Snooping

[firstwnat]

Originally Posted by baddaddy

Mr. firstwnat, anything new with the Lovely Emma? We would love to hear more.

Thanks for your interest. Back in February Emma started dating a bloke who had just been transfered to her branch. He seemed very nice and was much younger than her - 20 against her 27. They were getting on fine, he was spending alot of time at her house and as a result even my wife didn't see her nearly so often, though they often spoke on the phone. Emma seemed very happy with life again at last.
Then about two weeks ago they were having a quiet drink in a pub well away from the ones she used to drink in with her 'friends' when who should walk in but the girl who had got married and a few of her friends. Emma hoped they wouldn't notice her but to her dismay she was soon spotted and joined by the group of drunken girls.

According to Emma, the comments went something like this.....
'So this is the mystery man you've been hiding from us....'
'Still in school is he - into cradle sn*tching now are we'
'Bet she's stripped in public a few times for you'
'No? - well she's done it for everyone else!'

Of course her boyfriend wanted to hear the whole story and, despite her best attempts to persuade him to leave, her 'friends' had great delight in telling him the whole embelished tale, while she died quietly in the corner.
He didn't say much about it that night but two days later he finished with her, telling her she wasn't the person he thought she was and that he couldn't keep seeing someone who was quite so free with her favours. When she tried to tell him much of the tale was made up he said to her:
'So you didn't strip naked in public twice then?'
She had to admit she had, he called her a sl*t, then left.

Even worse for Emma is the fact he still works with her and everyone knows they have split up and wonders why. Emma is pretty sure he has told quite a few people at work by the way people she has always been friendly with are avoiding eye contact with her and she is sure eveyone is talking about her behind her back. The result has been her self confidence has gone and she feels pretty worthless. There have been a few tearful visits to my wife and last week a plea to me, while my wife had left the room, to help her be the sl*t eveyone thinks she is. I'm sorry to say I couldn't resist and we arranged to speak the next day.

I thought by the next day she would have changed her mind, but no, we spoke on the phone, I made my suggestion and she agreed to book a day off from work the following day.

[canada1]

And what happened?

[firstwnat]

My work takes me all over the south and south west of England as well as South Wales. I told Emma I would be working in Exeter last Thursday, but should be finished by early afternoon and she agreed to come down and meet me at Dawlish after lunch. She was happy to go along with what I suggested but asked that I not take any pictures as she wasn't ready for that yet.
She turned up about two o'clock and was I in for a suprise. Gone was her long dark hair, to be replaced by a really short sexy haircut, and she was also wearing a very short thin summer dress which just about covered her ass cheeks. She was wearing a pair of flip flops on her feet and it was rather obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. I asked her where she had parked her car and was rather suprised when she told me she had come by train.
'Dressed like that?'
'Oh no - I had a bra on when I left home but a group of young lads sat by me on the train and were chatting me up and trying to look up my dress, so I thought I'd give them a treat and went to the toilet and took off my bra and left it on the seat for them when I got off.'
'So you didn't bring any other clothes with you'
'All I've got is what I'm standing here in.'

The plan was for Emma to be out for the day, and, because the weather was so warm, to make a spur of the moment decision to visit the beach to do some sunbathing, despite having no bikini or beach gear. My idea was for Emma to strip down initially to her bra and panties on the beach but now, if she went through with it, she would be topless from the start.
Our first problem was that the tide was coming in and there was very little sand left. That was easily remedied by walking the half mile along the sea wall to Dawlish Warren where there is a large beach and loads of sand dunes. We set off along the sea wall - this is one of the best scenic railway lines in England as the sea wall was built for the railway with a walkway on the seaward side. It was a lovely day and quite a few people were walking along the wall and Emma was getting alot of attention from all the men we passed. Soon the number of people became less and we realised that about half way along the sea wall the walkway goes down a flight of steps and continues at a lower level for a good distance before going up another set of steps to get back to the level it was at before. At high tide you have to use a footbridge and divert inland to the main road. We got there as the tide was coming in - the lower level was passable but we would get wet using it. Most people had turned back and used the footbridge but a few brave souls were braving the waves (and getting quite wet).
I asked Emma what she wanted to do.
'My dress will get wet if we go along there and I've nothing else to wear'
'Take it off then'
'You want me to walk across there topless!'
'No Emma - you want to walk across there topless - if you really believe you are a sl*t then that's what you'll do'

Emma gave me a strange look and walked down the steps towards the water. I quickly took off my trainers and followed her down. A few very wet people passed us as we reached the bottom. With barely a glance at me Emma reached down and pulled the dress over her head before dashing along the wall trying to dodge the waves. What a sight! - I nearly forgot to follow her. Her tiny white thong left her backside bare as she ran along the path. She got caught by a few waves but not by as many as the people coming the other way who couldn't believe they were seeing a wet topless girl running towards them!
I finally caught up with her at the bottom of the steps to go back up. We were both soaked - my shirt and shorts and her tiny thong - she looked so good though, so alive and happy with a broad grin on her face.
'I'm so glad I did that - did you see their faces! - look my thong has gone see through - they could see everything!'
And so could I see everything - her lovely slim wet body with her nipples swollen with the cold/excitement and her bald pussy through the nearly non existant knickers.
She asked if she could borrow my shirt - I told her it was wet, but she said it didn't matter, so I handed it to her.
'You were wrong, you know' she said
'If I was really a sl*t I wouldn't have run topless along there, I'd have done this'
As she spoke she threw my shirt and her dress into the sea!
I just couldn't think of anything to say - I couldn't believe what she had just done. We were about a quarter of a mile fom either Dawlish or Dawlish Warren and Emma had no clothes apart from a thong - which covered nothing - and I had nothing to give her to cover up with. Whatever way you looked at it Emma was going to be showing off her body to an awful lot of people!

[firstwnat]

As Emma tossed the only means of preserving her modesty into the sea I think I finally realised quite how much she needed the buzz from this strange mixture of exhibitionism and humiliation. My plan for her had been quite tame and 'safe' - she obviously craved something more. My plan had meant that their was a chance people would see her undressed - she seemed determined to make sure that they did.
We climbed the steps in silence - she could see how shocked I was about what she had done - and on reaching the top of the sea wall we could see in the distance quite a few people walking towards us - people who would very soon see a nearly naked Emma.
'Sorry 'bout the shirt' she said, breaking the silence.
'I knew if I didn't throw that away as well as the dress I would have been begging you to give it to me to cover up with about now. As it is I know everyone will see me now - they'll all stare at me, some will make comments to me, some will be rude to me, others will think I'm a tramp walking round like this, and I'm going to love it and I'm going to hate it as well, but I'm already wet thinking about it!
The first couple of people were only about twenty yards away now - a young couple in their early twenties.
'Don't worry about the shirt, I've got a few spares in my van - and if you wanted humiliation I think you're just about to get it big time!'
And was I right. The young couple were no problem - the bloke tried not to stare at Emma and the girl just glared at her, and the next few people also just looked at her. Next were two older women with a dog. They were very vocal, and not in a good way - they told Emma she should be ashamed of herself, had she no self respect? and she was no better than a prostitute. As they walked away the parting shot was:
'you're just a wh*r*!'
With that Emma spun round, red with humiliation, took off her flip flops and threw them in the vague direction of the backs of the women. Of course the women didn't even know she had thrown them as they sailed harmlessly into the sea.
'Oh well done Emma, now you're barefoot as well - do you realise the only thing you actually wearing now is that tiny thong - are you going to throw that next time someone upsets you?'
'I just might' she replied, smirking at me.
'Well I'd hold off on that if I was you, as that tiny piece of cotton is probably the only thing that will keep you from being arrested when we get to Dawlish Warren. You can just about get away with walking round topless, but if you are naked someone like those women is going to call the cops and I can't help you then - hell, I can't even BE here then. You get arrested and everyone you know will find out, you're talking no job, no money to pay the mortgage....'
'Ok, Ok, I get the message - the thong stays on'
Well, for five minutes anyway. That was how long it took to nearly reach the end of the sea wall at Dawlish Warren, which is where a group of six young lads with a football met us. They were certainly not upset by Emma's near nudity - they loved it and surrounded her and started getting rather friendly with her, which she was really enjoying. Then the camera phones came out and despite her protests a number of photos were taken before she persuaded them to stop by promising to give them all a kiss instead! They wanted Emma to go with them or at least agree to meet them later, but she turned down all their offers. Emma eventually said we had to leave, much to the lads disappointment.
'How about a souvenir then' asked one of the lads.
'Like what?' replied a rather flushed Emma, expecting more kisses.
'I was thinking more like this' said the boy, reaching down and grabbing her thong, giving it a quick tug and ripping it clean off her body, before turning and running off laughing with his mates.
This time we both stood there in shock, Emma now bare arsed naked on the sea wall without a shred of clothing to her name, and me wondering how the hell I was going to save her from this course of self distruction.

[manicade]

Please continue about the lovely Emma. Gonna go search for the cell phone pics now.....lol

[firstwnat]

'My god! I don't believe he just did that!', Emma squealed.
'He just stripped me naked! - and they seemed so nice!'
'Nice Emma? - they were touching you up and you were loving it - six young lads with their hands all over you - do you think I couldn't see how much it turned you on? He didn't really strip you either did he - you did most of that yourself. He just ripped your knickers off - something you were dying to do yourself anyway.
'I was going to TAKE them off, but not 'till we got to the beach or dunes - I certainly wasn't going to take them off before passing the shops and cafe, and I definately wasn't going to DESTROY them. Despite what you think I don't want to be arrested.'
'Well , let's hope they liked you, 'cause if one of them makes a call to the cops I'm betting half the police in Devon will turn up to investigate a report of a naked woman'
Emma looked really worried now, but interestingly was making no attempt to cover herself as a couple of rather wet teenage girls in bikinis approached from the same direction as we had come. They were staring at Emma and I asked them If the footpath was still passable now. They told me they didn't think so now, so no chance of going back that way.
Then I had a thought -
'Did you notice if the group of six boys got across?'
'No, they were sitting at the top of the steps' one of the girls replied before walking on.

There was only way out of this mess that I could see, but Emma was less than thrilled when I told her.
'Those boys had towels and t-shirts - you need to run back to them and get them to 'lend' you something to wear, and you need to do it quickly before they decide to try and get across through the waves.'
'But they stripped me - they're not going to give me something to cover myself with are they?'
'Well you'll just have to try persuade them won't you - it's down to you - if you don't do it you're not the sl*t you think you are.'
Emma thought about it for a second, then gently ran her finger over the cleft between her legs.
'I'm soaking down there - I'm stark naked here - trapped in a choice between walking naked into Dawlish Warren, with arrest and humiliation almost inevitable, or going after a group of boys who got me naked to beg for some clothing - and I'm turned on. I've no choice really - I've got to go after the boys.'
'Ok then, I replied,
'Let's go'
'No' Emma replied,
'I've got to do this on my own - it's humiliating enough going after them naked and begging for clothes without you watching as well - damn, it's bad enough you knowing I'm going to do it - please, just wait here for me.'

Against my better judgement, and after trying hard to change her mind, I sat on the wall and watched her jog off into the distance as naked as the day she was born. She never once looked back, so for my own peace of mind I decided to follow at a safe distance. I was responsible for her and couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her. It was my idea for her to go after the boys, but I had never meant her to go alone. As I got nearer the top of the steps there was no sign of Emma or the boys, but as I got even closer I could hear voices. I peeped down over and saw that Emma was fine. Four of the boys had risked the crossing and were nowhere to be seen, but two of them hadn't risked it. It was these two boys Emma was busy 'persuading' to lend her something. Personally, it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen first hand - a very pretty naked girl having sex on some stone steps outdoors with waves crashing only feet away. One boy had his cock embedded in her bald pussy, while she was sucking the other one off - and she was very obviously enjoying it! I watched for a short while, then, sure she was safe returned to my spot on the wall.

Emma rejoined me about half hour later. I had spent the time stopping people from going towards the steps, telling them they were closed. Emma looked very flushed and still had no clothes, but had a very small towel wrapped round her. Playing dumb I asked her if it had been hard to persuade them to give her the towel.

'Well, put it like this, I'm a respectable 27 year old bank clerk who's just prostituted herself in broad daylight with two boys and all I've got for my trouble is this tiny towel!'

[manicade]

This is great...and her pussy is shaved now eh? We need pictures... Dont let us down...

[hamlet]

Originally Posted by manicade

This is great...and her pussy is shaved now eh? We need pictures... Dont let us down...

/sign

[firstwnat]

'I doubt you prostituted yourself Emma.'
'Well I had sex with two of them for this towel - and it was my first time.'
'The first time you've had sex!'
'Don't be stupid - the first time I've screwed someone I've just met - I don't do one night stands, and I've only ever slept with guys I'm in a relationship with.'
'Did these boys force you to have sex to get the towel?'
'No, they didn't.'
'Well what happened then?'

'I ran back towards the steps, but as I couldn't see them I thought I was too late, then when I got to the top of the steps I saw two of them hadn't gone across and I was so relieved I almost forgot I was naked and shouted down to them. They were really pleased to see me (I wonder why!) and one of then actually apologised for his friend ripping off my knickers. He even offered me the towel without me asking for it. I think it was a combination of them being so nice to me and the high I was already on from thinking I was going to have to humiliate myself by begging for the towel that made me behave the way I did.
It seemed only right to thank him for giving me the towel, so I gave him a kiss, then another kiss. Things soon got hot and heavy, the towel was on the ground, his shorts were down round his ankles and his friend was kissing the back of my neck. It's one hell of a thrill having two young lads all over your naked body outdoors in broad daylight where anyone can see you. I lost control and let them fuck me there on the steps.'

'You looked like you were enjoying it.'
'Oh I was...... you SAW me, you followed me, I told you to wait here....'
'I had to check you were safe - I was worried - it would have been my fault if anything bad had happened to you.'
'You've watched me having sex - how much more humiliating can this get......'
'Well I saw you suck the other lad off at the same time... - is that even worse?'

Emma just groaned and covered her face in shame.
'Yes, that's much, much worse.'

We walked the rest of the way to Dawlish Warren in silence. She was now fairly descent though the towel was small and barely covered all her bits. People still stared at her anyway. When we got to the Warren I offered to buy her something to wear home on the train. She said not to worry as she fully intended to travel all the way home like this.
'All the way home on the train with bare feet and just this towel?'
'Yes, unless I decided to hitchhike instead - I'm sure someone would give me a ride......'

[watcher2005]

I have been a snooper since grade school when I found my older brother's stash of porn mags hidden in plain sight in the bottom drawer of his night stand. This was the mid-1970s. I'm talking Stag, Stud, some Playboys and a copy of the Happy Hooker. Great jerk material for a growing boy.

My aunt and uncle took a winter vacation and asked us to plow their driveway and ours too with their pickup. A deep snow arrived overnight and I walked to their house and let myself in to get the keys to the truck. While there, I naturally took time to peruse their bedroom. They were well into their 50s, so I was not expecting too much. I struck paydirt in the bookcase-headboard. I found KY jelly and a vibrator that was nearly two inches in diameter. The head end of it had a thrusting motion to give it some movement.

I was about to give up at that point when I opened a drawer in the playroom and found a stack of color photos of the two of them nude outdoors, presumably in Florida. There was a brochure for a nudist camp near Orlando that they must have frequented during the winter.

It didn't take much for my young rod to jump up for business and the photos gave me a few chances to wack off before they returned home. Fun times.