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Subject: {ASSM} Antigua (f exh) by Rick Waites 
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Antigua (f exh) by Rick Waites (rickw10@lycos.com)

It was a glorious moonlit night in Antigua. 

George and Susan were just returning from the closing ceremonies
of the convention of travel correspondents.  This was their first
vacation without the kids and they had enjoyed every minute of
it.  

Coming back from the conference center, they had declined the
hotel's kind offer of a golf cart to take them back to their
condo unit. The evening was so beautiful.  The stars lit up the
sky. There was a full moon, and a soft offshore breeze blew a
hint of salt. They walked along the pathways that crossed the
large golf course that formed the center of the complex.  

George had had a couple of drinks, and was feeling somewhat
frisky. He was somewhat surprised to see that his wife Susan was
responding quite favorably.  Susan was looking especially
gorgeous that night.  She stood about 5' 6" and was what you
would call voluptuous.  This evening her shape was particularly
visible in the scoop necked top and the long flowing slit skirt
that she had chosen.  This it in the first time she won this
particular outfit and look marvelous in it. Black sequins traced
a pattern that highlighted every one of her curves.  Susan's
smooth white skin stood out in sharp contrast to her jet black
hair, nylons and black stiletto heels.

As they walked, George rubbed her ass appreciatively and played
with one of the straps of her garter through the thin material of
her skirt.  He never tired of this, and was particularly pleased
this evening that she seemed to be in a playful mood and rubbed
up against him encouragingly.  He'd been surprised when, several
times this evening her hand had brushed against his prick.  Every
time that she did this he knew that she was rewarded by its
familiar hardness. 

As he rubbed her ass again, a small shiver ran up her spine which
George felt.  

"Are you cold?" he asked. "No, quite the opposite!" was the
reply.

George stopped and suddenly pulled her toward him, and pressed
his lips to hers.  Susan found this act quite unusual but welcome
nonetheless.  She felt the unmistakable bulge of his manhood
against her stomach and uncharacteristically she pushed against
it, raising and lowering herself a little.

Just then out of nowhere, the president of the travel
association, Bill Wilkerson and his deputy, John Lamont came
around a small building. Embarrassed, George and Susan loosened
their grip.

"Hi there, lovebirds" said Bill.

"Susan," John said, "I have to tell you that you looked terrific
tonight!"

"Yes," said Bill, "very lovely indeed."

"It was great to have you both here and we look forward to seeing
you both again next year," said Bill. 

This was remarkable because Susan was one of the only spouses
invited to come along that year. Most of the attendees were men,
and, even though they were being put up in luxurious
accommodations, they had to share units.  It was a working
conference after all.

"George could I talk to you for couple minutes? I know you're
heading back tomorrow morning but I have some ideas about the
seminar you could give next year."

"Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'll leave you to talk," Susan
said. "George don't take too long can remember we have to get up
early to pack tomorrow morning.
With that she walked off on the narrow branch path to their condo
units leaving the guys to talk. 
 
The condos were more like town houses actually, lining the edge
of a luxurious golf course.  Each condo had a private fenced-in
patio and a small swimming pool. The patios were separated from
each other by a few feet of grass.

Susan, more than George, had taken advantage of the pool reading
her magazines and trashy novels, enjoying the sea breeze and
generally relaxing.  For most of the time, she was quite alone
with only the occasional gardener or golf player waving from the
hilly edge of a green nearby. Some of the people in the adjoining
units would come by during break times and at lunch or right
after the conference finished for the day. They'd generally have
drinks and talk in their patio areas.  They were a very friendly
bunch, and often started some small talk with Susan.  

Occasionally some of the talk had gotten a little salty, but
Susan played along.  She felt quite safe and happy in her patio
by the pool that week in her modest one-piece bathing suits. She
hadn't quite accepted the way she had changed from her girlish
shape to that of womanhood, and always wore a cover-up and big
straw hat as soon as she got out of the water.

Every half hour, she'd put her book down, and walk around the
pool, then go back inside for ice water from the wet bar off the
living room area.  During the day she would leave the big heavy
drapes open. Sheer white curtains on a separate track did most of
the work of keeping the sun out. She kept them pretty well always
closed. She enjoyed watching them billow in the breeze through
the open patio door.  And to be honest, she also enjoyed the way
they slipped along her body as she walked through them. It was
funny, she felt as though she was going on stage.

This evening as she approached the units she saw a group of about
five men in the corner of the patio next to her unit. They were
having drinks talking and laughing.  With the hills bordering the
green, and the winding path, she sometimes saw them and sometimes
didn't as she walked. Her stilettos were surprisingly quiet as
she walked along the path.  Suddenly she stopped.  She realized
that the group was talking about her!  "Wow, she looks great" one
fellow said, "a real woman!"  "Too bad she doesn't show more,
she's got a great body, but always wears that damn cover up!"
exclaimed another.

Susan stood still in the dark, straining to hear more of what
they were saying.  But soon the talk turned to other matters and
she continued along the path. As she approached one of the end
units she saw somebody enter it.  She watched as light from the
entranceway streamed into the dark unit as the door opened. Then
the occupant, turned the main light on. Susan saw that this condo
unit was identical to their's. Patio doors led into a large
living room, with three stuffed armchairs on three sides of a
coffee table nearest the window. Further away was a large dining
room table, behind it the wet bar and fridge.  Off to one side
stairs led to the second floor where the bedrooms were.  Susan
was mildly surprised at how easily she could see into the living
room through the sheer curtains because the heavy drapes were
open.

Something went through her mind, and her heart began to race. She
picked up the pace and walked quickly around the front of the
units and entered unit two.  
She opened the front door and turned on the lights.  As she
closed the door, she saw that the sheer curtains were closed but
the heavy drapes were open.  She had a wild though, and was quite
conscious now that her heart was pumping in her ears.  A strange
sensation flooded over her as she walked over to the living room
table, and laid her purse and key down.

She walked over to the patio door. She stopped in front of the
curtains. She could hear the conversation next door quite
clearly. She realized that it stopped as she got to the window. 
She felt that from where they were sitting all five of her next
door neighbors could probably see her right now.

She on the other hand, could not see them because of the light on
the sheer curtains. Running her hand along the curtains, she
watched as they rippled.

She heard the conversation resume next door, but felt the tone of
it changed.  Even though she couldn't make out the words exactly,
she knew there were some comments from the guys next door.

After a few seconds, Susan walked to the wet bar and poured
herself a glass of water. She put a few ice cubes, took a sip.
She stopped, put the glass down on the counter, and reached for a
wine glass.  She poured herself some white wine, and walked back
toward the window. She chose the chair facing left, the direction
of the group outside, and sat on the arm of the chair.  The
conversation next door had resumed when she had walked to the bar
once again stopped as she sat down.  Slowly and deliberately she
raised her right thigh and put her high-heeled foot on the coffee
table.  This caused the slit in her skirt to open revealing her
shapely leg, right up to the stocking top.

She heard one of the guys next door say something like "Hot
Damn!"  She felt her hand trembling a little bit as she brought
the wine glass to her mouth. With supreme effort, she lifted her
eyes and looked in the direction of where the guys were sitting.
She still couldn't see them, and in a funny way that made her
feel bolder.  She shifted a little bit on the chair.  She dropped
her right foot back onto the floor. This time she raised her left
foot onto the coffee table. Feeling incredibly naughty, Susan
slowly moved her right foot slowly,  two feet to the right. The
slit in her skirt opened wider revealing both of her knees and
the insides of both of her thighs to the group of men.  Warmth
swelled to from the area between her legs.  A strange feeling
seized her.  This was the third time today that she had felt this
excited, a feeling that she hadn't had for at least 20 years.

She thought back to the time when she was working in a bank and
how she tempted her boss with innocent flirtation. She began by
showing off her cleavage, then stocking tops.  She recalled how
her boss picked up on these almost immediately and because he had
a private office, with a lock on the door, they were actually
able to do something about it!  She recalled how she had teased
him. One of her favorite ways was to unzip the back of her skirt
in his office as she leaned over a credenza and enjoyed the warm
feeling as he gazed at her panty-clad ass, garters andstockings.

This was the last night of their vacation. She felt that it was
time to try something she had wanted to for a long time.  She
leaned toward the coffee table and put down her wine glass.  Then
she stretched her arms upward causing her breasts to rise in the
top, and her skirt to ride up a little bit more. She shifted
forward on the armchair, and watched with pleasurable detachment
as her skirt rode up beyond her stocking-tops. The straps of her
garter were revealed, along with a few inches of her white skin.

After a few seconds, she stood up and the skirt fell back to its
normal position.  Facing the coffee table, back to the window,
she slowly and deliberately reached back and with her trembling
fingers reached back to the zipper on her skirt. Slowly she began
to slide the zipper down. 

She felt a chill in her back as she grasped the open ends of her
skirt and slowly, ever so slowly,  began to push them down her
thighs. Once again there was silence from next door. Her skirt
moved slowly down then past her knees. There was silence, then a
whispered exclamation from next door.  She was on display!

Slowly Susan stepped out of her skirt, being careful not to catch
the straps of her stilettos on the material. Holding her skirt in
her left hand, she wondered what she looked like now to her
audience. She noticed a mirror on one wall of the living room.
She walked slowly up to it, then turned, facing the window. She
admired her reflection. She saw how her top came down to just
about where the garter belt encircled her waist.  Her panties
were black and high-cut. Although they were not thongs by any
means, they showed a good part of her legs and ass. 

Slowly and deliberately, she laid her skirt on the table near the
bar.  She felt an unseen force pulling her back towards the
window. Susan had always been secretly proud of her legs, and
felt wicked, yet excited as she walked to the window. She stood
with her back to it and rocked side-to-side slowly putting on a
show. With each motion, she was conscious that she was moving her
feet a little further apart. When she felt that she was in the
proper position, she reached for her wine, bending deeply at the
waist, keeping her knees straight. In slow motion, she picked up
the glass and with a coy glance back in the direction of her
mesmerized audience, took a sip. Returning the glass to the
table, Susan sat back down on the arm of the chair, once again
putting a high-heeled foot on the table for maximum effect.

Remembering some of the poses of pinup queens, she moved one hand
back on the arm of the chair, and arched her back. Her large
breasts were now highlighted. She held that pose for a few
seconds, then slowly got up. Facing her audience, this time, she
slowly reached behind her neck for the buttons on her top.

George finally said goodbye to Bill and John. As they walked
away, he lit up a cigarette and looked out onto the ocean and the
gentle waves lapping at the shore. This had been a great
vacation.  He was glad that we could get away from the office for
a while.  And he was glad that Susan seemed to be relaxing.  

He finished his cigarette, and walked back along the grass toward
the condos. Separating him from the condos were couple of small
sheds to do with the golf course.

As he got closer, he could clearly see their condo. He saw that
the light in their living room was on and also saw the five guys
in the patio next door.  As he approached, he noticed that they
were all standing now, and looking towards his living room
window.  As he came up to the last of the small buildings he
could quite clearly see what was going on.  There, right in the
middle of his living room Susan was undoing the last of the
buttons on her top.  

In a picture frozen in his memory for a lifetime, was Susan
lifting her black sequined top, arms above her head slowly
exposing her small French half-bra and most of her gorgeous
breasts!  He looked at the shapely black line of her garter belt,
and below the tantalizing black "V" of her panties.  Her black
stockings and stilettos completed the picture, making another
"V", this one inverted.  This was a scene right out of a sailor's
dream. Hell, right out of HIS dream! 

He was startled to find his hand was holding his cock through his
pants. Here he was, standing in the shadows, watching his wife
put on a show for five guys.  She HAD to know what was going on!
This wasn't an accident!

Susan hesitated. Her face covered by the top, she was conscious
of the smell of her own perfume, the feeling of the material on
her face, but also the hot stares of the group next door burning
into her body.

With one last pull, the top came off.  She held at in her left
hand, straightened out her arm and dropped it onto the coffee
table. She ran her fingers up her sides, right up to her hair.
Languidly, she turned away from them again, and picked up her
wine glass once more.  She turned back to the window took a step
towards it, and raised her glass in a toast to where she knew the
men were.

George watched in awe!  It had been a lifelong dream of his to be
in a situation like this. Now it was finally happening - his wife
showing herself to a group of men. He watched as his wife
returned the glass to the coffee table, and, with her back to the
group moved her hands slowly to the clasp of her bra.  

George couldn't believe that this was really his wife, but her
shape was unmistakable.  He watched his Susan slowly, ever so
slowly undo the clasp and bring the ends of he bra down her
sides.  Although he had seen this picture a thousand times
before, this was like looking at it for the first time.  He
watched as the bra hesitated for a few seconds. He knew exactly
the pause before it came loose from her large breasts.  The bra
fell slowly to the coffee table.  Still with her back to the
group Susan moved her hands to her chest.  

George now realized that he was pumping his cock through his
pants.  He really couldn't believe his eyes.  One part of him was
convinced that the show was over and she would just walk away.
Another part of him was willing her to turn around.  As if
receiving his message, Susan did just that.  

With a hand covering each of her breasts she stood, legs
together, majestic like a queen.  Slowly her hands moved. Even
from a distance, George could see her magnificent breasts moving
with them.

Then in slow motion, her hands moved down just an inch and
simultaneously revealed her dark nipples to everyone. Slowly and
deliberately she began pressing her breasts together, then moving
them apart, and eventually sliding her hands underneath them and
presenting them to the onlookers.

Unbelievable! George knew that she had to be aware of her
audience!  He saw that the material of the curtains hid nothing.
she had to know that her audience was there and could see every
detail! 
 
She was putting on a show and she knew it!  Slowly, Susan turned
sideways to the group and picked up her wine glass again.  Her
audience watched in silence as her large breasts moved this way
and that as she stood up.

She slowly began to walk around the three chairs. Six pairs of
eyes watched as her breasts jiggled. Seven pairs actually, Susan
was looking at herself in the mirror, and for the first time in
years, realized how desirable she actually was!  A hot sensation
moved from her pussy through her body.  

She walked towards the window and once again felt a trembling
sensation. She closed her eyes. Her fingertips reached for the
curtains. Slowly she moved her fingers along the curtain opening
upwards until they were about eye level. A hot sensation filled
her as she slowly opened the curtains until her arms were
straight out to her sides.  

With their eyes still closed she took a final half step towards
the window and felt the shock of the cold glass on her nipples.
Then came the swell of applause! 

Susan's eyes shot open as she saw for the first time five guys
standing right at the edge of their patio as close as they could
be. Five men looking directly at her. Cheering!

A look of shock crossed her face and her hands covered her
breasts. In what looked like total panic, she grabbed at the
curtains with first, one hand, then the other, revealing her
charms again for a few seconds. She tore at the curtains, closing
them.  She shuddered, and then began composing herself, turning
away from the window. For a few seconds she stood there
trembling, then remembering, her situation, turned slowly and
deliberately and pulled the heavy drapes shut.

Her heart was still racing as she became conscious of the
applause and hooting coming from the men!

George's heart was also racing as he saw the show end.
Magnificent! This was a fabulous performance, something he had
fantasized about for years. His gorgeous wife, who had become
increasingly shy about her fabulous body was finally showing off
for all these guys, and he had been there to see it!

After a minute, the guys returned to their drinks, but the
guffaws and comments rang loudly in his ears for the next few
minutes. He smoked a cigarette in the dark. When he had composed
himself, he walked along the path at the other end of the condos.
When he reached their door, he knocked on the door softly. 

"Who is it?," Susan asked in a small voice.

"It's me. Open up."

Susan opened the door quickly. She was in a white terrycloth
bathrobe, holding it shut with one hand.

George saw right away that she was flushed. "Honey, don't say
anything," he said, "I saw the whole thing!"

"Oh my God!" said Susan, pulling George in, and closing the door,
"I've never been so ashamed!"

"No! You were fantastic!" George exclaimed, "You were terrific,
you heard the applause!"

"You're not mad?"

"No, I'm telling you, it was great. What happened tonight?"

"I don't know, it started this morning!" 

"What?"

"This evening, while I was getting ready to join you at dinner,
you were at the conference, I was upstairs getting dressed."

"Yes, what happened?"

"Well, I had just finished doing my hair, and was getting
dressed. I was in my garter belt, stockings, and panties, when I
looked out of the bedroom window, and noticed a caddy standing on
a hill just outside the window, looking in. I was both shocked
and excited. I know he saw my breasts. But the funny thing is, I
wasn't mad, not even embarrassed really. I just can't explain it,
but I felt funny. After I put my bra on, I realize that I didn't
want to close the curtain, and although I didn't see anybody out
there, I had the sensation that I was being watched, and it
excited me. 

Then later at dinner, I found a young guy looking at me. I
realized that I was showing a bit more leg than I had intended
to.  I'm pretty sure he knew I was wearing stockings, it's the
damn slit in my skirt! His date was really attractive, and I
thought if he's spending time looking at me with a gorgeous woman
by his side, then something is really going on. I hope you're not
mad at me!"

George leaned forward and kissed Susan. His hands went to the
belt of her bathrobe, and pulled it open. He ran his hands down
her back and onto her ass. 

"No I'm not mad, here see how I feel!"

She placed her hand on the front of his pants, then, with
increasing urgency, pulled  open his belt and began unzipping
him. George threw off his jacket, and undid his shirt as his
pants and underwear hit the floor. 

Stepping out of his shoes, and taking off his socks, he said,
"we're not finished for the night!"

"I know," Susan said, placing a foot on the stairs to the
bedroom.

"Not exactly." Pulling her toward, him George wrapped his arms
around her and faced her forward, away from him, and moved her
slowly and deliberately toward the front door. He reached forward
to the dimmer and brought the lights down to half brightness.

Wordlessly, he turned them both toward the window. Her heart
racing, Susan walked slowly toward the window. As they
approached, they could hear the conversation from next door.

George reached up and opened the heavy drapes. Then, slowly and
deliberately, with Susan facing the window in front of him, he
gently pulled the bathrobe down off her shoulders onto the floor.


He reached for the sides of her panties.

"Wait," Susan said. She turned her head and kissed him. His hands
teased the waistband of her panties.

Susan turned back to the window, and suddenly pulled the sheer
curtains open. 

"The real show is about to begin," she said quietly.



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