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It was her pelvic bones that did it, looking back. It was summer, and my wife and I had taken a week off together, enjoying the backyard resort we had built for ourselves. We enjoyed it on the weekends, to be sure, and took pleasure that our girls enjoyed it, too. But for a week each summer we wallowed in it, pretending it was an island resort, but all ours, all private.

This time our younger daughter, recently graduated from college, invited her roommate from school. We had met Simone several times during the four years, and she liked us; perhaps slightly jealous of our family, comparing it to her relationship with her parents. It wasn't until the third day, having spent the first two visiting with school friends and going out, that she and our daughter, Ellie, sat poolside with us.

It's not that she was bony; oh, no, not at all. Her butt was decently rounded for a twenty-two year old girl, and her breasts filled the top of her bikini like proud half oranges. She was slightly thinner than my daughter, but not by a lot, and Ellie is no plumper, just a little more rounded in places, in girlie places. It's weird, you know, talking about your daughter’s body. It reminds me of the joke where the guy gets yelled at by his wife for watching porn because the girls are their daughters age. 'Is that what you do when you watch that? Think of your daughter?' She asks. 'No,' he says. 'I think of her friends'.

So my wife and I were already out on the loungers for a while, and I had already jumped in for a swim and was back on the lounger. I was reading, in sunglasses, and my wife was next to me, on her stomach when the girls came out. Already mid-day, it was hot and sunny. They were late risers, having been out the night before.

It was when she lay on the lounge, two down from me, on the chair next to my wife, that I saw the vision that would obsess me. Her pelvic bones were pronounced at the sides, noticeable when she stood, but jutting out from her body when she reclined on her back. The elastic of the waistband stretched taut between them in a straight line, and gravity pulled her small stomach in, and her skin fell away from the top of her bikini bottoms, leaving a gap between the fabric and her skin. At first I thought I imagined it, and then found myself verifying that I was really seeing what I was seeing. And then I couldn't pull my eyes away, and pretended to read and ignore the conversation while I stole guilty surreptitious glances at the gap.

Mind you, there was nothing to see. But my eye was drawn there anyway, wanting, almost needing to see, knowing what WAS there, just out of my sight. A narrow quarter-inch opening between the elastic and her skin, the sun illuminating a stripe inside, and darkness beyond. Nothing. And everything. Because inside that shadow was her naked pussy, and my eyes were drawn to the possibility like a moth to a flame, and I couldn't get it out of my mind.

Her skin was thin at the outcropping of her pelvic bones, and soft and smooth across her belly, just a little mushy where age and drink was starting to take hold. No fat. No hair visible, and I wondered if she trimmed, and if so, how far? Or did she shave it off? Girls didn't shave when I was young. But a lot of them did, now. Right? I wondered if Simone did as I tried to sneak a peek every time she moved her hips, or leaned over, or sat up. Hell, whatever she did, I looked. I was paralyzed by fear of being caught looking, and tried to be sly and slick in my glances, and the conversation ignored me. My wife, ever the entertainer, engaged them in banter while they laughed and conversed.

And I watched. I found myself, beyond reason or reality, hoping that she might turn just enough, just a certain way that the opening might open more, flash me her bare pussy, hair or not, I didn't care. It was like watching two groups of drunks argue in a bar, hoping a fight would break out, knowing full well that you were too close and were bound to get caught in the ensuing melee.

Of course, it didn't happen. The girls swam, and sat on floats. I napped a little. I looked more when my wife went inside to fix lunch, and less when she came back out. I read very little, but had my book open a lot. Simone seemed nonchalant about it, as if she either didn't know about the gap or didn't care. She and Ellie gabbed and laughed and gabbed more as they always do. Just in bikinis. And hers with that illicit gap that teased and taunted me to distraction. And so the afternoon went.

Later, as the sun ducked behind a tree and hid us from its warmth we decided on a last swim, and then to prepare for dinner. I was the last one in, hanging the towels on the rack and cleaning up. I passed my wife in the kitchen, showered and dressed already, and kissed her and went to our room to change out of my suit and grab a towel. I opened the door and froze.

Simone was there, wrapped in a towel, her side to me, silhouetted against the large window. I apologized over her explanation that Ellie had said she could use the room to dress. I was backing out but I stopped, our eyes locked, my mind scouring the images of the day, her tiny gap, the hint of forbidden flesh. There was a long silence, and I moved back awards to the door, and she spoke.

"No, wait." Her voice was tinged with more than the carefree lilt it had carried all afternoon; that was still there, but another tone overplayed it, more serious. She turned to face me. "Close the door."

I don't know why, but I did as she said, pushing it slowly closed with my foot without turning away; I had that feeling, that if I turned my head I would miss something. And then, her eyes holding mine intently, she opened the towel and pulled it wide, dropping it behind her back, off her shoulders. And still she held my eyes; I couldn't tear them away from her face, expressionless and carefree.

"Look at me," she said then, and my eyes swept down her lovely young body, arms out to the side holding the towel at her back, behind her hips. Her skin slightly reddened over her tan in all the exposed places, the rest as white as pale ivory. Her youthful breasts stood proud and round on her, the nipple pink, beginning to crinkle. My eyes paused; watched them harden and beckon. Her narrow waist, small tummy. Those slightly protruding pelvic bones, not so pronounced as she stood, and between them, the promise of the gap that had beleaguered me all day, her shaved pussy, bare and pale, thin labia between her thighs, bulging just enough to be seen. I thought I saw a glistening there, wondering if I imagined it, or just wished it so.

Time froze. All day I had dreamed, imagined, wondered, my will subservient to my need, an addictive drug out of reach to my eyes. And now here she was, all of her unhidden. No longer an accidental glimpse, no longer a tease. A feast for my eyes, offered fully for my viewing. My obsession gripped me as my eyes accepted her gift, the drug of her exposure.

"I saw you looking," she said plainly. "I wanted you to see." Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, standing there, otherwise motionless. "You liked peeking," she said, her voice soft, secretive. "Do you like seeing?"

"Very much," I whispered, and the fear of discovery emerged with my words, suddenly filling me with anxiety. What if my wife came in? Still I could not tear my eyes away, memorizing every inch of her, searing those hidden parts of her into my retina. She dropped the towel to the floor behind her and took a step towards me.

“You like to see,” she stated softly. “I like to show. To be seen.” Her voice dropped and she stepped closer. “I like it even more when it is wrong, and dangerous.” Her eyes were heated and wet and her lips were parted. I felt my breath catch as she took another step and paused. “I don’t want sex. It’s not what I like.” She turned her head and glanced at the bed. “I like to show. You like to see. We’ll have to be quick.” Her eyebrows lowered. “Your wife could come in at any minute, catch us like this.”

“Yes,” I hissed as she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. “She would be…”

“She’d be angry,” Simone finished for me. “Angry at me. Furious at you.” She lifted a foot to the edge of the bed, thighs together, knee hiding one breast. “She wouldn’t understand, would she?” Slowly, her raised knee slid to the side, parting her legs. “She doesn’t understand what you need. What I need, what we can share.” As her leg moved her opposite hand slid to the juncture where her other thigh remained motionless. Her raised leg continued its slow motion outward, exposing her pale flesh, the swollen, tender labia. Her full peach, beautiful and perfect, exposed for my eyes. I exhaled, unaware I had been holding it.

“She’s right down the hall,” I whispered, “so close. She could come in any minute.” I watched her fingers slip down between her legs. She slid the lower leg now, spreading herself, and her fingers stroked her slit, from the bottom up. I noticed my cock straining and wondered when it had begun, and didn’t care. I was fully hard and throbbing, but could pay no attention to it. All of my being stared at the vision before me as she exposed herself.

“I know,” she said evilly, “it could happen any second. But that’s part of the excitement, isn’t it?” Her fingers touched her labia on one side, pressed into the soft flesh. “Like peeking at me when she’s right there. The danger makes it exciting.” She pulled the fleshy lips to the side, showing a slick pink wetness beneath. “It makes me excited and wet,” she whispered. “She could catch me, showing you my private place,” she hissed, “showing you my wet pussy.” Her voice lowered and the next words came out as throaty gasp. “My cunt.”

The word made me panic, and fear swept through me. “We can’t… she might…”

“Yes,” she said, and slipped a finger inside herself. “We should stop, now,” she added softly, burrowing her finger into her wetness, adding a second, then extracting them, wet and slick, parting them to show me the webbing of her secretions. I heard a moan, and realized it was my own. “You should go now. Go shower. Stroke your cock and think of this,” she said, and slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices from the digits. She smiled as she extracted the fingers.

And then she stood, suddenly, and returned to where she had left the towel. With her back to me as she bent I caught a quick glimpse of her young, tight buttocks parting, a hint of her pink crinkle, so tight and delicate and fresh. She wrapped the towel around her and turned to face me. Blood returned to my brain, and I blinked.

“Go, now, silly,” she said, “we’re done here. Go jerk your cock for me. Have a good one, and think of me.” She smiled.

“Thank you,” I managed, and back-stepped to the door. “You’re- you’re beautiful.”

“I know,” she said without arrogance. “And I like to show it.” Her eyes narrowed as I reached for the doorknob. “I’m staying another few days,” she said. “Maybe we will get another chance to share our little experience?”

I nodded, afraid to speak as I peered out the door, seeing the hallway clear, and dashed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower but didn’t get in. Naked, I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror as I stroked my cock, ashamed of my weakness, thrilled at the danger as I urged my cum. For her. Her pink nipples, her parted legs, the luscious glistening peach between them. I groaned as I recalled her fingers, slipping from her pussy, slick and webbed with her excitement, and I shot my load, urgent and almost painful, across the sink, grunting.

Guilt wracked me immediately. I mentally scolded myself again as I panicked, wiping my cum from the sink, compelling myself to resist the memory, to restrain my thoughts, to ignore her teasing of future possibilities. I imagined her dressed, with the rest of my family at dinner, looking at me, knowing what I’d seen, what she had shown me. She would know, and I would know she knew. I would turn away, ashamed, determined not to fall under her spell. I steeled my nerves under the hot spray, and felt my cock, so recently sated, twitch at the danger, the knowing, the secret we shared. I had to stop. To not look. To not imagine or even think of looking.

But inside I knew; knew I would not resist, and that if she chose to show me, I would look. Oh, how I would look, and see, and let her see me looking. Just the thought of it returned me to full hardness, and I stroked myself again, in the shower, for her. For what we shared, her gift to me. I grunted silently, shooting myself up, coating my fingers, rinsing my shame down the shower drain as it spurted from me.

I was lost.

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Simone's Adventure at Hunter's By Simone Clark When I was 12, I tried on a pair of my mother's pantyhose out of curiosity, little did I know it, but from that day forward I was hooked on cross dressing. I went through several purges, military service (to toughen me up and defeat my "habit") and a few other trials before I just accepted the fact that my alter ego, Simone, was not going anywhere. About the time of my acceptance of Simone, the Internet came on to the scene, and I was...

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Simones High School Adventure

Simone's high school adventure: by Simone Clark I was a high school student in the mid-80s on the East Coast of the United States. I love the fashions of the 80s, leather skirts, high heels, dresses for the ladies and big hair. When I was in high school, I was surrounded by teenage girls dressed in these clothes, and I desperately wanted to be one of them. I am a cross-dresser, and have been a cross-dresser since about age 12 when I first tried on my mother's pantyhose. Being a...

4 years ago
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Simones Coming Out

Simone's Coming Out By Simone Clark Author's note: Most of this story actually happened! I can't wait to do it again! February 2014 There comes a time on every cross dressers life when the want to go out into the world as the woman they are inside. I was no different, I had dressed for years in the comfort of my own home but as time wore on and my feminine side became stronger, I longed to be out among others as Simone. My wife was taking her aunt on a Florida vacation, so I...

4 years ago
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Simones coming out part two

Simone's Coming out part 2-The next day By Simone Clark As I left the hotel I was totally submerged in my femininity. I relished the silky sliding of my nylon encased legs as the rubbed together. The staccato clack of my high heels on the pavement as I made my way to my car filled me with positive and happy emotions. The sweet soreness coming from my boy pussy confirmed it, I had become a woman tonight, there was no question about it. Roger brought my true self to the surface, and I...

4 years ago
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DAD VISITS

When Nicole’s dad, Frank, arrived at the airport, I was in charge of the k**s, luggage, and being the driver. Nicole was dressed in a sundress without a bra or panties under it. The morning he was flying in, she took a shower and shaved herself smooth for him. Her stomach was a flutter with anxiety. She was more excited about seeing her father than our four-year old, which is hard to do.The kiss given to her father when she saw him was deeper than I thought a kiss would be between a father and...

2 years ago
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Sangeetas time in Prague Part 2 Yvette visits

Seeing Yvette was always fun, and when they met at the airport Yvette gave her a big hug, which Sangeeta enjoyed more than usual because now she could only think about what she would do to Yvette if she ever got the chance. Taking her into work so she could meet her colleagues meant watching Yvette smile and flirt her way around all the men and women in the laboratory. By the end of the day Yvette had a string of lunch and dinner invitations. Of course, Sangeeta got invites too,...

4 years ago
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The Wifes Sister Visits

This is a true story. My lust filled sister-in-law comes to visit. What an unexpected surprise. Lorrie, wife’s sister wanted to come and visit for a week. She had finished high school and business college. She was 22 years old. When I heard she was coming, I did some arranging in the room to prepare for her arrival. I had a long mirror, which I positioned in the corner so that as I walked by her door, I could see the bed. This turned out to be a great asset. From the day she arrived, the air...

3 years ago
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Through The Back Door A Former CumDump Visits

(Anal, BDSM)Amanda spent her late thirties as my local cum-dump, a position she’d been almost designed to for. She had long curly dirty blonde hair for pulling hard on while being fucked from behind; a big curvy arse that could take a pounding; a preference for anal; and an inability to get pregnant. She was also the most submissive woman I’d ever met and loved every minute of being used hard.I met her through work as my marriage was falling apart so when I split from my wife I moved right near...

2 years ago
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The first real dungeon visits

This is a true story of a first and subsequent visit to a professional TV Mistress's dungeon in Staffordshire. I found the contact on a now defunct website and made an appointment to visit after seeing photos of the room. I had to phone when I got to a village to get the instructions of the final part of the journey. My heart was pounding and I could hardly talk because of my nervousness. I got the instructions of the place to go to and made my way there. The house was in the middle of nowhere....

1 year ago
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Smoking Visits

My mother would drag me along to many of her friends house's so she could have a drink and a catch up. This was a regular occurrence and boredom would always set in the minute i would had to sit there.Visiting Maureen was different though, Maureen was a smoker. Maureen was a petite loud carefree woman that didn't hold back in saying what was on her mind.She was a northern working class mother who was rough around the edges but naturally attractive. I would sit and wait patiently for her to grab...

2 years ago
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The Wifes Sister Visits

This is a true story. My lust filled sister-in-law comes to visit. What an unexpected surprise. Lorrie, wife’s sister wanted to come and visit for a week. She had finished high school and business college. She was 22 years old. When I heard she was coming, I did some arranging in the room to prepare for her arrival. I had a long mirror, which I positioned in the corner so that as I walked by her door, I could see the bed. This turned out to be a great asset. From the day she arrived, the air...

First Time
4 years ago
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Visits

“Well, Pamela, do you remember any of your dreams?” “Remember them? I can’t forget them.” [5 min. 36 sec] “Can you tell me one?” “They’re all the same. I’m lying in bed with my nightie pulled up. Strange men are looking at me.” “We’re almost out of time. We’ll talk about this next week.” “On our last visit, you were telling me about your dreams.” “Not really. I mean that I told you about the men looking at me. What I didn’t tell you is that I’m playing with myself.” “You’re...

3 years ago
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Mother In Law Visits

I had always gotten along well with my mother in law, even after her daughter and I divorced. My mother in law stayed in touch, calling regularly and sending an occasional card to boost my spirits. I had taken the divorce hard and my mother in law surprisingly took my side during and after the split. One summer evening, my mother in law called. She and her two younger c***dren were taking vacation and she wanted to stop by and say hi. I readily agreed and viewed the visit with much...

2 years ago
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An Old Friend Visits

Dave always hated the fact that he had never been my first kiss (even though I’d lost my virginity to him). It had been a particularly sore point when we’d first started dating three years ago, but even though he’d asked me many times, I had never told him for fear of what he would think. Would he stop respecting me if he knew how wanton I had been? Then one day I finally decided to talk to him about it. We’d been making out on the sofa – deep, intense French kissing that made me shake with...

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1 year ago
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A WellLived Life Book 5 StephanieChapter 27 In Between the Visits

July 1981, Milford, Ohio Stephanie and I stood at the window and waited for the plane to depart from the gate. About ten minutes after Karin had boarded, the Jetway was withdrawn and the plane’s engines were started. The plane was pushed away from the gate and began taxiing. When it disappeared from sight, we turned and walked back towards the terminal and then to the car. “You OK, Big Brother?” Stephanie asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “She was really calm,” Melanie said. “I’m surprised.” “Not...

2 years ago
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Simon and Sebastian Part 3

Simon had landed in New York without the faintest idea of what he was going to do there. He had to earn a living and quick as his funds were rapidly running out. He also wanted to be able to contribute towards the cost of the apartment, though this was not a point, which preoccupied me, for I was just glad to have him there. The only clear point was that it was his exceptional cock, which was going to provide his bread and butter, but just how he was going to exploit this superb asset, he had...

Gay Male
3 years ago
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Simons Gassing

(Author unknown)Simon laid on the bed, carefully washed clean with all the mud removed by the nurses in the casualty department who dressed him in the open backed gown. He was lying on top of the bed clothes, covered by a white cellular blanket with his left leg splinted on both sides with wooden splints and bandaged together firmly. He'd been given a rather painful intramuscular injection into his right thigh, to help with the pain, which left him feeling sleepy and with a rather pleasant...

3 years ago
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Simon Gets A Visit From His MotherInLaw

"I have asked my mother to visit this weekend," announced Cindy Harrison to her husband Simon.Although a lot of men would be disgruntled to hear that their mother-in-law will be visiting, it was not so much hearing that she was coming that caused Simon to gasp, it was the actual phrase.If Cindy had said, "Mum is coming this weekend," or, "My mum is coming for a visit," or similar it would not be a problem but that particular phrase meant only one thing. Yes, sixty-four-year-old Mandy Bloomfield...

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3 years ago
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Simon

The story is in the dutch language. Several times is asked the stories to translate in English. But I am sorry, not alone no time, but also is my English not good enough for translating. But perhaps is there anywhere a dutch speaking person with a good translating feeling who will translated my stories. It is possible under the name of Louis, but can also under your own name. Zoals al mijn verhalen is ook dit verhaal weer van A tot Z verzonnen. De personen die worden genoemd bestaan...

3 years ago
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Simon and Sebastian

Well, what did the morrow bring after my chance meeting with Yan in the bar? Today was my last day in Taipei, as even though the contest was still continuing for several more days, my flight back to New York was the next day. I went very early to the auditorium where the preliminaries were taking place and got myself a seat right on the front row. Yan and his co-competitors others were still in the intermediate heats and I had a marvellous time seeing them pose and shoot cum from a front seat....

Gay Male
3 years ago
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Simon Canes And Fucks His MotherInLaw

Mandy Bloomfield, a sixty-four-year-old divorcee, had just visited her daughter Cindy Harrison and her husband Simon. It had not been a normal visit made by a mother to her family but it had been one of the 'special' visits that Mandy made two or three times a year.These 'special' visits involved Mandy giving Simon a caning, at his wife's request, for bad behaviour since a previous such visit but this particular visit had been unique because this time Simon fucked Mandy, at her request and...

Spanking
3 years ago
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My Best Friend Visits

The story below is not fictional. It actually did happen over 25 years ago and every time I think of it I have to jack off. My wife and I had been married for only two years when my best friend from high school, Mario, called to ask if he could spend three weeks with us. He was studying in central Florida and wanted to come home to visit some of his relatives. Unfortunately no one had the room for him and my wife and I had a spare room in our apartment. We both agreed to let Mario stay with...

3 years ago
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My Ex visits

My first wife and I were separated in the late 1980’s. After a few months she decided that she wanted to try to see if we could reconcile and started calling me. After a couple of weeks of negotiations we arranged for her to visit for a long weekend. The idea was to have a date weekend without the children. The weekend arrived and she came in on Friday. She still had a key to the house and met me at the door with a big hug and kiss. We opened a glass of wine and chatted about the children and...

Wife Lovers
3 years ago
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My Best Friend Visits

The story below is not fictional. It actually did happen over 25 years ago and every time I think of it I have to jack off.My wife and I had been married for only two years when my best friend from high school, Mario, called to ask if he could spend three weeks with us. He was studying in central Florida and wanted to come home to visit some of his relatives. Unfortunately no one had the room for him and my wife and I had a spare room in our apartment.We both agreed to let Mario stay with us...

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