chinese writing adorned them. Dotted around the room on shelves were figurines of nude women in yoga poses; somehow the whole ambience of the place made her feel strangely relaxed despite the butterflies still rising in her stomach.

"There you go," Verity chirped, handing her a large glass.

"Cheers. So where are you originally from?" asked Lynda, taking a sip.

"Oxford."

"Oh; that's a nice part of the world, I've always wanted to visit there one day."

"Hmm, it's okay I suppose," Verity shrugged, "I always found it a bit boring to be honest."

"Well I don't think you'll find Harperton any more exciting," giggled Lynda, taking a large gulp from her glass.

"Perhaps not, but I just thought it was time I struck out on my own, it's took me till I'm 25."

"Well that's not bad, I didn't have my own place at 25."

"My Mum stumped up some of the cash. She works in the city for one of the big banks," the brunette smiled, blushing a little.

"Oh...Oh well, that's what Mums are for isn't it?" Lynda smirked, finishing her drink.

"Hmm, I suppose," replied Verity, topping up her guest's glass.

As they chatted and made their way through a second bottle, the pair began to feel more and more relaxed in each other's company. Throughout the evening, Verity noticed that Lynda would occasionally wince or shift uncomfortably in her seat. With her curiosity getting the better of her, she decided to investigate.

"Are you okay Lynda?"

"Erm...yeah I'm fine," the blonde replied nervously, convinced Verity could sense her attraction to her.

"Are you sure?"

As her heart began pounding, she quickly scrabbled round in her mind for an answer.

"Erm...well it's probably nothing, but I keep getting this sharp pain in my right shoulder. I haven't been able to go the gym for about two weeks."

"Oh right," Verity smiled, "Sounds like a trapped nerve to me. Would you like me to take a look at it?"

'Oh shit,' thought Lynda, swallowing hard as her host smiled at her. Knowing it would probably seem impolite to refuse, she accepted.

"Erm...yeah, okay."

"Good, just slip your blouse off and I'll give it a gentle massage."

Taking a deep breath, Lynda slowly unbuttoned her pink blouse and slipped it off, revealing a white lacy bra. Sitting down in the armchair, she smiled anxiously at the brunette.

"Relax, don't be nervous," Verity smiled warmly as she rubbed her hands together. Standing behind her guest, she then placed them on her shoulders gently massaged them.

"How does that feel?" the voluptuous girl asked softly.

"Erm...yes...nice," Lynda replied, her voice faltering as the touch of Verity's hands sent shockwaves through her.

"Gosh, you're pretty tense," Verity whispered, squeezing a little harder. Closing her eyes, Lynda tried in vain to suppress a moan of arousal escaping her lips.

"Are you alright Lynda?"

"Yes...yes," the blonde groaned as her breathing became heavier.

"Okay."

Looking down and smiling to herself, Verity could clearly see Lynda's erect nipples through the lacy mesh of the bra. Sensing the time was right, she decided to make her move.

"Lynda, I think I'd probably be able to do a better job if you were lying down. Should we go to my room?"

Without replying, Lynda nodded and stood up.

"Come on," Verity whispered, smiling as she led her neighbour into the bedroom.

At this point Lynda's senses were reeling, her whole body ached so much with desire for this girl, she would do anything she suggested. Stepping into the room, Verity led her to the foot of the bed and then stood behind her.

"Take off your bra," Verity purred, softly kissing the back of Lynda's neck.

"Oh....Oh God!" she gasped as the bra slipped away and instantly replaced by Verity's warm hands, gently squeezing her breasts and twisting the stiff nipples.

"Verity.....ohhhh fffuck...yes!"

"Shhhh...relax."

Moving her right hand down Lynda's belly, she unbuttoned her trousers and slowly pulled the zip down, smiling to herself as her hand rubbed the soaked thong beneath.




The Girl In Flat 89



"Aaaaahhh...Verity...Verity...pleeease!" the blonde gasped, the sweat beginning to form on her brow.

"My my, we are excited aren't we?" Verity teased, slipping her fingers inside and stroking the rock hard clit.

"Aaaaaahhh Oh my God....yes...yes!"

With her left arm firmly wrapped around Lynda's waist, Verity plunged her fingers deep into the blonde's dripping pussy. Gently massaging the clit with her thumb, she finger fucked her to a shattering orgasm, the blonde screaming in ecstasy before falling forward exhausted on to the bed. 

"Oh God, that was amazing," she groaned, her hair matted with sweat and sticking to her face.

"Why don't you take the rest of your clothes off and make yourself more comfortable?" Verity whispered, gently stroking her hand down Lynda's sweat drenched back and smoothing it over her pert bum cheeks.

"Mmmnn...okay."

Slowly getting up to her feet, Lynda kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her trousers and soaked thong, dropping the skimpy pink garment by the side of the bed. Now completely naked except for her white ankle socks, she stood there before her fully dressed neighbour, the feeling of vulnerability stirring the arousal within her once more. Grinning mischievously, Verity slowly paced over and kissed her forcefully on the lips, extracting a lustful groan from the older women.

"Lie back on the bed and close your eyes," the brunette said softly.

Nodding, Lynda did as she was told. She wasn't sure what Verity was up to but she could hear a lot of movement and shuffling about.

"Are your eyes still closed?"

"Yes."

"Alright, you can open them now."

Opening her eyes, she looked up to find Verity standing at the foot of the bed completely naked, hands on hips.

"Oh my God!" Lynda gasped, wide eyed.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes...yes," she nodded, her voice faltering as she gazed longingly at the voluptuous brunette.

"Good."

Pouncing on to the bed, Verity straddled Lynda and then leaned forward, her huge breasts just inches from the older woman's face.

"Kiss them!" said Verity in a stern tone, moving them closer.

Plunging her face between them, Lynda kissed and sucked wildly at the two soft mounds of flesh, her tongue flicking at the stiff nipples as wanton gasps and moans filled the room. Suddenly, Verity grabbed Lynda's wrists and held them down.

"Aahh!..wh...what are you doing?"

"Shhh..relax Lynda."

Moving down, Verity gently nibbled Lynda's nipples before slowly kissing down her belly. 

"Oh fffuu..yes Verity...yes!"

Feeling the tongue glide over the soft wet lips, Lynda closed her eyes and gave out a lust filled growl as it rolled over her throbbing clit. Digging her fingers into the bedclothes, she thrust her hips upwards, trying to grind her pussy into the brunette's face.

"Eat me! Oh fuck yes EAT MEEE!"

Keeping a firm grip of Lynda's wrists, Verity pushed her tongue deep into her soaked pussy. Within seconds, she felt the muscles spasm as a second climax tore through the blonde, her body writhing as the waves rippled through her. As she gradually settled, Verity stood up and smiled down at her.

"Was that nice?"

"Oh God...yes," Lynda groaned, wiping her eyes. She was about to get up when Verity gently shoved her back down.

"Ah ah ah; where do you think you're going?" the big girl purred, straddling the exhausted women.

"Wha...ohhh."

"Well, you've had your fun, now I want mine."

Giggling wickedly, Verity moved up until Lynda's face was trapped between her thick, creamy skinned thighs, the dark triangle of hair just above her mouth.

"Well, in your own time Lynda."

Shifting her position slightly she kissed the nuzzled the soft hair, the sensual aroma making her head swim. Running her tongue around the soft puffy lips, she then kissed and sucked hard on the stiffened clitoris, making Verity gasp in shock. Grabbing the headboard, she pushed down on Lynda's eager tongue.

"Yes...oh yes that's it Lynda...come on!"

Spurred on by her encouragement, Lynda reached round and sank her fingers into Verity's ample bum cheeks whilst thrusting her tongue deeper into her drenched snatch. Unable to hold on any longer, the big girl threw her head back and screamed as the orgasm coursed through her, sapping all her strength. Letting out a final exhausted groan, she lay down beside Lynda and gently kissed her on the cheek.

"You tired?" she whispered.

"Mmm...a bit."

"Shall I close the curtains? Then we can sleep for a bit."

"Okay."

Looking over at the window opposite, Verity smiled to herself before drawing the curtains.

"You know, it's a good job I know who my neighbour is, you can see straight into here from your bedroom," she smirked.

"Hmm...I know," Lynda smiled back knowingly before closing her eyes. 

'Oh I know you know,' Verity thought, cuddling in behind the older woman and kissing the back of her neck, 'you've been watching me for weeks.'

With a contented smile on her face, she closed her eyes. Her little plan had worked.......

 Thanks for reading

          MELD



The Girl in My Dream



My name is Bryan Andrews, and I'm thirty-two years old. I have dark brown hair and eyes, stand 6"3' and weigh just under 230 pounds. I've never been married because I think that some women my age are full of shit sometimes. As God as my judge, I truly understand that most of them have been hurt by one man or another in their lives; but it doesn't give them the right to take it out all men. My fiancée, whom I really loved, broke up with me because she claimed that I spent more time at work than I did with her. How else was I supposed to pay for the five star restaurants that she liked to dine in, or the tickets for the opera, symphony, and ballet, not to mention keeping her appeased with the latest jewelry, clothes, etc. Yeah, I know I spoiled her and it's probably my own fault, but I believe that when you really care for someone; you do whatever it takes to keep them happy. I guess that makes me an idiot, but that's how I've always been. 

Speaking of things which have always been, for as long as I can remember, I've had a recurring dream. It would come to me during sad or dark times in my life, and it was always the same one. When I was young the dream was of a girl the same age as me. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes, and I somehow knew that her name was Sara. In my dream, we would laugh and play together, making me forget about the darkness that was occurring in my life at that particular time. The funny thing about this dream was, as I grew older, so did Sara. By the time I was twenty, the vision of her beautiful lithe body with flowing long blonde hair and huge blue eyes was eternally etched in my mind, and little did I realize at the time, but my heart as well. And when my fiancée, Kelly, left me yesterday, I again dreamed about Sara last night. In the past when I awoke from dreaming of her, I always felt a little lost and empty. However this time there was something more, a yearning perhaps, but I still had yet to realize it.

Chapter One

I had just gotten off from work that afternoon and was headed to the sports bar down the street to watch the Cowboys play; I live in Dallas, Texas. Anyway, when I pulled my car into the parking lot of the bar, I laughed when I heard my stomach growl and knew it was time to eat. I did the usual hamburger and chicken wings routine, followed by a couple of cold beers. I was disappointed when the Cowboys lost, but still, it did me some good to get my mind off of Kelly, at least for a while anyway. Kelly and I lived together for almost two years, and you would think she would at least have the guts to tell me in person that she was leaving me, as opposed to leaving a "Dear John" letter on the coffee table, fucking cowardly bitch. Needless to say, I was broken hearted and left feeling lost and alone. I did find out later though, that she had been seeing someone else on the side, and he eventually got her pregnant and then left her. I didn't wish any harm on her, but I did feel a small sense of satisfaction when I heard the news.

I went home to an empty house, and as I thought of the time I spent with Kelly as well as the love I thought we shared; I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as they began to roll down my face. However, when I remembered the letter she left, as well as all the bullshit that it contained, my pain turned to anger, making me stomp off to the shower to basically wash her out of my consciousness. Sounds childish, I know, but it actually helped me deal with things a little easier that night. So, when I went to bed, I felt refreshed and ready for sleep. 

The moment I was asleep, my dreams took me to a meadow somewhere near my childhood home. It was a beautifully sunny day, and it felt so familiar to me, as it always had, but just like before, I still couldn't quite place where I was. All of a sudden, there she stood, wearing a long white summer dress that had small straps holding it up, leaving her shoulders bare. As I looked into her piercingly blue eyes, the gentle wind whipped her long blonde hair, which was now flowing past her knees and gently about us as she stepped closer to me. "I know you're hurting Bryan," she said, "But it won't be for very long, I promise."

This was the first time she had ever called me by my name, or at least it was the first time I could remember her doing so, and as I looked into her eyes, I breathed, "Sara," making her smile, and warming my heart.

"I've loved you since I was a child, Bryan, and I promise you that one day we will find other," she said, leaning in to kiss my lips.

However, the second before our lips touched, a loud noise violently jarred me, and she disappeared from my sight only to be replaced by the four walls of my bedroom and the sound of my alarm clock. I looked around the room and realized I was awake and it was morning. "Shit," I sadly thought to myself. And the moment I was fully awake, that old empty and lonely feeling began to invade my heart once again. I refused to let it bother me, and in doing so, I immediately got out of bed and got dressed for work.

I'm a Master Electrician by trade, but from the time I was twenty-five until now, I've owned my own Electrical Business. In other words, I'm now a contractor and I work for myself. Sometimes the hours can belong, but no matter what, as long as the job is done correctly the first time, the money is always there. Most of the time it's pretty good, but there are some times, more often than not these days, where the money is extremely good. I just wished that I could find a woman that understands the concept of working hard while the body is able, in order to make enough to live comfortably once the body goes to shit, and it eventually happens to us all. My ex's attitude was, to spend now and worry about it later, stupid bitch. Still though, now that she was gone, I'd be able to work as much as I wanted and not have to worry about dinner reservations, or tickets to the opera or some of the other stupid fucking I had to do in order to appease that ignorant cunt. God, I was beginning to hate myself for stooping to her level and her even more for making me think I had to do this to be worthy of her affections. What a shallow bitch, huh? But, I'm not about to bash women, that's not the way I am. Just because I had one bad experience with a woman doesn't mean that they're all bad. For the next two months straight, I poured myself into my work and managed to get a number of things accomplished, one of those being, getting Kelly out of my system...well, for a while anyway. After many weeks of working extremely long and hard hours, me and my crew had finished completing a very complicated, but very successful job my company had been contracted to do for one of the colleges here in Dallas. When it was done, I gave everyone the rest of the day off so that we could celebrate that night.

That afternoon I came home to find a message on my answering machine, from my Mom. Her name is Karen, and my Dad, Samuel "Sam" Andrews, died when I was twenty-seven, due to the fact that a stupid idiot got drunk then decided to get behind the wheel of a car. Although my mother is a very strong woman, after Dad died, I made sure to look after Mom. Besides, I knew that he was looking down on us from heaven and I certainly didn't want to disappoint him.

Anyway, the message from Mom said that she wanted me to call her, and that she needed my help with something so, I immediately picked up the phone and dialed her number. After the first ring, she picked up the receiver and brightly chirped, "Hello?"

"Hi, Mom, it's me," I replied.

"Oh Bryan, sweetie, it's so good to hear from you."

"I got your message, Mom," I smiled, "What did you need my help with?"

"Well, Bryan sweetheart, I'm not really sure how to explain it," she cryptically answered.

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned, "Is something wrong with the house?"

"Oh, no," she giggled, "It's nothing like that."

"You're killing me, Mom," I laughed, "Tell me what it is."

"How about if I show you? Can you be here this weekend, Bryan?"

"Okay, Mom," I grinned, "I'll see you on Friday afternoon, about two-thirty."

"Thanks, Baby," she smiled, "I love you."

"Love you, too, Mom. Bye!"

"Bye sweetie," and then she hung up.

I wondered what she was up to as I placed the receiver back down on the phone. The more I began to think about it, the more I realized something was definitely up with Mom. I grinned at wondering what it might be.

~~~~~~

I left my home in Dallas that morning and headed to my hometown, a little town about sixty miles south of Houston. I hate flying so; I drove the six and a half hours to see what Mom wanted. Besides, I had given everyone who worked for me the next week off to rest up for the job we were going to begin the following Monday morning. The drive gave me time to thing about things, taking stock of the past few months and everything that had happened. Looking back now, I saw Kelly for what she really was, which nothing less than a spoiled and selfish little girl. Jeez, what a dumb-ass I'd been, huh? Well, that's all over with, and it was time to move on so, that's exactly what I did. 

~~~~~~

"Hi Mom," I said, as I walked into my childhood home, "How are you?"

Throwing her arms around my neck, Mom gently hugged me then kissed me on the cheek and replied, "Hi honey, it's so good to see you. I've missed you."

We came into the living room and sat down, and for some reason, Mom was fidgeting and acting nervous. I picked up on it immediately and asked, "What is it, Mom?"

"I'm getting married, Bryan," she blurted out, then began, "Now, before you say anything, I want you to listen. I've been seeing a man named John Ryman for almost a year now. He's asked me to marry him, Bryan, but I told him that I wanted to talk you before I gave him an answer." Then looking at me with pleading in her eyes, she added, "Your father has been gone for over five years now, Bryan."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her and said, "So, when do I get to meet the lucky guy that's going to marry my beautiful Mom?"

"Oh Bryan," she smiled, hugging me, "I knew that you would understand, and I love you very much."

"You never answered my question, Mom."

"What honey?"

"When do I get to meet him?"

"Oh," she giggled, "We wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, because John wanted to meet you. I hope that's alright."

Of course it is," I said, kissing her cheek, "What time and where?"

She had previously written down everything I needed to know on a piece of paper and quickly presented it to me. Then giggling like a schoolgirl, Mom said, "I'm going to go shopping for a nice new dress to wear to wear for my men this evening. If you're hungry, there's some left over chicken in the fridge," and then she was off, and gone, leaving a trail of more girlish laughter in her wake.

Watching my mother walk away from me made look at her, if only for a brief moment, from a man's perspective and not a son's. Mom and Dad got married right out of high school and Mom was barely eighteen when I was born. Therefore, she was only fifty. She stood about 5'9" and was built very beautifully, large bust, trim waist and hips. She'd always worn her dark hair long and down around her shoulders. Mom had brilliantly bright blue eyes that had always been a comfortable familiar to me as a child and also as I grew up. All-in-all, my Mom was still a very beautiful woman, and I know that Dad would have wanted her to be happy and not spend the rest of her life all alone, and I didn't either. I was glad that Mom had found happiness, and I was quite sure that the man she had taken up with was a good guy. I also knew that he'd better be good to Mom, or he would have to deal with me, and I'm like any other man where their mother is concerned so, I'll leave it at that.

Chapter Two

I sat and waited that evening in the bar of the restaurant that Mom had instructed me to go to. I hadn't been there long when I heard a slight rustle of voices coming from the entrance. And as I turned to look, what I saw made me smile proudly. There stood Mom, escorted by a tall, nice looking gentleman, whom I assumed was John. She wore an elegantly fitted, black evening dress that was definitely designed to show off a woman's body, yet in very subtle ways. I thought she looked beautiful as she walked into the bar with every male eye in the place upon her. Mom smiled as soon as she spotted me, and then they made their way toward me.

"Wow! You look really beautiful, Mom," I said, kissing her cheek.

"You know just what to say to make a girl feel pretty, honey. Thank you," she replied, hugging me. Then she turned to the man with her, and smiling brightly, said, "Bryan Andrews, I like you meet my boyfriend, John Ryman."

I extended my hand to John, and as we shook hands, I smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"Feel free to call me John. It's nice to finally meet you, Bryan," he replied smiling, "Your Mom has told a lot about you."

"Was it good?" I asked grinning.

"As a matter-of-fact, it was," John chuckled.

I laughed, and then placing my arm around Mom's shoulders and gently squeezing her, replied, "You can be fairly sure that it's bullshit then." Mom laughed, and then shortly afterward, we were led to our table by the maitre'd. 

All throughout dinner, John was attentive to Mom and I was grateful that she'd found a nice guy to love her and take care of her. My first instincts about people have always been right, even when I was a little boy. John told me that he had also lost his mate. His wife had died prematurely from breast cancer. I saw a silent strength within him, reminding a lot of my own father. He was as nice as he was sincere, and whenever he and Mom looked at one another, I could tell that they were in love.

My heart told me that John was a good man, and it was reaffirmed when, after Mom had excused herself from the table to go freshen up, John looked at me and said, "Now Bryan, I've already asked your Mom to marry me, but before she says yes, I need to ask for your permission first."

"Aw hell, John," I laughed, "Mom's a big girl. If she wants to marry you, then you don't need my permission. All I want is for her to be happy. As long as she is, then so am I, and that's all that matters."

"Thanks Bryan, I'll be very good to her, and I'll treat her like a queen," said John, "I swear by all that's holy, I will."

When Mom returned to the table, John got on his knees in front of everyone, and with engagement ring in hand; he smiled and openly asked her to marry him. Of course Mom said yes through a flood of tears, as well as to the applause of everyone in the house.

When I asked them about their wedding plans, Mom told that they wanted to fly to Las Vegas to get married, spending their honeymoon there as well. The following week I was dropping them off at the airport and wishing them well.

~~~~~~

Christmas was almost upon us and Mom and John had been married for a little over six months by this time. I could tell by the way she acted that Mom was happy. John is a good guy, whom I'm really glad married Mom. They were always going to different places together, enjoying each other and spending every waking moment in close quarters of one another. As I watched them when I would go visit, it made me long for the companionship that I had been missing. After Kelly left me, I was so torn up about it that I poured myself into my work. I would work ten, sometimes twelve hours a day, and then come home to an empty house, eat something and then go to bed. I never went out anymore, whether it was with the guys that worked for me or the few friends I'd made since moving to Dallas.

By now though, I'd managed to exorcise all the thoughts of my ex from my soul, but in doing so, all that remained of my heart was a desolate and aching void. However, I swore that I wasn't going to get emotionally involved with another woman for long time, if ever again. Little did I know that I would be eating those words before long?

The week before Christmas I got a call from Mom, asking if I was coming home for the holidays. "Of course I'm coming home for Christmas, Mom," I smiled into the telephone receiver.

"I've got a very special surprise planned for you this year, honey," said Mom suspiciously.

Knowing how my mother was, I grinned and asked, "What kind of surprise are we talking about here, Mom?"

"Bryan, honey," she giggled, "I love you, but it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now, would it?"

"I guess not, Mom," I laughed, "I'll see you two in a couple of days then. Oh, and be sure to tell John that I said hello, okay?"

"I sure will, sweetheart," Mom smiled, "He'll be tickled to hear it. Bye sweetie, I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom," I replied and then hung up.

~~~~~~

As I drove home a couple of days later, I smiled at remembering the Christmas Party I threw for my guys at work the night before. They were all given five-figure bonuses for all the hard work they had put in that year. I was very proud of my guys and they me. That's probably why we all worked so well together. Because of the excellent job we did on our last one, the company managed to secure a multi-million dollar contract with the state of Texas to install HE-Argon light fixtures in all the colleges and schools in the greater Dallas area. This would definitely put Andrews Electrical Company (my company) head and shoulders above the rest, and I was very proud.

The closer I got to home, the more I wondered exactly what kind of surprise Mom had in store for me. I remembered the year I turned sixteen. Mom had been telling me that she and Dad had "a special surprise" planned for me that year at Christmas. The Special Surprise turned out to be a rebuilt, convertible, 1972, Pontiac GTO that had a 400hp engine under the hood. All the bells and whistles were included, new stereo, new interior, classic mag wheels, the whole nine yards. I remembered being very excited about it and couldn't wait to get behind the wheel. Dad even had it painted my favorite color, midnight-blue. I ended up having to sell it to have enough money to start my business, but Mom and Dad always understood in their ever-loving way.

~~~~~~

"Merry Christmas, Bryan, it's good to see you again," said John as soon as I walked through the front door.

Shaking his hand, I smiled and replied, "Thanks John, Merry Christmas to you, too."

"Hi honey, welcome home and Merry Christmas," said Mom, from back in the kitchen. John led me into the living room, and sitting on the coffee table was a big box, wrapped in neon red wrapping paper, with big white ribbons. On top was a big tag that read: Open Me Immediately, Bryan.

"What is this?" I asked grinning.

Mom came into the living room giggling and said, "Open it, baby."

As I raised the lid and looked inside, I saw a little blonde bundle of hair with two big brown puppy eyes looking back at me, with a lot of licking and tail wagging. Reaching into the box, I picked the little guy up and held him in my arms. I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone at the time, but the moment I looked into that little fella's eyes, it was all over with. He looked like he might have had a little Labrador in him, but when John informed me that Mom went to the pound and picked him out; I knew he was a mixed breed. "He sure is a cute little guy," I said, amidst the onslaught of affectionate kisses coming from the puppy, "What's his name?"

"Well, he's your dog so, it's up to you what you name him," Mom smiled.

I held the puppy up and looked him right in the face, and the first thing that came to mind was, "Sparks, I'm gonna name him sparks," I said.

"That makes sense," laughed John.

"What do you mean, honey?" Mom asked him.

"Think about it, sweetheart," smiled John, "Bryan is an electrician....you know, electricity, sparks."