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Subject: {ASSM} Sexual Chess - pt 2 (Daphne Conrad) {nosex exhib mature dialog}
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All week I had been thinking about the football game on Saturday, and how 
the day would pan out with Vic. I had also been considering my own reaction 
to him. Why had I let him expose and fondle my breasts, or have sex with me 
in the pub? Well, the obvious answer was because I enjoyed it. But why did I 
enjoy it, and why did I get a thrill out of being compliant to him? I 
wouldn’t say it was a dominant/submissive thing, that isn’t my 
bag at all. Rather it felt like a game, each of us circling each other with 
levels of control. In the game context I could see why I liked Vic, he 
obviously enjoyed sex for what it was and didn’t try and make it in to 
something more serious, but more importantly he seemed to sense what it was 
I found appealing in the adventures I had. In addition I obviously had 
something for older men. This came as rather a surprise to me, prior to my 
sexual awakening in Europe the previous summer I had never really thought of 
older men as sexually attractive. In truth I don’t think it was that I 
found them more attractive than younger men, but rather they tended to 
understand and suit the needs of the sexual narratives I wanted to create. 
However, I found Vic uncouth and crass, part of which was his appeal, but it 
also lacked some of the subtlety I liked in men. As part of the game we were 
locked in to I knew it was a mistake to let him become too confident in his 
abilities, because this would wreck the teasing dynamics we both 
appreciated.

I was therefore in something of a dilemma about the coming Saturday. I 
wanted absolutely nothing (of a sexual nature) to happen, because that would 
confound him and win me a victory in our sexual chess match. But I also knew 
that these opportunities were difficult to realise and you had to grasp them 
when you could. I would feel disappointed if the day passed without event.

Saturday came and I was so absorbed by it that I didn’t engage in any 
of the usual antics with Alex, to his chagrin. He was too timid to mention 
it though so he sulked around the house while I considered what to wear. Vic 
had said to wear something sexy, but I thought this would be too immediate a 
concession, so I had opted for a ribbed vest top and jeans. The top was 
tight and the ribs accentuated my curves. I wore a push up bra, so in normal 
circumstances it would be considered quite sexy, but I knew it wasn’t 
what Vic had meant. He had wanted me to wear something like one of the 
outfits I regularly paraded around in Gladys’ house. I was sitting on 
the sofa, drinking a cup of tea and chewing my nails like a nervous teenager 
waiting for their first date. I jumped when there was a knock and the door, 
and got up too eagerly. I could see Alex taking all this in.

I tried to recover my nonchalance and walked slowly to the door.

“Hi,” I drawled, hoping my excitement didn’t show when I 
opened it to find Vic there, looking dishevelled as usual.

He didn’t respond, just looked me up and down, appraising my attire.

“Tsk, tsk Dawn. Now I like the look of your tits in that top, but come 
on, I said wear something sexy. Jeans won’t do, even if you do have a 
fantastic arse in those. Now pop your hot body upstairs and get on a nice 
short skirt so we can see those lovely legs of yours. And while you’re 
at it, take off that bra. It may give great shape to your tits, but they are 
so firm you don’t need it, and you know I love seeing your big melons 
bouncing as we walk.”

And that was it, my resolve was faltering already. I was once again 
simultaneously angered and aroused by his bluntness. He hadn’t even 
bothered with a hello, just launched straight in to talking about my 
breasts.

“Why?” I queried, putting up a token resistance. 
“We’re going to a football game.”

“Because I want other blokes to see me with a sexy young bird who they 
all want to fuck. And also because you’ll enjoy it.”

I sighed, “okay, but only because it’s quite warm out. Still no 
funny stuff.”

As I ran up the stairs he called out, “make sure it’s a short 
skirt, otherwise I’ll make you wear that top you had on 
Saturday.”

He noticed Alex peering out of the lounge at this point. “Hiya,” 
he said. “What do you think, reckon I’ll fuck her today?”

This was said loudly, obviously for my benefit. I stopped opening drawers to 
hear Alex’s response, which was mumbled, but still audible. “I 
think so, she hasn’t had one since last Saturday, so I think 
she’s pretty horny. She’s been pretty excited about 
today.”

Vic chuckled knowingly. “Hmm, well thanks for not fucking her this 
morning, and keeping her horny.”

I must confess there is a part of me that would have been happy to listen to 
them talking about me all day, but I decided it was time to get out. I 
rejected a lingerie skirt that only came halfway down my buttocks, and a 
swimming suit skirt that barely covered my arse, as too obvious and 
inappropriate. I opted for a checked, pleated skirt that came to the top of 
my thigh. I was just about to come down the stairs when I remembered 
Vic’s request (I liked to pretend it wasn’t an instruction) 
about my bra, so I quickly pulled my top off, unclipped the bra and tossed 
it on the bed. I gave myself a quick look in the mirror before I left. My 
semi-erect nipples could poked between the ribs of the top, and at the side 
the underside of my breast could just be glimpsed. The top stopped just 
above the thick waistband of my skirt, so a strip of my belly flesh was 
visible. I had some trainers on, and my legs looked long and shapely. Not 
that I needed any additional ego-boosting, but I knew I looked sexy and Vic 
was right about what the other men would be thinking.
I skipped down the stairs, my boobs bouncing rhythmically but not 
excessively so as the top offered some support.

“That’s better,” Vic said. “I can see those lovely 
nipples of yours now calling out for attention.”

I raised my eyes to heaven in mock dismay. “You are incorrigible Vic. 
Let’s see if we can go ten minutes without talking about my 
tits.”

“Okay,” he grinned. “Is there any chance of you leaving 
your knickers behind with your bra? I love that arse of yours.”

“Absolutely no chance. And let’s see if we can ten minutes 
without talking about my tits, arse or pussy.”

“Why?” he joked, “what else is as interesting?”

“Come on, let’s go, you taking me for a drink first?”

“Yes, we’ll get a couple in at the Griffin.” He guided me 
to the door, his hand on my arse. I lifted it up to my waist and we called 
goodbye to Alex, who looked forlorn. I knew this wasn’t through 
jealousy, but just because he was missing out on what might happen and he at 
least liked to see it. I knew that in a few minutes though he’d be 
absorbed in his porn collection and perfectly content.

We talked about the game as we walked. I had never been to a match before, 
and in truth wasn’t that interested in football, but I thought a big 
game would be enjoyable. Birmingham City were playing Cardiff and we had 
tickets in the Kop, which Vic informed me was where all the 
‘true’ fans stood. I hadn’t appreciated we would be 
standing and began to feel nervous about crowds and hooligans.

Vic detected my anxiety and put a protective arm around me, 
“don’t worry love, there are a few nutters but most of the 
trouble happens away from the ground. And they’d never hurt a lovely 
girl like you. Besides, you’re with me, what could happen?”

I smirked, “well, I remember the last time I was with you and plenty 
happened then.”

He guffawed, “it certainly did. Am I allowed to talk about your tits 
now?”

I sighed, “go on then.”

“I have to say, from the first time I saw you at Alfred’s I knew 
you were the sort who was up for it.”
“Well, given what I was wearing that wasn’t difficult to 
guess.”

“Yes, obviously you were sitting there with your big tits bursting out 
of that shirt, but more than that I could see a glint in your eye. See, 
I’ve spent my life trying to find women like you. I only ever really 
found one.”

“The barmaid at that wedding?” I said, referring to a story 
Alfred had told us.

“No, not her, although she had great big milky tits. No, I’ve 
had plenty of girls like her who you just need to put the hours in with. No, 
I mean a smart, sexy woman who really enjoys sex. I could see you were that 
type straight away.”

“Don’t go thinking you know me,” I warned him.

He took it as a challenge. “No, then let’s see. My guess is 
you’re from a quiet place, always led a sheltered life and this is 
you’re form of rebellion and expression. I reckon you have surprised 
yourself at how much you enjoy it and what you are willing to do, and 
occasionally have moments of doubt about whether it’s normal. You like 
exhibitionism and you like to be appreciated. You’re not particularly 
in to kinky sex. For you, the lead up is as important as the sex. If 
I’d said to you ‘let’s fuck’ when I knocked on your 
door you would have told me to get lost, but you liked the idea of being 
told to wear something sexy.

“You probably quite like women as well. By the way, I would love to 
see you with another woman. You’re not in to a steady relationship, 
since you think it conflicts with the lifestyle you’re enjoying, but 
you’re worried that this might mean you have to choose between one or 
the other as you get older.” He stopped and looked at me triumphantly.

I was astonished, both by the clarity of his insights and also the 
intelligence he had brought to bear on it. “Well,” I started to 
protest, then I held my hand up laughing, “okay, you’ve got me 
absolutely dead right.”

In that moment I felt completely relaxed with him. I had resolved the 
dilemma I felt about him. He was my new sex mentor. In the summer I had met 
a few of these: Antonia, Abbi, all of them had helped me discover truths 
about myself and ways of enjoying my new found powers. But since the summer 
it had been me who had been the lead – with Alex, Gladys, Paula it had 
been down to me to initiate events. The only unexpected one had been the 
session with Vic in the pub. And that is what I had missed – the 
element of surprise and unpredictability when someone else is taking the 
lead. So it wasn’t that I was being submissive, but rather it was a 
relief to let someone be creative. As soon as I thought of him as a mentor 
in the line of the others, albeit a more edgy one, I knew that I was safe 
with him and I should relax and enjoy it.

“Well done,” I said. “How did you know all that?”

He chuckled again. “Some of it was guesswork, but I told you 
I’ve always been interested in women. The only other one I met like 
you was a lecturer at the University during the seventies. She was a 
feminist but she loved sex. Actually she loved wanking men off, I think it 
made her feel in control. She was never as happy as when she had a cock, or 
two, in her hand. The fun we used to get up to.”

“I’d love to hear about it one day,” I said honestly. 
“You were right about me worrying about having a serious relationship 
and carrying on with my adventures. Doesn’t it bother you being 
married?”

He coughed, “well, obviously the wife doesn’t know about my 
little bits of fun. She’s not that sort. But I don’t feel 
guilty, the way I see it is we confuse marriage and sex. I love Edna, 
we’re great friends, but I just happen to need and enjoy sex. Some 
blokes don’t, I think of it as my hobby, like playing golf.”

“I don’t think she’d see it that way.”

“No, no, but there you go, got to find a way somehow. Anyway, back on 
the subject of your tits. That was some outfit you were wearing last 
weekend. As soon as I saw it I had to have those tits in my hands.”

“Yes, I noticed.”

“Tell me, do Alfred and Gladys ever fuck you? It was all I could 
manage not to get my cock out and fuck you right there and then.”

“I thought you were going to, and so did Alex.”

“Well, Edna was waiting. Why, would you have let me?”

The answer was a resounding yes, but I wasn’t going to concede that to 
him this early on. “Ah, you’ll never know now will you?” I 
teased.

“Damn!” he said punching his fist in to his hand. “I bet I 
could have. You didn’t seem to mind me playing with your tits. Still, 
I’ll get another chance.”

“Cor, you’re sure of yourself aren’t you? Why would I fuck 
an old man like you?”

“Because I know what makes you tick. Like in the pub I can create the 
situations you crave. I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a 
bet.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“I bet I can fuck you today. If I don’t I’ll take you out 
shopping next Saturday and you can buy all the clothes you want. If I do 
then next Saturday you spend with me doing what I want. The wife’s 
away so we could have a lot of fun.”

I was again shocked by his directness. I wasn’t that bothered about 
buying clothes, but I figured it was such an easy bet to win, I may as well 
take it. “It has to be consensual sex, no drugging me or tying me 
up.”

He looked genuinely affronted, “Dawn, you don’t know me at all 
if you think I’d do that. Absolutely consensual. In fact I bet you 
will ask me to fuck you.”

“Well that’s not going to happen, so you’re on. But just 
to check, if for some freak reason I was to lose, then when you say I have 
to spend next Saturday doing what you want, you don’t have anything 
freaky in mind do you?”

He held up his hands in a protestation of innocence. “Dawn, I’m 
not going to do anything that you don’t want to do, and certainly not 
put you in danger or anything. I reckon you’d enjoy it as much as I 
would anyway. I told you, I know what makes you tick. So, we’re on 
then?”

The image of Gladys warning me to be careful of him came to my mind, and as 
it had done last week this maternal advice irritated me. It was much to 
confound that expectation of me as to show Vic that I was the victor in our 
game that I held out my hand and shook his, “you’re on. Silly 
really, now I definitely won’t fuck you, whereas before…”

“Ah, we’ll see,” he said with a glint in his eye. I 
wondered why he was so confident. He must have something planned, some 
assault on my resistance, but I was confident I could resist it. I was 
intrigued to find out what it was.

We were at the Griffin pub now, which was heaving with men all wearing the 
blue football shirts of Birmingham. I drew a lot of admiring glances and 
comments, but nothing threatening. If anything I think they were all focused 
on the football and found the presence of a sexy girl something of an 
unwanted distraction. I stood near the back while Vic pressed his way 
through the crowd to get some drinks. A group of six men, most of them 
sporting beer bellies stood next to me and began to eye me up. I felt a bit 
uncomfortable without anyone else there. I wished I hadn’t taken my 
bra off as they were making comments about my nipples now. I was glad I had 
refused Vic’s request to eschew knickers though.

One of them turned to me and fixing his gaze on my breasts asked “hiya 
pet, you here alone?”

At that point Vic emerged from the crowd clutching our drinks and I pointed 
at him, “no, I’m with him.”

The bloke backed away, “oh, with your dad is it, sorry love.”

I chuckled at the description of Vic. “You allright?” he 
enquired with genuine concern.

“Yes, fine,” I said taking my pint from him and drinking 
thirstily.

“You never answered my question,” he was speaking directly in to 
my ear in order to be heard above the music and chatter. “About Vic 
and Gladys. Have they fucked you?”

“Well I shouldn’t really say,” I tried to be diplomatic.

“Go on, you know I’ll get it out of you anyway, and you want to 
tell me, so may as well tell me now.”

He was right about this. “Well, you mustn’t say anything to 
them, but yes they did once. It was at the Christmas dinner. I was wearing a 
very sexy corset and things got a bit out of hand.”

“So Vic fucked you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What did Gladys think? Did she mind?”

“No, I don’t think so. It was like a Christmas gift really. I 
don’t think she’d like it to happen again though. They like 
looking at me mainly.”

“I’ve always had a thing for Gladys. I think she had the 
potential to be like you, she had that look about her. But it never 
happened, kids came along and the moment passed. I’d still love to 
fuck her though. I nearly did once.”

“She said you used to come on to her.”

“Well, I did, but she liked it well enough. One night we’d all 
been out and we went back to their place. Edna had fallen asleep on the sofa 
and Alfred went upstairs to bed. We were chatting and I started undoing her 
blouse. She didn’t stop me, just watched my hand. I had my hand inside 
her blouse, and was feeling one of her full tits. I was just about to slip 
my hand inside the bra. I reckon she has got big old nipples. Then we heard 
Alfred on the stairs, he was coming downstairs for a drink of water. Gladys 
did up her top and said goodnight. I never got an opportunity again after 
that."

“Sounds like a lucky escape for Gladys. She’s obviously happy 
with Alfred.”

“Of course she is, and he’s happy with her. But he still fucked 
you didn’t he?”

“True, but you’re his friend.”

“Listen, if you ever get the chance to set me up for a session with 
Gladys, do what you can will you? I reckon she’s owed one now Alfred 
has fucked you.”

I regretted telling him about that now, as it was ammunition for him. 
“I certainly won’t do any such thing,” I said 
self-righteously.

“Hey, don’t keep all the fucking for yourself, share it 
around.”

I laughed at this, “okay, I’ll be a sexual socialist.”

He patted my arse, which didn’t go unnoticed by the group of blokes 
next to us. “Time to go,” he said and we headed off for the 
game.

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