Liza Makes Promises

I was sitting on my kitchen counter without a stitch of clothing. My legs were spread and dangling over the edge; my hands clutched that same edge at my hips. I wouldn’t move. I could have moved, but I wouldn’t. I was fulfilling a bizarre promise to stay in that position until my husband got home. Left alone like that, another person would have moved, not felt bound by promises, but I’m not like that. I am famous for paying my debts, keeping my promises. No one would have known had I moved but me, but that was enough to keep me in place.

It was Sam and Jake who made me promise to stay like that. I was working off a debt, you see. It all started when I saw Sam naked and Jake caught me looking at him. They decided, and my husband agreed, that I owed them a showing. Marc, my husband, stood me in front of those two eighteen-year-old boys and took off my dress. I was mortified, of course, but to my surprise the humiliation mixed with an inexplicable excitement, and I ended up having dinner with them and even spent time with them afterward: I in the nude, they fully clothed.

That was last night. Today they were back, and I wound up, through a long series of events, with more debt to pay. It was a traumatic day, with many more people seeing me naked than I bargained for: Ally, the apartment leasing agent, Steve, my husband’s friend, and Sarah and Mike, our future next-door neighbors. Well, sitting spread-eagle was the last of the debt, finally. Sam and Jake had to leave, but they made me promise to do this “counter time” until Marc came home.

When they left I didn’t hear the front door close, and I was thinking about that. While the kitchen where I sat was just around the corner from the entry and I couldn’t be seen, I still worried that someone might find the open door and come in. I was tempted to leave my perch to check on the door, lock it, but I couldn’t get over my promise not to move. I knew one thing for sure, though. I knew that as soon as I heard Marc at the door, I was going to scramble to the bedroom as quickly as I could, before he could see me. After all, my promise extended only to his arrival home. That was the deal. I did not want to explain this to him, even though he would be delighted. A girl is entitled to some secrets.

I sat and thought about my day, reviewing in my mind how my landlord had spanked me, how I had been taught a daring new way to pee by Ally, whose soiled panties I then wore to lunch, how I’d been exposed to Steve in a bar, and how the new neighbors walked in on me while I was being naked for Sam and Jake. At some things I smiled, at others I cringed. I was blushing at the thought of Steve when Ally came around the corner from the entry.

“Oh, my god! Are you still sitting there, like that?” she said as she rounded the bend to catch me on the counter for the second time. “Where are the boys?” she asked, remembering that I was doing it for them. “On the balcony?”

“No, they’ve gone,” I replied.

“Then why are you still sitting there?”

“I promised them I would.”

“You idiot! And you’re actually doing it? Idiot!”

“Please, Ally. You’ve got to understand…”

“Oh, all right. I understand. Idiot. Well, how long are you going to sit like this?”

“Until Marc comes home. I promised.”

She pulled up a stool to sit right in front of me, between my legs. She settled on the stool with her short skirt hanging in back with only her panties between her and the stool. Her hand, as usual, went to her crotch under her hem. Her fascination with her panties was child-like, endearing.

“I came by to thank you for your help, today. The Smiths were going to turn down the apartment until they met you.”

“I figured as much. Mike was quite ’smitten by me.’ Sarah told me.”

“Do you think having them next door will be a problem?”

“Yes, but I’ll muddle through.”

“Good, I’m glad you feel that way. You did me a huge favor. We’ve had trouble leasing that apartment. Everybody who can afford to live here wants a corner apartment.”

“I can imagine.”

“I want to do something nice for you, now. What can I do for you?”

“Well, you could bring me a coke. Put a straw in it and hold it for me. I can’t move my hands.”

Ally hopped off the stool and was back in a jiffy. She held the coke in front of me and I drank.

“Um, thanks. That’s good,” I said.

“Don’t you think you’re carrying this a little far? I mean, really, not even moving your hands?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I promised I would stay in this position and not move. I keep my promises, you know that.”

I took another swig from the straw.

“If you drink a lot, I’ve have to take you to the bathroom,” Ally said with a twinkle in her eye.

“The boys took me,” I smiled coquettishly.

“You devil!”

“Yep. It was kind of nice. I held it a really long time; you’ll be pleased to know. You would have been proud of me.”

“Oh, you’re so lucky! I never have anybody around to take me when I need to go.”

“Perhaps you can train Mike or Sarah,” I teased.

“Sarah is pretty, don’t you think?”

“You like her?”

“Sure, what’s not to like? If she were in your position right now, I’d know what to do, that’s for sure.”

“You devil!” I laughed.

“I’d put my mouth real close to her pussy, you know…”

Ally leaned forward and blew gently on my exposed labia. Her tongue extended to touch my clit. I reveled in her touch. She circled my clit with her tongue several times, then plunged it inside me. I pushed against her…

“Liza! It’s us… We’re back, again.”

Mike and Sarah came around the corner to catch Ally in mid lap.

“Oh, my god!” Sarah exclaimed.

Ally extracted herself from between my legs and jumped back as if she had just licked a light socket. In her rush backward, she slammed into the stool and sent it tumbling across the floor. She scrambled after it.

“Hi,” is all I could manage to squeak.

“We’re sorry we intruded,” Sarah stammered. “The door was wide open, and…”

“No problem,” I said regaining my composure. “It’s not like this hasn’t happened before…”

“You’ve got to start closing your door,” she laughed.

“Yeah, I’ve had that same thought.”

“Pull up a stool and sit down,” Ally told them as she picked up her stool.

“Thanks, but we can’t stay. We just wanted to bring you these flowers.” Mike held forth a beautiful bouquet of roses and carnations. “To say ‘thanks’ for being so nice and helping us decide to move in.”

I couldn’t move to accept them, but Ally jumped to my aid and took them from him. She laid them on the counter next to me.

“Are you two…in a relationship?” Sarah asked Ally.

Ally’s hand was already back at her crotch, and she stroked it pensively before answering.

“We’ve become friends,” is all she said.

The Smiths looked at us, staring closely and intently at me. I felt my nakedness, again. I was beginning to realize that being nude in front of others was going to have periods of comfort, but would mostly cause either arousal or panic. I never seemed able to control my reaction to having fully-clothed people stare at my naked body.

Sarah came right up to me and put her hand on my bare shoulder. It was warm, but I shivered nevertheless.

“Is this the way you expect all your friends to treat you?” She broke into a broad grin.

“Hi, Liza! We’re home!” Marc called as he and Steve came through the door.

No one had a chance to react before he appeared around the corner heavily laden with sacks and bags. They were piled in his arms so high that he had trouble seeing where he was going, and Steve stumbled in the same way. I immediately jumped from my perch to grab a garment bag from him. He thought I was helping, and I was, but mostly I was glad to have something to hold in front of me, covering my nakedness. I don’t think he even had a chance to realize that I had been sitting there nude in front of our guests, who also pitched in to help.

I stepped into the living room away from the commotion, keeping my bare buttocks away from the crowd. I clutched the bag close to me. When the time was right I introduced Marc and Steve to our new neighbors, not abandoning my safe distance. I stayed out of the way but available as they concerned themselves with introductory chitchat and putting away perishables. Ally introduced herself to Steve and accused Marc of keeping an eligible bachelor from her, then made her excuses, making her way toward the door, with a slight detour.

“Liza,” she whispered to me. “I have to make my daily report to Ms Thomas, now.”

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the bedroom, not caring in the least whether the others might consider it rude. I closed the door.

“What are you going to say to her?” I demanded.

“Please don’t be angry…”

“Don’t give me cause. What will you tell her?”

“You know I can’t lie to her anymore than you could break one of your promises. She’ll ask me if you’ve been wearing panties. That’s one of the reasons I had to come this afternoon, to find out if you’ve had on your panties. She’s obsessed with your panties, you know.”

“Everybody is. She wants ‘em on; Marc wants ‘em off. I can’t win! What are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t know. She’ll ask me questions.”

“Are you going to tell her I’ve been naked all afternoon? If you do, she’ll spank me with a hairbrush! You know she will!”

“Yes, I know. By the way, if you’re done with my panties, can I have them back? They’re one of my favorite pairs.”

I was about to lose my temper, but I managed to look her in the eye and say in an even tone: “If you want them, you’ll have to ask Steve for them. He has them.”

“What?”

“I gave them to him at lunch, if you must know.”

She just looked at me, not knowing how to respond to that.

“I’ve got to go, Liza. She’s expecting me.”

She turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. I heard her ask Steve if he would like to walk her back to the office, then the voices all blended. I was sure he went with her, the randy little devil. ‘Boy is he ever going to be surprised when she asks for her panties back,’ I chuckled to myself. I wondered if he put them on as he threatened to do.

I sat on the bed, still clutching the garment bag to my body. I didn’t think to open it. I just sat there, listening to the muffled voices from the other room. I was glad not to be the center of attention for a change, though I did feel a strange loneliness. Part of me wanted to run naked back into the kitchen to mix with the fully-clothed group, to feel my pussy moisten as I felt their eyes on me, but another part of me wanted to crawl under the bed and hide forever.

Soon I heard the front door close. Everything was quiet. I strained to hear something that might give me a clue what had happened. The bedroom door opened. It was Marc.

I threw the garment bag aside and rushed to him. He spread his arms and I buried myself in his chest. He held me. I could feel the strength of his arms, but they cradled me as if I were a delicate flower: gentleness and power enveloped me. I pressed myself into him with all my might. I wanted to crawl into his skin, be one with him. He stroked my temple and arranged my hair while still holding me closely with one arm. He kissed me on top of my head, then turned his own head to rest his cheek there. He stroked my back, sending shivers up and down me.

When he felt my body relax, he effortlessly picked me up and carried me to the bed. He lay down still holding me, still stroking me. We lay together, holding one another. Not a word was said. We cuddled. I buried my head in his chest. Time passed but I didn’t notice. I was at peace. I discovered then that complete bliss leads to slumber, for that’s exactly what happened next: I fell asleep.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked when consciousness returned. He still cradled me, so I spoke into his chest. I felt my drool on his shirt.

“Oh, about a half hour, I guess.”

“You held me the whole time?” I asked.

“Of course. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. Nothing I’d rather do.”

I hugged him with all my might. This was the Marc I remembered from our honeymoon.

“If you’re waking up, perhaps you’d like to open a present, huh?”

“One of the packages Jake brought?” I sat up enthusiastically.

“Yeah.”

“Come on!”

I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the living room, bubbling like a child at Christmas. I directed him to the chair and settled on the floor between him and the packages.

“Which one first?” I giggled with anticipation.

“The little one,” he responded.

Jake had already told me what was in it, but knowing and having are worlds apart. I picked it up and jumped onto Marc’s lap to open it. I felt like I was sitting on Santa’s lap, except Santa’s hand never had the electricity that Marc’s exuded on my bare hip. I loved the way his touch felt on my skin. I was glad I was naked. At that moment I wanted nothing more from life than to be naked for him.

I took off the ribbon first and put it aside. I lifted the scotch tape from the pretty paper carefully, trying not to tear it. Once the paper was gone, I lifted the top of the box and peered inside. The bikini bottom was folded on top, so I took it out, unfolding it in the process. It looked just like the bikini bottom that Raquel Welch wore when she was discovered on that island by James Bond. White material fell from a wide belt to form the crotch and back. The material was like none I’d ever felt. All I can say of it is that it was neither silk, nor cotton, nor latex, but indeed all three.

“I’ve never worn a bikini,” I said in my best, sexy voice.

“Don’t I know,” Mack laughed. “Put it on.”

I stood beside his chair. First I held it against me, just out of habit, then I undid the belt and drew it from the front loop. When I put the belt around my waist, the entire suit dangled behind me. I had to hold the belt in place, reach between my legs to grab the suit and draw it up between my legs and insert the belt in the loop. I wiggled my ass seductively at Marc as I did. Once the belt was fastened and adjusted on my hips comfortably, the white material hugged me, caressed my every curve. The back, while not full, was certainly contrary to the thong trend of late. The loop at the belt was about five inches wide and the material narrowed gradually as it descended from it. By the time it began its ascent in front, there was little material to spare as it stretched tightly over my labia. Once past my pubic bone, the material widened hardly at all as it reached the front loop, about two and a half inches across. I reached to smooth the material in back, but there was no need. It was smooth to the point of adhering to my skin. I could feel how it clung to my buttocks, outlining my crack shamelessly. I brought my hand to the front and felt the same outline: I sported the most prominent camel toe I’d ever experienced. I looked down at myself in disbelief.

“It’s beautiful, Liza. It looks better on you than I dared hope. How does it feel?”

“Like a glove,” I smiled. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I love it! Try on the top.”

I drew the top from the box. It was cut like a normal string bikini, with cups large enough to please all but the most conservative crowd. I slipped it over my head and Marc stood to tie it in back for me. He turned me around to have a look. Because the material at the bottom of each cup was looped on the string, he was able to gather it to form a narrow strip that covered just my nipples. He stood back and had a look.

“No, I guess that is a bit too daring,” he chuckled. “Unbunch the material a bit.”

I did and he nodded approval. I did a twirl to illicit his appraisal from all sides. He whistled and grinned broadly.

“I’ll throw on my suit and we’ll try it out, okay?”

He ran off to the bedroom to change. I stood there and stroked my camel toe a few times, wondering how on earth I was going to wear this in public. I liked the feel of the material against my pussy, though. It was downright delicious when my finger played against it. ‘Ally would die for this,’ I thought. I couldn’t help but bend over to get a good look. Not only were the mounds of my labia accentuated and my slit defined, my clitoris strained against the material like a tiny nipple.

“Let’s go,” he announced as he took my hand. “You’re going to be the envy of every woman there!”

“At least the dream of every man,” I joked.

“As always,” he replied.

We walked hand in hand to the pool, swaying our arms gently. All I could think about was my camel toe, my apprehension growing as we approached. Marc brought a single towel, which he carried over his shoulder. I longed to be able to hold it, seek some cover from it, but I knew full well why he brought only one and why he carried it. I was beginning to learn the rules of this new game and found myself playing without any coaching. I sensed that I was supposed to love my new bikini, so I did. I sensed that I was supposed to model it shamelessly, so I did. I just wished that the painful knot in my stomach I got from the game would go away. As the pool came into view, the blush in my cheeks grew bright.

Fortunately for me, the pool was not crowded. It was still a little before five o’clock, so most people wouldn’t be arriving home for a while yet. Only a couple of young men were sitting on lounge chairs near two girls about the same age who were just finishing their swim. The guys were obviously trying to score, and the women, though playing hard to get, were subtly encouraging their advances. I felt relief at the thought that they would be so engrossed with each other that no one would pay any mind to Marc and me, especially if we took the lounge chairs at this end of the pool. That was the logical thing to do.

Marc marched us right up to the lounge chairs next to the boys, and signaled me to use the one next to the closest young man. Not only were we invading their space, we were obviously going to cramp their style. That wasn’t what worried me, though. My plan to be invisible was shot to hell.

My luck held. Despite our rude presence, the four were indeed so engrossed with each other that Marc was unable to find an opening to introduce us. I took secret pleasure in his frustration.

“Ready to take a dip?” he turned to me.

“I’d like to get a little sun, first. You go ahead.”

So he did. I rolled quickly onto my stomach, feeling that I had been given a reprieve by the governor. I can’t explain why, but for some reason, without thinking, I reached behind me and untied my top as I’d seen many women in bikinis do. The string fell from my back for that perfect tan, and the sides of the cups fell flat on the lounge. It hadn’t occurred to me that the sides of my breasts, though flattened against the lounge, would be so bared. I cursed myself, but didn’t want to struggle with the string. I decided I would just have to endure until Marc got back. I was pretty confident that no one was watching me. I turned my head away from the foursome. If I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me, right?

The sun felt good on my back. God, I love California! What a life, just lying around beside a pool in perfect weather. I was so happy. I crowded out all thoughts of the unpleasant episodes of the day, like that spanking from Ms Thomas this morning or the one that was sure to come, and just focused on the good times, like falling asleep in Marc’s arms. ‘God, I’m lucky to be married to him,’ I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm feeling that engulfed me.

“Hey, you falling asleep, again, Liza?”

“No, just enjoying the sun.”

“Well, open your eyes and look at what I found in the pool.”

Marc held a long, rubber snake.

“Hey, Girls! Did you lose this in the pool?” he shouted to them and held it high.

I don’t think it was on purpose, but the fact remains that he dropped that cold, slimy thing on my back. Well, you know what I did next: I screeched, jerked and sat up, my top flying every which way. The young man next to me turned to see what was happening and nearly got an eye full of breasts both figuratively and literally as I twisted. I came to rest facing the stranger with my hands cupped over my breasts. The two girls ran like they were being threatened with a gun, and the other young man, apparently unwilling to give up trying to seduce them, lit out after them.

Life, Fenella reflected, had grown more interesting in the very short time since she had taken her decision, and there were many avenues to explore.

‘Checkmate’ I thought, “I want to send you fine lingerie, at random times- surprises- and watch you from here as you put it on in the morning and go to work. Later we meet, act as if we do not know each other, one of us seduces the other and eventually you bring me back to your place,” I told her.

“That is quite tame,” she stated sounding disappointed.

I corrected her, “…but that is not all. I videotape us from my window as we make love. This happens 10 maybe 15 times. Then, we lock ourselves in an apartment for a weekend and watch each tape. For me the excitement would be in choosing each specific garment, knowing that you wore it all day for my pleasure, knowing all day that I am going to take remove it later, and the ‘unknown’ circumstances, circumstances which are within your sole control, under which it will happen and knowing we will watch ourselves afterward.”

“Hm-mm, the seduction aspect just made it alot better. I am good at that, you should be warned… So now I owe you,” she replied.

She ran her tongue from the base of my cock up to the tip, intentionally flicking the now swollen head, “…I think my other fantasy is happening as we speak…. but I cannot tell you what it is or how it ends, you will just need to let me lead you through it, to know it….”

She stood up before me. “Lean forward,” she instructed. As I did, she took the back of my head in the palm of her hand and guided my face to her silk panty, “Smell it, run your tongue against it…. ”

I inhaled the sweet smell of her sex. I ran my face across the silk, the smooth luxurious fabric reminded me of the fine moment I was living. I gently kissed it and pressed my lips against it not knowing if I would ever get closer to her than this. I did not want the moment to end. She pushed me back and slipped her thumbs in the sides of the panty and drew down the garment, tantalizingly stepping out of it one foot after the other. She dangled it right before my face and dropped it in my lap, “A gift from me to you,” she said.

I stared directly her patch of wild pubic hair. She raised her left leg and planted her high heel into the arm of my chair. “Go ahead,” she encouraged. I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose into her tufts, inhaling her aromatic smell, stimulating my senses. I lifted my chin and teasingly played with her hair and outer lips. I drew my face back, placed my hands on her hips, kissed the skin around her patch worshiping her… I brought forward my face, stretched forth my tongue, first felt her public hairs as I moved closer and then parted her lips; her warmth quaffed out and I tasted my first taste of her preciousness. My body coursed with intense excitement.

I drew back my face and gazed up for her approval. She reached down and spread her lips revealing her engorged pink bud. She placed her hand behind my head, gently pushed me towards her, approving of my actions and suggesting I continue. I was in a state of hypnotic orgasmic daze. This woman had a way with me and I was falling under her spell. I leaned forward, gently suckled her sex and inserted two fingers between her now engorged lips. Slowly her juices began flowing onto my lips and chin as she ground herself into my face.

“Sit back, put your hands on the arms of the chair and do not move them,” she instructed. As I did, she followed me into the chair, her knees aside my thighs and her shins over my thighs so her feet touched behind her.

She took my sex in her hand and began teasing me- slowly rubbing my head back and forth against wild bristly hairs, sometimes parting her outer lips with my head so I could feel their thickness and the wetness forming on the edges of her tender inner lips, sometimes tapping her clit with the head of my cock, teasing herself as she spoke to me:

“Did you ever think today would be like this? How many times have you thought of having me? How many times have you touched yourself because of me? How many more times will you touch yourself because of me? My fantasy is to be your primary obsession- the one you think of first, the one who is to near but to far, viewable but untouchable… the one who is all that is erotic, sultry and sublime, the one you crave, lust and ponder, your vixen, vamp and dirty little whore…. Think of all the times you watched me. Do you like it when I masturbate for you? When I am taken from behind? Missionary position? When I am on top? A submissive? Dominant? By more than one? I want to know you obsess over me, and dream of you deep within me, taking me, taking me hard…..”

She placed her hand on the back of my stiff sex, ground hers against mine, her slick lips sliding across my shaft. She closed her eyes, reared back her head, gasped deep, exhaled slowly and held herself against me not moving.

After a moment she rose, picked up her coat and put it on. I was rock hard and unsatisfied. From her pocket she drew a piece of paper and handed it to me, “For when you need to profess your lust for me…”

I looked at her and asked, “Why are you leaving?”

“Read the note,” she said as she turned and let herself out.

I was powerless to rise and watched her turn away, her well shaped legs carrying her away from me. I wanted so much more, there was so much more that I wanted to do, to say to her…. I looked at the folded piece of paper lying in the palm of my hand. Remorsefully, I opened it. It read:

My real name is, and I am your, ‘Coquette’

555-5555

We all kept drinking, dancing and hollering for a while, then Joey told us he was going to look for a toilet, and asked us to wait where we were, standing just outside a strip-joint. As soon as he was out of sight, a blond man in his thirties came over towards me and asked me to show him my tits in exchange for beads. I was sure that I’d seen him following us for a while, and that he was just waiting for my boyfriend to leave before asking me. I must admit that I found the idea that he’d been hanging around hoping to get a look at me quite a turn-on. There were plenty of other girls around. Why had he singled me out? I thought he was quite cute, so I decided to let him down gently. I was about to explain why I couldn’t do it when I suddenly felt a pair of hands grab me from behind.

“Sure man.” It was Tony’s voice. “She hasn’t got any beads at all yet.”

Before I could stop him, he had pulled my halter top up to my neck. Then he moved one hand down and tried to lift up my bra. I closed both my hands around his fist, breathing heavily, excited and fearful at the same time. Then Stefan and Ray edged in on either side of me and pulled my arms away, allowing Tony to get a full grip on my bra and pull it up to expose my breasts completely. I tried to pull free from them but they were too strong for me. I looked down to see my erect nipples pointing out at the blond guy. He had a broad grin on his face as he devoured me with his eyes. I looked back at him, my feelings of shame evaporating gradually as my arousal increased.

After a few seconds the guys released me, and I slapped at them with my hands. I wasn’t angry really, but I didn’t want them to know how much it had excited me. The man in front of me handed me a set of beads and walked off smiling into the crowd. Within a minute or so another man who had seen what happened approached us. He asked if I wanted more beads, but the question was directed at Tony more than myself.

“Yeah,” Tony said. “The more the merrier, eh Tina?”

Again his hands went around my waist to lift up my top, and once again I tried to stop him. I looked towards Stefan and Ray, waiting for them to pull my hands away, and after a few seconds they obliged, giving Tony unhindered access to my chest. I felt his hands brush the sides of my tits as he pulled my bra up once more, exposing my naked chest to the stranger. I don’t know how long we each kept still in the same position, but I do know that I eventually stopped struggling. It was then that I heard Tony’s voice again.

“Give her two sets of beads and you can feel her up,” he said.

I tried to say something, tried to think of a way of stopping him, but my mind was a complete blank. The guy in front of me pulled off two strings of beads from around his neck and placed them in my outstretched hand. Then he placed both hands over my breasts and squeezed them gently, making a low groaning sound as he did so.

“Mmmm, your tits sure are big and sexy.”

I closed my eyes, sure that if these guys saw them open, they would be able to see how turned on I was.

“Why don’t you suck them?” asked Ray.

The man didn’t need asking twice. His hands released my breasts and immediately I felt a wet tongue licking gently around my nipple. Soon a mouth enveloped it, and then I felt him begin to suck, slowly at first, but then with more passion. I could feel my pussy getting wet as Tony’s hand reached down and squeezed my other breast. I wondered how far they would go, whether they would lift up my skirt too, whether I would put up any resistance.

While he groped me I could feel Tony’s cock pressing against my ass. It was very stiff and seemed to be very big. I instinctively pressed back against it so I could feel its hardness even closer to my pussy. Suddenly he pulled his hand away. Had I gone too far? Should I not have shown him that I was enjoying it? I opened my eyes to see Stefan pulling the guy away from my chest. My arms were free now but I made no move to cover myself up.

“Tina, pull yourself together. Joey’s coming back,” whispered Tony in my ear.

Instinctively, I readjusted my bra and halter, just as I saw him come into view. As soon as he was in front of me I told him to bend over so I could sit on his shoulders for a better view. The fact was that I didn’t want to look him in the eye. How could I after what I had just let happen? I placed my hands on Joey’s shoulders as we moved slowly down the street. I could feel his friends’ eyes upon me. They must have thought that I was such a dirty little slut. I may have tried to stop them at first, but they couldn’t help but notice the way I gave up resisting so easily. As I held onto Joey, my mound pressed against the back of his head and I could feel myself juicing up again. I tried to pull my legs back, while resting my arm on Joey’s chest.

“Hey Tina,” Joey said. “Where’d you get the beads?”

I had forgotten I was still holding onto them. He must have noticed them when I moved my hand. For a moment I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t admit what really happened, but I didn’t want to lie, especially as his friends might tell him about it later.

“The usual way,” I said nonchalantly, as I leaned over so he could hear me.

“You mean you flashed your tits as some guy?”

“Uh-huh. Well, you know. When in Rome, and all that.”

“Jesus. I thought you said…”

“Look, I’m a bit drunk okay? I just…”

“Hey, forget about it.”

“You don’t mind then?”

“I dunno. I guess it’s okay. The other girls do it, so…why not?”

As soon as he said this I knew that I could be in for some fun. Until yesterday no man had ever seen me completely naked before, but now I was getting a taste for it. I loved the way Joey’s friends’ eyes lit up when they saw my tits. I wanted to see that kind of reaction again. I wouldn’t let anyone suck them and grope them anymore, just maybe show them off a little. What was the harm in that?

Now that I was up on Joey’s shoulders, all the guys on the balconies could see me, and it wasn’t long before they began to call out to me, asking me to bare my breasts. We had stopped moving for a couple of minutes, as the crowd was so large, and directly opposite me on the balcony were a group of middle-aged men, pleading with me to pull up my top. I looked around me at Joey’s friends who were still avidly watching me. At least up here it was unlikely that I would be groped.

Before I could change my mind I quickly reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Then I looked up at the men on the balcony and lifted my top up to my neck. Their response was immediate and loud. They all cheered and threw beads down at me, some of which I caught and put around my neck, the others I let fall to the ground. As we slowly made our way through the crowd I flashed my tits again to various groups of guys on the balcony. Soon I didn’t need any encouragement and began doing it whether I was offered beads or not.

After a while Joey lowered me to the ground, as he was tired, and suggested we get some more drinks, our own beers having run out. An old man was selling bottles by the side of the road, which we bought and began drinking immediately. I kept thinking about what a buzz it gave me to show off my tits to complete strangers. We continued to walk on, and whenever I saw a man I liked the look of, I lifted up my top and flashed him. Joey didn’t seem to mind, until one guy reached out his hands to me and tried to cop a feel. He roughly pushed him away, much to my disappointment. I wanted them to touch me. I wanted to feel their hands on me while I stared at the naked lust in their eyes. Suddenly I noticed Tony looking at me. He had seen how vexed I was that Joey had stopped the man fondling my tits. He leered at me, as if to say, I know what you want. The idea that he knew what I was feeling turned me on even more.

I watched as Tony pulled Stefan away from the rest of the group and whispered in his ear. A minute later Stefan walked over to Joey and began speaking to him. I stood there wondering what was going on, avoiding Tony’s gaze as he positioned himself beside me.

“Tina,” Joey called me. “Stefan knows where we can score some dope. How far is it, Stef?”

“The guy said it was about ten minutes from here. I got the address.”

“Okay. Tina, you wanna go with us, or wait with Tony and Ray?”

I looked over at Tony, sure that this was part of some plan he had to get me alone.

“I’ll wait here,” I replied.

“Right then. We’ll meet you back here in about a half hour, right? Look after her guys, okay?”

Tony and Ray both nodded, then grinned at each other as Joey gave me a quick kiss goodbye and walked off with Stefan. Tony took me by the arm and guided me to the side of the road, next to a small alleyway, as Ray followed behind.

“Best if we stay here away from the crowd, while we wait,” he said, releasing my arm.

I was pretty sure it was a set-up and that they’d sent Joey off on a wild goose chase. I wondered what they planned to do with me, and whether I would try to stop them. I stood there nervously, not sure what to do. They could easily drag me into the small alley and take turns, one fucking me hard up against the wall, while the other one shielded us from the crowd. I felt my loins stir as I let my imagination run away with me.

“So Tina,” Ray eventually spoke to me. “Do you want to earn some more beads?”

“So you’ll give me more if I show you my tits you mean?” I asked looking at them both.

“No, why should we? There’s plenty of other guys around who’ll give you some. Hey guys, come over here,” Tony beckoned a group of young men walking by over towards us.

There were three of them and they looked expectantly at Tony.

“You want to give some beads to this fine looking lady?” he asked them, lifting up my top and exposing my tits yet again.

This time I didn’t struggle at all. I stood there brazenly defiant beneath the gaze of all these men.

“She’s got a lovely pair of tits, ain’t she?” he asked as he cupped them in his hands, squeezing them together.

One of the other men stepped forward and ran his fingers up and down between my cleavage, nodding at Tony. Suddenly his two friends stepped forward as well, their hands reaching out to touch me. Tony let go and moved from behind me, so he could watch the three of them fondle my tits. Suddenly I noticed one or two older men approach us. They were armed with video cameras, and silently filmed me allowing myself to be groped. I knew I should put a stop to it, but I had lost all control and when one of the guys began licking and nibbling my tits I just held his head closer.

It wasn’t long before some other men noticed that something was going on, and I was soon surrounded on all sides by about a dozen guys of various ages. I was being pushed back into the alleyway, all of us moving together in slow motion. The ones behind me began to feel up my ass, tentatively at first, but then more forcefully when they realised that I was hemmed in and couldn’t move. I felt my skirt being lifted up to my waist as a hand reached between my legs.

“Her panties are all wet,” a voice said. “She fucking loves it.”

Suddenly several more hands came at me from all sides, stroking my inner thighs, grabbing the cheeks of my ass. Conflicting thoughts ran through my mind. It felt so dirty, letting them all grope me like this in public. It felt so dirty, but so good. A finger was rubbing back and forth along my panty-clad mound, pressing against my clit. Then I felt another finger trying to slide in beneath my panties, trying to edge closer to my wet pussy. I tried to turn around to see who was doing it, but I couldn’t move. I moved my hands down between my legs but had them pushed away by the other men.

The fingers continued to press further, seeking access to my pussy, and it wasn’t long before I felt a finger pushed inside me. He eased it in and out, slowly at first, then with greater speed, as his thumb rubbed against my clit. My breathing became shallower as I felt myself about to come.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned involuntarily.

My words caused a sensation among the men surrounding me. I felt their hands reach for my panties. They wanted to take them off. I suddenly became very scared, fearful of what they might do next. I quickly got down on my knees, squeezing my legs tightly together to try to stop them pulling my panties down all the way. My ass was completely bare, and the man behind me now thrust his fingers deeper inside, but the others couldn’t reach me.

I looked up and saw Ray and Tony at the back of the group. They were trying to pull the men away from me. I figured that they must have realised that it had all gone too far. I was down on my knees surrounded by these men, and it wasn’t long before one of them unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. He ran his hand up and down the erect shaft as he looked down at me. Within seconds two more men had their cocks out and were masturbating in front of me.

I opened my mouth to shout at Tony to stop them, but as soon as I did so the man in front of me shoved his hard cock down my throat. I immediately gagged and tried to pull back, but the man behind me held me in place as he groped my ass and played with my pussy. For a moment I panicked, not being able to breathe, then I realised that the only way out was to make him finish as soon as possible. I closed my lips around his shaft and began to suck, my tongue licking the underside of his cock as he thrust away in my mouth.

“That’s it baby,” he said. “You love sucking cock, don’t you?”

I looked up to see him grinning at me as the two men either side of him jerked off, their erections pointing at my face. As my pussy was being fingered from behind I felt a thumb rubbing against my clit. I could see Ray and Tony edging closer towards me, making their way through the group. As soon as they reached the three men in front of me I expected them to drag them away, but instead they stopped and stared at me with lust in their eyes. It dawned on me what a horny sight it must have been for them, watching me half naked on my knees in an alleyway, sucking on a stranger’s cock. I began to picture what it must have looked like, and the idea turned me on so much I pressed down on the hand playing with my pussy, encouraging his fingers to rub harder against my clit.

It wasn’t long before I felt the head of the cock I was sucking expand in my mouth and the first spurt of his come hit the back of my throat. I tried to pull away, but he held my head in his hands forcing me to swallow as much of it as I could, leaving the rest to dribble down my lips onto my tits. At the sight of this, the two men fisting themselves came as well, their juices splashing against my face and hair. It made me feel so dirty and so slutty as I felt the fingers at my pussy make me come. I looked up to see the old men with their video cameras pointing at me, as I began to moan in orgasm, licking the come stains from around my lips, acting like a cheap porn star while I imagined them jerking off when they viewed the scene later.

Suddenly I heard a commotion at the back of the group, and a voice yelled out, “Hey, there’s a cop coming.” The man behind me quickly pulled his hand away from my pussy and the others put their cocks back in their jeans and quickly walked out of the alley, leaving me alone with Tony and Ray. They looked at me kneeling there, covered in jism, my panties halfway down my thighs and my halter up around my neck.

“Thanks for your help guys,” I said sarcastically.

“We were going to stop them, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself,” Ray said with a leer.

I stood up and adjusted my clothing, pulling my panties back up just as the cop approached us.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied nervously. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He looked me up and down, focussing on the come stains in my hair and on my face.

“That’s a funny way to apply hair gel,” he said and then he smirked and walked away.

As I watched him walk back down the alley I saw Joey and Stefan heading towards us.

“Oh my God. What’s Joey going to say when he sees me like this?” I asked Tony.

Tony looked blankly at me, then at Ray, as we stood there waiting in the alley for my boyfriend to reach us.

“To be continued…”

Unable to crowd more individuals into the camera frame, I snapped a shot of them all, then another as the biker roared and began hosing the Chinese girl”s face with a torrent of thick cum. Recapturing his member in her mouth, Erica and I watched her throat muscles rhythmically begin a peristalsis that vacuumed his balls empty. When finished, she beamed into the camera — displaying a mouthful of stringy semen – which caused Erica to moan and probe into the crack of my ass.

We moved quickly to the next few links in the human chain. A young, statuesque black woman lay on her back, first licking the swinging balls, then the asshole, of the lifeguard. Between her outspread legs was a man about my age, though fat and balding, hunching away at her depths and groping and twisting her ample breasts roughly. Her hands clutched his buttocks – nails digging into them – and she urged him to screw her faster and harder. “Yeah, baby! Yeah. Gimme” that log. Fuck me, baby! Yeah…yeah. Do me good…yeah…fuck me good, baby!” she screamed. Her trembling, stretch-marked thighs, split by the man”s generous weapon, were captured in a photo as I stifled another chuckle.

There the chain broke. Close to the occupied fat man a few inches away lay the head of a Japanese girl with red-dyed hair, apparently having just climaxed from a foray with her now-languid partner. Her angelic face was embellished with several metal piercings, and was wet with the slick juices she”d gotten from the black woman”s slit just inches away. The peaceful, post-orgasmic look on her face was a mirror-image of that of her man, a forty-something Latino who had just spewed ropes of thick spunk from her chin to her muff. Laying between her legs with his head on her soaking pubis, he was watching an angular, heavily tattooed white woman of thirty, with short blonde hair, try to restore life to his flagging member. All of these folks and more became grist for my photo mill, as I felt Erica pull her hand from my pants, dig her nails into my shoulder, and move a few paces to drop to her knees next to two people who”d separated from the circle.

These two had forsaken the leisurely pace of other participants. Lying on her back with legs thrown wide to accept her momentary lover was a stunning, light tan Filipina – probably 36-22-36 – with erect brown nipples atop firm, upstanding breasts. Her thin, black partner was sitting – ass-on-his-heels — holding up her hips and rapidly filling her with a long, very thin, penis. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat, and she was gasping “Unhh…unhh…unhh” on each in stroke. Momentarily, he pulled all the way out to reveal his weapon, which caused her to open her eyes and – with the rest of us – see the size of its circumcised head. It was easily twice the diameter of the shaft and, when it resumed its work, pulled out great gobs of her juices that ran down her slick taint. Peering closely at the junction of their organs, Erica herself began to bead with perspiration — scrabbling up to peer closely into the woman”s face — as the Filipina passionately drew her man to herself and closed her eyes, slapping her loins noisily against his while resuming her breathy litany. I quickly snapped a shot of Erica”s captivated face as she shared a contact high with the delighted Asian.

A very young-looking Vietnamese woman, though probably twenty-two – with beautiful, slanted, eyes and a V-shaped face – had just finished masturbating an athletic, whitebread type to an erection. She”d been unable to suck his cock in her petite mouth because of his very thick girth –easily the diameter of a beer can — and had used saliva and both hands instead. With him on his back, she”d poised her creamy body above him with feet flat on the ground, and teased her puffy, engorged outer cunt lips with the dark red head of his member. Her tight opening dribbled a copious amount of transparent juice onto his probe as she slowly sat on him, facing his feet. Her waif-like body had A-cup breasts, and nipped in to form her waist, around which he could nearly link his hands.

Her most significant feature was her high, globular ass that – once she began her rapid thrusting – flexed and drew the jock”s hands to it from her waist. As she was lifted and his cock was withdrawn, her engorged inner cunt lips pulled out obscenely to grip the huge, angry shaft, laving it with her juices. She threw her head back and began a continuous, high keening sound as he lifted her to the crown of his dick and let her weight drop her to his balls as I photographed. “Eee…eee…eeeh…eeehh,” she hissed. They continued this noisy ballet, undeterred by Erica — as she knelt between the man”s legs — closely studying the rhythmic reappearance of his cock vacating the girl”s vagina.

I glanced over at the Mexican woman with the dog, who was still on her knees. Her cunt was now pointed directly at me, with lips oozing cum from her previous encounter, and she was bent over her dog, now lying on his back. Her male partner was restraining the pooch, now shrieking and thrashing his head back and forth with tongue flailing, as I noticed her right arm moving back and forth in a telltale manner. Every once in a while, her head would drop suggestively to the beast”s belly. Then the dog yelped repeatedly, and onlookers backed away, save for one guy who had remained clothed from the outset. He unzipped his pants to reveal a monstrous schlong, dropped to his knees behind the woman, and – apparently receiving tacit permission – began plumbing her hairy crevice. Moving around to her front, I took another picture…this time of her sweaty, blissful face, as Erica gave me an approving glance.

Moving on, I photographed more couples in the female superior position. One included a very active red-headed white woman with a Caesarean scar, flat on her feet and plunging up and down on a cock with the help of two male compatriots assisting her on the vertical upstroke. Her amply endowed partner, an American Indian man, flexed his hips on each down stroke, and each time her sparsely covered, kinky red-haired vulva met his groin, her pussy emitted a loud farting noise that indicated a substantial internal diameter. Soon, one of her supporters stuck his erection into her mouth as the other jacked himself off. After a rapid succession of thrusts and jerks, both men spasmed, resulting in me photographing her face, tits, and shoulders being showered with spurting jizzum.

The other female-superior couple was a Middle Eastern woman – possibly Lebanese — in her fifties, very well preserved, with a thick, hairy batch extending from just below her navel between her legs to surround her ass. She was pressing her fulsome breasts down onto the chest of an Asian man of about the same age whom she”d mounted, and was zealously slipping her cunt back and forth on his embedded dick. Mounting her from the rear was a young Arabic man who could easily have been her son, matching the rhythm of the other two with his cock in her asshole.

After fucking both men for a while – resting on her knees and forearms and voraciously sucking the tongue of her Asian partner – the Lebanese woman orgasmed suddenly and shuddered, screaming out “Uh yes! Uhg, yes! Uhg…ugh, Uhg-yeah. Ehhh. Ehhh. Ehhh. Uunkg!” Still more pictures.

Erica and I met again next to three others, a thirty-something black-haired woman with a stocky build and two men, a bearded one about forty and the other in his twenties, who was manipulating her tits. The woman looked like a Latina and, observing closely, I realized that I knew her! She was the waitress/girlfriend of a guy I knew who owned an Italian restaurant! She was Peruvian, with that singular, smoky-brown complexion, and had the lovely, mature body of a woman who”d worked hard during her young life, and who enjoyed her sex brisk and matter-of-fact. She was entertaining the older man, a bearded guy who was humping her like a missionary, and looking around to assess the crowd”s performance. She apparently recognized me, since she grasped my pant leg and pleaded for me to join her. Sitting up and nearly dislodging her lunging partner, she grabbed my crotch and for a moment I almost allowed her to pull down my zipper. “Please! I want to suck your cock!” she pleaded.

“I”m here with someone,” I said, pointing to Erica, who immediately gave me a baleful look, upset at the fact that our objective, observer status had been compromised.

“Then join us!” she urged. “I give the best head in the world,” she gasped, as the bearded guy stiffened and began cumming in her. “I know you”ll love it! Please!” she said, panting.

“Sorry, I”m spoken for,” I hedged. “Can I take your picture instead?” I asked.

“Not if I can”t suck your cock!” she bristled. “Come see me at the restaurant. We”ll work something out,” she added.

“Perhaps,” I said, now disappointed in myself for my hesitance. What was I saving myself for?

Erica then led me to the masturbators. The young Chinese girl, who”d previously brought solace to the biker, was on her knees in a circle of men who were busily wanking themselves in preparation for a bukkake finish. A bit out of sorts, the girl began whining haltingly while opening and closing her mouth in frustration. She then grabbed the two closest cocks and, jacking one, stuffed the other deeply into her throat, much to the joy of its bearer. She wanked the other cock as an enterprising older black man lay down on his back and – without disturbing her throating and manual labor – slipped under her and lowered her quickly to the hilt onto his erection. Conscious of my camera battery getting low, I snapped judiciously. Then the eruptions began.

One young stud walked up to the Chinese girl and pumped four copious shots onto her head, spraying her hair from crown to eyebrows. The guy in her mouth then came, forcing his thick load out of the corners of her gasping mouth to drip on the black man screwing her below. Yet another young man – a wiry Filipino – came to the side of her face and artfully painted it with a few more shots of thick, yellow spunk. Her pert, B-cup breasts, so inviting to the mouth, were soon drenched by two others, whose loads dripped off her tender nipples to land on the man fucking her. Finally, he emptied his balls into her, as she quickly ground her slit on him to and fro, just as another man behind her spent himself on her back, coating her from shoulders to coccyx. She”d become my photo model-of-the-day.

The collective moans of the crowd began to quiet. I looked back and surreptitiously snapped the Peruvian woman, who was vigorously consummating a blow job on her twenty-something companion. His lean buttocks and belly flexed repeatedly as he bent over in a half crouch, all the while she was playing his load over her face and chest, from eyebrows to nipples.

I was numbly excited by the whole experience, feeling giddy and more than a bit horny. I looked dumbly at Erica, whose chest was heaving from hyperventilation — her face now aglow with perspiration — and realized that I”d had an erection nearly the whole time. She looked at the stiff bulge from my crotch to the top of my jeans and, taking me by the hand, whispered in my ear: “Please take me home now.” For us, it was over.

On the way to the car, the lifeguard type whom I”d photographed walked past us and said jauntily: “You two don”t know what you”re missing,” as he slung a damp tee shirt over his bare shoulder.

Back in the car – out of breath — we both breathed deeply to relieve the accumulated tension, and sat for a few seconds, giggling. Actually, we hadn”t missed much, other than glandular release. Erica removed a pack of cigarettes from the glove box and we lit up. “Like to smoke after sex, do you?” I queried, noticing a damp spot at the junction of her thighs as my erection began to subside.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “What did you think of all that?”

“I found a lot of it funny, and am slightly surprised the police didn”t show up. I feel guilty, too…for “spying”, and…I”m a bit disappointed there wasn”t more ethnic diversity,” I deadpanned, starting the car and pulling into traffic since she”d asked me to drive.

“What?!” she exclaimed. “There was about one of everything there!”

“Unh-unh,” I said. “For instance, I didn”t see any Lao or Thai. Nor did I see any East Indians,” I said pointedly, looking her teasingly in the eye.

“That”s easy to explain,” she said. “Indians are very conservative, sexually.”

“Publicly, you mean,” I corrected her. “I can understand South Asian types not being there, since they”re relatively recent immigrants to this country. But Indians have been here for ages! The civilization is thousands of years old! And what about the “Khama Sutra?”" I probed.

“I will not debate you on this, Jay,” she said, reaching for the camera to view the pictures we”d gotten. “Who was your friend?”

“Just a waitress I met one night in a restaurant,” I answered, noting that Erica had kept me on a short tether during the spectacle.

“I see,” she said. Then her attention returned to the camera.

“I knew you would enjoy that, Jay. You try and be so cool and calm, but I saw your big lund in your pants. Oooo, all of it made my choot so wet. I am so very ready for you now. You had better be ready for me!”

Erica scanned each picture through the camera”s window — nearly three dozen – many of them “money shots,” with faces covered with cum. She became very animated and tactile, touching me meaningfully whenever she made a point about style or technique. A true voyeur, I thought.

She was satisfied that we”d done some very real basic research; enough, she joked, to organize a dissertation topic on human sexuality. As she continued scanning, the wet spot in the crotch of her light yellow pants grew larger. Then she suddenly leaned over to me and flicked her long, black eyelashes on my cheek, brushed her lips along my jaw, and whispered: “Thank you.” She then began stroking my thigh with her lovely, long fingers, which grew more persistent as she concentrated on teasing my cock and balls through my pants as we neared her apartment.

I knew what was coming.

“End of Part 1. Part 2 is coming very soon, in which Erica shows Jay her raunchy talents and other imaginative attributes. Many thanks for your votes and encouraging feedback!”