0 comments/ 7491 views/ 1 favorites Erotic Adventures Ch. 01 By: gentletouch1960 Kristen Carpenter sat alone in her bedroom missing Alex, who had divorced her two years ago and relocated a few hours away where he managed a hotel. Despite the emotional distance that had developed between them before he left, she still loved him dearly. She thought of him as a very handsome man who had provided anything she or the kids needed financially. She thought about the love-making which started out passionate and frequent. After a few years together it had become completely different. She often thought that Alex had been too sexually demanding, wanting to do more than she did. She often succumbed to her wishes mostly out of wifely responsibilities. She had experimented with various positions, even anal sex, which she did not really enjoy. He was great at giving her oral, and she enjoyed pleasuring him that way in return. She had been a teacher for many years before taking over as vice-principal at the local High School. She had brought three children into the world, Sam and his twin sister Lexie who were a few months past age eighteen, and a daughter Willow who was twenty. Kristen realized that with her kids grown, her parents deceased, and Alex gone, she was spending far too much time alone. The previous month had marked their twenty-five year anniversary. But being single once again made that night more painful. Sam and Lexie were both athletic and kept their bodies in prime condition. They just graduated from high school where both had ran on the track team. Sam also played basketball and Lexie spent three years on the swim team. Like her mother, Lexie had natural red hair, while Sam's and Willow's were a light shade of brown like their father. She noticed that Sam always seemed rather shy when it came to girls, and sensed that he had never gotten too far with anyone. She also knew Lexie was a virgin by choice, and would soon begin to explore her sexuality. Willow had been married for a brief ten months before divorcing her cheating husband and lived in her own apartment near her Father, and worked at the front desk of the hotel he managed. Kristen removed her blouse and laid it on a chair, sat down on the bed and kicked off her shoes, then slipped out of her snug jeans. She gazed at her reflection in the closet door full-length mirror, reached behind and unhooked her bra, and carefully examined her medium sized breasts. They stood firm with nipples that ached to be touched. She cradled one in each hand, enjoying the feeling, but wishing it was someone else touching them. Next she peeled off her panties, and looked her nude figure critically. The few remaining stretch marks on her abdomen were so faint that they were scarcely noticeable. Her pubic hair matched the red shoulder length hair on her head, and formed a lush triangle below her waist. Her legs were well toned, the result of daily exercising, and occasional lengthy walks. She considered herself attractive for a woman of thirty-nine. Lying in the dark, she felt sexual need gnawing at her and began to caress her breasts, feeling her body respond even more. She did not prefer to pleasure herself, but couldn't stop because it felt so good, and moved her hands to the forest of soft curls. Barely audible groans escaped her lips as her fingers touched her clit, causing her hips to thrust upward in response. As one hand stroked the pleasure bud, the other traveled up to her breasts, pulling on the erect nipples. Oh yes...this feels...so...good. Oh yes!" she moaned, trying to keep quiet. She knew Lexie was on a date at the time, but did not want to advertise her actions to her son. She felt certain that her kids knew she masturbated, but still preferred to keep it private. Her fingers quickly took her to the brink of orgasm. Soon the sweet release took control, filling her with much needed relief. She somehow managed to keep her moans soft, and hoped she had not been heard. Even though pleasuring herself had been nice, it wasn't enough. Kristen reached under the mattress and retrieved a recently purchased and unused sex toy, which was something she had not used since her teenage years. She recalled visiting to the adult shop recently, and seeing several men of various ages were standing around looking at the video racks. She had felt their eyes looking at her as she looked at the various vibrators. One middle aged man had even approached her, and asked her to join him in the arcade booth. When she asked him why, he simply stated he would like a blowjob. She debated his request, but decided to turn him down politely. Now her hands trembled as she unwrapped the fake cock and held it in her hands. It seemed so long since she had felt anything that hard as she put batteries in the device and turned it on. The toy began to hum and vibrate. She found herself growing excited as she glided it along her nipples. With a mind almost tormented by confusing emotions, she slid the buzzing machine between her trembling thighs and rubbed it against her clit. Soft moans escaped her lips she teased herself with the humming toy. After a moment, she moved the tip between the lips of her vagina and slowly inserted it inside. In a matter of minutes she realized she was within moments another orgasm. With sheer need and determination, she began working the humming device deeper. Kristen cried out as her body convulsed in a powerful climax, one of the strongest she could remember in far too long. There had been no way to control the intense pleasure of her second climax, and she was certain that her son had heard her moans. She had never had sex with anyone but Alex since they got married, but needed to find satisfaction. During her teen years she had been a wild and rather easy girl, and was hesitant to become that again. As she fell asleep, began to consider finding a man to satisfy her. *** That same evening, Lexie's breath came in short pants as she felt her desire level grow rapidly. Her boyfriend Jason's hands rested almost motionless on her bare breasts. As he tenderly kneaded the soft flesh, she wondered why she had been the one to place them there, and not him. The possible soon to be lovers were parked on a secluded road, just a few miles outside of town. Just minutes before, Lexie had removed her pullover top and white lace bra. On the lower half of her body, she wore denim shorts that fit the delicate curves of her thighs nicely. It was the first time she had exposed her breasts to any man. She really liked Jason a lot, and was at the point in her life when she would freely give him anything he asked for. He was not the first boy she had dated, but he certainly was the kindest. The few others seemed to want only to get into her pants. Anytime they tried to move beyond kissing, she always put a halt to it. More than once, she had walked home from a date's car just to avoid the pressure. Maybe wondered if she was getting paid back for the times she did not offer any other guys relief. Jason consistently treated her with respect, but for some reason he was reserved when it came to becoming intimate. His tender kisses sent flames of desire soaring throughout her body. Until recently, Lexie had been glad that he never pressured her for sex. But since she had reached the point in her life of wanting to experiment, it bothered her. She desired to share things with him that she had only heard about. But anytime she got him stimulated, he asked her to discontinue her actions. That always left her rather feeling puzzled. "Oh Jason, I love your hand there. It feels so good." "I really like you Lexie. But well...I don't know about this yet..." There was a gentle softness in her voice as she said, "Jason, its okay. I want you to see me, touch me..." "I know. Listen...maybe we better stop before it's too late." "No, don't stop now," she pleaded, as she placed her hand on his lap. Feeling a definite bulge, Lexie was pleased to know that he was aroused. Her fingers grasped his zipper to pull it down, but as on other dates, he stopped her. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled her hands away and tried to somehow calm her heightened excitement. She wondered why he stopped her. Maybe he was undecided of his sexual orientation. Or perhaps he had some untold religious reason. But she hoped that he was probably just concerned about pleasing her. Once more, she reached for his zipper. "Jason, I want to please you, don't stop me again." "I know Lexie, I...I just can't. Please don't..." "I can feel you are really aroused. Do you really prefer to jerk off at home rather than letting me help you?" "If I have to, yea, I will. Sorry Lexie, please try to understand." "Would you at least let me watch you do it? I would be willing to masturbate also if you want to see me pleasure myself." Lexie felt rejected when her request was politely rejected. Once again, she had to settle for a good night kiss at her door. She went to her room and sat on her bed. Even though she needed sexual release, she was too upset to bother with it. Before she eventually drifted off to sleep, she wondered if it was time to look for a new boyfriend. But she wanted to give him just one more chance, and see what developed. *** The next morning, Lexie woke to the subtle breeze coming through her bedroom window. The gentle sound of birds chirping mingled softly with the sounds of the peaceful neighborhood as it awakened from its slumber. She looked through her window, and down the tree lined path of her street. Thoughts filled her head, as they often did. Not a day had passed that she thought about her Dad, and the good times they had shared. Lexie knew her looks were visually stunning to most any male. At six foot in height, she had been the tallest female in school. She admired her full breasts, slim waist, and inviting hips that tapered into long toned legs. Her hair hung in graceful curves over her shoulders, and cascaded down to the middle of her back. She kept her pubic area natural and considered the reddish curls to be rather inviting, Lexie knew from her gym class showers that many other girls either trimmed or shaved that area completely. That made her wonder what a man would think once the day came that she allowed one to see her nude. Even with her popularity, she felt that many of the girls in school had seemed conceited, and that the boys were more interested in her body. She was not ready to pursue further schooling just yet. In a few days she would begin her first job, working at a place called the Aqua Palace, which was essentially an adult entertainment location. During her interview it was explained that the customers had several options. These included nude modeling with pictures not being allowed, shared showers, and sessions that involved mutual massage which could be done with lotion, or soap and water from a hand spray. The massage sessions would include caressing each other. From what she understood, it would be up to her if they could touch between her legs. She understood that she could potentially have many guys see her nude within a short time period, and knew that they had the option to have her jerk them off . Lexie had not disclosed the fact that she was a virgin on the interview since full sex was not allowed. She felt some excitement at the thought of helping to get men off, and hoped it would help to overcome her shyness of being seen nude. Lexie slipped on a robe and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice. As she passed the living room, she saw Sam on the sofa watching TV. As she stood by the sofa talking to him, Lexie realized her short robe barely covered her thighs, but thought nothing of it. She returned to her room, and removed a pair of shorts and a sports bra from her dresser. She slipped them on, finished her juice, and headed out the door for a morning jog. It was a pleasant temperature, just right for a nice run. When she returned home, Lexie decided to take a refreshing shower. The warm water felt delightful as it splashed against her skin. Still frustrated from her previous night's date, she considered getting herself off under the gentle spray, but decided to hold that idea for later. She dried off, and returned to her room. *** Willow reclined on the lounge chair next to her apartment complex's swimming pool wearing a new pink bikini with tie strings for the top and bottom. She was well aware how well it showed off every curve of her body. Her mind wandered, as it often did, to her desires and needs. Then her thoughts were interrupted by a soothing male voice. "Hi. I'm Tyler. Mind some company?" "Huh? What? I'm sorry, you caught me daydreaming. Sure, please sit down." "I think you really have nice hands," he said" "My hands are not what guys usually notice first, but thanks. I'm Willow, by the way." "Well Willow, to be honest, you look nice all over. But I think hands are very sensual." They talked for the next hour about any topic that came to mind. She told him about her job, and learned that he was a commercial pilot, twenty-eight years old, and had never been married. He had recently broken up with his girlfriend after discovering her cheating on him. She tearfully explained what had happened with her marriage. It was obvious that they both felt the deep hurt and pain of lost loves. "Willow, I know we just met, but would you consider having dinner with me? Wherever you want to go." She thought about her reply for a moment, then replied, "Tell you what. Why not have dinner at my apartment? I'm a pretty good cook if I do say so myself." "You sure that's okay? You barely know me." "Tyler, I like talking to you. Any man who likes my hands can't be all bad." "Sure, OK then. What time?" "Well let's say in three hours. I'm in apt 212." "OK. After dinner I can give you a massage, if you would like that of course. I'm not asking you to get naked for me or anything, just an offer." Tyler said. "I know, that sounds nice. See you in a few hours." Willow headed to her apartment and took a long shower. Her body ached for attention, and in some ways, she wanted to give herself to Tyler later. Yet she did not want to rush into intercourse, or let him think she was easy. She slipped on a red blouse and a black skirt that exposed the majority of her shapely legs. Underneath, she wore a red bra and black panties. Even though she did not intend to show them off, she felt sexy wearing them. Tyler arrived right on time, and Willow offered him a drink while she finished the meal. When dinner was ready, they sat down to eat. Tyler appreciated the food greatly, and complimented her on her talents in the kitchen. "Thanks, but that's not the only place that I have talents," Willow said without thinking, her face red in embarrassment. After dinner, she loaded the dishwasher, and sat beside him on the sofa. "Now, it's my turn, my feet need rubbed," Willow said." She kicked off her shoes, placed her bare feet in his lap, and wiggled her toes in anticipation. As Tyler took turns on her feet, she melted into the sofa and enjoyed the pampering. After twenty minutes of having her feet rubbed by his strong hands, she felt disappointed when he stopped. "Oh, all done already?" she asked. "Well, unless you want your back done." "That sounds nice, but would I have to take my top off?" "That's up to you. I could do it over your blouse." Willow asked him to wait a few minutes, and went to her bedroom. She removed her skirt and top, and then decided to take off her bra. She wrapped a big bath towel around her, and then called for Tyler to join her. He sat behind her on the bed and placed his hands on her shoulders. His strong, yet gentle hands felt so good as he massaged the muscles of her shoulders, neck, and upper back. He then caressed her shoulders and the exposed skin above her towel. He used firm, but gentle pressure, and with each circular motion, his fingers moved slowly downward. Willow sensed he wanted to touch her breasts, and in a way she wanted the same thing. When his fingers slipped under the towel and touched her nipple, he hesitated. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't do that," Tyler apologized. "It's OK. To be honest, it's been way too long since they were touched," Willow replied. She turned to face him, dropped the towel to her waist, and exposed her breasts to his eyes. For several minutes, his hands softly caressed them. Each time they came in contact with her nipples, Willow felt a spark of desire run down her spine. She loved the touch, and knew she could become attached to him easily. Willow figured Tyler was probably aroused, but by being a gentleman, did not want to make her feel pressured to do anything. "Tyler? Would you let me see you naked? I'd like to expose all of me, but I'm just not sure how far I'm ready to take this." "Whatever you want Willow. I can always masturbate later." "I know, and thanks. Let me see you and we can see what happens from there." Tyler stripped and stood before her nude. His erection bounced as he moved towards her. She estimated him to be about seven eight inches long. She reached out and tenderly stroked the shaft with one hand, and cupped his balls with the other. She really wanted to feel it inside her, but also knew that would need to wait until another time. Willow stood, dropped the towel, and modeled for him in just her black panties. She knew that a few curls could be seen above the lacy material. "Willow, you are so sexy," Tyler said softly. Willow asked him to sit beside her on the bed. She slipped his cock in her mouth, and slid it slowly back and forth between her warm lips. She wanted to take as much down her throat as possible, but the best she could manage was just over half its length. As she pleased him, Willow slipped her hand inside her panties, and fingered herself rapidly. She needed sexual relief and decided not to deprive herself of that pleasure. This way she hoped to get off also, without being fully naked. In just moments she climaxed, and moaned around his shaft until it was over. It was no doubt, one of the best orgasms from masturbation in months. "Willow, oh this feels so good...I need too...can't...hold back..." "Then don't try to, let it happen," Willow said, and braced herself for his ending. Seconds later he exploded fully in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every spurt, and purred like a kitten around his shaft as the flow ended. The quantity was much more than she had expected, but she found the taste to be even better than her husband's had been. "I hope you did not feel like you had to do that," Tyler said. "Not at all, I really wanted to. And I enjoyed making you feel good." Tyler looked deep into her eyes, and asked, "Would you consider being my girlfriend?" Willow shed a few happy tears, and embraced him tightly. His request was just what she needed, someone to share her lonely times with. A man that she felt would be her friend, not just her lover. "Yes, I would love to be your girl. Thank you so much for asking. But I think you better go home, or I might keep you all night. And I don't want to go all the way, not just yet." Tyler dressed, and they kissed tenderly for several minutes before he left. After he was gone, Willow knew that a huge emotional weight had just been lifted in her life. She also knew that the next time she saw him, things may very well go further sexually. Erotic Adventures Ch. 09 I gave young Kim an understanding smile as Peter and I approached them. I sat down beside her while the men crouched, balanced on their feet, facing us. "Had a swim yet, Kim?" I sat forward with the aim of disguising my stark labia from Colin. I had felt his intent gaze upon my smooth naked genitals, even before I sat down and it made me uncomfortable. "I was just trying to persuade her." Colin interrupted before the poor girl could speak. "She's still a bit shy, I guess." "We've got something in common then, Kim." I whispered in her ear. "What say we leave the boys to talk? I needed to get a little something from my room, earlier. Want to join me?" Kim gave me a grateful smile as I helped her to her feet. "Just going to our room for a moment." Excusing ourselves. "We might see you in the pool in a few minutes, Peter?" "No worries!" They turned toward the pool. There was a lot of splashing going on and Sally was having fun with all her other young friends. Kim and I walked into the house and relaxed, once we saw that the house was empty. Kim looked longingly at her bikini, carelessly draped across the back of our sofa, but she followed me down the passage to my bedroom. "Have you been to any of their gym meetings yet?" I sat on the stool, indicating our bed for Kim to sit on. We had an informative chat. Kim told me all about the brief history of the Grecian Athletic Club. As I suspected, it started with just Peter, Sally, Rebecca and three of their friends. Colin had urged her to join and given her this lady's book to read. She was only half way through it but confessed that it had excited her sense of adventure. She smiled shyly as she told me about Sally's constant request for her to shave her pubes, to be more like the rest if them. "Is it true that it makes you more--sexy--you know--sensitive to the touch." She giggled and blushed. "Haven't you noticed?" I pointed downward, nodding my head and giggling with her. "I'm not normally like this." We chatted on for half an hour but it appeared that we had more in common than I first thought. We resolved to help and encourage one and other as much as we could. I pulled out my uniform when Kim told me that this 'event' that Harry had spoken of, was a late night walk. She had warned me that her own pubic hairs showed and that the bra section had cut away nipple holes in it. I honestly hadn't noticed that. Kim was right though! I held the tiny garment up and blushed at the thought of appearing on the streets like that. "I use Chap stick, you know--for disguise." She pointed to her dark red nipples. I know that I have to shave this too." She pointed to her lush growth. "Colin tells me that I'm being a wimp but-- I--" "I have an idea!" I interrupted her, excitedly. "Have you got it here? The Chap stick I mean?" "It's in my coat with my uniform." She smiled. "My nips stand out like beacons if I forget it." She admitted. "It's bad enough when we have to take our uniforms off for a while." She giggled. "Take them off?" I gasped. "Didn't Peter tell you about that?" She giggled. "It's a bit like 'Simon Says'. If Peter takes his uniform off then we all do." A further hurried conversation took place and I suggested Kim get her chap stick while I prepared the way for some minor alterations to both of our appearances before this dreaded 'event'. Whilst these changes were occurring we talked frankly and openly about all the exciting recent changes in our lifestyles. We both agreed that being naked in mixed company created an exhilarating tension in our bodies that highlighted our vaginal lips in an embarrassing way. We decided to use the lip cream in a way that was never intended. After subduing the contrast on our nipples, we smeared some over our shaved vaginal areas as well. Neither of us were experts but we did our best to hide the stark contrast of our engorged lips. We talked as we worked and Kim and I became very good friends. We vowed to morally support one and other in whatever lay ahead. Kim was very mature for her age and she helped me understand Peter's involvement in G.A.S. and some of the reasons. At least now, I began to comprehend the philosophy of this 'Mistress Barbara' lady and I was glad that I took the time to make friends with the club's most recent female convert, apart from myself. We were just about to rejoin the others when Peter called out. "Are you in there, Pam?" A worried voice echoed from our lounge area. I looked at Kim and then at our bedroom clock. 11pm. "They must be ready to go?" She said softly. "Be right there, darling!" I called out. The lounge was buzzing with excited voices as all fifteen of us got ready for my very first outing with the G.A.S. The moment I walked into the room with Kim, Peter announced that Harry intended a group photo of us all in front of the Town Hall and a bus was chartered to take us there. "We won't need our uniforms either!" The wolf grinned. Some of the newer girls gasped in dismay whilst Sally and two of her girlfriends smiled even more broadly. There was a mixed reaction from Colin and Paul but Barbie cuddled into Paul. "It might be fun, doll." She whispered into his reddened ear. "I don't mind if you don't." She was giggling with excitement. She looked at Kim and I as we moved alongside the couple. "You've done it at last, I see!" She kissed Kim. "Just now, was it? When?" Kim was shaking with nerves but stammered her reply. "P-Pam did it f-for me." She looked at me. "We helped each other to get ready for the walk tonight." It was obvious that Barbie was delighted. She stared at my handiwork and then looked at my own lips. "Oooh Pam!" She exclaimed. "It makes you look so cold and--uh- frigid down there. I noticed you earlier." She looked me over. "Even your nipples seem a lot lighter in colour. Whatever have you two been up to in there?" I blushed deeply at the thought of Barbie taking such an interest in my private areas. She must have noticed my swollen labia whilst Sally was showing me off to her friends and getting my food for me. I made a mental note that perhaps she was bi-sexual, like Sally. Kim spoke up shyly. "We just thought we might try a bit of genital make-up, that's all.---We're not as tanned as you are, Barbie." She shifted her feet awkwardly. "We just thought it wouldn't make our--you know--privates so obvious." "Well!" She laughed. "Maybe I understand?" She relaxed. "It might take a few weeks in the sun and then you won't need it." Peter had been telling those that hadn't brought a car to take their gear with them on the bus tonight. "We'll drop you off on the way home." He explained. "It's getting late and I'm sure you all have to work tomorrow." "Now listen up folks!" A deeper voice boomed. We both breathed a sigh of relief when Kenneth spoke up and Barbie had her attention distracted from probing us for explanations. We both found it a little bit embarrassing. "The Society has hired a bus to take us into town this evening. The members can wear shoes, if they want to, but they won't really be necessary. As Peter has told you, your coats can all be taken in the bus with you. We've made all the necessary arrangements and as usual, there won't be any problems with the city police. It's a legitimate rally and some reporters might be taking a few photos, but there shouldn't be too many of the public around at this time of the night. It is Sunday night, remember?" He added with a smile. Ken paused and there was a loud murmuring of excited voices as the group talked among themselves. I looked at Kim in dismay. "Did you know about this?" I whispered. "It was supposed to be a birthday surprise walk. Nobody said anything about going out naked altogether, to me, anyway" She was as shocked as I was. "I don't suppose we can stick it back on?---No!" "Too late now." I agreed. "Jeez!" I shivered with apprehension. "See if you can get Peter to walk with us, Pam?" She grabbed Colin's hand for support. "It mightn't be so bad." The neighbourhood was quiet when we all trooped out of our house to the waiting vehicle, thank God! Peter and Ken were ushering all of us into a small tour coach and telling us to take our seats. I felt ridiculous climbing up the three shallow steps with Colin hard on my heels behind me. Luckily it was one of those coaches with darkened windows to shield the passengers from the summer sun. It seemed to be air conditioned too. At least it was warm inside and dimly lit. The fully dressed driver acknowledged us as we made our way past him. It might have been my imagination, but I felt his eyes following me in his rear view mirror as I quickly found a double seat across from where Colin and Kim wanted to sit. I stayed in the aisle seat, waiting for Peter to join me. The prickly seat against my bare bottom served to remind me of my exposed state, further reinforcing the fear of the unknown destination. The CITY?-----Whereabouts for God's sake? I hoped that Peter would take the window seat and tell me where we were going. I felt as naked and defenceless as I had in that smelly old shower and toilet area when Harry found me. At least there were others, apart from the driver, equally naked, this time around. As I sat nervously waiting, defensively clutching my breasts with my arms and holding my knees together, I began shivering uncontrollably. Without warning I reverted back to my fantasy world from earlier this evening.* *Author's note [Ch.8] ********************************************** Harry spoke sharply. "Get those legs apart for heavens sake! Put those arms back by you sides again. How is the nice 'straight' old lady supposed to pierce your genitals like that." I relaxed as I waited for her to warm up those clamps that had been so cold when they first touched my clitoris. Now she was coming back toward me with a smile on her face, holding the warm tongs. "I'm sorry about that Pam. Is your clit still nice and erect for me. Let me see now? Ahhh yes, good girl! It won't be long now. You'll soon be looking just like your friend--No!-sister isn't it. Just hold still now? We're nearly there." She soothed I felt pressure on my clit as she clamped it prior to putting the needle through. I felt a cold sharp pain as she secured the clamp. "It won't hurt will it?" I appealed to her, suddenly afraid. "You're not cold like that are you?" What was I saying? I was the one that should be cold, not her. I was laying there completely naked and about to be pierced. "No darling, not a bit. Just shift your bottom over for me will you, just for a moment? Something was wrong! He voice had changed. She sounded like--Peter! I was rudely awakened from my weird fantasy world----. *************************************************** "Come on, my love! What are you dreaming about?" The wolf was smiling at me as he nudged his naked hips closer to mine. "Sit over next to the window, will you?" He pushed at me. "Oh! Sorry darling." I yielded and wriggled over to the colder seat beside me. "What did you mean about cold? It's lovely and warm, especially next to you, my love." Peter looked surprised, putting his arm around my shoulders. "Isn't this fun?" The wolf was back in force. I was fully awake now and I could feel myself blushing as the stark reality of sitting on a bus with fourteen other naked people kicked in again. I was full of questions for my beloved. "Just exactly where as we going?" I asked, as the bus began to move and the vibration of my seat made me even more aware of the mysterious nature of our mission. "Oh that!" The wolf whispered. "Ken's taking us into the town hall park reserve, just in front of the main doors." He looked at my shocked face. "It's not open, you realise, not at midnight!" I looked wildly around me as the bus turned into the main highway and headed into town. There was little traffic about and the bus picked up speed. This fantasy was REAL. "B-but won't there be people there?" "Not many, I wouldn't think, just a few street cleaners and maybe a few late night window shoppers." He explained. One or two reporters with their cameras and maybe a couple of cops to keep an eye on things, as it were?" The wolf showed his teeth, laughing. I was speechless, my mouth moving but no sound at all. My fevered imagination ran riot as I thought of us all ending up in jail. My eyes must have revealed my terror as I though of all the worst things that might happen to us. Peter held me close and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry babe. Ken has arranged everything. Kent's family corporation has always looked after us. They pay any fines and they have good lawyers on massive retainers for anytime we get caught with our pants down, as it were." He laughed. "We got caught a few weeks ago by a passing patrol car but as soon as they knew who we all were, they just cautioned us and let us go. Even Sally thought we might get run in." He said proudly. "No chance!" He hugged me. "But we're totally naked this time,--even Harry!" I spluttered. "Same as when we got caught a few weeks ago." He assured. "They still let you go?" "Just told us to put our uniforms on, in future. They watched us while we put them back on and then the two cops drove off." Peter informed me smugly. "They all know that it's pointless to arrest us." "Even in those--nipple less bras and backless costumes?" "You don't even need the bras at all these days. Topless women are perfectly legal. Sally hardly ever wears hers at all nowadays. It's only for support while we're walking." He eyed my own naked breasts appreciatively. "You'll probably need yours on at times, too. Young Barbie over there." He pointed toward her voluptuous double D's with a grin. "You mean Paul's girlfriend?" I knew instantly. "Wow!" "She always wears hers if she's walking, even if she's without her G string on at times." He looked back. "You'll get used to it, Pam. When we get married at Maple Lake next week you won't need to bother about the law. Remember, it's a Nude Town now, first in the country." He was beaming enthusiastically. "Exciting, Eh?" He nudged me, trying to cheer me up. "Hang on, we're nearly there and I have to tell the driver where to park the bus." The wolf excused himself. I had been so fascinated by Peter's extraordinary revelations about the destination that I hadn't noticed that the bus was making it's way toward the town centre and the little reserve in front. I could see bright lights outside the darkened windows but there was very little traffic about. The odd pedestrian appeared more intent on the interior lit store windows than watching the bus as it stopped for the traffic lights. Our destination was within sight and I was scared witless. It was a long time ago, when I first left college, starting my first job. My good friend Sally was trying to match me up with her brother. I reminisced about having lunch with Peter in the convenient garden reserve, outside the Town Hall. It was useful to watch the big clock strike with it's quarter hourly chime. There was always a crowd of office workers gathered there for lunch and I remembered brushing Peter's roving hands away as he tried to embarrass me by putting his hand up my blouse. He always was a bit of a lad. If someone had told me, back then, that I would one day be standing alongside of him, stark naked, with a dozen or so other naked people, having my photo taken, with policemen watching the whole thing, even smiling for the newspaper photographers and--- I shuddered. Well! I would have insisted on that person being taken away and locked up in a lunatic asylum. Even now, I couldn't believe it was happening. As the bus silently drew alongside a group of people and a beautiful white limousine parked outside the floodlit town hall I was shocked to see so many people standing around waiting. It was just before ten to twelve, midnight, on the steeple clock, and I was trapped. In just a matter of minutes I would be escorted out of the bus and have to walk to the town steps. I could already see a barrage of floodlights and photographic equipment standing by. There were placards and ribbons lying on the ground next to the limousine and I could see a good looking blonde lady in her mid thirties behind the wheel. "Surely the Mayor's not here as well!" I muttered, the knots growing bigger in my upset stomach. Watching the unusual scene as it unfolded beside my window. I fought to stop myself from reverting to my fantasy world. Kenneth, tanned, fit and still totally naked, was opening one back door of the limousine and kissing a scantily dressed young brunette lady as she emerged from the back seat. "Everybody out!" Peter bellowed. "It's almost midnight and the TV crew want everyone poised and ready before the chimes begin." I was mesmerised by the scene at the limousine as I waited for the others to file past me, The strangest sensation overtook my jangling nerves. I was excited, my nipples were hardening, yet I was about to show myself, totally nude, shaved and all, to the many dressed people that were scurrying around outside our bus. I tried to stand. The slut was urging me to my feet but my chaste half didn't think my legs would hold my weight. They felt like jelly. A young lady's voice finally broke the spell. Kim's trembling words were breaking though the turmoil inside my mind. "Will you stay beside us when we get out, Pam?" She pleaded. HUGE SURPRISES IN CHAPTER TEN: TOMORROW! READ ON MY DARLINGS * * * * * Author's Note: Tomorrow's chapter will reveal the true purpose of the surprise bus trip. Get those mouses to work and I promise that you won't be at all disappointed in the [ 5 ] vote that you are about to cast on this chapter. Thank you for reading it all, so far. Pamela's life will never be the same. There will be a breathtaking semi-conclusion to this extraordinary party night and; [depending on the voting], many more thrilling experiences >>> as Pamela works with Sally in front of Harry's camera in the week ahead. The way my senile elderly mind works, there will be stimuli for all tastes. He-He-He! Barbara Anne Adams. N.Z.G.S.K.