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 ï>¿Showing Myself by IndianaWoman

   Showing Myself Ch.  04

   I doubt if anyone remembers me, but I wrote some stories here about
myself back when I was around 19 or so.  A lot has happened since then
which is why I never finished, and I'm sorry about that.  My husband found
someone more exciting several years ago and left me, so I became engrossed
with my work and just hung out with friends once in a while.  I didn't
realize it to its full extent back then, but I think I started writing down
my adventures because my husband was neglecting me and probably finding fun
elsewhere already.  I still don't get it because I never say no to sex and
would have done anything for him, but it was his choice.  Oh well, it
happens.

   I was also looking through the comments to my stories and was kind of
surprised that so many people liked them, and for those that are not
familiar, I am just a normal person that has a strong exhibitionist streak,
and wrote down some of my adventures when I was just coming into my own
sexuality.  I wasn't even sure I still had the login information, but I
found it right away.  Also, I am not a polished writer, and just write what
comes to mind.

   So, for this story, I'm jumping ahead a few decades and describing
what's going on in my life right now, but if someone wants me to continue
with the stories I started back then, just let me know in the comments.

   Anyway, I was traveling on a business trip two weeks ago in Chicago, and
one evening I was sitting at the hotel bar having dinner, and a nice
looking gentleman sat down near me.  He was in his mid to late 30's,
whereas I am now 56, but he still struck up a polite conversation with me.
Mind you, I take care of myself and everyone says I'm attractive, not that
I was looking to meet someone.  He was about three seats over, and after
making small talk, I said he could move over if he likes.  I'll call him
Jim, and if anyone is wondering, this is absolutely true.

   We talked, and he was extremely polite and classy, which I liked a lot.
I just glossed over the issues I had with my ex because I don't like to
bring out drama, and we just had a normal conversation.  When I finished my
glass of wine, he asked me if I would stay longer if he got a bottle and
joined him in the lounge over by the fireplace.  I couldn't refuse that, so
we moved over and continued our conversation.

   After another glass of wine, we started laughing about the craziest
things we have ever done, and I explained to him there was no way he could
top me because I remember when there were no cameras around and you could
get away with anything.  He said he would be the judge, and to try to shock
him.

   Without going into everything I have ever done (much that I haven't told
here either), I told him about the times when I would go in the adult
theater and remove my clothes slowly and put them away in a corner so I
wouldn't be able to quickly dress if people came in.  I described how I
would prop my feet up on the back of the seats in front of me and run my
fingers through my wetness, and how eventually some men would sit beside me
or in front of me and masturbate until they came.  I told him I did it
regularly, and some days I would see more than ten men cum, although none
ever touched me.

   He just looked at me, and said, "Ok, you got me, I don't have anything
that crazy.  But I love that you weren't afraid of taking control.  It
shows in how you carry yourself."

   I thought to myself, "He is just too charming.  He didn't call me a
freak or anything", so I decided to fill in some details.

   "But, I never directly played with any men and there was never any
touching, and this was before I met my husband.  I did make a couple of
regular friends though.  There was one guy who really liked me, and we used
to sit together and he would masturbate with me.  There were a couple of
women who liked me a lot, and I actually met them for lunch and shopping
sometimes, although I never did anything overtly sexual with them.  They
wanted to though."

   "Not overtly sexual?  But a little bit sexual?  You know this is every
man's fantasy."

   I laughed and said, "Well, there was the time in the dressing room when
we shopped, but that is a story for another time.  I'll just say she
enjoyed helping me try on some sexy things."

   By now I was quite uninhibited, and I said, "You know what?  I like you.
There is a half bottle of wine left and our glasses are almost empty.  I'm
going to suggest two choices, and I want you to respond with what you are
most comfortable with.  The first choice: If you would like to continue
chatting down here, then fill our glasses and we'll do that.  The second
choice: If you would like to come to my room and watch me lay back on the
bed and slowly remove my clothes and make myself orgasm, then stand up and
take the wine and glasses, and we'll head for the elevator.  Your choice,
no judgement, and either one would make my night because I really find you
charming and kind."

   He sat silently and looked at me, and finished the last sip in his glass
before he spoke.

   "One question.  Is this a setup?  I'm not married so I don't care about
that, but there isn't going to be someone there that is going to rob me or
beat me up or something like that, is there?"

   "You know, I never even considered that, and I actually admire that
you're being cautious, because it means you would look after me too.  But,
there will be no contact anyway, and no money involved.  So no, it isn't a
setup.  Let me try to convince you."

   I looked around, and there was no one in the lounge area, and no one at
the bar area was looking in our direction, so I pulled my skirt up as
discretely as I could and slid my panties off.  Thankfully I was wearing
something sexy, and I tossed them to him and they draped over his glass.  I
couldn't have done that again if I had tried a hundred times.

   Flustered, he quickly grabbed the panties and tucked them away, and
said, "Are you crazy?  You could have just said it wasn't a setup, I
would've believed you!"

   "Well, I wanted you to be sure so you would be completely at ease.  Now
feel my panties and see how wet they are.  You see how excited you made me?
So now, either pour the rest of the wine and we'll finish our evening here,
or stand up and we'll head to my room.  You'll even be able to wrap my
panties around your cock and watch me if you want."

   He stood up and took the two glasses and the bottle and said, "I'll
follow you."

   We got in the elevator, and I whispered, "You have no idea what the cool
air feels like on my bare pussy.  If there wasn't a camera right in the
corner, I would be lifting my skirt up and rubbing myself right now."

   The elevator stopped and the door popped open, and we walked towards my
room.  I can't even describe how excited I was, having a much younger guy
walking with me.

   We entered the room, and being the gentleman that he is, he poured us
the rest of the wine and said, "You really don't have to do anything if you
don't want to.  We can also just relax and talk some more."

   "That's very kind, but I'm beyond that now.  Pull that chair over and
place it in front of the bed and watch me."

   He sat down and I stood in front of him and slowly unbuttoned my blouse.
It hung open, and he could see my bra pushing up my full breasts as I
started to reach around to unbutton my skirt.  But just then, I suddenly
felt very insecure.

   "Look, I'm much older than you.  Are you sure you won't laugh at me? 
You could have any girl."

   "No, I won't laugh, and I think you're gorgeous.  Just keep going."

   Feeling relieved, I loosened my skirt and it hung on my hips.  Thank god
I tried to take care of myself and still had a flat stomach, so at least I
had that going for me.  I unsnapped my bra, and the cups fell forward, and
my blouse barely covered my breasts.  It's funny, all those times years ago
I had no problem at all strolling around in front of every completely naked
and even sitting on a stage and masturbating, but now I was nervous.  But I
couldn't stop myself now, and shrugged the blouse and bra off and let the
skirt fall to the floor.

   Standing there completely naked in front of him, I asked if he liked
what he saw.

   Rubbing himself through his jeans, he said I was amazing, which really
warmed me up.  I fell back on the bed and drew my feet up and spread my
knees to expose myself completely.  I keep my lips shaven, and am natural
otherwise, although it is trimmed neatly.  I ran my hands over my body and
cupped my breasts, and asked him if my pussy looked like it was excited.

   "Yes, I can see that it's damp.  Can I get a closer look?  I won't
touch, I promise."

   I nodded, and he knelt down in front of me and looked directly at my
pussy.  I couldn't hold back anymore, and reached down and slipped my
fingers through the lips and gasped.  The memories from years ago came
back, so I told him to pleasure himself if he wanted to, because I wasn't
going to stop.

   He stood up and pushed his jeans down and exposed his hard cock.  I
responded by rubbing myself in small circles as my nipples became hard and
my chest flushed.

   "Take the panties I gave you and wrap them around your cock and stroke
yourself.  Pretend you're inside me, because that's what I'm doing."

   He wasted no time and draped the panties over his cock and started
masturbating.  I didn't want this to be over too soon, so I told him that
in order to prolong this, I'll give a command to pause once in a while.  We
continued our pleasure, and then I said, "Stop!"

   He released his cock, and the panties remained draped over it.  I
squeezed my legs open and closed and rubbed my body and caught my breath
before telling him to start up again.

   We did this two more times, and then he finally said, "I'm going to cum,
and can't help it.  How do you want us to finish?  Together?"

   In the past, I didn't let the guys cum on me, but he had been so nice
and I trusted him, so I said, "I'll kneel in front of you and you shoot it
on my chest while I rub myself.  Hold off until I start to orgasm."

   I took my position in front of him and he started to quickly stroke his
cock.  My fingers were doing the same on myself until I told him, "Let go,
I'm about to orgasm."

   Jim stopped stroking and leaned forward slightly and pointed his cock at
my chest as he started to ejaculate.  I must have excited him, because it
was so much!  At the same time, I started to orgasm, but unlike him I kept
rubbing myself until I finally came back down to earth.  Isn't it funny how
men and women are different like that?  I brought myself to my feet and
looked at his cum dribbling down my body, and collapsed on the bed.

   He looked at me and said, "Sorry, should I get a towel to clean you up?
I didn't know it would be so much."

   "No!  I want to just lay here and feel it!  I want it on my body when I
sleep tonight!  Come here, finish undressing and lay down next to me."

   I was so happy that he didn't just leave, and we talked about what just
happened while we sipped the rest of our wine.  I told him what a feeling
it was to have him watch me when I did myself like that, and that I hoped
he didn't feel less manly or anything since all I let him do was stand
there and masturbate.  He said he didn't feel that way at all, and that he
was more than happy that he could excite me.

   He was laying next to me and I was gazing at his body, and I said, "Can
we do it again?  Start stroking your cock, and we'll just lay next to each
other while we play, ok?"

   He took his cock in his hand, and I saw it grow hard again.  I spread my
legs and let my fingers wander, and let the middle finger rub my clit.  My
other hand teased my nipples, and I told him to see the effect he was
having on me.

   Then I had another idea, and asked him, "This time I would like to slip
on some panties and have you cum all over them so I can wear them like that
tonight.  Do you mind?  You've seen everything anyway, and that would make
it a little more taboo."

   He said he didn't mind at all, so I rummaged through my bag and took out
a pair of light green lacy panties.  I put them on and laid back down, and
pulled them to the side so I could continue masturbating.  He got on his
knees on the bed between my legs while stroking his cock and told me he
wouldn't last long like that.  Sure enough, in a few minutes he asked how
he should orgasm this time.  I told him to cum on my panties and drench me.

   Quickly, he assumed the position and stroked hard until he once again
came to a stop and let his cum start flowing.  Just as I wanted, it landed
right on the light green material of my panties and made them turn dark
from the wetness.  I took my fingers and rubbed it in and I could feel the
soft hair underneath my panties become wet.  I don't know why that turned
me on so much, but it did.

   He collapsed beside me, and we gently kissed.  I found it kind of funny
that we had both orgasmed already, but we hadn't kissed yet, but it was
wonderful.

   I asked him how much longer he would be in Chicago, and he said one more
night after this.  It turns out that he is from Indy and I am about an hour
from him, so we made plans to see each other the next night and then maybe
some time in the future.  I told him not to worry about me falling in love
or anything because I'm well aware of the age difference, and I would be
content to share his company.  And if he already had a girlfriend, it's ok,
I won't be jealous.  We talked some more and pressed our bodies close to
each other, and agreed that we would fall asleep like this, and he could
just slip back to his room whenever he woke.

   The next day, I was definitely distracted from the events of the
previous night.  We had exchanged numbers, and I hadn't heard from him by
10, so I sent him a quick text: "That was so much fun last night.  Hope you
didn't think I was too weird.  I wish you could read my mind right now."

   He replied immediately, "You weren't weird at all.  I'll do anything to
make you feel good.  You still want to get together tonight?"

   "Yes!  Why don't you come to my room first, and then we'll go downstairs
for dinner, ok?  But, let's do this: I'll put one of my room keys in an
envelope and leave it at the front desk for you.  You pick it up, and when
you come to my room, just walk in and say 'Room Service!' We'll play it by
ear from there, ok?"

   "You are so bad, but I like it.  7:00?"

   "Perfect, see you then!"

   The day dragged on, and I finally made it back to my room and showered
and picked out an outfit.  I was trying to figure out exactly how it should
play out when he walked in at 7, and I decided I would keep it simple.  So,
I didn't even bother getting dressed and instead laid back on the bed and
started masturbating, knowing he would walk in in me.

   The minutes ticked by, and finally I heard the sound of the lock in the
door, and he walked in, saying "Housekeeping!  You needed extra towels?"

   I pretended to be shocked and tried to cover myself, and said, "You
don't even knock first?  And you don't even have towels with you!"

   "My mistake, I'm sorry.  After all, you do seem quite wet."

   "Well, at least let me finish and then you can bring me a towel from the
bath.  That will have to do."

   I opened my legs back up and resumed my pleasure, looking him straight
in the eye.  I could see him getting excited, but he just stood there as
though he was really a housekeeper doing as he was told.  I continued my
dialog.

   "You know, there was a man here with me last night, and he was so out of
control!  He came all over me not once, but twice, and I fell asleep that
way.  I had to take an extra long shower the morning just because of him."

   He started to rub himself, and I didn't want to tease him too much since
he was so nice.

   "But, I plan on going out to dinner and can't let that happen again.  It
looks like you need to take care of yourself too just like he did, but
don't dare cum on me."

   He took the hint and stepped closer while taking out his beautiful cock.
Neither of us said a word, and I just stared at him as he started to
masturbate.  I thought back to the times many years before, and was feeling
the same euphoria that I couldn't explain.

   We both continued and he finally said, "I can't last any longer!"

   I rolled off the bed and knelt down in front of him and said, "Cum in my
mouth.  I want every drop."

   Just like the two times previously, he stopped stroking and I wrapped my
lips around the end of his cock as his cum streamed into my mouth.  He
groaned and squeezed the last drops out and stepped back.

   I stood up and looked at him and took his hand and placed it on my
pussy, saying, "Finger me and make me orgasm."

   I held onto his shoulders as he rubbed me, and within a minute I started
convulsing and I collapsed against him.  When my breathing finally slowed
down again, he gently eased me back on the bed and crawled next to me.

   He whispered, "So, I thought there would be no touching?"

   "Honestly, that was my intention, but I guess the fantasy took on a life
of its own when I saw you standing there.  And we really are going out to
dinner and I had just showered, so that seemed to be the only option."

   He laughed and said, "Why does it seem like you were the one that
controlled me even though I am the one who came in your mouth?"

   "You make a good point.  But, we aren't done yet.  I want you to watch
me get dressed now.  Please, don't take your eyes off me for a second.  I
want to feel your stare."

   I took the panties I had picked out, and slowly stepped into them and
pulled them up to my thighs.  I stopped and let my finger slide through my
wetness and then brought it to my lips before I finished putting them on. I
picked up the bra and slipped it on, making note of the fact that it is
nearly see through.  The dress I picked out was a button up sundress very
similar to the one I wore the first time I went to the theater so many
years ago, and I very slowly buttoned it up while he watched.

   "Are you ready?  You have no idea how wet I got just getting dressed in
front of you."

   "Yes, I'm ready.  But I'm going to borrow your line from the morning,
and say that I wish you would read my mind right now."

   We went downstairs and took a table in the almost deserted restaurant,
which was perfect.  Before he could say anything, I asked the waiter to
give us about 30 minutes to discuss business before we ordered.

   After the waiter left, I said, "You know what I wish you would do?  Drop
your fork and then go under the table and pull my panties off."

   "I can't do that!  They would see that for sure!"

   "Ok, what if I go to the restroom and take them off, and then you drop
your fork and you take a look at my pussy?"

   "Sure, that might work."

   I went to the restroom quickly, came back and dropped the panties in his
lap.  He scrambled to hide them in his pocket.

   "I should have known", he whispered.

   "You haven't dropped your fork yet.  My pussy is waiting.  It craves
your gaze."

   "Give me a few minutes at least.  I was wondering if your stories were
really true, but now I'm convinced."

   "Yes, they are absolutely true.  I wish you were braver and would slip
under the table and plant kisses on the inside of my thighs."

   "I would love that, but it would be awkward to get thrown out of the
restaurant in the hotel where we are staying."

   "Ok then, tell me one of your naughty fantasies .  It seems like I'm
doing all the work."

   "Hmm, you drop your fork and crawl over and unzip me and take my cock in
your mouth."

   "Gee, that's original.  However did you think of that?"

   "You inspire me."

   "You have a wit about you that I like, really.  You have been a very
nice companion the last 24 hours."

   "Likewise, and I meant it when I said you are gorgeous.  And forget
about the age difference, we look great together."

   "You know what I want tonight?  I want to straddle you and feel you
inside me.  Does that excite you?  The vision of me hovering over you?"

   "Yes, to be honest I've already fantasied about that."

   "I only took the tip of your cock in my mouth earlier.  I would love to
take it all and feel it grow in my mouth.  Maybe even wake you up every
morning like that.  Would you like that?"

   Jim couldn't speak, and I knew it was time for my next move.

   I quickly turned around and called the waiter over and said, "We are
ready to start with some wine now.  Jim didn't want to bother you, but I'm
sure you won't mind.  Would you take him over to the bar so he could point
out the wine we had last night?  It was delightful."

   Jim knew he couldn't stand up in this condition, and knew exactly what I
was doing, and said, "Oh, it was the Chianti, I'm sure."

   "But there are two bottles on the list, and the one we had was perfect.
Please indulge me."

   The waiter took over and said, "Sir, it's no problem at all.  Please,
come with me."

   I gave Jim an innocent smile, knowing that several other couples had
arrived and now he had to walk past them.  He should have worn jeans again
instead of dockers.  When he returned, I made it a point to stare at him
and saw he still wasn't entirely composed.

   I smiled and said, "See, women have it much better.  I became dripping
wet just talking to you like that, but I still appear as a sweet innocent
girl and no one notices.  But to repay you for being such a good sport, I
unbuttoned the bottom three buttons of my dress while your were showing off
your wares to everyone, so you'll get a real eyeful when you drop your
fork. I promise to be good from now on."

   We had dinner, and laughed and joked around, and he actually did drop
his fork.  I made an extra effort to spread my knees, and gave him a good
look, and I asked him what he thought.

   "What I think is that I would love to taste you."

   "I think we can arrange that.  We just started our second bottle, so
should we take it upstairs with two glasses again?"

   We called for the check, and went to the elevator.  As we stepped in, I
rapidly unbuttoned the rest of the dress, remembering where the elevator
camera was when we came downstairs earlier.  I opened it wide and slid one
finger through my pussy and placed it on his lips, and told him to get
ready for more.  I closed my dress back up with only two buttons, and
actually hoped we would run into someone, but we made it to my room alone.

   I started thinking about when I used to play like this when I was young,
and wondered how things would have turned out if I had gone home with that
nice guy I met back then, or actually played with some of those couples. 
But although I had seen hundreds of adult movies back then and knew about
sex obviously, I didn't know much about relationships.  But that was then
and this is now, and I decided to enjoy the best of both worlds.

   We stepped into the room and I turned around and said, "Undress me."

   He slowly removed my clothes, and gently let his fingers glide through
my pubic hair.  He eased me on the bed and continued to undress himself. 
He spoke next.

   "What would you like?  I want to please you."

   "Anything you want.  Take your time."

   Ok, I don't know how to write down exactly what followed without it just
sounding like gratuitous sex, but I can say it was amazing!  He gave me all
kinds of compliments about my body, which was really good for my ego and
that had been suffering for some time.  As it turns out, we both go to
Chicago on business regularly, so hopefully our trips overlap at some
point. While we were having sex, he started working on my exhibitionist
tendencies, and whispered things like "Imagine we are being watched right
now", and "I wish we were in one of those theaters you used to go to." It
made me go crazy just thinking about it!  He said he would look for a place
where it might be possible, but I doubt it would be allowed here.  Anyway,
maybe we'll recreate our own little porn theater in the hotel room next
time and act it out.

   If you want to know more about my past or what is currently happening
with me, let me know!



   Showing Myself Ch.  05

   Meeting my new friend Monika.

   So, on Friday, we met out front at a traditional German department store
at 10AM, and I obviously was very nervous although I had no reason to be.
Was it the expectation that I was going to act normal today and not just
bare myself?  She was nervous about her English as well, and we decided to
get a coffee first.  It was kind of exciting sitting there at a cafÃ(C)
like two regular people, with each other knowing our most intimate secrets
(it made me wonder about other people walking by).  Just weeks before, I
had seen her being taken by her husband, and exploding in an orgasm of her
own, eventually falling back in her seat with his cum trickling down her
front.  I still think it was the most erotic thing I ever saw.

   We finished our coffee, and she waved at me to come.  In the meantime, I
looked closely at Monika and realized how beautiful and sexy she was.  I
wanted to be just like her!  She was taller than average, had long legs,
and very dark hair that draped over her shoulders.  I had seen her naked
before, but she was even sexier like this.  Her skin was perfect, of
course. I was so jealous, but not in a bad way!  She was wearing a very
fashionable dress that made me look like a little farm girl.

   We went to the store's lingerie section, and without saying anything,
she took a few things off the racks and motioned me to follow her.  We
entered a fitting room, and she said, "Undress" as she undressed herself.
Again, once I saw what she was wearing under her dress, I was so
embarrassed to be so boring compared to her.  But soon we were both
standing there completely naked anyway, so we were even.

   She first gave me some very pretty thigh high stockings to try on.  She
showed me how to put them on without tearing them, and I shivered when her
fingers slid between the elastic band at the top so she could adjust them,
knowing her fingers were touching my inner thighs where only I had touched
before.  She then held up the bra she chose, standing behind me and guiding
my arms and pulling the cups under by breasts.  Again, she adjusted them,
but not in an overtly sexual way.  She tried on something similar, and took
my hand and made me feel how smooth the material was.  We tried some silky
camisoles, and she smiled as I marveled at the texture of the fabric.  I
glanced in the mirror, and I could immediately see how sexual I could be,
as she again slid her hands over the silk top, saying "Nice, you like?" I
nodded yes, and she motioned for me to remove them.

   We were both nude again, and she held up two sets of garter belts and
stockings and handed me one.  I guess I looked confused, because she made a
motion that I should just wait and watch her.  She had put garters on many
times before obviously, and before I knew it she had clipped the garter to
the stockings and slipped on a matching bra.  She pointed to me and said,
"Now you."

   I struggled with the stockings again and she stopped me and said "Look."
She rolled them up, and then guided my toe into one and firmly pulled it
up. She handed me the other one, and I slipped it right on perfectly.  Now
came the garter, and she showed me the clasps in the back.  I hooked the
ends together, and stepped into it and pulled it up above my waist.  Now,
she pointed to the little straps hanging from the garter and said,
"Difficult, must practice", and she hooked one very slowly for me while I
watched and then motioned me to try it myself.  I have tiny fingers, but it
took several attempts before I finally caught the nylon over the button and
into the loop.  The next ones were easier and in a few minutes I had the
ones on the front finished.  I tried to reach one in the back, but she made
a motion to stop and she knelt behind me and took over.  I felt her hands
pull at the straps, and in no time it was complete.  She came back around
and looked at me and motioned me to stand straight up, and she pointed out
that the stockings weren't even.  She knelt down again and tapped the
inside of my ankles to imply that I should move my feet further apart.

   So now, I was standing there with my feet about a foot apart with
Monika's face about six inches from my clitoris.  She slid her fingers in
between the stockings and my thigh, and pulled them up slightly, and
rotated them around a little bit so that everything was even.  She leaned
back and observed, and I know she was wishing she could lean forward and
taste me, but she wasn't pushy.  She stood and handed me the bra, and
helped me adjust the cups again.  It was a push-up bra, and it gave me a
look I never believed was possible!  She stood behind me and put her hands
on my shoulders and turned me towards the mirror and said to me,
"Beautiful!" I couldn't believe the transformation, and knew that I would
never wear boring underwear again.

   But then, she waved her finger at me in friendly disapproval, and
pointed between my legs.  She spread her own legs and pointed to the lips
of her clitoris, and I saw that they were clean shaven and smooth.  "Men
like this better.  And women." How was I supposed to know that?  I smiled
and just nodded.  She just gazed at me, and then placed her hand on her own
wetness and started gentle circular motions.  She said, "Sorry, I must",
and gave me sort of a pleading look to ask for my approval.

   I nodded, and she motioned for me to do the same, and in a minute we
were in the tiny changing room facing each other and massaging ourselves.
The only time she made a motion to touch me was when she reached over to
pull my bra down so she could see my breasts, and then she leaned back and
continued to pleasure herself.  I looked closely at her, and noticed how
sexy she really was.  Her breasts were full and perky, and her hips
complimented the garter belt perfectly.

   We were both enjoying this immensely, and she motioned for me to come
closer, even though I was at most three feet away.  She pointed to my mouth
and then to her nipple, and I started to say that I'm sorry, I don't touch,
but she waved her finger and made gently blowing gestures, meaning she
wanted me to lean forward and just blow gently on her nipples.  She had
been so nice to me, so I did as she asked, and gently blew only to see her
nipple instantly grow erect.  She took her hand from her wetness and made
her nipple wet and said, "Again", and she squirmed with excitement.  After
that her hand started moving faster, and we soon were orgasming together.

   I must have looked so happy, because she smiled and looked at me and
shook her head in wonder!  She then took the hand that I was using to rub
myself and lifted it to her lips and kissed it.

   I started to get undressed, but she stopped me and reached into her
purse and took out a little pair of scissors and started clipping off the
price tags.  She looked up at me and said, "I buy, for you." I tried to
tell her not to do that, but she covered her ears and shook her head.  I
was so touched, that I broke my rule of touching, and gave her a warm hug.

   She also bought me the other things we tried on as well as all of the
things she picked out, and left the tags with the sales clerk.  Then she
took me to the panties section and picked out panties for me.  I felt so
bad because I didn't want her to spend money on me, and I think she
understood, but she just pointed to me and said, "Talk to Andrea", meaning
that Andrea would explain.

   When she went to pay, she started a conversation with the salesclerk,
who kept looking back at me and smiling, and although I had done hundreds
of other more risquÃ(C) things, I was so embarrassed!  I had no idea what
she was saying, but I found out from Andrea that she was just telling the
clerk that I was a friend and that I had no fashion sense and that it was
her gift to me to get started.  To go back to the last story I told when I
took off my panties and tossed them at Jim, I had sexy panties on only
because since that day with Monika, I wear exclusively very feminine and
sexy things under my clothes.  It feels amazing!

   We took an escalator to another floor, and I know if it had been more
crowded, people would have been able to look right up our dresses from the
opposite escalator.  We went to the dress section, and she asked the clerk
something, who then turned towards me and said in English that she would
help translate a little bit.  In a way, I liked it the way it was with
Monika, but I knew this would be easier.  She explained that Monika wanted
to find something elegant for me, and to follow her.

   She asked some questions about what I envisioned, and I said that what I
was wearing was typical, and that Monika would know more.  They talked for
a minute, and then she took a dress off the rack and lead me to the
dressing room.  I thought she was going to let me try it on myself, but she
came in with me and told me to take my dress off.  Again, although just
days previously I was sitting in front of a group of men with my legs
spread wide and masturbating and thought it was perfectly natural, now I
was terrified to remove my dress in from of this woman.  She sensed my
discomfort, and said, "Don't be shy.  I need you to put it on so I can set
the length.  You are lucky to have Monika for a friend.  She is very
fashionable."

   So, I unbuttoned my dress and stood there in the garter and pushup bra
that we had just bought.  She didn't show any surprise at all, so obviously
this attire was normal for women who shopped here.  But now I wished I had
at least slipped the panties on!  The dress she chose was black with a soft
sheen and a white belt.  I looked in the mirror, and once again I was
shocked!  She knelt down and adjusted the hem with pins and then told me to
take it back off.  I asked her how much it was, but she said that was not
important because Monika is buying it for me.  I told her that I couldn't
let her do that because she had already done too much, but she said that
Monika was making a special day for me and to enjoy it.

   The salesclerk said the dress would be ready for me in one hour, and
Monika said that we would now go to the little restaurant on the top floor
and have a dessert while we wait.  When we went back down, I put the dress
on and I can't describe how it felt!  I put my old dress in the bag and I
felt so proud walking with Monika through the shopping district.  We spent
a few more hours together window shopping, and then I went home.

   After totally shocking my parents with my new look, I went straight to
my room and peeled the dress off.  I flopped down on the bed so that I
could see myself in the full length mirror opposite the bed, and started
drawing my fingers through my wetness.  I replayed the events of the day
through my mind, and stared at myself in the sexy bra and garters and knew
that this session wouldn't last long, and actually wished Monika was with
me.  In minutes I was writhing on the bed with one of the most intense
orgasms I had ever had.  After I calmed down, I slid down closer to the
mirror and looked at my lips to see what Monika meant when she said I
should shave it smooth.  I went to my bath and took out my razor and
shaving cream, and did my best to clean up.  I couldn't wait to show
Monika!

   I went to bed still wearing my garter belt, and felt sexier than ever
before.  And I was already making plans to start using my newly found
sexiness.  Monika was now my idol and dear friend, and I wanted to be just
like her.  To this day, I am still very feminine and am not afraid at all
to exhibit my sexuality, and it comes all from her.

   Before I close this chapter, I wanted to tell about something funny that
happened a couple weeks after the first time I went shopping with Monika.
We were walking through the shopping district, and I heard someone call
"Jennifer!" I turned around, and it was the two girls I went to the adult
theater with that very first time.  I had a very nice dress on and nice
shoes, and they just looked at me kind of shocked.  Monika looked at me,
and I said in the best broken German I could that they were school friends
and they were always much more popular than me.

   They approached, and I said, "This is my friend Monika.  We come down
here for shopping and coffee a couples days a week and just relax.  Monika,
this is Lisa and Roxanne."

   Monika smiled and was very gracious, and said, "Sorry, English not so
good".

   Roxanne grabbed my bag and looked inside, and saw some sexy panties and
a new bra, and she said, "Wow, what is all this for??"

   Monika was dressed so sexy, with leather pants and high heels and a very
cute blouse and sunglasses.  I said, "Well, look at Monika.  Do you think
she wears underwear from the PX?  She has been helping me with building a
wardrobe.  And she's my best friend."

   She laughed, and said, "I can't imagine you wearing this!"

   Monika understood enough to know that I was being put down, and put her
arm around me and said, "No, she is very beautiful.  You come with us for
coffee and cake?  We go the same place always.  Very good."

   We took the elevator to the cafÃ(C) we always went to after shopping,
and when we arrived she talked briefly with the host, and then we sat down.
I found out later from Andrea that she told him that I needed a little lift
for my ego and to pick out his most charming server that speaks a little
English and make me feel special.

   We sat down, and soon an incredibly handsome man came over to wait on
us. I had seen him before, as this was probably the fifth time we had been
there.  He said a few words to Monika, and then turned to me and said,
"Miss Jennifer, very nice to see you again.  I must say, Monika is our
favor customer and she has been coming here for years, but now I admit when
we see her coming we look to see if you are with her.  You look very
beautiful today!"

   I said thank you, and my friends just sat there with their mouths open.
I just smiled and said, "Now you see why it's our favorite place."

   He gave us the dessert menu and took our order for four coffees, and
when he came back to get the rest of our order, he said to me, "Miss
Jennifer, I spoke to the chef and he has prepared a new cake to serve for
the dinner guests tonight, but he would like you to try it.  Is that ok, or
do you prefer something else?"

   I graciously accepted it, and by now Lisa and Roxanne were filled with a
million questions!  And although the server never would have said those
things if she hadn't coached the host, it reinforced her as my best friend.

   They asked how we know each other, and I really wanted to say I happened
to be watching her suck her husband's cock one day and we hit it off, but I
just said something about how we were looking at shoes at the same time and
she helped me out with fashion advice and that it's fun to come there ard
try on things (if they only knew).

   Before we left, she said something to the server and he turned to me and
said, "Monika would like to know if your friends would like to join you two
at the sauna tomorrow?  It would be her pleasure."

   Now let me explain a sauna in Europe.  Monika and I had gone once
before, and it was incredible!  It was coed, for young and old, and was not
sexual at all.  Everyone is walking around completely naked, and it feels
so natural.  Normally you first take a shower, get in the sauna, then take
an ice cold shower, and then relax on a lounge chair for ten minutes, and
then repeat this several times.  Monika said it's even better in winter
because sometimes it's snowing and they have a patio you can relax on
instead of the icy shower, and it's so sexy to feel the snowflakes fall on
your naked body.  I can't wait!

   Anyway, my friends had never been to a sauna before, but they accepted,
and we agreed to meet there the next day.

   We met the next day, and the way it works is there are little changing
rooms where you keep your things, and you hand the key to the attendant
before you enter the sauna and pick up a towel from him.  They each entered
a changing room and then Monika pulled me into hers.  We started
undressing, and her eyes were locked on me.  When I got down to my panties
and bra, she leaned forward and whispered "So beautiful".  I was really
liking Monika a lot!  We finished undressing, and then paused and looked at
each other before we exited the room.  I tapped on one of the doors where
my friends were.  And said, "Almost ready?"

   "Yes, just a sec.  Be right out!"

   Monika and I were standing there naked, and almost simultaneously they
stepped out wearing bathing suits!  Monika covered her mouth to stifle a
laugh, and while my friends stared at us in shock to see us standing there
naked, I explained that no one wears clothes in there.  Roxanne continued
to protest, and Monika walked up to her and put her hands on her shoulders
and said, "It's ok, you will like it.  We will be with you."

   Hesitantly they went back in their cabins and one of them said, "Can we
at least have a towel?" and I explained that we would get towels at the
attendant's desk.  They stepped out, and I looked them over.  Lisa had
small breasts and very dark pubic hair (I promised myself I would give her
a few tips on cleaning that up), and Roxanne had fuller breasts and silky
pubic hair more like mine.  I definitely thought I had a sexier body, and
Monika confirmed it later.

   We got to the attendant desk, and Monika handed the keys to him. 
Roxanne looked and said, "Where's your key?  There are only three." I just
matter-of-factly said that Monika and I shared a changing room like we
always do, and she looked a little puzzled.  And although the sauna is not
a sexual area, I started to feel that familiar tingling and knew I was
getting wet just standing in front of my friends like that.

   We got our towels and we showed them the first step of showering before
we enter the sauna.  This was the first time I noticed that Monika could
have a devilish aspect to her, and after soaping up her front and rinsing,
she stepped over to Roxanne and said, "I wash your back", and before
Roxanne could say anything, Monika had begun soaping her up, running her
hands up and down her body and down her legs.  Then she said, "Now, help
me", and turned around.  Roxanne didn't protest, and did the same thing to
Monika.  I told Lisa to turn around and I would wash her, and she said she
could do it herself.  I said, "Stop, you aren't going to turn into a
lesbian just because I washed your back.  And I expect you to do me too. 
Just loosen up a little bit."

   We finished and stepped out in the main area.  Monika turned to them and
said, "Feel better now?  Not scared?" I don't know how Roxanne couldn't
feel overwhelmed after letting a drop dead gorgeous woman wash her in the
shower, but they both nodded.

   About that time, two guys walked by, obviously with their cocks hanging
down since they had to be nude too.  I turned to them and said, "You'll get
used to it.  I've probably seen more cocks now than any girl we went to
school with, and I don't even notice it now.  Just try to keep your eyes in
your head." Of course, if I counted the cocks I had seen in the adult
theaters, there were many hundreds more.

   We stepped into the sauna and sat on our towels and Monika explained
that normally we sit ten minutes.  After a few minutes, we really started
to sweat, and she smiled at them and said, "Feel good?"





   They nodded yes, and soon the ten minutes was up.  Next we did the cool
down routine.  There was a cold shower area, and also an ice cold pool
where you could jump in.  I said, "Ok, Monika and I will do the pool this
time and you do the shower, and then we'll switch next time.  That gives
you a chance to try both".

   They hesitantly stepped under the cold water, and I laughed as they
squirmed.  But Monika and I just jumped into the pool without a thought and
it felt so good!  We were facing each other, and Monika gave me that
familiar look where I knew she was fantasizing about me.  I smiled, and
whispered, "Maybe in the changing room after we finish like last time?"

   She nodded, and we continued onto the next step.  I explained to the
girls that now we would just relax in the lounge chairs and let our body
temps revert to normal, and then repeat it.  By the third time, I said they
would feel so refreshed.

   We laid back in the lounge chairs, with Monika on my right and the other
two on my left.  Again, the devilish Monika came out and whispered to me,
"Say to them what I told you what men like.  They need to know."

   I laughed and said, "Monika!" and playfully slapped her.  The others
asked what she said, and I told them they really don't want to know.  They
insisted, and I said, "Ok, I warned you."

   So I explained that Monika noticed that they were not properly trimming
themselves "down there", and that men really liked it a little smoother on
the lips for oral sex, and that it even feels less abrasive when
masturbating.  Well, Monika didn't tell me that last part, but I noticed it
myself after I started shaving there.

   Lisa just said, "Oh my God, I can't believe you said that!"

   "Well, you insisted.  But really, if you sneak a look at either of us,
you'll see what I mean.  Monika has taught me so much.  Just give it a
try."

   We rotated through the sequence two more times, and they admitted that
it felt amazing, and by then even though there were probably 30 people
there, they didn't feel self-conscious at all anymore.  We took one more
shower to clean ourselves, and Roxanne even took it upon herself to wash
Monika.

   We retrieved our keys, and we went back to the changing rooms.  Monika
and I entered ours, and she immediately gave me a hug and leaned back and
let her hand fall between her legs.  I did the same thing, whispering that
we have to hurry.

   I looked at every curve of her body, but the most sensual part was
staring into her eyes as we masturbated, as though we could feel what the
other was feeling through them.  I was so wet, and my fingers glided easily
through my lips and over my clitoris, and soon I was trembling with an
orgasm.  Monika wasn't finished yet, and I stepped over to her and
whispered, "You are so beautiful.  I think about you when I'm alone at
night in my bed."

   She closed her eyes and continued masturbating, thinking of how I must
look in my bed, and soon she slid down to her knees in ecstasy.

   We quickly dressed, and we met Lisa and Roxanne at the little smoothie
bar area, where Monika explained that they make healthy smoothies to
complete the day and relax.  Again, Monika insisted on paying for
everything, and I have to say that Lisa and Roxanne were vey grateful. 
They also asked her if she would help them pick out some clothes like she
did for me, and she said of course, and that I would arrange it with them.

   So, as I said, I'll get back to my adventures in the next stories. 
Sorry if this was boring, but as I said, it was important to me.  I will
see Jim next week, so maybe the next story will be a current one or maybe
from the earlier days.  Bye!