“I don’t know what I’m doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to ‘give…’ me an interview. Shit. I’m so nervous I’m shaking; I’ll bet I’m white as a sheet, I can’t even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom’s words screaming from her bed room, “He’s either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the black marketers, you’ll be gone and I’ll never see you again. I remember shouting back as I ran out the door; “He called ‘me’ in for the interview I’ll be safe I’ll make the cabby watch me go in. I ‘need!’ work!” Hell, I still hear the echoes of the slamming door after mom and I fought. My mom is sick; my little brother isn’t old enough to work, and they need somewhere to live, and mom’s disability isn’t enough to starve on much less pay the rent. I ‘want…’ them to have more than that. I want my Mom to have her medicine, a good doctor, and my brother Jeff to have his computer, games, and a college education. Mostly I want away from the dead end café jobs, and three hundred dollars is a start. Well here goes.”

“Come on in darlin’, have a seat please,” Leon Crag said smoothly, “What can I do for you?”

“Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?” Rachel asked.

“You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?” he asked casually adding, “Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day.”

“Yes, the one in the Times want ads” She replied softly, hesitantly, “Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts.” Rachel added earnestly.

“That job and several others, are always available,” Leon replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will.”

“Really?” Rachel questioned and then pried further, “You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?”

“Honey, this is the big city.” He said gently, “There ‘is…’ a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone’s place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you’ll earn every penny!”

“Then how, what do I have to do?” Rachel stammered, “I guess I don’t understand.”

“Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist.” he pointed out and asked, “Where are…you from? Remind me please.”

“Iowa, I’m from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs,” she responded quickly sounding secure.

“And how old are you?” Mr. Crag questioned.

“I just turned eighteen two months ago.” she replied proudly, “Why, does it matter?”

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he replied softly, and scoldingly added, “You bet your sweet little bottom it matters.” Then his face softened, as did his voice, “Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you’ll find one.”

“I can’t. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day.” She whined, and stared stubbornly, “I’m eighteen. I’m female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time.”

“Do you have any idea what we do here?” Leon asked pointedly.

“I-it’s not illegal is it Mr. Crag?” Rachel asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law on purpose.”

“Not at all,” he shot back quickly and chuckled.

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, “Now! Mr. Crag, it isn’t fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I’m a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers.”

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, “Tell me your name again.”

“Rachel, Rachel McAndrews.” she responded a little puzzled.

“Well Rachel… Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?” Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

“Full time employment. I’ll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years.” Rachel excited exclaimed.

“Sorry to hear that, but you still haven’t told me what ‘kind…’ of work you are looking for?” Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, “I’m willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I’ve done some cooking, and…”

“Whoa…! ‘What!’ wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor.” Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, “You can’t earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!”

“W-what are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

Leon said, “I’m interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?”

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, “What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?”

“No…” Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, “You do ‘have…’ to have your clothes… taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don’t have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need.” Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, “You still have to earn it and money like that isn’t easy to earn.”

“What kind of ‘interview’ am I here for?” Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview.

“Well do you or don’t you want the interview?” Leon asked waving the money, adding, “You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh.” Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, “You won’t have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now ‘because…’ of your youthful ‘innocence’.”

“Yes I do.” Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon’s statement sank in. “My innocence?” Rachel queried, “I’ve been with a man.”

“Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe.” Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, “I’ve been with a man.”

“I can’t be a prostitute!” Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

“No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns ‘no, no, no…!’” Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, “nothing so common place. I don’t think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and ‘My…’ girls and boys. I take ‘good…!’ care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean.”

“I’m confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?” Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, “You investigated me?!”

“Easy… settle down… I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish.” He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, “I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.’ Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives…‘domestics/lovers living sex toys.’” Leon smiled smugly and added, “They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I’ve become a multi-level incorporation. I’ve branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate.” With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, “You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs.”

“I still don’t understand I feel so confused.” Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

“As I said, I did a check on you.” Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. “I’m satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother’s tuition isn’t late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel… you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will… look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right.” Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, “Well we’re almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?”

“Y-Yes?” She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

“You don’t sound to sure.” Leon pointed out and then asked, “Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?”

“I’m sure ‘Yes. Yes…!’, and yes...! If ‘you!’ set me up, I will do my part.” Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, “I’m just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again.” Rachel’s face had a fearful expression.

“That is a reasonable fear, ‘but…’ I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of ‘my…’ people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here’s the money.” Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

“Over! I don’t understand. Did I fail or what?” Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

“Oh no, it’s time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it’s you’res.” Leon said with a smile. “The thousand dollar interview is next.” Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

“Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?” Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

“No! I told you I don’t have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but ‘you…’ will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You ‘will’ have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people ‘will…!’ be watching, a lot of people will be watching.” Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel’s reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

Rachel was staring down ward at the floor, through the fake window looking into the movie set thinking, “This is where I will be revealing myself as well as my private parts for people ‘strangers…’ to look at. Fondling another woman and being fondled by another woman are experiences I have never really thought about, and now my god I will be doing both in front of a group, maybe hundreds of people looking on and bidding as if I were a car, or a house, or a piece of meat on the butchers block up for grabs.” A shudder raced through her as Starr walked around the corner with some papers in her hand.

“Hey Rachel you look really worried, well if you didn’t you probably wouldn’t be here.” Starr comforted and started massaging her shoulders as she stepped behind Rachel and then consoled, “Just think Rachel you will be doing what you want to do with me and getting paid for it.”

“I’m so scared I’m shaking.” She held up her trembling hand as proof.

“I remember this part of the wait.” Starr warmly acknowledged and gave a tender kiss to Rachel’s ear and then admitted, “At every little bump or clank I was ready to dash for the door as if my life depended on it,” and started combing her hair with her fingers then assured, “The clients are going to want to see some uncertainty in your actions hear some hesitations in your voice, just remember it is okay to have a good time and get paid for it! I survived it and I still look good!”

“Yea you do. You don’t look like a whore you are beautiful. I don’t want to look like a whore.” She firmly pointed out adding, “I’ve seen some of the street walkers, and they look so hard.”

“That’s because they live a hard life, work with Leon and you won’t. I was young like you when my parents split and I didn’t want to stay at home. That’s when I met Leo, now that is far behind me, and now I have my own home with all the trimmings, a car, a boyfriend, and I am still working with Leon. You’ll do fine.” Starr consoled as she continued running her fingers through Rachel’s hair.

“Oh Starr tell me about one of your bad ones, I know it hasn’t all been milk and honey.” Rachel asked as she continued to stare at the bed and chair in the set through the window.

“It was my last contract and I picked the wrong one of the top ten bidders. I call her the ‘dildo diaper lady,’ ole Leon fixed her though; she has a flag next to her name now. That means the couple must list every little thing they want to do and what they expect to have done on the contract, in the black and white…! On… paper!”

“I see you are still a little tweaked by it, tell me a about it please!” She urged Rachel’s mood was starting to warm up.

“Hell I had to potty in diapers like an infant and wait for her to change me. It was weeks before I was allowed to go to the bathroom like an adult and then only a few times, and weeks between the times that she would pleasure me. I would mess in my diapers and she would change me. No! Hell no! I couldn’t tell her either I had to wait for her to stick her finger through the elastic leggings of the rubber pants or down my back. Then she would act surprise and say ‘oh…!’ the baby is wet or ‘oh…!’ the baby went poop!” Starr had wrinkles between her eyes and her face looked almost angry as she recalled the events for Rachel.
Rachel laughed out loud then Starr joined in. They sat on the couch in the staged set. “Keep going Starr!” Rachel prodded and put her hand in Starr’s.

“So all day and night for weeks at a time I had to where the diapers, rubber pants, and a strap on dildo, with sweats on over them, as I performed my duties. No bra just the very loose fitting sweatshirt and pants. I looked like a pile of dirty laundry walking around the house and I had to pull them up all the time; they were so loose they would slip over the rubber pants and hang on the dildo. I would have to seduce her if she came into the room, or if I ran into her doing house work. Some times not often she would take the strap on off me and put it on and poke me through the diapers and French kiss me, and kiss my tits eventually she would pull the diapers down just enough to slip that thing into me and mount me from behind with my legs closed, and slowly work it back and forth inside me. She never hurt me with it, and sometimes she would get me to climax, but only sometimes.”

Starr stretched and went on, “When I messed in the diapers she would clean me with a hot washcloth, and wash her hands then sometimes not often she would finger me. Then put fresh diapers and a clean pair of rubber pants on me then hand me the strap on, and watch as I put it on. She wanted me to do it just like she did poke her genitals through her clothes, and then I would pull her pants down just enough to enter her from behind. We would have sex for hours and some times taking turns. Stopping only long enough for her to potty and then we might start again, or she would order me to finish the house work or fix something to eat.”

Starr took a long drink of water and started telling her story, “I think she made the dildo her self, I’ve never seen anything like it for sell. It was thin and shaped like a corkscrew with stiff but flexible wires coated with rubber and on the end of each wire a hook shaped node and was faced outward, so when it entered it would pull my labia in, and on top it had hoops that would grip at my clitoris and they felt really good but strange. Those pointy balls it was tipped with felt really strange inside me. It looked like a weird bottle scrubber. The only time I was nude was in the bath but I still had that dildo on, because sometimes she would climb on and do it in the tub. I had to wear it night and day cause she quite often wanted a quickie and I had to be ready to deliver at the wink of her eye.”

“It is still fresh in my memory because this is as bad as it can get and not break the rules. The first time I soiled my diapers it was my second day, and I was roused from her kissing and fingering me and I needed to go, but in stead of letting me up she climbed on top of me and rode that thing for quite a while. It was just too weird I had to do both pretty bad and couldn’t go just lying in bed, even with her bouncing on top of me, I thought my bladder was going to burst. I made coffee and breakfast, when we got up, she just sat in the nook reading a book while I cooked and set the table. I kept bumping into things with that dildo. I tell you it had to look funny me dressed in only an apron and diapers and that dildo getting caught in the cupboard handles. I remember needing to go so bad it hurt, I was trying to will her out of the kitchen so I could go, but no. We sat together eating and drinking coffee and talking. It was very difficult to talk and not reveal that I was under so much pressure. Any way I am sure she knew.”

Starr gave a short loud laugh and went on, “The pressure in both my butt and bladder was so intense I had trouble clearing the table. It was when I put my hands in the warm water I lost the fight. I could feel the pee start to trickle no mater how hard I squeezed it just kept leaking out, and I had to shit really… really bad, I remember feeling the tip of that turd poking out. I squeezed those muscles so tightly I couldn’t move I just stood there with my hands in the water making grunting noises as I strained to keep it in. She heard me and walked up to me she reached around my waist and rubbed my belly kissed me on the neck and said, ‘just let it slip out you’ll feel much better.’ I can still feel my stomach cave in and my knees buckle as I grunted convulsively. I felt that turd slide out and it mooshing against my cheeks as it pressed into the tight diaper and when I started to pee, again I gushed. I could feel the diaper and pants sagging from the weight as I filled them. I heard her sighing as I grunted. She made me finish washing the dishes before she changed me.”

“That sounds gross.” Rachel gasped out and then asked, “Did she at least do a good job of cleaning you?”

“Oh yes she had to. The clients are not allowed to harm or cause the need for medical attention. I could feel my piss weeping through the leggings as I walked to the changing room. Any way she got so hot, her panties were totally soaked. We had sex all over the house that day she must have had a dozen orgasms. We walked from room to room with me behind her keeping that dildo inside her. We rolled around on all the floors, on all the beds and couches. When ever she was ready to cum, she ordered me to, ‘hold that dildo tight!’ as she put it, then climb on top, and then take short staccatoed strokes until she orgasmed. She really got wet when she came, my whole belly would be soaked, and then she would lay on me for a long time resting.”

“What was her husband like?” Rachel eagerly pried.

Just then, Leon walked in and announced, “The server is down, so there will be a short delay. How are the two of you doing?” he asked.

“Just fine. Starr is telling me some of her war stories.” Rachel was noticeably relaxed as she talked Leon.

“What the diaper lady?” Leon sneered adding, “She isn’t going to bid this time I’ve cut her off for this set of bids.”

“Yes. How did you know?” Rachel asked.

“She tells that one the most, then there is the one where she got knocked up the first time.” He said, smiled and then left.

“Come tell me a little about him.” Rachel coaxed asking for more, “What turned his screw?”

“He liked to stuff that big dick of his down his wife’s throat. I think making her gag was a real turn-on for him. He would grab fistfuls of hair and make her suck it for a while, then tease her gag reflex and when she wrenched he would pull her head down and shove it in at the same time. Her arms would flail about as he stuffed her nose into his curly hairs with that cock down her throat. Take it out and start again. He would say, ‘Lick my balls this time bitch,’ and in he shoved that long fat cock. He made me watch all the time you could see her straining to lick his balls. He would pull it out, she would dry heave, cough a few times, and he would start it all over till he was ready to ‘shoot his load’ as he put it. I never saw her barf, but she sure dry heaved and coughed a lot. He would cum in her mouth or inside me what ever made his fancy that day. He would tell her to ‘swallow it bitch,’ she would fake it and make me swallow it a little at a time after he left.”

“That sounds perfectly horrid Starr!” Rachel said as her face twisted with an ugly grimace.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad after I got use to the routine.” Starr admitted and explained, “When I first started I almost lost a different contract cause I couldn’t deep throat the guy. You would be wise to learn how before the end of the first month.”

“Tell me how.” Rachel eagerly pried.

“When you feel the gag just slip it in fast.” Starr answered.

“That’s all.” Rachel groaned.

“No you have to get use to it before it gets better.” Starr said with a soft giggle.

“That isn’t magic I can do that.” Rachel said with determination and pressed farther, “We have time tell me some more please!”

“I’m sure you can.” Starr retorted and then continued with her story, “He was rarely there. Of eighteen months, he might have been there for six months. When he was, he was nasty towards her, but nice to me. He wasn’t much of a lover, but it was a nice break from that dildo. He would order her to take my diapers off when he wanted to use me and tell her to make sure I was clean. Once he walked in and ‘ordered!’ her to bathe me saying, ‘Clean her up good! I want her fresh!’ He rarely lasted more than ten minutes, but he wasn’t rough like he was with her, so it felt okay. I came close to cumming a few times with him, but didn’t because he would ejaculate too soon. When he was through, he would order her to, ‘finish her off,’ as he put it. She would enter me with that strange feeling dildo with those hook shaped things gripping my labia and those hoops stretching my clitoris. She never went in deep just pass my lips and worked it in and out with her thumb massaging my clitoris. I would cum really fast not because she was good, though she was, but because there was a long time in between orgasms so I was ready. Some times, he would watch and other times he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t even let me pee before putting the diaper back on. Sometimes they would be cloth diapers other times they were the disposable ones. Shit! I can feel them sagging now and that clammy wetness.”

Starr fidgeted in her seat adjusted her pants and panties then went on, “I was really glad she didn’t make me wash them, I think that was a secret thrill for her. She had that look on her face when she came from the laundry room. I don’t think she played in it, but she did get a thrill from cleaning me up, she was so hot afterward, and maybe washing the diapers. Ready girl here comes ole Leon and he is wearing a smile. Its on.”

“Here I want you to wear these blue panties and the two piece body suit.” Leon ordered as he handed the package Rachel and assured, “They’re clean they are brand new. If you want while you can still have some privacy you can use the changing room there,” pointing at a single door.

My name is Yu. I’m a 30-year-old Chinese girl and work as an editor in a big publishing house in the Southern Chinese city Guangzhou which has a population of 12 million people. The job is okay and also the salary is not bad but it’s not enough for my expensive hobby: travelling. I want to travel to America, Europe and also Africa. So some months ago I began to look if I could find a second job I could do in the evenings to earn more money.

When I went out in the evening to meet some friends in a pub I saw by accident an anouncement at the door of a bar: “We are looking for some waitresses. You should be pretty with a good figure and not be shy. We offer a very good salary.”

I have an university degree and so working as a waitress couldn’t be called a dream of mine but on the other hand it’s not easy to find another office job for the evenings and I also wanted to do something different from sitting at a desk what I already did the whole day. So I just opened the door and went into that bar. Inside there was a very big room with a lot of corners and small partition walls. It looked cozy. The light was quite dark and first I had to get used to it to recognize more. I went to the counter to ask for the manager and I was very shocked when I saw that the two girls behind the counter were topless! There breasts were totally naked and they only wore a very short mini skirt. In this moment three other girls with trays with glasses came to the counter. They were also topless. Now I understood why the had written they paid a very good salary: The waitresses there had to be topless at work. I stood there and was too shocked to say or to do anything. Of course I wanted to leave immediately but then one of the girls behind the counter asked me. “Do you look for a job?” I just nodded and said: “But I think this is not what I’m looking for.” The girl answered: “You should think about it. The salary here is really very good and the working conditions are okay too. As a waitress you can easily get more than 10,000 Yuan a month.”

10,000 Yuan, that are about 1,200 US Dollars. It’s more than double what I get for my editor job. But of course working in such a bar and especially being topless in front of strangers was unthinkable for me. So I said thank you and left the bar.

But the whole evening and the next day I thought again and again about the really high salary I could earn there and that could help me to fulfill my travel dreams. I must say that I’m really proud of my body: My figure is very good. I’m 170 cm (what’s quite tall for a Chinese girl) and my weight is 54 kg. I have really big breasts (36 C). Among my female friends I’m the one with the biggest breasts. So I thought there is really no reason to feel embarrassed of my body. But of course I also thought it would be unthinkable for me as a girl with a good social standard and a high education level to work topless in public. I thought again and again and finally I decided to give it a try.

I’m a very consequential person and when I have decided something I really do it. So in the evening I went to that bar again. I must confess that my heart was beating heavily when I stood in front of the door and that I really started to think it over again. But then I opened the door and went in.

This time I saw at least 10 waitresses in the bar. All of them were topless and their breasts were of different sizes. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach but I went to the counter where the same girl as in the evening before smiled at me. I told her I would like to talk to the manager because I was interested in a job.
The girl made a phone call and told me to wait a moment. I used the time to look around the bar. In the meantime my eyes had got used to the dark light. I saw that there were about 30 round tables with half-round sofas. Most tables were occupied by guests. At some tables there sat single men, at others there were 2 or 3 men and at one table even a couple (a man with his wife or girlfriend). About one third of the guests looked Chinese and about two thirds were foreigners. I saw Japanese, Koreans and also Westerners (Americans, Europeans). At most tables there were sitting one or two topless waitresses beside the guests. At those tables where the guests were sitting alone the waitresses were just on the way to or from the bar to bring new drinks.

Suddenly a male voice said to me: “Hello, you are interested in a job?” It was the manager. He was a man in his fourties with elegant clothes and a quite sympathic face. He was from Taiwan as I heard later. He asked me to follow him to his office.

In his office he let me sit down on a chair and sat himself on another chair at the other side of a small table. He asked me for my name and age, what I did in the daytime and for my reason to look for a job at his bar. I answered everything. Then he explained to me what I had to know about the job:
“As you have seen the waitresses in this bar have to be topless. That might let you feel embaressed at the beginning but you will soon get used to it. The salary will help you with this. I pay 5,000 Yuan as a monthly salary but with the tip you get from the guests you can at least double it. You have to work 6 nights a week from 7 PM to 1 AM. One night a week you are free and it always changes on which day of the week you have your night off. What you have to do is this: When a guest or a group of guests comes the head waitress – I will introduce her to you later – will send usually 1 or 2 of you to accompany them to a table. From that time on you are that guests’ personal waitresses. You give them the menu, take the orders and pick up the drinks at the counter for them. Of course you should try to get invited to have a drink with them. When they have got their drinks you sit beside them and talk with them. That’s all. I guess you will have some more questions.”

I asked: “What will happen if the guests try to touch me?” The mangager answered: “It depends on you if you allow that. But of course the nicer you are to the guests the more tip you can expect from them later. Sometimes they give a lot and it’s all your’s. In any case be polite to the guests if they try to do something you don’t like. We don’t want to have angry and unsatisfied guests. If you really don’t go well on with a guest ask the head waitress to get replaced by another girl. And this is important: Only touching is allowed. No real sex inside the bar! Or the authorities may close the bar. You can take of your skirt and be totally nude if you like. That’s no problem. But no more activities than touching. It is your business if you make any agreement or appointment with a guest to do something else after you have finished your work at 1 AM. That has nothing to do with the bar anymore.”

When I listened to him I thought he must be crazy to think that I would take of my skirt to be totally nude or that I would want to have sex with any of the guests. But I had already decided to work there at least for a short time to try. So I answered: “I understand. When should I start working?” The manager looked at me and answered: “I think you will understand that at first I want to see your breasts to be able to decide if I can let you work here. So would you please take off your dress and bra?”

I had already expected something like that and so I wasn’t surprised about that question. I stood off, stripped my dress and unclasped my bra. I really felt very embarassed when I took my bra off while he was looking at my breasts. I felt my nipples become erected. He looked at my nude breasts for one long minute and said then: “You really look fantastic. Very big and beautiful tits. Of course you will get the job.”
I said thank you to him and took my bra to put it on again. But he said: “Wait! Don’t put it on again. Can you start working today? Immediately?” I felt taken by surprise because I had not expected to start immediately. I had hoped to have some time to think about everything. But it went faster than I had thought.

The manager called for the head waitress and told her to prepare me. I followed her holding my dress in front of me to cover my breasts to a cloakroom where the street clothes of the waitresses were hanging. The head waitress was 2 or 3 years younger than me. Her name was Ming. She was topless like the other girls and had small nice formed breasts with long and dark brown nipples. Ming gave me one of the very small skirts that all of the waitresses wore and told me to put it on. I wanted to take the skirt above my slip but she said: “Stop! You don’t want to put that skirt over your slip, want you? Of course you can’t wear anything under the skirt.” I started to protest but she interrupted me: “Don’t be silly. No girl wears anything under the skirt. It would look ridiculous.So take your slip off.” Hesitating I took my slip off while she was staring at my pussy. I have a very thick bush of 6 or 7 cm long black pussy hair that was standing in every direction. Ming said: “You have so much hair! It would be a pity to hide such a nice bush under a slip. Now put the skirt on.”

The skirt was just a very small piece of fabric that was hold by an elastic band. It looked more like a very broad belt than a skirt. It was much too small for me because I have a tall body. I saw that some of my pussy hair sticked out in the bottom below the skirt. I told Ming that the skirt was much too small for me and that I couldn’t wear it. But she said: “Of course you can. Let me help you.” She pulled the skirt some centimeters down. Now there was no hair sticking out in the bottom anymore but now a strip of 2 cm of my pussy hair was outside above the skirt and the long hairs were hanging over the skirt’s rim. Ming was very enthusiastic: “That looks great! Absolutely sexy.” I said: “I need to shave the hair there so that it can’t be seen anymore.” but Ming answered: “No! You won’t shave! Let it ike this. It looks very sexy. There are some other waitresses that also have so much pussy hair as you and wear their skirts like that. Be sure you will get extra tips from the guests when you look like that.”
I protested again but finally gave up because she insisted on me wearing it like that.

When we left the cloakroom and entered the bar I felt embarrassed like never before in my life. I had the feeling as if everybody was only looking at me: at my nude tits and at my 2 cm strip of pussy hair that was outside of my skirt. At this moment the bar door opened and 2 Western men came in. Ming called another waitress from a corner next to the cloakroom (some waitresses were sitting and waiting there) and told her and me: “Those are your guests.”

The other waitress, her name was Li, told me to follow her. We went to the two men who were waiting at the entrance. Both men were staring at my tits which are really big for a Chinese girl. I nearly fainted and had to pull myself together. Li put one man’s hand and gave me a sign to take the other man’s hand. Then she went with her guest to a table in the back and I followed her with the other man. Can you imagine how I felt? I have an university degree as a master of Economics, can speak three languages, have a good office job and now I was walking nearly totally in the nude beside a man who was wearing all of his clothes!

A girl I was fucking several months back (and who I still see off and on) had a secret side to her personality. Just meeting her you'd think she was a real good girl. But, I discovered something else entirely. We were fooling around in her parent's living room one time, just groping and kissing like most teen agers do, when I told her about a fantasy of mine.

I suggested that she dress up in the shortest bikini she owned, so that she had a dirty-girl look, and we'd walk down to the beach and have sex anywhere and everywhere possible. She hesitantly agreed to the idea and went off to get ready, mean while I popped some sex vitamins to give anyone who might see us a good show.

I waited for her out side, and when she stepped out of the house I nearly came in my pants. She looked dirty alright, but she couldn't shake the innocence and was the cutest looking slut of all time. We walked for about 10 minutes, the whole time with my right hand down the back of her bikini rubbing her perfect arse and her left hand in my shorts pocket stroking my cock.

We walked quickly to the end of the jetty and went for a quick swim out to the reef I sat down on a towel we brought with us and she stood in front of me so that I was facing the shore and she was facing out to sea. She was facing me and pushed her bikini bottom aside, she wasn't wearing panties. All that was there was her tight already wet pussy; I wanted to fuck her so hard.

She kneeled down in front of me and rubbed my cock for a while to get it as hard as it would go, I thought it was about to explode right there, but those vitamins seemed to be doing their job. She then slipped a rubber onto my throbbing cock and straddled me sinking down onto my cock; she took the whole thing inside her. She bounced up and down and lifted her top so that I could play with her nipples. We loved every second of it, totally oblivious to the rest of the world.

Just when I was about to cum I looked over her left shoulder to see a small group of young couples (three pairs of 18 year olds) standing on the jetty watching her ride me like a horse. I waved at them and lifted lovers higher too show them my cock sliding in and out of her, they all just stared in disbelief. I must have cum for a good 40 seconds watching them enjoy the show... and my girl never knew what was going on behind her.

Our life had gotten stuck in a rut. Shama and I had moved to Karachi two years ago after I took an exciting job offer. It had seemed like the perfect thing to do at the time. Even though it was far from Islamabad, with my new salary, more than twice what I'd been making before, we figured we'd be happier than ever. After all, everything had been going fine up until then. Shama got a job as a Marketing Manager of a real estate agency, and I'd started my job as financial planner for high-income individuals, Karachi is extremely wealthy, and my services were in demand. But that resulted in me working overtime, and Shama spending a lot of time at work to keep from being bored. So our life became work, home, and sleep. We were both too tired to do much, and on the weekends we spent time working around the house or grocery shopping rather than doing anything fun. Especially not having sex. Our sex life had become nothing, from constant screwing two years ago. I was getting out of shape as well. I was 5'9" and close to 180 lbs., a lot of it in my expanding belly. Sitting and calculating numbers all day, while snacking to keep my energy levels up, took its toll on my body. My muscle mass decreased, and I even began dressing worse. Shama, for her part, continued to look good, however. At 5'4", she’s always had a great body, with nice firm legs, a nice solid ass, 34B breasts, and fleshy, sexy arms. But still, everything else had gone down hill. Back home, we'd known so many people in our town.

All that changed the day Shama met Anjum & Ali. They were an educated couple. They were both Doctors. They were looking for a home, and had gone to Shama's agency. When she got home the day after meeting them, Shama couldn't wait to talk about them. She said they were both intelligent, good-looking, fun loving, attractive and open. Shama had invited them over for dinner that weekend. Shama was right. They were great, very good-looking (especially Anjum). Anjum was Shama's height, with a thinner body. Though not as shapely as Shama, with a little more weight in her ass and middle, it was just enough to make her more voluptuous. Her face was the best part of her. She was fair, with long, pointed features and big, doe-like eyes, and an incredible, pearly white smile. Ali was taller than me, 6', and well built, though not extremely muscular. He had a slight paunch, but one that didn't make him unattractive. Shama said she thought he was sexy, with his good looks and charm. We all took to each other immediately.

Ali played tennis and when I said I had played in high school, he suggested I take it up again, as he was looking for a partner. So soon after I was playing sports again, and I slowly began to get back into shape. Shama and Anjum became best friends as well, and after Shama found the couple a home, in the neighborhood adjacent to ours, they began to go out shopping to furnish the house. Four months after meeting Anjum and Ali, our lives had improved dramatically. I'd cut back on work and begun to go to the gym. And our sex life improved. With the renewed energy, Shama and I began having sex again, sometimes two or three times a week (which was a marked improvement from the zero times a few months before). The four of us made Saturday's our weekly get together, and often ended up spending the entire day together.

They'd come over for lunch, and then Ali and I would go play some tennis at our neighborhood tennis court while Anjum and Shama took a stroll. Then Anjum & Ali would head home to freshen up, and we'd go to their place for dinner and then out to a movie. One such Saturday, Shama and I were sitting on the couch in our house, Ali and Anjum seated in the sofa across from us, after our afternoon tennis and stroll. Ali and I had played a tough match, with the game getting a little more competitive than usual. He had won, barely, and had been ribbing me about it. We were both energized from our match, the endorphins flowing, and it had been all in good fun. Ali talked about how people in Islamabad were so much more competitive in sports than in Karachi, and soon the four of us began discussing the differences between the two countries.

"Certainly," said Anjum, "one of the biggest differences is the attitude toward sex."

"Yeah, I can't imagine sex is so taboo," I said, with Shama agreeing.

"It can be rather difficult. Especially if you're like us," Ali said, smiling.

"Oh, yeah? And how is that," Shama asked. She was leaning against me, with my hand resting on her leg, and I gave it a squeeze as I thought about sex.

"Well, we're not exactly your conservative Pakistani couple," Ali said.

Anjum gave Ali a mischievous look, and then said, "But at least we live in Karachi. It is the most liberal city in Pakistan, and we meet like-minded people."

" 'Like-minded people'," I said questioningly. "I can understand wanting to be open in conversation with people, but why did you need to meet 'like-minded people'?"

"Well," said Anjum, "if you are as adventurous as us, you must meet similar people to be able to do what you want to do."

The two of them gave us devilish smiles, which could have just been joking, or more.

"Well what sort of things do you need to meet people to do," Shama asked with a smile.

Anjum and Ali exchanged looks, and then Anjum got up. She walked over to our couch and sat down next to us. Without asking she pulled Shama up off me, towards her. She then put a hand on Shama's waist, and began rubbing it up her side. Then, still smiling, she leaned forward and kissed Shama, one hand going up to Shama's tit. Shama hesitated for a moment, and then opened her mouth, kissing back, putting a hand over Anjum's. After almost half a minute they broke their kiss.

"That sort of thing," Anjum then answered.

I stared, in shock. Had I really just seen what I had? And had Shama just kissed her back like that? Shama turned to me, and then smiled.

"What did you think," she asked me.

I didn't know how to answer. Then Anjum moved Shama out of the way and sat next to me. Without warning she leaned into me and planted her lips against mine. Instinctively I kissed back. In any normal situation I would have pushed away, but with the sexual energy now filling the room, the endorphins running through me, and the sheer excitement of a woman like Anjum, the only thing I could do was kiss back. Anjum's hand was then on my crotch, massaging my hardening cock. I put my hand over hers just as Shama had done, and our kissing became even more passionate. I then reached up and grabbed for Anjum's body, pulling her to mine. I ran my hands over her, feeling her back, her tits, and the soft folds of flesh by her belly.

All of a sudden I realized what I was doing and pulled away. When I did I looked for Shama, for what she'd say. I expected her to be crying, or in a rage. Instead I found her next to Ali, being massaged by him as they watched. Shama and Ali smiled, and then I felt a tugging at my waist. Anjum was undoing the drawstring of my shorts, and before I could stop her she pulled my cock out. She immediately bent down and slurped it down, and it was all I could do not to cum. I still couldn't believe what was happening, and watched with wide eyes as Anjum blew me. I kept looking back to Shama and Ali, both of who were eagerly watching. As Anjum expertly sucked my cock, Ali's hands slipped underneath Shama's shirt to grab her huge tits. Shama closed her eyes and moaned, then leaned back into his chest. He was sitting straddling her from behind now, and he began to rub his crotch against her butt.

As Anjum blew me, I pulled my shirt off and lay back. She sucked and slobbered like a pro, devouring my six inches. Though not long, I am somewhat thick, and I knew Anjum was getting a mouthful. She worked her head up and down, her hands massaging my nuts, making loud slurping noises as she did so. Her saliva began to run down my cock and onto my balls, and she rubbed the mixture of her spit and my pre-cum juice all over my nuts. She then pulled back, smiling. My cock slapped against my stomach. She grabbed and pulled my shorts off me.

My date Natasha and I received a flyer for a swing club in the city while we were on a date last week. We have discussed it at length and I was getting excited hearing how excited she was with the possibility of trying a swing club. She suggested we try it on our new date, which was two days ago, Sunday, the day after Christmas.

We decided that we would just go and check it out. If we enjoyed it we would have sex with each other, but we both agreed that we wouldn't do anything with anyone else.

That week couldn't go by fast enough. Just deciding to go seemed to have a positive effect on things. Finally Sunday arrived and I got dressed in a flash. Natasha though took forever. Finally she came down to my car. I heard her heels as she walked down the steps. She looked absolutely stunning. I almost wanted to skip the club and jump her bones right there. She was wearing a tan dress with a low-cut neckline showing off her perky breasts and a short hemline that just barely covered her full, shapely ass. Natasha has medium-length brown hair. Her breasts are a full C and she has a great ass and nice shapely legs.

After a long drive into Manhattan, we arrived at the club. As we entered, I felt like
we were going into a strip club. It was full of neon and strobe lights and the wait staff was all hot girls in lingerie. We went in and sat at the bar to have a drink. I was surprised at how nervous I was. I needed the drink just to loosen myself up. As we sat there, I surveyed the club. The bar was pretty big, full of tables and a few couches. This seemed to be the big meeting room. I could see a long hallway across the room. I saw what seemed like a bunch of rooms on either side of the hall, and I figured that they must be where the action is. In the bar there were a few couple making out with each other, and even a few groups of three or four, but there was no actual sex going on.

When Natasha finished her drink we decided to take a tour and see where things led. As we walked towards the hallway, the sounds of sex began to fill my ears. Natasha looked at me and smiled and we continued on. The first room we saw looked like a mini strip club. It had a stage with a couple of poles on it and a girl dancing on it. There were tables arranged around the stage with various combinations of people.

The next room was a bondage room. Neither of us was very interested in that and we moved along. Next we came upon what looked like an orgy room. There were at least twenty people fucking each other in all kinds of combinations and positions. I was starting to get really excited.
Natasha must've been too because she took hold of my hand and pulled it around her, pulling me close. As we turned to continue on, there was a man leaning against a wall. He turned to us and said hello. I nodded back to him, and then looked to see a woman on her knees in front of him giving him a blowjob. Natasha pulled me even closer. At the end of the hall was a pretty big room. It had a bunch of beds in the middle surrounded by couches lining the wall. This seemed to be a couples room, as there were no more than a man and a woman together. Natasha led me
to a couch and we sat to take in the surroundings. I paid close attention to the couch next to us. There was a tall blonde on top of a man riding him like a bull as she looked over at me and smiled. She had huge tits bouncing wildly as she rode her man. As I looked around there were all types of things going on. Girls on top of guys, guys on top of girls, blowjobs, pussy-eating, fucking, anal, hand jobs, everything you can imagine.

I was rock hard and needed some action myself. I leaned over and pulled Natasha's lips to mine. She must've really been enjoying this because she attacked me. She pushed me down onto my back, shoving her tongue into my mouth. She practically ripped off my shirt and began kissing
her way down my chest and stomach. As I kicked off my shoes, she unzipped my pants and pulled them off. I reached down and lifted her dress over her head. I couldn't believe it, she had no underwear on. This was definitely a girl to keep. She reached down and pulled off my boxers
freeing my dick. She gave it a few tugs then took me into her mouth. I was literally blown away! As she sucked me for all I had, I looked over to see the blonde watching us intently as she fingered herself. Her husband seemed oblivious.

Finally I could stand no more and shot my load in Natasha's mouth. The surprises didn't stop as she swallowed every drop. I had no reluctance to return the favor and pushed my date down and dove at her pussy. She was totally into it. I had to hold her hips to keep her from moving too much so I could do the job. She was screaming and bucking like a wild horse. I had a lot of practice and it didn't take me long to bring her to orgasm. When it subsided she shrieked,
"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" I was more than happy to oblige. I didn't need any help getting hard
again, and I moved her around so that I could face my blonde friend while I fucked her. As I slammed in and out of her I stared deep into the blonde's lusty blue eyes. At one point, Natasha pulled me into her with such force that I collapsed on top of her. She was a wild woman. After
relatively few strokes she began to spasm and yelled out as she climaxed. This was all too much for me to take and I came along with her.

After getting dressed, we stayed on the couch for a while, kissing and fooling around while we watched everyone else in the room. Things had gotten a little wilder and there were a few lesbian couples scattered around and even a few threesomes. After a while we decided we'd had enough, and got up to leave. As we entered the bar, I suggested that we get a drink before we headed out. Natasha was reluctant at first, but relented.

As we sat there talking to each other, I noticed a woman across the room staring at me and pointing at me. I figured that she was interested in me, but it wasn't until she got up and headed towards us that I realized I knew her. It was a girl named Felicia that I had gone to high school with. I had always been crazy about her, but she just wanted to be friends, of course.

She still looked amazing. She was about 5'10" with long brown hair, killer legs and a pretty big pair of boobs. As she reached us she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. After I introduced her to Natasha and she introduced us to her husband Rubin, we decided to move to a table, so we could catch up on old times. As we sat and talked, I began to realize that this gorgeous girl that I'd been crazy about was flirting with me. Not only was she flirting with me, but she was flirting with me at a swing club! My mind started to imagine all the wonderful possibilities, but my date and I had agreed that we wouldn't do anything with anyone else, so I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. The whole time Felicia and I had been talking, I had completely ignored Natasha. I turned to see that she and Rubin had struck up a conversation and appeared to be enjoying it.

As Felicia flirted with me more and more, it began to appear to me that Natasha was flirting with Rubin. As I wondered to myself what my date was thinking, Felicia leaned in to me and started to kiss me. It started out as a soft, small kiss, but Felicia then started to push her tongue into my mouth. I pulled back and stopped her, even though my dick said otherwise.

"Listen," Felicia said after I pulled back, "What do you say you and Natasha and Rubin and I head to the back room and have a little fun?" With this Natasha and Rubin turned back to us. I told Felicia and Rubin of the agreement we made.

"Well, why don't you guys talk it over? Rubin and I are going back there and if you decide to join us, just head back", Felicia replied. Felicia leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, and then they got up and headed to the back.

Natasha turned to me and said, "Look, I know we made an agreement, but it looked like you were enjoying yourself with Felicia and I'd like to get to know Rubin better, so why don't we give it a try?"

Needless to say, I was more than surprised. I knew that she was flirting with Rubin, but I figured it was just that and no more. I actually felt a little hurt at first, but I soon realized that my date was telling me that I could fuck this beautiful girl that I'd been in love with since I was fourteen.

"Okay" was all I said. I took her hand and we headed back. As we entered the room, I saw that Felicia and Rubin were on a bed in the center of the room. Felicia looked up and saw us. She smiled and pointed us out to Rubin. They got up off the bed and came over and got us. Felicia took my hand and led me to the bed as Rubin did the same for Natasha.

When we reached the bed, Felicia moved her lips to mine. This was a dream come true. She was a great kisser. As we kissed, I pulled her blouse up over her head. Like Natasha she wore no bra, and her big tits bounced out in plain view. They were magnificent! I shifted all my attention to them. As I sucked and flicked her nipples, she pulled my shirt over my head. She then slid off my pants. I returned the favor, sliding her skirt down over her stocking-clad legs. Felicia had on a hot pink thong that left little to the imagination. I quickly pulled it off, exposing her pussy. She had shaved it close leaving only a landing strip, which allowed me to clearly see her glistening wet lips. I leaned in eat her out, but she wasn't interested. Instead she pulled my head back up to hers and started rubbing her mound over my cock. I got the hint, slipped on a condom, and penetrated her tight pussy. I couldn't believe what was going on. As I thrust into her, I remembered that my date was here too. I looked over to see Rubin slamming her from behind. Felicia got my attention back though, by digging her heels into my ass, pulling me further into her as the waves of her climax engulfed my cock. I knew I was going to explode, so I pulled out of her and splattered my cum all over her belly.

What happened next was the biggest shock of the whole night. Natasha pulled away from Rubin and licked all of my cum off of Felicia's body. She then moved up and kissed her on the lips. Natasha had never even mentioned a desire for another girl. I was stunned. Natasha began exploring her body, her neck, her tits, and then her stomach. She then began kissing her way lower and lower down Felicia's body until she finally reached her pussy. She grabbed hold of Felicia's legs pulling them apart, and then pushed her face into her cunt. She was very gentle and deliberate, licking and sucking her lips and clit, while thrusting a finger in and out of her pussy. As Felicia orgasmed, my Natasha lapped up every drop from her moist pussy.

When Felicia came down from her orgasm, she moved on top of Natasha and buriedher face in my date's cunt as she reached up and tweaked her nipples. Natasha then motioned to Rubin to come over to her. She grabbed hold of his cock and started stroking it as Felicia ate her out. I sat on the edge of the bed stroking my cock back to life watching my date jerk off this strange guy while his wife ate her out. Natasha then took Rubin into her mouth. I was fascinated watching her as she licked up and down the shaft while her hand played with his balls. Once my member was back to life, I positioned myself behind Felicia. I reached around and played with her pussy, getting all the moisture I could. I used it to lube up her little tight asshole. Felicia didn't resist as I slowly eased my way into her brown eye. Damn was it tight, it felt great. As I fucked Felicia's ass, Rubin pulled his cock out of Natasha's mouth and blasted his load all over her face. She reached up and wiped it away, not tasting any of it. Again, she found a way of making me love her even more as I slammed into Felicia's ass while she was eating Natasha's pussy. The scene was too much for me to take and I blew my load in Felicia's ass.

We cleaned ourselves up and got dressed, said our goodbyes and headed home. The whole way home, Natasha rested her head on my shoulder, and rested.

The summer started like the one before. There was the big company picnic and introductions. I felt at home in almost the truest sense where there’s a comfortable familiarity and the ackwardness of not truly fitting in the group. It was good seeing the old faces and I had to deal with the new.

One night at the local tavern I was hoping to play pool when I saw a couple of the costume shop ladies playing. One I already knew. But this other woman was a sight to behold. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was very pretty and amazingly sexy. She wore a short summer dress that hugged her lovely hips and rose up her luscious thighs as she bent over for each shot.

Everyone was flirting with her and she enjoyed the attention. I overheard that she was married and I had to ask her again if she was married indeed. She held up her hand and showed me the ring. She may have been married, but I found someone who was sexy and had an attitude to boot. We clicked right away and it was fun being around her.

The following day I went over by my carpenter buddy and started telling him about this new woman. He said it was okay to have fun but be careful that when the cat is away the mouse will play. And in this case, the cat was a husband. At the end of the conversation she walked over to say hi to all of us guys. Before she left she asked me if I was going to play pool that night. I said sure and she went away. My buddy raised his eyebrows at me and told me to be careful.

That night my newfound friend and I met at the bar and played some pool. I saw an opportunity to gain a new reason to keep the married stage manager off my mind. So I asked this new friend of mine to go to the movies in a nearby town. She slowly agreed but I can tell she was wondering why I asked her. She even asked why I wanted to go to the movies with her. I told her the truth – I felt that we clicked and wanted to go see a movie.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I did actually work that summer. The new crew leader was younger than I and had a great work ethic. As I have mentioned before, I love working as a crew and overcoming an obstacle. One of the best examples of this was during a rain storm early one morning at the beginning of the summer. The carpenters, if you recall, work out of an old shed at the bottom of the hill. When it rains the area floods which is why the groundskeeper builds a mound around the shed to deter the flooding waters. But that particular summer kept the groundskeeper busy enough that during the first real rain the waters freely flowed into the carpenters’ shed.

Since it was so early in the morning there was only myself, my new crew leader, and the technical director. The three of us started chipping away at the gravel driveway to create a ravine for the flowing water. The technical director started unplugging everything and putting tools away. My crew leader and I used a shovel and a pick ax to chip away at the gravel. The rain beat down on us as we worked. It seemed like it was all morning that we were out there. But when we were done the water was diverted and the tools saved. My crew leader and I were soaked to the bone and we gave each other a high five on a job well done. The only bad part was that I needed to drive the nine miles back to where I was staying to change clothes and then drive back to work.

There was also a new crew that I worked with. One of the new crew members was a young woman who I never thought of as attractive. But when she decided to talk about sex, her persona changed to this sexy vixen. I wouldn’t have minded pursuing her company had she a more stable psyche. There was another young woman, though, who really turned me on. It marked off the first time that I really got turned on by a tough, strong, and very attractive young woman. She came into my life the same time I started noticing Michelle Rodriquez in movies. The similarities I found between the two women were uncanny. I fell pretty hard for her and even asked her out. But she declined my proposal.

So I went to the movies with the married costume shop lady. We drove to the next town and watched a movie. We then ate at a local Chinese restaurant. Again she asked me why I asked her to go see a movie with me. And again I told her that we clicked and none of the single ladies would have gone with me. I also admitted that there was another woman at work whom I was trying to get off my mind.
We went back to where I was staying and watched some television. My “landlady” was often gone visiting her boyfriend so my new friend and I were alone. After a while I noticed that I was sitting on the right side of the couch with my new friend leaning up against me. As the night went on she kept leaning further and further into me until she was across my lap. As I looked at the television I realized that my chin was almost resting on her left shoulder. Every time I breathed it seemed as if I was blowing on her ear.

I wasn’t sure what to do or what to think. If she was a single woman I would have jumped at the opportunity presented to me. But she was married. Was she about to cheat on her husband? Was she that horny? What was going on? I was so lonely and she was so sexy that I slowly brought her body closer to mine. I would “accidentally” scratch an itch on my chin by rubbing it on her shoulder. And of course it was not on purpose that I breathed heavily onto her ear. Somehow the moment’s sexual tension compounded. Her body responded as if she wanted me to do something but I dared not. Suddenly she turned towards me cooing “Oh, William” and kissed me deeply.

As if a weight was lifted off my shoulders I gave in and embraced her. I kissed her passionately and I slid my hands along her body. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I immediately had an erection and her hands found it. We smiled at each other and we went upstairs to my bedroom. I laid down on my bed and she straddled me. We kept kissing and then she stopped, sat up and looked down at me. Here I was, looking up at this sexy, yet married, woman. Did I do something wrong?

She then tells me that she and her husband are swingers and that her husband will know everything that happens between us. I was shocked and my erection started fading away. She noticed my expression and asked if I was alright. I told her I was okay but I don’t think she believed me. Then she asked if I was hoping to make a married woman a “conquest” of mine and was disappointed at her being a swinger. I told her I was not disappointed and we proceeded.

That night I saw her nude form. She was so sexy. Her breasts were small but very sensitive. She had wonderful hips, luscious legs, and a firm ass. She kept her pussy trimmed. And what a pussy indeed! She had the largest pussy I have ever been with but it was so well trained it acted as if it had a mind of its own.

Her wonderful pussy would squeeze my cock so effectively that she could keep me hard for a long time. That was the first night we were together and we kept the fling going all summer.

My little wife is such a big girl now. She wasn't a couple weeks ago. We have been married two years, almost, with her just out of highschool. There was a bit of flack from her family, most old aunts thinking I must have knocked her up, but that had died down now with no baby and both of us still happy with each other. Besides, we had moved to another town and had little contact with the family. I was almost ten years older and when the ages are 18 and 28, thats quite a spread, not so much in the years themselves, but in life experiences. Grizzled old vereran and virginal young debutante.

A lot of the little town attitudes went with us to the city. Karen was the romantic who very much liked the idea of being 'in love' and while I did too, I found it actually cramped our personal life. To illustrate, Karen didn't like to call it fuck, we made love. Pussy was OK, but not cunt. That sort of thing. Not a big thing, and I could live with it, but it just indicated a rigidity of upbringing that I found a bit stifling. I really did love her, but I had been around a bit and didn't want to be strangled.

Another little point between us was our social life. I had had a raucous young life but now was focused on building my business. I had little time to think about leisure, thinking it was now my sole chore to provide a secure future for my bride. She cared less about that and wanted the partying that I had wanted at the same age. I took her out often enough, but it wasn't with the crowd that I had hung out with in younger years. I couldn't see straight-laced little Karen at one of those parties. Besides, those friends had all been left behind, along with the life. And then I found that the life was everywhere.

We belonged to a tennis club because we both played well enough, and besides it seemed a good networking place for my business. Quite a few more influencial types belonged there and I couldn't see it hurting. Aside from those were a core of real players who also liked to party hard and it was to these that Karen was attracted. Some were no more than her age but most with a lot more experience. No problem, I rather enjoyed the life too, and I could see exposure could only help Karen grow. It was just good fun that hadn't harmed me, right? So it was that we were invited to a party after a tourament one weekend. It was at the home of a thirty-some couple who hung with the young crowd, and these parties were often talked about long after the event. More sly whispers than talk, actually. So I knew that Karen might be a bit over her head, but how else do you learn to swim?

So here we were, laughing, dancing, drinking with these beautiflul people. Karen was having the time of her life, having lots of attention poured her way. Attitudes were easy, a lot of fondling, a stolen kiss or two, close dancing, a few ribald jokes,a good party. Karen at one point indicated with a nod a couple kissing in a corner. More that kissing, really, openly necking, and seeming to be getting more urgent as they went. AS we watched they quietly slipped arounnd a corner and out of sight. It was our hostess, but not with our host but the winner of the day's tournament. When Karen angled me over to peek around the corner where they had ducked, we saw only a hall and some doors.

"Still game for a grown-up party?" I teased. She thought a bit, and nodded.
"Its so fun. I know sometimes this happens because I hear the girls talk about it. But don't worry, I won't do it to you"
"Don't be to sure, munchkin. I happen to know Stan is ogling you and he is your type. I bet if he got his hooks into you he would have you making love within minutes."

Karen's eyebrows shot up in a classic innocent stare. "I wouldn't let anyone else make love to me. You're the only man I've been with and its going to stay that way"
"Well, sweetheart, lets make a deal then. Only with me do you make love. If anyone else scores, they only get fucked..Deal?" I got a poke in the ribs for that, and we went to watch a group trying to limbo. We both noticed the crowd was a biit thinner than it had been, but the ones remaining were having a good time. I nudged Karen to indicate Stan, our host, watching us. Stan was over thirty, but had the Omar Sharif look that has no age, and I knew Karen loved Omar. When he saw he had been caught, he came over and handed Karen a new drink to replace the empty glass she was carrying. In the course of chatting, I remarked about his Omar look and how hot Karen was for Omar. Karen blushed red, but Stan laughed out loud and told her how he had had plastic surgery just to attract young , gorgeous girls like her.

"Do you remember the scene where Omar Sharif seduces the plantation owner's wife?" He asked Karen, holding her hands and gazing into her eyes. She nodded mutely, seeming to be hypnotized by this polished gentleman paying court to her. He circled her waist the way Omar had done, bent her back and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a minute before he released her enough for her to give me a panicy glance, but all she got from me was an approving smile.

"The scene isn't over, my pet", he crooned in his best Omar. He kissed and nibbled her ears, down her neck, and was working close to her cleavage. When Karen looked to me for help, she found me gone. It was maybe a mean thing to do, but I couldn't see any harm coming from it. Besides, I had been making eye contact with another girl who had been watching the performance, and now we had moved into a slow dance so we could watch Karen and Stan without cramping Stan's style. Sue knew Karen, and knew Stan's reputation with girls, so she knew the turmoil Karen was feeling, but she wasn't about to bale her out. Instead, she kissed me so that Karen could see. By this time, Stan had finished the scene as far as he could take it and was dancing with Karen to avoid letting her go. He was holding her close, almost nose to nose, and the flush was less panic and more , well, just flush.. We moved close, and when we were sure we werein her sight, we kissed again, but this time wide open, grinding lips and body together. When we moved on, we could see that the other couple were also kissing, if somewhat more chastely.

"You have a very lovely little wife", Stan said behind me. I was still holding Sue, but Karen had gone. "Karen has gone to the bathroom, and I am left alone. Do you mind when she comes back if I monopolize her a bit? I see you have your hands full."

I promised him I would not mind a bit. As He wandered away, Karen found my elbow. "Are you OK with things? Stan is getting a bit friendly, but so are you. Do you think things are getting out of hand?" I smiled gently and pulled her into a circle with Sue and I. I told her that the party was going the way parties go and welcomed her to the land of grownups.
"The only thing is, pet, that you must not make love to Stan. You can only fuck him, and I promise to only fuck Sue. Making love is for you and me. Are you OK with that?"

Karen nodded, then opened her eyes wide as it sunk in that she had just given her husband permission to fuck Sue. She had also consented to fuck Stan, and as that thought hit her, she gave a quick glance around to find him and was a bit relieved not to see him. "I don't know if I can stop him if he tries. He's very sexy, and I get so hot, "she giggled nervously, "I just had to duck out to the toilet to cool things down a bit and think. Do you know where he is? Maybe he's found another girl to fuck. Are you two really going to fuck? Its really a nice word, when you say it like that." She started when she felt hands sliding under her arms from behind, through her arm holes and capturing her breasts. "My thoughts excactly. Its just not right that a honey like you only fucks one man in her life. The more men you fuck, the happier the world will be, starting with me."

Karen sagged into him, feeling him rouse her nipples while her husband and friend watched. "Wish me luck, darling", she murmured as Stan led her away, around the same corner his wife had gone an hour before. We followed a disret distance behind. We both wanted to witness the union, but not be part of it. This was for Karen alone. Well, OK, Stan too, but for Karen it was a coming out. For Stan it was just a cumming in. We saw them check a couple rooms before ducking into a third and swinging the door closed behind them. Luckily, the door didn't close and swung open enough for us to silently slide in. It was the massive master bedroom and we found a little love seat facing away from the bed we could peek over and watch the festivities. We could have been a cheering section, I don't think the couple would have noticed us. Stan took Karen's hem and slowly pulled her little dress over her head. Finally she had to raise her arms in total surrender to let it slip free, and she was standing stark naked, her arms still in the air, in front of a man she had only met and who she was going to fuck. It was really a very triumphant pose, and I think her mood was just that, triumphant over herself. Stan begged her to hold the pose while he ripped off his own clothes, the dropped to his knees before her to kiss her all over her body, tummy, thighes, up to the breasts again, a flick of tongue into the bush, finally standing to pull her full length against his nakedness and fittling his boner between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy and she feeling the hardness of his cock. She came then, just standing there rubbing on his cock. I think she was on the verge of cumming since the first kiss.

"I don't think foreplay is the order of the day, my little sexpot.." Stan smacked her bottom. "I think we both need a bit of penetration, and that quickly." He pushed her to the bed and as her knees folded and as she sat, he gathered her legs and hugged them to his body. The bed was so high he only had to bend his knees a bit to bring a very nice cock to pussy.."One thing I do insist on, though." he whispered, " I want you to guide me into you. I want to know you really want my cock in you and are willling to show me the way...ok?'" Two hand appeared between her legs and cradled his cock and did as they were bid. As the head entered we heard a little yelp as another orgasm ripped through her. Our view point was perfect to watch his cock slam into her, and we forgot our own lust as we watched the encounter build .

"OH, god , I love to fuck!! Oh, I want you to cum. .....Can the reader fill the rest? At this point I'm too busy helping Sue straddle me so she could ride my cock, facing me to watch the match on the bed. As Karen and then Stan's voices became even more urgent we found the left over evergy contagious, but we stayed in check until the main event shuddered to a standstill. Then Sue began cumming and I flipped her onto her back to properly pound into her. I got a bit of carpet burn on knees fighting for traction, but what a cum. Sue was a talented girl, and with the conquest of Karen still fresh and knowing she must now be aware of us, well , what can you say beyond, WOW1

When we could move we joined Karen and Stan on the huge bed and noticed other people filtering in as well. Karen was sprawled on a towel that had saved the bed from the cum, her legs still spread in total abandon, her heroic little pussy still pouty as if asking for more. She gave us a languid smile and reached out to pull my lips to hers.
"I kept my promise, darlling, but my god, fucking is almost like making love. Do you want to fuck me now? I'm so totally shameless, but I can't care right now. Hey, you know who I want to fuck? Gerry who won the tennis today. We saw him leaving with Stan's wife. I would love to fuck him right after her."
"Thats easily done," said a voice up at the headboard end. "I've been hoping for a turn. Nat always likes to watch Stan fuck a new girl, so she had me here before you got here even."

Gerry mover over her and would have gone down, but Karen grabbed his head and pulled him up. "Just not ready to do oral with all these puys watching," she whispered, "Just fuck me, I need more cock and you've been turning me on all day. My pussy is ready now, we can do foreplay another time when we're alone." And with that he was in her. It was neat, being right there close and seeing her lips part and this new cock make its way into her, all the way, then slowly withdraw as those same lips clung to it like they didn't want it to go. No fear there, as it plunged in again. The two fucked like that for many minutes, clutched tight, waiting as the feeling grew. Karen came first, then Gerry quickly after. In the afterglow, Karen was heard to whisper,"You know, you havent' even kissed me yet. Have you heard the one about the Ozark lovers? She says, 'kiss me, charlie, kiss me', and he says, 'hell no, you're my sister, I shouldn't even be fucking you.'"

That about wrapped up the evening. Most were pretty spent. I didn't bother describing all the action. didn't even notice most of it. Actually, a lot of people never took part in the orgy that Karen sparked. It seems that its a tradition that Nat fucks the winner, so it was unremarkable when she disappeared with Gerry. Its well known that Stan rarely goes without, so when folks saw him making a play for Karen, they knew he would do okay, and so would she.

Karen was asleep when we got home and I carried her from the car like a little girl. AS I laid her on our bed, I asked tenderly if she would like to make love. She smiled dreamily, and said, "When you let those two fuck me, it was like you were making love to me at the same time. I was loving you when you were fucking sue, too .But now let me sleep and dream big girl dreams."

Brad and I had been married four months when Daddy won the lottery. It wasn’t a huge win, but it set him and Mom for life, and it put us in our first house. All was rosy. But Daddy had always felt bad that his little girl didn’t have the big honeymoon that he thought she should have. So a couple weeks later Brad and I were on a plane to Dominica for two whole weeks at one of those all-inclusives. It was perfect. White sands for miles, always a bar boy watching to see if you looked thirsty, when we came out of the water there was someone there with a towel. A girl could get spoiled. Down toward the end of the property the beach was open to topless sunning and we heard that a lot of skinny dipping went on after hours. Even after two days and with twelve ahead of us we hated the idea of leaving ever.

On our third day we met another honeymooning couple, these two just having been married a couple days. Our waiter brought them to share our table, which was the common practice. I think the lady was a bit disappointed not to have a table for two, but when she heard we were also honeymooners she got over it. Her and I got on very quickly, and would you believe it, the guys both had Red Sox shirts on. So it was great. We stayed together through the entertainment and after we walked together on the moonlit beach. Our walk took us to the far end, and as we passed a couple came out of the water and passed us going to their towels.

“Were they naked?” Trudy asked, her voiced edgy with shock.
“I think they call it nude here.” I was a bit giggly myself, “Its Okay. This end is topless even in the day. Lots of people come down here.”
Eddie mulled this for a moment. “Do you guys come down?” with a laugh to show he didn’t mind if we did.
By this time we had turned around and were passing where we had seen the couple and found only a clothed couple coming from the resort direction.
“Hi, guys.” the lady greeted us, “Are you going in? We are. Come on, the water is best this time of day.”

I think all our jaws dropped as the couple threw their clothes into the sand and waving at us to follow, they charged into the glassy sea.
There was a long silence as the four of us watched them splash away, then Eddie ventured, “Did anyone happen to notice that she was shaved, you know, down there?”
I had noticed, and I’m sure Brad had too, but I was shaved too.
“I’m not sure if he was,” Trudy ventured, “He was so tanned I couldn’t tell.”
Eddie guffawed, “Well, at least you had a look. I was feeling bad about looking at her.”

We walked and talked back to the resort. We had a cabin right on the beach, they were in the main hotel, so we said goodnight. We promised to look them up at the breakfast buffet, and I think by that time we had already decided as a group to spend a lot of time together, as much as honeymooning would allow. We didn’t want to push it, after all, they were really newlyweds, we were old veterans of four months.

The following morning we renewed our new friendship over wicked coffee that had even Brad adding milk to cut it, and planned our day as much as we wanted it planned. Pretty simple really. Lay in the sun, play in the sun, lay in the shade, rub oil on each other, watch other vacationers, eat, drink, be mellow. It was a perfect day. We found that on the second day we had started to feel like it might be a long two weeks without any diversion, but with our new friends things looked great and a lot more fun. By early after noon we were a couple shades darker.
“I’ve never owned a bikini,” Trudy remarked as Brad rubbed lotion on my tummy, “Eddie wants me to, but Mom didn’t approve of showing more skin that you had to.”
I stared at her. “You’ve never been in a bikini? But you have a great body! Eddie is right. Come on girl, you and I are going shopping. Okay, Eddie?”

Eddie could only gape and nod, a happy smile flooding his face. I towed his demure bride back to the complex and into the beach hut. We found her size rack and held a few against her to see how they looked on her skin tone. Trudy was choosing them for their modesty more than anything else, but I made sure there was a couple really sexy ones. Then we headed for the change rooms. As it happened, it was a big room, so it seemed natural that I go right in with her to help her. She seemed a bit surprised, but a lot of things were strange to her and she accepted that it must be all right.

I let her try on a couple modest pieces, but even she had to admit they could not be called bikinis. I handed her the mate to the one I was wearing, bought only the day before. She looked doubtfully at little bit of skin it hid on me, but turned her back to strip the last one off and give it a try. She did her best to make it cover as much as she could, then shyly turned to face me. She was gorgeous. She was a couple sizes bigger than me, but I’m a hundred pounds, and most girls are. Her D’s strained at the cups, not like my A’s that just barely filled them. Her white tummy was flat and ripped, and I couldn’t believe she had never flaunted it. There was a wisp of hair peeking around the edges and she giggled nervously as I tucked them in for her.
“I don’t know if I can go out like this,” Trudy quavered.

I paused, then nodded in understanding. I went out into the shop and quickly found a wrap that matched the colour and took it back to her. Even then I had to practically drag her to the till where the card Eddie had passed me was swiped. Then I towed her in triumph back to the guys. They both watched us as we approached, me strutting my stuff, and Trudy draped in her wrap. The boys watched her expectantly. After a moment, realizing her moment was at hand, Trudy let her hands release the cloth and I unveiled her.

The intake of breath was from Brad. The “Wow ‘ was from Eddie. Both just stood and stared at her until I broke the spell. “Come on, you guys, I hate being ignored. Lets get it wet..” We splashed around for what seemed like hours, bobbing in the large surf that was running, so I would have to jump off the bottom to keep my head out, sometimes being surprised and catching a breaker and being tumbled instead. When we finally came out our new goddess was a whole lot more relaxed. When Brad rubbed new oil on me, she even lay still and let him oil her pink tummy.

A bit later a rather nice looking lady went by us with just a towel draped over her shoulders and the tiniest bikini bottom. We watched as she entered the topless area and spread to towel to lay on. At fifty yards we could all clearly see her nipples pointing at the sky. There was a pregnant silence as everyone pretended not to be impressed.
Finally, Eddie asked casually, “What think, Trudy? Want to go back to a one piece like that?”

There was another silence. “Trudy has nicer tits, don’t you Trudy?” This was from me, and I still don’t know why I said it. But I had, and I couldn’t take it back. Eddie exchanged a mischievous glance with Brad and they picked up their towels. I quickly picked up mine too and we turned to walk down the beach. “Come on, Trudy, we don’t have to go topless, lets just go check it out.”
We walked by the lone topless sunbather, the guys straining their peripheral vision. I had to admit she was nice to look at, a bit older than us, but fit and oh so worldly. Worldly is a very nice word to a small town girl, and I envied the lady her freedom. I spread my towel as casually as I could, reached around to the snap, and making a point to face the others, I opened my girls to their startled gazes. I smiled my most worldly smile and laid back on my towel, the sun already warming my lily whites. Just for a moment I thought I might have gone to far, as the others seemed uncertain who should put a towel down next to me. Then Brad broke the awkward silence.

“Bodies like these should be hidden as little as possible. Good for you, sweetheart. I was afraid to even dare you to do that.” I could have kissed him right there and then. Trudy put her towel next to me so us girls would be flanked by our husbands, whether for safety or propriety, I couldn’t say. Then she lay on her tummy and Eddie unsnapped her. She wasn’t topless like me, but it was a good start for a girl who had started the day in a one piece. Eddie rubbed lotion on the expanse of lower back that was clearly white on Trudy and I could feel Brad watching through half-closed eyes as he swabbed the bulging sides of Trudy’s breasts.

“I did Trudy’s tummy, Eddie, how about doing Carrie’s boobs?”
“Brad Brown!! Even you aren’t going to do them out here.” But I did have a problem, in that they needed doing. Even now they were prickly, having never seen the sun, so I archly sat up and massaged oil in myself, wondering if I was making a ninny of myself. I was trying not blush, not easy when you’re half Korean like me, and I was very aware how my little dark nipples were standing up. But I had to play out what I had started, and when I laid back down my tits still pointed proudly to the sun. Trudy watched all this with extreme interest and after a moment seemed to come to a decision. She lifted her bum and in one athletic motion pointed her lovely’s to the sky.

“Wow, Trudy!!!” This came from me, not the guys. She was magnificent. Her huge breasts were as hard and round grapefruit, only bigger Her nipples were as pink as mine were black, and just as pointy. Then I noticed how mortified she look at having three sets of eyes devouring her semi-nudity, and I flopped back down off my elbows. “Sorry , girl. That was very uncool of me. You just caught me by surprise.”

Trudy giggled in her own boldness, “You were surprised I turned over.”
I laughed, “ NO, kid, I was counting on you doing that or I was going to look like a real hussy.”
Brad cut in, “But it was only Eddie who knew how magnificent you are.”
“Nice try, buddy, “ Eddie laughed, “ but you still don’t get to rub oil on them.”
“Damn,” said Brad, as Eddie slopped his hands and began rubbing his wife’s breasts. But he watched the procedure with fascination, and now Trudy seemed Okay with his admiring gaze. Even Eddie seemed to making a show of it for him, and the thought flicked across my mind that Eddie was turning out to be quite playful, and my Brad seemed to have a side I hadn’t seen before. Then it occurred to me that I was having thoughts I wouldn’t normally have. I never did plot anything, but it did seem to me the week might hold another surprise or two.

Both us girls payed the price for our boldness. Thanks to the attentions of our spouses, our tits were spared the burn, But Eddie missed a couple places on Trudy’s back, and in my hurry I had missed a patch behind each tit, so both of us had to retreat out of the sun early. We took them to our cabin, us girls just wrapped in towels and Trudy’s wrap, as both bather tops hit tender areas. We were going to have a cool shower to take the goop off so we could put on some damage control stuff that was supposed to take the tingle out of burn. I guess I was a bit groggy with the sun, because without thinking I shucked off the towel and with almost the same motion got rid of my bottom, because there was a strip of burn right at the waistband.

It wasn’t until I had the water running that I realized Eddie had watched me enter the bathroom with his mouth open, and I remembered that I had tucked in some pubic hair for Trudy, and Eddie probably wasn’t used to seeing a shaved pussy. I wasn’t even trying to be ‘worldly’, I just wanted comfort. When I was finished, it took most of my inner strength to walk back into the main room with only a towel hiding me. Trudy had dropped her bottoms under her wrap and took my place in the shower. As she passed, she whispered, “Wow, You’re brave. I wish I could be like you.” And I felt a lot better. But I did turn my back on Eddie to pull on a pair of panties. They were thongs, though.

I had slid into a muumuu by the time Trudy finished in the shower, and she emerged wrapped in her sarong and grateful to see me covered. They left for their room to get ready for dinner. The sun was dropping quickly, and there was always a fancy drink for anyone at the bar for when they light the torches at sundown. Trudy and Eddie were just minutes late, and it wasn’t hard to read their faces to see what had kept them. It was only the second day of their honeymoon, after all, and I would think it had been a stimulating afternoon. As we ate, I saw that Trudy was only picking at her food, like there was something else on her mind.

Suddenly she blurted out, “Eddie and I are going skinny dipping after dinner, coming?” Her eyes cast down as it sunk in what she had just said and how she had said it, but I was quick to rescue her, just as she had bailed me out in the afternoon.
“Yes, I think we should, it will be fun.” I could see Brad’s eager nods, and added wickedly, “It’s not a full moon yet, but that makes it earlier, so the boys should have a good show.”
“Well, we’ll just see to it that you girls have a good show, too”,, Eddie was at least as eager as Brad.

By the time the dessert trays were out it was quite dark, and by unspoken agreement we passed and headed as we were to the beach. We were the only ones there, but we went to the far end anyway and under the first light of the nearly full moon we stripped off and dashed for the water. It was wonderful feeling the rush of coolness on every single nook on my body. I had never done that before, and I guess I wasn’t the only one. We stayed in for over an hour. When we came out we were still alone on the beach, although we could hear splashing and laughing. Then as the chill hit us we remembered we had not picked up towels. Us girls had our muumuu’s , and the guys had no trouble pulling up baggy shorts, but underwear was tougher.
“It doesn’t matter, I want to go back to your cabin, Is that Okay?” Trudy sounded a little edgy, and Eddie gave her a surprised glance. But we thought it was great idea. We had no plans for later, especially after having been surprised by the skinny dip idea. So we wore what we could and carried the rest and trooped back to our digs.