Kate and I walked across the car park to the hotel reception trundling our bags behind us. We were booked on to a fortnight long, mandatory company training course to meet a new government policy on IT security. We weren’t looking forward to it – the subject matter was dull, and only marginally relevant to our jobs, and we were away from our homes. On the plus side, we were in Dorset and near the coast during a spell of hot summer weather, and the hotel was a good one with a decent restaurant – all paid for – and a swimming pool. It was over our usual permitted budget because the late organisation of the course meant there was nothing else available anywhere near.
I liked Kate because she was good at her job, assertive and organised; and also because she was a work-friend, one of those people you get on well with and would class as a friend, though you probably wouldn’t see outside work-related social events. Full of life, naturally friendly, confident and straight-talking, she was about 40 to my late fifties, attractive, fit and in good shape. She had long dark-brown hair, a ready smile and a direct blue-eyed gaze. I’d always had a bit of a crush on her, genuinely affectionate rather than pervy, though not without an eye to her body.
The receptionist took my name and tapped her keyboard.
“All this week and next, twin room for two with dinner and breakfast?”
“Err, no,” I replied, “for one, and another booking for my colleague.”
She looked at Kate. “Ah, sorry, could I take your name, please?” Kate told her and she tapped again, then frowned, tapped a bit more, and eventually shook her head slowly.
“No, I’m sorry, I don’t have a separate booking in that name. But that is the name I have for the second person in the room that’s booked. You definitely booked two rooms?”
Kate and I pulled out our phones and found the booking emails we’d each received, and showed them to the receptionist.
“That’s odd, they have the same reference.” She showed us. “Can you bear with me? I’ll just check with my manager.”
She went into the office behind the desk, and I looked at Kate, who looked back, I think with the same slightly puzzled expression.
“We might have to get another room ourselves and claim it back,” she said. “How’s your bank account?”
I laughed. We could hear a conversation in the office, and more keyboard tapping. After a couple of minutes a chair scraped, and a second woman came out, followed by the receptionist.
“I’m really sorry – there’s been a mistake when we took the bookings. It’s our error. We’ve put you in the same room. Worse than that, we don’t have any other rooms, we’re fully booked until next month. Would it be OK if I started calling around some other hotels?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I answered, “but that’s a real pain for our travel every day, and the evenings. Could you ask if they have two rooms? You know…”
The manager cut in. “Yes, of course, you’d want to stay together, and it’s our mistake. I’ll do that. Erm, would you like to wait in the restaurant with a cup of tea and a cake, on us, while I sort it out?”
We accepted, and the receptionist sat us at a table and went through to the kitchen to arrange for the drinks. We were pretty disgruntled, concerned that we’d now lost some of the redeeming features of our enforced stay. Twenty minutes or so later the manager came in, looking anxious.
“We’ve tried every decent hotel for a long way around, and I’m afraid there’s just nothing,” she announced flatly. “It’s the time of year and the weather. I don’t know what to suggest. I’m so sorry.”
I looked at Kate. “We’d better have the room, and maybe something will turn up. I could sleep in my car. Or would you be able to find a corner I could sleep in? A storage room or something, with a mattress…?”
Kate interrupted. “You can’t do that! It would be horrible, for….”
The manager broke in, “We wouldn’t be able to anyway, no, it wouldn’t meet our safety standards. No alarms, all sorts of reasons.”
“OK…” I said, and trailed off, out of ideas, and there was a pause while we all looked at each other blankly.
“Well, could we just share the room?” suggested Kate.
I looked at her and grimaced. “That wouldn’t be right. We’d have no privacy. HR would definitely not approve! I’d be invading your space, it would be unavoidable.”
Kate put her head on one side. “Well hang on, that’s for me to worry about. I mean, it might be awkward, but we could be careful, it could work. And anyway, I’d be invading your space too – it’s not all about you!”
“I think I’d trust you, Kate!” I replied, ironically.
“Well I’d trust you, too,” she smiled. “That’s my point.” That seemed to settle it.
The manager gave a wan smile. “Umm, OK… But we’ll give you first option on any room which becomes vacant, and we’ll keep trying other hotels. And we can pay for your dinners as some kind of apology.”
“Ah, that’s great,” I said, “but they’re on expenses anyway!”
“Oh… your drinks, then? Are those covered on your expenses? We could pick them up, so long as you don’t drink us dry every night.”
“That sounds good!” Kate exclaimed. And the deal was sealed.
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The room was large and airy, with two double beds and expensive-looking fittings. The windows came almost to floor level and looked over a neat lawn and trees at the back of the hotel.
Kate lifted her bag on to the bed nearest the window. “OK if I take this one?”
“Sure, yeah,” I said, putting mine down beside the other bed. Kate threw open a window, and I put my head round the door of the bathroom. “Wow, this is pretty tasty!” I called out. Kate scurried across and peered in with me. Rich chrome taps, lighting round the mirror, walk in shower with one of those wide heads directly above and thick glass panels, and a deep oval bath.
“Oh, swish! No expense spared!” said Kate, impressed.
We unpacked, laughing as we arrived at the wardrobe at the same time with clothes for hanging. It was strange attending to my personal stuff with someone else in the room, and to see Kate attending to hers. Just by chance I glanced up to see her pull a couple of bras out of her bag, and my breath caught in my throat as an image came to my mind unbidden, of Kate in a bra. I turned away just before Kate glanced up, and then looked back. Our eyes met, and Kate blushed as she stowed the bras in a drawer.
As much as the prospect of more little thrills appealed to me, I was genuinely concerned for Kate’s dignity, and our friendship. “Are we going to be OK here? I mean, that was tricky enough, and you were just moving underwear from A to B. Imagine the mornings.”
Kate turned back to me, serious. “It’ll be fine. That just caught me by surprise. We’ll need to get used to things like that… I’ll need to. We’re on a different level, aren’t we? I mean, you wouldn’t normally see me with a handful of bras, but we’ll be in each other’s space, like you said.”
“I’m worried I’ll… see something… look at you… step over the line without meaning to,” I answered. “And mess things up. We get on well…”
“Paul, it’ll be OK. It will be a bit more… personal… But I don’t think you’ll be taking advantage. I wouldn’t be sharing a room with most of the people we work with.” She shivered. “Ugh, imagine, Pete Roberts!”
“Jesus!” I clutched my chest in mock horror. “I wouldn’t even want to be in the room next door to him.”
Kate laughed. “Anyway, it might be the other way round. I might see your pants!”
“Never! You’d become hysterical.”
We laughed together, and turned back to our unpacking.
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We ate a good dinner, and sat out afterwards on the terrace with the rest of the bottle of white the hotel had provided, talking about work, colleagues, politics and all kinds of things. Around 10.30 we wandered back up to the room to go to bed. It was still warm in there, and Kate opened one of the windows wider, and left a gap in the curtains when she closed them.
“How are we doing this?” she asked. “Can I go in the bathroom first?”
“Yep, fine,” I agreed, and sat on my bed to wait. I set an alarm for the morning on my phone, and browsed for a few minutes, hearing the muffled sounds of taps over the gentle hum of the extractor. After a few minutes the light clicked and the door swung open, and Kate stepped back into the room. But a version of Kate I’d never thought I’d see, even since the last few hours. She was wearing only a pair of plain white knickers and a tight, pale green vest top with thin shoulder straps, which covered her navel but left a strip of bare skin from waist to hips. She clutched her folded jeans and shirt under one arm, and the strap of her bra swung below. She’d let down her long, dark brown hair, and it fell over her shoulders.
She looked stunning, and I was stunned. I knew she had a good body, but I hadn’t expected to see so much of it. Her toned thighs, the knickers clinging to her hips and around her groin, the inward curve of pale flesh from hips to waist, and her breasts pressing against the thin material, disclosing their soft roundness, and the shape of her nipples protruding gently through the cloth.
In the space of a second I was fired by her beauty and her sensuality. It wasn’t lust, more a fevered appreciation of her form. I already thought she was beautiful, but this… Seeing her physique, the shape of her, and her skin, the presence of her breasts and nipples, the smooth curve of her vagina beneath her knickers, made her somehow more real, more alive, glowing, and sexual.
“Ah, is this a bit much?” Kate smiled sheepishly, and I realised I was staring and my mouth was open. She carried on walking to her bed. “I thought you’d have to see me like this at some point, so I might as well get on with it.” She dropped her clothes on the floor and faced me, and I manfully retained eye contact. “This is how I’m going to sleep,” she announced, matter-of-factly, “so I’ll probably be around the room like this a fair bit. Is it OK, or should I cover up more?”
I realised I’d have to arrange my scrambled thoughts into sensible words, and managed to marshal something coherent. “Sorry, yes… I wasn’t expecting it – like you said, we’re on a different level. Sorry if I was staring. I’ll try not to. Just the surprise.”
“I forgive you,” she smiled. “You going in the bathroom?”
As I brushed my teeth, I pondered my own options for nightwear. I normally slept naked, so I didn’t possess pyjamas, but that was obviously out of the question. Pants, then. But would I undress here and walk out as she had, or do it sitting on my bed with my back to her, as she may not want to see a middle-aged bloke strutting about in his underwear? I didn’t want to push it, but from the conversations we’d had I was inclined to think she’d be OK with the former, it would be part of our new normal.
I stripped off and examined my reflection in the well-lit mirror. It was heated so it wouldn’t mist up when the hot water got going. You didn’t get those in Premier Inns. I was in good physical condition as I ate sensibly, ran a couple of times a week, and practised yoga. I was six feet tall, with a healthy BMI, a waist that still went inwards a bit at the sides, a flat belly and muscular thighs and arms. My chest wasn’t as defined as I’d have liked, but I was good for my age.
I took a deep breath and went out into the bedroom, holding my clothes as Kate had. She was sitting up on her bed across the room, bare legs stretched out, and I watched for her reaction as she looked up. It was positive: she grinned and her eyes flicked quickly down and back up to my face. “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, eh?”
I smiled back, and mirrored her earlier actions by dropping my clothes on the floor and standing facing her at the foot of the two beds. I was consciously showing my body, though casually, without putting on pressure. Nevertheless, I was aware of the shape of my penis showing through my underwear. I held my arms out sideways. “Am I OK like this?”
Kate looked me up and down again. “Yeah, you’re fine,” she said, smiling. It may have been my imagination, but I sensed she was enjoying seeing me stripped off. She’d certainly checked me over a couple of times, when she might have turned away if she wasn’t happy.
I moved up to my bed and sat down with my legs stretched out, like Kate. “So I guess we’re even,” I said, “This makes sense to me. It’s practical for us to be in our underwear. I’m comfortable with it, and I’m guessing you are…?” I trailed off, looking across at her.
“Yeah, it’s OK, actually. I don’t think you’re going to keep gawping at me like when I came out of the bathroom,” she teased. I held my hands up apologetically, and looked down, embarrassed. “But it’s all right, I think it’s OK to look a bit, it’s natural. I looked at you just now.”
“I noticed,” I said, pointedly but not serious, and it was Kate’s turn to look embarrassed. After a moment I added, “I don’t mind, though – you looking at me. Like you say, it’s natural.”
“I guess we’re both in good shape, so it’s not unpleasant for the other one,” Kate offered. “Or, it’s better than that, isn’t it? It’s nice to see someone’s body when they look good.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “And having some confidence about your own body makes it easier to be around the other person’s… I mean being confident about my body makes it easier to admire yours, cos it’s a two-way thing. Does that make sense? Am I allowed to say that?”
“Yes,” answered Kate, “I think that’s what I’m thinking too.” She looked across at me, and I looked back, and we smiled and kept eye contact for a few moments, before I let my eyes drift across her chest, and down her belly to her thighs. When I looked back she was still smiling, and returned the compliment by directing her gaze to my own exposed body. Watching her eyes as she looked at my body was sexy.
“Probably better get some sleep,” she said, sensibly, and we settled down for the night. My mind was racing, and I realised that my earlier fevered appreciation was now supplemented by plain sexual desire. As I replayed the recent scenes in my mind, trying to fix the images of Kate’s shape, her tits, her nipples, the mound inside her knickers, my cock grew hard. The room wasn’t dark, with the curtain partially open, and I looked across to where she lay, her back to me, the covers pulled only to her waist. I reached down and lightly stroked my prick, but I couldn’t masturbate: for one thing it would have been obvious to Kate, but also I didn’t really feel it was the right response. The position we were in was based on a strong level of trust and mutual respect, and sneaking a quick wank wasn’t part of it. I didnt sleep for a long time, though.
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I fumbled for my phone and swiped up to silence the alarm. Seven o’clock. Daylight poured in through the gap in the curtains, bright sunshine. The air was mercifully cool. Birds sang outside, a blackbird asserting its territorial rights over a rival. Kate pushed herself up at the same time as me, and we swung our legs to the floor almost in unison.
“Morning!” she smiled, chirpily.
“Good morning. Sleep OK?” I enquired. I took in her thighs without looking directly, stood up, and stepped over to the long desk to flick on the kettle. I’d moved my near-naked body across her line of vision nonchalantly, and didn’t know how she’d reacted.
“Yeah, not bad. It was hot, though, wasnt it?” I concurred. “Didn’t cool down ’til morning.”
I spotted now the effect of the cooler air on her nipples, which strained proudly through her thin vest, even the shape of her areolae discernible. My eyes lingered only for a second, but Kate of course noticed and looked down.
“Oh!” she exclaimed gently, and raised her hands to cover her chest, lifting her eyes to mine and stifling a grin. “Oops! It is a bit cooler, isn’t it?!”
I laughed and turned to the mugs and tea bags. “Cup of tea?”
“Oh, yes please!” There was even a mini-fridge and fresh milk. “Is it OK if I go in the bathroom first… again?”
“Yeah, no worries. Go in now, and your tea should be ready to drink when you get out.”
She stood up, her arms back by her sides, and walked past me to the bathroom. As she got there she turned to me. I could see her nipples again but she’d either forgotten or didn’t care. Her face was serious. “Or you could bring it in to me.”
My mouth fell open.
“Hah! You wish!” she laughed, and I regained my composure and rolled my eyes.
“You bugger!” I grinned, and she shut the door behind her.
As I waited to go in the bathroom, and put my clothes on the bed, I thought about her joke and what it might mean. She’d clearly worked out that I was enjoying seeing her – I’d pretty much told her the previous night – and she was confident enough to joke about it, and not to hide. But I thought there was maybe a signal that I shouldn’t be seeing much more of her, this would be as far as it went. Or was I reading too much into it? And the hotel might come up with a second room at any point. Still pretty good though, I reflected. Jesus, Kate’s nipples!
She came out wrapped in a towel, wet hair draped over her bare shoulders, holding her vest and knickers. I headed into the bathroom and shut the door, looking around and imagining Kate showering just a few minutes ago, right there. I brushed my teeth, shaved and showered, wrapped myself in my own towel, and opened the door.
Kate was standing with her back to me drying her hair, looking out of the open window into the grounds, wearing knickers but nothing else. She hadn’t heard me because of the hair dryer. Her figure looked great from this angle, and the skin of her long back was smooth. There was the slightest view of the side of her right breast as she moved her arms. All this I saw in a few seconds before I acted as I knew I should, and called her name loudly while turning right round to look at the door to the corridor. I could have watched, waited for her to finish and face me, and seen her breasts for a moment before she covered them, and I might even have been able to pass that off as accidental. That thought had rapidly crossed my mind. But I didn’t want to do that. Kate was a friend, I had respect for her, and more to the point she trusted me, and was trusting me greatly in the way we were sharing the room.
The hair dryer went quiet and clattered on the desk. “Oh my God!” Kate exclaimed, and a few seconds later, “You can turn round now.”
I did, and saw her again with her back to me, reaching back to fasten her bra. She faced me. “I just forgot where I was!”
“I guessed so,” I answered.
“I wasn’t trying to flash at you… Thank you for turning round,” she added.
“It’s fine,” I smiled. “I’m not looking for a cheap thrill. This is a delicate arrangement, you’re trusting me.”
“Well, you’ve passed the trust test, thank you,” she smiled back.
Only now did I absorb that she was standing before me in just white knickers and bra. The bra fitted well around her breasts, and was slightly lacy at the top of the cups. Yet again she looked fantastic, and it would have been impossible to resist looking her very briefly up and down. She must have seen my eyes move, but she didn’t react, and only after I’d re-established eye contact did we both go back to getting ready. I sat on my bed facing away to put my pants on, naked for a moment when I undid the towel, but showing only the smallest glimpse of buttock from Kate’s viewpoint, if she was even looking.
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We breakfasted, and drove the 20 minutes to the training centre. On the journey I thought it was a good time to check our arrangement.
“So,” I began. “Review. How’s this sharing thing going?”
Kate thought for a few moments before responding. “I think it’s working. Couple of dodgy moments from me, but no harm done. You’ve been very honourable!”
“Ah,” I replied, “your trust is more important than a thrill.” We were quiet for a minute.
“It’s been good working it out together,” she observed.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“We’ve listened to each other… Actually, not just words, we’ve picked up each other’s feelings.”
“Yeah, that’s been good,” I answered, staring forwards through the windscreen. “What about the ‘clothing optional’ aspects? We’re seeing quite a bit of each other. I nearly got an eyeful this morning… further accidents are possible, likely I suppose, for either of us. I know you’re pretty assertive, and you manage your own destiny, but I don’t want to think there’s… pressure… or just momentum, making us want to appear cool and relaxed about that, when we’re really not.”
Kate looked across at me. “No, I actually am pretty relaxed about it. I mean, fundamentally, it’s only what we’d be wearing on the beach, or in the swimming pool. Long as I remember where I am and don’t flash my tits!” We laughed. “But even if I do, like you say, it’s not a disaster.” She paused. “So how are you feeling about it? Wandering around in your pants…”
I cocked my head to one side. “Good. I don’t mind… No, to be honest, I’m liking it. I’m not shy, don’t mind being seen, and it feels good that you don’t seem to mind me being… out there. It feels really good that you don’t seem to mind me seeing you, wandering around in your pants. It’s…” I reached for the words. “It’s not the obvious thing, just getting to see you in your underwear. It’s the fact that you permit it. The trust, the way you’re relaxed with it, that feels amazing. The intimacy. I’m flattered.”
“Aah, that’s lovely!” cooed Kate with a smile. “You don’t have to be flattered, I’m getting the same thing. You look OK, but that’s not it… No, you look better than OK, you look great. But it’s the joy of sharing it, both in underwear, a bit vulnerable, trying to decide what’s OK…”
We were pulling into the car park at the training centre.
“Exciting day ahead!” called Kate, but with heavy irony. She wasn’t wrong to be ironic.
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“Ugh, I need some exercise!” Kate exclaimed as we drove away late that afternoon, windows down and zipping round the corners to blow some air through the baking hot car. “Get some life back in the system.”
“Me too,” I rejoined.
“Good! Swim or run?”
“I’d always go run. Even though it’s hot. Swim the next day, then run again.”
“Man with a plan! OK, run it is. OK if we start off together? I’m sure you’ll leave me behind after a while.”
“Don’t overestimate me. You have the advantage of youth.”
“Well, it’s all relative.”
We stopped at reception to ask about an additional room, but there hadn’t been a sniff of one. They’d checked around the area again too. It was strange walking back to our room. I wasn’t disappointed, but I didn’t know what Kate thought and was wary about saying so. She spoke first.
“Doesn’t feel as bad as yesterday.”
“No, it doesn’t seem bad at all, really,” I ventured.
“Cos you get to see me in my bra again!” Kate teased.
“Yep, you got me. And I’ll be watching for those nipples poking out,” I joked.
“Have to wait for morning when it’s cooled down,” she teased again.
Kate changed in the bathroom while I did the same in the bedroom. We hadn’t run together before, so we were neither of us sure how quick the other would be. We agreed to take it easy because of the heat, and jogged gently round some quiet roads and a few footpaths, attracting stares from curious cows lurking in the shade as we passed. We covered a few miles, slowly enough to chat on the way round about the scenery, and about the course and the people we’d met.
Nevertheless, we were sweaty when we got back to the room, and I quickly took off my trainers and socks while Kate got some water, and she did the same while I had a drink. I came out of the bathroom and pulled my T-shirt over my head. The early evening sun streamed in through the windows, and the curtains hung slack in the still air. Kate looked up from the floor where she sat, and ran her eyes down my sweat-shiny chest and stomach. She reached down to her own waist and lifted her lycra top up and off. She wore a sports bra beneath, and I in turn admired her glistening torso as I sat myself opposite.
“Not fair you can be topless while I’m stuck in this,” she complained, plucking at her bra.
“Well…” I began, but stopped and smiled as I saw she was ahead of me, also smiling and shaking her head.
“I could,” she said simply, despite her denial a moment before. “I was thinking, I really don’t mind all this, the flesh and the looking, seeing you like that, and you looking at me… When do I ever get to have a decent gawp at a nice-looking man’s body? Never.” While she spoke her blue eyes moved between mine and my chest, and my legs, lying loosely on the floor in front of where I leant against the wall.
I let her look, enjoying her admiration. “Well, you won’t be able to complain about that again,” I smiled. Kate looked up and smiled back, then continued her scrutiny of my upper body and shoulders, and lower, across my shorts to my thighs. This felt astonishing, to be so blatantly an object, though by consent, and to feel Kate’s eyes roving so freely over me.
“Wow, thank you,” she said. She was showing no sign of taking off her bra and I wasn’t going to push it. I could have hinted at it gently, and I don’t think it would have been out of line, but my instinct told me to bide my time.
After we’d recovered and drunk more water, and sat around for a while checking our phones, Kate was first into the shower, and again emerged in her towel. I went in and showered quickly, donned my own towel, and knocked on the door, calling, “Are you decent?”
There was an exclamation, and Kate called back, “Yes, it’s OK,” and I came out. She was standing between our beds facing towards me in only a pair of knickers, a hand covering each bosom, leaning slightly forwards with a surprised smile. “You were quick!”
For the second time today I was seeing Kate topless, though not her breasts, only this time she’d made it happen. I was thrilled to see her this way, and gratified that she was again comfortable enough with me to allow it. “Oh, sorry!” I replied, smiling back. “Didn’t know I was supposed to take longer! Shall I go back in for a moment while you, err…?” nodding towards where her hands squashed her breasts, pushing the smooth flesh sideways.
“No, you’re OK,” she answered, straightening up. “Just got to get my dress on.” I noticed for the first time a dress laid out on my bed in front of her. She hesitated for a second, then lowered her hands, releasing her bare chest to my gaze. Her eyes held mine for a moment before I submitted and looked lower. Her beautiful, pale breasts were modest in size but perfectly formed, and her pink-brown nipples firm, though not hard. She stood still for no more than a couple of seconds before reaching down – her lovely tits gliding forward as she did – picking up the pretty summer dress, and diving her arms into it so that in a moment her gorgeous flesh was covered again.
“Too hot for a bra,” she announced as her head emerged through the neck, and the straps settled on to her strong shoulders. “Was that OK?” she grinned.
My heart was drumming and the blood raced through my head so that I was almost dizzy. I beamed at her, my mouth opening but not making words yet. I puffed and raised my eyebrows, and shook my head gently. “Oh wow,” I said quietly.
Still smiling, she turned to the desk. “Anyway, I need to do my hair, and you need to get dressed so that we can go and eat.” She caught my eye in the large mirror and looked down at my towel, and I became aware that I now had to decide how much to reveal. I didn’t mind what Kate saw, and in fact I was glad to have a chance to be naked in front of her, but I didn’t want to flaunt myself too obviously.
I collected clean pants from a drawer and returned to my bed, facing the window. Kate was brushing her hair, but I could see she was glancing sideways in the mirror every few moments to check what I was doing, and I took this as a good sign. I reached to my waist, untucked the towel, removed it and dropped it on the bed. I turned my head to the mirror and saw Kate looking at me, or rather, looking at my penis. I smiled and she glanced up to my face, returning the smile, and gazed down again. My prick was soft but slightly enlarged from the shower, the warmth, and the sexy experience, and looked pretty good, I thought.
All this took only a few seconds, and I picked up my pants and stepped into them, tucking my penis out of sight to break the spell. Kate finished brushing. “Guess we’re even, then!”
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Kate’s dress dipped between her breasts, and hugged them closely. It was well fitted, doing justice to her slim waist, slid over her hips, and ended a little way above her knees. Knowing how she looked beneath it was maddening: I wanted her to take it off, but that was probably more than the hotel restaurant would allow. It was white with a flowery pattern, so that although the shape of her boobs was clear, it was more difficult to see her nipples, and I had to stare unreasonably across the table to discern them.
Kate regarded me critically, head on one side and brow slightly furrowed, but a smile playing on her lips. “You getting a good look?”
I lifted my gaze. “Yeah, sorry, carried away. That dress is great on you, you look really nice.”
She looked away, embarrassed. “Oh, thank you!” She met my eyes again and smiled broadly, pleased with the compliment. She raised a finger. “So, just in case you were thinking of checking again, I’m happy with how things have gone. You didn’t force me to see you naked, and I chose to show you my boobs. And I liked it,” she emphasised, raising her eyebrows.
“Which?” I asked.
She didn’t hesitate. “Both! It just felt like the right moment, don’t you think?”
“I do, I know what you mean. It feels natural, not… gratuitous.”
“You actually were quicker in the bathroom than I expected. I was there with my hands on my tits in front of you, and it seemed more awkward to make you turn round than just to carry on putting my dress on. It was like… this is what happens when you’re sharing a room. Same with you getting dressed.”
I nodded. “Yes… doing what seems normal. Though when I dropped my towel I was conscious of you looking. And when you put your dress on I guess you were of me. And I liked that…”
“Which?” returned Kate.
“Hah! Both! Or all of them. You looking at me; me looking at you; and you being conscious of me looking at you! Is that over-complicated?”
Kate’s brow furrowed again. “Bit… But no, I get it. I s’pose you don’t normally get a kick out of looking at your room-mate’s body, so it’s different.”
We stopped talking to eat some of the carbonara which had arrived. We’d decided not to take up the free booze offer tonight, and eat modestly, to avoid descending into the health-damaging trap set by lengthy courses with three meals a day provided. I was able to admire Kate’s shoulders, and how her dark hair fell over them, the shape of her breasts and of her nipples showing discretely through the dress.
Kate picked up the conversation again. “It’s interesting. I like seeing you undressed, but not because it’s sexy… I mean, it is, a bit, but the main thing is that you’re just pretty good to look at. And it’s great that you let me.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, swallowing some pasta.
“I wouldn’t have thought it would turn out like this,” Kate went on. “I mean, yesterday afternoon I was a bit unsure, but it’s worked out well, you’ve been lovely…”
“Oh, you’ve been lovelier!” I broke in, laughing.
“… And just now… I liked it, just in that moment, I liked showing you my boobs”. She smiled and bit her bottom lip, and flushed slightly. “But that was just in the moment – I’m not saying it’s tits out all the way from here!”
I shook my head in wonder. “That’s brilliant. It’s fantastic, to have that… understanding. I don’t expect anything, just enjoying the moments”.
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Back in our room we read and fiddled on our phones, and watched the news on the telly. It was warm and there was little air, and eventually Kate headed into the bathroom. She came back out in her vest and knickers, like the previous night, and I took my turn getting ready for bed, stripping to my pants. When I came back into the bedroom Kate had turned off most of the lights and was at the window looking into the night. I looked at the backs of her thighs, and the shape of her bum and waist as she sank her weight on to one hip. I walked over to where she was leaning on the frame. “Join you?” I asked.
“Course. Lovely night.”
“Mm.” I leant on the window frame next to her and enjoyed the coolness on my bare skin. My shoulder brushed hers. We stood in silence for several minutes looking at the dark silhouettes of the trees, and the stars not washed out by light pollution, before I stepped back in and sat on the edge of my bed. Kate walked slowly back, and I saw again her nipples showing through her thin top. She sat opposite me and leant back on her hands. She looked fabulous in the light of the single bedside lamp to our side. I met her eyes, and then allowed my gaze to stray where it wanted. I admired her breasts, stared at where her nipples showed through the vest. I gazed at her thighs, pressed against the bed, squeezed together, meeting her vagina, hidden beneath tight-stretched white knickers. I knew I was staring, and she knew I was, but I didn’t care. I looked back to her eyes and she was smiling at me. She maintained eye contact, and it came to me that it was her turn. I slowly leant back and let her examine me. She looked down at my body, and I felt again the hotness of her gaze on my chest and legs and groin. She lingered on my pants, where my prick pushed through.
I looked at her again, her flat, pale stomach, the curve of her waist. “I love your belly,” I murmured. “Your skin is so smooth between your vest and your knickers. It looks so soft.”
“Mmm,” she smiled, and sat still a moment while I continued looking, before speaking again. “This is really nice, but I think we should go to bed. It’s enough for now.”
I sighed, disappointed, but also elated. “Yeah, fair enough… Nice though.”
We looked at each other for a moment, and climbed into our beds. I reached out and turned off the single light.
“Goodnight,” she called, softly.
“Night.”
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I woke to Kate’s urgent voice. “Paul, wake up, we’re late.”
I opened my eyes and she was standing over me. She touched my shoulder, her hand warm on my skin. “Are you awake?” I grunted, and noticed her eyes move lower down my body where I lay on my back, the covers pushed off.
“I’m going in the bathroom. I’ll be five minutes, be ready.” She walked round the bed, looked again at my body, caught my eye and smirked as she disappeared into the bathroom. Then I realised why. I felt my prick pulsing, pushing against my pants, and peered down to confirm that I’d woken with a raging hard-on, large, solid and completely unmistakable. Kate had had a good view, from several angles. I blushed, even though I was now alone. At least it was an innocent display on my part.
I fumbled for my phone to check the time, realising at the same time that I’d forgotten to set the alarm, and cursed when I saw we were 45 minutes behind where we should be. I hopped out of bed and began to assemble things I needed for the day, and five minutes later the bathroom door opened and Kate strode out, holding her towel in front of her, but at waist height, so that I had a brief second view of her lovely bosoms, this time with nipples hard and wrinkled from the shower, which would have revived my erection given slightly longer to look. I saw bare skin down both her sides from waist to knee, but only towel between. She looked stunning, and I gasped
She paused for a moment, and glanced down at my groin smiling. “Good dreams, then?” she asked knowingly.
“Sorry about that,” I offered.
“No need to apologise! Perfectly natural, and not such a bad sight to wake up to.” Kate winked and grinned as she walked past me.
I showered and brushed my teeth in double quick time, and hurried out also naked and holding my towel before me. Kate was applying make up in the mirror, wearing knickers but still topless, and I took in her left boob from the side, the nipple firm but not hard like before, and replicated in the mirror where the reflection was pointing straight at me.
I threw my towel on the bed, and saw Kate’s hand twitch as she looked at my naked body from the mirror again. My prick was still a little swollen, and felt big against my thigh as I moved. I went to the drawers and wardrobe, picked out clothes and returned to the bed, and Kate finished what she was doing and turned, exposing both breasts to me at the same time as she looked directly at my genitals.
“Whoo!” she cried, smiling, and I laughed. We pulled on our clothes and rushed from the room, laughing together.
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“Well that was pretty wild!” exclaimed Kate as we drove off. I was unwisely clutching a bacon sandwich in one hand as I held the steering wheel with the other, and changed gear with difficulty. However, we were back on time for the course.
“It was, I replied, “but are we still OK? I know you said it was natural, but was my… stiffy…?”
Kate cut across me. “Always the doubts! Paul, relax! I’ll tell you if I’m not happy, trust me.”
“Yeah, sorry, I just feel the need to ask. The history of male sexual aggression, and all that. I’ll stop now.”
“No, I appreciate the gesture, you’re right. But really, we’re good. I meant what I said, it was very interesting to see you at your best! Pretty impressive!”
“Well, thank you, glad to brighten your morning. While we’re at it, can I say that you looked devastating coming out of the bathroom?”
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It wasn’t really possible to do anything social with the other delegates on the course, as they were all staying close to the training centre, far from our hotel. Most of them were from the same department and knew each other, and although they were nice people, it was difficult to break into their circle beyond daily pleasantries. We headed back to the hotel for the swim we’d agreed on the day before.
We picked up our swimming costumes and looked at each other. Kate raised her eyebrows and I laughed. She went to her bed and started undressing, and I did the same. She was side on to me, and glanced over as she stood up holding the knickers she’d just removed, with a quick self-satisfied smile as she saw me look up and down the length of her naked body. Her figure was magnificent, slim, toned and straight, her skin smooth, and her right breast shapely. The clean line of her body from ankle to shoulder was beautiful, and markedly superior to when she’d been wearing underwear. I saw now that even just the waistband of the knickers she’d worn before broke the continuity and diminished the vision.
She remained sideways-on as she slid into her bikini bottoms, so I was afforded no full-frontal view. She missed my nudity, but turned when she’d finished and looked over to me. “The cubicles by the pool have showers, don’t they?”
“Yeah, think so.”
“I’m thinking I’ll take my shower stuff and wear my clothes for the evening to go down in, so I’m good to go when we finish.”
“Smart,” I answered. “I’ll do the same.”
I put on jeans and a shirt over my trunks, and Kate got into a skirt which came half-way down her thighs, and a white cotton blouse, through which the pattern on her bikini top was visible. We picked up shower gels and towels and headed down.
The hotel pool wasn’t huge but it was long enough to be worthwhile swimming lengths. There was a lane roped off, which was good because there were a few people milling about in the shallow end, and swerves and collisions could be avoided. It wasn’t crowded, but you wouldn’t have wanted many more people in there.
We undressed by a bench and left our stuff there. Kate attracted glances from several of the men – and a few women – in and out of the water as we made our way along the side of the pool. We dropped into the deep end and paddled up and down gently for a minute or two, warming up before entering the lengths lane.
“How do you cope with people staring all the time?” I asked.
“I don’t always walk around in a bikini, that helps. But it can be a bit boring.” She paused, then smiled. “You’ve been staring a fair bit!”
My heart sank, even though she’d smiled, and my face must have shown it.
“No, I’m teasing, it’s completely different, stop worrying!”
We spent twenty minutes or so doing lengths, but gave up because there were too many people doing the same. We messed about a bit in the deep end where it was quieter, diving to the bottom for a pebble we’d found, and splashing each other. When we got out the changing cubicles were full, and there were a few people waiting. We joined them, and before long we were next. A door opened and a woman came out with a couple of kids. It was a family room, but there were no more families in the pool, so I nudged Kate. “Go on.” She entered, but before closing the door she turned back.
“It’s pretty big in here. You coming in?”
My stomach lurched. Another “normal” event where we’d undress together. “Sure, yeah.” I went in behind her and clicked the latch into place. As a family room it was a bit more than a cubicle. It was a large wet-room, with short benches against two walls at right angles, and shower at one end.
We picked a bench each, and without hesitating Kate reached back and unclipped her top. I pulled the drawstring to undo my trunks and pushed my thumbs into the waistband as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders and dropped the cups away from her chest. Again I was looking at her beautiful breasts, only this time from close to. Their slightly below average size and good shape were perfect to me. Her nipples were erect from the wet and the cool air, and like that morning, they were hard and knurled, large, sensitive-looking, and pointing distinctly into the air.
Without looking away I lowered my trunks, revealing my penis, sadly suffering the opposite effect from the wet and cold, shrivelled smaller than usual. Kate didn’t seem to mind, peering at me as I stepped out of my trunks, and then holding my eyes as she gripped her own waistband and pulled down. I stood watching, naked, as a small triangle of dark pubic hair came into view. She peeled her bikini bottoms down her legs, and I looked at the soft flesh of her thighs. I’d admired the same thighs only minutes earlier, but now she was naked they looked more stark, more explicitly displayed. She kicked the bottoms away from her feet and stood so that we were facing each other, just looking for a few moments. I noticed that her pubes weren’t thick, and the skin of her groin showed through. Her thighs were together, and I couldn’t see between them.
“We should get in the shower,” I suggested. Kate looked startled. “Not together, I just mean we should get on with it.”
“You first,” she prompted, and I stepped forward and pressed the button. The water was warm straight away and I got in, turning to face her. She watched as I quickly rinsed. I poured gel into my hand and began applying it when the water cut out. Kate stood at one side of the room, propped against the tiled wall on an elbow, the breast on that side lifted, one hip lowered, gorgeous and sexy. She stared openly, a gentle smile on her lips. I rubbed the gel into my chest and stomach and she watched my hands sliding across my torso. I washed my hair and neck, reached round to wash my bum. I put a hand between my legs and rubbed the slippery lather into my balls, and massaged my prick, watching Kate’s eyes fixed on what I was doing, and seeing her teeth grip her lower lip. My penis was responding to the warmth and my hand, swelling slightly to more generous proportions, but not at risk of becoming erect. I rinsed off, again touching my penis under Kate’s fascinated gaze.
She sighed as the water stopped and I picked up my towel. “Wow, that was very nice, thank you!” she said appreciatively.
“My pleasure,” I answered. “You can watch me shower any time you like. Specially if you’re going to be naked too.”
I began drying and Kate took her place in the shower. I turned to watch: there was no need to be coy, I was going to stare. She smiled at me as the water began to cascade over her shoulders, down her chest in streams, and over her breasts, some of it tumbling from her nipples, which hardened again before my eyes. Kate picked up her own shower gel as the water switched itself off and spread it rapidly around before returning to her hair to wash it. With her arms raised, her breasts flattened, and then jiggled as she washed vigorously. She moved on to wash her body, and ran both hands over her chest. It was my turn to bite my lip as her spread fingers moved over her breasts, rubbing across her hard nipples. I saw Kate watching me, and she slid her hands over her tits again, and again, her fingers colliding with her nipples. Her mouth opened, and I saw her shoulders rise and fall as she sighed. I felt pleasure in my prick, and glanced down, following Kate’s gaze, to see it had swollen more, though still hung down.
She moved her hands to wash her arms and shoulders, her stomach and belly, fingers brushing her pubic hair. She reached round to her back, her breasts straining forward as her shoulders arched, and down to her bottom, running both hands over her buttocks, and then one hand up and down the crease between them out of my sight behind her. She bent down and washed her legs, her strong thighs glistening with the moisture and the gel, her breasts hanging foward enticingly, and finally moved her feet apart to give access to her groin. I could see at last the lips of her vagina as she slid her hands up the insides of her thighs and on to her pubes. Now her slightly cupped right hand slipped between her legs and she rubbed herself. On each up stroke her cunt came into view, her hand clearing the pubes out of the way, her fingers pressing in, and her shoulders heaving as she breathed heavily through her mouth.
This was one of the sexiest displays I’d ever seen, but also more simply erotic, given we weren’t in a relationship, and were telling each other our nudity was all just incidental, part of sharing a room. My prick was semi-erect, pointing down but a little away from my body, large and firm, and Kate stared as she rinsed her hair, and then her body, her hands again drifting across her breasts. The water stopped and I passed her her towel. We smiled at each other broadly, no words necessary.
When we turned to our clothes we both realised our mistake at the same time. “Ah, no pants!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, me too!” cried Kate. “Or bra.” We hadn’t thought of underwear because we were wearing swimming costumes.
“Commando then!” I said, picking up my jeans.
“Yeah, easier for you than me,” said Kate, holding up her short skirt. “And the top’s going to be interesting, it’s a bit see-through.”
“Wow,” I said salaciously, grinning and raising my eyebrows. Kate scowled at me. “No, look,” I continued, “we can think of something. I’ll walk in front… or you can just hold your towel up.”
“Mm, maybe,” Kate mused. “Or we could just go with ‘interesting’!”
“Blimey Kate, what’s got into you?!” I asked. “You’ve got pretty daring today.”
“It’s you, you’re a bad influence. Walking around with that willy out. That rather large willy.”
Dressing didn’t take long, of course. Seeing Kate pull up her skirt without knickers, and fasten it at the side, her breasts still bare, was lovely. She pushed her arms into the sleeves of her blouse and fastened it, then held her arms out to the side and faced me. “How do I look?”
She looked mostly normal, her boobs held by the blouse, pressed in slightly from their natural shape, except for two dark circles showing through the cotton, with a point poking out the cloth at the centre of each. It was sexy, even though I’d seen plenty more minutes earlier. Nudity half-hidden, or seen illicitly, has a special allure.
“Well, it’s clear enough, without being indecent. People will notice if they’re looking, but I don’t think you’ll cause a scandal. I think you look great, it’s like you want to look sexy, and it’s working.”
“That’ll do,” Kate responded, “that’s what I’m hoping for. You don’t think I’ll get arrested, though?”
“Nah, not unless your skirt falls off.”
Kate mockingly jutted out a leg and pulled the skirt up it a few inches. “C’mon, we should go.”
We picked up our towels, rolled round the rest of our things, and headed out to the pool. No-one was waiting for a cubicle any more, but there were a few people hanging around we needed to walk past. Kate went first, attracting glances from some of the men, and double-takes and raised eyebrows, eyes levelled at her chest. We walked on through the hotel, where a surprising number of people didn’t notice, but some of the reactions of those who did were great: one man stopped talking to his companion mid-sentence as he gawped; another tripped and stumbled.
When we got back to the room Kate was exhilarated. “Did you see them looking?!” she thrilled, as she strode to the mirror to see the effect for herself. She twisted from side to side to get all the angles, then turned back to me. “There’s a bit of an exhibitionist hidden in me. Doesn’t come out often, but when it does I can do things I shudder at later. I’m definitely blaming you this time!”
She picked up a dry towel from the bathroom and towelled her hair more, before using the hair dryer to finish the job. “So, dinner…” She paused. “Shall I go like this? You’ll be able to stare at my tits like you did in the restaurant last night.”
“I’ll be looking nowhere else,” I joked back at her. “I confess, I like the idea of you having nothing under your skirt too, even though it’s not on show. I dunno, it’s just the thought of it. Especially now I’ve seen your… What do you call it, actually?”
“My bits, or my minge” said Kate, matter-of-factly. “What would you call it?”
“Well I don’t have the same day-to-day relationship with one that you have, so it’s not been a pressing problem. I haven’t really got a name. There ought to be something we can all use, like willy.”
“I also call it my cunt, when things get sexy.”
“I like cunt, it’s a brilliant sex word.”
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We got to our restaurant table without incident, though the young waiter looked startled when he brought the menus. He also explained that the hotel was keen to provide free drinks, and suggested a couple of wines from the expensive end of the list. Although it was a school night we went with it, and a rather good Sancerre arrived soon after.
I did look at Kate’s nipples, but not as much as I thought I would, and Kate noticed. “What’s up with you, you aren’t staring?” she asked.
I smiled and looked lower to indulge her. “Do you know what?” I asked, pretty pointlessly. “It’s the overall effect which is having the real impact. You look lovely. You’re a very attractive woman, you’ve got a great figure, your hair is good, your eyes are full of life tonight… Your boobs are part of the picture, they add a bit of… danger!”
She laughed. “Danger! What are you expecting me to do?!” She remained smiling. “But that’s a really nice thing to say, thank you.”
We ate well, finished the wine, and retired to a terrace outside with the brandies the waiter had almost forced on us. He’d seemed to spend more time than strictly necessary at our table, and couldn’t disguise how he was glancing at Kate’s chest whenever he could. She’d made it easier for him when she chose her food by leaning back in her chair with the menu on the table, and taking a little longer than she needed to make her selection. I’d watched him from the corner of my eyes as he stared. Kate had smiled as he walked away, remarking that she’d given him something to think about.
The night was warm, and we sat at an angle to each other on low chairs, with a small table between us. Kate crossed her legs, and I admired her thighs, the outside of the higher leg and the inside of the lower one, both dangerously close to where her knickers should have been where the skirt fell away. She saw me looking and smiled. “See anything you like?”
“Just your legs,” I reassured her, though I doubted she’d have been bothered if it had been more.
“So, in the changing room earlier…” Kate began, and hesitated.
“Yes,” I said positively, though wondering where this was going.
“That was nice. I liked it, watching you shower, and having my shower.”
I blew out my breath noisily. “Yeah, me too. It was amazing. You were amazing.”
“Good,” she said, with a sly smile. “Just thought I’d say, before you checked.”
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Back in our room we put on a few lamps and closed the curtains, apart from a gap to let air in where the window was open.
“Still warm in here,” I remarked. “Mind if I loosen my clothing?”
“No, go ahead.” Kate sat down on the side of her bed, and I undid my shirt and removed it, draping it carefully on the back of a chair. She watched me as I unfastened my belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Unhurriedly, I pushed them down my legs and bent forward to take them off my feet. I stood up, now naked, facing Kate.
“That’s better,” she murmured. “Could you come over here where I can see you better?”
I walked slowly between the beds until I was right in front of her, lit by the bedside lights. From where she was sitting her eye level was closer to my groin than my face, and that was where she looked first. My prick was again swollen though not erect, as it was exciting to show myself to her, and for her to be looking, so openly and so closely. She looked down my legs, and up at my stomach and chest, her eyes lingering over the shape of my body, catching my eye with half a smile.
“Turn sideways?” she requested, softly, and I faced the lights at the head of the beds. She sat back and regarded my whole profile, cocking her head to one side, then leant forward to look at my prick.
She beckoned me to turn back to face her, and now she was looking at my prick from inches away.
“Your penis…” she began, keeping her gaze on it.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Really like it. Looks good on you.” She turned her gaze up to my face and looked directly into my eyes. “It’s big. And thick.” She looked back down. “What do you call it?”
“Depends on the circumstances,” I answered. “In polite company it’s my willy, maybe penis…”
“Is this polite company?!” she said, still looking down, though I could see her raised eyebrows.
“Right now it’s my prick. Somewhere between polite and sex.”
“What would it be if you were having sex?”
“My cock.”
She paused, still looking at my prick. “Cock. I like cock. That’s a good word.”
“Goes with cunt.”
“Yeah.” Kate was still staring at my prick.
“Speaking of which, are you going to undress?”, I asked.
Kate lifted her head and smiled, and stood up, very close in front of me. She raised her hands to her chest and began to undo her blouse, slowly revealing more skin as she progressed down the line of buttons, and the curve of her breasts, and her belly. As the last button parted from its buttonhole she pulled the two sides apart, her knuckles brushing across my stomach, so that her bosoms came fully into view, their nipples stiff and pointed. She shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the bed behind her.
“My tits,” she said. We were so close together that I could feel her breath on my neck, and the heat from her bare skin. I was looking down to see her tits, barely a couple of inches from my rib-cage. Below I could see the slight swell of her belly, and my prick, almost brushing her skirt.
She moved her hands to her side and unfastened the catch of her skirt, her forearm pressed into my own lower belly. She lowered the zip, brought her hands to her hips, and looked up into my eyes before sliding the skirt downwards on both sides. The cloth bunched and dragged over the end of my prick, unnoticed by Kate, but sending a thrill through it and up my whole body. She pushed further, stooping very slightly, but holding my eyes, and her long hair brushed my stomach. She stood, and I heard the skirt drop lightly to the floor.
Now she brought her hands up again, flat on her ribs, and slid them up over her tits, her fingers running over her nipples as they had in the shower. She glanced at what she was doing as she ran her hands down again, then looked back into my eyes and smiled. “You liked this earlier on, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “So did you!”
Her hands played over her tits more, and her nipples were now swollen and wrinkled. She grasped both breasts in her hands and massaged them firmly, and then pinched each nipple between her thumb and the base of her forefinger and squeezed, gasping through her open mouth into my face as she did. She pulled her nipples forward, and her knuckles touched my ribs this time.
Now she sat back down on the bed, looking at my semi-erect prick at close range, wriggled back as far as her knees, and leant back on straight arms so that I could see the length of her naked body. She raised one knee, placed her foot on the edge of her bed and shuffled back another few inches. She brought the other leg up, then moved her feet hip-width apart, smiled up to me, and finally, slowly, parted her knees, wider, until they relaxed to the sides and I had a full and unhindered view. “My cunt,” Kate announced.
I knelt on the floor and leant in to look, my elbows on the edge of the bed between her feet, my forearms on the bed below her legs, and my face between her knees. Framed by a thin surround of dark pubic hair, her outer lips were a little darker than her beautiful white thighs. Between them the thin inner lips were pink and drawn open, showing more folds of pink flesh within. This part of her cunt was moist, glistening. The inner lips met at the top, but were peeled back to reveal her smooth clitoris.
I gazed for a long time, taking in every fold and contour, noting the subtle variations in colour, inhaling the intoxicating, unmistakable scent of a woman’s sex, and watching how the moist, inner parts were becoming wetter before my eyes. Kate watched me. I breathed out heavily, and she shuddered as my breath touched her.
I looked into her eyes. “Kate, your cunt is beautiful,” I told her. “And exciting. I think you might want to see this.” I pushed myself up and stood again, now with a hard, pulsing erection pointing up in front of me. “My cock.” I felt proud of it as Kate stared and sat up straighter, and gave out a low moan.
“I’ve been thinking about it all day, since I saw it in your pants this morning. I thought it looked big, and I was right,” she said, and looked up at me. “Your cock is big, Paul.”
I looked down at her again, her gorgeous tits, nipples still hard, her whole gorgeous body, and her gorgeous cunt. So far we’d only looked at each other, and I didn’t know where we were going to go next. I knew that we had time, we’d be here for another week and a half, and we didn’t need to rush. We’d come this far by proceeding slowly, not pushing forward at risk of getting out of step, not acting in the heat of the moment. I also knew that there was a beautiful woman in front of me, showing me her wet cunt, mesmerised by my erect cock, and apparently as ready for sex as me.
“Kate, I’m really turned on right now. I definitely need to come.”
“Oh wow, me too, I’m so wet.” She looked up, concern on her face. “I’m worried about jumping in too quickly, though. This has all been so good, I don’t want to spoil it.”
I smiled. “I was thinking exactly that. We’re good at this.” I paused. “So if we don’t want to go too fast, but we both want to come, I suppose there’s only one thing for it…” I slowly moved my left hand to my groin, cupped my balls and gently stroked them, then hooked my thumb around the base of my cock, and slid my hand forwards along its length.
“Yes!” said Kate enthusiastically, and she scrabbled backwards on the bed, turned and propped a pillow against the headboard, and leant back. She opened her legs wide and put her hands on top of her thighs, then slid them up her body to her breasts, where she briefly pinched her nipples, before sliding them down again to meet in her pubic hair. Her left hand stopped, but her right hand slid on, and she pressed her stiff middle and forefinger into the flesh of her cunt. “Come here! We can do it like this.”
I hopped on to Kate’s bed, and on my knees walked over to her, taking up position squarely between her thighs, and kneeling back to sit on my heels. The tops of my thighs pressed against the underside of hers, and there was only a small patch of sheet separating my groin from hers. If I pushed my cock downwards the tip of it would be on her cunt. Her face was just slightly lower than mine, and she grinned up at me, then looked down as my hand went back to my cock and I gripped it firmly in my fist, massaging softly.
Kate continued to rub the length of her cunt, and I could see her fingers shining with her wetness. As the tips of her fingers reached her clitoris she breathed in heavily, and rubbed in small circles over it, then moaned again breathily. Her other hand rose and found a breast, which she grabbed and massaged, also in circles, then took the nipple between the tips of all her fingers, twisted and pulled, and let out another sigh, “Aaahhh.”
I supported my balls in my other hand and began to wank steadily, my fist travelling as much of the length of my prick as possible at each stroke. I couldn’t believe how hard it felt, nor how alive, every nerve sensing every touch of finger or palm, and the pleasure flooding through my body.
I revelled in what Kate was showing me, and her joy in what I was doing. I felt a surge of warmth and affection for her, her generous and open spirit, her unfussy embrace of the circumstances we’d found ourselves in, her willingness to explore the boundaries of her dignity, and then to push them further when she found that her dignity wasn’t threatened. But also I felt naked lust, a raw need to see her wet cunt, her fingers on it, to watch her come, and to wank in front of her until I came too.
Kate’s attention was switching between her clit and the folds of her vagina, and now she wanked harder, her fingers pressing between the lips, into the wet flesh. She pointed her two longer fingers, and angled her wrist so she could push them inwards. The back of her hand now made contact with my inner thigh and the side of my cock, and I took advantage by pointing myself a little to the side, to rub against her as I wanked. I was gripped by the sight of her actions, though, as her two fingers slid slowly inside her cunt, to the joints in the middle, then further, until her knuckles were half-buried between the lips. Her head was tilted back, her mouth was open and her eyes shut, and she breathed out heavily as she slowly slid her slick fingers from the depth of her vagina. She opened her eyes and stared into mine as she pushed in again, more quickly this time, giving a small cry as she did. When they were fully inside I watched her forearm and hand wriggle as she stretched and clawed and twisted her fingers inside.
“Aaaahhhhh!,” she cried, more loudly this time, her eyes still on me, though I was looking mostly at her hand and her cunt, and missed some of the tenderness she was offering. Her fingers slid out again, wet with her juices, and back in, as she took up a rhythm, frigging them in and out, fucking herself, panting open-mouthed, eyes open and searching for mine.
Kate’s other hand moved down from her tits to rub her clitoris, two fingers moving rapidly across it from side to side. She gave short, rhythmic cries as her pleasure built, “Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.” Her tits jolted in time to her wanking, crowned with big, wrinkled nipples, red marks around them where she’d pinched herself. I watched her hands and pumped my cock, still feeling the pleasure of it touching the back of her wrist.
“Look at me,” she ordered, urgently, and my eyes met hers. Her stare was intense, her pupils wide and black, demanding my gaze. Her mouth opened again and she frowned slightly as she panted. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m going to come, for you, for you, oh yes, oh yes, aahh, Aahh, Aahh, AAHH, AAHH, AAAHHH, AAAHHH!!” she shouted now into my face, still fixing my eyes with hers, until finally, “OHHHHH!!” and she screwed her eyes shut, her hands stopped moving, her body tensed and her legs closed together. She held this peak of her orgasm for what seemed an age, not moving or breathing, only the slight frown around her eyes adjusting, until her body relaxed and she let out her breath. She opened her eyes, looked at me again and smiled, a warm and happy smile.
One of her legs dropped open again, and I saw her fingers mostly withdrawn from her cunt, though the tips were still inside, and the flesh pinker than before, and dripping with her juice, a clear trickle running down to the sheet. I’d paused my wanking while she climaxed, but now I began again, my cock pressing and rubbing against her soft inner thigh a few inches from her cunt, and Kate lifted her head to watch. I wanked harder now, faster, feeling my balls begin to tighten as the end swung into view. The pressure built up, and I pressed my hips forward so that my legs pushed her thighs up, and my balls made contact at the base of her cunt. My cock was over her belly now, pointing up her body, and she stared down at it as my hand moved faster.
“Gonna come,” I gasped. “Oh God, oh yes, Kate, Kate…” and the spasm seized my balls and my cock, and raced up my spine. My whole pelvis surged with ecstasy, and I came. Spurts of semen shot up Kate’s body, on to her chest and across one of her tits, coating the hard nipple. Another hit her neck and chin, though she didn’t flinch, kept watching, fascinated, as another jet landed on her ribs and stomach, and as the spurts grew less powerful, on her belly, and then just pulses running out of the tip of my cock and down its length, across my fingers and over my balls, and some falling into Kate’s pubes, just above her wide open cunt, pearls of spunk clinging on in the thin hair.
My orgasm ended, my hand stopped wanking, and the come stopped dripping from me. I caught my breath and looked at Kate, and we both smiled. I shook my head. “I can’t believe how good that was.”
“I had a fantastic orgasm – thank you! Doing it in front of you… Wow! And your come… Look at me, look at the mess you made! It was amazing, it just kept coming out. I’m covered in spunk! It’s even on my face, look.” She pointed to her cheek, above the streak on her chin, where there was another blob below her eye.
“You are the sexiest sight in the universe right now,” I stated. A thrilling thought came to me. “Err, could I take some photos?”
“Ha ha ha ha!” Kate laughed loudly, her tits quivering. “Oh Jesus! I don’t do porn! I need a towel, though.”
“No, obviously,” I back-pedalled, “I’ll get one. Worth a punt, you do look great like that,” I continued, climbing off the bed cradling my hanat and cock so as not to drip come across the room. I headed for the bathroom, and rinsed my fingers and genitals, picked up a towel and stepped back out. Kate lay as I’d left her, and it was almost shocking to see her from a distance, naked, legs open and cunt displayed, light catching the wetness there and across her body.
She looked over at me as I approached. “OK, bring your camera.”
My heart skipped a beat, and my jaw dropped briefly. “Oh wow. You sure?”
“No – I’m just horny and grateful. Maybe I can look at them tomorrow and decide whether to let you keep them.” She was smiling, but twitching her feet distractedly, clearly nervous. I grabbed my phone and sat on the bed.
“OK, I’d really like to have pictures of you like this, but I don’t want to exploit you.” I was desperate to point my camera and own her image forever, but again my instinct told me to go softly, and it was true that I wanted her genuine consent. “Why don’t we use your camera?” I suggested, “And you keep control.”
She stopped twitching. “That’s a good idea. There, on the desk.” She waved towards it, and I put my phone down and picked up hers, and handed it to her, climbing back on to the bed in front of her. She wiped her hand on the sheet before taking it, quickly unlocked it and opened the camera app, and offered it back to me. “Thank you,” she said, simply.
I took the camera and managed to stop my hand shaking as I raised it and saw her image appear on the screen. I rapidly pressed the shutter button and a picture flashed on to the screen, Kate, everything in shot, but not a good picture.
I took more time over the next picture, fixing the focus on her breasts, half-way between her face and her cunt, and the whole thing was much better. I took a couple of her top half, and she smiled as my spunk dripped down her chin, and clung to her nipple.
“Could I, err, take a couple lower down?” I asked, hopefully. Kate narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. “Still on your camera, you decide whether to keep them…”
She tipped her head to one side, and gave a half smile. “Go on then. I’m not promising you keep them.”
I nodded, serious. “No, maybe just keep the others,” I said, and couldn’t help spluttering a laugh at my audacity, and Kate joined in. I moved back. Kate had one leg lying to the side on the bed, the other drawn back with her knee straight up. I pointed the camera at her cunt, and to my joy she let her upright leg fall to the side, and shifted her pelvis towards me, affording me the most explicit view of her wet, pink folds of flesh, spread open. I went in close and took the picture, and saw immediately that it was beautiful. I pulled back and in the next shot captured the come streaked across her stomach and in her pubes, as well as her used-looking sex.
I paused, only for a couple of seconds, but then saw Kate’s hand steal down, and her fingertips land on her inner lips. She ran her fingers down and up again, re-moistening them, and pulling at the soft flesh. She breathed heavily, and continued the up and down motion, giving a gentle moan. This was an invitation, and I accepted, taking three shots in quick succession of Kate wanking herself, her fingers half-disappearing inside for the last one.
She came to a halt, drawing her fingers back up through her pubes to the sperm on her belly. She looked down and pushed her fingers through it, and slid them around, rubbing my come into her stomach, and I took a couple more pictures.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, “that’ll do. Can you pass me the towel?”
I did. “Thank you for doing that,” I said. “Even if you don’t want me to have them, it was good taking them. Looking at you in a different way, I guess, through the lens.”
Kate wiped herself, which took a while, and threw the towel to the floor. She slipped down to lie on the bed, looking up at me, then shuffled to one side. “Will you… sleep with me?” She bit her lip, and I saw that this wasn’t a sexual invitation, but an emotional expression, and I was moved, and touched.
I smiled. “I’d like that very much,” I replied, and lay down opposite her, then reached out to put a hand on her hip, and slid across, straightening my body so that we could be close. My hand travelled up her back, and I buried my face in her shoulder as she did the same and wrapped both arms round me. There was the faint scent of her body spray, but mostly she just smelt clean and natural and womanly. We crushed our bodies tightly together, and I felt her breasts on my chest, and the dampness of her cunt on my thigh as she hooked her leg over me, but it was closeness I felt rather than arousal. I reached to flick off the light, and we got comfortable in each others arms, looking into each other’s faces from a few inches apart for a while, before Kate rested her head against my chest and we fell asleep.