KATE`s ADVENTURE

I liked my new outfit. Maybe it was silly but I've been called "too serious" by more than one of my friends. So deciding to break out a bit, I went shopping and came back with a short pleated skirt, sneakers -- real retro Keds, not running shoes -- and a short, loose halter top. When I got home and put them on, even I had to admit I didn't look anything like my real age of 21. I'm only five foot two so accenting my new look by pulling my hair back in a pony tail and putting on a ball cap really made me look younger. I laughed. Then I picked up my new book bag, pink with colorful cartoon characters on it. If my friends could see me now....

But they wouldn't. I was spending the summer in a special program far away from my university. I didn't know a soul which was part of the attraction. It was a chance to be outside my normal social scene and experiment, well that and the opportunity to get some great experience working for a small biotech company.

Today was Saturday and I was waiting for the bus to go to the city library. I tried to make a habit of spending a few hours there each week to read and study -- like my friends say, I'm too serious. I had a tiny apartment over a garage next to a house owned by an older and very religious couple. Luckily there was a bus stop right out front. It was the end of the line so when I got on the bus it was empty. Over the last few weeks I'd gotten to know the driver, Sam, since we always had a few minutes together before the next stop. When I ran my transit pass through the reader, he did a double take.

"Good Lord, it is you, Kate. I never would have ...."

I smiled and spun around showing off my outfit for him. "Like the new look?"

"I, well, yeah, sure," he stammered, "but what happened to the all-black thing you had goin'? I kinda thought you were into goth and all that."

I giggled and lied. "Oh, goth is so yesterday. I'm going to a party. It's just a costume. Do I look like a kid?"

"Hell, yes. And you better be careful twirling around like that. You're showin' more than you know. Not everybody's a happily married old man like me, you know."

I giggled and blushed. Well, I tried to blush, not sure that I pulled it off. "Isn't this a cool book bag?"

Sam scowled. "Yeah, but don't go trying to get into some movie for children's prices. You could do it looking like that, but it wouldn't be right." He shifted the bus into gear. As I walked down the aisle I heard him mutter, "Jesus, kids these days."

Normally I sat up front so we could talk. Today, though, I had a different plan and made my way to the back, taking a seat near the rear door where there were benches facing each other across the aisle. Two stops later a couple of older ladies got on and sat down in the front. A young guy that I had seen on the bus before entered too. He usually sat in the front but instead came to the back and sat across from me.

He said, "Hi."

"Hi there. You going to the high school like last time?"

"You remember that?"

"Not too many people on the bus way out here."

"Well, yeah, I've got track practice."

"In the summer?"

He sort of preened. "Yeah. I got a college scholarship for track and need to stay in shape."

"Ooo, that's really cool. You're like a star athlete then, and smart too." I was afraid I was laying it on too thick. I needn't have worried. He was male after all.

"Well, I don't know about star or smart. I'm just happy to have scholarship."

I'd been sitting with my bag on my lap. Putting it aside I leaned back and let my legs part. My skirt rose up my thighs and my new friend took in an eyeful of exposed thigh. To his credit his gaze returned to my face and he ask me where I was going.

"To the library."

"That's a long ride, all the way across town."

"How long do you think it'll take?" I asked.

"With all the stops, I'd guess 40 minutes or so."

"Wow, I guess I should relax and settle in." I put my hands behind my head and stretched one leg along the bench which had the combined affect of raising my halter to just below my breasts and revealing my new panties with Tweety Bird on the pubis. Not sure he got to see Tweety, but since his eyes briefly opened wide he surely got an eyeful of the white cotton stretched over my crotch. "So what's your name?" I asked.

"Er, Dave." I almost laughed, it was like he had to think about it.

"I'm Kate."

"Nice to meet you. Are you new in town. Haven't seen you on the bus before."

Perfect, I thought, he doesn't even recognize me. I told him, "Yeah, only moved here a little while ago. I like it well enough, only the summer's so hot." I pulled at the bottom of my halter as if needing to cool off and fanned it in and out. "I'm learning to wear less and less just to stay cool." He was openly staring now. I was hoping he could see the lower curve of my little breasts. They're just barely a B cup. I giggled as innocently as possible and said conspiratorially, "You know, sometimes I think the best solution would be to not wear panties."

Dave blushed and tried to cover it up with a laugh. "So why don't you? I'm sure lots of girls don't."

"Oh, that's so naughty. I'd have to be a lot more careful with my skirt, wouldn't I?"

"Ah, well, yeah. Guess so."

"Funny how I could wear a tiny bikini that hid almost nothing, but let people see your panties and they think your some kind of slut." He couldn't think of a response, so I went on, "Doesn't seem right to me. Take cheerleaders for example. Just because they wear panties the same color as their uniforms nobody cares if they can see them. Maybe I should find some plaid ones to wear with this skirt, but I thought this pair with Tweety on them was just too cute for words. Wanna see 'em?"

"Ah, er, I, ...," he stammered.

"What's the harm? We're not kids." I pulled up my skirt revealing Tweety in all his glory. "Cute, huh?"

"Um, yeah, very." Dave's face was bright red now.

"And compared to my bikini bottoms really modest too." I patted Tweety. "Without this little guy they're just be conservative cotton underwear." When I let my skirt down I made sure Tweety wasn't entirely hidden.

The bus slowed to a stop and a young couple got on. Dave watched nervously until they took seats in the front. When he turned back, I slipped a hand under my top and scratched between my breasts. "The heat sometimes makes me itch something fierce," I explained. "I thought a loose halter like this would help. Almost put on a tube top, the thin material is great. To tell you the truth, though, it's just too revealing if you know what I mean. Walk into an air conditioned room and the nipples pop right out. Might as well be naked."

I was just babbling now. His stop was coming up and my little game with him would have to end. It'd been fun teasing Dave. Manipulative? Well, yeah, but in a way he clearly enjoyed as evidenced by the bulge in his pants. I even pulled the cord to signal the driver to stop. Dave had certainly forgotten.

"I thought you were going to the library?"

"I am. But you said you where going to track practice and we're at the high school."

He looked crestfallen. "Oh right. Thanks." As the bus slowed he got up and said, "If you were only a few years older."

Giving him my best smile and dropping my childishness I told him, "Then I'd be 24. Looks can be deceiving. Ever notice the girl always dressed in black who rides this bus?"

The door opened and he paused on the step. I chuckled as the light dawned on him. "Jesus, now I see it. Well, thanks for the entertainment."

"Thanks for being a good sport, Dave. I'm looking forward to our next ride together."

I quickly rearranged my clothes and sat up properly with my bag again on my lap. Apparently some sort of summer program for kids had let out and a bunch of them were boarding the bus. Some noisy boys ran to the back and two girls sat across from me, one maybe 14 the other about 10.

As the bus pulled away from the curb, the older one said, "Gosh, those are really the coolest sneakers. Where'd you get them?"

"Thanks. I found them at that new store in the mall."

"I haven't been there yet."

"I like your book bag," the little one told me. I asked her if she knew the names of the cartoon characters on it, and she rattled right them off. We chatted for a couple stops, then they got off. It dawned on me that if I was dressed in my usual way they'd probably never had spoken to me.

All the kids were gone now, but we were picking up passengers at nearly every stop as we headed to the main hub where I would transfer to the line that went by the library. The test run with Dave had gone so well, I looked around wondering what mischief I could get into with this new outfit. Of the dozen or so passengers the two in the back seemed the best targets.

One appeared to be a thirty something family man who in spite of the hot day was dressed in a nice suit gazing absentmindedly out the window. Across the aisle was a younger man, maybe 26 or so, in a sport shirt reading a magazine. Grabbing a bus schedule from a pocket near the door I approached the family man.

"Excuse me, sir, are you from around here?" I asked trying to sound polite and tentative.

"Yes, I am. Can I help you?" he replied with a smile.

Holding up the bus schedule, I said, "I can't figure out which bus I need to transfer to. I'm going to the library."

"Well, let's have look."

I handed him the pamphlet and put my book bag in the overhead rack which, since I'm so short, gave him what I hoped was a nice view of my flat tummy and thighs as I stretched up on my tiptoes. With any luck the guy on the other side got a nice view too, maybe even a flash of panties. In case he didn't, I knelt on the seat to lean over the map my helper had found in the middle of the schedule.

"I haven't looked at one of these in some time. I just know how to get downtown and back," he told me. He seemed to be a nice friendly guy, but that didn't stop him from looking down my top. "Let's see, there's the library so...."

"Ouch!" I exclaimed and bent over so I could, with a hand on his thigh for support, scratch my back with the other. "Sorry, this is a new top and there's a tag or pin or something that digs into me every now and then." Hunching my back I fumbled awkwardly with my top with one hand, giving him at least a glimpse of bare breast, and worked my other hand higher on his leg. "There. I think that's better." Twisting my head around as if checking on my top, I caught the other guy staring at my ass. My skirt was pulled high enough to give him a nice view. I scratched behind me one more time and let my hand move higher on the family man's thigh. Boy did I get a nice surprise. My hand rested on a nice thick cock. Not erect, but on it's way.

"Opps. I'm so sorry," I said sitting down on the seat. From the heat on my face I knew I was blushing. I had been looking to give him an intimate squeeze. "I really didn't...."

He just laughed. "That's okay. Accidents happen." Then ever so nicely he proceeded to show me what bus I needed to take to get to the library, even counting out the stops so I would know when to ask for it to stop.

Sitting with a leg tucked up under me and my skirt pulled up just short of my crotch, I said, "Thanks so much. My name's Kate. What's yours?"

"I'm Hank Brown. Very please to meet you, Kate." He shook my hand very gently.

"What do you do Mr. Brown?"

"I'm a minister."

Jesus Christ, I'd groped a preacher! Doing my best stay in character, I said. "Wow. A preacher. That's really neat. What church?"

"The Trinity Congregational a few stops back near where I got on."

"Oh that's a pretty one. Lots of trees around it, right?"

"Yes, that's it. Stop in sometime. Service is Sunday at 11 o'clock and we have a youth group too. And a choir of course. Do you sing?" He paused. "But I'm getting ahead of myself. Do you have a church now?"

"No. Mom's not the church going type," I lied. Actually my mother was a devoted Quaker. "But I do love to sing."

"Well, do you think she would mind if you sang in our choir? We're always looking for another strong voice and trying hard to attract young people, and who wouldn't want to attract a young person who was spending part of her Saturday at the library?" The bus approached the central transit hub. "But we're not pushy. Try us out. Take it or leave. Nobody will pressure you." We stood up and he got my bag down for me. "And about the choir, they are pretty cool. Sing all sorts of stuff, not just old fuddy-duddy hymns you know." As we stepped of the bus, he said, "Nice having met you, Kate. Enjoy your day."

"Thanks Rev. Brown. I might just surprise you and come to choir practice."

Over his shoulder he said, "Thursday nights at 8 o'clock. Just show up. You'll be welcome."

Fuck, I loved to sing, at least I'd loved being part of the high school chorus. Rev. Brown's invitation actually appealed to me. I stuffed it in the back of my mine, though. Today was for game playing, and my next game was at the library so I looked for my bus.

The past few weeks the bus to library had been pretty empty. For better or worse today was different. I got on board just before it left only to find it packed, and there were plenty of people boarding behind me. Working my way to the back, I noticed lots of people, most of whom were youngish guys with ID's on lanyards around their necks. I'd read about some kind of hi-tech trade show being held at the conference center downtown.

I had to stop in the aisle in the back of bus. All the seats were full and it was standing room only which is not so bad for a short trip unless you are five foot two and crammed in between a couple of tall people, in my case a twenty-something guy who was easily six foot four and a statuesque blond only a few inches shorter. They easily grabbed the straps for standing passengers while carrying on a conversation about "symmetric multiprocessing," apparently the topic of the closing session. Meanwhile I tried to stay upright by clinging to the backs of the seats on either side and hoped the driver would stop letting more people on only to disappointed. "Please move to the back," the driver called. "We have room for more."

Figuring I'd get a little relief from the crowding if I got my book bag out of the way, I hefted it up to the overhead luggage rack with no help forthcoming from the techies on either side. On my tiptoes and listening to phrases like "64 thousand quad cores working together" and "that OS really kicks ass" I had just slipped my bad onto the rack when the bus lurched forward.

Must have been payback karma from teasing the budding athlete and accidentally groping the minister coupled with the cruelty of being a short person in a tall world. I was extended just as far as I could go when the bus lurched. The tall people on either side of me just clung to their straps and chuckled a bit, hardly interrupting their discussion while I came down hard, and thankful that my bag stayed on the rack rather than falling on my head. Thing was, being squeezed between these two people, when I came down my halter and skirt stayed up. For a moment there I was, bare tits pressed to the guy in front of me and nothing but Tweety Bird panties to cover me down below while my hands waved frantically in the air seeking unsuccessfully for the back of the seats on either side.

While the two people engaged in their, to me, useless dialog, the guys sitting in those seats next to me didn't miss a beat. I heard, "Jesus, check this out" and "Frank, look here." With my face pressed into a male chest I said, "Hey, how about a little help?" Without even pausing in his conversation, the guys shifted back enough so that I could pull my top and skirt down. The woman behind me kept up her end of the dialog while pulling my halter down in back, even gave me a pat on the shoulder to let me know I was okay. I felt like somebody's wayward puppy steered back on track.

"Hey, little girl, what's you name?" the guy sitting to my right asked pulling at my skirt like he was helping me out but actually trying to look up it. His leering grin was too much to bear. I grabbed his finger and pulled it back roughly.

"Touch me or my clothes again and I'll break this off."

Yanking back, he said, "Jesus, honey, just trying to help."

"Fuck you, you lecher. Pick on a girl your own size."

Turned out the guys in the seats ahead and behind him had been paying attention and a smattering of applause erupted along with cries of "you go, girl" and "what a dick." The miscreant slouched low in his seat.

Tired of having my breasts pressed against a man, I turned around.

"Hi there," said the tall blond whose tits were staring me in the face. "Nice to see you can take care of yourself. You have to when you go out dressed like that."

I looked up at her. Way the fuck up. She was a foot taller than me and we were pressed together. Just then the driver hit the brakes hard and I automatically reached out to steady myself as everyone was tossed about. Turned out the nearest thing to my hands was her ass -- her bare ass. My hands were under her skirt and there weren't any panties there.

As I clutched her buttocks, she just looked down and smiled. "See, I know. If you dress for comfort you need to be ready for anything. I knew it'd be hot today, so I dressed for it. But at the same time I'm ready to defend myself."

I let go of her and said, "Well at six two or whatever, that's probably not so hard."

"Oh, the stories I could tell. I'm just glad to see you aren't willing to be a victim." She glanced at the guy who'd tried to look up my skirt now trying to make himself invisible. "You handled that prick quite well." Then she ducked her head next to mine and whispered, "And I really loved your hands on my ass."

While the bus made it's way through traffic, the tall woman pulled out a business card and wrote something on it's back. Handing it to me she ducked her head again saying just for my ears, "This is where I'm staying and that's my cell phone number. If you'd like some fun later, give me a call. I've got a really sucky business dinner I have to go to, but after that I'm free. And my flight out tomorrow isn't until the afternoon." The she stood up and said to the tall guy behind me, "You know, maybe you'd be interested in what my company...." Looking at her business card, I lost the thread of their conversation. This gorgeous woman wanted me. That was far more than I'd expected when I set out on this role playing adventure.

The next few stops were near the major hotels and the conventioneers got off, including my blond suitor. A little while later I got off at the library.

Walking up the steps to the impressive building I thought about my day so far. I'd dazzled Dave, gave the preacher an erection, and the bombshell blond had made an explicit pass at me, an invitation that I could still accept. I decided my new outfit had been a good investment.

Inside, the library was cool and quiet. Normally I'd have perused the stacks looking for an interesting biography or a book about the environment. Today, I wanted to be around people, so I went to the area for periodicals and newspapers. There, on any given day, you could find those with an addiction to certain newspapers or particular science journals or just plain popular crap. I usually browsed through the New York Times, the Washington Post, and San Francisco Chronicle thinking that gave me a good overview of the nation. Today, though, I thought the best way to stay in character was People, Seventeen, and Variety, and, after gathering one of each, sat down in a grouping of stuffed chairs to read.

Ever notice that in any library the magazine and newspaper reading area is dominated by men? Women just don't hang out there. All to the good as far as I was concerned. I sat, crossed my legs like a man with an ankle on my knee, and began to read. Wasn't long before, glancing over the top of my magazine, I noticed all the men in the vicinity stealing looks my way. Tweety wasn't exposed by it was quite easy to see up my skirt to the white cotton crotch of my panties. Every now and then I adjusted the elastic next to my pussy as if I was alone in the room. I could hear pages being turned but was pretty sure not many words were being read. Still, after the bus, this wasn't very exciting so I decided to check out the stacks.


After putting my bag in a locker I roamed the the long rows of books sitting on their tall shelves. I'd always liked the must smell of a big library and found the extreme quiet exciting. After strolling down a couple of aisles glancing at the titles, until I found a young guy sitting on the floor with books on either side of him engrossed in a large old tome.

Slowly I worked my way down the stack as if searching for a particular book. When I got near him he looked up and I said, "Don't move. I've almost found it." Now I inched toward him, here and there tilting a book out as if making a selection. "There it is," I whispered the way you do in a library. "Don't get up. I'll just be a second." The I stood right in front of him and took my time picking a book off a high shelf, my pussy right in front of his face. If he looked up at all he'd be looking right up my skirt and with little more effort right up my top. My heart raced as I slowly took the book down.

He hadn't made a sound but his face was flushed. A good sign. I sat on the floor opposite him with my legs crossed exposing my panties. Wouldn't you know it? I'd found the art section and at random chosen a book of nude photography. I smiled at my good fortune and leafed through the pages of mostly female nudes until I found an especially explicit one with a women laying spread eagled. I put the book down leaving it open to that page and stood up again to search for another.

"I'm so sorry this will just take a second," I told the young man. When I sat back down I explained, "I really didn't think there'd be so many good collections of these here." Our eyes met. "Gee, I hope I'm not crowding you."

He smiled a bit. "That's okay, it can get lonely back here." Nodding at the book I'd set on the floor, "Nice to share the spare with another art lover." Like me, he spoke very softly in deference to library rules.

Suddenly inspired, I told him. "Well, I try. Mostly though I'm thinking about modeling so I thought I'd see the sort of thing people did. You know, I'm not sure I can do it nude but that's were the work is just now."

After looking me over he said, "You're thinking of being a nude model?"

I pretended to be taken aback. "You don't think I could?"

"Oh, not that. It's just that you seem a little young for it."

"I just turned 18. That's old enough."

"You look younger."

"Yeah, I know. They pay more for that. I just wanted to have a look at the kind of work professional nude models are involved in. You know, to make sure I don't end up in a porn shoot."

He chuckled. "I mostly paint but I've done some photography. Let me tell you. When you meet a photographer and have even the slightest doubt about the kind of work he or she does, then it's going to be a porn shoot, especially if the money is too good to be true."

"Really?"

"Really." He sat back regarding me. "You probably know you look a lot younger than 18. None of the legitimate photographers are going to shoot you. Whoever you're talking to is into porn. Look into painters. That's a whole different ballgame."

Frowning, I said, "I was afraid of that. He offered me lots of money for an hour's work. But he seemed nice."

"I hate guys like that. They're taking advantage of you. It'd be legal and all that. But you'll never be sure where and when those pictures will show up or how you'll be asked to pose."

"And painters are different?"

"Way different."

"How so?"

"Well, for one thing, they're doing one painting at a time. Not like photographs that you can copy a million times at no expense. So they're a different breed altogether. Tell you what, are you serious about wanting to model? You're not just another young looking girl desperate for cash?"

I smiled. "I'm serious. I have a real job as an assistant in a biotech lab. It's just that this guy told me I had the look he needed and asked me to model for him. At first I thought it'd be cool, then, well, here I am investigating. Like you said, the money seemed to be too good to be true."

"And you can prove your 18?"

"No problem. Not only a license but a passport."

"Well, I do landscapes but a friend of my does nudes, usually collections of several people, and she's always looking for different body types. I'll give you her number." He wrote in a small notebook, tore out the page, and handed it to me. "Give her a call."

"Wow, thanks." I smiled at him again as I tucked the paper in the little hidden pocket in the side of my skirt. "And thanks for not hitting on me. That would have been easy to do given the circumstances."

He laughed softly. "Hey, don't think I don't want to. Just too damn shy. Maybe that's why I do landscapes and not nudes." He grinned. "In my defense, though, at first I thought you were underage."

"I assure you I'm not underage. But I'm not safe to be around." I leaned back against the shelves and put my feet on the floor, knees up and spread. "You see I'm just so horny today." I ran my hands up and down the inside of my thighs, then up and under my halter. Squeezing my tits, I asked, "Are you horny too?"

"I, er, ...." He could find the words.

I pulled up my top and continued to play with my breasts. As I said, they're not big, but you know what? They're still breasts and that's enough for any young man sitting on the floor back in the stacks of a library or pretty much anywhere else. And my nipples do stand up nicely when they're excited. I pinched and twisted each one.

"I can't believe you're doing what your doing." He looked to either side nervously to make sure no one was around. No one had been around the whole time I'd been back here, and we'd be conducting our conversation in library whispers. Naturally the possibility of being caught heightened my arousal, but at the same time all I had to do was pull my top down if we heard anyone coming.

"What's your name?"

"Kevin."

"Well, Kevin, I'm Kate, and it doesn't really matter to me if you believe what your seeing or not. I just need to be watched. Can you handle that?" Never taking his eyes from my bare tits, he nodded. I let one hand fall to my lap and began to rub my pussy. "That's good, 'cause I'm so excited right now doing this in front of you." I slipped a finger under the elastic at my crotch and pulled it aside far enough for him to see a bare cunt lip. "I shaved it bald for the first time ever just this morning. You like them bare or hairy, Kevin?"

"Er, I'm not picky." He leaned forward for a closer look.

"Just remember look all you want but don't touch."

"Fine."

I felt like a snake charmer. I had him mesmerized. "Would you like to see more?" He just nodded. At this point I likely could have asked for his first born child and he'd have gladly agreed to hand it over as soon as it arrived. Instead, I lifted my butt and slipped off my panties, tucking them in the pages of the large book of nudes next to me for safe keeping.

Spreading my pussy just enough to expose a bit of the moist pink flesh inside, I whispered, "See how excited I am?" Again, he just nodded. I pulled back the hood over my clit and, looking down at the hard little bud, said redundantly, "Yeah, I am really turned on."

Never in my life had I masturbated in front of someone, not even for few boys I had sex with, one of whom had explicitly ask that I do so and who was so disappointed when I wouldn't even consider it. Now here I was under the bright lights of a public library doing it in front of a stranger! One thing was certain: I'd never go back to wearing nothing but black again.

After teasing my clit I slipped a finger into my cunt, slowly exploring it's warm, wet interior, pushing it in and out, then offered it, moist and glistening, to Kevin. "Want a taste?" He hesitated, then sucked it dry. "Like it?" He gave me that nod once more. "Ever do that before, I mean, lick a finger fresh from a pussy?" He shook his head no. Apparently Kevin's sexual history was no more dramatic than my own. "Neither have I." I put two fingers deep into my cunt and then sucked on them. "Now we've both broken new ground," I said with a smile. "It's a unique taste. Not bad, but unique."

Kevin had a big tent in his pants now and my own excitement was growing with every second. It was time to get off. I'd been horny since looking at myself in the mirror that morning to see how my new clothes fit, so I stopped fooling around and began to masturbate with a will. Spreading my lips with one hand I put one, two, then three fingers in my vagina and establish a slow in and out rhythm. My eyes kept going back and forth between my pussy -- I never really watched myself before or had as many as three fingers inside it -- and Kevin's face. Watching him watch me was not just arousing, it was fascinating to see his expression changing as he watched. His eyes would go wide then narrow, his mouth showed a little grin then would open a bit as he panted almost like dog then he'd bit on his lower lip.

Well on my way, I kept those fingers in my cunt and began to tease my clit with my other hand, first rubbing around it, then finally softly teasing the sensitive organ itself. I knew with just a little more pressure I could come, but I was enjoying the sensations and the circumstances so much tried to hold off just a little while longer. Will and reality, however, are two different things. I felt myself start to go go relentlessly to that erotic peak and muttered softly, "Oh, fuck, yes." Pressing on my clit with my fingers shoved deep inside I climaxed.

Normally when I come it's intense and wonderful but not all that lengthy. This was different. With the long build up, the exhibitionism, and the public location -- what else could I attribute it too? -- this orgasm peaked, seemed to stay on that incredible plateau forever, than gradually declined. It was by far the best I'd ever had. Even stranger, I managed not to cry out, limited myself to muffled "mmm's" and "ahh's."

When it was finally over I looked at Kevin and smiled. Very slowly I took my fingers out of my happy pussy and let him suck them clean saying, "If you like my little show even one tenth as much as I did, you're a lucky man." Then I heard the click, click, click of heels on the floor. It's was getting louder, coming our way. Standing up I handed Kevin the book containing my underwear and said, "Follow me. I'm can't leave you like this," meaning with the big erection straining under his slacks.

Study carols were dispersed all around the library and on my earlier trips I'd discovered one especially suited to my new task. I led Kevin to it. Not only was it secluded but it was old which meant that it was large and had solid would sides that went down to the floor. As I crawled under the desk I said, "I bet you'll figure out what to do right away."

Not being a stupid man, after I was tucked away he sat down and pulled the chair up as far as he could without cramming me. In seconds I had his pants open and hard cock in my hands. "Don't forget to open the book and look like you're reading," I told him just before sucking on his cock. Thankfully it wasn't a large one. My blow job experience was limited to just two guys one of which had a big dick and contrary to male fantasy that just makes fellatio all the more challenging. A normal cock fits nicely in the mouth and for most women it fits best in the cunt too. Yeah, it's nice to be filled up but you don't need a monster dick to do that. Not that size doesn't matter. A little penis presents it's own problems.

As I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, Kevin found his voice and whispered, "Mmm, that's wonderful. I hope you won't be disappointed if this doesn't last very long."

To my mind, there are three kind of blowjobs. From longest to shortest duration, there's the payoff blowjob, the good-sex blowjob, and the I'll-just-help-you-get-off blowjob. When you've done something bad or a guy has done some especially nice for you, you might perform a payoff blowjob, a very long act of contrition or reward. The good-sex blowjob is just what the term implies. It's fellatio as a prelude to or part of a normal, healthy sexual encounter. The last blowjob variety is more an act of simple kindness or just plain expediency. Like scratching someone's back in a place they could reach but it's just easier if someone else does it.

The point being I wasn't looking to give Kevin a long and lovely blowjob. Sure he had been an integral part of my getting off so wonderfully, but he'd already gotten his reward. He got to watch a pretty little woman masturbate, even sucked her pussy juices from her fingers. That's reward enough. On the other hand, if you paid a guy to do some yard work in the hot sun and he was obviously thirsty, wouldn't you give them a glass of water? It needed be served in a crystal glass on a silver plater, but you wouldn't feel put out giving them tap water in a plastic cup. So when Kevin said he wouldn't last long, I thought that was just fine -- for both of us. If men understood this line of reasoning everyone would have better sex lives and more orgasms.

Like I said my blowjob experience, like my sexual experience in general, was limited, but cock sucking appealed to me -- with the right of course. Taking a dick in your mouth is a special act of intimacy. Kevin seemed like such a nice guy, giving me his friend's number and being a good voyeur -- which I guess only means he didn't try to push himself on me, but still. Anyway, I liked doing this for him. I tried to swallow more of his cock but cramped quarters prevented it. After banging the back of my head on the underside of the desktop a couple of time I gave up and concentrated on the head of his penis. It was enough. In less than a minute my tongue was catching jets of semen as he groaned with pleasure.

Hearing footsteps approach I shifted as far back as possible and Kevin pulled his chair forward.

"Are you okay?" an older female voice asked, probably one of the librarians.

"Oh, yeah, thanks for asking," Kevin replied sounding only a little shaky. "I just realized I'll never get my project done on time. Sorry, I didn't think I was that loud."

"Well, I hope it works out for you," the woman said and moved on.

Giving his dick one more kiss, I slipped out from under the desk. "Well, that was fun," I said licking my lips.

"Kate, I don't know what to say."

"Where's that little pad of yours?" He got it out and I wrote down name and my cell phone number. "Thanks for the referral to your friend and helping me out with my little problem back there in the stacks. Give me a call next week if you'd like to go out a real date and maybe have some normal sex." I gave him a kiss and was on my way.

I'd exhausted the possibilities at the library far sooner than I'd planned, so after collecting my book bag I went out front and flagged a taxi. I usually took the bus around town because I care about the environment and like to use public transportation whenever possible, but I did have a job and an income. I told the driver to take me back downtown and only teased him a little on the way. Well, I thought it was a little. I guess he like seeing my breasts in the rearview mirror. When I got out he didn't let me pay. Instead he handed me his card. "The ride's on me, miss. And anytime you need a taxi just call that number and ask for me personally. I'll take you anywhere for a show like that."

"You like the little-girl-and-dirty-old-taxi-driver game?" I asked with a grin.

"Christ, yes. But you should be careful. You never know what sort of driver you might get. Call me if you need a ride. I've been married for 20 years and have three kids and go to church every week. But I do like to look."

I thanked him again and strolled down the street looking for a place to get some food and hang out for awhile. It was too hot to just stroll around even dressed as I was. Funny, I was thinking of the woman on the bus who had given me her card, and with the taste of Kevin's come still in my mouth, I pondered what it'd be like to be with a woman. Some of my college friends had tried it and liked it, you know, the lesbian until I graduate thing, but I'd never considered it -- until now. She had said she'd had to attend a business dinner tonight. Taking the card out I looked at her name, Susan Johanson. What the hell, I thought, and pulled my cell phone out of my bag.

"Hello." Strolling down the street looking into the shop windows in the heat, I shivered a bit. I was really doing this.

I said. "Hi, my name's Kate. We met on the bus a while ago and you gave me your card."

"Oh. My." she said emphasizing each word with a long pause in between. "Really, I'm so surprised you called -- and very happy. Stunned and happy. What are you doing?"

"I'm just window shopping downtown right now." I noticed I'd caught the attention of a couple of guys getting out of a cab. My bending over to look at some jewelry in the window display may have had something to do with it. In the window's reflection I watched them watching me. I told Susan, "Well, window shopping and being the object of desire of a couple of guys who can't seem to get enough of my ass."

"Oh, God, you're still wearing that insane little girl outfit aren't you?"

"Oh yeah. It seems to get a lot of attention."

"Only because it's wrapped around your hot little body, Kate." She moaned softly. "Are the guys still watching you?"

I stood up and turned around. I couldn't be sure but the guys seemed to be talking about me. Loud enough for them to hear, I said into the phone, "Yeah, they're still watching. I guess they have a thing for little girls." Jesus, did that spoke them. I laughed as they walked quickly away, almost at a trot, and told Susan about it.

"Typical men," she said, "but in fairness to them, you are exceptionally hot dressed like that."

"You think so?"

"I gave you my card and asked you to call, didn't I?"

"Yeah, and I'm walking down the sidewalk now trembling a bit at having done that."

"I'm so glad you did. Damn, I wish I didn't have that dinner to go to."

"Can't get out of it?"

"Oh, no. I'm trying to close a deal. Have to be there."

"When do you think you'll be free?"

"By 11, maybe earlier if things go well. Is that too late for you?"

"You mean is it past my curfew?"

"Oh Jesus, are you really as young as you look?"

I laughed. "No, I'm 21 and on my own. I was just teasing you."

"You devil." I heard a sigh of relief in her voice. "So you want to meet later?"

"Yeah, Susan. I would. Where are you staying?"

It was a swanky hotel right in the center of town. I made sure she had my phone number and was about to said goodbye when she asked, "What will you be doing until we meet?"

The sidewalk had gotten crowded and I was walking among a collection of guys with ID tags around their necks, trade show people, maybe some of whom had been on the bus earlier. Pretending to be oblivious of them I said, "Well, Mom, this is the first time I've worn a skirt this short and I'm afraid I haven't learned to keep my legs together when I'm sitting down, so a couple of guys have seen my new panties. It was so embarrassing."

"You're around other people, right?"

"That's right. I know it's bad, but I'm learning. Don't worry the men were really nice." Inwardly I smiled. All the guys were looking my way. "I know you didn't want me to go out dressed like this, but I'll be fine. I mean I did listen when you insisted I wear panties with this skirt."

"Is it safe?"

"Oh yeah, I know the drill. Don't talk to strangers, don't get into a car with anybody, and sit up front on the bus. And like I told you, if it wasn't so hot I'd have worn a bra."

"Look, I've got to go in a minute, but will you do something for me?"

"Sure, Mom, anything." The sidewalk was crowded but I think I was a little more crowded than most as the guys around me moved closer. "And don't worry, I'm in a group of nice guys from that trade show. Nothing can happen here." I looked around as if noticing them for the first time. A couple of them smiled at me and nodded.

"I just want you to do something naughty and tell me about it before we hang up."

"Naughty? I wasn't trying to be naughty. I'd just gotten out of the shower. I wasn't flashing Uncle Fred. The towel slipped off, Mom. It was an accident."

My group of now extremely attentive men was, I think, quite disappoint at having arrived at the conference center. It was time for us to part ways and for them to find something other than the lurid tales of a young woman to occupy their minds. Most of them went inside but a couple of smokers paused at one side and lit up for a last cigarette while I leaned sat on a low wall to finish the conversation with my "mom."

They were too far a way to hear me now, so when I spread my knees apart to let them see my panties I dropped the act with Susan.

"So I'm sitting now and letting a couple of guys across the way look up my skirt."

"Ooh, that's hot."

"Yeah, I discovered today how much I like being watched."

"I thought as much on the bus earlier even though some of that was a surprise to you too, wasn't it?"

I laughed. "It sure was. But you know I've never been so horny for so long."

"Mmm, I understand. I play my own games at times."

"Then you'll understand how exciting it is to be rubbing my inner thigh with one and while talking to you and watching these two men watch me."

"Oooh, tell me more."

"Well, I found out earlier that if I try to scratch my back in a certain way I can get my top to rise up just right and I think the bottom of one breast is exposed. I'm doing it now and the guys can't take their eyes off me."

"Oh, Jesus, I'm getting wet. I'd better go Kate. I'll call you as soon as I'm free. Have fun, but not too much fun, okay?"

"You bet."

"And call me if your plans change."

"Of course. Bye Susan."

"Bye sweetie."

What a rush! Just having that conversation with her and arranging to meet later -- and all the while teasing the guys around me -- wow, I was just as aroused now as I'd been in the library. I needed relief but couldn't see how to get here out in public. After picking up my bag I went over to the cigarette smokers and said, "I hope you enjoyed the show."

"Show?" the older one asked with feigned innocence.

"Yeah, you seemed to like listening to me and looking up my skirt."

"What the fuck?"

"No need to use bad language. I enjoyed performing for you. Here's an encore." After ensuring no one else would see, I lifted my top and showed them my tits. "Just wanted you to know we're a very friendly city. Come back again soon." Then I walked away texting to Susan, "just flashed tits at two guys." In a few seconds I got a text back, "go girl, same some for me."

I strolled back the way I'd come and entered the nice bar I'd noticed while passing by just a minute ago. It had a really pleasant off-white, modern decor shouting out expensive and cool. Just the place for young professionals. I sat on a bar stool next to a young guy and his wife (or girl or date) and put my bag down on the floor. The bartender, a good looking guy in his thirties, put a coaster in front of me and asked what I'd like.

"A strawberry daiquiri please."

"Honey, you need to be 21 to be served alcohol. You probably know that."

"Yep. And here's my ID," I told him handing over my drivers license. He looked at it long and hard, I suppose thinking it was faked. "It's real. I'm 21."

Shaking his head, he handed back to me. "Well, if it is fake it's the best I've ever seen. I'm sorry, I have to check. We can lose our liquor license for serving minors you know. Strawberry daiquiri coming right up."

When the bartender left to make the drink, the guy to my right said, "Don't be too hard on him. You don't look anywhere near 21. Please take that as a compliment." Looking to his companion, he asked, She doesn't, does she?"

"No, not even 18," the sultry redhead said. "Hi there. I'm Megan and this is Eric. Nice to meet you."

I shook hands with them and introduced myself. "I get carded all the time. I know I look younger, but really.... You can join the army at 18 and vote, what's with the drinking age in American being 21?"

Eric laughed. "Even if it was 18, you'd still get carded. Like Megan said, you look even younger."

"But you like that, don't you?" asked Megan. "That's the sexiest outfit I've seen in a while and it's like doubly sexy knowing your 21. If you were 15 it'd just be cute."

"Er, thanks, I guess," I stammered. Megan was really gorgeous in a why I'd never be. She had beautiful long red hair, nice full breasts, long legs, and was wearing even less than I was. Her skirt was little more than a black band around her hips, and she wore fishnet stocking held up by a garter belt, with the garters plainly in view. Above she had on what I could only call a black leather bikini top with her breasts nearly spilling out on either side. While I had a gold hop ring in each ear, she had several. She exuded sexiness. Looking at her, I spoke the truth saying, "Well, I guess I'm dressing this way because it's the only way I can imagine to compete with girls like you." Once I heard my own words, I regretted them. It sounded resentful.

But Megan thought it hilarious. When she stopped laughing she said, "Oh, please don't take offense. It's just that that's the most honest thing I've hear in a long time. I think you're just darling. And, yes, by dressing this way I'm exploiting guys like my good friend Eric who can't get enough of big tits and long legs."

Eric looked confused but we were distracted by the bartender arriving with my drink. "That'll be ten dollars."

"Huh? Ten bucks for a daiquiri?"

"I just work here. I don't set the prices."

Megan pushed the pile of money sitting between her and Eric forward. "Please, let me buy. It's delightful to have met you."

"Thank you," I said and sipped my drink. I really don't like daiquiris much, but it was the first thing I could think of that was in character. I looked at Eric and said, "What do you think? Megan there is a bombshell and I'm just a little person dressed like a girl. Any cognitive dissonance?"

"Fuck, plenty."

Megan patted him on the back. "That's my boy and why I love him. He's honest. What guy wouldn't be tempted by a very young looking hot girl?"

I added, "And a very hot looking redhead in leather with big tits."

She stoked the back of his head, "Poor boy, he might just explode." Then to me, "But you know big tits are really overrated. Sure guys love them, but imagine going out for a healthy run. You gotta strap these suckers down for that." She emphasized the idea by gripping her breasts roughly. "Their like having a pet. You go to all kinds of extra lengths to keep them happy."

I liked her open, honest way of expressing herself -- and the bit of lilt to her speech. "You're Irish, right? But don't live there now."

"Very good," she said sitting up straight. "Irish and proud of it, but I've been living here since I was 15 or so. If I really try hard I can speak pure American."

Eric smiled. "Or so you think."

"Well, I don't often try. The boys love a bit of lilt in the voice," she said giving full voice to her Irish ancestry. She winked at me. "Really, they're so easy that way."

"I can imagine."

"Join us for dinner, Kate," she said spontaneously. "You won't mind, will you, Eric? Oh, what am I thinking? Of course you won't. What would be a better treat for you than having sexy little Kate join us for a while longer so you can keep having all those naughty thoughts about having sex with her?" Without waiting for me to respond, she called the bartender over and asked him to change their reservation from two to three people.

After a while we were led back into a dark restaurant area and giving a semicircular booth. "Perfect," Megan announced as she encouraged me to sit. After I'd worked my way in, she took a place on my left and Eric on my right. Moving my bag out of the way and shifting more toward me, she said, "Now this is quite cozy, isn't it?" It was and became more so after we ordered a bottle of wine.

I'd never had a fine red wine before and wasn't so sure I like this one. But the atmosphere of the expensive restaurant and the attentions of Eric and Megan compensated for my naive taste in fine wine. When we toasted each other and our new found friendship, I felt two hands on my thighs. Looking left and right I could see my dinner friends sipping from their glasses with one hand while each massaged a bare thigh with the other.

"Mmm, that's a new experience," I said putting my glass down and feeling the hands rise higher on my legs. "You guys seem to be good at groping and sipping at the same time."

Megan laughed. "You're such a tease. You know, you can grope too. One reason we like this place is that it's so dark." Her hand slipped up to my pussy. "No one can see a thing." When Eric's hand joined hers, she added, "Of course, you can always say no. You're a bit like an exotic appetizer you know, but we're not going to force ourselves on you. If you don't want this sort of attention all you have to do is say so."

Even as she spoke her fingers were massaging my hot little cunt while Eric's sought the edge of the elastic around my leg and after sliding under it stroked my labia.

Bringing my glass back to my lips, I said, "It's not that I don't like the attention. I was just remarking on the fact that the two of you are so able to provide it, you know, while we're sitting in this public place having dinner." Megan had found my clit and was teasing it gently through the thin barrier of my panties while Eric's fingertip parted my lips and tentatively probed around. All the while, the both sipped their wine as if nothing untoward was going on.

Megan laughed again. "You're quite a find. A women who looks like a girl yet seems to like being treated like a sex toy in the most adult way." Her finger danced on my clit. "I couldn't have wished for a better dinner guest."

I was about to respond when the waiter arrived to take our orders. We hadn't even opened the menus, but when he listed the specials Megan and Eric selected at once and when it was my turn, Megan said, "I bet you'd like the grilled swordfish. They do it very well here." I just nodded to the waiter as my pussy continued to be teased.

After he left we were brought salads and bread, and they took there hands away from me. For a while we ate and talked like normal people. But not for long. Megan slipped off her panties and handed them to Eric. "Honey, will you put these in your pocket for safe keeping?" Then turning to me, "He'd be happy to do the same with yours, Kate."

With knife and fork in my hands, I was attacking my salad. "Er, well, sure. Just let me...."

"Oh, please, keep eating," Megan crooned. "Just lift your little behind up a bit." I did and they quickly stripped off my panties. I lifted one leg, then other, and then Eric was stuffing them in his pocket. "Doesn't that feel better?" Megan asked.

"Well, it sure feels different," I told her. "The seat is cold."

"Yes, it is, but isn't it rather delicious?" She parted my legs and cupped my pussy. "Oh my, totally shaved. You're a naughty girl." Looking past me she said, "See how naughty she is, Eric," and her hand was replaced with his.

He not only cupped my cunt but a finger found it's way inside. As he fingered me he said, "Yes, I see what you mean, and she's very excited too."

I looked at him and then to Megan. "I just want you to know that after dinner I want my panties back. Their sort of special." The both laughed and assured me they'd be returned.

Pushing her empty salad plate aside, Megan said, "Kate, don't you want to touch me too?" With Eric's finger buried in my pussy, I reached between his girl's legs and found her pussy. I'd never touched another girl like that before. She just smiled as my fingers played with her lips then explored between them. Given the way they had maneuvered me into their sex play, I was surprised to she was hairy down there. She seemed to read my mind.

"Eric likes the natural look and it's so nice not to be trimming and waxing all the time."

"I've never done this before, you know."

"You mean play with a woman or be with a couple like this?" She asked then giggled. "Or do you mean fondling and being fondled in a restaurant?"

I pushed a finger into her wet pussy. "I was thinking about touching another woman."

"Oh. Well then let me say you are doing just fine." She squeezed my finger with her cunt. "I hope you can please Eric too."

When I reached for his crotch I found he'd already opened his pants and taken out his cock. It was hard and erect when I wrapped my hand around it. I was busy fondling both of them when the waiter returned.

Topping off our wine glasses he asked, "How are we doing here?"

"Extremely well," Megan told him.

"Your dinner will arrive momentarily," he intoned and left.

My companions sipped their full glasses of wine. The Megan said, "Let me help you," and raised my glass to my lips. As I took a sip, she said, "It's really a fine wine and that's really a fine thing you're doing to me with your fingers." She looked to Eric. "Is it good for you too?"

"Very." He smiled at us both. "Kate's a wonderful dinner guest. I'm so glad you invited her."

"Me too."

It was a surreal experience. I played with his cock with one hand while probing Megan's pussy with the other and gazed around the dining room in the dim light. At the other tables couples and dinner companions ate and drank, enjoying their surroundings unaware of the young woman, me, masturbating two people at the same time while the wait staff went about their duties bringing perfect dishes from the kitchen and taking away empty plates.

"You guys do this often?" I asked.

"Boy, not often enough," Eric replied as he sat back in the lush, leather clad booth to enjoy my fondling.

"We really should get out more, you know," Megan added with a smile as my finger wiggled in her pussy.

Then dinner arrived and our little game stopped while we ate. The swordfish was excellent. I'd never tasted anything like it. Mom and I went out at time but never to a place like this. And my college friends? Our idea of fine dining was trading Pizza Hut for Friday fish night at the local watering hole. Hey, don't get me wrong, it was great fish and chips -- I loved the spicy tartar sauce -- but it sure wasn't high cuisine in the big city.

When we were done with the main course, the waiter took our dessert orders. I didn't have room for anything more but Megan selected a crème brûlée and Eric a decadent chocolate dish. "We'll share them with you," said Megan as my hand returned to her thigh. By the time the desserts arrived I had her and Eric on the edge of orgasm. She seemed to especially like having her clit lightly stroked, and Eric, well, I wished we had some lubricant. It's hard to stroke a cock properly otherwise. Still, we made do and he seemed to like what I was doing. They fed me bits of their food as I played with them, and if the waitstaff noticed they were sophisticated enough not to show it.

When they were done eating and had paid for the dinner, I said, "You'll have to excuse me." Eric started to get up to let me out of the booth. "Oh, I don't mean that," I told him and with a last look around to ensure no one was watching, I slipped under the table.

With my fingers still in Megan's cunt, I took Eric in my mouth trusting the long table cloth and dim light to conceal me. His dick was just shy of what I would call normal and it was easy to take it all in. In moments he was ejaculating on my tongue and I turned my attention to Megan. I licked her hairy lips for a bit and then sucked on her little clit. It was hard and ready. After all the tantalizing teasing of the evening, I wasn't surprised that she came rather quickly.

What was surprising was how quickly and naturally I took to eating pussy. Just before dinner I touched another girl down there for the first time. Now I was eagerly lapping up the wetness Megan exuded as she rose to a peak and climaxed.

I was still on my knees under the table when the waiter came back with the credit card slip for Eric to sign. That my location wasn't secret was brought home to me when waiter put his foot down between my legs and my pussy contacted his trousers. Oh no, I've been discovered, I thought, but then, as his leg pressed against me, I heard him tell Eric, "It's been a pleasure to serve you, sir. I hope you and your companions come back soon. Too bad your young friend isn't here. She was quite a treat."

Son of a bitch, he knew exactly where I was and his leg kept prodding me. But what the hell, he'd been nice and wasn't making a scene. I rubbed my cunt up and down against his leg like a bitch in heat.

"Thank you, sir. If you'd like to fill out this little form you'll become a select guest of the restaurant. We'll send you announcement of our special events and provide a five percent discount on all your purchases."

"That sounds like a good deal," Eric said. I humped the waiter's leg as he filled out the form. Just as Eric said, "Here, I think that's all the information you need," I came, my body shivered as I pressed into the trousers of our waiter.

He stammered. "Er, thank you, er, sir, and again, er, I want to thank you for having dinner with, er, us."

After he left, I poked my head out between Eric and Megan. "Is it safe to come up?"

Megan looked around and then smiled. "Yep, all clear." I took my place between them as they sipped their after dinner coffee. "Would you like some?"

"No, I never touch the stuff," I told her.

"Well, that was some payback for the dinner. Thank you very much."

Closing his pants Eric added, "Yes, thank you."

"My pleasure," I said and meant it. What a day this had been. Then a buzz came from my bag. "Oh that's my phone," I told Megan and she handed the bag to me. I took the phone out and saw the text message from Susan, "Done with dinner, ready for you." I smiled.

"Message from a friend?" Megan asked.

"Yep, I've gotta go."

"Can we drop you somewhere? We're parked nearby and I'd love to give you the same sort of feelings you just gave me."

Susan's hotel was about six blocks away so I accepted the offer. The three of us walked across the street to the multilevel parking lot and took the elevator to the top floor. The moment the elevator doors closed Megan pulled me to her, kissing me on the lips. "God, I can taste Eric on your tongue. You are such a sexy minx," she said when our lips finally parted. "I couldn't believe it when you went under the table like that."

I shrugged. "Well, the two of you got me so horny I didn't know what else to do."

When we got to their car, Megan opened a passenger door and looked around. "Seems safe. Kate sit here. Eric eat her. I want to watch." I sat in the open door with my legs spread as Eric and then Megan lick my wet cunt. I came at least twice before we heard the elevator ding and others approaching.

On the way to Susan's hotel Eric handed me my panties. "I'd love to keep these, er, well, frankly as a sort of trophy, but you said you wanted them back."

"Yep, they're rather special," I told him and slipped them on. I texted Susan "on my way" and moments later my phone buzzed. She'd replied "i'm in the lounge."

With just a few blocks to go I said to Megan. "You know, I really wanted to do something that maybe I could do now."

"What's that?"

From the backseat, I leaned forward and grabbed her nice full breasts. "This."

"Oh yes," she exclaimed pulling her top away. For the next minute or so I enjoyed my first experience of fondling another woman's tits. A couple of cars honked as they passed us by and their drivers saw what I was doing. As we approached my destination I sat back.

"Mmm, Megan you have a great pair of tits."

Eric said, "I agree."

Before I got out they gave me their phone number and encouraged me to call. With a sigh, I waved as they pulled away form the curb into traffic, then turned toward the hotel.

Standing on the sidewalk I texted Susan, "r u wearing panties?" She replied, "yes, u?" I sent her back, "yes. take urs off. ok?" A little while later I got "ok. done."

Smiling, I entered the hotel. It was really topshelf and the first thing I thought was how out of place I was dressed like I was. Then it dawned on me that I could be the child of a guest and I marched in with confidence. Just as I'd though, I hadn't gone ten feet into the lobby before a hotel staffer intercepted me.

"Can I help you miss?" said an older woman in the blue blazer with a crest over the pocket that all the staff wore.

"My sister is here somewhere," I told her. "She said to look for her in the lounge."

"Oh dear me, the lounge isn't for young girls. But if it's your sister your looking for, I guess we'd better find her, hadn't we?." She was a nice woman, but I was a little surprised when she took me by the hand -- the hand that not long ago had been wrapped around a nice hard dick -- and led me through the lobby to the lounge. At the entrance she asked, "Now what's you sister's name and what does she look like?"

I nearly choked. I couldn't remember Susan's last name and no one seeing us together would think we were sisters. I said, "She's Susan, and very tall with long blond hair."

My minder looked over the crowd. "Do you see her?"

I didn't and told her so.

"Okay then. We'll just walk through the lounge and you tell me if you see her. If we can't find her, don't worry. I'll have her paged."

As we began to walk hand in hand through the lounge I thought how strange it would be to have to find Susan's card in order to provide "my sister's" last name. It was a big room with a u-shaped bar in the middle. As we worked our way through it, with me and my cartoon decorated book bag getting a lot of attention from the nearly all-male crowd, I finally spied her. Susan sat at the back of bar be herself, sipping a beer. For a moment I thought how strange that a gorgeous girl like her would be by herself in a male-dominated bar like this, but the lady leading me around brought me back to the present asking again if I saw my sister anywhere.

"There," I said pointed. "That's Susan."

"Good. Let's get you reunited and she can't take you out of here."

As we approached Susan, she turned and took the situation in. "Katey!" she exclaimed, "Where have you been? I've been waiting and waiting." To my minder she said, "Thanks so much for helping her find, now please, take this away. I found it on the bar and can't believe a place like this.... Well, you should do better." She pressed something into the staffer's hands.

The woman began to unfold it, cried "my goodness!" and quickly stuffed it into her pocket saying, "I'm very sorry, ma'am. I've been working here for years and never ...."

"Just take it away please," Susan said dismissively waving her hand, "and I won't say anything to the management."

"Of course. Meanwhile here's your sister. She's been looking for you." She actually place my hand in Susan's before she left.

Watching her go, Susan squeezed my hand and smiling at me said, "My sister?"

"First thing that came to me."

"Well, Sis, can I buy you a drink?"

"I'll have what your having."

She looked at me. "Jesus, you are really 21, right? The last thing I need is to be buying beer for a minor -- even if you're my sister."

"I'm really 21."

She signaled the bartender, making it clear she wanted two beers, and then turned back to me with a smile. "You know I really like this sister thing. That's really hot."

I put my bag down and hopped on to the bar stool beside her. "Yeah, me too. You have any? Sisters, I mean."

"Nope, just an older brother that I talk to on holidays and his birthday. You?"

I shook my head. "Only child."

Our beers arrived. "Well then here's to finding my long lost sister," she said raising her glass.

"No so fast," said the bartender. "First your sister has to show me some ID. She looks about 15, not 21." I showed him my drivers license and after a close look at it he said, "Fuck. Oh, sorry, excuse me. But damned if you look anything close to 21. The beers are on me. Enjoy."

"Jesus, you're such a turn on," Susan said after we clicked glasses and took a sip. "I don't blame him. You really do look 15."

I smiled at her and sipped my beer. "And I'm having a lot more fun today being 21 and looking 15 than I did at 15 and wishing I was 21."

"I bet. Just listening to that phone call got me all hot and bothered. And I was all hot and bothered in the bus earlier. Do you do this often? The get up, I mean. Lookin' like a kid."

Shaking my head, I told her the truth. "Nope. Today's the first time. Just bought this stuff yesterday after work. Sort of a breakout thing for me. Wanting to be different, you know, change old habits."

"And has it worked?"

"Like a charm."

"Tell me. I'm all ears."

"Too much to tell. Don't know where to begin."

"And your not curious about what I handed that lady?"

"Yeah, what was that about?"

"You told me to take off my panties. Remember, you texted me."

I did remember. "You mean...?"

"Yep, I did it and had been sitting her wondering what to do with them when you walked up."

"Jesus."

"And Joseph too if you're Catholic. Took me ages to do it. Lookin' around to see who might see."

I looked around just then. "Were those guys sitting there when you did it?"

Susan looked over her shoulder at them. "Yeah, they were the biggest problem. You know, for a girl like me with these big tits and long legs I attract attention." She nodded toward the guys. "They came in, took one look at me sitting here and sat at that table." After taking a sip of her beer she continued, "I'm used to that. Happens all the time. But then you texted me and said to take off my panties."

"I didn't know though ...."

"Of course, you couldn't know the circumstances. That's actually the fun of it, right? If I'd been in my room, who'd have cared if I took them off or left them on?"

"So they saw you take them off?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. Actually I'm pretty sure no one saw anything until I let them fall down around my ankles." Susan stopped talking and touched my arm. "And I want to say, thank you. It was like the hottest thing I'd ever done. You know, after looking around and raising up my butt just enough to slip them off, then sitting here for a bit with my bare ass on the bar stool." She shivered. "Wow. I was so turned on. Then I tried to slide them down my legs. That's when I think at least a couple of those guys noticed what I was doing."

"Well you're hardly a wallflower," I offered.

"Yeah, that's the part I'm all too familiar with. Guys look at me wherever I go."

I looked at her short skirt and tight top. "Hardly a surprise when you dress like you do."

Susan look me up and down. "So tell me why you dressed like this today?"

I blushed. "Point taken."

"Right, so there I was with my panties around my ankles and at least a couple of those guys saw me ball them up and sit here with them in my hand."

"Until that staff lady took them away."

"Right, until then." She leaned closer. "I'm so horny."

"Me too and now I'm feeling overdressed." The barstools rotated so I turned to face the guys at the nearby table. I smiled at them and let my legs spread enough so they could see up my skirt.

Glancing over her shoulder Susan took the situation in and said, "I love your innocent slut act."

"So do I. I keep discovering new variations." Slipping off the barstool I bent over and opened my bag that was sitting on the floor. I routed around in it until I thought I'd giving the guys a good enough show of my ass then stood up and leaned against back against the bar close to Susan but facing the opposite way. "I hoped they got a good look. Somehow this is even more fun being here with you and knowing you know what I doing." I put my hand on her thigh and slid it under her skirt to her pussy. "Mmm, you really are excited, aren't you?" Teasing her short hairs I said, "And I see you're hairy like me."

"Oh God, I can't believe your doing that. Don't stop." Her voice was strained with arousal. When she shifted in her seat to give me better access, I slipped a finger into her pussy. "Ahh," she moaned just as the bartender was passing by.

Thinking she was signally him, he stopped and asked, "Yes, ma'am, what can I get you?"

Susan's face was flushed. "Oh, could I have glass of ice water please. Suddenly I'm hot."

"Certainly. Coming right up."

I chuckled. "You sure are hot, Susan."

"Keep that up and I might come right here on your fingers, you know."

"I guess we better go up to your room then."

"That's a great idea."

As she stood up and took care of settling the bar bill, I smiled at the guys who of course were still watching us and licked my fingers. One of them nearly choked on his drink. Another gave the guy next to him a high-five. Feeling the need to be naughtier I slowly pulled up the him of Susan's short skirt taking the little wiggle of her ass as encouragement. Glancing around the back of the bar, I was glad to see it was empty except for the table of young men. Watching them watch me, I raised the skirt more, enough to reveal the round curves of Susan's naked bottom.

"Good heavens, thank you, ma'am," I heard the bartender say behind me. Susan must have left a good tip.

I pulled her skirt higher and exposed her beautiful pussy rimmed in light blond curls. The guys went wild. After slapping her bare ass I dropped the skirt and turned back to the bar. A moment later a man said, "Excuse me, but I was wondering...."

It was the guy who had almost choked on his drink. I cut him off. "Nope. Don't wonder. We're leaving." He looked crestfallen. I pegged him for 25 or so. "But if you're really nice about it, I do have a nice treat for you."

He perked up. "What's that?"

"I'll just lean on the bar her next to my friend and let you take off my panties." His eyes bugged out. "But don't go running off with them. Just pull them off, hand them to my friend, and go back to your table. What'd'ya say? Deal?"

"Deal."

"And no groping."

"Right."

I leaned against the bar and smiled a Susan. "Like I said early, I'm feeling overdressed."

She stood up to watch as the delighted young man carefully reached under my skirt, found the waistband of my panties, and pulled them slowly down to the floor. After helping me step out of them, he paused. Now bent over, he examined my ass and pussy for a moment before sighing loudly and straighting up.

Handing my underwear to Susan, he pulled a couple of his business cards out of his wallet and put them on the bar. "Really, if you -- either of you -- ever are in Buffalo and need a date, give me a call. Hell, just call. I'll fly to wherever you are." Then shaking his head he rejoined his friends who immediately slapped him on the back and called for another round of drinks.

Susan looked at Tweety on the front of my panties and said, "Isn't he cute?"

The bartender turned around. "Tweety was always one of my favorites. You ladies ever stop back here and the drinks are on me."

"Thanks, what's your name?" Susan asked.

"Sylvester."

We laughed. I picked up my book bag, giving the guys one last bare-assed flash, then Susan and I left.

Walking hand in hand through the lobby to the bank of elevators, we passed the staff woman who had corralled me when I arrived. Susan stopped to say, "Thanks so much for taking good care of my sister and seeing that she found me. What's your name? I want to mention what you did on the feedback form in room. I never filled it out before, but this time I have something nice to say."

The woman smiled and pulled a card from her pocket. "I'm Ann Warren and thank you very much. Pleased to be of service." But the card fell to the floor as she tried to hand it over.

"I'll get it," I said as I bent over as indelicately as possible and was rewarded by Ann's sharp intake of breath. Pulling a pen from her pocket she took the card from me and wrote on the back.

"Here, that's my cell phone number," she said to Susan. "If you need someone too look after your little sister for a while, just call. I'll be on duty 'til morning but can always take a break."

Susan gave her a big smile. "Gee, what if I need someone to look after me?"

Ann licked her lips. "Anything for our guests." She was in her forties, slim, brown hair up in a bun, and had a beautiful face. I liked her little button nose. Nodding to the big crowd waiting in front of the bank of elevators. "The least I can do is help you avoid the wait. Come with me." Exchanging surprised looks, we followed her to the staff elevator. Using a key card to open the doors she waved us in. "What floor?"

"22," said Susan.

"Oh, how nice. Do you like our executive suites?"

"Yes, they've been redone since I was here before. The big jacuzzi is quite pleasant."

As the doors closed and the elevator began to move I snuggled up to my tall blond friend's side and said, "Maybe we could have a nice soak and you could try and explain again why these," I cupped on of her full breasts, "are some much bigger than these." I pulled up my halter and looked down at my breasts."

"Kate, I've told you about showing yourself in public," Susan scolded as she pushed my top down.

"But it's just us and Auntie Ann, Sis. We're not out in public."

Ann leaned against the wall smiling appreciatively at our act and said, "She's quite precocious, isn't she?"

"Well, sometimes she can be a naughty little girl." Susan looked at me sternly, well, she tried to, but I could see her suppressing a sly grin. "There're times I just want to put her over my knee and spank her naked little bottom."

Ann actually shivered at the thought. "You'd do that? Bend her right over and swat her bare behind?"

"Oh, yes, and make her count as I do it. It's the only thing that makes her mind."

I turned so Ann could see and pulled my skirt up over my ass. Rubbing it, I told her. "She's so mean sometimes. My butt gets all red from the punishment."

"But you know your sister does it because she loves you, don't you?" Ann new quite well how to play this game.

I smiled and hugged Susan tightly, snuggling my face between her breasts. "Oh, yeah! And I love her too!"

The elevator came to a stop and Ann said, "Ah, here we are. It's so nice to have two loving sisters as our guests. Please enjoy your stay and you have my number if I can do anything for you." She emphasized "anything" just a little.

"How about a kiss goodnight, Auntie?" I asked attempting to sound innocent and demure while feeling just the opposite.

Ann leaned down expecting a peck on the cheek, but I took her head in my hands and kissed her long and hard on the mouth. She quickly yielded to my tongue, and when my hands grabbed her ass she returned the grope. Susan stood in the hallway keeping lookout as my new "auntie" pulled up my skirt and fondled my bare ass while playing tongue tag with me.

I pulled myself away and asked Susan, "Do you want to say goodnight to Auntie too?"

"I'd love to," she replied and I watched the surprised and delighted Ann wrap herself around the tall bombshell. The gloves were off now so-to-speak and the two of them ran there hands all over each other while kissing passionately. Finally, it was Ann who pushed away.

In complete disarray but looking quite happy about it, she punched the button for the ground floor and said as the elevator slid doors slid shut, "Call me."

Leading me down the hall by the hand Susan told me, "If I didn't want you all to myself I'd have invited her along."

"Maybe afterward."

"I was hoping you'd have that attitude."

Her suite was three rooms, a good size living room with stuffed couch and chairs arranged around a large flat screen television, a bedroom with kingsize bed, and a large bathroom with a two-person jacuzzi tub. But all I had time for was the exterior wall in the bedroom, nothing but glass from floor to ceiling. Tossing my bag on the bed, I ran over to it and looked out over the city, it's lights twinkling in the night. With no other tall buildings on this side of the hotel, it was like being on top of the world.

"Like it?" asked Susan as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.

"Oh, gosh, it's really beautiful."

"So are you," she told me as her hands roamed over my body. "Ever been with a woman before?"

With her delicious fondling -- hands that seemed to touch me everywhere but avoiding nipples and pussy -- I could barely answer. "Well, not until today, and not like this." Then I mentioned my dinner with Megan and Eric and she made me tell her every detail while stripping off my clothes. Naked and spread-eagled against the glass wall I described what happened in the restaurant as Susan explored my body, now teasing my cunt and lightly pinching my budding nipples.

Kissing my neck, she whispered, "tell me more," then slipped a long finger into to my pussy. I struggled remain coherent as she fingered me, placing light kisses on my bare back down to the crack of my ass. I told her about Dave on the bus, Reverend Brown, and Kevin in the library as she licked my butt, probed my pussy, and teased my clit.

Arousal is a combination of physical and mental events -- or so I've read. Telling my story was almost like reliving it and when combined with Susan's expert fondling my whole body came alive with erotic sensation. But there was one more amazing aspect to the situation: the incredible view of the nighttime cityscape out the glass wall before me and being spread naked in front of it, even at times with my breasts pressed up against the cool clear glass.

Each time I tried to turn and offer her my attention, she made me turn back. "I like having you like this. Just enjoy it." Eventually she had me on my knees before the glass and got underneath me. Laying on the floor she pulled my hips down until my we cunt was on her mouth. My orgasm was wonderful. I came and came until I couldn't take it any more, then climbed off to cuddle my fantastic lover.

After a while she let me take off her clothes -- oh, god, what a body! -- and we got into the enormous bed where I returned, as best I could, the special experience she had given me. Taking my time, being able to roam over her amazing curvy body -- this was quite different than licking Megan under the dinner table in the restaurant. Kissing Susan, sucking her big nipples, and groping her curvy bottom was a treat. Feeling the hard buds in my mouth, listening to her moaning, but finally descending between her legs to lick and suck at her cunt as she climaxed loudly against my tongue -- that was truly special. Now I could say I had a truly fine woman-to-woman experience.

I stroked her hair as we lay naked in the bed. "You know what?"

"What?" she replied looking at me tendering in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"I think I could come again. Happens ever now and then, you know. Instead of being satisfied, one good orgasm just seems to encourage me to try for another."

She smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Want me to help?"

"Oh, no. Maybe later. Right now just relax. I was wondering if you wanted just to want to watch."

"You mean...."

"I mean I want you to watch while I play with myself."

"Jesus, you're like the gift that keeps on giving," she said sitting up, her large breasts swaying as she tried and failed to push her long hair back.

"And you know what?"

She laughed. "No, what now?"

"I want you to give Ann a call."
"So she can watch too?"

"Yep, and maybe there can be a little spanking."

"'Cause you're going to be naughty?"

"Oh, very naughty." I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. When I returned Susan was hanging up the phone.

"I told Ann I needed a some help with my little sister and some punishment might be in order." She laughed. "She seemed a bit anxious to show me how much the hotel management wanted to ensure their guests had nothing but the finest experience." I put on my underpants and top and sitting on the edge of the bed bet Susan Ann would arrive inside of a minute.

"The elevator alone takes that long."

"Still...."

There was a knock at the door.

"She wasn't far away," I said to Susan as I went to the door. After checking the peephole to make sure it was Ann, I let her in. "Hi, Auntie Ann, it's so nice to see you again." All I needed was the look on her face at the sight of my Tweety Bird panties to know that she was quite happy to see me too.

She recovered quickly saying, "Oh, Kate, I'm not so happy to see you. I've heard you've been bad."

"Not me. Sis and I just have a difference of opinion." I took her by the hand. "Come on, she's in bed. Help me talk some sense into her." Pulling her into the bedroom I said, "Susan, look who's here," and was about to add something about how happy I was that Ann had come knocking when I was stopped by the vision of loveliness lying on the bed. Susan had pushed the covers down and lay on her side in a classic pose: head propped in one hand, one knee up, her tousled hair flowing behind her, and a hand cupping a breast absentmindedly.

"Hi Ann. How nice of you to stop by. I can't say enough about the service this hotel provides."

After pausing only a moment to get her bearings -- hell, I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of the sexy blond -- Ann said, "It's our pleasure. How can I help you?"

"It's little Kate here. I caught her being bad and she just won't submit to a spanking. She's never done that before."

I bounced on my heels insisting, "But I haven't done anything wrong this time, Susan."

With a raised eyebrow Susan looked at Ann. "See? She just defies me."

"Perhaps, if you told me what she's done, I could be of help, ma'am."

"I think if would be better if Kate showed you." Susan sat up, breasts swaying as she brushed her hair back away from her face. Patting the bed beside her, she said, "Please make yourself comfortable and have a seat here so we can watch Kate from the same perspective. I want to be fair about this. And do call me Susan."

"Certainly Susan," Ann replied. "Would you mind if I used your bathroom first?"

While she was gone I turned on another light and put some music on. I was searching through the minibar wondering what sort refreshment would be best when there was a knock on the door and we heard a voice call out "room service."

Susan said she hadn't ordered anything so I went to investigate. Looking through the peephole, I saw a good looking man in the hotel service uniform standing next to a cart.

"We didn't order anything," I said through the door. You can't be too careful, you know.

After looking at a piece of paper the man replied, "Compliments of the hotel, ma'am. The order is signed my Ann Warren, one of our night managers." I relayed that information to Susan who told me to let him in and opened the door. "Good evening, miss," the man said as he pushed the cart inside. "Where would you like this?"

Only when he squeezed past me did I remember I wasn't wearing a skirt. Too late to do anything about that, I thought, and told him to take it into the bedroom. Then following behind, just as he reached the bedroom I remembered Susan was sitting naked on the bed. I was about to speak when I heard Susan say, "Over here next to the bed would be fine."

Coming to the doorway I found Susan sitting up with her legs akimbo holding a pillow on her lap in what I guessed was a nod to modesty. A small nod. Still, our server didn't flinch as he rolled the cart forward. I suppose working in a hotel for any length of time you see all sorts of things, and in a swanky place like this you're rewarded for pretending nothing is unusual.

"And what have we here?" Susan asked leaning toward the cart.

The server looked to be about 35. He was extremely slim with very dark skin. When he spoke, it was with an accent. Taking the covers of things as he spoke so we could see what he was referring to he said, "Here we have a selection of caviar: Beluga, Ossetra, and Sevruga. I must say this is the finest available. Then here is a platter with a variety of European cheeses. If you'd like to know exactly which ones I will call down to the chef. Here is a fine French bread, freshly baked and still warm from our ovens, and a nice selection of crackers as well."

Eager to see what was on the cart I'd taken a seat on the bed. Smiling at me he pulled the cover from another dish and continued, "And here is an All-American hotdog. Not knowing your tastes the chef has included sides of ketchup, several types of mustard, and both sweet and dill relish. Over here we have potato chips. And," he pulled two big buckets from the cart's bottom shelf, "some soft drinks and champaign on ice. There's just one more thing." Lifting the lid from yet another container, he announced, "a hot fudge Sunday." Susan and I giggled. "Please be careful. The ice cream is on dry ice and over here is the hot fudge. About 20 seconds in the microwave will bring it to temperature. As you can see we have a fruit basket and, if I may be so bold, I think the banana would work quite well on the Sunday."

I clapped with what I hoped was childlike glee and said, "Oh, that you. This is wonderful."

"Ah, please thank Ms Warren, little miss. But if you would like anything else, or for someone to assemble the hot fudge Sunday for you, just call. I am at your service." With that he started to leave.

Susan stopped him, pointing to her purse and saying, "If you'd hand me that, I'd like to give you a tip." When extended her arm to point, one of her lovely breasts slipped out in the open from behind the pillow. She made no move to hide it.

The man smiled. "Thank you very much for your consideration ma'am, but Ms Warren has taken care of everything including the gratuity." He waved at the cart. "This is all with our compliments. And I must say quite sincerely it's been a very real pleasure serving you this evening."

Susan put her pillow aside and extended her hand. "Well thank you very much then."

He shook her hand and then offered a hand to me. "And I hope you enjoy the hotdog, little miss." My hand disappeared in his much larger one. It was surprisingly warm and gentle. "If I can help with anything later on, like assembling that Sunday for you, I would be honored."

"Abassi thank you for delivering our refreshment. That will be all for now." It was Ann speaking from the doorway where she stood in nothing but her blouse the tail of which came down to mid-thigh. After giving me a wink, a big smile, and mouthing "call me," Abassi left.

Susan said, "Ann this must have cost a fortune. The caviar alone...."

"All on the hotel. As a manager I have a discretionary fund to ensure our best guests are happy with their stay."

"But, ah, I think you called him Abassi, he said you'd taken care of the tip as well."

Ann climbed onto the bed beside her. "Yes, I did. Abassi and I have an understanding."

"I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the hotel management on our account."

Ann chuckled. "Don't worry about that. Abassi doesn't work for the hotel." Responding to our confused looks, she continued, "He's a Nigerian businessman who comes here at least once a month to do business. Oxford educated as I recall. Anyway, this cart was sent to his room compliments of the hotel. We do it every time he visits because he spends money like there's no tomorrow. The hotdog and Sunday were his idea when I told him about Kate. As for the gratuity, I help him out finding 'partners' from time to time, and, to tell you the whole truth, he's helped me out that way as well. Sometimes he finds women who like the company of, what can I say, a woman my age."

As we took that in Ann slipped back into her hotel manager persona. "Now, I'd like to help you with Kate, the recalcitrant young woman. Just what has she been up to?" The she dipped a cracker into the caviar and fed it to Susan.

"I've been good," I told them. "I was just exploring."

"Show Ann what you were up to," Susan told me as she fed a caviar ladened cracker to Ann.

"I was just rubbing down here," I said as I rubbed my pussy through my panties. "It felt nice."

"Show Ann what I saw you doing, Kate."

"But you said it was wrong and were going to spank me for it."

"We'll let Ann decide if it okay or if you deserve to be punished. How's that?"

I tried to look scared and confused, even as my pussy tingled at the thought of what I was going to do. "Well, okay. I trust Auntie Ann."

"Go ahead then."

Ann chimed in, "You know I'll be fair, dear. Now show me what you were doing."

"I didn't have my panties on before."

"Then take them off."

"Right in front of you?"

"Yes, dear. If it helps I'll take mine off too." We both slipped out of our underwear. Ann spread her legs, hooking one over Susan's. "See that's not so bad. We're all girls here."

I pressed my thighs together. "But you're not hairy like me." Ann's bush was neatly trimmed. She played with it.

"Sure I am. It's just that I've trimmed my hair. I'll be happy to show you how later if you like."

"Well, okay." I parted my legs.

"Now what were you doing that made your sister upset?"

"Just this," I said as I ran my fingers over my pussy lips. "Just what you're doing now. See Susan, it's not bad."

Susan gave me her stern look. "But that's not what you were doing, Kate. Show Ann everything."

"Well," I squirmed, "I was doing this." I pushed a finger inside my cunt. "But what's wrong with it? It feels nice?"

"But that's not all you were doing."

"Yeah, but since it was kinda nice to put one finger in there, I thought I'd try two." I matched my actions to my words. "It does feel nice, Susan, really."

"Come on, Kate, show Ann everything. Get on your hands and knees like when I saw you."

I did so and pushed three fingers into my now very hot cunt. "Is this what you mean?"

"It's closer, but your other hand was doing something too." She touched my anus. "In here. Show us that."

Good lord, I thought, she wants me to finger my ass. I'd never done that, never even thought of it. Still, I loved playing with myself in front of these women. Why not experiment? I licked a finger and put it against my other opening. "You mean like this?"

"Yes, but it was inside."

With more than a little trepidation I slipped my fingertip into my bottom. At first it felt, well, weird, but it wasn't long before it felt arousing.

"That's a start," Susan intoned, "but when I found you your finger was way up inside. Show Ann what I'm talking about."

With my face pressed into the satin sheets I pushed the finger into my ass, working it in and out until it wouldn't go any farther. What an experience! The sensation of having my rectum invaded by own finger was coupled with doing this for the first time in front of two women who I'd met just that day. God, it was hot!

Susan went on, "Now, Kate, when I walked in the room and found you doing this, you weren't silent. I mean, it was bad enough seeing you do this, but you were moaning too, weren't you?"

"Er, yeah, Sis. I was."

"Demonstrate for Ann. If she's going to pass judgment on you, she needs to have the same experience I had."

Ann spoke up then. "Oh, I've seen enough, Susan. Kate's a very naughty girl and I think the punishment should fit the crime." Hearing this, I started pull my finger out. "Oh, no, Kate. You put that right back." Then again to Susan, "I recommend spanking her now, when she's in the midst of doing these very bad things to herself. Fingers in her vagina. Even in her behind! We need to teach her how bad that is."

"I agree," Susan said. "Kate, you just hold still. That is, you just stay in that position but keep your fingers moving. We're going to spank you so you know this is exactly what your being punished for."

Fingering my ass and cunt, I said, "Oh, no, Sis. Don't do that. I'll be good."

"Yes you will, you little minx." Wack! She slapped my ass hard. I yelped and held still.

Wack! Ann hit me on the other cheek. "You keep those fingers moving young lady and take you punishment."

God, it really hurt. I have a tight little ass without much extra padding to cushion the blows, but, still, after the initial pain my arousal grew as the warmth spread. I got my fingers moving again.

"That's better," Susan said as she swatted me again. A smack from Ann soon followed. I cried out each time.

"How many do you think she deserves?" Ann asked.

Susan answered. "I think six more for being so naughty and then another six for resisting. Does that seem fair to you?"

"You're her sister, so I understand the leniency."

"Well, she's already had four."

"I think twenty altogether would be appropriate."

"Okay, twenty it is."

"And she should count."

"Of course," Susan agreed. "You heard that Kate. You're to count as we spank you."

Listening to them deciding my punishment made me a little crazy. I feared the pain while at the same time couldn't wait for them to continue. "Yes, Susan. I'll count," I told her.

Smack! "Five." Smack. "Six!"

It was delicious. I could feel myself rising to a climax. As we passed "nine" and "ouch, ten!" I nearly came, but the next blow took the edge off.

It was fascinating. Anticipating the next smack my arousal increased dramatically, nearly to a climax, then the blow would fall and the pain at first pull me back. Yet, as it spread and diminished, my body would fill with a warm erotic glow starting from my abused ass and extending in every direction, and I'd begin to think about being swatted again which caused my arousal to heighten. Smack, smack, smack, smack. "Fourteen, fifteen, fuck, sixteen, ouch, seventeen!" The blows came irregularly. I could never be sure how long the pause between would be.

"She swore, Susan. I think we need a couple of spanks."

"Agreed."

My ass was on fire and I was reaching a sexual peak that I'd never imaged. Smack, smack.

"This is hard work. You must be getting hot," Susan said to Ann. "Let me help you out of that blouse."

Smack. "Twenty, errh!"

"Why thank you."

Smack. "Uh, twenty-one."

"Just one more."

Smack. "Oh, twenty-two!"

When there lips and tongues touched my ass tenderly, I came like never before. Plunging my finger in my ass and cunt, I cried out, "Yes, oh god, yes!" Hands cupped my tits and pulled at my nipples while the tongues continued to lick my buttocks. I kept coming. Finally the women pulled away and I fell on my side, finger still in my orifices milking the last erotic sensations from the sadomasochistic experience.

Susan's eyes locked on mine. "Too much?" she asked.

"Oh, no, just right," I replied with a sigh, pulling my fingers out of first my ass then my pussy. Rolling off the bed I told them I'd better clean up and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. When I returned, I found the two of them in a sixty-nine with Susan on top. I played with her ass as they came.

We were enjoying the caviar when there was a knock on the door. I went to investigate. Seeing Abassi, our Nigerian businessman and sometime hotel server, I opened the door and stood naked in front of him.

He just smiled. "I was thinking you might be too shy to ask for help with that Sunday. May I be of service?"

I grinned. The man had balls showing up like this. Over my shoulder I called out, "It's Abassi. He's wondering if he may be of service."

Susan called back, "I don't need anything, but I'd like to watch you with him."

"Same here," called Ann.

With a big smile, I said, "Why don't you come in, that is, if you have a condom."

From his pocket, he pulled out a strip of them. "As an honorary member of the hotel staff, I only promote safe sex."

Later, with his full erect dick in side me and my sore ass on fire again as it brushed against him, I reflected on how much fun a girl could have with a couple of open minded lesbians and one horny if especially skinny African. While he fucked me from behind I ate Susan and then Ann. After we all paused for refreshment, during which I found that Abassi liked hotdogs and really could assemble a find hot fudge Sunday, I sucked him off as the girls took turns eating me.

The sun was coming up when first Abassi then Ann said their goodbyes. Alone in the suite with Susan I took a shower after which I considered my ass in the bathroom room mirror. It was red but there weren't any welts. Well worth it, I decided. While she sat naked on the bed and watched I got dressed.

"Kate, I've never had such a fine time with anyone, or with any combination of people," she told me as I adjusted my skirt.

"Me either. And I really hate goodbyes so just give me a kiss." She did, long and heartfelt. "You've got my number and email and I've got yours," I told her as I left. "I hope we meet again." Then I left. Just like that.

I took the bus home. What else would you expect? Being Sunday there weren't many passengers, so I suppose the driver thought it a bit odd that I stood in the aisle hanging on to one of straps. I wondered how long it might before I could sit comfortably. Then I saw Rev. Brown's church coming up and pulled the cord to signal a stop.

Getting of the bus, book bag in hand, I somewhat gingerly approached the church. I was hardly dressed for Sunday services. As I was pondering this, I heard a bright, "Hi Kate," behind me and turned to look. It was Dave, the soon-to-be college athlete I'd met at the beginning of my excursion.

Laughing, I said, "Hi Dave."

"You remember? Why are you laughing?"

"No offense intended. I just can't believe the coincidence in meeting you here."

He smiled. "Yeah, probably didn't think I was the church-going type, did you? Have to admit, I didn't think you were either."

"Well, can't say that I am, but I met Rev. Brown on the bus after you got off."

"He's pretty cool, isn't he? Turns out he was quite a sprinter in his day." Dave joined me and we walked toward the church together. "So are you going to the service?"

"I don't know. I was just on my way home and saw the church. I'm not sure why I got off here."

He smiled again. "Divine inspiration?"

I knew he knew I was wearing the very same clothes he'd seen me in the day before. "Probably not. More like I'm not ready to go home just yet."

"Have a good time in the city?"

"Yeah, it was nice. How was your track practice."

"Brutal."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He laughed. "Don't be sorry. It's always like that. I don't want to be surprised when I get to college."

"Oh, I get it. Well then, I'm glad it was brutal."

Grinning, he said, "You're really a treat, Kate. Tell me, just how old are you? At first I thought you were about 15, but after what you said as I got off the bus and remembering the goth girl I'd seen before.... Well, I'm confused."

"And seeing me in the same clothes today probably doesn't give the sense I'm a 'nice' girl, does it?"

"Didn't say that. Just wondering how old you are."

"I'm 21."

"Wow."

"And I'd guess you're 18."

"And you'd be right."

I decided to lay my cards on the table. "So, Dave, I was thinking of attending church for the first time in a long time but, you know what? I don't have a clue as to what time it is or when services might start."

I thought he might laugh at me and walk away. Instead he sat down on the steps of the church and patted the concrete next to him. "Why not sit down?" I did, if very slowly. "It's about nine o'clock and services start in two hours," he told me. 
"So what are you doing here?"

"You'll never believe it."

"Try me."

"I'm here to practice."

"Really? Do they, like, have a track here or something?"

He laughed. "Not that kind of practice. I'm the organist. There relatively simple, but I like to go through the hymns and choir pieces one last time before doing the service."

He was right. I didn't believe it and told him so.

"Come on then. Let me show you," he said standing up and offering his hand. I took it and he led me into the church. Even with this display of confidence I'd didn't believe the guy who'd I'd teased the day before, this 18 year old guy, could possibly be the church organist.

As he led me down the main aisle in the sanctuary toward the organ console, he told me, "I started playing piano when I was nine. My mom plays. Then a few years ago the older guy, okay he was ancient, who was the organist here began to teach me to play this." We stood before the impressive instrument. "I liked it. He died a year ago and I've been filling in ever since. I sure hope they can find a permanent replacement before I go off to college." He flipped a couple of switches and I heard the organ come to life. "You like Bach?" he asked and then played a few bars. The church seemed to shake when the pipes filled with sound. He grinned. "Impressive, isn't it? It's not me, it's the instrument. It's a good one. You don't usually find one of this quality in a small church. I thank my teacher for that."

"Holy cow," I said, "I don't feel right being here dressed like this." Standing there in the sanctuary, especially after hearing the organ music, I felt completely out of place. My still warm behind reminded me of the erotic events of the day before and particularly of the last night.

Dave just smiled and said, "Well, I could quote some scripture about God's house being open to everyone and all that, but I doubt that'd put you at ease. Still, why don't you stay and listen while I practice. You can always leave well before services start." He patted the bench he sat on. "Please, sit down. I'd love to play for you."

Feeling very naughty, for the first time actually naughty rather than playfully so, I sat down on my sore ass.

"Before the service starts I'll play this piece by Bach," he told me then played the whole piece containing the little rift he'd done just a minute ago. When done, Dave said, "I think he was younger than me when he wrote that."

"Gosh it was beautiful."

"No one has ever written better." He grinned. "But theirs always something new to play." He launched into Heart and Soul and I laughed. He stopped and said, "I love your laugh. Here, you do the bass part. It goes like this." He showed me which pedals to push with my feet. Soon we were making music together, sure it was pretty lame, but I was having fun in a church for like the first time ever. Then he started singing in a fine baritone as he played.

"Heart and soul, I fell in love with you / Heart and soul, the way a fool would do, / madly / Because you held me tight / And stole a kiss in the night."

Jesus, I thought, he's like a fantasy guy, track star, organ player, singer. When he stopped, I muttered, "Oh, fuck."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I stood up saying, "I can't do this. You're too much, and I've just been out, well, you know...."

He took my hand. "Maybe fooling around a little bit?"

"More than a little."

"So? Did you hurt anyone?"

"Hell, er, heck, no."

"Then what's the harm?"

I looked around at the sanctuary and it's religious symbols. "Duh?"

"Oh, don't get caught up in the superficial stuff. It bothered me for a while too. But all this," he waved his hand at religious trappings surrounding us, "is just history, tradition. It's a big mistake, at least how I understand it, to put the symbolism before the message. And message is about love and concern for each other."

"I really wish I had said that," came a voice from behind. Both Dave and I twisted around to see Rev. Brown walking down the aisle toward us. "Hi Kate. Hi Dave. I heard Heart and Soul and it just drew me over here." He joined us. "Kate, Dave put it very well. This church is all about reaching out, not pushing people away. We have these old symbols, but a very relevant contemporary message. You can be a part of getting that message across. I don't preach about sinning or sinners, but about helping and extending a hand to others."

They were being too nice, I thought. "But on the bus, with both of you, I was...."

"You were playful. You're young and trying to find your way," said Rev. Brown.

"But...."

"And I'm sure Dave, just like me, couldn't take his eyes off you. We're men and hard wired to respond to a sexy woman. But I bet, just like me, Dave didn't take advantage of you." He took my hand. "It's okay to be a young sexy woman and want to express that. Just like it's okay to be a talented athlete like Dave here who can also be a fine musician. It's natural to want to express our gifts. And I think it's okay to be part of a church like ours where all of that is appreciated." He let my hand go. "What do you think? I've a choir robe that's just your size, you know."

And that's how I joined the choir. If I my say so, it's never been the same since.