======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.sprintlink.net!tank.news.pipex.net!pipex!newsxfer2.itd.umich.edu!chi-news.cic.net!newsjunkie.ans.net!newsfeeds.ans.net!mail.wincom.net!news From: gplois@wincom.net (George Lois) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: "ME, A SHOWOFF?', Script (mf, exib, mast) Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 19:35:17 GMT Organization: Wincom (Windsor Information Network) Lines: 477 Message-ID: <31277cdc.4224682@news> Reply-To: gplois@wincom.net NNTP-Posting-Host: 198.81.217.93 X-Newsreader: Forte Agent .99d/32.182 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:133972 Disclaimer: If you are offended by graphic scenes of exibitionnism and masturbation, or are under legal age, exercise your right to delete. ME, A SHOWOFF? By George Lois INT. CARLA'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT Carla and her husband Cary are sitting entwined on their living room couch. He is massaging her bare breasts. She looks at him intently. CARLA I have to tell you something that's been bothering me for the last couple years. No, no, listen to me, Cary, 'cause I really have to tell you. We've sworm to be totally honest with each other, right? So there it is. (pregnant pause) Lately, I've had the weirdest urges to expose myself to complete strangers. You heard me right. And I don't know where those urges coming from. Honest, Cary. I haven't had them since I was, like, 13. But they're back now, that's for sure, and with a vengeance: they seem to be getting stronger all the time. And I really don't want this to get in the way of our marriage. (beat) What are we gonna do? CARY (concerned) What do you mean, exposing yourself? In public? Undressing... nude... in public? CARLA Yep. In public. My private parts. That... and even worse. CARY Worse? What're you talkin' about? CARLA Now, you can't get mad. You promised. CARY Okay. Okay. I won't. (sighs) What'd you do now? CARLA Well, the other day as I was driving on the open road... INT. WOODS -- MORNING FLASHBACK 1 Parking her car by the dirt road, Carla slips into the nearby woods and squats near a tree. Across a brook, a hunter-type, working the fields, sees her and hides behind a bush. CARLA (V.O.) ...I just had this sudden urge to pee. I couldn't wait a second longer. I stopped by the side of the road. As I pulled my skirt back up, I noticed this dude. His eyes were so shiny... He soon disappeared but I knew he was still looking. I was suddenly overcome by this irresistible impulse to want him to get an eyeful... I was, like, so turned on by that thought I couldn't resist showing off for him. Pretending to ignore the man, Carla comes out from behind the tree and approaches the water. Lifting her skirt, she starts to throw handfulls of water on her pussy so as to clean it. She then takes her halter top off and, it being a sweltering day, pours water on her breasts also. Opening her purse, she pulls out a Jergen's lotion container and squirts, like gobs of sperm, jets of white liquid on her chest, which she then massages slowly. After a minute, she stretches her arms out lazily and lies on her back on the riverbank. Pulling up her skirt provocatively, she spreads her legs widely, shooting more lotion on her cunt, which she ends up rubbing more and more extatically ...until her loud climax with her head tilted back and leaves sticking in her hair. CARLA (CONT'D) Just the fact that I knew he was looking at me excited me tremendously... Boy, was I turned on! CARY He could've raped you! CARLA Not really. Besides, a little danger is part of the thrill of it all! So I just rushed back home to you and I had the most tremendous orgasm... and you didn't even know about it. Flabbergasted, Cary listens. INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY FLASHBACK 2 Attired in stripper scanty clothing, Carla smokes a cigarette on her couch. A video camera watches her from atop her nearby computer. CARLA (V.O.) And there was this other time... when I decided to try on this videoconferencing program on the Internet. I advertised my site number a little in advance on IRC and when a few dozens people logged on, I was ready to give them a little show of my own. Looking intently at the camera, Carla, dark glasses on, takes out a penis-shaped dildo from her purse and starts licking it. She spreads her legs. CARLA (CONT'D) (to camera) You like that, uh? I know you do. I know you like naughty girls, don't you? It excites me sooo to be naughty for you. Oooooh! I hope you're stroking your big cock! Yeeaaah! Getting down on her knees, she tosses her underwear aside and spreads out the cheeks of her bare ass for the camera. She then slides a huge dildo in and out of her cunt. CARLA (V.O.) (CONT'D) Boy, I was getting so moist from trying those kinky clothes I bought for the occasion! That was so exciting... I had to finish what I'd started! Carla smells the panties she just took off herself. CARLA (V.O.) (CONT'D) Too bad you weren't there that day... I was so horny. Finally, Carla comes to a massive climax,pussy juices dripping down her legs.. BACK TO SCENE Carla looks apprehensively at her husband, who's shaking his head. CARY Why the hell did you do that for? Even if you had glasses on, you could've been recognized. People can finger you. CARLA (enigmatic smile) I had lots of dirty email that week. That was kinda fun too Then, she looks down and notices her husband's huge erection. Her smile widens into a smirk. She takes his cock out, which she starts rubbing slowly. CARLA (CONT'D) Do you think I have a problem, Cary? You know, sometimes I feel guilty about this whole thing. Maybe I should be a stripper instead of doing it everywhere like this... for free. At least, I'd get paid for it and it would be legal. What d'you think? CARY I think you oughta have your head examined. CARLA You do, uh? You wanna know something? I think you like what I just told you. CARY I like what you're doing now... is all! CARLA Don't mean that, idiot! CARY (hoarse) I know this sex therapist husband of a co-worker. Maybe you oughta, like, check out with him? CARLA Maybe WE oughta... know what I mean? Hungrily, she swallows his cock into her mouth. He GASPS. They end up mating passionately. When they finish, her face extatic: CARLA (CONT'D) God, I never came like this... and, by the sound of it, neither have you... how come? He remains silent. EXT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE -- DAY Eilleen, in an attempt at persuading her therapist husband to make love, pushes him onto the patient's couch and manages to pull his cock out. EILEEN Come on. THERAPIST You nympho, you! I have an appointment with this Carla. She's a new patient. EILEEN So? It's only in a half-hour. We have time for a quickie. THERAPIST She could be early. (sighs) You and your quickies. She starts hungrily to suck on his cock. He GROANS. After a while, she climbs on the couch and lets him fuck her from behind. Just as they climax, the doorbell RINGS. He pulls out of her. THERAPIST (CONT'D) I told you I had an appointment! They start dressing hurriedly. Eileen slips through the back door. EILEEN (grins) See ya later, alligator. I got some shopping to do. INT. THERAPIST OFFICE -- DAY Carla saunters in the office. After being waved in by the therapist, JOHNNY, she sits in the chair facing the desk and crosses her legs. THERAPIST I heard about you, Carla. What can I do for you? CARLA Doctor-- CARY You can call me Johnny. CARLA Johnny, well, I don't know how to begin. I'm not sure you can help me with this, but like my husband told you over the phone, I think I'be become an, uh, exhibitionist... and that's putting kind of a strain on our marriage. Carla crosses her legs the other way and pulls her skirt back up almost shyly. JOHNNY Mmmmm... I see. Are you sure this thing is the real problem or could it be something else? CARLA What'd you mean, doc-- I mean, Johnny? JOHNNY Well, you don't have any attachment to those men you expose yourself to on the Internet, do you? You don't sleep with them, right? For some beautiful woman like you, it's only natural to want to show what nature gave them. This ain't against the law as long as there are consenting adults involved. And I don't see anybody complaining, right? CARLA But Cary said-- JOHNNY Your husband is insecure. I suspect he gets a kick out of it, just like any other red-blooded male. Only he doesn't want to admit it because he's mostly concerned about loosing you to another man. And you're not about to do that, are you? CARLA No, but-- JOHNNY You can be a stripper for all I care and that would be allright. CARLA Doc-- I mean Johnny, my case is worse than you think. Can I be brutally honest with you? JOHNNY You sure can. CARLA Just talking about those things with you like this gets me horny... so much that now I even have a urge to show off my body for you. The fact that you're a doctor even adds a little spice to it. JOHNNY That would be a little unprofession-- Getting up, Carla has already started to undress and cavorts lasciviously around the office. CARLA Know what I'm thinking right now? I'm fantasizing about your cock while I lay on the couch here and masturbate for you. I'd like to suck on it-- JOHNNY (now sweating) Everybody has fantasies. Nothing wrong with that as long as they remain fantasies, but-- Carla lays on the couch, lifts her skirt and spreads her legs. She wears no panties. CARLA Don't worry, doc-- I mean, Johnny. Unknoting his tie, Johnny stands up from behind his desk and approaches the couch. He grabs her arm in a feeble attempt to hoist her up, but she unzips his trousers instead and starts stroking his erect cock directly over her face. CARLA (CONT'D) See what I'm up to? Don't you like me rubbing your dick like this? He GROANS in pleasure. She engulfs his member into her mouth as she continues to play with herself. After they both come, they get dressed in heavy silence. Clearing his throat uneasily, he leans back behing his desk as she gets ready to leave. JOHNNY That was good, but what happened? CARLA Well, technically, we didn't make love. I just got carried away. Sorry. JOHNNY Don't blame yourself. It takes two to tango. Nearing the door, Carla turns to him. CARLA Gotta go now. Just this one last question, though: you mentionned stripping and the truth is, I've been thinking seriously about it... but Cary objects to it. Can you talk to him, Johnny? JOHNNY Sure. Bring him over next time. INT. THERAPIST OFFICE -- NIGHT Carla and her husband, Cary, stroll in the office for the joint counseling session. As they sit down, the therapist turns directly to Cary. THERAPIST I'm gonna go directly to the heart of the matter: maybe it's better that Carla releases her urges by dancing naked for men than by keepin' it in. If she doesn't, she would have to release her anger and frustration on you and that would be hazardous to your relationship, wouldn't it? Maybe it's not right to do it in front of unsuspecting strangers, so I think the solution would be to let her strip in appropriate places. Stands to reason, doesn't it? CARLA Not to mention the money. Yep, I made all the arrangements. Maybe I'll get tired of it after a while. Maybe not. For now, it gets me hot just to think about it. I been practicin' my little dance number all week in front of the mirror. Want me to show you? JOHNNY (frowns) Is that part of the therapy? CARLA Just put some music on, okay? As he does so, Carla clims on the therapist's desk and starts gyrating in a lascivious dance. After throwing a piece of underwear on her therapist's head, she slips her skirt back on... and walks out laughing on her husband's arm. George gplois@wincom.net