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lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: The idea that Penny had a fantasy life that didn’t quite i […]

Wed, 11 Nov 2015 13:18:02 +0000

The idea that Penny had a fantasy life that didn’t quite include me intrigued me, though. She could only have been reliving the scene at the restaurant, but with extras. I wondered whether it was that specific waiter or the fact of showing off that turned her on.
I picked Penny up from her tennis club the following afternoon. I loved to see her d…[Read more]

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Sat, 07 Nov 2015 16:45:19 +0000

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: A couple of weeks after that, I came home from work in […]

Wed, 04 Nov 2015 05:13:20 +0000

A couple of weeks after that, I came home from work in mid-afternoon. The mid-summer weather was hot and sticky. My shirt had been sticking to my back in the office, so I thought I’d sneak off home and change. Our apartment was on the fourth floor of an art-deco building, with a balcony that ran across the whole front of the apartment and was…[Read more]

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Tue, 03 Nov 2015 12:49:13 +0000

I’m all in favour of self-indulgence! If you don’t please yourself, who can you please? I hope you didn’t think I was being sulky. The bit about asking nicely was intended as a joke.

Pete

Any thoughts/reflexions/comments, especially from you, are always welcome :o)

Pete

In reply to - lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments Since you asked so nicely, Mallory! Back in Germany, my thoughts returned to circumstances in which I could show off Penny again. I needed to test the link between her exposures and her desire for greater security in our relationship. I concluded that it would be more exciting for both of us if I waited a while before trying again. I wanted Penny to be on edge, certain that such a moment would arrive, but never knowing exactly when. Any husband who has shown off his wife knows it\'s a lot easier let the world see her breasts than anything else. I was dying for Penny to be exposed, but was not ready for that exposure to be obviously deliberate. One day when she was out, I spent an hour looking through Penny\'s expanding wardrobe to identify the outfits that were most promising. I decided that it would be more fun to wait until Penny wore something that lent itself to what I wanted. My best bet was a calf-length summer dress that buttoned all the way down the front and really tempted me. I waited. It was a hot day when she met me for lunch in the city. It was breezy as usual, in the wide and often wind-swept shopping streets of Saarbrücken. Penny\'s dress, beige, with a bold pattern of red flowers, swung nicely against her legs as she walked. As we entered the restaurant, she told me she was going to touch up her lipstick. She turned to go towards the Ladies\' and I had a brainstorm. \"Penny, while you\'re in there, take your bra off,\" I said. Penny just kept on walking. I couldn\'t be sure whether she\'d even heard me. Penny\'s tits weren\'t huge, so when she rejoined me, it was hard to see any change. We went to find our table, Penny walking ahead of me. A waiter came to pull her chair out. Penny turned to sit down, and it was then that I saw that she\'d unfastened the top five buttons of her dress, so it was open to well below the level of her tits. She leaned well forward as she sat down and the dress naturally fell open, giving me and the waiter a clear sight of Penny\'s neat and braless tits right down to her nipples. She picked up her napkin, her face expressionless, as if she was unaware of what she was showing us. I smiled to show her I approved. Penny asked for some water while we waited for our dishes to arrive. As the waiter was approaching with the carafe, Penny found it necessary to lean down to get something from her handbag. Again, the dress obligingly swung open. The waiter almost missed the table with the carafe, because he was having another good look down the front of Penny\'s dress. She sat up again and the waiter went away. “Do you want to put these in your pocket for me?” Penny asked. She reached across the table and handed me what she\'d retrieved from her bag…not her bra, but her little white knickers. I put them in my jacket pocket. She sat back, looking as if butter wouldn\'t melt in her mouth, poured herself a glass of water and sipped it. As I got my breath back, I was thinking hard. When I\'d examined the dress and identified it as a possible show-off outfit, I\'d counted that it had twenty buttons. Five were already undone, so that left fifteen, I could figure that out, even with my sexy thoughts control turned up to maximum. I could see another five that went down to Penny\'s waist, so that left ten for the rest of the dress. I leaned across to her. \"How would you feel about unfastening some more buttons?\" I asked. Penny confused me by standing up and swishing away from the table. I was worried, wondering if I had pushed too hard, too soon. Penny returned a couple of minutes later with the dress flapping open as she strode towards me. She was taking bigger steps than usual, which allowed the dress to show off a serious amount of leg. Each step exposed almost the full length of her thigh. I caught my breath. Not even a hand\'s breadth above where the remaining buttons kept her decent, Penny’s black pubic curls were bare. She sat down again. Our dishes arrived and we ate. Penny finished her last mouthful, put down her knife and fork, pushed her plate away and leaned over the table, which gave me another look at her breasts and her hard nipples. I lifted my glass in a toast to her. She pushed her chair back, turned sideways, sat back a little and crossed her legs. The skirt of the dress fell open, parting to either side of her thighs. The waiter returned and I watched his expression change as he came closer to our table. The direction from which he was approaching meant Penny was facing him, so whatever I could see, so could he, and more. He handed me the bill and I paid. Penny was about to stand up, when I asked her to stay just as she was, so I could check out the waiter’s eye-view. The dress was open all the way up to the top of Penny\'s thighs. The waiter had to have realized he was looking at pubic hair, I held my hand out to Penny and she stood up. We walked out of the restaurant and headed towards where Penny\'s car was parked in a side street. I kissed her and was about to leave her to go back to the office when she said, \"Get in.\" I got into the car. Penny pushed her seat right back, spread her thighs and caressed herself with her fingers. She was very wet and it didn\'t take long before she shuddered and came. I took her dripping hand and kissed her fingers, got out of the car and went back to work.

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: Since you asked so nicely, Mallory! Back in Germany, my […]

Tue, 03 Nov 2015 07:43:32 +0000

Since you asked so nicely, Mallory!

Back in Germany, my thoughts returned to circumstances in which I could show off Penny again. I needed to test the link between her exposures and her desire for greater security in our relationship. I concluded that it would be more exciting for both of us if I waited a while before trying again. I wanted…[Read more]

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Mon, 02 Nov 2015 15:31:38 +0000

Twice? How very self-indulgent of you! I’m delighted that it had that effect. Would you care to read the next part?

In reply to - lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments I stayed off the subject of Penny’s exposure in the store for a quite some time after that. I was itching to see her exposed again, but I knew there was no point in pushing her, Penny was never a willing pushee. I’d treated her to a trip to Berlin for a concert to celebrate her twenty-seventh birthday, with a night in a really swish hotel, when the next chance presented itself. After the concert we’d been for a few beers and then collapsed into bed and slept. When I woke up in the early morning, I looked at my watch. It was just after seven thirty. I went for a leak and on my way back to bed, I stopped to admire the view. Penny had thrown off the sheet that we were sleeping under, and the short baby-blue nightdress she’d bought for the trip had ridden up. For once, she was naked under it. The sight of Penny’s bare bottom, which was like a peach, gave me a hard-on as usual. I was about to take advantage of her, when I had an even better idea… I patted Penny on her bare bottom. She didn’t even twitch, so I knew she was still fast asleep. Very carefully, I picked up the bedside phone and quietly ordered breakfast to be brought to our room. I opened our door a fraction, so whoever who brought the breakfast would know not to knock. I sat in bed and waited, ruffling up the sheet to conceal that my cock was rigid. When I heard the trolley out in the corridor, my pulse rate shot way up. My mind was racing. Would it be a man or a woman? Old or young? Would they be shocked or appreciative? Was I crazy? A waiter, wearing a pristine white jacket and black trousers with a knife-edge crease, backed into the room with the trolley. I glanced at Penny. She was still spark out, flat on her face, legs together but with her naked buttocks in full view. The waiter turned round. He was middle thirties, at a guess, probably Turkish, like most of the hotel staff. As he pushed the trolley across the room, his eyes kept straying to Penny’s ass with an air of appreciation. I gently stroked her bottom and felt her stir. The waiter was busy arranging cups and plates on the table across the room, but still with half an eye on Penny. I took a deep breath, tapped her a little harder on her buttocks and said, “Breakfast, honey.” Penny grunted, stretched…and turned over. The waiter’s eyes opened wider as her bush was revealed. Then Penny opened her eyes and took on board that we weren’t alone and that she was naked from the waist down. She squeaked and grabbed the sheet to cover herself up. That left me with little Willie out in the open and I grabbed some of it back. The waiter’s carefully correct expression didn’t falter. He bowed, quite formally, then smiled at each of us in turn, then left. Penny punched me in the ribs. “Bastard,” she said. “What did he see?” The tone of her voice reassured me that I was in the clear. “Your beautiful ass.” I said, trying to sound calm. “And your bush. That wasn’t my fault. I didn’t expect you to turn over.” Penny went quiet for a second and then flipped back the sheet that was hiding my stiffy. She grabbed it and gave me a blowjob that had me throbbing within a minute. Just as I was about to come, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. I didn’t need a second invitation and we fucked for an age. Penny was totally absorbed by what I was doing to her and I felt slightly guilty about watching her in a conveniently-placed mirror while I pounded her. It was a trick I’d learned with Fiona. It took my mind off the sensitivity of my dick and so delayed the inevitable. Besides, Penny in mid-fuck was well worth watching. She writhed and squirmed, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, thrusting her hips upwards to get all of me as deep into her as possible. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open. She sounded like an unfit jogger two miles into a marathon, half gasping, half sobbing. I never tired of watching Penny straining to reach her climax. A tiny movement in the mirror caught the corner of my eye. I lowered my head a fraction to see what had caused it. If it had been possible for my erection to become harder, it surely would have. The door was open a crack and I could make out the waiter’s eye as he watched us screwing. I went wild. Missionary, doggie, with Penny folded in two, we did it all. As had happened after the blouse episode, Penny came twice, so I knew that being shown to the waiter had turned her on in the same way. I only came once, but, oh boy…. It was so good it hurt. By the time I’d recovered, the door had closed and the voyeur waiter had disappeared. Penny headed off to the bathroom to clean up and I lay back and reflected. That was twice she’d been exposed, first tits and now ass and pussy, and twice it had turned her on. What could I arrange next?

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Mon, 02 Nov 2015 08:36:23 +0000

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: I stayed off the subject of Penny’s exposure in the store f […]

Mon, 02 Nov 2015 07:04:16 +0000

I stayed off the subject of Penny’s exposure in the store for a quite some time after that. I was itching to see her exposed again, but I knew there was no point in pushing her, Penny was never a willing pushee. I’d treated her to a trip to Berlin for a concert to celebrate her twenty-seventh birthday, with a night in a really swish hotel, whe…[Read more]

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Mon, 02 Nov 2015 00:06:03 +0000

Thank you for the message, Mallory. There are two more posts after that one. One one from3 weeks three days ago and one from 1week 5 days ago. I posted them in experiments, I hope. Are they not visible to you? Let me know and I’ll try again, or I can post them for you personally if you care to tell me how!

In reply to - lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments Did I put the two most recent postings in the wrong place, Mallory? Let me know whether you have read them and I\'ll post he next piece, I hope where it should be! Apologies if I got it wrong

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: Did I put the two most recent postings in the wrong place, […]

Sun, 01 Nov 2015 17:11:23 +0000

Did I put the two most recent postings in the wrong place, Mallory? Let me know whether you have read them and I’ll post he next piece, I hope where it should be! Apologies if I got it wrong

lexdepenny joined the group Your Fantasies

Tue, 20 Oct 2015 12:36:25 +0000

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Thu, 24 Sep 2015 06:04:33 +0000

Lol. Wait and see

In reply to - lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments A German colleague invited us for dinner and Penny said she needed something more formal to wear, so we went looking. “Clothes are expensive here, aren’t they?” Penny said, looking at some of the tags. ”I suppose it isn’t really your decision to have this dress,” I said. “It’s almost business, so how about if I get it?” “You will? Great! Thank you Pete!” “Up to a point, I’ll pay,” I added quickly. “No Balenciaga, though, please!” True to gender, Penny came up with a dress she really liked, with a price that made both of us draw in a sharp breath. “You could pay part of it,” I suggested. Penny had started to give English lessons to the daughter of a couple she’d met at the tennis club, but what she was paid for it I didn’t ask. “I think I’ll keep looking.” Penny was clearly taking me at my word that she could hang on to whatever she earned. Since I would be buying whatever dress she chose, I decided to work out some other way of easing my pain. In the next store, while she was trying some dresses on, I had a look at what was on offer that could look sexy. I found a red blouse that was almost transparent and that I was sure would look good on Penny. When she came out of the changing room, she was wearing a dress that looked good on her, but certainly wasn’t that week’s special offer. I told her she looked fantastic in it. In fact, it was smart and perfectly respectable, but that wasn\'t my purpose in telling her how great she looked. I pulled a face at the price, then I turned, as if I\'d only just noticed the red blouse. \"Are you up for a dare?” I asked. “What sort of dare?” “Go take your bra off and model this for me and the dress is yours.\" Penny examined the blouse, taking in that it was pretty much transparent. Her face was a picture. \"Pete, there are people,\" she said, looking around at the other customers, among whom were several couples. \"I know.\" \"It’s see-through, Pete. Anyone who looks at me will see my tits. You want them to see my bare tits? Here? In public?\" \"Yep. Not just them. I want to see your bare tits in public, too.\" “It’s the sort of dumb thing that I’d have done as a teenager. I’m twenty-six, Pete.” “That will make it all the nicer for everyone because you’re a real woman showing a real woman’s tits, not a dumb teenage girl flashing her bee stings.” \"You\'re crazy.\" Penny said. She hesitated for a few more seconds, then grabbed the red blouse and disappeared into the changing room. My heart was thumping while I waited. When she appeared, she was holding her hands in front of her chest and staying well back from the shop floor. I beckoned her forward. She went pink before taking one step, then another, until she was out among the clothes racks. She paused, looking around nervously at the other shoppers. Several men were already taking an interest. Penny took her hands away and I got an instant, raging hard-on. The blouse hid nothing. Penny\'s trim tits were on full, public display. Her dark nipples were very obvious and looked interestingly erect. Her face was bright red with embarrassment. She stood motionless for maybe ten seconds, then turned and fled back into the changing room. \"Satisfied?\" she asked, as I paid for the dress. I was very satisfied, but the experience had given me a desire for more. That night our lovemaking was very intense and Penny came twice, which didn\'t happen every day. We didn\'t discuss the blouse or the people who\'d seen her almost topless, but both of us knew why we were both so turned on. I started to watch out for another chance to show off my lovely lady.

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: A German colleague invited us for dinner and Penny said she […]

Wed, 23 Sep 2015 16:18:20 +0000

A German colleague invited us for dinner and Penny said she needed something more formal to wear, so we went looking.
“Clothes are expensive here, aren’t they?” Penny said, looking at some of the tags.
”I suppose it isn’t really your decision to have this dress,” I said. “It’s almost business, so how about if I get it?”
“You will? Great! Thank…[Read more]

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Wed, 23 Sep 2015 06:28:28 +0000

It had always been a pleasure to look at Penny when she was dressing, showering and so on. I like looking at attractive women any way, always have, since I was a boy. If the woman in question also happens to give me a little view of her cleavage, or a little further up her legs than is “normal”, all the better. It’s the transgressive element that…[Read more]

In reply to - lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments Neither of us asked questions about the other’s sexual history. As a bachelor earning good money, I’d had plenty of opportunities to enjoy sex in South America and I assumed that Penny had done something similar in New York. There was a tacit assumption that I wouldn\'t ask how she was such an expert when she gave me a blowjob and she never asked where I\'d learned about cunnilingus. I can’t say I wasn’t curious, but I decided to let that sleeping dog lie. Through the year that followed, we spent the better part of our times together, in both senses, in bed. At that point I got an offer to go and work in Germany. I was keen, but the idea of being so far from Penny made me hesitate. I discussed it with her, but things had stalled until one very early morning she called me long-distance. “Pete?” I could hear anger in her voice, mixed with panic. “A problem?” I asked. “They fired me. The bastards just fired me!” “No!” It didn’t make sense. I knew Penny was a conscientious, hard-working employee, who put in what seemed to me to be ridiculously long hours at her desk. “What happened?” She explained that the bosses at her firm had been sailing too close to the wind and had just been caught out. The upshot was that while the big guns were fined a pitiful amount, they “let go” all their staff. No compensation, and a black mark on Penny’s CV that would make it hard to find a new job. She got onto the next plane and once I had comforted her, I brought up the subject of our future. “There’s nothing to stop you now. Please will you come with me?” I asked. “I don’t speak German.” “You’re an intelligent woman. You can learn,” I encouraged her. “Even the dumbest Germans can speak German. You talk Spanish with your grandmother, don’t you? So German shouldn’t be too difficult.” “Easy for you to say that, Pete,” Penny said. She sat in silence for a while. “On the other hand, there’s nothing for me here until the scandal dies down.” She shrugged. “I could do with a rest, too. I’ve been shattered for months now. And I’m sick of having to dress up every day for work.” “How would you like the chance to be a casually-dressed lady of leisure in Germany, at least for a time, while you get up to speed on the language?” I asked her. “Maybe you could teach some private English lessons? I can afford to keep us both for a while, so anything you earn will be yours to spend on riotous living…but if it’s sexy riotous, I hope you’ll let me join in. How does that sound?” “I get to keep whatever I earn?” Penny sounded more enthusiastic. However much she had been earning, and it had been considerable, she’d always struggled to break even at the end of the month. “You do.” “That’s tempting. Oh well. I enjoyed being in England and I guess Germany can’t be too different,” she said after a little thought. ”Okay. Leap and the net will appear. Let’s do it. I’m in.” I went first, to set up house and start work. Penny arrived a few weeks later, carrying a single bag. “That’s all you have?” I asked. I was used to Penny turning up even for a weekend with at least two big cases. “New country, new start,” she said. “I sold off all my work outfits and a load of other stuff as well. Everything I own in the way of clothes is in this case. Live light is my new motto.” Which was fine for a while, until she asked me what it meant when she overheard one of our neighbors referring to her as \"unsere Jeansdame\". That pissed Penny off and she asked me if I would take her shopping. Having just moved country, we were not in a position to lash out for an expensive fashion makeover, so off we went to one of the major department stores in the city. The saleswoman was very helpful and made suggestions as to what would suit Penny. They disappeared into the changing room. When Penny emerged, she was different. I couldn’t recall ever having seen her in a skirt before. Even at tennis she usually wore track pants. I was very much aware that Penny\'s ass was seriously cute in or out of her habitual jeans and that her boobs were pretty neat too. Now, it sank in for the first time, really, that her legs were well up to that same standard. The skirt she bought that day fell maybe a couple of inches above her knee and the way it swung as she walked made me wish it had been shorter…a lot shorter. I demonstrated my enthusiasm that night and told Penny I’d love to see her in something less conservative. She didn’t fight my suggestion and her second skirt, my choice since I was paying, showed a lot more leg. It was made of a lighter material, too, which made it float a little as she walked. Not long after that, we were walking through the middle of Saarbrücken when Penny stopped to look in a shop window. I was standing a few paces behind her when a gust of wind blasted down the street. Penny wasn\'t the only woman who found herself with her skirt whipped up round her waist. A couple of guys who were passing got an eyeful of her skimpy pale-blue underwear and one of them gave me a big grin of appreciation. A light came on in that part of my brain devoted to sexy thoughts. Penny’s exposure was accidental and nothing to do with me, but I knew instantly that if I got a chance I would show her off. I\'d have to be careful what I said to Penny about it, though. Although she\'d gotten used to wearing a skirt, I couldn’t be sure she’d be comfortable knowing how much I, and others, had enjoyed that moment. For the following week or so, I spent an unreasonable amount of my day-dreaming time wondering how a repeat performance might come to pass.

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: Neither of us asked questions about the other’s sexual h […]

Tue, 22 Sep 2015 15:07:11 +0000

Neither of us asked questions about the other’s sexual history. As a bachelor earning good money, I’d had plenty of opportunities to enjoy sex in South America and I assumed that Penny had done something similar in New York. There was a tacit assumption that I wouldn’t ask how she was such an expert when she gave me a blowjob and she never ask…[Read more]

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: Time passed. After graduation I heard from Abi, via Maurice, […]

Mon, 21 Sep 2015 20:53:12 +0000

Time passed. After graduation I heard from Abi, via Maurice, that Penny had taken a job in finance in New York. I spent three years working in Peru. My contract ended and I went to make a long-delayed visit to my parents. Nothing seemed to have changed there, my mom spent my first evening back harping on about my failure to write and bending my…[Read more]

lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments: Part 2...still not a lot of sex, but it is coming, I promise. […]

Mon, 21 Sep 2015 20:52:40 +0000

Part 2…still not a lot of sex, but it is coming, I promise. I don’t know how much I can post at any given time, yet.
Any comments or questions welcome

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Mon, 21 Sep 2015 15:52:37 +0000

I will do. Probably tomorrow. Thank you for responding. If you have any questions you want to ak, please go ahead.

Pete

In reply to - lexdepenny posted an update in the group Your Experiments ¬Maurice, my roommate, had been wearing out my ears with his yearning for Abigail ever since he had been introduced to her while trying out for the marching band, he in the brass section and she with her flute. He swore blind it was her personality that entranced him, even when I pointed out that Abi’s splendid pair of tits might have entered into the equation. Now he’d plucked up the courage to ask her out, he’d begged me to provide transport to a movie. I was well aware that my presence was really to ride shotgun, to make sure his nerve didn’t fail. I’d expected to be a complete gooseberry while Maurice got on with wooing Abigail, but now it seemed that Abigail was able to supply the common sense so lacking in Maurice, because she’d told him she’d bring a friend with her. Maurice was still dithering about which aftershave to use, so we were late setting off and it was getting dark when I pulled into a parking space a little way along from the girls’ apartment block. We got out of the car as two figures emerged from the building. The smaller one had to be Abigail, whom I’d met. She was tiny and almost waif-like. The other girl was slim and taller than average. So far, so nice. Once she got to within range of the street lighting, though, my eyes almost popped out. Bright orange hair gelled up into spikes crowned Abi’s companion. Vast harem pants ballooned around her legs, teamed with a ragged black tee shirt. Over that, she was wearing a leather biker jacket with U2 in studs on the left front. I was about to crack a lame joke that I didn’t think that Irish bands marched, when I noticed the other side of the jacket had a matching capital F. FU2. F… you, too, I thought. I braced myself for an uncomfortable evening. Maurice leapt to greet his beloved as they approached the car. The other girl came round to where I was standing by the driver’s door. “Hello. I assume you’re Pete? I’m Penny,” Miss Bad-Attitude said, in a voice like melting chocolate and with the most beautiful smile I had seen in a lifetime, “Marching band, too?” I croaked, rapidly adjusting my preconceptions. “Not a hope. Tone-deaf. I’m in the swim team, though. I dive, springboard.” Penny corrected my guess, “I’m on the tennis team, too, but only for doubles.” “Wow. Multi-talented,” I commented, still trying to reconcile the appearance with the voice. I play tennis, but not to that sort of standard, so I didn’t mention it. Penny turned her head away from where Maurice was busting a gut in his efforts to impress Abigail with his prowess in Dungeons and Dragons. “He’s trying too hard,” she murmured to me. “Tell him he can relax. Abi really likes him.” “Will do. I seem to have been voted in as Maurice’s counsellor. He’s my roommate. Abigail is your friend?” “My roommate, but she’s become a friend. She’s another one who needs a mentor as much as a friend. Her life so far has been nothing but school books and classical music, from what she tells me. I had to push her all the way to the band trials. Maurice’s invite to a movie reduced her to a quivering jelly. As I was getting ready, she told me she’s already decided Maurice is the one.” “Really? That’s fast work,” I said. “Don’t let the little girl lost act fool you. Abi has determination like steel, once she’s made up her mind.” “I’m pretty sure Maurice will be happy with someone like that. He’s a star in his own little world, but everyday things are not his strong point. Witness the film he’s chosen.” “Die Hard 2 wouldn’t have been my pick for a first date,” Penny said. “Maurice is hardly Bruce Willis, is he?” she giggled. “He’s more Bill Gates. IT wizard and almost as likely to be rich, unlike me.” “I see.” I smiled. Many a blind date has started less well. Penny seemed cool with the role that she and I had been selected to play. It was a big change from the girl with whom I had recently broken up. Fiona might have looked more conventionally attractive, but she had been brash and very loud, especially when drunk. Exciting for a while, but wearing in the longer term. Penny was much more relaxing to be with and easy on the eye, too, once I’d got used to the trimmings. We’d been sitting in the dark for maybe twenty minutes when my knee, by accident I swear, nudged Penny’s. I was surprised when she returned the pressure. I’d been on the point of apologising. Her hand came over to grip mine, then took it back so it was resting on her thighs. She turned towards me. “I like you,” she murmured. “You’re nice, too,” I said. Dazzling repartee didn’t seem to be the order of the day. “After the movie, how about you and I go for a drive?” Penny asked. “Sure. Do I drop off Maurice and Abigail first?” I asked, tentatively. “That would be good.” We didn’t make the drive. Abigail took one look at Penny and me and announced that she would walk Maurice back to the campus. Penny and I went back to my car, which luckily was in a dark corner of the parking lot and without a word, met up in the back seat, by what seemed mutual consent and telepathy. There isn’t a lot of space in an elderly Honda Civic. I liked it that Penny giggled as we went through the contortions of getting enough clothes off to make a start on sexual exploration. Fortunately, Penny’s harem pants had an elasticated waist. Her panties slid down and off with them. I gave Penny the benefit of what I’d learned from Fiona, for whom a good licking was the indispensable prelude to penetration. I had to find my way through a thicket of pubic hair, but Penny’s reaction was well worth the effort. She made appreciative noises and shortly leaned over and returned the compliment. Fiona had been less keen to suck my cock, so I was in no position to rate Penny’s technique, but she had me on edge for what felt like an eternity. At the crucial moment, she straddled me and we had the most amazing fuck. I’d thought I was on the point of coming, but I lasted for long enough to make it all worthwhile. Penny climbed out of the car naked from the waist down and squatted to let my offering drip out of her. I didn’t look, feeling that we weren’t on those sort of terms yet. “Pete, can you pass me my knickers so I can mop up?” Penny said after a moment “Your what?” “Oh, all right, then. My panties, if you must.” The sarcastic emphasis on the word left me puzzled. I did as ordered. Penny gave herself a perfunctory wipe and got back into the car. “Panties,” she explained as she stuffed the soggy cottons into a pocket, “are either what I wore age five or what dirty old men call women’s underwear,” “Okay, but knickers? What kind of word is that?” “My dad’s Air Force. When I was fourteen he was posted to a base in England. I went to an English school for two years. One day of having the other girls in my class in hysterics over my accent when I said panties and I haven’t used the word since. And this,” Penny demonstrated by pulling her sweater off over her head, “is a jumper.” “I don’t care what you call them,” I told her, unclipping her bra and nuzzling up to a very neat pair of tits. “Knickers and jumper sounds fine to me.” We talked and explored each other some more and I discovered that she didn’t shave her underarms either, She smelt warm and sexy. Eventually, we got cold and I drove her back to her place. We had several more dates and some very enjoyable sex, but then Penny drifted away from me, claiming pressure of work. I made attempts to bring it back together, but somehow she was never available when I suggested a date. I had no idea whether I’d done something wrong or if she’d met someone else. Most of the events I\'m going to tell about date from a little time ago. I\'ve tried to convey the tone and content of the dialogue. It may not have been said quite like that, though. Hey, I\'m a writer!

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¬Maurice, my roommate, had been wearing out my ears with his yearning for Abigail ever since he had been introduced to her while trying out for the marching band, he in the brass section and she with her flute. He swore blind it was her personality that entranced him, even when I pointed out that Abi’s splendid pair of tits might have entered in…[Read more]

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