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 ï>¿Rita - Gulf Shores by KnightlySeducer

   Rita - Gulf Shores Ch.  03

   The seminar weekend continues - after the courses.

   I closed the door behind Roberto as he exited saying a heartfelt,
sincere "Thank you." There was an unabashed lustiness in his eyes.  Leaning
against the closed door, I finally allowed my hand to slip between my legs
and exploded with a crushing orgasm within seconds.  My knees buckled, and
I know I cried out but had no sense of how loud or how long.  I know the
convulsions roared through me repeatedly, like the concentric outward
moving circles of a large stone thrown into a pond, detonating in my core
and undulating through my extremities; not in ripples but as thunderous,
crashing waves.

   I found myself, thighs like rubber and very, very wet laughing and
crying on the floor.  Ohmigod, that was so very erotic.  Sharing it almost
in real time with Tony, his naughty notes to me and obscene suggestions
encouraging me, the flashing images of how I'd just posed for this man, and
knowing that all of his friends would be seeing the images, all be hard and
cumming over me....

   My phone buzzed and a reached for it on the bed next to where I knelt.

   "did you cum" Tony's message read simply.

   "fuck yeah!!!!!!" I managed to tap out, though my vision was not yet
entirely clear.

   "I love you.  me too!" he responded, the emoji with the tongue hanging
out followed.

   I lay back against the door and hit the call button, too tired to type
any more.

   "Did he watch you cum?" Tony answered his phone.  I could tell in his
voice that he was excited, that he hoped I had.

   "Babe..." I began, then not wanting to disappoint him, or admit some of
the things I was thinking, I asked "would you like that?"

   Maybe he sensed my hesitation, "It would be okay, if you wanted to..."
he tried to not sound too aroused, but I could hear it clearly.

   I inhaled.  Not anxious, but more, perhaps, ambivalent and still
deciding.

   "You know, from about the tenth picture, every time you opened your
legs, your clit was completely visible, bright and full in the center of
your swollen, wet, beautiful, long lips.  You were so suggestive.  Almost
lewd, but in a very erotic way," I heard him sigh.

   "Tony, I've never..."

   "That's not really true, Ree," he said.  It wasn't accusatory, rather it
was almost encouraging.

   A smile creased my face.  I knew he could tell.  "Yeah, but you were
there."

   I heard his smile too, "Fucking ay!"

   "Shithead," I laughed.  "No, he did not watch me cum," I tried to sound
serious.  "But I'm pretty sure he heard it as he walked to the elevator. 
Half the hotel probably heard it, and felt it," I giggled.

   "Damn.  Really?  That good, huh?"

   "You're whacking off over this, aren't you?'

   "Who, me?" he pretended not to be.  Then he chuckled, "Mmm, actually
getting ready for a second go.  And wondering how many guys are going to be
cumming all over my beautiful wife later?  Ree, you're so sensual, not in a
rude or course way, but jeezus, you drive me crazy with desire with your
showing off."

   "No one is going to be cumming over your wife," I said softly as I
played with my nipples one-handed, thinking of Roberto and the stretched
pants that had been so close.  Coyly I added, "maybe because of me, but not
on me." I hoped Tony could not hear how lustful my voice was thinking of
Roberto and his friends splashing their seed all over my naked flesh.  Two
fingers entered me, my eyes closed in half dream as I fought to keep the
phone to my ear.

   My phone vibrated.  I clicked to view the message and laughed.

   "What's funny?" Tony asked.

   I realized I was running circles around my love button, again getting
damp.  Damper.

   "Our friend just messaged me."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah, he says thanks and that I have the most spectacular breasts," I
blushed.  "Y'know I had on just my t-shirt this morning," I commented to
Tony, "and my bush was clearly visible to him when I sat down, - he asked
me to take off the shirt so he could see my breasts again.  A tits guy, I
guess," I smiled to myself remembering.

   "I'm glad he appreciates what you've shared with him..."

   My phone buzzed again and I clicked on the message.  I felt myself flush
and giggled.

   "Now what?" Tony asked.

   "He, um, I just got another message.  He says he's never really seen,
like seen" I emphasized the word 'seen' to Tony as Roberto had written it
in caps, "a woman's body when she was so fully aroused.  That while he has
no comparison to anything else, he's certain my "intimate area" is the
entrance to heaven."

   "Hmmm," Tony exhaled fully.  "I'd have to agree...  the kid's good.  I
think he has a crush on you," he said, only half teasing.

   "Well, no shit, dumbass.  I was sitting right in front of him with my
pussy on fire and letting him take pictures.  And you sending me messages
the whole time encouraging the whole thing, egging me on..." I tried to
sound perturbed.  "What twenty-something normal guy wouldn't like that?"

   "Ree," he began, then took a breath, measuring his words.  "It's how he
said it.  He didn't use street language, or slang.  He respects what
happened and he respects you.  Y'know, he's right too.  You are heavenly."

   I sighed.

   "You okay?" Tony asked.

   "I though about it, Babe..." I whispered.

   "What?" he asked almost as quietly.

   "He was, like you said, respectful.  He didn't push me to do anything,
but asked if I'd sit here, or move my leg there or put my hand in some
position.  When I did some of the naughty poses you wrote me, he'd blush --
and he'd take the picture and say 'thank, you', Babe.  His damn cock was
about to rip its way out of his pants, and he never made the slightest
move, didn't suggest anything, ah, obscene.  Well, more obscene that I was
already doing.  He didn't try to touch me or ask me to let him...  ah, do
anything.  It was so, so erotic." I finished, still whispering.

   "I thought of cumming in front of him, Tony.  Of letting him see me
orgasm," I said even quieter.  "and I thought of asking him to cum on me."

   There was a long, long breath -- as if Tony had been holding his and was
now sucking in air for the first time in the last minute.  I held the
phone, now not breathing myself as my husband sighed and I waited for his
response.

   "That's," Tony cleared his throat, "that's the most exciting, erotic,
sensual image you've ever expressed, Darling."

   I knew it was said in sincere love, and that he was sure of us.

   "Babe, you're not here," I tied to plead, to rationalize with myself.

   "If I were?"

   "I....I don't know....." I said still in a whisper.  "maybe...  he
could...  maybe both of you could have cum on me..." My breath caught,
another wave moved through my body as I sat on the cool floor, my eyes
closed, imagining.

   I felt the phone vibrating in my hand, and I heard Tony breathing.  My
one hand held the phone, still to my ear, and the other was buried between
my legs.

   "Ree, that was so hot," Tony was saying.

   "I..." Why the hell is my phone vibrating?

   "Ree?"

   "Sweetheart..., I..., it's just a daydream, Tony, not something I want,"
I said softly, unsure of my own voice.

   "Rita," he said evenly, with conviction, "I've known for years that my
cumming on you got you off.  It's fucking hot as hell when you've said that
you've thought about it..., when we watch movies or play...  I'd..., I'd
really be okay with it, if you ever wanted to do that."

   My eyes finally focused and I looked a the phone for a second.  What the
hell is it telling me it's 9 a.m.  for?  "Tony, I...  I worry about myself,
how I'd feel if I did something like that and you weren't with me?"

   I could hear his smile again.  "You liked it, a lot as I recall,
when..."

   "That was...  Tony, that was different.  And you were there," I
objected.

   "You like to tease, Rita, you revel in the power to stimulate, to bring
a guy to that point.  You've told me that.  It excites and arouses you. 
You like that guys appreciate your body, that they want you, and that the
thought of you, of having you, gets them hard.  Having them cum for you, on
you, that would be the ultimate arousal.  To the point that you could
orgasm without even being touched."

   I opened my mouth to speak, but he kept going.

   "It gets you off, Babe, doesn't it?"

   "Yes, fine!" I responded with sharpness.  "It does.  But it's different,
Tony." I took a breath and calmed myself.  "It's not the same as just
showing my body, do you understand?  Even today, letting this guy take
pictures of me, of opening my legs...  fuck, even being sure he could see I
was excited...., hoping he could see my clit....  I wanted him to see my
clit, Tony, to know how turned on I was to be showing him my whole body, my
most intimate parts.  That turns me on.  Ohmigod, that turns me on!"

   I took another breath and lowered my voice, slowed my rattling. 
"I...it's another level of intimacy, Babe.  I just...  I shouldn't cum for
anyone but you," I sighed.

   Tony was calm.  "You know I read porn, look at naked women on the
computer, right?  I beat off, - not regularly, Ree, not because I love them
or don't love you.  It's just a physical release.  It feels good."

   I smiled.  I guess I was surprised -- and not.  We have sex at least
twice a week, often more, and I wondered why he'd need to beat off too. 
I'd have to ask, that was another conversation.  Hmm, we could have sex
more often!  Or I could beat him off.  Oh!, in the car, or somewhere
semi-public!  Tony would stroke himself as we watched porn, and sometimes
when we were in bed, talking fantasy about other people, he'd be hard
without my touch.  I could give him 'release' as often as he wanted.

   My phone buzzed again, 9:05 I noticed absently.

   "Tony, I understand.  But it's not just a physical release in that
sense. There's a next step in the intimacy of letting myself orgasm for
another man.  It's something I can't explain.  I mean, if you were there, I
could tell myself it was for you, with you, for us.  But...  no, I, I don't
think I could.  I don't know, Babe.  I know you say you're fine with it,
but I'm not there.  Not yet, maybe sometime, maybe never."

   "I think I get it," he said, but I'm not sure he did, though I so
appreciated his wisdom in not pushing.

   "Thank you, my love," I said with honest, deep affection.  Then the
other part of my brain kicked in.  The alarm!  "Crap, I gotta go, Babe, I'm
late for the morning sessions.  I love you," I said springing to my feet
only to discover that my legs were still wobbly.

   "I love you, too," Tony responded with sincerity.  "Have fun."

   I rolled my eyes.  He wasn't going to really let go.  I did enjoy
showing my body.....  but Tony was wrong, cumming on me was touching. 
Touching intimately, touching at another level.  As was my cumming for Tony
or for anyone else.  Maybe I could share that with him, but not without
him. But suddenly I shuddered, the thought of it, of Roberto stroking next
to me, of him or his friends shooting streams of cum on me.....  I came
without any warning.

   On even more tired feeling legs, I made it to the bathroom and turned on
the hot water in the sink.  As it warmed, I pulled my dress from the closet
and tossed it on the bed.  I'd decided last night what I'd be wearing, so
no thought was involved.

   I freshened up between my legs, sure I didn't want to draw too much
attention with the scent of the heat I had experienced over the last hour
or so and knew, nevertheless, that I would be sans undergarments.  The
dress was a cute, lightweight summer frock, with an empire waist and an
unlined halter top (I'd altered that as soon as I got it home from the
store!), that reached to mid-thigh.  The base was a very, very pale
lavender with a print of various widely-spaced spring flowers.  I topped
this with a cropped, three-quarter sleeve open sweater in ochre, and
stepped into green flats before grabbing my conference materials and
name-badge and darting out the door.  I was only fifteen minutes late for
the first session.

   I opened my curriculum guide for the session and laid it on the table in
front of me after I'd found an open seat.

   "Hi Rita," came the whisper from next to me.  I snapped my head around,
startled.

   "Um, oh!" I smiled.  "Wisconsin, right?"

   "Glad you remember," Thom beamed.  "Oversleep this morning?"

   "No, actually I lost track of time.  Thank goodness I set my alarm," I
responded as I tapped my phone.

   "Good book, or one of the morning shows?" he asked politely.  Neither of
us seemed that interested in the topic being discussed.

   "Yeah," I said to him, a funny smile on my face, "it was definitely a
morning show." I suddenly felt very warm.

   My phone vibrated just then as I had fortunately remembered to switch
the sound off.

   "be there this afternoon.  Luv u" Tony's message read.  My heart danced!

   "when" I sent back.

   I had hoped Tony would make it, but even when I left he wasn't sure, and
hadn't given me an answer last night when we spoke.  Being away from the
house and job with him was always special; I not only loved the guy madly
but liked being with him.

   "dinner.  Pan o fun."

   "oops, plan"

   I smiled, that made much more sense -- 'plan on fun.' Not a dinner place
called 'pan o fun.' Mmmm, it got another couple degrees warmer.

   "Way ahead of you!  no undies on right now" I typed.

   Thom, sitting next to me coughed.  I looked over and saw he was averting
his gaze, pretending to be looking at his papers- and red in the face.  I
grinned -- that's what you get for reading other people's phone.

   "in clas??"

   "*big-eyed emoji* just the flower dress and slippers" I set the phone
down.

   "Sorry," I whispered to Thom.  "I didn't mean to disturb the class."

   He didn't look over, "No, not a problem," he mumbled.

   After the break between sessions, Thom watched me approach while trying
to not make it obvious.  The light from all the windows in the hallway was
still behind me and I knew he was seeing the shape of my body under the
dress, and likely still wondering if I really was naked?

   "That beach looks so amazing," I said as I got to the table where he
pulled out my seat for me, "I can't wait for these sessions to be over so I
can get out of this and onto the beach," my eyes sparkling.  "You going to
get to the beach?"

   He nodded in the affirmative, still holding my seat.

   "Thank you, sir," I smiled and slipped into the seat.  Getting ready for
the session to begin, I did pull the hem up past mid-thigh as I adjusted
myself in the chair.  Then I turned toward him as I reached back to grab my
sweater, my chest aimed right at him.  "They always keep these places so
cool, don't they?" I was plainly freezing.

   Tony had said to have fun.  Thoughts of this morning kept distracting
me, and I enjoyed teasing this poor guy next to me.  I did enjoy the tease,
and the attention.

   "why do you beat off?" I texted Tony, my thoughts anywhere but on the
speaker in Atopic Dermatitis Updates.  It was important, I knew, but was
also fairly well versed in the subject.  I wondered for the slightest
second if Thom was looking at my typing again.  Should I just ask him?

   "it feels good" came the snappy answer a minute later.

   "no, why????" I sent.

   "do you want mor sex?"

   "do you want others?"

   Thom was looking.  I saw him look away when I glanced up.  I set the
phone down.  Then picked it up after a minute.  Nothing.  I tried to listen
to the speaker.  Two more times I looked at the phone in the next five
minutes.  The last time I put it down I was perhaps a bit rough.  Thom
glanced at me and smiled sheepishly.  Just as the session ended, my phone
vibrated.  I grabbed it and walked out without a word, leaving my things
there.  I walked to the end of the hallway, away from everyone, before I
opened my phone to read the response.

   "Rita, there is no one else and never will be!  Id welcome more sex --
with YOU *emoji with pumping heart eyes* u r all I need, more than I ever
dreamed of having whacking just feels good -- and honest I don't need to do
it much, but, well sometimes...  yes, I do look at other women, read porn
and porno moves on comp I do get roused but swear to gods that all I can
think about is what its like with u, ur breasts, ur g8!!  Pussy, urfab bod!
Our thing- watching or heering it,gets me hard cuz its YOU I whack then cuz
you, seeing you, thnking o being the guy with you, seeing you hot and wet,
smelling ur heat, the firy eyes,the little noises u make..  if not there, I
whck cuz u mkae me hot and ineed to, to release the tention, and its like a
thankyou a proclamation of ur beauty and sexiness, a scream of god thanks
for this woman *series of emojis with thumping hearts, hands clasped in
prayers, bug-eyed, more thumping hearts, bugged eyed with tongue out*

   The second message came in as I was reading the first.

   "Al I ever want is for you to be happy and allow me to be your husband,
lover, friend.  If our thing is just for me, quit.  If you are enjoying it
as much as me, you seem to be, and you want to cum for a guy or have him
cum on you, remember its about your happiness, your fun, and mine.anyone
elese is just atoy for us, a plaything for our stimulation.  I love YOU,
always and forever!!"

   I had to blink a few times to clear my eyes.  Tony's texting wasn't the
best, but his sentiments came through loud and clear.  If the fool thought
I was just doing this for him....  I laughed, we'd had this talk a few
times and first, he knew I was too independent minded just to do something
he wanted if I didn't want to, and second, I'd made it abundantly clear
that I enjoyed the hell out of my exhibitionism!  I loved the experiences
and I loved, adored, sharing them with Tony.  Naughty thoughts mingled with
memories of this morning.  As long as I got pleasure teasing guys, showing
my body, well...  I didn't have any thought of stopping!

   When I got back to the conference room, Thom was gone.  Not a big deal,
as the last session of the day was in a different room and I had to go too.
As I suspected, the last session, Dermatological Examination of the Breasts
and Genitalia, was in the largest conference room and was already filling
up as I entered ten minutes prior to the start time.  Oh, all these guys --
the thought that maybe I should be a live model for the session had me
grinning mischievously!  I mean, after all, I just needed to slip off the
dress to be ready...

   Most of the front half on the large room was already teeming with docs,
and the projection screen was already lowered from the ceiling as the
person I assumed to be the moderator for the session was chatting with a
few other people near the lectern.  By the time he tapped the microphone a
few times and said "1,2, 3.." to make sure everyone could hear him, every
seat in the front three-quarters of the room was occupied.  Tony was right,
guys -- all guys -- just want to see the hidden treasures, the things
they're not supposed to see.  I wondered how many examined female genitalia
with any regularity?  In my practice, either male or female, it was pretty
rare.

   For twenty minutes we saw slides of this and that breast; discolored,
puckered, dimpled, various 'spots' of shades from little brown to black,
followed where appropriate with pictures of the surgical biopsy excisions,
and follow-ups of the healed breasts.  Two were breast removals.

   As a transition, the moderator reminded everyone about the need to be
sensitive and to be mindful of privacy.  And to be very mindful of
lawsuits, having another person in the room --"a woman" -- who can vouch
for the professionalism of the exam and that the patient was fully informed
and gave consent

   I'll not describe too much, but HPV and STDs manifest in some fairly
funky looking things.  If one does not do a through exam, like on the rest
of the body, because of uneasiness or whatever, bad things can happen.

   The man sitting to my left said half under his breath, "That's why I
send every woman who asks me to exam her down there to a gyno," shaking his
head.  "Who'd want to stick their pole in..." he got out before the guy
next to him nudged him and nodded in my direction.  Jerk.  Yet he sat in
the course and saw every slide presented without turning away.

   I was still angry about the ass who had been sitting next to me, but the
beach awaited and I strode quickly to the elevators, along with everyone
else, it seemed.

   I nearly flew off the elevator, anxious to get to my room and throw off
this dress.  Room service had delivered my order already, and Roberto had
left another flower.  Naked, I took the tray out to the balcony and melted
into the warm embrace of the sun on my body.

   Nutritionally sated, I headed inside and began the process of covering
every inch of my body with SPF 50.  Then came time to put on, not that
there was much to it, my Malibu Strings Summer Rainbow bikini with its Tiny
Open Triangle bottom.  The top fit wonderfully, flattering my breasts.  The
bottom triangle was, well, smaller than I expected.  Looking in the mirror
revealed that it was, as advertised, narrower than the classic bottom.  My
delicate labia were tucked inside, just barely and causing a bit of a
bulge, but as you came up and the material didn't get wider, my pubic hair
did.  In the other suit bottom, I'd had hair protruding along the top, now
it showed all along the top and upper sides of the suit bottom.  I always
trimmed the stray hairs and outcroppings along the thighs and normal bikini
line, but I loathed the idea of trimming any of my bush proper.  There was
no real consideration.  "Fuck it," I said, "if they don't like a hairy
pussy, they can turn away." I slipped on my cover-up, tossed a bottle of
water in my bag along with the other things, and strode out the door.

   I grabbed two towels from the rack by the pool entrance and continued
walking by the pool.  My phone buzzed and I had to turn to shade it to see
who was calling.

   "you look hot in that ms rainbow.  have fun!" It was Tony.  So you're
here, huh?  And obviously watching me.  I relaxed instantly and smiled all
over.  I dropped the phone back in my bag and continued toward the exit to
the beach.  A few more steps and I saw Thom sitting with another guy at a
table along the pool's edge.

   "So, you decide to get some sun after all?" I greeted him.

   He startled, I think not recognizing me as I stopped at the table.

   A smile then filled his face.  "Wow.  Uh, would you care to join us,
Rita?" he asked pushing himself away from the table to stand.

   "Well, thank you, sir.  A girl always likes to hear she looks good," I
said from my heart.  "But I've already eaten and you two look like you're
about finished," I nodded to the other guy who was giving me an
appreciative look.

   "A drink then, maybe?" Thom asked pulling out a chair.

   I could relax a little, knowing Tony was around.  Somewhere.  "I guess
one would be okay,"I said demurely swinging my bag off my shoulder and
setting it next to the seat that I then slid into.

   "Great, what'll you have?"

   "Ma'am?" Bradley said, suddenly at my side.

   I took his hand in mine, "How's the girlfriend?" and winked.  He
blushed, his eyes meeting mine.

   "Bradly, these gentlemen want to get me drunk and have their way with
me. Tell the bartender I'll have the best single malt in the house,
please," and gave his hand a little squeeze.

   "Yes ma'am" he answered, still looking in my eyes.  I furrowed my brow
and he corrected himself, "I'll be right back with that, Rita," and stepped
away.

   "Jake," said the other man at the table, extending his hand.  His touch
was warm and gentle.  He stared into me, "How did you know we wanted to get
you drunk and have our way with you?" he asked evenly, a smile just
creasing the corners of his mouth.

   I laughed out loud pulling my hand back.  "That was just to embarrass,
Bradley," I said shaking my head.

   "I can't imagine that would be true of you, Jake.  A married man, at a
convention?  Never happens," I said plainly glancing at his left hand. 
"And how else am I going to get Thom, here, to pay for my very expensive
drink?" I placed my hand over Thom's.

   "He's the one I'm worried about.  I know he's single, and quite
naughty," I pouted at Thom, then speaking to Jake while still keeping my
eyes on Thom added, "Do you know this cad was reading my personal texts
while sitting next to me?" Thom went white, his mouth open, eyes darting
from me to Jake and back.

   "Boss, I swear I..."

   "Boss?" I looked at Jake who nodded.

   I laughed.  "Well we were elbow to elbow in there, and I did leave the
phone on the table instead of covering it.  Besides, there was no PHI," I
shrugged, smiling.

   "Then no harm, no foul," Jake raised his glass with a good-natured
chuckle.  Thom looked much relieved, and took a swig of his own drink
trying to smile.

   "Rita," Bradley appeared at just the right time and set my glass in
front of me.  "Redbreast 12 Year, on the gentleman's tab."

   "Slainte iss tainte" I hoisted my glass and took a sip, and the guys
joined in.

   "Thom," I said, setting the wonderfully smooth whiskey on the table, and
looking at him wickedly.  "What you read, I was being honest about.." and
flashed my eyes downward to my crossed legs then back at him.

   The poor guy hadn't swallowed his drink and began gagging and spitting,
his eyes huge.

   Jake burst out laughing.  "I don't know what's going on, but I hope
you'll fill me in."

   Thom, still coughing, looked at me with pleading eyes and shock his head
just the tiniest bit.

   "I'll never tell," I smiled.  "And I hope that Thom's a real gentlemen
and won't tell a lady's secrets either."

   "Nomf," he coughed, shaking his head.

   "Jake it was a pleasure to meet you," I said standing and offering my
hand.  "But I am going to head on down to the beach and soak in the sun for
a while.  You guys?"

   "Nice to meet you, Rita.  No, I have to start heading back Nashville, my
daughter's sweet sixteen tomorrow."

   "Nashville?" I looked a Thom, "your nametag said Wisconsin?"

   Thom just nodded.  "I'm a corporate type, Thom works for one of our
facilities.  Got about thirty throughout the middle of the country." Jake
interjected, turned and put out his hand to Thom, "I'll give you a call on
Tuesday, have a good flight." With that, Jake slung back the rest of his
drink and walked off.

   Thom had stood too, his eyes roving over me.

   "I'm going to be on the beach, off to the left, if you're interested." I
slung the bag over my shoulder and lifted my drink.

   "I might need more sunscreen pretty soon," I winked.  "I'll definitely
need another of these," I held up the drink.  "Ask Bradley to be a
sweetheart and bring me one, personally, in about forty-five minutes?" I
asked smiling a crooked smile.  "Tell him the European area."

   There had to be a hundred sun loungers and umbrellas set up on the beach
in neat rows directly in front of the hotel.  And off to the left, as
Bradley had said, set off a good twenty yards further down and just beyond
the high water mark, were another dozen or so.  As you approached them, a
discreet sign simply read "Adults Only." They might be for adult only use,
but anyone walking on the beach would have an unobstructed and fairly close
view of the occupants.  I chose the one all the way at the far end, nothing
beyond that but what appeared to be miles of open beach, dotted here and
there with a few souls.

   It was maybe ten minutes before I spied Thom casually heading toward me,
drink in hand and glancing around nervously.  I waved my hat.

   The umbrella was up, and my lounger fully reclined.  I'd taken off my
cover-up, spread out one towel was laying on my back after I'd done about
as good a job as possible covering up what the suit would cover.

   "Hi, I'm glad you found me," I smiled as he came and stood frozen next
to my lounger.

   Thom said nothing more than "hi" and kept glancing around, but would
return his gaze to my body and then look away again.

   "Everything okay?  You gonna sit and stay a while?" I asked in a none
threatening manner as his demeanor had me thinking he was waiting for
something else to happen.

   "Ah...  jesuschrist, Rita you're...," now clearly running his eyes up
and down my frame.

   I smiled.  "I think the word you used was 'wow'?" as I reached over and
patted the lounger I had previously pulled closer to mime.  He sat, still
holding the drink and studying me well, his knees against my lounger.

   "I can't believe how gorgeous you are," he finally said.  He smiled,
looking like he'd suddenly relaxed or broken through whatever had him
frozen.  "Were you really naked under your dress in the room this morning,
or was that just a tease to make your husband jealous?"

   I laughed and put my hand on his knee.  "Tony doesn't get jealous, he
knows I like to show off my body and encourages me.  And yes, I had nothing
on under that dress," I finished looking right into his eyes.

   He sighed just shaking his head, and then took a long draw of his drink.
I rolled on my side and picked up my drink from the little side table that
was the only thing separating our loungers.  I held my glass, actually a
beach and pool safe plastic glass out to him, smiling.

   "Here's to an even tan," I winked, then added "would you mind if I took
off my top?" as our glasses touched.

   "Right here?" he asked.

   "Well I could just slip everything off, but I do like to tease, -and I
don't want to shock you too much," I winked with a coy smile.  "Besides," I
nodded, "there's a couple guys who have already passed this area several
times.  I think there's looking at the topless ladies," I giggled having
lowered my voice in a conspiratorial manner.  Thom turned and glanced back
up the row of loungers, noting at least four topless women.

   His eyes came back and rested on my chest for few seconds.  A sly smile
on his face, his eyes met mine.  "I'm pretty sure the other ladies here
will be the ones who are embarrassed after all the attention is focused on
you." His eyes darted, "Those look magnificent.  I hope this section of the
beach doesn't get too much traffic," and he raised his glass, nodding at
me.

   "I wouldn't mind," I said.  I set my glass down and reached around,
still on my side facing him, and undid the two strings holding my top on.

   His eyes flitted back and forth from breast to breast for a good ten
second, not bothering to look at my face.  The rush, the reaction to his
attentiveness, caused my nipples, already puffy, to get downright hard.

   "What do you think, doctor?" I asked playfully.

   His smile was broad, and the look in his eyes anything but professional.
"Holy...., wow.  You have..., wow," he breathed, that smile still plastered
on his face.

   I took a sip of my whiskey and reached back to pull the lounger up into
a reclining but not flat position, them lay on my back.  "That's I
compliment I can live with," I closed my eyes.  "Are you going to stay
sitting there staring?"

   "Probably," he laughed.

   "Well, as long as I have you right here, could you take a look at these
couple spots I have.."

   "On your left breast?" he said.  "Yeah I noticed them, probably just
moles." He answered, sounding like the professional he was.

   I turned my head and smiled, "Are you sure you don't want to get a
closer look?  Just to make sure?"

   "Uh, I don't have my magnifying loop...."

   Omigod, was he really refusing me?

   But then he added, "I might have to get pretty close, Rita."

   "You're the doctor," I replied closing my eyes again.

   I heard the lounger squeak as he got up, a tingle of excitement washed
over me.  Unexpectedly, he rested a hand on my upper abdomen.  I felt the
pressure increase a bit, I assumed as he leaned over me.  Next his warm,
more than warm, breath was on my chest directly over my left breath. 
Mygod, I wondered how close he was, hovering just above my breast, his
breathing driving me wild.  Was he blowing or was that just his normal
breath?  I didn't care, so long as he didn't stop.

   "Have you had these long?" he whispered.

   I giggled, "Since I was about sixteen?" The laugher caused me to move
and I realized just how close he was as my extended nipple touched him.

   I froze.  I've teased a lot.  Have shown myself to many guys and been
groped more than my share of times.  This was somehow different, a
delightful surprise.  His finger circled my areola lightly, going around
twice and then stopping.

   "I meant these spots," he said softly.

   His breath was hotter still.  Or was it me?  "They're just moles..." I
shuddered.

   Thom sat back down suddenly.  "I knew that, but I couldn't resist your
offer.  I...  I don't get to...  ah,...  my practice keeps me busy and..."

   "No girlfriend?"

   He grinned.  "I been dating one of the girls in the office for a few
months now, but..., ah...," he shrugged a crooked smile and scrunched
shoulders at me.

   "Oh!" I said.  "That's too bad, you have a very gentle touch."

   "You do this often?  And your husband is fine with it?" he asked still
gazing at my aroused breasts.

   I laughed again.  "Often?  I suppose that's relative.  I flash and tease
a lot.  And yeah, my husband is more than fine with it.  It's..., it's like
a kind of foreplay, I guess.  We both get hot and excited by it," I smiled.
"And when we get together, whether Tony's around or not while I'm flashing,
it's fireworks, in a very good way.  No jealousy, no bad feeling..."

   "And if I asked him if I could suck on those amazing breasts for a bit,
how would he feel about that?"

   I sat up and swung to face him, placing me feet on the ground between
the two loungers, my breasts uncovered and very aroused.  I took his hands.

   "That's not how this is.  He's not controlling me, I don't ask his
permission.  It's a...  I don't know, a kink, a fetish, an exciting
passion, - whatever you want to call it, that we share.  We just call it
'our thing.' I do this because I like it, how it makes me feel, it's like
flirtation,- a little amped up, but I like it a lot and Tony does too. 
Tony loves that I'm happy.  But, I decide, and he always (I emphasized the
word) supports, encourages, and loves me."

   "So could I?" he asked, his eyes lingering over my breasts before
looking at me again.

   My smile was coquettish, "Maybe?  And it's whether you 'may,' I'm fairly
sure you're are able.

   "Well, may I?"

   "You've already done more than anyone else," I lowered my eyes.  "I'm
seldom this close to the guy I'm teasing, and..." I sighed, "the touching
is new."

   I sat back on the chair, swinging my legs back up and straddling the
lounge with them.  "But right now, there's a couple groups of people
walking this direction.  I'm going to lay back, pretend to be asleep, and
you're going to lay back and pretend the same.  Except you'll have your
eyes open under those shades and just watch the reactions to tell me once
they're gone, okay?"

   Thom watched me adjust the bottom of my suit, letting a bit more of me
show.

   "Uh..what if someone...  like, has a camera or phone?"

   "Well, I won't know," I said laying back and putting my hat over my
face, my breasts taut and anticipating the appreciative or shocked looks,
and my heels draped over the outer edges of the lounger allowing for an
enticing peek.

   "You're really into this, huh?"

   I put out my right hand and laid it on his board shorts.  He jumped. 
"You don't seem to mind it too much.." I smiled under my hat.  I'd never
done that with anyone either, but that's my secret.  "Now, pretend to be
asleep," I said drawing back my hand and laying my arm next to me.