Busty girlfriend enjoys a baseball game challenge.

In 3 parts, based on a post by ret 123. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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Diane

She looked at me and said, "This is so embarrassing. I just can't drink another beer right now."

I said, "Don't worry about it. Plus, you look great by the way."

"Thank you, Joe!" she replied with a smile. "Well, I guess you better start groping me."

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As I squeezed her tits from behind, Diane said, "Joe, you can pull my tits out of my bra if you want. I have no dignity left."

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"I know now why Donna likes having sex with you so much. That thing feels so big and hard."

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"You would do that for me?"

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In an instant, tearful, sad Donna was gone and laughing, smiling tipsy Donna was back.

I said, "I am so sorry I hurt your feelings. I will sit out the rest of this game."

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I was confused. "How do you know you will draw my name?"

She laughed and said, "The drawing of the names is not really random. All of the girls know whose name they are picking."

"You mean you picked that asshole Josh to kiss?"

She laughed drunkenly and said, "We can talk about all of that later. We need to get back to the game for your final round."

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She grabbed my two wrists and pulled them seductively up onto her tits, then said, "Feel me up, Joe."

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My cock was hard as I felt Donna up in public with numerous people looking. I pressed my cock against her tiny little ass.

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Donna came close to me and whispered, "Did you tell all of the guys here that I love to give oral sex?"

"Well; sort of. I just said how good you are at making love."

The tears welled up in her big blue eyes as she said, "Did you tell them that I have no gag reflex?"

'Uh, I guess I did sort of say something about your gag reflex. It was a; a compliment!"

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"Yes," I said. "But it is not like it sounds. I was bragging about how hot you are and how much I love to make love to you!"

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"Josh said you called me an awesome cocksucker."

"I don't think I used those words, Donna."

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'So, you are proud of me?"

"Of course, baby."

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She kissed me passionately. I could feel her huge tits against my chest and the wet tears running down her cheeks.

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I replied, "You don't need to worry about how you look. You look awesome. And you don’t have anything left to prove to anyone"

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Donna's busty sister, Diane, finally said, "Donna, at least try to cover up those big things! You are embarrassing me."

Donna smiled and replied, "I thought the whole idea was to show off. None of the guys seem to be covering up."

Donna still made no effort to cover herself. I was becoming convinced that she liked exposing herself in public.

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Shawn looked at me for permission. I didn't know what to do, but finally I shrugged and said, "It is part of the game."

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Josh said, "You look like you can suck a mean cock. I will agree to that."

The crowd cheered again and Sylvia grabbed his hand and started for the bedroom.

Josh snarled, "Where are you going?"

"To the bedroom for some privacy," replied Sylvia.

"You don't need any privacy, bitch. Everyone at this party now knows you are a cocksucker. Get on your knees right here."

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When I agreed that Sylvia looked sexy, Donna whispered, "Do you want me to do that? I want to look sexy for you."

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I left the issue open by saying, "We will have to see how the party goes."

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"Suck my cock, cunt," Josh said as he forced her down on his cock.

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Sylvia

Donna smiled and said, "I just might! It is up to my boyfriend."

The crowd roared. Why the hell was Donna making me look like the party-pooper? She’s clearly giving her body to other guys, now.

Sylvia started the video of the ballgame again. The next Kansas City batter hit an opposite field homer. Back to back home runs!

The crowd cheered.

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Tyrone just marveled; “I’m in love.” He said.

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To be continued in part 3, by ret 123 for Literotica.

Busty girlfriend plays a sexy party game.

In 3 parts, based on a post by ret 123. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Late April of 1996 and I’m still in bed. I’m watching the girl I love getting ready for her day. My girlfriend is Donna ‘DD’ Kelly. She’s 19 years old and spectacularly beautiful. She has dark brown hair to her shoulders and big beautiful blue eyes. No, Donna’s middle name is Angela. She’s known on the college campus as ‘DD’ because of her bountiful bosom, as in 34 Double D bra size.

My name is Joe. I’m 21 and a college senior.

I was crazy about Donna since we first met. I was happy just to look at her. I was willing to do most anything to make her happy. I had never felt like that before. Luckily, she seemed to love me too. We attend a small state college in a rural midwestern county seat.

We just finished our morning ritual. Donna would get up and shower. I did not have an early class, so I would stay in bed. Donna would then dry her hair, brush her teeth and put on a little bit of make-up while wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Sometimes, she would wear a half-slip too.

Donna would leave the bathroom door open, so I could watch her get into and out of the shower. Then, she would slip on her panties and hoist her magnificent tits into her size 34 F bra. One of my favorite things in all the world was watching Donna put on or take off her bra. Her tits would sway and jiggle as she stretched her bra around them and hooked it in the back. I always thought the stretchy material on the side and back of her bra looked like it was at its limit when her bra was hooked.

Every morning, I would watch her with a hard cock. She looked great in just her underwear. Her big soft tits would jiggle as she got ready. I had a nice side view of them most of the time. Her tits were firm round and spectacular. Her stomach and ass were slim, like you would normally see on a 5 foot 6 young teenager.

When she was ready to get dressed, Donna would come back to bed. Every morning, she would take off her panties beside the bed and crawl onto her knees, on top of me, with a big horny smile on her face.

Without any typical foreplay, she would gently grab my hard cock and insert it in her already wet cunt. She would then ride me like a cowgirl until we both came. She got horny just from being watched by me.

Incredibly for me, she would sit up and lean forward giving me a perfect view of her huge bouncing tits as she fucked me. Even with a bra on, her tits would jiggle, heave and sway. I never knew if she enjoyed giving me the show or if she could tell that I loved to look at her huge bouncing tits; or both. Either way, it was great. She would then hop out of bed, put on her dress and head to class with her cunt full of cum.

My cock is a more than ample 8 inches long and fairly thick. Most every woman I have had sex, with had a hard time taking my cock unless they were very wet. Some had to use a lube to be comfortable. Donna was so ready to have sex each morning she would just slide it right into her tight 19 year old sophomore cunt.

Once it occurred to me that she was wet as soon as she came back to bed each morning, I decided that she must get turned on by having me watch her or she got wet just thinking about getting fucked each morning. Either way, I thought it was hot.

Today, after we finished fucking, Donna jumped out of bed and was putting on her dress. As she did, she said, "Darling, Sylvia and Diane have invited us to a May Day party this weekend. I told them we would come. I hope that is alright."

I replied, "Sure. That will be fine."

"Good. They were hoping that you would invite some of your football buddies to come to the party. Sylvia and Diane are trying to meet some new guys."

"Sure, " I said, "No problem. Tell them to buy lots of beer if my friends are coming."

Sylvia was one of Donna's good friends and Diane was Donna's older sister. Sylvia was cute, funny and known to be quite wild. Both girls were looking for new boyfriends.

Diane was a year older than Donna and looked a bit like a librarian. She was shorter than Donna, wore glasses, had short brown hair and seemed like a fairly religious, conservative person. However, you could tell they were sisters if you looked at Diane's chest. Her tits were at least as big as Donna's. They might have been slightly bigger than Donna's F cups. However, Diane was shorter, 5 foot 3; and always wore baggy, conservative clothes. With her shorter frame and conservative clothes, Diane did not do anything to show off her big chest. Diane also had a bubble ass, yet her waist was small and firm.

Donna got a serious, rather worried look on her face and looked me right in the eye. She said, "Darling, there is one more thing that I need to discuss with you. Sylvia and Diane want to play a party game at their party and they really want me to play."

I was thinking of little kid's games and said, "A party game? Won't that be sort of lame?"

Donna hesitated and said, "Well; I don't know. Sylvia came up with this game called baseball from somewhere; and you know how Sylvia is. It will probably involve drinking and or someone taking off their clothes. Sylvia insists that I agree to play; and Diane said she won’t unless I do."

“Diane? Drinking and stripping?" I asked. “And why do they care if you play?" I was now curious.

Donna looked a little bit shy and said, "Oh, God! This is embarrassing, but Sylvia said they want a lot of guys to play and they think more guys will play if they think they may get to see my tits."

"How would anyone see your tits?" I asked.

Donna explained, "The game involves drinking, stripping or other things when various things happen in a baseball game on television or video. I don't think I believe her, but Sylvia said that every guy she meets eventually asks her if my tits are real. She also claims that every man we know will do anything if he thinks he will get to see my tits. I think she is exaggerating the fascination with my tits, but she thinks that a lot of single guys will get in the game, hoping to see them."

I laughed and said, "You do have some terrific tits, but I am not sure I want to see you showing them off. How is your reserved sister, Diane, going to participate? I’m sure no one has seen her tits. What are the other things you have to do in the game?"

She smiled, "It is like something a guy would say about a girl after a date. Like a guy might say that he got to second base with his date. In the game, if the other team gets to first base, you have to kiss. If they get to second base, you get felt up. Third base is oral. Home is all the way."

"What?" I said. "You agreed to do this with a bunch of the campus guys?"

Donna looked worried and said, "Well, yes I told them I would help them out. They told me that you can always drink or take off an article of clothing instead of the sex. Once I heard that, I thought you would let me play. I thought you might take pride in me showing off a little of what your girl has. And you can play, too."

I was completely torn about this party game. In some ways, it was arousing to think about my gorgeous girlfriend showing off in front of a bunch of guys. My cock was hard as she told me about it. Even though Donna's body was spectacular, she dressed rather modestly most of the time. She and her sister had been raised in a religious home, on a farm. They go to church every Sunday.

I was secretly excited about the prospect of Donna showing off in front of a bunch of our college friends. On the other hand, I was madly in love with Donna and felt possessive about her. I wanted her all to myself. I didn't know what to say.

Finally, I just agreed to do what Donna wanted to do. I wasn't capable of saying anything that might disappoint or upset her.

So, I said, "Darling, if you want to play, you can play. But I don't want you to act too frisky. Just tease the guys about what we have. Quit when it goes past that. Are those rules okay with you?"

"Oh, thank you baby! Sylvia and Diane will be so happy!"

She gave me a big kiss and headed out to class.

I knew that what Sylvia had told Donna about guys asking about Donna's tits was probably true. Most guys who saw her asked me about her tits, too. They were nearly too good to be true. Her massive firm tits were on a skinny frame that did not seem possible. Most women with large tits were built more like Donna's sister, Diane, who was somewhat thicker through the hips and stomach than Donna.

We did not talk too much about the party again until Friday. Donna told me that she was going to go shopping for new bras in the nearest city to our little college town. She had told me that there were few 34F bras for sale in our town. And what she could find, were styles you might find in a nursing home. She had a hard time finding them even in the city.

Donna did not have many bras or clothes that fit her. She was flat-chested until she was a senior in high school. She says her nickname was "ironing board" and she had resigned herself to being flat for her whole life. She was even thinking about plastic surgery.

Then, in less than one year, she started developing and grew from an A cup to a D, before graduation. Then, during her freshman year at college, she continued to grow from a double D cup to her current F cup. Most of her blouses and bras did not come close to fitting her anymore. As a college student, she did not have enough money to buy a new wardrobe.

Donna said that Sylvia and Diane wanted her to take off her top early in the game to get it rolling. Donna was nervous about that and decided that she needed a new bra if she was going to show it in public.

I told her that the bras she had were incredibly sexy. She thanked me, kissed me and said with a worried look on her face, "I can't believe I have agreed to do this. I am embarrassed right now just thinking about taking off my blouse in front of everyone I know."

"I thought the idea was for Sylvia and Diane to meet guys," I was glad to hear that Diane is finally overcoming her self-consciousness about her buxom sexy body.  "Shouldn't they be taking off their clothes?" I asked.

Donna smiled and replied, "They will. Sylvia is convinced that my tits will attract all of the guys. Then, she and the other girls will jump in. I hope you don't get mad at me." Then Donna paused and added; “Why do girls think I’m so self-confident? Hell, I’m terrified by the attention my body attracts?”

I hugged her and said, "Donna, you have the body that every girl wishes they had.”

Donna’s eyes sparkled at those words. It was like I was supercharging her self-esteem every time I encouraged her about her amazing body.

“Will you think I’m a cheap slutty whore?” Donna asked.

“No, I won't get mad at you. It will be sexy to see you playing the game. Just stop when you need to."

I was not so sure I meant what I said, but after I had given her the okay to play, I did not think I could get mad if she played. I was nervous and excited about the game.

Donna wanted me to play too. I thought it would be fun to mess around with drunk, naked, college girls. I was looking forward to seeing Sylvia, Diane and their friends in the nude. I knew Diane's tits would be an awesome sight to see, but I did not know if it would be smart for me to mess around with Donna's big sister.

I learned more of the rules of the party game from Sylvia who came by our apartment to tell Donna about the party planning. Sylvia had recorded some baseball games and had picked one to use at the party. There would be a girls team and a guys team with nine players on each team. Each team would be affiliated with one of the two major league teams on the video.

Each time your team made an out, the players had to remove one of their allotted 4 items of clothing, or drink 6 ounces of beer. Each time the other team reached a base, the girls would pick names out of a hat and would partner up with the guy whose name they picked. Then, they would do the sex act with their chosen partner depending on what base the other team's hitter reached. First base was kissing, second base was getting felt up, third base was oral and home was all the way in the back bedrooms of the house. However, any player could avoid the physical act by either drinking a beer or removing an item of clothing.

This was going to result in a ton of drinking for any girl who did not want a gang bang. This was especially true if Sylvia picked a high scoring game. Since slutty Sylvia was clearly interested in the sex part of the game, I was betting that she picked a high scoring game.

I didn't want to stop the game, but I had never seen Donna drink more than 3 cans beers, maybe 4. She would be trashed at 4 beers. I doubted if Diane had ever had 3 beers in one night. Sylvia had probably had more to drink from time to time, but not many people could drink the amounts that were going to be required by this game.

I wanted to see Donna and the other girls show off their bodies. I was proud to have a gorgeous girl like Donna as my girlfriend and I secretly thought it would be pretty cool if all of my friends saw her stupendous body. I felt like I was a pervert or something since I wanted to see the girl who I planned to marry take off her clothes in front of a bunch of horny guys.

I was excited about the game. However, I could not help but wonder if Sylvia's baseball game was going to work.

I asked, "Do you girls know how many outs there are in a baseball game for each team?"

Sylvia laughed and said, "Enough to get us all pretty drunk and naked!"

I replied, "Yeah, each team gets 27 outs. Not many people can drink that much beer in a night. Did you really play this game, Sylvia?"

"Yes, I played, but I didn't really finish the game. One of the guys may have gotten lucky that night! I, uh; sort of quit early."

I asked Donna if she was sure she wanted to play this game with a bunch of people from our college. I was hoping that she would take this opportunity to back out of the game.

However, Donna looked at Sylvia and said, "I promised Sylvia and Diane that I would play. Sylvia says the game will be a lot of fun. I hope it will not be too embarrassing." Then Donna pleaded with me; “Joe, I really need your support for this. You have to be there for me. Don't worry, baby. Diane and Sylvia have said that I can quit at any time I want, so I won't have to do too much with the other guys. Besides, I can always drink instead of doing the other things."

Donna looked worried to me, but she was determined to play the game to help the other girls. I was pretty sure that Sylvia had the rules wrong, but I was not sure I wanted to see them changed. I was also reasonably sure that all of the girls would soon reach or exceed their limit on beer and would lose their clothes. It was going to be a sexy night.

On Saturday, Donna modeled her new bras and matching panties. We picked a white lacy underwire stretch bra. It was unbelievably sexy.

As I watched Donna try on the new bras, I was thinking to myself that living with her was like constantly living in the middle of a first rate porn movie. A hot chick was constantly showing me her big tits, or was fucking my brains out. I was having a hard time remembering why I had said ‘yes’ to the party game, but I knew it was too late now.

Donna wore a tight, thin top which was white and made of some soft, stretchy material. The top was not low cut or overtly sexy, but the material hugged every inch of Donna's massive tits and tight stomach. It was awesome.

Diane did work-study at the Dean’s office, to offset part of her college expenses. It seems the home that the college own for housing visiting lecturers was just vacated. Diane was tasked with getting contractors to service the home. The crews were starting on the following Monday, so until then we had a party house!

When we arrived at the house Sylvia and Diane had access to, we saw that a big crowd was starting to gather. Loud music was playing and the liquor was flowing. It was still early in the afternoon.

Donna and the other girls who were planning to play the baseball game were drinking heavily, trying to get up their courage. I warned against this, but the nervous girls ignored my advice. Donna and Sylvia pointed out the other girls who were going to play. There was also a growing list in both ‘bull pens’, in case someone quits. My friend Ronny was the guys’ team captain. Sylvia was the girls’ captain.

Several were cute girls that I had seen around college. One was a pleasant surprise. Angie was going to play.

Angie was a year or two older than Donna. Before Donna came to the campus, Angie was the hottest girl on campus. She looked like a runway model except she had bigger tits than a fashion model would. Actually, my friends and I decided that she looked like a young Kate Upton, one of the swimsuit models for Sports Illustrated. She was beautiful. She was blonde, slim, pretty and sexy.

‘Dee Dee’ Donna told me that guys were too intimidated by Angie's beauty, and that she actually did not have many dates. She also told me that Angie had always wanted to go out with me. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me, but it was pretty frustrating to hear that after lusting after Angie for a couple of years

When Donna arrived on campus her freshman year, she took the place of Angie as the hottest girl at the school. . I figure Angie was jealous  insecure. She probably didn’t know what she wanted, but she wanted whatever Donna had.

They were both pretty and sweet, but Angie's slender body could not compare with Donna's voluptuous body; hence the nickname Dee Dee. It refers to her double D bra size.  Donna never did dispel that myth publicly, but she told me; “I outgrew my double dee bras some time ago.”

I was thinking that this game was going to set some kind of record for hard cocks if Donna and Angie were both going to get drunk and take off their clothes.

I saw Donna finishing off her second can of beer. I hugged her and whispered, "Don't drink too much before the baseball game starts. You will soon be too drunk to play."

She laughed and said, "I may get too drunk to keep my clothes on!"

After about an hour, the crowd had gotten fairly large and the party was in full swing. I saw Sylvia and Diane going around the party recruiting people they wanted to be in the game. Some were my friends from the football team.

Sylvia turned down the music and explained the rules of the baseball game. The crowd seemed even more enthusiastic than I expected. However, I should not have been surprised, since I heard Sylvia telling several guys that Donna and Angie were going to play. The house was now packed. Ronny & Sylvia went through the waiting lists of guys & girls wanting in on the game. Ronny approved 13 of the girls to Sylvia’s bullpen, and Sylvia approved 18 guys to Ronny’s bullpen.

I was anxious to see how this game would go.

Except for Sylvia, who was a fun-loving, slutty girl; the girls that I knew who were playing were all sweet, fairly innocent acting girls from small towns. Donna, Diane, Angie and several of the other girls I knew were from towns with populations under 1,000. If this group started to strip and have sex during the game, it was going to be amazing.

Sylvia announced that the baseball game we were going to watch was between Kansas City and Oakland, several weeks ago. The guys were aligned with KC and the girls were aligned with Oakland. I thought that was an odd choice because we were not near either city and most people would not know anything about either team.

However, Sylvia is pretty shrewd. I knew there must be a reason for the selection of this game. Suddenly, it hit me. Kansas City was one of the best teams in the American League that year and Oakland was having a terrible season. I was betting that Sylvia had given the girls a team that will give up a lot of runs in the game. All the better if you are a girl who wants to act slutty with new guys. I wasn't sure it was good for me or my tipsy girlfriend, since I hoped to still be in a committed relationship when this party is over..

Donna was a happy girl when she was drunk. I could tell when she had too much to drink because she would constantly smile and laugh. She had a big smile on her face as the game started. She looked beautiful with her bright smile and big blue eyes.

I liked the guys who Sylvia had recruited to play the game ,with one exception. Someone had invited a second or third team linebacker from our college team, named Josh. My friends and I all thought that Josh was an asshole. He was arrogant with no good reason, and was a sarcastic jerk most of the time. I couldn't believe he was invited.

I asked Donna why Josh was at the party. She laughed and said, "Sylvia invited him. She heard he is very well endowed and she wants to see it!"

I said, "Great! We have to deal with a prick because he has a big prick!"

Donna giggled. "Please be nice. This party is important to my friend and my sister. The girls want to see you too! I have told them all about you. Maybe you can get naked at the same time I do. That way, I might not be so embarrassed."

I said, "Sweetheart, nobody will be looking at me if you are naked in the room!"

She giggled again and said, "Don't be too sure. There are girls here who might be very interested. I hope Angie doesn't make a move on you during the game. She has always liked you."

I did not really believe that and said, "She sure did a good job of hiding that from me, until you started dating me."

Donna had a pouty look on her face and said, "Are you sorry that you are not with Angie instead of me? She is really pretty."

"Oh no!" I said. "I love you and you are the only girl I want."

She kissed my cheek and said, "I am so glad. I love you too, with all of my heart!"

One of the guys I brought to the party for the baseball game was Tyrone Johnson. He was our quarterback and one of the nicest guys on the team. Tyrone was a tall, muscular, black guy who was recruited from rural Georgia. Tyrone was funny and a great guy, whose dad was a country pastor. I persuaded Sylvia to include Tyrone by telling her that Tyrone was the best endowed guy on the team.

Sylvia's face turned red and she gulped as she said that she would include Tyrone in the game. I knew from some of my friends, as well as Donna, that Sylvia loved to fuck. I had been told she was a screamer. From seeing Tyrone in the locker room, I knew that Sylvia and the other girls would be impressed with Tyrone's equipment.

Tyrone said something funny when I told him about the game. He said, "Are you sure you white guys aren't going to jump the black guy, for trying to fuck the white women?"

I laughed and said, "You better watch out all night long!"

He then said, "Are you letting that fine looking girlfriend of yours play this game?"

I said, "Yes, but she is going to drop out before it gets too heavy."

He laughed and said, "I didn't think you would let her go too far. I wouldn't either, if I was you. If your girl drops out, I hope that blonde chick, Angie, stays in the game."

The other guys in the game were friends of mine from the football team including my former roommate, Mark. Mark was a giant offensive tackle who was one of the best players on the team and one of the wildest guys I ever met.

Mark loved to have fun. He even had fun at his part-time job as a bouncer at a local bar. One night, Mark broke up a dangerous fight in the bar by turning a pool table over on a guy with a knife. He was big, strong and about half crazy. I was glad he was my friend.

My best buddies, Ronny and Shawn, were lined up to play. Most girls at school were hot for Shawn who was a tall, muscular guy with long blonde hair. I knew that Shawn did not give a damn about the girls at school because of a great girlfriend he had back home. However, he would fuck around with drunk chicks if they threw themselves at him(which happened all the time).

As the game began, I was amused by the idea that these basically modest, nice girls were going to actually play this drinking sex game. I even told Ronny that he better pay attention to the early rounds of this game because I was predicting that the girls would all quit before anybody had much in the way of sexual contact.

The game started with each side cheering for their team. Everyone, especially the girls, was drinking heavily. Donna looked awesome in her tight white blouse as she stood with the other girls. I was nervous about this game.

Just before we started the game, Donna had whispered to me that Sylvia and Diane wanted her to go first. Then, she giggled and said, "Would you like it if I let these boys see my new bra?"

I was thinking about the delicate white lace and the massive cleavage and was none too sure I wanted her to take off her blouse at all. However, I said, "Sure, baby, if you want to."

She kissed me and said, "You are so sweet. I can't wait until we get home tonight!"

I looked longingly at her big hooters as she joined the other girls.

The girl's team, the Oakland A's, batted first and the first batter struck out. The guys cheered and the girls all began to drink beer out of large plastic cups. I watched Donna and she did not begin to drink. She stood in the middle of the other girls with a smile on her face. I was sure she would start drinking.

Instead, Donna walked to the front of the group of girls, grabbed the bottom of her tight, white blouse and pulled it quickly over her head. For a second, the room was silent. Then, it erupted into a roar. A large drunken crowd had gathered around the players and everyone was screaming as Donna removed her blouse and stood before us wearing a lacy, white bra and tight blue jeans.

When Donna pulled her blouse over her tits, her tits were pulled up and were bouncing in front of her as she stood before us smiling. Her tits continued to bounce as she stood there with her top concealing her face. She held it there for a few more seconds, while she bounced on her toes for full effect. Then she pulled the top all the way off and held it with one stretched harm, while smiling & soaking in the crowd’s approval. Her eyes were locked on me, seeking my approval. I beamed her a smile & a ‘thumbs up’. Then she slowly turned a full circle & the crowd roar got even louder, even though she was not bouncing. It was incredibly sexy.

The girls all looked shocked that Donna had started stripping so quickly, and the guys were all making horny, animalistic noises. My buddy Ronny shouted to me that I was the luckiest guy in the world to be dating her. I shouted my agreement. I was also sure I didn’t want to share my luck with a bunch of drunk guys.

I had played some beer pong games where girls took off their clothes if they lost. It was fun, but the girls would always try to completely cover themselves with their hands and arms. Donna just stood straight up and made no attempt to hide her giant cleavage or her sexy, delicate bra. She just stood up straight and smiled at all of her admirers.

My cock was as hard as a rock, but I felt sick to my stomach at the same time. I loved the idea that all of the guys from school were seeing how sexy my girlfriend was. But, I was nervous that I was fucking up by letting them all think she was easy or a slut. It was an immediate thrill, but with a gut-check of a high price to be paid.

I thought of Donna as pure and innocent. I completely believed that we had a special love and that we were going to get married and stay married for the rest of our lives. Despite this, I still had a perverted side that made me want to see her act a little slutty in front of my friends. It was pretty cool to have the hottest girl at our university. I swung from one emotion to the other.

I calmed myself by remembering that Donna loved me and she said she would get out of this game if she needed to. However, it suddenly occurred to me that Donna had stripped down naked at my apartment and fucked my brains out on the first night we met at a party at my house. It hit me that she might not be as pure as the mental image I had of her. I had always thought of her actions that first night as love at first sight, but now I was questioning that thought.

Silvia turned the edited video of the ball game back on and the Oakland player hit a pop fly. The other girls did not want to be upstaged by Donna again. So, Angie, Sylvia, Diane and a girl I did not know all jumped up to remove their shirts. Donna laughed at them and pulled off her jeans revealing her tiny white panties that matched her bra. When she bent forward to pull off her jeans, Donna gave the crowd a great look down the top of her bra as her tits hung in front of her. When the guys started yelling about her cleavage, Donna did not stand up, cover up or move. She just looked at all the guys and laughed at them while continuing to tug the tight denim, & show them her beautiful cleavage.

Donna's panties were small, feminine and very sexy. Her ass looked great in the little panties. Her hips were much smaller than her bust. The effect was stunning.

Angie was clearly used to being the center of male attention and you could tell by her face that she was not happy about being forced to play second fiddle to Donna. She unbuttoned her blouse and showed her sexy push-up bra to the crowd which showed its appreciation, but not as loudly as they had for Donna. Angie had great tits. They were either C or D cups. She looked as good as I imagined she would look.

This game had not started the way Sylvia and Diane had envisioned. The girls who hosted the game were being ignored with Donna and Angie in the room. However, they were determined to get in the game and both pulled off their tops. Sylvia's slender body and nicely tanned tits looked good in her bra.

Diane's giant tits drew some attention and comments. Diane looked embarrassed as she took off her conservative(and not very flattering) blouse. Diane was shorter and thicker than her sister, but she looked like two giant tits with legs. Her black underwire stretch lace bra was enormous and she turned bright red when she pulled off her blouse. I had always thought of Diane as a prude sort of librarian kind of girl, so seeing her actually take off her top was exciting. Diane tried to cover her tits with her hands and squealed with embarrassment, but she could not hide her enormous jugs. Within seconds her large stiff nipples became very defined.

As I looked at Diane without her blouse, I concluded her tits were actually as big or bigger than her little sister. Her tits were nice and round and looked soft. They rode a little lower than Donna's, but they were huge and looked great. I couldn't think of a bra size bigger than Donna's F cups, but I was guessing that Diane's bra was probably a little bigger. Donna was much more attractive overall, but Diane was right with her in the big jug department.

Everyone continued to drink even when it wasn't required for the game. I was drunk, but I still realized the game could easily get out of control. We were still in the first inning.

The next Oakland batter, to the wonderment of us all, hit a single. The girls cheered and started asking the guys to show some skin.

Mark, who was clearly drunk, turned to us and said, "Let's show these girls some cock! We don't give a damn who sees us."

He then pulled down his jeans and boxers revealing his cock to the crowd. The girls cheered and all the rest of us took off our pants & undies, too. I sort of liked showing my cock to the crowd. I noticed Sylvia openly staring at Tyrone's cock when he pulled that big snake out of his pants. It was enormous and Sylvia was looking at it like a dog eyes a bone.

In the bottom half of the first, Kansas City hit a home run and then a double. The guys were going wild, but half of the girls just drank back to back beers. Angie & Diane dropped their pants, to try to keep up with my Donna. Several of the girls looked like they were well past their limit, including Donna. Those two beer servings by themselves exceeded Donna's normal drinking limit.

Then, the next Kansas City batter hit a line drive single into left. The guys cheered and the girls quickly decided to kiss the guys rather than drink or strip. The girls grabbed names out of a hat quickly and went to their chosen player on the other team.

Angie drew my name and approached me wearing only her sexy 2 piece cami & tap pant lingerie outfit, and a big smile. Angie immediately slipped into my arms without hesitation and started passionately kissing me. My naked cock got hard as she stuck her tongue deep in my mouth and pressed her crotch hard against me. She was hot!

She kissed me a long time and then whispered in my ear, "I want to take you to the back room later and give myself to you."

I didn't know what to say, so I said, "That would be nice."

She said, "Should I ask Donna if you can fuck me?"

I immediately panicked at the thought of Angie saying that to my girlfriend. Donna was sensitive about Angie and a little jealous of her. So, I said, "No, please don't say anything to Donna."

I later realized that Angie took that as confirmation that I wanted to fuck her without Donna knowing. She again passionately kissed me with her tongue down my throat until the 2 minute time limit was up. Angie really wanted to intimidate Donna, and that’s why she wanted so badly to say something to rattle Donna’s nerves.

I looked up in time to see that Donna had drawn that creep, Josh. She was pulling back from him and trying to get his hand off of one of her tits. He obviously had been kissing and feeling up my girl through her bra. That turned my stomach. He grabbed Donna's ass as she walked back to the girl's side. She just smiled at him as she did. She gave me a funny look. Donna clearly was not ready to deal with assholes like Josh.

To be continued in part 2, by ret 123 for Literotica.

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“I actually don’t have a gag reflex! Oh, geez, that’s not what- I didn’t mean to say that. I just- ugh, why am I so marshmallow mouthed around you!?”

From the first moment I saw her, I had a major crush. She worked in the mail room on campus. She just had the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I wasn’t alone in my crush though. Basically everyone on campus was in love with her. Her name was Rachel and a few said she looked vaguely like Rachel McAdams.

 I later learned she had made herself look more like McAdams on purpose. Starting in high school, a few people told her about her doppelganger and she was flattered by it, so she started doing her hair the same way and wearing the same bright red lipstick. Unfortunately (in her eyes and no one else’s), her body developed to be much bustier than McAdams’s.

She lamented the distinction from her doppelganger and she resented the type of attention she got for it. Nonetheless, she loved to dress up. By the time we met in our freshmen year of college, she had grown into a flirty, friendly, confident young woman.

I, on the other hand, was not flirty or confident (but I did consider myself friendly). I’d periodically go to pick up my packages, and she’d always smile at me coquettishly. I felt like she liked me, but I told myself that she smiled at everyone while she was at work. I wasn’t anything special. Until the day that I was.

Visiting the mail room was my favorite part of the week. I started ordering things online just to have an excuse to see Rachel. I couldn’t decide which I liked better: watching her ass swing as she headed to the package storage room, or watching her tits jiggle as she walked back. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I’m sure she caught me staring. She was especially cute as she tried to handle a package that was large or awkwardly shaped.

“Oh, awesome! I’ve been waiting for this package!” I shared with Rachel.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” She asked politely. Her hair was styled like Rachel McAdams had it in the Notebook.

“It’s this month’s.. ” I started excitedly, but then caught myself. “Uh, it’s nothing. Nerd stuff.”

“I like nerd stuff! Do you cosplay?” I wasn’t sure I believed her. Busty babes weren’t usually into nerd stuff. They usually teased me about my nerd stuff. Rachel could see my hesitation and was eager to prove herself. “I do! What, just because I’m a girl, I can’t like Star Wars? Just because I wear cute sundresses means I can’t like cosplay? Just because my tits are 30G means I can’t wear a Pokemon underwear set?” She stopped suddenly and blushed. I don’t think she meant to make such a candid admission.

I was stunned into silence. I couldn’t help but glance down at her impressive cleavage popping out of her sundress and wonder what a Pokemon bra would look like. When I looked back up, Rachel was tracking my pupils and it was my turn to blush at getting caught checking her out.

“Uh, ok, fair enough. The package is from one of those monthly subscription sites. This month is supposed to be Japanese-themed. There’s supposed to be a bunch of anime collectibles, DVDs, and t-shirts.”

“Oh, cool! Can I see?” Rachel asked as she leaned forward onto her elbows on the counter. It was difficult to not get caught staring at her cleavage again when she put it right in my eyeline, next to the box.

“Um, sure.” I started fiddling with my keys, preparing to punch the tape open with one.

“Wait!” Rachel stopped me. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you bring the box to my apartment later? We can open it together, and I can show you how much I like nerd stuff…” Rachel blushed, “…and nerds. Can you wait that long to open it?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. The hottest girl in my college life wanted me to come over to her apartment? Did she just ask me on a date? “Su- sure.” I stammered. “Uh, what time?”

“8:00?” she suggested. “I’ll order Japanese take out and we can watch one of the Anime’ DVDs in your package.”

I bumbled my way through telling her it sounded like fun, and getting her address and phone number, and I think I may have awkwardly thanked her for the opportunity, as if she’d just offered me a job. I also walked away without my box, and Rachel had to shout me back. I’d kick myself later for being so awkward, but for now, I was walking home on cloud nine.

I knocked on Rachel’s door at precisely 8:00. I had actually arrived at 7:50, but then I paced nervously in the hall until 8:00. She answered the door wearing the same sundress from this afternoon: a bright red, small-pattern floral dress with spaghetti straps. She gave me a hug and invited me inside.

She gave me a quick tour. “Welcome to my apartment! This is the kitchen. It’s open concept leading to the living room. OMG one night I came home and my two straight roommates were eating each other out on that sofa!

You didn’t need to know that, sorry. Um, let’s just go to my room.” She led me to the left of the living room, where I was enraptured, picturing what Rachel’s roommates may look like and what may have happened after she caught them. “Here we are!” It was a simple room. Queen bed on the left, tv in front of it, chest of drawers and a desk to the right.

She took my package from me and set it on the floor, then sat down next to it with her legs folded out to the side. I sat down across from her. She handed me a kitchen knife, and I opened the box. There was honestly a lot of cool stuff in there, but I tried to play down my excitement. I didn’t want to seem TOO nerdy in front of this hot girl, and also my focus was pretty well divided between the box and her. There were half a dozen DVDs in the box. Five were anime titles I was familiar with. The sixth I recognized quickly as being hentai. I tried to quickly hide that one, but Rachel snagged it.

“Oh! Is this hentai? I’ve never watched hentai before. Cool! Which DVD do you wanna watch tonight?”

My mouth was so dry I could barely talk. “Uh, whichever one you want.”

Rachel eyed the other five DVDs but kept holding onto the hentai speculatively. Just then, there was a faint knock at the front door. “The food!” She hopped up, grabbed her purse off the desk, and ran to the front door.

Left alone in Rachel’s room for a moment, I let out a deep breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. This wasn’t my first date per se, but it was close. And it was certainly my first date with a girl as hot as Rachel. I looked at her bed and wondered what the plan was for tonight. I had a bad habit of overstaying my welcome at my friends’ places, not realizing they wanted to go to bed. I vowed to try to be more socially aware tonight and leave at an appropriate time.

My eyes strayed to Rachel’s nightstand. There were three small items…perfume bottles? They were all the same exact shape, but in three different sizes. I was curious enough to get up and investigate. As I lifted the first one, I quickly realized what I had been staring at: the smallest of three butt plugs. I quickly tried to set it down exactly where I found it, but I couldn’t quite remember where on the nightstand it had been.

While I was floundering, Rachel suddenly returned with the food and a surprise bottle of sake. She saw me jump in surprise and guilt. “Ahh, oops!” she said as she set the food down on the desk. “I forgot I had those out.” She hurried over next to me, opened a drawer in the nightstand, and threw the toys in the drawer. “What can I say? Girls just wanna have fun!” Even as she tried to play it off like it was no big deal, the blush on her face revealed a second, conflicting emotion.

“Hey, I’m not judging at all! I think college is- well, we’re here to have fun, right?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Let’s eat.”

We huddled together with our backs to a blank expanse of wall. It was surprisingly intimate eating from one box or bowl with two forks. Neither of us said much as we enjoyed the food and each other’s company.

“Ok, movie time!” Rachel announced. “Let’s start with the Miyazaki film and see how the night goes. Maybe if we’re up for it, we’ll watch the hentai later. I’m a bit of a lightweight though, so I might not make it through a second movie.”

That decision was a bit of a relief to me. I was nervous enough as it was without trying to navigate the social dynamics of watching animated porn on a first date. “Back to the living room then?”

“Oh, no, I’m not sure when my roommates will be home. We’ll watch the movie in my bed. Um, shoes off please. And get comfortable, take your jeans off too.”

This was an escalation I hadn’t dared prepare for. I walked over to Rachel’s bed, turned my back to her, quickly shucked my jeans off, and crawled under the covers before she could see me. Rachel crawled in next to me, still wearing her sundress. But I was acutely aware of her smooth, bare legs now touching my hairy bare legs. I could feel an erection forming in my boxers already and tried to shift around so I wouldn’t tent the sheets. We watched the movie, but honestly, I didn’t retain a single scene. I was too nervous and distracted by the buxom blonde next to me. Pretty early on in the movie, Rachel twisted and turned and fiddled under the sheets and next thing I knew, she was pulling her bra out from under the sheets. It was indeed a nerdy bra, as each cup was patterned like a giant PokeBall. Still, I doubted myself. This is casual, I thought. She’s just getting comfortable. It doesn’t mean anything.

About half an hour later, Rachel paused the movie. She got out from under the covers. “I wanna get more comfortable. I’m gonna change out of this dress. Do you mind if I put on one of the new t-shirts from the box?” I shook my head. “Thanks! Um; just don’t look; okay?” On the one hand, I wanted to be a gentleman and respect her request. On the other hand I’m a guy. Also, she winked at me before walking to the corner of the room. I compromised by covering my eyes with a hand and peering between a couple cracked fingers.

Rachel was facing the bed as she shimmied the dress up to her waist. I recognized the pokemon printed on her panties as Lickitung. She crossed her arms and pulled the dress higher and higher. Her massive boobs were caught on the fabric until she pulled the dress high enough and they bounced freed. I’d never seen such magnificent tits, even in porn. They were so perfectly symmetrical, so luscious, so surprisingly perky for their size…her nipples were nickel-sized and pink, pointed right at me. I saw Rachel run her hands up and down her exposed torso and then she pinched each of her nipples before putting on the grey t-shirt. The shirt wasn’t designed for a woman Rachel’s size, so it clung so tightly to her curves. It was scrunched up around her belly, exposing her midsection and the entirety of her panties. Her nipples poked through nicely and I suspected they’d be visible even if they weren’t so currently aroused.

Rachel walked back across the room toward me, stooped to grab the other t-shirt, and tossed it at me. “Change shirts so we can match!” My body’s not nearly as nice as hers, but I work out, so I wasn’t shy about changing shirts in front of her. She sidled back into bed next to me and resumed the movie. I soon felt her hand on my thigh. Not stroking or anything. Just resting there. I finally took the liberty of resting my hand on her thigh in the same manner. I hoped she wouldn’t get upset and kick me out of her apartment.

Rachel did not get upset and kick me out of her apartment. Instead, she turned on her side, wrapped an arm around my chest, placed her right leg between my two legs, and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my head to kiss her back, but her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. She had fallen asleep wrapped around me.

Rachel was as cute sleeping as she was hot awake. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to wake her up, but I shouldn’t spend the night. Although she did have us each change into pajamas basically. Maybe she did want me to stay the night. Would that be presumptuous? I was torn! I also didn’t want to be the guy who snuck out before dawn. I mean, we hadn’t had sex or anything but still, sneaking away after she fell asleep seemed wrong. Eventually, I decided to try to get some sleep and deal with the consequences in the morning.

I woke up to Rachel still wrapped around me, but poking me in the chest. “You’re still here?”

“Uh” I thought I could stall with a prolonged syllable, but nothing came to me.

“Good,” Rachel smiled and nestled into my chest.

Phew.

“Did we; we didn’t do anything last night, did we?” she asked.

“We ate dinner, drank sake, watched a movie.”

“I mean we didn’t do anything sexual, right?”

“No! No, I would never!” I was horrified at myself. “No, I didn’t mean, not that I would never with you, just that, the situation wasn’t, I’d love to, well, I think you’re, ah.” I was only making things worse.

Rachel patted me on the chest. “Thank you for not taking advantage last night. Just so you know, I also think you’re ah.” I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel her smirking as she teased me. “I should tell you, I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I didn’t mean for you to spend the night, although I’m glad you did. I’m just looking for a nerdy friend. Maybe someone to exchange favors with. Oh, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t mean- I just meant that… I genuinely want to be your friend. But maybe you could help me with my math homework and I could help you with something. I actually don’t have a gag reflex! Oh, geez, that’s not what- I didn’t mean to say that. I just- ugh, why am I so marshmallow mouthed around you!?”

My head was spinning. Rachel wasn’t making any sense and I couldn’t believe a girl as hot as Rachel could be as nervous around me as I was around her.

“Ok, I’m gonna stop talking. I have to work this morning. Is your car here? Would you mind dropping me off?”

“Of course I will.” I answered.

“Great… I’m gonna go take a shower. Do you need a shower?” she asked.

“I think I’m fine for now. I don’t have anything going on today. I’ll drop you off at work and then I can shower back home.”

“Oh; okay that makes sense.” She seemed disappointed.

As soon as she left the room, I was kicking myself. Why am I so bad at picking up on hints? That was an invitation, right? Or was it? Is it too late to ask her if it was an invitation?

I argued with myself for 20 minutes. She’s probably almost done showering by now.

At 30 minutes, I decided to poke my head in the bathroom and check on her. I wouldn’t look. I would just make sure she hadn’t slipped. 30 minutes seemed like a long shower.

I walked cautiously to the bathroom door. I poked my head in. “Rachel?” I called.

“Finally.” I heard her say.

Okay, that was definitely an invitation. “You know on second thought, maybe I should shower here. I think I spilled some soy sauce or something.”

“Oh, then you should definitely hop in.”

I’d never gotten undressed so fast. As I peeked around the shower curtain, I saw Rachel fully nude for the first time - from the back. My eyes trailed up from her calves to her thighs to her round, well-toned ass (I stopped here for a moment) to her narrow waist to her lithe back. I stepped into the shower behind her.

“I was wondering where you were. I need someone to wash my back.”

She handed me a sponge, already lathered up in soap. I took my time running the sponge softly over every inch of her back. It gave me a chance to admire every curve. As I soaped her lower back, I was distracted by her ass. Suddenly, she turned around and I was soaping her midriff. I was now face-to-face with Rachel’s perfect tits.

“You can stare. I don’t mind.” I didn’t really have a choice at this point. Her tits were glistening, drops of water hanging from each nipple. Rachel bounced her boobs rapidly and water shook off in every direction. “You’re a little late. I already washed my front, and I really do have to get to work now.”

I was crestfallen. I wanted nothing more than to latch onto one of those perky nipples. Before we ran out of time, I took a step back to check out her pussy. She had a mound of soft blonde curls. Not enough natural blondes grow a bush.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get a chance to play with these one day. I’m definitely gonna need to play with that dick.” I looked down and found my erection pointing up right at Rachel’s face. “Unfortunately, we really don’t have time today. Which is a shame.” She took a step closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck so she could whisper in my ear, “because I really do enjoy sucking dick. I’m a giver. I love to watch the pleasure and the ecstasy in a guy’s eyes. I love to control a guy with my lips. And I love the taste of cum.”

I couldn’t tell if she was just teasing me, or if she was being honest. I didn’t actually care at the moment.

Next thing I knew, Rachel turned off the water. “There’s an extra towel under the sink.” I watched her tits wobble as she dried her hair. “Sorry, you’re gonna have to do the walk of shame in yesterday’s clothes. Oh wait! You have your new anime shirt. No one has seen that yet!”

I couldn’t get any words out. I could tell I was being shuffled along out of the apartment and on with my day. I dressed quickly, as did Rachel. I drove her to work as promised. We were a few minutes late, but she still took a minute to bend into the driver’s window and kiss me briefly on the lips.

I stared at her cleavage as she told me, “I really did have fun last night. We should do it again. Like I said, I’m not looking for a boyfriend and I’m not really looking to date. But I’d love to be friends and hang out sometimes. And also, you know, the other thing I said.” Her voice lowered. “About your dick.” She perked back up, “Okay bye!”

She turned and sashayed toward the mailroom. I drove home to give myself some overdue relief. It had been the best night of my life, if only because I got to see my crush naked. I really needed to offer her help on her math homework.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted a second date with Rachel, obviously. I wanted an opportunity to try again - to pick up on the cues this time. I had been kicking myself ever since I had dropped her off at work after our first date. Stupid, stupid! Why didn’t I ask her about her roommates? Why didn’t I ask about the toys she clearly left out on purpose? She left them out on purpose, right? Why didn’t I compliment her body when she changed in front of me? Why didn’t I make a move when she cuddled up next to me? Worst of all, the only correct response to a girl telling you she doesn’t have a gag reflex is some variation of “I don’t believe you.” Is it too late to try that? Could I go up to her next time I pick up a package and say, “Hey, remember when you told me you enjoy giving blowjobs? Well what I should’ve told you is that I enjoy receiving blowjobs.” For some reason, I don’t think that will work as well in the daylight as it would’ve in her bedroom. Stupid!

What was worse was that I still had to see Rachel all the time. I had ordered so many packages just to have excuses to talk to her, and now they were all arriving. I thought about leaving them there to pile up, but I was afraid they’d be returned to sender after a few days, and they were actually kinda expensive. I tried to go when Rachel wouldn’t be there, but the package room was only open for limited hours and it seemed that Rachel was working all of them. So, there I was, three times a week, trying to ask my crush for a blowjob, while desperately trying to not talk to her at all for fear of ruining my chances at a second date. It was not going well.

“And so that’s why I think Next Generation is better than Deep Space Nine.” I found myself saying. I wasn’t sure how long I had been talking. Or how long I had been looking at Rachel’s cleavage instead of her face.

“I hear what you’re saying,” Rachel answered plainly. “But what I asked was whether you knew anything about thermodynamics and wave phenomena.”

“Oh.” I looked up into Rachel’s hazel eyes, which had clearly been watching me get lost in her tits. She seemed more amused than angry though. For the first time today, I noticed she had dyed her hair brown and styled it like Rachel McAdams’s character in Game Night. “Umm, well I.”

“Stop.” Rachel instructed me. “I think your soliloquies on nerd stuff are adorable, and I happen to agree about Picard being the better captain. But I don’t think either of us have time right now for you to try to answer me again with only half your brain working. So, I’m gonna assume that yes, you are good at physics and that yes, you would love to help me with my homework. 8:00 at my apartment again?”

I nodded silently, afraid that any big movements on my part might push the stars and planets out of alignment and I’d lose my second shot with Rachel.

“Great! By the way, my roommates will probably be home tonight, so get your mind out of the gutter before you come over. In fact, maybe give yourself a little stress relief at 7:30 so you can be ready to concentrate when you get to my place.”

I didn’t know what to make of that. I nodded silently again, took my package, and walked away from Rachel without a word. My awkwardness hurt me, but I thought it was safer than trying to be cool.

After pacing in the hall for three minutes, I knocked on Rachel’s door at 8:00 sharp. The door swung open and I found myself face to face with my crush, dressed down for a casual night of studying. She was wearing what looked like a short-sleeved, silk button-up shirt and matching silk pants. Both pieces were light grey, patterned with little Enterprises, Spock Hands, and the words “Boldly Go.” Rachel was barefoot and based on the way her nipples poked through the shirt, I guessed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Welcome! I’m so glad you’re here! There’s pizza in the kitchen, help yourself. Oh, these are my roommates: Stephanie and Isabelle.” As she led me into her apartment, Rachel gestured toward the living room sectional couch, where her roommates waved to me in turn.

Stephanie was tall, blonde, and beautiful. She looked like Alice Eve, but maybe 6'1". She even had heterochromia! She had the friendliest smile as she wiggled her fingers at me. Stephanie was wearing a tight yoga top and yoga pants.

Isabelle was short, brunette, and adorable. She looked like Penelope Cruz, but only 5'3". She seemed excited to see me as she waved frantically at me, before turning to laugh with Stephanie. Isabelle was wearing a sports bra and short gym shorts.

Both roommates were extremely fit. I seemed to remember Rachel mentioning that her roommates were both athletes on the school teams. I think Stephanie did some sort of track and field, and Isabelle was on the soccer team maybe?

Rachel caught me eyeing her roommates. I couldn’t help but remember what Rachel had let slip last time I was here: that her roommates had hooked up on that very couch they were sitting on now. Rachel jabbed me in the ribs. “Hey! It’s study time, remember?” Then quieter, so only I could hear her, “Did you take my advice about; stress relief?”

I spoke for the first time since entering the apartment. “I did, but I don’t know if it worked. I drank some herbal tea, I listened to some classical music, and I tried to breathe deeply. But I’m still pretty nervous around you.” I admitted.

Rachel stared at me dumbstruck. “That’s not…I meant…Okay, well, I guess we’ll just have to deal with it. Here, you sit here.” She directed me to a chair at the kitchen table, where I’d have my back to the roommates. Rachel sat down at a 90 degree angle from me. “This’ll be fine,” she continued. “We’re all here to study. They have exams coming up too. The little minxes aren’t even really lesbians; that was just a one-time, random, experimentation.” Rachel seemed to be rambling to herself now.

I could tell she was stressed about her physics class, so I gathered up my resolve, opened her book, and dove in.

We got through about an hour of studying, and I felt like we were making progress. But Rachel kept looking over my shoulder toward the living room. I started hearing giggles coming from that direction, but I tried to keep us on topic. My responsibility was to help Rachel; I couldn’t also worry about whatever her roommates were supposed to be studying.

My explanation of the Law of Conservation of Energy was interrupted once again by the sudden distinct snap of elastic against skin, a quick shriek, and another round of giggles. I started to turn to see what was going on in the living room, when Rachel grabbed my arm. “Don’t mind them. They’re doing this just to bother me.”

“Doing what just to bother you? It’s just difficult to concentrate with them here. What are they studying for?” I whispered to Rachel.

Rachel stared over my shoulder and answered without looking at me, “Anatomy, it seems like.”

“That’s an awful lot of giggling for study time.”

“They just love to distract me. And I think they’re excited to have you here to distract too.”

I tried to continue my explanation, but I couldn’t pull Rachel’s focus back to physics. “Do we need to take a break?” I asked her.

Rachel finally looked back at me, her hazel eyes gleaming. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I owe you. You’ve done me a favor; I think our agreement was that I’d do you a favor back?” My eyes darted quickly to Rachel’s chest as she began to unbutton her silk pajama top. As her 30G boobs came into view with her erect nipples staring into my eyes, I started to reach for one. “No, no, not tonight. Tonight, I’m doing you a favor.” And with that, Rachel slipped to her knees under the kitchen table.

Without the obligation to help Rachel study, I could focus more on the sounds coming from around the room. Behind me, I could hear the unmistakable sound of making out. I wasn’t sure where to look. On the one hand, I had a busty, now-brunette angel on her knees fiddling with my zipper. On the other hand, I needed to know what her not-lesbian roommates were doing to each other on that couch.

Rachel made my decision for me when her delicate hand slipped my cock out of my jeans and her tongue made contact with the base of my shaft. I had fantasized about this moment for too long and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. As Rachel suckled on the head of my dick, she grabbed my jeans and boxers and pulled them the rest of the way down my legs. She trailed her tongue down the underside of my shaft until her lips reached my balls. She sucked one in as she turned her attention to untangling my pants from my feet and tossing them aside. Free of that obstruction, Rachel shimmied forward until her knees were on the ground between my feet and then she really got to work.

Meanwhile, from behind me, I could hear moans of pleasure and the slurping of juices. I wondered who was eating whom, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rachel’s. She had one hand holding my knee for balance while the other hand twisted on the base of my dick. Her head bobbed up and down in my lap. Still, she never broke eye contact. Her mouth was so soft and warm and it felt luxurious. I loved watching my dick disappear between her bright red lips. Her lipstick left red smears all over my shaft. From one moment to the next, I cycled between disbelief at how deep she was taking me, doubt at my own memory of the previous moment, awe at the evidence of the lipstick stains around my base, and then euphoria as Rachel repeated her attack.

Rachel would build me up toward the verge of orgasm, but then stop before I hit the point of no return. She kept me as hard as I’d ever been and she seemed to know exactly where my limits were. Her eyes were watching mine and responding to every tiny reaction I gave. It was like she was tracking my heartbeat by watching the fluttering of my pupils.

From the living room, I could hear two distinct sets of moans building and building in concert with each other. When the sounds reached a crescendo of ecstasy, Rachel suddenly slammed her face down until her nose poked into my pelvis. She had my entire dick lodged in her throat, and I could feel her neck muscles massaging me and pulling my cum from me. With a groan, I came along with the two roommates I couldn’t see, depositing my load directly into Rachel’s throat.

When I’d finished ejaculating, Rachel slowly drew her mouth off my cock, cleaning it with her tongue along the way. She finally removed the head with a small pop. Rachel licked her lips and smiled at me. While still kneeling under the table, my half-hard dick still pointing half-heartedly at her face, Rachel looked up at me. “Delicious,” she declared simply. “I can tell you didn’t give yourself any stress relief before coming over here.” She blushed slightly. “Good job hanging on as long as you did.” She seemed nervous to admit, “Like I said, I love sucking cock. I hate when it’s over too quickly. I’m sorry about my roommates. They just love to spoil my fun.”

I heard giggling and turned finally to catch a glimpse of her roommates. The two of them were holding hands and running down the hall toward one of their bedrooms. I only saw their asses, but the view confirmed they played for one of the school teams.

Rachel got herself out from under the table, retrieved her shirt from I don’t know where, and began buttoning it back up. “I think we’ve done enough work for one night. Do you think you could finish up my homework for me? I understand it all a lot better now, and I just think filling it out would be a bit tedious.”

I nodded serenely.

“Great!” Rachel exclaimed. Next thing I knew, she was handing me my backpack and thanking me for my help tonight. I felt myself being pushed toward the exit, so I took my leave, grateful for the mind-blowing blowjob. “Maybe next time we can study at your place. I can be loud and distracting too. I’ll make you a king amongst your neighbors.” She shut the door behind me.

I stumbled off sheepishly toward my car, carrying my backpack. Tonight couldn’t have gone any better. Except, of course, I would’ve liked to have been sat in a different chair where I could’ve watched her roommates. Maybe I’ll request that next time. It wasn’t until I pulled into my parking lot at home that I realized I’d left my jeans and my boxers at Rachel’s.

By rtyuuioyuih1 for Literotica.

Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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'Oh yes. We'll make sure you have a fabulous time. I'm sure you'll be very much in demand tonight.'

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By jonnicat for Literotica.

Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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To be continued in part 4, by jonnicat for Literotica.

Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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To be continued in part 3, by jonnicat for Literotica.

Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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To be continued in part 4, by jonnicat for Literotica.

Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

After

She

In

In

But something was missing from all this exhibitionism; she craved more; Astrid wanted to go to the next level.

She

So

That

Astrid

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'You're

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'So pleased you came, Astrid,' he said, kissing her fully on the mouth.

'I haven't yet,' she grinned, echoing their initial banter that first night. 'But I'm sure I will later!'

'Oh yes. We'll make sure you have a fabulous time. I'm sure you'll be very much in demand tonight.'

They raised their champagne glasses and smiled at each other.

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One

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By jonnicat for Literotica.

Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Astrid knew it was time to act as old as she looked; she was ready to turn from adolescent dreamer to debutante temptress. Sure she had fooled around with a handful of boys from college but they were all fingers and thumbs -- she wanted a man with more experience now that she was eighteen-going-on-twenty-eight! Tinder was feeling like a waste of time and she wanted to fish in a new pool.

So the holiday on a Greek island felt like the opportunity she had been waiting for. She could already imagine lying half-naked by the pool showing off to all the men; wild evenings in a hot tavern or nightclub being pursued by hot guys, perhaps a lost afternoon in an olive grove or a night on the beach with a mysterious new lover... She would send messages and photos back to her best friend Amanda, who was even more naughty than Astrid, always teasing and daring her to do more.

She had finished packing, remembering to bring condoms, lubricating jelly and her sexiest panties! She imagined that her mother had no idea. She thinks I'm innocent! Not for long! She had even started to behave badly at the airport. While waiting in the departure lounge, sitting with her phone for company while her parents were busy reading, she saw that a well-dressed businessman had noticed her. Not surprising, she thought vainly -- she knew she was pretty. She was wearing her freshly washed brunette hair loose, a touch of rose-pink lipstick, and a bright summer dress which clung rather to her slim figure, showing the shape of her pert young breasts (covered only by a very flimsy cotton bra) and revealing most of her legs as she sat.

The man sat opposite her and pretended to look at his phone, but she saw his eyes repeatedly looking up to glimpse the young woman opposite. Once she smiled and he grinned back, knowing he had been busted, and not apparently caring, as he continued staring with a lascivious look. Better give him something to enjoy then, she thought. She subtly glimpsed to her side to make sure her parents were still engrossed in their reading, then looked across at the man. Reached one hand down to the hem of her dress, lifted it a fraction to reveal her knees and part of her thighs, then slowly crossed one leg over the other, aware that by doing so she would surely show quite a lot of leg and perhaps a glimpse of the white underwear below, up between her athletic long legs. It worked: she saw his eyes widen with a mixture of disbelief and delight, his mouth opening slightly in pleasant surprise. He retained his composure, but she could see the effect she had, and it gave her a thrill. She smiled at the businessman, a cheeky sultry smile, she imagined.

Moments later he stood up and walked away; she watched him head to the loos and imagined he would go into a cubicle and jerk himself off while thinking of her, driving him crazy with a flash of her knickers! She believed she could have any man she wanted if she led them on in the right way. And there would surely be more at the resort.

When they arrived at the hotel Astrid was pleased that her single room was not next to her parents', just along the same corridor. And it had a view over the hotel pool, two floors below. She had gone straight to the small private balcony and looked down at the crowds below, eager to join the sunbathing and whatever else was going to happen. The balcony was separated from the one next door only by a low railing; she wondered who would be in the next room. They had agreed to unpack, change, then meet to go down to the pool, so she quickly emptied her suitcase onto the bed and selected a white bikini with dark blue edging around the top and briefs, which tied at the sides.

But before putting it on she felt she had to check herself out in the mirror: even though she was young, slim and athletic, she still felt self-conscious and pale. Time to get a tan and feel warm sun on her body! She pulled off the dress, lifted the bra over her head and pulled down her panties. Then faced the mirror, naked. Like most of her friends she kept herself clean-shaven below and she now admired her small pert breasts and bare cunny, already wondering how soon she might let a man see her like this. She suppressed a brief feeling of nervous youth and told herself she was a hot young woman, fit enough to be confident and bold. She struck a pose, one hand on her waist, the other playing with her hair. She practiced her sultry stare and mouth-slightly-open pout, holding her body straight and proud. Fuck, if I was a bloke I'd fancy me! She thought.

She remembered her first sexual feelings -- experienced not with a boy but with her closest friend at boarding school, Amanda. They had egged each other on during term-time nights in the dorm and at sleepovers, every time becoming more daring. They did not feel ready to let a boy touch them but they wanted to know how it felt, so they had gone a little further each time, from hugs and tickling to light fondling and eventually their first kiss, a soft tender memory of the smooth touch of an adolescent girl and the thrill they both got from it. It wasn't long before they were caressing nipples and stroking each other's pussies, learning about each other and themselves, yearning for more. And soon they had discovered how to let boys give them the same thrills, and enjoyed teasing them on snapchat and webcams. But now it was time to find a more mature man to tease and use...

Astrid put on her bikini, checked herself out once more in the mirror, quickly took a selfie to send to Amanda later, then grabbed her beach towel and phone and set off to see what fun she could find at this large resort -- surely there would be opportunities here. The pool was surrounded by sun loungers and chairs, mostly taken, but it was late afternoon and some people were starting to leave, so they quickly found places. As they took their loungers she noticed a couple next to them, the pale woman lying face-down, sunbathing, the well-tanned man reading a book -- or pretending to, for surely he had noticed the lithe young beauty arrive nearby. She looked over as discreetly as she could and was sure she saw his eyes drifting toward her. He had dark hair and was wearing bright swimming trunks. As she looked she thought she saw him smile -- a flash of white teeth. She felt slightly nervous, but pleased by the attention.

As she turned to adjust the lounger so that she would be able to sit upright she imagined he would be staring at her backside, her firm buttocks barely covered by the thin material. She felt a warm thrill deep inside, the stirring of the desire to be admired, the power of attracting a man to her. So she took her time, bending over and fiddling with the chair to show off her long legs and athletic buttock muscles. Even if he wasn't ogling her, she liked the feeling of parading her wares at the poolside: someone would see her, surely.

And as she finally lay down, glancing briefly towards him and grinning, she quickly rubbed her hands over her bikini top, as if to adjust it, but really to draw attention to her small but shapely chest, and enjoying the sensation of fingertips on her nipples. She had pulled the briefs very tight and knew they were showing her cunny lips and slit.

For a moment she looked the other way, then suddenly turned her eyes back at him. He was staring directly at her. Busted! She grinned coquettishly, then lay back on the lounger, pretending to sunbathe. She tried to arch her back slightly to make her pubis show more, imagining he could see the little mound and camel-toe, covered only by the flimsy briefs. She felt a stronger urge now, a stirring in her loins, blood rushing to her cunny, her muscles inside starting to react. And she knew she was getting wet down there. She spread her legs slightly and opened her eyes. Yes he was still glancing over, she was sure.

She felt an ache now, knowing she was getting wet, resisting the urge to touch herself, to stroke her cunny through the soft material. Instead she moved a hand down to her thigh and discreetly stroked herself there, as if to point to her core, to give him a message that her body would be ready if they had half a chance! She glanced down at herself and noticed a wet patch appearing between her cunny lips, seeping through the bikini. Oops, time to go in the pool! And anyway by now she was hot from the sun.

When she stood and walked to the water's edge she did her best model-style walk, holding herself straight and tall, her long legs keeping a tight straight line, her slim hips moving slightly. And as she passed the man she gave a quick look directly at him, smiled, and stuck just the tip of her tongue from the corner of her mouth, as if to lick her lips. Then she made a show of climbing down the ladder into the pool, with one last glimpse as her head went below the edge of the pool. Yes he was watching. And he was getting up from his lounger! Coming to the pool too. She felt a moment's nervousness and ducked under the cool water. But as her head came up for air, her confidence was restored. She still felt brazen. Her cunny was still hot and wet and her nipples were hard.

She swam to the edge of the infinity pool and leaned back against the side, her arms behind her head, leaving her body to float freely. He was swimming closer! He started to swim by, but stopped in the middle of the water, facing her, only a couple of strokes away. She saw him stare at her, more blatantly now, admiring her face and breasts, no doubt. She smiled and arched her body up to show it off, bringing her legs up to the surface to float in front of him. He watched as her legs spread, then he dived, disappearing down in front of her. She let her legs fall down into the water. She could see his body below the surface, his head edging closer to her legs. Surely he was watching her down there!

Then he came to the surface and gave an enquiring look, raising his eyebrows as if to ask was there anything to see? And she loved the attention. How easy it had been to attract someone and how good it felt to be free to offer herself to him, should she choose to. She felt more horny than before, and more daring. She imagined telling Amanda and how lame it might sound if all she did was splash around in front of him. And so she decided to be more bold.

Next time he ducked under the water and she could see his dark hair as his head approached her body, she reached down under the water, placed one hand directly on her bikini briefs, right in the center and rubbed herself upwards, her middle finger tracing through the now transparent material the outline of her widening slit. Then she turned round and reached her fingertips quickly to the edge of the panties and pulled them down, exposing her pert white buttocks to the man whose face was now so close.

He came up for air, swam quickly by her, just close enough to whisper: 'Very nice. Show me more'. He swam back a little away from her and grinned as she turned to face him. She made sure no one was watching then licked her lips and indicated with one finger that he should dive below in front of her and look again. She saw his shape in the water below, closer and closer. And then when she could see he was really close in front of her she pulled the briefs down to her knees and let him admire her naked young cunny and wide thigh gap, distinct against the pool tiles behind. She was turned on by showing him and wondered where this would lead.

He resurfaced, swam close again and whispered, 'Meet me at the beach hut at midnight.' Then he swam away and returned to his poolside seat.

Astrid pulled her bikini briefs up again, briefly slipping a finger inside her cunny, delighted at how wet she was. Then she swam back to the edge of the pool and returned to the lounger and lay face down to relish in her daydreams what had just happened. Dare she go to meet this man on the beach at night?

Astrid was still turned on by the thrill of flashing herself at the airport, then exposing her nudity to the horny man at the hotel pool and seducing the guy in the next room. This was going to be a wild vacation!

Back in her room later she took a long warm shower, soaping herself all over, relishing the feeling of her warm soft fingers as they gently rubbed between the legs, imagining for a moment they belonged to the mature guy from the pool -- or anyone. Soon she would let someone take her, that she had decided. Her hard little body was aching to be taken and she knew she would start showing it off again at any opportunity.

She dried herself with the soft towel then put on a skimpy white sun-dress and lay on her bed, wondering whether she would dare go out to the beach at midnight to meet the man from the pool, whether she could wait until then, or better to 'help herself' now. She lay for a while, playing with her hair and caressing herself. She wished her best friend Amanda had come with her. But no, she would find plenty to turn her on without her sex-mad buddy. She had an hour before she was supposed to join her parents at the poolside bar for the rest of the evening. Just time for a quick bit of self-service, she thought.

At the center of the ceiling above her bed was a light fitting; she imagined it had a hidden camera and that all the security guys were watching her. Time to put on a show! She stretched out her legs, keeping them closed together. Her skimpy dress had ridden up to her bikini line so her naked cunny was completely exposed. She looked up and grinned, imagined them watching, looking down at the slim young body, the beautiful shaven slit between the smooth cunny lips. She rubbed her small breasts through the scant material, making her nipples go hard. Then she unhooked the thin straps from her shoulders, pulling it down to bare her breasts. She caressed them lovingly, eyes closed, fingertips pressing the nipples until they were pointing up.

Now she could feel the wetness below. Time to put those fingers to better use! She licked the fingers of her right hand and slowly edged it down between her legs. Stretching out the middle finger she placed the hand onto her mound. Almost immediately the cunny lips spread and she opened her legs a little. One finger slipped inside, just for an instant into her wetness, then she traced it upwards to her swelling clit. Lightly she fingered herself: slow, expert, flicking gently side to side, feeling juices surging inside her. She moaned as the pressure grew, the first wave deep inside, swelling with the flow of blood to her core. Again she imagined all the guys watching, wanting to turn them on.

Then she pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the juices oozing out, using her thumb to rub her clit again -- hard, soft, fast, slow -- until she could not hold back any more, and with a louder moan and arching her back she let herself go and felt the orgasmic wave run through her. With one last thrust and flick the fingers brought her to a hard climax and she squirted her warm honey juices out all over the sheets. She sighed, pulled off the dress and lay back, naked. She looked up at the light fitting, grinned, then lay her arms at her sides, as if in surrender, her young body fully offered up, its proud young cunny oozing juices and wanting more. She wished all the guys watching could come and join her now, to fill her and cover her with cum.

She heard a noise at the window. Looking over, she saw a young man's face at the glass. Must be the guy from the next room, having climbed over the balcony railing. Had he been watching? She saw him grin and knew he had seen that she had caught him out watching her, but he didn't retreat and she didn't move. Instead she sat up and quickly pulled the sheet up to cover her lower body, then lifted her arm to beckon him in. He looked unsure, but she indicated with one finger for him to come in. So he slid open the balcony door and walked in. He was older than her, she guessed, but not much -- a student perhaps. Still, she wanted to see what fun she could have with him, even if she sent him away with nothing more than a cheap thrill.

He was bare-chested, wearing tight shorts and apparently nothing else -- she could see the bulge of his young cock. Temporarily sated, she didn't want that inside her now, but she wanted to see it anyway. She picked up her phone and readied it to take a photo. 'If you want me, show me what you've got.' He grinned. She knew that could have backfired: she could have scared him off; but it seemed to turn him on. She pointed the phone and nodded her head. He stepped closer and reached down to the waistband. She started taking a rapid series of pictures as he began to pull down his shorts, imagining giving Amanda the series later, perhaps -- proof that she already snared a guy on the first day. As he pulled down the pants she saw the tip of his cock appear, then more, then more -- he was fully shaven around the area, as most young guys seemed to be. Suddenly the whole cock sprang free and fell out forwards, as if pointing at her. It wasn't very long but she knew she could make it bigger. She had decided what to do with it and reached out to pull him down on the bed. She took another photo, then a few more with her hand around it, her fingers stroking it, fingertips stroking the pre-cum from the hole then licking her finger.

'Take some pics of me,' Astrid commanded. He clumsily took the phone, then pointed it at her face. But she had moved. She leaned down over him and placed her face just above his groin. She looked up and grinned, seeing him touch the phone screen to take some more. Amanda had said she wanted 'proof': this would be it. She licked the tip of the fast-hardening cock, briefly taking its tip inside her lips. But she felt it quiver immediately. Oh no you don't, she thought, you're not splurging in my mouth that quickly! She moved away and told him to put the phone down and lie flat.

As he lay, he reached over to her breasts, gently stroking them. Next she positioned herself next to his supine body and played with his cock as it gently throbbed. She reached down to her wet cunny, wiped her hand inside until it was soaked with her juices, then wrapped it around the stem of the hardness and began lubricating it. She knew it wouldn't take much to make him come, but she had had enough of him for now, so she stroked him up and down, harder and faster, then slowly caressing the smooth tip with her fingertips, feeling the thing going out of control. Just a few more strokes, she sensed. He moaned and she increased the pace, squeezing and rubbing up and down, sensing him tremble until -- yes! -- she did it: the firm young cock twitched and throbbed once more and the first spurt of white juice shot out; then another, higher. She pulled again. More cum squirted out, up into the air, spattering a few drops onto her face and chest, but mostly falling down over her fingers as she squeezed the last drops out.

She stood up, picked up his shorts from the floor. 'Right, now get out. I might invite you back if you're lucky!' He stood and took the shorts. 'Go on,' she continued as he hurriedly dressed. 'But keep an eye on that balcony -- if I leave a pair of red panties out there that means you can come in again.' He nodded and sheepishly slid out onto the balcony and back to his room. She grinned, then went to find her phone and send some messages and photos to Amanda. Her friend was amused and impressed but demanded more. 'I want more proof! u need to proper fuck someone. Wanna see cum dripping from your honey cunny!' Astrid's reply was 'omg u serious?!' But the truth was it only excited her more and she was determined to live up to the challenge. She wondered if the older guy would really be on the beach waiting for her at midnight. That could be a good session to take snaps of -- proof that she could seduce an older guy too.

Finally it was time to go down to the bar for the evening -- and time to find another guy to expose herself to, surely.

Astrid knew, even without much of a tan, that wearing a short white off-the-shoulder top would draw attention, and just to make sure she paired it with a short white skirt. Her hair was loose and she wore heels. And sure enough as she walked through the bar, a couple of steps behind her parents, she noticed a few men's heads turn. The tall slim young woman in a skimpy white top and short skirt dancing around her upper thighs could not fail to attract admirers, especially as she was wearing only a tiny thong underneath, keen to tease and show off her taut young buttocks and pert breasts.

She caught one handsome middle aged man following her with his eyes while his wife was busy looking at her phone. Astrid gave the man a subtle grin as she passed, loving the attention and excited to do more. She just knew he was checking her out from behind, and that it wouldn't take much to imagine her nude. She felt a tingle inside as she began to anticipate flirting and exhibiting herself again. She relished the idea of using her sexy young body to drive men wild. She felt like she wanted to tease every guy in the room until they were all desperate to fuck her.

The seat she chose at the side of the bar was next to her parents but separate, so that as they spoke to each other she was free to work the room from her chair, which was almost opposite the man who had been checking her out. She knew he was watching as she sipped her tequila sunrise so she made a show of licking her lips and sucking the straw. She smiled as she caught him staring, loving the thrill and sense of power making her bolder. Next she slowly began to spread her legs, certain he could see in between her thighs, up her little skirt to her crotch, where the white triangle of her panties must surely be visible. She felt herself getting wetter, horny, impatient. Next she stood up, made sure he was watching then turned round so that he could see her from behind. She made a show of leaning over as if to pick up something from the chair seat, knowing her short skirt must give a great view of her pert buttocks and the thin white strip of the thong, perhaps even the little bulge of her cunny lips, tightly wrapped by the soft material.

She went to the ladies, passing by his chair and licking her lips again as she went by. She was now quite wet and felt an urge to relieve herself. In the cubicle she pulled down her skirt and pulled off the underwear then set about fingering herself, rubbing her swelling clit and stroking her cunny until she felt the first wave of orgasm pulsing through her. She rubbed harder, using her fingertips to stimulate herself to the point of no return, arching her back and moaning gently as she came, bursts of juices squirting out through her fingers and down her legs. When she was done she pulled her skirt back up and scrunched the soaking panties into her hand.

As she walked back through the bar she saw he was still there and the seat next to him was empty - his wife must have gone to the loo or the bar or to their room. So she walked slowly past his seat, glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then dropped her wet thong into his lap, grinning wickedly at him.

Once she sat down again and saw him look over and smile, she spread her legs again to show him her naked hairless cunny, grinning as his eyes widened. He stood up and her heart missed a beat - was he going to come over? But he just discreetly beckoned her with a finger and walked out of the bar, as if to go for a smoke outside. She made an excuse to her parents and left the room too.

She found him on the path down to the pool where there was a dark recess where the hotel stored some of the poolside furniture at night. He moved into the shadows and signaled her to follow. She quickly joined him there and walked up close. He was about to speak but she put a finger in his lips and whispered 'Just take me. Now!'

They kissed hard and his hands were all over her, grasping her buttocks and fondling her small breasts through the thin material. She reached down and undid his belt and zip then reached inside his trousers and took his hard cock in her fingers. He slid his hands under her tiny skirt and caressed her cunny lips, slipping his fingertips into the wetness.

Suddenly he turned her round and placed her against the wall. She spread her legs and felt juices seeping out as she braced herself. She didn't want to know him and was pleased he just wanted to fuck her there. Moments later she felt the tip of his cock enter her. It was smooth and firm and easily opened her up. By now she was aching to feel it inside and he was losing control, wanting only to take this fine young body for his pleasure. And then he just thrust deep inside, making her gasp and shudder, moving his hardness in deeper and harder, throbbing and thrusting into her wet cunny. She felt a shiver and thrill as another orgasm came and her warm juices flowed over the long hard member up inside her. And then she felt it throb uncontrollably and heard him moan as he pushed right up inside and spurted his load into her, thrusting several times as he emptied himself inside her.

Astrid loved the thrill of being taken at last, especially in this furtive anonymous way. The man gave her a kiss and thanked her, but quickly left her to go back to his seat in the bar. She had to go back to the restroom to wash herself out, so that she wouldn't be walking back into the bar with cum and juices pouring down her legs!

Back in the bar, she saw him again and they gave each other secretive grins as she started thinking about the next seduction or exposure -- it seemed that every sexual moment only made her appetite grow more. And then she saw the older guy from the pool -- the first one she had exposed her naked cunny and breasts too -- pleased that he had reappeared and might really be around later for the secret rendezvous on the beach. She blew him a kiss and he motioned to his wristwatch and gave her a discreet thumbs-up.

Astrid knew this would be a hell of a night, giving herself to two men (at least!) and planning to send photos of herself to her friend to prove her exhibitionist credentials. What a pleasure it was to be a sexy young woman with a fine body and the power to seduce men apparently at will. The thought made her wet again and she was becoming impatient for the midnight beach encounter.

To be continued in part 2, by jonnicat for Literotica.

Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

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by ron de for Literotica.

Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

It's amazing how much time you have once you retire. You have nowhere to be at any certain time and no people you just have to be there to meet. You have no deadlines and no tasks that absolutely have to be done before the corporate visit on Tuesday. It's like a curtain between you and your life has been lifted and you can see yourself doing what you always wanted to do.

That's what I thought I was going to see when I cleaned out my desk and went to the retirement party at my office. It was exciting to know that no longer would my life be dictated by some corporate edict or some problem that had to be solved right now if the entire business wasn't going to immediately collapse.

It was just that way for about a month. I could stay up late or go to bed early depending upon how I felt. I could watch movies on cable any time I wanted instead of falling asleep in the middle when watching at night. I could do anything I wanted to do; except after a month I didn't know what that was because I'd already done everything I could think of doing. There was a reason for that, and the reason started bothering me because of George Mills.

I was one of those guys who worked twelve hours a day at my office and then worked another couple hours at home. George was one of those guys too. George lasted six months after he retired before keeling over in his neighbor's back yard and croaking. It was at his funeral I realized George had never said anything about any hobbies or anything except work. He even had a complete set of work files in his home office that he kept updated to the current information so he could work at home. His wife said George had a heart attack, but I figured George had just given up because without his job, he had no reason to keep living.

I didn't want to go down that same road, but it looked like that was where I was headed. After a month, it was hard to get out of bed, shower and shave, and then get dressed. Other than a weekly trip to the grocery store for some frozen dinners and some beer, I just sat in my house. It was still winter, and when spring finally made the grass grow, I'd have to mow about once a week, but that was all I had to look forward to.

When I got home from George's funeral, I sat down and took stock of where I was in life. My list was both encouraging and a little dissappointing.

The worst mistake I'd made was marrying Marsha when I was twenty and still in college. It was a time we were both studying hard during the week and playing hard on the weekends. When we graduated, me with a degree in engineering and Marsha with a degree in finance, it was still good for the first couple of years. After that, the marriage went downhill pretty fast.

It wasn't a money problem because we were both making good salaries. The problem was me. I know that. I couldn't stop working, even on the weekends, but Marsha wanted to go out and have fun on those weekends. She finally started going out by herself and in the process, met a guy who didn't work all day, every day, and then come home and work at night too. After the second year, we had a serious talk and decided to split and go our separate ways. Marsha didn't want anything from me, so other than spending about two months salary on a lawyer in case she changed her mind, it didn't cost me anything except my time and a lot of soul searching.

That soul searching led me to realize I probably wasn't going to change relative to my work habits, so another woman probably was going to work out the same way. I dated a little at first, but it never worked out because there was always some important project I had to finish. After I canceled a date or two, she'd tell me she had already made other plans. I finally stopped trying.

All that work did get me a rapid rise in my company, then a higher paying job at another, and then another until by the age of sixty, I wasn't a millionaire, but I had enough in the bank I didn't have to work to live comfortably. I'd bought and paid for a pretty nice house, drove a new car every couple of years, and in general was pretty happy with my life.

I retired that year thinking I was young enough I'd still have time to catch up with everything I'd missed. What I ended up being was lost with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I needed some way to occupy my time or I was going to end up like George.

One afternoon, I was sitting on my couch and watching a travel show about national parks when I thought maybe I had an answer to my problem.

After a lot of thought, I'd figured out that work had given me three things I needed to be happy - something to plan for, something to do to follow that plan, and a way to keep learning. I'd looked at a bunch of hobbies other people enjoy, but none of them really interested me. They either required a lot of equipment and space or took a long time to learn. Watching about national parks was a different story. All I needed to go to a national park was me and I didn't need to learn anything first. I'd learn just by going there.

How to travel was the next question. Though my job had required flying a lot, I never liked it. I always felt like I was trapped in an aluminum tube and couldn't do anything to help myself is something happened. Driving wasn't that way. If I wanted to stop to look at something, I could stop. If I was hungry, I could get something to eat. If I was tired, no matter what time of day, I could just pull into a hotel and get a room.

After a little figuring of costs, it looked like traveling around to parks might be fun, but it would be pretty expensive what with the cost of hotel rooms and eating out all the time. There was also the problem of my house. I couldn't just leave it empty for a month at a time, and a month is about what it would take to get to and back from some of the parks I found that interested me. I was driving back from grocery shopping one afternoon when the answer pulled up beside me.

The motorhome looked huge, but the driver wasn't having any trouble negotiating the traffic. It just took longer to change lanes and a lot longer to accelerate. All I knew about motorhomes was that you could live in them, so I started doing some investigating on the internet. What I found convinced me this was the answer to most of my problems.

I looked at several types, and decided the type they call "Class A" was what I wanted. I didn't need to be able to sleep six people, but they were big enough they wouldn't feel like living in a closet and they were really nice inside. They all had heaters for winter and air conditioning for summer, and even though most campsites had receptacles for electricity, the big motorhomes had on-board generators for power. I could park it anywhere and still have all the comforts of home.

There were a lot of them for sale within a hundred miles of me, so I took several trips to look at different makes and models. I knew I wanted one less than forty feet long, because my research found out that some states and some campsites have a length limit of forty feet.

After looking at a lot and driving a few, I decided a Thor Challenger was what I wanted. It had everything I could ever want plus some. The driver's seat and passenger's seat were more like living room chairs than car seats. It had a little kitchen with a microwave, a two burner propane stove, and a sink. I only needed one bathroom, but it came with two and they weren't really much smaller than the bathroom in most apartments. One had a shower, and one had a tub with shower.

It was roomy on the inside too, thanks to three sections that extended a few feet once it was parked and leveled. Those extensions made it possible to have a king-size bed in the main bedroom and a double bed in the living area that folded up into a couch for the wide-screen television set on the opposite wall. It had a surprising amount of closet space too, and the kitchen had room to store pots and pans and a small pantry.

One thing I really liked was the full size refrigerator. A lot of the smaller RV's had tiny little refrigerators. I didn't want to be grocery shopping every day. The damned thing also had three television sets all cable ready - one in the master bedroom, one across from the couch, and one on the outside under the electrically extended patio awning.

It had power everything, including a system that self-leveled it when parked. I didn't realize I needed that until the salesman explained that most campsites aren't level, so without it, I'd be jacking it up level by hand.

The price he quoted me was just shy of two-hundred thousand, but I'd expected that and I had a plan. If I was driving all over the US, I wouldn't need my house, and my house would more than pay for the Thor and still leave quite a bit to add to my travel cash. A month later, I sold my house and everything the Thor already had that I didn't need two of. After I picked up the Thor and temporarily parked it at a local campsite, I was ready to start except for my car.

I'd seen a lot of cars towed behind motorhomes, but I really didn't see the need. Most grocery stores have huge parking lots, so I could just drive the Thor to a Walmart and get my groceries before I parked for the night. It took another week to sell my car.

The day after the check for my car cleared, I emptied the black water tanks, filled the clean water tank, and then drove to a gas station. Seeing the dollars add up when I filled the eighty gallon fuel tank was a bit of a shock, but I'd figured the fuel cost into my travel budget. The Thor was supposed to average about seven miles to the gallon, so fuel would still be cheaper than driving my car, eating every meal in a restaurant, and paying for hotel rooms.

It was June by then and the days were warming up in the northern states, so my plan was to head North from Nashville and drive across Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Washington and then turn South. Depending upon how long that took, I'd go South for the winter through California, then turn East and drive to Florida. That plan was pretty flexible. I wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere.

I'd already seen as much of Chicago as I wanted, so I bypassed it and headed into Wisconsin.

I didn't push my schedule. Driving time was from about nine in the morning until three in the afternoon. Then I'd start looking for an RV campsite on the GPS unit. The point was to enjoy the drive and I did. Sitting up so high, I could see for miles ahead of me, and I could also look down into the cars that passed me.

Just watching the country change was worth the drive. It was relaxing just driving along and watching the fields and forests go by and watching the other people in their cars. Sometimes, those people weren't really relaxing. The first day, I realized what I'd read about what truckers saw was true.

The rear facing camera on the Thor had picked up the black SUV when it passed the semi behind me except it didn't just pass. It pulled up to go around the semi, but slowed to the truck's speed for about thirty seconds before driving on toward me.

When it got closer, in my side mirror I could see a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat. When it passed me, it did the same thing as when it passed the truck. When the SUV was even with my side window, it started pacing me When I looked down into the passenger window, there was a woman sitting there, only she wasn't just sitting. She was slumped down and her top was unbuttoned and pulled away from her naked breasts, and those breasts were pretty impressive.

She looked up a me, grinned, and then lifted her breasts and sort of wobbled them up and down. Then she licked her lips, took a nipple in the fingers of each hand and pulled her big breasts into long cones. As the SUV accelerated, she smiled and waved.

Well, that was pretty weird, I thought, but it was just the start. I never realized there were so many women who apparently like showing themselves to complete strangers. There weren't hundreds, but over the next few weeks if I was driving past a large city on a weekend, I'd see at least one. I saw more bare breasts than I'd ever seen outside of movies on cable.

There were also a couple who were covered on top but naked from the waist down and obviously masturbating. One was even completely naked. As that sedan drove along beside me for almost a minute and the woman worked her fingers in and out, she looked up at me and pursed her lips in a kiss. Right before the sedan drove on, the driver reached over and pinched her left nipple, the woman's mouth opened in a little "O" shape and she arched up as far as the seat belt would let her and her thighs started to quiver.

Well, I might have been sixty, but I wasn't immune to what a naked woman can do to a man. Some of those women were young, but most seemed to be more mature, mature enough I'd have loved meeting them and wouldn't have felt like I was screwing some college girl. Most were with a man so I figured he was into showing off his wife or girlfriend and might not mind sharing her. There were a couple where the driver was a woman too, and I wondered if they were both into the exhibitionist thing and if they both might like a little sack time with an agreeable guy.

I would have been more than agreeable to both those little fantasies. It had been a long time since I'd slept with a woman, but I hadn't lost the urge. It was my damned job that stopped me from trying. I never met any women except the women at work and they were all married or too young. Oh, there were the checkout girls at the grocery store. Most of them weren't married, but they were even younger than the women at my job. Most looked young enough they were probably still in high school.

The first night I pulled into a camping spot was also interesting and made me think I'd chosen the right way to spend my time. I'd leveled the Thor and was hooking up my electric, black water and clean water connections when a guy walked up with two beers, handed me one, and said "Hi. Haven't seen you before. Where you from?"

That night, I found out a lot of the people at RV campgrounds know each other. I thought my idea of living in an RV all the time was probably unique, but a lot of people were doing the same thing. They'd hook up at an RV camp from time to time and share stories of what they'd seen and done. It was almost like there was an extended family of RV campers out there. By the time we all went back to our RV's for bed, it was almost midnight and I'd made a bunch of new friends. Well, truth be told, they were the first actual friends I'd had in a long time. I'd worked with a lot of people but was too busy to make friends with any of them.

Most were about my age and were making the best of their retirement by seeing the US. While some still had permanent homes somewhere, for many their motor home was the only home they had. They'd plan their trip to be at a daughter or son's home for the holidays, but other than that, they lived, as one woman told me, "Free as when we were twenty and just married with no kids."

As I motored through Wisconsin and then into North Dakota, I kept seeing a few of the same people, and I met a lot more when I parked for the night. It was always the same. I'd pull into my spot and hook up. While I was doing that, somebody would walk over to say hello and invite me to spend some time with them.

Most of the RV parks also had tent camping sites, but those were usually used by younger couples, often with kids along once the schools let out. I like kids, but I also like quiet, so I usually asked for a site some distance away from the tent spots.

One afternoon when I was rolling through Fargo, North Dakota it was raining like hell, and I mean raining so hard my windshield wipers were barely keeping up. I'd seen the weather forecast and knew that was probably going to happen, so I'd called ahead for a reservation and booked it with my credit card. It was a good thing I had, because when I pulled into the campground, there was only one spot left and that spot was next to the tent sites.

After pulling onto the pad, I leveled the Thor and ran out the extensions but didn't go out to hook anything up. My holding tanks were far from full and I had most of the 150 gallons of fresh water left in the water tank. The generator came to life when I started it so I had electricity for everything.

The rain let up about half an hour later while I was deciding what I was going to have for dinner. It was then, a Jeep Wrangler drove into the tent site beside me. A woman got out, opened the back, and pulled out a bag. In the bag was a tent, and she started setting it up. It wasn't a big tent like the families I'd seen using, but it was big enough it was taking her a while.

She had the back poles in place and was working on the poles at the entrance when it started raining again. In less than a minute, I figured she was soaked through to the skin and she still didn't have the tent so it would stand up by itself. She wasn't going to get it to stand up either. The wind that blew in the rain wasn't especially strong, but the tent was acting like the sail on a sailboat and it was obvious she wasn't strong enough to control it.

I opened the side door on the Thor and yelled, "Hey, there. You're not getting anywhere. Come inside until this rain blows over".

She looked up, gave me a funny look, but then ran over to the door and stepped inside. She said, "Thanks. I thought I could get my tent up before it started raining again, but I was getting drenched out there", then chuckled.

"I think I better just stand here until it quits or I'll drip all over your floor."

I didn't quite know what to say because she was the first woman I'd met in anything resembling a social environment in years. All I could do for a few seconds was look at her.

She wasn't the young girl I'd expected to see. She looked about my age or maybe a little younger but I could see a few strands of sliver in her wet brunette hair. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt that were both soaked through, and that wet T-shirt was sort of stuck to the bra holding her big breasts. When she smiled at me, I snapped out of my trance.

"No, the floor is vinyl and it'll mop up just fine. Come on inside and dry off".

She frowned at me.

"No, thank you, unless your wife has a robe or something I can wear."

I figured when I said I wasn't married, she'd think the worst and leave. I didn't want her to do that.

"Ma'am, I'm not married, but I might be able to find something you could wear. I think you have a bigger problem than that though. You didn't get your tent set up so it'll be as wet on the inside as on the outside. You don't have anyplace to sleep even if it does stop raining."

She frowned at me again.

"I can sleep in my Jeep, thank you. I've done it before and it didn't kill me."

"What about eating? I don't think you're going to be able to start a fire or light a stove in the rain."

She cocked her head.

"Are you asking me to spend the night with you?"

"No, I'm just offering you a dry place to sleep, right here on my couch by yourself, and something hot to eat. Oh; and something to wear until your clothes dry out or you can get some dry ones."

She was still looking at me with her head cocked to one side, so I tried to explain myself.

"Ma'am, I've only been doing this for a few weeks, but one thing I've learned is most of the campers are friendly people who help each other out. That's all I'm trying to do. I'm not trying to suggest anything else."

She looked at me for what had to be a minute, but then she smiled.

"I guess it would be a lot nicer here than outside in my Jeep. Thank you for making the offer. I don't know what you'd have that I could wear though. Maybe a shirt would work, but you're a lot taller than me and my; well, I'm bigger in other places than you are, so your clothes aren't gonna fit me at all."

I smiled, both because I'd evidently convinced her I wasn't a serial killer and because for some reason I was happy she was going to stay.

"I think I might have something that will work. Come on back to the bathroom and I'll get you a couple towels. You can take a shower if you want. If you do, I'll have to give you some soap and shampoo. I never use this bathroom. I use the one in my bedroom, so this one doesn't have anything in it."

"You have two bathrooms?"

"Well, yeah. It came that way."

She grinned.

"A shower would feel pretty nice. I'm starting to get cold."

I got a fresh bar of soap and my bottle of shampoo, and picked up a washcloth and two towels from the cabinet in my bath. Then I searched the little dresser and found the pair of sweat pants I'd bought when I thought I was going to start running every night after work but never did. They still had the store tag on them. I found a chambry shirt in my closet that would be way too big but would at least cover her, and then took it all into the second bathroom.

She was standing there looking in the mirror, and laughed when I came in.

"I can see why you made the offer. You feel sorry for me because I look like I've been half drowned."

I put all the stuff on the little vanity.

"You'll feel a lot better once you get dried off. While you're doing that, I'll go see what I have that we can eat."

After I heard the shower start running I looked in my freezer to see what I had that would serve two. Frozen stuff was all I had because I was only using my microwave. That was easier than cooking and I didn't have anything to wash except my silverware. I found two frozen dinners that were the same. Why that mattered to me I don't know, but it did. I hoped she liked beef and noodles with broccoli. I had beer and soft drinks, so I hoped she liked one or the other.

It took her about half an hour to get showered and dressed, and when she came out she was frowning.

"I look like a bag lady, but I guess that can't be helped. You don't happen to have a comb do you? Maybe if I do something with my hair it'll look better."

Well, she didn't look like any bag lady I'd ever seen. Her hair was wet and kind of stringy looking, but what she was doing to my shirt and my sweatpants was pretty fantastic. My chest size is 38 and I don't have much belly fat so I usually buy trim fit shirts. Even though she wasn't wearing a bra, she'd not been able to button the top two buttons and the third button looked like it was under some strain. Sweatpants usually don't really fit anybody, but her wide hips and small waist made my sweats look like they were made for her.

She saw me staring and smiled.

"If you're done staring at me, would you have a comb?"

I'd bought a package of combs when I stocked the Thor, and in the package was one of those big combs I remembered my ex using sometimes. I gave it to the woman and she went back into the bathroom.

When she came out, her hair did look better. It still wasn't dry, but it wasn't just wet strings hanging down to her shoulders. She saw me staring again, and frowned.

"If it wasn't still raining so hard, I'd go get my hair dryer out of my Jeep. I don't normally look like this, at least not when other people can see me. I guess you'll just have to put up with me looking this bad."

I tried to put her at ease.

"Ma'am, you don't look bad at all so I won't be putting up with anything. I'm glad I could help you out. That's all I wanted to do, by the way, and nothing else."

She smiled.

"That's what all men say. We'll see. Could you stop with the Ma'am thing though? My name's Tracey, Tracey McMannus. What should I call you?"

I liked her smile and found myself smiling back. I walked over and held out my hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Tracey. I'm Pete Holmes. I uh; I found us something to eat if you like beef noodles and broccoli."

Tracey didn't say much while we ate and that was killing me. I really wanted to know why a woman was tent camping by herself. I mean, if she'd been in an RV I could maybe understand, but I never thought women liked "roughing it". She seemed to have a strong personality, but she was still very much a woman, so much so that I had to stop myself from staring at her.

We were sitting opposite each other at the dinette table, and everytime she moved, her breasts moved under my shirt. If she raised her arm to reach her glass of soda, that breast raised up too. If she moved her arm from her container of noodles, so did her breast.

It was worse when she got up and picked up our glasses and silverware. She bent down and her breasts rolled up into the gap where she'd left the shirt buttons undone. I was staring at her deep, soft cleavage and almost didn't hear her say, "I'll wash up if you'll show me where you keep your dishwashing soap".

I managed to look at her face and say she didn't have to do that.

She just waved her hand.

"It's the least I can do since you saved me from the rain. Now, show me where your stuff is so I can get it done."

While she washed up, I turned on the main television and started Netflix through the Thor's built-in wi-fi hotspot because although the campground had cable hookups at each site, I hadn't plugged in the cable connector. It was Netflix or nothing until it stopped raining. I was scrolling through what was available when she walked over and sat down.

I asked Tracey if she had any preferences as to what she'd like to watch.

She chuckled.

"After everything that's happened to me today, I think I need a good laugh or two."

The movie was OK, not something I'd have watched, but Tracey seemed to enjoy it. When it ended, it was almost ten. When I asked Tracey if she wanted to watch something else, she looked at her watch and then smiled at me.

"I'm not a night person, so I think I'll turn in. Is this the couch where I'm going to sleep?"

After unfolding the couch to make it into a double bed, I got a sheet and a blanket from my closet along with one of the pillows from my bed and helped Tracey make the bed. I made sure all the doors were locked, and then wished her a good night and went back to my bedroom.

The next morning, I woke up at six. Not wanting to catch Tracey dressing, I figured I'd get dressed and wait until I heard her moving around before leaving my bedroom. I was dressing when she called through the door.

"Hey Pete. Are you awake yet?"

I said I was, and she asked where I kept my coffee pot and coffee. When I walked out of my bedroom, Tracey was bent over looking in my refrigerator. She looked up when she heard my bedroom door close.

"You don't have much to eat in here. Wadda you do - eat out all the time?"

"No, you're just looking in the wrong place. Try the freezer compartment. I usually have either a sausage and egg biscuit or french toast sticks."

Tracey frowned.

"Eating all that boxed stuff will kill you, you know? It's full of chemical preservatives. You'd be better off making things from scratch."

I shrugged.

"I guess I don't like cooking all that much. The coffee pot is in the cabinet over the sink and the coffee is in the cabinet under the stove. I'll fix it while you decide what you want to eat."

She grinned.

"I know what I'm going to eat. I just have to go to my Jeep to get it. You make the coffee and I'll be right back."

I had the coffee brewing when she knocked on the door of the RV. When I opened it she had a frying pan in one hand and a plastic grocery bag in the other.

"I didn't see any pots and pans in your cabinets, so I brought my own. I like my eggs over easy and my bacon crisp. How about you? I didn't see a toaster either, but I brought a loaf of bread and a stick of butter and I'll manage without one. You'll have to show me how to light your stove."

It was the best breakfast I'd had in years. Tracey even managed to toast bread over one of the stove burners. She said she always did it that way when she camped because all she had was a two-burner propane camp stove.

When I finished two eggs, three slices of bacon, and two slices of toast, Tracey smiled.

"Now, wasn't that better than a frozen biscuit? It isn't that hard to cook. You should learn."

"I know how to cook. It just takes too long when I'm tired from driving or when I have something I want to see. This was really great though. Thanks for fixing it."

She grinned again.

"It's the least I could do after you gave me dinner and a dry place to sleep last night."

I shook my head.

"All I was doing is what I said - helping out a fellow camper."

"Well, I really appreciate it. I think I'll go finish setting up my tent so it can dry out before I pack up and leave today."

I said I'd help her, partly because she'd probably need help if the tent was as wet as I figured, and partly because I'd discovered I liked being with her.

We did get her tent set up but it was a struggle because we had to drain the rainwater out of all the folds before we could lift it up onto the poles. Once we got it set up, I looked inside and saw the rainwater had accumulated inside almost an inch deep. I looked back out and frowned.

"Tracey, this tent isn't going to dry out today. It's full of water on the inside. I'll help you drain it, but it's gonna take at least until tomorrow night before it's dry enough to roll up and pack. Unless you have somewhere you absolutely have to be tomorrow, I think you'd better plan on using my couch again. I was going to leave today too, but I can wait."

It looked like she was getting ready to tell me no, and I decided I couldn't let her do that.

"I can't let you drive off knowing you're going to have to sleep in a wet tent tonight. If it's; if it's the site rental, I'll take care of that for you."

Tracey cocked her head.

"You don't need to do that, but why would you?"

Well, I hadn't really realized what I was saying when I said it. It just came out. When I thought about it, it probably did seem fishy to Tracey.

"No reason, really, except no woman should have to have things that rough. I just thought maybe; well, since you're camping in a tent; maybe you have to watch how you spend your money; that's all."

Tracey smiled then.

"No, I don't have any problem with money, so the site rent isn't a problem. You're probably right about the tent though, so I'll take you up on your offer on one condition. We need to go grocery shopping before lunch. If you eat that frozen stuff for breakfast and dinner, I'd hate to see what you have for lunch."

Tracey drove her Jeep to the closest Walmart, and I had to admit it was a lot easier than driving the Thor through traffic. It was pretty nice riding with her too because I was starting to like her.

We came out of Walmart with a roasted chicken, two kinds of pasta - the little screw kind and spaghetti - a head of lettuce, a pound of ground beef,and a big can of tomato sauce. Once we were back inside my RV, Tracey made a pasta salad with the screw pasta, diced chicken breast and lettuce with a dressing she made from what she already had. That was lunch, and it was a lot better then the hot dogs I'd planned on having.

To be continued in part 2, by ron de for Literotica.

Taking Tiffany ‘On Tour’.

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We had another pizza at her house that night. Tiffany seemed very happy, and I patted my ego on the back thinking it was because I'd said she didn't belong in a rubber room. After two slices of pizza, Tiffany rubbed her tummy and said she couldn't eat anymore. Then she said she had to go do something, but she'd be right back.

"Right back" meant five minutes to me, but in my experience, a woman's clock works differently than a man's. I forgot all about clocks and experience when she did come back.

Tiffany had changed from her jeans and blouse to a filmy, black nightgown that was held closed by one simple black sash. That in itself would have been erotic enough. It was nearly transparent, and her black lacy bra and black lacy panties were in such contrast to her skin, it didn't take any imagination to see them.

Tiffany grinned.

"Your mouth is hanging open again."

I shut my mouth, and then opened it again.

"Tiffany, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to flash you."

"I think you already are."

Tiffany put her hands on her hips, pulled back her shoulders and grinned again.

"I am not. I have clothes on and you can't see me, see."

She turned all the way around slowly, slow enough I could see her bra was just thin straps attached to two lace cups, and her panties; well, in front they looked like panties, but in the back; there really wasn't a back, just one thin strap that disappeared between her soft cheeks at the bottom, and emerged at the top of her hips to make a little "Y" at the waist band.

"Tiffany, if you get any more naked, ; I don't know if you want that."

Tiffany untied the string of her negligee and slipped it from her shoulders.

"Remember when I said showing myself was fun?"

"Yes, I remember."

Tiffany unhooked the strap on her bra and then slipped the shoulder straps off her arms while holding the cups over her breasts.

"It was more than fun for me. It's something I've always wanted to do, but I was always too afraid. Having you tell me what to do was so nice. I was still afraid to do it, but it wasn't me telling me anymore. It was you."

Tiffany slowly let the bra cups fall away from her breasts.

"I need to have you keep telling me what I should wear so I can keep doing it. It makes me so; well, just look at me."

I was looking. Tiffany's nipples were long, stiff and thick with ridged sides and a little dimple in each beautiful tip.

Tiffany hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over one hip.

"It does more than that to me, too, things that never happened before. I get these feelings and they won't go away unless I; "

Tiffany pulled the panties down over the other hip.

"unless I think about how the men looked at me and what they were thinking they'd like to do to me and then I have to; well; you know."

Tiffany pulled the skimpy piece of black lace down to her knees. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

"I was hoping that showing myself to you might make you want to take care of that for me. You liked it this afternoon."

I was at a loss for words for a few seconds. Tiffany standing there, naked and beautiful and so very desirable, was wreaking havoc with my thoughts. Half of me wanted to pick her up, carry her to the bedroom, and show her exactly what I was thinking about. The other half said I needed to be sure that's what she really wanted.

"Tiffany, there's only so much of this I can take."

She walked over and put her arms around my neck and pressed her bare breasts into my chest. She was trembling when she spoke.

"Promise you won't think I'm crazy?"

"I already told you you're not."

"Then tell me what you were thinking this afternoon when I showed myself to you; and then I want you to make lo; to; to; to do me."

"I'm quite a bit older than you. Are you really sure?"

Tiffany grinned as she closed the distance between us. She stroked a finger down my chest.

"I've been meaning to tell you about that, but I didn't know how without you thinking I was crazy for being that way too. I like being with you. You make me feel safe even when I'm scared and you understand how I think. I'm sure. I'm as sure as I can get. Now, what were you thinking about when I flashed you?"

"Well, I was thinking about how sexy you are."

Tiffany's fingers moved to the top button on my shirt.

"And what else were you thinking about? Maybe that you'd like to have me in bed with you?"

"Well, yes. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't think about that."

The top button on my shirt slipped out of the buttonhole and Tiffany's slender fingers moved down to the second button.

"Tell me what you'd do to me."

"It might be better if I just showed you."

My shirt gapped open as the second button came undone, and Tiffany slipped her hand inside it.

"Then tell me while you're doing it."

"Well, let's see; First I'd have to feel those big boobs of yours. I've wanted to do that for weeks."

I stood up, lifted Tiffany's right breast, and squeezed gently. Tiffany caught her breath.

"Do you like the way I feel?"

"Oh yeah."

"I like it too. What else would you do?"

"Something like this."

I pushed Tiffany's stiff right nipple down and then let my fingertip slip off it. It popped back up, stiffer than before, and she caught her breath again.

By this time, my shirt buttons were all undone, and Tiffany was stroking my bare chest. As she lightly raked her nails through my chest hair, her voice was low and soft.

"Do the other one."

I was pretty sure her big breasts grew just a little firmer when I cupped them both and let my fingertips brush her nipples. Tiffany made a little gasp and pulled my shirt open and out of my jeans. I was still cupping her breasts when she put her arms around my neck and pushed them into my chest, then moved them back and forth. I had to chuckle.

"I did all that with just my fingers?"

"Yeah. Do more, a lot more, and tell me what you're doing."

"I'm going to squeeze your hot little ass cheeks next. Think you'll like that?"

"I don't know. Do it and I'll tell you."

I grabbed a very smooth, very female ass cheek in each hand, squeezed them and then lifted them apart. Tiffany shivered and I had to chuckle again.

"I think you did like it."

Tiffany kissed my ear and then nuzzled it. Her whispered response raised my cock enough to be uncomfortable.

"Yes, I did. What comes next?"

She pressed both breasts into me hard enough I could feel her rigid nipples trying to bore holes in my chest.

"Well, what comes next is I get out of these clothes before my cock rips open my jeans. Then, I'm going to lay you down on this couch."

"Will you look at me; at my; my; between my legs?"

"Oh, you can count on that."

It was hard to unbuckle my belt with Tiffany mashing her little rounded tummy into me, but I managed. Getting the jeans off was more of a problem. I had to take off my boots first and I couldn't bend over. I pushed her away gently, and after shucking the boots, jeans and my shorts pulled her back into my arms.

"Now, where were we."

Tiffany nibbled my ear lobe.

"You were going to lay me down on the couch."

"Ah, right. Here we go."

As soon as I laid her down, Tiffany crossed her legs and put one hand over the dark bush on her mound. I grinned.

"Still bashful, I see."

She grinned sheepishly.

"You have to tell me what to do."

"Well, to start, take your hand away from that bush. I want to see it."

Tiffany blushed bright pink, but she pulled her hand up to her tummy.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, like that. Now, open up, so I can see you."

Tiffany got even pinker, and I thought her nipples got a little longer too.

"I can't. I'm not pretty down there."

"I'll be the judge of that. Now open up those legs."

Slowly, Tiffany spread her thighs. The hair was a little matted, but I could still see full, pouting lips, and just the hint of some very delicious looking inner lips peeking out from between them.

I sat down between Tiffany's spread thighs, lifted one to the back of the couch, and eased the other to let her put her foot on the floor.

"You're wrong, Tiffany. You're gorgeous."

"My ex thought I was too big there."

"Then your ex was an idiot. I'll show you what I think."

Tiffany moaned when I touched her mound.

"Don't forget to tell me what you're going to do."

"I'm going to spread these gorgeous lips and have a look at what's inside, that's what I'm going to do."

As my fingers gently separated the dark brown strands, Tiffany's hips rocked slightly. When I separated her outer lips with my thumbs, she moaned again.

Her inner lips were full and rippled, and glistened with wetness. I'd been right about the act of exposing herself making Tiffany aroused. I'd just been a little off about how much. I ran a finger between her inner lips and she gasped.

"Are you going to do me now?"

"No, I want to do something else first. I think you'll like it."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to see if you taste as good as you look."

Tiffany raised her head and looked at me.

"You're not going to; to put your mouth there, are you?"

"Oh yeah. I'm going to do that a lot."

Tiffany's eyes opened wider.

"Tell me how you're going to do that."

"I'm going to lick every little ripple and fold, and then I'm going to lick that little button I see at the top of your slit."

I didn't wait for her to say anything. I just buried my face between her satin thighs and licked her from bottom to top. I thought she was going to buck me off on the floor when she heaved herself up off the couch.

"Oh God. Do that again."

Without saying anything, I ran my tongue over both Tiffany's inner lips, and then slipped it between them. She gasped and I felt her hands touch the back of my head.

There wasn't much talking after that for a while. I couldn't talk with my mouth full of Tiffany's inner lips or with my tongue stuck inside her as far as it would reach. She didn't seem to be in a talking mood either, but she was anything but quiet. Her little murmurs about how she felt turned into low moans that kept getting louder. When I pushed in my tongue and licked all around her entrance, she gasped and her hips rocked up again. When I finally licked beside her stiff little clit, Tiffany groaned and her fingers clenched in my hair.

"Oh God, put it in. Do me now."

I raised up enough to look at her face, and I had to smile. What I'd often wished was becoming reality. Tiffany's face was flushed, her mouth was open and her breath was coming in quiet pants. Her nipples were rock hard and her nipple beds were pebbled and wrinkled so much they seemed to push her nipples even higher.

"Nope. I get to do this first."

I slipped my hands around her ass and up to her breasts. After finding both nipples with my hands, I rolled them and then pulled them up. At the same time, my lips sealed around her stiff clit and I sucked.

That was all it took. Tiffany cried out and arched her body off the couch. I went with her, sucking her clit and tugging on her nipples. Three more times she cried out as the waves of the orgasm swept her away. I could feel her clit moving in and out as I kept it trapped between my lips. With a final gasp, she fell back on the couch, and gently pushed my face away.

"No more. I can't."

I pulled my hands from her breasts and gently stroked her mound.

"You wanted me to, what was it you said? Oh yeah, you wanted me to do you, remember? I haven't done you yet."

"Yes, but I already; "

"Just relax and let me drive. If you really can't, I'll stop."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do what you wanted me to do."

"Can I watch?"

I helped Tiffany scoot back until her back was against the arm of the couch and she could look down her body without having to hold up her head. Her mouth fell open when I slipped my cock between her soft lips and probed for the entrance, As I entered her, she grimaced a little, so I pulled back out and then pushed in again. This time, I pushed in about half my length and pulled out again. Tiffany moaned as my third stroke bottomed out inside her.

I figured she'd be too sensitive for a while, so I just stroked in and out slowly until I felt her hips begin rocking into each stroke. She was still watching, and with each stroke, her lips would purse and she'd suck in a breath. As I pulled back out, she'd exhale, though sometimes, the breath came out as a little moan. After her third moan, I decided to push her a little. I thought she might like it, and I knew it would make this better for both of us.

"Tiffany, I want to see you play with your nipples."

She didn't say no or that she'd be too embarrassed. She just took her right nipple between two fingers and rolled it. Her little gasp told me I'd been right, and I told her as much.

"That's right. Do what makes you hot.."

It was obvious Tiffany knew what that was. What started as gentle rolling of each nipple soon became tight pinches and then pulling on them enough she lifted her breasts into cones. It was working on her. I could tell because she was getting wetter, that warm, sticky wetness that meant she was getting lost in the sensations her body was feeling.

When Tiffany began to thrust her hips into my strokes, I sped up a little. I could tell she was getting close because she was no longer watching my cock sliding in and out. Her face was rolled to the side, and she was beginning to pant again.

"Tiffany, play with your clit for me."

Slowly, her hand slipped between us and I felt her finger moving in circles at the top of her slit. She gasped and moved the finger faster, and I followed by stroking faster.

After a minute or so of that, Tiffany shrieked and arched high again. That drove my cock inside her a little more and I couldn't hold back. I groaned as seed raced through my stroking cock and splashed inside her rippling passage. She shrieked again as the second spurt made me gasp, and began to shake as the third drained me. I kept stroking until she sighed and eased back down on the couch.

It took Tiffany a couple minutes to stop panting, and a couple more before the little contractions around my cock stopped. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Will you do me again tonight?"

I chuckled.

"I take it you liked what I did?"

Tiffany stretched, making her big breasts do some really erotic things, then pulled her legs to my sides and held me there.

"Everything; I liked everything."

"Well, we'll see about doing it again. I need a little recovery time."

"Just as long as it doesn't take a week, like with my ex."

I chuckled.

"We could spend the week going places where you could show yourself some more."

"What would you tell me to show?"

"Well, maybe you could wear some really short shorts; and not wear any panties."

Tiffany gasped.

"I could never do that. Men would see my; my; "

"Yes, they'd see it if you bent over just right."

"Would that make them want to do things to me?"

"Tiffany, the only way it wouldn't is if they were too stupid to be alive."

She giggled.

"I wouldn't want anybody like that doing me, but you can do me again."

"Oh, I will, but one of these times we're going to try something different."

Tiffany's voice was low and soft again.

"Tell me how we're going to do it."

"Well; You're going to be naked so your neighbors could see if they looked."

"They'd see my boobies, wouldn't they?"

"Yep."

"Would that make the men get hard?"

"Yep. Just like they're making me hard again right now."

"So, we're going to do that now?"

"No. The couch is OK, but I think we'll do it on your bed this time."

Tiffany grinned.

"I have a window beside my bed. Somebody might see us."

I smiled and bent down to inhale Tiffany's left nipple, then raised back up.

"Probably so. They might even see your hot little ass and see my cock going in and out of your tight little cunt."

Tiffany grinned.

"Nobody ever told me it was tight before. Is it really?"

"I was snug as a bug in a rug. It was fantastic."

"I think you better do me again before it gets too late. My neighbors go to bed really early sometimes."

I'm not sure where we're going with this. Tiffany seems to be very happy with the way things are now, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it too. We'll see what we see, I guess. Until then, I'll keep telling Tiffany what to wear, and she'll keep getting excited. I'll keep doing her, as she says, when we get back to her place.

Since it's gotten warm again, she wants to have a picnic this Saturday. I think she's going to wear a tank top with no bra and short shorts. Half way through the afternoon, I'll talk her into taking off her panties. That ought to be good for a fantastic evening, and probably a really fantastic morning too.

"Looks like he can. Looks like he's enjoying the view too."

"He's coming this way. What does he want?"

"Well, he's probably just going to make a few casts at our dock. Fish like to hang out under a dock. Either that, or he wants a closer look at your big tits and bush. Nope; they both just put their rods down. Want me to invite them to swim with us?"

"Don't you dare. They'd probably want to touch me."

"Well, if I was them, I sure would. I'd want to do more than just touch you. I expect they would too. Put your arms down at your sides so they can see what they'd be getting."

"I can't do that. They might come closer."

"Don't worry. I won't let them do anything to you except feel those big tits; and maybe finger your cunt; and maybe fuck you if they want."

"You wouldn't."

"If you don't put your arms down, I'll tell them you want to fuck them both. I know they'll want to then."

"Oh God, don't do that."

"Then let them see."

Tiffany slowly lowered her arms and the guys grinned. The boat was only about twenty feet away by then. I yelled at the guys and asked how the fishing was going. The guy at the wheel yelled back, "the fishing is pretty good, but this is better. Looks like you caught yourself a keeper."

Tiffany's chest had turned a bright pink and her nipples stuck out like rocks under the bra of the bikini. I knew she was having a ball even if she couldn't admit it.

She looked at me.

"Make them leave."

"I don't know. They seem like pretty friendly guys. Wave at them and show them you're friendly too."

"No. He'll think I want him to do something to me."

"Nah, he won't. He's more interested in fishing than fucking right now. I can ask him to come back once the tournament is over if you want."

"Are you sure he won't want to do something with me?"

"I'm positive he'd like to, but I'm sure he won't. Go on, wave at him and make his day."

Tiffany slowly raised her arm and waved her hand a little. The guy laughed then sat back down on his casting seat and started flipping his lure around the posts of the dock. He didn't catch anything, so about five minutes later he motored away.

Tiffany's eyes were bright and shiny, and I thought she was breathing a little faster.

"Whew", she said. "I was afraid he was going to keep coming. I didn't know what I'd do if he had."

"He'd have loved it if you'd asked him to fuck you."

"No, I'm just for you, remember, nobody else."

"He got you thinking about it though, didn't he?"

"Well, yes."

I cupped Tiffany's hip and stroked it gently. She shivered, but she didn't pull my hand away.

"Let's to go back inside."

"Nah, it's early yet. Let's sit on the dock and watch the water for a while."

"Will there be more boats?"

"Probably, but your suit is already drying out. I can barely make out your nipples now."

As I thought would probably happen, several more bass boats came by. Most didn't stop. They would have been the pros, and since their income depends on catching fish, they wouldn't have stopped fishing if Tiffany had been naked and holding a sign that said, "come fuck me now". There were several amateurs though, and they all got to see Tiffany in her bikini. Tiffany got to get really excited, and by the time we went in for lunch, she was stroking my cock through my trunks.

I didn't let her do more, though. I wanted her so hot, so wet, that she'd do anything to get me to fuck her. That happened after lunch.

We were back on the dock, just sitting there, when a small boat with one guy in it motored past. He didn't seem to see Tiffany and kept on going down the lake toward a little creek that wandered up the bank about fifty yards from the dock. I figured he was fishing for bream. Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief when he kept on going.

"I was hoping he wouldn't stop. I don't know what I'd have done if he had. I'm so hot I don't know if I could have stopped him from doing anything to me."

"What do you think he would want to do to you?"

"Well, he'd probably want to feel my boobs."

I stroked the bare side of Tiffany's left breast.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, and he'd probably want to touch my nipples too."

I slipped my hand under Tiffany's bra, took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then pinched gently and rolled it.

"Like this?"

Tiffany moaned.

"Yes, like that."

"What else?"

"He'd want to feel between my legs."

"You wouldn't stop him from doing those things?"

"I probably couldn't."

"You're that hot, huh? Well, maybe you should do something about it."

Tiffany looked at me.

"I hope you're not thinking about doing it right here."

"No, I'm thinking you should do yourself right here."

"What?"

"Just stick your hand in your bottoms and finger yourself until you cum. You've done that before, haven't you?"

"Well, yes, but I can't do that, not out here. Somebody will see me."

"No, they won't. That boat is too far away for him to see anything. Come on, either pet the kitty or I'll yell at him to come back."

Tiffany looked down the lake at the boat, then looked at me.

"You'll tell me if he gets too close won't you?"

"I'll tell you in plenty of time to stop before he can do anything. Now, lay back and get those fingers busy. I want to see you cum."

Tiffany pulled the crotch of the bikini bottoms to the side and stroked her hair-covered lips a little, then laid back on the blanket we were sitting on and spread her legs. She slipped her middle finger between her cunt lips and rubbed gently, then murmured, "remember to tell me."

Watching Tiffany finger her cunt was almost as exciting as doing it myself. I rearranged my stiff cock so it was pointing up and then stroked a fingertip over her nipples. She moaned and her hips lifted up off the blanket a little.

"If you keep doing that, I'll cum."

"No, if you cum now, it won't be as good. Just go slow and make it last."

A couple minutes later, Tiffany had closed her eyes and was slowly rubbing beside her clit. I wasn't kidding about her making it last. That was something I usually did for the first time. If I hurried, she'd come hard, but it I kept her dangling on the edge for a while, I'd have to hold on or she'd buck me off. I wanted to see that hard orgasm. I also wanted to give the guy in the boat time to get to us.

He'd started working his way back up the shore with the trolling motor on his boat. Trolling motors are so quiet you can barely hear them if you're on the boat. If you're a ways away, they're almost silent, and so was this one.

They guy was about twenty feet away when he realized what Tiffany was doing. I waved, and then held my finger to my lips. He nodded and kept coming until he was only about ten feet away. Tiffany still had her eyes closed and she was starting to rock her hips into the two fingers in her cunt.

I never thought the guy would do what he did, but I thought Tiffany was going to like it. He stood up quietly in the boat, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and started stroking it.

I just sat there for a while watching him watch Tiffany and stroke his cock before reaching over and pinching Tiffany's nipple again. She moaned and her hips lurched up. I pulled the bra cups to the side so I could reach her nipples easier, then rolled each one between my fingers. Tiffany's fingers started moving faster.

It took about another minute and some tugs to both Tiffany's nipples before she arched into her hand, gasped, and then came. I looked up at the guy in the boat, just as his cock spurted a shot of cum into the water.

Tiffany cried out as the strong orgasm hit her. She jerked her body almost double, then gasped again. That happened four times before she opened her eyes and grinned at me.

"Umm; that was great. Now take me back inside and do me."

I chuckled.

"I think the guy in the boat would rather you did yourself again so he can jack off again."

Tiffany looked up and saw the guy slowly stroking his softening cock.

"He's still doing it. Did he do it because he saw me?"

"Yep, and he blew his load in the water at the same time you came. The way he's smiling, I think he liked it."

"Oh God, I'm embarrassed to death. I have to go back in the cabin."

Tiffany pulled the bra cups back over her breasts, stood up, and ran up the steps to the cabin. The guy in the boat stuffed his cock back inside his pants, then waved and started his outboard motor. He was going back up the lake as I gathered up the blanket and walked back to the cabin.

Tiffany was sitting on the couch when I got inside, and her eyes were sparkling.

"Did he really see me have an orgasm?"

"Sure did. He seemed to like watching you."

"And he was doing himself too."

"Yep. He was watching you finger your cunt and stroking his cock. When you came, so did he."

"Show me what he was doing."

I dropped my trunks and stepped out of them, then started stroking my cock. I thought Tiffany's eyes got a little brighter.

"He got all hard like that from just looking at me?"

"Yeah."

"Was he going fast or slow?"

"Well, slow at first, but when I started playing with your nipples, he got faster."

"And he squirted?"

"Yep, just when you came, he shot his load into the water. I'll bet he was imagining filling that tight little cunt of yours though."

"Was there a lot?"

I grinned.

"Enough you'd have his cum dripping out of you when he pulled out."

"Like when you do it inside me?"

"Yes, just like that."

"I think you should show me that too."

"Take off that bikini and I will."

Well, like I said, when Tiffany thinks about other men looking at her, her libido goes into overdrive. Actually, it's more like over-overdrive. It took her all of about thirty seconds to strip off the bikini top and bottom and then hook one leg over the back of the couch and put the other one on the floor. She held out her arms then.

"I don't care what you do to me. Just make me have another orgasm."

Well, I did. I really wanted a taste of her because she gets really wet when she's like she was then. I was just getting into sucking her big inner lips and licking her clit when Tiffany groaned, pushed my face down into her crotch and moaned, "don't stop". She came hard a little later because I was sucking her stiff clit and pulling on both her nipples. I had to let go of her nipples and grab her ass after the first spasm or she'd have bucked my ass onto the floor.

Tiffany lurched her body up into my face three more times before she pulled me up her body, locked her lips on mine, and tried to lick my tonsils. I was liking the feeling of her stiff nipples against my chest and the way she kept trying to rub her cunt against my stiff cock when she broke the kiss and murmured, "do me again."

I tried to enter her slowly, but when I was about half-way in, Tiffany groaned and thrust her body up and impaled her cunt on my stiff cock. She started grinding her hips then and rocking them up and down.

Now, I liked what she was doing, but I was never going to last long enough that way. Watching her finger herself until she came had gotten me way too ready. Licking and sucking her until she came again had almost gotten me there. I pushed my belly down on hers to hold her still as I started stroking my cock in and out.

That helped some, but not much. Tiffany couldn't rock her cunt up over my cock anymore, but she could still squeeze it and move her hips from side to side. All that was taking me to the point of cumming a lot faster than I wanted. I had to speed Tiffany up at least a little.

"Tiffany, play with your tits and nipples for me."

She didn't say anything. She just stroked both breasts and then pinched her nipples with her fingers. She moaned then, and I felt her cunt clamp down on my stroking cock. She rolled her nipples and moaned again. I groaned when she pulled her nipples up and out because her cunt tightened up around my cock and didn't relax.

I guess Tiffany was so excited that was enough, because about the time I felt the surge building, she gasped, "I'm about there. Keep going and don't stop."

I couldn't have stopped by then anyway. With a groan, I rammed my cock inside Tiffany's wet cunt as deep as it would go. The first spurt of cum raced up my shaft and I gasped as it flew out the tip. Tiffany gasped too, and she started to shake. She pulled her nipples one more time, then dug her fingers into my ass cheeks and started humping up into my strokes. I shot twice more and Tiffany was still cumming.

When her body stopped jerking, Tiffany pulled me down on top of her and mashed my chest onto her big tits.

"Wow; we have to do this again."

I chuckled.

"It's gonna be a while before I can."

"I know, but you could play with me until that happens; like that guy probably wanted to. What would he have wanted to do to me?"

"Other than fuck you?"

"Yeah."

I raised up on one arm and stroked Tiffany's right breast with the other.

"Well, these are some mighty fine tits you have. I expect he'd want to feel them."

"Show me how he'd have done that."

Well, an hour later, I'd shown Tiffany how the guy would have squeezed her tits, pulled her nipples, sucked her nipples, pulled on her big cunt lips and fingered her clit. My cock had also gotten stiff again. Tiffany wanted to be on top this time, so I just lay on the couch and let her ride my cock until she came again. I wasn't quite as sensitive this time, so I held out until she threw back her head and cried out before I filled her little cunt again.

That seemed to calm her down, so we had a shower and then went out to eat. I didn't have her dress in anything special that night. I was too tired to do anything if she'd gotten all hot and bothered again.

When I woke up the next morning, Tiffany was laying on her back beside me with one hand on her left breast and the other on her crotch. I asked her what she was doing.

"I was just thinking about that man yesterday. Do you suppose he went home and; well, you know."

"If he had a woman at home, I'd bet she got the fucking of her life. If he didn't, yeah, he probably thought about you and jacked off again."

"Show me what he'd have done."

"You want me to jack off?"

"Well, not all the way. Just until I get all excited again."

Looking at Tiffany slowly rubbing her breasts and her outer lips had my cock hard in no time, and the more I stroked, the harder Tiffany started breathing. I wasn't nearly ready to cum when she pulled me between her spread legs and guided my cock into her cunt. The little minx was already so wet my cock slid inside her with almost no effort. We didn't cum quite as hard as the night before, but it was still great.

We packed up after breakfast and I drove us back to Tiffany's house. I helped her carry her stuff inside and got ready to leave. At her door, Tiffany kissed me until I started to reconsider leaving, and then grinned.

"I had a good time. Can we do this again?"

"Sure. I like seeing you in that bikini. Maybe next time, you'll just wear the bottoms, though. I think the guys on the lake would like that."

"Oh, I couldn't do that. They'd think I was wanting them to; well, do all sorts of things to me."

As I drove away from Tiffany's house, I smiled to myself. Yes, the guys on the lake would want to fuck her, and Tiffany would like it that they wanted to even though she can't admit it. I get a real kick out of indulging her fantasies, because those fantasies end up with some really fantastic sex. Tiffany is a great fuck anytime. When she gets all hot and bothered because she thinks men are looking at her, she's more than most men ever even imagine. I can't think of anything I enjoy more.

By ron de for Literotica.