Slippered
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My husband handed me a little slip of paper almost as soon as we took our coats off and sat down. The paper just said "bra", which was easy enough, but we hadn't even ordered yet. There wasn't really anyone seated near us. I could slip my bra off pretty easily, but I didn't want the waitress to show up at the wrong time.
So I stood up, and took my bag with me. The bathrooms were on the other side of the restaurant. He had waved a twenty at the waitress while we were being seated, and asked for some quiet. She had taken us to a table in the corner of the building, far from most of the other diners, but far from the restroom as well.
Of course, it’s not like it was a mile hike. It was just across the restaurant. A fairly large restaurant, but weaving through the tables to the far corner only took a minute or two. At least there was no line. Perks of having dinner at four o'clock on a Tuesday. I went into the restroom. It was nice. Clean. Same weird Egyptian art-deco as the rest of the place. I went into a stall, just for a moment, and slipped my bra out from under my shirt. Easy.
I walked back through the restaurant with my bra in my bag. It was dim. Nobody knew or cared, except maybe me. It was just a bra. The waitress showed up almost as I sat down. I couldn’t help but stare a moment, realizing that she wasn’t wearing any bra herself. Probably got her better tips.
I ordered a seafood platter. It cost more than we usually spent on a whole night out, but he did say I could order anything. I thought about ordering off the wine list for a change, but I just asked for orange tea. He ordered pasta and coffee, and a couple of appetizers like he always did.
With the waitress gone, I relaxed a little. We talked about my new video game and the online card game he was programming. Our drinks came, so I brewed my tea and he fixed his coffee.
While I was waiting for my tea to be ready, he slid another slip of paper across the table to me. I knew it would say "panties" before I looked at it. What else would it say? Our drinks were already here, and our food would be a while, so I fished up the side of my ankle-length skirt until I could see my underwear, hooked them with a thumb and slid them down. Dropped them to the floor.
Almost to the floor. Getting them over my boots was going to be less graceful than I intended. Especially with the waitress standing right by me with our appetizers. I must have startled, because she apologized for surprising me. She leaned down awkwardly, setting our plates on the table while holding a full tray of drinks with the other hand. I glanced up at her, or more exactly at the bump of her nipple and the name tag “Katrina!” that was right in my face.
She asked if we needed anything else, but I couldn't really think about anything except the underwear stretched around my ankles. My husband waited. Watching me. Two seconds. Five seconds. Then he said we were fine, and that the food looked wonderful. Hero or villain, I couldn't decide. As soon as she left, I stomped the panties off of one boot and lifted them to my hand with the other. Untangled them from the heel, and then tucked them in my bag.
I tasted the squid. It was excellent. I tried a stuffed mushroom. Cheesy. Spicy. Kind of soggy. Hubby and me got to talking again, but it was different. I walked around without a bra often enough at home. I did not normally walk around or sit around in a skirt with no underwear. I could feel the air between my legs and I really couldn't forget about it. So we talked, but I was distracted.
Feeling the lack of underwear also made me really notice the lack of bra under my shirt. I looked down to see the outline of hard nipples against the cloth. That would be really obvious to anyone that looked, but there wasn't anybody else here. Except that the waitress would be by eventually. Women went in public without bras all the time. It was fine.
I'd put too much sugar in my tea.
Funny though, I noticed that he too was distracted by my nipples. He would set down his coffee and pick it up again without drinking anything. He kept looking at my chest, a smile twitching on his lips. I finished the calamari while I watched him watch me.
The food came. There were no chesty points on display for “Katrina!”, which I counted as a personal triumph. The seafood platter she set in front of me was daunting. She held it in both hands and I got a view straight down her shirt when she set it in front of me. I wondered briefly if my husband had tipped her for more than just a quiet seat, but the food was far more interesting at the moment. I'd be taking home more than half of it, certainly. A few bites confirmed it was delicious. Worth every penny.
A few bites were all I got before he handed me another slip. This one, I couldn't imagine what it would say. I hadn't even been sure if he would give me another one. I knew he wanted to, and the idea that inspired the whole ridiculous game was to strip in public, but obviously I couldn't actually do that. Somebody would call the police.
I turned over the paper. It read "Skirt. You can lay your jacket over your knees." I savored a shrimp while I contemplated the text. Sweet of him to explain that he didn't expect me to just sit in the clear with no pants on.
I got my coat out from under my bag and spread it out on my lap, over my knees. It was a big coat, and really it would cover more than the skirt did. On one side. Not entirely effective. I glared at the husband, but it didn't even phase him. He just watched me with a look of curiosity while he slurped up a noodle. He thought maybe I wouldn't really do it.
I moved my bag to the aisle side so I could sit by the wall. Better. The skirt came off much easier than the panties had.
My backside and vagina touched down on the cold seat. A flaw in my brilliant idea to change where I was sitting. I just sat for a moment holding the skirt in my lap, on top of the jacket. Then I shuddered at the thought of the waitress popping up again and seeing that. I stuffed the skirt hastily into my bag and zipped it closed. My plate sat by itself at the other end of the table while I zoned out again for maybe a full minute, trying in vain to adjust. I shivered, not even from the cold of the seat – that warmed fairly quickly – but just from the thought that I was wearing nothing from the waist down, in a restaurant.
Not reasonable at all. It was good that nobody was seated anywhere near us. Or maybe it was a trap, since I wouldn't have done it at all otherwise. If they seated somebody near us now, I'd lose my mind. I forced myself to look around. Hubby chewed his noodles slowly, his eyebrows seemed to be stuck as high as they would go. He really hadn't thought I'd go through with it.
I slid my plate over in front of me. Ate a scallop. It really was good. Ate a shrimp. It was fantastic. Felt my ass against the seat and a slight movement of air across my thigh, exposed to the wall. Ate another scallop. I looked around again, suddenly paranoid. There was nobody. I had to blink like I was trying to wake up. The salmon was lovely.
At some point, while I shot back and forth between frozen and hedonistic, my husband had slid his own self and plate away from the aisle too. We would have looked awfully suspicious, sitting at opposite corners like prizefighters, wouldn’t we? I did my best to direct my attention at the food, instead of the seat I could feel with so much skin. Or direct it at him, instead of the air that sometimes drafted all the way up to stir my pubic hairs.
Then something else touched the back of my boot. The urge to jump out of my seat hit my desire to stay planted right where I was and turned into a full body shudder. I looked up from my food at my husband. He was still chattering about the “Myrtle” character from his card game and slurping noodles as though the toe of his silky dress-sock wasn’t caressing the back of my knee.
His foot slid slowly around to my inner thigh, making its way further under my jacket. I tried to just breathe and enjoy my seafood. Fried shrimp. Lovely lime salsa with those. But even as slowly as he moved, I didn’t eat more than a few bites before he’d gone as far as he could. Brushing his toes through my bush.
By the time the waitress came back to refill his coffee and bring me new water for my tea, I was a complete mess. Not only did I have pokies making themselves known right through my shirt, but I was also in the process of making the seat rather slippery beneath me.
The woman could have just asked for my cup, but instead she leaned all the way across the table to pour our drinks. Her breasts were a thread short of spilling out onto my shrimp and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. My husband, he never took his eyes off me. Or his toes. His smile made me think of sharks.
Standing back up, the waitress hovered for a moment, asking again if we needed anything. I certainly wasn't going to try to answer her, so I just stared at my food and waited for her to leave. My husband made a show of looking around the table for a few extra torturous seconds. Finally, he nodded at her, said that we were fine, and that we'd need some boxes for the food.
He tickled my pubes with his toes the whole time.
She came back almost immediately with some containers and boxed up our food herself for what felt like an eternity. Since she was gathering the food, I fiddled stiffly with my tea, trying to look very normal. Trying to distract myself from the very active foot wandering between my legs. Trying not to stare at Katrina!’s tits or down her cleavage as she reached across the table, surely angling for a giant tip.
Tea was not an effective distraction, though, from the discovery that my husband could, in fact, extend his toes a little further. I froze completely while he got his sock wet, wiggling those toes in my slit. Feet had never been my thing, but I couldn’t help thinking they were really nice, soft socks.
I opened my eyes to see if the waitress was done boxing the food, and instead found her almost nose to nose with me, looking right in my eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew exactly what was happening under the table.
She repeated herself. Did I want the sauce? I looked over at the cup of tartar sauce in her hand. I said no. She stood back up, the table cleared of food.
Either the opening twenty dollar tip bought some silence as well as privacy, or the lights really just were that dim. She took the bill and a credit card with her when she went. She'd be back in a moment, but then we could go.
My husband found my clit with his toe, forcing a small noise out of me. I just shivered uncontrollably for a moment, but then he took his foot away. He slipped me another little piece of paper.
I really thought about just not turning it over.
It said "Shirt. You can wear just your coat." That would actually be better, at least for the short walk out the door to the car, except the coat was very much in use right now, and needed to stay exactly where it was! Trying to turn it around and put it on at this point would be a disaster. He probably figured I'd just stand up for a moment with no pants. Or uncover myself in the chair while I put the coat on and tried to arrange it. But there was no way I was going to do either one of those things.
The waitress came back while I was still stalling. She left the card and the receipt. My husband tucked them away. I really was going to have to stand up at some point. I was about five seconds away from calling the whole thing finished so he'd stop sipping his coffee, just watching me squirm, and start helping. Instead, I thought of my skirt.
It's not like it had disappeared completely. I pulled it out of my bag. It slipped on as easily as it had come off. I scooted to the end of the seat, taking a moment to wipe up the surprisingly small damp spot where I had been sitting. I stood up, put my coat on, sat back down, took a big drink of cold, sweet tea, and slipped the skirt back off. If he thought that was against the rules, he could stick it.
He didn't think that at all. When I glared up at him as I stuffed the skirt back in the bag, he was standing next to the table with our bag of food, grinning and doing a little golf clap. Then he picked the paper up off the table and handed it to me again. Shirt. I wondered for a moment if the waitress had seen the paper. It didn't matter. I'd never see her again.
I headed for the bathroom. My coat was long enough to reach my knees, so it covered everything well enough, but trying to walk quickly made it incredibly drafty. Doubly so because of how wet things were down there. The wind alone was making my stomach flip-flop. So much air and so many people around made my legs stop wanting to work exactly right.
I stumbled. Just a little. I did not fall, but I could have, and that whole scene played out in slow motion in my head. I froze for a moment. A few people looked over at me as I regained my balance. They saw nothing interesting and went back to their conversations, but I had an image playing on a loop in my head: myself face down and butt up on the floor, like a bad anime. The humidity went up inside my coat. I walked the rest of the way to the restrooms very carefully.
I took off my shirt in a stall. I had to take off my coat first, and hang it on the wall, which left me standing entirely naked for a moment. It was a bathroom, and I was alone, in a stall, with the door locked, but wearing nothing but boots in a public restroom isn't really normal. I put the coat back on. I'd left my bag at the table, so I stuffed the shirt in the coat pocket and headed out into the restaurant one more time.
It was surprising just how much difference the lack of a shirt could make. So much more air moved through the jacket. And there was so much more space. And inside that space, I was so much more naked. My nipples were hard again. Not that they could show through the thick material, but they did rub. Touch, touch as I walked. And there was one drop of wet making its way down my inner thigh now. I made my legs walk anyway.
Slowly. A slip now would be the end of me. Slowly past tables full of people who had no idea what was passing by.
At least I didn't have far to go. My husband was already waiting near the front doors with my bag and the food. People were coming in for dinner now, and the doors moved a lot of air when they opened. It was a very crowded place to be with no clothes and legs that didn't want to walk straight.
He held my bag open for a moment. I pulled the shirt out of my pocket and tossed it in. He grinned and held the door open for me.
The sun inched its way towards the horizon as we made our way through the parking lot to the car. At least it was a warm day. He stayed right by me, a hand on my arm, steering me towards our car and away from traffic. I was looking mostly at my feet, and I had to hold the coat down and lock my knees every time a passing car sent a breeze swirling my way, up the coat, across my whole body.
We got to the car. He set our bags in the back seat. I sat down, got my seat-belt on. I had made it through. Now it was just the drive home and an absolute riot in the bedroom. The wet spot on the back of my coat, where I was sitting, was going to be huge.
As he drove slowly through the parking lot, my husband silently handed me another slip of paper. It said "boots & socks".
As I took off my boots and tossed them in the back seat, I thought about how obvious my situation might be to any neighbors who saw me escaping toward the house wearing a long coat but no shoes. Would they think anything of it? Would it matter if they did?
It turned out that was the least of my worries. We were getting on the freeway when I was done, going a direction that definitely was not toward home. All my clothes were in a bag behind his seat, I realized, and wherever we were going, he wasn't going to let me have them back yet.
I wondered if he had another little slip of paper. It seemed like a certainty. Wherever we were going, it was somewhere he thought he could get me naked.
I wiggled my bare toes, trying to think of what sort of place that might be. I could think of some things we might do after dark, but there were still a few hours left in the day. And, lack of clothing aside, there aren’t so many places you can go barefoot. We were headed towards the coast, so a nude beach came to mind, but that just didn’t seem his style.
After what I’d done in the restaurant, just going to a nude beach seemed anti-climactic. Anything I could think of seemed anti-climactic.
Which meant that all those things were probably wrong.
I looked myself over to make sure I wasn’t flashing any of the cars passing by. Between the seat-belt and the stretching I’d done to get my boots off, my coat was bunched up behind me and twisted around a bit. I wasn’t putting on a show for anyone out the window, but I didn’t really want to distract the driver either. As much fun as that would be.
I tried to pull the coat back together, but that didn’t work nearly as well sitting down as it did standing up. I shimmied the edge of the coat back underneath myself, but in this position, the edge only went to mid-thigh. And that was only in the back. If I actually wanted to cover myself, I had to hold the bottom edge closed with both hands. I did do that for a few miles, but after a while I just let it go.
I could resign myself to a little bit of pussy and bush peeking out of the jacket. My husband wasn’t that stupid. He’d keep his eyes on the road.
And he did, mostly. I turned on the radio and turned up the air conditioner. I leaned back my chair a little and tried to relax. The air played across my skin. I ran my hands over my thighs and combed my fingers through my bush. Touched myself, just a little, to feel the wetness there. My husband chuckled at that, delighted to see I was actually enjoying myself. The restaurant had been more like a dare. As nervous and sweaty as I’d been in the restaurant, this was much nicer.
A massive horn sounding just beside us informed me that the rig driver there was also appreciative. They had an entirely different point of view than anyone else on the road, so apparently I had been putting a show on for somebody after all.
I froze, but only for a moment. Somebody had seen. I couldn’t bear to look up and see them looking back at me, but I couldn’t bear to close my legs and cover up either. After a moment, my husband reached over to slip one finger inside me. He let out a low whistle, and I opened one eye to see him wiping his hand on his pants before putting it back on the wheel.
I closed my eyes again and slid one hand down between my legs, curled two fingers into my cunt. The AC might have kept things nice on the outside, but inside I was a swimming pool. A lake. Those two fingers came out soaked and dripping.
They went back in, and after another double blast of the truck’s horn, I really was putting on a show. I don’t really know how long I fingered myself, but my husband paced the truck for what must have been ten miles at least. Another horn blast encouraged me to spread my legs out wide and rub my clit while my hips bucked at nothing, but then we were angling away and turning down an off-ramp.
I sat up and pulled my coat as closed as it could go. I felt a little like I was waking up from a dream. As if I’d popped back into the real world where you don’t masturbate to entertain strangers on the freeway. The car smelled so strongly of sex, though, I didn’t think for a moment that I’d imagined it.
I looked around. We really were near the beach, but my husband was turning away from it, not towards it. He took a half dozen little turns, past businesses and through a small residential area, other cars becoming more and more scarce. I’d only gotten a glimpse, but despite several minutes of driving, we still had to be very near the ocean.
One more turn and I could see it, but far below us, and almost immediately he stopped the car. We were parked at a little turnout at the top of a hill. Only a few feet of pavement and a guardrail, two horizontal bars attached to a line of concrete posts, separated our car from a steep drop.
At first, I thought maybe he was lost, but he got out of the car and came around to my side. He opened my door and ushered me out onto the cracked pavement. Walked me right up to the guardrail.
It was a lovely view. The sun sat on the horizon like a ball on a table. There was an open-air restaurant or bar almost directly below us, maybe a hundred feet, and past that was the boardwalk, the beach, and the ocean. Where we were standing, the few cars that passed wouldn’t be able to see us. They’d have to park and walk around our car before they’d even know we were here.
But below us? Below us, there were an awful lot of people. I could feel my husband right behind me, looking out over my shoulder. I felt him slip a little piece of paper into my hand.
There was really only one thing it could say. I looked, just in case there was some surprise, but I was already unbuttoning my coat.
There was nobody looking up at us. Not when they could look out at the ocean as it turned to gold. I slipped out of my coat and handed it over with the paper. My skin, all my skin, seemed to tingle in the open air, like the sunset itself was touching me with fiery fingers. I just stood, naked and shoeless, looking out at the waves like everyone else, shielding my eyes from the light.
Hubby stepped away. I heard the car doors open, close, and then he was behind me again, running his fingers up and down my sides. He had tossed my coat in the back seat. I wasn’t going to get it back.
I stood there, arms wide, picturing the ride home wearing nothing at all. It would be dark, so we could get away with it, but there was no doubt I’d be seen. He traced his fingers across my face, down my neck, and across my breasts. I could smell the ocean, and feel the breeze across my skin and between my legs.
I heard a click by my ear. My husband’s key fob. And I heard the car doors lock. It seemed completely unnecessary, but the tiny sound made me shiver anyway. Then, as he put one hand in my hair and the other between my legs, I understood what the gesture meant. Being seen was the whole point. I wasn’t getting back in the car until I’d been seen by the people below. If I wanted him to stop, if I wanted my clothes back, I’d have to call off the whole thing.
The rail wouldn’t hide anything. The bars were only a couple of inches wide and the lower one was just above my knees. At least I could lean on it to keep from falling over.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, holding tight to the back of my head. The fingers of his other hand teased my slit as he pushed me down and forward, stomach tight against the rough metal rail. He bent me over until my tits dangled over the empty air. It was too high for me to just tumble over, so I wasn’t really afraid of falling, but I couldn’t take my eyes off all the people below.
He set his feet between mine and forced them apart until I was totally dependent on the rail and his grip on my hair. I tried to believe that nobody below was going to notice us up here. This was completely different from the truck driver. There were a hundred different people down there, and I was looking right down at them. I was looking down at each of these people, searching for upturned faces, while my husband plunged his fingers into my dripping cunt.
I did see one. Two. A couple looking right up at us. They just watched, sipped their drinks. Actually waved at me. I found another face, and I could make out a grin there. She raised her hand in a huge “thumbs-up” gesture. There were a few others that looked up and then away again.
My husband pressed hard against my clit, sending a wave through me that would have brought me down if I wasn’t pressed so tight against the railing. Everything he was doing, I knew he wanted me to scream. If I actually made the sound my body wanted to, then everyone down there would hear it. Everyone.
I tried to hold it in. I knew he wasn’t going to let me.
His hand disappeared from between my legs for just a moment before I felt it smack across my perfectly positioned ass. I let out one involuntary yell, but that was all it took. His fingers slammed back into my cunt as half the faces below and a few out on the boardwalk turned our direction. Most of them didn’t turn back. The sun would be gone soon, but for the moment it lit me up like a floodlight.
After that sound, there was no reason to hold back. I howled my pleasure at the ocean and before long almost every face had turned up at us. I tensed as my husband’s hand disappeared again for a moment, but it was soon replaced by his cock. He had waited until he was sure I had everyone’s attention.
I held that attention for a few minutes more while they watched me get railed.
We had only been out of the car for maybe ten minutes. There were a couple of camera phones pointed up at us when he finally pulled out, hiked up his pants, and unlocked the car.
More than dazed, I stumbled away from the edge and the people. He opened the door for me and I climbed into my seat.
A minute later we were driving away, and I couldn’t stop giggling. I leaned my seat back as far as it could go. It was near dark, but not quite.
For a while, I wasn’t paying attention to anything at all, really. I was just picturing what we’d done, and all those tiny faces, and giggling until I couldn’t breathe. I was sure fucking like that was probably illegal in more ways than one, but I also knew my husband wouldn’t stand for even the slightest possibility of getting caught. Finding that spot. Planning that whole thing. It must have taken him months.
And I thought we were just going to get risky at a restaurant.
The sky was dark and I had finally stopped laughing at our insanity, so I took the chance and brought my seat up a bit. I could be mistaken, in the dark, but once again this was not the way home. My skin tingled like Spiderman sensing danger.
I looked around. My husband had a shit-eating grin on his face. That could be for the same reason I’d been laughing myself to death, but he tended to grin about things before they happened, not after.
I sat up fully, caring not at all if some passing headlights illuminated my own. The dark of the ocean on my left meant we were headed up the coast. This wasn’t simply “not the way home”, this was heading entirely the opposite direction.
It did hit me for a moment that I was just blithely sitting in the passenger seat of the car wearing absolutely nothing. Anybody that passed us could probably see that. After the events of the day, it just didn’t matter that much. Not nearly as much as driving the wrong way into the night.
A car in the oncoming lane lit up the cab for several seconds, probably getting a real good look at me, so I waved absently at them. The passing light shone brightly on a piece of paper poking out of the glove box right in front of me. I gave my husband a sideways glare. That grin was still there. He had to be joking. What was I going to take off? My skin?
The car honked twice just after it passed us. I snatched the paper and turned it over. It just said “inside”. Inside what? Inside the glove box.
I pressed the release and the panel popped open, revealing a small poof of lavender cloth among the papers and emergency pistachios. Pulling out the cloth, I shook it out into a knee-length translucent slip. It was gorgeous.
It was light as air. Soft like silk, but it floated more than it fell. That and the lace edging said it had to be expensive.
A nice present – very nice – but it didn’t tell me anything about where we were going. Still, I put my arms through the straps and dropped the whole of it over my head. It settled slowly. I lifted myself up a bit to pull it all the way down. A fine piece of elastic under a bit of lace popped down past my nipples and pulled close under my breasts, framing them neatly. It really didn’t cover a thing.
In fact, all it really did was give my nudity a lavender glow and my nipples an occasional caress. He’d chosen well if he was trying to make me feel more naked than naked.
At this point, it would take hours to get home. Wherever we were going, we were staying the night. I was starting to look forward to bed. Any bed. Some playtime before wouldn’t go amiss, but sleep would be welcome.
I continued getting honks and hollers for the next hour, even wearing the slip. Most of those were oncoming cars, but one car with one guy in it drove next to us for a while before it passed us. I still didn’t want to look right at him, but my husband narrated while I looked anywhere else and played with my tits.
The moon and stars were bright in the sky when my husband finally took an off-ramp toward what seemed like the middle of nowhere. Another fifteen minutes of badly lit back roads brought us to a sprawling house. Just short of what I’d call a mansion, though it only had two stories. So many of those windows had lights on, the place seemed awfully busy for the middle of nowhere and the middle of the night. The sign hanging out front by the road said “Myrtle and Rose’s Bed and Breakfast”.
We parked behind the sign next to a couple of other cars. My husband got out and went around the car, rummaged in the back seat for a moment, opened the trunk. Had he secretly packed bags for a weekend getaway? The idea of him sneaking around, stealing my things was perfect. I wouldn’t put it past him. In fact, knowing him, I might have a whole new wardrobe to go with this slip. I certainly hadn’t looked in the trunk.
But he closed the trunk and headed toward the house. Without saying a word. He just took a few steps walking backward so I could see that his stupid grin was back. He was carrying what looked like a very small overnight bag.
I unbuckled and twisted around to grab my own bag out of the back seat. It was too light. I rummaged through it. There was a small baggie of extra toiletries and a whole box of condoms that I hadn’t put in there, but all the clothes I’d taken off today were gone. My coat wasn’t actually in the back seat either. He’d put them all in the trunk.
I got out of the car. It was cold outside and my nipples made themselves known against the sheer fabric. Immediately – he must have been waiting – the doors locked behind me. Villain. Definitely a villain. There was nothing at all to do except follow him into the building wearing this less-than-nothing lavender slip.
Walking up the drive was slow, in the dark. There was the sound of my bare feet on concrete and gravel. There were vague people noises from inside the house. The air went right through the sheer fabric like it wasn’t there and touched between my legs like an ice cube.
In the door and out of the cold I went, heart beating double time, trying to keep me warm. I tried to cover myself with my bag. Maybe I could slip in and hide behind my husband.
No. Out of the cold and into the common room of the house where two women sat by a small reception desk near the door. Husband nowhere. They looked me over. Slowly. Appreciatively. Smiling not unlike my husband. The warmth inside the house hit me everywhere at once. I resisted the urge to touch myself under the bag.
One adjoining room was a dining area with a bar, where several people sat chatting and drinking. In another direction was a small library with a big television and two more people on the couch. The little floor plan on the wall indicated a dozen private rooms, a pool, a spa and several other little points of interest.
It was a nice place. A jumble of floral and renaissance art covered a lot of the wall space. I just wasn’t sure what I was doing there wearing nothing but a see-through slip. My nipples weren’t cold anymore, but they were still almost painfully hard.
One of the women – her badge said “Rose” – stood up, took my bag, and walked away assuring me that she’d see it to my room. The other told me we had already been checked in and went back to her book. I could hear my husband’s voice near the bar, so I headed through that door, still not sure what sort of place I was in.
The receptionist ladies – owners? – hadn’t complained about what I was or wasn’t wearing so I assumed it must be alright. Still, I couldn’t help but cover myself with my hands as I went in. The hand between my legs absently gathered up the hem of the slip so I could touch fingers to slit. Wet.
I knew my husband was at the bar, talking with someone. Thanking them. Telling them the spot near the beach was perfect. But before turning to find him, my eyes caught on someone else.
The waitress. The woman from the restaurant today. Wearing what might loosely be called a maid’s uniform, but most of it was sheer enough or short enough to show off as much of her as my lavender nothing did of me. A name tag hanging from one nipple ring said: “Katrina”.
Dizzily, I looked around again. The people on the couch weren’t watching television. They were fucking. The receptionist was fingering herself while she read her book. Half the art framed on the walls was floral and homey, but the other half was at least mildly pornographic. One of the conversationalists right by me was showing the others a video on his phone, and pointing at me.
I could hear quiet howls of ecstasy from the phone, but everyone had stopped talking. My fingers, intended to cover me, were inside me without any conscious thought.
Was that the couple that waved at me? The car that just passed us half an hour ago could have been heading here. I might have walked right past it outside. How many other people here would I recognize if I looked?
The waitress was heading my direction.
She winked and handed me a little piece of paper.
Absently, I took it with dripping fingers.
She touched my hand, and a huge, hungry smile spread across her face. Her fingers went up to her mouth.
I looked down at the juice-soaked paper.
It said “slip”, and now everyone really was looking at me.
Hi reader. My name is Jasmine. I won't tell you my age, but I bet if you pay attention you can probably make a pretty good guess, lol. I'm pretty young though. But I really am very mature for my age. As I write this, I'm imagining all the people it might reach, letting so many strangers know my secrets, knowing the things I've done. I'll go through life from now on wondering if that cashier knows... that guy on the train knows... someone in my life knows... and just like right now,...
Chapter 1:Hi reader. My name is Jasmine. I won't tell you my age, but I bet if you pay attention you can probably make a pretty good guess, lol. I'm pretty young though. But I really am very mature for my age.As I write this, I'm imagining all the people it might reach, letting so many strangers know my secrets, knowing the things I've done. I'll go through life from now on wondering if that cashier knows... that guy on the train knows... someone in my life knows... and just like right now,...
As we were landing on the roof of our office building, Ramona started to bounce up and down in her seat, she kept asking, “Is this your office building?” Jill smiled at her and said, “Yes Ramona, my father had it built and then relocated the hospitality and legal/accounting/investment offices to this facility.” Ramona said, “My husband designed this building. It was one of the first jobs he did as the lead architectural engineer. I used to tease him all the time because of what I would have...
This happened to me at the end of my senior year in High School. I’d just graduated, turned eighteen and was looking forward to the summer. I normally worked in my uncle’s store during the summer, but I’d planned to take the summer off and enjoy myself before starting college in the fall… one last fling, so to speak. My friend Wesley and I were spending the weekend at his parent’s house while they were away. We got into his father’s beer fridge that was always full of several twenty four packs...
Gay MaleBeing a single mother is not easy, especially when the child is in his teens. It is also not easy to find lovers when they know you have a teenage son, especially when you are looking for lovers of the same sex.I am a thirty-nine-year-old woman, and I am a lesbian. The one time I tried cock, he got me pregnant. I don’t mind too much as I got my wonderful son, James from it. The bustard that got me pregnant, disappeared when he heard I was pregnant, so I was left to raise my son alone.It wasn’t...
OccupationsTessa and I came down to join Megan and Jack in the kitchen for the evening meal. We had to leave early the next day and were already feeling sad that we couldn't stay longer. Even though our visit to the farm had been such a short one, we had managed to pack a lot in, and to grow in our own sexual awareness.Megan was still at work, getting some vegetables ready to go with the casserole. “So,” she said. “have you girls enjoyed your stay here?”“We certainly have,” I said. “It's been wonderful; I...
Group SexI moaned softly as my brother licked my clit and sucked it softly. 'uhhh Jack... harder, harder! Mmmm your gonna make me cum again big brother'. I moaned as his pace quickened. Ahh fuck I am gonna cum so hard! I thought to myself.... 'Wake up Isla! Mum wants you for gods sake'. Jack yelled outside my bedroom door. I stretched and rubbed my eyes sleepily. Yet again I had dreamed of my brother sexually. I wanted him so bad, but he only had eyes for that blonde slut he was with. I quickly got...
IncestI stood there looking in the window at my life crashing down. I listened to my wife as she made a mockery of the seven years of our marriage and our eleven year relationship. Eleven years of me being a blind, stupid fool. Mary and I met in the eighth grade, started going steady in the tenth and by the middle of our senior year in high school we were making plans for the rest of our lives. We would get college out of the way before we got married and then build our careers for ten years or so...
Hello all, I am Akash. I am back with the continuation of the adventures with Shalini and Geet. First of all, I would like to thank you all for your overwhelming response to my first story. Those who don’t know me, let me tell you about my self. As I told you my name is Akash obviously name changed. I have a chiseled body with 6 inches of dick. The two main characters of the story are Shalini and Geet. Shalini is my sister in law and Geet is Shalini’s roommate in Ahmedabad. I have already told...
Lauren had no recollection of leaving the lounge, of being cut from the chair and taken to her bedroom with the ropes still tight around her wrists. She vaguely knew that Emma had bathed her while she lay on her stomach on the bed, dousing the raging heat in her buttocks and thighs with so many cold flannels that the bed was decidedly wet. Fortunately, Lauren was unable to see the blood that Emma squeezed out of the flannel with every trip to the bathroom. Lauren cried relentlessly, sobbing...
Aaron stopped licking and he grabbed Tom's head and they kissed. Tom and Aaron touched tongues. They had a sloppy kiss. Aaron explored Tom's mouth and Tom did the same. Aaron broke the kiss. "Why did you stop?" Tom asked. "I have a plan" Aaron said as he followed Tom's "treasure trail" into his pants. Aaron licked Tom's abs and his tongue went through the crevices. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tom moaned again. Aaron then took off...
Day 5: FridayOn my drive that morning to meet Enzo, the only thing going through my head was all that had occurred over the last few days and how out of control it had gotten. The first time was a mistake, the second and third time were even bigger mistakes. Pulling into the parking lot, Enzo was already waiting for me. Seeing him waiting, my legs unconsciously started to squirm in my car seat and for a moment, I thought I could feel my pussy getting moist. Seeing me, Enzo waved for me to...
InterracialIt had been a few weeks since my first encounter with Cody. Since then every time I saw him I had to smile, remembering THAT night.Cody still came over at least three to four times a week and every time we made eye contact we both smile and dropped our eyes. I told my husband what had happened and he was intrigued, but he didn’t pressure anything.I was alone today, I left the kiddo at daycare and was cleaning and taking mommy time. Cody came over to bring me something I needed and ended up...
TabooThe school annual day was around the corner and I was part of the play. Our school had rented a ground and stage a couple of km away from our school. We went there daily to rehearse. There was also a huge building behind the stage to change costumes and to keep things. Only a few rooms were used during rehearsal and nobody bothered about the other rooms. Most rooms were locked but there was one room in the back that was open with a working latch on the inside. I cleaned the room a bit and found...
A Weekend To Remember Part II ? by: Joanie Davis I don't know how long he left me there, bent over painfully with my wrists bound to the top of the chair back behind me, and a stranger's cum drying on my face. My nylon clad toes hung just a bare inch off the carpet and were held there by tight bonds on my ankles. When Ken returned he untied my wrists from the chair allowing me to straighten up gratefully. Warning me to stay still he untied my elbows and wrists. I'm not sure what...
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Hello again everyone! Sorry about the delay, life gets in the way. I have another 3C story for all. This is from the classic star request I made awhile back. Hopefully this satisfies, as I’m not entirely happy with it. I mess with the time period a little, but it works. Contains: futa, sex, oral, etc. Everyone is over 18, celebs don’t act like this. Comments and feedback are welcome. Enjoy! *** ‘Quick in here!’ Evelyn Keyes held open a side door waving frantically at Rita. The elegant woman...
"Well, I can see how that might be a bit upsetting," Nikki said. "I mean, finding out in so sudden a way that your wife was unfaithful..." "Well. I suppose so... it was exciting, too, though -- seeing her licking June's pussy that way, and June with that big shiny shaft sliding in and out of her red lips... I thought that I ought to burst in and demand an explanation, and I almost hopped down off the stepladder to do so, when the doctor gently pushed June's head away from his...
It was the second Friday of the month and that meant the marketing staff would be spending the better part of their afternoon in the company’s conference room. Originally this meeting had been a good idea. Staff members sat around the large table, had lunch and discussed the various things that each of them was working on with their varied clients. The monthly meeting had seen the cross pollination of ideas that had certainly been good for everyone involved. But that was over 18 months ago,...
Straight SexI may have overdone this part. It's basically one long sex scene. Sorry. And if you aren't into gay b/b, please don't bother reading. You'll be disappointed. Oh, and thanks for the encouraging comments. They make it more fun to post. *** Alexander looked us up and down with a broad grin. Tyler moved behind me, peeking over my shoulder but it was too late to hide. "You gay, Brock?" Alexander asked coming closer with the butter. "Damn it, Alexander!" I said....
It started one hot summer day. I was over at my friend Daniel's house who was 15, about 5'11", and muscular, because he was a very serious swimmer. Daniels brother Ian, who was about 5'8", and a little on the heavy side, but I wouldn't really call him fat just a little husky, came out to okay too. At the end of the day we had a fire and some s'mores. We then started talking about what every teenager talked about: sex and mastubation. Daniel and I shared stories about how we have almost gotten...
This is a "true" story, which began when I was 35 years old, just divorced. The divorce cost me everything; house, car, bank account, leaving me with the clothes I packed in my suit case.Thinking, that there was nothing else that could happen was a mistake ... the job I had for almost 10 years, gave notice that they were going out of business. The company gave everyone 2 weeks pay and I was out of work. Finding a job was impossible, no one was hiring ... I finally found a job, but the company...
Gay MaleA guy falls in love with his friend’s hot mom, he often visits his friend and stays over at his place, during one of such nights, he decides to push his luck…It all started when I met my friend Robert in the college. We became good friends, going to football champs and Wings’ plays off. Once we decided to do something on the weekend. We went out to see a movie, when it finished it was very late, so I decided to spend the night at his house. His mom came to pick us up and when I saw her I...
She added some Epsom salts to the water then sank into the tub for a long comfy soak. Relaxing in the water, Heather felt her womb quiver. A fresh stream of dog spunk seeped out of her cooze into the water. A half-hour later feeling refreshed, Heather showered her self off again then got out of the tub. Her long blond hair hung wet and tangled on her back and chest, for once Heather was too tired to preen. Naked, Heather walked into her living room, planning to catch a nap. With a startled...
There are some free sites that everyone has already heard about, and xHamster.com is one of them. However, I am not here to talk about xHamster.com in general; I am here to talk about xHamster’s delicious selection of big tits beauties. So, if you are into busty beauties, you have come to the right place!Of course, xHamster.com is a free porn website covering many adult niches, and “big tits” is just one of many amazing categories that you can find. There are many excellent videos and great...
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Naan en siru vayathu kaama kaalangalai pagira pogiren, ennaku appozhuthu 19 vayathu aanathu naan 12th padithu vanthu irunthen. En udan padikum maanavigalukum athe vayathu thaan aanathu sunni pengalai paarthaale viraikum vayathu athu. Naan eppozhuthum pengalai sight adithu ulasamaaga irupen, appozhuthu kaama padangal ellam athigam ilatha kaalam. Athanaal pengalai eppozhuthu paarthaalum sunni viraithu vidum, naan kai mudi athigam appozhuthu adikaamal irunthen. Miga kuraivaga oru naaluku oru...
Molly Malone was actually a pretty girl under the layers of dirt and grime that she seemed to leave untouched because they acted as a first line of defense against evil-minded young lads looking for a quick taste of honey when the street pickings got a mite sparse. Her father was not really a fisherman who made his living by going out on the waves and searching for all sorts of sea food to fill the bellies of the landlubbers who never left the safety of the harbor. His sea-faring days were...
I was always a smart kid, always reading, always trying to learn something new. The search for new knowledge was exciting in and of itself, but I never dreamed knowledge could come unexpectedly. Or in such an unforeseen manner. I was fifteen years old when it happened, but I remember what Dee taught me to this day. I didn't learn until much later that the knowledge she gave me also gave me power, and with power you also get The Twins. The Twins of Responsibility and Accountability, and they...
“Fancy going for a walk, honey?” I asked Michelle, my gorgeous wife. It was one of those warm, sunny days where the delights of the countryside beckoned. And I was horny! “Okay, love,” Michelle replied. “Where do you want to go?” “Just somewhere quiet in the country,” I replied. Somewhere you can get your clothes off, I thought. If there was one thing that got me going, it was my wife showing off her lovely body to anyone around. Not that she did – it’s just that I dreamed she would one day. I...
ExhibitionismAnother Wednesday at school; middle of the week, hump-day, we were almost halfway there. Something had been tickling the back of my brain and I had decided to go out on a limb and talk to Miss Jenkins about a very personal issue. I hoped that she would be able to help me. I caught up with her at break and asked her if she would be able to spare a little time at lunch. She had no plans and agreed to meet with me, so I met her outside the gym. I had picked up a burrito at the snack bar, and she...
Redhead schoolgirl Linda Sweet has come to Private Specials, 5 BBC Gangbangs 2 and delivers an ultra hardcore scene with up to 58 minutes of pulsating action! Linda is an obedient girl and gets straight down on her knees sucking on four well hung black studs before they take turns giving her an ass pounding… but this horny slut wants it all and most impressive is that she takes two in her ass! Watch Linda enjoy an incredible interracial gangbang, with double anal penetration and a bukkake to...
xmoviesforyouWe were all high school juniors. We'd been friends for years. Played various sports together, got in plenty of teenage mischief and swore we'd always be best friends. That one was iron clad. Forever. I think it's been fifteen years since I've seen John, Brian or Gene. Life, work, moves all are part of it. But I still think of them fondly. Brian, always getting us in some kind of trouble. Always with an angle, a scheme, a plan. But he wasn't the leader. That was John. John needed to give...
Part 3 I opened up the cell door and walked in. As I stepped in front of them I said. “Welcome to your new home. How are my new slaves doing tonight? What, we aren’t talking tonight? Oh that is right, you can’t talk with your mouth full, hehe. I bet it was tiring standing like that. Let me let you down to a more comfortable position. I pulled two special tables in front of them both. I first removed Mary’s gag and then released the chains holding her arms, and then laid her across the...
Glodielox was a darling twelve-year-old girl, and the prettiest in the whole wide world! She had long blonde hair down past her waste, the coulour of gold, ruby-like blue eyes and barely noticeable pink freckles on the upper part of her cheeks. One day, she set off into the woods wearing a pink skirt, black shirt and cowgirl boots. She went further than she normally would, and came acrossed a small cabin with its chimney spitting puffs of gray smoke. looking in through the windows, it looked as...
…or ‘Amazing weeks in the Fall ’09’. Why two titles for the post? Right now it’s the former but I know myself well enough to recognize in a few more days or maybe weeks it will be called the later. This is a little therapeutic for me so I hope some of you pretty girls don’t mind if I publish a little story. Maybe you might like it and if you do I hope you’ll let me know that you want more? Maybe you can help me get over this little thing that I’m writing about? First allow me to introduce...
The big, tall girl got shakily to her feet and, as he had hoped, the monk saw the tell-tale dark patch on the crotch of her light coloured jogging suit. He stood also but, by bending forward slightly, he was able to hide his huge erection in his robes. "What is that, Vicki?" he asked in a stern voice as he pointed to the moist stain. "Were you affected again by thinking about what you saw last night?" "I ... I ... Oh, Father? I didn't mean to? Like? I? Oh, sir?" "That's all...
It had been over a month since our Halloween party at mom’s house. It was now much colder out, with snow that had fallen everywhere. Over the last little while, I had taught Klintuck about some of our human traditions as he did not know everything, but he did know some. As such, I spent some of the time explaining Christmas and other holidays based on different religions. I started to feel very close to Klintuck, more than a friend but not quite like a husband. I felt that we were kind of like...
TransIt was three in the morning when I felt a small body cuddle to my back. I was spooned to Brenda at my front, my arm around her and a hand cupping her luscious breast. Jessica pressed her body to my back and I could tell she quickly fell asleep. Brenda had passed out after her last orgasm and I carried her to my bed. I returned to the great room and turned out the lights before climbing in bed behind her. The next time I awoke there was light entering through the windows. My morning erection...
The Reverend Tobias Whitmore let out a heartfelt sigh. Having taken over the parish of St Margaret’s in the prosperous market town of Stratton-over-Wye a year previously, he ought to be happy with his lot, he reasoned to himself.He had been welcomed as a new broom (not altogether unexpectedly, since the previous incumbent had been so elderly, his actual death made little difference to his activities) and had rather disconcerted himself by his own efficiency. He had tailored his sermons to his...
Historical"Momma, can we come in?" screamed all the boys in unison as they banged on the room door. Niesa had 3 little boys that were very overprotective of their mom, due to the fact that her former boyfriend had been physically abusive. Niesa was partially to blame because of the reckless lifestyle she lived. She was 5'5 with brown eyes and a slim waist. She had a round, full ass and 36C tits. She loved her boys, but truth be told, she spent more time pushing them off on others. Niesa had only 2...
by bodaciousbob © The blond sleepily reached over to fondle the flaccid cock on the man sunbathing next to her. Her fingers traced a path up its length until it reached the velvety skin of the head and then she circled the end of it with one finger. The man murmured his approval and his cock started to inflate under her tender ministrations. She was laying on a chaise lounge in the shade next to a pool under an umbrella while he was next to her but taking in the mid afternoon sun. They...
Chapter 7 — An Understanding Maria Elena woke up in the middle of the night. She realized that she was awake because she heard someone coming through the front door. Still not accustomed to living in a country where break-ins were very rare, she silently went into the hallway to investigate. Very quietly she looked down the stairs, to observe Cecilia and her naked fiancé embraced in the front entryway. They were passionately going at it, a make-out session they would not even think of doing if...
Blonde British slut Honour May just loves it when she gets a new neighbor. Most men end up moving out of her building after simply not being able to keep up with this all-natural nympho’s needs. It’s Mugur who’s put to the test next after being invited in for a cup of coffee and a quicky. The blue-eyed glamour porn goddess goes in for his package, to his complete surprise, but not to his disappointment. Watch as the curvy assed college babe blow the new boy on the block and...
xmoviesforyouHome Run By Pamela ([email protected]) Part 6. POST GAME WRAP-UP In a phone call the day my parents were to arrive, Professor Taylor called to my attention that some small articles had begun appearing in newspapers about how a young female graduate student, named Martina, at Columbia had solved a major mathematical puzzle. "I want to give you a heads up in case your parents happen to see one of these stories." "Thanks for letting me know," I said, "but that is not the sort...
As I swallowed your precious semen I didn’t stop liking your dick I didn’t want to stop o loved the noise you made but I knew that there was nothing more. So I got up once again kissing every inch of your body. Up to you nipples given that was as high as I could go and you passed you hand through me neck and made me look up. I will never forget that satisfaction look you had I had accomplished what I was looking for. I have just given you the best dick like you had ever had. You put your...
Straight SexThanks for the wonderful feedback from all of you, especially from girls for my previous stories. So far we have discussed Diya, Priya Bhabhi, and Shreya. It’s time for another introduction none other than Ayesha. This incident happened a few years back. As you all know about Dean who was introduced in the Shreya chapter. Ayesha was none other than Dean’s Girlfriend. They used to fuck all the time. To tell about Dean, he is even worse than Mark. I was single at the time, so often I used to hang...
Monday, May 9, 2005 (Continued) I got back to school before lunchtime had ended, so I went looking for Julia and the others. They weren't in our usual spot, but I remembered her saying something about having a different meeting spot for our non-private meetings, so I went looking for that. It wasn't hard to find, it being a very large group of girls. Most lunchtime groups are half a dozen or so people, so a group ten times that size stood out, even when they were sitting down. I noticed...
Bad SushiI was stopped at a red light on my way home from a dinner party. When the traffic lights turned green, I took my foot off the brake pedal and pressed down on the accelerator. My vehicle moved forward. Before I could turn my head to the nearing bright light in my peripheral vision, the ear-splitting sound of twisting metal and shattering glass exploded all around me. My vehicle was sent airborne. My life didn't flash before my eyes. A strange as it was, I thought to myself, ‘This must...
SupernaturalHope you guys out there enjoy reading as much as I am enjoying my time with this woman.So, I recently graduated from university and came home to visit family before starting my new job later in the year.Sex at university was always temporary and being Pakistani, I have always chosen white girls throughout school, college and university as they seem to have a more open lifestyle. Dating Pakistani girls was always put of as I never seemed to connect until recently, with a woman 10 years my age. ...
Chapter 4 Every day of the next week was agony. I would wake up in the morning with a hard cock that ached to be stroked. Resisting the urge of releasing all that cum that was building within my cock was getting tougher and tougher to do with each passing day. During the day my mind would drift off to a dream state. At night my dreams were filled with the images of the previous weekend and all four guys sitting in my living room naked and stroking their hard cocks. Remembering the image of...
After we had eaten, I thanked him for the breakfast and smiled. I rolled my body on top of his and wrapped my arms around his neck. I immediately regretted having put my face so close to his. The combination of my morning breath and my just eaten breakfast could’ve killed anyone. My embarrassment shown on my face as me cheeks turned hot, my eyes widened, and my mouth turned from a smile to a look of horror clenched closed. She tried to slide her body off his but his arms were wrapped around...
After my first bi experience i didn`t really know how i felt about what actually happened, but knowing that if i met up with dave again i could at least get another human being to touch my cock made it very tempting to meet up with him, especially as girls that i knew were not giving out.I was o.k Sunday/Monday going about my business but by Tuesday i was thinking about daves big cock and how he could help me out, and then by Friday i was thinking all sorts, how it would feel to be touched...
As far as impregnating their own people, they had been successful. However, their intention wasn’t simply to breed. They wanted to send a message that they were no longer an unspoken minority in the area, and that they were a force to be taken seriously. A young recruit by the name of Hakeem had spoken up. “Perhaps it’s time we took our breeding to the white population of Malibu.” The members murmured and nodded in approval. Apparently, many of the members had seen the white women in...
Friday, September 3, 2005 Hunter wanted to jack me off again in the locker room, but I suggested we wait until class. I wouldn't want to disappoint our audience two days in a row. We made our way to the classroom and sat down on the desk. Hunter grasped my cock in his hand and began stroking as I did the same to him. We mutually increased our speed as waves of pleasure coursed through our bodies. I turned to look at Hunter, and we kissed. He put his free hand to my face as we continued...
I talked to Jimmy and asked him just how tough a lesson did he want Leslie to learn. He told me he really wanted to give her a wake-up call about how life really is out on the street. He is always telling her about muggers, rapists, and molesters that are out there preying on young children. She always tells him she knows how to take care of herself. I told him I wish I could help him but that I didn't even know his daughter. I then asked him when was his week to have Leslie with him and he...
Claire was seated at the table in the community house looking irritated. She said, “My daughter and her husband want to spend Thanksgiving with me.” “My children want to do the same thing,” Liz said. She was kind of ambivalent about the idea of spending the day with them. “Mine, too,” Bev said rolling her eyes. She doesn’t hear from them except for phone calls on holidays and all of sudden they went to come for a visit. “I can’t afford to put out a Thanksgiving dinner for them,” Claire...
“RAMIE! Get your skinny ass into my office right now!” Pa yelled at me as he pounded on my door. “Kyle! Same orders. Now!” Kyle and I stumbled out of our apartments, pulling on our boots with shirttails flying. Pa was already back to the house and we rushed to catch up. One thing you did not want to do was cross Pa when he was mad. And I knew why. I glanced toward the near pasture and saw the four new horses grazing peacefully with Bells and Bows. Kyle and I got back from the auction with...