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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of October 
2006)

Chapter 17

Brenda was intent on racing home, having suffered unexpected 
humiliation when her top, which she had rigged to fall off easily, 
had landed in greasy oil leaving her with nothing to put on to cover 
her tits, and then her panties had ripped clean off after being 
caught on a bolt.  Things had simply gotten a little out of hand, she 
told herself.  It was not the end of the world.  She had made herself 
much more vulnerable in the past few weeks.  But the fact that all 
her previous public nudity experiences had been calculated and this 
one had been a true accident left her feeling nervous about what more 
would happen in her year's contract with the cable TV company Channel 
69.

"You know," Ivan Stanley, the cameraman working with her, suggested, 
"you really ought to get this car washed."

"I can't go out again like this.  Not right now."

"You don't need to get out.  Just stay in the car, but go through a 
full service car wash where they do all the work.  Just sit there and 
act... um, what's that word...  nonchalant."

Brenda glanced sideways at the man sitting beside her.

"Come on," he pushed.  "The higher our ratings go, the more you can 
negotiate for more money in three months.  Besides, this can't be any 
worse than the stuff we had you doing those two weeks with the eight 
dares."

Brenda gave in.  She had come this far and things had gotten bad, but 
they could not get any worse.  She was already naked in public with 
no chance to cover up until she got home.  What more could possibly 
happen?  She drove around until she found the full service car wash.  
She and her husband Jim usually washed their car by hand in their 
driveway so it took Brenda a while to remember where the Clean-o-Mat 
was located.  All the while she was painfully aware of eyes in other 
vehicles staring at her nudity.  She felt so dirty and embarrassed 
and aroused.  It was all too confusing to her.

As she pulled the car up to the entrance of the Clean-o-Mat, Ivan got 
out.  "I will go inside and pay.  You just drive onto the conveyor 
and let it take you all the way through.  I will be watching and 
filming from inside.  They have large windows to watch your car go 
through."

Brenda made sure all the windows were rolled up and the doors closed 
tightly and locked, then moved forward to have her front wheels 
grabbed by the conveyor belt which would pull her through the washing 
machine.  It was a low process, she noted.

First came a spray of soapy water from above and both sides.  All the 
windows were soon frosted white and Brenda could not see anything.  
This made her shift uneasily in her seat.  How long would it be 
before she was seen by someone on the outside?  A minute?  Five 
minutes?

Next came the big soapy flaps which served to wipe the exterior of 
the car thoroughly.  Brenda could hear them slapping her door and the 
roof over her head and saw when they made contact with the 
windshield, but otherwise she was still shrouded in soapy darkness.

Having paid for one car wash and an air freshener to hang on the rear 
view mirror, Ivan made his way down the long corridor which ran 
alongside the conveyor.  From behind a row of large windows he could 
see Brenda's car inching forward through a mass of swaying soapy 
flaps.  Immediately following this came a lengthy spray of clear 
water which removed most of the suds from the car, and he could now 
clearly see Brenda sitting in her seat, breasts exposed and arms at 
her sides.  He raised his concealed camera to his ear to record a few 
seconds of the slow moving action.  Brenda sat riveted in her seat 
facing forward.  Perhaps she dared not look to her right to see how 
many people were watching her.  Of course it was only Ivan, but he 
would ensure that thousands if not millions of TV viewers got to see 
it the next week.

As Brenda's car continued its sloth pace along the conveyor, she saw 
the huge spinning brushes descending from above and closing in on the 
sides.  These would serve to throw off any remaining soap suds from 
her car and to give a general all-around drying.  She was soon 
engulfed in darkness again as the brushes covered her windshield and 
side windows.  What lay beyond?  Would it be the end or was there 
also a quick wax treatment she had to go through?  Never having been 
to this car wash before, she was not sure, but her anxiety was 
increasing, not to mention her arousal which began to trickle from 
between her labia onto the cheap fabric seat below her.  Why, she 
asked herself, was she so turned on by the unknown?

The answer to her first question came soon enough as she emerged from 
under the spinning brushes to find daylight and two Hispanic men 
approaching her car with bottles of window cleaner and rags for 
wiping the interior of the car.  Brenda sat as still as she could, 
pretending not to notice the men, but they immediately noticed her 
and rushed to get a better look.  They wiped haphazardly at the 
windows while staring openly at all her assets.  She looked up to one 
of them, the younger man, and blinked a few times as if thinking him 
a mirage.

The car doors were opened and both men began their same haphazard 
wiping of the insides of the windows, too busy ogling the naked 
beauty sitting within to pay any attention to their work.  Ivan had 
made his way outside and grinned at the sight before him.  He was 
capturing this on his little digital video camera and knew it would 
be a great shot for the show.

Ivan's presence must have startled the workers, as they very quickly 
averted their gazes from Brenda and began wiping down her dashboard 
and the rest of her windows with purpose.  Brenda reached to her side 
and pushed down on the lever which caused her seat to recline as far 
back as it would go.  She now lay looking up at her car's roof to 
watch the men watching her through the rear windows as they worked.  
She stretched her back with her arms up over her head and smiled.  
Unfortunately Ivan was not paying attention to that, he was still 
busy getting a shot of the guys gawking in at Brenda to demonstrate 
the effect she was having on other people.

Once the men were finished, Ivan thanked them for a job well done, 
got in beside Brenda, who was struggling to get her seat back in an 
upright position, and hung the small green pine scented air freshener 
over the rear view mirror.  "Let's roll," he said and Brenda gunned 
the engine before heading home.


Chapter 18

On Wednesday Brenda was talking with Roger, the cameraman from 
Channel 69's field crew two, about what she and Ivan had done at the 
car wash the previous day.  Roger expressed a desire to outdo his 
rival on field crew one but Brenda cut him short.  She has suffered 
enough embarrassment in the name of their apparent rivalry.

Besides, it was four o'clock and Brenda had a pork loin roast 
marinating in a bag on the counter.  She couldn't stay away from home 
for too long.  She and her husband were going to have a nice romantic 
and relaxing dinner alone tonight.  She emphasized the `alone' part.

So they sat and discussed Brenda's hopes and plans for the show.  
After tonight they would see whether it was on the right track and 
within a few days they would have a mass of viewer feedback to go on 
as well.  Brenda could hardly wait.  She had not seen herself on TV 
the previous two times she had appeared on Thomas Hardcastle's What 
Some People Will Do because it had been a live show.  This would be 
the first time she had ever seen herself on television and she would 
be seeing every part of herself.

The doorbell rang and Brenda rose to answer it.  The young man at her 
door was none other than Vince Browning.  He was a wrestler on the 
high school varsity wrestling team and was built like a tank; stocky 
and solid with well toned muscles.  "Hi there," he said.  "I was just 
asking that guy Tom about getting a ride downtown.  My car is in the 
shop - got a bad muffler - and I need to meet some friends this 
afternoon.  Anyway, Tom said I could get a ride from you."

"Oh he did, did he?"  Brenda leaned against the door jam with both 
arms crossed over her belly.

"Yeah, and he also said to give this to you."  Vince handed her an 
envelope with the Channel 69 logo imprinted on the upper left corner.  
Brenda ripped it open and read the short note inside.

Dear Brenda,

We have a little dare for you to complete.  Roger will be your 
cameraman.  This guy Vince needs a lift downtown.  I figured you know 
the place better than I do since I live about twenty miles away, so I 
offered your services.  I hope you won't mind.

Anyway, your dare for today is to drive Mr. Vince to his location.  
You are to remain completely without clothing below your hips during 
the drive there and back.  You are also to oblige any request to 
provide a better view of your unclothed regions.  Whether you let 
anyone touch you is your choice.  Roger will go with you to ensure 
this dare is properly completed, and I have been authorized by Mr. 
Griffith to provide you with a $100 bonus for seeing this dare 
through to the end.

Sincerely,

Thomas Hardcastle
Channel 69 Corp.

Brenda asked the young man if he knew what the letter said.  He told 
her that he did because Thomas had offered him a walk-on part for one 
episode as a test.  "So your car is not really in the shop, is it?" 
she asked him.

"No, actually it is.  Went in yesterday but they didn't have the 
muffler for my model in stock.  It should be in today and they can 
replace it tomorrow, they said."

"And where exactly am I taking you?"

"Just to kick it downtown with some friends.  But it's got to be 
today because this one guy that I went to school with for years who 
moved away last summer is here but only for the one day."

Brenda told the young man to wait outside as she went in to talk with 
Roger and to decide whether she wanted to go through with this dare.  
Roger had been told only a bit about the plan and was all smiles when 
he read the note from Thomas about what Brenda was not to wear.  
"Don't worry," he said, "I'll be there to protect you if anything 
goes wrong."

So Brenda went upstairs to remove her pants and panties, socks and 
shoes.  She returned wearing only an over sized tee shirt with screen 
printing of a tropical beach scene across the front and back.  The 
shirt was long enough to cover her privates.

"Nuh uh uh," said Roger with a waving index finger.  "Thomas' note 
says no clothing below the hips.  That's below the hips."

"But-- no.  This is a top, it's not a bottom.  It's just a long top."

"And it's clothing below your hips.  It's not allowed by this dare... 
unless you don't want the $100 bonus."  Pay day was coming up on 
Friday anyway, but since she had not made any money yet an extra $100 
would go a long way.  She trudged back upstairs to put on a shorter 
but thicker gray tee shirt with no designs or decorations on it.  She 
then made her way out to the garage through the adjoining door, 
started her car and backed out into the driveway.

"Come on Vince, I have to be back home soon so let's get moving."

Vince skipped over to the front passenger door calling, "Shotgun!"  
Roger slid into the back seat with his portable camcorder in hand.  
He made sure to get a few shots down Brenda's front to demonstrate 
her naked pussy and thighs.  Vince, too, was making sure to get a 
good view of that region.

"So...  you don't shave your pussy?" Vince asked after several 
minutes in silence.

"I beg your pardon?!"

"Your pussy.  It isn't shaved.  I just noticed it, that's all.  
Nothing to get defensive about."  Roger grinned in middle of the back 
seat.

"Well, ahem, Vince... do you like looking at my pussy?"

Vince nodded vigorously.  "Yep.  It's nice."

"How many other pussies have you seen, Vince?  In person, I mean."

"Three."

"And were they all shaved?"

"Two of them were."

"Do you prefer them shaved?"

"No, not really.  They look more warm and inviting with fur like 
yours."

Brenda blushed slightly at the hard compliment.  It wasn't the only 
thing in the car which was hard.

"I bet your pussy feels real nice," Vince added a moment later.

"It sure does," Brenda replied.

Vince directed her through several turns and she realized they were 
heading in the direction of old town.  She didn't even like old town, 
why would a group of guys nine years younger be interested in it?

"Right here," Vince said suddenly as they were driving slowly through 
the narrow boulevard of old town.  She pulled into the nearest 
available parking space and asked what was around that was of 
interest.  "The pool hall," he told her as he stepped out of her car.  
A moment later he was approached by three other guys looking also to 
be around eighteen years old.

"Hey, check this out," Vince said and he turned to direct their 
attention at Brenda's bare bottom half."

"Holy shit man!"

"No fucking way!"

"Who is she?"

The four guys gathered around like buzzards and stared at her through 
the windows of her car, asking questions of Vince as if Brenda 
couldn't hear them.

Roger spoke up from the back seat.  "Hey Brenda, it doesn't seem very 
fair to have put on such a display for Vince without letting his 
friends have an equally good look at you.  Why don't you pop open 
your door, place both feet on the ground and let them see you 
properly?"

Brenda bit her lower lip to keep from screaming "these are just 
kids!"  She remembered the effect those words had had on Ernie, 
another neighborhood eighteen year old, the day before when he had 
applied suntan oil to her body as she lay out to sunbathe nude for 
the first time in her life.  She unclasped her seatbelt and opened 
her door as requested.  She swung her smooth legs to the side and 
placed both feet flat on the warm asphalt.  The boys gathered `round 
her open door and gazed in amazement at what their friend had brought 
with him.  Was she a slut?  An exhibitionist?  Was she single?  Was 
she begging for sex?

Brenda tried to look away while the four young men looked her up and 
down (mainly down) and salivated.  But she could not resist looking 
to see how large their cocks were growing inside their pants.  Each 
one had a tent going up and she found herself wondering how large 
each of them was.  She unconsciously began to spread her knees wider 
to give the horny guys a better look up her soft furry brown pussy.  
She once again began to feel moisture from between her labia and 
wondered if the guys would notice.

One of the guys asked, "Hey baby, why don't you lift up that shirt of 
yours so we can see the rest of you, too?  No point teasing us with 
just your slit."  The other guys commented freely on their desire to 
see her breasts.

"They look pretty big," one of the guys noted.

"Yeah, but it could be a padded bra," Vince replied.  Of course, he 
had seen her breasts already a few times over the past several weeks, 
but he badly wanted to see them again and to convince her to show 
them to his friends now.  He would be quite a big man in their eyes 
if he not only got a ride from a beautiful bottomless woman but also 
got her to take off her top for his friends.

Brenda shook her head but found words hard to speak.  Her mouth was 
too dry.  She finally worked up enough moisture in her mouth to make 
coherent sounds.  "I really don't think so, guys.  This is all you 
get to see."

"Okay then," another young man said, "then let us touch your pussy.  
If you're gonna show it and not show us your titties, then we get to 
feel how soft your pretty little pussy is."

Brenda reconsidered showing them her tits instead.  "You know," she 
said, "I would rather show you these than let you touch anything."  
With that she lifted her gray tee shirt until it bunched and rested 
atop her large breasts.  The guys were mesmerized by the size and 
firmness of them, not to mention her large dark pink nipples which 
were quickly constricting to hard points as her arousal grew.  They 
couldn't believe their incredible luck.  Here was this gorgeous 
woman, older than any of them but looking still quite young and firm, 
completely exposed no more than two feet from them.

"Can we touch those?" one of the guys asked, nodding toward her 
chest.

"Absolutely not!"

"Then... would you touch them for us?"

Brenda considered the question.  She was already showing them 
everything.  What harm could it do to touch herself a little while 
they watched?  She cupped both breasts in here hands and jiggled them 
enticingly.  Then she circled her nipples with the thumb and 
forefinger of each hand and pinched lightly.  A moment later she let 
one hand meander down her bare belly to trace invisible figure 8's 
through her pubic hair while continuing to squeeze and roll her 
nipple with the other hand.  All the while she kept a watch on all 
four guys and relished their reaction.  One guy had his mouth hanging 
agape and a line of drool running down his chin.  Another soon 
developed a wet spot at the front of his shorts as his face contorted 
in climax.

"I'm not a slut, guys, I'm just winning a bet and nothing more."  
With that Brenda turned back into her car and slammed the door shut.  
She threw the transmission into reverse and pulled back into the 
street, giving the guys one last look at her bare breasts before 
taking off for home and pulling down her shirt.


Chapter 19

Brenda Young drove back toward home after leaving the neighborhood 
kid Vince - the second eighteen year old boy from her neighborhood in 
two days who had gotten to get up close and personal with her nudity 
- with his friends downtown.  She told Roger the cameraman in the 
back seat that she was never doing that again.  He commented that he 
was able to smell her arousal, and that only made it that much more 
embarrassing for her.

Brenda crouched low in her car despite her chest being completely 
covered; it was beginning to be instinct.  She noted that she was 
still two miles from home and her gas guzzler of an old car was 
running on fumes.  There was virtually no chance that she would make 
it home without stopping at a gas station and even if she did she 
would be stuck there, unable to get back out to get gas later.

"Roger, dearest, would you be so kind as to pump some gas for me if I 
stop?" she asked sweetly, watching the man in her rear view mirror.

"Don't you think it would make better material for the show if you 
pumped it yourself?" he asked in return, wanting very much to watch 
this bottomless woman stand around in a wide open gas station lot 
waiting nervously for the tank to fill.

"Yyeess," she said slowly, "but I think we have enough footage for 
next week."

"Well it's not just for next week," Roger commented.  "We can cut 
bits out and use them for later shows, that way you don't have to 
actually work for weeks at a time later on down the road.  You can 
take a two week vacation after a few months and still have quote 
unquote new episodes going on TV."

Brenda sighed deeply.  After all, she determined, she was being paid 
very well for her public nudity.  Hell, she would make more in five 
or six months than her husband would bring home all year.  So she 
found the nearest gas station off the main street, and pulled into 
the farthest back - read as most concealed from the street - island 
of pumps.

Brenda took anther deep breath and made up her mind to get it over 
with quickly.  She pushed open her door and hopped out onto the 
concrete slab surrounding the island of gas pumps.  It was dirty and 
slippery with years of gasoline being dribbled over it in moving the 
nozzles between pumps and cars.  She grimaced at the feel of it under 
her bare feet.

Grabbing up the nozzle for the unleaded premium gasoline, she 
simultaneously popped open the gas door on the rear left side of her 
car.  She unscrewed the gas cap and set it on her trunk, then pushed 
the nozzle into the tank and pulled the trigger.

She waited a second for the gasoline to start.

After another few seconds she turned and regarded the back-lit LED 
panel which showed the price per gallon and her current price.  Just 
above the panel she noted a rough-edged sticker with faded lettering.  
"Pay Cashier First" it read.

Brenda groaned.  Temporarily forgetting her lack of clothing below 
her waist, she leaned in through her driver's side window and fished 
through the glove compartment on the passenger side.  Roger hung his 
camera out the rear side window on the driver's side to get a shot of 
her bare ass bent over like that.  He licked his lips at the sight.  
Two perfectly smooth and rounded cheeks with a pleasant cleft down 
the center and tightly squeezed pussy lips just barely peeking out 
from between her thighs at the bottom.  Perfection.

Brenda retrieved some cash from the glove box and jogged toward the 
small cashier's booth.  She had to go inside to pay and when she did 
she found another patron, an attractive young woman with curly dyed 
purple hair and a frilly, lacy black top and tight black shorts.  The 
woman had just finished paying for her gas and a pack of cigarettes 
and as she turned to leave she smiled at Brenda.  Her gaze lowered 
and her eyes widened as she beheld Brenda's totally naked lower half.

"Please sir," Brenda said as she rushed toward the counter.  "I need 
ten dollars on pump...  uh-- the uh pump over there."  She motioned 
toward her car.

The man behind the counter, an elderly dark skinned man with a gray 
beard and mustache and a white turban covering his hair, took her ten 
one dollar bills.  "Pump three," he said as he punched it into his 
computer.  "Can I interest you in anything else today?  A soda or 
beer?  Candy perhaps?"

"No, nothing else, thank you."  Brenda turned and rushed out of the 
small room through the open doorway, barely noticing the purple 
haired woman standing outside holding it open for her.

"Hey, nice ass," the younger woman commented.  Brenda shut her eyes 
to shut out the world around her but quickly opened them again as she 
began to slide on the slick concrete.  She flailed about for two or 
three seconds before a helping pair of soft hands caught her under 
the arms.  She turned and saw the pretty young woman's face right 
behind her.

"Th-- thank you."

"Don't mention it.  But you should be more careful when you run 
around half naked."  She laughed.  It was a sweet, light laugh like 
that of a shy schoolgirl.  "I'm Wynona, by the way," the woman said 
as she held out her left hand to Brenda.  Brenda began to extend her 
right hand but realized that would not work well and after a few 
seconds of fidgeting and squirming at the unusual way this girl was 
offering to shake hands, she finally extended her own left hand.  
They shook hands lightly, tenderly - almost sensually.

"Brenda.  Hey, I've got to go but thanks for catching me."

"Don't mention it," Wynona said as she turned to return to her own 
car to pump gas.  Brenda did likewise, trying to use the large pump 
to shield her naked rump and holding her left hand over her crotch as 
she pumped gas with her right.  As she pumped those gallons of 
gasoline, she thought about the delicateness of Wynona's touch on her 
left hand and without conscious effort, she began to very lightly run 
the fingertips of that same left hand along her pussy lips.  She 
tried to be as sensual as Wynona's touch and found that the very 
lightness of it made her want it all the more.  It was an understated 
sexuality that heated her to the core with longing.

"Sweet," was all Roger could say as he filmed Brenda's not-so-private 
ritual.  She snapped back to reality and discovered that her ten 
dollars had run out and that she was still bottomless in a very 
public place.  She hung the nozzle back on the pump, put in the gas 
cap and shut the gas door on her car, then slid quickly into the 
driver's seat.  She turned the ignition and was off like a flash.

Because she had taken the farthest pump in the back of the station's 
lot, she had to turn a u-ie and head back toward the street.  She 
passed Wynona who honked once as she, too, began to pull out of the 
station.  Brenda waved at her but made no other attempt at 
communication, although she heard the younger woman yelling out 
"Where are you headed?"

Brenda waited for the light at the corner to change so she could turn 
into the street with no oncoming traffic.  A moment later Wynona 
followed.  They drove for two blocks before a red light stopped them.  
Wynona drove up alongside Brenda and leaned across her empty 
passenger seat to shout through the window.  "Brenda, can we maybe 
get together for lunch sometime?"

Brenda finally turned to face the purple haired girl.  "Sure," she 
called back.

The light turned green and both women drove on, but were stopped by 
another red light at the end of the next block.  Wynona shouted out 
her passenger window again, "Okay, where should I meet you?  And 
when?"

"Tomorrow.  Uh... at Jim's Burgers past the freeway," Brenda called 
back.  Wynona said it was a date and turned to go down the side 
street while Brenda continued on toward home.


Chapter 20

Brenda made it home with no further embarrassments or encounters with 
oddly appealing young women.  She tried to shake the vision of 
Wynona's purple dyed hair and the memory of her soft touch but was 
unable to do so.  The whole experience at the gas station had left 
her feeling strange and curious.  She had a craving to watch some of 
those porn channels on cable to see the busty young women being 
fingered and fucked and licked by often unseen male companions.

But now she was home, in privacy save for Roger and his damned 
camera.  She didn't feel quite right around the short bullish man 
with his head shaved.  Despite his gentle nature over the past week, 
his brutish look made her uneasy.  And right now all she wanted was a 
quick shower and then some time alone, completely alone, in front of 
the television.

As she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, shedding her shirt 
as she went, she heard voices from up ahead.  She tensed up and Roger 
was soon standing alongside her.  She motioned toward her bedroom 
door and he nodded.  Moving up in front, he made his way quietly to 
the open doorway and peered in from just around the edge of the door 
jam.  He was relieved to see Thomas Hardcastle standing there in the 
room with some younger guy.  He stepped in and told Brenda it was 
alright.  She entered and immediately shrank back with her hands over 
her tits as she saw another neighborhood kid - the third now in two 
days to be brought in on her exhibitionism plans - standing with good 
old Thomas.

This boy was tall and thin, about five feet eleven inches and no more 
than one hundred fifty pounds.  He wore his light brown hair clean 
cut and nicely combed.  A pair of small John Lennon style round 
glasses sat perched on his nose.  He wore a nice almost silky looking 
button-down blue shirt and black slacks with polished black shoes.  
His face was very youthful but his dress, and Brenda had seen him 
dressed in a similar fashion on several other occasions, could have 
passed for thirty.

"Excuse me guys, but I need to take a quick shower and I'd like some 
time alone before my husband gets home."  She noticed that the young 
man tensed at mention of her husband.  Thomas merely patted the boy 
on the shoulder and gave Brenda a wide smile.

"Brenda, it's great to see you again.  And you do look lovely.  This 
is Ryan Albright.  He's eighteen and lives at the end of your block.  
Ryan, say hello to Mrs. Young."

"Uh, hi."

Thomas continued, "He will be helping us out with one final shot for 
today.  And since you are going into the shower and since I know you 
have plans with Jim later tonight, I guess we'll have to make do with 
that as the scene.  Ryan, I'd like you to help Mrs. Young in her 
shower.  Or do you prefer a bath, Brenda?"

Brenda gulped.  The only man who had ever shared a shower or a bath 
with her was Jim.  It was almost sacrilegious to allow an eighteen 
year old boy to be the second, but she was still quite aroused from 
her experiences of the day and needed a shower really badly to cool 
down.  "Shower's fine," she said.

"Alright then.  Ryan, you will have to get into the shower with her 
and help her wash herself up for her big date with hubby tonight.  
Can you do that?"

The boy nodded silently.

"Alright, now since Brenda is already naked, you'll need to also 
remove your clothes.  We wouldn't want to get those expensive threads 
of yours wet."

The boy paled considerably.  He had not anticipated himself getting 
naked in front of the camera.  He stepped into the bathroom and began 
to unbutton his shirt while Brenda was directed on how to stand while 
turning on the water in the shower.  The crew wanted to make sure 
they had a good, clear shot of her whole body as she did so.  Ryan 
was harder than ever before.  Being considered something of a nerd at 
school for the way he dressed so smartly, he had had very few 
encounters with girls his own age much less those eleven years his 
senior.  He had also never had sex.  His penis was pushing his pants 
straight out and it hurt.  He tossed his shirt onto the floor and 
quickly rearranged his cock in his pants.  He then sat on the toilet 
cover to untie and remove his polished shoes and dark blue socks.  He 
then stood and unbuttoned his pants.  He tried not to think about the 
camera being there as he lowered them to the floor and then pulled 
down his briefs.  He stood now completely naked and staring across 
the bathroom at an equally naked woman with big tits and a delicious 
looking furry brown pussy.

He thought it impossible but his cock grew even longer and more 
rigid.  It was seriously starting to hurt being so engorged with 
blood.

"Now Ryan," Thomas said with a hint of a laugh, "there is to be no 
sex, just good clean fun.  You will take your instructions from 
Brenda.  Brenda, your own instructions are simply to tell young Ryan 
here how and where to wash you.  You are not to wash yourself in any 
way.  Ryan will do all the work."

Brenda nervously got into the shower with the young man.  Now that 
his expensive clothes were gone, he looked so much younger and Brenda 
felt like she was robbing the cradle.  The poor little guy (well, he 
was big, in more ways than one, but little in terms of age) still had 
his eyeglasses on.  Brenda reached out and lightly plucked them from 
his face, then set them on the vanity next to the sink.  He stared at 
her without moving a muscle, except for the involuntary twitching of 
his penis.

"Be gentle," Brenda whispered to him.  She led him by the hand into 
the shower and raised her arms above her head as she turned under the 
shower head to get her whole body wet.  She then turned to face the 
camera and told the boy to soap up a cloth and begin to rub it over 
her body.  He took a minute to begin moving and when he did he 
fumbled and dropped the soap.  Instinctively they both bent down to 
pick it up and bumped into each other's naked, wet bodies.  "Sorry," 
she said.

Ryan delighted in the sight of Brenda's heavy breasts hanging down as 
she stood bent over and the way the shower water ran across her back, 
around her sides and over her breasts to fall in streams as if from 
her nipples.

"No no, my fault," Ryan replied.  Once he got the cloth soapy, he 
began to rub it over her neck and shoulders, then down her back.  He 
hesitated at the curve of her ass but lightly ran the cloth over both 
cheeks, then down each leg and back up again.

"That feels really good, Ryan," Brenda cooed.  Once again her arousal 
was growing.  His touch was uncertain and a little bit clumsy but it 
was light like that of Wynona at the gas station.  Brenda found 
herself pushing backward against the young man, her ass cheeks 
clenching around his stiff prick.  "Now reach around and soap up my 
tits," she said in a husky tone.

Ryan nervously reached both hands around to Brenda's front and held 
the wash cloth between them.  He rubbed it up and down the front of 
her neck and over her upper chest.  "No," she said, "my tits Ryan.  
Rub my tits."

"Oh god," he gasped.  He absolutely could not believe this babe was 
ordering him to rub her tits.  He took her right breast in both 
hands, with the washcloth still clutched between them, and rubbed the 
rough cloth all around the large swell of her flesh.  The roughness 
on her sensitive skin sent a shiver down Brenda's spine and a shake 
through her butt which was still clenching Ryan's prick.  "Oh god," 
he said again as he felt her wiggle against him.  He was going to 
cum, he knew it.  And when he came, he was certain it was going to be 
a torrent.  The pressure in his balls was immense.

He fondled Brenda's left breast with the cloth and the rubbing of the 
material over her nipple again sent a shiver down her spine.  The 
resulting wiggle in her butt sent a gargantuan tremor through the 
young man's body and he cried out as his sexual tension broke in a 
flood of hot white sticky semen jetting up Brenda's previously washed 
back.

Brenda felt the sticky goo spray all the way up to her neck and 
gasped.  She turned quickly around and pressed her furry crotch 
against his softening cock and kissed him full on the lips, her big 
tits flattening against his flat chest.  Roger and Thomas hooted at 
the sight of the boy's cum all up and down Brenda's back and zoomed 
in for a really good shot of it before the water rinsed it away.

Meanwhile Brenda's tongue pushed in between Ryan's lips and sought 
out his own tongue.  She gripped his ass with both hands and pulled 
him as close as she could with the head of his cock resting between 
the folds of her pussy lips.

Brenda realized what she had just done and stepped away from Ryan.  
"I'm sorry!" she said in a hurry.  "I just can't go on with this.  
Please, everyone leave.  Everyone!"


Chapter 21

Thomas had to pull Ryan by the arm to get him out of the shower.  
Brenda had called it quits for the day after the young man had shot 
his hot cum all over her back and she, lost in lust and desire which 
had been building throughout the day, had kissed him open-mouthed in 
her and her husband's shower.  The boy was stunned and Thomas had to 
help him get dressed before ushering him out and down the stairs to 
the front door.

"Hey," he told the boy, "at least you got to cum.  Some of us don't 
get that luxury working with her."

Thomas packed up his stuff and told Brenda he was leaving and that he 
hoped her evening with Jim went well.  He also apologized if she felt 
they had gone too far in this particular instance.  This was very 
much what she had agreed to do when she signed the contract to have 
her own cable TV show on Channel 69, but perhaps it was still too 
early in the season to have her getting hot and steamy with people 
other than her husband.

But once the men were all gone and the house was again quiet, Brenda 
stepped from the steaming shower, her back having been rinsed clean, 
and toweled herself dry.  She then made her naked way out to her bed 
and lay down.  She paid no attention to the open bedroom window 
facing out on the street nor did she notice that Roger was still 
there with his camera.  Her hands went to her breasts and pussy and 
in an instant were rolling, pinching, pulling, squeezing and rubbing 
her erogenous zones with furious speed.  A day's worth of naughty 
behavior in front of several late teen boys had finally caught up 
with her.  But in her mind it was the face and hand of Wynona, the 
pretty purple haired girl she had met briefly at the gas station, who 
was manipulating her breasts and pussy.

Brenda's movements slowed as she thought of Wynona's tender handshake 
and the electric sensuality she had felt at the time.  As she 
imagined the delicate younger woman's touch, she began to emulate it 
in her self lovemaking.  Her fingers danced lightly over her engorged 
pussy lips and yearning clitoris.  But her pussy demanded more and 
kept leaping up off the bed to impale itself on her fingers as deeply 
and quickly as possible.  But her mind controlled her fingers and 
kept them at a safe distance and moving gently, softly in small 
circles over her skin.  This only continued to make her pussy demand 
more and more, but she continued to deny it the quick relief it so 
desperately sought.

Her other hand gently kneaded her breasts one after another.  The big 
firm globes responded by growing ever more sensitive to her touch and 
her dark pink nipples stiffened to the size and shape of pencil 
erasers.

She delicately flicked each one in turn with just her index fingertip 
and felt the same sort of electricity which Wynona had caused by 
simply shaking her hand oh so delicately.

She had agreed to meet Wynona at her favorite burger place just past 
the freeway for lunch the next day.  Why?  Was she becoming a lesbian 
or just experimenting?  Was she even capable of experimenting 
sexually with a woman?  She had never thought it possible.  That was 
something that only women with huge breasts on cable TV did.  But 
then, she was now a woman with huge breasts on cable TV, wasn't she?

Brenda forced herself to think of other things, and she relived her 
heterosexual experiences of the day.  Driving through town with no 
bottoms while one of the neighborhood guys sat next to her.  Giving 
him and his three friends a better look at her pussy in the parking 
lot in old town and then flashing her tits and playing with herself 
for them.  It had all felt so naughty and yet so right.  She liked 
knowing that younger guys appreciated her body and that they thought 
it one of the most gorgeous they had ever seen.  She liked having 
them looking at her bare breasts and her neatly trimmed pussy.  And 
as long as they were of legal age, what harm was there?  There was no 
real difference between flashing eighteen year old men and flashing 
eighty year old men.  But they had not touched her.  She wanted them 
to touch her; wanted them to want to touch her at least.  And that 
they had.  They had asked her to let them touch her pussy and to feel 
how soft it was, but she had refused and shown them her tits instead.  
Somehow, in the confusion of the whole situation, it had felt more 
right to be totally naked than to have four young men fingering her 
pussy in a public parking lot.  But now she wished she had let them.

And then after getting home from the gas station, where she had 
pumped her gas while still wearing no bottoms and where she had met 
the entrancing Wynona, she had taken a shower with another young man 
and had actually told him where to touch her and had wiggled her butt 
against his prick until he blew his hot load all the way up her back 
to her neck.

As she relived that memory of Ryan's orgasm, she reached her own and 
moaned out loud for over a minute.  The sensation of this new more 
delicate and lengthy masturbation made her orgasm seem so much more 
important and powerful.  She continued to rub around her clitoris for 
several more minutes with her left hand, moving her right down to 
join it at her slit.  She slid two fingers into herself and sought 
for her elusive g-spot.  Her continued manipulation of both her inner 
vagina and her clit brought her to a second shuddering orgasm.  She 
bucked her hips up off the bed, howling with delight.

And Roger caught the whole scene on tape for posterity.  He had shots 
from overhead, shots from right alongside the bed, and shots from 
between Brenda's far spread legs.  He had shots of her face 
contorting and moaning and shots of her hands working their magic in 
her most private places which had long since lost all privacy.  He 
had shots of her panting and gasping and shots of her whimpering the 
name Wynona before climaxing a third time.

Brenda fell into a deep, restful sleep after spending all of her 
energy on three of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt.  
Roger packed his things and left quietly before Brenda's husband Jim 
arrived home to find his wife lying naked with the bedroom window 
wide open and a sheen of sweat coating her lovely body.  There was no 
dinner to be had, but desert was lying asleep for him.

END OF PART 5
You can read more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

NOTE:  As of October 2006 I am working on new chapters to add to 
"What Some People Will Do".  I am looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story and have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.  Thank you!  Sir Render

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