"W-well, okay, but, er... I wouldn't exactly be able to, er, look away myself you know?"
"I know, and that sort of honesty is why I trust you enough to stand there." This was completely true. "And besides," I added, "You wouldn't be seeing anything you haven't already seen, would you?"
"Oh, right. I mean, I'm sorry about that, but-"
"Stop it!" I gave a nervous laugh, "We've already done that bit. Now I really had better get moving."
"Yeah," Mike's smile finally looked a little more relaxed, "And thanks."
"I was about to thank you, so I guess we should just both consider ourselves lucky and grateful."
"I certainly do."
"See you in a couple of minutes," I smiled and pulled back into the cubicle, letting the curtain fall back into place.
If the guy outside hadn't been quite so sober, genuine and decent there was no way I'd have gone as far as I already had – and equally, there's no way I would have felt nearly so horny. My heart was still racing but the threat of imminent orgasm was now controllable, and I had a glorious moment when I felt nothing but certainty, control and an incredible excitement. I was scared in the nicest sort of way – scared of just how much pleasure I was giving myself, but the sheer decency and honesty of Mike was the only thing making it all possible.
I knew that Jennifer would appear at any moment and that in any case, as soon as I had slipped on a couple of garments the whole episode would be over. I also knew that the chances of me ever doing something like this again were a little more remote than the chances of the average snowball's in hell. How much longer did I have? A minute? Two? Twenty seconds?
It just came to me – I needed to finish this whole thing off with one final, daring little act. It would make everything perfect and it would satisfy every little ounce of curiosity I possessed.
It would also make Mike's day. Week… Month… Year.
I picked up my discarded bra and placed the cups over my breasts. The touch of my own hands sent a delicious shiver coursing through my belly – a shiver that intensified as I took a deep breath and turned to face the curtain.
"Um, Mike?"
He gave a cough, "Yes?"
"I, um, feel really stupid but my hands are really shaking."
"I don't think that's silly," he said, "Mine are fairly shaky right now. Why does that make you feel silly?"
"Stupid," I corrected and then managed a laugh, "I was kinda hoping you might be able to help here because I'm shaking so bad that I can't get my bra done up."
There was silence for a few seconds. "I’d… er... love to be… the shakes… and... er... I'm not exactly an expert."
"I don't suppose so, but at least you can see what you're doing whereas I'm trying to do it behind my back." I prayed that he didn't realise that most of us would simply spin the bra around and do it up at our bellies if it had a difficult catch.
"Er, I guess so, but... I mean are you sure? I'd have to sort of look at what I was doing."
"I'm sure. It's either that or I go back to work bra-less, and I really don't fancy that. Besides, like I said earlier, you've already seen plenty and this is a one-off situation."
"Completely unique." There was a distinct quaver in his voice, "And you're definitely sure?"
"Totally. Quick now."
I think that was more for my benefit before I lost my nerve but in any case, Mike pushed the curtain aside and stood staring intently at my face.
With one arm holding the cups of my bra in place, I held up my other hand, "See? Shaking like a leaf."
Mike closed his eyes for a second, "Er, yes. What..." he stared into my eyes again, "What should I do?"
I turned my back to him and took a deep breath. Although Mike had seen a lot, he hadn't seen my butt in its tiny panties. Somehow I managed to say, "Just pull the two ends together and they kinda hook on."
I heard the curtain being pulled tight and felt Mike right up close behind me. He was at least six feet tall and I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head, and the heat of his body radiating so close to me.
His fingers, shaking more than my own, skittered across the bare flesh of my back as he grabbed the ends of the bra straps, "S... sorry. And I should warn you, I've never actually done this before."
"I can't say I've ever had it done for me before," I managed, now acutely aware – and delighted – that with his height advantage and his proximity, Mike would be able to see down my chest from where he was standing.
As soon as I felt the bra straps touching, I flexed my shoulders ever so slightly and said a bright 'thank you' – deliberately making sure that the bra wasn't fastened but pretending that I thought it was. I took my arm away from where it was holding the cups in place and started to turn even as Mike began to warn me that he hadn't actually got the straps hooked. As my arm descended, so, of course, did the bra.
Mike reacted faster than me (not hard since I was being deliberately obtuse) and as he grabbed at the falling garment, I brought my other hand up quickly.
The move was obviously unplanned, but it was simply perfect. Mike's quick reaction allowed him to catch the edge of one of the bra cups on two fingers – but my hand pushed both the bra and Mike's hand onto my chest, the momentum sliding his hand upwards until it came to rest against the underside of my left breast.
We both froze and our eyes locked on my once again exposed boobs – and on Mike's hand resting against me, my own hand holding it there.
If I'd thought that what I was experiencing earlier was excitement, then there can't be a word in any language for what I felt right then. The sensation of Mike's palm against the soft, smooth skin of my breast sent a bolt of pure ecstasy into my groin and I let out a wavering moan.
The noise had Mike pulling his hand away in a flash (so to speak) and he started to stammer apologies. I just shook my head until he stopped.
"Mike, please don't say sorry again."
"Why? I mean I just-"
"Listen." I glanced down at my breasts and then back into his fevered eyes, "This may sound like total bull, but I've never experienced anything like this and if you think you're lucky, then I promise you I'm luckier. I'll never have the nerve to do anything like this again, but..." As the truth came pouring out of me my excitement took on a new, fervid quality, "But... I'm enjoying it more than I can ever tell you."
"I d-doubt that," he managed, "I mean the luck thing."
"It was an accident, but now it's happened I just have to tell you that it's doing things to me that I've never felt before and I'm just so glad that it was someone like you that saw me because if it had been anyone else then I guess none of the rest of it would have happened, and Mike, I have to tell you this because you're decent," I took a quick gap of breath, "I have to tell you that when I asked for your help with the bra I could have managed on my own but I didn't really plan on doing anything more than letting you see a little more of me for a few seconds and not standing here half naked and loving it every time you take a peek at my boobs and more than all of that I never planned for you to touch me but now that you have I just have to explain how excited that's got me and I'm just so glad you're so nice and I really, really hope you don't think I'm some sort of dirty, twisted, bitch-"
"No! Oh, god, Nikki, no, of course not. You're just... gorgeous and, er, did you really mean that you enjoyed me looking and... er, everything else?"
I spread my arms, "Oh yeah. But this really is a one-off thing and by my guess, I reckon we've only got a few seconds before someone comes along."
"You promise me you were being serious about everything?" Mike's voice was low and urgent.
"Totally."
Mike swallowed, "Then if we've only got a few seconds, I just... I just want so much to..."
He had raised his hands in front of his chest and the realisation of what he wanted to do had my heart hammering in my chest. "You'll never tell a soul?"
"Not a chance. This is a one-off and a perfect secret."
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bsp; The honesty radiated off of him almost as much as his excitement, "I guess... I guess we'd better make the most of it then."
Mike's hands slowly turned so that his palms hovered an inch in front of my bare breasts. He looked deep into my eyes, gave a small, tight smile and mouthed 'thank you'. With a gentleness that I adore, his palms closed over my breasts and his fingers stroked the soft, upper slopes.
The effect was electric, and a lightning bolt of delicious ecstasy struck deep within my belly. I had closed my eyes at the first touch of Mike's hands on my breasts but as the lightning ignited something deep within me, they sprang open. I gave a long, shuddering gasp and clasped my hands over Mike's in case he mistook my reaction for displeasure.
My movement brought a gasp from him and his hands squeezed gently, his eyes locked on my body and his fingers.
The sensation inside me intensified so quickly that I was taken completely off guard. It was exactly like the sensation I'd gotten earlier when I knew that I could bring myself to orgasm right there in the changing cubicle – but it was also exactly different because this time the pressure was higher and the speed with which it come upon me left me no time for even the slightest attempt at control.
I gave another shuddering gasp as I realised that an orgasm wasn't just possible – it was now unstoppable. I shook my head in disbelief as the first tremor struck and I squeezed Mike's hands harder, trying to let him know that if he let go now then I might just have to kill him.
This guy might have been a middle-aged mummy's boy, but he wasn't so naïve the he didn't quickly realise what was happening. As the shudders intensified, he slipped his left hand free and placed it on my right butt cheek, squeezing deliciously even as he pulled me close.
The feel of his rock-hard cock pressing into my stomach freed my orgasm and I buried my head in his chest, giving in completely to the tidal wave that coursed through me. At its peak I felt Mike shuddering as well and the realisation that he was coming too had me moaning deep in my throat.
As wave after wave crashed through me, I pushed Mike's right hand lower until he cupped my mound, his fingers stroking more pleasure from me through the thin, damp material of my little panties.
Just as I thought I was regaining control the realisation that we could be caught washed it away and I was gasping and moaning as more waves of intense delight swept through me.
If, at that point, Mike had unzipped... I would have been helpless to refuse him. If I'd had more control of my body, I might even have started fumbling at his fly.
I'm glad, now, that we didn't. If I'm honest, I think any more pleasure would have melted my brain.
Finally, the shudders quietened to occasional tremors and I came to my senses to find my hands locked behind Mike's neck. His right hand was stroking my left breast and the sensation sent one last, large aftershock coursing through me.
As the last of the orgasm drifted away, I was shocked – again – to find that I felt not a single ounce of embarrassment. Maybe I was just too high, but I don't think so. I cupped Mike's hand in my own and stared up into his eyes. "Thank you."
"Thank you." He even managed to smile.
"The best one-off accident ever?"
"Oh yeah. The best ever."
I glanced at the curtain, "Do you think..."
"Jennifer walked past about three minutes ago and I just called out that we were fine."
"She didn't get suspicious?"
Mike gave a low laugh, "She thinks I'm a total mummy's boy and probably that I was just being a good boy scout and helping you tie your laces or something."
"See?" I grinned, relieved, "I knew I was the luckiest one."
"We could argue that one for a long time, but I guess that's not going to happen, right?"
I nodded, "I guess not. This has been incredible... but I don't think we'd ever get better than what just happened." Once more, I knew the words were true as soon as I said them.
When Mike returned the nod and whispered 'yeah' I felt a surge of something close to affection for him.
"I guess I'd better get dressed then and get out of here before we're arrested or something."
"Unfortunately yes, although I think it might be worth getting busted. You really are the most amazing woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."
"And you're pretty wonderful yourself," I told him, seriously, "I could never have had such a wonderful experience if you weren't so... well, nice. Meeting you has changed me."
Mike smiled, "I can only guess that it's for the better, but I'm just happy that I was the one."
Our mutual admiration society meeting was brought to an abrupt end by Jennifer's voice from outside, "Everything okay in there?"
Mike cleared his throat, "Fine thanks. I think Nikki can sort out the rest for herself now."
"Well, if you're sure?"
I bent and grabbed my bra, "Yes, fine thanks. Mike's been a great help. but I can cope on my own now."
Mike grinned and made to push through the curtain. On impulse I grabbed his arm and craned upwards, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, "Thanks!"
He hesitated before leaning down and returning the kiss, a gentle press of his lips against mine. He broke the embrace and our eyes locked. He was seeking permission and I soon realised what for. I nodded and whispered: 'one last time'.
Mike's right hand rose to my breasts and stroked them, sending the gentlest of tremors through me. His touch was both sensual and intimate – and it made me feel for a few seconds as if I was someone very, very special.
When he finally sighed and turned away, the sense of loss was palpable.
I stepped back as he pushed through the curtain and hurriedly pulled on my winter clothes before taking a few seconds to compose myself. When I was reasonably sure that I didn't look too much like a woman who had experienced the climax of her life, I picked up the dress and strode over to the cash register where Jennifer was waiting.
We exchanged all the usual pleasantries as I paid for the garment, and I resolutely ignored what I thought was a knowing look from the woman. I also made sure that she didn't notice me trying to see if Mike was waiting outside.
With my dress finally paid for, I walked out into the mall and looked in both directions.
Mike was nowhere to be seen and I nodded to myself. Part of me was disappointed, but another part thought that this was perfect. I now had the most perfect memory of a most perfect experience – a life-changing experience – and it was beautifully encapsulated for all time. If I never saw Mike again, then we'd never try to recapture the moment and would therefore leave it completely unsullied.
I set off back to the office, my entire body feeling warm and satisfied, an inner glow lightening my steps.
Back at my desk I was just getting back into the werewolf romp when another editor, Suzy wandered over.
"Hey Nikki," she pointed at the bag in which my new dress nestled, "I don't think I've ever known you to go shopping at lunchtime."
I gave her a mischievous smile, "Oh, it made a pleasant change."
Exploring the New Me
“My friend, Wendy, and I were married to twins, and we’d given them a rathe saucy, sexy show for their most recent birthdays. It was far further than I’d ever dared go before, a full strip spread over the course of the meal – unplanned and unstoppable. My own husband, Dave, had been overjoyed and that sensation was apparently intensified when I admitted that I had no regrets, despite it being the first time I’d ever done anything like that. He didn’t for one moment pressure me to do anything more… but he did confess that he had loved the show.”
After the twins' birthday dinner, and more to the point after the effect Wendy and a bottle or three of wine had on me, I was in a state of shock for a week or so. From a shy, demure (honest!) young woman who had never so much as accidentally flashed a guy, I was suddenly thinking all sorts of strange things.
Whenever I looked into Dave's eyes and saw that he was thinking about that w
ild night, I would start to tremble with excitement. Whenever I thought about his brother's eyes on me as Wendy and I got more and more daring, the trembling was worse.
I spent those days trying so very hard to make sense of what I was feeling, what had changed within me. And even when I did finally work out what was going on, I then had to get myself to believe it...
Quite simply, it was the daring of the act itself – doing something so wild and liberating... and best of all, it was the thought of me doing it. When my husband's brother had seen me like that, and when my own husband had got so turned on by his brother's eyes all over me... it kinda blew my mind. It set a wild part of me free that had been chained up my entire lifetime. And the pleasure I got out of it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
But after managing to be that honest with myself, what on earth was I supposed to do next? Part of me just knew I had to experience something like that again – but the old, shy part of me just didn't have a clue what I was going to do about it.
I was so confused that I thought I was going slightly mad – until Dave finally had enough of my sudden silences and little spells when I lost myself in thought. One night he sat me down and talked and talked and talked until I finally admitted what was on my mind.
When I'd finished explaining, all shame-faced and embarrassed beyond belief, to my shock, he laughed, pushed me back onto the bed, ripped off my panties and without a second of foreplay began to make love to me. Okay, he fucked me.
And it was heavenly.
For the next couple of days, we talked about ways I could start to explore this whole new side of me. The trouble was, the shy part of me, the sweet, demure me, just couldn't face actually carrying out some of the lovely ideas Dave came up with. Plus, I was adamant that I wouldn't replay the whole birthday night thing because that had nearly gone further than I would have been comfortable with afterwards.
I couldn't imagine that I could ever deliberately show off to another guy and we couldn't come up with a plan that would let me try it out and make it seem like an accident – which was what we had pretty much agreed was the only way forward.
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