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   A Druid Grove by Nemo

   The barman at the Druid Grove Public House stopped wiping the counter
and let out a long, low whistle.

   "Did you see that blonde?" he whispered hoarsely to the ruddy-faced man
standing at the corner of the bar.  "The one who just popped in and slipped
into the ladies' 'loo?"

   The man laughed.  "Oh, I saw her.  There's not a red-blooded bloke in
this pub likely to miss that 'un," he said.

   The barman smiled and nodded.  "There is something about her, isn't
there?  Do you have any idea who she is?  I-I don't know why, but she looks
familiar, somehow.

   "I was just thinking the exact same thing," said another man leaning
against the end of the bar.  "She reminds me of someone, but-I don't know.
It's like maybe you've seen her on the television or something, but you
can't quite put your finger on where it is you saw her."

   "That's right," said the ruddy-faced bar patron, nodding thoughtfully.
"You know, didn't she seem a bit flustered to you chaps?  I'm thinking
maybe there's something wrong.  Maybe I should go check on her, you know?
Make sure everything's okay?"

   The barman tugged on the man's sleeve and shook his head sternly.

   "Oh, no you don't.  You just sit tight right here.  You leave that poor
lady alone.  If she's got troubles, she certainly doesn't need the likes of
you lot adding to them."

   Inside the women's restroom, the blonde woman craned her neck back over
her shoulder to study her reflection in the mirror.  She raised her arms to
shoulder height and twisted her body from side to side, looking for any
sign of a split seam or a torn hem on her brilliant white summer dress.  To
all appearances, it was a familiar, and tedious, ritual for the woman.  She
turned her right side toward the mirror, and with an almost frantic
expression on her face, she traced the seam that ran down the side of the
dress with her eyes and her fingertips, searching for any gaps.  With total
concentration, she turned and performed the same test on the other side of
the dress.

   This dress was a more loose-fitting style than most of her others, and
she was hopeful that the looser fit would help prevent any unhappy
accidents.  She tucked her thumbs under the dress's narrow shoulder straps.
She pulled up on the straps, and the soft material of the dress slid
smoothly over her body in response.  She breathed a sigh of relief.  She
herself had sewn dozens of reinforcing stitches to ensure that the shoulder
straps would stay securely fastened to the dress.  She released the straps,
and the dress slipped back down.  Loose-fitting though it might have been,
the material draped over her form in a delightful way that did nothing to
mask the woman's extraordinary figure.

   Now she turned her attention to her shimmering silk stockings.  She
raised her skirt high enough to satisfy herself that the garters that held
the stockings high up on her thighs were still securely in place.  She
extended each leg in turn, twisting it from side to side, searching
intently for any rips or runs in the stockings.  She found nothing amiss,
and her brow was furrowed with a look of puzzlement.

   Jenny-that was the woman's name-had noticed the way men's eyes followed
her every move today.  Long and bitter experience had taught her to check
frequently for anything wrong with her clothing, but everything appeared to
be perfect.  So why were all those men staring at her?  She shook her head
slowly, bit her lip in puzzlement and frustration, and turned back to the
mirror.

   She raised her right arm again, and was renewing her careful inspection
of her seams, when she heard a soft cough from behind her.  She looked up,
and in the mirror she saw a dark-haired woman who gazed at her with the
most astonishing blue-gray eyes she had ever seen.  A warm smile spread
across the woman's face.  "Hiya," the woman said, softly.

   It would be an exaggeration to say that Jenny jumped a foot.  In truth,
she probably didn't jump at all, but any witness who claimed she had jumped
could certainly be forgiven for a natural mistake.  Her sudden high-pitched
shriek caused the dark-haired woman to wince and throw her hands over her
ears.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry!  I'm so sorry!" Jenny said, red-faced and flustered.
"I-I'm awfully sorry, really.  I-I didn't know you were there.  You
startled me!  Please forgive me."

   "It's all right, dear," the dark-haired woman said, with a disarming
laugh.  "Don't you worry.  I suppose I should have banged some pans
together or something so you would know I was here.  I didn't want to
disturb you-you seemed to be having some sort of problem."

   "Oh, that!" Jenny said.  "Say, could you help me?  Is-is there anything
wrong with my clothes?"

   She turned around slowly for the other woman's inspection.

   "I-I can't help worrying that something's popped out," she said,
blushing, "or that I've tucked my skirt into the back of my panties or
something stupid like that."

   The dark-haired woman dutifully inspected Jenny's appearance, and shook
her head.  "I don't see a thing wrong with you, Miss," she said.

   Jenny smiled, and said, "Oh, thank you!"

   A curious look came over the dark-haired woman's face.

   "May I ask you a question?" she said.  "I feel a bit silly asking this,
but-your name wouldn't happen to be Jenny, would it?"

   Jenny's face turned pale.

   "How-how-how d-did you know that?" she asked, her voice trembling.

   "Oh, dear, I've given you a fright," said the dark-haired woman.  "It's
just that you put me in mind of someone I've heard about.  It was just a
wild guess, really.  You needn't be frightened-it's not witchcraft."

   She furrowed her brow and muttered, "At least, I think it's not
witchcraft."

   "Sure, it-it's just a coincidence," Jenny said with a laugh, the color
returning to her cheeks.

   "I feel so silly.  I-I've been a little jumpy ever since my husband and
I visited Stonehenge earlier this week."

   "Stonehenge?" the dark-haired woman asked, with a puzzled smile.  "Why
should visiting Stonehenge make you jumpy?"

   "Oh, it's just silly old me.  It's all in my head," Jenny said, with an
embarrassed laugh and a tap on her temple.  "I've always been fascinated by
ancient mysterious people and civilizations-Pharaohs, Vikings, Druids, all
that Gaelic sort of stuff-so my husband and I went to Stonehenge.  And when
we were standing there, I just had this overwhelming sensation-how can I
describe it?-this sense that I was actually in the presence of the ancient
ones.  I haven't been able to shake that feeling.  Ever since then, I keep
noticing odd things happening-coincidences-like you guessing my name just
now."

   Her face reddened again, and she shook her head.  "It's silly, I know
it."

   "Oh, it's not silly at all!" said the dark-haired woman.  "You know that
line from Hamlet: 'More things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in
your philosophy'?  It's no accident we've met, Jenny.  So I guess I should
introduce myself-my friends know me as Mama."

   "Glad to meet you, Mama," Jenny said, smiling politely and shaking the
woman's hand.  "I'm Jenny-but then, you already knew that."

   "Yes, I knew that," Mama said, with a sly smile.  "I'm very happy to
meet you, too."

   For the first time, Jenny took a good look at the dark-haired woman.

   Mama was dressed all in black: she wore heavy leather boots, strong
denim trousers that hugged the curves of her legs, a tank top, and a black
leather jacket.  Her body was every bit as voluptuous as Jenny's own, and
her outfit, which seemed chosen to be strictly utilitarian, did nothing to
disguise that fact.  There was a Mediterranean cast to her features.  If
she hadn't already heard the woman's soft English accent, Jenny would have
guessed she was from Italy-a land with its own share of ancient mysteries.
Mama was about Jenny's own age-possibly a couple years older-but there was
a knowing look in her eyes that seemed to reach back across centuries, and
there was something about Mama's playful smile that made Jenny think-for no
particular reason at all-about the strange sensation she had felt standing
amid the mysterious ruins at Stonehenge.

   "What did you mean when you said it's no accident we met?" Jenny asked.

   Mama arched an eyebrow and smiled sweetly.

   "Don't you believe everything that happens, happens for a purpose?" she
asked.  "I'm on my way right now to visit a druid grove just down the road.
I'm interested in ancient mysteries myself.  Would you care to join me?"

   Jenny's eyes grew wide and her face brightened.

   "A real druid grove?" she asked.  "I noticed the name of this place when
I came in, but I didn't realize there was a real druid's grove anywhere
around here."

   "It's real, so far as anyone can tell," Mama said.  "There's not a lot
that anyone knows for certain about the druids."

   "It sounds fascinating," Jenny said brightly.

   Then she frowned.  "I wish I could go with you, but I have to figure out
how I'm going to meet up with my husband again."

   "Oh?" the dark-haired woman said.  "Where is he?"

   "He wandered off yesterday," Jenny replied.  "He had to meet up with
some fellow over here who he'd met on the Internet.  I guess this guy has
done some favors for my husband, so John-that's my husband-wanted to thank
him.  Apparently this fellow is a motorcycle enthusiast, and John has
wanted a motorcycle for years.  So now I'm supposed to meet John at some
sort of motorcyclists' convention.  I've been all over town today, and I've
seen a lot of people on motorcycles, but nobody can tell me where the
Convention Center is."

   A strange expression spread across the dark-haired woman' face.

   "More things in heaven and earth," she said, with a wry smile.  "Look!"

   She turned, and showed Jenny a large colorful patch sewn on the back of
her black leather jacket.

   "Thorn Birds?" Jenny asked.

   "It's a bike club for lady bikers-birds, get it?" Mama said.  "I'm the
president of the Thorn Birds.  The only motorcycle convention you'll find
around here is the bike rally I'm going to.  The campground is just beyond
the druid grove we were talking about."

   "Campground?" Jenny said, sounding frustrated.  "Oh, why doesn't he tell
me these things!  I'm not dressed right for an outdoor event, and my
clothes are all at the hotel, way back in London.  He told me the name of
the town, and I hopped in a cab."

   "Just like a man," Mama said, shaking her head.  "Well, don't worry
about clothes.  Once we get to the campground, I'm sure the Thorn Birds
will be able to get you kitted out in something more serviceable."

   "Oh, I couldn't put you to all that trouble," Jenny said.

   "No trouble at all," Mama said.  "Always delighted to help a fellow
devotee of life's ancient mysteries.  And I know my husband will be
thrilled to meet you-if he's not, I'll have to check him for a pulse!"

   Jenny blushed and laughed.  "Okay, if you're sure.  Lead the way!"

   The ruddy-faced man at the bar drew a sharp breath.

   "I don't believe it!" he whispered.  "There's two of 'em!"

   He nudged the man at the end of the bar, and said, "Why don't you take
the blonde and I'll take the brunette?  Fair enough?" To the bartender, he
added, "Sorry, but you are on duty."

   The man at the end of the bar turned to see the two women who had just
emerged from the ladies' room.  His jaw dropped.  He seized the sleeve of
the ruddy-faced man.

   "Good Lord, man!  Don't you know who that brunette is?  That's Mama
Biker!  Her husband once went after a bloke with a chainsaw when the guy
got too chummy with the missus!"

   "Pure nonsense!" said the bartender.  "That whole story is nothing but a
bloody rumor.  They never proved a thing!"

   The ruddy-faced man, who was suddenly looking unusually pale, didn't
appear to be reassured by this news.  He sat in ashen-faced silence as Mama
Biker and Jenny brushed past him on their way to the exit.

   Mama led Jenny to a two-tone blue Kawasaki GPz 550.  She got onto the
bike, then turned to Jenny.

   "Hop on," she said brightly.

   "A motorcycle?" Jenny said, her voice trembling a bit.

   Mama laughed softly.  "What did you expect?  We're going to a bike
rally, after all."

   Hesitantly, Jenny approached the bike.

   "You-you will ride carefully, won't you?  I've only ever done this once
before."

   Her face reddened at the recollection of that previous ride, offered by
a Good Samaritan in a black leather jacket after Jenny's car had suffered a
flat tire.

   "Just get on and relax, will you?" Mama said.

   Jenny swallowed hard, and started to step onto the bike.

   "Wait!  Hold it!" Mama said suddenly.

   Jenny froze.  "What is it?" she asked.

   Mama looked down at Jenny's feet.  "Those spike heels are dangerous. 
Look, you've snagged your skirt on the heel of your shoe.  You might have
ruined that lovely dress."

   Jenny's face turned red, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she
disentangled her dress from the heel of her shoe.  "Oh, thank you!" she
said.  "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you looking out for me."

   "No problem," said Mama, whose brow was now creased with a worried look.
"You know, I'm thinking that skirt is pretty long.  We really don't want it
getting tangled up in the chain here.  Can you raise the skirt-you know,
tuck it up about six or eight inches?"

   Jenny blushed even more.  "I-I could, I guess, but then it would get all
wrinkled where I'm sitting on it, wouldn't it?"

   Mama gave Jenny a sympathetic smile and nodded.  "You're probably right,
but if the motorcycle chain catches on your skirt, it will probably rip the
whole dress right off of you.  And we'll be getting you something else to
wear once we reach the campground, anyway.  So a few wrinkles aren't that
bad, are they?"

   Jenny shook her head.  The image of the bike chain ripping her dress off
was very vivid in her mind, and it communicated Mama's point perfectly.

   Jenny started to tuck up the hem of her skirt, thinking always about the
bike chain, and tucking some more, turning the long, flowing skirt into a
sort of lumpy miniskirt, and very much aware of the smiles growing on the
faces of the men passing by as she exposed more and more of her shapely
thighs.

   "Is this okay?" she said at last, awkwardly pressing the sides of the
skirt against her thighs to prevent her work from being undone by gravity.

   Mama's eyebrows were arched in surprise, but she nodded.  Jenny had
raised the hem until she had almost exposed her panties.

   "That should be fine," Mama said.

   She stepped off the bike to help Jenny to climb on without letting go of
the hem of her skirt, then she resumed her own seat.

   "All set back there?" Mama asked.

   "Yes," Jenny said faintly.

   Mama turned the key and the engine roared to life.

   "It-it's v-vibrating quite a b-bit," Jenny observed.  "I-is th-this
normal?"

   "Oh, I know," Mama said.  "The poor thing needs a tune up, but I haven't
had time to work on it.  Are you going to be okay?"

   "I'm o-okay," Jenny said.  "It's k-kind of n-nice, a-actually."

   "Good," Mama said, smiling.  "Hold on tight!"

   She revved the engine, and the bike darted down the road.

   Jenny saw the front of her rolled up skirt flutter a bit as they zipped
along the road, and she took some consolation from the realization that the
wind couldn't get much of a purchase on her shortened skirt. 
Counterbalancing this was the fact that everyone passing by got an
excellent view of her long legs, all the way to the tops of her stockings.
She hoped that the presence of Mama on the seat before her prevented anyone
from getting a view even higher up, to her sheer white panties.

   The vibration of the motorcycle was soothing, in a strange way, and
Jenny leaned forward a bit so that she could feel more of the soothing
effect.  Her entire body shook in time to the rhythm of the engine.  It was
a moment before she realized that the shoulder straps of her dress were
moving to the rhythm, too-slowly slipping down off her shoulders.  She
hunched her shoulders to keep the straps from slipping further, but she was
too late: the straps had already passed the points of her shoulders, and in
the act of pulling her shoulders up, she actually caused the straps to slip
even more.

   Now Jenny saw her entire dress slipping inexorably down.  She winced at
the realization that her sheer lacy strapless bra would soon be exposed to
everyone on the highway.  It was one of her husband's favorites, and she
knew that her pink nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material.
She had worn it to please him; she certainly never intended that everyone
on this English roadway would see it.  The dress continued to slide down
her body.  Jenny pressed her chest against Mama's back, and tightened her
grip on Mama's body.

   "Scared?" Mama asked.  "Am I going too fast?  Not to worry-we're here
already."

   She slowed the bike and pulled over onto the grassy verge.

   The motorcycle stopped vibrating when Mama shut off the engine, but
Jenny was still shaking, and still clinging tight to Mama's body.

   Mama chuckled.  "You can let go now, Jenny.  We're here."

   Jenny waited until a string of cars had passed and the roadway was clear
before she released her hold on Mama and leaned back.  Her dress
immediately started to slip down again.  With one hand, she pressed the
dress against her chest just in time to preserve her modesty.  She breathed
a deep sigh of relief, and with the other hand she tugged the drooping
shoulder straps back up over her shoulders.

   Mama dismounted from the bike and surveyed the landscape.  "It's not as
flashy as Stonehenge," she said, "but this is really a very spiritual
place." She drew a deep breath.  "Even this close to the road and all the
petrol fumes, this place seems very clean, somehow."

   Jenny smiled and got off the bike.  She let her skirt drop back to its
full length, and felt much better.  She turned to admire the view, and took
a single step toward Mama.

   "Oh, these shoes are never going to do here," Jenny said.  "John likes
for me to wear heels, and I think they look nice, but they're not very
practical out here, are they?"

   She steadied herself against the bike, raised each foot in turn and
pulled her shoes off.

   "I'm glad it's such a nice warm day today.  It's not being disrespectful
to go barefoot here, is it?"

   Mama raised her face toward the sky.

   "It is a beautiful day, isn't it?"

   She looked down at the soft mossy path that led into the heart of the
grove.

   "As a matter of fact, it might be more disrespectful to enter the grove
with shoes on."

   She knelt and started to untie her own boots.

   Jenny smiled.  Already the cool grass felt good under her feet.  She
knew that her silk stockings would never hold up here.  She seated herself
on the bike, checked that the nearby roadway was fairly clear in both
directions, and reached under her skirt to unfasten the garters that held
up her stockings.

   "I wish we weren't so close to the road," she said, as she started to
roll the stockings down her long legs.

   Mama peeled off her black socks and wiggled her toes on the soft carpet
of moss underfoot.

   "That's much better," she said.

   She looked up to see Jenny pulling off her last stocking.

   "There's a compartment under the seat where you can put your shoes and
stockings.  Let me show you."

   In a moment the two women had stowed their footwear and started on the
pathway into the druid grove.

   "Oh, it feels wonderful," Jenny said, with a giddy laugh, as the soles
of her feet were tickled by the grass and the moss.

   "Watch where you're stepping and you should be fine," Mama said, and the
two women carefully walked deeper into the ancient grove.

   Jenny looked about with a sense of awe.

   "It looks just like any old bunch of trees," she whispered, "but you can
really sense a presence here, can't you?"

   She stopped for a moment to carefully disentangle her skirt from the
branches of a squat bush at the edge of the path.

   Mama smiled and nodded.  "You sense that in part because you enter this
grove reverently.  The presence is always there, but you are not always
open to it.  Some people say the druids worshipped trees, but I think it
might be more accurate to say they revered them.  Trees are living things,
just like people, cats, dogs, whales or dolphins.  The druids believed
that, like all other living things, a tree has a spirit."

   The wind moving through the leaves sounded like the breath of some giant
soul.  A shiver ran down Jenny's spine.

   "In this place, I can believe it," she said.

   "You might say that different trees have different personalities," Mama
continued.  "The apple tree here is thought to give wisdom and
understanding.  The bay tree over there has healing powers, and the oak is
the tree of truth.  The pine tree-sweetest of woods.  Some believe that the
ash tree is the ancestor of the human race, believe it or not.  Some trees
seem very sober and serious, and others are playful."

   "Eek!" said Jenny.  "Can you tell this one I don't want to play?"

   Her hair and her dress were snagged in the branches of a bramble tree.

   "Don't pull too hard," Mama said, laughing.

   She stepped over to help Jenny free herself from the thorny branches.

   "You must always be respectful of the trees, especially in a place like
this.  We're guests here, and we mustn't be rude."

   Carefully, she released Jenny from the last clinging branch.  The branch
sprang up, and the rustling of the leaves sounded a bit like a disappointed
sigh.

   "There are quite a few of these bramble trees right here," Mama
observed.

   She peered through the branches.

   "They're often together to protect a fairy clearing, you know.  If you
listen to fairy stories or look at those old Maxfield Parrish paintings,
you might think that fairies are sweet, harmless creatures.  But you really
don't want to make them cross."

   Jenny eyed the bramble trees suspiciously.

   "I think I had best keep clear of the bramble trees, then," she said. 
"Wouldn't want to upset the fairies."

   "Aha!  Here we are," said Mama, as she continued along the grassy path.

   "This is the big clearing up ahead."

   Jenny followed Mama into a large circular clearing ringed with many
different kinds of the trees.

   "This is where we believe they would have held some of their most
important rituals," she added, walking to the center of the clearing.

   She breathed deeply of the fragrant air.  She turned her face to the
bright blue sky and felt the sun warm her face.  Jenny repeated Mama's
actions, closing her eyes and turning her face up to be warmed by the sun.

   "It's like we've gone back in time," she said softly.

   "We know so very little about the druids," Mama said.  "The scholars are
still trying to puzzle out the meanings of their rituals and artifacts. 
One thing does seem fairly certain-at least some of their rituals were done
while sky-clad."

   Jenny sniffed the sweet smelling air.

   "Sky-clad.  Oh, that sounds nice," she said.

   She lowered her upturned face and looked at Mama.  "What does it mean?"

   Mama smiled, and stepped to the edge of the clearing.  She took off her
leather jacket and dropped it on the ground.

   "Sky-clad.  You know-clothed with just the sun and the moon and the
breeze."

   She pulled her black tank top over her head, exposing a white cotton bra
that strained to contain her breasts.  Jenny's face turned red.

   "You-you mean naked?" she asked, incredulously.

   "Oh, yes," Mama said, nodding, as she released the hook at the back of
her bra and freed her voluptuous bosom.

   "Remember, they respected nature, and their own place in it.  And on a
gorgeous day like today, you have to admit it makes perfect sense, doesn't
it?"

   Jenny looked around nervously.  They were far from the road now and
screened from view in all directions by a thick curtain of trees. 
Nevertheless, she felt very uncomfortable when she saw Mama unzip her black
denim trousers, and lower the trousers and her white cotton panties
together to the ground.

   "Ta-dah!  Sky-clad!" Mama declared, striking a humorous pose.

   She stepped back to the center of the clearing, a broad smile across her
face.

   "Care to join me, Jenny?" she asked.  "I have no doubt the ancient ones
would approve."

   Jenny's face turned an even brighter shade of red, and she shrunk from
Mama.

   "Oh, no-n-not for me, thanks," she said, nervously backing out of the
center of the clearing.  "Some-some other time, maybe.  Or-or some other
lifetime, more like it."

   The ground was uneven near the edge of the clearing, and Jenny, taking
another step backward, stumbled and fell, arms flailing.  She fell into the
low-hanging branches of a tree at the edge of the clearing.  The branches
weren't strong enough to break her fall, but they did snag the shoulder
straps of her dress.  As she fell, the dress slipped up over her head as
neatly as could be.

   Jenny landed flat on her back with a great thud.  She saw the branches
that had snagged her dress spring up, relieved of the weight of her falling
body.  She saw her beautiful white summer dress tossed into the air and
sailing, sailing, caught for a moment by a playful breeze, landing at last
on a very high bough of a pine tree at the edge of the clearing.

   "Oh, my-oooOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!" Jenny howled.

   Mama had rushed to Jenny's side.

   "Are you alright?" she asked, breathlessly.  "What's wrong?"

   "Ooooooowwwww!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!"

   Jenny moaned.  It had taken a moment for her to become sensible to the
sharp stabbing pain in her backside.  She recognized it for what it was:
she had plopped down right on top of a particularly prickly bush of some
sort.  Quickly, she rolled to her left to get away from the stinging
prickles.  She realized her mistake instantly-the ground was carpeted with
the prickly plants, and now she felt the sting on her front side, too.

   "Oh, you've landed in stinging nettles!" Mama cried.  "Here, let me help
you up!"

   She seized Jenny's arm and hoisted her from her painful position.  She
immediately set to work plucking off the tiny burrs that still clung to
Jenny's body.

   "Owww!" Jenny cried.  "They're still sticking me!  Get them off me,
please!"

   "Oh, dear," Mama said, "they're sticking to your clothes."

   She plucked more of the tiny stingers from Jenny's bra while Jenny
fidgeted and whimpered.  Mama shook her head in frustration.

   "There's too many of them.  They're sticking to the material.  I'm
afraid you'll have to take your things off."

   A look of mortification crossed over Jenny's features, but she made no
argument.  She peeled her panties off in a swift motion, and gasped at the
welcome relief of that much misery.  She reached behind her back to undo
the clasp on her bra, but the motion caused the nettles to poke more
painfully into Jenny's tender breasts.

   She turned her back toward Mama, and said "Oh, help me, please!"

   Mama nodded, and quickly undid the clasp at the back of Jenny's bra. 
The bra dropped to Jenny's feet.

   "Oh, thank you!" Jenny said with a deep sigh of relief.

   She rubbed her sore breasts.  Fortunately, the nettles seemed to stick
only to her clothing, not to her skin.

   Both women were startled by a sudden growing noise from depths of the
wood.  They watched as the sound of rustling leaves, snapping twigs, and
shouting voices grew louder and closer.  They watched as dozens of men and
women, all dressed in biker gear, emerged from the shroud of the trees.

   "We heard someone screaming," a voice shouted.  "Is everything alright?"

   Jenny's face turned beet red when she saw her husband, John,
approaching.

   "Oh -- my -- God!" she breathed.

   John smiled when he saw the warm flush grow in Jenny's cheeks.  He
turned to a man who walked beside him.

   "I told you she wouldn't let us down, pal.  Biker, I would like you to
meet my blushing bride, Jenny!"

   The man looked up and down Jenny's body, and a broad smile grew across
his face.  Jenny thought the man looked familiar, but she couldn't quite
place him.  He gave a polite little bow, and said, "I've heard so much
about you, Jenny.  It's delightful to finally meet you in the flesh."

   The man turned toward John, and said, "I'd like you to meet my own
better half.  John, say hello to Mama Biker."

   Now it was Mama's turn to blush.  John's eyes roamed eagerly over her
naked body, and there was a twinkle in his eye which didn't seem entirely
innocent.

   "A real pleasure," he said, and kissed her hand.

   The crowd was coalescing now.  John stepped back and took in the sight
of the two blushing naked women.  He turned to Biker and said, "Well, I
have to admit you were right.  England certainly is beautiful at this time
of the year."



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   Jenny and the Clubhouse by ?

   Jenny stormed out of the apartment disgusted with the night -(TM)s
events.  She had attended Ashley -(TM)s party in the city to celebrate her
spacious new condominium only to be butt of the party -(TM)s jokes.  It
came as no surprise to anyone familiar with their relationship that Ashley
was the one responsible for fueling Jenny -(TM)s embarrassment.  Ashley had
done so by reciting some of Jenny -(TM)s famed unintentional nudity
stories- which of course always ended up with Jenny nude and humiliated by
a plethora of onlookers.  The roars of laughter that ensued these tales
were all too audible for Jenny; her eyes welled into tears and she had no
alternative but to leave the party in an expeditious manner.

   As Jenny -(TM)s train back into the suburbs approached her station, she
had finally composed herself when a feeling of shock and horror came over
her.  The purse Jenny had rifled through to obtain her car keys WAS NOT
HERS!!!  She had mistakenly grabbed the wrong handbag in her haste to exit
Ashley -(TM)s party!  She was now without her keys, cell phone, wallet and
other important accessories!  Perhaps even more mind-boggling was that this
bag contained only a compact, lipstick, what appeared to be a key to a
locker, a change purse and a black, strapless bra!  In addition, she was
now more than an hour from home as she had taken the train directly into
the city after work!

   Jenny flipped the purse on the floor in front of her as she exited the
train, but kept some of the change figuring she could call her husband to
come pick her up at a pay phone.  As the train doors slid closed, the hem
of Jenny -(TM)s blue, floral print, ankle-length dress was lifted due to a
stiff and unforgiving breeze- thus exposing her creamy legs which were
encased in white, thigh-high, stay-up stockings with lace tops.  If that
wasn -(TM)t enough, her extremely brief white-lace thong panties became
visible as well!

   Deciding not to stick around and witness the further damage the wind
could do, Jenny darted, (as best as her strappy, white 3 inch heels would
allow), to a nearby pay phone.  She quickly inserted two quarters into the
phone and dialed John.  After what felt like 10 minutes but was only time
enough for three rings, John finally answered:

    -œHello? -

    -œJohn, it -(TM)s me.  I -(TM)m stranded at the Mellview train station.
Please honey, I need you to come pick me up! -

    -œHow did that happen?  I thought you went to Ashley -(TM)s party? -

    -œPlease, John, never mind that.  I -(TM)ll tell you later.  Can you
come right away!?! -

    -œSure, but you -(TM)re over an hour away.  I -(TM)ll be there as soon
as I can. -

    -œThanks honey! -

   Jenny -(TM)s trepidation had now been somewhat quelled as she now only
had to wait for John to rescue her.  But as she strode out of the phone
booth, another powerful breeze blew her dress to waist level.  That and the
creakiness of the awkward sliding doors of the booth combined to pin her
dress behind her while all of Jenny -(TM)s weight had begun to shift
forward.  Matters were worsened when a protruding nail from the door ripped
through her dress and caught the flimsy clasp of her white lace bra.

   What happened next was par for the course.  Her entire dress as well as
her bra was violently torn from her body, exposing her 36CC breasts and now
erect nipples from the cool breeze, as well as her lacy stockings and tiny
panties .  Jenny realized immediately the bra was done for, but tried to
reach back and salvage her semi-torn dress.  All she was able to do,
however, was rip it some more by dislodging it from the phone booth.  Soon
thereafter another wind stole the torn dress from her feminine hands and
swept it into the street amongst other debris left behind by litterbugs. 
Too bad she didn -(TM)t keep the strapless bra from the discarded purse! 
Actually, too bad only for her!

   Now resigned to her near naked fate, Jenny decided to flee the lights of
the main thoroughfare and seek refuge in a nearby neighborhood until her
husband arrived.  Having walked a couple of blocks, and relishing the fact
that there appeared to be no activity in the area, Jenny spotted a small
clubhouse just behind some trees in a side yard.  Figuring this would be
the perfect place to hide for about an hour, she hobbled over as quickly as
she could, with her arms no doubt folded over her perfect breasts.

   Upon entering the clubhouse, she heard some sniggering and her heart
began pounding once again.  Just then a light went on, then another, and
two boys of about 11-years old emerged from their sleeping bags. 
Ostensibly, they were having an uneventful camp out, only to be greeted by
a gorgeous, topless, woman clad in only a pair of sexy stockings, thong
panties and succulent high heels.  Jenny let out a harsh scream, partially
because she was startled, but mostly because she was now being ogled by two
pre-pubescent boys.

    -œQuiet down, lady.  You -(TM)re going to wake the whole town -,
exclaimed the first boy.

    -œI -(TM)m so sorry to wake you boys.  I lost my clothes and I -(TM)m
waiting for my ride.  I thought I could hide out in here, - answered
Jenny, still trying to maintain some level of modesty.

    -œYeah, Billy and I could see you -(TM)ve lost your clothes.  You have
monster breasts! - replied the second boy named Tommy.

    -œUm, er, thanks.  Please, do you boys mind if I wait in here?  It will
only be for an hour or so, - asked a hesitant Jenny.

    -œSure, you can wait in here, - said Tommy.

   Turning towards each other, the boys rose from their sleeping bags in
t-shirts and sweatpants, and began whispering something to one another. 
Jenny again tried to cover up what was already seen by the boys.

    -œThe only thing is, if you -(TM)re going to stay here, you have to
follow our rule for all girls that come in here, - said Billy.

    -œAnd what rule is that, - asked a now shaking Jenny as she was
beginning to become a bit frightened at the mention of a rule.

    -œAll girls have to be tied-up, - answered a beaming Tommy.

    -œWell, I don -(TM)t know boys.  I -(TM)m already naked, and you are
only little boys.  I just don -(TM)t feel right about this, - said Jenny.

    -œOkay, fine.  You can wait outside in the street.  Hopefully no one
makes any noise to wake up every house on the block, - said a sly Billy, a
mysterious grin enveloping his face.

    -œWhy, you little brats.  You wouldn -(TM)t! - said Jenny.

    -œOh, believe me babe, we would!  Now, just let us tie you up, and you
can stay here for as long as you -(TM)d like.  What -(TM)s so bad about
that, - asked Billy.

    -œWell, I guess.  But can I at least have some clothes to cover up?  I
-(TM)d feel at least a little more comfortable, - inquired Jenny.

    -œSorry, we don -(TM)t have anything else here to wear.  We -(TM)d have
to go into the house, and that would surely wake my parents, - answered
Tommy, blatantly staring at Jenny -(TM)s pert nipples.   -œAnd besides, you
still have your panties on, so it -(TM)s no big deal. -

    -œOkay, let -(TM)s get this over with, - said a humiliated Jenny,
feeling she had no other choice.  She then extended her hands forward for
the boys.

    -œNo, put your hands behind your back, - said Billy, correcting Jenny
-(TM)s intentional faux pas.

    -œI was afraid you -(TM)d say that, - answered a deflated Jenny, now
complying with the boys -(TM) request.

   With that, Tommy produced a few coils of rope and began encircling Jenny
-(TM)s wrists.  Jenny had pleaded with the boys to not make the knots too
tight, but that was surprisingly the exact opposite of what the boys had in
mind.

    -œBoys, that -(TM)s very tight.  Can you loosen the ropes a bit, -
said an aching Jenny.

    -œActually, we were going to start on your elbows if you don -(TM)t
mind.  Please stop interrupting us or we -(TM)ll be forced to gag you too,
- said Tommy.

   Tommy tossed a length of rope to Billy who proceeded to tie Jenny -(TM)s
elbows together, resulting in another horrifying scream from Jenny.  They
boys used the final coil of rope to connect Jenny -(TM)s bound wrists with
her elbows.  Her arms were now welded together behind her back.  The boys
walked around Jenny admiring their handiwork, and whispering about how
Jenny -(TM)s breasts hung unencumbered due to her arms now being tightly
tied behind her.

   Jenny continued to writhe under the ropes, but she was unsuccessful in
even loosening them at all.  Her only success, and much to the boy -(TM)s
delight, was that her breasts bounced uncontrollably, and conveniently at
their eye levels.  In addition, her already brief underwear was now
beginning to ride up on her due to all the wriggling and what she initially
hoped was only sweat being emitted from her contoured mound.

    -œLady, there -(TM)s another thing you can help us with if you don
-(TM)t mind.  I mean, it -(TM)s the least you can do with us letting you
stay here, - asked Tommy.

    -œI -(TM)m afraid to ask, but what would that be, - replied a dejected
Jenny.

    -œWe have a dance next week at school, and we were hoping you could
show us how to slow dance with a girl, - the gregarious Tommy offered.

    -œUm okay.  I would, but you -(TM)ll have to untie me so that I can
teach you.  I can -(TM)t do it while I -(TM)m tied-up, - said Jenny,
hoping the boys would release her.

    -œWell, that would violate our rule.  Can -(TM)t you just show us while
you -(TM)re tied-up?  What -(TM)s the big deal, - asked Tommy again.

    -œWell, I guess --. -

    -œGreat!  Where do I put my hands, - interrupted Tommy, quickly
approaching the still struggling Jenny as Billy watched closely.   -œIs
here alright? - continued Tommy, placing both of his hands on Jenny -(TM)s
bare bum, and running them over her smooth flesh to the tops of the backs
of her stockings.

    -œNo, not there!  On my waist!  And watch those hands.  I -(TM)m all
tied up and I -(TM)m naked -- and you boys aren -(TM)t either one, - said
Jenny, trying dearly to reason with the boys.

   Tommy complied and moved his hands back to Jenny -(TM)s bare waist. 
They began dancing for a couple of minutes, and all seemed well, when all
of a sudden, Tommy -(TM)s hands again wandered down to Jenny -(TM)s arse
accompanied by his face being burrowed into Jenny -(TM)s ample cleavage. 
He began to nuzzle Jenny -(TM)s breasts, as well as suck and lick around
the sides of her breasts and over her nipples.  While Jenny was slightly
aroused, she was more in tune with stopping his advances.

    -œThat -(TM)s enough!  Stop touching me!!  This is ridiculous, -
screamed Jenny.

   A satisfied Tommy backed away when Billy asked the bound Jenny if he
could have an opportunity to dance with her, and promised to behave.  Jenny
agreed, just telling Billy to keep his hands where she could see them. 
Billy adhered to her demand for a short time, but before long he began
groping her as well.  Jenny again began to moan and yell, but Billy wanted
his time in the sun.  He worked his hands all over her breasts,
stocking-clad legs, back and arse, when finally his roaming thumbs rested
on either side of the waistband of Jenny -(TM)s thong panties, beginning
the process of peeling them off.

    -œHey, what -(TM)s going on in here? - shouted a middle-aged policeman
with salt-and-pepper hair upon entering the clubhouse.

    -œUh, nothing sir, we were just helping this lady wait for her ride is
all, - replied Tommy.

    -œWell, it certainly looks like something is going on.  I received a
complaint of a woman screaming, and now I see why, - said the officer,
completely fixated with this beauty -(TM)s predicament.

    -œOfficer, can you please untie me.  These naughty boys tied me up, and
then they were touching me as well, - pleaded Jenny.

   The officer proceeded to walk around Jenny, (slowly of course), making
sure not to miss a curve or a detail of Jenny -(TM)s tied-up body.

    -œPlease untie me, the ropes are digging into my arms, - said Jenny,
hoping she was one step closer to freedom.

   The officer then gave an extremely half-hearted attempt to untie Jenny,
and said that she would have to accompany him back to the precinct where
they could find a knife to cut her loose.  Outraged by this decision, Jenny
yelled at the officer to make the boys get a knife or scissors from inside
the house to untie her.

    -œNo, ma -(TM)am.  Relax.  I think you -(TM)ve already caused the boys
enough trouble for one night.  You can come with me in the cruiser back to
the station.  We -(TM)ll most likely be able to untie you there.  It should
only be another 45 minutes or so.  I just have to respond to a couple more
complaints, - stated the officer.

    -œ45 minutes?  My husband should be picking me up in about 15 minutes
at the train station --, - said Jenny with a concerned, perplexed look on
her face.

    -œYou can call him from the station, - interrupted the officer, as he
led Jenny out of the clubhouse.

   Both Tommy and Billy grabbed Jenny -(TM)s soft, helpless butt one more
time for good measure on her way out.  She squealed in surprise, a dark
frown framed on her face.

    -œHave a good night boys, - said the officer, as he lowered Jenny into
the back seat of the cruiser and belted her bound body in.  He made sure to
 -œcop - a feel or two for his trouble.

   As the patrol car pulled off, Jenny looked out the back window to see
Tommy and Billy waving goodbye.  It was a night they will forever remember
--



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   Door to Door Jenny by X12348765

   With a skip and a bounce Jenny stepped out of her old brown car and into
the warm summer sun.  She straightened the hem of her light cotton dress
which fell generously below her knees and adjusted her ample 36 DD bosom
which the dress could barely contain (for some odd reason she was not
wearing a brazier).  She then pulled out a large canister vacuum cleaner
from the front seat of the her car and sauntered up the neat little walkway
of the house she had parked by.

   She placed the vacuum cleaner down by her side, cleared her throat and
rang the bell.

   Ding-Dong....

   she heard echo inside the house.

   After a slight a moment, a young woman answered the door.  She was
shorter than Jenny, with a nice, but not as ample bosom.  Her figure was
still quite remarkable.  She was dressed in light cotton blouse and knee
length linen skirt.  She stared at Jenny with a puzzled expression.

   "Yes?" She said after a small pause.  "Can I help you?"

   Jenny beamed back at the woman and staring her straight in the eyes
launched into what sounded like a rehearsed speech.

   "Good morning sir or madam!  It is with great pleasure that I am here
with you today.  My, what a lovely home-apartment-condominium you have.  I
can see that you are a person of taste and refinement....that is why I am
here today."

   Jenny paused to catch her breath.

   "What is this about!" The woman demanded.

   Her face was crinkled into a not so friendly glare.

   "Who is it honey?" came a voice from inside the house.

   A man appeared next to the woman; a little taller than she but about the
same age.  His eyes widened when he saw Jenny standing there and the
corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly.  His wife looked from his
face to Jenny and then back again.  Her eyes narrowed and she turned to
Jenny with growl in her voice.

   "We're not interested!"

   She was about to slam the door shut but found it wouldn't budge.  Her
husband was holding it open.

   "Go on young lady, you were saying?" He said politely.

   "I represent the Acme Vacuum cleaner company and I'm here today to tell
you how much Acme Vacuum cleaners suck!"

   "What??!!" Said the lady of the house.

   "I beg your pardon, " the husband gently replied.

   "It's true!" Jenny said with pride.  "They really suck!  And suck and
suck and keep on sucking!  Like my manager says, they could suck the chrome
off a bumper!"

   The man and woman of house stared back.  "You manager said that?  About
this vacuum?" The woman asked.

   "Well....I think so.  I overheard him, and I can't imagine what else he
could have been talking about!  May I come in and demonstrate?"

   "I don't think s...."

   "Of course!  Come right in.  Move out of the way dear."

   The husband firmly grabbed his wife, shoving her back and Jenny stepped
inside the house.

   The three of them moved into the living room where Jenny looked around
and with the same rehearsed tone said, "My oh my, does this carpet need a
good cleaning!"

   "I just cleaned it yest...."

   "Don't interrupt Gladys!  Yes, yes a good cleaning."

   With a radiant smile, "Yes.  Frequent cleaning would have kept this
carpet looking fresh and new."

   "We just bought it last mo...."

   "Quiet dear.  Your so right Miss...Miss?"

   "Allow me to demonstrate the awesome sucking power of the Acme cleaning
machine." Jenny said and she pulled out a white plastic bag.  With a flash
of her hand the bag ripped open and she dumped the contents out onto the
rug in the middle of the room.  Black greasy soot landed with an audible
"PLOP!" on the floor.

   "My carpet!" Cried Gladys.

   "Now don't you fear Madam, this little baby is going to suck that
problem right up and out of your life!" Jenny said beaming even more than
before if that's even possible.

   "Now I just need to plug this baby in!"

   Jenny turned around and dragged the vacuum plug over to one of the
walls. She bent over giving the couple a nice view of her succulent, dress
covered rear.  She swore she heard the wife growling.  Finding the outlet,
Jenny plugged in the vacuum cleaner and turned back.  She saw a noticeable
bulge in the front of the husband's trousers and she gave slight snicker.

   "Well, I'll just turn this baby on..."

   "Oh, I know you can!" Said the husband.

   Jenny paused and smiled.  "And believe me, you're going to be in for a
real treat!"

   Jenny picked up the vacuum hose and disengaged it from the brush.  She
kicked the on switch with her foot and the canister revved up to life.  The
hose began with wiggle in her hands like a snake and then suddenly with a
cry of panic Jenny screamed as a loud RRRRIIIPPPP was heard.  In the flash
of an eye her entire cotton dressed ripped off of her body and disappeared
with a loud sucking noise down the vacuum hose.

   Jenny was standing in the middle of this couple's living room wearing
only a pair of thong panties and her high heeled shoes.  Her knees came
together and she held out her arms and screamed before trying to cover
herself with them.

   The husband's jaw dropped and the wife's eyes bugged out at the sight of
her bare breasts bouncing and jiggling and she screamed and hollered.  With
out loosing a beat, Jenny turned tail and now giving the couple a lovely
rear view, dashed out of the house and down to her car.

   Inside the front, driver's side, she pulled a towel which she had been
using as seat cover across herself and paused to catch her breath.  Then,
she hung her head forward and began to sob.

   "Miss?"

   She heard a man's voice from just outside her window.  She looked up and
saw the husband standing there.

   "Are you all right miss?"

   Jenny sniffled a couple of times.  "Yes.  I guess so."

   "Miss, how much is the vacuum?"

   "Three-hundred."

   "I'll take it, " said the husband and handed over three-hundred in cash.

   Jenny counted the money, and looked up.  He was gone.  She grinned and
started up her car.  As she pulled away from the house she through the
opening of the living room curtains the wife run by, minus her blouse.  And
as she passed towards the edge of the allowable view, Jenny saw the vacuum
hose come up and POOF the wife's skirt and panties disappeared, her bum
cheeks jiggling as she ran. The husband's distinctive bulge and then the
husband himself flashed by next.  Jenny smiled and sped away.

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   Jenny stood on the dais at her employers office and graciously received
her salesperson of the month award.  oShe was wearing a smart business
dress suite and had her long blond hair up in a bun.  She looked the model
of office professional.

   "This award goes most deservedly to this young lady, " read her manager,
old Mr.  Johnson.  "We have never seen someone sell so many units in one
month.  Please Jenny, tell us in your own words, what makes you such a
successful sales person?"

   "Well," Jenny said with all the false modesty she could muster.  She
stood next to a demonstration unit (the kind she sold so many of) and began
telling the rest of her co-workers about Japanese business philosophies,
the six habits of the seven most successful people and other such business
non-sense.

   Ashley stood off to the side with her arms crossed.  She frowned and
grimaced at the attention everyone was pouring over Jenny.  And what was
worse was that garbage she was claiming to be behind her success!  Ashley
couldn't take it anymore.  She paced around and then stopped, a wicked grin
coming over her face.  Jenny was using the vacuum hose like a pointer,
gesticulating wildly with it.

   Ashley took several discrete steps behind the podium unnoticed.  She
quickly bent down and plugged in the demonstration unit.  It roared to life
just as Jenny was pointing towards herself with the hose.

   SLLLUUURRRPPP!

   Jenny's business jacket, blouse and brazier all quickly disappeared. 
Jenny stood there a moment completely stunned, her pendulous breasts
jiggling, her nipples protruding.  The crowd was stone cold silent.  Then,
Jenny looked up and them and her lushish mouth rounded out in the classic
'O of surprise as her eyes widened with realization of her situation. 
Suddenly, the crowd burst out laughing and whistling the sight her naked
tits.

   Jenny screamed, dropped and hose and started to run off the little stage
but with another tremendous

   SLLLUUURRRPPP

   her skirt, stockings and panties all disappeared down hose of the vacuum
cleaner.  Jenny never broke her stride and the crowd was treated to a
generous view of her bare backside as she ran off towards her office, their
whistles, hoots and cat-follows following close behind.



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   Jenny On The Ranch by ?

   The little boy in seat C14 could not keep his eyes off her.  Of course
12 years old was not really little.  But he seemed so small and cute to
Jenny, with a thatch of red hair, a face full of freckles, and those
adorable green eyes that seemed to always be looking her way with a wide
eyed innocence, his mouth more often than not agape.  She smiled back
across the aisle at him when she could, but he rarely returned the smile
because, truth be told, his gaze was more directed towards her voluminous
bust and long shapely legs.

   He was watching those legs very carefully, not only because they were so
smooth and tanned and beautiful, and her sheer hosiery glistened in the
light, but that those same hosiery ended three quarters of the way up her
luscious thighs and he was continuously treated to glimpses of her bare
thigh above the lace trim at the top as she crossed and uncrossed her legs
in her short white skirt.  Not to mention the strapped white high heels on
each delicately arched foot, accentuating the curve of her calves and her
seductive femininity.  If that wasn -(TM)t enough to get his emerging
hormones in gear, her jutting, round breasts seemed to strain at the light
blue, sleeveless blouse she wore, outlining a lacy bra beneath that seemed
to barely contain her bosom.

   It was early on during the flight, when she had removed her short white
linen jacket, that he had needed to place an in-flight magazine in his lap
to hide his excitement.  But now that the pressurized air conditioning had
kicked in, and her rigid nipples became so prominent, his hand
involuntarily moved to his own lustful rhythm beneath  -œU.S.  Airlines-The
Happy Skies!, March 2000, vol.5, issue 3 -.

    -œJohn, please tell me where we -(TM)re going? - Jenny voice took on
pleading childlike lilt.

    -œFor the last time, no, it wouldn -(TM)t be a surprise if I did, and
after all this preparation I -(TM)m certainly not going to ruin it now. -
He answered with a sly grin and a lascivious wink.

   John patted her cute knee and ignored her pout, so she gave a little
sigh and watched as he adjusted his pillow on his seat back and turned to
the window away from her, cozying up for a nap.  All she knew from her
ticket was that they were going to Arizona and that the flight wouldn
-(TM)t land in Phoenix for another three hours, so she thought she might do
the same and bent forward to retrieve her own pillow from below the seat.

   Although she failed to notice the top button of her blouse pop open from
the gravitational strain her lovely boobs put on it, the fact was not lost
on the boy across the aisle.  A whispered  -œjeeeze - escaped his lips as
his eyes drank in the creamy skin at the top of her breasts, pressed
together in a deep cleavage that extended well down to mid-breast before
terminating in the white lace of her bra.  He thought he might actually
lose it right there as her chest heaved and wobbled for what seemed liked
hours as she searched for the pillow.  Fortunately for him the pillow had
slipped back to the feet of the person behind her.

    -œOh dear.. - Jenny said as she stood up and shuffled into the aisle,
turning with her back to the boy and bending over so that her head was
practically on her seat, her fingers fumbling under it for the pillow.

   After having squirmed around in an airline seat for over an hour, Jenny
-(TM)s white linen skirt (already short by most standards) had wrinkled
accordion-like and ridden up to expose the bottom two inches of her soft,
round cheeks.  With the lacy top of her thigh high stockings ending a
couple more inches below the crease of her cheeks and thighs, and her white
thong panties disappearing between those jiggling globes, the boy across
the aisle was frozen in time with eyes like saucers and his jaw on his
chest.  Once it sank in that this was an opportunity he would kick himself
for missing, Vol.  5, issue 3 slid to the floor as his hands moved like
lightning for the small camera in his top pocket.

   Jenny barely registered the bright flash behind her as she minced back
and forth on her heels, each buttock rising and falling in turn as she
wiggled her behind in the boy -(TM)s face.  He snapped off at least three
shots that he would carry with him long into his college years before the
plane lurched up and down from some outside turbulence.  He dropped the
camera and clutched his armrests to steady himself, his eyes never leaving
the blonde -(TM)s curvy behind which bounced along with the disruption.

   Jenny had pulled herself up to a half bend and was waving her arms
around in circles trying to balance herself when she all of a sudden felt
herself falling backward.  With seconds to think, and in great danger of
excruciating pain (despite the momentary pleasure) from Jenny sitting on
his erection, the quick thinking lad let go of the armrests and cupped both
hands face up on either side of his protruding bulge.  Jenny dutifully sat
her behind right down in those waiting palms and he felt his fingers
constrict as he got his first handfuls of bottom cheek from the sexiest
woman he had ever seen.  He felt a little material from her skirt (and even
less from her thong), but mostly felt bare skin...soft and pliant...  which
he fondled in sexual ecstasy.

    -œOH MY GOD! - Jenny squealed as her hands went to her mouth and her
eyes became big and round.

   Not only could she feel her bottom being squeezed by eager fingers but
she was especially cognizant of a sharp pointed thing stuck firmly between
her cheeks at a particularly sensitive spot.  And what was more
disconcerting was how she was rising and falling on it, causing her to to
whisper little  -œoh! -s as she felt it poke into her.

   She thought this was the movement of the plane and was clueless to the
fact that the lad -(TM)s hips were bucking up and down involuntarily.  Not
only had another button on her blouse given way, spreading her blouse open
to expose the entire tops of her breasts, but as her right leg draped over
the boy -(TM)s aisle armrest, her left stuck straight out in the aisle and
bounced at the knee with each of his thrusts, sending the sexy pointed toe
of her heel skyward.

   As her bottom came down hard in his lap and another  -œoh! - escaped
her lips, her leg shot up like a metronome counting the beat.  The boys
eyes couldn -(TM)t make up their mind whether to take in her bouncing bosom
or the white lace panties covering her pubic mound, as her skirt slid up
further exposing a sight he only dreamed of.

   While most of the men along the aisle were enjoying the show immensely,
the female flight attendant was horrified that one of her passengers was
out of her seat during the turbulence and was tossed about, which could
have led to a nasty lawsuit and her dismissal if discovered.  She
unstrapped her own seatbelt and grabbed seatback after seatback, balancing
herself as only an experienced stew could, as she quickly made her way to
the hapless blonde.  She offered a further enticing sight to the men along
the aisle as her bottom swayed back and forth in her incredibly tight
skirt. One could almost hear the threads along the seam at the back of her
skirt groan as her buttocks rose and fell.

    -œOh dear!  Let me help you Miss, please, just take my hands.. - she
offered as she reached the kicking blonde, bouncing in the boy -(TM)s lap
with a bit more enthusiasm than the actual turbulence indicated.  Jenny did
as she was told and with the attendants help, as well as the hands of the
boy behind her, she was pulled to an upright position.

   The boy -(TM)s hands refused to leave her bare, exposed bottom, however,
and he held on like a mountain climber at a 500 foot drop.  They finally
did though, as his eyes rolled back in his head and a whoosh of air escaped
his lips.  He had became the first scout in his troop back home to become a
member of the  -œMile High Club -, even if it was without a willing
partner.  He mused during the rest of the ride to Phoenix if they might
give merit badges for such a feat of sexual prowess.

   Simultaneously, the effort to pull the busty blonde to an upright
position was more than the flight attendant -(TM)s skirt could take and a
very audible ripping sound ensued, followed by her hands flying rearward to
feel that, yes indeed, her panty-encased bottom was well and truly exposed
to the entire passenger section behind her.

    -œAAAAIYYYYY!! - she screamed and, trying to cover herself in vain,
rushed toward the rear of the cabin.

   As luck would have it, she only experienced one quick pinch to her rear
from a Scottish gentleman named Stephen in the last seat of the last row
before escaping into the curtained area and safety.  Jenny, having quickly
glanced at the stewardess -(TM) name tag called out after her as she
straightened her skirt, ignoring the leering glances at her bra exposed
bosom sitting so proud and upright.

    -œOH, Phyllis!  I -(TM)m SO sorry!!  Thanks for helping anyway.. - her
voiced trailed off as she sat herself back down in her seat.

   A deep rosy blush infused her cheeks as she glanced down and noticed her
breasts jutting forth from her blouse in the lacy, white bra, and she
hurriedly pulled the blouse together and buttoned it up as she looked
around and noticed every male eye in the cabin on her.

    -œMy GOD!  How embarrassing for that poor stewardess! - Jenny thought,
as John smiled over at his wife and her beautiful innocent face, cheeks
almost flushed as red as her lipstick and gorgeous blue eyes as wide as
saucers.

   It was warm in Phoenix when John and Jenny Hamilton exited the breezeway
into the airport concourse.  They didn -(TM)t have to wait at a baggage
carousel because they were only staying three days and John had packed for
them both in carry-on luggage.

   Jenny wasn -(TM)t terribly pleased with this fact because, no matter
where they were going, she preferred to be prepared clothing-wise.  She
knew she could pick up makeup and toiletries anywhere but it was sometimes
difficult to find clothes that had the right fit for such a voluptuous
figure.  But John had told her to relax, that where they were going it was
very informal and there was no need to worry about appearances.  To
emphasis the point he stopped at an airport gift shop and purchased two
cowboy hats for the pair of them, a white one for Jenny and a black one for
himself.

   Jenny held it on with her hand and carried her purse and small suitcase
in her other hand and wiggled after John in her short white skirt and
jacket, the heels of her strappy white pumps clicking along the linoleum of
the concourse.

   John hailed a taxi out front and they piled in as he slipped a piece of
paper with an address to the driver.  He motioned to his lips with one
finger and gave a wink, and the driver smiled and nodded back, catching on
that he was to remain quiet about their destination.  Jenny straightened
her skirt and crossed her legs, settling in for the ride to wherever, and
looked out the window at the shimmering heat coming off the streets and
exotic palms and cacti dotting the yards whizzing by.  She was really
enthralled with the beautiful, sculptured mountains all around her and
marveled at the shades of lavender and orange streaking through them.  But
it looked so dry and forbidding in a way as well, and it was with a little
hesitancy that she noticed they were leaving the outskirts of the town and
heading off into the desert.

   Five minutes out from there destination John slipped a white hanky from
his pocket and talked Jenny into letting him blindfold her, and she giggled
nervously and pleaded with him to tell her where they were going the rest
of the way.  When the car came to a stop he jumped out and tossed both bags
on the ground and reached in to help his wife maneuver out of the backseat.


   Leaving one foot still in the cab and tentatively pointing the toe of
her shoe around outside to find where the ground was she inadvertently
spread her legs wide and exposed her hose tops and flimsy panties to the
crowd that had gathered for her arrival.  A soft whistle came forth from
one of the gathered men as Jenny stretched her long legs out of the cab
and, holding her hat to the top of her head, teetered to a standing
position, still blindfolded.  With her other hand in John -(TM)s for
balance, her chest was thrust forward provocatively and her bottom jutted
out in back to compensate.

   When John untied and removed the blindfold she blinked rapidly under the
brilliant sunshine.  As her eyes became accustomed to the light she saw
before her a large, older woman in western attire with a big smile in a
browned, leathery face.  She stood surrounded by at least fifteen men that
looked to Jenny as if they had stepped out of a John Wayne movie.  If these
weren -(TM)t real cowboys, they were the best actors Jenny had ever seen.
Behind the woman was a large, two-story ranch house with a long, knotty
pine sign hanging from the second floor balcony which read, BLUE CACTUS
DUDE RANCH in letters burned into it.

   She stood there in shock for a moment until the woman came forth and
said,  -œI -(TM)ll bet that was a shock, weren -(TM)t it dearie?!!  You
look like I looked when my ol -(TM) man drug me out here 20 years ago and
told me we was gonna live here! - she chortled good naturedly.

    -œMy name -(TM)s Gladys Perkins, Mrs.  Hamilton, and welcome to the
Blue Cactus.. - she said as she pumped Jenny -(TM)s hand, and with another
hand gently to her back propelled her towards the wooden steps leading up
to screened double-doors on the wooden porch and into the shade the second
story balcony overhang provided.

    -œMy!  Aren -(TM)t you just the prettiest thing we -(TM)ve ever seen
around here! - she effused as she prattled on about how darling Jenny
looked in that hat and how she wished she had the legs to wear such a short
skirt, and on and on..  as John retrieved the suitcases as followed her
into the air-conditioned foyer.

   After signing in and being led off to the  -œbunkhouse - guest
accommodations, Jenny found heself in another world.  It seemed as if she
was transported into a cowboy movie and everything around her reeked of the
old west in the 1800 -(TM)s.  There was a big, four-poster bed with a
canopy and and a wooden armoire against the wall.  The antique dresser had
a large, circular beveled mirror and a wash basin set in the corner had a
stack of towels and porcelain pitcher full of cold, clear water.  She was
warming to the atmosphere considerably and gave John a big hug and thanked
him for such a wonderful, and interesting, surprise!

    -œI thought you might like it, you have to admit it is a far cry from
our usual vacations, isn -(TM)t it?  He beamed at her approval.

    -œOh I just love it John!  Everything is just so cute and authentic, I
just want to take a picture of all this for my scrapbook as soon as I
freshen up.. -(TM) Jenny looked around curiously..`where exactly would I do
that John? -

    -œWell Jen, you were right about the authenticity thing around here,
they have gas lanterns and outdoor plumbing to go along with the decor, so
you -(TM)ll have to go out back to actually work a handpump to draw water
for a bath... - he giggled with amusement.

    -œReally???  Why that is amazing! - said Jenny and she undressed and
slipped into a big terrycloth bathrobe that was left on the bed for her,
and slid her feet into a pair of slippers she found on the floor beneath
it.

   John gathered up her city clothes and explained to her that he would
drop them off at the office to be sent into Phoenix for laundering and from
here on out they were going to dress  -œwestern - style.  Jenny giggled at
the thought and jokingly plopped her cowboy hat on her head and gave him a
-œsure as shootin -(TM), partner! - as he closed the door behind him.

   When John had left Jenny looked around and found another door which led
outside and, just as he said, there was a big red hand pump out there with
a large wooden bucket underneath it.  Further away from it was your typical
wooden outhouse with a half moon carved in the door and even further a
large wooden tub about the size of a hot tub.

   Forgetting to take her hat off Jenny pranced out towards the  -œoutdoor
plumbing - and  -œoohed - and  -œahhed - over it like a little school
girl.  She tried the pump a few times but, not knowing how to prime it, got
nothing out of it.  She looked in the outhouse, and was pleasantly
surprised that the exterior was just all show and that very clean and
modern fixtures were inside.  When she brushed her hand through the water
of the tub she was shocked to feel how warm and silky it was!  She felt
like Goldilocks discovering everything had been laid out for her and no
invitation was necessary.  So she made her way back to the room and filled
her cowboy hat full of shampoo and bar soap and hand towels, draped a large
bath towel over her shoulder and went back out to the tub for a long,
luxurious bath in the open air.  At the moment she felt she was one of the
luckiest women around to have such a thoughtful, fun-loving husband to keep
her life interesting and full of surprises.

   She did notice, however, that there were no steps leading up to the top
of the tub.  She would just have to swing a leg over and climb in like they
must have done in the old days!  She looked around and saw that she was
alone and slipped her robe off and draped it and her bath towel over a lone
post with a metal ring hanging from the top.  Then she floated her shampoo
bottle and soap on the water -(TM)s surface and using the hand towel to
grip the edge of the tub, swung her leg over and into the warm, vibrant
water.  As soon as she was in she submerged herself and came back out with
her face pointing upward to draw her wet, blonde hair back slickly from her
forehead.  Jenny thoroughly enjoyed her  -œwestern - bath and was actually
sorry to leave the tub after about 15 minutes, but noticed her fingers and
toes were getting all pruney.

   At that moment Jenny heard the thudding of hooves from around the corner
of the building and was surprised and delighted when a darling little calf
came trotting around the corner and came to a skidding stop.  He looked at
Jenny curiously and slowly ambled towards the tub.

    -œWell hi there cutey!  Jenny laughed  -œdid you get lost from your
mommy? -

   The calf seemed to respond to Jenny -(TM)s friendly voice and came as
close as it could and still be within running distance if the human reached
too close.  In a kind of nervous movement the calf rubbed it -(TM)s body
against the post holding Jenny -(TM)s towel and robe, causing them to fall
off into the dirt.  Much to her chagrin, he then noticed the white cloth at
his feet and nosed his head underneath it to sniff at the interesting odors
there.

    -œOh!  No!  Please don -(TM)t do that little cow! - Jenny said, her
voice edged in panic.

   And the calf responded to the voice by lifting his head, realizing he
was blind, and running around in circles with Jenny -(TM)s towel and robe
getting tangled all about his head and legs.  He did manage to free his
legs some though, and proceeded to trot off in an erratic path out into the
desert.

    -œLittle Cow!  Little Cow!  Please come back! - Jenny was shouting as
she heard more hoof thudding nearby and was definitely worried about
someone seeing her.

   With a few  -œohmygods - under her breath Jenny threw a leg over the
edge of the tub and slipped her feet into the slippers.  All she had left,
besides her hands, to cover herself with was her cowboy hat and she bent to
pick it up just as five riders came around the corner of the building in a
cloud of dust.  Their horses came skidding to a stop and dust billowed up
from it, but it was not so thick as to obscure their view of Jenny -(TM)s
shapely backside, bent over as she was.  It was round and pink and
gorgeous. Jenny made a crouching run around the other side of the tub from
the men and was hoping they hadn -(TM)t seen her as she held the hat to her
breasts.  The men had just grinned at her efforts and winked at each other
to play along with her miscalculation.

    -œI know that calf must be around here somewhere Jack..where -(TM)dya
think it went? - one cowboy said with a big grin.

    -œHard to say, really..could be anywhere around here.  I think we ought
to get down and search them bushes over there on foot to make sure it ain
-(TM)t hidin -(TM) out there..what ya -(TM) say?  he said as he winked at
the others and slid out of the saddle.

   The others followed him down from their horses and huddled for a moment,
whispering a plan between them.  After they had decided on what to do they
began speaking loudly to each other in mock serious voices, debating on the
whereabouts of the errant calf.  But three of the men headed off towards
the back door of the guest cabin while the other two came around either
side of the large wooden tub Jenny was hiding behind.

    -œOHMYGOD! - she screeched as their boots came into view in the dirt
where she was crouching.

   Jenny immediately stood up and clasped the cowboy hat to her private
parts, her breasts bouncing with the sudden movement.  She held that hat to
her crotch with both hands and took off for the bunkhouse, her arms forcing
her large boobs together to jump in unison with her every step.  Hoots and
whistles of appreciation came from all around her as she came up against
one, and then another, cowboy baring her way to safety.

   The beautiful naked blonde turned and ran this way and that, always
running into another cowboy standing in front of her.  Her pink, bare
behind wobbled enthusiastically and seemed to be blushing as brilliantly as
her face cheeks.  Every once and a while she felt a swat on her rump and
she squealed and jump, her naked breasts bobbing up and down.

   Jenny finally squeezed by a cowboy and found a clear path to the door
and they were treated to a great view of her retreating rear end, as it
wiggled away with all she had.  As a last minute thought she realized what
they were seeing and whipped the hat around to her rump , trying to cover
it with one hand as she furiously opened the door and slipped inside to the
laughter and clapping of her appreciative audience.

    -œWhere have you been Jenny? - John said with a grin as he lay prone
on the bed.

   Jenny explained how the calf had ran off with her robe but was too
embarrassed to tell John about her cowboy audience exiting the tub, as if
he couldn -(TM)t tell from the faint pink hand print on her curvy rear end
as she bent over her suitcase.

   It was with growing concern that Jenny examined the clothes John had
packed for her.  Except for a load of sexy panties and stockings, he had
only provided her with high heeled shoes, and a frilly, pink
spaghetti-strapped sundress with a full skirt.  It was only when she dug
down in the bottom of the suitcase that she found a pair of cutoff levis
and a couple of white shoulder-strapped T-shirts.  But where were the bras?
He hadn -(TM)t packed a single bra and Jenny frantically dug through the
clothes, hoping she was wrong about that.

   When she confronted John about this he just said he hadn -(TM)t really
had time to think things through sufficiently and that he was terribly
sorry and hoped she -(TM)d forgive him.  She melted at the puppy dog look
he gave her and decided she would just make the best of it, despite her
misgivings.

   So she put on her pink sundress and a pair of lacy white panties with a
matching garter belt and hooked up some sheer beige stockings to it and
slipped on the pink high heels which he had managed to match to her dress.
You -(TM)d think he would have at least brought one pair of pantyhose?.. 
she mused as they strolled over to the main house in the cool evening.

   There they partook of a wonderful country dinner with their charming
hostess and a few of the hired hands.  Despite the occasional glance at the
ample cleavage Jenny was showing and the prominence of her jutting nipples
against the cloth of her dress, she relaxed considerably and began enjoying
herself.  After two or three glasses of wine each, she and John were
getting pretty drowsy from their busy day of travel and adventure, and
walked arm in arm back to the bunkhouse where they slept soundly to a
chorus of crickets outside their window.

   It wasn -(TM)t until the morning that Jenny realized the full extent of
her clothing troubles.  After being awoke by a crowing rooster that sounded
like it was auditioning for a role in Aida and the clanging of a breakfast
bell from out in the yard somewhere, John told her they were off for a
morning ride after breakfast.  Then he slipped on his clothes and mentioned
nonchalantly that it was going to be a hot day and he was glad he had taken
the liberty to cut off the legs of her levis for her.  He was sure she
would thank him for it later.  Then he took off for the main house leaving
Jenny to get dressed in something she could reasonably ride a horse in.

   She found that the white T-shirts fit after a fashion, maybe a little
bit tight, and she definitely didn -(TM)t like the way they exposed the
tops and sides of her breasts, but she would live with that.  She slid on a
pair of white thong underwear and then oozed herself into the cutoffs John
had altered.  When she felt behind her and realized he had cut them way too
high up the back, right across the back pockets in fact, she blushed
despite the fact she was alone.  She was sure half of her butt (and she was
right!) was hanging out the back and she tugged them down as best she could
in back as she slipped into the pink heels.  She couldn -(TM)t possibly
ride a horse in high heels, she thought, tucking her blonde mane into her
white cowboy hat and heading for the door.

   Although it was true that those shoes were not for riding, they did have
other benefits.  At least for the assembled cowhands that sat around the
periphery of the main yard and had the good fortune of watching Jenny walk
to the main house.  Her teetering steps in the heels, as she held her hat
on with one hand and waved her other around for balance, was comical and
sexy at the same time.  Her breasts bobbed up and down with each mincing
step and she blushed so coyly hearing their appreciative whistles.

   The brilliance of her tight, white T-shirt in the morning sun was
startling, and the only eyes not glued to her heaving chest beneath it were
glued to her jiggling buns.  The thin strip of denim material between her
legs seemed to slide further between her bottom cheeks as she walked and
the back of her levis had risen to three quarters of the way up her round,
pink rump.  She was a vision of sexuality.  And by the time she had reached
the porch most of the men had followed her in a group to watch her bared
bottom wiggle up the steps.  John met her at the door with a big grin and
winked at the cowboys.  He gave her fanny a friendly slap as she passed by
him through the doors, causing her to shriek and hop, and her audience to
bellow in laughter and appreciation.

   Gladys met Jenny as she entered the foyer and told her how lovely she
looked, but that she certainly couldn -(TM)t go riding in those shoes.  She
ushered her into the dining area where breakfast was all laid out and
disappeared into the recesses of her house to get Jenny a pair of riding
boots.  When she returned she held forth a pair of long black boots of the
type that English riders wear with jodhpurs.  She explained that she
thought these were the only pair she had that might fit Jenny -(TM)s little
feet and set them beside her chair.  They ate a large country breakfast,
topped off with cups of strong, dark coffee, and Jenny slipped off her pink
high heels and struggled into the high black riding boots.

   Gladys clapped the back of a rangy older cowhand next to her as she
stood up from the table and told the Hamiltons that Harvey would show them
where the horse barn was, and that she was sure that he could pick out some
nice, gentle horses for them.  Her smile and encouragement warmed Jenny to
the idea of actually riding a horse (something she had never done before)
and she clomped out the front door with the other riders and bounced her
beautiful assets down the steps and across the yard to the barn.  An
entourage of leering cowhands trailed behind her, watching her enticing
bottom wiggle back and forth in the very brief shorts.

   Harvey walked in the horse barn and led out two horses, which were
already saddled and bridled and ready to go.  A dark maned quarter horse
mare with a creamy beige coat was presented to John and he was encouraged
to walk around her and pet her a lot so that she became used to his touch
and smell.  Harvey called this buckskin horse Sweetheart.  Jenny was
introduced to a jet black gelding with short front legs and a gray muzzle,
which Harvey explained was a gentle old horse named Midnight that they had
used as a cutting horse in his younger years.  He told her he was
trustworthy and surefooted on the trail.

   Jenny patted Midnight on the nose and his ears perked up as he caught a
whiff of biscuit on her fingers from breakfast.  He poked his nose at her
bosom and her boobs jiggled.  Then without warning his lips curled around
the top of her T-shirt and he grabbed hold of the front with his teeth and
pulled back, stretching it out a foot from her bare breasts.  Jenny
shrieked as he let go just as suddenly and her shirt flipped back at her,
but now the top edge hung just above her nipples, and showed the brown tops
of her aureoles.  Jenny clutched the the top of the shirt and pulled it up
as best she could as a blush spread across her face.  A murmur of approval
and a wolf whistle came from her surrounding admirers.

   Just then a young boy came running up from across the yard and told John
that he had some important phone call back at the house, that had to do
with some contract or another.  John cursed and slapped his head,
remembering out loud how he had forgotten all about explaining that
paperwork to his client this morning.  He apologized to Jenny for missing
the ride, but he really could foresee that he would be on the phone for
quite a while, and why didn -(TM)t she just go on with the others, he would
meet her for lunch later.  She pouted and stamped her foot and said  -œoh
darn! -, but in the end was kissed and waved to and left in the hands of
her riding partners.

   A big, handsome cowboy named Jack stepped forward and asked Jenny if he
could help her up into the saddle.  She smiled shyly and said that would be
a great help as she had no idea what to do.  So he explained that she first
wanted to reach up and hold the saddle horn with both her hands.  He
cautioned her to grip it tight and not let go for anything, and her face
became serious with a scowl of concentration as she grasped the horn
tightly.  He then put his left hand behind her left thigh and helped her
raise her leg to set the toe of her boot in the stirrup.  He told her to
shove it in there good so that the heel of her boot locked onto the bottom
stirrup rung.  He then instructed her to give a few hops on her other foot
to get momentum, and when she was ready to swing her leg up and over the
back of the horse to the other side, pulling herself up with all she had.
He told her he would make sure she got a boost from him, which elicited
sniggers from the surrounding cowhands, but Jenny didn -(TM)t notice.

   As she began her little hops he used both hands to cup her bare bottom
cheeks below her cutoffs and  -œassisted - Jenny -(TM)s up and down
movement with enthusiasm, kneading her round bottom in his hands as she
hopped.  Her breasts bounced with the effort and threatened to leave the
top of her shirt, but she finally threw her leg up to try and swing it onto
the other side of the horse.

   But poor Jenny hadn -(TM)t the upper body strength to pull herself up
sufficiently and while she did get her upper body to the other side of the
saddle her right leg slid back down to join the one caught in the stirrup.
She lay across the saddle, clutching the saddle blanket protruding out from
under the saddle on the other side, with her breasts popped free of her
shirt from the gravity she placed on them.  They lay, round and pale,
against the side of the saddle and she squealed as she looked down at them.
She was, however, in no position to let go of the blanket and rectify the
situation, and she offered a tantalizing view from the other side of the
horse as well.

   With her cutoffs practically disappearing into her butt crease, she
appeared to be bare assed from that view, which she accentuated by
squirming and wiggling and kicking her legs back and forth.  The whole
assemblage was laughing and whistling at the exposed blonde, her abundant
charms spread over the saddle of the small black horse.

   Harvey took the reins off Midnight -(TM)s neck and began walking the
horse over to the rest of the horses tied to the hitching rail outside the
barn.  Jenny -(TM)s admirers followed along on either side assuring her
everything would be just fine and giving her friendly pats on her bouncing,
pink rump as they did so.

   When they reached the other horses, a few men stepped forward to help
Jenny get herself upright.  They did this by alternately picking up and
pulling her right leg toward the rear of the horse (spreading her legs most
provocatively) and sliding it over the horse -(TM)s rump, while cupping
both of her creamy breasts and picking them (and her) upward and toward the
front of the horse.  They could have used her shoulders instead but what
would be the fun in that?

   They distracted her from all this fondling (more than a few hands 
-œguided - her bottom cheeks into the saddle as well) by telling her to
grab onto the saddle horn, and slide those boots all the way into the
stirrups, and other important sounding stuff to Jenny.  It was only when
she looked down and saw her bare breasts wobbling in the sunlight with the
gentle swaying walk of the gelding that she realized she was so exposed.

    -œOh dear!! - she cooed as she finally freed a hand from the saddle
horn and pulled her top up to cover herself.

    -œWe -(TM)re gonna take it nice and easy for you Miss, just a little
walk to a spring up that canyon and then back. -said Harvey as he held on
to Jenny -(TM)s reins from his horse, which was beside and a little ahead
of her as they left the yard.

   Jenny held firmly onto the saddle horn as the little horse swayed and
pitched under her.  A small horse with short legs creates a less fluid,
smooth ride for the rider and, as those little legs chug up and down, it
seems even a simple walk is quite bumpy.  No doubt this was exactly what
the men who saddled the horse had in mind.  Now these same men rode along
beside the beautiful blonde in the big, white cowboy hat.

   Jenny had her share of admirers from behind as well, of course, as her
tantalizingly round bottom was only half covered by her very short denim
cut-offs.  Above the saddle you could see at least three inches of bare
skin on each cheek when seated, and more when she bounced.  And boy, was
she bouncing!  If the fact that she was already on a horse that could set a
normal rider bobbing wasn -(TM)t enough, Jenny had no experience riding. 
It takes a certain amount of practice to find a horse -(TM)s rhythm and
glide along with it, so that you can have a riding experience that doesn
-(TM)t leave you butt sore.  But Jenny couldn -(TM)t seem to get the hang
of it and that little horse was sending her up and out of the saddle with
each step.  Of course what goes up invariably must come down, so it was
that sound, the sound of Jenny -(TM)s bare behind slapping down on the
hard, smooth saddle, that accompanied the riders up the canyon.  Up and
down, splat and jiggle, that strip of denim holding the front to the back
of her shorts was working deep into the space between and Jenny wasn -(TM)t
terribly comfortable with that.  She blushed every time she thought about
the view of her from behind as well and she gave a little  -œdarn him! -
under her breath at her husband and his snipping of her pant legs.

   From the front Jenny -(TM)s breasts were doing an unbelievable dance. 
Because her arms were pressing them together as she grasped the saddle
horn, her cleavage was even more prominent.  They both heaved up and down
independent of Jenny -(TM)s bouncing, and in response to it at the same
time.  The constant movement inside her T-shirt had caused enough friction
to stimulate her large nipples to rigidity.  The four or five cowboys that
rode ahead and to the side of Jenny were mesmerized and grinning like fools
at her bobbing bosom.  A few were even salivating, and none were without a
raging erection.  She didn -(TM)t notice this of course, she was too
worried about that denim strip that seemed to want to crawl inside her and
the fact that her boobs were going to bounce right out of the T-shirt at
any minute!  They continued on at this happy pace for a bit.

   After about five minutes of enjoying Jenny -(TM)s charms on the horse,
the riders seemed to slow down as the trail widened before the canyon. 
Harvey turned to Jenny briefly and gave her a wink and a smile.  All of a
sudden he kicked his horse and both his and hers took off at a trot.  The
others rode along all around her and watched the show.  A trotting horse
really gives the rider more of an up and down rhythm to contend with and,
of course, Jenny had no ability at all in gliding with the accelerated
movement.  She was bouncing a good six to eight inches out of that saddle
and coming down hard, her bottom slapping the seat at a rapid pace and
beginning to get a pink, rosy glow.  But it was up front that most of the
riders were enjoying, as Jenny -(TM)s breasts decided that they weren
-(TM)t going to stay within that T-shirt any longer.  They bounded out of
their white enclosure by the third trot, and her big bare boobs looked
glorious in the bright sun.  The juicy red nipples stood out hard and
swollen from the pink-brown circle of her aureole, and although they were
large they were round and firm, soft and pale and vibrant.

   Oh yeah, and also they were moving.  They were bouncing in a huge up and
down movement Jenny could do nothing about.

    -œNooooooooooo!!!!! - Jenny called ahead of her, after she shrieked
when her breasts jumped out of her shirt..

    -Stttttttoooooooooooooppppppppp!!!!!!!!  her voice echoed up the
canyon.

   But Harvey was only going to stop when he had to, which was a little
ways ahead as the trail narrowed to ascend the canyon at it -(TM)s opening.
Meanwhile, Jenny was putting on a terrific show for the cowboys.  They were
whooping and hollering and laughing and whistling, but most of all,
staring..bug-eyed and horny!  They couldn -(TM)t believe how big and juicy
those naked breasts looked, and how fetchingly they bobbed up and down. 
Each one just wanted their face as close as possible to them.  And at the
top of her beautiful, smooth thigh her hips flared out to hold a
deliciously round bottom.  Now barely covered at all, and taking on a
pinkness from the saddle slaps, her rump was a round, protruding set of
globes, with the smoothest skin over the softest muscles.  And it got to
jiggling in a most succulent way.  Their thoughts went to little bites or
squeezes of that great looking behind, as if it were a fruit from heaven.
Jenny -(TM)s cute look of panic was priceless and her entire face was red
with embarrassment, but there was nothing she could do about her body being
on display to all these men as she bounced up and down in the saddle.

   They finally reached the canyon mouth and Harvey slowed the horses to a
walk so that they could cool down.  Jenny risked falling off and released
the saddle horn long enough to stuff her boobs back in her shirt and was
heard whispering  -œohmygodohmygodohmygod - over and over to herself.  She
even attempted to pull her shorts back down on her rear a little but
stopped short of actually digging out the thong and denim strip from her
shorts as she noticed she was surrounded by grinning cowboys.

    -œHere ya go Miss, ridin can be thirsty bidness ya -(TM)know - said
the one next to her and he handed Jenny a metal canteen with a cloth
blanket-like covering on it -(TM)s two round sides.  The horses had come to
a stop and all the men seemed to have pulled up ahead of Jenny and were
sitting sideways in the saddle to look back at her.

    -œWhy, thank you. - Jenny said and, with some effort, unscrewed the
metal cap which fell to the side, hanging from it -(TM)s little metal
chain.

   Jenny then tipped the canteen back along with her head to get a sip,
because it only seemed to be about a third full.  She kept leaning back
until she finally felt water in her mouth and had a strange feeling at her
breasts at the same time.

    -œOh dang, forgot that was the one with the leak Missy. - apologized
the cowboy as he took the canteen back.

   But he didn -(TM)t look very sorry.  Jenny looked down and saw where he
was looking and squealed.  The canteen had a convenient hole drilled into
it below the drinking spout, which had sprayed the front of Jenny -(TM)s
T-shirt.  It had wet both breasts down to the nipples and had effectively
made her shirt transparent.  Now that she had her boobs in her shirt, they
may as well be on the outside for what she showed.  She folded her arms
across her breasts and blushed deeply.

    -œWell, we best get goin.. - said Harvey and lurched Jenny -(TM)s
horse forward hard enough that she immediately grabbed the saddle horn with
her hands so as not to fall off.

   The riders ascended that beautiful canyon with the most enticing
blushing blonde in all Arizona.  Long, curvy, smooth legs above those black
boots.  A proud pink rump, round and jiggly, sticking out the back of very
brief shorts.  And to top it off, two perfectly round, large boobs in a
very wet white T-shirt that exposed them, hard nipples and all, to any who
wished to look.  Set all these adorable body parts in motion and add to the
mix that the blonde had no way to cover herself and you get the picture.

   Jenny thought the eyes of the men would bore into her as they rode and
felt the flush of embarrassment creep down her neck to her wet boobs.  She
thought their ride would never end.  But it did, at a spring area with a
little pool of water for the horses, one lone palm, and surrounded by
cactus and boulders.  The canyon walls rose up steeply on either side.  All
the riders got down and a couple came forth to help Jenny down as well.

   Her legs were grabbed and moved and she found herself in that position
again of laying across a saddle.  But this time she felt two or three pairs
of hands guiding the back of her thighs and bottom cheeks as she slid down
the side of the horse and her feet finally found purchase.  She covered her
wet breasts as best she could and went with the other riders to sit on the
rocks around the pool as the horses drank.

   The men began to talk to Jenny about riding and how well they thought
she had done, despite the fact that she wasn -(TM)t wearing riding clothes.
One of Jenny -(TM)s hands went back behind her to rub her bottom as she
listened.  She was holding her T-shirt out from her body as far as she
could to not show anything but her adorable cleavage, and the hot sun was
actually drying the shirt as she sat there.

   That's when Jenny looked down and saw the little lizard zoom over her
boot.  This caused her to lurch back and she felt herself sliding back off
the slick rock she had chose to sit on.

    -œOW! - Jenny exclaimed as she felt the sting on her behind, but she
slid a little further and she felt more stinging up her bottom and even on
to her back.  The men leaped forward and grabbed her arms and quickly
pulled her up to a standing position.  But the stinging didn -(TM)t stop
and Jenny kept saying  -œow!  ow!  ow! - and hopped from foot to foot.

   The men turned her around and found out why, she had leaned against a
cactus as she slid and had embedded the thorns in her shirt and shorts,
along with numerous places on her backside.  She looked like a pin cushion.


    -œGood Christ Miss!  You have that cholla stuck all over you back
there! - Harvey exclaimed, but soon curbed his panic and spoke to Jenny in
a soothing way and explained what had to be done.

   She cringed amid her hops and squeals, but nodded her head in agreement
to what Harvey was suggesting.  The simple fact was plain enough, that her
clothes were inundated with thorns and could no way be safely kept on
without more of them finding skin to go into.  So as the men gently pulled
the T-shirt out as far as possible in back, Harvey used his sharp buck
knife and slipped it right up the front of Jenny -(TM)s shirt as he pulled
it away from her breasts, and then let go.

   It whipped off her and the cowboys tossed it in the desert.  Sliding her
jeans down her legs was not a good idea as well so one cowboy with heavy
work gloves grabbed the bottom of her shorts in the back and pulled them
out as far as he could too.  Harvey was kneeling behind Jenny and slit both
the denim strip and the white thong panty as it was pulled out enough to
safely do so.  Then Jenny undid the buttons in front and Harvey slit them
down the rest of the way and she finally had her thorny clothes off.

   She used one hand to cover her curly blonde pubic hair and the other to
cover a nipple, and tried to use her arm to cover the other nipple, but
couldn -(TM)t.  Here she was again, naked except for a pair of boots in
front of a crowd of men.  Wearing a silly cowboy hat even.  Her body
flushed with redness as her embarrassment even overcame the pain she was
in.

   Some of the men seemed to be actually looking over her situation behind
her seriously, but most were just standing around with their hands in their
pockets, staring at the luscious naked blonde standing in front of them. 
The men behind her asked her to bend forward a little and she did as she
was told.  Her breast flowed out over the top of her arm and her bottom
stuck up and out enticingly with the arch in her back.  She didn -(TM)t
know what they were doing back there, but most of the cowboys migrated
behind her to see.  They asked her to bend over a little further, and she
did, hearing their whispered voices behind her.

   While they had no intention of trying to remove the barbed thorns out of
Jenny -(TM)s rump ( there were only five, and two in her lower back) they
were having a great time getting the blonde to get into suggestive postures
for them while pretending to access the situation.  Although her legs were
tight together, they had gotten her bent over far enough that her sweet
pink lips had popped out the back between her thighs.  The natural curve of
this beauty -(TM)s legs and butt, and how her waist pinched in and then
smoothed out again in a slope to her shoulders was amazing.  And her behind
was so round and pink and smooth, stretched taunt and aching to be fondled,
with her deliciously pouty labia below it..  well, no fewer than two thirds
of them had a firm hold of themselves as she wiggled her butt back and
forth, stepping on and off each foot, murmuring little ow -(TM)s!  and
ouches!  as the cactus stung her tender bottom.

    -œWell, I can -(TM)t see as how we could get any of those out without
it hurtin like hell. - Harvey finally said, and he told Jenny she could
stand up now, amid groans from the few who would have had her stand like
that all day.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry Miss, even if we put something on you I -(TM)m afraid
it would just wiggle those thorns in deeper, so you -(TM)re gonna have to
stayed nekkid a little longer.. - he trailed off as his eyes strayed down
her chest to her sex.   -œBut I have an idea how we can get you back to the
ranch without you havin ta -(TM) sit a horse. - He said as he came out of
the reverie he was enjoying.

   And with that he strolled over to his saddle and pulled a roll of what
looked like suede leather off the back.  But when he untied it Jenny saw it
was really a sheep skin and still had the wool on the other side, puffy and
soft and about two inches thick.

   Harvey explained to Jenny what he had in mind and she thought it at
least offered her some cover for her exposed parts, so she agreed.  They
all mounted again and this time Harvey stretched his rope from the saddle
horn around the back of his saddle and then threw it over to a rider beside
him who left it hanging slack between them but pulled it around the back of
his saddle and around his horn as well.  Then he tossed Harvey the end of
the rope and, leaving the same amount of slack between them with this
second strand, tied it if on his saddle horn.

   Jenny then lay the sheep skin over the two hanging strands of parallel
rope and lay face down on this homemade hammock.  Jenny was hoping she
would be able to cover her breasts as well as her pubes but the arrangement
made that difficult as the front rope almost had to cross her body below
them to balance her well enough, and she found she had to hold on to the
rope on either side with both hands as well to keep from falling.  So her
beautiful bare bosom hug over the front of this makeshift stretcher like
the prow of a boat.  The other rope she tried to keep on the top of her
thighs so her legs could stick straight out the back and she could keep
them together.  She knew she would be exposing her bare bottom to everyone
all the way back (and now she discovered, her boobs as well), but she was
hoping that was all.

   The cowboys had the ride of their lives, they could ride forward and
watch Jenny blush as she saw them staring at her bouncing breasts which,
due to being between two horses, developed a side to side sway that was
almost as embarrassing as the up and down bounce when they jumped out of
her shirt.  Then they could ride behind and look at those beautiful naked
thighs and that wiggling pink bottom.  But they were in for a treat because
it didn -(TM)t stay like that all the way back.

   The rear rope kept sliding forward so that it reached the crease in
Jenny -(TM)s hips where she normally bends.  This would cause her legs to
drop and the toes of her boots would drag on the ground.  She would then
furiously wiggle back and forth to ease the rope back down to her upper
thighs, in the process she would flail her legs all about, invariably
separating them for extended periods of time as she attempted to climb back
on her hammock.  This happened repeatedly and they would shout
encouragement to Jenny and whistle and hoot, and she would wiggle and
blush, as she had a general idea that she was showing everything to anyone
who was behind her.

   On occasion the hammock-carrying rider next to Harvey would lean over
while Jenny was struggling to climb back on and slide his hand between her
legs and down to her upper thigh in front and pull up to help her get back
on.  Not only was he brushing past her labia as he did so, but when he
pulled her up she was in such an exaggerated posture, with her bottom stuck
high in the air and her legs spread that she knew from the sharp whistles
and hoots they were seeing everything she had!

    -œOH MY GOD!  THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!! -

   Jenny -(TM)s mind screamed as she endured the most humiliating horseback
ride of her life.



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   Jenny's Toga Dilemma By TrackJim

   "Come on, Jenny.  It'll be fun."

   John knew Jenny would have a good time, if she could just let go of her
fear of embarrassment.  Since the events of the fashion show it had been
difficult to get Jenny out of the house.  When she did leave she had
insisted on wearing pants and heavy-duty shirts.  With her fabulous figure
and face, she remained the center of attention, but even then she
constantly checked her clothes.  She really needed to relax.

   "You know you always love Bill and Kathy's parties."

   "Well....", Jenny said as she mulled it over.

   Bill and Kathy were really nice people.  She felt a bit guilty that she
had passed on the last two party invitations.  Their parties were always
fun with lots of interesting people.

   "Okay, but why a toga party?"

   "It's their party and they wanted to do something different.  Look,
dear, we can go out right now and buy something you'll be comfortable in."

   "Okay.  I do need to do some shopping."

   --

   John and Jenny had visited several shops in the mall, but none had
anything remotely toga-like.  It was then they spotted a new store between
the B.  Daltons and The Nature Store - The Pleasure Chest.  John stared at
the mannequins in the store windows dressed in their long flowing lingerie.
Even Jenny looked appreciatively at the ankle-length silk gown of creamy
white.  It was certainly elegant, but bare back cut and wrap-around styling
brought a chill to her spine.  Such as gown would be tempting fate.

   "Dear, I think you'd look fabulous in that gown."

   "John, it IS nice, but just too revealing for me."

   "Are you kidding?  That gown is perfect for you.  It'll accent your
figure perfectly.  You'll be the hit of the party."

   "That is what I'm afraid of", Jenny thought even as John prodded her
into the store.

   --

   It was the night of the party.  Jenny stared at the image in her
vanity's mirror.  She wore the ankle-length gown and leather sandals.  John
had been right; the gown was perfect for her.  The creamy white of the
luxurious material contrasted nicely with her deeply tanned body.  The gown
was wrapped around her as the mannequin had worn it.  Her left shoulder was
completely uncovered.  A wide strip of material was thrown over her right
shoulder and formed a waist-length cape.  With the addition of a couple of
'security' buttons, it hung in place without showing anything naughty.  In
addition the cape covered most of her bare back, especially her lower back.
However, Jenny had not found a single bra she could wear with the gown. 
John had innocently stated that a bra was just not appropriate with the
gown, but that was Jenny's fear.  Without a bra she felt sure she was
REALLY tempting the fates.

   John knew his work was cut out for him.  He commented repeatedly on how
nice Jenny looked in the gown.  He had not even thought of tampering with
the gown.  As much as he wanted to show Jenny off, another embarrassing
mishap could result in Jenny wearing a suit of armor whenever she left the
house.  Besides, this gown DID really show her off without showing too
much.

   "Come on.  If you don't go, you'll have to make another excuse to Bill
and Kathy.  They're going to think you don't like them anymore."

   Jenny and John were having a great time.  John had found two bronze
wristbands with ornate swirls and tiny fake jewels.  With the addition of
gold painted head wreath and his knee-length toga he looked the part of a
Roman Senator.

   Bill and Kathy had gambled on the weather and won.  The warm spring day
had become a lovely evening.  The festive party lanterns gave just enough
light to keep the evening shadows at bay.  Bill was doing a fine job as a
disk jockey.  Several couples danced on the wide hardwood deck to his
music. John had urged Jenny to dance to slower tunes.  She had loosened up
as leaned her warm body to his as they swayed.  His hands hugged her bare
back under the cape.  With a will of their own his hands slowly dropped
lower.  When they reached the edge of the gown at the base of her back they
paused.

   John was all too aware where his hands rested.  He waited for Jenny to
stiffen and pull away, but she did not.  If anything she hugged him more
tightly to her.  John glanced around but found no one paying undue
attention to them.  He became aware the cape was masking the actions of his
hands.  Dare he?

   Yes!

   John's fingers slipped under the material.  Inch by inch they moved
lower until his hands cupped Jenny's firm behind.  Only then did Jenny
giggle.

   "John, that's enough ...  until we get home."

   John smiled back and started to withdraw his hands.  Suddenly his hand
stopped holding her and she felt the back of her dress pull tight.

   "I'm not kidding, mister!"

   "Jenny, I'm stuck."

   "WHAT?"

   "Shush", John whispered.  "My wristbands are caught in your dress."

   Jenny gulped.  As the song ended the dance area cleared.  Bill announced
a break.  John and Jenny felt self-conscious as they remained standing by
themselves.

   Jenny was getting embarrassed as she felt John struggle with his
wristbands and her dress.  His actions were getting frantic and then she
heard something with which she was all too familiar.

   RrrriIIPPP!

   The sound thundered in Jenny's ears.  She spied around but no one was
looking at her except John.  He looked at her sheepishly even as he pulled
at the strips of white cloth hanging from his wristbands.  Jenny slowly
reached behind her and found the back of her dress torn open down to her
thighs.

   The only things hiding Jenny's firm bottom were her cape and the white
thong.  The thong had been the only clean white underwear she had
available. Even the more conservative pink panties had left a shadow
through the white gown -- and it had left a panty line.  When she had been
dressing she had kicked herself for not thinking ahead and trapping her
into wearing the more daring thong.  The way it crawled into her, the thong
covered very little of her blushing posterior.

   It took John only an instant to see the red blush flood Jenny's face. 
He knew he had to act quickly or she would lock herself in their house for
a long time.  He put aside his own desires to see her shown.  He stuffed
the strips of torn material under a table before standing behind Jenny's
back.  He hoped to shield from the eyes of the other guests as he herded
her towards the front door.

   "Sorry, but I've got a splitting headache."

   John made the excuse.  He wanted to make it as easy as possible for
Jenny, but even as he shuffled Jenny out the door the situation he was
OH-SO tempted NOT to let it pass.

   "Jenny, you better wait here while I get the car."

   They had been forced to park in the next block.  Jenny gave John a
desperate look as he left her standing near the curb.

   A cool breeze lifted Jenny's cape and raised goose bumps to her body. 
She grabbed the cape and held it tightly across her bottom.  She glanced
fearfully at the sky and saw it being filled with clouds that obscured the
moon and stars.  A cold drop struck her nose.  A moment later it was joined
by a dozen more.  Already the raindrops were darkening her gown as the
material became soaked and adhered to her flesh.  A cacophony of voices
erupted behind her.  The party's guest were being forced inside by the
rain. The house became over crowded and some party guests were deciding to
depart.  With her rain-soaked gown becoming transparent Jenny was growing
anxious.

   John had not returned when Jenny heard the front door slam and footsteps
approached from the house.  Gripped by embarrassment she looked desperately
for a hiding place.  The only things she saw were two rows of evergreen
shrubs.  On impulse she drove into the dense shrubs.  As Jenny's passed
through the shrubs the needles snagged and then tangled in the thin
material of her gown.  By the time she came to a stop her gown hung in
pieces on the branches and twigs of the evergreens.  She knelt behind the
shrubs in only her white thong panties.  She pulled on the remnants of her
gown but she only succeeded in ripping it into even smaller pieces.

   Jenny was desperate.  The cool rain continued to fall covering her in
its liquid sheen.  She clutched hugged her arms to her chest, but failed to
realize her rain drenched thong become all but invisible. Thankfully, no
one was near when she spotted John driving toward her.  She could see him
turning his head as he approached slowly.  Jenny realized he would not see
her in her hiding place.  He might drive passed her or, even worse, park
the car again and return on foot.  She took a deep breath and made a
decision.

   John was driving very slowly.  Jenny was no where in sight as he
approached Bill and Kathy's house when the vision appeared from the
evergreens.  A drenched Jenny vaulted from the evergreens and ran to the
side of the car.  John's mouth hung open at the erotic vision as she pulled
at the locked passenger door.  After five seconds (an eternity to Jenny)
John unlocked the door.  Jenny jumped into the passenger seat and scooted
down as far as possible.

   "Drive!"

   John took the long way home.



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   Jenny Strips Herself by Patrick

   So, Jenny thought to herself, she was finally graduated from the police
academy, and had only a week or two's worth of desk duty to get thru before
being assigned to a veteran officer for training as a patrolwoman.  Should
be a snap, she thought, it was a lot like being a secretary, and she'd
certainly done THAT before!  She was glad to be out of the academy; even if
her sole mishap had been her too-baggy sweatpants coming down during a
self-defense class - that type of environment - the handcuffing practice,
frisking, etc.  etc.  had led to a LOT of body contact, and Jenny wasn't to
sure all of it had been unintentional on the part of her classmates and
instructors - in fact, Jenny felt she had been used for demonstration
purposes almost every DAY!  The only apprehension she felt now was that
apparently, her uniform measurements had been recorded incorrectly - her
blouse and trousers were exceptionally tight and restrictive.

   She had made this known to her commander, who had had her refitted, and
replacement uniforms were on the way.  She was glad, in fact, that she
WASN'T yet out on the streets in this situation - she shuddered at the
possibilities that opened to her; Lord knows, she had certainly been the
victim of PLENTY of misfortune in the clothing accident department!  She
was a little bored, and scanned the bustling office she was seated in.

   It was a slow day, and Jenny was beginning to get drowsy; perhaps this
was the reason her guard was let down, and she made a characteristic error
on her part....  She noticed a loose thread protruding from the seam
beneath the zipper flap in her trousers, and her mind went back to
something her husband had said about how in his Army days, if a sergeant
had seen loose threads on your uniform, you were given demerits, and
"Kitchen Police" duty.

   Of course, Jenny had a lot of pride in her appearance, and she didn't
want anyone thinking any different, so she pinched the offending thread
between her fingers, and yanked on it.  OH, NOOOOOOOO!, she thought in
horror, as the seam parted easily from her efforts.

   The thread had apparently been integral to the strength of the stitching
there.  Her pastel yellow rayon bikini panties poked out at her now bugging
eyes.  She glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching her - she
suddenly felt TERRIBLY self-conscious.  No one seemed to be paying her any
mind.  Jenny looked back down, and found, amazingly, that the hole was now
an inch or two even DEEPER!  It was because the pants were so tight, and
under strain , she reasoned.

   What could she DO?, she thought, near frantic with panic now.

   As she observed her dilemma, she SAW the seam spread silently another
quarter inch down!  She rummaged thru her desk drawer, and finally found
one - a safety pin!  She checked to make sure that she was still
unobserved, then reached down to attempt the desired repairs, if even only
temporarily, until she could properly address the damage from the security
of the ladies room.

   NO!  NO!  NO!NO!  she cursed inwardly; - her efforts to pinch together
the gaping fabric in order to pin it only served to place more strain on
the material, and the seam tore suddenly, decisively both up AND down in a
heart-stopping instant.

   Surveying the damage, Jenny was dismayed to see a wide, yawning hole
from about her mid-zipper area, down to the four-way seam intersection
between her legs.  Even as she looked on in shock and disappointment, the
stitching CONTINUED to slip silently, incrementally apart.  Now, the seams
leading down her inner thighs were separating, and the rear seam between
her hips was beginning to creep open in an upward migration - her seat
would be exposed if THAT seam got any worse!  Even the SLIGHTEST movement,
fidget, or flexing of her muscles made matters worse - the pants were just
TOO tight!!!

   Well, she thought, I just can't SIT here while my uniform comes apart -
I'd better take SOME kind of action!  So, she decided to cover herself with
a casually (!!!) grasped clipboard, and make a hasty exit to the locker
room, where she had a change of clothes.  Good!  Still no one watching! 
She rose suddenly - too suddenly - and of course, seams widened in all
directions.

   Still, she had hope, and stepped off with determination; clipboard
placed as strategically as possible under the circumstances.  She could
hear a faint SNIK.SWNIKK..SNIK..  with every step, and quickened her pace.

   GOSH!  It was a long way to the locker room from here, she thought.  She
prayed she could reach safety even as she thought she could feel a draft on
her behind.  Quick glance back as she moved - yep!  Panties on display
there now, too!  She was speedwalking like an Olympic athlete, and now her
fellow officers began to look her way, and some began to laugh and comment.

   Jenny broke into a jog, and her trousers catastrophically failed - she
might just as well have been only wearing her panties now.  A button now
followed the first, second and third that had already gone unnoticed by
Jenny as they had popped off her bulging blouse - she was putting too much
strain on THAT garment, too, with her vigorous movements.  Matching lace
bra that barely restrained her beautiful bust could now be seen , complete
with their jouncing cargo.

   Too panicked now, Jenny bumped into a desk she passed, and the corner
broke the string side of her panties, which promptly SNAPPED free, and
revealed her lush blond thatch, and clenching, bouncing hips.  Running, all
the blouse buttons let go, the material parted open and flapped behind her,
and last, but certainly not least, first one, and then the other breast
both jumped out of her bra.  OH, well, Jenny thought, better pick up a
newspaper on the way home - it looked as if she'd be job hunting again
tomorrow!  Maybe Ashley could help..........



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   Jenny's Play Day by ?

   Ashley and Jenny were having lunch together at the Inn on the Green. 
Ashley had invited Jenny for a reason.

   "Jenny, have I ever told you about my community drama group?"

   "Yes, you have.  I am surprised, though.  You've never struck me as the
acting type."

   "No,no.  I don't do any acting.  I'm the director, and the producer, and
the set designer.  Basically, I'm in charge of most everything.  It's not
easy, but I do so love being in charge.  Issuing orders and having
everybody obey.  I get such a charge out of it.  It's almost as good as
sex."

   "Wow!  I never found the theater so exciting."

   "Oh it can be, it can be.  In fact, that's one of the reasons I invited
you here today.  You see, I'm getting up an original production and I'm
having a little difficulty getting a female lead.  They seem to be somewhat
intimidated by the responsibility."

   "I don't understand,Ash, what has that to do with me?"

   "Well, you've acted before.  I know you enjoy it, and I was hoping I
could persuade you to trod the boards again."

   It was true that Jenny had acted before, and she really did harbor a
desire to do more.  But her experiences on stage had all seemed to go wrong
somehow.  They usually ended with a very embarrassing close.  Or more
accurately, no clothes!  However, Jenny found the offer tempting.

   "I don't know.  I never seem to have much luck with acting."

   "Nonsense, Jenny, I've seen you on stage many times.  And every time
you've made quite an impression on your audience."

   Yes, thought Ashley, when you saw Jenny on stage.  You usually saw all
of her.  Every inch.  Without a stitch.  Something Ashley herself had
helped arrange, more than once.  And if I can persuade her, this time will
be no different.

   "You really think so?  I do try to give it my all.  And it is nice to
hear that I've succeeded."

   Her all?  Yes all her clothes!

   "Few who've seen, will ever forget you, Jenny.  Take my word for it."

   "What is the play about?"

   "It's a medieval setting.  There's this wealthy Lord who is rather
overbearing.  He's cruel to his people and overtaxes them to the point
where they have little hope left.  But he's married to this beautiful woman
and she has a good heart.  She sees what her husband's actions are doing to
the people and she can stand it no longer.  She decides to try and reform
him, to persuade him that for his own good he must change.  But this only
hardens him.  He doesn't like his wife telling him he's wrong, taking the
side of the peasants against him.  So he plots a way to thwart her and make
her subservient once more to him and to give up being the people's
champion. He sets her a challenge that he imagines she couldn't possibly
accept, figuring that will end her rebelliousness.  But she is made of
sterner stuff than he thought.  She accepts his challenge and succeeds,
thereby helping the people and changing his ways."

   "Gosh!  That does sound exciting.  Why wouldn't the women in your troupe
want to play her?  I'd die for a meaty role like that!"

   "Wellll!!!  I didn't tell you everything about the role.  There is one
thing about it that seems to frighten off a lot of them.  It's just a small
thing but not many care to do it."

   "What is it?  What scares them off?"

   "You see, Jenny, our troupe performs outdoors.  Right here, as a matter
of fact, in this park.  There's an amphitheater where we work."

   "Oh I've seen it!  I've been there a number of times.  How marvellous!
I've always wondered what it would be like to act out of doors?"

   "There's nothing like it.  You can interact with your audience so much
better.  And there's greater scope for your productions.  You're not
confined by space as you are in a theater.  But it's this aspect that has
the women concerned.  You see in this play, you have to do something you
don't do everyday.  Something some women would even be terrified to do."

   "What on earth do they have to do that's so frightening?"

   Ashley hesitated as if wondering how best to answer.

   "You'd have to ride a horse.  Just for the closing scene.  No more than
that.  But it seems a lot are not comfortable with that."

   "Is that all??  My Lord!  I thought it must have been something
dreadful. Why would they object to that?  I love riding horses."

   "Yes, but you'd have to ride bareback."

   "I love riding bareback.  It's so natural."

   Bareback?  Natural?  Jenny, how ever did you guess?

   "Well, then, will you do it?  I'm kind of stuck and you'd really be
helping me out!"

   "What are friends for?  I'd love to Ashley, and I'm honoured that you'd
think of me for this part in your play."

   "Truth be told, Jenny, when I wrote it, I had you in mind.  I couldn't
imagine anyone else playing this part!  You would make it come alive, seem
so real.  Almost like actually being there."

   "What's the play called?"

   "Uh!  It's...ummm....uhhh....it's ....it's called....Lady Godiva!"

   "Lady Godiva?  That name seems familiar somehow.  I can't imagine why.
It must be because it's such an unusual name."

   "Perhaps I'd mentioned I was writing it at some time to you."

   "Yes, that's probably it.  You know, Ash, I think I can really show them
something in this role.  She sounds like a woman people would flock to see.
The exposure wouldn't hurt me either.  I mean if I decide I'd like to try
more acting."

   "Don't worry,dear, you'll get lots of exposure in this role.  And I'll
bet we'll get a full house to see it.  We'll give them what they want, and
they'll go home satisfied."

   Ashley couldn't believe her luck!  It was easier than she had imagined.
The bimbo agreed with no hesitation!  When she asked the title, Ashley
thought the jig was up.  She'd be indignant and refuse.  But she didn't
even know who Lady Godiva was!!  Sometimes it's just too easy.

   Jenny was so excited about getting the lead role in the play that she
couldn't wait to tell her husband John.  No sooner was he through the door
than she told all to him.

   "Honey, you'll never guess what happened to me today."

   John's mind positively raced with speculative scenarios.  What did I
miss this time?  Damn, it seems I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong
time these days and have to hear of her nude exploits second-hand!

   "What happened now?  Tell me all about it.  It'll help you to get over
it.  Don't leave anything out, no matter how trivial it may seem to you!"

   Jenny thought how lucky she was to have a husband that was so interested
in her life and so supportive.  It was such a comfort.  Especially when she
would have those unfortunate accidents with her clothes.  He would always
insist that she unburden herself completely and furnish every minor detail.
Sometimes he'd want to hear it several times.  He took such an interest. 
Plus, their sex was always more passionate after such events, she assumed
it was John's way of showing her how much she was loved!

   "No, this was a good thing that happened.  Not one
of.....those.....incidents."

   "Oh!  Well, in that case, what's for dinner?  I'm starving."

   "John, I didn't tell you yet!"

   "Oh, right, sorry!  What did you want to tell me?"

   "You'll never guess.  I had lunch with Ashley today.  And she offered me
the lead role in the play her community group players are doing."

   "Ashley wants you to be in a play?"

   "Not just in it.  She wants me to star.  The lead role, she insisted
that I play the lead role!  She said she wrote it with me in mind for the
starring female!"

   "Really?  Ashley did?  She wrote it?  And she insists that you be the
star?  What is this play called?"

   "Lady Godiva!  Doesn't that sound elegant?"

   "Lady Godiva!?!?  And you agreed?"

   "Of course!  She said the other women were intimidated by the role
because of something they'd have to do and many were reluctant to do."

   "Did she tell you what this something is?"

   "Of course she did, silly.  She explained that because her play is
performed outside that the female lead would have to do something very
daring.  She'd have to ride a horse!!"

   "Ride a horse?  Is that it?  Did she tell you how you were to ride this
horse?"

   "Bareback.  At least I think she said it was to be bareback.  I'm pretty
sure she said bareback.  But I'm not worried.  I love riding horses. 
Riding one bareback doesn't scare me!"

   Bareback!!  Yes and barefront, baretop, and barebottom!!  Bare
everything if he knew Ashley!!  This is one play he wasn't going to miss!!
He was getting stiff just thinking about it.

   "Well you know this is quite a commitment you've made.  I'm proud of you
for wanting to help out a friend.  Things unforeseen sometimes come up in
these productions, things that may cause us to feel we can't do them.  But
it's important at such times to test our limits, to accept new challenges,
to do things that we fear so it will help us to grow in character.  We
should never refuse these challenges, no matter how much they frighten us!"

   "Gosh, I never thought of it that way.  But I think you're so right, we
should challenge ourselves.  Of course, in this case, I've already got a
leg up.  I enjoy riding horses!"

   Yes, thought John, and I can't wait to see you riding this one!

   Ashley picked up Jenny in her car next day and drove her out into the
countryside.

   "Jenny, keep an eye out for Billingsgate Road.  It should be around
here. Katherine gave me the directions over the phone and I hope I got them
right."

   "Have you never been to her place before?  If she's to supply the horse
for our play, how did you find her?"

   "At my Riding Academy.  Katherine is also a member.  She raises, trains,
and sells mounts to most of it's members.  She has some of the finest show
horses around.  Ah, good!  Here it is.  Now she said it wasn't far from the
main road.  It is surrounded by cedar rail fencing.  It has a large sign at
the front entrance with the name "Glenvale Farms" on it."

   Jenny pointed.

   "There it is."

   It was a most impressive establishment.  All the fields were white board
fenced.  The driveway was a cobblestone circular pattern.  The main house
was two stories with large white pillars outlining a portico with a balcony
overhead.  The stables were set well back but were equally impressive.  All
brown brick with three cupolas on the roof.  There was both an indoor and
an outdoor training ring.  All in all this place said money and success! 
Katherine must have been watching for them because she immediately emerged
from the front door to welcome them.

   "Glad to see you've made it.  I don't always give the best directions
and I was afraid I might have got you lost."

   "Your directions were fine, Katherine.  We had no trouble at all. 
Katherine allow me to introduce the star of my play, this is Jenny."

   Katherine found herself catching her breath.  This woman was gorgeous!
It had been some time since she'd seen another quite so beautiful. 
Katherine felt an instant attraction.

   "Jenny, how very nice to meet you.  So you're the one who will be riding
my horse.  Have you ridden much?"

   "Oh, yes.  I love to ride horses.  This is a beautiful place you have
here.  Do you run it alone or with your husband?"

   "Husband?  No, I'm not married.  Far too busy to be bothered with that.
Men are alright in their place, and their place here is in the bunkhouse
not the main house."

   She laughed.

   "No I'm in charge here and they know it.  Would you like a little tour?
We can saunter down to the paddock and I'll introduce you to your mount for
the play."

   "Yes, please.  I'd love to see more and I can't wait to meet my horse."

   "Good, then come with me."

   Jenny was very impressed.  She had never seen a place quite like
Katherine's before.  So big, so clean, so well-managed.  She was very
interested in everything and would poke her head in doorways and climb
fences trying to see it all.  Katherine was walking with Ashley and the two
were deep in conversation, all the while keeping their eyes fixated on
Jenny.

   "Well, Kath, I've explained to you what I'll need.  Do you have one that
fits the bill?"

   "You know, Ashley, when I first met you, you seemed so normal.  I had no
idea you had such a wicked streak.  I think that's what attracted me to
you, when I found out you did.  When I discovered it was you who got
Millicent Westerbrook drunk at the "Hunt Ball" and left her naked in the
horse stall with that rogue stallion.  Well, I must say, I was impressed.
Why ever did you do that, by the way?"

   "That bitch wanted to replace me as Chairperson of the Academy.  And if
the rumours were correct, she slept with just about every member of the
Board.  Male and female."

   "Did you object to her sleeping with the women board members?"

   "No, of course not!  I would have done the same if I'd needed to.  But
the chance to stop Millie presented itself, so I didn't need to.  Her
reputation was ruined and I stayed in the chair.  Everything worked out in
the end."

   "Ruined??  You mean her reputation was made!"

   They both laughed at this.

   "You don't suppose it really did anything with Millicent, do you?  I
mean, is that even possible?"

   "I heard yes.  But I never could confirm it.  I would have loved to have
stayed and witnessed it.  But I couldn't afford to be seen anywhere near
the stables that night.  So I missed out.  I often have fun imagining the
look on that cunt's face when she woke up and realized where she was and
what was happening to her!  Even her firmest supporters abandoned her after
they found her like that."

   "Well one thing's for sure.  If anything did happen, Millicent
Westerbrook can never again be accused of being a tight-ass!"

   More laughter.

   "You aren't planning to do anything like that to this Jenny are you? 
She seems such a sweetie.  Or am I wrong?"

   "No, not anything that rough.  And , yes, Jenny isn't a bitch.  But just
look at her.  She has that drop-dead gorgeous body and she doesn't even
realize it.  She just saunters through life getting whatever she wants from
whomever and without so much as a thought in her head!  It's just so
unfair, with her around I have a hard time getting noticed and they fall
over her and she doesn't even try!  She can be so infuriating!!"

   Katherine took a closer look.  A much closer look.  Ashley was right,
Jenny was drop-dead gorgeous.  Shoulder-length blonde hair done up in a
pony-tail at the moment.  Blue eyes.  A face men would die for.  And a body
beyond belief!  She was wearing white cotton shorts with a man's white
dress shirt, the ends of which were tied together beneath her breasts.  And
what breasts!!  Katherine estimated them to be at least 38c maybe even d.
They jutted straight out in a very pleasing fashion.  Katherine could make
out a white lace half-bra beneath.  Katherine had a practiced eye for these
things.  Jenny's bare mid-riff she guessed at 24.  And those cotton covered
hips were probably 36.Jenny's ensemble was completed with white ankle socks
and white tennis shoes.  All in all a delightful package that just begged
to be unwrapped!

   "Does she know what your play is about?  Should I keep quiet or is she
fine with it?"

   "I've told her the broad outline.  The minor details I'll save til
later."

   "Minor details!!  You mean she doesn't have any idea what is involved in
her role?"

   "She asked what the play was about and I told her.  I also had to tell
her it's title"Lady Godiva" and would you believe it, she didn't even
recognize it!!"

   "You're kidding!  But what are you going to do when she reads the
script? She'll know all about it then!"

   "I've prepared a special script for her.  She won't know anything til
our full dress rehearsal.  And I've even got that covered.  So I think I
should be okay.  If not, I'll just get her husband John to work on her."

   "He husband!?!?  You mean he's in on this too?"

   "No, He didn't know anything about it.  But I know that once he learns
what I've planned for his darling wife, he'll be eager to help in any way
he can."

   "Seems like poor Jenny is surrounded.  Doesn't sound like she has much
of a chance.  I'm glad you included me in your plans, this is something I
think I'm going to enjoy.  I have the perfect horse for you and all it's
going to cost you is our original agreement and a ticket to your play. 
Front row, of course!"

   "Done!"

   They both laughed.

   Jenny ran ahead to the paddock area and climbed the fence, looking at
the horses.

   "Which one is it?  Which one do I get to ride?"

   Ashley and Katherine caught up.

   "Not there.  Your horse is in the corral over there."

   They all went over to the corral.  Jenny climbed up and saw a tall,
black horse contentedly walking circles.

   "Why is he all alone here?  He looks lonely."

   "Don't worry about him, Jenny.  We just put him here so you could
inspect him."

   "He's beautiful!  I can hardly wait to ride him.  Here boy, come here."

   She put out her hand to pat him but he instantly shied away, snorting.

   "What's wrong with him?"

   "Nothing, dear, he's just a little shy.  He's usually with the other
horses or in a show ring.  He's fine when there's a crowd to play to.  He's
well-trained.  He will be fine once he gets to know you.  You shouldn't
have any problems with him."

   "Gosh, I hope not.  I'd hate to lose control of him in a crowded park."

   Ashley spoke up.

   "Don't worry.  Katherine is an excellent horse trainer and she wouldn't
give us an animal we couldn't handle.  Right, Kath?"

   "I can assure you he'll do everything he's supposed to without fail. 
He's just what you need for this play.  You'll see, there will be no
complaints about his performance.  With you on his back, Jenny, the
audience will see a matched pair."

   She didn't say a matched pair of what!

   "Oh, I hope so!  What's his name?"

   "Midnight."

   "What a beautiful name.  It fits him like a glove."

   "Yes, I think so, too.  Well now that you've seen your acting partner,
would you like to see more of the place?"

   "Yes, please!"

   Katherine took Ashley and Jenny in her jeep through the lanes of her
property.  Jenny was very impressed with everything she saw.  The tour
ended back in the paddock area.

   "Now I'd like you two to see my pride and joy, my indoor training ring.
It's where I train all the new riders."

   Katherine looked knowingly at Ashley.  Ashley wondered what she was up
to but followed her lead.

   "That sounds interesting.  We'd like to, wouldn't we, Jenny?"

   "Yes, please!"

   Jenny was very impressed.  The ring was all enclosed.  It had a gate
that lead directly outside through which horse and rider entered and left.
The show ring was surrounded by tall boarding.  There was seating along
both sides.  There was an arm attached to a motor mounted to the ceiling
like a one-bladed fan.  From which hung a cable, a harness was at it's
bottom end.

   "What is that cable thingie for?"

   "That, Jenny, is for beginners and for riders learning new styles and
tricks.  We train all sorts here.  We attach it to their waist so if they
should fall from their mount, they remain suspended and don't hit the
ground.  It helps to overcome their fear of falling."

   "What a good idea!"

   "The arm at the top is motorized and turns as the rider circles the
ring, it tighten and loosens the cable.  There is a man at the master
control at all times to ensure the rider never falls.  Would you like to
see it in operation?"

   "Yes, please!"

   "Would you be willing to try it, Jenny?  I could bring in a horse if
you'd like or we could demonstrate it without, whichever you prefer."

   "Oh, I'm not sure about that!  I thought you'd bring in somebody to
demonstrate it."

   Ashley caught Katherine's look and immediately understood her role.

   "C'mon, Jen, you'll be safely on the ground.  It's only a harness, what
harm could there be in that?"

   "Gosh, Ash, I don't know.  I'm not exactly dressed for it."

   Ashley and Katherine looked at each other and smiled at her words.  Not
exactly dressed for it?  That' s exactly what we intend!  Katherine took
Jenny by the hand and led her into the ring.

   "You'll be fine dear.  I'm afraid there isn't anyone available at the
moment to be our demonstrator.  How you're dressed is of no consequence. 
I'll simply put it on you and work the controls so you can get some idea as
to what it's like.  Nothing can go wrong!"

   No, I intend everything should go just right, for me!  Jenny felt
reassured.  Katherine put the belt around Jenny's waist and cinched it
tight, very tight!

   "OOOHH!!  That's awfully tight, Katherine.  Does it have to be that
tight?"

   "We don't want you slipping out of it.  The tighter the better!  There!
Perfect!  Now, Ashley, I want you to be the spotter.  Just stand beside
Jenny, holding the guide rope,and see to it she's okay.  If she gets into
difficulty, it's up to you to take the appropriate measures.  You do
understand, don't you, Ashley?  I'll go up to the judge's platform and work
the controls."

   Ashley understood completely.

   "Don't worry, Katherine, I'll take care of things down here!"

   Katherine winked at Ashley , then climbed to the judge's platform and
took up the controls.  She turned on the loudspeakers so she could be
heard.

   "Alright, Jenny, I'm just going to tighten the cable first.  Raise your
hand when you feel it's tight.  Raise both arms if you feel it's too
tight."

   Katherine pressed the control lever, the motor kicked in and the cable
was raised onto a spool at the end of the arm..  Jennny could feel it
getting tighter and felt nervous.  Jenny felt it was too tight and raised
both her arms, which shifted her center of gravity and she nearly toppled
forward.  Katherine eased off and Jenny regained her feet.

   "Gosh, Ashley, this thing is tippy.  You've really got to be careful!"

   "Don't worry, Jenny, I'm right here."

   Ashley smiled.  Katherine, you're a very clever girl!!

   "Alright, Jenny, now I'm going to raise you off your feet.  Don't worry,
you will be suspended in mid-air but you are in absolutely no danger.  It's
to show you what it feels like.  Okay, here we go!"

   Katherine pushed the lever and Jenny felt herself going up.  She became
alarmed and again raised her hands but this only caused her to topple
completely forward off her feet, leaving her suspended in mid-air.

   "HELP, Ashley!!  I can't get down!"

   "Relax, Jenny, you're alright.  I've got you.  That's what the guide
rope is for."

   "I'm not sure I like this!"

   Katherine lowered her, and Jenny stood up again.

   "Now, Jenny, that was from a static position.  I'd like you to trot
around the ring as if you were riding a horse and I'll show you what it's
like in motion.  Okay?"

   "Well, okay, I suppose.  It does take some getting used to."

   "Ashley, you can stand in the middle of the ring and control her lateral
motion with the guide rope.  Here we go!"

   Jenny slowly started jogging around the ring.  Katherine raised her up
off her feet, then lowered her again.  She kept doing this til Jenny was
more comfortable and relaxed.

   "Now, Jenny, just one final thing.  So far you've only been raised a
little bit above the floor.  Had you been on horseback, you would have been
much higher.  So now I'm going to raise you to a height that would
accurately reflect what it would be with an actual horse.  Just so you can
see what it really would be like.  Ready?  Here we go!"

   "I'm not so sure about this.  Maybe I'd better not!  OH!  OH MY!!"

   Before Jenny could object, Katherine hit the button and Jenny zoomed up
in the air.

   "NO,NO,NO!!  I don't like this!  Get me down!"

   Ashley nearly laughed out loud as she watched Jenny fly upward.

   "I've got you, Jen, I've got you!"

   "Ashley!!  Tell her to get me down!"

   Suddenly Jenny went even higher.  Katherine's voice took on an air of
concern.

   "OH, dear!!  Just one moment.  I seem to be having a little problem. 
There seems to be a glitch somewhere."

   Katherine was enjoying this.  Now what should I do to her?  She began to
work the controls back and forth, causing Jenny to quickly lower then just
as quickly rise again.

   "I don't understand this!  It's never done this before!"

   Poor Jenny was jerking up and down and flipping back and forth.  One
minute she was upright and the next her world was upside down.

   "OH!  ASHLEY!!  Do something!  Get me down!  PLEASE!!"

   Ashley wanted in on this.

   "Jenny, maybe I can work it free with the guide rope!"

   Ashley pulled and released the rope causing Jenny to swing wildly back
and forth.

   "NO!  STOP!  ASHLEY, YOU"RE GETTING ME DIZZY!!"

   This gave Ashley an idea.

   "Katherine, try to lower her again!  Maybe if I can get a hold on her I
can pull her down!"

   Katherine wasn't sure what Ashley had in mind but she'd do her part.

   "Alright, I'll give it a try!"

   She lowered her prey.  Ashley ran forward and grabbed Jenny by her hips.
Katherine then raised Jenny back up, with Ashley hanging from the waistband
of Jenny's shorts.

   "OH!  Ashley LET GO!!!  My shorts are slipping!"

   "I'm not letting go!!  We're up too high!!"

   Actually, Ashley knew she could let go and drop to the ground with no
difficulty but she had other plans.  She could feel Jenny's shorts continue
to slip down, so she wriggled back and forth to aid in their descent.

   "ASHLEY!!  DON"T MOVE!!  You're pulling my pants down!"

   Good,thought Ashley, just what I had in mind.  Katherine was quick to
see what Ashley's game was and assisted by jerking the cable rapidly up and
down.  This proved too much for Jenny's shorts, the button popped like a
bullet and the zipper separated.  The shorts quickly descended to Jenny's
ankles with Ashley still attached.  Ashley made certain she snagged Jenny's
panties on the way down.  They didn't stop at her ankles but slipped right
on by, falling to the floor clutched tightly in Ashley's hands.

   "OH!  MY GOD!!  ASHLEY!!  DO SOMETHING!  OH!  MY GOD!!"

   This is fun, thought Ashley, I hope Katherine is enjoying it too.

   "Hang on, Jenny, I'll try to grab your ankles and see if I can pull you
down!"

   Ashley jumped up and swiped at Jenny's feet.  She managed to knock both
of Jenny's sneakers off her feet.

   "Ashley that isn't working!  Try something else!  Hurry, please!!"

   This time Ashley snagged Jenny's left sock and pulled it off.

   "Jenny, I can't quite get a hold.  I'll try again, just hold on."

   She succeeded in removing the right sock.  Now Jenny was completely nude
from the waist down.  Jenny couldn't believe it was happening to her again,
and in front of a complete stranger.  Ashley was ecstatic.  Katherine was
thoroughly enjoying this beautiful blonde's predicament.  A true blonde, I
see.  Katherine practically salivated at the thought of getting her tongue
on that delightful pussy.  And an ass to die for!  I have something that
would fit it perfectly.  Imagine having those slender, long legs wrapped
around you.  Ashley saw an opportunity to complete her plan.

   "Jenny, put your arms above your head!"

   "Above my head!?!?  Why?  What good will that do?"

   "It'll shift you so your head and arms hang down.  If I can get hold of
your arms, maybe I can pull you to the ground."

   "UPSIDE DOWN!?!?  I don't like the sound of that!  Isn't there some
other way?"

   "Well if there is, I can't think of it.  Maybe I'll just have to go get
some of the men to help!"

   "NO!!  ASHLEY, NO!!  Not them!!  Alright, alright, I'll give it a try!
Anything but that!!"

   The idea of anybody else seeing her in this condition panicked Jenny. 
Katherine was bad enough, but letting MEN see her like this would be too
much.  She was willing to try anything to avoid that!!  Hesitantly she
raised her arms and could feel herself shifting forward.  Suddenly, without
warning, she flipped over with her arms up and now pointing at the ground.
Jenny didn't like this turn of events at all!

   "ASHLEY!  DO SOMETHING QUICK!  The blood is going to my head and I'm
getting quite dizzy."

   Jenny tried lowering her arms; or more correctly, raising them; to right
herself but discovered that her inversion couldn't be reversed.  She was
upside down and would have to stay that way until somebody got her down.

   "ASHLEY!!  I CAN"T TURN MYSELF UP!!  GET ME DOWN QUICKLY OR I'M GOING TO
FAINT!!"

   Jenny was trapped upside down and feeling increasingly light-headed. 
Ashley couldn't believe her luck.  Now for the final act!!

   "Jenny, I think if I could just pull hard enough, I may be able to
loosen the cable and get you down.  It's worth a try.  I'm going to try and
jump up and catch the belt, then hopefully, our combined weight will set it
free."

   "Anything, Ashley, anything.  Just hurry please.  I'm getting very
dizzy!"

   Ashley looked up at Katherine and nodded.  Katherine could sense what
was planned.  Katherine quickly lowered Jenny, Ashley jumped and caught the
belt and held on.  Katherine then quickly raised the two back up.  Ashley
was facing two superb boobs.

   "Got it!!  Now I'll jiggle it and see if I can get it free."

   She could hear Jenny's muffled voice coming from near her own breasts.

   "OH!  Please hurry!  I can't stand it much longer!!"

   Ashley jiggled back and forth.

   "It doesn't seem to be moving.  I'll try again."

   This time Ashley really thrust herself to and fro.

   "JENNY!!  I"M SLIPPING!  I CAN"T HOLD ON!!"

   Ashley let herself slide down Jenny, making certain to catch hold of the
white shirt.  Jenny could feel Ashley sliding down and felt her shirt
tighten.

   "ASHLEY!!  OH, MY GOD!!  My shirt!  You've caught yourself on my shirt!"

   "I can't help it, I'm slipping!  I can't hold on!!"

   Jenny knew it was going to happen again.  She was slowly losing her
clothes and couldn't prevent it.  How do I get myself into these
situations? I'm going to end up naked again!!  She was right, of course,
Ashley would see to that.  Ashley slowly descended down Jenny's chest,
dragging the shirt with her.  She reached Jenny's bra and feigned grasping
to hold on, caught the sides and dragged it down with her, too.

   "JENNY!  I"M FALLING!  I CAN"T HOLD ON ANYMORE!"

   Jenny was momentarily blinded as her shirt and bra covered her face, but
only momentarily.  Ashley again fell to the floor clutching the hapless
woman's clothing.  Success!!  Jenny was now suspended from the ceiling in a
harness completely nude!!  Jenny was so light-headed from the blood going
to her head that she didn't even bother to try and cover up.  The entire
scene was starting to swirl in front of her eyes.

   Katherine could hardly believe her eyes.  Look at those tits!!  How
she'd love to fondle them.  Squeeze them , bite them , suck on them, they'd
be a real mouthful.  Too bad my agreement with Ashley only included the
stripping of Jenny, if she'd known what the girl was like, she'd have
insisted on more.  Much more!!  Pity!!  But now it was time to give the
hired help their bonus.  Whenever Katherine had a pretty female guest
visit, part of the fun was in letting her help have a good look at each of
them.  Completely, totally!  Stark naked!  It helped to maintain employee
loyalty.  They should enjoy this one, she was quite a looker.

   Ashley looked up at Jenny, hanging upside down, naked as the day she was
born.  I have to admit I enjoyed this one, she thought, it worked out so
well!  Katherine spoke up.

   "I'm afraid I can't fix it.  The controls aren't responding.  We're
going to have to get help!  Ashley, you stay with Jenny while I go get the
men to help get her down."

   Even in her state, Jenny understood what that meant.  THE MEN!?!?  NO!
NOT THEM!  PLEASE!  NOT LIKE THIS!  Ashley just smiled to herself in
anticipation of what was coming.

   "ASHLEY!!  Please, isn't there another way?  I can't be seen like this
by her hired hands!  Get something to cover me!  Anything, please!  I
couldn't stand that!!"

   Ashley had no intention of robbing the men of a complete view of this
trapped naked beauty.  Jenny's humiliation merely added to Ashley's
pleasure, it was almost as good as sex.

   "You're up too high, Jenny!  Even if I had something, I couldn't reach
you!  Don't worry, they'll have you down in no time.  Then you can get
dressed again."

   "OH!  ASHLEY!  PLEASE, NO!!"

   "I'm sorry, if there was another way, I'd do it."

   Katherine went to her foreman and informed him that the men would be
needed in the show ring, all the men!  The foreman knew what that meant and
quickly called them together.  They entered through the gate and were
greeted by a sight none would soon forget.

   Miss Katherine had outdone herself this time!

   This one was incredible!!

   The men stood around a moment to appreciate what was being shown them.
They took it all in, every delightful part.  Her arms were hanging down,
her golden pony-tail, too.  Her breasts, big beautiful, firm breasts were
jutting straight out, crested by equally big and beautiful nipples.  Her
gold-haired snatch was on view because her legs were akimbo.

   Jenny was so dizzy that she was no longer aware of her state.  She
couldn't conceal anything from the men's eager eyes.  Her creamy, white ass
was greatly admired and desired.  The men murmured amongst themselves,
never once taking their eyes off this vision of female beauty.

   "Miss Katherine has caught a real beauty this time!  SHEEEIT, look,
she's blonde all over!"

   "Holy Goddamn!!  Would ya look at the rack on her!?!"

   "I will in a moment.  Right now I'm looking at the sweetest ass I've
seen in a long time!!"

   "I'd love to stick my prick up that pussy!  Fuck!!  It looks tight!!"

   "And that ass!!  I'd pump on that til she starts bayin' at the moon!"

   "Just imagine havin' them legs over yer shoulder!"

   "I'm gonna get me a real good feel of this one, that's fer damn sure!!"

   "You and me both!"

   Katherine let them enjoy themselves for a while but felt it was now time
for action.  Ashley could hear the comments being made and enjoyed them
all. She only wished Jenny could, too, because it would add to her
degradation.  Katherine looked from Jenny to her foreman.

   "Miguel, there seems to be something wrong with the harness.  It won't
respond to the controls.  We tried to get the poor girl down ourselves, but
failed.  Our efforts ended in her rather unfortunate situation, as you can
see.  Perhaps the men could do something!?!?"

   Miguel understood her meaning.  Help yourselves!  Enjoy!  Enjoy!  But
get her down when you're finished!  He also knew that she wanted the men to
put on a good show for her, she did so enjoy watching the men work on her
'guests'!  The men eagerly set to work!

   "Ashley, perhaps we'd better get out of the road and let the men see
what they can do.  We can go to the platform just in case they need someone
at the controls."

   Ashley understood that the view of the proceedings would be better from
up there.  The thought of being left in the hands of these men panicked
Jenny.

   "ASHLEY!!  DON"T LEAVE ME!!  DON"T GO!!"

   Ashley was eager to see what they were going to do to her.

   "We aren't going anywhere, Jenny.  We can't do anything down here so we
may be able to help by working the controls.  Don't worry, these men know
what they're doing."

   "OH, ASHLEY!  OH, MY GOD!!"

   The men went about their business like seasoned professionals, and
considering the number of 'guests' Katherine had invited over the years,
they were.

   Jenny couldn't keep track of everything that was being done to her. 
Hands were everywhere, groping, pinching, feeling, petting, probing.  It
was just too much!  She was turned right side up and before she knew it,
she was upside down again.  Fingers mysteriously found their way into
places where they oughtn't to be.  She could feel them in her pussy and
before she could complain, they were just as quickly removed, only to
reappear in her ass.  Hands caressed her inner thighs.  Someone tugged at
her pussy hairs.  Her butt was pinched and patted and probed by any number
of the men.  Her breasts were mangled, mashed, and massaged.  Then they
were pinched, pulled , and pawed.  Her legs were spread wide and her
gold-haired pussy put on display for everyone to see.  Numerous hands and
fingers probed it's depths, no sooner was one removed than another took
it's place.  All the while they maintained the illusion of being there just
to help get her down.

   Everyone made certain that there wasn't an inch of this gorgeous beauty
that was left untouched!  Jenny had never felt more vulnerable in her life.
She wanted to complain but she thought that the men were obviously just
doing whatever they had to in order to get her safely down.  But why
weren't they more careful where they grabbed or touched?  And why did
fingers keep popping into places where they shouldn't be?  It was all so
humiliating and what's worse, Jenny could feel herself beginning to react
physically to their actions.  If they didn't get her down soon, there's no
telling what may happen.

   Jenny could feel herself losing the battle to control her body!  But
they didn't let up, they hadn't had a woman this magnificent in a while and
they wanted to make the most of the opportunity given them.  Jenny was
terrified, her body was reacting on it's own.  Those damn hands and fingers
were too much!  She could feel it coming and was powerless to prevent it.
Her heart-rate increased, her breathing shallowed, she began to perspire as
the heat in her loins increased.  PLEASE!  Get me down before it's too
late! Why don't they hurry?  Why do they keep touching me like that?  Why
can't I get myself under control?  Somebody, please help me, I can't stop
it any more!!  It finally proved to be too much for her, she could feel her
juices starting to flow and ceased to care.  It felt good!  It just felt so
good!

   The men recognized their victory when it came, or rather when she came!!
They were satisfied, Jenny had proved to be a great afternoon's
entertainment.  They slowly lowered her to the floor.

   Ashley and Katherine both were speechless by what they had just
witnessed.  Katherine couldn't help herself, she opened the front of her
jeans and set to work relieving herself not caring if anyone saw her. 
Ashley had always enjoyed seeing Jenny stripped and humiliated but this
time it was different.  This was indescribable!  All those men!  They were
all over the blonde beauty, hands and fingers touching her everywhere!  It
was the most exciting thing Ashley had ever seen!  She actually found
herself wishing that it was her and not Jenny being probed by all those
hands.  She would never, never, never forget this day!!

   Ashley's reaction was so intense that she had no need of relief, she had
come several times just watching them.  Her panties were sopping wet, and
she needed to sit down.  Katherine had revived enough to help by lowering
Jenny when her men were through.  Katherine finally managed to speak.

   "Excellent!  Excellent job, men!  You managed to get her down.  Thank
you so much for a job well done.  We'll take it from here!  You may return
to your duties."

   The men filed out with very satisfied looks on their faces.  None would
ever forget this day, Jenny would remained fixed in all their memories.

   Jenny suddenly realized what she'd done.  OH, MY GOD!!  I came in front
of everybody!!  THOSE MEN!!  What must they think of me?  They must know,
it was so obvious!  OH, MY GOD!!  Let me get dressed and get out of here
before I die of shame!!

   "Ashley!  Help me get out of this.  OH!  ASHLEY!!  I'm so embarrassed!
Get me my clothes and let's go home!" Ashley could barely walk from being
so excited.

   "Of course I'll help you!"

   Ashley grabbed hold of the harness and tried to loosen it.  Katherine
hadn't lowered it enough and it wouldn't undo.

   "Katherine, I'm having difficulty undoing the harness.  It needs to be
lowered a little more.  Could you try and let it down a bit more?"

   Katherine hated that her day's excitement was over, she wished it could
continue.  She couldn't remember when she had last enjoyed a 'guest' as
much.  What a shame it had to end!  Oh, well!  Then an idea came to her and
she smiled, a very evil smile.

   "Just a moment and I'll see what I can do."

   Katherine hit the controls and Jenny went sharply upwards to the ceiling
again.  Jenny was surprised and horrified!

   "OOOHH!!  WHAT"S GOING ON??  ASHLEY!!  HELP!!  GET ME DOWN!!!"

   Ashley, too, was caught by surprise and looked toward Katherine
quizzically.  Katherine feigned surprise.

   "OH, MY GOD!!  IT'S HAPPENED AGAIN!!  ASHLEY!  QUICK!  Get the men back
here!  They're going to have to do it all over again!"

   Ashley smiled.  Jenny screamed in horror.

   "NO!  NO!!  NOT THAT!!  PLEASE, NOT THAT!!"

   Ashley opened the gate and went out to find them.

   Jenny was worn out.  Being suspended upside down for any length of time
will do that to you.  But having your person violated by a large group of
men, not once but twice, really tires a girl out.  Jenny knew they meant
well and were only doing their best to help her, but that was one
experience she wished never to go through again.  EVER!!  The memory of
hanging in the air totally naked with all those hands in all her places was
truly humiliating, she would go scarlet just thinking about it.

   Ashley helped Jenny to get dressed.  It had been one of the best days
ever for Ashley but now it was time to go.  She had honoured her agreement
with Katherine and had enjoyed it as much as Kath did.  Katherine had
gathered up Jenny's clothes and handed them to Ashley as she helped dress
Jenny.  Jenny took her shirt.

   "Ashley, where's my bra?  I don't see it here."

   Ashley imagined she knew exactly where it was.  One of the men had a
souvenir.

   "I don't see it.  But at least you still have your shirt, so that's
okay. You can get home without it.  I'll tie it up for you."

   All the buttons were missing from it so she tied it as tightly as she
could, but with a special type of knot.  It still hung loose and her boobs
could be clearly seen.  Jenny was appalled.

   "Ashley, I don't know.  The knot is tight but the top is awfully open.
Katherine, do you have some pins or something?"

   "I may, but I'm not sure where."

   Ashley had no intention of letting Jenny cover anything up.

   "We don't have time.  We need to get back.  You'll be safe in the car.
We're running awfully late because of your accident."

   Jenny felt guilty and said no more.  Ashley handed her the white cotton
shorts.  Jenny took them and looked inside, then at the ground around her.

   "Ashley!  My panties!  They're not here!  Where did they go?"

   All three searched but without success.

   "Well, don't worry about it.  You have your shorts so no one will know
you aren't wearing them."

   "My, God!  Ashley, you know I would never go out without a pair on!  I
can't imagine what became of them.  Or my bra."

   Jenny had to be careful.  Her shorts didn't have a button and the zipper
kept wanting to undo.  Jenny had to watch how she moved or they would slip,
showing more of her than she liked.  Especially since she had somehow lost
her panties.

   Once Jenny was dressed as best as the remnants of her clothes allowed,
they went back to Ashley's car.  They passed a few of the men and Jenny
hung her head in shame, she couldn't bring herself to look at any of them
knowing how much of her they'd already seen....and touched!!

   They said their goodbyes to Katherine who promised to deliver the horse
whenever it was needed.  She told Jenny that she couldn't wait to see her
in the play and would be sure to be right down front so she wouldn't miss a
thing.

   As the car pulled out the front gate, Katherine reached into her pocket
and withdrew two pieces of cloth.  A white, lacy half-bra and a pair of
white thong panties.  She felt the material in her hands and stroked them
against her cheek.  She would treasure these and every time she looked at
them, she would be reminded of the best afternoon she'd ever had!



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   Jenny Delivers a Package by Sean89

   Jenny walked down the busy street, long blonde ponytail and shapely rump
bouncing along behind her.  Walking past storefront windows and rows of
parking meters, many a boyfriend and husband took an appreciative look at
this vision of blonde shapeliness, only to meet daggers in the eyes of
wives and girlfriends when they turned back around.

   Oblivious to this (as Jenny always was) she continued along her way. 
Being a very hot July day, Jenny was wearing a light summer dress (of
course!), sleeveless, knee-length, beige in color, with a darker floral
pattern all over it .  Her shoes had a small heel and matched the color of
her dress .

   Under her right arm, Jenny carried a small brown cardboard box.  Her
husband had asked her to drop it off at a downtown office building while
she ran errands today, and she had agreed, since she was going down there
anyway .

   Jenny found the office building and went through the sliding glass
doors. As she entered the lobby, she saw some workmen moving around.  There
was scaffolding up against some of the walls, wires hanging down in places,
the place looked a right mess .

   Jenny took the package to the front desk.

   "I have a package here for Mr.  Reynolds.", she said.

   "Oh, all right.  If you'll wait a minute, I'll phone him and let him
know it arrived." said the perky little secretary behind the desk .

   "Thanks", replied Jenny, "If you don't mind my asking, what's going on
here?"

   "You mean all the mess?  Oh, the ventilation and air conditioning
systems are a complete disaster, these guys are trying to fix them...oops !
Hold on one minute, I've got a call..." , the secretary picked up the phone
and motioned for Jenny to stay put for a second.

   "Speak of the Devil!", the secretary said, "That was the foreman of the
crew.  They're going to be reversing the air flow thru the vent system with
a lot of suction, so he warned us to keep everything away from the vents.
Now hold on one second and I'll try to get a hold of Mr.  Reynolds."

   "O.K., thanks", replied Jenny, and she leaned against the wall next to
the receptionist's desk while she waited.  She heard a low hum coming from
somewhere in the building.  Must be that ventilation thing , she thought to
herself.

   Then Jenny noticed something odd.  Her dress had gotten very, very,
tight.  Looking down, she saw an air vent just below her knee level, and
her dress was being sucked into it!  Gasping in surprise, Jenny found she
couldn't move away from the wall because the suction was just too strong.

   Suddenly, there was a new noise.

   Ping !  Ping !  Ping !

   Jenny realized it was the sound of the thread in her shoulder straps
breaking.  Before she could react, the top of her dress fell around her
waist, and the whole dress moved that much further into the air vent. 
Jenny's breasts were now only covered by a strapless zebra-striped bra with
white lace trim.

    -œOh my God !", Jenny said aloud.



   Torn (ha!) between the desire to cover up and the need to free herself,
Jenny decided to free herself first.  With the dress around her waist, she
had a little more freedom of movement, so she turned against the wall and
began pushing against it with all her might .

   Her face was red with embarrassment and the strain of pushing against
the wall.  Arms shaking from the force she was exerting, Jenny felt a
sudden release across her chest.  Glancing downward, Jenny saw her now bare
breast bouncing wildly, her large pink nipples growing erect now that they
were exposed to the air.

   "Oh no!", Jenny said.

   Looking over her shoulder, she saw her bra, unable to take the strain
any longer, had flown across the room and hooked on a scaffold.

   Jenny was still straining against the wall when there was a loud
RRRIIIP!!  and the rest of Jenny's dress shot into the vent, revealing the
fact that Jenny had covered her shapely posterior in panties that matched
her bra.

   Suddenly free from the offending air vent, Jenny fell over backwards and
rolled across the lobby.  When she stopped rolling,she opened her eyes and
saw a workman in blue overalls smiling down at her.  Jenny's face turned
bright red again, and she sat up, covering her breasts.

   "Here , let me help you ", said the considerate worker.

   Putting his arms under hers (and getting a feel in, quite accidental, I
assure you) he lifted her to a standing position, accompanied by another
small ripping sound.  The worker looked at his foot and saw a pair of torn
zebra-striped panties under his boot.  He then looked up at Jenny and saw
she had her eyes closed with a pleading look on her face as her hands
roamed around her round butt and lush blonde bush.

   Jenny's eyes shot open and she looked at the worker with an expression
of shock on her face.  Blushing all the way to her feet, one arm across her
chest and the other in front of her very private area, she backed away from
the worker to the sliding doors.  When they opened , she took off down the
street like she was on fire.

   Meanwhile, in the basement, a woman sat in front of a row of video
monitors.  Her right hand moved a switch from the "Reverse" to the "Stop"
position.

   "Stupid cow!", Ashley thought to herself as she left the monitoring
room, "It was worth it giving the foreman 100 bucks for that !" She didn't
notice her black skirt unravelling on the door frame...



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   Jenny Rides A Horse By Mustang_Diamond

   Jenny and her friend Ashley were on their way to a dinner party when
Jenny -(TM)s Miata broke down.

    -œOh no, - said Jenny.   -œWe -(TM)re in the middle of nowhere. -

    -œDon -(TM)t panic, - said Ashley.   -œWe -(TM)ll just hitch hike back
to the last town. -

    -œBut aren -(TM)t you worried about the way we -(TM)re dressed? -
Jenny asked.  Jenny was wearing a stretchy Lycra mini-dress that hugged
every curve she had and then some.  Regular readers of the Jenny adventures
might think this uncharacteristic of our heroine, but it was a rather windy
day and Jenny no longer wanted to risk wearing sundresses that had a
tendency to act like a flag or get caught on something.

   Recent experience with tight restrictive skirts made her swear them off
as well.  So, she had decided to try Lycra as a promising solution -"it
would stretch for mobility, and it wouldn -(TM)t fly up in the breeze.  The
only trouble with it was the fact that anything under it would show ugly
bumps or lines.  So Jenny was only wearing her only pair of hose without
any seams.  Being constructed without seams rendered them
sheer-to-the-waist as well.  And although Jenny was reluctant to wear them
after her recent yachting trip, she was counting on her dress to prevent
any public exposure.

   When Jenny left her house, she was fairly confident in her choice of
clothing -"as confident as she gets anyway.  But now, she was having second
thoughts about hitchhiking in what might be construed as a suggestive, or
even promiscuous, dress.  And yet her shoes left her no option.  She wasn
-(TM)t about to walk in her high heels.

   Jenny looked at Ashley and was a little relieved that her friend seemed
to be dressed even worse for the current situation.  Only a little,
however, since she was well aware that Ashley would try anything while
wearing almost anything.  Like the time she climbed the ladder on that boat
dressed in a tight miniskirt.  She didn -(TM)t even seem to care when her
stockings, garter belt and panties flashed into view.  Sometimes Jenny
thought she might even do things to intentionally flash her lingerie.

   Even now Jenny could see the tops of her stockings as her leather
miniskirt had ridden up during the ride.  Jenny had even reminded her to be
careful after she flashed her white panties and garters getting into the
low slung Miata.  Jenny certainly wouldn -(TM)t have worn white lingerie
with a black miniskirt -"well at least not by choice she thought as she
remembered how she had been blackmailed into wearing a disturbingly similar
outfit one time to the mall of all places.  It still brought back
embarrassing memories.

    -œWho me worry? - asked Ashley in a rhetorical way.   -œLook on the
bright side for a change: we -(TM)re sure to get a ride dressed as we are.
-

    -œI just hope we don -(TM)t get raped, - said Jenny.

   Without any option, the ladies stood by their car and waited for a
passing vehicle.  When none came, Jenny was a little relieved.  Until she
realized they might have to walk.  Apparently, they were on a road that was
little traveled.  Even Ashley wasn -(TM)t keen on walking in her high
heels. A little calculation put their walking time well into the night. 
And neither of the ladies had brought along a coat or a change of clothes.

   After a few more hours, Ashley said,  -œWell it looks like we can either
spend the night in the car taking shifts until a car comes, or start
walking. -

    -œI vote for sleeping in the car, - said Jenny.   -œWe won -(TM)t make
it back to town in these heels. -

    -œI guess your right, - said Ashley, uncharacteristically agreeing
with her blonde friend.   -œDo you want the first sleeping shift? -

    -œOkay, - said Jenny, not wanting to argue.

   So Jenny reclined in the passenger seat, while Ashley tried to stay
awake to watch for any vehicles.  At some point in the middle of the night,
Jenny awoke thinking a car was coming.   -œWas that a car? - she asked her
friend.

    -œWhat? - asked Ashley, obviously waking up.  Apparently she had dozed
off.

    -œDidn -(TM)t any cars pass us while I was asleep? - Jenny asked.

    -œI don -(TM)t think so. - Said Ashley.

   The next morning, the ladies were realizing they were on a deserted
highway and were unlikely to be rescued.  But just then, they each heard
something strange.   -œSounds like horses. - Said Jenny.

   They each got out of the car to look around.  Jenny subconsciously
tugging at her Lycra mini-dress.  Sure enough two cowboys were approaching
on horseback.

    -œHowdy Ma -(TM)ams. - Said the one.

    -œCar trouble? - asked the second.

    -œYeah, it just quit. - Jenny said.

    -œLooks like you -(TM)ve been here a while. - Said the first.  Jenny
and Ashley looked each other over and saw it was rather apparent they had
slept in their clothes.  Each hoped they didn -(TM)t look as bad as the
other.

    -œDon -(TM)t suspect you -(TM)ll get a ride from here.  Hardly anybody
travels this road. - Said the second cowboy.

    -œWe could give you a lift back to town.  We -(TM)re headed that way
anyway. - Said the first.  The men had appraised the ladies dresses and
doubted they would want to climb on a horse.  But they glanced at each
other and each thought they should try to convince them otherwise.

    -œCouldn -(TM)t you just ask someone to send help? - asked Jenny. 
Even though she had never ridden a horse, she knew full well what climbing
on a horse would entail.  She wasn -(TM)t really afraid of horses -"she
-(TM)d always wanted to ride them -"but not in a dress and high heels.

   Even Ashley knew she couldn -(TM)t climb up onto a horse in her leather
miniskirt.  And once up there, she would have no mobility to straddle the
saddle.  But, there seamed to be no alternative.  So moving over to one of
the horses she said,  -œHow can we get onto these horses dressed as we are?
-

    -œJust put your foot in the stirrup and I -(TM)ll help you up, - said
one of the cowboys.

   Ashley tried to lift her foot up to the saddle but her leather miniskirt
stopped her.   -œOh dear, I -(TM)m going to have to hike up my skirt, you
don -(TM)t mind do you? - she said.

    -œNo, we don -(TM)t mind. -

   As she did, her stocking tops came into view.  Jenny started to panic
and couldn -(TM)t think of a way to object.  As she watched, Ashley was
hoisted aboard in front of her cowboy.  In the saddle, Ashley -(TM)s skirt
was forced up over her panties.  Jenny started to think about her sheer
hose and her lack of panties.

   Ashley knew there was no way to cover her panties while in the saddle.
She also remembered Jenny wasn't wearing any under her sheer pantyhose and
turned around to watch.

   Jenny was only half aware of Ashley's hosiery and panties because she
was desperately trying to figure a way out of this latest predicament.  She
couldn't stall any longer though.  As she lifted one high heel into the
stirrup, she tried to pull at the hem to stretch it down her thighs.  Her
cowboy was amused by her obvious embarrassment.  While he appreciated
Ashley -(TM)s display, Jenny -(TM)s shyness intrigued him.  Jenny -(TM)s
valiant attempts to keep her dress from sliding up her thighs only
prolonged the inevitable.  To swing her leg over the saddle she had to let
go of the dress for a moment.  Holding onto the saddle horn she let out a
little cry as her dress sprung up over her rear end.  As soon as possible,
she again grabbed the hem and tugged at it.  As long as she kept a hold of
it the material was stretchy enough to cover her.

   Ashley was a little miffed.  Here she was unable to do anything about
covering her pink panties, not to mention her sexy stockings and garter,
and the guys would rather watch Jenny struggle to keep herself covered. 
Sometimes she had to wonder about men.

    -œYou all set, little woman? - asked Jenny -(TM)s cowboy.

    -œI guess so. - Replied Jenny.

   As they started to ride, other problems became apparent.  First, both
ladies had to hold on and Jenny was having a hard time keeping a hold of
her stretchy dress hem and the saddle horn.  With each bounce her hem would
shoot up and try as she might, there was no way to keep it in place.

   As they went into a trot, the bouncing and jouncing in the saddle gave
both ladies something else to worry about.  Jenny -(TM)s bra less double-Cs
were painfully bouncing with each stride, and she found she had to put one
arm across her chest to keep them in check.  This of course left her with
only one hand on the saddle horn and one had short where her hem was
concerned.

   Ashley -(TM)s sexy push up bra wasn -(TM)t designed for athletics and
wasn -(TM)t much use riding.  It didn -(TM)t take too many bouncing strides
to jostle her breasts right out of the low cut bra.  Ashley found that she
too needed to keep a hold of her breasts to keep them from bouncing
painfully.

   The cowboys must have been amused, because they picked up the pace. 
Hanging on it wasn -(TM)t long before Ashley -(TM)s bra straps slid off of
her shoulders.  For once in her life, Ashley was stricken with the
realization that she could do nothing about them.  She was used to letting
them slip so she could adjust them to attract attention, but now she had to
hold on and could feel her bra begin to slid down toward her thin waist.

   Somewhere along the way, Ashley -(TM)s garter clips began to let go. 
One by one.  By the time they arrived in town, her stockings had slid down
her legs to pool around her ankles.

   Their arrival caused quite a stir in the local populous.  A crowd
gathered to gawk at the two bedraggled ladies on horseback.  Beet red the
girls tried their best to sort out their clothing.  Jenny tugging at her
Lycra dress while Ashley tried to sort out her straps.  Needless to say
they weren -(TM)t too successful and realized they would have to climb down
off the horses before they could make themselves respectable in public.

   As Jenny was helped off her mount, her dress rode up over her luscious
behind and the crowd took it all in.  As Ashley slid over the saddle and
onto the ground, one of her bra straps got caught on the saddle horn.  The
dainty front clasp burst open and the thin straps broke leaving the bra
draped over the saddle.

   With Jenny on the ground tugging her hem down, all eyes turned to watch
Ashley bend over to pull up her stockings.  With both hands tied up
refastening her garters she couldn -(TM)t help it when her blouse opened
up.

   They found themselves in a small town.  It wasn -(TM)t long before the
local mechanic was contacted.  Needless to say, he was more than happy to
help out.  So Jenny and Ashley were given directions (just around the
corner) and they walked to the garage.  Ashley tried to keep an arm across
her chest and actually wished she had worn a camisole under her low cut
blouse.  Without a bra, her nipples were rather obvious, especially when
they were erect.

   Jenny kept tugging at her stretchy dress almost subconsciously as the
two gals teetered along on their high heels.

   At the garage, Cletus, the local mechanic, appraised the situation with
a huge grin.  Jenny checked her dress hem again and worried about Ashley
-(TM)s missing bra.  But Cletus was only regretting that he couldn -(TM)t
take his motorcycle -"the two of them just wouldn -(TM)t fit.  But what an
opportunity had their been just one.  But, alas he thought, you just can
-(TM)t have too much of this.

    -œCome on, we -(TM)ll go get your car with the tow truck, - Cletus
declared.

   Ashley went into her, oh-dear-my-skirt-is-too-tight routine, as she
appraised the high cab of the truck.  Cletus eagerly volunteered to assist
her and Jenny watched nervously as her tight hem slid up her thighs.  By
the time Ashley made it up the steps and onto the seat, there was no
mystery remaining about her lingerie.  Cletus got a thorough view as she
climbed, stopping at the critical moments for a boost or a steadying hand.

   Cletus turned to Jenny and saw her blushing.   -œDon -(TM)t worry, I can
give you a hand too. - He said to her.

    -œI think I can manage, - she replied, not wanting to encourage him to
run his hands all over her as he had with Ashley.

    -œWell, I -(TM)ll just make sure you don -(TM)t slip and fall then. -
He said, leaving Jenny no option other than to struggle up while he
watched. No matter how hard she tried, her skirt wouldn -(TM)t stay down
over her rear end.  Jenny cringed whenever she needed two hands to climb
and her skirt sprang up.  She kept tugging it down whenever possible, but
she knew Cletus was getting a nice show.  She couldn -(TM)t stop thinking
about how sheer her pantyhose was.   -~Almost there, -(TM) she thought.  
-~But how can I manage to climb over the doorsill? -(TM)

   Jenny was faced with a dilemma and with Cletus watching from below, she
didn -(TM)t want to hesitate to make a decision.  She had to either get a
boost as Ashley had to clear the sill, or put her knee on the sill and
climb on over it.  The problem of course was her hosiery.  It would
probably tear on the rough sill.  But in the spit second decision she made,
that was only a minor worry compared to Cletus -(TM) hand on her nearly
naked ass.  Looking was bad enough, but touching --.  Jenny shuddered as
she quickly climbed over and tugged at her dress hem once on the seat.  
-œDamn, - she said aloud as she saw the run.

   By the time they got to the car, the run was bad.  Jenny knew she would
have to discard her pantyhose anyway, so she didn -(TM)t even think about
it climbing down.  She was almost on the ground before Cletus came around
to  -~help. -(TM) But Ashley took all the help he offered and then some
embarrassing Jenny so much that she didn -(TM)t even notice the small tear
at the hem of her dress where it had caught on the rough sill.   -~I swear
she enjoys flashing, -(TM) Jenny thought.  Climbing up, Jenny -(TM)s dress
had ridden up so that the sill tore her hose, but as she scrambled down one
hand was initially holding her hem stretched down tight.  So it had snagged
on the sill and torn.

   As Cletus worked on the car, Ashley pretended to be interested and let
him show her what he was doing.  Cletus, of course, was as happy showing
her as she was showing him.  While they were distracted, Jenny discretely
stripped off her torn pantyhose and tossed them behind a bush.

   Once Cletus had seen enough of Ashley, he told the girls that he had to
tow the car back to his shop and fix it there.  Jenny had figured this
ordeal was nearly over, but now she would have to repeat her experience
with the tow truck all over again.  Except now she was completely naked
under her dress.  She fidgeted and worried about it as Ashley climbed up
the ladder to the cab.  Ashley -(TM)s display of lace didn -(TM)t even faze
Jenny this time -"she was too nervous.

   As Jenny stepped up the ladder she kept one hand firmly on her hem and
stretched it tight.  As she did, her dress started unraveling.  She was
half way up before she realized what was happening to her dress.  And by
that time it was too late.  Each time Jenny tried to tug at her dress to
cover herself up a little, it got shorter and shorter.  At first she tried
to act as if it wasn -(TM)t happening, thinking to herself,  -~Oh my God,
oh my God, oh my God!  This isn -(TM)t happening. -(TM) But soon she was
blurting it out loud.  Ashley started laughing and Jenny said she didn
-(TM)t find it funny.

   Cletus offered her his western vest, but as she got out of the truck
little remained of her dress.  Cletus found it difficult to concentrate
with the ladies so scantily dressed, but somehow he eventually fixed the
car and Ashley drove them home while Jenny huddled in the passenger seat.



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   Jenny Croft by ?

   Jenny blinked her eyes.  She did not know where she was.  She felt a
little stiff.  Her legs ached.  She felt as if she had been spending hours
standing.  Puzzled she looked at the plastic guns in her hands.  Where did
these toys come from ?  She let  -(TM)em drop to the ground.  She curiously
eyed the strange black leather gloves on her hands.  She pulled them off
and examined her hands but found nothing unusual.  It was dark around her,
early morning or night.

   Right before her she recognised the wide hall of the shopping-mall.  It
was deserted.  All the lights were turned off.  Opposite she recognised the
shop where her husband had bought his camera and VCR.  She used to go
shopping here.

   Jenny dreamily bowed her head to examine herself and jumped in surprise
as her head thrust against a pane right before her.  She tumbled and almost
fell over some small boxes lying on the floor.  She leaned her naked arms
against the cold pane.  Naked arms ?  Looking down herself she realised
that she wore a tight green sleeveless latex-top that snug to her body. 
Her 38 DD breasts stretched the elastic material of the top and her nipples
were pertly poking out.

   She blushed - she had never dared to show off her ample chest that much.
She investigated further.  Attached to a simple plastic belt was a holster.
It was fastened to her thighs as well.  It was ridiculous.  She had never
owned a holster.  The very idea of owning a weapon was completely absurd to
her.  Shaking her head she noticed that she wore tight beige latex shorts
that were stretched to the maximum by her plump butt.  It was much to short
for her.  It had ridden up her thighs and revealed her long shapely legs.
Laced boots completed the ensemble.  Never in her life had she worn such a
revealing attire.

   Jenny knew that those kinky clothes made of latex were for perverts
only. Worst of all the pieces were much to small for her voluptuous figure.
How did she get here ?  Where did these clothes come from ?  Where was she
? Last thing she remembered was kissing her husband goodnight and falling
asleep.  If this was a dream it was the strangest dream she ever had.  She
pinched herself.

    -œAll right, so I am not sleeping.  This is real."

   She could not believe it.  Suddenly the lights in the shopping-mall went
on.  Two guards were passing the pane.  Jenny now realised, that she was
standing in a shop window.  To be exact, it was the shop window of the
computer-shop.  The guards stopped right before her.  One of them aimed at
her chest.

    -œLook at that Tomb-Raider-Bimbo.  She -(TM)s just tits and ass, but my
- what tits and ass !"

   The other guard chuckled and said  -œoh yes, I -(TM)d sure like to fuck
those melons and spurt my come all over her pretty face. -

   Jenny blushed at theirs words.  She tried not to move.  Obviously they
were taking her for a mannequin.  As long as she did not move she was save.
But the tight pinching latex top and bottom made it hard for her to stand
still.  Worst of all the straps of the plastic-holster cut into her soft
skin.  Its rugged material scratched terribly.  She had to get rid of it,
but quickly.

   Making lewd remarks about her body the men disappeared from her view. 
To remove the holster Jenny started fumbling with the plastic-belt of her
strange costume hastily.  It seemed to be weld together.  She just could
not unfasten it.  Jenny started to pull and tear with all her strength. 
Suddenly the belt broke and she violently ripped the latex-shorts in half.

   Unbelievingly she stared down at her neatly trimmed blonde bush.  Her
pussy-hair was shining brightly against her deeply tanned skin.  Her cousin
Jackie lately had convinced her to do nude sunbathing in the back yard and
her tan-lines had disappeared very quickly.

   Trying to cover up Jenny quickly held the broken ends of the belt
together tightly.  The shorts had ripped open down to her crotch and she
needed several attempts hide her pussy from view properly.  In her distress
she had not noticed yet that her abrupt motion had broken the tight
latex-top on the back.  Stretched to the max the tear slowly split open. 
Jenny watched in horror as the mall filled with clerks getting to work. 
She tried not to move, desperately holding the torn shorts together.

   Her arms at her sides pressed her ample breasts together and made them
appear even riper.  She heard a woman -(TM)s voice exclaim  -œoh my - look
at that new Lara-Croft-Mannequin.  It looks quite daring !"

   A crowd gathered around the computer-shop -(TM)s window and everybody
admired the new mannequin.   -œGosh, she -(TM)s sexy - I -(TM)ll get my
camera before someone puts her away"- it was the clerk of the photo-shop.
He motioned to his apprentice  -ž -and you get the VCR" chuckling to
himself  -œI will post this to my friends at SWOPPIX".

   Jenny kept her eyes on the floor and concentrated on standing still. 
She did not realise what was happening in front of the shop window.  A
camera and a VCR were capturing her attire in detail.

   The apprentice focused on the mannequins chest.  He was amazed by the
lively contours of her nipples under the stretched latex.  The top finally
tore completely and slowly slid down her arms.  Before Jenny could react
the latex piece no longer covered her breasts.  The slack material hung
loose from her elbows and her massive breasts pointed at the gasping
spectators.  The apprentice could not believe his luck.  The fresh air on
her chest told Jenny that something terrible must have happened.  It was
time to move.  More and more clerks gathered round in front of the shop
window.

   The man with the camera was clicking away like mad.  Jenny stepped back.
A partition wall blocked her way.  The crowd howled as they realised that
the naked lady was real.  The crowd thickened.  Jenny looked up and saw
nothing but faces pressed to the shop-window, only one step away.  The
floor was about three feet off the ground, to give customers a better view.
She was almost completely exposed to the view of anyone who happened to
pass.  If she tried to cover her breasts she would have to reveal her
pussy. And there were more and more people coming !

   She had to find a way to get out of that shop window.  The curved
partition wall was held by two pillars at the sides of the shop window. 
There was just a small gap between the pane and each pillar.  With a little
luck she could press herself through the gap.  The crowd was cheering as
the voluptuous blonde pressed her 38DD breasts against the pane and
carefully tried to move sideways through the small passage.  The feeling of
the cold pane against her naked skin send shivers through her body.  She
still clenched her hands around the belt trying to cover at least her
crotch.  Nonetheless each movement allowed a glimpse of her blonde bush.

   The apprentice zoomed on her sex.  If Jenny wanted to take the chance to
escape through the small gap she could no longer hold her hands in front of
her, she had to put them to her sides.  Resigning she let the belt go.  The
latex-shorts, pulled down by the weight of the holster, dropped to the
floor immediately.  The crowd welcomed the sight of her blonde bush and her
pink sex with roaring applause.

   Jenny had to straddle her legs and press her groin against the pane to
press her body as close to it as possible.  Her pussy lips were parted and
the mortified Jenny sensed the cold pane press against her clitoris.  To
her horror and utter humiliation she felt herself getting aroused by the
cold caress.  Desperately she pressed sideways.  Her butt was just too
plump, she could not get it through.  She struggled hard and finally gained
space by getting half of her back past the pillar that slid right between
the valley of her cheeks parting them.  Her legs and pussy-lips widened
even more.  Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and humiliation, but she
could not avoid her breasts to swell, nipples getting hard and her breath
to quicken.  Her whole body started tingling.

   Outside a party was going on.  Jenny felt her heart sink and her legs
weaken.  She was stuck !  She could not move the least bit and each attempt
only added to the stimulation of her erect breasts and clitoris.  She
almost fainted - she was unable to free herself and obscenely exposed to
everyone.  The whole front was pressed to the pane and the constant
pressure on her most sensitive parts brought her on the brink of an orgasm.


   Meanwhile the owner of the shop had arrived.  He was unsure whether he
should intervene or not.  He could not figure out how that buxom blonde
could have got into his shop-window.  He enjoyed the sight of the trapped
beauty.  The blonde bombshell seemed to be close to breakdown.

   Unnoticed by everyone he hurriedly opened the door to his shop and
locked it behind him.  In no time he removed the pillar that had trapped
the blonde.  The audience howled and moaned, but they were satisfied.  They
had seen it all.  All of her.  Jenny collapsed in the arms of the
shop-owner and he was rewarded for his gallantry by the touch of her soft
skin.

   He suppressed the thought of taking advantage of the situation although
he would have loved to let his hands roam over her opulent curves.  He
helped the dazed Jenny inside the office and sat her on a chair.  He did
not even have a blanket to cover her, so he inspected her limp naked body.
When he realised that she was getting back to life he gently covered her
with his jacket.  He never asked her how she got into his shop-window.  He
finally found something to wear for Jenny.  Ignoring the stares of the
clerks that had gone to work he just guided her out of the mall and hailed
a cab.  The exhausted Jenny arrived home in a long snug T-shirt that had a
busty armed woman printed on.  She never found out how she got into the
clothes of Lara Croft.



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   Jenny's A Guard by Smokies Gun

   Finally a job where everything was safe for Jenny.  Night work, a female
partner and a drab, boring, uniform.  It was a well paying job, doing
security at a store, which was a front for a lab developing a new product
for law enforcement.  The researcher told Jenny and Rochelle that it was a
stun type device, which was chemical based and render the victim frozen,
unable to move, only able to think and feel.  This would free up the
officer to transport the victim with no risk and minimal damage.  The
antidote was a hormonal stimulant which return the victim to normal with no
side effects.  Of course, both guards were sworn to secrecy and Jenny,
being the professional, loyal person she is, took it to heart.

   Rochelle was nice but unknown to Jenny.  The boss who hired them both
was of course impressed with the rack on Jenny and her general beauty. 
Rochelle was no slouch either.  She had beautiful, dirty blond hair, small
up top, but she gave Jenny a run for her money in the butt and legs.  He
had drilled a peep hole in the locker room and hoped to catch a look at
Jenny's 38DD's.

   The job was a one month tour, in which a week was left.  Jenny couldn't
see her husband much as he worked 12 hour days and she was on 12 hour
nights.  She was looking forward to the end of this one, as she was getting
pretty horny.

   They would walk their beat through the working department store, as any
really store has night guards, and monitor the cameras the rest of the
time. From 6.00pm to 6.00am for 3 weeks,there wasn't a problem.   -œEasy
money, - Rochelle would say.  The big windows out front had mannequins
dressed in spring and summer fashions, as all stores did now.  As far as
Jenny's husband knew, she was security at the store, no danger, no risk. 
Jenny could tell him nothing.

   Jenny felt like a secret agent or something.  There wasn't really much
up and soon this gig would be over.  What no one knew though, was that
Rochelle was a double agent.  She planned to steal the prototype, do a live
test, and get it out of the store.  She thought she would kill two birds
with one stone.  She called Jenny back to sportswear.

    -œIs there a problem? - asked Jenny.

    -œSomething strange, man.  Come'n look. - replied Rochelle.

   As Jenny enter the swimwear section, she felt a prick in her bum and was
immediately frozen.

    -œWow, that was amazing, - thought Rochelle,  -œ now to get this stuff
out of here, and what to do with her? -

   She took off as poor Jenny mentally freaked.  When Rochelle returned she
had a bag of stuff from the store.  She stripped Jenny naked.

    -œHoly shit girl, what a set of tits on you!  Almost makes me wish I
was gay! -

   Then she proceeded to shave and wax off every hair on Jenny's body. 
Jenny wept inside as her beautiful blonde hair fell to the floor.  Rochelle
then greased up the prototype vial and stuck it in Jenny's bald pussy. 
With some play dough, she filled in Jenny's vagina and anus.  She took a
flesh coloured paint and covered Jenny's body so it looked like a
mannequin's.

   Putting on a red wig and drawing in some eyebrows, she closed the
eyelids and dressed Jenny in a bikini.  She put Jenny on a stand, sticking
it into the play dough in Jenny's anus.  Placing Jenny in the store window,
Rochelle said  -œI'll be back for you tomorrow night. -

   Rochelle cleaned up, wrote a resignation letter from Jenny, stating
marital difficulties, and went back to her post to wait the end of the
shift.

   In the morning Mrs.  Shaw called young Fred to her office and told him
to get that big titted display out of her window or he was fired.  Of
course, Fred knew nothing and was surprised to find the beautiful,
voluptuous Jenny doll in his display.  He decided to take her home to his
apartment and say no more to anyone.

   That night Jenny's husband showed up at the store with the police and no
one knew anything about any Jenny.  (secrecy, great hey!)

   What was Jenny into now?

   Back at Fred's, he was ogling the naked Jenny doll on its stand, five
beers down, wondering if the stand comes out.  So he bent the movable Jenny
mannequin into a doggy position over his bed and pulled the stand from
Jenny's butt.

   The stand had opened up Jenny's anus to a one inch wide hole.   -œHmm!
- as he probed the hole with his KY-jellied finger.  It was soft, warm and
tight!

    -œMaybe, - he thought and greased up his own pole.

   Slowly he slipped into Jenny's rear.  Though she could make know sound,
she could feel the hot penis penetrate an area she wouldn't even allow her
husband to touch.  Fred was in heaven, as he reached up and start kneading
the 38dd tits in front of him.

    -œWow, the nipples feel real! - he thought.

   Jenny couldn't help but become aroused, as Fred was really starting to
pump.  Then she remembered, hormonal stimulation was the key to her
freedom.

    -œCome on young man, - she thought,  -œStick it to me, Free me! -
Just as she was on the edge of an anal orgasm, the door bell rang.

   It was Fred's mom.

    -œJust a minute, - he said, as he returned Jenny to her stand and
placed her in the closet.   -œI'll be back young lady, and maybe we can
check out your pussy area when I do!!! -

    -œOh No, - thought Jenny !!!