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   Back in the 90s I found myself single, in my 30s and rattling around in
a house that was definitely too big for one man and his music collection.
When it became obvious that my girlfriend had definitely moved out (and
moved in with one of my mates), the obvious thing was to get someone else
in to share.  I didn't want a friend to move in - I needed someone to chip
in with the bills and whose rent would help with the mortgage, and
friendships can go sour once there's a rental agreement in place.  There
was a university not too far away, so I contacted their accommodation
office and, after a couple of minor improvements at my place, my spare
bedroom was available to single postgraduate students.

   I was living in what was technically a 3 bedroom house.  The main
bedroom, which I used, had an en suite bathroom.  The second bedroom was a
decent size, and there was a separate bathroom, plus what was
optimistically described as a 3rd bedroom which I kept meaning to set up as
a study but never quite got around to.  Anyway, with a lock on the second
bedroom my lodger got a decent amount of privacy plus their own bathroom,
which was a pretty good deal.

   I let the room to a postgraduate called Angela, who was a quiet,
studious type in her mid 20s.  She wasn't unattractive, but not really my
type.  We got on pretty well, though, and occasionally took turns cooking
dinner for each other.  A few weeks into the autumn term she asked if a
friend could stay for the weekend and I said was fine with it.  I set up a
folding bed in the spare bedroom and I really wasn't expecting anything
more than a bit of giggling, girly chat to disturb the peace.

   Enter hurricane Linzi.

   I came home on Friday evening and found that Linzi had already arrived
and the two women were in the lounge.  She was the complete opposite of
Angela - she had left school at 17 and become a hairdresser, and was (I
thought) loud and shallow where her friend was quiet and deep.  She wasn't
that much of a looker, although she made the best of what she had; frizzy
auburn hair, smallish boobs and a slightly chunky body.  She also had a
loud voice and an extremely dirty laugh, which I heard a lot as they had
already polished off a bottle of wine.  I disappeared upstairs for a shower
and the girls had a curry delivered, and while we ate it Linzi treated us
to a detailed description of every pub and club that she'd got drunk in,
which was basically every pub and club in her home town, although I did get
slightly interested when most of her stories seemed to end up with her
flashing her boobs or doing a streak.

   Later on I let the girls talk me into going out for a couple of drinks
with them, which inevitably turned into several drinks as Linzi kept
wondering what the next pub would be like.  True to her stories, she
flashed her boobs extremely briefly in one of the pubs where we had a
corner table and Angela dared her to do it - I saw almost nothing, but they
were both in fits of giggles for about 20 minutes afterwards.  As I
suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra, but that was about all I got to see
when she very briefly lifted her top.  Shortly afterwards it was closing
time, and while we were lurching home Linzi suddenly announced that she was
bursting for a pee, squatted down, lifted her skirt and let go into the
gutter.  She wasn't wearing any knickers and I was treated to a nice view
of her bare bum for a couple of minutes, before she stood up and carried on
as though nothing had happened.  "You still go commando, then?" said
Angela, and Linzi replied that it made having a quick pee much easier and
she also liked to feel the breeze.  More giggling from the girls, and
suddenly my cock was straining inside my jeans.  I asked her if she always
went knickerless and she replied that it depended on what she was wearing,
but that usually did.

   We eventually made it home and turned in, and as I drifted off with
happy thoughts of the exhibitionist antics of a woman 10 years younger than
me.  It was probably just the drink, and she'd be mortified in the morning,
but it had been fun and my sex life had been pretty much non existent for
the last few months so it had put a smile on my face and a bulge in my
jeans.

   The next morning I woke up with a thick head and hoped I hadn't said or
done anything too embarrassing the night before.  I had a shave and a
shower, pulled some clothes on and went down to sort out some coffee and
maybe a bit of breakfast.  The first thing I saw was a slightly dishevelled
looking Linzi, stark naked with a towel over her arm, waiting to get into
the bathroom.  "Oops!  I thought you had already got up and gone out!" she
said, but didn't make any effort to cover herself up.  "That's OK" I
replied, and she said that I'd already seen it anyway, although it was my
first glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush and I hadn't really seen much the
previous evening.  I asked her if she wanted coffee and headed downstairs.
I heard the bathroom door open followed by more giggles from Linzi and
Angela, who clearly were more amused than embarrassed.  I decided that I
could get used to this.

   A bit later both girls came down, Angela fully dressed and Linzi in a
baggy t shirt that came about halfway down her thighs, which I was pretty
sure was the only thing was wearing.  I drank my coffee with the kind of
semi hard on that you get with a hangover, helped by the sight of Linzi's
nipples pushing their way through her top.  I had arranged to meet up with
a couple of mates at the gym and the girls were going out shopping, so I
didn't see them for most of the day.

   The girls got back at about 5.00, and we decided to have pizza
delivered. Linzi had bought a new pair of knee length boots that she wanted
to try on, and while we were waiting she got them out of the box and - with
a certain amount of effort - pulled the first one on.  She was sitting
opposite me, which meant that I got a perfect view up her skirt and yes,
she was knickerless again.  I enjoyed the view but thought that I should
let her know how much she was showing.  She wasn't fazed at all and
explained that she hadn't brought any underwear with her.  I replied that I
was cool with that, just as long as she wasn't embarrassing herself, which
got another dirty laugh - she was never embarrassed by nudity, either her
own or other peoples', which Angela happily confirmed.

   Linzi would usually be topless on a regular beach, nude on a topless
beach and really wanted all her friends to get naked with her.  The boots
looked good on her and I told her so - her skirt was just below knee
length, and knowing that she was bare underneath made the effect even
sexier.  She disappeared for a couple of minutes and when she came down she
lifted the side of her skirt to show that she was now wearing grip top
stockings as well.  At this point I nearly came in my pants, and this time
it was definitely a deliberate tease.  Shortly afterwards the pizzas
arrived, we ate and again went our separate ways, the girls to a party with
one of Angela's student friends and I was off to the cinema with my usual
crowd.

   I was already drifting off to sleep when the girls got back at about
2.30, and didn't see either of them until the next morning.  I was having a
bit of quality time with the Sunday papers when Angela came down in her
pyjamas and dressing gown and started sorting out some breakfast, and I was
pleasantly surprised when Linzi came down about 20 minutes later completely
starkers.  She explained that she was normally naked at home, and hoped
that I wouldn't mind, but after the last couple of days it seemed pointless
to cover up any more.  I managed to stay outwardly cool and said that it
was OK with me.  It was slightly surreal, with me fully dressed, Angela
covered up in PJs and a dressing gown and Linzi completely nude, but she
was so at ease that I soon got as used to it as was possible in the
circumstances.  Angela got dressed shortly after breakfast but, true to her
word, Linzi didn't bother to put anything on and we sat around idly reading
the papers, half watching the TV and occasionally chatting.

   Linzi asked about sunbathing in the back garden, and I explained that it
was reasonably private but I couldn't guarantee that nobody could see.  It
wasn't particularly warm - it was the kind of sunny October day that can be
really nice if you're in a sheltered spot - but she did nip out for a few
minutes just to feel the breeze on her skin, which also made her nipples
extremely hard.  At about 2.30 Angela put together a late lunch, and after
helping with the washing up Linzi got her stuff together to go.  I drove
the girls to the station and got one more (probably accidental) up skirt
flash in the rear view mirror.  On the way back Angela said that she hoped
Linzi hadn't been too over the top, and I said that while she was a real
character I had enjoyed her visit, and that she would be welcome to come
again.  Angela seemed quite relieved, and told me that Linzi liked me and
probably would visit again.  I didn't say anything, but having a naked girl
about the place was definitely something to look forward to.



   Hurricane Linzi Ch.  02

   It was a few weeks before Linzi's next visit, which came in early
December just before the Christmas holiday.  I had spoken to her briefly a
couple of times when she rang Angela and I picked up the phone, and I had
found out a bit more about her.  I was looking forward to seeing her again,
not in the expectation that she would want to shag me senseless (which I
hoped for, obviously, but didn't seriously think was on the cards), but
knowing that I would almost definitely get to feast my eyes on a naked
female body again, which was good enough to be going on with.  I had been
on a couple of dates since the last time I saw her, but nothing much had
happened.  I also gathered that she had a friends with benefits arrangement
with a hunky but dim garage mechanic who drank in her local, which meant
that sexual frustration was unlikely to make her pounce on me.

   Angela had also told me a lot about her during a couple of chats we had
had had over that last few weeks.  Her attitude to nudity was very
uninhibited, and I found out that she had always been the same.  Her family
weren't card carrying nudists, but had a very relaxed attitude to nakedness
at home.  This had emerged when Linzi had stayed over for sleep overs with
friends - she didn't have any conventional nightwear but used a long t
shirt as a night dress, although she would sleep naked unless anybody
objected.  Everybody would usually be dressed at Linzi's house if they had
visitors, but if her parents weren't around she would enthusiastically
strip off at the drop of a hat, and invite her friends to do the same
(although this didn't happen often).

   Anyway, on this occasion it was just a brief overnight visit - she was
very busy at the salon, so she would come over on Saturday afternoon and
leave early Sunday evening.  As it happened, Angela was also unexpectedly
busy, so I picked Linzi up from the station.  She was wearing a winter coat
and the boots she had bought last time, and she gave me a friendly peck on
the cheek as she got into the car.  When we got back it turned out that she
was wearing a jumper and a thick knee length skirt, which shouldn't have
been too much of a surprise as it was a chilly day.  When she pulled her
boots off I got another up skirt flash, and she was wearing stockings and
suspenders but was again knickerless.  Her bush looked a bit fuller than
last time, but clearly the drop in temperature hadn't encouraged her to
open her knicker drawer.  After a quick cup of tea and a catch up she
disappeared upstairs to freshen up.

   Shortly after that Angela came back and I wasn't too surprised when
Linzi came downstairs in her birthday suit to greet her friend.  In fact, I
had made sure that the house was nice and warm just in case she needed a
bit of subtle encouragement.  Her bush was definitely thicker than the last
time I had seen her, but still neatly trimmed around the edges.  One of
Angela's friends was having a party that night, and this time I was invited
as well - there were a couple of single female postgrads who were also
going to be there, and Angela had dropped a couple of hints about how she
thought I'd like at least one of them.

   It wasn't a typical student party at all, more of a wine and cheese type
of affair with a lot of intellectual conversation.  I had made polite small
talk with Jo, the postgrad Angela thought I might hit it off with, but it
quickly became clear that it wasn't going to happen.  I felt at a bit of a
loose end, and it was pretty obvious that Linzi did as well, especially as
Angela was deeply engrossed in a conversation with a medieval historian who
was built like a prop forward (I later discovered that he was actually a
useful scrum half).  After a while she came over to me clutching a bottle
of wine and suggested that we go out into the garden for a while, which
slightly surprised me as she didn't smoke, but I was glad to have an excuse
to get away and went with her.

   Once we were outside she asked me to keep an eye out, then squatted down
over a grid and had a long and - from the sound of it - much needed pee. 
She told me that she couldn't be bothered to queue up for the bathroom and
when I pointed out that there wasn't a queue she laughed and said that she
preferred to pee outdoors if possible and anyway she wanted to escape from
the party for a while.  I was grateful both for an excuse to get away and
for another view of stockings and her magnificently knickerless bum, so we
were both happy.  We lurked outside for a while, swigging wine and being
sarcastic about the other people indoors, until the chilly evening got the
better of us and we slipped back inside.

   By now Angela had her tongue deeply down prop forward's throat, and when
she came up briefly for air she told us that she would be going home with
Matt that night - which Linzi seemed delighted about and urged her to be as
dirty as possible with him - and said that she hoped we didn't mind.  We
slipped out of the party a bit later and made our way home via a pub or
three.

   Linzi was really happy for her friend in a way that made me like her
more - when we talked about Angela it was clear that she had a real respect
for her friend's intelligence and determination to make something of
herself, but worried that she was missing out on a lot of fun while she did
so.  We chatted quite a bit as we went from bar to bar and it turned out
that Angela had enjoyed her share of good times, although nowhere near as
much as Linzi.  Angela had always encouraged Linzi to be more outrageous
and exhibitionist, not that she needed much encouragement, but would never
go very far herself.  Both girls seemed happy enough with the arrangement
though.

   One story which stuck in my mind was Angela daring Linzi to go to school
knickerless.  Linzi had never needed much prompting to take her knickers
off, and when she got home from school they would be the first thing she
took off, usually not putting any on again until the next day.  On a few
occasions when Angela had gone home with Linzi after school she had noticed
this, and dared her to take them off before she got home.  Over the next
few weeks she did this regularly, at first nipping to the toilet after her
last class and slipping them into her bag, then gradually getting more
daring and stepping out of them wherever she thought she could get away
with it, sometimes nipping behind a bush if she was walking home,
occasionally slipping them off on the bus, and if all else failed stepping
out of them just before she went in the back door to her parents' place -
she was nearly always the first to get home in the afternoons.

   Once a week the last class was swimming, so she got into the habit of
simply not putting her knickers back on afterwards - Angela would usually
shield her in the changing room so that nobody could notice.  From there
the dare escalated - her knickers would vanish in to her bag during the
afternoon break, then at lunchtime, then at morning break.  A couple of
other friends had started joining in with the dare, and Linzi always felt
the need to take it one stage further and one Friday morning headed out
with a clean pair of knickers in her bag but none under her skirt.  The
other girls felt that she had won the dare, but Angela said that to win the
dare properly she shouldn't have any with her at all.  By now It was second
nature to Linzi, and for several weeks of the summer term she would be
knickerless from whenever she took them off on Thursday and for the whole
of Friday and on at least one occasion until the following Monday.  Angela,
who had instigated all this, had never been knickerless outside as far as
Linzi knew, and neither of the other girls who had joined in with the dare
had managed a whole day knickerless, never mind a whole weekend.

   By now Linzi was ready to leave school - thanks to Angela's
encouragement she had stayed on in the 6th form, but by the end of the
first year it was generally agreed that she would be better off starting
work at a local salon and studying hairdressing on day release.  Partly for
her friend's benefit, Linzi chucked her last pair of school knickers in the
bin and went knickerless for the entire last week of school.  Aside from
occasionally lifting the side of her skirt to prove to her friends that she
wasn't wearing any, Linzi had not yet knowingly flashed anybody, and apart
from a couple of her girl friends the only other person who knew about it
was her mother.  She didn't make a big deal out of it, though at the time
she didn't know how long or how often Linzi had been going bare beneath her
skirt.  Linzi said that her mother would also go knickerless quite happily,
but didn't do it that often.

   As we made our way home, Linzi once again squatted down for a pee and I
asked her why she peed outside so often.  She said that she just preferred
it that way and always had, and that going knickerless made it a lot
easier. She avoided peeing anywhere that might be unpleasant for other
people, like bus stops or phone boxes, and would usually choose somewhere
where it would drain away easily.  She also told me that she had mastered
the art of peeing standing up, and if she was wearing a shorter skirt or
dress could let go somewhere busy without anybody being any the wiser.

   Not much else happened that night - we got home, I got an affectionate
peck on the cheek and we went to our separate beds.  The next morning I was
up and nursing a mild hangover with some pretty good freshly ground coffee
when Linzi finally surfaced.  She came down naked but looked a bit uneasy
when I told her that Angela still wasn't back.  She accepted a cup of
coffee and sat hunched up while she sipped at it.  She asked me if she'd
said or done anything embarrassing the previous night, and when I said that
she'd been telling me about how she could pee standing up she flashed me a
naughty grin and asked if I believed her.  I said that of course I did, but
she still led me to the back door, stepped outside and stood above the grid
with her legs slightly apart and pushed her hips out a little.  She peed as
straight and accurate as any man, then dashed back in with rock hard
nipples and a slight blush on her face.  'It was all true, what I told you
last night,' she said, 'but I feel a bit weird without Angela here'.  I
told her that what she wore or didn't wear was entirely her choice, and
that I hoped she would feel comfortable in my house.

   She disappeared up to the bathroom for about 20 minutes for a shower,
then came down still naked.  'It's how I'd be anyway, and you've seen it
all before,' she said, 'but thanks for dealing with it so well'.Angela
turned up a bit later, thankfully without her previous night's conquest,
and the girls disappeared upstairs for a blow by blow account of the
previous night's adventures.  Shortly after that, Angela came back
downstairs and suggested that we all went for a quick pub lunch before
Linzi got the train back.  Linzi reappeared, fully dressed for a change,
and we all headed into town.  Nothing much of note happened until we
dropped Linzi off at the station - as we saw her off she hugged me more
tightly than before and said that she was really looking forward to seeing
me again - it may not sound like much, but it caused a definite bulge in my
jeans and left me impatient for her next visit.



   Hurricane Linzi Ch.  03

   It was another few weeks until I saw Linzi again.  On New Year's Eve I
got a rather drunk and rambling call from her to wish me a happy new year,
and following that we spoke on the phone about once a week.  I was enjoying
the benefit of getting rent from Angela but having the place to myself half
the time, as things had got serious with her new boyfriend and she stayed
over at his place 3 or 4 nights a week.  Towards the end of January, Angela
proposed a dinner party for her, the new boyfriend, Linzi and me.  She and
the new guy would take care of all the cooking, which meant an easy evening
for me.  I don't think she was trying to pair me up with Linzi, but she
wanted her best friend and her new squeeze to get to know each other and my
place was the best choice.

   Anyway, I wound up collecting Linzi from the station on Saturday
morning. She seemed pleased to see me, and we went for a coffee and a bit
of a catch up before heading back to my place.  She explained that she was
going to be on her best behaviour while Matt was around, as flaunting
herself in front of her friend's new boyfriend wouldn't be right.  When we
got back the happy couple hadn't turned up, so I got to enjoy a bit of
naked Linzi around the house - she stripped off in the hall as soon as we
got in, and as usual she hadn't bothered to put on any underwear that day.
We sat around chatting and watching TV for a while, and amongst other
things she told me that she really liked being the only one naked in
company.  I filed that thought away, but I already knew that she wouldn't
be doing anything like that on this occasion.

   She didn't have any tattoos or piercings, apart from her ears.  At that
time these were becoming increasingly mainstream, and when I asked her
about it she admitted to having thought about getting something done but
hadn't taken the plunge.  She was also happy to talk about her pubic
topiary, and said that she always shaved her legs and armpits, but tended
to let her pubes grow in cooler weather and trim them when it was warmer.
Surprisingly, she still hadn't gone for a complete shave or waxing, but was
into the idea.  Having that kind of conversation is always a turn on for
me, but having it with a woman who happily lounged around naked while I was
fully dressed took it to another level.

   Angela and Matt were due to come around and get dinner together, so,she
nipped upstairs and came back down in a surprisingly stylish purple dress
that looked amazing on her.  I had met her as a knickerless free spirit who
liked a drink or five and happily peed in the gutter, but she was capable
of looking and acting much more classy when she wanted to.  Of course I
knew that she was wearing nothing but the dress and a pair of shoes, which
made things a bit more interesting.

   Anyway, there's not much to be said about dinner.  Angela and Matt
turned up, got busy in the kitchen, served up a really good meal which was
washed down with a couple of bottles of decent wine and it all went well.
Linzi and Angela kept the conversation reasonably clean, which was a bit
disappointing.  I did get a nice upskirt flash when I dropped something
under the table, followed by a vey knowing wink from Linzi when I came back
up.  Angela and Matt were going back to his place because he had a double
bed, so I offered to do the clearing up.

   When the happy couple had gone, Linzi said that she would give me a hand
and slipped out of her dress - 'I don't want it to get messed up in the
kitchen', she explained.  She went to hang her dress up and I got started
on the clearing up.  A couple of minutes later and we were working in close
proximity in the kitchen.  Her nipples seemed to brush against me rather a
lot, which caused some inevitable stirring in my boxers, and the next thing
I knew she had unzipped my jeans, set my cock free and was sucking me off
like a pro.  I came in a couple of minutes (I was well primed) and she
swallowed the lot before grabbing a glass of water and rinsing her mouth
out.

   'Feel better?' she asked, and I grinned and asked if she'd like me to
return the favour.  We went back through to the living room and she sat in
an armchair.  I kneeled in front of her and put her legs on my shoulders
before I got busy with my fingers and tongue on her extremely wet pussy. 
She was already very warm and moist, and she was soon squirming and
writhing and moaning like a porn starlet.  I kept this up until she relaxed
and slid her legs off my shoulders.  We looked at each other and grinned,
then went upstairs to my bedroom.  We quickly cleaned up and brushed our
teeth, then fell into bed together and had our first proper kiss - it's the
only time I've ever had a blowjob (and gone down on the lady in return)
before snogging.  We fell asleep for a few hours tangled up in each other,
and early the next morning I woke up for the first time in a good while
with a hand on my cock that wasn't mine.  Linzi was already awake and
looking at me intently.

   'You're a nice bloke with a lovely cock' she said, and I prepared myself
for the inevitable 'but'.  'The thing is, we're only going to be fuck
buddies if I carry on seeing you, are you OK with that?  I don't want a
serious boyfriend or any heavy emotional stuff.' Sometimes it's like
Christmas and your birthday arrive together - although I'd come to like
Linzi, I knew that we were never going to be soul mates, so this was music
to my ears.  I told her that it suited me too, although I waffled on about
not being ready after my last break up rather than just admitting that I
was more than happy to enjoy regular no strings sex for as long is it
suited both of us.  It was clearly what she wanted to hear, and she
straddled me and guided me inside her.

   Linzi loved going on top during sex.  I've known plenty of women who
enjoy starting off in that position, but usually want to switch at some
point, I suppose for deeper penetration.  Linzi happily stayed up there,
one hand occasionally rubbing her clit and the other pinching her nipple. I
pretty much let her do all the hard work, mainly keeping my hands on her
arse, and eventually she came to a shuddering climax before sinking down on
to my chest, which meant that I could thrust in a bit deeper and shoot my
load.

   We then had a shower together, and spent plenty of time soaping each
other's nooks and crannies.  It was still quite early in the morning when
we lurched downstairs for a bit of breakfast, and Linzi's train was in the
early evening, which gave us the best part of the day to do with as we
pleased.  I suggested heading out to pick up the paper and something for
lunch, and nipped upstairs to get dressed.  I came down to find Linzi in
the hall wearing only her boots.  She then put her coat on, wrapped a scarf
round her neck and said that she was ready.

   It was a few minutes walk to the shop, and I hadn't planned on driving.
Linzi surprised me when she said she'd rather walk, as it was a chilly day,
and she explained that she often went out naked under her coat unless it
was seriously cold in the middle of winter.  Once we got to the shop I
picked up the Times and a couple of bits for lunch.  While I was doing this
Linzi had unbuttoned her coat and let it fall open with her back to the
counter, while talking about whether she would prefer white or brown bread.
Keeping up a normal conversation confronted with a stiff nipple and an
attractive pubic thatch was a bit of a challenge, but somehow I managed to
get what we needed without totally losing control.

   'Your face was a picture!  I'm going to have some real fun with you.' We
were outside the shop and she had fastened her coat up and suggested that
we pop into a cafe over the road before heading back.  It was about half
full, and we found a table to ourselves where we could sit next to each
other.  I pulled out the sports section, and Linzi guided my hand to a gap
between the buttons of her coat where I could gently finger her.  She sat
there, looking totally composed but murmuring absolute filth - I quickly
forgot about my team's performance the previous day (a goalless draw that
could easily have been a humiliating defeat).

   We headed back and took a slight detour through a park, where we found a
quiet enough spot for Linzi to unbutton her coat completely and for me to
finger her sopping wet pussy some more.  Anybody passing by would just have
seen a couple locked in a passionate embrace, not suspecting that Linzi was
having her second or third orgasm of the morning with her tongue down my
throat and her hand in my boxers.  Linzi looked flushed as she did her coat
back up, and we made our way back to my place.

   As soon as we got inside Linzi's coat came off, my jeans came down and I
took her from behind in the front hall, still in her boots.  This time it
didn't take long for us both to come, after which we collapsed onto the
sofa together for a while before I put a pot of coffee on and got lunch
together.  True to form, Linzi stayed naked for the rest of the afternoon
and we just chilled out together.

   Eventually it was time to drive her back to the station.  She sorted
herself out and put on the skirt and top that she'd been wearing when I
picked her up.  I made a comment about her not really needing to bring
anything apart from her toothbrush next time, and she grinned and said that
she might just do that.  When I dropped her off I got a final upskirt flash
and kissed her on both sets of lips before she got out of the car.  I
didn't know what else was going to happen with Linzi, but I knew I was
going to enjoy it.



   Hurricane Linzi Ch.  04

   Over the next few months Linzi came over to my place most weekends. 
Sometimes we would go out with Angela and her boyfriend, but we usually had
plenty of time for some energetic shagging and Linzi got to indulge her
exhibitionist streak.  A complete blow by blow account would get pretty
tedious, but there were a couple of memorable incidents as spring slowly
emerged from a particularly dismal winter.

   Maybe 2 or 3 weeks after we first slept together I picked her up from
the station one Friday evening.  She was wearing her coat - a stylish
trench coat with a belt - and boots, and she had no luggage, only her
handbag.  Like a prize lemon I didn't really give this any thought until we
were nearly back at my place.  As I drove towards my house she loosened the
silk scarf around her neck and unbuttoned her coat, revealing a lot of bare
skin and a very stiff nipple.

   "Well you said I'd only need my toothbrush!"

   "Blimey!  Is this something you do a lot?"

   She took my hand and guided it between her legs.

   "If I had any knickers on they'd be soaking."

   I parked in the driveway, by which time Linzi had slipped the coat off
her shoulders and was fully exposed in the passenger seat.  She had told me
before that she would sometimes go out naked under her coat, and had even
done so with me one Sunday morning, but this was taking things a lot
further than usual.

   "If you don't frig me off now I think I'll explode!"

   She was already wet enough that I could slide 3 fingers in and it only
took a couple of minutes for her body to give a shudder and she said that
we should go inside.  Almost as soon as we were in through the door my
jeans were round my ankles and we had a quick, frantic fuck on the living
room floor.

   A few minutes later, after we caught our breath, I had to ask about the
amazing surprise she had just given me.

   "So you really didn't bring clothes for the weekend?"

   "Well I did bring along a little something as evening wear - I'll just
nip to the bathroom for a minute or so."

   She picked up her handbag and left the room, returning a minute or so
later having put on a pair of black stockings and suspenders and thin gold
chain around her waist.  Her neatly trimmed pussy was nicely framed, and
with her hair brushed and a touch of make up she would have turned heads
even if she wasn't still essentially naked.

   "I think this goes nicely with my boots, don't you?"

   "You look good enough to eat!"

   "Speaking of eating, shall we go out for dinner tomorrow night?  I could
really go for an Italian meal if you know of a decent place."

   "Of course - were you thinking of doing some shopping tomorrow?"

   "No, I have no intention of going home with anything more than I arrived
with.  Don't you like my evening look?"

   "It's amazing, but..."

   "In that case book us a nice table and don't worry about it."

   I sorted dinner out - I'm no Jamie Oliver but I can do very passable
curry when I put my mind to it - and Linzi took off her stockings and
boots, electing to dine completely au naturel.  She wandered out into the
back garden for a little while, as it was a mild evening and it was still
light outside, and I was treated again to the sight of her doing a standing
pee down the drain in the evening light.  I don't know if she realised I
could see her, but I knew she wouldn't be bothered either way.  She had a
thing about peeing outside when she could, and although I'm not into water
sports as such I always enjoyed seeing her empty her bladder in unexpected
places.

   I was intrigued by what she had planned for the following evening, and I
was almost drooling at the thought.  I quickly checked her bag and pockets
while she was outside and there was no sign of any scrunched up piece of
clothing.  The scarf that she wore around her neck was nowhere near big
enough to cover her up, although it might just have been possible to
fashion it into a very skimpy top.  Her coat was too bulky to wear indoors,
and surely she didn't think she could get away with sitting at a restaurant
table in just her birthday suit?

   After dinner we chilled out with a couple of drinks in front of the
telly.  Between leisurely bouts of cunnilingus and general fondling and
nibbling I asked a bit more about her uninhibited attitude towards nudity.
To my slight surprise she didn't think of herself as a naturist and had
never been to a naturist club or to a designated nude beach.  She had been
on a few holidays where the beaches were more or less clothes optional and
really enjoyed it, but thought of naturists as humourless middle aged
vegetarians whose idea of a good time was volleyball followed by a cold
shower.  At the time I hadn't had much direct experience of naturism
myself, but I was hoping to find a willing partner.  I had hoped that Linzi
would be into the idea, but it looked like some persuasion might be needed.

   The next morning I woke up with Linzi straddling my morning woody and
she came twice before I shot my load - I'd love to say it was my technique,
but she did all the hard work and I only lasted as long as I did because my
balls were well drained from the previous night.  While she disappeared
into the shower I rang up and reserved us a table at Antonio's, a well
loved local trattoria owned and run by former lorry driver from Manchester
who was about as Italian as I was.  After that the morning proceeded at a
leisurely pace; I recommend having a naked young woman around the house as
an antidote to boredom.

   After lunch and watching the sports round up Linzi asked if I had a
camera (digital cameras and camera phones were still a little way into the
future).  I was never much of a photographer but I had a serviceable Canon
point and shoot that still had most of a 36 exposure film to use up.  As I
hoped, she wanted to try a bit of readers' wives style photography, and I
was happy to oblige.  I took a couple of quick nude snaps in the back
garden, and then she suggested that we could go out for some fresh air. 
She pulled on her boots and put on her coat but only tied the belt, leaving
the buttons undone.

   "It's a proper flasher mac, so I'm going to be a flasher this afternoon.
I hope you can keep a steady hand!"

   "I'll try my best!"

   We started off just in front of my house as a trial run.  Linzi stood by
my car and, once I said I was ready, opened her coat and flashed the
goodies.  It seemed straightforward enough, so we headed around to the
local park and got two or three more nice shots, including a couple with
people in the background.When I got them developed one of those first few
photos turned out really well and the others were all OK, but there was
nothing especially daring yet.

   We moved on to a footbridge that crossed the railway track and would
take us into town.  I got a couple of really good ones here, as it was
reasonably quiet and we would have been able to hear if anybody was coming
up in enough time not to be totally busted, although I think what we were
up to would have been pretty obvious.  Once she had her coat open Linzi
didn't need to close it again in a hurry and was able to concentrate a bit
more on posing, which she was clearly enjoying.  For one of them she
squatted with her legs apart and lightly fingered herself, which is one of
the horniest sights I have ever seen.

   We then headed towards the town centre to try some more risky shots. 
Just after we had crossed the bridge we came to a phone box which seemed
like a good opportunity, and Linzi posed holding the door open - we were
now on a residential street so she could have been seen from one of the
houses (and probably was) or by a passing car, although we weren't aware of
anybody noticing what we did.

   As we came into the town centre things became a bit more challenging,
partly because there were more people around and it was difficult to be
discreet.  Linzi had no desire to get into trouble, so any flashing had to
be very quick, and taking photos in the street could draw attention even
without any skin being on display.  These days nobody bats an eyelid if you
take pictures on your phone in the frozen food aisle of a supermarket, for
example, and I've managed to get a good number of flashing photos in all
kinds of locations on my trusty Samsung, but back the 90s it wasn't so
easy. Anyway, our first couple of attempts - in a shop doorway and by the
'pay and display' sign in a car park came to nothing, either because it was
just too busy or because people were helpfully waiting for me to take the
picture before they walked past.

   After a bit of a re-think we managed a few crafty flashing shots among
the shoppers.  The town centre isn't much to write a home about, but a
handful of old buildings had survived the developers and there were still a
few nooks and corners that could be considered photogenic.  Probably the
most daring was when she sat on a bench in front of Marks and Spencer and I
crouched down for a low angle photo.  She opened her legs and I got a great
shot of her bare pussy just outside the country's number one knicker
retailer.  There was a narrow passage between two buildings that also
worked well for us - it wasn't wide enough for two people to pass, so she
didn't have to worry about anybody coming from behind and could see if
anybody was approaching over my shoulder.  As it happens an older couple
did come into the passage behind me as I took the shot - I don't know how
much they saw but Linzi said she got a very cheeky grin as they walked
past.

   After an hour or so we decided to head back the way we came.  When we
got to the footbridge Linzi decided that we should get a few more snaps
there, and when we were on the bridge and had it to ourselves she removed
her coat completely and struck a few very provocative standing poses like a
professional porn starlet.  I suppose it only took 2 minutes at the most,
but it was incredibly exciting for both of us and when she put her coat
back on washed back to my place for another frenzied quickie.

   Once we had caught our breath she decided that it was time to get ready
for the evening and disappeared into the bathroom for a lengthy session of
whatever it is that ladies do to get themselves ready for a night out.  My
own preparations consisted of digging out a not too badly creased shirt, a
pair of chinos and brown leather loafers - not exactly Mr Stylish, but
smart enough for Antonio's.  I then had plenty of time for a mug of tea and
some quality time with the telly, before Linzi came down looking good
enough to eat in her black stockings and suspenders, gold chain round her
waist and nothing else.

   "Shall we go?  I'll just put my boots on."

   "OK."

   I put my jacket on, Linzi put on her coat and picked up her handbag and
off we went.  It only took about 10 minutes to drive there, but all the
time my mind was buzzing and my cock was twitching (I was going commando,
as I generally did when out with Linzi).  As we entered the restaurant, she
excused herself and headed to the ladies toilet.  A couple of minutes later
she emerged, spotted where I was sitting and took off her coat and handed
it to the waiter to hang up.  She was wearing one of my best shirts, a blue
Ralph Lauren that had been a Christmas present a couple of years back.  It
looked a lot better on her than it ever did on me - she had rolled the
sleeves up to the elbows, used her gold chain as a belt and done up just
enough buttons to be decent.  She walked over, flashing her stocking tops
with every step but not quite showing her pussy, and before she sat down
leaned over to kiss me, giving me a clear view of her tits.  I don't know
how much anybody behind us saw, but she had already turned a few heads.

   "I hope you don't mind me borrowing this, but I didn't have anything
else to wear!"

   "You look amazing!"

   "I had to scrunch it up a bit to get it in my bag, but it was only for a
little while."

   "Did you go into one of the cubicles to put it on?"

   "I'm afraid so, I was tempted to put it on standing in front of the
mirror but I bottled out at the last minute."

   "The night is still young..."

   For the next couple of hours we enjoyed a very pleasant Italian meal -
"Antonio" may have been a Mancunian trucker but he was sensible enough to
employ a very talented chef from Perugia in the kitchen.  The service was
attentive, no doubt helped by the waiters getting a perfect view of Linzi's
bare tits down the shirt she was almost wearing, and probably a generous
expanse of thigh above her stocking tops as well.  For once she went easy
on the drink, only having a couple of glasses of wine, and was quite
ladylike if you overlooked the amount of skin she was showing.

   Finally, it was time for coffee, a brandy for Linzi (I was driving so I
just had a cappuccino) and the bill.  I got one of the waiters to take a
couple of photos of us (I wanted to use up the film and get it developed),
which he seemed more than happy to do, especially as he almost certainly
got a glimpse of pussy.  I had already dared Linzi to change in the main
area of the ladies' toilet, and to hand me my shirt back before we left, so
while I was settling up she got her coat and disappeared for a minute or
two.  She then reappeared with the belt on her coat tied but the buttons
still undone, and had my shirt in her hand.  She passed it to me, thanked
me for letting her wear it and we left, aware that half the people in there
knew exactly what was going on.  As we headed across the car park she undid
the belt on her coat and let it fall open, and stayed like that in the
passenger seat as I drove back.

   On the way home told me that the evening had been even more enjoyable
than she expected.  She also told me that one of the cubicles in the ladies
was occupied when she went in to slip my shirt off, which made it a bit
more exciting, and that another slightly older woman came in just as she
was putting her coat on.  The other woman just said that she hoped I
enjoyed the sexy treat Linzi was about to give me, and that she had done
the same thing herself before and it had always worked well.

   We were both still buzzing when we got home, and ended the day with a
third energetic bout of horizontal jogging on my sofa.

   Linzi had to leave the following morning, so after a quick breakfast I
drove her to the station.  There were still 3 exposures left on the film,
so I suggested that we leave early and try to get a few more flashing
photos.  As it was Sunday morning before the shops opened it was pretty
quiet around the town, so I was able to get a good shot of her flashing
under the 'pay and display' sign and a couple on the platform, the last one
just as the train arrived.

   That weekend had been the high point of my sex life so far, and even
more than 20 years later it's still close to the top of the pile.  There
were more adventures to come with Linzi, and at some point I will write
about the more memorable occurrences, but that was an incredible couple of
days of flashing and fucking.