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Overnight NIP (28 October 2009)

I called Ed and told him that I have something I want to try and I need his help. He of course was very willing and so we made plans for him to come by and hear my plan. Once he arrived I made drinks and began explaining what I want to do.

I told him that I get so excited when I know that I am far away from any clothes even though it scares me to death. So I told him that I want to get farther away from my clothes than I ever have before. I also said I want to be naked for a longer amount of time.

I had already made my choice as to where we should go and for how long. I told him that I had already made reservations at a motel for Saturday night and that we should leave shortly before lunch time on Saturday.

This way we could stop at the bar/restaurant that welcomes me clothed or not. I guess he assumed that we would be going a few miles from my town to stay at the motel. I told him that we were going a little farther than that.

We had two days before we left and after Ed went home I began having second thoughts but I was also getting very excited just thinking about Saturday. It was finally Saturday and I got up, took a nice long bubble bath, trimmed myself up leaving just a small strip of hair.

I couldn't decide on what jewelry to wear so I decided to not wear any at all. I looked at my collection of footwear but didn't choose any, I wanted to be as naked as possible. I was so nervous when it was almost time for Ed to arrive.

Once he arrived I summoned up all my nerve and walked out to his car totally naked. I was glad that there were no neighbors out, I wasn't ready to deal with that just yet.

Overly Shy Wife Opens Up (26 October 2009)

Melinda and I have been married for almost 30 years. When we met, Melinda had long, flowing dark brown hair that reached down to the top of her ass. At 5'2, she was cute as a button and had a nice looking body with pert tits and slim waist. She was raised conservatively, so she was so shy about showing off her assets that it took quite awhile for me to get to first base. Melinda liked to have a cocktail or 2, even in those days, and the alcohol would lower her inhibitions to some extent.

We lived in Ft Lauderdale at the time and we were living there when Spring Break meant our town was 'THE' place to be for anyone of college age. It wasn't a long drive from our home to the beach and we would spend many an evening cruising the strip. In our younger days, it was fairly easy for me to talk Melinda into taking off her top and flashing her firm size 34 A tits as we were driving along, but I usually had to wait for the alcohol to take effect before she would do so. The guys would hoot and holler when they saw her and she would be smiling and sometimes wave back. After cruising for awhile, I could tell she was really beginning to enjoy the attention and when we got home, the sex would be great. Over the years as our kids got older, and Spring Break was toned down and turned into a family thing, we got away from our rides.

However, about this same time frame, I talked Melinda into going 'Commando'. Little did I realize that she would really enjoy it. Melinda has always shaved her pussy hair and I have to say, I really like it that way. She wore a lot of skirts and baby doll dresses in those days and she got 'into' going bare butt and she enjoyed the occasional cool breeze that would blow up under. She still wasn't much for showing off and it was almost impossible to get her to spread her legs a little if we were sitting in a bar or restaurant unless, of course, she had a few cocktails. Then she didn't seem to mind so much and sometimes she would look up to see who might have gotten a glimpse. Getting in our vehicle afterwards was exciting and I often talked her into not sitting on her dress. This meant that her bare ass was on the seat and a lot of leg was showing. Sometimes she couldn't wait to get home, so our foreplay would begin on the way.

Overheated (31 May 2009)

At forty one years young my curves along with dark hair and green eyes still manage to draw attention. Almost three years ago my husband's fondness for other women awarded me with a divorce and a home on five acres in the country. I hear cars driving past often but few travel down my road. The privacy allows for sunning or swimming naked and I enjoy that.

Yesterday, I was caught in an odd situation. I was mowing in my customary bikini and heard a thumping noise over the mower. I looked up and noticed a helicopter flying just above the trees. I didn't think anything of it until I noticed he circled around again and came in lower. Curiosity took hold of me and I turned off the mower to watch. Covering my ears and turning my head as he prepared to land.

When it quieted some I turned to look, the helicopter now sat in my back yard and the pilot was stepping out. He waved at me and yelled "Hope you don't mind me landing here but every other place has too many trees."

I got off the mower and questioned, "Need me to call for help?" as I began walking toward him.

"No thanks, I called in from the air. It's overheating for some reason. I needed a place to let it cool down a bit and then it should be fine to get me back."

"Well feel free to stay here as long as you need." I said. I closed the distance between us and noted that he was handsome. He was tall, muscular, dark eyes with salt and pepper hair. "How long will you be down?" I asked, wondering how long he would be available for me to look at.

"An hour or so. The temperature climbed slowly and isn't that hot, I just wanted to land and let it cool. Then I'll go to the nearest airport with a mechanic."

"Okay. Care for a drink?" I asked.

Overheard in a Restaurant (29 May 2009)

Nancy walked into the local diner for coffee and dessert, waved to the waitress as she headed toward the back booth and passed several empty ones. It looked like she might be in luck. She just might have the back booths to herself. A girl's tinkling laughter sounded in front of her before Nancy got there though so she slipped into the next to last booth. Oh well.

She took out her sudoku puzzle book and picked one to work on. She loved the diner because even when it was filled with people, the high booth backs provided a great deal of privacy; but the couple behind her apparently thought they were more secluded than they were.

Nancy heard the young woman give a little choking cough.

"Are you okay?" a young man asked in a sweet, concerned voice.

"I'm fine," she replied. Nancy heard ice clink in a glass as if the woman had picked it up to drink. "My throat's just a little sensitive today."

"Because of what we did last night?"

"No, I didn't deep-throat you. I just took you in as far as I comfortably could. This is just normal because of my allergies."

"I do love it when you deep throat me though. I love everything you do to me."

Nancy colored. How disgusting! The things people talked about in public these days. She should complain, or at least clear her throat so the couple knew they were being overheard, but something made her hesitate.

Over Your Shoulder (27 May 2009)

Sitting in a second chair, I roll up behind you, out of your sight unless you turn your head completely. "So, my love, you said things are awkward when someone looks over your shoulder." You start to turn to look, but I rest a hand on your shoulder, lifting your hair with the other, kissing the back of your neck, and as always you are quickly distracted. "What if it's me that wants to watch over your shoulder?"

You groan as I flick my tongue against your neck, putty in my hands. I coax you to standing, removing your usual chair and replacing it with a padded stool, no back to separate us. For now I leave your boxers in place, though already they do little to hide your anticipation, letting you sit back down as I slide closer. My nipples brush your back and you gasp as you realize you likely wear more than I do right now.

I lean a chin forward as my arms circle you, palms flattening on your skin, heat increasing between already. "Well, sweet man, what are you working on so industriously?" Your hands, sliding away from the keyboard, spring back, one pointing to the IM window as you breathlessly start to read and explain the conversation you're in, words collapsing in a rush as my hands move lower to your lap.

"... and that other window, the minimized browser there ... why don't you show me what you were looking at on the internet?" My cheek resting against yours can feel the sudden rush of heated blood, the blush coloring your skin brightly. "Would that be too awkward to share with me?" I can feel the tiny twitches of your skin, your head trying to both negate and confirm, as I wait, knowing you won't be able to deny me for long. Sure enough, the mouse is moving and there it is, one of the pictures you really love.

Over The Road (25 May 2009)

I could tell you some stories from the road...

I am a lady truck driver, an over the road driver. Sometimes I am away from home for weeks at a time. I enjoy the attention I recieve from male truckers out on the road. There are times when the playful, flirtatious banter excites me so much that I find myself pulling into truck stops, to take matters into my own hands!

I like to make sure all the drivers notice me, as I drive through slowly. I find a spot with many drivers around, sitting in their trucks, especially parked in front of my truck. I begin to move about the cab of my truck drawing attention to myself. I always make sure to let them see me start to remove my clothing. I make sure the lights are on as I move to the bunk in back, taking off my boots and socks by raising my legs up on the backs of the seats. I start to close the curtain but keep it open a bit while I climb into the bunk and begin to remove all my clothes slowly...giving anyone whom might take an interest, a nice little strip show, hoping someone might get a peek. I accidentally push open the curtains a bit with my ass as I slide my thong off, raising my ass high in the air while I climb into the bunk. I like to make sure the opening in my curtain is just so, so that anyone looking can see my pussy while I rub it...mmmm...just the thought of fingering myself while someone watches...makes me wet just thinking about it...

As I start to play with my pussy, I notice a large, burly trucker approach my truck, I pretend not to notice as he sneaks into the cab of my truck. He forces me down into the bunk his large rough hands all over my body. He ties my hands above my head with a bandana from his pocket, he puts his large finger to his lips and says…"shhhhhhh". I act as though I am trying to struggle but he grabs my face and shakes his head and waves his finger in my face. Then he begins to look at me, looking at my body. I feel my face begin to feel flushed with embarrassment. He starts to rub my tits hard, squeezing my nipples, massaging both of them with his calloused hands. He then runs his fingers down my sides causing me to squirm, making his way down to my hips.

He slides his hands between my legs and spreads them apart, wide. My pussy begins to get wet at the thought of being so exposed. He starts to run his fingers down the insides of my thighs causing me to be covered in goose bumps and shiver. He then flips me over quickly, causing the bandana around my wrists to tighten a bit. Pushing my head down he raises my hips so that I am on my knees and my ass is high in the air. I can feel his hot breath on me as he begins to examine my shaved, smooth cunt. He begins to squeeze my ass cheeks spreading them far apart as his tongue starts to explore my pussy. His tongue is so long and hot. He licks it and sucks it, I feel him start to lick me from font to back, circling my asshole with his tongue, I am squirming and arching…

Over the Intercom (23 May 2009)

Jack was sitting behind his desk, checking the security camera feed. After a few clicks of his mouse, he maximized an image on his computer monitor giving him a perfect view of his small insurance agency's lobby. He checked his watch. The prospective receptionist would be there in about five minutes.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "She will be her any minute." His wife, Sarah, was lounging back on Jack's leather couch. Her sexy, black skirt was pulled up around her slim hips and her fingers were slipping through the wet folds of her shaved pussy. After 9 years of marriage, he still found Sarah mesmerizing; especially when she was wearing his favorite black, thigh-high stockings, garter belt and heels. What was it about a stocking/garter belt combination? There was nothing he enjoyed more than making love to his wife while she wore only stockings and a garter belt. And heels. Don't forget the heels.

"I know," she moaned. "That's why I'm warming up. Plus, I'm so fucking excited about this, I'm practically dripping down my leg."

"Holy shit." Jack said, leaning closer to the monitor. The door chime sounded as a gorgeous, young woman entered through the front door. She was wearing a tight white blouse and a short, brown leather skirt. Her long, blonde hair fell in loose curls halfway down her back.

"She here?" Sarah asked.

"And she's amazing. Go get her."

"Patience." Sarah was already standing with her skirt back in place. Jack looked up in time to see Sarah slowly pulling her finger out of her mouth, licking it clean of her juices.

Over Exposure! (21 May 2009)

Jack was doing a photography module as part of his course. He had asked Kim to model for his project so they were taking the train to London; they were to be outdoor pictures of Kim at various tourist attractions. When had had asked Kim, she had immediately agreed, she owed him a favour, not to mention that she really fancied him! He had big chocolate brown eyes that made your stomach flutter with every blink of his really long eye lashes, that man was impossible to say no to!

It was really early in the morning; Kim yawned. ‘Jack, tell me again, what is the general theme for these pictures?’

‘I said already, the idea is to take typical tourist snaps, but with an edge.’

‘An edge?’

‘Yeah, like concentrate on something in the photo you wouldn’t normally, use unusual compositions, different lenses. Look at snap shots from a new... angle.’ He pointedly shook his paper to tell her he didn’t want to talk anymore.

‘So why do you need me?’ She was persistent.

‘I need someone to pose. Make them look like holiday snaps.’

‘I see, and what’s in the bag?’ She pointed to the big bag on the seat next to him.

‘Equipment and props.’ With that he disappeared behind his paper and Kim was left to read her book.

Half an hour later they stepped off the train in London.

‘Let’s go get some breakfast, and you can get changed,’ Jack pointed to the bag he was holding, gesturing her clothes were in there.

Outdoor Love and Lust (19 May 2009)

I just couldn't wait to see you. It was such a long time seven days. I love gazing into your eyes. The feel of your lips on mine, so soft.

Finally! There you were in front of me, a vision of beauty on the corner of the street.

I pulled up and you climbed into my van, reached over and gave me a soft, quick kiss. I always felt disappointed by that first kiss. I wanted to devour you at the first sight of you. I didn't blame you. The place was busy with traffic and people could see. So I smiled and started to drive. Besides I knew that later in the day you would make it up to me with those delicious and soft lips.

We drove for some time thinking of a place to stop and have the picnic you had brought with you. It was a warm and sunny early summer's day. The fields and trees were lush green and it was lovely to walk hand in hand down the county lane. We had parked the van up close to a canal side pub so that we could finish the day with a cool drink.

At last we found a suitable looking field far enough from the lane and farm houses. The wheat was tall enough to hide the far side at ground level so we clambered over the gate and made our way to a suitably distant area. The field was flanked by a small stand of trees with a stream gurgling though them. Perfect. I placed the picnic blanket on the ground and we fell down and into each others arms.

Oh it was so good to hold you again. Pressing your body close against me and feeling your warmth. Your lips felt so soft and succulent. Electricity coursed through me as I felt your tongue trace around my mouth and probe deeper. I had been walking around with a stirring in my pants but right now I was completely erect. My cock strained at my pants eager to be enfolded in your hand.

After a few minutes of this intense interaction we broke off and tried to catch our breath. We opened the bottle of white wine and drunk deeply from the two glasses you had brought. Then we attacked the sandwiches and cake. It seemed like we were rushing to move onto other things but after a while we slowed and took in the lovely summers day. You lie back against my chest and snuggle into me as we talk for ages about what had happened over the past week. I stroke you softly and I feel blessed. It's a wonderful feeling. Something I never thought Id feel again in my sad, slow, boring life. To wake up every morning with you in my head gave me meaning to live. To have you lying against me was bliss.

Outdoor Adventure (30 April 2009)

First let me say that I have been a house nudist for many years. Over the last few years I have been experimenting with outside exhibitionism. During the late spring through early fall, I take advantage of the increased foliage provided by my surroundings. I sometimes go outside to the mailbox to get the mail, or sit on the chairs on the front porch. Most of the time I go on the back deck where I can stretch out and relax.

My only concern about being caught comes from my immediate neighbor's daughter. She works strange hours and sometimes comes home at different times, sometimes catching me in an awkward position. Nude sunbathing often leaves little to the imagination.

She is about 20-ish and has a little meat on her bones, but is cute as hell. I have often jerked off thinking of her coming over after catching me outside. She would walk over to our deck and clear her throat looking at my naked prone body. Waking up and attempting to cover myself, she would tell me, "No need to cover up now, I've seen everything."

Looking up at her blushing, I tell her, "Well, now that you have seen me, what about you? Can I see what you have?"

Looking down at me she opens the gate closing it behind her. She looks around and reaches for the hem of her shirt. I notice two large buttons that appear to be her nipples starting to grow under her shirt. In one swoop she lifts her shirt over her head baring two braless melons that are exactly what I imagined she would have. They look to be in the D scale, maybe a 38 or a 40.

Seeing the size of her nipples, which are larger than pencil erasers, my mouth begins to water. She leans over me hanging he breasts just out of reach of my mouth. I stick my tongue out barely grazing each of the large buds lightly. They seem to be growing even larger every time my tongue brushes against them.

Lifting my head, I clamp down on one of them and she gasps loudly. She lowers her body so that my head is back on the deck. She begins feeding her breast to me as if I am a small child feeding from her large breast. I suck on one and then the other as she begins moaning softly. I grab her head and pull it to my stomach where she begins kissing and licking the sweat from it.

I reach up and begin rubbing her sides and back pulling her to me. Running my hands over her body, I begin fumbling with her shorts trying to remove them. She catches on to what I am doing and lifts up taking off her shorts. I turn over and kiss her deeply on the lips as she runs her hands over my chest down to my enlarged cock. The warmth of her hand gets me even harder than before.

Outback (28 April 2009)

We kick the kids out the door to school. Yee Ha! We have time to play. We load some snacks and drinks into the truck and head out to the desert for some fun in the sun. You are wearing the great pair of grey shorts that are very loose and allow me a flash of red trimmed bush when your legs are parted just right. The day is warm already and you suck down a beer quickly. The vibrations of the wheels on the road have your engine revving already.

Your hand slides up and down my leg. I am getting hard, wanting your hand to slide up and under my shorts. I slide my hand down your shorts and discover your pussy is wet already. I insert my finger inside you then bring it to my lips, enjoying your flavor. You tell me how much you love the bench seat, as it allows you too sit next to me and tease me. You say you have a surprise for me and slide your shorts off and pull your shirt off exposing your hard nipples. This really turns me on as we are just pulling on the freeway and there are other vehicles around. I guess that since the truck sits up high you feel safe or maybe it is just you are so fucking horny.

Either way I love the show you start putting on for me. You put your legs up on the dash and starting playing with your cunt. You spread your lips and run a finger around and around until finally you slide a finger then two inside you. When you pull them out they are glistening with you juices. You run you wet fingers up my arm and across my lips. I breathe in deeply enjoying your smell. I suck your fingers into my mouth licking them clean. My shorts soon join yours somewhere on the floorboard.

Your next surprise for me is revealed when you pull your vibrator out and start working on your pussy. You run it around your pussy then upwards to your nipples spreading your wetness on them. They some how seem to stand up even more. The vibrator makes a trip back down to the Y. You stop and hold it on your clit. Your moans fill the cab as well as the smell of female sex. You then slide the vibrator down and into your wet pussy. You slide it in and out as your free hand plays with your erect clit. More and more of it disappear, as your moans get louder. Almost all of it is inside you as you scream your cumming. I have never seen you fuck yourself so fast before. It is so exciting to see, hear and smell. Your body finally stops bucking and you open your eyes breathing deeply saying #1. How long before #2 will arrive, you wonder...

Looking over you see some pre-cum has oozed from the tip of my throbbing cock. You run your finger tip over my purple head and spread the wetness around. You reach down and squeeze my cock wanting more to be released. You are rewarded with another droplet. This one you bring to your lips. You let out a hungry sexual sound as the taste drives you wild.

Out on the Balcony (26 April 2009)

It had been several weeks since my last date with Marc, so his e-mail inviting me over to his place for drinks came something out of the blue. He must have realized that, since he briefly apologized for the radio silence, and asked me for a quick reply with my phone number so he could talk to me. Being a good girl, I didn't reply right away of course. Being a little bit of a not-so-good girl, I agreed to come over. I didn't give him my phone number, I always feel awkward on the phone. It makes me feel all schoolgirlish, talking to someone I can't see. I guess it has something to do with having trouble guessing a person's mood or intent without the visual interaction.

Not that it would be hard to guess Marc's intent. Our previous and only date had been mostly sexual. I'm not *that* kind of girl, usually. I've only been with three guys in my life, and the other two were back in college. That date with Marc was actually more an accidental meeting in the gym, and the conversation had turned to people's sexual patterns. Marc had managed to get me to admit that one of the main reasons girls like me don't give in to their desires, is because they fear being looked on as cheap. The night had turned out to be very intense and memorable, and Marc had admitted to me he was as surprised about the outcome as I was. Still, it was clear this wasn't leading to a relationship. The weeks of silence between us made that clear. I was very curious what he was up to, and I for my part I wasn't willing to go along with just anything.

Saturday morning I got another e-mail from Marc, with instructions on how to get to his apartment, and the suggestion to bring a bikini or swimsuit, since his balcony faced south and would be very sunny. As for the directions, I can use google maps of course. But as for the bikini suggestion, I was a bit annoyed at his obvious ploy to get me to flash my assets. Sure, it was hot outside, but I wasn't planning on being easy today. I decided to go with a black tank top and shorts, Lara Croft style. He would have to settle for bare shoulders and just half an inch of cleavage. But when I stepped out of my air-conditioned car and walked over to his building, and felt the sun scorching down on me, I felt a slight regret. This wasn't just an ordinary sunny day, it felt like the first day of a genuine heat wave. Black had been a bad choice, and I felt myself getting sweaty already. But I decided that Marc at the very least had to be shirtless, and he was pleasant to look at of course. This might become a nice day after all.

Marc was very friendly, and he had prepared ice cold drinks. As I expected, he was shirtless and I had to try not to stare. He had been in on his balcony for some time apparently, since apart from being nicely bronzed some sweat glistened on him here and there. He was quite a sight to behold, and I almost felt sorry for not bringing my bikini so I could return the favor. We chatted a little about what we both had been doing the last few weeks, but the conversation remained very casual. There were numerous awkward silences, as if we both were looking for something to say, or didn't want to talk about what *was* on our minds. My guess was that's what happens to people who've had sex. During another awkward silence, Marc picked up the glasses and refreshed our drinks. While he was back inside, I peeked at myself and saw beads of sweat trickling in my cleavage. Somehow I managed to make even this thing look sexy.

Out of the Closet (24 April 2009)

Peering through the slatted closet door, he scarcely breathed, as he watched the woman pull her blouse over her head, exposing medium sized tits with soft pink nipples, which she idly teased for a moment before reaching for the zipper on the side of her slacks.

He felt himself thicken and swell just a bit, the sight of this woman unknowingly disrobing in front of him. His breath thickened as his cock did, and he pulled a bit further back among her clothes, afraid she might sense him.

He had sneaked into the house an hour earlier, after finding the sliding glass door on the back deck unlocked. He went straight down the hallway, looking for her bedroom. He hadn't come to steal. The only drawers he opened were those in her dresser and her nightstand.

In the dresser he found panties, sexy panties which he imagined hugging her hips and pressing against her mound under her slacks. He imagined them cupping her ass, and easing up between her thighs, as he longed to do. He pressed them against his face, breathing deeply, feeling their softness and smelling her scent on them.

He had watched her for months, as she cut her grass or he cut his. She often worked in the garden and he had gotten close enough to see her breasts when she leaned over in her loose fitting blouses. He had watched her shorts stretch across her hips and strong ass and had wondered what it would feel like to fill his hands with her ass as he fucked her, pushing his cock up into her belly, feeling her thighs around him.

He was pretty sure she had caught him watching her body as she moved easily about the garden. She didn't seem to mind, and he sure didn't. She had only lived in the neighborhood for a few months, and he had only introduced himself well enough to chat over the fence or speak at the mailbox. Still, he often thought of her, and frequently jacked off to thoughts of being deep in her pussy or her ass.

He looked in her night stand drawer and found a vibrator and a tube of lubricant. He was excited and confused. Was she fucking someone, or was the vibrator the only lover she knew? He had searched her bedroom for other evidence and found several strands of heavy cord in her closet floor, where he now stood, gazing at her bare tits and her pussy, with the swollen mound stretching the front of her panties, and showing the hair beneath.

Out for Dinner (22 April 2009)

From the very first time I saw Sam dressed in her new nightie I knew that some how, some way, I had to get her out in public to show her off while she was wearing it.

What really surprised me was that this was actually a nightgown that she had purchased, not something that I had bought with the intention of using it to show her off. Usually when she buys sleep wear it's some type of flannel, or cotton, that's plain and simple. But this nightgown was a deep purple with flowers and some gold stitching throughout. It also had a little bikini g-string panty that matched. When she walked into the room the first time I thought that she was modeling a new dress, but as she came closer and walked into the light I could see through the material and see her nipples behind the sheer material.

Since the nightie was mid-thigh length it was something that could easily pass for a sun dress. It would only be in someone came in very close contact with her that they would see that it was too sheer for a dress, and that she would have very little underneath it.

After weeks of constant begging and pleading she finally agreed that she would wear it out for dinner. But, only to a certain restaurant that was always quite dark, and only if she could wear a coat over it as she went in and out of the building. Since it was fall it wouldn't seem out of place for her to wear a coat so I agreed.

When the evening finally arrived I could hardly contain myself. I had made reservations for 8 pm and it seemed to take forever until it was time to leave. Sam came down the stairs dress in her "new purple dress" and walked to the front closet for her coat. As I followed her into the hallway I realized that although the material seemed to cover her quite well in the front the whiteness of her bare ass showed through the material. Anyone that was behind her would be able to see the single dark line of the g-string that divided thcheeks of her white ass.

I guess that neither Sam nor I had ever looked at her outfit from the backside so I presumed that she had no idea how clearly visible her ass was in the light, and I sure wasn't going to tell her either! I helped her on with her coat and at my request she left it unbuttoned. We had an uneventful ride to the restaurant and when we arrived our table was waiting. When we walked in the door Sam's coat was a bit open at the top and it was evident that she was wearing quite a skimpy dress. Although they offered to check her coat she told them it was a little chilly and that she would bring it to the table with her.

Taking Some Pictures (20 April 2009)

This all started when I decided to tease my husband Ted a little on an outing to a local park.

He always liked me to dress to please, this meant thin tops and tight shorts, bare legs.

Being taller than most women, and thin, I usually wear pullover tops. There is no reason at all for me to wear a bra, except for the fact that if I do get turned on, my nipples create very large and obvious bumps in the top.

But this day was hot, I selected a more breezy button up top, loose in the armpits. I grabbed a pair of cutoff jeans, they are also a bit loose on my thin fanny. I had the legs cut high, and the crotch was very narrow, only the seam left.

I could wear the outfit in public if I kept my legs together. If I got just a little careless half of me would pop right out of one side or the other. I don't own panties, and I was looking forwards to Ted reaching up and tickling me all day long like he usually does.

We both delight in being naughty in public.

We went to the park, hand in hand we followed the asphalt path out to a point that looks out over the Columbia River. It was beautiful, 80°, little wind, one of those days when it is great to be outside and alive.

Ted slipped his arm over my shoulder, fingertips brushing my nipple though my blouse as we watched the boats far below cruise back and forth. Not a soul around, birds chirping, chipmunks running around trying to beg from us.

Wonderful, and my man holding me close topped it all. I shuddered as his fingers knowingly brushed my nipples again. Ted has the ability to get me upright and ready to go at a moment's notice. I leaned into him, basking in the feelings.

"Want to take some pictures?" he asked, knowing my answer.

I went and sat on the rock wall, striking my best profile, head back, hair hanging back, chin uptilted. He snapped a couple of shots, then had me move over to the grass and lie down.

It was so warm, I was getting into it. Stretching out on the soft grass was making me feel all fuzzy, I knew my long muscular legs looked good.

"Open up a little, Hon." he said.

Seven Minutes (18 April 2009)

She and I had not expected to see John at the club that night, but we were glad to see him. As the evening progressed, the Red Bull and vodkas took an increasing toll on my sobriety (and my memory), though I am sure that she left my side only once, for about seven minutes when she ran to the bathroom. John had gone to get us one more round, so for that brief period I was alone. I can't remember exactly what I was thinking about then, but it wasn't that important.

[The cctv tape is black and white. No sound, but a small time and date code in the lower right hand corner.]

It's not a stormy night, but it is dark. The wall behind the club is light brick. The pavement is wet. The two of them emerge from the darkness. His back is to the wall and she's facing him.

She's kissing him. Right hand, around his head, pulling him into her. Her kisses are urgent, she's jamming her mouth into his, cradling his head and reaching, stretching herself to reach him. His hands slip underneath her shirt, lifting it, showing just a flash of her bra. Her kisses are deeper and more urgent, her short blond hair swirling as she crosses her hands behind his head.

He's much busier. His hands slip onto the small of her back and then plunge into her pants, and he feels her ass. He's not there for long, and his hands, swiftly move back to her front, down, across her stomach and back into her pants, disappearing into the front, seeking to touch her.

The precise moment of his discovery is ascertainable as she throws back her head, draws in a breath, and melts back into him.

[We're only two minutes into the tape. I don't know how much I can take.]

He slowly turns to his left, hands reaching forward to cup her breasts, then snaking under her shirt and bra. She pivots, her back against the wall, as he undoes his belt. Then she's reaching under his shirt, into his pants and she pulls out his cock, stroking it softly. She then pulls him toward her, kissing him furiously, pulling up her shirt so that her belly is exposed and she's rubbing her self up and down on him, then she's kissing him again. The camera zooms out.

[Three minutes. Her motor's running and he's got the only key she needs (or wants).]

Off the Strip (16 April 2009)

This one time, I was sitting on a side street just off the strip. It was two a.m. and I was drinking coffee. The action was slow, so I thought I'd start cruising. I was about to pull away, when I saw these two girls, both of them twenty, maybe twenty-one. Tourists. Blonde and brunette. They were walking like they were lost when they spotted me and headed in my direction.

Right off I could tell they were drunk. The blonde had her arm around the other one's shoulder, staggering slightly on her black three-inch heels. She was wearing white stockings that went up to just above her knees, a tiny little pleated skirt, and a tight top that showed off her midriff real nice. The brunette had on a pair of extra tight pants and a low-cut blouse. Her cleavage was busting to get out. They were both laughing hysterically.

They stopped by my window. 'You on?' said the blonde.

I smiled. 'I'm always on, ladies.'

That cracked them up. Drunks are so easy to entertain.

'Will you give us a ride?' asked the brunette. The blonde nudged her and snickered uncontrollably.

'Sure. Hop in.'

When they were in the back, I adjusted the mirror so I could see them both. 'Where to?'

'Take us where there's some fun,' the blonde whined. 'Everything's boring around here.'

'Tuesday night,' I explained. 'Not much going on, unless you know where to look.'

I figured I'd take them across town the long way; they wouldn't notice. While I was driving I kept glancing at them sitting close together in the back seat. The brunette was whispering something to the blonde, but the blonde kept saying no.

'Don't you think she should show me?' the brunette asked me.

'Terri! Shut up!' the blonde laughed, slapping her playfully on the leg.

'Show you what?' I asked.

'Lisa got a Brazilian done today,' Terri smiled. 'She won't show it to me.'

I sat up a little straighter. I've seen some pretty hot shit in the back of my cab, but it had been a while since I had a real live one. 'Well,' I said, smiling to myself, 'I think it's only fair that you should see it. I mean, you might be thinking of getting it done yourself, right?'

Just Married! (14 April 2009)

The summer night breeze feels warm as we exit the church and climb into the back of our limousine. The driver closes the door and we begin the long drive from the church to our wedding reception at the downtown Hilton. Cindy tells me the wedding was beautiful and then whispers to me, "I will be the best wife a man could ever wish for" as we embrace in the back seat.

We are both just nineteen years old. Cindy is a vision of innocence but I know that inside her is a bad girl trying to get out. She stands 5'5" tall with long thin strawberry blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and flawless fair skin. Her angelic smile makes her appear much too young to be a bride.

I think about the driver watching us as I reach behind her back to unzip her dress. Cindy melts in my arms as the driver looks at the road ahead, catching a few quick peeks into his rear view mirror, as the top of her dress falls down her arms revealing a pure white satin camisole.

Cindy rarely wears a bra and her camisole was the only thing between me and her beautiful young breasts. I whisper into her ear asking if I should raise the privacy window but she responds softly, "Don't stop now."

The driver enjoys a great view my bride's tight tummy and topless 34B firm chest, but only for a brief moment before she turns and climbs onto my lap and begins to open my pants. As she reaches for my cock I can see the driver adjusting his mirror for a better view. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, a black man in good shape and wearing a wedding ring. As I feel her lips wrap around my cock I realize one of the perks of his job is having a front row seat to the show. As he patiently watches her giving me head, then slowly removing her panties she positions herself over my erect cock.

As Cindy rocks my world guiding my cock further inside her moist pussy I reach behind her and slowly lift up her dress and take it off. My motivation is to reveal her little white ass to our watchful driver so that he can truly appreciate her sweet little body. As she lends forward kissing me and filling my mouth with her tongue I spread her ass cheeks apart providing him with a view of my cock sliding up inside her juicy lips.

Just Friends - Right? (12 April 2009)

Desire... a word so ingrained in his head since the first time that he saw her when she walked into the cafe with long, teased, brown hair. Her quiet, cold, calmness shouted to all that no one could break through the surface of her ocean. Ice was all that she was. She had a masterful way of making everyone in the room look her way, some tried to sneak peeks, others; men and women, openly stared as if she was the only woman in the world. He couldn't believe that she chose to sit at his table.

"Is anyone sitting here?" she whimpered (or he imagined it), a voice much softer than her persona, pushing the hair out of her eye. He didn't answer, didn't need to. She was already sliding her tight, jeaned ass into the seat next to him. As she grabbed his Coke and sucked on the straw pulling the fluid from its container he wondered what this was all about. He sat up straighter, pushed out his chest trying to impress but she could see right through him...knowing.

When they dated he found himself getting closer to her, hugging her good night and then quickly stepping away before she felt his hard-on. She would peck him on the lips and say "Just friends...right?" with a sly smile widening on her face.

He could feel himself blush as her eyes drove him crazy, the brown orbs that encompassed him. There was a way that she would squint when she was reading a menu or thinking really hard, with that hair over her eye. She would catch him staring at her and would interrupt him with an uneasy joke or an offhand comment. She must have known what he was thinking. There was no hiding the desire in his eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow ok? Let's go for a drink." She offered... knowing.

'Wasn't it supposed to be just friends?' he thought as she reached under the table and put her hand on his thigh. He knew that this was going to be awkward. There's no denying that he was hard, rock hard as she slowly slid her hand up until it reached his stone like crotch.

She looked away with a smirk on her pretty face, pretending to watch the crowd. Her hand movements were almost imperceptible above the table just twitches of her forearm. Underneath the table, though she was fumbling for the tab on his zipper, sending jolts of fire up to his brain.

Just For Me! (10 April 2009)

I prepare for it as carefully as a doctor would prepare for surgery. Each aspect has been carefully developed through trial and error and quite a bit of experimentation. I think I now have it down to a science.

The anticipation of what is to come causes me to tingle all over.

First in the sequence of events is a luxurious bubble bath, then a shave. Every single hair from the shoulders down is whisked away. Armpits, pussy and legs become as smooth as glass. A few dabs of my favorite perfume complete the toilet. Next, I dress with the same care and attention that I give the other steps in the exercise. The item I use most often is an extra long "T" shirt, no bra, panties or any other article of clothing. The next prop in the sequence is a big "Scarlet O'Hara" (Southern Comfort and cranberry juice). The next to last, but a very important item needed for this session is my battery-powered vibrator. Now for the most erotic item in my seduction, my computer!

I spread a double or triple thickness of a large bath towel on my chair, sit down and sign on.

I look for one of my favorite chat rooms on AOL, "playing with it now" or "F wants to see it." I have written myself a profile so full of sexual connotations the it doesn't take long for me to pick out my potential seducer from the list of those who IM me.

Once contact is made I turn the IM's off and invite him to a private room "hot -- hot" that I have established just for this purpose.

Usually, we get right down to it. He will ask how I am dressed, how big my breasts are, am I wearing a bra and panties, is my pussy shaved and do I like to suck cock. I counter, asking him how big his dick is, does he have it out, is he playing with it and most important, does he eat pussy.

For Her (31 March 2009)

It seemed awfully naughty to her, but why not? She deserved a little something just for her...

It was a runaround day, stops all over downtown, lots of bases to touch. Finally, midafternoon, she'd finished her schedule, and decided there was no way she was going back to the world just yet. She'd check in, no more, but that was going to be it for a while.

She smiled as she settled into her spot, started up the laptop, and saw she had a wireless connection. Some time back, she'd found a secluded corner of a conference hotel right downtown - she gravitated back there when she had the chance. It was intended for quiet conversation, an echo of when power was brokered in the ornate corridors of the grand old place. A couple of overstuffed leather armchairs and a functional glass coffee table were placed at the end of a hall, around a bend that led nowhere but to stairs no one used. High windows let in the light, and thick carpet muffled the sound of the mandatory muzak from the lobby two floors below.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation as she checked her email - six messages, six details to handle. She dutifully worked her way through them, feeling more like playing hooky and blowing it all off with each one. Finally, she could call herself finished for a while, and she slumped back in the chair. Alone at last.

Her mind drifted for some time, sorting itself out, adjusting to taking a break. Hearing the murmurs of the city going on around her, but sitting alone in a place that had been unchanged since she first found it, years ago. So good to have time just for her... but it would be so nice to have just a little more...

She looked at her laptop, deciding... then entering an address in her web browser she'd not used for too long. Using her secret login, with the password she'd be shy about saying aloud. Words and images and sex and passion flowed across her screen, reminding her of the things she enjoyed, things that she'd never confess to the people she'd seen that day. But this was time just for her, and this was what she wanted.

Do It! (29 March 2009)

I am one busy lady. I don't have time to mess around. Every day I have a million things to do and from the moment I wake up until the moment my head hits my pillow I am on the go, non-stop, constantly rushing around.

That goes for sexual kicks too. I love sex just as much as the next person. Stress makes me horny as hell but due to my highly demanding job I find my knickers get frequently wet during the day and sometimes a quick trip to the ladies to release the tension has to happen.

This one particular day I was in my office. I had a meeting to prepare for. The meeting was the next day but I had more pressing matters to attend to first thing tomorrow morning so needed to get everything planned and organised today.

The phone would not stop ringing, you could practically set your watch by my e-mails as it felt like one had dropped into my in box every second since I'd logged on and my secretary must have knocked on my door every other second.

I was beginning to get stressed...

Stress is a healthy reaction to some situations and a little bit of stress is good for you but when you can't release the pressure when you need to it just adds to the pressure, makes the tension bigger and in my case makes my clit tingle harder.

I decided I just needed to deal with the tension, release the pressure and then I'd be able to focus 100% on preparing for this God damn meeting.

"Judy?" I pressed the intercom button on my PA System.

"Yes Louise?"

"Please pick up any of my calls and take messages, do not let anyone into my office and please do not disturb me for at least 30 minutes. I simply have to prepare for this meeting tomorrow and do not have time for interruptions. Can you do that for me?"

Just Another Walk In The Park (27 March 2009)

Our day began with a walk in the park. We traveled through the trees, with the leaves crunching under our feet. We noticed the cardinal's in the trees, and the black racer that slithered past us about 10 feet away. We were in search of the perfect place for our picnic. It wasn't easy to find, we didn't really want to be in view of anyone who might be passing by.

FINALLY, we found what we both agreed would be the perfect spot for a picnic. Secluded, tucked away from everything else behind a rock with full view of the lake, we laid out our blanket. Setting the basket down, we noticed that it was really a good spot based on the fact that we made a lot of noise getting there and would hear anyone coming if we decided to get naughty.

We sat by the river, eating our lunch, talking about things we wanted to do in life, both as individuals and together. As the stories came and went, time flew by, and you could hear someone on a loudspeaker announcing that the park was closing in 30 minutes. Paying no attention to the announcement, we decide to go swimming. Into the lake we go, the water a little chilly at first, but our bodies adjust to it quickly. We raced from one bank to the next, and then I disappeared underwater.

When I resurfaced, I had my shorts in my hands and tossed them onto the bank. The look on your face was priceless. After a little coaxing, you followed suit and we were swimming naked. We swam away from one another for a moment, then turned back and swam back to each other's warm embrace, meeting with a kiss, a kiss so warm and tender, it made the temperature of the water insignificant.

Before I knew it, we were caressing one another, our hands moving over each others bodies, while still embraced. We make our way back onshore and to the blanket, collapsing onto it, your body on top of mine. You began kissing me, first on my ears and neck and slowly moving down my body focusing on certain areas until you reached my cock. You took my cock into your hand, slowly stroking it, licking it all the while playing with my balls until you finally swallowed it whole. The rhythmic up and down motion of your mouth over my shaft, driving me wild, eyes rolling back into my head, biting my lip and trying to contain my screams of ecstasy. As climax draws closer and closer, you slowing begin to insert a finger into my ass.

Just Another Day (25 March 2009)

Kala took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh.

It was quiet, FINALLY for the first time since the holiday weekend began on Friday.

Kala didn't normally look forward to Tuesday mornings, or any morning for that matter, being a night owl her whole life. But today everyone went back to their daily routines of work and school and Kala was able to go back to her routine. And her peace and quiet.

The house reflected the fact that the weekend was spent entertaining family and friends with BBQ's and a birthday party. Knowing that she couldn't put it off, Kala finished her coffee, pulled her long auburn tresses up into a haphazard pony tail, and set to work on the laundry and house cleaning.

Kala moved around the house with practiced ease, she was used to the daily routine that kept the house running smoothly, but after the long weekend todays chore list was more than double. Even still she finished the majority of the house work in less than 3 hours. The pink cotton shorts and white tank top she had pulled on in preparation for the marathon cleaning session now clung to her lush curves thanks to the light sheen of sweat on her smooth alabaster skin.

She allowed herself a small satisfied sigh, this time, as she lit her favorite lilac scented candles. The light lilac perfume masked the smell of cleaning supplies leaving the house smelling of early spring and fresh beginnings.

Now it was time to relax a bit, and that would start with a nice hot shower. Kala gathered up a fresh set of clothing, choosing a light butter yellow summer dress, and decided for the second time that day to forgo the constrictions of a bra and panties.

She stepped into the freshly scrubbed bathroom, turning on the shower and exhaust fan on her way to the towel rack where she hung her dress. The steam from her shower filled the air around her as she stepped out of the cotton shorts and kicked them away from her bare feet. Glancing at her feet, she absentmindedly took note of the chip in the slut red polish on her toe nails, she'd have to pamper herself with a pedicure later. Kala tugged the white tank top up and over her full breasts, enjoying the sensation as her breasts swayed and settled back in place. With a final tug over he head, the tank top soon joined the shorts in a tidy pile near her feet.

Just An Appetizer (23 March 2009)

It was last August, warm and muggy...not muggy like the south, but muggy like LA, the kind of cloying moisture that comes from too many people, too many cars, being too close to the ocean. Dierdre's apartment was just plain hot. The sun slid through the windows like honey and onto the floor where we lay sprawled, painting our toes and talking about our plans for this evening. Two hangers draped in black swung listlessly on the doorjamb, our outfits drying in the soaking afternoon heat.

Her spiky red hair glowed in the light from the window, and she kept sweeping an unruly strand from her eyes as she worked. She talked endlessly about Robert and his latest project, where they had been, and who they had seen. I slouched back against the bed stretching my legs long, wiggling my toes and watching the wet red polish glitter in its puddle of sunshine. Coils of smoke curled from her lips and wound themselves around her head as she talked on and on, but my mind wandered, and her voice faded into a dull throb, mingling with the sigh of the traffic outside. I was thinking about Drew.

Drew, towering over me, Drew with his large coarse hands on my shoulders pressing me down, Drew with the leather scent and undeniable eyes. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to fall back on the bed. Drew.

The plan was to meet them outside the club, a dingy rubber club on the West Side, at 11:00, drinks and dancing, then...whatever. Evenings with Deirdre always end with 'whatever'. Sometimes it's cocktails on the tailgate of a rusted pick-up at the top of Topanga Canyon, sometimes it's breakfast in a strange house in Bel Air, you just never know.
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