The Ladies Pull It Off

An adult stories – The Ladies Pull It Off by PickFiction,PickFiction All of my writing is fiction, and the stories and characters are products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy the story! And please take a second to vote and comment.

This story hasn’t been located in any particular city since state laws on public nudity vary drastically from state to state in the USA. Thus, I have just ignored that these laws exist and allowed the people in the story to do as they please.

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“Who’s up?” Connor asked as the foursome walked to the ninth tee.

“Who’s always up,” Mike quipped.

“Yes, as always, we bow to Andy.” Owen put his hands together and bowed his head.

“If you guys took the game a little more seriously, your scores would improve.”

“More seriously also means more time and more money,” Mike said, shaking his head.

“I have a little net in the backyard that I use for driving practice. Hang a sheet on a clothesline. It works.”

“Never thought of that.”

“Still takes time.”

“Anything worthwhile takes time.”

“And there’s only so much of it.”

“No problem, guys. I enjoy the free beer,” Andy said with a chuckle.

“We need to start figuring some handicaps here to make things even,” Mike, who almost always had the highest score, suggested.

“When we’re through, give me your last four scores, including today, and I’ll calculate handicaps for next week,” Andy volunteered.

Three nods and Andy stepped onto the tee. With his usual smooth swing, he sent the small white ball sailing down the center of the fairway.

“Shit. Same old, same old. I’ll be glad when we have the handicaps,” Owen said. He usually had the second-lowest score and thought the handicap might help him compete with Andy.

The other three drove, and all were in the fairway this time, though not nearly as long as Andy’s.

“Man, a perfect sunny day with not a cloud in the sky. I’m glad our wives are understanding enough to let us play golf every Saturday morning.” Owen was admiring the deep blue color of the springtime sky as he walked.

“Not bad for May, for sure,” Andy answered. “There’s your ball.”

“Got it, thanks. I’ll wait here while the others hit.” They stood together, watching first Mike hit and then Connor. Both had nice shots, still in the fairway but short of the green.

Owens’s second shot was just short of the green, and Andy’s, of course, was on the green about thirty feet from the cup.

They finished the hole, all relatively happy with two pars and two bogeys.

“A quick rest before we tackle the back nine?”

All agreed and went to the clubhouse, where they purchased iced teas and sat at a small table.

Owen raised his glass. “Here’s to the wives who let us do this every Saturday morning.”

“Here, here,” they all said and tapped their glasses together.

“It is pretty amazing, isn’t it?”

“But, the wives get to do what they want every Saturday morning.” Andy was fairly sure he knew what Callie was doing.

“Darla always goes shopping,” Connor said. “With both of us being nurses, it’s good to relax and have a good time with no responsibility. She usually buys something but just enjoys looking at things and imagining what it might be like to wear them. That’s fairly harmless.” he laughed and took a long drink of his tea.

“Mike, what’s Amber doing?”

“Normally, she’d sleep in, but she has a client who only has Saturday morning free, so she’s working. The client likes to work hard, so she gives Amber a nice tip, which she usually spends before the day is over. Sometimes, it’s on pizza, so it’s not all bad.”

That remark got a good laugh from the other three. But it was Mike’s turn to ask the question.

“How about Madison, Owen?”

“She’ll do her three-mile run, check some paperwork, and then read. When I get home, she’ll be snoozing but will swear she wasn’t asleep.”

He turned to Andy. “Tell us about Callie.”

“I think that if you checked our backyard right this minute, you’d find a glass of wine, a pair of sunglasses, and a red bikini covering my wife, who is stretched out on the lounger. Oh, and I forgot the Kindle because she’ll be reading something.”

“I’m sure the neighbors enjoy that,” Connor suggested.

“I’ve even watched the neighbors enjoying that,” he said, chuckling.

“I don’t want to be offensive, but damn, she’s watchable, Andy.”

“No offense at all, Mike. In fact, it’s kind of a compliment.”

“At least she’s wearing a bikini.” Connor said it, but his mind was picturing what Callie would look like without the bikini. She was a tall blonde former cheerleader whose thirty-two-year-old figure, a bit top-heavy, still turned heads when she entered a room.

“I’ve tried to talk her into at least losing the top so the neighbors would really get charged up, but no go.”

“Andy, you mean you’d like for the neighbors to ogle Carrie’s boobs?” Owen looked very surprised.

“Well, they’re nice, believe me. And seeing them isn’t like, well, other things you could do with them. But I can’t even get her to unfasten the top when she’s lying on her stomach. So, if she wears a backless gown, I have to rub on makeup to cover the white stripe.”

They all laughed, and Owen continued.

“I know what you mean. Madison and I were at the ocean a few years ago, and it was after the season, so there weren’t many people on the beach. It was high tide, and we were in shoulder-deep water — there was no one within fifty yards of us, and I challenged her to hand me her top and swim around a little. I gave her my trunks, but no go for her.”

“Yeah, but you get to see it all every day, Owen.”

“Anytime you need an assistant for your exams, I volunteer,” Mike said, struggling to contain a laugh.

Owen was a gynecologist and often had guys volunteer to assist him.

“And I get to see Madison’s mammaries occasionally, too.”

“I tried to get Darla to go topless when she’d take out the trash at midnight. No luck on that,” Connor said, frowning.

“Amber wouldn’t have sex with me under the weeping willow, either.” Mike’s turn to complain.

“There’s a back nine waiting, guys,” Andy said as he stood and drained his glass of tea.

“Are we all weird, wanting our wives to display their goods?” Mike asked as he pulled the sock off his driver.

“Number ten is a par three, Mike.”

“Shit. I’ve got bare tits on my mind, I guess.”

“Well, all our wives have bodies that would look good bare, so that’s not an issue. And, considering their ages, that’s something to say.” Andrew was holding a six iron.

“Amber’s only twenty-three,” Mike said as he bagged his driver and grabbed a two iron. There was a five percent chance he’d do everything correctly and hit long, but that was the least of his worries.

They finished the back nine and adjourned to the nineteenth hole, Andy getting the free beer, as always.

“Don’t you feel guilty, always getting the free beer?”

“Hey, I’ve worked hard on my golf game. That’s my reward.” Andy always tried to defend his enjoyment of free beer from the other three.

All four relaxed for a moment, tired after trekking seven thousand yards of the golf course. Of course, that was the length of the holes. The way they played, except Andy, the trek was much longer. They’d always walked rather than wimping out for carts.

“Back to our previous conversation,” Connor began. “One of the guys at the hospital talks about a group he and his wife hang out with that do all their get-togethers naked. He’s always talking about all the differences between women when they aren’t covered up with clothing.”

“That’s sure true,” Owen agreed, chuckling.

“So, we’re all in agreement, then, that we’d all like our wives to be a little more daring?”

“Something to think about,” Connor tossed out. “The guy at the hospital says that his wife really enjoys exposing herself, and she tells him every once in a while about running to the mailbox topless or not wearing a bra or panties when they go out to dinner. I’m not sure our ladies fit that model.”

“That sure doesn’t fit Callie. She’s very careful about being covered, even though it’s tough sometimes with the hooters she has,” Andy contributed.

“I even volunteered to be naked with Darla,” Connor volunteered. “Didn’t work.”

“Do you think if we get one to do it, the others would be competitive enough to do it too?”

“Madison might, for sure. How about Amber?” Owen asked.

“She might,” Mike suggested. “She responds to challenges sometimes.”

“Since our beer is gone, let’s do this,” Andy suggested. “Make it a challenge for us and the wives. Let’s see if anyone can get a topless trip to the trash.”

All agreed and headed home, excited about the possibilities.

~~~

“Darla, where’d you get that recipe?”

“It actually came from Martha’s cousin, who’s from South America.”

“I’m not used to having cinnamon in the main course.”

“And Basmati rice along with beef and chicken. A little Allspice, too.”

“It sure was good. And thanks for doing it so late.”

“Extra shifts suck, but we weren’t too busy. I miss the time with you, though.”

“Me too. We’ll have tomorrow morning.” Connor stood and stretched. “I’ll help you clean up, and then we can head to bed.”

“I can’t go to bed so soon after eating.”

“I have a creative way to fill some time,” Connor said, winking at Darla.

“I’m not surprised, pervert.” Darla was finishing cleaning off the dishes and handing them to Connor, who was loading the dishwasher. When she bent over to pick up a dropped napkin, Connor’s hand went up the leg of her shorts.

Darla squealed and jumped, but Connor’s finger was hooked into the crotch of her panties, and she couldn’t escape. She squealed again as his finger caressed her.

“Connor, stop,” she said, knowing it was probably useless. Another pair of caresses, and she moaned. “Please stop,” she pleaded, not really wanting him to stop.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Connor said, giving her pussy one more rub.

“What?” Darla asked, now backed against the refrigerator and unable to get away.

“You’re tired, right?”

She nodded, expecting another rub to that now more sensitive nub.

“Get rid of your shirt and bra and take the trash out.”

“I guess you might as well keep rubbing because that isn’t going to happen.”

“Are you sure? That would be an easy way to get right to bed and sleep.”

She was quiet for a moment, and Connor was hopeful.

“Keep rubbing,” she finally said. “I can come in the kitchen as well as in the bedroom.”

A little disappointed, Connor wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. He used his other hand to loosen her shorts. She didn’t protest when he slid them and her panties off. In fact, she spread her legs, causing him to smile. Once her sexual motor was turned on, it didn’t take long to reach full speed.

“Shit, Connor, that feels so good,” Darla moaned, her hips moving in time with his hand. As the hand moved faster and fast, she said, “Oh, fuck,” and he knew she was about to come.

Her ass banged the refrigerator in time with her orgasmic spasms, her moans filling the kitchen.

Connor’s pants were off almost before Darla’s moans ceased. He put an arm around her, lifted her leg, and entered her carefully shaved pussy. Now, the kitchen was filled with sloshing and slapping sounds, along with Connor’s grunts. In moments, he was filling her with stream after stream of hot liquid.

He quickly lowered her leg.

“Wasn’t that better than watching me walk topless to the trash can?” Darla panted.

“It might have been even hotter if I’d seen those beautiful tits bare and headed toward the trash can.”

Darla lifted her shirt and unfastened her front closure bra. “There, my beautiful tits are bare.”

Connor was amazed at how shapely Darla’s over-30 tits remained. He never tired of looking at them. But they hadn’t made a trip to the trash can bare. He hoped one of the others would have better luck.

~~~

A week had passed, and it was another sunny Saturday, the men off to play golf and the women gathering for breakfast at a Cracker Barrel restaurant. Callie had recently been to Las Vegas, and that was thoroughly discussed.

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?” Amber said with a giggle.

“Thank goodness,” Callie answered, winking at the others.

“How tall was he?” Madison asked.

“It’s not how tall he was that counted,” Callie said, holding her hands in front of her about a foot apart.”

“Wow, almost as big as Connor, huh?” Darla quipped, and all four laughed loudly.

“I wish,” Callie said, her cheeks pink now. “And how do you know how big he is, Darla?”

“He was a football player, and they’re all big, aren’t they?” Amber’s turn to question.

They had to stifle that subject as their server came to take orders.

“So, what’s everyone doing this afternoon?”

“Probably some cleaning since I have a client this evening,” Amber began.

“Yeah, a rich lady who pays well and tips well too. Saturday is unusual.”

“I’m just going to get a little sun since Andy is gone,” Callie said, shaking her head.

“Why the head shake?”

“Every time I wear my bikini out back, Andy’s after me to go topless.”

“Wait, are you kidding? The other night, Connor promised to let me skip late-night sex if I’d take the trash out topless.”

The other two spoke at once.

“Go ahead, Amber.”

“A couple of days ago, on sex night,” she giggled, “Mike tried to talk me into doing it in the backyard, in the darkest part, of course.”

“Owen offered to cook dinner if I’d walk topless from the garage to the house. Does all of this seem weird to any of you?”

“Well, it’s not the first time Andy’s been after me to sunbathe topless. It’s just that all four of them doing it the same week, right?”

“Maybe their weirdness is in sync. Still, I wonder if they’re up to something?”

“So, Darla, even though you didn’t go topless to the trash, did Connor let you off the hook?” Amber asked, a sly smile on her face.

Pink cheeks for Darla as she replied, “I respectfully take the fifth.”

“So, wait. Do each of your husbands dare you to be naked or partly so out in public on a regular basis?”

“Depends on what you mean by regular,” Callie continued. “How often for each of us?”

“Maybe once every month,” Amber answered.

“Yeah, not even that often,” the other two replied, “but it’s been going on for years,” they both agreed.

“It does seem funny then that all four choose this week.”

“I wonder,” Madison said, “If they’re trying to get one of us to do it and then shame the others so they’ll do it too?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them.”

“So, it’s easy for us, now that we know what’s up, to just keep saying no,” Madison said, nodding to the other three.

Darla laughed. “I’ll tell you something: the other night, when I was really, really tired, and Connor offered to skip sex if I would take off my shirt and bra and take out the trash, I was so tempted to do it. I thought that it was unlikely that anyone would see me, and what if they did?”

“Would depend on whether it was a man or a woman, “Madison said with a giggle. In secret, it might be cool to see my next-door neighbor naked. If the guy next door saw your boobs, so what?”

Darla thought for a moment. “Unless I saw him watching me, no big deal.”

“And if you did see him watching?”

“A little embarrassed, I suppose, but I guess I’d survive.”

“It’s funny,” Callie began, “I just laugh and say no automatically, but when I think about it, I can imagine how excited Andy would be if I did it.”

“I understand that. When Mike talks about sex in the backyard, there’s a lump in his pants almost instantaneously, and sometimes, it’s hard to make it to the bedroom.”

“I can’t believe we’re sitting in this restaurant and talking about this,” Darla said, glancing around to make sure no one else could hear them.

“You look like you’re thinking about something, Darla.”

“Yeah, but it’s too weird.”

“This whole day has been weird, so go ahead.”

“I’ll pick on Callie, but it applies to all of us. What would happen if you handed Andy your bikini top before you went outside and told him you were going out to get a little sun.”

“He’d be so friggin’ surprised and excited he wouldn’t know what to do.? He’d be taking pictures out the window for sure.”

“And Amber?”

“The same. Mike would go nuts. No pictures, though.”

That brought a round of laughter.

“So, Darla, are you suggesting we all agree to what our husbands want, being naked somehow in public, or at least outside?”

“Sort of, only I’m wondering how brave and tough we are?”

“Darla, tough is not a word that’s ever been associated with me,” Callie said.

” I could probably qualify as tough some days. Although they usually call me bitch instead of tough,” Amber, the personal trainer, answered.

Madison was just shaking her head, wondering where Darla was headed.

“I can hardly say this, but what if we did some of the things they’re talking about, only we do it without them knowing about it, and we video each other and then give them the video?”

“What have you been smoking, Darla?” Callie rolled her eyes.

“I’m supposed to go out in public and have sex with a stranger while one of you videos it?” Amber’s brow was wrinkled as she eyed Darla.

“Come on, you guys. You know what I’m talking about. It’s easy for us to say no to the perverted husbands we have, but it’s harder to say no if we’re challenging each other.”

“Challenging each other? Why would we challenge each other to do that stuff?”

“It’s like we said before, if one of us agreed to do it and the other three guys keep telling us, hey, so-and-so did it so you can’t let her get ahead of you we might be tempted.”

“You really think so?”

“Just guessing. Madison was an athlete, and she might be competitive enough to be tempted.” Darla gave Madison a questioning look.

Madison raised her eyebrows. “I dunno. Are you guys game to try it.”

Six eyes stared at Madison.

“You’d do it? Really?” Callie said, a disbelieving tone to her voice.

“I will if you guys will. Let’s see how tough we all are. I mean, we’ve been married for a lot of years, so we should be ready to do something like this.”

“Speak for yourselves. I’ve only been married for two years,” Amber corrected.

“Are we all at least thinking about it?”

There were three nods.

Darla decided to push a little harder. She knew Callie would be the toughest sell.

“So, Madison and I are in. Amber, how about you?”

“Amber sighed. “I may be sorry, but I’m in.”

“How about our interior designer? Callie?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I suppose. I hope I don’t get into trouble over this.”

“The worst trouble will be that someone may get to see your boobs.”

“If we’re going to video it, of course, someone will see my boobs and all of you guy’s boobs too.”

A lot of jabbering as the four thought about what they had just agreed to do. Except, they had just agreed and didn’t know what they’d be doing.”

“Let’s make this fun,” Madison said. “Let’s write out a challenge specific to each of us. We’ll all write out three of them, so there will be three challenges for each of us. Use a three-by-five card, and we’ll draw next Saturday when we get together again. Okay?”

With a big smile, Amber spoke up. “Let’s make it really exciting. We’ll have a little drawing to pick one of us to do something that’s a little racier than the rest.”

“Now, wait a minute,” Callie said. “I just agreed to do this, and now you’re trying to add to it.”

“Okay, we can leave Callie out of that drawing, then,” Amber continued.

“You’re just trying to shame me now, right?”

“If you don’t want to do it, we can leave you out.”

“I’ll do whatever you guys do,” Callie finally said, a look of determination on her face.

“Okay then, fill out the tough task card too, then.”

“Let’s meet here next Saturday and learn what we’ll be doing,” Darla said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You may pay for this, Darla,” Callie teased.

“I don’t know; we may find out something about ourselves.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Callie said, and everyone laughed.

~~~

It was Tuesday evening, and Darla had already filled out her three-by-five cards, including the one she hoped she wouldn’t have to do. Connor had gone to a two-day conference and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. She was sitting in the family room, ignoring the HGTV show, instead thinking about Saturday morning and what would follow that.

The four of them were different, for sure, but similar in one way at least. All were well-endowed breast-wise and would not disappoint any man who’d see them topless. She had short, nearly black hair; Callie’s was long and blond, and Amber had long red hair she usually wore in a ponytail. Madison referred to her hair as mousy brown, but Darla thought it was a beautiful warm brown and wavy.

She began to concentrate on herself, the awareness that she’d be at least topless and possibly naked at a place where she might be seen. She shivered slightly just thinking about it.

She remembered last week’s session with Connor when she refused the topless trash can trip and ended up with one of the best orgasms of her life. But Connor wasn’t here tonight — they’d Facetimed earlier, and with all of the thinking and picturing she’d done, she wished he was there.

She stood, gazed out the window … and wondered. The trash was already out, but still. It was going to happen sooner or later. She bit her lower lip.

She turned off the kitchen lights and then did the same in the family room. The house was totally dark. At the window, she could see there was no moonlight.

Why not, she decided.

She pulled the T-shirt up and off, laying it carefully on a chair. She reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and tossed it onto the shirt. She couldn’t see herself but didn’t need to. She felt her way to the back door and opened it.

There were no lights and no moon, but it was cloudy, and there was a faint glow from the city lights. Very faint out here in the suburbs.

She gently opened the back door and then the screen door. She slid sideways through the small Crack she’d provided and closed the screen door. She was outside and topless, visible to any infrared camera in the neighborhood. Chin high, she slipped along the back of the house and then the garage to the small enclosure where the trash container was located. Being there would expose her to the house next door, except for the darkness.

She noticed some bouncing and swaying as she was evidently walking faster than she thought. She tapped the trash can and smiled. As she was turning to head back, the backyard light of the neighbors turned on. Ollie, their German Shepherd, walked slowly through the yard, squatted, and relieved himself. He lifted his head and then headed straight toward Darla.

“Hi, Ollie,” she whispered as she dropped to one knee. His tail was wagging, and he licked her cheek. She giggled and pushed his head away. The sound of a door opening caused her to back against the trash container.

“Ollie, come on in, buddy.”

Ollie pulled away and headed home, Darla afraid he’d give away her location.

He didn’t, and the light was quickly out.

Darla stood and began retracing her steps. Something different was happening, though, and she made a left turn and headed toward the back fence. She almost wished that Connor was there to see her. He’d have to wait for his view, whatever it might be.

She could feel her body tingling as she casually stood by the back fence … topless. She had no illusions that this had prepared her for anything that might happen later, but she was pleased with herself, having done something she thought she wasn’t capable of and enjoying it.

~~~

A very nervous group of four women gathered in an out-of-the-way corner of their favorite Cracker Barrel restaurant. Breakfast was ordered and nibbled on as they talked. Coffee was consumed liberally.

Finally, it was time to face the reason they were there. Darla decided she needed to get things started.

“I was trying to figure out how to do everything we need to do. Did everyone write out a challenge for the other three?”

Some murmured yeses, and a few cards waved in the air got them going.

“First, I thought we should decide which one of us does the special thing. That way, they won’t be involved in the regular card draw.” She waited for the others to agree, which they finally did. “I have four Scrabble tiles in this bag, three blanks, and one U. Whoever draws the U is the lucky one.”

“Let’s draw,” Madison said, “and don’t look till we’ve all drawn.”

The three drew, and Darla took the tile that was left.

“Let’s look,” she said and sighed in relief when hers was blank.

Everyone was looking around. Everyone, that is, except Amber, who was shaking her head.

“Amber, you must have gotten the special tile.”

She sighed. “Why did I agree to this,” she said, chuckled, and shrugged her shoulders.

“No one’s going to shoot you if you decide to back out.”

“Back out? Those words have an ugly sound. I’m not going to back out.”

“So, Darla, do the rest of us draw now?” Callie looked a touch apprehensive.

“I was thinking on the way here that it might be more fun if you didn’t know what you were doing until it was your turn. What do the rest of you think?”

“So, whoever’s going first draws what they’re going to do, and the rest of us wait, nervous as hell until we get to draw.” Callie again.

Same four tiles,” Darla began, “and the one who gets the U goes first.”

They drew again, and Callie squealed.

The others drew for position, and Darla would be second, with Madison taking third. Amber could only watch … and wonder. So Callie was going first.

“It’s not fair. I’m the most timid of all, and I have to go first?”

“Remember those two words we mentioned, back out?

“If Amber can hang in there, so can I.” Callie sounded brave, but Darla thought she might be trembling.

Madison and Amber handed Darla their Callie card, and she shuffled them along with hers.

“Draw.”

Callie eyed the cards, then drew one. She read it carefully, then looked at the other three.

“Read it so we can anticipate along with you.”

“You are to go to the nearest swimming pool in your neighborhood topless, sneak in, and skinny-dip there for fifteen minutes minimum. The swimming should involve being on your back and your stomach, not just standing there in deep water. Then make your way home topless as well. Of course, this should take place in the daylight..”

“Do you know of a pool in your neighborhood,” Darla asked.

“Yes, but it’s in the next block, and I know the owners.”

“Maybe you can just ask their permission, and they can sip cocktails while they watch your boobs floating around in the water. Of course, you’ll still have to get to the pool — topless.”

“Guh,” Callie groaned.

“So, the rest of us have to wait to find out what we do? And do we all get to watch each other?” Madison seemed anxious for answers.

“One has to video, so the other two might as well watch, depending on what the task is.”

They finally agreed that everyone could watch.

And Callie was going first.

~~~

Callie had let Darla and the others know that she was anxious to get her challenge over and done and would be ready by Tuesday. She’d been reading on the internet about other ladies who’d been exposed in public and seen by others and what their feelings and reactions had been. Many said they were just embarrassed, while others found it kind of exciting and were amazed at the reactions they experienced.

She’d decided to wear shorts, sans underwear, and a pair of flip-flops, considerably less than she was used to wearing. She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if anyone else would see the large and very pale breasts she was viewing. She’d decided that if they did, they did, and it wouldn’t change her life. On second thought, she wondered if it might actually change things a little. Now, when Andy challenged her to do something topless, she might agree if he’d do it bottomless. She chuckled.

Her cell phone buzzed. It was Darla.

“I’m about ready,” Callie said. “I’m going to wear a shirt to the edge of our property. I think that’s legal,” she added with a laugh.

“We’re all ready, too. Madison had to work, but Amber is here. She’ll be in the car, and I’ll follow you with the camera.”

Callie knew the car was for emergencies, but she wasn’t expecting any of those.

“I’m on the way.” She stuffed the phone into the pocket of her shorts, pulled on a thin T-shirt, and went downstairs. She could see Darla waiting in the backyard.

Callie closed her back door, leaving it unlocked, as she didn’t want to take the time to hide a key outside. Darla was waiting, and they headed for the very back of the yard, where the utility easement was. There were no fences in the neighborhood, so she’d have an unimpeded path to the street she’d have to cross to get to the pool. She took a deep breath and slipped off the T-shirt.

Callie saw Darla smile.

Darla knew they were big, but seeing them bared had her shaking her head. So little droop and the pointed nipple were a gentle surprise.

“Stop shaking your head,” Callie giggled. “They’re not much bigger than yours.

“I guess we’ll all know what the other’s boobs look like,” Callie said with a big smile.

“Madison is missing seeing those,” Darla said, gesturing at Callie’s chest.

“I’m embarrassed, and I haven’t even started yet.” She hung the shirt on a bush. “Here I go.”

As Callie started down behind the houses, Darla ran ahead of her so she could video … a front view. She wondered if they’d bounce as Callie walked.

“Make’um swing a little,” she called to Callie, who was busy checking the houses for possible watchers. She knew Callie wasn’t aware that she was periodically zooming in so that she was getting closeups of her boobs. The closeups would be a hit when the video was viewed.

Callie had chosen this mid-morning hour, hoping that rush hour traffic would be gone and most of the residents would be off to work. She was getting closer to the street she’d have to cross and wondered how that would work. She stopped behind a large tree while Darla ran across the street. She decided all was clear and started across, but just as she did, a car squealed around the corner. It stopped, and a head came out of the window.

“Hey, could you use a ride?” he shouted as Callie tried to run in the flip-flops. One slipped off, and she had to stop to retrieve it. “I wish that ass was as bare as those big tits of yours. I’d give both of them a ride.”

She grabbed the flip-flop, ran the rest of the way successfully, and disappeared behind a bush. More traffic was coming along the street, and the voyeur had to move on.

Darla ducked behind the bush, too, giggling.

“Don’t you laugh, that was terrible.”

“He finally got the cell phone out the window, but I think all he got was your bare back. Your tits won’t be on Facebook or Twitter, I’m sure.”

“You’re terrible, but I didn’t even think about someone taking a photo. I should have worn a mask.”

“I don’t think that guy was trying to take a picture of your face, and the tough part is over now until you have to cross the street to get home.”

“I think I’ll just walk across and let them all gawk.”

“I’ll have to see that.”

“You’ll have a video so you can see it. Which reminds me, no showing the video to Connor, you know.”

They made their way behind the houses until they were almost to the yard with the pool.

“You probably noticed that once you cross that street, it gets hilly,” Callie said, looking down at the fenced pool.

“I hope the gate isn’t locked.”

“If it is, I’ll climb the fence. I did that kind of stuff when I was young.”

“You did it so you could skinny-dip?”

“No,” she snorted. I did it just to go swimming. But up here, you can see the pool and can video just fine.”

Callie walked down the slope into the yard with the pool, looking around as she did. When she got to the gate, it was locked. She slid a chair over by the fence, climbed up, and surprised herself by half-jumping, half-pushing herself over the fence. She wasn’t too worried as she knew the Roths both worked, and she should be alone.

Quickly, she unfastened her shorts, tossed them aside, and went to the edge of the pool. As she was dipping her toe to check the temperature, she heard a noise.

“Callie, is that you?” a surprised voice asked.

Her first impulse was to cover herself, but that would ruin what she was trying to accomplish.

“Oh, hi, Mr. Roth.” She giggled. “I’m doing a dare kind of thing, and I hope you don’t mind if I use your pool. I thought you and Jane would be at work.”

“We’re both on vacation this week, and Jane has gone shopping.” He laughed. “If she were here, I might get her to join you. I was just coming out to clean some leaves out of the pool.” He unlocked the gate and stepped through but didn’t get too close to Callie. “So, are you just going to swim around for your dare thing?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Believe me, I don’t mind,” he answered, sitting down in a plastic chair.

Selfconsciously, Callie put a toe in the water. It was cold. If she had wondered about being seen, it was happening now. And not just seen, but watched… by a friend. Oh, well, she thought as she jumped off the edge into the very cold water, which nearly took her breath away. She popped to the surface and gasped in some air.

“Sorry, it’s so cold, but the heater needs to be repaired, and I haven’t seen to it yet.”

Callie remembered that she was supposed to swim around and not just stand there, so she rolled onto her back and began kicking. Looking toward her feet, she decided that Vern Roth was getting quite a view as her nipples were hard as a rock and standing long and erect. She remembered when Andy had used ice to produce the same effect. Occasionally, her light brown muff was visible, but she was doing her best to keep her legs together as she kicked, only partially successful, she was sure.

Vern leaned forward in his chair. “This may sound silly, but can I get you something to drink or …”

Callie stopped swimming and stood in much shallower water now … actually just a few inches below her navel. She looked at Vern, who was certainly looking at her. His being there had been a total surprise, and her reaction to his question was a surprise as well. He’d seen everything there was to see, almost, and she was freezing.

“Hot coffee?”

It appeared that Vern was surprised as well.

“We have a Keurig, so I’ll be back in two minutes.” He jogged toward the house as Callie turned and waved in Darla’s direction, who she knew was wondering what was going on.

She swam across the pool one more time, and Vern was back with the coffee and a towel.

Callie sat down in one of the other plastic chairs, and Vern handed her the cup of coffee.

“I should probably pour this over my head to warm me up.”

“I can get you another if you want to do that.”

She laughed. I’ll just sip it.”

There was a moment of silence, broken only by Callie’s sipping of the very hot coffee.

“Is this a dream, Callie?”

A puzzled look from Callie, who’d momentarily forgotten that she was totally naked. The comment from Vern brought her back to reality.

“You and me, both, Vern.”

“If I swear on everything that’s holy never to show it to anyone, may I take a selfie?”

Her first impulse was to say no, but she didn’t. Instead, she retrieved her phone.

There were two nearly full-length selfies taken. She’d add hers to the video, and she prayed Vern would be true to his word.

“Vern, thanks so much for being so kind and understanding.”

“I do that for every beautiful and naked friend that stops by.”

Callie couldn’t keep from laughing as she dried herself with the very fluffy towel Vern had provided and then pulled on her shorts and fastened them.

“I’d give you a hug, but under the circumstances, maybe not.”

More laughs, and Callie headed up the gentle slope toward Darla.

“What the hell was going on down there? When I saw him walk up, I thought you might run, but the next thing I know, you’re sitting there in your birthday suit and drinking coffee or something.”

“Well, once he’d seen me, I knew that picture would be fixed in his mind for the rest of his life, so what’s the use of running away? I’d agreed to do this thing, so I had to do it, right?”

“I guess so. Let me see the selfie.”

Callie dug in her shorts pocket, retrieved her phone, brought up the picture, and handed it to Darla.

“Water must have been a little cold, huh?”

Callie laughed. “Oh my gosh, yes. That and having him standing there watching me. They’re certainly standing at attention, aren’t they?”

“You ready to head back?”

“Yep. And after I cross the street, I’ll take off my shorts, and you can video my butt trotting along.”

“You’re really into this, aren’t you? I mean, who knows what you’ll want to do next.”

“I’ll have to wait till we pass out the videos so Andy will know what’s going on.”

The street was crossed successfully, and Callie’s cute butt was videoed as she walked and jogged to her house.

~~~

Once back at her house, Darla couldn’t keep from downloading the video to her computer and then watching it. She was amazed at how calmly Callie had handled the unexpected appearance of the man at the swimming pool and wondered if she’d be able to do as well should the same happen to her.

She texted the other three, asking when they wanted to get together to allow her to draw her assignment. Responses came quickly — how about this evening?

All agreed to meet in the snack bar of a local supermarket and do some shopping as well. Despite her singular experience of the other night, she knew that meeting people, perhaps men, would be drastically different than anything she had ever experienced previously. And she wasn’t sure how she’d handle meeting strange men while naked. That would depend on how her challenge was written.

Callie received lots of attention and questions, but she wouldn’t say much other than she had done hers and the others were next. She did admit that it wasn’t at all what she had expected and hinted that Andy might be surprised at what she’d be willing to do in the future. That brought some wide-eyed looks.

But they were there to watch Darla choose her card and to hear what she’d have to do. She had the envelope that she had sealed at their last meeting, and she handed it to Madison, who tore it open and removed the three upside-down cards. A quick shuffle, and she extended them toward Darla.

Which one? She was certain that each one held a very different task. She glanced at Madison, then Callie, and finally, Amber. All were smiling, particularly Callie, of course. Top, middle, or bottom? She chose the bottom.

“Read it out loud,” Callie insisted, to which Darla stuck out her tongue. She looked at the card and began to read.

“Tentative arrangements have been made with Dr. Brandy Longshore for you to pose for one of her photography classes. She was informed that the lady would be beautiful and shapely and would be available for any type of posing.” Darla’s mouth dropped open.

“Dr. Longshore doesn’t do porn,” Callie inserted with a laugh. “She teaches photography at the university, and I’ll give you the contact information.”

So I’ll be posing … ” She paused, realizing that a class meant lots of people, and not just females, probably.

“I can get time off anytime,” Madison said excitedly, “so I can take the video.”

After a lot of laughing and teasing Darla, the group broke up to do their grocery shopping.

“So, are you ready for this, guys seeing your tittles and who knows what else?” Madison whispered to Darla.

This would be a little more than running into a friend at a swimming pool.

—–

Connor was off to work, and Darla was ready. At least as ready as she could be just thinking about it. She was sure that experiencing it could be very different. Dr. Longshore had given her the basic time and place but no details about what would be involved with the posing. That made her a little nervous despite her constant assurances to herself that it wouldn’t be porn. She suspected that it would probably be total nudity, but if Callie, of all people, could do it, so could she.

She and Madison found the building and then Dr. Longshore’s office. She knocked.

“Yes, come in.”

Brandy Longshore was coming around her desk to greet Darla.

“You must be Darla and …”

“Present and accounted for,” she answered with a smile. “And this is my good friend Madison Lyons. She’s come along to video everything that happens.

The Dr. laughed. “Callie was certainly correct when she said you’d be beautiful and well put together; both of you can pose if you’d like to..”

“Thank you,” they echoed.

“I’ll just do the video,” Madison said, knowing her task was still ahead of her.

“Callie is very kind,” Darla continued. But I am curious about what I’ll be doing today.”

“Callie said whoever showed up would be good for doing just about anything. I hope that’s true for you,” she added.

Madison was shaking her head … and chuckling.

Callie would say that, Darla thought. It wouldn’t be porn, so she guessed it should be okay.

“Pretty much so, I guess. Did she tell you about our little game-challenge thing?”

“Sure did, and it sounds like fun,” Brandy said with a giggle. “Anyway, this is a photography class of twelve graduate students. I’ve planned all of these sessions ahead of time, and this one just happens to be up today. It’ll be continuous action, and we’ll be going to the old gymnasium and the shower room there. You’ll be taking a shower or showers as we’ll have several shower heads running.”

“Wow, that’s not at all what I expected.”

“It’s the first time I’ve tried it, so we’ll see how it goes. The students will probably make requests that you do this or that, and you’re free to refuse if it makes you too uncomfortable.”

“Thanks, but hopefully, I won’t have to do that.” Darla wondered what might be requested and what she might be willing to do. She’d have to see.

“We have a few minutes, so I’ll take you two to the gym, and you can get ready. The rest of the class, which, by the way, is eight guys and four girls, will be there a little later.”

The old gym was … an old gym, for sure. But Darla decided it would be a good backdrop for photos. She was in the locker room and debated but decided to go ahead and strip and be ready when theh students arrived.

“Wow, quite a place,” Madison said. She walked to the door and looked into the shower room. “Eight shower heads in there. You can get good and wet, for sure.” She chuckled again.

“You’re up next, you know, so we’ll be chuckling at you before long.”

Darla undressed, stacking her clothing carefully on the bench. There was an old mirror on the wall, and she looked at her image. She was in an old gym, naked and ready to be viewed by a dozen college students, most of them male. She wondered what Connor would think and realized she’d know one of these days … when he watched the video Madison would be taking — had already begun taking — she noted as she glanced at her.

She could hear voices now — reality was approaching. She stood just inside the door and waited; Madison already in the shower room and beginning to video. She heard Dr. Longshore giving final instructions to the class. At last, it was her turn.

“We’re delighted to have a special guest with us today. We needed a model, and the very attractive lady you’ll be shooting today and her friends are involved in a series of, well, dare games, and we’re the beneficiaries of that. Darla, come out and meet the class.”

Darla stepped through the door to applause and big smiles from the male students. She moved to the first shower and turned it on, stepping away from the rush of cold water. She went to the next and then the third, following the same process. Finally, she had them adjusted to a comfortable temperature, the students moving around photographing her. She’d noticed that they all appeared to have expensive cameras and knew that, more than likely,they’d be taking some strategic closeups. She sort of wished she wasn’t shaved, as that part of her was clearly visible. And if she chose to, she could make it even more visible. If she chose to? What was she thinking already?

“Ma’am, ma’am,” one of the students called.

Darla, holding a bar of soap, stepped out of the water. “Yes?”

“I don’t know about the others,” the young lady began, “but goosebumps make for fascinating photos. I hate to make you uncomfortable, but could you stand under cold water for a moment, and we could take a few photos?”

Darla hated cold water and remembered a summer camp where the water heater was broken, and there were only cold showers available. She took one and only one. But she was here to do what they asked, so she moved to one of the unused showers, stepped under the head, and turned it on.

Her body jolted as the cold water struck her, and she gasped. It was almost painful as the ice-like spray cascaded over her. She could see that it was having the desired effect, or actually effects, and she had empathy for Callie. Although her nipples could never match Callie’s, they were stiff and hard, surrounded by a shriveled areola, and her entire body was covered in delightful pink bumps. She stepped out of the water as the students drew closer to get closeup pictures.

But it was Darla’s chance, and she swung her arm around, gathering a handful of cold water, which she flung on the students, drawing squeals and grunts and then laughter. The cold water was turned off, and Darla was more than happy to get back to the deliciously hot water. She hoped Brancy didn’t mind her interacting with the students.

Brandy had said that her idea for the photos was for them to be artistic and a bit sexy without stepping over that line. She’d conveyed that to the students, as well, and hoped they abided by her wishes.

Darla’s hair was wet, and she allowed it to drop over her face, brushing it out of the way and lifting her arms to do it, which also lifted her breasts. She lathered herself with the bar of soap, taking special care with her breasts and her butt. Under the cold shower, her nipples had been at full attention. Once back in the hot water, they had relaxed to fully at ease. But as she washed and rubbed them, they were coming to life again. She knew that it was the washing accompanied by the acting sexy that was in her mind that had that happening.

Then the bar of soap slipped out of her hand and hit the floor, sliding against the back wall. Stoop or bend, she asked herself. Before she had thought it through, she bent from the waist, fumbled for a moment, picking it up, and then straightened. She bit her lower lip. That was more than a little sexy as she knew her bare and very puffy labia had been fully exposed. She hoped that Brandy wasn’t too upset. But Brandy hadn’t said anything.

Darla had been concentrating on her breasts and butt and realized she had been avoiding that other private spot. When her hand ventured there briefly, her whole body tingled, and she sucked in a breath. She quickly moved her hand and turned her back to the students. Where had the Darla who wouldn’t venture out topless in the dark of night gone? Standing in this shower, naked and at least minimally sexually aroused, this was a very different Darla, and she wondered what effect it might have on the rest of her life … and on Connor.

There were three requests for Darla to hold a particular position for a short period of time so the shots could be composed; nothing particularly exciting, although all of the requests were from the girls. She’d seen some of the guys whispering to the girls, apparently timid about asking Darla to hold a particular pose.

“Okay, class, I think that’s enough for today. What do we have to say to Mrs. Gilliam?”

“Thank you so much,” was repeated many times.

“That was amazing,” came from one of the females.

Both Madison and Dr. Longshore joined Darla after she had turned off all of the showers. Darla gave Brandy a questioning look.

Brandy chuckled. “Thanks so much. That had to be difficult, and I usually try to get someone, well, a little older, to do it rather than a nineteen-year-old college girl.”

Darla laughed. “I am a little older, for sure,” she said, “and I hope I didn’t step outside of your boundaries.”

“No worries. All of the students are adults, and I’m sure they all got some very interesting photos. I didn’t see anything there that was overtly over the top, so I think we’re fine.

Darla thought that was a very diplomatic way to put it. Brandy was off to take care of her students, and Darla was drying off with the towels provided in the locker room. She hadn’t even thought about the possibility of others coming in to use the gym and had just assumed that wouldn’t happen.

“I’m not sure I could have done that, Darla, at least the way you did it,” Madison added with a smile. “When you dropped that soap, thirteen cameras zoomed into closeup mode.”

“Wait, thirteen?”

“Yeah, while you fumbled, I got some NSFW video.”

“I hope Connor enjoys it.”

“If Connor doesn’t, I know eight guys who did. Even though they were taking photos, there were lots of videos, too. And you know what they’ll be using them for.” She laughed loudly.

“Don’t say that,” Darla said, burying her face in the towel. When she lowered the towel, she was laughing too. Something similar had happened to her as an eighteen-year-old high school senior when a boy asked her for a date, mentioning in an offhand manner that he sometimes masturbated to her photo. He hadn’t gotten the date.

“You’re next, you know,” she said to Madison, who seemed to cringe at her words.

“I was taking the video and trying to picture that being me, naked and showering in front of a dozen college students, mostly males. And you almost looked like you were enjoying it.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she said that.

“I can’t explain it, but I did. It’s a side of me that I didn’t know existed.”

“Oh my gosh, really?” She paused for a moment. “I’d like to do mine as quickly as possible, using what happened today as inspiration. Hopefully, what I have to do, I can do totally naked.”

“Whoa. Sounds like you’re into it.”

“Yep.”

Madison had used Darla’s camera, so Darla went home with the video, anxious to watch it. Connor would be late, so she had plenty of time. Once home, she sent the video to her computer and began watching. It was her, but a different her, for sure. She hadn’t realized how much she’d sort of highlighted her breasts, but it was very apparent in the video. Also something she had thought about was also very visible in the video. Her cleft showed clearly since she was cleanly shaved. Madison also often showed the expressions on the guy’s faces, particularly when they talked to each other.

Madison had done a good job of zooming in when Darla had bent over to recover the bar of soap. She hadn’t realized she’d spread her legs when she’d done that, but the video revealed that she had. It was a view of herself that she’d never seen. And it showed a part of her she wasn’t used to seeing, but it was something Connor often mentioned.

She went upstairs to their bedroom and dug through the bottom drawer of her dresser, finally pulling out the chord with the attached Eroscilator she hadn’t used for some time. It was used very quickly and effectively and wouldn’t spoil her time with Conner when they went to bed.

~~~

The four were able to get together for Madison’s drawing on Thursday, which would only take a few minutes. Of course, there were questions about Darla’s session, causing pink cheeks as she recalled the time in the shower room, which Madison had carefully described to a pair of wide-eyed listeners.

“At least mine was with just one guy seeing me,” Callie said.

“Don’t forget the guy in the car,” Darla reminded her.

“He didn’t see much,” Callie said with a shrug.

Darla held up the envelope and then removed the three cards. She mixed them a little and held them in front of Madison, who eyed them warily. She chose the middle card and read it silently.

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” she said, sounding almost disappointed.

“Let’s hear.”

“I know you were an athlete in college and participated in crew. I have arranged for a singles shell to be available on Monday afternoon, and you are to row a mile down the river while naked. At the end of the trip down, you are to return to the starting point. You must undress in your car and make your way to the river bank and the shell while naked. On your return, you must return to the car to dress.”

“Should be fun,” Callie said. “Doing something you enjoy, only doing it naked.” She giggled.

“Listen, I sneaked away from work, and I need to get back, so I’ll see someone on Monday afternoon.” She hurried away.

“It’s mine,” Amber said, and there’s more to it than she knows about.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. I’m a little younger than the rest of you,” Amber said, “and I still know a couple of guys who row at the university. That’s where I’ve arranged to borrow the shell. But I told my friends about what was going to happen, and they will have a four and an eight ready to practice right after Madison leaves. She’ll have plenty of watchers both down and back, I’m sure.”

“I can do the camera work, so just let me know the details.”

“I did set it up so you can get there early and video her getting in the shell, and then you’ll jump in the eight and use the cox’s seat. You’ll be right in the middle of the action.”

At ten o’clock on Monday morning, Madison drove into the parking lot where she had been directed to park closest to where she’d find her single shell. She decided to park in the far corner, which was nearly deserted, where she’d undress and make her way to the path along the river. She could see the shell sitting on the shore, attended by a man obviously protecting it from theft. If she’d wondered before if she’d be seen up close, she had her answer.

Darla eyed Madison’s parked car, camera at the ready as she waited for her to head toward the river, naked. She’d seen the male figure standing by the shell and had to smile. Amber had done a good job and Madison was certainly going to be seen, and quickly. She wasn’t sure what else Amber may have planned but was anxious to find out.

The car door opened, and Madison stepped out into the parking lot. As Darla walked toward Madison, she was surprised at what she saw. Madison was tall and tanned — Darla knew that. But she didn’t know that the skin covered by her bikini was creamy and nearly white. It was almost as though she were wearing a white bikini. She followed Madison as she hurried across the grassy area toward the path beside the river, getting excellent video of her striped butt cheeks.

“Oh, there you are,” Madison said. She tipped her head toward the river. “Looks like someone, probably Amber, made sure that I’d be seen.” She giggled. “So, how are you going to keep doing the video?”

“Don’t worry,” Darla said, chuckling as she thought about what had been arranged.

“H-o-l-y s-h-i-t,” the young guy said when he turned to see Madison just a few feet from him. “They said a woman would be taking the shell out, but they didn’t mention that she’d be gorgeous and naked.”

“Obviously, we have a dare thing going, and my friend is shooting video. I’m going to do some rowing and …”

He lifted his camera. “A photo?” he asked.

“I don’t want my face around, well, anywhere.”

“Turn your face way to the side and hide it with your hand.” He laughed. “Your face is beautiful, but there are other things to fill the picture, too.”

Madison smiled and hid her face, and the picture was taken.

“Want me to help you climb in?

She was immediately wary that his help might be a bit too handsy. “Just steady the shell, and I’ll be fine.” But as she climbed in, she knew he was getting some excellent views of her, but there was no way to avoid it.

“Do you need any adjustments,” he asked, peering into the shell.

Madison was checking, knowing that most adjustments would take time, tools, and expertise that neither of them possessed. Plus, she had begun to enjoy the effect she was having on this young guy, sure he was disappointed that he couldn’t climb into the shell to make a few adjustments. He was still checking her out from close range, and she was glad her trimmed, light brown muff was hiding what he seemed to be attempting to check out.

“Maybe you could give me a little shove,” she suggested, which he did, reluctantly, she thought. As she drifted away from the river bank, she checked the oars, the seat, and the foot stretchers. They weren’t perfect, but they’d do for her one mile up and back trip.

The river ran between the university and a major highway, and if she stayed to the middle, she’d be glimpsed but not carefully observed. After watching Darla showering in front of a dozen people and hearing her reaction, she wondered what hers would be if the same happened to her. She sighed, as it was not likely to take place. She made a long pull on the oars, which brought back memories.

Meanwhile, the boat guard had just finished making a phone call and turned to Darla. “They’ll be here in thirty seconds and will catch her in a flash. Take your shoes off so you can wade out.”

Darla thought that maybe she should take off more than her shoes but resisted the impulse. Almost before she could toss her shoes aside, the other two shells were there — a four and an eight-plus, she being the plus. She splashed out and climbed into the coxswain’s seat. They were off quickly, chasing Madison, who, facing backward, could see them coming.

“We were hoping you might be naked, too,” one of the guys yelled.

“It was my turn a few days ago,” she replied. She could do it again today, but there would be no one to video her. She blinked, pushing aside these new thoughts that were now intruding into her tranquil existence.

When they pulled alongside, the splashing began, and they wedged ahead, blocking Madison’s progress. She was totally drenched, hair strung over her face, but she was laughing, laughing so hard that her boobs were jiggling, which Darla, also partially drenched, was catching with her camera. Madison had stopped attempting to row and was just sitting there being observed.

“Okay, guys,” she finally said. “I need to get this done, and I’m sure you aren’t going to go away, so just stay beside me, and you can look all you please. And we don’t need to tip one of these things over and break it.”

She also knew that if she went in the water, there’d be twelve guys and twenty-four hands helping to rescue her, and Owen might not be too happy seeing that on video.

Darla was happy to hear those words as well since she knew these shells were not known for stability, and she didn’t need to be going into the water with her camera.

For the finish of the first mile and the first half-mile of the return trip, that’s what happened. Then there was murmuring in the eight-plus, and they waved to the four, and they both took off, leaving a now somewhat struggling Madison behind. When she was back to the starting point, she could see what they were up to. All twelve of the guys were gathered where she’d have to come in and were waiting for her, cell phones at the ready.

One of the guys grabbed the boat, and she just stepped out and waded the few steps to the shore, smiling at Darla, whose camera was still at work.

“Hey, we could tell that you knew what you were doing in that shell,” one said.

“Yeah, ten years make a big difference, though,” she answered.

“Ten years. That would have made you only about eleven or twelve when you rowed before.”

“She laughed. “My husband tries that line that once in a while, too.” She held up her hand with the wedding ring.

“Your husband lets you do this kind of stuff.”

There was a lot she could say to answer that question, but she just shook her head and indicated for the crowd to part so she could get to her car. If they only knew, and if she’d only known. Being seen naked by others wasn’t bad at all. She’d remembered the way Owen had looked at her when they were dating and saw many of those same looks from the twelve. She knew she was good-looking and had a body that made most women jealous. She wondered how she’d feel if that wasn’t so.

“Selfies,” someone yelled.

“Who has a phone?” another asked. Lots of befuddled looks as they realized that their phones were back in the locker room.

“Are you okay with selfies?” Darla asked Madison. She received a smile and a nod.

“One at a time, step in beside her. I’ll take a photo of all of you. Give me an email, and I’ll send them to one of you.”

That quickly happened, and Darla recorded the email address on the “notes” app on her phone.

As she started toward her car, Madison thought about Owen and all the women he saw and the parts of them he viewed. Maybe it was appropriate that his wife would be seen by others. She decided she was getting a little weird and would just wait for him to see the video and watch his reaction.

Madison climbed into her car and watched the group of rowers disperse. She was thankful that the many talks she’d had with herself seemed to have worked. She’d also gone online and checked out some softcore porn, just pretty women posing nude. They seemed to be enjoying it. In the back of her mind, she knew that was silly, but it seemed to help her through her adventure.

Her drive home would be almost totally on small side streets, so she allowed her clothing to remain in the back seat and drove home naked.

At her home, following what was becoming a tradition, Darla viewed the video she had taken. She was surprised at how much Madison seemed to be looking forward to being seen naked. She had joined in the laughter when she was being splashed, and the shells were tangled together.

They were turning into matching peas in a pod.

One more to go.

~~~

The meeting for Amber to choose her task was hurriedly held in the parking lot of a Kroger store. Darla shuffled, and Amber, trembling, drew. She hadn’t seen any of the others go through their task, so her knowledge of what had happened and how they had fared was totally secondhand. She knew hers would be more difficult than the others, probably that she was guaranteed to be seen naked by others, probably up close and personal. She had a mask that she’d wear, which would hopefully hide her identity if that was important.

She delicately drew the card and took a deep breath.

“I’m probably going to hate one of you after I read this.” She looked from face to face, smiling.

“I double it,” Madison said. “We just hope you have as much fun with yours as all of us had with ours.”

“Fun? I didn’t see any of that, so how do I know I can trust you guys?” She laughed, still clutching the card tightly.

“I’d do mine over in a minute,” Darla assured her. “It was … something else,” she added, a satisfied smile on her face.

“If I don’t read it, I don’t have to do it, right?”

“But if you didn’t do it, you’d never be able to face the three of us again,” Callie threw in. “I’d do mine over against, too, and maybe even more.”

Amber clutched the card tightly, then turned it over and began to read.

“You are to have a very special experience. If you go to the internet and check some NIP – Activity videos, you’ll see what’s in store for you.” She paused. “NIP?”

“Nude In Public,” Darla said, filling her in.

“Oh, lord, how public.”

“Walking through the streets, talking to people, having people take selfies with you. Just stuff like that.”

Amber closed her eyes.

“I’d bet ten bucks that you’ve already bought a mask without even knowing what you’d be doing,” Madison said with a laugh.

“Yeah, I have a mask, for sure. “I may see if I can find a full-body mask.”

That brought a round of laughter from all of them.

“So, is that all the information I get? There’s nothing else written on the card.”

“We’ll have a route for you on your day and things to do, as well. I suggest we do it on Saturday morning so all of us can be there.”

“So, all of you are going to be there to make fun of me and compare me to what you did?”

“That’s it, exactly,” Darla teased.

“Let me ask a question. How old are you guys?” Amber thought she knew but was curious.

“I’m probably the oldest at thirty-two,” Madison answered.

“Not much older. I’m thirty-one,” Darla said.

“You guys are old,” Callie said, dragging out the old. “I’m only twenty-nine.”

“See, that’s what I figured. You guys are all experienced, and I’m only twenty-three.”

“Well, at twenty-three, you’ll be as experienced as us old ladies are. Maybe even more so.”

Somehow, that last remark didn’t make Amber feel any better.

“We’ll give you more details on Saturday when you’re ready to start. No sense worrying about them for another couple of days. Plus, here’s they good part: you won’t have to worry about how to dress.”

“Thank goodness for that,” she said with a dry laugh. “You guys are a regular comedy team.”

“I lied a little,” Darla said. “You might want to wear a dress that’s easy to put on and take off.”

Amber hurried home, anxious to boot up her computer and check out NIP videos. She did just that, watching very pretty and very naked women strolling along main streets, side streets, through parks, along hiking paths, and through groups of people, stopping to talk with many of them. Knowing that the other three had done something similar was helping her cope. But Saturday would be different.

~~~

On Saturday morning, they all met at a small parking lot near the downtown area. Amber laughed almost giddily at everything that seemed the slightest bit funny, letting the others know how nervous she was. She had on a blue flowered dress that buttoned down the front, her moderately long red hair flowing down just below the top of her shoulders. In the gentle morning breeze, it rustled gently, often billowing softly across her face.

Darla felt a bit guilty as she watched Amber prepare for her task. It was her card that had been picked, and she had changed it after watching some of the NIP videos in preparation for her turn. Still, it would be interesting for sure, and she had no intention of apologizing for what she’d done.

She described to Amber the route she was to take, and she and the other two would always be close by to help. What Amber did as she moved along was up to her — she could simply walk along, or she could interact with the watchers as she went.

“So, you’re not going to tell me how much talking or how many selfies I have to put up with?” she asked Darla.

“Nope, you’re on your own with that.”

“I don’t know. I think this is going to be hard for me. During college, some of my roommates wanted to go streaking or skinny-dipping or flashing, heaven forbid, and just the thought of that terrified me. Then I got married, and Mike picked up where the roommates had left off. What caused me to be here today, I’m not sure I’ll ever understand. I just keep telling myself that you three felt just like I do, but you did it. I’m going to grit my teeth and do it.”

“We’ll still love you if you back out, you know,” Callie assured her.

“I might not love me if I did, though, so I’m doing it. Let’s get started.”

Darla was ready with the camera as Amber began unbuttoning the dress. When all the buttons were undone, she quickly flashed the camera. Then again, and two more times, a big smile on her face.

“I’m having fun so far,” she said, taking the dress completely off and stashing it in her car.

“You’re not completely naked,” Madison assured her. “You have on sandals.”

“They don’t even cover my toes,” she laughed.

“You’re matching your namesake there, Amber Heard. She’s been naked a few times.”

“I know, but she’s a lot older than I am; she’s five-seven, and I’m only five-four, and Mike and I don’t have Johnny Depp’s millions.”

“Details,” Callie answered.

She and Madison headed up the street so they could see Amber, with there appearing to be a small crowd around her. Darla went ahead with the camera, hoping that people would see it and realize what was happening rather than thinking it was simply a naked woman walking along.

Amber had gone perhaps half a block when she came upon her first watcher, a man, of course. Darla was walking backward along the sidewalk, and he bumped into her as his attention was on his phone.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, then looked a little further ahead. “Whoa, I certainly don’t want to spoil that picture.” Then, to Amber, he said, “Do you walk along here like that every Saturday morning because, if you do, I’m going to change my schedule.

Amber smiled, relieved at the casual and humorous manner of a rather handsome, probably late forties guy.

“One time only,” she said. “Just matching a dare that my friends have already completed.”

“Holy shit, you did this too, and I missed it,” he said, staring at Darla.

“Mine was different, and unless you’re a college art student, yes, you missed it.” She chuckled.

“Damn, I’m a little old for college, and I’m sorry I missed it.” He turned back to Amber. “I’m going to keep walking, and I’ll check out your butt when I get past you.”

He did just that, and Amber was careful to keep her legs together as she walked. No sense putting on too much of a show, she decided. Surprisingly for her, she wondered what his opinion of her butt was but wasn’t about to turn and ask. A quick nip of her lower lip and she changed her mind.

“Well, what do you think,” she called after him.

“Never seen many much better,” he answered, waving at her.

“Yesterday’s me can’t believe I just did that,” she said to Darla, who laughed.

They were at the corner now, and Amber turned, noticing more people coming toward her, most of them female for some unknown reason. The first was a very tall and very, very slender thirty-something.

“Getting a little sun?” she said, smiling at both Amber and Darla. She eyed Amber. “If I had a pair like that, I might bare them in public, too. Are you having fun?”

Now, there was a question. She’d never thought about it being fun. So far, it hadn’t been bad. In fact, the thought of that first guy checking out her bare ass was a little exciting.

“Don’t let me hold you up,” Ms. Slender said and crossed the street.

Darla had planned the route carefully, and they were at the park. She hadn’t planned on the four guys playing football near the bench where Amber would be sitting. She was unobserved for all of three or four seconds, the aura of her nakedness seemingly a testosterone magnet.

“Hey, baby, want to play some football — two-hand touch?” the biggest of the guys yelled.

Darla was able to zoom the camera and pick up the guy’s wedding ring. Off to the side, Madison asked Callie, “Do you suppose our four guys are watching naked female golfer’s boobs swinging along with their golf clubs?”

Callie laughed. “I hope nudity is banned at the club. Otherwise, those four would be watching.”

Meanwhile: “if I joined you guys, the sides would be uneven,” she answered with a giggle.

“Darn. I guess we’ll have to join you, then.” They quickly did, gathering around her, two of them joining her on the bench.

Close up and personal, Amber thought, a little closer than she had planned. She wished she hadn’t trimmed her curly red muff quite as much as she had, not expecting observing eyes to be two feet away.

“How long are you planning to sit here?” one of them asked, glancing over at Darla.

“Not too much longer,” Amber replied, feeling almost scrunched in by the two men sitting on either side of her, even though neither was touching her.

“Can we get a selfie with you?” another asked. “You have a mask, so no one knows who you are.

She stood and was surrounded by the four guys whose hands were on her shoulders, her arms, and her waist. Four cell phones had almost magically appeared, and Darla was taking a pair of pictures with each.

“Hey, photographer, you’re not so bad yourself. You should join your friend.”

Darla chuckled, not wanting to repeat what she’d said before.

“Just taking video,” she said.

Since Amber was standing, she waved goodbye to the football players and continued along her way. She noticed one of the guys following along and turned to face him.

“Those are beautiful tits, but that ass is the cutest I’ve ever seen. Keep walking. I love to watch those pink cheeks jiggle.”

Amber turned, walked two steps, then stopped and flexed her glutes three times. She heard a groan from behind her. Darla, who was also behind her, got it all on her video.

“Mike will love that,” she said to Amber as she passed her.

“He’s familiar with it,” Amber giggled and continued walking.

She was wondering about her feelings, having listened to brief reports from the other three, who’d all told her it wasn’t as bad as they’d first expected. Once she’d come to terms with the fact that she was naked, she was more interested in the watcher’s reactions than her own. Plus, it was like being some sort of a famous celebrity as everyone was looking at her as she walked by. She knew that was a poor comparison, but that didn’t change how she felt.

She purposely turned to walk past a group of middle-aged women, all with a cup of ice cream.

“Honey, does your mother know you’re out here and have lost your diaper?”

Amber had to laugh at that comment, not at all what she’d expected.

“Some sort of a truth or dare thing, I bet, since the other one is filming you.”

“They don’t film anymore, Amy. It’s video.”

“I skinny-dipped when I was in college,” another of them said.

“Enjoy your ice cream,” Amber said, moving away from the group.

Out of the park and back on the street, there was a smiling young couple heading toward her.

“Wow,” the man said. “What do you think, hon.”

“She looks delicious, Arnie.”

Amber had been called delicious before but never by a woman.

“Not a big lady, but nearly perfect breasts, you think?”

“I love those pale nipples that redheads have. They’re so fascinating … and suckable.”

Amber was certain her mouth was hanging open, not sure how to respond to what she was hearing.

“Nice little trimmed muff there, too. I bet it’s hiding some goodies that you might like, hon.”

“I’m sure,” the very attractive lady responded, liking her lips.

“Pretty lady, my wife and I get lonely in the evenings, and we like to have company, and I can guarantee you that the company has a very satisfying time.”

“So, what do you think?” the lady asked, a huge anticipatory smile on her face.

Just in time, as far as Amber was concerned, Callie and Madison appeared. But before they could say anything, the man spoke.

“Whoa, holy shit. The same offer goes for either of your friends. ”

“Or maybe all three of you could come at once,” the lady said excitedly.

Madison put her hand on Amber’s shoulder. “Do you think Mike would go for that?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered shakily.

“So, Anna, I bet this Mike is a good-looking guy. Could you handle that, too?”

Callie burst out laughing. “I hope Darla’s video has picked up all the audio here. I’m sure Mike will love hearing Arnie and Anna proposition his wife.

“Wait. You mean you’ve been recording this?”

“Still are, Arnie,” Madison said, gesturing toward Darla.

“Let’s go, Anna. There’s nothing doing here. You’d think a woman walking around naked might be looking for a little action.” He was shaking his head as they walked away.

“So, Amber, have you done a three-way before?” Madison teased.

“A two-way is all I can handle,” Amber replied, “and I think I’m trembling.”

“I think you’ve had enough, Amber. Let’s get back to the parking lot.”

The four ladies hurried along, drawing only a few amazed glances and occasional smiles from passers-by.

The flowered blue dress was quickly buttoned, and Amber breathed a sigh of relief. “That was unexpected,” she said.

“Do you think they were serious?” Callie asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure they were. In fact, it was so real that on the walk back, my mind was picturing them having a threesome.”

“With you?”

“No, not me. I’m not even sure what you do in a threesome. Stuff doesn’t match up right,” she said, giggling. “I guess it must work, though.”

There was lots of laughter on the ride home, each of the ladies bringing up things from their time being nude. Despite their original expectations of only topless adventures, all had been totally naked.

“We’re all finished except for deciding what to do with the videos.” Darla had the first three loaded on her computer, and Amber’s would soon join them.

“We could each get our own video and share it with our husband, but since we let strangers see us, who’s game to let the other three husbands see us too.”

“So Connor, Owen, and Mike would see my everything,” Callie questioned with a giggle.

“Is that too weird for anyone?”

A moment’s thought from the four.

Darla answered. “I’ll splice them together, and we’ll meet next Saturday night at our place.

~~~

“Who’s up? Connor asked, a big smile on his face.

“What a surprise that you asked because you are after that eagle.”

“First one of my life. I should be up all day for that.”

“It was a great shot, Connor. You must have done something right.”

“Speaking of doing something right, what’s up with all of us going to your house this evening, Connor?”

“No idea. Darla just said we were all getting together, and the guys were in for a big surprise.”

“The same thing Madison told me,” Owen added.

A pair of “yeps” confirmed that all had received the same message.

“Any ideas?” Mike looked puzzled.

“Maybe a new recipe or something?”

“Do you have any projects that need finishing, Connor? Anything like that?”

“Not unless Darla bought something I don’t know about.”

“Let’s play golf, and we’ll figure it out this evening.

Five-thirty-five arrived, the Gilliam’s driveway full of cars, the family room full of people, and the kitchen filled with wonderful aromas. There was still no hint of what the evening had in store that would surprise the men.

Dinner, absent of new recipes, was nevertheless delicious, each of the ladies preparing a dish. There was lots of chatter and laughter, and when Madison’s cherry pie was devoured, they went to the family room, expectant looks on the four men’s faces.

“Well, guys, what’s about to happen is the result of things you guys have said over the last year. We just decided to do something about it.”

“What did we say?” Conner looked at the other men and saw shrugs.

“You’ll know in a few minutes,” Darla answered. “Are we ready, ladies?”

“Yeah, I want to watch their faces,” Callie said, laughing.

Darla left the room and returned with her laptop, attaching it to cables she had set up earlier. She booted up, turned on the flat-screen TV, smiled, and punched a couple of keys on the computer. The TV screen lit up, and four male mouths dropped open.

“Callie, that looks like …” Andy Close said, stopping in mid-sentence. “That is you. What the hell?”

“You’ll find out later, babe,” Callie replied, eyes fixed on the screen and her big tits swinging back and forth as she walked toward the swimming pool.

“That’s Vern Rosen,” Andy said, watching his naked wife and their friend enjoying some friendly chit-chat. They watched Callie swimming around in the pool and finally climbing out. Darla had zoomed the camera so that there were very clear pictures of Callie, her shivering not quite visible on the video.

“Um, Callie, was that water a little cold?” Madison asked, laughing.

“Vern apologized for the heater being broken.”

The other three men were certainly enjoying Callie and the large and very extended nipples poking out from her very large breasts. Andy had taken his eyes off the screen and was looking at his wife, who was smiling. His three best friends were watching a video of his wife … naked. He’d tried to get her to do something topless before with no success. He smiled back at his wife, anticipating.

The video followed Callie back to her house, and then it ended.

“That’s not all, is it?” Connor said, looking from Darla to Madison to Amber.

“No, it’s not,” Darla answered, knowing she was next. They’d decided to show the videos in the order they were taken so she was ready. The screen brightened again.

“Oh my gosh, there’s my naked wife,” Connor said. The camera zoomed out, and all the photography students came into view. The showers were turned on, and Darla was soon wet and washing. Suddenly, the camera zoomed in, capturing closeups of Darla’s breasts, face, and cleft, clearly visible due to her careful shaving.

“Who was taking this video?” Connor asked very casually.

“I was,” Madison answered. “There were eight guys there taking photographs for the class … and videos for their own use, I expect. I just thought I ought to match what they were doing.

Connor knew that Andy, Owen, and Mike had a clear view of his wife’s pussy. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about the probability of some college students wanking to video of his wife. He heard the goosebumps request from one of the girls and watched another closeup of the goosebumps and her hard nipples and shriveled areola. As Darla continued washing, he saw expressions on her face that he recognized. It made him smile that she had really enjoyed her experience. He was ready to plan some more adventures.

Once more, the screen went dark, and Darla wondered if she was blushing. She’d watched the video before but somehow hadn’t fully comprehended what having her pussy on display for her best friends’ husbands would be like. It was certainly different from taking the trash out while topless. She glanced at Conner, sure his mind was already at work planning things for them to do in the future.

She jumped back to reality.

“I think it won’t surprise anyone that there are two more videos to watch. Madison will be first, and then Amber. We all wrote out challenges for the other three, and Amber lost a game we played, so hers was to be the hardest.

“Harder than the two we’ve seen? Did she have to make a porn movie or something?” Mike asked with a laugh.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Madison answered quickly. “And be ready, Owen. I’m next.”

“We can hardly wait,” Andy, Connor, and Mike said, almost in unison. Madison flinched slightly. She hadn’t seen the video and wasn’t sure what Darla had captured.

The screen lit up once more, and there was Madison undressing beside her car. She proceeded to the river and talked with the boat tender, finally climbing into the shell.

“How long has it been since you’ve done that?” Owen asked when he saw her climbing into the shell, the tender having a pretty nice view of her butt.

“Too long,” Madison replied.

“That’s why you were so tired the other night.”

Madison nodded as the camera was suddenly in an eight-plus shell. The eight and the four quickly caught up to Madison, and the splashing began.

“I was afraid I’d fall in, and there’d be twelve guys in the water to rescue me.”

“I don’t know, Owen. Do you think she’d have enjoyed that?” Callie asked.

“Ask her,” Owen suggested.

“Being seen is one thing,” Madison said. “But having twenty-four hands grabbing you to help rescue you is something else. I was glad I stayed in the shell.”

The video followed her rowing along, being watched by the others, the rhythm very apparent as her boobs swung forward at the beginning of a stroke, then slapped against her body at the completion of the stroke. It was mesmerizing after a while. Plus, there was a bit of verbal exchange between the guys, almost as if they’d forgotten that Darla was there, recording every word.

“That’s one hell of a body on that lady, man. None of our girls look like that.”

“Tell me about it. How old do you think she is?”

“She said it had been ten years since she’d done this, so she’s probably at least thirty.”

“Doesn’t look it. She’s HOT!”

“Um, we better hold it down a little. I bet that camera is catching every word we say.”

“It is,” Darla replied.

Then the shells separated, and Darla’s video began again, with Madison arriving at the shore and being greeted by the twelve guys. They talked for a minute, someone mentioned selfies, and the video stopped.

“There’s one thing that happened after the video stopped,” Darla said, chuckling.

“Make that two things,” Madison added.

“Yeah, besides you taking selfies of me and each of the guys, I was feeling pretty HOT, as that one guy said, so I drove home naked.”

“You … drove … home … naked.” Owen said slowly, a huge smile on his face. He was shaking his head in disbelief.

“Okay, guys, time for what you’ve all been waiting for. Amber’s Naked in Public performance. Do you want to say anything, Amber?”

“I don’t think so. The video will say it for me.”

The video began, and there was Amber taking off her dress and walking along through the city … naked. They watched the man who was anxious to watch her ass, the woman who thought her breasts were excellent, then the guys playing football and getting selfies taken. They saw the group of women and then the man and woman walking toward her.

“Listen carefully, guys, this is good stuff.”

They all watched in silence and listened carefully.

“I don’t know, Amber. That woman was plenty good-looking. Maybe you should have signed us up.” Owen had a very serious look on his face.

“They were a good-looking couple, and if I was going to sign up, it would have just been me,” she said quickly, catching Owen off-guard.

Now, everyone was laughing and commenting. After about fifteen minutes, Andy asked, “Can we all get a copy of that video?”

Ready for that question, Darla replied, “On one condition.”

Now, the other seven were looking at her.

You guys have been having a good time watching us run around naked. And not just naked, but naked with other people around. I’m sure you’re already planning some adventures for the future. I just think it’s time for us to get even, sort of. And maybe a copy of the video would be a good reward for us getting even.” Darla was smiling at everyone.

Madison watched her for a moment; then, her mouth fell open. “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

“Probably.”

“Then I’m all for it.”

Checking faces, it seemed that the thought get even was beginning to sink in with the men.

“Wait,” Owen said. “Are you saying that you want us guys to get naked and parade around with someone taking video?”

“Is that it?” Mike added.

“No need to do that, is there, Madison?”

“Oh, no. We’ll make it simple and easy. Just strip and get naked right now.”

Connor said softly, “Leave it to Darla.”

“So, are you guys chicken? Do you need a week or two to think about it?” Darla looked from one to the other, ending with her gaze on Connor.

“Yeah, Owen. Women come in a strip for you all the time. Now it’s your turn.”

“It’s not quite like that,” Madison,” he said, looking at the other guys.

Andy, the ex-football player, who was six-four and looked like he could still play, smiled. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’d been naked in front of a bunch of women.”

Callie chimed in. “Yeah, before he met me, he needed to earn a few bucks, so he posed for an art class.” She looked at Darla. “I’m sure he’s shared some of the feelings you were having in the video.”

“Well, there ya go. You’re welcome to pose for us right now,” Darla teased.

Andy beckoned, and the four men gathered together in a little huddle, whispering.

“Oh my gosh, Darla. Do you think they’ll do it?” Amber was wide-eyed.

“Yeah. Each of them has to face his mate when everyone goes home, and it will be difficult for the big, strong, and protective men to refuse after we’ve already done it.”

“I hope I’m ready for it,” Amber said.

“It’ll be like going to one of those clubs with male strippers.”

“That sounds like fun,” Darla said and then giggled. “And we’ll each go home with one of the strippers.”

The men were all nodding and broke their huddle.

“One at a time or all together?” Conner asked.

Callie spoke up. “We went one at a time, so I’d like to see that and in the same order as we went.”

“Thanks for that,” Andy said, shaking his head.

“Should I put on some music?” Darla asked.

“Like any of us can dance,” Andy snickered. He took a deep breath and began unbuttoning his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders and walked slowly to Callie, handing the shirt to her. He pushed his shoes off, then his socks. He moved till he was in front of Amber and unfastened his pants, slowly lowering the zipper. The pants dropped to his ankles.

“Ohhh,” Amber said, suckling in her breath.

Andy picked up the pants and tossed them to Callie. He looked at Darla, then at Madison. He smiled and then stood in front of Darla.

“I love black and blue plaid,” she said, liking her lips sensually. Connor chuckled in the background.

Thumbs in the waistband sent the boxers to his knees, his cock dangling in front of her.

“Remember how I looked in that video, all wet, my nipples hard, and goosebumps covering my naked body.” She was amazed that she’d said that, but it had the desired effect. Andy’s cock was growing.

“Showoff,” Callie shouted as Andy’s cock was now fully hard.

He was still in front of Darla, his erection pointed straight at her face. She could feel her heart pounding and wondered what Callie and Connor would do if she leaned forward and took it into her mouth. She quickly leaned back and smiled.

The other three took their turn, each dropping their boxers in front of a different woman. Comments and suggestions from the women produced the same result — full erections. They all looked slightly different, but they were all about equally endowed.

“Is this the way you expected the evening to go, Darla?” Madison asked, glancing at Owen’s now dwindling erection.

“Not exactly,” she said, ” but I like to improvise sometimes, right Connor?”

“Darla, you are damn good at improvisation.”

That brought a laugh as each pictured what Connor might have meant. With the way the evening had gone, most of their thoughts were very similar.

But Connor wasn’t through.

“I shall now adjourn to the kitchen, pack up the trash, and take it to the trash container.”

“Watch out for the big light next door,” Darla warned with a giggle.

“It’s usually not on unless they’re letting the dog out.”

Darla was at the windows, gathered with the others, watching a moonlit Connor carrying out the trash. She knew that wouldn’t be the last time one or the other of them would be doing that.

Back inside again, Connor was ready to get his clothing on when Darla surprised him one more time.

“Since we’re probably all in the mood, we do have three bedrooms and a comfortable couch in the basement.” Whether anyone took her up on that offer, she was ready and anxious for the next phase. Having that strange cock in her face a while ago had started warming her blood, and she was ready for Connor to make it boil.

“Listen, Darla, thanks a lot for the offer, but I want to take Amber home and talk to her about that three-way proposal she got,” Mike said, a huge smile on his face. Maybe I can make her face match that red hair of hers.”

“Shut up, Mike,” Amber said with a giggle. She lowered her eyes. “I hope we make it home before you get started,” she said, watching his erection grow just from his thinking and talking.

The other two couples decided to head home as well. Darla ran upstairs and returned with three memory sticks. “Enjoy,” she said with a giggle. All of the men had dressed except Connor, and they and their mates were quickly gone.

“Want to watch the video again?”

“I just wonder what you were thinking when Andy’s cock was six inches from your face.”

“Oh? What do you think I was thinking?”

“I know how your brain works, and without even thinking, you wondered what would happen if it was suddenly in your mouth.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that, but it was right there, and I could have.” She licked her lips. “I wonder if it tastes different from yours.”

“Well, he’s gone, so you’ll just have to taste mine. But first, I was amazed watching that video, Darla. You were really enjoying most of it.”

She was quiet for a second. “No more amazed than I was. I found a part of me that I had no idea existed. And I made the mistake of washing myself completely, and when my hand went between my legs, I just wanted to keep washing there. It would have made a great video.” That caused her to laugh, which ceased as Connor was moving toward her.

So, you were washing here,” he said, slipping his hand between her legs and rubbing.

She was so wound up from the evening that even through her slacks and underwear, it caused her to moan. He rubbed a few more times, then pulled her blouse off over her head. Her bra quickly followed.

“Do you think I can get those beautiful nipples as long as Callies?”

“You can try, but don’t expect it to happen.” She knew he’d do his best to make it happen, and she’d go nearly crazy as he did it.

“Get naked,” he said. “I want to see you in the moonlight.”

“Do you mean what I think you mean?” she asked, nibbling her lower lip.

“Or we could get in the car and drive somewhere like we did when we were younger.”

“My mom talked about that, too. She said that after she did it, she couldn’t believe she’d done it.”

“That’s probably what you’ll be thinking in a little while.”

With an excitement she hadn’t imagined possible, Darla stripped off her clothes. “I’m ready,” she said and headed for the back door, Connor close behind.

“It’s cooler out here than I thought, but where to?” And it was also a bit brighter than she had expected

“Middle of the yard,” he said, “so we’ll have plenty of room.” He pinched one of her butt cheeks to an accompanying squeal. “Shhh,” he added, his hand now between her legs. Her groan was not as loud as her squeal had been.

Darla turned quickly and threw her arms around Connor’s neck. A long and passionate kiss follower.

“When we were dating, did you ever imagine that something like this would happen?”

“Yesterday, I never imagined this could happen … but I hoped,” he said, dropping to his knees. “And I love full moons.”

Connor mentioning the moon only emphasized its brightness. It wasn’t quite like daylight, but any neighbor looking out a window could easily tell what they were doing. And what they were doing was just beginning.

Darla spread her legs and slid her feet forward until her mons touched Connor’s face. She felt his tongue caress her labia, then press between them. She shivered and wondered if she could remain standing when he found her clit. She jerked and groaned. She was about to find out.

“Oh, fuck, Connor,” she moaned, her body twisting and almost vibrating.

“Not yet,” he said, lifting his head and thrusting two fingers inside her.

Dew-covered grass or not, Darla dropped to the ground. After the evening they’d had, that was all Connor needed. He spent the next few moments with one nipple and then the other in his mouth, doing his best to draw them out to match Callie’s, Darla’s moans accompanying his efforts.

“Not quite,” he said, “but they’re damn nice.”

There was almost nothing that Conner did to her that affected her like his suckling of her nipples. It always brought her to the point of being willing to do almost anything and even wanting to do it as well. She was at that point now.

Connor was ready for more and was quickly between her legs and inside her, those legs instantly wrapped around his waist, the slapping sounds of his thrusting seeming to echo in the stillness of the late night and mixing with the louder and louder moans as Darla’s body began its orgasmic spasms.

Darla’s orgasms had always been the most sexually exciting sounds and actions in Connor’s world, and here in the backyard, it was no different. He stilled, groaned, and filled her with stream after stream of his seed.

There were long seconds of silence.

“Your nipples got me off, as usual.”

“I know, but right now, my ass is cold and wet.”

“Poor you,” Connor teased. “That’s the only thing about you that isn’t hot, hot, hot.

“There’s something you don’t know about that might surprise you.”

“You’re full of surprises lately, aren’t you?”

“You don’t even know that I took the trash out one night this week … topless.”

“What?”.

“Just practicing to see what it might be like.”

“I can hardly wait to see what else we might do. And I expect the others might want to be involved too.”

“We’ll just have to see,” she answered. “We’ll just have to see.”