Jopop Pub

***This is my original work and no permission is given to publish it elsewhere.
PROCESSING
The runaway was next to wake up. Joseph escorted her in. “This is Detective Becker.” Julia saw the unmistakable look of fear as she invited her to sit.
“I was kidnapped.”
“Kidnapped?”
“A man put me in the back of his van. I felt a shock and couldn’t move and then he closed the door and started driving.”
“The officers found you wandering around naked in the park. Have you been selling yourself?”
“No! The man made me take my clothes off. He made me suck him.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“How old are you really?”
The girl paused and Julia leaned forward on her elbows.
“What’s your name?”
Again the girl didn’t respond.
“Let me tell you what I think. I think that you are not eighteen. I think that you ran away from home. I think that you are afraid to tell me your name because you don’t want me to send you back. I think that you haven’t been on the streets for very long. I think that you were hungry and cold and scared and so you’ve done some bad things. I think that you are not happy with what you are doing. What I want you to think about is whether your life is better now than it was at home.”
She let the girl ponder a moment before continuing. “I’m sure your parents are worried sick about you. I’m sure that it won’t matter to them what you have done. They would just be happy to have you back safe and sound. What do you think?”
A range of emotions crossed the girl’s face. “What is your name?”
“Karen Chapman.”
“Karen, how old are you?”
“I am eighteen. I just don’t look it.”
“Where are you from, Karen?”
“Sterling, Michigan.”
“You ran away?”
“My mom got a new boyfriend, only he was more interested in me than her. I tried to tell her but she wouldn’t do anything because she was afraid she would lose him. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“And have you been selling yourself here?”
Karen nodded. “I stayed at the bus garage the first few days because it was so cold out. A man brought me breakfast from McDonalds one day. He was a commuter, he said. He said he had seen me there the last couple days. He told me if I was there when he came back he would put me up in a hotel for the night… I hadn’t even had sex before then.”
“So he took you to the hotel?”
“He took me to the hotel and he ordered pizza and beer while I took a bath. He turned on the porn channel and we started watching. I was embarrassed. He asked me if I had ever done anything like that. I told him I was a virgin. He said I could sleep in the room if I would have sex with him.”
“So for the price of a pizza and a hotel room he had a virgin.” Julia made a mental note for Gantry, Dom and Mike to troll the bus stations and Grand Central. “You didn’t report him to the police?”
Karen shook her head. “I would have had to tell them who I was.”
“And this man last night? He didn’t kidnap you did he?”
Karen shook her head.
“Did anyone else see him? See what he looked like?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What did he look like?”
“He pulled up in a white van. He had a hooded jacket on. White male, early forties maybe. Brown hair cut short. Dark eyes. I didn’t really notice much else.”
“You were assaulted. We could press charges on him for that if we could find him. Tell me what happened.”
“The cab of the truck was warm and he took me a couple blocks away and had me get in the back. He closed the door and turned on a dome light and watched while I took my clothes off. There isn’t really much else to tell. I had agreed to a blowjob and I gave him one. I was still on my knees when I felt a shock go through me. I couldn’t move and I felt him give me a shot. Then he got out of the back and started driving. Eventually I could move again and I banged on the sides of the van. I tried to open the doors, but they were locked. Then I must have passed out.”
“Would you like me to call your mother now?”
Karen looked at her.
“I’m sure that boyfriend is long gone by now. He was probably only there because of you. How long have you been gone?”
“Since January 2nd.”
“Two and a half months?”
Karen nodded.
“And you’ve been selling yourself since?”
“Not until my money ran out, and then only to get enough food. I didn’t like doing it.”
“Tell me you made them use condoms.”
Karen’s eyes filled with fear. “Most of the time it was oral. I only had straight sex that first night and then two other times. One of them used a condom. The other two didn’t.” Julia leaned forward and smiled reassuringly.
“We have a shelter at the back of the station. You need medical attention to make sure you don’t have venereal disease. We can get you warm food and a hot bath and clean clothes. Give me your mother’s phone number and I’ll call her and let her know you are okay. Then we’ll make arrangements to get you on a bus home.”
Julia wrote the number as Karen recited it. “Can I talk to her?”
“Sure. After everything else is taken care of you can have a nice long talk with her. There are phones in the shelter.” They exchanged a smile and Julia looked at Joseph.
Joseph stepped forward. “If you will come with me?”
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Gwen felt a dull throb in her head and her mouth was dry and filled with cotton. She didn’t even remember getting home. The last thing she remembered was getting in the cab. She pushed the pain away and rolled over. Maybe if she slept longer the headache would go away. She smiled remembering the bar the night before and then went back to the pond.
They had been going to the barn in the evening four days straight and today was Brian’s 18th birthday. It was the hottest day of the summer so far. Gwen was in her string bikini bottom lying on her back on the beach towel with her eyes closed. The rest of her clothes were locked in the truck and Brian had the key. She smiled as she felt the twine across her nipples, first one and then the other. She opened one eye and smiled at him watching as he leaned down and sucked on the closest one. He didn’t even notice as she untied the strings at her hips. She arched her back groaning with pleasure as she lifted her hips and pulled her bottoms away. He continued nuzzling her breasts without noticing. She smiled as he finally pulled away and sat up. The look on his face when he finally saw was priceless. He looked at her face to know she was willing. She smiled, “Happy Birthday.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure. I want to give myself to you to enjoy, but I want it for me too. I love you, Brian. I want to be with you.”
She watched as he searched her face and then looked back and stroked her hair. She knew it couldn’t please him as much as it did her and she spread her legs. Gently he continued stroking her and then bent down to lick her. She gasped with the pleasure and pushed up on her elbows to get a better view. He smiled at her and licked her again. “It gets even better. Just relax completely and let yourself feel whatever you feel.” Gently he began to suck on her. It didn’t take more than three minutes that first time. She groaned and lay back as she started to come and he managed somehow to reach up and rub one of her nipples. She felt all the muscles in her groin begin to pulse and throb with the most wonderful feeling and she relaxed completely and reveled in it. He was above her again somehow and whispered. “I told you it was better.” She was almost in tears with joy as she kissed him. She felt his cock against her and raised her knees as he had shown her a few days before. He entered slowly gasping at the tightness. He almost didn’t make it all the way in before he exploded. He had told her it would hurt that first time, but she was still on the downswing from her orgasm and he was exactly where she wanted him. She held him to her when he started to withdraw and began stroking his chest and abdomen. He sighed helplessly and began kissing her as she locked her legs around him. He pulled out halfway just before and then pushed in as he went again.
They fell asleep by the pond limbs entangled.
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A man entered as Lisa woke up. She didn’t know where she was, but she saw Gwen sleeping on a cot not far away. She wore contacts and her eyes were dry. She saw her purse and grabbed it as he led her away. She had gone back to the table after the contest to join Heather and Gina and wait for Gwen. When Gwen hadn’t come back out she sent the others home and went back to check. Mike had come to the room and told her that Gwen was with Dom and would be out shortly. He had kissed her and pinched her behind and sat with her for a few minutes. After that things had gotten a little fuzzy. Now her head ached and her mouth was dry. She knew she had a huge case of dragon breath and she was trying to decide where she was and how she got there.
The man stepped aside and gestured for her to enter a room. It was an office and a woman was seated behind the desk shuffling papers from a file folder. The woman was in her early sixties, slender and elegant with hair perfectly coiffed. She wore just enough makeup and her nails were immaculate. Lisa looked at the man as he spoke. “This is Detective Becker.” Her mind scrambled to make sense of what he had said. The woman gestured her into a chair. She sat mutely as the man closed the door and backed against it. Neither of them was smiling at her. Desperately she tried to remember what had happened after Heather and Gina had left the bar.
“Am I under arrest?”
“Your name is Lisa Secker?” Lisa turned to the woman and nodded mutely. There were two ID’s in her purse. They must have seen both. “How old are you?”
“Please.”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
The woman nodded. “The cab you were in ran a red light that resulted in an accident. The officers on scene observed you and your friend in the back seat passed out. They found two Drivers Licenses in each of your purses. You were arrested for consumption of alcohol under the age of twenty-one and using false ID to obtain alcohol by fraud. Either one of those offenses would probably get you probation. We ran your criminal record and discovered that you have no previous offenses, however, when the officers searched your purse they also discovered this.” Julia reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a shrink-wrapped package of white powder. “Now this on the other hand is much more serious. This will get you jail time.”
“But it’s not mine!”
“It won’t surprise you to find out that everyone we confront says the same thing.”
“But it’s not! I don’t even use drugs!”
“The way that it is packaged and the amount leads us to believe that you are a mule. We believe that someone hired you to deliver this to someone else. If you are willing to tell us who hired you, or who you are to deliver it to, we might consider a deal.”
“I can’t. You have to believe me. The drugs don’t belong to me. Someone must have put them in my purse without my knowing!”
“Why would anyone do that? Do you know how much it is worth? The street value of that package is close to four hundred thousand dollars. Why would anyone in their right mind put it in your purse and let you walk away with it unless you were hired to deliver it?”
Julia waited, but Lisa couldn’t come up with an explanation. “There was another item of interest in the vehicle. A DVD of your participation in the contest at the bar.” Julia picked up a remote and slid her chair to view a television attached to the wall behind her desk. She turned it on and brought up the portion of the tape where she was playing with Gwen’s breasts. Lisa watched in mute embarrassment as the woman switched from that to the other time she and Gwen were playing with each other. It seemed to her that the woman watched much longer than she needed to and actually seemed to be enjoying it. Julia hushed her when she finally found her voice to object. “We found birth control pills. Tell me, are you sexually active?”
Lisa stared at her and then nodded.
“What you did with your friend, are you a lesbian?”
“No! We only did that because it could help us win!”
“Do you make them use condoms? We found them in your purse.”
“Yes.”
“All of them?”
“Yes. What business is it of yours?”
Julia nodded assessing her. “You are over eighteen and so what you have done on the DVD is not illegal. You were obviously a consenting party as is your friend. Still it doesn’t lend much to your character or your credibility.”
She turned to Robby. “This one is all yours Officer Daniels.” She turned back to Lisa. “You will go with Officer Daniels. Anyone who is arrested on possession of drugs is strip-searched. He will strip search you and you will be fingerprinted and processed and escorted to a cell. You can do this cooperatively or not. Judging by the DVD you shouldn’t have any problem with it, but if you do, you will be handcuffed and the outcome will be the same. Do we understand one another?”
Lisa nodded in humiliation. She felt like throwing up. “Oh, and Officer Daniels?” He turned to her and she handed him a clipboard. “Have the lab take some blood and test her for narcotics in her system.” The man nodded as he took her elbow and led her out.
Lisa watched him sideways as he led her down a long cinderblock and tile corridor. He was probably in his late twenties and about six feet tall. He was blond and handsome in a careless sort of way. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two and his clothes were casual and rumpled as though he had left them in the dryer too long. He was muscular though and his gaze was direct. She could have been drawn to him in another setting. She thought he might be reasoned with.
“I am telling the truth. The drugs weren’t mine. I don’t know where they came from.”
He shrugged without agreeing or disagreeing.
“Am I going to be allowed to call someone?”
“After you are processed you will be allowed a phone call.”
“My father is a lawyer.”
“Then I’m sure he would advise you to cooperate so we can discuss a deal.”
“How can I cooperate when I have no idea how the drugs got in my purse?”
“That is a dilemma.”
Lisa preceded him into the room he indicated. The room had a mirror on one wall and a table with chairs on one side facing the mirror. There was another door on the opposite wall and a filing cabinet in the corner with a phone on top. The officer set the clipboard on top, opened the top drawer and pulled out a plastic bag, surgical gloves, a small flashlight, a tongue depressor, KY jelly and a metal instrument she was alarmed to see was a speculum. He put the bag on the table. “Take off all of your clothes and place them in this bag.”
She gasped at his directness and shook her head slowly in humiliation. She glanced at the mirror.
“It is an observation room. It is empty and locked now.”
“If I am convicted how long would I be in jail?”
“Probably near twenty years.” He waited a moment watching panic set in. When she made no move to cooperate he continued. “You remember what Detective Becker said. This will have to be done one way or another. It’s your choice. It doesn’t matter to me.” As she still hesitated he continued again. “You seemed perfectly willing to show yourself to over two hundred people last night. If you had won, would you have done what the other girl did? Would you have taken all your clothes off in front of that crowd?”
“No.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“I don’t know why Gwen did. She hardly dates and won’t have anything to do with the guys. It was completely out of character for her. We had to talk her into coming. We didn’t even tell her about the contest until the last minute. None of us could believe she would even be in it.” She flinched as the officer approached her. He slid the bag toward her and smiled as she began to cry. “Please don’t make me do this.”
“No one else will see.”
“This is so humiliating.”
The officer approached her and took her hand. Lisa looked at him startled and saw sympathy and understanding in his eyes.
“I know you’re frightened. I’m not the bad guy. I’m only doing my job. I know it’s hard. You might as well get it over with sooner as later.”
Lisa pulled away and brushed the tears from her cheeks. “Do you believe me?”
“What?”
“Do you believe me? That the drugs weren’t mine?” She met his eyes pleading for him to believe as he studied her. “They weren’t mine. I swear I don’t know where they came from. I’ve never been in trouble before. I’d do anything to prove it to you. You have to believe me. Please.”
There was a look in his eye that frightened her, but gave her hope as well. He looked over his shoulder at the mirror and then back to her with a hunger she recognized all too well.
“I might be persuaded.” He stood waiting and finally she came tentatively closer. He was looking directly into her eyes. She could feel his breath on her face. She made her decision and kissed him. At first he didn’t respond, but then she felt his hand come to her hip and at last she felt him respond. She pulled away slightly with her head down, cheek-to-cheek with him.
“Would the Detective listen to you?”
“She would take my opinion into consideration.”
“What would it take to persuade you?”
“Cooperation. Obedience. Are you ready to take your clothes off now?”
She brushed her tears away and nodded. He stood next to her as she began to remove her clothes. She covered herself after she removed her blouse. She glanced at the mirror again. “You’re sure there is no one watching?”
“I promise. Don’t you think I would get into trouble if someone were?”
Lisa nodded, persuaded at last, and put her blouse into the bag. The officer smiled as she turned to face him before removing her skirt and the rest of her clothes. She put everything in the bag and then stood in front of him as he looked her up and down and smiled. “Open your mouth.”
She complied, not understanding. He picked up the flashlight and tongue depressor and searched her mouth.
“Turn and face the mirror.” After she complied he spoke again. “Lift your hair up off the back of your neck.” She complied again and as he felt through her hair and stroked her neck he continued. “Look in the mirror. Look at yourself. Do you see how beautiful you are? Will you give yourself to me? I might believe you if you are willing to convince me. What do you think?”
“I will do whatever you ask if it keeps me out of jail.”
“Put your hands on the table.” She turned her back to the mirror and placed her hands on the table. She held perfectly still as she felt his hands on her breasts. She groaned and spread her legs as he placed his thigh between them. She felt his fingers playing with her and groaned again holding perfectly still. It surprised her that she responded so easily. “Don’t move.”
She kept her legs spread obediently as he left her side to put on a surgical glove. She watched with dark eyes as he put some KY on his index finger and then returned to her side. He fondled both of her nipples with one hand while he slipped his finger in her rectum and probed until she gasped and opened herself further for him. He removed his finger and the glove and turned her around. “Put your hands on the table behind you and spread your legs again.”
Quickly she did as she was told. She held herself wide as he slipped his fingers in her crack and played with her clitoris. She groaned in spite of herself as he continued. “Don’t move. Watch in the mirror.” She watched as he played with her nipples and her cunt. She watched as he knelt in front of her and licked her. It was all she could do to hold still.
Finally he stood again and stood in front of her with his thigh between her legs pressing into her cunt. She would have hugged him, but again he told her not to move as he stroked her nipples and french kissed her. The next time she moved he didn’t try to stop her. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers over his chest and then undid his pants. He was already hard as she took hold of him and continued kissing her as she played with him. Both were breathing hard as he backed away abruptly. He stepped out of his pants, but left his shirt on and his voice was a whisper. “Will you kneel?” She nodded. “Not for long and only the tip, then I want you to lay on the table and spread your legs with your hands.”

As I sat on the bench at the mall, I tried to calm myself. I thought I had prepared myself and planned everything. But my breathing was fast, my hands were sweaty and my nerves were wired. I was home for holiday break from college and had decided to take the next step in cross-dressing.
Up until now, most of my dressing had been secretly taking my older sister’s underwear. It started when I could no longer resist my curiosity. Finally, one afternoon when I was home alone, I snatched the first pair of her panties that I could find, ran to my room, and quickly pulled them on. It was electric.
As a teenager, my hormones were already racing. This sent them off the chart. My legs felt weak and I could barely stand. I couldn’t keep my hands off the panties or myself. They were tight. They were soft. They were smooth. They were pretty. The smell was subtle, but overwhelming. My mind was muddled, but also hyper-sensitive. I was certain every little noise in the house was someone coming home who would discover me. Although I wanted this feeling to last forever, I managed to take them off and return them to my sister’s room.
I collapsed on my bed and tried to sort through the rush of feelings and emotions. I was simultaneously scared, guilty, horny, exhilarated, and ashamed for being exhilarated. Mostly, I was confused. It had only lasted a few minutes and my frazzled mind didn’t remember all the details, but I knew two things for certain. First, I would never forget my first panties. They were burned in my memory: deep green tricot fabric with delicate, lacy white trim. And secondly, I knew it wouldn’t be my last time wearing woman’s lingerie.
My dressing evolved from that life-changing first time. I became adept at sneaking my sister’s underwear so I wouldn’t be detected. Rachel was naturally messy, so it made things easier. I thought I knew her panties better than she did. How she folded and stored the clean ones and where to find her used ones. Which ones were perfumed, and might arouse suspicion. Which were her favorites, and would be missed. Which ones weren’t, and could become my regulars. Most importantly, which ones were special and had to be avoided, because someone else wearing them could be easily detected.
I proceeded slowly. Fear of discovery and humiliation was a powerful restraining factor. But complete resistance was out of the question. I never felt as alive as when I slipped the panties up my thighs, snapped them in place and smoothed them over my bottom. Cocaine couldn’t have had a stronger grip on me.
Sometimes, there were weeks between panty sessions. Other days, I was obsessed. It was all I could think about and the urges were impossible to resist. In school, I couldn’t focus. My mind kept imaging the panties the girls in class were wearing and how they would feel on me. On those days, I rushed home to indulge and release the pent up energy. While I tried to be cautious, sometimes I had to take chances to get a quick fix. Occasionally, I would dress while Rachel or my parents were in the house and sometimes when they were in the room next door. If possible, the risk increased the pleasure.
With time, I expanded beyond panties to discover the pleasures of other female attire. First, other lingerie. Then, the entire feminine wardrobe. But always in private. Rachel was not clothes-obsessed, but to me her bedroom was a treasure chest of discovery and desire. I went through phases. For a time, I was obsessed with baby doll nightgowns. Their touch, their frills, their peek-a-boo shortness, drove me crazy. Once, when I was wearing a particularly feminine pink and black baby doll, I was overcome with the compulsion to go public. I wanted to go to the living room, or the park, or the school cafeteria and twirl around so everyone could see how pretty I looked and how glowing I felt. How could clothes have such a hold on me?
While I had friends and sports and hobbies and interests, cross-dressing became my secret passion. Rachel’s bedroom was always my primary female closet. However, I dabbled elsewhere. Visits to my female cousins were no longer boring, but adventures. Summer jobs provided new opportunities. The mirror became my best friend. I experimented with make-up, but clothing was my love. On several times, it was almost my downfall. I became so enthralled in my fantasies that once I failed to notice Rachel arrive home. She was seconds from seeing me in her favorite above-the-knee, yellow sun dress, complete with bra, camisole, slip, panties and sandals. When she came into the room, I had barely pulled up my shorts (over the floral, high cut briefs). Rachel commented on how pale I looked. I mumbled about coming down with something. She mentioned it to my mother and I got the next day off from school. I used it for an all day dress-up.
When I went away to college things changed. The new setting, high academic demands and the lack of privacy forced me to cut back. On my two weekends home, I binged. It was less than fully unsatisfying. Rachel was also away at school and most of her best clothes were with her. My mother’s clothes would do in a pinch, but they were the wrong size and unstylish. My needs and standards were increasing.
That’s what brought me to the mall. I had resolved it was time to move from panty thief to panty purchaser. I wanted something that was truly my own. Panties that were sexy to me because I had selected them, not because they were available.
However, sitting here in the mall, it was apparent that it was easier to resolve, than to act. As strong as my desires were, I didn’t want my obsession discovered. But, I was determined. Over the last couple of days, I had thought about little else. I had chosen an average department store in a mall away from my home, to minimize the likelihood of meeting anyone I knew. It was also a weeknight and shortly before closing in the hope there would be few customers. The holidays helped with my “cover story”. If anyone asked, I’d say the purchase was to be a special present for my girlfriend. I figured that if I looked nervous, that would be normal for many men purchasing lingerie as a gift. Finally, I had worked out back-up plans. At worst, I could simply walk out. Or, I could just buy anything, and be in and out in minutes. At least, it would pop my cherry and I would no longer be a panty-buying virgin. As I sat on the bench and went over these plans, I became calmer and more confident. I took a deep breath, said “Now or never” to myself, and headed into the store.
I stopped just outside the woman’s department to check things out. As I hoped, it was relatively uncrowded. A few customers strolled around absorbed in their own shopping. The clerks were busy at the registers. The time seemed ripe. I entered at a slow walk. I didn’t want to seem too eager or draw attention. A slow pace gave me a chance to furtively look around and get my bearings. I was in dangerous and foreign territory. The lingerie department was in the back. I hesitated. So far, I was just walking through the store. Crossing that threshold seemed to be something more. An inner sanctum. Forbidden. Taboo. But as much as the cautious, rational part of me was hesitant, a stronger, emotional part was drawn in. My thoughts had shifted from determination, to a strong and willing attraction. I entered.
Once inside, my perspective seemed to shift. My reluctance and fear were momentarily replaced with awe and excitement. I couldn’t believe how huge the lingerie department seemed. The men’s department had a few shelves for underwear. But, this seemed to go on for endless aisles and corners and cubbies. It must have covered half of the floor. As I took it in, I became dazzled. My eyes were awash with sensation. Everything was silks and frills, bows and lace. A rainbow of colors. The whole department seemed soft and pretty and girlish, and somehow inviting. My well-planned calm was in pieces. My skin was tingling, my hormones raced, my penis aroused.
I wasn’t prepared for the choices. Where to start? I checked my watch. Less than 30 minutes until closing. I had to get to it. A quick look around revealed just a couple of women off at a safe distance and a single clerk at the register. Perfect isolation. I moved further into wonderland. I fought to keep a silly kid-in-a-candy-store grin off my face. The panties were spread throughout the department depending on material and brand. It dawned on me that I had no idea specifically what I wanted. The infinity of choices wasn’t helping. If I was rich, I would have bought one of everything. But I had a very limited budget, so I forced myself to focus. I moved toward a display of panties against the wall, more because they were away from people than a decision they were what I wanted.
I quickly became engrossed. I touched some panties hanging on the racks and the air seemed to buzz. I hadn’t thought I wanted plain white. But some of these were too gorgeous for words. Ruffles and trim. My mind imagined them slowly moving up my legs and I almost had an orgasm. I no sooner saw and touched and imagined one pair, then the next one beckoned. No wonder girls had so many pairs of panties. The miracle was that they didn’t have more. So many styles – bikinis, briefs, thongs, tap pants, boy shorts. I drifted among the aisles. An ocean of colors – beige, black, white, pastels, hot red, mint green, baby blue, pale yellow, royal purple, metallic silver, rich gold, racy champagne. And pink. Everywhere pink! My favorite PINK! The design selection was even larger – dots, stripes, contrasts. Cute bunnies, lovable puppies and silly sayings. How was a girl to choose? My reverie continued as I soaked it all in.
“Can I help you?”
I jumped. Then turned, and then froze. A pair of frilly, sheer, pink panties were clutched in my right hand. I was so lost in my fantasy that I hadn’t noticed the salesgirl approach. With the abrupt return to reality, all my fears came back in a wave. They were compounded by the surprise.
“I’m sorry I startled you.” she said with a look of concern on her face.
“Th…that’s OK.” I stammered, trying to slow my hammering heart and regain my composure.
She looked at the panties in my hand and said, “Those are very pretty. Would you like them?”
Before I could think, I said with a little too much excitement, “Yes, very much!” Then quickly realizing how that might sound, I added, “I mean no. I mean maybe.” Suddenly, this shopping trip seemed like a very bad idea.
She looked at me quizzically. I’m slight of build and a little shorter than most boys and she was just a little shorter than me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with shoulder length brown hair pulled together in the back. She wasn’t stunning, but had a healthy glow and an overall attractive, girl-next-door appearance. None of this was going through my conscious mind. It was quickly beginning to think solely about escape. But in the tight aisle, I would have had to rudely push past her. I stalled for time until I could make a break.
“What I mean is, I don’t know. I’m trying to find a special present for my girlfriend. For the holiday. I’m afraid I don’t know very much about this and I don’t know where to start.” Telling the story I had planned helped me regain my balance a little.
“Oh”, she said with a nod. “That’s fine. Don’t be nervous. That’s what I’m here for. I’m an expert. My name is Donna.”
Relaxing a little further, but still on guard, I replied, “My name’s Chris”.
“That’s a very nice name,” she said with a warm smile. “So Chris, let’s get started. As you can see, we have lots of selections.” Donna waved her arm toward the merchandise and slowly started to move me further into the store. Perhaps she’d dealt with nervous customers before and didn’t want to lose a sale by letting me get too close to the exit. “We have some of the best brands. All sorts of materials and designs. Do you have any ideas at all?”
“No cotton.” I said.
“Of course.” she nodded. “For a special present, something a little sexier.”
“Yah,” I mumbled, “that’s what I was thinking”.
“Good, that helps. Let’s look over here.” We moved past rows of treasures, to a section that, if possible, had even more erotic panties. She started to show me the various selections. She had me feel some on hangers and held them up from bins. “These are all very pretty, aren’t they?”
I just nodded my agreement. As my nerves calmed, I got more back into the business at hand. A little excitement started to stir in my belly again. I began examining the panties with a more critical eye. With Donna’s willing help, I might just pull this off.
“So, no cotton. Any ideas on styles? Perhaps a thong or bikini?” Donna suggested.
Continuing to finger a pair of beautiful, midnight black panties, I said offhandedly, “No thongs. I was thinking more about high cut briefs or tap pants with some delicate lace trim”.
Donna stopped and turned to stare at me. She seemed to ponder for a minute, and then did a quick scan of my body, as if focusing on it for the first time. “You said you didn’t know anything about this. You sound like quite the expert.”
I did a mental head slap. Why couldn’t I keep focused? Of course most men wouldn’t talk about panty styles so casually and with such knowledge. This lingerie, and the anticipation, and the pleasure were disorientating me. I tried to quickly recover, “I…I think those are styles she mentioned.”
She still seemed suspicious. Most of her previous talk had been light and airy. Now she continued in what seemed a more determined and inquisitive manner, “What size are we looking for?”
This was one of the things I had prepared for, “Size 7″. That was the size of one of Rachel’s panties that fit me best.
Donna smiled a little. She eyed my waist and hips as if making a professional assessment. Then she nodded to herself as if confirming a theory. I began to worry. “Size 7″, she repeated. “That’s about the size a girl with your build would wear.”
My throat tightened. I didn’t like the way this was heading. I didn’t know what to say, and before I could say anything, Donna pressed on.
She paused for a second, as if doing a mental calculation, then looked me in the eye and asked, “What’s this special girlfriend’s name?”
My eyes widened. “Excuse me?” I croaked.
“You’re buying these panties for a special person. What’s her name?”
I felt pole axed and began to panic. My mind was blank. I hadn’t expected such a question and I’m sure my jaw dropped. I couldn’t speak.
Donna crossed her arms, shifted her weight from one hip to the other, and tilted her head to one side. She seemed to enjoy my discomfit. She kept me in her gaze. Her smile almost said she had solved a puzzle.
I knew hundreds of girl’s names. But they all seemed to disappear. As the seconds stretched, my deception seemed more and more obvious. In desperation, I glanced around. My eyes fell on some panties with a floral pattern. My lips moved before my mind could think. “Rose”, came out in a weak squeak. “Her name is Rose.” As I said it, my face involuntarily squinched, as though even I didn’t believe it.
Her eyes followed mine to the floral panties, and then returned to my face. We both knew she had caught me in a lie. We both knew I was trying to buy panties for myself.
I flushed beet red. My shoulders drooped. I was certain that she would call security and have me removed or arrested as a pervert. I glanced toward the exit and started to step away.
Donna moved to block my departure. “I think I better go.” I mumbled.
She touched my arm gently and it was enough to stop my flight. She whispered in a low voice, “There’s no need to leave. Everything will be alright.”
I looked at her face and some hope glimmered in my despair. Her face seemed open. No trace of anger or disgust. Still, I was torn. Part of me wanted to leave and avoid further risk and embarrassment. Another part felt I had come too far to leave empty handed. I glanced again at the exit.
“I’m certain I can help you.” Donna continued. Then she smiled and winked.
It tilted the balance. I decided to stay. “OK.” was all I could muster.
“Great,” she beamed. “Now Chris, why don’t you go look in those bins. There’s no one back there. I’ll take care of these last customers and then we can spend some time together.” I still didn’t move. “Go on now”, she said. “I’ll only be a minute”. She gave me a gentle nudge toward the back of the store. I walked off in a docile daze.
Donna waited a second to make sure I’d keep going. Then turned and moved off to the cash register. As I glanced back, I noticed for the first time her black patterned pantyhose. I also followed the gentle sway of her hips under the short, pleated skirt. My penis stirred. Amazing. Even under extreme stress, primitive urges emerge. I shook my head and checked my watch. Closing time. I didn’t care. I was putting myself in Donna’s hands and just seeing where it took me.
True to her word, she was back very quickly. “There,” she exhaled in a friendly and reassuring voice as she rubbed her hands together. “It’s just the two of us. The store is closed. No one will back come here. We can get down to some serious shopping.”
Her casual manner and talking like this was a normal, everyday occurrence drained my tension away. In fact, it relaxed and excited me.
She looked at me and said, “Let’s buy that special present for a special person.”
It warmed my insides. I smiled and nodded.
“You said ‘no thongs’. I can’t blame you. They’re a pain in the ass”, she said without a trace of irony. “And ‘no bikinis’. Let me guess. Not enough coverage.” She glanced at me for confirmation.
I expected to be embarrassed by such a question from a stranger. But she was so professional, it seemed perfectly normal. I simply said, “Yah, that’s right.”
“No problem. We still have plenty of choices. First, we have to get this size thing down. How did you decide on a size 7?”
I was relaxing, but I didn’t want to go into a long story about filching Rachel’s panties. I gulped and shrugged and said, “They just seemed right.”
Donna took it in stride. I liked her more by the minute. She started to instruct me in the mysteries of lingerie. “You see Chris, there are no standard sizes. Each company sizes their panties and bras differently. With panties, some companies label larger sizes a little lower, because every girl wants to feel smaller. It’s the opposite with some bra manufacturers. It makes it all very confusing, even for experts. You just have to try them on for comfort until you learn how the brand fits you. Let me show you.” She moved around the bins and racks expertly snatching up a variety of racy, high cut briefs.
She laid them out on the counter. “These are all size 7’s. But they are all different.” She held a couple of pairs together by the waistband and put them right in front of my face. “See. The front ones are much smaller.”
I noticed the difference, but I was looking more at how pretty they both looked and getting more aroused by their proximity. I’d be thrilled to own any of them regardless of the slight variation in size. I licked my lips. Donna noticed my excitement and said, “Easy girl. Try to stay focused.”
I giggled. This was becoming fun. In all of my worry about my first shopping trip, I never imagined it could be fun. Donna returned to sorting among the panties. I looked at her more closely. Maybe it was because she was so kind and non-judgmental, but she seemed to emanate an energy and intelligence. She was different from your garden-variety sales clerk.
“Do you work here full-time?” I asked.
“No. This is part-time,” she said absently, engrossed in the business of finding merchandise. “I’m a grad student at the university. This helps pay the bills, and I get a great discount on my clothes.”

Once a year I go to our offices around the country. Head office wants me to meet the employees and find out if they are having any problems with their LAN network and workstations. On this trip I didn’t book a hotel room but decided that after meeting everyone that I would call around after finding out the best place to stay. After the meeting I ask if anyone knows of a place and everyone laughed at me because of some big event in the city there will be no vacancies. Jim speaks up and says lets go to my office and make a couple of calls.
Jim calls a few friends to call in some favours, but nothing. I am panicking by now as I am in town for 2 nights. Jim smiles at me ” let me call my wife and see if it is ok for you to stay. Are you here for one or two nights?”
I clear my throat ” two, two nights”
Jim gets off the phone ” not a problem she has lots for supper and you can stay in the spare room.” He smiles and says, ” You will love my wife! Where are your bags?”
“At the front desk”
We get to your place and Jim parks the car in the driveway. As we enter the house it smells wonderful. I was not prepared for how sexy you were. Jim is a little on the heavy side so I naturally thought. Well you know. You stand about 5′7″ with heels on, shoulder length brunette hair, slim with the best pair of legs I have ever seen, your ass is to die for and when you turned to greet me I almost went to my knees. Jim say “honey this is Bob, Bob this is honey Ha Ha I mean Elaine.” We say Hi
“I told you that you would love my wife” Jim says with a smile
I stand 5′8″ thick blonde hair (not like most 45 year old men) a closely trimmed beard, slim and am physically fit.
I try to hide my cock with my bags as Jim shows me where I will sleep next to the master bedroom.
“Suppers ready.” This sexy voice calls
During supper I try not to stare at your beauty. You smell amazing and your movements are so sensual. I am so turned on my cock is still stiff from when I came in the front door.
We finish eating and Jim and I are talking. I think he catches me watch you as you clear the table and load the dishwasher. Your skirt rides up each time you bend over to put something in the washer. Once your were trying to put something in the very back and I could see your skirt go even higher. Jim stops talking and there is silence, and I want to lay my head on the table to look up your skirt. The silence is broken
” You boys are quite, something must be good”
I blush and look at Jim who starts to laugh.
“Why don’t you boys get a movie out while I finish.”
I sit in the recliner and lean back a little. Jim sits on the couch and after we start the movie you sit on his lap with your legs facing me. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Jim’s hands caressing your legs. As he continues up your legs you spread them so his hands can caress your inner thigh. I know if I lean back I will be looking right up between your legs.
“Bob that is a recliner lean back and relax you can still see everything from there.” Jim says
As I lean back I look over and see you two are kissing and Jim’s and is no longer caressing your leg. It is on your breast. I try to watch the movie but I am intoxicated with you. I try to hide my cock it is so hard it is hurting. I have never been so turned on. The lights are low so I cannot see all the way up your skirt.
“Sorry boys but I need my beauty sleep”
“Me too honey, Bob you can finish watching the movie if you want”
After the two of you leave I turn the sound down so you can sleep. After a few moments I hear moaning. It is getting loader I rub my cock and turn the sound right down so I can hear a little better. The moaning is getting load I hear Jim’s voice ” fuck Honey you are so horny tonight” You start to moan very load now.
Than quite.
I shut down everything and head to bed. I have a hard time walking with such a heavy hard cock. I get undressed and lay on the bed and grab a t-shirt to clean up as I start to stroke. I close my eyes and I see you in my mind. MMMmmm I cannot believe how hard I am. I forget to close the door, as at home my bedroom door is always open.
You open the door a little more so you can see me with the bedside lamp on. A smile creeps across your face wondering what I am thinking about and you size up my cock. You move closer to me.
With my eyes closed I swear I can even smell your sweet perfume. I open my eyes to check where my clean up t is and I see you. I stop and try to cover up but you stop me
“shhhhhh shhhhhh its ok”
” Bob, Jim asked me to see if you need any help. He thought you might be a little horny I am not sure why he though that. ”
As you are saying this you are taking my hand that was stroking my cock and pulling it towards the bottom of your teddy. You push my hand against your very wet pussy ” Do you mind sloppy seconds?”
“Elaine you have made me so horny so very fucking horny. You are so beautiful and sexy. Sloppy seconds or not I don’t care.” As I slip my fingers into your cum soaked pussy
You lean down and wrap your hand around my cock” How big is it?”
“8″
I moan as you slip the tip into your mouth. I have two fingers working your pussy and my other hand is cupping your breast. I am so turned on and your mouth is so hot I explode in your mouth and you moan as my cock jerks violently. I feel like I am going to pass out.
After you suck up everything you look at me ” lets get some sleep and we will continue tomorrow”
I nod my head.
As you get up to leave you turn and say, ” I have never made anyone cum that fast before and to have so much cum too MMmmm.”
I see your ass peeking out the bottom of your teddy as you close the door behind you.

Hi readers! Zeenat here from Bangladesh but educated in USA.
First, a little information about myself: I’m a twenty-seven year old female, unmarried, short and chubby with long black hair and a fair complexion. Other details are my 34D bust, 38 panty size, pierced nose, thick puffy slit, sultry looks and a loose pussy after my experiences with Bob.
Shortly after earning my accounting degree, I was fortunate to find a job which required a lot of traveling around the globe. Last year I traveled to Florida with a coworker to audit a client. Bob is an African American in his 40s, bald and married.
One evening we chilled at our hotel bar where we met for appetizers and started drinking. We had discussions on various topics, and during that time I noticed on many instances that Bob glanced at my cleavage, visible due to my low cut blouse. He mentioned about his wife being pregnant and inquired about my personal relationship with guys etc.
I told him it’s tough for a lady like me to have a steady because I travel so much. My panties were becoming soaking wet because alcohol always makes me horny, so I had to pardon myself and go to my room.
As I entered the room, I started stripping and took off my blouse and skirt; now I was wearing just a black thong and bra. I opened my luggage to find my faithful dildo which I’d named Raj. He accompanies me all time, stays hard and ejaculates when I need to feel his cum.
I had got into bed and started chatting online with my Indian lover when I heard a gentle knock at the door. Feeling aroused, I hurriedly looked for a short robe which exposed my thighs. I opened the door. It was Bob. A client had called him about some files which I had in my bag.
I let him in and he started looking for the files he wanted. As Bob was sifting through the pile, he stopped when he saw the dildo on bedside table. He held it in his hand and commented that this model wasn’t big enough in size.
I told him that this one travels with me and I didn’t think I could take a bigger size. He told me it had been a while since he had sex since his wife was pregnant. While saying that, he guided my hand to his crotch and I felt his monster snake in his trousers.
He kneeled on floor and moved aside my panties. Now my shaved puffy pussy was exposed. Bob French kissed my pussy lips and slipped his tongue between my slit.
He suggested I should sleep over in his room because his wife calls him on the room phone to make certain he’s not cheating on her. I followed him to his room in my robe, and as we entered he disrobed me and caressed my body. I was his first desi ****** girl and he caressed my thighs and squeezed my ass. Then he undressed himself down to his boxers and sat on the bed side.
Kneeling between his legs, I unbuttoned his boxers and found the darkest, thickest veined cock with purple head. I squeezed his fat cock and a glob of precum started oozing from its tip. I tasted his salty gooey precum and licked his entire cock, then I took his cock head in my month and started sucking him up and down.
Suddenly the room phone rang. He picked up and started talking with his wife. I stopped sucking but he motioned me to continue. As a slut I was giving him a blow job while he talked with wife for few minutes.
After he hung up the phone, he suggested I should get naked because he wanted to taste my thick-lipped puffy pussy. I unhooked my bra and pulled down my panties. The aroma of my wet pussy was spreading in his room which turned him on more. I sat on his lap so he could suck on my perky nipples while I massaged his cock which was so big it wasn’t fitting in my fist.
While sucking on my nipples, with his other hand he caressed my thighs and started to finger my pussy. His fingers were very thick and rough, and I was squirming over his touch. Soon we got into a 69 position with me on top. Bob was licking and tongue fucking my pussy while I sucked his cock. I kept grinding my pussy over his long tongue while he kept darting it in my hole.
All this made me hornier, so I got off him and held him as I started to sit on his fat ugly cock. I kept pressuring my pussy over his cock head which I was able to take in after a couple of minutes. My opening was stretched as I felt the head slide in my hole. Holding my tits with both hands I kept taking in more and more of this cock and started fucking him. Bob was moaning as loudly as I was because my pussy was too tight for him; my pussy lips were tightly wrapped around his cock. We fucked for good few minutes in this position.
Bob ordered me to bend over doggie style and warned that I’d better hold onto the bed headboard. I bent over, sticking out my juicy ass with our mingled precum running down my thighs. He rubbed his cock on my slit and throbbing clit then entered my pussy from behind.
I was in pain but also in pleasure. His cock was deeply plunging deeply in and out of my pussy with a lot of squishy noises due to my pussy being so juicy, while my tits were swaying in all directions. Bob was pulling my hair as he kept spanking my butt which is bouncy. He started calling me dirty names like fat ****** slut and told me that the first day he noticed me at the office he decided to fuck my brains out. I was shocked, but the pleasure was unbelievable.
Again the phone rang. He covered my mouth with his hand and started talking with his wife while was cock deeply buried in pussy. I started to move on his cock, which he enjoyed, and after Bob hung up the phone he laughed.
“Oh, you fat bitch. You really love fucking black cock!”
He ordered me to fuck his cock hard. I fucked him for twenty minutes when he pulled out his cock out of my pussy and asked me where I wanted him to unload his jizz. I picked up a nearby glass, pointed his cock into it and slowly massaged while he shot loads of thick white gooey cum in the glass. I lay next to him and took a small sip from the glass to taste his cum. It tasted delicious to I went ahead, drank it all down and slept next to my new lover.
We had many wonderful, memorable adventures during that trip which I will post soon. Please provide your feedback of how I can improve for my next posts.

The big Jag pulled into an empty parking place at the top of the cliff. The Irish sea roiled under storm clouds beyond the guard rail. A woman emerged from the powerful car and walked hesitantly to the rail, tall and graceful in high heels. She was old now, nearing her fifty-first birthday, but still striking, body lush and curvy, the legs still well toned in their black stockings. Her white silk blouse did little to hide a bust that had been called the highest peaks in county Mayo when she was young. Her face was lined now, but the small wrinkles gave her an air of dignity and elegance, as did the silver crown of hair. Her green eyes were beautiful and vibrant, although today they had a far away quality.
She glanced back at the small park behind her. When she’d left Ireland, the park had been a wood, wild and untamed. Now there were several tourists in loud clothes with cameras strung to their necks. An elderly couple sat on a bench and a young woman with dark hair sat on a blanket on the ground. The young woman seemed to be staring at Katherine, but Katherine decided that the girl was probably staring at the sea.
What did you expect? Katherine asked herself. It was thirty years ago, a promise made by silly young lovers in the heat of passion. Marianne would probably be laughing if she knew you had traveled all the way here to keep that date. Marianne. The image of the small dark girl flashed before her eyes, Marianne dressed in the same dress she had worn that warm summer’s eve. Romantic old fool, she thought and turned back to the sea.
Her thoughts came one after the other in a jumble, almost spoken aloud: She should go now. She’d wasted a great deal of her time on this trip and her company would go downhill fast if she didn’t look after it. She’d been foolish to come, and she would skip the rest of her stay and fly back tonight; she should just be able to get to Shannon and catch the flight to Heathrow. She would never come back; this was her last time to touch her native soil. Too bad it ended on a sad note, but at least she had a chance to visit her mother’s grave and say goodbye.
“Excuse me,” a heavily accented voice said, interrupting her thoughts.
“Yes?” Katherine said, turning to find herself staring into Marianne’s eyes. Deep green pools, with the distinctive circle of hazel coloring around the pupil. Only these eyes were young and belonged to the dark haired girl who’d been sitting on the blanket.
“Would you be Katherine O’Leary?”
“Barrington. It’s Katherine Barrington now. But yes, I was Katherine O’leary once, long ago.”
“My name’s Heather. Heather Fitzhugh,”
The name meant nothing to Katherine. She had known a few Fitzhughs in her day, but none she had been close to, and certainly none knew she was coming to Ireland. She tried to think, but she could not tear her gaze away from those eyes.
She said: “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.”
“No, but you knew my mother, Marianne McQuire,” the girl said with a smile.
Katherine was shocked. But she could see it now. The resemblance was uncanny, save for the girl’s light complexion.
“She asked me to give you this,” the girl continued, handing Katherine a yellowed envelope.
Katherine’s hands were shaking as she carefully tore it open. The paper inside had been lilac-colored once, but it too was beginning to show the discoloration of the envelope.
Dearest Katherine, I regret I’ll be unable to keep our date. I’ve never forgotten our date, never forgotten you or those nights of passion on the cliff. I have cancer and the doctors give me only another month to live. I’m entrusting this letter to my youngest daughter. She’s devoted and a good child, the only one of my five I can trust, and I hope she finds you on the cliff. I still love you… Marrianne
The letter was dated almost ten years ago. Katherine felt the tears well in her eyes. The world faded into the background as her sorrow rose. Thirty years had not diminished the feelings at all. Mixed with grief was elation that she had not been forgotten.
“Are you all right?” the girl said.
“Yes, child. Thank you,” Katherine replied as she wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself.
The young woman spoke in a soft voice: “I’ve guarded that letter for over half my life, and at times the temptation to open it was almost more than I could bear. At other times I wanted to throw it into the sea. My mother spent three days writing it, and she passed away the day after it was done. I felt so cheated that that letter was more important to her than I was. I know you owe me nothing, but if you would let me read it, I’d be eternally grateful.”
Katherine hesitated, then handed the letter to the girl. Although she wanted to conceal her affair with the girl’s mother, she could not resist that soft pleading voice.
The girl read the letter and then looked at Katherine with an unreadable expression.
“You were lovers?”
Katherine nodded. “Yes.”
“And you made a date over thirty years ago?”
“Yes.”
“And you kept it, and my mother would have if she could have. I never knew.”
“I’m sorry, child.”
“Please, call me Heather. And don’t be sorry, I appreciate this glimpse into my mother more than you can know. I was only nine when she passed away, and afterwards no one would tell me about her. Father remarried immediately and my stepmother was extremely jealous of memories of my mother. No one was allowed to say her name in my stepmother’s presence.”
“Your mother was a very special woman.”
“Would you tell me about her?”
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The small pub in the nearby village was almost empty now. Katherine had spent almost the whole day telling Heather of her mother. It had been a nostalgic, sometimes bitter tale, but the girl seemed grateful for the story.
“I don’t understand,” the girl said. “If you loved each other so much, why did you leave Ireland?”
“Times were different then. She was to marry on her twentieth birthday and I was betrothed to a man who made his fortune in the new world. It isn’t like today, neither of us were prepared to defy convention. Women who love each other have many more options now than we did back then.”
“Not really.”
“Yes really. I married well, raised a family, outlived my husband, own my own company, and have many female lovers. Thirty years ago, owning my own company would have been reason enough to ostracize me,” Katherine said.
“Did you plan to make love to my mother today?”
The question left Katherine speechless for a moment. How does one answer such a question? The girl’s closeness was disconcerting. She looked too much like her mother. Katherine suspected the girl was a lesbian too. The young woman had been giving off all the nonvocal signals, but still Katherine hesitated.
“It was a date made thirty years ago. I didn’t know what to expect,” Katherine said, trying to be as tactful as she could.
The girl seemed deflated by the answer, and Katherine suddenly realized the girl had been receiving such delicate, tactful, evasive answers all her life.
“But I did get a room at the inn,” Katherine said, “in the hope we would go there.”
“Can I see it? I’d like very much to see the room.”
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The room was small, with the queen bed taking up most of it. A room in a quaint little seaside cottage. Katherine was not sure why the girl had asked to come here, or why she had brought her. She had never been able to refuse anything to the girl’s mother, and she felt exactly like that with this girl.
The girl said: “This is where you planned to bring my mother? To have sex with her?”
“Yes.”
“Will you take me instead?”
Katherine was stunned. She looked at the young woman, but the girl’s face was serious and betrayed only a trace of apprehension. Katherine suddenly wanted her, wanted to make love to this girl as strongly as she had hungered after the girl’s mother. But she hesitated.
“Please?” the girl said.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
A flush came to the girl’s face. “I’m not a novice. I know exactly what I’m asking. I’m asking you to make love to me, as you planned on making love to my mother. Please? I’m begging you.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure. You’re the only person who has ever told me anything about her. I know she loved you. She would have been here if she could. Maybe I want to be her replacement so she can rest well. Maybe I just find you attractive. Maybe I hope to learn something of who she was, by who she loved.”
Katherine said nothing. When the silence became unbearable she asked: “You said you were no novice. Have you been to bed with another woman before?”
The girl nodded. “Yes, I’ve had a few lovers. I never knew my mother… If only I had I could have talked to her.”
Katherine enfolded the young woman in her arms and held her tightly. The girl hugged back with surprising strength, as if trying to capture some part of Katherine’s essence. Heather was looking up at her now, those large eyes drawing her in like her mother’s had. Katherine gently bent her head and placed her lips on Heather’s.
It was a soft kiss, merely a pressing of their lips together. Katherine was not sure how far this would go, and she expected the young woman to back out at any moment. When she felt no hesitation at all, she pressed her tongue against the girl’s soft yielding lips. Those lips parted easily and her tongue penetrated into the warm wet cavern of the girl’s mouth. She tasted like cinnamon, sweet and delicate. As Katherine’s tongue explored the girl’s mouth, the girl’s tongue began to respond, gently caressing Katherine’s. The kiss endured, timeless and breathless, and then finally it broke.
A heat was upon them both, and Heather seemed to be consumed with a fire that Katherine had never seen in her lovers before. The girl’s fingers plucked at the buttons of Katherine’s blouse, trembling so violently she seemed incapable of undoing them.
Katherine quickly helped, removing her blouse as the girl watched. The girl’s whole body seemed to be trembling now, her eyes glued to Katherine’s lacy purple bra. Katherine gently maneuvered the girl to the bed and sat her down on the edge of it. She caught up the hem of the girl’s shirt and tugged it over her head, causing the girl’s dark hair to spill back over her shoulders. Heather’s bra was a simple white affair. Her breasts were small, almost dainty, and the white satin cups seemed molded to them.
Katherine turned and undid her skirt, dropped it to the floor and then stepped out of it. She wore lace-trimmed knickers, a suspender belt and stockings. The same type of underwear she’d worn with Marianne so long ago. She smiled when she noticed Heather’s eyes drinking in the sight of her in her old fashioned underwear. Heather’s eyes were glued to her, following her every movement. The girl may have had lovers before, but Katherine realized that if the girl was telling the truth, then her lovers had been the aggressors. Unlike her mother, she seemed very shy.
Katherine had had many lovers, and in her time she had been quite the butch. As she had grown older and more sure of herself, she had realized she was neither fully butch nor femme. She enjoyed dressing and acting like a lady and she found women who did so attractive. She also found butches exciting. She had long ago dropped the labels and simply enjoyed whatever she was in the mood for at the time. This girl was so like Marianne in beauty, but so unlike her in temperament. She felt a maternal feeling for the girl, but an undeniable hunger as well. It had been over a year since she had taken a younger lover. She was reaching the point where she enjoyed the slower, more relaxed approach of older women.
Katherine unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor too. Her bountiful breasts spilled out. They were no longer able to support themselves, but were still an impressive pair. She stood before Heather and watched as the girl tentatively reached out to stroke one of the breasts. The contact felt as soft as a feather, and sent a thrill directly to Katherine’s aching sex.
Katherine controlled her lust and let the girl gently stroke and explore, not rushing her. Eventually the girl leaned forward and took Katherine’s left nipple in her warm mouth. From simply holding it there, she rapidly progressed to suckling like a child, pulling hungrily at the hardened nipple. Katherine loved having her nipples sucked and resisted the temptation to do anything. She merely let the girl do what the girl seemed inclined to do, and before long Katherine felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. She gently removed her breast from the girl’s mouth and smiled.
“Lets get you naked,” Katherine whispered as her hands slid down Heather’s shoulders and unhooked her bra. The small breasts literally bounced when the bra came off. Delicate pink nipples were revealed in the evening light. Heather seemed to need no more encouragement. The girl unbuttoned her jeans, and Katherine caught the legs and tugged them off. The girl’s legs were well shaped and long for her size. After that, they both removed the cotton panties, revealing Heather’s sex.
Katherine dropped to her knees and placed her hands on Heather’s thighs. “Lie back,” Katherine commanded.
Heather complied, lying back as Katherine examined her sex up close. The lips were thin and a deep red, gaping slightly to show the bright pink inner folds. A single drop of the girl’s natural lubricant decorated the small opening. Katherine kissed the girl’s inner thigh and felt a shiver run through her body. She toyed with the dark pubic triangle with her fingers as her tongue glided to the sensitive crease where thigh joined torso. Heather moaned softly and Katherine moved closer to her center.
Then Katherine stopped. Reluctantly, she abandoned the girl’s pussy and stood back up. There was plenty of time, and she wanted to take it slowly with this girl. She was not too concerned with her own pleasure right now, she had long ago passed the stage of needing it so badly she couldn’t think of anything else. Sex to her was a diversion to be savored, each thrill to be enjoyed for all it was worth. She still became overheated, still went crazy sometimes, but tonight her prime concern was to make this young woman feel wonderful from head to toe.
She gently lowered the French knickers and stepped out of them, aware of Heather’s hungry eyes on her every movement. Katherine saw the smoldering lust in the girl’s eyes as she stared at her fleshy sex. Katherine’s pubic hair was still reddish, although it too was slowly turning silvery white. Her lips were thick and red and she knew the girl could see them peeking out from the cleft between her legs. Knowing the girl was staring sent shivers through Katherine’s body.
Katherine returned to the bed and lay down next to the girl. They kissed again, Katherine holding Heather’s face in her hands as their tongues danced in the girl’s mouth. Heather seemed unsure of what to do with her own hands, and her hands fluttered here and there, never resting. Katherine broke the kiss and rolled onto her back.
“Go ahead,” she said quietly.
“Go ahead and what?” Heather asked, her voice tremulous and hesitant.
“Explore dear, do what you wish.”
The girl reached out to tentatively caress Katherine’s breasts again. At first the caresses were soft and restrained, but soon they grew bolder. Heather’s hands were like silk, and Katherine sighed in pleasure as the girl began to knead her breasts. Soon Heather’s hand trailed down Katherine’s belly to stop at the very top of her mound.
“Yes,” Katherine hissed, drawing out the sibilant sound at the end of the word as the girl’s fingers moved lower. Heather’s fingers became bolder and began to explore Katherine’s sex. In no time, Katherine found herself bucking against the small hands. She had not intended to orgasm, but the young woman seemed to want her too, and she was unable to resist.
The girl’s fingers found Katherine’s clitoris and she began to rub it in short circular motions. Katherine wondered again about the girl’s experience as she came. Delicious tremors ran through her body, originating in her sex and rippling outward like water in a pond when a stone is tossed into it. She came down slowly, the girl’s fingers still gently caressing her.
Katherine pulled the girl’s body onto hers in reverse, the girl’s legs straddling her head in a classic sixty-nine position. Katherine applied her tongue to the girl’s inner thigh, working upwards. Heather’s sighs and whimper’s told her the girl was enjoying it. Katherine nearly lost her mind when she felt Heather gently kiss the top of her mound. Heather’s mother had been voracious, licking and sucking with wild abandon. The daughter seemed to be a gentle and reserved soul, but that only made it sweeter to Katherine.
She traced her tongue along the small lips of Heather’s sex, taking her time, teasing the girl until her bottom was humping up and down. Only when she could see the thick juices covering the young woman’s delicate flower did she push her tongue between the satiny lips. The taste was wonderful, sweet as fresh honey.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Katherine pried the girl’s lips apart and dove into the pussy. Using long slow strokes of her tongue, she caressed the inner folds, flattening her tongue when near the entrance to the girl’s vagina. Heather seemed to be taking her cues from Katherine, and it felt strange to the older woman to feel each of her tongue’s actions mimicked on her own sex. Almost like pleasuring myself, she thought.
Heather bucked against Katherine now, obviously in the grip of strong passion as Katherine’s questing tongue found the entrance and probed it. The opening was hot, slick, and incredibly tight, flavored with Heather’s nectar. The younger woman’s tongue fell behind, losing contact with Katherine’s sex again and again as moans and sighs escaped from her lips.
Katherine reluctantly abandoned this area to move downwards to the now visible bud of Heather’s clitoris. She used the tip of her tongue, sawing it from side to side between her lips to give Heather’s clitoris velvety soft caresses. She gently forced a finger into the girl’s tight vagina, feeling the silky soft passage and thrilling to the inner muscles as they gripped the finger. She took the little pebble between her lips then and sucked hard while still lashing it with her tongue. Heather groaned and came, her orgasm rocking her small frame, her mouth ceasing its work on Katherine’s sex.
Katherine now began an assault on the girl’s senses. She used her tongue like a tiny cock to fuck into and out of the tunnel. She used it like a rapier, just the tip, to feather the girl’s erect clitoris, and she used it like a rag to soak up the copious juices now issuing from the girl. Like a virtuoso violinist, pulling a sonata from a fine violin, Katherine wrung orgasm after orgasm from the girl’s body. Eventually, Heather screamed out in the throes of an intense climax, and Katherine’s face was quickly coated with Heather’s sticky cream.
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Darkness, the cool darkness of evening. A fresh breeze off the sea brought with it the smells of the ocean. Heather lay in Katherine’s arms, gently nursing. She had been like this for over an hour. Shaking occasionally as an aftershock tore through her. Finally, the girl released Katherine’s aching nipple.
“Thank you,” Heather said.
“It was my pleasure. Did you find what you were looking for?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And I feel closer to my mother. I know now what kind of woman she gave her heart to.”
“I’ll miss her,” Katherine said. “Once we talked of running away to America together.”
“I’ve never been to America.”
“It’s a strange and wonderful place, but not as beautiful as Ireland.”
Heather raised her head and looked deeply into Katherine’s eyes. The older woman felt her will slip away. Like her mother’s eyes, Heather’s eyes were like an opiate to Katherine, draining away her will to do anything but please their owner.

I woke up the next morning feeling a little tired, a little stiff, and definitely sore. But it wasn’t the kind of soreness that came from exercise. It was just my rear. The beads and the pounding from Tom had done their job. As I rolled out of bed, I felt the tampon in my rear and immediately wanted to get rid of it. I started to walk but even that felt different. I hoped the feeling would go away, but I didn’t that it would because I knew that whatever Frank and Tom had planned for me would probably culminate in some sort of anal experience. As I grabbed my things and made my way to the shower, I heard Frank in the kitchen.
“Good morning Jo. Did you sleep alright?”
“I slept better this time than I did back at your house Frank, if that’s what you’re asking.” My feelings were still a little raw and bitterness coated my words. Frank just shook his head and went back to eating breakfast.
“Jo, while you’re in the shower, I’ll lay out your ski outfit for you.”
“Why? Do you think I’m incapable of dressing myself,” I snapped.
“Dammit Jo. Just chill for a minute. All this hostility is going to make this week really rough and it doesn’t have to be that way.” Frank sounded exasperated.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” I said. “I just want to go get cleaned up.”
“Fine, but don’t take too long. Tom should be ready in a few minutes too, and I’m eager to hit the slopes.” Frank looked like he was done, but there was one more thing he wanted to say… “By the way Jo. One last request.”
“What’s that Frank.”
“Shave.”
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Well, for two reasons,” Frank responded. “The less important reason is that I want you to.” He paused for a moment. “The more important reason is that if you’re going to be out wearing women’s clothes, do you really want a lot of people looking at you?”
That caused me to pause because up until that moment, I hadn’t considered that Frank and Tom might actually make me leave the house en femme.
“Frank, you’re not seriously going to make me go outside dressed like a woman are you?” I started to feel panicked.
“Yes Jo, I am. But I still want you to be comfortable.” He said. “I figure that if you shave…everything…then maybe, with a little make-up, you could pass for a woman. I mean, you won’t be able to stand up to any in-depth scrutiny, but hopefully, it will be just enough to minimize the stares that I know you’re worried about getting. Just trust me.”
And with that, I was face-to-face with a stark realization. Frank and Tom wanted their ’ski bunny’ and I was it. And if they wanted to go out on the town, they planned to drag me along. If I didn’t want to be further embarrassed, I needed to get with the program. I started to shake.
“Frank, please don’t make me do this. Don’t make me go out like a woman. Just give me my ski clothes so I can be a man for the day and when we get back, I promise, my attitude will change. I’ll be more feminine in the cabin. I give you my word. Just don’t make me go out dressed.” I begged with fear and nervousness tinging my voice.
“It’s too late Jo,” he said and I cringed. “I’m not doing this to be cruel. Honestly, it’s just that the only clothes we brought for you are women’s clothes, so you don’t really have much choice as to what you’re going to wear. Where you do have some control is in how people respond to you. I can guarantee you that wearing the outfits we brought will generate stares if you’ve got facial hair. Take the hair off and you’ll get away with a lot more. Plus, I’ve got another special item for you that should also make it easier.”
“God Frank. Do you hate me? Is that why you’re torturing me like this?”
“No, it’s not that at all. Tom and I just have specific things that we like and want. This time around, we hadn’t planned on things taking the turn that they did, but now that we’re here, we both intend to make the most of it. If you could stop being so pissed off at us, you’d see that our behaviors towards you are limited in their context. Once the bet is over, we’ll treat you like the man you are. But until, we’re treating you like our girl. And we want to make that easy for you, but you keep fighting us every step of the way. Now I don’t mind a little bit of a challenge, and a little fight from you keeps it interesting and fun. However, once we step foot outside that door, Tom and I will only be able to do so much for you. You’re the one that’s going to control how others perceive you. If you want them to see you as a man en femme, then that’s what they’ll see. If you want to make them second-guess what they’re seeing, then do what you’ve gotta do. The second option will be less embarrassing for you, I guarantee it. But if you want to fight us, go ahead. You’ll be bringing the external humiliation on yourself, then you’ll have to deal with the consequences once we get back and are behind closed doors.” Frank stopped his diatribe and stared at me. “Jo, I’ve told you what I wanted. I’ve given you options when I chose to, but now, we’re entering a situation that is beyond my control. It’s your turn to make the decision. What are you going to do?”
Tom had, without my knowing, stepped out into the hallway and he echoed Frank’s question, “what are you going to do Jo?”
Reluctantly, I nodded my head and turned back towards the bathroom. “Okay,” I responded meekly. “I’ll shave. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to blend in as much as possible in public.” And with a tear in my eye, I closed the bathroom door knowing that I had just made a major decision to do whatever I had to in order to survive. It wasn’t physical survival that I felt threatened with. It was my emotional well-being that I had to look out for. I figured that following the commands from Frank and Tom would be easier to cope with than the potential public ridicule I would face if I continued to be stubborn and obstinate. I wasn’t happy with my decision because I felt like a piece of “me” was slipping away, but I hoped that in the long run things would be easier if I did things their way.
So, with my fingers crossed and a wish on my lips, I began getting cleaned up. I shaved my face, my body, my legs, even my groin. I showered, patted myself dry, then started putting on what was to be my public persona for the next few days. I slid on another pair of cotton panties, some hi-cut bikinis, and a matching camisole.
“Jo,” I heard Tom call through the door. “We left your clothes on your bed. Get a move on or else we’re gonna get a bad parking spot and miss out on the best runs of the morning.”
“Okay, I’m coming.” I stepped out the bathroom and made my way across the hall to my room.
“Let us know when you’re done getting dressed,” Frank said. “Don’t forget, we’ve got at least one more item that ought to help. Oh, and don’t worry about any tampons or other anal gear. At least not for today. Unless you need them or want them…?”
“No, no. I’m okay. I’ll be dressed in a few minutes,” I responded.
As I shut my door, I looked at the clothes they had laid out. Since it was cold, they’d left me some silk thermals and sport socks to wear, but it was the ski outfit that did me in. They’d gotten me a baby blue turtleneck, a black fleece vest, a pink and blue ski coat, and some black stretch pants with a decisively feminine fit. I knew that anybody who saw me wearing those clothes would think I was a girl, so I was semi-glad that I’d gone along with Frank’s suggestion to shave. After sliding into all the clothes but the jacket, I turned to the dresser. There, they’d left an array of make-up with a note that said “use only what you want…but lip gloss is required.” As a show of defiance, I only put on the lip gloss. It was like winning a small victory.
I grabbed my coat and headed out the room to meet the guys.
“Jo, like we said, we’ve got one more thing for you. Sit down please,” was Tom’s request. “This will hopefully make it a little easier to feel feminine and it should pass casual inspections.” Then I felt Frank placing something onto my head. It was a wig. I knew that the minute I felt the strands brush the side of my face. Frank tugged it, and shifted it a little until Tom gave him the ok. “Have a look,” said Tom as he moved from in front of a mirror.
And there I was. A softer face, made so by the black wig that framed my face, falling to just below my shoulders, and lip gloss giving my lips kind of a wet look. I wasn’t perfect. Anyone looking closely would be able to tell that I was a guy, but for the first time that morning, I felt like I had a chance of making it through the day without broadcasting my (remaining?) masculinity.
“We added some adhesive to the wig that will definitely keep it from falling off,” Frank said. “You can put it in a ponytail if you want, or even get it styled later on…if you want. But it won’t come off until we add some of the solvent that came with it. So feel secure that you’re not going to be flying down the mountain and then see your hair go in the opposite direction.” He smiled.
I offered a small smile of thanks back to both of them.
“Now, are we ready to go? Jo, got your tennis shoes?” I nodded.
“Okay then. Let’s hit the slopes.”
“Oh yeah…Jo, one more thing to remember,” Tom added.
“What’s that?”
“Well, we know you can keep a few small items in your pockets, so here’s some lip gloss, a tampon if you need it,” Tom smirked as he said that, “some money, and your cell phone. Last thing. Don’t forget to use the LADIES room if you have to go to the bathroom.”
“And for Pete’s sake, sit down while you’re in there,” Frank added through a sudden fit of laughter.
My blush would have been visible if not for my brown skin.
“Off we go.”
And off we went. We got to the slopes and, while we had missed a chance to lay “first tracks,” we still got to do some great skiing. The guys were gentlemanly in their behavior towards me all day. They joked with me, teased me, and flirted with me as though I was a real girl. It was a little unnerving at the beginning because I was so worried that I’d be “read.” Of course, it probably was a little easier since I had on ski clothes, which are generally a little bulky, hiding me. Still, once we got going, things were okay. I actually forgot about my appearance while we were actually skiing. Once we stopped for lunch though, I was reminded of my current state because I had to go to the bathroom. And that was the one time during the day that the guys subtly reminded me of my current position. When I made my intentions known, Frank leaned in and whispered, “remember…it’s the door with the girl on it.” Then he sat back with Tom and laughed. I quickly hustled off to take care of business, remembering to sit down while I was in the stall, and even going so far as to touch up my lip gloss as I was at the sink. I quickly made my way back to the guys who were still sitting at the table, enjoying what was left of lunch.
“Ready to go?” Tom asked as I got back to the table. I nodded. We gathered up our things and made our way back out for the afternoon runs. It felt really good to be floating down the mountain, twisting and turning and enjoying the challenge. But after about 2-3 hours, we were all ready to call it quits. We knew it was time to go when Tom got to the bottom of the hill and, in trying to show off, came to a stop, then promptly flipped over when his skis stuck in the slush at the bottom of the hill. We all laughed and got our gear together as we headed back to the truck.
“Jeez, I’m sore,” I said as we climbed into the truck. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had that type of workout.”
“Really,” said Frank. “What about last night?”
“That was different and that resulted in a different type of localized soreness. This, this is an all over type of soreness.”
“Tell you what Jo, since you’ve been such a good sport today and it looked like you actually enjoyed yourself, how about I give you a massage after dinner?” I looked shocked and surprised at Frank’s offer. But being naturally suspicious, I had to ask “what’s the catch?”
“No catch,” Frank responded. “Just trying to be nice. I’m not saying that there won’t be ‘extracurricular activities,’ I’m just trying to help you take some of the edge off.”
I looked at Tom for confirmation.
“Jo, you should do it. It doesn’t all have to be forced. We told you that we wanted you to have a good time too, so let us hook you up. Once we get back to the cabin, take a bath, read a book. We’ll have dinner, then for tonight, I’ll make myself scarce. You two can have fun and do whatever. I’ll rejoin the activities tomorrow. Does that sound any better?” Tom asked.
I was skeptical but figured I might as well take the shot, if for no other reason than to see if they were being sincere, or if they were just trying to sucker me in for something else.
“Okay Frank. After dinner, I’ll take you up on your offer.” I was still a little nervous about getting a massage from a guy that I knew, but I figured he’d already fucked me, so it’s not like I had to worry about him making a pass. That was guaranteed. But it was still different, because before, I hadn’t been in control. I had been forced to submit. Now, I was giving myself over to Frank willingly and that was my struggle. That was the thought on my mind as I fell asleep for the rest of the ride back to the cabin.
“Jo, wake up Jo. We’re back,” Tom said.
I had no idea that I’d been that tired. “Oh, okay. Thanks.” I almost fell out of the truck while trying to gather my things together.
“Hey, try not to drown while you’re in the bath, okay?” Frank laughed as he noticed my struggles. “Here, let me take the skis and poles.” I was again surprised by his behavior because it was just so different from anything I’d seen or experienced before. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and let him carry my equipment into the house while I headed straight for the bathroom to start the bath, then to my room to change. As I went into the bathroom for the bath, I heard the guys watching TV and planning dinner, so I figured I’d be undisturbed for awhile. As I started to lower myself in the tub, I remembered the wig and quickly found one of the scrunchies they’d provided me with and tried to put up my hair the way I’d seen past girlfriends do it. It wasn’t perfect, but at least my new hair didn’t get wet.
I must have lounged in the tub for almost an hour, just soaking the stresses of the day away. Finally, when my stomach reminded me that it needed attention too, I got out of the tub and dried off. As I made my way across the hallway I heard Frank call out “I left two outfits on your bed for you to wear tonight. Your choice.” Then he went back to watching TV. As I entered my room, there on the bed were my options. One was a black sheer teddy with an open back. The other was a sheer black chemise with matching thong panties. I was intrigued by both of them, but decided to go with the teddy. Slowly, I pulled it on, first sliding my legs in, then tugging it close against my body, tucking my penis beneath me, before finally attaching the halter straps behind my neck. It was a unique type of feeling, being wrapped in the teddy as I was. I decided to keep Frank guessing by grabbing one of the sweaters that he’d bought for me on the way and pulling that on. I also grabbed a denim skirts and quickly slid that on with a pair of pumps before sauntering out for dinner. As Frank looked up with a question in his eyes, I ignored him and sat down at the table while waiting for Tom to bring the food.
“Well, that wasn’t quite what I bargained for,” said Frank.
“True,” Tom added, “but you didn’t specify in the note that she couldn’t wear something on top of the outfits that you selected.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to be more specific next time,” Frank responded with a smile.
As we ate, we talked about the runs we enjoyed during the day and we made plans for the rest of the week. We decided to take the next day off, then ski at a different resort for the following days. But as for tomorrow, the guys wanted to take me to the casinos for a little gambling and a show.
“I’ll go to the show, but I’m not gambling. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that that’s what got me in this mess…or position to begin with. No thank you. No gambling for me.” They both laughed.
“That’s fine. You can be my arm candy,” said Tom.
“Well, you two have fun tomorrow. I think I’m going to gamble for awhile, but maybe I’ll hook up with you for the show. But as for tonight, I think I’m ready to flex my muscles a little bit.”
“That’s my cue. You kids be good now.” And with a wink and a nod, Tom excused himself from the table, put his dishes in the sink, then retired to his room to watch movies or sleep.
“So…” Frank looked me up and down. “Where would you like to receive your massage? Your room or mine?”
“So many decisions,” I joked. “What am I to do?”
“Pick one, before the decision is made for you.” Frank was about to take control again. “I’m going to clear the table. When I’m done, I’m going to find you wherever you are, then I’ll give you a massage and we’ll see how things go from there.” He got up and started stacking dishes. I waited until he had ventured further into the kitchen before sliding my chair out and making my way down the hall. I was still mentally adjusting to the role that I had so willingly taken on during the day, but I swallowed my nervousness and made my way into Frank’s room. As I stood in the doorway, I heard footsteps behind me.
“Go ahead.”
I turned to face Frank. I looked him in the face and let him see my confusion and distress.
“Don’t worry about anything. What happens here stays here.” With that, he gently grabbed my waist and guided me further into the room. “Before we go any further, I want to see what you’re wearing. Just take off the sweater and skirt. Keep the shoes on.” Then he stepped back and waited for me to strip. Slowly I shimmied out of the skirt, letting it fall to my feet. As I started pulling the sweater up over my head, I heard him say in a soft voice “very nice.” I stood there before him, dressed only in a teddy and pumps, with my hair hanging across my shoulders and my hands crossed in front of me.
“Lie face down on the bed.”
I moved around the side of the bed and crawled onto it. I put my face on the pillow and tucked my hands underneath the pillow so he wouldn’t see them shaking. I heard him taking off his clothes. By the time he got close, he was wearing only his boxers. Then I heard him turn on some soft music. He didn’t sound like he was close by so I opened my eyes to peek at where he was. I saw him lighting candles around the room and I thought to myself “is he trying to set up a seduction.” I didn’t say a word. I just lay there and closed my eyes waiting for him to make the next move. I felt him looking me up and down, soaking the image of me in and burning it in his memory. I closed my eyes and waited for him to make the next move. I smelled it before I felt it. It was the scent of perfume. Then, I felt lotion being spread on my back. I felt Frank’s hands kneading the muscles in my back, pushing all soreness and stress away. He started up towards my shoulders and worked a knot that had been there all day. “Relax” was all he had to say. Then he continued with the massage. He spent a few more minutes working on my shoulders and arms, then started working his way down my back again. I felt him spread more lotion on my lower back as he neared my hips and ass. He massaged my lower back and ass and only flirted with my asshole. I felt his fingers dip into the crack of my ass and just lightly probe my hole before he continued past it and started working on my legs. Slowly and methodically, Frank worked the muscles of my legs and involuntarily, I felt a moan escape my lips. I blamed it on the skiing we had done earlier and appreciated the relief his hands provided. Minute after minute, he worked on my legs moving with tender care further and further down until he reached my feet. I was surprised when he started taking my shoes off. I started to say something, but Frank stopped me. “I’m going to put them back on in a minute. I just wanted to massage them too, and put some lotion on them.” I didn’t say another word. I was still somewhat dazed by Frank’s outpouring of gentleness and caring, and I was relishing the sensitivity with which he treated me. His massage nearly put me to sleep, but I suppose it was my curiosity at where he would take things next that kept me awake. Still, I could see how people got addicted to receiving massages.

Note this is a true story. Only the names have been changed to protect everyone involved.
My name is Mike. It all started very innocently. There was no ultimate plan of seduction, at least in the beginning there was not. I was about 25 at the time the main part of this story took place. I was also single and lonely because of how hard it is to meet women after high school and all my friends were off in college. My aunt Kay is a very nice woman but always tries to play