My first experience with a hidden camera…

We had agreed I would take a hidden camera with me in my handbag. This meant that Bob would be able to see me in all aspects of my life.

I loved the idea of this as it meant I would be being watched when I wasn’t aware of it – although potentially I could be being watched all the time. Just the idea of this turned me on and so on that first day I was already fairly aroused before I even got going.

We planned that I would go shopping in the normal way. I needed some new underwear as Bob liked the wear-n-tear variety – the sort to removed with teeth – the disadvantage being it didn’t last long…..

A new branch of Contessa had opened locally and I made it my first stop. It’s an amazing place but the shop assistants can be a bit intimidating and stuck up. I have always had a theory about women who fit bras….. today might be the day that I got to test that theory.

It turned out to be promisng from the start as the shop was quiet and the older assistant was the one to usher me into the fitting room, once I had made a few initial selections.
She took charge immediately. She said, “Try this bra on for size, I will them measure you and sort out the fitting that will suit you best. Will you be wanting to buy sets? We have knickers that go with that bra.”

I put the handbag on a chair next to the mirror, angled so the picture would include most of what went on.

The assistant stood back as I removed my old bra and put on the new one. It was strange to be watched by another woman, who paid particular attention to my breasts. It was also arousing, more so since I knew Bob would be watching this.

Once I got the shoulder straps in place the assistant came over. She said, “I need to check the fit and I will do that by settling each breast into the cup.” With that she put a hand into the bra and cupped one of my breasts. She had very soft skin and touched me very gently. She brushed my nipple, whether by design or accident I don’t know, but the effect was immediate. That nipple hardened.
She made eye contact and raised an eyebrow, I blushed. “That seems to fit quite nicely, but I will need to take measurements – so why don’t you slip that off,” she said.

I did that and stood facing the mirror, now naked to the waist. She came and stood behind me – so she was looking into my eyes via the mirror. For some reason I found that a turn on and had a ‘nervous – lick my lips – moment’ – her eyes seemed a bit hypnotic and I found myself repeating the lip licking as she held eye contact.
I had my arms crossed in front of my breasts and she said, “I need to take your base chest measurement so you’ll have to hold out your arms.”

I put my arms out as instructed and she leaned round me to put the tape measure in place just below my breasts, as she did this the back of her hands brushed each nipple. Knowing that Bob was watching this ramped the whole thing up and I couldn’t control a shudder as this happened. By this time my nipples were as big as I’ve ever seen them and my breasts were aching.
After she wrote down that measurement she explained that she needed to do the same but across my breasts to work out the correct cup size. This time her fingers actually caressed my nipples whilst moving tape into place across them.

I gave another shudder and felt the effects lower down as a vaginal spasm drove some juice through my knickers onto my inner thighs.
The assistant did not react to any of this round of changes to my body, though she seemed to be doing a thorough job of measuring me.

She had several bras and selected one, “This will fit beautifully, try it on now,” she said.
She was right, it was lovely. I looked at myself in the mirror and she came to stand behind me again. “Now, what about the knickers – would you like to try those?” she asked. I nodded and she said, “Better slip that skirt off and I’ll find the matching pair.”

I knew this was make or break time, the wet patch in my knickers would be all too apparent. Was this the moment to test my theory? I couldn’t wimp out now as Bob would be watching. “So here goes,” I thought as I unzipped my skirt and put it on the chair next to my bag.

I glanced into the mirror and sure enough there was a wet patch that had spread up to the point where my pussy goes vertical – the mound. She wasn’t going to miss that.

So there I was, nipples hard, breasts engorged and clearly fully aroused, standing in front of the mirror. The assistant turned back from sorting through pairs of knickers, with one pair in her hand. In the mirror I saw her eyes pan down my body to take in the wet patch and she licked her lips.
Before I could say anything she sank to her knees and turned me through 90 degrees to face her, so we were in profile to the mirror. Hr face was level with my mound and she reached up to gently scratch it briefly with a fingernail. I groaned as she traced the wet patch with her nail and then found the gap between my labia. She pushed one finger into the gap and ran it up and down its entire length making the fabric wick up more of my juice.
As her finger ran over the tip of my clit I had a massive shudder that make my breasts shake.

“Well,” she said, “what are we going to do about this – I can’t possibly let you try on our knickers when you are so wet.”
I assumed that was a rhetorical question, she was fully in control of what happened to me – I was so aroused I’d probably have done anything she told me.
She started to pull down my knickers, I spread my legs to let that happen and looked at myself in the mirror. I could clearly see my clit protruding beyond my labia silhouetted against the light.

I watched as she drew me towards her, her tongue came out to meet my clit and then I saw it disappear into her mouth. The sensation of her gently sucking it was nearly lost in the reaction it triggered….. vaginal spasm, all-over body shudder and a load groan. She pulled me harder into her face as she started to fuck me with her tongue. I could hear the noises made, slurping and squelching – I was so wet. I wanted this so much that I arched towards her and….. held her head with my hands. I couldn't help myself thrusting in time with her tongue.

The noises I was making were getting louder and more inarticulate. The tension was building and I could feel the spasms getting closer together. It was so good that I never wanted it to stop but I was too aroused for it to continue much longer – I arched even further back and my leg muscles tensed, this pressure created another spasm that took me over the edge. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract, I grunted as each shudder became stronger and then my knees buckled as I squirted into her mouth. There was juice everywhere, all over her face, down my legs, on the floor. She lowered me to the floor and carried on, her mouth on my clit and her fist up my vagina. She quickly found my G-spot and gave me an incredible vaginal orgasm. This time I bucked and thrust my hips and screamed.

Neither of us had heard the door open and it was probably five minutes before either of us realised the shop manager was watching from the doorway.

“Well done, Miss Jones, its good to see you are giving added value in your customer service.”

I will probably make that my shop of choice for underwear in future.

What could happen in sharing a taxi……

I was waiting in the queue for a taxi and an older woman came over to me and asked if I wanted to share hers. We were going to destinations near each other and I accepted as there have been stories of lone women being kidnapped by unscrupulous taxi drivers.

I put my handbag on the pull down seat and settled back onto the comfortable seat to face forward, next to my companion. We exchanged chitchat and I told her that I was working towards being creative – in textiles or design. She commented on the skirt I was wearing and leaned forward to feel the fabric.

“It is so soft and silky – I bet it feels great against the skin,” she said and as she did so she pinched a small fold of the fabric and rubbed it against her inner arm. As she let go of the fabric her hand brushed against the knee that had been exposed by the movement of the skirt.

My body’s reaction was instantaneous – my nipples hardened and stuck out through my shirt. This wasn’t surprising really as I knew Bob would be watching via the camera in my bag and as my nipples reacted I looked up to see if the taxi driver had noticed anything. In the mirror I saw him looking back at me and he winked – so he was watching as well – this made me feel really hot.

My companion looked at my nipples and then back to my legs. She said, “This fabric only works if you don’t shave your legs – do you?”
In reply, I shook my head. She leaned forward again and ran one hand up my calf to the knee. When I didn’t move away she carried on up my inner thigh, “Mmm,” she said, “your legs are really smooth.”

She pushed the fabric all the way up to my waist and ran her fingers up and down my inner thighs. It felt amazing. She gently pushed me back into the seat and held my face in her hands. She traced a finger along my upper lip and then across the lower one. “Lick your lips,” she said. As I did so she slipped a finger into my mouth and my instinctive reaction was to suck it. I don’t know why it happens but my vagina reacted to that sensation with a massive contraction – so much so that it made my upper body move.

She took her now wet finger and ran it over one of my already hard nipples. I groaned and put my head back. As I did so I made eye contact with the driver again. This time he licked his lips. I though of Bob doing that and got more turned on.
My companion then pulled up my shirt to see what impact her actions were having on my breasts. They were all goosepimply with arousal and she leaned down and took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it gently. That made me moan louder – it was delicious.

At this point I had given control to my companion - she could feel and hear me getting more excited and so must have realised that I was the submissive and willing partner. She moved her attention to my legs and pressed one hand against my mound, “Open your legs wider,” she ordered. They responded of their own volition. “Good,” she said as she pulled my knickers down. I arched my bum away from the seat so she could do this and as I did so my body shuddered in anticipation.
She brushed fingertips against my labia and slipped a finger into my slit to feel my clit. She nodded as she found it was already hard and wet.

She said to me, “You want it, don’t you?” When I nodded my reply she said, “After me…… you have give me an orgasm first.”

She pushed me off the seat so that I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, my back to the camera and the driver’s gaze. My skirt was tucked up around my waist so I was naked from there on down.

She pulled up her skirt to reveal a neat Brazilian barely covered by a lacy thong. She pulled the lace to one side and opened her legs fully – I could see her clit was fully erect, the pink tip protruding from a darker hood. Bob would be having a good view of this as well – I wondered if he was comparing us.
She grasped my head and pulled me towards her. To reach her I had to come up on all fours giving those watching a very clear view of my secret places. Bob had never photographed me so the view he was getting now would be a first –the camera has a powerful lens so for all I knew my clit or vagina could be filling the screen. That was a massive turn on for me – I had a shudder that would have been only too visible, I could feel my juice flooding out and wicking its way across my skin.

As my head was thrust into my companion’s lap I felt her clit press on my lips. I opened my mouth and started to suck gently. She responded by thrusting strongly against me. “Put your tongue in my vagina,” she ordered and as I did so she increased the pace and depth of the thrusts and held my head firmly so my tongue would penetrate to its full depth and she could grind her clit against my face. I could hear her groans and feel her vagina getting engorged. Gradually the taste and viscosity of her juice changed as she approached her orgasm.

What I wasn’t really aware of was that my body was showing changes of its own. My vagina and all the skin around it had gone darker as blood filled all the vessels near the surface, my clit was really hard and stuck up clear of my outer labia and from time to time the vaginal and urethral muscles would spasm to cause both to open wider.

The taxi driver had abandoned driving and was watching both of us avidly. Finally he decided that being a spectator wasn’t enough and he opened a door to slide in to sit on the floor beside me. This meant he could reach to touch me but also be able to see at close hand what was happening to me.
The first I knew of this was a breeze across my vulva and my breasts being stroked. I could do nothing about this as I was clamped in place on my companion’s pussy and she was riding me to her orgasm.

Suddenly all hell broke loose as she orgasmed – shuddering, squealing and juice everywhere. I sucked and licked – it was so sweet. But the driver’s actions were making themselves felt and were adding to my arousal. He moved back, reached between my legs, gently took my clit between his finger and thumb and started to roll it.

That was it – I was gone. The ripples started in my vagina and spread out like those in a pond – forwards to my clit and backwards to my anus. The muscle spasms forced the juice out in spurts as my vagina and urethra opened and closed. The taxi driver jerked back in surprise as he got showered – juice landed on his shoulder as well my handbag.

“That was a better tip than I was expecting,” he said to me as we reached my destination. He handed me my handbag, not realising that the whole journey was on record….

My companion winked at me, from behind his shoulder; she, Bob and I make a great team.

Another idea from Bob

By the lake…

We’d agreed to meet at the lake to watch the 4th of July fireworks but Bob had a special request – that I start without him and he would be watching but from where I wouldn’t be able to see him - only a short distance away – to protect me.

I might be weird but I have to confess that I find the idea of being watched and not knowing really hot.

We have a special place we often go to – secluded but at the shoreline. Here the grass is short but thick and lush – great for putting the rug on.

I was to strip off and play with myself until Bob joined in. To raise the anticipation Bob suggested that I keep my eyes closed and he wouldn’t say anything – just like being strangers. I knew I could trust him, ‘cos Bob is a reliable kind of a guy.

The fireworks were due to start at 9 pm – as dusk was falling – so I arrived at our place at 7 pm. Bob had already been there as the rug was laid out and the white wine was cooling in the ice bucket. ‘What a sweetie,’ he’d splashed out and bought some imported Chablis – my favourite.

I looked around but couldn’t see him – but I knew he wouldn’t be far away.
I knelt on the rug and started to caress my breasts – I knew Bob would really enjoy that. I got an ice cube from the wine cooler and rubbed my nipples through my shirt. This made them really stand out – it felt great as though there was a string from each nipple to my pussy and as I applied the ice it pulled the strings. I ran the cube around my areolas until they puckered and the whole area tingled. It felt amazing and was really turning me on.

I pulled my shirt over my head – I knew Bob would love this as it makes my breasts look even bigger. The ice really firmed them up and they were really sensitive. There was a slight breeze blowing and this caressed my breasts – making me even hornier.
I wanted to tear off the rest of my clothes but I’d promised Bob a show so instead I worked my short skirt up my thighs so my knickers were visible. I spread my thighs so the crotch of my knickers could be seen and Bob would have a good view.
At that point I heard a rustling in the bushes and I thought Bob might be changing position to get a better view. I hoped he was on the lookout for poison ivy as I assumed he would be stroking his big cock by now.
Yumm, that was a lovely thought that was getting me even hotter – and wet – I could feel the juice starting to soak though my knickers and knew there would be a damp patch visible.
I started to scratch a couple of fingernails across the damp patch and it quickly became soaking as my clit started to react to the stimulation. I sucked my fingers – I tasted so sweet. I couldn’t help groaning at this point. I was imagining Bob doing this to me and pictured him slipping his length up me.

I was beginning to get seriously aroused and starting to wonder when Bob was going to join me when I heard quite a loud rustle.

I couldn’t wait, I was so hot and wet….

Things started very gently – I felt air being blown on the back of my neck and down my spine – it was unbelievably arousing and it made me shudder all the way down to my pussy. Then I felt a tongue running up where the air had been blown – this made me arch my back and shudder again. The tongue traced a wet path across my shoulders and down my front – across one breast and down to my waist. The front of my skirt was unbuttoned and the fabric pulled away. Air was blown between my legs and that started such a huge shudder that I lost my balance and sat back. I felt my knickers being pulled down and air blown on my clit – that was so fantastic that I started to convulse – the beginning of my orgasm.
Then it got even better as I felt the tongue tip tickling my tummy and working its way to my slit. I arched up against it and reached heaven as it slipped between my lips, swirled around my clit and dipped into my vagina. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go.
I was nearly at orgasm and begging to be fucked.

“All in good time,” I heard a woman’s voice say. Shocked, I opened my eyes. I hadn’t recognised the voice but immediately knew the face – it was Ellen, Bob’s boss’ wife. She looked up at me from between my legs, gave my clit another kiss and said, ”You looked good enough to eat when we saw you in the restaurant and I’ve been nagging Jim to arrange a get together ever since that night.” She added, “You taste as good as you look – I want to give you an orgasm with my tongue but I wanted you to know it was me.”

I looked beyond her and sure enough there were Bob and Jim, both smiling broadly, dicks at attention.
I could see Ellen had been enjoying being watched as she sucked me – her thighs were wet with her juice and I could see her clit peeping out of her neatly trimmed pussy. She took my hand and put it between her legs and said, “Shall we cum while the boys watch?” As I slid all four fingers up Ellen’s vagina I looked across at Bob. He grinned and winked back, “Go for it,” he said.
I know Bob loves to see me on all fours – he says it gives him a great view of my vagina when I cum – it also means he can see me squirt. So I moved over Ellen and spread my legs so that my knees were level with her ears, as I lowered my face to her pussy I arched my back and this pushed my clit out. She lifted her face to suck it.
Jim whistled and commented, “You were right Bob, what a fantastic view.”

Bob and Jim didn’t have long to wait. Ellen had done such a good job that I started to orgasm almost immediately. Jim hadn’t seen anything like this before and couldn’t stop himself giving a commentary…”Would you look at that.. I can see her vagina opening and closing, I can see the ripples the muscles are making, look at her go – she’s squirting!”
By this point I was bucking and thrusting into Ellen’s face and squealing with passion as I had an earth shattering first orgasm.
It had all been too much for Jim and I felt his cum spatter onto my back. I could see as I looked around that Bob was made of sterner stuff but there was pre-cum all over his fingers – showing he wasn’t that far off.

I wanted to see if I could make Ellen squirt so moved next to her, lifted her knees and then spread her legs as far as they would go. I took her clit in my mouth and started to finger fuck her. She was nearly ready from the good sucking I had been giving her. With my fingers I could feel her orgasm starting to build.
Jim was in seventh heaven as he had a really good view of Ellen’s pussy – he started to encourage her, “Oh yes, darling; let me see your pussy, push up for me, I can see it working, com’on, sweetie,” She began to arch up against my fingers that were thrusting deeply into her vagina. Her muscles were starting to ripple and I could feel her vaginal walls starting to swell against my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and alternately nibbled and pinched her clit instead. This drove her even further towards meltdown. Suddenly she arched her back and screamed “I’m cumming,” everything shuddered and I heard Jim shout, “You are squirting, come on girl; shit - I’m ready for you again.”
At this point it was only Bob who hadn’t cum, I could hear him moaning softly as he stroked his prick. I backed towards him on all fours and pushed myself at him – I know he loves this as he says he can get his cock in really deeply. There was so much pre-cum and juice that it slid it to the hilt in one smooth move. Bob groaned loudly and he started to thrust, gently at first and then more strongly – as he pulled out nearly all the way and then rammed it back in so far that his balls slapped against me. It was fantastic – he was so turned on that his dick completely filled me and I could feel the head pushing past my cervix. As it went in and out the head brushed my G-spot and that set me off. Another orgasm started and my muscle contractions did for Bob, who yelled, “Yes, yes, I’m cumming.”

We collapsed onto the rug just in time to see Jim and Ellen cumming as well, as the rockets painted their pictures in the sky.

This was a fourth of July to remember……

The risks of day dreaming on the train

I was on the train today, it was very crowded so I stood in a doorway facing the door and away from all the people jammed in behind me. It was going to be a very hot day and so I was wearing a cotton tee shirt with quite a low neck and a flared linen skirt.

Picture it....

I’m day dreaming to take me away from the pain of commuting and my mind goes back to ~M’s blog. She is describing how she gives herself pleasure from playing with another woman. This is a very arousing image and I replay in my mind what she is doing to that woman. It isn’t long before I become that woman and I feel her undressing me on that sofa – her hands firmly but gently pulling the shirt over my head, no words spoken but I know what she wants and I want it too, but I don’t – its weird.

Anyway, in my day dream, I’m now naked and ~M starts to run the tips of her fingers across my tummy, down my legs, up my thighs. At this point I know I’m not supposed to react but I can’t help shuddering a little as the feeling is so delicious. My legs spread, they are controlling themselves or ~M is controlling them – remotely – now that’s really arousing.

She brushes her fingers across my mound and I have to bite my lip not to make a sound, She slips her fingers into my slit and looks hard at me. I know I’m not supposed to be wet but it is so amazing.

She takes off her clothes and we are now both naked. She lies across me and presses her thigh into my pussy, her hand is still there and this presses it even harder onto my clit and some fingers slip up my vagina. The juice just pours out of me now – I look imploringly at ~M as I know that is not what should happen. Only she is supposed to orgasm but I’m so close. I don’t want to anger her but I have no self control when I’m around her.

A noise penetrates my dream….and I feel a breath on my neck. A voice whispers from behind me…. “What a lovely orgasmic blush – let me help you” as I feel fingers insinuating themselves between my upper thighs and past the thong I’m wearing. At the same time I feel another hand slip up my shirt and caress my already engorged nipples.
I can’t separate fantasy and reality as I’m pulled back onto the hand now pinching and squeezing my clit. “What a hot, wet, desperate pussy you have,” the voice says as the hand increases the pressure and speed of its rubbing. I can’t resist, all I want now is an orgasm and I’d probably do anything to have one.
Fingers slip up my vagina as a thumb continues to pull and push the hood of my clit. At this point I’m gone and I start to thrust back onto the fingers up my willing vagina as the juice flows down my thighs. I moan as my orgasm overtakes me. I shudder and my vaginal spasms grip the fingers fiercely. Suddenly the fingers are withdrawn and I realise that the train has reached its final station stop and is beginning to empty of passengers.

I leave the train rather shakily – still none the wiser about my benefactor. Could it be ~M having taken pity on me or was it a man who really understood about what visual signs women give about their arousal.
I will have to be more careful when I day dream… or should I?

I try to remember which carriage it was, so I can choose or avoid it next time....

What would you do?

Big Bob watches and plays……?

Bob and I have been getting on really well – he sends me pictures…. which is great. This is his idea……

This takes place at Bob’s favourite restaurant. Unfortunately he lives 4 hours from the coast – so its not freshly caught soft shell crab cakes as the special.

We go to the restaurant quite often and so we get a stall at the back – with long bench seats set in a U shape. It’s pretty private, except for another stall on the opposite side of the room.

We were there last night, both of us feeling randy – Bob’s been away on business rather a lot lately – more's the pity….

I was wearing my favourite dress – slinky black velour with a fitting top and flared skirt. It is a very sensual fabric; it slithers across your skin. I know I look good in it – so good in fact that I can make Bob get a hard on just by rubbing the fabric up and down on my knee; and he’s quite a picky bloke.

We were seated before the evening rush began, Bob was in a playful mood and proposed a bet. As usual I agreed – I’m a control freak but there’s something about Bob’s bets – they are risky but I know I’m safe with him – and he knows how far he can push it….
I know I complain about him sometimes – he can be a bit of a Homer around the house – but he’s a diamond geezer.

Anyway – the bet is – enough said – I lost – I always do, I don’t know how he manages it….

My forfeit was to take off my knickers and drop them on the floor, by the table. I kissed Bob to show that just this time I would do what he asked. He took the opportunity to stroke my knees – he knows that I love that – and he whispered in my ear, “And when the waiter bends down to pick them up give him a flash of your pussy.”
I find it really sexy to be whispered to, it tickles my ear and makes me shiver – so I was already in the mood for a little naughtiness.

I did as he asked. My knickers were white silk French ones – with frilly legs. So they slipped off easily. I put them on the table and as the waitress came over I pushed them on to the floor. She bent down, as I knew she would and I quickly lifted my dress, spread my legs and started to finger myself – she would have had a grandstand view. She shot upright and licked her lips as she caught my eye and handed the knickers to me. I smiled a long slow smile at her as I put my fingers in my mouth.

Her voice came out as a squeak as she asked us for our drink order. Fortunately Bob did not do his usual thing and ask for a ‘long slow comfortable screw against the wall’ – we had imported beers. She hurried off and a short time later the waiter arrived – this time he dropped his cloth and I gave him a quick show. He took longer to stand up and Bob gave him a wink.

The two shows turned me on big time and I was starting to get a little wet. Bob already had a hard on as he could see me in all my glory (naked from the waist down) from his vantage point next to me on the bench seat.
He added to my arousal by leaning over and gently stroking my nipples.

It was then that I noticed the stall across the room was occupied by a couple a little older than us. The man waved at us and Bob waved back. “That’s Jim, he’s my new boss,” he said, “he’s great.” I waved to the wife and she smiled broadly.

I wondered how long they had been there; they didn’t look shocked so I assumed they had just got there.

Our meal arrived, Bob’s favourite – filet steak, baked potato with sour cream and chives and a side salad, I had New York strip as the place didn’t have a seafood alternative. We chose a Duplin burgundy, as we both like soft red wine with beef.

We suspended the bet until we had eaten the meal. But with coffee it was back on with a vengeance. I rolled up my dress as the waiter came to clear our plates – to his credit he didn’t drop anything but I could see that controlling his erection was making it difficult for him to walk normally.

I said to Bob that I needed to use the loo and went towards it. I passed the waiter outside and he winked at me – I smiled back – enigmatically I hoped. The waitress was washing her hands, I stood beside her at the washbasin, she looked into my eyes in the mirror. She reached up and stroked me behind the ear very softly. I gasped, it was arousing and I couldn’t help leaning towards her. She turned me to face her. As she kissed my mouth I trembled with excitement. She put her tongue in her mouth and I was surprised but it only took me an infinitesimal amount time before I responded by sucking on it. That opened the floodgate for me – she pulled me towards her and pressed my mound through my dress as she kissed me deeply. As she let go and pulled back I groaned. I was incapable of independent action.
She took my hand and led me back to our table.

She sat down in the corner of the U and pulled me next to her. Bob was sat at the opposite end and could see both of us clearly

She lifted my skirt and stroked my inner thighs – I was so wet and excited I open my legs as far as they would go – Bob chuckled – showing his delight at the show. She pushed her hand into my slit and started to work my clit. I rested against the back of the bench and pushed my pussy forwards to give her better access. As I did so I noticed that the couple sitting opposite were looking intently at me – that turned me on even more and I started to thrust my pussy at her hand. She got the message and slid 4 fingers, through the gathering juice, up my vagina. Her thumb rubbed my swollen clit as her fingers gave me a good fucking. I passed the point of no return and started to thrust back in earnest. She had her hand jammed between her legs, under her uniform. Bob wanted to be part of the action and had slid along the bench to rub my breasts. I pulled his head down so he could suck my nipples. It was very short time to my orgasm and Bob acted swiftly – he stuffed a napkin in my mouth so I wouldn’t draw attention to us by screaming the place down – I have very noisy orgasms.

This was my trigger, his permission for me to let go.

That orgasm was mega – the full shuddering, convulsing, squelching, juice-squirting event. I fell against our waitress and kissed her cheek. As she took her hand from my pussy Bob leaned over me and licked my juice off it.

While he did this I glanced over at the other stall to see Bob’s boss, his wife and the waiter looking on at us with broad smiles on their faces. Jim’s wife applauded quietly. At that point she wrote something on a napkin and motioned for the waiter to bring it over to our table.

The message said, “That was lovely, my dear, I hope you will let us join in next time – we loved it so much the meal is on us – please accept. P.S. there’s a big tip for the waitress for such excellent service.”

I looked back, smiled and nodded.

I could sense that Bob was ready to leave for home – he was like a bear with a sore head if he had to wait too long to give me a good fucking. I fully expected to have to wear the waitress uniform when I got home.

That is one restaurant we will be going back to…….

Watched and watching…

Last night an amazing thing happened….
I had been discussing various aspects of a story on my blog – with the person it was intended for.
We got around – quite quickly – to the bits I had found arousing – my answer was immediate and clear – being watched by a third party during a sex act.

We explored that idea for a while and I confessed to getting wet just thinking about what I had written – at some distance from that writing – I didn’t re-read it for example.
The other person turned the conversation to my arousal and suggested re-enacting the story with a slight twist.

I was feeling really turned on and so I agreed.

The scenario was proposed by my correspondent and the story commenced – it was very hot ….
The correspondent is watching, I’m being stroked by a third person.

Shit… I’m getting wet just writing this….. no hope for me…

And that was it – two messages and I’m gone. I couldn’t cope with my arousal. I signed off with some drivel about having a meeting the next day. I immediately went to bed and had the most amazing masturbation.

What was fascinating was that, during this experience, the third party has disappeared. My overwhelming feeling - I was being watched by the correspondent, my masturbation was a performance solely for that person.

I imagined that I was being told – “X is watching you” – every time that went through my head I had a vaginal spasm and all the muscles contracted.

This was my performance….

“I can see you watching,

I’m rubbing my clit for you, when I tense my leg muscles my hips rise and that pushes my clit up between my fingers.

“You can see my vaginal opening and the juice coming out.

“You can see that I’m making little thrusting movements by tensing my legs.

“You can see the pre-orgasmic sexual flush moving up my breasts to my neck.

“You can see me using two fingers, one above the other below my clit. That I am moving those fingers a bit like walking.

“You can hear my ragged breathing and me speaking your name.

I’m also imagining that this person is imagining watching me, as we have just ended the chat and that was an amazing turn on.

Then the watcher says…. “ Cum for me, just for me, now.” and I have 4 gut wrenching, shuddering orgasms.

The genders of the people involved seem to be irrelevant – so what does that say about me? – apart from being as randy as a tic!

And by the way, I had repeat performances – at dawn and just before I got up this morning,

Revisiting my sexuality

I was brought back to the reality of the question of my sexuality again today - by a trip to the city. May be this was brought on by thinking about this fantasy......

This is for a lively lady who has been courageous enough to talk to me about her fantasies. They are delicious and have been the inspiration for the following story. This was wonderful to write – I got wet instantly and I’m the same way now – my clit is hard and my vagina is swollen. I keep having those amazing contractions of my vaginal muscles that go forward to my clit, back to my anus and up my vagina to my tummy button – they also make me groan out loud – so I have to be careful who is listening.

I digress – it happened today on the train. I was sitting in a double seat behind a young woman working on her laptop. She had a loose silk blouse over a cotton T-shirt. As she worked I could see her upper body reflected in her computer screen. She typed away for a while with both hands – then she stopped, thinking about what she had written, I expect. As she mused, she scrolled up and down the document and I noticed that she was gently rubbing her breast . Only I could see this as her hand was hidden from passers-by by her blouse. Her nipple hardened as I watched – she never even knew I was there. That was delicious and I had to press my thighs together to stop the tingling – I had a massive shudder/contraction seeing that.

Today was also a good day for short skirts – best ever – white broderie anglaise lace mini skirt with thigh high black suede boots – I nearly followed her off the train to watch her go up the escalator. What a treat - bare legs, black suede and white lace.

Anyway back to the story…

I’ve started going to the gym and working out. I’m lucky that my husband’s company have a gym for staff in their main building and wives can use it. I usually go in the daytime, as it is quieter.
Last Monday I had done a work out and was getting undressed to have a shower.
The changing room is fairly spartan – benches to sit on, hooks for towels and clothes, basins with large mirrors over and large shower cubicles with glass doors – so it’s all in together.

I had taken off all my clothes prior to having a shower. I was hot and sweaty; I had had a good workout – rowing machine, treadmills and weights. I might not have drunk enough water, as I was feeling a bit thirsty.
Still, I felt that warm tingly satisfaction of having got all the muscles working. As I put my towel around my shoulders to go to the shower I was suddenly hit by cramp in my left thigh.

It was agony and I yelped. There were two women in the changing room with me, and they both came over to see what was wrong. “Cramp,” I said pointing to my thigh.
One of them said, “Would you like me to help – I’m good at massage.”

“Oh, yes, please,” I groaned. I had forgotten I was naked…….I was in such pain.

She sat on the bench in front of me and gripped my thigh firmly – “Is that the place?” she asked.

I nodded.

She started to kneed my flesh, she pressed really hard to get the blood flowing to take the damaged muscle cells away, she alternated hard pushes with soft strokes. It was this that I suddenly became aware of. My mound was level with her face and about only 18 inches from it.

As the pain lessened my arousal grew. She was stroking my inner thigh about 2 inches from my sex.

“Are you OK?” she asked “only you are looking a bit spaced out.” She glanced up at her friend who had been watching the whole thing intently.
“What do you think, B?” she enquired. Her friend nodded.

I mumbled that I was fine but that the pain was a bit difficult to cope with. She took this as a request to carry on with the massage.

She said, “I think I’ll need to loosen the muscles above and below this area – are you OK with that?”

Again I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

She started to stroke and rub the muscles above my knee, then carried on pushing and stroking up my thigh. She brushed her hand against my labia and I jumped and shuddered – she clearly wasn’t aware of what she had done, but it was too much for my fevered body – a standing wave started at my clit and went back through my vagina. I whimpered. My juice started to leak out. My nipples stood up and I started to get that pre-orgasmic blush on my breasts and neck.
By this time I was trembling. I glanced overt to the mirror over the washbasin – I could see myself in profile – “Shit,” I thought, “I can see my clit sticking out between my labia.”

I looked back to B, she returned my glance and licked her lips. She looked down at my mound. She knew how aroused I was.

She must have taken that as a sign as she leaned over and squeezed my shoulder quite hard. That has always been a trigger for me – there must be a nerve ending that links to my vagina because as she gripped me I was hit by a huge jolt that went to my very core.
This completed the chain reaction, juice oozed out down my leg to where J was rubbing me. She paused for a second, and put her wet finger in her mouth and sucked gently and thoughtfully.
She looked up at me and said, ”Oh, you really need it don’t you?”

I shuddered and jolted, she was right, I was incredibly turned on, I wanted….what did I want… I was shocked… I wanted/needed.
/had to have her mouth on my clit and her tongue up my vagina.

I unconsciously leaned towards her. She took that as an affirmative and ran her finger along the dent between my labia, grazing my clit with her finger as she went.

I groaned and opened my legs as far as they would go. She bent forward and gently licked my clit.

I groaned, ”Yes, oh, yes.”

She took that as an instruction to go further and her thrust her tongue up my vagina. She alternated between tongue and fingers as I spasmed, thrust and shuddered with pleasure.

J sensed my orgasm wasn’t far off and speeded up the thrusting. I shuddered and tensed all my leg muscles. This pushed my clit even further into her mouth. I couldn’t help it I put my hands over her ears and pulled her face into my sex. I ground my clit into her face. This pushed me up and over the edge.

I screamed, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” and squirted juice all over her hands and T-shirt.

As I finished thrusting she gently licked my juice off her hands.

“Feeling better now? she asked….

She motioned to B and said “Time for our shower I think.” B nodded and they left me to wipe myself down and get cleaned up.

I wasn’t sure what to say to them when I saw them later – they sensed I was embarrassed and B said “I expect we’ll see you here next week.”

I nodded already thinking about the return match…..