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First Published: 22-Sep-2002

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Tracey part 2
by Rose Eastmann

Story Code: m/F, M/F, M/M, Dogging, Exhibition, Voyeurism, Inter-Racial, First Time.

It was a tap on the window that woke me up, I was disoriented and slightly confused, ' Where the hell am I? ' I thought to myself, I was lying on my back on the lamb's wool rug, it all came back to me, the body, face down pressing me into the rug was Dell, a fifteen, almost sixteen year old boy. Dell was lying on top of me, face down, his head, nestled in the 'crook' of my neck, his right arm lying down my left side and his hand pressed under my left buttock. 'Tap, tap' there was the tapping on the window again, I pushed Dell.

"What's the time?" I asked him.

He tugged his hand out from under my bum, he lifted his head up. Looked around, spotted his watch which he had put on the coffee table just above my head. He had to squirm around on top of me slightly to be able to reach above my head, causing his chest to rotate on top of my breasts and squish them down even more than they were already. This movement caused a memory trigger, something Harry often did; I would have to check my diary later to see if I had mentioned it at all.

"God, it's seven o'clock!" Dell said.

'Tap,tap', there was the window again, Dell had heard it this time too and was on his feet, I couldn't believe him, his cock was standing like a flagpole, we had fucked so much a few hours earlier that I felt sure that he needed nothing more in that way for a while. He cracked the curtain open slightly, turned his head toward me, "It's Sandy, shall I let her in?"

"Are you crazy?"

I said pointing to my naked body and then at his.

"Sandy's cool, she won't care!" He said and bounded out of the room. I heard the latch on the door being turned, a "Come in" from Dell as he bounced back into the living room.

In the seconds I had to try and compose myself I noticed that I had huge patches of dried sperm on the insides of both thighs, my pubic hair was matted with the stuff too. I tried to stand up, I could just about get into the kitchen before Sandy got in the room. I was wrong, my bottom was stuck to the rug, "God that boy must have a sperm tanker instead of balls", I thought to myself. I had my left arm covering my breasts and my right hand covering as much of my pussy as I could.

Dell bounced down at my side and sat there with a broad grin on his face. Sandy stepped into the room, plonked herself down on the sofa after first straightening the seat cushions.

"Well, a little early evening delight?"

Sandy said, then she looked at the hearth, all of the small candles had burnt themselves out, most of the larger ones too, there were only six candles still burning and a huge 'scab' of solidified candle wax covering most of the firebox floor.

"Mmmmmm I see most of the day delight, rather than just afternoon!"

I know I blushed, fortunately with the curtains closed at the front it was a little dark for Sandy to see me colour up. Dell on the other hand looked as pleased as punch.

"I'll have one sugar in mine!"

Sandy said, not to anyone in particular but to 'us' in general.

"Oh, okay, I'll do it!"

Dell bounced to his feet, his cock looked great as it passed my face, I had, until the past thirty-six hours or so, been a reluctant oral lover, now as I watched Dell's cock bounce past my eyes. I licked my lips, imagining what it would taste like with the mixture of my dried love juice and his sperm all over it. Because I was trying to hide my nakedness I wasn't trying to extract my flesh from the iron grip of the lambs wool rug, Sandy must have thought I was some kind of tart, sitting there in the nude on the rug instead of going to get dressed.

Sandy and I engaged in small talk for a few minutes, Dell walked in the room with one cup of coffee and the nighty that I had dissuaded in the kitchen that morning. Dell said, "You look uncomfortable, I'd prefer to see you like this all the time but that's not fair on you."

I slipped the garment on and got Dell to stand behind me and help me to my feet, there was a blinding pain as the fine strands of wool were torn from my bottom and I was sure that some of my bottom had been left behind on the rug. I went to sit by Sandy's side on the sofa, Dell was standing in front of us, Sandy beckoned Dell to her, she touched his penis, he was still solid and at full mast, she tried to peel back his foreskin and he winced a little with the pain.

"I think you need to make an appointment with the doctor young man!"

My mind put two and two together and made five!

"What for?"

There was a real note of panic in my voice.

"He needs to be circumcised," Sandy said.

She told us that he was okay until he started to have sex, now because of the tightness of his foreskin and the fact that he had turned out to be such a 'big boy', he would suffer a lot if he didn't have the restriction removed. Dell was totally unconcerned that Sandy had just played with his manhood, almost accepted or even expected it. He just turned and asked me if I would like a coffee, I shook my head.

"Well lift up then!" he told me, then he pulled my hand and I sailed to my feet.

Dell slipped down in my place and then pulled me back down so that I was sitting on his knee. Dell made a deft move as I was on the downward journey to his knee; he flipped the back of my nighty up so that my bare bottom made contact with his bare lap. As Sandy and I chatted Dell was moving subtly so that his cock was nestling against my labia, he made no sound at all as he moved the last inch and his cock popped into my body. My eyes closed slightly as I felt the wonderful feeling of boyhood inside of me.

Sandy had asked if I had ever done any amateur dramatics, "No!"

"What, not even at school?"

"No, never."

Dell's left hand had sneaked under the hem of my nighty and was even now fondling my breast, pinching my nipple, squeezing the flesh gently, appreciating the response he felt to his ministrations.

"Well I'm a member of the Arnold, Amateur Dramatics, we need as many men and women as we can get to take part in a charity play." Sandy said.

"I don't think I would be very good on stage."

The words were coming out of me in short gasps as Dell was now rocking me back and forth on his knee, on his cock. Sandy was smiling all across her face; she obviously knew what Dell was doing to me right next to her.

"I'm sure that Dell would love to be in the play too, it would give you two an opportunity to meet once a week."

Sandy had just recruited two new actors for the play.

It didn't take Dell long to shoot his load into me, he didn't make any sound, didn't drive me to a climax, he must have guessed how embarrassed I would have been if I had lost control like that in front of Sandy. Dell patted my back, his way of telling me that I could now get off of his lap if I wanted to. I took the opportunity to stand up, Sandy's eyes flashed down on to Dell's lap, there was still semen oozing from his foreskin, Sandy dipped a finger into the pool and smiled again. I could feel my face glowing bright red in the darkened room, I made an excuse and ran upstairs. I sat on the toilet and watched Dell's deposit running from my body, it almost looked like I was peeing, as I sat there I remembered the memory jogger that Dell had caused earlier when he ground his chest into my breasts to reach above my head.

After I cleaned myself I rushed into my bedroom, found my diary, I had noted with a red 'X' each date that Sandy had estimated my ovulation had started, I counted back four days from each one and I got the same note: 'H crushed my breasts last night again, then I was too dry for intimacy without lubrication, I hate H having to do that to me, I wonder if I get turned off when he crushes me?'

The pattern seemed to be, normal sex for around ten days, almost every day, following the second day of my period, then, sex was less frequent for the rest of the cycle, but each time we had sex in that part of my cycle I always seemed to be too dry for sex. That didn't ring true though, according to Cosmo' a woman's body excretes a lubricating fluid at ovulation, the fluid is to allow her egg an easy passage through her fallopian tubes , that means that I should have been more lubricated than usual not less.

I had to go into my room to get dressed anyway so I searched above the bed to try and find what Harry could have been reaching for on those occasions when he crushed me into the bed. okay, most people have a regular headboard I know, but we had a book case as our headboard. The bottom shelf was there as normal, the first shelf up, which would have been below the level of the mattress had been moved up, turned through ninety degrees and fastened below the second shelf, right at the front of the book case, to form a pillow stop. Then there were three shelves of storage right there above the bed, I checked the lowest shelf, what I was looking for had to be on my side of the bed, just passed the central line. All I found was a brightly coloured ceramic pot; it had a tight seal on the lid, something like a jam jar.

I opened the jar and it was full of a steel blue powder, there was no smell to the powder but I didn't want to dip a finger in it or anything, I had a sudden thought, it could almost be the remains of some dead person and a shiver ran down my spine. I called to Sandy to come upstairs, I had my bra and panties on as she walked in the room, she looked at my under garments and had to struggle to hold back her laughter.

"What the hell are those? Did your mother get them for you?"

I ignored her comments, my under garments are for my comfort and mine alone, not a fashion item to be shown off to anyone else. I opened the small pot.

"What do you think this could be?"

"Alum!"

The phrase 'does not compute' ran across my forehead, "It's used to tighten up a loose woman!" Sandy said, ' how the hell does she know things like that? ' I said to myself.

"Before, when I was first married and my husband was the jealous type, if I had sex with someone else and had to go home to my husband, I couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't want sex, he would have caught me out, so I used Alum to make me feel dry and tight, sometimes he carried on anyway and others he was put off by the effort of trying to get me wet!"

I must have exhibited my 'Sandy, you are full of crap' look because she rubbed her finger down her dress to make it as dry as possible, then she dipped her finger into the powder, she pulled it out and it had a thick covering of the powder, I was amazed, I had expected, with a totally dry finger, that it would have come out with nothing at all on it. Sandy used her other hand to pull the front of my knickers forward and pushed her powder covered finger between my thighs.

"Feel yourself now", she said.

I dipped a finger into myself, I was totally dry and very tight, "You have just had a pussy full of Dell's baby cream haven't you, well does it feel like it?"

I sat on the bed awkwardly, Harry must have been doing something like that each time he wanted sex in those dangerous days of my cycle, but why would he do that and still have sex with me?

Sandy's eyes were scanning the contents of the bookshelf headboard, reading the titles on the book spines and taking everything in, "What have you got one of those for?"

"One of what?"

She reached to the spot, which was next to the space vacated by the small brightly coloured pot, "This is the lubricant dispenser that a doctor would use for cervical examinations or to place an instrument inside a woman's womb!" Sandy said.

I had actually put the tube out of my mind completely, it was white, ten inched long and four inched in circumference. It had a four inch long applicator tube, the printing on the tube was simple, 'Medical quality lubricant gel'. The reason I had erased it from my mind to the point that I didn't actually see it if I looked along the shelf was because it was to do with sex, and worse than that, it was to correct a deficiency on my part. Sandy unscrewed the top and squeezed a line of the gel onto her finger, my flesh crawled slightly.

"Do you know where that thing has been?" I said.

"Yes", Sandy was studying the gel on her finger tip, she sniffed at it, she put her thumb to her forefinger and rubbed the gel between them, then she tried to pull a string of the gel between her thumb and forefinger.

"This is definitely not lubricating gel!"

"How do you know?"

Sandy reached into her handbag, she removed a small pot, "Natural sponge", she said, then she found a small tube at the bottom of her bag.

She pulled my hand to her and laid a trail from her tube on my index finger, then a trail of the lubricating gel on my middle finger.

"Can you see any difference?"

I looked carefully, "No, they look exactly the same", I said.

"Now smell them!"

I brought the two strings of gel to my nose, went from one to the other and back, "No they both smell exactly the same", I said.

"Now rub the first one between your finger and thumb."

I did, Sandy was waiting with a tissue to wipe my thumb quickly so that I could do the same to the second sample, "Absolutely no difference", I said.

Then the shocker, Sandy showed me that the manufacturer of the cream was the company that Harry worked for, then shocker number two, and this was the biggie, the cream in Sandy's tube was spermicidal jelly.

Sandy was still puzzling over why the gel had been put into the container that it had been, "Does Harry put this stuff in you after he tells you that you need a little lubrication?"

I nodded an affirmation, "Does it hurt a little when he puts the cream in?"

I nodded again, "Do you watch him put it in?" I shook my head at this question.

"I always have my eyes closed and it is usually mostly dark and Harry is usually bent over me so all I would have seen would be his back anyway."

Sandy pushed me on to my back on the bed, she covered my body with hers and eased my knickers down. She pulled my legs up so that my knees were as wide apart as possible, and the soles of my feet were pressed together. "Are you usually like this when Harry puts the cream in?"

"Yes", I felt a light scratch, in my memory replay I felt that scratch every time, then there was the pain that I always tried to block out of my mind.

"Does it feel like that when he puts the cream in?"

"Yes."

Sandy sat up, she had left the tube inside my vagina, I had expected to see just the applicator's nozzle inside of me but the tube was right inside, Sandy told me to feel for myself, she helped me to sit up, and she guided my fingers. I was shocked to feel the applicator's nozzle was actually engaged inside the neck of my womb, the very thin tip of the nozzle allowed it to slip easily past the muscle that should have kept my cervix closed.

"Harry has been lacing you up with spermicidal gel before he fucks you, how long as he been doing that?"

"Ever since we got married I think!"

"Well you have no need to worry about falling pregnant after today's session with young Dell anyway, I have pumped you so full of this stuff that it would need am immaculate conception to get you pregnant with all that stuff filling your womb!"

Dell had become bored with being downstairs by himself, he had come looking for us but also for his clothes, he had been standing in the doorway watching my own personal little drama unfold. I was feeling very emotional, I knew that I was close to tears but was fighting to hold them back. Dell came in; he sat by my side, put a comforting arm around my shoulder and pulled me backward on to the bed. Dell half covered my body as he began to kiss me once again, his cock was pressing against my upper thigh, the boy was hard once again, 'Oh the miracle of youth'. I felt Sandy remove the tube of gel from my cervix and vagina, the difference between how Sandy removed the tube and how Harry removed it was that Sandy didn't carry on injecting the gel into me as she pulled the tube from me.

Dell was inching himself over my body, moving slowly but surely into his favourite position between my thighs. I put Sandy out of my mind for a while, my eyes were closed, I was kissing Dell and there was a building feeling of anticipation in my loins. Dell finally got into position and pushed down.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Dell exclaimed, "Wow you're tight," Dell said, his voice had broken the magic slightly, my eyes opened and I saw Sandy still sitting on the edge of my bed, watching as I was being fucked by her best friends son. I had left the wardrobe door open while I had been selecting my clothes to put on and now I could see the reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. I saw Dell's and my feet, looking up I could almost see the point of our union but not quite, I saw Sandy sitting by our side, her hand was lazily stroking Dell's back, she dwelled a moment with her hand on Dell's bottom, Dell was beginning to increase his speed slightly.

This wasn't a secret fuck under cover of my nighty, this was the full blown thing with Sandy right there watching us. I saw Sandy apply some of the gel to the tip of her middle finger, then I saw her move her hand to Dell's bottom again. It was difficult to see exactly what she was doing in the reflection but it looked like she was massaging spermicidal gel into Dell's anal muscle. As she pushed her finger into him hard he pressed into me extra hard too, I watched as Sandy began to finger-fuck Dell's anus, it drove him wild and he fired off inside of me in a few seconds.

Sandy was wiping her middle finger off on her tissue as Dell climbed from between my thighs, he kissed me tenderly and thanked me for the wonderful day and then he kissed Sandy in the same passionate way and thanked her for what she had just done for him.

Sandy and Dell left together, they had walked less than a hundred yards before Harry's car pulled onto our drive. I still wasn't dressed, so I had to dash up stairs quickly. I thought that as Harry and I hadn't had sex for four days he might just want to exercise his conjugal rights, he seldom went longer than four days without sex. I was still full up with Dell's sperm and didn't have time to clean myself up so I resorted to Sandy's trickery and pushed a finger full of Alum into my pussy.

I pulled my dirty nighty back on and climbed into bed. "Hi darling, you still in bed?", "I have been up for a while but felt a little tired again", I said.

Harry changed into his pyjamas and joined me in bed; he didn't even kiss me before his finger was searching for signs of infidelity between my thighs. Fortunately all he found was an incredibly tight vaginal opening, Harry reached for the gel and was in the process of lifting my nighty when I told him that I had a headache, that was a milestone in our relationship, the first time I had ever rejected his advances since the first time he fucked me.

My working week went as normal, I spent every waking moment either thinking about Dell and what we had done together or busily working, Harry had three further rejections from me during the week and was beginning to get quite frustrated and very angry. Thursday evening I got home from work late, Harry was already there.

"One of your friends phoned for you five minutes ago," Harry said.

"Really, who?"

My mind was racing ahead, had Dell been stupid enough to phone while I was out and Harry was there?

"A woman called Sandy, she asked me to remind you that rehearsals are tonight".

"Oh God, I forgot about that completely, they need people to be in the crowd scene for a charity play, I think it is for children in need later in the year!"

Harry wanted to know more about the play, I couldn't tell him, I would find out what it was all about this evening if I went, but I told Harry that I still hadn't made up my mind to take part. I cooked a simple evening meal and was eating when the doorbell sounded; Harry answered the door and walked in with Sandy following behind him.

"Oh Tracey, darling, I love the way you have the place done up!" Sandy said in a flamboyant, thespian kind of way.

I left the rest of my meal uneaten, followed Sandy to her car and climbed in the back, Carol was in the front passenger seat and Dell in the back. As soon as the door was closed Dell's fingers were working at the hem of my dress, Harry was still waving to me as Dell's fingers eased through the leg hole of my panties, I was panting by the time we were out of Harry's sight. Carol looked back and watched her son finger fucking me, Dell checked out of the rear window before he kissed me, a kiss so passionate that I think I may just have climaxed from that kiss alone never mind the frantic action of finger against clitoris. All I could do was smile in Carol's direction as she observed her progeny's new found skills bring me to an earth-shattering climax.

The play was by a new Russian writer, it centres around Lenin's tomb and a party, the 'masses' were needed for two scenes, walking past Lenin's glass coffin, stage rear, as the main actors played out a scene front of stage. We would have to walk slowly past the back of the coffin facing the players and the audience. Then as soon as we hit the wings we had to rush around the back cloth changing our clothes so that we emerged from stage right once again at the back of the precession. If we did everything right it would look like a cast of thousands when there were actually hoped to be around forty people for that scene. The other scene would involve standing at the back of the stage drinking 'stage' Champaign, which turned out to be cold, weak tea, without milk. That first night gave 'the masses' all the direction we needed, in truth all we would have to do was turn up for one other rehearsal and the final dress rehearsal and then we would be okay to go on opening night. Sandy told me that if I wanted her to, she would collect me every week from home and Dell and I could spend the evening in her dressing room, if that's what I wanted to do.

Carol insisted on us going to the pub after rehearsal, she had a speaking part and it was going to be her first 'am-dram' too.

"I need a fucking drink!" She exploded as we walked from the stage door, Sandy did the trip to the bar and came back with my Britvic fifty-five and lemonade, a double brandy for Carol and a pint of bitter for Dell, Sandy was on soft drinks as she was driving. I was about to protest that Dell was much too young to be drinking in a pub but the words stuck in my throat. I knew that Sandy would tell me in response that he was too young for playing hooky from school all Monday afternoon to fuck a married woman too or something like that.

We were joined by several of the other actors from the play and a few other men; one was going to do the graphics for the adverts, programs, tickets and flyers. He was mid-forties, seemed to be quite taken with me, Dell could hardly contain his jealousy, fortunately Carol took him for a game of pool while the rest of us chatted. Sandy introduced me to the man as Phillip.

"We all call him 'Phil the photographer' for obvious reasons." She told me, Phillip was an old school gentleman, he wanted to know if I had an agent, I took a swallow from my drink as I blushed.

"What would I need an agent for?"

Phillip told me that, with the right agent, I could make a lot of money from modelling. I treated his comments as just another chat up line; I had to admit that I liked it. There had been several occasions while I was at college where guys would practice their best lines to try and get me into bed only to be shot down by 'Miss Prissy Knickers'. Sandy asked me to help her at the bar.

"Phil is serious you know, he isn't the kind to shoot a line like that just to impress someone, or to get a woman into bed". I blushed again, softly punched her shoulder and told her not to be stupid.

I caught Dell's eye and nodded towards the rear door, it led out into a small yard with storerooms and old, hardly used toilets. Dell misunderstood my intentions; by the time he caught up with me his trousers were open and his cock out in the cool night air. I gave him a stern look, "I hope I am more than that to you", I said.

"I'm not just a quick fuck in passing, whenever you're horny."

I could see that I had wounded Dell deeply, for him it was his only way of expressing his great love for me but he couldn't see how the way he was going about it would make me feel. I explained that I was married.

"I know that and I hate that you are in that house with your prick of a husband every night!" Dell spat out at me. It took a long time for me to make Dell see that what we had done was wonderful and special but I wasn't about to swap one man for another, especially with the age difference between us.

"And my colour!" Dell said.

I just set my jaw as solidly as I could, no matter what I said next I could never get past that particular 'chip' on Dells shoulder. I let Dell go back into the pub ahead of me, waited a few minutes and then followed.

"Phil had to leave but he gave me his card to give to you," Sandy said as I reached the table.

I told her that I needed a walk and left my drink unfinished on the table, as I walked out of the door I dropped the business card into my handbag. Sandy caught me up in the street.

"What's wrong? I think Dell was hoping that you would go back to his house for a while tonight," she said.

"I doubt that Dell will want to do much with me for a while" I replied.

When I got to the end of my drive I could see that the living room light was off, I checked my watch, Harry would have been in bed exactly ten minutes. I looked across the road, toward the footpath, if I hadn't had my little 'spat' with Dell earlier I would probably have gone home with him and Carol and if I hadn't I would probably have been inclined to take a stroll into the unlit car park. I seemed to be standing there for hours, just standing, trying to weigh up the pros and cons of going to the car park or going to bed, eventually bed won out.

I entered the house as silently as I could; I carefully avoided the squeaky step on the stairs, undressed in the bathroom and went in to the bedroom in just my bra and knickers. I could tell by Harry's breathing pattern that he was asleep, my nighty was right where I expected it to be, clean, pressed and folded, waiting under my pillow for me. I sat on the edge of the bed as carefully as I could, there was a break in Harry's breathing, I sat totally motionless until Harry fell back into his usual breathing pattern that told me he was fully asleep again.

I lay down in ultra-slow motion, but as I drew the duvet over my shoulder Harry was awake. Harry turned over to kiss me 'goodnight' he reached his right arm over my body, and the familiar 'sexual warm up' manoeuvre began. A second kiss, a little longer than the first, Harry inching his chest over mine and his right thigh over my left. A third kiss and now Harry's chest is covering half of my body, the fourth kiss and while 'lip lock' is achieved Harry's right arm moves toward the shelf above the bed. Harry's chest rotates against my breasts and squashes me down into the bed and Harry has found the small, brightly coloured, ceramic pot. In my mind I said, ' No, damn you Harry, I didn't go through the pain of setting Dell straight earlier to allow another insensitive prick to do me now '. Harry's right arm began its downward journey, and I caught his wrist as his hand was level with my breasts.

"Why don't you just put the cream in Harry, I don't want that other stuff in me anymore!"

Harry was flustered; he spluttered out that he didn't know what I was talking about. With his right wrist gripped tightly in my left hand I turned on the table light to my right. "This stuff", I said and pointed out the steel blue powder stuck to his middle finger.

"Wipe that stuff off and just put the cream in me if that's what you want to do!"

My voice was probably as harsh and as threatening as Harry had ever heard from me, I saw the look that a driver sees in the eyes of the rabbit caught in his headlights just before he hits it. Everything stood still for an eternity, then Harry 'harrumphed' and he turned away from me, "GOOD! . . . NIGHT!" he said, punching out the separateness of each word. He was asleep in moments, this was now a record point in our relationship, it had been just over a week since 'intimacy' had taken place, a record in itself! And now, he had turned his back on me even though I was willing for him to be intimate with me, 'all be it' on my terms not his.

And then there was nothing but darkness and silence, the only thing that pointed to the fact that two lives were sharing this patch of the planet was the rhythmical breathing patterns that had interwoven in the ballet of sleep. Terry Wogan bid me wake, the alarm clock, on Harry's side of the bed and permanently tuned to radio two was talking directly to me, usually I would hear only a burst of sound before Harry hit the stop button, I would be drawn, gently from sleep by the sound of the toilet flushing, the shower running and finally the hot water tank refilling. Then and only then it was safe for me to make the toilet run, shower and dress.

By the time I got downstairs there would be coffee, a rack full of toast and the comforting sounds of early morning radio from the kitchen or GMTV from the living room. Terry was prattling on, annoyingly, Harry never usually subjected me to this much punishment this early in the morning. But the truth was, Harry wasn't there to turn the radio off, it was a while before I realised I was alone in the bed, alone in the house; even my car was alone in the drive. No coffee, no rack of toast, no GMTV, no Harry. All that there was, in the toast rack was a note, 'Had to go in early, sorry, see you tonight, love H'.

I made my own coffee, I couldn't face the day without, ' Damned ', I said to myself, there was certainly something to face today. Because I had missed the ten o'clock meeting with the finance director, even though I was 'ill' at the time, he had a difficult board meeting and I had to meet him in his office first thing this morning. I knew that if I met him in the mood I was in last night I would probably be unemployed by mid-morning. Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, I was swimming in coffee by the time I rolled in to work. I had been telling myself over and over that I had to try and look contrite, had to sound as if I was really sorry at failing him and putting him in such an invidious position.

I knocked on the finance director's door, even though the senior managers office suites were only two floors above the floor I worked on it must have been above the cloud line. My office was dark and dismal and on this floor the sun shone brightly, "Enter", the voice was female which took me by surprise.

The director's PA was sitting at his desk, "I'm sorry Tracy, the FD was called into an important meeting at the last minute".

I looked out of the window and said, "I do hope he remembered his golf cap, would hate him to get sunstroke on the back nine".

Miss Heaver, she always called us by our first names but we were under pain of death not to use that familiarity with her, chose to ignore my inference. "How would you like a slightly more challenging position Tracey?"

"Like the dole queue?" I said under my breath,

"We need someone in Northampton, someone bright and forthright, for a minimum six month secondment as business analyst."

"Pay rise?" I asked, hopefully.

"No, not initially, but a generous expenses package, I'm prepared to offer you one hundred pounds a day in expenses!"

I did the calculations quickly in my head. ' The company rate was twenty pence a mile for travelling expenses, and with the three pounds for missed meal provision, one hundred and ninety miles a day, that's thirty eight pounds, so I would be entitled to forty-one pounds and she was offering me fifty-nine pounds more, mmmmmmm why? '. Miss Heaver told me that she wanted me to have the opportunity to choose between driving the eighty-five miles each way each day or stopping over in a hotel from time to time, so that explained the generous expenses. Also it would be a little pay rise that she could slip past the FD without it looking like she had approved of my hanging her boss out to dry in front of the general board of directors and rewarding me for it.

I was handed a folder of documents that I would need to read before Monday and told to go home and prepare for Monday. Bonus, no telling-off, extra pay and a day off as well, I could get to like this idea. I fanned through the documents; I had already seen all of them before so it really was a day off.

I sat in my car, do I go home or not? ' Not! ' I remembered the card that I had dropped in my handbag the night before. Designs on Phillip, Unit 5, Riverside Court, Nottingham. There was a telephone number but I decided to go past instead of phone. I took out my mobile, was just about to type in Phil's details and phone number when I noticed that I had several messages and ten missed calls. I must have set my phone to silent while in the theatre the night before and forgot to put it back to normal. I just deleted all of the missed call details and began to read my messages.

1, Dell,"Sorry!"

2, Dell, "I really am sorry!"

3, Dell, "Please give me another chance."

4, Dell, "I know! Why should you?"

5, Sandy, "I have been chatting to Dell, he told me what happened last night. You were absolutely right to rap his knuckles but remember he is very young and inexp"

5, Sandy, "erienced. It is really up to you but I think you should at least help him to learn how to treat women right, you have done so much to help him in such a sho"

6, Sandy, "rt time I honestly think that you are the best thing that has ever happened to him in his life, anyway, just me butting in again sorry."

7, Dell, "That colour thing, I really am a twat for saying that, it would be nice to have a second chance but if you can't then thank you so very much"

8, Dell, "For everything that you let me do with you, I'll remember you for the rest of my life. Love Dell!"

It was a bit of a problem finding a parking space in Riverside Court; fortunately someone was just leaving a space in front of Ron's Quay side bistro. "This used to be Ron's greasy spoon when I was eight years old, my dad would bring me here to fish in the River Trent. We would have breakfast and dinner in Ron's café where my dad always talked with Ron of better times when there were actually fish in the river. I never saw him catch anything but a cold at the river's edge but dad loved just sitting there in silence watching the world float by.

"Is Phillip in please?" I asked the very young man who popped out to reception at the sound of my entering. The young man had a vaguely Spanish accent, a slight lisp and was very, overtly, gay.

"Mr Phillip is very busy right now, did you have an appointment?"

I told the man that Phil wanted to speak to me, "I'll be in the bistro having a coffee if he is interested, tell him Tracey from the theatre was here please".

I received a nod from the man, his name and then he flounced off, well more like minced off back into the studio area. This place had really changed over the years, it was a warehouse before the war, Nottingham didn't take much in the way of German bombs but one of them managed to flatten the warehouse, Ron's café spent the next forty years standing beside a vacant lot, with a main road in front and the river behind. I'm sure that the Ron that I knew, the Ron that allowed me to sit at the corner table, drawing or crayoning when it rained and my dad was too stubborn to leave the fish to themselves, wasn't the original Ron. The Ron that had been a prosperous business man, the Ron that had a warehouse full of hungry and thirsty workers on his doorstep before the 'Hun' took a personal dislike to him.

The place that my father would sit all day Saturday was now a courtyard dining area in the three days of sunshine we had a year. The windows that for so many years had not been cleaned were now bright and sparkling. The old tables with their oilcloth covers inside the dark dining room. ' Bloody hell, same old tables, same old oilcloths, fuck a duck, same old Ron ', I said to myself.

Ron was much older, way past retirement age, I had always seen him in my mind as the handsome, kind, and genuine forty-something gentleman. One of the few that my dad would trust with his life and more importantly, with his daughter, me.

"Could I have a tall latté with Mocha chips please?" I asked.

Ron was standing as he always had, both hands pressing firmly down on the counter, grubby apron covering even grubbier clothes.

"Is that a cup of coffee or a mug love?"

Same old Ron, "Cup please."

"How's your dad?"

I couldn't believe that Ron really remembered me, he probably said that to every young woman that stumbled in his bistro.

"He's okay thanks!"

Ron was busying himself, he wiped the lip of the cup on his apron and dropped a spoon full of Nescafe in the cup. "Haven't seen him fishing for a while" he said as he filled the cup with hot milk, ' God he really did remember my dad, which meant he remembered me! ' I thought to myself.

I took a seat at the counter instead of at a table with its standard, coffee stained top.

"Here do you remember doing this?" Ron brought a large picture from the kitchen, it was a crayon drawing that I had done when I was eight years old, the back of the paper bore the coffee stain because I had drawn the picture at the table in the corner on a very rainy Saturday eighteen years earlier. Ron held the picture towards me and as he did he spotted the coffee stain on the back.

"I'll have to wipe that table one of these days" he said.

Just then the door opened, Ron whispered, "That's Phil, he's a shirt tail lifter but a nice man all the same".

"Ronald, one of these days you are going to say something like that to the wrong person!"

"Oh young Trace's okay, her dad was the best fisherman that ever stood his swim on the Trent!"

Phillip ordered a tea and got a mug, whether he wanted a mug or not, then he invited me to sit at a table with him, then he looked at the state of the tables and changed his mind. He guided me outside to sit by the river. He was glad that I had chosen to visit his studio instead of just phoning up. He took my right hand, "You really should look after these you know", he tutted as he saw the state of my cuticles.

"Your fingers are exactly the right shape", he said, he lifted my chin and turned my face to the sun.

"No makeup, no exfoliation, no moisturiser, and yet you look prettier than any woman I have photographed this year!"

I had remembered that Sandy had told me that Phillip wasn't into saying things just to get women into bed, Ron had just attested to his homosexual credentials, so why did I feel that I was being seduced by a consummate lothario. We finished our drinks and Phil invited me to join him in his studio, there was a second young man in the studio, he was even more gay than the first, if that were possible. A large portfolio was produced for me to look through, mostly the work of Phillip but a few of each of his assistant's pictures too.

I was so impressed with the portfolio, the first picture was a nude woman, she was lying on a wooden table in the foetal position. The photograph was a contrast in light, colour and texture but with an overlying message of vulnerability, brought about by the foetal position. The camera had been positioned slightly higher than the woman's hip to accentuate her body and allow the outline of her breast to be hinted at rather than exposed to the viewer. The subject was illuminated from a position slightly forward of the camera so as to deepen the shadows without giving the impression of poor lighting. I hadn't seen all of that from just looking at the picture, Phillip had talked me through the picture, I thought to myself, ' If we go into this depth of detail on every picture we'll be here until Sunday '. All I could say with any degree of confidence was that the photograph was good enough to be art rather than pornography.

Phillip asked if I would allow him to take a few pictures of me today, he took a folder from a draw, it held photographs of a woman. There was a Polaroid picture of her head and shoulders, she could have been naked as far as the picture showed or what the picture didn't show. I thought that a photograph like that would be very tasteful. I was placed in front of a very large camera; Phil took the film cassette off of the back and replaced it with a Polaroid cassette. He snapped a quick shot, pulled the picture out and placed it under his arm to develop. One of his young assistants had pressed the button on a timer as Phillip pulled the picture from the cassette. When I was revealed I wouldn't have said that I was over the moon with the picture but then I never liked any photograph that had been taken of me in my life.

"What is it that detracts in this picture?" Phil asked me.

"Well my blouse looks untidy, it has caused a shadow on my neck that makes my neck look dirty," I said.

"Exactly, I like to show this picture as a before, when I ask a model to lower her blouse she often thinks I'm just trying it on. I assure you that I am not trying anything on, it just makes a much better photograph".

I took the hint and asked how he would like me to pose.

"Would you feel comfortable opening your blouse and pulling it down off of your shoulders?"

I nodded, I opened my blouse and lowered it so that it was resting on my elbows, Phil was about to shoot another picture, I stopped him, "What about my bra straps?"

Phillip explained that the strap was probably better to be there rather than the red lines that would be left behind after I pulled the strap down. Phillip took the second picture, when it developed I could see that there was a form developing, the interaction of light and shade, the tones of my skin but over riding my eye was the stark white lines of my bra strap. I pulled the strap down off of my shoulder, I was struggling to see the red mark on top of my shoulder, Phil snapped another picture. I was much happier with that third photograph, except the bra strap lines were almost crimson on the photograph.

Phillip suggested that I took my bra off, put my blouse back on and took a walk around town for an hour or so and return to him after the red welts had dissipated.

I left my car in the car park and caught the bus into Nottingham City centre, my white blouse was very thin and I hadn't intended on wear it without a bra under. But there I was on the bus into town with just a thin nylon blouse and no bra; each jostle and jerk of the bus caused my breasts to move beneath the slick material and caused a rather predictable response from my breasts. I began to feel very self-conscious, as my nipples grew harder and longer and men on the bus started to look at me carefully, then I would see the smile break over their faces as they realised that they could actually see what they thought they could see.

I hopped off the bus one stop before the terminus, mainly to save my having to walk off the bus with all of the men that had been ogling me. The bus had dropped me right outside an upmarket designer label store. I popped in just to get off of the street, there was a lingerie section in the store that was better than anything I had ever seen in my life, panties that were little more than two wisps of satin netting held together with a shoestring and they were priced at fifty pounds. I was happy to spend a while marvelling at the opulence and wondering about the people who would spend one hundred pounds on a linen handkerchief.

I saw a wonderful dress that was way out of my price range but, even if I couldn't afford to buy it, I could afford to try it on. In the fitting room I stripped off my blouse, skirt and underskirt and slipped on the silk creation, one thousand five hundred pounds for a cocktail frock, I just couldn't believe it, it didn't even feel particularly nice on. When I took it off I pulled down the side of my Marks and Spencer's knickers and looked at myself in the fitting room's mirror, there was a faint red line where the waistband had gripped my hips and two more where the elasticated leg holes had been. I didn't intend to go quite that far in my afternoon photo session but the way the morning had gone I decided to remove my knickers anyway.

I decided to walk from the city centre back to Riverside Court; I noticed a man was following me as I left the shopping area. I wouldn't usually have noticed him but as I was in no hurry I kept stopping to look in the windows of shops that I seldom had a chance of passing. Each time I stopped I noticed the same man standing just a few feet behind me, often reflected in the window I was looking in.

When I got to the river I had a choice, I could have taken the road, that would have added roughly a half mile on to my walk or I could take the river towpath. I decided to take the towpath, I sensed the man walking a few steps behind me, the river towpath wasn't at all deserted, there were fishermen spread out along the bank and couples walking along hand in hand. I heard his footsteps increase, he passed me without looking at me and I thought he would just disappear but as I took the turn in the river by the old brewery building that had been closed down for five years and was awaiting the demolition ball, I saw the man standing by a large hole in the fence.

As I got close enough for him to get a good look at the effect the long walk was having on my nipples he ducked through the hole in the fence. I stopped at the hole, looked both ways and there was no one close enough to see me so I followed the man through the hole. He was standing just out of sight of anyone casually looking through the hole in the fence, he smiled as he saw me following behind him, he pointed to a large wooden crate and told me to stand by it.

I realised that I was now standing out of sight of anyone looking through the hole in the fence too, the stranger undid his trousers and allowed them to fall to the floor, he didn't have anything on under his trousers and his equipment wasn't anything to write home about, he began to massage himself while I watched him. He asked me to open my blouse, he was masturbating himself a little faster now, just asking me to open my blouse had kicked his excitement level up a notch. I started to open my buttons slowly; I didn't pull the bottom of my blouse out of my skirt I just pulled the front open.

As soon as my breasts were fully exposed to the man he lost control and fired off a string of sperm that flew more than three foot in front of him before hitting the floor. I was amazed at the quantity of fluid his body pumped out, I assumed it had been quite a while since he had released himself that way and that the volume was as a result of long term storage. As soon as he finished climaxing he snatched at the waistband of his trousers and ran for the hole in the fence. I buttoned my blouse as quickly as I could and headed for the towpath once more. The guy was nowhere in sight, I don't know exactly what I expected to happen but it certainly wasn't that.

At the studio I didn't hesitate, my blouse was off almost as soon as I walked in the door, I was given a standard contract to sign, it ran into ten pages so there was no way I was going to read it. Phillip was quite impressed with the fact that I had gone completely topless without further encouragement, he spent an hour photographing my charms from every angle, different lighting, and altered camera angles, all the time he was talking to me as if we were just having a chat over coffee. Everything seemed just so damned normal, "How far are you prepared to go?" Phil asked.

The question was a little out of the blue, we were talking about something and nothing, I gave him my best, puzzled look. Phillip took the photograph of the woman in the foetal position and turned it towards me.

"You mean full nude?" I asked him.

"Yes, how far are you willing to go?"

"I would be happy to try a pose like that" I said, pointing at the photograph,

"No pussy shots though!" I went on, Phil asked me if I would do the nude pose, I took my skirt off and Phillip smiled at me.

"I see you were half expecting my request", he said.

I copied the foetal pose and allowed Phil to take a few photographs of me from behind, then he asked if he could 'dress' me, I just nodded my head. Phil got me to sit cross-legged on the floor, I was about to remind him that I didn't want to do any photographs like this and he placed a bottle of shower gel, shampoo and conditioner from the same product range so that they protected my modesty. I realised from the position of the camera that he wasn't even capturing my breasts. He swapped the film pack for the Polaroid one again and snapped his shot, after the minute or so that it took to develop I was really impressed with the photograph. The light diffused through the three different coloured, viscous liquids had almost completely hidden my pubic region, you could see the dark outline of my hair but that was all.

Phillip took around thirty photographs of me sitting in that one position; each photograph needed slight adjustment of the camera. It was soon four o'clock and time for me to leave, I had thought that I would have felt very shy, ashamed or unsafe being nude as I was but it had been quite a turn on, even though the three men were all very gay.

Harry was a little evasive all evening, I had been on a sexual high for most of the day, showing my body off for most of it had turned me on very much. I was waiting in bed while Harry had his shower, I wanted to have sex even if I had to go through the whole Alum routine, then I checked the shelf above the bed and the brightly coloured pot was missing, the 'lubricating' cream was still there though. Harry climbed into bed, kissed me goodnight and then turned his back on me and was about to go to sleep. I told him about my new job for the next six months, he didn't seem particularly bothered by the fact that I was going to be working over ninety miles away from home.

Then I dropped the bombshell, "I don't see how I can drive ninety miles each way every day so I might have to stop in Northampton all week and only come home at weekends"

That got his attention. Harry asked if I was changing my job because I didn't love him anymore, I pointed out that I was in bed with him and that if I didn't love him I wouldn't be there. I got the feeling that Harry thought that the only reason I was there with him was because I had nowhere else to go. Okay, so now I was very angry, my sexual frustration finally beaten down by my anger.

I slowly swung my legs out of bed, sat up, and began to dress, I looked over at Harry and he had simply turned his back on me and was pretending to sleep. I had no idea where to go, I could have gone back to my parent's house but that would have entailed far too much explanation, I didn't want to go to Carol's house, even though I was sure that Dell would have welcomed me with open arms. I knew that would make me no better than Dell was, a user, using him for my own purpose just as I complained to him that he was using me.

I weighed up the pros and cons, I could go into town, find a night club and just sit and listen to music all night, I decided that wasn't such a good idea, then I decided to give Sandy a call. If I phoned her on her mobile then if she was asleep she wouldn't answer and if she were awake she would at least be a friendly voice. I could hardly hear Sandy's voice over the background noise.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you Sandy", I said when Sandy had moved to a quieter location.

"No problem Tracey, I'm at a party, fancy a little fun?"

I asked where she was, "A club in Nottingham City centre."

Sandy gave me the address and I drove down to meet her. The doorman told me that the club was members only and that he couldn't let me in. I phoned Sandy and told her that I was outside and couldn't get in, she was there at the door in seconds, I was made into a full member in seconds, the date on my application was backdated a week to cover the mandatory delay between joining a club and being allowed membership rights.

Sandy was dressed in a simple wrap-over dress; it was pale yellow silk and looked very much like a Japanese dressing gown. Sandy took me into the ladies toilet and explained that the party wasn't just a drink and dance kind of party, she told me that it was very much an adult club and that the people who were members were into very adult entertainment. I should have left, the reason I didn't want to go to a 'normal' nightclub was the fear that I would allow some sad lowlife to pick me up just because I was sexually frustrated. I decided that perhaps a little adult fun wouldn't be so bad after all; at least it wasn't just a public nightclub.

Sandy pointed to a flight of stairs and told me that they went to an upper floor with a cinema on one side and video booths on the other and that the floor above that had 'private' rooms that members could hire by the hour. I followed Sandy into the room that was grandly named 'Ball Room', people were mainly sitting around small tables talking or kissing each other, someone grabbed Sandy and dragged her on to the dance floor where I watched as he slipped his hand into the front of her wrap-over dress, as she moved on the dance floor I could see that she had stockings and suspender belt on but nothing else. I got a drink at the bar and a man approached me, he put his hand on the small of my back and I stiffened up slightly. The man introduced himself as Bill, he asked me if I had seen the film that was showing in the cinema yet, I shook my head and he asked me if I would like to watch it for a while.

The cinema was a grubby room with banked seating, there were no armrests separating one seat from the next. It took a while for my eyes to acclimatise to the dark and as more of the room came into focus I could see people sitting in two's three's and four's dotted about randomly in the room. The film was a very strong blue film, there were close-ups of sexual acts, vaginal penetration as well as anal, lots of oral sex too, and in the room I noticed many of the acts on screen were being carried out in real life.

Watching the film had an effect on me but not as great as the effect watching twenty or so people doing it in real life. Bill had his hand on my knee and was working his way up my thigh, as his hand slipped beneath my skirt I stopped him, I told him that I didn't want to have sex with him but that I would give him hand relief if he wanted me to, he simply slid his bottom forward in his seat and I did the rest. Bill's cock was a reasonable size and he climaxed reasonably quickly under my slightly amateurish ministrations.

I wiped his cream off of my hand with a Kleenex and Bill thanked me before slipping out of the cinema. I wandered across the passageway and into the area that had video booths in two lines, one on each side of the room. I could hear sounds coming from the few booths that were occupied. I found one booth that was vacant and checked it out, there was a 'menu' on the wall of the booth, a seat with a TV behind it and the back of the door had a mirror on it to view the TV screen through.

The coin slot took one pound coins and gave fifteen minutes of viewing for each coin, I looked through the list of what was on offer, there were subjects that no decent person would entertain especially a woman of my age who was brought up the way that I was. I placed a pound coin in the slot and skipped through the twenty films that were on offer, spending less than a minute on each. I found it very much less exciting watching a blue film in the privacy of the booth than watching the big screen with twenty or so other people, sex for me was rapidly becoming a 'sharing' thing.

The party wrapped up at four in the morning, Sandy had had a few drinks and asked if I could give her a lift home as she was well beyond the 'drink drive' limit. I had a coffee at Sandy's house with her and I fell asleep on her sofa. My mobile phone woke me at nine o'clock, Harry was worried sick, he had assumed that I would have been sleeping on the sofa at home where I had often spent the night before, he demanded to know where I was but I refused to tell him. Then all of a sudden his temper softened, he apologised for ignoring me the night before, he wanted to talk, I had him on the ropes, so to speak, and I took the whip-hand and told him that if I decided to return I would see him later and that I expected him to be there waiting for me when I got home.

I decided that it was time I updated my image, both my 'self-image' and my outward one. The past week had proved to me that I had something that a lot of men wanted; I had believed all of my life that I was nothing special. I blamed my mother for that really; she had brought me up in such a way that I had very low self-esteem and self-worth. Now because of the interest people were showing in my body I was beginning to realise that I was something rather special.

I decided to go on a shopping spree, not to the incredibly expensive shop I had visited the day before but I knew I could get a similar look with far less cash if I shopped around. I hit my credit card limit in short order, I had purchased a few skirts, not my usual knee length or longer but very short. I got two new blouses, very sheer material, very see through; I got two new dresses, low fronted and short as well as several other items like crop-tops and t-shirts. I was home shortly after four in the afternoon; Harry had been in the house all day, waiting like the very worried husband that he was. I took my arms full of shopping to the bedroom and spent time sorting out space to hang everything in my wardrobe. I had to throw several of my older, more sensible looking, clothes out to make room but that was what I needed, I had woken up, there was no way to go back to the sleepy, dowdy old me ever again.

Harry and I chatted long and hard, I told him that I would try to drive to Northampton and back every day and see if I could manage it, Harry pointed out that it would mean driving as much in a day as I was used to driving in a month. I had looked at the possibility of using 'A' roads for my journey but it soon became apparent that I would have to use the motorway, and that was something else, I had never driven on the motorway before.

Harry asked me if I would like an early night at nine thirty in the evening, "Do you mean that you would like sex with me?" I asked him.

Harry turned red and dissolved into schoolboy mode, we had never said the 'S' word to each other in all of the time we had been together. Whenever we had sex it was at night, in the dark, both of us wearing our night clothes and in bed under the covers. Harry had actually taken my nighty off on a few occasions but usually he was happy to simply pull the front of my nighty up to under my chin and have sex.

I had also realised in the past few days that sex was something that I could enjoy as well as the man, that's if the man takes the time and trouble to please me as much as I try to please him. Harry was now riding on his high horse, he couldn't understand what had got into me, I was usually such a timid, compliant wife and now something must have happened because I wasn't the 'girl he married', and I realised that was how Harry saw me, as a girl.

It was true that I was ten years younger than Harry and when we met I had been fresh from school, well college and he was the older, more experienced man, he had after all been married, had a child and was very well educated, he had his Master's Degree to my lowly diploma in business administration but now I wanted to be a woman not a girl.

In bed Harry kissed me goodnight and turned his back once again and was asleep in short order. I thought through my options, I could go for a walk in the country park opposite, I could phone Sandy, I was sure that she would be up for some fun or I could pop round to Carol's, there was Tony there or even Dell. I decided to try and get a good night's sleep, my nocturnal activities of the previous weekend could become addictive, there was little disappointment in casual sex, little politics and much less crap to contend with.

As I fell asleep I remembered an article in Cosmo' from the previous year, I had skipped past it because it wasn't relevant to the me I was then but very relevant to me I am now. I woke at five am, I decided to have a long soak in the bath, I also knew that I needed to search through my old copies of Cosmo' for an article on casual sex. I searched everywhere that I may have tidied up my old magazines to, the one I was looking for didn't jump out at me, I decided to check out Harry's shed in the back garden. I pulled my mackintosh over my nighty, as I searched through the shed I could hear Harry's voice in my head, "You're outside in your nighty, what are you thinking about, decent women don't do that kind of thing."

I noticed a few magazines in a bottom draw in the shed, they weren't Cosmo's though, they were quite old, "men's" magazines, Fiestas, Escorts, Razzles and big boobs. The magazines were quite old but seemed to be well used. I took them up to the bathroom as well. I found the article I was looking for; it had a chart of the consequences of casual sex. At number ten it had body or crab lice, there was advice on treatment after, which was a simple lotion that one would get from the chemists, there was secondary advice, shave the pubic area, this is considered 'chic' and will prevent the problems of crab lice infestations.

Number three was pregnancy, they gave all the advice about condoms, contraceptive pills and devices and the morning after pill. Number two was HIV and number one was AIDS. The treatment column for AIDS was simple, summery burial, quite frightening but the magazine was very old. Then I started to flick through Harry's "men's" magazine selection, there were several models in those magazines with shaved pubic areas, I had no idea just how common it was.

Harry opened the bathroom door, "Sorry, you forgot to lock the door!"

I told him that it was okay for him to come in, Harry's face was bright red, I realised that this was the first time he had seen me in the bath, the first time he had seen me nude with the light on. I showed him a picture from his magazine, the model had her legs wide open and her pussy was completely bald.

"What do you think of this?" I asked him.

He stuttered and spluttered, he found it very difficult to get any words out.

"Do you like this, a woman to be bald around her vagina?" I asked, I thought of using the 'pussy' word or even 'cunt', pussy would have caused Harry to run a mile and cunt would have stopped his heart dead in its tracks.

Harry managed to nod his head before he closed the bathroom door and ran. I picked up a bath towel and wrapped myself in it; I called to Harry to tell him that the bathroom was free. I sat in the living room drying myself, I had opened the curtains and could see a few people walking past, there were a few regular church goers who liked to show how pious they were by walking the two miles to the church. When Harry came into the living room he was fully dressed, he saw me sitting there drying myself, he was about to begin spluttering all over again, he got as far as pointing at the window before I cut him dead.

"The net curtains stop anyone from seeing me so don't fret." I said.

Harry just stood there, mouth wide open as I dried my exposed breasts in front of him. Then I opened the towel to expose my lower half and his eyes almost 'bugged out' of his head. I grasped a hand full of the tangled hair between my legs and said, "What do you think, shall I do this myself? Or would you do it for me?"

Harry's jaw was now someplace by his navel, I was obviously possessed by some kind of evil force and he should probably run and fetch the vicar with his bell, book and candle. I left the towel covering the sofa and walked past Harry totally nude, as I passed the glazed front door I realised that I no longer had the protection of the net curtains and anyone looking in at that point would have seen me in my birthday suit. I gathered a new 'BIC' disposable razor from Harry's stash and his Gillette, sensitive skin shaving gel, I also picked up the tube of 'lubricating' gel from the shelf over the bed. I dumped my hand full of implements on the side of the sofa and fetched a bowl of lukewarm water. Harry was still standing in the exact same position that he was when I went up to collect the shaving stuff when I returned with the bowl of water.

"Well, are you going to shave me or do I have to do it myself?"

Harry said nothing in return. I picked up the tube of spermicidal gel that harry had disguised as lubricant and waved it in front of him, "If you shave me you can use this", I said.

Harry suddenly jumped into life; I sat with my lower back on the edge of the seat of the sofa, and managed to pull my heels onto the edge of the seat either side of me. That made my pussy wide open and stretched the skin of my pubic mound as much as possible. Harry still hadn't said a word but now he was galvanised into action. He started by inserting the tip of the lubricant into my vagina, he slipped the tip into my cervix skilfully, all I felt was a slight scratch, then I watched as he pushed the tube inside of me, I guessed that three of the four inches of the delivery tube was now buried inside my womb, then Harry squeezed and dumped around half the tube inside my womb. I felt a slight bloating, similar to the feeling I get just before a period.

As Harry pulled the tube out of me he continued to squeeze the tube and I felt the cream oozing out of the tip and filling my vagina all around the neck of my womb. Then Harry took great care in shaving my vaginal area totally, he felt my bare mound with his fingertips and said, "Smooth!"

I told him that his fingers weren't sensitive enough to check if I was really smooth or not. Harry looked at me for a few moments and bent forward and rubbed his cheek against my mound, "Definitely smooth!" he said.

"Still not sensitive enough", I said, Harry looked really perplexed now, then he stuck his tongue out and allowed the tip of his tong to trace a line over my mound, eventually, after covering every millimetre he said, "Mmmmmmm, very smooth!"

Harry took my hand and pulled me off of the sofa, he was very eager to fuck me now, I could see his erection fighting to escape from his trousers; he led me towards the stairs and then stopped. I was still, just, in the living room, Harry was staring at the front door, "People will see you," he said.

"I don't mind", I replied. I told Harry to wait in the living room for me and I walked slowly past the glass front door, Harry almost threw his head off his shoulders looking from my body to the street beyond the front door and back again. When I came down the stairs I had a tiny 'Ra-Ra' skirt in my hand and a crop-top, I walked slowly past the front door again, and Harry did his Wimbledon impression again.

I dressed in just the very short 'Ra-Ra' skirt and the crop-top, no panties and no bra. I had a small shoulder bag on a shoestring strap; I placed my keys in the bag and told Harry we were going for a walk over on the Country Park. I stopped off at my car and took a selection of the condoms from my glove box, the small shoulder bag was now totally full, Harry was waiting at the end of the drive for me to catch him up so he had no idea what I had just placed in my bag.

We walked along the footpath; I guided Harry to take the right hand fork, away from the car park. We were on a section of bendy path and no one could see us from any direction, I skipped ahead of Harry and made a sudden 'one-eighty' spin, my skirt flew out straight in line with its waistband, showing my bare bottom and vagina off to him. I watched the effect on Harry, he grew a little harder and his trousers grew a little tighter. I spotted a young man following behind us, Harry hadn't seen him at that point but the young man had seen my little 'twirl'.

Harry and I walked hand in hand for around a half mile, then the young man jogged past us, I realised that the secret place that Dell had taken me just six days earlier was around the next bend. As we reached the doorway I could see that the jogger was nowhere in sight, he had to have taken the secret path.

I stood by the give-away sign of worn out grass and did a 'ta-da' sound, "Open sesame", I said as I lifted the branch to reveal the darkened pathway.

I led the way and Harry followed, each step we took crunched and crackled on the broken branches and twigs underfoot. At the clearing with the fallen tree lying lazily just off of the floor I stopped, I scanned the area, I saw a pair of feet, black ankle socks and hairy ankles of the jogger all but hidden in the space that Dell had taken me to watch the gay men six days earlier. I kissed Harry and rubbed his manhood through his trousers, then I took my crop-top off, Harry was about to have a fit.

"Look no one can get here without us hearing them; we are all alone so relax!"

Harry did relax a little, then I took my skirt off, Harry began to fret once again. I placed my clothes on the trunk of the fallen tree and reached forward to place the palms of my hands on top of my clothes. Harry didn't need a second invitation and began to undo his belt; I stopped him.

"Just your zip!"

Harry unzipped his trousers and stood close behind me, there was a squelching sound as he cock entered my vaginal canal and forced some of the gel passed the sides of his cock and out of my vagina.

Harry fired off his juice in minutes, I hadn't come anywhere near my climax, I turned to face Harry, I began kissing him and rubbing his slick, softening cock, trying desperately to get him hard once again. I noticed the jogger begin to leave his hiding place, I pulled Harry against my body and managed to get his head on the other side of my own so that he couldn't see the Jogger. I held my hand up to the jogger, indicating that I wanted him to remain hidden for the time being.

I was beginning to get a little desperate to get Harry hard once again, he wasn't like Dell, once his weapon had been fired it was cleaned and put away until the next day at the earliest. I whispered "Have you ever fancied anal sex?" in Harry's ear.

I felt a twitch in my hand, Harry said, "Not really", but his cock said differently.

"Would you like to try? I'm not sure if I could get it in this time but who knows what could happen next time?"

Harry was now hard again, I turned back to face the tree trunk and Harry stepped back in behind me. He tried and tried, he managed to get the tip of his cock inside before the pain was too much for me and I had to move slightly causing his cock to jump hard into my vagina. Far from being disappointed Harry began to fuck me a pace, bringing me to a gentle orgasm just before he fired his second load into me, I fell forward onto my clothes straddled tree trunk, basking in the sun and the feeling of my climax as it washed out of my system.

I heard Harry's zipper rip closed, he was once again fretting about me being nude in a clearing in the woods of a public park.

"Harry, you go home now, be a love and start the potatoes for me."

Harry was worried about leaving me in the clearing in the nude but I stopped him, "Go please!"

I listened to the crunching sound receding into the distance as Harry left the secret place. I beckoned to the Jogger to come out, I offered him his choice of condoms and he picked the good old faithful Durex feather-light. I rolled the condom out over his cock, his penis was almost exactly the same size as Harry's but he wasn't circumcised so his cock head was a little thicker. I turned my back to the jogger and reached out for the cloth covered tree trunk once again.

Jogger fucked me very slowly; long, deep, slow thrusts. As he buried himself totally inside my body the force pushed my arms to the point where I thought they would collapse under me. Eventually he picked up the pace, I had reached my climax and he took that as his key to begin fucking me in earnest. ' God how Harry could learn from this man ', I thought to myself. Jogger began grunting out his climax and then fell against my back. I reached my third climax with jogger man as he knocked the wind out of my sails and crashed me into the tree.

I pulled my top on as I listened to the footsteps of jogger leaving, I heard him say something on the main path and then the sound of approaching footsteps again. I had just pulled my skirt on and fastened it when an old guy came into the clearing. My bag was open on the tree trunk and the old man reached into my bag without saying a word and picked up a condom, he opened his trousers, his cock was disappointingly small, both in length and in girth. He grasped my wrist and pulled me back toward the tree trunk. I went to put out my hands to hold myself off of the dirty tree trunk but the old man was having none of that.

He forced me down so that my stomach was pressed hard against the bark. Then he lifted my skirt's hem and pushed himself in behind me, he wasn't interested in my vagina he had designs on the other place, as his cock opened me up I was grateful that his cock was so thin. He used me for his own pleasure, I felt very little pleasure from his cock going in and out of my anus but then he reached around and used his fingers in my vagina to bring me to a climax, he reached his own as I reached mine. The two condoms that had just been used on me were added to the detritus just beyond the fallen tree, next time I must remember to bring tissues with me if I did anything like this again.

When I returned home to Harry I cooked him his usual Sunday lunch, he had prepared all of the vegetables in the time I was playing in the woods without him, after lunch I went shopping for a net curtain and velvet door curtain to cover the front door, when I returned home Harry was still engaged in his after Sunday lunch sleep. I put up the curtains and then stripped off, it was a hot summer afternoon and the feeling of being nude was wonderful. I looked longingly at the back yard, if only I had a few trees to give me a little privacy I could be out there catching the breeze on my naked body.

Harry eventually woke up, he was a little startled to see that I was nude once again; I showed him that I had covered the front door with net and thick curtains so that I could walk around freely in the nude without upsetting the neighbours. I asked Harry if he fancied a walk in the woods later, his smiled at me and shook his head but said, "I'll walk anywhere with you".

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