Confessions of a Fledgling Flasher Pt. 02

Every second of it was all so intense, surely an experience I will remember for the rest of my life. It is entirely one thing to play a game of pretense and allow a man some secret peeks at my body or to even enjoy a clandestine touch or two. Yet, to be totally naked and to sit down and actually open my legs for the father of a friend, this was an entirely new erotic challenge. My heart was racing, and my throat had gone totally dry. Yet I did it! And I know in doing this, I enhanced the core of my sensuality in such a way I am a bolder and more confident woman to this day.

Suddenly, all at once the realization flowed through me. Here I am without a single stitch on my body and with my legs wide open. Leaving me no doubt what I was doing was real; I could see myself in mirrors both in front and to the sides. My blonde ponytail was hanging forward over my left shoulder and my nipples were standing up more stiff and pink than I could ever remember. My cheeks were flushed a fiery red, even though I hadn't put on any rouge before coming over. Most striking of all was when I first pushed with my knees against the pads just a little bit, and I felt my innermost lips begin to spread apart.

Mr. Taylor had come around to stand right in front of me. He was blocking my view of myself in the mirror on the wall in front of me, but OMG! And the way Kaylee's father was looking at me! My heart was pounding and pounding! I will never, never, ever forget it.

I don't know how long he stood only a few feet away looking straight down between my legs, or how long I let him look at me just sitting there with my knees up in those pads. Perhaps it was that unique sensation a woman experiences when she becomes ultra-aware of her innermost lips that caused me to pause before pressing my knees with any more force into those pads, but suddenly, I flashed upon an even bolder idea and decided to pretend I was doing it wrong.

Shaking my head, I looked up to him pleadingly. "This doesn't feel quite right, Mr. Taylor." I even went so far as to reach down and gently touch myself just above the opening of my vagina. Then slowly drawing the tip of my middle finger up and gently spreading my lips apart as I went, when I grazed the tip of my finger up and over my swollen, little, pink rosebud I couldn't help but shiver. My heart was racing so, and I was so on fire, I couldn't believe I managed to find my voice much less sound so coy and innocent as I lifted away my hand and asked, "Does this look right to you, Mr. Taylor?"

From his scarlet cheeks and eyes spread even more wide open than my legs, there could be no doubt what I was showing him looked right to him. The man's face was simply livid, and I noticed his hands trembling ever so slightly as he stood there rubbing at his chin. Yet not saying a single thing, Mr. Taylor came back around, and I shifted my sweaty bottom on the vinyl seat as I allowed him to put his hands up under my thighs and then reposition my legs. Having him so close caused the heat inside me to surge. The massive bulge standing up in the front of his trousers was so close and level with my eyes. When he walked up to me, I could have reached out and touched it or even leaned over and kissed it had I been so bold. Yet staying still and allowing him to lean over and move me, when I happened to glance down between my legs and saw when I ran my fingers up between my lips I had spread them so wide they exposed every inch of the glistening pink within, my heart skipped a beat. At this moment, I couldn't recall ever having my legs this wide open in front of anybody before, not even at the gynecologist's office.

Yet wanting to a good little girl for Mr. Taylor, I stayed still and allowed him to place my legs so that my knees ended up back on the exact same places on the pads they had been before. Continuing to play our little game was truly one of the most overpoweringly erotic experiences I could have ever imagined. Though our pretense was that I was simply exercising, there is simply no thrill that compares with being completely naked and spreading yourself wide open in front of a man like Mr. Taylor.

Of course, this wasn't going to be the end of it; as far as I was concerned we were just getting started. After settling my knees back into the pads, he ran his hands down my calves, then back up over my knees, slowly and luxuriously slipping his fingers along the tops of my sweat-soaked thighs. To see as well as feel his hands upon me as I watched him slide his hands inward along the taut muscles of my inner thighs stirred within me such a state of quivering anticipation. I can't be sure, but I'm pretty positive I was holding my breath and not daring to breathe when the tips of his fingers stopped just short of touching upon the fringe of blonde hair surrounding my very wet and very openly exposed pussy.

When I looked up from his hands, we both made eye contact. This was obviously another one of those thresholds. The intensity of my excitement with his hands poised just millimeters from my most intimate cleft had me achingly breathless. My heart simply was pounding and throbbing up in my throat, and his hesitation, his stopping just before that moment of moments was almost too much for even a young heart like mine to handle. Kneeling down beside me, Mr. Taylor just looked at me, while I looked back at him. If he was waiting for me to tell him not to go any further, he was in for a very long wait.

Even as young and inexperienced as I was, I knew that my pretense of innocence was the key ingredient in our recipe for erotic fun. When I first began to reveal my body to Mr. Taylor, it had been so exciting to pretend I wasn't doing what I was actually doing when my nightie slipped down 'by accident.' Or that I just happened to bend over too far and coincidentally had 'forgotten' to have on any panties while I searched about in the refrigerator for that elusive orange juice that Saturday morning when Mr. Taylor and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen.

Since Mr. Taylor still hadn't moved his hands any further, feeling I had to say something, I couldn't hide the quake in my voice when I managed to ask, "Am I in the right position now?"

Coming back to himself and lifting his hands he got up off his knees and stepped away. Perhaps his own throat was a dry as mine was as he only nodded, then walked around to stand once again out in front of me. He raised one hand and circled his finger in the air as an indication for me to start. Clearing his throat, he instructed, "Try it now."

I glanced down between my breasts and to the spread of my pussy, knowing full well how dramatically my innermost lips and even my vagina would open up the moment I really pressed my knees into those pads and spread the arms apart as far as the machine would allow. Placing my own hands on my thighs, I swallowed and gave my knees a slight press. Then I actually began doing it! Using just my knees, I moved the pads in and out, and in and out, all the while looking down between my legs to see for myself the tendons along the insides of my thighs standing out with the effort. Surprisingly, my lips didn't spread apart as much as they felt like they did, possibly because he had the machine set on the lowest weight. Still, the sensation of opening and closing my legs again and again was all such an intense rush. After quite a few glorious repetitions, I had another of my ideas. "Ouch," I cried out. "Ow! Mr. Taylor! I think I have a cramp in my thigh."

Appearing very concerned, immediately he came back around and knelt down beside me. I pulled back my own hands and gripped the handles behind me. Surely taking this for the invitation it was, straight away, Mr. Taylor placed his hands at the very tops of my thighs where mine had been just moments ago. With his thumbs down and in on my inner thighs, he gently squeezed.

I know with Mr. Taylor so near and his thumbs so close to the most intimate area of my body, surely I wasn't thinking very clearly. Yet he appeared hypnotized to be kneeling so close while taking in the view I was presenting to him. This close and from this angle, I was sure he could actually see down into my vagina. Perhaps he wasn't thinking clearly as well, because he was so close, he could have easily leaned over to his right and given my left nipple a kiss. Just when it was about to become awkward, Mr. Taylor did find his voice. "Those muscles do feel a little stiff, Jenny Lynn." He squeezed in again with his thumbs, even more deeply this time. "Would you like for me to massage them for you?"

Would I! My cheeks were positively on fire, and I was burning up inside. "Yes, yes!" All at once the words flew from my lips. "Yes, I would like that very much, Mr. Taylor. Would you? Would you please?" To show him how eager I was, leaning back and with my hands holding on to the handles at the back of the machine I lifted my knees out of the pads and spread my legs even wider as rested my thighs on the support arms. "Ooh, please, Mr. Taylor. It really hurts."

Of course, it didn't hurt at all. Lying back as I was with my arms behind me, and completely naked and with my legs spread, what I was feeling was actually quite the opposite of pain.

Possibly enjoying the tease of the game we had been playing, taking a bold step forward and then stepping back as we had been doing, Mr. Taylor didn't instantaneously move his hands down and in those last few delicious millimeters. Instead, he slid both hands back up to the tops of my thighs and began to massage, kneading his strong fingers deeply into the muscles. "Is this where the cramp is?"

"Almost." I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. "The cramp is actually a little down and closer in. You know, a little closer in from where you had your hands just before you moved them." I gave him a questioning glance. "Would you massage me there? I mean, is that okay?"

"Oh?" Momentarily he held his eyes to mine, but as soon as we made deep eye contact, he quickly looked away and down between the spread of my legs as if spying his goal would help him to find the courage to go there.

Thinking about Mr. Taylor as often as I have, that despite everything we had already done he acted hesitant rather than just jumping on me and having his way with me is what made it all so perfect. Being his daughter's friend and presenting him with the opportunity to enjoy a pretty, young girl was something I suspected didn't happen to him every day. Certainly, even though he appeared so mature and experienced, I suspect poor Mr. Taylor had to be every bit as nervous as I was. Perhaps even more so.

Keeping his eyes where they were, when Mr. Taylor spoke he sounded softly distracted. "I know how difficult it can be to massage your own cramp. It always works much better if someone else does it for you."

I exhaled and managed to give him a smile, even if my mouth still was bone dry. "Thank you so much, Mr. Taylor, you're a real life saver."

He responded by sliding his hands ever so slowly down and in-between both of my my thighs, lower and lower towards the prize. All the while, millimeter by glorious millimeter occasionally flashing me glances as if waiting for me to ask him to stop. That just wasn't going to happen. Having already placed his fingers so near to my lips, I think I would have died if he'd have stopped now.

Leaning back and watching, perhaps he wasn't being cautious, but really, he knew exactly what he was doing, because his going so slow was more potent than any drug. He had me positively burning up inside. I just had to feel that first contact without any cloth between his hands and me! As if the world had gone into a dizzying slow motion, every split second I can remember seeing another image. In the mirror to my right I could see myself lying back naked and both my nipples standing up so stiff and pink. The mirror directly in front reflected the wide-open spread of my legs and his hands way up in between my thighs. Then looking back down and seeing Mr. Taylor leaning in and concentrating upon my pussy, the level of my excitement felt like that split second when I know with just one more touch or stroke, an orgasm of cataclysmic proportions will carry me away. Driving me almost wild with anticipation, I had to have more! Yet I also didn't ever want this kind of excitement to end.

For so many weeks, I'd fantasized and dreamt about being alone with Mr. Taylor. I'd played with myself, and brought myself to orgasm after orgasm while alone in my bed and in the shower and tub, but this ... this wasn't fantasizing. This was so real it was unreal! Certainly he had to know exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it to me on purpose, because his going so slow was as intensely erotic as anything could possibly be. When I felt the tips of his fingers touch upon a few wisps I think I went into what I can only call a panic of pleasure. Only few millimeters more, and he'd have me shivering, lost in absolute bliss.

Mr. Taylor had his own eyes centered upon the surrounding little wrinkles of my innermost lips and the moist and glistening soft pink color within. Every moment of every thumping heartbeat was absolutely unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable! My breath was coming as hard as if I had just run a mile, and the heat his hands were creating inside me just seemed to be pouring out between my legs. I was so pink, and so wet, and so wide open. Then, it happened. Both of his index fingers suddenly took that least little slip, and lightly brushed across my lips. The tips of his fingers instantly glistening and wet, we both watched spellbound.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Taylor." I have no idea why I felt compelled to say something right then much less apologize. "I'm afraid I really perspire a lot when I exercise."

"That's okay, Jenny Lynn. His fingers were gently sliding up and down along the insides of my lips, spreading them even wider apart. "All good athletes do males and females alike."

At this moment I had never felt so female in my entire life.

Still attempting to keep up the pretense that Mr. Taylor wasn't really massaging my naked pussy, but was in fact only working on a cramp, somehow I managed to stammer, "I'm sure they do."

I knew male perspiration doesn't smell like my vagina when it's wet, and neither does female perspiration either, for that matter. Yet to me, the heat and musk was almost overpowering. It was a strange thing to be self-conscious about something like this at time like this. Perhaps it was that I was so hot and wet and I had my legs spread so wide open. It could also be that being so young and new at all this I couldn't help but notice my own musk. No matter what it was, with what Mr. Taylor was doing to me with his fingers, it was impossible to concentrate on any one idea for long. The only thing I knew for sure was each tickle and probe was making me wetter than I had ever been in my life.

Mr. Taylor didn't seem to mind the aroma or the wetness as he began massaging in places he hadn't touched before. Gently pulling back on my lips and spreading me so wide-open it seemed all I could see was pink. In unison, his thumbs began sliding up and down, not in the very center but along the insides of my lips. I'll always remember the sensation of watching his thumbs part the topmost crease of my lips and seeing my swollen and scarlet little rosebud pop out into view. Almost instantly, his thumbs focused upon it, tracing around and the base the plump little morsel of flesh stood up all swollen and pink. Then with one hand holding me open and using just his other thumb, he began making these excruciatingly delightful passes across the tip. With all pretense now laid bare, I just leaned back and gave myself over to my pleasure, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier as the pressure within me continued to build.

Suddenly, he stopped. Keeping one thumb just underneath the swollen tip, and the other poised just on top, he took his eyes from between my legs and looked up to my face. "Are you okay, Jenny Lynn?"

"Oh yes!" I'm not sure if I screamed it or just blurted it out. It was everything I could do to speak between gasps for breath. My own hands were gripping the bars behind me, and had the machine's arms not been keeping my legs already spread I would have reflexively thrown my hips forward and tried to spread myself for him even wider. "Yes, Mr. Taylor. Yes! I'm fine. But please, please keep going. Don't stop now. The pain is almost gone."

Mr. Taylor flashed me that sly smile, then looked back down and resumed. With each and every sweep of his thumbs the heat and pressure deep within my vagina kept increasing. His fingers and thumbs were becoming soaked as he had me teetering on the edge of an absolute meltdown. After only a few more seconds of this excruciating pleasure, all of a sudden my back arched up, and I thrust upward with my hips, moaning out loud as I threw back my head and gave into the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Gripping those handles with my sweat soaked hands and leaning back with my hips up off the seat, I tried clenching my teeth to stifle my moans and keep from crying out with each fresh surge of pleasure. His teasing me and going so slow had built up so much sexual tension, like the explosion of a volcano; the orgasm erupted throughout my entire body, and then washed over me again and again in wave after delicious wave. Shivering, quivering and my heart racing a mile a minute, the sensations emanating from between my legs were so overwhelming, so intense, a few moments passed before I could even open my eyes and let my bottom rest back down on the seat. He had me so rattled, it seemed to take a few minutes before I could even begin to start to breathe normally again.

When I was aware I could see again, I saw Mr. Taylor was there, his thumbs poised to either side of my still pulsing clit. He had his own incredible smile on his face, and seemed as pleased as ever I've seen any man, then or at any other point in my life.

Finally, I found my voice. "That felt absolutely incredible, Mr. Taylor." Still, I couldn't entirely let the pretense die. "I think the cramp is all gone."

Mr. Taylor actually gave me a sweet and knowing little chuckle. "I'm glad, Jenny Lynn." As though he might kiss me, he moved in a bit closer. "But, maybe to make sure it's all gone I should I kiss it. Do you think that might make it feel even better?"

When I realized what he was offering to do, another one of those rushes took me totally by surprise. He wants to kiss and lick my pussy! Surely, he had to know by now that I was totally his. Anything, anything at all he wanted to do for me, or with me, or to me, all he had to do was ask. "Yes please," I hushed. "A kiss always helped when I was little."

He cocked an eye, and gave my clit the most delightful little grazing glance with the tip of his thumb, showing me he knew full well just how sensitive I still was. There came that sly grin again, and a moment later I recall him saying, "Well, Jenny Lynn, I sure hope no one ever kissed a boo-boo for you like I'm going to kiss you now."

Of course, I knew about oral sex. Yet I had never experienced it for myself. Though I had hoped to do some in-depth exploration with Kaylee, that her dad, a grown man with real experience was offering to show me how it's done took me by complete surprise.

Mr. Taylor stood up, and offering his hand to help me up, when I tried to stand, I realized just how shaky and rubbery my legs were. Still every bit a gentleman, Mr. Taylor held my hand so gently as I stepped out of the machine and led me over to a pad on the floor.

"Lie down for me, Jenny Lynn." Releasing my fingers, he nodded down to the pad. "Lie down, and then spread your legs really wide for me. As wide as you can."