The Tease (Part 1) - Sex Stories

The Tease (Part 1)

... bunch of guys, wet t-shirt contests, that kind of thing. After I got out of college, I sort of forgot about it, I guess I thought it was immature or something. Then I met Jim, and we started dating real seriously, and one day when we were at a beach he just pulled my top off. I think he thought I'd be pissed, but I started showing my stuff to all our friends who were there, and that night we had hot sex, just like I always did when I had a chance. So he started encouraging me to do stuff, flash people on the freeway, moon people, whatever. Then we got married, and it all just sort of stopped. Of course he knew that I didn't like my tits, so for my birthday he got me my breast enhancement. About five months later, after everything was healed up and they were finally looking pretty good, I got him to take me to a strip club on amateur night, and I got up on stage and showed everybody what I had, and I was real happy with the reaction, but Jim was pissed. He told me that they were only for him to look at, and he didn't want anybody to think I was easy, which I never have been, Jim didn't get any until the eighth date, and I told him to go screw himself, I'd show these to anybody I wanted to, and I went back up on the stage, and that just pissed him off more. We didn't have sex that night, and now that I look back on it that was the beginning of the end. So, anyways, we start having our affairs, and then when Jim was out of town one night I noticed the guy that was living in ...

... your place with his wife was looking at me so I went into the bedroom and stripped and started masturbating and I notice he wanked off while I was getting off myself. And that started it. After Jim split I'd go to nude beaches, and wear revealing tops and all that kind of stuff. And that's how it happened." Finally, she took a sip of her wine and a breath. "Cool," I said. "Yeah, it is," she agreed, "but listen, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Just 'cause I like to strip doesn't mean I sleep around. I don't. It takes a long time for a guy to get anywhere with me. Remember Don the other night? That was the first time we ever screwed. We've been dating for over five months! With me, you've got to hang around a long time before I'll put out. Oh, if a guy gets really hard up I'll give him a hand job or something. But he doesn't put it anywhere until I really, really trust him." I thought this was overshare, but it was okay by me. Somehow, I wasn't thinking of trying anything with her anyway. I liked looking at her, and taking her picture, but that was sort of it. I changed the subject. "So you're happy with the pictures?" "Pretty much," she agreed, "but when you focus in on me, they start to get blurry and splotchy, don't they." "Yep. That's graniness. There's not a lot I can do about it." "Why not?" "Well, to get close, I have to use a long telephoto lens. And the lighting leaves a lot to be desired." "What could we do about it?" "Not a lot, due to the distance between your ...