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 ï>¿Her Panties and a Wet Spot bydaves40004Â(C)

   Jennifer heard the office door open along with a male voice, "I can't
imagine what was going through her mind...I mean, seriously, who exercises
in a public gym wearing a thong leotard?"

   Jennifer's hands froze over her keyboard.  She recognized Joe's voice.
Another male voice responded, "Was she wearing tights or something
underneath?" That voice belonged to Mark, one of her co-workers.  Joe was
her boss.

   "No.  That's just it, I could understand more, not completely, but more
if she had tights on." Joe replied.

   The two men couldn't see Jennifer.  She was sitting in the half dark
office full of cubicles.  Normally she wasn't in the office this early but
she had an appointment in the middle of the day and wanted to work the
extra time early instead of late.  She realized the men assumed they were
alone in the office and her heart raced.  "What should I do?" She wondered.

   Mark spoke, "So she's walking around the gym basically with her ass
hanging out for everybody to see?" Jennifer's eyes snapped wide to hear
Mark use such a direct word about a woman's backside.  He was such a soft
spoken, sweet guy.  She felt as if she'd walked into the mythical male
locker room and was listening to how men really talked when women weren't
around.

   "Well, it was 4:30 in the morning.  Not many people there besides myself
and a couple others.  But yeah, she was." Joe replied.

   "Well?" Mark paused.

   Finally Joe laughed, "Well what?" Jennifer leaned closer to the wall of
her cubicle.

   "Did she have a nice ass?"

   Joe chuckled again, "Let's just say I decided to face the other
direction while I worked out, you know, to avoid the distraction."

   Mark laughed, "Understood." Jennifer's eyebrows went up.  What did Joe
mean?  That he was attracted to the woman's bare backside?  A tiny surge of
jealously sparked in her chest but she pushed it down.  There was no
understanding between her and Joe.  She'd had a crush on him since she
started this job a few months back.  She'd never been married although
she'd been engaged for three years before she finally lost patience with
the man.  Joe had apparently been married for two years right after college
but was now divorced.  He was 35.  She was 34.

   Jennifer kept trying to set the jealousy aside.  Of course Joe would be
attracted to a woman's rear.  Why wouldn't he?  Immediately Jennifer
wondered if Joe would be attracted to her bottom.  She'd been told a couple
of times that she had a very feminine and shapely rear.

   Jennifer's thoughts jolted back to her situation as she heard a bag
being set down.  Joe's voice was clear.  They were probably standing at
Mark's cubicle, just three down from hers.  "I'm not sure I ever understood
the thong thing.  I mean, sure, it looks sexy and all, but isn't it
uncomfortable?"

   Jennifer smiled at Joe's question, nodding her head.  She'd never been
one to wear thong style underwear.  The one time she'd tried it had felt
uncomfortable.  Thus, she was surprised when Mark replied, "April says it
depends on the size and quality of the underwear.  She wears thong panties
all the time and says they feel comfortable after you get used to them."
April was Mark's wife.  Jennifer was surprised both to hear another woman
claim that thongs were comfortable but also to hear one man so casually
mention his wife's panties to another man.  She wondered if her old fiance
had ever mentioned her panties to his friends?  She understood that Mark
and Joe were pretty close friends.

   "Well, I can't imagine a thong being comfortable." Joe laughed.

   "Of course not, man, you've got balls dangling down there.  Women don't
have that....er, protrusion." Mark replied in a snide voice.  Again,
Jennifer felt as if she were in the men's locker room.  "Men really did
talk like this," she thought in amazement.  Mark's voice continued, "Some
of the women in our group wear thong panties."

   Jennifer felt her breath catch.  She wondered, "How could he know..."
Her thought was mimicked by Joe's voice, "How could you possibly know
that?"

   "Yeah!" Jennifer thought as she felt her face going red.  Mark replied,
"I've got eyes, don't I?"

   "X-ray eyes?" Joe laughed.

   "No, I mean, you can kind of tell, just looking, over time....I mean."
Jennifer leaned even closer to the wall.

   "You mean panty lines or something?" Joe asked, "I don't think you can
always see them, even when they're wearing regular panties."

   "No, not always." Mark said, "But sometimes you can tell and I've
noticed over the years."

   Joe laughed, "Years!  You've been staring at your co-worker's butts for
years?"

   "Jeesh, man!  You make it sound like I'm a pervert." Jennifer felt
herself smile and almost had to stifle a laugh.  Mark went on, "No, I don't
stare but I have noticed here and there."

   "Noticed what?" Joe asked.  Jennifer thought, "Yeah, noticed what?"

   "Well, for example, I think Camille wears thongs.  She's been here for
what...two years?" Mark asked.  Jennifer thought about Camille...young,
right out of college.  "Mark's just guessing," She thought to herself.

   "Yeah." Joe said.

   "Well, I've never seen a panty line on her and I've seen her in some
pretty tight pants."

   "She's just young.  It's probably more of an age thing." Joe replied.

   "Probably." Mark paused, and then continued, "But Amy, on the other
hand, I know she wears regular panties, I've seen the lines."

   "Amy is in her 50's." Joe said.

   "So that fits the age theory." Mark said.

   They were silent for a moment.  Jennifer's thoughts raced and she felt
her heart pounding.  She knew what was coming next.  She was the only other
woman in their group.  Time slowed to a crawl until finally, almost
painfully, Mark spoke again, "Then there's Jennifer..."

   Jennifer felt as though she couldn't breath.  Joe replied, "Yeah..."

   "I'm not sure," Mark said, "She hasn't been here as long but I noticed
panty lines one time in particular, last week, in fact." Jennifer felt her
face was flaming hot.  She wasn't sure whether to feel indignant,
embarrassed, or glad she was noticed and included.

   Jennifer was surprised at Joe's next words, "Well, we probably shouldn't
be talking like this." On one hand, Joe was right, they shouldn't be
talking about female co-worker's underwear, but on the other hand, she kind
of wanted to know what Joe thought about her underwear.  She sighed and
immediately covered her mouth, realizing that she was inadvertently
eavesdropping and hoping for a way out of this scenario that didn't reveal
herself.

   "Hey man, do you like Jennifer?" Mark asked, out of the blue.

   Jennifer's heart stopped again.  "Of course I do." Joe replied.

   Jennifer felt a little disappointed with the casual reply.  Mark spoke,
"No, I mean, you know, like her more than just a co-worker."

   Jennifer waited, wondering what Joe would say.  He spoke, "Well, I can't
really.  I'm her boss."

   "This is just friend to friend." Mark said.

   "Well, friend to friend, sure, I'm attracted to her.  She's smart. 
She's nice....pretty.  She's fun to be around...but that doesn't change
that I can't do anything about it." Jennifer felt a smile spread
involuntarily across her face.

   "That sucks for you, man." Mark said.

   Jennifer heard the office door open again.  The two men went silent. 
The rest of the office lights flipped on.  Then she heard Joe's voice call
out, "Hey, Damon, how are you doing this morning?"

   Jennifer sat quietly.  It sounded as though Joe and Mark walked toward
the entrance to talk with Damon for a while.  Her mind wandered over the
conversation.  Eventually she heard Mark return to his cube and heard him
typing.  Damon's cube was further away. 

   The office was quiet for about fifteen minutes and Jennifer was just
getting focused back on work when she heard Joe's voice behind her.  It
startled her and she let out a little squeak.  "Oh, I'm sorry for scaring
you, Jennifer." He smiled softly as she turned to look at him.

   "That's OK" She managed to say in a soft voice.  Slowly she felt her
face growing warm as she stared up at him.

   He looked at her for a moment and apparently seemed surprised to see
her. He glanced toward Mark's cube and then she noticed his face started to
redden a little.  "You're here early."

   "Yeah.  I've got an appointment and will need to take a long lunch."

   "Oh, that's fine." He paused, seemingly unsure of what to say.  Finally
he spoke a little awkwardly, "So, when did you get in?"

   Jennifer realized he was trying to decide if she'd heard thong
discussion.  "Um, just a few minutes ago."

   He looked relieved, "Oh, OK.  Well, how are you doing?"

   Jennifer felt a little stab of annoyance that he was getting off so
easy. Now she wanted him to know that she'd heard their indiscreet
conversation.  Before she could stop and think about it, she spoke, "I
might leave a little earlier too, if you don't mind.  There's a store I'd
like to stop at right near my appointment and, well, you know how hard
we've been working lately...  do you mind?"

   "No, of course not.  What are you shopping for?" He asked.

   Again, the word slipped out before she could think, "Panties." Her face
started warming up and she couldn't believe she'd just said that.

   His face went red too.  He paused, mouth open, and glanced aside toward
Mark's cube.  His voice went low and he took a step forward, "Look,
Jennifer, I'm really sorry about what you apparently heard.  I shouldn't
have talked that way with Mark.  I hope you'll forgive me."

   Jennifer immediately regretted bringing it up.  She smiled at him, "I
guess I'm just teasing."

   Joe nodded, "I hope, well, I hope you don't feel, harassed or anything.
That's the last thing on my mind.  I just feel so stupid, like I'm some
teenaged kid caught talking trash in the locker room.  It won't happen
again."

   Jennifer laughed quietly, "I'll count on that."

   Joe smiled weakly and said, "Talk to you later." He turned and walked
away.

   Jennifer turned back to her computer and moved her hands over the
keyboard.  She couldn't concentrate.  She was feeling a bit of shock at how
forward she had been.  He behaved exactly as she would have expected when
confronted with the indiscreet conversation.  He was embarrassed and sorry.
The part of the conversation that stuck in her mind now, though, was that
he was interested in her but that he couldn't act on it as her supervisor.
She briefly wondered how much she liked this job.  Maybe it was time to
change.

   ---

   Jennifer had been telling the truth about the proximity of the lingerie
store to her appointment but she never intended to go there.  Now, as she
exited the office building from her appointment, she stopped and glanced
down the street toward the lingerie shop.  Curiosity got the better of her
and she walked toward it.

   As she went through the front door a wave of pleasant fragrance washed
over her and she was attracted to the soft, warm colors throughout the
store.  Almost immediately a woman approached her and asked if she needed
help.  Jennifer decided the direct approach was best and explained that she
was interested in buying some thong panties but that her previous
experience with them hadn't been comfortable.  The woman nodded knowingly
and started leading her across the store while explaining how getting the
right fit and material made all the difference.

   About half an hour later Jennifer walked out of the store holding a n
little ornate pink shopping bag.  As she headed back to the office, a plan
was formulating in her mind spurred on by the events of the morning.  She
was wearing a nice business suit and the pants were reasonably tight. 
Standing upright, she was confident that the lines of her brief-style
panties were not visible but bending over was a different story.

   Eventually she walked through the lobby of the office building, down the
hall, and opened the door to her group's area.  Joe's private office was
immediately to the right and she stopped in his open door.  He looked up
from his computer and smiled at her.

   "I'm back." She smiled back at him.

   "Appointment went OK?" He asked.  She saw his eyes glance down at the
delicate pink shopping bag in her hands.

   "Perfect, thanks." She said.

   "Good." He smiled and again his eyes glanced at the shopping bag.

   "Well, back to work." She turned and walked away, keeping in view of his
open office door.  She slowed her walk and tried not to be too obvious but
she put a little more side-to-side movement in her hips as she moved,
knowing the motion might catch his attention and draw his eyes to her rear.

   She'd worked this plan out on the way back to the office.  She wanted
him to notice her panties.  The group had a set of distribution boxes in
the open area of their office and those boxes were also within line of
sight of Joe's door.  Her box was at the bottom of the stack and as she
approached the boxes, she slowed even more.  Then, slowly, deliberately,
she bent at the waist keeping her ass pointed directly at his office and
checked her distribution box.  She took an envelope from it, straightened,
and walked toward her cubicle.  Just before she was out of sight from Joe's
office, she glanced back.  She caught Joe looking quickly away and couldn't
suppress a smile on her own face as she hurried back to her cubicle.  "It
worked!" She thought.  She felt an incredible rush of sexual power,
something she'd never really experimented with before.

   Jennifer was ready for the next part of her plan.  She prepared the
paperwork, stuffed it into an envelope, and then picked up the little pink
shopping bag and headed out the side exit from their office area toward the
bathrooms.  Their group had two small unisex bathrooms, each one with doors
that locked, meant to be used by one person at a time.  Jennifer stepped
into one of them and closed the door behind her.  She set the shopping bag
down and turned to look at herself in the mirror.  The pants of her
business suit were smooth across her thighs and looked very nice.  She
turned around and craned her neck to look at her rear view.  As she
thought, the pants were loose enough across her bottom to not show her
panty lines.  She slowly bent at the waist, watching to see what Joe would
have seen.  Almost immediately as the smooth material stretched over her
rounded bum, the lines of her panties became clearly visible.

   She smiled, straightened, and undid her pants.  She stepped out of her
heels and slid the pants down her legs.  She carefully hung the pants on a
wall peg and turned to look at herself in her regular panties.  They were
nice looking, simple and sleek.  They were made of a smooth micro-fiber and
were pale green with a little yellow bow in the middle of the lace waist
band.

   She turned around to look at how the panties encased her bottom.  The
cut completely covered the wide, rounded globes of her cheeks.  She slowly
bent and as the material stretched tighter, it became somewhat transparent
and she smiled as the cleavage between her cheeks became visible.  She felt
a sexual stirring in her pussy.

   She straightened, slid her thumbs behind the waist of the panties and
slid them down her thighs until they dropped to the floor.  She looked back
at her reflection in the mirror, naked from the waist down.  She really did
feel as though her ass were her best sexual feature.  She stared at it's
rounded, wide fullness, each cheek tapering smoothly down to a nearly
perfectly round half globe.  She reached around and patted her bare bottom,
watching her cheeks jiggle tightly with each pat.

   Again, she slowly bent at the waist, watching the view of her rear as
more and more of her privates came into view.  She saw the brown hair of
her pussy start to show.  She spread her legs and bent further, now clearly
feeling the sexual arousal between her legs.  Fully bent she could see her
little, pink and puckered anus and for the first time in her life, felt
that it was attractive and desirable.  Her eyes traced down from her anus
to the tight lips of her outer labia, puffy and full, mostly hair free
toward the back with hair starting to grow more toward the front.  Her lips
were full and stuck together.  She slowly slid two fingers down over her
abdomen, through her soft, full pubic hair until she felt her pussy lips. A
moan escaped her throat as pleasure filled her groin.  Her fingers went
down the sides of her lips, between the lip and the inner thigh, down
between her legs toward her anus and then back between her lips, pulling
them apart to expose the now very moist and pink interior.  She was amazed
at how wet she was.

   Without thinking, she slowly pushed a finger into her vagina. 
Immediately, she envisioned Joe looking at her ass, looking at her pussy,
and then she imagined Joe's penis sliding into her pussy the way her finger
was.  She let out a small squeal of arousal and pushed her finger in
deeper, pulling it out, pushing it in, over and over imagining Joe's penis
plunging into her wet pussy.  She felt amazing, tingly all over, and had
never come this close to orgasm this quickly before while masturbating. 
She pulled her slick, wet finger out and immediately started fiddling with
her clitoris.  The orgasm washed over her powerfully and she felt her knees
almost buckling with pleasure.  She cried out and then clamped her mouth
shut, not wanting to be heard.  Her mouth spread wide again and she closed
her eyes as the waves of pleasure from the orgasm washed through her body.
Finally it subsided and she stood up straight again, looking back one more
time at the reflection of her wide, smooth and bare bottom.  She was sexy
and she knew it. 

   A smile spread across her face as she thought about her plan again.  She
hadn't planned on masturbating but wow, it felt amazing.  She'd never
masturbated at work before.

   She washed the lubrication off her fingers, dried her hands and then
looked into the little pink bag.  There were three thong panties in the
bag. She took her favorite out.  They were a very smooth and light-weight
stretchy material, black with little white polka dots and a pink waist band
with a little pink bow on each side above the leg.

   Jennifer smiled as she looked at the panties.  She imagined wearing them
in public, in a gym, exercising in front of Joe.  She imagined him watching
her nearly naked ass as she moved rhythmically.  She imagined his penis
getting big and hard because of what he saw.  She shook her head to clear
it image.  Her pussy was still wet and feeling tingly.

   Carefully she stepped into the thong and pulled it up her long legs. 
The triangular front barely covered her luxuriously thick patch of soft
brown pubic hair.  She turned to look at her ass in the thong.  The
material between her cheeks was soft and comfortable and she was surprised
at how nice the panties felt both over her genitals and up between her
cheeks against her anus.  There was none of the wedgie, irritating feel
from the thong panties she'd tried in the past.

   She hooked her thumbs under the waist band and pulled the thong up,
wondering at what point it would start to feel like a wedgie.  Eventually
it did so but in the process, her already tingling pussy started to feel
highly aroused again.  She loved how the stretchy thong looked pulled up
tight between her bare bottom cheeks and it felt wonderfully applying
pressure to her pussy lips.  She turned around and pulled from the front,
watching to see how her pubic hair became visible on each side of the panty
front.  Then as she was adjusting the thong, the left side of her labia
slipped out from the thong's tight embrace and she let out a soft moan of
pleasure.

   Jennifer turned around and bent at the waist to see what her pussy
looked like part way out of the thong.  The lip was full and puffy.  She
touched it with a finger and found it incredibly sensitive, sucking in her
breath in pleasure.  Looking closer she noticed that the panties were
starting to show the dampness of her pussy's lubrication.

   Carefully she adjusted the crotch of the panties so it slipped between
both her pussy lips and then she pulled it up even more.  Her big labia
bulged out obscenely to either side of the material now barely visible and
buried in her pussy.  She grinned wickedly, wondering what Joe would think
to see her exercising in a gym in a thong with her puffy labia sticking
out.



   She pulled the thong up tighter and immediately felt the pressure
against her clitoris.  Warmth started spreading through her groin again and
she couldn't help it.  She turned to watch herself from the front
masturbate again in the mirror.  With one hand she kept the thong pulled up
tight between her pussy lips and with the other hand, she gently but
persistently rubbed her clitoris.

   She felt the orgasm coming on and opened her mouth wide but tried to
remain silent.  She kept her eyes open, watching her fingers work over her
pussy as several pulses of pure pleasure emanated through her groin and out
through her body.

   She relaxed, letting go of the thong and feeling sexually spent. 
Carefully she pushed the panties down.  Her legs felt weak and she still
felt tingly.  She smiled at the crotch of the panties as she stepped out of
them and lifted them up.  They were completely soaked with her arousal.

   Her mind went into a miniature fantasy.  What would Joe do if she walked
into his office, angry at the conversation she'd overheard, and said
something like, "See, I do wear thong panties.  I'm young, hot and sexy and
this is the closest you'll ever get to my pussy." And then she put the wet,
masturbated-in panties on his desk, followed with an "I quit and am going
to sue." He'd beg her to stay and not tell anybody.  She'd demand that the
only way she'd let it go is if he first, smelled her wet panties and then
second, stripped completely nude and put her panties on while she watched.
Of course, that would be exactly what he'd want.  He'd have a red face and
be embarrassed as he got up, closed his office door and locked it.  Then
he'd take the little wet panties in his fingers and lift them to his face,
gently taking in the sweet musk of her arousal.  Finally, he'd strip
completely nude.  As he pulled his pants off, his huge stiff erection would
spring free giving away his sexual attraction to her and he'd ridiculously
try to put the little feminine thong on his big masculine body.  The
triangle front would barely contain his flowing balls and wouldn't even
begin to cover his long cock.  And then she would tell him to sit in his
office chair, she would take her pants off and parade around in front of
him wearing another pair of thong panties before stripping those off and
climbing onto his desk, completely naked from the waist down, thrusting her
groin forward to show off her sexy pussy.  He would stare with a dazed look
on his face as she climbed onto his lap and slid her pussy down the length
of his cock, all the way down until she felt his balls press up to her, and
he wouldn't even last one more stroke.  His head would snap back, his hips
would buck, and she'd feel his penis pulsing inside her tight vagina while
he ejaculated into her.

   Jennifer shook her head free of the ridiculous fantasy and laughed
quietly.  She put the wet panties back into the bag and took out a simple,
white thong made of the same material at the black one.  She slowly pulled
it up her legs and her mind went back to the fantasy again.  She imagined
Joe's big penis filling her little pussy and the feel of his expansive,
soft and warm balls squished up against her bum as she sat down on him. 
She imagined the feel of his penis pumping semen into her.  As she tugged
the thong over her pussy her fingers went down between her crotch,
involuntarily, again, and she sighed as yet another orgasm came on.  This
time she couldn't quite keep herself from squealing out load as she
imagined Joe's cock pumping into her pussy.

   Exhausted, she sighed and pulled the white thong off seeing how wet it
had become with yet another orgasm.  She giggled, never having thought
early this morning as she headed into work that she'd be having three
amazing orgasms before the day was over. 

   She put the wet white panties in the shopping bag and took some bath
tissue to her pussy in an effort to blot up all the moisture.  Her pussy
was still incredibly sensitive and rubbing it with the tissue paper was
just feeling more and more arousing.  She gave up and took the final thong
from the bag.  It was a cute, lacey red thong with the stretchy back and
crotch.  She figured this one would be the least comfortable but it turned
out to feel just as good as the rest.  As she snugged it between her cheeks
and over her pussy she tried to focus elsewhere.  Her pussy still felt
tingly and she knew she could have another orgasm if she played with
herself.  Multiple orgasms weren't hard to achieve once she'd masturbated
long enough but they'd come on so fast and uncontrollably today that she
was unsure if she could even walk back to her desk and carry out the rest
of her plan without having another.

   Quickly, so as not to be distracted by her slowly throbbing genitals,
she pulled her pants on and stepped into her heels.  She washed her hands
and looked at her face in the mirror.  She was flushed.  She tried to calm
down and took some deep breaths.  She wanted to finish her plan.

   She unlocked the bathroom door and walked slowly back to her desk, still
feeling the tingling sensation in her pussy with each step she took.  She
opened a drawer on her desk and put the shopping bag full of worn and wet
panties away.  She she picked up the envelop she'd prepared.

   She took a deep breath and walked across the office space toward Joe's
office.  She knocked on the frame and he looked up from his computer.  He
still looked a little distracted but he managed to smile at her.  "Hey." He
said.

   She tried to keep a straight face, "Hi.  I have this report for Susan."
She waved the envelop.  "Do you want to see it before I pass it on up?" She
figured he didn't.  He never did.

   "No, it'll be fine.  Thanks!" He was staring at her, hands poised
awkwardly over his keyboard.

   "Sure." Jennifer turned and walked toward the distribution boxes exactly
as she had done before.  She had to take deep breaths while she was doing
it to keep herself calm and steady.  She slid the envelop into Susan's
distribution box and then slowly bent at the waist again to check her box.
She knew Joe's eyes would be on her ass again but this time, unlike just a
few minutes ago, there would be no panty lines and she would leave it to
Joe's imagination to figure out what that meant.

   She stood and walked out of his view, not even bothering to look back,
she felt so confident that he was looking.

   Her pussy was still feeling very warm and tingly and as she sat down in
her chair, the pressure against her pussy and the feeling of the thong sent
her dangerously close to yet another orgasm.  She closed her eyes and laid
her hands flat on her desk, sitting straight, trying to hold as still as
possible.  "Not another orgasm, not another, not now.  I don't have any
more panties." She thought to herself.

   She was breathing deeply, slowly, for a couple of minutes when she was
startled by her phone ringing.  She jerked up and the pressure and movement
sent even more tingles through her genitals.  The phone rang again and she
grabbed it quickly, "Jennifer, can I help you?" She said into the receiver.

   "Hey, Jennifer," It was Joe's voice, "Can you come into my office for
just a minute?  Susan's here and she'd like to go over the report."

   "You're kidding." She replied, her mind spinning.

   "Ironic, huh.  No, she just walked in and pulled it out of her
distribution box.  She just has a couple of questions." Joe said.

   "Um...sure, I'll be right over." Jennifer replied.

   "Thanks." Joe hung up.

   Jennifer stood immediately, still taking big breaths.  She could feel
how wet her panties were and was afraid it would start soaking through. 
She looked at the seat of her office chair.  Nothing.  She sighed and
walked stiffly toward Joe's office.

   She rounded the door frame and Susan was standing next the the white
board, Jennifer's report in her hand, while drawing something on the board.
Joe looked over at her and smiled, pointing at a chair near his desk.

   Jennifer walked to the chair and sat down carefully.

   Susan turned and smiled at Jennifer, "Oh, there you are.  I can't tell
you how helpful these reports are, Jennifer."

   "Thanks!" Jennifer smiled warmly back.

   "Serious, they've brought some very important issues to light.  Take for
example these figures..." Susan pointed at the white board.

   Jennifer tried to focus but she swore she could feel the thong slowly,
every so slowly sliding across her outer labia and in between her lips. 
She stared at the white board as Susan's voice turned into a sort of
background drone.  Her thong couldn't possibly be moving, sliding up into
her pussy...impossible.  And yet she could feel it.  She must be imagining.

   Jennifer was jerked out of her thoughts when Susan said, "Joe, come show
us how these facts correlate." And in a daze, Jennifer watched Joe
awkwardly stand up from behind his desk and walk toward the white board
taking the marker from Susan's outstretched hand.

   Jennifer's eyes went wide with a brief glance at Joe's crotch.  Had she
seen what she thought she saw?  A rather long bulge off to one side?  Joe
turned and faced the board, keeping his back to the two women.  His voice
went on like Susan's and yet at a lower pitch.

   Jennifer was sure of it.  Her thong was sliding up between the lips of
her pussy, a pussy that was feeling distinctly more and more wet by the
second.  Her mind went back to her fantasy, to Joe smelling her wet
panties, to Joe's long, throbbing penis sliding into her wet pussy and the
feel of his soft, warm balls pressed up against her bottom.

   "Right, Jennifer?" Susan and Joe looked at her. 

   Jennifer blinked.  She had no idea what they'd just asked.  "Sure." She
said.

   "That's what I thought." Susan said and turned back to the figures. 
Susan took the white board marker from Joe and started working on the
board. Joe stepped back slightly, focused on the numbers.

   Jennifer looked at Joe's now visible crotch.  She could clearly see the
length and shape outline of his penis stiffly held off to his right side by
his pants.  His penis looked amazing and her fantasy came back into her
mind.  She stared and even imagined that there was a small wet spot on the
front of his pants toward the tip of his fat, rounded penis head.  "Wow!"
Jennifer thought.  "Would that even fit in my little pussy?"

   "Yes." Jennifer said out loud.  Her face went immediately red as Joe and
Susan turned to her, surprised expressions on their faces.

   "Exactly.  Yes.  That's what I thought." Susan replied and went back to
the numbers.

   Without looking up at Joe's face, Jennifer's eyes went back to the
visible bulge of his penis.  Joe turned aside, obscuring the view, and
Jennifer looked up at his face.  He was looking at her and his face was now
bright red.

   "What in the hell is happening?" Jennifer wondered.  My pussy is on the
verge of another orgasm, I've already had three of them, I'm sure that by
now I'm making a wet spot at the very minimum on my pants and most likely
on Joe's office chair, I changed into thong panties and showed my ass off
to my boss and now he has a big erection in front of his boss.

   Jennifer watched in almost slow motion as Joe self consciously adjusted
the front of his pants.  It didn't help much.  Now his heavy, thick cock
was hanging downward but the ridge of his penis head was still clearly
visible along one side of his pants.

   Jennifer wondered what his penis looked like, bare.  And then before she
could stop it, she felt the orgasm coming on with the thong sliding up
between her soaked pussy lips.  She closed her eyes and tried to hold her
breath as the orgasm surged through her body.  She gripped the arms of the
office chair.  Susan's droning voice was distant.  The pleasure was almost
unbearable and then finally, it began to subside and a small "Oh..."
escaped from her lips.

   "Are you OK?" Joe's voice was filled with concern?  Jennifer's eyes
snapped open.  He had taken a step closer.  Susan was turned, looking down
at her in concern.

   Jennifer felt her face flame up in embarrassment.  Her mind raced and
she spoke, "Um...sorry, cramps."

   Susan's face softened, "Oh, I hate that.  I'm sorry.  Do you need to go
home?"

   "What's wrong?  Are you OK?" Joe asked again.

   Susan looked at Joe with an expression that spoke to his obtuse
question, "Joe, do you mind?  This is woman stuff."

   "What?" Joe looked confused.

   Jennifer spoke quickly, "No, uh, you know how it is.  It's gone now.  It
happens almost every time."

   "You're sure?" Susan asked.

   "Yeah.  Sorry." Jennifer felt embarrassed but glad that her excuse for
having an orgasm in front of her bosses in the middle of the day seemed to
ring true.

   "No problem at all.  Do you need to go get some ibuprofen or something?"
Susan asked.

   "No.  I'm fine.  Go on." Jennifer said.

   Susan and Joe turned back to the white board.  Jennifer glanced at Joe's
crotch again.  Finally his erection had died down to the point where only a
soft bulge remained.  Still, Jennifer was certain of the wet spot where the
tip of his erect penis had been.  She smiled to herself and listened to the
rest of the meeting.

   Eventually, Susan left the office and Joe turned to Jennifer, "So you're
really OK?  You looked like you were in pain for a moment there."

   "I'm sorry.  I feel so stupid.  I'm just fine." Jennifer replied.

   "You're definitely not stupid.  That's a better word for me today." He
paused, looking into her eyes.  He had deep brown eyes that were really
quite beautiful, Jennifer thought warmly.  "I am...you know, sorry for what
happened earlier today."

   "Don't worry about it." Jennifer replied.  As she started to stand up
she felt just how wet her pussy was.  She prayed silently that it wasn't
showing.

   Joe was speaking, "I just want you to know that we, I mean I, well, all
of us really appreciate the work you're doing here.  You're terrific.  At
work I mean." Joe's face was growing red again, "I mean, in every way. 
Well, you know...." His voice trailed off as he looked down.

   Jennifer said, "Thanks..." and followed his eyes.  She looked down at
the office chair where she'd just been sitting.  The chair had a clear wet
spot right in the middle where she'd been sitting.

   There was an awkward pause.  Jennifer tried to think of something to say
and couldn't think of anything.  Finally Joe looked back to the white
board, "Well, hey, I've got to focus this afternoon so...."

   Jennifer said, "Right.  I'll let you go."

   "Thanks...." Joe said.

   Jennifer rolled her eyes as she walked out, "Oh my gosh," She thought,
"I just created a wet sex spot on my boss' office chair." She felt
unbelievably embarrassed and wondered if he could possibly have any
interest in her any more after what happened today.  As she crossed the
office space toward her cubicle she glanced back to see Joe closing his
office door, something he rarely did.  Jennifer sighed again.

   That night she headed home with a mixture of feelings about what had
happened.  On the bad side, she felt humiliated to have made that wet spot
on his chair and felt mildly embarrassed by how sexual she'd been showing
off her ass by bending over in front of him twice and changing panties in
between to show that she was wearing a thong.  On the good side, she'd had
four amazing orgasms, had discovered that she loved the way thong panties
felt, and even better, learned that her boss was interested in her.  There
wasn't much she could do about it now.  That evening, before going to bed,
she settled into her regular routine of a nice masturbation session but
this time with fantasies of Joe's penis getting hard because of her thong
panties.

   ---

   After Joe closed his office door he locked it.  He knew it was awkward
but it had to be done.  He immediately walked over to the blinds, closed
them and then back to the chair where Jennifer had been sitting.  He looked
down at the wet spot.  He now understood what she said about cramps and
presumably, the way she and Susan talked, it was her period, but the wet
spot wasn't blood. 

   He carefully knelt down and put his hand on the chair next to the spot.
It was surprisingly warm and Joe felt his penis start to swell as he
thought about Jennifer's amazing, round ass sitting here, warming the
chair.

   He lifted his hand and placed a finger on the wet spot.  It was slick.
He ran his finger across the spot and then looked at his finger, rubbing
his thumb and finger together.  Very slippery.  "Oh my...." Joe sighed.  He
gently lifted his finger to his face and took in the sweet, musky fragrance
of Jennifer's sexual arousal.  With this discovery confirmed, his penis
quickly surged into a full erection.

   He knew something was going on between he and Jennifer today.  She not
only heard his discussion with Mark about panties, she'd admitted that, but
she also heard him confess his interest in her.  And then that show, twice,
at the distribution boxes.  She had the most amazing rear he'd ever seen
and she showed it off profoundly effectively...twice.

   The first time, he wasn't sure.  She'd never bent that way before, and
he had seen her panty lines, and it seemed too much of a coincidence
following the panty discussion to be anything else, but still, he wasn't
sure.

   Then the second time, "Oh my..." he whispered again, that had been
crystal clear, the way she walked from his office to the distribution
boxes, the way she moved her hips back and forth, her amazing ass moving
with each step, and then bending, bending, bending forever it seemed until
her legs, slightly spread, pants pulled tight over her ass on perfect
display....

   The door was locked.  He undid his pants and freed his raging erection.
"Oh!" he moaned, picturing Jennifer's beautiful ass; full, round, feminine,
perfect in every way.  No panty lines.  What did that mean?  She had that
little pink bag.  Did she buy a thong and wear it for him?  What did it
mean?

   He imagined her bare bottom covered only by a little thong and his
penis, hard and long, started twitching as he stroked it.  What was she
trying to say to him?  It felt like she was saying, "Come fuck me!" But
that couldn't possibly be what she meant.  But then, there she had done it,
shown off her ass, put on a thong, her legs slightly spread, and his eyes
had been drawn to the soft, subtle bulge right at the top of her thighs,
between her legs, between her round ass cheeks, the bulge of her pussy. 
The orgasm rocked over him and his cock started spurting semen.  It shot up
onto the desk and he tried to catch it but some of it ran from his hand
onto the floor.

   He shook his head and tried to clean up, pulling his pants up.  He had
to get to know Jennifer better.  Maybe it was time to quit his job.



   Her Thong Workout

   Jennifer wanted to show her ass to Joe, her boss.  She had a crush on
him and had recently learned that he was interested in her as well.  Even
more exciting was the apparent fact that he was sexually aroused by her
ass. That knowledge gave Jennifer a thrilling sense of power and she wanted
to explore just how far she could go with that.

   Just the day before, she'd inadvertently overheard Joe and another
co-worker discussing the fact that some woman at Joe's gym had been
exercising in a thong-back leotard.  After masturbating the previous night
and then falling asleep, Jennifer had awoken early and while she lay in
bed, started to formulate the plans for further teasing Joe and exploring
this sexual side of their relationship.

   She went to work earlier than usual, arriving shortly after the time
when Joe usually showed up.  As she walked into her group office area, she
turned to look through his open office door.  He looked up from his
computer and smiled at her.  "Hi Jennifer.  You're here early again." His
face reddened slightly and Jennifer smiled, remembering yesterday's
experiences.

   "Yeah.  I'm following your example and hitting the gym early in the
morning." She replied.

   "Why's that?" He asked.

   "Partly just to try something new.  Also, I figured it would be less
crowded."

   "Was it?"

   "Mostly." Jennifer paused, hoping her plan would work.  "But I don't
like my gym very much."

   "Which one do you go to?"

   "The Athletic Club, not far from my place.  It just seems kind of worn
down or something."

   "That's not good." Joe replied.  There was a small pause and Jennifer
wondered if she should be more direct.  Then he asked, "You should try my
gym.  It's pretty new, everything's shiny." He laughed.

   Jennifer smiled, feeling glad he'd brought it up.  "Which one do you go
to?"

   "City Gym....there's one just two blocks..." He started to point south.

   Jennifer took a step into his office, "Oh yeah, just down on 19th
street. I've walked past that place.  You like it?"

   "Especially at 4:30 in the morning.  I'm often the only one there." He
said.

   "Perfect." Jennifer thought to herself.  She spoke, "Maybe I will.  It
would be nice to have a good place so close to the office."

   Joe paused again and Jennifer was thinking of what to ask next when he
spoke, "Hey, I have a guest pass.  Do you want to use that?  I could show
you around."

   "That would be great.  Thanks!" Jennifer said feeling giddy inside.

   "When?"

   "Sooner is better for me.  I'd like to switch if it's the right fit for
me.  Tomorrow?"

   "Sure.  And you want to try that early?  I could go later if that would
be easier." Joe said.

   "No, change is good.  I can be there at 4:30 if you're there too."

   They made arrangements to meet in the lobby at 4:30.  Jennifer left his
office and walked to her cube.  She sat at her desk quietly, pondering her
plans.  Her pussy was feeling more and more tingly by the minute. 
Yesterday had been the first time she masturbated at work and she knew she
wasn't going to get any work done until she did it again.  Still, she held
out for about an hour before finally giving in.  She could feel the
moisture of her arousal in her panties.

   Today she was better prepared.  She stood up from her desk and walked
toward the private bathrooms with her purse.  She locked the bathroom door
behind her, set her purse on the counter and immediately undid her pants.
She stepped out of them and carefully hung them up.  She turned back to the
mirror and looked at her reflection.  She was wearing one of her new thong
panties purchased the day before.  The front of the crotch was visibly damp
as she spread her legs.

   She turned around and admired her full, round ass in the mirror.  A
fantasy was forming in her head and she whispered to herself, "So, Joe, you
like how my ass looks in a thong?" She patted one side of her smooth bottom
and watched it jiggle tightly.

   She whispered again, "Oh you do, I see you like it.  I can see your big
penis getting hard in your pants.  I'm causing that reaction, aren't I?"
She smiled and started caressing her wide, rounded cheeks.

   Still whispering, she said, "Oh, you wish you could touch my ass?  Is
your penis completely hard now?  I bet you'd like to see my pussy too." She
turned around and gently took the front of the thong panty and pulled it
aside exposing the soft, thick dark pubic hair covering her genitals.

   "There you go, big boy," she whispered and spread her legs, thrusting
her hips forward, "this is my pussy.  I'm not sure I can fit your big cock
in my pussy but I want to try.  Is it fully hard yet?" She pouted her lips,
"Oh, not yet?  Let me help."

   She turned around again and slowly rolled the thong panties down over
her ass, watching her reflection in the mirror and applying it to her
fantasy.  Her bottom looked absolutely beautiful, she thought.  The thong
slipped out of the crack between her cheeks leaving her bare bottomed.  She
spread her legs a little further and let the panties slide down her legs.
She stepped out of them, now completely naked from the waist down.  She
slowly bent at the waist, legs spread wide, and watched her full pussy
mound come into view.  It was topped with cute dark curls of hair.  The
lips of her pussy were swollen with arousal.  She spread them carefully
with her fingers and saw how wet she was.  Her eyes traced over her
genitals and upward to her pink, puckered anus.

   She whispered, "Yes, someday, Joe, maybe I'll let you fuck my ass, but
right now, I need your big cock in my pussy.  See if you can squeeze it in
there?"

   With that she turned and opened her purse.  Inside the main compartment
she opened a zipper and then carefully took one of her favorite dildos out.
It was bright blue and very soft, shaped realistically like a man's penis.
She often masturbated with a vibrator but didn't feel comfortable with the
buzzing sound in the work bathroom even though she was alone with the door
locked.  She loved the feel of this one, especially when she slid it all
the way in to the base which was shaped like a man's balls.  She loved the
feeling of those big, rounded balls pressed up against her pussy.

   She bent again to examine her pussy.  She was very wet and felt that she
wouldn't need lubrication.  She positioned the rounded head of the dildo
against her pussy lips and slowly slid it back and forth, across her outer
lips back toward the base of her vagina and then forward again toward her
clitoris.  Her eyes closed and she moaned softly.  She worked it back and
forth a few times, feeling the slickness of her own lubrication.  Then
gently, she pressed inward and felt her lips slowly spread and start to
engulf the head of the dildo.  "Oh Joe!" She whispered urgently, "You're so
big."

   Her legs quivered for a moment as her pussy lips slipped over the ridge
of the dildo's head.  She turned the dildo back and forth with just the
head inserted into her vagina.  Her genitals were giving her that warm,
sensitive feeling that she was close to orgasm.  "What?" She whispered,
still in her fantasy, "You want to slide in?  You're looking at my ass and
think you might lose it?  Ejaculate before you get in?  Do it, lover...fuck
me."

   Then she slowly pressed the dildo further into her vagina.  She felt the
walls of her pussy sliding wetly over the soft yet firm surface of the
dildo.  It was not particularly long, only about five inches, and so she
was able to push it slowly all the way into herself until she felt the
soft, rounded balls press up against her clitoris.  "Oh my gosh!" She
sighed.  Her pussy was so wet.  Flashes of pleasure were starting to course
out through her body.  She pulled the dildo slowly out, watching in the
mirror as it came out.  It was glistening wet.

   "Oh Joe!  Push it back in!" She whispered, full into her mind's fantasy.
She slid the dildo all the way back in and again, her knees almost buckled
as the dildo's balls pressed against her clitoris and she felt the orgasm
coming on.  "Oh gosh!  Oh gosh!" She moaned and then started to whimper as
she closed her mouth, not wanting to be too loud.  The orgasm washed over
her body filling her with warmth and amazing pleasure.

   Finally the orgasm subsided and she was able to stand up straight.  She
turned around and slowly washed the dildo in warm water.  She dried it with
paper towels and slipped it back into the inner compartment of her purse.
After yesterday's wet spot incident and with her pussy still sensitive and
slick, she was better prepared today.  She took a panty liner from her
purse.  She stepped into her panties and pulled them up to mid thigh, then
carefully applied the liner to the wet crotch of the panties and snugged
them up over her pussy which tingled in pleasure at the sensation of
further touch.  She closed her eyes and carefully cupped her pussy in one
hand, sighing in pleasure and thinking about trying for another orgasm.

   She shook her head and let go of her pussy.  "No, I have to get back to
work.  More later....lot's more tomorrow." She smiled at herself in the
mirror and thought about her plan as she stepped into her pants, did them
up, washed her hands and left the bathroom to head back to her desk.

   ---

   It was hard waking up that early the next morning but once Jennifer got
her mind focused, she was instantly wide awake; both excited and nervous
about her plan for the morning.  Her bag was already packed.  She put her
hair into a pony tail, brushed her teeth, changed into yoga pants and a
T-shirt and headed for her car.  About half an hour later she was walking
into the lobby of the City Gym.  Joe stood up from a chair and smiled
warmly at her.  "Hey!  You made it."

   "Of course." She smiled back.  Joe looked great.  He was already in his
exercise gear: a loose tank top that revealed nicely formed shoulders and
arms along with loose athletic shorts that hung to his knees.

   Joe glanced briefly down at Jennifer's attire as they turned toward the
front desk.  She was glad that she decided to wear her tight yoga pants. 
They showed off her curves very nicely and she had no underwear on beneath
the skin tight pants.  Joe used his guest pass to get her into the gym and
walked her down the hallway pointing at features of the gym as they went.
He stopped outside the women's locker room and suggested that they try out
the weight room first after she was ready.  He pointed again to let her
know where he would be waiting.

   Jennifer smiled at him and walked into the locker room.  It was quiet
and empty.  She selected an empty locker and set her bag down.  She took
several deep breaths, not sure whether she had the courage to proceed with
her plan.  She sucked in another deep breath and stood straight, willing
herself to continue.

   Quickly, she pulled off her T-shirt and her regular bra.  Her breasts
swung free in the open air.  Then she pushed her thumbs behind the
waistband of the yoga pants, kicked her athletic shoes off, and peeled the
tight pants down her legs, stepping out of them one leg at a time.  She put
her shirt, bra and pants into the locker and stood still for a moment,
reveling in the feeling of being completely naked in the same building as
Joe.

   Normally, she was quite modest in the locker room and changed clothes
quickly but since the whole purpose of this morning was sexual, she felt no
rush, especially because she was alone.  She walked down the aisle of
lockers and toward the vanity mirrors and sinks.  She looked down at her
naked body as she walked.  Her breasts weren't large but also weren't
small. She thought they were quite perky although they had softened over
the years.  They wiggled with each step and were topped by large round,
pale brown aureola and nipples that were stiff with arousal.  She wished
her tummy were sleeker, but for a woman in her 30s, she felt comfortable
with her body and thought she looked good.  She stepped in front of a
mirror and looked at her naked body.  The dark triangle of her pubic hair
looked sexy and she ran her fingers through the hair, pulling it out a bit
and enjoying the softness of it.  She twisted to one side and then the
other watching the extended curve of her bare bottom stick out as she
moved. She looked toward the entrance of the locker room: no door, just two
corners to block view from the outside.  She imagined Joe not being able to
resist and walking into the women's locker room and finding her standing in
plain view, completely nude.  She felt her pussy start to tingle again and
suddenly felt nervous.  She hurried back to her locker, her breasts
bouncing vigorously as she jogged.

   Back at her locker, she took a sports bra from her bag.  Normally she
didn't exercise in just a sports bra although plenty of women did.  This
time, she planned on it.  She pulled the tight black bra over her head and
shoulders and slid her arms into place.  Then she pulled the front of the
bra down over each breast snugging it firmly down and massaging each soft
mound of flesh to make sure it was completely contained.

   She went back into her bag and pulled out the shorts she intended to
wear.  They were extremely short boy-cut style shorts, a size too small and
not cut quite right for her wide, feminine bottom.  She bought them about a
year ago thinking they might be useful for exercising on hot days but found
that her bum didn't quite stay in place when she wore them.  She stepped
into them and pulled them up.  Right now, they were barely decent.  They
covered her pussy tightly revealing only hints of the shapely curves of her
labia.  The lower edges in back on her bottom barely ran along the lower
orb of her butt cheeks.

   She moved, stretching left and right, forward and back, and then jogged
in place for a couple of seconds, all the while feeling the shorts wedge up
between her bottom cheeks and into her pussy lips.  She walked back in
front of the mirrors again.  From the front, the shapes of her pussy lips
were much more visible now with a clear seam between the lips in the middle
and two more seams forming a V shape on either side.  She turned around and
twisted to look at the rear view.  The shorts had worked all the way up
between her bottom cheeks and her face reddened as she saw how exposed her
ass was.  At least half of each cheek was completely on display with the
leg band riding high and curving up over the orb of each buttock.  It
almost looked like a thong but not quite.

   Jennifer took a deep breath and walked back to her locker.  She sat down
and put her shoes on then put everything away.  She closed and locked the
locker.  She carefully tugged the shorts down reducing the wedgie affect
both in her pussy and especially pulling the leg bands across her bottom
down so the shorts looked decent again.  Then she carefully walked out of
the locker room and toward the weight room.

   The weight room had glass walls and she saw Joe sitting on a bench
working a dumbbell before he saw her.  She kept walking, watching him,
toward the entrance.  Before she got to the door he noticed her and looked
over, smiling.  She opened the door and walked in.  Again, she caught him
glance down at her body very fast and then look away.  Her heart raced as
she crossed the weight room.

   He stood up, setting the dumbbell down.  He said, "You look great.  I'm
sorry, but I just have to say that."

   She felt herself blushing and smiled coyly at him, "I'm not the only one
who does."

   His face reddened and he started to say something, paused, then finally
spoke, "Well, do you already have a routine?"

   "I do." She replied, running through her plan in her mind.

   "Cool.  Need any help?" He asked.

   "No, I think I can find everything.  I'll ask if I do need help,
though."

   "Good."

   Jennifer turned and walked to the free weights.  She lifted two ten
pound dumbbells from the rack and walked over to wall covered with floor to
ceiling mirrors.  She would start with her calves.  She stood in front of
the mirrors with a dumbbell in each hand, legs spread about a foot apart,
and slowly, steadily lifted to her toes and then back down.  In the mirror
she saw Joe go back to the exercises he'd been doing when she came in.  She
knew this exercise would give him views of her back side and would show off
the length of her legs and firmness of her leg muscles for him.  At first
he wouldn't look at her but eventually she noticed him glancing on
occasion. She tried to focus straight forward so it didn't look like she
was watching him.  More and more he glanced over at her.  Once when she
thought he was watching she came down to her heels a little faster knowing
the bounce would cause her bottom to jiggle.  Through her peripheral
vision, she could tell he had noticed and wasn't turning his head quickly
away like the times previous.  She stretched up and then jerked down again,
feeling her bottom bounce.  He was still staring.  She tried very hard not
to smile and finished that set less smoothly than she normally did,
maximizing the bounciness of her bottom for his viewing pleasure.

   She finished the set and saw him look away again.  She walked to the
weights rack and picked up two five pound dumbbells.  She returned to her
previous location.  He was doing a different exercise but still on the same
bench positioned so he could see her.  She took a couple of deep breaths
for courage.  She could feel her shorts were starting to wedge a little
higher but could see that they weren't too obscene yet.  "Now or never,"
she thought to herself.  Her next exercise would be squat lunges which
would completely wedge her shorts up into her bum and pussy showing him
just about as much skin as if she were wearing a thong. 

   She glanced at him and he wasn't looking.  She smiled and then started
the first set.  Standing straight with a dumbbell in each hand she stepped
forward with her right foot while squatting down, leaving her left foot in
place until her left knee almost touched the floor, then she stood up
straight again.  With the first stride she felt the shorts slide across her
ass and pull up tightly between her legs.  She felt much more open air on
her bottom.  She tried to keep a straight face and went through twelve reps
of each leg.  When she stopped she bent at the waist and set the dumbbells
down on each side, standing up straight and breathing smoothly.  She looked
at her reflection in the mirror.  The legs of her shorts were much higher
now, the front was wedged between her pussy lips on the sides and up the
middle giving a clear view of the shape of her labia.  She could tell, even
without seeing, that most of her bottom was uncovered just like a thong. 
She glanced at the reflection of Joe.  He was staring at her butt and
didn't see her looking at him.  She watched him for a couple of seconds
before he glanced up and noticed that he'd been caught looking.  He turned
away quickly and Jennifer couldn't suppress a smile then while she watched
his face go bright red.

   She bent and picked up the dumbbells again starting into the next set.
She watched from her peripheral vision and Joe couldn't seem to stop
himself from looking.  Finally after looking at her ass at least half a
dozen times, he completely turned his body so he couldn't see her and
rubbed his face vigorously.  Jennifer squelched a little laugh and finished
the lunge exercises.

   She went back to the ten pound dumbbells and the next exercise didn't
make it any easier on Joe.  She carefully bent at the waist, keeping her
back straight, working the muscles in the back of her upper legs and
completely showing off her barely covered ass in the process.  With each
bend down she felt as if she were in some sort of porn pose, bending at the
waist, legs spread, showing off her ass and pussy.  Her shorts were pulled
so tightly up between her ass and against her pussy that she worried that
one or both of her pussy lips might actually slip out.  She kept doing the
reps and sets, occasionally catching Joe glimpsing at her ass when she was
bent even though he kept trying to turn away.



   She finished with sets of single arm rows, kneeling on a bench, one leg
extended, lowering the dumbbell with one arm and supporting her body with
the other.  These exercises, with her shorts pulled up between her ass
cheeks, seemed to be the final straw for Joe.  He stared openly at her as
she started her first set.  Her bottom was up high and pointed at him.  The
crotch of her shorts was wedged between her cheeks and tightly over her
pussy mound.  Her breasts were dangling down, looking much larger in this
position, as she slowly rowed the dumbbell down and then back up.  Finally
he stood up and walked to the other side of the weight room working on a
machine facing away.

   Jennifer wondered if she'd pushed him too far.  She finished the sets
and put the dumbbells back on the rack.  It had been a good workout and she
felt a sheen of sweat all over her body.  She glanced over her shoulder at
her reflection and her objective was confirmed, the back of the shorts were
completely wedged up between her large, rounded cheeks looking just like a
thong.  She felt her face redden a little and felt some embarrassment. 
Maybe this had been a bad idea.  She tugged the back of the shorts down to
be semi-decent and walked over to the water fountain, taking a drink.  Then
she walked toward Joe.  She worried about his reaction.

   Joe stopped his exercises and looked up at her.  He smiled warmly and
Jennifer's worries ebbed away.  He said, "You work really hard.  Good job!"

   "Thanks.  You too." She smiled back at him.

   "Not today....you know, feeling kind of, well, unfocused." He stood and
stretched his arms over his head to one side and then the other.  Jennifer
admired his biceps and felt her pussy start to tingle again.  She hoped she
wouldn't make a wet spot again.

   "Why?  What's up?" She asked and tried not to sound too coy.

   He looked at her, putting his arms down, appearing a little deflated,
"Well, you know..." One eyebrow went up, when she didn't speak, he went on,
"Not sure."

   Jennifer glanced down and sucked in her breath, the front of his shorts
tented out with his erection.  She looked away quickly and felt her face
starting to heat up.

   He looked down at himself and then sighed, "Um, sorry."

   Jennifer looked back at his face and tried to smile, "Hey, completely
natural.  I understand how boys function."

   "So you noticed?" He asked.

   "Um, kind of hard not to notice.  You need to be careful with that
thing..." Jennifer couldn't believe what she was saying, "in a weight
room....sticking out so much, don't want it to get pinched or anything."
She glanced back down at his crotch.  The tent seemed to grow a little
higher and she could clearly see the thick, rounded head straining against
the loose shorts.

   "Good advice, I'll be careful."

   Jennifer thought about the next phase of her plan.  "So, how much time
do you want to spend?"

   "No rush." He said.

   "Should we try out the pool?" She asked and was embarrassed when her
voice cracked.

   His face reddened a little more, "Um, yeah, that's cool.  You remember
where it was?"

   "I do.  I'll meet you there." She replied quickly and didn't wait for
his response, heading directly through the door and towards the locker
room.

   ---

   Jennifer stood in the still empty locker room in front of the mirrors
wearing her new swimsuit.  It was a tight one piece fashioned after a
women's competition swimsuit with one exception, the back was a thong style
cut.  The front sleekly encased her body, her breasts held tightly.  Her
eyes wandered down across the gentle curve of her tummy toward the
triangular sweep between her legs and the subtle bulge of her genital
mound. She turned around and looked at her rear view.  The back,
contrasting to the front, was almost not existent.  Straps crossed her back
and merged into another piece that met straps around her waist just above
her hips and then narrowed into a triangle of material positioned directly
above and between her large, bare ass cheeks.  The material disappeared
between her cheeks leaving them looking nude.

   She took a deep breath and watched her breasts swell up, nipples
becoming more visible through the tight material.  Then she walked across
the locker room towards the exit that led to the swimming pool.  She
stopped in the shower and turned it on hot.  She stood beneath the
streaming water, drenching her hair and all of her body.  She pushed her
wet hair back and turned the water off, looking down at the swimsuit's
appearance when wet.  It was shiny and even sleeker and to her surprise,
her nipples and aureola were slightly visible through the wet material.

   Shocked, she walked back to the mirrors and looked.  Her initial
impression was confirmed as her aureola were slightly, but unmistakably
visible.  Worried, she looked down at her crotch.  At least the liner there
obscured the view and her triangle of pussy hair wasn't visible.  She
looked at her backside again.  Beads of water stood out on her bare cheeks,
droplets ran down her long muscular legs.  "I look hot." She thought to
herself and she walked toward the locker room exit to the pool area.

   ---

   Joe waited in the deep end of the pool, treading water, his head still
spinning from what he'd seen.  Now he knew for sure that Jennifer had heard
every ounce of his conversation the other day including his talk about the
woman wearing a thong at the gym.  Granted, Jennifer hadn't been wearing a
thong in the weight room, but after she started working out and it pulled
up, it may as well have been a thong.

   He had a split mind.  On one hand, he was elated beyond description to
realize that Jennifer was obviously showing herself off to him.  On the
other hand, he felt ashamed that he'd so obviously ogled her body.  He
shook his head, "What else was I to do?" He thought to himself, "Her body
is amazing, the most amazing ass I've ever seen and the way her pussy mound
looked...Oh my gosh...." His thoughts stopped as Jennifer walked into the
pool area.

   They were alone.  She was wet from the shower.  Her one piece suit clung
to her voluptuous body like wet tissue paper.  As she drew closer he
couldn't help but stare down at her body.  Her breasts jiggled and his
mouth dropped open when he realized he could actually see her
aureola...large and round.  He was stunned.  You work with somebody for so
long, you get to know them, but then you never see their body, and then,
when you finally do, it's like you're meeting somebody entirely new.  How
could Jennifer, the woman he'd known all these months, have been with him
so many hours at work and yet he didn't know what she looked like?  Her
breasts, her nipples, her ass.  He'd give anything, he thought, to see what
she looked like completely naked.  What color was her pussy hair?  What
type of pussy did she have?  She appeared to have full, puffy lips which
made him even more aroused.  And that ass!  That amazing bottom.  He
realized he was staring at her pussy and he looked up at her face as she
stood at the edge of the pool looking down at him with a bemused
expression.

   "Hello.  Are you in there?" She asked.

   He sighed and felt his face go bright red, "Yes, I'm here, and worse off
than I was before." He felt his penis, which had subsided a little, now
surging into a full erection again.

   "Worse off how?" Jennifer asked.

   "I think you know." Joe replied.

   Jennifer laughed...she actually laughed, "At least your, well, you
know....that part of you is safer in a pool than a weight room."

   She bent over and he caught a glimpse of her heavy breast cleavage as
she did so.  She sat down at the edge of the pool and swung her legs into
the water.  He swam toward her and stopped at the edge of the pool, not
willing to get out and display his full erection which would be completely
on display in a wet, clinging swim suit.  "Jennifer, I'm confused."

   "About what?" She asked.

   "The other day, that conversation...what happened, I'm sorry.  I don't
want to do the wrong thing and make you feel uncomfortable or anything."

   "I don't feel uncomfortable.  Quite the contrary...with you, that is."

   "Really?" He asked.

   "I wouldn't be this way if I didn't feel ok with it." She smiled again.

   "So you are...you know, doing these things on purpose?"

   "What things?" She asked.

   "Can I be blunt?" He asked.

   "Yes.  Please."

   "Your shorts....how they fit, conformed to your curves that is.  Your
swimsuit is not very modest...somewhat transparent.  The way you were
exercising...almost as if you were showing off...and then the other day in
the office, the whole...well, the panty thing and what you did.  Am I
misreading this?"

   "How do you read it?" Jennifer asked.

   "You're going to make me say it?" Joe pressed.

   "You might as well, you were the one who suggested bluntness."

   "I feel like you're showing yourself off, sexually, to arouse me." Joe
sighed.  "There, I said it."

   Jennifer paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the water.  She
didn't reply.  She looked down the length of the pool.  At the other end,
where it was shallow, there was a low basketball hoop at the edge of the
pool.  Her eyes seemed to brighten and she said, "Hey, let's play water
basketball."

   Joe felt a little disappointment at the lack of a direct response.  He
was about to say so when she pulled her legs out of the water, stood up and
started walking toward that end of the pool.  Joe's mouth dropped open as
he saw the back of her swimsuit for the first time.  He was stunned,
staring at her nearly naked bottom as she walked away.  Her hips rocked
back and forth accentuating her wide feminine curves.  He watched her full
bottom jiggle and flex and felt his penis start to twitch involuntarily.

   She looked back over her shoulder, "Come on, big boy, can you play
ball?"

   Mark shrugged.  There was nothing left to hide, he thought.  He pulled
himself out of the pool and followed her.  He glanced down.  His swim
trunks clung to his thighs and crotch.  His penis stood straight up.  The
full length of his shaft was visible behind the clinging wet material.  The
shape of his penis head was visible.  He looked back up to watch her bare
bottom as they walked.  His penis twitched more.

   She grabbed a ball from the bin near the hoop and walked down the steps
into the shallow end of the pool.  He approached and she turned to look at
him.  Her eyes dropped to his crotch and immediately went wide.  She said,
"Oh!" and put her hand over her mouth.

   He sighed again as he walked down into the water.  Her eyes were glued
to his genitals.  He said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it.  You look amazing."

   She laughed and turned away, shooting the ball at the basket and getting
close but not quite sinking the shot.  She turned back, "You're the one
that looks amazing.  Look at your massive chest." She moved closer to him
and actually ran her hand, gently, briefly over his chest.  "I love this
hair.  So masculine.  I'm not even going to comment on what's down there."
She pointed daintily with a finger at his waist, "But that is impressive
too."

   She stepped back, turned and went down into the water, swimming toward
the ball.  Mark caught glimpses of her bare bottom as she sliced through
the water.  She grabbed the ball and shot again, this time swishing it. 
"Good shot!" He said, wading toward the ball.

   "I am pretty good.  I grew up with brothers that loved basketball." She
replied.

   Mark was impressed and even more attracted to her.  He shot and missed.

   She laughed, "You'll have to do better than that." And then they both
lunged toward the ball.

   Then commenced the most surprising fifteen minutes of his life with
another woman.  She was a fierce competitor as they played the game, each
trying to get the ball into the basket, over, around, even under the other
person.  They splashed and swam, lunged and jumped, and before long they
were blocking each other out, bumping up against each other, pressing and
pushing.  Jennifer seemed to be every bit as aggressive as any other guy
and Mark loved it.  The fact that her body was curvy, smooth and amazingly
soft only made the experience that much more powerful.  At times she jumped
on his back and he felt her soft, expansive breasts pressed against him
with her legs wrapped around him.  She was particularly good at pushing him
aside with her lower center of gravity and her powerful hips.

   Throughout this play he stared plenty at her body and she didn't seem to
care.  Her breasts, even more visible through the soaked material of her
suit, were amazing.  They bounced and swung as she moved.  Her bare ass was
the most amazing sight of all.  It was powerful and muscled and yet
incredibly feminine.  His erection didn't die down at all, in fact, it
flared even more and he started to feel moments of extreme sexual arousal.
Unfortunately, he didn't catch the warning signs in time and at one point,
Jennifer grabbed the ball.  With her back to the hoop and him between her
and the hoop, she started backing up, pushing him toward the hoop with her
hips and bottom.  She backed straight on and with each shove, her beautiful
bottom pressed up against his hips and crotch with his upright erection
pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

   Mark stopped trying to resist and Jennifer noticed.  Instead of being
quite as aggressive with an objective of getting closer to the hoop, she
kept pushing back with her hips and bottom but with a more intense, slower
motion.  She pushed her ass against his hips and he looked down at the
thong back of her swimsuit disappearing between her beautiful cheeks.  He
felt his erection twitching.  Warmth was spreading through his crotch.  She
pulled away and then pushed back again, gentler this time.  Her cheeks
wrapped around his upright shaft and he felt his balls tightening. 
Vaguely, distantly, he thought, "Oh no...." But he couldn't move.  He could
only stare down at her beautiful body.  He looked up at her wet hair.  Her
face was turned to one side.  Her eyes were large and shining and she had a
half smile on her face.  Then she pushed back one more time.  Her bottom
cheeks encased his erection warmly, softly, persistently and he felt the
orgasm coming on.  This time he said out loud, "Oh no!  Unnngh...."

   His penis jerked and started to spasm.  The orgasm surged through his
body and he looked down at his cock.  He felt the first spurt of semen
shoot out into his wet trunks.  Nothing visible.  "Oh!" the pleasure was
unbearable.  The second spurt of semen jetted from his cock and he could
see a little of the white liquid press through his trunks.  The third spurt
of semen came out and oozed heavily through his trunks, now clearly
visible. The water was shallow enough here such that both of their hips
were above the water level.  The result of his orgasm was oozing through
his trunks.  "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Jennifer."

   "What?" She stood up straight and turned around, a questioning look on
her face as his erection continued to spasm, filling his shorts with more
semen that seeped through the material and started running down the bulge
of his cock on the outside of the wet trunks in a large, white rivulet. 
Mark's body was almost frozen.  He couldn't move.

   He said again, in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

   Then Jennifer looked down at his crotch.  Her mouth dropped open and her
eyes went wide, "Oh my gosh....is that....what?"

   Finally Mark's penis stopped squirting semen but it was still visibly
twitching and the damage was done.  A huge amount of semen was running down
the front of his trunks in an unmistakable way.  His erection was still
completely visible behind the wet clinging material.  Mark didn't know what
to say.

   "Mark, is that what I....I mean....did you ejaculate?" She looked up at
him.  He was still frozen.  She looked down again and to his amazement, she
dropped the ball into the water and slowly reached out with one finger. 
Time seemed to slow down as her finger approached his crotch and then
electricity lanced through his system as her finger touched his erection
through the wet, semen covered trunks.

   "Oh!" He said.  The pleasure was amazing and his penis started jerking
again.

   She slowly ran her finger up his shaft collecting a large amount of the
semen and then she pulled her hand back and rubbed her finger and thumb
together through the slick liquid.  She stared at her fingers, looking
strangely mesmerized.  Finally she spoke, softly, "I've never done that to
a man before."

   He tried to speak, "I, well...um...." He felt as if he were going to
burst with humiliation.

   Then she smiled and looked up at him, "I made you come, just by showing
off and pushing myself up against your cock.  Wow!" She laughed.

   Her smile and laughter released all the tension in his body and he
sighed, "My gosh, Jennifer...I didn't mean to, honest....I just go so
aroused, so excited."

   Jennifer looked up at his eyes for a while and then surprised him again
when she took a step closer, standing just before him, she stretched up and
gently kissed his mouth.  Her lips were amazingly soft.  She smelled
wonderful.  Her breath was warm and gentle.  Her eyes fluttered as she
pulled away and her smile was soft, seductive and cute.  "You are quite a
man." She said.

   He felt stupefied.  He tried to speak, "I, uh...."

   She laughed again and then turned abruptly and walked toward the edge of
the pool.  He watched her amazing, thonged ass as she strode up the steps
of the pool.  She looked over her shoulder, "See you back at work." And
with that, she walked around the pool and into the women's locker room.

   Mark shook his head again, feeling dazed.  He ran over the whole morning
in his mind.  Moments later he realized he was still standing alone in the
pool, semen all over the front of his swim suit.  He hurried out of the
pool and into the men's locker room.

   ---

   Jennifer stood under the stream of hot water in the shower.  She'd gone
back to her locker, seen that nobody was around still, and stripped the wet
suit off, walking back to the shower completely naked and feeling
powerfully sexual.  Her pussy was raging with arousal and she felt tingly
all over.  "I made Mark ejaculate!" She thought, over and over, in her
mind.

   The hot water felt amazing over her chest, on her sensitive nipples,
down over her belly and between her legs, over her delicate parts.  She
adjusted the jet of the shower head and positioned herself for how she used
to masturbate when she was younger.  She rocked her hips forward and spread
her legs, exposing her genitals as much as possible to the stream of water.
She put her fingers down on either side of her hot pussy and spread her
outer lips, exposing the sensitive inner lips and the little hood over her
clitoris to the stream of water.  She snapped her neck back and cried out
in pleasure, "Oh!" The water pounded on her pussy, rushing over her
clitoris and she felt the orgasm coming on, "Oh!  Oh!  Mark!" She cried as
the orgasm rocked through her body.  She stood in the open shower, alone in
the locker room, completely naked, legs spread, bottom on display, her
muscles flexed, coming and coming. 

   She stayed in the shower for five minutes, teasing her pussy into three
separate orgasms and thinking about a fourth when she heard a locker door
open.  Quickly she released her pussy and stood up straight, trying to act
normal.  She listened, knowing that she was standing fully nude in the
shower for everybody to see without even a towel nearby.  She washed her
hair, washed her body, glancing into the locker room.  She saw nobody. 
Eventually she turned the shower off and walked embarrassed, wet, and
jiggling back towards her locker.  Just as she was approaching the aisle
where her locker was, a locker door closed and another woman, older, came
around the corner.  Jennifer covered her breasts with folded arms, feeling
exposed but trying to look like she was cold and not embarrassed.  The
woman smiled, not glancing down at Jennifer's body, and Jennifer nodded
back.  Jennifer turned the corner and glanced back, the woman was walking
away without another look.

   "Oh my gosh." Jennifer sighed.  She opened her locker, took the towel
out and started drying her naked, tingly and wonderfully relaxed body.



   Her Panty Play

   email from: Jennifer --- to: Joe --- date: 27 July 201- subject: thanks
and need your help

   Hi Joe,

   Thank you so much for your kindness this morning at the gym and for
showing me around and letting me use your guest pass.  I am amazed at what
happened in the pool and the effect I apparently had on you.  It is very
flattering.  After that incident, I went back to the locker room to shower.
I just want to let you know that you had the same effect on me although it
isn't as anatomically visible.  I enjoyed some alone time in a hot
shower...I enjoyed it three times and probably would have a fourth if not
for my solitude being interrupted.

   I was embarrassed by how visible your effect was on me earlier in the
week.  That's why I...behaved...the way I did this morning: I wanted to
make sure I wasn't the only one who felt this way.  Perhaps it was a little
unfair...but I hope you didn't mind.

   Anyway, since it's Friday, I wanted to ask a favor of you: I have a
couple of things around my place that need to be done and I could use the
help of somebody "big and strong." Would you be willing to come over
tomorrow morning around 6am and give me a hand?

   Thanks! Jennifer

   ---

   Jennifer paused for a few seconds as her mind wandered back over the
morning and what happened at the gym.  Her pussy still felt sensitive and
she loved how things had turned out; she loved feeling attractive to Joe,
feeling as though she had some special power over him, but this email that
she'd just typed was a step toward a plan that would test this new sexual
relationship even further and she felt nervous about it.  She remembered
the feeling of Joe's erection between the cheeks of her bottom, she
remembered turning around to watch him ejaculate, apparently out of
control, in his swimming trunks, and she remembered the feel of his warm,
slick semen on her fingers.  She hit the send button and watched the
message go out.

   She leaned back in her office chair and sighed.  How long would it take
Joe to see the message and respond?  She pushed her chair back and stood
up. "Coffee." She thought.  She crossed her work group office area and left
through the side door towards the kitchen area.

   A few minutes later she came back through the door and headed toward her
cubicle with her cup of coffee.  She noticed Joe near her cubicle and her
heart jumped.  He was apparently looking for her.  When he didn't find her
at her desk, he turned and their eyes met.  He smiled and Jennifer's nerves
settled down a bit.

   As she approached, he spoke, "Hi.  I was just looking for you."

   "Well, here I am." She replied.  He moved aside and she stepped into her
cube, setting the coffee on her desk.  "What's up?  Did you get my
message?" She sat down, trying to act calm but fearing that she didn't look
calm.

   "I did and that's why I'm here." Joe said.  He looked around quickly. 
The cube next to Jennifer's was currently empty but the other cubes around
her were occupied.  He looked back at her and then stepped into her cube
and pulled the guest chair closer, sitting down on it.  He leaned forward
and whispered, "I, uh...." He stopped, looking down at his feet.

   Jennifer's nerves jolted and she felt her heart racing.  "What?" She
asked.

   He looked at her and his face started the blush, "This morning...at the
gym...I, uh, well, wanted to explain..." He paused again, looking blankly
at her desk.

   Jennifer waited.  He almost spoke but then he stopped again.  The
silence was unbearable and Jennifer leaned forward and whispered, "Joe, I'm
sorry.  I knew what I was doing, dressing like that.  I did it on purpose.
I'm sorry."

   Joe quickly shook his head and put his hand casually, without apparent
thought, on her knee.  She felt the touch with a shock of energy.  His eyes
went wider and he pulled his hand away and spoke quickly, "Jennifer, I
don't know what to say.  Obviously, I'm...," he lowered his voice further,
"You know, attracted to you."

   He stopped and a blank smile crossed his face as if he were lost on
thought.  Jennifer waited.  He shook his head, "I mean, yeah, I'm
definitely attracted to you.  How couldn't I be?  You are beautiful...all
of you, and I mean...all..." He emphasized the word, "of you." He paused
again and frowned, "Ugh, that sounded really bad."

   "No it didn't." Jennifer smiled at him.

   "I just don't want to portray this as just a sexual thing for me.  I
like you as a person, too, and well, I guess that's the dilemma.  I'm your
boss.  We can't have this relationship, if that's what it is that is
happening.  My head is still spinning."

   Jennifer sighed.  She knew this was going to come up sooner or later. 
She spoke quietly, "I was thinking about finding a different job."

   "What?" Joe asked, clearly surprised.

   "Just thinking.  No concrete plans, yet."

   Joe looked at her for a while before speaking again, "Look, Jennifer. 
It's obvious that I'm into you and I think you feel the same, but maybe we
should just let this play out a little more, you know, go out to dinner,
see a movie, go for a walk, that sort of thing.  If it seems like we're
compatible, then we can talk about the work situation and it doesn't
necessarily have to be you getting a new job.  It could be me, or we could
transfer within the company, or whatever.  My point is, let's just not rush
this, OK?"

   Jennifer smiled at him and reached forward, taking his hand.  He seemed
surprised but didn't pull his hand away.  It felt kind of rough but large
and warm and she liked the feel of it.  "That sounds logical.  Thanks for
being patient with me."

   Joe laughed and then quieted himself immediately, leaning back to look
around before turning back to her and saying, "You owe me one for what you
did today.  You drove me crazy."

   Jennifer grinned, "That's why I'm asking you over tomorrow."

   "Helping you with chores about your place is paying me back?" He asked
with a smile.

   "Yes." Jennifer replied mysteriously.  She stared at him and then
winked.

   Joe's smile faded slowly.  "Oh my.  You are, well, I don't know how to
say it, but I feel like putty in your hands."

   Jennifer let go of Joe's hand, "Early?  6am then?  Is that too early?"

   Joe stood up and adjusted the front of his pants where a bulge was just
starting to show.  Jennifer glanced down at his crotch and then back up at
his eyes.  Joe said, "That's not too early for me.  I'm not sure I can
wait."

   "You can." Jennifer said and turned her chair back toward her computer.

   Joe shook his head and walked toward his office.

   ---

   Jennifer had a condo on the third floor of a nice building.  Joe stood
in front of her door and took a deep breath and rang the door bell.  He
waited.  The day was going to be hot, already it felt warm even though it
was only six in the morning.  He wondered what Jennifer had in mind for
him. He hoped it was something sexual, he assumed it would be, but she
didn't make anything clear at all.  That was part of what was so
maddeningly attractive about her.  He heard nothing from beyond the door.
He wondered if he should ring the doorbell again.  Just as he was lifting
his hand to do so, he heard the latch being undone.

   Jennifer opened the door about a foot and smiled at him, keeping her
body behind the door and out of view.  "Good morning, Joe!"

   "Hi Jennifer." He smiled back.

   She opened the door a little wider and leaned forward, looking left and
right.  "Nobody around?" She asked.

   He turned to look, "Um, no."

   She pulled the door open wide and stepped into his view.  "Good.  Come
in."

   Joe's mouth dropped open.  Jennifer stood in the wide open doorway
wearing a very loose fitting tank top that left her smooth skinned mid-rift
bare and a pair of bikini cut panties.  Both the top and the panties were
white.  The panties had lace trim and a small red bow in the middle of the
waist band above the gentle curve of her genital region.

   "What?" Jennifer asked.  "Aren't you coming in?"

   Joe realized he was staring at her crotch and jerked his eyes back up to
her face.  "Uh, yes...of course."

   He stepped over the threshold into her living room.  His mind was
racing. There was a subtle, clean and flowery fragrance in her condo and he
immediately had a sense of stepping into an island resort or getaway with
the feeling of a weekend escape and a beautiful woman.  He sighed slowly
feeling a tremendous sense of pleasure and anticipation.  Her furnishings
were nice and feminine.  His eyes swept around the room.  He started to
say, "I love your place, it's very...."

   He stopped speaking.  His words caught in his throat as he turned.  She
was closing the door and he realized, now, that the white panties were
thong cut.  Her broad, round bottom was amazingly sexy: full and smooth
skinned and astoundingly wide.  Her cheeks wiggled as she pushed he door
shut.  He felt his penis start to thicken.  "Oh my...." slipped out of his
mouth.

   She turned and looked up at him.  Her eyes were a warm, medium shade of
brown, large and glistening.  "I hope you don't mind if I dress so
casually. It's warm today and I haven't turned the air conditioner on.  The
windows are open.  Sometimes I like the fresh breeze and warmth.  Do you?"

   He realized it felt just as warm in her place as it did outside.  He
tore his eyes away from her and looked across the living room to a large
sliding glass door that was open onto a balcony.  He felt a gentle stir of
air flowing through the condo.  "Um, yeah, it feels nice."

   "Do you like challenges?" She asked and turned to walk toward the
kitchen area.  His eyes dropped to her ass as she walked.  The muscles in
her bottom and legs flexed as she moved.  Her feminine bottom jiggled.  He
felt his penis surging into a full erection and new it would be visible
through his pants.

   "Uh, sure.  What kind?"

   "Would you like some orange juice?  I just squeezed it this morning."
She asked.

   He followed her into the kitchen.  It was bright, clean and well
organized.

   "You squeezed it yourself?" He asked, feeling a little surprised.  He
rounded the corner to see her opening the fridge door.  He couldn't take
his eyes off her bottom.  His eyes widened as she bent forward and the thin
strip of white material between her cheeks stretched and became visible. 
He had a brief glimpse of her pussy mound tightly covered by the thong.

   He sighed again, "Jennifer, do you know what you're doing to me?"

   "Getting a drink for you?" She straightened, closed the fridge and set
the glass pitcher on the counter.

   "No, you're....attire." He glanced down at her panties and then back to
her face.

   Her eyes twinkled with an expression of delight.  She turned and opened
a cabinet, stretching as she took a glass out.  His eyes were drawn to the
open sides of the loose top.  He saw a white, lacy bra encasing her full,
rounded breast.  "Wow." He said.

   She turned back to him with the glass in her hand and silently poured
juice into the glass.  She set the pitcher down and slid the glass across
the counter to him.

   "I want you to take my challenge." She said.

   He took the glass.  "I thought you wanted help, like around the house or
something." He took a sip of the orange juice.  It was sweet and fresh. 
"Mmmm...this is good.  Thanks!"

   "Yes, I want help but I want you to do it my way...a game if you will.
Follow me." She walked around the counter and led him down the hallway.  He
was more the glad to watch her thong clad ass as she walked.  His penis was
in full erection and he didn't care any more.

   At the end of the hallway there were three open doors.  The one of the
right appeared to be a bathroom.  The one on the left opened into a large
master bedroom.  It was decorated in light colors with a large fluffy
looking bed.  He sighed, imagining laying in that bed with her.  She led
him through the third door into a smaller room.

   She walked to the center of the room, which was currently empty, and
turned around looking at the walls.  "I just painted this room.  I've been
in this condo for a little over a year and haven't used the extra room yet.
I'm going to turn it into a study.  Do you like the color?"

   He looked at the walls which had a lavish, purple color.  "I do.  It's
unique, very stylish."

   She smiled at him.  "Thank you.  Well, I have a small storage room in
the basement of the building.  I'd like you to bring the boxes in storage
up to this room.  Some of them are heavy.  Can you do that?"

   "Certainly, no problem."

   "But here's the challenge..." She lowered her face and her eye lids
fluttered once.  "With each load, I'd like you to remove one item of your
clothing."

   He stared at her.  She didn't flinch.  He took a drink of the orange
juice, enjoying its flavor.  Finally he said, "You mean, I bring a box up
and then take something off, put it back on and go to get another box?"

   "Not exactly," She giggled.  "You don't put them back on."

   "You mean, like, I take off my shirt, and then go back down shirtless?"

   "Exactly."

   His mind raced.  He wouldn't mind having fewer clothes on around her but
he had an erection and he wasn't sure she wanted to go beyond that, what if
somebody saw him.  "How many boxes are there?"

   "That's the fun part!" She giggled again, "I think there are enough
boxes such that you'll loose all of your clothing." She clapped her hands
and her breasts bounced.

   He laughed at her apparent joy.  "You planned this?"

   "I suppose so.  Will you accept the challenge?"

   "What if I get caught?" He said.

   "It's very early and straight down the stairs.  You'll only pass a few
other condos.  I know my neighbors, they're not up this early on Saturday
and even if they were, they wouldn't care if I explained."

   "You're sure about that?"

   "Absolutely."

   Joe's mind went blank except for an image of him carrying a box into her
condo, completely naked.  "But, you'll see me...you know, exposed."

   "That's the point,silly!" She stepped toward him and put a hand gently
on his chest, "I want to see your....architecture."

   ---

   Jennifer's heart was thumping in her chest.  Joe had just walked out of
her condo after the second load of boxes.  He headed back down to her
storage room in the basement and Jennifer stood by the open door, leaning
against the frame and waiting.  There was another condo directly across
from hers.  Sally, the owner, lived in that unit and never got up before 10
am, especially not on the weekend.

   After the first load, Joe insisted on removing just one shoe.  Jennifer
put her foot down and said his shoes and socks counted as one trip.  He
resisted but with a well acted pout, Jennifer swayed him and he kicked his
shoes and socks off.  The load of boxes he carried up was always at least
one more box than she had anticipated and she scolded him for carrying too
much.

   After the second load he pulled his shirt over his head.  Jennifer loved
his masculine chest, well muscled and covered with a thin amount of dark
chest hair.

   He asked, "You're sure you want me to do this?"

   "Of course." She laughed.  "Besides, have you seen anybody yet?"

   "No." He admitted.

   "You see what underwear I have on.  I want to see yours." She smiled.

   He sighed and undid his pants.  He let them slide down his legs. 
Jennifer's eyes widened as she stared at him.  He was wearing a pair of
white boxer briefs that were long, part way down his thick thighs, and
tight all over.  She could clearly see the bulging shape of his genitals:
his full, large balls and his thick cock laying curved off to one side and
twisted so she could see the outline of the under side of his penis head.
She looked openly at his crotch for a silent moment.

   He spoke, "What do you think?"

   She looked up at his face and smiled and then back down at his manly
crotch.  She felt a tingling in her pussy.  "You are, simply, amazing.  It
isn't hard any more, is it?"

   "Not really.  Kind of nervous running up and down the stairs."

   "You've been working hard." She said, noticing some sweat rolling down
his neck onto his chest.

   "It's hot." He replied.

   "It is, isn't it?  And I haven't been working like you have, but still,
I feel hot, and to give you some motivation..." She turned, standing in
front of a large mirror in the entry way.  She glanced at his reflection in
the mirror.  He was staring at her bottom.  She slowly pulled her tank top
up and over her head.  She shook her hair and dropped the top on the floor.
She looked at herself in the mirror.  Her bra was white, lacy and see
through.  She could see her fair skin through the lace.  Her large, light
brown aureola and nipples were also quite visible.  She slowly turned
around and let him see her bra.

   His eyes widened as he stared at her chest.  A low voice rumbled from
him, "So sexy...." She let him stare, slowly turning left and then right to
show off the size of her breasts.  She alternated between looking at his
face and his crotch.  Then she noticed that his penis was starting to grow
again.  Her mouth dropped open as she watched it slowly thicken and snake
out toward one side, pushing toward his leg under his tight underwear.

   She covered her breasts with her hands and said, "OK, big boy.  Go get
another load.  If you make it, I'll reward you by taking my bra off."

   He shook his head again and pulled the door open.  He loped quickly down
the stairs.  She pushed the door mostly closed and waited, watching through
the opening.  He seemed to take a long time but her perception of duration
was probably distorted.  Finally she heard him coming up the stairs.  He
was carrying another huge stack of boxes and she sighed to herself.  She
didn't want him to hurt himself.

   He huffed through the door as she opened it wide for him.  He stumbled a
bit but caught his balance.  "Oh!" She cried, "Be careful."

   "I will." He huffed.

   She closed the door and followed him down the hallway admiring his
muscular, masculine rear as he moved.

   He set the boxes down in the room next to the others and straightened.
He crossed her arms over her chest and he looked at her cleavage, smiling,
with sweat dripping slowly down his temples.

   "I don't want you to carry that many boxes up the next time." She said.

   "But if I'm, you know...naked, I want to make as few trips as possible."

   She stared at him and then smiled, "You've played along nicely.  Get one
more box...just one, mind you...and that'll be enough for now."

   "Really?  But what about the challenge?"

   "You win with just one more trip."

   "You're sure you want me to take these off?" He gestured at his
underwear.

   "Absolutely sure."

   "Really?" He persisted.

   "Joe, I'm standing her in a thong and see-through bra.  If I didn't want
it, you'd know."

   Joe smiled and slid his thumbs into his waistband.

   "Slowly!" Jennifer whispered urgently.  She'd fantasized about this
moment many times, masturbated to that fantasy, and now it was coming true.

   His hands started to push his underwear down.  The hair over his abdomen
became more visible and broadened.  She wondered what his genitals would
look like.  She'd known him for so long and now she was about to see.  He
uncovered his pubic hair which was full an soft looking.  She sighed.  Then
the band started sliding over his penis which was pushed down and she
watched intently as the length of his thick shaft was slowly exposed. 
"Oh...my....gosh...." She moaned as it seemed to stretch on forever until
finally the band slipped over the head and his genitals swung free.  He
pushed the underwear all he way down and stood up, stepping out of them.

   His penis hung thick and heavy beneath his pubic hair.  It was darker in
color than the rest of his skin but was still lightly colored including the
head.  He had a darker line around the middle of the shaft where he had
been circumcised.  His head was blunt and rounded.  His balls dangled low
and full, symmetrically rounded, behind his big penis.



   Jennifer felt her knees almost starting to buckle and a low moan of
desire escaped her throat.  She felt moisture forming in her pussy and the
tingling sensation increased.  "Oh my gosh, Joe.  You are
so...amazingly...hot!"

   "You like it?" He asked, smiling.

   "Are you kidding?  I love it!  I couldn't imagine it more sexy." As she
watched, his dangling penis started to expand.  "And oh, it's starting to
get hard!"

   "Looking at you." He said.

   "Reward time." She laughed.  She reached behind her back and undid her
bra.  Without further ado, she let the bra straps slide off her shoulders
and the bra dropped to the floor.  His eyes were glued to her now bare
breasts.  She had a momentary panic of exposure but that feeling was
quickly erased by his obvious fascination with her display.  She stared at
his penis, joyfully watching it expand and lift into a full erection while
he stared at her breasts.  She laughed and shook her chest and his mouth
opened at he watched her breasts bounce and jiggle.  "Do you like them?"
She asked.

   "I think my cock answers that question for me." He replied.

   She laughed again, "Yes, I guess so." His penis was standing straight
up. It was incredibly thick.  The head was shiny and expansive.  She spoke,
"Go get one more box for me."

   "Completely naked?  And erect?" He asked.

   "Yes!  Isn't that exciting?"

   "This is exciting." Joe said, "Standing here naked in front of you. 
Looking at your amazing breasts.  But running down stairs naked is not."

   "Well, it is for me.  I'll show you how." With that she turned and
walked down the hall.  She glanced over his shoulder to see him following,
watching her bottom.  As he walked, his erection bobbed side to side.

   She opened her condo door and looked around.  Nobody was visible, as
expected.  "Come on cute boy." She said.  She stepped into the open.  It
felt sexually arousing to be out and so exposed.  She could feel how damp
her panties were getting.  She jogged down the first flight of stairs,
feeling her breasts bounce wildly as she did so.  He was standing at the
railing, watching her.  She stopped and waved him on.  He came to the
stairs quickly and jogged down.  His big erection flopped up and down as he
came, audibly slapping against his abdomen.

   She laughed, "Be quiet!"

   "Oh, sorry." He replied, chagrined.

   "You know the way, I'll follow you."

   He hurried past her and she watched his cock as he brushed by, so close.
She was amazed at the size of his beautiful genitals.  She wondered how
that would fit in her pussy, what it would feel like.  She followed him
down the rest of the stairs to the basement storage area.  His bottom was
sexy, masculine and well muscled as he moved.  She imagined what it would
like like, thrusting over her.  Her pussy was getting so wet.

   He opened her storage room and grabbed a stack of boxes.  "No," she
said, "Just one.  Let's run."

   He set the boxes down and took the top one again.  They stepped out of
her storage room and she turned the lock on the door before closing it. 
Then they hurried back up the stairs with her following him.  She watched
his bare ass all the way up to the third floor, fighting the desire to
touch it.  Sometimes when his legs were spread sightly, she caught a
glimpse of his beautiful balls moving between his cheeks as he hurried. 
She smiled to herself.

   They made it back to her condo without being seen and she shut the door
quickly, locking it, leaning against the door, and started to laugh.  He
set the box down in the living room and looked at her, smiled, and started
to laugh with her.

   "I have to admit, that was kind of exciting." He smiled.

   "You look fantastic." She said.  His penis was still thick but not
standing straight up any more.  It hung between his legs like a third arm.

   "I was worried we would get caught.  You running around in a thong with
your boobs on display and me completely naked.  They'd probably think I was
some maniac."

   "Is that going to stand up again?" Jennifer asked, pointing at his cock.
She didn't have to ask as it was already starting to swing expand and swing
upward again.

   "How could it not?  I'm staring at your bare breasts?  I love your
nipples."

   "You take the box back down to the room.  Then I have another chore for
you in the kitchen."

   His penis swung left and right as he turned, picked up and box and
walked down the hall.  She admired his ass again as she went into the
kitchen, opened the pantry, and took out a box of light bulbs.  As she was
opening the box, he came around the corner and stopped, watching her.

   She spoke, "I have a burned out bulb, way up there." She pointed,
feeling her bare breasts sway with the movement.  He looked up at the
vaulted ceiling.

   "I can't quite reach it unless I get a stepping stool and put it on the
counter.  I think you'll be able to reach it from the counter."

   "Yes, I think so." He replied.  She handed him the bulb and moved around
behind him as he lifted one leg up onto the counter and then hoisted
himself.  She had a split second view of his wide open ass and his balls
swinging between his legs.

   "Mmmm...." She said.

   He smiled down at her as he balanced an stood upright.  He stretched,
standing up high and reaching for the burnt out bulb.  He unscrewed it. 
Jennifer stood beneath him, looking up at his big, erect penis bobbing as
he moved.  It seemed almost unreal, within reach, there just a few feet
from her face.  She wanted to take it in her hands.  She wanted to sit on
it, feel it splitting her pussy lips apart and sliding into her.

   He got the old bulb out and handed it to her.  She walked around the
counter and put the bulb in the garbage as he put the new one in.  He
finished and said, "There, give it a try."

   She flipped the switch and the light came on.  "Wonderful.  Thank you."
He moved to get down from the counter and she held up her hand, "No, wait.
I have another reward for you."

   "You're going to take your panties off?" He asked, obviously hopefully.

   She laughed.  "Not yet.  You wait there."

   She headed back down the hall and got a bottle of lubricant from the
bathroom.  When she walked back into the kitchen he was still standing on
the counter, his penis fully erect, looking expectant.

   "I thought," She said, "You might have some pent up sexual energy at
this point and I wanted the rest of the day to slow down so I decided to
milk you."

   A quizzical look crossed his face, "Milk me?"

   "You know, how you have a special ability?  I saw it coming through your
swim trunks yesterday.  I touched it.  I want more of it."

   His eyes danced, "You're going to masturbate me?"

   "That's another way of putting it.  How aroused are you?  Do you think
you could come pretty quickly?" She looked at his cock.  It was fully erect
and straining upward.

   "I could, if I wanted to." He said.

   "I want you to be completely on the edge, crazy with desire, ready to
spurt at the slightest touch.  Sit down on the counter and watch me."

   She watched as he quietly sat down.  His eyes were glued to her.  She
set the lubrication on the counter and stepped back.  She had played this
out in her mind in fantasy, masturbating to it, and now it was real.  She
turned and walked to a shelf, putting some sexy music on.  The beat was low
and regular, insistent, and she felt her body begin to move with the music.
With her back to him she started to dance, swaying her hips back and forth
sensually.  She ran her hands down over her ass and thighs, seductively as
if inviting him to touch her.  She cupped her breasts and turned, dancing
while facing him.  His eyes were wide, roaming all over her body, up to her
face, and then back again.

   She danced right up to him, looked down at his amazingly hard penis, and
then started to massage and squeeze her breasts.  Her pussy felt so wet. 
She knew her panties were soaked.  He was staring at her breasts, watching
her hands massage them.  She stepped back and released her breasts, feeling
them drop and sway as she moved.  "Oh...." he moaned and she smiled.

   The beat of the music picked up a little and she started dancing with
more energy.  Her breasts swung and bounced as she moved.  She turned and
did a special move for him that she had practiced in the mirror, shaking
her hips so her bottom cheeks bounced and jiggled.  "Oh, Jennifer!" He
exclaimed.

   Encouraged by his reaction, she slowly pulled the thong down from
behind, feeling her bare cheeks clinging to the thin strip of material
until she pulled it free.  Her ass was completely bare for him now.  He
moaned again and she felt a tremendous surge of sexual power over him.  She
spread her legs slightly and pushed the thong further until it slid down
her legs and and she stepped out of it.  With her back to him, now fully
nude, she danced more, showing off her bare bottom as much as she could. 
He kept moaning.

   She put her hand over her pussy and turned around.  His eyes went
immediately to her crotch and registered a little impatience with her hand
covering what he so obviously desired.  She danced toward him and then
without warning, took her hand aside and moved rhythmically before him,
completely exposed from the front.  She ground her hips in a rotating
motion, hips left, back, right and forward.

   He sighed, "You are so hot!  I can't believe it."

   She thrust her hips up and down, pretending she was riding his cock.

   "Look at your amazing pussy.  I can't believe you're showing it to me!"

   She glanced down at her pussy.  She had a full, luxurious brown bush
formed in a neat triangle over her genitals.  Her pubic hair thinned over
her labia and disappeared completely between her legs.  He labia felt
swollen with arousal and incredibly wet.  She continued dancing for him for
the rest of the song, alternating between front of rear views, shaking and
massaging her breasts for him.  When she turned and bent, rocking her hips,
spreading her legs and showing off all of her ass and genitals, he almost
cried out, "Oh Jennifer!  Your pussy is so beautiful.  I want to fuck you
so bad."

   It was all she could do to keep her fingers out of her pussy as she
finished the dance to the end of the song.  The song was over and another
started.  She walked up to him.  "How close are you now?"

   "Very." He admitted.  "You are so beautiful.  I've never been more
aroused than I am now."

   "Good.  Get on your hands and knees on the counter."

   He didn't even question her, dutifully moving to his hands and knees in
doggie position.  She took a dish from the cupboard and placed it on the
counter between his legs.  His penis was twitching and seemingly even
bigger than before, standing up, parallel to the counter as he knelt.

   "I think this is going to feel good, baby." She said.

   She took the lubrication and squeezed a liberal amount into her hands
then she moved around behind him.  His ass was open and sexy looking.  His
balls full and tight at the base of his huge cock hanging stiffly beneath
his bottom.  She carefully started spreading the lubrication all over his
ass.

   "I thought," He swallowed, "You were going to, you know, touch my cock."

   "Can I explore first?  Is that OK, babe?"

   "Oh yes, everything's OK, anything.  He watched her naked body hungrily
over his shoulder.

   "Have you ever had a finger in your ass?" She asked.

   He swallowed again, "Only at a medical exam."

   "Can I do that to you?" She asked.

   "Yes, beautiful, anything."

   She worked the lubrication towards his anus which was tight looking.  As
her fingers brushed over it he moaned.  "You OK, babe?"

   "It feels good."

   "Yes...mmmm...." Jennifer started gently rubbing around and over his
anus.  Each time she touched it he moved and moaned.  His balls pulled up
tighter and his anus seemed to contract.  Her fingers were very lubricated
and she gently pressed a finger into his hole.  It slipped in and he moaned
again.

   "Oh, that feels good." He sighed.

   She slowly pulled it out and then pushed it in again, a little further.
He arched his back.  His erection twitched.  She pulled her finger out and
then slowly slid it in, ever so slowly, deeper and deeper until it was all
the way in.  He felt hot and tight.  Her own pussy was throbbing with
arousal.  "Oh gosh!" He cried out.

   She couldn't wait any more and was confident he didn't want to.  With
her finger still in his bum, she reached for what she'd been longing for.
She wrapped her free hand around his big erection and was amazed at how
thick it was.  Her fingers barely made it all the way around.  He cried
out, "I'm gonna come." She aimed his erection at the dish.

   His balls pulled up even tighter and Jennifer felt his bum squeeze her
finger as he started to pulse.  The first jet of semen rocketed out
splattering loudly in the dish.  "Oh baby!" She cried, "Squirt!"

   Several more jets of semen shot out in rapid succession.  "Ohhhhhh..."
He moaned.

   He continued to come into the dish as she gripped his huge cock. 
Finally the last squirts dribbled from his cock.  His penis continued to
pulse and he sighed.  "Wow....that was amazing."

   Slowly she pulled her finger out of his bum and he groaned, "I can't
believe how good that felt.  I would never have imagined it."

   Jennifer didn't want to let go of his big, thick, warm cock but did so,
watching it swing slowly as he moved.

   "Look at how much semen you ejaculated." Jennifer said, pointing at the
pool of white fluid on the dish.  "That is amazing."

   "You are amazing." Joe said, smiling at her.  "Can I get down now?"

   "Yes, babe." She replied, patting his heavy cock twice.  "You've been
quite the handyman today."

   "What can I do for you?" He asked as he slid off the counter.

   "Pick up that dish and follow me into the bedroom." She said.

   "Of course.  Anything." He replied.

   ---

   Joe followed Jennifer into her bedroom.  He couldn't believe the
powerful orgasm he'd just had, and now, watching her naked body walking in
front of him was blowing his mind away.  She was unbelievably sexy.  His
penis felt satisfied and had shrunk, dangling between his legs as he
walked. He wondered what was next.

   Jennifer's room had a wonderful fragrance to it.  The window was open
and bright sunlight poured in filling the entire space with vivid, yellow
hues.  Jennifer took the white comforter and after one quick pull, yanked
it off the bed and pulled the sheets down.  She jumped onto the bed,
rolling onto her back and laughing as he breasts bounced.

   She gestured to the nightstand and said, put the dish there.  Joe did as
she directed, unsure of what she wanted with a dish of his own semen.

   Jennifer spread her legs and immediately began playing with her pussy,
rubbing her fingers through her pubic hair and down the sides of her
beautiful, puffy labia.  Joe stood, watching, attracted to her sexual
behavior.

   "Get on the bed." Jennifer said, patting a spot next to her.  Joe
climbed up and sat, leaning on one arm, admiring her lovely naked body as
she played with her pussy.

   She was working her genitals with both hands.  Her breasts were held
between her arms, standing up and looking large and inviting, jiggling as
she moved.

   "Turn around so I can see your cock." Jennifer asked.

   Joe rotated, opening his legs to show his manhood off.

   "Oh!" Jennifer squeaked.  Her hands worked over her pussy faster,
alternating between stroking her long, puffy lips and twiddling her
clitoris.

   "What do you want me to do?" Joe asked eagerly.

   "Just watch.  I'm close..." Jennifer moaned.

   She lifted her legs a little and started thrusting her hips as she
played with her pussy.  Her eyes closed and then opened again, looking at
his face and then down at his crotch.  "Oh!  Oh!" She cried.

   He leaned over, looking at her cute bottom cheeks between her legs as
her fingers raced over her pussy.  Then she pushed her hips out and cried
out, "Joe!  Joe!  I'm coming!" She closed her eyes and her fingers stopped,
firmly pressing down on her pussy.  "Oh!  Oh!" She let out little squeaks
as she enjoyed her orgasm.

   Joe was mesmerized.  He'd never watched a woman masturbate quite so
brazenly before.  It was an incredible turn on and he felt his penis being
to stir into arousal again.

   Finally Jennifer's body collapsed and she sighed long and low.  "Oh,
that felt so good.  My pussy feels so tingly."

   "You are amazing." Joe whispered.

   They stared at each other for what seemed a long time, eyes locked on
eyes.  She was so beautiful.  Joe felt a longing to be with her in every
way, not just sexual.  Her eyes were big and bright.  Her lips and nose
were cute.  Her face was sweet.  Her breasts were large and rounded with
amazing light brown aureola and big, stiff nipples.  Her abdomen was
feminine, her skin smooth and fair, leading down to her wide, womanly hips.
Her pubic hair was sexually astounding, thick and luxurious above her
genitals and then growing wispy down over her thick, puffy lips until there
was no hair at the base of her pussy.

   "What can I do for you?" Joe asked.

   "I want you to put a finger in my ass." She replied.  "Will you do
that?"

   "I would love to." He answered honestly.  He'd never done that before to
a woman and it sounded sexy.  "Where's the lubrication?"

   "I want you to use your semen as the lube." She rolled over and got up
onto her hands and knees.  Her breasts swung enticingly on her chest,
dangling down, looking even larger.  She spread her legs, exposing her
beautiful ass and the pussy beneath it.  "Pour the semen on my bum and
spread it around, use that to slide your finger in."

   Joe's eyes widened and he felt clear sexual arousal in his penis.  It
started to thicken again.  He took the dish and moved closer to her,
slowly, carefully pouring it onto her wide, rounded ass.  He set the dish
down and then carefully started spreading the slick, white liquid over her
perfect bottom.

   She sighed heavily and then giggled, "It feels so good."

   "You feel so good." He was astounded, feeling her rounded cheeks,
looking at her cute little puckered anus.  He slowly, gently starting
touching her anus and she squealed, bucking her hips back toward his hand.

   He did as she had done to him, feeling around her anus, rubbing,
caressing, tickling, until finally he slid one slick finger into the
opening of her bum.  She sighed and shuddered with pleasure.

   He moved closer.  From this angle and closeness to her pussy, he could
smell her musky arousal and see how wet her pussy was.  His penis stretched
out, moving toward a full erection.  He slid his finger slowly all the way
into her tight, hot ass.  She moaned again and pushed back against him.  He
felt the rest of his hand now against her pussy.  It was hot and wet and
soft.  One of his knuckles was buried between her pussy lips.  His penis
finished growing to full erection.  He wanted to fuck her so much.

   "Oh that feels good." Jennifer said.  "Pull it in and out."

   He did as she directed, using it as an opportunity to feel her pussy
with his other fingers as he slid his finger in and out of her tight ass.
Her public hair was soft.  Her pussy lips felt amazingly full and warm.

   She looked back at him and her eyes widened at his cock.  "Wow, that was
fast, big boy."

   "I know." He acknowledged, surprised at how quickly he'd gotten another
erection.

   "Please, please put it in my pussy.  I need to fuck you so bad." She
said.

   He didn't need any more urging.  He pulled his finger slowly out and she
squealed again, bucking her hips.  She spread her legs wider, lifting her
ass into the air and moving it enticingly.  He got to his knees and moved
behind her, pushing his erection down between her legs.  He put the head of
his erection against her pussy lips and ran it up and down through her
slick fluids.

   "Oh, put it in, put it in!  Fuck me." She cried.

   He found the opening of her vagina and slowly pressed forward.  His
knees buckled with the pleasure of entry and she cried out, "Oh!"

   She was so wet, there was absolutely no resistance as he slid forward,
feeling her warm, wet vagina completely sliding over his fat cock.

   Her voice went high, "Oh, Joe, you're cock is so thick.  It fills me up
so much."

   Joe pushed all the way in until he felt his balls pressed up against her
pussy lips.  She cried out again and then said in a low voice, "Oh, my
fucking man, I feel your sexy balls!  They're so fucking big.  Oh fuck me!
Fuck me sexy man!"

   With that Joe instinctively began thrusting, pulling his cock slowly out
and pushing it back in, again and again.  She squealed with almost every
thrust.  As he pushed all the way in, her beautiful feminine ass wiggled
and his balls slapped against her pussy.  Her breasts swung as they thrust
back and forth.  He was locked in a sort of loop, watching her pussy cling
to his erection as he pulled out, then pushing back in, feeling his balls
press up against her pussy, watching her ass move, hearing her cry out in
pleasure, over and over.  He wasn't sure how long they did that but
eventually she started bucking even more and then she pushed back as far as
she could with her ass, almost knocking him over.  "Oh, I'm coming!  Come
now if you can!"

   With her beautiful bottom pushed all the way back, he felt her pussy
pulsing tightly over his cock and he let go, feeling the semen start to
shoot out of his penis deep into her pussy.  He cried out and she cried out
even louder.  He clutched her hips and held her tight, pushing again and
again with each squirt until the pleasure stopped racing through his body
and he felt spent.

   She sighed and whispered, "Lover."

   He leaned over her and gently cupped one of her breasts.  He whispered
back, "Beautiful girl."

   She moved to the side and he went down with her, laying behind her, his
penis still buried in her wet pussy.  He put an arm around her with his
hand feeling her warm breast.  She put her hand over his, pushing it onto
her other breast.  They lay quietly for a while.  Gradually, her breathing
deepened.  He felt closer than he ever had to a woman.  Eventually he
started to pull his penis out of her but she resisted, reaching around an
grabbing his ass, pulling him back in.  "No, stay in me." She said.

   So they lay together like that, him behind her, his penis in her vagina,
his hand on her breast, her hand on his hand.  Eventually her breathing
changed into a slow sleeping pattern.  He let himself go, drifting into
sleep.  He began to dream about her beautiful eyes looking at him as she
danced in a white lacy thong.

   ---

   Jennifer's eyes fluttered open.  Joe's breathing was heavy, almost a
snore.  She felt his arm over her side, his hand gently resting on her
breast.  She felt his chest moving with his breath against her back.  Then
she recognized a fullness inside of her, inside her vagina, and realized
his penis was still in her.  A contented smile spread slowly over her face.
She turned her eyes to the clock on her night stand.  She had only been
asleep for perhaps an hour or so.  Joe was clearly still asleep.

   She thought about all that had happened, the over heard thong
conversation at work and how she'd enticed him with her panties at work,
masturbated and left a wet spot on one of his office chairs and then about
the show she'd put on at the gym with him.  She'd had more orgasms in the
last few days than she could remember.  The culmination had been just this
morning with his amazing cock pumping into her slick, wet vagina.

   She moved her leg just slightly.  Her pussy still felt wet, probably
from all the semen he'd squirted into her.  She moved again just sightly
and felt his penis start to slide out.  She froze.  She didn't want it out
of her.  She loved the feel of it.  The walls of her vagina felt the ridge
of his penis slowly, ever so slowly sliding out, as if his vagina was
squeezing his cock out.  She tried to hold still.  She took a breath and
held it for a moment, willing his penis to stay put.  The movement of his
cock in her stopped and she slowly let the breath out.

   What did this relationship mean?  He was so interesting, so good
looking, so sexy, all she wanted was to spend time with him.  Of course she
wanted more sex, but it was more than that, she enjoyed him in other ways
too.  Could this be the relationship she'd been waiting for?

   She thought about how considerate he'd been.  He asked her if he could
do things.  He let her do things to him that she thought other guys
wouldn't.  He'd been such a good sport.  He treated her in a way that made
her feel secure and safe, that allowed her to express her sexuality in a
way that she'd never done with another man.

   She wondered if he'd spend the rest of the day with her.  Maybe he'd
take her to the farmer's market down town, they could buy some berries or
something else and sit at the fountain in the plaza near their office and
talk.  Maybe they'd go for a walk or eat in a restaurant or see a movie. 
Maybe she'd take him home tonight and fuck him again and again and again,
however many times he could do it.

   As she was thinking about fucking him, almost on cue, she felt a
stirring in her pussy.  Her eyes widened as she felt his penis expanding
again.  His hand twitched a couple of times and his body moved a little yet
his breathing pattern remained the same, deep and almost snoring.  He must
have been dreaming, she fondly thought.  Maybe he was dreaming about her.
He knew that men often got erections while they were sleeping.  How
convenient, she thought, for him to get an erection while his penis was in
her vagina.

   She could feel it clearly now, his penis expanding, lengthening, sliding
deeper into her vagina.  She started to feel that wonderful tingling of
arousal in her pussy.  As she waited, feeling his penis grow, she knew her
pussy would start generating lubrication, that combined with his semen
would make her vagina plenty slick for his big cock.

   A few moments later it felt as though his cock had reached it's full
erection size.  She could hardly stop herself from squirming, it felt so
amazing, but she didn't want to wake him up.  His hand was still twitching
now and then.  His breathing changed and he mumbled something
unintelligible.  Jennifer held her breath, holding still.  His hand slid
down over her breast, over her abdomen and then back up to her breast,
gently cupping and squeezing.  An involuntary sigh escaped as pleasure
flowed through her mind and body.

   She waited.  His breathing deepened again and it seemed as though he was
back in a deep sleep.  She wondered if his erection would go down again. 
She didn't want it to.  Trying not to move anything else, she started her
Kegel exercises slowly, squeezing her pelvic floor muscles to tighten the
opening of her vagina around his penis.  She did this once, then twice,
then waited.  His penis was still hard.  She started tightening her pussy
opening slowly, about once every twenty seconds, then gradually decreased
the interval.  She couldn't wait or resist.  Carefully she moved her free
arm and put her fingers between her legs, feeling for her clitoris through
her pubic hair.  She sucked her breath in and started fingering her
clitoris while occasionally squeezing her pussy.

   She felt the orgasm coming on and sighed in pleasure, letting it run
through her body.  She couldn't believe she just had an orgasm while Joe
was asleep.  Then she realized his breathing was quiet.  Still, he hadn't
moved.  She wondered if he was awake.  She contemplated asking him. 
Instead, she slowly pushed her hips down which resulted in his erection
sliding deeper into her pussy with her ass pressing against his abdomen
just above his cock.  She slowly, insistently pushed down as far as she
could.  Joe was quiet.  His big cock felt so good inside her vagina.  Then
she thought she could feel a little pulling motion of his cock or maybe it
was his balls nestled against her pussy lips and that was immediately
followed by a rhythmic pulsing of his cock.

   She smiled broadly.  He was ejaculating again.  It felt so nice and her
heart filled with fondness for Joe.  His penis stopped moving and still he
was absolutely quiet and still.  She waited.  After a few moments she felt
his penis start to shrink.  Again it felt like it was sliding out of her
vagina but it didn't come out completely.  Then she felt a warm, wet
feeling, she assumed it was his semen leaking out of her pussy and down the
side of her ass cheek.  It was amazing to have a man, not just any man, but
Joe, ejaculating into her pussy, to be lying in bed with him, completely
naked and feeling comfortable.

   She sighed again and closed her eyes.  Slowly he started breathing
deeply again and she let herself drift off to sleep, feeling completely
satisfied.