“Need any help?”
Summer noted the absence of the customary ‘madam’ at the end of the shop assistant’s enquiry. She could appreciate why such formalities might be felt unnecessary, though, surrounded as they were by lurid pink and purple sex toys, shiny black PVC boots, metal and leather bondage chains and handcuffs, and a sea of lace, satin and fishnet lingerie. Summer had never ventured into a sex shop before, and was probably looking a little overwhelmed. In truth she was mesmerized by all the sexy gear she was confronted with, and could feel a warm wetness spreading through the crotch of her panties.
“I’m, err…..”
I’m what, exactly? Looking for an outfit ruder than anything I’ve dared wear before, something that will leave hardly anything to the imagination for a man I’ve never even met, and will never see again after our one night together? The only stipulation I have is that it covers this small tattoo I have just above my pussy? She could hardly say that, could she?
“….looking to surprise your boyfriend with something daring, seductive and sexy?” The assistant attempted to complete the sentence for her
“He’s not my…. er, yes… yes….surprise my boyfriend. Exactly.”
“Cool. So what does he like? Sheer? Silk? Fishnet? Most men seem to like fishnet.
How about this red fishnet body-stocking?” She pointed to a nearby display.
Oh God she just adored that, and felt a twinge in her pussy as she imagined revealing herself to him in it. But actually no, that wouldn’t work. The fishnet mesh was too large and the way it stretched revealed so much of the mannequin’s bare plastic flesh beneath. On her, he’d be able to see the tattoo, probably quite easily, and then his hour would have to begin. No, she didn’t want him to see that until later, didn’t want him being distracted. Not like with Mya. From what she could gather, it had put a bit of a dampener on proceedings.
“Or how about these. A lot of men just love the virginal look.” The white basque and panties did look great, but virginal wasn’t the look she was going for. She shook her head.
“Okay then, how about these, they’re new in today.”
The assistant held up a bra, panties and suspender belt set in black lace and pink satin. Christ there was hardly anything to it! Her pussy was oozing just at the thought of trying that on, let alone having a man seeing her in it. God, Roger hated this sort of thing, he always said it made women look slutty. But that was exactly what I want, she thought. For this complete stranger to lust over me, the moment he sees me, just want to fuck me and never want to stop.
“Yes, that’s perfect, just what I was looking for. Thank you.”
She hadn’t felt this excited about anything for, well, for as long as she could remember. The last few months with Roger had just been so energy sapping, and since they had split she had just had no inclination to date. What she really wanted was some no-strings no-holds-barred sex. To be made to feel like a woman, to be desired, and ravaged, just for one night.
Meeting someone from work was a non-starter. She worked in a fashion designers, a small office, and most of her colleagues were women, the only men were a couple of junior execs, and toy boys just weren’t her thing. And being set up by friends on a blind date just felt so, well, desperate. Friends at work had urged her to try dating websites, but she had heard so many horror stories from others about the weird men who populated them that she wasn’t prepared to risk it. Ditto walking into a bar and picking strange men up. No, the more she thought about it, Mya’s man was just what she needed.
She picked out some lace top stockings to finish off the outfit and made her way towards the checkout. As she did so, her eye was caught by the purple and pink plastic toys. She’d never owned one. Roger certainly wouldn’t have approved. All the more reason to have a browse…..
XXX
“So, like, are we okay?” Mya was at his desk, but this morning it felt different, she was standing next to him, but a few feet away, and there was no sitting perched on the edge, closer to him than was maybe necessary, like she usually did. Today they were just like two colleagues chatting in the office. Only unlike their other colleagues, he thought, earlier this morning he had shot his cum inside her as she had screamed her orgasm into the pillows.
“Yeah. I think so. Might need a bit of time to get my head round things.” He wanted to implore her to reconsider, to meet for a drink tonight to talk things over. But he knew that now wasn’t the time or place, and suspected there wouldn’t be one either.
“Summer’s, like, really looking forward to meeting you, you know?”
“Yeah, she’s sent me a text saying ‘hi’ and asking about meeting up.” His tone was flat, no enthusiasm in his voice whatever.
“You gonna do it?”
“Dunno.” He was staring at his screen.
“Really? She is so cute. Seriously.”
“Yeah but she’s not….” It had spilled out before he had a chance kurtköy olgun escort to think. He stopped himself before he had said “She’s not you”, and embarrassed them both. But she knew what he had meant.
“Look Rick, I know this sounds really weird….and I know this is a bit of a fucked up situation….but I would really appreciate it if you did. She’s in a bit of a crappy place right now, and what she really needs is some fun with a guy like you. Well, with you, actually. I don’t really know any other guys like you.”
A voice in his head was screaming “Ask her what she means by that exactly!” But he suppressed it.
“Ok. I’ll text her back now.” He knew that was the response Mya wanted to hear and despite what she had said this morning, he still wanted to make her happy. He’d meet up with Summer, as a favour to Mya. Perverse as it sounded, fucking her mate might be the best thing to do to win her over.
“Thank you! You’re an absolute legend!” He cringed inwardly. It sounded like she was thanking him for completing a work project ahead of time. But then she leant forward and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, got up and walked back to her desk.
His head was swimming as he reached for his phone, opened up the message on his phone from Summer, and started typing a reply.
XXX
She had got a bit carried away in the sex shop. Like a kid in a candy store is how it had been. The floodgates had just opened, and she had eventually walked out laden with bags. The last few days, since the text from Mya, Summer seemed to have tapped into some primal wellspring of pent-up sexual desire. She was desperate to try new things. All the stuff she had heard others talk about, seen in movies, read in books. It was like the release of fresh energy she normally had before starting out on a new health regime. Only this time she was free of the unhealthy diet imposed on her by Roger’s priggishness.
She couldn’t remember when she’d last masturbated, but the last two nights she’d gone to bed with her head full of such very rude thoughts, and her hand had crept down between her legs, stroking her soft wet pussy, a finger slipping easily inside, followed swiftly by another. Her other hand had soon been pulling and pinching at her nipples, and it was only a matter of minutes before she was reaching for her brand new purple vibe. She had never played with herself in front of a man before, but she fantasised about spreading her legs in front of Rick, fingering herself as he watched, his hand pulling on his cock. She had come hard, imagining that he was shooting stream after stream of hot cum all over her fingers and pussy. She was sleeping well these last few nights, that was for sure!
All of her sex shop purchases were laid out on her bed, and she was trying to decide which of them she’d try out with Rick. She couldn’t subject him to all of them, not all in one night. But she wanted to make the most of the opportunity. When he had initially replied to her text a few days ago, she could tell he had been a slightly reluctant respondent, still feeling bruised from Mya’s rejection no doubt. But she had sent him a few more cheeky texts since then, including what she hoped was a very sexy, teasing selfie, and she sensed he was starting to warm to the idea of a night with her. And so he bloody well should! He was going to see her like no man had ever seen her before.
XXX
The exact origins of the term “Dutch courage” were unclear, Rick ruminated, but most accounts attributed it’s meaning to the pre-battle effects of drinking alcohol – specifically gin – on soldiers fighting in the Thirty Years War. As he rolled the cubes of ice around in his half-emptied glass of gin and tonic, he felt like it was he who was going into battle.
He sat in a bar about a five-minute walk from Summer’s apartment in Shepherds Bush. She was waiting for him in eager anticipation – he knew this as half an hour earlier she had sent him yet another selfie that she claimed was taken as she was getting herself ready earlier. It showed simply her bare slender legs stretched out in front of her as she lay, it seemed, on her bed. She wasn’t behaving like she felt obliged to meet up with him, as he had expected. Nor did she seem like a woman dealing with the aftermath of a failed long-term relationship, as Mya had said she was. Or maybe she was. Rick felt that he was learning increasingly over the past few days that he knew very little about women and what went on in their heads.
He took a large sip of the gin and considered ordering another. This was such unknown territory for him. He had never slept with two different women in the space of a month, let alone a week! He checked his watch. Eight o’clock, he was due there now. His phone buzzed and he half-hoped it would be Mya, saying she’d changed her mind and that she didn’t want him to go through with it after all, that she wanted him to come and see her instead. But it was from Summer, another picture message. An even more tuzla escort revealing shot? No, it was a picture of two full champagne flutes. No need for the second G&T then. He pushed himself away from the bar and slid off the stool.
The walk to Summer’s place took more like two minutes, and before he knew it he was standing in front of the entrance to a modern apartment block. He checked the text she’d sent with her address attached and pressed number eighty-three on the intercom. His legs were shaking, his heart thumping in his chest.
XXX
Rick would be arriving at Summer’s around now. She had a pretty good idea of what lay in store for him, as Summer had discussed her plans with her, and showed her pics of her sex shop spree. He was a lucky boy – she had never seen or heard Summer so excited, so adventurous. He wouldn’t know what had hit him if she managed to do half of what she planned to with him.
She poured herself another glass of wine, had a quick flick through Summer’s texts, imagining Rick’s face as he saw those outfits unveiled, imagining his cock getting hard. Her breasts were still a little sensitive from the vigorous attention they’d received the other morning, and as she imagined Summer releasing that proud erection from his pants, she could feel her nipples swelling, pushing rather painfully against the lace of her bra.
Shit, she didn’t want to be getting horny thinking about Rick and his cock! She opened her emails, looking for some idle distraction.
The third email in her inbox immediately caught her eye. It was a reply to her email alert to the group. She hadn’t really anticipated any responses. She quickly pictured in her mind the circle round the campfire, working out where in the sequence of girls the reply had come from. Yep, of course, that figured.
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From: [email protected]
To: Mya
Subject: Re: Clever, or just lucky?
Hi Mya love
Thanks for your email. Hope ur well. Certainly sounds like ur enjoying yourself!!
Congrats on finding a man up to the challenge of our little game 🙂
Do you know if Summer is meeting up with him? Not sure if she’s still with Roger. It sounded a bit rocky when we all met up last. But I guess she might not want to if they are still together. Would be nice to know, obvs, as I’m next after her as it were in the line. Wouldn’t want to let the side down if she does do it and he guesses mine, so just wanted to get a cheeky heads-up on the sitch.
Hugs xxx
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She hadn’t really thought about that. About Rick progressing round the circle. When he had guessed, she’d just thought about him shagging Summer. He certainly had the right sort of mind to solve more of the riddles. She couldn’t see it happening though, and even if he did she was sure someone would soon bail out, saying it was just a silly game. But what if he did?
XXX
“Hello?” said a chirpy young female voice through the speaker.
“H…Hi, it’s Rick.” His mouth was so dry, he almost didn’t manage to blurt it out at all.
“Hey! Come on up!”
The door buzzed and he pushed it open. Eighty-three was on the sixth floor and as he travelled up in the lift he checked his breath. Of course, it smelled of gin more than anything else. He felt like a teenager on a first date. As he walked down the carpeted hallway he briefly contemplated turning around and leaving, but suddenly he found himself outside the door to apartment eighty-three. Taking a huge breath, he knocked.
The door flew open almost immediately and a stunning young woman stood in front of him wearing a long black lace robe that was virtually see-through. Underneath it he could make out a bra and panties, and stockings. And lots of bare flesh, the underwear was skimpy to say the least. With the high heels she was wearing, she was almost his height, and she reached up just a little to peck him on the cheek.
“Come in. So glad you could make it!” She sounded like he had turned up for a house-warming party with dozens of other guests already having arrived.
“Sorry, I meant to bring a bottle.” That’s why the walk from the bar had been so quick, he had meant to stop off at an off-licence on the way.
“Don’t be silly! We’ve got everything we need right here!” And she spun round and from a hall table grabbed the champagne glasses he’d seen in the text message and handed him one.
“Just relax and make yourself at home. We’re through here.” She led the way into her bedroom, which had softer lighting than the entrance hall, provided by a dozen or so candles flickering here and there. He realised he was being pretty useless and thought ‘I’m here now, I’m in her bedroom, this is happening, so get with it’. He took hold of her, pulling her gently towards him.
“You look gorgeous. Absolutely amazing,” he whispered and pendik escort bent to kiss her on her mouth. She threw her arms around his neck and her tongue thrust back to meet his. They stood kissing for a few moments before she broke away and said, “Sit down, baby.”
She nodded towards a leather tub armchair to one side of the bed. He did as he was told and sat in it, and she stood in front of him, pulling slowly at the sash of her robe. As it came undone she turned her back to him, slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it slither to the floor, gathering around her high heels.
“Oh fuck!” he couldn’t help from blurting out. He was staring straight at her perfect round ass, absolutely bare save from a tiny thong that ran up between her buttocks. She turned slowly, clearly very pleased with the effect she was having on him.
“You like?” she asked
“I do…I like very much,” was all he could manage. The black and pink looked perfect against her soft caramel skin.
She pirouetted for him briefly, then bent forward and slowly stroked the backs of her thighs, above her lace stocking tops, before spinning around to face him again, and then sitting back onto the bed. Slowly, inch by inch, she opened her legs. He was mesmerised, and he was sure that was exactly the reaction she wanted.
She lay back and lifted her legs up now, so that they were spread wide, her knees up, her heels digging into the duvet. He was just staring straight at the tiny patch of pink satin framed in black lace that covered her pussy, less than a few feet in front of him.
“I’m feeling a little under dressed here baby. Why don’t you take your jeans and t-shirt off?” she purred as fingers lazily traced lines up her thighs towards her crotch, as if she needed to draw his attention to it! He was stripped down to his boxers in a flash, and sat back down in the chair.
“Hmmm… that’s a little better,” she murmured, her fingernails now stroking her satin-covered pussy, tracing the crease of her wet sex through her panties. Then one hand slipped beneath the flimsy fabric, and he watched as her fingers busied themselves, hidden from his view. He could see the imprint of her knuckles pressing against the satin as she played with herself, and knew when they disappeared that her fingers were inside her. She was moving her fingers in and out slowly, really taking her time. His cock was pushing up hard against his boxers and he started to stroke it through them. Summer smiled as he did so. She was keeping her head up, watching him all the time as she played with herself.
“I’d like to see it,” she said quietly.
Pulling his boxers down he let his cock spring out, taking it in his hand and slowly wanking it, at the same languid pace that her fingers were slipping in and out of her sex.
“Mmmm…. that is a nice cock…. I want you to put that everywhere…. in my pussy…. in my mouth,” as she said this she extracted her hand from inside her panties and licked slowly on her juice-covered fingers before slipping her hand back again, “….mmmm… and… and I want you to fuck me in the arse too, with your beautiful cock… would that be ok?”
“I’ll fuck you wherever you want,” he said. His cock was oozing so much pre-cum watching this stunning woman pleasuring herself that his hand was getting sticky.
Her hand was out of her panties again, this time though her fingers, glistening with juice, were pointing towards him as she offered them to him to taste. He sprang forward and took them in his mouth, sucking them clean.
“God you taste good,” he said softly.
“I’m glad you like it… because I want your tongue in me now,” she replied, her hand gently pushing the back of his head, urging him towards her pussy as with the other hand she pulled her panties to one side. He needed no further bidding as he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and thrust his tongue deep inside her, lapping at her juices as he did so. He had never known a woman as wet as this before he’d even started licking her. He was swallowing her juices as they collected in his mouth and coated his tongue. For a very brief moment he thought about her tattoo, just millimetres from his face but still covered by her panties. That was, after all, what had brought him here, but he had no strong desire to see it revealed, and would have been happy to stay here eating her sweet pussy all night.
He licked slowly around her clit, flicking it with her tongue as she moaned out loud and pushed her hips up towards his hungry mouth. He took it in her mouth and sucked gently on it, then rolled it between his teeth, giving it tiny little nips that made her squeal and squirm. But he could tell she loved it as she spread herself wide for him with her fingers. He slipped two of his own fingers inside her, twisting and turning them as he thrust them in and out, as he continued teasing and flicking at her clit with his tongue.
Her pussy juices were flowing down, between her buttocks, and he pulled one of his fingers out of her pussy and pressed it up against her asshole, sticky and slick with pussy juice. His finger slipped in easily first time it was so well lubricated, and soon he had one finger in her ass and another in her pussy, finger fucking them both at the same time, sliding them in and out as fast as he could.