Week 17 - Monday

While A and I were still slowly rousing from sleep, I started gently playing with his still soft penis, in preparation for his morning blow job. I roused him to the point of half-hardness before setting to work with my mouth and tongue and hands to give him a good morning wank. He let me devour him for quite some time, and I worshipped his hardness and gave him quite a working over before he pulled me up and we fell into sleepy snuggles. It was quite an effort to get out of bed.

For my photo today, I waited until a quiet moment at work. I'm in a new office now (different digs from my last two photo tasks) and thankfully this office has a closing door and I'm not too often bothered. However, I do occasionally have people poke their head in, either seeking me, or just wondering who - if anyone - is in the room. The door has a lock, but it is a key only lock, so if I were to lock the door and someone came looking for me it would be hard to explain away why I felt it necessary to lock myself in. With this in mind I decided my first photo of the week should be taken in my office and I should be totally naked.

So I stripped off and took position right behind my closed-but-not-locked door, hoping that no one would find it necessary to seek me out over the course of the next few minutes. I rattled off a few shots, trying for an acceptable one, and when I was pleased with the outcome I got dressed again. But it doesn't end there. I had forgotten what a turn-on the riskiness of being naughty in semi-public places can be. I slipped a hand into my recently re-attired undies to find my pussy already wet and wanting. So I remained leaning against my still-unlocked door awhile longer while I teased and rubbed myself to a satisfying orgasm. Ah, my still-wet pussy clenches with desire just recalling...

Week Seventeen - The Tasks

Back to the regime of tasks, and not a moment too soon. Hopefully my break from the tasks will have me more than ready to please. Week Seventeen was supposed to start last week, but I misbehaved and acted like a child and as a result my taskload is heavier this week.

Each day, I am to give A not one but two blow jobs. He has not specified that they must be to completion, but I expect he will dictate when I should finish. I'm thinking one in the morning and one in the evening would be a smart move.

In addition to this, each day I must also send A a dirty picture message via my phone. If my technology doesn't fail me, I'll also post them here for the wider viewing.

A has also informed me that he has a very special task me, as yet unspecified, as a direct punishment for my disobedience last week. We'll just have to wait and see what that shall be.

Week Sixteen - The Return

I returned home from my away job in far from perfect condition. Last day drinks had taken their toll quite decidedly and I was back and forth to the bathroom on my return flight home. I still dressed as sluttily as I dared in short shorts, heels and what was basically a see thru top (with bra underneath) but I certainly wasn't in any condition to match my behaviour to my outfit.

Poor, poor A. He obviously had something wickedly naughty planned for me for my return. He did not speak a word to me but handed me the most beautifully written instruction card, the first instruction was that I was not to speak, which I had to fail immediately so that I could request to be taken directly to a doctor. All plans for naughtiness failed after that point, and off I went to get my drugs and my needle to stop the dry retching. Never drinking again, I was promising myself the entire time.

So my silly drinking cheated me out of what looked to be a most appealing welcome home.

So, week 16 - A decided that we should start to work through the massive backlog of spanks I'd built up in the spank bank, so it was decided that each day the very first thing I am to do when I get home (from work or whereever) is to assume the appropriate position for spanking - in a different location within the apartment each day - and await A to mete out my punishment.

Monday - A was in the middle of cooking dinner when I arrived home, so I drew out one of our dining chairs and placed it within eyeline of him. I removed my pants and pulled my undies down to sit just under my bum cheeks, and knelt on a cushion before the chair, leaning my arms on the seat. And waited. And waited. A was very teasing, taking his time to approach, stroking and caressing my bottom before delivering the expected spanks, then walking away and leaving me there with a stinging bottom only to return later to deliver more. Sometimes he used just his hand, and sometimes one of our selection of paddles. 23 in total.

Tuesday - Another 23 spanks. This time I knelt on the bed. I think we were in a rush to be out of the apartment to do something so A was less leisurely and more businesslike on this occasion, using both hands and leather paddle.

Wednesday - I positioned myself in the kitchen, bending over the bench. I wasn't in A's direct eyeline so I think it took him a moment to realise I was waiting for him. Another 23 this day I think, and A used a new toy - a cane. He's been talking about getting a cane for quite awhile but I always thought it would be too intense for me. It was stingy, I'll admit, but he wielded it well, so I may just come round to the idea of a cane.

Thursday - I knelt on the couch in the living room this time - right next my darling A. After delivering 19 spanks, he asked me how many I'd received. I told him 19 - I think he believed he'd given me 20! He then asked how many I'd received each other day and I told him 23 each time, which surprised him as he had been aiming for 20 each time. He asked me if I wanted another 4 to even things up today - I left it to his discretion and he let me be.

Friday - I stood in the bathroom - legs apart, hands on the towel rail and naked from the waist down. A repositioned me so that my arse was pushing out further, asking for it more I suppose. I have no idea how many spanks I received this day as the first one was an absolute whopper and I just stood there in shocked pain and completely forgot to count. I will deduct 15 from the spank bank as I'm sure I received at least that many, although it is up to A's discretion as always to dictate figures.

This is all to report for week sixteen - and the last chapter of tasks and naughtiness for awhile. Tasks were suspended for a few weeks by a very benevolent A who gave me a much needed break while we did some overseas travel and recovered from associated jet lag. Week Seventeen will still follow on from here, but know, dear reader, that there has been a lapse of several weeks between 16 and 17 and that is why my posts have been meagre. This should change soon enough.

Week Fourteen - The Weekend

So here is my story of the weekend spent away. After finishing work on Friday I headed straight to the hotel, and was pleasantly surprised to find that my random internet pick was quite well appointed. Most noteable was the spa, which could comfortably fit two people, something I hoped would make use ofbefore the weekend was out. I had spent a bit of time online during the day trying to locate a likely place to go out alone that Friday night (I originally had arranged a date with an online girl, but she was unfortunately called in to work).

In a way I took the easy way out, and decided to go to a swingers club. My reasoning was, it is much easier to find girls who are into girls as such an establighment since most swinging ladies are bi or bi curious. Although they are also usually attached. But that was my decision, and with a few questions to some likely folks in the AMM chatroom the destination was sealed.

Imagine my surprise when the first person I bumped into at the club was a single girl. We surely must have been the only two there! She wasn't alone though, as I was, as she'd brought her male housemate along as a partner in crime. She was also quite cute and vivacious. We flirted quite a bit and she was quite up front in letting me know she wanted to play with me. Unfortunately, she must have been drinking heavily for most of the night and was visibly inebriated. I make it a point not to play with people who have lost control and she quite obviously had, so I didn't let it get any further than some sexy dancing and a few kisses, making a point of moving around the club and meeting the other punters. At some point later in the night she fell over or fell down and I saw her being escorted home by her friend. She no doubt had a whopper of a hangover the next day.

So no luck on count one. I was still feeling very much like a celebrity at the club, I guess a girl on her own will always be quite popular. Everyone I chatted to was very nice, although most I weren't attracted to. I only had to give the cold shoulder to one single man who just wouldn't take a hint. I was beginning to wonder if I'd find anyone to give a card to (let alone the five I needed to relieve myself of) when I noticed what must have been a late arrival doing a rather amazing job of pole dancing. She was wearing a full lace bodysuit, g-string and black stripper heels over her petite figure. I joined her on the dancefloor and we engaged in a very sexy double act, dancing around the pole and stalking each other.

In front of what was beginning to be a gathering audience we put on quite a show. She helped me out of my bra and licked my nipples, and I wound up naked with one leg stretched out to the side as she teasingly licked my pussy. By this point we were both starting to feel a little exposed, so we took a break and she retired to the outside area for a cigarette, after confessing to me that she was a little off her face. Not again! I joined her outside after a while and it became more and more obvious that she was not handling whatever drugs she was on. Prior to leaving the club, I gave her one of my cards, thinking that perhaps we could meet up the following night, when she was not pilling off her head, and perhaps pick up where we left off. This was something of a backup plan, as I already had one iron in the fire for Saturday night that I hadn't yet heard back from. She invited me to come back to her place, but I wasn't up for playing with her so out of it, plus, she was at the club with her male partner and another male friend, far too many men for my liking, since I wasn't attracted to either of them.

So with Friday a bit of a bust, Saturday started to look up in the early afternoon when I heard back from my original plan - the delightful Miss S. Miss S is truly a wet dream of a woman. Lean and tall with long dark hair, she is white-hot in a Lara Croft fashion. She is also an absolute lover of sex in all it's forms without the troubling emotional attachments that come along. A and I have played with her on one occasion which was a wonderful experience. I have also played with her solo which was also fantastic. I think all parties would be interested in more carnal fun, but we've been limited to playing when we are a) in the same city and b) when Miss S is single, which luckily for me she is at the moment.

Miss S joined me in the early evening, and after a couple of drinks at the hotel we went out for a wonderful meal at a local restuarant. We adjourned back to the hotel afterward and filled the in-room spa, settling in for a nice long soak. It was a bit of a girly night in, in so many ways as we took the time to give ourselves full body treatments, following the soak with a thorough body scrub that left our skin feeling so very soft. Once we were all scrubbed and dry we took turns rubbing a luxurious body lotion into every inch of each other's skin. Like a full body massage only with a much nicer view, it was totally relaxing.

After chilling on the bed having some good conversation, creeping ever closer to each other as we went, the sexual tension was finally satisfied and we sank into long deep kissing and caressing, rubbing our bodies against each other and marvelling at the sensation of soft on soft. Soon we were touching each others pussies, loving that slick wetness. Fingers weren't enough for long and I fetched my silver vibrator, using it to pleasure her in tandem with my mouth. Ah the beauty of such a woman in orgasm! She helped return the favour with a gentle touch, as I bounced on the same vibrator to another satisfying orgasm. There was no urgency in the entire session, just relaxed sensual exploration, drawing out the orgasms from each other. The sky was getting light as we were winding up. Now that was a good night.

So in the end, no great saving success on my personal cards task, though not for lack of trying (just not enough trying), though in terms of my own enjoyment I would consider the weekend to be a tremendous success.

Week Fifteen - The failure continues

A assigned my Week Fifteen tasks via email as we were unable to talk on the phone on Sunday night. Part one of the task is that I have until Friday to write up the tale of my weekend at the hotel. Part two of the task is that when I fly back home to Sydney I must dress as a complete slut. What I did not realise is that my task to update my blog daily still applied. So I have made it to Thursday without updating. A has kindly reminded me that the daily blog update task has indeed been in affect, so that is a further 60 spanks into the Spank Bank.

Tonight I am to give my pussy 20 firm spanks whilst thinking hard about my liberal interpretations of my tasks. I must also send my deepest apologies to A for my total and complete failure of the past week. I must also apologise for not completing my personal cards task either, for I am quite pathetically shy and don't seem to have the smarts to think of a place I might go to meet gorgeous single women I can hit on.

Dearest A, upon my return you shall have a period of 24 hours of your choice where I will be within your complete command. Whether you wish to fuck me in the ass or you'd like me to take out the garbage, I am yours to command. No holes barred. No objections or arguments, I promise. I will massage your back, rub your feet, take you out to dinner, wait on you hand and foot, or whatever else your heart desires. It is not much, but it is all I have to give, I am yours.

Apologetically,

Miss C

Week Fourteen - the failure begins

Just a quick rundown of the end of Week Fourteen to get us up to date. I have, quite obviously, not managed to update in rather a long time... so here goes...

Thursday
I was at work til rather late on Thursday and was getting ready to leave when I realised I hadn't yet updated my blog. I was tired and cranky and not feeling terribly creative so when A popped up on my chat program I let him know I wouldn't be updating that day, and that I'd take my punishment like a grown up. I was not expecting him to assign me a punishment on the spot. My punishment for my refusal to update, was to give myself 20 firm spanks - ensuring my bottom was rosy by the end of the 20th or I would have to repeat the act again. I had 45 minutes to complete the task and then to call A to tell him I had succeeded. Luckily, my accomodation is not far from our temporary office lodgings, so I was able to get there rather quickly, leaving me plenty of time to comply.

I took my time with the spanking, and gave myself 10 firm hits on each cheek. I think I'm gettin better with my left hand, as I was able to get a fairly even colour on both cheeks, despite using different hands for each side. I called A afterward and told him of my compliance. The 20 spanks I gave myself now don't need to be added to the spank bank.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday
In short, Friday was hell and Saturday and Sunday I had no internet access. I know these are flimsy excuses and I don't expect any exceptions to be made for me. 60 spanks will be added to the Spank Bank.

That is Week Fourteen.

Week Fourteen - Wednesday

Well I'm taking the plunge this weekend. I've booked a hotel for Friday and Saturday night and I'm going out in an unfamiliar area, for the most part - alone. My aim is to try and give out at least some of my disastrously un-fulfilled quota of personal cards. I will be on the hunt!

I don't imagine I will be able to lure anyone back to my hotel, and I'm not sure if I want to go that far, it seems a bit cheap. But I'd like to test the reactions I get, and "practise" my girl-hunting skills in a situation where I have a low possibility of running into any "straight" friends. The whole thing both scares and excites me. My ultimate outcome would be some girl-pashing. That would be rather lovely.

My task has been useful as I've had to think of ways to approach and break the ice with a potential girl. I don't know that either of my first two ideas would work so well in a real world setting. I'll probably just go the traditional way of complimenting them on something they're wearing (which is today's idea.)

Wish me luck. Suggestions welcome (the comments section does work!)

Week 14 - Tuesday

It probably says something about me that my second thought for a way to hit on a girl also involves indirect contact. In my mind I'm in a nightclub, a regular "straight" mainstream nightclub, and I've been keeping an eye on her for a while, watching her dance and enjoying the way she moves, appreciating the way her outfit shows off just enough of her gorgeous figure to really turn me on.

I wait for my moment, when she's away from her friends. Perhaps she's on the way to the bar, or the ladies room and I figure out a way for out paths to intersect. And I slip her something - either one of my personal cards, or perhaps a coaster. I'd have to at least catch her attention, so I probably touch her on the arm and say "hi" and then hand her my message. I'd probably run away like a scared little rabbit once it's in her hand, but try to make sure she can see where I go, in case she wants to take me up on it.

The message on the card/coaster would be something along the line of "have you ever thought of trying girls? Would you like to?". The perfect ending would be for her to read it as I walked away. I'd turn back and catch her eye and smile.... hopefully she'd smile back.

Week 14 - Monday

It's old fashioned and a little cowardly, but I think the classic act of buying a woman a drink is a very good icebreaker. It works in my mind, as I'm so shy with people I don't know, so if I were to send over a drink from the bar I can make the first move without actually talking to her. You would hope that by investing in a drink, that the female in question would feel they owe it to you to at least acknowledge you, and hopefully spare some time to talk.

In my mind, this approach would work in a not-too-crowded cocktail bar. The lady in question would be travelling on business and on her own, so it's possibly a hotel bar, and she would be at a loose end and maybe a little lonely and open to some interaction with a stranger.

It unfolds with the drink being sent over, and the waiter gesturing to where I am at the bar when he delivers it to the object of my attraction. She looks over, a little confused and I smile and wave. She smiles back, hesitantly, still wondering what is going on. That's when I take a deep breath and approach her, my own drink in hand, and make a comment about how since we are both alone, perhaps we could pass the time together.

The drink itself? A cosmopolitan. Stylish. Classic.

Week 14 - The Tasks

A called me last night to have a catch up and assign this weeks tasks. He's going easy on me this week, in a way. For each day this week I need to come up with an icebreaker, something I could say to a girl I find attractive in order to start up a conversation. I can either blog it, or tell A on the phone or via email, but I must do it each day.

There is also another task, well not so much a task but a rule. I'm not to wear any underwear for the entire week. This is a little annoying for me as I don't like to go without underwear for long periods, but I must do as I'm instructed.

The rule of blogging daily still stands - the blog needs to be updated each day or else it's 20 spanks. Since my tasks may not generate enough interest on their own, I must still come up with something interesting each day to blog. Whatever it is, it's up to me, but it needs to be worthwhile. We'll see how I go.

Week 13 - the weekend

Well it all fell apart when the weekend hit. I failed to pull off any more masturbation sessions on Friday, and also failed to fulfil my tasks for Saturday and Sunday. I lay myself at A's feet and will take whatever punishment he deems fit.

I have also accumulated 40 spanks for failing to update my blog on Saturday and Sunday.

Punishment will be announced when assigned.

Week 13 - Friday, part one

Friday is D-day, or should I say 3-day. Today is the day I must achieve three orgasms. The first one I took care of this morning. I was relieved to note that I was the first to arrive at work this morning. I took the opportunity to have my first orgasm at work. I'd purposefully worn a long flowing skirt, so that I could easily access my pussy, and I began by sliding off my tiny gstring. I slapped my pussy a few times, then went for a wander around the office. I sat on the floor in full view of the windows, and after checking that the coast was clear, I flashed my pussy into view and started to stroke my clit. This daring move got my juices flowing almost instantly.

The position was too exposed to stay in for long, so I moved to my desk, which is still quite exposed, but I turned my chair away from the windows and tried to hide my hand movements. Not knowing if my boss would arrive any moment, I pumped my pussy quickly, fingers sliding easily over my juicy clit. I keep this up remorselessly until my orgasm came.

One down, two to go.

Week Thirteen - Thursday

A long day at work and by the time I got away I was dead on my feet. If I had a brain in my head I would have done my task at work, but alas the thought did not occur to me. I took a long relaxing shower to try and settle down, then searched the cupboards to try and locate some kind of instrument of pain.

In the end I settled for a hairbrush. Not very original I know, but quite effective. I bent myself over the bed and gave myself and good and proper seeing to with the brush, leaving pink marks on both my buttocks. I tried to take a photo for proof, but they didn't show up in the dim light.

Alas, despite my spankings I was not able to achieve an orgasm. I was just too darn tired. So is half a task fulfilled better than none? We shall see.

Week Thirteen - Wednesday

Wednesday I took it a bit easy. I took a long hot bath, even turning on the spa jets (don't get too excited - only 2 out of 4 work) and had a nice relaxing soak. When I got out of the bath I didn't dry myself off, instead laying towels out on the bed and lying on them, letting my body dry naturally. I put on some sensual music and relaxed, just letting my hands stroke over my skin.

When I was starting to feel ready for a session I began to squeeze and twist my nipples. See, tonight's pain play was going to be nipple torture. I pulled at twisted at my light pink nipples, until they stood out hard from my breasts. I licked my fingers and started to stroke my pussy with one hand as I continued to tug and pull at my nipple with the other. To be completely honest, I don't think I'm very good at self-nipple torture - it just didn't seem to have the same effect as when A does it to me. I guess he is stronger, because he always seems to be able to push me right to the edge of what I can handle, and afterwards my nipples are so sensitive it can take days to recover.

Anyway, I continued to tweak and twist my nipples as I stroked my pussy to wetness. Soon I was rocking my hips against my hand and reaching for my vibrator. I re-enacted the position from the day before, kneeling over the vibe and bouncing up and down on it as I rubbed my pussy. This combination of sensation guaranteed an orgasm and when it came I was panting and moaning with pleasure. I slept heavily and well that night.

Week Thirteen - Tuesday

Trust A to give me a pain play task when all my punishment toys are interstate! To remedy the lack of instruments of titillation, I had a think about what I could pick up locally. So when I was at the supermarket last night I picked up a pack of clothes pegs. Unfortunately I had to buy 52 of them, but they were cheap so no matter. I must have looked a bit strange in the supermarket, testing all the different brands to see what was the least "pinchy". In the end I chose the humble wooden spring-loaded kind. Needless to say Tuesday's task fulfilment involved using them.

I warmed up with some sexy striptease dancing, gyrating around the room and posing for the mirror, just to get my blood up and my mind in the right space. When I'd removed all my clothes I perched on the side of the bed and stroked my nipples to attention. Then I tried applying a peg to my left nipple. The pressure was nice while I was still holding the peg with my hand and controlling the squeeze, but if I let go it was just too tight and too intense! Ingeniously, I discovered if I forced some material in between the two prongs of the peg up near the spring, it stopped the peg from closing completely and I was able to let go and leave my nipple firmly pegged. I did this on both breasts and soon I was tapping at the pegs with my fingers to see what the vibration did. It was pleasant, but intense.

Next I tried pegging my labia, and then, ever so gently my clit. I defintely couldn't have used an un-rigged peg on my clit, it would have been far too tight! Also I was getting rather wet which was making it all the more difficult to make the pegs stay. I discovered that as I was getting more turned on I could take more pressure, and so I was able to end up with an un-rigged peg on each nipple and one on my clit. It was around this time that I took my trusty vibe from it's place of honour on the bedside table.

I positioned myself on my knees, bum on the bed and slipped the vibe inside me. I found that in this position, with the end of the vibe on the bed, I was able to bounce up and down on it and it would stay in position, leaving my hands free to play with my clit. The pegs came off for easier access and soon I was bouncing on the vibe like I was riding cowgirl and rubbing my sodden clit with glee. I really will have to do this position again - the feel of the vibe going in and out was really wonderful. I could feel the orgasm coming and let myself be vocal, when it came it was sooo good! I flopped onto my back and got my breath back. I'd left a pretty large wet spot...

Week Thirteen - Monday

A seemingly perfect opportunity arose today when my boss decided to pop home for a while to put on some washing. I was left alone in the office... but there was work that wouldn't wait! I got it out of the way as quickly as I could, and took advantage of my solo situation to type up the weekend's blog entries. This was a good first step as it warmed me right up for a masturbation session.

With my boss' impending return hanging over me, I needed to have my orgasm done quickly (as I have dinner plans with workmates as well, so there's no telling when I'll get another opportunity today!) So I went and stood in the corner of the office with a view of the carpark so I could see if he was coming back. Remembering the instructions about pain play I bent forward and alternated caressing, then smacking, my arse with the flat of my hand. It's probably not very experimental of me to start with spanking since I've proven to be an absolute slut for it in the past, but time was of the essence.

I was stroking my clit with my right hand while smacking my arse with my left - the smacking sound was so loud in the empty office. Unfortunately I am not left handed and just couldn't seem to smack with any real intensity until I switched hands. My whole body flushed when I started smacking myself with my right hand, how would I have looked to anyone? Bent over in the corner of the office with one hand buried in my undies while smacking my arse with the other, flushed red and panting. My arse was starting to sting and my clit was demanding more attention when I stopped the spanking to push myself to orgasm. I rubbed intensly until my orgasm came and I shuddered where I stood with the intensity of it. I couldn't help smelling my fingers afterward, seeking that pussy scent.

Week Thirteen - The tasks

This week it's a new spin on an old favourite. Each day this week I need to masturbate - where when and how is up to me. But in each session I need to experiment with sexual pain. Whether it's nipple torture, spanking, clit tweaking, whatever. I need to experiment enough that at the end of the week I have chosen some kind of sexual pain that I would like A to inflict on me.

Additionally, one day this week I need to masturbate three times. These three times must be spaced at least an hour apart. I shall have to select that day carefully. Oh and it must be a week day.

Lastly, for every day that I don't update my blog, 20 spanks will go into The Spank Bank.

Week Twelve - Bonus Task

After my horny "three photos in public" day, I was relaxing at my hotel and winding down when I got a text message from A. It said "Call me at 9:32pm while masturbating". Oh goodness! Unsure if I had another orgasm in me, I waited until ten past nine and then pulled out my camera and started to look through the photos I've been taking over the past few weeks. As I pulled out each one I remembered what I was doing at the time, and how turned on I'd been and before too long I was wet and my fingers were dancing over my clit again.

I almost started too early, as I was getting desperate to call A so that I could come, but I still had 12 mins before 9:32pm! So I slowed my movements and tried to keep my heat at a simmer until I could call. I rang at 9:31, trusting that long connection time would put me through right on time. After a few pleasantries, A asked if I was touching myself. I told him yes. He told me to slap my pussy, I held the phone down and did so. He told me to slap it again - harder. I did and my pussy sizzled in response. He then told me to slap and keep slapping until he said to stop. I did, keeping up the pace he'd set, each slap setting off my pulsing clit. In retrospect, despite further touching and pleasure after this point, I think I orgasmed during this slapping session and I wasn't able to crest afterward.

It was while my fingers were still busily working over my pussy that A assigned my next task...

Week Twelve - Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Spending the weekend with elderly relatives does not for good photo opportunities make. Sunday came about and I had not taken my shots for Friday and Saturday as I just couldn't bring myself to do so in my grandparents house. To make up for my enormous lapse, I decided to take three shots on Sunday, to make up for the missed photos, and that I would take them all in public places.

The first shot I took out on the street outside where I'd been staying. I'd just finished packing up the car and was bending over to reach inside, camera in hand, thinking that this would be the position I would pose in when a motor scooter came rumbling down the street. I had to wait for them to do a u-turn and pass me on their way before the coast was clear again. This near-miss got my juices flowing even more. I pulled up my skirt and bent as low as I could, exposing my see-through mesh panties for the camera. I could feel my pussy ache in appreciation as I did so. After I took the shot, I got into the car and touched my pussy - I was SO wet! But no time for rewards yet - I had to head off for a visit.



The second shot I took in the car park of a friend of mine's work. I'd come to pick her up for a lunch date, so before I went inside I thought I'd take my second photo. This one was a litle trickier as I had to get my undies down first! Traffic was rumbling past on a nearby main road, and although I'd opened the door as a shield, surely someone must have seen the strange position I was in and wondered what on earth I was up to. I knew I was so, so wet after this one, but I couldn't even stop to check as I had to get inside and meet my friend.



I was on my way back to my accomodation, taking the freeway, when I noticed that it was getting dark. Soon I wouldn't have much light, and since my camera doesn't have a flash I really needed to take a shot soon. After a fair bit of internal debate, I pulled over in an emergency stopping lane, with the heavy weekend traffic whizzing by. I removed my panties completely and opened up both the passenger doors, and stood in between them, camera ready. It took several shots before I got anything useable as the light was failing. Meanwhile cars were whizzing past and I'm sure some people were wondering what on earth I was up to. When I finally got a shot I liked, I put the camera away and sat down on passenger seat with my legs outside the car. I then touched myself like a maniac, enjoying the silky wetness of my pussy and rubbing my sodden clit like mad. The orgasm, when it came, was oh so satisfying!

And then I turned off my hazard lights and drove the rest of the way home. Oh, and the undies stayed off for the rest of the day. That includes the stop off to pick up food, and all the bending necessary for getting my bags back into the hotel.

Week Twelve - Thursday

Thursday I decided to pose one in my accomodation that night. I was a bit riled up, so this photo preceded a pretty horny masturbation session. Following taking this shot, I rolled myself into bed and started stroking my already wet pussy. As I touched myself I started thinking about opening the sliding door and pleasuring myself in the fresh air of the balcony, and so I sneaked out of bed to do so. My orgasm came standing in the doorway, with my silver vibrator sliding in and out of me and my leg propped up high. It was a very good one too!

A was the recipient of this one, naturally...