Dani's Dilemma - Sex Stories

Dani's Dilemma

... pervert in town hanging outside my windows. It was one thing to enjoy men looking at my naked body when I chose the men who could look. But was I prepared to expose myself to everyone and live with all the consequences? I walked over to Joe’s with the camcorder in hand. “I have something to show you Joe,” I said, as I walked right in and sat down at his kitchen table. I hit play, cued to the spot a minute before I turned around. I froze it with the Mayor’s face just below my pussy. “You can’t show this to anybody Dani,” Joe quietly said. “I assume this was to be for Gary’s eyes only and should remain that way.” “But it’s proof you are telling the truth Joe,” I explained. He took my hand, holding it tenderly, and quietly said, “What you and Gary have let me share with you is the most precious gift anyone has ever given me. I am an old man, on my last legs, and you have your whole life ahead of you. This would ruin you both in this shitty little town.” “But Joe,” I interrupted. “No Dani, please,” he insisted, “share it with Gary, but no one else. Please.” The phone rang and Joe waved me home, “I’ve got to get this, it’s my lawyer. Hello Mr. Matheson, thanks for calling me back...” As soon as I got home, I downloaded the video into an e-mail to Gary along with an explanation of what was going on here and what Joe had said. After six hours, I received a response: “Dani, Wow, I leave and all hell breaks lose. I was barely able to get your message and only have a few minutes to ...

... respond before I am out of touch for a few days. Dani, this is completely up to you. I am behind your decision all the way. I know you will do the right thing, whatever you decide. Wow, you know I like guys looking at you...but the whole town? LOL, I love you forever, GaryBear.” I promptly picked up the phone and called “The Law office of Hennings, Johnson, & Matheson” and made an appointment to meet with Mr. Matheson. ****** “What can I do for you sweetheart?” the rotund Terry Matheson oozed from behind an obnoxious cigar. “This is regarding Joe Wellington’s case. I have something I need to show you and get your advice on, but I need it to be in total confidence,” I explained. “Honey, Joe is my client and I can’t keep things from him about his case,” Matheson explained, blowing a foul smelling cloud of smoke my way. “However, if you were my client, asking for my legal advice, that would be different. Give me a dollar, sweetie.” “If you say so,” I said as I handed over a dollar bill. “Okay, so now you are a client,” he said, as he stuffed the money in his pocket and leaned forward, “So, tell me what the problem is babe.” Matheson became more interested with every word I told him. After I had finished the story, he asked to see the video. I handed him the camcorder and he patched it into a fifty-inch HD TV monitor on his wall. He came out from behind his desk and stood next to me as he watched the video from the beginning. I noticed an erection growing in his pants and his hand ...