My radiant success with achieving 3 orgasms in one private show gave me the determination not to fail any more daily tasks. Plus, I had my underwear to consider. I started to get rather creative in finding opportunites to take my orgasm.
For example, one Friday night I knew I would be heading straight from work to a friend's place and staying there overnight. I resolved the best time to fulfil my task would be when travelling between those two locations. On my way to my friend's place, I found a likely spot to pull over. I then carefully removed my underwear and slipped a hand between my legs. I was not yet in the mood, so I figured I needed a bit more 'risk' to wake me up, so I popped the door open (turning off the interior light. This certainly helped to get me lubricated.
I sat in the car with one leg outside and one inside the door. It was a suburban street lined with houses. I could see into the windows of the homes around me, but thankfully I couldn't see any people. I rubbed a bit faster. I noticed far down the street there was a couple on an evening walk. At this stage they hadn't seen me, but if they continued heading in this direction they would.
I dared myself to keep going. My pussy started to gush with the risk and the scent of pussy filled the car. The couple crossed the road so they were on my side of the street. I kept going. They kept approaching and I knew they would notice me soon, so I removed my hand and made a show of going through the glovebox, pulling out the street directory and looking up something. I am convinced they noticed that something was up because as they walked past they kept peering at me and checking back after they passed.
After my near miss it wasn't hard to bring myself over the brink. It was rather rushed and very dirty but quite satisfying. I remember still feeling flushed as I greeted my friend at her place.
Another technique I discovered for getting myself going on the days when I wasn't feeling much in the mood was a bit of outdoor nudism. On the nights when I was home and seeking pre-bedtime release (and the other housemates were already abed) I would sneak downstairs and out the front door. I would generally just stand in the front courtyard, in front of the door, which had a clear view to the street outside. If anyone happened along I would be completely naked and exposed.
Just the thought of that was usually enough to get my juices flowing and most the time I was able to get myself over the edge in no time at all.
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
The Peepshow
I missed several days worth of task fulfilment due to exhaustion in that first week. When I confessed this to A he told me to pack up all my underwear into a post bag and send it back to him - I was to wear no undewear for the rest of my trip! Oh no! It doesn't sound that bad I know, but what I need you to remember is that it is summer and far too hot for jeans or pants, so I would have a very self-conscious trip trying to keep my pussy hidden under short skirts and shorts, while spending most of my time either at work or with family. It would not work. I pleaded with A to give me another chance.
He agreed to do so only if I was able to achieve two orgasms the following day. Two orgasms! When I'd been having trouble sorting just one. I agreed with some apprehension, but decided that I absolutely had to achieve this - my panties were on the line!
With that in mind I set out once again for the peepshow, directly from work. I had dressed that morning with such an excursion in mind and was wearing little shorts, heels and a plunging singlet. I walked straight through the adult store this time, heading directly for the private booth. It was blessedly empty. I punched in the number of the girl I wanted and inserted my 20 dollars. I then waited for her arrival. The booth was small furnished only with a leather chair, and a paper towel dispenser. It faced the dancers booth which was separated from the punters area by a pane of thick glass.
I was beginning to wonder if the money machine was faulty when I saw my dancer enter the dancer's side from behind a curtain. She was a little older than she appeared in her photo but still very attractive with long blonde hair and voluptuous, suckable breasts. She seemed surprised to see me. She confessed that she had never danced for a girl on her own before, only couples or, once, a threesome of two guys and a girl. I told her I'd been sent by my man to get a private show, and that it was my first time on my own as well!
She told me I was very attractive and that I should feel free to put on a show of my own for her. I certainly planned to. I was figuring if I achieved one orgasm here in the private booth, I could then give myself another before bed and thereby save my panties from the postpak of doom!
She stood up and stripped off her sheer red nightie, underneath there was only a tiny gstring which was likewise discarded. She started to caress her pert breasts and leaned onto her back with her legs spread wide and started to play with her pussy. I felt a melting heat generating in my pussy at the sight of this goddess and the absolutely carnal acts that would happen in this booth.
Following her lead I stripped off my singlet, shorts and underwear. I left on the bra but popped my breasts out of the top of it. I let my caresses echo hers, leaning back in the chair and spreading my legs wide to her gaze as I rubbed at my clit. She complimented my long legs and told me I had a sexy body, I returned the compliment letting her know her breasts were lovely.
There was not too much discussion after that as we both feasted our eyes on one another as we mutually masturbated. I was so hot and so wet already, I could feel myself getting close, I rubbed harder and pushed myself faster and let my orgasm come. I moaned unashamedly showing my girl what she did for me. The orgasm was not a shattering one, it just made me crave more and my hands barely stilled as I kept up the contact to try for another. It was a slow burn but I eventually made it over the line. My girls hot eyes on me as she taunted her own pussy only made it hotter.
Suddenly the lights in the booth came on. I'd used up my time, but I wasn't ready to stop yet, I'd made sure to have more than one 20 dollar note. My girl had barely noticed, I told her I wanted to continue and that I had more money she vanished briefly and the timer on the private booth reset - another 15 mins, but I hadn't put any money in! She'd reset it herself.
When she returned she had in her hand a rabbit vibrator. She asked if I minded if she used it, I replied "of course not, I wish I'd thought to bring mine!". I was then spoilt to the view of her perching her body over the toy and plunging it in and out of her hot pussy. It was mind-blowingly erotic. I came closer to the glass, squatting on the floor and continued to touch myself. She changed position, kneeling so her lovely round bottom was pointed toward me and I watched her penetrate herself from behind with the toy, gasping as my own orgasm approached.
It was very hot in the private booth by now, I was sweating and the scent of pussy was heavy in the dim room. I desperately wanted another orgasm, a big shuddering satisfying one. It didn't even occur to me that I had already filled my quota, I was just so hot for more. When it came it was with a sexy blonde watching me, bouncing on my hand as I squatted on the floor one hand diddling my clit in a blur, the other pulling my pussy taut so my clit stuck out for attention. It was exactly what I wanted, my hips bucking as I shuddered and moaned my climax. It was absolutely perfect.
Afterward I was in a bit of a dazed euphoria. I continued to stroke myself slowly down from my peak, watching my girl in through the glass as her movements slowed also. We chatted softly through the glass and she told me that she'd really enjoyed herself, like really really. I don't know if it was a line or not but I actually believed her. I thanked her for a wonderful time and for my three orgasms - which she smiled at, and we both redressed and left.
On the way out the attendant behind the desk at the adult store gave me a nod and a smile. I couldn't help but stop and tell him that they needed to put some air conditioning in the private booth - it was hot in there!
He agreed to do so only if I was able to achieve two orgasms the following day. Two orgasms! When I'd been having trouble sorting just one. I agreed with some apprehension, but decided that I absolutely had to achieve this - my panties were on the line!
With that in mind I set out once again for the peepshow, directly from work. I had dressed that morning with such an excursion in mind and was wearing little shorts, heels and a plunging singlet. I walked straight through the adult store this time, heading directly for the private booth. It was blessedly empty. I punched in the number of the girl I wanted and inserted my 20 dollars. I then waited for her arrival. The booth was small furnished only with a leather chair, and a paper towel dispenser. It faced the dancers booth which was separated from the punters area by a pane of thick glass.
I was beginning to wonder if the money machine was faulty when I saw my dancer enter the dancer's side from behind a curtain. She was a little older than she appeared in her photo but still very attractive with long blonde hair and voluptuous, suckable breasts. She seemed surprised to see me. She confessed that she had never danced for a girl on her own before, only couples or, once, a threesome of two guys and a girl. I told her I'd been sent by my man to get a private show, and that it was my first time on my own as well!
She told me I was very attractive and that I should feel free to put on a show of my own for her. I certainly planned to. I was figuring if I achieved one orgasm here in the private booth, I could then give myself another before bed and thereby save my panties from the postpak of doom!
She stood up and stripped off her sheer red nightie, underneath there was only a tiny gstring which was likewise discarded. She started to caress her pert breasts and leaned onto her back with her legs spread wide and started to play with her pussy. I felt a melting heat generating in my pussy at the sight of this goddess and the absolutely carnal acts that would happen in this booth.
Following her lead I stripped off my singlet, shorts and underwear. I left on the bra but popped my breasts out of the top of it. I let my caresses echo hers, leaning back in the chair and spreading my legs wide to her gaze as I rubbed at my clit. She complimented my long legs and told me I had a sexy body, I returned the compliment letting her know her breasts were lovely.
There was not too much discussion after that as we both feasted our eyes on one another as we mutually masturbated. I was so hot and so wet already, I could feel myself getting close, I rubbed harder and pushed myself faster and let my orgasm come. I moaned unashamedly showing my girl what she did for me. The orgasm was not a shattering one, it just made me crave more and my hands barely stilled as I kept up the contact to try for another. It was a slow burn but I eventually made it over the line. My girls hot eyes on me as she taunted her own pussy only made it hotter.
Suddenly the lights in the booth came on. I'd used up my time, but I wasn't ready to stop yet, I'd made sure to have more than one 20 dollar note. My girl had barely noticed, I told her I wanted to continue and that I had more money she vanished briefly and the timer on the private booth reset - another 15 mins, but I hadn't put any money in! She'd reset it herself.
When she returned she had in her hand a rabbit vibrator. She asked if I minded if she used it, I replied "of course not, I wish I'd thought to bring mine!". I was then spoilt to the view of her perching her body over the toy and plunging it in and out of her hot pussy. It was mind-blowingly erotic. I came closer to the glass, squatting on the floor and continued to touch myself. She changed position, kneeling so her lovely round bottom was pointed toward me and I watched her penetrate herself from behind with the toy, gasping as my own orgasm approached.
It was very hot in the private booth by now, I was sweating and the scent of pussy was heavy in the dim room. I desperately wanted another orgasm, a big shuddering satisfying one. It didn't even occur to me that I had already filled my quota, I was just so hot for more. When it came it was with a sexy blonde watching me, bouncing on my hand as I squatted on the floor one hand diddling my clit in a blur, the other pulling my pussy taut so my clit stuck out for attention. It was exactly what I wanted, my hips bucking as I shuddered and moaned my climax. It was absolutely perfect.
Afterward I was in a bit of a dazed euphoria. I continued to stroke myself slowly down from my peak, watching my girl in through the glass as her movements slowed also. We chatted softly through the glass and she told me that she'd really enjoyed herself, like really really. I don't know if it was a line or not but I actually believed her. I thanked her for a wonderful time and for my three orgasms - which she smiled at, and we both redressed and left.
On the way out the attendant behind the desk at the adult store gave me a nod and a smile. I couldn't help but stop and tell him that they needed to put some air conditioning in the private booth - it was hot in there!
A Night of Frustration
Finding opportunites to steal an orgasm after that first night became scarcer and more difficult.
A sent me a cheeky text instructing me to go a peepshow and buy a private dance. A and I had visited a peepshow once before, and had wound up fucking in the booth as the girl who danced for us played with herself and encouraged us along. It was a heady memory and as I turned my car to head for the strip where I would find the club I was determined not to fail. I parked and went inside the club. It is set out with an adult shop in front and the peepshow out the back, so you have to pass through the adult store to get to the booths. I wandered into the store and feigned interest in some DVD titles before working up the nerve to go out the back.
I headed straight for the private booth. It was closed. There was a man waiting outside it, a rather seedy looking man. Feeling desperately out of place I checked the monitors for an update on what was going on, they showed timers as to when the next girl was dancing and how long til the end of a private session. I looked up just in time to see the private session be renewed for another 15 mins. I glanced back at the private booth, there was now a queue of 3 men! Bugger that! I left the peep, thinking about what my other options were.
I resolved to go to a strip club and buy a private dance instead. Unlike Sydney, here I could get a true lap dance with full contact. Nice! I headed for a strip club that I knew to be very classy with nice looking girls. I parked and walked up to find that is was CLOSED. Permanently. What was wrong with my luck this night?
Finally I had another idea, I grabbed a local paper from outside a convenience store and parked my car on a quiet street. I leafed through the classifieds to find a phone sex service. If I couldn't have a private show then at least I could have a breathy voice talk me through a sexy masturbation session. I found a likely looking advertisement and called the number. I sat through at least 5 minutes of annoying menu-speak and chose the option to be put through to a live girl. I waited while the call diverted through to my sexy temptress.
"Hello?" she answered finally
"Hello?" I replied
Then she hung up. ARRRGGHH!! I could not contain my frustration! I had tried so hard to fulfil my task but it was all to impossible now. I was running late to be back at the house for dinner so I set off. I texted A about my mission later, and he commended me for my continued efforts.
My second trip to the peepshow was not so fruitless.
A sent me a cheeky text instructing me to go a peepshow and buy a private dance. A and I had visited a peepshow once before, and had wound up fucking in the booth as the girl who danced for us played with herself and encouraged us along. It was a heady memory and as I turned my car to head for the strip where I would find the club I was determined not to fail. I parked and went inside the club. It is set out with an adult shop in front and the peepshow out the back, so you have to pass through the adult store to get to the booths. I wandered into the store and feigned interest in some DVD titles before working up the nerve to go out the back.
I headed straight for the private booth. It was closed. There was a man waiting outside it, a rather seedy looking man. Feeling desperately out of place I checked the monitors for an update on what was going on, they showed timers as to when the next girl was dancing and how long til the end of a private session. I looked up just in time to see the private session be renewed for another 15 mins. I glanced back at the private booth, there was now a queue of 3 men! Bugger that! I left the peep, thinking about what my other options were.
I resolved to go to a strip club and buy a private dance instead. Unlike Sydney, here I could get a true lap dance with full contact. Nice! I headed for a strip club that I knew to be very classy with nice looking girls. I parked and walked up to find that is was CLOSED. Permanently. What was wrong with my luck this night?
Finally I had another idea, I grabbed a local paper from outside a convenience store and parked my car on a quiet street. I leafed through the classifieds to find a phone sex service. If I couldn't have a private show then at least I could have a breathy voice talk me through a sexy masturbation session. I found a likely looking advertisement and called the number. I sat through at least 5 minutes of annoying menu-speak and chose the option to be put through to a live girl. I waited while the call diverted through to my sexy temptress.
"Hello?" she answered finally
"Hello?" I replied
Then she hung up. ARRRGGHH!! I could not contain my frustration! I had tried so hard to fulfil my task but it was all to impossible now. I was running late to be back at the house for dinner so I set off. I texted A about my mission later, and he commended me for my continued efforts.
My second trip to the peepshow was not so fruitless.
While You're Away
I was going to be away for 2-3 weeks on work, so A made my task both specific to the week, and to my trip. While I was away from home I was to masturbate to orgasm at least once a day. Every day. I would be staying with family and not at a hotel, so this proved to be a little tricky for me to achieve - I had to use my imagination.
To start things off for me, A put in place a special task to be performed on my day of arrival, before I laid down to sleep in my unfamiliar bed for the first time. He knew I would be the only one home on this night, and such he instructed that I should leave my clothes in the bedroom and go outside to the front courtyard of the house where I was staying and masturbate there. When he told me this such a thrill ran through me, he knows exactly how much risky encounters turn me on. I couldn't help thinking lasciviously of the task that lay before me during my long interstate journey.
Once I had arrived at the house, finding that it was indeed empty, I dumped my gear and had a nice refreshing shower. I then ventured outside, completely naked, as instructed. I had to walk carefully when coming out the front door, it is in full view of the street outside and if I stepped to far beyond I would set off the very bright security floodlight. Managing to avoid that exposure, I snuck carefully across the gravel to stand in the centre of the courtyard. The air was cool against my skin and over the fence I could see the windows of neighboring homes, if anyone looked out those windows I had nowhere to hide. It was a bright night, the moon was big and streetlights and ambient light brought a soft glow to my skin.
I caressed my breasts and feathered my fingers over my pussy. I was soaking wet already. I started to stroke myself, feeling my pussy heat up as my skin cooled in the night air. I was so very turned on. I had a thought then and before I could talk myself out of it I went back inside and grabbed my mobile phone. I carefully re-entered the courtyard and dialled A's number.
A thought I was merely calling to check in, and asked how my trip had been and othere niceties. I confessed to him early on that I was in the midst of my first task. I heard the interest pique in his voice. I described to him where I was and what I was doing, all the while caressing my throbbing pussy. I had to speak softly in case anyone was passing by, I explained to him.
"I thought you might want to bear witness to my orgasm." I suggested to A. He agreed and I sped up my ministrations, bringing myself closer and closer until I felt the spasm of orgasm and moaned my pleasure into the phone.
I think A was pleased with that.
To start things off for me, A put in place a special task to be performed on my day of arrival, before I laid down to sleep in my unfamiliar bed for the first time. He knew I would be the only one home on this night, and such he instructed that I should leave my clothes in the bedroom and go outside to the front courtyard of the house where I was staying and masturbate there. When he told me this such a thrill ran through me, he knows exactly how much risky encounters turn me on. I couldn't help thinking lasciviously of the task that lay before me during my long interstate journey.
Once I had arrived at the house, finding that it was indeed empty, I dumped my gear and had a nice refreshing shower. I then ventured outside, completely naked, as instructed. I had to walk carefully when coming out the front door, it is in full view of the street outside and if I stepped to far beyond I would set off the very bright security floodlight. Managing to avoid that exposure, I snuck carefully across the gravel to stand in the centre of the courtyard. The air was cool against my skin and over the fence I could see the windows of neighboring homes, if anyone looked out those windows I had nowhere to hide. It was a bright night, the moon was big and streetlights and ambient light brought a soft glow to my skin.
I caressed my breasts and feathered my fingers over my pussy. I was soaking wet already. I started to stroke myself, feeling my pussy heat up as my skin cooled in the night air. I was so very turned on. I had a thought then and before I could talk myself out of it I went back inside and grabbed my mobile phone. I carefully re-entered the courtyard and dialled A's number.
A thought I was merely calling to check in, and asked how my trip had been and othere niceties. I confessed to him early on that I was in the midst of my first task. I heard the interest pique in his voice. I described to him where I was and what I was doing, all the while caressing my throbbing pussy. I had to speak softly in case anyone was passing by, I explained to him.
"I thought you might want to bear witness to my orgasm." I suggested to A. He agreed and I sped up my ministrations, bringing myself closer and closer until I felt the spasm of orgasm and moaned my pleasure into the phone.
I think A was pleased with that.
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