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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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AN AUNT'S STORY

F/F

For my dear friend, Katie, whose idea it was.

She had on a grey wool bathing suit, one piece, and was lying on her
face with the bathing suit pulled down to her waist, showing off her
beautiful back with the beauty spot on the shoulder. It was hot with just
a faint breeze blowing from the lake but getting towards sunset. I had
just showered and changed into a dress and I walked over to Katie and stood
over her, my shadow falling across her back. "Want to come to the club?" I
asked. "No," she said, squinting adorably against the sunlight and shading
her eyes with one hand, her two plump peaches of breasts hanging engagingly
beneath her. " They're presenting the cup for the ladies doubles," I said.
"You pick it up - you won it on your own," she said. "Nonsense, you were
good at the net." "Nothing HAPPENED at the net" she said sulkily I would
have loved to kneel down beside her, could almost feel the pine needles
through my stockings, just maybe put my arm on her shoulder. But she was
still so defensive, keeping me out.

My sister Jane was dressed casually, sitting at the bar and she looked
mockingly at my conservative dress, stockings and heels as if to say, Sis
is still looking for a date. "Where's Katie?" she said. "I think she's
going down to the lake with the other kids," I said. "What about the
prizes?" "She's still sore with me over something." "You were pretty hard
on her in the semi-finals." "Hell, she has to learn," I said. "I carried
her a bit for the first set, but when I got to three love in the second
there was no point in prolonging the agony." "She hasn't forgiven you,"
Jane said. I didn't like to say that Katie was a sore loser and that I had
begun to get a perverse satisfaction out of seeing her pretty little butt
in the air as she bent sullenly to retrieve the balls I had smashed past
her into the heavy steel mesh around the court. "I helped her win the
doubles" I said modestly. "if you were a mother you'd understand," Jane
said pityingly. We ordered another round of drinks and Jane's husband
Patrick joined us and we discussed Katie's change of school for a while.
Then the club secretary got on the bandstand and started making one of his
idiotic speeches in which he seemed to think that mentioning the names of
as many club members as he could would bring a laugh and he was usually
right. Mine, in particular, drew both laughter and catcalls. I was
something of an embarrent in the club because nobody could beat me.

In my twenties I had spent eighteen months on the professional circuit,
but had not won enough money to keep up. I was too good to be an amateur
and not good enough to be a professional. After the microphone had
shrieked a couple of times, the secretary got it working again and started
to call out the prizewinners. I went up to be presented with the silver
rose bowl for the ladies singles and the cup for the doubles. Mercifully I
had been knocked out of the mixed doubles at an early stage, due to a more
than usually incompetent partner.

Jane was beginning to irritate me and wouldn't shut up about Katie.
Yes, I admit it - I was jealous and would have much preferred it if Katie
were my daughter. When Katie was born, Jane queened it in our family, my
mother and father making the most enormous fuss over her, as though nobody
had ever had a baby before and Patrick kept calling her "clever puss" and
she really did lap up all the cream there was to be had, all the
admiration, as she nursed her adorable baby in her arms. I had only just
come off the tennis circuit, not yet established in a career and Jane
seemed to have everything that I had not. "Obviously the main concern is
that Katie will be happy," Jane said, with Patrick nodding inanely as he
always did when she spoke. I felt like saying that it was of some
importance that I should be happy too, but, after all, I had suggested the
arrangement. "She can do some paperwork for me on Saturdays," I said , "I
don't mind paying her for that." "As long as it doesn't interrupt her
studies," Jane said. "I promise I'll do my best.." I said. I wasn't
usually this tactful with Jane, but I didn't want to lose this chance to
bond with Katie. For some reason I was aching to make her like me, to try
to get through to her in some way. Apart from the fact that she was the
daughter I never had, her attitude towards me had always puzzled me, the
way she kept watching me with covert glances, then tossing her head
arrogantly when I tried to approach her. "Katie should really be here,"
Patrick said, looking around the dance floor where some of the younger
members were circulating, giving me a nostalgia for long ago Saturday night
hops. "To hell with her," Jane said, already one drink past caring. "I'll
see if I can persuade her," I said, putting my hand on Patrick's knee. He
liked that. Years ago I could have had him and maybe some other Katie as
our daughter. "Want me to come with you?" he asked, but Jane quelled him
with a glance and started waving her empty glass for a refill.

There was a cool breeze I could feel on my arms and legs and under my
skirt. Only a couple of very young kids were on the courts, their bare
legs lightly coated with red dust from the surface, the little girl
protesting that the boy was hitting the ball too hard. I was thinking of
my days on the circuit when we always tried to get practice games against
the better players - how else could you improve? My coach always told me
that if you played anyone often enough you would eventually beat them -
even if only once. And I remembered Janna and being on my knees in the
toilet between her legs. I had tried to hitch myself to her fading star,
but this wasn't the ending I had expected. She had come from Macedonia or
some such place as a teenager and worked her way up the professional
ladder. A Wimbledon final, where the top seeds were knocked out in the
second round and the quarter finals was her highest finish, but she got to
curtsey to Princess Alexandra or somebody and was now part of tennis
history. I crossed now between the trees and the landing-stage and could
see no sign of Katie. Damn her, what was she playing at?

Janna had bet me two hundred dollars she could beat me in one set with
her only using her backhand. I needed the practice, but I also needed the
money. The first game she had aced me four times. Then taking my serve
backhanded she had gone to fifteen-love. I hit one past her, but then she
passed me twice, her return of serve so heavy that I couldn't place it to
her forehand. Then I hit the next one out. I scraped through the next
game, but nothing after that. When I was serving at love-thirty and
five-one down I went to the net and told Janna that I hadn't got two
hundred dollars - in fact I would be lucky if I could pay for my hotel room
with the way I had finished in the last three tournaments. She turned to
flick up a ball into her hand with her racquet. She was in her late
thirties now, with dirty blonde hair and a big ass and the back of her
short skirt was caught up on her pants. "You stupid bitch," she said, her
swarthy face flushed, "you could get thrown off the circuit for this." "I'm
sorry," I said, quailing before the angry look in her eyes. She dropped a
ball and slapped it into the net with her racquet and stood with her legs
wide apart, scratching her bottom, the sunlight glinting in the heavy gold
hairs on her legs. "Okay, you can go down on me," she said bluntly.
"Whaaaa..?" I quavered. "You heard," she said. "Just the once....?" "You
think you're that good?" she said. "No, as many times as I want."

Our holiday cabin had the smell of mice and dry rot and cigarette smoke
and all the careless women who had played housekeeper in it during at least
fifty summers. I thought I had heard a sound before I came in, but there
was no sign of Katie. Then I heard it again, a dull thud, thud, thud. I
turned into the small corridor that led to the bedrooms and the sound
stopped for a few seconds, then started again a rhythmic thudding sound
that reminded me of something I couldn't place. I felt a sudden flush of
anger, although I couldn't place its source and at first could only
remember Janna. I had expected we would go to her hotel room. On the
circuit it was often lonely and some of the girls got together like this
and some of the older ones preyed to some extent on the rookies, using
their money, prestige and the inducement of practice time to ensnare the
younger girls. I thought I was still interested in boys, but I never had
the opportunity for more than fleeting relationships with them and if Janna
wanted to be my protector, who was I to complain, particularly as I was
having trouble paying my hotel bills.

I moved quietly down the worn carpet of the corridor and opened the
bathroom door. Katie looked up at me, her face red, then it drained pale
in utter shock. She was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, her
panties were around her ankles and her hand was between her legs as she
masturbated furiously, her foot banging against the wooden unit under the
washbasin. And I thought of Janna again. She had difficulty getting her
panties off over her heavy tennis shoes and then stuffed them into the
waistband of her skirt as she motioned me to my knees on the floor of the
cubicle, the ground damp under my knees and a yard or so of toilet tissue
adhering to the tiles. She lifted the hem of her skirt so that it was
resting on my head and gripped me by the pony-tail I wore my hair in back
then and pulled me between her legs, into the coarse blonde pubic hair that
grew so profusely in her crotch.

"What are you doing, Katie?" I said, as severely as I could.
"Just...just using the toilet, Auntie," she stammered. "With the lid down?
And what about these?" "They...were on the side of the bath." "You're
lying, Katie," I said sternly. "These are my best stockings. You have
taken them from my dressing-table." I knew that this wasn't so, these
nylons HAD been in the bathroom, but I knew Katie occasionally "borrowed"
stockings and items of underwear from my panty drawer. And now I knew why,
and Katie knew that I knew. I felt a surge of triumph. No longer would
she look at me with that sulky urchin's face and make me feel she was
looking at me with contempt, because now I knew for certain that she had
been looking covertly with the eyes of desire. Oh, I know she had never
expected to involve me, the nearest she could get was my stockings, my
panties, my garterbelt in her squalid little fantasies and I was determined
to teach her a lesson she would never forget. She half-rose from the seat,
making as if to pull her panties up, but I pushed her down again and she
nervously pulled the skirt of her dress over her thighs. "I want you to
continue," I said. Her pretty jaw dropped and she pushed her hair back
from her eyes. "I....I wasn't doing anything." She said. "You're lying
again, Katie," I said. "Just as you have lied about the stockings. I know
what you were doing." "Please," she said. "Please what?" "Please, Ma'am,"
she said. "That's better," I said. "Or you may call me Auntie, if you
wish." "All right, Auntie," she said in a whisper. "What you were
doing...most girls do it at some time or other. I know I did..." She
looked at me with surprise and relief on her face. "You thought I was
going to tell your parents?" She nodded and then put her hand between her
legs in her little slit and began moving against the back of her thumb,
gradually swallowing thumb and index finger in her soft, moist flesh. Her
foot began to bang against the plywood cupboard under the sink.

Two players had come off the court and into cubicles on either side.
Janna made a sort of half-sobbing sound and one of them called, "You got
someone in there, Janna.?" "Is she a pupil, Janna," the other one called
and the two of them started giggling, while Janna gave a hoarse laugh and
turned me around so that my back was to the door. Then she half-straddled
my face, gripped my ponytail with both hands and, as the first girl called
out, "Will she go all the way, Janna?" I found my head forced against the
door of the cubicle and a rhythmic thumping could be heard as Janna humped
my face against the heavy plywood. I had tried to give her pleasure the
way I thought she would want it, to open her with my tongue and softly lap
her into a state of arousal, but she stood straddle-legged so that my nose
and mouth seemed to be claimed as though by right of conquest by her
muscular crotch and I could feel her slime on my eyelids and eyelashes, my
nose and throat choking on her heavy female smell. I tried to cry out, but
she pushed me back relentlessly against the door, pulsing her chunky body
slowly back and forwards with her powerful legs until she came with a harsh
keening cry of satisfaction, then continued to rub my face between her legs
as she twitched through a second, long-drawn out orgasm. She stood still
for a few moments, gasping. "You were okay," she said, when she had got
her breath back and helped me to my feet. "See you in the showers"

"What's wrong?" I asked Katie as she looked up at me anxiously, still
trying valiantly to reach her climax, but at the same time bent over as
though she had a stomach-ache, trying to hide as much as possible from my
view. "I ...I don't think I can, Auntie," she gasped. "You have to," I
said. "You're not leaving there until you do. And don't try to
pretend....I'll know." Poor child, why was I talking this rubbish? How
would I know, as everybody has their own way, their own sound, their own
shame? I was trying to keep her at a disadvantage - I think I dimly
recognised that, but I was not yet in full command of the situation and was
acting mainly on instinct. I saw her desperately glancing at my sheer 15
denier stockings hanging limply from the basin as if beseeching them for
that little extra impetus we have all prayed for at times to boost us over
that invisible barrier to fulfilled desire. Almost without conscious
thought I took a step forward so that my right hip was within inches of her
nose, then I bent to catch the hem of my skirt and lifted it up above my
thighs. Her startled eyes stared up past her nose at the sturdy beige
garter-strap on my thigh, the nubbin of the garter button in the heavy dark
welt of my stocking. My eyes followed hers down my thigh, over the shapely
knee and down the slim calf to the shapely ankle and the narrow foot with
the elegant Italian shoe. I placed my left hand on my waist and held my
skirt bunched like a dancer in my other hand against my right hip. Katie
gave three little whimpering gasps and then a long-drawn out groaning sigh
as she reached the plateau she had been desperately seeking. I felt an
almost overwhelming desire to bend down and crush her adorable lips under
mine, but instead I ordered her to kneel on the floor in front of me.

I didn't really expect Janna to kiss me when we had finished, unless she
wanted to kiss her own mess on my face. If she had even kissed me before
we started it wouldn't have been so bad, but I had never expected to be
taken as casually and ruthlessly as that. Any foolish schoolgirl fantasies
I might have had about a growing passion, sharing her bed and, yes, using
her to further my tennis career, maybe coming eventually to love her, had
been dismissed out of hand. I staggered out of the cubicle and hardly
dared look at my face which was a sight, my hair messed up with her sex and
a sticky drying film on my face and eyebrows. I turned on both taps hard
and began to scrub my face, paying no attention when the other two girls
came out and started to wash their hands, keeping my ashamed face hidden
with scoops of water. But one of them said brusquely to me as she left,
"Better hurry before she starts hollering for you in the shower!"

When Katie was on her knees before me I reached out and caressed the
back of her head. "I know you have been borrowing my underwear" I said.
"Do you admit that?" She nodded dumbly. "You are attracted to me in some
way, but you do not know why. Perhaps because I am a mature woman and you
feel I am experienced, is that it?" "I guess so," she mumbled. "Have you
ever gone down on anyone?" I asked. "Yeah, with boys,." She said. "Never
with a girl?" "When I was a kid a bigger girl made me do it once," she
said. "Did you like it?" "She wasn't that clean..." "And you didn't like
that?" "No...I don't know." "It excited you, is that it?"
"Auntie...Please...!" "Now, I want you to put your face into me down
there," I said. "Just against my panties. I don't want you to do anything
else. You may feel a desire to kiss me, to use you tongue, isn't that so?"
"Yes," she said "Yes, what?" "Yes, Ma'am...Auntie," she mumbled. "You are
to resist that temptation, do you understand?" "I do, Auntie." "Very well,
and you are to answer as honestly as you can any questions I may ask you."
"Yes, Auntie," she said as I lifted my skirt again and placed it over her
head, holding her snugly against me with my hand gripping her hair.. I
moved my legs further apart into a more comfortable position and could feel
her moist, warm breath between my legs. "Now I'll guide you to the right
place." I moved her head until her nose pressed against my clitoris and her
mouth was at the entrance to my moist aperture. She had to tip her head
back in order to maintain contact in both places, but I was quite pleased
at the thought that some discomfort should be part of this experience for
her while giving me pleasure. I admonished her, "Just stay right there
until I tell you to move. That's right, just surrender yourself to the
perfumed darkness, fall deeply in love with it." I couldn't tell for sure
if the growing warm dampness in my panties was caused by the release of my
secretions or Katie's hot breath, as she seemed eager to drink in my aroma
through mouth and nostrils. Was the little minx trying to excite me? I
would certainly not have put it past her, but I was determined to remain in
command of both myself and her.

."Can you smell me?" I asked. "Yes," she mumbled into my pussy. I
inhaled sharply. "Yes, what?" "I'm sorry. Yes, ma'am." "That's better.
I've already told you that you may call me ma'am or you may call me Auntie,
but you must talk to me respectfully." "Yes'm" "That's better, my dear.
"Do I smell very strong?" "Yes, Auntie, you do." "Just think about how
dirty they are as you bury yourself in them." She just grunted something,
too deeply embedded in me to speak. It was as though she was trying to
gain entrance to my womb and all the envy I had for the womb that had
produced this charming girl was now washed away as she quite clearly
demonstrated to me where her deepest desires lay. "There's something else,
while you're kneeling there with your face in my lap, I'd like you to get
into the idea of worshipping me there. It's is the center of womanhood,
and you need to..." here I gulped - I was going to have to control myself,
"to respectfully adore it." The poor child tried to nod her head.

"Think of both things at once. You're sitting there with your mouth and
nose pressed into my soiled underclothes. It's dirty, yet you keep on
doing it. At the same time, underneath my dirty panties is my warm vagina.
You love it, and want to show your respect to me by honoring it. You press
your mouth against it as a symbol of your esteem." I released her head for
a moment and she mumbled "Yes, Auntie." "I'm disappointed in you, Katie," I
said. "Please Auntie," she said, "I...I'm sorry. Have I said something
wrong? " Perhaps I have a strong body odour, Katie, but I checked my
panties in the ladies room before I came here. They are scrupulously clean
as my underwear always is. Perhaps they are slightly moist, but that is
hardly surprising, with your mouth pressed into them. Is that
understood?." "Yes," she whispered. "You apologise, then." "Please,
Auntie, yes."

I was pleased with the extent of my control. I had made two conflicting
statements to Katie and she had accepted both of them I knew that I now had
her exactly where I wanted her and I had not let her see that I was in any
way aroused by our intimate encounter from which I was now about to release
her. I slipped my skirt from over her head and smoothed it down over my
thighs while she stood up, blinking in the light. Not for me the unbridled
passion of Janna as she almost raped me in the showers that same afternoon,
pounding me against the tiled walls while the hot shower jetted powerfully
down on us, before again pushing me to my knees and gripping my soaking
hair in her experienced hands and pulling me into her. With Katie I was
playing a much longer game - I was playing for keeps. "You still have a
lot to learn," I said, "But you are a good pupil," She smiled at me, an
enchanting smile which showed she was now totally at ease with me I lifted
the stockings and said "You may keep these as a souvenir." She took the
sheer nylons from me, holding them to caress her cheek "By the way, we have
been discussing your education," I said. "Your other education." When told
her that she was to come to live with me, for the next two years at least.
her smile became even more radiant. Then she did something beautiful. She
took one of the stockings and knotted one end around her neck, handing the
other to me like a leash. I leaned forward impulsively and kissed her
hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth and feeling her soft breasts against
mine, her supple body within my arms. I could taste myself on her lips and
tongue and in that moment it was delicious. "I'm so glad I was right about
you," I said gratefully.

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

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CAUGHT - THE TAMMY SERIES; Part 8
BY: HOOKED6 (Hooked6)

January 1, 2000 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved.
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CAUGHT - THE TAMMY SERIES; Part 8
BY: Hooked6

Once Again I was left naked in front of three people I
hardly knew Sam and her two nephews Tom and Tim. I was
stuck at Sam's on a Thursday night as a result of Angie
tossing my dress out her car window as punishment for my
rude behavior and Kerry having sold her IOU to Sam to make
some extra money. I was naked in another town, miles from my
home, at the mercy of this stranger who seemed to lust after
my body. God how I hated that feeling.

I was led to a chair in the front room as the boys finished
their homework. Sam engaged me in small talk about my
favorite things. I was constantly stared at throughout the
next half-hour until Sam announced that it was bedtime. Tom
and Tim gathered their things and neatly placed them on the
table. Even though I had spent some time at that house, it
was weird to see two handsome boys do routine things without
clothing.

As Sam tucked the boys in for the night, I waited in the
front room wondering what would happen next. After a few
minutes, Sam returned wearing a conservative flannel
nightgown, gave me a wicked smile and proceeded to shut off
all the lights. She then took my hand and led me to HER
room! I had hoped I was going to sleep on the sofa or
something but now I began to be afraid. "you can have the
right side of the bed and I'll take the left." With that she
quickly gave me a kiss in the cheek and got under the
covers. I stood there not knowing what I should do. Sam
patted the bed beside her and said, "Now don't be shy,
you're going to need your sleep. I have a busy day planned
for you tomorrow."

Quickly plopped on the bed beside her and began to plead
with her, "But I have SCHOOL tomorrow. I CAN'T miss school.
You aren't really going to to " as I was talking, I saw Sam
shaking her head as if to say, "Oh yes I am!"

"Tammy, everything will be fine. I am redeeming my IUO.
Beginning now until 6:00pm tomorrow night you are going to
be my personal assistant, you wouldn't want me to tell Kerry
or Angie that you let me down would you? Besides, what
choice do you really have except maybe walking home naked
tonight?" She said laughing hysterically.

I realized she was right and carefully climbed into bed and
pulled the covers over me. I rolled on my side away from Sam
and drew my knees up to my chest. The lights were shut off
and I was amazed at how dark it was in her room. My heart
was racing as I dared not think about what might happen
next. Minutes passed and all was quiet. I was alone with my
thoughts. About a half an hour later, I began to realize
that all was OK. It appeared Sam had dozed off and I thought
maybe I should do the same. I soon began to feel a bit more
at ease when suddenly I felt Sam turn over and then to my
horror, felt her hand slide across my side, around my chest
and stop directly on my breast. She was spooning me and
cupping her fingers on my tiny left breast! My heart raced
and my breathing quickened. I was sick to my stomach at her
touch and I recoiled at the thought of what she would do
next. She held her hand still. Minutes passed. Maybe she was
waiting for me to protest. If I did nothing, she might take
it as a sign that I approved and continue her assault on my
body. On the other hand, if I pushed her away, she may try
all the harder to humiliate me just to make a point. I held
perfectly still and didn't move a muscle. I had never been
touched in such a personal place before without cause. I
knew Sam wanted me. I hated the thought. The warmth of her
hand, the sensation of her clothed body against my naked
flesh was all too confusing. I mean here I was, a pathetic,
underdeveloped girl. Why would anyone desire me? Especially
another GIRL! It was way too much for me to comprehend. My
mind may have told me one thing but my body responded in
another. WHY was I getting wet? What was the matter with me?

As I condemned myself mentally for getting myself into this
mess, I suddenly realized that Sam was sound asleep. I
chuckled a bit as I heard her light snoring. She had fallen
asleep! Or maybe she was asleep the whole time and only
latched onto me as a subconscious reflex or something. I
continued to hold still as Sam's hand held it's place firmly
grasping my tit. After a while, I allowed myself to go to
sleep.

After some time, I'm not sure how long, I was startled awake
by the sound of the telephone ringing! Sam was jolted awake
as well. "WHAT who oh the phone," she said. She then
realized where her hand was a snickered. "No WONDER I was
having such a nice dream!" As she turned over, I looked at
the clock. It was 1:00am!!

She answered the phone, I heard her say,
"Hello what? NOW?? .Oh alright goodbye." Sam got out of bed
and disappeared into the bathroom. I had laid in bed for a
few minutes until she returned, turning on the light and
pulling the covers off of me. "Get up kid. I have to go back
to work. The cleaning crew forgot their alarm key again and
I have to let them in. it's my turn on call so I have to
go." She pulled off her flannel nightgown and for the first
time I saw her naked. She was beautiful! Why couldn't I have
been as blessed as she was in physical attributes. Her
breasts were round and perky. She had a full mound of pubic
hair which she kept trimmed in a perfect "V". her labia were
hairless she obviously shaved to keep them smooth I
thought. Oh to have hair enough to shave! I shamelessly
watched her get into her street clothes.

"Go wake up the boys as I finish getting ready," she
ordered. I looked at her dumbfounded wondering why the boys
had to get up if SHE had to go in. she obviously sensed my
confusion. "Well, they can't stay by themselves can they?
And I don't know you well enough to leave them in your care.
What if something happened? No you'll just have to come with
me."

Once again her logic was sensible. I went into the boys'
room and turned on their light. I shook Tom, the youngest,
and he woke up. "Your aunt has to go to work. Wake up your
brother for me." Tom shook his head affirmatively without
even questioning me. He got up and did as I asked. Soon all
three of us were in the front room when Sam came out fully
dressed. I assumed that she was going to let us get our
clothes but that was not to be as she walked right passed us
to the front door and opened it! This must have happened
before because the boys didn't even wince! They just
sleepily headed toward the door still buck naked ready to
follow their aunt.

I protested, "WE can't go out like this!" Sam looked at me
impatiently and tried to reassure everyone, including the
boys I think, by saying, "Look. It's after 1 in the morning.
No one's out at this time and besides it's only up the
street. Stop being such a worry wart. We'll be back in no
time." With that she ushered us out into the night. I stood
outside on the landing with the naked boys as Sam locked her
door. I was nervously looking everywhere to see if anyone
was around but I saw no one. It may have been 1:00 am in the
morning and dark outside, but that knowledge did little to
ease the fact that I was nude standing under a bright porch
light next to two boys!

We all walked down the stairs into the night, across the
parking lot to Sam's car. I heard the sound of traffic on
the main road, but mercifully saw no one in our complex. Sam
opened the back door of her car and ordered us in. tom slid
in first and Sam ordered me in next followed by Tim. Soon we
were off. It was erotic being in Sam's car without a stitch
of clothing on siting next to two naked boys driving down a
public street. Feeling their bodies next to mine was
awkward. Tom put his head on my shoulder and closed his
eyes. He was dog tired and tried to go back to sleep. Tim on
the other hand was still quite ashamed in front of me and
kept his hands on his lap while looking out his window. I
couldn't help but look down at them in the passing
illumination of the street lights.

We reached the mall quickly and the parking lot was
basically empty except for a few, widely scattered cars. We
drove around the maze of stores until we reached her
department store and headed toward an unmarked service door.
I started to panic when I realized that there was a car with
people in it next to that door and we were headed right for
them. We pulled up a short distance from that car and
stopped. Sam got out and opened the back door of the car and
announced, "OK, everybody out!" the overhead light
illuminated the entire inside and I knew that we must be
clearly visible to whoever was in that car a few feet ahead!

"OUT?" I said. "We can't get out! There are people in that
car! We'll get in trouble!!" Sam looked over at the car I
was pointing to and giggled, "Oh that's just the cleaning
crew. They're cool. Won't be a problem at all. They're used
to us."

I was in shock as Sam pulled the half-awake Tom from the
car. Tim got out from his side on his own leaving me to make
my move. I swallowed hard. I didn't want to do this! I
mustered up my courage and slowly slid across the seat and
stepped outside. I talked myself into the fact that the
cleaning ladies were probably old and could care less about
my form. Sam shut the door and led the way with tom in tow
and walked toward the other car. After a few steps, I
stopped suddenly. The doors of the car up ahead opened and
out stepped the driver, a very attractive young girl,
perhaps in her mid-twenties and from the passenger side a
similarly aged young man! I don't know why I assumed it
would be a couple of ladies.

My legs turned to Jello and my feet became like lead bricks.
I could hardly move them. Though I was hidden in the
relative safety of the darkened parking lot, as I walked
closer to the service door I was getting closer to the
lights of the store. Soon they would be able to clearly see
ALL of me. The young lady said in a thick Spanish accent, "I
am very sorry to have bothered you and your very nice family
so late at night."

"That's OK Maria, I understand. These things happen,"
replied Sam. The boys seemed to be familiar with this pair.
The cleaning lady then reached out and gave Tim a hug. "my
how you've grown master Tim. You are getting bigger every
time I see you!" Tim looked to the ground and blushed as his
cock sprang to life at Maria's attention.

The young cleaning man came over to me and said, "Hi! I
don't believe we've met before." He looked at me with a
smile obviously delighted at his good fortune! I covered my
chest with one hand and politely shook his hand with the
other. Sam introduced me and started toward the door. I was
scared. I felt the need to explain myself to this man, who
was still standing in front of me blocking my path even
though the rest of the group had headed inside.
"I ah .apologize ah your call sounded so urgent...I ah that
is we came over right away!" The man was grinning ear to
ear. "That's Ok. I know how it is with Sam."

I got the feeling that although Maria may have seen the boys
in the buff before I wasn't the first GIRL he had seen naked
with Sam late at night! He still blocked my path and stood
staring at my body. He seemed especially interested in what
I was hiding under my arms across my chest. I started to go
around him but he put his hand on my shoulder gently and
said, "It's OK miss Tammy. I know many friends of Sam's.
They all like me." I smiled at him as if to say I'll bet
they do, and quickly walked away still covering my chest. I
hadn't taken but a few steps when I heard him say from
behind me, "You are VERY shy compared to Miss Kerry. Why do
you cover yourself that way?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. Did he say KERRY?? It couldn't
be Kerry Hampton! Could Sam have dragged KERRY to the mall
NAKED too?? I turned around and faced him. I HAD to know
more. "Oh?" I said. 'Tell me about Miss Kerry. What does
she look like?" he described Kerry perfectly. It HAD to be
her! He told me that she had been to the mall many
times always at night." I asked him if Miss Kerry was naked
when she came. He looked confused and thought about his
answer a bit then said, "Of course, EVERYBODY is naked when
Sam comes back to work."

Oh this was great! I finally had something on that bitch
Kerry. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it, but it
felt good knowing that I wasn't the only one who had done
this!

Once inside the store, Sam turned off the alarm. She had us
stay in the stockroom with Maria while she went into the
store with the cleaning man. Maria kept looking at the boys.
She too appeared delighted in the fact that she got to see
the boys again like this. She kept her arm around each of
them as she asked them questions about this and that. She
made it a point to stare at their cocks often and made sure
the boys KNEW she was doing it. Tim responded quickly and
was hard in no time. It took a while for Tom, but soon he
too was aroused. I must admit I found the whole event very
erotic. It was all quite innocent, yet very exciting. Maria
seized the opportunity to further their embarrent by
asking them questions about girls at their school.

"Do you have a girlfriend yet, Master Tim?" She asked. Of
course he blushed and shook his head negatively. Maria
attempted to console him, "Oh but you are so handsome. You
are a fine man. You will get a girl soon, you'll see. Trust
Maria." He really blushed now and his cock jumped a little
as he considered her words. The atmosphere was charged. I
wasn't sure but I thought that maybe Tim was on the verge of
ejaculating. I mean I had never really seen a boy do that
before and I wasn't really sure what would happen if he did.
But, I saw tiny drops of clear fluid on the tip his penis
and he WAS breathing pretty deep and fast. I could barely
contain myself in anticipation of what might happen. My eyes
were totally fixed on his privates. Both boys were very
awkwardly excited as Maria kept taunting them with her
questions as she held them tightly around their waists. For
once I forgot my troubles and was enjoying myself a bit.

I must admit it was very stimulating being naked in a store
that only a few hours before was full of clothed people
going about there business. I wondered what they would have
thought if they knew that we had been here like this. Chills
ran down my spine at the thought.

Soon Sam returned and announced to Maria that she had set
the alarm's timer to automatically turn on in three hours
and cautioned them to be sure to be done by then. With that
the man surprised me by reaching out and giving me a goodbye
hug! I was so startled. I became aware that moisture now was
slowly sliding down my inner thigh I was so wet! The boys
turned and walked out the door. Sam spotted my "condition".
I don't know if it was really THAT obvious or if she just
wanted to see for herself, but she quickly placed her hand
between my legs from behind me as I walked, touching my high
thigh. "Uh-huh, I thought so!" she said sarcastically. I was
so humiliated at the thought of being "discovered".

I wondered, as I walked back across the parking lot, what
was going to happen next! Sam didn't help matters much when
she blurted out, "OH WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SUCH FUN
TOMMORROW!"

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