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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfilment
Part: Chapter 11 of 15
Summary: Alessia and Ingrid have some exhibitionist fun in a
laundry-mat and a posh dress-shop.
Keywords: FF, exhib
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (C) 2001
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
Comments: Alessia@37NOBULL.com (Delete NOBULL)
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No kids! Prudes or religious clerical types should not read this
but I ain't your conscious or your ethical guardian: you are! If
you want to read this story do so but be warned it's sexy - i.e.,
explicit sex. No furry animals were harmed during the writing of
this story.
As an Australian I use Aussie English so if you don't understand
any little bits, strange words, whatever, ask me and I'll tell
you, okay.
~~'~~,~~<@
Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 11
INITIATION Sub Title: The day before
{FF, exhib}
POV: Alessia, 1st person, past tense.
I had a quiet week at my studies and was able to study
comfortably. The dreadful stinging on my boobs undersides and
spanked rear end stopped while I worked. Somehow, Angelina's
'spell' for want of a better description allowed me to study but
not watch TV or relax in any way. As soon as I tried to relax
the hot stinging pain came on with a vengeance again and again.
It only eased off after I got into bed each night. However, I
awoke on the Thursday and as had become usual my butt and the
undersides of my boobs started stinging immediately. I cringed
at the thought of another day of pain.
I showered and while dressing noticed a slight reduction in the
pain. It wasn't relief but I live in hope. Sure enough during
my quick breakfast and dash to my transport, the pain reduced
further. By the time I had reached the university, the pain had
reduced to a minor sort of hot sting that I found aroused me a
little judging by the feel and erectness of my nipples. After
university, the pain did not return. Was it all finished? I had
no idea but certainly hoped so. But I was still horny.
I decided to drop in at club headquarters to find Angelina. I
wanted to know if her punishment had really finished and what the
plans were for my club official initiation that coming weekend.
I had started getting excited about it. I was also getting a bit
panicky too. 'Initiations' into secret club's can be worse than
your run-of-the-mill initiations. Anyway, my staying out Friday
and Saturday nights last weekend without a warning had not
exactly thrilled my folks with whom I then still lived. This
weekend I wanted to give them reasonable notice: It's a pain but
it does save hassles at home.
As had become usual on going to the 'club' I got off the train
going straight to the toilet block and removed my bra and
panties. This 'club' rule I like, I always get turned on in
public without undergarments. My nipples always respond to the
stimuli of my areolas and nipples swishing over my top's
material. Then I imagine that everybody is looking at my proud
nipples and I, being an exhibitionist in the making, liked people
to look. Many people do too and I was feeling 'hot' before this.
Now I was really burning. Anyway, I arrive at the 'club' ripe
for action. I waltzed in and found Angelina, Ingrid, Ava, and
one other woman were there.
I was happy to see them, especially now the pain had stopped.
They greeted me with knowing smiles and a, "Hello, how are you?"
"Hi, so what's the story?" said I sitting so my thigh touched
Ingrid but looking at Angelina while I gave Ingrid's thigh a
squeeze. My god she is great to feel again, I thought. She was
maybe only five foot two tops and slight but beautifully muscled
and proportioned while remaining so feminine. Along with her
intelligence and effervescent personality, she is one very
desirable honey blonde bombshell. Angelina still looked
wonderful to me and Ava was looking fine too. The fourth woman
looked attractive and vaguely familiar but I couldn't place her.
I sat leaning forward onto the table as I had found was perhaps
not expected but certainly exciting. One never knew if or
whether a hand would sneak up inside ones top for a little fun.
"Good, now." I said.
Angelina spoke to me saying,
"Did you have a good week off?"
I lowered my voice and replied,
"Well yes and no. My boobs are only a teeny bit tender now and
my butt was giving me hell until after I got up and away today
but the sting eased right off during the early morning. Is all
that finished Angelina?" I asked.
"Yes, the pain is but you still have a hypnotic suggestion in
your head but I think it's redundant."
"Er, . . Oh okay, otherwise I am up to date with my studies but
my initiation plans I don't know about. I'm thrilled at being
accepted but scared about what you devilish mob have dreamed up
for me."
"Who said you'd been accepted?"
My chin hit the table. I could feel myself trembling in shock.
Being an optimist, I'd maybe assumed too much again. I forced a
brave face but I knew my eyes were teary. I hoped my specs'
would cover them.
"Angelina, please tell me I'm in."
"Of course you are. After last weekend how could we knock you
back?"
"Gees, you are a terrible teases, damn you. You scared me
shitless then."
Ingrid piped up,
"Well there goes my enema idea."
They all nearly pissed themselves laughing while I nearly flooded
the shop at the thought. I'm not into water sports or arse stuff
at all but it's hardly unknown. I'd learnt that some little time
back but I object to it on medical grounds. Like a torn bowel
can be very serious and cross infections from bowel to bladder
can also serious but I digress.
"By the way Alessia, do you know our old friend here?" said
Angelina gesticulating at the woman I didn't know or perhaps
recall.
"I seem to vaguely recognise her but can't place you." I said
turning from Angelina to face Audrey's smile.
Angelina said,
"Meet Audrey, she is one of the originals. She started quite
young."
"Hello Audrey, how are you?" I gave her a friendly and
respectful smile.
"Very well thank you," she said. Even her voice seemedfamiliar.
"Audrey, Alessia is why we are here organising her initiation for
this weekend."
"Aah, so it's her, okay." grinning as she spoke.
Angelina had a sly grin on her face and the others were grinning
too. I'd obviously interrupted their planning session. So, I
hung around stroking Ingrid's thigh while I stifled the
conversation to trivia. Ingrid leaned over, perhaps on an
impulse or maybe a pre-planned tactic, and kissed my cheek
opening her mouth, breathing over me and tongued my ear. Shit,
she could make me hot so easily. I turned to her and she kissed
me right on my mouth long and hot riming my open mouth with her
tongue so softly.
I let her kiss me. I actually loved it, desired it, and desired
her. I had no problem opening my mouth for her tongue. Her
tongue led mine a merry dance all around our mouths. After a
minute or so, she'd got up onto the seat on her knees and bore
down on me still skilfully kissing me. I gripped her slim hips
as the passion and lust arose in me. She undid the top buttons
of my sleeveless top and ran her hands over my shoulders pushing
the top over onto my arms. She took my breasts into her hands
pulling my now scorching hot proud nipples to even more
exquisitely pleasurable sensations.
God, everyone in the coffee shop will see my boobs, us see
snogging. My thoughts spun out. The thrill of being seen was
bettered by Ingrid's touches on my erogenous zones that she'd
discovered on Saturday night. She was magnificently sexy and I
needed and loved her for it. Indeed, I returned her passion with
my own touching. I also was aware of many of Ingrid's pleasure
zones from those fabulous sessions with Ashley.
She became quite rough with my areolas and nipples getting me
very wet all within a couple of minutes I always seem very horny
after my lay off time of my periods. Yes, I know one doesn't
have to quit during those days but I do; always have. My
inhibitions weakened I pulled my skirt to my waist and picked her
up slipping her between my tummy and the table on my lap making
sure that her skirt was also pulled up. Our naked tummies and
mounds met with heat and electricity flowing wildly through us.
By club rules neither of us had panties on. The thrill of such
openly exposure of my breasts and Ingrid's insistent unrestrained
sexual presence all over my exposed body was surreal.
It was hard for me to comprehend that it was real but I knew it
was not a dream although I could think of her as dreamy, no
problem. Seconds later I had forgotten that as I felt fingers
enter me to the fullest possible stretching my silky muscular
walls. This sent me into a fit of craving for her. Ingrid
ground her mound into me and I pressed back. I couldn't see who
it was through Ingrid but I didn't care just then. I couldn't
help it; I thrust at the fingers squeezing the slight Ingrid
against the table. The fingers pinched hard on my engorged
clitoris and shook it grinding knuckles into my sensitive labia
sending even more outrageous lightening flashes through me. My
mind reeled as I soaked up the luscious sensations. I rushed
towards an orgasm and I felt Ingrid tensing too. She was
tripping with me.
My pussy was about to explode. I bit into Ingrid's shoulder in
an attempt to stop from shouting my rapture to all the coffee
shop patrons. My orgasm came over me quickly and intensely. I
was barely aware that Ingrid was holding me tightly as I rode
with the tide of extreme bliss. As I regained my grip on the
world, I felt Ingrid's fingers squeezing hard into my back. Her
mouth and rasping hot breath on my neck and over my breasts was
divine as she also came. We both trembled as our orgasms eased.
My groin and thighs were covered with our feminine honey and
Ingrid whispered,
"Welcome back," our lips meeting erotically in our whispering.
"Shit Ingrid honey that was wild, I was only gone for four days.
Next time I'll make it a week."
I sat there knowing I'd have a huge wet patch on my skirt,
feeling high and flushed floating in a haze of lust. I came to
my senses just enough to look around the shop. Only the three
women sitting on the other side of the table were to be seen
looking and they chatted as if nothing untoward had happened.
However, by the way their eyes shone, they were clearly aroused
by our show. Ingrid then sat beside me her skirt still pulled up
so that I could see her wet thighs and looking at me with her
face in a lustful grin. Her gorgeous breasts still heaving from
our exertion, her nipples clearly excited and visible through her
white silk shirt, she looked beautiful. She startled me by
saying,
"So are you going to let us plan your initiation or are you going
to hang around here for ages?"
Absolutely besotted and bewildered I muttered,
"I ... but Ingrid ... I'm still horny. Oh fuck, I'm even
hornier. Oh, shit, please."
"Please what Babe?"
"I'm on fire and need you, come with me, you can't do that to me
then just kick me out. Ingrid, oh please."
I got to my feet and felt sticky warmth running down my thighs.
My skirt was soaked at the back, I smelt and tasted it, it was
our come no doubt about that. Angelina then said to Ingrid,
"Go with her but take her to Liz's boutique and book up a dress
for her on my account, okay, you know what we talked about? She
has several that met my specifications and I have them held for
Alessia but we really should see how well they fit Alessia,
right! Then you pick one but bring it home with you, okay?"
My ears pricked up, 'Liz davenport' is a top local designer, very
exclusive, very expensive and I was getting something from her
boutique, WOW! Hell, I couldn't go in this wet come soaked skirt
smelling like this.
"Is that alright with you Alessia, Sweetie?" asked Angelina
staring at my sill proudly erect nipples. That made feel really
good, she still found me attractive. Angelina's smiling green
eyes met mine and she looked so sexy too. She had a cleavage
that highlighted her braless breasts tantalisingly and she also
had hardened nipples. My god, she had nipple clamps on almost
identical to mine. She had deliberately leaned so that I could
see them on her exquisitely long nipples and her areolas were a
little puffy. I looked again from her breasts into her eyes as
she looked into mine. She gave me one of her special smiles that
weakened my knees and raised my temperature. Somewhat strangely,
I felt a stronger bonding between us but even more strange to
Ingrid also. It puzzled me but I felt as if I was falling for
them both. Silly girl, I clearly loved both of them.
"Oh yes, it sure is thanks Angelina but what's wrong with the
clothes we've already got?"
"Nothing, but we've changed my earlier plans a bit and anyway we
may still use them."
"Um, okay, but I've er ... got a bit of a problem right now," I
lowered my voice a lot, "My skirt is covered in our come. It's a
wonder you can't smell me."
"I can smell both of your fragrances, I'm wet from it, and from
watching you two horny pups go wild in front of us like that.
What more do you want from me?"
"I didn't mean anything mean or greedy by that. No, nothing more
but I really can't go now, not like this. I'm all wet, my skirt
is saturated: look." I turned showing them.
"Well I hate to tell you this as it's quite a wonderful sight but
do up your top, girl or we'll all want a piece of you and then
you'll never get there." Angelina and the others were all
laughing now. I was undone from my waist, much of my chest
distinctly discernible. I was a bit embarrassed and but could
see it was funny and laughed with them. However, the more I
thought about flashing my boobs at them the more ecstatic I
became. That, however, didn't solve my problem. Damn it, I was
still as horny as hell too and the way Ingrid was holding my hand
so was she. What to do? I didn't do up my buttons letting them
look at me. I got quite a buzz from these women's stares. I
knew, pretty much what they would do to me and I liked them to
think about me. I wracked my brains but nothing useful came to
mind. If I could get to a washing machine and dryer, I could fix
it in fairly short order.
"Okay, is there a laundry-mat anywhere near here?" I said.
"Yes," Audrey said, "but its over near the subway on Gugeri
Street, it's a ten minute walk though all those shoppers but you
can go through the car park and dodge a lot of them."
"Gees, do I have a choice?"
Nobody said anything so I said to Ingrid,
"Okay, are you coming with me?"
"I just did." she nearly doubled up laughing.
"Yeah, I did notice," I giggled trying to be sexy, I continued,
"Well, "Funny" girl, well are you coming to the Landry-mat with
me, please?"
"Yeah okay, lets go."
Then I did up my top's buttons. We both looked flushed and still
hot for each other. We left and walked swiftly down a little
back street full of boutiques and headed across the car park. My
boobs bouncing caught Ingrid's eyes and she couldn't stop looking
or laughing. I've news for her, as petite as she is her 34 Bs
got up a sexy sway too. We arrived still smouldering for each
other. There were no men there and only one woman with a little
boy.
I stripped off the skirt wiped myself with it then shoved it into
the machine with some liquid soap for a good wash cycle. Ingrid
shielded my naked legs, bum and pussy but I teased her by moving
around. I started unbuttoning my top to show off at the young
mum but Ingrid maybe thought I did it for her. The young mum
seemed preoccupied with her washing and her boy. That was okay I
guess, but I really wanted her to notice me. I was starting to
really enjoy the shocked, amused or lustful look on faces in my
short exhibitionist career.
So I played a game and when Ingrid moved forward I moved back
exposing my bottom half. The little boy saw my nakedness but not
his mum. He couldn't have cared less and started playing
peek-a-boo with me. Ingrid pushed me around to the back end of
the joint to keep me from flashing to the little tyke. She
grabbed a handful of my trimmed pubs. I yelped loudly and mum
looked up at us. Ingrid held me down, by my pubs, for god's
sake. The young mum packed her stuff and left before I could get
up to too much mischief.
Ingrid threw my skirt into the dryer while I rubbed my mound.
Gees, that hurt and I got damp again. The rubbing did much more
than ease the pain. Then little bully Ingrid insisted that I put
my panties on but not before we kissed long and strongly again.
The thrill I got was intense. Kissing Ingrid was fabulous
especially feeling her hot little body pressed against me. Her
soft breasts pillowing against mine as we squirmed kissing is an
exquisitely erotic feeling. She has a way of using her lips and
tongue that's wonderfully sexy. And if she gets under my chin
into the nape of my neck, she can make me feel lusciously alive
all over.
She went for my boobs under my half undone top instead. I
quickly undid the top two buttons and let the top fall over my 36
Ds. She suckled me with that soft tongue doing me big favours
while I squeezed her pert little round butt cheek with one hand
and held her head with the other. I had missed the feel of
another quite badly since the previous weekend. I felt a need to
make up for hose 'lost' days. So there, at the back of the
laundry-mat Ingrid worked wonders on me. I cuddled her as she
sent me into a state of sublime blissfulness. The dryer finished
its cycle and we were out of small change but I really wanted to
continue with Ingrid but we had to go to Liz Davenport's. We
couldn't miss that so Ingrid and I very reluctantly broke off.
When she reached for my hopefully dry skirt, I grabbed her boobs
squeezing her nipples. They sprang to life in my fingers. I
rolled them right through her cotton top and kissed her neck.
She didn't know whether to laugh or squeal in pain. She did both
we and snogged for a minute or three. Ingrid grabbed my bare
butt cheeks squeezing them and pulling me hard onto her. I knew
that I was naked at the back of the laundry-mat. The thrill of
being seen was becoming outrageously erotic to me. I got very
damp yet again thinking about being disturbed, about coming in
public view, my areolas and nipples throbbed the more I thought.
Being with Ingrid was fabulous but unhelpful in cooling off not
that I really wanted to.
I got my dry but slightly rumpled skirt on and we headed off to
Liz Davenport's shop. We had nearly past it on the way from the
'club' so it wasn't far and we were soon there. We introduced
ourselves and were shown through to a change room. The woman
serving us brought in a deep blue dress. It was short, had the
lowest cut cleavage I'd ever seen. It came down to below my
belly button and was held together from just by my boobs by the
sheerest skin coloured chiffon and it also had a low back with a
zipper down to my butt cheeks. Slits on each side seam to high
thigh and it was lined with soft satin in the kind of built in
bra, well it had half cups but they were only there to give the
cloth body and a smooth look.
I fell in love with it immediately. I slipped into it and Ingrid
drooled down her bib watching me strip as much as seeing me in
the dress. My heeled sandals didn't do much for it but it just
barely covered my areolas and my navel piercing looked fine
through the sheer front. It was very sexy. It made me feel as
if I was a goddess of sexual arousal. And that is a real buzz
for me - to turn on sexually other people especially other women
is just an awesome feeling. A feeling of power.
I took a walk about and a look in the mirror slowly turning
around. My hand on my hip I did the sexy model walk thing
pouting around he boutique floor. Ingrid said it was absolutely
superlative on me; my reflection certainly supported that
statement. I had never worn a dress so blatantly sexy or so
expensive.
However, another dress was brought in for me to try on. It too
was a knockout in braided black and of quite sheer material. It
also had a very deep cleavage that would lace up only to the
underside of my breasts from just below my waist. It was the
sort of dress that is too easy to fall out of if you know what I
mean. It had a low cut back but not quite as low as the first
and its zipper would just pass my hips. It was the same length
and had the slits up the side seams as far as the first dress.
This dress being see through would be as exciting to wear and
very sexy, just as sexy as the first.
I asked Ingrid,
"Please lace it up for me?"
I knew she would do it slowly, touching me in all the right
places so I was ready for her but first she reached inside the
dress and pushed my panties down. The feeling of her hands on my
tummy sliding down over my hips was fabulous as she eased them
out of view. She managed to brush her hand over my nipples
several times doing the laces up. I quivered in delight each
time. She knew why I had asked her, she knew what teased me the
most and I loved her for understanding my desires. She could
make me feel so alive so easily. She steered me out of the
dressing room before I could kiss her or feel her but I knew she
was feeling hot too.
Again, I turned in front of the mirror in the main part of the
shop. I might never get to wear a dress like this again so I
wasn't going to hide myself in the dressing room. Ingrid thought
this fitted better than the first. I thought they both fitted
beautifully. Again, I posed all over the shop and of course in
front of the mirror. I figured out how I could "accidentally"
fall out of the dress, well getting one boob out would be easy.
Ingrid got yet another outfit. This one was a two-piece suit but
definitely not day or office wear. It was designed to wear just
a really lacy bra underneath and it was see through too. Roughly
about the same as the second dress. The jacket top was cut a bit
like a man's dinner suit. Long narrow silk lapels that buttoned
low at about waist level. The skirt was full length but open at
the front showing the wearer's legs to way above mid thigh. I
imagined that the tops of my stay-up stockings would show; maybe
even my panties. And all this in a deep burgundy. I had to get
a bra to wear so I got mine from my briefcase. It was a plain,
no frills bra but under that jacket with that skirt it gave us an
idea of what a matching set might look like: Wonderful. I
wandered around outside the dressing room looking in the mirror
at the mirage in it. With the right this outfit would be
outrageously sexy. Clothes may not maketh the woman but these
outfits were making this one very wet and very horny.
After several minutes of posing for passers-by and a couple of
other patrons my nipples got so hard and the moisture between my
legs was getting ready to drip a bit I called it a day and went
back to the dressing room to take it off. Ingrid followed me
asking me about accessories, like matching shoes, handbags, etc.
for the three outfits. Did I have them, blah, blah. Well I
could do the black dress justice and, surprising Ingrid; I did
have the burgundy pretty well covered. Ingrid asked about
gloves! That surprised me as I'd rarely worn them and no I did
not. What the hell would I need gloves for, I wondered. Hmm,
well both dresses were sleeveless so I could wear gloves with
either so I told her I didn't have any evening gloves but I knew
my hand size and told her. Anyway Ingrid wanted me to put the
second dress back on, the black one.
Ingrid hands wandered all over my front once again as she laced
it up. Oh, fuck, she got me steaming again. The dress really
was superb and fitted me so well. She left me to get gloves
while I slipped out of the dress. When down to my panties that I
pulled up properly I noticed that my left high school graduation
ear-stud was missing. I searched the dressing room floor. I
found it on the floor quite quickly but it gave me an idea. It
was of tremendous sentimental value as well as an expensive gift
set from my parents. I pretended to get a bit panicky and opened
the door to retrace my recent movements. Owing to myopic
condition, I crawled on my hands and knees searching the carpeted
floor.
I could feel the weight of my breasts hanging under me. I looked
at them; they looked great. I checked them out in the mirror, my
nipples now rock hard, they swung majestically and when crawling
I could knock them with my arms for added effect. I had
certainly not overlooked in my mock distress that I only had my
panties on, at least, that would be my excuse if asked. I'm
blubbering,
"I've lost my diamond stud, come and help me find it."
Ingrid caught onto my game and got in the way of the 'assistant',
who on seeing me, came rushing over not quite knowing what to do.
She probably had seen some of her patron's semi naked before but
not one practically naked wearing cheap panties crawling about
her shop. This blubbering customer who was about to spend a lot
of money was making quite a fuss. I made sure my boobs swayed
and jiggled for all to see. I got up on my knees and begged her
to help find it right in front of the shop door. I thrust my 36
D breasts out as I looked up and over to her. My nipples I knew
were as hard as rocks and must have made quite a show. Of
course, many people stopped and looked to see what was happening,
to see my crying and begging the assistant to help Ingrid and I
find my stud.
I barely was able to keep it up I was very aware of the gathering
crowd outside arousing me tremendously. I also found Ingrid's
fending off antics extremely funny and the assistant was close to
hysteria. Ingrid was cleverly not appearing to get in the way of
the 'assistant' but always seemed to be either looking for my
stud or trying to understand the assistant but deliberately
misunderstanding her. She actually wasn't getting her message
through very well at all. She was continuously being oblique or
ambiguous.
I have no idea what she would have done if she had got passed
Ingrid. But I planned to grab her around her knees, thrust my
boobs into her thighs and looked up blubbering for her help. I
was by now very wet and my body flushed in excitement. My clit
and my nipples were throbbing like crazy. I waned to come badly,
even in front of the mob gathering outside. The thrill was
overwhelming and I pretended to suddenly notice everyone looking
through the windows and the door and beckoned to them to come and
help.
When near the shop front door again getting up on my knees
thrusting my breasts at them I asked a couple of girls to come
and help me look. I had not stopped crying but of course I
wasn't upset I was crying with laughter and exhilarated and into
acute sexual stimulation. Nobody but Ingrid seemed to want to
help me. After several minutes, my pussy started to drip my
honey juices, enough to dampen my panties. My nipples and
clitoris throbbed in a glorious unison with my pulsing heartbeat
sending waves of excitement throughout my body and mind. It got
so as I couldn't take anymore without my 'mistress' pussy
dribbling much more heavily. While I would not normally worry
too much about that I might already have done more than enough to
embarrass Angelina, so I said quietly to Ingrid,
"Enough, I've had enough."
Ingrid then shouted, "Hey, here it is."
I looked at her, "Oh god, thank god, thanks."
In feign surprise I realised that I was virtually naked and in
mock shame tried to cover my breasts and scuttle back to the
dressing room, which I did. Ingrid, of course, followed me where
I vainly tried to regain my senses but I was too far-gone. I
leaned up against the wall, my legs shaking and touched myself.
The tip of my clitoris peeked through its sheath and at my touch
I received an electric like jolt that rushed through me. It was
awesome and I loved it. My body was burning hot, my mind blown
away by the scene I'd caused and the whole episode was sending my
mind whirling in a sexual frenzy. I touched my clitoris again
and it was electrifyingly glorious. I gasped in rapture then
started panting and swallowing. I was set to explode.
Ingrid saw what happened and came to me kissing me intensely
while she fingered me deeply, hard and fast and rubbed my wet
clit till I came in a dazzling mind blowing relief. Sinking to
the floor with my legs splayed out Ingrid followed me down
gripping my pussy hard. He fingers still deep while her thumb
held my mound, her hand squashing my sensitive bits underneath.
I continued to orgasm again and again, as she held me tightly and
kissed my neck. I shook uncontrollably until my spin out
subsided. I looked into Ingrid's eyes thanking her with mine: we
smiled at each other.
Ingrid now knew how to get the most out of my orgasms prolonging
them in thunderclouds of sheer bliss. She had some tissues that
she used to mop up my honey femme juices murmuring about waste.
I gradually came down wanting so badly to repay her in kind but
she said later. Under the circumstances and in hindsight her
decision was perfectly reasonable. Right then I wasn't too
worried about social politeness all I wanted was to satisfy her.
It was not to be, however, so Ingrid helped me put my street
clothes on and my hands shook so much I couldn't get my stud back
in so Ingrid did it for me. I went with Ingrid to the counter.
The assistant had calmed a little but couldn't look me in the
eye. I knew I had a stupid big grin on my face. Ingrid told me
to go back to the coffee shop or go home, saying laughingly,
"You'll get this tomorrow if you're good."
"Oh, is that right," I retorted pouting like a spoilt kid.
"Yes it is."
"Alright then, I'm off."
I left in a mock huff. A few of the spectators were waiting for
me and I got hand clapping, cheering and whistles. And quite a
few raunchy comments. I got all flushed with embarrassment and I
quickly walked back to the coffee shop and the booth near the
back. After checking to see if anyone had followed me I sat, my
bare butt tingling on the chilly vinyl and said,
"Ingrid will be here soon."
Angelina replied, "I don't think so, I told her to take the best
one home and she will."
"Oh."
"But we want you to meet us at seven O'clock at the Princes
Hotel. Just dress as if you were going to the cinema, alright?"
"Yeah sure but where is that?"
"In Murray Street near Queen, okay."
"Oh yes, I know it, I'll be there."
"Good, be ready for anything. Bring your vibrator and nipple
clamps with its chain. Can you also stay over Saturday night?"
Angelina spoke sweetly as if there was nothing unusual about such
a request, the others had wicked grins on their dials.
"Yes, that's no problem." I replied as nonchalantly as I could
while I could feel my body temperature and pulse rate rise
appreciably, all over again.
I said my good byes and left with my nipples now proudly erect at
the mention of those clamps. Having had sore nipples from the
abuse they had had last weekend there had been no thought of
putting them on again. Until now! And although I could have
used the vibrator with my periods, I didn't like the idea but now
they had just finished I could use it again. I got on the train
to go home without my undies on. The draft blowing through the
railcar's doors each time they opened which was at every station
giving me chill thrills on my dampness each time. I didn't
really get a chance to completely pull myself together before
getting home.
With my mind racing on things sexual and my initiation's
unknown's I got quite damp and stayed that way. On arriving
home, I showered and dressed in clean clothes and tried to study
but I found that almost impossible. My 'mistress 'pussy' would
not leave me to concentrate on anything but 'her'. So I watched
television and gave her the attention she demanded. And I
thought about what was in store for me over the next two or three
days. I got more and more excited but very apprehensive too.
For what are the sexy dresses? Nipple clamps! Vibrator! Gees,
a girl's mind could not get around all the probabilities. Once
again, my 'mistress' demanded my attention before I eventually
went to sleep.
To be continued...
Copyright Alessia Gerini 2001-05-23
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