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   Showing Off, Showing More and Showing Skill

   There must be something about the onset of summer.  This time of year,
as the temperature rises, my libido escalates, my daring side begins to
awaken from its winter slumber and my exhibitionist tendencies emerge.

   As the calendar slips into June, most of my college classmates have left
this college town for their summer roosts, leaving me and a few of my
fellow students here amongst the year-round athletes, worker bees and
assorted townies.  It's a great time to be here.  The traffic thins out,
leaving ample room for us avid cyclists, runners and other athletic types
to train and play with abandon.  Everyone dons their warm-weather work-out
clothes and bare skin replaces head-to-toe fleece.

   For me, the warm weather means I can begin wearing my skimpy shorts,
tops, swim suits and other revealing summer clothes.  Remember those
exhibitionist tendencies I mentioned before?

   Ever since I started college -- I'm a senior now -- I've found a great
deal of self-satisfaction and sexual excitement in capitalizing on
opportunities to show off my body to unsuspecting people, mostly men.  I'm
not talking about blatant flashing, although my growing boldness may lead
me to that activity.  I have preferred more subtle methods.

   Let me take a minute to describe myself.  I am 22 years old.  5 feet, 7
inches tall.  I have long, straight brown hair that hangs down to the
middle of my shoulder blades.  As my height might lead you to guess, I am
long and lean, but blessed with somewhat shapely curves in the right
places. I have average-sized breasts.  You know, enough to fill out a bra
or bikini top, but not so much as to get in the way during a run or keep me
from not wearing a bra.  I've been told my ass is my finest asset, pun
intended.  I run or cycle at least three times a week and earn extra money
by working three days a week as a personal trainer.  I have a pierced belly
button and a somewhat elaborate, but tasteful, tattoo in the middle of my
back, right at about hip level.  I work hard on my body, which may explain,
in part, my desire for it to be admired by others.

   With the temperatures in the mid-80s these days, I have pulled my stock
of short shorts, flattering sports bras, halter tops and assorted other
small clothing items out of the back of my closet.  I just made my annual
switch to g-string thong underwear, leaving my regular panties and the
panty lines they create in a box with the rest of my winter garb.

   Getting Ready to Greet the Summer

   I woke up this morning feeling quite horny and decided it was time to
begin my summer series of shows.  My first decision of the day was to break
out a pair of scissors and a new razor to take care of the hair down there,
if you know what I mean...

   After showering, I sat down on the edge of my bathtub and used the
scissors to trim my pubic hair as short as I could get it.  I then squirted
a half dollar-sized glob of shaving gel into my left hand and rubbed it
into my pubes, lathering it up nicely and completely covering my triangle
of hair, as well as around my pussy lips and all the way up to my asshole.
I took a brand new disposable razor in hand and made a first pass
horizontally near the top of my triangle of hair.  It took several passes
before I had removed all the hair in each swath.  I continued to work my
way down my pubic area until I had removed all the hair above my actually
pussy opening.  Now I had to tackle the area around my pussy lips and the
area from my pussy lips to just above my asshole.  Carefully, I drew the
razor vertically along each side of my pussy, slowly drawing the razor
downward several times to remove all the hair.  Then, with my other hand, I
would hold each pussy lip in place as I carefully shaved off all the hair.
When I finished, I noticed I had missed a tiny patch of hair just above the
hood that covers my clit.  I reached down with my right hand and lifted up
on the skin just below my belly button with the flat of my hand.  This
provided easy access to the hair I had missed.  A quick swipe of the still
sharp razor removed the last of my pubic hair.  Next came the peritoneum
area, the area between my pussy and my asshole.  This area was a bit hard
to get at, since I couldn't see what I was doing.  However, I wanted to be
thorough, so I improvised.

   I took my bathroom mirror off the wall above my sink.  I propped it up
against the side of the tub, laid down on the floor with my back propped up
on a rolled up towel and raised my bent legs up toward my chest.  With my
legs in the air, I had a perfect view of my now bare pussy and my little
pink asshole, still surrounded by wisps of brown hair.  I took some more
shaving cream and rubbed it all over the new target area.  First I removed
all the hair from the peritoneum.  Next, was the area surrounding my
asshole.  This was a bit tricky, since the puckered skin required patience
and a steady hand, lest I repeatedly nick my self.  With my asshole covered
in shaving cream, I used my left hand to pull my left leg to the side,
granting complete access to that side of my anus.  I carefully drew the
razor out from my hole and up my ass cheek, being sure to remove ever last
hair.  I did the same for the other side and the areas directly above and
below my asshole.  I then took a warm, wet washcloth and wiped the
remaining shaving cream away.  I closely examined my handiwork and found no
missed hairs.  My pussy and asshole were now completely bare. 

   Wanting to be totally thorough, I laid the bathroom mirror on the floor,
squatted over it and closely studied my bald pussy.  I used my finger tips
to manipulate my pussy lips, taking care to examine each little nook and
cranny.  Not a stray hair to be seen.  Done.  Well, almost.  All the
activity around my pussy had turned me on, so with the mirror providing
such a wonderful view of my special place, I slid two fingers in and out of
my now-wet cunt, then focused on rubbing back and forth over my clit, which
thanks to the shaving was easily accessible and in full view.  It was such
a turn on to masturbate with such a perfect view of my hand working my
dripping wet pussy.  The vivid view made me feel a bit naughty which
greatly added to the excitement and ultimately a very quick trip to an
intense orgasm.

   Now for the Luncheon Appointment

   Newly shaved and still horny as heck, I decided to go downtown to lunch,
where all the 9-5ers gather, eat and wander over the lunch hour.  To fit
into such a nice setting, I needed to wear the right things.  I started
with a pair of tiny black g-string panties.  With my now-shaved pussy, I
could wear these tiny panties without nary a hair peeking out.  I covered
the g-string with a pair of small, skin-tight dark blue, cotton and spandex
work-out shorts.  These shorts look like a less-shiny pair of bicycle
shorts, but are cut to a length that stops just at the place where my
thighs meet my butt cheeks.  The top of these shorts is cut low to hug my
hips.  On top I wore a thin, tight white work-out shirt.  This body-hugging
shirt is cut about three inches above my belly button, exposing my mid-rift
and showing off the tattoo on my lower back.

   What I like especially about his outfit is twofold.  One, the low-cut
shorts ensures that some part of my sexy underwear is always showing,
leaving no doubt to the average observer that I am wearing a thong, with a
remarkably thin strip of material running right up from my gorgeous ass
cheeks (sorry about the editorializing, but when you got it, you got
it...). When I sit down and lean forward in these shorts, you can see the
tiny strip of material emerging from my ass cheeks and tying in to the
strings that snake over my hips and back down the front of my shorts.  I
know this turns guys on.  There must be something about women and g-strings
these days.

   The top is light and thin enough that one can just make out a
nipple-sized dark circle on each breast.  When my nipples are erect, which
is quite often when I am dressed like this, the top draws even more leers
than usual.  In addition to being somewhat transparent, the top is very
tight and clings snugly to my breasts, giving them just enough lift and
support to highlight their size and nice round shape.

   Dressed in my lunchtime outfit, I headed downtown.  Just before I was
about to turn onto the main downtown sidewalk and join the throngs of
lunching workers and tourists, I adjusted my shorts especially for my
outing.  I tugged down on each leg, positioning the shorts low on my hips.
I hooked a thumb under each side of my g-string and hiked it up enough that
it was plainly visible above the waist of my shorts.  As I lifted it up, I
could feel the tiny triangle of material that covered my crotch slip
between my pussy lips.  It was a bit uncomfortable, but became much less so
as I walked and the material worked its way back and forth across my
newly-shaved pussy.  I looked down and could see my slit clearly outlined
in the skin-tight shorts.  I hadn't noticed that before.  Ahhh, something
else to show off!

   I decided to stop at Starbucks first.  With iced coffee in hand, I
grabbed a table next to the sidewalk outside.  I sat down and leaned
forward, putting my elbows on the table and hands around my iced coffee. 
People approaching on the sidewalk from behind would now be able to see the
top half of my g-string thong exposed to them.  They could see the top
little strip of material emerging from my ass crack, and the two thin
strings of material snaking up and over my exposed hips.  I could feel the
breeze on my half-exposed ass, and got increasingly turned on as I watched
the reflection in the Starbucks window of men slowing and staring as they
sauntered by me.

   As I finished my coffee, I nonchalantly pinched my nipples as I stood up
to ensure they would provide additional focal points as I headed off for a
stroll through downtown.  I walked the three blocks through downtown,
drawing an impressive number of leers.  One time a guy was just staring at
my chest as we both crossed a busy street.  He wasn't altering his
astonished stare one bit, so I reach up and put my hands on the outside of
my breasts and pushed them together, trailing my fingers around the curve
of the underside of my breasts as I dropped my hands again to my sides.  I
thought the poor guy was going to walk into a pole.

   Heading to the Hills

   As I left downtown, feeling somewhat flush from my little exhibitionist
activity, I decided to go for a run before heading back home.  I knew of a
trail about half-mile from downtown that led up to a mountain overlook
before winding back down to town, just a mile or so from my apartment.  As
I ran along the street, passing people along the way, I continued to get
turned on knowing that my bouncing breasts were a surprising sight to
people I was approaching, and my shapely ass was a welcome sight to those I
had passed.

   By the time I hit the trail, I was getting somewhat sweaty.  The thin
white top was becoming nearly translucent with each new drop of
perspiration.  Good thing I was leaving pavement and the people behind. 
Given how exposed by breasts now were, I could get in trouble running
around like that on the city streets. 

   I continued to make good time up the trail.  It was getting steeper,
which was forcing me to exert myself more, resulting in more and more
sweat. After about 15 minutes of increasingly steep trail, I paused to
catch my breath.  I looked down at my chest and was surprised that my
breasts were almost completely visible.  I tweaked my nipples and started
back up the hill.  I heard voices as I approached a hairpin turn not far
from the top.  I could tell it was a man and a woman.  As I approached the
turn, I slid my shorts significantly further down my hips, so that they
were, essentially, half-way down my ass, totally exposing my g-string.  As
I rounded the turn, I saw the couple.  They were young, perhaps in their
20s, and headed down the trail right toward me.  I stood up as straight as
I could, thrusting out my chest, and jogged right by them.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I could see them both staring at my breasts bouncing up
and down in my now see-through top.  I was sure they would turn around as I
ran by, glimpsing my almost fully-exposed ass as I scampered up the trail.
Boy was I getting hot!

   I soon got to the top of this section of the trail, which emerges at an
overlook off a windy mountain road.  The overlook provides tourists with an
excellent view of the town and surrounding valley.  Being a perfect summer
day, there were several cars parked in the overlook lot with numerous
people milling around.  I ran right through the overlook parking lot, still
with breasts bouncing in my see-through top and my ass nearly exposed in my
tiny g-string.  I heard a couple of gasps and one whistle.  I kept going
and crossed the road, re-entering the woods on the other side.

   About 100 yards into the woods, I slowed down and began walking to rest
a bit.  As I did so, I had time to relax and enjoy the warm sun beating
down on the back of my neck.  Feeling remarkably horny, I decided to find a
secluded spot, well off the trail for a little sunbathing and, perhaps, a
chance to relieve some sexual tensions, if you know what I mean.

   Fun in the Sun

   A little way further in, I left the trail and started climbing up to a
rock outcropping about 50 feet above the trail.  I climbed hand-over-hand
up the steep hillside.  I could feel my tiny, tight shorts sliding further
down my ass as I bent over to grab rocks, roots and other woody debris to
pull myself up the hill.  Finally I reached the rocks and found that they
hid a nice flat grassy area just above them.  The sun shone brightly on the
area through a gap in the trees.  Since it was above the trail, no one
coming by could see me.  I looked around carefully to make sure no one was
around, or in my sight line.  There was no one.

   Jumping straight into the fire, I quickly slid off my shorts, stepped
out of them and tossed them on a rock.  Now clad only in my tiny g-string
panties and light top, I was even more excited.  For some reason, standing
nearly naked in the great outdoors made me feel flushed and even more horny
that before. 

   I grabbed the sides of the panties and again lifted them up above my
hips, pulling the thin material up between my pussy lips.  I looked down,
admiring the look of my shaved pussy lips protruding from either side of
the black material wedged in my slit.  I ran my fingers across my smooth
lips, thinking about the whole shaving experience and how naughty it made
me feel to have a totally smooth private area.  I then hooked my fingers
under the sides of my panties and slid them off over my hips and stepped
out of them.  Next, I peeled off my sweaty shirt and draped it on a rock
next to me.  Standing there, totally nude, surrounded by pine trees with
the sun beating down on me, I felt a rush of excitement.  What an
incredible feeling.

   I found a relatively flat rock and laid down on it, soaking in the sun
and thinking about how sexy this felt.  My hand made its way down to my
shaved pussy and I again began to masturbate, as a breeze blew across my
sweaty body.  Just as I was nearing orgasm, I heard voices on the trail
below me.  I quickly withdrew my hand from my crotch and moved into
position to peer over the rocks to the trail below.  The same couple I had
passed on the trail before were noe standing directly below my rock
outcropping.  The guy was pointing up to the rocks and saying something I
couldn't make out.  Then, the woman left the trail and began climbing up
toward me, the guy following her and helping her get up the steep terrain.
I looked over to where my clothes were draped on rocks, about 20 feet from
where I had been laying.  Obviously, the clothes were well out of reach and
there was no way I could get to them without being seen and/or heard.

   I was near panic.  What should I do?  I was totally naked and two
strangers would be peeking over the rocks in a matter of 30 seconds.  Shit!

   Sometimes You Just Have to Go With It

   In a sudden rush of excitement, I decided what to do.  Nothing.  I would
just lay down and see what happens.  I felt relatively safe, since it was a
man and a woman.  I crept back over to my sunbathing rock and laid back
down.  The way the rock was positioned, my feet were pointing in the
direction from which the man and woman would appear over the rocks.  Now
feeling more comfortable with my exhibitionist decision, I bent my knees,
feet flat on the rock and parted my legs just enough that they would have a
clear view of my shaved pussy.  I ran my hands over my breasts and pinched
my nipples so they would be erect when the couple got their first look at
me.

   Just as I lay my arms at my side, I heard a grunt and saw the woman
appear over the rock face.  She stood up and almost immediately saw me. 
She gasped and quickly turned around.  I heard her companion ask what was
wrong.  She said, "There's somebody up here." The guy responded with a "so
what?" and quickly climbed up over the edge.  He too let out an audible
gasp, but didn't avert his gaze anywhere near as quick as the woman did. 
He stammered something about being sorry for disturbing me.  He grabbed his
wife's elbow (I noticed a wedding band) and turned to head back down to the
trail.

   "That's alright," I said in as firm and confident of a voice as I could
muster.  "Stay.  I don't mind at all.  The couple looked at each other and
then looked at me.  Both of them let their gaze linger much longer this
time, eyes flashing with uncertainty as sexual tension seemed to grow
almost palpable.  They both sort of shrugged and the guy said, "Okay." They
sat down on a rock and fidgeted, not know what to do with themselves.

   I decided that since I initiated this strange situation, I should make a
valiant attempt to break the ice.  So, I stood up, strode over to them and
extended a hand.  "Hi, I'm Kai.  I don't usually lay around the woods
naked, but for some reason, it seemed like the thing to do today.  We all
shook hands as Tom and Kate introduced themselves.  The only other thing I
could think to say is, "Sorry, but this is really turning me on."

   Kate smiled knowingly and looked down at her husband's crotch.  "I think
it's turning Tom on to," she said as she put her hand on the newly
constructed tent in his flimsy running shorts.  Tom turned a bit red. 
Feeling much more emboldened after Kate's light-hearted reaction, I reached
down, still standing there in front of them, and sensually cupped my shaved
crotch with my right hand and ran my middle finger back and forth just
inside my moist pussy.  Kate's eyes were fixated on my shaved pussy and the
activity taking place down there.  Tom was too.

   "Have you always shaved everything off down there," she asked with a nod
of her head toward my crotch.  "No, just shaved for the first time today,"
I relied.  "It's very sexy," she said.  I was surprised by her candor and
noticed she was massaging Tom's obviously hard dick through the material of
his shorts.  "I trim and shave down there too, but not as much as you did,"
she said still staring at my crotch. 

   "Really," I said, "Let me see." I surprised myself with that comment,
but she didn't miss a beat and said, "OK." She stood up and slid off her
shorts.  She was wearing a thong too.  Not nearly as skimpy as my g-string,
but still very sexy.  Before I could assess much more, she slipped it off
too, stood up and pulled her t-shirt off over her head.  Now clad in only a
sports bra, she whipped it off too.  Man, this girl was as, if not more,
bold than I was.  Now poor Tom was sitting there, hard as a rock,
surrounded by two totally nude women. 

   "See," Kate said as she looked down at her pussy and kind of compressed
her upper thighs with her hands to improve the view of her crotch.  Her
pubic hair was trimmed very close to the skin and she had shaved all the
hair off around the sides of her pussy.  "This allows me to wear just about
any bathing suit I want to," she said as she too slipped a finger between
her pussy lips.



   I watched her finger sliding in and out of her slit as I continued
wagging my middle finger inside my own pussy.  Tom was looking back and
forth at his wife and at the total stranger standing naked in front of him.
"Wow," was seemingly all he could say.  He then stood and quickly stripped
off his own clothes without saying a word. 

   Seeing the Forest for the Tease

   The three of us stood facing one another.  What a sight this must have
been.  Two naked women fondling their pussies and one guy gently massaging
his erect cock while standing in the middle of the woods.  I began to ask
myself how far I wanted this to go.  I decided there was no way I would
have sex with Tom.  I didn't know him and wasn't prepared for intercourse.
Just as I completed that thought, Kate asked if she could touch my breasts.

   Seemed harmless enough, I figured.  "Sure," I said.  She stepped up to
me and gently put a hand on each of my breasts.  She fondled them with an
expert touch, rolling them around in her soft hands, gently tweaking my
nipples from time to time.  Tom came up behind Kate and reached around and
fondled her breasts.  Kate took his hands and put them on my breasts and
she moved closer to me.  I could feel her hot breath on my face as Tom
pushed her closer to me.  We were nearly in an embrace now.  Our breasts
were pushed against each others'.  I almost involuntarily stepped forward
so that our hips were touching.  I could feel her closely cropped pubic
hair against my freshly shaved crotch.  Tom continued massaging my breasts,
occasionally moving from my breasts to his wife's.

   Next thing I knew, I felt Kate's hand cup my pussy and begin probing my
insides with her finger.  This was getting awfully hot and heavy.  I had to
be careful.  I didn't want this to get out of hand.  Those thoughts, as you
might imagine, were fleeting as I got caught up in what Kate was doing. 
Feeling a woman so close to me was new.  I hadn't ever done anything like
this before.  I had had one lesbian experience my freshman year of college
with a dorm roommate, but it was done after much beer and didn't last too
long before we both passed out.  Neither of us ever mentioned it.

   "Lay down on the rock over there," Kate said stepping back and pointing
at my sunbathing rock.  I walked over to the rock and bent over, my back
facing them as if to sit down.  I paused with my ass high in the air, my
hands on the rock, giving them an unobstructed, full-on view of my ass.  I
knew from seeing this view in my mirror that they would be looking at my
little pink asshole and shaved mound peeking out from between my legs. 
Pausing in this position again gave me that naughty, slutty feeling.  I
love that feeling!

   I then sat down and stretched out on the rock.  Kate came over with her
t-shirt in hand and dropped it on my knees.  She bent down and used her
hands to part my legs and positioned the t-shirt so that she could put her
own knees down on it.  Now on her knees between my legs, I figured out what
she had in mind.  Before I could utter a word, she bent down and quickly
licked my wet pussy from bottom to top.  I shuddered at her touch.  Seeing
or feeling my reaction she buried her face in my cunt and started expertly
licking me, alternating between sticking her tongue as deep inside me as
she could and flicking the end of her tongue across my clit.

   With Kate's face planted between my thighs I watched as Tom came up
behind his wife, cock in hand, and bent down behind her.  He moved back and
forth seemingly trying to position his cock to enter his wife from behind.
He quickly found his target and lunged forward burying his nice-sized dick
in her.  He began to move in and out of her, forcing her face firmly into
my crotch with each thrust.

   I was close to orgasm and began unconsciously clenching my thighs
against Kate's head.  Sensing my nearing orgasm, she focused on my clit and
quickly sent me over the edge.  I came with a couple of moans, grunts and
tense muscles.  Her task complete, she raised herself up on her hands and
began moving with Tom, as he continued to work her from behind.  I laid
there, legs spread wide with Kate between them being fucked from behind by
her husband.  Surprisingly, she came and collapsed across my thighs.  Tom
withdrew from her wet cunt and stood there, still erect, his cock
glistening with his wife's juices.

   "Would you give Tom a blow job," Kate breathlessly asked.  Tom's eyes
widened with surprise.  I wasn't too keen on this, but being caught up in
the moment, I quickly acquiesced and sat up and scooted in front of Tom as
Kate got out of the way.  Tom put his hands on his hips and leaned toward
me, his cock now pointing menacingly straight up, just a few inches from my
face.  I grabbed his hard member and licked him from the bottom of his
balls to the tip of his dick. 

   With Kate watching intently, still sitting there completely nude, I slid
my mouth over his cock head and swallowed as much of his dick as I could
take.  I grasped his shaft with one hand and began aggressively pumping his
shaft up and down, sliding his cock head in and out of my mouth.  I was
determined to make him cum quickly, as I was a little uncomfortable sucking
this stranger off.  That's not to say I wasn't incredibly hot!  After just
20 or so strokes, Tom began to tense up and was about to cum.  With Tom's
dick still in my mouth, I motioned for Kate to come over.  She came up next
to me, her face at the same level as mine watching Tom's cock slide in and
out of my mouth.  Tom was still tense and getting tenser.  I could tell he
was about to let go.  I think Kate knew what I was going to do and she
moved in closer.  Right as Tom shot his first gooey rope of cum, I removed
his cock from my mouth and pointed it at Kate.  That first rope ended up
draped across the bridge of her nose.  He let loose another four or five
good-sized blobs of cum, each of which landed on her face, one on her right
check, one across her lips and the aforementioned one across her nose. 
Quite a sight!

   I pumped the remainder of Tom's cum from his dick, catching the last
glob with my finger.  I held it, now dripping from my finger, out and let
Kate catch it in her mouth.  She used her own fingers to wipe Tom's cum off
her face, putting each bit right into her mouth.  Kate was quite a
cum-eater, I noted.  Kate stood up and she and Tom embraced, kissing
hungrily.  I took the opportunity to stand up and gather my clothes.

   As they continued kissing, I quickly put my g-string, shorts and top
back on.  I bid them adieu and hurriedly started to climb over the rocks
and make my way back down to the trail.  I heard Kate call after me, "It
was great meeting you!"

   Back on the trail, now in dry clothes, but with a very wet pussy, I
started running home.  Running through the streets back to my house, I was
much more aware of how revealing my outfit was.  With every bounce of my
breasts, I felt a hint of embarrassment, but it was, as always seems to be
the case with me, tempered by the sheer thrill of showing off my natural
assets.

   Once back home, I had the chance to reflect on what I had just done.  I
had mixed feelings.  On one hand, I knew what I had done was naughty,
slutty and dangerous.  But on the other hand, it was naughty, slutty and
dangerous and had really turned me on.  I had taken my exhibitionism so far
beyond anything I had done before or even contemplated.  That experience
certainly raised the bar.  What should I do now, I wondered.

   After that experience, I kind of laid low for a while and prepared for a
trip to the Virgin Islands for a little beach time.  I had planned this
summer vacation trip with a girlfriend sometime ago, but she recently
backed out.  I decided to go alone.  With my new-found taste for high
adventure, of the exhibitionist sort, perhaps it was for the best that I
was going alone.

   The Beach Suits Me Fine

   In preparation for the trip, I was surfing the 'net one day.  I came
across a website called WickedGirlz that specialized in the tiniest,
sluttiest bathing suits you can imagine.  Each suit in their catalog is
extraordinarily tiny, barely covering anything.  They all are g-string
thongs.  And, what makes them even more naughty is that when wet, you can
see right through them.  I ordered two bathing suits from them, one white
one and one pink one.  They came the day I was leaving, so I just ended up
tossing the entire package in my suitcase as I ran out the door.

   One day later, I was in my air conditioned hotel room overlooking one of
the V.I.'s famous beaches.  I had just taken a shower, taking care to
re-shave my pussy, and was preparing to head out to the beach for a bit of
sun and fun.  The only bathing suits I had brought were the two WickedGirlz
suits.  I opened the package and took the suits out.  I was shocked at how
small they were.  I had presumed the models on the website were wearing
exaggeratedly small suits for effect.  I was wrong.  What I saw was what I
got.  I stood there naked, swimming suit top and bottoms dangling from my
fingers, cursing myself for not bringing a tried and true suit.

   I went ahead and slipped on the white suit, as soon as I could figure
out which side was front and which was back -- it was that tiny.  With the
suit on, I stood in front of a full-length mirror and examined my outfit.
This suit did not leave a damn thing to the imagination.  The top was just
wide enough to cover about half my breast, if you were looking at me from
the front.  None of my nipples were showing, but it was close.  From the
side, you could see the entire side of each breast.  The bottoms were
equally tiny.  From the back, you could see everything.  The suit was
nothing more than tiny, thin strips of material.  From the front the suit
hid only a two-inch wide area that barely covered my slit.  The exposed
space from my belly button to the top of the suit must have been a good
five inches.  I mean, wearing this suit was as close to being naked as you
could get without actually being naked.  I couldn't imagine what it would
feel like to wear this thin when it was wet.  Could I possibly wear this
thing in public?

   I decided there was no way I would wear it in a place where I might know
someone, but I was in a foreign country.  I wasn't going to see anyone I
knew.  So I tied a sarong around my waist and walked out to the beach.  I
was very self-conscious as I walked out through the hotel lobby, across the
street and stepped onto the beach.  The beach wasn't packed, but it was
busy.  Not many kids running around, but plenty of people my age and
older. 

   No one was taking notice of my get-up.  Maybe I was just being too
paranoid.  That said, I was still nervous about taking off my sarong.  The
bottoms were really, really tiny.  I saw a couple of other attractive women
running around in thongs, but no one had anything as tiny as mine on. 
Finally, I decided to go for broke.  It was hot.  It was a beach.  One
wears bathing suits at the beach.  Right?

   As a strode along, I untied the sarong and flung it over my shoulder.  I
suddenly felt a rush of excitement.  I was nearly naked on a beach full of
people.  As I walked along, my butt and breasts subtly jiggling with each
step, I was feeling pretty confident, very naughty and increasingly turned
on.  As I walked, I tugged lightly up on the g-string straps, pulling the
suit tightly up my ass crack and just a bit into my pussy slit.  The
naughty feeling grew!

   I found a nice spot on the beach, not really near anyone, and dropped my
bag and sarong and headed off for a quick cooling-off dip.  I walked into
the surf and dove in, enjoying the warm, salty water as the waves crashed
around me.  I stood there about shoulder deep in the water when it suddenly
dawned on me.  The suit I was wearing was designed to be transparent when
wet.  I was in the water.  My clothes were 30 yards up on the beach.  It
would look like I wasn't wearing anything.  I stood there a while wondering
what to do.  There were too many people, too many men, around for me to
parade up the beach essentially naked.

   Just Put One Foot in Front of the Other

   Fifteen minutes later I realized I wasn't going to come up with any
great ideas for getting myself easily out of this bind.  So, I started out
of the water and headed towards my clothes.  When I was about belly button
deep, I looked down at my breasts.  The white suit, as advertised, was now
totally see-through.  You could plainly see my nipples and my entire
breasts.  Not much to do but keep walking.  I decided I would play it cool,
not trying to cover up in hopes of not drawing attention to myself.  As I
entered knee-deep water, I again glanced down.  Yep, you could see my
pussy, plain as day.  There was my vertical slit, totally visible behind
the see-through fabric.  Good think I had shaved, or it would have been
even more obvious -- it was bad enough already!

   As I emerged from the water, I kept my eyes down, not wanting to make
eye contact.  Finally, as I neared my stuff, I looked around.  No one was
really watching me.  Maybe this was a truly live and let-live kind of
place. I decided to try my luck and walk back to the hotel wearing just my
see-through suit.  I bent down and picked up my things and continued across
the beach.  I heard one set of comments from a couple of middle-aged people
decrying the revealing suits today's women wear.  I laughed to myself.

   I crossed the street between the beach and the hotel, getting a couple
of honks followed by whistles from cab drivers parked in front of the
hotel. I hurried into the hotel lobby and headed to the stairs to the
second floor, where my room was.

   About halfway up the stairs, I heard someone coming up behind me.  It
was a guy, must have been about 45 years old.  I glanced back and caught
him staring at my ass.  I decided to give him a full show and dropped my
bag on the stair in front of me.  I slowly bent over to pick it up, being
sure to bend only at the waist.  When I bent over, he stopped.  I looked
back at him.  He was staring, mouth agape at my backside. 

   He was mesmerized by my perfect ass spread out before him with only a
tiny string of material covering my most private parts.  I know from my
self examination in the full length mirror that when I bent over in this
skimpy suit, the string running up my ass only partially covered my
asshole. You couldn't see the hole itself, but you could easily make out
the puckered skin around it.  And this guy was staring right at it.  Still
bent over, pretending to be rearranging stuff in my bag, I reached down and
tugged up on the top of the suit, pulling it tight and firmly up between my
pussy lips.  I could tell my lips were now spread out and had to be peeking
out from either side of the so-called swimming suit.  I stayed like that
for a few more seconds before standing up and continuing on up the stairs.

   Once I topped the stairs, I hurried down the hall wanting to get to my
room before the guy could gather his wits and see which room I was staying
in.  I think I managed to get in and close my door before he new which way
was up.  Back in my room, I paused in front of the full-length mirror to
look at what everyone else had seen as I marched from the ocean back to my
room.  As expected, everything was still on view.  My suit was beginning to
dry, but I could still clearly make out my nipples and my pussy slit and
lips.  Feelings of excitement grew as I mentally retraced my steps
remembering all the people I had passed on the way back to the hotel and
thinking about the blatant ass show I gave the guy on the stairs.

   Once I had managed to drag myself back to reality, I decided to take a
cat nap before getting ready to go out for dinner.  I slipped off the suit
and laid down naked on top of my bedspread and quickly fell asleep.

   Dressed for Success

   Turns out I slept much longer that I had intended.  I woke up about four
hours later.  I guess I was still tired from my travels.  I flipped on my
nightstand lamp and got up and walked over to the sliding doors to the
balcony.  It wasn't until I was standing at the doors that I realized I was
nicely back-lit, providing a marvelous view to anyone looking up at the
second floor of the hotel from the busy street below.  What was getting
into me?

   I pulled the sheer white curtain closed, leaving the thick Venetian
blinds open for now.  I could deal with a silhouette, but blatant second
story flashing seemed a risky proposition since it wouldn't be hard to
figure out what room I was in.  I quickly showered and re-entered the
bedroom to decide what to wear.

   I opted for the now standard-issue g-string, this time a chose a cute,
patterned pink one.  I actually had a mini dress that matched the
underwear, or vice versa.  I liked this dress because it added to meaning
to "mini." It was skin tight and barely covered my ass.  When I bent over,
the dress would hike up exposing just about everything.  When paired with
the g-string, anyone seeing me bend over would see all bare ass, except for
a thin white string running up between my cheeks and a little pink patch of
material covering my hairless pussy.  Besides it being extra short, I also
really like this dress because it is a little sheer.  You can clearly see
the outline of my g-string from the back and the front. 

   This being the tropics, I decided to go bra-less.  The dress was cut
low, which allowed me to show a great deal of cleavage.  What wasn't
exposed by the dress' cut, was somewhat visible through the dress'
relatively sheer material.  I added a light-weight white sweater to
complement the dress and to hide my visible nipples and mitigate some of
the raunchiness of the outfit.

   Now dressed, I finished getting ready by adding a touch of make-up, some
wonderful smelling perfume and off I went to grab a bite to eat.  The hotel
restaurant, according to my guidebook, was one of the island's best dining
spots.  I decided that since I was dressed the way I was, it was best to
stick close to the hotel.  That way, I was never more than one minute to
the safety of my room should I get too much unwelcome attention, or just
feel the need to retreat.

   I left my room and headed back to the stairs that would take me down to
the lobby.  Standing at the top of the stairs, I noted the lobby was
crowded.  I began to make my way down the stairs, carefully stepping down
in my high-heeled shoes.  Just as I neared the bottom of the stairway, I
slipped and came crashing down on my butt, arms and legs akimbo.  I let out
a little shriek which caused half the people in the lobby to look my way.
There I was, spread out on the stairs, legs apart in a very short, sheer
dress.  I quickly stood up, tugged the hem of my dress down and strode
towards the restaurant, many eyes following my every move.  I gave the
gawkers what they wanted as I swayed my hips side to side as I made my way
into the restaurant.  Again, I felt that excited, naughty feeling as I
approached the hostess and asked for a table for one.

   The hostess informed my there was a 30 minute wait, even for a table for
one.  I could wait in the bar she told me.  I agreed and went to the bar,
finding an available tall stool next to an equally tall table in the corner
of the dark bar. 

   What'll it be Lady?

   The bar was pretty busy, with many diners awaiting their tables.  I
hopped up on the bar stool, crossing my legs instinctually as I sat down. I
could feel the cool wooden stool on my ass as I adjusted my position.  My
dress was too short to fit underneath me when I sat down.  It was long
enough, however, to cover most of what wasn't planted on the wooden seat. I
knew that if I bent forward, pretty much everything would be visible.

   After a few minutes, a young waiter came over and handed me a drink
menu. "I'll be right back to take your order," he informed me.  He soon
returned and asked what I would have.  I hemmed and hawed a bit as I looked
at the menu, and looked at him.  I put the menu flat on the table and bent
forward, looking up at him to ask what was in a certain drink.  His mouth
fell open as he could see right down the front of my dress.  I followed his
eyes and glanced down at my now-exposed chest.  He could see most of my
breasts and just a hint of nipple.  I leaned forward a bit more and audibly
pondered my drink decision.  As I leaned more forward, I could feel the
back of my dress rise.  My skin prickled as the air conditioned air
enveloped my now exposed ass cheeks.  I saw his eyes take in this new
development.  This time, I pretended to be flustered as I looked back and
noted my ass was hanging out.  I made a bit of a production of tugging on
the back of dress attempting to hide my butt and panties.  "Damn dress,
always riding up.  Guess you know what color underwear I am wearing, eh?" I
said.

   "Yep, pink," he stammered as he ran off to get my drink.  I hung out in
the bar for about 20 minutes, long enough to torture this guy several more
times as he brought me three drinks.  I was downing those things much
quicker than normal.  I guess I was caught up in the moment and feeling
adventurous, rambunctious and naughty.  Just as I finished the third drink,
the hostess appeared and told me my table would be ready in about three
minutes.  I called over the waiter and asked for my check.  I told him I
was running to the ladies' room and would be right back. 

   Inside the bathroom, I entered a stall, hiked up my skirt, pulled down
my panties, sat down on the toilet and relieved myself.  I looked down at
my panties stretched between my knees and had a wicked idea.  Maybe I can
get away with not wearing the panties.  I slipped them off and stuck them
in my purse.  I washed my hands and walked back out into the bar.  I swear
I could feel a breeze blowing up my short dress and caressing my shaved
pussy, must have been my (horny) imagination.  I got back to my table and
the check was waiting.  The waiter eagerly appeared as I was about to get
my wallet out.  He stood there looking down at me as I opened my purse.  I
was careful to open it wide.  I wanted him to see the pair of pink panties
I had just removed and tucked inside.  I pulled them out, dropped them on
the table and continued fishing for my wallet.  Finally, I got the money
out and handed it to him, picked up my panties and dropped them back inside
my purse.  I lustily smiled at him as I got off the stool, taking care to
spread my legs in case anyone from the bar happened to be looking.  I
headed out of the bar, glanced back and noted he was watching me walk away.
I knew the dress clearly highlighted my hips and was sheer enough that he
could make out the dark line of my ass crack.

   As I was about to open the bar door, I purposefully dropped my receipt
and bent over to pick it up, my ass facing the entire barroom.  As I bent
at the waist, my dress provided a bit of resistance before finally slipping
above my hips.  I grabbled the receipt, paused to shake some mythical dirt
off it, and stood back up.  I glanced back and noted the waiter and,
perhaps, 10-15 men and women were silently staring at me.  I knew they had
just feasted their eyes on an unobstructed view of my most private parts.
My winking asshole would have been front and center, sitting just above a
nice rear view of my shaved pussy mound.  What a naughty thrill that little
show was.

   I had a pretty uneventful dinner, with my only exhibitionist activities
consisting of walking to and from my table.  The table cloth draped over my
table kept my pussy and ass flashing to a minimum.  Just as well.  No need
to push my luck...yet.

   The three drinks at the bar, coupled with a filling dinner and two
glasses of wine pretty much did me in.  After I finished eating, I made my
way back to my room.  I didn't do anything particularly risky on the way
back up, other than walking through the lobby in a see-through dress with
no panties on.  As I was putting my key into my door, I heard the door next
to me open.  A guy, about my age, stepped out holding a room service tray.
He was average height and not bad looking.  He was wearing only a pair of
boxer shorts.  He bent down and set the tray on the floor.  He glanced up
at me as he was standing up.  He was startled by my presence, but managed
to eek out a "Hello" before retreating back into his room.  I was happy to
see I had such a cute next door neighbor.  Too bad he ducked back inside
before I could show him something he wouldn't forget.

   Doing Something About Those Odd Noises

   Inside my room, I flipped on the TV, undressed and took a quick shower.
After drying off and running a brush through my hair, I laid down on my bed
and flipped channels for a bit.  I was still naked and couldn't resist the
temptation to lightly play with my shaved pussy.  I just love the way it
feels down there without any hair.  So smooth, soft and exposed.  As I
watched the TV, I used my fingers to move around my pussy lips and to
lightly stroke my inner thighs and the rest of the area around my pubic
region.  Strangely, I occasionally would hear grunts, moans and other sex
sounds coming from somewhere outside my room.  I turned off the TV and
listened closely.  I couldn't tell where the noises were coming from, but
someone was clearly having a good time.  I got up and walked around the
room trying to discover the source of the hot sounds.  Finally, I walked up
to the locked door that separated my room from the room next door, where
the cute guy was staying.  With my ear against the door, I clearly heard
sounds of someone noisily having sex.  I had been listening for about five
minutes when the sex noises stopped and was replaced by stilted dialog and
bad background music.  It then dawned on me, the guy was watching a porno
movie.  He must have been using that video-on- demand system the hotel
offers.  I had noted earlier the availability of assorted adult
entertainment fare. 

   I stood there in the nude, picturing the guy laying naked on his bed,
dick in hand, jacking off while watching porn stars getting it on.  At that
moment, a very naughty thought entered my mind.  Why not make this guy's
fantasies come true?  I should just walk over there, totally nude, knock on
his door and fuck his brains out.

   I stood there listening and considering what, if anything I should do.
After a few more minutes of porno dialog and more fuck sounds, I decided to
go for it.  However, I couldn't walk over there totally naked.  Instead, I
pawed through my bag and pulled out the thin, white running top I wore the
day I encountered that couple while running outside my hometown.  I pulled
on the top, and admired myself in the mirror.  The top came down to about
belly button level.  My nipples were visible through the thin material. 
Below the waist, I was naked.  My shaved pussy.  My bare ass.  My
curvaceous hips.  All out in the open.  Could I walk over there and knock
on his door dressed, or not dressed, like this?

   My question was answered as I grabbed my room key, opened my door,
peered out into the hall and quickly walked over to his door as my door
slammed shut.  I paused as I stood there naked in front of his door.  I
made a quick decision to take this a long way, but, as before, I wasn't
going to have intercourse.  I figured boundaries, in a situation like this,
were important. 

   I lightly rapped on his door, standing close enough that he couldn't see
what I was wearing through his peephole.  I heard him approach the door. 
He must have looked at me through the peephole.  "Just a second, let me get
something on," he hollered.  I took a step back and waited, anxiously, for
him to open the door.

   Finally, the door opened and he began to say hello, but stopped
mid-syllable when he noticed I had nothing on below the waist.  "I couldn't
help but hear your choice of late night television programming," I said
with a sly smile.  "Mind if I come in and watch with you?"

   He stepped out of the doorway and waved me in with his hand.  He didn't
say a word.  I assumed he was tongue-tied by having a nude woman with a
shaved pussy enter his hotel room at 11 p.m. 

   Much Better Than Pay-per-View

   Deciding to play this to the hilt, I grabbed a desk chair, turned in
around and threw a leg over the seat back and straddled the backwards
chair. This sexy display further caught the guy by surprise, if that was
still possible.  He politely asked me if I wanted something to drink from
the mini-bar.  I opted for a beer.  He had one too. 

   After a bit of uncomfortable silence, I asked him if he could turn the
movie back on.  He turned on the TV and the show appeared immediately,
still on the channel he had on when I knocked.  I looked at the TV and was
treated to images of two women and a guy engaging in a variety of sexual
acts.  At that moment, the guy was fucking one woman in the ass, while the
other woman squatted below the action and licked the first woman's pussy. I
noted neither had pubic hair.  "Hey, look, both of those women shave their
pussies too," I said out loud while looking down at my own crotch.  Damn,
did I just say "pussy" to a stranger?n I never use that kind of language
out loud.  I was horny, no doubt about it.

   The guy was still wearing the boxer shorts I saw on him earlier.  He had
added a plain white t-shirt to the ensemble.  He seemed well built and was
getting noticeably excited by my lack of clothing.  Emboldened by the
reaction my presence was having on his loins, I decided to really go for
it. I pulled off my top and said, "This movie is making me so hot.  Do you
mind if I stay and watch it with you?"

   He replied that, of course, I could stay.  We made small talk as his
eyes feasted on my naked body.  I wondered what exactly was going through
his mind.  He must have been thinking about what a fantasy-come-true this
was.

   I stood up and walked over to the king-size bed on which he was sitting.
I laid down on one side of it, propped up a couple of pillows and put my
hands behind my head and started intently watching the porno movie on the
television.  He was pretty quiet.  It seemed every time I moved he would
regress a bit communication-wise.  He made several more attempts at
conversation, even going so far as to make a joke or two about having a
naked stranger in his hotel room.  While he talked, I just smiled wickedly
at him and sensually played with my breasts, or tinkered around with my
very wet pussy.  He just watched, with mouth open and eyes wide. 

   During a break in the sex action on the TV, I glanced around the room.
It was then I noticed there was a bottle of sex lube on the nightstand next
to me.  There also was a small vinyl bag that clearly was full of
something. I picked up the lube and said, "Do you use this when you
masturbate?" He must have been feeling a bit more confident, because he
answered in the affirmative quickly and without embarrassment.  I set the
lube on the bed next to me and picked up the vinyl bag.  "And, what is
this?" I asked.

   "Uh, nothing," was all he said.  I could tell by his reaction that he
was not too keen on my looking in the bag, which, of course, made me want
to do it all the more.

   I opened the bag and pulled out a couple sexual toys.  Turns out, they
were all anal play toys.  He had a straight butt plug.  One of those with a
rounded tip that slowly widens from top to bottom.  He also had a set of
anal beads.  This toy consisted of five or six beads of assorted sizes
attached together with a piece of string.  "Do you like putting these
things up your ass," I asked him.  "Sometimes," was all he said.

   I picked up the toys and went to the bathroom, making serious eye
contact as I walked by the still-startled man.  I washed each thoroughly
with soap and water and re-entered the bedroom.  "Mind if I try these out,"
I asked him.  I couldn't believe what I was saying, and what I was about to
do.  I had only had one experience with total strangers and that was just a
week or two prior to tonight.  After tonight, I need to get a handle on
myself.

   What's a Play Without Props?

   I picked up the bottle of lube and stood at the foot of the bed, by the
desk chair I had straddled earlier.  I squired a big glob of lube in my
hand and began to smear it all over the anal beads.  For some reason, the
beads seemed the naughtier of the two items.  I rubbed the lube that
remained on my hands after coating the beads all around my asshole, taking
care to slide in a slippery finger or two to make sure my insides were
adequately coated. 

   Once everything was sufficiently slippery, I turned around, put one hand
on the back of he chair with my butt facing toward him, and put the first
bead up against my asshole.  I bent my knees a bit, arched my back and
began pushing the bead into me.  I could feel my sphincter muscles give a
bit as the bead slowly entered me.  I focused on relaxing and applied a bit
more pressure.  Suddenly, the bead popped past my sphincter and ended up
comfortably sitting inside.  I held the next bead against my anus and
pushed it inside to join bead number one.  I did the same with the next
three beads until all five were buried in my ass.  The only sign of these
lovely beads was a foot-long string with a knot at the end hanging out of
my asshole.  I wiggled my hips around and gingerly walked across the room
and back.  "Ummmmm, this feels good," I said.  "I feel so full and it feels
wild when they move around as I move around.  Now what do you do?"

   He explained that we would leave them in his ass for a while, drawing
out his masturbation session and enjoying the sensation the beads provided.
He said he would pop them rapidly out right as he was about to cum, which
added a whole new dimension to orgasm.

   I walked up to his full length mirror, turned around, bent over and
spread my ass cheeks with my hands and gazed at the string emerging from my
tight, little pink asshole.  "This is kind of hot," I said.  He agreed.  I
walked back over to the bed and laid back down, scooting my butt back and
forth and squirming as I felt the beads rubbing around inside my ass.  "Why
are you wearing so many clothes," I asked.  He shrugged his shoulders and
quickly stripped off his boxers and t-shirt.  "Much better," I said.



   He looked good naked.  Not especially muscular, but lean and strong
looking.  I noted he didn't have a single chest hair.  Just not a hairy
guy, I guess.  He had a great looking dick.  It was fully erect and
appeared to be nice and long with an interesting curve to it.  He didn't
have much pubic hair to speak of.  I asked about that.  He explained he
kept it pretty closely trimmed.  Not for any particular reason other than
he liked it that way.  Well, to me, it looked good and very sexy.

   I handed him the bottle of lube and told him I wanted to see him jack
off.  He squirted a bunch of lube into his hand and began working his cock.
After a couple of passes, he dick gleamed thanks to the slippery lube.  The
veins on his dick got highly pronounced as he pumped the thing up and down
in his fist.  As he did this, I reached down and began fingering myself,
using my still-slippery fingers to work my clit.  His eyes were focused on
my pussy as he jacked himself off.  I slid myself around, to give him a
better view up between my legs.  The way I was positioned, my legs were
spread right in front of him giving him an unobstructed view of my shaved
pussy, and my finger action.  The string from the anal beads was laying the
bed between my legs.

   We continued masturbating ourselves as the other watched for about 10-15
minutes.  How he didn't cum then, I'll never know.  I did.  It wasn't a
huge, waves-crashing-on-rocks earth-shaker, but it felt damn good.  I
stopped playing with my pussy after I came and watched him for another
minute or two.  I think the lube coating his hand had lost some of its
lubricating value and he slowed down and stopped jacking off.  He looked at
me as if to say, "Okay, what next." What to do now, I wondered to myself. I
first took stock of my situation.  I had just had an orgasm by fingering my
shaved pussy while laying totally nude in the bed of a complete stranger
with a set of anal beads up my ass.  This total stranger, whose name I did
not even know, was sitting next to me, also naked, with his hard cock in
his hand.  Indeed, what to do next....

   I stood up and assumed the same position as before bent over with one
hand on the back of the desk chair, my ass facing the guy.  I reached
around and grabbed the string emerging from my asshole.  I slowly tugged on
the string and felt the pressure of the first bead trying to emerge from my
backside.  I tugged a little harder and the first bead popped out.  I swear
it made a little popping noise.  I continued pulling and the second, third,
fourth and fifth beads quickly popped out.  I turned and holding the string
of beads up said," Wow, that felt amazing." He gave me a knowing nod.

   One Good Turn Deserves Another

   "Let me put the butt plug in your ass," I asked him.  He looked
sheepish, but readily agreed.  I had him lay flat on his stomach on the
bed. I used a warm washcloth to ensure his anal area was clean (I was hot
and ready for anything, but, what can I say, I'm a neat freak).  Once my
housekeeping was complete, I squirted some lube directly into his ass
crack. It must have been cold because he let out a little yelp and squirmed
a bit.  I carefully rubbed the lube all around his anus and slid in first
one, then two fingers.  The first finger slid in easily, the second was a
bit harder.  I picked up the butt plug, a bright yellow one, and coated it
with lube.  With the clear lubricant dripping from its tip, I put the plug
up against his anus and pushed it slowly in.  I slid in somewhat
effortlessly.  It went in all the way up to the base.  Once in place, I
could feel him squeeze it with his butt muscles.  I told him to roll over.

   He was now on his back, with his legs parted.  I could see his nearly
hairless balls dangling between his legs.  His cock was rock hard and
laying nearly flat against his stomach, pointing right up toward his chin.
I climbed up onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs.  I took his
cock in my hand and lifted it straight up, dropped my head and sat there
admiring his tool, my face just inches from his most intimate body part.  I
slid my well-lubed hand up and down his shaft as he lifted his chin and let
out a contented groan.  I lowered my head further and put the head of his
cock in my mouth and sucked, applying as much pressure as I could.  I
rolled my tongue around his cock head while it was in my mouth.  I release
the sucking pressure and slid my mouth down his dick, taking as much of it
in my mouth as I could.  I've always known I was a good cock sucker and
decided I was going to give this guy a blow job he would never forget. 

   I continued slowly engulfing his dick, quarter inch by quarter inch.  I
was determined to see how much of it I could take in.  I got it about half
way in and slowly let it slip back out between my lips.  I took a breath
and started back down.  I hit the halfway point this time and kept going. I
relaxed my throat muscles, concentrating on stifling my gag reflex.  I felt
his cock head touch the back of my throat and a unconsciously tightened by
grip on his cock shaft.  I continued focusing on relaxing my throat and let
his cock head slide further down my throat.  With my mouth now wide open, I
felt my nose touch his pubic hair.  Almost there.  I took a deep breath
through my nose and let the last half inch of his dick enter my mouth.  I
closed my lips tightly around the base of his cock and reached down and
cupped his balls in my free hand.  He moaned with pleasure and complimented
my technique.

   Having achieved my cock sucking goal, I slowly let his dick slide back
out of my mouth, my lips tightly wrapped around his member.  I then began
quickly sliding it in and out of my mouth while I pumped his shaft with my
fist.  I let go of his balls and, instead, grabbed the butt plug and
started sliding it in and out of him.  I had to concentrate to keep my head
bobbing up and down, my right hand pumping his cock shaft and my left hand
sliding a butt plug in and out of his asshole.  Made patting one's head and
rubbing one's tummy seem like a piece of cake.

   He began to tense up and seemed to be skipping breaths.  He was about to
cum.  I kept sucking, pumping, and sliding.  After a few more strokes, he
was right on the edge, about to let go.  At the exact right moment, just as
he was about to erupt, I pulled the butt plug rapidly out of his ass.  It
was as if I had opened the floodgates of a dam.  He began spewing load
after load of cum.  The first couple of blobs I caught in my mouth and
swallowed.  The last few I watched shoot out of his dick and land on his
stomach.  I rubbed them into his skin with my fingers, while still holding
his pulsating cock with my other hand.

   When he finally finished his minor convulsions and stopped spewing cum,
he relaxed and let out a breathless, "Wow." Wow, indeed, I said to myself.

   After all that, I was incredibly horny again, but remembering the
boundaries I had set for myself before entering his room, I decided it was
time to go.

   I got up off the bed, gazed at him hungrily as he lay naked on his bed,
thinking I really wanted to fuck him, picked up my room key and shirt and
made my way to the door instead.  With my hand on the door knob, I smiled
back at him and said, "That was fun.  See you around." With that brilliant
piece of dialog still hanging in the air, I opened the door, looked down
the hallway in both directions, and walked quickly the 15 feet back to my
door.

   Once safely back inside, I flopped down on my back on my bed, threw my
arms back over me head, took a deep breath and mentally reprimanded myself
for doing something so raunchy.  I guess it was a good thing I was getting
on a plane and going home tomorrow, I told myself.
   I wonder what I should wear on the plane?