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Subject: {ASSM} Making new connections (A Dawn story) (exhib, mast, MF)
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 08:10:04 -0400
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Making New Connections (A Dawn story)

By Daphne Conrad (dconrad25@hotmail.com)

Author's note
This story takes place after the summer vacation detailed in A New Dawn 
(Chapters 1-6), so Dawn is 19-20 years old here. It is set in England.

_________________________________________

I was in my second year at University. After the adventures of the summer, 
the first couple of months had been quiet. Because I had got back late from 
my summer holidays, by the time I came up to Birmingham most people on my 
course had sorted out their accommodation. I ended up sharing with two lads 
in the same position, Alex and Paul. Alex was the course loner. He always 
sat alone, didn't speak to anyone and seemed to wear brown jumpers, no 
matter what the weather. Paul was in with the football crowd, but we didn't 
see much of him. He had a girlfriend back home and went home every week. We 
shared a typical student house - a three-bedroom terraced house in the 
poorer part of town. The boys were messy and I despaired of the filth and 
washing-up sometimes.
I settled back in to my studies. I had some friends but after the summer I 
felt distanced from them and found their concerns about boyfriends petty. It 
didn't seem right for me to have any sexual adventures though. It would have 
just been the usual student fumblings or one night stands, and that didn't 
appeal to me. I was caught between the desire for the wild adventures I had 
experienced, and wanting to maintain a decent profile among people I knew. 
The student world is a small, closed one, and so one misplaced act would 
have me branded a slag. This might be fine if that world was distinct, but 
in this environment there would be a bleed into my everyday life, which 
would soon become unbearable. Hence, I dressed conservatively, usually 
wearing jumpers and bras that flattened, rather than exaggerated my boobs 
and sensible skirts. I know a few of the guys fancied me, but I think they 
assumed I was shy and soon turned their attentions to what they considered 
more fruitful targets.
I had resigned myself to confining my adventures to summer holidays. I had 
already planned my excursion for the following year, concentrating on 
Germany and Austria, as I had intended to go to these previously, but hadn't 
made it. It was the end of October and I was going home for the weekend, for 
a friend's birthday. I was waiting at the station when I realized I had 
forgotten my present for her. There was no point in going back without it, 
so even though it meant missing the train I walked back to our house. The 
door was locked, and being in a hurry I unlocked it quickly and marched in 
to the front room, where I had left the present on the table. There was a 
flurry of movement. Alex was sitting in the armchair with his trousers 
around his ankles, trying desperately to cover up his erect penis. On the TV 
a large-breasted blonde woman was having sex with two men in the middle of a 
field. Scattered all over the floor was an assortment of porn magazines.
"Oh my God," Alex was saying, tugging at his trousers. "I thought you had 
gone away." He was panicking with embarrassment. "Please don't tell anyone," 
he pleaded.
The woman on the TV screen was screaming "Fuck me, fuck me" as her big 
breasts swayed back and forth.
I suddenly felt content. It was if this was the real me, and the sham that I 
put on the rest of the time could be put aside. I knew then what people I 
had met during the summer such as Antonia and Abbi, must have seen in me 
straight away. That this was where I was most comfortable, this is what I 
was good at. I knew in that instant that it would be no summer adventure, 
that this was my way of life from now on. I felt a real peace at that moment 
- it is quite rare to discover something about yourself with such certainty. 
Admittedly it was not a good scene for an epiphany, with a porn movie 
playing and a man struggling to pull his trousers up, but that's what it 
was.
I felt embarrassed for Alex, so in order to help him I said, "shhhh. It's 
okay." Then turning to the TV I said, "I've done that."
This stopped him. "What?"
I felt like I had to give him something. "If you promise not to tell anyone 
the story I am about to tell you, then I promise not to tell anyone about 
this."
"Okay," he nodded eagerly.
So I told him my story of having sex with Franco and Mario on the train. 
Halfway through he started to stroke his cock again, then stopped. "It's 
okay," I told him. "I like to see a man masturbate." So he carried on, but 
he didn't come. When I finished my story he said, "is that true?"
"Oh, yes. And that was just the start. Would you like to hear all about my 
summer?"
"God, yes."
"Let me phone my friend then and say I'm not coming home now and we can 
spend the whole weekend wanking to my stories and your porn if you want. Is 
that what you do most weekends?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then let's get your porno collection down, because I am dying to see 
it. And Alex, if there is anything you want me to do, just ask."
He obviously couldn't believe his luck. He tested my proposal. "Okay, will 
you take off your top please?"
"With pleasure," I rolled my fawn sweater off. I was wearing just a plain 
black bra, that covered a lot of my breasts.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned.
"Sorry, this bra isn't very flattering. I've got much sexier ones upstairs."
"I know," he said, then looked sheepish.
"Alex! Have you been sneaking in to my room and looking at my bras and 
knickers?"
"Yes," he admitted, with a downward look.
"Have you been wanking about me Alex?" I teased him.
"Yes," he confessed, again squirming as he did so.
"And what was I doing in these wank fantasies of yours?"
"You were wearing tight tops, and gradually exposing your breasts. And 
wearing short skirts with no knickers in public."
"That's what you like is it Alex? Someone who's a bit exhibitionist?"
"And has nice tits," he added.
"Then you're in luck. Because I do have nice tits and I love being an 
exhibitionist. All your fantasies are going to come true Alex. But you have 
to promise me something - you will never mention this at Uni."
He sighed, "it's okay, no-one would believe me anyway. Can I ask you 
something else?"
"Yes."
"Will you take off your skirt? I love seeing a girl in just bra and 
kickers."
"Certainly Alex. Shall I wear bra and kickers all weekend? Would you like to 
see me doing the housework in just my skimpy underwear?" He was wanking 
again as I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I didn't have very 
flattering kickers on either, but Alex didn't seem to mind.
"Will you do that?"
"Of course. I've told you, I'll do anything you ask. Would you like to see 
my nice big tits?" I unclipped my bra and my breasts swung free.
"Oh, Dawn, they're even better than I imagined them to be." I reached out 
for his cock at this stage, but he reacted strongly, pulling himself up and 
away from me. "No, no," he flapped. "I just like to wank. Is that okay?"
"Sorry, sorry," I soothed him. "That's fine. I like to as well."
And that was how the evening passed. I would spend the time in my underwear 
and I would tell Alex stories, or we would watch films from his vast porn 
video library. He seemed to have an infinite capacity to masturbate without 
coming. While we were watching one fuck-fest about three in the morning I 
had to masturbate and I came three times during the film, but Alex just kept 
stroking away.
I went to bed as the sun was rising, Alex having fallen asleep in the chair. 
I woke around noon and peeked in to Alex's room. He was sleeping so I made 
him breakfast. I put on a small bra, that I didn't wear anymore because my 
breasts burst from it and a short skirt with no knickers. I took him in his 
breakfast and shook him awake.
"Huh?" he said, and then seeing what I was wearing he sat upright. "Dawn, 
you look amazing. Your tits, look at them."
I did, "yes this bra is a bit tight. Look my nipple is nearly coming out. 
And look," I said, bending over. "I think I forgot to put my knickers on."
He reached under the duvet and started wanking again. I whipped the duvet 
off and said, "oh no you don't. I don't care what you think, you are going 
to fuck me today Alex. I'm going to get you to the stage where you have to. 
So, no wanking. We're going out."
It was a surprisingly hot day for that time of year, so we went for a hike. 
I put on a very tight cotton rib top, that had buttons down the front and 
stopped around my belly button. I had on a push-up bra as well, so the 
combined effect was that my chest really was a focus. I put on some shorts 
as well. Alex immediately reached for his crotch and started rubbing it when 
he saw me, but I pulled his hand away. "Plenty of time for that later," I 
told him, and put on a fleece jacket to take his mind off things. Alex had a 
car so we drove to a starting point up in the vales and went from there. We 
walked for an hour or so and I took my fleece top off. Alex kept looking at 
my tits, so I asked him, "Is there something I can help you with Alex?"
He looked around, we were on a path, walking through a wooded area, next to 
a stream. There was no one in sight. "Errm, could you undo a button or two?" 
he asked nervously.
I beamed at him, "I thought you'd never ask." His face lit up and he started 
laughing. I undid two buttons and he sighed gratefully. I peeled the top 
back to reveal the top half of my breasts. "That's better," I said.
We carried on walking for a bit, and talked about people on our course, the 
lecturers, and so on. We stopped by some rocks to have a bit of lunch that I 
had packed. After we had had a drink, Alex looked at me sheepishly again. I 
teased him, "yes Alex? Is there something you want to ask?"
"Dawn, would it be too much to undo another button?"
"Say please."
"Please Dawn," he looked pitiful.
I chuckled. "Alex, come on. You know I will. Just ask." I undid two buttons 
to show willing. The buttons were undone to the apex of my breasts now, so 
the bra was visible and most of my breasts not contained in the bra were on 
show. Alex clapped happily. We started walking again. My breasts quivered 
with each step I took and Alex couldn't take his eyes of them.
"God, Dawn, I never knew your tits were so good. I can hardly walk, I'm so 
hard."
"I'm glad you like them. You're going to see a lot of them, so I hope you 
don't get bored."
He readjusted his cock through his trousers. "I will never get bored of them 
Dawn." Then he nodded ahead, "look someone's coming. Do you want to cover 
up?"
We had come out of the woods and were ascending a hill now. A middle-aged 
man was coming towards us in full walking gear. "Do you want me to?"
He shook his head, "no." He was trembling.
We carried on walking. The man noticed my breasts early on, but made an 
effort to look elsewhere. As we passed each other I said chirpily, 
"Morning."
He looked up, and fixed his stare on my tits. "Oh, morning," he stumbled, 
flushing bright red and hurrying on.
We both laughed. "Did you see his face?" Alex guffawed. I had never really 
seen him laugh, he was always so quiet and serious. He had a nice smile when 
it came, which sat well with his boyish features. I hadn't noticed these 
before either, but when he had looked at me pleadingly earlier, he seemed 
sweet and I knew he would be very loyal to me, without being overbearing.
"Will you go further?" he was asking.
"Of course. Tell me what to do, and explain why you like it." I really 
wanted to learn from Alex what seemed sexy to other people. It was obvious 
he spent a lot of time thinking about sex, so I figured he could teach me a 
lot in a way that people never actually discuss.
"Okay, will you undo all the buttons except one. I want to see this one 
button straining to hold in your tits. I find that really exciting, the 
thought that it could pop open and then your tits would be exposed. I have 
some great photos of a girl I saw once on holiday who wore tops like this 
all the time. I'll show them to you."
"That sounds good. But surely you'd need me to take my bra off to get the 
full effect."
"Would you? Really? I'm not sure I'm going to be able to take this without 
wanking."
"Oh, no. I want you desperate to fuck me when we get back." I turned my back 
to him, as even though we had spent the night before masturbating in front 
of each other, I thought the effect in this setting would be better if he 
didn't see my breasts first. I undid my top, unhooked my bra and dropped it 
to the floor. I then did up only one button. The tight top pulled apart, so 
most of my nipples were covered, but the top and bottom of breasts were 
exposed. It really did achieve Alex's desired effect of looking as though it 
would burst open at any moment, the one fragile button holding it together.
I turned round to Alex, "well?"
He groaned and rubbed his crotch. His erection was clearly detectable 
through his jeans. "God Dawn, I think I'm going to come just looking at you. 
Will you keep it like that even if we pass people?"
"I'll try." I picked up my bra and handed it to him. "If you take this, then 
I can't put it back on."
He stuffed the bra hurriedly in his back pack. "You could always button back 
up I suppose." He sounded disappointed.
"Hmm. What about if you cut off my buttons? Then I can't."
He fished a Swiss Army knife out of his bag before I could change my mind 
and pulling the blade out came close to me. He cut away the bottom three 
buttons quickly. Then he came up around the breasts and I pushed them into 
him. He moaned, and his other hand cupped my left breast, squeezing it. He 
cut off the remaining buttons, and then his hand slipped inside to tweak my 
nipple. I pushed my groin in to his and felt his hard prick against me. I 
ground into it, and he pushed against me. I was ready to fuck there and 
then, but I needed to get him to a fever pitch. I pulled away. The two 
halves of my top peeled away from the single button, like the wings of a 
butterfly. My erect nipples poked aggressively through the material. I 
wasn't sure the button would hold.
"How do I look?" I joked.
"Like you really want to be fucked."
"I do," I said and he stepped toward me.
I pulled back, "no, Alex, not yet."
He looked crestfallen but didn't come any closer.
"Let's see how it looks when I walk," I said, trying to be nice.
He ran ahead and I walked, pushing my chest out. My breasts bounced and 
jigged, exaggerating each bump I stepped on. On this uneven surface they 
seemed to be moving in all directions, as if dancing. I thought it likely 
that they would pop out of this top at some stage.
"Ooooh," Alex moaned, rubbing his cock through his jeans again.
"Don't go getting too excited," I told him. "You will need that for 
tonight."
We walked like this for a while. At one point my left nipple came out as if 
to have a look around. I let it stay exposed for a few minutes and Alex was 
almost incapable of walking, he was so bent over with his erection. We 
didn't see anyone and soon we were heading back to the car. I was quite glad 
really, I thought I had gone too far with this top. There was no mistaking 
what I was doing, and I was more scared of someone telling me off than being 
molested.
Then, just as we got near the carpark a couple emerged from it, walking 
towards us. I instinctively reached for my jacket to pull it on, but to my 
surprise Alex acted very swiftly and decisively, grabbing my hand and 
preventing me from doing so. He looked at me sternly and then smiled. I 
nodded acquiescence and let my hands fall to my sides. As they approached my 
heart rate increased, until I felt really quite dizzy. They were in their 
thirties, and looked quite friendly. He was a bit portly, wearing a blue 
fleece and walking trousers. He had a dark, olive complexion, which spoke of 
many days out rambling. The woman was slim, wearing a white T-shirt and 
green shorts. She had muscular legs and walking boots. The woman was very 
pretty, even from a distance I could see she had a wide smile and her teeth 
were almost always on show.
As we approached they looked up and noticed what I was wearing. The man made 
a concerted effort to look elsewhere. The woman stared rather openly, and 
her smile faded. I began to blush and feared she would reproach me. I 
thought about how quickly I could run to the car. As they came nearer they 
slowed up and I thought 'oh no, they're going to talk to us.' To my horror 
Alex slowed up too. The man was smiling at him.
"Afternoon," he said. "Lovely day for the time of year isn't it?" He kept 
his gaze fixed firmly on Alex, not daring to look toward me. His wife 
however was looking at my tits and top while the others spoke. She didn't 
look angry, more intrigued really, as if she was trying to read some slogan 
on my t-shirt.
Alex and the man were exchanging the usual pleasantries that walkers do, 
asking about the route, where they were from and so on.
Then the woman finally looked me in the face and her smile reappeared. 
"Excuse me," she said, a little nervously. She had a northern accent, but 
one that was dampened, as if she was trying to disguise it. The men stopped 
talking and waited for her to continue. "I hope you don't mind me asking, 
but do you always dress like that when you go out walking?"
I flushed a deeper red and stammered slightly, "I, err, no, we just 
thought...." I tried to pull the two halves of the top together, but this had 
the effect of squeezing my breasts, amplifying my cleavage and their size. 
The man had stopped looking elsewhere now.
"Oh, sorry," she said quickly, touching my arm. "I didn't mean to embarrass 
you. I was just curious as to what it felt like. You know, sort of exposing 
yourself like that. Isn't it scary?"
I relaxed and dropped my hands. "Yes, it is. When I saw you two coming I 
wanted to put my coat on, but Alex wouldn't let me. But being scary is half 
the fun really. I'm Dawn by the way," I offered my hand.
"I'm Paula and this is John." We shook hands, as if we were meeting at a 
dinner party.
Then Paula continued. "John keeps on wanting me to do stuff like that. But I 
haven't got the breasts for it. If I had tits like yours I might, but I've 
only got these," she thrust out her small chest.
"I keep telling her that's not the point," her husband was grinning. "Some 
men like small breasts. I do. She's slim, beautiful. She should show herself 
off a bit, that's all I'm saying. Don't you agree Alex?"
"Oh, yes. I like all sorts of breasts. Small ones seem to be like 
concentrated essence of breasts. If she is happy to, then she should 
definitely do it."
Paula was obviously enjoying this attention, although pretending not to as 
she was shaking her head. I joined in, "oh, you're gorgeous. I wish I didn't 
have these great lumps sometimes. And you're so muscular too. You have 
really good definition on your legs. I bet your tummy's lovely and flat too, 
not like mine."
"I couldn't. I just couldn't"
"Look, there's no one about. Why not just take off your t-shirt and walk 
towards those trees, then you can put it back on. I'll come with you," I 
offered.
"Yes, go on Paula. It'll be fun. She's right, there's no-one about. You know 
what it would mean to me."
She hesitated, then shook her head firmly. "No, no."
We all stayed silent, watching her. John was giving her a sad-eyed pleading 
look. "Oh, alright then," she said excitedly. "We'll all go together. Only 
as far as those trees mind you."
Then with another look around to ensure it was just us four, she quickly 
pulled her t-shirt over her head. While it was over her head, we all had the 
opportunity to stare at her perky breasts in their black bra. Her tits were 
spaced quite far apart. They looked to be two small apples. In her bra they 
had a nice roundness to them. A hint of her aureolae poked emerged over the 
top of the bra cup, like the sun coming up over the horizon.
Her top was off then, "hey, no staring" she squealed and crunched herself 
up.
"You look lovely," I reassured her.
"Yes," said Alex. "I think you have beautiful breasts."
John chuckled at this. "Oh Paula, this is great."
"Hmm, I'm not so sure. Anyway, let's do it."
So we walked toward the woods. I was ignored most of the way there. Even 
John wanted to look at Paula's breasts as she tried to carry on normally. I 
was happy with this as I was looking at her too. She walked quickly, which 
created not quite a bounce, but a ripple in her breasts. Mine were leaping 
around however at this pace.
We reached the woods and Paula breathed a sigh of relief. She went to put 
her top back on, but John said, "Come on Paula. Just a bit longer. We're 
well hidden away here."
She stopped. "Okay, just a few minutes more. It is kind of fun isn't it?" 
Then to me she said, "oops, looks like someone's popped out to say hello."
I looked down and all the jigging motion had made my left nipple come out 
again. "Oh, sorry." I went to put it back in.
"Oh, don't be sorry," John said. "Why don't you go the whole hog and take 
your top off anyway?"
I checked with Paula, who nodded eagerly. So I undid my solitary button and 
slipped my top off.
"Wow, that's some set of jugs you've got there," Paula said appreciatively.
"You're a lucky man Alex." John said. Paula jabbed him playfully in the 
ribs.
"I thought you preferred small breasts!"
"I do, my love, I do. I just appreciate a fine set, that's all."
"Well don't drool too much, she doesn't want some old man like you letching 
after her."
Although she was joking, I think Paula was feeling a bit inferior now. She 
was losing some of the confidence the initial attention had given her, now 
that it was focused on me. I didn't want it to be a competition, so I tapped 
Alex's leg with my foot. To give him credit, he knew what I wanted from him.
"Ahem. If it's not rude I'd like to see Paula go topless too. Then we can 
walk on for a bit."
"Oh yes!" said John, now looking at his wife. "Go on Paula, that would be 
great. There's no one around. Just for a few minutes." He was like a little 
boy being trying to persuade his parents to take him to the beach.
"No, definitely not."
"Go on," I said. "I don't want to be standing here with my tits out on my 
own."
The word tits made everyone stare silently at mine for a while. Then Paula 
snapped out of it and said, "okay, but you're going to be disappointed after 
Dawn's."
She undid her bra, and shyly slipped it off, coughing with embarrassment. I 
knew what Alex meant by 'concentrated essence of breast' looking at Paula's 
small boobs. The nipples seemed to occupy half of them and there was the 
flat expanse of breast bone between them. But they seemed ideally shaped to 
be taken in your mouth. With her taught stomach and nice legs Paula seemed 
more suited to being topless than I did. Although I wanted to take those 
breasts in my mouth more than anything, I knew I wouldn't, that wasn't how 
this interaction would pan out. I realised my summer adventures had given me 
an instinctive feeling for how far to push things and how they might be 
developed. Despite what we were doing this one had an air of innocence about 
it that couldn't survive any sexual contact.
"I think they are lovely Paula," Alex said. "You should definitely show them 
off. Most men would love to see breasts like yours. It would make their day. 
Size isn't everything, yours are just neat and, well, lovely." He spoke 
passionately, and with his porn collection I guessed he was something of a 
breast connoisseur.
Paula's big grin broke out wider than ever. "Why thank you Alex, that's a 
lovely thing to say." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. John was also 
smiling happily.
"Let's walk to the end of the woods," I suggested. "Keep your eyes open for 
anyone though."
We walked on, the men alternating their looks between Paula's trembling 
breasts and my bouncing ones. I noticed both of them had very uncomfortable 
looking bulges in their trousers.
Paula giggled, "I keep thinking I can hear someone coming. My heart is 
pounding. This is so exciting."
"I know. It's fun isn't it? Like being slightly naughty."
"I don't want to meet anyone, I'd die if I did. But, at the same time it 
almost seems a shame not to have an encounter."
"I know what you mean," I said. "When I was wearing my top just now, I 
wanted to get to the car, and when I saw you two I was horrified, but at the 
same time, relieved. And look what's happened."
"If we met other people we could end up with a whole topless convoy!" John 
joked.
We were at the end of the woods now.
"Best put my top back on," Paula didn't sound very convinced.
"Look!" Alex was pointing out of the trees. On the other side of the valley 
was a solitary figure in walking gear.
Paula sank backwards, but I grabbed her arm. "Come on Paula. Let's flash 
him. He's on the other side of the valley so he'll be able to see us 
clearly, but it would probably take him half an hour to get all the way down 
and back up. By that time we can be back up in the car park easily. It's 
safe."
"Oooh, I don't know."
"Go on," the two men chorused.
"Okay!" she cheered, pleased at her new found daring.
"On the count of three," I took her hand. "One - two - three."
We ran out of the cover of the woods. When we were in the open I started 
shouting and waving to the man on the other side of the valley. He looked 
up, and then took a step back as he realised what we were doing. Paula was 
jumping up and down waving now too. Following Alex's concentrated essence 
comment, I appreciated how the shape of her breasts changed when she became 
excited. Any change brought about by the nipples becoming erect was lost in 
my larger boobs, but when her nipples contracted it gave her breasts a much 
more conical appearance, as if the whole breast were pointing outwards, not 
just the nipple. I thought what a shame it was that I wouldn't get to play 
with them, but I knew what Paula's reaction would be if I attempted 
anything. She put her arm around me and we both signalled to him. He waved 
back, and started rubbing his chest in a provocative manner. Taking his cue 
I squeezed my tits and rubbed my nipple. Paula laughed and beckoned to the 
man to come and join us. He started running down the hill. Paula screeched, 
and we both ran back to the woods.
"He's coming," she cried, like an excited girl. We ran back through the 
trees, my breasts bouncing wildly as we ran. At the other end, we stopped, 
panting. Paula was laughing inbetween breaths.
"He..was..so..excited!" she gasped.
She put her t-shirt back on, but not her bra. I put my one-button top back 
on. With all the excitement, my nipples had hardened so much that they were 
pushing out of the top, so when I tried to put one in, the other slipped 
out. Eventually I settled for having half of each of them exposed.
"That's not hiding much is it?" Paula commented.
"No, maybe I'll put my jacket on."
"Oh no, you don't," Alex snatched my jacket away from me. "I want to drive 
you back like that."
I shrugged as if to say, 'what can I do?'
We walked back up to the car park. Once there John opened up a flask and 
gave us all a cup of tea.
"Thanks for a fantastic day," he said. "That was the most fun I've had in 
ages."
"Me too," said Paula. She had linked arms with on the way back, as if we 
were old friends.
"Well, if you want to do it again, give me a call." I gave them my number, 
and Paula wrote it down.
"I may do that. I might need some encouragement to do it again."
I kissed both of them on the cheeks and we left.
As we headed back into town I said to Alex, "can I put my jacket on now 
please?"
"Uh-uh," he smiled at me. "Just a little bit longer please? I can't believe 
what happened today. Does that sort of thing happen often?"
"To me, yes it does for some reason. One thing tends to cause another and 
before you know it, there is this big sequence of events. Fun isn't it?"
"Unbelievable."
We were now in town and I had to sink down into the seat, and hope I didn't 
see anyone I knew. I felt excited again at the thought of being in such a 
public place with my skimpy top on. At a pedestrian crossing, two lads 
stared at me, grinning lewdly.
We parked outside our house. I got out, hoping to make a dash to the front 
door. But to my dismay, the old woman who lived next door was standing 
outside, cleaning her windows.
She said hello and Alex grabbed my arm, and said chirpily, "hello. How are 
you?"
"Oh, fine." She was looking at my top, the half-circle of my aureloae 
winking at her. "So where you two been?"
"Oh, up on the vales for a walk. A nice day for this time of year." I had 
never heard Alex say a word to this woman and suddenly he was all chatty.
"Aren't you a bit cold in that outfit, love?" she asked me.
"Well..."
"Oh, I see," she laughed. "You like to show yourself off a bit do you? 
Probably for his benefit is it? Can't say I blame you. If I had a figure 
like yours I would too. Here, let me get my husband out, he'd hate to miss 
this. Alfred! Come here!"
And before I could stop her, the old man had appeared, wearing his smart 
shirt done up to the top and trousers he always wore. He looked like he had 
been sleeping.
"What do you think of her outfit then" she asked him.
Rubbing his eyes, he leant forward and peered closely at my tits as if 
trying to read a label closely. "Oh, aye. Very nice."
"Why don't you come in for a cup of tea?"
"I don't.."
"Yes, we'd love to," Alex interrupted me and before I knew it we were in 
their lounge, with its fading d�cor and the woman was serving us tea and 
biscuits.
"So do you do this sort of thing often?"
"No, not really. We just wanted some fun." I said.
"I understand. I thought when I'd seen you around before you hadn't been 
dressed so, well, you know."
I had a panic here. "Oh, please don't tell anyone about this, particularly 
Paul, the other housemate. He doesn't know about this, or about Alex and 
me."
She laughed a smoker's laugh. "It's okay love. Actually my daughter used to 
dress like you. She designs lingerie down in London now. She left a lot of 
her clothes here. You should try them on. She was about your size, maybe not 
as busty, but I guess you'd like them tight anyway?"
I really didn't want to wear someone else's clothes, but before I could stop 
her she was fetching a box from upstairs. Her husband sat quietly, smiling 
and staring at me.
"Here," the old woman said, handing me a box. "Take a look. They may as well 
be going to some use. I'm certainly not going to wear them." She cackled 
again.
I felt obliged to look in the box and was rather surprised. The first item I 
pulled out was a black corset, with laces up the back.
"Wow," breathed Alex. "I would love to see you in that!"
There were micro-skirts, skimpy tops, see-through blouses, hot pants and 
little dresses. Every item would provoke a reaction. It all seemed good 
quality as well, and despite being a few years old, it wasn't the type of 
clothing that was fashion-related.
"This stuff looks fun," I admitted.
"I know. Why don't you take the box and next Saturday come round for dinner, 
wearing something from it. We'd like that wouldn't we Alfred?"
"Oh, yes, lovely."
"And we promise not to say anything to your housemate."
I winked at her, "are you blackmailing me?"
The laugh again, "only a little bit love."
"Okay," I picked the box up and we said our goodbyes.
We went into our house and as soon as the door was closed Alex grabbed me 
and pushed me up against the wall. His mouth pressed hungrily against mine.
"Dawn, I need to fuck you. You are so horny."
He undid my single button and was mauling my breasts. I undid his trousers 
quickly and freed his erect cock, which leapt into my hand.
"I want you too Alex. Everyone's been staring at my tits all day and talking 
about them. I am so moist, feel." I put his hand inside my knickers so he 
could feel my wet pussy.
Within seconds we were on the stairs and I was wrapping my legs around him 
and pulling his cock into me.
He was delirious by this time with the day's excitement. He was kissing me 
and rubbing my breasts frantically. All the time he was repeating my name, 
over and over like a mantra.
Both of us had been in such a state of heightened anticipation all day that 
within minutes we were coming, noisily. As I felt my orgasm coming I pulled 
his face to mine with both hands and whispered, "You are going to fuck me so 
often. We are going to have so much fun together. I'm coming, I'm coming."
"Oh God Dawn, this is fantastic," he shouted and shot his load into me.
We watched more porn that night and made love three more times. He wasn't 
very experienced, but he was willing to listen and learn. At one point I 
told him to pretend I was Paula, and to fuck me as he would like to her. To 
my surprise, and excitement, he behaved quite differently. He became more 
vocal and forceful, fucking me from behind and calling me Paula-slut. I came 
quite heavily during that session.
We slept in his bed that night and as he cradled me, I thought about how my 
lifestyle choice meant that life would always hold surprises. Yesterday I 
had been thinking I wouldn't have any more adventures until my holiday. Now 
I had Alex, Paula and John and the couple next door as part of my group. I 
felt I was at the centre of a network, which was caring and enjoyable. And 
these would lead to other connections, always spreading out, creating more 
opportunities, more adventures. I went to sleep smiling.

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