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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 13 (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 with my parents at a
resort, with new and exciting opportunities.

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   I was actually looking forward to going home, despite the difference in
climate.  The sexual encounters on this brief vacation had been unusual and
more radical than those with my neighbors.  Here, I was worrying about
ruining a relationship between a couple about to be married, and about
getting a young lady pregnant.  There was also the flight attendant, but I
wrote that one off.  I'm sure I wasn't her first or last partner in a
bathroom stall.

   I wanted to stay away from the hotel even more now.  I dreaded the
prospect of running into the former-bride-now-wife.  I was ashamed of that
one, in retrospect, despite the fact that she was a consenting partner.  I
also worried about the young table attendant, and thoughts of her using a
housekeeping key to "pop in on me" at any time of the day or night made me
anxious.  I was jumping at every sound I heard, in fear that she was back
for more.

   Our hotel was at the end of a long strip of hotels on a beautiful beach,
and I decided a long walk by myself was a sure cure what was ailing me. 
The sun was high, so I wore a cap and sunglasses, and a t-shirt over my
boxer-style swim trunks.  The view was as good as ever, and I tried to keep
my head still while my eyes dashed madly around in their sockets, taking in
the women stretched out in their swim suits, absorbing the rays of the sun
all over their heavily-exposed bodies.

   Near the end of the walk, I noticed a sunbather, lying on her stomach,
who had untied her bikini top to avoid an unsightly tan line on her back.
She was drawing much attention from both men and women in her vicinity. 
The women were jealous and the men were delighted.  The reason I noticed
her was the long expanse of well-shaped legs and the tattoo around her
right ankle -- a coiled snake.  There couldn't be two women with the same
tattoo, I figured, so I ventured closer to look at the woman's face.  My
position put me between her and the sun, and as I looked at her she opened
her eyes and looked back.

   "I see you couldn't wait to take me up on my offer," she said.

   I explained that I had come across her by sheer luck.  Since I was
standing, she had to bend up to look at me, raising her body off the
lounger, and I stared at her breasts which were hanging from her chest.  I
couldn't quite make out the size and shape of her nipples, which were still
pinned down against the lounger.

   "I need a fresh oiling, if you have the time," she requested as she
reached down and handed me a bottle.

   She told me to start at her shoulders and work my way down.  She was
leaving her legs -- the best -- for the last.  I kneeled on the sand next
to her and leaned over, making sure some oil dripped down the sides of her
back so I had to retrieve it, brushing the sides of her breasts with the
gentle touch of my fingertips.  She made little sounds of pleasure at my
touch, but it was time to move on.  I finished her back, and then moved
down to her ankles, planning to work my way up.

   I applied the oil to the back of her calf and then lifted her leg,
bending it at the knee, to get all the way around to the front.  Then I
applied oil to the back of her thighs, and worked my hands around each one.
She accommodated me by shifting her weight and turning slightly.  I made
sure to apply oil all the way up each thigh, including inside the edge of
her bikini bottoms.  Each time I slid my fingers past her crotch, she made
those same sounds, only with more urgency.  I stopped, believing I was
finished.

   "You missed a spot," she said, and simultaneously turned over and draped
a towel over her chest.

   She took one of my hands and put it under the towel.

   "You wouldn't want me to burn up here, would you?" she asked
rhetorically.

   I removed my hand and applied oil to my palms.  Then I slipped my hands
back under the towel, fondling her large, firm breasts, paying special
attention to her nipples, which had become hard and pointed.  Each time I
passed my fingers over then, she moaned a little louder, and I'd stroke a
little harder.  She decided to return the favor and putting some oil on her
hands, slipped one down in between her legs and the other one down the
front of my trunks.

   By now, everyone in the vicinity was staring at the two of us, openly
fondling each other, bringing each other to climax.  We had stopped caring
if the towel was covering her chest, and the men around us were drooling at
the sight.  I continued to rub both breasts at the same time, kneading them
and caressing them as they slipped under my grip.  Occasionally I'd pinch
her nipples, and return to rubbing.

   She came first with her hand still down the front of her bikini bottoms,
making breathy cries of sexual climax.  I came immediately after, spurting
semen on my t-shirt and in my trunks.  Dribbles of it ran down my leg and
onto the sand.  She retrieved the towel and covered up, ending the "free
show."

   She patted my tented trunks and pleaded, "Don't lose my number."

   I promised, and departed to the smiles and approval of every man around.
I walked towards the surf to wash the cum off my legs and clothes.  Even
some of the women smiled, and suddenly I was sorry to be going home.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 14

   An Original HM Tale

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