13 comments/ 69673 views/ 2 favorites My Name is Jackie By: jackiegirl199 My name is Jackie and I am going to tell my story. I do this with the encouragement of Bobby, my lover, my confidant, my friend and the master of my body and mind. Some of you will read this and look at me with awe, others with disgust, I really don't care either way. The only opinion I care about is the lady that looks back at me in the mirror each morning and she is happy beyond words, more satisfied than she ever thought possible and at peace with herself. Whether you like me at the end or not I hope you enjoy the story. XXXXXXXXX The sobs racked my body from toes to brow and poured out in muffled puffs of misery from deep in my throat. The tears traced across my cheeks and trailed over my nose as I lay on my side in the king sized bed. I was naked and uncovered with my back to the bathroom where Bobby had disappeared a few minutes earlier. My body shivered, shook and then pulsed a sob from the pit of my being to expel out of my mouth. The bed shook with the racks of my petite frame. We had just made love, tender and soft. It was full of sweet kisses and loving words as it had been each time since Bobby and I first fell into bed several months ago. I had had an orgasm, a calm, mellow climax that trickled through my body and brought a shudder of relief. It was like someone giving you a Diet Coke when what you wanted was Rum & Coke, or straight Captain Morgan's 120 proof Jamaican! I knew Bobby was in there cleaning up, removing any offensive signs of our act from his now flaccid penis, I also knew that, being the gentleman that he is, he would soon return with a warm wash cloth for me to use. My lips quivered, my sobs deepened and my body shook violently at the vision. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and heard the concern in his voice. "Baby, what's wrong?" "Nothing!" "Come on now honey, tell me what's wrong. Did I do something wrong, did I hurt you?" "Oh no Bobby," I wailed, "it's not you! You're the most special man I have ever known! It's me Bobby, I need more." "Jackie," he said as his hand slipped from my shoulder, " I offered you more, I asked you to marry me. I offered you financial security and emotional stability. I offered you my life and still do. We can fly to Vegas and I'll marry you tonight if that's what you need!" Fresh tears sprung from my eyes and I buried my face in my hands. "Talk to me Jackie!" he pleaded. It took all of my strength to force myself up. I crunched a couple of pillows against the headboard and sat back on it, the whole time muttering under my breath, "Damn, damn, damn, damn!" "Bobby your going to hate me," I began, "your not going to want me around any more and I won't blame you, but I've got to be honest." "Honey I could never hate you!" he protested. I wished I could believe that! "I said I want more, but it's not what you think. I don't want money or status or even a license, though I do love you. You are the sweetest, most dear man I have ever met. You're kind and considerate and any woman should be ecstatic to marry you. When we make love you are tender and gentle and loving. You whisper in my ear and tickle me with soft kisses and make beautiful, sensitive love to me! But Bobby I don't want soft and tender!" His eyes were locked onto mine and they were beginning to mist in empathy but still managed to convey his confusion. A tear rolled off my cheek and fell soundlessly onto my breast. In his typical tenderness he reached out a finger, scooped up the trailing tear and kissed it. That set me off again into a series of watery sobs that I fought to control. "God," I thought, "how could I be so stupid, this is the nicest guy in the world and I'm about to ruin any chance I have of being with him forever!" Emotions have little basis in reality or reason. As I gained control I continued. "Bobby, sweet Bobby, I don't want soft and tender, I want wild and wanton. I want my body and mind to be tied up in a knot of sexual frenzy that explodes in uncontrolled passion. I want mindless, totally uninhibited and unscripted, unashamed lust that takes me for a ride I never want to get off and burst inside me like the Fourth of July. When I'm finished I want to be soaked in sweat and sex and so weak kneed that I can't stand up!" I looked at him, my lips quivering, my eyes watering and said, " Bobby I want you to fuck my brains out and make me like it!" He just looked at me. He didn't say anything. For about thirty seconds we just sat there quietly. Then he got up. I knew he was going to dress and walk out of my life. I was wrong. He walked silently to my vanity and fumbled through my things, looking for something. He turned and walked back to the bed and as he did I noticed he was almost erect again. I looked at him and a little giggle went through me. He walked back to the bed and handed me what he had picked up, a bottle of nail polish of all things. "Paint your nails for me" he asked. I didn't know what else to do so I unscrewed the top and applied the small brush to my fingertips. He had picked up the crimson. I have about 10 colors on the vanity and he picked the bright red. My hands shook from the crying, from the emotions coursing through me and from the uncertainty as I carefully applied the brush to each of my ten slender fingers. When I finished the last nail I carefully recapped the bottle, fingers flared out to avoid smudging the fresh color. I handed the bottle to Bobby and he placed it on the night stand. "How long will it take that to dry?" he asked. "About ten minutes" I replied. "Good," he said as he swung a leg over me to kneel above my waist, straddling me. His erection was full now and bobbed right in front of my face. "That enough time to suck my dick while we wait!" The "Oh God" that started past my lips was cut off by the hard member filling my mouth as I swallowed him in less than a heart beat. I closed my tear reddened eyes, took a deep breath through my nose and held him tight in my mouth. I was hugging him with my mouth, savoring the hard size and penetrating heat that filled me and wishing I could take more, could take all of him into me. I remained still, my hands on his thighs, his caressing my hair and his heat filling me as never before. Bobby and I had done oral sex many times before, but always he gently pushed me off him long before I was done, and in his fair and tender way he returned the short favor to me. Our oral had always been just a brief warm up for missionary sex, and had always left me wanting more. Now, maybe I would get a chance to fill a secret lust in my heart, to finish him in my mouth. I looked up to Bobby and met his eyes. Still holding as much of him as I could in my mouth I started a sucking motion. His hands stopped moving in my hair and a large grin spread over his lips. He started a slow stroking motion with his hips, rotating and sliding in and out of my lips. My tears of torment dried and I felt my sex get wet as tears of joy and pleasure leaked from me. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the dresser mirror and a shiver ran through my whole body. It wasn't an orgasm, but kind of a pre-climax that was still better than any sex before had triggered. " Wrap one of your hands around my cock and stroke me," Bobby moaned, " I want to see those red finger nails playing with me," Cock, Bobby never called it a cock before. He was much too polite for such vulgarity with a woman. Cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began a sliding motion with hand and mouth in opposing rhythm. My eyes remained locked on his as for the first time in my life I fucked his cock with my mouth. My body was trembling again, but not with the soul searing misery of earlier, now it was with overwhelming excitement. I squeezed my legs hard together and felt the squishy wetness there and a shiver ran my spine. "Stop!" Bobby said calmly. I moaned "No" around his inflamed hardness, but he just placed a hand on my forehead and pushed me off him. He moved a knee between my legs and pushed them apart. Then he placed both his knees between mine and used them to spread my legs fully open. "I want to watch you play with yourself," he told me, " I want to see your pretty fingers playing with your pussy and tits." I moaned deep inside and melted back into the pillows as my fingers slipped to my sex. I knew how to masturbate. I had lots of practice, mostly in those early morning hours when half awake dreams and fantasies played in my head while my fingers play with my body. A common theme in these heated morning musing was that someone was watching me. One hand cupped and firmly compressed a breast as the other slipped between my legs. I had never been wetter, never more turned on. I laid a finger flat in my slit, pressing it against myself, holding firm pressure on my distended and ultra sensitive clit. I grasped a nipple in thumb and finger and started to slowly increase the pressure, slowly tightening the grip. As I did I slipped my other finger up my slit, turning it so when I reached my clit the red nail scrapped over it. The result was instant orgasm! My self induced climaxes had always been better than the ones from sex, but this was different. This took me suddenly, bursting through my body in one great shock wave. I bucked, jumped and shook, then went rigid for a moment, finally collapsing back to the bed. Bobby just laughed at me and said, "Do it again!" I used one hand to spread my pussy open and the other began a rapid stroking on my clit. I knew I wouldn't have any problem doing it again, and again and again. Bobby reached out and cupped the side of my face with one hand and the other encircled his hard cock. Cock, how I loved calling it that. Penis reminded me of high school biology class and Mrs. Simpson. Dick sounded like a crocked politician or a bothersome guest at a party. Cock sounded just like what it is, hard, hot, tasty sex. I watched him stroke himself as he watched me. "I'm going to do something I have thought about since the first time I saw you naked" he said in a breathy murmur. "I'm going to cum all over those beautiful tits!" "Oh God!" I whimpered as I came again. Not as hard as the time before, but powerfully enough to shake me and let Bobby know what was happening. I moved my upper arms outside my breast and squeezed them in, pushing my tits together and out, offering them to him. My legs pulled back, bending at the knees and opening farther. My right hand fingers played on my clit and the left hand slipped two long fingers into me. I pumped and flicked my pussy as Bobby slowly stroke up and down his hard cock. I was watching, waiting, anticipating. Finally he moved forward, no longer able to see me play, but now only a few inches from my offered breasts. I had never felt this way before. I could feel the blood rushing to my chest, my tits were hard and my nipples pulled tight, so tight I could feel them perched on top of my mounds, tingling, almost hurting with need and desire. My pussy was oozing fluid, I could feel trails of it on my thighs and butt. My clit was on fire with a crazy itch that demanded attention and couldn't get enough, but each touch felt better than the one before it. I watched Bobby's cock. Riveted to the pending event. I saw the first spasm and jerk and stared with dumbfounded fascination as the eruption burst from him and flew through the air. Time slowed down, my hands froze in motion, my breath caught and my whole being waited. It was like a drop of water in hot oil. When his cum hit my chest just above my breasts and splashed and splattered over my tits I exploded in a sizzling, crackling frenzy of fired nerves. My mouth jerked open in a silent scream, my eyes popped wide in a sightless stare and a fist closed deep inside me. It was like all my nerves and tendrils were attached to the fingers on a hand inside and when it closed it drew me in, pulling me tight. I sat up with an involuntary jerk of my muscles, my hands pressed hard on my pussy as the second, and third and fourth burst from Bobby fed the fire in me and spread it over me. I jerked, a spasmodic tightening of every muscle in my body as I was enveloped by the most intense organism of my life. It engulfed my whole body, my mind and my spirit as it surged through me leaving nothing behind but a trembling mass. With my hands still clenched between my legs I fell over, wrapping in a fetal position around Bobby's leg. I didn't feel him pull me down on the bed, but knew he was laying next to me, holding me tight to him, crushing my breasts against his chest. "Oh God", I murmured for the final time that night as I slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing I remember is Bobby saying we would have to talk in the morning. Xxxxxxxxxx I didn't want to wake up, I didn't want to give up the sublime comfort of peaceful satisfied sleep. The first thing to penetrate my mind was the noise of Bobby down in the kitchen, men have a hard time being quiet. The next was the tight cakey feeling on my chest. That brought it back in a rush, brought back all of the night before as I realized what was coating my breasts. My hand slipped to my pussy and I was surprised by how tender I was. And how quickly I responded with moisture! I jumped from the bed and made for the bathroom. Once I had taken care of the morning necessities and clean myself up I wrapped in a robe and wandered down stairs. I was apprehensive to say the least. What would Bobby think of me? What would his morning after reaction be now that the heat of the night was gone? "Good morning sleepy head!" he greeted me in a smiling voice as he got up and walked to the counter to get me a cup of coffee. He set it down in the place next to him and sat back down. I was nervous as a cat. I walked around behind him and kissed him just below his ear where I know he likes it. I laid a hand on each shoulder and mustering all the courage I could find asked, "Are you OK with last night?" I deliberately stood behind him so I would not have to look into his eyes, or he into mine if he was going to break my heart. "I am completely OK with last night," he replied," wonderfully OK!" My heart jumped, I showered him with kisses, scooting around I plopped into his lap, banging the table and sloshing coffee everywhere, I kissed him over and over his face, neck and head. Finally he pulled my lips to his and we shared our love. "Jackie", he asked in a quizzical tone, "is this a permanent change in our sex life?" "I certainly hope so!" I gushed. "Well don't get offended," he began, "but I had the feeling that that was like, you know, maybe just the tip of the iceberg so to speak?" I blushed, deeply and brightly. I leaned forward and kissed him and through our touching lips whispered, "You can melt my iceberg." We kissed and cuddled a while then Bobby asked me the question that directed the rest of our lives together. "Jackie I have never had a real live wild sex machine before so I need to ask because I don't want to screw this up, what are your limits?" I guess at first he question didn't register and I stared at him with this "Huh?" look. Then as it started to penetrate my mind instantly went to my night time dreams and the early morning fantasies that woke me masturbating. I knew the answer. "No pain. Just don't do anything to deliberately hurt me," I said in a subdued voice. Bobby seemed to think for a minute then said, "You know girl that leaves an awful lot of open area!" "Unhuh, Yep, sure does, the whole iceberg in fact," I blushed out in reply. "Are you cold?" he asked in a teasing voice. I looked at him questioningly and replied, "No I'm really quite comfy, why do you ask?" "Well I'd really rather have you naked," he smiled at me. 'Oh you would, would you!" I quipped as I stood up, faced him, unbelted my robe and let it slip to the floor. I had never felt so sexy and attractive in my life. I did a slow pirouette for him then reseated myself in his lap. As his lips nuzzled my neck and his hand slipped between my thighs I thought, "What a wonderful way to start the day!" We finished our coffee and necking and when I looked at the clock it was nearly 9AM, obviously I wasn't going to work that day. I sauntered over to the phone, swishing my bare butt for Bobby and called in. It was weird and a little thrilling to talk first to the receptionist then to my boss while I was naked. It was like they could see my state of undress over the phone line. Bobby had to go to his office for a couple of hours. He is the boss so can't call in sick. Actually he owns a very successful insurance agency selling mostly business and corporate policies. He promised to be back by noon. I walked him to the door and in the most brazenly exhibitionist move of my life kissed him goodbye at the open front door. I had a couple of hours to kill all by myself and the thing I wanted most at that moment was a long hot soaking bath with scented oil and fragrant candles. I indulged myself. After almost an hour of suspended luxury I emerged rosy skinned and relaxed. I painted my toes to match my nails, thinking Bobby must like the bright red if that's what he picked of all the variety on my vanity. I did admit to myself that there was something inherently sexy about red nails. I dabbed a little Estay Lauder on and then walked to the dressing mirror to admire myself. I liked what I saw. Except I was getting a little bushy down there wasn't I? I got out my razor and shave cream and sat down to trim. A little triangle? A bikini cut? A heart? Then I laughed out loud and began stripping away the tangled curls. I was as happy as a kid on Christmas morning and truly enjoyed being me more than any time in my life. In a few short minutes I was absolutely naked, my pussy bare for the first time since puberty. Again in front of the mirror I appraised my new self. Oh I liked it! In my current euphoric state it seemed so right, so appropriate, so fucking sexy. Yeah, that's what it was, fucking sexy. I imagined Bobby's face when he saw the new me and burst into another fit of laughter. He would be home soon so I started to scramble around. I found a pair of 4 inch heeled black pumps in my closet and then in a moment of inspiration spotted the black stocking garter hanging on the edge of my vanity mirror. I had worn it once when I dressed as a dance hall girl for a costume party. It just barely slipped over my head then fit snuggly around my throat. I brushed my hair, did a light eye shadow and found a ruby red lipstick to match my nails. I was an awesome sight, naked body and bare pussy framed by the black heels and choker. Bobby was going to love this! I rushed downstairs just in time to hear Bobby's car enter the driveway. I ducked into the kitchen. I wanted to meet him from there, walking across the tile floors of the kitchen and hallway to the foyer, using the click of my heels to accent and announce my entrance. It went perfectly. Bobby did his usual "Honey I'm home" imitation of Desi Arnez then stood in the foyer putting up his jacket and briefcase. I broke into a models stride and came out from cover behind the fridge. Bobby did a classic double take then broke into a wolf whistle as he watched my entrance. "Wow!" he spurted. "Oh my word!" he added With a she devils grin I ran my hands up my thighs and over my bare sex, then across my belly and up to cup my breasts. "Do you like?" I asked. He walked to me and placing one arm around me hugged me to him. With his mouth on mine his other hand found my pussy and began to tease me. "I'm going to ask you again," he said, "what are your limits?" That question had been in my head since morning. Even as I primped and preened I had been mulling it over on some level. I pushed away slightly so I could look into his eyes. My Name is Jackie "No pain," I repeated from that morning, " don't do anything intentionally to hurt me." "OK," he nodded, "but if that ever changes let me know!" I knew that I had just left myself almost completely open to him, placing only the thinnest limits on our adventure. He released me and moved to the living room where he stopped at the sofa and taking a throw pillow dropped it on the carpet. "You know, I really would like a blow job," he said with a grin. I moved to him and dropped to my knees on the offered pillow and turning my face to him replied, "And I really would like to suck your cock!" I loosened his belt and dropped his slacks to the floor, quickly following with his boxers. Using both hands I gripped his cock and moved it to my mouth. I kept both thumbs under the bottom of his hard shaft and made sure that the other eight red nails showed above it where he could see. I took about three inches of him into my mouth and then began to pump with my hands and mouth. I could tell from his moans that he was enjoying my efforts and that really pleased me. I wanted to make him feel special. "I have a few fantasies of my own," he said breathlessly. I hummed on his hard cock. "Has anyone ever cum in your mouth before?" he asked. I shook my head vigorously no, wagging his cock with my movement. "Are you going to let me now?" he asked. With equal vigor I nodded my head yes! With each nod I took his enflamed cock deeper into my mouth until my hands and lips met. I wished I could take more of him, I wished I could take all of him. I promised myself then that I would learn how, that I would practice on his glorious cock until I could take the whole thing, pressing my nose to his belly with my throat full of him. Bobby's hands tangled in my hair and he started to pump slowly in and out of my mouth, making a steady fucking motion with his hips. I slid my hands around to grasp his tight buns so I could match his movements better and encourage his pace. Bobby was muttering sexual obscenities, but I scarcely heard them as I was lost in the tremendous feelings of satisfaction I was experiencing. I can't tell you the complete sense of joy I felt right then giving such pleasure to my man. No man had ever finished in my mouth before and I waited with trepidation and anticipation for the finale of my first truly oral sexual experience. I didn't have long to wait! I felt the cheeks of bobby's ass clench under my hands and his stroking motion into my mouth momentarily stopped, then started again at an erratic pace, harder and more jerky movements. Then I felt his whole body quiver and his cock stiffen and swell. Even though expected the first burst from the tip of his hard cock took me by surprise and I almost jerked my mouth off of him. My lips flew open as I pulled back in surprise and if it hadn't been for Bobby's hands fisted in my hair I would have pulled off completely. I recovered quickly and clamped my lips over him again gripping his butt with my hands so I could hold him firmly pressed into me and I took his next spurt deep in my mouth. The third and fourth and fifth filled my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could but still some forced its way past my lips. The volume, the power and more than anything the heat of his scum overwhelmed me. The heat consumed me. It started in my mouth and spread to me belly then quickly sent my entire body in quivers and tremors as it spread through me from toes, to pussy to head. I was having a different kind of orgasm I realized, not the clit stimulated one I always knew, but one from total sexual joy. Bobby's legs began to shake, and his knees bent. He staggered back and flopped to sit on the sofa. I was still kneeling on the pillow in front of him, watching with satisfaction the results of my work. The taste lingering was sharp and tangy, leaving a strong after-taste, sort of like the sweet tart candies we ate as kids, but stronger, much more adult. I smiled at Bobby and then made an exaggerated move with my tongue to lick my lips. I took a finger and lifted an escaping trickle of his juice from my chin and licked my finger, taking it in my mouth and sucking it clean. "Oh, Wow!" Bobby mumbled as he watched me through half closed and glazed eyes. I stood up in front of him and spread my legs. Standing in black heels, hands planted on my hips, my bare pussy at eye level, my breasts flushed bright rose, I put on a face of mock fury and asked him," Oh wow? Is that all that you can say?" He looked at me with a still dazed expression and patted his lap for me to sit. His pants were still around his ankles and his cock lay lip as I move my butt into his lap. "You are without a doubt the best little cock sucker I have ever known!" He said in my ear. "That's better!" I giggled. He turn my head to him and took my lips with his, slipping his warn tongue into me. He either didn't remember he had just filled that mouth with his cum, or didn't care. His hand slipped to my naked thigh and slid up to my bare and soaked pussy. I opened my legs and he quickly inserted a finger into me. His thumb pressed on my clit and began to mash it gently from side to side and his finger slowly pumped in and out of me. I t felt so good! I breathed heavily into his mouth and clamped my teeth to his tongue as waves of pleasure moved through my body. This climax moved out through my body like the expanding universe, then in a reverse Big Bang, collapsed into my pussy and sent me shivering over the top of the world. We hadn't really fucked since our talk the last night, but already me sex life was a thousand times magnified. I couldn't wait to feel his hard shaft filling me, stroking me, that was going to be awesome! Bobby held me tight as the waves of pleasure subsided. "I know your horny," He said, " but I want to keep you that way for now. I want to see just how horny you can get with a little teasing and playing and pushing of your limits." "You better be careful," I warned," you may just create a monster!" "Come on, let's go get dressed, I want to take you out for a while." "Where? Can't we just stay here and fuck ourselves silly?" "Trust me," he said with a mischievous smile. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way then I followed his naked butt up the stairs. "Why don't you touch up your make up and hair while I get dressed then we can find something for you to wear," Bobby told me. Still in just the heels and choker I sat at the vanity and wondered what he had in mind. Bobby quickly dressed in Chinos and a nice pull over shirt. No underwear I noticed in the mirror as I watched him. Loafers with no socks and he was done. Ironically I thought guys have got it easy on the dressing thing. He walked over and placed his warm strong hands on my shoulder and said, "Now let's find something appropriate for you." I stood and followed him to the walk in closet and watched as he searched and poked through my clothes. He made faces or shook his head as he slid hangers to and fro. Finally he exclaimed, "Yeah!" He turned and handed me a garment. It was a sleep shirt. He had bought me a cashmere sleep shirt for Valentines. It was cut like a shirt dress, with collar and lapels, short sleeves and fell to about mid thigh. It was amazingly soft, light and comfortable, but I had only worn it to bed a couple of times. It was freshly cleaned and ready to wear. My eyebrows arched in question and he just smiled in rely as I took the almost dress from him. I walked to the vanity and laying the dress over the chair dabbed a little perfume between my breasts. Then I slipped on the dress. I made no move to find panties or bra. I knew he didn't want them, and the newly released freedom in me didn't either. As the so soft cashmere wool caressed my nipples I knew that my life was definitely different than it was that time yesterday. I stood in front of the dressing mirror and admired my sexy new self. The black choker, black cashmere and black heels were perfect. It was the sexiest thing I had ever worn, maybe because I felt so completely naked under the clothes. I raised my arms and cupped my hands behind my head. The hem hiked up about 2 inches. That doesn't sound like much, but I'm only five foot two, so the distance from mid-thigh to the bottom of my bare pussy wasn't much more than that! Bobby was grinning like an idiot as he took my hand and led me to the car. We took his Lexus rather than my Miata. When he held the door for me to get in I made sure he got a good view of my unhidden treasures. Once he joined me in the car I commented that he really should consider getting a car with a bench seat, so I could sit next to him. I had asked Bobby a couple of times where we were going and he only replied that we would do a little shopping and maybe some "Other stuff". We drove toward downtown and were soon in a neighborhood similar to one in every big city. This was a neighborhood where the 90 year old widow lived next door to the Yuppie couple, where the gays and straights mingles without animosity, where you could find fine hand made furniture shops right next to adult book stores, where high end jewelers sold their wares next door to tattoo parlors. Bobby pulled to a stop in front of the tattoo parlor. "I know you said no pain," he began. I jumped right in, "I meant you couldn't beat me or use a cane on me, but honestly Bobby I'm not crazy about getting a tattoo!" "No," he laughed, " I'm not thinking about a tattoo!" "Well that's what the sign says, Fine Tattoo's and Body Piercing." Then I registered, "Oh." "I love your beautiful titties," he said, "and I would like to get your nipples pierced." I was quiet, I looked at him, then I said, "Let me see if I understand this, you want me to go into a dingy tattoo shop, bare my breast to anyone that happens to be in there so they can pierce my nipples. Then you want to hang jewelry and decorations on them to entertain you and who knows who else?" "Yes." "Ok," I said bouncing out of the car, " let's get going!" There was only one person in the shop, a rather rough looking guy with an assortment of his workmanship displayed over his exposed arms. He greeted us with a friendly hello and can I help you as we looked around uncertainly. "Is the person who does the body piercing here?" Bobby asked. "That's me." He replied. I brazenly blurted out, "I want to get my nipples pierced." He couldn't hide the smile that immediately came to his lips, and a glance at Bobby revealed his huge grin too. He indicated a barber's chair and told me to take a seat while he got things prepared. I stuck out my hand and introduced myself, "My name is Jackie and I guess if your going to be feeling me up I should at least know your name." "Jeremiah," he said, "but my friends call me Jimmy." He handed me a book, more like a portfolio binder and told me that that was a sample of some of his work if I wanted to look at it while he got prepared. The book was titled "Piercing Art" and it had index tabs labeled; Face, Belly, Breasts and Virginia. Laughed and asked him why he didn't just call it pussy. He said he didn't want to offend anyone and didn't know that vagina was miss-spelled until after he had it all put together. He had a "what the hell" attitude that made me like him right away. I reviewed the book while he got ready. The first section showed noses, lips, ears, eyebrows and tongues with every variation of piercing imaginable. The next section displayed belly buttons with rings and studs of variety. The third showed nipples, single piercings of one nipple, single of both, multiple of one or both. There were small tits, big tits, saggy and firm. None showed a face, just breasts. The final section showed pussies, hairy and bald all had at least one ring in them. Some were at the top, some one or both sides. He laid out some hospital style sterile drapes and then reached into a sterilizing box to get the implements that he would need. He laid them out on a built in armrest table then told me to "open up". I was scared to death and at the same time so excited I thought I might pee my pants (if I had any on). I began to unbutton the shirt-dress and slip it open, I folded the sides back to reveal both my breasts. For the first time in my life I was showing my tits to a stranger and in a public place. My nipples stuck out tight and hard as he took the left one in his hand, now covered with a latex glove. He fitted a device that he adjusted over my nipple, then holding it in one hand he cupped my breast in the other. A sudden sharp pain jerked a cry from me. Unwillingly a tear ran from my eye. "Are you ok?" Bobby asked with concern. "No, I'm not! It hurt!" "Do you want to stop." He asked. "Are you kidding! What, walk around lopsided for the rest of my life? Just get the other side done before I chicken out." Jimmy took me at my word and was placing the device over my other breast. Amazingly the nipple was still rigidly hard. The pain came and passed quickly, and being better prepared didn't hurt as badly. Then Jimmy took some antiseptic cream and massaged my nipples and breasts. That was nice! He talked as he rubbed, "I will send a tube of this cream home with you to apply a couple of times a day to prevent any infection and to help healing." Bobby piped up, "I'll be glad to help you rub it on!" Yeah, I bet. Jimmy brought a little bowl holding two bright stainless steel miniature dumbbells. They were in a solution of some kind I presume to keep them sterile. "We are going to inset these for now," he told me, "you may want to have loops or dangles later, but first we have to let your nipples heal a little. It would hurt like hell if you snagged a nipple ring right now." Once again taking my tit in his hand he began to slip the first stud into place. It felt odd as he held my nipple between thumb and finger and slipped the steel shaft smoothly through my new hole. Then he tightened the screw on end on it. Jimmy repeated the procedure on the other breast. I looked down at myself, admiring and examining the handiwork. I thought it looked sexy as hell! I brought my own hands tentatively to my new jewelry and moved them slightly. The real pain was long over, just a tingling tenderness remained as I twisted the shaft through the nipples. "You should do that several times each day to keep the holes open," Jimmy said to me. I slid my hands down my sides, forcing my breasts together with my upper arms. I fitted my palms together as if in prayer then pushed them down between my thighs. Looking over to Bobby I said, "Want to go for a perfect triangle?" Jimmy jumped right in, "If you want to do your pussy today I'll throw that in at no extra charge!" "You're just a pervert Jimmy, you just want to see me naked!" I teased him. Bobby spoke up, "Jackie you're just being a show off now, I think we might want to save that for another day." "Whatever you say," I smiled. I got up, dress still open and walked to the wall mirror to check things out. I turned both ways cupping my breasts as I did. I liked what I saw, my 34 b breasts stood high and firm, my nipples were hard nubs topping them and the bright studs gleamed against the pale skin background. I touched myself once again, checking for soreness. They were still tender and the nipples felt as if someone were pulling them out slightly. "I want to take a picture to add to my book," Jimmy said. I heard the door open and turned to see a young couple entering the shop. Instinct told me to cover up and my hands moved to the dress, but adventure stilled my hands. I turned to face Jimmy and told him, "Ok, but take two so I can have one for me!" The teenaged girl of the couple blurted out, "Oh that's so neat, did you just have it done?" Her boyfriend was just ogling my bare chest. I turned so she could see better and answered, "Yeah, just now. I think I like it, do you really think it's sexy?" "Hell yes!, she replied. Jimmy took his shots with the Polaroid and passed one that included my whole upper body to me, keeping the chest only shop for his scrap book. Bobby settled the bill and I finally covered up, disappointing the horny little boyfriend. As Bobby held the car door for me again I pressed into him in a firm hug. I felt the sharp tingle of pleasure pain as the studs pushed into my breasts. I reached down between his legs and grabbed his hard shaft. "This thing has been hard since we walked in there, I've been watching," I smiled at him as I slowly stroke my hand up and down. "Yeah and if you keep that up I'll cum in about three more seconds," he replied. His hand found an opening between the buttons of my dress and slid a finger into the slit of my pussy. I jumped a little then pushed into him saying, "Oh yeah, I'd sure like to feel that big cock of yours in there!" "Judging by how wet you are I think you enjoyed that little show too!" "Oh I'm such a naughty girl," I whispered into his ear, "but I still want more. How about you? Do you think that hard cock of yours can take any more?" "I'm having a ball," he laughed, "and we ain't done yet baby." "Where to next?" I asked my lover. "We're going shopping!" We drove a couple of miles to a multi-level upscale mall and Bobby pulled up right outside the "Needless Markup" store, to the valet parking area. "I dare you!" he said. I knew what he had in mind. I was going into a ritzy shopping mall with thousands of people walking about and I was wearing nothing but a nightshirt. The valet parking boy was at my door opening it as I turned to Bobby, " It will cost you a drink in the bar." "You're on!" As the door swung fully open I moved one leg out of the car. My dress rode up and spread open and the fresh faced young man got a clear view of my newly shaved pussy. Bobby was already around the car and he took my hand and led me rapidly away from the scene of the crime. Have you ever wandered around a mall and looked at the clothes in the windows and wondered who wore that stuff? The almost nothing tops, the short skirts, the sexy slinky dresses that look almost embarrassingly revealing even on a plastic mannequin? Well let me tell you who wears them, I do now! Bobby stopped first at the Bennegan's for a stiff drink he owed me then led me from store to store for several hours. You might have thought that I would be uncomfortable in my almost naked dress, but I wasn't. The soft caress of the cashmere over my bare skin kept me in a constant state of awareness of my new freedom and on the sharp edge of sexual arousal. We visited half a dozen stores with Bobby picking out the most alluring outfits he could find. Some were just barely legal, others more concealing in fabric, but still revealing in the transparency or body clinging materials. My nipples stayed distended, whether from excitement or from the pull of the studs. Every top I tried on prominently displayed the two bumps topping my breasts. I would gather up five or six changes then enter the dressing room. I would remove my single article of clothing and then try on the different apparel for Bobby. Of course he insisted on seeing each one and I would parade from the confines of the dressing room to display for him. Sometimes he would wander a little ways off and I would have to walk through the store to find him. Whenever this happened it seemed there was always another guy or couple close by him. I would raise my arms and turn for him, smile and flounce and give him a sultry look. I knew he wanted the show not just for himself, but for the other surprised spectators. Honestly, I was really enjoying it! For a girl who had been in tears the night before over her under-developed sex life I was in heaven. My Name is Jackie One of the advantages of shopping in the upper-end malls is the service you get. In each store we had the clerks send our packages to the valet station where they would be waiting on us when we were ready to leave. There is no way Bobby could have hauled all of our booty around with him. I told you Bobby was the perfect man didn't I? Well he is! He is healthy, good looking, funny, confident, and wealthy (not to mention his magnificent eight inch cock!). He spent over two thousand dollars on new wardrobe that day. None of it practical wear! I kept thinking that he would have me change into a new outfit, but no, he kept me in my night shirt. Not that I minded, it sure got a lot of attention! I was reveling in all the stares and double takes that were going on. We were leaving one of the stores having just gotten a little micro-dress in a thin material that didn't hide even what it covered when Bobby said to me, "We're just about done, now all you need are some shoes." "You're not fooling me buddy!" I exclaimed. "You just want to see me show my bare pussy to some horny old shoe salesman!" "Well it is such a pretty pussy," he allowed. "Hot and horny too," I told him. As we walked down the mall I spotted a jewelry store, one of those retail stores that caters to the mass market. I know better that to buy anything in a place like that but wanted to check it out anyway. I led Bobby inside. We perused the display for less than a minute when we were approached by a young and pretty dark haired girl. "May I help you," she asked. She gave a questioning gaze at my dress and choker, but showed no discomfort about it. "Do you carry any body jewelry?" I asked her in my sweetest voice. "I'm not sure what you mean," she relied. "Well I just had my nipples pierced and was looking for something sexy to wear on them," I smiled at her. Her glance went involuntarily to the two bumps in the front of my dress, "Did it hurt?" she asked, blushing at her boldness. I thought I was going to like her. "Imagine someone poking a needle through your nipple," I said with a grimace. "But it's over quickly and I think its going to be worth it, it feels so damn sexy!" "I've been thinking about it myself," she said, "but I keep chickening out. So anyway, I have a few things here that you might like, but not very much, I have been looking for myself too." "What I would really like is two gold loops, about and inch around and a gold chain between them," I told her. "Nothing like that, all of our loops are for ears and probably wouldn't work where you want them." "Thanks for your time," I told her, "we need to run, got to go find some shoes." She looked through the glass case at the hem of my almost dress and smiled, "That should be interesting!" I did like her. "My name is Jackie," I said, "have you got a business card and a pen?" She handed me a card and I quickly scribbled my name and phone number on it, noting her name, Ashley, as I did it. "Ashley, honey, when you get ready to go call me and I will hold your hand for you." Where that came from I have no idea, but she grinned and nodded her head telling me that maybe we could go this weekend. I took Bobby's hand and we left. He didn't make any comment, just smiled and followed me. I am sure his mind was going overtime though. While we continued our stroll looking for a shoe store Bobby started to tell me how he wanted me to act, unconcerned and unaware. Sounded good to me. I was so excited that I was almost jumping up and down as we walked along. I was afraid that I would be leaking down my thighs by the time we got there. Spotting a likely venue we turned into the entry. We made straight for the heels and Bobby and I picked through the selection until we settled on three pair of 4 inch heels. By then the clerk, about 35 years old and average looking had approached us. "Can I be of any assistance?" He asked. "Do you have these in 6 ½?" I asked the man. "Oh, I'll need a pair of thigh high stockings too," I added. This was a modification of the plan that Bobby was unaware of. The salesman, Steven according to his tag, return shortly with my requests. I sat down and slipped my pumps off. Then I opened the package of hose and began to slip them over my feet and up my leg. Using the footrest I fitted the stocking over my toes, then straightened out my leg and pulled them to high thigh. In the process my hands pushed my hem higher and higher until it was just below my wet pussy. I paid absolutely no attention to Steven as I did this. Then I took the first pair of heels and slipped them on. With my foot propped up on the footrest my dress was almost in my lap, revealing all of my pussy to anyone looking. I ignored it and turned my feet one way then the other to admire the shoes. Then standing I tried a few steps in them. Stopping next to the footrest I raised my left foot onto the top of it and reached down to check the fit. The bottom of my thigh, and past it, the cheek of my butt was showing, but I was oblivious to it. Steven's mouth was actually hanging open as I repeated the act with each of the next two pair. Inside I was a molten mass of nerves and excitement as I played out my role of unaware exhibitionist. Bobby was standing back a little so he could see the whole scene and from the look of him he was loving every minute of it. As I test-walked the third pair I stopped to select another strappy sandal and asked Steven to see if he had that in my size. When Steven left the room Bobby was all over me. His hand rapidly slipped up my leg and felt my pussy. Oh it was so wet and hot. His erection was standing at full staff and obvious in his loose slacks. I licked my lips and told him, "You are really going to get it when we get home!" When Steven returned I was sitting in the chair with a foot up on the stool. "Could you check the fit of this for me?" I asked him. He almost reluctantly kneeled in front of me and took my foot in his hands. The view from there had to be spectacular! I was shaking I was so turned on and horny. Steven was blushing and stammered that he felt it was ok, and offered to try on the other shoes. I accepted and allowed him to prolong his unobstructed view as I talked to Bobby about which shoes I should get. We settled on all of them! We made the poor salesman's quota that day in mores ways than one. We almost ran through the mall carrying my new shoes and burning with the heat of passion. The valet loaded all of our packages and I rewarded him with a good flash as I got in the car. "You really need a full front seat!" I told Bobby as he pulled out of the parking lot. I turned in my seat, back to the door and slipped my hem above my pussy. I started to play with myself and talk to Bobby. "This little pussy is so hot, so horny and it needs a big hard cock in it soon," I said as I rubbed my hard clit with a bright red fingernail. "See how wet I am waiting for you Bobby," I continued as I slipped the finger inside my dripping hole. With my other hand I loosened two buttons at the top of my dress and then slid the hand inside to play with my tittie. As I tweaked my nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body I asked Bobby, "Wouldn't you like to stick that hard, hot, big cock of yours up in here and let me ride you till you pass out?" I was completely unmindful of the traffic as we drove. The windows were tinted, but not that dark, as I progressed with my first public display of self-satisfaction. I continued all the way home, not allowing myself to slip over the edge into that mind blowing orgasm that I knew waited for me. All of the things I had done that day spun in my mind as I diddled while he drove. This was the first page in a new book of my life, the first of many pages, many chapters and I was totally lost in the excitement and adventure of it all. As we walked into the house I let the dress fall from my shoulders and strode naked up the stairs to our room. Laying back on the bed I spread my legs in open invitation for Bobby. "I want to feel your tongue on me lover," I told him, "I want you to lick my cunt!" That was the first time I had used that word in mixed company, but that's what it was tonight, a cunt, a hot, horny cunt needing what it was designed by nature for, a cock! It had been a day of constant arousal, and I was lost in the sensations of my mind and body as Bobby's tongue touched my clit. I exploded into a tremendous and continuous orgasm that racked my body. I thrashed and jerked about as Bobby continued to lap at my cunt, licking and sucking on me. I moaned and called out sweet nothings and obscenities in the same breath as he made me explode, collapse and explode again in the body's most intense feeling. Finally his mouth pulled away and I felt him kneel between my legs. I opened my eyes to look into his and saw his smile as I felt the head of his enflamed cock enter me. He slid all the way into me in one continuous motion, penetrating and filling me completely. My legs and arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, not allowing him to move as I was enraptured by the feeling of him in me. I tried to swallow him whole, cock first, through my cunt. I loosened my grip and he began to move, steady strokes, long pounding rhythm of need. He arched his back, and I raised my hips to come as completely together as we could. The pace increased, the words ran from our tongues in love and heat as we fought to become one being. Then we came! Bobby stopped, fully in me and my body began to shake with the pending volcanic eruption. It hit us both at the same instant, totally overpowering and narrowing the world to this one point of being. We held together forever, deep together, inseparably together, as the tide washed over us, consuming us and leaving us sated. I don't know what I had been doing since I was sixteen and calling it sex, but it certainly wasn't this! As we lay together going to sleep I snuggled close to Bobby and said, "You have started to melt the tip of the iceberg, does that scare you?" He mumbled in reply, "Can I go with you when you take Ashley?" XXXXXXXXX This is not the end, but the beginning.