exhibitionist

[edfog]

This report recalls an episode which took place a little over twelve months ago now and as I couldn't recall all the details myself, my wife and I sat down together to make sure this joint effort is as accurate as possible.

A little over twelve months ago now my wife and I went to a nearby hotel with a swimming pool and gym. We thought we would push our luck a bit by us both entering the pool, me in a posing pouch type string bikini and my wife in a one piece string bikini. Obviously people saw us but pretended they hadn't and initially the pool attendant was otherwise occupied but after about half an hour he casually walked round to where we were stood and asked us very politely if we wouldn't mind leaving the pool as we may offend other people. We we pointed out that we had been in the pool for quite some time and that no one had complained. He remarked that he was not offended in fact he was rather enjoying the sight but if his boss came in he would get told off, as his instructions were to not allow anyone in whose dress (or lack of dress) may offend if it did not meet the hotel requirements, whatever they may have been I don't know.

So, fast forward another couple of months and we found another smaller hotel with no gym but a small pool open to non residents. This time we decided to pay a visit to way the situation up and have a word with a member of staff to describe the type of swimwear we would be wearing and ensure they would have no objections. We met the manager who was in his thirties possibly forty and he kindly offered to show us the facilities which was hardly surprising as my wife was dressed to impress! Her dress, or what there was of it, consisted of a micro mini skirt with a long slit up both sides and a very loose fitting bib style top that had a tie round her neck and another tie above her waist, both being tied very loosely allowed her tits to fall out continually, which they did. She normally never wears pants or shoes and this occasion was no different.

We were shown the pool area and all the facilities. It was not a huge pool but was very nice and had tables and chairs around it where you could sit and have drinks served by a waitress from the hotel bar.
Not surprisingly, he asked if we would like a coffee whilst seated at the side of the pool to which we readily agreed. I knew at this point that my wife would milk this occasion for all it was worth and I was not wrong. He called the waitress over and ordered three coffees.
I had sat down leaving a chair vacant for my wife opposite to where the manager was sat thus giving her plenty of opportunities to flash her pussy. She also managed to drop a spoon on the floor which meant she had to bend down to pick it up causing her tits to completely fall out. As I've mentioned elsewhere on this forum, we have our own gym in our garage at home and she trains every day and we go cycling every Thursday evening and all day Sunday so her body is highly toned. She brought this fact up in the conversation so I knew what was coming next and I wasn't wrong! He genuinely seemed interested, well who wouldn't be with a half naked girl in front of them? So, as you might expect it took no time at all for her to show off her leg muscles, including her thigh muscles which are amazing, even though I say it myself. He seemed quite impressed when she mentioned that we never do less than 90 – 100 miles on a Sunday and sometimes up to 150 miles, this in a very hilly area.
At this stage she played her trump card. After explaining in some detail the exercises she does in our home gym she said " look, I've shown you my calf muscles and most of my thigh muscles but you haven't seen all my thigh muscles or my stomach muscles and some of my other muscles (with a wink) like my arm muscles! SO, do you want to see ALL my muscles"? This obviously put him on the spot because there were people in the pool but I had noticed that the few who were in were all female so, seeing he was virtually speechless I pointed this fact out to him and suggested we could perhaps go into the male changing room or there may be another room available. He said on this day of the week and at this time it was very unlikely that any males would be in until much later. So the decision was made to go to the male changing room. As we got up to follow the manager I gave my wife a look that said I know whats coming next and I got a wink in reply.

Unfortunately time has caught up with me so I will complete this report as soon as I get a chance.

[edfog]

Continuing the report :-
We all walked into the male changing room and followed the manager into a section that was round a corner. As we were approaching this area it was obvious where we were making for and my wife had removed her top and skirt and handed them to me by the time we arrived there. When the manager turned round he was speechless, all could manage to say was wow.
I must admit I am immensely proud of my wife's` physic and to see her stood there with her toned body made me feel both very lucky and proud.
It was obvious that the manager was absolutely speechless and my wife broke the silence by saying she would start by demonstrating the strength of her legs. She stood on top a nearby bench seat and standing on one leg bent the other leg out while I steadied her then she asked him to sit on the calf of her bent leg. This he did and he couldn't say a word. She then sat on the bench seat and stretched out one leg in front of her and and asked him to sit on the shin of her leg. He immediately obliged and when he lifted his feet off the ground all her thigh muscles started to quiver. She asked him to stay in that position until she told him otherwise. Even I was surprised at the length of time she held that position and the sight of seeing every thigh muscle quivering in the extreme and the strain on her face even turned me on. It seemed an age before she said OK. She remarked that that was the result of extreme daily exercise in the gym and cycling.
She then said “ by the way, before we go any further, I must mention that as well as being a fitness freak I am also an extreme pain freak so lets continue”
She then remarked that the next muscle was much more interesting. She told the manager that she has a pain proof vagina (the result of almost daily training with some of the most cruel self inflicted insertions imaginal plus help from me with a VERY stiff toilet brush among other things} and that he must not hold back in any way when she tells him to start. She then gave him instruction to start fisting her asking for it harder and harder eventually telling him to stop and see if he can do better with two hands and she will let him know when she can feel something. After a time she asked if there was a cupboard in the room with the cleaners equipment in it. When told there was, she asked me to get something interesting out of it that I thought would push her to her limit. I came back with a scrubbing brush to which the manager remarked that would be impossible. My wife's reply was "nothing is impossible". She gave the brush to the manager and told him to get on with the job of cleaning the place out with no holds barred. She threatened that if he did not do a thorough cleaning job she would call it a day and go home. This time he set to work with gusto and did a good job on it while she lay there expressionless as if nothing was happening. Eventually after what seemed an age she said "let me know when you are tired and I will get my husband to finish the job off". After more rough cleaning he handed the brush to me.
I of course know her limits, or I should say lack of any limits, so I then asked how she will let me know she has reached her limit. Her reply was "We will see who gives in first". I then asked her to let me know when she was ready, she did some deep breathing and I could tell she was preparing herself mentally because she knew what to expect from me and I in turn was determined to push her to the limit, if that was possible. I know from experience she has a very high pain threshold and finds it very hard to say stop. Eventually, after what seemed an age, she almost shouted the word “go” and I noticed she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. I knew it would probably be impossible to get her to submit as knowing her as I do, I knew she would feel humiliated to submit in front of a stranger. I plunged the brush in as far and as fast as I could and proceeded to pump it relentlessly twisting it from time to time. She gave nothing away from her expression, she just lay there, with her eyes closed and teeth gritted. and let me continue relentlessly. I continued to plunge it in with full power as fast as possible and twisted it at the same time but she just lay there expressionless. Eventually I had to admit defeat and bent over her and gave her a kiss and whispered in her ear. I then turned to the manager and asked for a cloth from the cleaning cupboard and told him I would clean her up internally with it to show that there is no blood to prove just how tough her vagina is. Finally I grabbed her pussy lips with both hands and attempted to lift her up, remarking that she is pain proof. Her reply was "well you both tried but you didn't try hard enough".
My wife then turned to the manager and asked how we were for time as she had more to demonstrate. I didn't want someone to walk in on us and I was aware he had a job to do so I suggested we finish for today but asked what the best time would be for us to make use of the pool. He suggested one particular evening in the week when a group of young men meet regularly every week. He mentioned that it is a male only night so if we came on that night wearing the costumes we had previously described it would be fine and in any case a number of the young men seemingly wear the same type of costume as I do and he was sure there would be no objections if my wife came, even though it is supposed to a male only night. My wife put her skirt and top on, we made a note of the date for the pool night and we left leaving a very happy hotel manager.

We will continue this report at the first opportunity.

[edfog]

We have eventually got round continuing our joint report.

We had arranged to visit the pool the following week, consequently my wife had greatly intensified her training routine and we even changed the night of our evening cycle run to fit in with the pool night and increased the mileage by 50%, covering 75 miles. By the time that the evening in question arrived she had never been fitter but to get to this level it had necessitated putting her body through some horrendous torture and enduring some extreme pain, especially with her abs and stomach vacuuming exercises. As previously mentioned on this forum she is able to hang by her tits whilst holding a conversation as if it is the normal thing to do, but this past week she had been paying excessive attention in this area to ensure the lads will be able to do anything they want with them.
The night before the eventful day she invited her brother and my sister over to show off her super toned body which she was rightly extremely proud of, but it turned into a full family party with both our parents coming over as well. We all packed into our gym (ex garage) and she put on a fantastic show with some very extreme events thrown in. I just don't know how she can perform some of the feats she does, let alone think them up in the first place. It seems to be a combination of high intensity training, high pain threshold and complete dedication to her body but she never seems satisfied with her current level of achievement and keeps pushing the bar higher.
So, the big night arrived. When she arrived home from work she had a quick bite to eat and went into the gym for about an hour, came into the house for a quick shower and then chose something to wear.
She decided on the loose fitting bib top that she had worn when we first visited the hotel together with a short skirt with a slit up the full length of each side. No underwear or shoes of course.
Talking of shoes reminds me to mention that I cant remember the last time she wore shoes, summer or winter, on any surface. She drives the car with bare feet, works in an office without footwear (or underwear). The bottom of her feet look and feel like leather with all sorts of items embedded in her soles such as nails, screws, glass etc.which wear down to nothing over time. The only time she wears shoes is for cycling, because the pedals require special shoes which clip onto them. She tells me that she used to get told off for not wearing shoes in school but used to take them off the moment she got through the gate.
We drove over to the hotel. When we walked in the manager was behind the reception desk so we went over and he seemed delighted to see us. We asked if it would be OK for both of us to use the male changing room and he replied that he didn't think anyone would complain about that. So off we went, I walked in first and quickly weighed up that there were just three lads in there, so I quietly asked my wife where she wanted to change, knowing full well what the answer would be. We walked down to the area where they were changing and they just stood there open mouthed. We both said "good evening" and a couple of them managed to say "Hi". We both proceeded to change into our swimwear as if everything was quite normal. My wife only had to drop her skirt and untie her top so was completely naked in thirty seconds flat. She then made quite a show of sorting through our bag to get her costume out which involved a lot of bending over with her back to them. By the time she had found her costume I was ready to put mine on so she passed it to me. We put our swimwear on and walked out to the pool leaving the three lads standing there with open mouths, as they had been during the whole time we were in the changing room.
We walked over to the showers, had a quick shower and we both dived in together. I noticed that it had suddenly gone very quiet. When my wife surfaced I saw that her two straps that were supposed to cover her nipples had moved to the edge of her shoulders so I knew that within the next minute they would be completely off her shoulders. She then swam away from me back to the deep end and as I expected, on her way down to the other end she bobbed underwater and of course when she surfaced both straps were nowhere to be seen. I knew at this point that it was only a matter of time, probably about thirty seconds! before the bottom of her costume started to leave her. And so it came to pass. As she reached the shallow end she made for the steps and of course the bottom of her costume had slipped down to just above her knees as she walked up the steps and out of the pool. I then waited for the inevitable to happen. She walked about halfway down the side of the pool and dived in, at this point I was swimming behind her and realized that while she was under water she had removed her costume completely. When I was over her costume I picked it up and on reaching the end of the pool placed it on the side.

We will continue this report as soon as we can.

[james_king]

Your stories have been amazing sir, but could you please post a picture of your wife too. I'm dying to see what she looks like.

[edfog]

Sorry James, but we are very careful about photos. My wife says she would love to perform on stage in a fetish club but will not incase someone is present who knows us or photos are taken and finish up on the internet.

[edfog]

Continuing our report :-

We were both now at the deep end of the pool and I asked her what her next move would be. She said she needed to get the lads chatting. I said OK I will see what I can do to help.
By this time the three lads who were in the changing room when we arrived were in the pool so, in total there were about fifteen to twenty males in the pool. Over the next thirty minutes or so the number had increased to about thirty.
Luckily at this point who should walk into the pool area but the manager. What a stroke of luck, as I immediately engaged him in conversation and remarked that the lads seem to be very quiet. He suggested that my wife and I get out of the pool and sit at a table where he would join us, then after a bit of chit chat he would introduce us to everyone to break the ice. I moved over to where my wife was at the end of the pool and told her of the plan.
We sat at a poolside table and the manager walked over and sat down with us. He remarked that seeing my wife with that body was enough to make anyone speechless and on top of everything she is naked!
He then got up and walked halfway down the side of the pool and said “I would like to introduce you all to ( we use the pseudonyms Jack and Jill) and I can assure you all that they are both very friendly especially Jill who is extremely friendly and some of you may have noticed that she has an amazing fit body on her which I'm sure she will let you inspect if you so wish, so feel free to inspect the goods"
My wife said "great" and got up and walked down to the shallow end of the pool. The manager had succeeded in breaking the ice because as soon as she reached the end of the pool they were all round her like bees on a honey pot. She walked down the steps into the shallow end and I could see and hear that there was plenty of chat going on. I had no doubt that she had invited them to inspect the goods because a scrum seemed to develop very quickly and from her expression she was getting what she wanted.
I strolled down to get a better view and perhaps join in the chit chat. My wife called me over so I got back in the pool and she asked me to show the lads how to handle her tits. I grabbed them with both hands and lifted her up at arms length and held her there telling everyone that is what they need to do, only much rougher. I then put her back down and slapped them about as hard as I could and twisted her nipples very hard. Eventually I stopped and told them that was what she wants and enjoys, only much rougher. Before I moved out of the way I asked if anyone had a large strong hand and there were a number of offers. I took hold of of one likely looking one and guided it down between her legs the pushed it in and then gave it one all mighty push and then pumped it in and out. I goaded them by remarking that I was surprised no one knew what to do and that there didn't seem to be anyone with the muscles required to satisfy Jill.
I then decided to give my wife an opportunity to show off her muscles which I know she loves to do. I explained to everyone that she was an extreme pain freak and fitness fanatic there has been nobody up to now who has managed to get her to submit. I explained how she trains daily and has the muscles to prove it and that I will ask her to give a demonstration of muscle control. So I asked her to stand on the side of the pool and first of all show her stomach muscles. When she started to do stomach vacuuming and rolling she got a round of applause. She then asked if there were any boxers among them and she got one of the lads to punch her in the stomach which was rock hard. She then showed off her thigh and calf muscles, at this point she sat on the side of the pool with one leg out over the pool and asked one of them to sit on the calf area her leg until she said OK, after what seemed an age she said OK which resulted in another round of applause
I think her next request came as a shock to everyone when she asked if there were any footballers among them. She chose one likely lad who hadn't a clue as to what was coming next but she stood square in front of him and said "right, kick me as hard as you can between my legs and try to get me to say stop" Of course he had no chance of getting her to say stop. She asked the manager what size shoe he wore, then asked if anyone else took that size of shoe and got that person to put on one of his shoes on his foot. Again she said "right, kick me as hard as you can between my legs and try to get me to say stop" Once again she didn't need to say stop. More applause followed.
Time was now running out so she said ”for the remaining fifteen minutes its up to you all to do anything you want to my body to get me to say the word stop either in the pool or on the side with no limit on the number of people working on me and absolutely no limit on what you can do to my body so get to work and put some real effort into it to try and get me to say stop. --- Ready, steady, go ”
By this time all the lads were well aware of what they were dealing with and they were almost fighting to get in on the action. One of them decided to drag her along the side of the pool by her hair before kicking her into the water then another came along and pulled he out by her hair before dragging her back to the other end of the pool by her tits at the same time another was kicking her between the legs as she was being dragged along. I could tell by her expression she was secretly enjoying all the punishment they were giving her as she delights in taking on this type of extreme challenge where she has no idea which part of her body will be attacked next. Another plus for her was the fact that various parts of her body were being abused at the same time. She absolutely thrives on taking pain and I knew that when we got home she would enthuse on how much she enjoyed the evening.
The fifteen minuets seemed to be up very quickly. She then thanked all the lads for trying but said “you obviously didn't try hard enough but, if the manager agrees, I will come again next week and you can try again to get me to say the word stop” The manager readily agreed and said he looked forward to seeing her next week. We then had a quick word with the manager and suggested that after next week we would come once a month. He announced this and added that these nights will only be open to the regulars so don't bother telling all your friends to come along as they will not be allowed in.
We both had a quick shower and went back to the changing room. My wife was dry in no time and dressed in about fifteen seconds because she only had a top and skirt to put on. This time she wore the skirt with the full length side slit with the slits at the front and back which meant she showed everything when she moved. The reason for wearing the skirt in this way was because we were all going to go into the hotel bar for a drink.
It was very noticeable that the lads took very little interest in watching my wife getting dressed as there was nothing left that they hadn't seen already.
We all moved into the bar area and our drinks (orange juice for me and water for my wife) were bought by the lads. The first time she leaned across to the table for her drink her tits fell out and when she sat back I noticed they both stayed out in full view and the way she was sat on the settee meant her pussy was also on full view. It was a bit crushed on the settee and it wasn't long before I noticed from where I was sat that the two ties on the back of her bib top had been undone allowing the front of her top to hang loosely between her fully exposed tits. I knew for a fact that she was enjoying every minute of this and was milking the situation it for all she was worth. I didn't notice it happen, but a few minutes later I saw that her skirt was up around her waist but it wasn't surprising as she was now in her element. What I did see was her top being removed completely and she let it happen without blinking an eye. I thought to myself I bet I know what will happen next and sure enough after a two or three minutes she stood up (which wasn't actually necessary) to pick up her drink and her skirt was removed whilst standing. Because we were in a hotel bar there were not all that many people in the bar and it so happened that the few people who were in were not in our immediate area.
The waitress came along and asked if we required any drinks and although she did not appear to notice my wife was naked I'm sure she must have seen her. but carried on as if everything was quite normal.
Things were hotting up on the settee because my wife was laying across the lads knees and hands were everywhere, I knew she was now on cloud nine.
We had probably been in the bar for the best part of an hour and most of the other people in the bar had retired to their rooms. What happened next surprised even me and where my wife is concerned little surprises me now. She nonchalantly got up off the settee and asked where the ladies toilets were, they were pointed out to her and she did no more than stroll across the lounge to the toilets naked as the day she was born. All the lads looked at each other and one turned to me and remarked that she was an absolutely amazing girl. I said I know and that nothing surprises me now where Jill is concerned. She returned shortly and sat down again on the settee as if it was all quite normal. I couldn't see the bar from where I was sat so whether the bar staff had noticed anything I can't say. She made herself comfortable across all the knees on the settee and I saw a fist slip inside her immediately and at the same time two of the lads appeared to be trying to pull her tits off. I could see her wanting to stay here all night.
Just before we left I went over to the bar and thanked the manager for allowing us to use the facilities free of charge and confirmed that we will come again next week. He then said he had been taken by surprise when a female member of the bar staff, who had seen Jill walk across to the toilets, told him that she had never seen a girl with a body rippling with muscles like that before and insisted on being told what went on in the pool area. He gave her a little bit of general information, no details but enough to leave her in no doubt as to what took place and she had said that she would like to watch next week and he said he was asking me if we would both be agreeable to that request, to which of course I said yes.
I mentioned this request to Jill on the way home in the car and as expected she replied “no problem, the more the merrier” and she wondered why only one girl had made this request. I suggested that she was probably the spokesperson and more than her may turn up on the night.


Once again time has run out for us.

[edfog]

We're here again to add a bit more to this report.

So, fast forward to the next week. Following our first visit Jill immediately started thinking about what feats she would perform the coming week. She decided to concentrate on the area of her breasts. To ensure she would be able to perform some feats and also be able to take anything they tried on her, she spent the whole week putting them through, what even I thought, was some very extreme torture.
This involved a lot of what she classes as routine toning and toughening up which I will not go into just now as this will be better explained in the pool night report later where I will describe the event in the usual detail.
She also decided she would do some hand stand walking and put in extra training with this in mind.
You may have noticed that there are no photographs accompanying these reports because no matter how hard you try eventually some will leak out and it's only our very close family who are privy to all this. This rule was made known in no uncertain manner at the first weeks visit to the pool. Also, we did not divulge our true names whilst at the hotel /pool.
Dress for the evening had to be decided witch turned out to be a wrap-around short skirt with a side tie that didn't quite wrap all the way round, so the whole side of one leg and hip was visible all the way up. The skirt was very loosely tied round the top so that her vagina was almost on view.
The top was an elasticated band about 50mm wide. As usual, just two items.
On arrival at the hotel we had decided that first of all I would try to see if the manager was around without me being noticed and luckily I got a glimpse of him at reception I returned to the car to report and the plan was to say good evening to him and see if we could find out whether one or even two of the bar girls would be spectating. He said two of the girls had mentioned it to him during the week and he had arranged for one extra girl to be on duty this evening allowing them to be present. We asked if we could be introduced to them so that they would feel at ease when they came into the pool area. He walked over the bar area and a couple of minutes later they both came over to reception and we were all introduced to each other. One of them remarked that she had never seen a body so toned as Jill`s, My wife thanked her and remarked that she hoped they will both enjoy the evening and they returned to the bar. Whilst at reception we arranged a schedule for our planned future monthly visits.
We had arrived a little on the early side so we had time to see if there was anyone sat in the lounge area. There were only two youngish males sat over to one side so Jill said she would liven the place up a little for them. She turned her skirt round so that the open side was now an open front and got me to fold the band covering part of her breasts so that it was now only half the width, about 25mm. I had no doubt that within a couple of minutes it would have slipped down. She said “we'll sit at one end of the lounge so that I can walk the full length to the toilets at the other end. We strolled over and sat down on one of the settees facing the two young men. Of course my wife's skirt fell open showing everything. A couple of minutes later she stood up with her back to them and adjusted her breast band so that it passed just under her nipples and strolled across to the ladies toilet. A few minutes later she walked back with everything on display giving a great performance to the two young men.
By this time we had noticed that about half a dozen lads had arrived for the 'swimming' so we walked round to the changing room.
This time the lads who were in were very chatty. I put our bag down on a bench to get my swim wear out, by the time I stood up Jill was naked. This week she had not even bothered to bring her swimming costume, just a towel, as she knew what was expected of her. I picked up our bag as it contained some pieces of equipment that she would require during the evening
We went into the pool area where there were another about seven or eight in the pool. We both had a quick shower and this week we were greeted by everyone. We both dived in and did two or three lengths. Most of the lads were at the deep end so we finished at that end and got chatting with them. After about another ten minutes or so I asked if they thought everyone was here and the answer was yes.
I explained to everyone that two of the bar girls had requested to watch Jill`s performance and as if on queue they both walked in. I mentioned to them that I had told everyone they would be joining us but only as spectators!. They both stayed at the deep end of the pool and stood in a corner.
Jill said “right, we all know why we are here so we will start, first of all I will do a bit of a warm up, so, here we go”. With that she did a hand stand and set off walking down the side of the pool, when she reached the shallow end she walked down the steps into the pool and across, under water, to the steps on the other side and up onto the other side of the pool to applause and walked back to the deep end. As a finale she walked up to one of the lads and rested a foot on each of his shoulders and got a cheer before standing up on her feet.
At this point she indicated to me that she needed the bag. I picked it up from the shallow end and brought it over to her. She took a rope out bent forward and proceeded to rope up her tits. This was a sight in itself as she treated them like pieces of meat whilst roping them up. Everyone stood there spellbound in silence until she had them both roped. She then asked them to form two teams in two single files, one team in front of her and the other behind her. She walked halfway down one side of the pool and tied one rope round her waist and the other rope on to the rope on her tits. Then instructed them to start a tug of war. This resulted in some extreme effort on behalf of all the lads and she just stood there trying to keep her balance as she was pulled first one way then another. She said “let me know when you are tired and you can have a rest before we start the next game.” Eventually one team managed to pull her to one end of the pool and were declared the winners.
She asked me for another length of rope then removed the rope from around her waist and tied
this second rope to the rope on her tits. Her next step was to stand by the pool steps and she got one lad to tie both ends of the rope onto the step handrail she the took the loop in the rope, put over her head and down round her waist so that she was fastened to the handrail by this rope round her waist She then instructed each team to take one of the ropes tied to her tits and instructed them to pull when she said Go, adding that their goal was to get her to say Stop. I knew she was preparing herself mentally for what was to come. After about one minute she gave the word and the pulling and tugging commenced, her tits were stretched out in front of her but she showed no emotion. I could see they were really trying but she let them continue without even blinking. In the end they decided it was an impossible task.
Leaving the two ropes tied, one on each tit, she stood at the centre of the end of the pool and got the two teams to take a rope each and pass the ends through the step hand rail at each corner of the pool and then down the sides of the pool and instructed them to pull, adding “you know the word you've got to get me to say, so get pulling”. Again the lads gave in, they had no chance of getting her to submit even though her tits were pulled out past her shoulders. Again she received a round of applause and I noticed that even the two bar girls were clapping. She then said “we will have a variation on that last event. This time, on Jacks hand signal you will stop then again on Jacks hand signal you will do a sn*tch start but first, Jack, will you get one of our towels and blindfold me”. So I showed them the hand signal I would use and told them to start pulling. At irregular intervals I gave the signals and her tits were literally yanked to the sides. It was obvious that she was never going to say stop but her tits certainly had to take a lot of abuse, but of course she had been training all week for this night. Again she received a good round of applause.
For her next event she lay down on the floor and got two of the lads to hold one end of the rope at each side of her. She then instructed them to sn*tch pull her from side to side on the floor at irregular intervals. Yet another round of applause resulted and once again I noticed that the bar girls were joining in the applause.

We hope to complete this next time.

[edfog]

She then gave out quite a challenge by announcing that she wanted to be tied to the handrail of the pool steps with her feet as far apart as they could manage and her hands were to be tied to the rail also. She then said “ right, all the footballers among you use your kicking skills on me between my legs and get me to say Stop if you can, right off you go.” I must admit I've never seen her take so much punishment before, but on the other hand I've seen her training for this type of torture for the past few weeks, which is absolutely brutal torture. They were all nearly fighting to be the one to get her to submit and it was relentless, one after the other and it was really brutal, in fact from time to time I saw her grimace and for that to happen I knew she was suffering some very extreme pain. At this point the two bar girls had walked round to the end of the pool where this was taking place and were wiping her brow for her and consoling her. This torture went on for a long time and I wasn't sure how much more she could take, but knowing her as I do I could understand her wanting to see just how much she could withstand and prove a point for herself. I think the two girls consoling her could not believe that a female could take all this without making a sound, she was only showing the pain in her facial expression. Eventually they had to admit that she was never going to submit and that she had won the challenge. Rapturous applause and cheering resulted.
Jill still had the two ropes attached to her tits and was still roped to the handrail with her legs wide apart. Her next request even surprised me. She said “right, I want about half a dozen of the `footballers` to remain with me here and the rest of you to split into two teams and take the ropes tied to my tits, one team to my right across the end of the pool and the other team down the side of the pool. I want you two girls to act as time keepers. You now have the remaining ten minutes to try to get me to say Stop by trying to pull my tits off sideways and kick me silly between my legs whilst trying to get a submission out of me. First, give me a minute or so to allow me to prepare mentally for this ordeal and then you must start immediately I say go”. On the word all hell let loose. No words can describe the scene that followed, simply three groups of lads going wild, shouting and screaming encouragement to each other.
Then, for the first time ever, she actually not only showed pain in her expression but was also moaning and groaning and occasionally crying out loud. The two girls eventually shouted Stop at the top of their voices. I honestly didn't think she would manage to survive the ten minutes, but she did, remaining silent and motionless for a couple of minutes whilst she recovered, when it was all over. The two girls gave her a kiss and I went over to see if she was OK. She said she would be OK in a couple of minutes and asked me what I thought about her performance and how she had coped with it. I could only say I could not believe that she could take so much and survive and how I was immensely proud of her. She said “thank you” and I gave her a kiss.
I had a word with the two girls and asked them to reserve a table for us all in a quiet area of the lounge.
One returned and reported that she had reserved a table for us and explained which area it was in. While Jill and I were showering I asked her if she was OK after all she had endured and she assured me she was fine as she would prove for me tonight when we got home!
We returned to the dressing room, dried off and dressed. Jill wore her skirt very loosely tied round the waist so that the top of it was very, very low, just a fraction short of putting all her goods on display and the side slit showed a muscular thigh to full advantage. She positioned her breast band so that it was just under her breasts exposing her nipples and at the same time lifting her breasts up to accentuate them. We both strolled nonchalantly into the bar lounge area and casually walked over to where some of the lads were sitting. My wife sat on a chair with me on one side and one of the lads sat on the side of her that had the tie on her skirt. During the chatting that was going on from time to time she would lean across to people and eventually decided to move across to the other side of the group but when she stood up her skirt immediately dropped to the floor because the side tie had obviously been undone by the lad who had been sat next to her. She just continued to move across as if nothing had happened and squeezed herself in on a settee.
One of the waitresses, who had been in the pool area earlier, came over to take our drinks order and asked Jill if she realised she still had her top on, to which she replied , “ Oh sorry” and immediately removed it. The conversation came round to how she was was able to take such high levels of pain and my wife described some of the exercises and training she does on a daily basis to achieve the result they had witnessed this evening and I also described some of the exercises she regularly carries out on a daily basis and the pain she goes through to reach this level of pain tolerance. Two or three in the party then hinted that they wouldn't mind watching her train some time but she immediately made it clear that this was a no go area. “In any case”, she said, “you would probably be upset if you saw what I have put myself through too reach this level of pain tolerance and fitness and only our close families are allowed to be present”.
She was then asked if she would be going to the toilet tonight as she had done last week. It was pointed out to her that the half dozen or so people in the lounge area were mostly round a corner in another section and another couple had their backs to her. So she said “OK, if that's what you want” and without hesitation got up and walked across the the toilet completely naked. On her way back she went over to the bar to talk to the two bar girls who had earlier watched her performance in the pool, plus one other girl. She stood chatting for quite some time, so long in fact that eventually a customer walked over to the bar to order drinks. He was obviously enjoying the occasion because I could see that he immediately took an active part in the conversation. After some time she casually strolled back to our party. When one of the girls came over to serve our drinks I mentioned that I had not seen the manager since we arrived and it turned out that he had finished early on this particular evening.
When we arrived home my wife said “ I'm going to have a hot shower before I do anything else and give myself a soothing massage in a couple of areas that require particular attention and I will require your assistance” and I was more than happy to oblige her with this request

We subsequently visited the hotel on two further occasions on the pool night but found it to be very time consuming and it started to interfere with our cycle training routine. We were also concerned that we would eventually meet someone who knew us, but as the hotel is some distance from where we live, so far this has not happened.
We still visit the hotel occasionally for a drink and chat with the bar staff and the manager, if he is around.

[karlhein]

I was in college in the 70's, major state university, with lots and lots of very horney female students, who had their goodies on display a lot of the time. You could also get laid there pretty easily, as there were no serious diseases you could catch, and most of the girls were on the pill and anxious to show that they were 'liberated'. Great time.

Nevertheless, I did spend a fair amount of time studying, mostly in the 'stacks' of the university tower library. There was one girl whom I had seen around on campus for a couple of years, often in the stacks as well. She was oriental, probably korean, very pretty in any case; and she liked to show it off. I don't think she knew the word "bra' and always wore very, very short cut off shorts. Just seeing her walk across campus was almost x-rated. I had purposely spent a lot of time in the stacks near where she often was, and had seen really nice DB's of her dozens of times. Her titties were nice full B cups, with very dark nipples, with very little aeroela around the nipple. Occasionally, you could see that she had been to the beach, as a faint tan line was evident, but most of the time, her titties were nicely browned, with no tan line. Walking behind her, you could often see her butt cheeks, and I swear that a few times, I caught a bit of lip at the edge of her shorts.

This one time, she was in the stacks, and her blouse was even more reveling than usual. Basically, it was a shirt that had no buttons, so walking past her, you could see her entire breast as she sat reading. We had said hello a few times, but I was too much of a weanie to have made any real attempt to talk to her. Anyway, after about my third time past her, nominally looking for something in the stacks, she started up a conversation, about some inane political issue of the day. The conversation was pretty lame, but it gave me an extended time to have a look without having to skulk by. In the middle of the conversation, looking down at the obvious buldge in my own cutoffs, she asked me if I liked what I saw. I stuttered a minute, and then she said, "look, I've noticed you having a look for the last 2 years. I like that, a lot". With that, she pushed her blouse to the side so that her entire breast was exposed. "In fact, I really like men to look, and to get excited". With that she pinched her dark nipple, making it stand up even more than it already was. She said, "I have a proposition for you. I'm really horney, but I have a boyfriend in another state, who I won't see for 2 weeks. I don't fuck around on him, but he understands that I get excited showing myself off. So........you show me yours, and I'll show you mine". With that, she moved her blouse so that both breasts were exposed.

I instinctively reached down to stroke my dick, which caused her to smile like she had just won $1 million. She said, "the rules are we can look and show anything we want, but not touching. If I cum, it's my business, if you cum it's your business, but no touching". By that time, my dick was just about to poke it's way out of the leg of my shorts, so I pulled up the leg, letting the head of my dick pop free, asking her, "like this"?

It was Saturday afternoon, so the stacks were nearly empty anyway. She turned and walked away, and said 'follow me'. She went into a little carrel, which had a solid door, and just a work table and chair in it. Unlocking the door, then closing the door behind us, she said no one ever comes in her, except me, because the library issued me a key as I'm in grad school.

She slipped here blouse over her head, and very quickly unbuttoned her shorts, and let them slip to the floor. She was not wearing any panties. It was the 70's so being shaven (unfortunately) wasn't the fashion, but being Oriental, she had very light hair on her pussy. She plopped her bottom up on the work bench, spread her legs, and showed me her pinkness. With her fingers circling her little clitty, she said, "now, show me yours". My shorts hit the floor pretty quickly, freeing my dick, which was already standing at attention. She said, "I'm going to rub round and round on my clitty, I want to see how quick and how far you can cum". Well, the answer to that was very and very. It didn't take me a minute to spray across the room. And, as she was sitting only 2 feet in front of here I was standing, that meant that her tits, belly and pussy were soon covered. She was delighted. When I offered my t shirt to clean up, she declined, and began scooping my cum off her with her free hand, and putting it in her mouth. Her other hand was continuing to rub her pussy, which was making very squishy noises. Plunging her fingers into herself, she came very hard, and got a very big smile on her face.

"That was fun, want to do it again"? she asked. She didn't have to ask twice, my dick was still hard, and still ready to go. I pulled up the chair, sitting down with my face only inches away from her pussy, and proceeded to watch her rub herself again. I was slower this time, she seemed to have one speed to each orgasm, so she got there ahead of me, 3 or 4 times. After a minute, she told me to lean back in the chair, so that she could see mee better. Eventually, I got to that point of no return, and stood up, very close to her, and came over her tits, with some of the good even making it to her face. As before, she kept rubbing herself, while cleaning herself up with the other finger.

When she was done, she said that she had to get back to studying, but that she hoped she saw me around the library again some time. Needless to say, she did see me around the library, quite frequently, for the next 2 years until she graduated and moved away. I saw everything you can imagine seeing, including a few times when she shaved her pussy (to see what her bf would think), watching her use a dildo on her pussy and asshole at the same time, and came just about everyplace you can possibly cum (tits, stomach, pussy, legs, asshole, face), and never once actually touched her, even to shake hands or do the little polite cheek kiss. I actually tried once to reach out to her, but he pushed back and said, my rules are my rules.......look all you want, but no touching. Unfortunately, there weren't digital cameras back in those days, so all I have are some very nice memories.