From davewl@indy.net Mon Mar 17 09:58:30 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.indy.net!not-for-mail From: davewl <davewl@indy.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Stripped In Public, Part I, Dave Wallace Date: 17 Mar 1997 14:58:30 GMT Organization: IndyNet - Indys Internet Gateway (info@indy.net) Lines: 260 Message-ID: <5gjm6m$4u0$1@news.indy.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ip75-118.ts.indy.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.22 (Windows; I; 32bit) If you are under eighteen (18) years of age, you shouldn’t be at this web site, let alone reading this naughty story. This story is intended for the reading enjoyment of adults only - hence, if you are not an adult, do not read this story! If you are accessing this site from a geographical location that proscribes the receipt, electronically or otherwise, of such adult materials, then, please, do not proceed any further. Finally, if you are offended or even disinterested in adult (e.g., erotic, prurient, sexual) writing, (again, confusing, given that you are at this www location and viewing this ‘disclaimer’), then you should exit, escape, leave, cease and desist - go somewhere else. Otherwise, I hope that the following entertainment will bring you enjoyment. Stripped In Public - I A Short Story by Dave Wallace I When the doorbell rang, I knew that it was Karen. I’d talked to her on the ‘phone earlier and made arrangements for her visit. All I’d told her was that I worked with her husband, Bob (true), that she mustn’t tell him that I’d contacted her (true), that he was in very serious trouble at work (not true), and that I needed her help to get his ass out of trouble (not true). I’d noticed Bob looking at me hungrily any number of times. Like most men, he seemed to think with his dick most of the time. I liked Bob. He was intelligent, seemingly devoted to his wife, Karen, for the most part, but nevertheless perpetually horny with that ‘honeymoon’s over’ vibe that most young married men have. The few times that I’d been around his wife, she seemed a bit conservative. She struck me as the type of woman who didn’t even trim her bush, let alone shave it bare as I did mine. I looked forward to her seduction - and ultimate degradation. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Putting a somber look on my face, I opened the door to Karen, stepping aside to invite her in. Her puzzled look notwithstanding, she looked eatable as she strode purposefully past me and into the foyer. She’d dressed conservatively, as I’d expected, but that was OK. Before long, if things went according to my plan, she’d be out of her clothes anyway. "Hi, Karen. I’m glad you came. Can I get you a drink?" "Some ice water would be fine, thanks." "Have a seat in the living room, I’ll get your water and, if you don’t mind, I’d like something a bit stronger. "I realize that I was a bit cryptic over the telephone, but I didn’t want to discuss things without being face to face. Excuse me, I’ll be right back." As I’d left Karen in the living room and gone to the kitchen to fix our drinks, I was pleased with the mystified look on her face. I wanted to keep her off balance, susceptible to my suggestion, to my control. "Here’s your water, Karen. If you smoke, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t here. I don’t like the smell." (This wasn’t true, but I wanted to establish control. How better, than to deny a smoker the right to light up?) "Karen, I wish that what I have to tell you were easier but, when I told you that Bob was in trouble, if anything, I was understating it. Bob’s really stepped in it. "I discovered yesterday that he’s embezzled equipment and money from the company. From what I can tell, it is possible to cover his tracks, he was simply sloppy, but I’ll have too move quickly. "I’ve thought of a plan and I know that I can do what is necessary at work tomorrow to make things right. "Basically, it’s up to you. Bob’s committed a felony. By my actions, I will be aiding and abetting a felon. I will be guilty of complicity in his actions and could be prosecuted as a felon myself for my involvement. "Understandably, for me to take this kind of risk, I want to be compensated. Do you understand?" "I’m sorry, Janet. I don’t think that I do understand. Are you asking me to pay you money?" "No, Karen, I’m not. "But, I’m not willing to dig Bob out of the hole that he’s dug himself into for nothing. I don’t want your money. I’ll explain myself. But first, I want to make sure where you’re at on this. "Let me ask you. If I do nothing and Bob goes to jail, would this make you happy?" "Of course not, Janet. I’d be devastated. I love Bob. I’d do anything to help him get out of this. But, I still don’t understand what you’re asking of me." "Karen, it’s been my experience that most people are loose with words. They say one thing and they mean another. I remember a cowboy movie that I saw once where, I think it was the actor, Sam Elliott, that said, ‘If a man can’t say what he means, how can he mean what he says?’. I always thought that was an incredibly cool quote. "You say that you’d do anything to help him. Do you mean that, Karen?" "Absolutely, Janet. I feel like you’re toying with me, though. Is there something specific that you want from me?" "Karen, to make a long story short, if you want me to get Bob out of this sticky situation, quite simply, I am demanding that you obey me implicitly for the next twenty four hours. "Let me spell this out. I’m bisexual. The people that I work with would shit if they knew this. My family and friends would die if they realized the truth of this. At any rate, though, I’ve always enjoyed both men and women. Once upon a time, when I was younger, both boys and girls. "The times that I’ve seen you, I’ve wondered what it would be like to share your body. To make love to you. To use you. "Don’t be shocked. As they say, you shouldn’t knock it if you haven’t tried it. Have you ever had sex with a female? "No." "If you want to back out of this, I’d suggest that you leave now. Tomorrow, I promise you, I’ll simply report what I’ve found at work and Bob will be, I’d imagine, going to jail. What’ll it be?" "I said that I’d do anything. I meant it." "Very well then, Karen. You understand that, once we start, there’s no going back? That once I take possession of you, the bargain continues for twenty four hours?" "OK." "I’d prefer, ‘Yes, ma’am’, Karen." "Yes, ma’am." I could tell that Karen was embarrassed about addressing me in this submissive way but was also turned on by it. This was going to be fun! "Stand up and take off your clothes, Karen. Now." "Yes, ma’am." I leaned back in my chair and watched as Karen began unbuttoning the small buttons of her blouse, a blush evident on her face, lust barely discernible in her eyes. "Just put your clothes on the couch, Karen." "Yes, ma’am." Her blouse was off, she’d stepped out of her shoes, and the skirt soon followed. Her underwear was even conservative. I suspected that this conservative, straight laced woman was going to be hell on wheels if I could get her to come out of her shell and face the hot slut that was her potential. I knew that I was just the person to help her realize this goal. Her breasts were lush, probably a 38B, capped with pencil erasure nipples, hardened by the moment or by a chill, I didn’t know. Her practical, white cotton panties were all that remained and I couldn’t resist. "Karen. Before you take off your panties, one last chance. Get dressed and get out. Or, obey me totally." "Yes, ma’am." She hadn’t hesitated in her response and her fingers grasped the panties from each side, sliding them over her hips, down her legs, and stepping out of them, to place them with the rest of her clothes on the sofa. "Come over here and stand in front of me, Karen." "Yes, ma’am." "Put your hands behind your neck with your fingers interlaced, Karen. Do not remove your hands from your neck or you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma’am." I leaned forward in my chair, setting my glass on the table, and suddenly reached between Karen’s thighs. My fingers traveled through her, as expected, full bush and softly stroked her labia. "I don’t like this hair, Karen. In a moment, you will go into the bathroom and shave it off for me. Do you understand, Karen? "Yes, ma’am." "I mean all of it, Karen. When you have finished shaving, I expect you to be as bare as a child. Spread you legs for me, Karen." "Yes, ma’am." As I stroked her pussy, her arousal was evident in her wetness. I couldn’t resist pointing this out to her. "You’re wet, Karen. You must be enjoying my touch." "Yes, ma’am." I continued with my ministrations as I spoke. "When you’re freshly shaven, Karen, instead of my fingers, I’ll use my tongue. Would you like that?" "Yes, ma’am." "Has a woman ever licked your pussy, Karen?" "No, ma’am." "Do you want me to lick you, Karen?" "Yes, ma’am." "Go to the bathroom now, Karen. Be careful with the razor. I don’t want you to cut yourself. I’ll be waiting for you here when you’re done. Help yourself to the shower also while you’re in there." "Yes, ma’am." And, she was striding towards the bathroom, her trim bottom switching as she walked away from me. I decided to get me another drink and went to the kitchen to fix it. Feedback is always appreciated. Dave Wallace Indianapolis, Indiana