By Karl P. dahl
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After each of us had taken a sip of whiskey, he spoke again. That sly smile was on his lips again when he said “By the way, don't you think we ought to know each other by name, now? Mine's Patrick, what's yours?”
“Robert”, I simply answered.
“Right, Robert, I think the best start of my story would be if you went and took a look in my closet. It's the door to the left here. On the wall inside, you'll find one of the things you came here for, and some other stuff as well.”
Slightly surprised, I took another sip and did what he said. I went to the closet door and opened it. I found the light switch easily enough, and when I turned the light on, I found myself looking into what first looked as a typical young male's wardrobe. Various jackets, sweaters and more or less baggy jeans hung to the right, and further in there were compartments for underwear and the like. But that wasn't what caught my interest; my eyes almost immediately went to the left hand wall. On it, a number of sets of women's clothing had been hung up neatly, as if on display. I couldn't see exactly how many, but gathered there were about ten or so hanging there. Closest to me was a blue bikini, then a training dress followed, and so on. Down at the back I could see a police uniform, apparently shaped for a female.
I found no words for what I saw. First, I thought I'd met some serious cross-dresser here (something I've never really understood the meaning of), but when I caught a glimpse of a black dress hanging further down, it all dawned on me. I went right to it, and it was Laura's dress hanging there, alright. Not only that, but her bra and stockings were hung up on the wall as well. In a sudden flash of memory, I saw the pile of clothing there on the club floor, with my wife naked as her name-day right in front of me. And then, the torn-apart panties, that he had never bothered to take. That's why no panties were present here.
Patrick's voice from behind got me out of my memories. “Found your dress yet?”
“Yeah,” I replied dreamily.
“You can take it if you want”
So I did; I removed the pins holding the dress up and took it down. “You can keep the other stuff if you want. They're not as special” I said to him as I stepped out of the wardrobe.
When I had seated myself once more, Patrick continued. “I suppose you want to know my story now?”
I nodded a 'yes'. “I think I kind of got the idea: you have sex with women and steal their clothing while at it. But I'd like to know more about it, you're right about that. And specially why.”
It was then, after a short pause that Patrick started his story.
“Let's take it from the beginning, shall we? You're right about those dresses inside there, I have taken them from women I have had sex with. More particular, I have stolen them while having sex and left them 'in a situation', so to speak. You've seen me in action, so you know I'm not bullshitting”
I once more nodded an affirmation.
“As for why, it's hard to say. I get a kick out of it, but only keep the clothes as a memory, not for any kind of fetishism or cross-dressing kind of stuff. Think of it as my private 'trophy wall'. Perhaps the best way to explain is to tell the story round the first pieces of clothing: the bikini”
As I inside my head pictured the blue bikini on the wall, Patrick continued. “It all began a few years ago, almost by chance. I like to think of it as a number of chance moments leading me into this 'hobby'. It was at the baths. I used to go there early mornings when I was working shifts to get some time to relax and simply cool down. Early mornings on weekdays, the baths are almost always empty, which means I can do what I like – nothing creepy, though – without anyone bothering. At this particular time, I was a bit depressed, since my girlfriend had broke up from me a few weeks earlier.
I didn't feel much for swimming that day, since I had taken maybe too many beers last night, so I went right to the jacuzzi, my favorite place. I was all alone, I had only seen one other man changing, but he probably was in the pool. I had just started to relax when I heard a familiar 'Well, hello there' from behind. I looked up and saw that it was my ex-girlfriend – Pauline, her name is – standing right by the edge of the jacuzzi. I was surprised to say the least, and felt a bit awkward seeing her again. We hadn't met since she had left my apartment shouting the other day.
That day, she was all smiles, though. 'I hadn't expected to see you here,' she said 'Mind if I join you?' To be honest, I really didn't enjoy the idea first, but I wasn't in the mood to stop her; this was no time to break up wounds. Besides, she looked as stunning as ever in her blue bikini.
So she went down into the water, just a few steps from me. Which was kind of strange when we had the whole pool by ourselves. She apparently was in a very pleasant mood that morning, and started chit-chatting right away. I stayed silent mostly in the beginning, but soon she got me in higher spirits. We talked about pleasant common memories as if it was years since we broke up. That brought up pleasant thoughts, that were hard to put away. Particularly as I noted that she was moving closer to me as we spoke.
When she placed a hand on my thigh and said 'You know, sometimes at night, I miss you very much' into my ear, I knew that she was up to something. It was hard for my body not to react, specially when she breathed in my ear and bit my earlobe; something that always have got me going. Amongst the fumes, I turned my head and kissed her, and she answered by putting her tongue in my mouth and pacing her hands more steadily on my thigh.”
Patrick swallowed before continuing, I too felt something sticky in my throat at that moment. “I probably was naive, but it certainly felt wonderful kissing her again. And I hadn't had sex since we had parted either, so you probably can imagine how my body reacted. I was rock hard within seconds, and Pauline couldn't help but notice as she moved her hand further up. She smiled her most devilish smile at me, but said nothing. Then she looked around to see if anyone else was near.
The pool lies quite secluded in its own room, and even better, you can see when people are coming as there are windows to the corridor leading to that room. We were still all alone when she placed her hand on my cock and said 'Well, Pat, are you up for it?'”
“I couldn't say anything, I just sat there, staring at her. Part of me (well, specially one part) wanted nothing else, but in a corner of my mind I felt hesitation. Was this really right? Right here? Now? I remember clearing my throat and beginning to state my hesitation, but all I could say was “Pauline...” before she released her hand from me. I could then only watch when her hands went under water, and she bent her legs just a little. A second later, she held her blue and wet bikini bottom in her hand. I was totally stunned when she gave it to me, saying “Hold these for me, will you?”. I looked down through the water. It was blurry from the bubbles, but I could clearly see her pubic hair. Then, she straddled me!”
Patrick turned silent there for a while and took another sip of whiskey. I myself could say nothing at all. My head was full of pictures of imagining the scene with partly naked Pauline sitting in Patrick's lap in a public pool. The strange thing was, that I pictured Pauline with Laura's face, full of intense pleasure from being in that situation. And it didn't bother me! I thought I should be mad when my mind played me such a trick, but I wasn't, it only excited me more; something that showed in my jeans by now. Perhaps the fact that I actually had seen this guy fuck my wife helped, I don't know.
Patrick continued. “I don't think anything would have stopped her at that moment, and I certainly couldn't. With a quick pull, she moved my bathing trousers down to my knees, making my cock out in the water. Then, she steered it into her.
Can you imagine the pleasure I felt at that moment? I doubt it. Remember that I hadn't had sex since we broke up, and that she had left me. Soon, I wanted nothing more than close my eyes and just let it all flow, but something inside me made cast quick glances over my ex's shoulder. Which was lucky, because we had just started pumping more intensely, with water splashing over the edges of the pool on all sides, when I saw someone coming through the corridor! I hushed Pauline and made barely made her stop, as someone from bath personnel came in through the glass door, took a quick look at the two of us, and turned back again. I saw a strange look on her face as she looked at the two of us. She must have seen what we were up to, that couldn't be difficult. But we held still, so I guess she couldn't be certain.
As soon as she had left, Pauline started pumping feverishly once again, and I felt that I couldn't resist anymore. I had to see and those wonderful breasts once more! I grabbed the knot of her bikini top and pulled it up. Then I pulled it all off her, making her completely naked and releasing those two beautiful breasts for me. I somebody would have entered now, he or she wouldn't have doubted a second on what we ere doing. I caught a glimpse of distraction in Pauline's eyes as I stripped her, but she, too was too close to coming to be able to stop anything. I still held her bikini in one hand when the other went for a breast while I reached out to suck the other. That way, we soon reached our climax, I a few moments before she did. It was hard not to scream out loud, I tell you.”
Another silence fell into the room at that moment. I had found it hard to concentrate on his words as I kept imagining the scene, still with Laura instead of Pauline fucking in the pool. But I wanted to hear it all, specially how Patrick came to do what he did. So I urged him to continue.
Which he did, eventually. “Afterward, she slumped down next to me she was all blushed from the heat, both the pool and the act, and I was totally exhausted as well. I remember being full of joy, mostly because of managing to do a thing like this – I had never ventured at having sex in public before, you see – but also because of the fact that it had been with my ex-girlfriend. After we had sat there a while, I ventured at saying so: 'So, Pauline, does this mean we can start see each other again?' That was when she sneered at me.”
At that moment I saw Patrick's face turn sour. Even now, in this room and so much long since it all had happened, the feelings he had felt then showed in his face. And I could understand him. What a total shock it must have felt like!
'Oh, Pat, you're so naive', Pauline said to me then, 'Do you really believe that one little fuck would make us get together again? Because, this is what it was: a fuck, nothing else. A good one, I admit, but that's the only good thing about you!' I remember stammering a few 'But...' before falling in silence once more; I felt so utterly humiliated right then!
At that moment, the door opened, and two mid-aged ladies stepped inside the room. We had been so concentrated on each other, that we had missed watching out for other's. Remember, Pauline was still naked and I had my swimming suit down at knee level. I barely managed to pull my own trousers up before we saw the two step into the pool. Pauline could only sink down into the water to shoulder level, barely covering her breasts with fume; there was no way I could hand her the bikini without them noticing. I saw her holding one arm up over the nipples and one went down to her crotch; a really silly position, but what could she do?
There was no way we could continue our conversation, now; not with those two right in front of us. They looked curiously at Pauline, but I'm not sure they realized that she was naked in the pool. I doubt they would have stayed there if they knew. I fell into angry thoughts. Had she only wanted to fuck me? Was that the only thing I was good for? In fact, she knew about my routines. Had she come her, knowing that I probably was here, hoping to get a fuck with me?
Rage built up inside me, I felt humiliated and wanted to get back at her. But then I realized that I had a great opportunity right there, in my hands: I still held her bikini!
There was no time delay; I quickly got up from the pool, turned to my ex-girlfriend, said 'So long, honey' as casually as I could, picked up her and my towel, and then turned toward the doors. I'll never forget the look on her face I saw when I glanced back; just during those few seconds, her face seemed to switch between surprise, horror, humiliation, anger and finally despair! 'Don't stay too long in the pool, darling' I added before I went through the doors.”
Patrick silenced once again there for a while. While he took one last sip of whiskey from his glass, he had a dreamily look on his face, as if once again feeling the sweetness of revenge he had felt there at the baths. I myself stayed totally baffled; at the same time as I disgusted him for that petty, mean thing he had done, I also partially admired him for acting so quickly and at the same time being so cool about it. I also wanted to hear more. “What then,” I said after a while, “Did you just walk out? What happened to her?”
Patrick looked at me once again; he seemed a bit surprised, as if he had managed to forget that I was sitting there. “What? Well, yeah, I went through the main pool area as quickly but casually as I could. The first steps I was terrified that she would be running after me, ignoring the fact that she would be stark naked in front of everyone in there. By now, quite a few people had come to swim and relax. But nothing happened, so I relaxed a little and went to the men's changing rooms. It was only there I noticed that I still held tightly to her bikini; I had completely forgotten about it on the way there.
Oh, how I wish I could have been able to see her sitting there! I mean, sooner or later she would have to get up, as they clean the jacuzzi regularly, and no-one's allowed to stay in the pool during that time. Then, she would have to get to ladies dressing room naked, which meant walking through both the main pool area and sauna! It would have been fun to get hold of her locker key, that she probably had around her wrist as well, but I never had the opportunity for that. This was a total act of the moment, you know?
Needless to say, I got out as soon as I could, since I was still afraid that she would hurry after and try to set the guards on me. So I showered real quickly and got dressed and outside in only a few minutes. Meanwhile, I almost got hard again, thinking of various situations with Pauline naked in the bath; shocking the two elderly ladies when she rose, striding or running in the main pool room, being caught and questioned by bathhouse personnel, etc. There was no end to my imagination!
When I got home, I still had her bikini, and didn't know what to do with it. I decided to keep it as a memory of this situation, but I didn't put it up on the wall right then; that came some time later.
Next day, when I came home, there was a message on my phone from Pauline. I had never heard her more angry, she called me things I hardly could believe her saying, and used words I never would have thought she could take in her mouth! Between the lines I gathered that she had forced herself to run out of the room and right to the dressing rooms, but that she somewhere had slipped and fallen right in front of some people! She also said I should hope they'd we'd never see each other again, because then, she would get her revenge. I never called back, and never dared answering those times she called afterward when I was at home (I could see it was her phone number – she was never smart enough to use another phone). But she knew where I lived, so some time after I was afraid that she would come to me. But she never did; probably because she never dared herself.”
By Patrick's smile, I gathered he had finished telling his story. I, too, sat in silence, contemplating on his words. “So this is how you 'accidentally' got the taste of having sex with women in public, and at the same time stripping and humiliating them?” I asked him, maybe too harsh, but I found it hard to stay neutral.
My words woke him from his joyful state. “Humiliate? I'm not sure – I mean, she...” He lost words there for a while, before gathering some more strength. “Well, yes, I you see it that way. She was the first, that led me into this, and afterward I couldn't stop enjoying the things I had done – I also gave some of the best fucks ever. The only thing I regret was that it had been done with someone I knew, who could get in contact with me after. That's partly why I choose strangers. But I do find it important to give them pleasure, and I've never forced myself upon anyone.
If you want, I could tell you of some more of these events, so that you know what I'm talking about”
His question surprised me, but I slowly nodded a yes. I found that I really did want to hear some more of his stories.
To be continued.