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Adventures of City Girl

By: city_girl



It would be the perfect seduction I thought to myself; he wouldn't know what had hit him. He certainly wouldn't be able to resist.

I lay in my bath and started to plot the details. As I did so I could already feel my body respond to my desire. I watched as my nipples hardened, the firm pink centre slowly rising out of the water, pushing the last of the bubbles aside. My hand moved slowly to rest between my legs.

I had first met James many years ago as newly qualified grads, fresh and shiny just out of University. We had joined the graduate program of Wetherstock Bros, the new cannon fodder to be sent off to conquer investment-banking consultancy.

I remember that first day; I sat in reception wearing a black suit and crisp white linen blouse. It had been in the late eighties when women still wore skirts as routine in the city. I had chosen carefully, and I remember watching the hem rising higher above my knee as I sat down. James had sat down next to me, nervous but smiling. I had liked him then, but I saw no recognition then. He had barely glanced at me, or my carefully exposed legs.

The first weeks had been manic, we had been sent to work on a big new back office settlements job Wetherstock had recently won.

Perhaps it could have been different had we landed cushy roles on a nice project but this wasn't like that. We were all desperate to prove ourselves and the project was a tough assignment. We got in early, worked late, slept in the gaps. 

I remember one evening a year later, sitting in the office late, it was the first time I had considered James a possible partner. I had made team leader weeks before, James hadn't and I knew it hurt him to watch me going into meetings with the other team leaders while he toiled on.

I was still pretty good looking then, reasonably slim, short hair though to save time. It was summer and the building was hot, the air con never worked well at the best of times. Against my normal rules I had taken off my jacket. I never do that if possible, I feel that it is a suit of armour against the sexist gits that inhabit the world of banking and consultancy.

James and I were kicking some ideas around, about a new data feed we had to build when, much to my surprise, I saw him glance down at my breasts. As always I was wearing a light ironed linen white blouse buttoned up pretty high. I was surprised because he had never given me a second look before. I had finished my chat with him but had kept a close eye on his body language. Sure enough, as I turned back and forward to my screen, he had twice or more checked out my chest.

I went into the loo, just to see how I looked and was amused to realize that I had put on a pretty white lace bra that morning and that the combination of linen and lace on my hot sweaty top was a sensual combination. The pattern of the lace, the small bow in the middle of the cups and the thin straps going over my shoulders were all pretty clear. Standing close to the mirror I even wondered if I could just make out the slightly darker rings of my nipples, visible in parts through the lace. I smiled at myself, laughing that this was the first time I had considered myself a sexual animal since I had moved to the city.

I undid another button of my blouse so it was open to just above the line of the top of the cup of my bra and returned to my desk. I picked up some papers and went over to see if he would continue his attentions. I put the plans on his desk and leaning forward I pointed at a few key dates, chucking in some questions about progress. My blouse had fallen forward and there was no doubt that from where he was sitting he would have a clear view down onto my lace covered tits. I glanced backwards and forwards from the plan to him and was amused to see as he struggled to focus on the paper. Again however I saw his eyes flash back from gazing at my lace lingerie when he thought he could get away with it.

I suddenly felt a flush of power, control and arousal at his attentions. I realised that for a year I had been monk-like in my devotions to work. I had neither slept with a man, nor even kissed one since my last fling at university.

'James lets get some dinner.' I proposed.

'Yeah, I'm starving'. He concurred, picking the local takeaway menu out of his stacked in-tray.

'No. I mean real dinner, you know, how about that French place near the tube?'.

'What you mean, you and me, a restaurant?'

'Sure, why not?' 

There was a look of confusion on his face as though he had never considered eating in a restaurant before.

'OK'. He looked quizzically back at me, his eyes momentarily drifting down to my blouse. He was obviously trying to understand if I was asking him out, or what.

The meal had been a pleasant affair although in the end we found ourselves talking through the technicalities of a sub-system design. He became accustomed to the fact I was actually a woman, stopped checking me out. I got tired, and as we left, when he asked 'Shall we share a cab?' I just coped out with a weary 'No, I'll just get the Northern Line thanks.' And that was that.

The next week, a big new project came up in Basle, he went, and I stayed.

How many times did I wonder where that cab could have led, coffee, bed, an awkward breakfast, dates, a shared flat, marriage.... Well who knows I traded it all for a trip on the tube and a stellar career in consultancy.

So that's how I found myself lying in the bath, a slightly overweight, exhausted thirty-two year old fingering my clit and dreaming of a seduction ten years too late.

Well in the meantime we had both done well, James had done Basle, New York, Tokyo, a golden boy of consultancy. If you wanted a high profile banker shmoosed, then James was the guy, and the money flowed in. I had proved myself a safe pair of hands, over and over across the city of London. Delivering projects, getting stuff done, generally being a hard bitch when people needed it. Loyal to my team, good at details, quiet, efficient.

We had kept in touch, sort of, occasional emails, a few snatched words at conferences. I sent him a jeroboam when he made partner, he sent flowers the next year when I did.

So one morning I got the email announcement. 'James Somerton is to become co-head of the London Banking Coordination team'.  Not a bad job, a similar level to mine, we would work together often. But more critically, this time I decided would be different, I was going to do more than flash a little lace-covered nipple and he would be mine.

First however there was a plan to put in place, I had two months and by the time he arrived on the scene I would be a different woman. 

Out went the toasted ciabatta sandwiches and in came salads, lovingly crafted at home every evening. I resolved finally to give in and join a heath spa and gym.

My first trip to the Oasis Spa for Women was a tough one; I waited nervously in the beautiful white stone entrance lobby as they took my credit card. The women that passed me all seemed typical size eight types with flat stomachs and firm limbs. I hated to think how I looked to them. The receptionist even seemed to look at me with doubt as I paid up my two thousand pound fees.

I was surprised too when I was shown through the dark hardwood doors into the changing room. It was a large open plan room lined with more beautiful wooden lockers, but no changing cubicles.

I stood there in my work suit, feeling hugely out of place. There was no one there when I arrived, but the thought of undressing there when anyone could walk in on me filled me with terror.

I slid off my jacket and hung it in an empty locker, there was no going back. I undid the buttons on my blouse, slid it from my shoulders and hung it next to my jacket, I felt naked even just in my bra, and it was a nice sheer white mesh and hardly covered me at all. I slipped my trousers off and stood in my white cotton knickers. I always bought the same ones, light white cotton, a little see through, a thin triangle at the front and rear, with string links going over my hips. Sexy, not that anyone ever saw them.

Just then three women came in from the pool area, one shockingly naked, the others safely cosseted in thick white dressing gowns. One of them glanced over at me as I looked up at them too. I wasn't sure but I thought I felt a judgemental wince as she surveyed my out of shape form. Within seconds they were all three nude and in the showers, which were also open. They were discussing the relative merits of their partners or ex's and each of their personality flaws.

I reached behind my back unclipped my bra, and shrugged the straps off my shoulders, laying it in my locker, I felt exposed as one of the others, now covered in soft bubbles looked over at my breasts. I slid my thumbs into the side straps of my knickers and slid them down over my knees. I was standing now fully exposed to their critical view.

They all had beautiful firm breasts and waists, lithe arms and legs. I felt a little shamed by my somewhat flabby appearance in comparison.

They also had all shaved the lips of their pussies, and trimmed the region above into a neat triangle. It was a sexy look I had to say, and I could imagine a bloke liking it more. I thought that I might try it too.

I slipped on my black Speedo and put my supplied dressing gown on, luxuriating in the soft warm fluffy material. I then walked into the pool area.

It was a fabulously opulent environment they had created, an azure blue pool in a teardrop shape, surrounded by palms, a glass dome above. The walls were lined with multicoloured mosaic tiles, in a roman style. What surprised me however was that many of the fifteen or so women in or by the pool were nude. It was a women only spa but I was still surprised by the open nudity. Many of them were in great shape too and were showing off to my eyes. I was uneasy about my Victorian black Speedo, standing out like a whale at a dolphin park.

None the less I donned goggles and a hat and, feeling out of place, put in an hour of serious front crawl. I was a good swimmer at school and it was nice to revisit my old sport. Afterwards I got dressed quickly and left.

I got home and after an hours rest, decided that if I was going to attend the spa then I couldn't continue with the long tress of pubic hair. I had never shaved there before, never being an itsy bitsy bikini wearer, and a little overspill round my knickers never bothered me. I didn't want to face the beauties at the spa and their disapproval again.

I went into the bathroom and ran the bath. Stripping naked I slipped into the water, enjoying it as my skin was enveloped in the caressing flood. I took the short nail scissors and firstly gave my long bushy light brown curls a trim all over, leaving just a centimetre of hair. Next, I slipped out of the water and perched on the edge of the bath. I took the soap and rubbed it down over the lips of my pussy and all around. I could already feel my nipples hardening from the feel of the soap and bubbles rubbing the tip of my clit. The whole pubic area was by now covered with a thick layer of soapy foam.

I took the razor I normally used on my legs, put a new sharp blade in, and reached down between my legs, shaving from the top of my legs to the tip of my ever more swollen labia. My hand shook at a tingling excitement that passed through me at the feeling of metal on skin. I continued back to near my anus and was surprised by how excited I was by the sensation. I ran my hand over the new smooth skin and loved the silky feel and the new sensation of skin on skin it invoked on my pussy. 

Above the lips I shaved back to a thin triangle, I didn't want to have that completely nude girl look, I would feel uncomfortable with. I washed away the remaining soap, stood and looked at myself in the large wall mirror. I was shocked by how explicit I looked. My pussy's lips nude and exposed, the inner lips just visible, swollen and waiting for more attention. I lay back down into the warm soapy water. I moved my finger down and slowly ran it round the area next to my clit, slowly ringing round and round as it became more aroused. My other hand moved down to the opening of my vagina, sliding a finger into the newly shaved entrance. 

By now I had moved my legs wide open so each of my feet were draped over the edges of the bath. My other hand was now moving directly on my swollen clit, pressing gently as it moved over and round it. My vagina was screaming for penetration and I slipped my favourite cold hard marble dildo in. I tensed as I felt the coldness deep inside me. That hand pumped the cold rock hard into my pussy while my other hand rubbed my clit with ever more firm movements. 

I slowly felt my first orgasm approaching as I imagined my favourite fantasy. I tensed my legs, pointing my toes as finally the waves of pleasure rolled over me, starting at my clit and exploding down through my legs, I gasped and then screamed quietly at the pleasure. As always, one orgasm was just the start and, having cum once my body demanded more. I pounded the dildo harder inside me, rubbing it against the wall of my pussy to arouse my g-spot. I came three times before getting out of the bath, drying myself and then moving through into my lounge to lie on the sofa. I was physically sated. I had my dressing gown on as I turned on the TV for a little light entertainment.       Eight weeks of swimming, gym and a very, very sensible diet and I looked as well as I had in fifteen years, probably better.  Now, when I went to the spa, I no longer changed hesitantly, ashamed of my form, but instead was confident of my new shape. My newly flat stomach, arms no longer flabby but trim and firm. My thighs too had thinned slightly and firmed up. My breasts were slightly smaller now; a B cup from a C but retained their firmness. 

One day I went to the spa and, as I was changing, the three women I had seen on my first day came in at the same time. I had seen them a couple of times in the distance in the meantime. They were all still looking absolutely great, fit trim and sexy. I had seen them all together either sitting around in their dressing gowns, or swimming nude next to one another.

As I was slipping my knickers off, in preparation for pulling my black Speedo all-in-one on, one of them came up to me. I took her for the boldest of them as she rarely wore anything in the spa. She was about 5'6 with long strawberry blond hair, small breasts with nipples that pointed firmly upwards. I guessed she was 25, perhaps 28. Whenever I had seen her she had always been happy, smiling, at ease.

'Wow' she exclaimed 'look at you'.

I looked up at her in surprise, I was completely nude and was surprised to be approached by anyone.

'Oh hello' I replied hesitantly.

'You look great' she continued. 'I have been coming here for years but I have never seen such a quick transformation.'

She and her friends came up to me and were all standing studying my naked form.

'You looked OK before, but gosh, you look absolutely great now. I mean look at your arms and legs, trim fit lean.'

I looked down at my body self-consciously. I had never been studied in this way before; I had been generally pretty shy about any public exposure. It was true that, as with everything in life, I had really put all my efforts into getting into shape. While I felt uneasy about these three strangers looking at every detail of my nude body, I was also excited by the look on their faces.

There was a definite look of admiration, almost desire on the first woman's face. I watched her eyes as she drank in the details of my shoulders, breasts, stomach, pussy and legs.

'Well thank you very much.' I replied. 'It was well passed due for me to get into shape though. I figured I should look after my body.'

'Well you have certainly done that. You look good enough to eat. I'm Becky by the way, pleased to meet you.' She smiled and turned away, walking back to her locker before shrugging her dressing gown off and starting to dress.

'Pleased to meet you too'. I replied quickly, eager to be friendly.

'We'll be in the juice bar here for an hour or two after, if you'd like to join us.' She shouted back over her shoulder in my direction.

I was unsettled by the whole conversation. I was delighted to have my new found and hard won looks complimented, uneasy about the close study they had made of my body, and yet confused by the 'good enough to eat' remark.

I slipped my black swimming costume on and got my goggles out of my bag, preparing for a hard workout putting in an hour of lengths.

Becky came back up to me with a big grin on her face. By now she was wearing a skimpy white lace bra and matching lace knickers, that succeeded mainly in making her look more sexy and desirable rather than covering her up particularly. I was surprised how attracted I felt to her prior invitation.

'Look, no one is saying anything but, do you really need that old cossie. I think the general view is that it is a bit... hmmm... superfluous.' She inquired. 'You look great without it and surely the whole point of a girls only spa is that there are no blokes around. Swimming without it is great, you really should try it.'

'Really?' I replied. 'I don't think I would feel comfortable.' I wondered if she had a further agenda in fact. 

'Well think about it, it is great.' She wandered off again to put on what I thought was a rather tight and short dress. 

I walked through into the pool area and started my traditional blast up and down the pool. I was by far the fastest swimmer and took some pleasure in the way I slid silently through the water causing little splashing but leaving all the others in my wake.

As I was doing my lengths I started to reflect on her comments. Maybe I was being unnecessarily conservative. My newfound figure gave me more confidence in my body and besides; most of the other bathers were nude.   

As the last few minutes came I decided to give it a go. When I got to the shallow end of the pool, I ducked my shoulders under the surface and slowly slipped the costume off my shoulders. I slid it down, pulled each leg up to step out of it and then threw the wet costume over to my dressing gown. I now stood naked in the pool, and was amazed how different it felt. It was true; the water seemed to caress me rather than the costume sticking to me. I swam for a few more lengths, luxuriating in the feeling as the water slid passed my nipples and between my legs. I could feel my body becoming aroused with the sensation. Eventually I got out and was also surprised how natural it felt to walk naked out of the pool. A few of the women lounging around the edges glanced at me but I had lost my feeling of self-consciousness.

I changed back into my black trouser suit that was my office standard and thought through what would be for dinner.

As I was passing through the entrance, I saw Becky and her two friends sitting in the juice bar, laughing at a shared confidence. I wandered over, and offered to buy them a new round of drinks. A minute later I sat down, carrying four berry smoothies.

'Hello everyone, I'm Clare.' I introduced myself. I shook their hands in what I think they thought of as a very formal way. Twelve years of business had left its mark on me.

'So did you do it?' Becky asked with the look of a curious terrier.

'What?' I replied, but I blushed knowing full well what she was referring to.

'You did, didn't you. Swim "au natural". I knew you would, you look to good to hide it any more.' Becky continued.

'Yes.' I conceded. 'You were right it did feel really good too.'

'Oh I know, I hate normal pools now. They seem horrible, with a costume sticking to you. Without is just so much more sensual, and just a little arousing. Don't you think.'


Adventures of City Girl Ch. 02



I awoke the morning afterwards and thought back over the amazing sex we had had the night before. My hand ran down over my newly shaved pussy and I was a little embarrassed at the thought of how I had recklessly seduced the man of my dreams, without great concern for safety or good sense. However, I regretted none of it and was excited at the wanton abandon I had felt.

I looked across the bed at James and was once again excited to think of our future relationship together and also, of course, the sexual adventures that it would involve.

'Good morning.' I whispered to him as he slowly woke up, eventually creaking open his eyes.

'Hello, I was wondering if you would still be here or if it would turn out to have been the most amazing dream. '

'You needn't have worried.' I smiled back at him.

I was sitting up in bed, the thick cotton sheets covering me only as far as my waist. I watched as his eyes scanned down slowly from my face to my naked breasts, eating me up with desire once again. I felt my nipples harden slightly at the craving I could see in his eyes, I had spent too much time working over the last ten years not to enjoy the lustful attentions of a great looking guy now.

'You look just great you know, I still can't believe what a night you planned for me. It was amazing, absolutely amazing. '

I smiled back at him. 'Thanks you look pretty good yourself. So what do you fancy for breakfast?'

There was a room service menu next to the bed and he picked it up to have a look.

'Hmmm how about some fancy French patisserie? And some strong coffee?'

'Sounds good.' I replied enthusiastically.

He picked up the phone and ordered the food efficiently adding in some juice and fruit. I was impressed by his healthy choices.

'You better cover yourself up.' he remarked, once again surveying my naked breasts.

Oh really? I thought that I pretty much showed it all off to the staff last night anyway. Didn't you think?' I asked with a grin.

'Well its true there wasn't much left to the imagination with that dress of yours last night. Especially once you were playing the piano. I, for one, got a very extensive view of the attractions, and I think the barman had a quite good look too.'

I thought back to the piano and smiled at the happy memories of playing with him, it has been pretty fantastic, and if they had enjoyed it too then I was glad.

'Did you mind, you seemed pretty happy at the time?' I inquired.

'Oh don't get me wrong I thought it was superb, it was among my favourite evenings of all time, I just can't quite believe that you of all people were the one showing it all off. You have always been one of the most conservative people and then suddenly you are sitting next to me with your cleavage on view for all to see, and seducing me. It was magical. So is this a new you or are you going back to the old ways from here on in?'

'Oh I think there might be the possibility of a little more risk taking really. I think perhaps I have been living slightly too safe a life. Besides I had a lovely time too, even though you did rather take advantage of the situation.'

I took the edge of the sheet and pulled it back to expose my shaved pussy that he had defoliated whilst I had been tied up.

'Wow. You look great. ' He gasped.

'I have always fantasised of shaving a woman down there, but can hardly believe I got the chance. You don't really mind do you?'

There was a nervous grin on his face looking back at me. I tried to think how I did feel; I didn't really mind although I wasn't quiet sure what he liked about it.

Just then there was a knock at the door and the guy from room service shouted through that he had our breakfast ready for delivery. I giggled nervously as I hastily pulled the sheet back over me, and then called back for him to bring it in. The waiter came dressed in a very nice white cotton outfit that matched the sheets rather well. He had a couple of silver trays on a trolley that he wheeled up along side the bed. I suddenly felt nervous and excited to be so obviously nude under the sheet so close to him. 

He was professional in the extreme though as he concentrated on delivering his charges without a second glance. As he put my tray of croissants and fruit onto the bed in front of me, it pressed down on the sheet, pulling it down slightly from around my shoulders to reveal much more cleavage. I looked down to check it, just as a corner of the sheet flopped forward exposing a little crescent of my nipple. I felt a jolt of excitement rush through me as I glanced at his face to see if he had noticed. I wasn't sure but I thought his eyes darted down just as he was pulling away, and a tiny almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. I slid myself slightly lower into the bed and tried to re-adjust the sheet, without bringing any further attention to my exposure. Whilst I was excited by it, I was keen that he thought it a casual mistake.

He left as quickly and efficiently as he had arrived and I wondered whether James had noticed my unwitting mistake.

'Hmmmm, very slick move.' he observed.

I dissolved in giggles as he grinned back at me.

'What was that, a tip?' he quipped.

'It was an accident.' I insisted.

'I believe that less and less.' he retorted.

I smiled back at him trying to maintain an air of innocence. I was surprised how excited I had been by the whole experience.

We ate the breakfast with surprising hunger given the excellent meal we had enjoyed the night before. At the same time it was interesting how at ease we were with each other, effectively naked in bed for the first time and yet it felt completely natural, as if we had been together for ages. We chatted about old partners and shared acquaintances.

'So what's the plan for the rest of the day?' he finally asked after we had exhausted the available delights.

'I've no plans, what do you fancy?' I replied.

'I fancy you, for a start. ' he laughed at his limp joke but I could see from his eyes that there was a truth behind the jest.

'Well we could spend the day together if you like. I have nothing really to do, and I am sure we could find a suitable entertainment.'

I was wondering to myself exactly how this relationship was going to work out, on one hand we had had the perfect night of sex but I wasn't sure that it could really survive into the longer term, for a start we both liked to put in long hours, and I didn't actually know if we had much in common. I had only really planned as far as getting him into bed and having achieved that with flying colours was keen not to let the opportunity slip through my fingers.

I got out of bed and walked over to the window, it was a beautiful day and it would be lovely to be outside. We were on the top floor of the hotel and there were patio doors leading out onto the roof terrace. I stood looking out over the terrace and the grounds beyond. I was still nude and it was strange to took out over such a wide area while wearing nothing. I felt the sun streaming through the window, falling on my skin and warming me. I felt my nipples harden slightly as I enjoyed the sensation. Then looked back at James and he was lying in bed with a huge erection, watching me standing by the window.

'You can have me later.' I told him authoritatively.

'You know you are standing completely exposed in front of the window Clare?' he asked seductively.

'Does that turn you on?' I asked. 'The idea that someone might be able to see me?'

'Bloody right it does. ' He replied.

'I can't see anyone. I think I am safe here.' I turned back to look out again.

'Didn't you say that sex in public was one of your fantasies?' I asked with as sexy a voice as I could manage.

'What did you have in mind exactly? I really don't think that the terrace is a good idea, I mean, it overlooks the entire front of the hotel, I was thinking of somewhere where there is a minor chance of someone catching a glimpse, not nude on a balcony in front of any number of people coming and going.'

'Sure, you are right of course.' I replied thoughtfully.

I went through into the bathroom and showered. As I had finished washing my hair, James came through and joined me. It was a huge open shower with a lovely wide showerhead, which cascaded water down over us both. James took a palm full of body lotion and started to rub the bubbly warm liquid over my stomach. His hand slowly moved around, massaging the bubbles into my skin, his firm touch pressed into me as he moved his other hand to my ass and he started massaging me there too.

I wriggled slightly as I luxuriated in his attentions. His fingers were moving further down now straying down to gently pass over my clit. I shivered as I started to become aroused.

I felt his cock next to my ass, hard and pointing slightly upwards and I wondered whether I should just fuck him there and then, or whether to go on with the plan for something more adventurous. I decided that having lived such a conservative life, perhaps today was the day to start taking some more risks.

'I told you that I would fuck you later, not now.'

I walked back into the bedroom and opened the suitcase, which I had sent ahead. There was a pretty white linen dress, which I had packed that had dainty pink flowers on it. It was made from thin white linen and I usually wore it with a camisole and a slip underneath, I was in the mood for something much racier today however and slipped on a lace g-string and bra before lowering the dress over my head.

I walked over to the mirror next to the door to the bathroom and studied how I looked. It wasn't really low-cut just a pleasant V that showed off a nice curve, I was more concerned by its translucent effect. The light pink flowers broke up the lines of my underwear, but if you looked carefully you could make out the lines of the string and also the lines of the lace on the bra. In fact, as I looked closely you could see the pattern of the lace on the g-string too. I tried to decide if it was too sultry, but just at that moment James arrived with a hotel towel wrapped around his waist.

'Oh yes, I like that. ' He chipped in.

I watched as his eyes moved down over my breasts and pussy.

'You look great in this. Not quite like that dress last night but still pretty sexy.'

'You don't think you can see too much?' I asked.

'Not too much for me. Lovely lace knickers and bra. Lovely.'

He surveyed my ass with an appreciative nod. 'I do love a string with a white dress' he concluded.

I suspected that perhaps he wasn't a completely unbiased witness.

He put on some slacks I had bought for him plus a cotton shirt. I hadn't got him any thing to wear underneath, but he wasn't at all bothered, I got the impression he felt it improved his chances. We walked down to reception and I was glad that the guy on the desk was different to the guy from the previous evening. Even so I felt the power of his eyes on me. Now I was out of the safely of the bedroom, and without the benefit of courage from a bottle, I wasn't as confident that I wanted to have my underwear on display to the entire world. Especially as I was wearing such brief lacy lingerie.

Unsurprisingly, James didn't see it quite like that and he was very happy to enjoy the view. As we were walking over to the car I saw his eyes drift around between keeping eye contact as we chatted and checking out my breasts and ass.

'Enjoying yourself?' I ask him after one particularly blatant effort.

'You know, when the sun shines onto that dress, it is really most entrancing. Every now and again it catches a certain angle and the linen just sort of melts away. You really have done a great job of working out you know, your body looks really fit and trim. I do try to behave in general, but you have made it especially tough for me today.'

We got in the Porsche and drove round the M25, turning back in towards the city until we approached Kew. I had decided that a perfect sunny day would be a nice opportunity to experience the finer points of the botanical gardens.

I was lucky and found a slot to park on the sweeping road going up to the main gate. I got out of the car and was pleased to see that the cricketers were playing on the green. I didn't really enjoy watching it but always loved the peculiarly Englishness of thirteen men standing round in white, seemingly doing nothing much all day.

We got our tickets and walked into the gardens. The sun was warmer now and I could feel it shining on my back. James put his arm round my waist and I could feel his hand resting on my hip as we walked through the ornate Victorian flowerbeds. I didn't know much about plants and was surprised when James demonstrated a mild botanical streak by naming a variety of species from time to time.

The English were taking full advantage of the warm summer day and were out in numbers walking, sun bathing and generally sitting around taking in the rays. The number of girls in bikinis surprised me, I had always thought of Kew as a serious sort of garden.

After an hour or so we found ourselves in a quiet glade over beyond the pagoda. It was surrounded on three sides with rhododendron bushes, each one as tall as a house, the fourth side opened out onto a view of the Thames snaking though the gardens, a few hundred metres away.

I sat on the grass, checking that it was dry enough. James sat facing me and we chatted about life in London, the trials and tribulations of tube travel and the general lack of comfort it entailed.

After a few minutes I pulled my knees up towards my chest leaving a small gap between my legs. As I did so my dress lifted with them, revealing, I hoped, a glimpse of my lace string. I watched James' eyes to see if he detected my gambit and was not surprised to see his eyes alight lightly on the teasing view.

He smiled but said nothing, quietly acknowledging my actions. We chatted on and I found myself glancing down to his crotch to see whether I could arouse him to erection, I suddenly wanted to challenge myself again. I moved my knees right up until they were brushing my breasts and very slowly inched my feet further apart until I was sure he was afforded a perfect view of my lace covered pussy. The string was by now cutting into my ass and, I felt sure, was also sliding slightly into the lips of my vulva. James looked down at me once more, this time making less effort to hide his attentions.

'I take it that this show is for my benefit?' he asked with a cheeky grin.

'Are you enjoying it?' I looked down at his trousers and there was no doubt that his cock was straining at the fabric. I was intrigued by how frustrated I could make him and decided to continue my slow exposition.

'I can't believe how the Clare that I have known for years has become this amazing risk taker. I have been out with some pretty daring girls but you are up there. I have to say.'

I considered my position, I was facing towards a huge dense bush that I was very confident contained no one. I could look left up the narrow path going up to the river. If anyone was to approach, they could only come from that direction and I would see them while they were still at least a couple of hundred metres away. They wouldn't be able to see anything unless they got a lot closer. I moved around so I was sitting along side James and put my hand down onto his fly. I swiftly pulled down the zip and slid my hand inside his trousers; my hand immediately grasped his hard hot cock. I held it in my hand and could feel it gently pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I pulled back his foreskin and started to gently masturbate him.

'So does this live up to your sexual fantasy?' I asked him quietly while keeping up the steady rhythm of movement with my hand.

'It is better.' he replied, obviously finding it difficult to concentrate on talking. I felt the top of his dick moisten slightly with a little pre-cum. So I stopped to let him calm, I didn't want him coming too soon. I left his fly wide open however so I could continue to enjoy watching his hard cock.

I pulled my dress up much further so the hem of the skirt was well above my knees. Then lifted my ass off the ground balancing on my feet and one hand. With my other hand I slipped my fingers into the elastic of my g-string, pulled it down, sliding it quickly over my knees and let it fall onto the grass next to my feet. I picked it up and slipped it into my bag, I could feel that it was slightly damp from the excitement I already felt. 

My dress had fallen back very slightly to cover my pussy. I sat back down alongside James but facing him. My leg nearest him was flat on the grass, but my other leg raised up to my chest. My dress was therefore raised, allowing James to see my open lips and my already aroused clit. My inner lips were already slightly swollen and I felt a deep desire to feel him inside me. He moved his hand up my skirt and I felt his fingers begin to slowly circle my clit.

'Open your legs wider.' he commanded after a few minutes. I obeyed immediately, moving my raised leg further away from him to further expose myself, and then waited expectantly to see what he was up to.

He adjusted his hand slightly and then slowly slipped a couple of his fingers up inside my pussy, while keeping up his massaging of my clit with the soft pad of his thumb.

At the end of the glade another couple walked passed and glanced momentarily in our direction. From that angle they couldn't see up my skirt, but I wondered whether they noticed the way that James' hand disappeared up into my dress. I was aroused by the thought that there I sat with a guy's hand deep inside me, his finger caressing my clit while perfect strangers looked on unknowing.

I was getting close to orgasm as he increased the pressure on my clit, moving his thumb first up and down over my clit and then round in circular motions. He skilfully slowed from time to time just as I was thinking that I was going to come. I tensed my straight leg to heighten my pleasure, willing the orgasm to approach. 

Every time I got close he reduced the speed and pressure on my clit.

'Can I come now?' I begged after a few minutes of intense frustration.

'l want you to fuck me. It has to be full sex to fulfil my fantasy.' he demanded. By now I was excited and wet and desperate to come. I relaxed and luxuriated in the delicious feeling of his hand pleasuring me.

'So what did you have in mind, a quick fuck up against a tree?' I asked.

He undid his trousers further and exposed his cock completely, it was still as hard as a rock and I was excited to see him take it out, I looked around to check for people but no one was passing at that moment.

'Come and sit on me.' he suggested.

I realised what he meant, and as he lay back on the grass, I straddled his waist and his hand guided his cock into my now soaked pussy. It was a glorious feeling, having been tormented with frustration as he masturbated me, to feel the fulfilment of his cock deep inside me.

I moved slowly back and forwards, my hips just introducing enough movement to feel him in my vagina. At the same time, I squeezed him slightly within me, trying to excite him without too much obvious movement.

'Is that good?' I asked him.

An old couple walked past the end of the path and the bloke looked down towards us and said something to his wife. A moment later she glanced our way too, a slight grin on her face. I was sure they had rumbled what we were doing. They seemed happy to live and let live, perhaps they had had similar couplings in their youth.

With James' thumb back in place over my clit, I was once again approaching orgasm and was determined to be fulfilled this time.

'I am close.' I whispered to him. 'I have to come. '

I felt his legs tense under me as he willed his own body to conclusion.




Adventures of City Girl Ch. 03



The week after our first weekend of glorious sex together was an absolute nightmare. At work I was transferred onto a new bidding project and the timescales and pressure were furious.

James and I only managed to get together once during the whole week and I had arrived at his flat exhausted and late. He had cooked a very nice lobster risotto and I was famished. He was incredibly generous with his tolerance of both my arrival time and also the way that I greedily gobbled down his carefully prepared meal. He had a delightful, well aged Rioja to go with it and the combinations of flavours was a joy.

In the heat of battle at work I had almost forgotten the pleasures of our physical relationship and was slightly shocked when, after dinner, he put his hands on my hips and kissed me. He slowly explored my mouth and lips with his tongue and I delighted in the intimacy. He kissed me more deeply, our tongues playing a game of catch as our mouths were joined as one.

He led me through into his bedroom, it was a classic bachelor pad, clean dark red wood cabinets, a large mirrored sliding wardrobe. I slid open the door and was not surprised to see his suits lined up in perfect lines, next to them a collection of freshly ironed shirts.

Slowly, he pulled me away and towards the bed, running his hand lightly across my breasts, I could see in his eyes that he intended to take me as soon as possible and was not keen to wait for me to satisfy my curiosity with his life.

I let him slip my jacket off my shoulders and again run his hand down my light blue cotton blouse. Once again he kissed me, slowly moving round my face until he was lightly nibbling my ear, I could feel his tongue running round the rim of my ear as his teeth pressed into the lobe. I wriggled appreciatively and sighed quietly, enjoying the way that he slowly aroused me without rushing into it too quickly. After a while and with a gentle touch he started to undo the buttons on my blouse. It slid down from my shoulders onto the floor, and he ran his fingers gently down over my shiny bra, making a gentle mmm sound to indicate his enjoyment, as his fingers moved to unclip the button on the front of my trousers.

Once he had rid me of them, I stood in front of him in a matching satin bra and panties. His mouth remained close to mine, gently kissing and nibbling my lips. I had gone from tired and irritable to aroused in just a few minutes and I couldn't wait for the next course. He quickly slid out of his clothes without ceasing his kissing and I felt his hard cock next to my silky white knickers, pushing expectantly at the fabric, impatient to enter me.

James removed the last vestiges of my modesty and then, pushing me back onto the crisp white sheets of his bed, he kneeled down onto the rug next to the bed, before pushing my legs apart and then burying his face in my pussy.

It was glorious to feel his mouth gently kissing and licking my clit, his tongue occasionally moving down to dart into my now wet and aroused vagina. I just let the pleasure roll on and as soon as my orgasm approached I just let it come, screaming out with joy as the waves spread down through my legs.

His cock was quickly inside me, having pushed me back up the bed, he then lay on top of me and was pumping deep inside me. I just relaxed and let him take me as he wanted, he moved around me lifting my legs onto his shoulders. Taking me deep as his cock pushed fully into my pussy. 

Next he flipped me over and pulling my ass up, fucked me from behind, again thrusting far into me. He put his hands onto my shoulders to pull me closer, forcing himself into me until I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Finally he lay back on his side and with our legs intertwined gently pumped me full of his cum as he fingered my button hard nipples and my clit. I came shortly after him and was happy, sated and content.

We lay together, my head on his shoulder and I was ready for sleep. It was lovely to have someone who could offer a way out from the permanent pressure of work, to make a fuss of me and offer such physical release at the end of a hard day.

'That was truly lovely' I commented to him as I snuggled up to his naked body.

'You know what has surprised me about making love to you the most, has been that you are quite submissive. You have such a hard reputation at work but then in bed you just seem happy to enjoy whatever comes along.'

I was interested in his view and had to agree that it was nice to relax in bed and be dominated for once.

'Yes you are right' I concurred 'it is nice for once to give up control. Especially when it is to someone as expert in giving pleasure as you. '

'Do you remember last Friday?' He continued. 'You told me about your favourite fantasies?'

I nodded my agreement trying to remember what I had said in my wine soaked haze. 'Would you really be interested on two blokes at the same time, cos if you are then I have the perfect opportunity for you. '

I remained silent trying to remember exactly what I had proposed. It was true that I did have this crazy fantasy that I thought of from time to time, where two guys pleasured me at the same time, seeing to my every physical need before finally taking me in as they wanted. A sort of sexual quid pro quo where each side gets to fulfil a little extreme dream.

'I think that I might. ' I answered 'but who with? It would have to be a good friend of yours that you can trust, but I don't want to necessarily meet them ever again. Certainly not at work. '

'Well that's what makes Robert perfect, I have known him for five years and can trust him to be the perfect gentleman, but on the other hand he lives in Singapore and also has quite liberal attitudes to sex.'

I decided that I didn't really want to know how James knew about his friends liberal attitude, and started to think through whether I really wanted this to become real or whether I would rather it remained a figment of my imagination.

'I tell you what I will do. ' He continued as he could see I wasn't sure. 'I will mention it to him and we can all have dinner on Saturday together. If you want to go ahead with it then you go and sit on the sofa after dinner. If you don't then you stay at the table, or go to bed. That way the choice is entirely yours.'

'OK' I agreed, that gave me some time to meet Robert and to consider what I really wanted.

The rest of the week flew by, the bid we were working on was going well and I even got to work with James from time to time on it. We were looking to build a new trading system for an expanding hedge fund that was trying to get its systems in order after too long.

On Saturday I woke, nervous at the thought of the evening's activities and threw myself into a hectic trip to the gym and then some shopping in the afternoon. I partly worked as I realised at six that I better get ready.

I put on a sexy lace string and some fishnet hold-ups. Over this I wore a short black dress that I had bought for the occasion, it was very tight, showing off every line of my figure and the neckline dived boldly down to reveal a significant amount of cleavage.

I figured that, when dressing to go to dinner with two guys who are planning on fucking you together, there is no point dressing too innocently. In my mind I still wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it, but it was really arousing me to think about it. Even as I left the flat I could feel my knickers damp.

I arrived and James met me at the door, kissing me passionately on the mouth, his tongue darting briefly into mine. I could see a nervous glint in his eyes, which only intensified my nerves.

'Remember that the choice is entirely yours. If you want to leave at any time, and I mean at any time, just say that you are tired. As soon as you say that we will stop whatever. '

I nodded and walked into the lounge. Robert came up to from where he had been standing at the window. I watched his eyes size me up as he walked towards me, moving from my face down over my chest and legs, I presumed to decide whether I was his type. He kissed me on both cheeks and went over to the drinks cabinet.

He was very much my type, about six foot, athletically built but not too muscular. You could see slight bulges in the arms of his cotton shirt defining tone but nothing body builder style. He had thick black hair, moderately long but again not too extreme.

'Can I get you something to drink?' He offered. It was only at this stage that I realised he had a slight French accent, which really turned me on.

'Yes please.' I responded quickly. 'A large gin and tonic if you have it.'

'I'll see what James has.'

He eventually found some tonic and ice and the three of us settled on the chairs on James' balcony, overlooking one of the wharfs in Docklands. Robert, it turned out, worked in a similar area to me, albeit for a competitor based if the Far East. We spent a pleasant time talking shop before James announced that dinner was served and we went through into the lounge again, where he had set out a very impressive spread.

Over dinner I tucked into a variety of excellent wines that James had brought in, and at times I forgot what arrangements we had made for later. As the evening wore on through desert I realised that it was approaching decision time. On one hand I didn't want to stop talking. The two of them were excellent company and we laughed a lot as we shared stories.

On the other hand I had this nagging feeling that this was a once in a lifetime chance. Robert was, in many ways, the perfect guy, I really fancied him and he and James had obviously shared some adventures in the past that they only hinted at. I was also quite aroused, having thought about the prospect of an evening of sexual excess all day.

Over coffee James told Robert of my perfect seduction the previous week and I could see that he was trying to move the conversation around to more intimate matters. It was strange to be sitting with two great looking guys considering whether to fuck them together. I could see a look of desire in both of their eyes and, as I leaned forward to pour more coffee, I noticed how they both focused more on the gap that had opened in the front of my dress than on my face.

I drank the coffee slowly, feeling my heart now beating ten to the dozen as I considered what I knew I was about to do. I watched them keep a close eye on me, waiting to see if I moved to the sofa to give them my consent. I noticed my hand shake slightly as I picked up my cup to empty the last mouthful. There was no longer any playing for time, we all knew that I had come there to have them both, and as inevitably as ice melts in a cold drink, the time had arrived.

I considered one final time whether I was completely happy with what I was about to do. I did feel slightly unsure, firstly whether James would still respect me afterwards and also whether I really wanted to behave in, what was for me, was a very slutish way.

I stood up and they watched me carefully to see which way I moved, for a second I wavered and considered going into the bedroom where I was sure I could have a beautiful reprise of the superb sex I had enjoyed with James earlier in the week. Somehow however I grasped the courage, the insanity to walk over to the sofa where I sat down and tried to prepare myself emotionally.

I looked around and looked at the two guys. Suddenly, now that I had thrown down the gauntlet, there was a slight look of doubt in their minds. Perhaps they were thinking that now they would have to perform in front of another guy. I could see however that Robert almost wanted to eat me alive, I even saw him lick his lips as he walked over towards me.

'Do you have any particular requests?' James asked, as the two guys sat down next to me on the sofa, one on either side. It was a long black leather sofa and I pushed my back into it as I tensed my legs, trying to dispel some of the tension I was feeling. 

I thought through what I had always dreamed of in my fantasies, unsure whether I really wanted to act out the very depths of my own minds eye. Then prepared my response, slightly embarrassed to be describing exactly how I wished to act out one of my own fantasies.

'Firstly you have to pleasure me. Tease me, drag out my pleasures, and serve me as sexual slaves. I want to come twice and I want really good orgasms. Then when I am sated, you may use me as you will. I will let you take me as you like.' I had finally decided to live out the fantasy in its entirety; their eyes were watching me like birds of prey.

'You may not hurt me however, nor bruise me or mark my skin. You may not tie me up or cover my eyes.' I continued.

I was looking at James in particular at this point, remembering the terror that I felt when he took me the previous Friday.

'Of course, whatever you want. ' They both nodded their assent.

James made the first move, reaching up to my face and taking my head in his hands, kissing it deeply, forcing his tongue into my mouth. My shoulders were pulled round to face him and almost immediately I felt Robert take the zip at the nape of my neck, and gently pull it down to the small of my back. 

I realised immediately how having two men together changes every thing, you can no longer control the speed of anything, as there are two of them manipulating you while you can focus on one of them. I would have been happy just to kiss them for a minute or two and with only James would have kept him there. But instead, Robert had been free to start undressing me, and as soon as the zip was undone he slipped the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms, revealing my breasts to the two of them. I felt slightly invaded by this brash move but ignored it and hoped that the sensation would go away as I relaxed and became more turned on.

James continued to kiss me, and I started to undo the buttons on his shirt. At the same time Robert had taken each of my breasts into his hands and was massaging my already erect nipples. He lifted me off the sofa slightly and then slid the dress from under me and down my stockinged legs. He had now revealed my lace string and hold ups and I realised that either I had to expect to be naked in front of him very soon, or I had to say something immediately. I decided to let him have his way and try to enjoy the very odd sensation of letting a guy I had just met undress me.

Robert changed his focus from breasts to feet, sliding my hold-ups down my legs and taking one of my feet into his mouth, his tongue circling my toes in turn. James took up the baton with my breast, gently cupping it, lightly circling my nipple. I leant back and luxuriated in the sensual overload of simultaneous arousal of mouth, breasts and toes. The guys were still not done however, James started to play with my ear with his free hand, Robert finally lifted my ass very slightly off the sofa and slid the lace string down my legs. He undressed himself quickly then pushed my legs apart and settled down in front of me.

I suddenly felt very exposed with a guy I had only just met, kneeling naked between my legs, the lips of my pussy wide open for his inspection. There were only a few guys in the world that had ever seen my pussy so exposed, and yet he was already sitting looking at it with complete access, only a couple of hours after our meeting.

I looked down at him and was shocked to see the size of his cock, it wasn't even fully erect and it was already seven inches. I wondered how much bigger it could get, and whether I could really get something that big inside me.

Somehow the fact that we were all naked by now made me feel much more secure and happy, and in fact I suspected the guys were probably more ill at ease. I wondered how James felt about the fact that Roberts's cock was so much bigger.

James had also shed his clothes by now and was still sitting next to me, kissing my lips, playing with my breasts.

Robert started kissing the insides of my thighs, and then licking them with long strokes of his tongue, my clit was, by now, screaming out for some attention. I was relieved when his mouth finally moved up and that long tongue started licking my clit instead. I sighed in ecstasy, enjoying every feeling as the two of them saturated my senses.

James knelt on the sofa in front of me, pushing me back and inviting me to suck on his cock, which I was delighted to do, taking it into my mouth, licking off the pre-cum and tasting it greedily. Meanwhile Robert knelt on the floor and, pulling my hips to the edge of the sofa, gently inserted his dick in my now soaked pussy. It felt huge and I could feel it stretching me all the way in, and then gently pushing up against my cervix. He was massaging my clit at the same time and I came almost immediately. James still had his cock deep in my mouth, with my tongue circling his glands, so I could only bleat quietly as the huge orgasm rocked through my body.

The guys decided between themselves, as if at a prearranged signal, to change positions. Robert kneeled on the sofa, in front of me, his cock still dripping with my juices. I licked them off; enjoying the taste of my pussy intermingled with his pre-cum, he watched intently, as if he was judging what else I might do for him.

James meanwhile was kneeling between by legs, sucking my clit. 

Once again I just relaxed back into the sofa and enjoyed the physical sensation of two guys pleasuring my mouth, breasts clit and toes. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, especially when James started to gently run his finger around my anus. He had a tube of lubricant that he had obviously prepared earlier and had liberally coated his hand before he started touching me. As he was sucking my clit he also inserted one of his fingers into my ass, another into my pussy and was gently thrusting them back and forth in time with his licks.

I completely relaxed and let them focus on pleasuring me for as long as possible, keen to make the moment last. I no longer felt self-conscious at all, and it seemed somehow quite natural to have two guys working their magic to ensure my physical satisfaction.

James changed position once again and started fucking me again, kneeling on the floor in front of me, his hand lightly caressing my clit. I kept getting close to coming and then pulling back, relaxing into it to make it longer.

Finally I lost control of my orgasm, the stimulation was very strong and with Roberts's cock gently fucking my mouth, I was in no position to argue or tell them to slow down.

I came again, this time a stronger orgasm than the previous time, practically screaming at the immense pleasure. It was perhaps the most extreme physical experience I could imagine, as if my whole body was exploding with their touch. They kept up the stimulation until it was too much to bear, and eventually I was forced to push James' head away with my hand.

We all relaxed, I was almost exhausted after the extended time on the brink of coming. I was however intent to complete the fantasy, I wanted to feel two guys use me as a sexual toy, to have them pleasure themselves with my body without any thought to my sexual satisfaction or feelings.

'It is your turn now.' I declared. 'Tell me what you want, and take me how you want. ' I was still aroused and was hankering after another orgasm but wanted to experience a complete feeling of domination by two very hot guys first.

Robert was still kneeling in front of me, his cock hovering just a few centimetres from my face. He looked into my eyes and said. 'I am going to come onto your face, is that ok?'

'Look,' I said 'you can do what ever you want to, that is the fantasy for me, whatever you want. I want to feel sexually used, abused if you want. Whatever you think in your fantasies you have always wanted to try, just go for it. When I have had enough I will tell you to stop.'




Adventures of City Girl Ch. 03



I saw Robert look across at James as if he were looking for permission from him.

'You don't have to ask him for permission he is not my keeper. It is my body, you can do what you want, without reference to him. I will say one thing though, if you can only come once. I will be somewhat disappointed. '

Robert had a smug look on his face, as if saying that I needn't worry about that.

'Finish me onto your face.' he commanded.

I took his huge cock in my hands and started to caress it, taking it into my mouth occasionally, running my tongue over its tip. I gently massaged his balls with my other hand, as I increased the speed I was pumping, I watched his face for a sign he was going to come. James was kneeling on the floor and once again started to fuck me, this time less gently, thrusting hard into me. I sucked Roberts's cock some more; I could see he was close now.

'I want the cum on your face, not in your mouth.' He said. I took the cock out and just masturbated him forcefully, my mouth smiling up at him as I watched his face finally relax in ecstasy.

The cum exploded from his dick, the first spurt laying a white trail up my face from mouth into my hair. The second shot was just as strong, landing on my eyebrow and down over my nose. I sensed that now was the moment for more oral stimulation and started sucking the end of his cock with my mouth, there was more cum being shot out, and I was surprised that I had nearly a mouthful even after that which had plastered my face. Once I could hear his pleasure subside, I pulled away from him so he could admire how he had covered my face with his seed, opening my mouth so he could see the mouthful there.

His cum was sweeter than the guys I had previously sucked off, and was quite pleasant to the taste. I licked around my lips with it coating them with the sticky residue. A little ran down my chin and dropped onto my breast, where I rubbed it lightly into my still button hard nipple. The remainder of the cum I swallowed and then opened my mouth for both Robert and James, so they could see that it was gone. 

That being said, my face was still well coated from the initial ejections. The two guys were watching me with an air of amazed glee, unable to believe their good chance.

'Kneel down on the floor. ' James commanded.

I obeyed immediately wincing slightly as a drop of cum ran down from my eyebrow into the edge of my eye. James grabbed my hips and roughly shoved his cock into my open pussy, pulling me towards him as he went. I screamed out a little at the mixture of pleasure and pain from the initial penetration. Once he was fucking me however I was once again happy and the firm pressure in my vagina was glorious.

Robert lay on the floor on front of me and instructed me to suck him again. His cock was still semi erect and even at that size easily filled my mouth. For a few minutes I enjoyed the feeling of a cock in both ends as I slowly felt Roberts erection returning. After a few minutes I heard the tone of James' breathing quicken and he pumped me harder than ever, crashing his hard cock into the inner front wall of my pussy. He cried out one time and then I felt him pump me full of his hot cum.

He lay back on the floor and relaxed, momentarily satisfied. I sat up on the sofa and looked at the guys to see if they were still in the mood. Some of Roberts cum ran down onto my chin, a drop running into my mouth, I smeared it over my neck. I guessed that my entire face was still sticky and white, where the cum had run from its initial position.

'Touch yourself.' James suggested after a moment, and I was happy to oblige, my clit still feeling that another orgasm or perhaps two would be in line.

I sat on the sofa and started gently circling my clit, bringing it back to the state of arousal that it had been in before.

'Open your legs as wide as you can. I want to see your pussy, I want to see your most intimate parts.' Robert chipped in, still sitting on the floor, his erection returning strongly now.

I opened my legs almost to a straight line, my gym training had made me supple and my gymnastics training from school seemed to come back.

I was now sitting naked on the sofa, playing with my clit with my legs so wide apart you could see the opening of my pussy stretched wide apart. The guys were looking down at me and I could see James' cum slowly oozing out of me

'Eat it. I have seen you eat my cum, now I want to watch you eat his too.' Robert said.

I put my second hand down to my pussy and, while still lightly touching my clit with my first hand, dipped a finger inside me. I took it out and it was covered in James' cum. I put it to my mouth and licked it off, much saltier than Roberts. This obviously excited a reaction in the guys as I could see them lean forward in interest, their cocks swelling. James took a tiny tea spoon that we had used at coffee from the table and handed it to me.

'Eat all the cum out of your pussy. ' He demanded.

I took the spoon and, pulling the lips of my vagina open with two fingers, slowly inserted the spoon into my opening. The cold metal felt uncomfortable inside me, but I slowly pushed it further inside until there was just a centimetre of handle showing. Next I pushed it lightly downwards to press it into the inner wall of my vagina and slowly removed it.

As it emerged, there was a full teaspoon of a mixture of cum and my own juices filling the bowl of the spoon, and the handle was also covered in a opaque white goo. Some ran off to one side leaving a thin strand behind it.

Some how seeing the cum on the spoon made me realise that here I was eating cum and I suddenly felt slightly disgusted with what I was doing, performing quite dirty sexual acts for two blokes.

'Now eat it. ' James insisted. He could see I had my doubts, but I was intent on going through with as much as I could. This was the fantasy, to serve their sexual requests come what may.

I put the spoon into my mouth and licked the cum off it, swallowed it immediately as I didn't want to taste it anymore.

The two guys were watching me intently as I opened my mouth so they could see that I had now swallowed both their seed for their visual enjoyment.

James was erect again now, having been aroused by the show. He sat up on the sofa and beaconed me over, pulling me round so my ass was facing towards him. He took my hips and pulled me towards him, once again I felt his finger circling and then penetrating my anus. 'Lean forwards. ' he instructed me. One hand holding my hip, the other covered in gel, he slowly stretched my ass open until I could feel two fingers inside me. He removed them after a few seconds.

Slowly he pulled me towards him until I could feel his cock pressing up against the rim of my ass. He pulled me slightly closer until I felt it stretch me open further and further, my muscles finally relaxing to let him in. I enjoyed the exquisite mixture of pleasure and discomfort as I felt what a huge cock holding me open.

I lay back and he took my breasts into his hands, pinching my nipples in a way he knew I loved. I opened my legs as wide as possible, knowing exactly what I wanted now.

'Fuck my cunt. ' I begged Robert. I wanted to feel two guys fucking me at the same time, both using me together.

Robert walked over and put a cushion on the floor, and then knelt down in front of me to make sure his cock was at the right height to enter me. I could still move my hips forward and back, providing just enough movement to stimulate both my ass and James' cock. Robert then firmly pushed forward into me, his huge dick fully erect now and once again I felt the walls of my pussy stretched wide apart as he entered me. I screamed out as the overwhelming feeling of having two guys pushing themselves deep into me took hold. 

Every time Robert thrust into my pussy, James slid a little out of my ass, then as he withdrew, James pushed me down at my hips, forcing himself back into me again. Robert started firmly fingering my clit at the same time and I screamed out again with the sensations ripping through my pelvis. After a few minutes of this I was unable to contain myself and I screamed repeatedly as my ass and pussy were pulled back and forth by their movements. At the same time I could feel my own orgasm coming as Robert fingered me with increasing violence. 

Eventually, I came in another burst of screaming, I was uncontrollably yelling 'fuck me, fuck me hard. ' My actions obviously aroused the guys because, just as I was reaching the height of my climax, they both came too and I felt the unique sensation of cum being pumped into both ass and pussy at the same.

Robert stepped back from me, withdrawing quickly and I stood up to pull Roberts quickly declining erection from the other side. I lay on the sofa next to James and was overcome with tiredness. It had been a long day of excitement leading up to this session. But the true cause of my weariness was the pure adrenalin soaked excitement of pushing the bounds of my sexual limits.

I considered going to get dressed again but couldn't be bothered, and considering what I had just shared with my two companions, I didn't think my modesty had much more to lose.

So I just lay there naked for an hour or so, we chatted as before the meal, about projects and friends. It was almost as if nothing had happened between us, except of course I could still feel their cum inside me. I could still feel the way they had stretched my body as they had taken me. The two guys felt differently and James went to fetch his dressing gown while Robert put a reasonable number of his clothes back on.

It was strangely intimate to talk to them about normal life, while lying nude in front of them, watching as their eyes drifted easily over my breasts and pussy. I had lost all inhibitions with them and wondered whether I would be a different person after this evening of excess.

After a while I decided to go to bed, kissing Robert on the cheeks as if he were just a friend again. I wished him a good trip back to Singapore. He took me in his arms, running his hands down my back and over my ass. I looked across at James, strangely wondering if he was jealous before realizing the absurdity of it. I made my final goodbyes and retired to James' room.

A few minutes later James joined me in his bed, slipping the dressing gown from his shoulders before cuddling up behind me. His arm slid under my head and the other over my waist so that I was enveloped by him.

'How did you find that?' I asked him, wondering whether it would change our newly formed relationship.

'I can't quite believe that the hugely professional Clare that I see kicking everyone's ass at work has just taken part in that amazing sex. You surprise me Clare, really. You seem able to separate yourself into two people and drive both with such force, but in such different ways. '

He hadn't quite answered the question, so I decided I had to ask him explicitly.

'Do you think I am a complete slut, asking you to take part in that?'

I waited, holding my breath for his reply.

'No, not at all, it was a pleasure to see you so happy and able to suspend your other self and enjoy the pure physical sensation. I just loved to watch you indulge in such amazing sex.'

I was relieved and after a few brief words, slowly slipped into a contented sleep, free to dream of adventures to come.



Adventures of City Girl Ch. 04



I awoke slowly and the whole scene from the night before came back to me, I probed my psych to decide how I felt; had I fucked the two guys for me and my old fantasies, or for them. I could still feel the soreness in my ass from where the final act had been performed as I had taken them both at once. I looked across at James and was glad that we had cleared the air before going to sleep, still I was not completely confident that he would still feel the same about me after seeing me so loose with my affections the night before.

As I always did with guys, I had slept nude and I felt just a little raw and exposed, so I crept out of bed and left the slumbering hero behind. I decided that I couldn't really face a slightly strained and embarrassed breakfast and that I would rather just flee the scene and return to my own apartment. Grabbing my dress from the night before, that had been discarded so quickly, I slipped it over my head and rather wished that it covered up a little more of me. 

I couldn't see my string around so decided to leave without it, I was sure James would be pleased to find it later on. I thought to myself that while it had been nice to show off my breasts in the company of two great looking guys, the next day when you have to return back to your flat, it seemed rather too brief. I slid out of the flat and down to my Porsche praying that I would meet no one on the way. Fortunately the residents seemed to be in no hurry to be out that morning and I met no one.

I arrived back at my underground car park, and pulled back into my regular spot, but unfortunately the same could not be said of the residents there. There were two guys across the fairly empty lot, looking with a concerned state at the contents of the bonnet of a red sports car. As I turned off the engine, they obviously saw the bright colour of my dress and my bare shoulders, and adjusted their stances slightly to provide them a better sideways view of me. I pulled the door open and tried to remember the lessons I had read on disembarking from cars in short dresses. I wished that I had spent a little longer looking for my string in James' flat. 

Keeping my knees locked together, I swung round to let my feet slide onto the floor; the high-sided sports seat of the Porsche gave me no assistance, forcing my knees higher. I glanced across at the guys, and sure enough they were studying my every move while pretending to diagnose the car's engine. Pushing back against the seat, I tried to lever myself out the car gracefully, while keeping the dignity of my pussy intact. At the last minute I realized that my top had fallen far in front of my naked breasts as I leaned forwards. 

They had been provided with a clear and unobstructed view of my breasts hanging unsupported in the plunging deep v-shaped neckline of the dress. Probably they hadn't seen my nipples, but they would have seen far down to the curves at the bottom. I felt my nipples harden with a slight renewal of my arousal as I scurried quickly over to the lifts and held my arms across my chest as I waited for the sanctuary of the elevator to rescue me. I dashed through the sliding doors and preyed not to meet any of my neighbours. My heart beat rapidly as I watched the numbers rising with the altitude.

Once safely back in the safety of my flat, I slammed the door quickly closed and lent back against the cold wood of the door. I thought back over the moments in the car park and realized that I had been strangely aroused, that at no point was I annoyed with them for looking, or really embarrassed either. I had quite enjoyed the thrill of it all.

I went through into the bathroom, stripped off quickly and within a few minutes, lay back into a hot bubble tub to reflect on my feelings after a rather surprising few days. James called me a few minutes before midday to demand to know where I had disappeared to so rudely. I could tell from his tone that his feigned annoyance was not real, and just made some excuses for not wanting to disturb him. He accepted my reasons quickly, and I wondered whether he too was glad to have a little space to reflect.

Later in the day he called again, this time with genuine irritation, to announce that he had been called away to a sales trip to Berne and that he would be away all week. I felt a mixture of annoyance and satisfaction. I was enjoying the physical relationship more than the increasing feeling of dependency between us. I had lived alone for too long to give up my freedom too easily.

The following week at work was a nightmare, many of the top sales and business staff had gone on the trip with James, and for those of us that remained it meant simply that we had to cover twice the workload. My regular day job was supplemented with a host of evening tasks and the days slipped by rapidly. By Thursday however I was starting to miss my guy and I reflected that, until his arrival, I had always just worked through the week, alone and independent. Now he only had to be absent for a few days and I was getting lonely and a little frisky. 

I decided that a trip to the gym was in order and hoped in the back of my mind to meet up with Becky and the other girls. I had been neglecting things a little and felt pleased to be getting back into doing some exercise; I needed something to take my mind off the tense work situation too.

I walked into the entrance lobby of my luxury gym and was immediately delighted to be returning to the comfort and splendour of its enveloping entrance. I picked the soft fluffy white towel and dressing gown, brushing it briefly against my cheek to enjoy the sensation, and made my way into the changing room. The locker allocated to me was open and I slid my jacket off my shoulders and hung it up, quickly followed by my blouse and skirt. 

It was only as I reached behind me to unclip my bra that it occurred to me that, while James had made a very thorough job of shaving my pussy the previous weekend, I had not been maintaining his excellent work, and my pubes had grown back to a degree, leaving me with a slightly prickly problem. While I had got used to swimming nude at the spa, I didn't want to show my rather spiky five-day growth, and wondered what to do. I looked around the changing area and realized that there was a vending machine in the corner that sold a variety of things. 

Slipping the gown over my bare shoulders, I walked over to the machine and spotted amongst them a pink girly shaving set and a small canister of lubricant to help the blade. I put my coins in, punched the buttons and watched the small package fall to the ground. I returned to my clothes and slid my knickers down to the ground, popping them into the locker and securing it behind me. I looked around the changing room and thought about where it would be most comfortable and discreet, deciding eventually that I would sit down on a padded dark wooden bench in the corner facing away from the showers. 

I kept the shoulders of the gown on, opened the front and let the ends of the belt fall to the floor. Spreading my legs wide apart, I then rubbed the contents of the tube of cream over the light brown hairs that were emerging both above and between my legs. I had previously only ever shaved the lips of my pussy and the edges of the triangle above, but James had taken great pleasure from shaving me completely the previous week, and had made a few comments on how he liked the look, so I decided to continue his pleasure.

The new blade slipped swiftly and smoothly up from the top of my thigh, to the edge of my lips, and I enjoyed the slight stimulation that I felt on the tip of my clit as my fingers just grazed over it. As I was finishing off the top of my lips, I became aware of some new occupants of the room arriving and was delighted to see Becky and the other two come strolling noisily through the door in casual outfits, giggling foolishly about a mutual friend that had made a idiot of themselves. Becky squealed with delight when she saw me in the corner and came barrelling over to see me. I was unsure what to do, on one hand I just wanted to close up the robe and cover myself up, on the other I knew they would be swimming with me and didn't really want them to see my unattractive five day old prickles. I decided to soldier on and ignore the indignity of having Becky watch me.

'Hi Clare.' she exclaimed excitedly, she came round in front of me and kissed me lightly on both cheeks. I greeted her with just as much enthusiasm and we exchanged notes on the previous week. I did not fill her in on the exact details of my sexual encounters with James and Robert but she was very excited to hear that I had been out with James, quickly establishing that I had slept with him. 

As we talked, I finished off shaving the remainder of the hair from my pussy and then ran my fingers over my pubis to make sure I had not missed any annoying remaining spiky bits. I felt a little self conscious but she undressed at the same time, and by the time I had finished shaving the last few hairs from the top of my legs, she was standing in front of me, completely nude and also perfectly shaved, nattering away as if we were by the water cooler. 

I noticed that the inner lips of her pussy were much larger than mine and extended a few millimetres beyond the surface of her outer lips. I wondered if they were always like that, but was too shy to ask. She noticed me looking at her pussy and, smiling at my attentions complemented me on the thorough job that I had done.

'You look good like that, I prefer it.' she added. 'He is a lucky guy having you make yourself look that good.' She licked her lips and I remembered back to the uncomfortable moment a few weeks back when she had made a brief pass at me late on a drunken evening. I suddenly felt somewhat uneasy about our mutual exposure and quickly pulled my robe around me, preparing to go through into the pool area.

We swam together for an hour and while I remained in my own bubble, doing lengths for the most part, it was nice to stop every ten minutes and have a brief natter before sliding back under the waves. I luxuriated in the feeling of the water sliding past my nude body as I glided through it. I was surprised by how the current flowed through the gap between my legs and created a gentle pressure lightly caressing the lips of my pussy. I slowly became slightly aroused and wondered whether the feeling was cultivated by my having shaved myself more thoroughly as I had never noticed it before.

As a result, when I finished my exercise and walked over to the loungers where the other girls were relaxing, I realized that my nipples were hard and aroused and that even the lips of my pussy were slightly engorged, I hoped that the others hadn't noticed and quickly wrapped the gown around me as I descended into the walnut chair and waved at the girl at the juice bar to bring over the drinks menu.

Becky in her inimitable way was canvassing the others for a night out on the town, but they in their usual way were claiming too many things to do at home or work. I on the other hand was relaxed and reinvigorated by swim and quite fancied going out, and it was agreed that we would all go out to a local bar for a quick one, with those interested going on afterwards for more.

We returned to the changing rooms and showered together in the communal area, it was good to feel the bond of a group of confident women, I spent too much of my time at work with overbearing men and it made a nice change.

We went to the pub and over a bottle of pleasant fruity white wine, put the world to rights, decrying the ineptitude of so many if our male colleagues and the iniquities of modern female life. After an hour or so, Sophie and Anna ducked out as expected and left Becky and I to our own company, I had had more than my fair share of the wine and was well up for a little dancing when she recommended a trendy pub near to her flat in Hoxton.

We took a cab the 15 minutes across town and when we were close, Becky suggested stopping at her place to leave our stuff. We climbed the bare concrete steps in the old Victorian warehouse conversion where she had her apartment and she quickly let us in to her rather untidy and somewhat neglected home. She was completely unconcerned as she kicked some discarded clothes from the hall and walked through into her bedroom, leaving me in the kitchen where the neat maple cupboards were largely ajar, displaying contents stuffed full of what looked like an eclectic mix of international ingredients plus easy cook foods. The smart granite worktops were scattered with discarded mugs and plates.

'Come through here a minute. ' She demanded after a little while. I followed through to the bedroom into which she had disappeared. It was in a similar state to the kitchen, nice wardrobes stuffed full of unusual garments mixed with jeans and casual tops. Becky was standing in the middle of the room in a very short, almost florescent electric blue dress made from a slightly shiny skin-tight fabric. 

I thought to myself that it was just as well that she had just come from the gym as it was intimately tight and exposed every slight bump or wrinkle on her torso, while covering practically nothing of her legs. She had also sported some tights that were not quite fishnet but were a subtle variation on the diamond net pattern with smaller diamond shapes encircling the larger ones. The neckline was not outrageous, as a collar around her neck held the top half in place. Although her shoulders were exposed, I noticed that the material cut away low under her arms, just hinting at the edges of her breasts. I could tell she was wearing no bra, not only from the very low back, but also from the slight bumps in the fabric where it pulled tight on her.

'What do you think? I got it recently in a local charity shop and have been looking for an occasion to wear it. ' She turned to look at me, the skirt spinning out sideways as she did so revealing even more or her legs.

'You look great. ' I replied honestly, although I was a little surprised she was going out dressed in such a racy look considering I was still in my work clothes. 'I quite fancy a fuck tonight.' She continued, 'it seems ages since I had a decent relationship, I just never seem to meet the right person.'

I though it was a little odd that she was rather ambiguous about whether she was looking for a girl specifically, especially since she had made a pass at me, but I had always been pretty clear that I was off limits and taken anyway.

'You need to get changed. ' She ordered definitively, and threw open the doors of her wardrobe. 'Let me see what I can find. It will have to be a bit too big for me cos you have much better boobs than me you lucky thing.' I was not exactly delighted to be included in the oversize department, but it was true that her breasts were probably a 32A whereas I had come down to a B cup since I had started eating properly again. She took out a short black dress with thin straps and relatively low neckline, it was taffeta and rather chic looking.

I took off my jacket and blouse hanging them on a spare hanger that was lying on the bed, and then considered whether I should try it with my bra on.

'You can't wear a bra with this.' Becky chimed in, reading my mind, 'The straps will look awful with these thin string straps on the dress.'

She was right but I hesitated about going out rather under dressed on my own. I guess I had always dressed that way for men rather than for myself. I put my hands behind my back, unclipped the bra and let it fall away from my breasts, Becky was waiting expectantly to see me in the dress and I found her attention a little too intense. It was odd to be trying on clothes borrowed from another woman, none of my old friends would have considered letting me wear their clothes, much less waited by me while I tried them on.

I undid my trousers and slid them to the floor before taking the dress and dropping it over my head. As you could have predicted, given that a slightly smaller girl owned it it was rather tight around the bust. A few months previously I wouldn't have fitted in it at all, whereas now I could get into it, albeit very snugly.

Becky could see my hesitation and gave it slight tug at the hem to make it slide a little further down me. This improved the comfort of the garment slightly, although the effect was largely to make the globes of my breasts emerge from the top rather more. 

'Wow you are so lucky, you have got great tits.' She exclaimed excitedly. 'I bet James loves that.' 

I was forced to admit that, along with the vast majority of the blokes in the world, he had expressed his appreciation of them although I was also thinking that in fact he was not there tonight and might be a little non-plussed to see me out dressed like this. A pair of sheer rights came flying across the room at me as Becky found a pair in her cupboard. I pulled up the dress, pleased that the skirt was very flared and allowed plenty of movement, as I was already feeling constrained by the tight top half. Fortunately I was wearing some nice sheer black lace knickers and was not too embarrassed to be seen in them as I pulled up the tights, I also reflected that with no hair underneath to see, see through knickers were in some ways less revealing as the giveaway black triangle of hair was no longer there to show that, yes you really were able to see my pussy. It was almost indistinguishable from wearing flesh tone knickers.

The tights fortunately were the same design all the way up to a tight band that I pulled up to my waist, the dress was very short and I hated it when I felt like people, guys that is, could see where the design finished and the plain black mesh started.

We descended back down the stairs and I was pleased that Becky had not been exaggerating when she said the bar was a few hundred metres from her flat, it was a warm evening and we had decided to leave our coats at her place, and so we attracted a wide variety of attention from the guys we passed on the way, some just an appreciative glance, but much of it more it a gorp.

The bar was warm and welcoming, the doorman took one look at us and ushered us straight through, much to the irritation of a group of slightly grungy looking teenagers that were trying to negotiate entry. The steady beat of the disco in the basement beckoned immediately as we walked in, although I fancied another drink and went to the bar to get us another bottle of wine. I found Becky down on the dance floor already moving sympathetically to the beat. 

We requisitioned a small corner of the dark but loud area, where there was a small table where we could keep the bottle and glasses to hand and yet return to the dancing whenever we want. It was still early in the evening and the vast majority of the dancers were women in small groups with a few boyfriends who had obviously been dragged along, but were looking rather self conscious. 

We lost ourselves in the beat for a few tracks, luxuriating in the rhythm, dancing facing one another oblivious of the others in room. When I was a little tired I went back to the table and had a quick breather. There was a brief lull in the music and I just heard the distinctive ring of my phone in my handbag, which was slung over my shoulder. I answered it quickly, surprised to get a signal in the basement.

'Hello, Clare. ' It was James. 'Bloody hell, where are you, what is that noise?'

'I am at a disco.' I admitted, unable to come up with an alternative convincing excuse for the racket.

'Listen, I am back in London just for the evening, do you want to meet up. I will be away for a couple more weeks and it would be nice to see you. ' Becky saw me on the phone at this time and slunk over towards me, mouthing a question of whom I was talking to. I mouthed back to her that it was James, running through in my mind what I could do having come out with her but still quite keen to see him.




Adventures of City Girl



There was a difficult silence from everyone before we all burst into giggles at what Becky had said.

'Ooops, well maybe I should just keep that to myself.' Becky blushed and drank some of her smoothie.

'You will have to forgive our Becky I am afraid.' said one of her friends. 'She knows no bounds of decency really, she will ask you, or tell you anything. Which can be somewhat disquieting.'

'Anyway I am Sophie, this is Anna'. She indicated to the third woman.

We did introductions and talked away for a while. They were excellent company, and I realised how little female company I had in my normal daily life. There were a few women at work I kept up with, but many had left to have kids and I had lost contact. Besides I was generally pretty tough on everyone at work, and I suspected that few wanted to be my friend after I had nailed them to a desk with a project plan.

After the juice bar they invited me along to a local restaurant they obviously frequented from time to time.

It was a fun evening, and three or four bottles of wine later we were all a little the worse for wear.

'Clare there is something I need to say.' Becky and Anna had gone to the loo and it was just Sophie and myself.

'You should understand that Becky is a terrible flirt, and has a long history of making passes at straight girls. She likes blokes, but come late at night she has a real tendency to have a shot at other girls too. You need to think it through, just in case. You mentioned past blokes, so you might want to avoid any difficult situations.'   

I was pretty drunk myself, not being a regular drinker. 'Oh don't worry about me. I think I can cope.' I replied nonchalantly, and I dismissed the warning, wondering what we could do next for more entertainment.

'Well OK, but just think it through'. Sophie smiled nicely and we talked on about trips abroad. Just then Becky and Anna returned and Becky positively exploded with excitement.

'Dancing – in honour of our new friend Clare'. She exclaimed. 'Come on everyone I know a nice bar near Smithfield's market that is open till 3 and will easily let us in.

'Oh I don't know'. Both Anna and Sophie looked doubtful, and started making excuses about domestic chores for the following morning, but I suddenly felt a wave of interest. I never went our dancing and this looked like too much of an opportunity to miss.


'Sure lets go.' I agreed with Becky and she looked up excitedly.

We shared the first cab to arrive, leaving the others to wait for the next one. As we sat on the back seat of the taxi, I reflected on what Sophie had said. How would I react. I wasn't really sure but I was desperate to remain friends with the three women, I hadn't had as much fun for years.

We arrived at the bar and the huge six-foot black guy on the door took one look at Becky in her short tight dress and waved her in. Late night bars in London are always keen to have a ready supply of attractive young women to keep the blokes coming. She quickly extracted two beers from the barman, undoubtedly jumping the queue horribly, but seemed not to care as she passed one to me.

We talked about life in London, she was a ceramicist, living and working in newly the east part of Hoxton, I presumed pretty successful, as it was no longer the cheap area it once had been. I talked a little about my work, but as always her eyes glazed over at the mention of consultancy and banking. No ones favourite subject.

'Come on let's dance.' She finished her beer in a single gulp and took me by the hand, leading me downstairs to the hot and very noisy dance floor. Most of the dancers were women, mostly in twos or threes, a few in couples. I started to dance, copying a few repetitive moves I had learned over the years from dull Christmas parties. Becky was a lot wilder with hands and arms waving all over, I smiled at her childish glee. It was nice and we spent a happy hour or so, moving in time to music.

Eventually the evening, and the tough day that preceded it, started to take a toll on me and I felt a weariness coming over me. We had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol by this time and I knew I would pay for it in the morning.

'Becky, I have to go. I am exhausted'. I appealed to her.

She looked over at me crestfallen at my lack of loyalty. 'Oh come on Clare, just another hour, its early, only just half one.'

'No, I have to go home before I fall asleep'. I maintained.

'Come over here.' She said with a big grin, and dragged me over to the side of the room. There were some leather sofas in the morning, and she shoved me firmly down into one.

'You can't leave now.' She said, sitting down next to me, and effectively blocking my exit. Then leaning over to say something quietly to me, she suddenly pressed her lips to mine, and gave me a light yet lingering kiss. I was very taken aback having forgotten Sophie's warning. On one hand I felt shock, almost disgust, on the other it was a beautiful kiss and it had been a long time since I had felt such gentle desire.

She pulled back and looked at me to sense my reaction. Presumably seeing just surprise, and sensing no rejection, she put her hand behind my head and once again pulled our lips together. This time my reaction was less negative and I luxuriated in the feeling of her soft lips pecking around my mouth. I felt her tongue lightly brush my lips and opened them slightly to encourage her. My head was spinning both with the alcohol, the sensuality of the feeling I got from her, and also from the shock at my allowing her to kiss me.

She stopped again and pulled away from me a little, sitting back to gauge the effect she was having upon me. I remained silent, a slight smile on my face, trying to understand how I felt. I started to think through the effects of this, and realised with a panic, that I would be very shocked the next day. It also hit me that this was exactly what could put my relationship with all three women at risk. I needed to think.

'Gosh Becky.' I stammered. 'That was lovely, and... unexpected. But'

'Don't say but', She shouted back at me with a huge grin on her face. 'I hate but.'

'But, you know, this is all a bit new for me. I don't want to mislead you.' I continued.

'Come home with me. You will love yourself for it.'

'No Becky.' The old me was prevailing. 'I really want to make this decision a bit more soberly; I don't want it to be a drunken thing and then ruin us. I have only just made friends with you, and it was all so lovely.'

'Boring, boring.' She had heard this before and was worried she would not get her way. She reached across, and once again kissed me on the lips, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Once again I couldn't help but enjoy the beautiful intimacy of her embrace. I felt her breasts press into mine, and I felt her hand hold the side of my chest, clinging to me to try and hold me closer.

I opened my eyes and saw two blokes at the bar, staring straight at us, obviously enjoying the show.

I gently disentangled myself from Becky and stood up to climb over her.

'I am really sorry, Becky, but I really want to make this decision in a more sensible way.'

'Oh go on then.' She finally gave in, jumping up after me and giving me a farewell hug, and a peck on the cheek.

I woke up the next day, with the worst hangover of the last ten years, I vomited in the toilet and then sat in the shower, the water cascading down over my body that felt broken and shrivelled. It wasn't until midday that I remembered the events with Becky and I suddenly felt a terrible fear that I may have damaged our friendship on the first night. I thought back to the cab journey home however, and to the gentle kiss she gave me on my lips as she got out at her flat, and I hoped that she would understand my position. I wondered why I had allowed it to happen, I didn't really feel attracted to her, and I still felt a huge desire for James. But at the same time, I didn't feel unhappy with myself either, just confusion. I had had sexual fantasies before, about sex with other women, but never really felt likely to act them out. I wondered how I could continue my friendship with Becky given what had happened that evening.

At work, things were as tough as ever. I was in charge of a project that was going off the rails as performance problems mounted in the testing environment. I had good guys working on it, but I was pretty tough on them. We all worked that Sunday, and I told them that we would be staying late at least three days that week, to run further tests in the evenings. They were all pretty resigned to it, but I still felt a real hard bitch taking their lives off them to make my project more successful. I knew that they had families but had made my reputation as a woman that got stuff done, and we all were well rewarded for our successes.

There was an announcement that James would be arriving the following week, and I realised that I would need to get everything ready for my plans for him. I was pretty happy with what I had achieved, I had longer hair, down past my shoulders for the first time in years, and it had a beautiful healthy shine to it, as I had started using the most expensive hair products. My body had never looked better and my complexion had improved with my new healthy diet.

On the Thursday night we had completed our final round of tests early and everything was looking good for a production release. I decided to go shopping, a new pleasure that I had never previously enjoyed. Shopping had always just been a case of replacing old clothes. Now however, I had a reason to dress up and a body in which I could enjoy looking good in whatever I fancied. 

I walked into the exclusive boutique on Bond Street, which was selling a variety of eveningwear and lingerie. It was relatively empty and a sales-assistant quickly latched onto me. I wasn't especially well dressed, just a standard issue black trouser suit, but I guess I had a look of intent to buy. I chose a couple of their expensive evening dresses including one that looked extremely flimsy, I was hardly able to believe that anyone could wear them in public.

'You know', the assistant began 'you are lucky to be able to wear some of these, you have a great figure.' 

'Thanks'. I responded holding one of them up to my body to try it out.

The changing room area was like a large boudoir with huge mirrors and large changing rooms with thick navy velvet curtains, my heels sank into the thick carpet as I luxuriated in my surroundings. I went into one of the changing rooms, and started trying to figure how to get into the first of the outfits.  It was a blue satin dress with a deep v shaped neckline on the front that went well below the bottom of my breasts. It had a halter neck with practically no back, except for a thin strap that came across to link with a pretty bow, which would hold it somewhat tight across the front. I slipped off my blouse and bra, stepped into the dress and pulled the halter neck over my head. It fitted really well, the thin silky material pulled tight over my breasts felt immensely sexy. I could see the slight bump of my nipples through the material. I wondered if it might be just too much. The rounded sides of my breasts were clearly visible in the cut away section on the front. It clung to my waist and hips too, tightly showing my newly toned waist to its best advantage. The back was very low, only just higher that my bum, and the top of my white knickers showed in the gap.

I walked out into the main area and admired myself in the mirror; I was very pleased with the result. The assistant came over with a 'wow' and a guy who was waiting for his partner in the corner couldn't help but stare over at me, obviously undressing me in his mind.

'Fantastic.' Said the assistant. 'Whoever you are going out with in that will not be able to believe his eyes.' I could see the guy in the corner trying out her theory and struggling.

'I think you will have to loose the knickers though. VPL does not go with the satin look. Maybe a thin string if it doesn't cut in.'

I went back into my cubicle and pulling the curtain across, leaving just a small gap, I pulled up the dress and pulled my panties off. I was watching the guy who I could just see through the gap reflected in the mirror, would he have the balls to try and see in I wondered. Sure enough he was furtively looking over through the gap to try and catch a glimpse of me changing. I dropped my panties on the floor and walked back out into the main room.

'That looks better.' Came some support from the assistant. 

I ran my hand down over my stomach and pussy; it felt incredibly sexy wearing just the thinnest satin over my nude form. It was a long time since I had had a guy look at me with such lust and I was enjoying it. I realised I was wearing less than I often wore in bed.

'Its great' I agreed with the woman. 'But I'll try on the others too.'

I went back into the changing room and once again left a small gap between the curtains as I pulled then across, just enough to leave room for a subtle glance, but not enough that it looked like I had done it on purpose. I undid the halter neck behind my neck and let the dress fall slowly to the floor, feeling the soft silky material caress my body as it fell. I was then standing nude in the cubicle and felt incredibly exposed without even the satin to hide me. As I was taking the next dress off the hanger I glanced through the gap, and once again saw his head turned to try and see me. I was sure I caught his eye momentarily scanning down over my naked pussy before he realised I could see him, and he tried to look away quickly.

I pulled the curtain closed, pretending that I had not realised how exposed I was, in reality I was becoming increasingly sexually excited studying his reaction. His partner was out there too, trying on some pretty hot dresses but he was still trying to eye me up. I was flattered and aroused to see his prying eyes.

The next dress was a completely see through white lace mesh dress with a translucent area of thick lace around the breasts and around my pussy, going down a few inches onto my legs, and covering the middle of my ass. There was just thin transparent white mesh covering all the rest of my firm figure. I slipped it on and enjoyed the way that I looked almost nude, with less of me covered than when I was wearing knickers and a bra, it was again immensely sexy and I tried to imagine what it would be like to wear it in a crowded bar or restaurant with a crowd of men enjoying my exposure.

I opened the curtain and the guy tried to look away, focusing on his wife, but he couldn't help glancing my way to check out the new outfit. I walked around a little, seeing how the solid areas moved as I walked, but it was a little too revealing for my tastes. If I turned quickly to the side, the front pieces failed to keep up, and my breasts were exposed. Also, when I sat, the short skirt left my pussy completely visible, but the sheer lace sides precluded wearing underwear. Perhaps not the one for me I decided.

I did decide to buy the first one, returned to my changing room and changed quickly back into my black suit, before walking out past my new admirer. I smiled at him as I passed him, happy to demonstrate that there were no hard feelings. I was aroused by the whole experience and had enjoyed his appreciative glances. His wife had on a pretty sexy number herself by this time, a strapless gown that pulled her breasts high to be admired, I complemented her on it as I left and she smiled generously. Perhaps she was glad to see the back of me.

I picked up a pair of laced top hold-up stockings near the tills, I had a feeling that the tops would be low enough to show in the high side slits that my new dress had, but felt that considering how much else would be on show when wearing it, that a little stocking top would be fine.

On the taxi journey home I was really aroused and thought through again the way that the guy had looked at me, the hunger and lust in his eyes as he had peered through the curtain, I was starting to enjoy the control that I felt. I pressed my fingers over my pussy and could already feel my clit tingling in anticipation. I wondered to myself why I had devoted the last ten years so solely to work; however as I walked back into my beautiful apartment I remembered that ten years had paid for a lot of London real estate. I ran a bath and collected together a few sex toys for a real session of personal sexual satisfaction. Soon, I was sure, I would have my man, but for now I had plenty of other alternatives.

Monday came and I thought to myself that James would be in that day, my plan would have a limited time to run from that moment. Firstly however there was a lot to do on my project. I was stuck in meetings from 9.30 until after midday, and finally cleared my desk around one. I was a little disappointed that there was no communication from him by email, and wonder apprehensively whether perhaps my whole plan was a pointless waste of time, and just an illusion I had conjured up in my mind.

Just as I was about to go and get a sandwich, I saw him at the end of the office chatting with a manager. I was standing at my office door and chatting with a colleague when I noticed him. He was much as I remembered him from the last conference we had met at a year or so ago. He still had think black hair, slightly tousled, glistening blue eyes. He was five-ten, maybe slightly more, and had a pretty fine figure. I knew he played tennis regularly and wouldn't have been surprised if he went to the gym as he had well-rounded shoulders and no paunch at his middle. I admired him from afar, weighing up whether I though that I had been right to invest in his hunt, deciding quickly that I was sure.

I saw him glance up in my direction and smile when he saw me, I was please he noticed me finally and went back to my desk to try and make out I was still busy, but I was relieved when a couple of minutes later he walked into my office.

'Well how's it going old timer'. He asked me. It was true that we were now among the longest serving members of the company. I turned to him with a grin.

'Hello James, good to see you again. Nice of you to come back to visit old-blighty.'

'Well Clare you know it seemed like time to stop messing about and get on with life. There is only so long you can do the whole ex-pat thing before you turn into a gin and tonic.' I smiled at him.

'Clare, have you changed?' He asked intrigued.

'Well older, wiser yes. I like to think I have changed.'

'No, I mean don't get me wrong, but all of a sudden you look different. Well like a girl.'

'I am a woman!' I hit him on the arm.

'Yes but no, but now suddenly after ten years you actually look like one.' He was looking at me oddly as if I was a mystery.

'I am offended.' I rebuffed.

'I mean, you are wearing lipstick, you never wear makeup.' There was an element of truth in this but I decided to play dumb. 'and you have long hair. Clare, have you got a man.'

I hit him again.

'You obviously have no idea how this project is working out.' I countered. 'Do you really think I have time for a man, and besides, what good is a man anyway?'

'Well there is something different with you.'

We chatted for a few minutes and then went to get some sandwiches, it was all working out rather well I thought. I managed to determine that there was nothing serious on his romantic radar either, and it was quite like old times.

'James' I continued after lunch. 'on Friday can we go out to dinner?'

'How do you mean?' He replied

'I am asking you on a date, I know it isn't protocol for the woman to ask, but I have waited ten years and its about time.' I looked him straight in the eye so he knew I was pretty serious.




Adventures of City Girl



'Well there was that dinner, all those years back.' I was amazed that he still remembered too, perhaps there was a little flame to rekindle.

'Sure, but to be honest I think that could have had a better outcome.' I kept the pressure on.

'Hmm. Dinner with another Wetherstock partner, is that against the rules.' I didn't know but felt we could probably get away with it. 'Clare, I would be delighted.'

'Right, meet me outside your apartment at 7pm sharp. Dinner jacket is required.'

With this I dismissed him from my office and got on with crafting an email demanding more hardware from our suppliers for the same money. What you don't ask for, you don't get.

The week flew by as always, our project moved closer to a conclusion, the last few details fell into place and it all looked like we were going to hit our dates despite a variety of last minute troubles. I didn't see much of James, he was out a lot and spending time with the management team the rest. I was working evenings anyway so didn't have a lot of time to think it through.

Friday lunchtime he popped by.

'Are we still on for tonight?' He asked.

'You better be there, I have booked a table out of town, it is a pretty classy joint, and if you let me down I will kill you'.  I wanted him to understand that I was serious.

'Oh yes, looking forward to it. Black tie – you are sure'.

'Oh yes, and a hand tied bow tie, no clip on jobby.' He grinned, although I suspected he probably had a number of bow ties considering how often he went out. 'See you later, I am swamped.' I concluded turning back to my keyboard.

That evening I got home early, showered and razored my legs, and my partially shaved pussy. I dried, put on perfume and then slid the hold up stockings up my legs, careful not to damage their thin sheer fabric. Then I slipped the thin blue satin over my head and adjusted the halter neck. I admired the rounded sides of my breasts that could be seen either side of the thin silky material, and the way it clung to my body. It was pretty much obvious that I could be wearing nothing underneath, even without the low cut neck line, backless cut and slits up the legs. I was right, the slits came up just high enough to give a hint of the lace stocking tops.

Finally I fixed my hair and put what was a ton of makeup for me. I had been to Harrods for a number of sessions to learn the finer points and, even if I said so, I was very pretty, by the time I was done. I put a thin silk jacket on, against the evening air and took the lift to the basement and my Porsche 911. I didn't need a car particularly, but had got sick of the constant bullshit at work when I had owned a Ford Focus. In a fit of pique one day I had passed a dealer and bought a three-year-old 911 a couple of years back. It was staggeringly impractical, but it earned me the admiration of the entire company (males only). It was also staggering good fun to drive. I gunned the engine and set out across London to James' docklands apartment, noticing the stockings significantly more visible now I was sitting down, 'hmm... sport cars.' I thought to myself.

He didn't see me coming, perhaps the car wasn't what he was expecting. I pulled up level with him waiting outside his apartment before he had twigged that it was me. I opened the door and he looked askance as if he could not believe his eyes. He climbed in hesitantly.

'Have you been taken over by aliens?' He inquired as he was pressed back into the seats by the meteoric acceleration. It was not a safe car to drive for you license, hard to keep below 100, let alone 30.

'Good evening James, don't judge me by my appearance at work. As you will discover, there is another side to me and you would do well to be a bit more open minded.'

He looked at me and I enjoyed the way his eyes lingered over my body, taking in my legs and the view of my chest afforded by the jacket.

'Clare, you look like a goddess, wow, you are beautiful. How come I never saw this side of you before?' He was practically drooling. I blushed.

'Well thank you James, you are ever the gentleman. I don't think we ever really managed to get it together. Perhaps we just needed to grow up a bit.'

We drove to the restaurant chatting aimlessly about the past, and a few shared acquaintances. He kept on looking down over my body, thinly coated in satin. More than once I saw his eyes focus in on the slit up the side of my legs that had fallen open slightly and gave him an unobstructed view of my stockings, complete with lace tops.

The restaurant was set in a large Victorian Gothic style country home, far in the rolling Kent countryside, I drove up the long gravel drive and James watched intently as we got closer. He studied the tall chimneys and fake battlements as his face lit up with recognition.

'This is the Manoir du Nord isn't it. I am sure I read about this place in a travel article recently. I am sure it said that it had three Michelin stars and that you couldn't get a reservation for months. How exactly sis you manage to pull this off?' He looked intrigued across at me.

'Oh I have friends that know the head chef' I lied casually. 'They always said if I wanted a table to call and so I called in a few favours.'

'Well this will be a night to remember, now I see why the DJ was required.' He ran his hands down his jacket to smooth it over.

I pulled up into the round courtyard in front of the main door; there were an array of very expensive cars parked around the outside. As I wondered where to park, a doorman arrived, opened the car door and gestured for me to get out. Carefully keeping my knees together as much as possible to avoid giving him an eyeful, I swivelled round and took his hand to pull myself out of the cramped sports seat. This was definitely not the car for this dress, I thought to myself. I left the engine running and we heard him drive the car off as we walked in through the arched stone front door, complete with dragons peering through the evening gloom.

I walked up to the reception desk and gave my name, the girl there called the Maitre D and he came to escort us through to the bar. We walked into the luxuriously decorated bar, complete with plush red sofas and oak panelling.

'May I take your jacked Madam' the Maitre D offered.

'Sure, thanks' I replied and slid the jacket off my shoulders revealing my shoulders, back and a fair proportion of my breasts. I was glad that the room was warm as I realised that now, all I was wearing was the thin dress and the stockings. As I did so, a couple of the men that were dotted around the sofas looked up, obviously undressing me with their eyes as they did so. Not that the dress left them with much work to do.

'You look splendid in that dress.' James announced licking his lips. His eyes followed the contours of my body from shoulders to knees. 'I can't believe that you looked this good last time we met, you must have been working out. No one gets a figure that good on a casual basis.' I smiled back at him, pleased that he was appreciating my efforts.

'A bottle of the Bollinger 97' I instructed the waiter and he scurried off to answer my request.

I sank down into a pleasantly worn old chesterfield sofa that was nicely placed in the corner so as to give us an air or privacy. James sat at the other end largely facing towards me, and was blatant in studying my thinly covered body. As I sat I had to rearrange the dress slightly just to keep the top within the bounds of decency, even though only James could see me, I wanted to keep him guessing a little longer.

'So Clare, I assume from this flagrant attempt to arouse me that there is no bloke in your life.' I was happy to confirm my singleness and we talked a little about relationships and the general impossibility of them from a work perspective. We drank the champagne quickly, and by the time we were shown through into the restaurant I could already feel the affects of the alcohol.

The meal was exquisite and we ate and drank the very finest ingredients: oysters, monkfish and finest highland steaks. We got on well, he was a funny guy and he had plenty of stories to tell of the more extreme side of his job. Bankers were not a well behaved, or politically correct bunch and he had seen their worst side.

As the evening wore on we both got a little merry, our stories more raucous, and I realised from time to time that I was making less and less of an effort to keep my errant top in place. Every now and again I looked down to see a tiny crescent of my areoles peeking out from behind the satin. James had made little effort to conceal his attentions at he beginning was purely enjoying the show now. We retired back to the bar for coffee and as I sat down the skirt of my dress fell to one side once again allowing my firm lace covered thigh to escape.

'Clare, tell me something.' James ventured. 'I was studying you as you walked from the table.'

'Yes', I replied, holding my breath.

'Are you wearing anything under that adorable gown?' He finally inquired after a short pause.

'Only what you can see.' I answered, trying to maintain a little mystery.

'So you mean you are wearing the dress and the stockings.' He pressed me.

'Hmm... maybe. Why do you like it?' I asked.

'I think you are about the most attractive woman I have ever seen.' 

'Does it turn you on to know that you are having dinner with a woman wearing just a thin satin gown.'

'Clare, I have been aroused by you since you picked me up.' I thought that I had noticed a more obvious bulge in his trousers.

'Good' I replied.

I got up and walked over to a large grand piano in the middle of the room. There were just a few couples left at the bar and I figured no one would mind. I was an accomplished player when sober, but thought I could probably managed some slow late evening jazz pieces even now.

I started playing, slowly at first, then slightly more confidently as the memories came back. James came and sat on the stool next to me and put his arm around my back. It was nice to feel his physical presence finally. I noticed that as I leant forward the front parts of my dress fell away from me slightly and revealed more of my breasts; I wondered whether from where James was sitting, to the side and slightly above me, he could see my fully exposed nipples. I was aroused by the thought that I was sitting effectively topless in a posh restaurant. I felt my pussy moisten with the thought of my exposure.

I played a couple of old numbers I had learned years back, then he played some Beethoven that he had learned as a student. He didn't make a bad job of it either and it was lovely to hear him play the start of the Moonlight sonata as I rested my head on his shoulder. We complemented one another on our playing, not bad since we had neither played for a few months.

'Well I know for sure that you having nothing under your top now.' James observed.

'Can you see everything?' I asked back.

'Well I can see your entire breast, yes. You are a surprising risk taker Clare, I never had you down as a thrill seeker. I mean you have always had a reputation for solid delivery, conservative behaviour, and hard work. Now you sit here in one of the nicest restaurants in England playing exquisite piano music in a thin dress that shows off your breasts. Beautiful breasts with, if I might add, very aroused nipples.'

I blushed but smiled back at him.

'Well I guess you are a lucky guy cos I can tell you that never before have I engaged in such outrageous behaviour.'

I leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips, my mouth very slightly open as our mouths met. My tongue just gently darted out and grazed his lips as I did. He didn't respond as I kissed him again, and I suddenly wondered whether he would pull back. A feeling of panic shot though me as I thought how I would feel if after all this he declared that he wasn't looking for a relationship with me.

Then I felt his mouth respond, his lips gently pushing round mine, his tongue responding with small movements to touch my lips. I luxuriated in the gentle intimacy of the moment, gently pulling him closer and opening my mouth slightly wider to allow my tongue wider range into his mouth. After a minute I pulled back slightly and looked up into his eyes, I could see raw desire now and I smiled to myself at the power I felt over him.

'Wait here, I will be back in a minute.' I walked out of the restaurant and over to the reception of the hotel that was upstairs.

'Can I have the key to the room in the name of Clare Homewood please?' I asked.

The guy on reception looked at me, drinking in the dress and the view that it afforded him of my breasts. I wondered whether I had readjusted it sufficiently to cover my nipples but decided that, if not, then it was a little too late to bother with my modesty now. I stood steadfast and enjoyed the attention.

He looked down at the computer screen.

'I see you have the Balmoral Suite booked, and that it is all paid for in advance. And that you have sent up your luggage in advance.'

'That's correct. I just need the key'

'Well in that case, here you go Mrs Homewood, and I hope you have a pleasant stay.' He handed over the key, just a credit card affair. I decided that he didn't need to know that it was Miss.

'Thank you very much sir.' I turned to go, watching his eyes glide down over my body as I did so.

I walked back into the restaurant; James was still at the piano playing some slow mellow jazz. I walked up behind him and pressed my breasts into his back. My hard erect nipples were very clearly visible through the silky fabric and I thought back to the guy in reception. He really didn't need to see my breasts uncovered to get a clear view of what they looked like.

'James, time to go.' I demanded in my best project manager voice.

'Clare, are you sure you are OK to drive.' He asked, suddenly concerned that I was going to drive back drunk.

'No don't worry; I have managed to get a room here. I think that is better anyway.'

'Clare, answer me a question.' He looked sideways at me with a quizzical look in his eyes.

'Anything' I replied.

'Did you plan this evening, or did it just happen?' He inquired.

'Well obviously I had to book the restaurant yes.'

'But, well I don't know, but you can just walk up to hotel reception at a very busy expensive hotel, wearing nothing but a slip and some stockings and negotiate a room at 12.30 in the morning. I mean, is that really possible.' He grinned across at me.

'I am a very persuasive woman.' I replied, grinning like a naughty schoolgirl caught with her hand in the biscuit tin. 

'Now shut up and follow me.' I demanded.

'Lead on McDuff' he replied obediently.

He rose from the piano, slid his arm around my waist, his hand resting gently onto my hip and we walked out of the restaurant and into the lobby. We took the lift up to the top floor where the suite was.

We walked into the room and it was a huge palatial affair with a massive dark oak four-poster bed in the corner, all bedecked with thin translucent white linen drapes. There was a dark wooded floor, with an oval inch thick rug, tapestries decorated some of the walls and the large gothic windows overlooked the grounds. It was a warm night and the doors onto a roof terrace were open.

'Oh I see you only managed to get the last room in the place, a poky little turret room.' James observed.

'Hmm yes it seems that way doesn't it.'

'Would you like a drink first?' I inquired.

'First?' he replied amused.

'James, just so you understand. I intend to fuck your brains out this evening, you are not sleeping on the sofa.' I walked over to him, grabbed his head and pulled it to my lips, thrust my tongue into his mouth and then playfully licked his lips.'

'Well I do like a filly that knows what she wants.' He replied when I finally let him end the kiss.

'Yes I'll have a whisky please, no ice' I walked over to the drinks, which were sitting in crystal decanters next to the large brick fireplace. I poured two large whiskies, tasting one. I guessed it was a cheaper single malt, but it burned nicely in my mouth and warmed my throat as I swallowed it.

He sat on a tall winged armchair, and took his drink.

I sank down onto the sofa opposite him, pulled my legs up to rest on the other end of the sofa and then allowed myself to slide slowly down until my head rested on the armrest. As I did so, my dress, sticking slightly to the slightly cracked leather, slid up my body, and the slits at either side of the skirt rose above the tops of my stockings and almost up to my hip. The material of the dress fell to the inside of my thigh and my leg was now almost completely uncovered, the lace tops of the stockings clear to see. I pretended not to notice, enjoying the anticipation as my desire grew.

'What are your favourite three fantasies James' I asked.

'Oh you know, ruler of the world, f1 driver, normal stuff.' He answered distractedly, studying my newly exhibited legs.

'No your sexual fantasies' I replied with a scowl.

'Hmm, not sure I'm going to tell you that before I have slept with you. I don't want to blow my chances.'

'Tell me.' I insisted, my hand fell between my legs and lightly rested on my dress, just above the lips of my vulva.

'Well if you are sure, I don't know about top three but here are a few that I have thought over on a lonely night from time to time. Sex in a public place, somewhere daring but not explicit, somewhere that you might get caught but would probably get away with. Then secondly watching two girls together, and then obviously joining in. And lastly, hmm let me think. How about a girl that would swallow.' He laughed obviously embarrassed.

'You mean swallow your cum?' I asked innocently. It was true that I had never swallowed a lover's cum and wasn't that keen on the salty musky flavour. I had made him cum into my mouth a few times but had always spat it out onto his stomach afterwards. Now I thought back to it, he had looked slightly downhearted then. 'Is that a common male fantasy? What do you like about it?' I asked. By now I was running my finger lightly up and down the slightly open lips of my pussy. I could feel the tip of my clit just rubbing against the velvety material.

'Oh come on you know it is, you must have heard the question 'will she swallow?' Oh dear Clare you really should get out more.' he replied with a big grin.

'Anyway' he continued. 'What are you favourite fantasies?'

'Well I have never tried it, but perhaps being tied up and then pleasured in a four poster bed might be up there. Then, maybe being fucked by two blokes at the same time, one in my cunt, one in my ass, I don't know if I would really like that but it I have dreamed about it. And well finally how about food fantasies, I have dreamt about having a guy eat off me, and me eating off him too, might be nice.'

I moved my hand to one side and slid it under the material of the dress so that now I could touch my clit directly rather than through the material. I watched his eyes go down to my hand as he watched me arousing myself. I decided that I may as well go the whole way and pulled the dress to one side, so he could now see my naked pussy with my finger gently rubbing on the top of my now increasingly wet lips. I could feel the slightly sticky juices coming out of my vulva, and I rubbed them between my fingers and then tasted them on the end of my tongue.

Surprisingly James didn't move, preferring to remain stationary and completely dressed, albeit with a definite erection in his trousers.

'When was the last time you came?' He asked, with his eyes remaining fixed to my hand, which was by now moving faster over my clit. As I became more aroused I liked ever more firm pressure on my clit, with faster, rougher movement. I could feel my orgasm approaching now; having James watch me touch myself aroused me much quicker than normal.