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   The Start Pt.  14: Library Sex

   Meeting my stranger in the library again.

   It was a bright and sunny afternoon on the day of my second library
date, so I dressed in a light blue cotton button-down dress that sat high
on my legs, just under my buttocks.

   The last time we met, I'd been daring enough to go without a bra or
panties.  The first time I'd been wearing a thong.  As much as I liked the
naked feeling under my clothes, I'd found excitement in being 'revealed' as
my thong had been eased to one side, slowly exposing my sex and then the
naughtiness of slipping it off in public.  Besides, it would be nice to
keep surprising my library friend.

   With this in mind, I wore high-legged white lace panties that sat snug
against my mound and a matching half-cut bra.

   Seeing my stranger waiting near where we had met before, I waved
discreetly and continued to walk, waiting for him on the third floor.  I
picked a secluded area between a large window overlooking the adjacent
office building and a well-stacked set of shelves holding reference books
that looked too dusty to have ever been read.  Hidden from sight in
anticipation of needing some 'privacy' such as it was in a public building
while taking the risk of being seen by someone happening to wander by.

   As it turned out, it wasn't a wandering librarian or student that I
should have been giving thought to.

   I sensed him behind me, smelling his fresh cologne as he held my hips
and pulled me back against him, kissing my neck.  His left hand moved
across my leg, slowing inching its way to the dip between my thighs.  His
fingers pulled my dress up slowly as he whispered, 'Hi naughty girl, ready
for some fun?'

   He was already semi-erect as he pressed into my ass, and I could feel
his cock getting harder in his suit as I whispered breathlessly, 'yes'.

   'Nice panties.' he said as his index finger grazed the lace and slipped
inside the waistband, tracing the tip through the neatly trimmed hair to
the top of my slit.  I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

   He whispered against my ear, 'place your hands flat on the glass and
close your eyes.', as his finger dipped lower between my legs.  The tip
rubbed my pussy gently with just enough pressure so I could feel him, but
not enough to part my lips and push the panties into me.  I moaned and
arched my back, becoming wet.

   He paused to peel my panties down to just under my pussy, then
unbuttoned my dress so that it hung loose, pressing me forwards so that my
lace-covered breasts were crushed against the glass.

   His finger moved along my slit, then gently pressed to my clit, making
me shudder as he circled it lightly, then a little firmer as my excitement
grew.

   'Such a naughty girl picking this spot.' he said.

   'Why?' I stammered, a little confused, then opened my eyes with a start
as he replied simply.

   'Offices?'

   As he said this, he slipped his other hand between my legs from behind,
his middle and index finger pushed inside my lips.  I moaned and threw my
head back, eyes closed in ecstasy as my first orgasm made my thighs
tremble. He rubbed the fingers back and forth between my legs as I pushed
back into him until I begged him to stop.  My body was on fire.  I felt my
juices dampening my thighs.  I'd been anticipating our encounter and had
climaxed really quickly, already excited to be meeting again.

   As I caught my breath, the word 'office' came back to me, and I opened
my eyes, taking a moment to notice the smiling faces in several windows
along with the clapping, waving and high-fiving.  I'd not considered being
seen from the opposite building when picking the last aisle in the row.

   'I think you've made their day.' my stranger said with a smile.

   I slowly pulled up my panties, giving them a little more of a show and
buttoned just the middle of my dress, leaving a good amount of cleavage
exposed and a gap that showed my thighs right up to the damp white lace of
my panties, then turned to face my stranger.

   He smiled.  'you're not angry?' he inquired.

   I smiled back.  'I think you know too well what I like.' and gave the
offices a little wave.

   He looked over his shoulder.  'Well, in that case, you won't be shocked
when I tell you I think our voyeur from last time started to follow you,
but I think he took it for granted we were going to be where we were last
time.' He was referencing the day I'd lost my virginity, how we'd noticed a
sudden movement and a gap in the books on the shelf behind, which showed
through to the adjacent aisle.  We had guessed correctly that someone had
heard us and had been watching, confirmed by my discovery of a hastily
dropped wad of tissue which had thrilled the exhibitionist in me.

   I told my friend about the tissue, and he smiled.'Want to put on another
show?'

   I placed my hand over his bulge and said, 'what I want is for you to
taste me like you did the first time we met, then fuck me like the second
time.'

   My stranger whispered, leading me to another aisle, 'I think our voyeur
has found us.  He was peeking around the shelves.'

   With a wink, he knelt in front of me, pushed my dress around my waist,
and then pressed his tongue to my white lace-covered pussy.

   Feeling sexy and daring, I held my dress high on my belly, exposing
everything my stranger was doing to me, not caring who was watching.

   He tongued my panties against my clit, and although it wasn't touching
my flesh, I could feel the damp heat from it as the tip probed against me.

   His fingers dug into my thighs as he pushed my legs further apart.  His
tongue crushed my panties hard against and a little into me so that wet
lace rubbed against my sensitive sex.

   He used his lips and then his teeth to gently nibble my clit.  I groaned
and felt my body go weak as he again pushed his tongue to it, my orgasm
coming quickly and intense as I was still sensitive from my first.

   This time he'd never even touched my flesh, and I'd orgasmed like never
before.  Suddenly I desperately wanted to have his cock buried inside me,
needing to be taken as fiercely as he had fingered and licked me.

   Before my body had stopped shaking from my orgasm, he took my shoulders,
turned me around and pushed me slightly forwards, so I was bracing my hands
on the shelving.

   He flipped my dress over my buttocks and pressed his hands to my inner
thighs, parting my legs.  Then whispered for me to put my left foot on the
second bottom shelf, effectively opening my legs wide for him and probably
for our voyeur.

   I moaned, half in lust, half in disappointment, as he knelt, used a
finger to pull my panties to one side, and then pushed his tongue deep into
my pussy.  He touched my lips with a thumb, pulling them apart as he licked
and tongue-fucked me slowly.  I was hoping he would use his cock, but he
seemed intent on teasing me to another orgasm before he took me.

   He changed things up as I began to breathe more rapidly.  His hands
cupped my buttocks, parting them so he could get a better angle on my
pussy, crushing his mouth against me as his tongue probed deep inside.

   A finger stroked my clit as he held my panties out of the way, his
tongue moving along my pussy, moving rapidly over my sopping flesh instead
of my panties.

   His mouth covered my pussy lips as I broke into another orgasm, pushing
my pussy against him as his tongue lapped my dampness.  Tipping my head
back, I gave in to the sensations rippling through me.

   He stood, and I felt his hands slide ever so slightly against the sides
of my breasts.  He cupped them, squeezing hard and said, 'that voyeur is
definitely watching us right now.  Do you want to stop?'

   In answer, I pushed my hips back and ground against him.

   I heard his zip and saw a torn foil square fall to the floor.  He eased
my hips back so that I stood further from the shelf, leaning forward more,
ass out.  My panties were still pulled over to one side, and a shudder ran
through me as a chill breeze from the air conditioning tickled over my damp
sex.

   He rubbed his cock against me, and I felt myself shiver again as it
parted my lips; he increased the force until the tip of his cock suddenly
pushed inside me.  This is what I had wanted over the last week, what I had
craved, causing me to curb the desire by entertaining myself with mutual
masturbation and exhibitionist displays.

   My stranger eased his cock deep with one slow stroke and held it there,
hard and thick, pulsing inside me for a moment.  I moaned and pushed back
against him.  His cock twitched, feeling delicious as he pulled it slowly
out of me.

   He rocked back and forth a couple of times, moving the head in and out,
held my hips, and then rammed his cock into me.  Not slowly as he had the
first time, but hard so that his balls slapped against me, pistoning his
hips over and over, much harder than the first time we had done this when
he'd been mindful and gentle as it was my first time.

   Knowing now how wet and receptive I was after multiple orgasms, he
wasn't holding back.  I was more than ready for his cock and enjoyed being
taken with a fierceness I hadn't experienced before.

   He drove harder and harder into me, building up a steady pace, gripping
my hips and pulling me back into him, I felt another orgasm rip through me,
and my legs almost buckled as, with a gasp, he clenched his hands on my
hips and held himself deep inside me as his own orgasm broke.

   His cock jerked and pulsed inside me as he filled the condom with cum,
and I dizzily wondered what it would feel like to have it spurting deep
inside me, our juices running down my legs as he pulled out.

   He carefully eased out and deftly twisted the condom, folding it into
tissues as he cleaned off and adjusted his clothing.  I let my dress drop
back down, reaching between my legs with wet wipes and tissues from my bag
to clean up before straightening my panties.  I looked over my stranger's
shoulder and, for the first time, saw the voyeur just to the side of the
aisle we were in, sitting at a table pretending to read a book held up
unnaturally and comically close to his face.

   My stranger smiled and asked if I was ok.

   'What do you think?' I whispered breathlessly.

   'I've been dreaming of this all week.'

   Then nodded behind him and said, 'I think our audience might have too.'

   Smiling, my stranger whispered, 'up for an exhibitionist dare?' I felt
tingly, my heart pounding, wondering what he had in mind.

   Before I could answer, he grabbed my hand and led me down the opposite
aisle in a loop to where the voyeur sat.  He almost jumped as my stranger
asked, 'enjoy the show?'

   He looked a little older than me, younger than my stranger, slim and
very bookish with quiet old fashioned brown rimmed glasses and a jumper
only his mother could have knit.  He started to stammer an objection, but
my stranger held up a hand to stop him.

   'My lady friend doesn't mind being watched, but you could get in trouble
for being a peeping tom.'

   He whispered softly in my ear from behind so only I could hear him, and
I felt my body flush from head to toe as he asked if I wanted to show off
for the voyeur.  Again before I could say yes or no, he whispered.  'Follow
my lead, I'm not going to let him fuck you but trust me, and you'll have
fun.' He ran a hand over my buttocks.  'I think I know what kind of thing
gets you off.'

   He again addressed the voyeur, who was looking nervous.  'Did you see
enough, or would you like to see more.'

   He went red, especially when my stranger added.  'I think you missed the
first bit where the office workers watched my lady here being fingered.'

   Then added with a sly smile, 'bet you would have liked that.'

   The voyeur nodded without saying a word, still bright red.

   My stranger added, 'shame for you to have missed it then.'

   I caught the meaning between my stranger's words.  Still, any objection
I might have made disappeared in a moan as he kissed my neck, his hands
skimmed over my thighs, his fingers caressing my still sensitive pussy as
he took hold of my white lace panties and eased them down my thighs,
dropping them to the floor.

   He said sternly, 'no touching, do as we say.  Understand?'

   The voyeur nodded vigorously.  His book was now held open in his lap to
hide what was happening there.  My heart was pounding, partly nerves,
partly excitement, as my stranger reached around and unbuttoned my dress,
letting it fall open.  I instinctively covered my pussy with my hands, the
voyeur only getting the briefest of glimpses.  Even though we were in a
rarely visited part of the library, we were still in a very public place,
and I was trembling a little at the thought of being caught.

   My stranger eased apart the clasp on my bra, releasing my breasts.  His
fingers twisted my nipples as he pinched, pulled and rubbed my breasts.  I
moaned and arched my back, biting down on my bottom lip.  He whispered in
my ear.  'show yourself to him, rub your clit, touch yourself while I
finger fuck you.'

   His voice was low and sexy against my ear as he gently pulled my hands
away from my pussy, reached between my legs from behind and easily inserted
and withdrew his finger as I was so wet.  I followed his instructions,
sliding my hand between my legs as he fingered me slowly.  I pressed my
fingers to my clit and rubbed my hard nub, stroking faster as the
stranger's fingers pushed deeper and faster into my wetness.

   Before long, I'd forgotten the voyeur and the public nature of the place
as I moaned and writhed against our combined fingers.

   My stranger nibbled at my ear and said, 'dare you to jack him off.'

   I opened my eyes and saw the voyeur had given up any pretence of
covering his cock with his book.  He was now crouched over, turned
sideways, holding it in his hand, under the table.

   He looked into my eyes, and I could see he had heard, and it was obvious
he wanted me to stroke him.  I mean, what guy would turn down a hand job
from a semi-naked girl.

   I knelt on the cold wooden floor and reached for him as he turned
slightly towards me to make his cock available.  My stranger knelt behind
me and whispered encouragement as his fingers eased inside me.

   As I started to push back at him, he started slipping his thumb into me,
using his fingers to tease my lips and clit.  I felt deliciously exposed.

   The voyeur jumped as I steadied myself on his knee with one hand and
took hold of him with the other.  I worked pre-come from the head of his
cock to his shaft, masturbating him with a steady pace as he gasped and
panted.

   In brief moments he said a very quiet 'oh', grabbed the seat with both
hands and shot his load, some splashing on the carpet, some on my breasts.
At the same time, I tensed in an orgasm so hard I shook all over as it
ripped through me, drenching my stranger's hand as his fingers slowed and
finally withdrew.

   I sat back on my heels, still shaky from the orgasm, as our voyeur
quickly tucked himself away and squeezed past, muttering, 'sorry', running
off down one of the aisles.  My stranger and I started laughing, but we
muffled them as we heard voices.

   As quick as possible, I wiped myself with wet wipes and tissue and
stuffed my panties and bra into my bag, my dress still unfastened, hanging
loose but pulled together, concealing me as two people rounded the corner.
They walked past, looking me up and down appreciatively, nudging each other
as they walked away.

   My stranger smiled and said.  'The lace of your underwear showed nicely
through your dress.  However, now you don't have any on...'

   He left the sentence hanging as I looked down and noticed my nipples and
pubic region showed through the thin material.

   I shrugged it off.

   'Makes the walk to the car all the more exciting.' I smiled.

   We chatted about my recent adventures as we walked back through the
library.  My stranger was right about my dress, and I enjoyed the admiring,
shocked and bewildered glances as the sun caught the almost sheer material,
showing me off.

   We said our goodbyes and I thanked him for a beautiful, exciting time.

   'Who knows, we might bump into each other again,' he said with a grin.

   'Next week, maybe?' I said.

   'Week after, I'm away on business, he grinned.  'Maybe you will have to
entertain your new geek friends until then?'

   And with that, we parted.



   The Start Pt.  15: Curious Friend

   Telling of my adventures leads to fun.

   Monday lunch had become a regular time to meet up with the colleague and
friend, who, as I'd said, was excited by the idea of flashing and had heard
that I liked similar things.  Although she'd not yet acted on her desires,
I suspected she was experiencing the thrill vicariously through my
first-time stories, seeming to enjoy the mutual masturbation, and teasing
ones the best, because she asked endless questions about how it felt.

   We'd met for lunch in a wine bar the afternoon, a week after I'd told
her about the two guys who had cum on me on the patio.  Fun I'd had the day
before I'd lost my 'virginity' to the stranger I'd met in the library.

   When I said how exciting it had been to be fully naked and exposed, with
them staring at me, she asked, 'do you think it would be the same if a
woman was looking at you?'

   She blushed a little, then added.  'I was changing in the gym, and a
woman was watching me, not staring, just casually as she was packing her
things in her bag.'

   I smiled.  'Although I have predominantly had relationships with men, I
have always found some women attractive.  I've had a few flirtations and
invitations from girls, but it never went any further than a few sneaky
light touches of a friend when she, an ex and I were having fun together.
She tilted her head and said, 'wow, really?'

   'There was an incident in an elevator you might like.' I told her the
story and was surprised that it was getting to her.  She flicked her tongue
over her lips, face slightly flushed, eyes never leaving mine as she took
in every detail.

   When I finished, she said.  'I found it flattering the woman was
watching me, and it was sort of in public in front of a stranger, so it
excited me a bit too.'

   'Imagine what it will feel like when you pluck up the courage to fully
explore that side of yourself.' I said.

   Again she reddened, then said, 'so it wasn't strange to feel a little
thrill then?  Even though it was a woman looking at me.'

   Before I could answer, she added, 'is the elevator the most intimate
thing that happened?'

   I was going to tell her about Jenny and the party, but instead just
said.

   'There have been a couple of encounters since, but not very often, but
when they have happened, it's been exciting and a delight because it was so
different.  A few months after the elevator lady, who most definitely is a
lesbian, I met up with a friend for drinks.  He was a colleague from
previous employment who knew of a few rumours of late-night fun I'd had
with another employee.

   Although most staff would never believe the 'professional lady from
accounts' had sex in the office with a junior clerk, rumours spread.  The
junior had never confirmed it, however much they tried to bribe him, and I
think the story came out through a security guard.'

   (see the story titled...Office Fun, after elevator story for details)

   Anyway, I told her the story of my fun with Kate and James...

   My friend's girlfriend was super-chilled, and we hit it off, chatting
and drinking.  James was excited to catch up as we shared the same sense of
humour and enjoyed working together.

   Although attracted, we had never taken things further than a little
jokey flirting, as he had been in a relationship, and I could see why as
his girlfriend, Kate was extremely pretty.

   My career had taken off, and I was in demand as a freelance financial
consultant.  He quizzed me about the work, then earnt a dig in the ribs
from Kate when he cheekily asked.

   'So, have you worked many late nights with office juniors since
leaving?'

   I just laughed and said, 'that would be telling.'

   Kate smiled and added, 'but you're not denying it did happen..' adding
'interesting.' She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek before
fetching us another drink.

   It surprised me, but she had been tactile, touching my arm or hand when
talking, and I guessed she was just a very friendly, 'touchy' type.  James
had just smiled and said, 'she likes you.'

   We moved from the bar and took a booth, and I ended up sitting next to
Kate, with James sitting on the opposite side in the middle.  Kate was easy
to talk to, and we drank a good half a bottle of wine in a very short time
and found that we had plenty in common.  Not just James and work, but a
love of the outdoors (although I suspected for different reasons and that
she wore less revealing clothing than I did in nature), university, and a
similar taste in clothes.  Again surprising me by revealing a liking for
shorter dresses and skirts.  As she put it, she worked hard on her legs in
the gym and wasn't going to hide them in what she called 'granny skirts'.
She was slim and pretty with mid-length blond hair, simply but expensively
styled, wearing fashionable skinny blue jeans, ripped at the knee to reveal
a little skin below.  I was getting glimpses of her small-toned waist as
her loose sleeveless blouse lifted each time she absent-mindedly brushed
her hair behind her ear.  I wasn't sure why my gaze lingered, but she was
pretty and fun to be with.

   Whenever she looked my way in conversation, she would lightly touch my
arm, and I was shocked that it was sending tingles through my body.  There
was definitely chemistry between us and I realised she was feeling it, too,
as she casually shuffled a little closer until our thighs were pressed
together and I could feel her hip against mine.

   James had been distracted with his mates waving from the bar and didn't
notice the shift at first, then grinned and, with a naughty twinkle in his
eye, said, 'You two have certainly hit it off, though you might.'

   I turned to Kate, and we smiled at each other awkwardly, for a moment,
both looking into each other's eyes as I wondered what was going on and
then glanced at James, then back at Kate as James said, 'you want to kiss
her.'

   I looked at him, shocked and said, 'I want to what?'

   His smile widened, 'I was talking to Kate.'

   I turned back to her, and she shrugged, smiled and with her head tilted
cutely to one side, said, 'well, shall we kiss?'

   'Ok...' the word came out before I'd really thought about it.

   I glanced at James; his eyes were sparkling, and I wasn't sure if it was
the thought of my kissing Kate or the possibility those stories about me
might be true that made him smile.

   Kate slipped an arm around my waist, and I allowed her to gently move us
together and kiss.

   Her lips and skin were so soft as we joined in little more than a peck
on the lips at first, until we relaxed into the moment, lingering into a
gentle kiss, slowly exploring with little darting tongue movements until we
got lost in the arousal.

   Our lips parted slightly, and then the kiss deepened to explore each
other fully with our tongues.  Kate tasted of wine, her body delicious and
warm against me.

   We slowly broke apart, ending with a gentle peck, both perhaps feeling
awkward as we drew back.  As we did so, we looked back into each other's
eyes, Kate's gleaming, and I could tell she'd enjoyed it.  There was a
familiar tingle of pleasure below, and we weren't even seconds apart before
we moved together for a second kiss as intense as the first.  I opened my
eyes to look at her breathless as we parted for the second time, suddenly
remembering we had an audience.

   James was sitting back, mouth open, and we laughed as he blurted out. 
'Fuck, that was hot.' She smiled and moved in to passionately kiss once
more, feeling tiny as my arm wrapped

   around her petite waist.  We were about the same height, but whereas I
have a body toned from the gym, racket sports and running, she was
naturally slim, with a tiny frame.

   Eventually, we came up for air, the excitement evident on her
boyfriend's face.  Suddenly I felt a little guilty for enjoying the kiss so
much and smiled sheepishly at James, but I could still taste her on my
lips, and part of me wished I was alone with her, bringing another pang of
guilt, and I apologised.

   'Sorry James I got carried away, that shouldn't have happened.'

   He reached over the table, grabbed my hand and smiled.  'Hey, I
encouraged Kate, and it's not like I wasn't enjoying it.'

   'And me,' Kate added as I returned his smile.  A little more relaxed and
feeling more than a little moist below as Kate whispered in my ear, 'I
wanted more,' as she ran a finger over the top of my thigh, pushing my
skirt up a little and planted a soft kiss on my neck that turned into
another long lingering kiss.

   'Would you like to touch me?' she asked, and I glanced at James, who
just nodded, then scooted around the table so that I was sandwiched between
a hot guy and his hot girl, the sexual tension between us was electrifying.

   Testing the waters, I l ran my hand up the inside of Kate's sleeveless
blouse, feeling the smooth skin.  Tentatively moving my hand over her
stomach, getting goosebumps as I touch her, moving my hand to her bra, her
breasts.  She pushes against me, and I feel nipples like bullets press into
my hand.  Easing the blouse apart, I kiss the skin just above the white
lace edge of her bra, and I can clearly see her erect nipples beneath, so I
nip them, making her jerk a little, following with soft, sensuous, nuzzling
kisses.  I notice Kate keeps looking over my shoulder, perhaps worried
someone will see.  I forget that not everyone is an exhibitionist, part of
the excitement for me is the possibility of being seen.  Sensing her
nervousness, I stop, but she looks at me and smiles, guiding my hand
between her legs where I can feel the heat, sighing as I press my hand to
her, pulling me in for a kiss.

   Popping the fastener on her jeans, I eased the zip down and slid my hand
into her pants.  She kisses me harder as I coax her to lift her buttocks
and slip the jeans down.  She resisted at first, but passion overcame
shyness, and she rose briefly as I pushed them down her legs.  Her eyes
still squeezed shut from our kiss, perhaps shutting out she was in public.
Partially hidden in the booth, but still exposed if someone's gaze lingered
too long in our direction.  Reaching between her legs, I eased her pants to
one side and gently fingered her.  She was wet and getting short of breath,
gasping a little as I eased a finger deep inside her, pushing down on the
seat with her hands and raising her hips, pussy pressed against my palm as
I ground it against her mound.  I curled my finger, exploring her G-spot.
Keeping my finger inside her, she shuddered as the juices of her orgasm wet
my hand.  I pumped my fingers in and out as she arched her back and stifled
a groan, biting her lip and moving her head from side to side.

   James was turned in to us, partially shielding us from the room.  I
looked at Kate, getting her breath back, eyes half closed, jeans down,
panties to one side, partially exposing her pussy, and I suddenly felt
awkward.  Did James think I'd gone too far?  Does he hate me?

   These thoughts passed in a moment as James smiled, put his arm around my
waist, kissed me and said, 'that was incredible.  You don't know how long
she's fantasised about something like this.'

   Kate had recovered enough to lean over and kiss my cheek with a 'thank
you.' She went to adjust her clothes, but I said wait, took wet wipes and
tissue from my bag, making her squirm a little as I gently wiped her,
cleaning up the dampness between her legs and dabbing her dry.

   Looking her in the eye, almost daring her, I said.  'You'd be more
comfortable losing the wet panties.  How about slipping them off and
standing to pull your jeans back on.'

   By the smirk on James's face, I could tell he was hoping she'd take the
dare.  Kate hesitated a moment, then reached down, easing her jeans and
panties over her feet.  Blushing, she sat back naked from the waist down
for a moment while she turned the legs right side on her jeans, bent to
pull them on as far as they'd go and then quickly stood, pulling them over
her thighs as she did so.  Her cute tight ass and neat landing strip
exposed to the room for a heartbeat.

   Sitting, Kate moved towards me, and we kissed again, she put her arm
around my neck, and we embraced passionately.  I could feel her hand on my
breast, liking the gentle pressure as she, almost shyly, experimentally
squeezed it through my top.

   I felt the heat growing between my legs as she pushed my skirt up over
my legs.  My thighs tingled at her touch, loving the feeling of her
fingers. I gently push into her as she touches me for the first time,
letting out a little 'oh' as she finds I am not wearing panties.

   My skirt was pushed high enough over my legs so I would be exposed to
the room if it wasn't for her hand between my legs.

   She holds her fingers flat against me as we kiss like lovers, my pussy
tingling at her touch.  Her fingers push against me with a little more
pressure, and there is a sudden desire to feel her skin against mine.  To
be naked with her, our breasts crushed together, bodies entwined, as we
explore with our mouths, tongues and fingers.

   Despite my fun with Jenny, this was the first time I had a deep desire
to sleep with a woman and it shocked me a little,

   Wet with anticipation, Kate's fingers slipped easily through my folds.
She doesn't push a finger deep as I did.  Instead, she slowly rotates their
tips on my clitoris, increasing the pressure as I rock my hips.  She shifts
position, and suddenly my wetness is invaded by two fingers.  I think she
is doing this, but realise it can't be as her other hand gently rests on my
knee, coaxing my legs wide apart, further exposing me to the room.  What
can be only James's fingers slipping inside me in a twisting motion, making
me wiggle my hips, her fingertip pressing harder to my clitoris.  I open my
eyes to look around.  Luckily no one is facing this way, James has his back
to the room, but it would be obvious what was happening if anyone cared to
look over.  My legs are splayed wide as boyfriend and girlfriend explore
and tease my pussy.  She looks at me as they take turns slowly pushing in a
finger, building up a rhythm.  Kate pinches twists the moist, soft labia,
and kisses me deeply as he wiggles two fingers inside me.  Orgasm makes my
inner thigh twitch as I gasp and hold Kate's hand between my legs, grinding
my hips on her fingers.  Slowly, I come back to my senses.  Kate kisses me
tenderly, slowly withdrawing her fingers, then surprises me further as she
lowers her head and kisses my mound.

   With a naughty grin, she reaches over and grabs James's zip.  His
erection was bursting to escape, and it sprang free as he helped her pull
apart his jeans, turning more towards me to shield himself from the room.

   Kate manipulated his cock until it poked out of the fly of his boxers.
As she masturbated him, his cock rubbed against me.  The head moved up and
down my thigh as her hand worked over the base of the shaft.  She started
to squeeze, and he took a sharp breath.

   Kate whispers to me, 'let him cum on you,' there's a pause, then she
says quietly, 'it will be worth it.'

   Intrigued I turn and ease closer to him, my movements careful so as not
to draw any attention as I scoot down a bit, making sure my skirt is well
out of the way, excited as I'm all but naked from the waist down, bare to
the room.  Kate shocks me as she says, 'turn more' I guess what she wants,
and it thrills me, making me damp again.  A little shudder of excitement
runs through me as this well-spoken, educated girl shocks me with the
dirtiest of language as she instructs James, 'do it now, cum on her cunt.'

   James gasps and arches his back as thick streams of cum shoot over me.
She aims the head towards my vagina, and I push my hips out, strangely
wanting to please this naughtiest of girls as she rubs the head over me,
his cum running between my legs as his cock jerks in her grasp.

   When James is spent, he quickly turns and tucks himself away.  I reach
for my bag to clean up, but Kate softly says, 'wait, I said it would be
worth it.'

   I like to be cum on, watching a guy's cock twitch and throb, but Kate
meant a treat I'd not experienced since Jenny.  She dipped her head and
cleaned me with her warm, soft tongue.  Lapping at my thighs, she worked
her way to my pussy, flicking her tongue over my labia, pressing towards my
hole.  Teasingly using lighter strokes then licking the mess along my inner
labia.  Continuing to lick as my second orgasm damped her face.

   She sat up and kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself and James on
her lips.

   We cleaned up in the toilets, Kate putting her arms around me in an
affectionate hug.  She whispered, 'well, that was fun.'

   My friend was flushed, and her breathing was a little ragged.  She
asked, 'what happened then?'

   I sipped my coffee, took my time, teasing her by making her wait, and
then answered.  'I kissed Kate, took her hand, and went to find James.'

   'Did you see them again?' she said, inching forward on her seat, eager
for me to carry on the story, but I had other ideas.  She'd been keen to
explore her exhibitionist side but lacked the confidence I'd had when first
getting the urge to be seen naked.

   Her interest in my adventures with other women was also intriguing.

   'Let me take a turn asking questions.  If you answer honestly, I will
tell you what happened.'

   She smiled, 'of course, I will.  What do you want to ask?'

   Leaning in, I whispered, 'how turned on are you?'

   Her blush told me before she answered, 'very' in a quiet voice.

   I knew she was, but I just wanted her to vocalise it.  Feeling naughty,
I said.  'I will fetch another drink, then we will see if you're ready to
explore your exhibitionist side.'

   'Wait, what...' she started to say, but I'd already stood to fetch two
large glasses of wine.

   Looking over at my friend, sat in a little alcove away from the main bit
of the pub, I could see the tables just to the side of the bar had a clear
view of my friend, but not the majority of the room.  I smiled wickedly as
I also noticed a gentleman sitting with a newspaper who seemed as
interested in my friend as he was in his paper.

   It had become a habit over the years, spotting 'private' places to tease
from, and the right kind of people to tease.  It was nice and quiet there,
and I could see only one other table from the bar.  As it was a hot day, I
had dressed appropriately: a lovely sheer blouse with a little lacy bra
that was clearly visible and a short pleated skirt that came down halfway
down my thighs.  My friend was dressed conservatively in a knee-length
skirt and cream blouse, but I could work with that.

   Returning to our booth, I slowed by the guy with the newspaper and
casually said, 'if you like my friend, keep watching our table.  I think
she likes you looking.' It was said quietly and quickly, and I had moved on
before he could respond.

   Sitting and sipping my wine I said to my friend, 'I think your chance to
tease a little is watching you from over there.'

   Both of us glanced over and caught him staring again.  My friend was
jittery and stammered, 'what...I can't.  What do you mean?'

   My pussy was a little damp with anticipation.  It was exciting trying to
get my friend to play.

   'I'm here with you, so what better time to explore your exhibitionist
side?' 'You've been talking about it for weeks, now is your chance.  It's
quiet, he's not going to come over, and it will be fun.'

   Before she could say anything, I gently and slowly reached for the hem
of her skirt, pulling it up over her thighs.  Letting my fingers brush
against her soft skin.  She didn't stop me, so I asked, 'shall I carry on?'

   She squirmed a little in her seat, never taking her eyes from mine the
whole time I moved her skirt, licking her lips, she bravely said.  'No.it's
what I've wanted, but...'

   Before she could go any further, I said, 'Is it ok to show him your
panties then?' And pulled the skirt up to her waist before she could
answer.

   She tensed a little, holding her breath.  I leant forward and whispered
huskily, open your legs for him, so he can see you.  She hesitated, so I
placed a hand on her and separated her knees.  She made no move to close
them and remained still while the man pretended to read his paper while
stealing glances between her legs.

   'How does that feel?' I asked.  She was breathing quickly, 'and said,
'frightening but exciting.'

   'I think he liked what I saw.  Does that turn you on?' I said, gently
rubbing my fingers on her thigh.

   'Yes, I like that.' She said kind of dreamily, and I wasn't sure if she
meant my fingers or the exposure because her chat had seemed to hint at an
attraction to women in addition to exhibitionism.

   Her panties were made out of a silky material, plain white and thin
enough for me to clearly see the outline of her pussy.  My heart was
pounding as I tentatively prompted, 'would you like to flash your pussy,
maybe just a hint?'

   Her eyes were still fixed on mine, and I could see a glint, a hint of
her daring and excitement.  She nodded, just a slight incline of the head,
so I said.  'pull your panties to one side a little.'

   She reached down and hesitated, so I placed my finger inside the thin
material at the top of her inner thigh.  She shuddered a little as I
whispered, 'like this,' and pulled the fabric tight against her.  I could
see the outline of her entire genitalia, her pussy lips clearly showing as
the panties rode up into her, the pretty mound with its little strip bit of
pubic hair near the top showing through the almost sheer material.  A dark
spot right in the centre of her sex, where she was slightly wet.

   She gasped and shook her head a little, panic in her eyes as she saw the
man staring at her and closed her legs.

   Panting, she looked at me, a little flushed and said.  'I can't believe
I did that.' Technically she hadn't; I had, but I let it slide.

   'Do you want to carry on teasing, or has that satisfied your curiosity?'

   She gulped down some wine and then answered, 'I don't know, yes?  I'm
not sure.' Then she leaned in and said very quietly.  'It made me a
little...'

   Damp?' I interrupted with a smile, 'yes, I could see.'

   She blushed then surprised me.  'I suppose it was nice, so yes, why not?
What should I do?'

   'You could either remove your panties or touch yourself to tease,' I
said.

   Her eyes went wide, 'what would you do?' she asked, then added, 'usually
do I mean.'

   I thought then said, probably touch myself if I was as turned on as you
are., 'But over my panties, not giving everything away.  Most times, I like
to hint at things.  I find it makes things more exciting to not show
everything.'

   She hesitated, 'I'm not sure.  I mean, how should I do it?'

   Her skirt had dropped back around her thighs, so I held it out of the
way.  Taking a chance that I was right about her 'interests' going off
instinct and our conversation, I said.'Like this,' reached out and gently
touched her on the panties where they were slightly wet.

   She jumped, but I didn't move my finger away as she said.  'Oh, that
tingled.'

   She was breathing a little hard, so I said.  'Are you going to do it, or
would you like me to touch you there some more.' Adding, 'just to show you
off to our voyeur.'

   Again she was looking at me intensely.  The tip of her tongue flicked
out as she bit her bottom lip, and she shifted down a little more in her
seat, her knee drifting out, opening herself up to his view and my touch.

   I took it as a yes and began cautiously stroking her slit through her
panties with my index finger.  She began to breathe harder, so I stroked
harder and faster.  She lifted her hips off the seat's edge and began
wiggling her buttocks.

   Glancing over, I could see the man was watching with his coat draped
over his lap.  He saw me and looked nervous, but I winked and mouthed,
'watch' then slipped a finger deep in my friend, whispering to her how nice
she felt, stroking faster until suddenly she gasped, biting her lip,
remembering where we were, as her juices wet my hand.

   Still panting, flushed and looking nervous, she scooted back in her
seat, pulling her skirt back down over her damp thighs and panties.  Then I
saw her eyes widen and her mouth open in a little 'O' of shock as she
noticed the man squirming about a bit, hiding what he was doing under his
coat.

   I decided to help him and take the attention away from my friend as she
looked embarrassed after her fist time exhibition.  (and probably her first
'lesbian' fingering).

   There was a look of shock in his eyes at being caught looking again, but
I gave him a sexy smile and ran my hand over my leg, then slowly lifted my
skirt, holding it for a moment, legs parted, so he could see I wasn't
wearing panties as I started stroking myself.

   It was a turn-on because my friend had never done this in public.  She'd
loved the stories, and now she'd experienced the thrill and was watching me
tease in a way I'd described to her many times.  As I was rubbing my clit,
almost at orgasm, I saw him tense and was sure he came in his pants as he
gave a little shudder.  A look of horror came over his face.  He grabbed a
napkin off the table, reaching under the coat over his legs.

   This was enough to bring me off, and I cupped my hand over my pussy,
squeezing my thighs shut as juices wet my thighs and seat.

   A naughty thought came to me as I looked over and saw the sexy smile on
my friend's face.  I said.  'one last bit of fun, take off your panties,
they'll be too wet to walk home in, and we can have some fun.'

   She looked puzzled, hesitated for a second, then nervously looked around
the room, got up and slipped her panties off.  Catching my eye, she held
her skirt up, giving the man another look at her pussy before quickly
sitting down.

   A little surprised at her boldness, I just said, 'time to leave, and as
we walked past the man's table, I took them from her and dropped them in
his lap.  He gave a little nervous smile and squirrelled them away in a
pocket, and as we exited, I whispered in my friend's ear, 'no doubt he will
be masturbating with them later.'

   She giggled and then asked, 'do you want to come back for a glass of
wine?'

   'Just wine?' I asked, hoping she'd overcome a little of the crippling
shyness that had been keeping her from exploring her sexuality.

   She looked at the floor and shyly said.  'I'd really like to see you
naked, hold you.'

   Her voice was so quiet I hardly caught what she said but held the desire
I'd picked up on from her gym revelation earlier.  It was going to be an
exciting evening, she was flushed, and I couldn't tell if it was a blush or
excitement, perhaps a little of each.

   Testing the waters, I slipped a hand over her inner thigh, bringing her
skirt up with it, she looked nervously around, sucking in a breath as I
touched her gently between the legs, finding warm dampness as we stood just
outside the bar.  Her dress draped over my arm, exposing a good deal of
thigh as I stroked my fingers along her slit just once before taking my
hand away.

   She looked around nervously again and spotted two men standing on the
street, staring.  I noticed her cheeks flush again and said.

   'I think they were watching.  How does that make you feel?'

   She looked over at them, smiled, and then sighed.

   'Wonderful, nervous, excited, frightened, daring, deliciously turned on
and wanting more.'

   I smiled and leaned close, giving her a peck on the cheek.

   'Exactly how I feel,' then laughing added, 'it's very addictive.'

   Her apartment wasn't far from the bar, and we soon awaited the lift in
the expensive-looking foyer.  A concierge sat behind a hardwood half
circular desk and smiled pleasantly with an 'evening ladies' as we walked
past.  The lift was soon with us, and my friend punched the number for her
floor.  The usual little stomach flip of a lift start was followed by
another of excitement as I leant to my friend and said.

   'Dare you to copy me,' as I unfastened and slipped off my skirt,
standing there in a blouse just long enough o cover my modesty, although I
knew the curve of my cheeks would be exposed as I walked, the sway of my
hips causing it to rise.

   She bit her bottom lip and I thought she was going to say no, but
sucking in a breath she copied me, slipping off her skirt and holding it
loosely by the side, smoothing down the front of the blouse which sat at
about the same level as my own, just covering her pussy.

   She suddenly went red and gasped, 'oh no, I'm not wearing panties.'
Caught up in the 'dare', she must have forgotten and panicked as she
suddenly remembered.

   I smiled and said, 'nice feeling, isn't it, almost exposed, with the
risk of being seen?'

   She just nodded, glancing at her reflection in the shiny polished metal,
shifting position, trying to see how much she was exposed.

   Feeling naughty, I stood in front of her and popped open three buttons
of her blouse, leaving it showing a general amount of bra and cleavage,
doing the same with mine.  As she went to object, I whispered, 'you'll love
the feel of the material brushing your cheeks as it rises, exposing just a
little of each buttock as you walk along.  The chance someone might be
behind you, getting little flashes.' I paused.' or as the front flips over
your thigh a little, giving the briefest of flashes of...well, you know.'

   She looked down, smoothing the material again as we finally stopped. 
The doors swished open, and we stepped out into a wide corridor lined with
light-coloured doors, my friend even more nervous as she said.  'I'm right
at the far end, 204.'

   Taking her hand in mine, I said.  'Then we'd better hope we get there
before the second lift reaches this floor.'

   Startled, she glanced over her shoulder to see that the lift had just
reached the floor below ours.  Her hand tightened on mine, and she said
breathlessly, 'i can't believe I'm doing this.' as we walked to her
apartment.

   We were almost halfway when we heard the ding of the doors opening and
the chatter of male voices.

   She whispered, 'oh no.' but I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and
said.  'This is what you've wanted.  Most guys don't even register what
they have seen at first, then all they will do is nudge each other and get
excited they've seen something.  Take a breath and relax.'

   As if on cue, I heard a shocked exclamation, 'bloody hell.' Then the
hushed comments of, 'look at her arse, 'is that a shirt?' Then.  'Shh,
they'll hear you.'

   I looked at my friend and whispered, 'see, they don't want to spoil
things.  They're just enjoying seeing a couple of attractive ladies having
fun.'

   We reached her door, and as she unlocked it, I glanced over my shoulder.
The guys seemed to be hanging around an apartment just a few doors down,
adjacent to my friends.  As she opened her door and stepped in, I turned
towards the guys, smiled and dragged my fingers over my thigh, lifting the
blouse so they had a clear view of my pussy, then popped the rest of the
buttons so that it hung loose.

   They stood, mouths gaping, and I inclined my head, indicating for my
friend to join me.

   She nervously stepped out, and I put my arms around her, turning her
towards the stunned guys, who looked to be late teens from their attire,
expensive but still late teen fashion of band shirts and jeans.

   I kissed her neck gently, and she leant into me, trembling slightly as I
slowly undid the remaining buttons of her blouse, teasing it down her arms,
leaving her standing in nothing but the skimpy, lacy bra which I unclasped.
Holding her so that it slipped over her breasts and down to join her
blouse, leaving her beautiful body exposed.

   She stood trembling in my arms for a second before turning back into the
apartment.

   I gave the guys a little wave and squatted to retrieve her clothes,
opening my legs and giving them yet another treat.

   As I stepped into the apartment, she pushed my blouse over my shoulders
so that it pooled at my feet and reached around, fumbling to undo my bra.
She hugged me close, our breasts bare against each other and kissed my
cheek.  'That was so fucking scary but so exciting.' she said, breathless.
'I've always dreamt of doing something like that.  It's so arousing.'

   She moved her hands up and down my back, stopping short of touching my
buttocks.  Moving her shoulders, she rubbed her breasts against mine and
whispered shyly, perhaps still unsure of herself, 'will you touch me?'

   Her breasts were firm, the nipples small, pale, erect.  I reached up
between us, gently took her left breast in my hand, and squeezed lightly,
rubbing my thumb over her.  She took a sharp breath and shuddered a little
as I bent my head and gently kissed her breasts, nibbling each nipple.

   Her hands were in my hair as I ran a tongue over each little nub,
kissing and nibbling the smooth flesh of her breasts as I squeezed and
caressed them.

   She pushes me back, a little breathless, and stands for a moment, her
eyes roaming over my body, taking in the sparse hair between my legs, I
open them to let her gaze on me there, and she, nervously, cautiously
reaches out and takes my breasts in her hands and squeezes them.  My
nipples tingle as she becomes braver, pinching them gently, pulling a
little and I wonder if this is how she touches herself when she
masturbates.

   It is her only reference to touching a woman.  My groin is turning to
liquid as she kisses and licks the nipples, and I pull her closer to me
again, my hand on her tiny waist and whisper in her ear, 'I want to finger
you so badly.'

   Her hand runs over my buttock as she presses herself to me and simply
says, 'Ok.' I tentatively move my hand down between us, my fingers of one
hand at the base of her bottom, the top of her leg, the fingers of the
other moving up her towards her secret place, ticking her inner thigh until
I can feel the damp, smooth flesh between her legs.

   She arches her back as my fingers gently probe her vagina, the tips
parting her outer lips.  She shudders again, her breath coming in little
pants as I push my finger deep, curling it against her G spot.  With a
little 'Oh', she slumps against me, gasping in orgasm.  Catching her
breath, she pushes back a little and looks me deep in the eyes as she says.

   'Being touched like this, doing what we did tonight, it's better than
I'd imagined.  I've spent many nights touching myself in bed, wondering
what it would be like to do what we did in the restaurant, walking around
semi-naked, teasing...' She paused, again a little shy as she added, 'and
getting pleasure from another woman.'

   I move my hand along the inside of her thigh, cupping it over her mound,
drawing my fingers along her slit, resting them on her clit.

   Eyes closed, breathing a little ragged she rests a hand on my breast,
sliding it down my stomach, pauses as she touches the small landing strip
of hair, then runs a finger tentatively between my legs, and I realise she
is going to return the favour.

   As her fingers gently explore, I am wet with anticipation, still slowly
rotating a finger on her clitoris, and by the way she is rocking, the
wetness on my fingertips, I know she will be close to orgasm soon.

   Her fingers find my entrance, the tips slipping through my wet folds,
and she opens her eyes to look at me, perhaps searching for permission to
go further, unsure as this is her first time exploring another woman.

   Slowly I guided her hand so that her fingers sank further into me and
with a smile, said.  'You're doing fine.  That's so nice.'

   She looks at her hand between my legs and says, almost to herself, '
it's so warm and slick.' Pressing her finger all the way in, turning it,
building to a rhythm, she gets used to the feel of me.  Pulling the finger
out, she runs her index and middle fingers along my labia, this time
pushing both inside and gasps as the tight, smooth walls of my pussy grip
her fingers.

   'I have never felt so aroused in my life.' she says, her breath short
and her words a whisper, giving a little shudder of pleasure as I nibbled
her ear and whispered back, 'fingering and being fingered is nice...but
even nicer in public with a secret audience.'

   She stiffened against me, letting out a little groan, her fingers
pressing deep inside me as I added, 'or with guys watching and cumming on
you.'

   As I said it, I pushed my finger back and forth, she was tight, so I
didn't add a second as I didn't want to hurt her.  She grinds down onto me,
forcing my finger deeper, and starts moving her hips to the rhythm she's
using on me.

   Curling my finger, I find her g-spot, using my thumb on her clit,
squeezing my thumb and finger towards each other a little in rubbing
movements.  She copies me, repeating the same motion, the rhythm faster,
harder as we cum together against the hands working between our legs, lost
in furious rhythm as the moment of ecstasy focuses our world on the intense
sensations and flooding juices between our legs.

   Slowly we come to our senses, and as we gradually withdraw our fingers,
I notice she tenderly touches them to her lips, tasting them.  I softly
squeeze her hip and, with a smile, say, 'you do realise we've not even made
it all the way into the apartment?'

   She blushed and took my hand, leading me to a spacious living room. 
Kissing my cheek, she said, 'wait here.' In a moment, she had returned with
two glasses of wine, looking sexy as she walked naked across the room, hips
swaying gently.

   I took the drink and finished a good half of the glass, delicious and
chill, as she watched me over the top of her glass.  She looked lost as to
what to do, like a virgin boy on his first time, feeling naughty and
enjoying leading her on new adventures.  I placed the glass on a small side
table and then, with a smile, knelt down to kiss her mound, feeling the
soft, neatly trimmed hairs on my lip.  I heard her gasp as my hands slid
over her legs, my thumbs parting her as my tongue slid along her slit,
grazing the already sensitive clit, feeling the wetness of my own pussy
dampening my thighs.

   Her knees buckled, and she gasped, but all that mattered to me was the
warm taste of her, the feel of the soft slick folds as my tongue, lips and
fingers moved back and forth against my friend's most intimate parts.  I
circled the tip of my tongue over her clit, then dipped down, teasing by
almost sliding my tongue inside her pussy, but not quite.

   Standing with her legs spread wide, hands resting on my shoulders fully
exposed, her pink lips glistening with her juices she let out a sigh as my
lips grazed her pussy with a series of kisses and small nibbles and licks.
The sigh became a gasp as my tongue lightly teased her clit, then plunged
into her depths.  My lips pressed hard to her, crushed against her wetness,
my tongue moving faster as she rocked herself against my mouth with a cry.
Her taste was as intoxicating as the wine as I rolled my tongue against her
pussy, licking up and down as she suddenly said, 'oh fuck, oh fuck,'
shaking in orgasm.  A little muscle in her thigh jumped each time I licked
the hypersensitive clit until she finally pushed away from me, saying, 'no
more, it's too sensitive.'

   She sat next to me, breasts heaving, and took up her glass of wine, that
she'd managed to set down as I'd teased between her legs and gasped out. 
'where did you learn to do that?'

   I laughed and replied, 'remember the party after the lift story?'

   She nodded and drained her wine.

   For a moment, she sat there, leaning back on her hands, legs curled
under her, pert breasts showing a slight sheen of sweat that matched the
glistening damp on her thighs.

   Without a word she shifted over and pushed my shoulders, guiding me back
so I was lying on the thick, soft rug just in front of the sofa.

   Gently, nervously she placed her hands on my knees and parted my legs
until they were spread wide.  Kneeling beside me, she placed her palm
against my pussy and dipped her head, mouth on my breast, licking my
nipple.

   I felt a finger slip inside me and I moaned a little as she again
explored, running the finger in and out, then back and forth through my
sopping lips.  The ache, the need to climax was building up as one finger,
then two, slid in and out of me slowly.

   Suddenly, unexpectedly I felt her warm breath on my thigh.  She paused,
her lips almost on me, and I said.  'you don't have to, just because I
did.'

   In answer, her lips lightly teased my clit planting little kisses on it
as her fingers slipped back and forth, a little harder and faster.  I
rocked against her mouth as she tasted me by flicking out her tongue. 
Touching it to my pussy lightly at first, then, perhaps noticing the
shivers her touch was causing, harder in long, exploratory strokes. 
Tickling my labia and eventually replacing the fingers inside me, her hot
breath and lips caressing my soft intimate places.

   She sat back a little, and I felt her fingers again stroking my pussy. I
gasped audibly, clenching my hand, grasping the edges of the rug as her
fingers plunged back into me.  Her tongue trailed up and down my sex from
my clit to where her fingers moved in and out.

   It was too much, but I managed to warn her, 'I'm about to cum.' giving
her time to take her tongue from me as the butterflies in my belly became
an almost unbearable tremor of ecstasy that made me roll my hips and arch
my back, causing me to tense up.  Instead of moving away, I felt her
opening my lips with her index and middle fingers, saying, 'you are
delicious' as her tongue lapped at my soaking pussy until the sensation
became too much, and I had to push her head away, as she had mine.

   After I had caught my breath, we embraced, and my friend showed me to
the guest en-suite, where I showered.  I was dressed in my blouse and
skirt, while my friend was wrapped in a soft cotton robe.  We sat sipping
wine.

   'How are you feeling?' I asked, wondering if there was any regret, as
she was so quiet.

   She smiled, 'delighted, thank you,' then added, 'are you sure you can't
stay?'

   I shook my head, I'd used work as an excuse, but I never stayed over at
anyone's place, the same way I never had anyone stay at mine.  I found it a
way of separating sex and intimacy.  Sleeping with someone, in the sense of
having sex, was different to sleeping next to someone and waking with them
in the morning in a relationship.  It was just how I preferred things, the
same way I didn't passionately kiss when having 'fun' sex.

   'Ok, maybe next time, that's if...?  she left the question open, and I
smiled.

   'Let's see how things go next time we meet,' I said, and she seemed
happy.  She sipped her wine and smiled, 'I loved tasting you.  I didn't
ever think I'd be doing the things we did tonight, it's been an absolute
adventure.  It's everything I've fantasised about.'

   'Everything?'

   She blushed, 'well, there's still the outdoor sex and, you know, that
thing you like, I want to try that.'

   'You mean being watched and cum on?' I asked, already knowing the
answer.

   'Yes, that.' she said excitedly, 'but not without you.  You'd have to be
the one to instigate an encounter.' Then, 'sorry, if you would want to, I
mean.'

   In reply, I finished my wine, gathered my things and walked to the door.
Once in the corridor, I pointed to the door where the young guys had been
gathered and said, 'maybe you could find out more about our young fans.'

   She went red as I said, 'they've probably been masturbating over our
little show from earlier.' Then with a shrug added.  'Might as well watch
them.'

   'But I wouldn't...' she started to say, but I interrupted.

   'It's easy.  Just speak to them.' I reached out and pulled the tie on
the robe easing it apart, exposing her nakedness to the corridor.

   'But dressed like this,' and as I walked to the lift turned and added
with a smile.  'I dare you.'