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Chapter 11.
I finished my drink as quickly as I could. I wasn't used to drinking beer, not in these quantities anyway, and as I stood to leave the table I staggered slightly. Keith grabbed hold of my arm to steady me, and then pulled me close into him, slipping his arm round my waist as he did so. We stood for a few moments, waiting for the others to get ready, and I felt his hand drop from my waist to my hips, and then to my bottom. He was stroking and kneading my bottom in full view of anyone who cared to watch. Then he 'passed' me over to Paul, who started to do the same.
Finally everyone was ready to leave, and I followed Alan, Neil Keith and Lin out of the pub. Paul's hand was still on my bottom as we walked out. "Nice arse." He muttered in my ear as we walked. "Can't wait to give it a bit of punishment."
It was dark as we left the pub, and the cool night air was refreshing, and brought back some of my senses. I hadn't been allowed to put my jacket on, and the coolness of the air made my nipples harden again. It had started to rain quite heavily, and this also helped to offset the effects of the beer I had drunk. Nevertheless, I still felt lightheaded from the beer, and also the effects of an evening of almost constant manhandling.
We made our way to the cars. No one seemed to be in any hurry, as we walked quite slowly across the car park. Then I realised why. The rain had started to soak into my T-shirt, causing it to cling to my body and go almost transparent. I wasn't the only one who had noticed this, as they all took a good look at my chest. I looked down, and I could clearly see the pink of my nipples through the wet cotton. I shivered. Partly from the chill, partly from the sheer arousal the cold was causing to my stimulated nipples.
We reached Lin's car, and instead of opening the doors, she went instead to the boot. Opening this, she turned to me and said "Take your trainers off, and put them in here."
I did as I was told, and felt the chill from the car park puddles seep into my feet. My jacket was thrown in after my trainers, and then Lin said "Now the jeans. Take them off."
They had all gathered round in a circle to watch, clearly enjoying themselves. I opened the button of my jeans, lowered the zip, and then pushed them down to my ankles. I took them off and threw them into the boot, which Lin then slammed shut.
"Right then, who wants her in their car?"
Andy was first to respond. "You had her coming here, we'll have her on the way back. Fair enough?"
They all agreed that this was fair, without any reference to me of course. Andy turned and walked over to his car, Richard and Paul followed, and I padded along behind them wearing only a now very wet T-shirt, which left nothing to the imagination, and my white knickers, which were also in danger of becoming wet and transparent.
Andy's car was some distance away from Lin's, and they still seemed to be in no rush to get there. I looked back to see the others getting into Lin's car, huge grins on all of their faces.
We finally found Andy's car, and he opened the doors to let us all in. Andy was driving, Richard got into the front passenger seat, and Paul got in the back with me. I was shivering from the cold as Andy started the engine.
We started to pull away, and Paul immediately started to fondle my breasts through my T-shirt. After a few moments he said "Take that thing off, I want a good look."
I struggled in the back of the car to get the soaking shirt off, and then handed it to Paul, who dropped it onto the floor. Then I had to sit facing him as he stared at my breasts. He was clearly enjoying the view, and soon started to fondle and cup them, paying particular attention to my sensitive nipples. I started to feel the familiar sensations of arousal as he happily mauled me.
And then we had left the village, and there were no streetlights. "Turn the light on Andy, I can't see what I'm doing here." Paul called. Andy duly obliged, and we continued on our way with the inside of the car lit up so that anyone we passed would have a clear view of him groping my breasts.
"You play with them for a bit." He ordered. I started to gently squeeze and knead my breasts; I cupped them and stroked my nipples, becoming more and more randy as I did so.
Then Paul reached out and grabbed the waistband of my knickers. He pulled the elastic tight, and then peered down the front at my shaven mound. "Fucking great. She's as bald as a chimps arse down there, look."
Richard turned in his seat to look, and Paul pulled the waistband lower. I was still playing with my breasts, and the look on Richard's face was one of pure lust. "Fucking stop the car, mate, I want to get in the back with these two."
The car stopped, and I was quickly joined in the back by Richard. I was now sandwiched between the two of them. Richard quickly grabbed hold of my knickers and removed them completely. I was now totally naked in the back of the car, which was still lit up for all to see.
Paul was the first to reach out for my pussy. He closed his hand over my hot slit, and began to stroke it up and down. Then he spread my lips with his fingers and bent over to have a good look. Richard joined him, and they both amused themselves for several minutes by playing with my sensitive little hole. They took it in turns to push a finger or two into me. They would withdraw their fingers and smell them, making crude remarks as they did so. Then Paul started to rub gently on the head of my clit and I moaned out loud. Soon I was writhing around on the back seat as the two of them tickled and stroked my slit. One would push his fingers into me, while the other played with my clit. All the time I had to keep on playing with my breasts. I was close to climax; I could feel it building within me. I had closed my eyes in concentration, trying to catch my climax. I opened them and saw that we had reached the outskirts of the city, and there were streetlights again. I yelped in horror, and tried to close my legs, but they wouldn't allow this. Instead, they made me put my legs over theirs, spread-eagling me. They continued to torment my aching pussy, and I continued playing with my breasts. I saw other cars on the road, and people walking along outside the car.
I begged them to let me cover up or at least put out the interior light, but they refused, and continued playing with my most intimate place. Then we stopped at some traffic lights. I looked around anxiously, hoping that no one would see me. The lights seemed to be taking hours to change. Paul and Richard then each put one of their legs over mine, effectively pinning me in position.
Then I heard the sound of shouts and whistles. I looked round and saw a group of men, perhaps six or eight of them. They had been walking along and had glanced into the lit up car, only to see me in the middle of the back seat spread wide, with the two of them busy fingering me.
They approached the car, and began to bang on the windows. I tried to hide my face, but I needn't have bothered. It wasn't my face they were looking at.
They were cheering and whistling as they looked in. Then the comments started.
"Fucking nice pussy. Open the doors mate, let us all have a go." Andy smiled at them, but shook his head, much to my relief.
"She's well fucking ready mate. You all going to poke her are you?" They all grinned back and nodded. "Fucking good on you. Give her one for me!"
"She's fucking well hot, look at her playing with her tits. Fucking lets have a go mate."
I couldn't take any more, and my orgasm hit. With all of them looking in at me, I began to buck and writhe around, gasping and moaning as I did so. They started cheering again, and were banging on the windows and roof of the car, laughing as they did so.
At this moment, the lights changed and the car started to move away. I had one last look at their faces leering at me through the windows of the car, before we were away.
We were close to my flat now, I started to recognise local landmarks. I was still recovering from my orgasm, but I knew we were only minutes away from the flat. I reached down and recovered my wet T-shirt and started pull it on.
"Who told you you could do that?" Richard snapped.
"No one. But we're nearly there. I have to put something on, I can't walk through the streets with nothing on."
"You will if I say so." Was the chilling response.
"Please let me put my T-shirt back on, at least until we get into the flat."
"OK, you can put it on, but not the knickers. I'm keeping those!" And with that he picked up my knickers from the floor of the car, sniffed at them, and put them into the pocket of his coat, smiling at me as he did so.
"Richard, I can't walk through the streets with just a wet T-shirt on. Please. What if someone sees me? Please give me my knickers back, just until we get into the flat, then you can have them. Please?"
"No deal. Now shut up whining, or I'll make you run round the block a few times before we let you in."
I resigned myself to the inevitable. Getting out of the car into the pouring rain I tugged at the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it down so that it just about covered my bum and my bald little pussy.
Andy had parked his car about 200 yards from the flat, and I was now going to have to walk that distance bare foot, and in a now totally transparent T-shirt. A thrill of excitement shot through me, no doubt heightened by the alcohol in my system which had eroded what few reservations I had left!
I waited for them to set off, intending to follow along behind them, but this wasn't allowed. Andy made me turn around and quickly lifted the back of my T-shirt so that my bare bottom was on display. Then they made me walk about twenty feet in front of them. As they walked behind me, I could hear them making jokes, laughing and commenting on my nakedness. I had to admit to myself that I was loving this. I could feel my heart beating, my pulse racing. I could feel the cold wetness of the pavement, and this was in stark contrast to the heat in my loins.
I was holding my hands together in front of my pussy, trying to hide it from view. On an impulse, I dropped them to my side. Now my entire body could be seen by anyone who happened to walk along the street. I felt utterly depraved as I padded along the wet street. And then my heart did a somersault. A figure had turned into the street and was walking towards me. I stopped and looked around for somewhere to hide.
"No you don't. Keep going." Came the command from behind me. I drew a deep breath and continued to walk towards the figure, which was huddled against the rain. The figure was about 50 yards from me when I recognised it as an elderly man. He was wearing a light overcoat, which had dark patches on it where the rain had struck. As he started to get nearer he looked up, saw me and stopped dead in his tracks.
I continued to walk towards him, and I could see his eyes taking in the scene. He looked me up and down, clearly enjoying the view. I lowered my head as I drew even nearer, thinking 'please God, don't let him know me'.
We were no more than twenty feet apart. I knew that my T-shirt was completely see-through. He could see everything. My breasts, my nipples, my slit. He had stopped under a street light, and now I was perfectly illuminated for his viewing pleasure.
As I drew level with him he muttered "Very nice. Very nice indeed!" As I passed him he turned his head and felt his eyes burning into my naked bum. The three of them behind me were laughing hysterically now. I heard the old man say something to them, but couldn't make out what it was. Then Paul called out "Come back here a minute, and say hello to the gentleman."
I stopped. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. I slowly turned around and made my way back towards them. Paul, Andy, Richard and their new friend. They were about fifteen feet away from me.
I slowly walked back to them, keeping my head lowered all the time. It seemed to take an age to reach them, but eventually, I stood in front of them and waited.
"Say hello then."
"Hello." I muttered.
"Well hello to you!" Laughed the old man. The others laughed too. Then the old man reached out, took hold of my chin and raised my face so that he could look at me.
"Don't I know you?"
I shook my head.
"Wait a minute, yes I do, you live just up the street from here. You buy your papers from my shop. Don't you recognise me?"
And then with horror, I did. The lecherous old man from the paper shop. The one who was always trying to make conversation, whilst trying to look down my blouse, or looking at me like he was mentally undressing me. I felt sick. I avoided going into the shop whenever I possibly could because this old bastard made me feel so uncomfortable. Now I was practically naked for him to enjoy.
"Well isn't this a turn up for the books. I always thought you were a bit of a stuck up type."
"Oh, she used to be." Paul chuckled. "But she's much more friendly now, aren't you Alison?"
I didn't reply. The old man continued to look me up and down. He was having the time of his life at that moment.
"I said 'you're much more friendly now, aren't you?'" Paul said sternly.
"Yes." I muttered. The old man grinned at me.
"So I see. Can I expect to see you like this more often then?"
"I don't know." I stammered.
"I'll see what I can do for you, pop!" Paul laughed. "What do you think Alison? Would you like to show the gentleman the goods next time you go into his shop?" They all fell about laughing again. "I think I'll have to suggest this to Alan. You wouldn't mind though, would you Alison?"
I knew he was expecting an answer to this question. It had been asked to humiliate me, and I duly answered.
"No." I mumbled. "I wouldn't mind."
"That's settled then. Next time you go in, you'll be nice to the gentleman, and show him what you've got. Maybe even let him have a bit of a feel eh?"
I nodded. The thought of his aged hands on me gave me the creeps, but I suspected that Alan would love this idea. There was nothing I could do.
"Right then. Let's get out of this rain. Say 'goodnight' to the gentleman, Alison, and tell him how much you are looking forward to seeing him again."
"Goodnight. I'm looking forward to seeing you again."
"Me too." The old bastard said, and as I turned to go he reached out and stroked my bottom. "I hope to see you very soon!" I looked round at him and he winked at me. Then we continued walking back towards the flat.
My mind was racing now. What would Alan make me do with the old man from the paper shop? What would they have me doing when we got back to the flat? What would I subject myself to next?
We reached the door of the flat without further incident, and rang the doorbell. After a few moments the door opened and Lin was standing there. "You lot took your time, where did you go?"
"We took the scenic route" Andy laughed.
"Alison enjoyed the drive home, didn't you? And she's made a new friend." More laughs.
We went inside and made our way up to my flat. I was made to go first up the stairs, of course, and I could feel all of their eyes on my bum and pussy as I climbed the stairs. When we got to the top, Lin took me by the arm and said, "Come with me." I followed dumbly.
We went into the kitchen, and Lin threw me a towel. "Get that shirt off, and get dry." She commended.
I took off the T-shit and started to dry my body.
"What happened out there?"
I told her about the car journey, the men in the street at the traffic lights, and lastly about the old man.
"You are having a good night aren't you?" she giggled. "Have you finished getting dry yet?"
I nodded.
"Right then, get in there and ask then if they want a beer. Then get their drinks for them."
I made my way to the living room, hearing their voices and more laughter. I walked in, stark naked, and asked "Would anyone like a beer?"
They all agreed that a beer was in order, and gave me their orders. As I turned to leave Neil called me over to him.
"It's been a while since I last gave your arse some punishment. I think you deserve it for your behaviour tonight, don't you?"
The others went quiet and watched intently.
"Yes." I said simply.
"Over my knee then, tight arse."
I draped myself over his lap, and braced myself for the blows.
"She loves this. You wait and see. When I've finished, her cunt will be soaking!" And with that he began to smack my bare bottom. My skin was still damp from being out in the rain, and this made the slaps sting more than usual. In no time at all I was gasping and crying with each blow. After possibly a dozen slaps I felt Neil's fingers start to probe my pussy lips. I knew I was wet. The walk back from the car alone had got me going. His finger slipped easily between my lips, ran along the length of my slit and settled on my clit. He began to stroke and tease my sensitive little bud, until I was wriggling around on his lap and panting.
"There you are. Told you. She's soaking."
"What a hot little bitch she is!" one of them remarked.
"Go and show the others how wet your cunt is." Neil ordered.
I got up and walked to the nearest, Richard.
"Would you like to feel how wet I am?" I asked, my head hung in shame. I was starting to love every minute of this depravity.
"Certainly!" He remarked. I stood in front of him, legs apart, and thrust my hips forward for his inspection. He ran a finger along my slit, then pushed two of them between my lips. He spread his fingers apart, pushing my lips open as he did so. Then he peered at my gaping pussy.
"Fucking soaking!" he announced to the others.
I repeated this to all of them. Alan chose to push his thumb right into my tunnel. Paul took hold of my clit with thumb and forefinger, pulled back the hood, and then teased and tormented its' head for a minute or two. Andy inserted two fingers into my hot little hole, and pressed on my clit with his thumb. Keith made me stand with my back to him, bend over and pull my lips apart. After he had stroked my inner lips, he also pushed his thumb into me, and then leaned forward and licked my clit. The shock of this sudden stimulation on my already over-sensitive button almost caused my knees to collapse. I was on the verge of a major climax, and I'm sure they could sense this. At this point, they sent me off to get their beers. I made my way back to the kitchen, my bottom still red and smarting from the spanking I had just received, and my clit throbbing madly.
"What took you so long?" Lin demanded. I told her what had happened.
"Bastards", she exclaimed, "They said they'd wait for me before they started."
I got the beers, took them into the men, and then returned to the kitchen, as Lin had instructed.
"This is all getting too much for me." She said. "I need some relief. You're going to have to lick me off." And with that she was opening her jeans and pushing them down to her knees. She leant back against the kitchen table and thrust her hips forward. I could see the inviting swell of her mound, even through the dark blue cotton of her knickers.
"Well come on then, I don't want to be here all night. Get busy."
I knelt in front of her and reached out for the waistband of her knickers. Then I pulled them down to her knees in one swift movement. There was her pretty blond pussy again. Her lips looked slightly swollen, and a few of the wispy curls of her neat bush were damp.
I leaned forward and began to plant small kisses on her mound. I kissed the insides of her thighs and then gently kissed her right at the top of her slit. I slipped my tongue forwards and gently caressed the base of her clit with it. She groaned and thrust her hips further forward, seeking out my tongue. I spread her thighs as wide as I could and began to lap at her pussy lips, then I used my fingers to gently open her lips and found the tip of her clit with my tongue. She reached down and grabbed hold of my head, pushing my face into her pubic bone. He smell was intoxicating. Her juices filled my mouth, I could taste nothing else. I was savouring the roughness of her pubes against my face, my tongue darted around her clit. I closed my lips on the head of her clit and began to suck, bobbing my head up and down as if giving a blowjob. I pushed first one, and then two fingers into her hot hole. She was grinding her pelvis into my face now, her fingers entwined in my hair. I felt her entire body start to shake, and then she was gasping for breath. After a few moments, I felt her fingers relax their grip. I let my fingers slip from her tunnel, and sank down.
"Very nice. Was that part of the show, or do I have to pay extra for that?"
I span around. Neil was regarding us both with a mocking smile on his face. There was no way of telling how long he had been there, but he had clearly enjoyed the show.
Lin pulled her knickers up, but I noticed that she seemed in no hurry to do so. Her jeans followed. I stayed where I was, on the floor at Lin's feet.
"I just wanted a bit of relief, that's all. Why should you lot get all the fun!"
"Don't mind me, Lin. The two of you should feel free to carry on. When you're done, though, we need some more beers. Then the fun can start!"
My clit was now aching and throbbing. I could still taste Lin's juices, smell her scent. I desperately needed a release. Instead I got beers for the men and took them into the living room. Lin was already in there. I handed the beers out.
"Aren't you having one then?" Neil asked me when I handed him his. "I thought you'd be thirsty after all that work in the kitchen."
"What was that then?" Alan asked.
"She just licked Lin off in the kitchen, didn't you?"
I nodded. I looked across at Lin, who's face was red with embarrassment.
"Is that right?" Keith asked.
"Yes." Lin replied. "I needed a bit of relief, that's all. Like I said to Neil, why should you lot have all the fun?"
"Fuck, I'd like to watch that!" Keith said. The others nodded their agreement.
"Maybe later. If I'm in the mood." Lin smiled. "Now, I think it's time for some more fun. Do you want to fuck her now, or do you want to have a bit more fun with her first?"
"What have you got in mind, then?" Neil asked.
"Watch this." They were all seated in a semi-circle. Lin placed a plain wooden dining chair facing all of them and told me to sit in it. The wood was cold against my bottom and back, but I didn't move.
"Now. Start playing with yourself. Tits and fanny. Make it good, but you're not allowed to come."
I started to stroke and massage my breasts, tweaking my nipples, cupping each breast in turn. I dropped my other hand down to my pussy and began to stroke my lips. I could feel my juices leaking out. I slipped a finger between my lips and found my clit. I wanted to play with it until I came more than anything, but I remembered Lin's orders. Instead, I slipped my finger into my hot little hole, moaning out loud as I did so. The men made appreciative noises, enjoying the show. Then Lin's special torture started.
"You like doing that don't you? How old were you when you first started to wank?"
In spite of everything, I felt myself blush.
"I was about fourteen."
"Tell us all about it then?"
"I used to notice how nice it felt when I was in the shower or bath and I washed myself there. I remember being in bed one night, and I had an itch down there, I reached down to scratch it, and I remember thinking how nice it had felt when my hands were down there. I started to rub myself over my knickers."
"Go on."
"I remember it feeling really nice, and so I rubbed a bit harder. Then I put my hand down the front of my knickers and started to rub my pussy. I remember it felt really nice, and then I accidentally slipped a finger between them. I didn't mean to, but I'd become wet and it just slipped in. my finger touched my clit and the next thing I knew was that I was rubbing and tickling it. I felt myself getting wetter and stickier, and then I came. I'd never felt anything like that before, it was wonderful."
"And how often did you wank after that?"
"All the time. I did it nearly every night."
"Did you put anything up your fanny?"
I gasped. I had never been asked questions like this before. I could feel myself blushing furiously. The men were egging her on, laughing and joking. Drinking their beer while I wanked in front of them and revealed my most intimate secrets.
"Tell me."
"At first, I would just put a finger inside to see what it felt like. Then I would put two fingers in. It felt lovely."
"And then what?"
"Then one day I was looking for something in the garage when I found a candle."
They all started to laugh at this.
"What kind of candle?"
"It was one of those household ones. The plain wax ones. When I saw it I started to think about how it would feel if it touched me. I was wearing my school uniform at the time, and I lifted my skirt and rubbed its' length along my pussy over my knickers."
"How did that feel?"
"Oh God!, it felt fantastic! I rubbed it along my pussy for ages. I found that if I pressed it into me, my lips would part and it would rub against my clit. I did this for ages until I came. Then I took it up to my room and hid it in the bottom of my wardrobe. That night, before I went to bed, I brought it out of the wardrobe. I pulled up my nightie and took off my knickers. Then I rubbed the tip along my pussy. I opened my pussy with my fingers and put the tip inside. I started to push it in and out, going further all the time. Then I must have hit my hymen, because it hurt all of a sudden. I pulled it out and put it away quickly. I was scared that I'd done some damage, or that I wasn't a virgin anymore."
"So what happened next?"
"After a few days I started to think about it again. I wanted to try it again. I lay in bed one night, and pushed my finger up into me until I could feel my hymen, and I knew I hadn't broken it, so I decided to have another go. This time I was more careful, and I only pushed it in a little way. I loved the feeling of it inside me, and I started to move it in and out again, tickling my clit as I did so. And then I came, and it was really powerful. I remember turning my face into my pillow and crying out."
I had become incredibly aroused now. I could feel my juices flowing out of me, and the throbbing in my clit was maddening. I had started to pinch my nipples so that they hurt just as a way of holding off my climax. I started to beg.
"Please, can I come now? I'm so close, and I need to come so badly. Please let me."
"No. You can stop playing with yourself now, and stand up."
I was almost crying with frustration. I stood up, my knees shaking and my heart pounding.
"I think she's ready. Who wants her first?"
They all did, of course. Lin seemed to be in complete control of the situation.
"Well, Alan and Neil have had her before. Keith had a blow job this afternoon. Paul and Richard got to play with her in the car, so I think Andy should have a go."
There were groans from the others, and mild complaints. Andy just beamed, and started to open his trousers.
"No. Let her do that for you, and she can get you nice and hard before she climbs aboard." Lin ordered. "Get on with it then."
I knelt before Andy and started to open his trousers. I pulled them down and then began to tug on his boxer shorts. His half-erect cock sprang into view, six or seven inches of it, with a large purple, circumcised head. I took hold of it and began to wank it. I stroked his balls and then took the head of his shaft into my mouth. I was desperate to have it inside me, and sucked greedily on it, willing it to swell. Within a few moments it was standing proudly, the veins along it's side bulging.
"Now?" I asked, and he nodded. I stood up, squatted over him and lowered myself onto his organ. I shuddered with pleasure as the tip touched my pussy lips. I quickly guided it into the entrance to my hole, and then began to sink down onto it. Waves of pleasure swept over me. I had forgotten all about every one else in the room, even Andy. All I was aware of was the delicious sensations as the cock pushed deeper into me. When he was in up to the hilt I began to rock my hips back and forth. I could feel his entire length inside me, and his pubes tickling my sensitive inner lips and my clit.
He reached up and began to maul my breasts. Then he ran his fingers over my nipples and I began to climax. I cried out in ecstasy, grinding my pelvis down onto him, feeling him throbbing inside me. I was lost in a dense fog of pleasure, and then I felt him shooting hot jism deep into me, and this drove me on to even greater heights. I was aware of nothing at all except the intense waves of pleasure shooting through me. And then I collapsed onto his chest, panting and sobbing. My breath coming in ragged gasps. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes slightly glazed. He was panting heavily too. We looked at one another and both smiled. It had been a good one for both of us!
I suddenly became aware of our 'audience'. Richard, Paul and Keith were all rubbing very obvious lumps in their trousers, Alan and Neil were grinning smugly. Lin, sitting behind them, had a curious look on her face. I noticed that she had one hand balled into a fist and thrust into her crotch. She was rocking back and forth, her nipples clearly visible beneath her top. As I started to recover from my climax she started to gasp, and her body went completely rigid. The men all turned their heads to look at her. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, her face obscured. When her body finally relaxed, her face was flushed and she too was gasping for breath.
There was a silence in the room broken only by the sound of the heavy breathing from Andy, Lin and myself. It was Alan who broke the silence.
"I think we could all use another beer. Alison, go and get them, and clean yourself up while you're about it. We're not finished with you yet!"
I climbed off Andy and made for the kitchen to get the beers. After I had handed them out I made my way to the bathroom. I could feel Andy's cum leaking out of me and running down my thighs. I ran the shower until it was warm, then played the water onto my pussy, washing Andy's jism away. Then I patted myself dry and left the bathroom.
Lin was waiting for me on the landing. She motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen.
"My God!", she said, "That was fucking amazing. My knickers are soaked. Go and get me a pair of yours to put on, then come and sit down and have a drink, you look like you could use one!"
I went to my bedroom, found a pair of knickers and went back to the kitchen. Lin had removed her jeans and knickers and dropped them in a pile on the floor. She turned as I entered and handed me a glass of wine. Then she went into the bathroom and I heard water running. She came back a few minutes later, drying her sweet pussy with a towel. Then she pulled on the clean knickers, but didn't bother with the jeans. She picked up her discarded underwear and tossed them to me.
"There you go. Souvenir for you."
We both burst out laughing at this, but as she turned away to collect her drink, I couldn't resist having a quick sniff of the damp cotton. I was a scent I would remember forever.
"Well, I suppose we had better be getting back. Are you ready for more fun then?"
"You bet!" I grinned.
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