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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of October 
2006)

Chapter 5

Brenda Young's public exposure and her intense arousal from 
swallowing her husband's semen in public the week before had sparked 
a sexual firestorm in their lives.  They had not had so much, nor 
such good sex since they were first married.  Every day when Jim 
arrived home from work, Brenda would greet him at the door wearing 
some skimpy outfit and give him a welcome home blow job in their 
living room.  She would then sit him down in the velour upholstered 
recliner and perform a naughty little striptease until she stood 
before him completely naked.  She would pinch her large, already 
erect nipples and run her fingers up and down her labia until she 
felt her familiar wetness.  Next she would get on her knees between 
Jim's legs and unzip his pants with her teeth, however after only one 
failed attempt to remove his belt with her teeth, she did the rest of 
the work with her hands.

Once his slacks were down around his ankles, Brenda would again rise 
and finger her tits and pussy while gyrating her hips to some unheard 
but beautiful tune.  She would turn away from him for a moment and 
lower her ass until it nearly touched his lap.  When he reached out 
to caress her ass cheeks she slapped his hand away.  She wiggled her 
ass enticingly for his pleasure, then rose and turned around to face 
him.

By now, and it happened this way every night for that first week, his 
penis was stiff as glass and launching itself through the fly of his 
boxer shorts.  She would watch his blood pulse painfully up the 
length of its shaft for a moment before sitting in his lap, her legs 
around him and out over the arms of the recliner, and would just ride 
him mercilessly until she was satisfied.  Since he had already spent 
his load, he was able to control himself a bit more during this 
portion and ensured that his wife got her pleasure.

The two of them had spent many hours that week on the recliner, on 
the sofa, the dining room table, their bed upstairs, against the 
shower wall, on the floor of every room in their house, and once out 
on the concrete deck around their back yard pool.

But during the days when Jim was not home, Brenda needed 
satisfaction.  Her libido was off the charts.  For the first time in 
her life she began to watch those smutty cable channels which showed 
almost hardcore sex and she would lie naked and masturbate repeatedly 
while imagining herself in them... but she began to find that she was 
thinking more about being in them with the women and not so much with 
the men.  Maybe that was just because the shows were so obviously 
focused on heterosexual male viewers and so they hardly showed the 
men in the scenes.

It was now Wednesday, one full week after her lewd public behavior on 
Channel 69's What Some People Will Do contest.  She lay on the living 
room floor with the television tuned to one of those smutty channels 
and fingered herself dreamily.

There was a knock at the door.  Brenda froze.  Were all the curtains 
closed?  Could anyone see her lying there?  What would they think if 
they saw what she was watching?

Frantically she looked around the room.  No, all the curtains were 
securely closed.  She still had not gotten over her fear or 
embarrassment.  She had insisted that her behavior the previous week 
had been entirely motivated by the money and the trip to Honolulu 
(which she had still yet to receive any word on from the station).  
Under any normal circumstances, she would not expose herself publicly 
and certainly not to her neighbors as she had done for the prize 
money.

The knock at the door came again and Brenda, hands trembling and legs 
threatening to give out under her, went to grab her bathrobe from 
over the arm of the recliner.  She quickly put it on and knotted the 
long fabric tie in front to keep it closed.  She then went to the 
door and peered through the peephole.  She saw the TV crew standing 
on the doorstep.

"What are they doing here?" she asked softly.  "Maybe they've come to 
deliver my prize!  Of course."

She unlocked and swung open the door.

"Ah, hello Brenda.  We were beginning to think you were not at 
home," said Thomas Hardcastle, the man with the microphone.  "We 
wanted to congratulate you in person.  Not only were you our first 
ever winner in the What Some People Will Do contest, but you single 
handedly doubled our station's ratings last week.  Our viewers 
demanded to see you again and, well, how could we resist?"  He 
smiled; a charming, recently whitened smile suitable for any news 
anchor or other equally visible on-air personality.

"I-- I'm glad I could help," Brenda stammered.

"Also," Thomas continued, "we have come to give you your winnings for 
last week's contest.  Here is an envelope containing two plane 
tickets to beautiful Honolulu, Hawaii.  You and your loving husband 
may go and spend a week in paradise courtesy of Channel 69."  He held 
out the envelope and she reached for it.  As she was about to take 
hold of the paper, Thomas pulled it back.

"But, we also have a special offer for you.  You can take this trip 
to Honolulu right now or you can upgrade your prize by completing a 
dare today.  If you complete this dare, we will give you not only the 
two tickets to Honolulu but also $250 spending cash for the trip.  
Right now all you have is the trip and no monetary prize.  This is a 
chance to have both."

"I thought you were going to have a new contestant this week," Brenda 
said, astonished that they would have her back on the show.

"And we will if or when you either refuse or fail to complete a dare.  
But as long as you are willing to go for it and win incredible 
prizes, you are the returning champion."

Brenda mulled it over for a minute.  "So if I take this new dare, I 
can win the trip to Hawaii and $250, right?"

"That's correct.  But either way, the trip is yours.  You cannot lose 
the trip now."

"Oh!" Brenda exclaimed.  She had expected the rules to be the same as 
they had been the week before, where if she failed to complete a dare 
she lost the previous prize.

"The trip is yours because you won it as the grand prize last week.  
But if you fail to complete a second dare today, then you would lose 
today's winnings just like last week,."

"Okay, I want to win the trip and the money.  What do I do?"

"It's great to have you back on our show, Brenda," Thomas laughed.  
"Your first dare for today is to deliver a package to the post 
office."

Brenda waited for more but Thomas said nothing.  "Is that... all?"

"Yes, just one package to the local post office.  However you will be 
wearing only a thin white summer dress."  Thomas picked up a box at 
his feet which Brenda had not previously noticed.  He opened it and 
pulled out a long, very thin white piece of material.  He handed this 
to Brenda, who held it up to her to see how long it was.  She saw 
that it would come to around her knees.  Thomas continued.  "And just 
before entering the post office, we will spritz you down with a water 
bottle.  To anyone else, it will appear that you are just sweating 
from the summer heat."

Aha!  So that was the catch this time.  She would be covered and yet 
still quite visible.  "Okay, I think I can do that."

"Alright then.  We will let you go and put this on while we take a 
short commercial break."

Brenda took the dress and stepped back into the privacy of her own 
home, then shut the front door.  She quickly untied her bathrobe and 
let it fall to the floor.  Now standing completely naked, she again 
held the thin white dress to her body.  "It's going to be a tight 
fit," she muttered.  She lifted it up until her hands were high over 
her head and then slipped herself into the dress as it came down her 
arms.  As it came to her chest, the material bunched up over her 36C 
breasts.  She grasped the bottom hem of the dress and tugged it 
downward over her tits, past her hips, and straightened it out around 
her knees.

Not much was left to the imagination even without being sprayed with 
water.  The fabric was so thin that the dark pink of her nipples was 
all too clear and the neatly trimmed brown patch of hair between her 
thighs was equally visible.  She steeled herself with a deep breath, 
then opened the front door.

"Shh, and we are back ladies and gentlemen.  Brenda, can you tell our 
viewing audience what it feels like to be you right now?"

Brenda moistened her dry lips with her tongue.  "It, uh.. it feels-- 
alright."

"Are you at all nervous?" Thomas pressed.

"Well yes," Brenda chuckled.  "I feel nervous and, well, a bit 
naughty."

"Nervous and naughty.  You heard it here folks.  Alright Brenda, 
let's roll."  With that, Thomas led Brenda, lightly, by the arm out 
to the TV van.  He let her sit in the back with himself and Ivan, the 
camera man, while the lighting man Rajiv got up front to drive.  As 
they rode in the back, Thomas and Ivan interviewed Brenda about her 
plans for the trip and the money.  After a few minutes they arrived 
at the post office.  Thomas took an ordinary spray bottle full of 
water and generously soaked the front of Brenda's thin white dress.  
She felt it stick to her in all the wrong places such as being 
plastered over her dark pink nipples and stuck down in between her 
cleavage.  He then handed her a small box and told her to have it 
delivered to her own home.  He handed her some money to pay for the 
postage, as she obviously had none on her person at the moment, and 
slid open the rear passenger door to let her out onto the hot 
pavement.

Brenda danced in mild pain as her tender feet came in contact with 
the parking lot.  She took the offered package and money and rushed 
into the post office, her breasts swaying suggestively and the TV 
crew recording a great shot of her firm ass as she bounded up the 
stairs.

Ivan, operating the large video camera, stood beside the van to get a 
clear shot in through the front windows of the post office.  He 
zoomed in to show Brenda waiting anxiously in line behind two other 
people, a man and a woman.  Both were staring at her in shock and 
apparently missed the postal clerk calling their ticket numbers.  
Brenda then jumped into action and pushed toward the counter.  Thomas 
announced to the TV audience that the number on the display behind 
the counter had increased apparently to Brenda's number.  Too bad for 
the two who had been ahead of her and missed their chance.

Brenda kept looking back over her shoulder toward the van as the 
clerk carefully weighed and stamped her package.  He eyed her 
voluptuous breasts with the thin white dress plastered to them with 
sweat and/or water.  He finally handed her a receipt and she hurried 
toward the doors to return to the relative safety of the van, but 
once in the parking lot she slowed to a suggestively swaying walk.  
Ivan got another great shot of her ass as she climbed in through the 
sliding door.


Chapter 6

Thomas Hardcastle patted Brenda on the back and announced, 
"Congratulations, Brenda Young.  You successfully completed your 
first dare for today and you can now walk away with $250 spending 
cash for your trip to Hawaii.  Or you can complete another dare to 
upgrade your winnings to $500!"

"I've already gone this far," she announced triumphantly, "I'll go 
for it."  She tried to disguise the fact that she was still quite 
embarrassed at her public indecency but the flushed look to her face 
and upper chest gave her away.

"Alright, you have agreed to go on to the next round for a chance to 
win $500 spending cash for your Hawaiian vacation.  We will drive to 
the next dare location and in the meantime we will show our viewers 
at home some highlights from your adventures last week and then cut 
away to a commercial break.  Folks, we'll be right back."

Brenda sat in the back of the TV van and caught her breath.  She was 
starting to feel like a tramp, but oddly it felt good.  Maybe tonight 
she and Jim would have even better sex than they had during the past 
week.

As the van drove, Brenda wondered what her next dare would be.  A 
trip to Hawaii and $500 cash would probably warrant something pretty 
risky, and she worried about what might happen.  She had already 
given up on thinking that the TV crew would not ask her to do 
anything illegal.  The blow job on the street corner the previous 
Wednesday evening had certainly crossed that line.

After several minutes, the van pulled up in front of the city park.  
It was a rather small park, only about one hundred yards by one 
hundred yards square, and had a street on all four sides.  Across the 
street to the North were apartment buildings, to the East were some 
of the oldest homes in the city, to the south was a train depot long 
since abandoned by the AT&SF railroad, and to the West was an 
industrial park.

"Alright now Brenda, here is your next dare.  Are you ready for it?"

"Yes.  I want to win $500."

"Good girl," Thomas said with a wide smile.  "For this dare we need 
you to now remove your white dress.  You will be completely naked for 
this one."

Brenda groaned but dutifully stood, hunched over in the back of the 
van, and began to tug the still damp material up over her hips.  Just 
then the side door slid open and Rajiv, the lighting man, shone his 
powerful spotlight on her.  With the hem of the dress up around her 
waist and her brown pussy on full display, Brenda paused and stared 
at the man with wide eyes.  Ivan, the camera man, hopped out and got 
a good shot of her in that pose.

Brenda regained her senses and wriggled the dress up and over her 
large breasts and off over her head.  She gently stepped down out of 
the van to stand completely naked before the three men.  For the 
moment they were providing protective cover for her and she did not 
believe she could be seen from afar.

"Now then Brenda," Thomas Hardcastle continued.  "What you will do 
for this dare is to perform a series of cartwheels-- do you think you 
can do that?  A series of cartwheels all the way across this park.  
We will move the van over to the far side of the park and when you 
get there, you can get back in.  Alright?"

"Couldn't it just be somersaults?" Brenda asked, not really wanting 
to be so openly spread and rolling head over heels sideways for such 
a great distance, especially with her large breasts so exposed.

"No, I'm sorry.  The dare is to do cartwheels all the way across.  No 
walking, no running, no jogging.  Just cartwheels.  If you fall over, 
you can get right back up and go on from there, but only cartwheels."

Brenda knew that if she did not do this, now that she had already 
agreed to take the dare, she would forfeit today's $250 winnings and 
go home with nothing to show for her public humiliation.  "Alright, 
let's do it," she said with a quivering jaw.

The men got back into the van and started the engine.  "You may begin 
at any time," Thomas told her.  We will be recording this from the 
door of the van as we drive around to the far side of the park."

Brenda looked around the park and was glad to see there were 
apparently no people here.  If there were, they were hidden within 
the few clumps of trees near the middle of the park.  She gulped down 
air and began her cartwheels, once again thankful that she had kept 
herself in such great physical condition all these years since 
marrying Jim.

The van drove with Ivan leaning halfway out the side sliding door to 
record Brenda's every movement.  Thomas told the TV viewers that if 
Brenda walked, ran or jogged or did anything other than cartwheels in 
order to get across the park, she would lose this dare.  Would she 
last long enough without getting tired?  If she did, it would prove 
how physically fit she was.

Brenda rolled sideways across the park, on both feet, then one foot 
and one hand, then both hands, then the opposite hand and foot, then 
both feet again.  She completed five of these before losing her 
balance, her breasts rolling insanely around and around as she 
cartwheeled.  She fell on her rump in the grass, both hands and feet 
planted on the ground.  This left her pussy spread and her tits 
exposed for anyone who might be watching from the industrial park to 
the West.  She quickly got to her feet and steadied herself for 
another series of cartwheels.  She completed another five before once 
again losing her balance.  Her breasts were just too big, too firm, 
and too heavy for her to keep this up.  As she rolled to the side, 
her tits would slap each other loudly.  As she stood briefly on her 
hands with legs spread wide above her, her tits would come up (or 
down as it were) to hit her chin.  Then as she continued her roll, 
her tits would again slap each other to the side, causing both of 
them to bounce this way and that.  She would finally get back on both 
feet but her tits kept rolling and slapping each other.

Five more cartwheels and Brenda was at the halfway point in the park.  
She was well concealed by trees here and briefly thought of just 
walking to the edge of the trees before continuing her cartwheels.  
But fear overtook her.  Sure, she was well concealed but not 
invisible.  The TV crew would still see her, just not as well as 
before.  She dared not chance losing everything now.  Besides, with 
all the trees around she would be able to let her tits roll and her 
pussy be spread and exposed in the air without worrying that people 
across the street were watching.

So she swallowed her pride and cartwheeled her way along a small dirt 
path between the trees.  She made it to just beyond the trees before 
falling backward again.  Now she lay on her back in the grass not 
twenty feet from the playground area.  A swing set with three swings, 
an old fashioned all metal slide and a jungle gym sat in a large 
sandy area.  A rusty old merry-go-round stood just a few feet from 
there in the grass.  Brenda was again thankful that no one was in the 
park today, but the risk had her sweating and gasping for breath.  
This was absolutely the most exhilarating thing she had ever done.  
Far better than any thrill ride at a theme park.  She did, however, 
notice that some people walking near the abandoned train depot were 
watching her now.  Several cars out on the three visible streets 
began honking their horns.

Brenda got back to her feet, trying to cover her breasts with one 
hand and her brown pussy hair with the other, but realize that they 
would soon be on total display again as she completed her cartwheels 
toward the waiting TV van.  She reluctantly let herself be exposed 
and quickly began what she hoped would be her final set.  She rolled 
herself with great intent and purpose toward the three men from 
Channel 69.  She very nearly made it to them but fell again on her 
rump three feet from the sidewalk.  Drivers in passing cars honked 
their appreciation.  Brenda wiped streams of sweat from her forehead 
and got to her feet one final time.  One last cartwheel and she was 
safe on the sidewalk.  She supposed it was best that she toppled 
while still in the grass rather than here on the concrete.

As Thomas Hardcastle congratulated Brenda on a job well done and told 
the TV viewers that she had just completed her second dare of the day 
for a total prize winning of $500, Brenda Young hurried into the van 
for cover.


Chapter 7

"Alright now Brenda," Thomas said as he got back into the van and sat 
next to her.  "We are going to now drive toward the location for our 
last dare today.  But I want to offer you a special bonus dare.  If 
you accept this dare and complete it before we reach the location of 
our final dare for today, we will upgrade your winnings for today 
from $500 to a full $1,000.  The final dare after that will offer you 
a chance to upgrade your trip to Honolulu to a trip to...  get 
this...  Tahiti!"

Brenda gasped aloud and her hands came up to her mouth.  "Tahiti?!  
I've always wanted to visit Tahiti!"

"Excellent!" Thomas said.  "So now you have a choice.  Take the one 
final dare and walk away with $500 plus a trip to Tahiti, or complete 
both of these dares and walk away with $1,000 and the trip to Tahiti.  
But as always, if you fail to complete either dare you drop back to 
where you were before your last completed dare, which would mean 
dropping back down to $250 and the trip to Hawaii."

Brenda shook her head.  "No.  I can do it.  I will do both.  Just 
tell me what to do."

"Brenda, we really are lucky to have you as a guest on our show.  I 
want to sincerely thank you for making this a success."  Thomas drew 
his arms wide and leaned in for a hug.  Brenda met him halfway and 
they embraced for several seconds as Thomas relished the feel of her 
big, naked and sweaty tits against his shirt.  "While we are on our 
way to the final dare, we will upgrade your winnings to $1,000 if you 
will sit here, facing the open sliding door of the van and finger 
your vagina while we drive."

Ye gads!  Brenda thought.  Drive for an unknown amount of time to an 
unspecified location and finger herself so publicly for everyone on 
the road to see?  This was perhaps too much to ask of her.

"I-- I don't know.  Isn't that kind of..."

"Illegal?" Thomas finished for her.  "No more so than anything else 
you have done for our camera."

Damn, he was sure right about that.  "Alright.  I-- I will do it for 
the $1,000."

Thomas moved to sit in the seat behind her along with Ivan, who aimed 
his camera down over the seat to get a clear view of Brenda's brown 
furry pussy as she turned to face the open sliding door of the van.  
She rested her left foot on the floor in front of the seat and tried 
several variations for placing her right foot, finally resolving 
simply to pull her knee up and rest her foot flat on the bench seat.

"Here, let me help you with that," Thomas offered.  He reached out to 
grasp Brenda's right ankle and pulled her foot up and over the back 
of the seat, spreading her pussy even wider for the outside world.  
The van was now moving along the streets of her own home town and 
here she was traveling in the back completely naked and with her 
pussy open for the world's viewing pleasure.  She slowly began to 
caress her labia with her right hand, using her left hand for 
leverage on the edge of the seat.  She stroked herself upward and 
downward for several minutes as the van drove on.  They had only 
passed a few cars but the looks on the faces of the drivers was sheer 
awe.

The van pulled up to a red light and waited.  Brenda had closed her 
eyes to block out the vision of people outside the van watching her 
as she made a slut of herself.  She had begun to rub and pinch her 
clitoris, having sufficiently stimulated her labia until her pussy 
literally ran like a faucet.  The catcalls of several male voices 
caused her to open her eyes and she saw with dismay that they were 
sitting at the red light in front of the high school.  A group of 
about twenty boys and an equal number of girls waiting for the school 
bus to take them home for the day.  All the boys were howling and 
making rude and obscene gestures at her and all she could do was to 
rub her pussy faster and harder.  She climaxed just as the van was 
lurching into the intersection, throwing back her head as a howl of 
sexual release boiled up from her throat.

Brenda plunged two fingers into her sopping slit and finger-banged 
herself to another howling, sweating orgasm before the van had gone 
another block.  She lay back against the cool metal wall of the van 
to catch her breath, leaving her slick pussy on display.  Thomas 
encouraged her to continue.  "We're very close to our destination.  
You cannot stop now or you forfeit your winnings."

Brenda sat upright once more, determined not to have come this far 
only to lose everything now.  Her left hand went to work on her 
breasts, squeezing the firm flesh of each in turn, then rolling her 
nipples between thumb and forefinger.  Meanwhile her right had was 
once again plunging two fingers into her slit while working her 
clitoris with her thumb.

Two or three more minutes passed with Brenda watching the drivers of 
other cars staring in total disbelief at her.  She felt truly dirty 
and raunchy and incredibly turned on.  She would have done just about 
anything at that moment to have one more orgasm, but the van pulled 
into a parking lot and stopped.  Thomas took her right wrist and 
pulled her hand away from her vagina.

"We're here and it's time for your final dare.  You have already won 
a trip to Honolulu and now you have won $1,000 spending cash for your 
trip.  Here is your final dare for the day, and if you successfully 
complete this you will upgrade both prizes to a trip for two to 
Tahiti.  Are you ready for it?"

"Yes.  Yes.  Oh god yes!" Brenda gasped.  She had been robbed of her 
third orgasm and would do anything to have it now.


Chapter 8

"Alright then.  You are to deliver this package," Thomas produced an 
envelope, "to your husband in his office upstairs.  You must do this 
while wearing nothing but this thin white dress again and a clitoral 
vibrator."  Thomas also produced a small battery powered clip-on clit 
vibrator.  Brenda stared at him.  "You have already agreed to take 
this dare, so if you fail to complete it you will walk away with only 
$500 and a trip to Honolulu, but you have every right to walk away.  
There is no need to complete this dare except to get a trip to 
Tahiti."

Brenda grabbed the vibrator from him and played with it for several 
seconds to see how it worked.  She clipped it onto her pussy just 
around her hiding clitoris.  The small battery box would attach to 
her thigh with an elastic string around the back of her leg.  She put 
this on and then hopped out of the van.  She took the offered white 
dress, now completely dry but still as thin and transparent as ever, 
and worked her way into it.  Because she was now sweaty from her 
previous two dares, the material clung to her just as it had in the 
post office and was made totally transparent at points of contact.

Brenda took the envelope from Thomas and started for the door of her 
husband's office building.  It was a four story, glass sided building 
with the main door at the Southwest corner.  Ivan, the TV crew's 
camera man, followed her in.

Brenda breathed hard as she made her way to the elevators.  Her 
husband worked on the third floor, she knew, but she did not know the 
exact office.  She pressed the button to call the car and waited for 
what seemed like a week.  Finally the elevator doors slid open and 
two business women in nice suits (lucky them) and their hair up in 
buns stepped forth.  They eyed Brenda with mixed wonder and disgust.

"My god!" one of the women said, looking Brenda up and down.  "Who 
are you?"

"Sorry, it's so damned hot outside.  I'm just delivering a letter to 
my husband."

"Husband," questioned the same business woman, "or weekend fling?"  
Both business women laughed and continued on their way.

Ivan stepped into the elevator first so that he could get a good shot 
of Brenda entering and turning around to press the button for the 
third floor.  He noted "You are aware that the vibrator is supposed 
to be turned on, right?"

"Oh shit!" Brenda gasped.  She pulled up the hem of the dress and 
flipped the little switch on the battery box.  The vibrator clipped 
around her clitoris hummed to life and she was surprised at how 
powerful that little thing was.

As the doors opened for the third floor, Brenda steadied herself with 
one hand on the doorway.  She was quickly growing aroused again.  She 
made her way toward the receptionist's desk to ask where her 
husband's office could be found.  The busy woman there, talking on 
the phone while filing some paperwork in a drawer, took almost no 
notice of her.  A minute later she transferred the call to someone 
else, apparently a manager by the sound of it, and glanced up at 
Brenda.  She gasped at the sight of the beautiful twenty-nine year 
old half naked in a see through white dress and flushed with growing 
arousal.

"Excuse me.  Can you tell me where I can find my husband?  Um, Jim 
Young."

"Oh yes, he's in room 417 upstairs."

"But, I thought he was on this floor," Brenda argued.

"He was, the sweet, ample chested Asian receptionist said with a 
smile.  "But he got moved up to the fourth floor two days ago."

"Shit!" Brenda seethed to herself.  "Thank you."  She rushed back to 
the elevator, the clit vibrator causing her some rather powerful 
feelings in her crotch, and pushed the button.  Ivan panned the 
camera up to show the display panel which showed the elevator was 
again at the ground floor, then back down at Brenda as she began to 
shift her weight from foot to foot.  The doors finally opened and 
Brenda and Ivan stepped in.  Once the 4 button was pressed and the 
doors shut, Brenda reached up with both hands to squeeze her breasts 
through the thin white fabric.  Lost in her lust and with her eyes 
shut tight, she momentarily forgot that she was being videotaped and 
her image sent out to cable TV viewers everywhere.

The doors opened and she regained some composure, but the vibrator 
was becoming unbearably persistent.  Her pussy was running love juice 
down her thighs and the elevator car was pungent with her sexual 
scent.

Brenda noted a sign on the wall pointing to the right for rooms 410 
through 420 and headed off in that direction.  Down the hall she went 
with Ivan following close and videoing her sweet behind.  Brenda was 
on the verge of collapsing to the carpet and cumming when she reached 
her husband's office.  She knocked once then pushed the door open.  
Save for a desk, a chair, and a filing cabinet the room was empty.  
She looked around frantically but did not see her husband anywhere.  
She entered the office, with Ivan again right behind, and sat quickly 
in her husband's padded vinyl chair.  She spread her legs wide and 
faced toward the large wall/window overlooking the street below.  She 
let the vibrator do its wonderful thing to her clitoris and put both 
hands back on her breasts, squeezing and pinching and rolling her 
nipples through the thin fabric.

"Ohh unhh uhhhhh" she moaned as orgasm overtook her for the third 
time today.  She left a pool of pussy juice in her husband's chair 
which also made a large transparent spot in the back of her dress.  
When the office door opened and Brenda jumped to her feet, Ivan got a 
perfectly clear shot of her ass through the transparent dress.

"Holy Christ!" Jim Young shouted.  He quickly entered and closed the 
door.  Giving Ivan a dirty look, he went to his wife and demanded to 
know what was going on.

"Honey, I just won us a trip for two to Tahiti.  All I had to do was 
deliver this letter to you."  She handed him the envelope.  He 
snatched it from her hand and tore it open.  Inside he found two 
plane tickets with the destination of Tahiti.  Jim's eyes nearly 
popped out of their sockets.  He had been almost skeptical of the 
whole Honolulu incident when the television station had failed to 
supply them with any additional information and no tickets, but here 
were two real tickets to Tahiti.

Jim embraced his wife and kissed her repeatedly on the lips.  "I love 
you," he said between each kiss.

After several minutes of hugging and kissing, the two parted with Jim 
saying that he really needed to get back to work but that he would be 
home as soon as he could that night.  He gave one last glance at 
Ivan, still manning the camera and grinning like an idiot, before 
saying, "Now get that thing out of here.  This is a place of 
business."

Back down in the van two minutes later, Brenda covered her face with 
both hands.  She could not get over how much of a public slut she'd 
become this last week, but at least she was coming out of it with a 
valuable prize.  A trip for two to Tahiti wasn't cheap and she and 
Jim would certainly enjoy the time alone in paradise.

The show was over for the day, and theoretically forever, so the TV 
crew congratulated Brenda on a job well done and thanked her 
profusely for being such a great sport and helping them to increase 
their station's popularity.  Then they dropped her off at home and 
left.

Now Brenda discovered a problem.  While the TV crew had allowed her 
to keep the thin white dress they'd given her for the day, she had 
left home earlier that afternoon in such haste without her purse or 
anything.  She found herself standing on her front door step without 
a key to enter.

There were only two ways into her house.  Her bedroom window had been 
left halfway open and she would be easily able to get inside, but 
first she would have to climb up to the second story and walk a very 
narrow ledge which ran the length of the front of the house.  The 
other option was to try coaxing the kitchen window to open.  It did 
not lock as the rest of the windows in their house but it was closed 
and there was not much of a frame to push up on from the outside.  
That window was also not nearly as tall as the others so she would 
need to literally crawl up and push herself through it.

But if that's what she had to do, then do it she would.  She made her 
way around to the gated fence at the side of her house and stepped 
through to the back yard.  She approached the kitchen window and 
planted her hands firmly on the glass.  She pushed upward with all 
her might and slowly the window began to slide.  It was none too 
easy, though, to get a grip on the smooth glass.  After about five 
minutes and numerous tries, she got the window up enough that she 
could reach in under its frame and push it up properly.

So now there was an easy way in, but she would still have to hoist 
herself up to the window sill and wriggle her way in.  And then she 
would be directly over the sink, so she would have to put one foot on 
the counter in order to get fully in and down to the floor without 
injuring herself.  It would be just her luck to have won a trip to 
Tahiti only to paralyze herself breaking into her own home, she 
mused.

Firmly gripping the window sill with both hands, Brenda jumped and 
pulled until her head and shoulders were through the opening.  But as 
she squirmed and kicked to propel herself further through the window, 
she discovered that the thin white dress was still sticking to her in 
many of the wrong places.  Her mobility was somewhat limited and the 
friction of the dress sliding against the wooden sill was pulling the 
neck of the dress down between her large breasts, causing a 
constriction against her chest which was cutting her air capacity.

She finally resolved to slide back out and, still in the relative 
safety of her own jungle-like back yard, remove the dress entirely.  
When she stood completely naked again, she hoisted herself back up 
and through the kitchen window.  She managed to wriggle herself 
through enough to have her full breasts hanging in over the sink, but 
as she tried to slide in the rest of her trunk, she found she could 
not keep a steady hand hold on the tiled edge of the counter.  She 
landed against the window sill on her belly, knocking the last of her 
wind out with a loud "Oof!"

Brenda dangled half in the window and half out for a few minutes.  
She felt something, probably a fly from the small size of it, land on 
her right calf.  It tickled and she began to kick to shoo it away.

A voice from behind startled and frightened her.  "Need a hand?"  
With her body stuffed into the opening of the window the voice 
outside was rather muffled, but she believed it was her (male) next 
door neighbor.

"I'm stuck!" she yelled back.

"Yes," Mr. Forester, a middle aged man whose wife had died two years 
prior and left him with a considerable inheritance, commented.  "This 
is a sticky situation, isn't it?  I wonder what I ought to do."

"Help me inside!" Brenda shouted.  "Please."

"I don't know.  From this angle I can't really tell who you are.  You 
could be anybody.  I've heard about people breaking into homes in the 
nude as a diversionary tactic.  How do I know you are Mrs. Young?"

"Please Mr. Forester, please I can't stay like this."

Edwyn Forester lightly tickled the woman's bare feet.  She squealed 
and squirmed.  He then took a firm hold on each of her ankles and 
pulled them up so that her legs were straight out.  This way he could 
push her, gently, in through the window and hope that she had brains 
enough to keep herself from falling head first to the floor.  He also 
was able to spread her legs wider and get an incredible view of her 
beautiful young, and very moist, labia.  He licked his own lips at 
thoughts of what he could do in this situation.

Brenda took the cue and began to wriggle her way further in through 
the kitchen window.  Mr. Forester delighted in the view of her firm 
young ass wriggling this way and that.  A shame that he could not see 
her tits.  He knew they must be putting on quite a show inside.

Brenda finally came through the window enough to slide one leg 
through and plant her knee on the counter top  Then she pulled her 
other leg through and knelt on hands and knees over the sink, her 
magnificent breasts dangling down.  Mr. Forester stepped closer to 
the window to drool at the sight.  "Well, I guess you really are Mrs. 
Young, now that I can see your face.  Pleasure to see you, ma'am.  
What brings you into this situation?"

"Long story!" Brenda exclaimed as she slid off the counter to stand 
facing the window.  She covered her breasts with one arm and reached 
out the other to shut the window.

"Don't I even get a `thank you'?" the man asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry.  I'm just in such a hurry is all.  Thank you."  With 
that she slammed the window down and rushed to the stairs.  She 
needed to shower and prepare for her husband's arrival from work.

Edwyn shrugged and turned away to retrieve the pitifully thin white 
dress the woman had discarded in the lawn.  When he had happened to 
see someone wriggling in through the kitchen window of his 
neighbors' house, he had gone out and around the side of their yard 
to investigate.  It was really just blind luck that it had not been 
an armed robber, and even greater luck that his neighbor's darling 
wife had been completely naked and in need of his assistance.  He 
would add this piece of clothing to his small collection of things 
his wife used to wear when she was feeling naughty.

END OF PART 2
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