Gaze

Why do girlfriends insist on dragging you out to noisy clubs when you’ve just been dumped? And then, why do they dessert you when they get fed up of your, “Oh but I loved him sooooo much.” whining, to go and dance with fit young men?

Of course, you then have to ask if I knew all this before, why did I let Lindsay, Christine and Sally drag me out in the first place? I have absolutely no bleedin’ idea! I will put it down to being in a weakened state from days of sitting in a darkened room eating chocolate and watching every last episode of Friends. Thinking about it, that may have brainwashed me into thinking that going out with my bosom buddies might actually cheer me up.

I’d half convinced myself that it’d be fun. I spent a few hours pampering myself in preparation for the big, girlie night out. This involved me drinking a couple of large glasses of white wine and actually shaving my armpits and putting on make-up, which I’d not had to do in such a long time. Steve liked me make-up free and didn’t mind a bit of excess body hair here and there. That thought led to spending an extra fifteen minutes re-applying my mascara.

The first hour or so was actually fun, we all sat together and drank and giggled and remembered. We’d been quite the fearsome foursome in college. We hunted in packs and always got enough meat to go round. In fact every time we went out back then, we ended up snogging at least one bloke each.

I should have known they were on the prowl by their outfits. my three single friends know exactly how to attract the opposite sex when they want too, vivid colours, low cut tops and high cut skirts, hair long and flowing, ready to flick at the flutter of an eyelash.

Lindsay was the first to apologise and split off as we danced round our handbags together. She’d seen an old flame and was interested in checking out if the spark still ignited on her ring o’ love.

Christine was next, her apology just as sincere when a dark-haired, dark-suited man wooed her on her way to collect more cocktails for us. At least he paid for a round of drinks before depleting our group to just two.

Sally left to “pay a visit” half an hour ago and has yet to return. No doubt that red-head of hers has been turned by something young and firm and juicy. I guess that means I’m off home via the 24 hour Tesco for wine and several blocks of chocolate.

I don’t know what made me look up at just that moment, but making contact with those powerful green eyes, I’d not be surprised if I’d been hypnotised into it. It is difficult to see much in a club where bodies sway and thrash to the music accompanied by flashing lights and enwreathed in a veil of stale cigarette smoke; but those eyes, oh those eyes, seem to have beamed through all of that. Maybe that’s just the “sex on the beach” talking though.

Anyhow, there is no denying that those eyes are green, not like Jim Carrey in the mask green, but more like that dark green you often see in velvet; that dark, middle of the rainforest green. And those “cool on a hot summers day” eyes are fixed on me.

I mean really fixed. Not just an accidental crossing of gaze, but a definite stare in my direction. My cheeks are burning, they feel like they’ve been baking in the sun and I know they’ll be glowing like a neon light in a kebab shop.

I drop my eyes and take a breath. When I look back up I expect him to have looked away, but no, he’s still looking at me. I don’t feel weirded out by his gaze, just a little uncomfortable. I wonder what he finds so fascinating about me? My hair is not quite brown, but not quite blonde. My eyes are blue, not azure blue or stormy-skies blue, just middle of the road, kiddie picture blue. My face is round, leaning towards chubby, and my features are plain. I’m honestly and truthfully very average.

Steve was always saying so. He said I was the most averagely beautiful girl he ever met. I always thought he was being cute, then he ran off with a stunningly gorgeous model and I realised I had been a stop-gap. Any port in a storm, you might say.

I wonder if Green Eyes will come over to me? I flick my line of sight rapidly up to the sleek black hair, ruffled and not overly styled, back to the eyes - yup he’s still staring. My gaze flicks down to the soft sensual lips, thin then suddenly plump, then thin again, and lower to the little dimple in his tapered, clean-shaven chin.

Green Eyes is hot! Now I am not sure what to do. He’s been staring at me for what? Two, maybe three minutes and he hasn’t made a move. Is he shy? Those eyes don’t seem shy, they’re fixed right on me for a start. That doesn’t shout “Shy” to me. Why isn’t he coming over then? Is he staring in horror? Have I got something between my teeth or around my face?

I slip my hand up my chest and to my chin then subtly rub at my cheek and face. Nope, nothing obvious there and what-is he smiling at me? I see it in those evergreen eyes first, then at his lips. A smile-a sexy smile, and unless I’m much mistaken, a suggestive smile.

I feel a corner of my mouth lifting in a sly, knowing smirk. I look into those deep eyes and take an even deeper breath. I know this is the cocktails working, but I lift a finger in front of me (right in the middle of our joined gaze) and beckon him over, still smiling.

My heart hammers, louder than the thumping disco music, (or so it seems) I lick my lips nervously, my gaze dropping from his, unable to maintain the stare through my nerves.

Will he come over?

I take a few calming breaths then look up. He is there, just lowering tight and tasty looking buttocks down onto the green baize seat on the other side of the tiny, round table. I panic now. What do I do next? God, it’s a long time since I was last single. I’ve forgotten how to do this! I gaze intently at the glass in front of me, the sad remains of my last toxic coloured cocktail lolling at the bottom of the wide-bottomed glass.

I feel the now familiar weight of his stare and look up. He smiles at me and I smile back, focused in on those harmonious, green eyes.

“Hello.” I barely whisper the words, they seem to get caught around the rock-like lump in my throat. I just hope the guy can lip read or I’m sunk.

“Hi.” I see the lips move, but I can barely hear him. His eyes are still locked on me. He leans across the table and I feel the heat of his gaze on my neck, then I feel his breath tickling my ear and finally I hear in soft, husky tones “I hope you don’t think me rude for staring at you. I just couldn’t believe such a beautiful woman was sitting alone.”

I giggle coyly, dipping my head to my shoulder modestly. I lean in over his shoulder, and say (not much louder than a whisper again)

“Oh I didn’t mind. I just wondered what exactly you were looking at.”

This close to him I can smell the subtle freshness of his aftershave, see the strong set of his jaw, the slight hint of dark hair in the “v” of his partially unbuttoned black shirt.

“Your sparkling eyes, that seem so sad even when you laugh. Your tapering neck, the soft creamy flesh there and down into the cut of your low top, wondering how soft it would feel under my fingers, beneath my lips.”

I gasp, the sheer sexy tone of his low, breathy voice tingling through me, I bite my lip nervously as I feel his hand brushing the side of my thigh, then let out the slightest breathy moan when it settles on my lap, just above my knee. Then, I all but orgasm from sexy surprise as his lips brush softly along the skin just below my ear.

“I was looking at your lips. So plump and inviting, becoming wetter and pinker as the night wore on, I love seeing them now, all lipstick removed. They look so sweet, so tempting, so ripe.”

A slight squeeze to my thigh and he’s whispering again,

“And focusing on your lips got me so hard, I hope you don’t mind me telling you this, and so aroused that I began to think about your other (hopefully) wet and juicy lips.”

There is no doubt that my lips are wet and plump and juicy now, his long lithe fingers stroking my knee coupled with the sexy voice in my ear have definitely seen to that. The doubt in my mind is in the honesty of this guys words. Is he just looking for an easy lay tonight?

Actually, do I care? I mean, I’ve just come out of a massive relationship and I’m not exactly ready to get entangled in another one so early. However, I am horny.

How long is it now that this silence has sat between us? I can hear the hiss and puff of his breath against my ear and his hand has not moved from its place upon my thigh.

“I’m speechless.” I reply, leaning closer to his ear, ” I have to confess I don’t think you’re telling the truth…”

A remembered hand print is all that’s left on my thigh as his hand moves up to the table and covers my own. Grasping firmly it is pulled below table level and over, to cup his hard-very hard-cock straining up against the soft fabric of his trousers.

“Well.” I pull my hand away, uncomfortable with clutching a mans private parts in public. “So you didn’t lie about that then.” I cough and splutter, and feel my whole face flush with embarrassed heat.

“I want you.” his lips are back against my ear again. “That is the honest truth, beyond that I cannot think, I cannot think of anything but your body and how thrilling it would be to feel your naked flesh rubbing against mine.”

Fuck. I’ve got to give this guy points for effort. I’ve never been this horny from so little contact before, as I am composing myself to reply, he carries on. “I’m leaving now, I have a taxi ordered. Would you like to share it with me?”

A gentlemanly offer on the surface but only a step away from asking me to sleep with him on another. Why should I refuse? The girls have left me alone, I need to get back home and who knows? I might just take the chance and follow my hormones for once. A fuck for fucking’s sake seems like a good idea right now.

“Yeah Ok.” I reply, “Thank you.”

He stands up and offers me his hand. I take it, honestly not knowing how steady I will be on my feet now. Cocktails are easily taken whilst perched upon my stabilising, big bottom but standing up could prove difficult.

He slips my arm through his as I stand up and chivalrously walks very slowly towards the door.

“Do you have a coat?” he asks and I shake my head. He slips my hand out from the crook of his arm and wraps it around my shoulder instead. “It’ll be cold out.” he says matter of factly, and before I can complain he is walking forward and pushing me with him.

He’s right. There is a chill wind blowing as he pushes open the club door out onto the damp tarmac of the main road. The street lights are reflected in the shallow puddles, making the ground glow like the yolk of a fresh farm egg. Just at the pavement edge is a shiny black taxi, Green Eyes taps on the window establishes it is meant for him, and opens the door for me to step in.

The beauty of the back seat of a black cab is it’s spaciousness. There is plenty of room to fit three -maybe even four- tipsy ladies, making a cab home a cheap option for a gaggle of girls on a budget. However sitting with Green Eyes I feel like we’re sitting in a child’s push car we’re squashed so close together, the more I fidget, the tighter he holds me to him “to keep me warm.”

I find myself snuggling in towards his body, enjoying his warmth and hardness. His hand slips round my waist and cradles me, I feel peculiarly safe in the arms of this stranger. His hand moves higher and cups my breast, I nuzzle into his chest and feel his hand grow yet bolder, the firm, long fingers grasping the globular flesh, strumming over my nipple.

I let out a little gasp and rub my hand up and down his front, dipping as low as his belly button and sweeping up to the centre of his chest. His hand sweeps down to my hip and slips under the cotton of my tight fitting top. If the driver glances at us he will be able to see his hand under the stretched material, but I don’t care. I feel his fingers prying at the bottom of my bra and then he eases it up and over my breast, making it possible for his fingers to feel my flesh. It spurs me on in fact, my hand dips lower and brushes over this guys crotch, where I can feel he is hard, looking down I can see a definite pyramid at the front of his trousers.

“Yessss!” the sibilant hiss echoes in my ear as I grip my hand around the fabric and the cock within it’s confines. I move my hand up and down a few times and feel his hand grasping and releasing my tit to the same pulse.

I find the zip down the centre of his trousers and tug at it, the hand at my breast drops, and slithers over my stomach before slipping under the waist band of my skirt. I am highly aware of the driver and the fact he can hear, and possibly see, everything that’s going on here. I slip my hands inside the opening and find my fingers gliding over naked, hard cock flesh which is surprisingly sexy, the lack of an extra cloth barrier seems somehow a bit kinky, as if this guy was hoping to get some action tonight.

“What number was it, Pal?” the drivers voice chirps in and my fingers tighten around him, reflexively covering up his exposed member.

“Seventeen” he replies pulling his hand out of my skirt. I remove my hand and he zips himself back up.

“Tell me now. Are you coming in with me? If you come in, we’re going to fuck.” his words are stark and almost offensive, but his voce and tone are sexy and compelling. “If you don’t want that, then tell the cabby you want to go on home. It’s up to you.”

I hate decisions. I almost wish he’d not given me this one, but part of me is grateful he did, it shows me that he is gentleman enough to take rejection at this late stage. I’ve just been massaging his cock but he’s given me a metaphorical “get out of jail free” card all the same.

“I’ll come with you.” I breathlessly reply. Fuck it. I’ve had enough of being sensible, and Lord knows I’m horny! My heart thumps, beats and bats against my chest as he takes my hand in his and helps me out of the taxi.

“Have fun!” The taxi driver chortles just before he puts his foot down and heads out of sight.

I don’t know where we are, the sight of red-stoned terraced rows is one you can see anywhere in this town. The house he is taking me towards looks in good condition and behind the bright-red door is a living room that I am surprised to see is clean and tidy. I can see the light, sandy laminate flooring, the deep red of the new looking sofa and apart from a large TV and accoutrements not much else!

“I’ve not lived here long.” he says, after watching me gawk no doubt, “So I’ve not managed to mess the place up yet.” I giggle and he pulls me into his body, his lips reach down and kiss mine, his lips and nose are chilly from the frosty night air, the heat of our kiss is sure to change that though. Lip on lip, tongue wrestling tongue, our mouths cover each other, our bodies press together, and I can feel that hard throbbing cock poking into my soft stomach.

His lips roughly pull from mine and trail down the side of my neck, stopping to nibble and bite along the way. I moan and bite my lip as his nibbles turn to bites and I run my hands over his back, pulling up his shirt and running my hands up across the bare flesh. As his teeth nibble once more, I drag my nails down his spine.

He moves on, down into my cleavage. His hands grasp the sides of my breasts, squeezing, then smoothing down over my waist and out over my wide hips, to pull up the cloth of my top. He pulls it up and over my breasts, his mouth drops into the crevice of my cleavage as his hands fiddle around my back, until they find and unclasp my bra. My breasts drop a little, still confined in their constraints until his hands run back to my front and flip the material out of the way.

I feel a little moment of insecurity as my large breasts all but sag into his hands but his insistent kneading of them and the appreciative gasp that escapes from around his kisses makes me feel a little better and allows me to loose myself in the sensations once more.

“God you’re beautiful.” he groans as he lifts his lips, for a second, from my flesh before plunging his mouth down over the nipple he is cupping lovingly in his hands. I mewl with pleasure, throwing my head back in pure sexual delight. A nip to my nipple makes me gasp and grasp his hair firmly in my hands, but also sends a jolt of heat down to my pussy. As if he knows, he follows the heat and drops down to his knees and skims my skirt down my legs.

He sits there staring up at me for a moment and I look down into those vibrant-green eyes and I blush. I move my hands in front of myself instinctually and he gently grasps them and lays them at my sides.

“You are a goddess.” he gasps, his eyes roaming over my whole body and although I feel vulnerable and self conscious I feel hot, my flesh tingling as his gaze passes over it. His lips move in and trail up my inner thigh, his hands go to my hips and grasp the thin straps of my tiny thong knickers. Slowly he tugs them down, his face now a matter of centimetres away from my naked pussy, my thong lying between my feet.

I hear him draw in a long breath and then let out a little sigh. I have never been so closely scrutinized before, I feel exposed and I cannot work out if I’m scared to death or more aroused and alive than I’ve ever been before.

Long thick fingers stroke through the thin smattering of pubic hair I have and one slips down into my slit, slipping over my clit which sings its thanks, resonating through my whole body. Those fingers spread, pulling my folds open, and after a moment of feeling the cool air on my exposed clit, I feel the arousing warmth of his lips kissing and then sucking upon it.

Hands move and suddenly they’re shoving me sharply backwards. I over balance and fall back, luckily, onto the fire engine-red sofa behind me. I giggle as I land and notice the cheeky smile on his face. He crawls a step forward and spreads my thighs open. With a cheeky wink he nuzzles his head between my legs and continues his impassioned licking.

His hands rest commandingly on my thighs, keeping them wide-spread as his head delves between them. His lips slip and slide over my wet flesh and I gasp then pant and groan as the sensations whiz from synapse to synapse. He laps, licks and lingers upon my clit, swirling his gently rough tongue around it, making me close my eyes as the pleasure pounds through my pussy.

Steve never liked oral sex, correction, he liked receiving it, but I cannot remember the last time he went down on me and he never, ever licked me like this. I feel exposed, the cold air caressing my skin, tensing it across my breast, my nipples crinkled and aching with the cold and the excitement.

I don’t know this mans name, yet he is so very, very close to bringing me to orgasm. His tongue is flicking over my flesh at just the right speed and pace to tumble that first domino of pleasure. I can feel it triggering one, then the next and the next till there; they’ve all fallen and triggered off fireworks that fizzle, bang and spark throughout my whole body.

I have no time to recover, as he pulls himself up my body, his lips graze over my stomach, once, twice and again as he rises up to his knees, as he stands, I pull him down onto me, and feel the roughness of his clothed body pressed hard against my soft nakedness. His lips seek out mine as he writhes on top of me, edging my body round till I am lying along the soft, caressing material of the sofa.

His lips are everywhere, covering my flesh with marks of heat and lust. My thighs are spread wide around him, and as his hands fiddle at crotch level, pulling open his belt and his fly, the knuckles stroke across my wet, sensitised flesh, readying me for more. I need more than his fingers, more than his tongue to satisfy me now. I lift my head up to stare down over the hillock of my stomach and am rewarded for my un-comfort by the sight of a gorgeously engorged prick.

He said, “No, of course not.”

I asked, “Then why did you move closer to me? Are you trying to get a better view?”

He said, “No, I promise.”

I said, “Well that’s good because as you can see, I’m barely holding onto this towel and I know I’m hanging out all over the place.”

He said, “Yes you are.”

I said, “What!”

He said, “Um…nothing, forget it.”

Eventually, I stood up, but I noticed that the deliveryman was looking right past me. Then I remembered that there was a big mirror on the wall behind me and he was checking out the reflection of my nude butt! I felt somewhat embarrassed inside, but I acted as if I didn’t know he could see my bare backside.

He was practically in a trance, so I asked, “Do I have to sign something?”

He quickly came back to earth and replied, “Uh, yes…yes. Here, sign at the bottom.”

With my elbows pressed tightly against my sides to hold the towel up, I lifted my hands said, “Wait, I need to fix my towel,” but he quickly passed me a pen in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

I said, “That wasn’t nice. Now how am I going to fix my towel?”

The man said, “Don’t worry about the towel. Just sign the paper.”

I said, “But I don’t know if I can sign the form and hold onto the towel at the same time.”

He snickered and said, “Well there’s only one way to find out…sign the paper.”

The deliveryman knew that I was going to have difficulty signing the paper and holding up my towel at the same time. As I took a shot at signing the document, I could feel the towel begin to slip down in front of me. The man’s eyes were like saucers as he stared intensely at my barely covered breasts.

I stopped before finishing the first letter of my name and said, “I wish you would have let me fix the towel before I grabbed the clipboard. Now I can barely hold the towel up.”

I paused to see if the man would take the clipboard so that I could secure the towel, but he just continued to stand there. The deliveryman had an eager grin on his face as my nipples were practically in full view. It was obvious that the man desperately wanted my towel to fall off.

I didn’t have a free hand to pull the towel up and the man watched with pleasure as the towel barely hung onto my breasts. It was a humiliating situation for me now, but it was going to be fun to watch later because the camera was capturing the whole event. Even though I was blushing from embarrassment, I decided to push onward with my teasing.

I asked the man, “Excuse me sir. Can’t you see that my towel is falling down?”

He said, “Yes, it does appear to be falling off.”

I asked, “Then won’t you please take the clipboard so that I can fix the towel?”

He asked, “Did you sign it?”

I replied, “No, but if you don’t take the clipboard, then I won’t be able to fix my towel and it will fall off.”

He said, “But if you don’t sign the paper, I won’t take the clipboard.”

I said, “Oh come on. You know that if I try to sign the form, my towels going to fall off.”

He chuckled and said, “Well then, I suggest that you sign it real fast.”

I sternly said, “You want my towel to fall off, don’t you!”

He grinned, but didn’t answer so I demanded, “You want to see me naked, don’t you!”

Again he didn’t answer, so I said, “I’ll take that as a yes. Well I guess it’s all up to me now so I’ll just do the best that I can.”

I could have turned sideways and set the clipboard down or I could have just dropped it and fixed my towel, but I was having fun teasing the poor man. I was also curious to find out how far this man would go before helping me with my towel. I made an attempt to sign the form, but the movement caused my towel to slip down even further.

I shrieked, “Oh no! Now look what happened. My nipples are showing! Don’t you understand? I’m naked under this towel. If you don’t take the clipboard, the towel is going to fall off. Can’t you please help a little girl in distress?”

He said, “Look young lady, I’m on a tight schedule. Just sign it.”

I still get a little mortified when I’m naked in front of a stranger, but the obvious bulge in his pants made it all worthwhile. The towel had slipped down so far that I was barely able to hold it on with my elbows. It drooped down far enough in front to expose my belly button to the man.

I begged, “Please mister. I’m standing here topless in front of you. Won’t you help me?”

He said, “Let this be a lesson for the next time you answer the door.”

I said, “You’re a bad man” as I made one last attempt to sign my name.

Finally, I lifted the clipboard and the towel fell to the floor.

I blushed and said, “Now look what happened! The towel fell off and it’s all your fault. Just look at me. I’m completely naked. I hope you’re happy!”

I was now totally nude in front of a strange man that I’d never met before. He probably expected me to scramble for my towel, but I just stood there without a stitch of clothing on and flaunted my young naked body in front of him.

He asked, “Aren’t you going to pick up your towel?”

I looked down and said, “I’d like to, but I can’t because you said that you’re on a tight schedule…unless you think that you have enough time for me to put the towel around me.”

He said, “Oh I’m sorry, but the shipping business is really hectic around the holidays. I think it would be better if you just sign the form and leave the towel on the floor.”

I said, “Yep, that’s what I thought you’d say. Well then, I guess I’ll just stand here bare assed naked while I sign the paper.”

I paused, and then I said, “I guess it would be asking too much for you to turn around while I sign the paper.”

He replied, “Oh I can’t do that. You might steal my pen.”

I said, “Of course. That explains why you have to watch me so closely.”

He said, “Um yes, that’s the reason.”

The man was all smiles as he ogled at all of my exposed flesh. Then the man appeared stunned that I actually took my time signing the document. Of course he seized the opportunity to stare at my bare breasts and hairy triangle. There was nothing I could do to block his view, so I just stood there and let him gawk at me.

I paused again and said, “I realize you’re in a hurry, but it takes me a long time to sign my name.”

He said, “You just take all the time you need.”

As I signed my name, I actually spread my legs apart a little further to give him a better view of my young tight pussy. Then I decided to do some more teasing. I accidentally let the pen drop and it rolled right behind me.

I said, “Oops, I dropped the pen. I guess I’ll have to bend over and pick it up.”

I slowly turned around and without bending my knees, I leaned forward and reached for the pen. In my bent over position, my bare ass was right in front of the man and he thoroughly inspected every inch of my smooth firm butt.

Still bent over, I looked over my shoulder and said, “I got the pen.”

The deliveryman didn’t respond. He just continued gazing at my bare butt, so I slowly stood up and turned around.

With the pen in hand I said, “I’ll finish signing the form now” as the man continued to survey every inch of me as I stood there totally nude.

Was there something wrong with this man? What would stop him from questioning why it was taking forever for a girl that is practically a college graduate to sign her name? I came to the conclusion that when a man is confronted by a naked girl, he loses his ability to rationalize the situation. Finally, I finished signing the document and handed the clipboard back to him.

I leaned against the open door and with my nude form on display I asked, “Is that all you need?”

He answered, “Yes…thank you. Happy holidays.”

Then he just kept standing on the doorstep and staring at me, so I waved goodbye and closed the door. I think he would have stood there all afternoon if I had let him.

I stopped the camera and loaded everything into my laptop. Then I got dressed while I watched my movies. As I put on a pair of pale blue panties, I was impressed to see that the camera was perfectly positioned to capture everything I did in the bathtub. I put on a blue and white striped knit mini dress as I watched the delivery video. The camera angle didn’t record much frontal nudity, but my bare ass was on the screen the whole time. I also caught all of the sleazy expressions on the deliveryman’s face. In the mirror, I noticed that my nipples were poking out against the front of the knit dress, but I didn’t feel like going through the trouble of putting a bra on, so I just decided to let my nipples show. I put on my white tennis shoes and I was ready to head next door with the fruitcake.

When I put the camera in my purse, I was surprised to discover that the camera fit perfectly in the billfold compartment. I was even more amazed to find out that when the buckle on the purse was left open, there was a hole perfectly set up for the camera lens. I had the ideal spy cam setup! I decided to try out my camera on the neighbor, so I turned the camera on, picked up the fruitcake and headed next door.

My next-door neighbor, Shelly, is in her early thirties. She has a pretty face, dark hair and big boobs. Shelly is around five-foot-six and she is just slightly overweight, but her curves are all in the right places. She has a bubbly personality and I always have fun when she’s around. I think my dad likes having her around, too, because Shelly always wears a very skimpy bikini when she comes over to swim in our pool.

When Shelly answered the door, I couldn’t believe what I was capturing on my camera. She was only wearing a towel and it was about as small as the towel I had worn earlier. Shelly was holding up two dresses, so she didn’t have a free hand to secure her towel. It looked like she was ready to put on a performance like I did for the deliveryman.

Shelly excitedly said, “Hi Mindy, its great to see you! I haven’t seen you for months.”

She motioned for me to come in and follow her up the steps.

Shelly said, “My husband is coming home soon to take me to his office Christmas party. Come on up and help me decide what to wear.”

As I followed her up the steps, I could see her bare butt cheeks peeking out from beneath her towel and I was recording it on my camera.

I said, “By the way, here’s a fruitcake. He delivered it to our house because you wouldn’t answer the door.”

Shelly said, “Well, all I had on was a towel. I mean, who would answer the door in just a towel?”

I acted as if it was a rhetorical question because I wasn’t about to tell her what I did.

Shelly chuckled and continued, “Just imagine how the delivery man would react if my towel fell off and I was standing there stark naked right in front of him!”

I forced a little laugh and said, “Yes, that would be humiliating wouldn’t it.”

I didn’t dare tell Shelly that it actually happened to me. I’d never hear the end of it. I followed her into her bedroom and positioned my purse on her dresser so that I could record Shelly as she changed into her dresses.

She held up a black dress and I said, “That looks elegant, but the red dress looks more revealing. I think you’d have more fun in the red dress.”

Shelly said, “Let me try it on.”

Shelly dropped her towel and boldly stood in front of the camera without a stitch of clothing on. Her breasts were beautiful. They were big, round and firm with the sweetest pink nipples. She also had a pretty pussy. Her soft black furry patch was nicely trimmed and she was unknowingly exhibiting it right in front of my camera.

I asked, “Are you going to wear a bra?”

Shelly replied, “I can’t with this dress. See how low the back is? I’ll just have to keep myself warm so that I’m not poking out in front all night.”

Then I asked, “What about panties?”

Shelly said, “Funny you should ask. I’ve never left the house without panties before, but Stan has all those young girls working with him down at the office, so I thought I’d try to dress sexy tonight. That way I can compete with those little sluts.”

The way that Shelly’s goodies were showing through the thin material of the dress, I’m sure that she wouldn’t be competing with anyone.”

Shelly asked, “Am I hanging out anywhere?”

I replied, “No, but move around and let me make sure.”

Shelly bent over, touched her toes and asked, “Can you see anything now?”

I replied, “The bottoms of your butt cheeks are hanging out.”

She giggled and said, “Well then I won’t bend over touch my toes because I refuse to wear panties tonight!”

I laughed and said, “You go girl!”

Then Shelly asked, “Would you mind trying it on for me, just so I can be sure that I’m not making a mistake?”

I asked, “Me?”

She replied, “Sure. While you’re trying it on, I’ll open a bottle of wine.”

Shelly stripped off the dress and handed it to me, and then she headed to the kitchen totally nude. I pulled my dress off and slipped into her gown. It was way too big for me, but I managed to keep it from falling off. Shelly returned with the wine and then she gave me the once over.

Shelly said, “I knew it wouldn’t fit you, but just wondered how easy it’s going to be for people to see through the dress.”

I asked, “Well?”

She said, “Its hard to tell because you’re wearing panties. Why don’t you take them off so I can get a better look?”

I asked, “Take of my panties?”

Shelly chuckled and said, “Yes, your panties. I want to know if my pussy hair is going to show through the front of the dress. Come on, be a doll and take your panties off.”

I said, “Well, okay.”

Reluctantly, I reached under the dress and pulled down my panties. Then I tossed my panties on top of my dress, which was lying on the edge of the bed.

She looked at me and said, “Your casting a little shadow in front, but I think its just enough for people to notice me without thinking that I’m a slut.”

I didn’t bother to point out that her pussy hair was much darker than mine. She’d just have to wait until later to find out how popular she was going to be at this party.

As I slipped off the dress, Shelly asked, “Do you have to leave right away or can you hang around and talk for a while?”

I replied, “I guess I can stick around and help you finish off this bottle of wine.”

She said, “Great” and then she grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom.

I said, “Wait, I don’t have any clothes on.”

Shelly said, “Neither do I so don’t worry about it. I hope you don’t mind if I take a bath and get ready while we talk.”

I said, “Not at all, but let me get my glass of wine.”

I grabbed my wine glass and my purse, and then I returned to the bathroom. I set my purse down on the vanity and positioned it to get the best possible angle of Shelly as she soaked in the tub. Shelly began to wash her hair. She stood up, bent forward and pointed her bare ass at the camera while she got her hair wet. Then she began washing her hair and bouncing her boobs around just I had done earlier. I giggled under my breath because Shelly was taking her bath as if she was following my instructional video.

After rinsing her hair, Shelly sat down in the tub and we talked for a while as we sipped on the wine. The camera was capturing her big breasts, tender nipples and the dark landing strip of hair between her legs the whole time. We discussed various incidences that happened to me during the school year, and after downing the entire bottle of wine, we began to reveal secrets about ourselves that normally would never come up.

Shelly was very interested to hear about my relationships with other girls. She disclosed that her husband always hints that he wants to see Shelly with another girl. Shelly also admitted that she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity if the right girl came around. Then she smiled at me and I wondered if she was trying to drop a hint that I was the right girl.

As we continued talking, Shelly soaped up her bare body in tantalizing ways. She slowly massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples, before moving down and lathering up her pussy for the camera. Then she moved one finger up and down her delicate butt crack in the same way that I like having it done to me. I don’t know if it was the wine or her body, but I was beginning to get turned on.

Shelly finally rinsed off, brushed her hair and finished primping in front of the mirror, and then we headed back into the bedroom. I set my purse on the dresser right across from the bed where Shelly was sitting. She invited me to sit down next to her and then she placed my hand on her breast. Shelly waited for my reaction and I responded by smiling at her and caressing one of her massive globes. She softly moved my head down so that it was situated over her other breast and I began kissing and licking her tender nipple. Shelly blurted out that her eleven-year marriage to Stan was losing its flair and she needed something to jumpstart her relationship.

I said, “Maybe this will help,” and I slid down between her legs, dragging my bare breasts against her soft skin along the way.

Shelly began to moan as if it was the first time she’d ever make love and it was quite a turn on. I was trying to give her my best effort as I moved my tongue up and down her moist slit until I located her little clitty. Then I proceeded to wiggle my tongue around on her love button until she was worked up into a frenzy.

As my tongue performed its magic on her sweet snatch, I started using my fingers to tickle Shelly’s inner thighs. It made her thrash around a bit, but the tormenting didn’t last long because my finger soon found its way into Shelly’s wet waiting pussy. Shelly seemed overjoyed with the feeling as she began moaning loudly and scratching my back with her long red fingernails.

As I continued licking her love button, I began working my finger in and out of her beautiful beaver. She was really getting wet and I could tell that her body was beginning to tense up. I reached underneath Shelly and started touching her smooth round butt. She seemed to like it because she rose up to give me better access, so I started gently tickling her butt crack as I continued pleasuring her pussy.

Shelly squirmed and twisted around as if having the crack of her ass tickled was more that she could take, but she would stop me if I tried to pull away from her vulnerable backside. Soon Shelly was thrusting her hips back and forth while I continued to move my finger around inside of her. I knew she was close to an orgasm, so I just stayed in rhythm with the motion of her body as her breathing became erratic.

Finally, she let out a whimper and bucked her hips until she couldn’t take it anymore, and then she collapsed and laid motionless on the bed. For a while, she wouldn’t let me remove my finger from her now soaked pussy, although she would flinch as if she was in pain if I moved my finger inside of her. Moments later, I freed my hands from her pussy and her butt, and then I climbed up and laid in her arms.

We were relaxing in our gentle embrace when suddenly I heard Shelly say, “Hello dear, I didn’t hear you come in.”

I looked over and there stood her husband, Stan, in the bedroom doorway. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die as the bald headed account eyed my bare body.

She asked, “How long have you been standing there?”

He said, “Long enough to know that I should come home from work early more often!”

I was so embarrassed as I stood up and then Shelly said, “Look who came to visit” as if he didn’t know that I was there.

Stan looked at me and said, “Hello Mindy, its nice to see you.”

I just kind of nodded and waved as my face turned bright red. Shelly sat down and started putting on her thigh highs while sitting on my clothes.

I tried to reach for my panties and Shelly said, “Oh, am I sitting on your clothes? Well, I’ll be done in a second.”

I said, “Um, excuse me. I’m naked over here!”