AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault
It was intentionally written without names. It was initially intended to be a part of a larger project in the works, but didn't fit and was submitted as an independent story.
This is my first submission along this line, so I would especially appreciate comments from the women, and please identify your selves as such. It was inspired from a series of different events, but extrapolated extensively.
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright (c) 2013 by Acup
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REALLY!!! The sun's not up and it's barely light...but a nice warm hand stroking me isn't all bad. "It can't be morning all ready..."
"It is, and we need to get going. The competition is downtown at the convention center." She rolled me back for a nice kiss, and then hopped up with WAY to much energy for this time of the morning. But DAMN her ass had a nice jiggle to it.
I managed to roll out and made a quick pit stop before getting out to the living room. She was standing there in skimpy tank top and shorts waiting on me holding my boxers, t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. "A bit chilly out there for that isn't it?"
"They'll have the heat cranked when we get there, and by ten it will be a hot house with all the bodies." While I got dressed she put my shirt, slacks, and shoes in with her new dress. She put a couple of bottles of what ever that stuff was an a few Pepsi's for me and we were out the door All I know is the goose bumps look a WHOLE lot better on her than they do on me!
I had to make a quick stop in a drive through for a sausage biscuit to take the edge off and then we headed downtown. The only thing about it being early on a Sunday was almost no traffic. The usual thirty plus minute dive took just under twenty. She showed the lot attendant her paperwork and we got a parking tag for the mirror. I even managed to find a spot near the door.
Even at this hour there was already a line at the registration table. She waive to a few people she knew, and giggled when she got her garter with her number, showing me the black and red garter with the '69' on it and a wrist band for me. They had divided the floor off with one third behind the stage and curtain.
If Saturday was a roller coaster, this was an atom bomb! I got about six steps around the curtain when I just froze. It was arranged like a regular convention with the curtained off booths, but they were all the waist high ones so you could see all the way across. And what I saw was women, and more women. But for the most part they were either topless or naked!
Seems I was being funny, because she and a few other girls were laughing at her having to haul me off to her 'booth'. She hauled me part way down the isle and sat me down. I did my best not to stare, but from the smiles I probably wasn't succeeding. Seems we were sharing a spot with a very buxom black woman in a white thong, and I mean VERY, DD at least.
And then they were being jiggled for me, I looked up at her face seeing a big grin, "Sorry."
"If I didn't want them being looked at I wouldn't be here." She laughed and then turned to her for a big hug, flattening those monsters against her and getting a nice kiss....hmmmmm.
I just sat there numb as naked and topless women were going back and forth. She stripped off her shorts and top about the same time as the black woman did, followed by the girls on the other side of the isle. All of them chatting like they were sitting out at the park.
LET THE OILING BEGIN!!! It was almost like a clock went off. Every woman around us started oiling up. Arms and legs were interesting, but when all the tits and pussies were pulled and pushed and spread almost made me cum in my shorts, good thing I was sitting down. Then she had to ask me to do her back. She giggled a bit when I had to rearrange myself before I could stand up, and the girls were shouting 'not fair' when I got to her butt and she let out a little groan and pushed back when I slipped an oiled finger over her rosebud.
Her booth partner held up her bottle with a raise eyebrow. I looked at her and got a nod, so I got my hands all over the black girls back and butt as well. I didn't run my finger down the crack of her ass as far, but she did turn sideways a bit when I did her back to make me rub the sides of her huge tits, and I ran my hands forward from the sides at the same time to squish them together a bit just as I was finishing. She laughed and the black girl stuck her tongue out at me.
I won't even begin to say I had any clue on how this thing worked. There would be an announcement, and a group of women would scurry off toward the stage. There was two 'practice' areas I would call them where there were three mirrors set up like a dressing room for them to pose in front of. It was pot luck if they were in a bikini, topless, or nude when doing so. Although the bikini's really left nothing to the imagination, they weren't sheer or anything, but they were thin. I could readily tell if a woman was shaved or landing strip, and how puckered her nipples were.
