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Hello Gaia!
Hi and welcome back rbijon
Thank you Lorraine for helping out our new guests...
UZ IZ FOREVER Sienna's Place.
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Hi and welcome back rbijon
Thank you Lorraine for helping out our new guests...
UZ IZ FOREVER
Sienna
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major seems nice. I like him
Yes it was funny, no it was effin hilarious
Let us hope he posts quite a lot of comments
I agree with you, reading back, he does seem a nice person 
Gaia_Lorraine
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Hi and welcome back rbijon
Thank you Lorraine for helping out our new guests...
rbijon is online and I missed his post?
What a useless hostess I am :caning:
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Hi and welcome back rbijon
Thank you Lorraine for helping out our new guests...
*pinch*
just because......
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rbijon is online and I missed his post?
What a useless hostess I am :caning:
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By the way... that is a lot of movies to add to our series. I might have to organise something that will take up less time to add...
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Let us hope he posts quite a lot of comments
Sienna, check out my posts about blue balls and handjobs.
Hope to see you on ACN tonight. Kisses
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By the way... that is a lot of movies to add to our series. I might have to organise something that will take up less time to add...
Hey, you started it with posting that first clip, hehe.
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Hi MrBrett
... thank you for the link And regarding chat on ACN? Well, you know that is usually difficult sometimes. I would prefer you to just comment on this thread. There is no guaranteed communication on ACN...
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Hi MrBrett
You're welcome love. No problem with commenting on this thread. I just feel chatting is easier on ACN since it is real time communication. I don't want sex everytime that we chat on ACN, silly cumslut
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I went in search of something but found something else instead....
When our Sienna went out to play netball
She donned her knickers, her shorts and her top
And looked up to her forwards
An enthusiasm that not could stop
Determined to win all the great prizes
The smallest girl in class by a mile
But with netball she stood little chance
Sport was not her strength, and bouncing the ball her only dance
The net was far too high, though she tried her best
To throw the ball lofty and over the heads into the nest
For the smallest girl in the class
Stood back and threw and no one knew
Fuckydoody she did it!
When our Sienna went out to play netball
She donned her knickers, her shorts and her top
And looked up to her forwards
An enthusiasm that not could stop
Determined to win all the great prizes
The smallest girl in class by a mile
But with netball she stood little chance
Sport was not her strength, and bouncing the ball her only dance
The net was far too high, though she tried her best
To throw the ball lofty and over the heads into the nest
For the smallest girl in the class
Stood back and threw and no one knew
Fuckydoody she did it!
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You're welcome love. No problem with commenting on this thread. I just feel chatting is easier on ACN since it is real time communication. I don't want sex everytime that we chat on ACN, silly cumslut
...You have cybersex with lots of "people" on ACN
... so I'm told Quote from your link...
"...Men are not alone in experiencing the discomfort of unrelieved vasocongestion. Women's genitals also become engorged with blood during sexual arousal and, like their male counterparts, women can experience pelvic heaviness and aching if they do not reach orgasm..."
I can identify with that statement. The solution is simple... masturbate after sex (rare) or get him/her to bring you to orgasm before penetration. All depends on how you have sex. Also, during periods (I suffer from PD or primary dysmenorrhea) this can add to the painful cramps... and it is unpleasant
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You have cybersex with lots of "people" on ACN
And who are your sources?
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You have cybersex with lots of "people" on ACN
Quote from your link...
"...Men are not alone in experiencing the discomfort of unrelieved vasocongestion. Women's genitals also become engorged with blood during sexual arousal and, like their male counterparts, women can experience pelvic heaviness and aching if they do not reach orgasm..."
I can identify with that statement. The solution is simple... masturbate after sex (rare) or get him/her to bring you to orgasm before penetration. All depends on how you have sex. Also, during periods (I suffer from PD or primary dysmenorrhea) this can add to the painful cramps... and it is unpleasant
My wife has spoken of the "heaviness" down there before....what with all the blood engorgement. Not to a displeasant point though; more of a reminder of what we've done.....
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They are in confidence MrBrett... I can not say
Is it bad that I am sexually active through text on ACN?
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Is it bad that I am sexually active through text on ACN?
Not at all MrBrett. That is why this website is called "Literotica" and the word "cybersex" exists. Millions of human beings have sexual rendezvous on the internet today. And, the more "live" the better for "shared masturbation" which also brings an increase in "webcam" dating or even phone sex.
But to add, it is also sad
... physical contact is still much better in sex and so cybersex maybe fun, it isn't the natural and "real" thing... just fantasy and one to one entertainment
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Not at all MrBrett. That is why this website is called "Literotica" and the word "cybersex" exists. Millions of human beings have sexual rendezvous on the internet today. And, the more "live" the better for "shared masturbation" which also brings an increase in "webcam" dating or even phone sex.
But to add, it is also sad
I agree that physical contact is always best but if you remember, my priorities are on my schoolwork. Have my whole life to be with women. Have one shot at my career, technically.
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Ah! fantasy
I just found what I was looking for....
Three Course Meal (Part 2)
Chapter 1. A Chat Over Dinner
It is now almost twelve months since Pete and I had discretely performed a sex act upon each other beneath the table in the middle of an Italian restaurant and the reminiscence of it still excites me. On reflection I consider this event to be the defining moment that really brought us together as a couple, a shared experience that would live with the two of us forever.
Soon afterwards he suggested I moved into his apartment in the suburbs and I jumped at the offer, taking the opportunity to rediscover my freedom away from my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents but, well, I’m a bit of a wild child and I felt a little constrained and claustrophobic living in the same house. Combined with this was the fact that Pete has a fetish and I desperately wanted to explore more because, I confess, it certainly gives me one hell of a buzz also. His craze for pantyhose, preferably with a girl in them though not essential, became evident that night and touched primordial feelings in me of exhibitionism, power and a love of being appreciated, possibly even worshipped.
Moving into Pete’s apartment was more natural than either of us had anticipated and we soon settled in to our new life together. My first priority was to convert what was an obvious batchelor pad into something habitable and add the essential feminine touch, an objective that was achieved not without complaint but with an abundance of gratitude. Now organised, dust free and relieved of strewn clothes I was ready and prepared to move on to our primary agenda, that of experimenting with my feelings.
I wanted to be photographed and filmed, I needed to feel like a sexy model and Pete, being a keen photographer with all the necessary gear, leapt at the suggestion. Soon we were playing around with the camera taking various shots of me wearing different dresses, skirts and underwear and always with pantyhose. Each session aroused me intensely and we always ended with what can only be described as a passionate fuck.
Each and every session became more and more daring, what had begun with me as a camera-shy novice was slowly turning into a desire to go one stage further. I was now willingly, perhaps over-willingly, spreading my legs and opening myself to the camera. The thrill of it always makes me cream and the stain on the pantyhose crotch in close up can be seen in many of the end shots. I distinctly remember one afternoon when I was particularly sexed-up with my hand down frigging myself when, I squirted. The pics of my pantyhose crotch are amazing to see, my hot juice contained but spreading down my ass and over my thighs as if trying to find a course like a breached dam in a contained valley.
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“So, what shall we do tomorrow?” asked Pete as we sat down for a quiet evening meal and a chat together. It was a Sunday night and we had both taken the following week off work to chill out, relax and have some fun together.
“Good question,” I replied. “I suppose we could either stay here and do one of our photo shoots or we can go out, I’m up for either.”
He thought for a while before daring to suggest “Or maybe we could go out and do a photo shoot?”
“In public?” I asked earnestly.
“Why not?” he winked.
He was daring me to do what I had secretly always wanted to do and I was aroused by the idea. “What exactly are you suggesting?” I probed.
“I’m thinking on my feet, I’m not sure yet, perhaps in the City Square or one of the major stores.”
I blushed slightly before saying “Fuck off! I’m not getting arrested. If we are gonna do this then it has to be under my terms. You take control of the camera and I’ll choose the locations!”
Every woman is born with the gift of her body and as she matures she may or may not learn to utilise this fundamental facet for gain, pleasure or reward in some way. In my case I have discovered that I get pleasure from rewarding men who ogle at me and by this I don’t mean that I want to have sex with them, just simply that if I cheer up their day then it cheers up mine too.
“You’ve done this before?”
“Yes. Many times.” I was being honest.
“I’m not really surprised, it’s why I love you and to be truthful it turns me on.”
“By that you mean satisfiying your pantyhose fetish?” I needed to clarify.
“Yes, but far more than that, if you have a desire to exhibit then I also have a fetish to be there and watch. I want to hear one of your favourite stories when you flashed yourself.”
I thought for a moment, pondering whether to tell him was wise or not. I took a deep breath.
“OK,” I began. “I’m not happy with the term ‘flash’ it sounds like a dirty old man in a Mac; but to get on with the story….
I began my career in sales but I didn’t like the company, the boss or the product. Not good when you’re trying to sell all three. One day we had a troupe of potential clients in the demo room, the boss did his usual boring spiel and then handed over to me. It was obvious the six guys had about as much interest as a school of dead fish on the beach and their opened yawning mouths reflected it. As I stood up I decided to liven things up and opened two middle buttons on my blouse. From that moment on every time I pointed to the overhead screen they all had a good clear view of my lacy bra and volcanic peaks.”
Pete laughed, “Did you get the sale?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, “I got the sale and the sack.”
“The sack? How could you possibly get sacked for that?”
“Because my boss thought I had done it for him. Lesson learned, only flash in front of strangers.”
“Oh dear, he tried it on with you after that didn’t he?”
I reflected, “In truth he’d been trying it on with me since I started working with the company and I was glad to get out but that’s not the best flash I ever did.” Rapidly changing the subject as I didn’t want to think about that creep of a boss anymore.
“Now you have me intrigued,” Pete replied with a huge grin, “tell me, tell me!”
“You have heard me talk of my best friend Robyn haven’t you?”
“Yes, she sounds lovely.”
“She is gorgeous, but to this day I still don’t know whether she did it deliberately or not.”
“Did what?”
Out poured my story…
We had spent the evening together at a concert at the Philharmonic and followed the evening up with a drink at the wine bar around the corner. By the time we caught a taxi home we were, shall we say, content with life.
As we lived round the corner from each other the dropping off point was obviously on the corner of our two streets and I opened the rear taxi door to step out while Robyn paid the driver.
Soon she followed me, but allow me to explain something. I was wearing a three-quarter length gypsy frock with full buttons at the front and I was at that point where I had extracted myself from the vehicle and about to raise myself to full standing position when Robyn decided to follow me out of the cab. Her foot stood on the trail of my dress that had not yet completed its journey with me. I continued to move forward but my frock didn’t. In rapid movement one by one the buttons popped open as I stood up and I felt the material slide off my shoulders and finally part company with me. Had it not been for my right arm that was still supporting me out of the portal I would have been totally de-frocked.
“Oh my God! How embarassing!” interjected Pete, “stood in the street with only your undies.”
“Wrong,” I retorted.
“Wrong?”
“Beneath my frock there was no material, not a single stitch and as I stood up I came face to face with a guy walking his dog, he saw everything, runway strip, pinky and perky, the lot.” Pete’s face was a picture as I watched him trying to imagine the scene.
He quickly pulled himself together, “Who spoke first?”
“I did, I watched him eye my body as I retrieved my frock and wrapped it back around my shoulders without buttoning it before saying ‘I bet you don’t see this every day.’ Amazingly he looked me straight in the eyes and replied ‘No I don’t and thank you, you are very beautiful’ and that was the moment I realised that some men just like to look“
“Yes they do but tell me what about Robyn?” Pete asked.
“Robyn did as one expects any close friend to do, she fell back onto the cab seat in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.”
I realised he was a voyeur and the very food of an exhibitionist such as me, to thrive and a protector to survive.
Our evil spiral had begun. I winked at him, tomorrow.
Chapter 2. Dowtown, Upskirt.
When I awoke the next morning I feklt like a young child on Christmas Day, excited by the thought of my presents yet not knowing what was in them. What was to be unwrapped would be a total surprise and undoubtedly a mixture of wonderment and disappointment.
My first objective was to decide upon my appearance; Goth, schoolgirl, secretarial or slut. I took a long shower while I thought about it before choosing.
Slut was definitely out, this was to be the first time that I would be captured on film in public and I wanted a touch of sophistication. Maybe another time, as chuckled to myself.
“Let’s begin with hairstyle and make-up and build on that,” I suggested to myself.
Tying back my long ginger locks into ponytails I looked at my reflection in the mirror. “No,” I said to myself, it would be an obvious display of my intentions and I wanted to be a little subtler than that. The schoolgirl look was out. Neither did I fancy dying my hair blue, donning black lip gloss and wearing heavy metal jewelry.
“Here’s to the secretary from heaven,” winking at my reflection before suddenly taking pleasure in watching myself playing with my breasts, the pink puffy nipples quickly crinkled. I was in the mood, oh yes.
I applied foundation, a soft pink blusher, eye make-up and a red lip gloss, my red hair curled slightly but still flowed gently over my shoulders.
On went the top, a pink, short-sleeved satin number with a loose plunging neckline that fell open when I leant forwards, and the absence of a bra beneath was not forgetfulness on my part. I rummaged through the pile of unopened packs of pantyhose trying to pick a perfect pair. I chose tan. I held them up to the light and watched them shine with a lustre of a million diamonds. This was an expensive pair that I had been saving for a special occasion such as this, they had no seams nor reinforced crotch, just pure glistening material throughout.
I leered with intent as I glided the silky material up over my legs and enjoyed watching the transformation of my soft sallow skin into a sexy shimmering sheen. I stood as I slowly eased the pantyhose over my buttocks before appraising myself in the mirror. My reflection scolded me with a wink for not wearing any panties and I responded with a slap on my right ass cheek, “Naughty girl!”
I decided to compromise a little with the skirt by choosing a white quarter length one with pleats and quite school-girlish but from looking at our photo shoots it did precisely what I needed. It was made of soft material and was a slave to gravity such that if I sat and crossed my legs it would slide down revealing my thighs. Of course any normal girl would not allow this to happen, but this was not going to be a normal day.
All that remained to decide upon was my footwear. I really didn’t want to wear high heels but I had no choice, flat shoes would have destroyed the look, but spending the afternoon walking around the city would take its’ toll on my feet. Stiletto boots, shoes or sandals?
“Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Pete as I eventually emerged from the bathroom, “you look fucking gorgeous!”
“Thanks.” I replied, genuinely pleased with his response. He sprang from his chair and dashed towards me seeking a kiss and a fondle and I had to fend him off.
“NO!” I yelled, “this has taken me hours to prepare at least give it a chance to work its’ magic.”
He laughed, “You’re right, but I promise you this; every minute of today that passes I’m going to want you even more, to the point that I doubt I could last the day. You look stunning.”
It was my turn to laugh, “What you going to do? Fuck me on an underground train in the rush hour?”
It was an underground metro station where our adventure began although we were so far out of town that it was overground with a thirty minute journey and fifteen stops. A train was already waiting on the platform and the carriages were dotted with the heads of a few passengers, after all it was eleven in the morning and all the commuters had long gone. Suddenly I saw an opportunity.
“Do as I say,” I spoke earnestly to Pete, “pretend that you are not with me, OK?”
“OK,” he murmured like a spy on some covert mission, “what do you want me to do?”
“Don’t sit with me, find a seat where you can roll the camera discretely.”
The buzzer sounded on the train to warn that the doors were about to close. “Go to the end door!” I demanded.
I ran to the closing door at the front of the carriage and delberately wedged my body so that the train could not depart until Pete had succeeded in entering at the back. Mission accomplished I finally entered pretending to be flustered and panting as if I had sprinted for the train. I grabbed hold of the hand rail and spun myself round to come down with a thud on the seat directly opposite a rather attractive gentleman.
At the front where I had entered was a set of four seats running along the length of the carriage facing each other. The gentleman had obviously chosen it because it was nearest to the door, whereas I had chosen mine because it faced him. The sudden arrival that had caused my thighs to accidentally display themselves was soon recovered as I straightened my skirt, looked up and smiled.
I studied his eyes as he smiled back, they flickered, desperately wanting to look down but were restrained while I was watching him. I did the honourable thing and pretended to read the magazine I had purchased from the foyer.
Pete meanwhile had scuttled his way along the aisle and was now sitting in the first row of seats that faced forward and was parallel to the gentleman’s left shoulder. I could just discern his small hand-held video camera hidden beneath his jacket and hoped he was capturing the expressions on the guy’s face.
I crossed my legs innocently whle appearing to concentrate upon the magazine and felt the soft material of my pleated skirt slide down my thighs, but made no attempt to rectify. I could see my right thigh was now exposed all the way to my buttock and a quick glance across to Pete confirmed that it was being captured on film. He winked at me and smiled but I did not return the gesture for I knew that by winking may arouse suspiscion
I felt the train breaking as we approached the next station and quickly looked up at the underground map situated above his head.
“Caught you,” I said to myself as his eyes darted away. I smiled inwardly.
A few more passengers boarded but fortunately found their own electron shells and left us alone. Re-crossing my legs I continued to read.
I just found what I was looking for....
Three Course Meal (Part 2)
Chapter 1. A Chat Over Dinner
It is now almost twelve months since Pete and I had discretely performed a sex act upon each other beneath the table in the middle of an Italian restaurant and the reminiscence of it still excites me. On reflection I consider this event to be the defining moment that really brought us together as a couple, a shared experience that would live with the two of us forever.
Soon afterwards he suggested I moved into his apartment in the suburbs and I jumped at the offer, taking the opportunity to rediscover my freedom away from my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents but, well, I’m a bit of a wild child and I felt a little constrained and claustrophobic living in the same house. Combined with this was the fact that Pete has a fetish and I desperately wanted to explore more because, I confess, it certainly gives me one hell of a buzz also. His craze for pantyhose, preferably with a girl in them though not essential, became evident that night and touched primordial feelings in me of exhibitionism, power and a love of being appreciated, possibly even worshipped.
Moving into Pete’s apartment was more natural than either of us had anticipated and we soon settled in to our new life together. My first priority was to convert what was an obvious batchelor pad into something habitable and add the essential feminine touch, an objective that was achieved not without complaint but with an abundance of gratitude. Now organised, dust free and relieved of strewn clothes I was ready and prepared to move on to our primary agenda, that of experimenting with my feelings.
I wanted to be photographed and filmed, I needed to feel like a sexy model and Pete, being a keen photographer with all the necessary gear, leapt at the suggestion. Soon we were playing around with the camera taking various shots of me wearing different dresses, skirts and underwear and always with pantyhose. Each session aroused me intensely and we always ended with what can only be described as a passionate fuck.
Each and every session became more and more daring, what had begun with me as a camera-shy novice was slowly turning into a desire to go one stage further. I was now willingly, perhaps over-willingly, spreading my legs and opening myself to the camera. The thrill of it always makes me cream and the stain on the pantyhose crotch in close up can be seen in many of the end shots. I distinctly remember one afternoon when I was particularly sexed-up with my hand down frigging myself when, I squirted. The pics of my pantyhose crotch are amazing to see, my hot juice contained but spreading down my ass and over my thighs as if trying to find a course like a breached dam in a contained valley.
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“So, what shall we do tomorrow?” asked Pete as we sat down for a quiet evening meal and a chat together. It was a Sunday night and we had both taken the following week off work to chill out, relax and have some fun together.
“Good question,” I replied. “I suppose we could either stay here and do one of our photo shoots or we can go out, I’m up for either.”
He thought for a while before daring to suggest “Or maybe we could go out and do a photo shoot?”
“In public?” I asked earnestly.
“Why not?” he winked.
He was daring me to do what I had secretly always wanted to do and I was aroused by the idea. “What exactly are you suggesting?” I probed.
“I’m thinking on my feet, I’m not sure yet, perhaps in the City Square or one of the major stores.”
I blushed slightly before saying “Fuck off! I’m not getting arrested. If we are gonna do this then it has to be under my terms. You take control of the camera and I’ll choose the locations!”
Every woman is born with the gift of her body and as she matures she may or may not learn to utilise this fundamental facet for gain, pleasure or reward in some way. In my case I have discovered that I get pleasure from rewarding men who ogle at me and by this I don’t mean that I want to have sex with them, just simply that if I cheer up their day then it cheers up mine too.
“You’ve done this before?”
“Yes. Many times.” I was being honest.
“I’m not really surprised, it’s why I love you and to be truthful it turns me on.”
“By that you mean satisfiying your pantyhose fetish?” I needed to clarify.
“Yes, but far more than that, if you have a desire to exhibit then I also have a fetish to be there and watch. I want to hear one of your favourite stories when you flashed yourself.”
I thought for a moment, pondering whether to tell him was wise or not. I took a deep breath.
“OK,” I began. “I’m not happy with the term ‘flash’ it sounds like a dirty old man in a Mac; but to get on with the story….
I began my career in sales but I didn’t like the company, the boss or the product. Not good when you’re trying to sell all three. One day we had a troupe of potential clients in the demo room, the boss did his usual boring spiel and then handed over to me. It was obvious the six guys had about as much interest as a school of dead fish on the beach and their opened yawning mouths reflected it. As I stood up I decided to liven things up and opened two middle buttons on my blouse. From that moment on every time I pointed to the overhead screen they all had a good clear view of my lacy bra and volcanic peaks.”
Pete laughed, “Did you get the sale?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, “I got the sale and the sack.”
“The sack? How could you possibly get sacked for that?”
“Because my boss thought I had done it for him. Lesson learned, only flash in front of strangers.”
“Oh dear, he tried it on with you after that didn’t he?”
I reflected, “In truth he’d been trying it on with me since I started working with the company and I was glad to get out but that’s not the best flash I ever did.” Rapidly changing the subject as I didn’t want to think about that creep of a boss anymore.
“Now you have me intrigued,” Pete replied with a huge grin, “tell me, tell me!”
“You have heard me talk of my best friend Robyn haven’t you?”
“Yes, she sounds lovely.”
“She is gorgeous, but to this day I still don’t know whether she did it deliberately or not.”
“Did what?”
Out poured my story…
We had spent the evening together at a concert at the Philharmonic and followed the evening up with a drink at the wine bar around the corner. By the time we caught a taxi home we were, shall we say, content with life.
As we lived round the corner from each other the dropping off point was obviously on the corner of our two streets and I opened the rear taxi door to step out while Robyn paid the driver.
Soon she followed me, but allow me to explain something. I was wearing a three-quarter length gypsy frock with full buttons at the front and I was at that point where I had extracted myself from the vehicle and about to raise myself to full standing position when Robyn decided to follow me out of the cab. Her foot stood on the trail of my dress that had not yet completed its journey with me. I continued to move forward but my frock didn’t. In rapid movement one by one the buttons popped open as I stood up and I felt the material slide off my shoulders and finally part company with me. Had it not been for my right arm that was still supporting me out of the portal I would have been totally de-frocked.
“Oh my God! How embarassing!” interjected Pete, “stood in the street with only your undies.”
“Wrong,” I retorted.
“Wrong?”
“Beneath my frock there was no material, not a single stitch and as I stood up I came face to face with a guy walking his dog, he saw everything, runway strip, pinky and perky, the lot.” Pete’s face was a picture as I watched him trying to imagine the scene.
He quickly pulled himself together, “Who spoke first?”
“I did, I watched him eye my body as I retrieved my frock and wrapped it back around my shoulders without buttoning it before saying ‘I bet you don’t see this every day.’ Amazingly he looked me straight in the eyes and replied ‘No I don’t and thank you, you are very beautiful’ and that was the moment I realised that some men just like to look“
“Yes they do but tell me what about Robyn?” Pete asked.
“Robyn did as one expects any close friend to do, she fell back onto the cab seat in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.”
I realised he was a voyeur and the very food of an exhibitionist such as me, to thrive and a protector to survive.
Our evil spiral had begun. I winked at him, tomorrow.
Chapter 2. Dowtown, Upskirt.
When I awoke the next morning I feklt like a young child on Christmas Day, excited by the thought of my presents yet not knowing what was in them. What was to be unwrapped would be a total surprise and undoubtedly a mixture of wonderment and disappointment.
My first objective was to decide upon my appearance; Goth, schoolgirl, secretarial or slut. I took a long shower while I thought about it before choosing.
Slut was definitely out, this was to be the first time that I would be captured on film in public and I wanted a touch of sophistication. Maybe another time, as chuckled to myself.
“Let’s begin with hairstyle and make-up and build on that,” I suggested to myself.
Tying back my long ginger locks into ponytails I looked at my reflection in the mirror. “No,” I said to myself, it would be an obvious display of my intentions and I wanted to be a little subtler than that. The schoolgirl look was out. Neither did I fancy dying my hair blue, donning black lip gloss and wearing heavy metal jewelry.
“Here’s to the secretary from heaven,” winking at my reflection before suddenly taking pleasure in watching myself playing with my breasts, the pink puffy nipples quickly crinkled. I was in the mood, oh yes.
I applied foundation, a soft pink blusher, eye make-up and a red lip gloss, my red hair curled slightly but still flowed gently over my shoulders.
On went the top, a pink, short-sleeved satin number with a loose plunging neckline that fell open when I leant forwards, and the absence of a bra beneath was not forgetfulness on my part. I rummaged through the pile of unopened packs of pantyhose trying to pick a perfect pair. I chose tan. I held them up to the light and watched them shine with a lustre of a million diamonds. This was an expensive pair that I had been saving for a special occasion such as this, they had no seams nor reinforced crotch, just pure glistening material throughout.
I leered with intent as I glided the silky material up over my legs and enjoyed watching the transformation of my soft sallow skin into a sexy shimmering sheen. I stood as I slowly eased the pantyhose over my buttocks before appraising myself in the mirror. My reflection scolded me with a wink for not wearing any panties and I responded with a slap on my right ass cheek, “Naughty girl!”
I decided to compromise a little with the skirt by choosing a white quarter length one with pleats and quite school-girlish but from looking at our photo shoots it did precisely what I needed. It was made of soft material and was a slave to gravity such that if I sat and crossed my legs it would slide down revealing my thighs. Of course any normal girl would not allow this to happen, but this was not going to be a normal day.
All that remained to decide upon was my footwear. I really didn’t want to wear high heels but I had no choice, flat shoes would have destroyed the look, but spending the afternoon walking around the city would take its’ toll on my feet. Stiletto boots, shoes or sandals?
“Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Pete as I eventually emerged from the bathroom, “you look fucking gorgeous!”
“Thanks.” I replied, genuinely pleased with his response. He sprang from his chair and dashed towards me seeking a kiss and a fondle and I had to fend him off.
“NO!” I yelled, “this has taken me hours to prepare at least give it a chance to work its’ magic.”
He laughed, “You’re right, but I promise you this; every minute of today that passes I’m going to want you even more, to the point that I doubt I could last the day. You look stunning.”
It was my turn to laugh, “What you going to do? Fuck me on an underground train in the rush hour?”
It was an underground metro station where our adventure began although we were so far out of town that it was overground with a thirty minute journey and fifteen stops. A train was already waiting on the platform and the carriages were dotted with the heads of a few passengers, after all it was eleven in the morning and all the commuters had long gone. Suddenly I saw an opportunity.
“Do as I say,” I spoke earnestly to Pete, “pretend that you are not with me, OK?”
“OK,” he murmured like a spy on some covert mission, “what do you want me to do?”
“Don’t sit with me, find a seat where you can roll the camera discretely.”
The buzzer sounded on the train to warn that the doors were about to close. “Go to the end door!” I demanded.
I ran to the closing door at the front of the carriage and delberately wedged my body so that the train could not depart until Pete had succeeded in entering at the back. Mission accomplished I finally entered pretending to be flustered and panting as if I had sprinted for the train. I grabbed hold of the hand rail and spun myself round to come down with a thud on the seat directly opposite a rather attractive gentleman.
At the front where I had entered was a set of four seats running along the length of the carriage facing each other. The gentleman had obviously chosen it because it was nearest to the door, whereas I had chosen mine because it faced him. The sudden arrival that had caused my thighs to accidentally display themselves was soon recovered as I straightened my skirt, looked up and smiled.
I studied his eyes as he smiled back, they flickered, desperately wanting to look down but were restrained while I was watching him. I did the honourable thing and pretended to read the magazine I had purchased from the foyer.
Pete meanwhile had scuttled his way along the aisle and was now sitting in the first row of seats that faced forward and was parallel to the gentleman’s left shoulder. I could just discern his small hand-held video camera hidden beneath his jacket and hoped he was capturing the expressions on the guy’s face.
I crossed my legs innocently whle appearing to concentrate upon the magazine and felt the soft material of my pleated skirt slide down my thighs, but made no attempt to rectify. I could see my right thigh was now exposed all the way to my buttock and a quick glance across to Pete confirmed that it was being captured on film. He winked at me and smiled but I did not return the gesture for I knew that by winking may arouse suspiscion
I felt the train breaking as we approached the next station and quickly looked up at the underground map situated above his head.
“Caught you,” I said to myself as his eyes darted away. I smiled inwardly.
A few more passengers boarded but fortunately found their own electron shells and left us alone. Re-crossing my legs I continued to read.
Sienna
In Love With Music
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Exactly
You have cybersex for relief and fun and to enjoy the emotional warmth of a companionship or relationship with someone else in the world
MrBrett
Really Really Experienced
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Exactly
Again, is that a bad thing? I feel as if that could be taken as an insult.
Gaia_Lorraine
I Love Shoes
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Damn! I wrote more but can't find it
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Gaia_Lorraine
I Love Shoes
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Goodnight Sienna
Hope you have fun in ACN
Hope you have fun in ACN
