Chase looked crestfallen. She lowered her voice, conspiratorially. “Look Kati, this is my idea, not his. You can pretend he isn’t even there. If you want he’ll just sit in the chair and watch. Roger’s a perfect gentleman, he’d never … uh … impose on your good nature. He won’t press you. But if you wanted to, he lasts forever!”
Before Kati could answer, Roger slid in beside Chase and put his arm around her tummy, just under her breasts. When Chase patted his arm, Kati noticed the rock set in platinum, it must have been three carats.
“I’m sorry if we’ve intruded, miss, Chase was sure she knew you from Flight Attendant school.”
“Well, she did … or does… I’m Katherine, or Kati to my friends” she said as she offered her hand.
“Have you eaten yet? I’m on an expense account and I’d be happy to buy dinner for Chase’s old friend.”
Roger might have been a pig, but he was a classy pig.
“Excuse me a moment” Kati said, getting shakily to her feet, “I need to use the ladies.”
Of course, Chase had gone with her, and when Kati had leaned against the sink, Chase had mopped her brow with a damp paper towel. Chase had then leaned over and applied her lips to the side of Kati’s neck and slid her hand under the cami to tweak a rapidly hardening nipple. Kati, caught up in the moment, cupped Chase’s pantiless ass through her skirt. “Please, come back to the room with us. I promise we’ll have fun.” Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a way of feeling closer to Danny, maybe she just wanted to; whatever the reason, Kati at least tacitly accepted.
Supporting one another the threesome had made it to the elevator. Roger had kissed Kati on the forehead, as one would kiss a little sister, establishing the boundaries for the evening.
Once in their room, Roger excused himself to take a shower.
Kati was probably torn, wanting to just go back to her room and sleep, recollecting times with Danny when she hadn’t let go enough to enjoy herself, recalling times when she’d done things with Suzie that left her gasping and glowing. Chase had pulled her dress over her head revealing a lithe body with small firm breasts and tiny hard nipples. Her belly button was pierced and there was a flash of silver at her small, smooth slit. Still in her high heels she helped Kati out of her jeans and her plain beige thong.
Kati sat on the edge of the bed with her back to the bathroom, still in her camisole and holding her thighs together to somehow shield her trimmed thatch of reddish brown hair. Chase could kneel and still kiss her firmly on the mouth, her hands working up and down Kati’s spine. Kati opened her lips to the soft sweet dance of tongues and drew her right hand up Chase’s flat tummy to cup her right breast and roll the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
Chase seemed to be everywhere at once, sucking her nipples, kissing her neck and tummy, holding her heavy breasts as if to weigh them. “The first time I saw you in class, I knew I wanted to do this. You’re absolutely beautiful, Kat, and you have no idea how much you excite me.”
When Chase went lower, Kati laid back across the bed and her sex opened before Chase like a banquet. Chase nibbled her delicately, making small circles around her clit, seeking the rhythm her partner preferred. She drank her honey and gently lifted her legs, drawing them back against Kati’s chest so that she had complete access to her most sensitive parts. Kati was panting and swollen, a pink flush surrounding her nether lips and her clitoris hardening into a ridge between her parted inner labia. She brushed her mouth across it, faster and faster. She pressed back with her fingers to expose more of the button and suckled it between her lips, grazing it with her teeth.
Kati was rocking and thrusting, it had been too long since she’d cum so hard, so much for the sheer pleasure of it. She tossed her head from side to side and clutched handfuls of the spread, shrieking, “Oh god oh god ohgooododoododododododooo……”
Her orgasm struck like a bowling ball dropped from a skyscraper. She went so berserk she nearly threw Chase off and lay there after quivering like protoplasm. “Oh, fuck that was good!” she said to no one in particular. She felt Chase repositioning in the nearly dark room, and soon a very wet and pungent snatch was being lowered over her face. It was difficult considering the difference in the length of their torsos, but Kati was trying valiantly to give as good as she had gotten.
She stretched her neck upwards and thrust her tongue into the tight pink hole while using her fingers below to stroke the engorged sex button of the tall woman above her. She tugged gently on the small white gold ring and ball, eliciting moans of joy from the mouth pressed to her cunt. Chase, for her part hadn’t relented a bit. She had two fingers buried in Kati and was licking between the web of the two and causing Kati to nearly climb the walls. “Make me cum, please, baby, make me cum!” Chase begged.
Kati answered, “I’m trying, sweetie, but it’s almost impossible to concentrate with you doing that. Why don’t you take a break and let me work on you?”
Chase, switched around to kiss her in the darkness and whisper “I need Roger inside me to get off.”
Kati offered to leave, but that wasn’t what Chase had in mind. “Please, I need both of you. Just let him fuck me while you lick my clit, please, just for a little while?”
Against her better judgment, Kati agreed and they slipped back into a sixty-nine. Roger, as if on cue, stepped from the bathroom, leaving the light on and casting a narrow vertical beam of light right up Chase’s spread legs and glinting off her cunt jewelry. Apparently Roger knew his role and had been listening, his cock was huge and curled up slightly. He rubbed it against Chase’s pink hole and began to slide it in. With each stroke more of it disappeared, and then reappeared, coated with glistening juices. His balls lapped gently against Kati’s forehead. Chase was buried in Kati’s pussy and sending her electric shocks with every stroke, every flick of her pinky across Kati’s star.
Kati was looking up at this pink horizon, all curves and glittering juice that dripped on her. She was bathed in the heady scent of an aroused woman. She heard every sigh and moan from both of them, and the steady wet squish of the organ stretching Chase’s now throbbing pussy. She sucked down on Chase’s clit and was rewarded with the distant sound of her groaning.
“Oh fuckjesus… I’m gonna cum… I’m so fucking.. oh god ogod ogodod… jesus christfuck”
Chase’s orgasm seemed to take an age, she rocked and thrust and moaned. Kati must have admitted to herself that Chase was very honest with herself about what made her cum and what didn’t, and she went after it. So what if the formula wasn’t for everyone? Who was it hurting?
Chase came out of her orgasm and began to thrust her tongue harder into Kati. Kati was responding, but somehow she was missing something. She adored the taste of a woman’s pussy in her mouth, but she was still lacking. “Oh what the hell?” she thought, “Who am I holding back for?” She repositioned her tongue, sliding it along the underside of Roger’s veiny cock as it slid home in Chase. She turned slightly sideways, nipping the underside of his shaft with sharp, piquant nips and cupped his balls, working them like sponges.
Roger slipped back and popped out of Chase and hesitated for confirmation. Kati pulled the purplish knob toward her lips and sucked him deep. He was a mouthful, that’s for sure, and a couple of times she had to back off to keep from gagging. Roger fed her what she wanted and could accommodate and with the taste of Chase’s juices in her mouth and Chases tongue on her ass, she came for the second time that evening.
After a bit they disentangled and Kati began to reach for her clothes. Chase took one hand and Roger took the other, “There’s no pressure,” he said, “We just want you to enjoy yourself.
Roger rolled onto his back with his prick toward the ceiling and Chase straddled him slowly rocking her hips. Chase and Roger drew Kati close and with a faint sigh of acceptance she swung her leg over Roger’s head and faced Chase. The girls began to kiss each other, deeply, taking it slowly. Their breasts touched and truth be told, another hand rose between them to touch the soft orbs, to mark their individuality and their commonality. At times he stroked Kati’s ass, at others he drew Chase down tightly. Finally, Roger, having what he needed, exploded in Chase’s honeypot.
When Kati woke the next morning, severely hung over, and not in her own room, she began to have regrets. These she would later pour out to her diary. Roger and Chase had departed early for a 6 AM push. Kati shook her head at that lifestyle of early mornings and late erotic nights.
She put it behind her, and according to her, she’s never been with a woman since. Austin would not realize why she kept the wedding invitation that arrived at home some weeks later to attend Chase and Roger’s nuptials. The handwritten note inside expressed only happiness at her being a friend to both of them. “Thanks for everything,” they wrote. “We love having you for a friend, and if you want to come to Hawaii with us on the honeymoon, there’s always room for three.”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
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Thanks bro D_G for your support and here’s one short story for you -
First time with my first Love Sushma
“Do it, fuck me, stick it in, all the way in now dam’it now fuck me now”
The End
Yeah bro…….damn steam……tks
In the Bookstore
Usually I go into the bookstore down the block around three-thirty to four o’clock on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, and then sometimes again from around nine until a little after noon on Saturdays. It’s a quiet place. The owner, Anson Martin, greets me and keeps me up to date on new literature in my field, which is medieval history. He’s usually there on Friday and Saturday. His daughter Maureen, a pretty little thing who is very quiet and has a sweet and mysterious smile, is there the other times. She always dresses quiet modestly. I sometimes wonder what she would look like if she dressed to go out on an elegant date. I think she’d look exciting, but of course there is no way that I’m going to find out. We rarely spoke, although her smile for me was always easy and happy.
As usual, the bookstore was quiet. The occasional footfall on the bare wood floor, usually very light, was the most frequent sound. An occasional dropped book, or even more softly, a turned page or two, also were moderately frequent sounds.
Normally there would be anywhere from one to five or six other customers in the place. Anson and his daughter made the place one in which patrons could browse or even spend time reading for hours, if they wished. Patrons rarely addressed each other, giving each other the privacy of their own evaluations and interests.
This particular Thursday afternoon, however, I actually made contact with another patron. I’d been browsing the history aisle for perhaps twenty minutes when she appeared at the end of the aisle. She hesitated when she turned into it, apparently hesitating because of my presence. I glanced up and noticed a beautiful woman, very slender and with the impression of height, although her form probably gave her more height than a measuring device might have. I could not determine her age, but I guessed somewhere in her twenties or early thirties. Her straight hair was jet black and hung down the back of her head and between her shoulder blades.
Her eyes were a piercing blue, sharp and intelligent. She was wearing a sleeveless dress that came several inches below her knees. It seemed to be made of some thin, soft material, and although it seemed to be rather modest, it looked as if it should have been diaphanous in the right light. She seemed to have little in the way of curves. There was a scoop neck, which if she’d had any cleavage to show would have revealed it to a small extent. I was impressed by her appearance, evaluating her as uncommonly and naturally beautiful.
I stood from where I was browsing on a lower shelf and moved toward the front of the store, to the table where my pack was. I moved slowly, checking titles on other shelves. The woman followed me, moving unsuspiciously closer but not crowding me at all, until we were separated by not more than six feet. By that time I was at the end of the row. I took a book I’d selected and walked slowly to my table and sat down, facing the aisle I’d just vacated.
The woman glanced at me as I sat, then turned back to the shelf. I felt a sudden and unexplainable growing lust for her. The fabric of her dress swished gently around her thighs as she moved slowly out of the aisle and headed for my table. She stepped to a place at my side, eying a shelf that was behind me. Now she stood less than one foot away, her thigh very close to my shoulder.
My next movement seemed to originate from some place other than my mind. I simply reached my arm to my left and placed my hand on her thigh. She never flinched. Rather, she seemed to lean into the pressure of my hand, light as it was. She felt soft, feminine, desirable. I felt heat in my groin and a slight but definite thickening of my pecker. I maintained that contact for what must have been a very long minute, then lightly moved my hand down her leg until it reached the hem of her dress and pressed the palm of my hand directly on her calf.
She stood firm, doing something at shoulder height nat the shelf behind me but not moving away or discouraging me. Now that I felt her flesh with mine I slowly slipped my hand upward under her dress. Moving very slowly and not stopping I felt my way up her leg, past her knees onto her thighs, I felt her shift and spread her thighs ever so slightly. Her skin felt so very soft, warm in the way that silk or velour can, lush and inviting. She turned slightly to her right so that my hand eventually came to caress the curve of her posterior mound. She was small there but obviously nicely shaped.
My pecker was firmed up fully now. She slowly turned left again and my fingers now brushed around her upper thigh until I felt my fingers in the crack of her slit. I was a little surprised that she wore no underpants. I never lifted my head to look at her, nor did I sense that she turned her head to look at me. At that point I heard the only sound she made up to that point, a very small and soft exhalation of breath, what seemed to be a sound of pleasure, almost of invitation.
The tip of my fingers felt that her wetness. I toyed lightly with her slit, moving my finger up and down the crack. At some point I must have touched her clit, because she did give a slight start, then pressed more firmly against my hand. My index finger found its way easily into the fold of her naked slit and entered her vaginal canal. I wiggled it there slowly. A moment later I pushed my middle finger in with it and wiggled both of them more or less independently. I felt her interior muscles respond.
She turned more squarely to present the front of her abdomen to me. I stood, keeping my hand in place between her thighs, and looked up into her bright, honest eyes as she locked onto mine. She had a small, amused smile. I cocked my eyebrows, and she nodded. With my free hand I reached for the handful of books she was carrying and laid them on the table, then I reached down and gathered the hem of her dress in that same hand and pulled her dress up her legs, baring her almost to her navel. She made no resistance. We were fully exposed to passersby, if there happened to be any, as the table was in the front of the store by the front door.
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Maureen was behind the counter doing some sorting of something or other there, and I noticed she was watching us. I continued to pull the woman’s dress upward, exposing more of her body slowly, demonstrating that in fact she wore nothing else at all—no panties, no bra, no slip or chemise, nothing, nor any jewelry. She had larger breasts than I’d anticipated. My impression of her was that she was nearly flat, but it seemed that she perhaps had about a 34C pair of mounds, firm, only barely drooping in a very erotic placing, with pale brown nipples beautifully centered on them showing signs of mild arousal. Her face showed no offense taken at my unexplainable boldness, but rather a welcoming demeanor.
I shook out her dress after I pulled it over her head and folded it, laying it on the table. Then I undid my trousers, unzipping my fly and exposing my pecker, which was quite rigid. She glanced down and grinned happily, then looked back into my eyes and beamed, nodding. I stripped my shirt off and now as naked as she, sat back down in my chair. I pulled her toward me, my hands around the back of her tush, and squeezed her backside with my fingers as I fastened my lips alternately on her nipples.
I sucked on them. She almost mashed her breasts against my face, seemingly happy with what I was doing to her. Her arms were around my head, pulling me firmly between her breasts. After several minutes I kissed my way down her rib cage, pausing briefly at her navel, then downward to her slit, where I tongued her for several minutes. I could feel her excited tautness, her anticipation of approaching climax.
Once again I stood, facing her. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her to me. Her breasts touched my chest and our lips touched. Our kiss was soft, quiet, slow and very erotic. She tasted full of delicious hormones. I felt her hand close around my rigidity and squeeze gently. I turned her so that her back was to the table and gently nudged her so that the backs of her thighs touched the edge. She understood what I wanted her to do, and she sat on the table, then lay all the way down on her back and spread her legs. I positioned my pecker at her slit and slowly, carefully, worked it inside her.
She was wet enough that I almost certainly could have pushed it all the way inside her in one quick motion, but it was much more satisfying to do it slowly. It was fully buried inside her in less than a minute, of course. I held myself there, still, twitching inside her and feeling her muscles respond, for perhaps a minute, then began the ancient rhythm of coitus, the in-and-out movements of stimulation and impending satisfaction. She did not lie there inert. Rather, she was lifting her rump to meet my thrusting. My arms were stretched out over her abdomen and chest and my hands were covering her breasts, squeezing them carefully, my fingers flicking across her nipples. Her eyes showed the signs of her pleasure as we indulged ourselves there where anyone could have seen us and where Maureen very clearly did see us. Strangely, I felt no inhibitions about it, and it seemed neither did my partner.
The woman in whom I was buried began to make very soft mewling sounds, sounds of anticipation and satisfaction and impending climax. I felt my own climax approaching as well, and with a very low growl I pressed myself firmly against her, holding myself in place for a long moment, which she obviously understood, for she held herself against me just as firmly as we prepared to release. I erupted into her and she squealed almost imperceptibly as she received my injection, spurt after spurt, for what felt like a long minute but I knew was less than thirty seconds. Pressing into her and feeling the last of my release, I experienced the anticlimactic shudder common after my release and then went soft inside her, feeling her body soften as well. Moments later I fell out of her.
I leaned forward over her, lightly caressing her breasts and abdomen again, and kissed her.
“Thank you!” I whispered as I kissed her neck beneath her ears.
“Take me home with you!” she said very softly, her eyes shining brightly. “Perhaps we can do this again, if you’d like!” She sounded merry as she spoke. Maureen brought a towel over to us. The woman held it to the joining of her thighs as she sat up. I assisted her to her feet, then took her dress and dropped it over her head so that it fell down once more over her body. She was very erotic in that gown.
I dressed, took our purchases to the counter and paid for them.
“If you want,” Maureen grinned at me shyly as she handed me my receipt, “you can do that with me some time when you come in, too. I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Thank you for the offer,” I said. “Perhaps I will take you up on that.”
I turned to the door. The woman was waiting there for me. She placed her hand in mine and we walked up the street to my place. Her hand felt good, strong and warm and friendly. She was no sooner inside my door when her gown was off again, as if by some sort of magic. She has remained nude ever since. Her slender body is very erotic. She made supper for us, then afterward sat on my lap while we had sex again. Right now she’s in my bed, nude, and I suspect she’s expecting me to do it with her once more. She says very little but she smiles a lot. She seems to be quite satisfied to be with me. She seems to love touching me, because she is constantly putting her body against mine and pulling me to be inside her.
Her name is Naomi. I think I’m going to keep her.
The End
Employee Seduces Owner’s Husband
My wife owns a small business in New York. Often, she goes away for a week on business trips. Last April, my wife took one of her many trips. Early in the morning, I took her to the airport so she could catch a plane to Chicago. After dropping her off, I came home and noticed there were two messages on my answering machine.
The first message was from my wife. She had received a call on her cell phone from her employee Jodie stating the there was a mix up with the materials she needed for her business trip. The company shipped them to our house instead of the hotel in Chicago. She told me that Jodie would be calling me to arrange to pick up the boxes and resend them to my wife in Chicago.
The second message was from Jodie confirming my wife’s information. The sound of Jodie’s sexy voice turned me on. She is a petite blond with a firm cushy ass and ample sized breasts. Often, she was the subject of my masturbation fantasies. I did not mind helping my wife out of this jam as long as it meant I would see Jodie and her beautiful body.
After two hours, the boxes were delivered to our house. As instructed, I called Jodie to tell her the boxes had arrived. She told me should be right over to take care of things. My cock immediately reacted to her soft voice. My heart began to thump with the anticipation of seeing this sweet goddess even if it was for a few minutes.
After a half an hour, my doorbell rang. As I opened it, there was Jodie standing there wearing a tight fitted blouse unbuttoned partway down providing an excellent view of her cleavage. My cock still stiff from the sound of her voice became even harder. I smiled at her and led her to the boxes so she could sort them and resend them to my wife. She asked for a pair of scissors to open the boxes. I told her that they were in the kitchen and I would get them for her.
As I went in the kitchen, I was unaware that Jodie had quietly followed me into the kitchen. I turned around and immediately bumped into her. Instinctively, I grabbed her as she started to fall backwards. We held on to each other to steady our balance. Awkwardly, I apologized for not seeing her. But, secretly, I enjoyed every second of holding that sweet piece of ass. Her tits were pressed against my chest and my hands were firmly holding her slender waist.
After a minute or so of standing there, she softly whispered, “I see I am not the only one who enjoyed our collision”. My raging hard on was straining my pants and rubbing against her smooth sensual body. As she said this, a devilish smile came over her face.
She slowly shrunk down to her knees and began to unzip my pants. After freeing my large seven inch love rod from its prison, she slowly flicked her tongue over the head of my cock. My cock flinched with each lap of her moist tongue. Her technique was excellent. She definitely was an expert at sucking cock (Unlike my wife who hates oral sex). As this hot blond slowly stroked and pumped my throbbing love rocket, I took off my shirt and pants. I stood completely naked I our kitchen as Jodie kissed the entire shaft of my clean shaven penis. She could see she was driving me crazy with her expert cock sucking. Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Finally, she opened her mouth wide and took all seven inches into her wet moist mouth. This was the first time I had been deep throated.
Oh Jodie, I moaned. Let’s finish this in the bedroom.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, I placed her on the bed. While giving her a long passionate kiss, I unbuttoned her tight fitting blouse exposing her perky tits. She quickly threw the shirt to the floor.
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My hands caressed her exposed back down to the waist band of per pants. Then, slowly I pulled her pants off kissing every inch of her soft sensual body on my way down to her wet moist pussy. She had a cleanly shaven pussy. Jodie laid back on the bed with her knees bent and dangling towards the floor. I flicked her bald pussy with my tongue and caressed her thighs.
Deeper she moaned! Deeper!
I took my two fingers and probed into her pussy until I found her “G” spot. I gave her pussy such a tongue lashing that she squealed with excitement as I probed deeper and deeper. After several minutes of tasting her sweet love juices in her pussy, she pleaded with me to give it to her.
By this time, Jodie’s wet saliva has dried on my cock. I had a raging hard on but needed Jodie’s lubrication to make it slide into her sweet pussy. I swung over her on the bed and whispered, “It is time for 69”. I lowered my love rod towards her wet and waiting mouth.
There we were two hot horny bodies on top of the bed. Jodie started sucking on my cock again while I continued to eat her sweet tasting pussy. After several more minutes of the 69 position, I moaned to Jodie that I was close to climax.
Jodie said I need the hot cock in my pussy I am close climaxing too. Then, I placed Jodie in her stomach, with her legs over the edge of the bed. I then took my slippery seven inch love rod and drove it into her moist love tunnel.
Oh god! She exclaimed as my cock probed deep and deeper into her.
I began to ram her snatch like a jack hammer. Slap! Slap! Slap! My groin banged into her sweet behind.
After several minutes of this constant ramming, Jodie screamed loudly…
I am coming. That’s it… That’s it…
Finally, I could not stand it anymore. I exploded into her with the force of Niagara Falls. I don’t think I have ever ejaculated with such force in my life. I know my wife never got me that hot!
I collapsed on to Jodie with my erect cock still inside her. She was quivering from her multiple orgasms. As we laid there exhausted, my cell phone rang. It was my wife. She had just arrived in Chicago and wondered if the packages had arrived. I told her that Jodie was here and getting everything repackaged for her. She told me to thank her. I said I did several times already and winked at Jodie.
Jodie and I quickly got dressed and got everything in the mail to my wife. As we left the post office, Jodie gave me a hug and said the next time your wife goes away, I will be sure to purposefully change the shipping address on her packages again. She smiled at me and caressed my cock and said I needed an excuse to get you alone.
My wife has been away several times since her Chicago trip and cannot understand why her packages keep getting shipped to the house.
The End
Camel Toe
Lee and I were in the shower after having spent two solid hours working out. I was soaping myself down and sneaking glances at Lee’s fine pair of breasts.
I was jealous, wishing I had some like that. Not very likely without cutting, I knew. My mom was just under six feet tall and flat chested as a board, I managed 5'9" barely and was blessed with the exact same chest.
I even had gone to see a Doctor once about getting something done, all he did was scare me. I sat perched on the edge of an examining table with my top off while the bald headed old fart poked and probed my thimble full of flesh. Then he drew lines underneath, grabbed each nipple and pulled straight up.
I let out a yelp.
“You might lose some sensitivity,” He said. Then I realized the old guy had grown a woody from playing with my 18 year old little titties, that was enough for me.
I sighed, I was resigned to my fate of always being the girl on the outside edge of things.
“What’s up, Mary?” Lee asked me, as she reached down and soaped up her slick hairless slit.
“You look like you are 100 miles away?”
I managed to not let my eyes drop to look at her. Lee had those perfect rounded curves between her legs while I was stuck with a huge mass of flesh that tried to poke out of my pubic hair. Mine was all wrinkled and ugly looking, I know. I used a mirror sometimes to look.
I am not gay by any stretch of the imagination, but a girl has to compare herself to the competition.
“Oh, nothing really, I was just thinking about Mike.”
“Mike, huh?” She gave me a big grin. She stretched her arms over her head, causing her big boobs to lift and jiggle.
Why did she get to look like THAT and I had to look like THIS? It just wasn’t fair.
“Still have the hots for that guy?”
“Well, I like him but I don’t think he even knows I exist.”
Mike was in the same class as me, the star of our high school track team. He was 19, a bit older than the rest of the kids in our class. I had heard something about having him been sick at a young age and missing a year because of it. He had started jogging to build himself back up and developed into an amazing runner as a result. I had spent many days at the field watching him run like the wind, his muscular legs flashing, the shoulder length sandy colored hair streaming out behind.
My excuse for being there was easy, both Lee and I had tried out for the cheerleader’s squad. Lee was a shoo-in, her big breasts bouncing all directions, I barely made the backup squad myself.
That meant I got to carry the equipment, drinks, do everything nobody else wanted to do. But I also had to know all the moves, just in case someone got sick or hurt.
Looking at Mike made my breath catch in my throat, but when we passed in the halls he would nod at my best and brightest smile and walk right on by.
Lee knew that, of course. Lee and I told each other everything. Lee was nearly always the center of attention no matter where she went. For one thing she had filled out nicely, and she also showed it off as best as she could, with one button more undone on her blouses than I really dared, skirts that sometimes got her talked to by the principal. Since our principal was a woman Lee couldn’t pull any of her tricks, but she had all the male teachers eating out of her hand all the time.
“You should tease him a little.” Lee grinned, as she reached for a towel and started drying her hair. I grabbed a towel too, drying my wad of hair off as she tossed her long silky black locks that instantly just fell into place.
My hair required serious brushing to keep it from heading off in several directions.
“Sure, tease him with what? Maybe these?” I lifted my tiny breasts, managing a small bump above each nipple.Lee giggled at me.
“Mary, you have an ass to die for, tease him with that.”
“I am supposed to wiggle my ass at him?”
“Sure, plus lose the brush!” I looked down at the mass of curly reddish brown pubic hair.
“What’s wrong with my….brush?”
“Hell, if he even saw your bare snatch he still couldn’t see it!” She laughed.
“Great. Now I am supposed to show him my snatch?”
“Why not? Get his attention.”
“You are terrible!”
“Yea, I know.,” She laughed.
“I don’t want to shave it.” I told her, still thinking about the time I had tried that a year or so before. I had not only nicked myself in several places but when it started to grow back I found myself squirming in my seat at English class trying to stop the itching.Our teacher Mr. Whited kept looking at me oddly, but I couldn’t help it. It drove me crazy.
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I have no idea how my Dad managed to shave with that thing.
“Naw, don’t shave, that sucks. Get it waxed.”
“Waxed? You mean jerk it out by the roots?”
Like sure, I was going to do that.
“It doesn’t hurt, well, just a little bit. But then it is nice and slick, and you can tease Mike with some Cameltoe.”
“Great, I am supposed to let him peek at my pussy to get his attention?”
“Hey, do you like the guy or not? Guys go nuts if they think they can see a little bit.”
“Well, I do like him but….”
“Come on then! Let’s go get you waxed.” She pulled her blouse over her head, no bra I noticed. Oh, well, class was over. We would be off school grounds before Mrs. Carmen, the principal, could catch her.I had a flowery dress with a full hem, I started to pull on a pair of white cotton panties.
“Leave those off!” Lee said.
“What?”
“Leave them off, you won’t need them, you are getting waxed.”
I sighed, reached for my bra instead.
“Leave that off, too.” Lee giggled.
“I can’t….”
“Yes, you can! I have to teach you about boys, I see.”
“Everybody will know!”
“No they won’t. Well. Not unless you bend over.”
“Hey, we can try that, too!,” Lee giggled.
“Boys won’t want to look at my nipples.”
“Oh yes they will. They will stand on their heads to get a peek, you will see.”
There isn’t much point in trying to argue with Lee once she gets an idea in her head, so I gave up and pulled my dress over my head. I hated that damned bra, anyway. Mom bought it for me, it not only stuck me but it made me look like I had a cardboard box crammed in there. We headed down the hallway towards the door, there were several other students there. I felt naked as a jaybird, I was just sure everybody knew. But we made it to Lee’s Volkswagon without incident.
She started the noisy little car and we were off like a shot. We pulled into a parking lot not 5 miles away, it was a big shopping center with several stores. Lee led me inside the one that had signs out advertising tanning booths and hair treatments.
“Mary needs a wax job!” Lee announced loudly at the counter.
Goddam her.
I blushed as red as I could, thinking I needed sunglasses or a hole to hide in.
The lady on the counter didn’t bat an eyelash, and I was sure glad there was nobody else but women in there at the time.
“OK. It will be about 5 minutes, have a seat.”
We sat and talked, Lee was prattling on and on about how I needed to let my hair grow longer, fix my eyelashes, do this and that. All I could think of was the coming pain I was going to have to deal with. Just then the lady on the counter called my name.
She led me into a small side room, Lee was right behind me. The lady looked at Lee oddly.
“Mary needs me for moral support or she just will chicken out.”
The woman grinned and nodded.
Lee proceeded to plop down in a chair, I looked around. There was a table and a sink, the table covered by a white sheet. I hopped up and sat on the edge of the table. There was a knock on the door, it opened and there stood a muscular older man.
He was at least 6'2," his arms were the size of trash cans. Tattoos on his biceps, he looked like the guy in the soap commercial, bald headed. All he would have needed to do was fold his arms across his chest, the only thing missing was the earring.
I looked at him in shock.
“Hi, Armando!” Lee said.
“Lee! What the hell?”
“This is Armando, he is going to wax you.”
“What? No way! I thought it would be a….”
“Relax, Armando is a pro, he does this all the time. He does mine, too.”
“Lee! I…I can’t.”
“Yes, you can too.”
“But….”
“No buts, you are here, let’s get on with it.”
I sighed again.
“No man has ever….”
“Oh, hell. You have to get used to it sooner or later. Mike has to be able to see it if you want to give him a boner.”
Goddam her.
Armando looked at me and smiled.
“I really am a professional, Miss. But it’s up to you of course.”
“Oh, what the hell.” I felt myself giving up again.
“All right. I need you to remove the dress so nothing can splash on it. And here is a towel to use as a cover. We will start out face down since this is a brazilian.”
He smiled again and left the room.I looked at the towel, it looked like something I might wipe my nose with. Then it hit me, I wasn’t wearing my bra!
Just then he knocked on the door again.
“Ready?” he called out.
“No! Just a minute!”
“Hurry up, get it over with.” Lee said.
I pulled my dress over my head, set it on the back of a chair. I hopped on the table and mashed my chest as tightly as I could against the table, placing the towel over my fanny. It didn’t even reach the table on either side.
Oh, God.
“Ready!” Lee called out, before I could open my mouth.
The door opened and Armando stepped in. I was blushing furiously, actually shaking. I was trapped, completely naked but for the tiny towel with this huge man standing there. I squashed my bare legs together as tightly as I could, closed my eyes.
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He filled a basin with hot soapy water, pulled the towel off me and just started scrubbing my fanny. In short order he had his fingers between my legs.
“Hey!” I managed to squeak.
“Relax, Miss, we need to get the hairs nice and soft.”
I was wishing he would quit calling me “Miss.”
I did everything I could to not respond but I couldn’t help it, I felt my breath quicken and my loins flush. I could feel his fingers actually brush across my rectum, then he used the whole palm of his hand up and down between my legs. I let out an involuntary groan, pressed my pelvis against the table, then instantly flushed even more at having done that. My body was betraying me.
Just as I couldn’t stand it any more he mercifully stopped.
I glanced over at Lee, she was grinning at me.
Armando quickly dried me with another towel, then pulled the cheeks of my behind apart. I felt a cool sensation, and a slight tug. He repeated that, another few tugs and that was it.
“OK, not much back here. Now I need you to turn over.” He said.
I saw him turn his back to rinse out the basin so I took a deep breath and forced myself to roll over while he wasn’t looking.
I put my arm over my little bare breasts to hide my nipples, tucked the towel between my legs.
Armando saw the motion, reached over and handed me another towel so I tugged it into place across my bare chest. Then he turned back, set the basin down and reached into it. He reached over with the other hand and pulled the lower towel off of me, plastered the goop all over my pubic region. I felt those same sensations building again, held my breath. I felt his fingers rub back and forth just above my little button where the hairs were thicker and curled upwards. I was thinking for a few seconds that he was playing, but there was nothing I could do about it. I just gritted my teeth. Then just as I again couldn’t stand it any more he stopped rubbing and started rinsing me off. The warm spray of water wasn’t helping one bit.
I had long since forgotten Lee sitting there. There was a series of quick motions, some tugging and I was thinking he was done. Just as I was preparing to sit up, he reached down and pulled my knee over, spreading my legs. He actually leaned over to look closely, then pressed my other knee over. I blushed again, gritted my teeth as he cleaned up the last few hairs. Then he was done. He picked up a handheld mirror, handed it to me.
“How is that?” He said.
I looked, I didn’t recognize myself. I forgot my bare breasts as the towel slipped down, it actually looked pretty good. I even reached down and pulled on my swollen lips, looking for stray hairs. I started to say something, then realized he was looking me up and down.
I covered my breasts with my arm, stuck the other hand between my legs.
He grinned at me.
“Nice!,” He said, taking a last long look at me.
Then Armando left the room, Lee had on the biggest grin I ever saw.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, not really. But he saw everything I have.”
“That doesn’t matter, Armando is as queer as a three dollar bill!” She laughed.
OH. Well, that seemed to help. I pulled my dress over my head, realizing I really felt naked now.
“Fun, huh?” Lee said with a grin.
“Yes. Kind of.. God, I almost…..”
“Came? Oh, I do every time, that’s no big deal.”
“But you said he is gay?”
“Yea. Well, I think so anyway.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Well, he never shows any real reaction. Guys always react when they have their hands on you.”
“How the hell would you know?”
“Oh, a couple of boys have….” She just giggled.
“Anyway. Now. Let’s plan this out, we need you to get Mike’s attention.”
“I just don’t see how my being waxed is going to do that?”
“You will see. He practices on Saturdays at the park, right?”
“Yea.”
“OK. There is no cheerleader practice this week, so we will be ready.”
So off we went shopping. Lee had me try on several different outfits, finally settling on a baggy legged pantsuit with straps and a white blouse. The blouse was too thin, we had quite a disagreement over my wearing that in public.
“Oh, they don’t even show!” She lied.
I knew damn good and well that my nipples were obvious from any distance at all but I figured the straps could be strategically located. The legs of the bottoms weren’t too short, it was just that they were baggy but I could keep my legs together. We got back to my house, went into my bedroom.
“OK, sit!” I sat on one of the chairs.
“Open your legs a little.”
I did, she looked carefully.
“You need to do more than that, I can’t see anything but a glimpse of your panties.”
“I am not going to do the splits!”
“This won’t work.” She started digging in one of the sacks we brought home, pulled out a pair of sheer pink panties. There wasn’t even a shadow panel.
“Put these on!” I saw her tug the little tag off of them, realized she must have bought them just for this.
“Why don’t I just go bottomless?” I said, holding them up to the light.
“That might work but we want it to look like an accident.”
She had me practice several times, until she thought I had it down just right.
Reach over my shoulder, stick out my left knee, turn to the right, let my legs open wide.
Good grief. I couldn’t believe she actually had me talked into doing that. But I did feel somewhat stimulated at the idea. Finally It was Saturday, we headed off to the field. I had no idea what was going to happen, I felt naked with nothing but the sheer wisp of cloth between my legs.
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It didn’t help that there was a half dozen boys sitting in the grandstands watching the runners when we got there. Lee had on an outfit similar to mine, we went over to the side of the field. Mike was running short spurts, several of his teammates were lining up, then they would dash 50 yards. Mike was always a half dozen steps ahead. Lee put down a blanket and we sat down, I coyly had my knees together.
“OK. When he is walking back, you turn and reach for the water bottle, let your legs open just as he gets there.”
I giggled and nodded, still not sure about this though. I did take some deep breaths, trying to keep from blushing. The guys sailed by us not 10 feet away, Mike was moving ahead of them like always.Then he turned and headed back, he looked our way and smiled. So I reached back for my water bottle, carelessly letting my legs flop open. Mike walked right on by as I turned back, he didn’t even react.
“Did he look?” I whispered.
“Yes, he sure did!”
“God, he saw me then?”
“Yep, Unless he is fucking blind. Hell, he didn’t even hesitate.”
“He must be fucking gay.” I heard her mutter.
“He’s not gay.” I tucked my legs up, not thinking, and took a sip off my water bottle. Just then a shadow fell over me, I looked up.
“Hi, Mary, Hi, Lee!” Billy Hanson stood there, a big grin on his face. Billy was the team water boy, and a bit on the chubby side.
“I love your outfit!” He snickered, his eyes were looking right up the gap in my jumpsuit. Too late I realized and put my legs down, smoothing out the pants legs.
“Go away, Billy!” Lee told him.
“I know what you are doing!” He said in a sing song voice, then wandered off towards the rest of the guys.
“Jesus, you just showed off your nuts to Billy Hanson!” Lee said, laughing.
“Damn it, you could have warned me.”
“Sorry. But that was funny.”
“I am out of here!” I jumped up. Lee followed along behind, we went back to my house. We were supposed to tease Mike, get him interested. Instead all I managed was to get Billy Hanson’s attention?
For a few days after that it seemed that every time I looked up, there was Billy. I tried to ignore him, but he was stubborn. Finally I asked him to leave me alone. He looked at me with a hurt expression on his face.
“OK. But I just found you…you looked so..hot! I didn’t mean to sound like a jerk.” Then he turned and walked away.
Hot? Me? I watched him walk away. I stood there confused.
The next week there was a school dance, one of those things that everybody goes to but nobody is really with anybody. Lee was of course dancing with all of the guys, she even danced with Mike once. As usual, I mostly stood off to the side and watched. A couple of boys did ask me to dance, I got herded around the floor and stepped on a few times. Then Billy walked up and asked me. I was about to say no but for some reason I lifted my hand and went with him.
Billy could dance. Even on the chubby side, his movements were gentle, it was like we had been dancing together for years. I started to have fun. A faster song came on, we picked up the beat and in short order we were laughing, trying to outdo each other. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder.
It was Mike. Even though the beat was fast, he swept me into his arms and we moved across the floor. I got a glimpse of Billy watching us, he had an odd expression on his face but then we turned away and I couldn’t see him. When the song ended, he led me back to where Lee was standing.
“Thanks! Hey, it’s Mary, right? Save me a dance for later.”
I just nodded.
“Wow. Maybe you did get his attention.” Lee grinned.
“It was just a dance.”
“He never danced with you before, did he?”
“No, but…”
“See? Progress.”
Mike came over later and we danced some more, then he asked me if he could call me. Excited, I said sure.
“He wants to call me!” I whispered to Lee later.
“Got him!” She grinned.
A week went by, I saw Mike in the halls but he nodded like always and walked on by. I sat every night close to the phone, it rang a couple of times but we already had wireless TV. I told Lee that Mike hadn’t called.
“He needs another bit of encouragement.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, come on! Everybody will be at the lake this weekend for the festival, we will get him good then.”
Every year the city put on a festival for the fourth of July, nearly everyone goes. There is a nice beach, later in the evening some fireworks. There was always a small carnival, even local bands playing. Since it was going to be hot, everyone would be in shorts or bathing suits.
So Lee started digging in my drawers. She came up with my green one piece suit that my Mom had sewed some padding into the top of. It was now a half size too small but I could get it on.
“This will work!” She said.
“That? It is ugly as sin.” I protested.
“Not after I get done with it. It will drive Mike fucking crazy!”
I sighed and watched as she clipped the stitches holding the padding in, tossed them aside. Then she told me to put it on. I did, she looked me up and down.
“Bend over.” She said. I did, the top was now too big, it flopped off my chest, leaving me basically bare chested.
“I can’t wear this now.,” I told her.
“Sure you can, just be careful. Then when we get Mike into position, just hunch your shoulders forward and give him a peek.”
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