Chapter 14

Saturday August 7 Saturday wasn't too bad. Had a chat with Debbie who asked if we would help her buy a car on the Sunday. Sunday August 8

Jon took me to the gym and really made me work hard. I had to wear my white lycra shorts and bikini top, AND my Ben Wa balls. It wasn't long before my pussy was soaking the shorts and I was glad that I didn't have any pubic hair to show through the then near transparent lycra. When it came to the exercise cycle Jon set the saddle quite high and I had to slide from side to side on it. Just as I was getting on a youth of about 16 or 17 came into the gym and started working out just in front of me. Within a minute of getting on the cycle I realised that Ben would be working overtime and that it wouldn't be long before I had an orgasm. I started sweating a lot more and I wasn't sure if it was because of the exercise or from my attempts to not cum.

I couldn't help it; I let out a slow moan that attracted the attention of the youth. He asked me if I was okay and then kept watching me after I managed to say, "yes - thank you." The orgasm was coming and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. I tried to pedal faster to try to hide my shaking as I started to cum. The expression on my face must have been amazing. The faster I pedalled the more I came. In the end I just stopped pedalling and collapsed onto the handlebars gasping for breath. The youth asked me if I was okay again. All I could manage to say was, "Oh yes."

That was one of the deepest orgasms that I've ever had. Getting myself off like that with a young man stood just in front of me, watching me, really turned me on. I don't know if he knew what was going on, but the bulge in his shorts told me that he'd enjoyed it. I decided that I'd try to remember to wear Ben every time that I go to the gym. When I'd calmed down I looked over to Jon who was also watching me and smiling.

From there we went to the pool where Jon told me to take Ben out. I'd never thought about taking them out under water. It wasn't as easy as when I'm stood on dry land, and it was fortunate that there were very few people in the pool.

I was glad of the cool water though it really made my nipples stick out. We didn't stay long there and went home to wait for Debbie. As we were driving to the first car showroom I told her about the gym. She'd never heard of Ben Wa balls so Jon promised to buy her some.

The first car place wasn't very promising. Firstly there weren't any cars that Debbie liked, and secondly the salesman was an old man that neither Debbie nor I fancied flashing our pussies at. We'd arranged it so that Debbie and me would go in and have a look round, then come out and tell Jon which car(s) she fancied. Jon would then go in and have a look at it / them and then come out and tell us what he thought. If he was happy then we'd go back in and start working on the salesman. Debbie wore a loose blouse and a short tight skirt. I wore my baggy cheesecloth dress. Not a piece of underwear between us.

At the second place we struck lucky. It was a big place and there were quite a few cars that Debbie fancied. Also, most of the salesmen were in their twenties, and there were a few that were quite dishy. As we looked round we saw a few of them eyeing us up, and 3 of them came up to us and asked if we needed any help. Debbie finally decided on 2 cars that she fancied and we out to where Jon was and told him which ones. Ten minutes later Jon bas back saying that both of them looked okay to him but reminded us to ask about warranties.

Within seconds of us starting to look at one of the cars, one of the salesmen pounced. Debbie asked him to tell us all about the car while we listened and looked. Debbie was the first to flash her tits at him as she bent-over to look at the engine. He was stood at the other side of the car and I saw his eyes open wide as her blouse fell away from her chest. I got into the driver's seat and adjusted my dress while he was still looking at Debbie. When he turned to look at me he was staring right at my pussy. I'd sat with my knees open so he could see the lot.

He was mumbling something and looking a bit red in the face when Debbie asked him if there was much room for the passengers to get into the back (it only has 2 doors). "Let me show you," the salesman said as he went round to her side and held open the door. Debbie bent over to climb in but stayed half in and half out with him behind her. He must have had a fantastic close-up view of her pussy. I could just see round part of Debbie and could see the bulge in his trousers.

After what seemed like hours, Debbie finally climbed right in and flopped down with her legs at his side and her butt at the other side. Even if her tight little skirt hadn't ridden-up he would have been able to see all her pussy. As it had ridden-up he could see the bottom half of her naked stomach as well. After a couple of seconds Debbie said, "Shouldn't really wear short skirts when climbing into the back of cars should I?"

"Oh, I'm not complaining," said the salesman. I said, "neither am I." That made him turn to me with a puzzled look on his face. "Right then, lets have a look at the red one over there." Debbie said.

As we followed the salesman over I whispered to Debbie that it was my turn to get in the back. "Spoil-sport" was all she said.

The salesman went on about the history of the car or something, but I wasn't really listening. Neither was Debbie, and we kept asking him what some bit was, or what something else did. Each time we either bent over so that he could see down our tops or up our skirts. At one point I saw that another of the salesmen had got into the car next to us and was pretending to do something to it as he looked over to us.

I made sure that the other salesman got a real good view of my ass and pussy as I got in the back. I bet that he'd have a hard-on for hours after we left. Debbie had climbed into the driver's seat and was asking the salesman to explain what each of the "knobs and dicks" did. At least I think she said 'dicks' and not 'sticks', the salesman took it as 'sticks' because he quickly said, "and this stick controls the indicators."

As I climbed out of the car backwards to give the other salesman another look, Debbie asked, "Was there enough room to have a bit of hanky-panky in the back Vanessa?" I finished getting out, then got back into the front seat and said, "I think so, do you want to try it now?"

"No, sex isn't quite at the top of my list of priorities at the moment," was the reply.

After that we got out and Debbie told him that she like both cars and that she wanted to talk about money and discounts. The salesman asked us to follow him into a building where he offered us a seat at one side of a desk, while he sat at the other. Both our chairs were not close to the desk and I'm sure that he was looking at my un-crossed legs and up my dress.

When Debbie asked about discounts the salesman said that he'd have to go and talk to his boss and he left us. When he was gone Debbie said, "Don't you ever cross your legs?" As Jon won't let me, I said, "Never." After a few seconds Debbie said, "I know, remember that film with Sharon Stone in it?" Nothing else was said but when the salesman came back we were both sat there, lounging back in the chairs, with our knees a few inches apart.

When the salesman saw us he went red again, and as he sat down I noticed that the bulge in his trousers was still there. Debbie is quite good at haggling and managed to get the price of one of the cars reduced by quite a bit more than I would have thought was possible. As we walked out of there and round the corner, Debbie clenched her fist and said, "YES, see what pussy power can do for us women." Jon over-heard her and said, "Yes, you women can just about get whatever you want - if you go about it in the right way." Jon took us to a pub for some lunch and Debbie insisted on paying.

Back home Debbie was still quite pleased with herself and asked Jon if she could use the 'fucking machine' again. Jon gave the impression that he wasn't too keen on the idea so Debbie said to him, "I'll let you fuck me first." Jon's reply was, "Your pussy power won't work with me, but if you can make love to Vanessa first, then you can use the machine."

Without any hesitation Debbie turned to me and started French kissing me. She caught me by surprise so I looked at Jon who just shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room. Debbie is quite a good kisser, and while I was enjoying that, her hands were easing the top of my dress over my shoulders and down to the floor. As her hands came back up my body they stopped at my breasts and she squeezed my nipples between her fingers. They went rock hard and I moaned a little. Debbie backed-off, lifted her top off over her head and unfastened her skirt. After a little push it fell to the floor leaving us both naked.

Jon came back in at that point and told us to go outside into sun on the grass. Debbie grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. She gave me the impression that she was in some sort of hurry, but that went away when she told me to lie on the grass and then she started kissing me all over. It was very sensual, she started at my feet and went all up my legs, She by-passed my pussy and kissed all over my stomach and chest, but not my breasts. She then started on my face then neck. It was so relaxing it was amazing.

Next she opened my legs wide then knelt between them and leaned over and French kissed me again. This time her hands started massaging my breasts and nipples. At one point I thought that I was going to cum, and she hadn't even touched my pussy. She then started kissing and licking my stomach. This time she went to my wet, aching pussy and started playing with my clit with her teeth. I could feel an orgasm building, but still managed to see that Jon had come outside and was standing just above my head. He was naked and had a big hard-on.

Debbie saw him too and stopped eating me long enough to say, "Please fuck me." Jon (calm as ever) said, "Are you sure?" Debbie almost screamed, "Fuck me, now." Jon went round behind her, grabbed her hips and entered her. As he did he pushed her forward and her face pressed hard against my pussy. It hurt a bit and straight after she pushed her tongue inside me. It wasn't long before I came, and as I calmed down I saw the expression on Jon's face. He had cum as well.

We all kept still for about a minute before Jon said, "Right, straight upstairs and onto that machine." He had us run upstairs, and while he set-up the wrist straps, ropes and motor, I got the chairs and got Debbie up and ready to be lowered down onto the dildo. Jon did a quick check round then told Debbie to lower herself onto the dildo. As she went down she let out a big sigh. Jon switched on the motor and when Debbie went up I moved the chairs. After watching her go up and down a couple of times Jon told me to clean his dick (with my tongue). As I was doing this I could see Debbie out of the corner of my eye. She was staring at us with a glazed expression on her face. I'd just about got Jon's dick clean when I heard Debbie start to moan. Jon sat on one of the chairs and lowered me down onto his Dick that had got hard again. We watched Debbie go through 3 orgasms before Jon decided that she'd had enough. By that time Jon had cum in me again, but I hadn't cum again. I was a bit disappointed when Jon told me to get off him.

We had to help Debbie get off the machine because she was totally knackered, and we left her on my bed to recover. When she eventually came downstairs she was dressed. Jon has also got dressed and was working in the garden. I got Debbie a cup of tea but she was still too tired to talk. All she really said was, "That's one hell of a machine you've got there girl." Jon took her home leaving me to get some food ready.

Week commencing August 9 Quite a quiet week really, nothing exciting happened. Even the eclipse of the sun wasn't worth the effort of looking at.

When I went to work on the Friday, Debbie told me that she'd collected her car and that there had been a bit of a reception waiting for when she'd arrived. Four of the salesmen were there, all wanting to show her every bit of the car. Of course she'd had to bend over a few times and there had always been one of them behind her, and in front of her, waiting to get a glimpse up her skirt or down her top. It had only taken her seconds to realise what was going on so she'd decided to milk it a bit and had managed to get them to fill up the petrol tank (they paid) for her before she'd left.

Saturday August 14 Early afternoon Jon came into the salon and stayed just long enough to give Debbie a little box. I kept watching her and when she went to the loo I followed her and asked her if she was going to put her new friend Ben Wa to work. At first she wasn't sure, but in the end she did. I watched her for the rest of the afternoon, it was quite interesting, and watching her made me get all damp. Twice people asked her if she was alright and when it came to going home she said she just had to go and take them out. She said that there was no way that she could have walked to her car and then driven home with them in.

Jon took me into town that night, and round some of the livelier pubs. No one gave my ultra short dress a second glance and most of the girls were wearing skirts that short. I wonder just how many of them weren't wearing what I wasn't.

Sunday August 15 After the newspapers it was straight to the gym and a workout. I wore my white lycra shorts, bikini top and Ben again. I hadn't intended to put Ben in, but when I saw the same youth that was there the previous week I changed my mind. Needless to say that he smiled and said hello when we walked in, and he kept looking over towards me all the time. I'm sure that he saw the outline of my rings and chain, AND the wet spot on my shorts when I used the machine that stretches your legs wide open. His face went all red and he looked away for quite a while.

I'm sure that he was waiting for me to use the exercise cycle, I know I was. Ben had been working before I got on the cycle, but as soon as I started the cycling movement with my legs Ben really earned his keep. I pedalled faster and faster as I tried to hide the building orgasm. I don't really know why I pedalled faster because there were only 3 people in that room and all 3 knew that I was getting off in front of a man that I didn't know. Jon was quietly getting on with his weight lifting and the youth and me were staring at each other. He knew exactly what I was doing.

I slowed down when I came, but didn't stop pedalling until I was something like normal. I got off the cycle with sweat poring off me (and a very contented look on my face). The youth was still staring at me right up until I looked directly at him and said, "I needed that!" The poor lad came back to earth again and started using the rowing machine again.

We went for a swim next, and as we walked to the changing rooms Jon told me to leave Ben in, and to change my shorts for the rest of the bikini. In the pool there were a group of about half a dozen teenagers, boys and girls. As I walked from the changing rooms the boys saw me and stared at me. I wondered if one of my pussy rings had 'escaped' from the confines of my bikini bottoms but I just ignored them and jumped in after Jon.

We did a few lengths and the movement of swimming made me cum again; then went into the jacuzzi. We were the only ones in there to start off with and Jon told me to take my bikini off and put it on the tiles at the side. This didn't bother me for 2 reasons, firstly I would be below the bubbles and no one would be able to see me even if there had been anyone there; and thirdly, I enjoy the feeling of the bubbles on my naked pussy. I was laying back end enjoying the experience for about 5 minutes when 2 of the boys came and joined us. No problem as I was below the bubbles, except that one of them was looking at my bikini on the tiles outside the water and then looking back at me. He nudged his mate and they were whispering to each other. A couple of minutes later there was a problem, the bubbles stopped (the last few times that we'd been there the bubbles were on all the time).

After about 10 to 15 seconds the water was calm and very clear. The boys could see everything that I've got. I looked down and with me being sat at the edge of the underwater seat I could see all my pussy and jewellery. If I could see it then they could. I looked at Jon who said, "Young lady, do you often take your swimwear off in a jacuzzi?"

It took me a few seconds to think of what to say, then I said, "Where I live people don't normally wear anything at all."

"That's not the done thing here so I suggest that you leave. Better still I'll take you out." Jon replied. With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me up out of the water and then the jacuzzi. I just managed to grab my bikini as Jon pulled me by my arm right round the pool to the stairs towards the changing rooms. I didn't make it up the stairs before Ben took me over the top again. The fast pulling that Jon had been doing brought on a strong orgasm and I just couldn't move. Jon saw what was happening and let go of my wrist. I leaned against the wall while I shook as it arrived with force. As I started to calm down I looked round the pool and saw that everyone in there was watching us.

Outside the changing rooms Jon laughed and said, "Good reply, I'm glad to see that you didn't tell any fibs, otherwise I would have had to punish you. Go and get dressed, we need to be back at home." As I walked into the changing room I said, "Must remember to tell a fib next time." I just heard Jon say, "I heard that."

Back home we both stripped off and I got us some food then Jon settled down to watch some motor racing. I'd just finished clearing up when the doorbell rang. It was Debbie, she was out for a drive and had called to thank us (again) for helping her buy it. She didn't look at all surprised when she shuck her head into the lounge to thank Jon and saw him naked. We went into the kitchen and no sooner than I'd got us a drink than the doorbell rang again. This time it was Bridie and she was upset. I took her into the kitchen and poured her a drink as I introduced Bridie to Debbie.

As Bridie sat down she said to Debbie, "I know you don't I?" After a few minutes of working things out it turns out that they went to the same school and that Debbie was in her last year whilst Bridie was in her second year. Debbie couldn't remember Bridie, but Bridie certainly remembered Debbie because of all the gossip about her. Needless to say that Debbie (and me) wanted to know what everyone had been saying. It turns out that all the kids knew that Debbie shaved her pussy and that she used to sit at the front of the class so that she could flash her pussy to most of the teachers. Bridie said that she had been amazed by it all at the time, but now she'd wished that she'd had the guts to do it, especially when Debbie told her that it got her lots of A+ grades.

Bridie had come round because she was upset - she'd just bust-up with her boyfriend. He'd started getting all possessive about her and wanted her to wear underwear all the time. Now that Bridie had discovered the joys of being knickerless, there was no way that she was going back to sweaty crutches and not having any flashing fun. Well not when the weather was reasonable. After a couple of drinks and lots of talking we all made a pact never to wear knickers again. It was easy for me cos I don't have any, but I wondered how Bridie and Debbie would get on as they both still live with their parents. I suppose they'll tell them that they were washing their own smalls.

About an hour later (and most of a bottle of martini), Jon came in to get himself a drink. He hadn't heard Bridie arrive and was a little surprised to see her. When she saw his lack of clothes she said, "Well if both you two are starkers then I might as well be as well." As she stood up and started taking her top and skirt off, Debbie stood up and said, "What the hell!" and off came her dress as well. There was now 3 naked, shaved, women and 1 naked, shaved man in the same room. I guess that most men in that situation would have had a raging hard-on and be wanting to screw all 3 of them, but Jon was so cool about it. He just said, "Cheers!" took a mouthful of his drink and walked out. I suppose it must have been something to do with the fact that he could probably have any one (or all 3) of us anytime that he wanted.

The 3 of us took the bottle into the conservatory and it wasn't long before we were talking about sex. Debbie was telling Bridie the truth about what she got up to at school and how she used 'pussy power' to get things that she wanted. She also told her that she'd flashed her pussy at the salon owner to get her her job, and that she still did it sometimes if he'd asked her to do a job that she didn't want to. I made a mental note of that in case there came a time when I was asked to do something that I didn't want to.

We spent the next couple of hours finishing off the bottle of martini and telling each other about the 'exploits' that we had been up to in the last few months, and the next thing that I knew was when Jon came in and told us that we were all drunk. He brought us another bottle of booze in and left us to it. I know that we went on talking for ages, but the next thing that I really remember was that it was getting dark and that Jon was carrying me upstairs.

Week commencing August 16 Monday - I woke up next morning in Jon's bed with both Debbie and Bridie next to me. We were all still naked and they were both fast asleep. I don't remember anything happening between us.

Jon had slept in my bed, and he was trying to wake us all up so that Debbie and Bridie could get to work on time. He finally managed to get them up and away, then he told me that I couldn't go back to bed because we was taking the week off and that we were going for a walk to clear my head. He told me to put just a dress and trainers on and we went off towards the open country. I have to admit that even though my head hurt, it was quite nice walking though the fields at that time of the morning, everything was so quiet and fresh.

By lunchtime I was back in the land of the living and Jon decided that we'd go and play tennis in one of the local parks. He told me to wear just trainers, one of my very short, thin 'A' shirt and a crop top that is so short that you can see the lower part of my tits. It's quite a loose fit and every time that I lift up an arm it rides-up over my breasts. Sometimes, if my nipples are hard it gets caught above them and leaves me exposed when my arm comes down. When I was putting it on I was thinking that playing tennis would be quite 'interesting', especially when I serve. As we were driving down there I hoped that there wouldn't be any young kids there.

We got there and as we were hiring the court the old man was looking me up and down. He looked what I imaging the typical 'dirty old man' to look like, shift eyes, eyeing me up and down, and wearing shabby clothes. I've had more than my share of men staring at me over the last year or so, so it didn't bother me in the least.

The court we were given was a grass one in the middle of a few of them. There were a couple of teenage girls playing on a court to one side, and 2 teenage couples playing doubles on the other side. We were about half way through our first game when I noticed the 2 girls talking and looking over towards me. My little skirt was still covering my bum and pussy but my right breast was uncovered. The action of serving had caused my top to ride up and my bullet like nipples were stopping it going down again. When that volley ended I went up to Jon and pointed-out my predicament. At first all Jon said was, "Yes, nice isn't it."

"Master," I said, "those girls are staring at me and they now know that I know that I'm exposed."

"Okay," Jon said, "at the end of each volley you can pull your top down. That way it will look as if you're not doing it on purpose."

"Thank you Master." I said, and we restarted the game.

Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball, my boob popped-out again. Then when Jon won the volley I pulled my top down again. This went on for ages until Jon won the first game. In the second game Jon had me running around more and a couple of times when I had to turn or run quickly, I tripped-up and went flying headlong onto the grass. As I got up the second time I noticed that we (or should I say me) had an audience. The 2 girls and the 2 couples AND the old man of an attendant were watching me. Not only that, when I came to get up I saw that my top was above both my boobs, and my skirt was nearly up round my waist. No wonder I had an audience.

At the end of the next game Jon told me that we would play one more game the leave. After a brief rest (where the others started playing again), Jon told me to walk back to the other side of the court scratching the top of my right cheek - under my skirt. He said that he'd once seen a very sensuous picture called 'The Tennis Girl' where a girl had been doing just that.

The last game was just as energetic as the previous one (for me anyway). The teenagers had given up looking and were getting on with their game, but the old man was still there. Half way through Jon told me to stop adjusting my top and we played the rest of the game (Jon won again) with me virtually topless.

When it came time to go we collected the balls, but we were one short. After a couple of minutes Jon said that he remembered me hitting one right out of the court. We went looking for it and eventually Jon saw it stuck in a branch about 4 metres up a tree. The old man had come over to help us look for it and kept saying that we'd have to pay for it if we couldn't hand it in. There was no way that we could shake it down so Jon said that I'd have to climb up and get it. "Besides, it could be fun." For him and the old man he meant.

The last time I'd climbed a tree was when I was a kid, but after a few seconds working-out how, I started to climb. As soon as I lifted my foot of the ground I realised that the old man was going to get one hell of a view of my pussy. When I got onto the first branch I saw that the 2 couples who were playing doubles had stopped, and all 4 of them were up against the fence watching me.

I made it onto the next branch, then I had to stretch right across to the branch that the tennis ball was stuck on. 'What the hell' I thought as I virtually did the splits above Jon and the old man. I glanced down to see Jon smiling and the old mad drooling. The branch that I stretch out to wasn't as solid as it looked and my legs opened even further. I started to fall and my arms grabbed out for anything they could find. They found the branch that I was trying to get on, and I just saw the tennis ball get shaken lose and fall before I lost my grip and started to go down. As I went down I saw my thin 'A' skirt blew up round my waist.

I deliberately rolled over on the grass to break my fall and when I came to a stop I was on my back with my skirt still round my waist and my legs reasonably wide open. The worst (or best) part was that I was about 2 meters from the fence where the 2 couples were watching me, and my feet were facing them. I just lay still for a few seconds getting my breath back, then I saw Jon and the old man come over to me. Jon knelt down beside me and as he was asking me if I was okay I saw the old man appear at my feet. Guess where he was looking?

I was winded and I tried to tell Jon that I was, but the words wouldn't come out. Jon said, "Stay still and I'll check you over." Jon then started to slowly run his hands all over me to see if he could find anything out of place, or anything that hurt when he touched it. Fortunately nothing hurt but he did find something out of place. My skirt was still round my waist, and my top was round my neck. As Jon moved down my body he lightly ran his hands over my breasts. This made my nipples stand to attention. As his hands went down up one leg then down the other he pressed the side of his hand onto my pussy. I let out a moan that made the old man jump a bit. As Jon reached my other foot he said, "Nothing seems to be out of place, does it hurt anywhere?" I waited for a few seconds thinking what to say, then said, "I've got this burning feeling between my legs, can you do something about that please?" Jon said, "There's nothing wrong with you, get up and cover yourself up." As I got up I saw that the old man's face was a picture.

We didn't go directly back to the car; we went for a walk round the park. There was no one in the kids play area so we went and had a go on the swings. As Jon pushed me higher and higher my skirt blew up. It was a good job that there were no kids there. After that Jon told me to climb over the climbing frame. When I got to a sort of arch in the frame Jon told me to hang upside down by my knees. Of course my skirt was round my waist and my top was round my neck and my blood was rushing to my head. I never heard them approaching but I definitely saw the 3 young teenage kids when they stopped their bikes just in front of me. I started to pull myself up but Jon said, "Stay!" After what seemed like an eternity where I could hear my blood pounding in my head, Jon finally got hold of my body and lifted me off. As my head slowly cleared I saw the lads sniggering then biking away. Jon had to hold me a bit as we walked back to the car. I enjoyed that.