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 ï>¿Holly's Croupier Strip byallabouttheteaseæ¼�

   The last time my lady friend Holly took her clothes off in public was as
part of a private function evening at a local social club.  Although it had
been planned between her and my mate Rob, who was the compare for the
evening, it was played out as though she was doing it on the spur of the
moment as a sort of fill in for a stripper who hadn't turned up for the
party.  She always wanted to do it and everyone had a great time including
me because we satisfied our sexual urges after her performance with a shag
in her dressing room.

   The next time she took her clothes off would be a little different.  She
was still a willing participant but the guys who were watching would be
under the impression she was doing reluctantly.

   Holly was working as a secretary for a decorating firm when she
"performed" last time, which was around 6 weeks back.  It was coincidental
because the whole premise of her undressing was based on her being a
secretary at the club who was persuaded to strip for a group of company
employees (not her company).  She was out of work at the time of the next
adventure so the money would come in handy with the added bonus and
excitement of removing her clothes in front of a lot of horny guys again.

   The story started while I was having a friendly drink one night in the
local pub with my mate Rob, the comedian/compare.  Rob mentioned to me that
he was still trying to get Holly to do professionally paid striptease on a
regular basis but she always seemed reluctant, only preferring to do it
under special arrangements like before under the assumption that it was
unplanned.  He mentioned that he had been asked to do an evening job as
part of a casino night which took place after a sales meeting for a group
of betting shop employees, around 20 of them.  At the end of a day's
meeting they would have a meal in the hotel then go to a specially set up
room which had a roulette table, black jack table and a crap table.  It
would be loosely based on Las Vegas casino as they were all in the gambling
trade.

   Rob had suggested to the director of the company that Holly would be
there, but in a capacity as a croupier, not an "entertainer".  She'd be
getting paid by the company but maybe a few extra gratuities would come her
way as well.  Rob would tell a few jokes before they started to play the
tables, then one guy, who had been primed of what was to come, would
suggest making a few special bets which involved Holly.  The fun thing
about it would be that only this individual would know about the bets, not
even Holly or Rob.  She knew she would eventually be getting her kit off
but wouldn't know how it would be worked into the evening.  After Rob had
done his comedy spot Holly would arrive and work as the croupier on the
black jack table, Rob the roulette and I'd do the dice.  She once worked in
a casino so she had some experience of black jack which meant she would
look like she knew what she was doing.  At some point in the evening the
guy, Greg was his name, would suggest a different kind of betting game in
which Holly would be the main participant.�

   The Gambling Evening The meeting was held on a Friday so no one had to
worry about getting up early for work the next day.  They could all leave
for their respective homes after breakfast the next morning.  The meeting
finished around 6 o'clock and the guys went back to their hotel rooms,
showered, changed and had their meal in the hotel restaurant.  At around
8.30 Rob entered the restaurant and introduced himself to the group.  He
made small talk for minutes before asking them to join him in a back room
where the gambling tables were set up.  They came into the room which was
quite plush, nice thick carpets, a bar, TV screen, roulette table, black
jack table and for some reason a flip chart.  I was there with Holly and
Rob introduced us and explained to everyone that I was there as the manager
of the agency who had supplied Rob and Holly for the evening.  This was a
lie of course but I had to wangle my way in some way to be able to see
Holly disrobe later.  Holly was dressed smartly but sexily in what I
suppose could pass for a croupiers uniform in the fact that she wore one of
those tight waistcoats that are considered to be part of the ensemble.  Not
exactly what you'd see in a Vegas casino, or even Blackpool for that
matter, but it was certainly not obvious that she had dressed with the
intention of taking off her clothes for our entertainment.  Under the
waistcoat she was wearing a long sleeved pink satin blouse which was
buttoned to the top.  Her black skirt was a tight fit and my guess was it
was also satin, although I'm not expert, but it certainly had that look. 
Her gorgeous legs were covered in a glossy hose which was dark, possibly
barely black and maybe a 10 denier appearance.  Her ensemble was completed
by a pair of high shiny black stilettos.  No one in the room would guess
that she had purposely come here tonight with the intention of performing a
striptease for the lucky gents.  Holly and I were busy setting up the
gaming tables while the guys all sat down at the various lounge tables that
were set around the room.  I saw a few of them cast appreciative glances
towards Holly but no more than that.  When everyone was seated and supplied
with drink Rob launched into his comedy spot.  After around 20 minutes of
jokes, a few risquèŒ... ones and several anecdotes he declared it was time
to, as he put it, get down to some serious gambling.  He basically let
everyone choose which particular game they wanted to play and it was around
an even split between the three games.  At this stage in the evenings
proceedings only Greg knew the plan for getting Holly out of her croupiers
outfit, not even Holly.  So it was going to be surprise to all of us.  Of
course, all the other guys were totally unaware of how we would be
finishing the evening off so it would be an extra special treat for them.
All three games started with small amounts of betting in chip form.  This
carried on for a while until a few guys who had been luckier than others
decided to up the ante a bit and started to increase the stakes.  Holly was
working professionally throughout and giving no hint of what she may be
doing later.  Obviously some of the guys flirted a little with her although
there were a few mildly suggestive comments during the black jack games,
nothing more than you'd hear in a pub bar on a Saturday night and no one
went too far.  After about an hour Holly said she would stand down at the
table for a short while to take a breather and the games on the other two
tables carried on.  She left the room to pop to the ladies and when she
returned she took a complimentary glass of wine from behind the bar and sat
down in one of the armchairs at the side of the room.  By the time she had
finished her wine it was about 25 minutes since she'd closed the black jack
game.  She announced that she would be starting up again if there were any
guys who wished to try their luck again.  She was also getting a little
curious as to when she was going to get the opportunity to offer the more
exciting services she was looking forward to delivering.  It had been well
over an hour and a half since everyone had been playing the gambling tables
and she thought it was rather a long time to be waiting to get down to the
real entertainment.  She was still unsure in what situation she would be
persuaded to undress for these gentlemen.  She didn't have long to wait. 
Holly's announcement that the black jack table would be opening again was
the opportunity Greg had been waiting for.  Greg stepped away from the
roulette table where he had been winning on a regular basis and stood in
the middle of the room holding up a couple of handfuls of betting chips. 
"Ok lads" he said.  "I don't know about you but I've had my fill of
roulette for this evening, I have won a fair bit of cash tonight but I'm
prepared to offer all my winnings up to gamble on some more interesting
wagers" Most of the guys looked intrigued but slightly puzzled.  He
gestured towards Holly.  "What if we ask our lovely hostess here a few
questions about herself we could have a few little wagers on what she
answers" Holly knew this was the cue for what was to come.  She looked at
Greg in a way that indicated she was unsure what he meant and then gave an
expression of puzzlement.  There was a general approval that hummed around
the room and several guys nodded their approval, even though they weren't
100% sure what Greg had in mind.  I got the impression they were quite
prepared to go along with it as it involved the lovely lady who had been
dealing the cards to them for the last hour or so.

   "OK, that's settled then" said Greg.

   "Excuse me".  Holly piped up.  "Do I have a say in this?.  What sort of
questions are you intending to ask?"

   "Let me see" said Greg.  "I've got a little list somewhere for just that
I've been working on just in case things got a bit dull this evening".

   He fumbled in his trouser pocket.  "Ah, here it is".  He scanned it for
a few moments and smiled a cheeky grin.  "Do I get to see it?" said Holly.
"Wouldn't that spoil the fun?" said Greg.  "Just be sure, that they are
questions only you know the answers to, and all the guys here will be more
than pleased to find out".  Rob then butted in to the conversation.  He
obviously knew where this was leading much to his delight, but of course he
had to be seen to be on Holly's side as he was the so called organiser of
the party.  "Come on lads, is this really fair to Holly.  She's been
working hard all night and now you want her to get involved with something
that seems a little dubious if you don't mind me saying?" "Well, I
understand you sticking up for her mate, but there are only a few simple
questions.  What harm can it do?" Said Greg.  "I'm a bit uneasy why you
won't let anyone see the questions" said Rob.  "Wouldn't it be polite to
let the lady decide for herself?" said Greg.  He looked at Holly as if for
confirmation.  "I suppose it would be OK as long as the questions aren't
too personal" said Holly.  "What about I ask one then my dear, and see how
we go from there?" Greg suggested.  "OK then.  One question and then I can
see if I want to go on" said Holly.  "What do I do now?" "Well, I'll stand
ready at the flip chart and ask a question.  Then the guys shout out what
they think you'll answer, I write their suggestions on the chart and they
put their money where their mouths are by betting on what you'll say, the
winner of the kitty is the one who guess's right".  Greg explained.  "If
the guys want to gather round in a semi circle, sit down where they can,
you can stand in front of them".  Greg moved and stood by the board, pen in
hand.  The guys all positioned themselves to Greg's left, some in chairs,
some standing, and Holly stood in front of them so Greg was to her left, at
an angle.  "OK" said Greg, "If we are all ready, here is the first
question".  He held up the small note in front of his face.  "This one is
not normally something you should ask a lady, but here goes".  I was sure
most of the questions would be of the same nature.  Greg continued "Holly,
if you would be so kind and not too embarrassed, I would like the gentlemen
to guess your age".  Holly looked mildly shocked but half expecting
something a bit more intrusive.  "Well, it's a taboo subject for most
ladies but I don't mind this time" She said.

   She knew this was the beginning of the time during the evening which
would eventually lead to her being asked to remove various items of her
outfit but the first question didn't suggest what was to come.  "Before you
answer my dear, I need the guys to give me their guesses".  Greg pointed
out.  Greg scribbled out the question on the flip chart then waited pen in
hand for the predictions.  "OK, let's hear what you think guys" Greg said.
"But before you do, Holly could you please take æ<¢5 from every man.  The
closest to your age wins the lot".  The group of men then proceeded to tell
him their estimates at the lovely lady's age.  Greg wrote them down.  The
estimates ranged from 23 to 30 with most in between.  27 seemed to the most
popular as 6 of the guys guessed it.  Greg surveyed the answers on the pad.
"Well we have quite a few different guesses don't we, I wonder who is going
to win the dosh?" He looked at Holly questioningly.  "Holly, would you like
to tell the gentlemen who wins the money?" Holly put her hand on her chin
in a thoughtful pose.  "Not one of you has the right answer gentlemen, but
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of you thinking I was as
young as you've said, but I'm actually 36".  She told them.  A chorus of
disbelief went round the room.  Slightly mocking comments such as "I never
would have guessed" and "you look fantastic for 36".  "As no-one actually
guessed Holly's age correctly I think we should do a roll over" Said Greg.
"Holly, are you up for another question if the guys add to the pot?" "Well,
I'm not sure" said Holly.  "The first question was pretty personal,
although you did all guess much lower than my actual age which was very
sweet of you.  How can I be sure that the next question is appropriate
too?" "I suppose you'll just have to let us know what you think of it when
I ask it?" said Greg.  "I suppose you're right" said Holly.  "OK, then"
said Greg, "I was going to ask you your vital statistics, and like most
men, what is of most interest is the first measurement.  I was going to ask
in a slightly different way but first I need to confirm if you are wearing
a bra?" "This is getting a bit naughty" said Holly, "But I don't see any
harm really.  As you'd no doubt expect I was anyway.  You can probably tell
from the way my blouse looks.  So the answer to your question is yes, I am
wearing a bra".  "That's good" said Greg.  "OK, for the next bet I'd like
the guys to guess the exact measurement and cup size".  "Getting very
cheeky aren't you?" said Holly.  "You think I'm going to give you the
answer then do you?" "Well, if all these guys are gonna stake up some
money, they'll need to know" said Greg.  "I tell you what, let's see how
much cash we get for the guesses and the guys can donate part of the pot to
you to do with what you wish.  You know a deserving charity or buy yourself
a new dress or handbag"?  "That sounds like a more attractive offer" said
Holly.  "As long as I have the final say when the money's collected".  "OK"
said Greg.  "That sounds fair.  OK guys; let's see the colour of your
money".  With that the men in the room dug into their wallets again and
handed over their contributions to the pot to Greg.  In total there was
æ<¢150.  "æ<¢150 my dear" Greg informed Holly.  "If we say æ<¢75 to you and
the rest to the winner, how does that sound?" "I think I would be prepared
to divulge the size of my bra for æ<¢75 gentlemen" said Holly.

   Greg then asked the guys for their guesses and wrote them down on the
flip chart while Holly looked on with some amusement at what these men
estimated to be basically the size of her tits!  "Well Holly, we have a few
differences in the cup size but only 3 for the actual measurement"
announced Greg.  "Would you be as kind as to tell us who is closest?" Holly
stood in front of the chart and bent forward to study the list a little
more closely.  As she did the audience had a rather nice view of her tight
skirt clinging to perfectly rounded derriere.  Like me I'm sure most of the
guys watching were wondering what delights lay beneath the tight black
garment.  Holly pointed to a number on the chart and announced that one
particular chap had guessed both dimensions correctly.  "This one is the
winner, its Mike" She said.  "My measurements are 36D".  Mike stood up and
Greg gave him his winnings from which Mike happily handed over æ<¢75 to the
lovely Holly.  A muffled round of applause was given to Mike.  He sat down
again and Greg turned to Holly who was still standing by the chart.  "Well
now Holly, that wasn't too embarrassing, was it"?  Greg asked her.  "You've
made a nice little sum there".  "I suppose not" said Holly.  "How would you
like to make a whole lot more?" he asked "It depends on what I have to do"
she answered.  "Just keep on answering questions really" Greg explained. 
"What sort of questions?" she replied.  "Well...  questions of a more
personal nature" said Greg.  "How much more personal can you get?  You've
asked a lady her age and now her boob size" said Holly.  "I can think of a
few more that would interest the guys" said Greg with a cheeky grin.�

   "How about some questions about your outfit?"

   "What's wrong with my outfit?" Holly said questioningly.  "Nothing at
all my dear" said Greg.  "It's just we'd like to know more about it".

   "How much do you want to know?" "You can see what I'm wearing" Holly
said.

   "Forgive me if I'm wrong my dear, but we can't see everything you're
wearing" Said Greg.

   Holly looked slightly embarrassed and shocked.�

   "Whatever are you suggesting?  She asked Greg.

   "I'm suggesting, if you are willing to participate for even greater sums
of cash, that my colleagues may like to place a few more slightly daring
wagers" he said.

   "Not sure if I like the way this is going, how daring do you mean?"
asked the lovely Holly.

   "Well, why don't I suggest another bet and you see if you are prepared
to go along with it?" said Greg.  "And if I don't?" she replied.

   "Then we all carry on playing black jack or roulette and have a lot less
fun" said Greg.

   Holly though for a moment about the possibility of revealing, at least
verbally, aspects of her outfit and then though about making what could be
a tidy sum of money on the side.

   "OK, I'll give it a go, but only if the money's right and in an effort
to make the evening more enjoyable" she said.

   "That's the best news I've heard all week" said Greg.  "I'm sure this
party will get a lot more interesting.  OK let's see where we can go from
here".  He took a step back from Holly and looked her up and down.

   "I've heard a few of the guys making some very complimentary comments
about your lovely legs.  I've seen them point to them and whisper things to
each other.  I wonder what they're whispering about?" he said to Holly.

   "I'm sure I wouldn't have a clue" said Holly with a wry smile on her
face.

   "I think I can guess" said Greg.  "They must be commenting on the
exquisite shimmer that your hosiery is making, do you agree?" "Well I
suppose they might be" said Holly "They do have this sort hi-gloss
appearance.  I prefer this type and they look really pretty" "I think
they'd like to know more, don't you?" he asked.  "Like what?" said Holly

   "Well I'm sure we'd all like to know what's causing the lovely glossy
appearance.  In other words are you a lady that prefers to go for the
practicality of tights or...  the easiness of hold ups.  Or, fingers
crossed, stockings and suspenders?"

   "You weren't kidding when you said more personal questions were you?"
said Holly.  "Do you really expect me to tell you what I have on under my
skirt?"

   "If you want to tell us what you have on then I don't think anyone here
will object" said Greg.  "I thought we were only actually talking about a
bit of nylon aren't we, or were you offering more?" he said with a cheeky
grin.�

   "No I only meant my...my..." she hesitated, trying to be a little
careful not to divulge too much about the nature of her sexy leg adornment.
"My hosiery, nothing else" She deliberately put on a flustered look but
secretly enjoying the sexy conversation.

   "Well if we can persuade you to tell us about all things nylon, then
maybe there are other things we'd like to bet on" said Greg.  "Isn't it
worth it for a few quid?  All you'll have to do is say which you prefer, no
one will know if you're telling the truth"

   "But that's it isn't it?" she replied, "No one will know, I could say
anything"

   "You wouldn't you really tease us like that.  I'm sure you'd tell the
truth wouldn't you?" said Greg.  "Just let the guys have their guesses and
see where we go from there, yes?" he asked Holly.  "OK, I suppose so" she
replied.



   With that Greg asked the men to offer their suggestions of what sort of
leg wear was adorning Holly's gorgeous pins.  Greg started to write down
the guesses on the flip chart.  Out of the 15 guesses 2 said tights, 10
said hold ups and the remaining 3 plumped for suspenders and stockings.

   Greg then turned to Holly, hand on hips "Well, my dear, are you going to
let us know which of these lucky guys have guessed correctly?" he asked
her. Holly started to blush.  "Your cheeks appear to be a little flushed my
dear" Grey said to her.  "Why could that be?" Holly put her hands to her
face in an attempt to cover her reddening cheeks.  It had been a good plan
not to tell her precisely how the events would enfold, because it made her
act in a more innocent manner and made things more arousing for her
audience.

   "It's just the thought that some of you are correct.  I knew some of you
would be of course, but it makes it more real now that I have to tell you"
explained Holly.

   "You did agree to tell us as I recall my dear" said Greg.

   "I know, I know" said Holly shyly.

   "Well?" said Greg�

   "OK, OK" she said.  "If I just say then that 3 of you guessed right, is
that enough for you?"

   Holly's sexy declaration was followed by most of the guys making
gestures of approval to each other and a few mildly lewd whispered comments
because now we all knew how she was dressed beneath her satin skirt, or at
least part of her attire.

   Greg looked at Holly's increasingly flushed face.

   "It's very nice for you to tell us my dear, and certainly a thrill to
find out" He told her.

   Holly blushed even redder.

   "Not surprisingly we took a healthy sum for that particular question
chaps, and I'm sure you won't object if our lovely hostess has her fair
share" said Greg.  With that he handed Holly a few of æ<¢20 notes.  He paid
some cash to the 3 guys who had won the bet and put another wad into an
envelope on the side by the flip chart.�

   "That's for later" he said, but didn't explain what he meant by that. 
"You guys still have plenty of dosh left?" he asked his fellow workers. 
Nods and answers in the affirmative came back.�

   "Plenty left love, anything else we can bet on?" said a middle aged guy
sitting at the front.  Greg turned to Holly.  "Well sweetheart, Mike here
wants to know if there's anything we can bet on.  Anything you would like
to suggest for a bit of extra cash?" "I can't think of anything else" said
Holly in a demure fashion trying to appear as though she really meant it.

   "Are you sure my dear, I think the guys could come up with a few
things?" Greg questioned.  "I don't what you mean" she said rather coyly,
with a hint of knowing exactly what they mean.  "I don't what else I can
possibly think of that you can bet on."�

   Greg looked Holly up and down in a way that said I know what we'd like
to bet on.  Then he appeared to be focusing his gaze towards Holly's lovely
rounded bottom which was beautifully encased in her very close fitting
skirt.�

   "I think we're all proper gentlemen to be too suggestive my dear, but
really, you can't think of anything else we place bets on?" said Greg.

   "No I can't, honestly" she replied.  "OK, maybe I need to give some
gentle hints to help you along" he explained.

   "Let's see.  So far you've been very obliging in what you've divulged so
far.  Your age, which I think everybody, was pleasantly surprised at.  Your
vital statistics, well at least the best part of them.  Also that you're a
lady who like to dress somewhat provocatively in regard to certain items of
clothing that us guys would not normally see.  Do you agree with me so
far?" he asked her.

   "Yes, I suppose so" replied Holly.  "OK then, with reference to the said
items, we were banking on that there may be there may be other things
you're hiding from us under here?" he probed.  He reached out and lightly
tugged on the side of her skirt.

   Holly pulled the skirt away from his probing fingers and took a step
away before putting her hand to her mouth in mocking shock.�

   "I wasn't expecting you to say something like that" she said.

   "I sure you weren't my dear, but do we presume correctly?" he enquired
suggestively.

   "Sorry" replied Holly, with a puzzled look, genuinely not understanding
the way Greg had phrased the question.  "Let me put it another way" he
started, "You're wearing something else under there besides the garment
that's holding up your stockings?"

   'Oh, I see" she sighed.�

   "I wondered what you meant when you said 'other things'".

   So you do know what I'm talking about then, you're not just teasing us?"

   Holly then started to put on a bit more of butter wouldn't melt in her
mouth innocence act.  "Well, I suppose you think I might be wearing a
petticoat" said Holly.

   "A petticoat?" questioned Greg�

   "Isn't that something old ladies wear" he asked.�

   "I am an old lady" Holly joked.

   "36 isn't old.  You'd pass for 25" shouted a guy from the group.

   Greg decided to play along with Holly's innocent act.

   "Can we bet on the petticoat then dear?" he asked.

   "I didn't say I was wearing one, I just thought you wanted to know if I
am" she replied.

   "Well a petticoat wasn't the first thing that came to mind" he told her.
"You're just teasing girl aren't you?" "No, of course not" she said a
little coyly.  "I thought that is what you meant".

   "Really?" said Greg.  "You're the only one in the room who did then cos
I'm sure these gentlemen weren't thinking about that" he replied.  Holly
looked puzzled but I could tell it was faked.  She knew exactly what they
were referring to but kept up the pretence a little longer.

   "Not a petticoat?" she asked

   "No" replied Greg adamantly.  Trying to appear annoyed but not
succeeding.

   "What then?" she asked, with a knowing smile.

   "Now I know you're just playing with us" said Greg.

   "Yes please" shouted Mike from the group�

   "Enough of the smut" said Greg

   Greg sat down on a chair a few feet away from Holly and looked at her.

   "It's like this my dear.  When I enquired about something else you might
have on under here" he started.  He again lightly tugged at the hem of
Holly's skirt.  This time she didn't pull away.

   "We were referring to an item of clothing that most ladies wear
underneath their skirts, considerably smaller than petticoats.  Forgive me
if I wrong guys, but what most men have fantasies about being described by
the wearer"�

   Greg's tone was more than suggestive which left Holly in doubt what he
was talking about.  She slid her hands down over her waist to her hips and
held her fingers loosely on the sides of her skirt where her panties would
be.  Then she pressed her fingertips into the front of her skirt just below
the waistband precisely where they were.  She looked down at her hands. 
"You mean these?" she said.

   "So you are wearing something?" he asked obviously knowing the answer.

   "Of course" replied Holly "What sort of girl do you think I am"?

   "One that's eager to please and willing to go along with the next bet"
said Greg.

   "Can't think of what you can bet on, I've already told you I have
something on, so all bets are off".  She said.  "Oh I don't think so my
dear" said Greg.

   "All you've told us is what we guessed already.  There's certainly one
thing that I can think of that we'd like to have a flutter on".

   He turned to the group as if to confirm their agreement.  Lots of
affirmative comments came back.

   Holly knew what they were getting at.  She knows that there's one
glaring question men want to know about the item in question, but she
decided to keep up the innocent act for a little longer.

   "What do you mean?" she probed.

   Greg knew she was teasing everyone on purpose so he played along too.

   "OK, so let's see, we both know the article of clothing we are talking
about, yes?" he asked.�

   "I think we do" she said nodding her head.

   "Good.  Now, if they thought they could get away with it, what question
would any red blooded male dare to ask a lady about that particular piece
of clothing?"�

   Holly knew the answer, and her expression proved to everyone they knew
she did but once again she teased them by playfully raising her forefinger
to her lips.

   "Oh, I give up, I think you're going to have to tell me" she said.

   I think this was the first time most of the group realised she was
willing to be as naughty as they hoped she would be.  "If that's want you
want then, at the risk of getting my face slapped, here goes" he told her.
"My dear the next bet is..............to guess what colour knickers are you
wearing?"

   Holly raised her hands to her face in an extravagant display of mock
astonishment.  "Boys, boys" she exclaimed.  "What a question to ask a lady.
Don't you know there are some things a lady likes to keep private?"

   "I'm sure there are" said Greg.  "But you did sort of force it out of
me" he replied.

   "I know, I know" said Holly, still playing the surprised little girl
role.  "But really, I don't know.  What a thing to say to a lady"

   Greg held his hands up as if to emphasise what he'd already said to
her.�

   He then took the bull by the horns.  "In the spirit of keeping the fun
going, I think we should all write our guesses down, put your name by your
suggestion, and then our lovely lady can decide if she really does want to
enlighten us as to the shade, or shades, of her intimate attire".  He told
them.

   The expression on Holly's face suggested she could only agree to it.

   "Alright alright, I suppose there's no harm in you all trying to guess.
It could be quite fun to hear what you think I'm wearing under here".  She
said.

   As she said it she pointed with both forefingers aimed straight at the
point on the front of her skirt where her panties sat hidden enticingly
beneath her skirt.

   "OK, guys, you heard the lady.  The question is....and I'm sure there
isn't one of you who hasn't thought about it.  What colour knickers does
she have on"?

   Greg passed a piece of A4 paper to the nearest guy, and he scribble down
his guess, then passed it on.  Holly stood there watching and smiling to
herself , wondering what all these men were thinking as the sheet was
passed from one guy to the next.  When the last of them had written down
their prediction he handed back to Greg.  He read out the various
guesses.�

   "OK, let see what you all think, you load of perverts.  2 of you think
she is wearing black knickers, 4 say white, very virginal.  We have 4
suggestions that she might be wearing a pink pair and yet another 4 again
say Holly chose to put on a blue pair today.  One strange person says they
are orange with green spots.  Who knows, he might be right.  Who am I to
second guess a woman?"

   Greg looked at Holly.  "There you are.  The chaps have all had a guess.
I think this means you are obliged to tell who has won the bet?" A knowing
smile appeared on Holly's lips.  She placed a finger on her chin in a
deliberate attempt to tease and look provocative.  "Let me see" she said
taking the slip of paper from Greg's hand.

   "2 of you think I have something on that matches my skirt.  One of you
thinks I still wear the type of knickers that I might have worn when I was
still in junior school.  Orange with green spots, how silly, I'm not that
off the wall, what have you been drinking?" "Apart from that gentleman, I
notice you've all guessed that they're one colour.  Didn't you think there
may be two colours, or even more?"

   "They've all seen a few pairs in their time, so they realise that being
such a classy lady you may like to wear, shall we say, decorative lingerie"
Greg answered.�

   "But I think they were just voting on the main colour.  I think you're
just teasing us aren't you, or are you deliberately delaying telling us?"
He told her.

   "No, of course not" Holly replied demurely.

   "I suppose it's natural to go for a single colour isn't it?"�

   "I must say it's very flattering but also a little embarrassing to think
all you lovely gentlemen are so interested in what I choose to wear under
my uniform, I've never been asked that question at any other casino before"

   "It's a topic that has fascinated us guys for years my dear" said Greg.
"Are you going to tell us, or are we going to have die of curiosity?"

   "We all have to die of something" She laughed.�

   "I suppose I shouldn't keep you in suspense like this, it's naughty of
me".�

   She then grabbed a chair and placed it in front of the group and sat
down and slowly crossed her legs, making sure her skirt did not ride up and
reveal any of the delights hidden underneath.  She wasn't about to give
anyone a peek before she was ready.

   She continued "Gentlemen, I am happy to tell you that...." she smoothed
her skirt down very deliberately and provocatively taking time to linger
over the precise area where her panties would be, more or less outlining
the shape of them around her hips.  "Here....  the colour that is most
prominent on the tiny garment beneath my skirt ......" she paused again. 
"Has been guessed correctly by four of you clever boys".

   Greg looked thoughtful for a moment.  "Hang on a minute!" he exclaimed.
"That means you they could be any one of three different colours".�

   "You're teasing us again aren't you, you naughty girl?"

   "Am I?" she asked, knowing full well she was.

   "You're driving us poor guys crazy, have pity on us, if we don't find
out soon, I think we may have to find out for ourselves".  Greg announced.

   "Really?" said Holly.�

   "And how would you do that?"

   "I'm sure the guys would think of a way" Greg replied.

   Holly looked shocked and disgusted but it was all an act.  She was
secretly hoping one of the guys would grab her, lift her skirt up and put
her knickers on display to everyone.

   "Now I don't want you guys to get any ideas" She said.  "There are ways
of letting you know without the need for any unnecessary behaviour"

   "And what ways are those?" said Greg.

   "Well" said Holly, "I could just put you out of your misery and tell
you."

   "About time too" said Greg.

   Holly replied "Or I could think of a more interesting way"

   "Such as?" replied Greg in excited anticipation.

   She stood up from the chair and moved it to one side.  She then
proceeded to turn around so she had her back to the group.  She bent
forward a little which made her bottom stick out.  She put her right hand
on her hip just above the waistband of her skirt and slowly slid it around
brushing the small of her back through her blouse before it finally came to
rest above the zip.  She straightened her back and felt for the zips small
metal slider.  Once she located it she lifted it delicately with her thumb
and forefinger.  She provocatively played with it, flipping it up and down
but without pulling at it, resisting the urge to undo the zip.

   "You can see this skirt is very tight.  Its part of a new croupier's
uniform.  I haven't worn it before, it may be a bit tricky, and I can't
really see what I'm doing but...." she paused for maximum effect.  All the
guys had shifted forward in their seats when Holly had turned around.  It
was the first time they'd seen her properly from the rear and it was a
delightful sight.�

   She continued.  "I suppose I could try my best to tug at this a little
bit" she wiggled the slider again.  "And....if I move my hand gently
downwards the zip will slowly unfasten and the two pieces of my skirt will
gradually separate.  That way you might then be able to get an answer to
your cheeky question"�

   Some of the guys were now visibly drooling and more than one or two had
visible signs of stiffness in their crotch region.  Not that I was looking,
but it was becoming rather obvious considering the view and the enticing
language from Holly.�

   "Then only problem is...  I am kind of worried that because the skirt is
so tight it might be difficult to do it on my own.  I don't want to break
the zip.  This outfit is on hire and I'd have to pay for any damages" she
explained.

   "You could just pull it up love" One guy called out, followed by a
chorus of approval from the rest.  "But I can't you see" Holly continued
"It's even too tight to do that.  The only way is to unzip it.  What about
if I give a go and see how far I can get the zip down.  If it looks like
I'm having trouble I'll let you know.  Is that alright with you fellas?"

   Again, the response was loud in the affirmative.  "OK here goes" she
said, taking hold of the slider again.�

   She purposely bent forward again.  She really didn't need to because it
would be easier to undo the zip if she stood up straighter, but it enhanced
her gorgeously rounded bum to full effect.  She played with the tiny metal
clasp and gave a gentle tug and the whole room heard that sexy sound that
is exciting to any red blooded male of a ladies zip is being engaged down
signalling the imminent removal of a dress or a skirt.  She drew the zip
down about an inch, and although it seemed to be working fine she abruptly
stopped its southward movement.  Her enraptured audience who were holding
their breath in anticipation then gave a huge collective sigh of
disappointment.  "No I don't think I can do it myself without getting it
stuck and damaging the zip" She told them.  "I can't reach behind and still
do it properly, the skirt is too tight" "What do we do now then?" said Greg
"You're going to have to resort to plan A and just tell us"

   "But that wouldn't nearly as much fun as plan C" she told him.

   "Plan C?" Greg questioned

   "Yes, plan C" she said�

   "Where I ask one of you gentlemen to help me"

   "But you said you can't reach round to pull it down, how's that going to
help?" said Greg.

   "Oh, I was thinking whoever volunteers can unzip me all the way down not
just this tricky bit at the top" she explained.

   With that statement from Holly, every one of the gentlemen in the room
voiced their willingness to volunteer, and loudly.  Well nearly every one.

   Holly took a step back in mock surprise.�

   "My my so many volunteers" she said looking at the eager faces of the
horny group in front of her.  She then noticed a guy, probably in his early
twenties who hadn't been so keen to put his hand up, looking a little shy.
This was Kevin.  Kevin worked in a betting office as a clerk behind the
front desk.  He still lived at home with his mother at the age of 24.  He'd
never had a girlfriend.  When the guys in the shop had nights out he always
left early and always drank soft drinks, never alcohol.  He was big into
Sci-Fi movies and he was still a virgin.  Kevin was still interested in
women though.  He looked at porn on the internet and bought occasional
DVD's.  Some of the older women who came into the shop liked to talk to him
and maybe mother him a little.  The 2 young girls who worked part time in
the shop teased him a bit, not sexually, but made fun of the fact that he
still lived at home.  They weren't cruel but all the same it made Kevin
even more introverted.  Even though she'd never met him before, Holly had
spotted Kevin's demeanour during the evening and guessed he was somewhat
nervous and probably uncomfortable even being at the party.  This was her
cue to give him a thrill and make all the other guys jealous of shy little
Kevin.

   "OK, OK" Holly called out.�

   "I didn't think there would be such a big reaction to that proposal".

   "Are you joking?" said Greg.�

   "I'm surprised they all didn't just try to rip your skirt off without
being asked"�

   "I don't know how you're going to choose from so many eager guys".

   "It needs to be someone who will do it carefully and gently.  I think I
know who would be best" said Holly.  She pointed at Kevin who was
desperately trying not to be noticed.�

   "This young man is going to be my choice" she announced.

   With that Kevin looked extremely nervous and shook his head�

   "No, not me, let one of the other guys do it please, I don't mind" he
told her.

   "No, no, young man, it's you I want, come on" she said.

   She reached and took his hand.  He reluctantly stood up and she led him
to the chair she had been sitting on earlier.  She picked up the chair and
positioned it at an angle in order to make sure the whole group could see
his expression as well as get a good look at the focus of his attention,
namely the slow reveal of Holly's unmentionables.

   The crowd started to make a few comments about Kevin's nervous and
inexperience nature.  "You know he's never been kissed" was one, and "Be
careful he doesn't embarrass himself love, he's likely to come over all
excited.  If you know what I mean"

   Holly's response was to sit Kevin down tell him not be to be nervous,
they are only jealous because they'd rather be sitting where you're
sitting. 

   "I'm sure you've undone a zip before, haven't you?" she asked him.

   "Of course I have, on my trousers and jackets" Kevin replied.  "Well,
there's not much difference is there?" she replied sympathetically.  She
realised his statement meant this was probably the first time he'd been
asked to remove an article of clothing from a woman.  "My zip is probably a
bit easier.  Do you want to try then?" Kevin had that look of a man who had
just been asked to wrestle a crocodile rather being asked by a gorgeous
lady to help her out of her skirt.

   "I suppose so" he replied nervously.

   "OK" said Holly "Let me help you to get started.  Can you see the little
metal bit at the top?" "I can see it" said Kevin.

   "OK, it's probably easier if you grip it with your thumb and forefinger,
give it a try" She said.  Kevin leaned forward in his chair, at the same
time Holly jutted her bottom towards him.  Kevin reached for the metal
slider and gently took it in his finger and thumb.

   "Have you got hold of it?" Holly asked.

   "Yes, it's very small" said Kevin "I know that's why I need you to help.
I couldn't grip it very well" she told him.

   "You can start to pull it down now, but be careful, take it slowly, I
don't want the zip to break.  Let me just hold the waistband tighter, it
might make it easier to slide it down".

   Kevin gave the zipper a gentle tug.  It worked.  The two sides of
Holly's extremely tight fitted skirt would shortly be parting and lucky
Kevin would be able to feast his eyes on the delicious treasures hidden
underneath.

   "That's it" exclaimed Holly.  Delighted than Kevin had managed to start
the zipper on its journey south, and delighted that she would be able to
show her lingerie to all who wished to see it, which was everyone in the
room, of course.

   "Before you go any further I need to get this blouse out the way.  It's
tucked tightly down there and it will make it even harder for you" 

   The unfastening of the zip made it easier for her to slip her hands
under the skirt and gently pull the tails of her blouse free.  She held hem
of the blouse away from the skirt so it didn't get in the way of Kevin's
while he unzipped her. 

   "Now if you pull it down really slowly, you'll be able to see everything
I have on underneath one piece at a time" She told him.

   By now Holly's audience were almost drooling with sexual anticipation as
they watched the lucky Kevin do his best to give them what they wanted to
see.

   The focus was now on Kevin fingers and the sights he was about to
reveal. He gave the zip another little tug and drew it down just enough to
expose a delicate ruffle of pink lace.  His finger brushed the pretty
fabric.  As the zip moved further down it showed the full width of the
garment.  Holly's frilly suspender belt.  Kevin felt his manhood stiffen.
His continued to pull the down the zipper. 

   When the suspender waist band was fully uncovered her bare skin came
into view. 

   The sight of her bare back soon was joined by another line of trimmed
lace.  This was the moment of truth.  Everyone was about to discover the
answer to the question Holly had been keeping from them until now. 

   The trim was a little less elaborate as the one on her suspender belt
but when he saw it Kevin's cock stiffened again.  He knew he was now
staring straight at a real live woman's knickers for the first time, and
best of all, she was still wearing them. 

   The colour of the trim matched the suspender belt and as Kevin drew the
zip down further the rest of Holly's panties came into view.  Everyone
could now see that they were almost transparent but the colour was
unmistakably of soft shade of pink. 

   The soft material clung to the peach shaped contours of her lovely
bottom.  Kevin continued to tug on the zip until it reached the underside
of her cheeks and completely revealed the delicious rear view of this sexy
lady in her even sexier knickers.

   What this meant, of course, was 4 of the guys knew had guessed the
correct colour of Holly's panties.  However not one of them made any
comments about the bet.  I guess they'd all forgotten about it as they
concentrated on the little striptease being given by Holly and with help
from her assistant Kevin.

   "Is the zip all the way down" Holly asked Kevin. 

   "Yes, I think so" he replied completely mesmerised by the sight of
Holly's bum stretching the tight panties over her rounded cheeks.

   Holly held the top of the skirt and gave it a little push.  It slid
downwards over her thighs, rustling against the nylon of her sheer
stockings as it made its way to the floor and landed in a black satin
puddle at her feet. 

   She stepped out of it and turned to face the group who gave a loud cheer
and several wolf whistles as they all finally saw the lovely lady standing
there in her revealing lingerie.  Kevin's eyes were at the same height as
Holly's lap.  He was staring straight at her pantie covered pussy.  The
front of the panties were decorated with a flowery pattern over a fine pink
lacy mesh with a tiny pink rose in the centre just below the waistband. 

   They clung to her contours in a perfect v shape outlining the delights
beneath.  Kevin could make out the feint line of her neatly trimmed bush
through the mesh.  He tried not stare but it was difficult considering it
was the first time he'd been this close to a woman's pussy.  He could even
make out the aroma of her womanly scent emanating from inside the dainty
garment.  Was she as turned on as the guys watching her? 

   Holly's matching suspender belt was also now in full view showing the
taut pink satin straps holding up her black glossy nylon stocking also
trimmed with lace at the top. 

   "I might as well remove this too" said Holly, as she played with the
tails on her blouse. 

   She slipped off her waistcoat and then proceeded to undo the four
buttons on her blouse.  As she did she coyly glanced up at her audience
when each one in turn was popped open.  When the last button was unfastened
she slowly drew the two halves of the silky covering apart deliberately
taking her time to uncover her two delectable mounds underneath.  She had
always been proud of her boobs, and they were something to be proud of!  A
pair of 36D domes which stretched her matching pink lace half cup bra to
its full capacity.  How they didn't spill over the top of the cups was a
miracle.  The bra looked like it was made for a much smaller pair, more
like a size 34.  Another couple of millimetres and her pert nipples
would've been resting on the edge of the cups rather than poking like two
bullets through the satin.

   She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms and held it
in her fingers in front of her, cocking her hips saucily before dropping it
on the floor.  There was loud applause from all corners of the room as
Holly stood before them posing like a real stripper.  Greg looked at Holly.
"Thank you my dear, I'm sure everyone in the room is giving you a standing
ovation"

   Holly blushed, and even though she was standing before them in her
lingerie it was a genuine look of embarrassment at Greg's comment.

   Kevin also looked embarrassed at Greg's words and Holly noticed his
bashfulness.

   Greg wasn't about to let the exciting entertainment come to an end just
because they'd found out the colour of Holly's knickers.

   "Are you going to taking anything else off my dear?" he asked her.

   Although Holly had been prepared, and expecting, to disrobe in front of
these horny guys she was slightly shocked at Greg's question.

   She appeared a little flustered but composed herself. 

   "Take anything else off?  I'm a croupier not a striptease artist you
know" she said.

   "Well, you're doing a pretty good impression of one if you don't mind me
saying" said Greg.  "If we made it worth your while, would you consider
carrying on?" he said with a cheeky grin.  "I didn't expect to go this far,
it's only because you needed to win your bet that I asked this nice young
man to help me remove my skirt" she replied

   "No one asked you to reveal your top half" was Greg's response.

   "No I guess not, but it seemed silly not to, especially as I'd just
taken off my skirt" she told him.  "You still haven't said whether you'd
continue with your little performance for us have you?s" he asked again. 
"Well, you haven't said how you would make it worth my while" she said
saucily.

   Greg looked at the guys and gestured to them to dip into their wallets.

   "Come on guys, I think the lady expects us to show how much we'd
appreciate it if she took off something else, and let's face it there isn't
much left to take off, one more item might just give us a titillating
sight, if you know what I mean".

   There was a frantic scrambling of hands diving into their pockets and
wallets and quickly they'd collected what looked like over £200.  Greg
took the cash from them and waved it at Holly.

   "Look at this lot my dear.  You can't say the guys aren't eager see
more" he told her.  "What do you think?  Is it enough to persuade you?"

   "That's certainly a generous donation boys" she replied. 

   "Just exactly what are trying to persuade me to do?"

   "I'd say they're hoping it's enough for you to take off something else"
said Greg and with that he stretched out his arm and cheekily snapped one
of the shoulder straps on Holly's bra.  Holly shook her shoulders when he
did.  Not in an effort to show her dislike of what he did but rather than
to emphasise her boobs jiggling up and down in her undersized bra.  I think
this was the sign that she was seriously ready to remove her lacy
adornment.

   She slipped one thumb on each hand under the straps at the front and
gave them a little provocative pluck. 

   "Is all this for me?" she said coyly staring at the wad of twenties in
Greg's hand.

   "It is my dear" said Greg 

   "But it's only yours when it's in return for this" and he this time
slipped a finger under the side of her bra and caressed her smooth skin
beneath.

   "Well if that's the only way I'm going to get my hands on it then I
don't have much choice do I?" she told him.

   The crowd now held their collective breath; this was the moment they'd
all been waiting for.  Holly shifted her pose and stood with her legs apart
and hands on her hips.  She bent forward and the waist which thrust her
boobs out and made them look even bigger than their 36D.  She cupped them
with both hands in their frilly cups and jiggled them up and down.

   "Oops" she giggled as one of her tits threatened to pop out of there
pretty holster. 

   "We must do it properly" she told them.

   She raised herself up and again then slowly pushed each shoulder strap
down one at a time until they were hanging loose across her lower arms. 
She then bent forward slightly.  This made it possible for her to reach
behind and locate the clip on the back of her bra.  The room was silent but
everyone heard the sound of the metal fastening being undone. 

   The tightness of the bra suddenly loosened and the cups began to slide
forward down the slopes of her magnificent melons.  She caught the cups
just before they reached her nipples.  Her eyes moved from her flimsy
hanging cups and she flicked her gaze up to her entranced audience.  She
gave a saucy knowing smile, the sort that says "get ready boys".  Then she
gently and very deliberately lifted each finger away one at a time until
all only one finger on each hand held the bra over her boobs.  Then she
daintily lifted the last 2 fingers and her bra floated down to the floor
like a delicate ribbon of pink lace.

   Holly stood upright and hands on hips and proudly thrust her beautiful
fleshy globes out for all to see and followed it by grabbing them firmly
and jiggling them up and down for good measure.  Laud applause came from
all corners with whistles and cheers galore.

   "More, more, more" cried the audience. 

   "Oh no, this is as far as I go" said Holly.  "These are staying where
they are" she said, slipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties
but making sure they didn't move.

   A collective sigh of disappointment went round the room.  "However,
there is one way I might be persuaded to peel them off, but they can only
be touched by someone who themselves are untouched" 

   She was now as aroused as all the guys in the room.  The pale pink of
her pantie crotch was showing signs of darkening as her juices began to
dampen the soft nylon. 

   Numerous bugles had begun appearing in the crotches of her enthralled
admirers, including young and innocent Kevin.  He had more than enough
reason to get excited while helping Holly out of her skirt and it showed. 

   He was still sitting at the front and Holly had noticed the swelling in
his loose fitting trousers in the last few minutes.  She had the feeling he
was a virgin.  Her eyes widened as his manhood grew and grew.  She figured
it must be at least 10 inches.  He might be a virgin but he was packing an
impressive weapon.  Such a pity no woman has yet to savour its delights. 
Her goal was to be the first which is why she said what she said.

   "Is anyone here untouched?" she asked knowing full well that Kevin was
the likely candidate.  Some guys shouted out that they were but she knew
the truth.  Kevin was looking sheepish and keeping silent.  Everyone knew
he was a virgin but they didn't want him to be Holly's prize.  That would
make him the envy of them all.  Holly reached out and took Kevin's hand. 
"Come with me my sweet" she said.  "Let's go somewhere a bit more private".
She grabbed her long coat and slipped it on, not forgetting to pick up her
discarded skirt blouse, skirt and bra.  She handed them to Kevin to carry
for her.  The evening was over for all except Holly and Kevin.

   Soon they arrived at a hotel room door.  Holly had booked it for the
night, not wanting to drive home after the party.  They stepped inside and
Holly poured them both a glass of wine from the mini bar. 

   "Here, drink this" she said.  "It will settle your nerves".  Kevin was
trembling wondering what was in store for him.  He was soon to find out.

   She led him towards the bed and she stood with her back against the end
of the bed.

   "I stopped my little performance out there after they all persuaded me
to remove my bra.  I'm still more than happy to carry on but I want do it
in private away from all those noisy men" she explained in a seductive
voice. 

   "And I want you to help me"

   Kevin was trembling, he stood transfixed starring at Holly, still
wrapped in her fake fur coat.  He'd never had an offer like this in his
life, and now here he was with a real live gorgeous woman actually asking
him to help her remove her clothes, what she had left of them.  Holly then
slipped the coat off her shoulders and undid the four buttons holding it
together.  Then she slowly opened the coat and Kevin was faced with the
mesmerising site of her standing there as she was back in the hotel suite a
few minutes before, wearing her matching lace pink suspender belt, tight
pink knickers and glossy black stockings.  "If I was an actual stripper, I
guess I would sit on a chair and take off my stockings one by one and leave
these until last" she said running her fingers along the edge of her pretty
panties.  "But I'm not, so I think I'd just prefer to slip out of these
panties and leave the stockings on".  She told him. 

   "Would you like to help me?" she asked.

   What a stupid question, of course he would. 

   Kevin grinned "That would be fabulous" he said.

   "Come on then" she said crooking her finger to beckon him to get up
closer.

   When Kevin was standing in front of her almost close enough that her
nipples were almost touching his chest through his shirt, she pushed him
down by his shoulders until he was on his knees and starring directly at
the tantalising vee shape of her panties.

   Kevin mouth was dry.  He was as excited as he had ever been in his life.
Holly saw the bulging impression his cock was making at the front of his
trousers. 

   She smiled to herself at the considerable swelling.  Her pussy juices
started to flow as she imagined this being the first woman to feel the
length of this healthy young virgin's manhood. 

   "Now, take a grip on the waistband" she instructed him. 

   Kevin held the lacy edging at her hips with thumb and forefinger. 

   "When you're ready you can take them off me" said Holly.

   Kevin's face was flush with excitement as he delicately drew the tight
nylon garment down.  As he did so the thin strip of dark thatch above
Holly's slit appeared. 

   He continued easing the panties over her hips until his gentle tugging
needed a little more effort.  Holly's pussy was now quite moist.  It was
obvious that the cotton gusset was clinging to her lips with her wetness.

   "Ooh, I'm a little damp down there aren't I"?  She said. 

   "Naughty me, just keep going, they'll soon peel away and you can slide
them off completely" Kevin looked up at Holly as if to confirm she really
meant it.  She nodded to him to carry on.  Still holding the edges lightly
at each side he continued to pull the tiny garment downwards.  Holly was
correct, her sticky gusset slipped out her soaking snatch with hardly any
effort at all.  Kevin eyes first fixed on the panties cotton gusset which
now had a distinct impression where it had been almost glued to her
slippery furrow.

   His eyes soon focused on the glistening pussy right in front of him. 
His dick was now straining at his zip.  Holly reached down and ran her
fingers over the large bulge at the front of his trousers. 

   "My my, he looks like he needs to be free" she said. 

   Then she carefully drew his zip over the large swelling.  When his
trousers were loose enough to fall away around his knees she reached into
his boxers and wrapped her fingers around 9 inches of his pulsating knob.
She pushed his boxers over the top of his huge pole and they fell to the
floor.

   "I think he's about ready to go on a journey" she seductively cooed into
his ear.

   "What do you mean?" asked Kevin.

   "I mean, he's ready to go on a journey to the pink tunnel of delights"
she said with a giggle in her voice.

   She then sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs.  Her pussy
beautifully on display.  "Come here" she said beckoning him to stand
between her open thighs.

   Kevin rose from his knees, his dick pointing straight out ready for
action. 

   "Let me help you" whispered Holly, and she took hold of his manhood and
rubbed it along the wet opening to her pussy.

   Still holding his cock in one hand she reached around and grabbed his
bum cheek and pushed him closer to her.  As he did the head of his stiff
dick slipped inside the pretty folds of Holly's muff and travelled the
length of her velvety shaft.

   "OOOH that's it!" she cried.

   "Now you can carry on doing the work while I lie back and enjoy the
ride. Thrust it in and out, as much as you like"

   Even though it's was the first time he'd experienced the warm feel of a
pussy around his dick there was now no stopping Kevin, his inhibitions took
a back seat.  All he wanted to do was ram his cock inside this gorgeous
lady until he filled her up with his creamy fluid.  He didn't hold back. 
He pounded her pussy for all his worth, slamming it in out of her sticky
beaver.

   A virgin dick certainly had a mind-blowing effect on Holly. 

   "Yes, yes, yes" she screamed.

   "Fuck me hard, ooh that's unbelievable, you're really screwing my
soaking pussy" 

   Her gorgeous melon shaped tits bouncing up and down as he hammered into
her.

   Kevin couldn't hold out too long, he was a virgin until a few minutes
ago after all. 

   "Oh Oh, I think I'm coming" he shouted.  "What shall I do?"

   "Shoot that lovely cream and fill up my pussy" screamed Holly. 

   That did it for Kevin.  His cock exploded into a torrent of gooey cum
filling Holly's deep pink shaft to the brim.  Soon it was oozing out and
leaking onto her thighs and over the black nylon of her stockings.

   "My my, what a big load" she said. 

   "It not all yours either, you made me cream myself as well you clever
boy".

   "That was incredible" said Kevin.  "Can we do it again?"

   "Well" said Holly.  "You'll have to wait until I decide to do another
strip"

   "When will that be.  I want to be there" he replied.

   "Who knows" said Holly. 

   "I don't just do it for anyone you know.  Now off you go, get dressed
and maybe you'll get the chance to see me perform somewhere soon. 

   With that she ushered him out of the room and went to run a shower. 
She'd had a good fucking and showed her fabulous body off once more. 
   Hopefully she would get to do it again soon but on her terms as usual.