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 �>�Joan -(TM)s Thailand Adventure by AnotherAnonymous

   Part 1  -" Breakup and kickoff

   Joan left the hotel resort fuming with anger.  She had just dumped her
boyfriend.  Instead of a nice holiday with sun, romance, love and sex their
heated argument right at the start had pulverised their relationship in one
fell swoop.  They had been a couple for only a few months and the time in
Thailand was the first real test of their relationship.  Not only had she
dumped her boyfriend, Joan also was deprived of everything except what she
had on her body, which actually was very little.

   It had started right after they had checked into the apartment.  Joan
had brought a nice collection of outfits she had deliberately picked for
these holidays, which she considered suitable for the hot weather.  And of
course she loved to dress sexy and show off her great body.  Joan enjoyed
attracting attention with her looks, and back home her boyfriend had always
been proud of her great looks and sexiness.  Their sex life was amazing so
far, and Joan wanted to spice up things during their vacation right from
the start.  After a quick shower she joyfully changed into her favourite
new outfit.  She had just recently purchased sexy low cut hot pants,
especially for the trip to Thailand.  To Joan, wearing hot pants tended to
involve wearing not much at all, and these made no exception.  They were
showing off her great legs and certainly served to draw attention.  These
bottoms were a fun in particular, not only because they were kind of mini
hot pants with an extra low cut.  They had a special fashionable feature.
Sideways they were held together by white cords, which added a few extra
inches of exposed skin.  Panties would show at the sides, but Joan
considered it as an invitation to omit wearing any.  Together with the
strapless white stretch tube top Joan -(TM)s outfit left little to the
imagination, and that was exactly her intention.  She was proud of her body
that was the result of natural beauty and lots of workout sessions and
conscious nutrition.  Her shoes were fashionable and comfortable strappy
espadrille wedge sandals, which added to the emphasis of her long lean legs
provided by the hot pants.  Joan turned to her boyfriend with a bright
smile,  -�let -(TM)s head to the beach! -�

   Only a misanthrope would have considered Joan -(TM)s outfit slutty.  It
was about a young woman enjoying life and being comfortable with herself
and her body.  You are only young once.

   Her boyfriend was shocked.   -�We -(TM)re in Thailand -- -� was all he
said.  He started rummaging through Joan -(TM)s bag.  He found nothing but
skimpy tops, short skirts and in general revealing clothes.  With every
piece of clothing that he picked from the bag, he got angrier.  Then he
realised that Joan did not even bring a bikini.  He lost his poise
completely, when Joan earnestly told him, that she was not going to let
these holidays spoil her all over tan.  He just exploded in anger. 

   Joan was completely astonished by his reaction.  Not even remotely she
understood her boyfriend -(TM)s behaviour.  After all she was an aspiring
bikini and lingerie model.  She sported an all over tan for years now, both
for professional reasons and because it corresponded to her lifestyle and
physical well-being.   -�Is he going to complain about my clean shaven
pussy next -�, she thought to herself and gave him a look of complete
bewilderment.  Joan hardly even listened to him, cursing her for lack of
culture and for not having informed herself about the local conventions and
that of course there were no nude beaches in Thailand.  He worked himself
up into his rage that he finally grabbed her bag and ran outside taking it
with him.   -�Hey! -� Joan shouted and hurried after him.  She caught up
with him outside at the big rubbish container, throwing the content of her
bag into it.  Joan was shocked and stunned.  She ran past him, cursing him,
trying to hit him and telling him to get her stuff right back from the
dumpster.  Back in the apartment they had a heated argument.  Joan ended
the fight by telling him it was over and she did not ever want to see him
again.  Joan boiled with rage as she went to collect her things from the
rubbish container.  Only to find that in the meantime it had been emptied.
All her stuff was lost!  Beside herself with rage Joan returned to the
apartment to kill her ex-boyfriend.  Or at least to rant and rave at him
some more.  Only to find it empty.  He had left, taking everything with
him. She sat down on the bed, exhausted from the fight and clueless what to
do next.  Then it began to dawn on her that he might have left for good. 
Joan hurried to the reception and actually arrived just in time to see him
drive away with the car they had rented. 

   Joan entered the reception, only to learn, that they were kind of lucky.
Another couple had asked for an apartment just in the very moment that her
ex-boyfriend had returned the key.  They had agreed that they could take
the apartment and they would get the money back transferred.  That of
course left Joan without lodging, but it was true that it had been him who
had booked and paid everything, so she could not complain, could she?

   So Joan left fuming with anger.  At the same time her mind was numb. 
Nothing like this had ever happened to her.  With no particular aim left
the hotel resort.  It wasn -(TM)t until the honking of a passing car
startled her, with a group of young man howling and whistling at her, that
she remembered her ultra-sexy outfit.  It was only then that she got fully
aware that this all she had.  Just two pieces of clothing of the most
revealing kind and a pair of sandals.  And it was only after a while of
walking about under the hot sun, that Joan realised that she was thirsty,
and that she did not have any money on her.

   Then the truth hit her.  Joan had unintentionally embarked on an
adventure.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure part 2

   Part 2  -" Topless in public?

   Joan attracted a lot of attention and got numerous reactions.  Honking
from passing cars, stares and lewd remarks.  Even women felt provoked by
her appearance, some glared at her, some were smiling knowingly, one even
smacked her butt, which no man dared to do.  Back home Joan enjoyed turning
heads and causing stir by her looks and sexy outfits, but this was far more
than she had bargained for.  It actually was her most embarrassing
experience ever.  She awoke to the fact, that this situation was completely
different from what she had experienced back home.  She had always been
either with a group of girls who were just like her, or she had a boyfriend
at her side.  But now she was on her own, which made her feel most
vulnerable and much more on display.  She felt like running, but actually
she did not have the slightest idea where to.  Joan had never felt like
this before.  She felt alternately hot and cold, her skin was tingling, her
heart was beating, her cheeks were flushing and she broke out in a sweat.
Sweating like never before.  The sheen of sweat made her tan skin glisten.
Joan was very aware of the sensation of drops of sweat that were running
down the valley between her boobs.  They were slightly tickling her
sensitive skin in an unnerving way.  And as if this wasn't bad enough
already, before long Joan noticed an additional emotion.  She was shocked
and stunned to realize that her body responded to the situation with
arousal.  The tightness of her top had become extremely perceptible,
because her nipples had engorged, pressing against it.  Each step caused a
subtle stimulation to her sensitive nipples, and soon they stood fully
erect, venturing to poke through the thin material of her tight top.

   Joan was distressed.  She needed a break.  She was thirsty.  She had to
reconsider her situation.  She did not only need to drink but also had to
find something less provocative to wear.  And she needed to get sunglasses,
hiding her eyes she would have felt less vulnerable.  But how could she
manage to do this without any money?

   Eventually she had to pass a bar.  Some old men were standing in front
of it with drinks in hand, and all of them were staring in her direction.
Joan first wanted to cross the road to avoid them, but then she noticed a
group of young men approaching on the other side.   -�I -(TM)m better off
with the old guys -�, she encouraged herself to go on.

   So Joan forced herself to act nonchalantly and ignore the stares as she
approached the bar.  Then she stood right before the group of old men.  All
of them were locals.  They were dumbfounded at her sight.  One of them
waved his bottle, inviting her to have a drink with them.  He was more than
surprised when she shook her head yes.  Joan was very thirsty and simply
could not allow herself to refuse to have a drink with them.

   Immediately she got a bottle of beer.  Alcohol actually was not what she
wanted right now, but she reckoned that this was not the moment to mess
with bagatelles.  She finished her beer quickly and felt much better right
away.  The men got her another.  They were undressing Joan with theirs
eyes. And although they acted courteously Joan felt uncomfortable.  The
tall semi naked fashion model felt like an alien among them.  They were
tiny people speaking in a foreign language that was a mystery to her.  They
handed her another beer.  Joan drank it like water, although she already
started to feel the effect of the alcohol.

   The group of men was whispering, and finally one of them in a very
polite manner managed to explain with some broken English words and
gestures what they were wondering about.  They had not only noticed, that
Joan wore no panties, but also, that there were no tan lines visible.  Joan
cringed in embarrassment, but of course her hot pants allowed to see just
that.  She gave her best to stay calm, although she noticed that she broke
into a sweat again.  Her top felt soaked against her chest.  Joan tried to
put into simple words that it was quiet common to tan in the nude back
where she lived.  It was hard to tell whether they understood or not. 
Anyway, they smiled at her in a friendly manner and nodded their heads
eagerly.

   They were behaving really civilised, taking the view Joan provided.  The
beer had calmed Joan down and she felt much better than just a little while
ago.  Maybe her Thailand adventure was not so bad at all.  She had been
very thirsty, and now she was all right.  She had achieved this quiet
easily.  She got the feeling that she would come to terms with the
situation.  The locals seemed to be nice.  Joan sensed her chance to find
out if it was true that there were no nude beaches here.  She made several
approaches to make her question understood, but to no avail.  The men were
willing to help, but it did not work.  To make herself understood, Joan
grabbed one side of her hot pants and lowered it down her thigh and
motioned to her tanned skin where one would expect bikini lines.  In doing
so, she minded not exposing her pussy, but could not avoid to reveal most
of her bald pubes.  The men stared in awe, while Joan tried to make
understood that she wanted to do the same here.  Tan in the nude.  Again
they put heads together and after a while seemed to come to a conclusion.
Eagerly nodding towards Joan they piled some notes on the table collecting
them from everybody in the group.  They smiled at her encouraging and kept
nodding.  Joan had no idea what was going on.  Then one of them made a
gesture like lowering his pants and nodded towards her, making another
gesture towards the money, indicating her to take it.  Joan blushed
scarlet. This was a big misunderstanding!  They wanted to see her tan!  To
be more precise, they were thinking she was willing to show her pussy for
money! 

   This was awkward.  This was of course completely out of question.  Joan
would not do it.  She waved aside.  The men were looking at her
uncomprehendingly. 

   Again they put heads together.  Then one of him made a gesture like
raising his shirt, adding another gesture towards the money, indicating her
to take it.  Joan could not believe it!  They thought, that she had refused
to do it only because it was not enough money.  And now they wanted to see
her tits, thinking this would be a bit cheaper.  It was ridiculous.  What
crazy situation!  Joan hung her head with shame.  She was no prude, and
yes, there had been occasions in which she had flashed her tits for fun. 
But it wasn -(TM)t the same selling it.  Wouldn -(TM)t this make her kind
of a prostitute?  Of course, being a lingerie and bikini model she had to
have an exhibitionistic streak.  But still, modelling was a highly
respected job, showing her tits to strangers in a public place was not.  Of
course Joan could not do it, or could she?

   Joan focused the group of men and was about to turn down the proposal,
when she saw her reflection in the window of the bar.  Her upper body was
towering above the local people, and what Joan saw was tits.  Her tits, to
be precise.  Looking down herself, Joan realized that her top was soaked.
Not only did it cling to her chest, its thin material had also become
practically transparent.  Her nipples and areolas were clearly visible. 

   Joan reconsidered.  It wasn -(TM)t such a big difference to show them,
was it?  The model business was tough.  She had gone through quite a few
situations that had violated her dignity.  And after all  -" what should
she do?  She didn -(TM)t have any money.  And this would be easy money. 
And after all, Joan was a model.  She lived from showing he body, it was
not such a big difference, was it?  And after all she was proud of her
looks.  Why not make the day of these friendly folks a little nicer?  And
the final reason to do it was, that if she left now, she would walk the
street in a sheer top.  That meant, that everybody who saw her would see
her practically topless.  A plan formed in her mind.  She would not just
show them her boobs she would take off the top completely.  It would dry in
the sun fast.  Everybody would be satisfied.  Joan would earn some money
and go on with a top that provided cover.

   Joan gave them her best smile.  She took the money and stuffed it under
the waistband of her hot pants.  This made her look like a real stripper,
but what other option did she have?

   The men were smiling brightly.  They held their breath in disbelieve,
when she reached for her top and with one swift movement raised it above
her head, freeing her fantastic tanned boobs.  They got more than they had
bargained for.  Actually they had just made a bit of fun out of a sexy
young tourist.  None of them had expected her to really flash her tits. 
They were enticingly glistening with sweat.

    -�No touching -�, she gestured and with her best smile she reached out
for another beer.  The men started clapping and Joan felt her cheeks
flushing.  They attracted way too much attention.  Joan turned around and
noticed that her audience had grown to a bigger crowd than one would like.
Although she received more clapping and cheering, and everybody showed a
friendly attitude, Joan was shocked about the turn of events.  She reached
for her top, but it was still quite damp.  She had to endure some more. 

   One of the passers-by was a tourist.  He captured her with his phone,
which was terribly annoying for Joan, and asked how much was a dance.  Joan
tried to cover her boobs with her arm and gave him the finger.  He was
hooting, because this made an exceptionally nice cheeky picture.  Joan
angrily turned away from him and tried to keep her composure although she
was filled with mixed emotions.  Things were starting to get out of hand. 

   Actually they were getting out of hand.  The next thing to happen was
someone snatching away Joan -(TM)s top.  It was the tourist!  He laughed
hoarsely and swinging it in the air he ran away.  Joan was shocked and mad.
She was a very athletic, working out was an important way to keep her body
in shape.  She was not going to let him getaway.  Laughing, cheering and
clapping emerged as she dashed past the thief with bouncing bare boobs.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 3

   Part 3  -" Topless in public!

   The tourist Joan was chasing after was a rather fat guy.  Under normal
circumstances Joan would have caught up with him easily.  But Joan had just
gulped down several beers under the hot sun, and she ran with her arms
crossed above her chest, which not only slowed her down but also caused her
not to breathe well.  Because of this Joan soon saw stars and could not go
on.  She had to lean against a wall and lost sight of the guy who had taken
her top.

   Joan was panting heavily and for the moment no longer bothered about
covering her tits.  When she raised her head again, she faced three local
adolescents staring at her.  Dumbfounded.  She quickly cupped her tits with
her hands.  One of them gestured her to take his shirt.  It was way too
small and ragged.  It was obvious that these kids were poor.  Joan felt
compassion and was very impressed, that a kid who obviously did not own
much - if anything at all - was offering to take his shirt.  As much as she
needed something to wear, she could not take it.  Joan tried to make this
understood by gestures.  The kids gestured back, and it took Joan some time
to understand that they were asking her to show them her boobs.  Joan was
taken aback.  If someone who has nothing, offers you something, how in the
world can you turn down a simple wish that is easy to fulfil?  Joan -(TM)s
stomach turned.  Joan was unable to cope.  These kids were nice, and at
that age a boy wants to know about tits.  Obviously.  It felt wrong, but
was it?  It wasn -(TM)t the alcohol it was just pity.  Joan reluctantly
revealed her boobs and let them have a look.  Joan wanted to put her head
in a bag.  They stared with open mouths.  Joan felt terrible, but what else
could she do?  Then she remembered the money she had gained at the bar. 
She took it and offered it to them.  Joan had no idea whether it was much
or not.  Anyway, they did not accept it, they just turned around and ran
away. 

   What a far out experience.  Joan hoped she had made the kids day.

   Out of nowhere the tourist who had snatched her top appeared again,
smiling at her lewdly.   -�Want it back? -� Joan instinctively covered her
boobs with her arm.  She fumed at him.  He just laughed.  Joan motioned him
to give it back.  He grinned mischievously.   -�Show me your butt! -� After
her encounter with the local kids, Joan was not in the mood to trifle with
some asshole.   -�...  off! -� was all she said.  She turned around and
just walked away.  Maybe the alcohol helped her to do it in a victorious
way.  She proudly showed her best cat walk strut, with her hands at her
hips, deliberately exposing her boobs.   -�Attitude! -� Joan encouraged
herself, while she cringed inside, knowing what a sight she gave, wearing
only those super sexy micro hot pants.  Actually kind of she showed him her
butt, and quite a lot of it, but of course not in the way he had hoped for.

    -�Hey! -� he tourist shouted.  He offered her to take her top back. 
But Joan ignored him.  To keep her dignity, it was best to do so.  Wanker!
He ran past her and tried to put her top in her hand.  Joan slapped him
hard in the face, leaving him behind in pain and crying shame.

   The great feeling of having acted strong, independent and self-contained
did not last long.  Joan wore nothing but tiny hot pants in public, and her
situation remained critical.  That -(TM)s why she hurried back to the
tourist before he had even managed to recover from her blow.  But where was
her top?  She did not see it.   -�Give it to me! -� She had hit him hard,
and although he knew he deserved it, he was mad.   -�Show me your butt. -�

   To cut a long story short, in the end she did it.  Joan considered that
retrieving her top was more important than proving her point.  It wasn
-(TM)t only that she bent over and lowered the little cover that her hot
pants provided to her butt.  It was inevitable to reveal some of her clean
shaven pussy with it, which luckily Joan was not aware of.  But her
audience was.  And that was what Joan was very aware of.  Many people were
watching as she shamelessly exposed herself to the tourist right on a
public street.  Joan thought that this was the most humiliating experience
in her life.  But to top it off afterwards he had to admit that he had no
idea where her top was.  He had just asked her one more time to show her
butt, and that was what she had just done.  Supposedly he was a lawyer. 
Joan tried to hit him once again, but this time he was prepared which led
to a short fight which Joan kind of won, technically, but he got to cop a
feel of her practically naked body before he escaped.  And this all
happened in plain view of the public.  Of course Joan felt bad.  And she
stayed topless.

   But where was her top?  Who had snatched it now?  A naughty little
doggy! Joan spotted it chewing on the white fabric.  Not good, not good at
all!  The defence of the naughty little doggy was broken easily, but Joan
-(TM)s triumph did not last long.  It had been a strikingly sexy top
before, but with the dog -(TM)s alterations it had become even more
interesting.  Several dog-tailored cuts and holes provided more flesh
revealed. 

   A misanthrope might have considered Joan -(TM)s top slutty from the
start.  Now it was slutty by mostly anyone -(TM)s standards.  Joan put it
on anyway, what else could she do?  The top was dirty and rotten now.  It
showed her left nipple and her right areola, plus an extremely risky
cleavage.  Dog -(TM)s taste was not so far away from human male -(TM)s
taste.  Anyway, without knowing it yet, Joan had already started to gain a
local reputation.

   Joan knew that she had to replace the top as soon as possible.  It didn
-(TM)t help that she had no idea about that local currency, Baht.  Her
money  -" was it much or was it little? 

   Onward to find it out.  But Joan unknowingly kind of had left the
touristic path.  She had left the security and safety of the hotel resort.
It was not very probable that she could pay with the local currency at the
hotel resort anyway.  Joan was completely oblivious to that.  She found no
stores and received countless stares.  The small village next to the resort
offered nothing.  And Joan found no way to get information where she could
go.  There had to be a bigger village not far away and other touristic
locations and beaches.  But Joan had no idea and no ways to find out.

   That -(TM)s why Joan returned to the hotel resort in the evening.  She
was exhausted and at a loss.

   The problem was that they did not let Joan in in.  Although she was a no
local.  She simply looked like a hooker, and that -(TM)s what they took her
for.  She did not understand a word, but of course she realised that they
did not allow her to enter the resort.  The remains of her top was in
shreds leaving her practically topless.  The state of the tiny hot pants
wasn -(TM)t good as well.  Its crotch part was scarce anyway.  After a day
of sweat and adventures it was soaked.  Joan was much too tired to notice,
but everyone else sure did  -" she accidentally showed pussy lips. 

   It got night, and Joan was hungry and tired.  With the village being
lifeless she had no other idea but to return to the bar.  Joan needed to
gather information, but most of all she needed to eat and to find a place
to sleep. 

   First it seemed completely hopeless.  Joan forced herself to eat what
was offered.  At least her money seemed to be sufficient for what little
was offered here.  There were only locals around and she had never felt so
out of place in her life.  There was no other woman.  She got the feeling
that the men at the bar were talking about her, but she could not tell if
they knew about the show she had given right here before. 

   Eventually a European expat appeared who spoke her language.  Joan
desperately lunged at him.  He was a down-and-out middle aged man who
appeared to be drugged or drunk.  But he was sober enough to enjoy her
beauty and half naked state.  Somehow Joan convinced him to take her with
him.  The price she had to pay was to endure some pathetic kind of an
attempt of having sex, in which he happened to destroy the remains of her
top before he fell into a comatose sleep.  He had not really touched Joan,
but still she felt dirty and cheap.  His hut was small, dirty and overall
depressing, but at least Joan had found a place to sleep for the night. 
And that messed-up guy had given her vague instructions where to find the
next bigger place with stores, bars, beaches and so on.

   Next morning Joan awoke early to his snoring.  It was hard to believe,
but she could not find anything in that miserable place that she could use
as a top, not even a towel.  Of course she could have tried to take the
greasy shirt he wore, but she did not have the heart to do it and it was
dirty, smelly and disgusting anyway.

   Having no other choice Joan got on her way wearing nothing but her tiny
hot pants and her sandals, which now appeared ridiculously fashionable.



   Joan's Thailand adventure pt.  4

   Part 4  -" Forced Streaking

   Once your reputation's gone, you can boldly carry on.  Joan made her way
past the bar in her half naked state, and the people just waved at her
kindly.  There wasn -(TM)t much going on in that small place and Joan was
the talk of the village.  Everybody had heard about that gorgeous tourist
who had flashed her tits for a small amount of cash.  And everybody knew as
well how nicely she had treated the kids.  Joan had no idea that she was
perfectly safe with the locals of this place.  When she passed the bar she
crossed her arms above her chest and blushed deeply.  When one of the men
emerged from the group she sped up because she was ashamed of yesterday
-(TM)s events.  She had no idea whether these were the same men as
yesterday, to her they were looking all the same.  But anyway, as long as
she was topless she wanted to avoid contact with any people.  How could she
know that he only wanted to offer her to take his shirt?

   Joan -(TM)s plan was simple.  She wanted to walk to the next village
that was said to be bigger and with stores.  There she would head to the
next shop and purchase a top.  After that she would think of what to do
next.

   It was a simple plan, but to carry it out soon turned out to be more
complicated than Joan had thought.  She came to a road junction.  There
were no road signs and Joan had no idea which direction to take.  All she
could do was try.

   The street was deserted and Joan almost enjoyed her lonely walk.  The
sun was warming her body and felt good on her skin.  Joan felt relaxed and
almost tempted to take off her hot pants to work on her all over tan.  It
was early in the morning and no sign of people.  Walking topless in public
reminded Jan of the party some years ago were they had challenged her and
her best friend Jackie to go streaking.  Jackie had talked her into it and
they had stripped bare and did it.  Both friends were the most beautiful
and popular girls around and it had been great fun.  Many people had seen
them running naked outside.  Compared to that dare back then today -(TM)s
situation was a piece of cake, although Joan would have never done it
without her friend.  And now she was on her own.  Thinking back to this
wild party night got Joan a little worked up.  She could have had each and
every guy that night, but she had limited herself to three whereas Jackie
knew no limits back then.  The catch had been that they did it in the
living room in front of everybody, which complicated theirs lives a bit
afterwards.  But they had never regretted that night.

   Joan had always loved sex.  It was a shame that her relationship with
her boyfriend was over.  These holidays were supposed to be romantic and
filled with steamy sex, and now Joan was all by herself.  But that of
course did not mean that she could not release some tension herself.  Joan
decided to leave the street and to bushwhack to find herself a sheltered
place. 

   Joan was lucky.  After just a few minutes she saw the distinct shimmer
of sun hitting water.  By chance she had found a lake!  That was even
better then she would have expected.  She did not have a shower since
yesterday.   -�Just me and the great outdoors! -� Joan was filled with
glee. She quickly got completely naked and waded into the water, leaving
her shoes and hot pants behind at the shore.  The water felt great!  Joan
drifted and floated about.  The water and the sun looked and felt great on
her nude body and Joan was in union with the elements.  That was until she
noticed that she was not alone. 

   Four people hat entered the water unwillingly separating her from her
stuff.  They were swimming into her direction.  As they came near, Joan
noticed that it apparently was a father with his grown up children, two
sons and a daughter.  Campers.  Now Joan saw theirs tents and a woman in a
bikini standing in front of it doing some stuff.  They had made themselves
a nice camp right at the shore of the beautiful lake.  They were tourists
as well, and the good thing was that Joan could ask them where to go.  And
maybe even get a top!

   But it turned out a rather unkind encounter.  First thing was that they
were both shocked and excited when they noticed that she was topless, which
Joan failed to hide by trying to keep everything except for her head under
water.  This made her feel quite uncomfortable.  The father asked her where
she came from and Joan made the mistake to point at her stuff and explain
that she had come from the road.  She noticed both sons exchange a quick
glance and start to swim towards her stuff.  Joan could not pay attention
to them, because she had to take the opportunity to gain information. 
Indeed, she had taken the wrong turn.  The father was obviously feeling
uncomfortable with her being topless, maybe he figured that she was stark
naked.  Anyway, he soon did not want to talk anymore and left towards the
camp.  But his sons had sat down at the shore right where Joan had left
what little clothing she had. 

   It was obvious that they were waiting for her.  And Joan saw no other
option than to get it over with.  They were snickering as she approached
them.   -�No top? -� one of them exclaimed.   -�Nice pants -� the other
added.  They were more or less at the same age as Joan, early twenties. 
The money was still attached to one cord of the hot pants, which led to the
next lewd question.   -�Are you a stripper? -� This might become
complicated, Joan thought to herself.  They were out of sight from the
camp, which meant that it was not very probable that theirs parents would
interfere and end this.  They were grinning at Joan mischievously.  She saw
no other option and emerged from the water, covering her tits and pussy as
best as she could.   -�No tan lines?  Great! -� and  -�So you always run
around naked? -� Joan was annoyed.   -�Get lost! -� Shrugging theirs
shoulders they got up to leave, but taking her stuff with them.   -�Stop!
Drop my stuff. -� They just laughed.   -�Show yourself! -� Of course, it
was always the same, wasn -(TM)t it.   -�Do you want me to call your
parents? -� They just grinned.   -�We are here -�, Joan heard from the
background, and the father appeared together with his wife and daughter,
who was about her mid-twenties.   -�This is Thailand, and we are going to
teach you a lesson about running around stark naked in this country.  You
seem to lack respect of the local conventions. -� The daughter shook her
head in disapproval,  -�look at those slutty pants -- -� Joan could not
believe what was happening.

    -�Now, where is your top? -� Joan cringed with discomfort.   -�I -- I
have, er, lost it -- -� This wasn -(TM)t leading anywhere.  They grabbed
her and dragged Joan to their camp.  She got the feeling that they were
feeling her up quite a lot, pinning her hands behind her back.  What a
strange family structure!

    -�The good news is, we -(TM)re going to drive you to the village.  The
bad news is you stay as you are.  We -(TM)re going to give you your stuff
back when we are there. -�

   Of course Joan could have escaped, she could have simply run away.  But
where to?  And stark naked?  Joan chose to submit to them for the moment
being.  She followed them to the car.  They drove to the village, the
parents in the front, one son and the daughter were restrained in the back
with Joan.  At least Joan had the young woman at her side, and it seemed
that she disapproved what was happening.  It must have been embarrassing
for her to watch her brothers ogle the nude woman.  The other brother drove
in a second car and  -" as she was about to find out  -" he held Joan
-(TM)s stuff.

   Finally, they arrived at their destination.   -�Here we are, it is time
for you to get out! -� the father cheerfully exclaimed.  The place was
busy.  -�I -(TM)m not leaving the car without a stitch of clothes.  There
are so many people.  They will see me.  Give me back my stuff. -� He
laughed,  -�oh, you will! -� and he revealed the catch. 

   His son was depositing Joan -(TM)s stuff in a dustbin in a far distance.
The timing was perfect as the waste got collected right now.  Joan had to
run to be there in time before her stuff got collected.  That meant that
she was going to have to streak.  It was the main street of the village,
and it had a beach, which meant that there were lots of people around, both
locals and tourists.  This was going to be humiliating.   -�You see my son
is depositing your stuff right now.  Do you see the garbage collector near?
If you hurry you will be just in time to collect your stuff right before he
takes it with him.  Now you better run! -�

   To Joan -(TM)s surprise the daughter showed compassion, she quickly
handed her some fabric and whispered,  -�Run!  Put it on later -- -�

   And that -(TM)s what Joan did in a mad rush.  The rush of adrenaline
made it almost impossible to think straight, Joan -(TM)s first instinct was
to simply run away, which made her go to the opposite direction of her goal
first.  Of course the gorgeous nude woman caught everyone -(TM)s attention.
She had decided against trying to cover in order to run faster.  He boobs
were bouncing with every step.  Just like way back when she had gone
streaking with her friend Jackie, the adrenaline and mixed emotions were
overwhelming.  The main reason that they afterwards had willingly had sex
with random guys in front of everybody sure must have been that they both
had needed to get a release for the pent up tension.  Just like then Joan
felt a mixture of strong emotions.  Of course humiliation and shame were
dominant.  But she also felt pure joy of exposing her fantastic athletic
body which she was very proud of.  This involved the feeling of arousal,
that got stronger with every step, every look she and every comment she
received.  Although of course Joan had no idea what most of her audience
said, because they were locals that she did not understand.  But she saw
happy and amazed faces.  And of course there were several tourists, and
each comment referring to her boldness and her beauty kind of directly made
her pussy tingle.  To Joan it felt like everything was happening in
slow-motion. 

   She initially held the shirt clenched in her fist, but in her haste she
dropped it halfway.  But that didn -(TM)t matter.  She had to avoid her
clothes to be taken away for good and kept advancing to the dustbin.

   Joan ran as fast as she could, but she didn -(TM)t stand a chance.  The
garbage collector finished his job far before she arrived.   -�STOP! -� she
shouted.  But he didn -(TM)t hear or understand and calmly went on.  Her
introduction to him was priceless, because Joan stumbled and fell and found
herself flat on the floor right before him.  He helped her up, of course he
was completely surprised to see a nude woman here in the centre of the
place.  He wasn -(TM)t aware that she had addressed him before.  Not
knowing what to make out of the situation he simply turned around to
continue.   -�WAIT! -� He heard her scream, but he did not have a clue what
she said.  Standing in front of him in the nude Joan tried to make herself
understood through gestures.  This gave many spectators the opportunity to
examine her perfect body in detail.  Joan was very aware of it and tried to
cover at least her pussy with one hand.  Finally, she managed the garbage
collector to understand and let her examine his vehicle.  Joan found her
shoes and hot pants, still with the money attached to it. 

   As fast as she could she put on the bottoms.  When the fabric finally
covered her crotch, Joan got clearly aware that her pussy was sopping wet.
Her juices drenched the tiny piece of cloth that was covering her sex.  Her
pussy lips were engorged and parted slightly, just enough to suck in the
material which then got in touch with her swollen clitoris.  Joan bit her
lip.  Her strong arousal was kind of a shock to her, although she
remembered that feeling from her first streaking experience.  Only this
time it seemed much stronger, maybe because being all alone made the whole
experience much more intense.  When Joan put on her sandals, the movement
intensified the stimulation on her clitoris.  Joan covered her tits with
her hands.  Her nipples were poking against her palms, they were as hard
and erect as they could be.  Touching them sent shivers through Joan -(TM)s
body.  Joan was aching for release, but of course this was not the time and
place to get herself off.

   Next she had to collect the top she had accidentally dropped.  Joan
searched the place but did not see anything.  She didn -(TM)t even know the
colour of it, which made it more difficult to spot it.  But it had to be
somewhere.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 5

   Part 5  -" The new top

    -�You -(TM)re missing this? -� A grinning tourist held out his hand
offering her the top.  Joan wanted to take it, but he drew back.   -�What
--? -� Joan started to speak.   -�Not so fast -- -� Joan crossed her arms
above her chest and stared at him angrily.   -�You like to show off, don
-(TM)t you?  It excites you, doesn -(TM)t it?  It shows.  Your nipples are
hard.  Why not show them to me just a little more, if that -(TM)s what
turns you on?  I would really appreciate it -- -� Joan could not believe
it. How could it be that she had run into yet another lunatic?   -�Listen,
just give me my top and get lost. -� He just shook his head no.   -�Show
them.  We will both enjoy this a lot. -� Joan fumed to him,  -�I am not
going to let you stare at my boobs in the middle of a crowded place.  Now
give me my top and just leave. -� He shook his head again,  -�Don -(TM)t
fool yourself, it -(TM)s part of the fun. -� He motioned to the money
attached to Joan -(TM)s hot pants,  -�If you do it I -(TM)ll give you a
little extra -�.  The money.  Yes, the money.  Of course Joan could really
do with some more money.  She had earned the cash she had on her by
revealing her tits to strangers in public.  And she had considered it easy
money.  And yes, it had been fun.  She loved it when men admired her
beauty. It made her feel good.  And other than back home nobody knew her
here.  She really could afford to take things easy.  But did she want to
give in to some kind of blackmail?  Then again, what were here choices? 
She could keep fighting with him or just leave without a top and get
another one  -" if the money was sufficing.  But what would she do if it
wasn -(TM)t enough?  Wasn -(TM)t it a lot easier to get this over with fast
and simply do it?

    -�All right, I -(TM)ll do it.  But only for a quick peep -�, Joan gave
in and baring her chest she put her hands on her hips.  She was very aware
that many people kept track what she, the gorgeous streaker, was up to.  Of
course she had their attention.  Joan -(TM)s cheeks were flushing and she
felt her heart beat heavy and fast.  The tourist stared at her boobs with
enthusiasm.   -�Just like I said, it turns you on -- you should work at the
bar near the beach, they would tip you a lot.  You could even become a
dancer at the night club.  You would be by far the prettiest girl there. -�
Joan almost felt flattered.  This guy seemed to know the place.  Joan
really didn -(TM)t want to start a conversation, but maybe he knew where
she could go tan in the nude.  So she asked him.  It seemed to be true that
there were no such things as nude beaches in Thailand, but one could of
course find secluded beaches or concealed spots.  He suggested to try the
most popular beach around, which had a bar, jet-ski rental and adjoined a
forest which provided several spots hidden by trees and bushes.  He had
never seen any woman tan in the nude, but every now and then topless, which
already was rather uncommon in Thailand.  The conversation turned out
helpful and Joan almost forgot about the situation and her surroundings. 
When he gave her some money, she thanked him a lot, actually not for the
money and for having her put her boobs on show, but for the information. 
Finally, for the first time today, she had a top to wear.

   Well, the spender sure meant well, but the family -(TM)s daughter had a
much smaller chest than Joan.  She had given her quite a nice red belly-top
with spaghetti straps.  It was tailored to leave the midriff bare, but with
Joan -(TM)s body it revealed some more.  It became a distinct underboob
top. It was very tight and her areolas were peeping from under it.  Her
nipples strained the fabric.  Any careless movement that made the top rise
just a little bit would make them slide into view.  The top was even more
revealing than the tube top Joan had worn yesterday.

   Joan remembered having worn such a scarce top before.  It had been on a
party of course.  She had been dared to switch tops with Jackie.  They had
done it in in front of everybody.  The result was that Joan's had been too
big for Jackie, so it had all fallen down, one could see everything, like,
her whole boobs.  And Jackie -(TM)s was way too small for Joan.  Her
nipples kept sliding from it.  Joan had kept adjusting the top again and
again.  Then she had realized how cool Jackie ignored the fact that her
boobs were completely on display.  Joan had felt challenged to be just as
wild as Jackie and no longer had readjusted the top.  It had been a very
special party, and now that she was reminiscing that night, she remembered
that this had been another occasion in which both Jackie and Joan had sex
in front of everybody with some random party guests.  There seemed to be a
direct connection between showing herself off and her sexual desire. 
Thinking about that time did not help Joan to cool down.  Still her body
was tingling and her hot pants kept continuously stimulating her clitoris.

   Lots of people had seen her streaking, and as there wasn -(TM)t much
happening in that place they were starting to circle around Joan, mostly
not to miss anything.  Joan understood that she could not stay in one place
as long as her body was put so much on display.  She needed to find
something to cover.  She was ready to go and about to leave when another
tourist approached her and asked her to flash her tits again.  Everybody
had seen that she was charging a small amount for it, why not have a second
round?   -�I just want to take a quick selfie with you -�, he explained.

   After all Joan had done so far there was actually no reason not to do
it. All she had to do was to raise the top a little.  Joan agreed to do it.
He grabbed her by the waist, and they smiled for the picture.  Joan did not
like him touching her at all, but she understood that this was the way a
selfie had to be composed.  This found followers.  Joan was stunned.  A
cluster of men gathered around her.  Before long the line for her was
pretty long, but she was ready to go with any of them...  Each paid his fee
and Joan got the feeling that she had never earned money in such an easy
way.  Besides it was fun.  Of course almost everybody tried to push his
luck and feel her up a bit, but each selfie didn -(TM)t even take more than
ten seconds, so actually there wasn -(TM)t much happening.  Joan even got
confident enough to fulfil special wishes for a little extra payment.  One
wanted to cup one tit with his hand, another wanted to lick her nipple for
the picture.  Of course some asked her to remove her hot pants.  Joan
actually was tempted to do it, of course for a hefty price premium.  But
this was not the place to do it, and after all  -" wouldn -(TM)t that mean
going too far?  She said no.

   Business was flourishing and before long Joan had lots of money attached
to the cords of her hot pants on both hips.  Those who saw her did not have
the slightest doubt that she was a stripper, because that -(TM)s exactly
what she looked like.  It didn -(TM)t make a difference at all whether she
had her boobs bared or scantily covered by the tiny tight top. 

   This went on for some time.  Joan felt her body tingling all of the time
and that -(TM)s why finally she needed a break.  Although she had to let
down quite a few potential customers she waved goodbye.   -�Maybe tomorrow!
-�

   Joan strolled in direction to the beach.  Although it was hard to admit
it to herself she was heavily aroused, which she herself of course
considered most unsettling.  Did it really arouse her to pose topless in
public with complete strangers for money?  She knew she was a fun loving
and easy-going, which counted in particular for enjoying her body and her
beauty.  When it came to sex she enjoyed it and was sexually explicit.  But
getting turned on by what she had just done seemed to make her a pervert.
Anyway, Joan could no longer ignore her need to get herself off.  She hoped
she would find a spot at the beach where she could do it unnoticed.

   She passed an old man, who had done his little shop.  When he saw the
near nude woman he gave a jerk of surprise, dropping his paper bag with
tomatoes.  The tomatoes were rolling about the place and he clumsily
started to pick them up.  Joan had no idea that her appearance had caused
the man to drop his bag.  Joan had learned to respect the elders.  Of
course she took pity on him and motioned him to let her do it. 

   She stooped to collect the tomatoes.  In doing so she was lowered into a
squat, which all of a sudden immensely intensified the sensation of the hot
pants against her clit.  Joan gasped in surprise and carnal bliss.  She
almost came right on the spot.  After all she had been constantly aroused
for quite some time now.  Maybe, just a little more -- Instinctively Joan
was straddling her thighs increasing the sensation, her eyes half closed
she gave in to the intense feeling of blood rushing through her body and
her racing heartbeat.  Her pussy lips enveloped the material between her
thighs.  The old man had never seen anything like this.  Not only was the
stunning young woman more naked than dressed, she also seemed to
deliberately flash her pussy at him.  In the middle of the day on a public
street!  To Joan this was an amazingly intense carnal experience.  She was
close to orgasm.  Just a little -- The sensation was so strong that Joan
had completely forgot about her surroundings.  She just needed a little
more, a quick extra stimulation.  She lowered her hand between her legs and
pushed two fingers into her overflowing snatch.  Indeed, it only took a few
fast-paced strokes for her to climax.  She sat down with far spread legs
and enjoyed the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Then she opened her eyes again
and got fully aware that she was not alone.

   The old man was looking in pure disbelief at what he had just seen and
Joan was numb with shock.  What did she just do?  She could not believe it.
She blushed scarlet and quickly collected the tomatoes.  When she handed
them to him, she didn -(TM)t dare to look him in the face.  He insisted
that she should take a little money.  Joan was looking at the floor as she
tried to make gestures that it was nothing and only to help.  He reached
out for her chin and gently lifted her face, so that she saw his warm
friendly smile.  Joan felt terrible.  He could be her grandfather!  He knew
a few scraps of her language,  -�For show!  Thank you!  Beautiful!  Please
take -- -� Joan -(TM)s dignity was utterly shattered, and she could only
blame herself.  Taking money from an old man that she had let watch her
masturbate was the lowest she had ever done.  Joan needed a drink!



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 6

   Part 6  -" Robbed and depantsed

   Joan relaxed on the terrace of a surprisingly elegant bar.  Her slutty
look was not tolerated in that place, but of course they found a remedy. 
The waiter had given her a silk shawl that Joan had draped around her
shoulders.  It was thin and translucent so it actually barely screened her
body and skimpy outfit from view.  The way she sat on the barstool she
revealed deep butt cleavage.  Her ultra low rise hot pants exposed much
more than just a little of it.  It was obvious that she wore no panties and
that she had no tan lines.  Not only did her butt call attention, but also
the bundles of money at each hip.  Not only because it made her look like a
stripper, but also because she had collected quite a lot of money, at least
for standards in a poor country like Thailand.

   When it happened, it happened very fast.  The robber acted brazen and
cunning.  He stepped next to Joan and smiled at her.  Unhurriedly he took
an ice cube from her drink.  He turned it between thumb and index finger,
Joan watched, she had no idea what this was all about.  That was about to
change.  Surprise attack!  In one quick motion the villain stuffed the ice
cube up her top, right between her tits.  Joan got a chill and in a
knee-jerk reaction she hastily tugged the top up to get rid of the ice
cube. She succeeded, but it came at a price.  Remember, the top was
extremely tied.  Tugging on it turned out to be a bad idea.  Not only did
she accidentally reveal her boobs, but she also tore the fabric of her top.
The villain took advantage of Joan -(TM)s distraction and grasped at her
hips.  Remember, Joan had used the cords at the side of the hot pants to
attach the money to it.  She hadn -(TM)t just slid the money into her
pants, she had kind of tied it the chord so that it could not slip from her
pants.  This had worked very well when she had to retrieve her pants from
the dustbin and no money was lost.  But in the actual situation it
complicated her life.  Her attacker grabbed the money and pulled, only to
find that it was tightly joined to the cord.  So he grabbed the cord and
pulled even stronger.  It happened so quickly that Joan was caught off
guard.  She lost her balance and fell.  It was that move that led the
attacker on the winning ways.  He held his grip on the pants which made
them come down.  Now Joan was on her back with her legs in the air, gasping
in shock as her pussy was revealed.  From now on it was easy for the
raider. He forcefully pulled the hot pants off her legs.  Joan laid on her
back with her boobs bared and bottomless.  The robber even took his time
for an admiring look at her beautiful tanned clean shaven pussy.  What a
tramp!  Then he ran away.  And with him went all her money and her next to
last article of clothing.

   Joan tried to get up as fast as she could with her hands over boobs and
pussy.  There were only tourists around, and as she looked around she saw
that everyone was getting a video.  No kidding!  Almost the whole bar had
their phones up.  It was so humiliating that Joan could not even get angry
with them: She had other priorities.  She was left with nothing but a
broken top that hung loose above her chest without covering much.  And all
her money was gone.

   Joan picked up the shawl and hastily draped it around her body, making
kind of a mini dress out of it.  The sexiest kind of mini dress, only
reaching just below crotch area.  Given that the shawl was sheer and Joan
practically naked under it, she simply looked hot.  That -(TM)s why her
audience mercilessly kept capturing her.  The waiter appeared and told her
that he was very sorry.  Of course the drink was on the house and she could
keep the shawl.  He urged her not to call the police, because they would
get into trouble.  Joan did not want to talk about the robbery with
officials as well.  By no means.  How should she explain that she had money
attached to her hot pants, and wouldn -(TM)t they ask how much it was and
why she carried it with her, and in plain view for everybody?  Worst of
all, they might even want to know where she had the money from.  No police.
Definitely.   -�Okay.  Please pass me another drink -�.  Joan had to
recover from the shock.  And she needed time to think.

   Her situation had changed from bad to worse.  She was practically naked,
the shawl only provided cover at first sight.  Her contours were visible,
and from near one could study her body in detail due to its transparency.
Working as a bikini and lingerie model Joan of course was used showing her
body off, but of course not in public.  She felt like all eyes were on her
in the bar, which made her feel very uncomfortable, but for the moment
being she had no idea what to do or where to go.

   The waiter tried to help.  Of course they had no clothes at hand at the
bar.  But at least he gave Joan what he had found.  An apron.  Better than
nothing!  Joan took it and gratefully put it on.  Of course Joan knew that
wearing nothing but an apron meant that she was flashing her unclothed rear
to everybody.  But the real catch was something else.  Having a models body
Joan was tall for a woman anyway, and this was Asia.  The people were on
the short side and of course the apron was made for a typical Asian short
slim body.  That meant that apron was a lot shorter than Joan had hoped and
it barely covered her crotch.  Her breasts were completely exposed from the
sides and she knew they would continuously be on half display.  This was
quite an incomplete outfit to be worn in public.

   It wasn -(TM)t that Joan had no experience with an attire like this. 
But that had been under completely different circumstances.  She had been
together with Jackie.  They had made some extra cash way back then, waiting
tables for some local VIPs on private parties, wearing French maid outfits
they had purchased from an online sex shop.  But at least they had not gone
commando.

   Anyway, she still felt much better.  Of course the combination of an
apron with a shawl was ridiculous, unfashionable and far below Joan -(TM)s
standards.  For a young aspiring model like Joan it was pretty tough to
stand wearing something obsolete in public.  She returned the shawl to the
waiter.  At least the white apron contrasted beautifully with her tanned
skin.  Voguishly her decision was unquestionable, still Joan could have
tied the shawl around for additional cover.  It might have been something
deep inside her, some hidden exhibitionistic streak, that made her do so.
After all she was very proud of her tight butt which looked even more
spectacular due to her deep all over tan.  Back home she had often used
tricks to direct the attention to her rump.  Not only did she value tight
elastic micro pants.  To top it off she also applied oil to her butt and
legs to make them shine and shimmer.  Joan just loved the attention her
rear received in doing so.

   Now that Joan had the time to think it over, she got really annoyed
about losing all her money and not being able to buy clothes, cosmetics and
things.  But then again Joan had to admit that she was feeling somewhat
liberated as she remained in nothing but an apron.  For the moment being
she was not worrying that much about having no money and no place to sleep.
Maybe it was because the waiter kept supplying her with free drinks.  He
really felt compassion for her.  Still he put Joan in jeopardy without
being aware of it.  The drinks were not strong, but Joan had more than
enough.  Today -(TM)s events had been so crazy, that it all seemed unreal
to Joan.  It was hard to think, and the alcohol did not help.  At least it
relaxed her, despite her desperate situation. 

   She was more than slightly tipsy when she left the bar.  Although she
was a bit drunk, still Joan was clearly aware that from a side profile her
body was almost totally exposed and to her own surprise and dismay the
whole situation was oddly erotic.  She could feel her hardened nipples
pressing against the apron and whenever she turned quickly or wasn't paying
attention she couldn't help but reveal an almost totally exposed breast. 
Of course she was proud of her beautiful tanned boobs, but that did not
mean that she was willing to expose them to anybody in public.  Well, right
now Joan could not avoid to do just that.

   Walking the streets with that apron, from behind she was completely
naked.  Of course once again Joan caught a lot of attention.  She had no
idea where to go.  And having no idea where to go and actually having no
orientation either she was pretty lost.  She needed a place to sleep, and
she was much too tired to think of a way to get money to pay for a hostel.
Soon Joan realised that again her body responded to the attention she
received.  It was quite exciting to strut her stuff on the busy main street
of the touristic village.  In her imagination she was on a catwalk
presenting some fashionable lingerie.  Having that in mind it wasn -(TM)t
bothering her much anymore that her boobs got uncovered again and again. 
Each time her nipples slipped into view Joan got more calm.  At first Joan
kept unhurriedly readjusting the apron.  After a while she no longer paid
attention to it.  She just let it happen, which caused waves of arousal
wash over her body.  The tingling was returning and despite her difficult
situation Joan felt simply great.  Of course still she was searching for a
way out.

   The obvious solution was to simply ask for help.  Joan of course tried,
looking for older couples to talk to, but when she approached them the
wives stared at her in anger and pulled their husband away.  Joan had to
find another way.  She knew that with her looks she could easily find some
guy to spend the night with.  But with her outfit of course she could not
enter any place.  It wasn -(TM)t that she would not have dared to enter a
club practically naked  -" she used to do this frequently back home.  To
Joan clubbing meant to live out her sexiness, and she possessed a huge
collection of hot outfits for partying.  It was just that there weren
-(TM)t any clubs like that in the village.  And the few bars that she found
simply did not want her to enter.  She just looked too slutty wearing
nothing but a scanty apron.   -�Sorry, you can -(TM)t stay here, please
leave immediately -� was all they made her understand.  Everybody took her
for some kind of a prostitute.

   So Joan needed to be patient.  She had to stand disdainful and pleased
looks of people seeing her.  Aimlessly she was walking the streets
practically naked, waiting for a suitable target to appear.  To put it
simply, Joan was looking out for a drunk middle-aged male she could allure
to take her home.  And as she was not willing to have sex with a stranger
he had to be too drunk for any fooling.  The plan was simple, but hard to
be played out.  Joan did not want to mess around with groups or even with
just a duo.  So she was searching for a single male in an obvious drunk
state.

   Then again it would be of help if she found something decent to wear. 
Then she could enter all places without objection and see what next steps
she could take.  There were two or three stores and Joan considered simply
steeling something.  But it was hopeless because she drew all eyes to
her. 

   Joan -(TM)s aimless prowl did not stay unnoticed.  Of course everybody
who she happened to pass took notice of the sexy model and her half naked
state.  It was only a matter of time until Joan got approached.   -�I saw
you try to enter the bar.  Maybe we should try to find something for you to
look more representable? -� Joan had not noticed the guy coming and winced
at his words.  She turned towards him and was not happy about what she saw.
He was no old guy and he was not drunk.  He was a local who spoke English.
He was just a little older than her age, mid-twenties, a nerdy fat guy with
greasy long hair and glasses.  Joan would never have messed about with that
kind of jerk.  But now she needed a little help, so she smiled at him.  
-�Actually I could need a hand.  I kind of stranded here with nothing on me
except what you see -- -� A lecherous gleam appeared in his eyes.   -�You
-(TM)re lucky you ran into me.  Come with me, I have everything you need.
-� Joan burst out laughing.  This had to be the cheapest chat-up line she
had ever heard, and she had heard a lot of them.  This misfit guy must have
taken her for a complete fool.  He of all people claimed to have woman
-(TM)s clothes at hand!  He looked at her with surprise, but just the same
calm and serious.  Joan tried to brace herself and giggling she said, 
-�All right, my measurements are 34-24-34 inches or 86-61-86 centimetres,
bra size 34C.  Please show me what you got in stock -�.  Joan was very
content with her measurements, she knew that for her lean and slim figure
she had quite an impressing rack, which still allowed to go braless.  He
nodded his head.   -�Follow me, it -(TM)s just around the corner -�.  Joan
just could not help it.  She kept chuckling as she followed his lead.  The
idea of this guy owning a collection of women -(TM)s clothes was just too
funny.  She did not trust him at all, but she was sure that she would find
a way to get something to wear from him.  Should necessity require it, she
had to trick him out of his shabby clothes and take them. 



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 7

   Part 7  -" Fetish wear

   Joan was glad that the nerdy guy had told the truth.  He led her to a
house right around the corner and opened the garage to its side.  Joan
found it a bit creepy to follow him into the garage, but there was no
torture chamber but lots of boxes.   -�I run an online shop with my brother
-- -� It happened to be an online shop specialised in costumes.  Women
-(TM)s sexy costumes, to be exact.  Now he started rummaging through his
storage to find something for Joan to wear.   -�34-24-34 -- 34C -- Wait...
-� he mumbled.  Joan stood with an open mouth and examined the boxes.  It
was exactly the kind of naughty articles that Jackie and she had purchased
online for certain occasions.  Lost in thought she studied a box with a
French Maid costume in it.  Joan just loved that stuff.  Jackie and she
always had so much fun dressing provocatively and sexy.  Waiting tables for
some local VIPs on private parties, wearing these had always been most
thrilling for both of them.  And those Halloween parties!  Jackie and Joan
had always had lots of invitations, because both were fun loving gorgeous
girls.  They had been sexy nurses, angel and devil, witches, superheroines
and slutty cops.  They had always been challenging each other to wear more
and more revealing costumes.  Joan wished she had Jackie at her side right
now  -" the whole situation would be completely different, they would sure
have their fun.

    -�Your boobs are a true challenge -- -� he said, rummaging through the
boxes, interrupting her thoughts.  His remark made Joan laugh and blush at
the same time.   -�Thanks, I know! -� she replied with a smile.  Now it was
him blushing.   -�No, no, it -(TM)s just that I can -(TM)t give you much of
a choice.  It must be either this -- -� he handed Joan a box,  -� --or
this. The rest won -(TM)t fit -�.

   Joan stared at the boxes he had handed her in disbelief.   -�You can
-(TM)t be serious! -� He just shrugged his shoulders.   -�That -(TM)s all I
-(TM)ve got. -� The first one was out of question.  It was a Naughty School
Girl costume featuring a white tie front crop top with a red plaid collar
and matching red plaid mini skirt.  Although he pointed out that she could
wear because the tied front wasn -(TM)t critical for her boobs which were
just a bit too big for most costumes he had.  But no way was she putting
that costume on.  She was not going to run around in public in a kinky
schoolgirl outfit. 

   The second one actually was kind of a classy black number, a nothingness
of a dress.  This sexy mini dress has the neckline plunging to just below
the belly button.  Get sexy and show some skin! -� it had written on its
box.  It was featuring a traditional halter style silhouette with open
back, which meant it was most exposing possible without being scandalous
like the School Girl outfit.  Actually it was the kind of dress Joan often
wore when she went clubbing, but that usually was together with Jackie or
other friends who also loved to dress sexy.   -�It is the best solution for
your boobs, believe me -�, he said.  Her showed her another box with a mini
dress with an equally plunging neckline, but the neckline was even more
revealing, its V-shape was even wider.   -�See? -� he asked.

   Joan rummaged through the boxes.  It was true that most dresses that
were revealing less of the boobs required to fit accurately.   -�See?  At
first sight it might seem to cover more of your boobs, but they will be
squeezed together and pushed out of the top! -� His words were true.  She
inspected the boxes further.  She was filled with glee when she came upon a
beautiful sexy yellow thong bikini set.  It had an adjustable triangle top
and a matching low rise tie side bikini bottom.   -�Hm, nice! -� she
thought to herself.   -�If I can -(TM)t tan in the nude here I could really
do with that one -- -� Then Joan found a seamless mini dress made from a
stretchy material.  With slashed sides, slashed long sleeves and V cut
front it was very sexy, but it would provide cover for her boobs and back.
It was in pink and would draw much more attention to her than the black
number.   -�If you want to try, just put it on -- -� he suggested.  
-�Well, I am certainly not putting on a show for you here -- -� Joan did
not want to change in the presence of him in that spooky dimly lit garage.
He motioned her to cool down.   -�Listen, you can pick one outfit, any you
like, and I am going to give it to you for free.  But before I do, I want
you to model my three favourite costumes for me.  And you are going to
change right in front of me.  Do we have a deal? -� That little pervert! 
Joan smirked.  His lewd gaze met her defiant eyes. 

   Joan had to think.  Under normal circumstances his suggestion was out of
question.  But here she was, all alone, far from home, nude safe for a
ridiculously scanty apron.  She had no money and no plan how to get
something to put on.  It was getting late.  She was tired and still had no
idea where to sleep.  But the main conflict between her reason and her
courage actually was, that she really liked that little black dress.  She
knew it would look great on her.  Of course it was in the wrong place at
the wrong time, but she simply was a sucker for a great sexy dress.  A
fashion junkie she called herself.  And the pink one was interesting as
well.  Joan tried to haggle.   -�Listen, I do like you say, but I want
these two in return. -� He looked at her inquiringly.   -�So you want both
-- -� he pretended to be reluctant although his heart was racing.  He had
always dreamed about watching a real woman wear those clothes they sold,
and now his fantasy was about to become reality.  He would have given her
anything.  There was only one little extra puzzling his mind.  Joan was by
far the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.  Seeing most of her body
exposed had gotten him a huge pulsating erection.  He sensed that it was
not likely to succeed in luring her into sex with him.  But -- He simply
spoke it out.   -�All right.  But only if you let me jerk off to you. -�
Joan first thought that she did not hear right.  She was completely taken
aback.   -�You want WHAT? -� she spat out.  He was shocked.  Why did he
just say that?  His dream had been about to be fulfilled and he had messed
it all up.  He had gone too far! 

   Joan -(TM)s blood rushed.  A surge of adrenaline made it hard for her to
think.  All of a sudden the alcohol she had consumed made her feel dizzy.
Of course she was disgusted.  Nobody had ever requested something like that
from her.  Suddenly memories filled her head like flashlights.  In her mind
-(TM)s eye crystal clear pictures appeared.  Pictures from way back, when
Jackie and she had volunteered to get ...ed in front of everybody, and Joan
was no longer sure if this had really happened only twice.  There had been
lots of masturbation going on around them.  Joan had completely displaced
that detail of her wildest experience.  Now that suddenly pictures from the
past filled her mind she remembered it perfectly clear.  She first had been
embarrassed and annoyed when some guys from the audience surprised her by
jerking off on her body.  But then her body had betrayed her and had
reacted on its own.  Great arousal had washed over her and had never been
turned on like that.  Maybe that was the true reason why she had not left
it a onetime experience. 

   With these pictures in mind, to her own surprise Joan opened to the idea
of allowing the nerdy guy to masturbate in front of her.  But of course she
was not willing to give in without haggling.   -�The bikini.  In addition,
I want that pink bikini. -� He could not believe his luck.   -�Deal. -�

    -�Bring on your favourite outfits then! -� Joan realised that she was
kind of enjoying this.  Playing dolls with a grown up, her being the doll
and putting on pretty clothes.  Actually pretty sexy clothes.  Joan was
exhilarated, impatient to try on his first pick.

   To tell the truth he wasn -(TM)t entirely honest with the first outfit
he picked.  He was more than surprised about the turn of events.  More than
anything he wanted to see that stunning beauty stark naked.  So for the
first pick he simply chose the one that bared everything.  It simply was a
long sheer black gown.  It was sold under the name  -�Geisha Girl Lingerie
Costume -�

   This meant it had several details which seemed to hint to the geisha
theme.  Not that he cared the least bit.  As it did not include panties, he
would be able to soak in the sight of Joan in the nude.  Joan liked the
piece.  She shrugged her shoulders.  No problem with putting that on for
him.  She remembered a photo session in which she had worn something
similar.  Now the catch dawned on her.  Back then she had worn bra, panties
and stockings with it, and of course high heels.  Now her body would be
completely on display.  She had no idea what was happening with her, but
she felt kind of flattered.   -�So you want to see me naked? -�, she
purred. She had to be drunk!  But she felt good.  When it came to sexy
clothes and to teasing guys Joan took it like a duck to water.  She was
nervous and her heart raced, and she felt that tingling feeling again.  But
she was ready to go for it. 

   Joan knew that this kind of lingerie looked much better with high heels,
but she could not help it right now.  She decided to take her sandals off.
The gown would look ridiculous with them.  So she bent forward and started
to fumble with the sandals.  In doing so she presented her naked bottoms to
the nerdy guy -(TM)s eyes.  He let out an audible gasp.  Joan almost had to
laugh.  Was that enough to make him ache with lust?  She lingered in that
pose, enjoying the great feeling of teasing him, which gave her the feeling
of being in control.  He was breathing heavily now, Joan could almost feel
his eyes on her butt and pussy.  The tingling of her body was increasing.
Taking off her shoes had never taken her so long, but she enjoyed his
reactions, his panting, heavy breathing and when the words  -�oh shit! -�
escaped his lips she took it as a compliment for her looks.  This pathetic
guy would not last long if he got turned on that easily. 

   This spontaneous thought reminded her of the catch.  He had said that he
wanted to jack off staring at her.  Now this was special.  Did he already
start?  Joan raised and turned towards him.  No.  Not yet.  But he was
blushing crimson red.  Poor guy.  He looked like he was close to a heart
attack.   -�Shall I go on? -� He stared at her with a dull expression. 
Joan was a bit shocked and surprised.  She knew that she looked hot,
Playboy-hot as Jackie used to say, but never before had someone been so
crazy about her looks.  It was both irritating and flattering.  To go easy
on him she unceremoniously undid the apron although she was feeling kind of
a temptation to really put on a show.  Joan had taken striptease classes
because she considered it helpful for her job.  It had turned out that it
also helped to spice up her sex life.  It is always hard not to brag if you
have certain skills, but Joan decided to be lenient.  It was obvious that
he was struggling to stand her beauty.  The expression on his face was
priceless.  It wasn -(TM)t the same to see Joan -(TM)s perfect body in some
sexy attire or to actually see her in all her naked glory.  In the nude she
was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in the flesh.  Her tits were
jutting out before her proud and firm.  Her firm ass was perfectly round
and tight.  She had magnificent legs that were toned from hours of
exercise. He just stood and stared in awe while Joan coolly opened the box,
took the garment and put it on.  With him being so overwhelmed, Joan felt
at ease with the strange situation.  Actually the tingling of her body had
considerably decreased.  To Joan the setting had involved more into
something odd than something erotic.  The nerdy guy rather looked like he
was going to wet himself than ejaculate.  Joan had to quickly turn away
from him because she had to restrain laughter.  She did some turns and
struck some poses.  He kept gawking at her with a blank expression.  
-�Next? -�

   Now the next one was an exquisite choice.   -�What a sleazy scumbag -�,
Joan thought to herself.  It was a naughty police officer costume that
consisted of a black halter style mini dress with multi strap open back,
toy handcuffs, fingerless gloves and police cap.  The fun of the dress was
that the straps continued down the skirt part, which meant that her whole
backside was bared.  Her front was entirely covered, but the dress hugged
her curves leaving nothing to the imagination.  Her boobs were a little too
big for it, which meant that she stressed and warped the word POLICE that
was written above the chest.  Joan found it pretty sexy, she could imagine
wearing it on a Halloween party, at best with Jackie dressed as a sexy
prisoner.  The tingling returned and grew as she was striking some poses
with the handcuffs.  Joan had no experience with bondage sex so far, but
she remembered a lingerie photo shoot in which they had her tied
spread-eagled to the bed posts.  She had been pretty worked up and the
experience had awoken curiosity for light bondage.  So far she had not run
into a man who was willing to try that out with her.  Little did she know
that this was about to change soon.  Her thoughts about light bondage and
handcuffs and things got distracted by the sound of his trousers sliding to
the floor.  The nerdy guy had kind of found back to reality.  Joan was
unsure what to think, but gave him some extra turns until it was time for
the third and last outfit.

   The cop theme had set the direction for the third outfit.  The nerdy guy
had obviously not been able to escape the foolish hype about the book and
movie  -�Fifty Shades of Grey -�.  Joan read the text on the box and felt
pretty bad about it.   -�Submit with this faux leather harness teddy that
includes belted straps around the torso, a halter neck tie, and garter
straps with attached chained cuffs for a 'dominate me' feel. -� Joan did
not feel like  -�submitting -� at all.  So far it had been pretty easy for
her, because she felt completely in control.  But where was this leading
to? She peeked at the nerd slowly stroking his erection and the sight of
his flabby body and his small erect dick was unnerving.  The outfit
consisted of some leather straps and left her boobs and pussy bare.  Three
diagonal straps above her abdomen and two vertical straps provided very
little cover.  Two additional straps around the thighs only used to attach
the wrists to them.  The picture on the box showed a model wearing black
panties and black faux leather cross pasties, but they were not included.
That meant that Joan was about to blatantly flash her bare boobs and pussy
at the nerdy guy who was relentlessly stroking his cock.  And if this wasn
-(TM)t bad enough, Joan was more than worried about the outfits attached
chained cuffs which could be used to attach her wrists to her thighs.  It
was kind of the logic of the outfit to use the restricting bonds.  Joan
nervously twiddled with the straps and finally got the harness on.  Of
course she was ordered to make use of the bonds.  That was no surprise to
Joan, but still the thought made her feel very uneasy.  Vulnerable.  Should
she really minimise the free moving space of her arms and hands in presence
of a complete stranger who was stroking his cock?  Of course not! 
Everything in Joan protested as she attached her left wrist to her left
thigh, fixing it about six inches from her thigh.  It took some effort to
attach the right wrist to the right thigh with her left arm -(TM)s
restricted, but Joan was positive that she could get free on her own.  When
she straightened up again, she jumped at the nerdy guy who had come
surprisingly close.

    -�One final detail -�, he whispered and held a leather blindfold to her
face.   -�I don -(TM)t want you to watch me jerk off, and it tops off the
outfit -- -� Before Joan knew what was happening, she fell into complete
darkness.  He had swiftly blindfolded her and Joan was shocked and stunned
about the effect.  She felt completely at his mercy.  After she had felt in
control all the time this felt like an ice cold shower.  She heard his
panting, he was much too close.  She realised that she could hardly do
anything about it.   -�Get on your knees -- -� Joan did not feel good about
it, but complied.  After all he had put a blanket under her knees.   -�Now
lean back and grab your calves -- -� Joan knew that she would obscenely
present her pussy and boobs in that pose.  Despite the restrictions she
could master the pose.  The sound of him beating his meat so close to her
was nerve-racking.   -�Open your mouth -- -� Joan shouted  -�NO -� and
briskly sat up in anger, making his erection brush her face.  He was
breathing heavily and panting as he spoke.   -�All right -- I -(TM)ll give
you an extra -- -� Joan could hear that he was jerking off furiously.  
-�You can keep that outfit!  It suits you perfectly -- -� He moaned and
Joan felt his hot cum splashing her chest.   -�Oh no! -� was all she
thought.  He kept cumming and Joan felt most humiliated, degraded and
abused as his semen was leaking down her chest.  Finally, he finished with
a groan.

   As if this wasn -(TM)t bad enough, he forcefully raised her to her feet.
He pushed the boxes of the three outfits Joan had picked in her hands,
exclaiming,  -�Don -(TM)t lose them, they are your wages! -� Joan needed
both hands to carry them, which made her completely defenceless when he
dragged her outside the garage and simply threw her out.

   This wasn -(TM)t happening, or was it?  Joan -(TM)s heart raced and a
surge of adrenaline made her want to flee, but where to?  She could hear
voices from the main street which appeared much too close.  Being
blindfolded she had no idea whether she was hidden by darkness or in plain
view.  Joan dropped the boxes and hectically tried to release her wrists.
She had to get that blindfold off, but quick.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 8

   Part 8 - Fetish wear in public

   When she straightened up again, Joan jumped at the nerdy guy who had
come surprisingly close.   -�One final detail -�, he whispered and held a
leather blindfold to her face.   -�I don -(TM)t want you to watch me jerk
off, and it tops off the outfit -- -� 

   Before Joan knew what was happening, she fell into complete darkness. 
He had swiftly blindfolded her and Joan was shocked and stunned about the
effect.  She felt completely at his mercy.  After she had felt in control
all the time this felt like an ice cold shower.  She heard his panting, he
was much too close.  She realised that she could hardly do anything about
it.   -�Get on your knees -- -� Joan did not feel good about it, but
complied.  After all he had put a blanket under her knees.   -�Now lean
back and grab your calves -- -� Joan knew that she would obscenely present
her pussy and boobs in that pose.  Despite the restrictions she could
master the pose.  The sound of him beating his meat so close to her was
nerve-racking.   -�Open your mouth -- -� Joan shouted  -�NO -� and briskly
sat up in anger, making his erection brush her face.  He was breathing
heavily and panting as he spoke.   -�All right -- I -(TM)ll give you an
extra -- -� Joan could hear that he was jerking off furiously.   -�You can
keep that outfit!  It suits you perfectly -- -� He moaned and Joan felt his
hot cum splashing her chest.   -�Oh no! -� was all she thought.  He kept
cumming and Joan felt most humiliated, degraded and abused as his semen was
leaking down her chest.  Finally, he finished with a groan.

   As if this wasn -(TM)t bad enough, he forcefully raised her to her feet.
He pushed the boxes of the three outfits Joan had picked in her hands,
exclaiming,  -�Don -(TM)t lose them, they are your wages! -� Joan needed
both hands to carry them, which made her completely defenceless when he
dragged her outside the garage and simply threw her out.  Joan heard the
sound of her sandals dropping next to her.

   This wasn -(TM)t happening, or was it?  Joan -(TM)s heart raced and a
surge of adrenaline made her want to flee, but where to?  She could hear
voices from the main street which appeared much too close.  Being
blindfolded she had no idea whether she was hidden by darkness or in plain
view.  Joan dropped the boxes and hectically tried to release her wrists.
She had to get that blindfold off, but quick.

   Joan realised that it was pointless to try to free herself as long as
her heart was racing and the adrenaline kept her from thinking straight. 
She had to try to get away from the main street of the village before
anyone spotted her.  She left the boxes and her sandals behind.  With her
bare feet she felt every single lapillus she stepped on, so she had to walk
extra careful and slowly.  Wearing a blindfold there was no use in rushing
anyway although Joan never had felt like running like this before.  It
maddened her to feel the sticky goo on her body.  Some of it had leaked all
the way down from her chest over her belly to her pubes and now she felt it
passing her sensitive pussy lips.  Sensitive pussy lips?  The truth hit her
hard.  It was only then that Joan realised that her body was tingling all
over and that despite experiencing the by far most desperate situation in
her life she was heavily aroused.  Her over-sensitive pulsating pussy gave
it away and Joan just could not believe what was happening.  She was out in
public in some foreign land, wearing some fetish lingerie that left her
boobs and pubis bared, plus her hands were attached to her thighs and she
was blindfolded.  Not to mention the cum covering her chest and tummy.  And
if that wasn -(TM)t bad enough she had just realised that her body
responded to this situation with arousal.  Joan felt shattered.

   With an effort Joan managed to stumble in the opposite direction of the
lively main street of the village.  She kept telling herself that this
could not be happening, but a soft breeze against her bare pussy reminded
her differently. 

   Again she tried to release her wrists, but both her legs and hands were
shaking, it was useless to try.  Joan desperately needed to find a way to
calm down, but quick.  The pent-up tension was hard to bear and so she made
a despaired decision which caused her to cringe in shame and disgrace. 
Joan squatted and started to toy with her sopping wet pussy.  Masturbating
in public wearing a slutty fetish dress while blindfolded?  Could Joan sink
any lower?

   Concentrating on her task at hand, her alertness was low.  Joan did not
hear the steps coming closer, and she did not even hear someone exclaim in
surprise at her sight.

   Now, what would YOU do if you ran into such a scene?  Neither Joan nor
we will ever know what actually happened.  Was it a boy or a girl, a man or
a woman or a group of people wo ran into her?  What we do know is that Joan
much later encountered a viral video on the net which showed her,
fortunately not recognizable due to the blindfold.  She wore that fetish
costume and got herself off right under a street lamp which provided fairly
good illumination for the vid. 

   It -(TM)s another story that Joan in general was far too careless for
modern times with these things.  Of course quite a few of her past time
adventures had been captured and she even had been dumb enough to
participate in several private sex tapes which later went online.  Strange
enough nobody ever seemed to recognise her from these clips.  Maybe it was
because her features changed quite heavily in carnal bliss, maybe it was
because everybody loved her free and wild attitude and did not want her to
change.  Anyway, just like I said, that -(TM)s another story.

   When Joan realised that she was not alone, it was too late to stop.  She
had already reached the point of no return and her carnal cravings were
much too strong.  She could easily imagine that she was offering a sight to
behold.  Pictures filled her head like she was watching herself from above.
She was squatting with her legs wide open.  Boobs and pussy displayed
completely by the slutty fetish outfit.  A gentle breeze tickled her
glistening slit.  Her fingers slipped in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
She knew she was making lewd sounds.  Joan sighed and moaned.  Her hand
slapped harder against her puffy lips and clit as she lost control.  And
she loved it.  The only thing Joan pitied right now was that she could not
touch her boobs due to her restraints.

   All we know is that later the video of Joan hit the net.  We will never
know about Joan -(TM)s audience.  Who was it?  How many spectators did see
her public orgasm?  Was it male or female.  Of course it was a huge
surprise to run into a young blindfolded hottie, naked safe for some belts
that only emphasised her blatant nudity and that was shamelessly
masturbating in public.  How could one run into such a spectacle and not
stare in amazement?  It had to be some kind of a dare.  The girl on the
floor had her fingers wildly thrashing her sweet pink hole.  Any spectator
would feel a sort of animal attraction seeing such a display of raw,
intimate beauty.  One could not miss to hear and see how wet the girl was.
The damp, slapping sound intensified and son the girl was trashing about in
the throes of an orgasm, with a look of blissful agony on her face.

   When Joan had recovered from her strong orgasm she found herself lying
stretched out flat on her back.   -�Could you please help me and take the
blindfold off? -� she asked into the darkness.  No reaction.  Her audience
had left.

   That left her alone in a side street of the village, still deprived of
her sight by the blindfold.  Again she tried to release her wrists, it wasn
-(TM)t too complicated, but her hands were weakened from the strong orgasm
and Joan failed to unshackle.  She realized that she needed help. 

   That -(TM)s why Joan changed her strategy.  Instead of walking away from
the village -(TM)s main street she decided to take the risk and directly go
there.  Of course it was utterly humiliating to walk the street with
shackled wrists, wearing only a harness and a blindfold.  But she saw no
other option.  In the heat of the moment Joan had completely forgotten that
her chest was still plastered with the nerdy guy -(TM)s dried cum, which
topped off the priceless sight she gave anyway.  Joan would have freaked if
she had known about it.  With her wrist shackled to her thighs there was
absolutely way to cover her chest, but Joan tried to at least shield her
pussy with her hands.

   Carefully she inched her way forward.  Suddenly she stepped onto
something and almost tripped and fell.  Her sandals!  She clumsily managed
to put them on using only one hand each.  After having succeeded she had
gathered new courage to try to unshackle again.  She realised that she had
to be doing it the wrong way, as her hands were no longer shaky or weak. 
Still she did not get her wrists free from her thighs. 

   Her foot nudged against one of the boxes, reminding her of the outfits
she had gained from her adventure with the nerdy guy.  She managed to take
all three outfits from the boxes and stuffed them under the belt at her
waist.  Joan even got the G-string on with lots of pulling on the side
ties. Her restrained wrists did not allow to put on the top, but Joan felt
much better with her pussy covered, or at least a little.  In her despair
and haste she failed to notice that she had put it on backwards.  The
result was that the thin back part that was designed to disappear in the
crack of her butt now was in the front and got engulfed by her pussy lips.
This way the G-string did not help to provide Joan -(TM)s dignity at all.
The G-string was so tiny anyway, that in all that excitement Joan did not
feel that the part in the back was wider than the one in the front.  She
was much too glad that she had made it.  The result was that walking the
material of the G-string had a soft but constant contact to Joan -(TM)s
clit.  This subtle touch caused a delicate stimulation to her most
sensitive spot that Joan subconsciously savoured.  Joan considered that it
was because of the blindfold that she was extremely aware of her body, that
she felt kind of oversensitive.  Maybe.  But the barely discernible
friction of the string against her clit added to it on the sly.

   Now it had become a little late and the street was no longer busy.  So
when Joan finally stumbled onto main street, there was no one around. 
After all this was a small village.  Then again, when Joan had left with
the nerdy guy just a while ago, there had been lots of people.  At first
she could not believe that she found nobody to help her.  After all the
courage it had taken her to dare to step into main street it was pretty
frustrating.

   Joan stood still for a moment and perked up her ears.  Nothing but the
soft breeze and the soothing sound of the surf.  Silence.

   She was all alone.

   Joan could not believe what was happening to her.  She strayed around
this place, deprived of sight and dignity.  Taking the risk to be seen by
anybody in search for help  -" and not encountering a soul.  What a streak
of bad luck!

   Who would be out on the streets at a place like this at that time? 
Gangsters!  The burglar was very satisfied with himself, he had just
finishes a successful raid.  With the money he had snatched from the sexpot
this afternoon on the spur-of-the-moment his day had been most rewarding.
Of course his spontaneous assault on Joan had been much too risky, he had
never done anything that dangerous before.  It had just been way too much
money to let that opportunity pass.  Of course he felt sorry for having
exposed his gorgeous victim, he had not intended anything like that at all.
It just was the only way to raid her successfully, technically speaking. 
He had only been able to catch a glimpse of her tits and beautiful clean
shaven pussy, but the picture was still filling his head.

   That -(TM)s why he thought his imagination was playing tricks with his
eyes when he caught sight of Joan stumbling along the deserted main street.
The first thing he noticed were her bare tits.  Beautiful, round and
tanned. He recognised Joan immediately.  In a reflex he wanted to dash for
a hiding, but then he noticed that she was blindfolded.  His mouth dropped
open.  Then he noticed that her wrists were shackled.  He had never seen
anything like this and stared in disbelief.  What kind of kinky game was
she playing?  Joan advanced towards him with an effort, obviously without
the slightest idea that she was being observed.  What a sight!   -�Pinch
me, I must be dreaming! -� the burglar told himself.  But the vision of a
slutty kinky top model came closer and closer.  He just stood and watched
in awe.  He loved the light swinging of her beautiful tits as she walked,
and with his eyes fixed on her chest he noticed that it was plastered with
dried cum.  He also spotted the pink G-string disappearing between her
pussy lips, and even in the dim light of the street lamps he could make out
that her they were glistening wet from arousal.  Even her inner thighs were
moist with her juices.  He took a look at the fastenings at Joan -(TM)s
wrists, and it was certain to him that she could undo them by herself
whenever she wanted.  Those simple snap-hooks, clippers, were easily undone
even with only one hand free to do it.  Now he was sure that he finally
understood what was going on.  Those crazy tourists!  It wasn -(TM)t that
he understood much about western people -(TM)s deprived fetishes, but this
one was pretty obvious to him. 

   Now this guy was a gangster, a burglar and not a rapist.  Besides from
mugging he was not willing to harm anyone.  But if this stunning babe got
her kicks out of running around in public blindfolded with tied wrists and
getting cum on her tits, he was tempted to help her fulfil her needs.  She
was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in the flesh.  And there she
was, evidently offering her body to everyone who saw her, wasn -(TM)t she?
Of course this was extremely dirty, but he had heard rumours about a
tourist who ran around the neighbouring village willingly exposing herself
in public only yesterday  -" so it all seemed to make sense to him.

   That -(TM)s why he stopped Joan when she was about to walk past him by
putting his hand on her shoulder.  Both jumped in surprise.  Joan at the
sudden touch out of nowhere and the burglar at the feeling of her delicate
soft skin. 



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 9

   Part 9  -" A series of misunderstandings

   Although overall this was a terrible misunderstanding, the burglar had
observed perfectly well that Joan had become heavily aroused.  The pictures
that filled her head were much too strong for her.  Walking on a public
street with her boobs exposed and completely vulnerable, blindfolded and
with restraint, made her fantasies go wild.  Being experienced with getting
shared by a group of men in front of an audience it was easy for Joan to
imagine in detail what might happen if she ran into a bunch of randy men.
Now with the additional aspect of being helpless her carnal visions became
even more intriguing. 

   That -(TM)s why Joan -(TM)s mind was occupied with her big fear and
secret fantasy of being at the mercy of a group of strangers.  I did not
make much sense to make her way along the villages main street late at
night.  Joan was completely clueless what to do next, and without thinking
followed the road until all of a sudden and out of nowhere she got stopped
by a hand on her shoulder.  Of course she had no idea who had stopped her,
a man or a woman, was it one person or two or even a group?  The touch on
her shoulder sent shivers throughout her whole body.  Of course the
shoulder was not erogenous in particular, but under these special
circumstances the mere fact of a stranger -(TM)s hand on her bare skin was
having its effect on Joan -(TM)s body and fantasy.

   After all the leather harness Joan wore was made for submissive
role-play.  Joan was game for anything when it came to erotic role-play. 
Not only did she love to attend Halloween Parties wearing provocative
costumes.  Joan was also quite experienced with spicing up her
relationships with role-playing.  Quite a few of these games had required
her to act submissively.  She had been the drug smuggler being
strip-searched by the custom investigator, the captured pirate girl, the
caught shop lifter, the tenant who could not pay the rent and so on.  And
there was more to acting.  One main reason why she loved her job as a
lingerie and beachwear model actually was that she could slip into
different roles to act out accordingly to the attire she was demonstrating.
That -(TM)s why she turned into a submissive kind of a slave girl almost
automatically and rather unconsciously.

   So the next steps happened as of their own volition and pretty
naturally. Not a word was spoken.  The strangers hand stayed on her
shoulder and guided her.  Joan was still lost in her fantasies and did not
dare to speak, she just went with the flow.  Actually it would not have
changed much as her silent guide would not have understood her language
anyway. 

   Joan noticed being led away from the main street, the road surface
changed. 

   The burglar wanted to have his way with her, but of course not on main
street.  He led her into a smaller dark side alley.  By chance they passed
a waste container.  Leading her past it he needed to take her by the waist.
In doing so his hand brushed her smooth skin.  It felt so good that he
decided to do it right here and now.  He took his time to look around. 
Silence.  Anyway - the waste container would provide enough cover.  It was
not very probable that anyone passed here at that time of the day.  His
erection was throbbing in his pants.  He pushed Joan -(TM)s shoulder down
to make her get down on her knees.  He had figured that the cum on her
chest must be the remains of a messy blowjob.  That -(TM)s what he wanted
as well.  And right now.  To his surprise Joan tensed up and resisted.

   Finally, Joan had gathered her senses.  She had identified only one
person around.  This person did not handle her roughly at all, and after a
while it dawned on her, that she might as well try to make that person
understood that she simply needed help.  She still tried to think of a way
to make herself understood, when the stranger stopped.  Nothing happened.
Whatever the stranger was doing, so far there was no sexual approach
happening.  Joan did not have any idea what the stranger was up to.  That
did not change a bit when the hand pushed on her shoulder.  She thought, he
wanted to simply go on, bur Joan decided it was time to try to ask for
help. That -(TM)s actually why Joan suddenly resisted although it meant
that she was behaving badly, considering that her role was that of a
submissive slave girl.

   Joan tugged at her restraints and tried to make understood with her
reduced range of motion that she wanted the stranger to release her
hands. 

   The burglar was surprised, but he understood that she did not want to
get down on her knees to give him a blow job.  Well, actually the ground
would have been very uncomfortable for her knees, so her reaction was
reasonable.

   Instead she seemed to prefer to use her hands.  A tug job by this
stunning beauty wasn -(TM)t bad either.  To hurry things up, he helped her
unshackle.  One wrist, the other wrist, and now on to -- He was shocked and
stunned when she raised her hands and removed the blindfold.  He did not
get the way this fetish worked, and of course he thought he knew what would
happen when the sexy tourist saw his face.  She would recognise him, wouldn
-(TM)t she?

   Joan almost was kind of disappointed in a strange and irritating way
that was disturbing for her, that none of her dirty perverted fantasies
became reality.  Despite the fact that she was practically naked and
defenceless, she had kind of enjoyed to submit to the stranger -(TM)s lead.
Now she started wondering why the stranger did not make the least attempt
to feel her up.  How could it be somebody resisted the temptation to toy
with her fantastic body?  This was much too easy.  She simply got freed of
her peril and felt kind of rejected, which had never happened to her
before. Joan was taken aback. 

    -�Thank you! -� she said and forced a smile as she removed the
blindfold.  She did not recognise the man in front of her being her robber.
Of course not.  To her all Asian people just looked the same.  Joan saw the
guilty expression of on his face and almost had to laugh, because she did
not understand at all what was going on.  Most of all Joan was bewildered
that the stranger seemed to be indifferent to her beauty.  After having
dealt with her fantasies of being sexually assaulted by a whole group of
strangers taking advantage of her helplessness she could not cope with that
situation.  What was going on?  Didn -(TM)t he feel attracted by her looks?
No man had ever resisted her charms.  Maybe just a casual lift of her boobs
would do?  Joan reached up to cup her tits.  It was only then that Joan
noticed the dried sperm on her chest.  She had completely forgotten about
that!  This was gross!  She could imagine that the stranger did not want to
touch her skin while it was plastered with some other man -(TM)s dried cum.
To be out in public like this was shockingly humiliating!  From the
stranger -(TM)s reaction Joan could tell that the dried cum on her chest
was obliterating her beauty and sexiness, and that was completely
unacceptable to her.  Her arousal decreased dramatically in an instant. 
And then, looking down herself, Joan also realised that her disordered
G-string, was completely exposing her pussy.  He sopping wet pussy that so
suddenly had stopped to tingle in the very moment she had realized that her
immaculate beauty and sexiness had been spoiled by the dried cum on her
chest.  But just the same, Joan finally got fully aware of the slutty sight
she gave.  She wondered even more what the Asian was up to.  Given that he
could have used the circumstances that she was shackled and blindfolded,
Joan felt kind of grateful and safe with him.  On the whole this seemed to
be a rather honourable man.

   The burglar stood in shock.  He had blown it!  He was fully convinced
that Joan had recognised him.  For Asian standards he was a strikingly ugly
man, and he knew it.  It would have never occurred to him that anybody
would not remember his face.  So when Joan removed the blindfold and stared
him right in the face he felt doomed.  He was completely taken off guard,
when the gorgeous tourist actually smiled at him. 

   Joan made a quick decision.  She needed to clean up urgently and she had
no place to sleep.  She was tired and saw no other option.  This Asian had
proved worthy.  And yes, she was taking pity on him.  With her being
practically naked and completely vulnerable, his reaction was more than
civilised.  He did not even make an attempt to feel her up!  Joan was
impressed.  Although secretly she was not satisfied with the lacking effect
of her beauty had on the stranger.  Ever since she had grown into a
strikingly beautiful woman Joan never had met a man who did not go for her
swell body once he got the chance.

   The burglar was completely baffled.  His robbing-victim showed no sign
of anger.  Actually she seemed to motion him to take her to his place, but
that could not be, or could it?  He had no idea where this was leading to,
but apparently the woman he had recently robbed and depantsed was not mad
at him at all.  She repeated her gestures and her sign language left no
doubt that she wanted him to take her to his place.  There had never been a
woman at his place, and he was a bit nervous about taking her home.  But of
course he would not turn down such a stunning beauty, especially in her
delicious more than half naked state.

   So the burglar led Joan to his place.  Joan fully considered him her
gallant saviour.  That -(TM)s why she took it for destiny taking its course
when she spotted her hot-pants lying on the floor on his small apartment.
It was a single room with nothing in it but a dirty rotten mattress and a
chair.  Joan not even remotely considered that her saviour could be the
very person who had robbed and depantsed her before.  She considered it
twist of fate to encounter her hot-pants here of all places.  Actually
retrieving her favourite pair of hot-pants through him even deepened her
trust in him.  Of course the money was gone, but at least she had her great
sexy hot-pants back!  Joan was filled with glee. 

   Next she needed a shower.  Joan could not put up with what she thought
was a fact, the fact of him not getting turned on by her body.  This had
never happened before, and Joan was not willing to accept it.   -�Let
-(TM)s try this -- -� she said to herself and coolly stripped from the
harness right in front of him.  She also nonchalantly took of the sandals
and her G-string and then she was completely naked.  Acting as if nothing
out of the ordinary was happening, she tried to make him understand that
she wanted to take a shower.  The Asian -(TM)s eyes were roaming over her
naked body.  Joan was beaming in proud of its beauty.  His eyes were about
to pop out of his head.  Joan liked the desire in his eyes.   -�Much
better! -� she thought to herself.  And there it was!  The tingling in her
pussy that Joan started to get accustomed to was returning.  She gave a
proud toss of her hair and addressing him she purred,  -�Do you like what
you see? -� and gave a turn.  He just stared in awe.  He looked like he was
about to get a heart-attack.  Now this was fun!  Joan felt in control again
and started to really enjoy teasing him.   -�Let -(TM)s see how far I can
take him with my soiled chest -- -� Joan challenged herself.   -�I bet I
can make him touch his dick through his pant -- -� She turned her back to
him and took a wide straddle, then she leaned forward and grabbed her
ankles.  This way she was practically pointing her butt and clean shaven
pussy at him.  Joan smiled at him looking through the triangle of her legs.
He stared at her in disbelieve.  This was so funny!  She rolled her hips so
that her boobs swayed lightly.  "All guys love a little boob action." Joan
said to herself with a grin and pushed her breasts up with her hands.  He
just stared and Joan realised that she had to up the ante if she really
wanted to succeed in her task.  So Joan started to run her hands over her
boobs.  To get him out of his trancelike state she stuck her tongue out at
him.   -�Come on, will you start touching your dick? -� Joan thought to
herself.  But he remained transfixed, staring at her with fire in his eyes.
Joan could almost feel his eyes on her skin.  She kept running her hands
over her boobs, before cupping the underside of them and squeezing.  Then
she covered her nipples tauntingly with her palms.  She was not surprised
too feel her nipples poke into her palms fully erect.  She raised and
turned to him, now pressing her arms down to squeeze her breasts together
tight.  She could see his erection firm and throbbing through his pants,
but still he did not move an inch, he just watched in disbelief.

   The reason why he did not move was simple.  By no means he wanted her to
stop.  That -(TM)s why he did not dare to move.  With that perfect beauty
uninhibitedly exposing herself to him, he simply did not want to make a
false move.  Of course his erection was troubling him and he would have
loved to jerk off to her sight.  He understood that she was willingly
exposing herself to him and probably would not mind, but he wasn -(TM)t
sure.  Just the same he wanted to grab her, touch and ...  her, but he got
the impression that she was a kinky, slutty tourist which games he could
not understand at all.  So he decided to simply enjoy the view and avoid
any action that could disturb her.

   The longer it took the more Joan -(TM)s burning ambition grew to get the
stranger to touch himself at her sight.  She was so much into that aim that
she did not reflect at all what she actually was doing.  Exposing herself
to a complete stranger!  And Joan wasn -(TM)t finished just yet.  She was
going to make him do it!  Nobody ever resisted her charms!  She gritted her
teeth, ready to fight.

   Before she could think too hard about it, she opened her legs and spread
her cheeks wide open with both hands.  Her fingers disappeared into her
pussy and came out shiny.  In and out of her soaking wet pussy.  She knew
she was starting to make a very lewd sound as her hand slapped harder
against her puffy lips and inner thighs.  She stared at the stranger,
theirs eyes met.  The lust in his eyes, the pent-up tension only added to
her arousal.  She could not believe it that he did not move at all.  Every
guy she had met before would have jumped at her right at the start. 

   The image of the Joan -(TM)s throbbing, pulsating pussy was burning in
the burglar's mind.  He couldn't believe what he saw.  The tourist started
masturbating furiously right before his eyes.

   Joan lost control.  She was determined to get him touch himself, and if
this meant going further, there was no holding back.  She was going to show
him!  Joan had never done this before, and much less ever had imagined
doing it in front of anybody.  But she had seen in in porn movies and she
figured that it was extremely exciting for men to see a woman do it.  This
would be too much for the Asian, wouldn -(TM)t it?  Joan -(TM)s other hand
cupped her ass from behind, and with a gasp, she jammed a finger into her
bottom.  With one finger already in, she found it easy to slide another
finger next to it, feeling her asshole stretch.  She wanted to stretch her
asshole wider and tried a third finger.  She pushed through a twinge of
pain and picked up speed.  Both hands were twisted and clenched in
unnatural positions as she writhed and squirmed.  Joan -(TM)s breathing got
faster and soft moans escaped her lips.  This had to be the most depraved
thing she had ever done.  Joan enjoyed it a lot, but just the same she was
getting desperate because the stranger kept looking without moving at all.
What kind of an invitation was he waiting for?  To Joan it was much more
humiliating than her exposure that he did not react the way she expected at
all.  Joan looked at him almost pleadingly.  She was lost.  What else could
she do to arouse him?  Her competitive said warned her not to give up yet.
She saw his burning eyes and his erection straining his pants.  He would
not hold out much longer, would he?  Joan toyed with herself for dear
life. 



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 10

   Part 10  -" Further misunderstandings

   Before long Joan realised that she was nearing orgasm.  Much too soon!
The stranger stared at her, but still had not moved.  Joan had never before
masturbated for such a long time without allowing herself to orgasm.  Her
body was tingling all over, her heart raced, and she needed to slow down.
So back to the beginning to cool off a bit.  Joan took her time to fondle
her breasts and nipples for a while and then slowly moved her hands back
down to her labia and clitoris.  Her arousal was much more intense than
ever before and she was totally consumed by this sexual act.

   Joan -(TM)s breathing had become shallow and quick.  She started to
quiver and grinded her hips against her hands.  Her eyes were closed.  She
was completely unconscious of anything in the world except her body and the
orgasm looming.  So when she touched her anus again this time it wasn't
intentional.  It just happened.  It sent a jolt of pleasure that took her
completely by surprise.  It felt so great that her fingers kept lingering
and probing.  To Joan it was the ultimate act of letting go and of complete
and utter nakedness and exposure.  That reminded her of her audience.  She
opened her eyes and was happy to see that she had finally made it.  Joan
was so proud of herself, she almost came in an instant.  The Asian was
standing right above her, pants around his ankles.  He stared at her slick
fingers roaming in and out of her ass and pussy.  Joan was most satisfied
to see that he was stroking his dick.   -�Gotcha! -� she cheered herself
on. Wasn -(TM)t she some kind of a sex goddess?  This thought made it for
her, and finally Joan found release in a strong orgasm.

   Now Joan was proud and happy that she had achieved her aim.  Still Joan
-(TM)s pretty face got a look of surprise when a thick strand of cum landed
on her cheek.  Another stream got her on her boobs.  This was not what Joan
had planned, but she realised that she could not blame him.  She thought he
was finished, but he landed two more streams across her full lush lips,
some spill even got into her mouth.  She had never gotten used to the taste
of sperm and preferred to spit and rarely swallowed, in general she found a
way to make men simply cum on her body.  And of course she refused facials.
After all she was a gorgeous model, not some porn star, wasn -(TM)t she? 
So her triumph actually was short lived because it annoyed her to get the
taste of cum in her mouth and get some of it on her face.  But Joan was
fighting down her anger.  He stepped back to take a look at the gorgeous
tourist that had her face and chest plastered with his cum.  It was a bit
more than Joan had bargained for, but on the other hand it was by far not
her first cum-shot, although she did not like it and considered it
degrading.  It was only than that Joan awoke to the fact that it was the
second time today a complete stranger ejaculated on her body.  With the
slight difference that this time she had been bringing herself to orgasm as
well.  It was only then that Joan realised that things were getting pretty
wild for her here in Thailand.

   Joan could tell that her saviour was pretty spent.  But still she was
able to make him understand that she wanted to take a shower.  Now, a poor
local does not have an apartment with a shower.  He did not have a bathroom
of his own, but there was an improvised shower at the inner courtyard. 
Joan went there and smiled at herself.  It was amazing how strong his
orgasm must have been, just by drooling over her fantastic body.  He was
totally knocked over.

   The shower hissed into life as Joan squeaked the taps on, and as she
held out her hand to check the temperature she started going over in her
mind what had just happened.  Joan was a young aspiring model back home,
she only dated with cool and influential guys.  And now?  How low can you
go?  Joan stepped into the shower, the jets washing away the cum that had
been drying on her skin.  She could feel embarrassment blooming deep within
her as she thought of what she'd just done.  It had been so reckless, so
stupid.  The Asian must take her for a tramp.  After all the Asian had
saved her from a very perilous situation.  What he might think of her...

   Joan was cleansing her long hair when she noticed that a silhouette
filled the door to the inner courtyard.  A man.  Joan -(TM)s heart skipped
a beat.  He was naked and Asian.  He approached her calmly and as a matter
of course.  Joan relaxed.  It had to be her saviour, Joan figured.  She
noticed his dick standing to attention again.  She was surprised.  Just a
while ago he had been completely spent, but there he was, sporting a huge
erection.  Joan was flattered.  Watching the water run down her fantastic
tanned body was a sight that apparently got him up again.  Without asking
he joined her.  Joan was taken aback at first, but accepted it
nevertheless. After all she planned to spend the night in his place, most
probably they would share the same bed, she preferred him to take a shower
first.

   He stepped in beside her, the water hitting his chest and shoulders.  He
was barely even in before his hands were on her body.  Joan stiffened at
first, but then she relaxed into her saviour -(TM)s embrace.  She giggled,
his greedy hands were all over her.   -�Not here, everyone can see -�, she
whispered, but he did not understand her language anyway.  Joan had not
planned to really have sex with him, but she did not blame him for wanting
her.  She understood that after what had just happened he was acting
adequately.  Still she was wondering.  He had been so cautious and guarded
before, she had to go very far to get him to masturbate.  Now he took her
unhesitatingly.  Strange.  Didn -(TM)t he notice her reluctance to make out
here in the patio were every neighbour could see them?  He cupped her rear
with one hand and squeezed her right breast with the other.  His hands
roamed the curves of her body, stroking and squeezing her, caressing her
tits, her stomach, her hips and waist, her thighs and navel.  It was
obvious that he was enjoying to toy with her great body.  Joan had to admit
that she liked it.  Finally, his hand came to play with her clean shaven
pussy.  Joan was surprised that he could slip in his fingers easily.  Again
she was sopping wet from arousal.  Joan wondered what was going on.  She
had always loved sex, but back home she had not been so easily aroused.  Of
course it was out of the ordinary to be fondled in a place that was pretty
public.  But shouldn -(TM)t she be frightened instead of getting hot?  And
why didn -(TM)t she just stop him?  Back home she set value on an active
sex life, but that did not mean that she was easy prey.  Back home men had
to woo and seduce her.  In general, they were impressed by her beauty and
treated her very respectful.  But right now a stranger was simply taking
her.  And her body responded to it.  It was terrible.

   Gently, he turned her around so that she was facing away from him,
allowing him easier access to her mound.  "Oh!" Joan cooed, pressing back
against him.  Despite the massive load he'd sprayed on her only minutes
earlier, he was already hard again, and his member was pressing stiff and
solid against her ass.  Joan took it as a compliment and smiled to herself.
With deliberate slowness, he ran his fingers across her pussy.  That was
nice!  She liked it and stopped worrying about her behaviour towards a
complete stranger.  Using his index and ring finger, he splayed her open.
He was much more determined and courageous than just before, up in his
apartment.  Joan moaned, her thighs shifting.  He held steady against her
as he started to sink his middle finger inside her, delving only as deep as
halfway in.  Joan gasped with delight.  Joan moaned and nodded her
approval, her hips bucking against his hand.  He pushed another finger
inside her.  Bit by bit, he picked up speed toying Joan beneath the
insistent spray of the shower.  Her moans of delight grew louder and more
impassioned.

   Joan opened her eyes to realise that lights had been lit behind quite a
few windows.  She could see silhouettes.  People were watching them.  But
nothing could stop him now.  And Joan liked the way he touched her, despite
the fact that her saviour sure deserved a reward.  He continued to explore
her sex, causing Joan -(TM)s body to vibrate with wanton desires.  Joan
could not help but cling to him as her knees went weak.  Her eyes closed
again, blocking out her surroundings, feeling him spreading her hot juices,
making her ready for him.  And soon Joan was more than ready.  She leaned
into the wall.  His hands on her hips he pulled her on to you, slowly
penetrating her.  Oh Yes, just what Joan was missing.  She thought of her
boy-friend and the way he had dumped her just one day ago.  Maybe he hadn
-(TM)t been the best choice, but their sex life had been pretty good.  Joan
had wanted these holidays be filled with steamy sex, and now here she was,
kind of fulfilling her dream, wasn -(TM)t she?  Thinking of her ex-lover
made her fiercely want to satisfy her saviour.  She could have great sex
with anyone, if she wanted.  She moved her hips meeting his strokes. 
Harder and harder, they slammed together.  Joan felt his body spasm. 
Having thought of her ex-lover had reduced her arousal quite a lot, so Joan
was far from climaxing.  Harder and harder he was penetrating her until
much too soon he shot his load deep within her.  Joan was completely
surprised when he simply withdrew and walked away.  He did not even care
that she had not come yet.   -�Hey! -� she exclaimed after him, but he just
left.  Joan felt used and abused.

   It was only than that Joan realized, looking after him with surprise,
anger and frustration, that he was limping.  Ups!  Joan suspected that
something had gone awry.  Her saviour had not been limping.  Could it be
that she had confused a complete stranger with her saviour?  Of course! 
All Asians looked the same to her.  Yes, she actually could not exclude
it. 

   When she returned to her saviour -(TM)s apartment she found out that she
actually had given in to sex with a complete stranger without knowing it.
Not to mention that she did it in plain view of the neighbourhood.  Of
course she found no way to explain that to her saviour.  Having no common
language there was no hope.  It was obvious that he was one of those who
had watched her getting ...ed from behind in the shower.  And he took her
for a slut of the worst kind and did not want her to stay.  He did not even
give her time to get dressed, he simply kicked her out, throwing her sparse
possessions out of the window.  Joan hurried downstairs stark naked to
collect them, her sandals and clothes were scattered all over the street.

   Damned!



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 11

   Part 11  -" Streaking on main street again

   Joan awoke on the beach.  She was all alone.  And she was starving.  And
she was stark naked.

   Well, of course she was carrying all of her outfits with her.  But she
was worrying about her nice, professional model, super-sexy all over tan.
That -(TM)s why she had decided to sleep in the nude, this way basking in
the early morning sun all alone on the deserted beach with no risk of
getting tan lines. 

   Joan had all her stuff at her side, but she lay there in the sand in all
her naked glory.  She clearly enjoyed the early morning atmosphere, and
once the sun was out, it soon became pretty hot.

   Joan was a very healthy woman.  Being a lingerie and beachwear model she
was not on the skinny side.  She ate a lot and balanced it with working out
a lot, plus yoga and modern dance.  That -(TM)s why she was not used not to
eat, which was the reason why she extremely hungry this morning.

   Still at this time of the day it was the only safe way to work on her
all over tan.  After all her efforts to find a decent place to spend the
night had failed, Joan had simply gone to the beach.  It had been a good
choice.  Joan was at ease, tanning in the nude with no one around, the
sound of the waves hitting the beach were soothing her mind. 

   Joan took her time to reflect on the last two days.  What a crazy
adventure!  Life had never felt so unreal to her.  She realised that being
far away from home with nobody knowing her, she had the opportunity to
choose and change her role, her comportment and attitude any moment she
wanted.  So far she had gone through things she would never had allowed to
happen back home.  And kind of she was enjoying it.  Of course it was
embarrassing to be captured in compromising situations, which had happened
when she had been robbed at the bar.  But then again Joan was cool with
that.  That was not an issue.  There was more than enough compromising
material featuring her online, and she suspected one or another client
knowing about it.  Joan did not consider it wrong if people she worked with
knew that she was adventurous.  Although her manager had urged her to by no
means never ever get sex tapes to appear on the internet, Joan was proud
that as far as she could tell the one -(TM)s she knew of had become viral.
As much as she was aiming for a meaningful career, Joan was willing to pose
nude for a magazine like Playboy or Penthouse.  So far she had only gotten
offers that were not acceptable.  That -(TM)s why all her nude captures
were not professional work but homemade.  She could not remember having
encountered a lover who did not want to take naughty pictures of her.  Joan
had always felt flattered and she had felt her beauty recognised.  That
-(TM)s why a lot of explicit material had hit the net.  In a strange way
Joan was proud of it  -" she simply looked great in the nude, and of course
she was fun to be with and sexually broad-minded.  All that became apparent
through those captures.  Joan was cool with it, although her manager would
have freaked if he knew.  This was the 21.  Century, and Joan was willing
to enjoy it.

   So there she was, laying naked in the sand of a public beach in the
morning.  Right next to her, she had some clothes, but what kind of clothes
actually.  Joan thought about it and felt liberated.  Of course Joan could
not run around naked for the rest of the day, but actually the clothes she
had provided the least cover Joan could think of. 



   More than anything Joan was lacking a proper top.  Joan had chosen to
sleep on the beach because she liked it and she saw no other option.  She
stayed naked, even when the first early birds appeared on the beach.  Some
tourists starting the day with an early walk, and some runners.  Joan was
sure that they saw her and that they noticed her being stark naked, but
they stayed in a distance and she was comfortable.  The beach still was
almost deserted.  Joan enjoyed the sun and the breeze on her skin.  After
having taken a shower and sleeping a while she felt refreshed and ready for
new adventures.  Of course she wanted to get a top and buy some cosmetics.
One runner in particular caught Joan -(TM)s attention.  It was a young
athletic woman about her age that ran along the seashore in an impressing
quick pace.  A very good runner indeed.  She seemed completely concentrated
on running, earphones put on.  Joan realised that she had not noticed her
lying there, because the runner stopped and stripped naked not far away
from her.  She had finished running and wanted to take a dip in the ocean.
Joan sensed her chance. 

   Joan hid her stuff in the rootage of nearby bushes, covering it with
sand.  Then she had to act fast.  The runner had made quite a stretch
skilfully swimming the crawl.  She wasn -(TM)t only a very advanced runner
but also a very advanced swimmer.  Joan realised that if she wasn -(TM)t
fast enough the woman sure would catch her.  But swimming the crawl meant
that she could not possibly keep an eye on her stuff, or could she?  Joan
rushed to the pile of clothes the runner had left at the water -(TM)s edge.
A nice set.  It was both convenient and sexy.  Joan wore the same kind of
sports outfits back home.  She liked the front-close Wireless Sport Bra. 
It had a front zip for easy on, easy off.  The short was a hot one, made
from thin stretch material in matching pink, wearing it, it would look like
being painted on.  Very nice, Joan thought to herself and grabbed the set.
Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed the swimmer return to the shore
at full speed.  Obviously she had spotted Joan and had also realised what
was happening.  There was no time to put the stuff on, nude Joan had to
turn tail and run!  And that -(TM)s what she did.

   It was quite a sight.  The nude Joan ran with bouncing boobs, and much
too soon the other nude woman emerged from the water and ran after her. 
She had the typical slim athletic runners body, with a rather flat chest.
Still she was a true beauty.  Initially she had her long dark mane tied at
back, but it was wet from the dip and heavier then dry.  It freed, and her
wet hair flew in the air with each energetic step.  Her toned muscular body
was enticingly wet glistening as she sprinted after Joan going full speed.
There were only few people around at that early time of the day.  Those who
happened to see them got highly rewarded for getting up early. 

   Now Joan was a good runner herself, but she would not have stood a
chance against her most athletic chaser under normal circumstances.  But
Joan availed herself of the fact that her opponent had just now finished
her running routine.  The gorgeous dark haired runner was tired and had not
enough energy reserves left to maintain the tempo.  Bit by bit Joan could
extend her lead.  Her nude chaser did not give up though.  Joan noticed
that she started breathing heavily.  She could not keep up her tempo for
very much longer, and still the nude runner was after her.  Joan had to
find a way to shake off her pursuer.  And she had to find it quick.  Both
nude women kept running along the beach as fast as they could, but they got
slower and slower.  Running in the sand was very tiring.  Joan needed a
pause, so she had to find a solution right now.

   Her first idea was a simple one.  Joan was hardened by her recent
experiences with streaking, but how about her pursuer?  Joan headed for the
main street, which of course was much busier than the beach at this time of
the day already.   -�Let -(TM)s see if she dares to follow me with so many
people seeing her.  Us, actually -- -� Joan had no idea about the mentality
of a real sportswoman.  Her pursuer was at the end of her rope.  The only
way she could go on was by completely focusing on the task at hand.  That
meant that the nude runner was completely blocking out her surroundings
with only one thing on her mind, not to lose sight of the girl who had
stolen her clothes.  She wasn -(TM)t even aware of the people watching the
two streakers in amazement.  Of course it had been the talk of the village
that there had been a gorgeous streaker on main street yesterday.  But who
would have thought that she would return today and bring a friend? 
Cheering and applause welcomed both gorgeous flashers.

   Both women were spent.  Soon they could not run no more.  Joan walked as
fast as she could and her pursuer tried not to lose sight of her.  Both
were panting and breathing heavily.  Other than her pursuer Joan was very
aware that they got captured by quite a few pedestrians.  And Joan noticed
that the nude runner was getting closer and closer.  Her thievery turned
out much more adventurous than she had bargained for. 

   It turned out lucky for Joan that she had kind of set the standards the
day before.  Eventually a group of male tourists appeared who had not only
already seen Joan streaking on main street yesterday.  These had also taken
selfies with her.  They gave thumb up signs and asked if she was ready to
pose with them again.  Joan had no money at all and sure would have agreed
to do it again, although this time she was stark naked whereas yesterday
she had at least worn her sexy hot-pants.  Still this wasn -(TM)t the time
and place to do it.  But suddenly Joan received a touch of genius.  
-�Sorry, I won -(TM)t do it today, but I dared my friend to do it.  Just
ask her.  She -(TM)s a bit shy, so you might have to cajole her a bit into
doing it.  Don -(TM)t give up if she refuses at first. -� They spotted the
gorgeous nude runner in a short distance and could hardly believe that
there was a second streaker who was just as stunning as Joan.  They gave
Joan a high five and off they were.  It turned out the most perfect
diversion tactics possible.  Joan -(TM)s nude pursuer had just started to
realise that she was on main street and many people saw her in all her
naked glory.  She was completely unable to cope with the group of men who
suddenly appeared and asked her to pose for a picture with them.  This was
so far out of question, that she was completely taken aback when they did
not accept her  -�Of course not! -� How could they even think of something
so ridiculous?  Anyway, of course she did not do it.  Suddenly fully aware
of her public exposure she tried her best to cover her tits and pubes with
her hands.  She was flushing beet red, still it took some effort to get rid
of these guys.  When she finally made it, there was no sign of the thief.
Joan had escaped.  At least for the moment being.

   Joan -(TM)s triumph was short lived though.  She had dashed into a side
street and then chosen an escape way at random.  This way she almost ran
into her opponent again.  The gorgeous runner was rushing back to her hotel
in the nude, and to Joan -(TM)s luck she was much too embarrassed to notice
Joan almost crossing her path again.  Joan found hiding behind a trash
container and examined her stolen goods.  It was a real nice running
outfit. But there was a slight problem with it.  The runner was a slim and
fit young woman whereas Joan was a lingerie and bikini model, which meant
that she had curves.  Although the top was made from a stretchy material
Joan could not get the front zipper up.  The material got stretched anyway
and she just could not squeeze her tits into the top with the zipper up. 
This meant that she revealed a ridiculous amount of cleavage.  Her boobs
threatened to spill out by any inconsiderate movement, plus there was
stress on the zipper, which meant that it tended to easily open up on its
own.  The pants weren -(TM)t tailored for Joan -(TM)s measurements either.
The looked like painted on when worn by the slim runner.  On Joan -(TM)s
body the thin material got stretched to its maximum.  The outlines of her
labia were prominently visible.  Despite being clothes she was almost
completely exposed.

   So now Joan encountered a new problem The village was much too small. 
She could not stay here too long, because eventually she would run into the
victim of her theft.  She needed to get back to the beach and gather her
stuff.  Then she had to leave this village, on to the next place.  It was
said to be a lot bigger and a lot more alive.  More bars and stores.  More
tourists.  More opportunities.

   But first things first.  Joan headed for the beach.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 12

   Part 12  -" Overexposed

   To get back to the beach again, Joan had to cross main street again. 
With her revealing and eye-catching pink outfit she almost caused more stir
than before when she had been stark naked.  So it was no surprise that she
could not avoid to meet the group of male tourists again that had helped
Joan deal with the runner without knowing it.  Of course they complained
about Joan not having them told the truth  -" her friend had not agreed to
let them have her captured.  Of course they asked for a compensation.  Joan
should do it again.  Of course not for free.

   Joan urgently needed some cash.  She did not have nothing to eat for way
too long.  Although something told her to hurry to get her stuff, Joan
agreed.  The outfit she wore revealed that much, that the guys did not
insist on her taking something off.  In a special moment of clarity, it was
some instinct-thing, Joan spotted, was it the person or was it the face  -"
later Joan could not tell.  She noticed someone in the crowd walking in her
direction still quite far away.  Joan was sure that it was the runner, the
girl who owned the sexy outfit she wore right now.  Joan had to admit that
she liked the runner -(TM)s taste in fashion, now she was wearing a
beautiful sarong.  Joan made a mental note to get one for herself as soon
as possible.  Anyway, this wasn -(TM)t according to plan at all.  One thing
Joan had not considered at all when she had decided to steal the runner
-(TM)s outfit was that this pink attire was detectable from afar.  Joan
realised, that if she didn -(TM)t want to get into trouble, she had to get
rid of her top and pants right now and do it fast. 

   The men could not believe their luck when the exhibitionistic tourist
suddenly peeled of her top and pants in a haste.  She ordered them to come
a little closer.  Joan wanted to use them as a shield.  She garnered lewd
remarks.   -�This is turning you on, isn -(TM)t it? -� and they took the
invitation to get close as an excuse to feel Joan up a bit.  Joan could not
believe what she had brought onto herself again. 

   It wasn -(TM)t the same to see Joan -(TM)s perfect body in some sexy
attire or to actually see her in all her naked glory.  In the nude she was
the most beautiful girl any of them had ever seen in the flesh.  Her all
over tan looked particularly spectacular because it was glistening with
perspiration caused by the nervous tension and maybe, yes maybe by some
additional excitement.

   Joan -(TM)s measurements were 34-24-34 in or 86-61-86 cm with bra size
34c, which meant that for her lean and slim figure she had a quite
impressing rack, which still allowed to go braless.  Her tits were jutting
out before her proud and firm.  Her firm ass was perfectly round and tight.
She had magnificent legs that were toned from hours of exercise.  In her
current state her clean shaven pussy was a remarkable moist slice of
perfection, glistening wet with engorged puffy pink lips.  In union with
her erect nipples it gave away Joan -(TM)s arousal.  Why was Joan aroused
once again?  On her walk in that barely-there runners outfit she had
attracted a lot of attention.  Each and every lewd remark, each stare had
increased the tingling in her body.  The tingling that Joan had learnt both
to dread and to love.  It made her mind swirl and her body swell with
sensitivity.  Occasionally the zipper had undone making her had accidently
entirely flash her boobs.  Joan had started to perspire, a sheen of sweat
made her whole body glisten enticingly, which made her look even more lush.
And Joan was completely aware of it.  That -(TM)s why she was pretty turned
on, and the excitement of almost being caught by the runner only added to
it.

   Joan took a moment to fix her long hair, smoothing it down.  The act of
raising her arms caused her boobs to jiggle enticingly, and the group of
men standing so close to her of course did not miss a detail.  They just
stood and stared in awe.   -�Come on, let -(TM)s get started.  Take your
pictures! -� Now Joan -(TM)s behaviour made the guys get frisky.  She had
stripped completely naked to pose with them, and she had not even asked for
more money.  What a tramp!  We reap what we sow.  They felt her up and
there was little Joan could do about it, as long as she needed them to
block her from view.  She fended off their cheeky hands only
half-heartedly. The runner who -(TM)s clothes Joan had stolen, that now lay
crumpled to her feet, had to be long gone.  But now things developed a life
of their own.  Before Joan knew it she got grabbed by her thighs and raised
her up, holding her at her upper arms and butt.  They opened her legs as
wide as they could and moved her hands behind her head, thrusting her
breasts out and arching her hips towards the camera as far as they could.
This way her sopping wet pussy got obscenely splayed open.  Its wetness
gave away her strong arousal.  Joan got completely overpowered by mixed
emotions and sheer lust when fingers started probing her nether regions. 
This could not be happening!  They were in plain public of the village
-(TM)s main street.  Of course the men saw to it that they blocked her from
view.  But still Joan had to handle with the shock about having her sex
fingered in public by some complete strangers.  Shame and humiliation got
overpowered by arousal and excitement much too fast.  Now various pairs of
hands were roaming all over her naked body, and her pussy got fully
explored.  Before long they brought Joan to a constant state of carnal
bliss.  From then on, she was no longer oblivious to the fact that she was
being captured all the time.  Joan was lost in a sexual frenzy.  For a
while they kept her on the brink of an orgasm, making her grunt and moan.
To avoid getting caught they carried her away from the main street to the
beach.  Joan was too far gone to notice.  And nobody remembered to take the
runners outfit with them.  It stayed behind, lying crumpled to the floor.
Soon Joan -(TM)s orgasm washed over her, and it turned out to be the first
of a never ending series.  She had never experienced anything like this and
almost fainted. 

   The men realized that Joan was completely spent.  All of them would have
liked to have a go with her, but it was obvious that it was over.  She was
much too weak to ...  or give blowjobs or hand-jobs.  They didn -(TM)t even
ask her if she was willing to do them for a certain prize.  When her
stomach growled they realized that she was hungry.  Whatever you may think
of the way they had treated Joan before, now that it was all over they
behaved like true gentlemen. 

   They supplied her with food and drink.  When they noticed that they had
lost her clothes one of them fanned out to get her something to wear.  Now
you must have in mind, that it was a small village and it turned out that
there was no store.  But they found a solution for that as well.  They
asked several tourists on main street if they would sell them what they
wore.  Their offer was generous and by chance, they convinced the sexy
runner to sell her beautiful beach sarong.  Her of all people!  Wasn -(TM)t
it ironic?  The result was that Joan received a beautiful beach sarong. 
The very Sarong she had admired on the sexy runner just a while before.  It
was made from a lightweight, partially see-through material and could be
worn in a variety of ways, as a sarong, a scarf or a shawl and may be tied
around the neck, chest or waist.

   But there was a certain side effect as well that is worth mentioning. 
The sexy runner of course first was happy to take advantage of the option
to fill up her holiday piggy bank.  But there was a catch and she soon
found out about it.  In some ways she was much less different from Joan
than one would think at first.  Being sports-mad she looked after her body
almost fanatically.  And she was very proud of it.  Just like Joan she saw
to an all over tan, and she had encountered the same problem as Joan that
it was not common in Thailand to tan in the nude.  So just like Joan she
favoured beachwear that left a lot of skin bare.  With her body she could
afford to wear a micro-bikini.  So after she had happily agreed to sell her
sarong for an exorbitant prize she was left wearing only her tiny bikini.
Wearing the risky number in public, away from the beach, was only
acceptable with the semi-transparent sarong neutralizing its sexiness. 

   So much too soon after her profitable deal the sexy runner started
feeling uncomfortable and much too exposed.  To make matters worse now
everybody who had seen her streaking along main street earlier that day
recognised her, although she had done her hair up in a twisted bun,
deliberately to look different.  The consequence was that she did not only
receive lewd remarks but also once again requests to pose for pictures. 
Unwillingly she had become a local celebrity.  She really wondered who or
what might have established the ridiculous expectation that any girl in the
world was willing to do so.  Well.  Anyway, let -(TM)s go back to Joan.

   Joan was most uncomfortable having the group of men with her, although
they really treated her with respect and acted like true gentlemen.  We
have learned that Joan knew how to enjoy herself.  She had a vast
experience with things most people would consider pretty depraved.  Still
Joan considered being fondled to orgasm in public by a group of complete
strangers her wildest adventure so far.  Now that it was all over she
cringed in shame and humiliation and avoided their gaze.  Actually Joan
smelled a rat.  She had a sixth sense for men that were hiding with an
effort that they were going crazy over her body.  The main reason why the
coddled her up so eagerly was that they were speculating in a second round
in which they would have a go at her.  So when they saw at her mouth, they
were imagining her lush lips wrapped around a cock.  And Joan sensed the
tension in the air.  They were roaming around her like wolves.  And Joan
was their prey. It didn -(TM)t help that she was naked under the sarong. 
It was beautiful and felt great on her skin.  But it was flimsy and thin
and her curves emerged vividly under it.

   They had already paid and Joan was preparing to leave.  First they asked
in a friendly manner, how much she charged for a ....  Joan firmly pointed
out that she was no hooker.   -�Maybe a blow job? -� they didn -(TM)t give
up yet.   -�Get lost! -� she said and turned to leave.  Now the tone
changed and they tried to blackmail her.  Of course Joan was not happy
about the material they had captured.  She refused to even look at it.  She
did not doubt that she could be identified.   -�You want this to hit the
net? -� Of course she did not want that to happen.  But as said before Joan
already had some material gone viral.  She considered it the normal risk
for a modern woman in modern times.  It wasn -(TM)t that Joan took it easy.
As said before she herself considered it her wildest experience so far. 
Still she secretly admitted to herself that it had been simply great.  She
had never experienced such a strong series of orgasms before, and she was
not going to regret it.   -�Spank off to this with motion lotion -- -� she
hissed.  She gave them the finger, turned and left.  They were calling
insults, but Joan just ignored them.   -�Jerks -� she thought to herself.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 13

   Part 13  -" An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth

   Joan strolled to the place where she had woken up this morning to gather
her things.  The encounter with the group of male tourist showed her that
the air was getting very thin around here.  She had to leave this village
behind, the sooner the better.  Joan had become known all over the place
much too quick.  What else could she expect here but questionable advances?

   Well.  Maybe Joan could encounter a reluctant but congenial friend?

   Joan wasn -(TM)t the only person who had left some stuff at this
particular place.  When the sexy runner had chased Joan she had left her
expensive and stylish pink running shoes behind.  She had come to collect
them and that -(TM)s how she and Joan finally met.

   The runner approached Joan and looked at her suspiciously.  Not only was
she convinced that this was the very woman that had stolen her clothes this
morning.  To top it off she was wearing her Sarong.  The very Sarong she
had sold just a little while ago.  This had to be some kind of joke!  It
was the second time today that she felt overexposed, and again it had to do
with this very wicked beauty.  She looked at her angrily, barely containing
herself not to rip the Sarong off her and take it back.

   Joan was completely taken by surprise to run into the sexy runner once
again.  This place was much too small to stay here any longer!  She had not
even thought of this morning -(TM)s incidents any more.  Now she was taken
aback by the unexpected chance meeting at the beach.  She didn -(TM)t know
what to say.  The girl was glaring at her and Joan figured that she had
recognised her.  So Joan just stared at her.  Interesting.  So far she had
not seen any other woman wearing such a skimpy bikini.  Actually even back
home she only knew one single person except for herself who dared to wear
so little in public.  Her best friend Jackie.  Joan raised an eyebrow. 
Very interesting indeed. 

   The runner got intimidated by Joan scrutinizing her.  She got even more
aware how much skin she bared wearing only the tiniest bikini.  Then she
realised that her opponent was naked under the Sarong.  No tan lines.  She
could even detect that her pussy was clean shaven.   -�Just like mine --
-�, she could not help to think.  So they both had something in common. 
None of them was decently dressed.  The runner was also impressed by Joan
-(TM)s striking beauty.  This girl looked like a Playboy Playmate.  She
knew pretty well that she wasn -(TM)t bad herself, but she didn -(TM)t have
these lush curves.

   Finally, Joan spoke.   -�I like your hairdo -�.  It may sound corny, but
it wasn -(TM)t the worst way to begin.  The runner kept her stance and
looked at Joan ill-tempered.   -�Nice tan -�, she spat.   -�Great bikini
-�, Joan returned with a mocking smile.  A slight blush appeared on the
runner -(TM)s face.  She wanted to stay cool, but instinctively made a
quick check if had not gotten out of place.  She nervously readjusted the
top when she realised that some areola had slipped into view.  She was
intimidated, but still she tried to intimidate Joan as well.   -�I like
your Sarong.  Where did you get it? -� Now it was Joan that started to
blush.  In that very moment she realised that by pure coincidence she
happened to have received the runner -(TM)s Sarong.  Hers of all people! 
This actually was pretty funny.   -�Err, it -(TM)s a long story -- -� At
first Joan tried to stay serious.  After all she was confronted with the
very girl she had robbed just a few hours ago.  But she could not control
herself very long.  Joan tried to supress it, but soon she was spluttering
and finally a burst of laughter shook her whole body. 

   Joan -(TM)s laughter was heartily and infectious.  The runner joined in.
When they had calmed down they introduced themselves to each other.  The
runner -(TM)s name was Ina.   -�Let -(TM)s have a drink! -�

   They collected her things.  Joan put on her pink micro-bikini, and Ina
was impressed to find that they had the same fashion taste.  Other than
Ina, Joan now was somewhat representable, with the sarong mostly
neutralizing the revealing bikini.  Ina glanced at the clothes Joan was
carrying with curiosity.   -�Are you going to give me a little fashion show
later? -� Joan smiled.   -�Maybe. -�

   When they were nearing main street again, Joan noticed Ina -(TM)s
discomfort in amusement.  Obviously she wasn -(TM)t cool with walking the
busy street wearing only her tiny bikini.  Now they both had already
established a certain reputation in a very short time.  Many people had
seen them streaking this morning, and those who hadn -(TM)t had heard about
it.  They were the talk of the village.  And Joan of course was even more
known for her various public exposures.  So despite the fact that they both
were violating the local rules of courtesy, people reacted friendly and
smiled at them.  Ina was much too abashed to notice that Joan and her were
regarded with favour.  But Joan realised it.  She had gone through some
drastic adventures in exposure already and had learned not to feel too bad
about it.  And of course her modelling experience was of help.  Ina turned
to Joan and a blush was spreading on her face.   -�Sorry, but I don -(TM)t
think I can have a drink with you dressed like this. -� Joan tried to
convince her that she looked great and that she should loosen up.  And she
suggested that Ina might go to her lodging and get changed first.  Now the
blush on Ina -(TM)s face was blossoming.  It turned out that Ina didn
-(TM)t even dare to go back to her apartment.  There were two groups of
young guys who already had been trying to make a pass at her during the
last days, and she did not want to encounter them exposing so much skin. 
Ina actually coursed herself for her own stupid greed for money.  Of course
Joan asked her why then she had sold her Sarong.  Ina felt like making a
total fool of herself.  She had to admit that she had been blinded and
tempted by the sheer amount of money they had offered her.  Joan was
impressed.  She made a mental note that this girl was willing to expose
herself for a certain amount of cash  -" just like her.  Interesting!

   Still Joan was short of cash.  And she had already proved to be a
survivor when it came to public exposure.  In addition, she wanted to
impress Ina.  And maybe even provoke her and give her an example that would
help her to loosen up.  And actually she felt much more relaxed and simply
safer, now that she was no longer on her own.  That -(TM)s why the idea
occurred to Joan to sell the sarong back to Ina.  Of course for a prize
adequate to the situation.  It wasn -(TM)t only for the money, Joan also
wanted to humiliate Ina a bit.  It wasn -(TM)t from cruelty it was all
about competitiveness.  Joan charged her the double of the amount Ina had
received for the sarong before.  After all, giving it away did not only
solve Ina -(TM)s problem, it would also put Joan on display, wearing
nothing but her tiny pink micro-bikini.  So the prize actually was kind of
reasonable.  Still, Ina wasn -(TM)t too happy with the deal, but she
agreed.

   Still Joan almost reckoned without her host.  When she shed from the
sarong to reveal her scantily clad body, immediately a small crowd
gathered, full of expectation what the two gorgeous renowned exhibitionists
were up to next.  For a moment both Joan and Ina stood there wearing only
the skimpiest bikinis possible.  Ina hurriedly put on the sarong and now it
was Joan -(TM)s turn to blush.  She realized that everybody was expecting
her to put on some kind of a show.  This was pretty embarrassing.  With
trembling hands Joan adjusted the side ties of her G-string-bottoms.  And
then it happened.  Some one-of-a-kind clumsiness made Joan undo the bow tie
with one soft unintentional tug.  Before she knew the material followed
gravity and hung around her thigh, revealing her shaven pussy.  Joan
hastily tried to grab it.  The tiny bikini top though was not designed for
quick motion.  Both tits slipped from its tiny cups and into view.  In a
reflex Joan brought both hand up to cover her tits, but in the heat of the
moment she failed to release the grip of the bikini bottom.  So Joan
succeeded to cover her tits very fast, but then she realised that she still
held the material of her bottoms.  She had accidentally completely deprived
herself of the G-string-bottom.  Her audience was grateful and content. 
They took it for an intentional stunt.  Joan received applause and cheers.
Ina stared at her in amusement and disbelief.   -�What are you doing, crazy
chick? -� she exclaimed.  Joan was shocked and stunned.  Now, Joan was not
the only person around who was competitive!  Being a sportswoman, Ina was
most competitive as well.  And after kind of having been forced to streak
by Joan this morning, Ina considered this a good opportunity for a little
payback.  She snatched the tiny piece of cloth from the dumbfounded Joan
-(TM)s trembling hands, turned and ran.   -�If you catch me, the first
drink is on me! -� she laughed.  So Joan dashed past her, with no chance of
covering herself while trying to catch up with Ina, that ran her fastest
along main street, swinging Joan -(TM)s G-string-bottoms over her head,
laughing and enjoying her victory.  Joan didn -(TM)t stand a chance against
the athletic Ina who was a very good runner.  She chased her up and down
main street twice, and the people just loved the sight they gave.  They
were laughing and cheering.  Joan was not happy with the turn of events at
all, but she kind of understood what this was for.  An eye for an eye, a
tooth for a tooth.

   When Ina finally stopped to wait for Joan, the depantsed model, whose
boobs also had been bobbing freely all the time, felt more than relieved.
She was humiliated and just the same Joan knew that she kind of deserved
it. And apart from the fact that she hated it how much faster than her Ina
could run, she secretly loved the surprised and happy stares, the lewd
comments, the applause and the cheering, the strange feeling of revealing
her perfect body to the world, and the tingling all over her body in doing
so, which she started to dread less and to enjoy more.

   Ina laughed and captured Joan with her phone as she got closer.  Other
than Joan thought her ordeal wasn -(TM)t over yet.   -�Where -(TM)s my
bikini-bottom? -�, she gasped.   -�Ops!  Lost it! -� Ina beamed with
satisfaction.  She had felt most uncomfortable wearing only her tiny bikini
at first, then she had felt humiliated to pay so much for getting her
sarong back.  The change from then on had been most satisfying for Ina. 
She had her revenge on Joan by running away with her bikini bottoms which
now were hidden.  But what had been much more important for her was that
she had beaten Joan in sports.  This was a big turn on for her, and Ina was
excited and happy as she could be.  Because her even bigger turn on was to
put Joan in her place.  So she laughed in Joan -(TM)s face and refused to
return the bikini-bottom -(TM)s to Joan. 

   So Joan had no other choice but to put on what she got.

   Joan had two choices.  She could put on her hot-pants with the
bikini-top or the mini dress, that had to be worn - without question for a
fashion junkie like Joan - without anything like bra or bikini-top.  The
fetish harness teddy of course was out of question.

   Obviously the combination of her hot-pants with the bikini-top was much
safer.  Not only had the sexy mini dress the neckline plunging to just
below the belly button and it had an extremely low cut back, actually it
was practically backless.  The mini dress also was much too short to be
worn without panties.  So the choice given might appear easy as pie.  But
bear in mind that Joan and Ina were establishing some kind of challenge. 
Each of them wanted to prove something to the other, without really knowing
what, why and what for.  Obviously Joan was in the lead on the field of
being bolder and Ina was on the lead of being racier.  For the moment
being, Joan knew that she could not beat Ina in sports, just as much as Ina
was too modest to display her beautiful curves like Joan did.  Joan wanted
to surpass Ina, no matter how.  Evidently it was much better to extend her
lead on boldness then to try to catch up in athletics.  That -(TM)s why
Joan chose to put on the mini dress, although it was a dress made for late
night clubbing, and it was the middle of the day.  Joan and Ina linked
arms, and Joan led them to the very bar where she had been robbed
yesterday. She counted on the waiter granting them special treatment,
something like free drinks.

   Little did they know that they had just started their own peculiar kind
of wicked competition that would give distinction to their relationship in
the future.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 14

   Part 14  -" New kinds of challenges

   So Joan entered the bar wearing nothing under that beautiful but very
daring dress.  It wasn -(TM)t that she had not been that scantily dressed
before, but wearing a sexy club dress in broad daylight was different  -"
and never before she had dared to go pantyless in such a short dress.  The
dress was great for posing, but it was not easy to move without flashing
boobs.  It turned out that sitting on a barstool was the worst choice. 
Joan could not avoid the skirt to ride up.  And however much she struggled
to sit up straight, seated it was almost impossible to keep her boobs from
slipping into view.  To make matters worse, Joan was determined not to show
the slightest sign of weakness to Ina.  That meant that she had to act as
if she did not bother at all about flashing her tits. 

   But actually Joan had started to worry a lot about having exposed her
body to countless complete strangers during the last two days.  Back home
already she of course had loved to flaunt her body.  But this generally had
happened to impress friends or to attract men.  Her adventures back home
had never been much about being nude in public.  Of course, on occasion
public exposure had happened, but only as a side-effect.  Where was this
all leading to?  Joan also was bothered, because she noticed pretty well,
that she had gained a local reputation, but what kind of a reputation?  It
did not serve to command peoples respect, or did it?  But there was more.
Joan would have never been able to go that far if she had not found a
disturbing kind of enjoyment.  The sensations she felt while being put on
display were worrying her the most.  She had to admit to herself that it
got her excited and aroused, but didn -(TM)t that make her a pervert? 

   Still Joan forced herself to pretend to take it easy to impress Ina.  Of
course Ina was most impressed, but at the same time Joan -(TM)s nonchalance
to her exposure attracted more and more attention.  Her boobs had almost
completely slipped into view, and Joan did nothing about it and coolly
sipped her drink, chatting with Ina, acting as if she did not realise her
exposure.

   The waiter of course recognised Joan, and just like she had hoped he
supplied them with free drinks.  Other than Joan thought it was not because
of yesterday -(TM)s incident.  Joan and Ina  -" both gorgeous and scantily
clad  -" attracted lots of customers.  Of course they attracted only a
certain kind of customers, though -- More and more groups of males occupied
the tables near them.

   Anyway, they chatted, enjoying the free drinks.  To cut a long story
short, Joan and Ina actually made friends with each other.  While Joan
worked as a bikini and lingerie model, Ina was a physiotherapist and
instructor at her local gym.  Fitness and health was all the world to her
and it showed on her body.  Both young women knew that both of them were
strikingly attractive.  Ina was slim, petite and athletic.  Joan had curves
and bigger boobs, but her body also showed that she was working out a lot.
They had a lot in common.  For example, originally Ina had started her
holidays in Thailand together with her boyfriend, and - just like Joan -
she had broken up in dispute.  Ina was reluctant to confess that the
argument actually had started about her skimpy bikini that her boyfriend
considered much too provocative for Thailand.  Of course they considered
themselves soulmates before long.  It turned out that Ina had kept the
apartment that she and her boyfriend had rented, and after a few drinks
they decided that Joan would move in.  Of course Joan gave a rough summary
of her story so far, omitting the many humiliating bits.  Joan also
preferred NOT to tell about the fact that she had started with no money at
all, how she had earned and lost money.  And she also kept secret that she
still was kind of in need to summon up money.  But of course Ina asked her
about the sexy dress Joan had on.   -�Where did you get that from?  Here,
in this village? -� This was a legitimate question that Joan was not
willing to honestly answer to her new friend yet.  Ina noticed Joan -(TM)s
discomfort talking about it, but curiosity made her dig deeper.  Remember
that Joan was carrying all her clothing with her, so she had hung them on
the cross-bracing of her bar stool.  The hot-pants and the bikini-top were
sexy but nothing really extraordinary.  Ina -(TM)s eyes caught the fetish
harness teddy, and this of course was different.   -�What is this? -� Now
it was time for Joan to blush.  Why did she even still carry it with her?
She could not even explain it to herself.  She could have thrown it away
long ago, or was she really thinking to put that number on again?  There
was no denying that it was strange that she had kept it.  Joan -(TM)s blush
deepened as Ina grabbed the harness and held it up to look at it.  Everyone
could see it.  Ina could not believe it,  -�You can -(TM)t be serious --
-�. Everyone around would have loved to see one of them wearing that thing.
 -�Put it down, everyone can see it! -� Joan hissed.  Ina had to laugh,
Joan -(TM)s discomfort was priceless.  Probably Ina was a bit tipsy, or
maybe she felt that Joan deserved a little more revenge from her.  She
raised the harness and to Joan -(TM)s dismay she exclaimed,  -�Who wants to
see my friend putting that one on? -� They had the full attention of
everyone around, and all hands raised, including Ina -(TM)s.   -�Stop! -�
Joan hissed, now flashing scarlet.   -�Don -(TM)t be a poor sport, you are
practically naked anyway -- -� It wasn -(TM)t that Ina actually expected
Joan to do it, she only wanted to humiliate her a bit more.  Everybody
started thumping the table and cheered her on to do it.  Joan squirmed with
shame and humiliation, but just the same her defiance started to grow. 
Against better judgement Joan started to consider doing it.  After all, she
was a lingerie and bikini model, she was used to pose scantily clad.  Of
course, this was a fetish outfit and it left her boobs and pussy bare.  But
Ina was right, they had seen all of her already anyway.  Why worry?  After
what she had experienced during the last days this was a piece of cake,
wasn -(TM)t it?  And Joan could turn the tables on Ina, so why hesitate? 
Why not?  Maybe Joan was a bit tipsy as well.   -�Why not  -- -� Joan heard
herself say, loud enough for everybody to hear.  She was kind of surprised
at her words herself,  -� -- but only if you drop the sarong at the same
time and give it back to me for the walk to your apartment.  And you will
go and collect the patron -(TM)s tips for us -- -� Clapping and cheering
followed that announcement.  This of course attracted the attention of
everybody near, and before long a crowd of people formed in front of the
terrace of the bar.  For the newcomers it wasn -(TM)t clear what the rush
was all about, but it was pretty obvious that it had to do with the two
gorgeous tourists.

   This was backfiring on Ina much faster then she had bargained for.  Now
it was her time to blush.  Ina knew that she was trapped.  She had started
it, and now she could not extricate herself from it, could she?  Ina felt
most uncomfortable wearing her skimpy bikini away from a beach.  And Joan
-(TM)s suggestion meant that she had to walk home wearing only the bikini,
which she dreaded even more than to cope with the dare here at the bar. 
And of course handing back the sarong to Joan again meant that she was put
into place by her new friend one more time.  But Ina was not willing to
chicken out now, after all she was very proud of her body and actually it
wasn -(TM)t such a big difference to flaunt it on the beach or to show it
off here, wasn -(TM)t it?  And all eyes would be drawn to Joan anyway,
because she would be completely exposed.  Ina -(TM)s heart was racing when
without a word she unceremoniously removed the sarong.  This left her
wearing nothing but her micro bikini.

   The bet was on!  The bar fell silent, all eyes were set on the duo,
especially lingering expectantly on Joan.  Almost everybody had their phone
ready to capture the event.

   It would have almost come to an end at this very point.  Both Joan and
Ina failed to notice that the waiter wanted to bring it all to an end when
the crowd had started to get wild and loud.  He feared that things would
get out of hand and he did not want to risk his licence.  But by chance a
wealthy patron had a few drinks with the local police officer at the bar,
and both men motioned the waiter to stay cool.  The wealthy man bought a
big round for the entire bar.  So instead of intervening the waiter
announced a round of free drinks for everyone.  The mood improved even
more.

   Joan and Ina also got another drink, which they gulped down to settle
their nervousness.  Both young women had shaking hands.   -�Are you sure
you want to do it?  Everyone has his phone out -- -� Ina whispered, her
face was alternating between pale and flushed.  Joan raised an eyebrow and
gave a sly mocking smile,  -�Of course! -� Well, of course not!  Joan
noticed her shaking hands and could not believe what was happening.  How
did she end up in a situation again where she was displaying her body in
the nude?  And wasn -(TM)t it even worse wearing that fetish outfit?  But
at least she wasn -(TM)t blindfolded and cuffed like last night, this was
much easier, she tried to encourage herself.  And there was it again, the
tingling spreading all over her body.  Joan braced herself.  If she had to
strip her slinky dress in front of everybody, she would do it her way.  If
this had to happen, she was willing to get the best out of it, and to earn
a little extra.   -�I -(TM)m going to raise those tips -- -� And in order
to be able do so she had to block out her surroundings and to focus
completely on her new friend.   -�Go girl! -�, she told herself.

   Joan turned away from Ina, actually turning her butt to her, playfully
looking over her shoulder.  Pouting her lips.  Joan had taken quite a lot
of striptease and pole dance classes for her work as a model.  Suffice to
say that it had turned out beneficial for her private life as well.  Joan
loved to show her skills and was not willing to simply take off the dress
without putting on a little show.   -�Let -(TM)s see if I can impress Ina
with this -- -�, Joan thought to herself.  She bent deeply from her waist,
raising the dress and lingered to allow Ina to appreciate her shaved pussy,
then she returned to vertical.  This motion had made her boobs slip from
the top completely.  Ina was blushing scarlet,  -�Joan, you don -(TM)t have
to -- you -- you don -(TM)t need to -- -� she stammered.  Joan blew her a
kiss and raised her arms above her head and sensually swayed her chest from
side to side, making her boobs jiggle enticingly.  Then her hands undid the
halter ties and ever so slowly Joan lowered the dress with gyrating hips
until it lay crumpled to her feet.  Now she was stark naked.  The bar had
fallen completely silent.  Everybody watched in awe.  In her mind, Joan put
on this little show exclusively for Ina, but of course she had a much
bigger audience.  Now on to that harness --

   Now stripping from the skimpy dress was easy, the harness was different.
But Joan had learned a lot in her striptease classes, and she knew the best
way to deal with a complicated outfit and keep the show entertaining and
sexy.  It was so simple!  Just pick and assistant!  It would keep the show
fresh, exciting and add steam.   -�Please, help me, Ina, I need your
assistance with this -- -� and just raised her arms above her head.  Joan
had to refrain from laughing, Ina -(TM)s facial expression was priceless.
It was obvious that she was most uncomfortable.

   Ina was not too happy about the turn of events.  Joan overdid completely
what Ina had started.  Why did she perform kind of a striptease in public?
The audience grew, and everybody was staring at their direction.  Of course
most eyes were on the stark naked Joan, even Ina could not take her eyes of
Joan.  How could she have the guts to expose herself so shamelessly?  But
quite a few men also tried to get Ina -(TM)s attention, making thumb up
signs and motioned her to strip naked as well.  And if this wasn -(TM)t bad
enough, now Joan wanted her to take part in her show.  How could Ina
possibly refuse after she had started the whole thing?

   So reluctantly Ina agreed to become Joan -(TM)s sexy assistant for her
task to model the harness.  It didn -(TM)t help that Ina wasn -(TM)t immune
to Joan -(TM)s charms.  Now Ina was no dyke, but she was a free spirit,
open minded and not unexperienced with women.  Being a sports junkie she
had been in various sports teams, and there had been opportunities to
satisfy her curiosity.  And for a period that lasted much longer than
anyone of them had expected, something special had come into vogue among
Ina -(TM)s sports team.  They had helped each other to fulfil fantasies of
their boyfriends.  Some requested to watch their girlfriend with another
girl some had wanted to experience having a threesome with two girls.  Ina
had always been one of the cutest girls, so she had been asked to take part
in these games often.  The second reason she had been asked often was that
Ina never had said no.  That -(TM)s why Ina wasn -(TM)t shy to touch a
woman, but of course not in public in front of a huge audience of complete
strangers, aiming at them with their phones.   -�You know that we are
getting captured? -�, she asked Joan.  Her new friend did not seem to
listen, she just laughed at her audience and enticingly wiggled her butt. 

   Joan had indeed lost control.  She might have been a bit tipsy, but most
of all she was beaming with joy and excitement.  She loved the brilliant
way she had skilfully managed to turn the tables on Ina.  Joan loved to
compete, and now she had the upper hand.  Triumph, adrenaline and arousal
made her mind swirl, but she felt great.  She loved the lustful eyes on her
body.  All these people were worshipping her beauty!  She felt like struck
by lightning when Ina touched her oversensitive hot skin.  From the shocked
expression on Ina -(TM)s face Joan could tell that her new friend knew
exactly what was going on.  Joan was heavily aroused. 

   Ina started with the halter neck tie, then she began to fasten the
belted straps on Joan -(TM)s front.  It was practically inevitable that her
hands brushed Joan -(TM)s tits.  Ina noticed that Joan -(TM)s nipples stood
fully erect and felt tempted to suck on them.  But of course not in front
of everybody.  But still the nipples, so pert and hard, pointing out, were
demanding attention.  Ina reached out and playfully pinched Joan's nipple.
The audience gasped in unisono.   -�Yeah! -� someone yelled.  Joan jumped
and shuddered at the sudden move, but closed her eyes and let out a quiet
sigh and then licked her lips slowly.  Ina cupped her entire breast in her
hand and as the firmness fills it, she tightened the grip.  Ina could tell
that Joan was willing to let her have her way with her in front of
everybody.  Ina gathered her senses and withdrew.  She fiddled with the
belts.  Before long she fastened the third and last belt, the lowest, that
closed right above Joan -(TM)s lower belly.  The sight of Joan -(TM)s pussy
right before her eyes was too tempting for Ina.  She moved her hand down
and onto her thigh and started to move it towards Joan -(TM)s crotch.  The
audience was silent and watched in awe.  Joan spread her legs a little
wider, allowing better access.  Ina -(TM)s fingernails lightly brushed her
shaved slit.  Playfully she slipped one fingertip between her smooth lips
and immediately felt the wetness beyond.  Now Ina could not resist to play
at least a little more.  She ran her finger up and down, from her hole to
her clit and back again.  Joan -(TM)s hands were shaking.  Who had the
upper hand now?  Ina wanted to prove that it was her.  She took her hand
away, making Joan wince and moan with frustration, and placed that same
finger into Joan -(TM)s mouth.  WHAT THE ...!!!



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 15

   Part 15  -" Who -(TM)s got the upper hand now?

   WHAT THE ...!!!  Joan opened her eyes in shock and surprise.  To her
this was most humiliating.  She did not like to taste her own juices.  She
sure loved to get licked, but she refused to kiss after cunnilingus.  Other
than Ina she did not have any experience with women.  That -(TM)s why it
was like a cold shower.  Actually, a cold shower in need.  Things had been
much too close to get completely out of hand.  Joan stepped back from Ina
filled with indignation.  Her facial expression was priceless!  Ina had to
refrain from laughing. 

   Of course Joan knew that it was her own fault.  Her plan to humiliate
Ina by involving her in her striptease had backfired.  Now with her boobs
and pussy exposed to a big audience and with the taste of her own juices on
her lips she no longer felt on top.  She looked at Ina with determination,
-�Now let -(TM)s get this over with.  Please go and collect the tips. -�

   Ina did not like the idea of approaching the people, but of course she
had to keep her words.  A patron offered his hat to her, to collect the
money in it.   -�But I want to have a taste of your finger -- -� What a
pervert!  Ina allowed him to suck in her index finger, still with remains
of Joan -(TM)s pussy juices on it.  To her surprise it felt much better
than she had expected.  He slid his tongue over her sensitive fingertips,
sending waves throughout Ina -(TM)s whole body.  He kept nibbling on it and
Ina felt her knees weaken.  This was nice!  He noticed her reaction and
increased his efforts.  Keeping his lips closed around her finger he
skilfully and ever so softly teased Ina -(TM)s fingertip.  Ina tensed up,
her whole body started tp respond.  Better stop it right away!   -�Enough.
-� She quickly turned away.  Her micro bikini top did nothing to hide that
her nipples had become erect.

   Now Ina did the round and collected mostly generous tips with her heart
racing.  She could almost feel the eyes roaming over her body.  She was
surprised that nobody tried to cop a feel and relaxed a bit.  Of course
everybody was staring at her, but the comments were nice.  Most simply
complimented her looks and how ice she had done with Joan.  Joan after all
still stood at their table, baring her boobs and pussy, calling out that
they should not be stingy.  They weren -(TM)t. 

   So it all went pretty well, until a middle-aged fat man stood himself in
the centre and exclaimed, he would love to see Ina wearing that harness. 
It was the wealthy man who already had bought a big round for the entire
bar.  He was happy that finally something exciting was happening in this
boring village, and he wanted to savour it fully.  He suggested Ina and
Joan should exchange outfits, and he was willing to double the loot.  
-�How about it? -�, he glared at the young women provocatively. 

   Joan was in immediately.  She was baring all, what could she lose? 
Other than the wealthy man, Joan at this moment was not aware that Ina
-(TM)s micro bikini was way too small for her.  As Joan had bigger boobs,
the top would look ridiculous on her and cover almost nothing.

   Ina of course was shocked and stunned.  Showing off in public was new to
her.  Of course she had some kind of experience with it.  After working
out, she loved to flaunt her beautiful body to the other girls under the
showers.  She used to tan in the nude, but not in search for an audience.
She remembered that only once an elderly man had clearly observed her, and
it had been fun to tease him a little by doing some exercises in the nude.
And of course she loved to wear sexy workout clothes that showed her great
body.  Apart from that she had no experience with exposing herself in
public.  Although their audience behaved properly so far Ina couldn't get
her head around exposing herself like Joan did.  She saw Joan -(TM)s
encouraging smile.   -�You can do it  -" look at me, it -(TM)s no big deal!
-� Ina just shook her head no.   -�Listen, I am not going to expose my tits
and pussy with all these people capturing it -- -� Joan misunderstood Ina
purposely, she turned towards their audience and exclaimed,  -�Okay  -" all
phones down and you -(TM)ll get a special treat from us.  An encore you
might like -- But no more capturing! -� Everybody dropped theirs phones
immediately.   -�If we see anyone trying to capture us, the show is over,
is it understood? -� Everybody nodded dutifully. 

   Ina wanted to interrupt Joan and tell her that her decision did not
depend on being captured or not.  She just didn -(TM)t have the guts to
show off her tits and pussy like Joan did.  But of course, they had talked
about finding a spot to tan in the nude, and it had been Ina who had
suggested to just ignore the local rules and simply get naked at the main
beach if they did not find out about special spots.  That had been a bit
swanky of course.  And now Joan did not seem to have the least doubt that
it was no problem at all to Ina to bare herself practically completely,
even worse, put on a kinky fetish outfit that put her tits and pussy
completely on display.  It was her own fault, Ina cursed herself.  She had
tried to impress Joan, and now it was backfiring on her.  Her new friend
did not seem to have the least idea how embarrassing the whole situation
already was for Ina, and carelessly exhibiting herself Joan seemed to prove
that she was comfortable with self-display. 

   Then Ina visualised herself running along main street this morning
completely naked, chasing after Joan.  She had already shown everything. 
And had it been terrible?  At first, she had not even been aware of it! 
Then she had rushed back all the way to her apartment completely naked,
most aware of her complete exposure.  Back in the safety of her apartment
Ina had first felt humiliated and devastated.  But after a long shower she
had felt much better and actually she had started to laugh and had told
herself,  -�I should do this more often -- -� Now here was the chance to
explore the experience a bit further, wasn -(TM)t it?  Wearing only her
skimpiest micro bikini it did not make such a great difference anyway, didn
-(TM)t it?  When she had started wearing those skimpy bikinis a few years
ago, she had told herself,  -�You have such a beautiful body...  Why not
show it off a little bit?" Why not take things a bit further?  After all
she was far away from home, nobody around here knew her, and nobody back
home would ever find out about it.  And right here in Thailand she seemed
to have run in exactly the right person to find out about that hidden
exhibitionistic side of her, which was willing to go further than ever
before back home.  Somehow Joan had sparked her hidden adventurous side,
and Ina secretly started to like it.  At least her curiosity was peaked. 
And she could even considerably fill up her holiday piggy bank.  But still
Ina was hesitant. 

    -�Come on  -" I -(TM)ll give you back the sarong, so you -(TM)ll be
decently covered afterwards! -� Joan encouraged her.   -�All right, I
-(TM)ll do it! -� Ina exclaimed.  She almost regretted it immediately, as
the audience started clapping and cheering, and Ina realised that she might
have overestimated herself.  Ina gulped down a fresh drink.  On to it!

   Joan quickly removed the harness and stood next to Ina in all her naked
glory.  She wondered why she had always refused to do nudes.  Back home she
would have to talk to her agent.  She realised that showing off her body
was not an issue with so many people around.  First, she felt safe with so
many people watching  -" if someone started doing funny things there would
be enough people around to intervene.  Second, she did not have to make eye
contact, the whole situation was completely different from exposing herself
to a single person or a small group.  There was no real contact
established, which helped a lot.  Still, her body was tingling all over,
Joan seemed to feel the eyes roaming over her body like soft touches.  But
she was no longer mortified or nervous, she could enjoy exposing herself
unrestrictedly.  At least that -(TM)s what Joan felt like in this very
moment.  Now she waited impatiently for Ina to peel from her tiny bikini. 

   Ina was not happy at all with the turn of events.  Gulping down the
drink had made matters worse, because now she felt the alcohol quite
strongly.  Instead of settling her nerves Ina felt like losing control,
which was completely against her sporty and body-conscious character and
way of life.  She tried to gather her senses.  This all took way too long
for Joan who stood beside her, already stark naked and waiting for her to
strip and hand over the bikini.  To the big amusement of their audience,
Joan grabbed the strings of the bikini top and pulled, leaving her friend
topless.  Ina had nice average tits, maybe slightly smaller than average,
but with her deep all over tan they looked spectacular on her slim fit
body. The audience gasped and sure liked what they saw.  Many chuckled,
because the look on Ina -(TM)s face was priceless as her tits got suddenly
exposed.  But surprise and boozed as Ina was she did not even try to cover
her tits.  Ina -(TM)s face was flushing beat red.  Her mind raced.  What
kind of a crazy girl had she run into?  This could not be happening!

   Joan giggled, but her next move was too predictable.  This time Ina
counterattacked.  When Joan loosened the waistband of the G-string bottom
Ina reached out and slapped Joan sharply on her butt with a loud smack. 
Now it was Ina who started giggling at Joan -(TM)s face.  Joan had jumped
in pain and surprise.  It was a bit humiliating to get slapped on her butt,
especially in front of an audience.  But of course Joan understood as well
that it had to be more than slightly humiliating for Ina to get deprived of
her bikini in front of an audience.  So Joan put up a brave front although
her butt cheek was still burning a bit from the blow.   -�Hmmm, that was a
nice one -�, Joan provocatively purred, in order not to show the slightest
sign of weakness to Ina.  Of course Joan wanted to strike back, but she did
not stand a chance against Ina.  Ina was not only an athletic woman she
also knew quite a bit of martial arts.  Before Joan knew it, she found
herself down on her knees, face down to the floor and bottoms up, as if
presenting herself to the audience. 

   What happened next came a total surprise to Joan, and mostly it happened
because Ina wasn -(TM)t used to alcohol and had kind of lost her
inhibitions.  It wasn -(TM)t about hurting Joan it was about humiliating
her. 

   SMACK!!!  A hot sting on one side of Joan -(TM)s bottom accompanied the
sound of Ina slapping her butt cheek.  SMACK!!  The other side.  Ina -(TM)s
palms moved up and down the length of Joan -(TM)s backside, sometimes
smacking upwards on the lower curve of her butts making the cheeks bounce
upwards, or smacking the outside curve towards her hip, but mostly she
spanked the prominent centre of each cheek.  Nobody in the audience had
ever seen anything like this.  One naked gorgeous girl overpowering another
gorgeous naked girl.  Joan -(TM)s beautifully rounded butt bounced and
jiggled and became redder and redder Each fiercely stinging smack brought a
whimper or moan from her, and, tossing her head back and forth. 

   The whole spanking did not last long.  Ina only wanted to prove her
point.   -�Don -(TM)t you ever dare to raise a hand against me again, okay?
-� she said with a triumphant smile and let go.  Joan -(TM)s face was
flushing beat red.  What kind of a crazy girl had she run into?  This could
not be happening!



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 16

   Part 16  -" Provoking questionable job opportunities

   Joan got to her feet with shaky legs.  She had never experienced such
deep humiliation, or had she?  Actually it was hard to tell after last days
-(TM) events.  But anyway, she had never been spanked in front of an amazed
audience.  This was not her kind of fun.  She glared at Ina, but her new
friend just smiled and said,  -�You deserved it.  Really.  Think about it.
-� Joan forced herself to return the smile.  Maybe Ina was right.  Still
Joan found that she had gone a bit too far.

   Ina was fidgeting with the harness.  Joan, still stark naked, helped
her, avoiding any unnecessary skin contact.  Now both gorgeous young women
were not only putting their boobs on display but also showed that each of
them had her pussy clean shaven.  Finally, Ina had put on the harness and
did a few slightly clumsy turns.  It wasn -(TM)t that Ina could not do
better, but the situation was much to far-out and she only wanted to get it
over with.   -�Satisfied? -� she asked into direction of the wealthy man. 
-�It suits you very well.  But now let -(TM)s see your friend -- -�

   Joan stood beside Ina still without a stitch of clothes.  She took Ina
-(TM)s micro bikini and finally noticed the catch.  It was only then that
Joan realised, that the micro bikini, which was scant on Ina would not so
much look sexy on her but most of all ridiculous.  At least the top would
not work at all.  Now it wasn -(TM)t the same to her to expose her body or
to put on something which looked ridiculous on her. 

   But maybe --  -�Now let's see how this thing fits -- -�, Joan encouraged
herself and put the micro bikini on.  Her worst fears proved true.  Of
course the micro bikini barely covered her nipples and pussy.  The tiny
triangles of white cloth just managed to cover Joan -(TM)s nipples and left
all of her aureoles exposed.  The G-string bottoms tied at the sides and
the stretchy material formed firmly over her pubic mound and labia
revealing quite the camel-toe.  She had not noticed that on Ina wearing it,
but the material didn't quite reach the outside edges of her pussy lips. 
Joan could tell without checking that the back was nothing but a white
string that disappeared completely between her butt cheeks.  The top did
nothing to hide her erect nipples, in fact it seemed to accentuate them. 
Her labia were clearly outlined by the thin fabric of the bottoms.  Joan
looked down to see what the view between her legs might be like to the
casual observer.  The sight gave her a sudden rush of excitement and she
let out a little gasp.  The hood of her clit was perfectly visible.  Joan
obviously got a bit more than she had bargained for, but she could have
born up to it, if the top at least had stayed in place when she moved.  But
it didn -(TM)t.  No matter how careful she moved, following gravitation her
boobs kept sliding from the top.

   Being a bikini and lingerie model, Joan was comfortable with wearing
sexy clothing.  But being a fashion junkie as well, she could not stand
wearing something that looked ridiculous.  Something that just didn -(TM)t
fit.  So being stark naked was less of a problem to Joan than to wear that
top that just didn -(TM)t stay in place.  This way it kept getting out of
place made her look completely crackbrained.  This of course was not
acceptable for Joan.  She suffered badly.  Much more than ever before
during these crazy days of exposure and humiliation.  Wearing a bikini that
did not fit?  This was the worst!

   The audience did not miss Joan -(TM)s sudden discomfort.  This was funny
and surprising.  Actually Joan again beat Ina in the attraction she gained,
because it was much more entertaining to watch her struggle with the way
too small bikini top than to see Ina exposing boobs and pussy.  For Ina,
the whole ordeal lasted way too long.  The longer she had to expose
herself, the more she got aware how awkward the situation was.  To make
matters worse for a split second she thought she had seen a familiar face
in the crowd.  Her ex.  Could that possibly be?  When they split up
fighting he had said something about going on a hiking trip.  But how could
she know?  She searched the crowd for the face again, but to no avail. 
What a shock!  Her ex was the last person Ina wanted to see her now.  That
-(TM)s why Ina had become most uncomfortable.  She had turned completely
stiff and pale.  Ina felt like fainting, and it showed.

   So both stunningly gorgeous women amused and entertained everyone around
with their sudden complete loss of confidence, which added marvellously to
the sight they gave in those slutty outfits that left nothing to the
imagination.  Joan and Ina had lost it to such an extent that they failed
to notice that people had started to capture them again.  Laughing,
cheering and applause erupted when they finally received their money.  Ina
hastily wrapped the sarong around her body, whereas Joan had to endure her
exposure a little longer. 

    -�I can -(TM)t walk the streets like this! -� Joan was alarmed. 
Wearing a skimpy bikini in public was not an issue to her, but a top that
didn -(TM)t stay in place was no option.  That would actually have been no
problem, if only Joan could have found her clothes.  Joan -(TM)s hot-pants
and bikini-top as well as her dress were gone.  She knew she had them with
her when they had entered the bar, but now they were no longer there. 
Somebody must have snatched them away unnoticed.  But who and why?  Joan
coursed the new turn of events.  She covered her chest with her arms and
scanned the place.  Nothing.  Both her spare outfits obviously were gone.

   Several people among the audience noticed that something was wrong. 
After a while they realised that Joan had been deprived of the dress she
had worn when she had entered the bar.  Strange thing.  There were not many
women in this word who wold dare to wear such attire.  Who might have
stolen it and what for?

   Joan could not bother about it any longer, because a guy in his thirties
approached them and introduced himself as Chris, the owner of the beach bar
in the neighbouring bigger village.  He was a European emigrant who lived
here.  He actually offered them a job, some easy incidental earnings.  His
idea was simple.  He wanted them to tan right next to his bar, as some kind
of extra attraction for his customers, free drinks and a small hand money
included.  Of course he would see for their safety.  Ina felt flattered by
the offer, but showed no sign of interest.  She just smiled at Joan.  
-�What a foolish idea -- -� Being scarce of money Joan had a different view
on the offer, especially because an idea occurred to her how she could kill
two birds with one stone.   -�Trust me, this might not be so bad at all --.
-� Then she turned towards Chris and smiled her most wicked smile.  
-�Triple the cash and we will do it, and to make it more interesting to
everybody, we will do it in the nude. -� Ina was shocked and stunned, but
amazed.  Of course so far there was no hope for tanning in the nude here in
Thailand, what both Joan and her preferred.  But obviously Ina had thought
of finding a secluded place.  But then again, they would have a guardian
and there was some money in it as well.  Ina was always interested in
making extra money, that -(TM)s why she had sold her sarong this morning
despite the fact that this way she was left wearing nothing but her tiny
micro bikini.  And, hell yeah, Ina wanted to keep her sexy all over tan. 
She was really impressed by Joan -(TM)s negotiating skills.  With Joan
-(TM)s boobs slipped from the tiny top and Ina -(TM)s boobs hardly covered
by the sarong, it was practically impossible to reject Joan -(TM)s offer.
They both looked so hot.  Chris smiled lewdly and simply said  -�Deal -�.
The next day they should show up at his bar in the afternoon.  He left. 
Ina gave Joan thumbs up signs, grinning adventuresomely.  What a crazy but
great idea!

   The next offer came from the wealthy man who had made them switch
outfits.  He came over, and invited them to his place to collect the cash,
obviously he didn -(TM)t have that amount of money on him.  He told them to
come over tomorrow morning and take their time to consider whether they
were interested to adorn a cruise with his motor yacht on the coming
weekend.  All they had to do was to show off their fit bodies in sexy
bikinis.  Joan exchanged a glance with Ina.  Ina knew what Joan was
considering now, but for the moment being she just blushed.  Joan of course
wanted to do it and to get more money by offering to go stark naked.  But
she noticed that Ina was hesitant and decided to be considerate of her new
friend.  They had to talk about it unhurriedly.  This was nothing Joan had
not done before, although she had only gone topless on these occasions, not
stark naked.  But just like in these past assignments Joan was willing to
participate if the compensation was reasonable.

   Still, Joan felt uncomfortable wearing that ridiculous way to tiny
bikini top.  And of course Ina did not feel sufficiently covered as well,
wearing nothing but the fetish harness under her sarong, after all this
left her boobs and pussy bare and the sarong did not do enough to hide it.

   But Joan and Ina had a run of good luck.  There was a solution.  An
Asian emerged from the crowd and spoke to them.  He was a local who spoke
some English.  He was just a little older than their age, mid-twenties, a
nerdy fat guy with greasy long hair.  Joan would never have messed about
with that kind of jerk.  But now she needed a little help, so she listened
to him.   -�You both look like you could need something to wear.  I can
help.  Just wait here -- -� 

   Joan adjusted her bikini top, they got another drink, and as Joan and
Ina cheered each other the movement made Joan -(TM)s boobs slip free from
the top again.  It was futile, and so Joan waited for the return of the
Asian without bothering to cover again.  Everybody in the bar had seen
anything anyway.

   The Asian returned surprisingly fast, carrying two small box, exactly
the kind of box Joan recently had browsed through.  To her still all Asians
looked the same, but she remembered that last night -(TM)s guy had worn
glasses.  So she assumed that now she had met his brother, the one that he
ran the online shop with. 

   This one though did not even ask their measurements, and when Joan
noticed what he had picked for them, it became clear why he did not need
to. He had picked a leopard print bikini with small triangle cups.   -�One
Size Fits Most -� said the package.  The special feature were thin clear
halter straps and clear underbust straps with a tie back closure, and
matching micro bottoms with clear straps and thong back.

   Actually Joan was delighted, the set was perfect for tanning.  From the
back she would be completely exposed, and the view from the front was
spectacular as well, as there were three tiny pieces of cloth magically
held in place by clear straps covering pussy and nipples.  Joan loved the
bikini. 

   Ina was not so keen on running around in public with a completely
exposed back side.  Of course this morning she had opted for the micro
bikini, and it really didn -(TM)t make much of a difference.  But still it
was a bit strange to know that she looked like being completely naked from
behind.  She thanked him but renounced putting it on, she preferred to take
back her micro bikini from Joan, which actually was a little less
provocative.  But only a little. 

   This occasion led to the third job offer.  The brothers were planning to
spice up their website by showing videos of models wearing the outfits they
sold.  This time Ina was tempted, she had never modelled before and was
eager to try it out.  Joan had met the brother before and did not really
want to run into him again.  After all he had kicked her out wearing only a
fetish outfit, blindfolded and with her wrists shackled and a load of cum
on her chest.  And Joan had seen their goods.  Most of it had been on the
kinky side.  Joan was willing to pose in lingerie and bikinis, but so far
had stayed away from fetish wear and things like this.  So she was
reluctant, although her modelling contract did not count for Asia.  Maybe
she could try out new things here, but with that guy who had treated her so
mean?  Now it was Ina that gleefully accepted the offer and promised that
they would show up at his place soon.  After Joan had talked them into
tanning in the nude at the beach bar, what could she say?



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 17

   Part 17  -" Joan -(TM)s major insight on exhibitionism

   Both of them were in a frisky adventurous mood and a bit drunk when they
encountered Ina -(TM)s neighbours on their way back to her apartment.  A
group of young guys about their age.  They had seen Ina rush home stark
naked this morning, and now they were more than delighted to see her again,
together with a practically naked bombshell. 

   Now this was exactly what Ina had dreaded the most.  Those guys had
stripped her with their eyes each time she had passed them.  Although she
wore the same outfit she had worn this morning, micro bikini plus sarong,
now her company of course attracted even greater attention.  Joan wore the
slinky bikini and looked simply hot.  Of course they could not just let
them walk past them.  Now they were surrounded by a squad of overheated
young men who had some alcohol during the day.  Just like them. 

   Both Ina and Joan had drunken quite a lot at the bar.  Other than Ina,
who abruptly felt sober when they got surrounded by the testosterone-filled
horde, Joan was giggling and flirting uninhibitedly.  Didn -(TM)t she
notice that they took turns capturing her naked back, didn -(TM)t she
notice them trying to cop a feel of her enticingly jiggling bare butt
cheeks?  She should at least stop giggling in order not to encourage them
more, Ina thought.  Things were about to get out of hand.  Ina wanted to
drag Joan away from the guys, but now they had also detected her skimpy
attire.  Joan struck some sexy poses for them to capture, teasing them,
while Ina tried to cool things down.  Joan was getting a kick out of
flaunting her body at them.  Too bad for them this was as far as it would
go...  It was just then that her body -(TM)s reaction kicked in.  Joan had
experienced this before.  In a slightly drunk state her arousal started to
grow later than normal, but much faster.  Posing in front of these guys in
that sexy bikini was so exciting and so much fun.  The disheartened look on
Ina -(TM)s face only added to her fun.  It must have been this kind of
circumstances that had made Joan ...  in front of an audience at parties in
the past, because suddenly she felt the urge to go farther.  For the main
part Joan was going for the shocked look on Ina -(TM)s face when she pulled
the bikini cups apart to reveal her tits to the guys and smile to their
phones.  Now she remembered how Ina had humiliated her back in the bar by
surprising her with some serious petting in front of everybody.   -�Come
on, Ina, where are you when I need you?  Have a go! -� Joan challenged her
new friend.  Now Ina felt very insecure with these guys around, but she
sure was interested in Joan -(TM)s flawless sexy body.  Back in the bar it
had been pretty obvious that Joan wasn -(TM)t open to be touched by a
woman. Ina realized that this could be her one and only chance to get into
Joan -(TM)s pants.  It was pretty obvious that Joan wanted to embarrass
her, but Ina was not going to let this opportunity pass, although it meant
having an audience.  After all Joan would be the nude one and not her.

   Ina surprised Joan by eagerly stepping behind her.   -�Let me feel your
ass this time. -� Joan looked up amazed.  Had she heard Ina right, she
wanted to feel her ass?   -�It -(TM)s all yours, -� Joan purred.  Ina
reached down and began to caress her bare bottom.  Joan jumped a little
when she felt her hands on her butt, but she soon relaxed.  She could feel
Ina -(TM)s breath hot on her neck.  This was beginning to feel good.  Joan
smiled at her audience and lustfully licked her lips.  Occasionally Ina
-(TM)s finger would slip under the elastic of her bikini bottoms edging
closer to the folds between her legs.  Joan squirmed involuntarily.  It was
then that she felt the bottom string of her bikini top come undone.  The
top slid up and finally came off over her head.  Ina had taken her top off!
Now Joan -(TM)s pussy was on fire.  Joan was finding this unnervingly
pleasant.  Ina -(TM)s fingers traced the line of her bikini panties, down
to the cleft of her arse.  Joan jerked as she caressed the cleft between
her cheeks, but she didn't linger.  Her touch continued down between her
legs to the warmth of her pussy.  Joan jumped again.  Ina felt a spurt of
wetness against the tiny thin triangle of her panties.  Joan closed her
eyes in carnal bliss.  Ina stroked her through her tiny bikini bottoms,
feeling the small firmness of Joan -(TM)s clit against her fingertip.  Joan
let out a gasp and let herself arch against her hand.  To Joan -(TM)s
dismay her fingers left her pussy.  Her hips gave a backward thrust, as
though trying to persuade them to come back.  But Ina -(TM)s hands were
already somewhere else.  All that was between her fingers and the dampness
between Joan -(TM)s thighs was a thin triangle of her tiny bikini bottoms.
They were already sticking to her pussy lips, the musky juice seeping out
slowly, a river of moisture leaking down her legs.  Joan -(TM)s hips rose
involuntarily, and her body groaned as her head rolled back.  She wanted to
buck against Ina -(TM)s hand that brushed over her material covered pussy.
Joan -(TM)s body shuddered with delight as Ina traced the crotch of her
bikini bottoms with one finger, pressing only hard enough to feel the
pouting lips of her pussy.  She was wet.  Her inner thighs were glistening
with the evidence of her arousal.  Her mouth was open emitting hot, little,
panting breaths.   -�Ohhhhhhhh! -� 

   Ina hated doing this in front of an audience, but this seemed to be the
only way to get Joan to allow her to touch her.  And so she went on
although they got captured all of the time.  Without warning, she pushed a
single finger past the crotch of the bikini bottoms, plunging deep into
Joan.  The lubrication of Joan -(TM)s pussy made it possible to slide his
finger in with a smooth motion.  Ina pulled out her finger and pushed it in
again.  Joan -(TM)s knees almost buckled when she withdrew his hand. 
Standing back Ina admired Joan for a moment, noting her obvious excitement,
flushed cheeks and breasts, rapid breathing, involuntary shivers.  Joan was
moaning with pleasure,  -�Please, please! -� Joan began to whimper; 
-�Please don -(TM)t stop! -� 

    -�I will carry on, Joan.  But not here in front of an audience.  Come
-- -� and with these words she took Joan by the hand and led her away.  The
guys were so amazed that they did not try to stop them.  They just let them
go.  They just stared at Joan -(TM)s naked back as they moved away.  Kind
of the distraction tactics had worked.  But of course they followed them to
the apartment in a distance.  It was pretty obvious what these
exhibitionistic vixens were up to, and they figured they might get a view
with a little luck.

   This event brought new insights to Joan.  Of course she was a bit drunk
and totally worked up, but she no longer could deny that the recent days on
her own had triggered something in her that was hard to admit or to
accept. 

   It had started relatively tame only three days ago Joan had left the
holiday resort with nothing but her skimpy sexy outfit.  She had given in
to show her tits at the bar to earn some easy.  Then her top had been
stolen and she had raced after the thief, then shown her butt to the thief
in order to get her top back, in vain, because he did not happen to have it
anymore, instead a dog had ripped it so that it had become even more
revealing.  Then she even lost the remains of the top, when the messed-up
guy allowed accommodation for the night.  So much for the first day on her
own.  Then the degree of depravity had increased dramatically.

   The strange family had made her streak down the main street of the
village.  Then she had posed topless with countless strangers for some
holiday captures.  Her first really deprived action then had happened, when
Joan had masturbated in front of an old man.  Then she had been deprived of
all her clothes and money at the noble bar, which had leaded to Joan
prancing the public streets wearing nothing but an apron.  Then she had
encountered the guy who ran an online shop with sexy clothes.  This had
leaded to her next decent.  Not only had she modelled some sexy outfits for
him, the last one turned out to be a fetish costume that bared her tits and
pussy.  As if this wasn -(TM)t bad enough Joan had bargained to allow him
to jerk off in exchange for some outfits.  He then had blindfolded her and
her wrists had been shackled.  Unexpectedly he had cum on her chest and
then had thrown her out, blindfolded and shackled.  Joan had shamelessly
given in to her arousal and masturbated in front of an unknown audience in
public while still being deprived of sight due to the blindfold.  After
that she had again masturbated in front of a stranger, her saviour  -" of
whom we know that it was the guy who had robbed Joan at the bar.  She than
had allowed him to shot another load at her chest, then take her under the
shower, which strange enough had leaded to him throwing her out.  Joan had
spent the rest of the night all alone at the beach. 

   Today, only her third day on her own, brought new adventures and further
degradations.  In the morning Joan had stolen Ina -(TM)s runners outfit,
which had resulted Ina chasing after Joan and both of them streaking on
main street.  Then she had a group of tourists, complete strangers, touch
her body and finger her to orgasm in brought daylight.  Shortly after that
Joan had finally got to know Ina, who first had had her little revenge by
depriving Joan of her bikini bottoms.  This had led to hilarious further
exposures at the bar again, which at least had turned up various
opportunities to make money.

   Now Joan secretly was actually deeply disappointed that Ina led her away
from the guys.  It was such a turn on to have them watching.  Joan would
have loved to put in a show right there in front of them.  Knowing that she
had an audience, feeling the admiring eyes on her body, sensing the
excitement her perfect body and her lewd actions caused had turned out the
biggest turn-on Joan had ever experienced.  That -(TM)s why she secretly
motioned them to follow them behind her back, hoping Ina wasn -(TM)t
noticing.  Joan thought she would find a way to get them both go on and let
the guys see it.

   Little did Joan know that Ina had the same plan in mind.  Ina wanted to
put Joan on display, but in a safe way, which meant that she wanted to be
out of view and out of reach.  So just like Joan she secretly waved at the
guys to follow. 

   And they did.



   Joan's Thailand Adventure - part 18

   Part 18  -" Exhibiting the exhibitionist

   A nasty plan had formed in Ina -(TM)s mind.  It was pretty obvious that
Joan was not willing to actively take part.  Joan sure was not interested
in lesbian sex, but she was heavily turned on and needed relief, no matter
how.  And Ina was going to help her with that and make sure at the same
time that she did it somewhere they could be seen from the outside and in a
way that she herself was not on display.

   When they entered the apartment she made sure to keep Joan aroused by
roaming her hands all over the models perfect body while stripping her. 
Joan looked so beautiful in the nude that Ina could not help from getting
heavily aroused herself.  Ina was no dyke, but she was open to worship the
beauty and sensuality of other women.  She kept Joan entertained running
her fingers over her sensitive skin.  Joan received the caresses with
closed eyes, her face was flushing beet red.

   Joan had never been with a woman and actually never had she shown any
interest in it.  One reason in particular for her lack of interest might
have been that there were always lot of men around for Joan to play with.
Now she was feeling both embarrassed and overpowered with excitement.  She
felt like a virgin touched for the very first time [Author -(TM)s note:
Nice line, I think someone should make a song out of it, it might become a
hit!].  She did not dare to look Ina in the face.  She just closed her eyes
and gave in to Ina -(TM)s lead.

   And Ina took advantage of it.  It wasn -(TM)t out of cruelty.  Ina liked
Joan a lot.  She only thought that she owed her a little payback, and she
had observed pretty well that Joan was an exhibitionist.  After all, just a
while ago Joan was willing to let Ina fondle her right in front of an
audience in public.  Ina had protected Joan by taking her to her apartment,
but now it was time for some fun.  At the same time, she was broadening
Joan -(TM)s horizon and having some fun with her adorable body.

   When they entered the apartment, both had the same idea in mind.  To
find a place where the guys could watch from the outside.  Joan did not
know the apartment yet, so she nervously looked around while Ina shed her
from the bikini.  Joan had thought they could go outside on the veranda or
something.  But Ina led her into the kitchen right next to the entrance. 

   Other than Joan, Ina had a plan.  Let -(TM)s not forget that Ina did not
want to be in view.  The kitchen was located next to the entrance and had a
big window in landscape format.  The kitchen -(TM)s work space was right in
front of the window.  Ina positioned Joan right next to the kitchen sink
pushing her back against the work surface.  This way Joan -(TM)s naked
upper body could be seen from outside, although only from the back, and,
which was even more important at that point, Joan could not notice that the
guys were standing outside watching them.  Ina of course had no idea that
Joan was more than willing to let them watch.

   Ina placed her hands on Joan -(TM)s boobs and began to massage them. 
She could see that Joan was enjoying her attention because her eyes were
closed.   -�Perfect! -� Ina thought to herself, thinking both of Joan
-(TM)s perfect boobs and the fact that she had closed her eyes, ensuring
that she could not notice their audience.  Ina motioned to them to be quiet
and continued to rub her breasts.  Next she began to squeeze her nipples.
She squeezed them between her index figure and thumb and Joan shuddered in
pleasure.  Ina continued squeezing them and then released one nipple only
to keep pleasuring it with her mouth.  Joan began to make soft moaning
sounds.  Ina switched breasts.  Massaging the left breast, she began to
flick her right nipple with her tongue.  Looking up Ina could see Joan kept
her eyes shut.  Good.

   Now it was time for Ina to disappear from view.  She put one hand on
Joan -(TM)s beautiful hairless pussy and began to rub her clitoris.  Joan
almost could not take it any longer.  Ina helped her to hauled herself on
the worktop, with her pussy right in front of Ina -(TM)s face, as Ina had
lowered herself on her knees.  This left only Joan in view of their
audience who knew that Joan got her pussy attended.  Ina -(TM)s other hand
was gently rubbing her inner thigh.  Looking up at Joan, Ina checked if
Joan still kept her eyes shut.  Yes, she did.  Very good.

    -�Massage your boobs slowly.  Close your eyes and fondle them gently.
-� Ina ordered.  Joan did as she was told.  Of course the guys only saw
Joan from the back, but knowing what was going on was enough to keep them
highly interested in the action unfolding in front of them.

   Ina probed Joan -(TM)s pussy lips.  She was wet as hell and she began to
rub her pussy opening up and down with her finger.  Joan began to squirm,
inching her butt forward invitingly.  Ina leaned in and began to lick her
pussy.  Joan began to mourn softly as Ina quickened her pace.  Ina began to
flick her pussy with the tip of her tongue.  Joan began to moan louder. 
Now Ina had Joan where she wanted her.  Joan was putty in Ina -(TM)s hands.
The idea occurred to Ina to improvise a blindfold with a dish towel, but
she ditched it.  Ina had no idea that Joan was fully aware of their
audience outside and that it was a major turn on for her.  And that Joan
was having her own ideas for putting on a show for them.  Joan thought that
Ina was oblivious to their audience.

   For Ina it was time to show off a bit more of Joan.  She turned Joan
around, now facing the audience outside and showing her entire upper body
to them.  Ina sat down on the floor with her back against the dishwasher,
craned her neck and kept licking Joan -(TM)s pussy.  While she was
completely out of view, the guys saw Joan -(TM)s torso, and Joan never
stopped fondling her breasts.  Now they could see her torso naked full
frontal.  Joan peeped through her closed eyelids to check on their
reaction. It was great!  Some of them were even touching themselves through
their pants.  Joan shuddered with delight and arousal when she saw it.  She
intensified her efforts to make her tit play look great.  And she gazed
right at her audience to make them know that she knew that they were there.
Now this actually encouraged some of them to drop their pants and
uninhibitedly masturbate right there in public, standing in the front
garden right next to the public street.  Many people would find that
disgusting or disturbing, but to Joan this was amazing.  If there was one
thing Joan had learned during the last crazy days here in Thailand, it was
to enjoy it when things got out of hand a bit.  No doubt that Joan was
getting more and more sexually liberated.  Where there any limits to it?

   So Joan was getting pleasured by Ina, face to face with a group of young
males masturbating to the sight of it.  Ina of course missed this turn of
events, kind of hidden from view.  She felt ripples of smaller orgasms
shake Joan -(TM)s body, but kept going for the big one.  Joan seemed
insatiable.  And so this went on.  Joan wanted to last as long as each and
every one of these guys needed to finish.  Ina of course had no idea of
this goal.  She was amazed by Joan -(TM)s stamina, she noticed orgasms
ripple through Joan -(TM)s body, but her new friend kept pushing her crotch
against her face, urging her to keep licking. 

   Joan leaned over the work surface towards the guys, continuously
fondling her boobs and pinching her nipples for them to see.  She waved at
them to get as close as possible.  Now she was concentrating on the row of
dicks getting jerked right in front of her, just outside the window.  When
the first shot his load against the window, another orgasm shook Joan
-(TM)s body.  This was so deprived and so great at the same time!  Joan
loved it.  She wasn -(TM)t too fond of having her face or body plastered
with cum, but she loved to see men ejaculate, simply because it proved her
sexiness and beauty.  Having the glass pane between her and her admirers
came in handy.  To spice things up a little more, Joan leaned forward and
extended her tongue to lick the glass pane, as if she wanted to have a
taste of the cum.  One after the other came right in front of her face and
shot his load, the cum was leaking down the window.  Joan -(TM)s legs were
shaky, she had rarely experienced such a series of orgasms, caused by Ina
-(TM)s skilful tongue and the excitement of having an audience that was
jerking off at her sight.

   Ina made a mental note how much Joan enjoyed this, and she decided to
try to find a store to get some toys for them.  Ina could do amazing things
with a dildo!

   Now Joan was not the most altruistic person one could encounter, but
when it came to sex she fully considered it a give and take.  So after
being pleasured so skilfully by Ina, Joan felt obliged to do the same for
her.  She had never touched a woman before and was pretty unsure about it.
But then again it was now or never, wasn -(TM)t it?  A slight insecurity,
some doubts held Joan back for a moment.  Then she decided to go for it. 
After all, giving their audience an encore was a real steepening incentive.
And she could playfully humiliate Ina a bit.  Joan was certain that Ina had
no idea about the guys standing right in front of the kitchen window, just
about arm -(TM)s length away.

   Joan took Ina by the shoulders and raised her to her feet.  The
situation turned out a bit awkward.  It would have been natural to kiss,
but Joan just could not force herself to kiss a girl.  When Ina moved to
kiss her, Joan just backed out of it.  It wasn -(TM)t only about kissing a
female, more than this Joan refused to taste her own juices.  And as much
as she was determined to return some of the pleasure to Ina, Joan sure was
not going to use her mouth on Ina -(TM)s pussy.  This resulted in Joan
being a bit clumsy with Ina. 

   First of all, Joan needed to strip Ina, in order to give their audience
something to admire.  The sarong fell to the floor next.  Ina looked so hot
in her micro bikini, but this had to go as well.  Joan -(TM)s hands were
shaking, and Ina had to help her with the top.  Ina could hardly believe
it, it felt like getting stripped by a teenager who made his first
experience with a girl.  Kind of, it was exactly what was going on, only
that Joan was far from being sexually unexperienced, but with women it was
different.  She hastily pulled down Ina -(TM)s bottoms to reveal her
beautiful completely shaven pussy.  Ina -(TM)s body with the all over tan
was just as spectacular as Joan -(TM)s.  Her slim body was drawn more
muscular than Joan -(TM)s, which was a bit fuller, like it was needed for
beach wear and lingerie modelling.

   Ina noticed Joan -(TM)s resistance and insecurity, lesbian sex was new
to her and obviously she felt weird being with a woman.  Still Ina was
touched by Joan -(TM)s willingness to give something in return.  Reluctant
fingers started to probe Ina -(TM)s pussy, and although Joan felt awkward
touching another woman, of course she knew how to handle a pussy.  Still
her hands were trembling, Joan was having a hard time to overcome her
inhibitions.  Ina of course knew about their audience.  Still she was a bit
shocked when she saw the streams of cum slowly leaking down the kitchen
window.  That was really gross!  What kind of guys did jerk off all
together?  That wasn -(TM)t quite what Ina had expected when she had
secretly invited them to come with them.  Actually, Ina was that disgusted,
that she did not want to go on at all.  From the beginning she had been
determined to stay out of view and she had succeeded so far.  And of course
she was heavily aroused from having exploiting Joan -(TM)s sensual body at
great length.  But Joan -(TM)s reluctant hands and the audience of perverts
didn -(TM)t turn her on at all.  Maybe she should just finish this right
here and right now? 

   Against better judgement, Ina decided differently.  Joan was obviously
unexperienced with girls and very reluctant.  It was now or never, wasn
-(TM)t it?  If Ina stopped her now, she would most probably not try again.
So Ina should better endure it, despite of Joan -(TM)s clumsiness and
despite of the unnerving audience of strangers right in front of her.

   So Ina let Joan make her stand and turn and lean on the kitchen sink. 
This way she stuck out her butt, allowing good access to her pussy for Joan
-(TM)s shivery hands.  And she looked straight out of the window, at the
group of guys outside, just a little obscured from view by the drying cum
that was plastering the window.  Ina sure was a flirt and a fun loving
girl, sometimes even a tease, but she had never imagined to take things
that far.  This was crazy!  At the same time Ina almost had to laugh about
Joan -(TM)s nervousness and insecurity.  This woman had pranced around in
public stark naked, and now she was having a hard time fondling another
woman.  Ina looked up at their audience again and to her horror she noticed
that they were no longer occupied with jerking off.  Instead they had
grabbed theirs phones to get some captures.  She quickly lowered her head
on the kitchen sink in order to hide her face.  In the very moment Ina cast
away her gaze from the guys outside, for a split second she thought she had
seen a familiar face in the crowd.  Again!  Her ex.  Could that possibly
be? She quickly looked up again, facing the cameras for a moment while
searching their audience for her ex -(TM)s face, but to no avail.  For the
second time today she felt like she had seen him.  Could she be so wrong
twice?  What a shock!  Her ex was the last person Ina wanted to see this. 

   Joan noticed Ina stiffening all of a sudden.  She almost burst out
laughing.  Joan thought that only this was the very moment in which Ina
realised that they were not alone.  So Joan ended it all by slapping Ina on
the butt.   -�Oh, look!  It seems we got ourselves an audience -- -�, she
pretended to notice it for the first time.  Funny enough, Ina believed her.
She almost felt sorry for Joan.  Ina thought it was completely her fault
and that she was to blame for bringing them into a situation that was much
more humiliating than they had bargained for. 

   So the show was over kind of abruptly.  The guys did not mind that much,
all of them had already come watching Joan, getting an eyeful of Ina in the
nude had been a great encore.  Now they called it a day and left, not
without promising to return tomorrow. 

   Would they really put on such a show again? 

   Before calling it a say, Joan and Ina had to go outside again to wipe
the cum of the window.  This job was kind of disgusting, but sharing the
work and joking about it got them closer.  And they found some money the
guys had left for them.  Not bad!  They started joking about doing it again
tomorrow. 

   Joan had no idea what Ina really thought about it, but actually her
pussy was tingling imagining it.

   Ina actually was bothered, because she was pretty sure that she had seen
the face of her ex twice today.  It was only for a split second both times,
but she was concerned.  Could she be so badly mistaken?  He was the last
person she wanted to see her doing such things.  And there was more.  She
felt kind of safe doing these things here in Thailand, far away from home.
Nobody would ever know.  But if her ex saw her exposing herself, or if he,
even worse, captured her doing so, he sure was capable of showing the
material to everybody back home.  She could easily imagine him being a
vengeful person.

   So the day ended, and Joan finally had found a decent place to sleep. 
And her adventure was to go on together with a new friend.