Katie

Beginning an Adventure
by Tom and Katie ©

Let me start by giving you some background about Katie and me. We are both 
in our early thirties (she is a year younger than me), are in professional 
careers, no kids, and have been married just over five years. We had known 
each other through a mutual friend for years before we started dating and 
figured that we knew each other fairly well, were pretty compatible, and 
got married after dating a bit over a year.

From a number of the other stories that I have seen, I realize that our 
marriage went through a familiar pattern. Until seeing other people’s 
stories, I was convinced that our problems were fairly unique. I was also 
convinced that what I wanted out of our sex life was out of the ordinary. 
Part of the reason that I am writing this story (and hopefully many more 
to follow) is that I want to encourage other men to take the time to work 
things out with their wives. The other reason that I am writing is that I 
have enjoyed other people’s stories so much and wanted to return the 
favor.

Anyway, after a couple of years of marriage, things hit a slump. I 
attributed it to the “newness” of the marriage wearing off and us both 
being busy. It took us both awhile to realize that it was much deeper than 
that and basically that we were unable to communicate to one another. We 
were good at being friends, but we had not really made that transition to 
soul mates and sharing our lives together. A few people have referred to 
their marriages as being more like roommates than anything else. That was 
us.

There were some issues behind this lack of communication. Katie had grown 
up with abusive parents, both were alcoholics. People in her family really 
did not communicate, rather they merely fought. Communication basically 
consisted of telling each other how much they hated each other and what a 
pain the person was. Katie ended up with low self-esteem and went through 
some really poor relationships through high school and college. Her 
parents were very conservative and religious, so with this background and 
a number of boyfriends that used her for sex, she had a pretty low view of 
sex, her body, and herself. I had known a lot of this before we were even 
dating, but I naively thought that if I treated her with love and respect 
she would automatically come around and leave her past behind her. Few 
things in any relationship are automatic, at least few things that do the 
relationship any good.

I was not without my problems. My childhood was not the greatest either, 
but I had made the decision that I could either sit around feeling sorry 
for myself or get on with my life and make of it whatever I could. I had 
adopted a take-charge attitude from this. The problem was that I would ask 
Katie for her opinion (something she was totally unused to in her family) 
and when I would not get a response, I would just go ahead and get things 
done. She, in turn, viewed this as controlling her life just as her 
parents had done before. Needless to say, this led to some pretty big 
arguments.

Our sex life and any intimacy between us were the first victims. First, 
from her parents and boyfriends, she did not really enjoy sex. If I got 
too into it, she remembered back to her boyfriends using her and accused 
me of doing the same. Also, as I said, she had a pretty low view of her 
body. Her constant complaints that she was too fat, did not like her 
boobs, etc. finally about had me convinced that she might be right. It got 
to the point where seeing her naked no longer turned me on. She had never 
really enjoyed sex anyway, so it just fell by the wayside. Although it did 
not seem like a big deal at the time, looking back on things, I realize 
that not having sex was the final nail in the coffin. Without it, we had 
no connection at all.

We bumped along like this for a couple years. It seemed like just about 
anything that we did together turned into an argument, we could not even 
go to the video rental store and agree on a movie. Finally, about a year 
ago, I sat myself down and did my best to take a long, objective look at 
things. I had to admit that we were both responsible for the situation 
that we were in, but I kept coming back to the issue of her upbringing and 
its effect on her outlook on life. I figured that I owed things one last 
chance. If I could not turn things around, there was no use going on with 
a relationship that was not a relationship.

I made reservations for us at a nice quiet restaurant in an old farmhouse 
out in the country. We had an uneventful, but nice dinner and were at 
least pleasant to one another. After dinner, I suggested that we take a 
walk around the grounds and talk a bit. There are gardens and paths with 
low lighting, so we walked around a bit. There was a chill to the night 
air, but it was still pleasant. There were a few other couples out, but 
everyone seemed to be sharing a private moment and respected the other 
people’s space. We found a bench and sat down. I told her that there was 
something that I wanted to talk to her about. I told her I loved her, that 
I wanted what was best for the both of us, but that where we stood now was 
slowly killing us both. She started to protest, but I asked her to hear me 
out.

I told her that I married her because I loved her and wanted to spend the 
rest of my life with her, share the rest of my life with her. I told her 
that we really were not doing much sharing anymore. We could not seem to 
agree on anything and much of the time spent together was spent arguing. I 
admitted that we both shared responsibility in our relationship and that 
we both had problems to overcome. I told her that we never really seemed 
to be able to communicate. We were different people and were sure to have 
different opinions and interests, but we should be able to share this with 
one another. I told her that we had to open up to one another. We may not 
like what we heard from each other or agree with it, but that was life and 
not something that we could run away from. I talked about this at some 
length. I briefly touched on her parents and past relationships, letting 
her know that I felt that they had been damaging, but I did not dwell on 
them. I finally finished and asked her where she stood.

She was all teary-eyed and said that she had been at a loss as to what to 
do. She said that she loved me, but was not sure what that really meant 
any more. She said that anymore, she had no idea what a relationship was 
supposed to be like. She admitted that I did my best to be good to her, 
but that a lot of the time that ended up leading to her thinking that she 
did not deserve me and that I would probably leave her for someone better. 
She said that would just get her upset and she would find herself taking 
it out on me.

We talked for perhaps thirty or forty minutes, acknowledging that we had a 
problem but unsure of where to go from here. She finally asked me what I 
felt we should do. I said that I had no quick answers, but that if we were 
going to get anywhere, we would have to learn to trust each other and open 
up to each other even if we were sure that the other person would not like 
what we had to say. I told her that I was willing to try to make a new 
start if she was.

I had thought that we were probably the only ones out there this late, but 
another couple came around the path towards us about then. They were about 
our age, maybe a bit younger. The woman looked at us and saw Katie’s tear 
streaked face. I am sure that I was looking somewhat worn and haggard at 
that point as well. Her face went through an internal struggle over 
whether to stop to see if we were ok or just keep going and not get 
involved. Compassion seemed to win out and she stopped to ask if 
everything was ok with us. The guy was looking concerned as well, there 
are still a few people out there willing to stop and help a stranger.

I stood and tried to give an off-hand laugh and was going to say thank you 
but everything was ok. My laugh was not at all convincing, so I said that 
we had been talking over some heavy subjects but that I thought we were 
getting things worked out. I figured that they would be on their way, not 
wanting to get too involved. However, the woman said that she hoped that 
things were not too serious and that we seemed like nice people to be 
sitting there alone with the weight of the world on our shoulders. I 
smiled at her and said that my beautiful wife and I were trying to figure 
out where our relationship was going. Katie gave a laugh and said that she 
was far from beautiful. The woman told her that she looked fine to her and 
suddenly I knew that I had to push my luck.

I knew that I was going to take advantage of Katie at a vulnerable moment, 
but I had to know if this had any chance of working out. I had to know how 
much effort Katie was willing to put into recovering our relationship. You 
can talk things through until you are blue in the face, but unless you are 
really willing to take action and do something about matters, nothing will 
change. As I said, Katie had a pretty poor opinion of her body. I had 
tried to get her to show off in the past, but she always said that no one 
would want to see it and get angry at me for trying to make a fool out of 
her. If she was really willing to make an effort toward change, now was 
the time to start. I looked at Katie with a determined look in my eye and 
told her that I was going to prove to her that I was not the only one who 
found her beautiful. I held my hand out to her and when she looked in my 
eyes, I could tell that she sensed what was coming. She gingerly put her 
hand in mine and I raised her to her feet.

The other woman started to say again that she thought Katie was beautiful, 
but I laid my hand on her arm and motioned for the two of them to sit on 
the bench. They both looked a bit confused, but took their seats. As I 
turned Katie around by the shoulders to face them, I told them that I 
hoped that I would not offend them but that my wife believed that I was 
the only one who found her attractive. I added that a lot of the time she 
still felt that even I was lying. As I started to slide her coat off her 
shoulders I asked them if they would mind if I asked them to give her 
their honest judgement.

The couple realized that something was up and did not say anything as I 
laid her coat down on the bench beside them. Looking around pretty much 
confirmed that we were the only ones out in the gardens at this point. 
There were a few lights around, but nothing shining directly on us, so I 
doubt that anyone up towards the building or in the parking lot could see 
us. Returning to Katie, I again moved behind her and started unbuttoning 
her blouse. The woman drew in a breath, but kept silent. I could feel 
Katie’s heart beating and her breathing was a bit heavier. The air was 
cool, but not enough to see her breath. I stopped with her blouse 
unbuttoned to her waist. With only a couple buttons left, I pulled it 
apart in the front to expose her belly and white bra but left it on. I 
took off my jacket and, kneeling at her feet, laid it out in front of her. 
I then slipped off her shoes one at a time followed by her knee-highs and 
had her stand on my jacket. Reaching around her, I undid her belt and 
pulled it from her skirt and put it on the bench with her coat. At the 
back of her skirt, I undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down 
while still holding the skirt up around her waist. With the zipper down, I 
pulled the skirt apart a bit to lower it over her hips and let her step 
out of it. It joined the belt and coat.

She was standing there in only her blouse, bra, and knickers now. The other 
couple was silently sitting there, transfixed by the show as it unfolded 
before them. My erection was pressing hard against my trousers and Katie 
was breathing heavily. The emotion charged evening had quickly turned to 
lust for her. I reached under her blouse and slid her knickers down her 
legs. With her blouse still covering her, the couple could not see 
anything, but they both drew in a breath as they realized that I was 
taking this all the way. I dropped her knickers with her shoes and stood up 
behind her once again. I undid her bra in the front as well as the last 
buttons on her blouse and peeled them both off of her. She was standing 
there naked before the other couple as I laid her blouse and bra with the 
rest of her clothes. Her nipples were taut stubs and I could hear her 
ragged breathing.

Returning to stand behind her, I put my arms around her with my hands on 
her belly, rubbing slowly up and down. I told the other couple, “Before 
you make your final judgement, I think that a woman is most beautiful when 
she is aroused, don’t you?” I felt Katie tense in my arms and the other 
couple could only barely nod their heads. I moved my hands up to her 
breasts, cupping them and finding her nipples between my thumbs and 
forefingers. As I started to massage her breasts and rub her nipples, the 
tension just flowed out of her. Katie leaned back against me, closed her 
eyes, and a deep moan escaped her lips. I kissed her shoulder and sucked 
gently on her collarbone as I played with her breasts.

Knowing that she was ready, I slid my hands down her belly and between her 
legs. She moved her feet apart and opened her legs to give me access. I 
quickly found her wet gash and slipped a finger into it, running my finger 
up until I found her hardened clit. She moaned heavily and a tremor ran 
through her body as I touched it. I could see the bulge in the guy’s pants 
and the woman had parted her legs as her hand found its way to her own 
crotch. I was rubbing my finger across Katie’s hardened clit and she 
leaned her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. Her breaths were 
coming heavy and I could feel her whole body trembling. The other couple 
was just watching it all in silence; there was not much that they could 
say. Katie gasped out that she could not stand much longer, that her legs 
were about to give out. I directed her to lean forward and motioned to ask 
if she could brace herself against the guy. He did not seem to mind and 
his wife (I noticed the rings on their fingers) was too caught up in the 
moment to object.

Katie put her hands down on his one leg, just above the knee, and bent 
over. I had her move her feet apart a bit further to gain better access to 
her pussy from behind. Running my middle finger into her wet hole, I used 
the fingers on either side to rub her clit with each stroke. With my other 
hand I rubbed and kneaded the cheek of her ass. Before long, Katie leaned 
her forehead into the guy’s shoulder as the passion overwhelmed her. He 
put his right hand on her shoulder to steady her and then began running it 
up and down, across her shoulder and back. I motioned for him that it was 
ok for him to fondle her and he looked to his wife. She nodded to him and 
he slid his hand down around Katie’s side to cup her breast. Katie let out 
a low moan as he started rubbing her breast and nipple. She was wetter 
than I had ever seen her and I could tell that she was building toward one 
hell of an orgasm.

The woman surprised me and her husband as well when she tentatively 
reached out to touch Katie’s other breast. She stroked the side of it with 
the back of her fingers as it swayed gently back and forth as Katie slowly 
rocked herself against my fingers. She then turned her hand to cup the 
breast in her palm, slipping her hand to let Katie’s nipple drag back and 
forth across her palm.

Katie was on the edge at this point. Her whole body was trembling and her 
breathing was coming short and fast. I took her clit and rolled it between 
my thumb and forefinger and her whole body went rigid for a moment before 
she started spasming. I put my arm around her belly to keep her from 
falling and the couple each held one of her arms to support her. I lightly 
stroked her clit and pussy lips with my other hand as she had one orgasm 
after another. Finally, I just held my hand against her hot mound as her 
spasms quieted.

Katie just stayed like that for two or three minutes, with her head 
against the guy’s shoulder as we supported her. Her breathing slowly 
returned to normal, but she remained with her head buried on his shoulder. 
I was beginning to think that she was embarrassed to face us when she 
finally moved to stand back up. I kept my arms around her because she was 
still a bit unsteady on her feet and the couple lent her their arms as 
they stood up with her. She gave them an embarrassed smile, looking up at 
them briefly before lowering her eyes again.

I broke the silence, saying that now was the time for their honest 
opinion. “So, what do you think? Does my wife have to worry about not 
being beautiful?” I asked. Katie was standing there; totally naked, her 
hair rumpled, her makeup smudged from the previous tears and the 
subsequent passion, a sheen of sweat across her body, the juice of her 
orgasm was running down her legs, and the smell of her musk scented the 
air. My question caused her to lower her head further and shift from foot 
to foot. The woman made the first movement. She turned around and picked 
up Katie’s coat, holding it out for her, and said, “Dear, you are truly 
fantastic! Beautiful does not even begin to describe how you look!” Katie 
looked up at her, somewhat shocked. Looking into her face, all that Katie 
could see was kindness and warmth. The guy stammered a bit and told her 
that he was totally amazed. There was lust in his eyes, but he understood 
that he had to keep it in control. Katie thanked them both in a somewhat 
dazed voice and reached for her coat. The woman helped her into it and she 
pulled the front closed.

I apologized to the couple, thanking them for what they had done for us 
and saying that I hoped that we had not gone too far over the line for 
them. The woman answered, saying that we should not be worried and that 
they enjoyed the surprise show. She said that she hoped that we found a 
way to work things out. If our show was any indication, we had a lot going 
for us. She said that they had to get going and, patting her husband’s 
ass, said that she better get him home “and take care of him before he 
ruptured anything.” Before turning to go, she gave Katie a hug and told 
her that from what she had seen, she was something else and had nothing to 
worry about. She looked over to me and told me to take care of her. I 
replied that she was something very special and that I was very proud of 
her. Katie looked at me and I could tell that she honestly believed my 
words tonight.

The couple walked away and I started to pick up Katie’s clothes. Katie sat 
down to put her shoes on for the walk to the car and her coat opened up in 
front. I stopped for a moment and pushed her coat apart further. I bent 
down and kissed her belly and the tops of both her legs, then I held her 
face in my hands and kissed her lips. I told her that she was so 
beautiful, that I loved her so much, and that I hoped that we could find a 
way to make things work out. With a laugh, I added that even if that meant 
showing her off every weekend to prove that I was not the only one who 
found her beautiful. She laughed and we finished gathering things together 
and walked back to our car.

At home, we spent some time exploring each other’s bodies as though for 
the first time again and softly made love to one another several times 
before falling asleep in each other’s arms. I am not about to say that 
this evening changed our lives forever and everything has been sunshine 
and roses since then. We have had our ups and downs, but things have been 
getting better. We decided that night that exposing Katie was part of the 
healing process, both to get her to accept herself as well as to trust me. 
She only requested that she have some say in when we expose her. She did 
not want it to become something that we have to do all the time. She also 
requested that there be some intimacy to it. No large crowds and she got 
approval of who she exposed herself to. It may sound like a lot of 
restrictions, but it has been working fairly well for us. I will share 
more of our stories and update you on our relationship if the readers are 
interested. 


Exposing Katie 001

One of the benefits of having El Nino out here on the East Coast is that 
we miss a lot of the usual snow, ice, and cold. I am sorry, but there are 
certain benefits to seventy (and eighty) degree days in January. If you 
are in California, Florida, or a similar locale, you might not see my 
point. Around here, January usually means that everyone has so many layers 
of clothes on that you cannot distinguish a person's sex, much less their 
figure.

Since our initial show, Katie and I had not gotten nearly as adventurous 
with exposing her to anyone else. Rather than exposing her, I was spending 
time working on getting her to be more accepting of her naked body. She is 
a bit less than average height, but her build is slender with small, firm 
breasts. Without being amply endowed, she always figured that nobody would 
be interested. I would get her to take her clothes off to watch TV in the 
evening and gently stroke her naked flesh as we watched the primetime 
lineup. We would snuggle together on the couch, sometimes with just her 
naked and other times with both of us naked. I think that having her naked 
by herself was important to getting her used to being naked despite what 
the conditions might be. Understand that at first it even took some 
convincing to get Katie to sleep in the nude on a regular basis.

Long car trips were another opportunity to get her used to being naked. On 
evening drives, I would turn the heat up and she would get naked under the 
cover of darkness. The other benefit of the car trips was that it gave me 
the opportunity to get her to accept touching her own body. I would rub 
her leg and play with her breasts and pussy, but there would be times that 
I would have to give my full attention to driving. This usually left her 
aroused and wanting more. One of these times she complained about being so 
close when I was forced to divert my attention. I replied that there was 
nothing stopping her from finishing things herself. There had been a long 
enough break that she was a bit out of the mood by the time that I 
suggested that she take matters into her own hands, but when the driving 
was taking less than my full attention, I returned to playing with her and 
was able to work her up again. When I saw that traffic would be 
interrupting me soon, I closed my hand over hers where it was laying on 
her leg. I moved her hand to her crotch and continued playing with her. I 
would rub my finger along her slit and then along her finger, back and 
forth between them. I was getting her pretty worked up and had slowly 
moved her finger until it was touching her clit. Traffic interrupted me 
then and I concentrated on driving for a few minutes. When I had a chance 
to look over, she was softly rubbing her clit with her eyes closed. Rather 
than disturb her, I just watched as she pleasured herself. She finally 
came, not with an earth shattering orgasm, but it seemed to be 
pleasurable. Later she confided that it was decidedly different when you 
had complete control, not better or worse, but nice.

We were also spending a fair amount of time at a local state park when the 
days were a little warmer. As I said at the beginning, that winter had 
been extremely mild. We both like the area, it surrounds a man-made lake 
with wooded areas and fields and everything in between with hiking trails 
looping through the different areas. For the most part, the rangers stay 
down around the lake and the public areas. I do not think I have ever seen 
one back on the trails. Mostly I would just get her to flash me as we walked the trails, but a couple times I got her to take off all her clothes in some remote corner of the park to get her used to being naked outside in the open. After she got over the initial misgivings, she confided that it really felt good to be out in the sun and fresh air in the nude.

We had been doing a fair amount of this over the course of several months, 
just getting her used to being naked but not actually exposing her to 
anyone. There were a couple times out at the state park that I think that 
someone may have gotten a glimpse of her when she flashed me, but I doubt 
that they really saw anything more than the fact that she had flashed me. 
I realized that these things take time and was fortunate for the first 
opportunity to expose her to other people and that it had gone so well. 
However, I finally decided that it was time to actually expose her to 
someone again. On a particularly nice Saturday afternoon, I suggested to 
Katie that we should go for a stroll around the local park. I wasn't sure 
exactly what we were going to do, but I figured that I would take the 
opportunity if it presented itself. She agreed that it would be nice and I 
told her that I got to pick her clothes for the afternoon. She knew that I 
had something planned and a brief shadow crossed her face, but we had been 
doing a lot better lately and she apparently decided to at least see what 
I had in mind before getting upset.

When I laid out her clothes, she gave me a "that's all?" look. I had set 
out her hiking boots with wool socks, a pair of khaki shorts, and a long, 
large white T-shirt that she mostly used as a nightshirt rather than 
clothing. I think that she was expecting me to set out a thong and pasties 
or something really wild and revealing. She got dressed, sans underwear, 
and we were on our way. The park is about half an hour from us and the 
drive was uneventful. In the summer, there is fishing and boating on the 
lake and there are several "day use" areas with picnic grounds and 
swimming beaches where most of the people congregate. Further back from 
the water are camping areas and the hiking trails. Everything is open year 
round, but in the winter you just find a few locals around, out for a walk 
mainly. On a nice day, there are usually some people in the picnic areas 
and a few people on the trails, but there are never really any crowds to 
speak of. There is one trail that covers some rugged terrain that is somewhat removed from the day use areas. Few people use it in the winter except for some runners that go for the hills for their training. It is rugged enough that we did not have to worry about families or older people surprising us.

When we got to the parking lot, we were the only ones there. I was 
slightly discouraged, but there was still the chance that someone could 
come in behind us. We set off down the trail, arm in arm, enjoying the 
warm weather. Without leaves on the trees, there was enough sunlight to 
keep us warm even in the wooded areas. With no signs of anyone else 
around, I told Katie to take her shorts off. The T-shirt was long enough 
to keep her covered, as long as she did not bend over too much. She 
hesitated a bit, but finally took them off and handed them to me. At her 
urging, I took off my own T-shirt, rolled it up with her shorts, and 
carried them along.

As we walked up the next hill, Katie was starting to get into the mood, 
pulling the hem of her shirt up to flash her ass and pussy at me every now 
and then. We crested the first hill and started down into the little 
valley before the next hill. We still had not encountered anyone at this 
point and I began to wonder if I had played things too cautious. Katie was 
in good spirits, though, and was enjoying the game of exposing herself to 
me. So I was not going to argue with the situation. We reached the final 
hill that runs up a bit higher with a rock outcropping at the summit. The 
trail goes up and around the rocks and you can easily climb up the 
backside of the rocks to overlook the trail below. We wound our way up and 
around the rocks and decided to climb up to the peak of the outcropping.

Although the slope of the outcropping is not too great from the backside, 
it sort of stair steps up. As I went up behind Katie, I was treated to a 
gorgeous view up her T-shirt, showing off her ass and pussy. I think that 
she was totally unaware of the show she was giving me. We made it to the 
top and looked out over the edge. Without any leaves on the trees, we 
could see the trail winding its way back up the last hill and also look 
out to the lake. The sun was warm and there was only a little breeze 
blowing. I sat back on a rock as Katie stood out towards the edge, taking 
in the view.

After taking in the view for awhile, Katie turned to me to tell me how 
beautiful it all was. I told her that the view from where I was sitting 
was pretty good as well. She smiled at me and pulled her shirt up to show 
me her pussy. I laughed and asked if that was all that I got to see. She 
laughed back and pulled it up higher, exposing her breasts as well. I told 
her that she looked wonderful and asked if the sun felt good on her skin. 
She admitted that it did feel pretty good to be out in the sun and the 
fresh air so I asked her to lose the T-shirt. She looked around her for a 
moment, saw nobody in view, and pulled the T-shirt over her head and 
tossed it to me.

I think that a certain amount of the thrill of exhibitionism is the 
incongruity of the situation. A naked person where naked people are not 
supposed to be. For me, this extends to clothing. Having Katie totally 
naked out in nature with only her heavy hiking boots and wool socks on was 
somehow more arousing than if she had been wearing tennis shoes or high 
heels. Her boots and socks are not what you would consider to be sexy in 
and of themselves, but the contrast with her nudity was unbelievably sexy. 
Sort of the difference between you wandering around in your pajamas in the 
morning and your wife wandering around in your pajamas in the morning. In 
any case, she looked beautiful posing in the afternoon sun.

She stood there, nude, just talking to me. She looked incredible and I was 
sure to tell her so. She asked if she was turning me on and when I said 
yes, she boldly told me to prove it. I unzipped my shorts and pulled my 
semi-hard cock out of my boxers for her to see. She pouted at me and said 
that was not much of a show considering what she was giving me. I 
responded by standing up and pulling both my shorts and boxers down, 
stepping out of them, and sitting back down on the rock. As we continued 
to talk, I sat and stroked my rod for her. I have to agree with her, being 
naked in the sun and fresh air is great! We were both out there under the 
sun and sky in just our hiking boots and socks.

She had turned around a couple times to look out at the view (showing me 
her ass in the process), but this time when she turned around and started 
to bend over, she suddenly froze. I was back far enough from the edge that 
I really could not see what was below us, so I asked her what was up. 
Still frozen and bent half over, she answered that a guy had just come 
over the last hill on the trail. Surprisingly, she just stood there. I 
figured that she would have dashed back from the edge and demanded her 
clothes from me. I asked her if he could see her and she said, "Oh, yes! 
He is just standing there staring at me." I was still amazed that her 
reaction was not to hide herself. I asked her what she wanted to do, again 
expecting that she would at least ask for the T-shirt. "I don't know," she 
said. "He looks harmless enough." I replied that she should be neighborly 
then and wave. Continuing to surprise me, she stood back up and waved 
enthusiastically at the guy.

I asked her what his reaction was and she told me that he had waved back 
and was coming along the trail towards us. As he came up the hill towards 
the rock outcrop, I could hear him moving down below. Katie was still out 
at the edge of the rocks, in full view. He called up, asking what was 
going on. Katie responded that she and her husband were just enjoying the 
chance to soak up some sunshine. He made a comment about her not being 
alone and I could hear the disappointment in his voice. She confirmed that 
she was not alone and he asked if I was naked too. Katie laughed and said 
that I was as naked as she was and was showing her how much I appreciated 
her show. He laughed at that and said that from what he could see, he sure 
appreciated the show as well. She thanked him and asked him if he wanted 
to come up and show her his "appreciation" himself. He asked if I didn't 
mind and she told him that wasn't a problem. She warned him that he could 
not touch, but he was more than welcome to look if he behaved himself. He 
said that he understood and would be up in a moment.

I could hear him make his way around the rocks and up to where we were. He 
turned out to be a few years younger than us, mid to late twenties, in 
good shape. You could tell that he was a runner and he was dressed in 
running shorts and a T-shirt. I felt a bit awkward sitting there mostly 
naked with my cock hanging out, but since I was trying to expose Katie I 
did not feel that I could complain about my own exposure. Understandably, 
he was a bit uneasy about meeting my eye, so he mainly focused on Katie. 
Who could blame him? We introduced ourselves and he said his name was 
Greg. We made a bit of small talk; he was just out for a run on the trails 
and did not expect what he found. After a bit of this, I asked him if he 
was up to showing Katie his "appreciation" for her. I could see his 
erection in his shorts and I could see Katie had been looking at it as well.

He took a look around and said, "When in Rome…" He dropped his shorts and 
his pole was standing at attention, saluting Katie. She smiled at him and 
told him how nice it was to be "appreciated." He leaned back against a 
rock and started stroking himself as we all talked. Katie continued to 
stand befor us as she talked. Watching us stroking our cocks was getting 
Katie hot as well. It was not long before her hand dipped to her crotch. 
Greg noticed immediately and asked how much she was willing to show. I 
think that touching herself was subconscious, because she was a bit 
embarrassed when she asked what he meant. He said that he knew that if he 
kept up stroking himself he was sure to come and that he would love to 
watch her come.

She thought about it for a moment before agreeing. She asked me for her 
T-shirt, spread it out on the rock in front of us, and laid down on it 
with her knees up and spread slightly. At first she was a bit 
self-conscious, just rubbing her hands up and down her thighs and barely 
brushing her pubic hair. The excitement started to get to her though, she 
was soon rubbing her nether lips and her knees began to part more. As part 
of our exposure of Katie, I had convinced her to keep her pubic hair 
trimmed close. She tried shaving, but quickly decided that it was too much 
upkeep and that a close trim was more comfortable. As her juices began to 
flow, her lips opened up and we had an excellent view of all her glory.

When she first stuck a finger inside of herself, I thought that I was 
going to blow my load early. I managed to contain myself and continued to 
watch the show. She was plunging her finger into her wet hole and pulling 
it out again, running it up across her clit before diving in again. Her 
eyes were closed and her breasts were heaving as she concentrated on 
herself. She brought her other hand down to rub her clit as she slid her 
fingers in and out of herself. After a few moments of this, her legs 
tightened up and she moved her one hand to spread open her lips while the 
other hand furiously rubbed her clit. She quickly came and the juice oozed 
out of her hole and ran between her ass cheeks as her whole body went 
rigid. It took a moment for her to come down off her high from the orgasm. 
She took a moment to open her eyes and prop herself up on her elbows. 
Looking at us she said, "Let's see it boys."

I have to admit that I had been about ready to blow my load for the past 
ten minutes, but I wanted to make it last. Both of us were stroking in 
earnest now. Greg asked if he could come on her tits, but Katie firmly 
told him that was not allowed. After a few more moments, I could not hold 
it any longer and shot my load onto the rocks in front of me. Greg did not 
last much longer than I did, when I looked over he had a puddle on the 
rocks between his legs as well. We talked a bit longer before Katie said 
that we had better get going. She put just her T-shirt back on and we 
headed back towards the parking lot as Greg continued on to finish his 
run. He said that he hoped to see us out here again sometime. I wonder 
whether he made his full run after his unexpected detour.

On the way home, we talked about what had happened. Katie told me that it 
was sort of neat when she realized that Greg got all turned on just 
looking at her. She also admitted that she had wanted to reach out and 
touch his cock or hold his balls as he came. She clearly stated, though, 
that she was not ready to get even that little bit involved with someone 
else yet. She tried to explain that without contact, it was more removed, 
there was no commitment. She was not sure if the contact would make her 
feel differently about it. It gave some hope that she was loosening up 
about all of this though. As it turned out, this did lead to a whole new 
set of adventures, but that happened later on. 

 
Exposing Katie 002

As winter turned into spring that year, Katie was in the market for a new 
car. She has wanted a Jeep ever since she was a little kid and decided 
that it was finally time to treat herself. Car buying seemed like the 
perfect opportunity for some exposure to me. Unfortunately, Katie did not 
initially agree. Her point was that she did not want to set a precedent 
for when she had to bring the car back in for service. It was that 
commitment thing again. We were finally able to compromise. Although she 
did not plan on buying from them, she wanted to check out a dealer nearly 
an hour from us to compare prices. If he did give her a better deal, the 
local dealer had already told her he would match any price that she could 
find.

Since a car dealership is fairly public, Katie made it clear that she 
wanted to keep this pretty tame. I figured that since this was the most 
public situation that she had been willing to expose herself in, I would 
take what I could get. We settled on her wearing a tight white sweater 
with no bra and a short plaid skirt with white thong knickers. I suppose 
that I should give a brief description of Katie. She is about 5’-3”, 
petite, with small but full breasts, tawny light brown hair that reaches 
down between her shoulder blades, green eyes, and a cute face. The sweater 
showed off the curves of her breasts and the skirt was short enough to 
show off a lot of leg and thigh when she was being good and her ass cheeks 
and knickers when she was being naughty. The thong knickers were nearly 
invisible in the back, the strip of material could barely be seen between 
her cheeks. It widened to cover the bulge of her pubic mound, covering it 
but showing it off nicely. Our plan was that in looking vehicles over, 
Katie would have to do a fair amount of bending over and sliding in and 
out of the vehicles.

We went out on a Friday evening, figuring that there would not be too many 
people out and the salesmen would probably be a bit bored. We planned to 
liven up their evening for them! The dealership was pretty quiet when we 
went in. There were four salesman, a couple managers, and a few other 
support people around. Another couple and a family were looking at cars 
and there were two people waiting on service for their cars. One of the 
salesmen came up to me to see if he could help me and I told him that he 
had better impress the lady, she was the one buying. He realized that he 
had made his first mistake and immediately began sucking up to her to try 
to make up for it.

Katie told him that she was interested in a Jeep and we moved over toward 
the one on display inside the building. Mind you, Katie has dreamed of 
owning a Jeep for a long time. The first thing that she had done was to 
pick up a brochure at the local dealer and spent a number of evenings 
pouring over all of the options and specifications. The salesman made his 
second mistake when he started talking about colors and the interior 
accessories. I had to feel sorry for him when she launched into questions 
about the different axle packages, the heavy-duty alternator, and such. I 
have a 4x4 truck and she had picked up enough from being around me that 
she knew that she wanted more than just a freeway cruiser. Heck, even 
without the flashing, she was going to leave a path of devastation through 
this dealership! I just hoped that she did not forget what our “other” 
plans for being here were.

Not to worry. The salesman opened up the driver’s door of the Jeep for her 
to get in and check it out. She boosted herself up into the seat and as 
she swiveled herself in, her legs gaped wide, pulling her skirt 
practically up to her waist and flashing her white knickers directly in the 
salesman’s face. This caught him completely off guard while Katie just 
kept on like absolutely nothing happened. He turned toward me to see if I 
had caught him looking and I pretended to be looking at the window sticker 
on the Cherokee next to the Wrangler that Katie was in. Nobody else was 
close by, so Katie did not even bother to pull her skirt down. I could not 
see her knickers from where I was at, but I was sure that the salesman 
could since he was standing right next to her.

They talked about the Jeep for awhile before she got out. Again, she let 
her legs swing wide apart, clearly showing her panty-clad mound to both of 
us. The salesman was completely flustered by this point. Between his 
numerous mistakes in handling Katie as a customer and worrying about her 
husband catching him stealing glances at her charms, he was pretty 
nervous. I am 6’-3”, 185 lbs., with a beard and mustache and can look 
fairly intimidating when I try. Honestly, I was not trying at the time, 
but he still was worried.

Katie moved around to the front of the Jeep to look under the hood. He 
opened it up and she started poking around, looking at things. Let me give 
you a brief description of the dealership. The showroom had the vehicles 
on display at the front of the room so that people could see them through 
the windows from the street. There was a Jeep Wrangler and Cherokee on the 
one side and a Chrysler minivan and sedan on the other. Behind the 
displays was a row of cubicles along the wall for the salesman. Behind the 
wall were the administrative offices with a few windows out into the 
showroom. Behind that was the service department and service bays and 
such, but you could not see in there from the showroom. We were over on 
the side with the Jeeps (obviously), the other couple had left, the family 
was looking at the minivan on the other side, and a man and a woman were 
waiting over on the other side of the showroom for their cars from 
service. One of the other salesmen, with no customers around, was leaning 
back in his chair at his desk on our side of the showroom. With Katie’s 
attire, he was not quite staring but definitely paying attention.

Her salesman was pointing things out under the hood and seemed to be 
getting his concentration back without Katie’s knickers on display in front 
of him. Katie is fairly short, though, so she was having trouble seeing 
some of what he was pointing at. She solved this problem by putting one 
foot up on the bumper and leaning forward into the engine bay. Her 
salesman had his head under the hood too, so he did not benefit from her 
skirt riding up her legs and showing off her naked ass cheeks. The 
salesman at the desk nearly lost his balance in the chair, though. I was 
still trying to maintain that I was not paying attention and did not know 
what my wife was doing, but it sure was hard to stifle my laughter. He 
made enough noise, though, that Katie and her salesman turned to look at 
him and Katie brought her foot down off of the bumper.

They continued around to the passenger side of the Jeep and Katie wanted 
to check it out as well. He opened up the door for her and she repeated 
her show from the driver’s side. I was still over on the other side, so I 
did not get to see the show but Katie assured me later that she was sure 
to spread her legs for him when she got in and out. After checking out the 
passenger’s seat, she said that she had to check out the back seat as 
well. She got back out and flipped the seat forward. Now, getting in and 
out of the back seat of a Jeep is not something anyone could do in a short 
skirt and maintain their decency. You have to step up to clear the 
doorsill while bending over to clear the roof and squeeze yourself between 
the seat and the doorjamb. The salesman was holding the door for her, so 
her naked ass was practically in his face while she performed this 
maneuver. I went over and leaned in the driver’s side window to ask what 
she thought of things. She said that the back had plenty of room and 
demonstrated by spreading her arms and legs out while sitting in the 
middle of the seat. Of course that gave the salesman and me a clear view 
of her knickers again. She looked around a bit more before climbing out 
again. Going out forwards did not give the salesman much of a show, but I 
am not sure if he could have taken it at this point.

Katie talked to the salesman a bit longer before thanking him and saying 
she had to get on her way. He was sure to give her a business card and say 
that she could call him any time if she had any more questions (I am sure 
of that!). We got in our car and headed home. On the trip, we laughed over 
the whole experience. Katie admitted that at first she was a bit upset 
with me for setting her up to be ogled by these creeps. Then she began to 
realize the power that she had over them. At that point she had found the 
humor in the situation. Truthfully, it meant a lot to me that we were able 
to share this together and laugh together about it afterwards. I was sure 
to tell her that I loved her and was proud of her for her little show. 

 
Exposing Katie 003

That first year following our exposure of Katie after dinner at the 
restaurant had its share of ups and downs. In actuality, during that time 
it was few and far between that we actually exposed Katie to any other 
people. The times that it did happen were as much a surprise to me as to 
anyone. Most of the time was spent building confidence, mainly for Katie 
to trust in me but also for her to trust in herself. And we certainly had 
our share of arguments. In some ways, it got worse after that first 
exposure than it had been in the last couple of years before the incident. 
The year before we had almost resigned ourselves to just being roommates. 
The fights were not as intense because we had reached the point where we 
almost did not care. There was no passion in our lives, either in our 
loving or our fighting. Ironically, as we began to work at our 
relationship again, the fighting seemed to get worse -- almost because of 
our renewed passion. We would be doing pretty well for awhile and then 
something would happen that would give Katie doubts again. When the doubts 
started, it all fell apart and there were accusations that I was using her 
just as everyone had used her before.

Looking back on it, Katie gives me credit for my patience. Really, though, 
I think that we had both learned a valuable lesson in that first time of 
exposing her. We learned the extents that both of us would go to in order 
to make the relationship work. At various times we would come back to that 
moment and realize that deep down we both very much wanted to make things 
work.

So it took time and patience and our “playing” was more confidence 
building exercises than anything else a lot of the time. I encouraged her 
to spend more time naked or barely dressed, just to learn to be 
comfortable in her skin. Katie really is a fantastic creature. Being 
roughly 6’-2” and about 180 lbs., I can be large and imposing if I choose 
to be. Katie is petite and gentle and I think that has always brought out 
my protective qualities. Not that I find myself thinking of her as a 
little girl, mind you. I find her to be incredibly sexy and all woman. In 
the past, she always worried that her smaller stature and smaller breasts 
did not have the sex appeal of those more amply endowed. I, personally, 
have always preferred a less endowed women. A woman with larger breasts 
can dress sexily, spilling cleavage and all of that. But when she is 
naked, she often ends up looking out of place. My greatest pleasure is in 
how natural Katie can be with her nudity. I had seen it before at times 
when she was not thinking about it, but as our experiences with exposing 
her have increased her self confidence, I have the pleasure of seeing it a 
lot more often.

I tell you these things because not all of the stories presented here will 
have the “in your face” sexuality that some people may be looking for. 
These stories are a series based on one woman’s awakening to parts of her 
psyche that she had not previously realized existed. Likewise, I do not 
seek to write a dissertation on how to “awaken” the woman in your own 
life. Each case is different. I doubt that there is one formula and I am 
sure that our solution will not work for everyone. All that I can offer is 
to be honest and true to both her and yourself. Trust goes a long way.

As I had said in a previous story, our early confidence building episodes 
were mostly in private or in circumstances that might have well been 
private for the odds of someone actually seeing us. Much of our episodes 
were limited to being naked in our home or driving late at night. 
Occasionally we would fool around out in the woods if it was remote enough 
that the chances were slim that somebody would see us.

There were those occasions that we went for something a little more public 
such as our incident with the runner our at the local park or when Katie 
went shopping for her Jeep. Initially these were very rare. Still, even 
without actually exposing Katie, we had some other “public” games as well. 
One of such game was to go out in public with Katie only wearing a long 
coat. Only we knew that she had nothing on underneath. Hardly anybody even 
gave her a second glance and of those few that took a second look, nobody 
ever really knew for sure. It was funny, but that actually ended up being 
far more erotic than we even expected when we first tried it. It came to 
be our little secret, just something shared between the two of us, and it 
helped to foster the camaraderie between us and helped to strengthen our 
relationship.

At the time, I was working for a small office. Among my other duties, I 
also took care of the office computer system. I have been into computers 
since the personal computers first started coming out (back in the days of 
the Apple II, Commodore PET, and TRS-80), so I ended up with the computer 
responsibilities somewhat by default. Aside from the duties that I could 
take care of during the day, I had to go in once a month after hours to do 
a monthly backup. This was before things were as easily automated as they 
are today. Usually I would go back in later in the evening or go in over a 
weekend for a couple hours and take a book to read while the server was 
backed up, changing the tapes when necessary. It was easier for me if 
nobody else was in the office while I did the backup. Otherwise, I would 
have to save their files off to their local computer while I did the 
backup so that they could continue working.

One cold, rainy evening I decided to get my backup chores out of the way. 
I had not planned on going in that evening, but there did not seem like 
there was much of anything else to do. So I figured that I might as well 
get that done so that I would not have to lose time over the weekend. When 
I told Katie that I was planning to go in to the office, she asked if she 
could go along. I guess that I was not the only one that could not come up 
with anything to do.

Katie was familiar with my office. She stopped in every now and then 
during business hours, so she knew the people that I worked with. There 
would also be times that we were out and I would have to swing past the 
office to pick something up or drop something off and she would go in with 
me. So it was not particularly unusual for her to go along.

I don’t think that either one of us had any thoughts about doing anything 
out of the ordinary in the office that evening. We were both just wearing 
jeans. I had on a flannel shirt and T-shirt while Katie was wearing a 
sweatshirt. Not exactly the most sexy clothing for either one of us. The 
office was only about fifteen minutes away from our house, so we really 
did not have a chance to get into talking in the car. I let us in, turned 
off the alarm, locked the door behind us, and we headed upstairs to my 
office.

Katie sat in my spare chair as I got the tapes ready and went through 
setting up the backup routine. Once things were set up, it was really only 
a matter of waiting a bit over an hour and then changing the tapes. 
Sometimes I would just leave at that point and go in early the next 
morning to finish things up. Other times I would wait until the backup was 
fully complete. Once I had things running, Katie and I just talked a bit. 
It had been a few weeks since she had last been in, so we talked a bit 
about the projects that I had been working on and I showed her some of my 
recent work.

There was not really a lot to do in my office other than work, so even 
showing her my recent projects only went so far. We talked about some 
other things for awhile and then we could both tell that we had hit that 
“what do we do now?” stage of things. Katie had taken her shoes off and 
was sitting on the chair with her feet crossed under her. We were both 
trying to think what to do next but neither one of us had said anything 
yet. Katie stretched her arms out over her head and arched her back a bit, 
yawning. It was not meant to be sexy, but the stretch caused her 
sweatshirt to ride up, exposing a band of her taut stomach and pulling the 
fabric somewhat tighter across her breasts. Whatever Katie did not receive 
in the way of breasts was more than made up for in her nipples. Small 
aureolas, but very prominent nipples. And I mean PROMINENT. It is rare 
that they are not erect to some degree and when they are fully erect they 
are like little thimbles. I’ve commented to her that you could hang a 
Christmas tree ornament from them.

That one simple stretch turned the evening around. As she settled back 
from her stretch and looked at me, she got this puzzled expression. 
“What’s up with you?” she asked. I tried to explain about the skin and the 
sweatshirt and her breasts. “And you’re horny? That quick?” she asked. 
“Well, yes...” I said. “That’s all it takes?” she asked. “You’re all it 
takes,” I replied. As quickly as her actions had gotten me going, my 
comments got her turning playful. Two minutes ago we were bored and now we 
were really getting into each other.

“Just a little skin gets you going?” she asked. I just nodded my head. She 
placed her hand flat on her abdomen and slowly moved it upward, dragging 
the bottom of her sweatshirt along with it to reveal her stomach again. 
“Just like that?” she asked. “Uh-huh,” I said. “Any skin?” she asked. “Oh, 
pretty much so. Some skin just has a greater and quicker effect, though.” 
I told her. “Ahhhh...” she said, slowly nodding her head. “I see. You mean 
something like this?” With that she eased the top button of her jeans 
open, easing the fly open by pulling on the two sides rather than pulling 
the zipper down. Again I just nodded my head, watching her intently to see 
what she would do next. “I suppose the more skin the better?” she asked. I 
nodded my head quickly and gave her a lopsided grin.

She eased herself up out of the chair, catlike in her grace. She eased the 
fly open the rest of the way so that her jeans gaped open and then reached 
her hands over her head to stretch once again. Still, the only flesh 
visible was her lower belly, but it was definitely turning me on. Katie 
kept pulling the bottom of the sweatshirt up across her belly to expose 
more flesh, but the sweatshirt was long so it would drop back down and 
cover pretty much everything when she would let go of it. Finally I 
suggested that she just take it off.

Initially, that caught her off guard. Right now she was just flashing and 
if we heard anyone come in downstairs it would have been a simple matter 
to zip up and everything was back to normal. Removing clothing would mean 
a mad scramble to grab stuff and put it back on. Truthfully, we would hear 
a car in the parking lot first and would probably have more than enough 
time to get dressed before someone even entered the building. I could see 
the thoughts going through her head and just as quickly she reached her 
decision. She pulled her arms in through her sleeves and pulled the 
sweatshirt off over her head slowly, taking her time, making it a 
deliberate act.

The other great thing about Katie’s endowment was that it meant that she 
could easily get away without wearing a bra when she did not feel like it. 
The only issue with that was, as I have said, she has fairly prominent 
nipples that are almost always erect. So she ends up wearing padded bras 
“to remain decent” when in public. I had always thought that she wore the 
padded bras to make up for size, which turned out to only be part of it. 
She finally explained to me at one point that it was more to cover her 
nipples. Personally, I never could fully understand that. I guess that I 
can understand when she was at work it was a little less professional to 
look like she was always aroused and have everyone staring at her chest. 
However, I could not see why she wished she had more in the way of breasts 
since that would have people staring too and she could not do anything 
about that. I could also understand around family and conservative 
friends. I guess that bigger boobs would not have been her fault, but 
looking like she was turned on was somehow her fault. But it did not seem 
to be as much of an issue to me a lot of the time as it was to her. 
Thankfully, she is a lot less self-conscious about it anymore.

Anyway, I knew that she had not been wearing a bra. Even before we started 
exposing her she would usually go braless around the house. When she had 
stretched this evening, she had made it obvious that the sweatshirt was 
all that she had on. So with the sweatshirt off, she was topless, as quick 
as that. She draped the sweatshirt over the back of her chair and 
surprised me by then tugging her jeans down over her hips and pulling them 
off as well. She had not been wearing knickers, either, so now she was 
standing there in just her low, white socks. She draped the pants over the 
back of the chair as well and then thinking about it, picked both her 
jeans and sweatshirt up and laid them over my desk. She took her seat 
again, acting like there was nothing out of the ordinary to being naked in 
my office.

I think that a lot of the time, that is when she is most sexy. When she is 
completely natural about it. She always turns me on and she can look 
fantastic when she does her hair and makeup and dresses to the nines, but 
she looks fantastic in jeans and a T-shirt, just being herself. Similarly, 
she can drive me completely nuts when she is posing and acting sexy, 
flashing herself and so forth. But she can do the same thing just by being 
herself and acting like she is totally unaware that her shirt is gaping 
open, her skirt is riding up, or something like that.

Initially, I just let it go at that. Acting like nothing out of the 
ordinary was going on with her sitting there completely naked (except for 
her socks) in my office. We talked for a bit and I checked on the server. 
At first she was sitting with her feet on the floor, but after awhile she 
crossed one foot under her other leg on the chair. With her legs parted, I 
was treated to an excellent view of her pussy staring back at me. I could 
plainly see that she was getting a bit wet about things, so decided to 
take it a bit further.

Since she was between me and the door, I asked if she would go into one of 
the other offices and get me a box of computer disks. My thought was that 
she felt fairly secure in my office, sitting right next to her clothes, 
but I wanted to push her a bit to see what she would do. She hesitated a 
bit before she got up and padded out into the hallway. I loved watching 
her tight little butt swing its way out my door. A few minutes later she 
was back with the disks. She placed them on my desk and resumed her seat 
in the chair. This time she pulled her leg up under her as soon as she sat 
down. It was completely unselfconscious, but I knew that she was doing it 
for my benefit.

I made a show of looking through the disks for a bit before selecting one 
and putting it into my computer. I looked around the files a bit and made 
copies of a couple files just for the sake of show. I put the disk back 
and asked her to return the box to the other office. She picked the box up 
without a second of hesitation and off she went again.

Really, it was not like this was that big of a deal. Nobody was around to 
see her, we might as well have been at home. Still, I guess that it was 
just the thought of where we were that made it different. The thought that 
someone could have come in and we would have had to explain ourselves 
because we should not have been doing this sort of thing here.

When she came back, I asked if she would mind if I cleaned up a few items 
of work while we were waiting on the server backup. She replied that it 
was no problem at all and got comfortable in her chair, crossing her legs 
under her Indian-style. I made a show of working on some things, partly 
just to play with the idea of her being in this state during normal office 
hours, but also because I wanted to push things a bit further. I shuffled 
some papers around and wrote a few notes, checking some things out in 
reference books and so forth. Then, without making it seem like too big of 
a deal, I picked up a few pages of paper and asked if she would mind 
making copies of them for me.

Not a big thing, except that the copier was down on the first floor. She 
would have to go downstairs, through the front office past the front door, 
and back the hallway to the copy room. Then she would have to turn the 
copy machine on and wait for it to warm up before she could make her 
copies. If anyone came in the front door, there would have been no way for 
her to get back upstairs without passing them. Really, I was being a bit 
cruel. She knew as well as I did that I was pushing things here. Still, 
she did not bat an eye when she took the papers from my hand and 
disappeared out the doorway.

The minutes passed slowly. I suppose that it could not have been much more 
than seven or eight minutes for her to walk downstairs, wait for the copy 
machine, do her copying, and come back up. I checked the parking lot out 
the window a couple times to make sure that nobody pulled up. When she 
finally came back into my office, she seemed perfectly calm but I could 
see from her skin that she was flushed and when she sat back down her 
pussy was clearly wet. Without thinking, her hand dipped downwards and her 
finger traced along her wetness.

That was all that I could take and I dropped to my knees in front of her 
chair. I pulled her legs down and kissed at her moist slit. She slid her 
butt forward on the chair to give me better access and I licked at her 
nether lips. She leaned back in the chair and braced herself against the 
armrests as I sucked on her lips and clit. She was clearly excited by 
recent events and I was doing my best to get her worked up further. I 
licked and sucked at her, enjoying the taste of her. Looking up, I could 
see that her chest was getting flushed, a sure sign of her arousal. It did 
not take long before she started bucking and moaning as she came. I 
continued to suck at her clit, prolonging her climax until she began to 
beg for me to be inside her.

I stood and gave her my hands, drawing her up out of the chair and turning 
her around to face my desk. I pushed some things to the side to clear a 
space and then bent her over the desk, pushing her gently down to it so 
that her breasts and stomach were pressed against it. She reached her arms 
up so that she could grip the far edge of the desk and lifted her ass 
towards me in invitation. I quickly unfastened my belt and the front of my 
jeans, just tugging them down far enough to release myself before plunging 
into her. I have to say that I did not last long, she was quite wet and 
felt extremely good as I plunged my tool into her. I came hard, continuing 
to pump into her as long as I could and then collapsing against her back. 
I kissed her shoulders and neck as I told her how much I loved her.

By that time the first tape of the backup was done, so we cleaned 
ourselves up and I switched the tapes. Katie stayed naked pretty much 
until we were ready to go and then quickly threw on her sweatshirt and 
jeans. As we were cleaning up, I barely noticed that Katie took the copies 
that she had made and threw them into a folder which she put under my 
keyboard. At the time I did not think much of it. I decided to let the 
tape go for the night, I’d be in early the next morning to finish things up.

We shut out the lights and locked up. Our lovemaking when we got home was 
more gentle and tender, but we talked about the events in the office all 
evening.

When I got to work the next morning, I finished up the backup and 
straightened some things up before the other people started to arrive. 
When I finally sat down to my own computer, I noticed the folder under the 
keyboard and pulled it out. The copies really were not necessary, I just 
wanted to see if Katie would go downstairs naked. I started to throw the 
papers in the trash, but then took a moment to look through them. There 
were eight or ten pages of the pages that I had sent down with her, but 
the last two were not. The first one was a copy of Katie’s boobs and the 
second one was of her butt, her legs spread to show her pussy. “Love YA!” 
was written across the bottom. I still have those two copies in a folder 
in my desk here at home. 

 
Exposing Katie 004

One of our issues was coming up with things for Katie to wear for showing 
off. Being petite and small breasted, tight fitting clothing or plunging 
necklines were not as effective on her. More than body style, they did not 
suit her personality either. I think that what I find most sexy about 
Katie is how totally natural she can be while naked. The women that I have 
been involved with in the past that were amply endowed always seemed to be 
self conscious about their bodies when they were naked. They could be sexy 
when they were in the bedroom, but they were uncomfortable just sitting 
around naked.

Katie has a way about her that has definitely been drawn out as she gained 
confidence in her body. She looks fantastic in just a pair of jeans, naked 
from the waist up. In fact, she can be naked from the waist up with the 
same ease that a man can be. Not that anyone would mistake her for a man, 
her boobs have enough curve to them to leave no question and her nipples 
are incredible, like rosy little thimbles. Just that she can be as 
unselfconscious about her toplessness as a man can be. Curiously, I find 
that she almost has a greater effect on me when she is not trying to be 
sexy than when she is trying at times. Her?casual? nudity is what drives 
me wild. I?d love to be able to go someplace where it was accepted for men 
to be shirtless and just have Katie walking around in jeans and white 
sneakers, like it was nothing at all.

Perhaps it is just me, but the other thing that turns me on is the 
incongruity of the situation. As I said about our hiking episode, 
something like having Katie totally naked except for hiking boots is 
incredibly sexy. I guess it is similar to the Catholic schoolgirl look. 
The idea of the white shirt and plaid skirt being the symbol of the 
chaste, regimented school contrasted with having this sexy, naughty woman 
dressed up inside the clothes. Probably also why you can find pictures on 
the internet of women dressed up as nuns, lifting their habits to show off 
lacy stockings and bare flesh.

Another favorite article of clothing that Katie has are a few T-shirt 
dresses; essentially just an extra large T-shirt that goes down to just 
above her knees with longer sleeves and a bit of a scooped neckline. They 
are great for flashing because they are thick and loose. They cover her 
well enough that you would never guess that she didn?t have anything on 
underneath yet they are very easy to pull up (or off!). Further, being 
under $20 apiece, you don?t have to worry too much about them.

As our warm winter turned into spring and the evenings became warm enough, 
I convinced Katie to wear one of these for our evening walks. The first 
time out she was fairly careful about it. She wore the T-shirt dress with 
a denim jacket over top, which she left unbuttoned. She would walk ahead 
of me a few steps and lift the back of her dress to flash her ass at me. A 
few times she would turn around to face me and flip the front of the dress 
up to flash me her pussy. At one point she put her foot up on a low wall 
alongside the sidewalk and bent over to adjust the laces of her shoe. She 
pulled the hem of the dress up as she did this and I was treated to a good 
view of her pussy.

Our town dates back to the late 1800s. There are a few Victorian houses 
and large portion of the houses are from the twenties and thirties. The 
streets are lined with trees and streetlights. Unfortunately, the 
streetlights have been updated, they are not the old fashioned ones. 
Between them and the lights from the houses you have enough to see where 
you are going, but the trees filter the light enough that you are not too 
well lit up on the sidewalk unless you are standing directly under a 
streetlight. From experimenting at our own house and looking out the 
window at night, we knew that you could only see a person outside vaguely 
if your lights were on inside. If you had the lights off, you could see 
people pretty well but still did not have a whole lot of detail. Unless 
someone was standing right at their window with the lights off, they did 
not stand much of a chance of seeing anything and then someone outside 
could see them as well. Katie and I figured that we were pretty safe with 
our games. We did wait until we were a number of streets away from our 
house before we would get into our games, just to keep the neighborhood 
gossip to a minimum if anyone did see us.

We went out several times before the weather warmed up enough for Katie to 
go without her jacket. Things started off pretty much the same as before. 
She would walk a bit up in front of me and pull her dress up to flash her 
ass at me or turn around and pull it up to show off her pussy. Of course I 
was egging her on and it did not take much before she was pulling her 
dress up to show off her breasts as well. It was cool enough that her 
nipples were rock hard and I did not skimp in telling her that she looked 
fantastic.

There is not a whole lot of traffic down the side streets, just the 
occasional car. We stayed back in the residential sections and away from 
the main roads that cut through them. After one car passed us Katie pulled 
her dress up past her breasts while facing the retreating car. I really 
doubt that he had any chance to see her, but it was still a turn on to 
imagine him looking in his rearview mirror and seeing her. The fact that 
he did not swerve into a tree probably meant that he had not seen. Katie 
kept her dress up and turned back around to face me before letting it slip 
back down. 

Another time we had been out walking for awhile, just talking quietly to 
each other as we played our games. At the next corner, Katie said that we 
should head back home because she needed to pee. When we are out in the 
woods Katie has no problem taking a pee, so I asked her why she did not go 
here. She gave me a funny look and said that this was different and that 
it was a bit unhygienic to pee in someone?s yard. I told her that it was 
not any worse than the dogs that do it while people are walking them and 
dared her to do it. I told her that if she was concerned about the hygiene 
issue, she could pee in the street. It would be dry by morning and I was 
sure that there was much worse on the pavement anyway.

Well, the dare was what did it. We had continued walking along as we 
talked and she was looking for a good place to go. Towards the middle of 
the block there was a big old tree between the road and the sidewalk that 
created a shadow from the streetlights. We took a quick look around and 
did not see anyone else outside or any cars coming. Katie walked over to 
the curb and took another quick look around before raising the dress to 
her waist and squatting down. It took a moment before a stream splashed 
out onto the pavement. The night air was cool enough that there was a bit 
of steam rising from the puddle.

She finished and stood back up, letting the dress drop back down to cover 
her. There was a fairly significant puddle there, faintly steaming. We 
walked home, talking between ourselves. Katie told me that she felt 
particularly naughty having peed on the street like that. Peeing out in 
the woods was just sort of necessity, peeing on the street was decidedly 
naughty.

As the weather continued to warm up, we continued with our little games. 
Katie progressively got more daring with her exposure. She would lift up 
the hem of her dress and roll it back under to her waist so that she would 
walk along with her pussy and ass exposed. She also continued with her 
peeing on the street. When she would have to go, I would cross to the 
other side of the street so that I could watch her. She would walk along 
until I had crossed over, then she would come to the curb and squat down, 
lift the hem of her dress, baring her pussy to me, and begin to pee. With 
me as an audience this led to her exposing more and more as she peed. When 
she started she would just lift the hem far enough to get it out of the 
way. This moved on to pulling it up to her belly and then above her 
breasts while she peed.

One time she had just finished peeing when I noticed a car coming down the 
street towards us. She dropped her dress back down and started walking 
down the sidewalk away from the oncoming car. I thought it would be too 
obvious to cross the street back over to her, so I continued walking along 
on my side of the street, paralleling her but a bit behind. Well, the car 
pulled up to the curb right where she had peed. I hung back a bit to see 
what was going to happen. The guy turned the car off, opened up the door, 
and got out. Going around in front of his car, he looked down at the 
puddle that was just under the front of his car. He stopped for a moment 
like he thought that his car was leaking or something. I thought that he 
was going to pop the hood but after a moment he continued on into his 
house. When I caught up to her, I told Katie about what had happened and 
we both had a good laugh.

Another time I dared Katie to just wear an extra-large T-shirt of mine 
instead of one of her T-shirt dresses. We had not really encountered much 
of anyone out walking other than the occasional person going to or from 
their car, so it did not take too much effort to convince her to try it. 
From the back you could just see the curve of her ass and if you got down 
to eye level you could just see her pussy lips. That was when she was 
standing still. When she walked the shirt would rise up enough that you 
could get a pretty good glimpse of her charms.

She spent some time in front of the mirror to judge how much she was 
showing. She agreed to do it, but said that I owed her something in 
return. When I asked her what she had in mind, she told me that I had to 
wear a T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. I have a number of plaid boxer 
shorts that look like shorts except for the fly in the front. Inside the 
house I will wear just them in the Summer when it is hot. I will even go 
outside in them to get the paper or take out the trash or something minor 
like that. However, the fly is a bit loose and there is the tendency for 
me to?escape? if I am not careful. Having a hard-on almost guarantees that 
I will be poking out. Since our little evening walks usually gets me 
fairly aroused, I pointed this problem out to Katie. She just gave me a 
mischievous smile and told me that she was certainly hoping so. I guess 
that it was only fair. After all, I was getting my kicks from baring her 
body to the night air.

I pulled on a T-shirt, a pair of boxers, and put on a pair of dock shoes. 
Neither of us had any pockets, so I put a key on a loop of string and put 
it around my neck. We headed out the back door and walked up between the 
houses to the street. We walked up to the corner and went down a couple 
streets and I was starting to get comfortable with my situation. Then I 
made the mistake of looking over at Katie. As she walked, the shirt had 
ridden up a bit and you could plainly see the lower curves of her bottom. 
I could feel my penis start to swell and had to adjust it a bit to keep it 
from leaving the confines of my boxer shorts.

Another block away from the house and Katie pulled the shirt up past her 
waist to bare her ass and pussy. Suddenly I was fighting a losing battle. 
I was fully aroused and every other step that I took seemed to cause my 
penis to poke out of the fly of my shorts. I stuck it back in a couple of 
times and tried to adjust my boxers, but it was no use. Katie asked why I 
was being bashful after all the times that she had walked along exposed. 
She had a point and I let my penis continue to poke out into the night air.

There were a couple cars that passed us as we walked. Katie would pull her 
shirt down and I would stick myself back in my boxers. I just always hoped 
that things would stay put long enough for the car to pass. I noticed a 
couple of drivers checking Katie out. I doubt that they could really see 
anything, but they were still treated to a lot of leg. In the Summer, it 
is not uncommon to see girls walking around in a bathing suit with a 
T-shirt over top. At first it looks like they are naked under the shirt 
and I did not see that this was that much different. Except for the fact 
that it was a bit late to be thinking about swimming. If anyone ever 
actually thought that we were up to anything, we did not have any problems 
from them.

This was turning me on incredibly and I was rock hard by this point. Katie 
would walk about a step in front of me so that she could reach back to 
hold onto my penis. Sometimes she would just hold onto it like we were 
holding hands, other times she would run her fingers along it. I was 
oozing with pre-cum and Katie would rub her thumb over the head of it to 
coat it with the wetness.

We turned down an alley and Katie dared me to take my boxers off. There 
were shrubs and garages on either side, so there was not much of a view 
from the houses. Besides, there were no streetlights in the alleys, only 
the occasional light on a garage. We would only have to worry about it if 
someone pulled into the alley or came out of their garage, so I took her 
up on it. I admit that she had been baring her ass and pussy all this 
evening as well as countless times before. However, all she had to do was 
pull her shirt back down while I had to put the boxers back on.

Well, I stopped and slid the boxers off and then held them in my hand as 
we continued walking down the alley. I have to admit that the cool night 
air was really arousing. As it blew softly across my penis it felt cold on 
the wetness of the pre-cum. Katie told me that she finds it very arousing 
to have the air blowing over her wetness as well. We had not gone a 
quarter of the way down the alley before Katie told me that I should roll 
my T-shirt up as well to expose more of myself to her. I really could not 
argue with her requests since she had been doing the same things for me.

We walked a bit further down the alley and Katie stopped me at a point 
where we were in some deeper shadows. She knelt down in front of me and 
began to suck on my penis. She made a point to lick my whole shaft so that 
the cool air was even more noticeable. She even licked at my balls and 
every little breeze made me aware of how exposed I was. Despite my thought 
that I was already rock hard, her actions brought me to a raging hard-on 
and then she stopped. We walked a little further along before I had to do 
something about my situation.

I grabbed Katie at the hips from behind and got her to bend over forward. 
Thrusting my hips up against her ass, I grabbed hold of my dick to guide 
it into her. We both let out a moan as I penetrated her. We were standing 
there off to the one side of the alley, fucking out in the open. It was 
all I could do to keep from shooting my load into her, but I wanted to 
tease her a bit as well. I thrust into her firmly for awhile before 
pulling back out and continuing to walk down the alley. She groaned and 
followed after me.?You?re mean,? she said.?No worse than you,? I replied. 
I was acutely aware of the breeze as it blew across my dick and balls 
where Katie?s juices coated them.

As we came to the end of the alley, Katie dropped her shirt back down and 
I stopped to put my boxer shorts back on and pull my shirt down as well. 
We turned and continued walking down the street. I was so hard that there 
was no use trying to keep my penis in my shorts. It stuck out like it was 
pointing the way. I had an idea and headed us over towards the town 
library.

I knew that I was taking a chance because as town property, the local 
police sweep through the parking lot every now and then to keep an eye on 
things. However, the library is an old stone mansion that sits up about 
eight feet from the road and sidewalk below. Beside the building itself is 
a side lawn to the corner that stretches back along the parking lot behind 
the library. This is an open grassy area but there are these huge ancient 
oak trees along the top of the hill that goes down to the sidewalk. 
Underneath these trees you are really out in the open, exposed to both the 
street and the parking lot in the daylight. However, at night the trees 
keep this area in deep shadow. Since you are at the top of this hill, the 
headlights from passing traffic really do not reach up to you if you are 
back under the trees. The road in front of the library is fairly busy, 
though. About all that we would have to worry about was if the cops came 
through with their spotlights, they would shine them back under the trees 
as they cruise through the parking lot.

The library was a couple blocks away and I started turning at corners to 
head us over to it. Katie noticed the hurry to my step, but did not say 
anything about it. We chatted quietly to one another as we walked. I did 
not want to talk too loudly and attract any attention. My dick was still 
raging as I thought about what I wanted to do.

We reached the library and I took us up the steps from the sidewalk to the 
side lawn. There are three sets of steps coming up from the sidewalk. One 
was at each end of the property along the main street and the side street 
(which we had just come up) and then one in the middle at the corner of 
the two streets. There is a path that runs along the top of the hill and 
connects the steps with the library. We were coming in from along the side 
street, but we could see a number of cars going by on the main street in 
front of the library. We walked along under the trees towards the front of 
the property. There were no cars in the parking lot and we could not see 
any signs of anyone around. When we reached the front, we stood there 
under the trees for awhile, watching the traffic. It was not continuous, 
but there was at least a car every couple of minutes. We were looking down 
on the cars and there really was not much chance of anyone looking up at 
us. Also, the front of the library was lit up, so that made it all the 
more difficult to see us under the trees.

Along the path from the corner steps to the library was a bench that faced 
the street. I walked over to the bench with Katie following me. Standing 
behind the bench, I positioned Katie in front of me, facing the back of 
the bench and the street beyond. I stood behind her and rubbed her 
shoulders for awhile, then continued on down her back. I spent some time 
rubbing her ass through the T-shirt before I reached under it to rub her 
ass directly. I continued to rub her bare ass with one hand while I pulled 
the shirt up with the other. She bent over slightly and rested her hands 
on the back of the bench. I got the shirt up around her waist and 
continued rubbing her ass with my hand (she loves this). After awhile, I 
moved my hand down between her legs, following the crack of her ass. As I 
did so, she moved her legs apart a bit so that I could have better access 
to her pussy. Running my fingers in along her seam, her juices coated my 
fingers.

Katie groaned and pushed her butt back at me as I slid my fingers back and 
forth along her juicy slit, working them in between the folds of her 
labia. When I finally started easing a finger further into her she started 
pushing back against my hand to get me to penetrate her deeper. I pulled 
my hand away and moved closer to her. I grabbed hold of my dick and ran 
the head of it over her ass cheeks for a bit. Then I ran it up and down 
the crack of her ass. Finally I started running the head of it through her 
labia to cover it with her juices and stroke her clit with it.

Katie was moaning and pushing back at me, begging me to penetrate her with 
it. When I finally accommodated her and sunk my shaft into her, it glided 
in easily as wet as she was. Katie gave out a cry and her knees nearly 
buckled. I put my hands on her hips to steady her and started to slowly 
pump in and out of her. She was breathing heavily and making little 
whimpering noises as I would draw out until I was nearly all the way out 
before pumping back in the whole way to the hilt.



I brought her to two orgasms like that. I was looking over her while I was 
doing this and the traffic was passing in front of and below us. Later 
Katie told me that she had her eyes open, watching the traffic the whole 
time as well. I had pushed her shirt up higher so that her back was 
exposed and so that I could reach under her to play with her boobs. 
Occasionally I would glance around behind me to see if anyone was back 
there. Truthfully, if someone had been standing back in the shadows 
watching us the whole time I would have never noticed them. I was more 
concerned about the possibility of the cops making a sweep through the 
parking lot.

After her second orgasm, I pulled out of her and guided her around to the 
front of the bench. I had her put one leg up on the seat of the bench and 
bend over, holding the back of the bench for balance. The pathway is not 
exactly parallel to the street. It runs back from the steps to the 
library, so I had us positioned so that we were facing down the path 
towards the stairs and the street beyond. I pushed her shirt up her back 
to further expose her and then pulled my boxers off. Tossing them on the 
bench, I guided my dick back into her.

I resumed my slow pumping and it was driving her nuts. Again I was 
watching the traffic over her back. From this viewpoint they seemed to be 
driving more towards us than before and that was a bit more of a thrill. 
It seemed like they would be more likely to see us because of that and not 
just because we were no longer?hiding? behind the bench. My T-shirt was 
getting in the way a bit, so before long I pulled it over my head and 
tossed it onto the bench with my boxers. Although the night air was cool, 
we were generating more than enough heat to keep me warm. When I started 
pushing Katie?s shirt up higher, she looked back at me to see what I was 
doing. When she saw that I was naked, she let me pull her shirt off as 
well.

We were both standing there in only our shoes, naked to the world as we 
fucked in front (well, to the side) of the town library. Between the 
teasing of walking around the town flashing each other, the thrill of 
being out in the open air, the thrill of the traffic passing in front of 
us, the question of whether the cops would show up, and the feel of her 
slippery pussy I could not hold out much longer. When her pussy tightened 
down for her fifth (or sixth?) orgasm I felt that familiar throbbing 
start. I thrust into her as deeply as I could as I came and held her hips 
back against me.

It seemed like we just stood there for ten minutes as we both came back 
down from the high of our orgasms, but it was probably a minute or less. 
Suddenly we were totally aware of how naked we were right there. I 
withdrew from Katie and she quickly picked up her shirt and slipped it 
back on. I quickly put my shirt on and stepped into my boxers. Taking a 
quick look around we did not see anyone or anything out of the ordinary. 
We made our way back to the steps on the side street and almost hurried 
away from the library.

We were quiet for about two blocks. Just watching to see if we could see 
anyone or if there was anyone following us that might have seen our show. 
I was acutely aware of our mingled juices coating my cock and balls as the 
cool night air blew over the wetness. Passing under a streetlight I could 
see the telltale glistening of the juices on her legs.

Once we were pretty sure that nobody was following us we started quietly 
talking to each other. It started out with saying that we could not 
believe what we had just done. That led to talking about how much of a 
turn-on it had been. The idea of all those people passing in their cars 
trapped in their little routines and all while we fucked each other silly 
at the public library. Then there was the thought of the quiet daily 
routine of the library and the contrast to our passionate sex out in the 
side yard at night.

We walked the rest of the way home talking to each other. The walk was 
otherwise uneventful, though. By the time that we got home I had recovered 
enough to slip into bed with Katie and then slip into her once again. It 
was a fantastic night!

Unfortunately, our evening strolls had to come to an end. First, as the 
days grew longer it was getting later and later before it was dark enough 
to head out. Second, as the weather got warmer and nicer on a regular 
basis there were more people out in the evening. People walking their 
dogs, kids playing around in the yards until bedtime, and that sort of 
thing. We figured that we had better limit our activities before we got 
caught. Not to fear, the warmer weather opened up the opportunity to do 
other things! 

 
Exposing Katie 005

As she gained confidence, Katie was really enjoying the freedom that she 
found in being naked and exposing herself. Lately our games had been 
private or the chances of being seen had been so low that they might as 
well have been private. It came as a bit of a surprise to me one day when 
Katie actually suggested that she wanted to be seen. At first, it was more 
that she was just teasing me with it, saying that it was such a beautiful 
day and that she wanted to feel the sun on her body. I suggested that we 
head out to our favorite state park and she could strip down. As we 
talked, she got more and more into it, her words getting more graphic as 
she spoke. It started out with the sun on her bare back and on her legs. 
That progressed to feeling it on her boobs and bare ass. A year earlier I 
would have never imagined that this could be my little wife when she got 
to the point that she was talking about the fresh air upon her wetness and 
how she would touch herself. At a couple points she had mentioned about 
someone watching her and at this point she again made a comment about 
somebody watching her while she touched herself.

Understandably, by this point we were pretty worked up and I was not going 
to let her turn back now, so we headed out to the state park again. Katie 
quickly changed, putting on her white Keds and an oversized T-shirt dress 
with a pair of shorts underneath. The dress is really just an extra large 
T-shirt that has the arms and neck cut more like a dress. It is great for 
such things because it looks perfectly respectable when she has it on, 
nothing shows or anything. Still, it is cut loose and is as easy to pull 
off as a normal T-shirt.

On our way there, I told her up front that I was really turned on by what 
she had been saying and that I wanted her to intentionally expose herself 
to a group of people out there this time. Not just “accidentally” be naked 
when someone came by. Not just single one person out and flash them or let 
them see something. I wanted her to leave no doubt that she intended to 
show them her body. At first this took some of the wind out of her sails 
and I was afraid that I had pushed too far. She was a little worried that 
this was setting her up for the possibility of getting into trouble if 
someone got offended. She said that if it was obviously intentional, then 
she would not be able to fall back on excuses and apologies as though it 
were an accident. It did cool things down a bit, but with some talking and 
reassurances from me, I was able to convince her that it would work out.

We have about a twenty minute to half hour drive to the park, so we had 
ample time to talk on our way there. That could have been a problem as it 
gave Katie time to talk herself out of it, but as we talked, we discussed 
the idea to flash some of the fishermen at the lake. The day use areas and 
beaches are up at the inlet side of the lake and for the most part the 
crowds hold to that end of the lake. At the other end is the dam that 
created the lake. The only people down that way are either on the nature 
trails, fishing, or boating. The lake is fairly small and only sailboats, 
canoes, and kayaks are allowed, no motorboats. This tends to keep any 
groups of people small and spread out. The woods come right down to the 
water along much of this area and my idea was to get Katie to take off her 
clothes back in the woods, walk down to the water, and say hello to the 
fishermen. There are a number of little coves and I figured that it would 
be pretty safe if the fishermen were on one side and Katie was on the 
other. To get to Katie they would have to either wade through the water or 
come around the cove on land. Either way, we could head back up the trail, 
get her dressed, and still have plenty of time to get out of there. 

We headed down to the park and parked in one of the lots down by the dam. 
There were several other cars there, but we could not see any people. I 
pulled into a space near the gate just in case we needed to get out of 
there in a hurry if things did not go well. I was not expecting trouble, 
but I wanted Katie to feel that she was going to be safe. We got out of 
the car and headed down the trail toward the lake. I had a certain cove in 
mind. It was wide enough that we would not have to worry about anyone 
wading across and it was tucked back from the lake so only someone on the 
other side of the cove would be able to see Katie. The only problems would 
be if there were people on each side of the cove or if there were a lot of 
people back on the trail. As we got close to the point I had in mind, I 
told Katie to hold back for a few minutes and I would go check things out.

I headed down the trail and checked things out. As near as I could tell, 
there was nobody on this side of the cove and we had not encountered 
anyone on the trail. There was still the possibility that someone would 
come down from the parking lot, but there were a couple different trails 
we could use. Most of the fishermen used the main trail and I figured that 
we would not run into anyone if we headed back up one of the others. After 
checking this side, I headed the whole way down to the water at the back 
of the cove. People generally fish out toward the lake, where the water is 
deeper. At the back of the cove I could scope things out without being too 
obvious. Just as I had hoped, there were three fishermen on the other side 
of the cove out nearer the lake. They were older men and did not look like 
the sort that would object to a little flashing.

I worked my way back to Katie. We had come down the main trail and she was 
still standing along it. I knew that this was a bit of a step for her. She 
had really come a long way, becoming more relaxed with herself and more 
trusting in me. We both greatly enjoyed our private games, but we also 
both knew that having someone else see her excited us both. We still 
talked about our first time at the restaurant and the time that Greg saw 
her out here. This was the next plunge and I wondered how it would go and 
where it would take us.

I walked up to her and told her that things looked good, that this side of 
the cove was clear and gave her a description of the three men on the 
other side. She told me that nobody else had come down the path this way. 
I could tell that she was a bit nervous and I asked her if she was ready. 
It was a moment before she answered, then she nodded her head a bit before 
looking me in the eyes for a moment. Then she said yes and I could see in 
her eyes that she had made her decision.

We walked down the trail together until we were across from where the 
fishermen were. I could just make out a bit of movement every now and then 
to mark their location, looking through the trees to where they had been 
standing. The trail was maybe thirty feet back from the water’s edge and 
the ground sloped up maybe ten to twelve feet from the water to where we 
stood. I was going to stay back on the trail and let Katie make her way 
down through the trees to the water by herself. I looked at her and told 
her this was it, last chance to back out. A look in her eyes told me she 
had no intention of backing out now. Katie does have a bit of a stubborn 
streak to her, once she makes up her mind there is little that will throw 
her from it. She took a couple moments to look around and then a couple 
deep breaths. Her final answer was to reach under her dress and hooking 
her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, quickly pulling them down and 
stepping out of them. She handed them to me and pulled her dress over her 
head, handing that to me as well. She gave me a quick hug and then began 
to pick her way down to the shoreline. I watched her go, marveling in the 
sight of her. As she got down towards the water, from where I was, I could 
see her but not the fishermen. As she made the last few feet to the water, 
I heard something from one of the fishermen. No doubt that they had seen 
her! She had been looking down as she picked her way down, but at the 
voice she now looked up and waved at the guys across the water, calling 
out a cheery hello. I heard one of the guys ask what was up with her. She 
responded with nothing much and asked how the fishing was, just like 
anyone would. One of the guys said that it had just gotten a whole lot 
better and there was some laughter from all three of them. Another guy 
said that he was sure glad that he had witnesses; nobody ever believed any 
of his fishing stories. More laughter over that. There was some more 
friendly banter and Katie finally said good-bye and headed back up the 
hill to me. She had been down there for ten or fifteen minutes, enough 
time for them to get a good look at her.

As she reached me, I handed her back her dress, keeping her shorts, and 
she quickly slipped it on over her head as we walked up the trail. We 
talked as we headed up the trail to the parking lot, checking back over 
our shoulders every now and then to see if anyone was following. Katie 
told me that she was sure that she had made their day. She told me that 
she had realized that flashing was a symbiotic relationship for the 
exhibitionist and the voyeur. It made her day because here was someone 
obviously appreciating her body and showing her that he thought she was 
sexy. It made his day because out of the blue this woman chooses him and 
gets naked for him. I assured her that it was actually a three-way 
relationship because it turned me on completely that she was willing to do 
any of this for me! On the way home, we stopped at an ice cream stand and 
each got a cone. She had not asked for her shorts, so I had left them in 
the car. Knowing how close to naked she was as we sat there on a bench, 
eating our ice cream, surrounded by maybe two dozen other people, was 
quite a turn-on as well.

The afternoon’s flashing was not an incredibly exceptional thing, but it was nice to be able to share this kind of thing with my wife. If we could share these moments together, we could share pretty much anything else as well. 


Exposing Katie 006

After the incident with the fishermen, Katie was beginning to get a bit 
more willing as well as more daring in her exposure. The extent of this 
presented itself once when Katie and I had gone shopping at a mall further 
outside of the area we live in. The shopping trip did not start out with 
any activities planned, but I was quite pleased with how things turned 
out.

One of the items that Katie was shopping for that afternoon was a few new 
bras. Now, as I have explained, I do not fully understand why she wears 
them. She is small and firm enough up top that she really has no physical 
need for one. She even admits this herself. In fact, the day that we were 
shopping she was braless under her baggy knit shirt. Still, she insists 
that there are times when she has to dress "properly" and wear one.

The mall was not crowded and the department store we were in seemed to 
have even fewer people than the rest of the mall. The women's section was 
pretty much deserted except for us and two saleswomen. The one was a 
matronly older woman who was keeping pretty much to the checkout counter. 
The other one was a younger girl, maybe early twenties, who was stocking 
the shelves and straightening things up. As we were looking around, she 
came over and asked if Katie needed any help, giving her a warm smile when 
she did so. Katie said that she was just looking and the girl went back to 
her duties. I did notice that she kept looking over at Katie, though.

I asked Katie if she happened to know the girl. She said no and wondered 
why I had asked. I said I did not know, but it just seemed that the girl 
was being a bit more than just friendly. Katie simply said to me that she 
thought the girl was coming on to her. I raised my eyebrows at her and she 
gave a little laugh. "You did not see her necklace?" she asked me. When I 
said that I hadn't noticed it, Katie told me it was a rainbow striped 
heart and she figured that the girl was gay. Not that she was into such 
things, she added, but she did think the girl was sort of cute.

I had begun to realize the extent to which Katie was definitely changing 
and this moment drove the point home. Less than a year ago she would not 
have considered herself to be cute and now she was checking out other 
women and making offhand remarks about them coming on to her! 
Intentionally daring her, I said that I thought she was being a bit full 
of herself about it all. She asked if I doubted her and when I said I 
thought the girl was just being friendly, she told me that she would just 
have to prove it.

She caught the girl's eye and motioned for her to come over to us. The 
girl finished folding up a sweater before coming over. Again, she asked if 
she could help, introducing herself as Amy. Katie said that she wanted to 
buy some new bras, but she could never find one that really fit well and 
wondered if Amy could help her out. Amy sort of looked Katie over and then 
asked what size she was. Katie tried to explain that she was not sure if 
there was some way to be fitted for a bra, like you would do to find your 
shoe size. She was playing this totally straight and Amy was going along 
with it, trying to help out the customer and all that. Personally, Katie's 
comment about shoe size had me envisioning a measuring device to stick her 
boob in, but my mind tends to wander like that at times. Amy said that she 
was not aware of anything like that but that she could go ask the other 
saleswoman. Katie said that was okay, she did not want to waste her time, 
she was just wondering if Amy knew some way of judging things. Even if Amy 
had been coming onto Katie earlier, I think that was the furthest thing 
from her mind when she looked Katie over again and said that she could not 
really judge much of anything what with her baggy shirt. She was just 
being honest and trying to help, not trying to get Katie out of her 
clothes.

So I think that what happened next took her totally by surprise. Katie 
looked around to see if anyone else was paying any attention. The racks of 
clothing pretty much hid us from the other saleswoman and the only other 
customer towards the front of the store. Katie reached down and pulled her 
shirt up over her breasts and asked Amy if she could judge any better now. 
She was still playing this totally straight and I still do not think that 
Amy even realized that Katie was exposing herself to her, just that she 
was trying to find a bra that fit. Sort of like not seeing the forest for 
the trees. Amy just sort of looked at her and said that she was not sure 
what she could do to help. Katie cupped her one breast with her other hand 
and said that she knew she was small but that her breasts were fairly 
full. She asked Amy if she could see that and offered for her to feel the 
fullness of her breast.

I was just standing there, keeping an eye on the other people in the store 
and taking in the whole show. I still could not believe that Amy had not 
caught on to what was actually going on here. At Katie's urging, she 
reached out and cupped Katie's breast. Katie continued on, telling her to 
feel it to judge the size and fullness and so forth. She was saying about 
how they are small and full but firm and that she really did not need a 
bra for support. Amy agreed and asked why she needed a bra anyway. Katie 
looked a bit embarrassed and admitted that part of the reason that she 
felt that she had to wear a bra was because her nipples got so hard when 
she was aroused and she wanted to have something to cover that up. Her 
nipples were starting to perk up, but they were not fully aroused yet, so 
she started playing with the one, tweaking and teasing it until it was 
hard and sticking out. She encouraged Amy to do the same with the breast 
in her hand to see what she meant.

I think that Amy was finally catching on at this point. She looked Katie 
in the eyes as she took her nipple between her fingers and started to rub 
it. Katie let her eyelids become heavy and parted her lips. She was 
playing the part, but I could tell that she was beginning to get genuinely 
aroused. Nobody was paying any attention to us, but I was keeping an eye 
out. I did not want Katie to get caught and I did not want Amy to get in 
trouble with her boss. Amy commented that she could see what Katie meant 
about her nipples, they were really getting hard. I knew that she finally 
understood what was going on when she suggested that her tongue was more 
sensitive and that she could judge better with it.

She bent down a bit and tenderly licked at Katie's nipple a couple of 
times before sucking it into her mouth. Katie was no longer playing the 
part at this point, her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips. 
Watching them, my cock was stiff and starting to throb. Katie was holding 
her shirt up with one hand, the other hand dropped away from her other 
breast to cup the back of Amy's head and pull her against her. She was 
stroking the back of her head and playing with her hair. When Amy pulled 
away from Katie's breast, Katie let go of her shirt and took Amy's face in 
both her hands, and pulled it to hers. Their lips met, first softly and 
then kissing more deeply. Amy's arms were around Katie and her hands were 
caressing up and down her back.

I noticed that the other customer was working her way towards us and 
mentioned in a low voice that we had company coming. The women separated, 
both looking a bit dazed and Amy looked at me a bit in surprise like she 
was surprised to find me there. They both began looking through the bras, 
trying to regain their composure. Between them, they picked out a few bras 
for Katie to try on and she headed toward the dressing room. Amy was a bit 
awkward standing there with me. She really did not know what to say after 
just molesting my wife and the two of us waited in silence for Katie to 
return. After a bit, she tried to straighten some things up to mask her 
nervousness.

After several minutes, Katie came back out of the dressing room and said 
that one of the bras that Amy had picked out really fit her well. She 
picked up a couple more of the same style and said that she would purchase 
them. We all went up to the cash register and Katie paid for the bras. Amy 
bagged them up and handed them to Katie. In taking it from her, Katie ran 
the back of her hand over Amy's hand and thanked her for all of her help. 
Amy just sort of blushed and said that she was glad to help. I think that 
having her coworker standing next to her was the cause of the 
embarrassment.

We walked out of the store and into the mall. As we walked along, I told 
Katie that I was not aware that she had feelings in that direction. She 
laughed and said that she really didn't; she had done it mainly to tease 
me, knowing that it would turn me on. She figured that it would not do 
anyone any harm. I told her that I definitely appreciated it, although my 
balls were about ready to explode and I was not sure if that figured in as 
not doing anyone any harm. Katie laughed again and said that if I did not 
want her to do such things I should let her know. I told her that she 
misunderstood; I had no desire to have her stop such things. Quite the 
contrary. She squeezed my hand and said that she would just have to take 
care of me.

We made our way out of the mall and to our car in the parking lot. Once 
inside, Katie told me to keep an eye out for any people and proceeded to 
unzip my pants and take my throbbing cock into her mouth. I have to admit 
that I did not last long and was soon pumping my load into her mouth. To 
think, I usually dreaded going shopping with Katie! I guess that I would 
have to rethink my aversion to such things! 

 
Exposing Katie 007

I have been receiving some feedback for these stories of our adventures 
that I have been posting here. Many favorable comments and some good 
critiques of my writing skills, such that they are. I thank all of you who 
take the time to write (as well as those who have voted). I doubt that our 
chronicles are spicy enough to garner great popularity, but the kind words 
definitely keep me writing.

A common theme to a certain percentage of the feedback bemoans the fact 
that although the writer would love to be able to do the things that we 
have done, the writer's spouse or partner would never go for such things. 
A bit of a surprise has been the few e-mails from women complaining that 
their husband is too conservative to go for such things, but thinking 
about it I have to admit that I know guys like that. The writer will 
usually continue with comments about how bold and daring we have been in 
our adventures.

In response to the first part about an unwilling partner, I can only offer 
the following advice. If someone had come up to me the day before our 
after-dinner adventure and told me of the course that my relationship with 
my wife would take over the coming year, I would have shaken my head sadly 
and told him that he had confused me for some other guy with some other 
wife. Quite frankly, I would not have had it in me to laugh in his face at 
that point. I would never have believed that any of it was possible. If 
there is any real secret to the success of our relationship, it is only 
the trust and respect that we have developed for each other. Accepting 
each other for who we are and being able to discuss thoughts and desires 
openly without repercussions goes an awful long way. 

By no means did all of this happen overnight. In all truth, we initially 
moved extremely slowly with things. The events presented in these stories 
related here were definitely highlights spread out over many months. It 
may seem like we were fairly daring and that our play was always sexual, 
but in reality it was not like we were out there doing this sort of thing 
every night or even every weekend. For the most part, we stuck with a few 
basic scenarios that Katie felt comfortable with and worked on building 
her confidence. If I had always been trying to push the boundaries, it 
would have been a constant battle. If the basics tended to be a little 
mundane most of the time, my reward was that it did lead to these few 
memorable occurrences and that these occurrences were happening with a bit 
more frequency as we went along. If not for the mundane, there would have 
been no chance of anything more.

So most of our nudity was still private; basically at home, in our car 
late at night, or some other secure place where it was nearly guaranteed 
that nobody would ever see her. However, as Katie relaxed more to being 
naked in general, she was also getting more comfortable with our "public" 
nudity. Not that it was exactly "public" in the sense that there was 
actually someone there to witness her display firsthand, mind you. Though, 
as these stories attest, that did happen a few times. More just that it 
was "public" in the sense that the only barriers to stop anyone from 
possibly wandering by and getting a peek was a remote location or a time 
of day that left the area deserted rather than an actual locked door or 
fully private area. If someone happened to be in the right place at the 
right time, there was nothing to stop them from getting a show. Scenarios 
such as our forays around town late at night, out in the far corners of 
the local state park or other country fields and woods, and other deserted 
areas fell into this category.

One area that developed into a favorite of Katie's was my office after 
working hours. I found it surprising that Katie warmed up so readily to 
getting naked there because it was probably the riskiest location for us 
to be doing such things. I think that she saw it as being private because 
some random stranger could not just wander in on us since we were behind 
locked doors. Conversely, I considered it to be more public because other 
people did have a key to the building and there was some likelihood that 
they might pop in for some reason. Further, the stakes were much higher if 
only because any person we encountered there would definitely know us and 
could use our indiscretions against us. Despite the fact that I would 
typically choose times to do my backups when there was little chance that 
anybody would be in the office doing any work, there was still that chance 
that someone could come in.

So Katie felt safe because she was behind locked doors and I was not 
really going to argue with her because, as I have said in the past, a lot 
of the thrill for me is the contrast of the situation. The sense of things 
being decidedly out of place. Hence, the office was a natural. During the 
day the suits and ties; deadlines; and dealing with the boss, clients, and 
coworkers contrasted very nicely with my naked wife by night.

It was at the office that things had a chance to develop along some 
different lines. For the most part, our exploits were mainly about the 
idea of exhibitionism even if not the actual fact. There were a couple 
times that we did more than just show her off. The car dealership was more 
about the role that Katie was playing than about what she was showing. The 
encounter with the salesgirl also took things beyond just basic exposure. 
Especially towards the beginning of this adventure, there were times when 
I wondered if all of this was ever going to amount to something. Then 
these moments would come along, however, when I could see that things were 
changing. The car dealership and the fishermen were big steps, but they 
were not quite as telling if only because I had spent a fair amount of 
effort to instigate them. More telling were the times that Katie herself 
instigated things that pushed the boundaries further than even I was 
expecting.

Despite her seemingly passive role in our very first adventure, it was my 
first sign of things to come. To this day, Katie definitely has a stubborn 
streak in her. I kid her that the only real change has been to soften her 
competitive edge a bit. She could have fought me on what I was attempting 
to do and that would have been the end of it right then and there. Our 
relationship would have probably ended that evening as well. One of the 
bravest things that she ever did was to relinquish control to me that 
evening. She trusted in me and it was the start of a new chapter in our 
lives. Don't think for a moment that Katie showed any weakness by 
relinquishing control. It takes a lot of strength to put yourself in 
another's hands -- not just blindly submit, mind you -- and fully trust 
them.

Another telling moment was at the park when she remained naked when Greg 
wandered into our little private moment. She could have ducked down at the 
first site of him and scrambled to put her clothes back on. She had seen 
him first, he probably would have never known that she was naked. At the 
most, he would have gotten only a quick glimpse of her nudity, too fast to 
register any details. Again, it was her choice to take it further.

The incident with the salesgirl took me completely by surprise on so many 
levels. That Katie initiated the contact with someone herself. That she 
was teasing me with it. That it was with another woman. That it was in 
such a public place as a shopping mall, even if it was far enough away 
from home.

If you ask me to name points at which I could begin to see the future 
direction of our relationship, these three incidents would be at the top 
of my list.

Although there was not a whole lot of imagination to our exploits at the 
office initially, two specific incidents occurred that ultimately served 
to further propel our adventures in new directions.

Any new location took Katie awhile to get comfortable in. She would go 
through a few stages where she would get more exposed and more quickly 
exposed as she warmed to a place. It was not long until Katie was coming 
with me nearly every time I would go in to the office after hours. She 
would usually wear just a T-shirt or sweatshirt along with jeans. Due to 
her petite build, Katie hardly ever wore a bra when dressed casually, 
unless it was to hide her nipples. Knickers were never common attire for 
her either.

It would usually play out with Katie starting out by taking her shoes off 
(and socks, if she was wearing them) and then sitting cross-legged in my 
spare chair in her bare feet. After awhile, she would unbutton her jeans 
and then ease her zipper down or unbutton them if they were a button fly. 
She would always hesitate after each step as if building her courage up to 
go on. Even as she gained confidence, I encouraged her to take her time. 
It just is not the same if clothing is removed merely as a matter of 
course.

She would sit for awhile like that, her jeans open just enough to see the 
top of her pubic hair as I would work on setting up the backup. In a way, 
I found it somewhat puzzling that most of the time she would remove her 
jeans first. To me, it just seems that taking your pants off exposes more 
intimate parts. When I finally asked her about it, Katie explained that 
she actually felt less exposed with her pants off. Especially while she 
was sitting (with her legs together), all that she was showing was a patch 
of hair. She said that she felt more exposed with her top off because 
everything was fully on display as well as feeling more uncomfortable 
because she did not feel that what she had up top was really worth 
displaying. Funny thing was that she would wander around the house topless 
and not think a thing of it. But when she was aware of her nakedness it 
became an issue of sorts. There were a few times that she was feeling 
brazen enough to remove her shirt first, sitting there bare to the waist 
in the office, though.

She did a good job of varying her routine. Sometimes she would stay in the 
chair, ease the jeans down over her hips, and then stretch her legs up 
into the air to pull the jeans off, giving me an excellent view of her 
pussy and ass. It was rare that she would just stand up, drop her pants, 
and sit back down. She usually made some sort of production of it. 
Sometimes she would leave the room for some reason or other and then 
nonchalantly walk back in, naked from the waist down. A few times, she 
would walk back in totally naked, just as nonchalantly. Usually within 
half an hour from our arrival to the office, Katie was completely, if 
casually naked.

For the most part, that was about as far as things went. It was actually 
somewhat rare that we got sexual during our exhibition play back at the 
beginning. The stories here stand out for us mainly because they did go 
further than was normal for us. Although we would always have great sex 
after we were out exposing Katie, it was usually in the privacy and 
security of our own home. Our sex life was definitely improving, there was 
more passion in it and it was more satisfying to both of us because we 
were relating to each other a lot better. But these times that it actually 
led to sex "out in the wild" were really pretty rare.

At the office, Katie would pass her time pretty much just sitting around 
naked. I'd send her off to other rooms in the office to get things for me 
or she would go off on her own to get a drink at the water cooler or go to 
the bathroom. It was actually her first nude bathroom break that broke the 
ice and set the tone towards making our exploits a bit more imaginative.

That first time that Katie used the facilities at the office, she came 
back with a bit of a weird look on her face. When I asked her what was up, 
she told me that she had found it to be somewhat disconcerting to be naked 
in a public restroom, even though it was totally deserted. Somehow, she 
said, it was more strange for her to be naked in the restroom than out in 
the rest of the office. She kept on with this and eventually talked me 
into stripping down to see for myself. I can vouch that it is definitely a 
bit of a peculiar feeling at first.

She stayed in my office and let me go to the restroom by myself in order 
to "get the full effect" as she put it. I went in and walked around a bit. 
It did feel sort of odd in a way I can't fully define. Perhaps other rooms 
are sort of like rooms in your house with furniture and carpet and such. 
You don't have this big, stark, tiled room in your house for comparison. 
But it also was different from being naked in a locker room. I don't know, 
you'd have to try it yourself to understand, I think. Since I was in there 
anyway, I walked over to a urinal and started to take a leak. That felt 
odd too, for some reason.

So I'm standing there at the urinal when Katie, having waited as long as 
she patiently could, suddenly pushes the door open and walks in saying in 
her best deep voice, "So, Tom, how is that Richardson account coming?" 
Sort of a deep voice like Joni Mitchell uses at the end of "Big Yellow 
Taxi" where she says "put up a parking lot" and then giggles. Needless to 
say, I was not expecting this at all. Here I am, standing at a urinal 
totally naked, at my office, feeling a bit disconcerted as it was because 
of the situation and the fact that Katie had just been telling me how 
weird it felt to begin with. So it startled me quite a bit. I'm trying to 
look over my shoulder to see what is going on and at the same time moving 
up against the wall to try to hide myself -- like hiding a six foot plus 
naked man behind a urinal screen was even possible to begin with. Further, 
if you are pissing and someone startles you, the last thing that you are 
going to be able to do is stop pissing. So I ended up pissing all over the 
tile wall and floor before I realized what was going on and got things 
back under control.

At this point Katie was laughing hysterically to the point that she could 
barely remain standing. If she had not just come back from using the 
facilities herself, I think that she would have definitely peed herself at 
this point.

Despite my embarrassment, I love the sight of Katie at moments like this 
-- not only totally naked, but also totally unselfconscious of her naked 
state. Even before we started this adventure with exposing her, I had seen 
her like this on a few rare occasions. Moments where she would be totally 
naked and it would not seem the least bit out of the ordinary. That is the 
irony of the situation. At a moment like that she was not trying to be 
sexy, she was not trying to turn me on, really she had totally forgotten 
that she was even naked. But that is the moment that turns me on the most. 
When she is just totally at ease with herself, just being herself, and is 
totally naked. Perhaps it was these moments that I had seen that told me 
there was something worth fighting for and that led me to expose her that 
first night.

Anyway, I finally recovered and said, "You're in trouble now, missy. 
You're going to get it!" Katie stopped laughing, got a real serious look 
on her face, and said "Uh-oh..." in this little girl squeak of a voice as 
she turned and ran for the door. I headed after her and quickly caught up 
with her in the hallway -- there wasn't much of anywhere for her to go 
really. I swept her up in my arms and carried her back towards the 
restroom as she struggled and promised that she would be good, continuing 
her little girl voice. For effect, I had grabbed her around the waist and 
was holding her with one arm under her hips so that her head was down and 
her bare ass was pointing up at me. By the time I got her back to the 
men's room door she was giggling and grabbing for my dick, promising that 
she would be a good girl and that she would make it up to me. If anyone 
had come down the hallway at that moment, there would have certainly been 
quite a bit to explain.

Now don't get me wrong. By no means was I really upset with her. It was 
all in the spirit of fun at this point. I gave her a bit of a swat on the 
ass to get her attention as I pushed my way through the door and told her 
sternly that she was going to have to clean up the mess and that she 
deserved a punishment for her actions. I set her down on her feet and she 
kept her eyes lowered in submission, but from the trace of a smile at the 
corners of her mouth I knew that she realized the game as well.

I told her that I had to go get the cleaning supplies and that she was to 
stay in the restroom until I got back. I started to head to the door and 
then changed my mind.

Walking back to her, I said that she needed something to reflect on while 
she waited. I took her by her upper arm and led her over to one of the 
sinks. I told her to hold onto the front of the sink and bend over. She 
assumed the position, standing a foot or so back from the sink and bending 
at the waist just enough to put her hands on the edge of the sink with her 
legs fairly close together. I took her by the waist and drug her further 
away from the sink, so that she had to really lean over with her back 
nearly horizontal and her tight little ass sticking out. I then stuck my 
foot between her legs to push them further apart. I kept nudging at her 
feet until she had them a bit further than shoulder width apart, exposing 
her pussy from behind. I could tell that she was starting to get wet 
because her nether lips slowly opened up as she spread her legs.

I took a moment to just run my hand down over the curve of her ass, 
cupping the cheek and caressing it. I spent about a minute doing this, 
just running my cupped hand over both her ass cheeks. Katie's ass is cute 
and tight, I can practically cup one whole cheek in my hand. Finally, I 
lowered my hand between her legs and probed her pussy slightly with my 
middle finger. As I had guessed, she was getting excited and her lips were 
slippery with her wetness.

Katie's pussy is a beautiful thing to me. She keeps most of her pubic hair 
shaved with just a triangular patch trimmed close above her pussy. Katie 
always used to think that her pussy was vulgar because her inner lips 
protrude out beyond her outer lips. She'd say that was all she was, 
nipples and pussy lips. Personally, I find it sexy. The women with just a 
slit down there don't really do much for me. Katie's inner lips get all 
puffy and turn rosy as she gets aroused. I think of it as a little flower 
that unfolds just for me.

I ran my finger along those lips of hers, they were soft in their wetness. 
I did not probe too deeply, did not want to find her clit just yet, just 
wanted to toy with her. I slipped my hand back to her ass cheek and after 
just a quick caress I pulled back and gave her a slap. Without missing a 
beat, I gave her other cheek a quick slap as well. Not really hard, but 
enough to sting and bring some color to both her cheeks.

I did not even give her another caress to ease the sting. I told her to 
remain in that position until I got back as I walked out the door. I 
quickly walked down the hall to the utility closet to get a sponge and 
pail. Tossing the sponge into the pail, I poured some cleaner in as well 
and walked back to the restroom.

Walking down the hallway, I had another brief moment of apprehension. It 
was extremely rare that I encountered anyone else in the office at these 
times. Still, there were times that someone would drop in for some reason 
other than work. If anyone would have walked in, there would be quite a 
bit of explaining to do. I was walking down the hallway, totally naked, 
with a cleaning pail in my hand and an erection that was beginning to 
ache. My wife was totally naked, standing in the men's restroom bent over 
a sink with her ass and pussy sticking up in the air for anyone to see. 
Definitely a lot of explaining to do...

I walked back into the restroom and went over to the other sink. Katie was 
still in position at her sink with her head down when I came in, not even 
looking up. I filled the pail about half full of water and walked back 
over to Katie, smacked her on the ass again, and told her that it was time 
to clean things up.



She got up but kept her eyes down as she took the pail from me and walked 
over to the urinal. It was not much of a mess and she only had to spend a 
few moments wiping the urinal, wall, and floor before returning to me with 
the pail. I took it and poured it into one of the toilets, flushed, and 
then told Katie to come with me as I headed for the door once again. 
Outside the restroom, I told Katie to wait for a moment while I returned 
the pail to the utility closet. Coming back down the hallway, I herded 
Katie back into my office.

I had her assume the position again, bending over my desk with her legs 
apart as I pulled up a chair. Sitting down behind her, I had her spread 
her legs a bit more and rest on her forearms so as to raise her ass in 
order to give me a good view between her legs. I spent a moment to just 
sit back in my chair and took in the view for several minutes. Her inner 
labia were puffy and glistening with the moisture of her arousal. They 
were turning slightly purplish pink as the blood flowed to them. Towards 
the center of their length, the wetness was causing the edges to curl back 
a bit to expose the secrets hidden within.

As self-conscious as Katie had been about her body, I had not had too many 
opportunities to just sit and stare at her pussy like this. A few glances 
while I was eating her out at times, but if I looked for too long she 
would always cover herself with her hand. I had a feeling (and Katie later 
confirmed) that nobody but her gynecologist had the opportunity to examine 
her this closely before.

Sitting there behind her, with all of her charms presented just inches in 
front of my face solely for my perusal, I have to admit that I had a 
nearly uncontrollable urge to slowly plunge a big, thick phallus of some 
sort into her pussy. Just to watch the act of it slowly going in. Watch as 
each centimeter slowly entered her pussy and her pussy stretched to 
accommodate it. Watch up close. Really up close. Just for the sake of 
watching it.

Only problem was that I did not have anything available. It's not like I 
keep a monster thick dildo in my drawer at work. There would be some 
questions from my coworkers if I did. Nor did we keep a supply of 
cucumbers in the lunchroom refrigerator. About the thickest object of the 
right general shape that I had at my desk was a Sharpie marker and that 
just was not even close to the size I was looking for.

My scrutiny was starting to get to Katie. She was beginning to squirm just 
from my observation. As her fidgeting increased, I finally gave her a swat 
on her ass and told her to settle down or her punishment was only going to 
get worse. I knew that she was going to have a hard time keeping still, so 
I knew that I was almost guaranteed to be able to push things a bit 
further.

To her credit, she really tried to keep still. After several minutes, 
though, instinct kicked in and she began to squirm again. I let her get 
away with it the first time, but when she started to squirm for a second 
time I gave her another quick swat on her ass and told her hug the desk. 
She hesitated, not understanding my command. I put my hand against her 
back and firmly pushed her down until her chest and torso were flat 
against the desk. This pushed her ass up a bit higher, most invitingly.

I took my member in my hand and positioned it behind her. In one motion, I 
put it to her wet slit and drove into her. She moaned as I entered her, 
expecting that she knew what "punishment" she faced. I had pushed myself 
fully into her, somewhat amazed at how wet she was and how easily I 
penetrated her.

I held myself like that for a minute or two, just relishing in the feel of 
her hot, wet pussy around my manhood. Then I pulled out, all the way out 
and began to put my clothes back on. Katie whimpered softly a bit when she 
realized that I was not going to finish what I started and after a moment, 
reached for her clothes. But as she reached for her clothes, I put my hand 
down on them and told her that she had lost her clothes for the evening. 
Her eyes widened for a moment, but she withdrew her hand and stood quietly 
while I finished dressing. Once I was dressed, I bundled up her clothes 
and shoes so that I could carry them. The backup had finished, so I spent 
a few moments shutting things down and putting things away. The whole time 
I let her stand there and to her credit she did not even fidget once.

When I was ready, I collected our things and motioned that she was to go 
ahead of me. I only wished that I had been better prepared to take 
advantage of the situation. I ushered Katie out the door ahead of me and 
just as I was reaching for the light switch I spied something that gave me 
an idea -- a roll of black electrical tape that I use for patching things 
-- and knew that I finally had something to work with. The shiny black 
vinyl look to it just screamed of bondage.

The ideas started rolling around in my head. I knew that I wanted to bind 
her hands so that she couldn't cover up. I also wanted to do more than 
just tape her wrists, make a bit of a costume out of it or something. I 
told Katie to hold up for a moment and grabbed the roll of tape off my 
desk. Her eyes widened again when she focused on what I was holding in my 
hand just as they had when I told her that she had lost her clothes for 
the evening. I realized that if I bound her hands in front, she could 
still do an adequate job of covering herself. If I bound them behind her, 
it would be uncomfortable for her to sit in the car. Somehow, I wanted to 
bind them with her arms raised behind her head. That would stretch her out 
more, showing her off nicely. I just was not exactly sure how to 
accomplish that in a way that she could not just bring her hands back over 
her head and be able to cover up. So I started out with the "costume" part 
of things.

I told her to stand with her feet slightly apart and her arms at her 
sides. I kneeled down in front of her and began wrapping the tape up one 
leg to her knee and then back down, crisscrossing it over the first wrap. 
Back to her ankle and I cut the tape. Then the other leg. Standing up 
again, I cut two short pieces and covered her nipples with them. 

Standing back for a moment, I liked the way that things looked. Still, I 
had to figure out how to bind her arms. I was tempted to bind her wrists 
and just tell her to keep her hands locked behind her head. She probably 
would have done it, too. But the instinct to cover up just might be too 
great and I wanted to eliminate the possibility of that choice altogether. 
I started by binding her arms similar to her legs, just starting at her 
wrist and spiraling up her forearm to her elbow and then crisscrossing it 
back down. Then the other arm. As I came back to the wrist of the second 
arm, I had her bring her wrists together and wrapped the tape a couple 
loops around both of them to secure them together.

The only way that I could see to keep her hands behind her head was to run 
the tape around her neck and then bind her wrists to that. I was a bit 
hesitant to do this, figuring that it would be fairly uncomfortable, but I 
could see no other way. I had Katie hold her hair up while I looped two 
wraps of tape around her neck, keeping my fingers under the tape at the 
back to give a little extra room. I then cut a length of tape and fed it 
under the tape at the back of her neck and, once she had her wrists in 
place, wrapped it around the tape binding her wrists. I fed the tape under 
again and once more around her wrists to secure things.

It was not the most professional job, but I was pretty pleased with what I 
had been able to come up with, making do with what limited materials I had 
on hand. The wrapping on her forearms and lower legs with the thick band 
of tape at her neck gave her a somewhat barbarian slave girl look. Having 
her hands behind her head greatly improved the look. Not only did it keep 
her from having the chance to cover herself, it also arched her back, 
thrusting her chest out somewhat and lifting her breasts.

With my creation done, I motioned for Katie to continue out into the 
hallway as I shut the lights off behind us. I guided her down the stairs, 
making sure that she did not stumble since she could not catch herself. We 
reached the bottom of the stairs and walked through the front office to 
the door. With the lights on, anyone could have seen us through the 
windows at this point. Deciding that discretion was the better part of 
valor, I turned off the lights quickly then set the alarm and opened the 
door. I quickly ushered Katie out the door and turned to lock it.

The office is remote enough that I was not too concerned about anyone 
being around and we were far enough back from the street that I doubted 
any passing cars would take notice to us. Still, as we set off down the 
steps and crossed to the car, I realized how exposed we were. I unlocked 
the door and helped Katie into her seat, fastening the seat-belt around 
her. I closed her door and went around to my side. I climbed in and paused 
for a moment just to look at her. Truthfully, seated in the car with the 
seat-belt around her sort of took away from the costume. I knew that I had 
to do something more with her.

I started the car and instead of heading for home, I decided to head out 
into the country a bit. My first thought was to head out to the state 
park, but I knew that the rangers patrolled the parking lots since 
everything was closed after dusk. Running through various options in my 
head, I finally turned the car towards an orchard that I knew of. They had 
a small building along the road where they set up a stand in the Fall, but 
for now it would be easy to park behind it so as not to attract too much 
attention. There was a dusk to dawn light on a pole out front, but there 
were shadows behind the building and the road was not too heavily 
traveled. A short drive later and I pulled the car in behind the building.

Getting out, I went around to her side and opened the door. I unfastened 
her seat-belt and helped her to swing her legs out of the car. With the 
gravel drive, I grabbed her shoes and slipped them onto her feet, tying 
the laces for her. With the door open, the dome light illuminated her 
naked body for me and I paused to take it all in. Once ready, I helped her 
out of the car and into the darkness.

Between the dusk to dawn light and the moon there was enough light to see 
once your eyes adjusted, even out behind the building. I stepped back from 
her, just wanting to take the sight of her in. She looked beautiful on 
display for me. With her arms up, it lifted her breasts as though putting 
them on presentation to me. I told her to walk out to the edge of the 
drive for me. About halfway out, she would be out from behind the building 
and the light would be shining on her. As she reached the point that she 
was about to step into the light, I detected only the merest of pauses 
before she made the next step and the light shined upon her body.

It was quite a thrill to see her outside like this. Unlike our exploits in 
town, she was totally exposed with no option to cover up if a car came. 
She reached the edge of the gravel and turned to face me. After a moments 
pause, she started to come back towards me but I called out for her to 
wait. With me still in the shadows behind the building and the light 
directly upon her, I guessed that she really could not see me. She paused, 
waiting for what I would say next. I moved slowly, so that she would not 
hear me. I wanted to get into a better position so that I could see things 
better once I issued my next command. Walking towards the building, I 
reached the corner. Calling out, I told her to walk to the post that the 
light was on out front. Again, there was only the slightest of pauses 
before she began to walk towards the post. When she reached it, I called 
out that she was to turn her back to the post and lean back against it.

I am not sure whether we were fortunate that nobody came along that 
country road that evening or not. She was out at that post for at least 
five minutes, although it seemed like much longer. Finally, I called for 
her to come back. Her pause almost made her seem reluctant this time. 
Reluctant to finish her display. As she got back to the darkness, I was 
waiting for her, telling her how beautiful she looked on display out there 
all alone. I caressed her breast and tugged at her nipple, causing her to 
whimper as I kissed her. My hand dipped between her legs and found that 
her wetness coated her legs before I even got to her pussy itself. I 
rubbed at her slit with one hand as I squeezed her breast with my other, 
all the while kissing her passionately.

She responded with a frenzy that I had not seen the likes of before. Her 
hips were humping against my hand and whimpers and moans were escaping as 
she kissed me back. When she came I had to grab her to keep her from 
falling. I kept her on her feet until her strength returned. I pulled my 
keychain out and clipped the tape that bound her hands to her neck with 
the little pocketknife that I keep with my keys. She slipped her arms 
around my neck and we stood in the darkness kissing for the longest time.

Finally, we broke the kiss and walked back to the car together. Upon 
reaching it, she leaned against the hood, presenting her pretty little ass 
to me. "I need you inside of me," was all that she had to say. I undid my 
pants and rubbed my member along her slit only a couple times before 
driving it home. She was so wet and so hot that I did not last long. One 
last thrust and I exploded into her. We kissed and hugged and fondled a 
little longer before we decided that we should get going. Katie squatted 
right in the middle of the drive and peed as I opened the car. She took 
her clothes from me and slipped into them.

Driving home, we talked about all that had happened. Laughing together 
about her startling me in the bathroom and talking about all that had 
happened after that. When we got home, we learned that electrical tape is 
not the best thing to be using for bondage. It sticks to all the little 
arm hairs and such. Katie was a sport, but she suggested that we find 
something else to use in the future.

We made love again in bed that night and talked for a long time before 
falling asleep in each other's arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew 
that there was much to come for both of us in this newfound life together. 


Exposing Katie 008

In my last submission, I mentioned that there were two incidents at the 
office that pushed our exploits substantially further. Although neither 
incident was really planned in any way, the second incident took a 
decidedly different turn. To put it simply, we nearly got caught. From a 
logical standpoint, that was not all that surprising. The risk was there.

Our first incident had definitely increased the heat of our adventures by 
adding the elements of fantasy and role-playing to our sexual life. It may 
sound strange to a lot of people that these were not part of our 
lovemaking before this point, but it really had a lot to do with Katie's 
insecurities. The idea that I may be turned on by imagining her to be 
someone or something other than what she really was did not appeal to her. 
To her, it was literally like I was telling her that I wanted her to act 
like this other person because I desired them more than I did her. Any 
attempts at sexual fantasy were met with suspicion. It took me quite some 
time to even begin to realize where she was coming from on this matter. 
Even once I understood her thoughts, I could not seem to explain my view 
of the situation in a way that she understood enough to trust me, so the 
whole issue of sexual fantasies was something that got dropped. Issues 
like this were what brought us to the point we were at that night at the 
restaurant. What started at the point of not being able to communicate our 
thoughts and feelings to each other eventually turned into resentment that 
the other person seemed to not feel that those thoughts and feelings were 
important.

To make a simple illustration, take the example of my possibly suggesting 
a little fantasy involving Katie being a waitress and coming out and 
serving me in some skimpy little outfit, it develops into licking food off 
of each other's bodies, and ends up having sex on the dining room table or 
kitchen counter. However, when I present my little idea to Katie, her 
first thought is that there is some cute waitress somewhere that I have my 
eye on and I'll be thinking of her instead of Katie while we play this 
little fantasy out. So there is an argument and hard feelings. I feel that 
I have been turned down for suggesting something fun and playful that we 
can share. Katie feels that there is someone else that I desire more than 
her and that I am trying to coax her into some sort of game so that I can 
play out my fantasies about this other woman. Chances are that it does not 
end there. The next time I take Katie out to dinner, if I seem to be too 
friendly with the waitress Katie's suspicions are aroused. Perhaps Katie 
accuses me of flirting with the waitress, but maybe nothing is even said. 
Either way, Katie does not enjoy the dinner and is upset. I pick up on her 
mood and to me it seems like once again I try to do something nice (take 
her out to dinner) and she is upset with me. I withdraw from her because 
it seems that I cannot do anything right. She sees my detachment as one 
more sign that I don't desire her and the whole things continues to 
escalate. This is the vicious cycle that we were in.

However, for some reason that first incident at the restaurant sparked 
some element between us that said we both valued the relationship and 
needed to find some way to make it work together. A benefit of the 
discussions between us that followed was that as we began to understand 
where each other was coming from. Katie began to see the possibilities of 
me being turned on not by me imagining her to be someone else, but by what 
she herself may imagine her to be. She began to see that it was an active 
role, a story created by the two of us, rather than merely a passive role 
to force herself into being something else that I desired her to be. 
Although this may be an unorthodox method, taking active control of your 
life is an essential part of building self esteem and self worth.

I found some extra excuses to go in to the office in the evening more 
often and Katie would always tag along. The first noticeable change was in 
our dress. Katie was first to ditch the jeans and sweatshirts, opting at 
first just to leave on what she had worn to work rather than changing into 
something more comfortable for the evening. As I caught on to her intent, 
I began to stay dressed for work as well.

It made sense for our role playing to start out with the office setting 
theme. While I worked on the server, Katie would sit at my computer. She 
was not as quick to get naked, but worked on developing the fine art of 
flirting. She'd unbutton a few more buttons on her blouse than was proper, 
exposing glimpses of lacy bras or bare breasts. After a few episodes of 
this, I began to notice that she must have acquired some new clothes. 
Still along the lines of what she would wear to work, but the blouses were 
more sheer and the skirts and dresses were shorter. She'd wear a sheer 
blouse with no bra underneath, making it quite clear as to why she felt 
that she needed to wear a bra to her office to remain proper. Her pert 
little nipples poked out quite clearly. She'd wear her short skirts 
without any knickers and make it a point to stand and bend over when she 
"accidently" lost a pencil or to get something out of the bottom drawer of 
my filing cabinet. Eventually she would come over to my chair and stand to 
talk to me, absentmindedly rubbing her leg and "accidently" pulling the 
hem of her dress up so that her pussy stared me in the eye. The game was 
that of the office affair, the guy fooling around with the female 
coworker. Sex was always quick lest "coworkers" caught us. I'd eat her out 
as she leaned against the desk or laid back on it. A couple times I'd drop 
my pants just enough to give it to her, both of us coming quickly. We'd 
save the slow, sensuous lovemaking for when we could take our time at 
home. It was all part of the roles that we were playing.

One day Katie took this a bit further. She had been out at a meeting late 
in the morning, so she decided to swing past my office to see me over 
lunch. I really did not give it a second thought other than to be 
pleasantly surprised when she walked through my office door slightly 
before noon. She was wearing a semi-typical business suit, dark skirt with 
dark nylons, and dress jacket. The skirt was not particularly short and 
the jacket was not particularly revealing, so nothing really alerted me 
that anything out of the ordinary was up. She told me that she had been in 
the area and figured that she would stop in and spend our lunch hour 
together. I gave her a quick kiss and told her that if she gave me a few 
minutes, I'd finish things up and then we could go out.

She took a seat in my spare chair while she waited. I was concentrating on 
my work for a few minutes, trying to get things finished up, and not 
really paying attention to her. When I finally glanced up at her for a 
moment she flipped her jacket open, having unbuttoned it while she was 
sitting there, to show me that she had nothing on underneath the jacket! 
Ok, fuck work, it could wait until after lunch. She had my full attention! 
Work, what work?

Knowing I was paying attention now, she pulled back both sides of her 
jacket further for me. Nobody else could see her unless someone came down 
the hallway, but it was still an incredible thrill to be seeing her like 
this in the middle of the day with the full office staff around us. Also, 
with the lunch hour only moments away nearly everyone on the second floor 
would be walking past my doorway to reach the stairs, adding a certain 
amount of risk to her actions. She slowly closed her jacket and almost 
silently mouthed the words to me, "No knickers..." I gave her a slightly 
quizzical look, glancing down at her nylons, and said quietly, "Let me 
see..." She stood and gathered her jacket back around her. Reaching down, 
she lifted the hem of her skirt and slowly started drawing it up her legs. 
Despite drawing her jacket closed, bending over obviously caused it to 
gape open again, giving me a delicious view of her breasts once again.

Although I would never turn down a lady's offer to lift her skirt for me, 
I would prefer bare skin over nylons if given the choice. However, as she 
drew the skirt up her legs, I got another surprise as the tops of her 
stockings and then her garters came into view. Katie was just full of 
surprises, this being the first time I had ever seen her wearing stockings 
and garters.

Her bare breasts were forgotten entirely as I focused on the hem of her 
skirt as it slowly made its way up her legs. As the hem reached the tops 
of her thighs, she paused for a moment before drawing it up the rest of 
the way to expose her sweet pussy to my waiting eyes. She held her skirt 
up for me, exposing herself for a moment, before letting it fall once 
again. Straightening up, she buttoned her jacket together as well. All I 
could say to her was, "Wow!" She smiled at me as she finished 
straightening her clothing. Finally I found my voice again. "You are 
incredible, my love," I told her as her smile broadened. "I love you," I 
continued and she replied that she loved me. With that there was movement 
in the hallway as people started to leave their offices for lunch and the 
moment was broken.

I took a few moments to finish things up and collect my things. Also to 
let the rush of people get out of the office before I took Katie out to 
lunch. As I unlocked the car door and opened it for her, she took a quick 
look around and then pulled her skirt up around her waist to sit her bare 
ass on the seat and show off her garters and stocking tops. On the way to 
the restaurant I enjoyed myself, rubbing her bare leg above her stocking 
and just enjoying the view. At the restaurant, I went around to open her 
door for her and she rewarded me by taking her time getting out of the 
car, spreading her legs to the point that her glistening pussy lips began 
to spread open before she stood up and let her skirt fall back into place.

I always enjoyed getting together with Katie for lunch during the work 
week and that day was no exception. Of course, starting things off with 
her little exhibitionistic displays did not hurt the mood one bit. During 
our lunch, she took a couple opportunities to lean forward and let her 
jacket gape open so that I could see down it. With the way that we were 
flirting and given that both of us were wearing our wedding rings, I am 
sure that some people around us probably jumped to the conclusion that we 
were having an affair. It is a shame that society tends to believe that 
married people should not have so much fun!

It was after one o'clock by the time we finished up our lunch and paid our 
bill. I put in enough extra hours that the boss is not too concerned when 
I run a little late, though. At the car, Katie repeated her performance, 
pulling up her skirt to sit down on her bare ass. For the short drive, she 
also unbuttoned her jacket to let it open up. Frankly, I was surprised at 
her boldness. She left her jacket unbuttoned the whole way to the parking 
lot and I began to wonder how far she was going to take this. I parked in 
my usual space, somewhat away from the building and with several cars 
blocking the view. I got out and went around to her side to open her door 
for her. She repeated her previous display, slowly spreading her legs as 
she got out of the car to give me a good show of her pussy. Adding to it, 
once she was turned fully towards me with her legs spread wide, she lifted 
her hands to the lapels of her jacket and slowly drew it completely open. 
She held this pose, looking up at me with a mischievous and totally sexy 
grin on her face, until I finally reached down to run my hand over her 
breast. Finding her nipple, I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger 
and then tugged gently on it, causing her to close her eyes and give a 
shudder. Reluctantly, she drew her jacket back around herself and fastened 
the buttons as she got out of the car, knowing that if she did not put an 
end to things we would probably end up going too far.

Katie followed me into the office, ostensibly to use the phone to call her 
office to let them know that she would be running late. She made her call, 
but as she went to leave she pushed the door closed. Flipping her skirt up 
in back and spreading her legs, she bent over to give me a wonderful view 
of her tight little ass and her pussy peeking through between her legs 
with her stockings and garters framing the view. "This will be waiting for 
you at home tonight, mister," she told me with a grin. Without giving me a 
chance to respond, she pulled her skirt back down, opened the door, and 
walked out without another look back.

True to her word, she was waiting for me when I got home, quite 
fortunately still dressed in her outfit from the day. I immediately talked 
her into removing her skirt -- leaving her in her jacket, stockings, and 
heels -- and kept her like that for the evening. The jacket was long 
enough to mostly cover her, but showed off the tops of her stockings and 
her garters. She looked quite sweet wandering around the house dressed up 
like that (Dressed down like that? Undressed like that?).

At dinner, she unbuttoned the jacket for comfort, giving a tantalizing 
view of her bare chest. She did not make the effort to pull the jacket 
apart, so I never did get a glimpse of an actual nipple or substantial 
portion of her breasts while we were eating. In a way, I found that more 
tantalizing. She was being completely natural and that is what I always 
found most sexy about her.

After dinner, she made no move to button her jacket back up, which left 
her pussy completely on display and would expose her breasts as she would 
bend over or move her arms. As we were finishing up, I could not take it 
any longer. She was standing at the kitchen counter and I reached my hand 
under the back of her jacket and eased it between her legs. I was greeted 
by a warm and wonderfully moist (although not incredibly wet) pussy.

As she stood there, finishing her cleaning up, she absentmindedly moved 
her legs apart, giving me better access to her treasure. I ran my finger 
along the folds of her slit, probing her gently until my fingertip found 
the nub of her clit. I felt her body give a little shudder and heard her 
slight intake of breath as my fingertip grazed across it. I contented 
myself with rubbing her nether lips some more for awhile, teasing her 
gently before I searched out her clit again. There was more firmness to it 
this time and I paused at it to rub it more directly this time. I was 
rewarded with another shudder and intake of breath. I eased my finger back 
down her slit, noting the growing wetness of her pussy, before returning 
to her clit once again to rub at it gently. This time I was rewarded with 
a small moan and Katie stopped her cleaning for a moment. Letting her 
finish up, I went back to gently rubbing her slit. When she was done, 
though, I probed against her little clit with a vengeance, rubbing it and 
feeling it harden beneath my finger.

With my other hand, I helped her slip her jacket off and bent her over the 
counter. I could imagine the cool surface pressing against her breasts. 
Her legs spread further apart, inviting me to do as I pleased. I continued 
to tickle her clit and rub at the folds of her pussy, her breathing was 
becoming heavier and she was beginning to let out little moans. When I 
slowly pushed my finger into her wet folds, she began to spasm and groan. 
I fucked her with my finger while rubbing her clit with my other hand, 
bringing her to orgasm.

As the tremors subsided, I did not give her much chance to recover. 
Lifting her onto the counter gently, I turned her over and got between her 
legs. I began by kissing the insides of her thighs, working my way up to 
kiss on either side of her pussy as well as her tummy. Slowly I worked my 
way in towards my target. I gently kissed along her labia, feather 
touches, knowing how sensitive she was after her first orgasm. Finally I 
allowed my tongue to find her clit and gently made love to it with my 
mouth, kisses and gentle caresses of my tongue and lips. I could sense her 
tension building once again and gently inserted my finger into her, 
rubbing inside of her with one finger while using the knuckle of the next 
finger to rub between her vagina and asshole. Combined with my gentle 
eating of her clit and she began to orgasm for a second time, moaning and 
gasping for breath, heaving her hips off of the countertop towards my 
face.

As she recovered, I gently lifted her from the counter, urging her to wrap 
her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her head fell to my 
shoulder, almost sleepily, as I carried her to the bedroom. I gently laid 
her down on the bed and quickly undressed myself. I leaned down to kiss 
her before getting between her legs once again. I tenderly licked and 
caressed her to one more orgasm before pulling myself up and easing down 
onto her. She wrapped her legs around me as I kissed at her neck and 
rubbed our naked bodies together. I spoke to her softly of my love for her 
and how beautiful she was between the kisses, letting her know that all 
that she did for me, all of my crazy desires that she indulged, everything 
about her only heightened my love and desire for her. I licked at her 
nipples and kissed the underside of her breasts.

My body was between her legs, but I had not yet entered her. We maintained 
that embrace for some time before I turned my attention to joining our 
bodies. I began by only rubbing my member along the wet folds of her sex. 
I could almost feel the hardened nub of her clit as the head of my penis 
rubbed against it. I could feel the shock run through her as our two 
bodies met at their most sensitive junction. It was almost as if my penis 
plowed through the folds of her. I could feel their hot wetness glide open 
as I slid between them, as they wrapped around the lower half of my rigid 
tool. Both of our bodies were sweated from the exertion and desire, our 
breath coming in pants. It was entirely by accident that I finally slipped 
inside her as I tried to drag out our foreplay for as long as I could. We 
both cried out as my penis plunged into the hot wet depths of her and I 
collapsed onto her at just the joy of our final joining.

In time I raised myself from her and slowly began to piston in and out of 
her. I continued to kiss her neck and the top of her chest as well as her 
lips as I told her of my love for her and slowly fucked her. I could feel 
the warm heavy feeling in my groin and knew that I would not last much 
longer. As she felt me begin to spasm, she wrapped her legs and arms 
around me, drawing me to her and grinding me deep into her. As I shot into 
her, it sent her over the edge for her fourth orgasm of the evening. 
Exhausted, I collapsed onto her once again. All was silent except for the 
sound of our ragged breaths and the pounding of our hearts.

In time, I kissed her once again. Sleepily, she asked if I was ready to go 
at it again. We both laughed. For once in our relationship, I think that 
she was as worn out as I usually was by the experience. Most of the time 
it gives her a second wind. She is ready to go out and party the night 
away while I feel as though I have run a marathon. We disentangled 
ourselves and took a moment to go to the bathroom to clean up a bit before 
returning to bed for the night. We lay together, nestled against each 
other's naked body and quickly fell asleep.

The outfit of garters and suit jacket played a role in our after hours 
office exploits for awhile after that. Katie added a matching shelf bra to 
the ensemble that exposed her nipples and most of the upper portion of her 
breasts. She did not need the bra for support, but explained that just as 
the garters framed and presented her bare pussy with no knickers the bra 
was meant to draw further attention to her bare breasts and I had to agree 
to her. Somehow, the bra made her seem more exposed than if she had been 
totally bare breasted. It is true that a barely clothed body often can be 
more sexy than a totally naked one. The minimal clothing only serves to 
draw even more attention to the parts that are exposed.


As we became more comfortable with these role playing games that we 
played, we talked more about our fantasies. As I had said, two thing that 
came up after the whole incident in the bathroom were my desire to watch 
something slowly penetrate my beautiful little wife and also the thought 
that this had been the first time other than her gynecologist that someone 
had the chance to scrutinize her pussy so carefully. We could have played 
with these new avenues at home, but it just seemed that the office could 
more easily be turned into a "doctor's office" for an evening and add to 
the excitement.

Even before we actually went through with our games at the office, we had 
a lot of fun just talking over scenarios. Too bad that our games were 
private. Katie got me incredibly hard one evening discussing an idea that 
she had about our pending doctor games. She gave me a very detailed 
description of a daydream she had earlier in the day about what could 
happen.

She was in the waiting room of her doctor's office. Several other women 
were waiting as well, a couple with their husbands along with them. Katie 
was wearing her jacket, garter, and bra ensemble. Her jacket was buttoned 
and she was keeping her legs crossed, but she was still showing a lot of 
thigh and skin from her neck down her chest to between her breasts. She 
had checked in with the receptionist and then taken a seat and was 
flipping through a magazine as she waited. After awhile, a nurse came out 
and said that she needed a bit of preliminary information before the 
doctor would see her. The nurse directed Katie over to one corner of the 
room where there was a scale along with a small desk and a couple of 
chairs. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that at most offices these 
things are not done out in the waiting room. Katie was asked to step onto 
the scale and her weight was recorded. She was then told to take a seat 
and the nurse would take her vital signs. 

The nurse started by putting a thermometer in her mouth and then taking 
her wrist to check her pulse. The pulse was recorded and then the 
thermometer was removed and that information was recorded as well. The 
nurse then pushed up Katie's sleeve and fitted her with the blood pressure 
collar. Pushing up the sleeve caused her jacket to bunch a bit in the 
front. Not much, but enough that her bra between her breasts came into 
view. None of the other people in the waiting room, women or men, acted as 
though this was anything out of the ordinary. A couple of them glanced her 
way as the procedure progressed, more out of their own boredom as they 
waited than in any real interest in Katie. Curiously, this disinterested 
perusal was more of a turn-on for Katie than if they had been more 
actively checking her out. 

With the blood pressure finished, the nurse asked Katie to unfasten the 
buttons on her jacket so that she could listen to her heart. As the nurse 
put the ear pieces of the stethoscope in place, Katie slowly unfastened 
each of the buttons. Again, it was a bit odd for the nurse to be doing 
this out in the waiting room, also that the nurse was doing it rather than 
the doctor, but Katie played along. The nurse was discreet, gently 
slipping her hand with the stethoscope under the lapel of Katie's jacket 
to listen to her heart. She moved the cold instrument several times, 
listening intently each time and telling Katie to breath. Several times 
the motion of her hand caused it to brush against Katie's nipples, 
bringing them to erection. The other people in the waiting room all 
continued to act as though this was completely normal, turning Katie on 
more with each moment. 

Katie was disappointed when the nurse finished and told her that she could 
button her jacket again, but a thrill went through her when the nurse 
pulled another thermometer out of a container on the desk and said to her, 
"I'll just need a vaginal temperature and we're all done." She had Katie 
turn towards her and spread her legs. With the layout of the room and the 
direction that Katie was facing meant that none of the other people could 
see anything, but her heart pounded at the thought of the nurse probing 
her nether regions with a thermometer as several complete strangers sat 
within sight of her, knowing exactly what was happening to her. The thin 
cool rod of the thermometer penetrated her and the nurse watched the 
seconds go by on her wristwatch. After a few moments she removed the 
thermometer and noted the temperature on Katie's chart. "All done!" the 
nurse told her with a smile. "You can have a seat, the doctor will be with 
you in a moment." Katie went back to the main part of the waiting room and 
her magazine. She kept glancing at the other people to see what their 
reactions were to sharing this intimate episode with her. As far as she 
could tell, they all seemed to take it as completely normal and that was 
what turned Katie on.

Katie said that she had tried to daydream something sexy about what 
happened once the doctor took her into the exam room, but she admitted 
that what had turned her on the most about her daydream was the incidents 
of the waiting room. She toyed with the idea that the exam was performed 
out in the waiting room with everyone watching and several people getting 
up to look over the doctor's shoulder, but that ended up seeming to 
blatant to her and did not have the same thrill. A little something must 
be left to the imagination! She gave a laugh and said that she must really 
be turning into an exhibitionist!

I admitted to her that her story turned me on as well. I asked if she had 
considered the scenario of having her exam watched by a few other people, 
student nurses or student doctors or such. She said that she had not 
considered that possibility and we talked about that for awhile. It seemed 
that the number of people involved mattered to her. She did not want to be 
"lost in the crowd" in such a situation. She had to be able to gauge the 
reaction of the people. So her fantasy about the medium sized group in the 
waiting room turned her on at the level of things that went on. But for 
her exam to be an exhibition, she feel more comfortable with maybe three 
or four people at the most.

She told me that she was always self conscious about the idea of someone 
examining her, it took years and a female doctor before she was at ease 
with her gynecology appointments, but her little fantasy had surprised her 
with how much it had turned her on. In bed that evening, I took some time 
to examine her as I paused from eating her out. She was patient this time 
and let me look without trying to cover up, but she said that it was not 
exactly the same. That it was the idea of being on display and 
relinquishing control to someone else that seemed to be at the heart of 
her arousal over the idea.

With these conversations in mind, we put together a somewhat more detailed 
plan for our next visit to the office. There are some that would say that 
planning something out like this takes away from the spontaneity of the 
event. The problem occurred as in our first episode, that we did not have 
the "props" to carry our play further. Our planning was not that we would 
do this and then we would do that followed by the next thing, scripting 
everything out. More just that we had a direction that we wanted to explore and needed to have some things on hand to carry those explorations out.

The local community college had a nursing program, so I was able to make a 
few inquiries and find a medical supply store that catered to the 
students. My initial attempt to call a place out of the phone book taught 
me that most places are wholesale, selling a gross of tongue depressors or 
two-hundred dollar stethoscopes. The store I found after some research 
knew the economies of a student's budget and carried items in smaller 
quantities and more reasonable prices. Let the two-hundred dollar engraved 
stethoscope wait until after graduation and the career was bringing in money.

I picked up a twenty dollar stethoscope. A blood pressure cuff (the 
packaging said "sphygmomanometer," which triggered a dim recollection from 
high school health classes) was only twenty-five dollars, so I splurged 
and got one of those as well. Actually, with what my job does to my blood 
pressure at times, it might not be such a bad idea to be able to keep 
track of my own blood pressure on a regular basis. I rounded out my 
purchases with a box of a dozen latex gloves, a pack of tongue depressors, 
a pack of the long cotton swabs with the wood sticks, a long penlight, and 
a digital thermometer with a box of the little plastic covers for it. I 
looked around a little for a speculum but did not find one. I did not 
really want to ask for one because I felt that would raise too many 
questions about my intentions.

Approaching the cashier with my selections, I sort of felt like the first 
time in high school that I bought a Playboy at the local newsstand. The 
cashier was a cute girl in her late teens or early twenties and I could 
only imagine what she was thinking of my intents. Probably thinking that I 
was going to try to lure some young girl like herself back to some seedy 
apartment to "play doctor" with her. My fears were unfounded, she gave me 
a pleasant smile and ringed up my purchase, telling me to have a good day 
as she took my money and handed me the bag. Walking out to the car, I 
realized that nothing I purchased spoke of any dark meaning on the surface 
and that I my own thoughts of how these items were going to be used 
influence how I felt others would view me purchasing them. I had a bit of 
a laugh at my paranoia as I unlocked the door to the car.

It was a couple weeks before the end of month backup was due and too many 
other things were keeping us busy to justify making a special trip in to 
the office just to play. I had taken my medical store purchases in to work 
and hid them at the back of one of my file cabinet drawers. To this 
collection I added a few additional items as I thought of them. A tube of 
KY, a package of wet wipes, and a couple towels from home. Just things 
that seemed like they would help further the illusion of the game.

I had a few daydreams of my own as to how things would play out as the 
days slowly slid by and our date drew nearer. The thoughts of examining 
Katie and probing her that started after our bathroom incident were only 
fueled further by Katie's recounting of her gynecologist daydream. I 
suppose that this "playing doctor" was a certain bit childish, but then 
again they have long said that the family that plays together stays 
together. We were sharing things on a far deeper level than we ever had 
before. And this sharing was transferring itself into other aspects of our 
life. Definitely a good thing.

The day of our little after hours event I added a few final items to my 
file drawer collection. On the way into work, I left a bit early and 
stopped by the grocery store. My mental image of slowly penetrating Katie 
and watching close up as her pussy stretched in accommodation still stuck 
with me. I was not comfortable with the idea of buying her a big thick 
dildo. Besides, that seemed too crass. I didn't want to be focusing on the 
object penetrating her, focusing on some big rubber dick. I wanted to 
focus on her pussy. For some reason, I kept coming back to the image of 
using a cucumber.

So here I was in the grocery store that morning to spend a few moments 
picking out three cucumbers from the produce display. I managed to find a 
fairly narrow one, about as big around as my dick, to start with. I wanted 
to be able to penetrate her with something, so I did not want to end up 
having something too big and not be able to use it at all. The second one 
that I picked was moderately bigger. Big enough that she would feel the 
difference, but not big enough to be unreasonable. The final one 
definitely was unreasonable. I picked the biggest, thickest cucumber that 
I could find.

Considering that I was hesitant to buy a dildo, I picked up a couple 
apples, a couple of donuts from the bakery, and a small bottle of orange 
juice to round out my purchases. I figured that buying three cucumbers 
first thing in the morning might be a little suspect.

At work, I stashed the cucumbers in my file drawer and had the donuts and 
orange juice for breakfast. The apples were saved for future snacks. My 
mind was definitely not on my work that day and it passed by painfully 
slowly. At last the day was done and I headed home. Katie and I had dinner 
and then Katie insisted on showering before her "exam" was to take place. 
I took care of some other things around the house as I waited for her. She 
dressed in her stockings, garter, strapless shelf bra, and jacket outfit 
with low heels. It was incredible to see her willing to go out like this. 
Not too long ago she would have insisted on putting something else on to 
leave the house and then change later. The drive was uneventful, I 
purposefully did not want to discuss with her what I had planned. Let it 
come as a bit of a surprise and see how things went.

When we got to the office, I told her that I would go in and leave the 
front door unlocked, then she could come in after a few moments. I went in 
and turned off the alarm and turned on a few lights. When ready, I sat 
down at the receptionist's desk and waited for Katie to come in. I heard 
her as she approached the door and looked up to watch her entrance. The 
jacket only covered enough to barely keep her respectable. She was showing 
a lot of leg and bare chest down to between her breasts. She approached 
the desk and told me that she was Mrs. Smith and that she was here for her 
appointment with Dr. Jones. I told her to have a seat and that the doctor 
would be with her shortly. She took a seat, demurely crossing her legs, 
and picking up a magazine to flip through. As I went upstairs, I locked 
the front door.

Once in my office, I started getting things ready for the computer backup 
and also moved some of my "exam equipment" around. Perhaps a better 
description of my office would help. I have a corner office in an older 
building. The corner office is due more to needing more space for the 
computer equipment than any other importance on my part. The outside walls 
each have one window. One inner wall is blank and the other one has the 
door out into the hallway. My desk faces the wall with the door. The desk 
is at the right corner of the wall with the door at the left corner of 
that wall. My desk is a U-shaped workstation made up of two desks and a 
table. The main desk facing the wall has my computer on it and has 
bookshelves along the wall above the monitor. On the left side, a second 
desk acts as an island, separating me from the door. It is a long work 
surface with a front to it that goes the whole way to the floor (not an 
open table) and filing cabinets under the one end. To my right is a 
shorter work surface below the one window with several filing cabinets 
below it and a few shelves. Behind me and to the left of the other window 
is a small computer workstation with the monitor and keyboard for the 
server. On the other side of the room, along the blank wall, are several 
floor to ceiling storage cabinets. As I said, my corner office has little 
to do with any importance on my part. In reality, they sort of stuck me in 
the storage room.

I got the backup running and moved my "equipment" to one of the shelves 
below the window for easier access, but pushed it back a bit so that Katie 
would not have a clear view of what was in store for her. I put one of the 
towels down on my spare chair for Katie to sit on and I also moved a desk 
lamp over to the server workstation. That way I could have Katie lay on my 
"island" desk with me sitting at the end of it for her examination with 
the light over my shoulder. With everything in place, I went downstairs to 
get Katie. As I came down the stairs, she looked up from her magazine. I 
told her that the doctor would see her now and as she stood up, I told her 
that she was welcome to leave her jacket here as I motioned to the coat 
closet and hangers. Katie did not even hesitate. She walked over to the 
closet and shrugged her jacket off, taking care to hang it neatly before 
turning back and walking over to me.

As she stood there before me she was naked for all practical purposes. Her 
stockings, garter, and shelf bra only served to accentuate her features 
and did absolutely nothing to cover them. For some people, seeing a naked 
person is always something sexual and dirty. Some see a naked person as 
being lewd and lascivious, no matter whether it is striptease or nude 
beach, a Hustler or a classical painting. Just the same, for some people 
it seems that the act of being naked can only be sexual and dirty. For 
Katie, it had never been that way. Even when she was uncomfortable with 
her nudity, it was due to insecurity and lack of confidence on her part, 
not any moral issues.

Katie stood before me now as though it was perfectly normal to be standing 
barely clothed in an office reception area. I further realized that it was 
not just because we were the only ones there. If her actions were 
accepted, she would be just as comfortable doing exactly the same thing 
during normal business hours. The funny thing was that this turned me on 
much more than if she had acted in a sexual or slutty way. I guess that we 
were a perfect match when it came right down to it.

I gestured for her to proceed up the stairs and followed behind her, 
taking great delight in watching her ass bounce up the stairs in front of 
me. As we reached the top of the stairs, I told her that she would be in 
the "first exam room on the left" to direct her into my office. Inside, I 
motioned for her to take a seat in my spare chair as I went past her to 
get to my own chair.

Once we were both seated, I began by asking Katie if she had any health 
concerns since her last visit. She replied that there were no problems to 
speak of, that she had been in good health for the past year. I pulled out 
a pad of paper to record her information on and told her that we would 
begin with the basics and asked her to roll her chair closer to me. I 
pulled out my digital thermometer and slipped one of the disposable 
sheathes onto it then held it out for her to take it into her mouth. 
Waiting for her temperature, I held her wrist to take her pulse and then 
noted her pulse and temperature on my notepad. Next I took out the blood 
pressure cuff and the stethoscope. Katie did not say anything, but I could 
tell by her expression that she was impressed that I went to that much 
trouble for our for our little game. I fastened the cuff around her arm 
and put the stethoscope on. Putting the stethoscope to her forearm, I 
inflated the cuff and then listened for the systolic and diastolic pressures. I had practiced on myself several times to be able do this fairly professionally. Removing the cuff, I noted the pressures on my notepad.

I told Katie to turn her chair sideways to me so that I could listen to 
her heart and lungs. I took a few moments to listen to her heart from both 
the front and the back and then told her to take a deep breath as I 
listened from the back. I moved the stethoscope several times, telling her 
to take a breath and then let it out. I then moved back to her front, 
repeating the listening and breathing but being sure to slide the 
stethoscope over each of her nipples in the process.

With that done, I put the stethoscope away and told her to face me again. 
I felt her neck, checking her lymph nodes, and then pulled out a tongue 
depressor and my penlight. I had her open her mouth and I looked down her 
throat, being careful that I did not put the tongue depressor too far back 
and cause her to gag. I then used the penlight to look in her eyes and 
ears. It may seem like I was taking too long to get to the good stuff, but 
I sensed that for both of us the more realistic I made it the better it 
would be.


I made a few notes on my pad about the examination so far and told her 
that we would proceed to the breast exam if she could remove her bra for 
me. I was a bit reluctant to have her remove part of her costume, but it 
was only going to get in the way as we progressed. Katie leaned forward in 
the chair to reach behind herself to unfasten the bra, then laid it on the 
desk beside her. I gently felt her left breast and then the right, gently 
pushing at it and massaging it from top to bottom and around the side of 
her chest to feel along the lymph nodes under her arms. I then examined 
each nipple. Rolling it between thumb and forefinger and pinching it 
slightly. I noted to her that they had excellent response and good color 
and made some more notes on my pad.

Despite the pleasure that I took from having her standing there in her 
garter, stockings, and heels, I realized that her outfit would only 
continue to get in the way of further examination so I asked her to remove 
the rest of her clothes. She stood and slipped her shoes off, nudging them 
under my desk. She then unsnapped her stockings and rolled them down and 
off her legs. Finally, she slipped the garter off.

With her fully naked, I asked her to stand between my legs and turn 
sideways to me. I rolled my chair a bit closer to her and placed my left 
hand across her butt to steady her and ran my right hand down along her 
belly, pushing slightly and squeezing at her to feel her abdomen. I made a 
couple more notes and then told her that we would finish things up on the 
examination table if she was ready.

I said that if she would get up on the table on her knees first, we could 
take a rectal temperature and take a culture to get that unpleasantness 
out of the way. Truthfully, I was not sure how she would react to any sort 
of anal penetration. She had made it pretty clear in the past that sexual 
penetration was not acceptable. However, she dutifully climbed onto the 
table with her butt in the air for me. I began by inserting the 
thermometer into another sheath and then carefully inserted it into her 
anus. When it beeped, I withdrew it and noted the temperature on the pad. 
She had not flinched at all, but I was still unsure as to how she would 
take this next step. I picked up a cotton swab and held it to her anus. I 
told her to relax and gently pushed it in, then slowly swiped it full 
circle around the inside of her anus twice for good measure and withdrew 
it. With no complaints from Katie, I decided to press my luck and told her 
it would be best to do a quick digital exam as well. She gave no 
resistance, so I pulled out a latex glove and the tube of KY. I pulled the 
glove onto my hand and dabbed a good bit of KY onto my middle finger. Once 
again, I told her to relax as I put my finger to her anus and then slowly 
pushed it in. To her credit, she did relax and I had no problems entering 
her. I gently felt inside of her, turning my hand this way and that to rub 
at all sides before withdrawing my finger from her and discarding the 
glove. Finally, I replaced the sheath on the thermometer with a fresh one 
and told Katie that I would take a quick vaginal temperature as well. I 
eased the thermometer into her pussy and then waited for it to record the 
temperature. When I was finished writing down the temperature, I wiped 
away the excess KY from her ass and told her that everything seemed fine 
and that we could proceed with the vaginal exam if she was ready. I had 
her get down from the desk and laid out a towel for under her ass and 
folded another for under her head, then helped her to lay back on the 
desk. I had her lay as close to the edge of the desk so that I could bring 
my chair up and sit between her legs. I turned on the desk lamp behind me 
and adjusted it so that it gave me a clear view of her.

I took a moment to put on a fresh pair of latex gloves. Even with her legs 
spread, her inner labia still stuck together to hide her so I started by 
running a finger down between them, spreading them open to expose her clit 
and vagina. I spent some time examining her labia, pulling gently at them 
and moving them around, and complemented her on how she kept things 
trimmed. Katie trims her pubic hair close, just a short bristle, but then 
she shaves her outer labia, leaving everything nicely exposed.

With her inner labia pulled back, I focused my attention on her clit for a 
moment. I rolled it between my thumb and felt it begin to swell in my 
grasp. I gently pulled at it, turning this way and that to examine all 
parts of it. I used one finger to gently push back the hood to expose the 
shiny pearl of her clit and gently caressed it with my finger. I felt her 
twitch beneath my finger and with continued stroking I was rewarded with 
an intake of breath from her and a slight shiver. I commented that her 
responses seemed to be in good order before I continued with my 
examination.

I dabbed some KY onto my finger and rubbed it in along her labia. She had 
been getting wetter as the examination went on, but I wanted the excuse to 
further rub her pussy and took some delight in the appearance of her pussy 
as it glistened back at me. I squeezed more KY onto my finger and 
liberally coated her clit with it, rubbing it around generously to make 
sure it was fully coated. From there I turned my attention to examining 
her inner labia, spreading them apart and stroking them with my finger. I 
pulled out another swab and carefully inserted it into her urethra. 
Gently, I moved it around a bit before pulling it back out.

This served little purpose except that I had been given the chance to 
fully examine Katie and I was not going to neglect any opportunity. Quite 
frankly, I was somewhat surprised at her patience. It was not that long 
ago that if I merely looked at her pussy for more than a moment she would 
get self conscious and cover it with her hand. Now here I was, able to 
take my good old time looking at everything, not to mention poking and 
prodding and moving things around to examine everything to my heart's 
content. All without any fidgeting or complaints. Not even during my brief 
anal explorations. Her only reactions had been due only to when I touched 
upon a sensitive spot.

With everything else explored, I turned my attention to her vagina itself. 
With a finger to either side, I spread it open a bit to begin my 
examination. Just pushing to either side of the opening really did not 
give me much of a view, so I gently inserted two fingers and pulled her 
open a bit more. Again, not too much that I could do before it would 
become uncomfortable for her, so I decided that was as far as I was going 
to pursue such things.

In coating her clit and labia with KY, I was really starting to prepare 
her for the next level of the examination. I wanted her to be well 
lubricated for the cucumbers. I told her that we were going to do an 
"accommodation test" to ensure that she could accept the standard range of 
penises into her. She spoke up, saying that her husband's penis was just 
the right size and that she could accommodate that quite properly. I took 
the complement but assured her that it was a standard test, if she had 
trouble with the test it could be a sign of other health issues. I also 
assured her that she would be well lubricated and should not feel any pain.

I squeezed more KY onto my finger and began to coat her pussy with it. 
Again, I was using more than was necessary more for the visual aspect than 
for the lubricating qualities. I freshened the coat on her clit and worked 
my way down, squeezing more out as I needed it. I coated her inner labia 
the whole way to the edges of her outer labia and then worked a liberal 
amount into her vagina. I wiped the excess off of my gloved hands so that 
I would have a decent grip on the cucumber and took hold of the first one, 
the narrow one. Katie moved a bit to try to see what I had in store for 
her and I told her to just settle back and relax. I assured her that if 
there was any discomfort, she should tell me immediately and I would stop.

I brought the cucumber up between her legs and told her that this was the 
first test subject, the smallest of the group, and asked her if she was 
ready. She took a bit of a breath before telling me to go ahead. I touched 
the tip of the cucumber to her pussy, running it between her labia a bit 
to coat the end of it with the KY. I then moved it to the entrance of her 
vagina and slowly began to push it in. It slowly slipped into her without 
much trouble. Her pussy did not even seem to be stretching much to 
accommodate it. I asked her to tell me when it had gone into her a 
comfortable distance, I did not want to go too far. As I eased it in 
further, I gave it a bit of a twisting motion to help its progress and 
Katie giggled and said that it felt "unique" when I did that. After a 
moment, Katie told me that was about as far as it was going to go and I 
stopped pushing. I let it sit like that for a moment and then slowly spun 
the cucumber inside of her, causing her to giggle again.

I drew the cucumber back out of her and said that the first test had gone 
very well. Katie commented that she was surprised that was the "small" end 
of the "standard" spectrum and wondered how much bigger things would go. 
"That filled me quite nicely," was her comment. I told her that we would 
be moving to the middle range now and that she should not be concerned.

I took a moment to add some more KY to her vagina, coating it thickly once 
again. I reached for the middle sized cucumber and brought it up between 
her legs. Once again, I rubbed the tip of it along between her labia to 
coat the end of it. At the grocery store, it did not look that much bigger 
than the first, but rubbing against her pussy it did look quite a bit 
larger in context. Being a little concerned about the girth of it, I took 
a moment to squeeze some KY onto the tip of it directly and spread it 
around with my finger. Placing it to the mouth of her pussy once again, I 
told her that this one was a bit larger and that she should tell me if 
there was any discomfort. When she said that she was ready, I began to 
slowly push it against her. It slid between her labia, but it was obvious 
that this one was going to stretch her a bit. I don't fully understand why 
it was such a thrill for me to be able to watch this happen, but I greatly 
enjoyed watching as I penetrated her with that cucumber. There was some 
resistance as I pushed it into her, so I took it slowly and gently rotated 
the cucumber as it went in. After about an inch and a half entered her, 
the resistance diminished and I was able to steadily push it into her 
until she said that was about as far as it was going to go. I paused for a 
moment to let her accommodate it within her, then began to rotate it 
inside of her as I had done with the last one. It was more of a moan that 
I got this time from her instead of a giggle. As I rotated the cucumber, I 
drew it back out a bit and then slid it in. It was definitely a moan that 
I got that time. I slowly fucked her with the cucumber for a few moments 
before withdrawing it and tossing it into the trash can alongside the 
first one.

I told her that there was one more test subject and then we were done. I 
again took a moment to replenish the KY coating of her vagina and applied 
a liberal amount to the end of the final cucumber. If I thought that the 
last one looked big in context to her pussy, this one was a monster! I 
seriously doubted whether she would be able to accommodate it. I told her 
to be sure to let me know if this was too much as I brought it to her 
pussy lips. I rubbed it back and forth along her slit a few times and then 
eased it against her opening. As I began to push it into her there was 
considerable resistance. It was between her labia, but had not really 
penetrated into her vagina. I pushed a bit harder and could feel it 
gaining a bit of ground when Katie told me to stop for a moment. I 
apologized, saying that I was sorry if it was hurting her and that we 
could stop. Always one for a challenge, Katie told me to just give her a 
moment, that she thought she could take it if I went slowly.

I let her catch her breath a bit and when she told me to go ahead, I began 
to push that monster cucumber into her. She shifted her legs a bit a 
couple times, spreading them further apart, and then told me to push 
harder. I gave it steady pressure and could feel it slipping into her. The 
sight of it entering her pussy was incredible! Her inner labia were 
stretched around it and looked taut. Again, after about two inches it 
seemed as though I had made my way past something and it began to slide 
into her a bit more easily. She started to let out an "Ahh, ahh, ahh, 
ahh..." as I was pushing so I stopped for a moment to ask if she was ok. 
She told me to keep pushing and as her hand found her clit, I had my 
answer as to how she was doing. She rubbed at her clit for a moment before 
tentatively reaching her hand down further. She ran her fingers around her 
pussy, feeling her outer labia and then her inner labia where they 
stretched around the cucumber. Finally she grasped the cucumber itself in 
her little hand, just to feel the size of it herself. With her hand 
wrapped around the base of the cucumber, she helped me to wedge it the 
rest of the way into her.

We were both just silent at that point. I just stared in awe at this dark 
green shaft wedged into Katie's pussy. Katie continued to trace her 
fingers around her pussy and the cucumber where it entered her, equally in 
awe of the experience. It was at this moment that we heard a noise from 
downstairs -- the noise of the front door opening...

Katie's head snapped up from the table and we stared in shock at each 
other for a moment. The sound of the door slamming shut broke us out of 
our paralysis and we both started scrambling in all directions. Katie 
pulled the cucumber out of her pussy and I was treated to a very brief 
view of her vagina still gaping open, still stretched from the cucumber. I 
briefly worried that I had gone too far, that her pussy would never be the 
same after being stretched so wide. The thought disappeared as I rushed to 
clean up and get things out of sight. Katie placed the cucumber in the 
trash, gathered her undergarments, and was looking around for a place to 
hide. I wiped the desk with one of the towels and swept the towels, KY, 
and gloves all into the trash can. I had been putting other things away on 
the shelf after I had used them, so it was only a matter of pushing them 
to the back to get them out of sight. I looked at Katie and she was giving 
me a panicked "what do I do?" look. Her jacket was downstairs and did not 
do a good enough job of covering her even if she had brought it upstairs. 
I could not risk having her make a run for the bathroom and have the 
person see her if they were coming up the stairs, so I pointed at the 
desk, motioning for her to get under it. If anyone came upstairs, I knew 
that they would probably at least stop at my door to say hello. Unless 
they came around my desk, Katie would be well enough hidden. I only hoped 
that whoever it was had just stopped in briefly and was not planning on 
being here long.

I spun myself around to face the server, adjusted my desk lamp so that it 
was not pointing off into space, and tried to make myself look busy. My 
heart was pounding and my ears were straining to try to pick up any sound 
of someone coming up the stairs. I thought that I heard something and a 
moment later was sure that I heard one of the top treads squeak a bit.

When the voice came, even though I was expecting it, I nearly jumped. 
"Hey, tryin' to impress the bossman, huh?" Recognizing the voice and 
inwardly cringing, I turned around in my chair and said to Gerald that it 
was monthly backup time. Of all the people I worked with, I think that 
Gerald was at the absolute bottom of the list of people I wanted to face 
in this situation. I'd be hard pressed to tell you which one of my 
coworkers I would like to have wander into my office while my naked wife 
was hiding under the desk, but Gerald was definitely the last person I 
would consider.

Gerald was just one of those slimy people that you couldn't trust. I knew 
that if he found us out, he would end up telling everyone about it at the 
most embarrassing and inopportune moment. Something like standing up 
toward the end of the company holiday party and suggesting that Katie 
strip down so everyone would have a chance to see her little body like he 
had seen that one evening in the office. Of course, he'd get some 
extortion in as well. Try to convince Katie that if she would just let him 
fuck her, then he would keep the secret. Only problem would be that he'd 
still tell and just use that against us as well. I could picture him at 
the holiday party suggesting that Katie get naked and go around and bounce 
on everyone's dick the way that she had bounced on his. My stomach turned 
at the thought and I mentally tried to will him out of the doorway and on 
his way.

My luck with such things has never been good and Gerald stepped into the 
room. My stomach tied itself in knots. If he decided that he wanted to 
stay and talk for awhile, I was sitting in one chair at the server and my 
other chair was behind my desk. If he came around the desk there was no 
way that Katie could hide from him.

Fortunately, he just leaned back against the door frame to talk. It was 
his usual trash talk, talking people down and complaining about the boss 
and such. I suffered through it for about ten minutes before he said that 
he had stopped in to pick up some papers and had to get going, his 
girlfriend was waiting in the car. She was a cute strawberry blonde, the 
kind of woman people described as being one of the nicest people. What she 
saw in him...

With Gerald gone, I risked a quick glance under my desk at Katie. She was 
wedged back in one corner, hunched over with her legs drawn up and her 
arms around her knees. She gave me a questioning look and I whispered for 
her to stay put until he left the building again. I did not know if she 
meant to try to find a better hiding place or what, she had heard the 
whole conversation and knew about as much about what was going on as I 
did. There was no other place in my office and I could not risk her trying 
to make a run for the women's room or elsewhere. Even if he did not see 
her, if he even heard her then Gerald might decide to stick around to say 
hello. Since she did not have any clothes to speak of to even change into, 
the best thing was for her to just stay put.

Despite however cute she looked under there, I sincerely wished that she 
had clothes to change into. Although at this point that would have also 
presented a problem if she suddenly appeared, even if she was fully 
clothed. Better to just wait it out. I made a feeble attempt to look 
around at some things on the server as I waited for Gerald to come back 
through. I only hoped that the presence of his girlfriend would expedite 
things and get him moving along. For once, the fates smiled upon me and it 
was only several minutes before he stopped back at my door to say 
goodnight and that he was going to be on his way. I told him that I would 
see him in the morning and wished him a good evening. I listened carefully 
as he went downstairs and eventually heard the door open and close.

I knew that we were not totally out of the woods yet. I waited another 
couple of minutes and then told Katie to stay put while I went downstairs 
to check to make sure that Gerald had really left. For all I knew, he may 
have suspected something and made up the bit about his girlfriend waiting. 
I was getting entirely too paranoid about this whole thing. It was quiet 
when I went downstairs. I crossed to the door and made sure that it was 
locked, I figured that he would have at least done me that favor. The 
lights were on in the reception area, so I went into one of the offices to 
look out the window. I did not want to be too obvious, but I had to check 
to make sure that he was not waiting. I could not see anything, so I 
grabbed Katie's jacket from the closet and headed back upstairs.



Katie was still hiding under the desk when I returned, good girl! As I 
entered my office I called out softly that everything was ok and after a 
moment her head appeared from behind my desk. Her first comment was, "Why 
did it have to be Gerald?" She knew as well as I what the implications 
would have been if he had found out. She surprised me when she said that 
anyone else and she might have actually considered inviting them to play 
along with us. But she was most emphatic that there was no way she would 
consider that with Gerald.

Unfortunately, the turn of events had taken the wind out of our sails. The 
backup was nearly finished anyway, so we decided that we were just going 
to head home when it was done. Katie slipped her jacket and shoes back on, 
leaving the rest of her undergarments in a pile. She then headed to the 
rest room to clean up a bit and I set about cleaning up things in my 
office. I pulled the towels back out of the trash can and wrapped up the 
equipment in them. Everything disposable I tossed into the trash. When 
Katie got back, I told her that I was going to take the trash out to the 
dumpster. No sense having the cleaning staff wondering about latex gloves 
and cucumbers and such. I also wanted to take a look around outside to 
make sure that Gerald was not still lurking around somewhere.

The trip out to the dumpster was uneventful. No sign of anyone waiting 
around. By the time I got back to my office the backup was finished, so I 
shut things down and we gathered our stuff together. Katie grabbed one of 
the other towels to wrap her undergarments up in. We took a last look 
around the office to make sure that we were not forgetting anything, shut 
out the lights, and headed downstairs. I took another quick look outside, 
shut off the lights, set the alarm, and Katie and I headed to the car.

The ride home was pretty quiet. It was unfortunate that Gerald had to pick 
that night to stop by. We were really getting into things, but the end of 
the evening definitely put a damper on the mood. In bed that night we 
finally were able to talk about the evening a bit more. We both agreed 
that we probably had taken things at the office as far as we should. We 
both had always known the risks. Not just the risk of getting caught, but 
the risk of what getting caught could mean to my job. Surprisingly, Katie 
made that distinction. She admitted that she was getting more into the 
idea of actually exposing herself to someone. Not just getting turned on 
by the idea that someone might see her or the idea that someone could come 
along. Up until then, the fishermen were sort of the only ones that we 
actually planned on exposing Katie to. It looked like our adventures were 
going to take a bit of a turn after this event. Time would tell...

There was another price to be paid for that night's adventures, though. As 
I said, Katie had made it pretty clear previously that her anus was for 
exit only. She told me that she let me play around with her ass because it 
did not seem to do any harm. She did make it clear that she hoped it was 
not a secret fetish for me because it really did nothing for her. I 
assured her that I really was not into that, that I had just been a little 
curious to see what she did. She said that was fine, but thinking about 
it, she should be able to satisfy her own curiosity. After what she had 
allowed me to do, there was no point in arguing and Katie got to play 
proctologist one evening. A latex glove and some KY and I pretty much 
agreed with Katie, it really did not do anything for me. 

 
Exposing Katie 009

After our office exploits nearly got entirely out of hand, there were a 
number of ways that things could have gone. We could have called it quits 
after seeing quite clearly that our games could very well lead to our 
destruction. We could have toned things down, promising to keep things 
close to home and behind closed, locked, and non-public doors. It could 
even have meant the end of our relationship if we asked ourselves who we 
were fooling. That the only thing that seemed to be keeping us together 
was something that had us on the road to personal destruction.

We had quite a few long discussions and surprisingly they were not about 
the negative aspects of what happened. Granted, it was discussed that we 
came awfully close to ending up in an awkward or dangerous situation. 
Neither of us had any illusions that Gerald could have made things most 
unpleasant for both of us. Although it would have most probably cost me my 
job, Katie was definitely the one with more to lose. Even if she gave in 
to his sexual advances not only would he end up telling anyway, but I 
doubt that he would be either gentle or kind. From all that Katie had been 
through earlier in her life, I knew the toll that would take on her.

Other than that aspect, which was actually discussed very little, our 
discussions were mostly positive. We both reaffirmed that this was to be a 
shared pastime, not something where Katie went off on her own and then 
shared her exploits with me later. It also was not about swinging or free, 
wild sex.

Looking back on our conversations, we are both sort of surprised that one 
or the other or both of us did not suggest calling an end to our little 
games at this point. When I finally admitted to Katie some time later that 
I was more than ready to call it quits with our games or tone things back 
severely but had decided to leave the decision up to her and follow her 
lead, she laughingly admitted that she had been in exactly the same 
position. She was about ready to give in and call it quits, but did not 
want to bring things to an end over her insecurities and that she had come 
to trust me enough that she left it in my hands. As time went on, though, 
she began to think more about the good parts of our games and put that one 
incident behind her. I agreed that my experience in the weeks after the 
incident had been about the same. But these revelations came months later 
for us.

The more immediate discussions started out with being more aware of our 
situation when we were playing. We had been lulled into a false sense of 
security in the office after nothing had happened for so long. We talked 
about what risks we were willing to take and what to do when someone 
stumbled across us. Accepting that there was a real chance of being found 
out actually put us in a more secure position because we would not be 
caught entirely off guard. Talking about these possibilities eventually 
was what led us to more discussion about purposefully exposing Katie to 
people.

We discussed the times that other people had become included in our games 
from the very first incident at the restaurant, to Greg encountering us 
out at the park and then the "planned" incidents at the car dealership and 
with the fishermen. Of these incidents, Katie had better feelings about 
the restaurant incident and the episode with the fishermen. At first she 
had a bit of a time explaining her reasons even to herself, but she 
finally agreed that it had a lot to do with the attitude of acceptance 
that she got in those incidents.

Her least favorite of the episodes was the one at the car dealership. Even 
though she ended up showing the least there, it was the most 
"stereotypically sexual" of the displays as she put it. Although she felt 
a certain power in her sexuality and had the salesmen bumbling around like 
morons, she had no doubt about the "locker room talk" that had followed 
between them once we had left.

In contrast, the couple at the restaurant had been very appreciative for 
being included into our private moment. Katie says that she gets a warm 
feeling when she thinks about the two of them, although we have never seen 
them since. Likewise, with the older fishermen, she feels that they 
appreciated her for adding a little spice to an otherwise normal day for 
them. They were courteous and charming she explains.

The incident with Greg sort of falls somewhere in the middle for her. 
Definitely towards the better end than the car dealership, though. She 
liked being caught naked by Greg and seeing first hand his appreciation 
for her, but it almost became too sexual with that. She did mention in 
passing that she had some desire to explore something like that again.

With these discussions, we began to think of other ways to expose Katie to 
someone. As it happened, Katie and I had been talking about the fact that 
we needed a new mattress for our guest bedroom. When we moved into our 
house, we had been given an extra old bed and mattress by a relative. At 
the time we could not really pass up free furniture. The bed was only a 
twin-size, so if a couple was staying with us we would usually give up our 
master bedroom to them and snuggle up quite close in the spare bed 
ourselves. Katie's diminutive stature does have its advantages! We do not 
have a lot of overnight guests, but we figured that fixing things up in 
there was next on the agenda and we wanted a full-size bed. That way we 
could have a couple stay with us without displacing us from our own 
bedroom. With our recent discussions about our little games, I saw this as 
a perfect opportunity for some exposure. You have to test out a mattress 
before you buy it, don’t you? I was not sure what opportunities would 
present themselves, but it seemed like it at least had some potential.

On a Monday evening we finished our dinner and got ready for our shopping 
trip. There had been an advertisement in the paper about a furniture store 
that was having a sale. The store was far enough away that we were less 
likely to run into anyone we knew. I had learned by now that Katie 
responded better to these excursions if we had at least a basic plan for 
her, so we talked over some ideas of what we could do. In less than a year 
she had really loosened up about things, but she still had her moments of 
worry about getting into trouble with the authorities. Her fears were more 
along the lines of getting arrested or something along those lines and 
with our recent scare, it seemed sensible to have some plan to fall back 
onto. I also found that talking about these things had been helping to 
build her trust in me because it showed her that I was looking out for 
her. Not quite sure what possibilities we might encounter, we packed some 
“props” into a duffel bag to take along and were on our way.

The trip to the store was uneventful; we talked more about how things had 
gone at work than about what we were planning to do. We left the duffel 
bag in the truck and went into the store to have a quick look around. The 
store was a lot smaller than we expected, a small town affair, but the 
prices were pretty good and they had enough of a selection that we were 
sure that we could find what we wanted. It was pretty quiet there that 
evening. There was another single woman, two other couples, and a 
salesman. I was not surprised as I had figured that not a lot of people 
would be out buying mattresses on a Monday night. The salesman, a 
gentleman seemingly in his early sixties with a name-tag that said 
“George” was nice and did not pressure us. He told us to feel free to ask 
any questions, but that he would leave us alone to look. We did the usual 
things to check out the mattresses. We sat on them and laid down on them, 
checking out how firm they were. We ended up narrowing our selection down 
to two mattresses and spent some time looking around at the other 
available furniture as well. The woman had left the store shortly after we 
arrived and one couple had left after awhile. When the second couple had 
left, the salesman drifted over our way to see if we had any questions. 
The store was going to be open for another hour, but it seemed doubtful 
that anyone else would be coming in that evening.

We told him that we had narrowed down our selection and wondered if he had 
any advice for us on the two we were looking at. George said that they 
were both very good quality, pointed out features of their construction, 
and gave us the whole sales spiel. When he was finished, I asked him which 
one he would recommend personally. He told us that he had to be honest, 
they were both good mattresses and it would really come down to which one 
we preferred. Some people prefer a different feel to their mattress than 
others. Some like firm, others like soft. Really, we would have to be the 
judge. We admitted that this was for a guest bed, so our personal 
preferences were not totally reliable. We did both sit on each mattress 
again and lay down on it. I finally said that it was up to Katie since she 
was more particular about such things.

George did not know it at the time, but he had been doing everything 
right. He was kind in a grandfatherly sort of way, making us both at ease 
and treating us like old friends without just seeming like a salesman 
sucking up. Katie lay down on the bed again for awhile and then propped 
herself up on her elbow to look at him. She said that she wanted to ask a 
favor of George, but that she did not want him to think poorly of her for 
asking. He motioned for her to go on, wisely not saying anything but 
allowing her to speak in her own time. She said that if it was ok, she had 
a set of sheets and a nightgown in the car. Would he mind terribly if she 
put the sheets on the bed and tried it out? She said that it was really 
hard to judge the practicality of a bed while she was in her street 
clothes with the bare mattress (she was dressed in her usual jeans and 
sweatshirt). His comment was, “For you, dear, anything you like.” He 
continued and told her that he really did not expect any other customers 
that night and that she should just lock up when she came back in from the 
car so that we would not be bothered. Although she is a bit older than 
that, he said it like he was treating a favorite granddaughter, not like 
he was coming on to her. She smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on 
the cheek as she went past him to go to the car. He was beaming from the 
kiss, obviously the correct response to his comment. He was a kindly older 
man and obviously enjoyed it when a woman found him charming.

We talked a bit while Katie was gone. Just small talk, the weather, the 
local news, and so forth. Katie came back in and set the duffel bag and a 
pillow down on the mattress. She opened it up, got out the sheets, and 
handed them to me. Then she asked George if there was somewhere that she 
could change. George told her that he would stay here with me, she could 
change wherever she felt comfortable. The store was divided up into 
display rooms, so all she had to do was find someplace suitable that was 
out of sight from us. She thanked him and went off with her duffel bag in 
hand. George and I continued to talk as I put the sheets on the one 
mattress we had selected and by the time I had the bed ready, Katie 
appeared again in her robe and slippers.

George told her that she looked quite the part, ready for bed and all. She 
gave him a big smile as she turned back the top sheet and sat down on the 
bed. She then gave George a sweet smile and asked if he would tuck her in. 
He said that he would be honored and she started to undo her robe. George 
took the edge of the top sheet and pulled it back for her. She stood up 
and let the robe fall from her shoulders. The silky white nightgown she 
was wearing was only modest in respect that it covered all of the vital 
parts. It even was even cut below her knees to keep her decent from behind 
if she bent over or covered her when she sat down. However, the spaghetti 
straps, cut-out back, and low neckline left her shoulders bare, showed off 
most of her back, and let you see the whole way down the front if she let 
it gape open when she bent over. A woman with bigger breasts would have 
filled it out more and you would have merely gotten a great cleavage shot. 
From experience, I knew that the view she would give was of her pubic hair 
framed between her breasts if she bent over just so. Further, the silky 
material clung to her like a second skin, leaving nothing about her form 
to the imagination and was thin enough that you had no problem seeing the 
darker skin of her nipples and the shadow of her pubic triangle.

This area of the store just had exposed mattresses on frames, so the bed 
did not have an actual headboard or anything. Katie draped her robe on the 
next mattress over and sat back down on the bed to swivel her legs under 
the covers that George was holding up for her. He tucked her in and she 
gave him another smile. She moved around under the sheet, curling up with 
her pillow and getting comfortable. She turned over a couple times, trying 
out different positions. Even though nothing was showing, it was arousing 
just watching her slink around on the bed. She finished with her “testing” 
and started to get out of the bed. The nightgown had ridden up on her a 
bit and as she parted her legs as she swung them down to the floor, George 
and I were treated to a quick flash of her trimmed pussy. I had no doubt 
that it was fully intentional on Katie's part, but she made it look 
entirely accidental. I also know that George had seen the display, but he 
was a gentleman and politely gave no sign of her indiscretion.

Katie said that she was ready to try out the other mattress. We pulled the 
sheets off of the first mattress and transferred them to the other one. 
She made sure to bend over so that George would have several opportunities 
to see down her nightgown. George continued to be the gentleman, showing 
no sign of what he was seeing. However, I could easily tell that not only 
was he looking, but that he realized that she was intending to show off. 
He was definitely appreciating her charms without making an issue of 
things. As I said, being a perfect gentleman. We finished making up the 
bed and George held the top sheet again for her to climb into bed.

Katie repeated her performance from the first mattress, turning over and 
twisting around to see whether the mattress was comfortable. I did notice 
that George was watching her a bit more intently after seeing her exposed. 
She finished her routine and said that she thought that this mattress was 
better, but that she was not quite sure. When George asked what she was 
not sure about, she feigned embarrassment for a moment but finally told 
him that it was because she normally slept in the nude. I saw his eyebrows 
raise a bit, but he betrayed no other surprise at her comment. It was a 
bit ridiculous in a way, considering that what she was wearing barely 
constituted clothing in the first place. All that he said was, “Would you 
require some privacy, my dear?” Katie told him that if he had no 
objections, she certainly saw no harm in him staying. "Perhaps you might 
have some questions..." he said, leaving it open once again for her to 
dismiss him. “You are so good to indulge me in my whims,” was Katie’s 
reply.

She moved her hands under the covers, pulling her nightgown up to her 
neck, then took it off and handed it to George. He tenderly took it from 
her and carefully folded it and put it on the other bed on top of her 
robe. When he turned back to her, Katie wriggled under the covers and said 
that things felt much better now. She stretched out with her hands above 
her head. As she did so, the sheet slid tantalizingly down off of her 
shoulders and across her chest. It stopped before it uncovered her 
nipples, not for lack of Katie’s trying mind you! You could see the slight 
swell of the beginning of her breasts, though.

Dropping her hands to the edge of the sheet, she pulled it back up to her 
shoulders and smiled at George. She explained that she always made sure to 
stretch out every morning. With that, she proceeded to try the bed out for 
stretching. She began by pulling the sheet in with her hands and 
stretching her right foot out towards the edge of the bed. She hooked the 
edge of the sheet with her foot and drew the sheet in towards her. She 
repeated this on the other side, drawing the sheet in on both sides so 
that her feet and calves were exposed. She then wrapped her legs over the 
sheet, drawing it up between her legs. Her legs and the sides of her body 
were now exposed and the sheet passed between her legs, across her crotch, 
and up to where her arm held it over her breasts.

At no point had George hidden his interest in seeing what she had to show, 
but neither did he leer at her. But with the show obviously taking a step 
to the next level, he displayed his interest a bit more openly by sitting 
down on the bed beside her. He glanced up to me to see what my reaction to 
the whole scene was. I gave him a smile to make clear that all of this was 
perfectly ok with me. When he looked back to her, Katie turned a bit 
toward him and feigned bashfulness suddenly. She pulled the sheet up over 
her head quickly and then after a pause, she pulled it down so that just 
her eyes were uncovered. She looked at him for a moment and said, “I am 
being bad, aren’t I?” She paused for a moment and then continued. “It is 
just that I feel so free when I am naked and I get a bit carried away. I 
hope that I have not offended you.” She slowly lowered the sheet until her 
face was uncovered and she looked at George, waiting for his reply.

George took a moment before answering. When he spoke, he told her that she 
had not offended him. He did not want her to think that he was a dirty old 
man, but that he had to admit that he was thoroughly enjoying her show. At 
this, she played bashful again and covered her face except for her eyes 
with the sheet again. He continued, saying that he did not want to imply 
that he was not pleased with what he had seen, but he wondered if she 
would be willing to show a bit more. Katie responded by slowly lowering 
the sheet from her face. She was giving George a shy smile as she lowered 
from her neck and down to expose her shoulders and the top of her chest.

Now, I must explain a bit about Katie. As I have said, she is fairly 
small. Coupled with her small breasts and petite stature, she is able to 
get away with a certain amount of “little girl routine” even though she is 
in her early thirties. George had already been treating her as if she was 
a favored granddaughter even though she was more probably the age of a 
daughter to him. That just set the tone for her and she played the role 
up. Do not get me wrong, Katie’s “little girl routine” is not juvenile or 
anything like that. She can just get away with being bashful and shy and 
end up having people want to take care of her and comfort her. This is 
what she was doing now and George was falling for it in a big way. In a 
way, I felt sorry for the guy. I certainly knew how her actions could turn 
my own heart to mush.

Katie had the sheet down far enough to show the swell of her breasts, but 
stopped before her nipples were exposed. She looked at George and asked in 
a small voice if he would like to see her nipples. George nodded and said 
that he would like to see them very much. She gave him a big warm smile 
and lowered the sheet over her breasts but kept it covering her stomach. 
She ran her hands back up to her breasts, cupping them and rubbing her 
nipples. She informed George that her nipples got all hard and tingly when 
she was excited. He asked her if she was excited now and she got a grin on 
her face and told him yes, oh yes! She continued playing with her nipples, 
telling George how tingly they were getting and pointing out to him how 
her aureola were crinkling up, a sure sign that she was excited. She then 
asked if he would like to see some more. What do you think? Of course he 
did!




At his urging, Katie slowly slid the sheet down to uncover her belly. She 
paused for a bit to point out to George that there was no lint in her 
belly button. She ran her hands sensuously up and down her belly and 
pointed out the faint fuzz of hair on her lower belly. She looked at 
George and told him in mock seriousness that there was more down further. 
Not a whole lot more, she whispered to him, saying that she kept it 
trimmed and neat. She pushed the sheet down until her pubic hair just 
started to show. She fluffed it up a little bit with her fingers, showing 
it off to George. Again she asked if he would like to see some more. When 
he nodded solemnly, she slowly pushed the sheet down further, exposing 
more of her pubic hair. She had her legs together and stopped when you 
could just see the crease where her pussy started to form. She ran her 
fingers through her thin pubic hair and showed off how well she kept it 
groomed.

She then pointed at the crease just above the edge of the sheet. She told 
George in a small voice, “That’s my pussy. Would you like to see it?” 
George said that he would like to see it very much if she did not mind 
showing it off. She slid the sheet down further, uncovering her crotch and 
the tops of her thighs. With her legs together, all that you could see was 
her outer lips and the crease where they met. By the way her lips were all 
puffy, I knew that she was incredibly turned on by her show. She took a 
moment to prop herself up a bit on her pillow so that she could see better 
herself. Then she ran a finger along the crease, telling George that her 
pussy was hiding but that it was pink and wet and very warm inside. I do 
not know about George, but I was about ready to blow my wad at this point. 
Katie slowly drew her knees up and to the side, spreading her legs. Her 
pussy was wet and slowly opened up for our viewing pleasure. She slid her 
finger down along her slit and told George how wet and warm it was inside.

Bringing her finger back up her slit to her clit, her eyes closed as she 
ran her finger over it. I knew that she could not contain herself any 
longer. She was so turned on that she was in her own little world now. Her 
breathing became deeper as she ran her finger back and forth across her 
clit. Her legs spread wider as she succumbed to her passions and her pussy 
opened up further. George and I just watched in silence as she pleasured 
herself, moaning softly as she stroked herself.

It was not long before she came. Her legs tensed and spread open further. 
She rubbed her clit harder and her back arched. Her chest above her 
breasts was flushed and her breathing was heavy. From the spasms, we could 
tell that she was having several orgasms, one after the other. Finally, 
she quieted down and slumped back to the bed. She was sprawled across the 
bed with her legs spread and a sheen of sweat across her body. Her chest 
heaved as she lay there breathing heavily. All that George and I could do 
was stand there in silence and look at her. She was beautiful. Her eyes 
finally opened but remained heavy lidded as she looked to me and then to 
George. “Oh, that felt delicious,” she said with a big smile on her face. 
George was just speechless at this point. Katie turned toward him and 
swung her legs off the side of the bed. Fully naked, she embraced him and 
thanked him for indulging her. After a moment’s pause, he returned the 
embrace. His hands strayed downward to run over her ass, but he was decent 
about it and did not try to go any further.

When Katie broke the embrace, she was back to her perky self and with a 
smile said that we would take the mattress and box springs. She picked up 
her robe and stepped into her slippers. She put her robe on but made no 
attempt to fasten it, leaving it completely open in front. George shook 
his head a bit as if to clear his mind to get down to business. We walked 
back to his desk with him to finish the transaction. He rung it all up and 
told us that he was giving us a fifteen-percent “preferred customer” 
discount. Gee, I wonder why? He asked about delivery and I told him that I 
had my truck outside. I paid him and he let me out the front door so that 
I could bring my truck around to the back door. I had absolutely no 
concern about leaving my half naked wife alone with him and Katie seemed 
to have no problems remaining with him either. I took my time to get 
around to the back door and found it open when I got there. I went in and 
back through to the showroom. Katie and George were sitting at his desk. 
Katie had her knees drawn up with her feet on the edge of the chair; fully 
exposing her pussy as she idly ran her fingers along her slit. They were 
just talking like everything was perfectly normal.

George had a cart that he pushed up to the display to load the mattress 
and box springs. Really, he and I could get it but Katie insisted on 
helping. With her robe unfastened, though, it kept getting in her way so 
it was only a minute or two before she had it completely off again. With 
the mattress and box springs loaded up, she made no attempt to cover up 
again. We had tossed the sheets beside her nightgown on the next mattress 
and she had tossed her robe over there as well when she had taken it off. 
She picked up her duffel bag and stowed the sheets in it, but made no move 
to take out her clothes. The nightgown and then the robe followed the 
sheets into the duffel bag and she carried it along as we pushed the cart 
to the back. Even when George rolled up the overhead door to load things 
in the truck, Katie made no move to cover up or stay back from the open 
door. There was little chance of anyone seeing her at the back of the 
building, there was little else around, but it was still a turn-on to see 
her like this. She even took her duffel bag out and threw it in the cab of 
the truck.

When everything was loaded, Katie turned to George to thank him for a 
wonderful evening and for being so understanding. Standing there in only 
her slippers, she almost shyly held her hands out to him for a final hug. 
It started off fairly modest, as though he was hugging someone fully 
clothed and as such no big deal. But as she pressed herself against him, 
he got the message and took polite advantage of her embrace. His hands 
quickly found her ass and rubbed it tenderly as she hugged him for several 
minutes. When she finally broke the embrace, he let his hands trail around 
her sides and rested them on her hips. He looked her in the eyes, telling 
her that she had made a tired old man's evening and I could see the 
sparkle in his eyes. They stood for a moment with him holding her at arm's 
length. When she did not draw away, he slowly ran his hands up to cup her 
breasts. He brushed them with the backs of his fingers, seemingly amazed 
at what was happening. As his fingers crossed her nipples, her eyes closed 
and she leaned her head back. He rubbed her breasts for a moment and even 
tweaked her nipples a bit. At that she opened her eyes again and bent 
close to give him a kiss on the cheek. She backed away with a smile on her 
face, wishing him a good evening, and we got into the truck.

She rolled down the window and we said our good-byes and she waved to him 
as we pulled away from the store, leaving him there in the darkness with 
only the light above the warehouse door illuminating him. We pulled out 
onto the street and were on our way. Katie opened up her duffel bag and 
pulled out her robe to cover up for the ride home, but she left it loose 
and unfastened. I ran my hand along her leg and found her pussy with my 
fingers. It was no great surprise to me to find that she was still fairly 
wet. We took care of that when we got home. 

 
Exposing Katie 010

As we continued our newfound games, our relationship continued to grow. 
Looking back over previous months, we could literally see the progress 
that we were making. Looking at our previous years of marriage, it seemed 
that we continued to have the same arguments and issues over and over 
again. I think that if I had to use one word to describe our marriage from 
before, it would have to be "frustrating" over any other single word. It 
seemed that no matter what I did, Katie would be upset with me. Nothing I 
did was right. She seemed incapable of understanding what I wanted out of 
life and never seemed to understand whatever I did try to do for her.

To be fair, Katie felt much the same way about me. I was always concerned 
with how I looked at a situation or what I wanted out of something. Both 
of us were right in our analysis of the situation. And both of us were 
wrong.

We were both guilty of the same trait. We focused on our own 
interpretation of a situation. We would each try to explain our viewpoint 
and get caught up in trying to get the other person to understand where we 
were coming from. It dissolved into a battle of wills every time, leaving 
us both more resolute in our own opinion that we each were correct and the 
other one was being inconsiderate or unyielding. 

Our games were obviously affecting how we were dealing with each other. We 
definitely were opening up to each other more than we ever had before. 
That alone made quite a difference. I think that a lot of misunderstanding 
obviously comes from not being able to read each other's minds. In our own 
heads we know what we are doing and why, but our intents are not always 
obvious to our partners. Beyond that, I think that we tend to hold a lot 
of ourselves back for fear of rejection. We don't tell our partner 
everything. That just interferes further with them having any hope of 
understanding where we are coming from.

So our games led to opening up and discussing things with each other. As 
we learned to listen to each other, we each opened up more and we both 
began to understand each other more. Just as the cycle of our relationship 
before tore us apart, the cycle of our new relationship built and 
strengthened us.

One sign I saw in our increased understanding of each other was as our 
games became more spontaneous. Sure, there were things that we talked at 
length about and planned ahead. Then there were the spur of the moment 
events that one of us would say something and we would both immediately be 
into it and just go ahead and do it.

Most of the time this was just something simple. We would be out someplace 
and I'd tell Katie to show me her boobs so she'd lift her shirt and flash 
me or we'd dare each other to take our clothes off in the car. Katie would 
tell me that if I showed her my dick she would suck on it. Of course I'd 
pull it out for her. Just quick impulsive things.

Sometimes things got a bit more involved. Given some privacy in an 
otherwise public place, we'd dare each other to remove underwear. Not just 
having Katie step out of her knickers while wearing a skirt or dress, mind 
you. The more challenge the better. We're talking having to remove shoes 
and jeans to remove underwear. I can still picture one episode where Katie 
ended up jumping up and down as she tried to get back into a particularly 
tight pair of jeans.

Then there were a few times that that our spontaneous activities got 
fairly involved. One incident that comes to mind was a particular Summer 
Saturday morning. We were going out with friends that evening and had a 
number of things to do around the house, but decided to take the morning 
and go for a hike. We got up early, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and 
headed out of town. The air was still cool under the trees as we started 
the hike up to the overlook. Once we reached the overlook and the sun 
broke through the trees it was warm on our faces and exposed arms. As we 
walked out on the rocks to the edge, I pulled my shirt off over my head to 
bask in the warmth of the sun. Katie came up behind me and I wasn't too 
surprised to find that she had also taken her shirt off by the time that 
she joined me. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close 
beside me as both of us stood bare chested to the morning sun.

We stood there together for awhile, just enjoying the view, fresh air, and 
sun. The hike was only about an hour and a half from where we had parked. 
A nice, simple hike to enjoy. The trail brought you out to this point 
along the ridge and there was a bit of a clearing at the rocks. Most 
people just came out to the overlook, but you could pick your way through 
the trees in either direction along the ridge and there were other rock 
outcroppings from which to enjoy the view. After a bit, we decided to opt 
for a bit more privacy. We had not seen anyone else out on the trail this 
morning, but figured that we wanted a bit of warning if anyone else should 
happen along. Anybody that came up to the overlook would spend some time 
there before they would start exploring around. We would hear them and be 
able to cover up if there were kids or folks that might get offended.

We walked back along the ridge for a bit and found another good rock 
outcrop that was out of direct sight of the first overlook. I found a nook 
to sit in and spread my shirt out to have something to lean back against. 
When I was settled in, Katie settled in beside me, curling up under my arm 
and against my chest. We sat there for ten or fifteen minutes, just 
drinking in the silence and basking in the sun. We watched a couple of 
hawks play in the thermals and a chipmunk scurrying along the rocks.

Katie had her arm across my stomach and after awhile she stroked her hand 
across my belly absentmindedly. It felt good and I gave a murmur of 
approval. She continued to rub my stomach and between that and my own 
absentminded thoughts of her topless state caused an awakening of my 
anatomy a little lower than she was currently focused on. It was not long 
before she noticed the change and she unbuttoned my jeans and slid the 
zipper down. I had not worn underwear, figuring that it would probably 
only get in the way if we found ourselves in a situation such as this. She 
dug her hand down into my jeans a bit in order to pull my penis up into 
view. A moment or two more and she was coaxing me to lift my butt so that 
she could slide my pants down for better access. Settling back down, the 
rock was cool and rough against my ass. Not that I was complaining, mind 
you, considering the circumstances. Katie settled in against my side once 
again and continued her caresses.

The warm sun, fresh air, having Katie snuggled beside me, and her gentle 
caresses was making me quite mellow. The only thing disturbing my serenity 
at the moment was having my jeans bunched up around my ankles, so I 
eventually displaced Katie long enough to take my boots, socks, and jeans 
off. Not one to let me show her up, Katie followed suit and then we curled 
up together again, fully naked.

There is definitely something about being naked out in the open with the 
fresh air and the sunshine. Katie bent down and licked the pre-cum from 
the head of my penis and then sucked me slowly into her mouth. She circled 
my knob with her tongue and sucked on it for awhile. Even though the 
morning was warm, the air felt cool on my wet dick when it left her mouth. 
When she plunged back onto my dick, her mouth was warm in contrast.

I enjoyed her ministrations for several minutes, stroking her back and 
just basking in the sun. Wanting to return the favor, I pulled her away 
from her task and got her to stand in front of me. Holding a cheek of her 
ass in each hand, I drew her to me and licked along her juicy slit. It was 
pretty obvious that I was not the only one turned on by our nudity and 
such. I attacked her clit with a vengeance, licking and sucking it until I 
could feel her legs going weak. I held her up as she moaned and her first 
orgasm swept over her. I gently kissed her labia and thighs as I let her 
recover.

As she came back to earth, she squatted down, insistent on having me 
inside of her. Kneeling over me was going to bruise or bloody her knees, 
so we ended up moving around several times to find a comfortable position 
for both of us. We ended up moving to a rock ledge that I could lean back 
against and Katie backed into me, allowing both of us a view out over the 
valley. It was a perfect morning. Clear skies, crisp air, warm sun, and 
our naked bodies our in Mother Nature. We fucked slowly at first, but our 
pace quickened. I reached around to cup Katie's breasts and play with her 
nipples as she thrust back against me. We pounded away at each other until 
Katie came for a second time and I came soon after. Katie slumped back 
against me and I curled my arms around her to hug her close to me. She 
wrapped her arms over mine and we held each other for several minutes 
before separating.

The morning was wearing on and we figured that we had better head for home 
to get our chores done. It was a shame to get dressed again and there was 
a definite temptation to start walking back to the car naked, but 
sensibility prevailed and we reluctantly dressed again and headed back 
down the trail. We were two thirds of the way back to the car before we 
encountered anyone else coming up the trail. Back at the parking lot we 
again ran into a few more people getting ready to head up the trail.

It was late morning as we were heading back home. In one of the little 
towns that we passed through we decided to stop at a little country store 
for something to drink. As we came out of the store, I spied a faded 
barbershop sign across the street on the corner of a building slightly 
further down the street from where we stood. I got a wicked idea and hoped 
that our morning's adventures were not quite fully over. Asking Katie if 
we could take a moment more, I headed across the street with her in tow. 
We got to the corner and I saw the door to the barbershop halfway down the 
side of the building along the side street.

We walked down the side street and then down a few steps to the door -- 
the barbershop was in the basement of the building. The sign on the door 
said that they were open, but it did not look like they had much in the 
way of business this morning. We opened the door and walked in. There was 
one lone chair in the back left corner with a low wall across in front of 
it, forming a bit of a stall. At the front of the shop were half a dozen 
chairs and a low table with magazines and a newspaper on it for anyone 
waiting. Today there was no one waiting, only the barber himself sitting 
in the chair at the back with part of the newspaper.

The barber was an older man, thinning grey hair slicked back with tonic or 
cream, white smock, and black rimmed glasses. An old school barber, not 
one of these "stylists" that you find in the suburban malls. Perfect, I 
thought. I said hello as we came in and asked if he had any appointments 
or if he could fit me in this morning. He replied that he had finished 
with his last appointment for the day and was just reading a bit of the 
paper before closing up shop, but he had no problem fitting one more 
person in. I approached the end of the low wall and Katie settled into one 
of the chairs and started looking through the available magazines.

Although I have a beard, I keep it trimmed pretty close and shave my 
cheeks and neck to leave just a thin line of beard along my jaw. I had not 
shaved that morning nor had I trimmed my beard for several days, so I had 
a dark "five o'clock" shadow and my beard was looking a bit scruffy. I 
asked the barber if he still shaved with a straight razor. "Certainly, 
sir!" was his reply. "Hot towel and lather?" I asked. "Only way to get a 
good, close shave!" was his response. "Sounds excellent," I said. "Mind 
you, I don't want to offend or cause trouble, but for the lady?" I asked. 
As I said this I turned toward Katie, extended my arm toward her with my 
palm out to gesture at her. Her head snapped up from her magazine to look 
at me and then shifting her gaze to the barber. I turned back to him 
myself and he had a bit of a question mark on his face. He looked at me, 
then to Katie, and then back to me. I made a sweeping gesture with my hand 
across in front of my crotch. His expression changed a bit as he began to 
realize what I was asking. "I don't know, sir, never been asked for 
that..." he stammered a bit. "I don't mean to push my welcome," I said. 
"We can be on our way..." I left it hanging. He looked from me to Katie, 
lingering on her for a bit, and then looked back to me. He cleared his 
throat a bit and told me that it should not be a problem.

He folded up his newspaper and rose from the chair. Walking past me, he 
flipped the sign on the door and turned the lock. "If you don't mind, sir, 
rather not have anyone walking in and raising questions," he said. As he 
walked past me, I had turned to follow his movements. With his back to 
her, Katie had raised an eyebrow at me and then just shook her head a bit 
with the trace of a smirk on her lips. I could almost read her mind, 
knowing that her thoughts were running along the lines of here we go 
again, he just has to push things a bit further each time.

As the barber turned back around from the door, he gestured to the chair 
and told Katie to go ahead. I walked back with them and leaned my elbows 
on the top of the wall to watch the show. Katie stood beside the chair for 
a moment, facing us and looking back and forth from me and the barber. 
Making up her mind, she bent down to untie her hiking boots and then 
slipped them off. She hesitated another moment before unfastening her 
jeans and slipping them off. She laid her pants over the wall beside me 
and then climbed into the chair.

Once she was seated, the barber turned the chair around so that Katie 
faced the mirror and began to pump the foot control to lift the chair up. 
I moved over a bit so that I could still get a good view of the action. 
Even with the chair at its highest point, the barber was going to have to 
bend to reach her. It's not like barber chairs were designed to bring 
someone's crotch to eye level. Katie was sitting as demurely as she could 
with her legs together for the moment. The barber adjusted the chair a 
bit, leaning Katie back some and then came around in front of her to his 
counter.

He turned back to her with an electric trimmer in his hand, telling her he 
would start by trimming everything close so that he could shave things 
properly. As I have said, Katie keeps her pubes trimmed pretty good on her 
own. She shaves her labia, leaving only a small patch of hair above her 
clit. She keeps that trimmed fairly close as well. I had noticed on our 
hike that Katie had not shaved too recently, though. That was part of what 
started the whole ball rolling when I had spied the barbershop sign.

At his approach, Katie spread her legs a bit and pulled her shirt up her 
belly to allow the barber to begin. It must have been the first that he 
had really allowed himself to take a good look at her because as he looked 
down at her, he blurted out that there was not a whole lot to trim, now 
was there? I think that the comment ended up embarrassing them both a bit, 
he looked away for a moment and Katie reflexively drew her legs together 
again. After a moment, the barber recovered from his comment and turned 
back to her. She spread her legs again and he quickly trimmed her small 
thatch of pubic hair back to a close stubble. He was hesitant as he 
carefully laid a single finger to either side of her slit and then ran the 
trimmer up towards her belly several times.

The barber turned back to his counter, laying the trimmer down and opening 
up the small cabinet that held the rolled up hot towels. He pulled one out 
and unrolled it, draping it over his hands to apply it. There were a few 
moments of awkwardness as he tried to figure out how to apply it short of 
just stuffing it between her legs. Katie helped him out by drawing her 
knees up and spreading her legs, allowing him to fold the towel in half 
and drape it over her pussy and inner thighs. When the towel first went 
on, Katie's eyes got a little wide as she drew her breath in sharply, 
saying hot, hot, hot. After the initial shock, though, she settled back 
and relaxed a bit.

The barber pulled out his straight razor and began stropping it, running 
it back and forth across the leather. There is something distinctly 
satisfying about a traditional shave. Probably similar to a manicure for a 
woman. Going back to the counter, the machine whirred for a moment as he 
dispensed some shaving cream into his palm. Ready, he turned back to 
Katie.

He paused for a moment before reaching down and pulling the towel off of 
her, draping it over his left arm. He scooped his fingers into the shaving 
cream and bent down to spread it onto her. He was a bit hesitant as he 
started up at her belly and worked his way down. I saw his hand tremble a 
bit as he got down to the top of her slit. He stopped at that point to 
scoop up some more shaving cream. Again he paused, this time a bit longer, 
before reaching down to spread the shaving cream on either side of her 
slit. He applied it slowly, gently, almost reverently.

With the shaving cream applied, he wiped the excess off of his hands with 
the towel and took the straight razor in hand. Again he paused. I would 
guess that he was wrestling with the idea of how to accomplish his task 
without being indecent about it. When he finally began, he once again 
choose to start at the top and work his way down. As he worked, he got 
into his rhythm, flicking his blade along in precise strokes and wiping 
the blade on the towel over his arm, and quickly finished up her lower 
belly.

Again he paused. After a moment, he cleared his throat. Haltingly, he 
said, "Ma'am... I'm going to... have too... touch..." It did not seem that 
he could go on any further. Katie took pity on him and solemnly said, "I 
understand... I don't mind..."

To this day I am totally amazed at the way that Katie is able to retain 
her dignity in just about any situation. And it is a personable dignity, 
an empathy, not an aloofness that said that she was better than those 
around her. But her coolness does not detract from the sexuality of the 
situation. If anything, it only turns me on more.

The barber continued, carefully placing an index finger to pull her skin 
taut to shave it. He did his best to touch her as far from her slit as he 
could, but to complete the job he could not help but touch her. Shaving 
her top thatch had gone quickly. Shaving her labia took quite a bit 
longer. I am not sure if it was a matter of being careful or whether it 
was that he wanted to prolong the experience. Perhaps a bit of both. To 
allow him to do a thorough job, Katie had to pull her legs back and spread 
them to give him access. The result was that her pussy opened up to him 
and he had an up close view of her inner sanctum as he worked.

Finally, he completed his work. He took the towel and started to dab at 
her pussy to remove the last traces of shaving cream, then thought better 
of it and handed the towel to Katie and told her that perhaps she would be 
able to do a better job. She wiped between her legs a bit and then handed 
it back to him, asking if he could wet a corner of it for her. He turned 
to the sink and did as she requested. When he handed it back again, she 
carefully cleaned with the wet portion before drying herself off. Whatever 
modesty kept him from wiping her himself did not prevent him from watching 
as she did it herself.

Cleaned up, she held the towel out for him and asked for a mirror. He took 
the towel and handed her his hand mirror. She held it between her legs and 
looked at herself, pulling her legs back some more to get a good view. He 
had done a good job. There was not a trace of a hair to be seen. As I had 
said, Katie kept things shaved and trimmed herself, but this had left 
every square inch of her pussy totally exposed.



Just as the barber had reached the point that there was nothing more to be 
done, Katie reached the point where there was nothing more to show off. 
She told me later that it just did not feel right for her to make herself 
cum for the barber as she had done with the mattress salesman. The vibes 
just were not right. So she handed the mirror back to the barber and got 
up from the chair. She came over to me and took her jeans down from the 
wall, bending over to give the barber a good view from behind as she 
pulled them up her legs. She then picked up her boots and went to sit in 
one of the chairs in the waiting area to put them on. I pulled a twenty 
from my wallet and handed it to the barber. He looked at me a bit blankly 
until he realized that I was paying. He put his hands up and said it was 
fine, no need to pay. I held the twenty out to him and he finally took it, 
saying that he would get me change. No bother, I told him and said that we 
appreciated the service. I think that he was a bit overwhelmed by the 
whole experience at that point. Looking back, I agree with Katie. If she 
had done any more she would have probably totally blown his mind.

By then Katie had her boots on and stood up. The barber went to the door 
and unlocked it for us. We both thanked him once again, Katie with one of 
her very sweetest smiles, and we were out the door. I took a look back as 
we headed up the alley and he was still standing there behind the glass 
watching us go. I mentioned this to Katie and we both turned and she waved 
to him. He waved back a bit before we disappeared around the corner.

We walked back to the country store and climbed into the car for the ride 
home. We spent the afternoon doing chores and I was treated to memories of 
our morning when Katie took her clothes off to clean up for the evening 
with our friends. It was quite a turn-on to see her bare down there and 
after our shower I had to lay her back on the bed for awhile to lick her 
to orgasm. I talked her into wearing a skirt and going without knickers for 
the evening. Nobody saw anything, at least as far as we know, but the idea 
of that bare little pussy was a delicious secret we shared that evening 
just between the two of us. 

 
Exposing Katie 011

The evening after our little escapade at the barbershop we went out with 
our friends, Larry and Sharon. Larry and I had met several years before 
when we both worked at the same company. We'd both since moved on to other 
jobs, but had formed a good friendship and stayed in touch pretty 
regularly. Katie and his wife, Sharon, hit it off as well so our two 
families got together quite a bit. Larry and Sharon had two daughters, so 
Katie got to go out with Sharon and the kids and play "auntie" too.

Our evening out was pretty typical. We went out to dinner at a fairly nice 
place where things were quiet enough that we could all talk. Larry and I 
talked about work and hobbies. The ladies' conversation seemed to mainly 
center around the girls. It was a nice, casual evening. Good food, good 
wine, good company, and good conversation.

The evening did not last too late, Larry and Sharon had to be home at a 
decent hour to relieve the babysitter. As we were driving home, I placed 
my hand on Katie's leg and slid it up under her skirt intending to fool 
around a bit. She spread her legs to give me access and I brushed my 
fingers across the smooth flesh above her pussy a few times before working 
my finger lower to rub her pussy. Her body stiffened and I was a bit 
surprised at how wet she was already. She lifted her hips and pulled her 
skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs to give me full access. I 
rubbed my finger along her clit and she was quickly moaning and thrashing 
around. I found a place to pull the car over so that I could give her my 
full attention and quickly brought her to a shuddering orgasm.

I watched her in the dim light, her chest heaving as she recovered, her 
thighs still bared to me. After a few moments I put the car in gear and 
pulled away. We drove in silence for awhile. In time her breathing slowed 
and she stirred in her seat a bit but was still quiet. I finally spoke up, 
asking her what had her so turned on. Still no response. I looked over at 
her and asked if she was ok. In a small voice she said that she was ok, 
just a little embarrassed. I asked her what on earth she was embarrassed 
about, there was absolutely no reason to be embarrassed about an orgasm. 
She replied that it was not exactly the orgasm, but what had gotten her so 
turned on in the first place.

Slowly I drew the answers out from her. The whole evening she had been 
acutely aware of her bare little pussy, that the thin material of her 
skirt was the only thing that kept her at all decent. Mind you, it was not 
like this was the first time that she had been out in public in a skirt 
and no knickers. Not even that it was that rare of a situation. There had 
even been a couple times in the past that I had made sure she was not 
wearing anything under her dress when we had gone out with Larry and 
Sharon. I'd ask her if she thought that they knew and wonder aloud to her 
about what they would think if they did know.

She went on to say that she could not stop thinking about how her pussy 
was totally shaved. Again, not really that big of a deal. Her normal shave 
and trim did not leave much to hide behind. Although I did have to admit 
that there was a definite difference between MOSTLY BARE and FULLY BARE. 
Sort of like there was a definite difference between even the smallest, 
tiniest bikini and being stark naked.

She continued on to say that she could not get the experience out of her 
mind, that of the barber shaving her. That she kept thinking about sitting 
there with her legs spread for him, letting him examine all of her up 
close. That she calmly sat there as he touched her. In some ways, it was a 
realization of her doctor fantasies. Yet it still seemed as though I was 
missing something. We had been busy with our chores all afternoon, which 
may have kept her mind off of things. Yet the evening had been animated as 
well, leaving little time to dwell on other issues despite whatever bias 
her lack of knickers may have evoked. There just seemed to be something 
more that she was hesitant to tell me. I kept prodding until it all 
finally came out in a rush.

"Oh God!" she started out. "All I could think of was that we were having 
this nice, normal, friendly dinner with our friends when earlier in the 
day I had exposed myself to a complete stranger so that he could shave my 
pubes off! Are people really like this? That they carry on these normal 
conversations like they live normal lives and nothing unusual ever happens 
to them when really the strangest things happened just hours or moments 
before only they never let on that anything even remotely different is 
going on in their lives? I mean, we talked about work and kids and who we 
saw last week. Sharon even asked me directly whether there was anything 
new in my life. I know she just said it like people always say it, not 
that she knew anything. But I just said oh, nothing much, what's new with 
you? I didn't say oh, yeah, I did something different today. I walked into 
a barbershop and bared my pussy to this guy so he could shave it. He 
shaved it bare! You know, I can feel it right now because I am not wearing 
any knickers and I can actually feel the air flowing across my bare pussy 
even as we speak because my loving husband told me that I could not wear 
any knickers tonight. I can feel myself getting wet just sitting here 
talking to you about all of this. Nope, did not say anything like that. 
Just nope, nothing new, how about you?"

It all came out in a torrent and she finally paused to take a breath. I 
looked over at her. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist, but 
had fallen so that I could not actually see her pussy. She was breathing a 
bit heavily again from the emotion of her speech. It was silent for 
several moments.

In a soft voice she began again. "I wanted to tell them..." Her voice 
trailed off. "I wanted to tell them." she repeated in a little stronger 
voice. "I wanted to tell them what we had done. Tell them all about what 
happened up on the rocks and how we were driving home and just on the spur 
of the moment stopped in and got a shave." Her voice was softer than 
before, but she was speaking with that urgency again. "I wanted to tell 
them what I felt and how liberating it was to be able to do this. I wanted 
them to know what I had done..." Her voice trailed off a bit and she was 
silent for a moment.

This time the silence lasted a bit longer and when she spoke her voice was 
small and quiet. "I really wanted to show them. Show them what I had done 
so that they would know that I was not making it up. Let them see for 
themselves and know that I had exposed myself to the barber just as I was 
exposing myself to them." Another pause before she finished. "I wanted 
them to touch me. To feel how smoothly he had shaved me. To have no doubt 
about what I did. To know how much it excited me to have done that and how 
excited I was by telling and showing them."

When she stopped this time I knew that she had finished what she had to 
say and the silence drew on. Understand that Larry and Sharon were easily 
our closest friends. If there was anyone in our lives that we were going 
to share our "secret" lives with, it would have to be Larry and Sharon. 
This was not the sort of thing that you just openly shared with family, 
neighbors, and coworkers. If it were a wild moment sort of thing, deciding 
to "experience" a nude beach while on vacation or going to Mardi Gras, you 
could probably share it with casual acquaintances and joke about it. But 
what we were doing, that we were doing it on a fairly regular basis, and 
what it meant to our relationship would probably provoke difficult 
questions if we started sharing it with people in our "normal" life.

We'd talked about this issue before. That if it was just nudity, it would 
be one thing. Even though nudism is not exactly accepted in mainstream 
American culture and we could be assured that there would be snickers 
behind our backs from people if it was known we were nudists, it would be 
manageable. But we added the element of sexuality to the equation, 
something that nudists tend to be very careful to exclude to give 
themselves legitimacy. We both could see that as soon as we crossed that 
line that most people would immediately think that we were talking about 
swinging and casual sex. We'd already encountered it a couple times in our 
exploits. Times where people decided that since Katie was willing to 
expose herself to them that she was "fair game" or that she was inviting 
things to go much further. Luckily for us things never got ugly. We were 
able to extricate ourselves from these situations and learn from them to 
"read" future situations better so that we did not get into such problems. 
This had a certain amount to do with involving kindly older men in our 
games, they were much more likely to appreciate things for what they were 
and not feel that they were "owed" something more. Perhaps we are being a 
bit naive in our views to look at things this way, but on the other hand 
it has ended up working pretty well for us for many years. Much better 
than the early years of our marriage where we tried to live by the "normal 
rules" of society.



However, at this point in our relationship and in our games I also 
realized that if it were always just a case of "take Katie’s clothes off 
and show her to someone" that it would eventually lose its appeal to her. 
This was more than just a game. It was getting her to open up to me and to 
herself. It was allowing her to be someone she had never been allowed or 
allowed herself to be. I was amazed at the changes in her and proud of her 
for making the effort. We had come a long way from a relationship that was 
literally falling apart before our eyes. Yet it was not hard to notice 
that she tended to prefer the more intimate episodes where we exposed her. 
She did not just want to flash her breasts to the crowd and run away. 
Although not exactly shy, Katie is not typically the wild type to begin 
with. She seemed drawn to the opportunities for showing off to one person 
or a small group and having the chance to get their personal feedback. It 
had to last long enough that both she and anyone else involved could get 
comfortable with the experience of her being naked. It wasn't just a 
quick, cheap thrill.

And all of that was certainly understandable. Katie had come a long way. 
WE had come a long way and our relationship had come a long way. Yet Katie 
was still adjusting to this whole thing and needed the encouragement. I 
fully realized that she wanted the intimacy in a large part due to her 
background. She needed the person to understand and accept what she was 
doing. She did not want to feel that someone was using her to get off or 
have some creep following her home or making demands of her. 

Even back after the episode where Katie had masturbated for Greg while we 
were hiking at the state park, she had brought up the question of 
commitment in her flashing. She did not want to consider the possibility 
of seeing someone again after having them see her naked because she was 
not sure that the familiarity would not lead to the boundaries continually 
being pushed further with each episode. She also felt very strongly about 
being touched for similar reasons, that it would break down the barriers. 
Still, she questioned what it would be like to have him touch her or how 
he would react if we saw him again. She knew where her boundaries lie and 
got anxious when things moved towards one of those boundaries. In time, it 
was not that her boundaries changed or went away but just that she relaxed 
more as long as the boundaries were maintained.

All of these thoughts were flying through my head as this torrent of 
thoughts and feelings had poured from Katie on this drive home I knew that 
things had to continue to develop or Katie would lose interest. She wanted 
this intimacy out of an encounter but was afraid of what commitments it 
might bring. I knew that this conflict would probably end up ruining the 
experience for her, not being able to get what she fully needed out of 
exposing herself. In a way, all of what she had been saying was a relief 
because she had found a way to find her intimacy while still being able to 
maintain distinct boundaries. If we could involve someone that Katie felt 
comfortable with and could be "intimate" with, but without the issues of 
involving a total stranger and wondering where things would lead we could 
continue to let our games evolve. Of course, there were a whole different 
set of "commitment" problems with involving a friend, but if there was any 
chance of it working we would have the best possible chance with Larry and 
Sharon. Although none of us could fully control the eventual outcome, if 
we understood each other's feelings and desires at the beginning we could 
hopefully keep it from tearing everything apart. I think that at the time 
I was not really thinking about the possibilities of anyone getting 
sexually involved. I figured that with being married, we all could fool 
around a bit with getting naked or playing games but it would be unlikely 
that it would evolve any further.

Fortunately, Katie's outpouring of thoughts and feelings did not 
completely catch me off guard. Despite all of the thoughts and feelings 
swirling around in my own head I was able to recover and not let the 
silence draw out too long. I knew that Katie would be a bit uncertain as 
to how I would react and the longer I went before speaking the more chance 
she would fear that she had gone too far.

I started off by telling her, "My dear, you are incredible. You never 
cease to amaze me and I will always love you for it." I could almost hear 
the sigh of relief from her. I assured her that I understood where she was 
coming from and could identify with her feelings. We then began to talk 
about whether there was any reality to the idea of including Larry and 
Sharon in our games. Despite her bold words, I knew that Katie would not 
do anything to jeopardize our friendship with Larry and Sharon and we were 
both a little concerned about how it would be received. We were very close 
with them and were able to joke and tease about things, but it is hard to 
say where people draw their lines. Katie also admitted that she was not 
completely sure that she could go through with it if there was any doubt 
about what it would do to our friendship.

In talking, we decided that it would be best if the initial attempt was 
made to look like an accident. We worked out a plan where the possibility 
was set up on both sides, but to leave things open enough that it would be 
somewhat spontaneous. I suggested that the next time that Larry and I got 
together to go out for a beer, we could stop back by the house for some 
reason. Katie could be coming out of the shower, not expecting anyone to 
be with me, and walk out into the open in the nude. I pointed out that the 
ball was entirely in her court. If we got home and she was sitting there 
watching TV, Larry would never know the difference and she would not be 
expected to perform. We finally agreed that we would try this and see 
where it went.

Since we had just been out together, it was a couple weeks before Larry 
and I got together again. On the appointed night, I went over the details 
with Katie before I left to meet him. With the kids, Larry usually made an 
early night of it and was home by ten. I could suggest that we stop by the 
house for something, which would mean that we would be back around nine to 
still give him time to get home. I let her know that she had complete 
control. She could be fully clothed in front of the TV if she did not feel 
comfortable with it, she could be in a skimpy towel if she was feeling 
playful but did not want to go the whole way, or she could just go all the 
way. The choice was up to her. I gave her a kiss and was on my way.

Larry and I had our usual conversations about what was up with our jobs, 
asked about each other’s families, told each other the latest stupid jokes 
we had heard, and all the usual crap guys talk about while drinking. He 
brought up that some of the guys he worked with had told him about a 
nearby bar with dancers every Friday night. They only went down to a 
g-string and pasties, but he said that we should check it out sometime. 
That seemed like a perfect lead in to what Katie and I had planned for him.

I quickly decided on a slight change of plans and decided to take Larry 
into my confidence a bit. Jokingly, I said that although we could not take 
advantage of that this evening, we could stop by my house to see if we 
could catch Katie in her nightgown or something. Larry laughed and said 
that he would not mind seeing that. When I said we should get going then, 
he stopped me and said that he had not thought that I was really serious. 
I said sure, why not? He asked if Katie would get upset. I told him that 
he and Sharon were practically family and that Katie would probably get a 
kick out of it. I could tell that he did not quite believe me, but I guess 
that he figured that it was my neck if I wanted to stick it out. We paid 
our tab and headed back to my place.

Driving home, I wondered if Katie was really going to go through with it. 
We arrived at the house and I parked in the driveway. Larry parked out 
front and I walked out and waited for him to join me. We walked around to 
the back of the house and I let us in the back door. I was sure that if 
Katie was paying attention she would know that we had arrived and I tried 
to stall a bit so that she would have time to set up. When we were inside 
I could hear the shower running and gave Larry the thumbs up. I grabbed us 
a couple of beers from the fridge and motioned for Larry to quietly follow 
me into the living room. I poked my head back the hallway to let Katie 
know I was home, flipped on the TV, and then sat down to see what would 
happen. The way that our living room is set up, neither of us could see 
back the hallway. I was in an armchair that had its back to the hallway 
and Larry was on the couch, around the corner from the hallway. Katie 
would be able to see me as she came out the hallway, but would have to 
come around the chair before she could see Larry and before either of us 
would really be able to see her.

Awhile later I heard the water go off and knew that the moment of truth 
would soon be upon us. A couple more minutes and I heard the bathroom door 
open followed by Katie coming down the hall. Larry saw her first but I was 
pleasantly surprised a moment later when I saw that she was actually fully 
naked! Her act was perfect, she was pretending that she was not really 
paying attention as she finished drying her hair with a towel as she 
walked out. She suddenly looked up, "saw" Larry, said "Whoops!" and 
scurried back down the hallway, saying that she would be back in a moment. 
I was disappointed that it did not last too long, but was grateful just 
for the fact that she had chosen to go fully nude and figured that it that 
it was a good start. I knew that with each new phase that we entered that 
I had to be patient and let Katie do things in her own time and own 
comfort level.

She came back down the hall a few minutes later with her white terry-cloth 
robe on. She apologized to Larry, saying that she had not realized that I 
was not alone and hoped that she did not embarrass him. She gave me a 
playful swat and told me to warn her next time. Larry told her that she 
should not worry, no harm was done. Katie went to get herself a beer and 
joined us a minute later. I figured that the show was over and hoped that 
it went well enough that I could get Katie to go a bit further next time.

As it turned out, Katie had other plans. After she had asked about Sharon 
and the girls, she said that she hoped that Larry would not get in trouble 
with Sharon over what had happened tonight. Larry said that it was not 
that big of a deal and he knew that Sharon would have a problem with an 
accident like that. His only regret was that he wished that it had lasted 
longer, he barely got a chance to register what he was seeing before she 
ran off. With a grin, he said the only thing he could still recall was her 
bare little butt. Katie returned his grin and told him that possibly could 
be arranged, but only if he was positive that Sharon would not object. 
Larry said that it wasn't like he was seeing that much more than when she 
would wear her bikini and for as long as we all had been friends he could 
not imagine Sharon having a problem with just seeing Katie naked. "Well, 
if that's how you feel," she said, "This robe IS getting a bit warm..." 
Having said that, she undid the tie of the robe and opened it up a bit 
before slipping it off her shoulders and arms. Her motions caused it to 
slide off her legs as well and as simple as that she was sitting there 
fully naked in front of Larry and me.


Larry complemented her on her body and said that she was even more 
beautiful than he had imagined. Katie thanked him and picked the 
conversation up where it had left off. She seemed totally at ease with the 
situation, but I could see that her nipples were hard little nubs and 
there was a flush across her chest between her breasts. She was totally 
aroused! We just sat around talking like nothing was out of the ordinary 
until Larry said that he had better be going. Tuck the kids in and all 
that. We are all close friends, so hugs and kisses are customary when we 
say goodbye. Katie made no move to pull her robe back on to see Larry to 
the door. She gave him a hug and a kiss and I saw his hand rub her little 
ass while he hugged her back. She finally made a comment about neighbors 
and moved back from the door when I opened it. She picked up her robe and 
headed for the bedroom while I walked Larry out to his car.

We talked for a few minutes more and then Larry told me that I had quite a 
wife there. He admitted to being a little bit surprised at what had 
happened, but that he appreciated that we felt that comfortable with him. 
I agreed with his comments about Katie and joked that he would have to see 
if he could get Sharon to return the favor. He laughed and said that he 
might have to see what he could do. I commented that we had better be 
careful or this could get serious. He laughed again and said it could, 
couldn’t it? I think that we had similar thoughts going through our heads 
at that point. I waved him off and headed back inside.

Katie had come back out to the living room while I was outside and was 
waiting for me on the couch, fully naked once again. When I walked over to 
her, she started undoing my pants. When she had my cock out, she looked up 
at me for a moment and said, "I wonder what Larry would have done if I 
started doing this to him? I guess that would have been a bit forward, 
wouldn't it?" She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, tickling 
its tip with her tongue. I told her about Larry’s comment and she paused 
for a moment to say that we would just have to see what happens before 
going back to work on me... 


Exposing Katie 012

I have to admit that there are times that I quite simply get obsessed with 
exposing Katie. It is as simple as that.

Quite a lot of the time, it does not even come down to being a sexual 
issue. Katie just looks so natural being naked that it seems to be a shame 
to cover her up with clothes. I love when she walks around the house 
topless, fully naked, or in whatever manner of undress and I only wish 
that we could extend the boundaries of where that casualness was accepted. 
I'd even settle if only she were able to be topless to the borders of our 
property. I can picture her out mowing the lawn or gardening in only her 
jeans shorts and sneakers, waving to the neighbors and people walking by 
on the sidewalk.

Of course, I'd always be tempted to push the limits and if they allowed 
toplessness I'd only be dreaming about having her out in the driveway 
washing the car as naked as the day she was born. If we lived someplace 
more remote instead of right in town we could probably get away with some 
more of this, but half the fun is in having people see her.

I have encountered quite a few people that say that if such things were 
generally allowed, it would become commonplace and you would not get the 
same thrill out of it, that you would become desensitized. I have never 
bought into that viewpoint. I don't see asexual societies or lack of 
interest in those parts of the world where women are allowed to swim or 
sunbathe topless or where nudity is more accepted. Further, for all of the 
years that Katie and I have been together and for all the years that we 
have been playing our games, I have never ceased to be thrilled by the 
sight of having her naked. Watching her in the morning as she gets out of 
bed and her naked little butt wiggles its way down the hallway to the 
bathroom is always special to me. I tell her that when we are in our 
nineties I will still delight in getting her naked. For whatever time may 
visit upon her body, I will only see the beauty of spending an entire life 
with the woman of my dreams. And that is not something I could ever 
replace with some fresh faced trophy wife half my age.

We had been having good luck with our "semi-public" exposure, Katie's 
nakedness out in the park or along the town streets. Of course, the 
understanding was that we were not really expecting to actually expose her 
to anyone. More just that the possibility existed that someone could see 
her. Still, she was getting pretty comfortable with the idea of being 
naked outside.

Likewise, we were having good luck with our "public" exposure such as the 
incidents involving the fishermen, George with our mattress shopping, and 
the barber. Yet these incidents were still pretty isolated from being 
"public" in reality. The incident with the fishermen was the only one 
where Katie actually walked into the situation naked and that first time 
out in the park with Greg was the only time that exposing her to someone 
had not even been planned. The other times we practically asked permission 
before she exposed herself to her audience.

Understand that these episodes here were not the only attempts that we 
made. There were several other situations that just did not pan out far 
enough to bother writing about. Either our initial gut instinct of the 
situation told us not to even attempt anything or the situation ended up 
feeling awkward and Katie did not progress beyond just some harmless 
flirting. We could include stories of all our failed attempts, but quite 
frankly I doubt that they would draw much interest. Likewise, there were 
other favorable incidents that just were not unique enough to warrant 
their own story as they were essentially just variations on a theme of 
stories that we have documented.

All of our adventures were each a definite step forward and I was patient 
with our progress. Still, I wanted to explore the possibilities of getting 
more public with Katie's exposure as well as being more spontaneous about 
it. We both wanted to see what people's initial, unprepared reactions 
would be.

We talked about some options and opted to start out with some attempts for 
Katie to show as much skin as possible while wearing just enough to keep 
her "legal." We had talked about actually exposing her, but we were both 
cautious about the consequences if someone took offense.

We had fun shopping for cutoff shorts, tube tops and halter tops, mini 
skirts, and such. A couple people got to see Katie as she came out of the 
changing room to show me her outfits. Not too much happened, though. The 
mall was pretty quiet that evening and there weren't really any men 
hanging around the women's sections of the stores, so there were not too 
many opportunities to show her off. But Katie also seemed a bit nervous 
about the outfits she was trying on. Somehow she just did not seem to be 
her natural self in them.

I think that should have told us both something. To put it quite simply, 
our attempts to take Katie out in public wearing these outfits failed 
completely. The thing that I loved the most was how casual and natural 
Katie was with her nudity. These outfits ended up drawing too much 
attention, practically screaming sexuality and announcing that she was 
trying to show off, thus destroying any semblance of her display being at 
all natural. In turn, Katie felt uncomfortable and nervous with the way 
that she was dressed and that blew any chance of her acting casual about 
the situation.

Ignoring these warning signs, we pressed on. I figured that Katie just 
needed some time to get used to the outfits. They weren't something that 
she would normally wear. So I suggested that we go out for our late 
evening walks with her wearing some of her new clothes. It is amazing how 
deserted our town's streets get later on in the evenings these days. When 
I was growing up it seemed that people took advantage of the cool evenings 
to sit or walk outside. Now we rarely ever encounter anyone else on foot 
other than people walking from their cars to their houses. They are easy 
enough to avoid just by slowing down and letting them reach their house. 
The people driving by in their cars are obviously not paying attention to 
much of anything other than their destination or we probably would have 
caused at least one accident by now. Judging by the flickering blue light 
coming from nearly every house, people seem to prefer to live vicariously 
through television and computer screens rather than getting out and living 
themselves. Some have complained that our stories do not come frequently 
enough. Rest assured that we are putting our time away from our writing to 
good use in actually living our lives!

We started off one evening with a pair of jeans shorts that Katie had 
trimmed into cutoffs and a white tube top that we had bought for her. The 
cutoffs could easily have been a lot more revealing, but Katie kept enough 
material in the crotch that they were not totally indecent. They did 
display a good amount of the bottoms of her ass cheeks, though. The tube 
top was actually too wide as far as I was concerned. It covered from above 
her breasts to nearly the bottom of her rib cage. I had been looking for a 
bandeau top during our shopping trip so that only the narrowest band of 
flesh would be covered, but we were unable to find what I was looking for. 
To me, the outfit really did not seem to expose enough. The tube top only 
left her shoulders and midriff bare and although the stretchy knit 
material showed her curves, it did too good of a job of hiding any sign of 
her nipples. Her shorts were good, but just did not seem to be revealing 
enough either. The problem was that if they were cut off any more they 
would be too revealing, showing off more than we could get away with in 
general public.

I still had to play, though. When we were suitably far away from our 
house, I talked Katie into making a couple alterations to her outfit. I 
helped her fold the bottom of the tube top under itself to decrease its 
width and show off more of her belly. I then got her to undo the button of 
her shorts, lower the zipper, and roll the waistband down a bit. Although 
still not exactly the look that I was searching for, it was a step in the 
right direction. At first I was a little concerned that with her shorts 
undone, that they would work their way off her hips and slide down. Ok, 
maybe concerned is not the word as having Katie's shorts falling off would 
not necessarily be something I'd consider to be a bad thing. Since I was 
concentrating on watching her shorts, I almost missed the real show.

Both of us keep pretty active and Katie keeps herself very fit and trim, 
including working out with weights. Not muscle bound, but enough to keep 
her toned. Apparently her lats were defined enough that with natural 
movement the tube top wanted to work its way downward and her small 
breasts did not provide enough resistance to keep it in place. A couple 
blocks and the top edge of the tube top was working its way down the swell 
of her breasts and slowly approaching her nipples before I noticed the 
change. As we continued walking, I casually asked her to stretch her arms 
over her head for a moment. She went ahead and did it, asking me why as 
she did so. I was rewarded as her breasts both popped free of the tube 
top. When I didn't answer her, she gave me a look and lowered her arms 
again, not realizing at first what had happened. We walked like that for 
about half a block before she realized what had happened. She just shook 
her head and commented that she should have known as she reached to pull 
the top back up. I asked her to leave it that way and after a moment's 
hesitation, she acquiesced and dropped her hands back to her sides. 
Walking further proved that the top had reached its equilibrium, it was 
not going to slip down any further. Lucky for me, we did not encounter 
anyone and Katie left her top down for the rest of our walk. As our walk 
brought us full circle and we neared our house again, she pulled the top 
back up and refastened her shorts.

For the next evening walk Katie dressed in a dark blue miniskirt and white 
halter top that we had picked out for her. If she wore the miniskirt low 
on her hips and was careful, she could just barely stay decent. She was 
definitely going to flash someone if she wasn't careful. If she pulled the 
waist of the skirt up her hips or did anything more than basic walking she 
was going to show something. Bending over, climbing stairs, or sitting 
down would have gotten her in trouble. In the interest of keeping her 
legally covered, she was going to have to wear knickers with the miniskirt 
in public, but I convinced her to go bare for our walk. The halter top 
could have shown some more skin and still been legal. Although the 
spaghetti straps eliminated the possibility of it sliding down, the thin 
cotton material did a much better job of showing her off. It did not cling 
to her curves like the tube top, but her nipples stood out against the 
fabric quite clearly and in good light you could see the shadow of their 
darker color.

Again I could not help playing and suggested that she ease the waistband 
up a bit higher. Last time we had spent much of our walk with her tube top 
down below her breasts, so I figured it was only fitting to give equal 
time to other parts of her anatomy. I encouraged her to pull her waistband 
up a couple more times until the bottom edge was about two inches above 
her crotch to leave the bottoms of her ass cheeks on display and her pussy 
peeking out in front. We walked a couple blocks like that before she moved 
to adjust the waist again. I thought that she was going to lower it, but 
she surprised me by pulling it up until the bottom edge of the skirt was 
at the top of her pubes to fully expose herself. I could not help myself 
and cupped her bare ass with my hand as we walked. She left her skirt that 
way for about two blocks before lowering it so that her pussy just peeked 
out the bottom again. She did surprise me by leaving it that way the whole 
way home.

We ended up making about a half dozen attempts at having Katie dress in 
these outfits. We went to a mall and a museum with Katie in her miniskirt 
and halter top. We went out to the state park and an outdoor art festival 
with Katie wearing a skimpy, tight, short, sleeveless sundress. We went 
for a hike with her wearing the tube top and shorts along with her hiking 
boots. The only episode that had any potential was the hike. The other 
ones got a lot of attention, but it was leering, catcalls, and whistles. I 
guess that we were being a bit naive about all of this and the response 
was to be expected if we had really looked at the situation. Katie has 
never wanted to be treated like only an object and before this we had been 
having pretty good results with our adventures.

This was our first major setback and we finally admitted defeat. We took a 
step back to look at the situation again. Katie's heart just wasn't in it. 
There are times that despite being willing and able, things still just 
don't work out the way that you plan them to. Our relationship had come a 
long way and I think that was pretty clearly illustrated in that our 
temporary setback merely led to discussion instead of an argument. As we 
discussed the issue, Katie admitted that she actually felt more exposed 
and on display wearing these clothes even though all the "naughty bits" 
were fully covered. She'd feel more comfortable wearing casual clothes 
even if someone could actually see something. That comment turned the 
conversation around and we began to talk more along the lines of actually 
showing something but doing it "accidentally" rather than dwelling on just 
the highest percentage of bare skin.

Katie is pretty casual in her dress around home but feels a need to be 
more "proper" in public. As I said earlier, my wish was that we could 
extend the boundaries of where Katie could dress like she did around the 
house and that is where I made the mistake in pushing her into buying and 
wearing these outfits. These outfits really had nothing to do with the way 
that she dressed around the house or anything to do with her "style."

So we started off again slowly. I knew that I had to rebuild Katie's 
confidence a bit after what I had put her through. I have mentioned that 
Katie is particularly conscious of her nipples. Personally, I find her 
nipples to be incredibly sexy. Not to mention that they level the playing 
field a bit. If a guy gets aroused, he gets an erection and you can tell 
from across the room that he is aroused. A woman's arousal is not so 
obvious. She can easily fake disinterest. Katie cannot fake disinterest. 
Her nipples are noticeable when she is not aroused. They are readily 
apparent when she is cold. And there is absolutely no mistaking when she 
is aroused. When she is cold they stand at attention but when she is 
aroused her nipples and aureolas get darker, her nipples get half again as 
big, and even her aureolas swell.

Katie is a small person. Compared to some basketball players I am not 
unusually tall, but at 6'-2" I tend to dwarf Katie at times. For the most 
part, that is not an issue in our relationship. There are a few things 
that are affected by our height difference. I'd like our kitchen counters 
to be a bit higher than standard while she would like for them to be lower 
than standard. Unless she puts the seat back after driving, it is a real 
chore for me to try to slide the seat back before I get in. But for the 
most part I love how we fit together (as well as in ways other than what 
you were just thinking!).

But Katie is small, not just short. She is proportioned well. For her 
height, her arms and legs look long. Flat tummy and small but well-rounded 
breasts with no sag to them at all. She's an A-cup, so there is virtually 
no reason for her to wear a bra for support reasons. I remember being 
somewhat puzzled when we first met and I was getting to know her. Some 
people say that I can be a little too analytical at times, but it would 
seem to me that if you were concerned enough about how well you were 
endowed to wear a padded bra that you would wear it consistently. It made 
no sense to me that she would wear it one day only to prove that it was 
padded by not wearing it the next. To me, the padding only looked 
unnatural to begin with and even more so because it changed back and 
forth.

My confusion only grew as we got to know each other better. Despite some 
depreciative comments about her figure, Katie did not seem to have any 
actual desire for bigger breasts and in private she was quite relieved to 
be able to take her bra off at the end of the day, readily admitting that 
it was constricting and uncomfortable. When our relationship reached the 
point that I felt I could comment on such things, she was always evasive 
whenever I would make any comments about just not wearing a bra. I only 
learned the real reason for her padded bras one time when we were getting 
ready to go out and I suggested that she should go bra-less. It was a nice 
warm summer evening and we were going out to dinner at a nice little place 
with a deck. Katie had put on a sundress and it just looked so light and 
airy that it seemed a shame to have on that constricting bra. Katie 
resisted when I suggested she take it off and go bra-less, but was still 
evasive about why. I continued to push a bit and she finally made a 
comment about people being able to see her. The sundress was of a light 
material, but it was nothing that you could see through and I pointed that 
out to her. It took some more prodding before she finally said that people 
would see her nipples. At first I misunderstood, still telling her that 
you could not see through the fabric, until she made a comment about that 
someone could put someone's eye out. By this point in our relationship I 
was quite familiar with her nipples. Besides the advantages of knowing 
when she was aroused, they were also very sensitive and I loved to lick 
and suck at them as it was the easiest way to get her aroused. There are 
times when I can almost get her to orgasm just by playing with her nipples.

By this point the conversation was reaching the point of turning into an 
argument, so I just let it drop. But it led to what seemed to be a logical 
point to me, that of pointing out other women's nipples to Katie to prove 
that it was not that big of a deal to show them off. My point was that if 
she was a bit less self-conscious about it, that although other people 
would look it would not be that big of a deal. That course of action DID 
lead to a couple arguments about the fact that I was taking such an 
interest in other women's nipples. I tried to explain that I was not 
interested in other women's nipples, that I was interested in Katie's 
nipples, and that I was only trying to prove the general acceptance of 
nipples so that Katie wouldn't hide hers all the time. All I accomplished 
was to dig my hole deeper so I eventually let the subject drop. It is a 
wonder that we made it through those early years and I am only thankful 
that we had the perseverance to stick with each other long enough for 
something truly beautiful to develop.

So I found it a bit funny that even though people had seen Katie totally 
naked, even though a couple people had watched her get herself off, yet 
still she insisted on wearing these padded bras in public. Granted, she 
wasn't as strict about that as she used to be and I understood her desire 
to hide her nipples in certain situations such as at work and other places 
where a certain modesty was appropriate.

So, I'll try to get back to the story from this tangent. After some 
thought it seemed to me that this may be a place to start again on our 
public exposure. I picked up a simple small white T-shirt for Katie. The 
material was thick enough that it was not see-through, but it would be 
snug enough to show off the form of everything underneath.

I pulled the shirt out one Saturday morning as we were getting ready to 
run some errands out to the local garden center and home improvement 
warehouse. Jeans and a T-shirt would not be at all out of place, so I was 
hoping that Katie wouldn't be self-conscious about the shirt. I held it 
out for her as she was pulling on her jeans. Katie rarely wears knickers 
with jeans and I had made sure that today was no exception. With her jeans 
pulled up yet still unfastened, she paused to take the shirt from me. 
Personally, I wanted to just take her out on our errands dressed the way 
that she was at that moment. Topless in jeans is a particularly good look 
for her. She held the shirt up and then looked at me. "You're not going to 
let me wear a bra, are you?" she asked. I just shook my head. She rolled 
her eyes at me, but slipped the shirt on over her head. The shirt was not 
skin tight, but stretched over her boobs and clearly showed off her 
nipples. She stepped over to the mirror to take a look at herself. The 
shirt fell over the top of her jeans, but you could tell that they were 
unbuttoned. She asked me if she should tuck her shirt in or not. When I 
replied for her to leave it out, she lifted the shirt to zip and button 
her jeans, then let the shirttails fall back down, and giving me a smile, 
asked if I was ready.



We decided to hit the home center first figuring that the morning would 
warm up a bit more as it went on for when we'd be outside at the garden 
center. Our plans for the weekend mainly were to do yardwork, clean some 
things up and get some new stuff planted. Other than that, I needed some 
hardware for a few small projects around the house and we wanted to take a 
look at ceiling fans while we were there. We decided to start out looking 
at ceiling fans and then pick up the supplies that we needed. Katie seemed 
perfectly at ease in the truck, not self-conscious at all about the way 
that she was dressed. As we made our way into the store and to the ceiling 
fan display I noticed a couple guys checking her out, but nobody went 
obviously out of their way for a closer look.

We had barely begun to wander around, looking at the different models, 
when a salesman materialized to ask if he could help us. It seemed that he 
couldn't help himself and I noticed his eyes dip to Katie's chest while he 
was asking that first question and I figured that we were in luck. He was 
probably in his early to mid twenties and he said that his name was Tony. 
Katie began to explain the style of fan that we were looking for and he 
was asking questions about the size of the room, what kind of lighting, 
and whether we wanted a remote. All the time I could see his eyes continue 
to dip from her face down to her chest and I knew that we had him hooked.

As he was looking up to point out a fan to Katie I took the opportunity to 
take a step forward as though I was getting a better look as well. 
Slipping between the two of them for a moment I brushed the back of my arm 
across Katie's chest. I could feel her nipples against my arm and knew 
that the contact would only make them harder. I stepped back away and took 
a quick glance as I did so, seeing that my efforts had been rewarded. The 
next time that he glanced down his eyes lingered much longer, finally 
dragging them away when Katie turned to ask him a question. It was obvious 
where he had been looking, but Katie pretended not to notice.

Katie took the next step when she asked if she could get a closer look at 
two of the fans. The fans were on display hung from a grid above the area, 
but it was probably ten to twelve feet up, much higher than normal ceiling 
height. Tony looked at her a bit blankly so she asked if there was a 
ladder or something that she could stand on to take a closer look. He went 
running off and in a few moments returned with a stepladder for her.

She climbed the ladder and just as she reached the point where her was 
about head level with Tony and me, she seemed to lose her footing for a 
moment. Tony instinctively reached out to steady her since he was closer 
to her than I was, grabbing hold of her leg just below her ass. As soon as 
she regained her footing, his hand dropped from her leg and he gave a 
nervous glance my way to see if I had noticed. I pretended to be not 
paying attention and he relaxed. Actually, I was taking notice of another 
guy watching the show from several feet away. He was pretending to look at 
the fans as well, but whenever he would lower his gaze from the fans he 
would invariably end up looking right at Katie. Katie asked some questions 
as she looked at the fan, then turned on the ladder to look over at the 
other fan that she was considering, again seeming to lose her balance a 
bit. Tony was quick to catch her again. This time she was facing more 
towards him, so his hand gripped her leg across her upper thigh. He gave a 
glance my way and seeing no objection from me, he left his hand on her leg 
to steady her as she faced away from the ladder. Steadying her had the 
added benefit of drawing him closer to her. His head was only inches away 
from her crotch.

Katie started down the ladder and managed to "accidently" rub up against 
him as she descended. She asked if we could move the ladder over to the 
other fan so that she could get a closer look at it. Tony obliged and she 
was soon scaling the ladder again. This put us closer to the other guy 
watching us as well. Tony wasted no time in reaching out to steady her on 
the ladder. His hand rested on her leg just below her ass, practically 
cupping it. I also noticed that he did not have a firm grip on her leg, 
instead he left his hand somewhat loose so that as Katie moved she would 
rub herself against his hand. I noticed the other guy give me a glance to 
see if I was paying attention to what was happening to my wife. I did my 
best to pretend that I was not paying attention, all the while getting 
turned on by the attention these two guys were giving my wife. After 
looking at the second fan for a few moments, Katie once again turned 
around to look over at the other fan. As she turned, Tony raised his hand 
a bit so that it slid across her one ass cheek and came to a rest on her 
hip. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other guy give me a glance to 
see if I was noticing the increasing liberties that the salesguy was 
taking with my wife.

Katie finished her review of the fans and started down the ladder. As she 
descended, Tony's hand slid up to her waist to help steady her. When she 
reached the bottom, she hopped down the rest of the way and I saw his hand 
slide across her breast for a brief moment. Katie stepped back, limiting 
his chance to really cop a feel, and thanked him for all of his help. She 
said that we'd have to think about the options, but asked if he got a 
commission and whether we should ask for him when we came back. Tony told 
us that he did not get commissions, but that we certainly could ask for 
him if we needed any more help. Absolutely no doubt on his intentions with 
that comment!

We both thanked him again and headed over to the hardware area as he drug 
the ladder off to wherever it was stored. As I was picking out the bolts 
and other fasteners that I needed for a few projects, I saw the other guy 
that had been watching our show at the ceiling fans walk down the aisle 
past us. I pointed him out to Katie and told her that she had an admirer. 
I suggested that she make a show of tucking in her shirt for him. A few 
moments later she stepped back away from me as she waited for me to 
collect my parts so I did not get to watch her performance myself. She 
told me that she made sure to do a good job of tucking her shirt in, 
pulling it tightly across her breasts and thrusting her chest out as she 
sucked her stomach in. I collected the things that I needed and we headed 
to the lawn and garden section.

A quick look confirmed that our voyeur was following us and that started 
to make me a bit nervous. Although I could not really blame him for trying 
to get more of a show and I had to admit that I only encouraged him by 
getting Katie to tuck her shirt in, I guess that my instincts to protect 
Katie were beginning to take over. I guess that it can be a fine line at 
times. On the one hand I get a definite thrill in showing her off and I 
have no problem with people looking if they will treat Katie nicely and 
she is not going to come to any harm. On the other hand I have to admit to 
getting nervous about situations where people may not understand the 
situation and not respect where Katie is coming from. Some people think 
that any woman willing to express her sexuality must be some sort of slut 
or less of a person. Just because I admire a nice sports car doesn't mean 
that I am thinking about stealing it or taking it for a joy ride. Perhaps 
I'm a bit naive to think that a woman should be able to express her 
sexuality without it necessarily being taken as an invitation to join in. 
Just enjoy the show and be thankful that you were given the opportunity to 
see something a little special that day.

I swung us into the kitchen display area with the mocked up kitchens and 
appliances and such. The area was open enough that it would be fairly 
obvious if he continued to just watch us. We spent a few minutes looking 
at appliances and cabinets, making sure that we were facing away from the 
guy. When I turned around he was gone, realizing that the show was over. I 
felt a bit relieved, something about him was just a little too persistent 
for comfort. The situation just had not felt right.

We made our way to the lawn and garden section and collected the things 
that we needed there; peat moss, fertilizer, and some root stimulator that 
we knew would cost more at the garden center. We paid for our things and 
headed out to the truck and got everything loaded up.

We had a bit of a drive to the garden center, so we talked during the 
drive. Katie had noticed the other guy watching us, but she was not as 
concerned about his intentions. I guess that at times I am a bit more 
concerned because I feel that since I am the one encouraging her to act 
this way, it is my responsibility if anything goes wrong. As much as it 
turns me on to play these games, I'd never forgive myself if she ended up 
getting hurt either physically or emotionally. I guess that it is the risk 
of doing such things, but I do my best to minimize those risks.

We spent most of our time discussing what kinds of plants we were looking 
for. Gardening is one of our shared hobbies and we are both pretty 
passionate about it. There are times when it seems like all you are doing 
is trying to keep ahead of the weeds, but we generally enjoy being outside 
for any reason so working in the soil and just having the gardens almost 
as extended rooms to the house through the summer is a great benefit to 
us. So we talked about getting some annuals to put in since the spring 
bulbs were finished for the season and look for some accent shrubs and 
ornamental grasses for a couple areas.

The garden center that we usually go to had been around for as long as I 
could remember. Fancier places had opened up that catered to the Martha 
Stewart crowd with craft stuff and fancy buildings and all. This place had 
started off years ago as a farm selling produce in the summer. They 
expanded with a small nursery and just kept adding on over the years. What 
they lacked in fancy appearance they more than made up for in selection, 
reasonable prices, and lack of crowds. As they added on, the place became 
a somewhat jumbled arrangement of greenhouses with open spaces between 
them that you could practically get lost in. If nothing else, it was an 
interesting place to just wander around in to see what you could find.

We knew where we were going for the things that we were looking for, but 
decided to wander around a bit just to see what we could find. As we 
walked around, I could see several of the male customers checking Katie 
out and I think that the younger male employees were passing the word 
around about her because there seemed to a boy in a green shirt with the 
center's logo walking by every time we turned around. The staff was made 
up of the owners and a few older people, but then there were a bit over a 
dozen high school to college aged kids working there for the summer. Most 
of them were girls, but there were five or six guys and before long I 
think we had seen each of them walk past us at least once. Surprisingly, 
they all seemed to just want to walk by and take a look. None of them 
stopped to ask if we needed help or had any questions in order to get the 
opportunity for a longer look. So we contented ourselves with looking 
around and tried not to notice that the same kid was making his third pass 
by us.

Since we were slowly browsing, it was easy for them to plan their paths so 
that they could pass by us without being completely obvious. If we were in 
one of the greenhouses they would cross through it using the entrances 
closest to us. Outside they would come out of a greenhouse close to us or 
go down an aisle near us. As this continued, I was a bit surprised that we 
warranted this much attention. I figured that they would tire of their 
game after everyone got a couple looks at Katie. But as this continued it 
eventually got sort of humorous and our urge to just to play with them a 
little got to be too great. So when we saw that nobody was watching us, we 
quickly sprinted down to the other end of the row that we were in, crossed 
over to the next aisle, and resumed our browsing while keeping an eye down 
towards where we had been standing moments before. Sure enough, the next 
kid that came by was down where we had been. He came to a complete stop 
and started looking around for us. As soon as he saw us he turned and 
started towards us, then stopped and headed back the way that he had been 
going. I guess that he decided that it was a little too obvious. But a few 
minutes later another one came past our new location, which made it pretty 
obvious that they were sharing their information. We were pretty clearly 
the high point of their day. It was all that we could do to keep from 
laughing out loud at that point.

We continued our browsing and let two more guys make their pass by us when 
I suddenly had an idea. Once the guy had disappeared again, I grabbed 
Katie's arm and told her "Let's go." We again sprinted down the aisle and 
turned a corner at a cross path, going further down that aisle before 
coming to a stop. As we had been browsing, we had been working our way 
further into the maze of the place. We were in a space between greenhouses 
with larger items, ornamental grasses and some shrubs. I had not seen 
anyone other than the kids that were working there for awhile, no 
customers. When we came to a stop, I turned to Katie and told her to take 
off her shirt. I caught her by surprise and she let out with a startled 
"What?" so I repeated my request. She recovered quickly and pulled the 
shirt over her head, holding it in her hand by her side. I went back to 
casually browsing through the plants and after a moment Katie joined me.

At first she acted a bit nervous, but she quickly relaxed and acted like 
nothing was out of the ordinary. As I said, Katie in only jeans, bare from 
the waist up, is one of my favorite looks for her. She'd taken her shirt 
off before while hiking or on one of our late night walks in town, but 
this was probably the first that she had done so in such a public place in 
broad daylight and she looked fantastic! I was having a hard time trying 
to pay some attention to the plants that we were looking at while also 
taking advantage of seeing her like this and keeping an eye out for the 
return of the next guy to make his pass by us.

Luckily, I caught a flash of movement over by where we had been moments 
before and got to see his reaction. He repeated the routine of the last 
guy that was caught off guard by our unexpected relocation, coming to a 
stop and scanning to find us again. With the taller plants in this area it 
was not immediately obvious where we had disappeared to. We continued with 
our browsing as though nothing was out of the ordinary and our movement 
caught his eye. He must not have had a clear view at first, because he 
looked for a moment and then as Katie moved he did a double-take and then 
outright stared at her for a long moment. He literally shook his head and 
quickly headed back the way that he had come.

As soon as he was out of sight, I told Katie to put her shirt back on. She 
hesitated a bit at first, I think that she was enjoying the freedom. But I 
repeated my request and she had just gotten her shirt tucked back in and 
resumed browsing when two of the guys showed up together. I could picture 
the first guy racing back to his friend and telling him to come quickly, 
that he wouldn't believe this. They watched us for a moment before once 
again heading back the way that they had come. I figured that the second 
guy was probably giving the first a hard time, "Yeah, sure she was naked, 
in your dreams..." Katie picked up on what I was doing and had a silly 
grin on her face as well at the thought of our effect on these boys.

It could have been fun if we were able to flash just the same guy again. 
Sort of like the boy who cried wolf, his friends would think that he was 
nuts and never believe anything he had to say after that. But there did 
not seem to be any real pattern to the way that they were coming past us. 
Not like they had an order of appearance, taking definite turns. Even if 
they had been going in order, I'm sure that they would have started 
varying it as soon as they realized what we were trying to accomplish.

So I waited until a couple of them had come past and then I asked Katie to 
take her shirt off again but to be ready to put it back on quickly. As the 
last guy disappeared around the corner, Katie quickly pulled her shirt off 
then went back to browsing for several minutes before the next guy made 
his appearance. Since we had not relocated this time, he came out from a 
greenhouse pretty close to us. When he realized that Katie was topless, he 
hesitated for a moment. No doubt he was considering going back for his 
buddies, but he must have decided it was worth more to take advantage of 
the opportunity. He walked past us on the next aisle over, trying to act 
like nothing was out of the ordinary for fear of spooking us off. 
Likewise, we just went about our business like nothing was out of the 
ordinary as though not to call attention to the fact that we might be 
doing something wrong. The only thing that betrayed us was Katie's nipples 
and then we were betrayed only if someone was familiar with their 
indication of her arousal. They were a deep red and were as erect as I had 
ever seen them. I knew that I could probably bring her to orgasm just by 
rubbing my hand across them at this point and licking or sucking on them 
would send her over the edge in a big way.

The kid was oblivious to any of this. His only thought was most likely 
about his good fortune at the moment. I doubt that he thinking beyond 
that. He took his time working his way down past us, straightening out 
some plants and picking dead leaves off and such. We continued to look at 
the plants and talk between ourselves as he drew closer, doing our best to 
act like absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary. I was beginning to 
wonder if he would say anything, try to strike up a conversation or do 
anything. Then I began to wonder if any of his buddies would come looking 
for him when he did not show up for awhile. I had to admit that time had 
seemed to slow down at that point and he probably was not really taking 
that much longer than they had been taking before. I had figured that he 
would probably take the most time when he was directly across from us to 
get as much time up close as possible, but he seemed to get nervous the 
closer that he got and sort of ended up rushing past us. Once he was 
beyond us, he slowed down for a bit to take several looks back before 
picking up speed again and heading back into another greenhouse.

Almost before he was out of sight Katie was pulling her shirt back on and 
tucking it in. Sure enough, it was barely half a minute before the guy was 
back with two of his friends. Their disappointment was obvious when they 
saw that Katie had her shirt back on. They spent a moment or two talking 
amongst themselves before splitting up. This time they did not leave the 
area, though, but continued to "work" around us. I could see that as they 
straightened things up, cleaned off dead leaves, and such that they were 
all keeping an eye on the two of us. Actually, they were keeping an eye on 
Katie. I could have probably turned purple and burst into flame at that 
point and they would not have really noticed.

It was really kind of funny when you looked at the situation. It was like 
they thought that if they kept a close eye on Katie, they would catch her 
suddenly taking her clothes off or possibly that the clothes would just 
magically disappear. At first they kept a cautious distance, but as they 
worked the guy who had walked past us while Katie had her shirt off was 
making his way toward us back down the same aisle as he had been in 
before.

As he got closer to us, Katie looked up and upon finding him staring at 
her she gave him a smile and said hi. He gave a nervous, mumbled reply but 
could not take his eyes off of her. I could tell that she was still 
aroused and her nipples were practically boring through her white t-shirt. 
Still smiling, she cocked her head a bit to the side and gave him a 
questioning look. That only made him more nervous, but like a deer caught 
in headlights he could not seem to escape. He started to stammer a bit and 
finally managed to ask if she needed any help. She kept smiling and said 
thank you, but that she was just looking.


He seemed caught, though, like he could not look away. Katie just stood 
there returning his gaze, her head cocked a bit to the side in question 
and just continue to smile at him sweetly, waiting for him to continue. 
That only served to make him more nervous. Katie finally asked him if 
there was anything she could help him with. That was almost too much for 
him, he started stammering. With all the wells, umms, ahhs, you knows, you 
sees, the thing is, and buts I wasn't exactly sure if he did actually 
manage to say anything coherent.

The fact that he was talking to us attracted his two friends, though, and 
they started working their way closer to us. With his friends backing him 
up, his words started to almost come together. Still basically staring at 
Katie's chest with quick glances to his friends, me, and occasionally to 
meet Katie's gaze, he managed to get across to us that he "thought" that 
he had "noticed" that "possibly" she "might" have had her shirt off 
earlier and he wanted to make sure that everything was ok. The way he was 
saying it gave the impression that perhaps there was a totally reasonable 
reason for this such as she had a bug crawl up her shirt or something and 
had lifted the shirt to brush the bug away and that he had caught a brief 
glimpse from fifty yards away and now he was just concerned and wanted to 
make sure that the bug hadn't bit her. 

Katie just gave him a smile. If it was that he did not want his friends to 
know that he had spent at least five minutes appreciating her charms as 
she stood only a few feet away naked from the waist up, she'd play along. 
She explained sweetly that the day was so nice and it had seemed like it 
was fairly private back here, so she had taken her shirt off for a bit to 
enjoy the sun and fresh air. She frowned a bit and said that she hoped 
that she had not offended anyone and certainly hoped that she would not 
get in trouble for what she had done.

I could see what she was attempting with this and waited to see if he was 
smart enough to see the potential in what she was saying, that he could 
assure her that it was not a problem and actually give her permission to 
go ahead and remove her shirt if she so wished. As nervous as he had been 
talking to her so far I wasn't sure if he would pick up on it. He was 
still pretty nervous as he started to reassure Katie that nobody had been 
offended and that she was not in any sort of trouble. Ok, good start. 
Would he take the next step and tell her that it was perfectly fine for 
her to wander around topless?

He seemed to be regaining his composure as he talked and he relaxed more 
as Katie thanked him for his understanding and for not getting her in 
trouble. I have a feeling that he was just being gallant when he told her 
that it was not a problem at all and that she should not worry about what 
she had done. He almost had it. He had told her that it "had" not been a 
problem instead of telling her that it "wouldn't" be a problem, thus 
allowing her to do it again in the future. Katie saw her opening, though, 
and took it. Smiling sweetly, she thanked him for his reassurances and 
asked if she could ask a favor of him. He smiled back at her and told her 
to feel free. That smile froze on his face and one of the other guys made 
a choking cough as she asked if it would be a problem if she took her 
shirt back off, that she had really been enjoying the feeling of freedom 
it gave her. Seeing their reactions, she hastened to add that she'd stay 
out of the way of other people and perhaps he and his friends could keep 
an eye on things and warn her if anyone else was coming so that she did 
not "surprise" any other customers.

Katie's enjoyment of the moment was obvious and for that I was always 
grateful. As our games had progressed, I watched as she had started off 
doing these things for me and then began slowly to enjoy them more as she 
saw the pleasure that they gave me and then finally when the moment came 
where she reached the point where I could see that she was taking an 
obvious personal pleasure in what she was doing. As with any shared 
interest in a relationship, there is a difference between a passively 
shared interest where one partner goes along because they know how much it 
means to the other and an actively shared interest where both partners 
find the pastime personally rewarding. A lot of the time, it is the 
actively shared interests that really bring a couple together.

I think that it took a moment before the kids began to understand what she 
was offering to them. Basically that she would walk around topless and 
that she was practically encouraging them to look under the guise of 
playing lookout for her. You could see the wheels turning as they began to 
realize what she was saying and then began to wonder if they could get 
away with it. It did not take them that long to reach a decision and the 
first guy said that he thought that they could accommodate her. He said 
that if we stayed towards the back areas of the garden center we could 
keep from bothering anyone. Of course, he said that he'd have to enlist 
the help of the other guys as well so that they could take turns keeping 
an eye out for us and not have management wondering where certain staff 
members had disappeared to. I had been wondering if they would share their 
newfound treasure or not. My guess was that they realized that if anyone 
missed out, somebody would get disgruntled and spill the beans to 
management.

Katie gave each of them a smile and thanked them for helping her out. When 
none of them made a move and continued to wait with expectant and slightly 
hungry looks on their faces, Katie gave a little laugh and told them, 
"Guys, I'd feel a bit self conscious just whipping things off in front of 
you. This isn't Friday night at the strip joint, just little ol' me 
enjoying the fresh air." She cupped her breasts with both hands, 
emphasizing "little" as she said it. "I'd appreciate a few minutes. Being 
polite and respectful is always appreciated. Maybe you want to check if 
anyone is coming and let your other friends know what is going on," she 
finished, giving them a smile. They got the point and headed off, checking 
back over their shoulders just in case she decided to change her mind. 
Once they were out of sight, she gave me a smile and rolled her eyes. I 
laughed as I drew her to me and gave her a kiss. "Have I ever told you how 
much I love you?" I asked. "Oh, a few times," was her reply. "Have I ever 
said how beautiful you are?" I asked. "Most often when I am either naked 
or on my way there!" she laughed. "I'm hurt," I told her with a mock 
frown. "I just feel that you are at your best as bare as the day God 
delivered you to this Earth. Clothes and makeup cannot improve upon that." 
"Aww, you're sweet," she replied and gave me a kiss. "You're misguided, 
silly, and definitely have some ulterior motives lurking around, but I'll 
concentrate on sweet and let the others pass." She gave me another kiss 
and then pulled away, saying that she wouldn't want to disappoint anyone 
if they came back and found her still fully clothed.

She pulled her shirt over her head and handed it to me, taking a few 
minutes to run her fingers through her hair. I slung the shirt over my 
shoulder, deciding that it would look more natural if she did not have to 
carry it. Unable to resist, I reached out to caress her breast and slowly 
run my fingers over her nipple. A shiver ran through her body and she told 
me that if I kept that up these kids would have a show they would not soon 
forget.

Reluctantly, I backed away from her a bit and let her collect herself. 
Really, I had no complaints and could hardly believe my good fortune. I 
had fantasies of Katie walking around topless in public for a long time. 
Ok, so this still fell into our semi-public exposure category. It was 
still a select few rather than just the general public at large, but I was 
not going to complain about the progress that we were making.

We spent about another hour browsing like that. In truth, it really does 
not make for exciting reading. Katie was naked from the waist up and 
looked absolutely fantastic and totally at ease. The guys took her 
admonition to be polite and respectful to heart. They would come by most 
often singly, but occasionally in pairs. At first, they would make their 
pass by us as before just to have a chance to gawk at her, but Katie would 
smile to each of them and say hello. It did not take long before instead 
of just passing by us, they would come up to us to say hello and talk 
about the plants around us or other small talk for a moment before moving 
on again and by the end they were actually looking at US instead of just 
staring at Katie's boobs. There were a couple times that they suggested 
that we head off in another direction to avoid other people and we browsed 
around accordingly.

We finally decided that we had better get on our way. We needed to get the 
plants that we wanted and get back to work at home or we would have wasted 
the whole day at the garden center just for the thrill of having Katie 
walking around topless. Not that there was anything wrong with that idea, 
mind you. The guys were understandably disappointed to find her with her 
shirt back on, but two guys quickly volunteered to help us get the items 
that we were looking for. They got a cart for us and helped us load our 
plants onto it. Another twenty minutes and we were on our way, promising 
that we would definitely be back again in the future.

I'm pretty sure that we made their day. Frankly, we definitely made my 
day! Although just going topless was fairly modest considering the times 
that she has gotten fully naked and even pleasured herself in front of 
people, it was probably the most open that we had been with exposing 
Katie. As I said at the start, my thrill is in getting Katie naked in 
normal, everyday settings and this pretty much fit the bill perfectly.

We got our purchases home and spent the rest of the day tending to our 
gardens and getting things planted. The day was beautiful for it. Clear, 
sunny skies with a cool breeze. I could not have asked for a better day. I 
knew that Katie enjoyed what we had done at the garden center as well, but 
I felt that she deserved a little extra for being such a willing 
participant. So when I headed inside to relieve myself, I grabbed the 
cordless phone and called for reservations at a restaurant that we both 
enjoyed. They were able to accommodate me and one more piece fell into 
place for the perfect day. I did not tell Katie about the reservations, 
preferring to save my surprise.

We had a great afternoon. The gardens looked great. The new plantings fit 
in well. And we just enjoyed spending an afternoon together working on 
something that we both enjoyed. I had been keeping an eye on the time and 
we were still in good shape to get cleaned up and make our reservations. 
We finished things up and took some time to walk around and look at all 
that we had done. We ended up standing in the backyard, just looking 
around at everything. I came up behind her, encircling her in my arms, 
looking over her shoulder at our day's work. She clasped my arms to her 
with her own and we stood in silence.

I finally broke the silence and told her that we had just enough time to 
get cleaned up. She swiveled her head around to look at me and asked what 
the hurry was. I told her that we would not want to lose our table, naming 
the restaurant. Her face lit up and she asked me when I had made the 
reservations. I replied that I always managed to fit a few extra things 
into my schedule when it came to my sweetie. Katie turned around in my 
arms to give me a hug, telling me that I was good to her. I gave her a 
kiss and told her that it was always my pleasure.

We headed inside and quickly stripped out of our dirty, sweaty clothes. 
I'm not going to say that it always takes Katie longer to get ready than 
it takes me, but she certainly appreciates some extra time. So I let her 
get in the shower first while I took our dirty clothes down to the laundry 
and took care of a couple other things. By the time I entered the 
bathroom, she was done with most of her shower and had shaved her legs. I 
noticed that she had trimmed and shaved some other things as well while 
she was down there. I got into the shower with her and helped her finish 
up, washing her back for her and then shampooing and conditioning her 
hair. I've learned that it is often the little things in a marriage that 
go the furthest and Katie definitely enjoys being pampered. I can always 
score quite a few points in the evening just massaging her feet for her.

She finished rinsing off and after giving me a quick kiss, she left me to 
my shower as she continued to get ready. I heard the hair dryer for awhile 
as I soaped up and rinsed off, then she gave me a wave as she walked back 
past the shower to go into the bedroom. I finished up in the shower, dried 
off, shaved, and dried my hair.

When I walked into the bedroom I was greeted with a pleasant surprise. 
Katie was standing at the mirror, doing her makeup. But it was her dress 
that caught my attention. I had bought her a dress from Victoria's Secret 
awhile back. It was a simple cream colored dress with a mock turtleneck 
collar, long sleeves, and a hem cut just above her knees. It would not 
have been anything particularly special except that it was a stretch-knit 
of the softest material that clung to her body like a second skin. I had 
only been able to convince her to wear it in public once before, although 
she had worn it at home for an evening that she cooked me dinner for my 
birthday. The time that she wore it out, she had insisted on wearing 
pantyhose to "keep things in place" as she put it. She had wanted to wear 
a bra, but finally agreed not to since it stood out under the material of 
the dress so prominently. Still, I think that she had a perpetual blush 
the whole evening and did everything she could to keep from attracting 
attention, wearing a jacket to the restaurant and doing her best to hide 
behind the table, her menu, or her napkin.

Katie was still getting ready, so I was not sure if she just had not put 
her pantyhose on yet or if she intended to do without. I took the fact 
alone that she had chosen this dress as a good sign and figured that our 
activities so far today spoke well for the chance that she would wear 
nothing under it.

We each finished getting ready and I was pleased to find that the extent 
of her outfit consisted entirely of only the dress and a pair of strappy 
high heels. I cannot explain how fantastic she looked to me at that 
moment! The dress fit her like a glove and showed off every curve from the 
swell of her breasts to cheeks of her ass. I'll take a woman's natural 
curves over any form of artificial accentuation, whether by undergarments 
or plastic surgery. If there was any one thing that I could ask for to 
prove my love for Katie, I would ask that she be able to see herself as I 
see her. I think that a lot of women tend to be harder on themselves than 
those around them actually see them. Every now and then she will wonder 
aloud what she ever did to deserve my kindness and patience. My only 
response is to wonder what I ever did to deserve to have this angelic 
creature as part of my life.

All that I could think of was my love for this wonderful woman as we 
gathered our things together and headed out the door. I stepped off the 
porch onto the steps before turning back to her and taking her hands in 
mine. Being a step down put us closer to eye level with one another. I 
sometimes joke that with our height difference, stairs end up being an 
integral part of our romance. I took a moment to look into her eyes and 
tell her that I knew that I never said it enough and that at times I got 
preoccupied with other things and did not ever show it enough, but that 
she was the most important thing in the world to me and that I never 
wanted her to think otherwise for one moment. Her eyes just melted as I 
said this to her and then took her into my arms and held her for a moment. 
Her voice choked as she whispered in my ear that she did not know what she 
had ever done to deserve me and was fortunate for the patience that I had 
shown her. I laughed and told her that I thought that I was the fortunate 
one for having her put up with all my crazy ideas and such. I said that 
there were moments that I had a hard time believing that this beautiful, 
tender, caring soul had actually chosen to spend her life with me. It was 
not her fault if people just had never given her the chance before.

I held her away from me a bit so that I could look into her eyes. They 
were getting a bit misty and my intention had not been to bring her to 
tears this evening. I gave her a kiss and brought my hand up the inside of 
her thigh, asking what she had on under the dress anyway. The spark 
returned to her eyes as she pushed my hand away, telling me I was terrible 
and that the neighbors would start talking if I was going to go around 
feeling her up on the front steps in broad daylight. With the risk of 
tears past, I turned serious again and told her that I had meant what I 
said about her being the most important thing in my life. With a shake of 
her head she told me that she knew, but that I was still terrible. After a 
pause, she added in a softer voice that she would not have it any other 
way.

We walked to the car and I opened her door for her. I caught her smirk as 
she made sure to demurely take her seat so as not to give me a flash. I 
went around to my side and we were on our way. We had a pleasant drive to 
the restaurant. I managed to contain myself, not even running my hand up 
her leg or trying to pull her hem up while I drove. Katie may indulge me 
my liberties that I take with her body, but it is not like I treat her 
like a piece of meat. I am not sure that I can convey the extent to which 
she really is my soulmate. I'd be totally lost without her.

Nothing says that your soulmate cannot be naked, though...

The restaurant is in an historic building in a quiet section of a nearby 
town. I have always hated "fancy" restaurants where both the staff and the 
patrons have that snobbish smugness about the whole "specialness" not as 
much of the experience of dining there but of the experience of being 
"seen" there. This place was not at all like that. The building had 
character, the food was excellent, and the staff and patrons had a more 
casual, relaxed attitude that spoke of fully enjoying the experience of 
dining there and not at all of any arrogance at this being THE place to 
eat. And eating there was definitely an experience, as "dinner" could 
literally take two to three hours from drinks and appetizers in the bar 
through a six course dinner!

I parked and went around to open Katie's door for her, helping her out. 
Again, she was demure and was the perfect lady as she got out of the car 
and took my arm as we walked to the entrance. The street was quiet, just a 
sleepy little town. A couple cars drove by and one couple passed us as 
they left the restaurant. I saw the man give Katie a quick look, but he 
could not give her much attention without being noticed by either me or 
his wife. We reached the entrance and I pulled open the heavy wooden door 
for Katie, then stepped into the cool dimness behind her. The building had 
been a hotel a century before and we entered into a tall entry corridor of 
wood paneling. A moment later a young woman came out of a doorway and gave 
us a smile, bidding us good evening. We gave our name and she checked her 
sheet of reservations. Checking our name off her list, she gave us another 
smile and asked us to follow her. We followed her down the corridor and 
through a door. The parlour was as dimly lit with an option of comfortable 
chairs or sofas arranged for couples or small groups or a long bar along 
the one wall with stools. There was a larger group of six people clustered 
together in the one corner and a few couples seated around. Two more 
couples were at the bar. I told Katie to pick a spot that suited her and 
that I would go get our drinks.


I approached the bar and waited for a moment while the bartender finished 
filling the order of one of the other couples. Although the staff did not 
exactly wear costumes, they dressed in a manner befitting the history of 
the building, just as the furnishings also spoke somewhat of days gone by. 
The woman that had greeted us had worn a classic ankle-length dress with a 
traditional print, sleeves to her elbows, and a scooped neckline that 
showed off her collarbones and a simple string of pearls. The bartender 
wore a white shirt with the sleeves gathered to his elbows and a dark vest 
with a paisley lining. Finishing with the other couple's order, he turned 
to me and asked for my pleasure with a warm smile. I placed my order for a 
pint of lager and an amaretto sour for Katie. He drew the lager from the 
tap expertly and then mixed Katie's drink. I thanked him, leaving a couple 
dollars in his jar before picking up my drinks.

Katie had selected what amounted to a wide chair, narrower than a loveseat 
but still wide enough that we could sit beside each other. I handed her 
drink to her and then took my place beside her. She snuggled up against me 
as she sipped from her glass. I took a sip from my own mug, relishing in 
its icy coldness.

In truth, the dim light worked against us from an exhibitionistic 
standpoint. Katie looked fabulous, but the full effect was probably not as 
obvious as it would have been under brighter light. Still, all that 
mattered to me at that point was that this wonderful creature that had 
agreed to be my wife was beside me, covered in only the barest sense, and 
that she was completely at ease with that. We talked quietly and Katie 
snuggled in closer to me. Our first drinks went quickly and when I went to 
refresh them I took a quick look at the menu, selecting grilled mushroom 
caps stuffed with crabmeat. The bartender fixed the drinks and said that 
the mushrooms would be brought out in a few minutes. I returned to our 
chair and Katie snuggled in against me as I sat beside her. We sipped at 
our drinks, continuing our discussion.

It did not take long for our appetizers to arrive. A younger guy brought 
them directly to us, approaching from Katie's side to bend over and place 
the plate on the table in front of us along with a few napkins and two 
small forks. He was the first to obviously take notice of the state of 
Katie's dress. He was discreet, but he took his time placing everything on 
the table, bending over beside Katie as he did so. Katie gave him a warm 
smile when he asked if there was anything else that he could get for us 
and she told him that for the moment we were fine.

As he left, I set my drink down and handed Katie a fork and a napkin. I 
picked up a fork for myself and holding the plate with the mushrooms 
between us we made short work of them while they were still hot. The 
mushrooms were perfectly tender and the crab stuffing was well seasoned 
with a bit of parmesan cheese included. They were delicious!

As we had been eating our appetizers, the woman that had directed us to 
the parlour had come and directed the large group and two other couples to 
their tables while another couple had come into the parlour. We finished 
eating and were sipping our drinks and talking for awhile before the woman 
came once again and directed us to our tables.

Rather than one large dining room, there were several smaller rooms with a 
few tables each. The largest room had perhaps a half dozen tables to seat 
maybe twenty-five people. We were directed to one of the smaller rooms 
that had three small tables set up for couples. Soft instrumental music 
was playing and the tables had enough room between them that some privacy 
was available for conversations. One other table was occupied by a couple 
about a decade older than us and the third table was empty. When we 
entered the room the other couple glanced our way, giving us a nod and a 
slight smile. We returned their smiles as we sat down. That was something 
of the nature of this place. It was rare to encounter anyone there that 
did not behave in a pleasant manner. It was as though the shared knowledge 
of the place made everyone friends.

We settled into our seats and the woman said that our waiter would be 
along shortly. The two of them must have passed each other at the doorway 
because our waiter arrived in mere seconds. I was not altogether surprised 
to see that it was the waiter that had brought us the mushrooms in the 
parlour. I could not say if we were at one of his regular tables or if he 
made a deal of some sort to get our table after seeing Katie earlier. The 
lighting was a somewhat brighter than in the parlour, so he did get a 
better view of her although it was limited to her upper half with her 
seated at the table.

He brought with him the first course of the meal, a plate of sausage 
filled pastries with cubes of melon. He explained that we would then have 
a rustic soup followed by salads and a sorbet before the entree. He 
described each of about eight entrees in detail including seafood, 
poultry, meat, and vegetarian options. To finish the evening, he said that 
he would bring a dessert tray around for our choice along with coffee or a 
nightcap. He left us with a menu of the entrees for our consideration and 
said that he would return with our soup when we were ready.

Katie and I enjoyed the pastries and finished our drinks as we talked. It 
was a totally relaxed and comfortable evening and our discussion flowed 
freely. The waiter appeared again with our soup and asked if we had 
decided on our entrees. Katie selected a vegetarian lasagna with 
portabello mushrooms and red peppers and I chose a glazed breast of duck. 
He complemented our choices and asked if he could refill our drinks. I 
asked his advice on a bottle of wine and he offered a couple selections. I 
chose one and he thanked us for our orders and left, telling us that he 
hoped we enjoyed our meal.

Soup is not generally something that is "wonderful" except after a cold 
day outside when it warms your very soul. This soup was wonderful without 
even considering its warming qualities. An excellent combination of 
vegetables, herbs, and a bit of meat. We ate at a leisurely, relaxed pace. 
The excellent food and the atmosphere of the restaurant just created an 
entirely pleasurable mood. You could not help but feel content, at peace, 
and thoroughly enjoy the company of the people you were with.

The salads came next, simple fresh greens with a set of small cruets of 
fresh made dressings. The waiter explained that they were a sun dried 
tomato, a honey mustard, and a balsamic vinaigrette. He stuck around for 
awhile, asking how we were enjoying the meal and whether we had been to 
the restaurant before. Although he spent more time looking at Katie than 
at me while he talked, it was not just a matter of trying to cop a look. 
The waitstaff was always pleasant and personable. We said that we had been 
there a number of times, but not recently. He asked if we had seen all of 
the dining rooms, that each was decorated differently, and gave a bit of 
the history of the building. We knew most of the story, but it was 
interesting to hear some of the details. He talked with us a bit more 
before leaving us to ourselves.

The salads were good and we both ended up trying a bit of all three of the 
dressings. Katie's favorite was the honey mustard while I preferred the 
sun dried tomato. As we were finishing the salads the waiter returned with 
two small cups of citrus sorbet to cleanse our palates. He said that he 
would be right back and returned shortly with our entrees. Both of them 
looked incredible and their appearance was only surpassed by their taste. 
The entire meal was the sort that you ate slowly such as to enjoy every 
bite. We each sampled from the other's plate, not being content to only 
experience our own selection. Katie was getting that content somewhat 
sleepy look from the meal and the wine. As we finished our entrees, I 
poured the last of the wine bottle and topped off both our glasses. I then 
raised my glass to Katie. "To the most beautiful woman in the world, the 
love of my life, my soulmate, to you, my dear." I toasted her. The tears 
welled up in her eyes as she brought her glass up to mine and clinked the 
two together. "You're good to me," was all that she could say. We sat in 
silence for a bit, both lost in our thoughts as we sipped at our wine.

The waiter returned to clear the dishes and seeing our silence and 
noticing Katie's teary eyes asked if everything was ok. That just brought 
the tears back and all that she could say was that she loved me so much. 
Wine tends to make Katie content and agreeable, but it can also bring out 
her emotions. The waiter looked a bit confused, so she tried as best she 
could to say that I was so good to her and that she wondered what she had 
ever done to deserve me. She finally ended by saying that everything had 
been so wonderful this evening and that she had a bit too much wine and 
that it was making her emotional as she reached for her purse and dug for 
a tissue. The waiter said that he was pleased that she thought the evening 
was wonderful, but that he felt a bit uncomfortable that it brought her to 
tears and said that if there was anything he could do to cheer her up that 
she need only ask. "No, no," she said as she dabbed at her eyes with a 
tissue. "I'm just being silly and emotional." He asked a couple times if 
there was anything he could do.

Finally he said all that he had to offer us then was dessert and coffee. 
Neither of us drink coffee and Katie was saying that she was too full for 
dessert. The waiter said that dessert was included with the meal, so 
perhaps she would like to take something with her. He cleared the table 
and said that he would be right back with the dessert tray. We had seen a 
bit of what was available when he had brought it around for the other 
couple in our room, but when he came back he went through all the options: 
cheesecakes, tiramisu, chocolate cakes, and such. I suggested that we 
share one tonight and could take the other home with us. So we finally 
decided on a slice of irish cream cheesecake to eat and have a slice of 
chocolate raspberry cheesecake boxed up for us.

The waiter placed the one plate on the table along with a pair of forks 
and said that he would box the other piece up and put it in the freezer so 
that it would be good and cold for the trip home. I pushed the plate over 
a bit so that we could both reach it easily and motioned for Katie to take 
the first bite. She took a small morsel with her fork and after bringing 
it to her mouth, closed her eyes as she savored the flavor. The cheesecake 
was wonderful. A fitting ending to an excellent meal. We at it in silence. 
Just savoring each bite and the exquisite flavor. With the cheesecake 
finally finished, we finished the last bit of wine each and sat back, 
thoroughly satisfied.

After a bit, the waiter returned to ask if there was anything else that he 
could get us. I responded that I doubted that there was anything on the 
face of the planet that could have made our evening any better than it was 
at that point and that I meant that as the sincerest complement that I 
could come up with at that moment. He gave me a slight bow and said that 
he was pleased that we had enjoyed our evening. He laid the leather wallet 
on the table with the bill and said that he would return with our dessert. 
After he left, I looked over the bill. There was a reason that we did not 
eat here often, but the evening was certainly worth it. I placed my credit 
card in the wallet and closed it once again. The waiter was back in a 
moment with a simple white box done up in a Victorian-style bow. He handed 
it to Katie and deftly picked up the wallet, saying that he would be back 
in a moment.

By this time we were alone in the room. The other couple had left while we 
were enjoying our dessert. Softly, I told Katie that I only wished that 
she could fully know the entire depth of my love for her. She gave me a 
smile and said that she doubted it could begin to compare to how much I 
meant to her. Privately, I'd argue her on that point, but I just took it 
as a complement. The waiter returned in a few moments and laid the wallet 
once again on the table telling us that he hoped that we would return 
again soon before departing once again.

I retrieved my credit card from the wallet, added in a generous tip for 
the waiter, and signed the check. Closing the wallet over the paperwork, I 
asked Katie if she was ready to go. She asked that we sit just awhile 
longer so that she could just drink it all in, saying that she did not 
want it to end. We sat for several minutes, just savoring the moment. Her 
eyes closed after a bit and she sat unmoving. Opening her eyes again with 
a bit of a start, she said that she guessed we had better get going or she 
was so content that she was going to fall asleep in her chair.

I stood and helped her from her chair. As we left the room, we ran into 
the waiter in the hall. Impulsively, Katie wrapped her arms around him and 
gave him a hug, thanking him for a wonderful evening. It caught him a bit 
off guard at first, but then he returned the hug warmly. Wishing him a 
good evening, we continued down the hall to the entry. In the entry hall 
we found the owner standing there waiting. I recognized him from our 
previous visits. He was perhaps a decade older than us, tall and thin with 
a pleasant face. He looked the part of a Victorian gentleman, wearing a 
smoking jacket and narrow wire rim glasses. He asked us how our evening 
had been and Katie gushed that it had been simply wonderful. Katie was 
positively glowing at this point in a way that was almost post-sexual. I'm 
sure that the day's activities, her dress, the meal, and the wine had all 
contributed to her contentment at that point. I could tell that the owner 
was enjoying the chance to stand there and talk to her and could see that 
he was not immune to the sight that she presented. Again, impulsively she 
suddenly wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug while telling him 
how wonderful the whole evening had been and thanking him for having such 
a delightful restaurant. Like the waiter, he was at first caught off 
guard, but seeing no objection from me and not wanting to miss the 
opportunity he then returned her hug warmly.

I could tell that Katie was in her special place at that point. She was 
content, sleepy, and the wine was having its effect. She was at one with 
everything. She finally parted from the gentleman, still thanking him for 
the evening. I put my arm around her and steered her to the door as he 
told us that he hoped we would return soon. "Most assuredly," I replied as 
I opened the door and we stepped out into the fresh night air.

The heavy door banged behind us and we walked down the sidewalk to the 
parking lot, bathed in the warm glow from the lights of the building. A 
train horn sounded off in the distance as the crickets chirped their 
songs. We reached the car and I unlocked Katie's door for her. As I turned 
to help her into the car, she gave a bit of a giggle. "I should have used 
the ladies' room before we left," she said. "Do you think they'd mind?" 
she asked as she pointed to a somewhat secluded spot behind a bush along 
the parking lot. I told her we could go back in, but she said that would 
be too much bother and made her way over to the bush. "Stand guard for 
me," she said with another giggle. The parking lot was not brightly lit, 
but there was more than enough light to see her and what she was doing. 
I'm not sure if it was the wine or whether she knew full well what she was 
doing, but as she bent down she slid her dress up well across her stomach. 
Much more than was really necessary and allowing me to see her trimmed 
pussy. Spreading her legs a bit and getting her balance, she let forth 
with a steady stream of pee that glistened a bit in the soft light. I've 
seen drunks of both sexes relieve themselves in alleys or other places 
before and it is rarely a pretty sight, but somehow there was nothing 
vulgar or indecent about what Katie did. She finished and wiggled a bit, 
standing up before pulling her dress back down and walking over to me.

I gave her a kiss and held her for a moment before helping her into the 
car. Walking over to my side she had already unlocked my door for me. I 
slid in and brought the car to life. Turning the headlights on you could 
see the puddle in the mulch where Katie had relieved herself. This brought 
another round of soft giggles from Katie as I backed the car around out of 
the space. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, but I think 
that Katie was asleep before I had gotten out of town. On the highway 
home, I looked over at her peaceful face many times and thought about how 
lucky I really was to have her.

She slept the whole way home, only waking when I turned the car into our 
street. She yawned and collected herself as I pulled into our driveway. 
Things were quiet with only the sounds of the night around us as we got 
out of the car. By the time that she had come around the back of the car 
to join me she had taken the dress off and stood there naked except for 
her heels in the pale moonlight. I gently took hold of her around her 
waist and pulled her to me, kissing her gently on the cheek, her nose, and 
then her lips. We must have stood there kissing like that for several 
minutes. It was late at that point and I doubted that anyone was paying 
any attention to our driveway at that point. Then I gently picked her up 
and carried her to the house. Setting her down for a moment, I fumbled for 
my keys and got the door opened. I picked her up again and carried her 
into the house and the whole way to our bedroom before gently laying her 
down on the bed.

I paused again for a moment to unbutton and remove my shirt and then laid 
down over her, hugging her body to mine and relishing in the feel of the 
touch of her skin against mine. We laid there and kissed again for several 
minutes before I rose again and finished my undressing so that I could lay 
next to her once again and feel all of her body against mine. We kissed 
and touched each other for a long time. No words needed to be said. I 
finally had to take things to the next level and bent my head down to lick 
and suck gently at her nipples. Shudders went through her body as her head 
dropped backwards over the side of the bed. I kissed along the undersides 
of her breasts and along there sides. Gently I nibbled at her shoulders 
along her collar bones and worked my way back up her neck to kiss her 
mouth. We kissed and relished in the salty flavor of each other's tongues. 
I broke away again and kissed down her neck, following a more central path 
between her breasts this time, stopping to lick at her nipples a bit 
before continuing down across her belly. I licked around her navel and 
lightly bit at the flesh there. I spent some time backtracking to kiss 
along the bottom of her rib cage, all the while rubbing my own body 
between her legs until she spread them and wrapped them around me, arching 
her back a bit to rub her pubis against me.

I continued my path of kisses downward, kissing to the line of her pubic 
hair before branching around her center to kiss along the crease where 
each leg joined her torso. With my hands I rubbed at the backs of her 
knees, getting her to pull them up and expose her sex to me. Finally I 
gave some small attention to it, blowing softly across its obvious 
wetness. A sigh escaped her at the faint touch and again I blew across 
her. I bent closer and kissed along the spine of her sex as I used my 
tongue to softly open her up. Exposing her clitoris, I blew softly across 
it and was rewarded with another sigh and a shudder. I licked across it 
gently and gave it little kisses. As her breathing became heavier and her 
shudders became stronger I strengthened my efforts. I felt her fingers in 
my hair as I worked on her swollen clit. Her breathing became ragged and I 
could feel her legs turn slick with her sweat. I probed along her clit 
with my tongue and sucked upon it, bringing her higher and higher with 
each passing minute. As I felt her legs tighten, I redoubled my efforts 
and could feel the first orgasm building within her. Sucking her clit into 
my mouth and lashing across it with my tongue finally sent her over the 
edge as she gasped and bucked against me. I kept my mouth wrapped around 
her little jewel and could feel it pulse as the waves of her orgasm washed 
across her.


As her body relaxed and her breathing returned, I gave her clit and labia 
little kisses. I could feel the little tremors go through her with each 
touch. Finally I began kissing my trail back up her body to reach her 
lips. I kissed her and she returned my kisses passionately. Her kisses 
sucked gently at my lips and I knew that she could taste herself on them.

I moved my body into position until I could feel my rigid member slide 
against her warm, wet folds. I nestled it between them, sliding the length 
of my manhood between her tender lips and feeling the stubble of her pubic 
hair against its head. I slid myself back and forth like this as I kissed 
her. Rubbing myself against her clit until I felt her tremble and shake 
for a second time. I could feel the heat and the increased wetness around 
my dick when she came.

Adjusting slightly, I slid down further so that the head slipped into the 
soft folds. Gently, slowly, I eased myself only slightly into her, just 
the head parting her lips and gaining entrance. There was no resistance at 
all. She was wet and warm and waiting for me. Slowly I slid my length into 
her until my balls lay against her and our pubes ground together. I held 
myself fully inside of her and kissed her. Laying down against her, I held 
her and gently rolled us over so that she was on top. She pushed herself 
up with her hands on my chest, rubbing them through the hair there. She 
drew her legs up and knelt over me, still impaled upon me but I could feel 
our bodies shift together at that perfect joining. She got herself into 
position and began to draw herself away from me, sliding apart and then 
back together ever so slowly. I snaked my hand down between us and managed 
to rest my thumb upon her clit. I stroked at it as she stroked herself on 
me.

The heat was slowly building inside of me, but once Katie is primed, her 
orgasms seem to come easier with every one. My stroking of her clit 
brought her to another and she ground herself down upon me as her head 
lolled forward and her hair traced across my chest. After recovering, she 
began to speed up the pace a bit and bobbed atop me. Still not with any 
real hurry, but with a steady rhythm. I matched my attentions to her clit 
to the new tempo and soon had her grinding herself against me as another 
set of tremors wracked her body. I could feel the sweat and her juices 
pooling across my hips and trickling down across my balls.

She increased her pace and I could feel her clenching herself around me, 
increasing the stimulation and seemingly attempting to milk the cum from 
me. Her pussy was on fire around me and I don't think that I had ever felt 
her so wet before. I was tempted to hold out as long as I could, but 
decided that I should just enjoy the moment. She was bouncing on me, 
stroking me with her velvet touch, and I was working at her clit with the 
same intensity while doing my best to keep my thumb on her little button. 
Her grip on my manhood was getting tighter and tighter and I knew that she 
was approaching another orgasm. The increased friction and the joy of the 
moment were too much for me and I could feel the cum building within me. I 
could feel my cock growing within her and knew that she sensed the coming 
climax as well as she began to slam herself against me with a frenzied 
lust. I gave up trying to keep my thumb on her clit and just rode out the 
wave as I exploded into her as I felt her whole body tremble with the 
shock.

I think that I actually passed out for a moment because then everything 
was quiet and her body was thrown across mine, still joined at the hips. 
Our hearts both beat heavily and our bodies were drenched with sweat. I 
wrapped my arms around her and held her to me. She stirred a bit, but made 
little effort to move. I drifted off to sleep holding her on top of me. I 
woke a bit later on, my erection gone but our juices still sticky between 
us. I thought of getting up and cleaning us up some but figured it would 
do little harm to wait until morning. She was still asleep, but I helped 
her to move a bit and put a pillow under my shoulder so that she could lay 
her head on my chest and I could hold her against my side with my arm.

When dawn came the light woke me. My arm was asleep and she still slept 
peaceably on my chest. I tried to move my arm a bit to restore 
circulation, but my movement woke her and she gave me a sleepy grin. We 
kissed a bit before taking stock of our situation. Our juices had dried on 
us and the bed, leaving a flaky crust to things. We ended up getting up 
and washing off a bit in the shower before stripping the bed and laying 
down a fresh sheet before climbing back in and cuddling up again. We 
drifted back off to sleep and woke again mid-morning. This time we got up. 
I threw on a pair of shorts and Katie slipped into a nightie to go into 
the kitchen and find some orange juice and split a bagel for breakfast.

That day and morning are still vivid in my memory and I count them amongst 
my favorite memories. The only downside was two-fold. For several days I 
had an ache in my shoulder, but that is not something I would dwell on. 
The second is that the slice of cheesecake never made it into the 
refrigerator and was not exactly worth eating by the time we remembered it 
in the car that afternoon. That problem was simply solved, though. 
Raspberry cheesecake made an excellent reason to return to the restaurant 
the next time! 

 
Exposing Katie 013

All in all, I was pretty pleased with the way that things had gone at the 
garden center. Despite my fantasies, I had not really expected that we 
would have the opportunity to have Katie just walking around topless for 
that long in a public place. Granted, it sort of fell into our usual 
"restricted access" public nudity, but I felt that we made some progress 
both by initially surprising the boys and then by really leaving it in 
their hands as to whom she was exposed. They could easily have brought 
back just about anybody that they wanted to have see her. Of course, Katie 
could just as easily have put her shirt back on and the show would have 
been over.

Although we both enjoyed our little adventure, our intentions had been to 
see if we could get away from our "restricted" exposure and see what some 
more "public" reactions would be. Really, a lot of this came out of 
Katie's "confession" of wanting to expose herself to Larry and Sharon and 
some of the questions that were raised when she subsequently did expose 
herself to Larry. The questions were not only of how far we could go, but 
how far we should allow ourselves to go.

All sorts of things go on behind closed doors and to think otherwise is 
just foolish. The question becomes a personal one of where to draw the 
lines? Not everyone is going to mark the same boundaries. For us, we were 
not looking to be swingers or anything like that. But what boundary do you 
make between that public life of family, friends, neighbors, and business 
associates and that of "play" time? Is it necessary to separate things 
totally? As Katie asked, do you bare yourself to a complete stranger and 
then a few hours later sit down to dinner with your closest friends and 
talk about the weather, kids, and whether you are going to go with the 
honey mustard or raspberry walnut vinaigrette salad dressing? Obviously, 
you are not going to stand up in Sunday School and announce to your fellow 
parishioners that you took your wife to the barber and watched while he 
shaved her pussy and expect them to pat you on the back and tell you that 
they are glad to have such people in the congregation. If they do, that 
must be some church! But is there a middle ground? Or are you forced to 
lead a dual life if you are going to even consider doing such things in 
your life but still maintain some semblance of decorum in your everyday 
life?

There was no way that either one of us would involve Larry and Sharon if 
we knew that it was going to harm either our friendship with them or their 
relationship with each other. Yet I was slowly beginning to realize my 
naivete when it came to certain issues. I really had not given much 
thought to where things would ultimately lead once I started down the path 
of exposing Katie to Larry. I have to admit that my initial thoughts were 
just that he would be safe. I knew that he would not be unkind to her and 
knew that with his relationship with Sharon that he would not consider 
cheating on her. What I wasn't seeing was that by involving Larry I was de 
facto involving Sharon. And in involving Larry AND Sharon I was involving 
another couple and that changed the dynamic considerably.

The lessons that I ended up learning were of the differences in how men 
and women relate to the world around them. You can work next to a guy in 
the office for years or see him every week at the gym and never know that 
he is dying of cancer or his wife is leaving him or some other such 
earthshaking event. Two women sit down next to each other on a bench in 
the mall and within ten minutes are talking about their kids, sharing 
recipes, and giving family histories to each other. Ok, so I exaggerate, 
but women definitely have a need to share more about themselves. This is 
what Katie began to explain to me, that she needed an outlet for what we 
were doing. Sure, it meant something that we were sharing all of this 
together and it was bringing us closer, but I slowly saw that it went 
further than that. 

Even if we only showed her to Larry and he kept that secret from Sharon, 
Katie needed someone to share her story with. The womenfolk try to make us 
feel guilty about what is talked about in the locker room or at the bar 
when it is just the guys, but let me clue you in on the fact that women 
share everything with their friends down to the details that would make a 
man blush. But these were realizations that I came to much later. Perhaps 
I should just stick to the story in the order of events as they happened. 
At this point, the only issue was that I began to realize that Katie 
needed a female confidant and the only question was whether we had a 
chance of successfully including Sharon and Larry into all of this or if 
we were doomed to hurt feelings and misunderstandings if we even tried.

So it may not have been the most straightforward or valid way to get 
answers, but what happened at the garden center was more than just a 
enjoyable episode for us. More than just that we had pushed the envelop a 
bit further with a few more people than before and in a bit more public 
place than before, but also that the guys had been able to treat Katie as 
a person even though she had her top off. And that gave us some small 
hope. It left us with the feeling that perhaps we were not totally out of 
line for thinking that we could expose Katie without it being a fully 
separate "sexual" life of ours.

Our initial failure with trying to have Katie's "play" accepted in public 
had been that we had dressed Katie up "slutty" and then were surprised 
when people reacted to her accordingly. I admit that I was being naive 
about things. I was basing my reaction on knowing Katie as a person first 
and then seeing her dressed in "hot" clothes. Anyone else, not knowing her 
as a person first, was forming their entire reaction to her based solely 
on how she was dressed.

The small white t-shirt and jeans looked wholesome enough at first glance. 
Coupled with Katie's natural demeanor, it came across as though she was 
unaware of the effect that her clothing was having on people. Even when 
she ended up topless at the garden center, she acted so naturally about it 
that the guys came to accept it as though it was not completely out of the 
ordinary. Don't get me wrong, I mean they obviously got off on her being 
topless but they were able to still see her as a person instead of just a 
pair of boobs. This is really what we were looking for all along.

So to continue with our success, we took an evening to go out shopping to 
try to come up with some more outfits that Katie could wear that would 
allow her to show off while maintaining some semblance of a wholesome 
look. The only thing to our disadvantage was that you can never seem to 
buy clothing for the current season. Just as the Christmas displays start 
going up before Halloween anymore, it seems like they have bikinis on 
display while there is still snow on the ground and winter coats when you 
could fry an egg on the sidewalk. The benefit to us was that the summer 
clothing that we could find was all clearance priced. The problem was that 
things were pretty well picked over and we really were not finding 
anything that seemed to work. Most of the stuff was pretty modest and it 
seemed that anything that was at all revealing was downright trashy, the 
dregs that nobody else would buy. Trash at half price is still trash.

So Katie ended up looking at things more with an eye towards what she 
would actually wear and was able to find some sundresses that she liked. 
She picked out a few and disappeared into the dressing room with her 
selection to try them on, coming out to model each one for me. One of them 
really appealed to her but she asked me if I could try to find it a size 
smaller. The size she had looked good on her but did seem just a bit 
bulky. While she went back in to try on the next dress, I looked around 
and did manage to find the dress in the next smaller size. I took it up to 
the dressing room and stood there for a few minutes while waiting for her 
to come back out. The dress had looked cute on her but with its ankle 
length, short sleeves, and modest neckline it wasn't anything racy. At 
this point I had resigned myself to the fact that we were not going to 
find anything "revealing" that evening and was just happy that the trip 
would not be a total waste if Katie found something "normal" to wear.

But standing there with the dress in my hand and absentmindedly looking at 
it, I realized that it was actually made up of two thin layers of fabric. 
Since the two layers were sewn together at the seams I could not get a 
real view through only the one layer of the outer fabric, but it seemed 
that it was translucent without being totally transparent. The wheels 
began to turn in my mind. The only problem was that Katie was currently 
considering the dress for "normal" wear and probably wouldn't take too 
kindly to having it clipped apart into something that she could only wear 
semi-indecently. I was just thinking that if the lining were cut out of it 
she could still possibly wear it with a slip if she wanted to stay decent 
when she came out of the dressing room. The dress that she was trying on 
looked nice, but did not have the same style to it as the one she tried on 
before, the one I was holding in my hand. She thanked me for finding the 
smaller size and disappeared back into the dressing room to try that one 
on. While I was waiting, I decided to make a quick search and was able to 
turn up exactly one more dress in that size. I guess that luck was with 
me. Looking at the pricetag, I decided that with the sale prices I was 
willing to pay for a duplicate to play with. I went back to wait at the 
dressing room, stashing the dress on a nearby rack where I could keep an 
eye on it without Katie questioning why I was holding it.

Katie came out of the dressing room and the smaller size definitely fit 
better on her. As it was, the dress actually looked pretty sexy on her as 
it was, in a wholesome sort of way. Yet I was already trying to judge how 
it would look with the lining cut out of it. From a purely legitimate 
standpoint, it was a nice dress and Katie looked good in it. The full 
length, sleeves, and modest neckline gave the dress a certain 
respectability. The sort of thing that I could see her wearing to a church 
picnic without any of the matriarchs raising a snit. But without a lining 
I could envision being able to see the silhouette of her body through the 
material and with the light cream color I wondered if you would be able to 
see a shadow of her aureolas and pubic hair through it. If we could strip 
the lining out of it I was pretty sure that it would do nicely, mixing 
respectability and indecency in just about the right balance.

Katie decided that this dress was the only one that she really liked, not 
knowing my evil intentions for its twin, and disappeared into the dressing 
room a final time to change back into her street clothes. When she came 
back out with the dress in her hand, I was standing there with its twin in 
my hand. At first she did not comprehend, thinking that it was the larger 
dress and told me that I could put it back on one of the racks. When I 
told her that this one was the same size as the one in her hand, I only 
confused her further and she told me that she only needed one. I replied 
that this one was for me and in the way her eyes lit up I knew that she 
had a brief mental picture of me wearing the dress, so I interjected that 
she would still be the one wearing it but that it would still be for me. 
She held the dress in her hand up a bit to look at it closer as she began 
to realize what I was saying.

She commented that the salesgirl was going to look at her a bit strange 
when she took two identical dresses up to the counter. I replied that I'd 
take the other one to a different register and buy it there and would even 
give her the money to buy hers since she was always so willing to indulge 
me. I fished a few bills out of my wallet and handed them to her. We went 
our separate ways and met up again several minutes later each with our own 
matching shopping bag. I told Katie that the salesgirl had even 
complemented me on my taste and had said that she was sure that my wife 
was going to love the dress. If she only knew my real intentions for it! 
We both had a laugh at that.

Altering the dress took some work and Katie ended up borrowing a sewing 
machine from her aunt to re-sew the seams after we had carefully cut the 
stitching apart to separate the lining. The work we put in just to have 
some fun! It did turn out nicely, though. Our seams were all smooth and 
you had to actually look closely at them to be able to tell that they were 
not original. Doing so was important because we both felt that if the 
dress looked "homemade" then it would be fairly obvious that any exposure 
was intentional. If the dress looked like it was bought off the rack, then 
perhaps Katie did not know how revealing it was?

When it was all finished, Katie put it on and wore it around the house and 
outside in the yard just to see how the dress looked and how much you were 
actually able to see under different lighting conditions. Some people 
would have you believe that a material that is totally opaque and decent 
suddenly turns completely transparent in sunlight or some other certain 
condition and you could see every detail of the person underneath. I'll 
admit that different lighting can make some difference, but I've never 
seen a dramatic difference that went from completely discreet to "every 
detail" under any normal conditions -- other than getting a fabric wet.

Under moderate lighting, the light cream color and minimal pattern of 
Katie's dress only kept her barely discreet. You could not see any detail, 
but if you looked you could see a bit of the shadow of her aureolas. The 
light color of her pubes combined with the fact that Katie kept them 
closely trimmed did not leave much to give a shadow down below, though. 
She'd have to wear a black thong to give people the impression that they 
were seeing her bush. Backlighting did a nice job of showing off the 
silhouette of her legs, but the light and the viewer would have to be 
positioned exactly for anyone to see the outline of her nether lips. 
Brighter lighting and especially fluorescent lighting did bring out the 
contrast of her aureolas through the material. It still was not to the 
point that you could really see any detail, but it was fairly obvious that 
she wasn't wearing anything else under the dress. The other benefit of 
removing the lining was that now there was only one thin layer of fabric 
covering her and it draped across her body in a more revealing way than 
the two layers had. Most noticeable was the way that Katie's nipples poked 
into the thin fabric. We actually switched back and forth between the 
altered dress and the original one a few times to see exactly what 
differences the lack of a lining made.

Katie did find an excellent way to show off when she stood over one of our 
landscape lights in the backyard after dusk. The dress lit up like one of 
those oriental paper lanterns, showing off her body quite clearly up to 
her waist. The waistline kept the light from traveling any further up her 
body under the dress, but if she leaned forward she could get the dress to 
fall away from her chest a bit and give some tantalizing illumination up 
to the underside of her breasts. So there was a way for the dress to 
become completely transparent and show her off in all her glory without 
resorting to rain or sprinklers!

For our first trip out with Katie's new dress, we ventured out to the 
local town park on a Saturday morning. We briefly discussed the odds of 
running into a neighbor or someone else that we knew, but decided that the 
odds of that happening were pretty low. Besides, the dress was not totally 
lewd and the whole point was to get people's reactions. We agreed that the 
dress was not indecent enough to warrant any really slanderous comments 
around the neighborhood if she was seen in it.

We parked the car and started out just walking around, holding hands and 
talking like any other couple in love. Katie was wearing her dress 
(obviously) with a pair of white Keds for a casual look. I was wearing my 
usual jeans along with a knit shirt. Katie gives me a certain amount of 
grief at times for always wearing long pants. As a kid, I was always 
getting into things and scraping up my knees. I ended up always wearing 
jeans to give me some protection and it's something that has always stuck 
with me. Even on the hottest days it is rare to find me in shorts. 
Completing our outfits, we were both wearing sunglasses so that we could 
check out other people's reactions a little easier without being 
completely obvious.

We strolled down along the treeline, skirting the open area with the ball 
fields, tennis courts, and basketball courts. We passed a few other 
couples and a number of families as we walked. We got the usual glances, 
but nobody really stared and we did not seem to get the hairy eyeball from 
anyone. Then again, we did not really come up face to face with anyone 
either, so perhaps nobody got a good enough look to be either intrigued or 
offended.

We bypassed the main playground area. There were maybe a half dozen 
younger kids there with a few parents. We figured that parents might be a 
little more protective of their children and take offense with Katie's 
outfit. Off to the side a ways were some swings that were being ignored by 
the kids, so we wandered over that way and Katie sat down on one of them 
and I got behind her to start pushing her gently.

It was probably only about five minutes before a little boy and girl 
separated from the other kids and came running over to us, full of 
questions. Where were our children? Why was I pushing "the mommy" on the 
swing? Where did we live?

A young couple quickly hurried over to "save" us from the inquisition and 
apologize to us. Katie laughed and reassured them that it was not a 
problem and said how cute they were. Introductions were made and Katie and 
Melissa were soon sitting on swings talking while Andrew and I ended up 
pushing the kids on the swings.

What was I saying about how women relate?

The women were sitting on their swings facing opposite to the kids so that 
they could they could face them and keep an eye on them. That left Andrew 
and me facing the women as well. As Katie and Melissa talked and we swung 
the kids, I was beginning to think that we had been too conservative with 
Katie's dress.

I figured that my fears were realized when I overheard Melissa 
complementing Katie on her dress and telling her how much she liked it. I 
was saved when she paused for a moment and then giggled, saying that she 
was sure that Andrew liked it too. I had not really noticed him looking, 
but apparently his wife had caught him.

Katie looked down at herself for a moment, gave a laugh, and told Melissa 
that she knew it was a bit revealing but that I had convinced her that it 
was not that noticeable.

Melissa laughed at that, saying that Andrew was the same way.

The kids were young enough that I did not notice that they were picking up 
on anything that was being said. I think that Andrew felt a bit guilty 
about being caught, because he didn't comment and seemed to do his best 
not to gawk at Katie anymore. Melissa had seemed to have a sense of humor 
about it, so I sort of thought that it was a shame that nothing more was 
said.

After awhile the kids decided that they wanted to play on the slide and 
the group of them left with hurried good-byes as the kids drug their 
parents off to the other side of the playground. Katie and I stayed at the 
swings for a bit as I resumed pushing her on her swing before we decided 
to move along.

We walked around the park a bit more, getting a few whistles from some 
guys playing basketball. Truthfully, I don't think that they got close 
enough to really see the full effect. Their loss. Not exactly the most 
exciting episode, but it let us know that it was conservative enough that 
we could get away with her wearing it in public while still being daring 
enough to provoke interest based on Melissa's comments.


Emboldened by our success, we continued on to lunch at a casual place in 
town that we both liked. The restaurant was a little more risky in that we 
were somewhat captive while we ate. Just a bit more difficult to get out 
of the situation if things started going downhill. It did not seem that we 
had anything to worry about, though. The waiter was very attentive and 
several male patrons around us kept stealing glances her way. Katie kept 
her cool, like nothing was out of the ordinary. But I could tell from her 
erect nipples that it was turning her on to be so barely covered in 
"actual" public as opposed to our usual "restricted access" public. After 
lunch, we spent a couple hours window shopping in town. Again, a number of 
guys were checking her out but other than some smiles and nods to either 
her or me there wasn't much in the way of overt reactions to her outfit. 
One salesgirl complemented her on the dress, adding under her breath when 
she thought I was not paying attention that she wished that she had the 
guts to wear something like that. All in all, I'd say that the day was a 
total success.

The only real problem that we were finding with the dress was that there 
was no casual way to take things to the next level. With the full length 
hem and the high neckline, it was not like she could lift the hem a bit to 
show more leg or unbutton a few more buttons to show off a little more 
cleavage. It went from what you could see through the dress to her either 
pulling the hem up past her waist or unzipping the dress at the back of 
her neck and slipping it down off her shoulders to expose her chest. There 
really wasn't any in between or casual way to flash a little more.

Although we both knew that these little episodes were no indication of how 
things would go, we took them as a positive sign that you could cross the 
line of "polite society" and get away with it to some extent. I had talked 
to Larry on the phone since the evening that Katie exposed herself to him, 
but the subject of what had happened did not come up. We had not had a 
chance to get together for a beer and this was more of a topic to be 
discussed in person than over the phone. Similarly, Katie and Sharon had 
talked a few times on the phone but had not had a chance to get together. 
So the four of us were due for a chance to get together for a night out.

Katie and I both knew that we were taking a chance by crossing this line 
and spent quite some time talking about whether we wanted to take that 
risk. Our final decision was that it wasn't something that we could 
continue to ignore but that at the same time we were not going to force 
the issue. We would let them know that the possibilities were open, but 
they would have to make their own decision to proceed.

Katie gave Sharon a call and set things up. It seemed to always work 
better that way. If Larry and I set something up it always seemed that the 
women ended up calling each other anyway to work out all the details that 
we had glossed over. Larry and me planning on getting together went 
something like this:

Me: "Have time for a beer?"

Larry: "Sure. 7:00?"

Me: "Sounds good. Pete's? Wings?"

Larry: "Yep. See you there."

Katie and Sharon's discussion included weather and time of day and how 
that affected what they would wear, coordinating what they would wear, 
what they were hungry for, three other places that they would like to go 
sometime, how the place we were going would affect what they wore, etc. 
I'd argue that their time spent planning often exceeded the actual time of 
the event itself.

After their conversation, Katie told me that Sharon and Larry seemed 
anxious for a chance to get out and said that they would be leaving the 
girls overnight with Sharon's mother. The girls always enjoyed their 
sleepovers at Grandma's, but it sounded like Sharon wanted to set things 
up so that they did not have any deadlines to be back home. I certainly 
took that as a good sign!

While waiting for the weekend to arrive, it seemed we spent some part of 
each evening discussing where and how things should go. At one point the 
question was even raised as to whether the dress was going too far but it 
was pretty quickly decided that we at least had to do that much so as to 
start the discussion about what possibilities were open. That would be the 
icebreaker, so to speak. Knowing Larry and Sharon, I had little doubt that 
he had told his wife everything about what had happened the evening that 
Katie came out of the shower.

Saturday finally arrived and we did our best to keep ourselves busy 
throughout the day -- doing chores around the house and taking care of the 
little issues of daily life. Late afternoon we decided that the house 
could keep for another day and turned our attentions to getting ready. We 
shared a shower and then I left Katie to shave her legs while I got out 
and shaved at the sink. We finished our toiletries and then dressed 
quickly. Katie did not have much to do in that department -- only slip 
into her dress and slip on a pair of shoes. She disappeared back into the 
bathroom to do her makeup while I finished up and then went out to the 
living room to page through a magazine while she finished.

When Katie came out, she looked fantastic. She is blessed with that 
simple, natural beauty that really needs very little accentuation. Truth 
be told, I cannot think of many times that Katie does not look fabulous. 
She cleans up well and turns heads in her business suits and skirts for 
work or in a gown for an evening out. But she can just as easily turn 
heads in jeans and a sweatshirt with her hair pulled back in a ponytail 
with no makeup while walking the dog or digging in the flowerbeds. She 
would say that I am taking it a bit far to say that even when under the 
weather she still is a sight to behold, but wrapped up in her terry robe, 
a bit pale, and her nose reddened from tissues only makes you want to take 
care of her. Me, if I'm sick, any sane person would want to keep their 
distance. Preferably a distance far enough that they don't even have to 
see me at all. But Katie still takes care of me in such a state.

I stood and gathered her into my arms for a quick kiss and to whisper in 
her ear how much I loved her. We gathered our things and left the house. I 
didn't ask if there were any ulterior motives, but Katie and Sharon had 
ended up deciding on the restaurant where Katie and I had begun this whole 
adventure. It was a nice place, but a bit further away so we did not end 
up there quite as often as we may have liked. With the distance, I was a 
bit surprised that the ladies did not arrange for us to car pool instead 
of meeting there. There was a nervous excitement during our drive. Our 
small talk was interspersed with quiet moments as each of us drifted into 
introspective thoughts about the possibilities of what was going to happen 
this evening. As I said, there was some part of nearly every day during 
the previous week that we spent talking about things. All the angles had 
been discussed and we both knew that this was what we wanted to do. 
However, we also both realized that our course of action was not without 
its risks.

We reached the restaurant before Larry and Sharon, so I suggested that we 
take a walk through the gardens. The evening sun was giving everything 
that heavy, warm feeling and the gardens were always beautiful. Unless we 
really got into them, we could keep the parking lot in sight and keep an 
eye out for Larry and Sharon's car. The evening air was warm, but not 
oppressive. I think that it was just what we needed to calm our nerves a 
little bit before the moment of truth was upon us. We spent our time 
looking at the different plantings for ideas for our own gardens.

I noticed a car pulling into the lot that looked like Larry's and a second 
look confirmed that it was the two of them. We headed over towards where 
they were parking at a leisurely pace and met up with them as they were 
getting out of the car. The usual greetings and hugs were exchanged, but I 
happened to notice Sharon taking a step back to size Katie up after giving 
her a hug as Katie turned to greet Larry. The sun kept you from seeing 
anything in great detail, but you could clearly tell that Katie had 
nothing on under the dress. Sharon did not make any comments and did not 
seem to be anything but her usual self, but her review of Katie was a bit 
more than casual.

We made our way to the entrance and checked in with the hostess. We were 
quickly seated at our table and conversation turned to our options for the 
evening's meal. The lighting was such that Katie's dress gave vague 
shadows of what lay beneath, enough to catch the attention of our waiter 
whose eyes seemed to drift to Katie when given the chance. I was not the 
only one to catch the waiter's object of attention. Sharon also noted the 
effect that Katie's dress had on him. I also noticed a couple other guys 
in our vicinity glancing Katie's way and I am sure that Sharon was 
noticing this as well.

Other than this, our dinner proceeded about the same as any other time the 
four of us got together. We talked about what was going on at our jobs, 
how Larry and Sharon's girls were doing, and various other news from daily 
life. The meal was good, as always, and after our desserts we paid our 
bill and walked out into the evening air. We were in a relaxed, jovial 
mood. I didn't just want to end the night there and since it was still 
early not to mention the fact that the kids were with the grandparents I 
knew that we would end up at one of our houses. Still, I didn't really 
feel like just climbing into our cars yet so I suggested that we take a 
stroll through the gardens. As evening settled in the paths were lit by 
small lights, so it makes for a pleasant, intimate little walk through the 
paths. The evening was beautiful and I could see a few other people 
wandering around through the gardens, so I wasn't expecting enough privacy 
to be able to replay our previous exploits. And in the dim lighting, 
Katie's dress did not reveal much.

We wandered back along one of the paths, just enjoying the evening and 
looking around at the plantings again. Can you tell that we are gardeners? 
As we walked, Katie and Sharon gravitated together ahead of Larry and me 
as the four of us split into "girl talk" and "guy talk" conversations. As 
we strolled along, there were landscape lights along the path at regular 
intervals that kept things illuminated enough to see where you were going, 
but not bright like a sidewalk or parking lot in a public space. I wasn't 
really thinking about Katie's dress, mainly because with the dim light 
there was not much to see. But as we came to a tee intersection in the 
paths with a light directly ahead of us at the intersection, I began to 
notice the shadows of Katie's legs through her dress as she walked closer 
to the light. As she and Sharon drew closer to the light, I was not the 
only one to take notice of the view as I heard something halfway between 
an intake of breath and a low whistle from Larry. We both just sort of 
stopped where we were standing to take in the view as Katie got closer to 
the light.

At the intersection, the ladies paused and turned around to see which way 
we wanted to go. It caught them slightly off guard to find that we were a 
few steps further back than they were expecting and that we were both just 
staring at them. They both looked at us, turned to look at each other, and 
then turned to look at us once again.

Almost in unison they both asked, "What's up with you guys?"

Larry seemed just a little guilty about being caught and did not say 
anything so I made a comment about enjoying the view.

Again, almost in unison, the ladies turned to look behind them. It was as 
good as any comedy routine. They looked back to us and then looked at each 
other. In the process of all this, they were facing each other, so Katie 
was sideways to us and the view was not nearly as good as it had been a 
moment earlier.

I knew Katie was just playing along what with her standing over the 
landscape light in our backyard before to show me the results. But I was 
surprised that Sharon had not caught on to what was going on. She was 
playing the perfect straight person in this little comedy routine. Looking 
at Katie, she finally took a step back and looked down at Katie's dress as 
she realized what the view really was. She took another step back towards 
us and Katie turned a bit towards her, allowing the shadows of her legs to 
be seen once again. Sharon continued to back up until she was standing 
with us, telling Katie that she was most certainly the view. Katie leaned 
forward to look down at her legs, pretending to catch on to what was going 
on. She moved backwards, closer to the light, and let her legs drift apart 
a bit. She looked back up at us and asked if that was any better. You 
could clearly see the silhouette of her legs rising up to where they 
joined but the angle of the light to her was wrong and you could not see 
much detail at the juncture of her legs.

Sharon gave a short laugh and said that you could just about see everything.

"Oh, if you want to see everything then I should go like this," Katie said.

She took a look around us to see if anyone was close. The plantings in the 
garden were not high enough to make the paths into a maze, but were high 
enough to give some privacy from one area to another. Confirming that 
nobody could really see what we were up to, she lifted the hem of her 
dress just enough that she could take another step backwards over the 
light and then let her dress fall back down. The landscape light was a bit 
higher than ours, coming up between her knees. But again her dress was lit 
up like a Chinese paper lantern. She had to spread her legs a bit more to 
straddle the lamp, which only did a better job of showing her charms. The 
light mostly went out to the sides from the lamp, it did not shine 
directly up towards her nether region. But her dress caught the light 
enough that everything up to her waist was plainly lit. We could all see 
neatly trimmed and shaven vulva with her full labia.

I was not sure what exact effect this was having on Larry and Sharon. They 
were mute in their observation of my wife. But I knew the effect she was 
having on me! Both the sight of her naked beneath her dress as well as the 
fact that she was exposing herself to two of our closest friends not to 
mention doing it in a fairly public space was definitely causing me to 
swell and harden.

Katie broke the silence by asking if this showed her more clearly.

Larry was able to find enough voice to say, "Ummm, yeah, pretty much so."

Sharon added, "Ahh, yep, pretty clearly. Might as well have nothing on at 
all."

Again she had stumbled into Katie's setup.

Katie got a slightly lopsided grin and I was sure her eyes were twinkling 
as she just said, "Ok."

Picking at the sides of her dress along her thighs, she started to slowly 
draw it up her legs. We were all silent as we watched the hem slowly rise 
up to expose her calves, her knees, and then more and more of her thighs. 
As the dress cleared the lamp, its light glared at us, actually making it 
a bit harder for us to see Katie as clearly for a moment. Still, it was 
entrancing to watch the hem slowly climb her legs and I wondered how far 
she would take this. Our eyes adjusted to the light, though, and we 
watched as the material uncovered the tops of her thighs and the juncture 
of her legs began to show again below the bunched up material.

The material continued to rise, fully showing her labia and had just 
started to rise up the trimmed patch of her pubes when Katie suddenly went 
"Whup!" and dropped the hem as she strode back over to us.

As the spell broke, I turned enough to see another couple coming around 
behind us. I doubted that they had seen anything and as they passed the 
four of us it was pretty much confirmed that they had missed the show as 
they only gave pleasant smiles, no sign of wondering what we had been up 
to a moment before.

As the couple passed further away, Sharon said under her breath that Katie 
was bad, causing Katie to give a little laugh.

She replied that she hoped she had not been too bad and asked for Sharon's 
forgiveness.

Sharon told her that it was not a problem.

The spell had been broken, though, and we moved on through the garden as 
we talked and looked at the landscaping. I was hoping that Katie would 
take the opportunity to expose herself again, but the chance did not 
present itself. What she had done was in the spirit of fun. If she had 
made another attempt I realized that it would seem forced, like telling 
the same joke over again after it had gotten a good laugh the first time.

We walked and talked amongst ourselves for another half hour before Katie 
suggested that we get going. When Sharon agreed, Katie immediately asked 
if they would have time to come back to our place for a drink or two. We 
had wine with our dinner, but not to excess, and the dinner and time in 
the gardens had been over the course of a couple hours. Larry and Sharon 
accepted our offer and we all headed to our cars.

Once we were in our car, Katie was beaming and asked how she did.

I told her that she was wonderful, that I was only disappointed that she 
had to stop when she did. I gave her a kiss and asked her how far she 
would have gone if the other couple had not come along when they did.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked me how far I wanted her to go.

I replied that she should have a pretty good idea by now that I wouldn't 
be terribly upset if she never had to wear clothes again, but that I 
wanted to know how far she would have felt comfortable going at that 
moment.

She gave me a smile and said that she was not exactly sure. The practical 
side of her had said that she was in a public place, so that part of her 
was saying that it would be best to not remove the dress totally. Pull it 
up to her armpits at the very most, but be ready to drop it back into 
place if anyone came (as she had done). She paused for a moment and then 
continued, saying that the truth of the matter was that she was flying on 
the moment at the time, just doing what seemed right. The thought had 
crossed her mind to pull the dress over her head and continue to walk 
through the gardens completely naked. When she first saw the other couple, 
this side of her had given her first thought of continuing to lift her 
dress and include them in the show. The practical side had argued to not 
make a scene and she had chickened out.

I asked her what she had planned for when we got home.

She responded that she was doing her best to not think about it, not plan 
anything, just play things as they came and see what felt right at the 
moment.

I agreed with her and trusted her judgment. Katie is definitely the more 
intuitive one of the two of us when it comes to dealing with people. 
Besides that, I also understood where she was coming from. Just as if 
making another attempt to expose herself in the gardens would have come 
across as forcing the issue, things just had to be played by the moment 
tonight. It could not be scripted. If things felt right for her, I had no 
doubt that Katie would take advantage of the situation.

Normally, it seems that the trip home never takes as long as the trip 
going to someplace. Perhaps because anticipating the arrival makes it seem 
like it is taking longer to reach the destination. So even though we were 
headed home, the anticipation seemed to draw things out. Despite what 
Katie had said about not thinking about what would happen, I know that I 
was thinking about it and I'm sure that some thoughts were finding their 
way into her head as well. We talked a bit and listened to the radio on 
the drive, but I think that we both breathed an internal sigh of relief 
when we pulled into our driveway. Both of us are generally patient people, 
but that is only when we are able to do something. Sitting around, not 
able to do anything, drives both of us crazy to varying degrees.


Larry and Sharon pulled in behind us and we let ourselves into the house. 
Katie and Sharon decided that they wanted amaretto sours, so I poured 
Larry a beer and mixed up two drinks for the ladies before pouring myself 
a beer as well. With our drinks in hand, we settled into the living room. 
Larry and Sharon took the loveseat while Katie and I took the armchairs.

The four of us chatted a bit and then once again it was Sharon that 
started things off again. At a pause in the conversation she asked Katie 
if she could ask her a question.

"Sure," was Katie's immediate response.

Sharon seemed a bit hesitant, but forged ahead. "I'm seeing something new 
this evening and I'm not exactly sure that I understand it." She paused, 
but Katie did not say anything, just waited for her to continue. The pause 
drew out a bit longer. Larry and I were just spectators for the moment. 
This was between the ladies. I'm not sure if Sharon expected an answer of 
some sort from Katie, but she had not really asked a question yet. Still, 
Katie's silence made it more difficult for Sharon to proceed.

Finally, she found her voice again. "Larry had told me about what 
happened... What happened when you had come out of the shower the last 
time he was over. I really did not think anything about it at the time. 
No, well, I would not have thought much about it if it had just been that 
he saw you by accident. But he told me everything. He told me that you 
took your robe off again and sat there totally naked and continued the 
conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary. He did explain that you 
asked if I would be offended and only took your robe off after he had said 
I would not have a problem. And we've all been friends for so long that I 
didn't really have a problem with it. You were just naked. It's not like 
anything happened and it's not like he hasn't seen other women naked -- I 
mean even after we've been married. So really I had not given it any more 
thought recently until tonight... And now you're practically showing 
yourself to anyone who will look. It just isn't like you. We've been so 
close all these years, friends, almost like sisters at times and tonight 
I'm not sure that I know who you are. And I'm just confused..." The words 
spilled out of her, picking up speed as she went along until she finally 
had them all out. Her shoulders sort of slouched as her voice trailed off 
at the end and she stared at Katie for a long moment before looking down 
at her drink in her hand.

Katie was up out of her chair in the blink of an eye and kneeling in front 
of Sharon, with her hand reaching to Sharon's where she held her drink in 
her lap, apologizing for any trouble that was caused by her actions. She 
said that she should have realized that it was not fair to leave Sharon 
out of the loop, to do these things without talking to Sharon about it 
first. That what had happened the evening with Larry was a simple accident 
that had turned playful. It had not been a big deal, but to continue 
tonight as she had done was a bit brazen.

As Katie continued to talk to her friend, Sharon finally looked up to meet 
Katie's eyes and when Katie's words paused she asked, "So, what is all of 
this about?"

Katie had moved from kneeling to sitting Indian style while she had talked 
to her friend, keeping her hand on Sharon's as she spoke. When Sharon 
asked this, she settled back and withdrew her hand to clasp her drink in 
both hands in her lap. She looked down at her hands for a moment and took 
a deep breath before she began again. She began by asking if Sharon 
remembered how we had been having troubles with our relationship and 
Sharon nodded.

I know that I bent Larry's ear often enough during those times. Not with 
all the sordid details, but when I needed to talk to someone he was there. 
I knew that Katie had similarly confided in Sharon. Neither one of us had 
really gone into detail about how we turned things around either, just 
that we had been doing better. Both of them had made occasional comments 
about how we did seem to be doing better and about their relief that 
things were working out for us. At times I had felt some guilty twinges 
that we never discussed with them any details of how we actually turned 
things around and Katie confirmed similar feelings as well. I think that 
was one of the many reasons that we found ourselves at this point.

Katie went on to say that she thanked both of them for their support of us 
as a couple and that she felt that their encouragement had a lot to do 
with us not just writing the relationship off and going our separate ways. 
But she admitted that we were both at pretty much of a loss as to what 
exactly we could do to turn things around. She proceeded to give a cleaned 
up synopsis of our very first adventure, leaving out the part about me 
fingering her to orgasm in front of two complete strangers but making it 
clear that I had undressed her in front of them and shown her to them. I 
could tell that Larry and Sharon were a bit surprised, but they seemed to 
accept that we had actually done it even if they could not fully digest 
the understanding of how or why it had happened.

Katie went on to tell how that "shock" was what it took to break down some 
barriers and actually get us to really start to talk to each other. She 
touched on her issues with not feeling particularly sexy and how I had 
patiently coaxed her to take her clothes off around the house and then to 
expose herself outside when nobody was around to slowly get more used to 
her body. She said that I had then encouraged her to expose herself to 
carefully selected people in controlled situations in an attempt to show 
her that there were other people that did find her attractive and sexy.

Larry and Sharon were both listening to her attentively, not making any 
comments. But at that Larry had to interject that he had always thought 
that Katie was a hot little number and Sharon quickly elbowed him in the 
ribs for his comment. He said, "Hey! Are you implying that Katie isn't 
attractive?"

Sharon replied that was not at all what she was implying, but that Larry 
should show some respect and listen to her story.

Larry mumbled that he thought he was showing her some respect which only 
earned him another poke in the ribs from Sharon. Katie giggled a bit as 
she continued her story.

Katie explained that at first she was just humoring me with the nudity and 
exposure and that the actual exposure to other people was pretty few and 
far between. However, she recognized that I was making the effort to open 
up and that she was enjoying how much better we seemed to be relating to 
each other. The nudity didn't mean anything to her, but she was willing to 
play along since it seemed to mean something to me and I seemed to be more 
considerate of her feelings in return. And after awhile she had to admit 
that she began to enjoy the freedom of being naked around the house as 
well as the feel of the sun and fresh air on her body when she was naked 
outside. But then she briefly told about exposing herself to the fishermen 
and the mattress salesman and how she began to realize the impact that she 
had on their day. Better than sending someone flowers or any other random 
gift to just make their day special! She began to look at it a bit 
differently after that, she explained. Not that she thought she was 
performing community service or anything so virtuous, but just that she 
began to see the bright point to their day that she was creating for these 
people when she exposed herself to them.

Sharon had a few questions at this point. First she asked how far Katie 
had gone.

Katie played a bit dumb and asked what she meant.

A bit embarrassed by what she had asked, Sharon backed up and asked how 
much Katie had exposed? Was it just a quick flash? Breasts? Butt? Full 
nudity?

Katie gave some more detail about the incident with the fishermen. About 
taking off all her clothes and walking down to the shore. Answering 
Sharon's further questions she told that it was maybe fifteen or twenty 
yards across the inlet, so they probably could not see every detail. That 
she had stood there for possibly five or ten minutes, just chatting like 
nothing was out of the ordinary.

Sharon pressed further, asking if that was how most of the exposures had 
been.

So Katie gave some more detail about the incident with George while we had 
been mattress shopping. About asking to test the bed out, about bringing 
our own sheets, and about changing into her nightgown. Again, she shied 
away from actually telling them that she had brought herself to orgasm in 
front of George. But she made it clear enough that he saw everything and 
saw it up close enough to leave few questions about her anatomy in his 
mind. She was quick to explain that he was the perfect gentleman about it 
all and that she came away from the experience with a certain fondness for 
him, not thinking of him as a dirty old man or anything.

I had known what Sharon intended with her earlier question about how far 
things had gone, obviously we all knew what she was asking. But Katie had 
wanted Sharon to actually ask it. I guess to have the courage to actually 
say the words.

As open as Katie had been about George, Sharon found the words to ask 
somewhat more directly. She asked if it had ever gotten, you know, sexual?

Katie's reply was yes and no. That no, it had never come to physical sex 
with another person and that she had no intention on having sex with 
strangers. She made it quite clear that she was committed to our 
relationship and had no use for casual sex. But that yes, it had been 
sexual in the sense that she did not ignore the sexuality of herself in 
her actions. It was not like a visit to the doctor's office (I wondered if 
she was going to tell that story!) where it was like you weren't supposed 
to be attractive to the other person or even thought of in a sexual way. 
The way that Katie explained herself seemed to put Sharon at ease.

I'm sure that Sharon did not feel that her next question was as difficult 
as the last, but I could tell that it took more fortitude for Katie to 
answer it. Sharon asked where all of that left us? Why Katie had chosen to 
take things further after accidentally exposing herself to Larry and then 
put on the whole show this evening.

Katie paused a bit before she started to explain once again. She began by 
saying that first off it was hard to keep all of this a secret from our 
closest friends. She could not count the times over the past year and a 
half that they had been together and she had wanted to share some story 
with Sharon or even just call her up out of the blue to tell her what had 
happened. If there was anyone that we could share this part of our lives 
with, it was her and Larry. And she said that she did just need someone to 
confide in. It was all so wild and wonderful that it was hard not to tell 
them, but that she had held back because she was not sure what they would 
think of her. What they would think of the both of us for doing this kind 
of thing. She told about our last dinner together and how she had 
commented afterwards to me on the drive home about how everyone talked 
about daily life as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened when 
in reality all of this was going on. She refrained from actually telling 
them about what had really happened just that day, about being shaved by a 
barber and all.

Larry and Sharon were both taking this pretty well for something that does 
not often come up in everyday conversation and there was no sense in 
taking things to the limits and really blowing their minds. Let them 
digest all of this in manageable pieces.

So Sharon wanted to know where things went from here.

That was really an open ended question if there ever was one. I don't know 
if she expected Katie to suggest that we all get naked and have an orgy of 
epic proportions right there on the living room floor or what.

Actually, Sharon did seem pretty relaxed about things since finding out 
that we had not gone completely overboard into casual sex or swinging and 
wife swapping or whatever other sinister possibilities had crossed her 
mind. But I was not sure if her relaxed attitude was because we had 
apparently drawn some lines that she agreed with or whether she had 
convinced herself that the lines that we had drawn left them safely on the 
other side.

Larry just seemed a bit amused by all that he was hearing and curious as 
to where things would lead. I have to admit that I would have been in 
about the same position in his place. I would have already seen my best 
friend's wife naked once, gotten a few flashes, and from what I had been 
hearing, it would be pretty evident that the chances of me seeing her 
again would be pretty good.

Katie paused again for a bit before she continued. She had to admit that 
she had no illusions that this was a simple matter. She said that due to 
our long standing friendship, she had to let them in on our secret. If for 
no other reason than that she would ultimately burst if she could not tell 
anyone but me. But that having shared it with them, it was not the sort of 
thing that you could share in the way that you just asked if someone 
wanted to go bowling with you. She hastened to add that she was not 
necessarily suggesting that we all go out flashing, although she would 
certainly enjoy it if they were willing. More that what she asked of them 
was merely understanding and at the very least if they would allow her to 
relate some of our experiences to them from time to time in the way that 
we always shared things with them. Her face grew solemn and she paused 
again. "And I certainly understand that these things do have certain 
boundaries. I'd never do or talk about anything in front of your girls. 
That just would not be right." Her face softened a bit and she looked from 
one to the other of them before asking, "But do you still accept me for 
who I am? You don't think that I'm completely out of my skull or anything, 
do you?"

It was Larry and Sharon's turn to pause for a bit. Katie continued to look 
to one and then the other of them and back again, waiting for their 
response.

Sharon finally turned to Larry for a moment before turning back to Katie 
and telling her that she did not feel that it changed anything between us. 
I could see Katie relax at those words. Sharon continued to say it was a 
bit unusual, but that we had been friends for so long and were so close we 
were almost family. It wasn't like this was going to scare them off. She 
felt that she knew Katie and me well enough that she did not feel that 
there was anything malicious or hurtful about what we were doing now that 
she had a better understanding of what was going on. She said that she 
could not see herself having the courage to just expose herself like Katie 
had done (I was disappointed by that statement), but that she certainly 
would not mind living vicariously through Katie's actions every now and 
then. Turning to Larry, she asked if he disagreed at all.

Larry responded that there were no objections from him, considering that 
he was the one who had said that he had not minded seeing Katie naked 
accidentally and asked for a better look. That netted him another swat 
from Sharon and a laugh from Katie.

Katie leaned forward from where she was sitting and wrapped her arms 
around their legs, laying her head along Sharon's knee as she hugged them 
and told them she was so relieved that they were not upset with her.

Katie sat back and finished off her drink. I imagined that she was a bit 
thirsty after her extended speech. The rest of us had been sipping at our 
drinks while she talked, so we were nearing the bottoms of our own 
glasses.

As she finished off her own drink, Sharon asked if Katie really felt 
comfortable being naked around people. "I mean, you could just take 
everything off now and sit around just like we have been for the past 
hour?" she asked.

"Well, after everything we've discussed, I have to admit that I would feel 
a little self-conscious if I just stood up right now and took my dress 
off," was Katie's reply.

Sharon gave a laugh and commented that it seemed strange that Katie would 
be embarrassed in front of them in the privacy of our home when she seemed 
more than willing to show off out in public earlier, not to mention the 
stories that she had just told about showing off to total strangers.

Katie replied that it was not so much embarrassed, but that she would feel 
self conscious about baring her body after just baring her soul. Hard to 
explain, she said. With that she collected everyone's glasses, asking if 
people would like a refill, and headed for the kitchen.

In her absence, Sharon took a few moments to ask me some questions. How I 
felt about things? What my opinion was about Katie showing herself off to 
other men? Whether I got jealous?

I tried to answer openly and honestly. I said that the changes in Katie 
were remarkable and I only loved her more for the strength that she found 
in herself to do these things. That this had given her a lot of self 
confidence and that in turn really helped our relationship. I said that I 
supposed there were moments of jealousy, but that they were short lived 
because I had no fears that Katie would be going home with anyone but me. 
And that realization turned any jealousy into pride and thankfulness for 
having such a wonderful wife.

I should have seen it coming, but when Katie came back with the drinks she 
was as naked as the day she was born. Larry just got this grin on his face 
that I knew would take awhile to wipe off while Sharon just let out a 
brief "Oh, my!" as she first saw Katie but accepted her drink when Katie 
handed it to her.

Katie had said that she would have felt uncomfortable just standing up and 
taking off her dress in front of them. But it had almost been an 
invitation for her to do so. After handing everyone their drinks, she 
curled up in her armchair with her own drink. She made no attempt to cover 
herself, but sat with her knees to one side and her calves curled back 
against her thighs. With clothing, it would have looked completely natural 
and to tell the truth her nudity did not necessarily make it seem 
unnatural. She was neither making any special attempt to exhibit herself, 
nor was she making any effort to conceal herself. It is what I like best 
about her, that she can be completely naked and make it seem like it is 
the most natural thing.

I think that her disposition set them both at ease, because we all just 
found ourselves drifting back into normal conversation. What needed to be 
said had been said, the questions had been answered, and Katie's nudity 
finalized the discussion. She looked incredible. Her hair and makeup still 
perfect from the evening. Her pubes carefully trimmed. I did notice that 
her nipples were quite erect, showing that her nudity was at least having 
some effect on her. As our conversation ebbed and flowed, Katie gave no 
special consideration to her nudity. She did not attempt to cover her 
breasts with her arms as she sat. Although she did not sit for any length 
of time with her legs spread open, she repositioned herself several times 
as she sat to stay comfortable and made no attempt to cover her pussy when 
it was exposed. Everyone had ample opportunity to see her charms if she 
moved in such a way that it was exposed. Along with her erect nipples, the 
way that her nether lips parted told me that she was at least somewhat 
wet. 

We all talked for quite some time. But the reality of Katie's nudity never 
came up in conversation. In a way, it was amazing at how easily Larry and 
Sharon just seemed to accept it all.

Finally, well past midnight Larry said that they had best be on their way.

It had become obvious that although everyone was comfortable with Katie's 
nudity it was not meant to be that it progressed any further that evening. 
Katie collected our glasses and headed to the kitchen with them and I 
think all three of us stopped just to watch her little butt wiggle along 
its way. When she returned, we all exchanged our usual hugs.



Katie went to hug Sharon first and I caught Sharon's slight hesitation 
before putting her arms around Katie. She put her hands at Katie's sides, 
low enough to miss her breasts. Then as Katie wrapped her arms around 
Sharon, she relaxed a bit and let her hands slide around Katie's back to 
hold her more fully.

Katie asked if anything was wrong and Sharon replied that it was the first 
time she had hugged a naked woman.

"Just wait until we are both naked!" was Katie's reply and they both 
laughed.

Katie drew away and tilting her head to Larry, asked Sharon if she minded. 
Sharon said no, of course not, so Katie plastered herself against Larry as 
he wrapped her in his arms.

After a moment's look, Sharon came into my arms as we exchanged our hugs.

"Guess you lose out a bit tonight," she said in my ear.

"Well, maybe next time," was my reply.

Looking over Sharon's shoulder, I saw Larry's hands drift a bit lower to 
caress Katie's butt as he held her.

We all separated and walked Larry and Sharon to the door. Katie hit the 
lightswitch, turning the interior lights off as I opened the door for them.

"Shouldn't get the neighbors worked up too much," she said as she walked 
with the rest of us out into the dark of the front porch.

Without the lights on in the house, she was pretty safe from any of the 
neighbors seeing anything. Still, it surprised me a bit that she was being 
so bold as to go out on our front porch totally naked.

As I shook Larry's hand, he said we'd have to get together again soon and 
Sharon agreed.

They walked out to their car and Larry opened Sharon's door for her and 
closed it once she was in. He walked around to his side and got in and 
started the car. As he backed out into the street, he flipped the 
headlights on and they washed across both of us.

Katie did not even flinch as we stood and waved good-bye to them. We were 
only in the light for a few seconds, but if any of the neighbors had been 
attracted by the sound of our voices and happened to look at their window 
to see what was going on, they would have been treated to quite a sight of 
Katie standing butt naked outside enthusiastically waving her good-byes!

As their car pulled out of sight, we turned and headed back indoors. It 
had been quite a night. I locked the door and followed Katie into the 
bedroom. She slid between the covers of the bed and I quickly removed my 
own clothes and followed her under the covers as well.

"So, where do you think all of this will take us?" I asked.

"We will just have to see," was her reply as she slipped into my arms.
 
 
Exposing Katie 014

The next morning dawned overcast and rainy. That seemed like more than 
enough reason for us to pull the covers up around us and stay in bed. That 
Katie had her naked little body snuggled against my equally naked body 
only increased the reasons exponentially. Finally, it had been quite late 
by the time Larry and Sharon had gone home, leaving us both tired and 
Katie emotionally drained from all that had happened over the course of 
the evening. We had snuggled up together and quickly drifted off to sleep, 
too tired to fool around. That only served to make me that much more aware 
of Katie's body pressed against mine when I woke.

I lay there, quiet and still, listening to Katie breathe and just enjoying 
her body next to mine. She stirred after awhile and caught me watching 
her. She gave me a sleepy smile and asked what I was looking at. I smiled 
back at her and told her I was just looking at the most beautiful woman in 
the world. She grinned at me and shifted to look behind her, asking where? 
I laughed and grabbed her, pulling her on top of me and giving her a kiss. 
My hands roamed up and down the sides of her body as our kisses became 
more passionate. My hands slid down to cup her ass and I grabbed a cheek 
in each hand and gave her a good squeeze.

"Careful!" she said. "No damaging the goods unless you plan to buy them!"

"Oh, I can buy them, can I?" I asked. "Does that mean that they are then 
mine to do as I please?" And I gave her cheeks another good healthy 
squeeze.

"Yep, yours to do with as you please," she replied.

I ran a finger down between her cheeks and worked it between her lips, 
finding her pussy already starting to moisten. With my other hand I cupped 
her ass to pull her up my body a bit more so that I could reach her a bit 
better. With her repositioned, I probed my finger down along her slit 
further until I could feel the nub of her clit. I felt the jerk go through 
her body as I touched it. Gently I rubbed at it with the tip of my finger 
as I used my other hand to caress her ass cheek. Drawing my finger back 
away from her clit, I could feel that she was getting wetter.

We began to kiss again as I probed her pussy with my fingers and rubbed 
her ass. I was beginning to rise to the occasion. She felt me against her 
leg and broke from my grasp to wiggle her way down my body. She pushed 
herself up with her hands on my chest and scooted around so that my member 
was poking out between the cleft at the top of her legs. Slowly she drew 
her wet nether lips back and forth along my rod, coaxing it to attention.

She took the head of it in her hand, pulling it up from where it lay 
against my body so that she could rub herself on it better. I lay back and 
just watched her. Sliding her hand down further along my length, she got 
up on her knees and rubbed my head between her lips and against her clit. 
I could feel her warm wetness against me and then the slight cool feeling 
of the air as I was exposed again.

I love watching as I enter her and she soon obliged me, rising up a bit 
more on her knees and wiping my head back and forth along her seam before 
slowly settling down onto me. She leaned back down to me and I took her in 
my arms as she laid her head against my chest. We lay like that for a few 
minutes, just taking in the sensation of being joined. I ran my fingers 
lightly down across her back and caressed her butt as we lay like that.

In time she raised herself back up and with her hands on my chest for 
balance, she looked down as she raised herself off of me slowly. I fluffed 
up the pillow beneath my head so that we could both watch as I slid out of 
her, slick with her juices. Just as the ridge of my head showed at the rim 
of her pussy, she changed direction and sank back down onto me until she 
ground herself against me.

She always said that she loved the feeling of me filling her, loved how 
she could feel me pulse inside of her with my heartbeat. She paused like 
that for a few moments, her head hung down so that she could see our 
juncture. Then she rose again, exposing my glistening member slowly to the 
air and light.

She had just begun to sink back down upon my shaft when the doorbell rang. 
Her head snapped up to look at me as I just said "Damn" under my breath. 
"Maybe they'll go away if they think nobody is here," I said. Then I 
remembered that we had not put the car in the garage when we had come home 
the night before with Larry and Sharon. Our detached garage is behind the 
house, so sometimes we just leave the car in the driveway beside the 
house. That meant that it was somewhat obvious that somebody was at home 
unless we had gone out for a walk. The rainy weather pretty much confirmed 
that was probably not the case.

She hung like that for a moment, just a bit more than the head of me 
inside of her, until the doorbell rang a second time.

"I guess I'll go check," she said as she pulled off of me. My penis 
slapped down onto my stomach with a wet sound as it freed itself from her 
pussy. She grabbed a robe from the closet, not the terry cloth one but a 
cream colored one that reached her knees. She pulled it on as she 
disappeared out the door, pulling it nearly shut behind her.

I lay on my back on the bed for a moment, just staring down at myself as 
my erection faded away. Although it was not quite a puddle, there was a 
wet spot across my lower abdomen and my penis and scrotum was wet as well. 
I should have asked her to grab me a towel before she went to check on our 
visitor. Hopefully whoever it was would quickly be sent on their way and 
we could pick up where we left off.

I could hear some voices, but could not make anything out to let me know 
who was there. I felt a bit silly laying there like that. The covers were 
across my legs, but from about mid-thigh on up I was exposed. My erection 
had pretty much left me and the little guy seemed almost pitiful as he lay 
there all wet and wrinkled.

I was trying to decide whether to wipe myself off with a T-shirt from the 
laundry hamper and put my robe on or whether there was still some chance 
that Katie would be back to pick up where we left off when I noticed that 
the voices were getting closer. Damn! Not only that Katie had invited the 
person (persons?) in but she was coming this way for some reason. Katie 
was talking when they came to the door, so I had no idea who was with her. 
I drew the covers back up over me. Katie could wash them if she complained 
about the mess. I wouldn't have had to pull them up if she wasn't giving 
tours of our bedroom to people on Sunday mornings!

A moment later she pushed the door open and came walking in with someone 
behind her. It took a moment for her to move to the side before I could 
see that it was Sharon following her.

Sharon gave me a smile and said, "Still in bed, sleepyhead?"

"Umm, yah," I said. "Rainy Sunday morning and all. Wasn't expecting to 
have to get out of bed quite so early."

Katie sat down on the corner of the bed and drew one leg up under her. She 
patted the bed beside her, motioning for Sharon to sit down as well. Ok, 
this was a bit of a turn of events. Anyone else want to come in and sit on 
the bed with the naked guy under the covers? The covers were up across my 
chest, but my arms and shoulders were out so Sharon could see that I did 
not have a shirt on. Perhaps she thought I was just sleeping in shorts or 
pajama bottoms, not realizing that I didn't have anything on.

"So, what's up," I asked, doing my best to seem natural about the 
situation.

"Well, I just had to stop by to talk to Katie," Sharon said. "I kept Larry 
up half the night with questions and he finally sent me back over here 
this morning to talk to Katie."

Considering that we had been up half the night with them, I wondered if 
Larry had gotten any sleep. I guess that Katie and I had been doing this 
long enough that what happened last night was not a complete culture 
shock, but for Sharon and Larry I could see that it was not the sort of 
thing that you could just go home and not think about.

"So, I hope we are not in too much trouble," I said.

"No, not in trouble," Sharon said. "I just kept thinking about things and 
had to come back over and talk to Katie. I was going to ask if she wanted 
to go out for a cup of coffee or something."

Everyone spent a few moments looking back and forth to each other. 
Finally, Sharon asked if I planned to stay in bed all day. I thought that 
was sort of forward for someone to barge into your bedroom on a Sunday 
morning and then start criticizing you on top of it. I started to say, 
"Ummm, well..."

Katie broke in and simply stated, "He doesn't have anything on." Her eyes 
twinkled with mischief.

"Oh, I see..." Sharon replied, raising her eyebrows.

"You want to see?" Katie asked with a devilish grin.

I will never know if Sharon is naturally just the perfect straight person, 
whether these two have some unspoken way that they communicate, or how 
many of these "coincidences" are planned ahead of time. Whatever the case, 
it seems that things are often taken to the next level when Sharon makes 
some innocent comment that Katie twists slightly into something a little 
more lewd.

Sharon acted a bit shocked by the suggestion, but when I started to object 
Katie cut me off by saying that I certainly had more than enough fun 
showing her off and that now it was her turn for a change. That also 
quieted any protest from Sharon as well. It did seem only fair if even for 
what had happened the evening before without considering all the other 
times I had talked Katie out of her clothes. Although, everything the 
evening before had been her own doing. It could be argued that she had 
shown herself off without any urging from me. Still, it was hard to 
complain if she decided that she wanted a chance to play.

I lifted my arms off of the covers and allowed Katie to start to draw them 
down. She paused for effect for a moment as she reached my lower abdomen, 
then drew the covers down the rest of the way to expose me. I wish that I 
could say that I had a raging hard-on to show off, but things had really 
happened too quickly for me to get excited at the thought that Sharon was 
going to see me. I was not completely deflated, but was the little guy was 
still laying there limply against my abdomen. Things had dried up a bit, 
but the sticky remains of Katie's juices were still pretty obvious. Sharon 
took it all in for a long moment before it dawned on her that she caught 
us in the middle of something.

Sharon brought her hands up to cover her mouth as she sucked in a breath. 
"Oh! God! I'm sorry. I... Oh, God! I didn't know I... I mean... Oh, God! 
I'm so sorry... You were... Oh, God!" Sharon was completely flustered, 
just babbling. She kept raising her hands to cover her eyes, but then let 
them drop a second later as she was drawn back to look like not being able 
to help yourself as you are passing an accident.

Katie flipped the covers back up to cover me and simply said, "Whoops! 
Should have cleaned up cleaned things up." She got off the bed and headed 
for the bathroom, leaving Sharon sitting on the edge of the bed with me. 
Sharon sat there quietly until Katie came back into the room a moment 
later with a warm washcloth. She pulled the covers down again and quickly 
wiped the remains of our lovemaking up. Once finished, she flipped the 
covers back up to cover me and went back down the hall to deposit the 
washcloth in the bathroom. She was soon back.

Sharon started to babble again, apologizing for interrupting us and saying 
that she did not know. Katie quickly cut her off.

"So we were having a little morning play," Katie said. "Now we can just 
have a different sort of play."

Sharon tried to continue her apology, but Katie just shushed her.

"As I said, as many times as Tom has exposed me I am looking forward to my 
chance to expose him. You ok with that?" she asked Sharon.

Sharon took a bit of a breath and then slowly nodded. I had been a bit 
worried that this was going to completely kill the mood. Sharon had been a 
bit nervous when Katie first suggested exposing me and I think that the 
evidence of our recent play just made things a bit too real for her to 
deal with. I did not want to push her too far and have this be the end of 
the possibility of any future play, but she seemed to have calmed down and 
I trusted Katie's intuition about how to proceed.

Katie lifted her hand back to the edge of the covers and after looking 
once again for Sharon's consent, slowly but steadily pulled them down to 
uncover me. Sharon's reaction had spoiled the mood for me a bit as well 
and I was pretty limp at this point. Not to the extent of the so-called 
"cold water shrinkage" but definitely not in any state to impress anyone.

Katie picked up on that as well and commented that I certainly was not 
doing anything to impress Sharon. Her hand moved to brush against me. She 
rubbed the backs of her fingers along my length and then turned her hand 
over to run her fingertips down along my shaft. At the base, she shifted 
to run her palm down across my scrotum and then back up to wrap her hand 
around the base of my member. She gave it a bit of a squeeze as her 
attentions were causing me to come to life again.

Sharon watched the movement of Katie's hand in silence, but I could tell 
that she was overcoming her earlier discomfort. With Katie's touch, I was 
starting to swell to the occasion once again. Slowly at first, but as I 
started to harden Katie wrapped her hand around me and pumped back and 
forth to quickly bring me to full attention. She again lightly traced her 
fingers along my shaft and used the palm of her hand to caress my balls. 
She pulled my member away from my abdomen, letting it stick straight up 
into the air, and remarked that this was the way she liked to see it. She 
gripped me about mid-shaft, her grasp surprisingly strong for her little 
hand. First she pulled downward, stretching the skin and making my head 
swell and the veins stand out until the skin was near shiny. Then she 
reversed her direction and pulled the loose skin up until it nearly 
enclosed the head. A moments pause and then she pulled downward again, 
stretching the skin and swelling the head once again as it strained 
against her pull.

Grasping the base of my manhood, she used her other hand to lightly caress 
its head. I was getting pretty worked up by her attentions and let my eyes 
close as I let out a moan. She continued to rub the head of my shaft and 
especially the ridge of it. As Katie worked on me, I suddenly felt another 
hand on my thigh. I only allowed my eyes to open slightly and saw Sharon 
watching intently, her hand absentmindedly on my leg. I don't think that 
she consciously decided to touch me but was merely getting caught up in 
things. I let my eyes close again and just enjoyed the feeling of being 
touched.

Katie must have noticed Sharon's hand, because I heard her murmur her 
ascent to Sharon. The hand on my leg quickly withdrew which only provoked 
Katie to encourage her further. Again I felt the hand on my leg, 
tentatively at first and then gaining some confidence as she rubbed 
cautiously at my leg. More encouragement from Katie and I felt the hand 
drift higher up my leg.

Katie had been grasping the base of my shaft with one hand to pull the 
loose skin taut and lightly stroking her other hand over the head of my 
shaft, encircling it with her fingers. The hand at my head disappeared and 
again I heard Katie's encouragement. The other hand at my leg disappeared 
for a moment or two, more encouragement from Katie, and then I felt a 
light grasp around the head of my shaft once again. The grasp had a 
decidedly different feel to it, not just in pressure but also in the 
temperature of the hand (a bit cooler) and the shape and feel of the hand 
itself.

I risked opening my eyes slightly again and was rewarded with the sight of 
Sharon grasping my cock. At first she just grasped it lightly around the 
head, almost unsure of what to do. Katie still clenched the base of my 
shaft and I soon felt her other hand begin to massage my scrotum. I let my 
eyes drift closed once again and just concentrated on the feel of their 
touch.

Katie found one of my testicles and grasped it gently, rubbing over it 
with her thumb. It caused me to shiver slightly and I could feel the head 
of my shaft throb slightly in Sharon's hand. She felt it to and 
involuntarily gripped me a bit tighter. Once again encouragement from 
Katie and I began to feel Sharon's hand move to caress my head. Another 
hand was on my leg again and I could picture Sharon touching me.

Katie was gently massaging my testicle, first one and then the other, and 
I could feel the pressure building within me. Sharon was becoming more 
confident, sliding her hand down my shaft and then back up and over the 
ridge of my head. She'd stop and then run her thumb back and forth over 
the ridge as she held the head in her hand and felt it swell against her 
palm.

I could not help myself and gently bucked my hips against her hand. She 
paused for a moment and then resumed her pumping with her hand. As her 
motions gained aggressiveness, I could feel the pressure building within 
me and bucked against her hand more. Katie's hand found both my testicles 
and grasped them, gently squeezing them together. I let out a long breath 
as I felt my climax coming. Sharon pumped away at me until she felt my 
member begin to throb. She grasped it with both hands and pointed it 
straight up.

I had to watch and opened my eyes to watch my first shot of cum spurt up 
and then fall back onto my head and down onto Sharon's hands where they 
encircled my shaft just below the head. As further shots oozed down over 
myself and her hands, she held my shaft with one hand and used the palm of 
her other hand to rub my cum into the head of my penis. Its sensitivity 
triggered more spasms as she did this and her grip around my shaft 
tightened as though relishing in the feel of my member throbbing in her 
hands.

As my spasms subsided, she slid the hand around my shaft down towards its 
base, displacing Katie's hand. Sharon used her other hand to slowly pump 
up and down my shaft with a light touch to cover the length of it in my 
own juices. Katie's other hand disappeared from my scrotum and I heard her 
say that she'd be back with a washcloth. While she was gone, Sharon 
continued to rub my cum along the length of my shaft. Only when Katie came 
back did her hands leave me, to be replaced with a warm washcloth as Katie 
cleaned me up. Opening my eyes, I saw Sharon disappearing out the doorway. 
No doubt headed for the bathroom to clean herself up. My eyes found 
Katie's and I was somewhat amazed at the way that they sparkled. Katie was 
definitely enjoying herself!

She leaned in to me and I kissed her. She finished up with the washcloth 
as I told her that I loved her. She gave me a big smile and pulled the 
covers over me once again as she headed for the door with the washcloth. 
She passed Sharon at the door. Sharon stood there in the doorway, looking 
a bit timid once again. I motioned for her to have a seat on the bed again 
and she complied. Katie was soon back and she took her seat on the bed as 
well.

"So, what was it you came over here for?" Katie asked with a giggle.

"Ummm... Wanted to talk to you a bit," was Sharon's reply. "But I guess I 
got a bit more than I bargained for. Huh?"

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Katie asked.

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you alone a bit..." Sharon answered.

I shook my head. "Sure, just take advantage of a guy and then just treat 
him like he isn't important," I said.

Katie slapped my leg through the covers and laughed. "Oh, don't complain 
there buster. You just got more than most men could ever dream of. You're 
probably ready for a nap anyway." To Sharon she said, "Give me a moment 
and I'll throw some clothes on. We can leave this complainer here and go 
get a cup of something at the coffee shop."


"Yep, that's how these women are." I said to no one in particular. "Love 
them and leave them. Not so much a kiss goodbye."

Both women giggled a bit but first Katie and then Sharon gave me a quick 
kiss. I lay there in bed as they got up. Sharon went to the door to give 
Katie some privacy to change, but Katie had already dropped her robe and 
headed to her closet totally naked. I noticed that Sharon saw Katie, but 
she just kept going and headed out to the living room to wait.

Katie quickly pulled some clothes on and came back over to me to give me a 
kiss before leaving. She had not put on a bra so I took the opportunity to 
cup her breast and tweak her nipple as she bent down to me. She told me to 
behave myself and that she would be back soon.

I lay in bed for awhile longer, just enjoying what had happened. Finally I 
got up, pulled on my own robe and headed for the kitchen to find some 
breakfast for myself. I could tell that things were most likely going to 
get interesting around here. 

 
Exposing Katie 015

Our most recent adventure, that involving Sharon interrupting our Sunday 
morning play, had been spontaneous and unexpected. I loved how Katie and I 
were getting to the point where we could just go with the flow and know 
pretty much what the other's thoughts were about what was happening. There 
was no jealousy nor was there a fear that the other was jealous. In a lot 
of ways, it felt good that Katie was just as quick to expose me as I was 
to expose her. Letting Sharon masturbate me was a bit more than I could 
have expected considering that we had a rule against people touching Katie 
during our adventures, but Larry had hugged Katie on two occasions that 
she was completely naked and gotten in some good fondling. Believe me, it 
wasn't something that I was going to argue about!

But as I waited for Katie's and Sharon's return I began to have a few 
fears. Not about anything between Katie and me, but I began to second 
guess Sharon's reaction to things. She had started out excited by the 
temptation of seeing me naked, but when she realized that she had caught 
us in the middle of sexual play it had unnerved her quite a bit. I guess 
that just seeing me naked could be seen on a non-sexual level, but seeing 
the remains of our sex had crossed that line. She had regained her 
composure and seemed to get into things, but was somewhat quiet and 
withdrawn after I had climaxed. Perhaps a bit embarrassed by her obvious 
enjoyment of what had happened?

I trusted Katie and her judgment, but had to admit that I was a bit 
concerned that we had moved too quickly with Sharon. I did not want to 
have everything fall apart before anything had a chance to even happen.

When Sharon just dropped Katie off without coming in, I was almost 
convinced that we had gone too far. Katie quickly put my mind to ease, 
though. She said that she and Sharon had a good discussion and that Sharon 
only had to get back to her family and had said to be sure to say hello to 
me and give me a kiss for her.

I think that what Katie had to learn most in all of this was to trust me 
not to treat her as badly as others had done in her past. For me, I think 
that what I had to learn most was to trust Katie's judgment when it came 
to dealing with others. She definitely has a lot more skill in dealing 
with people than I do. And I think that her skill has only gotten better 
as she has come to see through my actions that not everyone was out to 
harm her in some way. If only I could learn to quiet my own inner fears as 
well as Katie has done with hers.

We talked a bit about her conversation with Sharon, but I got the 
impression that there was a certain amount of "girl talk" that I just 
wasn't going to hear about. That was fine. I knew that Katie would tell me 
anything that was really important. She did mention that Sharon had been 
interested to hear about our adventures with exhibitionism. Although Katie 
told how Sharon kept saying that she could never do anything like that 
herself, Katie thought that Sharon was just a little too interested to be 
able to turn around and casually forget about doing such things. I 
couldn't help but wonder whether anyone else in the coffee-shop had gotten 
an earful of their conversation. I'm sure that Katie was discreet in her 
storytelling, but I could imagine that as she got into the excitement of a 
story her voice would rise and she would not have been paying as close 
attention to her surroundings.

The rainy day did put a bit of a damper on our activities for the day. We 
took some time taking care of the usual household chores and then settled 
down to read the Sunday paper together. When Katie and Sharon had left for 
the coffee-shop, Katie had just thrown on some clothes. She had grabbed a 
pair of jeans and one of her button down Oxford cloth shirts, leaving the 
shirt unbuttoned to a point between her breasts. The shirt fit snugly 
enough that it did not gape open to show off her breasts, but it did show 
off skin from her neck down across the flat of her chest. I think that the 
look is a great tease. Not really showing anything she shouldn't be, but 
pretty obvious that she is not wearing a bra and that only a couple 
buttons are between decency and having her breasts exposed.

Once she was home again and we had started in on the household chores, it 
was not long before another button or two was released from its bonds. 
Katie knows how much I love to just look at her and is sure to humor my 
desires. For the most part she was still covered, but as she was cleaning 
her movements would often give me a view of a breast peeking out from her 
shirt. I've gone on about how much I love to just see Katie fully naked, 
but I have to admit that getting a "peek" of her nakedness has a certain 
thrill to it of seeing something forbidden even after all the years that 
we have been married. I love watching her from bare naked to wrapped 
completely in a winter parka with her face barely showing and everything 
in between!

Our chores and the Sunday paper only got us to about mid-afternoon. By the 
time that we sat down to the paper, another button or two had become 
undone. So her breasts were both on display at times. That seemed to make 
the dreary state of world affairs somewhat easier to take. But with the 
paper finished, we were once again at a loss for activities. The weather 
did not have either of us in the mood to go out someplace. It just seemed 
like a day to stay holed up inside. We could not seem to hit on anything 
that we wanted to do.

Nothing interesting was on television, neither of us had a good book we 
were reading, we were not in the mood for watching one of the movies we 
had. It was just one of those times when absolutely nothing seemed 
interesting. Of course, boredom is the devil's playground as they say.

Katie's teasing through the morning had definitely set the stage for 
continued games, but it was more of a playful mood than just heading off 
for a romp in the bedroom. If the weather had been warmer, I could have 
possibly convinced Katie to play naked in the rain in some secluded spot. 
But the day was dour enough that doing so just did not seem appealing. I 
think that it was the combination of the playful mood and the desire for a 
more pleasant day that got my mind to thinking.

I suppose that a little back-story is required at this point. This was 
after the point a few years ago that the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue 
came out with the body-painted swimsuits. I had bought both the magazine 
and the calendar that came out afterwards. After the year was over, I took 
the calendar down but kept the two of them together on my bookshelf. One 
day Katie came across them and pulled them out to look at them again.

She commented about how that took the term "painted on clothing" to a 
whole new level and questioned whether it was art, whether in and of 
itself it was something that turned people on, or whether it was mostly 
just an attempt by Sports Illustrated to push the boundaries by really 
having naked models while attempting to maintain the guise of showing 
swim-wear. She pointed out that they included all the information on the 
swimsuits that were used for reference as though it was all about showing 
off the swim-wear, which to her only confirmed that they were doing their 
best to sidestep the issue of the models being naked. "Thou protesteth too 
much!" and all of that.

Her question about whether the body-paint in itself was a turn-on led to 
me telling her a story about how back in grade school I saw one of my 
father's Playboy magazines that had a pictorial of Veruschka in 
body-paint. Some of the designs were abstract, but a number of the photos 
were of her with "painted" clothes on. If you looked at it from a 
distance, it just looked like she was fully clothed. Only upon looking 
closer could you see that she was really naked. One image that I can 
picture clearly to this day was of her painted up as a gangster with a 
dark jacket, white shirt, and red tie. The only physical props she had 
were a gun, fedora hat, and a cigarette. Everything else was paint. The 
pictorial left a definite impression on my young mind and the idea of a 
woman with "painted" clothes has always been a turn-on for me.

Katie always (even to this day) gets this funny smile on her face when I 
start going on about something from my past that she has never heard about 
before. We have known each other for over fifteen years now and she sort 
of thinks she knows me better than I do myself at times. Much of the time 
I have to admit that she actually does know me pretty well. Then something 
like this comes up and she cannot believe that she has never seen this 
particular side to me.

At first, she could not quite understand why a naked person that looked 
like they had clothes on was a turn-on for me. This led to another story, 
about how my one roommate in college maintained that nobody paid any 
attention to greetings. He set out to prove this at his evening job at a 
fast food place. He was getting sort of tired of the job anyway, so he was 
not too concerned about the consequences. He was required to say to each 
customer, "Welcome to ---, may I take your order?" He changed this to, 
"Welcome to ---, may I fuck your daughter?" A bit forward of him if you 
ask me, but his point was that they sort of sounded the same if you said 
them quickly. In any case, he did this for a week without one person 
actually hearing what he was really saying. He finally gave up on his 
little game, mainly because he got bored with it. So two slightly weird 
stories from my past in one evening had Katie considering that I was more 
of a lunatic than she had ever previously thought.

So I tried to explain further. Have you ever noticed that you usually only 
serve to dig a deeper hole for yourself the more you try to explain 
something? I told her that it often seems like a majority of the 
population operates on auto-pilot, never bothering to look beyond their 
definition of what is normal. Although some people take delight in 
blatantly crossing those boundaries and getting in people's faces, 
sometimes there can be a lot of fun in crossing the boundaries more 
covertly and seeing what you can get away with. So the body painting was a 
human trompe l'oeil of sorts. Luck was on my side and the light finally 
dawned for Katie and I knew that I had explained myself to her.

This discussion led to us searching the internet for pictures of body 
painting and nudity and we ended up finding a lot of pictures of Fantasy 
Fest in Key West. We had seen pictures of Mardi Gras before, but after 
seeing a few women flashing their tits for beads you've pretty much seen 
all there is to see. Only the sizes and shapes change. Fantasy Fest 
intrigued us both, though.

I guess that it was a combination of the accepted partial or full nudity 
instead of just merely flashing coupled with the creativity of the 
body-painting that appealed to us both. We each have our artistic 
interests and we were amazed at the detail involved in some of the 
designs. I'm not sure which one of us was more interested in the full body 
paint costumes. The idea of a woman being completely naked except for 
paint had quickly become a real turn-on for both of us. We downloaded a 
number of the pictures and brought them up a couple times to talk about 
them since first seeing them.

You can see that my fetish for body paint has a long history. Now it began 
to work in my mind that it also had the potential to provide the 
possibilities toward achieving my other fetish of having Katie completely 
naked in public. I think that is much of the reason that I found myself 
drawn to the images of painted clothes in particular and also why I like 
my term of "human trompe l'oeil" so much in referring to such body paint 
-- that by "misleading the eye" the wearer is allowed some secret freedom. 
We've actually found a few related experiences where people that were 
fully naked except for body-paint at Fantasy Fest or similar venues 
received less attention than people in revealing clothes that still had 
all the important parts completely covered. People just did not realize 
what they were really seeing.

So, getting back to the story, the playful mood and the wish for warmer 
weather combined to remind me of Fantasy Fest in sunny Key West. We had 
never quite gotten to the point of discussing actually doing any paint 
work ourselves, but this rainy afternoon seemed like the perfect 
opportunity to put it to a test. I excused myself for a moment and went 
into my study where I pulled out my set of acrylic paints. It has been 
years since I have actually done any painting with them, but I keep 
meaning to make some time for it again. This was not exactly the use that 
I had been meaning to put them to, but it would work. I rifled through 
them a bit and turned up a few colors that I thought might look good. A 
tube of black, one of white, alizarin crimson caught my eye, hookers green 
just begged to be used, and I finished off with a tube of hansa orange. I 
grabbed a couple brushes and set everything on my palette to take out to 
the living room.

At the doorway I told Katie to close her eyes for a moment and finish 
unbuttoning her shirt. She sat there smiling with her eyes closed as she 
did as I instructed. I don't think that she could have imagined what I was 
up to, but I guess that she had decided that whatever I had thought up 
would be better than sitting around bored for the rest of a rainy Sunday 
afternoon.

When she was ready, I came into the room and knelt on the floor in front 
of her. I put my supplies down on the floor and decided to start with some 
white. I squeezed a bit onto the palette and ended up deciding to forgo 
the brush. First I pulled her shirt down off her shoulders to make sure 
that it would stay out of the way and then I dipped my finger into the 
paint and raised it to the naked canvas in front of me. I paused for a 
moment, trying to decide what I was going to attempt to paint on her. I 
finally decided to just go with something abstract. I raised my finger 
towards her shoulder and drew my finger down along her breast just to the 
outside of her nipple and continued down towards her belly in a bit of a 
sweeping curve until the paint ran out. She had flinched slightly when I 
first touched her from the coolness and slippery feel of the paint. She 
knew something was up, but I wasn't sure if she knew what I was doing yet.

I dabbed my finger into the paint again and mirrored my first stroke down 
the other side of her. I squeezed out a bit more paint and decided to try 
a brush. I loaded it up pretty good and worked on filling in what I had 
started with my fingers. I think that the brush tipped her off to what I 
was doing, but she continued to sit there patiently with her eyes closed.

I squeezed out some crimson and used a second brush to paint in two 
crescents across her breasts and over her nipples. Imagine sort of a 
v-neckline in white with cups of red across her breasts. I realized that I 
needed something to wash my brushes out in, so I told Katie to stay put 
for a moment and I would be right back. I dashed to the kitchen and 
quickly filled a jar with some water. When I returned, Katie was still 
sitting there with her eyes closed and a grin on her face. I don't know if 
she had peeked, but she seemed to definitely be enjoying what was 
happening to her.

I dipped the brush in my jar of water to rinse it out and loaded the brush 
up with black paint. I touched my brush to Katie's nipple and could see 
the shiver run through her body as she reacted to the cool slime of the 
paint. I carefully painted just her nipple so that it would contrast 
starkly from the rest of her crimson colored breast.

The tremors that passed through her body as I concentrated on getting my 
paint-job just right told me of the effect that I was having on her. To 
her credit, she kept her eyes closed (at least I did not catch her 
peeking) and held relatively still so that I managed to get her first 
nipple painted. I started in on her other nipple and could tell that she 
was really having to hold back from the sensations that I was imparting to 
her sensitive spots. I got her second nipple about halfway painted when 
Katie finally could not keep her silence any longer.

"Umm... I can pretty much tell BASICALLY what you are doing to me, but 
what EXACTLY are you trying to do to me?" she asked.

Playing naive, I said, "Oh, nothing much. Just painting your beautiful 
body."

"Any particular reason you may be doing this?" she asked.

I explained that I had been thinking about the Sports Illustrated calendar 
and the Fantasy Fest pictures that we had seen and just thought that I 
would try my hand at it. By this point I was nearly finished with her 
nipple.

"So, am I going to get to see this masterpiece?" she asked.

"Of course, dear," I answered.

There was a bit of a pause. Then she asked, "Nothing else going on?"

"I don't think so. Why?" I asked.

"Ummm... Well, you're doing a damn good job of getting me all hot and 
bothered with the way that you are playing with my nipples there," she 
said.

I finished up with my painting and told her that she could take a look. 
She opened her eyes and looked down at herself then asked if she could go 
look in the mirror. With my permission, I followed her into the bedroom so 
that she could stand in front of the full-length mirror.

She looked at herself for awhile, turning a bit to look at her breasts 
from different angles. Then she turned to me and asked what was next.

I said, "I don't know, what would you like to do next?"

"Do you plan to paint any more of me, or is that it for now?" she asked.

"Well, to paint any more you'd have to take the rest of your clothes off." 
I told her.

"That could certainly be arranged. But I do think that it would only be 
fair that you removed some clothing too, mister, and that I got to paint 
on you as well," she said.

That definitely was not an argument that I was going to have with the 
lady, so we both quickly stripped. Katie went to the closet and came back 
with some old towels, which she laid out on the floor of the living room 
so that we would not have to worry about any accidents. I got the rest of 
my paints from the study and we both sat down on the floor. It worked 
better to take turns painting. With both of us trying to paint at the same 
time, we'd invariably end up moving at just the wrong moment and messing 
up the other person.

We lost track of time a bit and spent a good portion of the afternoon 
painting each other and wound up looking like we were the victims of some 
drive-by hippy graffiti artists or something.

Katie had a harder time of it since painting over my body hair was a bit 
difficult. She had fun painting my penis and balls, though. She painted 
the head of it blue and then painted white and red stripes along the 
shaft. She said that she was going for a patriotic theme, but it sort of 
ended up looking more like a barber pole. She painted my testicles blue 
(what other color would they be, she asked) and painted two big eyes on 
them. She painted little flowers and other patterns across other parts of 
my body.

I continued the abstract theme rather than really painting anything in 
particular on her. She wasn't sure that she wanted to have to clean paint 
out of her pussy, but did allow me to get a little creative down there. I 
painted her white up to the edges of her lips to accentuate her pink and 
then painted her clit crimson with a black stripe down across it to 
continue the theme I started with her breasts and to make it stand out as 
well.

It was definitely a fun afternoon, but we quickly realized that the 
acrylic paint was not going to work very well for body paint. As it dried, 
it would crack and "alligator" with any movement. Eventually it began to 
peel and flake off. But we had a good afternoon out of it and left our 
"decorations" on for dinner. It was a sort of silly thing to do, but there 
is nothing wrong with being playful and I'm never going to argue with 
anything that gets Katie out of her clothes. The evening found us in the 
shower together with some cold cream and quite a bit of scrubbing to the 
get the last remnants of it off of our bodies.


The idea stuck with me over the next few days, though. Slow moments at 
work and my mind would turn to either thoughts of better paints to use or 
designs or other things that I could paint on Katie. I found myself 
becoming somewhat obsessed with the idea of painting "clothing" on Katie. 
The thought that she could possibly be out in public with only a thin 
layer of paint keeping her "decent" was a real turn-on for me. I realized 
that keeping the "clothing" low-key was definitely the way to go. 
Something that was revealing or flashy would draw attention and the 
chances were greater that people would notice that something was out of 
the ordinary. Being conservative would actually allow us to be more 
daring.

However, a better paint would have to be found before we could try things 
out in public. The way that the acrylic flaked off would easily unmask us.

On the way home from work one evening, I stopped in at a novelty store and 
found a small kit for face painting with a half dozen tubes of different 
colors. After dinner, I pulled my purchase out and showed it to Katie. She 
got that amused smile on her face that meant a combination of the 
realization that she was soon going to be losing her clothing, that she 
always considered me a little like a kid in a candy store when it came to 
her losing her clothing, and that indulging me was not only about the 
easiest way for her to say that she loved me but also that it pretty much 
assured her the position of being the most incredible woman on the face of 
this planet in my eyes.

I think that is a mistake that a lot of women make. That they see being a 
sexual person as being degrading. Unfortunately, it comes from society 
seeing the question as being black or white. That a woman is either a 
virgin or a slut and anything in between automatically pushes her to the 
slutty end of the spectrum. It is a shame, because Katie is a perfect 
example of being able to approach nudity and sexuality with a wholesome 
innocence.

Once things from dinner were put away and the dishes were done, we headed 
for the living room and Katie was sitting before me with her shirt off 
once again. I suppose that it would have been just as easy to try it out 
on an arm or leg, but somehow it just made sense to paint her boobs.

We quickly determined that the face paint was not what we were looking for 
either. It covered much better than the acrylic and did not have the 
problem of cracking or flaking off, but it achieved this by remaining 
somewhat greasy. That would definitely be a problem with it rubbing off on 
things and it was pretty much impossible to do any sort of detail. 
Paintbrushes did not work well and I ended up applying it with my fingers. 
It just did not give the look that we were searching for.

That did not stop us from playing with it and soon we had drug out the old 
towels again and were both naked and painting each other. Since we were 
not able to work with any detail, it just became a matter of smearing 
paint on each other in an attempt to cover as much skin as possible. We 
ended up with both our bodies covered with somewhat primitive 
multi-colored tribal graphics covering them. Again, it was an enjoyable 
way to spend a few hours in an evening.

We probably would not have been quite so intent on covering our bodies if 
we had known how hard it would be to get the stuff back off, though. Most 
of the acrylic paint had come off just rubbing with soap and water and a 
little cold cream here and there to take the stubborn bits off. But soap 
and water just seemed to smear the face paint around and we ended up using 
up Katie's whole jar of cold cream to get it off.

Rigorously washing off each other's bodies did have its moments. Katie 
took great delight in soaping my penis to clean it off. She had wisely 
decided that she was not too keen on the idea of getting the face paint in 
her pussy even before we found out what a pain it was to wash it off. 
Still, she had allowed me to apply a lime green stripe to her clit to 
match the lime green that I had applied to her nipples. So I got her back 
by doing a very thorough job of cleaning her up. I tried to explain to 
Katie that I was only trying to wash it off as I continued to rub first 
her nipples and then her clit with a generous coating of cold cream, but 
she just informed me that I had better clean things up quickly and start 
rubbing her clit with something other than my finger pretty darn soon. 
Let's just say that I wasn't about to argue with the woman on that point! 
Nothing like the gentle cascade of warm water across your bodies while 
making love. We finished our shower scrubbed squeaky clean and well 
satisfied.

Although the face paint had not worked out quite the way that I had wanted 
it to, it only served to firm my resolve about finding something that 
worked and getting a "paint clothed" Katie out in public.

We had seen some pictures of people being airbrushed in the Fantasy Fest 
photos, so I did a bit of web searching and turned up a source for 
airbrush body paints. I had an airbrush from some college design classes, 
so an order was placed. The paints were pretty expensive. One 4 oz. bottle 
was more than the price of my whole face painting kit! So I limited myself 
to four bottles: black, white, red, and henna brown. I also ordered a set 
of body art stencils that they sold to do temporary tattoos. I figured 
that the black and henna brown would work well for temporary tattoos if 
other things did not work out with the paints. Besides, the acrylics and 
face paints had shown us that the darker colors worked better anyway. 
Lighter colors made it much easier to tell that she wasn't wearing 
anything. I got the white and red mainly to accent the darker colors.

While I was waiting, I got my airbrush out and made sure that everything 
was still in working order. I loaded it up with some paint and spent about 
an hour spraying designs on some cardboard boxes I had laying around. I 
still remembered enough that I was able to do a fairly decent job of 
things. Not to the level of the people able to paint feathers, scales, or 
anything too fancy, but I felt confident that I could paint some clothes 
or simple designs on Katie.

About a week later a box showed up in the mail. Everything arrived safely 
and we took a quick look through things but did not have a chance to 
experiment for a couple days. We did paint just a stripe of it on Katie's 
thigh. Although the paint was hypoallergenic, we wanted to make sure that 
Katie was not going to have any strange reactions to the paint and figured 
that it was better to test in an inconspicuous spot than to have her break 
out in some horrible rash. After a day without any reactions on her thigh, 
I also put a couple dots of paint along her labia to make sure that there 
would not be any problems in more "sensitive" areas.

The "test strips" held up well and removed fairly easily. The instructions 
called for using rubbing alcohol to remove the paint, but we also found 
that hand cream or baby oil broke the paint down in more sensitive areas.

When we finally had some time one evening, we talked over our dinner about 
what we wanted to do with the airbrush paints. We agreed that tonight we 
were just going to experiment, but that there were some specific things 
that we wanted to try out. The "test areas" of the paint had done well. 
Katie had not experienced any sensitivity to the paints. The dots on her 
labia wore off more quickly, but she had no irritation or other indication 
that it was even there.

One thing that we wanted to see was how an expanse of the paint would look 
as well as how it would wear. With the acrylics, small areas of paint 
looked believable and did not break up as quickly. As Katie would move 
around, the larger areas of paint would stretch and begin to crack. The 
face paint did not have the problems with the cracking, but larger areas 
were hard to get even and were more prone to smudging.

Katie was pretty eager to try the temporary tattoos out. I think that 
anyone with some creativity is intrigued by various thoughts of body 
ornamentation, but the only problem becomes the question of being locked 
into something permanent. Somehow that ends up seeming less creative. 
Katie had gotten a henna tattoo at a fair years ago, but it took quite 
awhile and was not exactly something that you could easily do on your own. 
So Katie wanted me to do something that she could "wear around" for 
awhile. That also fit well into our interest in finding out how long the 
paint would last.

Not wanting to worry about over-spray or any dropped paint, we set up a 
stool down in the basement and draped an old towel over it for Katie to 
sit on. She stripped down quickly, as excited to try this out as I was. 
She settled herself on the stool and waited for me to begin.

I figured that I would start with some broader stuff and work my way up to 
doing some finer detail. I explained my intentions as I got the airbrush 
ready, turning on the compressor and filling up the cup with paint.

We were going to start out with a bikini top and I did not want to start 
right in on her sensitive bits, so I made a pass between her breasts to 
give the "clip" between the cups and then began to work on the cups, 
starting at the bottom of her breasts. As I got up to her nipples, she 
flinched and told me that it definitely tickled. I "covered" up her 
breasts, giving her a fairly small bikini. The edges were a bit "fuzzy" 
though, so I took a piece of cardboard and used it as a mask to make the 
edges more distinct.

With the basic shape of the "bikini" finished, I took a step back to look 
at it. The shape looked pretty good and if you let your eyes unfocus a bit 
it looked about right. I studied her for a few minutes before I stepped 
back in to put the "string" on the bikini.

It took a few false starts before I went ahead and actually started to 
apply paint. The problem was that I had to have her lift her arms so that 
I could get the "strings" the whole way around her torso. But when she 
lifted her arms, it would stretch the skin under her arms. Then when she 
would lower her arms everything would return to normal. I could see that 
if I wasn't careful I'd end up with the "string" dipping too low under her 
arms. For a couple minutes it looked like I was having her do slow motion 
chicken imitations, flapping her arms as I had her raise them up and down. 
Once I was satisfied that I could do a good job, I applied some quick 
strokes to paint in the narrow bands of the "straps" of her "bikini" 
around her torso and over her shoulders.

Stepping back, I took another look. For a first attempt, it definitely 
looked good and I thought it would actually be passable at a distance. I 
took a moment to dump the black paint out of the airbrush cup and run some 
water through the airbrush to clean it out. Then I put some white paint in 
the cup and after taking a moment or two to look at things, added some 
accents and highlights to finish off the top of Katie's "bikini" for her.

Taking a step back again, I looked her over and thought that it looked 
pretty good. I asked Katie if she wanted to take a look at things or if I 
should continue. She told me that she'd rather wait until she could see 
the whole finished project, so I asked her if she wanted a bottom to go 
with the top. She responded by spreading her legs to give me access.

As inviting as that was, I decided that I wanted to start elsewhere and 
work up to her most intimate parts. I had her get up off of the stool and 
turn away from me. After sizing things up for a moment I sprayed in the 
strings of her suit, running them above her hips and dropping down a bit 
in the front and back. I then had her bend over with her hands on the 
stool with her legs spread and painted in a little triangle in back for 
the "connection" then ran another "string" down between her ass cheeks. I 
didn't bother running it the whole way down, just far enough that it would 
"disappear" when she was standing normally.

I had her turn around and continued the "string" across her abdomen and 
then had her resume her seat on the stool. We worked for a minute on a 
position for her that gave me access without being too uncomfortable for 
her. I picked up my cardboard mask again and used it to get a sharp line 
for either side of the bikini and then filled in between them. I started 
at the top and worked my way down to the top of her clit. As the spray hit 
her clit, she gave a shudder and told me that was definitely a unique 
feeling.

I took a moment to blot her dry a bit with a towel and had her spread her 
legs a bit more. We had discussed how "thorough" I should be with my 
painting of her nether regions. Katie had not experienced any sensitivity 
to the paints, so she was not worried about that. We had a bit of a laugh 
over the issue of the paint not all coming off when removed. It wasn't a 
big concern to her as long as it was in an area that would normally be 
covered so that she would not have to explain it to people, so paint 
residue on her nether regions would not be a problem.

She paused for a moment and then said, "Unless I have my GYN appointment 
coming up..." That led to more laughter.

So I painted her completely. I did not open up her labia and paint inside, 
but I covered her clit and labia completely.

Typically, Katie's labia sort of seal together unless she is extremely 
wet. I love playing with her, stroking the velvety softness of the 
outsides of her lips and then opening her up to expose the dewy wetness 
inside to my searching tongue.

So with her labia "sealed" the paint covered her completely. Obviously, 
you could see her nether lips if you looked, but if you were not looking 
for anything out of the ordinary it did seem to all blend together. 
Stepping back from her, it looked pretty good. Even when she spread her 
legs, her labia stayed stuck together. I knew that if that as she became 
aroused her labia would become lubricated and eventually part, but I knew 
that we could pull it off as long as Katie did not think about it too 
much. 

I rinsed the airbrush out again and swapped to white paint to add in some 
highlights as I had done with the top. The dark colors did a good job of 
masking what you were actually looking at and the highlights served to 
draw your eye away from the areas that might give the game away.

Finished, I took a step back to look at her. Obviously, if you were 
standing right next to her in full sunlight you'd have to be half blind 
not to see that she was naked. But if she were several yards away in a 
setting where a bikini would not be out of place, I felt that she would 
have a decent chance of pulling it off.

I offered Katie the chance to go upstairs and take a look at herself in 
the mirror, but she decided she'd rather let me finish up and then look at 
the final result. With the "bikini" done, we turned our attention to her 
"tattoos." Katie looked through the stencils and picked out two. A tribal 
strip and a design that she wanted to have done with the henna colored 
ink. She spent a few minutes trying to decide whether she wanted the strip 
around her upper arm or her ankle and finally decided on the ankle. I 
don't exactly consider that I have some sort of foot fetish (I think I 
have enough other ones), but I do think that there is something sexy about 
an ankle bracelet or toe ring. So the ankle "tattoo" worked for me as 
well.

The "tattoo" was a fairly simple matter of wrapping the stencil around her 
leg and then making a couple light passes over it with the airbrush. I 
even took the time to work with it a bit to try to make the design match 
up so that it was continuous instead of having an obvious 
starting/stopping point.

The stencil for the "henna tattoo" was basically triangular in shape and 
fit perfectly between Katie's breasts. It was low enough on her chest that 
it would not show if she wore something without a plunging neckline or 
kept a blouse buttoned up except for the top button or two. It did not 
exactly go with the bikini top, but we were experimenting with things 
anyway so I wasn't going to argue.

With everything finished, she headed upstairs while I cleaned things up. I 
threw the towels in the laundry and cleaned out the airbrush thoroughly, 
leaving it on the counter to dry out. 

When I got upstairs, Katie was sitting on the couch watching TV while she 
waited for me. She had not bothered to put anything on and seem quite at 
ease sitting there in her "bikini" in our living room.

I sat down next to her and asked her if she had checked herself out in the 
mirror. She said that she was pretty pleased with how it turned out. The 
"tattoos" looked real good to her and she was surprised at how natural the 
"bikini" looked from a distance.

Feeling a little devilish, I asked her if she was up to trying it out. She 
got a smile on her face and asked me what I had in mind.

Now normally we try to keep it low key around our house. We have some cool 
neighbors, but we don't want them getting the wrong impression. We have 
both been naked outside, but we're pretty discreet about it. But I figured 
I would take a chance this evening in "testing" Katie's "bikini" out. 
There was nothing inherently wrong with Katie being out in the yard in a 
bikini and I doubted that anyone would be able to tell that anything was 
amiss if they saw her out there. Basically, I wanted to see whether she 
would agree to it and if she did, how readily and willingly it would be.

I wasn't exactly surprised when she stood up and headed for the back door 
as soon as I finished my suggestion. She only asked how long she had to 
stay out there and whether I was coming out with her. I opted to stay 
inside. Our back yard is fenced in, so I figured that she could stay out 
of trouble even if someone saw her. Also that without me out there to 
"protect" her there would be more of a chance that one of our neighbors 
might interact with her. So I told her that she should stay out for at 
least fifteen minutes.

It wasn't quite dusk, but the sun was setting and the light was warm and 
muted. I took up my position by a window, standing back a bit so that 
nobody would see me watching. Even if she had been actually wearing a 
bikini, it would have been a good show for anyone looking. I had kept 
things pretty small and the "string bikini" left her ass cheeks bare.

Katie walked down the back steps and out into the yard. From a distance it 
looked pretty much like Katie was going for a barefoot walk in her gardens 
in her bikini. I had to look pretty closely while she was walking to catch 
a glimpse of her "lips" and know that something wasn't quite right. But I 
think that someone else would have to see her standing with her legs 
spread for awhile before they would really notice that something was 
amiss.

She took her time, just wandering about the yard as if she was checking on 
her plants. I was having a such a good time enjoying watching Katie 
walking around out there that I kept forgetting to look to see if anyone 
else was watching her. Nobody else was out, but I'd try to scan the nearby 
houses to see if I could catch anyone looking out their windows. Then I'd 
get caught up in watching Katie myself and forget to look around.

Katie stayed out there well past her fifteen minutes. She had taken her 
time to walk pretty much the whole way around our back yard before coming 
back up the steps and into the house.

Her first question was to ask me how she did. I took her into my arms and 
told her that she did beautifully. As I held her to me, she could feel my 
erection through my pants, a sure sign of how she did. Her second question 
was whether anyone else had been watching. I gave her a guilty look and 
explained that I spent too much time watching her to really know. She 
giggled and gave me a kiss.

She snuggled up against me as we kissed and I let my hands roam down over 
her back to her butt. I rubbed my hands over her ass cheeks a bit before 
cupping them in my hands and gently squeezing. She has a cute little firm 
butt. I pulled her up onto her tiptoes so that I could reach a finger 
between her legs from the back. I wasn't too surprised to find her wet and 
slippery. I moved my hands down below her ass cheeks and picked her up, 
wrapping her legs around me in the process. We continued to kiss as I 
carried her to the bedroom.

I laid her down on the bed and spread her legs a bit so that I could lay 
down between them. She was wet enough that her labia started to peel apart 
as I spread her legs, revealing a strip of moist pink peeking out from the 
midst of the blackness of her painted bikini. The contrast was incredibly 
sexy, similar to the contrast of bikini lines on a tanned body.

I ran a finger down along the exposed pink, causing her lips to part 
further and reveal their secret treasures to me. I continued to run my 
fingers along her labia, delighting in the transition from velvety 
smoothness to slick wetness as her arousal increased. Her breathing was 
growing deeper and she was letting out soft moans as I rubbed along her 
crease.

Bending my head down to her I took a slow breath, drinking in the musky 
sweetness of her scent. Getting closer, I allowed the very tip of my 
tongue to caress her seam and she shivered in response. Again I licked 
along her seam, bolder this time as I took in the salty warm taste of her 
and she responded with a louder moan that trailed off into a sigh. I 
licked up her seam and over the bundle of nerves at the base of her clit, 
sending more shivers through her body. I continued up over her painted 
clit and could detect no change in taste. I had wondered if there was any 
flavor to the paint, but I could detect no difference in taste or texture 
as I crossed from bare skin to painted.

I continued my oral pleasuring of her, licking along her seam and crossing 
over her clit every third or fourth stroke as I slowly built her up 
towards climax. As she got closer, I slowly inserted my index finger into 
her to gently rub her from inside. I nibbled on her clit with my lips and 
then gently sucked it into my mouth. My tongue found the sensitive nub and 
I continued to roll my tongue across it as her body stiffened beneath me. 
I continued to suck on and tongue her clit and stroke my finger inside of 
her as her climax drew closer. Her breathing was coming faster and deeper. 
Her hands grabbed at the sheets on either side of her as the muscles in 
her legs stiffened beneath me and her back arched. As she came, I 
continued to apply a steady sucking pressure to her clit which tends to 
increase the intensity of her orgasm for her. As she began to buck against 
my face, I used the finger inside of her and my arm wrapped around her 
thigh to hold her to me and keep my lips wrapped around her clit. She let 
out a series of gasps, moans, and little cries as she climaxed, her whole 
body shaking and tensing as the waves of pleasure hit her.

I released my hold on her clit and kissed it gently, then kissed slowly 
and gently down her labia as I withdrew my finger from her. I licked her 
juices off of my finger and then gently lapped at her. The taste of her 
seems to change after orgasm and I delighted in the different flavor of 
her.

As her breathing returned to normal, I drew away from her sweet honey pot 
and pulled myself up over her. I bent my head down to kiss her and our 
lips and tongues met. We kissed for several moments before her hands found 
my penis and guided it to her waiting warmth.

Slowly I eased into her, relishing in the warm wetness as it surrounded 
me. When I was into her to the hilt, I lowered my body onto hers. With her 
orgasm, she had worked up a sweat so her body was now cool and a bit 
clammy. I wrapped my arms and legs around her to warm her up as I kissed 
her neck and shoulders. As my mouth found hers, she sucked hungrily at my 
lips and tongue as her passion and body temperature rose once again.

I lifted myself off of her so that I could lever myself slowly in and out 
of her. Looking down between us, it was a bit odd to watch to watch the 
pink of my penis penetrate her jet black skin with only a small ring of 
her pink labia as it encircled me. I bent my head down and took a 
similarly jet black nipple into my mouth and sucked. Her hand caressed the 
back of my head as I suckled at her.

We fell into a rhythm as her hips moved to meet my thrusts. As we made 
love we'd kiss or I'd kiss and nibble on her shoulders and breasts as 
she'd caress my back and the back of my neck and head.

I paced myself and brought Katie to two more orgasms. The second one, as 
she tightened around me, had its effect on me, though. Involuntarily my 
pace quickened and my thoughts went to the sensations of her velvet 
passage as I slid through it. I could feel myself swelling inside of her 
as I reached my own climax. As I felt that familiar tightening in my 
scrotum and the first pulse throb through my groin I slammed against her 
one last time and buried myself to the hilt in her, bringing us both to 
orgasm. I collapsed onto Katie and she wrapped her arms and legs around 
me, drawing me to her and grinding our hips together as though unable to 
get enough of me inside of her.

We both lay there, our sweat soaked bodies plastered together so that we 
could feel each other's pulse beat as we both struggled to regain our 
breath. All of the painting session and Katie running around our backyard 
essentially naked had served as an extensive foreplay and our orgasms took 
it out of us. We both drifted off and fell asleep for about forty-five 
minutes. We awoke feeling refreshed and kissed and snuggled a bit before 
getting up and heading to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. The paint 
had held up remarkably well. There was some wear in places, but most of it 
held together.

Our discussion turned to whether we could actually take Katie out in 
public "dressed" in paint and how to go about it. The discussion continued 
over the next several days. She showed off her "ankle tattoo" at work and 
a number of people expressed interest in it. Jokingly, she told me that I 
might have to set up a sideline business. I could think of a few of her 
coworkers that I would not mind applying some paint to. The bikini lasted 
for three days before wear and bathing began to take its toll. There had 
been some spots that wore pretty quickly, but for the most part it held 
up.

Casting about for ideas to get Katie out in public, I remembered one of 
the other things that had come up while we were looking for information on 
body painting on the internet. It was an exhibitionist story that involved 
an early morning jog around a high school track with painted on spandex 
running shorts. With our discussions I went back to find the story again, 
printed it out, and took it to Katie to let her read it.

After reading the story, Katie seemed excited to give it a try to see what 
would happen. The woman in the story, Niki, had worn a sports bra and had 
the shorts painted on. At first we discussed going for the whole outfit 
being painted on. Katie's breasts are small and firm and I initially 
figured that we could get away with it. But the more that we discussed it, 
the more we realized that it would be better to start off a bit cautious. 
In the story, they had used tempera paint and hairspray to give it a sheen 
like spandex, but made it clear that Niki had a devil of a time getting it 
back off and I could not imagine tempera paint holding up any better than 
our first try with the acrylics. Our airbrush paint gave a soft sheen and 
we figured that would be enough for our spandex.

We finally decided to go to a bicycle/walking trail through a residential 
area near us where Katie often goes to rollerblade and that I would take 
my bicycle along. Parts of the trail are wooded and it is somewhat removed 
from the houses and apartments that surround it, sort of a greenbelt. The 
path is paved and people often use it to run, bicycle, and roller-blade. 
There are also a couple parking lots where you can park if you do not live 
nearby. We decided to go on a Sunday morning so that we would not run into 
crowds of people.

We got up early to get her painted and everything. Believe me when I say 
that with the painting alone we nearly did not make it out of the house. 
Katie was already worked up thinking about what she was about to do and 
then with the close proximity and the caress of the airbrush and paint, we 
were both about ready to call it off and just ravish each other. But we 
managed to contain ourselves and get out the door.

Even though Katie keeps her pubic hair trimmed pretty close, I started by 
trimming her as close as I could with my beard trimmer. Then I took a roll 
of wide masking tape and encircled each of her legs and then a final piece 
of tape went around her waist. I started painting on her "shorts" with the 
black paint. I was pretty thorough with my painting, including spreading 
her ass cheeks and painting her from stem to stern. With the black paint, 
any "pink" showing through would be immediately noticed. So she ended up 
with "shorts" that extended about two inches down her legs and up low on 
her hips. It ended up looking pretty good. You really had to be up close 
or looking for certain details to realize that something was amiss. I 
finished up with a gloss of white in areas to give the shorts a bit of a 
sheen. Standing back and looking at her, I decided that we were ready.

We made it to the trail before 8:00 a.m., pretty much when the real 
die-hard runners are the only other people out there. And those people are 
so into their running that they are barely aware of their surroundings, 
much less what other people are doing. Getting caught was not exactly what 
we were trying for, mind you. More that we were seeing if we could get 
Katie out in public bare-assed naked (literally). Katie had put a beach 
towel on the seat for the ride, but was naked except for her T-shirt as 
she had opted to go barefoot until she put her roller-blades on.

We got out of the truck and I got my bike unloaded while Katie sat on the 
curb to put on her roller-blades. She pulled on her socks and then started 
putting on the roller-blades as I attended to my bicycle. Once I had the 
bike unloaded, I turned and looked at Katie. She was sitting there with 
her leg up, pulling her roller-blade on. Her legs were apart and her pussy 
was spread wide open to the world. What a sight! She caught me staring and 
sort of gave me a puzzled look until she realized what I was staring at. 
She gave me an embarrassed grin and said that she would have to remember 
what she was "wearing."

With her roller blades laced up, she stood up and pulled her T-shirt over 
her head. Her roller-blades are black with purple trim, so she had 
selected a bright purple sports bra to complete her outfit. Her thought 
was that the bright color would draw people's attention away from her 
lower body. She also had on wrist and elbow pads and a Walkman. Normally 
she clips the Walkman to her shorts, but she could not do that this time 
so she held it in her one hand. We started out and discovered the first 
problem right away. To push off on roller-blades (or ice skates), you push 
your leg out and back while crouching somewhat. The more "power" you put 
into it, the more you crouch down and push out. Well, this spread her legs 
and her pussy opened right up. Against the black paint of the "shorts," 
her pink showed up like a neon sign!

Whoops, I don't think that we were going to fool too many people here. 
There were not any people around in the parking lot, so we spent some time 
working on it and she got to the point that she could go along without 
showing everything off with every stride. She had to keep it real casual 
though, no speed skating today! She did think that she would have some 
problems going uphill because she has to put more effort into it. The 
other thing we quickly learned was that there was more of a chance of 
being discovered by someone coming up behind her than by someone coming at 
her from the front. Part of it was probably that you are less inclined to 
stare at a woman's crotch while she is facing you and watching you do it. 
Coming up from behind, she cannot see you so you are more likely to check 
her ass out without her noticing. The other part was that the cleavage of 
her ass made it a lot more apparent that she had nothing on. Spandex hugs 
the curves, but even the tightest outfit still has a part that spans the 
gap. Without that little part there, it was fairly obvious. From the 
front, it was not all that obvious because there was no gap. We decided 
that I should ride behind her to limit the chances of someone being able 
to come up behind her and get a good look.

Despite the risks of being caught, we decided to go for it. So we started 
out onto the trail from the parking lot. Katie turned onto the trail while 
I waited behind a bit before starting out so that I could follow a ways 
behind her. From a distance nothing looked terribly out of the ordinary, 
just a woman rollerblading along and listening to her tunes. The trail is 
about eight feet wide, more than enough for two people to pass without 
running into each other. After a bit, I caught up to her and rode 
alongside her so that we could talk. She wanted to know how things looked 
and I told her that so far it looked pretty good. I said that it really 
just looked like she had one hell of a wedgie from the back if you paid 
attention to it, but that the overall outfit was distracting enough that 
people were unlikely to focus on the details.

We went along as we talked and after five minutes still had not run into 
anyone else on the trail. Although the trail is relatively flat, Katie was 
a little concerned that she would not be able to keep from showing it all 
off while going uphill if someone caught us on one of the inclines. We 
were coming up to our first one and we already knew the effect from 
behind, so I said that I would ride ahead to see what she looked like. I 
rode on up to the top then turned around and waited as she came towards 
me. She waited until she saw that I was in position, then started out 
herself and started pumping harder, getting down into more of a crouch and 
pushing out to the side more. At first, I really could not see anything 
out of the ordinary. As she got closer it first looked like she had 
something on the seat of her spandex. Still closer, it looked like she had 
busted the seam of her shorts and her underwear was showing through. 
Except that you do not usually wear underwear with spandex, do you? Even 
when you could tell that it was her pussy showing, it still looked sort of 
like she had ripped the seam of her shorts. I guess because you are not 
expecting to see a woman with painted on shorts your mind sees what it 
expects to see. Only when you were up close and could make out the shape 
of her parted lips did it finally become apparent that she was not really 
wearing shorts.

She came up to me and since I had been turned around to watch her 
approach, she stopped in front of me. I was telling her what I had seen 
when her face suddenly froze. I stopped talking and immediately heard the 
footfalls behind me. I resumed talking to Katie, just making small talk to 
see what would happen. The guy came past us and barely gave us a grunt of 
acknowledgment. As he reached the bottom of the incline and disappeared 
around the bend I told Katie that he was gone and she let out a bit of a 
sigh of relief.

"It always gives me butterflies," Katie said.

Now Katie makes nudity seem just about as natural as anyone I know, but 
until she knows how it is going to be received it makes her nervous. The 
extent of the possible consequences is what determines just how nervous 
she gets. That her state of undress wasn't even noticed calmed her a bit.

I got my bike turned around and rode alongside of her as we continued to 
talk. As we continued on, a runner came around the bend up ahead of us. To 
make room for him, I dropped back behind Katie to let him pass and watched 
for his expression. I saw him check Katie out as he passed us, but there 
was no double-take or anything and he just kept running. I took a look 
behind me and he was still just going along and was quickly out of sight. 
Obviously he did not see anything out of the ordinary. I pointed this out 
to Katie and she said that she noticed his glance at her as he passed, but 
was afraid to turn around for fear that he had stopped and was just 
staring at her. I pulled up alongside of her again and we continued down 
the trail just exchanging small talk.

A bicyclist appeared in front of us and I dropped back behind Katie to let 
him pass. He gave Katie a once over, checking out her form, but didn't 
show any signs that he saw anything out of the ordinary. When I pulled 
back up next to Katie, I asked her how she was doing and she admitted to 
some mixed feelings.

"I'm enjoying the freedom of it," she said. "You don't realize how 
constricting clothing can be until you go without. Sort of like swimming 
in a suit is never the same after you have been skinny dipping. So it's 
great that I'm 'allowed' to be out here like this. But it's also a bit 
disappointing in a way that nobody has caught on."

I had to admit that I agreed with her completely. Although having other 
people see her naked is an incredible thrill for me, I always worry to 
some extent about her getting hurt either emotionally or especially 
physically. So I was just happy that we were able to get Katie out in 
public in her state of "undress."

We came across another runner. This time he was up ahead of us going in 
our direction. I fell in behind Katie and we both passed him. I really did 
not have any chance to see his reaction and did not want to be too obvious 
in looking back at him. I briefly considered the fact that we had not 
encountered any other women this morning.

We were getting to a point where the trail becomes more open and were just 
getting ready to turn back when a bicyclist came up from behind me. He 
called out, "Back!" to let know he was behind us and slowed down to go 
around us. I had to pull in front of Katie to let him pass and as I looked 
back I saw him looking over at Katie as he passed her. Then, once he was 
in front of both of us, he looked back again and said good morning. I had 
a feeling that he had noticed something out of the ordinary, but he turned 
around and kept going. As soon as he was out of sight, Katie came to a 
stop and asked if I thought he had noticed her. I told her maybe, but that 
I was not sure. Since we were going to turn around anyway, we decided to 
head back.

It wasn't long before we came across the runner that we had passed. He saw 
us coming and I think that he slowed down a bit. He definitely turned to 
watch as Katie went by him. He did not say anything, so I'm not sure if he 
really knew what he was seeing or just appreciating a sexy gal in 
skintight shorts.

We continued along for a while when I heard, "Back!" from behind me once 
again. I slowed and pulled in behind Katie before glancing back to see the 
same guy on his bicycle. Maybe he was turning back just like us, but I 
somehow had a feeling that he was really back for another look at Katie. 
He went past us about the same speed as before, but he was looking at 
Katie the whole time. After he passed her, he looked back twice at her 
before riding out of sight.

"I guess he noticed me," Katie said after he was out of sight again.

"Yes, I am pretty sure now," I said as we continued down the trail.

We came to an where the path widened out a bit in a little clearing and 
the guy was pulled over to the side with his water bottle out. Katie gave 
me a quick glance over her shoulder and I could tell she was a bit 
nervous. The guy was not blocking the trail or anything, but Katie slowed 
to a stop.

"Hey!" he called out with a smile.

Katie and I said our hellos back.

He had this slightly weird look on his face as he said, "Don't take this 
the wrong way, but is there a reason that you don't really have any shorts 
on?"

I gave a laugh and Katie did as well. The guy seemed ok and I could tell 
that her nervousness had passed.

"Well..." Katie started to answer but then her voice trailed off.

"She is into the nudity thing, but has to at least give an appearance of 
decency," I said.

He laughed at that. "So, that is only paint?" he asked.

"Just paint," Katie said.

"You painted it all?" he asked. He was a little bit incredulous, but it 
was fairly obvious that he was trying to get a chance to see a bit more.

"No," Katie laughed, "I'm not painted inside and I just have to be careful 
how I move so that I don't show my pink parts!"

As she was talking, I walked my bike up past her so that we were all 
facing one another. Really, standing up close and looking down at her 
there was not all that much to see except a slight "camel toe" view. I've 
mentioned several times about Katie's comments about how she is all "lips 
and nips" and was self-conscious about it at times. But really, if she is 
standing normally you don't see her lips that much unless you are closer 
to eye level with her crotch and then you will notice them between her 
legs. So the view was not all that indecent.

I knew that the guy was most assuredly wishing that the view was indecent. 
And I had a pretty good idea after Katie's earlier comment about being 
somewhat disappointed that nobody had noticed her nudity that she would 
probably be feeling a bit playful now that she had been given an audience.

Katie made no move to continue on her way, so he introduced himself as 
John and we introduced ourselves. I asked him what tipped him off. He said 
that the first time past, something just did not look right. He debated 
whether he could get away with another pass to check her out and finally 
decided that one more pass would not hurt. He expected to pass us from the 
front, but found that we had turned around again. After the second pass, 
he was certain that she was not really wearing shorts. It just did not 
really look like spandex and seeing her ass again confirmed it. He 
admitted that it was much harder to tell from the front. He knew that he 
could not get away with a third pass, but he reasoned that if she was out 
in public like that she must intend to show off so he decided to wait for 
us to catch up to him. Katie laughed and said that it was definitely our 
intent to show her off.

Another runner came down the trail and I moved aside some more to let him 
pass. He just went on by, obviously not noticing anything out of the 
ordinary with Katie. When he was past, John asked Katie if she really did 
not mind showing off. She said no, that it really was sort of fun. He 
turned to me and asked if I did not have a problem with other men checking 
out my wife. I said no, that it really was quite a turn-on for me as well.

"Would you mind if I asked for you to show off a little more?" he asked.

"What would you have in mind?" she asked him.

I guess that both of us telling him that Katie enjoyed showing off gave 
him the courage to come right out and say it. It wasn't that he said it 
like he was demanding it, just that he did not beat around the bush (so to 
speak) or seem embarrassed to ask.

"I'd like to see more of your "pink parts" if you would." he said.

Katie gave him a smile and turned her one leg out a bit. Actually, it was 
sort of difficult for her to show too much while on rollerblades without 
losing her balance. She was wet though, and her lips began to open up. The 
contrast between the black paint and her pink flesh made her inner folds 
stand out quite clearly.

"Yes," he said, "I certainly do see that not everything is painted. Nice. 
Very nice!"

She continued to stand like that, with her right leg a bit forward and 
turned to the side so that the strip of pink showed plainly, drawing both 
John and my eyes downward. She did her best to open up as much as she 
could and let us both see.

I've heard women complain about men that stare at their tits while talking 
to them instead of looking them in the eye. Staring at a woman's crotch 
while talking to her is even more obvious, but Katie did not seem to mind 
one bit. Somehow we managed to keep up some semblance of conversation and 
not just stand there gawking at Katie's pussy.

We made small talk for several minutes and another bicyclist went past us. 
Although Katie was not directly facing the path, I think that he could 
have seen some of her pink if he had been looking. Katie made no move to 
cover herself or even close her legs, but he went by without much of a 
glance.

I'm not sure if it was just personal desire or if John was considering 
getting someone else to see Katie as well, but after the bicyclist had 
disappeared he turned the conversation back to Katie's exposed charms.

"Would it be too much to ask to see the view from behind?" he asked.

Other than her painted ass cheeks, there really wasn't too much to see 
from behind. But it was fairly obvious that what he was asking for was 
more along the lines of having her bend over so that he could get a better 
view of her "pink parts" from a different angle.

"No, not at all," Katie answered.

First she handed me her Walkman and then she spun around on her 
rollerblades and turned her back to us. She shifted back and forth from 
one leg to the other, rolling each leg forward and back a bit to swivel 
her ass at us. She then bent down to place both hands above her one knee, 
pointing her ass towards us and letting her legs drift apart. John and I 
moved a bit closer together to get a better look between her legs.

Katie was obviously getting turned on by the course of events and her 
labia peeled open readily. The surrounding expanse of black made her pink 
opening look all that much more rosy. It gave us an excellent view of her 
charms.

She had to stand back up and turn back around to face us rather quickly 
when another runner came through. The runner sort of looked at us like he 
was wondering what was going on, but with two guys there he just kept 
going.

"So, did ya' like?" Katie asked John with one of her sweet, innocent 
smiles.

"Yeah! Wow!" he said. "That was great! Although, if you don't mind my 
asking, what's with the sports bra when you are showing off everything 
else?"

I laughed and told him that I had tried to have her go for a painted top 
as well but we were concerned about taking things too far.

"But you do go in for the whole nudity thing?" he asked.

"Sure, when I can get away with it," Katie replied. "Why? Do you want to 
see my tits?"

When he said, "Sure! Why not?" she lifted her sports bra up and flashed 
her tits at him.

"Excellent!" he said.

She pulled the sports bra back down and adjusted her tits inside it.

"I think you should give John the full effect and take it completely off," 
I told her and you could see John's eyes light up at the suggestion.

"That's going a bit too far," she said. "What if someone came along? I'd 
never get it back on in time."

"Why?" I asked. "John and I will keep anyone from bothering you."

Again, John offered his support, telling her she could just turn away and 
put her top back on -- or leave it off, if she so desired. John was a bit 
smaller that I am, but was also tall and muscular. I don't think that we 
would have any problems.

"Besides, there have only been a few other people out here anyway and 
they've all gone right on by," he said.

"Well, that's because there wasn't anything that would definitely compel 
them to stay!" she said. "Having my breasts hanging out just might give 
them the idea that they want to stick around."

I knew better, though. Despite her protests, I could tell that she was 
excited enough that the idea of standing out in the woods totally naked 
was probably appealing to her at this point. All it would take would be a 
little time, a little patience, and some gentle coaxing. 

I knew that John really wanted to see her naked and just hoped that he did 
not get too pushy because that would turn her off. I think that he 
understood though because he continued to coax without becoming whiny or 
demanding.

Nobody else had come along the trail for awhile. I was not sure if that 
was good or bad as far as convincing Katie to go further. Although not 
having anyone come along made it seem safer, it was obvious that it was 
only a matter of time before someone did come along.

I finally hit upon an idea that I felt had some potential. I suggested 
that she take her top off and we would continue along the trail with her 
between John and myself. I explained that if we were stopped alongside the 
trail and she was topless, people would be tempted to stop to see what was 
going on. If we were moving along, anyone else would have less time to 
think about it and react. Plus, except for another bicycle we could 
probably outdistance anyone who took up pursuit. Even with a bicycle, John 
and I could buy Katie some time to get her sports bra back on.

Finally she gave us a grin and said, "What the heck! I might as well."

As simple as that, she reached down and grabbed the lower edge of her 
sports bra. She carefully lifted it over her breasts and then skinned it 
up over her head and off her arms. I had been holding her Walkman, but at 
this point reached around and put it in my bicycle pack. Looking back to 
Katie, I offered to put her sports bra in too.

"Oh, no! I am keeping this with me! If I give it to you, I probably won't 
get it back until we get home!" she said.

"She knows me too well," I replied, giving John a wry smile.

We set off with John in the lead, Katie in the middle, and me bringing up 
the rear. I thought briefly about letting John bring up the rear so that 
he'd have more of a chance to see her, but I felt I owed it to Katie to be 
in a position where I could see what was going on.

For all practical purposes, Katie was completely naked now. All she had on 
were her roller-blades, wrist and elbow pads, and her painted on shorts. 
Actually, my guess was that anyone who saw her wouldn't even notice her 
shorts weren't really there at this point since she was topless. People 
were going to look at her bare breasts before they were going to take the 
time to try to determine whether her shorts were real. My judgement was 
soon put to the test as two bicyclists came toward us from the other 
direction.

"Hey, now!" the one said as he passed us.

"Great tits!" the other one called out after he had passed us.

"Thanks!" Katie called back to him as we continued along.

Fortunately, neither one of them turned around or decided to follow us.

I heard John saying, "If they only knew..."

We continued on and passed a runner. Looking back, he had stopped and was 
just staring after us. I gave him a quick wave and kept going. We went on 
a ways further without seeing anyone else before Katie called out for us 
to stop. I pulled up behind her and John turned around and came back to 
us.

"Ok, that is enough for me," she said, somewhat out of breath.

We had kept up a pretty good pace, but I think that it was the excitement 
that had her heart racing over the actual physical exertion. She took a 
moment to pull on her sports bra again but took her time and made a bit of 
a production getting everything tucked into place. She was clearly excited 
and her nipples pointed out through the fabric with obvious arousal.

John took it all in before finally accepting that the show was over.

"Well, guys, I am sorry to see it come to an end. Thanks for letting me be 
a part of it, though," John said. "You two are really great. I sure wish 
my girlfriend was this playful."

We wished him a good day and he told us he really doubted that it was 
going to get any better than this. Katie laughed at that. We started off 
towards the parking lot and he headed away from us, resuming the ride that 
we had interrupted.

Back at the parking lot, I got my bike loaded up as Katie took off her 
roller-blades. Once I had the bike on the rack, Katie called me over to 
where she was sitting on the curb. She had her roller-blades off and had 
her beach towel wrapped around her waist. "What's up?" I asked her. She 
pulled the towel apart and told me that she thought I had better get her 
home and take care of her. Looking down, I could see that she was wet and 
her juices were covering the tops of her thighs. I could not believe how 
turned on she was from the experience! Too bad there wasn't any good place 
for a quickie. There were some other people in the lot and although public 
nudity is a slight risk, public sex is just begging for trouble unless 
you're pretty sure of the area you are in. Katie wrapped the towel back 
around her to climb into the truck but once we were on our way, she opened 
the towel back up so that she could idly play with herself on the ride 
home.

At a traffic light, she put a well lubricated finger to my mouth so that I 
could get a taste of her juices to remind me of what I was missing. I was 
about ready to molest her right then and there, but she was doing a good 
job of fending me off to make sure that we were both in a frenzy by the 
time we made it home.

Although I kept to the speed limits and did not run any stop signs, I did 
my best to get home in record time. I pulled the truck into the garage and 
closed the garage door behind us. She started heading for the house, but I 
caught her hand and pulled her over to the truck. I pushed her up against 
it and kissed her hard. We were both worked up and this was not going to 
be "making love" but rather "animal lust" as far as we were both 
concerned. As I kissed her, I got her sports bra off and she was pushing 
my cycling shorts down so she could grab hold of my cock. After some 
intense kissing and fondling, I turned her around maneuvered her to the 
front of the truck. She braced herself against the fender and spread her 
legs for me. The pink of her pussy contrasting against the paint was still 
a hell of a turn-on. I slid into her and kept up a steady rhythm as we 
went at each other there in our garage.

It did not take us long for each of us to reach an earth shattering 
climax. Even with the doors closed, I wondered if any of our neighbors 
heard the commotion. We picked our things up and headed into the house 
towards the shower. A warm shower shared between us was the ultimate end 
to an exciting morning! 


Exposing Katie 016

We're the sort of people that treat the property surrounding our house as 
an extension of the rooms to our house. We've created gardens that fill 
every corner to create outdoor rooms and paths. In time, as things grow 
larger, we will have our own little oasis in the midst of civilization. 
Living in town, it is the only real way to get some privacy outdoors.

Normally, our gardening tapers off during the heat of the Summer. 
Typically each year there is a slow buildup after the holidays as we can 
see the end of Winter coming and we start our planning. Time is spent 
looking through seed and nursery catalogs, making lists and plans for 
annuals and any new perennials or larger plants. Then we start checking to 
see what will be available locally and what will have to be ordered. 
Orders are placed, plans are refined, and we begin to start our seeds in 
the basement under the gro-lamps. Then as the cold weather recedes, we are 
in a flurry of activity through the Spring as we clean up our planting 
beds and gardens, put down mulch, and plant our new additions. Usually by 
June we are winding down on things as we head into the heat of the Summer. 
Hopefully everything is established as the weather gets drier. At that 
point it is more a matter to tending to things, some weeding, and watering 
during the driest periods. Then in the Fall we get back into things, 
cleaning up things for Winter and doing some Fall planting as well.

The Summer had turned out wetter than normal and we had a couple areas 
that we wanted to do some things with that we had not gotten around to in 
the Spring. A couple evening conversations led us to plan another trip to 
the garden center with some ideas and some items to look for. Although it 
was unspoken, it was on both our minds that this would be the first time 
that we would be back to the garden center since Katie got the chance to 
wander around the greenhouses topless.

I had little doubt that they would remember us, but I wasn't exactly sure 
how they would react to seeing us again. Not that I expected them to 
complain if Katie came by to disrobe in front of them once again. Just 
that the first time we had the element of surprise. I wasn't sure if now 
that they knew what to expect whether it would make them bold and lead to 
any potential problems.

I could tell that Katie did not share my concern and was actually eager to 
put herself on display again. It was a little amazing to think that there 
was a time that she would never have even considered doing such a thing. 
Actually, there was a time that she was uncomfortable being naked around 
me if I paid too much attention to her. And then to go through the stages 
and watch as she would do it but only to humor me and then as it 
progressed to the point that she actually took pleasure in it for herself. 
She had definitely come a long way!

The way she saw it was that they had treated her politely the last time 
and she figured that they were smart enough that they would most likely 
continue to mind their manners because they would realize that any 
problems would quickly put an end to the show as well as any future shows. 
That made sense, but there was also the chance that someone would get 
greedy and want more. I decided I'd go along with Katie's instincts on the 
matter while keeping alert for any signs of trouble.

It did not take Katie long to prepare for our trip, basically because 
there was not a whole lot that she had to put on. Forgoing any 
undergarments whatsoever, she put on a one piece sleeveless denim dress 
that reached mid-thigh and zipped up the front and then slipped on her 
white sneakers. The dress was modest, your typical soccer mom type fare. 
But the zipper all the way down the front made it quite simple to get 
daring.

Our trip to the garden center was made without incident. Katie did take 
the opportunity to tease me a bit by unzipping herself to give me a view 
of her breast and pert little nipple. She went so far as to tug on it and 
tweak it to bring it to full arousal. When we got to our destination, she 
made sure to swing her legs wide so that I got a good glimpse up her dress 
to her cutely trimmed pussy as I held the door of the truck open for her, 
just in case I had forgotten that she was not wearing knickers. I had a 
feeling that some people were in for quite a show this afternoon!

We entered the garden center and began browsing without incident. Despite 
having this conducive weather, the place was pretty deserted. I guess that 
people were just not thinking about gardening out of force of habit more 
than anything. That worked to our benefit, though. Less chance of 
"civilians" seeing our show and complaining to anyone or otherwise 
interfering.

We were probably there for ten or fifteen minutes before one of "our" guys 
happened to walk by and see us. He got a smile on his face that pretty 
much said that his day had just gotten a whole lot better and I watched as 
he sized up Katie's outfit before coming over to say hello and ask if he 
could help us.

Katie gave him one of her best sweet smiles and launched into a discussion 
of paperbark maples, river birches, wintergreen, and assorted perennials 
to complement the specimen plantings. To his credit, he seemed to shake 
off his thoughts of Katie's outfit and what may hide beneath it and 
concentrate on what items Katie was listing and where the plants were 
located. He suggested that we look at some of the larger items first and 
then work back towards the smaller fill-in items which would give us more 
variety to work with and pointed the way to start out.

As I said in the last story about this place, it is not your nice, 
orderly, sterile suburban garden center but rather a sprawling complex of 
greenhouses, sheds, barns, and open areas in between. Most of their 
business is from commercial landscapers and the more serious amateur 
gardeners, so you don't exactly have all the nice displays and careful 
signs to let you know where items are and what exactly they are when you 
find them. Sort of like exploring an old country general store where you 
never quite know what you'll find tucked in some corner or up on some 
shelf.

I trailed along as he led Katie towards the back to the trees. She was 
talking about how she liked the bark texture of the two trees and how the 
evergreen of the wintergreen would complement the stark bare trunks in 
winter. But she was undecided on which one of the two trees would work 
best in the location she had in mind. He asked about the siting for the 
trees and she described the low hill backing up along a rocky area along 
the driveway where we planned to plant things. He asked the usual 
questions about how much sun the area received, soil types, and such. Her 
description of good soil, but on the dry side led him to suggest a river 
birch as the paperbark maples required moister conditions.

As they talked, he led us out through the greenhouses to the open areas 
where they had the trees and larger bushes heeled in until someone bought 
them. We passed a couple of the other guys that we recognized from our 
last visit. You could see them perk up when they recognized Katie and I 
also noticed a few nods from the guy with us to his coworkers. Probably to 
let them know that he'd do his best to let them know if anything was 
happening this time or possibly just to acknowledge that he was "the man" 
for spotting us first.

He led us to the trees and showed us a few samples of the river birch and 
then we walked further on to see some of the paperbark maples. For those 
of you unfamiliar with them, these trees have bark that flakes off as it 
grows. It isn't much of an issue during the summer, but during the winter 
it makes for an interesting spectacle.

Katie had examined several examples of both types of tree as we stopped at 
each, genuinely interested in them but also giving the guy a chance to 
look her over as she was looking the trees over. The denim was too thick 
to see the shape of nipples or anything through it and it wasn't tight 
enough to really show off her curves, but that did not stop him from 
taking the opportunity to check out her ass when she bent over or to try 
to look down the front when she was facing him.

Katie straightened up from looking at one paperbark maple and caught him 
doing his best to look down the top of her dress. It wasn't like she 
didn't know he would be trying. Heck, it wasn't like she wasn't giving him 
ample opportunity to look either!

She had started to ask him a question about the tree but then paused and 
asked him his name, explaining that it was sort of awkward to carry on a 
conversation when she could only refer to the other person as "you" all 
the time.

He introduced himself as Andy and Katie introduced herself and me. With 
the formalities aside, she continued with her question. As she did so, she 
reached up and "absentmindedly" slowly drew the zipper to her dress down a 
few inches. It had been zipped the whole way up, completely to the base of 
her neck. She did not even lower it the whole way to the tops of her 
breasts, but Andy's eyes were drawn like a magnet to her actions.

As he continued to stare, Katie just trailed off on what she was saying 
and paused with her hand still on her zipper to see what he was going to 
do. After a moment of total silence, Andy finally managed to tear his eyes 
off of the small sliver of exposed flesh below her neck and meet her eyes. 
When their eyes met, he stammered out an apology while her eyes sparkled 
and a smile started to form on her lips.

Katie's smile grew as she asked him if she was distracting him. He started 
to try to deny that there was any problem, but even then his eyes drifted 
back to her hand at the zipper a couple times and only managed to stammer 
a bit more. Finally he just gave up. Katie let out a little giggle at 
that.

"I'm sorry," she told him. "I'm not making fun of you but it's kinda funny 
how easily guys are distracted. I really don't mind you looking, but it 
can be a little unnerving to be stared at so intently. I was just getting 
a bit warm out in the sun here and wanted to get a little air."

As if to illustrate her point, she fanned her face a bit with her other 
hand. Her right hand still had not strayed from the zipper, though, and I 
have to admit that it was keeping my attention as well.

What came next wasn't all that surprising to me considering that nobody 
else was around and Katie had come here fully planning to show off.

"Tell you what," she said. "Since it seems to me that the problem is that 
you're afraid of what you might miss seeing if you look away at the wrong 
moment, perhaps I should just give you a little look and then it would be 
over with and we could get on with our business. Does that sound good to 
you?"

She said this all very sweetly, like it was the most sensible thing to 
suggest she do given the circumstances. Not at all condescendingly or with 
any attitude towards him. All Andy could do was nod silently as his eyes 
once again went back to her zipper.

Katie drew the zipper down, not so slowly as to be a tease but also not so 
quickly that it was like she just wanted to whip them out. I guess 
"purposefully" would be a good description. She drew the zipper down far 
enough below her breasts to gain access and then took each side of the 
dress in her hands. With a little movement to shrug the dress off her 
shoulders a bit, she opened it up to show off her breasts. Despite her 
calm demeanor, I could tell the level of her excitement by how her nipples 
stood out and how her aureolas were all crinkled up.

She let us both take a good long look before pulling her dress back 
together and pulling the zipper back up. I noticed that she left the 
zipper pretty low, just above the mid-point of her breasts and I had a 
feeling that her display was not going to completely solve Andy's 
attention issues because her dress was sure to gape open when she bent 
over now.

"There you go, Andy. Is that better?" she asked him.

Andy seemed a bit at a loss as to how to react to all this, but stammered 
out a thank you and apologized for his earlier staring.

Katie replied that he should not let it concern him too much, that she 
took it as a complement that he was interested in looking at her and that 
as long as he was polite, courteous, and respectful she had no problems in 
letting him look.

"If you said that you liked my dress, I'd take that as a complement. I 
don't see why I shouldn't take it as a complement if you say that you 
like, ummm, 'other things'..." she said with a smile.

Andy seemed to get his voice back and assured her that he most certainly 
did like her "other things" and that he very much appreciated her giving 
him the opportunity to see them. He also told her that he thought that she 
was pretty cool for the way that she viewed the situation. As an 
afterthought he turned to me and thanked me for being understanding and 
allowing it to happen. He sort of stammered a bit trying to think of what 
to thank me for, but I guess that "understanding" was as good as anything.

At this rate, we were never going to get the plantings that we needed. 
Thankfully, Katie turned things back to her questions about the tree. Andy 
seemed to get over his distraction and did a good job of answering our 
questions. Based on what he had told us about the river birch doing better 
in dry conditions, Katie said that sounded like the best deal for us so we 
headed back over to those trees to find one or two that suited us.

We looked their stock over but the selection available was not that great. 
Andy suggested that we select what we liked here and then we could also go 
back and see if they had any others available in the stuff that had just 
come in. So we selected two containers that Katie felt she could be 
satisfied with and Andy pulled some flagging tape from his pocket and tied 
it around a branch on each one to show that they had been sold.

Just about that time, two more of the guys came strolling our way. They 
were guys that I recognized from the last time, so I wasn't too surprised 
to see them come by to see if anything was going on. Truthfully, I was a 
little surprised that it had taken this long for anyone else to check in 
on us. Considering our adventures the last time, I half expected everyone 
who worked there to be following us around as soon as we walked in the 
place. I took it as a good sign that they were being casual about things.

They acted like they were just passing through and did not expect to 
happen across us. In truth, I'm sure that they had been all over the place 
looking for us. But once they saw us they came on over to say hello, 
rather than pretend that they did not know us or something.

They stood off a little bit from us and from the way that they were 
glancing at Katie and then at Andy, it was obvious that their unspoken 
question was whether anything was going on or had happened yet. Andy took 
the initiative, telling them that we were looking at the river birches and 
then introduced everyone to one another. The two newcomers were introduced 
as Steve and Aaron.

They seemed to take the introductions somewhat awkwardly. I wasn't exactly 
sure if they thought we were taking names and they were going to get into 
some sort of trouble or if they found it uncomfortable to actually know us 
after they had seen Katie's boobs. If either situation was the case, I 
cannot say that I understood it.

As far as getting into trouble, Katie was the one that had taken her top 
off so I don't see how it would make sense that they would be the ones 
getting in trouble.

If they felt awkward knowing us after seeing Katie's boobs, that didn't 
make a whole lot of sense to me either.

Although, a coworker had once related to me a story about how his whole 
evening at a strip club had been ruined for him when it turned out that he 
had gone to high school with one of the strippers and she recognized him.

I was never quite clear on whether it was just the fact that someone had 
"caught" him at the club or if it was the fact that he had to face the 
idea that the stripper was an actual person that had bothered him. More 
likely it had something to do along the lines of the latter issue 
considering that it was fairly common knowledge that he frequented the 
club regularly.

I guess that it is part of that whole idea of "objectifying" women that is 
confusing to me. I guess that I see a woman as a whole person whether she 
has clothes on or not. Further, I see the fact that she would allow me to 
see her naked as something special that she is willing to share with me, 
not something dirty that would cause me to not want to know her 
personally.

As it turned out, I'm pretty sure that it was along the lines of the 
latter point. Somehow that it was easier to gawk at a stranger, but once 
she is someone's spouse, sister, or daughter it is harder to objectify 
her. Which could actually be a good thing if it meant that it would make 
them more considerate of boundaries.

Andy was explaining to them what we were looking for and said that we 
would probably require some help when it came time to load everything up. 
As they were talking, Katie was checking out a few of the other trees to 
make sure that she had picked the ones that she definitely wanted. Steve 
and Aaron must not have been too embarrassed about checking out women that 
they knew because when Katie bent over to look at the one tree they were 
definitely taking the opportunity to check her out. I was pretty sure that 
Katie was doing her "checking" for their benefit. Andy noticed his 
friends' glances and proved that he was a quick study.

"Hey, guys, show some respect," he said. "If you like what you see, 
complement the lady and perhaps you'll get a closer look rather than 
having to sneak glances down her top."

As I had said, Katie had been doing her best to act like she was checking 
on the trees and that she was unaware of both the view that she was giving 
as well as the fact that anyone was paying attention. Andy's comment drew 
her back into the conversation though.

"I'm not exactly sure why you'd be trying to look down my top," she said. 
"There's very little to see there down there, literally!"

As if to emphasize her point, she pulled her top away from her body and 
looked down at herself. Nobody else could see anything, but I knew that 
she was completely bare underneath while Andy knew that she was at least 
bare to the waist and the other two could pretty much infer from her body 
language that she was looking at skin instead of a bra.

"It's not the quantity, but the quality that counts," Andy chimed in.

I was going to have to watch that kid, he had already learned a few 
lessons about being a smooth talker!

Katie gave him a smile and told him that he was sweet, but asked (somewhat 
rhetorically) if they really were that interested in seeing her body. She 
pointed out that they had all seen her before (not mentioning how recently 
Andy had seen her) and reiterated that there wasn't all that much to see. 
I think that they all should have realized from the last time that Katie 
was perfectly willing to get out of her clothes with a little 
encouragement.

The guys were finally overcoming their awkwardness and embarrassment 
because they began to offer complements and encouragement to her. They 
promised to keep an eye out for anyone coming our way, that they 
definitely appreciated seeing her body, and that she should just make 
herself comfortable.

The last was said quite earnestly, like their foremost concern was for her 
comfort and well-being. I'm sure that they had no idea of the extent to 
which Katie of all people did not really need to be convinced that she 
would be more comfortable out of her clothes. However, it seemed to work 
best to let them think that they had talked her into it.

Katie gave them all another of her warm, sunny smiles and thanked them for 
making her feel at ease. She admitted that it was a bit warm, but 
regretted that she could not repeat her previous actions since her outfit 
was a one piece today. I was a little surprised that none of the guys took 
the hint and suggested that she just take the complete outfit off. Even 
though they did not know that she had nothing on underneath, surely the 
thought of her running around in her underwear should have crossed their 
minds. I know that it certainly crossed mine! Even though I knew she 
didn't have any knickers on, I could picture her running around the 
greenhouses in just a pair of white knickers.


So she agreed to open the top of her dress up some more, saying that it 
would be more comfortable for her and would also allow them to "appreciate 
the view" as she put it. Everyone's eyes followed her hand as it went once 
again to the zipper and purposefully drew it downward.

The zipper had just reached about the mid-point of her breasts when her 
eyes flicked past us. Her hand continued downward, but she had released 
the zipper and acted as though she was just brushing something off the 
front of her dress. I took a quick glance and saw that another couple had 
entered the area. They did not look to be much older than us, but you 
could tell from their appearance that they would object to our little 
games. The way they were a little too clean cut and overweight just spoke 
volumes towards the idea that they let the right wing form their opinions 
for them.

The guys took a moment to realize what was going on, but quickly 
understood the situation. Steve and Aaron hurriedly said their goodbyes 
and moved along. Too many people standing around would just look 
suspicious and whatever trouble we could get in for our games, we did not 
want to get the guys in trouble with their bosses if customers started 
complaining. Aaron headed off while Steve wandered over to the other 
couple to see if they needed any help.

I did take note that Katie made no move to pull the zipper back up. She 
wasn't indecent as she stood, but I could see that it would gape away from 
her body if she bent over.

Andy collected his thoughts and suggested that we head off to look at 
other plants. Katie had mentioned wintergreen as an evergreen ground-cover 
below the trees, but said that she was open to suggestions. She liked the 
idea of the color of the leaves and berries in the winter as well as the 
idea of the wintergreen flavor.

Andy led us through buildings and open spaces, passing only a few people 
on the way. I'd be able to find our way back out of the place but as is 
often the case when following someone I was getting a little lost in all 
the twists and turns.

Andy finally brought us to a halt in an outside area nestled into the 
corner between two buildings. There was a little waterfall feature backed 
into the corner with a display of various plantings around it and then 
pots of plants situated on "bleacher" shelves to either side of that.

Andy pointed out the pots of wintergreen and also went over some other 
options, pointing out mediterranean heathers, and a dwarf holly or two 
that he thought might work well for us.

Katie and I were looking at the various shrubs while Andy was pointing 
things out. Katie turned and caught my attention without alerting him. 
Unobtrusively she had lowered the zipper well below her breasts. It was 
not the whole way to her navel, but about to the bottom of her rib cage. 
She was just standing upright when she first caught my attention. The 
dress was pulled apart a bit at the top and then the strip of exposed 
flesh vee-ed down to the zipper. You really could not see the curve of her 
breasts in the narrow gap. As I was watching her, she first turned 
slightly to the side and bent over to let the dress fall way from her body 
to give me a view inside her dress to her breast. Then she turned back 
towards me, still bent over, and arched her back slightly. It gave just 
enough of a view down the front that I could see a bit of her pubic hair 
and tell that she wasn't wearing knickers. With her point proven, she 
straightened back up with a smile on her face and Andy none the wiser for 
the moment.

Andy finished his spiel and stepped back again to let us look at things 
and see if we had any questions. Katie moved forward and began examining 
the various plants. At first she was turned away from Andy and me as she 
bent over, so other than an excellent view of her ass there was not too 
much to see. But then as she asked a question she swiveled a bit sideways 
to look back at us and we were presented with an excellent view of her one 
breast as her dress hung away from her body. She paid us no mind as we 
stared and Andy was able to continue to answer her questions as he took in 
the view.

She continued to toy with us as she examined the plants and asked Andy 
questions. She made sure to bend over often and in such a way that her 
dress would hang open and we would get a view of one or the other of her 
breasts.

We were all having fun with our little game. The rules were unspoken, but 
it was fairly apparent that everyone understood them. Katie was showing 
off as much as she possibly could without admitting that she was aware 
that she was exposing herself or that we were watching while Andy and I 
were doing our best to pretend we weren't seeing anything out of the 
ordinary while taking it all in.

We were all doing pretty well with our roles until Katie upped the ante a 
little bit. She had been bending over while facing to one side or the 
other from us such that we could look into her dress from the side. She 
had also managed to ease her zipper down a bit more without calling 
attention to the fact that she was doing so and we could see her breast 
and down along her belly quite a ways. So it was a little ludicrous to 
really believe that she didn't know she was exposing anything or that we 
were seeing anything. But she had wandered around topless before and then 
exposed her breasts to Andy and literally let him know that it was ok for 
him to look at them, so it sort of made sense in our little game that 
there wasn't anything amiss with what was going on. But up until now it 
had only been her breasts. And although I am sure that Andy thought about 
seeing more, he was probably pretty pleased just that he was seeing this 
much.

So when Katie finally turned toward us, I knew what was coming and turned 
my attention to Andy to see what his reaction was going to be while 
keeping Katie in the corner of my eye to judge when to expect his reaction 
and to know what he was seeing.

Katie took her time, doing everything in her unhurried manner. When she 
finally bent over again to look at one of the plants I don't think that 
Andy expected to see much when he glanced at her because it was obvious 
that her breasts would not be exposed to a frontal view. When she 
continued to bend lower, I could see his eyes begin to drift down. 
Probably thinking he'd get a chance to see what color knickers she was 
wearing. He gave a visible start when her little patch of pubic hair came 
into view. Looking down from the top, it was impossible to see much of 
anything of her actual pussy, but it let him know that except for her 
dress and shoes she was completely naked. With the course that her zipper 
had already taken from being fully zippered down to its present location 
near her navel, it didn't take too much imagination to see it dropping the 
rest of the way.

Still bent over, Katie asked Andy a question about the plant that she was 
looking at and then looked up at him. Again, he seemed unable to take his 
eyes off of her so they remained locked in their staring contest for 
several moments. Her looking up at him and him looking down at her, 
although his focus was not on her eyes but rather down past them, down 
through the valley between her breasts, down past her belly, to that tuft 
of hair that was visible between her legs.

Finally Katie cleared her throat and Andy was able to drag his focus back 
to her face.

"Am I distracting you again?" she asked sweetly. "Is there something else 
you would like to have a better look at?"

Andy mumbled and stuttered a few times before he managed to croak out that 
he did not realize that Katie did not have knickers on.

"Dear boy," she said with just a trace of good-natured sarcasm. "The whole 
point of a dress is that it is less constricting. Now you already know 
that I don't really need any support upstairs anyway, but there definitely 
isn't anything to support downstairs. So it's just more comfortable not to 
wear them, I rarely do."

I wondered if that last bit would sink in for future reference - that she 
rarely had any underwear on.

She slowly straightened up and his eyes strayed back to catch a last look 
at her tuft of pubic hair before it disappeared.

Katie repeated her question. "Is there something that you would like a 
better look at?" she asked Andy.

Andy finally seemed to get himself together again and said that he would 
love to see whatever she felt comfortable showing. She smiled at him and 
said that having only about the last foot of zipper done up didn't really 
do much to cover her and it did seem a bit pointless to not just undo her 
dress completely. This time, when her hand reached her zipper, she drew it 
down more quickly than the past two times as though clearly stating that 
it was no big deal. Almost as though she was wondering why it was still 
fastened in the first place.

She paused for several moments with the dress just undone like that. The 
dress hung loosely from her shoulders, but her breasts were mostly 
covered. You could just see a hint of the swell of them on either side 
before the fabric covered them. But the strip of exposed bare skin ran 
from her neck, down between her breasts, across her belly, and clearly 
showed off her pubic hair and pussy. Katie keeps her pubic hair trimmed 
close and then shaves it to shape as well as keeping her labia shaved. The 
patch of hair above her pussy is not the thin "landing strip" that some 
people do, but is narrowed from its natural delta. Her prominent labia 
were plainly visible.

She stood like that, allowing us to take in the view. She was neither 
doing anything to cover up her nether region nor was she doing anything to 
purposefully show herself off.

After several moments, though, she simply said, "I suppose you want the 
full effect." With that she lifted her hands to the collar of the dress 
and drew it apart so that it settled more loosely on her shoulders and 
exposed the whole front side of her. The sides of the dress fell to either 
side of her breasts and then dropped down, exposing her whole body to our 
gaze.

Again, after several moments she made a comment about doubting that we 
would be happy until we had seen everything. She turned around and flipped 
the tail of her dress up to expose her cute little butt and slowly bent 
over with her legs a bit further than shoulder width apart to give us an 
excellent view of her asshole and pussy. With the way that her pussy lips 
peeled apart, I knew that she was getting wet and excited.

She held that pose for a few moments before bending over still further so 
that she could look back between her legs at us. With a sweet smile, she 
asked if we had gotten a good view of everything. Despite knowing that it 
would bring an end to our current view, we both thanked her and said that 
we enjoyed the view.

Katie straightened up and turned back around. Rather than do anything to 
draw her dress back together, she adjusted it slightly to make sure that 
her breasts were still exposed completely, making it clear that she 
intended to leave her dress open and herself exposed.

To his credit, Andy was not completely distracted by Katie's state of 
undress. Although it was plain to see his eyes travel down to take in her 
breasts and pussy as he talked to her, he kept up his end of the 
discussion with us and answered our questions. He even managed to tear his 
eyes away from Katie occasionally when I was talking.

Katie continued to walk around, looking at the various plants and asking 
questions. I absolutely loved seeing her out in all her glory like this! 
Katie was also doing her best to show herself off. She'd draw the sides of 
her dress back so that she could stand with her hands on her bare hips and 
stand with her feet somewhat apart with one foot turned to make sure that 
her pussy was exposed. I could tell that Katie was turned on by her hard 
nipples and the way that her aureolas were all crinkled up. Although it 
was not like her juices were running down her leg, I could see that her 
labia were glistening with wetness.

I heard a noise and saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to 
see what was happening as Katie turned away and quickly fastened the 
bottom of her dress and raised the zipper to her waist where she could 
readily close it the rest of the way if it was warranted. I had to give 
her credit for not immediately covering up completely. I was proud of her 
for that.

Fortunately, our play was not at an end as I quickly saw that our 
newcomers were Steve and Aaron again. They had undoubtedly dealt with the 
customers and then scrambled to catch up with us again. I noticed that as 
they made their way over Katie was pulling her zipper back up to her 
breasts. At first I didn't understand since it was "safe" and wasn't any 
civilians, but then realized that they had not even seen her breasts yet 
since we had been interrupted before. She wanted to give them the full 
show.

They made their way over to us and made their hellos and a little bit of 
small talk about the customers and what plants we had been looking at. 
Conversation trailed off and there was a bit of an awkward silence after 
that as they had just been about to "appreciate the view" when we were 
previously interrupted and now they were not exactly sure if the offer 
still stood.

Before the silence lasted too long, Katie took care of the issue by 
stating that she was glad that they were back so that she could make 
herself more comfortable. Andy was smart enough not to make any indication 
of what he had already seen.

All eyes went back to her zipper as she reached up and slowly pulled it 
down below her breasts. She took the sides of her dress in either hand and 
began to draw it apart once again. Just as her nipples were about to be 
exposed, she paused. It was all quiet as all eyes were intent upon her 
hands and what she was about to reveal. With no further movement, though, 
eyes began to drift up to search out hers to see what was happening. When 
she had everyone's attention, she asked for a favor. With nods and 
affirmative answers, she continued.

"Well, I was just thinking that I've been a bit of a tease here," she 
began. "You guys have all been so sweet and accommodating to me and here I 
am making you work for every little glimpse. It's such a nice day that I 
would prefer not to be so restricted by my clothing. And you guys didn't 
seem too bothered by me being topless the last time. So would you mind if 
I just undid my dress?" She then hastened to add, "I'd be sure to cover 
back up if anyone else came."

Right! Like this was something that they'd object to! Andy was the only 
one of them that knew the true extent of what they were about to see, but 
I had little doubt that they had been wishing for a reprise of her topless 
act ever since she had done it the first time.

Andy was keeping quiet. I think that he wanted to see his friends' 
reaction to her lack of knickers. To their credit, Steve and Aaron played 
it pretty cool. They told her that she was more than welcome to "get 
comfortable" and that they'd keep an eye out in case anyone else came.

Katie gave them one of her warmest smiles and thanked them for their 
consideration. She had let go of the zipper during the discussion, so she 
raised her hand back up and took hold of it. She pulled it down in one 
steady motion from below her breasts to the bottom of her dress. She had 
to bend over a bit at the bottom, to reach the hem of her dress and to get 
the zipper to unfasten at the end. As she straightened back up she pulled 
the edges of her dress apart a bit and flapped at them as though to air 
herself out a bit. I cannot vouch for how well it cooled her off, but it 
did do an excellent job of showing her off.

Steve just let out a low gasp as his eyes found Katie's pussy and Aaron 
said "Holy Shit!" in a soft, shocked whisper.

Katie giggled a bit at their reactions and Andy snickered a bit. I had to 
smile myself at their shock. It was hard to say whether it was just the 
fact that they expected her to have knickers on or if the bareness of her 
trimmed and shaved pussy was what was too much for them.

Still giggling a bit at their reaction, Katie said, "I guess I should have 
warned you that I'm not real big on wearing any underwear..."

As they continued to stare speechlessly, their eyes going back and forth 
from her breasts to her pussy, Katie said, "Well, I guess I better let you 
guys have a good look at everything so that you will be able to 
concentrate again." She gave them a smile and a sweet laugh as she said 
this.

She proceeded to do much the same as she had done for Andy. She was fully 
exposed, breasts and pussy, and she kept her legs slightly apart and the 
one knee turned out slightly so that her labia were clearly on display for 
them. Again, I could see them glistening and knew how turned on she must 
be. She let us all take in the view and then turned around and flipped up 
the tail of her dress and bent over to show off her ass.

"I'm guessing that you probably won't be satisfied until you see 
everything," she said to us.

At first, she kept her legs only slightly apart, so we only got a show of 
her ass cheeks. Not that Katie's ass isn't something in its own right - 
small and firm and incredibly cute - but I suppose that I'm a bit 
prejudiced about it!

After a moment, she let her feet slide apart until we could once again see 
her asshole and pussy. She was certainly wet because her labia peeled 
apart easily as her legs spread, letting us see between her parted lips. 
She had bent over far enough that she was looking between her legs back at 
us with a smile on her face. I suppose that it could have been somewhat 
disconcerting for the guys to have her staring at them as they looked at 
her most private parts, but none of them seemed to be able to tear their 
eyes away.

Finally, she asked her question again, whether we had all gotten a good 
view of everything. There were murmurs of ascent and she slowly 
straightened back up and turned around to face us again.

"There you go, guys. You've seen it all. So there shouldn't be anything 
distracting about me anymore."

Yeah, right! Nothing distracting about a sweet, beautiful woman wandering 
around pretty much naked. Nope, nothing distracting about that!

But Katie made no move toward covering up at all, making it clear that she 
intended to do just as she had said and remain exposed. She went back to 
asking Andy questions about the various plants to further illustrate that 
she felt that it was back to business as usual.

Katie started asking me about some of her selections, so that we could 
begin to narrow things down. With Andy's advice, we started picking out 
what we wanted to buy and Aaron was dispatched to get us a wagon for our 
selections.

Although everyone was obviously aware of Katie's nudity, it was refreshing 
that everyone carried on with things and accepted it. Sure everyone had 
stared when she was showing off. Heck, I was staring too. But this was 
what I had been dreaming of for a long time. That Katie's nudity would be 
accepted and appreciated.

And Katie pulled it off beautifully. As I have said, she looks completely 
natural and at ease being naked. As she moved around, looking at plants 
and talking to Andy about her selections, it pretty much looked like it 
was completely natural for her to be wandering around with her dress fully 
unzipped. 

Aaron came back with a wagon and we started loading up the plants that we 
had selected. The only downside was that as she bent over the sides of her 
dress would fall forward and hide the view for anyone off to her sides. As 
we were getting things loaded, she rubbed up against the guys a couple 
times. Since she still had her dress wrapped around her sides and back, it 
wasn't like they were rubbing up against bare skin. But the fact that they 
were rubbing up against a nearly naked woman was not lost on them.

We got everything loaded up and the guys took over the wagon for us. The 
plan was to head back the way we came a bit to drop off the wagon and then 
Andy was going to take us back to their receiving area to see if any more 
of the river birches had come in recently. Of course, Aaron and Steve came 
along to "help out" with things. Not that Katie's undress had anything to 
do with that...


I was surprised but pleased that Katie did not choose to fasten her dress 
back up. It was a risk, but we had not seen anyone other than the one 
couple that had interrupted us previously and we were further back from 
the main areas now. We reached the point where we were going to turn back 
to the receiving area without incident and left our wagon there. No sense 
dragging it all over the establishment, it was already too full to put the 
birches on if we found some that we liked. So better to leave it here and 
pick it up on our way back through to the checkout.

As we walked along, Katie was making small talk with the guys. They said 
that they really enjoyed working at the garden center and that the three 
of them were headed to college for horticulture majors in the Fall. Katie 
asked about that and they said it was at a college about two hours north 
of us. Neither Katie nor I had gone to college there, but we both had 
friends who had so we were familiar with the campus.

This whole time Katie was walking along with the front of her dress open. 
Since we were all walking along together, it wasn't quite the same as when 
we were all facing her and she was on display in front of us. But any time 
anyone glanced over at her they were going to get a glimpse of something, 
so just knowing that she was so casually exposed was exciting to me. I did 
notice that as we came to a new area Katie was cautious and ready to cover 
up if there was anyone there, but she did not let her tension show too 
much. I could recognize that she was alert, but I doubt that the guys 
noticed.

We came to the receiving area and Andy cautioned that it was possible 
there was someone back here but that he wasn't sure who it might be. So 
Katie took a moment to fasten her dress again. She only pulled the zipper 
up to the top of her stomach, though. Well below the bottom of her 
breasts. Nothing was exposed except for bare skin, but it definitely 
caught your attention.

The receiving building was a fairly large structure that was divided into 
two parts along the peak of the roof. The one side was an enclosed 
warehouse type space and had about two thirds of the space filled with 
pallet racking to store various items that needed to be kept dry. Dim 
light filtered in from skylights in the roof and high windows along the 
outside wall and it had that earthy acrid smell of soil and fertilizer. 
The other third was a staging area with a parked forklift and some pallets 
and other items that had not been dealt with yet. This was the area that 
we entered through a man door, but there were also several overhead doors 
spaced around the walls. We crossed the space and exited through one of 
the overhead doors into the space under cover of the rest of the roof. 
This space was open on the other three sides and was pretty much a loading 
dock. There was another forklift parked off to the side and a tractor with 
a tiered trailer that was loaded with smaller plants. Off to the other 
side was one whole section of larger trees.

There was one guy working on loading containers onto the trailer behind 
the tractor. I recognized him as another one of the guys that we had seen 
the last time. When he saw our group he stopped and came over, asking what 
was up. Obviously, he recognized us and eyed the open front to Katie's 
dress. Andy introduced us and introduced him as Mark to us. He continued 
on to tell Mark that we were looking for river birches and wondered if any 
new ones had come in since the ones that were out in the retail space had 
been somewhat picked over.

Noticing Mark's glances at the open front to Katie's dress, Andy first 
turned to Katie and said, "Should I ask him?"

Katie just gave a nod and said, "Ok."

Andy turned back to Mark and did his best to explain the situation while 
making it seem perfectly normal. That Katie had been hot and that the 
discussion ended up revealing (so to speak) that Katie would be more 
comfortable opening up her dress if nobody minded. Mark had seen her 
topless the time before, so it wasn't exactly like this was a surprise to 
him. But like Aaron and Steve, he probably did not realize the full extent 
of what he was about to see and probably figured that she had knickers on.

Doing his best not to look too eager, Mark said that it wasn't a problem 
for him if nobody else minded. He continued on to say that he hadn't seen 
anyone else back here for quite some time so it was unlikely that we'd 
upset anyone.

Katie gave him a smile and made a comment about how great the customer 
service was around here. Her hand went to her zipper and a hush fell as 
everyone's eyes followed it. She purposefully drew the zipper down and 
unfastened it. When he realized that he could see her pussy, Mark let out 
a quiet "Jesus!" under his breath. The rest of us had to laugh a bit at 
that, all understanding his reaction perfectly.

Katie paused for a moment with the dress unzipped and just the strip of 
flesh showing from top to bottom. She raised her hands to the sides of the 
dress by her neck to open the dress up to expose her breasts, but stopped 
for a moment as though thinking something over. Only a slight moment later 
she said, "What the heck, I really don't have anything else to hide." With 
that she flipped the dress off her shoulders and let it slide down her 
arms. She let her one hand slip out of it while she caught the dress with 
the other hand. With a slight toss to her other hand, she caught it in the 
middle so that it was easier to hold.

She stood before us completely naked except for her little white sneakers.

Everyone just stood there in silence, staring at her.

Everyone there had seen her running around topless on our last visit. 
Everyone there had seen her pussy. Granted, Mark had not seen her ass or 
the full frontal effect up until this moment, but everyone was just 
standing there practically in shock. I've seen Katie naked for years and I 
was having a hard time finding my voice!

Katie gave us a few moments, but as the silence continued and we all just 
stood there practically with our mouths hanging open she had to comment.

Shaking her head and speaking to no one in particular, she said, "Gee, 
here I thought I was doing these guys a favor. I thought I was distracting 
them because they were worried about missing something if they looked 
away. Logical solution is to show them everything, right? They've seen it 
all now: top, bottom, front, back. Nothing left to see, nothing left to 
hide. So it makes sense to just leave it all uncovered, doesn't it? Except 
they are all now catatonic like I grew a second head or something." 
Lowering her head and speaking in more of a muttered undertone she 
continued, "Thought I had it figured out. Thought it made sense. But 
nooooo...."

I knew that she was not really upset, but she was playing it up. As she 
was talking, she'd gesture with her hands and throw her arms about which 
caused her breasts to wiggle nicely. Or she'd put her hands on her hips 
which thrust out her breasts and pelvis, drawing attention to both. It was 
all completely natural, which just made it all the more sexy. None of her 
actions were any different or restrained in any way from what they'd have 
been if she had clothes on.

Looking back up at us she shook her finger at us, causing more breast and 
ass jiggling, and continued. "You men. I have no idea what to do with you 
guys. I know you like to look and I don't mind if you do. On a nice day 
like today it's pretty nice to take in some fresh air and some sun. But 
can you at least show a lady some respect or am I going to have to put my 
clothes back on?" She shook her dress at us for emphasis.

That was enough to break the guys out of their stupor and they began to 
apologize and assure her that she should feel free to do what she wanted 
to be comfortable. Of course, the relationship between her comfort and 
their being able to hang out with a naked lady had absolutely no 
connection, I am sure!

To their credit, they were generally showing her a reasonable amount of 
respect. I think that some of it was the age difference, but I also think 
that a lot of it had to do with her keeping them off balance. What with 
the nudity in general and then having her standing there lecturing them 
while fully naked it was a bit of a cautious respect - like they weren't 
exactly sure what she might do next. A little cautious respect never hurt, 
though.

The guys seemed to pull themselves together a bit and Katie made no moves 
to put her dress back on. Andy was the one that collected himself first 
and after conferring with Mark for a moment the two of them headed off 
with Katie to take a look at the river birches that had just come in. The 
rest of us fell in and followed along behind them. As we passed a pallet 
stacked high with bags of potting soil, Katie nonchalantly tossed her 
dress onto it and continued on with her white tennis shoes being the only 
covering on any part of her body. That action spoke volumes. She was 
committed to her nudity whether anything happened with the guys or if 
anyone else showed up.

I found a lot of thoughts floating through my head as I walked along.

I was proud of Katie for the changes she had made and how far she had 
come. A couple years ago and we were destroying our relationship between 
Katie's insecurities and lack of confidence in herself and my dwindling 
patience with the situation and not knowing what to do to change things. 
That alone was worth all that we had done because I was seeing that Katie 
was more confident and more at ease with herself in all aspects of her 
life these past months. It was like watching a beautiful flower bloom.

There was also the realization of my dreams of seeing Katie accepted naked 
in public. Those feelings are probably a bit difficult for me to explain. 
It was definitely arousing for me to have her walking around naked like 
this, no doubt about that. I had to keep readjusting myself and noticed 
the other guys doing the same. But it wasn't an immediate thing, like I 
wanted to bend her over and have my way with her right then and there. It 
was more of a cumulative effect that would leave me with no doubt that I 
was married to the sexiest woman alive when I got her home and the visions 
from this afternoon played through my mind as we made love to each other.

Above all, I was just amazed at how at ease Katie was with the situation. 
She was acting no differently than if she still had her dress on. Some 
women can be perfectly at ease in a bathing suit at the pool or beach, but 
if they were caught out of context - say they had come home from the pool 
and had to answer the door for the delivery-man in the same bathing suit - 
they are self-conscious about it. Or women that dress sexily and have that 
attitude about how they know that they look good and it is all about 
putting on that show. Katie had none of that. She was not at all 
self-conscious about being naked but she also did not have any attitude 
about showing off or that she was on an ego trip drinking in the attention 
either. She was just being herself and it all came across as perfectly 
natural and wholesome that she should be naked. The more you were around 
Katie while she was naked, the more it seemed like a total shame to cover 
up her body. The thought had crossed my mind more than once to move to 
some tropical island paradise where she would never have to wear clothes 
again!

We came to a cluster of about a dozen river birches in large containers. 
These were definitely in better shape than the few remaining ones out in 
the nursery that had been left after the nicer ones had already been 
picked over. As Katie inspected the trees, everyone got a pretty good look 
at her from just about every conceivable angle as she moved around the 
trees and bent to look at them. From the deeper coloring to her nether 
lips and their glossy sheen, she was just as aroused as the bulges in the 
rest of our pants attested to for us.

Those bulges left no doubt that everyone was fully aware of Katie's 
nudity. Yet they were minding their manners and actually paying some 
attention to helping us out.

Katie and I decided on two of the containers but I could tell that Katie 
was definitely enjoying herself and wasn't ready to call an end to the 
display. So as Mark and Andy pulled the containers out from the group for 
us, I asked if there were any other plants that had come in that we should 
take a look at while we were here. It seemed like a plausible question and 
I am not sure if they realized that I was mainly just buying time. Andy 
asked what sort of things we might be looking for and helped to direct us 
around the place to look at various plants.

Nothing in particular turned up, though. Truthfully, we had already 
selected more than enough stuff to keep us busy planting for quite some 
time. That and the fact that I was getting a bit surprised that nobody had 
noticed that about half the staff had disappeared someplace. So we finally 
had to put an end to things. But our wandering around to look at things 
gave us another fifteen to twenty minutes of Katie frolicking in her 
nudity.

I thanked Andy and the guys for all their help and said that we really had 
to get going. Katie also thanked everyone for all their help and then 
commented that she figured that she had to get dressed before we headed 
back to the "public" areas. You could see the disappointment in the guys' 
faces at the reality that the show was finally coming to an end. However, 
we were nowhere near the pallet where she had dropped off her dress, so 
they at least had a little longer to enjoy the sights.

The mood was a bit downcast as we walked back across the building. When we 
did reach the pallet, Katie did not immediately reach for her dress. 
Instead, she turned to Andy and thanked him once again for all his help. 
Then Katie took a step back so that she could take the group in as a whole 
and thanked them all for indulging her and for the respect that they had 
showed her.

"I know that this was all pretty out of the ordinary. I just like getting 
naked. I can tell that it is not like you guys aren't enjoying this too, 
but I do appreciate that you indulged me. And don't doubt how far being 
polite and respectful will get you. You wouldn't have seen any of this if 
I didn't think you were nice guys. So I just wanted to thank you all for 
making my afternoon quite enjoyable!" she told them.

She then stepped forward and gave each one a hug and a quick kiss on the 
cheek. Starting with Mark, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her 
body against his for several moments. She caught him a bit off guard and 
he only managed to clumsily put his arms around her for a moment or two 
before she pulled away a bit to kiss his cheek. Aaron was next and he was 
only a little better prepared. As she approached him he put his arms 
around her and actually hugged her in return, rubbing his hands up and 
down her back a little as he did so. She gave him a quick peck on the 
cheek as well and then moved away. Steve did about the same as Aaron, 
getting a good hug in and rubbing her back with his hands as he did so.

Last was Andy and I'm sure that Katie had planning it that way. He had 
spent the most time with us, so she obviously wanted to give him time to 
prepare and not be caught off guard like Mark had been.

Katie slipped into his arms and he hugged her to him. He started with his 
hands just below her shoulder blades, but as she snuggled into him his 
hands dropped to the small of her back and his hug pressed her pelvis 
against him. He definitely took longer with his hug than the others and 
instead of just clumsily rubbing her back as the others had done, it was 
more of a caress. He put more feeling into it than the other guys had. It 
sort of stood to reason, considering that he had been the one most closely 
involved in helping us as well as spending the most time around Katie 
while she was in various states of undress.

He slowly released her and she stretched up on her tip-toes to kiss his 
cheek. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself and his hands 
went to her sides to help support her. I noticed that his hands fell at 
the lower sides of her breasts and I didn't feel that it was particularly 
an accident. She finished her peck on his cheek and backed away from him 
and he let his fingers trail across the sides of her breasts as she moved 
away.

Katie went to the pallet and picked up her dress, taking her time to slip 
her arms into it and then zip it up so that she was decent again. We both 
made some small talk, thanking the guys for their help and they made 
comments to us in return about how cool we were. Mark had to continue with 
his work, so Andy, Steve, and Aaron accompanied us with the two river 
birches on a cart back to the second cart with our other purchases. Aaron 
and Steve bid us good day at that point and Andy helped us with the cart 
with the birches while Katie and I followed along with the other cart.

The checkout process at the cashier passed uneventfully. Andy stuck around 
to help us get the carts out to the truck and get everything loaded up. 
Katie gave Andy another hug and he told us to be sure to come back soon. 
Something was telling me that our landscaping budget was going to be 
running a bit high this season!

Our discussion on the way home was lively. Katie was full of questions: 
what I thought about what happened, how she looked, what I felt the guys 
had thought about what had happened. She was practically bubbling over 
with excitement!

I did my best to answer her questions and not do anything to curb her 
enthusiasm. Heck, I was excited about the afternoon as well!

So I told her how beautiful she had looked and my thoughts about moving to 
a tropical island where she would never have to wear any clothes ever 
again. She laughed at that thought. I told her how incredible it was to 
see her out in public like that and that she had definitely made my day by 
bringing to life one of my all-time favorite fantasies. Obviously, she had 
heard many times about how much I wanted to see her naked in public - that 
was the whole point of our exploits. But she had not really realized that 
what she had done was "public" enough for me.

I went on to tell her that I was sure the guys would be thinking of her 
for weeks to come. Or should that be cuming for weeks thinking of her? She 
laughed at that too.

We got home and I pulled the truck through our gate and into the backyard 
to unload. Our plan was to get a few things planted, but heel the rest of 
the stuff in at our garden so that we could work on it as we had time.

It may seem strange to some that we did not immediately head for the 
bedroom and ravage each other. But that was not the mood that we were in 
and I really had no problem with that. All along this had been about 
getting Katie to accept nudity as being fun and playful and not 
necessarily that it had to be sexual all the time.

Katie was not exactly dressed for yard-work with her dress and sneakers, 
so she disappeared into the house for a few moments while I started 
unloading some of the smaller stuff from the truck. I received a pleasant 
surprise when Katie rejoined me for it was fairly obvious that she was not 
finished being playful. She had changed into her usual work-boots and 
jeans, but came out with a cropped t-shirt that I had a feeling had just 
been cut. I could tell that I was in for a treat because with her just 
standing there as she pulled on her work gloves I could just barely see 
the curve of the bottoms of her breasts.

As she began to help out with the unloading, I was not disappointed. As 
she would reach to pick up a pot, the shirt would rise up to uncover her 
nipples. When she would bend over to put the pot down on the ground the 
shirt would gape open so that if I was standing to the side of her or 
behind her I could plainly see up it. True to her fashion, Katie worked 
along like she had absolutely no idea of what was going on.


With everything out of the truck, we stood back and looked things over to 
select what got heeled in and what we figured that we could get planted 
yet this afternoon. We were not quite ready for the birches, so those were 
going to get heeled. We divided up the rest of the stuff and pulled out a 
group of things that we were going to plant. With those set to the side, 
Katie went to the garage for a pair of shovels and we began the process of 
heeling things in.

The idea behind "heeling something in" is basically to dig a shallow hole, 
set the plant in it, and then mound the earth up around it. It isn't fully 
planted, but the earth berm around it helps to keep the plant from drying 
out like it would above ground. If you're going to have it there for any 
amount of time you typically take it out of any pot or burlap and make the 
hole deeper. We planned to get everything in over the next week or so, so 
we've found that things can be left in their pots. Makes it easier to pull 
them out and move them around again.

To put it simply, digging also required a certain amount of bending over 
and reaching so I was treated to a continued show. At one point Katie dug 
her shovel into the ground and then reached her arms up over her head to 
stretch. Needless to say, the shirt rode up to expose both her breasts 
completely. Back by the garden, we were not in direct view of any of our 
neighbors' houses, but we weren't exactly hidden either.

We got all the plants heeled in and took stock of the plants that we 
actually wanted to get into the ground. We ended up with about eight to 
ten plants sitting there in front of us. Katie and I talked things over a 
bit about where they were going in and then set about working on things.

I moved the truck out of the way and parked it while Katie went in the 
garage to get the wheelbarrow. We loaded a number of plants into the 
wheelbarrow along with the shovels and set off for our first location. We 
had four pots of perennials to put in near one of our trees.

As I said, our back yard is fairly private for being in town. The detached 
garage across the back of the property pretty much blocks off the view 
from behind us. Up at the house, we have plantings arranged to create 
several sheltered "rooms" behind the house and on the side of the house 
opposite the driveway. From these rooms back to the garage it is fairly 
open with the lawn, driveway, and garden but is still bordered on the 
sides. Along the property line by our driveway, the neighbors have a six 
foot slat wood fence. Along the other side of our backyard is a four foot 
chain link fence that continues around behind the garage to meet up with 
the wood fence. This fence has a series of bushes and trees planted in 
front of it. So we have a certain amount of privacy and people cannot just 
walk into our yard unless they climb a fence or go through one of the 
gates up by our house or through the gate in the wood fence at the back of 
the two properties. You'd pretty much have to be standing in just the 
right place or looking out a second floor window from one of the 
surrounding houses to get a view of our backyard. Not to say that those 
weren't possibilities, though.

With our new location, although we were up closer to our house and hence 
closer to our neighbors' houses as well, we were also somewhat sheltered 
by the "room" plantings and it wasn't like we were right under anyone's 
window. I couldn't see anyone watching us. Still someone could easily be 
surreptitiously watching us from behind the shades of a window.

Katie grabbed two of the pots and placed them down around the tree. Again, 
I was treated to a view up her shirt as she bent over. She came back to 
the wheelbarrow and grabbed the other two pots. This time I got a nice 
lengthy look up her shirt as she bent over to place the two pots and then 
spent some time moving things around a bit.

She got things located where she wanted and we began to work on digging 
the hole and getting the plants in place. I was treated to a continuing 
display as she'd bend over to dig or move the plants. At times the bottom 
of her shirt would get hung up on a nipple as she straightened up and it 
would leave the bottom half of her breast exposed for a bit (yes, her 
nipples are that prominent!). It was definitely a good show and made the 
time fly by as we worked.

We headed back to the garden with the wheelbarrow and loaded up the last 
of the plants. I was treated to another show. This time I could not help 
myself. I knelt down next to the pots as though I was messing with 
something and as Katie bent down next to me to pick two of them up, I 
reached up to her exposed breast and tweaked her nipple. She paused what 
she was doing so I ran my fingers across her breast, fondling it gently. 
As she offered no resistance, I moved my hand across to her other breast 
and fondled it for a moment before tweaking that nipple as well.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were even paying any attention to me," 
Katie finally said.

"Dear, I always pay attention to you. I was just enjoying the show and 
didn't want to scare you off," I replied.

With that I tweaked her nipple again, squeezing it hard. Her eyes closed 
and she gave a brief shudder at the pain/pleasure that it invoked.

Once she recovered she commented, "I was wondering how far I was going to 
have to go before you noticed." After a pause, she continued, "Where was 
that tropical island that we were going to move to where I could be naked 
all the time? I have to admit that you've gotten me to the point that 
clothing is starting to feel constricting to me!"

"Go ahead, dear," I told her. "Don't let me be the one to keep you from 
being comfortable."

"Don't tempt me," she said. "Or you're going to have the whole 
neighborhood talking about your wife's boobies. Only problem is that it's 
going to be my ass that the local police are going to be dragging down to 
the pokey."

I laughed at that. "I think I saw a movie like that once back in college," 
I said. "It was 'Reform School Girls' or something like that. Maybe they'd 
let me watch!"

She laughed as well. "You're so bad!" she told me.

We finished up loading the plants and headed up towards the house with 
them. Although I did not see anyone watching, we were much closer to our 
house and therefore closer to the neighbor's houses as well. It would have 
been much easier for someone to observe us from behind a window curtain as 
we moved closer to the houses.

It was a bit unusual to not see anyone out. On the one side of our house 
was an older couple. They were both overweight and tended to retreat into 
the air conditioning at the slightest sign of more than warm weather. Of 
the two of them, the wife was a bit of a gossip, so it would be more 
likely that she'd be peeking out the curtains than he would be. On the 
other side was a couple with two children. A nice day like today and I'm 
sure that they were out to a soccer game or some other event with the 
kids. I doubt that anyone further away would have had much of a view of 
where we were in our yard.

Still, even if nobody was actually watching us it was a thrill that Katie 
was being so casual about things in our very own backyard. Once again she 
treated me to a good show as we worked. In a way, I felt bad because she 
ended up doing more than her share of the work because I was spending too 
much time just watching her. I guess that is the price she paid for 
distracting me!

She was also getting pretty adept at getting the hem of her shirt to 
"catch" on her nipples and hang there as she straightened up. Or perhaps 
it was just a matter of her getting more turned on and her nipples 
providing more to catch on as they became more erect. Either way, her show 
was becoming more daring as we went along.

We finished things up and stood back to take a look at our work. Katie 
made a show of stretching with her arms above her head and the hem of her 
shirt rose a good two inches above her nipples. She held her position for 
a long moment before bringing her arms back down. Once again, her shirt 
caught on her nipples and stayed there. She made no move to dislodge it, 
standing there surveying our work and talking to me with her nipples and 
the bottoms of her breasts bared to the world.

She looked great standing there in the afternoon sun! Of course, she would 
have looked even better standing there fully naked, but there is something 
to be said with taking satisfaction in what you do have rather than always 
wishing for more. Besides, the image of her standing there was combining 
with the images in my mind from earlier at the garden center and the 
result was definitely provocative.

Although we could have stood there for the rest of the day like that, it 
was obvious that we had to move on at some point. With unspoken agreement, 
we both bent down and started picking up our tools and cleaning things up. 
We loaded everything in the wheelbarrow and headed back to the garage to 
put things away. Of course, I was treated to a few more views while Katie 
was bending over.

In the garage, we worked quickly at putting things away. As Katie was 
reaching to hang up the shovels, the hem of her shirt rose up to expose 
the bottoms of her breasts and then her nipples. She stretched a bit 
further and the hem ended up about an inch above her nipples. It was too 
good of an invitation to pass up so I slipped up behind her and ran my 
hands up across her belly to cup her breasts. She pressed back against me 
as she continued to hold onto the handle of the shovel, letting me know 
that my action was pretty much the response that she desired.

I rubbed my palms over her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen. I let 
them slip between my fingers and squeezed them gently as I continued to 
palm her breasts. I could feel Katie's sigh more than hear it and felt her 
body relax against mine.

Still, she continued to hold onto the handle of the shovel. Almost like 
she was bound to it and was offering herself up to me as though she could 
not resist my advances. I decided to test that concept a little bit.

Still holding her breast and nipple in one hand, I lowered my other hand 
slowly down across her belly. At first I just rubbed across her belly at 
the waist of her jeans but then began to rub more firmly and work my 
fingers down below the top of her jeans. She still offered no signs of 
resistance, only pressing back against me as she held onto the shovel 
handle.

Taking the next step, I fumbled for a moment and then unbuttoned the 
button of her jeans. I resumed rubbing her belly while sliding my hand 
down further into her jeans. It was immediately apparent to me that she 
had not bothered to put on any knickers under her jeans. It was pretty rare 
that she'd wear them under pants anyway, so I wasn't exactly surprised.

A bit more rubbing and I was ready to push things further again. I brought 
my hand up from her pants and with both hands I pushed her shirt up her 
torso and then up her arms to a point where it caught at her shoulders. 
Still no resistance. So I lowered my hands to her pants to lower her 
zipper. With her body exposed from her shoulders to her lower belly I 
resumed my rubbing, letting my hands roam all across the front of her 
body.

With her total lack of resistance plus her obviously increasing arousal, 
it was pretty clear where this was heading. We were back in the garage 
along the one side of Katie's Jeep. The sun was still bright outside and 
it was dim in the garage, so we would not be clearly visible to anyone 
looking in from outside. Besides, to get the right angle to see in you'd 
have to be in our house or backyard to see us directly. Still, the garage 
door was wide open and the potential to be seen was still there. That is 
what gives the thrill.

I started with her shirt, nudging her to get her to release the shovel 
handle for a moment while I pulled her shirt up and off her arms. I noted 
that she went right back to holding the handle as soon as her arms were 
free again. I then knelt at her feet to unlace her work-boots and remove 
them. While I did that, I was thinking about whether to leave her in her 
socks or not. By the time I had her boots off I decided that full nudity 
was definitely the ticket for today so I pulled them off as well.

Rising, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and slipped 
them down off her hips and down her legs to let her step out of each 
pant-leg. Dropping them at her feet, I rose and slowly traced my 
fingertips up her legs, across her hips, and up the sides of her stomach 
and chest. She shivered delightfully at my touch.

I explored her body with my hands, caressing everything from her shoulders 
to bottom to arms to stomach to thighs. Of course her breasts and pussy 
did not escape my attentions, just that I did not focus my attention on 
them alone. I did wedge my foot in between her feet and nudge them apart 
until I had better access to her pussy, though.

I could tell that she was getting worked up by my ministrations. Her 
breathing was heavier and she was moving to my touch. If my hands moved to 
her breasts or pussy she'd push her body against my hands, seeking more 
attention to those areas.

Gradually I acquiesced to her voiceless requests, spending more time 
caressing her breasts and pussy and returning to those areas more 
frequently.

I took a moment to remove my own shirt and then I pressed my body up 
against hers. She melted into my arms as I wrapped myself around her. I 
pulled her to me with one arm around her waist and the other across her 
breasts and held her tightly for a moment or two.

Releasing the embrace, my hands moved to her breasts. I cupped them and 
squeezed them, increasing the pressure until a moan escaped her. Then I 
grasped her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand and squeezed 
them and pulled them out from her body until a louder moan escaped her and 
she threw her head back against my shoulder.

Katie isn't particularly into S&M per se, but we've found that the 
pain/pleasure of having her nipples pinched is a definite turn-on for her. 
Still, I massaged her breasts and nipples for a few moments to take away 
the sting afterwards and she snuggled against me.

I continued to caress her body, moving my hands downward across her belly 
to her legs. I circled my hands to the inside of her thighs and slowly 
drew them up to her pussy. I stroked gently at her labia majora with my 
fingertips and could feel small shivers run through her body as I did so. 
Gradually I worked my way inward until finally I stroked my fingers down 
along the ridge of her labia minora. The shivers gave way to a shudder at 
that.

Gently, I stroked along her labia minora, lifting my fingers at the top 
and moving back down to the bottom so that with each stroke upwards I 
spread them apart a bit more. When my finger finally contacted the 
hardened nub of her clit, her body was racked with a strong convulsion and 
a groan escaped her lips.

I took pity on her and decided to forgo teasing her any more. I kept my 
finger on her clit and began to rub it in a circular motion, applying more 
pressure as I continued. Katie was alternating between moans and whimpers 
as I continued to rub her clit and she was beginning to buck her pelvis 
against my hand.

When her orgasm came, she cried out. I doubt that anyone was around close 
enough to hear her, but it sounded particularly loud considering our 
location. Her knees buckled a bit and I had to hold her up while she 
recovered.

As her strength returned, I let her stand on her own as I knelt to remove 
my own work boots and socks. Straightening up, I quickly unfastened my 
jeans and pushed them and my underwear down my legs and off my feet.

Once again I pressed my body against hers, wrapping my arms around her to 
hold her to me. My hands roamed her body again, rubbing her chest, belly, 
and thighs. As I could sense her arousal building again, I began to give 
her nipples and clit attention again.

I was getting her worked up again rather quickly, so I gently disengaged 
her hands from the shovel handle and moved her over to the front of her 
Jeep where I encouraged her to bend over and brace herself against the 
bumper. It didn't take much encouraging to get her into position with her 
legs spread enough for me to enter her from behind.

I held my penis so that I could rub it back and forth across her nether 
lips a few times to wet the head of it on her juices. I then eased forward 
a bit until I could feel her entrance and pushed further until the head of 
my penis was fully inside of her. I paused for a moment and then withdrew 
until I could just feel the tip of my penis touching her. Slowly I pushed 
my way back in. I love slowly working my way into her and we have found 
that the sensation particularly stimulating for her as my entrance and 
exit from her vagina stretches and releases her from around me.

I did this for awhile, just slowly pushing the head of my penis into her 
and then slowly withdrawing it. It was a bit of a game that we played. 
Despite the stimulus that it provided, I knew that it only served to fuel 
her desire to have me fully inside of her. So I began to work myself 
deeper inside of her with each push. Not all at once, but inching my way 
further into her with each stroke. She was moaning with each stroke and 
when I was finally buried totally inside of her she repositioned herself 
so that she could reach back with one hand to finger her clit as I stroked 
in and out of her.

Katie is no longer a stranger to self pleasure. Initially she had been 
embarrassed to even admit that she had ever done it. Then it took longer 
before she could relax enough to do it while I was watching. It had taken 
her awhile to realize how much it turned me on to watch her, which 
embarrassed her again at first. Once she got over those issues, it quickly 
became a way for her to both turn me on as well as to increase her level 
of pleasure.

I could feel her rubbing her clit as I thrust in and out of her. I held 
back and allowed her to reach her second orgasm. She did so noisily, 
crying out and bucking against me. She dropped her hand from her clit to 
the bumper so that she could steady herself with both hands. I could feel 
her pussy clutching at me as it spasmed in the throes of its orgasm.

I had continued to gently pump into her while she climaxed, but came to a 
stop and paused for a moment while she regained her breath. As she 
regained her composure, I started to slowly pump in and out of her again. 
Katie moaned and shifted her hips to attain better positioning. As I 
increased my pace, she got herself into position and her hand found its 
way back to her clit again.

Multiple orgasms are not unusual for Katie. More the norm than anything 
for her. But the fact that she had a fairly strong initial orgasm followed 
by stimulating herself to an even stronger second orgasm and was now 
working towards stimulating herself for a third orgasm pretty much 
indicated her level of arousal - she couldn't get enough!

The whole day had been arousing to me as well. From the toying around with 
the guys at the nursery to Katie's subsequent total nudity in front of 
them on to her flashing me in our own backyard and now our current sexual 
escapades. Granted, we were not exactly out in public view. But the garage 
door was open and someone could easily be attracted to the fairly obvious 
noises we were making and decide to come in to investigate. Nothing was 
preventing them from doing so if they so chose.

Seeing how much it apparently turned Katie on as well was the icing on the 
cake, though. I swear that I could feel my penis swell further inside of 
her at the thought of it and stepped up the pace of my thrusts. I could 
feel the pace of her frigging her clit increase in turn. We were both 
feeding off each other's arousal and our mutual pleasure was continuing to 
build.

If anyone was nearby, there was little doubt as to what was going on 
inside our garage. Our cries and the wet slapping sounds that our bodies 
were making against each other were pretty obviously identifiable. I 
wouldn't consider myself to be overly loud during sex, but I was 
definitely groaning as I approached climax. Katie is usually vocal about 
her climax and this was no exception. I could tell that she was building 
towards a considerable orgasm due to the extent of her vocalization. She 
was breathing heavily and moaning, occasionally letting out little cries. 
I could feel her fingers rubbing furiously at her clit as well.


Katie's fingers went into overdrive, frantically rubbing at herself like a 
woman possessed and then suddenly came to a complete stop. She cried out 
and her whole body convulsed. Her vagina spasmed around my penis and the 
added friction sent me over the edge. I fell against her and wrapped my 
arms around her as I groaned loudly and could feel my semen spurt into 
her. Katie's body continued to convulse and I could feel her legs shaking. 
I wrapped my arms around her more tightly and helped to support her in 
case her legs failed her.

I cannot say that it was the most intense orgasms that we had ever 
experienced, but it was definitely up there in the top ten. Pressed 
together, we could feel each other's heart beating and we were both 
gasping for breath. Our bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat from our 
exertions.

Slowly we regained our composure. I hugged her tightly and kissed her 
shoulders and the back of her neck. Katie brought her hands up to clasp my 
arms to her. We stood like that, holding each other with me buried inside 
of her, for several minutes.

Finally, I softened to the point that I came out of her. Katie made a sad 
sound and turned around to face me. I gathered her back into my arms and 
hugged her close. She returned the hug, clinging tightly to me as I told 
her how much I loved her.

It was probably a bit weird to be standing in our garage totally naked 
professing our love to each other. Some might say that having sex out in 
the garage in the first place might be a little odd. But it felt totally 
natural for some reason. Being naked felt totally natural. Truthfully, I 
don't think either one of us wanted to end the moment and put clothes back 
on.

However, when we broke our embrace Katie looked down at both of us and 
gave a laugh. Between sweat, my cum, and Katie's juices we were both 
pretty sticky. Reality pretty much said that we couldn't stay naked out in 
the garage forever but the problem with a detached garage was that we 
couldn't just easily sneak into the house to clean up either.

I knew that Katie was going to have a tougher time getting back into her 
jeans in her current state. Although they were not so tight that they 
interfered with her working in them, they were still tight enough that 
she'd have a hard time sliding back into them as "wet" as she was. So I 
told her that I'd run up to the house and get her something to slip on.

I used my t-shirt to wipe off my spunk and her juices and slipped my jeans 
back on. Forgoing socks, I just slipped into my work boots and stuffed the 
laces into the tops. I wadded up my socks and underwear in my t-shirt 
along with all of Katie's clothes and walked up to the house.

On the surface, I was being nice by carrying her things up for her. She 
didn't even bat an eye when I gathered her things together into my bundle. 
But my real intention was to leave her out in the garage with no clothes 
and the door wide open. I didn't bother looking back as I headed up to the 
house.

Once inside, I threw the bundle into the laundry basket in the bedroom. 
Going to her dresser I pulled out one of her t-shirt dresses and headed 
back out to the garage.

Walking back, I pretty much confirmed that there had been very little 
chance of anyone seeing us from outside of our property and that even from 
within our property the inside of the garage was in shadows and it would 
have been difficult to make out any details. I was pretty sure that Katie 
had moved, because I could not make out her form or see anything moving 
around. It was only as I walked up to the garage door that I could make 
out any real detail of forms inside the garage.

When I entered the garage, I found Katie sitting on the floor in front of 
her Jeep. She explained that her legs were still a bit unstable but that 
she didn't want to "slime" anything up by sitting on it. She pulled her 
work boots over to her and did as I had done - slipping them on and 
tucking the laces into the tops. I gave her my hand and she rose to greet 
me with another naked hug. Looking down as I held her, I noticed that 
there was a wet imprint on the concrete from where she had been sitting.

I almost hated to let her cover up, she looked so cute standing there in 
just her work boots. But I handed her the t-shirt and she slipped it over 
her head. That was a pretty good look for a consolation, though. Her 
nipples showed quite plainly through the material.

We headed out of the garage and I pulled the door closed behind us. As we 
walked up the driveway to the house, I wondered if anyone was watching and 
was currently questioning why Katie had changed clothes in the garage.

When we reached the house, I opened the door for Katie and let her pass 
inside. She was lifting her dress up before she was even through the door 
and was pulling the t-shirt over her head before I could get through the 
doorway myself, giving me an excellent view of her cute little ass as she 
headed further inside.

I followed her into the bedroom where we both removed our remaining 
clothes, which didn't take long as Katie only had to kick off her boots 
and I only had the added step of removing my jeans. From there we headed 
into the bathroom and into the shower.

Once we had the water adjusted to a suitable temperature, Katie reached 
for the soap. I stopped her and took the bar from her hand. For all that 
she had done today, she definitely deserved some pampering!

I started with her neck and shoulders, soaping her body and massaging it 
as I went. I worked my way down her back and then reached around her to 
wash her belly and then back up across her breasts. I have to admit to 
spending some extra attention on them. There is something about the 
slippery feel of breasts and nipples covered with soap suds!

Finished above the waist, I knelt and started at the bottom of her legs 
and worked my way up to her ass. I spent some time massaging her ass and 
hips with the soap before I reached a hand between her legs to scrub at 
her crack with my fingers.

It wasn't that long ago that such a move would have gotten me slapped and 
put Katie in a foul mood. Katie was not into anal, but she had come to 
appreciate that her anus was sensitive and that having it caressed could 
be stimulating.

Some would fault me for saying such things - telling me that I'm being 
overly critical of Katie at times. But that is not at all my intent. 
Beyond the arousing and lascivious nature of telling these stories, the 
other intent has always been to merely tell our story. We still get 
e-mails from people that say they enjoy the stories but that they could 
never get their wife to do such things (or the woman herself says she 
could never do such things). So I'm merely reminding people of where we 
did come from and that such a relationship is possible with a bit of work.

So I started by running my index finger down along her crack, back and 
forth a couple times, to wash it out. Not that I am implying that Katie's 
crack needed or needs washing out, mind you! I then grasped an ass cheek 
in my other hand to spread her cheeks apart for better access. With the 
tip of my soapy middle finger, I circled her anus. As I applied more 
pressure, she let out a moan. I rubbed her a bit longer for good measure 
before moving on.

I soaped up my hands and repositioned both of us so that I could wash her 
front without the water washing the soapsuds away. I rubbed her belly and 
down her abdomen. I then reached further down and soaped up her inner 
thighs. Soaping up my hands again, I worked my way upward. I spent some 
time soaping her pubic hair and then began to wash her vulva.

I started at the creases of her thighs and worked my way inward. I was 
thorough, gently separating her labia and washing between the folds. I 
could tell that she was getting aroused again by my ministrations. By the 
time I reached her clit, I knew that she was going to have at least one 
more orgasm today.

I soaped up my hands again to go to work on her little nub and Katie 
responded readily. When her orgasm came it was not nearly as strong as the 
ones out in the garage, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it! I held her 
as the water pelted against us and her breathing returned to normal and 
her legs stopped trembling.

She wanted to please me in return, but I made it clear that she had 
pleased me all afternoon and that it was her turn to be pampered. She let 
me finish up by washing her hair and face. I was especially gentle while 
washing her face, caressing her with as much loving care as I could put 
into the gesture.

Once she was finished, I took a couple minutes to wash myself off quickly. 
I let Katie stand in the warm water while I was soaping up and then 
changed places with her to rinse off. After turning the water off, I 
grabbed her towel and proceeded to dry her off. Again, I did my best to be 
loving and gentle with my actions. I think it was working because she was 
positively glowing by the time I was finished.

I wrapped the towel around her shoulders and let her out of the shower to 
dry her hair while I toweled off. I took my time, listening to the whine 
of the hairdryer. I stepped out of the shower about the time Katie was 
finishing up with her hair. She had taken the towel off and dropped it on 
the toilet seat, so she was standing there totally naked once again. 
Considering that we slept in the nude she very possibly had been naked 
more than she had been clothed today.

At the moment, she was presenting a pretty good view. She was bent over to 
let her hair hang as she ran the hairdryer through it to give it body. Her 
legs were spread to give her balance, so I had an excellent view of her 
pussy from behind. If I stepped to the side, I had a good view of her 
breasts hanging down and jiggling as she moved. I stood there watching her 
as she finished up, just enjoying the show.

Katie finished up and passed me the hairdryer. She gave me a kiss and ran 
her hand across my penis as she went past me and headed for the bedroom. I 
ran a comb through my hair and spent a few moments drying it out. I know 
that there are quite a few women that get ticked off about that sort of 
thing. That a guy can use the toilet, shower, not even shave, spend a 
minute or two drying his hair, brush his teeth, get dressed, and be ready 
to go out in public. Katie would kid me about such things, but truthfully 
she could pretty much do the same thing and be perfectly presentable. She 
had that easy, natural beauty to her and I think that she was finally 
beginning to accept it when I told her so.

Entering the bedroom, I found Katie asleep on the bed. She does have this 
catlike ability to just settle down and fall asleep so easily. But I 
couldn't blame her. Between the excitement of the day; the exertion of 
moving our purchases around, digging holes, and getting things planted; 
and then the effects of four orgasms I figured that she was entitled to a 
little nap before dinner. In fact, a little nap before dinner sounded 
pretty good to me as well.

I stood there for a moment, just looking at her as she slept. She was on 
her back with a pillow lengthwise behind her head and shoulders leaving 
her upper body twisted to the side and her one leg turned as well. With 
her legs spread a bit her pussy was exposed and her lips, still damp from 
her shower, had peeled open to reveal her pink treasure. Her arms were 
askew, the one she was laying on was stretched out perpendicular from her 
body while the other was thrown above her head. It was sort of funny that 
such a little thing was taking up so much of the bed. Her nipples were 
fairly flaccid, letting me know that she was already pretty deeply asleep. 
Her chest rose and fell steadily with her breathing.

I finally laid down with her. I carefully nestled in behind her, gently 
removing the pillow and leaning her back against my chest as I stuffed the 
pillow behind my own head. She stirred a bit but did not wake. After 
giving her a few moments to settle again, I slowly moved a little bit at a 
time to make myself more comfortable.

It didn't take me long to start getting drowsy myself and I could feel 
myself nodding off. The last thing I remembered was her turning in my arms 
and snuggling her face up against my chest and throwing her arm across me. 


Exposing Katie 017

"You did what?"

Sharon's voice was just a little too loud and several people turned to 
glance at her. Larry and I looked up from our end of the table and even 
their girls looked over from where they stood at the salad bar at the 
sound of their mother's voice.

It had been four weeks since we were out to dinner with Larry and Sharon 
and Katie had done her "Japanese lantern" imitation in the restaurant 
gardens. Time seems to fly by so quickly anymore and it had been a bit of 
a surprise to us to realize that a month had passed since we had last 
gotten together.

Understand that the four of us are practically like family. There are a 
few phone calls between us during pretty much every week and we try to get 
together every couple of weeks. Larry and I are in cooperative business 
fields, so we're often on the phone to pick each other's brains and such. 
Katie and Sharon are best friends, so they're constantly talking together. 
But we had all been busy lately and just hadn't gotten together face to 
face at all. So we had decided to meet at a local pizza place for dinner 
one evening to catch up.

Without seeing each other in person, nothing had really been discussed 
about our "activities" since we last saw them. Larry and I were at one end 
of the table with Katie and Sharon at the other end and the girls in 
between us.

Larry and I had been discussing an offer that one of his co-workers had 
made to him concerning a hunting cabin that the guy, some of his family, 
and a few friends owned together. They took turns going up there every 
couple weeks to do maintenance - check in on things, mow the fields around 
the cabin, and keep things cleaned up. But as with any routine chores, the 
"chore" part sort of comes to the front and they were having some troubles 
getting people to volunteer to go up there on a regular basis. Larry was 
telling me that the co-worker had asked if Larry would be willing to fill 
in. He could have the run of the place - take some beer up there and he 
could be out in the mountains for the weekend. All he would need to do was 
mow the field and do a few other things around the place before coming 
back. So Larry was asking me if I'd be interested in heading up there with 
him to just get away for a weekend.

We had been talking from the time we met up in the parking lot until we 
were seated. The waitress had come around and taken our orders for drinks 
and a couple of pizzas, interrupting our conversations for a few minutes. 
With our orders in, the girls headed up to the salad bar while the adults 
took a moment to finish up conversations. Apparently, Katie took the 
opportunity while the girls were otherwise occupied to fill Sharon in on 
at least some of the details of what we had been up to with our 
"playtime."

Sharon nervously glanced around her, aware that her voice had been quite a 
bit louder than she had intended. People's attention returned to their 
dinners and their own conversations and Sharon lowered her head and her 
voice to barely a whisper to ask Katie again, "You did what?"

With Sharon's outburst, Larry gave me a questioning look and nodded 
towards the ladies. Since the girls were headed back our way, I just gave 
him a quick "I'll explain" and let it go at that for the time being.

The girls got back to the table and Sharon and Katie turned their 
attention to them, seeing what all they had brought back from the salad 
bar and such. Larry and I excused ourselves and headed up to the salad 
bar. Over selecting toppings for our salad, some three-bean salad, and 
other items I briefly related our "painted lady" and garden center 
experiences. I wasn't sure which one Katie had been telling, so I told 
Larry about both incidents.

Larry just chuckled and shook his head as I gave the overview of the 
stories. I figured that he was picturing things in his mind as we talked.

We finished filling our plates and headed back to the table, passing Katie 
and Sharon on their way up to the salad bar.

As they passed us, I raised an eyebrow at Katie and she said simply, 
"Shorts (slight pause) and garden center..."

Sharon noticed our exchange and gave me a questioning look. I just smiled 
at her and gave her a nod in agreement. Sharon just gave me this goofy 
smile and shook her head in wonder.

Back at the table, Larry and I started in on our salads and talked with 
the girls about school and kids' TV shows and whatever else came up. The 
ladies came back after awhile and rejoined us and the conversation ebbed 
and flowed. The pizzas had not come yet, so the girls asked if they could 
go up to the salad bar again. Their mother gave the ok and they headed up.

With them away from the table for a few minutes, Sharon leaned over and 
asked Larry if he had heard about what had happened. When Larry said that 
he only got a brief version, Sharon quickly filled him in on what she had 
heard from Katie. Larry just looked at Katie and shook his head with a big 
grin on his face.

"Too bad you do not roller blade," he said to Sharon. Looking at Katie, he 
said, "Man, you're something else..."

Conversation on those topics fell away as the girls returned to the table. 
Larry and I decided another trip to the salad bar was in order for us as 
well and we headed up.

Larry knew all too well where things had been between Katie and me in the 
past, so he could certainly appreciate how far she had really come. As we 
filled our plates again, he told me that his sex life with Sharon had 
never been bad, but it had never been too wild either. Although he could 
not complain, he said that he often wished that Sharon would just let 
loose every now and then.

"She dwells on what other people are going to think or she convinces 
herself that she is too old or not in perfect shape. I was really sort of 
surprised to hear what had happened over at your place that morning."

I started to explain and Larry cut me off.

"No, don't misunderstand. I'm not at all bothered by what happened. I have 
to admit that I'm enjoying those naked hugs of Katie's and have to be fair 
- what's good for the goose and all that..." he said. "Besides, it seems 
to have been ahhh... Shall we say, stimulating... to our relationship..."

We both chuckled at that.

"Hey, I know exactly where you are coming from, believe me. A lot of the 
reason that we involved you guys in our little games was that we wanted to 
share the fun with someone, but keep things safe." I told him that I would 
have to fill him in on some of the other things we had done.

When we got back to the table the pizzas had come, so there wasn't much 
chance to talk about things further with the girls there. We talked with 
one another and kept up a conversation with the girls about what they were 
both involved in.

We finished up the evening with soft-serve ice cream from the machine and 
the girls tried to outdo one another with the toppings they put on their 
sundaes. Afterwards, we decided to all go over to Larry and Sharon's and 
hang out for the rest of the evening. Katie had been kidding around with 
the girls and decided that she would ride with them and Sharon could ride 
with me in our truck for the trip.

Sharon was full of questions for the ride back to her place. I sort of 
figured that had been the intention. She wanted to know why I enjoyed 
showing Katie off and admitted that Larry also seemed to be interested in 
having her show off a bit.

After a couple false starts, I finally summed things up for her by asking 
if she remembered getting wild in college. She said yes, that it had been 
fun to just cut loose and have fun, but now she had responsibilities and 
she could not do that anymore.

I just gave her a look and asked her why we were not allowed to have fun 
anymore now that we were grown-ups.

"Why do the kids get to have all the fun?" I asked her. "Who says that we 
cannot have slumber parties and mess around? What is the good of being an 
adult if you cannot make your own rules?" I kidded.

She laughed and said, "If we have to take responsibility for everything, 
we might as well take responsibility for some fun, shouldn't we?"

"There you go!" I said.

There was a bit of a lull in the conversation as I drove. Out of the blue, 
I looked over at her and said, "Show me your tits."

"What? Here?" she asked, caught totally off guard.

When I said yes, she said, "But someone might see me."

"So?" I asked.

She looked out the window a bit before shrugging and saying, "What the 
heck. You're right, what does it really matter if someone sees?"

She pulled her blouse out of her slacks and reached up under it. Grasping 
the bottom edge of her bra, she pulled it and her blouse up over her tits.

For all the years that we had known Larry and Sharon, this was the first 
that I had ever seen her breasts bare. Thinking about it for a moment, I 
realized that Larry had been in the same position when Katie came out of 
the shower. Having been used to seeing Katie naked, though, I guess I 
hadn't really thought about the full effect of seeing someone you were so 
familiar with in other respects exposed for the first time. I regretted 
that I could not savor the moment a bit more considering that between 
paying attention to my driving and the dim evening light I did not have 
much of a chance to get a really good look at them.

I hadn't needed to see them exposed to know that Sharon's breasts were 
larger than Katie's. That much was pretty obvious. But there was 
definitely something to seeing them "in person" as it were. They had good 
shape to them, but were soft and fleshy compared to Katie's with pale 
areola and small nubs of nipples.

I reached over and tweaked the nipple closest to me, rolling it in my 
fingers. I then took a moment to run my fingertips across her breast to 
get some sense of the shape and feel and weight of it. I spent a moment 
more just caressing her boob before withdrawing my hand. She lowered her 
blouse and adjusted her bra.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked and she shook her head.

"Actually, they are pretty nice," I said and she gave a bit of an 
embarrassed smile.

It wasn't much longer before we arrived at their house. We all settled 
down in the living room and the kids turned the TV on. The four of us 
adults chatted about the usual topics until it was time for the kids to go 
to bed. Larry brought up the issue of his co-worker's hunting cabin again 
and the ladies both thought he should take him up on it and the two of us 
could have a guy's weekend. They said that they'd have a ladies' weekend 
with the girls which elicited squeals of delight from the girls about 
having a sleepover with "Aunt" Katie.

The girls then gave us hugs and kisses and Larry and Sharon excused 
themselves to make sure that teeth got brushed and all of that. About 
fifteen minutes later they were back downstairs with the girls safely 
tucked in upstairs. Sharon had changed into sweats and brought a set down 
to ask if Katie wanted to get more comfortable as well. Larry asked if 
anyone could use a beer and headed into the kitchen to get a round as 
Katie headed for the powder room to get more comfortable.

When Katie came back out Larry handed her a beer and we headed back into 
the living room. Sharon settled in on the couch beside me while Katie and 
Larry took the chairs beside each other. We talked a bit more on several 
topics before things came around to the "adult" topics once again.

Sharon still wanted to know more details about me exposing Katie. She 
admitted that when she first heard about Katie "accidentally" exposing 
herself to Larry she had thought that it was pretty harmless because of 
how close we had all been. But then as she heard about some of the other 
stuff she had started to get concerned.

Katie and I both started to speak up but Sharon was quick to quiet us and 
our fears, she said that we had explained that all the last time.

Katie added a final two cents worth "Other than you and Larry, it is 
always look but don't touch," she said.

Sharon gave Katie a smile and kidded her that it would have been helpful 
to know that before. She then returned to her curiosity about our 
adventures. Actually, relating our stories to Larry and Sharon was part of 
what got me headed towards writing them down for others to enjoy.

So Sharon was still curious about the "why" of our adventures.

"You and Larry have seen each other naked, right?" I asked her.

She nodded and looked at me a bit funny. I certainly admit that it was 
sort of a stupid question.

"So, what did you think about seeing me naked the other weekend? What did 
you think of that experience?" I asked her.

"Wow! It was... It was incredible!" she said.

"So, is my body perfect? Am I that much different from Larry?" I asked.

"Well, no, not really," she said. "The two of you are actually pretty 
similar. It was just... Well, it was just different."

"Ok, if it was so incredible because it was different, why don't you 
consider asking strange men to show you their dingus and give them a 
handjob behind the local grocery store? Someone new every week to keep it 
fresh and interesting?" I asked her.

She knew that I was teasing her with this but was still a bit embarrassed 
and self-conscious. Yet she kept up with me to see where it would lead.

"I couldn't do that, not with a total stranger like that. You were nearly 
family already. It was nice to share that with you, to be able to share 
that openly and all."

"That is really all there is to it," I told her. "We got into exposing 
Katie because it was something different. It got Katie to realize that men 
found her attractive, not just me saying it because I had to. From that it 
sort of evolved. It broke the daily grind, something unexpected. I know 
that it always makes the guy's day when Katie shows off for him and it is 
a real kick for Katie to see firsthand the effect that she has on the 
guy."

"No doubt about the effect that I have on a guy!" Katie chimed in with a 
twinkle in her eye. "But that only goes so far," she continued. "I found 
myself wanting more than just showing myself off and running away. I 
wanted to be able to share things a bit more in depth with people. 
However, I didn't want the risk of getting involved with strangers. That 
is where you guys came in. Something different, but still safe."

Larry got this grin on his face and said, "Safe? You thought we were 
safe?"

He went over to Katie's chair, picked her up out of it, and laid her down 
on the floor. He straddled her and held her arms above her head with one 
hand.

"You feel safe with me?" he asked her.

"Perfectly," she said and smiled up at him.

He started pulling her sweatshirt up with his other hand, first exposing 
her naked stomach and then the undersides of her bare breasts.

He stopped for a moment and looked at her again.

"Perfectly safe," she confirmed once again.

He moved to kneel beside her and placed his hand on her bare stomach with 
his fingers pointing down toward her crotch. He looked her in the eye and 
slowly started moving his hand under the waistband of her sweatpants, 
daring her to stop him. Katie merely met his gaze and continued to smile 
up at him.

I wasn't too surprised by Larry's actions. Between Katie's full exposure, 
the naked hugs, and Sharon giving me a handjob, there was an implied 
consent to certain freedoms by this point. My only concern was whether 
Sharon was ok with her husband's actions.

It didn't seem that Sharon had any problems with what was going on. She 
was watching the display unfold before her with seemingly amused but rapt 
attention. I tugged on her sleeve and motioned for her to come closer to 
me. I swung my legs up on the couch and she lay back between them with her 
back against my chest.

After a few moments, I eased my hand under her sweatshirt and rested it on 
her belly. We continued to watch our spouses and just lay there together. 
Larry had his hand well inside Katie's pants by now and you could tell 
that he was stroking up and down along her pussy. Katie continued to smile 
up at him, not saying a word. Her only change was to part her legs to give 
him better access. After a moment, her legs parted further and I could 
tell that his finger entered her because she finally closed her eyes and 
parted her lips.

I moved my hands up to cup Sharon's breasts under her sweatshirt and 
meeting no resistance from her, proceeded to caress and massage them as we 
watched our spouses. Sharon's nipples were responding to my attention, but 
it actually felt a bit odd to have my hands full of breasts and that her 
nipples were not nearly as large or as hard as Katie's.

Larry looked up at us from the floor and took in my hands under Sharon's 
sweatshirt. Other than her bare belly, Katie was not really exposed nor 
was Sharon. But it was obviously a exhibitionistic/voyeuristic 
opportunity. So I moved my arms within Sharon's sweatshirt to pull it up 
across her belly with my forearms and then rotated my hands to expose her 
breasts as I played with them.

This also gave me another chance to take a better look at them. They 
weren't all that large compared to a lot of what you see in the movies and 
TV, but she was quite a handful compared to Katie. Katie wears bras so 
infrequently that bra size is not a topic that I find myself well versed 
in. You could stand a half dozen topless women in front of me and I'd 
probably get the bra size wrong for every one of them. Katie joking refers 
to herself as "less than a double a-cup" or that it's like going to the 
doctor when he pulls out the tongue depressor, "AAAA..."

I've really noticed the change in how Katie talks about her body. What 
used to be bitter self-depreciation has turned into good-natured jesting.

I guess that I should back up and give a better description of Sharon. 
Slightly taller than Katie, Sharon is just over five and a half feet tall. 
She has shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and a lighter complexion than 
Katie. She has a fuller figure than Katie and stays in shape. Running 
after two precocious girls probably has something to do with staying fit!

Over the years we had all seen each other in shorts, bathing suits, and 
such. But tonight was the first I had a chance to see her in less than a 
bathing suit. As I started to say, Sharon's breasts were a good handful. 
They were pale with pale quarter-sized areola, little nubs of nipples, and 
you could see the trace shadows of a few bluish veins under the surface of 
her skin compared to Katie's dime-sized crimson areolas and prominent 
nipples with a smattering of freckles across her chest.

I leaned in to whisper in her ear to ask about the girls and whether I 
should be cautious about exposing her. Her voice was distracted and dreamy 
as she told me that they were down for the night and would call from the 
top of the stairs on the rare chance that they did need something.

Larry got the hint and moved to reposition himself and urged Katie to move 
with him. He backed up so that he could sit against one of the armchairs 
and positioned Katie between his legs and resting against him so that they 
were facing us.

Even though he had his hand down her pants a moment ago, he backed up a 
bit and mimicked my actions to get his hands under her sweatshirt and 
expose her breasts both for himself and for Sharon and me to watch.

And all four of us were definitely watching each other. It was a bit 
different to see Katie being fondled by another man, even if it was my 
best friend. Not an issue of jealousy or otherwise a bad thing, just 
different.

The ladies settled back into our arms and enjoyed our attentions. However, 
Larry had tasted the "forbidden fruit" (as it were) and it wasn't long 
until his hands were once again roaming down across Katie's belly towards 
the waistband of her sweatpants. He rubbed across her belly a few times 
and let his fingers slide under the waistband. About the third time that 
he did this, Katie raised her hips for him. He paused a moment, unsure of 
her intentions. When her hips remained raised for him, his hands slowly 
went to the sides of the waistband of her sweats and started to push them 
down. He got them down to about mid-thigh before he could not reach over 
her any further. Katie took pity on him (or perhaps she was just a bit 
anxious) and pushed them the rest of the way down to her ankles and then 
spread her thighs so that he could have access to her pussy.


Sharon had been settled back against me, but I could sense her alertness 
without seeing her face. I suppose that curiosity on several fronts had 
gotten the better of her. Curiosity to see what her husband was going to 
do to Katie. Curiosity to see how Katie was going to react. And I suppose 
a certain curiosity just to see Katie.

When Katie got naked at our place after dinner the last time we had gotten 
together, she had not bothered to always keep her legs together or to 
cover her crotch. But she had been reasonably discreet and had not sat 
with her legs gaping apart for any length of time.

Now she was in just that position. Spread wide and on display. I know that 
wasn't her main intention at the moment. Her intentions likely did not go 
far beyond giving Larry access to play. Technically, it had been Larry 
that had moved them back against the armchair so that she would be on 
display. The story of her life - people just always putting her on 
display!

It took a few moments before Larry brought his hands to Katie's exposed 
pussy. Even though it had been pretty obvious that he had been fingering 
her shortly before, I suppose that having your performance watched by your 
own wife and the husband of the woman you're playing with may give you a 
slight pause! Even if that husband currently had his hands full of your 
own wife's breasts!

His hands had been at her sides, near her waist, from starting to push her 
sweatpants down. He brought his hands to the tops of her thighs and 
stroked up and down them slowly several times as he worked his way to the 
insides of her thighs.

I briefly considered whether I should follow along, keep pace with what 
Larry was doing to my wife and do the same to Sharon. I decided that it 
was better for us each to take our turn, put on a show for the others and 
have our moment in the spotlight. I continued to massage Sharon's breasts 
and play with her nipples, though. I could tell that watching Larry and 
Katie was getting her aroused and continuing to play with her was only 
helping that along.

Larry had finally brought his hands to Katie's pussy. He was mostly 
stroking her upper inner thighs, but the motion of his hands was including 
her labia majora. As he continued to rub and stroke her, the circles of 
his hands were slowly diminishing and concentrating more and more on the 
area of her vulva. As of yet, he still had not touched her labia minora or 
clit directly. But his hands continued to circle inwards and he was 
pushing her labia together in his motions, which was indirectly rubbing 
Katie's clit I'm sure.

Finally he gave up the pretense of massaging her legs and was rubbing up 
and down her outer labia. Pushing inwards as he reached the top of his 
strokes, he was obviously applying pressure to her clit indirectly.

Katie settled back in against Larry, looking pretty content. Her 
sweatshirt was still up above her breasts and her sweatpants were down 
around her ankles. Her legs were spread to give Larry access between them, 
but her labia minora had not quite opened up yet. The edges were peeling 
apart, but you could not actually see into her pussy yet.

Katie looked pretty content being exposed and gently fondled and massaged, 
but I was hoping that Larry intended to take things further. He had not 
seemed to have any problems feeling her pussy up while his hand was down 
her pants so I doubted any reluctance on his part and I certainly knew 
that Katie wasn't exactly bashful about having an audience for her 
orgasms!

I wasn't sure if it was the idea of Sharon and me physically watching him 
with his fingers up Katie's pussy that was giving him pause. Sort of like 
the difference between an R-rated movie where you knew what they were 
doing vs. an X-rated movie where you could see what they were doing.

But if I had any problems with what was happening I'd have stopped him 
long before this and I'm sure that Sharon would have also spoken up if she 
objected. Frankly, I could sense a tension in Sharon but I was pretty sure 
that it was more about seeing what was going to happen next than about 
seeing what was happening.

Fortunately, our mental deliberations were brought to a close when Larry 
moved his index finger to stroke along the ridge of Katie's inner lips. We 
could easily see the shiver that went through Katie's body at his touch 
and I swear that I could see her areola crinkle up from across the room as 
well.

He left his other hand resting on her upper thigh with its fingers lightly 
brushing against her outer labia on that side but the main concentration 
was now to run his finger gently back and forth along her inner labia. It 
only took a few strokes before it was beginning to open up for him. A 
little more pressure and Katie shifting a bit and they opened up like the 
petals of a flower and allowed us to see the pearl of her clit and its 
hood as well as the opening of her vagina.

With her labia opened to expose everything, that apparently broke any 
reluctance that Larry had to continue further. He ran a finger down across 
her clit and circled it around the inside surfaces of her inner labia. He 
stuck it into the opening of her vagina up to the first knuckle and then 
slowly drew it out. The wetness was plainly visible and he used it to 
lubricate her clit and began to rub at it. Katie melted against him and 
let out a soft breathy sigh.

Larry dipped his finger back into her vagina, this time working it in to 
the second knuckle and slowly drew it in and out a few times before moving 
back to her clit. His finger glistened with her juices and her moan was 
louder as he began to rub her clit again.

The lubrication lasted longer this time and I could begin to see Katie's 
hips twitching against his finger. His rubbing continued and I could see 
her breathing become heavier and her nipples were hard little nubs.

Larry's finger moved to her vagina and then hesitated for a moment. His 
finger moved to her inner labia and gently traced along first one side and 
then the other. Taking one side between thumb and forefinger, he first 
rolled it back and forth a bit and then pulled on it a bit. Bringing both 
hands to her pussy, he grasped her inner labia on each side between thumb 
and forefinger. Again he rolled the flesh of them between his fingers as 
though to judge their thickness and texture. Then he pulled at them, first 
pulling them out away from her body as though to judge their length and 
then apart to expose her vagina and causing her clit to stand out.

Although up to this point I had never seen Sharon naked below the waist, I 
knew that Katie most likely had. So I felt that it was pretty safe to 
infer that from Katie's "lips and nips" comments about herself, the 
likelihood that Katie had seen Sharon, and the lack of any "lips and nips" 
comments about Sharon pretty much meant that Sharon did not share Katie's 
particular endowment.

I had seen Sharon's nipples and could confirm that they were not nearly as 
prominent as Katie's, which led me to a brief speculation as to whether 
the two were tied together. Hard to say and quite unlikely that I'd ever 
get to examine enough to make an educated opinion...

In any case, I assumed that Larry's actions stemmed from a certain 
fascination with something new to him. He spent a little more time 
"examining" her before resuming his rubbing of her. When he did resume, he 
kept her labia spread apart with one hand while he dipped his finger into 
her vagina up to the second knuckle again for some more lubricant. Keeping 
her labia spread, he began to work on her clit with earnest.

Katie's arousal had ebbed a bit during his examination, but it made a 
speedy recovery as his finger worked its magic across her clit. Once again 
I could see her nipples harden and her areola tighten up and crinkle as 
her breathing increased. As Larry continued I could see the flush spread 
across her upper chest that told me that her climax was drawing closer.

He paused for a moment to relube and slowly sank his finger into her 
vagina. He slowly drew it out again and just as it came free he plunged it 
back into her, eliciting a groan from Katie.

From her response, Larry shifted his tactics a bit. Moving the hand that 
he had been using to spread her labia open, he took a moment to lube up 
two fingers at her vagina and then used them to rub her clit while he 
finger fucked her with his other hand. He started off slowly, pumping his 
finger in and out of her while he rubbed his fingers back and forth across 
her clit at about the same pace.

Katie was quickly responding to Larry's actions. Her hips were starting to 
twitch and her breathing was becoming heavier and deeper. When the twitch 
to her hips turned into a rocking motion I knew that she was close. Larry 
picked up on her state as well and stepped up his pace. As he quickened 
his pace he focused his attention on rubbing her clit and stopped finger 
fucking her. He did leave his finger buried in her vagina, almost as 
though he was using it to hold onto her.

Katie was beginning to buck her hips against Larry's hand, so having a 
hold of her wasn't without its merits. She was also starting to gently 
moan and gasp as his pace continued to quicken on her clit. Knowing her, I 
knew that she was holding back so as not to disturb the girls asleep 
upstairs. Yet the softness of her cries and gasps made watching her that 
much more arousing.

Finally Katie came. Her whole body went rigid and she lifted her butt off 
the floor to press her pubic mound against Larry's hand. Her mouth formed 
a silent "o" and her eyes practically rolled back in her head as her face 
turned slightly red from the strain against the force of the orgasm. 
Sharon and I could see the tremors course through the muscles in her legs 
and could see the sheen of sweat across the exposed portions of her body 
the whole way from her face and upper chest, down across her breasts and 
stomach, and on down her legs. Her hips bucked several times against 
Larry's hand as the waves of her orgasm hit her. He had moved the hand 
that he had been using on her clit to her hip to help steady her, but left 
his other hand cupping her vulva with his finger still buried in her 
vagina.

Eventually the tremors passed and she settled back into Larry's lap. He 
withdrew his finger and rubbed both his hands along her sides as she 
snuggled into his embrace.

The four of us all sat there in silence, all of us just sort of looking at 
each other.

Katie still had her sweatshirt up around her armpits and her sweatpants 
down around her ankles. The sheen of sweat was disappearing, but she had a 
glow to her skin and her pussy glistened with her juices. Her labia were 
still spread and were flushed and puffy from the recent activity. Katie's 
expression was somewhat sleepy and content as she gazed over at us.

Larry was continuing to stroke his hands along Katie's sides, embracing 
her with his arms as his hands moved up and down. His expression seemed 
somewhat curious as he gazed over our way, likely wondering what our next 
move was going to be or what was going to happen next.

I could not see Sharon's expression, but she seemed relatively relaxed in 
my arms. Her sweatshirt was still pulled up to her armpits to expose her 
breasts. During Katie's climax, I had stopped actively fondling her 
breasts and just cupped the underside of them in my hands. After Katie was 
finished I had absentmindedly begun to fondle them again, caressing them 
and rubbing her nipples.

Sharon didn't seem to have any problems with my actions or the situation, 
but I did realize that she was in a bit of an awkward situation at this 
point. This wasn't the first time that Katie had climaxed in front of 
other people and everyone in the room had seen her naked before, so it 
wasn't exactly uncharted territory for her.

With Sharon it was a different story. Although it was likely that Katie 
had seen her bare pussy as well as Larry, I rather doubted that anyone 
other than she and Larry had witnessed her orgasm firsthand much less 
brought her to orgasm since they had been married over ten years before 
and dated years before that. I was a bit hesitant to merely assume that 
she was going to follow Katie's lead and give a similar show.

But Larry was looking at us expectantly and I was sure that Sharon could 
see his expression and was making no protest. So I slowly dropped my hands 
from her breasts and rubbed them down across her belly. I rubbed back up 
to her breasts and then back down again two or three times before pushing 
against the waistband of her sweatpants on the downward stroke to move it 
down an inch or so.

Still no reaction. If anything, she settled a bit more deeply into my 
embrace.

So I rubbed my hands only halfway up her belly before running them back 
down to again push at her waistband. This time I allowed my fingertips to 
slide under the waistband and then bent my fingers so that I could better 
push against it. I succeeded in pushing it down to the point that I 
exposed the top edge of her pubic hair before stopping and reversing 
direction. The waistband sprung back up slightly to cover her pubic hair 
but still Sharon made no move to stop me.

At this point, I pretty much had to assume that she knew where things were 
headed based on my actions and Katie's display and that if she objected to 
things going any further she would have said something by now. So as I ran 
my hands back down across her belly I moved them out to the sides and when 
I reached her waistband I slipped my thumbs under it. As I did so, she 
lifted her hips so that I could slide her sweatpants down. That pretty 
much removed any further questions about her intentions!

I slid her sweatpants as far down her legs as I could reach and then she 
helped to push them down to her ankles as Katie had done.

Now, finding myself in Larry's earlier position I understood his actions a 
bit better. It wasn't hesitancy to proceed further as much as just a 
chance to take things in.

I'm not sure what the factors were with the situation. When we were 
younger it seemed more urgent to get right to the task at hand although I 
cannot exactly say that it was just our age that made us want to savor the 
moment. Having been married for many years and suddenly having both the 
chance as well as our spouse's blessing to intimately check out another 
woman probably had something to do with it. As did knowing each other for 
all these years and getting the chance to see what clothes had always 
heretofore hidden.

Definitely a moment to savor and take your time!

I found myself doing as Larry had done, stroking along Sharon's legs as I 
reviewed what lay before me. Nudity does lend a different appearance to 
the body. I had seen Sharon in shorts and brief tops and swimming suits 
before, so I had seen her legs and arms and belly bared before. But to 
have her bared from breasts to ankles somehow made even those "common" 
pieces seem that much more naked.

If I had to sum up the overall general impression of Sharon's body 
compared to Katie's in only a few words I'd have to say that my impression 
was of her being paler and fuller.

Understand that neither woman tans darkly, but the coloring of Katie's 
lips, nipples, and her "other" lips contrasted darkly against her skintone 
and were much more defined than Sharon's which were only slightly darker 
than her skintone. Sharon's overall skintone seemed lighter as well, what 
I've heard described as "translucent" skin - you could see the light trace 
of a bluish cast of veins beneath her skin in places. Sharon's pubic hair 
was light colored, straighter more than curly, and sparse rather than 
bushy. In contrast to Katie her labia majora were fleshy, giving a 
prominent bulge to her pubic mound, while her labia minora were all safely 
tucked inside so that all that was visible through the hair was a crease 
that promised treasures within.

As I stroked my hands along her sides and down along her legs, I started 
to move my hands across the tops of her thighs and worked my way inward 
with each pass. Doing so, I encouraged her to bend her knees and spread 
her legs a little further with each pass until she finally took the hint 
and moved her feet apart and spread her legs to give me access and give 
Larry and Katie a view. As I was basically looking over her shoulder, I 
realized that I was not going to get much of a chance to visually inspect 
her pussy from this angle. I briefly considered the possibility of eating 
her out, but this evening was about showing off and it would ruin Katie 
and Larry's view if my head was between Sharon's legs.

Besides, I had a pretty good feeling that based on how things had been 
going lately and how things were going tonight that this would not be the 
last time I would have to become familiar with Sharon's private parts.

Moving closer to the prize I rubbed my hands across her labia majora, 
feeling the downy softness of her pubic hair. It was a unique sensation to 
be feeling another pussy after only having Katie's to play with all these 
years. Or perhaps it was knowing Sharon for all these years as a close 
friend and both the wife of my best friend and the best friend of my wife 
that made the experience so unique. I'm sure that the fact that my wife 
and best friend were watching my every move further contributed to the 
situation.

I continued to stroke her vulva for awhile. Not only was her pubic hair 
softer than Katie's but with her labia majora being fleshier and her labia 
minor tucked completely inside of them, it gave an entirely different 
"landscape" to explore.

Whereas I'd normally run my fingers along the exposed crest of Katie's 
labia minora, I found myself cupping my palm over Sharon's entire pubis 
and gently rubbing in a circular motion. Judging by the way that Sharon 
snuggled against me and her soft sighs as I did this, I figured that I 
must be doing something right.

As I continued to rub her, I switched from a circular motion to rubbing 
along her seam so that I could start to work my fingers into her pussy.

It didn't take much effort. A little pressure and my fingers slid between 
the folds of her pussy on the downward stroke and I could feel the opening 
to her vagina. Reversing direction and dragging my fingers back upwards I 
came to her clit, my touch against it sending a shudder through Sharon.

I took a moment to nudge at Sharon's legs a bit to get her to spread them 
apart further. She readily obliged me and I realized that I was not going 
to miss out on seeing much due to my position behind her. Compared to 
Katie, there just wasn't anything there. Katie has commented about how 
blatantly sexual she feels that her pussy looks with her labia sticking 
out and all. She has come to understand how beautiful I think it is, but 
she spent many years wishing that it were more "discreet." But as 
"discreet" as Sharon's pussy may have been when everything was nicely 
concealed, once she was spread it was like she was open for business. It 
was basically clit and vagina and no window trimmings.

Please understand that I'm not attempting to make a judgment. I'm only 
trying to describe my observations. Katie and Sharon are both beautiful 
women that I love dearly and would not change in any way. Comparisons 
between them are meant to celebrate their diversity, not as though to 
imply any deficiencies towards either of them. The diversity in women's 
bodies is the spice of life!

As I said, Sharon's labia majora were fleshier than Katie's, giving her a 
prominent mound. Her labia minora were a thin ruffle that surrounded her 
clit and vagina. Her clit was like a large pink pearl with its hood 
extending to the top of her labia like the body of a caterpillar. I 
grasped the body of it between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed a bit, 
causing her clit to protrude and I rubbed it with my other finger. Sharon 
gave a soft moan and I shook the body of it gently as I continued to rub 
her pearl. This caused Sharon to give slightly louder moan and a shiver 
ran through her body.


Larry had obviously been fascinated with the extent of Katie's labia 
minora. Likewise, I was fascinated with Sharon's lack thereof. Whereas 
Katie's clit was hidden within the "flower" of her labia, Sharon's was 
sitting right out in the open as though waiting to be played with.

I took some time to "explore" her nether region as Larry had done with 
Katie's labia. I probed along her labia and inside of her vagina, but I 
got the greatest reaction from being somewhat rough with her clit. Rolling 
it between thumb and forefinger brought moans and sighs, but grabbing it 
and shaking or pulling on it had her squirming and gasping. I had wondered 
if she would be able to relax enough to climax while having an audience, 
but the indications were that she was not going to have any problem.

With one hand firmly on her clit, I brought my other hand up to her 
breast. I palmed it and gave it a light squeeze as I rolled her clit 
between my fingers. Sharon moaned and bucked her hips against my hand. I 
continued to knead her breast while I rubbed and squeezed her clit. 
Sharon's breathing was becoming heavier and her hips were rocking back and 
forth against my hand. I got a hold of both her nipple and her clit and 
pulled on them both while rolling them between my finger and thumb. Sharon 
let out a moan and a shudder went through her body.

Sensing that she was close, I continued with my actions. I did move my 
hand to palm her breast and let her nipple slip through my fingers so that 
I could squeeze her nipple and massage her breast at the same time, which 
she seemed to respond to favorably. Rolling her clit between my fingers 
and squeezing on it also seemed to be the thing to be doing. She was 
clamping her lips together but still her moans were getting louder as she 
bucked against my hand on her pussy.

When she came, I almost missed it at first. Katie's orgasms are dramatic. 
For a small body, they are strong and wrack her body and send tremors all 
through it. Although she usually has no issues with being vocal, she had 
held back this evening which was understandable with the girls upstairs. 
Sharon's orgasm was quiet and I got the impression that it wasn't just 
because of the girls upstairs. Her body just tensed up and her mouth 
opened in a silent "O" as her hips twitched almost like a strong 
heartbeat.

After a moment she gave a sigh and settled back against me. I could tell 
that she was a little self-conscious, so I wrapped my arms around her and 
gave her a big hug.

The four of us actually just sat there for a few minutes just grinning at 
each other before Larry asked if anyone wanted another beer. It was a 
shame to see the ladies get up and adjust their sweats to cover up again, 
but I suppose that all good things must end at some point.

As we headed for the kitchen we seemed to gravitate towards our spouses. I 
put my arm around Katie and noticed that Larry was doing the same with 
Sharon. I suppose that it was natural to "touch base" with each other 
again after something like what had happened.

With fresh beers all around, we stood in the kitchen talking. The 
conversation never really touched on what had just happened, but it was 
casual and easygoing. Not like anyone was nervous or embarrassed about 
what had happened.

Larry asked if he should confirm with his co-worker about the hunting 
cabin and I said I was up for it. The ladies again encouraged us and said 
the girls were definitely up for a ladies' night and have a sleepover. The 
two of them started talking about that and Sharon was saying that the 
girls would love to give everyone "makeovers" and that was about where 
Larry and I wandered back to the living room with our beers to continue 
our own conversation.

We talked briefly about our plans, who was going to bring the beer and 
what else we would need and so forth. We commented on the fact that there 
was probably four times as much planning going on in the kitchen and they 
were staying at the house than our planning for driving two hours and 
spending the weekend out in the wilderness.

It was getting late, so things wound down and we said our good-byes. Hugs 
and kisses are common for us, but things seemed a bit more intimate as we 
all parted. Kisses on the lips are not unusual, but my kiss with Sharon 
was decidedly more passionate than anything we had shared before and our 
hands were more free with one another as they roamed each other's bodies. 
Katie confirmed later that her kiss with Larry was a similar experience. 
Larry and I shook hands in parting, grinning at each other the whole time. 
Katie and Sharon hugged and kissed each other, giggling the whole time and 
agreeing to get together to plan out the next weekend together. Larry and 
I agreed to finalize our own plans once he talked to his co-worker.

The conversation on the drive home was easygoing. We talked a bit about 
what had happened and about other things as well. Katie seemed especially 
content now that it was clear that we could share our experiences with 
Larry and Sharon and she was looking forward to their coming "girls' 
weekend."

It was late and we were both pretty tired by the time we got home, so 
there wasn't any more "play" for the evening. We got ready for bed and got 
undressed, curling up against each other's naked bodies for the night.