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 ï>¿Claire and the Boys Next Door Ch.  08 byjanscoMÂ(C)

   Claire meets her public at Jim's new job.

   As I drove home from my mall adventure there was the usual excitement
and disbelief, with images of what I'd done crowding everything else from
my mind.  As the day wore on, however, it began to seem as if I was partly
holding back from just reveling in it.  It wasn't regret or even really
embarrassment, but I was having trouble reconciling just how right it felt
in the moment with what I'd actually done.  I had given a someone I didn't
know a blow job in public.  I still had some limits, it seemed.

   My initial thoughts had been to head back out to another mall the very
next day, but after living with my feelings that evening I decided to hold
off for now.  I wasn't concerned but it did seem perhaps best to draw back
a little and give myself some time to decide exactly where I should draw my
boundaries.

   I decided to start thinking about my real life again instead.  At the
end of the summer I would be off to the local college, and while I'd still
stay at home it was an exciting prospect that I hadn't spent much time on.
Sadly it was also mostly logistics at the moment, books to buy and read in
preparation and campuses to get familiar with, so, as the day after wore on
I found myself thinking of the people I'd met recently and what they might
be up to.

   More importantly I found myself wondering why they hadn't been in touch.
Jim had surely found out about my show as a maid and the pictures online,
wasn't he jealous?  Geoff was curious about what happened at the
restaurant, wasn't he?  And didn't Tom want to try and spank me again?  By
early evening my head was again distracted by thoughts of my recently
discovered pastime.

   The next morning without thinking too much I checked who was home on
either side of my house, telling myself it was just to know if they might
be in touch.  As it happened I was disappointed, it seemed at least one of
Tom's parents was there while Geoff wasn't.  I went back to trying to read
but it was slow going and the day dragged again until early afternoon when
I heard the doorbell ring.

   I hesitated only very slightly and then made my way to answer it with
mild excitement.  I told myself it was very likely to be a delivery but it
was Tom and he stood exuding his usual slightly nervous energy.

   "Hi, Claire, can I, er, come in?" He was carrying a messenger bag and
looked like he was on his way somewhere.

   "Yes, of course." I stepped back and we went through to the front room.

   I was curious but also more detached than I'd been previously.  I was
expecting him to have some scheme involving me pretty soon losing my
clothes, but although I wanted to hear it I felt like I might be able to
say no.  He hesitated, wondering whether to sit while I calmly walked to a
chair and sank into it.  In the end he opted for the sofa, putting the bag
he was carrying down next to him.

   "This is a nice surprise."

   He smiled.

   "I was wondering if you might get in touch, it's been a little while."

   "Oh, only a week or so."

   "A bit longer I think, and we had been seeing a lot of each other before
that." Obviously I slightly emphasised "a lot".

   "Well, yeah, I." I didn't help him out, waiting for the sentence to
continue.  "I guess I didn't know if you were OK with," another pause, "you
know, what happened."

   "Do you mean spanking me with a ruler or getting pictures of me naked
put on the internet?"

   Tom was blushing at this point.  "I, er, both, I suppose."

   "Or maybe just making me strip for your friends in the first place."

   He was mostly staring at his shoes now.  Normally I'd let him off the
hook at this point, but today I decided to just see what happened.

   "I'm sorry." More staring.  "I just thought you were into it all, you
know?"

   He looked up at me, I tried to keep a neutral expression.

   "I suppose I got carried away but, I mean, you could have just left
and." He seemed to gather himself slightly.  "You came round dressed like
that."

   He was managing to hold my gaze a little bit.

   "It really didn't feel like I was forcing you to do anything."

   There was a flicker of the person who'd decided to take advantage of me
last week, if I was honest it felt good to see.  I shrugged, "fine, if
that's the way you see it."

   He watched me, still a little unsure but this time I did break the
silence.  "Why did you come round today, then?"

   "It's Jim, he's back, and.."

   "He's upset he missed the show?"

   "Kind of."

   "Only kind of?  That doesn't sound like Jim."

   "Yeah, he was pissed off, but that's not why I'm here now.  It's that,
you know, I think we should do something for him."

   "You think or he's making you?"

   "I think." I continued to just stare slightly sceptically.  "He has
mentioned a few things, but he doesn't know I'm here.  It's my idea."

   "I see, and I suppose by us you actually mean me, and by doing something
you actually mean taking my clothes off for him?"

   Despite his growing confidence he was still squirming through most of
this conversation, while I was loving it.  It seemed exactly what I needed.

   "It did seem a bit unfair that I got to see you, you know." He waved his
hand vaguely.

   "Completely naked in your living room?"

   He looked at me, again more nervous.  "Well, Jim just got to see the
pictures, so also, er, with your legs, um, apart." The sentence tailed off
again.  " And us sat watching."

   The memory and the way Tom talked about it made my stomach flip
slightly, I wondered if my more firm act was slightly undermined by a
slight blush.  I tried to carry on in the same vein anyway.

   "Yeah, I guess it maybe was unfair." I smiled a little as I carried on.
"But there's plenty of guys who haven't seen me do anything at all, do they
all have to get their fair share as well?"

   "No." I waited till he'd gathered his thoughts again.  "It's just with
Jim, we'd always done it together, the three of us.  I think he felt left
out."

   I smiled internally, it was almost as if Tom thought the three of us
were in a club together.  A perfectly normal group of friends, it's just
our shared interest was my body.  Though, when I thought of it like that it
seemed a pretty accurate description.

   "I suppose it was the three of us that started this, even if lots has
happened since then."

   There was a slight pause while we both considered thing, then Tom
hesitatingly asked, "lots?"

   I remembered that he didn't really know what I'd been up to without him.
I decided to try and move on without addressing the point.

   "I'm not saying yes or anything, but what did you have in mind?"

   He shuffled forward in his seat enthusiastically.  "Well, the reason he
hasn't come round himself is that after he got back from holiday his
parents made him take a job, he needs the money to start college."

   "OK."

   "Yeah, so I figured we could go round and surprise him.  He works at a
cinema not far away."

   "You want me to go strip for him in a cinema?!"

   "No, not strip.  I figured you could just wear something a bit revealing
and maybe let Jim see you.  Just a bit of fun while he has to work."

   "Well, that sounds pretty easy." I was obviously surprised it was so
little and was practically agreeing already.  "What sort of thing did you
have in mind?  I'll have to have a think about what I have."

   "I, er, brought something that I think would work." He looked at his
bag.

   I smiled.  "You did, did you?"

   "Yeah." He paused.  "I didn't know what you'd have and I saw it
yesterday and."

   "You like getting clothes for me, don't you?"

   He smiled slightly nervously but then decided to own it.  "Yeah." He
looked at me almost confidently in the end.

   "Well, I don't mind.  Let's see it."

   He opened the bag and pulled something out, spreading it and holding it
up for me to see.  It looked very small and I realised it was an off white,
short tube dress in what seemed a stretchy material.  It would need to
stretch a fair amount just for me to get it on.  It seemed when Tom said
revealing he wasn't messing about.

   "I think that Jim would see a fair amount of me." I looked at it.  "Do
you know how transparent it is, would people see my underwear?"

   "I don't think it's transparent but I, er.  I was thinking you'd wear it
without any underwear."

   I looked at him slightly surprised.  "I don't think I could wear that in
public without underwear, Tom." I was beginning to get a little worried and
also quite excited, completely public exposure wasn't something I'd done
yet.

   "In fact I'm not sure I could wear it in public at all, it's very short
and I think it would be skin tight."

   "You'd look great!" Tom was his usual enthusiastic self.  "And you can
wear a coat until we get to where Jim works, so you'd be covered up most of
the time."

   I thought about the coats I had.  If I wore anything too big I'd look
like I was naked underneath it and it was the height of summer anyway, but
the seasonal jackets I had wouldn't really cover all the dress.  I had to
try it on, though, I was already curious about how it would look.

   "I guess I'll see how it looks on first."

   I stood up intending to get the dress and Tom stood as well, I reached
to take it but he hesitated.

   "Do you, er, need any help?"

   I smiled.  "To try on a dress?  I think I'll manage."

   He nodded.  "Yeah, but if you wanted my opinion on how it looks.."

   "You want to come watch me change?"

   He waited not actually saying it.  It obviously wouldn't be the first
time.

   "Wouldn't that be even more unfair on Jim?"

   "Yes, I suppose." He seemed to accept this as a no.

   I took the dress and wondered what to say next.  I couldn't resist
dropping a small hint.

   "Well, my bedroom door doesn't lock so, " I shrugged, "it's between you
and your conscience." I gave him my biggest smile and made my way out.

   As I got to my room it didn't seem like Tom was following yet.  I really
wasn't sure if I wanted him to watch or not, I was already mostly focused
on how the dress would look and if I dared go outside in it.

   I quickly took off what I'd been wearing and held the dress up to see
how best to get it on.  As I expected it was just a stretchy tube, so I
stepped in and pulled it up my legs.  The material felt very thin and light
as it slid across my skin.

   I settled it in place around my hips and smoothed down the skirt.  When
I had it sitting where it seemed to want to it reached not quite half way
down my thighs.  Sitting down without panties would be a tricky business.
Well, tricky if I didn't want people to see up the skirt.  If I did want
them to see it would be very simple.

   I shuffled the dress across my tummy, I could see the material tightly
gripping my form and I wondered how much it would squash my breasts or if
it would give enough to have them sit, and no doubt bounce, fairly
naturally.  As I began to ease it up over my boobs I heard footsteps on the
stairs.  Tom had cracked.

   I smiled, he was really too late but I quickly decided to give him a
break.  I waited with the dress just slightly below my boobs until I heard
the door start to creak open.  I held my position for a short beat then
pulled the dress into place before looking up to see Tom paused in the
doorway.

   "Bit late I'm afraid."

   He didn't answer but walked slowly into the room, his eyes locked on my
body as usual.  "Wow, Claire, you look great."

   As ever hearing a guy say that did its work, I felt the warm glow of
exhibitionism.  To be honest that was all I felt, the dress seemed as if it
wasn't even there.

   Tom wandered closely around me, it made a change from me spinning about
I supposed.  I looked down, the dress was actually choosing the best of
both worlds with my breasts.  It ended low enough to offer lots of
cleavage, however it also stretched remarkably and they hung against my
body seemingly freely.  The dress did seem completely opaque but it was
thin enough that my nipples were already noticeable.

   "Is it what you expected?"

   "Oh yeah, Jim will love it."

   "I can't wear this in public, though, can I?  I mean, I feel like I'm
naked and it barely covers me.  Everyone will be staring!"

   Tom hesitated, that was clearly the whole point.  "Don't worry, you'll
have your coat.  Besides, it's just a party dress that girls wear, it's not
anything unusual.  They sell it in the mall just next door to where Jim
works."

   I looked down at me again.  "I don't think anyone wears dresses like
this to watch a film."

   Tom sounded ever more enthusiastic as he continued to closely inspect my
body in the tiny, tight dress.  "Yeah they do, some girls anyway."

   We both knew what sort of girls he meant.  We both knew that I was
pretty much one of them.

   "I guess they might."

   I saw him look down to the knickers I'd discarded on the floor.

   "Are you wearing any.."

   "No underwear, as ordered." I said with mock seriousness.

   He looked slightly embarrassed by his question, but only slightly.

   "Do I need to prove it?" I kept the serious tone.

   He shuffled his feet.  "That's OK."

   I softened a little.  "I'm pretty sure you noticed I didn't have a bra
on when you came in."

   He ignored me.  "Well, we can get going then.  He started at one, I
think." He looked at his watch, clearly impatient for the off.

   "I think I need to put on some make up and maybe fix my hair as well. 
To go out in public I need to look like someone who wears this sort of
thing all the time, so." I shrugged, I didn't quite say I needed to look
like a bimbo but it was heavily implied.

   "Yeah, that sounds a good idea."

   We looked at each other for a moment, as ever I'd agreed to the plan
without actually saying so or even really noticing.  "I'll see you
downstairs in a bit?"

   "OK."

   Tom headed down and I grabbed my makeup bag and went though to my Mum's
dresser.  Although I didn't wear much normally she wore it every day and
had taught me well, so I was pretty confident in what I was doing.  Though,
as it took shape, not entirely confident I could go out like that.

   I used a lot of quite pale foundation, loads of mascara and painted my
eyebrows prominently.  I then added a fair amount of pink eye liner,
blusher and lip stick.  The effect looked exactly as I'd imagined though it
was slightly strange to see myself like that.  It looked like I wanted men
to stare at me, and I supposed I did.

   Then I combed my hair, which was still around shoulder length, and
shaped it using way more hair spray than I normally do.  By the end it hung
in strands and slight curls framing my face and sometimes falling across it
to hide one eye.  It was simple but it was also obviously done so that
people would notice me.  I studied myself in the mirror for a little while
more but my job was done.  Without thinking too deeply I got up and headed
down to join Tom.

   My extra preparation clearly found an appreciative audience, Tom looked
even more slack jawed as I entered the living room again.

   "Wow, Claire, you look.."

   I laughed.  "You've already said that."

   "I know, but.  Honestly, you look like a." He hesitated.  "You know, a
model."

   I think he meant a particular kind of model but it didn't bother me, it
was what I'd been aiming for after all.  My planned restraint was gone and
I was firmly back in the mood of not thinking about what I was doing.  The
part of me actually taking note seemed far away and pretty powerless.

   "So, shall we go?"

   "Don't you need a coat as well?  And some shoes?"

   "Of course." I hadn't thought about the coat for a while but it still
seemed for the best.  "I can get them from the hall on the way out."

   Tom followed me and watched as I slipped on some high heels, no doubt
enjoying the show as I bent over slightly.  I opened the closet and quickly
picked a light grey hoodie, it would go quite nicely and if I zipped it up
would cover most of me while still letting the dress peek out beneath.  If
I zipped it up.  For the moment, however, I let it hang open.

   "Shall we?"

   "Claire, is it OK if I pick you up at the bottom of the street?"

   "What?  Why?"

   "My Dad's at home and my car's on the drive, if he saw you dressed like
that then." He let the sentence trail off, it was fairly obvious what he
meant.

   "What does he think you're doing now?"

   "I said I was going for a walk."

   "I guess that's OK." I zipped up my hoodie.  "Shall I go first?"

   "Yeah, I think so, I won't be able to wait too long on the road."

   "Right then." I was more nervous now, just walking along the road alone
hadn't been part of my mental image of the journey.  That said our sleepy
neighbourhood was surely far less populated than where we were going.  I
opened the door, gave Tom a little wave and headed out.

   Straight away I could feel the sun and air on my legs.  As I walked
briskly down the road all that could be heard was the click clack of my
heels on the pavement.  I felt my bum sway and the hoodie almost
immediately rode up to my hips.  I wondered if Tom had set off yet but I
was hesitant to look back.

   As I was half way down I heard the inevitable sound of an engine behind
me.  I wondered if I should pull the hoodie down but thought that might
just call more attention to myself.  As it approached I tried to act
normally but was aware of every part of my body as it moved.  I watched as
the car pulled by and then away, a man driving obviously doing his best to
catch a few more glimpses of me as he passed.  If anything I felt my
confidence grow, worrying about it being someone I knew seemed very far
off.

   I got to the bottom of the road and turned the corner.  It would be
busier here, though for the moment no one was about.  I wondered how long
Tom would be.

   After a short time the first car passed on the other side of the road,
it wasn't obvious if the guy driving had seen me but it seemed likely.  I
found myself tugging my hoodie down as the next one approached and passed,
this time a woman obviously doing a mild double take in my direction.  From
then on there was a steady stream, I found myself wishing Tom would hurry
up.

   The biggest reaction I got was from a man who looked to be in his 40s,
he passed on my side of street and had obviously seen me in time to slow
down as he went by.  He smiled at me and I found myself smiling nervously
back.  He carried on slowly for a while but then pulled over and started
backing towards me.  I wondered what to do but there wasn't really anything
I could do, I just waited till he again pulled along side.  His window was
already down.

   "Hello there."

   "Hello." I saw him looking down at my legs a few times.

   "I couldn't help noticing you just standing here, do you need any help?"

   "No, I'm fine." I paused.  "Someone's just coming for me."

   "Oh, right."

   I smiled and hoped he'd leave, but he didn't drive off.

   "It's pretty unusual to see a girl like you around here."

   "Is it?" I didn't really know what he meant, or what to say.

   "Yes, it's a pretty quiet place."

   "Oh, right." I tried to sound as bored as I was nervous.

   There was a pause, he looked at me and my body, then up and down the
street and then back again.

   "Look, if you've someone coming soon could I just get something quickly?
Maybe you could show me your body on the back seat?"

   He talked quickly and quite quietly, but I heard him fine.  I froze
horrified, I couldn't really believe it.

   "I, er, I don't do that sort of thing.  I'm just waiting for a friend."

   From the way his face fell I could tell that my own startled expression
and slightly terrified speech had been quite convincing.  He suddenly
started stammering himself.

   "Oh, look, I didn't know.  I." He looked around again.  "You're really
waiting for a friend?"

   "Yes." Part of me was of course wondering why I didn't go with it and
expose myself to him like I had to quite a few other guys.  It wouldn't
have even been the first time I got paid for it.

   "Wow, look, I really am sorry.  I." He looked at me again and shook his
head.  "The way you look, you can't blame me."

   I didn't reply and after a few more glances he drove away.  I stood
there feeling slightly strange but Tom appeared after a minute or so, he
stopped sharply and I got inside.

   "Sorry, Claire, I ended up chatting to my Dad a little.  I couldn't tell
him you were waiting, obviously."

   "That's fine but let's go." I didn't bother filling him in about what
had just happened.

   We set off and the drive over was short and uneventful, we were soon
pulling into the car park.

   "OK, er, there it is.  I'll wait for you here."

   It was the local multiplex which I knew well, though I felt Tom was
rushing me a little.

   "OK, but where's Jim.  I can't just be wandering round looking for him
like this."

   "He'll be in the lobby, either cleaning up or on one of the counters. 
You can just go and talk to him."

   "In the lobby?  With everyone else around?" As it got closer I was
starting to get nervous, the dress was short and, as I was now keenly
aware, I looked a bit like a prostitute.

   Tom looked slightly worried and like he didn't know what to say, but
also as if he couldn't quite understand why I was worried about people
seeing me.

   "Well, yeah, but." He shrugged.  "There won't be that many people, it's
early."

   "I dunno." I did know really, I was certainly nervous and apprehensive
but wasn't close to considering asking to go home.  "You have to come with
me."

   "The idea was it was just you and him.  You know, like it was just me
the other week."

   "Come to the door then.  Just inside." I looked at him.  "Come on, Tom,
I've never worn anything like this in public before."

   He hesitated only slightly this time.  "OK."

   He got out of the car and walked round to open my door.  I waited a few
more moments, gathered my hoodie around me and then stepped out.

   The walk across the car park was pretty anti climactic.  There was
hardly anyone about and it seemed my hoodie made me fairly nondescript from
a distance as those that were paid no attention whatsoever.  We reached the
door and went inside.

   The lobby was a large, mostly open space with separate counters for
tickets and food, and then the doors to the cinemas along two walls towards
the back.  They usually checked tickets as people went inside so we
shouldn't have any trouble finding Jim.  It was not too crowded and as we
stepped to one side and started looking for him I still felt largely OK.

   "There he is."

   Tom pointed and I could see Jim towards the back of the room, he was
sweeping the floor and hadn't noticed us.

   "OK, off you go." Tom was still all business.  "I'll take your coat." He
reached out to slip my hoodie from my shoulders.

   "What?  No!  You don't need my coat." I still didn't feel quite ready to
be exposed in public.

   Tom hesitated, but only slightly.  "But, Claire, you can't go over with
your coat still on.  The whole point is to surprise him." I thought I could
hear him getting slightly exasperated with me

   "I could maybe just show him a little of the dress out here.  Maybe find
somewhere a bit more private for more?"

   I was still objecting, but given how little I wanted people to look at
us I kept my voice quiet and it was weak.  Tom had taken a good grip of the
hoodie and it seemed the more discreet course of action was to let him take
it.

   "You'll be fine.  You look great."

   I couldn't stop myself from holding on slightly as he took the hoodie
off both shoulders.  Soon, however, it was gone and he took a step back.  I
saw him give my body a once over, nodding to himself as he did.  I looked
down and a jolt of fear ran through me as I saw again just how little I was
wearing while the noise of a public place very obviously surrounded me.

   I could see the hem was sat above mid thigh, and I knew from experience
it would immediately ride a few inches higher as soon as I set off walking.
I couldn't stop myself from reaching down to try and pull the hem slightly
lower, but it was a useless gesture.  Even moderate force would slip the
dress off my boobs and let them bounce free.

   "OK, off you go," Tom said in a quiet voice.  I looked up and he was
already edging away, he clearly wanted me to move away from him as soon as
possible.  I realised that the only way to end this exposure was to get it
over with.

   Jim was still obliviously cleaning the floor what seemed liked miles
away.  I could already see a few people glance my way and I was so self
conscious I wondered if I could remember how to walk.  I somehow set off.

   I made a beeline for Jim, trying to control my pace but also trying to
go as quickly as I dared.  I felt every part of my body move as I went and
the air flow across my thighs coupled with the way my breasts and bum
bounced slightly in motion meant I really did feel naked.  From the looks I
attracted as I went it seemed I might as well be.  No one said anything,
but I could see and feel the attention which got stranger and stronger as I
went.

   After a while I noticed some people just openly watching.  They had
obviously spotted me early and became more interested as I approached.  A
man on his own just stared with a blank expression on his face as I passed,
while two guys around my age took as many long glances as they dared from a
vantage point leant against a wall.

   I was also attracting the odd look of surprise, confusion or worse from
a few women, which kept me from really starting to enjoy the male
attention. While this was a dress you might wear casually with a top and
some tights, on its own and with my make up meant I was very obviously out
of place.  I hoped I looked like someone who had misjudged things rather
than part of some practical joke or strip show, and I tried to put worry
from my mind as I got closer to Jim.  Whatever else I felt, there was still
the part of me that wanted to put on a good show for him.

   As I crossed the last few feet I saw him look up.  He first looked
bored, then briefly very surprised, then as I began to speak he composed
himself as if I were a normal customer.  He clearly hadn't recognised me
yet.  We were enough away from anyone that they shouldn't overhear our
conversation, and without really thinking I decided to try and see how far
I could go before he figured out it was me.

   "Hello, could you have a look at something for me?" I tried to sound
casual as I leant towards him slightly with a finger lightly nestled
between my boobs and touching the top of my dress.  It had the effect I
wanted.

   "Oh, er, yeah, I.  What was it?"

   Jim's eloquent speech was accompanied by him fumbling with the broom and
taking 3 or 4 glances down my dress before I straightened up.

   "Well, it's just over there." I pointed vaguely but I was rumbled
already.

   "Claire?  Is that you?" Jim sounded surprised but pretty certain of the
answer.  I dropped my act and smiled.

   "Hi, Jim, I wondered how long it would take you."

   Once he was sure he took the opportunity to look at me directly, running
his eyes over my body.

   "Wow, you look amazing."

   "Thanks." I smiled wider, that sort of thing really never seemed to get
old for me.

   "But, I mean.  Wow." He glanced around, seeming to remember where we
were.  "Can you really wear that here?"

   "No one's stopping me so far."

   I tried to sound far more confident than I was.  I was even uncertain of
basic things like where to put my arms as I stood, my instinct was to try
and cover up but I tried to fight it leaving them hanging stiffly by my
sides.

   "Yeah, I know, but." He looked over to where the two guys were still
watching me closely.  They studiously avoided eye contact.

   "Don't worry, I won't stay long."

   He looked back at me, uncertain but also excited.  "OK, er, why are you
here?"

   "Well, we haven't seen each other for a while, and I heard you were
working here."

   "Did Tom tell you?" His face darkened slightly.

   "Yeah, but let's not talk about Tom.  I came to see you!"

   I saw him study my face, seemingly trying to decide if he should get
annoyed or not.  From what I knew of Jim then he would have been pretty
angry when he heard about the other week, I hoped he wouldn't dwell on
that. I decided to try and get him thinking of something else.

   "So, what do you think of my dress?"

   I figured a spin might be a bit too blatant for where we were, so I
pushed my breasts forwards and ostentatiously looked down at my body.  My
nipples were visible as the dress tightly clung to my curves, at least for
the parts of my body it actually covered.  I tried to ignore the extended
audience I could see from the corner of my eye and imagine us back in my
bedroom that first time.

   Jim looked closely, seemingly now fully occupied with that task.  I took
the opportunity to step closer to him.

   "God, Claire.  Are you wearing any underwear at all?"

   I smiled up at him.  "That would be telling."

   He looked down again, I saw his hand start to move towards me but it
stopped fairly quickly.

   "Oh, shit." He had looked up and his face seemed worried again.

   "What is it." I made to turn but Jim grabbed my arm lightly.

   "Some woman is talking to my boss and pointing this way.  I think she
probably doesn't like what you're wearing."

   "Is it that bad?" I started to say, but Jim was already pushing me to
get me moving.  We headed over to a nearby staff door.

   "Let's go through here, I don't think he quite spotted us."

   We came out into a corridor, and Jim quickly ushered me along and then
though another door to the left.  I quickly found myself stood facing him
in a smallish supply cupboard.  I looked around briefly.

   "Is this where you take all the girls?"

   "Sorry, Claire, but I'm pretty sure you'd get kicked out."

   I laughed a little, the adrenaline from the public experience was
leaving me slightly and I was beginning to relax.  "I suppose it is a bit
risquÃ(C) for an afternoon at the movies."

   "Yeah, I can't believe you're wearing that in public."

   This time as he looked there was nothing stopping him from reaching out
and taking hold of the fabric, picking the hem up slightly from my thigh as
he rubbed it between his fingers.

   "Does it pass your inspection."

   "God, yeah.  I wish you'd have shown it to us in your bedroom the other
week."

   I chuckled slightly again.  "I dunno, I bet if I'd have put this on
instead of that bikini you'd have complained."

   "Yeah, I suppose." He took a moment to think about it, then suddenly
sprang into action with a smile on his face.

   "OK, turn round," he said patting me on either side of my hips.  I
turned without thinking too much and he held me at the waist as I went.

   "Right, let's check what I was asking about earlier." As he said this he
ran a hand across to the small of my back and pushed me lightly forwards. I
quickly found myself using my hands against some shelving to support
myself. Jim's grip at my hips kept my legs straight so I bent at the waist.

   I had already let out a "hey" when I felt both of Jim's hands drop to
the bottom of my dress.  It was fairly obvious what he was about to do so I
reached back and grabbed one of his wrists.  It wasn't with any real force
but it made him stop.

   "What do you think you're doing?" I sounded flushed all of a sudden.

   "Checking if you're wearing any underwear." He was trying to sound
matter of fact but couldn't keep some slight amusement from his voice.

   I hesitated, given what we'd done in the past and how I was obviously
there to show off, I couldn't really complain about his assumptions.  My
pause lingered and he carried on.

   "Isn't this why you're here?  To make up for last week with Tom?"

   The more entitled he acted the more I felt like resisting.  I stood back
up, we were very close together now and Jim still held me at each hip.  I
could feel his body touching me lightly on my bum, I knew what part of him
it must be.

   "I don't think I need to 'make up' for anything, but I came to show you
the dress, and." My sentence trailed off, I still didn't have that good of
an argument.  Besides, I knew I would eventually let him lift my skirt up
no matter what.

   "Come on, Claire, I heard what you did with Tom and the rest, it's only
fair."

   Jim definitely seemed to think he was owed something.  I could feel him
taking a firmer grip on the hem of my dress and if only to stop him lifting
it without my permission I gave in.

   "OK, fine, just a quick peek."

   I don't think I even finished the sentence before Jim pulled the dress
up with both hands.  It was immediately clear his intention was to take it
off completely, and once again taken by surprise I found myself helping him
without thinking.  My arms raised instinctively as the fabric slid up
quickly and I yelped slightly as a few strands of hair were trapped and
pulled out, but by then I was already naked.  Jim had slipped it completely
off my body with incredible ease.

   "Jim!  What, the?!"

   I stepped forwards away from him as far as the tiny space allowed and
turned around.  If I was trying to stop him getting a look at my nakedness
it wasn't the best move but I was still just shocked at how fast things had
progressed.  I hugged one hand across my boobs and waved the other about in
gesticulation.

   "What do you think you're doing?!"

   Jim also took a step back, he was smiling as he held my dress bunched up
in one hand clearly taking in as much of me as possible.

   "Well, it seemed the easiest way to check." He paused.  "As I thought,
no underwear at all."

   "I said just a peek!"

   "This will be just a peek, I have to get back out there fairly quick or
someone will notice I'm gone."

   Although it had been unanticipated, now that it had happened I wasn't
worried by being naked in front of Jim, my anger was largely from shock and
even that was fading fast.  Now I was in a private setting and with someone
I knew I was on comfortable ground.

   I looked at him for a few more moments but I felt my body relax and my
breathing get under control again.

   "I can't believe you.  I try to do you a favour, and this is how you
treat me immediately." As I spoke I nonetheless dropped all pretence at
trying to cover up, accepting my fate.

   Jim just stared for a few moments, letting out another quiet, "god,
Claire," as he did so.  I reflected that this was the first time Jim had me
naked to himself, I wondered how long he might stretch the limited time he
thought he had.

   After a while he looked at my dress in his hand.  "Look at that, it's
tiny!" A few moments more and he started stuffing it in his trouser pocket,
it went inside pretty easily.  "It fits in my pocket!"

   "Yeah, it's a small dress.  I think you and quite a few others noticed."

   He laughed.  "Those two guys opposite couldn't believe their luck."

   "And the man a few screens down, I think he just watched me the whole
time."

   "Who can blame him, I mean, you were hardly wearing anything." He went
back to staring and then waved his hand to indicate I should turn round.  I
complied as he asked, "how did you get here, anyway?"

   I figured now I was naked for him it was time to come clean.  "Tom
brought me," I said as I bent over slightly to better present my bare bum.

   "Oh, right." He seemed a little annoyed but also pretty distracted.  "So
he's waiting outside, is he?"

   "Yeah."

   There was silence for a little while while Jim processed this.

   "Well, I guess today it's me who gets to do this." And he quickly gave
my ass cheek a swat.  The sound was sharp and I straightened up
immediately.

   "Ow, Jim!" I rubbed my bum, it stung slightly but he hadn't smacked me
that hard.  Certainly not as hard as Tom had with the ruler.

   He laughed.  "That was about as fun as I thought it would be."

   I looked back over my shoulder at him.  "It's not the first time you've
done it."

   "First time with with you like this." He gestured towards me, his voice
was much softer than it often was.  "Completely naked, just waiting for
it."

   "I wasn't waiting for you to smack my ass!"

   He straightened up slightly and regained his usual volume.  "Well, now
you can." He moved to push me forwards again.  I bent a little bit under
his hand but steadied myself on the shelves and turned my body slightly
towards him.

   "Jim, no!  You can't spank me in a cupboard!"

   He didn't move his hand from my back and looked at me, a grin plastered
across his face.

   "Why not?"

   I was stuck in the slightly awkward position, half bent forwards with my
torso turned back to him so my tits hung down, swaying gently as he stared
at them.

   "OK, but six, just like Tom." As ever for all my talk I crumbled
immediately.

   "You got spanked way more than six times."

   "Yeah, but there were four of them."

   He shrugged as if to say that was an irrelevant detail.  He increased
the pressure on my back.

   "Jim!"

   "Oh, don't worry I'll get bored eventually."

   I felt myself turning back round and letting him push me into position.
A massive part of my brain was amazed and annoyed at me but it had no
control of the situation.

   His hand pressed until I was bent 90 degrees at the waist.  I gripped
the posts that supported the shelves and arched my back, taking a couple of
short steps towards him so I had enough room to stretch out.  Jim stood
still and once again I pressed my bum into his crotch.  I felt him start
slightly but he kept himself in place, unsurprisingly he was fairly hard.

   Eventually he stepped back the few paces he could and I'm sure took a
good look.  Soon I felt his knee press ever so lightly between my thighs
but I reacted immediately and widened my legs.  I shuffled until they were
a few feet apart and my pussy was now another part of my body on which I
could feel the air conditioning.

   Over the last few minutes I'd imperceptibly moved into exhibitionist
mode.  My mind was blank but my heart was racing and I could feel myself
start to get short of breath.  I was desperate to find out what part of my
body Jim was looking at, but equally motivated to hold the position I was
in as I knew what a spectacle of my naked body it made for him.

   The wait stretched longer and longer, I couldn't help myself from
saying, "Jim, get on with it!" I think I intended it to mean I wanted
things over with, but it largely sounded like I was begging him to spank
me.

   He waited a few moments more and then said, "OK," in that quiet voice
from earlier.  Then the first smack came.  He hit me harder than the last
time but still firmly in the realms of play.  I felt a warm sting grow and
I again found a part of myself idly wondering if I enjoyed the mild pain
itself, or if it was just about being naked and doing as I was told to.  As
the next one landed on my other butt cheek it didn't seem too important.

   After the third one the warm pain grew a little more and I found myself
moving my legs and back slightly, not breaking position but shifting a
little in place.

   "I'm enjoying this." Jim was regaining a cocky edge to his voice.

   "Just a few more." I replied, hopefully firmly.  It was hard to sound in
control given the position I was in.  Instead of another smack, though, I
felt both of Jim's hands suddenly cup either side of my bum.

   "Can you just move a little, I need more room." He guided me a few steps
to the left, cupping my butt as we went.  Once in place I looked back at
him.

   "I could probably have done that without your help, you know." I looked
at his left hand which was still resting on my ass.

   "Oh, come on, I've definitely done this before." He started squeezing
and rubbing, copying his actions from when he applied sun cream in Tom's
garden.

   I shook my head as if I was indifferent but I could also feel myself
push back against his hand.  His fingers drifted a few centimetres from my
pussy which must have been completely visible to him and I'm sure was
noticeably wet.

   "Though things do look a little differently this time round."

   Jim was concentrating his gaze on my arse and I watched as he pressed a
hand into a butt cheek and pushed it to the side.  I could feel the effect
it had, spreading me open for his inspection.  I found myself holding my
breath and wondering how far he would take this, if I was honest I would
probably have let him slide his fingers into me.  He held the position for
a quite a while then released, I turned my head back quickly hoping he
wouldn't realise I had watched him do it.

   "Ready for a few more?"

   An ever shrinking part of my brain protested but all I managed was a
nod. I felt out of breath and increasingly excited.

   He fondled my bum a few more times before drawing his hand back and
spanking me hard again.  This time he went twice in very quick succession
and after the second blow in the same spot I couldn't help but let out a
small cry.

   "That's more like it." Jim chuckled.

   "It's starting to hurt," I moaned as I again flexed my legs and shuffled
on the spot.  Jim's hand on my bum was now pretty much a constant.

   "Well I am trying, now keep still."

   Obediently I got back fully into position, even the vague thought of
complaint was pretty much absent now.  My consciousness was reducing down
to nothing but the feelings of spreading warmth on my butt cheeks and
pussy, I felt like I would stay in that position forever.

   The next time four cracks rang out as Jim alternated between cheeks as
he went.  I gasped between each one, though they sounded as much in
pleasure as pain.  I felt a few tears in my eyes but this time stayed in
place throughout, with my body still stretched taut as I held on to the
shelves and pointed my bum towards him.

   "It's getting quite red." Jim's cocky tone was reduced and he seemed
almost curious as he lightly traced what was probably a hand print on my
ass.  "What did you expect" came to mind, but I was too breathless to
actually say it.  Jim must have taken my silence for complete submission,
which was essentially accurate.

   "This is much better." He smacked me again.  "You know, without the
backchat."

   There was amusement in his voice as he talked, as if he knew we were
both playing a part.  Though the slaps on my bum were certainly real, and
another one came soon enough.  By now I was letting out a breathy grunt
each time his palm landed on my ass and it felt like my cheeks were on
fire, and while there was still something very pleasing about the heat I
did begin to wonder how much more I could take.  As another slap landed and
I felt my arse jiggle around once again I tried to summon up the will to
say something to him.

   After that batch Jim once again started playing with my butt and the
tops of my thighs.  I felt him open my pussy up several times as he did so,
and despite my resolve to say something I was was still mostly holding my
breath and concentrating on the feel of his hands.  It was Jim who was the
first to speak.

   "I wonder if we could try."

   Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Jim froze as I looked up
startled.

   "Jim, is that you?" The female voice sounded slightly confused.  "Are
you in here?"

   At that the handle started turning, luckily Jim was close to the door
and he jumped across and blocked it with his foot.

   "Yeah, er, I." He wasn't particularly eloquent but it did the job for
now.  I stood up and huddled at the back of the room as far from the door
as possible, it wasn't very far.  Jim stepped to the side, but kept one
foot behind the door while he opened it slightly.

   "Oh, hi, Jess, do you need something?  I've just ran out of bleach."

   "Er, no.  It's the boss, he's looking for you." Jess, whoever she was,
still sounded a little uncertain.

   "Oh, right, I'll go find him." There was a pause, during which I hoped
Jess had decided to leave, but then Jim continued.  "I just need to get a."

   He kept his foot in place and reached back to grab a bottle off the
shelf, then he turned back to the door.  It seemed like he might be leaving
himself.

   "Jim!" I whispered as forcefully as I dared.  He looked back, his
expression didn't fill me with great confidence.

   "Don't worry," he mouthed, and then maybe, "back soon," but it wasn't
completely clear.

   "No!  Wait!" I hissed, but it was useless.  He slipped through the tiny
crack he'd made in the door and was gone.

   I stood there in a state of shock, then I heard what seemed to be a key
turning in the lock.  My heart leapt even higher but the door didn't open,
and I realised that it was probably Jim locking it as he left, presumably
trying to ensure I went undetected.  I certainly wanted to manage that, but
being trapped naked in a cleaning cupboard seemed a high price to pay.

   It took another few minutes to manage to relax enough to even look
around the room properly.  Every noise I heard seemed like someone about to
open the door and I didn't have the slightest idea how I would explain
myself.

   When I finally managed to calm down slightly I looked for something I
could cover up with, but it quickly became apparent there was nothing.  The
shelves contained bottles of cleaning product, and in one corner were a
couple of mop sticks with no heads.  That was that, not even a few cloths
to hold up in front of me.  It was not a very reassuring search.  I felt
like punching the wall in anger but I managed to restrain myself.

   As a few more minutes passed and my adrenaline levels reduced ever so
slightly I began to become aware again of my bum and how it was still
throbbing.  I looked back past my shoulder at it as best I could and
managed to see part of a butt cheek that still seemed really quite red.  I
rubbed it slightly and let out a little cry of frustration.  What had Jim
done to me?!

   After a bit more time, however, I started to see things a little
differently.  The question seemed more correctly why had I contrived a
situation to make him do this to me?  Jim's actions seemed entirely
predictable from the moment he saw me out in public in that tiny dress,
parading about for whoever wanted to look.

   From there it was just a few short mental leaps to remember what I'd
been feeling as I crossed the lobby earlier.  As ever in my memories the
fear was much less and the enjoyment much more, and once I'd started down
that path even the terrifying thought of being discovered in the cupboard
by one of Tim's colleagues or bosses also contained an element of sexual
excitement.  In short, and as ever, my mind was a mess, but still largely
fixated on how much I was increasingly compelled to expose myself.

   One issue with being naked in small cupboard is trying to find a way to
be comfortable.  Even with a stinging bum after a little while it seemed
like I wanted to sit down, but there was nothing to sit on and I found it
hard to get rid of the undignified image of me scrambling to my feet naked
if someone burst in.  In the end the best I could find was to lean against
the back wall and position myself slightly behind the shelves.  I estimated
that gained me about half a second before the inevitable discovery.  I
started to become fatalistic and hoped it was at least a guy who found me,
and not Jess.

   Eventually, just as if it seemed I might stay there forever I heard the
sound I'd been dreading.  I held my breath, the door started to open.  I
steeled myself, whatever happened I could handle it.

   "Claire, thank god, you're still here!" It was Jim.  I spent about a
half a second enjoying the relief and then the anger flooded in.

   "Still here?!  Where on earth do you think I'd be?!" I sounded furious.
"You locked me in a cupboard!  Naked!" I spread my arms wide to show him my
body as if he'd somehow forgotten.  Jim at least was looking a bit
apologetic.

   "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry.  I had to think quick and it seemed the best
idea."

   "The best idea?  To lock me up?!"

   "You didn't want to be found, did you?"

   "That's beside the point!" But of course I knew that it wasn't, I'd been
terrified of it.

   "Beside the point?" He looked at me carefully, it seemed he was getting
at least slightly annoyed himself now.  "You know that I'd be in just as
much trouble, don't you?"

   "You're not naked, though!"

   "No, but you don't have a job on the line.  I need this money."

   "Poor Jim, what a tough morning you've had."

   In our annoyance we had ended up standing very close together again. 
Jim took a while to reply, I could feel him watching me as I sullenly
avoided his gaze.  I think we were both starting to think about how I was
still naked.  Eventually he gave a little laugh to himself.

   "What?" I still sounded pissed off, but I felt a little better.

   "It's just." His sentence trailed off and he shook his head as if to say
it wasn't worth continuing.

   "No, no, go on.  Let's hear what's so funny."

   "OK, if you like.  It's that despite you always turning up wearing
something ridiculously sexy and egging us on, every time this happens you
act like it's me and Tom making you do stuff."

   "I suppose I did this to my own ass, did I?" I turned slightly and
pointed to my bottom which remained visibly red.

   He looked for a little while then laughed again, he moved his hand
quickly and slapped me pretty lightly on the bum.

   I jumped slightly and let out a, "hey!" I was surprised he'd dared do
it.

   "You're just trying to do it again."

   I was unsure exactly how I felt about this.  It seemed Jim was possibly
figuring me out a little too accurately, but I was too much in character
now to stop.

   "I didn't have to come see you, you know!"

   He paused for a while, "no, but you did." Despite my tone still being
pretty annoyed, Jim seemed fairly calm.  "Anyway, we don't have much time,
I'm still supposed to be working."

   "Time for what?"

   "A few pictures!" He said it with a grin and pulled out his phone.

   "What?  No way!"

   He stepped back and stood as close to the door as he could, "I know, I
know, you're far too shy." He held up his phone and I heard a few camera
clicks.

   "Jim, seriously!" I hugged my arms around myself.

   "It's OK, I'm not getting your face in them." It sounded like he was
just humouring me.

   I stared at him sullenly, the situation felt a little out of control
even for me but I didn't know quite what to do.  It wasn't really Jim
seeing me naked, or even taking pictures, that was bothering me.

   "Come on, Claire, put your arms down."

   I paused, "will these end up on the internet?"

   He shrugged, "maybe."

   The anger, both real and otherwise had pretty much passed.  I remained
unsure how Jim's insight into my motives might change things but I couldn't
think why I wouldn't pose for him, and as soon as I thought seriously about
it the part of me that wanted to was immediately there.

   "OK, but definitely not my face." I dropped my arms and soon found
myself trying to pose like I'd seen models do, emphasising my breasts and
trying to angle my hips attractively.

   "Nice." Jim stepped forwards again and took a few more pictures, this
time it was obvious he was concentrating on just parts of my body.

   "Push your breasts together."

   Even before I'd processed his sentence I was squeezing my tits together
with my hands and lifting them fso they were presented for his phone.  Jim
didn't stop to say thank you and got on with it, he was so close I could
see my boobs fill his screen as I watched.

   After a few shots Jim brought his free hand up and grabbed one of my
breasts himself.  He squeezed it a few times, and then I watched as he
positioned it while watching the screen, obviously finding an arrangement
he particularly enjoyed.  I felt my nipple harden even more as his palm
rubbed against it.

   "Jim."

   "Oh, sorry.  But it's not like I haven't, you know, touched you before."
He sounded somewhat apologetic but also slightly surprised.  He hadn't
moved his hand from my breasts, but he had stopped groping me for the
moment.

   "No, I know.  It's just, couldn't someone come in?"

   "I'll be quick, I promise."

   "Yeah, but, couldn't you lock the door again?"

   "Oh, right."

   He eventually let go of my boobs and headed over to the door.  I wasn't
quite sure why my mind had gone there at this moment, though it was
possibly because I was wondering exactly what we were about to do.  I could
certainly feel myself starting to concentrate on the sensation of being
naked in front of him again.

   "There is another key so it's not totally secure."

   "So someone could have found me earlier?" The point seemed slightly
academic by now as I watched him stare at my breasts.

   He shrugged, "it worked."

   As he re-approached he ran a hand slowly down the side of my body, his
gaze following as it went until he cupped and then lightly squeezed my ass.

   "I can't believe I get to do this at work." He grinned, "time to turn
round again."

   "No more spanking."

   He raised an eyebrow and gave my bum a few healthy pats.  "Come on,
Claire, no time to loose."

   "I mean it!" I said, though given I was already turning around it wasn't
the worst threat he'd ever faced.

   I was again encouraged to bend over by Jim's hand on my back, but this
time the wall was close by and Jim stood right behind me so all I managed
was a slight lean.  I still poked my bum out but kept some room between us
so he could see it enough to take a photo.

   Unsurprisingly his hand drifted down so the sounds of the camera were
accompanied by him once again exploring my body, this time my bare ass. 
After a little while I felt one of my butt cheeks being lifted and squashed
to one side, I guessed Jim was not so subtly trying to take a picture of my
pussy.  I thought about what I'd wanted him to do earlier, it didn't seem
such a bad idea now either.  Whether Jim could see or not I could feel him
spreading me open and the sensation was very distracting.

   The camera sounds had stopped and as he played with my butt cheek, his
fingers seeming to slide ever so slightly closer to my pussy, I relaxed and
let myself lean my bum further and further towards him.  After a little
while Jim stopped moving with me and let my bottom sink into his groin.  He
still gripped a hip and neither of us moved for a few moments.  I could
feel him pressing against me and I was probably getting his work trousers
wet.

   After a little while he stepped back, I immediately missed the sensation
of his body against mine.  A dim part of my brain realised I was entering
dangerous territory given what I'd ended up doing in the changing room the
other day.

   "How about if you, er, tried to touch your toes?"

   "And let you take a picture?"

   "Yeah."

   "I guess so." My brain felt foggy, I realised how exposed I would be but
I felt too impatient to take the time to wonder if I really wanted this or
not.

   "You need to let me step out a little bit."

   "Oh, yeah."

   I turned and watched him step back before quickly doing the same myself.
Given the size of the room we still weren't very far apart.  Without really
hesitating I bent at the waist and fairly easily touched my toes, though
very quickly I lent forward slightly more and rested my fingertips on the
floor.  I realised that Jim had seen I was able to hold this position
more-or-less indefinitely a few weeks back, when I was wearing the
cheerleading outfit.

   "Is that OK?" With the increasing excitement, wetness and warmth I was
feeling, it was very obvious to me how exposed I now was to him.  Jim
didn't answer and I very quickly heard the click of his phone camera.  I
was just staring at the floor, I didn't really trust myself to look between
my legs at him for fear of what I might do or say.

   "Fuck, Claire, this is amazing." From his voice he was maybe inches from
my pussy, probably taking an extremely intimate close up.  There was still
a part of me that couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was rooted to
the spot and I knew I'd let him enjoy me in this position for as long as he
wanted.

   "I can't resist." Jim had finally spoken again after an indeterminate
period of time that might have been seconds or minutes.  He was still so
close I thought I could feel his breath on my pussy, but when he'd said
that I felt him stand up, and then a few moments later there was a familiar
feeling of delicious pain as his hand cracked against my taut ass.  I
grunted slightly but this time neither of us said anything, it was obvious
he could do it as many times as he wanted.

   As it was, however, he only managed a couple more spanks until his hand
lingered on my bum, caressing it slightly.  His index finger felt to be
millimetres from my pussy and this time there was no doubt Jim could see
that fact very clearly indeed.  I held my breath, at this point it wasn't
so much that I wanted it as that I needed it.  I was feeling like I had in
the changing room yesterday when I'd masturbated in front of the attendant.

   It seemed Jim's hand started to move ever so slightly and I let out a
slight groan of anticipation, but Jim's hand was quickly retracted.  I felt
overwhelming frustration but I tried not to let it come out, I really
wasn't sure if Jim was even aware of what I'd wanted him to do.  Still I
held the position as he seemed to step slightly away from me.  After a few
moments more he spoke.

   "Wow, Claire, what happened with Tom and the rest seems to have, er,
loosened you up a little.  I like it."

   Despite the enthusiasm of the words, his tone was more in awe and
perhaps ever so slightly worried.  I got a little boost of superiority
after having been firmly in submissive mode for the last few minutes, and
I'm sure that contributed to my reply.

   "What makes you think I only do this with you and Tom?"

   "Er, I, er." He sounded almost flustered now.  "I dunno.  Don't you?"

   I took that opportunity to stand up and then face him.  He didn't seem
to quite have the cockiness of earlier, which I enjoyed.  I smiled.

   "What if I told you I got naked for a couple of guys in a department
store the other day?"

   He looked at me for a while quite seriously, then a hesitant smile broke
out.  "Yeah, OK, a shop and now a cinema." He tried out a small laugh. 
"You almost had me there."

   I shrugged, despite the conversational turn he was still mostly looking
at my body.

   "It's fine if you don't believe me, though you should probably take some
pointers from them.  I ended up giving one of them a blow job."

   His eyes widened and he looked at me again with a mixture of excitement,
scepticism and fear.

   "Yeah, right." A pause, and then, "really?"

   I smiled at him and then I saw him look down at his crotch.  The outline
of his erection was still pretty obvious.

   "Are you wondering if you might get a blow job?" I was talking without
thinking again, I sounded quite teasing.  Jim just looked at me, hesitation
written all over his face.

   "Well, tough luck, I'm not giving you one in a cupboard."

   "Oh, yeah, of course." He sounded as if he thought he'd deserved that
answer all along.

   There was silence for a moment.  Jim was obviously starting to consider
the implication that he might have a chance of a blow job somewhere other
than a cupboard.  I hadn't been being deliberately provocative, but given
what had just happened it was no real surprise I'd naturally phrased it
like that.  I was trying not to think about it too much but, ridiculously,
the idea of it sounded fine.  It certainly seemed like I could have the
upper hand if he thought he had a real chance at it.

   Jim looked as if he was on the edge speaking for a few moments, but
never quite managed it.

   "No thoughts?  OK, I think it's time to give me back my dress."

   He looked at me for a moment then seemed to accept things.

   "Yeah, OK." He reached to his pocket.  "Oh, shit!"

   "What?"

   "It's not here!" He looked at me in panic.  "I, er, I must have put it
in the cleaning bucket earlier."

   "You put it in the bucket?!  Jim, what the?!" I was as much confused as
annoyed, but I was very annoyed.  "Why would you put it in a bucket?"

   "I keep cloths in my pocket usually, so I must have put it in when I was
doing the counter."

   "Well, where is it now?"

   He shrugged.  "I dunno, I guess still in the bucket."

   "Well, you have to go get it!"

   "Someone else would have taken it by now, god knows where.  Besides, I'm
pretty sure it'll be ruined.  It was pretty thin and, you know, cheap."
That sounded entirely correct, I didn't know many small party dresses that
would stand up to being used as a mop in dirty, soapy water.

   "Jim!"

   I couldn't believe it, I tried to calm down but the lingering sexual
excitement coupled with the raw adrenaline and panic of this new situation
was a lot to handle.

   "It's OK, we'll sort it out."

   "How?!  I'm naked!" I could feel myself getting breathless.

   "I know, I know." He looked around the room, probably doing what I'd
tried to earlier and find something to cover me up with.

   "There's nothing in here!"

   "No, doesn't seem to be." From his tone Jim was calming down quite a bit
faster than I was, he sounded almost back to normal.  The power dynamics
had certainly shifted again.

   "Now what?!" Part of me dimly wondered why I was putting it all on Jim
to solve, but I wasn't thinking straight at all.

   "I, er, I." He tailed off, but then spoke again fairly quickly.  "Is Tom
waiting for you?"

   "Er, yeah, I think.  He said he'd wait in the car park."

   "OK, right, I can call him and." Jim was obviously thinking about
something, it seemed like he had a plan.

   "Ask him to get me some clothes?"

   "No, that'll take too long.  It's not far."

   "What's not far?" The panic in my voice kicked up a notch.

   "I'll get him to come round the back, there's a fire exit near the end
of this corridor.  You can just run out and you'll be in his car in a few
seconds."

   "Run out into the car park?  Naked?!"

   "Not really the car park, the exit road is right there."

   "Jim, I can't do that!"

   "Why not, you've still got your shoes on."

   "Jim!"

   "Claire, come on, what choice do we have.  You're naked and there's
nothing to cover you up with.  We just have to get you out of here as
quickly as possible."

   My brain couldn't think in the slightest, I was terrified but at the
same time I was so turned on I was having momentary visions of me naked in
front of crowds of men.  It mostly felt like exactly what I wanted to have
happen.

   "Jim, seriously, I can't."

   But Jim had already taken out his phone, pretty soon he had to to his
ear and I had no idea what to do.  He even grinned at me slightly as it
rang, a tiny bit of my mind wondered if this was all planned.

   "Tom, Hi." There was a pause, then he carried on, "no, look, it's fine,
don't worry about all that." Another pause, "seriously, look, we've got a
bit of a problem, Claire needs to leave pretty fast."

   Jim spent most of the conversation trying to reassure Tom about
something, presumably that he wasn't still angry about the other week, but
he quickly got across that Tom needed to be round the back of the cinema as
soon as possible as I was going to run out of a fire exit.  Jim rang off.

   "Jim, honestly, I can't!"

   "You''ll have to." There was no doubt he was back in control and loving
the situation.

   I looked around, I had never felt so close to being physically sick in
any of my adventures.  Suddenly another thought hit me.

   "You never even told him I'd be naked!"

   "Oh, yeah." Jim seemed thoughtful, as if it were a genuine oversight. 
"Well, he'll work it out." He was grinning pretty much non stop at this
point.

   "OK, we might as well get going, we should be able to see when Tom
arrives."

   "Jim!"

   "Relax, no one will come into the corridor." He paused as he went to
open the door.  "Probably."

   He opened it and looked out.  I couldn't really describe how I felt any
more, I was terrified but also completely discombobulated and not in any
control of the situation.  I walked across behind Jim as if I had no
choice.

   "OK, no one's there at the moment.  We're going this way." He pointed
left, away from where we had entered the corridor.  I wanted to scream or
grab him and stop him, but I stood still and a moment later he set off.  I
had no idea what to do but the thought of being stuck back there with no
clothes wasn't appealing, I figured whatever happened then I needed to stay
with Jim as he was my only hope of anything other than being lost and
naked. For all my fear and nervousness I also had a curiously detached
feeling.

   I couldn't help but glance to the right and was relieved to see the door
firmly closed.  I turned and saw Jim a few metres away, he had already
stopped and was gesturing to me to hurry up.  I started to follow and he
carried on.  I could see there was a left turn in the corridor coming up.

   Jim went at a fairly good pace, but seemed to be hugging the wall and
trying to anticipate sounds from up ahead.  I awkwardly hunched forward but
it was quickly apparent that I had no hope of trying to cover my nudity in
the slightest, I just had to hope Jim gained us enough warning to head back
to the cupboard.  I could feel my boobs and butt bounce slightly as I went
forward on tiptoes quickly, one hand on the wall and another half heartedly
across my tits.  I was trying desperately not to really think about what I
looked like.

   Jim stopped at the corner and looked around, very quickly I reached him
and paused behind him.  As the seconds stretched I began to fell very
vulnerable to someone opening the door behind us.

   "Come on, Jim!"

   "OK, OK, it's just I can see someone near the door."

   "Oh, god.  Hurry up!"

   "OK, they've moved on." Jim set off again, and after another nervous
glance over my shoulder I followed round the corner.

   There was about the same distance, with a door off to the right, and
then at the end a fire exit.  There was window in the door in the top half,
but at this distance it wasn't possible to see anything through it.  Jim
was keeping up his steady pace and I followed.

   He paused at the door on the right and seemed to turn a lock on it,
which struck me as a good thing.  I didn't stop to check, though, and
pretty soon he arrived at the fire door.  He immediately started looking
through the window and I got there a few moments later.

   "How's it look," I whispered, again taking the opportunity to look
behind me.  I wasn't sure why I bothered as there wasn't anything to be
done if I saw someone.

   "See for yourself," said Jim, far too cheerily for the situation I was
in.  He moved to the side slightly and I squeezed next to him to have a
look.  I could see outside to the road, which was good, but I could also
see that I had to cross part of the cinema lobby itself and then go through
another fire exit to reach it.

   "Jim, you said this was a way out?!"

   "It is."

   "I have to go through the cinema, look!" I pointed though Jim was
obviously more aware of the layout than I was.

   "It's not far, besides, there's no other options I'm afraid."

   "People will see me!"

   "You were just bragging about how many people you let see you naked
earlier, what's the problem?" Jim's confidence was all the way back now, it
was clear that even if he hadn't engineered this situation then he was
definitely taking advantage.  I tried to ignore him for the moment, and
went back to staring out of the window, trying to judge how to make it with
as few people seeing me as possible.

   It was a wide-ish corridor that lead from the main lobby towards what
seemed to be a pretty forgotten looking games arcade.  It didn't seem
likely many people went along there to play the machines, it was deserted
at the moment, but there were a few groups standing about not too far from
the fire exit, likely just killing time before their film or discussing
what they'd just seen.  It also opened straight onto the main space, so
anyone glancing across would see easily.

   The wall to the outside was all glass, so it was easy to see the road
outside to wait for Tom to arrive.  Though that meant that even once I got
out of the cinema anyone who noticed would be able to watch me all the way
down the steps and into the car.  I felt another wave of pure panic rise
up, but still there didn't seem to be any other option.

   "Ready?"

   "Tom's not even there yet!"

   "Oh, yeah.  I suppose we should wait for him."

   Jim was still stood next to me, our bodies were touching are we both
looked out of the window.  I looked behind me again, still no one but it
felt like it was only a matter of time.

   "Jim, could you, you know, er, stand behind me in case someone comes?"

   "Oh, yeah, OK."

   He shuffled behind me, obviously covering my body from view from that
direction.  If anything he took the task too seriously, he brought both
hands up and put them over the top of my shoulders and pretty soon he was
again pressed into me from behind.

   I found myself crouching down more, hoping that Jim was obscuring me
completely.  "Thanks, I suppose."

   "That's fine."

   We stayed like for a few moments more, both seemingly focused on
watching for Tom's car to appear.

   "Where is he?!" The sentence escaped me from pure tension.

   "He can take a little bit longer, if he likes." Jim's voice was again
slightly amused, and I could feel one of his hands had left its perch on
the window and was moving up from my hip to start caressing my right
breast.

   I turned my head as best I could.  "Jim, really?" Even through the
layers of fear and adrenaline I could still remember how my body had felt
just a few minutes before, and I made no effort to physically stop him.

   "Oh, come on.  I'm going to have to spend the rest of the afternoon
mopping floors, most likely."

   "With my dress!"

   He laughed, "oh yeah."

   I went back to watching and let Jim carry on having his way with my
body, I could feel his penis stiffen against my bum and I tried to ignore
the excitement the sensations were provoking.  I was most concerned with a
group of three guys in their 20s stood about ten feet to one side of the
door I'd need to get out of.  It really didn't seem as if they were going
anywhere, and there was no way they wouldn't notice me.

   "Jim, concentrate a moment, are you sure there's nothing I can use to
cover up with.  People might recognise me."

   He managed to slow down his hand for a moment.  "Why, is there someone
you know?"

   "No, I don't think so, but," a sudden thought crossed my mind, "oh, god,
the CCTV.  They'll definitely see my face on that!"

   "Oh, yeah." It was serious enough that Jim's hand paused completely
somewhere near my belly button.

   "I'll just have to hope I can wait in the cupboard."

   "Claire, no, someone will be there any minute.  We all use it at least
once or twice a shift."

   "Well, what?  There's no way I'm letting them stick my picture up on a
wanted posted!"

   "I don't think they're going to get the police involved."

   "They might!"

   Again Jim went silent, it seemed they really might.

   "I know, you can put on my hat.  The cameras are all near the ceiling,
just keep your head down a bit and they'll never get your face."

   That sounded slightly promising, though as far as I could tell Jim
wasn't wearing one.

   "Jim, you don't have a hat!"

   "Oh, yeah, wait." He stepped out from behind me and went to open the
door.

   "No, Jim!" I tried to stop him but as soon as it was clear what he was
doing I had to back away.  In a flash he was gone again, I couldn't believe
it and immediately started wondering which way to watch.  I felt completely
exposed.

   This time, though, Jim was back quite quickly.  There was a rap at the
window and after a shot of pure terror I noticed it was his face.  I
quickly turned the door handle and Jim opened it and slipped inside.  He
was holding a red baseball cap.

   "I'd just left it on my cleaning cart round the corner."

   I again had a massive rush of relief and I slapped him on the shoulder.
"Jim, don't you dare leave me again, OK?"

   "Yeah, OK, OK."

   He handed me the cap and I put it on my head, making sure to tuck all of
my hair under the brim and pull it down as far as it would go?

   "Is that OK." I asked him with a hint of desperation in my voice.

   He looked at my head for only a short while before his eyes once again
roamed all over me.  "Yeah, you look great."

   I shook my head, "I can't believe you."

   He looked up again, "no, it's fine, honest.  Although, turn round."

   I complied and felt him fuss slightly with the hat, maybe tucking in a
few strands of hair.  "OK, that's fine but let me just." He pushed me
forwards slightly, then there was nothing for a few moments.

   "You're just looking at my ass again, aren't you?"

   He got another slap in, "can you blame me?"

   I turned round quickly, "Jim, this is no time for messing."

   He cut me short, "I think Tom's here." We both crowded together again to
look closely out of the window, sure enough Tom's car was there, pulled
over to the side of the road not far from the exit.

   "Well, off you go then." Again Jim took the opportunity to firmly pat my
arse several times, trying to encourage me out of the door.  There was far
too much going on in my head to worry about Jim's hand at the moment.

   "Oh, god, really.  Do I have to?"

   "As much as I would enjoy you staying here naked, it does seem
inevitable we'd get caught eventually."

   I tried to steel myself but it felt pretty useless.  I was, however,
completely out of other options.  I took a few breaths, I didn't feel ready
but it was time.

   I looked at Jim, I tried hard to not leave a final impression of
panicked submission.  "Jim, why do you always seem to make things a bit
more risky than the others?" I managed to just about grab a slight hint of
calmness.

   He grinned, "you love it." His hand had lately just been gripping my bum
and he now squeezed me pretty firmly, I finally reached down and batted his
hand away.

   "I really can't say I'm loving this, but I have no choice." I reached
down to open the door.

   "Oh, Claire, wait." I stopped and Jim reached across, again as if he as
going to sort something out but instead he grabbed one of my breasts and
started to grope it gently.

   "Jim!" I again batted away his hand, this time with more force.

   "One last time for luck." His grin was enormous, but the annoyance I
felt gave me the impetus I needed and without totally realising what I was
doing I pushed open the door.

   Again the first thing I noticed was the noise, I couldn't believe I was
hearing the normal sounds of a cinema while completely naked.  Raw fear
made me quickly rush to the door, keeping my head down and staring at the
carpet.  I figured what I didn't see couldn't worry me.

   I crashed into the glass and turned the handle, my body already pushing
further forward anticipating it opening, but I soon made the horrible
realisation that it wasn't budging.  I grappled with the handle several
times, but still nothing happened.  My heart was beating incredibly fast
but my mind was blank, the only sensation was an incredible churning in my
stomach.

   I turned back to the door where Jim was.  He seemed equal parts confused
and annoyed, gesturing at me to open the door.  It was absolutely no help
and I felt more anger rise within me.

   "I'm sorry, I think you need to." The voice came from right beside me
and I jumped, but then saw an arm reach out and push a bar a little way
below the handle.

   "Oh, thanks."

   I wasn't able to stop myself from thanking my saviour.  It was one of
the guys who had been stood nearby.  He smiled and I saw behind his friends
and then several people stood in the main lobby watching us, it was obvious
they had had time to take all of me in.  I was frozen in fear and I found
myself momentarily staring at one of the guys nearby who I noticed had a
Star Wars t-shirt on.  He, in his turn, was gazing openly at my tits.

   I finally managed to try the handle again and this time I felt the door
give.  I pushed my way through and as I went I heard a female voice
exclaim, "oh my god!"

   Outside I looked up to get my bearings, I needed to run down beside the
building for a little while to get to the short flight of steps down to the
road.  Again I just looked at the ground and wished myself as fast as
possible.  I bounced down the steps, completely aware of my body moving in
various directions at once but there was nothing else for it.

   "Hey, stick around, gorgeous!"

   I found myself looking up, another group of men were stood near a car
parked on the other side of the access road.  They were all watching my
performance, and as I looked another let out a very loud wolf whistle.  I
wasn't even really trying to cover up at that point, and the deepest, most
exhibitionist part of my brain quickly wondered about just walking over to
them.  They'd all seen me anyway.  Thankfully most of me still saw it as an
act of madness and I was soon yanking open Tom's passenger side door.

   "OK, let's go."

   "Claire, god, what?  Are you?" Tom's face was so shocked it almost cut
through my own fear and made me laugh.  "You're naked!"

   "Tom, Drive!"

   "Oh, er." He fumbled with the wheel to get the hand brake off, and we
juddered forward at last.  I had to look back and saw a small crowd
gathered at the door watching us go.  Luckily there didn't seem to be any
employees or security among them.  I hoped Jim was sensible enough to have
made himself scarce.

   We drove in silence as we made our way out of the cinema complex, Tom
acting a little bit frantic as he checked and re checked mirrors and went
just slightly too fast.  Pretty soon we were on the road and I tried to
relax.  My state of stimulation dropping even a little made me realise just
how high it had been, I still felt really quite sick.

   "Claire, what?  What happened?!" Tom still seemed about as overwhelmed
by the situation as me.

   "Jim managed to totally ruin my dress and then we couldn't find anything
else for me to wear.  So, you know, I had to get out of there quickly."

   "But how did he ruin the dress?"

   "He accidentally put it in his cleaning bucket and then used it as a
cloth.  Or so he says."

   "What?  Why did he have your dress?"

   "We'd gone into a supply cupboard and then he took it off me, so." My
sentence tailed off, saying this stuff out loud made it sound much more
ridiculous than it had felt at the time.

   "So he made you strip in the cinema?" Tom sounded outraged.  To be
honest his total shock seemed a bit rich given it was his idea for me to go
there in that dress.  What on earth had he expected to happen?

   "He didn't 'make' me, thank you very much.  Besides, wasn't this whole
thing your idea?" I was aware that Jim really had been the one pushing me
into things at the time, but I felt the need to give myself a bit more
agency.

   "Well, yeah, but I didn't expect this!"

   We carried on in silence again, part of me agreed with him but part of
me was annoyed he was so annoyed.  I was still naked in the car with him
and he didn't seem that interested at the moment.  Eventually I cracked.

   "Well, I'm sorry you came up with a plan to get me naked and it worked
so well.  It's obviously a real drag for you!"

   He looked across at me briefly looking startled and slightly apologetic.
"Claire, no, that's not what I meant." He paused for a bit.  "It's just it
seems like Jim maybe tricked you a little, making you run across the car
park like that.  I mean, you can't have thought of that yourself, can you?"

   "We didn't have a choice!"

   We stopped at some lights and he looked across at me.  "I don't know,
Claire, he was wearing his uniform, wasn't he?"

   "Yeah."

   "So, he could have just given you his clothes from his locker if he
wanted."

   I just stared at him, the light turned green and Tom set off again.

   "I can't believe him!  And to think I almost." I managed to stop myself
from finishing the sentence, but my anger had obviously switched to Jim,
though there was a large part that was just annoyed at myself.

   "I'm sorry, I should have known he'd try something.  I mean, that's
pretty much what he's always done with you."

   "What you've both done, you mean."

   "Yeah, I guess."

   There was more silence, I began to realise that Tom wasn't driving home.
At least not by the most direct route.

   "Well, you've both succeeded again then, haven't you?  It seems like you
don't really care much, but I am still naked, you know."

   "I care, Claire.  I mean, you look amazing.  Like you always do." He did
his best to look at me slightly as he drove.

   I softened a little, not just from the compliment but also from the
thrill of realising that maybe Tom did take me getting naked for him a
little bit for granted now.  It was pretty obvious that a part of me would
find that attractive.

   "Where are you taking me, anyway?  We don't seem to be going home."

   "Not yet, my Dad will still be there.  He should be gone pretty soon,
though, so I figure we can just drive round till then."

   "Wait a minute, can I not just go back to my own home?"

   "Yeah, but, I, er, I thought it would be easier for me to pull the car
right up to the door at my house.  You know, so there's less chance of
anyone seeing you."

   I looked around, "is there nothing I could cover up with in here?"

   "No, I don't think so." Tom didn't bother to look, but there also didn't
seem to be anything obvious from what I could see.

   "So, what then?  I'm just naked in your house?"

   He looked at me, "well, yeah.  I suppose."

   "Will there be clothes I can put on?"

   There was a short silence, Tom was likely figuring out exactly how to
answer.

   "You don't really need any, there's no one else home."

   "So, I have to stay naked?  The whole time I'm there?" This time Tom
didn't reply, though I took his answer to be fairly obvious.

   "And you were so upset with Jim taking advantage of me earlier." I
didn't sound angry at all.  Tom smiled a little and then looked across at
me.

   "I guess you've no choice this time either." His tone was fairly jokey
so it didn't feel at all like I was being forced into anything.  Besides,
he wasn't quite refusing to do anything else and I would surely be able to
just go get something to cover up with at his house.  But now I was back in
private with Tom I wasn't in the mood to take any easy ways out of my
predicament.

   "You'd better pull right up to the door."

   "I will."

   "And how long do I have to stay naked?  I mean, what are we even going
to do?"

   "We'll think of something, don't worry."

   "You can't just spank me the whole time or whatever." Although I hadn't
thought about it beforehand I was fully aware of just putting ideas into
his head.  Tom didn't reply, it looked like he was actually heading back to
our street now.

   "Or make me dance for you again."

   "I dunno, those both sound like pretty good options to me." He grinned.

   "Tom!"

   "Maybe you could do some cheerleading routines, I enjoyed seeing you do
those.  We could look them up on the internet."

   Just the thought of me bouncing up and down for Tom in his front room
was making me pretty excited again, it felt like my body was picking right
up from where it had been with Jim.  Nonetheless I managed a just about
dismissive reply of, "you wish!"

   "Well, we have to do something." He sounded almost giddy, clearly loving
the conversation now and how I was playing along with it.  "What are your
ideas?" He seemed particularly amused by asking me to decide what I'd do
for him while naked.

   "I don't know." I said, slightly sullenly.  As ever I had no idea where
my real thoughts ended and the character I was playing for fun began.

   "Cheerleading it is, then."

   We were turning into our road and I kept quiet, it was obviously fine
with me really.  I'd dance around his house naked for as long as he wanted.

   "Although, what was it you were almost about to do with Jim earlier. 
Maybe we should do that, make him jealous again!"

   He still sounded just amused, obviously having no clue what the answer
actually was.  I was wondering whether to tell him the truth when he sat up
straight very quickly.

   "Shit, Claire, get down!"

   He reached across quickly and started trying to pull me towards him.  I
figured out what he meant and went with him, ending up laying with my head
pretty much in his lap.  I had no idea what was going on.

   "It's my Dad, I can see him just getting into the car."

   I kept still, the side of my face was pressed into Tom's lap and he kept
one hand on my head gently holding me in place.

   "I'll just go slowly, I can see he's almost setting off."

   As I waited I could start to figure out what a particular sensation on
my cheek was.  Tom's fear about being caught by his father obviously hadn't
killed all his excitement.

   "OK, here he comes." Tom lifted his hand but I could tell I needed to
keep still, I could just about make out that he waved as another car
passed. His obviously erect cock continued to press into my face, it even
shifted ever so slightly a few times.  All I had in my mind was that I'd
just been about to discuss giving him a blow job.  It felt like fate.

   "He's gone, I'll just pull into the drive."

   Although neither of us said anything I kept my head where it was until
the car stopped, and even then I didn't do anything other than turn it so I
could look up at him.  I already knew what I was about to do, it seemed
inevitable.  I used a hand to unclip my seat belt, which had also been
awkwardly pressing into me.

   "You know what I was going to do to Jim?"

   "No."

   I began turning my head back round to once again face his crotch.  I
made sure to press into his erection as I went.  Tom shifted in his seat
and possibly even let out a small gasp.  As my cheek once again started to
rub his jeans I lifted it slightly but kept my face hovering over his flies
as I looked straight down at him.

   "I was maybe going to give him a blow job."

   "A blow job, really?" Tom sounded distracted, but also quite surprised.

   "Yeah." I brought a hand up and placed it on his stomach briefly before
letting it slip the short distance to his jeans button.

   "He said he wanted one and I thought about it, but doing it in a
cupboard just seemed a bit tacky." I opened the button.  "Know what I
mean?"

   "Oh, er, maybe." Tom sounded almost in pain.

   "In a parked car, on the other hand." I started to unzip him.  "That's
fine, isn't it?"

   "I.  I.  I think so."

   I was on complete auto pilot at this point.  My body felt warm and
tingly all over, with my breasts and pussy in particular almost on fire.  I
couldn't stop myself, it was a strange feeling but it seemed completely
right and I knew I would suck Tom's cock dry no matter what he said in the
next few seconds.

   "I bet you do." I started to try and pull the flaps of Tom's unzipped
jeans clear of him, and he quickly reached down and helped me.  I had to
finally sit up slightly but we soon had them down around his ankles.  I was
bending back over before I even looked, it turned out that his dick was
already visible through his flies.  I wasted no time and took hold of him
with my left hand.

   He seemed rock hard already and something inside me just wanted to go
fast.  Jim reached down and started trying to pull down his boxer shorts,
but I didn't let him.  I licked the head of his cock once before sinking my
mouth onto it.  What I would surely lack in technique I was clearly trying
to make up for in enthusiasm.

   "Oh, Claire!" He still sounded almost in distress, but I was long past
caring about anything other than what I was doing with my hands and my
mouth.  Besides, he clearly wasn't actually in distress.  As I moved my
head up and down urgently, trying to let as much of it as possible into my
mouth each time, I could feel him shift beneath me trying to get more
comfortable.  It felt like a vote of confidence.

   He cock was warm and somehow felt great in my mouth.  I tried to lick it
as much as was possible before it filled me right down to the back of my
throat, I had a real urge to just go deeper every time.  My desperation to
please was surprising even to myself.

   Tom was saying my name pretty often now, and I could feel him start to
play with my hair.  He wasn't putting any pressure on my head but it felt
great and intimate.  The sensation on my own body made me realise that my
pussy needed as much attention as I as giving to Tom, and that I couldn't
wait.  Instinctively I knelt up on the seat and arched my back, pushing my
bum up into the air.  A tiny realisation came that I was probably visible
through the window but it was an irrelevancy.  I managed to tear my mouth
off his cock.

   "Tom, please!"

   My voice sounded completely breathless and almost unrecognisable.  I
took one of his hands and guided it quickly to my ass.  I hoped he realised
what I wanted as I lowered my head again and got back to work.

   I carried on from where I left off, and Tom quickly started exploring my
butt cheeks.  For a few moments it was incredibly frustrating but then he
strayed close to my pussy and I managed to reach behind and guide his hand
again for a moment.  He made contact but froze in place, I let out a moan
without taking my mouth off him and it gave him the right idea.  He started
drawing a few of his fingers up and down my pussy lips, it felt pretty
inexpert but then I was likely not someone to talk.  It also felt great.

   My pussy was really wet and Tom's fingers slid up and down and slightly
inside me with ease.  I realised very quickly that I would not last long,
having spent the last hour or more working myself up into a frenzy of
exhibitionist excitement.  Visions of me dancing naked for the group of men
in the car park played around my brain and I lost myself in them.

   Soon though I felt Tom start to tense up, his hand slowed slightly and
it quickly occurred that he was probably about to cum.  Neither of us
stopped, and if he had intended to ask before filling my mouth with semen
he never managed it.  What felt like just a few seconds later the first
burst came and I felt it hit the back of my throat.  I didn't feel even a
moment's surprise or disgust, and I carried on licking and moving as I also
swallowed every drop he sprayed into me.

   The thought of what I was doing sent myself over the edge, and just as
Tom's orgasm seemed to be receding mine hit like a white light.  I don't
know if I closed my eyes or if it was just a rush of blood, but I seemed to
lose my sight and most other senses as nothing other than waves of pleasure
existed.  All I was aware of was my body shuddering and Tom's slightly
shrinking cock still in my mouth, it was as intense an orgasm as I'd ever
had.

   Eventually I came back fully to myself.  I sucked a few more times on
Tom's dick before letting it slide out of my mouth.  I looked at it and
found myself licking gently at the tip several times.  Tom seemed happy to
let me do what I liked, and I decided to give it one last lingering kiss
before finally sitting back up beside him.  I still didn't actually look up
to his face and realised it remained semi erect.  I found myself wondering
what would happen if I just tried doing it all again.

   "God, Claire, that was amazing."

   Finally I looked at him properly.

   "Glad you enjoyed it."

   "No, seriously, it was," he paused, "amazing."

   I laughed, "what a wordsmith."

   He reached down and pulled up his jeans, and just like that I realised
it was back to the status quo.  I was naked and he was fully clothed.  I'd
not even considered that for a short while it had been a little different.

   I laughed again, "I wish it was that easy for me to get dressed."

   Tom looked across and down at my body.  I was flushed quite red from the
excitement and he still didn't seem to be bored by the sight.  I felt as
comfortable being naked for a guy as I ever had.

   "Do you want me to come in and hang out like this?"

   He looked at me.  "I, er, I don't know.  Maybe?"

   "I think maybe that's enough for one day, don't you?"

   He didn't hesitate long.  "Yeah, OK."

   "Think you could manage to pull you car up to the door on our drive?  It
seemed like it might be impossible for some reason or other earlier."
   He grinned again.  "Yeah, I reckon I could probably manage it."