her and generally ignored me. She was a daredevil and game for anything. Given the opportunity, she’d flaunt her wares happily and especially liked showing off her large breasts.
I recalled the last time she’d convinced me to go on a blind date with her and her date. The man, Rick, was attractive and Shannon’s date, a guy called Darren, ended up taking us to his penthouse late that night. He had a hot tub. Shamelessly, the men and Shannon had stripped and sat naked in the tub. No amount of coaxing convinced me to take off my bra and panties. Shannon made out with Darren right in front of us. Rick had tried, but I shied away from him. I wasn’t into one-night stands. I’d watched Shannon with fascination, how she unabashed fucked her date by sitting on his lap, his hands and mouth all over her breasts. It had turned me on, but not enough to make me want to have a stranger screw me. By the time they’d finally stopped and gotten out of the tub, I’d almost turned into a prune. Rick was bored with me and made it obvious, especially when he joined Shannon and Darren on the floor and I got to witness a threesome. I envied Shannon her shamelessness, but I never longed to be that promiscuous. When they finally passed out, I called a taxi and went home.
The next day, Shannon called me and gave me no amount of shit. “Girlfriend, that’s the last time I’ll arrange a blind date for you.”
I didn’t care. I truly longed for a relationship, not for flings or one-night stands. Mark was the only one Shannon had dated exclusively for quite a while. Maybe she was finally settling down.
I pictured the silver gown again, swaying to the music as I walked out to face the audience, and my pussy ached, my clit throbbed. I spread my legs and stroked myself. My pussy felt weird, naked. I placed my thumb on my clit. It didn’t take long before I came. I stroked the baby soft skin between my legs. It still felt strange, but nice at the same time.
My wine glass was empty so I stood to fill it. I took it to the bedroom and set it on my nightstand. After peeling my panties off, I sat on the floor at the foot of my bed facing the mirror. I pulled my knees up and spread them. My breasts were hard, the nipples like tiny pebbles begging for attention. I pinched each one and massaged my breasts. While gazing at my reflection, focusing on my pussy, I stroked it. It looked so strange, so baby bare, yet so alluring and pink. The flesh between was moist and a dusty rose color. I’d never pleasured myself like that. I tried to picture Kalem doing it to me, his hand between my legs, his mouth on my nipple, and my come burst loose soaking my hand. I sat breathing heavily and gazing at my clit, my opening, the fragile flesh between my pussy lips, until my heart resumed a normal rhythm and my libido subsided.
I retrieved my glass of wine and after washing my hands, returned to the living room and tried to concentrate on TV. It was only after another glass of wine I finally dozed off, still curled up in the corner of the couch.
Chapter Four
I was almost used to getting naked. After a facial, my hair in rollers, one of the girls took me to a cubicle and told me to strip and lie down on a table. I thought I was being treated to a massage. Instead, the young woman rubbed my whole body with what felt like fine sandpaper. Then she applied a lotion over every inch. After waiting a few minutes, she told me to follow her and led me to a cubicle.
“Stand on the half moon,” she told me.
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can. It’s mystic spray tanning. Orders from Kalem.”
“Oh? How long until it dries?”
“It’ll give you a glowing tan in five minutes. Here, let me put a shower cap on your head. Close your eyes and spread your fingers. Also, during the spraying, bend over with your legs spread as wide as possible.”
“Really? How long does the tan last?”
“About a week, if you don’t bathe right
I recalled the last time she’d convinced me to go on a blind date with her and her date. The man, Rick, was attractive and Shannon’s date, a guy called Darren, ended up taking us to his penthouse late that night. He had a hot tub. Shamelessly, the men and Shannon had stripped and sat naked in the tub. No amount of coaxing convinced me to take off my bra and panties. Shannon made out with Darren right in front of us. Rick had tried, but I shied away from him. I wasn’t into one-night stands. I’d watched Shannon with fascination, how she unabashed fucked her date by sitting on his lap, his hands and mouth all over her breasts. It had turned me on, but not enough to make me want to have a stranger screw me. By the time they’d finally stopped and gotten out of the tub, I’d almost turned into a prune. Rick was bored with me and made it obvious, especially when he joined Shannon and Darren on the floor and I got to witness a threesome. I envied Shannon her shamelessness, but I never longed to be that promiscuous. When they finally passed out, I called a taxi and went home.
The next day, Shannon called me and gave me no amount of shit. “Girlfriend, that’s the last time I’ll arrange a blind date for you.”
I didn’t care. I truly longed for a relationship, not for flings or one-night stands. Mark was the only one Shannon had dated exclusively for quite a while. Maybe she was finally settling down.
I pictured the silver gown again, swaying to the music as I walked out to face the audience, and my pussy ached, my clit throbbed. I spread my legs and stroked myself. My pussy felt weird, naked. I placed my thumb on my clit. It didn’t take long before I came. I stroked the baby soft skin between my legs. It still felt strange, but nice at the same time.
My wine glass was empty so I stood to fill it. I took it to the bedroom and set it on my nightstand. After peeling my panties off, I sat on the floor at the foot of my bed facing the mirror. I pulled my knees up and spread them. My breasts were hard, the nipples like tiny pebbles begging for attention. I pinched each one and massaged my breasts. While gazing at my reflection, focusing on my pussy, I stroked it. It looked so strange, so baby bare, yet so alluring and pink. The flesh between was moist and a dusty rose color. I’d never pleasured myself like that. I tried to picture Kalem doing it to me, his hand between my legs, his mouth on my nipple, and my come burst loose soaking my hand. I sat breathing heavily and gazing at my clit, my opening, the fragile flesh between my pussy lips, until my heart resumed a normal rhythm and my libido subsided.
I retrieved my glass of wine and after washing my hands, returned to the living room and tried to concentrate on TV. It was only after another glass of wine I finally dozed off, still curled up in the corner of the couch.
Chapter Four
I was almost used to getting naked. After a facial, my hair in rollers, one of the girls took me to a cubicle and told me to strip and lie down on a table. I thought I was being treated to a massage. Instead, the young woman rubbed my whole body with what felt like fine sandpaper. Then she applied a lotion over every inch. After waiting a few minutes, she told me to follow her and led me to a cubicle.
“Stand on the half moon,” she told me.
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can. It’s mystic spray tanning. Orders from Kalem.”
“Oh? How long until it dries?”
“It’ll give you a glowing tan in five minutes. Here, let me put a shower cap on your head. Close your eyes and spread your fingers. Also, during the spraying, bend over with your legs spread as wide as possible.”
“Really? How long does the tan last?”
“About a week, if you don’t bathe right
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