The Weekend Guest Ch. 01

It was the usual Saturday night. We had just come back from dinner with Alfred and Gladys. I was wearing a very short dress, low cut and tight at the front, with no knickers and bra. I had spent most of the meal with my skirt hitched up, so the bottom of my bush was visible, much to everyone's delight.

This had produced the usual results in Alex, in that we had only just managed to get through the door, before he was mauling me and pulling my clothes off. As much as I enjoyed our Saturday dinners where I showed myself off and everyone commented on my body ('A lovely show tonight,' Alfred had said as we left.), I was increasingly feeling unfulfilled by them.

As he slid his tongue into my pussy Alex must have sensed I wasn't as engaged as usual. Pulling his head out from between my legs he looked up and asked, "is something wrong Dawn?"

"Sorry, I don't know what it is. Just don't feel as excited as usual."

"Oh," he said, disappointed. "Do you want to watch some porn?"

"Yes, maybe that'll get me in the mood."

We went into the lounge and he put on a video. It was called 'The adventures of Cindy' and featured a leggy blonde with perfect breasts who arrived in Hollywood seeking work as an actress. She then engaged in a series of athletic sexual encounters with men and women. This had the desired effect and I soon had my skirt up and my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.

The scene showed Cindy busily fucking a man and his wife, who had impossible, silicone enhanced tits. I really liked the way she had so much attention focused on her. I motioned for Alex, who was wanking his cock happily, to come and sit by me on the sofa. I took his member in my hand and slowly stroked it up and down. He laid back and relaxed.

"You feeling better now?"

"I know what the problem is."

"What?" He was worried that it was him, or that I was going to end our adventures.

"I think I need to do something like that," I pointed to Cindy who was sucking the man's cock while his wife devoured her pussy. It had been a few months since the Christmas meal, so part of my frustration was for another adventure. But I was surprised to realise that I was also missing making love with a woman. I had made love to Tina, Paul's girlfriend at Christmas, and that had made me hungry to rekindle that aspect of my sexuality. Being brought up in quite a conservative manner, it was something of a shock to find that I had such strong lesbian feelings.

"I've been thinking about Paula a lot recently," I told him, still gently caressing his erect penis. It twitched slightly at the mention of her name, so even if he had wanted to hide it, I knew he had been thinking about her too.

It had been six months since we had met Paula and her husband John while we were out walking and Paula and I had gone topless. Despite giving her my phone number I had heard nothing from then. Now I regretted not getting their details.

"Do you remember when we came back from that walk?" I now moved up so I was sitting across his thighs as I increased the pace of my attentions to his member.

"Mmhhmm."

"Do you remember I told you to fuck me as if you were fucking Paula?"

"Yes." He looked slightly embarrassed at this.

"Well, I couldn't fail to notice that you were rather different when you did this. You were more... forceful."

"Sorry," he muttered, feeling uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going in.

"No, it's okay. I enjoyed it. But can I ask you why?"

"I don't know. It just seemed right."

"Is that how you would fuck Paula?" I was now sitting on his lap and his cock was pushing against my bush.

"Yes," he groaned, caught somewhere between the immediate pleasure I was giving him and the images of Paula's pert little breasts.

"Do you think she would like it like that?"

"Unh, yes. I think she is scared to let go. Like when she wouldn't take her top off. She wanted to really, but was afraid she would enjoy it."

"And do you think if she let go then she'd enjoy it?" I positioned his cock-head at the entrance to my moist pussy.

"Yes, God, Dawn, please," he pushed his prick against me, but I wouldn't let him enter yet.

"Do you think she would become a little slut if you could get her to let go?"

"Yes, I think she could be a lovely little slut. Dawn, I need to fuck you now."

"Are you thinking of Paula?"

"Yes," he confessed.

"Good, fuck me again and pretend I'm Paula."

He switched immediately. He pulled me to him roughly and thrust his cock into me with a sharp jab. I gasped.

"I can feel my cock in you," he whispered. "You like cock don't you Paula?"

This role-playing was getting me enormously excited. Like Alex, I was picturing Paula's pretty face, muscular legs and neat boobs. "Yes, I do," I said, getting into character. "I love cock." Normally I don't like this sort of talk, I find it demeaning, and I think it puts the man in control, whereas I like it to be a shared experience. But it was liberating to pretend to be Paula being dirty. This had a two-fold effect on my arousal, firstly simply being dirty was exciting, but this was increased by the thought of Paula doing it.

This had the desired effect on him. He pushed me down and pistoned into me. "Good, because I'm going to get you lots of cock Paula. Do you want that?"

"Oh yes, lots of lovely cock. And pussy. Get me pussy too."

"You are a slut aren't you Paula? I want to hear you say it. Say I am Paula the slut."

He was driving into me at a frantic pace. That, combined with the image of Paula being fucked like this was bringing me to climax.

"Oh God, I'm coming!" I cried.

"Say it!" he demanded.

"I am Paula the slut!" I shouted as I toppled over the edge into delirious orgasm. It seemed to go on for ages, and in the middle of it Alex must have come too, for when I could breathe normally he was laying on top of me, exhausted.

"Phew," he said, pulling himself off. "That was fun."

"Wasn't it? I just wish we had the real Paula here to do it to."

He kissed me, "you're not a bad substitute."

On the TV Cindy was sucking one man's cock while another one fucked her from behind. A third stood next to her, wanking himself.

"Lucky girl," I commented.

"Dawn?" he had made us both a drink.

"Yes?"

"You've been fucked by a few people since we've been doing this. But I haven't seen it. I'd like to see you get fucked like that."

I grinned at him. "Yes, it probably is time for another adventure. We'll have to see what we can come up with."

On the following Wednesday I was up in my room, reading a text book. Paul shouted up the stairs, "Dawn, there's someone called Paula on the phone."

Paul didn't know about Alex and me and what we had been up to. I had a momentary panic that Paula might have given something away. This gave way to excitement at speaking to her. In one of those rare coincidences that makes you believe in fate, after our Paula role-playing game on Saturday, she chose now to get in contact.

I ran down the stairs and took the phone from Paul, who showed no interest in who was on the other end.

"Paula!" I made no attempt to hide my pleasure at hearing from her. As I said, I had been thinking about her a lot recently and so to hear from her seemed like a sign.

"Dawn, it's great to speak to you. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. Things have been busy here, and what with Christmas and everything."

"That's okay. I'm glad you called. I've been thinking about you a lot recently." I tried to make it obvious in what way I had been thinking about her, without scaring her.

She obviously picked up on it, "oh. Well. I thought of you recently too, because I've done a little bit of showing off."

"Really? That's great. I'd love to hear about them. I've had a few adventures too since we last met, that I'd like to tell you about."

"I'm sure yours will outdo mine, but I am getting a bit more confident. John is ever so pleased. Which gets me onto what I rang for. Although he won't say it because he thinks it will upset me, I'm sure John would like to see you and Alex again. And so would I. Why don't you come and visit us over Easter?"

I tried to hide my excitement. Paula and John were older than me and I didn't want to feel like an over-eager child, but I don't think I did a very good job. "That'd be great!" Then I remembered, "oh, Alex has to go home at Easter."

"Oh," she sounded disappointed. "Could you come on your own? I would hate to disappoint John after I got him so excited about you coming."

I was beaming as I said, "you try and stop me. I'll bring along an appropriate, or rather an inappropriate outfit."

"This will be great" She gave me the directions and I arranged to meet them.

Alex was devastated when I told him and sulked for two days, but I promised to give him all the details, and hopefully arrange another trip when he could come along.

I was a bit nervous when I the train pulled in to the station. I wondered if I had built Paula up in my imagination, and that I might be disappointed with the reality when I met her again. She saw me arriving and ran up to the train door to meet me. As soon as I saw that broad smile and those neat teeth again I knew I hadn't built her up. A tingle of excitement and real affection went through me, just seeing her. I also knew that I wouldn't be satisfied with just some mild exhibitionism this time. This thought disturbed me. All of my adventures up until that point had, I believed, been for everyone's mutual pleasure and benefit, in fact often more for other people's benefit than my own. But this time I was struck by how much I wanted to enjoy Paula for myself, even if ultimately it was harmful to her relationship with John.

She was wearing a plain white t-shirt which was slightly too short, so her smooth stomach flashed intermittently as she jogged towards me. This was enough to make me groan with pleasure, so I wasn't sure how I would react when we got to see her beautiful little breasts again.

She gave me a genuine hug and a kiss, that made me feel guilty at having these thoughts about her, and almost made me blush recalling the role playing Alex and I had indulged in. But the closeness of her body and her subtle, but distinctive smell made me even more aroused. I don't think I had ever felt such a desire for someone. It was undoubtedly the result of the long period between our first encounter and our second, as if her sexuality had fermented in my mind. But here she was, and the reality of her physical presence was almost more than I could bear.

I had worn something that I hoped was mid-way between my usually restrained clothes and the more provocative outfits I wore on Saturday nights. I had on a tight blue blouse, with a push-up bra on underneath. This certainly made an unreserved announcement about my breasts, which were big and firm. I had undone a few buttons so a reasonable amount of flesh was on display, without being completely wanton. The ticket collector had certainly enjoyed the view from his vantage point standing over me. I was also wearing a mid-length skirt that showed some leg, but again not an extravagant amount. I had packed some more daring outfits that I hoped I would have the chance to wear over the weekend. What I was wearing was enough to remind them of the breasts they had already seen and to raise sex on the agenda, if they weren't already thinking of it.

John was waiting in the car outside. He gave me a long, appreciative look as I bent to get in the car, giving him a good view of my cleavage. "Hello Dawn, it's great to see you again. You look lovely."

I smiled warmly, and settled in to the back seat. Paula turned around and chatted as we drove to their house. I felt incredibly relaxed and affectionate to both of them.

Back at Paula's house John opened the wine and Paula gave me a tour. They lived in a large, modern house that compared to my grubby student house seemed impossibly luxurious. It again made me feel like the little girl in their more mature company. I began to fear that the weekend might be tame, and also that I might make a fool of myself.

I suspect they were nervous also, after all we had only met that one time. Inviting me here had seemed like a good idea but now they were unsure of how to progress or even what they wanted. Because of this we drank the first two bottles of wine quickly, and then relaxed conversation began to flow more easily. I talked about my studies but didn't mention any of my adventures since we had last met. I realised that these should be saved for a more appropriate time.

Paula served dinner and we continued to drink, but the conversation remained general. I was wondering if we were going to talk about anything sexual, so, feeling emboldened by the wine, I asked, "Paula, so have you had any adventures since we last met?"

Paula flashed John a look that said 'so here we go', then smirked and said, "only a couple of little ones."

"Tell me!" I urged.

"Well, only if you tell us your ones. I'm sure yours have been a bit more daring."

I grinned, "I have been a bit naughty, I must admit."

John's eyes widened in anticipation. He knew I had done more than just flash myself at people and couldn't wait to hear the stories.

"I'll go first and then you can give us your sordid details," Paula smirked. "It happened about a month after we met you. In that time John and I had been much more sexually active than normal, so I knew it was something that had a good effect. John couldn't keep his hands off me."

"I don't blame him," I said. I had decided, now that we were on to a topic where I was the expert, to make it rather obvious that I fancied Paula.

She blushed slightly at this and again exchanged a look with John that was laden with meaning. I guessed I had been the subject of rather long conversations before they invited me and they had discussed various possible outcomes. "Yes, well," she continued. "So we both wanted to do something like that again, but I didn't know how. I don't have big, full breasts like you, so exposing them isn't so easy."

"They are very lovely though, as I remember," I interjected.

She blushed again. "So, after some discussion with John we decided that I would flash my bum or maybe even my... you know. What term do you use for it?"

"Pussy?" I volunteered.

She grimaced as she obviously found the term vulgar, but accepted it. "Yes, we thought it might be easy to flash that if I wore the right clothes. So we went out and I bought a flared skirt that wasn't exactly a mini, but shorter than the one you are wearing now. We decided what our plan would be and then the day came. I can't tell you how nervous I felt Dawn. I wanted to back out several times, but John persuaded me to go through with it. So I put on this skirt with no knickers on underneath, and a midriff top because John says blokes like to see a bit of belly exposed."

"Especially when it's lovely and firm like yours," I continued my rather blatant flattery. Paula didn't blush this time.

"We drove to a spot in the country where we could do a walk. Almost as soon as we were out I realised it was a lot windier up here, and my skirt lifted up immediately. I panicked and tugged it down, but no-one was around. John laughed at me and said it was ideal. I really wanted to back out, but knew I would hate myself if I did, so I decided the only thing to do was to go with it. Once I had made that decision I relaxed.

"We set off and John said 'just pretend you are wearing trousers. Act as if everything is normal, and you'll be fine.' This helped and even though my skirt kept getting blown up by gusts I just ignored it. We didn't see anyone for a while, but then there was a young man walking towards us. I knew he'd noticed me, and maybe thought my attire was inappropriate for a walk, but he hadn't guessed me secret yet. As we passed a mild gust ruffled my skirt. It didn't blow it all the way up, but I think he caught a peek. That was my first one! It felt so thrilling. I had to sit down soon afterwards, I was buzzing. John asked me if I was allright and I just nodded.

"We carried on some more and soon I was aware that there were two men behind us. They were gaining on us. They were about twenty feet behind when a big gust of wind lifted my skirt and they got a full, but brief view of my naked bum. God, it felt so wanton.

"They passed us and gave us a knowing 'lovely morning for it' comment. Soon after this John suggested we walk up a steep hill and come down the other side to a pub. I knew exactly what he was after -- climbing the hill would give anyone below us a prolonged view up my skirt. John had spotted them before I had, but resting at the foot of the hill was a young couple. We smiled at them as we passed and began our ascent.

"It was quite a steep incline so I had to lean forward to clamber up. I felt completely exposed. I daren't look down and just concentrated on what I was doing. John said, 'you've got an appreciative audience.' I looked down and the young couple were still sitting there, facing us with their necks craned up. My legs were parted with one foot extended so the skirt was opened up. They could clearly see my bum and my slit and were very nonchalantly just taking in the view. It took us ten minutes to get to the top and they stayed there all the time.

"I was feeling really aroused by now I can tell you Dawn. As we approached the pub I felt really quite giddy. Before we entered John kissed me. I thought he was just feeling lustful, but only when we broke I realised he had been pulling the waistband of my skirt up, so it had risen by about three inches. It was now very much a miniskirt and I wasn't even sure it covered my bush as we entered the pub. It was a dingy pub, and not very busy. An elderly couple were in the corner and an old bloke sat smoking by the bar. As it wasn't very crowded and these weren't exactly intimidating people, my confidence grew.

"I took the money from John to get the drinks and bounced up to the bar, my skirt swishing as I did so. To my disappointment no-one seemed to notice. I ordered the drinks from the surly barman and when he gave me back my change, I made sure I dropped some. Taking a deep breath I bent over so my arse was projected towards the old man and the barman. At least half of my naked arse was exposed as I did this and I made sure it took me a while to pick up all the coins. This time I did get a reaction as the barman let out a long groan and the old man had a loud intake of breath.

"John couldn't believe I had done this and was really excited. We sat at a table opposite the elderly couple. The woman had her back to us, so feeling emboldened now, I casually crossed my legs, so my skirt rode up. After a while the man noticed the amount of leg on display and his conversation with his wife faltered. She continued talking, and as I knew I had his attention I uncrossed my legs and sat with my left leg tucked under me. He could now see the bottom half of my pussy and was obviously enjoying the show. He licked his lips distractedly and stared openly at it. John was giggling as he knew what was going on. 'Give him the full view,' he urged me.

"So, when we stood up I absentmindedly scratched my upper thigh, which lifted my skirt right up. He was now staring at the full view of my pussy, while his wife continued nattering. After a few long seconds, I smoothed it down and we left.

"I'll tell you Dawn, we could hardly contain ourselves on the way back, and when we got home we were like teenagers."

I was really turned on by this stage. I had surreptitiously undone another button of my blouse and my breasts were heaving into view now. I could sense my hard nipples bushing at the bra, and I felt frustrated at not being able to release them. The thought of Paula flashing her pussy had me so aroused it was all I could do not to jump on her. They were both looking at me for my reaction now. John was transfixed by my rising chest, while Paula was staring in to my eyes, seeking approval. "God Paula, that was so naughty of you! I thought you might wear something a bit skimpy for the first time, but flashing your lovely pussy for everyone to see -- that's fantastic. I can't tell you how turned on I am." I patted her leg here and left my hand on her firm thigh for a few seconds.