Malcolm moved his hand a few inches up Alison’s leg, working itself between the loose folds of her skirt. Still, the fabric lay across her lap, but Alison’s heart beat harder as Malcom’s hand stopped on the top of her thigh.
Alison took another sip from her drink. Malcolm watched again as she reached for her glass and her top fell away from her chest then, as she put her arm down again, it again barely covered her. His eyes followed the line of bare skin from her neck, down her chest, and across her stomach. He imagined his lips kissing every inch of bare skin he could see. It had been months since he had last kissed her breasts, and suddenly he could think of nothing else.
“Do you remember last time we were here?” Malcolm asked Alison. She raised an eyebrow, too nervous to articulate words. “Back on our second date, you were wearing a blouse or something, and I think I tried to put my hand inside your top.”
Alison gave a small laughed at the memory. She had slapped at Malcolm’s hand at the time: it was too early in their relationship for her to give in that easily.
Malcolm reached over and put his hand on the top of her breast. “I think I was trying to distract you with a kiss,” he said, and he leaned towards her and their lips met. Alison’s eyes closed and she felt Malcolm’s hand move down her breast to cup her nipple. She gasped a little, but the kiss continued.
“Hmmm,” Miss Ashdown said, “So how do we tap this…. well of sexuality… I suppose it worked for me, so… Lift your arms up above your head for me again, draw a deep breath and close your eyes.” Jessica did so and felt one of Miss Ashdown’s hands rest lightly on her stomach and the other on the small of her back. “Now breathe gently and deeply and try to imagine you’re standing on the stage, ready to practice for a big concert tonight. You just want to loosen up and get used to the surroundings before you play in front of an audience.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “And since the place is deserted you’ve snuck onto the stage in your underwear.”
Jessica stood, her arms above her, her eyes closed, and barely restrained a giggle. Miss Ashdown felt her stomach move in and out with her breathing, and then continued her story.
“But there’s one thing that you notice, that you’re not supposed to notice. There’s someone sitting in the back row, in the dark, and he’s someone you’ve been trying to attract the attention of for quite some time.” Jessica blushed again. “He was walking through and he saw a beautiful young woman walk onto the stage in her underwear and start to stretch, and he just had to stay and watch, very quietly.”
Jessica’s breathing continued but Miss Ashdown felt a tremble in her stomach. “You can’t let him know that you’ve seen him in the shadows; that would ruin everything. So you decide to make the most of the opportunity that’s fallen into your lap. You decide that you’re going to give him the most passionate performance of your life and you know that, after this, he’ll be at the show tonight, and he’ll come and find you afterwards, and you’ll know that, if you want him, you can have him.”
The final step came when, one late afternoon, I walked out to the car in my bikini, wearing my tallest heels and sunglasses to hide my eyes. I caught a sight of my reflection in the door mirror as I walked and it made me stop. I felt like I was the very essence of sex appeal. And then, I realised that I needed to get rid of my safety net. I unclipped my bikini top and untied the bottoms and tossed them back on the porch. I continued the walk to the car naked and climbed in, feeling like a supermodel and wishing that someone was there to see me.
I pressed the starter button and the V8 engine roared into life. I carefully checked the fuel gauge: I had well over half a tank and I was only going to be out for an hour. I was all set.
I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.
“It was my husband’s only rule: women were only allowed to wear hats on the boat. Luckily I brought mine or I could have ended up naked, huh?”
I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.
I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.
“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”
Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.
“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.
“And where’s Tina?”
“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”
I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.
Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.
“You’re crazy, Selena,” Iris told her.
“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s stripped to her underwear but still lost a contest,” she retorted.
“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.
Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.
“But where was I… Oh yes. You see, I gave Mishka lots of pieces of paper with different horse names written on them this afternoon, and she has distributed them to many of the ladies attending today. Some have ignored them, some have placed bets and won, never to return, and some have lost at the first or second bet. Lady Jessica was satisfied to wager her jacket and she left with some of my money, but unfortunately I could not entice her to make a second bet.”
That part of it made sense to Lady Jane. Jess had won money and her jacket back and had sensibly stopped there.
“And then there was Lady Fortnum, who is now without a jacket. That one will soon be hanging in Mishka’s wardrobe. Unfortunately, I did not guess the winner correctly and so, having been given an incorrect tip, she was not drawn to place another bet.
“Then Lady… what was her name Mishka?”
“Lady Porchester,” Mishka replied in an accent that was even thicker than Sergey’s.
“Yes, Lady Porchester… Her jacket is now very tightly buttoned as she was willing to stake her blouse on a second wager, although unfortunately no more. Oh how I wish she had been wearing a… what is it you call it?… a bolero rather than a jacket. But unfortunately her state of undress is not apparent at a glance, and she retained her bra in any case. Perhaps if I had been lucky with the horse I had chosen for her second bet she would have taken a third and we would have seen a bit more.” Sergey shrugged with a wistful look on his face.
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