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 �>�Rachel byrachel_lethem�(C)

   Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitors

   It all started innocently enough.  I'd just back home from the gym after
an early morning workout.  My Christmas excesses had been punished with a
gruelling cardio-vascular session; the treadmill, stepper and rowing
machine all contributing to my exhausted state.  The hot pounding water
from the power shower started to revive my aching muscles, caressing my
long, toned body.  I ran my fingers through my shoulder-length brown hair,
pushing my face towards the cascading stream of water.  Next, working the
shower gel into a lather on the rough yellow sponge, I began soaping my
large, firm breasts.  The sensation of the rough material on my soft skin
felt good, and I began paying extra attention to my erect, sensitive
nipples.  Drifting off into an almost dream-like state I was abruptly
snapped awake by the sound of the doorbell, barely audible above the noise
of the shower.  I thought it must be my friend Sarah, who was calling round
before we went out for lunch.  Quickly, I turned off the shower, grabbed a
towel and, still dripping, went downstairs to let her in.

   I'd only just wrapped the white towel around myself as I snapped the
lock and opened the door.  Instead of Sarah, there were two men on my
doorstep.  Before I could say anything or retreat behind the cover of the
door, one of them spoke.  "Good morning miss, I was just wondering if you
would be interested in hearing the voice of God." He offered a magazine for
my attention, 'The Word of Our Lord', as he spoke, seemingly oblivious to
my state of undress. 

   I was a little freaked out by the situation, blurting out my reply,
"Erm, not just now I'm afraid - I'm getting ready to go out."

   He continued insistently, "It won't take long miss; surely you can spare
a few minutes to hear the word of our Lord?"

   His polite tone, combined with the fact that I was standing on my
doorstep in full view of the neighbours made me give in to his request,
"OK, as long as you're quick.  Come in.  By the way, you can call me
Rachel." I showed them through to my living room and asked them to sit
down. It was my first chance to really look them over - I'd been too
nervous standing in the doorway.  The man who had originally spoken to me
was in his early fifties; smartly dressed in a suit with short, brown hair.
The other was much younger, probably only in his late teens, but still very
smartly dressed in a similar, dark blue suit.

   I stood opposite the two of them as the older man continued with his
'sales patter'.  I was conscious of the skimpiness of my attire - naked
under the towel.  It was tied in a knot under my right arm and hung down
just a couple of inches below my bottom, like a very short mini-dress.  I
would have sat down, but was worried that the knot would slip or the towel
would ride up too high on my thighs and reveal too much.  Both of them
seemed unfazed by the spectacle, their professional approach contrary to
the lascivious stares I expected. 

   As the older man continued to talk about redemption, the younger one
opened one of their magazines, pointing out some quotes to add credence to
his partner's words.  Out of politeness I felt obliged to show an interest,
and bent over to take a look.  I felt a rush of air as the front of the
towel fell forward, leaving a gaping V-shaped gap on my right side.  The
older man hesitated with his speech for a second as he obviously became
aware of my partial nakedness from his seated position.  I panicked, using
both hands to clutch the towel to myself as I stood up.  At the same time I
could feel the knot under my arm come loose, and tried to nonchalantly tie
it while they were still talking.  It was tricky, but I managed to get it
tight again.

   Feeling unsettled and embarrassed by this brief flash I made my excuses,
"Would you like something to drink, a tea or coffee?" They both nodded,
asking for just water, and I managed to retreat to the relative privacy of
the kitchen.  I managed to compose myself a little, tied the towel a little
tighter and then poured their drinks.  They both stood up briefly as I
returned to the living room, an old-fashioned gesture that emphasised their
politeness.

   The younger man, pointing towards one of the framed prints on my wall
spoke, "I hope you don't mind, but I was just admiring these pictures while
you were out, who are they by?" 

   "I'm not sure; I'll just take a look.  I think they're signed in pencil
at the bottom." I stepped up to one of the prints and, bending over,
squinted to make out the faint signature of the artist.  The towel rode up
my behind, exposing most of my bottom.  I'm sure heard both of them gasp as
they saw my naked behind.  In my rush to cover myself I stood up too
quickly and the knot in the towel burst loose.  I clumsily tried to catch
the towel as it started to fall, but I failed dramatically.  The white
material fell to the floor, leaving me exposed and completely naked in
front of these two strangers.  I blushed and stole a quick glance to see
the reaction on their faces.  They were both transfixed my hard, toned
body. Open-mouthed they gaped at my large, firm breasts and neatly shaved
pussy.  For a brief second I enjoyed the attention, feeling my pussy become
moist and my nipples harden.  Then I snapped back to reality, realising the
embarrassment of exposing myself to these two devout Christians. 

   The older man broke the brief, tense silence as he stood up, "Allow me,
Rachel." He reached down for the towel and held it open for me to wrap
myself in.  I turned with my back to him and allowed him to reach round to
cover me.  His hands brushed me lightly as he knotted the towel between my
breasts.  I wasn't sure, but I was sure I could feel his erection against
my bottom as he stood behind me.  As I turned back to face them, he said,
"We've imposed on you enough now miss, I'll leave you one of our magazines
and let you read it in your own time.  Come on David, we'd better be
going."

   As the younger man stood up I suddenly became aware that although my
breasts and bottom were now out of sight, the front-knotted towel had left
my pussy still exposed.  David was staring at this oversight as he got up,
his eyes never leaving the gap in the front of my towel.  I pulled the
material together when I realised and he glanced away, obviously
embarrassed by the fact that I'd caught him looking.  I tried to ease the
tense atmosphere by joking, "I'm sorry about my recreation of the Garden of
Eden story - I'm no Eve I'm afraid." 

   The older man replied, "On the contrary my dear, you are indeed a vision
of loveliness that would tempt any man from the path of true
righteousness."

   Blushing, I replied, "I guess I'm lucky that you two are on that path
then - I'd hate to seem like a temptress." His quasi-religious tone was
starting to make me a little nervous now and I tried to lighten the tone,
"Thanks for the compliments, but I won't keep you any longer.  Good luck
with the rest of your day."

   After they'd gone I stood in the hallway, reflecting on what had
happened.  Although my accidental flashing had been acutely embarrassing, I
had definitely become very aroused by letting the two men see me naked.  As
you'll see in the stories to follow, I've grown to love letting strangers
catch glimpses of my nakedness...



   Chapter 2: The Garage

   After exposing myself to the two Christians and finding that I enjoyed
letting men see me  -~accidentally -(TM) naked, I began planning my next
escapade.  My car was due to have its annual maintenance service and I
thought I -(TM)d use the opportunity to see if I could flash again.

   I carefully selected my outfit for the occasion.  A short denim skirt,
white g-string panties and a tight yellow, lycra boob-tube that left little
to the imagination.  It was a hot summer -(TM)s day, so I hoped my outfit
wouldn -(TM)t look too out of place.  After pulling up outside the garage I
took a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves and beating heart, and
stepped out onto the hot tarmac.  The assistant at the service counter, an
older man in his forties couldn -(TM)t take his eyes away from my chest as
he checked his records.   -�Hi, my name -(TM)s Steve.  Miss Lethem, you
-(TM)re booked in for a routine service from ten o -(TM)clock.  Is there
anything special you -(TM)d like us to check over? -� 

    -�Well there is a sort of knocking sound coming from the engine while
it ticks over.  Nothing too loud, but it is a bit irritating. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll just take a look now; see if we can work out what it is. -�

   We walked back outside and Steve asked me to turn the ignition key. 
Sitting in my seat, the short denim skirt rode up high on my long, toned
thighs.  A flash of my white g-string was clearly visible below the hem of
the skirt.  Steve fumbled with the bonnet release latch in the foot well,
his face only inches away from my naked legs as he crouched down.  I spread
my legs slightly, hoping he -(TM)d catch more of a glimpse of my panties as
he stood up.  His gaze lingered for a second as he turned to ask,  -�Keep
the car in neutral, and gently press down on the accelerator for me please.
-�

   He stood at the front of the car, listening while I revved the engine.
The regular knocking noise soon started up.  Over the noise of the engine
he shouted,  -�That -(TM)ll do now, come round and I -(TM)ll show you the
problem. -� I got out and walked round to stand next to him.  Pointing
towards a black plastic cylinder with six black leads coming out of it, he
said,  -�The distributor seems to be a bit cock-eyed.  It shouldn -(TM)t be
sitting like that.  Just look under there and you -(TM)ll see it -(TM)s not
been screwed in properly. -� I bent over to look under the cylinder to
where he was pointing.  My chest pressed against the dirty, oily engine and
I knew that my next flashing episode could begin!

   As I stood up, I looked down at my once-clean yellow boob-tube and
gasped,  -�Oh no - this top -(TM)s ruined  -" look at me! -� Steve obliged
and stared at my breasts.  The material was filthy with thick black smudges
all over it.  I was surprised to see how erect my nipples were, clearly
straining outwards against the tight confines of the top.  I tried rubbing
at the stains, but they only smudged more.  I blurted out,  -�I -(TM)m
going out for lunch in an hour  -" I -(TM)ve got to get this top clean
somehow. -�

   Steve thought for a second and offered,  -�We -(TM)ve got a washroom out
in the back.  You could use some of the cleaner we use  -" that usually
gets the oil out. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll give it a go, where is it? -�

   He led me through the workshop, past two other mechanics working under
an old Volvo car.  I pretended not to notice as their gazes followed me. 
Steve pointed to the washbasin on the back wall and took down a jar of
thick-looking cleaning jelly and a nail brush from a shelf above.   -�This
should do the trick Miss Lethem, but I -(TM)m afraid it does smell rather a
lot.  If you rub the jelly into the stains and then use the brush to take
it off, then the oil should vanish. -� 

   With Steve standing next to me I took a small handful of the jelly and
tried rubbing it into the stains.  He stared at my jiggling breasts as I
rubbed the top roughly to try and clean it.  The jelly was working slowly,
but I decided to take things further.   -�This is no good.  Excuse me for a
second Steve. -� I gripped the elasticised hem of my top, took a deep
breath, and pulled it over my head.  My large breasts burst free,
accompanied by a gasp from Steve and the two other mechanics.  I bent over
the basin and poured more of the jelly into the bowl.  As I rubbed at the
material my breasts swung freely from side to side, giving Steve a clear
view.  The other mechanics, still behind me in the workshop, both let out a
wolf whistle. 

   I turned to face them and joked,  -�Can -(TM)t you help a lady in
distress?  I need this top cleaned quickly. -� Without a second -(TM)s
thought they both dropped their tools and ran over to help.  As the three
men stood over me, offering advice I could feel the wetness between my legs
as I quickly became aroused.  My juices were dripping down my thighs.

   One of the mechanics, Tom, offered,  -�Let me have a go miss, maybe you
-(TM)re not rubbing hard enough. -� I stood up, letting him take over. 
Despite the fact I was topless I made no effort to cover my breasts,
pretending to be too intent on what Tom was doing to notice.  Steve and my
other helper, Ged, both kept their eyes firmly on my nakedness.  Their gaze
seemed to burn through me, and I teased them, absent-mindedly rubbing my
breasts as they stared.

   Within minutes of Tom -(TM)s exertions my top was clean, but it stank to
high heaven of the cleaning jelly.  Ged offered to give it wash with some 
-~lemon-fresh -(TM) detergent to see if that would help.  It was obvious
they wanted me to stay longer so that they could keep up with their lustful
gazes.  Ged -(TM)s efforts did help with the smell, but now the top was
soaked and needed to be dried.  Even though they put it on the grilles of
an industrial-strength blow heater it would still take a while to dry.

   As we waited, the three men offered to show me round the workshop,
although they never once offered me something to cover myself up!  I felt
amazingly turned on, strutting around the garage in my short skirt, tiny
panties and with my 36D breasts exposed in all their glory.  My lack of
embarrassment seemed to spur them on, and Tom even playfully pinched my
bottom as I bent over to examine the engine block that Steve was showing
me. Later I returned the favour, briefly rubbing against Tom -(TM)s stiff
cock through the thin material of his overalls while we chatted. 

   My exhibitionist display came to an end ten minutes later - my top dried
out and I had to head off into town for lunch. 

   Hope you -(TM)ll look out for my next exhibitionist escapade --



   Chapter 3: The Letter

   A couple of weeks after my adventures down at the garage I plucked up
the courage to have another go at doing an  -~accidental -(TM) flash.  I
-(TM)d become so aroused by my previous flashes that I -(TM)d become
addicted to the feelings exhibitionism gave me.  This time, I decided to
treat my postman to a sight of my naked body. 

   I had to plan the flash quite carefully, and decided to post myself a
recorded delivery letter that would need signing for.  I reckoned that the
letter would arrive on Saturday morning and Steve, the postman, would have
to knock on my door to get my signature.  He usually delivered the post at
about nine in the morning, so I got up a little earlier than usual to
decide on my outfit.  After showering I put on my very short black silk
kimono.  It -(TM)s a bit too small for me; my large breasts are barely
contained by the material even if the belt is wrapped tightly around.  I
adjusted the lapels to make sure that most of my soft white breasts were on
display, leaving my nipples just hidden behind the silky material.  I
-(TM)m quite tall, so the hem of the kimono only just managed to cover my
pussy.  At the back the bottom of my ass cheeks were on display.

   Waiting nervously in my hallway, I kept checking the time, hoping that
Steve would call soon.  I felt pretty silly standing there waiting like
that, like some kind of black spider waiting for their prey.  Luckily the
bell rang just before nine, and my adventure could begin. 

   I checked my outfit, making sure that it was revealing enough, but not
too obvious.  While pretending to yawn as if I -(TM)d just been woken, I
opened the door.  Steve looked up at me and gasped.  Smiling, I joked, 
-�Morning Steve thanks for getting me out of bed so early!  What is it? -�

    -�I -(TM)ve got a recorded delivery letter for you Miss Lethem.  Would
you mind signing for it please? -� As Steve spoke, his eyes gave me a good
look over, starting at my breasts and moving down to my long, bare legs. 

   I replied,  -�Sure, have you got a pen? -�

    -�I did have, but it must have fallen out of my bag.  I couldn -(TM)t
borrow one of yours could I? -� 

   Sensing my chance to take things a bit further I nodded and turned back
into the hallway.  As I went off to get a pen, I made sure that I gave my
bottom a casual rub, hopefully pulling up the material to let Steve have a
better look at my bottom.  I found a biro in the kitchen and made my next
move, loosening the belt of the kimono so that it would fall open with the
slightest movement.  There was only an inch or two of overlap separating my
nakedness from full exposure!

   I gingerly walked back out to Steve, hoping that the kimono would stay
decent until I could get closer.  He offered the pad to sign and I leant
over to print my name.  As I expected, this forward movement was enough to
make the kimono finally gape open, the belt untying itself almost straight
away.  I could sense Steve -(TM)s hot breath on my neck as I scribbled my
signature.  I decided to pretend that I hadn -(TM)t realised what had
happened, standing up straight with the silky material merely framing my
large soft white breasts, erect nipples and pussy.

    -�Have you got the letter for me then? -� I asked.

   Steve fumbled around in his bag while I waited, at the same time not
taking his eyes off my nakedness.  I appeared intent on looking at him
while he searched, keeping up the pretence that I didn -(TM)t know that my
body was on display.  Eventually he found the letter and almost regretfully
passed it to me - I -(TM)m sure he was disappointed that my show was about
to be cut short.  I sensed his disappointment and decided to prolong things
a bit more.  As I made small talk, barely listening to his answers, I could
feel the wetness between my legs.  I wanted to reach down and rub myself,
but had to restrain my feelings.  My small pink nipples felt as if they
were about to explode as I became more aroused.  I realised I -(TM)d have
to stop things before they went too far.

    -�Well, thanks for the letter Steve  -" I -(TM)d better go and get
dressed now. -� I looked down casually and gasped in mock horror as I
realised I was exposed.  As I pulled the kimono together I blurted out, 
-�Oh my god, what am I doing?  I -(TM)m sorry about this. -� Steve -(TM)s
face blushed bright red, and he mumbled that it was OK. 

   Clutching the kimono tightly around myself, I waved as he went off down
my path.  After I had closed the door I immediately ripped off the gown and
set about pleasuring myself with a long, hard orgasm.  I was beginning to
really like this exhibitionist life --



   Rachel Ch.  4 - Getting Changed

   It was Friday night and I -(TM)d arranged to go out for a drink with
some friends in Brighton.  Rather than going out for a night on the town
with my work clothes on, I -(TM)d decided to get changed at work.  It was
just after five by the time we -(TM)d balanced all the cashier drawers.  I
was meeting my friends at half six, so there was plenty of time for me to
get ready.

   The toilets of the bank are very basic and pretty small  -" it -(TM)s
only a small branch with little or no amenities for staff.  The ladies
-(TM) just has a washbasin, mirror, some lockers and one toilet cubicle.  I
pulled my bag of clothes out of my locker and started to get changed.  Just
after I -(TM)d hung my jacket onto a peg I heard the sound of male voices
outside in the narrow corridor.  I didn -(TM)t recognise them, so went out
to investigate.   -�Hi, I -(TM)m Rachel, the assistant manager.  Can I help
you? -�

   There were two men, dressed in overalls examining the back door of the
bank.  The older of the two spoke up,  -�We -(TM)re here to measure up for
the new steel shutters on the back door.  Your boss has just let us through
so that we can take a look. -� I -(TM)d forgotten that my manager, Mark,
had arranged for the visit.  We needed to improve the security of the bank
after a bad report from head office -(TM)s internal auditors.

    -�That -(TM)s fine; I -(TM)ll just let you carry on then. -�

    -�Cheers, we won -(TM)t be too long, -� replied the younger of the two
men.

   I went back into the ladies -(TM), but mischievously made sure that I
left the door open about six inches.  If the men turned round they would be
able to clearly see into the area where I was about to get changed.  My
heart was pounding at the chance to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies!  I
knew that I wouldn -(TM)t be able to look towards the door  -" if I did,
then it would be obvious that I would know they were looking at me.  I
thought my whole plan could be futile, what if they didn -(TM)t notice the
little show I was about to give?

   Standing with my back to the door I unbuttoned my white blouse and took
it off, folding it neatly and placing it inside my locker.  My skirt came
next; I unzipped it at the back and let it fall to the floor.  I was now
standing in just my white, lacy bra and matching, skimpy panties.  If they
were looking they would have been able to see my semi-naked form from
behind.  I desperately wanted to turn round to see if they were watching,
but knew I couldn -(TM)t. 

   With a deep breath, I unhooked my bra and let it rest on the back of my
locker door.  My nipples sprang to attention with the feeling of the cold
air on my bare skin.  Taking a chance, I turned round to face the mirror,
side-on to the door.  The voices of the workmen faltered for a second, and
I sensed their eyes upon me.  There was a blur of movement in the corner of
my vision and then silence.  I guessed they -(TM)d ducked out of the way
and pretended to have gone.  With a captive audience I could now begin
exploring my exhibitionism to a greater extent, knowing I was being
watched, but making sure that my watchers weren -(TM)t aware that I knew of
their presence. 

   I gripped the thin material of my panties between my fingers and pulled
them down.  I was now fully naked.  Casually, I rubbed between my legs for
a second; a subtle gesture that I hoped would turn the workmen on.  For the
next minute or so I walked around the small changing area to give the men a
better view of my nakedness.  I made sure I bent over towards the door a
couple of times so that they -(TM)d be able to see my large breasts
dangling down, swaying from side to side. 

   After putting on my make-up, I knew I -(TM)d better get dressed. 
Otherwise it might seem too obvious that I was putting on a show.  I pulled
the black g-string out of my bag and pulled it on.  It barely covered me,
showing off all my pale, white bottom.  Next came the skirt  -" a short
black number that was only just decent.  Suddenly there was the noise of a
door opening in the corridor outside and I heard Mark -(TM)s voice,  -�Are
you finished yet Garry?  We -(TM)re almost about to lock up. -�

   The reply came out as a stuttered mumble,  -�Er, yes almost, we were
just checking the strength of the wall over here. -�

   Mark asked,  -�Why, is there a problem? -� I could hear his steps
approaching the door, and knew I had to act quickly.  It was OK showing my
body off to two strangers, but I didn -(TM)t want one of my colleagues to
see me like this.  My hand dived into my bag and I pulled out the top I was
going to wear that night  -" a tight, red lycra vest top that really
exaggerated my  -~curves -(TM).  A couple of seconds later I -(TM)d managed
to pull it over my head, just in time to see Mark glancing in the door.  
-�Sorry Rachel, I didn -(TM)t know you were back here.  Are you almost
ready?  I need to set the alarm. -�

   With a slight tremble in my voice, I replied  -�Yeah, just give me a
second and I -(TM)ll be out. -� I couldn -(TM)t believe how close I -(TM)d
been to letting my boss catch a sight of my naked breasts.  It -(TM)s not
the sort of thing you do working in a banking environment!

   After stashing my work clothes in my locker I was finally ready to go
out.  As I passed the two workmen in the corridor they hardly looked up
from the tape measure they were using.  I guess they were too embarrassed
by what they -(TM)d seen to actually look me in the face! 

   As I stepped down the steps of the bank outside, I knew I was ready and
very horny for a night on the town --



   Rachel Ch.5 - A Morning At Home

   I -(TM)d decided to take a much needed day off from work.  I -(TM)d been
busy for what seemed like months now, and I was ready to have some time to
myself.  It was nice waking up naturally that morning, rather than being
awoken by the harsh tones of my alarm clock.  The late morning sunlight
poured into my bedroom through the thin curtains, putting me in an even
better mood.  It was going to be a nice day, but I also wondered what else
would happen?  Would I have the chance to indulge in my exhibitionist
fantasies again --



   Still naked after getting out of bed, I went downstairs to make myself
some breakfast.  After checking my front porch for any post I went through
to the kitchen.  I -(TM)ve got quite a long, thin kitchen with lots of
windows that overlook my small garden.  (Un)fortunately I -(TM)m not
overlooked from behind, so I can wander around with no clothes on without
worrying about whether anyone can see me.  That morning I went about making
my breakfast as usual, fixing a cup of coffee, pouring some muesli into a
bowl and squeezing some oranges to make some juice.  It was such a
beautiful morning that I decided to eat it outside on my patio table. 

   As I stepped into the garden I suddenly heard talking coming from my
neighbour -(TM)s side of the fence.  I was surprised  -" they were normally
both at work at this time of the morning.  The talking suddenly became
accompanied by a metallic clang, and I could see some ladders being propped
up against my neighbour -(TM)s back wall.  I remembered that they were
having their old wooden windows replaced with some new, double-glazed PVC
ones.  I quickly stepped back into my kitchen to see what was happening.

   From my vantage point about fifteen feet away I could see a young
workman on the ladder, trying to prise the old windows out of their frame.
He looked quite handsome, stripped to the waist and wearing just a pair of
faded denim shorts.  His muscles bulged as he tried to take out the window.
I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as subconsciously I
realised that I -(TM)d decided to show myself to him.  I knew that from his
position he could see virtually my entire garden.  I now had to manufacture
a situation where I could show myself  -~accidentally -(TM) to him.

   After thinking of a couple of ideas I decided to hang some washing out
on my line.  My washing machine had been on overnight, and there were some
-~whites -(TM) that needed to dry.  I toyed with the idea of just going out
naked, but decided to build up the suspense a little more!  I had to choose
an outfit that would give me the chance to show myself inadvertently.  As I
pulled my washing out of the machine I suddenly gained inspiration  -" I
-(TM)d wear just a wet towel that I would take off to dry with the other
clothes when I got to the line.

   I stepped back out into the garden wrapped in a large, white bath towel,
clutching the other wet clothes to my chest.  I made sure that I didn
-(TM)t glance towards the workman  -" I didn -(TM)t want him to know that I
knew he was able to see me.  I could sense his eyes following me as I
walked to the washing line.  He had stopped his banging, and I -(TM)m sure
I could hear him whispering something to his colleague.  Pegging the
clothes out onto the line took a while, and I made sure to prolong the act
as much as possible, hopefully increasing the tension for my watcher. 

   As I pegged the last of my t-shirts out I knew that the time had come to
reveal myself.  With my back towards the workman I undid the knot at the
front of the towel and started to peg it onto the line.  I loved the
feeling that my watcher would be able to see my bare white bottom.  I
desperately wanted to check out my audience, but didn -(TM)t want to spoil
the game!  Instead I began walking around the garden under the pretext of
looking at my flowers.  As I bent down to sniff some orange blossom I had a
quick glance towards the ladder.  As I guessed there were two viewers in my
audience  -" the original workman and now another, standing on the ladder
just below him.

   I had my audience, but how could I give them more of a show?  I took my
time wandering around the garden, loving the sensation of the hot sun
burning down on my large breasts, feeling beads of sweat starting to form
on my upper lip.  I stretched upwards, feeling my breasts rise up my
ribcage, my erect nipples pointing towards my watchers.  I let my hands
casually rub my breasts for a few seconds, before letting my right hand
stray down between my legs.  Should I pleasure myself right here in the
middle of the garden, or would that be too much? 

   My cravings overcame my common sense and I began a hard, fast, circular
motion with my index finger, rubbing my swollen clitoris.  I could feel my
legs buckling with the strength of my feelings, and knew that I would
climax in seconds if I didn -(TM)t stop.  I wanted to go on, wanted to
orgasm right in front of the workmen, but some deep-down latent guilt told
me to stop.

   Shaking my head to pull me out of my reverie I walked back down the
garden towards my kitchen door.  The moistness between my legs was dripping
down my inner thighs as I approached my patio.  Suddenly I heard a loud
noise and reflexively looked towards its origin.  One of the workmen must
have dropped a hammer or something.  My glance towards the men made it
clear that I now knew they were watching me, and I knew I must make an
effort to cover myself.  I adopted the classic  -~one hand across the
breasts, one hand down to the pussy -(TM) position. 

   I offered in my defence,  -�Oh my god, I didn -(TM)t realise anyone
could see me! -� 

   The workmen were shocked to see they -(TM)d been spotted.  The original
one spoke up,  -�I -(TM)m sorry love, we couldn -(TM)t help it. -�

    -�I guess it -(TM)s my fault  -" I shouldn -(TM)t be wandering round
like this outside.  It -(TM)s just that it -(TM)s such a lovely day. -�

    -�We don -(TM)t mind  -" it -(TM)s certainly made our morning more
interesting.  If you want, you can carry on if you want! -�

   I laughed back,  -�You -(TM)re pretty cheeky aren -(TM)t you?  What on
earth would make you think I -(TM)d want to let you see me like this? -�

   He waited a second before responding,  -�Look at it this way  -" you
-(TM)ll get a great suntan for free, and Andy and me will have something
nice to look at while we work hard on these windows. -�

    -�No chance  -" I bet you wouldn -(TM)t do any work and just ogle me.
-�

   He laughed,  -�I guess you -(TM)re right, but thanks anyway! -�

   As we -(TM)d been talking I -(TM)d deliberately let my arm slip a
little, making sure that he -(TM)d be able to see my nipples.  When we
finished our chat I turned back towards the door, letting my hands fall to
my side, and giving him one last view of my naked rear. 

   As soon as I stepped inside I collapsed onto my kitchen rug.  I could
still hear their voices outside as I continued to pleasure myself.  I
imagined that they could see me rubbing myself, could see me bringing
myself to a long, delicious orgasm.  I could almost feel their rough hands
on me as I came to my climax, my body convulsing with a deep, rhythmic
pleasure.



   Chapter 6: An Old Friend

   The loud knock on my front door gave me a rude awakening from my lie-in.
Blearily, I looked over towards my alarm clock.  I guess nine forty six
wasn't that early, I must have been drifting in and out of sleep for a
couple of hours.  The loud knock was repeated and I forced myself up,
pushing back the bedclothes and stretching to get myself moving.  I didn't
have time to get dressed, so I pulled on the first clothes I could get my
hands on - a pair of dark blue boxer shorts and a tight yellow cotton vest
top. 

   Just as the fourth knock came I managed to reach the front door, still
rubbing the sleep from my eyes with my hands.  I opened the door to see a
familiar face, but a face I'd not seen in years.  It was Pete, an old
friend from college.  The two of us and a bunch of others had shared a
house in our second year.  I'd never been out with Pete  -" he'd been
dating Dawn for all of our time at college.  The two of them had got
married a couple of years ago and were living near Southampton now.

   'Hi Rachel  -" long time no see!' 

   'Jesus, Pete, how are you?  Come in!'

   We hugged on the step, and I became aware of my nipples pushing through
the thin material of my top against Pete's chest.  The cold air had made
them stand to full attention!  I grabbed his hand and pulled him through to
the kitchen.

   I asked, 'What are you doing here?  Where's Dawn today?'

   'I've got a meeting with a new client in Brighton at lunchtime, so I
thought I'd call in and see you on the off-chance.  I know I should have
rung ahead, but I wanted to surprise you!'

   'It's great to see you  -" can I get you a coffee?'

   As I went about the kitchen starting to make the drinks I was very
conscious of my lack of clothing.  The boxer shorts were very baggy,
leaving plenty of leg room.  I sometimes wore them in bed, but would
normally never dream of wearing them in public.  My top, although
close-fitting, barely contained me.  It was cut off just below my breasts,
and I knew that if I reached up for something, the bottom half of my boobs
would be revealed.  My exhibitionist side started to kick in, and I decided
to maybe tease Pete a little with my body.  I'd always figured that he
liked me, and maybe we would have gone together if it hadn't been for Dawn.

   I could have got some coffee cups out of the dishwasher but decided to
get two from a top cupboard.  Pete was sitting at my kitchen table, and had
a good side-on view of where I'd be standing.  I stood on tip-toes,
reaching up with my arms to the top shelf.  I could feel the material of my
top rising up, slowly revealing more and more of my boobs.  I knew my
nipples weren't exposed, but Pete had a clear view of the pale semi-circles
of the bottom half of my boobs.  I held the position as long as I could
without being too obvious, hoping that he was taking in the show I was
giving him. 

   As we continued chatting about old times I was frantically thinking of
my next flash.  How could I show him more without coming on too strong? 
I'd tried bending over a couple of times - to get the sugar out of a
cupboard and the milk out of the fridge, but the shorts were too large,
they covered too much.  I tried sitting opposite him on one of the kitchen
chairs with my legs open a little, but again the dark blue cotton was
covering what I wanted to show.

   As we finished our coffees, Pete mentioned that he'd better head off
soon  -" he had to get to the station by half eleven to pick up his client.
I asked if he'd give me a lift - I pretended I wanted to go into Brighton
to do some shopping.  He agreed and I knew that I could try a different
flashing opportunity!

   'Pete, it'd be a shame to miss out on 'catch up' time  -" come upstairs
while I throw some clothes on  -" it'll be quicker that way and we can
carry on chatting.'

   'OK Rach, if you're sure you don't mind.'

   Pete followed me up the stairs to my bedroom and I motioned for him to
sit on the corner of my bed.  I've got an en-suite bathroom that's
separated from the bedroom by a wall of glass bricks.  I knew that if I put
the light on in the bathroom Pete would have a good (if distorted) view of
what I was doing.

   While Pete carried on chatting about his new job and his plans to maybe
work for himself in the future, I went into the bathroom and pulled off my
shorts and top.  I walked around for about a minute or so, and could tell
by the hesitations and pauses in his speech that he was able to see my
nakedness through the distorted glass.  After a very quick shower I wrapped
a short towel around myself.  Still wet I stepped back into the bedroom. 
Pete looked away, his face blushing as I came back in.  To put him at ease
I laughed, "Don't be silly  -" we've known each other for years.  I won't
take a second to get ready." He turned back towards me as I started to ask
him about his future plans.

   I felt very comfortable with the situation, chatting with an old friend
like this, and made the bold move to take things a little further.  My
hands were trembling as I undid the towel and started to use it to dry
myself.  I was now fully naked, only a few feet away from him.  I made sure
that I carried on talking, letting him know that I was OK with the
situation.  Pete picked up on the message and carried on as well, it was as
if we'd been doing this for years!

   I made sure to take my time getting dry, letting my boobs dangle and
sway in front of Pete as I leant over to dry my legs, bending over with my
bottom towards him as I dried my toes.  Eventually he changed conversation
towards our present situation,

   'Rach, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you've got the most
amazing breasts.'

   I blushed, 'Thanks, but personally I wish they were a bit smaller.'

   'What size are they?'

   'About 34 or 36D, depending where I get my bras from.'

   I stood in front of him, cupping my breasts in my hands, my nipples
partially erect, pointing towards him.  He stood up to face me.  We were
now only inches apart.

   'They're very firm - can I touch them?' he asked.

   I nodded, and almost came to orgasm immediately as he gently held them
in his hands.  His fingers started to tweak at my nipples, making them
fully erect.  As he bent forward to kiss them I manoeuvred the two of us
onto the bed.  I lay flat on my back as his hands and mouth began to
explore my nakedness.  His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he
wanted to visit every square inch of my body.  I whispered to him as he
kissed my neck, 'Take off your clothes.'

   I watched as he hurriedly stood to strip off his business suit.  His
body was trim and firm, with a hairy chest and very erect cock!  I rolled
off the bed and knelt in front of him, my lips quickly encircling his stiff
member.  I licked at the tip while gently massaging his balls.  He arched
his back with pleasure and stroked at my hair.  Sensing that he was very
close to orgasm, I jumped back onto the bed.  He followed and knelt between
my legs.  He gently parted my pussy lips and guided his erection inside me.
I was so wet that he slipped in easily.  He kissed my nipples while we made
love.  His long, hard thrusts deep inside me felt fantastic  -" I gripped
his buttocks to add more impetus to his love-making. 

   Pete arched his back as we began to reach climax.  I bit gently at his
nipples as he groaned on top of me.  Within seconds we collapsed into each
other's arms, a quivering wreck of nakedness!  We held each other tenderly,
stroking each other and kissing for a while before getting up.  As I got
dressed he couldn't keep his hands off me, constantly grabbing me and
kissing my breasts as I tried to put my clothes on.  His semi-erect cock
gave further proof of his intentions.  I knew I had to tease him some more!

   'Pete, what time will you be finished with your client this afternoon?'

   'About five I guess, why?'

   'Just wondering.  Which hotel are you staying at?'

   'The Excelsior, near the Churchill shopping centre.'

   'Can I come round and see you tonight then?'

   He hesitated for a second before nodding his head in affirmation.  As he
jumped at me and began to squeeze my breasts again and tickle me, I knew I
had him hooked!  I'd have to start planning tonight's adventure.



   Rachel Ch.7 - At The Hotel

   I -(TM)d arranged to meet Pete in his hotel room at around seven.  He
said that he -(TM)d make a reservation for us in the hotel restaurant for
eight o -(TM)clock.  All afternoon I planned what I was to wear, and
imagined how I could continue with my exhibitionist exploits.  I hoped that
he wouldn -(TM)t have had second thoughts about what had happened.

   I managed to find the hotel easily.  Despite its grand name  -~The
Excelsior -(TM) was just a Georgian town house that had been converted into
a hotel.  From the outside it was small, but very smart looking.  I made my
way up the steps to the entrance and went inside to the small lobby area.
On my way to the stairs to Pete -(TM)s room I paused for a second to check
out my reflection in a long, gilt-framed mirror near the entrance to the
restaurant.  The  -~classy -(TM) black dress I was wearing was quite short,
but still respectable.  The dress moulded my curves, accentuating my
breasts and rounded hips.  The neckline of the dress plunged into a sharp V
shape that showed off my pale, deep cleavage.  There was no need to worry
about a VPL  -" I was only wearing a bra underneath the thin, silky
material.

   I stood outside the door to Pete -(TM)s room on the second floor.  The
corridor was fairly short and narrow, with only two or three other rooms
off from it.  I decided to give Paul a surprise and slipped out of my dress
and took off my bra.  Standing naked in the narrow corridor I knocked on
his door.  I hoped he would answer quickly, I felt vulnerable dressed in my
high heels with the dress just draped over my shoulder.  As I knocked
again, louder this time, I prayed that he would be there.  Seconds passed
and I began to feel more nervous, contemplating whether to put my dress
back on.  If someone else were to come out of their room I wouldn -(TM)t
have time to cover myself.  The mild panic I was experiencing had an
exciting, sexual edge to it.  Finally Pete opened the door, his expression
was priceless, and he almost pulled my arm off getting me through the door.

   Pete joked,  -~You little tease  -" come here to be spanked! -(TM)

   I feigned mock horror and tried to run away towards the window.  He
quickly grabbed me and pulled me on to the bed.  His kisses were hot and
fervent, his hands massaging my breasts as I held him.  I knew he -(TM)d
fuck me there and then, but I wanted to prolong the experience,  -~That
-(TM)s enough for now Pete.  I want you to order some room service  -" any
chance of a bottle of Champagne? -(TM)

   He almost sulked as I gently pushed him away, but replied,  -~Sure I
-(TM)ll ring down for some now. -(TM)

   As he got dressed for dinner I watched him, sitting on the bed with my
legs crossed.  He talked about how well his meeting had gone that
afternoon, although he did admit that he had found it hard to concentrate
when he started to think about our love-making in the morning.  As he
started to knot his tie, there was a knock on the door.  As I dashed to the
bathroom I winked at Pete and told him to answer it.

    -~Room service, Mr.  Middleton.  May I come in? -(TM)

   From my vantage point in the bathroom I could see Pete nod his head, and
the young waiter carried the drinks into the room.  As he placed the ice
bucket on the table and arranged the glasses, I took a deep breath and
casually wandered into the room from my hiding place.  I -(TM)d knotted a
towel around my waist, but remained topless.  The waiter turned and gasped
as he caught sight of my breasts.  I made no attempt to cover myself, but
just asked,  -~Pete, could you give this boy a tip please. -(TM) Pete
smiled and rooted around in his pockets.  The boy remained open-mouthed as
I nonchalantly stood next to him and began to pour the drinks.  Pete almost
had to shake him to give him the tip, and then had to guide him back
outside into the corridor.  The boy took one last look over his shoulder
before the door was closed and then Pete and I collapsed on to the bed
laughing.

    -~You really are a massive tease Rach.  That poor boy will have to go
and jerk off in the toilets now to get some relief.  I hope he doesn -(TM)t
get the sack! -(TM)

   Giving Pete my best  -~little girl lost -(TM) expression I fluttered my
eyelashes,  -~I -(TM)m sorry  -" I forgot I wasn -(TM)t wearing a bra.
-(TM)

   While we drank the Champagne, I talked openly to Pete about my new-found
exhibitionist streak.  I could tell he was turned on by the brief
descriptions of the experiences that I -(TM)d had.  He kept kissing me as
we chatted, and I could feel his erection through his trousers, straining
to be released.  Just before it was time for me to get dressed Pete
offered,  -~Would you like to try something tonight then? -(TM)

   I asked,  -~What like? -(TM)

   Pete thought for a second,  -~Put your dress on with no underwear and
accidentally spill some water on it while we -(TM)re eating.  You can do a
little show while you -(TM)re trying to dry it. -(TM) I was immediately
aroused by the fact that I now had a co-conspirator and quickly agreed to
his plan.

   During the meal I kept teasing Pete by dropping my napkin and asking him
to pick it up.  Each time he bent down I would angle my legs towards him
and lift up the hem of my dress under the table so that he would catch a
glimpse of my bare pussy.  We -(TM)d just ordered our desserts when Pete
winked and whispered,  -~Time for your show Rachel  -" give it all you
-(TM)ve got! -(TM) Without a second word he knocked over the pitcher of
water in the middle of our table, sending its contents splashing across all
over me.  Reflexively I jumped up and shouted,  -~Shit, look what you
-(TM)ve done! -(TM) Pete mumbled an apology and offered me the only dry
napkin on the table.  I made a pathetic attempt to pat myself dry when one
of the waiters came over.

    -~May I help miss?  Would you like a towel? -(TM) I nodded, and he
returned quickly with a large hand towel.  I faced away from our table
towards a neighbouring one where two businessmen were sitting.  They were
both captivated by my little cabaret and had their gazes transfixed on me.

   I bent down slightly and started to try and wipe the hem of my dress
dry. With each wipe I made sure that I lifted the hem a little higher each
time.  Soon it was lifted almost to my waist, giving the two seated men a
very clear view of my pussy.  They didn -(TM)t seem at all embarrassed to
be staring so much and I made sure that I didn -(TM)t let on that I knew
what was happening.  Feeling bold I even dabbed between my legs with the
towel  -" it was so wet down there, but I wasn -(TM)t sure how much was
just water!

   Next came the waiter -(TM)s turn.  He was still standing attentively by
our table.  I turned towards him and carefully slipped out of the shoulder
straps of my dress, letting them fall down the side of my arms.  The
neckline dropped a little and my breasts almost burst free.  I started to
wipe my neck and shoulders, trying to knock my dress a little each time. 
Soon my left breast was revealed, falling out of the thin material into
plain view.  I pretended not to notice and continued with my act.  The
waiter spoke up,  -~Excuse me miss.  But your dress seems to have come
undone a little -(TM). 

   I looked down and gasped,  -~Oops sorry  -" I -(TM)ll do it up now!
-(TM) 

   The rest of the meal continued fairly uneventfully, but I -(TM)m sure
Pete was rushing me so that we could get upstairs quickly.  He signed the
tab, tipped the waiter and then led me by the hand upstairs.  When we
reached his corridor I wriggled out of the dress and stood naked in front
of him.  I twirled round in mock-ballerina style, showing off my swinging
breasts, bare pussy and naked bottom.  He grabbed me by the waist and told
me to bend over.  I did as he asked, bending over with my hands on my
knees. As I looked over my shoulder I could see his erect cock spring to
attention as it burst free of his zip.  He gripped it with his right hand
and guided it towards my moist, throbbing pussy.  At the second attempt he
pushed inside me and began to fuck me with quick, hard thrusts.  I pushed
back with my buttocks, moaning loudly as I did so.  He held me by the
waist, almost picking me up off the floor as he pummelled into me.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe that we were in the corridor of the hotel, fucking
doggy style where anyone could see us.  We were both so aroused that we
climaxed quickly; our cries of ecstasy would have woken the dead!

   After a more tender, gentle bout of love-making in Pete -(TM)s hotel
room I rang for a taxi.  I didn -(TM)t want the potential embarrassment of
us waking up together in the morning.  Before our final hug of friendship
we both agreed that our day -(TM)s adventures were just a one-off, maybe a
chance to let of some latent steam that had built up since our time at
college.  Pete would return home to Dawn, his wife, and I would go back to
my life.  We did agree though that if he was ever in Brighton on business
that we would meet up again --