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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Fulfilment 9 Sub Title: My Night Out With Ingrid {FFF, exhib} by Alessia
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Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 9
By Alessia Gerini (Edited with thanks by PeeJ)
My website is at http://www.angelfire.com/wa/Alessia/ so go there and enjoy 
my earlier stories in this and other series.   It also includes stories by 
really good authors of erotica.

All the **LEGAL** stuff in all the previous chapters apply equally to this 
chapter.  So if you haven't read one go and read one of them. Stop reading 
this now as it might be illegal for you to continue.


Do yourselves a big favour and read all the earlier chapters in numerical 
order before reading this, it will make more sense. Although I do try to let 
each chapter stand on its own, I can only do this up to a point. Whatever, 
enjoy it!


If you've read the earlier parts and just need a reminder of what has 
happened previously the following may help:

Alessia, the main character, has joined a club for lesbians, where its 
members are encouraged to fulfil their sexual fantasies.  In the first three 
chapters, Angelina, the club president, on a train seduces a willing Alessia 
in a rather humorous piece and introduces her to Ingrid at the club 
'head-quarters', a coffee shop.  At their first meeting the somewhat 
mysterious Ingrid and Angelina surprise Alessia in the shop in a hot scene.  
  Then Alessia and Angelina plan Alessia's first fantasy 'mission': a flash 
in a library, which she has now completed.  Alessia's report of her 
'mission' is spread over chapters two and three.  These two chapters 
describe Alessia's sexual antics during her first mission.  Other characters 
have been Abby and Jessica who appear in chapter two and assist Alessia in a 
steamy sequence.

In Chapter 4 Alessia and Angelina go shopping buying sexy clothing, catching 
the shop assistant unawares and Alessia orgasms for the first time that day 
(Ch. 4).  They then go to buy toys, where the shop assistant is also 
pleasantly surprised and Alessia and Angelina have some erotic fun (Ch. 5).  
Then the two go to Angelina's apartment for dinner (Ch. 6).  Ingrid who, 
during the meal, saves Angelina from being raped by Alessia, cooks the 
dinner and the story continues from here, more or less.  Angelina does get 
to orgasm with some help from Alessia, notwithstanding Ingrid's efforts. In 
chapter 7 Alessia is taken to new heights in exhibitionism and loves it. In 
chapter 8 Alessia is punished for her transgression against Angelina with 
surprising results for Alessia and Angelina, one of them is to go out with 
Ingrid. The other is mentioned below but this should be read, it would be 
spoiled if I told you here :)



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FANTASY FULFILMENT CHAPTER 9
Sub Title: SATURDAY NIGHT - My Night Out With Ingrid
{FFF, exhib}

I came out of he shower and dried myself very carefully on a fabulously 
soft, fluffy big towel.  My boobs and butt were still very sore.  My poor 
butt was as pink as a rare steak and my boobs only a little less so.  My 
nipples would not become flaccid, but stayed semi-hard at best.  I called to 
Angelina,

"Hey, Darl,' where's your hair drier I can't find one in the bathroom?"

"Look in the top draw of my dressing table, it should be there; use my brush 
if you need one," came a muffled voice from the wardrobe.

"Okay, thanks."

I walked to the dressing table finding the dryer just where she said it 
would be. I grabbed the brush and started blow-drying and brushing my hair.  
I headed over to the wardrobe to see if she had found anything useful.  I 
ran out of electric cord before I could see inside.

I yelled out over the noisy thing, "I think the bra and panties I wore today 
will be fine.  They're black and quite sexy."

A face appeared, "Thank god, neither Ingrid's nor mine would have fitted 
those big . . .  bre . . . Oh my, look at you - your boobs are red raw, can 
you wear a bra?"

My breasts had been bouncing around nearly all day and I wanted my bra to 
hold them still for awhile if I could.

"Well, I wanna, I really should," I said.

"Yes Alessia, we'll try."

"Here, see if these fit?"

A pair of black patient leather heels came tumbling out.   They were peep 
sandal types with an ankle straps; gorgeous!"

I slipped one on and did up the strap; it fitted perfectly.  Then the other; 
it too was just so comfortable.

'Hey, Angelina these are beautiful."

"Okay, my stockings will fit, just make sure?"

"Where do I find them."

"In he top draw of the chest of draws."

"Right I see."

Finishing off drying my wet ends I turned off the dryer and I pulled the top 
draw open, 'WOW, what gorgeous stuff she's got,' I thought looking at lacy 
lingerie of all colours.

"I'll go get my bra and panties, okay?"

"Sure. I've got a skirt and top for you from our shopping today."

I came back into the bedroom wearing lace-top, black stay-ups, my panties 
and the shoes.

Angelina's eyes bugged out when she set eyes on me.  I laughed as I watched 
her nipples harden, proudly saying, "Oh I do have an effect on you, don't 
I?"

My nipples had hardly been normal all day and were so sensitised they were 
red and proudly presenting themselves to the world even now.

"You look so hot like that, I couldn't help it," she laughed, looking at 
herself.

"Okay," Angelina kept up, "I have this black skirt and it comes with a 
matching black near waist-length jacket. It doesn't sound very sexy, but 
look, they are both see-through and the skirt is tight and fitted 
wrap-around waisted with a naughty split side, if it fits you, that is, and 
it should.  The jacket has a cleavage and will show off your breasts and 
tummy to great effect I'm sure," She chuckled, "Put them on now, okay, and 
we'll see."

Ingrid walked in at the point that I was reaching for the little outfit 
proffered to me by Angelina.

"WOW, yes!"  Ingrid declared, "you'll look outrageous in that outfit."

"I'm not going like this, silly!" I giggled, as she drooled.

"Oh - why not?"

"Because!"  I continued, "Hey, you look bloody outrageous yourself.  We'll 
be fighting off all and sundry.  That slit dress and cleavage, mmmm, yum.  
Have you got knickers on?"

"Who's Sundry?" giggled Ingrid, "of course, but high cut bikini thong ones."

"Shit, Ingrid you won't be safe in those."

"I'll be okay, the guys won't try anything."

"You haven't been out with me before have you, and who said anything about 
guys?"

We all laughed and Angelina said,

"Come here Alessia, and get this stuff on before you get raped right here."

I walked towards Angelina to get my skirt, bra and top.  I slipped into the 
skirt; it too was slit up high, just about level with the tops of my 
stockings.  Its cut was wonderful and it fitted literally like a glove.  I 
grabbed my bra, bent forwards to drop my boobs into its cups and immediately 
I realised that I would be far too sore for that. I tried anyway and, 
'yeeouch!'  My nipples sprang solid with the pain of the lacy bra scratching 
over them.  Well, they weren't really scratchy, but they really felt rough.

"Oh, shit, that hurts like crazy, my nips are far too sore; what now, I 
can't wear these?"

"Um, go bare bobbed," suggested Ingrid wickedly grinning.

Angelina shrugged her shoulders, "Well it's got me beaten?"

"Okay Ingrid, you're on!" I said, thrilling at the idea, but trembling in 
apprehension also.

I put the jacket on bra-less.  The jacket was soft enough, but it still 
stimulated me.  I had two choices, not go or go like this.  I choose to go 
as I was.  It actually felt good, but despite all the hot sex I'd had that 
day I was still horny.  Hell, it wasn't just that day, but over the last few 
days I'd lost count of the orgasms I'd had, and they'd all been fabulous.   
I was beginning to think that the more one got the more one wanted it.  I 
looked in the full-length mirror and saw the hottest chic chick I'd seen for 
ages standing there looking at me, Ingrid not included.   The full outline 
of her breasts, areolae and nipples visible, though not as obvious as I 
first thought.  Just looking at myself in the mirror made me shudder in 
aroused excitement.

"Okay, some lipstick, eye shadow and eyeliner and we're gone," I exclaimed.

"I'll do it." Angelina rushed to her dressing table gesticulating for me to 
go to her, so I did.

Ingrid looked bemused, but happy for her Mum.  "Shall I get the car now?" 
she said to nobody in particular.

"Yes, yes," replied Angelina, "In five minutes I'll be finished."

She expertly applied the make-up and I loved the way she made me look. I 
kissed her carefully on the cheek as we went down in the lift.  She had 
given me the make-up for touch-ups.  Ingrid pulled up in her Hyundai Sports 
Coupe and remembering my butt I carefully slid in and with a wave we were 
off.  I couldn't help notice Ingrid's skirt was way up in her lap, her 
gorgeous legs right there for me to look at.  But I was flashing a lot of 
leg too as I'd pulled my skirt up to get in.  As it turned out, of course, I 
hadn't needed to because of the slit up this skirt.  The sight of her legs, 
well, all of her really, I found such a turn on; she really was a very 
attractive girl, especially all done up for a night out. Her golden hair 
done up high and an outfit a little similar to mine in a red but it wasn't 
anywhere near as sheer, just that, with the light behind her, although see 
through it wasn't obviously so as mine was.

Ingrid asked me if I'd been hurt badly and I said that at the time it was 
pretty tough, but I didn't mention my possible masochism or Angelina's 
sadistic streak that had surfaced. I think it had scared us a bit more than 
we admitted even to ourselves.

She seemed as if she felt a bit guilty, so I said, "Don't feel bad about any 
of this.  I now know you were only protecting your mum, I would have done 
the same. Actually, you are a lot like your mum, just a smaller version of 
her and my mum too.   She has a great figure and she's slight, like you. And 
you're all very sexy, but my mum is straight."

"Thanks - I think!" she giggled.

"I guess that was a backhanded way of saying I like you." I giggled too.

"Yeah, but what about you and mum, she's forty and she's got eyes for Ava 
you know."

"Oh, shit, forty!  My mum is only a bit older. God, I really am stuck on 
her, I think she is fabulous, but forty.  I thought she was about thirty. 
What has she said about me?  Why has she led me on?"

"Look, Alessia honey, at nineteen you are vital, young and fresh to her.  
You're a real spunk and lesbian, and I bet you didn't make it easy for her 
to say, 'get lost', did you?"

I thought for a little while and I noticed a concerned Ingrid looking over 
at me.

"I see what you're saying but, shit, now I love her."

My eyes were tearing up.

"Do you really, or have you just got a crush on her?  Look, she's my mum, 
I've seen a couple of other girls my age besotted with her because she is so 
gorgeous, kind, generous and like that.  I don't blame you, I love her too.  
Don't answer now Babe, but think about it, okay?  I don't want you too hurt, 
anymore than you will be already."

"If you're right," I said defensively.

"True, but I'm not betting on it. I'm really sorry, but I've seen it before, 
like I said.  Please believe me when I say I'm not saying this to be mean or 
just because I like you a lot."

"I dunno what to say.  It sure feels good to be with her, it sure feels like 
love.  How sure are you that you're right?"

"Oh Alessia, I really am sorry, but ninety-five percent sure at least.  I 
even know she made love to one of the other girls and I'm pretty sure the 
second one too.  Put yourself in her shoes, you're single and forty, right, 
and a great 'kid' comes along and practically begs for you to go for her.  
What do you do?"

"Oh, why did you tell me, I don't want to know all this?  Damn, I'd probably 
fuck her silly!"

"Alessia, watch you're mouth, and yeah, I think that's what happened to you. 
Sure, she thinks you're great, and so do I, but she has a high libido. She 
checks you out, finds a wonderful girl, so what does she do when she finds 
you're attracted to her?  She gives you what you want, right?"

I managed to laugh with her, but she had hardly cheered me up. Indeed, I 
thought that she was probably right, but by then I felt all sorry for 
myself.

"Yeah, I 'spose!"

"I'm sorry Honey, but I really would do the same too if I were in her 
position, hey, yeah?"

I started to feel that I could trust and talk to Ingrid; she was pretty 
sharp, but I didn't say anything more about Angelina, at least, for now so I 
changed the subject.

"I suppose you've got a favourite club in town?" I inquired.

"Yeah, but there are a couple I like, one will let us in free.  Shall we go 
there?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I know there are a few girls that go there too." Ingrid smiled.

"Meaning?"

"Like us, dykes."

"Oh, okay, cool." I thought for a bit and then I asked her, "My mum doesn't 
know about me yet. I think she would freak.  Angelina knows about you. Did 
she um . . . influence you or anything like that?"

"I've often thought about that and I'm sure she didn't, like, make me 
lesbian, because I was always attracted to girls, never to boys, not 
sexually anyway. But to say she didn't influence me might be too much. It 
must have made it easier for me to come out, as I never had to worry about 
what she'd say. But she didn't accept it right off, you know. Like, I had to 
convince her and she didn't make it as easy as I thought it would be. I 
think she wanted grand-kids but nowadays that's possible."

I waned to ask her if she and Angelina ever made love, but I held back on 
that one.  I was sure they had, and maybe Ingrid had been waiting for her to 
come to her earlier.  'Oh, shit, I'd love to watch them.' My nipples 
stiffened at that thought. Ingrid pulled into a car park not far from the 
shops where I'd been earlier that day.

"Come with me," she said, smiling sweetly at me.  I smiled a really friendly 
smile right back.  I really was warming to this diminutive, sexy woman - 
she, like me was not a 'girl' anymore.

"Okay, I'm coming."

As I got out of the car I put my left leg out onto the pavement just as a 
few couples walked past.  My left leg had, of course, gone straight through 
the slit and a lot of my lacy-toped stockings, including bare leg above the 
lace, was plainly in full view for their eyes.  They were quite openly 
taking in all they could see too.  I made no effort to cover up either, I 
loved their stares.  I even hoped they could see my panties.  The feeling of 
excitement of their staring filled my brain and I felt hot vibrations hit 
'mistress pussy' hard.

Ingrid and I then wandered down into the taverns, club and restaurants area 
more and more people were about, not all young and we both started getting 
stares. Although Ingrid was slim and at about five foot two inches, she was 
a knockout blonde with a great figure and legs. She really was a very sexy 
looking spunk.  As for me next to her, I looked like a bloody lighthouse; I 
stuck up ten centimetres higher and, in the lights of the al fresco eating 
areas that lined the street, my see-through outfit was pulling eyes too.  I 
was getting hot again with this exposure, my nipples had really gone hard 
again and 'mistress pussy' was getting damp.

At something after ten o'clock on Saturday night the place was crowded, 
noisy and sort of exciting for me.  I'd been there before, but his was a bit 
far from my regular Saturday turf.  And even a few days ago I would not have 
worn that outfit anywhere, leave out crowded streets like this one.  To say 
I was aroused again would have been a gross understatement, I was streaming 
yet again.  I was now acutely aware of my left leg being plainly visible and 
perhaps an occasional glimpse of bare leg above my stockings. And with my 
nipples hard and covered, but still the fullness of my figure out there for 
all to see, albeit, through the somewhat sheer cloth of my top.  We reached 
the club and they let Ingrid straight on in; I followed, no trouble.  We hit 
the bar and Ingrid ordered two cocktails I'd not heard of and we mingled, 
sipping.

Naturally the music was loud and they had a laser lighting system that was 
unreal.  We sat and watched for a bit exchanging grins.  I noticed a 
raven-haired, tallish girl dancing with a guy - she was a great dancer and 
beautiful, especially her legs, like a lot of Asian girls are a bit 
bowlegged, but not this girl, she was so well put together!  I just watched 
her lustfully.  I nudged Ingrid - she looked, nodded and laughed.

"It's Ashley", she yelled, "You can really pick them."

'Pick what? Beautiful girls, anyone can do that!  Does she mean one of 'the' 
girls? Surely not, whatever is in this drink, psychic powers?' I thought.

Anyway I'd finished mine, I asked Ingrid, "How do I get another drink?"

"Just sit there and wait."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, some guy will get us one, you'll see."

Sure enough, soon two guys turned up with two drinks for us: one asked 
Ingrid to dance and she hit the floor dancing like she was born doing it. 
God, she really was a vivacious girl, bubbling with personality, and she 
really knew how to show off her luscious, lithe little body.  I sat there 
practically dribbling down on my boobs over her sexy act.  Of course, I knew 
what she looked like naked, but sometimes it's sexier to see a babe dress 
well and putting on a show.  Shit, I couldn't dance like that! I said to 
nobody in particular, but I got asked anyway so I went with this guy. He 
seemed okay. I bopped around to the music, not like Ingrid, but at least 
until the music stopped and I then sat down again.  He looked satisfied, but 
asked me what I did, stuff like that. Ingrid had disappeared so I sat and 
chatted to this guy.  His name was Greg, I think.  We had another drink and 
danced some more.

My bloody boobs got really sore bouncing around and my nipples were stuck in 
rock-solid mode. I caught Greg (?) ogling my boobs, but fuck, I couldn't 
hide them except behind my arms and that didn't work very well.  I tried 
drinking when he looked away, but he always seemed to get his eyes back on 
me, or if not him some other guy, and some of the girls too.  Hey, most of 
them checked me out, like they were comparing themselves with mine.  As I 
got more and more boozed the less I cared.  I just wished Ingrid would come 
back, not that he was boring, he was smart and cool, but I was sure he would 
really hit on me if I didn't soon get 'rescued' by Ingrid.  Just how pissed 
off he might get buying me four drinks, I didn't know, but he wanted more 
than getting me pissed, I knew that.

I reckoned he'd got his money's-worth getting off on my boobs anyway, but I 
don't think guys count that. Hey, but hell, I didn't care about him looking 
anymore - I was starting to float.  Whatever the drinks were they weren't 
water and I was getting hot.  I undid the bottom button of my jacket and 
puffed it out trying to cool off. Then before I could do it up again Ingrid 
turned up with Ashley and pulled me up to dance with them both.  The two of 
them soon realised I'd been drinking too much.   Neither of them could stop 
watching my boobs bouncing along with everybody else close by. Shit, I 
couldn't help it; they all turned me on.  Another girl took her top off and 
was dancing closely, daring me to join her. Dare me?  I can do that the 
booze said, and off that jacket came.  The crowd went nuts.

The other chick had her bra on - so it was my turn, "C'mon get it off, I 
dare ya!" I yelled at her, pointing at her gorgeous breasts, laughing like I 
needed certifying. (I did!).

Well, I'll be dammed if she did too; then we both jitter-bugged and fooled 
around playing up to the mob now surrounding us.  Whoever she was, she was 
pretty well endowed in the boob department and we must have been a sight for 
sore eyes.  The entire crowd was cheering and laughing like crazy.  They 
sure turned me on and the other babe looked as flushed and excited as I 
felt.

Then I'll be buggered if the other girl took her skirt off, flashing her 
bare legs and lacy panties.  I couldn't quite beat her, but, I whipped mine 
off flashing my bikini briefs and stay-ups (they really do stay up - well 
they did then).  I reckoned that my lace top stay-ups were really sexy 
looking and I think the mob agreed.  And, well, the mob hand clapped to the 
music, cheered and laughed so much we couldn't stop.  We were putting on a 
free floorshow for the management, they didn't care.  I half hoped she would 
go further, but she didn't. I wasn't game either - then anyway - though I 
think if she had gone further that I would have too.  I was so horny, I had 
to get used to it; Although I would never have put myself in this situation 
a few days ago, fantasised about it, oh yes but actually have done this, 
never. I now get horny getting naked in front of strangers.  The more often 
I do it, the hornier I get and the more naked I want to get.

We both finally collapsed onto our chairs and hugged each other, sweaty 
boobs pressed together.  Puffing and giggling Ingrid passed my jacket over, 
and somehow I got it on, but of course it was see-through. Oh, shit, she 
felt so good, but it hurt.  Oh, my god, my poor boobs, were they sore, and 
my nipples were now glowing red with blood pounding in them.  My head was 
spinning with booze, but I was also feeling lecherous and would have hit on 
anything in a skirt had Ingrid not been there.  Talking about skirts, I 
supposed I'd better put mine back on, although nobody seemed to mind me not 
wearing one.  Ingrid tried to pull me up, but I was a bit too much for her, 
but with Ashley's help they got my skirt on and me out of troubles way, 
should it have come.  Perhaps I exaggerate a bit.

We got good strong black coffee at a local coffee shop at about one o'clock 
in the morning.  They giggled with me about my floorshow till about one 
thirty.  People came up to me laughing, saying stuff like, 'great show babe, 
love ya tits, fabulous bod' Honey'.  Ingrid and Ashley eventually got sick 
of it while I just got hornier so they decided to drag me home, home being 
Angelina's apartment.

To be continued...


Comments please to Alessia@37.com) I thrive on them!
Alessia Gerini Copyright 2001



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