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The Tefina™ Addict
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Drugs

When I met Ray, my husband, for the first time, I had been single for fifteen years, I had a good job and wasn't really interested in all that 'family' baggage, and, to be honest, I had been really happy to be alone for the first fifteen years of my adult life.

There had been something about Ray, a spark, an unfathomable quality that I hadn't seen in any of the men I had met in my life before. Ray was the first man in my thirty four years of life to that point who almost got into my knickers, or rather, he did get into my knickers, but just his hand and I actually stopped him before he managed to get a single finger damp.

I could see just how frustrated Ray was after that first date and I just assumed that my irrational shyness and fear over body issues would drive him away like all the rest but he was special, he came back, he became my first ever, second date.

We had a whirlwind romance and within two years we married, I was still a virgin and although Ray tried several times he had still never wet so much as a fingertip. We married and had our honeymoon in Paris, Ray was a little disappointed when I arranged for separate beds instead of the honeymoon suite, in fact I made sure that the hotel didn't even know that it was our honeymoon.

I tried every night of our two week honeymoon but I was still a virgin when we returned home to London. The more I tried, the harder it got, eventually Ray did manage to consummate our marriage but I wasn't at all impressed, I let him remove my knickers but I still wore my nighty and bra, I only allowed him to pull the front of my nighty up high enough to do his thing. I made sure that the sheets on the bed stayed in place and that the light was out and the curtains closed.

We settled down to life together, we shared a bed but I was never comfortable enough to be undressed in front of Ray, in the next five years we probably had sex five or six times but it never got any better than that first time.

This summer has been the worst for pollen in fifty years and for the first time in my life I started to get mild hay fever symptoms, running nose, streaming eyes and a tickle in my throat. I wasn't too bothered about it, it was very mild but Ray worried, he worked in a pharmaceutical lab, not a scientist, just a data analyst but he was very clued up on all the latest drugs that were coming onto the market.

One Thursday evening he came home with a nasal spray, not from work, from one of his friends who worked for a rival, the box said 'Tefina^TM Nasal Spray', it was in a hospital box rather than a sales display pack but it had a data sheet, I read it from 'A' to 'Z', the important things for me were all covered, it was non-drowsy, non-addictive, mild, the description said that it was suitable for children and use as a first step in mild cases of hay fever.

Two shots in each nostril, twice a day, twelve hours apart, that wasn't too onerous at all, if I took it at eight o'clock in the morning I could take it at eight in the evening too. So I had my first dose at eight o'clock on Thursday evening, three hours before I went to bed.

Thursday night was hot, so hot that I had to pull most of my bedding off of my bed, sleeping under just a sheet, Ray at least approved of that, he much preferred to sleep under just a sheet. I woke early on Friday morning; I was so hot and uncomfortable that I got up at five thirty to take a cold shower.

I took my second shots of Tefina^TM at eight am, just before I left for work. Walking to the underground proved to be a little uncomfortable; my bra was irritating me like mad and my knickers were, how can I describe it, not exactly chafing or binding but as I walked I had to keep pulling at the gusset, which meant that it took twice as long to get to work as I had to find privacy to regain my comfort level.

All day long I was thinking about my discomfiture, people kept asking me if I was okay, my simplistic answer was, "I'm suffering a little with the heat!" On hearing that most replied, "Yes, your face looks very flushed." I noticed that men in the office kept staring at my boobs, not something I was used to in my position in the company, most men wouldn't dare look at my tits unless they were working their notice.

Eventually the heat got the better of me and I slipped into the executive bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, as I looked at my face in the mirror I saw just how red it was, then I noticed why the men in the office were staring at my chest, my nipples were standing out like organ stops. I unfastened the top three buttons of my blouse, wet a paper hand towel with cold water and used it to wipe around my neck, chest and between my breasts. I went into one of the stalls and took a piss, I looked down at the double cotton gusset in my knickers, it was so wet down there that if they had been like that on my first date with Ray, he would definitely have got a wet finger, hell, he would have been wet to his wrist.

Now why did that pop into my head, I finished my pee and used extra toilet tissue to try and dry myself up. When I pulled my drawers up, they were so wet that they actually felt uncomfortable; it ran through my mind that at lunch time I could pop out and pick up some clean knickers from the department store.

As I wiped my fanny dry I got an overwhelming urge to rub a little harder and a little faster, a feeling I could never remember having before but deep in my head I kind of thought that it might just take the edge off of my overheating problem, kind of like releasing the safety valve on a boiler.

I managed to get a little work done in the afternoon before I took the tube home, walking around with the top three buttons of my blouse open all the rest of the day got me a whole lot more funny looks from my colleagues and sitting on the tube I noticed a few men trying to stand over me to look down the front of my blouse, that would usually have made me mad but all I did was smile benignly and look on their actions and attempts at flirting with me as a compliment rather than an insult.

One man got on the train about half way between work and home, he reminded me a lot of Ray, he worked his way slowly up the compartment, from my seat I could see that he was 'scoping' every woman out that he passed, when he got next to me and spotted my cleavage he stopped moving along the train, again I smiled up at him, most men had looked away momentarily when I smiled at them and then returned to looking at my chest a moment later, this man just smiled back at me and kept on looking.

I don't know why, but as the guy stared down at my tits I looked at the front of his Chinos and actually watched as his cock inflated, it looked quite strange as his sleeping member had been curled up and as it inflated it looked like it was wriggling around inside his pants as it fought the tight confines of his Chino's. Once his cock was fully hard, the head was very close to the waist band of his trousers, I found myself wondering what it looked like out in the open, wondered what it would look like in comparison to my husband's cock.

I noticed a man who lived close to me out on the platform at the station the train was just leaving, that snapped me out of my fascination with the man's cock, I looked quickly at the nameplate on the station wall and realised that I had just missed my stop. I stood quickly as the train shuddered into a bend in the line, causing me to launch myself at the man, he caught me and stopped me heading for the floor, now there was no way at the speed everything happened that he could have planned what he did bur in catching me he managed to get one hand on each of my breasts.

In my life to that date, if that had happened, even totally by accident and that definitely was, I would still have been mad as hell at the man, irrationally so because of the way I was but today, I thanked him and gave him another smile, the train made another 'jink' and we were thrown together again, this time, we were both upright so as our bodies collided I got his crotch, jabbing into my belly, and if I'm honest, I think he jabbed himself into me several times more than he needed too, and once again, I didn't mind which was so out of character for me.

I got off at the next stop even though something deep, deep inside was telling me to stop on and enjoy the ride. I crossed over from the down platform to the up platform and waited for the next train into London.

I got home a little later than usual and Ray had dinner ready for me when I walked in. I popped into the bathroom and took a quick cold shower, I didn't put on clean bra and panties as I would usually have done, the thought had crossed my mind that perhaps my laundry service had washed my clothes in a new detergent that was irritating me or a new fabric softener or perhaps even allowed starch to contaminate my underwear, either way, I decided to just put on my lightest nighty in the hopes that it would help to cool me down on such a hot evening.

I sat at the dinner table in my nighty to eat my dinner, Ray asked me if I needed my dressing gown, I pulled at the neck of my nighty to try and draw a little air in to cool my body down a little, I told him I was too hot, it was too hot, "I thought you might be a little more comfortable with more clothes on!" I smiled at him, I knew for Ray, he would have loved me to be sitting there naked but he was thinking of me and my fixation with hiding my body.

After dinner I sat reading while Ray was surfing the film channels, I just looked up as a woman in the film was stripping to take a shower, the program was a low level blue film, the kind that had a '15' rating. The woman was approaching the shower when Ray flicked up to the next channel I don't know why but I asked him to go back for a moment. By the time the previous film reappeared on the screen, the woman was in the shower, making a lot of soaping her breasts in close-up, as the camera pulled out, the woman was still wearing her knickers under the water cascade.

Ray turned the sound up, the woman was muttering, "It's so hot, it's too hot, can't keep cool, I'll go mad if I can't cool down...." I certainly knew how she felt, the scene changed and the woman was filmed stepping out into the Manhattan night air, still wearing just her transparent, dripping wet knickers and she stood out on the balcony drying herself and, using her as a focal point, the camera tracked around, showing the Manhattan Apartment blocks all towering over her balcony.

Ray laughed out loud, "What was so funny?" "Well, Manhattan looks a little like here, only we're a miniature version here. I was looking at her and thinking you'd never go out on our balcony the way you are dressed now, never mind in just wet panties." "You don't think so?" "No, in fact, I'll bet you anything you like that you wouldn't walk around on our balcony for just five minutes dressed the way you are now." "Ten pounds?" "Make it twenty!" "Get your wallet out loser."

I stood up, took a deep breath and stepped out on the balcony, there was a slight breeze, I walked up and down, the breeze was fantastic and taking a little of the edge off of my overheated body, I looked all around, there must have been a thousand windows all looking down on my balcony, I could even make out faces at some of the windows and hear near neighbours talking on their own balcony's.

I paced slowly up and down for twenty minutes while Ray watched me, the film now playing to itself on our TV had a waltz playing as part of the film, I started to dance on my own to the sound of music wafting out of the living room. Ray was impressed, then one of our near neighbours sneezed and broke the magic of the moment for me. "That reminds me, how's that new spray working on your hay fever?" "Great, I haven't been bothered by it all day." "Have you taken it tonight?" "No, I completely forgot." I walked back into the living room, snatching a twenty pound note out of my husband's fingers as I passed him. I took my two shots of Tefina^TM up each nostril and settled back into my book.

I read for an hour and had to use the book several times as a fan as Ray carried on channel surfing, he hit the film plus one hour channel for the film with the girl taking a cold shower in her knickers. "How can it keep getting hotter after the sun has gone down?" I moaned, fanning myself with my book again, Ray laughed, "You could always follow her example, go and shower in your knickers and stand out on the balcony to 'air dry' in the night air." I pulled the cushion out from behind me and threw it at Ray as I said, "I don't have any knickers on to shower in!"

Ray managed to duck and avoid my missile, 'I need to invent a sarcastic bastard seeking cushion before next summer,' flashed through my mind, causing me to laugh almost as loudly as Ray was. He asked me if I was ready for bed, I looked to the clock, it was ten thirty, half an hour earlier than usual but as I was unable to concentrate on my book I said that I was ready. Ray kept the TV on for a few moments longer and I watched the young woman on the TV soaping her breasts for the camera's close-up again.

I took my second cold shower of the evening and dropped the nighty I had been wearing all evening into the wash hamper as it was wet from my sweating I got a fresh nighty out of the cupboard, I picked up fresh panties too but as I was dripping wet between my legs again, I knew if I did wear them, they would be very uncomfortable in less than an hour, I had been trying to dry myself with a towel but the more I dabbed the towel between my thighs, the wetter I was becoming.

I went into the bedroom wearing just a nighty as I had been all evening. Ray had made the bed with a top sheet and two blankets, he asked if I needed the blankets on the bed and I shook my head, so, together, we lifted the blankets off and folded them up carefully and dropped them into the blanket box at the foot of the bed.

We both got into bed, me on the left and Ray on the right, we kissed, just the usual quick peck on the lips to wish each other a good night and I turned onto my left side and Ray rolled onto his right side, everything exactly as we did it every night of or life together. After ten minutes Ray bounced the bed a little as he turned onto his left side, two minutes later, his right hand rested on my right hip, he stroked his hand up and down for a minute or two and then his fingers curled over the front of my hipbone and he eased me onto my back, very gently.

Everything in our lives followed patterns, Ray would never ask me outright for sex, men seldom do I understand, they are all terrified of rejection and when you think that a man is ready for sex about every six minutes and a woman only once a month, if they did ask for sex, there could be a hell of a lot of rejections. Our pattern was, Ray would pull me onto my back, I would go rigid with fear, Ray would kiss me, if I responded, he would pull the front of my nighty up, either take my knickers off or pull the gusset to one side, roll on top of me, fuck me for between four and six minutes and kiss me goodnight again and roll off of me, onto his right side and while I ran to the bathroom to use the bidet Ray would fall asleep.

If I really, really, really didn't want him to hump into me, I wouldn't respond to his kiss and I would turn back onto my left side, Ray would roll back onto his right and we would both go to sleep. Ray probably asked, in his way, twenty to thirty times I year, I accepted about six or seven times, I know that Ray needed far more than I felt capable of giving and I know that he often masturbated himself while I was out. I left home more than an hour before him in the mornings so most days left him in bed when I left. Because of my thing about germs and things like that, every morning before I left for work I would check the bins in the bedroom for tissues and if I saw a single one, I emptied the bin. I often and I mean at least once a week, came home to a bin full of tissues in the bedroom.

This was the first time that I could remember Ray rolling me onto my back and me not freezing in terror. As usual, Ray lifted his upper body and leaned over me to kiss me on the lips, I slid my left arm under his body and slid my hand up to the back of his neck, he in turn slid his right hand onto my stomach and as he kissed me he rubbed his hand all over my belly, as he kissed me I returned his kisses.

Once Ray was happy that I was going to 'stand' for him. If I may use a term that refers to dogs and bitches, he relaxed a little and began to rub his hand up the outside of my nighty, up over my ribs and on to my breast, cupping my left breast gently before getting a kittle bolder and squeezing it, then he started to kiss across my cheek and down on to my jaw, neck and ear. Ray whispered "I love how you feel through this thin negligee," then he passed his palm over my nipple, which was just as hard as it had been all day at work, "I love how this feels too!" And then he pinched my nipple a little harder than I was expecting him too and I gasped in pain.

Ray apologised and then he kissed my nipple through my nighty, again, I had expected to feel uncomfortable about Ray kissing my breasts even through my clothes, I had always been very adamant that he kissed above my shoulders only but I didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable this time.

Ray must have thought it was Christmas as he had got further with me in fifteen minutes than he had in over five years and he seemed to sense that this was a major turning-point in our relationship, well, sexual relationship at least. While he kissed around my breasts through the thin material and my bare upper chest and décolletage through the open neck of my nighty, his right hand slid back down my body until he felt the hem at the bottom.

Ray began to lift the front of my nighty, he had done it around thirty times before and I had always stopped him just above the waistband of my knickers, I wasn't wearing knickers tonight but I knew the point at which I would begin to feel uncomfortable and where I would stop him. As my nighty approached that point Ray kissed back up to my ear and began to nibble at my ear lobe before kissing back down my neck, while I was slightly distracted by his attention I missed the point at which I was about to stop his hand lifting my nighty.

I only tuned back into the room when I felt the heat of bare hand touching bare breast, the front of my nighty had been stopped just slightly below my breasts because the back was trapped under my bottom, Ray had slipped his hand under my nighty and he was alternating between palpating from one breast to the other and between gentle palpitation and pinching at my nipples.

Ray stopped nibbling at my ears and began to kiss my exposed ribs, pushing my nighty's front as high as he could and then kissing up the beginning of the rise of my breast. I did feel a little uncomfortable that Ray was kissing that part of my body but when he whispered into the soft flesh under my breast, "Lift your bottom for me," I dug my heels into the bed and pressed down with my shoulders, lifting my bottom a fraction of an inch for a fraction of a second but long enough for Ray to pull the back of my nighty up to my shoulder blades.

Now that the front of my nighty was free to move higher Ray pushed it up to my chin and, for the first time in my life, a man was sucking and nibbling at my breasts and especially my nipples, when Ray nipped down on my nipple for the first time I gasped again, not so much from the pain but from the shock and the pleasure as well as the surprise.

While my husband took his time suckling at my breasts his right hand began to head south once again, rubbing gently all the way to my pussy mound, I had surprised myself when I lifted my bottom off of the bed so that Ray could expose my breasts, I surprised myself even more when I parted my legs at the approach of Ray's hand so that when he reached my pussy, my legs were wide open to ease his path.

Ray searched around for my magic button and he rubbed it lightly under two fingers. When we fucked I was always too rigid to actually allow myself to experience the true pleasure, so in our years together I had never had a climax, I had never felt the need to have one and as far as I knew, I had never missed one either. Now I knew exactly what I had missed out on in the past, as soon as I reached boiling point, Ray slipped those two fingers that he had used to take me there into my pussy and continued moving them rapidly in and out of my body, holding me at the heights of my climax.

Ray kept me in the contractions and shivers of my climax for thirty minutes and crazily, even though sweat was literally pouring from my body, I was actually feeling cooler rather than hotter. Ray moved smoothly so that he was kneeling between my legs and it passed through my mind that we were entering the end game, he would fall on top of me and stick his dick in me and four to six minutes later it would all be over for this month and that thought actually made me feel a little sad, a night filled with strange feelings for me.

Ray reached out for my hands and he pulled them, sliding my bottom into his knees and then he pulled me up, so that I was sitting up in bed and as Ray pulled my nighty off over my head, he slipped down from a kneeling position to sitting crossed legged in between my lugs. We were kissing, both leaning forward into each other, then Ray slid his hands down to my bottom, dug his fingers underneath my bum and lifted me up onto his knee.

He pulled my body against his and I could feel the heat of his cock pressing into my belly. We sat like that for ten minutes, both of us rocking forward and backward slowly, his cock slipping and sliding against my belly, leaving snail's trails of slimy pre-cum all over me before pushing his hand between us and forcing his cock down and under my bottom.

Now as we rocked back and forth, his cock was pressing up against my slit and bum hole and as we rocked I started to climb slowly to another orgasm from the friction of his cock against my labia and clitoris, I soon noticed that Ray had stopped moving and I was actually generating all the friction for myself, and for some reason I was actually speeding up, trying to deliver myself a better orgasm.

I had slipped my feet behind his back and I had hooked one foot over the other, in trying to get more speed, I accidentally lifted up as I pushed back and his cock almost popped out from between us and as I slid forward again at high speed, his cock head dug into my clitoris and then gouged in between my labia before crashing out against my perineum, the clit and labia were pleasurable but when his cockhead hit my perineum at speed that hurt a little, the next time I slid backwards I lifted a little higher, I had to move my hand quickly as Ray's cock tried to pop out from between us, I wrapped my fingers around his cock shaft and pushed it back, aiming it in a fraction of a second for my vaginal tunnel and when I slid forward I impaled myself right down as hard as I could on his cock.

The feeling of being so full instantaneously shocked me slightly, in that position Ray's cock buried itself far deeper than if I were laying on my back, I gasped in air a few times, sitting perfectly still with my chin tucked over Ray's shoulder. After I got my breath back, I started to lift my body, just a fraction of an inch, my climactic build-up had been killed off by the shock of impalement, then my body fell back down again, I took another breath and lifted myself a little higher and dropped again. It took a while but eventually I was bouncing up and down like a maniac and gasping for air like I was having a heart attack or something.

I suddenly felt warmth deep inside my body as Ray climaxed up into me and as he climaxed he caught hold of me, yanking me down against his groin and holding me there as he bit hard into my shoulder, right on top of my collarbone. There was a huge mixing of the pleasure from his cock and my orgasm and the pain of the bite and I took another step higher on the climactic.

We both just sat there, wrapped in each other's arms as we both came down from my climax, eventually Ray's cock slipped from my body and there was a sudden cascade of his seed flooding out of my body all over the bed. 'That has to be it; we'll go to sleep now.' Went through my mind but after just hugging and kissing each other for twenty minutes, Ray eased me off the bed, still sitting on his knee and carried me into our bathroom where we both took a shower together, both of us watching each other.

After the shower I returned to the bedroom, I picked up my nighty and as I was about to slip it on Ray stopped me, "You feeling uncomfortable being naked in front of me still?" I stopped to think about it, how could I possibly still be shy after what we had just done together, what with the fucking and the showering and everything, I shook my head, "No, I guess I'm not so shy anymore."

I began to strip the bed but Ray stopped me, "I was hoping to have seconds before we went to sleep." I looked over at the clock, "But it's past one o'clock!" "Well, it isn't like we get to do this kind of thing every day is it?"

The bed sheet was so wet that Ray had to cover it with a fresh bath-sheet and then he pulled me onto the bed and onto my back, Ray lay on his side, his cock still hadn't grown again after his climax and the cold shower, he began to play with my body and then he took my right hand and placed it on his cock, another first for me, I curled my fingers around it and began to play with it until it began to grow, all the time, Ray was just massaging my clitoris gently, not trying to give me an orgasm but just to give me a little light pleasure while I was helping his cock to grow.

Ray took me on my back this time, just like we usually did, well, similar to usual, this time I was totally naked and this time, as I got close to my orgasm, Ray lifted my knees and pushed them up close to my breasts, then he lifted himself up and began to fuck me harder than he had ever done in his life before, with my knees pushed up like that Ray's cock managed to get in just as deeply as it did when I was sitting on top of him.

I reached my climactic peak quickly and then went way, way beyond it, if I had been sitting on top like I was earlier, I would have stopped, I would have been forced to stop way before the point Ray drove me up to from sheer exhaustion.

Because Ray had already climaxed once, this time, it took him what seemed like an eternity to actually fire off and once again, another change, after he shot off, he eased my knees back down gently and then he just lay with me, not on top of me, he rolled onto his side and took me with him, still connected together and we lay there cuddling each other, "Do you want me to change the bed sheets while you use the bidet?" Ray didn't get an answer though as I gently slipped into a deep sleep, still wrapped in his arms and still connected to his cock.

We were still lying on the bath-sheet when I woke in the morning, still face to face, Ray's arm under my neck and my hand on his hip. I tried to slip out of bed without disturbing him but failed, I apologised because it was a long time before he had to leave for work. I slipped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, I started the shower and as I stepped into it Ray stepped in behind me.

I thought that after getting me to be totally naked with him for the first time and then showering together and then sleeping all night naked together that Ray might just want to reinforce the message about how good it was to be naked together but I was actually beginning to love feeling his hands on my naked body especially how slippery it all felt with the soap and running water.

I did pull on my robe after the bath though but that was only because I wanted to get breakfast started before I dried myself off and did my hair. I returned to the kitchen dressed in panties and bra to eat my breakfast, Ray pulled me down onto his knee to sit and eat, I was glad to see that he was sitting on a hand towel as he was still naked, while he ate his food with one hand, he rubbed the other all over my body, eventually his fingers slipped down my panties and he was searching out my citreous, I stopped him, turned my face to his and kissed him, "I'm a little sore from last night, sorry!" "Pity, I was hoping to follow a perfect night with a perfect morning!"

I felt Ray's cock twitch against my bottom, I finished my breakfast and then turned to face him, it was a very similar position to how I was sitting on him the night before, I reached down between us and caressed his cock gently, then I began to slide my hand up and down his cock. "Have you got moisturiser on your hands?" I nodded my head, "I thought so, your hands feel very silky and very sexy."

I started to rain kisses down on his mouth as I increased the speed of my hand and in four minutes Ray shot off into my hand, well, I say into my hand, in my hand and all over the front of my knickers, as I cleaned myself up I realised just why he needed so many tissues when he masturbated. As he had only put his spunk into my belly in the past while I was with him, I had no idea just how much semen he pumped out when he shot his load.

I changed my knickers and checked the wall planner, our laundry service would collect later that day but we wouldn't get anything back, clean, for four days, I checked my panty draw, far too few to last, especially the way I was dripping wet all day. I toyed with the idea of slipping two pairs of clean knickers in my handbag but had to stop myself; I would need extra panties and would just have to pop out at lunchtime to buy new ones.

I took two blasts of Tefina^TM up each nostril before kissing Ray and setting off for the tube. I realised that I could have made a mistake but because it was so hot or was it, I was so hot, I had left my jacket at home, if it rained on the way to work or on the way home my very thin, white, synthetic material blouse would become a window onto my charms.

The man who had been looking at my chest the day before on my journey home, the one who looked a lot like my husband, spotted me getting on the train at my station, as usual there were no seats on the trip into the city, the guy had one, so he must have got on the train right at the first station out in the country.

He beckoned to me to go over to him, don't ask me why I was even looking in his direction or why I took any notice of him calling me over but I did go over to him. "Hi, I'm glad I saw you again, you saved me a trip to the lost property office. You dropped this when we crashed into each other!" The man handed me my Filofax^TM, It just went to show me just how distracted I had been the last few days because of the heat, external as well as internal, I hadn't even thought about it since I left work and I usually checked it at least twice in an evening and again before I left for work.

I was offered his seat, not so much a gallant gesture as an opportunistic act I felt, with me sitting down; he could look down into my blouse once again. He hung on the bar at the side of the seat and struck up a conversation with me, his name was Paul, he was a trader in the City, so his office was quite close to mine, "You'll find my name and numbers under Gamble in your Filofax^TM, I had to flick through it in case you had written your ICE details in it and while I was in there I thought you might need my number if you wanted to thank me after I dropped it into the lost property office."

I wracked my brain but couldn't imagine what an ICE detail could be, in the end I showed my ignorance, "What are ICE Details?" "In Case of Emergancy. Everyone at my company have it set up in mobile phones, PDA's diaries and Filofax^TMes, under 'I', any accident or illness, the Police, Fire and Ambulance people will check under the I's in whatever they find and they can contact the next of kin."

I thought that was a brilliant idea and I would be suggesting it at the next board meeting, we had some travelling staff and one had died while on a train to Glasgow on company business, It had taken an age to contact his wife, the only identification he had was his ID card from work and as it was out of hours the police had used the glass fitting company, taken from a sticker on our main windows and the glass fitters had their contact who was in janitorial, he phoned his boss in HR who had to drive into the City and use his pc to look up who we had noted on record as next of kin and no one had thought to mention that system to us at the time.

So, on the way into work I had learned something that would be helpful to my company, I found out that Paul Gamble was very funny, as well as resourceful and that he wanted me to take him for a coffee sometime as a 'thank you' for holding on to my Filofax^TM and handing it to me to save me the time and trouble of going all the way to London Transport offices to collect it.

As we walked out of the station and he was going to the right and I to the left, he called out, I'm in your book, and when you realise just how much you owe me for handing your database to you in person, call me and you can take me to 'Wild Bean' for a coffee."

Paul was right, of course he was, if he had just handed it in like you're supposed too, I wouldn't have missed it until I got in my office and looked at my 'to do' list for the day, then I would have assumed that it was at home, that night I would have looked for it at home, it might have been days before I thought to ask in the Transport's lost property office. Paul had certainly made my life easier by breaking the rules.

I got stuck into work, I was trying to get the heat out of my mind, the heat outside of my body as well as the heat inside. I had set my office to its lowest setting on the air conditioner and even though everyone who walked in complained that it was too cold, I still thought that it was too hot.

At lunch time I popped out of the office and into a small clothing retailers just off Petticoat Lane, I had intended to buy some bikini panties, my usual choice would have been full sides ones but I thought I'd buy just two or three of the bikini style to see how they felt and perhaps see if Ray would prefer me to wear them for bed.

As I walked in, a man was standing outside the changing rooms and the curtain opened and his wife / girlfriend stepped out wearing a Torsolette, stockings and thong, the built in bra of the Torsolette was somewhere between a balcony cup and a shelf, more than half of her areola's and all of her nipples were totally exposed, she looked at me and her face went bright red and a look of horror filled her face. She snatched the curtains closed and berated the guy, "You were supposed to keep a look out for me, this is the last time I put on a show for you, you bastard."

The man smiled awkwardly at me, I picked up a blouse and went into the changing rooms, the woman still looked shocked and was fiddling with the fasteners on the Torsolette, trying to get it back on. The changing room was certainly different to most shops, just one communal room but then they didn't usually let women try on underwear in the store on hygiene grounds. I smiled at the woman as I took my blouse off and the discomfort on her face eased a little.

I took a deep breath and summoned up as much courage as I could and said, "That looks nice on, I bet my husband would love to see me in something like that." She sniggered, "Mine certainly does, especially when I try them on in store, I noticed that she had several similar garments that she had already tried on. Even though I didn't have the stockings or thong I was definitely tempted to try one on if it was in my size and from the look of the woman she was very close if not exactly the same size as me.

She saw me eying up one of the Torsolettes, "I've finished with that if you'd like to try it on." "Really?" "Feel free." The woman stopped unfastening her Torsolette and helped me to line up the fasteners at the back of the one I was trying on, "These are as fiddly as hell." The one I was trying on was bright red with black lace edgings to the cups and around the bottom edge too. Even though the knickers I was wearing were totally wrong and I really wanted to keep my bra on but the woman told me I had to take it off to get the proper feeling and to see the full effect in the mirror. I was actually very impressed by the effect, the cups on the Torsolette I was wearing were slightly fuller than the one the other woman was wearing and I loved how it looked on me.

"What do you think; would you buy something like that?" I nodded my head, then she asked me if I would fasten her back up. "Do you have stockings at home or will you need to buy some here?" "I'll need to buy some from here." "Do you want a pair to try on here, to see the full effect?" I nodded my head, "What colour?" I just shrugged my shoulders. "Tan, that would be the best colour for your skin and hair, want a pair?" I nodded my head, "Excuse me but can I touch your legs?" That confused me a little but I nodded my head, she brushed her fingertips up and then down my legs. "Wow, very smooth, you could wear the sheerest stockings without them snagging."

The woman walked to the curtains and told the man outside to fetch some twelve denier tan stockings for her. When he returned he pushed the packet of stockings between the curtains. The woman split the pack and handed the stockings to me, I had never worn stockings in my life before, I had worn tights but only a few times, I hated the feeling of them.

I sat and began to ease the wisps of nylon up my legs and then I noticed that the man could see me through a gap that had opened in the curtains when he pushed the stockings through. I didn't know if I should tell the woman that her friend was ogling me from outside. In the end I didn't need to say anything as she noticed me looking at him as I absentmindedly fastened the tops of the stockings to the suspenders hanging from the Torsolette.

"I hope you don't mind him, he's a bit of a pervert, loves to peep at women in here." I shrugged my shoulders, he couldn't see anything more than men would see in a swimming pool or at the beach. Then the woman went to the curtain, blocking me from his view. "Is the shop still empty?" "Yes, totally empty." "I'll never forgive you if it isn't!"

She opened the curtains and looked out, then she stepped out and began to put on a show for the guy out in the shop. I stood at the curtains and watched as the man was kissing her and rubbing his hands all over her body, especially the exposed parts of her breast, he spotted me in the entrance and waved for me to come out, "Very nice, I prefer the colour of your Basque to hers but I prefer her cup type, it shows her nipples off lovely.

I stood there watching and being watched for so long that I didn't have time to change back out of the Torsolette and into my normal bra. I rushed into the changing room again and pulled my skirt on as quickly as I could; I pulled my blouse on and rushed back into the shop. The man had his hand down the front of the woman's thong panties and was finger fucking her right there in the shop.

"Where do I pay for this?" The woman pushed the man's hand out of her panties, "Pay him," then she turned to the man, it's fifty for the Torsolette and ten for the stockings, give her a twenty percent discount off the price." I followed the man to the till, he rang up the two items and then popped in the discount and I handed over my credit card to pay the fifty pounds outstanding.

When he handed me back my credit card and receipt he took a hold of my hand, "You look really beautiful dressed like that, come back any Wednesday, we're never busy at lunchtime on Wednesdays and I think my boss fancies you, she never gives anybody a discount normally."

I had to almost run back to my office I had spent so long in the shop and I still hadn't picked up any new knickers. I had fastened all of the buttons on my blouse, right up to my chin while I was standing in the shop waiting for my credit card to be debited but as I rushed to work I started to boil up, once in the elevator I just had to unfasten the top three buttons of my blouse and use a sheet of paper from my handbag as a fan.

I got lots of strange looks from the people in my office, for a start it was the first time that they had seen my legs sheathed in stockings and the other change, they could clearly see the red silk of the Torsolette and the contrasting black lace trim around the cups and, something I hadn't realised, the lifting effect of the balcony cups was such that with three buttons open on my blouse all of my cleavage was on show, even the half moons of my areola peeping above the cups.

For some reason, even though my office was so cold that people had avoided it all morning, during the afternoon, every male employee in the company came into my office for some weak excuse or another.

I missed my usual train home just because I couldn't get past the line of men stopping me on my way out to ask inane questions. The train home was full when it got into the station but I did get offered a seat, which I accepted, even though I fully realised the man's ulterior motive.

Ray was extremely surprised when I walked in and he could see the bright red and stark black showing through my thin blouse. "You weren't wearing that when you went out to work were you?" "No, I needed new knickers and went shopping but I laced myself into this damned thing to see what it looked like on and I ran out of time before I could take it off, so I have had to wear it all afternoon."

Ray was at my side before I had finished speaking, cupping my breast through my blouse, he kissed me on the lips several times and then he kissed my exposed cleavage and as he did, he whispered into my breasts, "I'll bet you've been driving men wild all day dressed like this." "I was certainly popular all afternoon at work, and it got me a seat on the crowded underground on the way home."

"That's just because the man giving up his seat wanted to look down your blouse." I giggled, "He did too, all the way home. That reminds me, I lost my Filofax^TM on the way home last night and on the train in this morning, the guy who found it was waiting for me he gave me his seat and handed me my Filofax^TM back, then he stood over me all the way in, talking to me and looking down the front of my blouse."

Ray started to unbutton my blouse, "Didn't it bother you that men have been staring at your tits all day?" Ray was pulling my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt, "Funnily enough, no. It should have, I've got cross with men loads of times for staring at my chest but the last few days, I don't know, perhaps I've mellowed!" "What about the guy who found your Filofax^TM?" "Paul you mean?" "Oh, you got his name at least, was he staring at your chest while the two of you were chatting?" "He was, he wanted me to invite him out for coffee, he works in the next building to me."

"Why didn't you?" "I needed new knickers so I knew I didn't have time today." "That's a pity, you should have rewarded him at least, your whole life is in that damned book." "I can do it tomorrow, he wrote his name and his numbers in my Filofax^TM." I felt Ray's fingers at the side of my skirt, pulling my zip down. "You could always ring him now if he gave you his home or mobile number, invite him here for coffee!" Ray was tugging at the button on the side of my skirt, trying to open it, eventually I stopped him before he pulled the button off completely and I opened it myself.

As my skirt slipped over my sheer stockings to the floor, Ray stepped back and whistled, "God, you look fantastic." "You weren't being serious were you, about phoning Paul I mean, you know, inviting him here for coffee?" "Sure I was, I'd love to watch you with a man who stares at your tits for thirty minutes without you throwing a cushion or worse at him. Your knickers look ridiculous by the way with those fantastic stockings on and that corset, you really need some thongs or 'g' string panties, something see-through or tiny to show your body off."

"Well, I was going to buy some bikini panties; I was going to ask if you'd prefer me to wear bikini panties in bed instead of my full ones. But, like I said, I laced myself into this and ran out of time." Ray was pulling my knickers down, "How did you know to put the straps inside your panties and not outside, you told me many times that you had never worn stockings and suspenders before?" "I had a little help in the changing room." "Really, was it a man or a woman?" "Stop it, they wouldn't allow men into the ladies changing room." "They wouldn't usually allow you to try on lingerie either, they break one rule, they might break many more!"

Ray was stroking his fingertips through my pussy hair, almost absentmindedly, then he started to ease his hand between my legs and I parted them for him. "I was thinking about knickers too, you know, earlier on today so I brought some that I was going to ask you to try on for me at bedtime."

Ray leaned in and kissed me just as I climaxed, not a major climax, just a little shuddering one. "I hope you aren't still too sore from last night." I shook my head, "No, I seem to be fine now." Ray just stood there looking at me, "Oh, I'm sorry, can I do something for you, help you like you just helped me!" "Please, but would you try on some of the new knickers I got you first?" I nodded my head, Ray walked out of the room, sucking the finger that he had just used to bring me to my orgasm as he went.

Ray had brought me five new pairs of knickers, all either thong style or 'G' string, mostly see through and all as sexy as hell. "Which ones do you want me to try on first?" "All of them!" "Which ones first?" Ray held up a tiny 'G' string, black to match the lace trimming on my Torsolette. I had to guess at where to tie the strings in one side so that I could use one side to help me hold up the panties while I tied the other side in the right place.

It was a bit of a struggle to get both sides equal so that the Diablo shaped netting was correctly centred and tight enough to hold themselves up. Ray enjoyed watching me as I worked out exactly how to put my new knickers together and when I had finished I looked at him and he was already naked, He gave me a hug and as we kissed I slipped my hand between us and took his cock in my hand and began to rub his cock up and down. "Can I ask you two favours?" "Okay," "Can you put moisturiser on your hands and can we sit like we did this morning please?"

The hand cream I used was about the most expensive liquid on the planet and because of that I used it sparingly, just a tiny amount, once a day, I went to the bathroom and put a spot of the cream on the palm of my hand, then I stopped myself and put a second spot next to the first, doubling up on the amount I usually used.

I massaged my hands together, I had gone way over the top and my hands actually felt wet even after several minutes of rubbing them together. Ray was waiting for me on the sofa instead of the dining chair, a bath-sheet covering the whole of the seat, I stood in front of him and he helped to steady me as I placed my left knee next to his right hip and then he helped as I swung my right knee over his lap and placed it next to his left hip.

I started kissing him and as I did I took his already hard cock and began to rub him off, "Mmmm, your hands feel even softer than they did this morning." I got quite animated as I masturbated my husband, I was rocking back and forth, rubbing my crotch against his thigh as I brought him to his climax and as I felt him splash all over my hands I also felt warmth on my lower abdomen and as I felt that warmth I reached another tiny orgasm.

I kissed him once again and as I was easing myself off of his knees I looked above his head and found myself looking right into the eyes of a neighbour from a taller apartment block on the other side of the road, well, I say eyes, what I really mean was camera lens, he was standing at his living room window with a huge, very expensive looking SLRd camera with a ten inch long telephoto lens glued to the front of it.

At the point that I started to move, Ray had pulled the front of my Torsolette down to suck on my nipples, so as I stood up the guy in the other block had an unobstructed view of my breasts as well as the tiny black 'G' string that was almost totally see through, I looked down as I pulled the front of my Torsolette back up to cover my breasts, the black front of my panties was totally covered in Ray's semen as was my lower abdomen.

Ray saw the shocked look on my face and the fact that I was looking at something above his head so he wriggled around in his seat and looked at what I was looking at. Ray stood up and waved at the guy, not a threatening wave but a quite friendly wave. "What the hell are you doing?" "I've never seen anyone from that block even looking out of the windows before." He's taking pictures of us." "He's probably just using it to get a closer look at you, and who could blame him, you look fantastic."

It suddenly dawned on me that something was different, "Where are the net curtains?" "The laundry service was doing a special price on curtains and nets so I sent everything off to be washed and pressed." I had no idea why I was still standing there in my Torsolette, spunk covered knickers and Stockings when I could have retreated into the kitchen area, out of reach of the huge telephoto lens or I could have just turned my back but I think that Ray taking it so calmly was rubbing off on me, Ray was, after all, totally naked and facing the guy and Ray didn't seem to mind one bit.

Ray sat down and turned to look at me, he beckoned for me to go to him, that meant going closer to the guy with the telephoto lens but I still did it. Ray rubbed his fingers in the spunk covering the front of my new knickers and my pubic hair that was about an inch higher than the waistband of the 'G' string. "This looks a little silly don't you think?" I had been staring at the man looking at me through his camera, I looked down to see what Ray was talking about, "Yes, I little, I need bigger knickers to cover my hair better." "That, or I could remove this band of hair, just the inch that is showing above, these are the smallest panties I'd ask you to wear for me, so if I trimmed it to suit these, then it would be fine for every other pair of knickers you wore."

It seemed like sound logic to me, so I nodded my head, Ray pushed all the spunk standing on the front of my knickers up to saturate the hair above and then pulled the knots on both sides so that my 'G' string fell to the floor, I was still looking down at my pussy, it was clear to see the line between that which was covered by knickers and so relatively dry and the hair above that Ray had soaked through to the skin.

"Just stand there while I get my stuff." I did exactly that, as Ray went off to the bathroom, I just stood there, I looked down at my pussy hair for ages as I listened to Ray getting his stuff together and slowly I looked up, the man was still standing there looking through his camera at me just as he had been when I first saw him only now I could see that his hand was down the front of his trousers and he was rubbing himself as he watched me.

Ray returned with his battery hair trimmer, a bowl of warm water, his can of shaving foam, a towel and his razor. He sat back in front of me and turned on his clippers, I knew that his trimmer wouldn't work very well on the hair that was drenched with spunk so I wondered why he needed it, he actually cut a firebreak in the forest, trimmed a quarter of an inch swathe just below the wet hair so there would be almost a half an inch less hair than I had thought there would be but, trimming an inch or an inch and a half from my pussy mound are little different.

I stood there watching the guy across the way as he watched me while Ray was shaving the upper area of my pubic mound. The guy with the camera glued to his eye had dropped his trousers and was now openly masturbating in his living room window, he was standing so close that when he finally ejaculated, it splattered all over the glass.

Ray had taken an age to clean my upper pubis and then he dried all over, then he asked if he could tidy up the sides of my mound as well as the top, I said okay, I didn't look at it the same way that Ray did, so he might as well have it looking the way he wanted it to look, "I'm happy for you to make it look how you like but I don't want horrid stubble so it will be up to you to make sure that it is kept clear, if it starts to irritate me I'll let it grow back." Ray agreed instantly.

"I'm going to need you to lie down to do the sides." Ray took the bath-sheet that he had been sitting on and took it through to the bedroom, I carried the bowl of rather disgusting looking water and his shaving kit, I watched as Ray placed three pillows down the centre of the bed lengthways and then covered the pillows and bed around the pillows with the huge towel. I lay on the top of the pillows with my head hanging over one end of the line of pillows and my legs hanging off the other end.

As Ray was busily cutting a straight line down each side of my pussy mound, I looked at the bedroom window, no curtains or nets made it look very stark, I noticed my watcher on the other side of the street move into the room opposite our bedroom, he had a tripod and a video camera this time, he filmed the process of Ray trimming around into my legs from my mound and then over my labia too, then he used the wet razor to shave what was left.

I was getting quite turned on by all the manipulation down there and Ray had a grandstand seat to see the inner changes in my cunt when I was finally ready for sex. Ray wiped me dry and then he moved in between my legs and eased his cock into me and as he fucked me he said, "Is he watching?" "Yes." "Is he masturbating?" "No, he did that already." "Did you watch him?" "All the way, he splashed his spunk all over the window." As Ray was talking about the man watching me I was climaxing and it wasn't from the effort that Ray was putting into fucking me, "He's got a video camera on a tripod pointing at me." Do you think he had a good view?" "Not really, just my head and my tits and they are all flattened out because of how I'm lying."

Ray sped up a little, "How could we fuck to give him a better view?" I thought about it for a while, then I said, "If we swapped places and I sat on top of you, he might see more." "Will you take your Stockings and Torsolette off first?" "Okay." I slipped off the bed quickly and stripped while Ray was positioning himself on the pile of pillows, it was a bit of a climb but I got on top of him, straddled him and began to fuck him, I looked over at the man, then down at my body.

My breasts bounced nicely, they had good shape and fullness, my nipples, standing out well and my areola all puckered up nicely, my pussy mound looked fantastic, razor sharp edges on three sides. I was almost standing up when I lifted off and dropped down with my full weight, Ray gasped as I knocked the air out of his body with each drop, the only thing that would look better for him now is if you were shaved totally clean, so he would see when I was at the bottom of my stroke, like this." I changed from rising and dropping to rocking back and forth violently."

Ray began to gasp into his orgasm and as he gasped he said, "Or if he was in the room with us, he could film close up and see everything." That was enough for me, I boiled over too, boiled over in more ways than one as I had a little spurt as I climaxed.

We went off to shower together but had to take a bath together instead; Ray had sent the shower curtain off to the laundry service as they were on special too.

I hope you liked this story, I hope to be able to write a part 2 soon, Paul is still waiting for his coffee date and the man across the way might call in for dinner one day, I don't know for sure.

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