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 Author: Doctor Darkness
Title: A Night with Gloria, part 2
Summary: A married couple get naughty in their apartment and outside.
Keywords: MF, exh, voy, bbg, drugs, alcohol

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   Soon the front door opened and Gloria came out to join me.  Placing a
hand on my shoulder for balance, she sat down on the step next to me and
picked up her beer, taking a good, long swallow from the cold bottle. 
"It's still hot out here," she said.

   "Yes," I replied, "but with the sun having set it'll surely cool off
soon."

   "I want to get naked," she purred.  "Let's go back into the front room
and smoke a little more pot."

   So, once again, we were up and into the house.

   "Do you remember when you entered me in that Amateur-Night dance contest
last summer?" she asked as I fastened a roach clip to what was left of the
joint we'd been smoking.

   "Yeah, I sure do!  That was one of the greatest nights I've ever had!" I
answered.  "You had a lot of fun, too, didn't you?"

   "Oh yeah!  As a matter of fact I've been thinking how much fun it would
be to do something like that again!" She paused, then added, "Sit down on
the couch and let me show how how I'll dance this time."

   So I lit the roach, took a good hit, passed it over to her, then sat
myself down in the darkening room.  There was still a good amount of light
coming in from the pig picture window - we hadn't bothered to close the
drapes.  And there was light shining in from our front door which we had
left standing wide open.

   After she filled her lungs with the pungent smoke, she stood still and
smiled for awhile, then sat the joint down in the ashtray and moved to the
center of the room, directly in front of the window.

   "Every time we get up to dance," she asked, "we have three songs,
right?"

   "That's right." I answered.

   "Okay, then," she said with a naughty smile.  "During my first song,
I'll strip off all of my clothes.  And I'll finish that song dancing stark
naked in front of you and all the horny, drunk guys watching me."

   With her eyes half closed then, hearing the loud rock music with the
heavy beat from the juke box in her mind, she smiled and began swaying back
and forth, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.  Once it was unbuttoned she took
it off and tossed it aside.

   Then she half-danced, half-strolled over to the open front door. 
Standing there in full view of any one who might be looking, she unsnapped
her lacy white bra and tossed it over to the side where her blouse lay. 
Still moving to the music only she could hear, she cupped her large brests
in her hands and brought them up to her mouth one at a time, sucking and
nibbling first on one nipple then on the other.  As she was doing this she
looked dreamily out the door at her imaginary audience.

   Dancing back to the center of the room, she stood directly in front of
the picture window and unsnapped and unzipped the denim, cut-off jeans, and
let them loosen and fall as she twisted and turned.  Turning to give me a
smile, she quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles.  Stepping out of
them with one foot, she kicked them over to me with the other.

   Standing naked now, she announced, "Okay, first song over.  I'm ready
for a beer now."

   Picking up her bottle of beer, she raised it to her lips, tipped back
her head, and drained the bottle in one long gulp.  "I'll have a bottle up
on stage with me during the second song as a prop," she explained.  And she
slipped the neck of the bottle in and out of her mouth, explaining, "I want
all of the guys to see how I like to suck on long, hard things." After a
few minutes of this, she lowered the bottle to between her legs, and
started sliding the neck in and out of her pussy.  "Then I want all of the
guys to see how I like to be fucked," she added.

   She came to a stop, walked back to the couch and sat down next to me,
her naked leg pressed against mine.  "That was fun!  Wasn't it!?" she said,
taking a swallow from my bottle of beer.  "But now I'm all hot and sweaty!
And I need to relax and cool off for a minute.  Okay?"

   "Oh, absolutely!" I replied, "I need to catch my breath for a minute,
too!  Just watching you up there got me all hot and bothered, too."

   She leaned back against me and stretched her arms, then she stretched
and then spread her legs, and pulled one foot up to the couch while she
left the other stretched out in front of her.  This had the effect of
opening up her crotch for anyone to see who might happen to walk up to our
open front door, or pass by on the sidewalk in front of our picture window.
Oh yeah, she was certainly in a show-it-off to everybody mood tonight. 
Lucky me!

   "You know," I said, lightly stroking her naked leg, as she lay back on
the couch, her heavier breathing telling me that she was enjoying the
sensation of being touched while displaying herself, "it's probably a lot
cooler outside now than it was when we sat out on the front step earlier.
Maybe it would help us cool off a little to go back outside and sit for a
bit." The idea of doing that must have been already on her mind.

   "Yeah," she said quickly and excitedly, "but this time I don't think
I'll need any underwear on, do you?" And without waiting for an answer, she
reached over to the far end of the couch where she'd tossed her clothes and
grabbed her cut offs and her light blouse.  Slipping the shorts on, she
zipped them up and snapped the top button.  And tossing on the blouse, she
only bothered to button a couple of the middle buttons, leaving the bottom
of the blouse flapped open and the top open enough to give a nice view of
her cleavage to any one who chose to look.  And then I got up from the
couch and we both headed over to the front door.

   We walked slowly, both of us feeling a good buzz from the pot we'd
smoked and the beers we'd drunk.  Neither of us were any where near the
staggering stage of drunkenness or the spaced-out, brain-numbed condition
of the totally stoned, but we were carrying enough of a feel-good buzz from
the two substances that we were feeling very uninhibited and enjoying the
heightened level of sensory and sensual awareness we both liked so much.

   When we stepped outside, we realized that we had certainly made the
right decision.  The sky had turned into its deep, night time black, and
the air was so much cooler now than it had been earlier.  It was probably a
good fifteen or twenty degrees cooler out here than it was in our front
room where we'd just been.  The temperature differential and light breeze
was enough to make my skin tingle just a bit.  Looking over at Gloria I
could notice her nipples hardening under her light blouse.  That was partly
due to the excitement of being outside in a more undressed state than
normal, of course, but I'm sure that part of it was also due to how much
cooler the air was.  "Man," I said, "the air sure does feel great out here,
doesn't it?"

   "Oh yeah!" she said, "It makes my skin feel all tingley.  And just look
at how my nipples are getting harder!  Can you see?" And she held the front
of the blouse out in front of her so I could have a clear view down the
front of it to both of her tits.

   "Yep," I said.  "They sure do look great, I had already noticed."

   "Oh," she said, "Do you know what we forgot?  There's still the trash to
take out from the kitchen.  Neither one of us has taken it out to the
dumpster yet.  Do you want to take care of that?"

   "Oh sure!" I said.  "You just wait there, okay?  I'll run in and get it
and be right back out!"

   Now, I was no great fan of taking out the trash.  That never ranked very
high on my list of fun things to do.  But on a night like this, with Gloria
dressed as she was, walking back up to our front step where she was sitting
after I'd dropped the trash bags in the dumpster would give me a great view
of how she looked.  I'd be able to see the show she was putting on, and I
was really looking forward to that.  So I was back into the house, through
the hall to the kitchen, then back out again with the trash quickly.  Then
it was over to the dumpster that was ...  oh, maybe fifty feet or so from
our front step, and time to walk back.

   And, oh, my, was the view ever nice on my return!  She had unbuttoned
one of the remaining two buttons on her blouse, and the only button still
fastened was significantly below tit level.  Sitting as she was, anyone
passing by on the sidewalk would have had a great view of her breasts,
barely hidden inside that light blouse.  Of course, it was also possible
that no one would have noticed any of that, ...  if they had happened to
look down at her spread legs first.  It was very obvious that she wasn't
wearing any panties, and that she had shaved her pussy again.  The denim
cut offs she had cut so high that there was only a thin strip of seam
material left between her legs.  Sitting with her legs spread open, any one
glancing her way would have thought at first look that she was sitting
there bottomless.  For all practical purposes, she was.  Though I guess, in
a legal sense, that thin strip of material constituted just enough clothing
to keep her from getting arrested.  At any rate, the view walking back from
the dumpster was, as I have just said, pretty darned good.

   Sitting down on the step next to her, I leaned back and took a deep
breath, "You know," I said, "there's something about the night air that
really smells great."

   "Sometimes," she said, sitting back, too, and relaxing.

   "Yeah," I chuckled at her comment.  "Sometimes.  And when you're in the
right company.  And, speaking of nice things, the view on the way back from
the dumpster was really nice.  Thanks for that!"

   Smiling, she didn't reply but started slowly bouncing her knees back and
forth.  Given the way the thin strip of denim had worked its way up into
her crotch, I'm sure she was getting a certain kind of thrill from that
motion.  "I think I saw who might have been watching earlier when we were
in the front room," she said.

   "Oh, really?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  At least I think so," she said in a sort of relaxed, yet also
entertained way.  "Look over there in the field between those two buildings
across the street.  Every once in a while you'll see someone looking out
from around the corner of one of the back yard fences at the far side.  Not
from inside one of the back yards, but from around the outside corner.  I
think a couple of the young boys from the far building are doing a little
peeking." She certainly wasn't making any moves to cover herself up.

   I looked out at the field but I couldn't see anyone.  But I could see
that if anyone was there, they would be in a perfect position to see the
show she was giving.  She was clearly playing to an audience.  "Well," I
said, "I don't see any body over there."

   "Oh, they're there all right." she said.  "It was easier to see them
before you came out with the trash.  When you came out, they ducked back
around the corner like they were afraid you'd see them.  But before you
came out, I could see them plain as day.  It even looked like they had
their dicks out of their shorts and were masturbating." Well, that
explained the dreaminess that was about her now.  One of her strongest
fantasies is to be able to watch men and boys masturbate.  "You know," she
added, "their big sister, Karen, might be out, too.  Even though I haven't
seen her.  Rumor has it that she's been going out with her brothers at
night, here in the neighborhood, and doing some streaking."

   "Well now," I said, "That's interesting!" Karen was maybe fourteen years
old, something like that, but she was developing early and an attractive
enough young girl.  If she was indeed doing some streaking that would be
fun to watch.  "This is the first I've heard anything about it."

   "Yep," she said, "at least that's what the rumor is.  The kids are all
pretty sure it's true, too.  I guess Karen's not denying it at all.  And I
also hear they've been going back into the woods at night to party."

   "Hmm..." I said then, putting one hand up the back of her blouse and
softly rubbing her back, "back into the woods, eh?  As in back into the
woods, across the ditch, from our back yard?"

   "Yeah," she replied, with a low, husky voice, "back there where all they
have to do is look out from the woods into our back yard, ...  back there
where it's probably just about perfect right about now." And she smiled
over at me.

   "You know, we do have some of that joint left," I said.  "Why don't we
go smoke the rest of it, then head out into the backyard and see just how
....  perfect is is?  What do you say?"

   "Yes!" she said.  "Perfect!" And as she put her hand on my shoulder to
steady herself as she stood up, I noticed that her blouse was now
completely unbuttoned, because it fell open as she stood up.  Making no
effort to close it, she smiled in the direction of the field across the
street and turned and inside.  I followed behind her and we headed over to
the couch.



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