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 ï>¿Innocence Lost by Ingenue_79

   "Innocence Lost" tells of a trip to the beach that takes an unexpected
turn when I am exposed in public by a girlfriend.  Being 'forced' to be
naked in public fulfils long time fantasy and awakens dormant exhibitionist
desires, unlocking the door to a new exciting life.

   It is a true story.  No names have been changed to ensure that the
guilty are fully implicated.

   Although there is a degree of coercion involved, the participation of
the parties is consensual.  I believe that everyone is free to choose what
he or she does in all aspects of their lives and where to draw the line. 
This is especially true in for relationships, love, and participation in
sexual activities.

   If you enjoy "Innocence Lost" please let me know and give me
encouragement to continue writing.

   If you do not like it or have any suggestions for improving my writing I
would like to hear from you also.

   Even if you don't really have anything to say about the story please
just e-mail me just to say hi anyway.

   Love

   Ingenue

   *

   My name is Catherine.  I am twenty-seven years old and live in Adelaide,
Australia.  I am single, well sort of.  I have a boyfriend but I don't
think he is really 'the one', if you know what I mean, so the less said
about him the better.

   For those of you who care and are statistically minded I am above
average height at around 168 cm, slim weighing 52 kilograms and my so
called vital statistics, don't ask me what is so vital about them, are
83,57,84.  Yes we are metric down under.

   To complete the picture I have long dark hair, brown eyes, a warm smile
and a great butt.  I am very happy with what I see when I look in the
mirror, although, I have no illusions about ever being asked to become the
next face of Revlon or ever making it as a Playboy centrefold.

   One morning last Summer I awoke to find the sun streaming in through my
bedroom window.  It looked like another perfect Adelaide Summer day.

   Sara, my housemate was already up.  I could hear her clunking around in
the kitchen, presumably getting breakfast.

   It was Sunday, I looked at the clock and it was just after ten.  The
past few weeks had been very hectic and I was not in any hurry to get up. A
few extra minutes in bed would be a rare indulgence.

   I stretched, kicked off the sheet and looked at my naked body.  Not too
bad, I thought as I lay there struggling to wake up from a deep restful
sleep.

   I observed my small B cup breasts, flat stomach, shaved pubic area and
long slender legs.

   Instinctively, my fingers grazed my breasts, pausing briefly to tease my
sensitive nipples until they were hard and standing erect, then continuing
down over my stomach, coming to rest lightly on my smooth, and already
moist labia.

   As if they had a mind of their own, two of my fingers started moving in
a slow clockwise circular motion around my distended clitoris, momentarily
pausing to lubricate with the juices from my wet pussy.

   I remember experiencing a sense of detachment, as if a ghostly lover was
in my bed leading me on a sensual journey that would take me to a glorious
early morning orgasm.

   As the familiar sensations began to spread through my body I let myself
surrender to the pleasure thinking, oh fuck yes, an orgasm would be the
perfect to start the day.

   With out conscious thought my fingers increased the speed and the
pressure as they circled and stimulated my throbbing clitoris.  It seemed
that they understood and fully appreciated my need and were committed to
give me the ultimate pleasure.

   I could feel the signs of an approaching orgasm and my whole body was
trembling in anticipation when the door suddenly opened and Sara, bless her
heart, came into my room carrying a tray with freshly made vegetable juice,
half a grapefruit and some lightly buttered, wholemeal toast.

   "Good morning Catherine," she beamed, looking absolutely delicious in
her small yellow bikini.

   The sight of Sara's trim body, cute pert breasts, prominent nipples and
small tight ass, barely covered by her tiny bikini stirred desires in me
that I reluctantly pushed aside as I remembered last night's arrangement to
spend today at the beach.

   "Don't want to rush you sleepyhead, but the sun is shining and the beach
is waiting.  She paused, then added with a wry knowing smile and a laugh,
"And from where I am standing, it looks like a dip in some cold water is
probably just what you need."

   I don't think she actually saw me playing with myself, but I'm sure she
knew what had been going on behind the door only moments before she made
her untimely entrance.

   I was still lying there on my bed completely naked and my state of
arousal and hard, erect nipples were very obvious.  She probably noticed my
moist, sticky fingers and wet puffy labia that were tingling from the
recent attention of my phantom lover's tender but demanding fingers.

   I sat up, trying to discreetly wipe my juices from my fingers while
pulling the sheet up to my waist, as she to set the breakfast tray down on
my lap.  As she took her hand away the back of her fingers 'accidentally'
brushed my breast lingering for an instant on my hard, sensitive nipple.

   She looked at me and smiled.

   Just to set the record straight Sara and I are not lovers.  She is gay
and has a girlfriend.  I love her dearly and often fantasise about making
love to her but I would never do anything to jeopardise her relationship or
our very special and treasured friendship.  Of course the fact that we do
not have an intimate sexual relationship does not stop us flirting with
each other and we know each other's most private secrets, desires, hopes,
dreams and of course fantasies.

   "Sara!" I exclaimed, feigning surprise at her touch while delighting in
the brief physical contact that sent a pleasant thrill from my breast to my
very core adding to the dampness between my legs.

   "Hush Catherine, eat your breakfast and let's get down to the beach, I
am dying to go for a swim this morning."

   To say I love the beach is an understatement.  The freedom of being
almost naked, feeling the warm sun on my bare skin and the sensation of
gliding silently through cold, clear, salty water are simple pleasures,
which really take some beating.  Like Sara, I couldn't wait.

   By the time I had showered and changed Sara had her car out of the
garage and was sitting in the driver's seat waiting for me.

   We had decided not to go to Maslin's, the only legal nude beach near
Adelaide, so bikinis were the order of the day.  I had chosen my favourite
small black bikini.  It is the briefest in my collection, apart from a pair
with g-string bottoms, which I thought might not be appropriate for a visit
to a popular family beach.

   As we drove to the beach we chatted about girl stuff and soon found
ourselves parking, locking the car and looking for a nice spot on the
beach.

   It was a beautiful day.  The sky was blue, there was no wind and the sea
was calm with just a small wave breaking close to the shore.  As it was
still quite early the beach was relatively uncrowded.

   As we put our towels and bags on the sand I said to Sara, "Race you to
the water."

   As if not interested such a childish suggestion, Sara pretended to
ignore me and made as if to settle down on the sand.  Then, without
warning, she took off as fast as she could for the surf, looking back over
her shoulder and calling, "Come on Catherine, catch me if you can."

   Her sudden move took me by surprise giving her a few metres start but I
caught her just as she reached knee deep water.  I put my hands on her
shoulders, pushed, and we both went crashing headlong into the oncoming
wave.

   We swam, body surfed and played in the water until we were both
exhausted and then made our way back to our towels.  I spread my towel on
the sand and lay down to rest and relax while soaking up some glorious
sunshine.

   As we sat on the beach eating salad and drinking some wonderful chilled
Riesling I was thinking that life could not get much better than this.

   As the hours drifted past we dozed and by what I guessed was mid
afternoon it was quite warm and certainly time for another swim, maybe the
last one before heading home.  I turned to Sara, who appeared to be asleep,
leaned over kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered in her ear to let
her know that I was going into the water.

   Sara stirred, dreamily opened her eyes and said, "Hang on Catherine,
I'll come with you I need to cool off too."

   She got up, took off her sunglasses and said, with a mischievous glint
in her eye, "I dare you to go in without your top this time."

   Surprised by her suggestion, I hesitated, then lamely managed to say,
"What Sara?"

   "You heard me Catherine, I dare you to go swimming topless and show
everyone on the beach your cute little breasts.  Come on it will be fun."

   Well it may have been the wine or maybe just the thought of the pleasure
of swimming without my bikini top but I found myself thinking that it was a
great idea.  Of course, I'm absolutely sure my interest had nothing to do
with my sense of excitement about the prospect of having my breasts exposed
in public.

   Being topless was really nothing new, after all we regularly went to
Maslin's where it was legal to swim naked and sometimes went topless at
other beaches if there were not too many people around, but this was
different.  Here we were at a popular and now quite crowded public beach,
where the sight of women swimming topless was virtually unknown or at least
very rare.

   I turned to look at Sara who had a huge smile on her face.  "I will if
you do Sara," I said, naively thinking that Sara would probably chicken
out.

   I should have known better, because with out hesitating Sara reached
around and undid the tie on her bikini top, took it off and casually threw
it on her towel.

   I glanced around and it seemed that no one was taking any notice, except
perhaps for one or two sitting close by who were discretely watching us,
their curiosity aroused by what was unfolding, or perhaps more correctly,
who was undressing, in front of them.

   "Well Catherine," Sara said with a big grin, "Now it's your turn."

   Not to be outdone I undid my bikini top, took it off and dropped it on
the sand.

   I took Sara's hand, I think for moral support, and we walked casually to
the water.

   I was aware that now people close by were watching us and the pleasure
of having the sunshine and gentle breeze caress my breasts combined with
the thought being topless in public had an almost immediate effect with my
nipples hardening.

   We waded out into the water until we could only just stand.  The cool
refreshing water was right up to my chin and I could feel the current swirl
across my naked breasts and now aching nipples.

   Sara came over and put her hands on my waist.  She looked deeply into my
eyes and said, "You love this don't you Catherine."

   "What do you mean Sara?" I asked innocently.

   "You know very well what I mean Catherine, you like exposing yourself in
public, you enjoy exhibiting yourself, it turns you on."

   Sara knows very well that I have exhibitionist fantasies and would like
to expose myself, or even better still be forced to expose myself in public
by someone else.

   "Well Catherine," Sara smiled, "Today one of your fantasies is going to
come true." With that she pulled the string ties at both sides of my bikini
bottoms and quickly pulled the now separate pieces of material away.

   Taken by surprise, I was slow to react and Sara struck out for the shore
swimming with quick, powerful strokes.

   I went after her but before I could catch her she was in shallow water
and wading for the shore.  At that stage I realised I couldn't go after her
without everyone on the beach seeing that I was naked.

   Sara stood at the water's edge, idly twirling my bikini bottoms in the
air.  "Come on Catherine," she teased me.  "Come and get them."

   "Sara", I pleaded, "You can't do this to me, please."

   "Oh yes I can Catherine, and I am doing it.  You will have to come out
of the water sooner or later and, by the way, I am leaving in fifteen
minutes so if you don't come out by then...."

   She left the sentence unfinished but the implication was clear.  If I
did not come out of the water soon I would have no way of getting home. 
And, oh my god, if Sara took my clothes when she left....  The very thought
sent shivers of fear and excitement down my spine.

   "Sara," I called from my position crouched in the shallow water, "Please
don't do this to me, not here, there are too many people."

   "Now, Catherine don't be such a baby, I know you want this, I know you
are already tingling.  Anyway, better make up your mind soon because I'm
out of here in, well, now let's make it ten minutes."

   With that she turned and walked back to her towel and bag.  I watched as
she put on her bikini top, folded her towel and put it in her bag.  She
bent down, picked up my bikini top from where I had dropped it and put it,
together with my bottoms in her bag.

   Sara looked at me and waved.  She held up my towel and beckoned me to
come and get it.

   I reasoned that I couldn't stay in the water forever and sanctuary in
the form of my towel was only, I guessed forty or fifty meters away.

   I took a deep breath and stood up.  The water was barely up to mid thigh
so I was totally exposed but I walked, with as much confidence as I could
muster, out of the water and up the beach.

   Well, if only a few people noticed us walk down to the water topless, I
don't think anyone missed me walking up the beach completely naked.  I felt
as if every eye was on me.  I was aware that my small breasts were jiggling
as I walked, my nipples were hard and my bald pussy was very much on
display.

   Out of a sense of dignity, I resisted the urge to run the short distance
to the safety of my towel.  I walked proudly and purposefully hoping that
my unsteady legs would not betray me, knowing that Sara was right I did
want this, I did enjoy it, it did turn me on.

   At last I reached the spot where Sara was waiting for me holding my
towel.  She wrapped it around me and took me in her arms.

   I heard isolated pockets of applause, some complimentary comments, as
well as one female voice telling someone, maybe a boyfriend, not to "look
at that disgusting slut walking up the beach."

   Sara gave me a kiss on the cheek as she held me tightly, "Well done
baby, I knew you could do it, you were magnificent."

   I struggled to reply, my pulse was racing and I was having difficulty
breathing, so I just gave up trying to get out any words and simply nodded.

   "That good was it?" Sara laughed.  Again I simply nodded, because it
was.

   I would never have thought that something so simple as walking naked up
the beach in front of a shocked but mostly admiring crowd would get me so
aroused.  My nipples were aching, thankfully getting some relief from being
pressed against Sara's body as she held me.  My pussy was tingling; in fact
it was throbbing demanding attention that I could not give it.  Not just
yet anyway.

   Sara turned, picked up her bag and turned to walk towards the car.

   "Sara." I called after her, "What about my bikini?"

   She turned and smiled back over her shoulder and said, "Don't worry
Catherine it is safely in my bag and if you are very good I will give it to
you when we get home."

   I tried to adjust the towel so that it covered all the bits that should
be covered but it was hopeless.  As I followed Sara to the car I was
acutely aware that everyone behind me had an unobstructed view of my naked
ass.  No doubt the people in front of me could see my bald pussy as the
towel flared up with each stride I took as I ran to catch up to her.

   I caught Sara just before she reached the car.  "Sara, surely you aren't
going to make me ride all the way home like this?"

   "Why not Catherine," she replied, "I know this is one of your fantasies,
I know you want me to make you do it, I can see the excitement in your
eyes. I bet your pussy is dripping, isn't it?"

   I knew Sara wasn't expecting me to answer what was clearly a rhetorical
question just as she knew very well that she was absolutely right.

   During the short drive home Sara did most of the talking and in no time
she stopped the car in the driveway at the front of our house.  "Well
Catherine here we are and it wasn't that bad was it?"

   True, the drive home had been relatively easy.  My towel and the tinted
windows of the car combined to hide my nudity from other motorists or
pedestrians we passed but they did nothing to dull my excitement and state
of arousal.  I had to fight an almost overwhelming need to masturbate, to
make myself cum, to have the orgasm that now I so desperately needed.

   I'm sure Sara wouldn't have minded if I had thrown off the towel, spread
my legs and succumbed to my demanding cunt.  In fact I think she would have
encouraged me and enjoyed my loss of control and orgasm almost as much as
me.

   But here we were.  I had made it and without totally losing all my
self-respect and dignity.

   Sara opened the car door saying, "Give me your towel Catherine."

   I hesitated, then passed it to her thinking she would go to the boot and
get out my bikini, but instead she headed straight for the front door, put
her key in the lock, let her self in and closed the door behind her.

   I waited for her to return but there was no sign of her.  It was clear
that Sara expected me to get out of the car and walk up the driveway to the
front door stark naked.

   I sat in the car for few minutes not really sure what do to.  Being
naked on the beach was one thing, but walking from the car to my front door
in full view of neighbours who may happen to be watching was a very
different matter.

   But Sara was right this was one of my fantasies.  I did want to be
forced to expose myself in public, so taking a deep breath, I opened the
car door and stepped out closing the door behind me.

   As I started the journey to our front door I heard the ominous sound of
the car doors being locked, presumably by Sara with the remote from inside
the house.

   Slowly, with as much composure as I could muster, I walked up to the
front door only to find it locked.

   Panic hit me, a sickening feeling right down deep in the pit my stomach.
I was stranded, I couldn't go back to the locked car, all I could do was
ring the door bell and hope that Sara would not make me wait too long.

   I rang the bell.  Seconds passed, maybe minutes.  I rang the bell again.
I was vaguely aware of cars driving past in the street.  Whether people in
the cars saw me I don't really know, but I am sure some of the cars slowed
as they went past, maybe to get a better look.

   One thing I was acutely aware of was my now urgent need and the
incessant throbbing emanating from my loins that seemed to be consuming my
whole body and my mind.

   I rang the bell again, waited and rang again.

   At last the door opened and there was Sara.  "Oh, hi Catherine it's you,
I wondered who could be at the door," she said with a laugh and huge smile
as she stood aside to let me in.

   "Sara you bitch how could you do that to me?" I scolded her in mock
outrage as I rushed past hurrying to get to the privacy of my room.

   I closed the door, collapsed on my bed and automatically my hand found
it's way between my legs.

   As my fingers made contact with my wet aching pussy and hard throbbing
clit I came in one of the most powerful, shattering, orgasms that I have
ever experienced that seemed to last for several minutes.  My whole body
was racked with orgasmic spasms, I felt as if I was suffocating and I am
sure that I lost consciousness for a few seconds, maybe longer.  Fuck it
was amazing!  Absolutely fucking wonderful!

   As I slowly regained my senses I became aware of the late afternoon
sunshine, the sound of birds outside my window, a pleasant dull ache
between my legs, a large wet patch on my sheets and the sound of suppressed
laughter outside my door.

   There was a knock at the door.  "Catherine are you all right?  It sounds
like world war three in there." It was Sara, who had obviously been outside
listening.

   I turned on my side, curled up pulling a pillow between my legs and
pressed it against my hot wet cunt, imagining it was my lover, maybe Sara.
I smiled to myself savouring the moment and enjoying the glow that comes
after such intense release and total sexual satisfaction.

   "Yes Sara, thank you, everything is absolutely wonderful." I'm not sure
if she heard me.

   The day at the beach with Sara had certainly not turned out as I had
expected.  I had discovered the thrill of being exposed in public, one of
my fantasies had been fulfilled and my appetite for exhibitionism had well
and truly been whetted.

   At the time I had no idea of the implications and consequences of what
had just started out as a simple day at the beach.  That day my life
changed and the next day I would get a glimpse of a different future.  And
what part Bethany would play in it.

   But that is another story, or more correctly those are other stories and
I will keep that, or them, for another day.



   The Next Day by Ingenue_79



   The Next Day - Catherine meets Bethany and they indulge in a little
exhibitionism and masturbation.

   "The Next Day" is the sequel to "Innocence Lost", which is a true
account of what happened one day last summer when Sara exposed me at a
public beach forcing me to be naked in public.

   "The Next Day" tells how the following day I return to the same beach
and meet Bethany who is in Adelaide on holidays with her family.  It
doesn't take long to find that my new friend and I have some interests in
common which we begin to explore together.



   It is not essential to read "Innocence Lost" to appreciate what happened
"The Next Day", which stands alone and is complete in it's own right.  You
may want to read it, however, if you are interested in the circumstances
leading up to "The Next Day" or if you want learn a little more about me or
Sara.  There is a physical description of me in "Innocence Lost" so I have
not repeated it here.

   I hope you like "The Next Day".  When you have read it please vote and
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   Thank you to everyone who takes the trouble to e-mail me.  I look
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   Love

   Ingenue

   xx

   Memories of the previous day at the beach with Sara dominated my
thoughts as I emerged from a deep refreshing sleep.  I could recall every
detail of our adventure as if it was a movie playing in my mind, some
scenes so clear and graphic that it seemed they were in slow motion.

   The euphoria brought about by the wonderful orgasm that was the
culmination of our exploits the day before remained and the stain on my
crumpled sheets was undeniable evidence of my intense arousal and extreme
physical pleasure.

   I lingered, savouring the sensation before getting out of bed, slipping
on black lace panties and a black singlet top and going to the kitchen to
put on the kettle to make some tea.  I thought about breakfast but it was
still too early to make such important decisions, so I simply took my green
tea and the morning newspaper out onto the back patio.

   It was another beautiful day.  I looked at my watch, it was not quite
eight o'clock and already the temperature was soaring.  The sun was a
dazzling disc of incandescent white fire magically suspended in an endless
clear blue sky.  There was a gentle breeze blowing off the ocean that
caused the branches of the trees to sway hypnotically, but giving little
relief from the intense heat.  It was shaping up to be another perfect
Australian summer day.

   I was disappointed to find the news in the paper was mostly bad and
tossed it aside as Sara walked out on to the patio.  She was wearing black
boy leg panties, my panties I noticed, that accentuated her shapely butt
and a white cut off t-shirt that barely reached her waist, revealing her
cute belly button.

   She had just got out of bed and still had the dreamy look in her eyes of
one who was not yet fully awake.

   Even with no make up and dishevelled hair she looked gorgeous.  The
sight of her reminded me that we live in a world filled with incredible
beauty and wonderful people, reviving my spirits, which had been
momentarily dampened by the morning news.

   She walked up behind me, put one hand on my shoulder and with the other,
swept my hair up from the back of my neck before giving me a soft,
lingering kiss on the sensitive spot where my neck becomes my shoulder. 
The delicate touch of her moist lips sent a shiver down my spine and made
my heart beat pleasantly faster.

   I had rehearsed in my mind a speech to chide her for her naughty
behaviour the previous day, but as I was about to speak she smiled
disarmingly and said, "Good morning darling, did you sleep well?"

   I wasn't actually angry with her and any admonishment would have only
been tongue in cheek but, after such a delightful greeting, all I could do
was laugh and assure her that I had a wonderful sleep and was feeling
great.

   "So what have you got planned for today Catherine," she said as she
settled comfortably on the chair next to mine.

   The summer holidays were fast coming to an end and I would be back at
work in a little over two weeks.  Sara is a student and to help pay her way
through university had taken a summer job with an accounting firm in the
city.  I smiled to myself knowing that she was envious of me being able to
spend the whole day doing just as I pleased while she had to work.

   Actually I had no real plans, maybe a visit to the gym, definitely a
walk along the beach, a swim and not much else.  I had planned, if you
could call it planning, a day of total rest and relaxation, pure
self-indulgence.

   I sipped my tea and we chatted until Sara went to get ready, packed her
things and left home to go to work.

   Left alone my mind wandered back to the previous day.  Memories of my
forced exposure at the beach, the journey home in the car with just a towel
to preserve my modesty and my naked walk form the car to the front door,
brought about a pleasant tingling in my loins.

   I settled back in my chair and slipped my hand down the front of my
panties.  It was no surprise to find that my smooth, bald pussy was moist
and sensitive to my touch.

   Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, I raised my butt off
the chair and slipped them down over my thighs, past my knees to my ankles
and kicked them off.

   I leaned back in my chair, put my feet up on the small table in front of
me and spread my legs.  I felt a pleasant sensation as the gentle breeze
caressed and cooled my hot wet pussy.  It did nothing though, to extinguish
the tiny spark that I knew would soon become a raging fire deep inside my
cunt.  There would only be one way to deal with that.

   My left hand found its way back between my legs and sought my aching
clit.  Starting with slow, gentle circular motions, my fingers teased my
clit until it was hard and throbbing.

   My right hand was under my singlet gently cupping my left breast, my
fingers coaxing my small nipple to become hard and erect, sending
delightful tremors to join the waves of pleasure emanating form my cunt,
both conspiring to bring me slowly but surely to a much needed orgasm.

   Memories of me naked and on display at the beach the day before fired my
imagination.  My fingers following a well practised journey, slid from my
clit to my labia repeatedly tracing the length of my wet pussy lips from
the top down the full length to the bottom and back again, harder and more
insistent now to match my growing desire.

   I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, faint at first but definitely there,
building slowly.  My fingers switched back to my clit as I become impatient
to reach my goal.  I needed to cum now.

   My fingers increased the pressure and the pace.  Faster and harder, from
side to side.  My other hand was squeezing my breast, my finger and thumb
pinching my nipple, hard, so hard it hurt, the pain adding to my pleasure.
Closer, closer, nearly there.

   Suddenly my mind shifted gear.  I pictured myself on a beach.  Naked,
lying on my back on the sand, my legs spread, back arched, hips raised.  I
was masturbating.  A group of people, maybe ten or a dozen, were gathered
around watching me as my fingers frantically rubbed my engorged clit.  I
could hear their muffled voices and almost feel their hot breath on my
naked body as they edged closer for a better view.  Of fuck yes that's what
I wanted.  I wanted them to see me naked.  I needed to be naked in front of
them.  A slut, a naked slut, legs spread wide, wet cunt exposed, fucking
myself for all to see.  Some reached out tentatively to touch me, excited,
turned on by my performance, wanting a part of it, wanting a part of me. 
One woman moved closer, reaching out to touch my breast.  I gasped as she
took my nipple between her finger and thumb...

   The vivid images in my mind and my skilled fingers pushed me over the
edge.  I was cumming.  "Oh fuck yes." I succumbed totally as a crushing
orgasm obliterated everything else beneath massive waves of pleasure that
consumed my mind and my body.  I was on the verge of unconsciousness; my
body was rigid, shaking uncontrollably.  I was not breathing.  I teetered
on the verge of panic; panic mixed with euphoria that I had never
experienced before, better than any drug I could ever imagine.  I was
scared; scared of being totally consumed by the exquisite pleasure, scared
that maybe I will never want to emerge from its addictive grip.  To stay
like this forever on the ultimate high.

   Slowly I descend from the peak of arousal.  Gradually I became aware of
the sound of the breeze and the birds in the trees.  I open my eyes, slowly
trying to adjust to reality and the bright sunlight.  My breathing was
returning to normal, my heart resuming its usual rhythmical beating, no
longer pounding uncontrollably beneath my breast.  Small shudders ran
through my body, gradually diminishing in intensity.

   My orgasm subsided leaving a delightful calm in its wake but my mind was
spinning, thoughts racing through my head.  "What the fuck was that?" I
often fantasise when I masturbate but never anything like that.  The
fantasy of me as a naked slut, masturbating in public was new and scary. 
But more than that it was incredibly exciting and it was the excitement
that probably scared me the most of all.

   I pushed the thought from my mind not wanting to contemplate the
implications.  I was sure that the time would come to confront the demon
that had been awakened, but that time was not now.

   I needed a distraction; something to occupy my mind so reluctantly I
resorted to tidying the house, did a load of washing and watered the
garden. Time now to get on with other things before the day had slipped
away completely.

   While I showered I decided to skip a gym session and instead opted to go
straight to the beach.  I put on my bikini, packed my bag with a towel,
sunscreen and a bottle of water and set off.

   Arriving at the beach I found it already quite crowded.  There were
small groups of families and friends, young couples, some people on their
own, presumably all taking advantage of the last of the holidays or perhaps
taking a sickie to enjoy the beautiful summer weather.

   I picked a spot and settled down to relax and could not help but smile
as I thought about what happened the previous day, almost at this very
place.  The memories started the delightful tingling in my loins again and
I could feel my labia become moist with my secretions.

   Despite my orgasm just a few hours before I was still feeling very horny
and the dampness I could feel between my legs and probably now noticeable
on my bikini, was evidence of my arousal.

   I rested for a while before going for a swim allowing the cool, clear
salt water to envelop my body causing my nipples to harden and giving some
relief to my hot aching pussy.

   I struck out from the shore swimming freestyle with determined strokes
until I was three or four hundred meters from the beach then turned and
swam back until my fingers grazed the sand in the shallows.  There was a
pleasant ache in my shoulders and I was breathing hard, my pulse elevated
from the exertion.

   I stood up, waded ashore and walked up the beach remembering how I did a
similar thing the day before except that time there was no bikini just me;
naked as the day I was born.  The recollection rekindled my excitement and
I could feel my pussy begin to weep again.

   I spread my towel on the sand and lay down to enjoy the sensation of hot
sun on my back and the delightful tingling in my loins.

   Laying on my stomach I slipped one hand down the front of my bikini and
discreetly worked my index finger in my slippery wet cunt, not so much
intending to bring on an orgasm, but simply because it felt great.

   I was in a world of my own, the sound of the sea, fresh air, warm
sunshine and my finger buried deep in my pussy all combining to bring on a
wonderful feeling of calm contentment.

   I must have been starting to doze when I was roused by a soft female
voice.  "Hi," it said.

   Startled I looked up, quickly pulling my hand from my bikini bottoms
trying to hide an anxious look of guilt.

   Although the voice obviously belonged to a woman but it was impossible
to see her clearly as she was standing with the blazing sun directly behind
her.

   I brought my hand up to shade my eyes and returned a friendly, "Hi'.

   As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that she was about average
height, maybe around 160 centimetres, with shoulder length hair, small firm
breasts, a tiny waist, flat stomach and a nice full round butt.  It flashed
through my mind that she was probably a runner, which would account for her
cute bum and firm shapely legs.

   She was silhouetted against the sun so it was difficult to make out much
more detail but I had no doubt she was pretty.

   "Hi," the stranger offered again, "I'm Bethany".

   I searched my memory trying to recall a Bethany, couldn't so gave up and
said.  "Hi Bethany, do I know you?"

   She seemed a bit taken aback by my reply and hesitated as if unsure of
herself, maybe even embarrassed, before saying, "No you don't know me, but
I saw you here yesterday and had to come over to talk to you, I hope you
don't mind."

   My immediate thought was, "Oh Shit." I knew lots of people saw me naked
on the beach the day before but I didn't think I would ever see any of them
again let alone be confronted by one of them.

   This single thought was immediately followed by, "Oh shit, I hope she's
is not a cop!"

   Putting on a brave face and trying to give an impression of confidence
that I certainly didn't feel, I replied, "Of course not Bethany.  What can
I do for you."

   She seemed relieved by my response and sat down on the sand next to me.
I could see her better now and was stunned.  She was gorgeous.  Much
younger than I had originally thought, probably in her early twenties.  She
had dark hair; no it was jet black with piercing blue grey eyes, a cute
nose, beautiful smile and full sensual lips.

   That was as far as I got before she said, "Wow thanks, I was so nervous,
but after seeing you yesterday I just had to come over and say hello."

   As she talked I used the opportunity to take in more of the pretty young
woman sitting next to me.

   She was wearing a white top with three-quarter length sleeves under
which I could see the outline of her bikini top.  She was slim with small
firm breasts and prominent nipples that were evident even through her
clothing.

   There was a gap between her top and the white bikini bottoms that hugged
her sweet firm butt that revealed a flat stomach.  Her navel was pierced
and delightfully highlighted with a small silver heart.

   As we talked I discovered that Bethany lived in Melbourne where she was
studying Law at University.  She was here on holiday with her family
staying in some apartments just a few minutes walk along the beach.

   Apparently she had come to the beach yesterday and seen my naked display
and returned today hoping that I would be here again.

   Again I wondered just how much she had seen and what she thought of my
extraordinary behaviour.

   As if reading my thoughts Bethany said, "I think what you did was so
amazing, you are so beautiful and...." she hesitated before continuing. 
"What you did was so erotic and exciting, I just had to meet you."

   I was relieved, she certainly wasn't a cop or at least if she was
apparently wasn't here to arrest me and from her tone I guessed she
probably wasn't the woman who yesterday had called out the comment about
the "disgusting slut walking up the beach."

   She went on.  "Will you please tell me what it was like?  I would so
like to be brave enough to do something like that."

   As we talked about my experience of being exposed by Sara I discovered
that Bethany was fascinated by the thought of being naked in public and
admitted she often masturbated to exhibitionist fantasies and stories she
read on Literotica.

   As I told her about my adventures the day before she listened
attentively, totally absorbed in my story and I found myself becoming
attracted to this intriguing young woman, wondering just how far her
curiosity would take her.

   Cautiously I said, "Bethany, why don't you try it?  I don't mean
anything too outrageous.  Maybe just start by off taking your top off and
see how you feel about it."

   She seemed surprised by my suggestion and I thought maybe I had gone too
far or possibly too fast but I could see she was very interested and
extremely tempted by the idea.

   "Oh Catherine, I want to so much, but I don't know." I could see her
reluctance evaporating as she contemplated my suggestion, doubt being
pushed firmly aside by curiosity and desire.  "Will you do it as well?  I
think I could if you were topless too."

   My answer was simple.  I smiled at her, stood up, and undid my bikini
top slipping it from my shoulders and allowing it to fall from my breasts.
I stood there before her topless and could see excitement in her eyes
almost matching my own.

   Bethany hesitated.  There was no doubt she was nervous.  It would be her
first time for anything like this in public and it was a big step but one
she was ready and willing to take.

   I smiled at her in encouragement and was surprised to find that I was
becoming sexually aroused at the prospect of seeing her breasts.  Even
beneath her clothes they looked inviting and I couldn't wait for her to
reveal more.  I was keeping my fingers crossed that she didn't get cold
feet and back out now.

   "Come on." I prompted her not wanting to give her too much time to think
about it.  "You can do it and you will love it."

   She got to her feet and slowly removed her white top revealing more of
her delightful young body, her brief white bikini accentuating her golden
tan.

   She was quite slim perhaps weighing only fifty kilograms and I guessed
she would be about an eight or a ten in dress size.  Overall I thought her
measurements would be about the same as mine although it appeared that she
was a little smaller around the waist and maybe a little fuller in the
hips.

   Deliberately, perhaps savouring the moment, she reached around and undid
the clasp on her bikini.  She held the top to her breasts and allowed the
straps to fall free of her shoulders, then looking into my eyes, she smiled
mischievously and lowered it from her breasts.

   I was aware of other people on the beach watching us but my attention
was focused on the beautiful young woman standing next to me with her
beautiful breasts prominently displayed for everyone to see.

   She smiled as I took her hand and led her in the direction of the water.
I wanted to show her off to everyone on the beach proud and excited to have
her by my side as we walked together casually strolling along the beach.

   As we walked hand in hand splashing our way through the shallow water
Bethany grew in confidence enjoying her newfound freedom.

   I saw heads turn in our direction.  One man sitting with a woman,
presumably his wife or girlfriend was watching, discreetly trying not to
make it too obvious to his partner that he was enjoying the spectacle. 
Ironically, he seemed unaware that she was watching too, perhaps envious,
maybe wanting to do the same but afraid.

   A group of young guys, probably in their late teens, sitting on the sand
next to their surfboards as short distance away, were definitely enjoying
the naked show.  I am certain though none of them was enjoying it more than
I was.

   By the time we walked the length of the beach and returned Bethany was
hooked.  I could tell she was enjoying the attention and sexually aroused.
I knew I had found a kindred spirit and began to think of the possibilities
for more exhibitionism in the next week before she went back to Melbourne.

   It was getting late and as the sun was starting to dip closer toward the
sea I thought, "That was enough for her first time." I was sure there would
be other opportunities.

   We packed our things and as I prepared to head for home Bethany said,
"Catherine, thanks I've had a wonderful time." After a brief pause she
added, "I was wondering if you would like to come to our apartment, you
could have a shower before you go home, maybe we could have a drink." Again
she hesitated before adding softly; "My parents won't be back for a while
yet."

   I readily agreed wanting to prolong the pleasure of being with my new
young exhibitionist friend and certainly wanting an opportunity to make
arrangements to see her again later in the week.

   As we walked to her apartment we talked and I asked her to tell me more
about herself.

   I discovered that she didn't have a boyfriend and was stunned when she
told me she was actually only eighteen, in fact as she informed me,
eighteen years seven months and three days.  "Yikes," I thought, "She's a
kid."

   I looked again and logic told me she was telling the truth.  It
certainly made sense as she had just finished her first year at university,
but it was hard to believe.  She may have been young but she was no kid. 
She was gorgeous, intelligent, mature and wonderful company with a great
sense of humour.

   We talked as we walked along the beachfront and after a few minutes
arrived at a block of apartments on the esplanade.

   She took me up to the top floor where she opened the door revealing a
modern, beautifully furnished living room, a kitchen with gleaming
stainless steel appliances and a private balcony overlooking the sea.

   Bethany got glasses and a bottle from the fridge and poured white wines
for both of us.  We went out on to the balcony and settled comfortably in
chairs and chatted while watching surfers enjoying the small but well
shaped waves made almost perfect by the slight late afternoon offshore
breeze.

   The wines soon disappeared and Bethany got up to get refills.  As she
walked to the kitchen to the wine I took the opportunity to admire her
gorgeous butt which gyrated provocatively under her white bikini and in my
mind pictured what she would look like naked.  As I did the thought crossed
my mind, "Come on Catherine what is wrong with you?  Surely only guys do
this sort of thing!"

   Before I could find a suitable answer to my own question she returned
and refilled our glasses then excused herself saying that she needed to go
to the bathroom, mumbling something about the wine.

   She had been gone several minutes when the excitement of the afternoon
and nearly two glasses of wine had their effect on me too and I felt my own
need to use the bathroom.

   I put my glass on the table, left the balcony and walked into the
lounge. "Bethany," I called.  There was no reply.  "Bethany," I called
again.

   Still there was no reply so I set off towards a passage leading from the
kitchen where she had disappeared a few minutes before, assuming that was
the way to the bathroom.

   After a few paces I was surprised to hear what sounded like a shower
running.  A few more steps and the sound was louder.  Just a little further
and I came to a doorway where I could clearly hear the sound of running
water.

   I hesitated, the door was slightly open and I knew I should have turned,
gone back to the balcony and waited but I could not resist the temptation
to take a peek.  I edged quietly forward and was absolutely stunned by what
I saw.

   Bethany was in the shower, standing with her back pressed against the
tiled wall, the water cascading over her firm young body.  Her head was
back, slightly to one side, her lips parted and her eyes were closed.

   She was cupping her right breast in her left hand and gently rolling her
nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

   I watched fascinated as the water poured over her shoulders and between
her breasts forming a small rivulet that ran down across her stomach
drawing my attention to the centre of her sex.

   The way she was standing I could clearly see the outline of her ribs
above her taught flat stomach, narrow hips, the area between which was
slightly concave, highlighting her very prominent mons.

   Her pubic hair was trimmed very short exposing her labia that was
glistening wet, I suspect not only from the water from the shower.

   Her legs were slightly parted and her right hand was between her legs.
As I watched her fingers were moving in very small circles over her clit.
She varied the pace speeding up as if impatient to reach her goal, then
slowing as if to deny herself and prolong the pleasure.

   I knew it was wrong to watch intruding on her privacy but my legs would
not move.  I was transfixed by the sight of this beautiful young woman who,
totally absorbed in her self-pleasure, was oblivious to my presence.

   As I watched Bethany's fingers changed from stimulating her clit to
deliberate long slow strokes the full length of her labia.

   She caressed her pussy with slow sensual strokes starting at the bottom
and travelling the full length up to and finishing on her clit.  Mesmerised
I watched as she repeated the pattern, over and over and over again varying
the pace from slow to fast then slow again.

   Her breathing grew noticeably faster, each breath coming almost on top
of the one before.

   Her hand stopped mid stroke and she pressed the tip of her finger
against her pussy lips, which parted and devoured the welcome invader.

   She appeared to me in slow motion.  First the tip of her finger
disappeared, then her knuckle, then more until the whole finger was buried
in her sex.

   As her finger vanished between the soft wet folds of her labia her mouth
opened and she let out a soft moan.  "Arghhhhhh."

   She withdrew her finger until just the tip was nestled the delicate
folds of her pussy lips.  A second finger joined the first and she plunged
both deep inside her cunt letting out a deep throaty growl.

   I could see that her level of arousal was quickly reaching its peak. 
She was frantically fucking herself with two fingers.  Her other hand moved
from her breast and joined the first between her legs, furiously rubbing
her clit with hard fast short strokes.

   Her breathing now was coming in gasps.  Her body was rigid and she was
shaking as she brought herself closer and closer to her climax.

   For the first time I was aware that my own hand was down the front of my
bikini and I was matching her stroke for stroke.  I had been so totally
absorbed watching Bethany that I hadn't noticed that I had sought out my
throbbing wet pussy and I was masturbating along with her, sharing her
pleasure.

   A loud moan from Bethany brought me back to the moment.  She looked so
sexy, her young wet body rigid and shaking, fucking her cunt and rubbing
her clit and she balanced on the very edge of climax ready to push herself
over the brink.

   I was right there with her soaring to a delightful orgasm of my own.

   Suddenly she dropped her chin to her chest then threw her head back
against the wall, let out a shriek and started to convulse as her orgasm
coursed through her body in waves building in intensity and finally hitting
its mountainous peak.

   "Oh, oh ,oh, oh, yes!  Oh Fucking yes!  Fuck!  Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, oh fucking yessssssssssssss," she screamed.

   I watched in awe as she pulled two wet, sticky fingers from her cunt and
thrust them in her mouth.

   I'm not sure if she wanted to taste her own sweet juices or muffle the
endless string of obscenities pouring out as her orgasm racked her body. 
Maybe both.

   The sight was too much for me.  My own orgasm hit me suddenly, without
warning.  I was so engrossed watching Bethany that I was unaware of what
was happening in my own body until it was too late.  I leant against the
doorframe for support as I felt the delicious waves sweep through my body
and a flood of my own cum drenched my fingers.

   I heard a noise and looked up.  Bethany had slumped to the floor and was
sitting, her back against the wall, her knees drawn up and pressed against
her chest.  Her hand was wedged firmly between her legs as if trying to
contain the fire raging in her cunt.  She was breathing in sobs, her chest
heaving, her face was flushed.

   I turned away fearing that she would open her eyes and see me.  In a way
I hoped she would and beckon me to join her in the shower and ask me to
take her to bed and make sweet love to her, but it was too soon for that.
Still there was another week to go.