Diane’s Modeling Mistake

Diane slammed the door as she trudged in the house. Her poor husband, Greg, got caught in her war path. Out of nowhere she went on a tirade about her work, and more specifically the upcoming fashion show. Once Diane was able to calm down a bit, Greg learned what was troubling her.

Apparently, Diane’s problem was that the fashion show that they were to attend that very night was going to be a total disaster. Diane was too upset to say anything else, so Greg decided he would get her a cup of coffee while she cooled off.

Greg poured the both of them a cup of coffee and returned to Diane. He tried to understand what was making her so upset. Greg knew that Diane was under a lot of stress at work. After all, she recently received a big promotion and rise. After years of working at CCD, a rapidly growing fashion design studio, she had finally gotten to design her own line. Diane was now responsible for ten employees that followed her command.

Tonight’s event was to be the unveiling of her new line of club-wear. It was a show for all of her bosses and the company’s investors to see. It was planned to be a big promotion that the company used to impress its investors. There would be the fashion show itself, and then there was going to be food, drinks and a band. It was a big event, so all of the staff and their spouses would also be attending. But, as far as Greg knew every thing was going as planned.

Diane was finally calm enough and decided to explain her situation to Greg. It all started in the morning when she received a call telling her that the models that she hired were not going to be able to make it to her show tonight. This posed a big problem for Diane, because obviously a fashion show isn’t possible without models. Worse yet, the dresses had already been tailored to fit the models she originally hired.

She had spent the whole day trying to track down models, but had failed. Either it wasn’t enough notice to book them, or they had the wrong measurements to fit in the dresses they had to model. She had originally hired and planned for five models, but she was only able to find two models that had the right build and were available for the show.

Diane explained to Greg that two models just couldn’t do the whole show. She needed at least one more model in order for the show to work. The two models she just hired would be able to wear most of her new line, but there was a sizeable chunk of her collection that wouldn’t fit either of the new models. She also said that with only two models, the show would progress too slowly.

Greg thought about her problem and looked down at his watch. It was now half past five and the show was to start in two hours. There was absolutely no time to hire a model, so he told her that the only solution would be to get one of her employees to stand in as a model. Or, if need be Diane should stand in as a model herself. But, Greg knew that Diane would be too chicken to model on a runway in front of her co-workers.

After telling her husband what a stupid idea that was, Diane got up and walked into the kitchen. She kept thinking who could she get to model? After much thought, she concluded that she was the only one she knew that was thin enough to fit in the dresses. This was probably the first time in Diane’s life that she wished she wasn’t in such good shape. But, the model she tailored the dresses for was more slender than her and she was the smallest woman in the office. The dresses were originally fitted for that small model and while they could be modified to fit her, they would just barely fit.

At first the idea of her modeling was absurd, she kept thinking to herself. She was able to fit in the dresses, but just barely. Diane wasn’t fat by any means, she was a good 5′7″ and only weighed 115lbs, but she wasn’t quite as small as the small model she cut some of the dresses to fit. Even if she could fit in the clothes, she would chicken out before she would model in some skimpy clothes in front of her boss and co-workers.

Greg could tell that his suggestion had made the wheels in Diane’s mind start to turn. While she was always very proper at work, she had a wild side. She was a closet exhibitionist. Although she didn’t like to admit it, she would wear intentionally skimpy clothing to clubs (as reflected in her dress designs) and loved to show off her goods to random guys. While it did embarrass her, the thought of strange guys and girls seeing her nude always made her horny. The previous summer, she and Greg had been caught playing “photographer” by a few couples when they were at the local park. The memory of being caught in the buff by strangers still made Diane wet.

Diane wasn’t sure why she liked to show off her nude body so much, but the whole experience was always such a rush for her. Diane supposed that she like the whole rush of emotions brought on by situation. There would be waves of excitement, horniness, and feelings of embarrassment pulsating through her entire body.

Suddenly Diane’s cell phone rang and roused Diane from their thoughts. On the phone was Diane’s boss, he had heard of her trouble finding models and wanted to be assured that that everything was going to go smoothly. Diane told him that she was really having trouble finding enough models, but she had just found a third and the show would go on as planned. Diane knew her boss would sympathize with her, but she also knew that this event could make or break her career at CCD.

Greg heard Diane talking on the phone and concluded that she was indeed going to be a model at the show. Greg walked in and wrapped his arms around Diane. He assured her that she could handle this situation. Diane looked at him in sort of a daze and said that the only solution was for her to be the third model. But she didn’t know if she could handle modeling clothes on a runway in front of all of her bosses and co-workers. Her club-wear line was intentionally skimpy, because that was the popular fashion.

Greg sympathized with her, but then he told Diane that she might actually enjoy it. He said that she had a great body and put a lot of time and effort into staying fit, so why not show off her body After all, she was a closet exhibitionist. Diane explained to Greg that being caught “accidentally” by a stranger was a completely different situation than parading in skimpy club-wear in front of her bosses and co-workers.

“I know that there are a few guys at work that you wouldn’t mind showing off for at work isn’t there?” Greg asked.

“I don’t know.” replied Diane. “There are a couple of cute guys that I wouldn’t mind giving a show, but there will also be the boss, the office girls and their spouses there also. I don’t really want them to see me in a tight, skimpy dress” said Diane.

“Well, you aren’t going to be naked right? I mean these are dresses people are going to wear in public aren’t they?” asked Greg.

Diane nodded her head and had to agree that her dresses were meant to be worn to clubs and “technically” that would be in public, but the whole situation still seemed frightening to her. Not all of the dresses were final designs, some were just very skimpy precursors to an actual production dress. A few of the dresses were too risqué for public, but were being shown for their cuts and designs.

But now no matter how Diane felt, she knew that she was going to be the third model. She had already told her boss that the show would go on and she had a third model. That meant that no matter if she wanted to or not, she was going to have to model some very skimpy outfits in front of her whole company. The only thing left was to call her assistant Cindy and tell her the plan.

When Greg and Diane finally arrived at the event, the place was packed. This was a great turnout for the unveiling of Diane’s new summer line. There had to be at least 150 people attending this event!

Diane was totally stressed out by all of these people. She knew about how many people RSVPed for the show, but actually seeing all of them and knowing that she would be practically nude in front of them was killing her. Strangely enough though, she did feel a little spark of excitement start to surge in her body.

Cindy, Diane’s assistant, ran up to Greg and Diane with clipboard and headset in hand. She explained that she needed Diane to try on a few of the garments before the show started show they could be altered to fit her. Diane told her that she would be backstage in a second.

Greg kissed Diane on the cheek and said to her “I love you and I know that you will be great! I’ll be waiting right here for you after the show.” Then he moved in a little closer to her and whispered, “Don’t worry, you are beautiful. Everyone will love you. I know that I’m going to love it.”

Diane went backstage and found Cindy. Cindy was standing by the rack of dresses that Diane was to model. She told Diane that she put the ones that Diane needed at the end of the rack. These dresses were exceptionally form fitting and needed to be adjusted for Diane. Diane knew exactly which dresses she meant, these dresses were very tight and slightly sheer. The thought of her boss and co-workers seeing her in these dresses sent a surge of embarrassment through her body.

Diane instinctively looked for a place to change into the dress, but then it dawned on her, she would be changing right where she stood. She had been backstage at fashion shows before and knew that the models didn’t get private dressing rooms at fashion shows. And these dresses either had built in bras or required no bra at all, so she knew that she was going to have to lose the bra to wear the dresses.

Cindy stood and waited for Diane to try on the first dress. Diane was embarrassed about taking her clothes off in front of Cindy. After all, Cindy was her assistant and she worked with everyday. What would Cindy think of her after seeing her stripped down to nothing but her thong panties?

Diane took a deep breath and started to undo the buttons on her dress. She kept looking around intensely for anyone else that might be lurking around. It was bad enough that Cindy was going to see her almost completely naked. She didn’t really want someone else she worked with to see her standing there topless in a thong. Diane slowly slid her dress down and stepped out of it. There she stood nothing covering her body except for a small black Victoria’s Secret bra and matching thong.

Cindy was trying hard not to be obvious, but Diane could tell that she was checking out her body. Diane closed her eyes and slowly unhooked her bra. She slowly removed it and tossed it onto the makeup table. She turned to Cindy and asked her for the first dress. Cindy turned around and pulled a dress off of the rack. When she turned back around towards Diane, her gaze went to Diane’s chest.

Diane suddenly became aware that her nipples were fully erect! She wasn’t sure if it was the cold or the excitement, but obviously Cindy noticed too. At this point she really wanted this night to be over quickly. It was embarrassing enough standing in her panties with her bare breasts exposed in front of Cindy.

As Cindy handed Diane the dress, she gazed at Diane’s naked breasts. Diane had nice slightly tan, quarter sized nipples. Cindy was by no means a lesbian, but she did have to admit to herself that Diane had nice boobs! Glancing down, she also noticed that Diane was showing a bit of camel toe. Cindy couldn’t see any pubic hair and figured that Diane must be a shaver. Cindy figured that Diane wore a very small pair of panties in order to be able to wear them with the tight dresses she would be modeling tonight. But, Cindy knew that she wouldn’t be able to wear any panties in a few of the later dresses. Diane also knew that a few of the dresses required the model to be nude underneath, but wasn’t ready to lose her panties just yet.

Diane finished putting on the dress and looked to Cindy for her approval. Cindy could easily see Diane’s nipples poking out through the fabric of the dress. But more than that, her areolas were definitely visible as well. Her black thong also stood out through the pink fabric, but without panties Cindy wondered exactly what would be visible to everyone.

Cindy looked at Diane and told her that she looked great. While Cindy did think that Diane looked great, she was also very grateful that she wasn’t in her shoes. There were going to be a whole lot of guys from the office with their cameras and Cindy knew she couldn’t handle being seen it dresses like this in front of everyone. But she had to admit that all of the men from the office were going to love this show tonight. Diane has always been considered one of the office hotties, but no one had ever seen her like they were going to tonight.

Diane modeled the rest of the dresses that might need altered without any more problems arising. The night seemed like it was going well after all.

There were only five minutes left until the show started and Diane’s nerves were absolutely shot. “I need a drink very bad!” Diane nervously said to Cindy. Cindy figured that Diane was probably right and went to get her a glass of wine.

Diane drank the first glass down like a shot and commanded Cindy to fetch her another glass of wine. Cindy complied with the order, but warned her that being drunk in high heeled shoes on the catwalk was not a good idea. Diane agreed, but in order to be able to pull this off she needed some “liquid encouragement.”

The fashion show was about to begin. Diane could hear her co-workers and bosses all filling up the seats around the runway. Then she heard the announcer telling the people about what they were about to see. Diane’s fashion show was finally going to happen; this was a big opportunity for her. She knew that she was going to be deathly embarrassed out on the runway, but she had to perform her best for the sake of her career.

As Greg found his seat, the announcements were going on. Apparently, this was Diane’s premiere summer collection. It contained a collection of dresses and club-wear meant to appeal to the Spring Break crowd. Greg figured that the dresses would be small and knew that Diane would look smoking hot modeling them.

Backstage, Diane and the other models were in their first outfits of the night. They were all lined up and ready to strut on the runway. Suddenly, Diane saw the first model walk out through the curtain and knew that her turn was quickly coming up. Because there were only three models, they had been instructed to walk slowly. The models that weren’t on the runway would need time to change, so the show would flow seamlessly.

Greg had seen the first two models walk out and back and finally, Diane popped out from behind the curtain. She did look stunning! She was wearing a black slinky dress that hugged her form very well. This was a very sexy dress indeed, but Greg wasn’t sure why Diane was so embarrassed about modeling. She looked just as good as the other models to him and she walked the runway like a pro. These dresses were definitely sexy, but nothing she hadn’t worn to a Christmas Party or two.

The whole room was absolutely buzzing when Diane walked out on the catwalk. A lot of people had no idea that she was going to be one of the models. Her boss (and of course the male employees) seemed to have more enthusiasm about the show after she appeared. Greg could see all of Diane’s co-workers whispering to each other re-affirming who they just saw.

Diane’s boss was very surprised to see Diane was modeling. He knew that she was having trouble finding models, but he never expected her to actually step in as a model herself. He figured this is why she waited until the eleventh hour to tell him everything was going to be alright. He really had to admire her for standing in; she was really showing her dedication to the company.

The show continued flawlessly, but two things did stick out in the back of Greg’s mind. Diane had modeled five dresses so far and each dress seemed to be a bit skimpier than the last dress. How far would this trend continue? Also, there seemed to be a noticeably greater amount of photographs taken when Diane was on the Catwalk. Of course, there were the professional photographers, hired to cover the show. But there were also guys shooting pictures with personal cameras and even cell phones when Diane would appear. Greg wasn’t stupid, he knew that a lot of the guys were taking photos of Diane and he doubted they were for business purposes. Greg wasn’t mad though, he thought of it as compliment. Obviously he wasn’t the only guy who thought that Diane was beautiful.

About halfway through the show Diane once again walked back to the dressing area. Cindy was holding the next dress for her to wear. This dress was definitely skimpier than the previous ones. This was where the show was really going to test her limits. Diane slipped off the other dress and waited for Cindy to hand her the next dress. But, Cindy reminded her that she wouldn’t be able to wear her panties with this dress. The panty line would ruin the desired effects of the dress.

Diane paused for a second, but she knew what she had to do. She quickly pulled down her panties and threw them on the makeup counter. There she was backstage completely naked in front of her assistant, while her husband, boss and co-workers were just on the other side of the wall. Cindy handed her the dress, but while doing so took in another eyeful of Diane’s body. The situation was also a strange one for Cindy. She was also a bit embarrassed to be standing right next to her nude boss. Cindy had worked for Diane for the past few years and they had always gotten along very well. But, they weren’t exactly old friends, they were just really good colleagues.

Cindy looked Diane over as she was trying to get her dress on. She had been right, Diane was a shaver. Diane had the smallest little runway strip that Cindy had ever seen. Cindy really had to admire Diane’s nice body. She now understood why all of the guys at work were infatuated with Diane. Diane had a very pretty face and a nice body to match. Her boobs were nice and round and seemed to be quite firm. But, Diane’s little runway strip really stood out to her. Diane’s bald pink little pussy looked especially naughty with a little strip of hair just above it. Cindy wasn’t positive, but it looked like Diane might be a bit excited.

Diane quickly slipped in the dress and looked in the mirror. Diane could see that her nipples were clearly showing through the sheer material in the front of the dress. The fact that the auditorium was air conditioned and losing her panties made her nipples poke out even more prominently through her dress. For a second she thought that her little “strip” in front of her pussy was visible, but she couldn’t be completely sure. She was still half- blind from all of the camera flashes she had just been exposed to.

Greg (and probably everyone else) was all eagerly awaiting to see what Diane was going come out wearing next. When Diane finally walked back out from the behind the curtain and the cameras went crazy. As she walked closer and closer, Greg could tell what all the fuss was about.

The dress that Diane was wearing was very transparent in the bright lights of the stage. From a distance it was noticeable that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, but no details were visible. But as she got closer and closer, her nipples really became clearly visible. Greg could swear that he could even see the little strip in front of her pussy. This dress was definitely made for a club with lower light levels and up on the stage with the bright lights and camera flashes, Diane was showing even more than she realized. She was basically walking down the runway in a piece of colored thin mesh. When she stopped at the end of the runway to pose and turn around, the camera went nuts again. The dress was sheer enough that you could see the way up to where Diane’s legs ended. As she walked away, it became apparent to everyone that her ass was also very visible through the dress. The dress was cut so short seemed like her ass might pop out of the bottom of the dress at any moment! Diane had a nice little bubble butt that definitely drove the guys wild, but alas she was able to make it backstage with the dress in place.

Ali said, “You look beautiful, Elle. You really do. And your pussy is great. I don’t know what you were worried about.”

My nipples were hard. And my pussy was really wet. I was worrying about it dripping down my leg. And was still studying the vibrating device on her pussy. She saw me looking and added,

“This is that toy I told you about. What do you think?”

I was riveted. “It…uh…looks neat.” I didn’t know what to say, but I was certainly intrigued.

Ali grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go!” and walked ahead of me, dragging her behind her. I noticed there was something protruding from her ass. She looked back and flashed a smile, “It’s my butt plug. It feels great. Are you shocked?”

I said, stammering, “Uh… I’m not sure.” I was like a deer in headlights.

We walked out into the living area and now were in direct line of sight of Marie. She was toiling over the stove. Marie looked up and smiled and looked us both up and down. ”

“You guys look great. Let me pour you some wine and then you guys go outside and sit at the table,” she said.

Ali and I waited there. She was grinning at me and had her hand on my lower back, just at the top of my ass. She reached over and kissed me on the cheek, girlishly, and her hand slid down and held the side of my left buttock as it happened.

It felt pretty incredible being nude from the waist down like this. I felt very dressed up and yet very exposed. When we got outside, we stood by the table. The table was made up beautifully, even with flowers, and all the place settings were there.

Ali asked, “Do you want to try this toy?”

I looked at her and sheepishly said, “Yeah, why not?” as if to sound casual about it. My pussy was as wet as could be.

Ali flicked a little switch on the side of the “unit” and undid the clasps holding it on to her. It was like a little g-string, except it had a little mass right where her clit was. She looked into my eyes, smiled and said, “Let me help you with it.”

She crouched down, taking care not to run her stockings, and balanced herself. Her head was basically at the same height as my pussy, and she looked up at it and smiled.

“You look good from this angle,” she said, in teasing tone.

I said, looking down awkwardly, as if looking at my own vagina, “Well thanks. Am I dripping down there?”

“No, you’re just glistening. It looks great. I’m glad you are horny from this, because I know I am. You’re going to love this toy. Ok, so lift your left leg.” She was holding the g-string contraption down near my foot. I did so and stepped into the “leg” of it. She held out the other side and I stepped into it with the other foot. I was a little clumsy with my heels on.

Ali looked up as she slid it up my legs. It was exciting feeling it tickle its way up my legs. Ali brought it up around my hips and tightened it using the clasps. The vibrator wasn’t centered over my pussy, so she unceremoniously grabbed it and moved it aside a bit, touching my pubic hair and labia with the back of her fingers. “Sorry,” she said, “it needed adjustment. Your pussy felt nice. I can’t believe it’s been like 12 years since I touched it.”

We both laughed at that. At this point, though, I would have been ready to relive some of those experiences. We used to spread our legs for one another, our pussies only slightly tufted with pubic hair, and we’d explore each other’s vaginas for what seemed like hours. Slipping in fingers, talking about sex and boys. It was pretty major for us at the time.

Ali stood up and said, “So you turn it on with this,” and she flicked on the switch. She continued, “I have to take my butt plug out, so I’ll be right back.” She walked away, her ass swaying beautifully, with the plug protruding from it.

I couldn’t believe the sensation of this thing I was wearing. The device was buzzing, and I was not sure I could keep from having an orgasm.

Ali came back quickly, and she was a vision of beauty. Her breasts were perky, topped by the hardest nipples I could have imagined. I already had sat down, just to relieve my weak knees. I was so aroused. She was smiling at me.

“How does it feel, sweetie?” she asked

“Incredible. I will probably come if I keep it on.” I said, feeling kind of incoherent.

“Well…. nothing wrong with that. I think you probably needed an orgasm. Unless you’d rather wait to have an orgasm with me after dinner.”

With that suggestion, I suddenly came. My hips bucked and my eyes shut and I grabbed the table’s edge. Ali leaned in and grabbed my hand. With her other hand, she reached down to my waistline, waited a little longer, and flicked the unit off.

“You needed that,” she said. “You had fallen behind me in orgasms.” She was beaming at me.

I was spent, and we hadn’t even eaten dinner. I smiled at Ali and said, “You’re going to have to replace the cushion on this chair. I’m sitting in a pool of my wetness.”

Marie appeared suddenly with trays of food. She served us, not aware that I’d had an orgasm, but she was aware of a funny silence at the table. The calm after the storm.

Marie said, “Ok, so why the silence? Aren’t you excited about my food?”

Ali said, “Elle just had an orgasm, hence the lull in conversation.”

I guess I had become bold enough about my state of undress, because I didn’t even think about the fact that I was nude in front of this relatively strange woman. And I was only slightly embarrassed for it be revealed that I had come just seconds before. Marie just smiled and said, “Congratulations. Did it feel good?” I nodded yes.

While Marie was placing the bowls and plates on the table, Ali grabbed an extra napkin from the table and gave it to me to wipe myself off with. She reached over to my crotch area and touched the strap-on unit and asked, “Do you want to take this off?”

I nodded yes, and she leaned further in and undid the clasps. With that, I stood up and away from the table and pulled the g-string down over my legs, stepping out of it. I put it on one of the extra chairs. It was covered in a combination of Ali’s and my juices.

We ate voraciously and laughed and talked about all sorts of things, some sexual, some not. It was amazing to be under the stars and so free with ourselves that we could slip in and out of any mode.

As we finished our food, I said, “We have to go in and tell Marie how great it was.”

Ali said, “Well, perfect timing because I need to masturbate. Do you want to go in and watch a movie with me?”

I said, “Definitely.”

“DESSERT”

We both went inside and went straight to the kitchen, where Marie was cleaning up a bit. She said, “Don’t worry about cleaning up… After I bring your dessert to you, I’ll take off so you guys can get more comfortable. I’ll come by after you leave tomorrow and finish cleaning up.”

We both said, again in unison, “Marie,” and then we looked at each other and giggled. And then Ali continued. “The meal was incredible. Thank you sooo much for cooking for us and making it such a special, easy evening.” Marie smiled and said, “You’re very welcome. Any time.”

I added that I wanted to learn Marie’s recipe for the sauce she made. Seeing Marie and I had a little to chat about, Ali said, “I’m going to get my dildo. Do you want one?”

I said, “Yeah, that’d be nice,” grinning sheepishly at her.

“Meet me in the living room?” Ali offered. I replied, “Uh huh. Be right there.”

I went to the bathroom to pee and wipe my pussy, although a lot of the juices had dried. Ali was on the couch by the TV with her legs spread wide, with her knees up at the height of her breast. Her ass was pushed down to the edge of the couch, fully exposing her groin area. Her tub of lubricant, the remote, and the extra dildo were next to her and her butt plug was again in her ass, in plain view. She was caressing her labia with her dildo. I walked over and stood above her, looking at her pussy.

“So are you ready for me to start the movie?” she asked.

“Yes. Where do you want me to sit? Do you want me to watch you masturbate or do you want me to masturbate with you?” I asked

“With me.” She was obviously aroused. “Sit across from me.” The couch was in an L shape, so I picked up the other dildo next to her and sat on the other section. While I was nervous, I freely lifted one leg onto the couch and spread my legs. She looked at me do that and plunged the dildo into her vagina. She was obviously wet; the slurping sounds were loud, and I could have sworn I could smell her scent from where I was.

Marie approached us and asked us while both of us openly touched ourselves in front of her, “Are you guys going to eat dessert. It’s just ice cream.”

Ali said, “Well maybe we’ll wait on it. I think we’re going to masturbate for a while right now,” she said matter-of-factly. “So if you want to go, go. Thank you so much for everything.”

“Ok,” said Marie. “So the ice cream’s in the freezer. You girls have a great time.” Marie smiled at me and said, “It was nice meeting you Elle.”

I was stroking my pussy with my fingers and said to her, “It was great meeting you. Thanks for being so open about us…uh…doing this.”

“My pleasure. I’ve seen Ali masturbate so many times; it’s really nothing. See you guys.” And with that Marie, turned around, collected her stuff and left.

“So she’s seen you a lot…,” I said to Ali.

“Yeah, we’ve become very open. I’m almost always nude when she keys into the place.”

I was getting even more excited hearing more about Ali exhibiting herself.

Ali continued. “Now I don’t hesitate to masturbate in front of her.” Ali and I were both touching our pussies, and she was caressing her left breast. “I was amazed at how open Marie was. Last time I was here, Marie and I were sitting around talking, and she told me about a spa she used to attend more regularly. It’s a club only for women, pretty much masturbation focused.”

“Pretty much?” I said, needing elaboration.

“Well, I guess it’s primarily straight women but some of them get together. But mostly it’s about self-pleasure. It’s like a hotel. You go and stay overnight and spend the your time there. There are classes on masturbation techniques and erotic photography and a lot of other stuff.” There was a pause as we both stroked our pussies a little more vigorously.

“I’ve always wanted to go, but was a little too intimidated; exhibiting myself to so many people at once.”

“So it’s a nude spa type of thing?” I asked. My pussy was dripping juice onto the couch.

“Yeah,” she responded, half out of it from arousal.

“Sounds interesting,” I said. It was! I couldn’t imagine what that would be like. It was hard enough to expose myself to people who were sort of “in the family.” I got up to get a towel to wipe up my juices and brought Ali one, too.

Ali switched on the movie—it was an Andrew Blake extravaganza—and we talked about the sexy scenes and what turned us on. The stroking would periodically reach a frenzy and then subside. By the time the movie was almost over, Ali and I were unbelievably aroused. She was so beautiful splayed out as she was, caressing all parts of her body.

I asked, “Do you want to come at the same time?”

Ali said, almost incoherent from her arousal, “I want you to come for me, and then I’ll come for you. Do you want to come soon?” she asked.

“Yes, I can come anytime.” I was lightly stroking my clit with one hand and moving the dildo in and out with the other. I was so wet, and the room was loud with slushing sounds.

Ali got up and was caressing her nipples. She sat next to me on the edge of the couch and put her hand on my left thigh and began caressing it.

“Any time you want,” she said.

I smiled and continued stroking. After of minute of lust-filled silence, my hips started moving and I cried out. Her hand was caressing my thigh and my stomach as I came.

I started giggling at the end of my orgasm, which seemed to last for a minute. It was heavenly.

She smiled and laughed too, and then sat back and spread her legs so that her pussy was about 2 feet from my face. She started stroking herself, and, punctuating another deep, erotic silence between us, she came harder than I’d seen her come all weekend.

We both collapsed from exhaustion, smiling and caressing our own breasts and stomachs and thighs, a little absentmindedly.

The rest of the evening, we stayed nude, had ice cream and fell asleep on the couch watching late night TV. In the middle of the night, we both got up and went to our respective rooms and crashed until late the next morning.

I woke up to the smell of sage and coffee, once again.

NEXT: DAY 3