Marie: Shadows of Light

“Author’s note: First, a thank you to Coco for editing this. Changes were made after her diligent efforts so any errors now are solely the responsibility of the author. There was a slight technical problem that seems to have been through the efforts of Coco. These stories are inspired, one way or another, by the female half of bearlee. Either something she said or did prompted me to write it. Perhaps this one goes a little further than others because it has some elements of truth to it with the promise of more to come. There will be several Marie stories with the categories changing from time to time and, although it may appear to be a series, each story is written to stand independent of the others. Since her name has appeared in so many stories, as a change of pace, her middle name for the main character is being used. We hope you enjoy it! “

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Where Marie now stood and with the lighting hitting her only in a way she could wish for but never count on, her body and tits were silhouetted in a sashay of shadows in the trembling light of the flickering candle. Her hands lingered over the front of her crotch while her fingers played softly with her pussy lips. The darkness of her body against the light reflected in the mirror would have made a memorable picture. She turned back toward the mirror and all three of them watched and waited. Marie was mesmerized by the dancing light but somehow the spell was suddenly broken.

She looked over at her boyfriend, his hand slowly moving over his cock, and then glanced back at Dave. She wasn’t sure what came over her but all of a sudden her demeanor changed and Marie was frantically shouting out instructions to both men. Turning to Dave, she screamed at him, “Pick out something sexy, something really slutty for me to wear so you can fuck me again; next time in my ass while he watches!” Dave jumped off the bed searching through the drawer and on the dresser found the see-through, crotchless bodystocking she had held up earlier and almost fell getting back to the bed. Her head fell back to the bed and putting her knees up, she spread her legs wide apart. Dave’s cum trickled out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. Turning to her boyfriend, she yelled over to him, “Get over here and lick my cunt and ass clean! Suck and fuck my pussy and watch your cumslut being force fed Dave’s cock and balls!” He stood up removing the rest of his clothing and moved quickly to the bed, his face going between her legs and mouth toward her pussy.

Turning to Dave again, she hissed, “Squat over my face and watch him eat my cum filled pussy and hold yourself high enough so he can see your balls dangling in my open mouth while he does it! When I tell you to, I want you to feed me your dick and squirt your cum all over my face and tits!” Her boyfriend’s mouth moved closer to her dripping pussy and she smiled as Dave’s balls lowered toward her open, waiting mouth.

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Well, that was really the beginning of the end of their second evening together. It turned out so much differently than the three of them had anticipated. Actually, it all began so innocently for Marie. His name was Dave. They met in a chat room and he quickly became aware of her proclivity for exhibitionism. She was a perfect match for him. His detailed emails to her explained his voyeuristic desires and specific needs. He wanted a woman that would let him peek up her skirt or dress in a public place and maybe take it a step further by modeling for him in the privacy of a hotel room. The only problem, he lived in St. Louis and she in Ohio. Still, he remained undeterred in his pursuit, settling first on provocative but tastefully done photos of her. The requests for photos were simple enough and the pictures could be developed anywhere without fear of what some snooping clerk may think. A photo from behind of her bending over in a short skirt showing the bottom of her frilly blue panties or maybe one of her in a dress lifting it up one leg adjusting a stocking or garter and exposing her creamy white thighs were all he wanted to douse the fires of his sexual libido, or so he thought. The more photos he received, the more they fanned the flames of his lust fueling his desires to live out his fantasies with her.

Dave was a business executive. He had been living and working in St. Louis more than 20 years now and had moved up the ladder where he worked to the point where his time was pretty much his own. Although in his mid-fifties, he still had a thick shock of black hair men half his age would envy and had kept himself fit and trim. Marie was younger, but a woman that since her early college years loved showing off her body to admiring men and women alike. She was 5-7 and never tipped the scale at more than 120 pounds. Her skin was soft and fair in color. She had long reddish-blonde hair, maybe too long for her age she thought, but knew her longer hair was a turn-on to men and kept it that way just to excite them. A quick turn of her head would send it flipping back over her face and shoulder. Her smoldering blue eyes and quick smile just added to her allure. It wasn’t just her body she wanted to expose to glances of the unsuspecting men and women she met in different settings. She loved to have people watch her engage in sexual acts. Just one more person was good, 10 would be better and after that, well, more would be even better. It wasn’t just the watching though, her sexual excitement was heightened, not only by that which was normally forbidden, but there was something even more titillating for her by the chance of getting caught in the act.

Their relationship continued in the world of cyberspace. For weeks he would look at the pictures she had sent and describe back to her the sensations he felt in his burgeoning cock just from looking at them. She loved to tease and please and the thought of a man getting hard just by looking at pictures of her made her pussy warm and, oftentimes wet, as she read his descriptive prose. He wanted to meet her so bad, even if it was just for one day. He was willing to pay her traveling expenses to come to St. Louis, or anywhere close. They would meet in a restaurant, but wouldn’t sit together. He would be at another table and she would be dressed in a skirt and blouse. The blouse would be unbuttoned showing just a touch of cleavage leaving the rest to his imagination. She would sit to the side of her table and cross her legs letting him view her thigh and maybe adjust the skirt from time to time showing even more of her thigh to him. Later, she would turn to face him; her feet firmly on the floor and her knees would part slightly before closing quickly. If he looked close and was lucky, he would see the small slit of her pussy if she wasn’t wearing panties, or catch a glimpse of her lace panties if she did.

After that, they would go to a hotel and act as though they were married and she was getting ready for an evening out with her husband. He would lie on the bed while she dressed, undressed and dressed again while he watched like she was trying to find just the right outfit for a night on the town. In one sense it would be a strip tease, and then a kind of “reverse” strip tease while she tried on different outfits. This was his fantasy and she was willing to fulfill it. For her part, she would get to show-off and get the satisfaction of her efforts by seeing his excitement in the precum that would leak from the head of his cock while she pranced and danced around the room and if she wanted, run her fingertip over the head of his cock feeling the silky precum dripping from it. Her reward would be watching him masturbate and his hot squirting cum would be the expression of approval she would wait for-her thank you for a job well done. After all, they had talked about it so many times in email and both knew if it ever happened, he would finally jack-off while watching and she would revel in seeing his hot cum squirt out and up his prone body over his chest and stomach.

Marie had a boyfriend, but he had always been interested in watching her playful teasing of other men. Would Dave be comfortable with him in the room? Dave indicated he would and she approached her boyfriend with the idea. He was all for it and would sit quietly watching, jacking himself off as she put on a performance to satisfy the desires of all three of them. The only problem was one of time and distance, but Dave had offered to take care of the travel. It would be easy to fly into St. Louis on a Friday night, meet on Saturday and leave later that night or even Sunday. Marie and Dave finally made the arrangements and one Friday afternoon she and her boyfriend were headed to Cleveland Hopkins International Airport for an experience that would go further than either of them expected.

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Marie and her boyfriend arrived at the Lambert-St. Louis International Airport late on a Friday afternoon. Both of them already knew from photos what Dave looked like and also knew he would be meeting them upon their arrival. Marie, with the help of her boyfriend, had prepared for this first meeting and only hoped the luggage in the belly of the plane arrived with them with her selection of multiple outfits to change into.

Disembarking, Marie was dressed in a pair of very short jean cut-offs, each leg cut on the side, “daisy dukes” as they were sometimes called. She wore a white, silky blouse with the top buttons left undone. As they made their way to the terminal, she untucked the transparent blouse and tied the bottom tails into a knot exposing her flat stomach. She laughed to herself wondering if, except for her hair color, she really could have passed for Daisy from the old television show. Once inside, they immediately spotted the man they knew only as Dave. He stood by a counter, a Polaroid camera in hand. As they approached him, he could see her full red lips and the long reddish-blonde hair swinging freely from side to side as she walked with a bounce in her step. There was a sparkle in her blue eyes as she got closer to the man she to this point she had only known from his emails. As she walked toward him, he raised the camera and began clicking pictures, photos falling from the front of the camera.

He looked almost as though he shouldn’t be watching her, but he couldn’t draw his eyes away from her at first. He would catch quick glimpses of her breasts as they jiggled and bounced inside the blouse as she walked quickly and with a purpose and then glance away only to return his eyes to see the pink nipples outlined against the blouse. All of a sudden she stopped. It was orchestrated on her part, but part of his fantasy. A small bag dropped from her hand. She took a step forward and then turned to pick it up. Bending over, the short cut-offs moved higher giving a brief flash of her smooth, white ass cheeks. Marie could sense the camera was again clicking as she paused long enough to pose for him before standing quickly, a smile on her face directed to her boyfriend and then turned to face Dave again. Adjusting the short shorts with one hand, she lifted one side up showing him her light blue panties underneath and then pulled the shorts back in place. She walked the remaining 10 or so feet to Dave, her boyfriend following quietly behind her.

“Hi, you must be Dave,” she said, quietly but with a seductive tone. “I’m Marie.”

“You’re even more beautiful than your pictures,” he responded. There was a gentle quality to him she loved and right then she was determined to give him a teasing experience he would never forget.

“Well, thanks so much for the compliment. This is my boyfriend; I guess you already kind of know each other. He’s here for the same reason you are. Man, it’s hot in here, don’t you think?” Her fingers went to the top of her blouse, pulled it away from her delicate skin and open to both sides. It wasn’t much, but just enough to give Dave a look at her breasts, and maybe even her nipples, if he was watching closely.

She looked him. He was wearing a light blue sports shirt and pair of navy blue dress pants. It was either the anticipation or perhaps what she had already done, but the slight bulge evident in the front of his trousers rewarded her efforts thus far. She wondered to herself about his cock. He had never sent a picture of it, but had described the throbbing, aching cock to her so many times in emails. Now she was standing in front of him, not more than a foot separating them. Turning to her boyfriend she asked him to check on their bags. As she did, she backed up slightly, the thin, worn denim covering her ass pushed into Dave’s crotch. She could feel the hardness of his cock twitch against her butt and turning slowly around, kept her ass and then hip pushed against the front of him as she did.

“So, Dave, while he’s getting the bags, what do you say we go to the bar for a drink?” she asked him.

“Sure. We can do whatever you want,” he responded. His voice was still so soft, sweet and polite.

They walked to the closest lounge and went inside. Marie knew her boyfriend would find her. They had already talked about this. Moving through the door of the bar, she asked Dave if he would excuse her for a moment. She wanted to make a quick trip to the restroom to freshen up. Marie didn’t wait for an answer leaving quickly knowing he would find a quiet place to sit. In the restroom, she reapplied her make-up, removed the cut-offs and changed into a loose fitting, short blue skirt. She untied the blouse and, tucking it in, buttoned it all the way to the top. A pair of stockings held clinging to her upper -thighs by the elastic bands at the tops and pair of four-inch heels completed her ensemble. Satisfied, she walked out of the restroom and saw Dave sitting at a table in the corner facing the bar. Instead of walking over to him, her long, slender legs carried her over to the bar and she took a seat. Ordering a drink, she took a sip and then set it down on the bar. Swiveling the stool around toward him, she winked at her new friend.

She spread her legs slightly and pulled the dress up with her hand well past the middle of her thighs baring her smooth, white skin. The dress was pulled almost to the elastic striped tops of her stockings. Propping her feet on the top rung of the barstool, she knew he could see the silky blue panties she wore under the skirt. Flipping her right leg up, she crossed it over the left letting her high-heeled shoe dangle from her foot. She knew it was all about flashing. No prolonged looks at anything, not just yet anyway. It was just enough to tantalize him and then she changed positions giving him a different view.

Reaching her hands to the top of her blouse, she seductively unbuttoned it, one button at a time, slowly and deliberately, her eyes locked on his the whole time. The first button popped out and then the second. She undid the third and fourth and her blouse was now unbuttoned from the top to the bottom where it met her skirt. She glanced around the room. No one, except for Dave, seemed to be paying attention to what she was doing. She uncrossed her legs and again had both feet on the top rung of the stool, her knees pointing toward the ceiling. Shifting her position forward in the seat, she knew now he could see part of her cute ass, the whiteness of her skin disappearing under the silky blue panties. Moving her legs down lower on the stool, she pressed her hands to her shoulders, each on an opposite side. Grabbing the material of the blouse, she ran her hands down the front, over her breasts spreading it open slightly as her hands met and crossed. Looking around one more time, to see if anyone else may be watching, she nonchalantly pulled it completely open exposing her breasts. Her nipples were barely visible in the dim light of the bar. Once again, her hands moved just as quickly pulling it closed again. Turning around to face the bar, she grabbed her drink and held it.

Over to her right she saw an ashtray. Turning the stool to the side so the back of it wouldn’t be in the way, she stood on the bottom rung of the stool and leaned over the bar to reach for it. It was within easy reaching distance, but she stayed momentarily, bent over the bar, the skirt pulling up almost to the top of her hips, above the tops of the stockings, exposing her blue, silk covered ass in all of it’s splendor to Dave before plopping back down in her seat. She spun around again, looked at him, and smiled. He had a serious look on his face and it didn’t take her long to figure out why. She could see his right shoulder moving ever so slightly and knew he was rubbing his cock. Marie wondered if he had had the nerve to unzip his pants and stroke his cock right there in the bar. Yet, the thought he may have caused a tingling sensation in her pussy. It was making him hot, but now it was making her even hotter. He had wanted her to be act like a lady, but right then she felt like walking over to the small table and fucking his brains out or maybe gobble his cock down her throat in front of everyone in the airport lounge.

It was at this point her boyfriend entered the bar and walked over to her. “Everything’s ready,” he told her. “I have us checked in room 1222 and all of your stuff is up there.”

“Okay, honey. Why don’t you go over and talk to Dave and I’ll go up to the room…give me about an hour to take a quick bath and get dressed, it’s early yet.”

“Not a problem, take your time,” he replied, smiling as he glanced inside her blouse at her luscious breasts, and then moved over to Dave’s table to chat.

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Although the original idea was to play the next day, there was no reason they couldn’t start tonight. Dave and Marie’s boyfriend left the bar and took the elevator to the 12th floor. They had established a rapport but stopped talking when the elevator door opened. They walked quietly down the hallway, stopped in front of the door to the room, knocked and walked in.

Marie stood in the middle of the room. Here she was more than 30 years old and yet, now looked so young. A small light was on and a candle burned on the dresser, the flickering light hitting the mirror in a shimmering dance around the room. She was dressed in a girl”s school uniform-a short, plaid pleated skirt and red blouse. Her hair was pulled back in pigtails, each tied in a little red ribbon. A pair of red knee socks and saddle shoes made up the rest of the outfit. Standing in front of them, but only for a moment, she turned around and bent forward to tie her shoes. The tops of her creamy white legs and her frilly, lace trimmed panties were all Dave could see at this point. Marie’s boyfriend took a seat in the corner of the room to watch, not knowing exactly what was going to unfold, but knew his girlfriend was a great role-player and could handle any situation with a wink and flirtatious smile. She finished tying her shoes and stood up. Turning around, she caught the admiring eyes of Dave. No one, except Marie, knew what was coming next.

“Uncle Davey,” she called out. “Gosh, I haven’t seen you for such a long time. Did my daddy tell you I made the cheerleading team? Golly, I’m so excited too! I never thought they’d pick me. I just turned 18 last week and to think, now I’m a cheerleader! Why don’t you lie on the bed Uncle Dave and I’ll show you some of my cheers!” She sounded 18 and looked it as she giggled excitedly like the schoolgirl she pretended to be.

Dave walked over to the bed and laid down. Marie stood off to the side of the bed. She turned the light on next to the bed to brighten the room and then stood back in the large suite. “Watch me, Uncle Dave!” With those words she jumped in the air spreading her legs and letting out a cheer that was almost nonsensical, but no one cared. As she jumped the pleated skirt flew up to her hips and the panties she wore were crotchless. As her legs spread wide, her bare pussy opened but as soon as she reached the peak of her jump, they closed as her body came back down and her feet hit the floor. For a brief moment her open pussy lips appeared for him to see and then disappeared just as quickly. Marie went through several more jumps. Dave’s stare was intense as the crotchless panties opened wide each time she reached the peak of her jump until she was finally finished.

“You don’t wanna put this on?” Lewis asked urgently, pushing my dress forward.

“We’ll see,” I smiled. “After all, I’ll have to take the t-shirt off to be scanned, huh?”

The girl at the register blinked widely as we approached. “Just this little t-shirt, please,” I said to her, pointing at it. “Do I need to take it off?”

“Um. Yeah. I suppose,” the girl said sullenly. She didn’t seem interested in our little game at all.

“OK!” I said breezily, as I stretched it off. I shook my tits free, threw it on the register and stood, with my hands on my hips.

She was silenced for a moment, but then robotically scanned the shirt and handed it back to me. “That’s $8.98.”

Lewis handed over a $10 note and waited for the change. I nuzzled up to him and smiled at the people who’d stopped to gawk. “What about Sheree and Trent?” Lewis said, as he collected his money.

“Here, take the t-shirt,” I said, giving it to Lewis to hold, along with my dress.

“You’re not wearing that either?” he replied incredulously. “Jeez, you’re incredible!” he added, but my attention was distracted by Sheree and Trent, who’d just come out of the aisle.

Sheree was still naked and Trent had her by the arm. Suddenly, everyone’s attention was focussed on them, even the sullen cashier. I could hear her indistinct moans, but not the words, as she was dragged to the register.

“Lewis! Ally!” Trent called. “Help me get some clothes on this crazy girl!” He threw Sheree’s dress to Lewis, who just stood there next to me.

One of the security guards came to help Trent struggle with Sheree. She started screaming, “Get your filthy hands off me!!!” at which point they both let her go.

Suddenly, she seemed sober as she simply walked through the register, in all her glorious nakedness to join Lewis and I at the front. Trent followed, while the security guard remained where he was.

“Sorry about all that fuss, guys,” she said, when Trent had joined us and had put his arm around her, “but Ally and I were in the mood for some excitement, weren’t we?”

I looked at all the eyes still on us and just smiled and nodded, thinking that Sheree had really learned the supermarket flirting game well.

“So, let’s go!” she said, “Your place, Lewis?”

As we walked out together, I turned around, pleased to see that the supermarket had fallen totally silent - apart from the canned music - with everyone watching our bare butts exit into the warm night air.

Rick pulled his tongue from my ass, and moved back toward my vagina. I closed my legs and rolled over, and I stopped licking his ass.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I said. “I know that much. You can’t go back to my vagina once you’ve been in my ass.” I remembered how many times my mother insisted that I wipe myself in a certain direction to avoid any contamination.

“Ok,” Rick said, as he spun himself around and lay next to me. “Let’s go to the kitchen and get some drinks. I could use a breather.”

As Rick led me to the kitchen he stepped into the bath to urinate. I watched him pee; I always marvel at the different functions of a man’s penis. Then we relaxed in the kitchen with fresh vodka, which completely cleansed my mouth, and gave me a second wind. After gulping down one vodka, I asked Rick for another. We carried our drinks back to the bedroom. Rick picked his camera back up.

“Pose for me, Sheryl.”

“I don’t think so… I… have a new boyfriend… I won’t… well, Ok… but only a couple.”

Actually, posing for the camera was fun. Rick told me to put my hands on my head and to face him. He told me to put my heels back on, that it would make my legs and ass look better. I set the timer on the camera and we took a few photos of us together, full frontal nudes. I knelt and let him take more pics of me sucking his cock.

“You can’t show these to anybody,” I said.

He grew hard again in my mouth, and by the time he stopped taking pictures, he was up and ready.

“Rick,” I said as I held his cock, “isn’t it time you fucked me?” I rose off my knees, kicked off the heels and got back onto the bed. I spread wide and Rick got on top, and I felt his marvelous cock slip inside me. To myself, I admit that I have sucked a lot of guys off, but Rick Hall was only the third guy that I had intercourse with. I wrapped my legs around him and crossed them. His cock filled me, and his pelvic bone pressed against my clitoris. Rick pumped me like a machine, he played me like a drum solo. And a long solo it was, with drum rolls and counter beats, bass drum pumping, snare snapping, cymbal smashing - nothing like my eighteen year old boyfriend Jim. Jim, when we did fuck, couldn’t last two minutes; he’d spill like a tipped glass of milk.

“Sheryl,” Rick said, “turn around. I am going to do you doggy style. Get up on your knees and stick your butt back.”

That doggy position was new for me, I knew about it, but I had never been fucked that way. I had to move my knees up and lower my butt, because Rick wasn’t that tall. Immediately, it was very comfortable for me. Rick’s cock felt so good going in and out of me, and I buried my head in his pillows as he worked me from behind.

“What did you say… I can’t go back to your vagina… after I’ve been in your ass… but from your vagina to your ass… my cock has only been in your mouth… and in your vagina… so now your ass… it’s Ok, Sheryl… Ok if I… fuck you in the ass.”

And fuck my ass he did. No lotions, no creams. Rough and in, all the way in, with his pelvis thrusting against my butt. Painful at first, but so filling, totally fulfilling any passionate desire I may have ever had for Rick Hall.

He wasn’t in my ass for long. Rick quickly ejaculated. All the semen he had left was now inside of me. Totally spent, he rolled off of me, squeezed me, thanked me, and turned the lights out. As Rick went to sleep, I breathed in again, and the scent of the woman that filled the bedroom was my own scent.