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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 11 (mF)

   Prologue

   It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends
and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie
of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came
as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then,
I've had more experiences, heightening and strengthening my attention and
desire for sex.  After staying with my aunt, I'm joining my parents out of
town, looking forward to new and exciting opportunities.

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   My folks were waiting at the gate, and I was greeted enthusiastically.
We picked up my meager luggage and headed for my dad's rental car.  It was
a short ride over unmaintained roads to the resort, which along with a
couple of other hotels, was relatively secluded on a beautiful beach.  To
maintain their privacy, my folks had gotten me my own room.  It was just
like having my own apartment.  I had been wondering just where I'd make my
sexual conquests (assuming there were any) if I was sharing a room with my
folks.  I checked in, got my room key which hung like a shining symbol of
freedom on a chain around my neck, and went to the elevator to go to my
room.  My folks had a room two floors above mine, a nice separation I
thought.

   Standing at the elevator, I saw a number of people wearing t-shirts that
announced a forthcoming wedding, to be held at the hotel.  Evidently,
family and friends congregated at this resort, after which they'd go home,
leaving the happy couple at the resort for a honeymoon.  As I looked at the
people who shared the elevator ride, I tried to guess how they were related
to the future bride and groom.

   I got off at my floor, and my folks went on up to their room.  I threw
my clothes on the bed, picked out a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and left
the room to explore the hotel property and the adjacent beach.  When I took
the elevator back down to the lobby, I shared the ride with some more
wedding shirted people.  One of them was a young woman in sunglasses, a
baseball cap, and long cut-off shorts.  She was on the thin side but the
lumps in her t-shirt made it clear she was nicely built.  I tried not to
stare, but even though she was mostly covered I was going to have trouble
from getting excited and showing it.  We weren't alone or I might have said
something to break the ice.  As it was, I just smiled when I presumed she
was looking at me, although with the sunglasses it was impossible to tell.

   I never would have gotten away with one of those bikini, g-string men's'
bathing suits, given the reaction I had to all of those scantily-clad
ladies walking and sunning and frolicking in the surf.  As it was, I was
worried that my boxer shorts-style suit wasn't hiding my erection.  To
survive, I headed back to my room, and fate placed me in the elevator with
that same young woman, this time alone.  I couldn't get my towel from my
shoulder fast enough, and I saw her head tilt down, obviously noticing the
lump in my shorts.  She pulled her sunglasses down and for the first time I
saw her eyes, as she looked into mine and smiled.

   I cleaned up for dinner, and I accompanied my folks to the hotel's
restaurant.  It was buffet style, giving me a chance to observe the other
patrons, most of whom were hotel guests.  The food was fine and so was the
view.  The women who had been sporting very little clothing were dressed
up, leaving much to my fertile imagination.  Even the young girl who poured
us glasses of water and cleared the table of our dirty dishes was kind of
cute, and we exchanged pleasant smiles.  Off in the corner, I saw the
wedding guests clustered, and everyone was paying attention to the young
lady from the elevator.  My Sherlock Holmes instincts kicked in.  Just my
luck, I had a crush on the bride to be!  I turned my attention to the other
prospectives, but with only half interest.

   I spent the night alone.  Geesh, what did I expect, to get laid on my
first night?  Boy, was I ever spoiled by the attention I'd received from
friends and family.  I made myself a promise not to have such exaggerated
expectations.  If something happened, then that was okay, but in the
meantime I'd have fun in the sun and surf and sightseeing.

   The next morning, I ate a small breakfast and headed back to the beach
for more sightseeing.  As I walked along the row of umbrellas, I saw the
bride to be in her uniform of baseball hat, sunglasses, but with a beach
cover-up sitting under an umbrella on a lounge chair.  If she was trying to
get a tan, this was not the right technique.  I passed close enough to see
that she had been crying, dabbing up her tears with a used tissue in her
hand.  I decided to make a move, and approached her cautiously.  She
sniffled a hello, and I asked if there was something I could do to help. 
She moved over on the lounge chair on which she was partially reclining,
and I took it as an invitation to sit down.

   Her covered legs were touching my back, although not providing enough
support for me to recline against them.  I sat with my head turned hard to
the left to look at her as we spoke.  She dabbed another tear and sniffled
once more, and I asked to tell me what was wrong.  For some reason, which I
would learn later, she decided to confide in me.  She was indeed the bride
to be, and was sharing a room with her future husband.  During and after
dinner the previous evening, she had a touch too much to drink.  When they
got back to their room, she tried to give her future hubby a blowjob, and
he was furious.  Evidently, he found the idea "sick and perverted" as she
quoted him.  She explained that their relationship dated back to college,
when they attended different schools, and they promised to be faithful. 
During this time, she didn't sleep with anyone else, but did engage in oral
sex, both giving and receiving, to relieve her sexual tension and to
prevent her from going completely crazy.

   She asked me if I thought she was wrong.  I asked did she mean back at
school, or with her husband.  She said either.  I told her that I thought
oral sex was a valid expression of desire and passion, and was just fine if
both parties consented.  She smiled, and admitted that the reason she felt
she could confide in me was that I reminded her of someone she had such a
relationship with when she was back at school.  Not my face or looks, but
the size of my penis.  So she had been looking at me in the elevator.  She
gently placed one hand in my lap and moved her fingers as if to measure me.
She licked her lips, and I knew what we had to do.

   I stood up, displacing her hand from my lap, and helped her from the
lounger.  We walked, at a small distance from each other, to the elevators,
and I pressed the number of my floor.  When we got to my floor, we walked
separately down the hallway, me first, and she entered the room a moment
later, looking back to see if we were observed.

   Once inside, she took my swim trunks down with one pull, and my penis
popped up, mostly erect and pulsing.  She dropped to her knees, touched it
gingerly with two fingers, and it throbbed at her touch.  The caress of her
lips on my dick buckled my knees, and I fell backwards onto the bed.  Her
tongue and throat were very effective, and I was ready to shoot a load in
short order.  I grunted something about coming, and she sucked harder,
preparing for the liquid reward.  She must have been a pretty good student,
because she didn't miss a drop.

   I explained that it was my turn, and she got quite shy.  She told me she
certainly was horny, but scared.  She didn't want things getting "out of
hand." I made my "what's good for the goose" argument, and she was almost
too easily convinced.  She unzipped the beach cover-up, and she was still
wearing the announcement t-shirt over a bathing suit.  I kneeled down and
pulled the panties down her legs, exposing a nicely trimmed pussy.  She
stepped out of the garment, and I moved my mouth to the mound, but was
unable to get my tongue anywhere near her in that position.

   I moved her to the bed, and asked her to scoot up a little.  I moved her
legs apart, and the pink lips were shiny and moist.  I moved up and gave
her lower lips a soft but vigorous tongue lashing, and she wiggled and
writhed as she experienced an orgasm.  I wanted to see the rest of her
body, so I sat over her and started to move her t-shirt up over her chest,
but she refused.  I put my head back between her legs, and after a while I
had brought her to orgasm again.  I attempted to remove her shirt, and she
was still objecting, although less vehemently.  I asked why, and she said
she was saving her breasts and cherry for her husband.  I moved up further
and offered her a second chance at my still erect penis.  She was amazed
that I was still erect, and took me with both hands and mouth in a vigorous
oral and tactile treatment.  This time, I came all over her mouth and neck.


   I went down between her legs a third time, and again she experienced a
climax, leaving her weak and drained.  This time, she had no objections
when I lifted her t-shirt.  I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing
the matching bikini top.  Her breasts were perfectly shaped and perfectly
proportioned, by far the most exquisite breasts I had ever seen.  I kissed
them and sucked at the nipples, and then placed my hard-on in between them,
squeezing them together with her hands in mine.  I left a trail of semen
from her chin to her navel when I spurted.

   There, beneath me, was a beautiful and sensual woman, and there I was
with a hard-on that was still ready for more.  Against my better judgment,
I moved down and placed my penis in between her legs, at her moist opening.
She knew at once what I intended, and tried to move away.  I guess I could
have prevented her escape, but I wasn't about to rape this woman, not just
before her wedding night.  It would have to concentual if was to be at all.


   I stood up and walked toward the bathroom to clean up.  She joined me,
and we looked at each other in the mirror as we wiped the juices from our
bodies.  My penis was still hard, and she could barely take her eyes off of
it.  She muttered something about how she had never been with someone who
had such stamina, and if I were only older.  Without a word, she placed her
hand on my hot, throbbing pole, and caressed it.  I turned to her and gave
her a fluttering kiss on her lips, and then licked them with my tongue.  My
penis was fully erect again, ready for action.  Evidently, so was she.

   Suddenly she sat down on the small sink surface, spread her legs, and
drew me forward by my penis.  I leaned forward, and my dick encountered her
vaginal lips, wet and puffy and ready for penetration.  She wrapped her
legs around my waist, and pulled me forcefully towards her.  She showed no
evidence of pain, just the pleasure of sex.  I supported her buttocks, and
her body moved up and down mine.  I put her down and withdrew before I
came, and made a small puddle on the floor between my legs.

   I was exhausted, and staggered back into the main room and onto the bed.
She must have cleaned up and gotten dressed, but all I heard was the door
closing behind her.  My emotions were in turmoil, so I by rolled over and
escaped into sleep.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 12

   An Original HM Tale

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