Peeping over the parapet.....

An intriguing tale.
Thank you for recounting this experience, does wonders for my libido. Ido hope there is more to follow.

Just like a silent movie serial

Pamelaxx69 said:

I have often pondered on what was really going with Ivan and Janet, and have never really been able to make up my mind.

Ivan was in some ways the "loner" of my small group of photographers. The other three boys were very much a group, and made no pretence about their sexual inexperience. Although Ivan was clearly enjoying the experience, I quickly got the feeling that he wasn't quite as intrigued and fascinated as the other boys were about looking at my body and learning about the minute details of female anatomy. He had told me that he didn't have a girlfriend, but to me it seemed that he had seen it all before.

I didn't think much about it at all, but at the the end of what I think was our third studio session, Ivan took me completely by surprise. He very secretively and coyly asked if I thought it would be all right for him to bring his sister along to the next session.

I really didn't know what to say. I had no idea what he had in mind, and he seemed so embarrassed about it all that I didn't feel inclined to push him to explain further. Was he expecting she would photograph me along with the rest of them? Was he offering her as a model? Was he hoping I might do some two-girl shots with her?

I was intrigued enough to think it might be fun to go along with - I rationalised that if he had asked if his brother could come along, I would probably have agreed, so what could be the problem with his sister?

I did have the forethought to ask how old she was - she was just over a year older than him. That did a lot to reassure me, but I thought I ought to check a little further: "do you think your sister would really enjoy it?"

He blushed and said "we have talked about it. She really would."

That took me even more by surprise; my curiosity took over completely and I just said to him "that sounds really great, bring her along next time."

A look of relief came over his face, and he turned to go. I called him back and asked "do the others know about his?" He blushed again. and I felt sorry for prolonging his agony.

No, he hadn't mentioned it to them.

Then I let him go with what I hoped he would take as words of reassurance: "it's going to a great treat for all of us, then."

I could hardly wait for the next session to come along. I very curious about what might happen when Janet appeared, and even more intrigued about the realtionship between her and her younger brother.

Pamela

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Your sense of pacing and timing is impeccable, Pamela. You know how to build up an erotic story with such exquisite skill and how to break it off at just the right point for the most tantalizing effect. It's a great way to keep your audience constantly alert for your next installment.

Rose

My grateful thanks to all of you

Roseann4708 said:

Your sense of pacing and timing is impeccable, Pamela. You know how to build up an erotic story with such exquisite skill and how to break it off at just the right point for the most tantalizing effect. It's a great way to keep your audience constantly alert for your next installment.

Rose

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ohverbatum7 said:

An intriguing tale.
Thank you for recounting this experience, does wonders for my libido. I do hope there is more to follow.

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Inspirinious said:

Very intriguing! Well done. Staying tuned for the next episode.

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Dear Rose, ohverbatum7 and Inspirinious

Thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Believe me, the inspiration lies entirely with the real-life dramatis personae of the story.

I hope the succeeding episodes will do justice to the unforgettable contribution they made to my erotic development.

Pamela

You will get your answer!

FSUBasketball said:

Quite fascinating. Were the boys allowed to touch and feel as well or just look? Curious.

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Dear FSUB

Keep an eye on the posts about the Janet and Ivan adventures and you will learn more

Pamela

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Dear Rose, ohverbatum7 and Inspirinious

Thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Believe me, the inspiration lies entirely with the real-life dramatis personae of the story.

I hope the succeeding episodes will do justice to the unforgettable contribution they made to my erotic development.

Pamela

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Not to quibble, but isn't "real-lfe dramatis personae" a bit of an oxymoron, Pamela?

With the skill you've shown in the past there's no doubt in my mind that you'll do more than give their contribution justice. I for one can't wait to read all the installments.

Rose

More gee-string adventures

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Someone posted a message asking if I found it painful to have the ribbon of my tightly stretched gee-string pressing into my anus. I didn't take much notice of it at first, but when I thought about it a bit more I realised that the question raised some interesting issues.

The first and easy answer is that the whole experience of posing and being photographed in my gee-string was so exciting and stimulating that I wouldn't have cared, or even noticed, if it was feeling painful.


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I then went on to develop that theme.

What I neglected to say was that on several occasions I did find wearing my home-made gee-string very painful.

Going back a long way, one of my regular little erotic treats started when I went to secondary school. We had games one afternoon per week, and had to go to the sports field which was a little way from the school. Afterwards I would walk home directly from there. We had to have showers, so that involved taking my knickers off, as well as everything else. One afternoon I had a great idea - not bothering to put my knickers back on. That was bliss - I felt sexy and naughty and wonderful as I walked home, and it became a pretty regular weekly treat for me.

A little later, my best friend Amanda and I began what turned out to be a rather protracted project to produce a gee-string which was more or less wearable. We tested many designs, and during that process, much to Amanda's chagrin, I mercilessly teased her brother, Michael.

Teasing him was very easy. The noise of the sewing machine would let him know something was happening, and just to make everyone obvious I would ensure he could overhear a few tempting bits of conversation as well. When I was certain he was in his bedroom with the door slightly open I would go out onto the landing, stand in front of the full length mirror and, in very leisurely manner, check the fit of the latest version of the gee-string.

The first four or five "fittings" were completely theatrical - I stayed completely clothed while he watched and waited, hoping for something more interesting to happen. Even though I was teasing at that stage, I made sure that he knew exactly what the project was about, so that he would be in no doubt that watching and waiting might be very worthwhile; he saw me carry the gee-string out, hold it up, inspect it, try it on over my jeans.

The teasing went on for several weeks, but I was made constantly aware that Amanda was not at all keen that I should achieve my aim of posing on her parent's landing for the benefit of her brother, wearing nothing but a gee-string.

Fate, however, took a hand. One Saturday afternoon Amanda remembered that she needed to take her books back to the library before it closed - she didn't want to have to pay fines. While she was away I took the opportunity to put on my much anticipated show for Michael.

I made quite a bit of "busy" noise in Amanda's room to make sure that I had Michael's attention, and then I slowly walked out to the mirror. I was wearing only my bra and knickers, and I was very obviously carrying the gee-string in my hand. I fitted the gee-string over my knickers and pretended to check a few details while surreptitiously making sure that Michael was watching. I took the gee-string off again, and, just to get him excited, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers as though I was going to pull them down.

That was all a feint - I walked back into Amanda's room with my knickers still on. Once inside and out of sight, I took my knickers off and put the gee-string on. Then I waited for what seemed ages, but was probably only a couple of minutes, and then finally walked out to the mirror again, giving Michael the next teasing phase of his treat - Pamela in bra and gee-string.

That marked the real start of my first ever serious striptease performance. Since I was wearing a gee-string it was going to be very easy to show Michael my bottom, but I made sure I kept him waiting quite a long time for his first real glimpse. Ideally I would have kept him waiting longer, but I wanted to be sure I could give Michael the whole performance before Amanda came back from the library.

I was tingling with excitement when I did finally turn round to give Michael a really clear rear view. I heard a slight noise from his room and I guessed he had moved or knocked something and I took the opportunity to look over my shoulder. I smiled just to encourage him.

I was aware that my nipples had gone rock hard with all the excitement, so I slowly turned round to face Michael's door. I knew he would be able to see my pubic hair spilling out of my gee-string, and I wound up the tension by taking my breasts in my hands and massaging my nipples through my bra. I turned to face the mirror and very slowly reached round to unclip my bra.

I slipped my bra off and gave Michael a long side view of my breasts and jutting nipples. Then I turned my back to him, and with calculated slowness reached for the side tie which secured my gee-string. I pulled the bow very slowly, and when it was untied I started to slip the ribbon slowly down over my hips and bottom.

I didn't let it drop. I turned round to face Michael and slowly pulled the long end of the ribbon through the loop at the back of the gee-string. I judged the length of the ribbon and opened my legs at just the right moment for Michael see the back of the gee-string drop free.

I stood there for a moment holding the front of the gee-string over my pubic hair, then turned round to give Michael his first clear view of my completely bare bottom.

I knew that what I had to do next was to give Michael the longest and clearest full frontal view I possibly could, but I wasn't at all certain how to ensure that my finale would be suitably impressive. In the end I think it turned out rather clumsy, but certainly achieved my main of giving Michael a good show.

I turned round to face Michael's room with the unfastened gee-string still held with two hands more or less covering my pubic hair. I let it drop from one hand and held it out at arm's length in the other.

Michael was now getting his full frontal view, and I had no plans to cut my grand climax short. With no conscious plan I started to walk very slowly towards Michael's door. I began to see him quite clearly through the gap, but I kept walking. When I was about three paces away from the door I let the gee-sting drop and walked on another couple of paces.

I stood in the doorway. Michael was on a low chair, his eyes rivetted on my pubic hair. I let him look for a long time; eventually I turned round and started to walk very slowly away. As I got close to my gee-string I stopped again and very slowly bent from the waist. Just as my fingers touched the gee-string, I realised I had subconsciously created the perfect finale for my show. I was presenting Michael with a classic rear view from a distance of about two metres; bent to the waist, legs well apart, my vulva flooded with moisture and doubtless engorged. I held the pose and loved the thought of what Michael must be seeing.

I didn't want it to finish, but I knew Amanda would soon return. My subliminal erotic yearnings weren't quite finished, however; Michael got a really special finale. I reached behind me and gently massaged my vulva with two fingers. Very slowly I began to slip them into my vagina, moving them deeper inside and then in and out, drawing secretions outwards with every stroke. When I could feel I was soaking wet I moved my fingers backwards. The first touch confirmed what I already knew - my anus was puckered up, tight and rigid with anticipation. The thought of what Michael could see was exquisite, and I couldn't resist the temptation to massage my anus with the copious secretions from my vagina. I kept that going for a long time, dipping my fingers into my vagina from time to time to keep up the supply of moisture.

I was awakened to reality when I remembered that Amanda could be back at moment. My vulva and anus were completely soaked and I could feel my pubic hair was matted with moisture.

I picked up my gee-string and returned to Amanda's room. I found a towel and sat down on it and did my best to recover before Amanda came back.

As Amanda came back I was hoping I might have got away with my little display for Michael, but I wasn't quite prepared for what happened when she came back upstairs. She walked into her room - I was trying to look all innocent, but I saw Amanda was carrying my bra which I had left on the landing.

I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I had been up to something.

WOW!

The word precocious is inadequate to describe your treatment of Michael, although I’m sure he would have been the last to complain. If the anatomy lesson you gave him had half the effect on him that it has on me, it surely must have been the outstanding experience of his young life.

I wish your youth had all been photographed! Such a tease you are. And I want to see more of everything!

Gee String continued, with an excursion into wood

Pamelaxx69 said:

What I neglected to say was that on several occasions I did find wearing my home-made gee-string very painful.

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Having tested it out on Michael, the temptation to wear my gee-string to school was overwhelming, but I was seriously worried about the risks I thought I might be taking. Looking back, it all seems a bit irrational, but I had visions of being found out and sent home, and having to explain everything to my parents. I think it is one of those hang-ups parents, or more likely, grandparents, often give children: "make sure you have clean underwear in case you get knocked over". I am sure you have heard that one, but I think that was the sort of scenario which was really scaring me.

Eventually, with much trepidation, I did actually go through with my plan. I didn't even tell Amanda about it until later - I knew from experience that she wasn't entirely trustworthy and I realised that if she were in on the plot there was strong likelihood that my unconventional choice of underwear would be known througout the school before the end of the day.

I did manage to keep my secret to myself all day, but only at the cost of a lot of personal discomfort and chafing. In my erotic anticipation I had overlooked the fact that I had never road-tested my gee-string. I hadn't even given any thought to taking a back-up pair of ordinary knickers in case of trouble, but that was no surprise at all, it was a typical reflection of an all or nothing approach to erotic adventures which had been with me ever since I could remember. I realised early on that I was addicted to risk - my feeling of excitement and enjoyment always seemed much greater if I was fully committed to my plan of action with no way out or escape route.

One of my childhood adventures had been walking around the local wood with no clothes on. On a few occasions I managed to get Amanda to join me, but there was never the same excitement because Amanda was too scared to do it the way I wanted - she would never go very far from where we had put her clothes, and if I tried to get her to go further, she would insist on carrying her clothes with her. For me, that spoilt the whole thing. As I became more confident - or maybe the word should be foolhardy - my range for nude wandering expanded. I would often walk around for an hour or more, and for much of the time I would be at least three or four hundred metres from where I had hidden my clothes.

Amanda could never understand how excited it made me feel to do something which involved such a double risk - being discovered with no clothes on, and the possibility of someone else finding my clothes and maybe taking them or waiting until I came back.

I think the most thrilling venue for my nude adventures was a completely open area where the woodland bordered a sizeable pond.It was overlooked by houses maybe a hundred metres away, and normally that would have been a risk I wouldn't have taken. What made the difference was that with the pond in between, anyone who spotted me would have needed several minutes to get to me, by which time I would have got back to my clothes and escaped. One additional little frisson was that there was a boy at school who I rather fancied who lived in one of those houses, and I liked to imagine him looking out of his bedroom window and seeing me in the nude on the other side of the pond.

Back to the gee-string:

I became aware of incipient problems as I walked to school. The very features I loved about the gee-string were in fact the ones which created problems in everyday life. As I walked, the narrow fabric quickly slipped between my labia and there was nothing I could do about that - half way to school it was chafing uncomfortably. The narrow band of ribbon - carefully designed to make it impossible to conceal my anus - was causing discomfort, and the securing mechanism holding the gee-string round my waist was also problematic. That was a simple tie fixing, with a bow at the side. I loved the way it looked and worked as an aid to showing off - the ribbon had to be very tight to get the look I wanted - my plump pubis almost but not quite bursting out of a tiny strip of very taut fabric. The tensioning also allowed me to adjust the fit according to what I wanted to show off, notably the ability to pull the waistband down at the back and hold it there if I wanted to give a very dramatic view of my anus with a very thin strip of ribbon tightly stretched across it.

Whilst the tautly-stretched ribbon arrangement was brilliant for showing off on the beach or in the studio, it was showing its limitations quite clearly by the time I was half way to school. I wriggled and squirmed in my seat through several lessons, but at lunch time I finally gave up on one erotic experiment and embarked, of necessity, on another - no knickers at all. There wasn't a huge amount of risk involved in that, but there was the potential embarrassment of having a clearly visible damp spot on the back of my skirt after a protracted session sitting down. The other risk involved was one of childish games the boys sometimes played - to flick up the back of a girl's skirt to see what sort of knickers she was wearing.

All in all I was pretty careful for the whole afternoon!

Pamela

The Illustrated Gee-String

Pamelaxx69 said:

The very features I loved about the gee-string were in fact the ones which created problems in everyday life. As I walked, the narrow fabric quickly slipped between my labia and there was nothing I could do about that - half way to school it was chafing uncomfortably. The narrow band of ribbon - carefully designed to make it impossible to conceal my anus - was causing discomfort, and the securing mechanism holding the gee-string round my waist was also problematic. That was a simple tie fixing, with a bow at the side. I loved the way it looked and worked as an aid to showing off - the ribbon had to be very tight to get the look I wanted - my plump pubis almost but not quite bursting out of a tiny strip of very taut fabric. The tensioning also allowed me to adjust the fit according to what I wanted to show off, notably the ability to pull the waistband down at the back and hold it there if I wanted to give a very dramatic view of my anus with a very thin strip of ribbon tightly stretched across it.

Pamela

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I think I have kept everyone waiting long enough for the pictorial proof. Here is the first of several illustrations of the garment being put to its
intended use.

Pamela's gee-string with the ribbon tightly stretched

Yes, maybe a little ashamed, but not for long.

ohverbatum7 said:

The word precocious is inadequate to describe your treatment of Michael, although I’m sure he would have been the last to complain. If the anatomy lesson you gave him had half the effect on him that it has on me, it surely must have been the outstanding experience of his young life.

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I do admit I felt just a little embarrassed about the way I had used him to satisfy my own carnal desires, but on reflection I decided that things were pretty even on both sides. I can't recall accurately after all this time, but I am absolutely certain that as soon as I had the opportunity I would have masturbated to the erotic memories of that afternoon's activities. I am also certain beyond any doubt that Michael would have done the same.

I did subsequently reward Michael again with a gee-string display in the garden. Amanda and I were sunbathing in the garden one morning, and we both knew from past experience that Michael would be looking out of his window - probably on the off chance that I might decide to go topless, something Amanda and I did from time to time. Amanda had an appointment somewhere or other during the morning, so I stayed on in the garden alone.

I had been prepared for that; once Amanda had gone I walked back into the house, took off my bikini and put on a gee-string. I walked back out to the garden topless (and very nearly bottomless as well!), carrying my safety precaution, a fabric wrap which matched the gee string, just in case anyone came home unexpectedly.

I lay back down and entertained Michael with quite a lot of wriggling and shuffling. It was no hardship to stay there, but I decided eventually that it could be about time for Amanda to come back. I entertained Michael with my topless front view for a few minutes as I sorted things out in the garden, and then went inside to put my bikini back on so I could pretend to Amanda that I had behaved properly at all times.

I don't know how she would always manage to catch me out, but she did that time as well. A few weeks later she presented me with several photographs she had "confiscated" from Michael after finding them while snooping around in his room.

She didn't say much, but her look spoke volumes!

Pamela in a gee-string - Michael getting lucky

Michael getting really lucky - a glimpse of Pamela's shaved labia

By that time I had begun to experiment with partial trimming of my pubic hair - I didn't dare shave it all off in case my family noticed and started asking questions. I think Michael was probably the first person to get the benefit of my new erotic experimentation.

Pamela

The part of me that is now wishing I was Michael is begging you to turn over!

Would that do much good?

random8 said:

The part of me that is now wishing I was Michael is begging you to turn over!

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If I were to turn over you would be trading a view of my bum and a good portion of shaved labia for a view of a rather substandard gee-string (early model, rather baggy) which hides most but not all of my pubic hair, but does not pull tighly enough to define the true shape of my pubis. You would also be getting my breasts and nipples.

Is that the deal you were looking for?

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

If I were to turn over you would be trading a view of my bum and a good portion of shaved labia for a view of a rather substandard gee-string (early model, rather baggy) which hides most but not all of my pubic hair, but does not pull tighly enough to define the true shape of my pubis. You would also be getting my breasts and nipples.

Is that the deal you were looking for?

Pamela

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Love your breasts, and the thought of your nipples has me drooling

Pamelaxx69 said:

If I were to turn over you would be trading a view of my bum and a good portion of shaved labia for a view of a rather substandard gee-string (early model, rather baggy) which hides most but not all of my pubic hair, but does not pull tighly enough to define the true shape of my pubis. You would also be getting my breasts and nipples.

Is that the deal you were looking for?

Pamela

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I will take that deal for more pics of your wonderfulness.

I missed out something which you might think important!

Inspirinious said:

I will take that deal for more pics of your wonderfulness.

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I forgot to mention that the rear view Michael had also included a hint of the darker pigmentation of my anus, with the gee-string ribbon stretched across it.

Would that change your mind about swapping views?


Take another look!

Pamela

PS Or maybe you don't like that kind of thing!

I may have missed out on this, but did you ever have sex with Michael?

I bet he has "ripped" his poor cock so many times thinking about your sweet sex.

Curiosity......

prop69 said:

I may have missed out on this, but did you ever have sex with Michael?

I bet he has "ripped" his poor cock so many times thinking about your sweet sex.

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......killed the cat, but I will let you get away with it


Straight answer is no.

Even straighter answer is definitely not. Ever!

Fact is I didn't fancy him, which means, I guess, that many people would say I used him. In my defence, I would say, as I have already, that no harm was done to either of us by what went on.

Amanda and I did get him to join us on one of our trips to the wood. He kept asking her why we liked going there, and she just told him that if he wanted to find out he would have to come with us and do as he was told.

Pamelaxx69 said:

One of my childhood adventures had been walking around the local wood with no clothes on. On a few occasions I managed to get Amanda to join me, but there was never the same excitement because Amanda was too scared to do it the way I wanted - she would never go very far from where we had put her clothes, and if I tried to get her to go further, she would insist on carrying her clothes with her. For me, that spoilt the whole thing. As I became more confident - or maybe the word should be foolhardy - my range for nude wandering expanded. I would often walk around for an hour or more, and for much of the time I would be at least three or four hundred metres from where I had hidden my clothes.

Amanda could never understand how excited it made me feel to do something which involved such a double risk - being discovered with no clothes on, and the possibility of someone else finding my clothes and maybe taking them or waiting until I came back.

I think the most thrilling venue for my nude adventures was a completely open area where the woodland bordered a sizeable pond.It was overlooked by houses maybe a hundred metres away, and normally that would have been a risk I wouldn't have taken. What made the difference was that with the pond in between, anyone who spotted me would have needed several minutes to get to me, by which time I would have got back to my clothes and escaped. One additional little frisson was that there was a boy at school who I rather fancied who lived in one of those houses, and I liked to imagine him looking out of his bedroom window and seeing me in the nude on the other side of the pond.

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He had already guessed that whatever it was we got up to, it probably involved nudity, so as we walked there Amanda and I wound him up a little just to get him in the mood.

When we got into the wood Amanda told him what the rules were: if he wanted to find out more he would have to take all his clothes off. There followed quite a bit of prevarication on his part, and quite a bit of teasing and tempting on ours, but we both knew he was too far in to back out. Eventually his clothes came off and he stood there in the middle of the wood hiding his penis with his hands.

Amanda had always been the bossy one, and she wasn't going to have any truck with him. I soon had my first view of Amanda's rather scrawny elder brother with his rather sad looking penis showing possibly the first stirrings of an erection.

Amanda hadn't quite finished; she quickly confiscated his clothes and put there them behind us, so Michael couldn't easily get them. Then she told him he had to stand where he was with his hands by his side

Amanda and I didn't say a word, I think we both had much the same idea what we would do. I sensed that I was the real bait for Michael - he had already seen Amanda nude from time to time. I knew from what Amanda had told me that Michael had the real hots for me - he constantly nagged her to tell him what my nipples were like and how much pubic hair I had.

With that in mind, I set to work on my victim. As I started to unbutton my blouse I looked over at Michael and saw that his penis was already beginning to respond. I found that very flattering and I warmed to Michael immediately; after that I kept my eyes on his penis to give me an indication of how well my show was going down with the audience.

I didn't need to worry. By the time I was reaching round to unfasten my bra strap Michael's penis was rock hard, surprisingly large and inclined well towards the vertical. Meanwhile Amanda was clearly itching to get in on the action - maybe she felt that Michael was getting too fixated on me, but whatever it was she wasn't far behind.

I got my knickers off before Amanda, but not by much. I was quite surprised at how keen she was to keep up with me - I had assumed that stripping for her brother wouldn't have been too much of a turn on, but I was clearly wrong about that. She then decided to be nice to Michael in another way - she told him he didn't have to stand to attention any more. I was glad about that because it would have been difficult for me to show off properly with him standing to attention. I was relieved to see that Michael's penis showed no signs of responding to Amanda's instruction to "stand easy".

Amanda didn't quite let Michael off the hook at that point. She told him that he had been invited to the wood so he could ask me all the questions he had been asking her about my body for the last few months. He blushed crimson and I felt sorry for him. Amanda asked him for his first question, and predictably it was about my pubic hair. I invited Michael to come over and see for himself. I gestured to him to kneel down and felt a delicious shiver of lust come over me as he looked between my legs.

I had decided that I was going to let Michael see anything he wanted. Amanda looked on as I parted my legs and spread my labia apart. Then I stood on one leg with the other lifted high so that Michael could see my vagina - that seemed to motivate Amanda. She called Michael over and asked him whether he preferred her c u n t or mine - she did use that word, it was one of her favourites!

Amanda's instruction surprised and fascinated me, but I soon realised that although it was clumsily put, all Amanda wanted was to get the same attention from Michael as I was getting.

And so the afternoon went on. Amanda and I posed in every conceivable manner, and Michael quickly discovered that girls are very similar in many ways
but very different in others. He compared my dark and bristly pubic hair with Amanda's silky and almost see through bush. He compared the hair growth and pigmentation around our anuses.

I was particularly impressed when Michael asked very diffidently if he could see my clitoris; I was very pleased to show it to him and he seemed delighted to be allowed to see it. He looked for a long time and then said "lovely, thank you." That seemed to spur Amanda's competitive streak. She said "OK, how about mine?"

I had a slight sense of foreboding as Michael knelt down in front of Amanda. She splayed her labia and I heard Michael gasp. "Wow, that's so big and so sexy!" Amanda looked over at me and smirked. I could beat her on the breasts and nipples front, and there was no disputing that my pubis was much more voluptuous than hers, but Michael had discovered my Achilles heel and just given Amanda a mighty victory.

I forgave Michael of course. Eventually I even forgave Amanda.

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

Just when I am feeling comfy you have to nag me to turn over

Pamela Bristling!

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no nagging necessary. just lots of mutual archaeological digging

Not sure I get the gist!

techsailor said:

no nagging necessary. just lots of mutual archaeological digging

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But thank you for the post, and welcome to my thread.

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

I forgot to mention that the rear view Michael had also included a hint of the darker pigmentation of my anus, with the gee-string ribbon stretched across it.

Would that change your mind about swapping views?


Take another look!

Pamela

PS Or maybe you don't like that kind of thing!

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Actually I am an ass lover. I love to lightly stroke a woman's ass with my fingers, my tongue, the tip of my cock. Very wonderful female landscape. And so close to the important girly bits. Textures, aromas, tastes. Yummy!

"Would that change your mind about swapping views?" Hmm, maybe if you spread your legs a little more.

Clarification please!

Inspirinious said:

"Would that change your mind about swapping views?" Hmm, maybe if you spread your legs a little more.

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Does that mean you would like an open leg frontal view wearing a gee-string?

Just trying to get this right!

Pamela

Pamelaxx69 said:

Does that mean you would like an open leg frontal view wearing a gee-string?

Just trying to get this right!

Pamela

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I will gladly accept an open leg, gee-string view from either the front or back. Not trying to be too greedy here.

P.S. I love the story about you, Michael, and Amanda. Great stuff!

Thank you!

Inspirinious said:

I love the story about you, Michael, and Amanda. Great stuff!

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Glad you liked it. I did (mis)spend a lot of time with Amanda when we were teenagers!

Pamela