Much of the following week was fairly low key, getting to the beach each day at lunch for an hour or so, but it was otherwise rather uneventful. On Friday You gave me a sheer white g-string to wear. The butterflies appeared again as I slipped off my blouse and skirt at the lakeshore, exposing first my bare tits and then my barely clad crotch. Up close it was clear that I sported a bald beaver, my slit fairly evident through the sheer fabric drawn taut over it. My naked breasts were adorned with one inch silver rings through my nipple piercings, drawing even more attention to them than did their bareness. As I walked along the beach with you in your tiny orange g-string, your bits jiggled almost as merrily as did my boobs.
My period came again on Saturday, so it was pretty much a cooldown week. Having a bad case of cock withdrawal, on Wednesday I stopped by your office at lunchtime to give You a blowjob and surprised You by bringing along my friend Sandy who just sat and watched while I unzipped your pants, extracted your cock and proceeded to suck away on it for the next twenty minutes until You rewarded my efforts by squirting a nice big load of goo into my mouth as I held your shaft just far enough away that Sandy had a clear view of the jets of jizz as they erupted from your glans. Like a good girl I swallowed every drop before we left. Walking back to my office Sandy made me promise to return another time and trade places so that she too could savor the pleasures of your swollen shaft in her mouth.
Saturday You picked me up mid afternoon. I was naked when you arrived but otherwise ready to go with an overnight bag of cosmetics and miscellaneous acoutrements already all packed. You embraced me, your hands wandering down my backside as your tongue slipped into my mouth. I detected a trace of your morning coffee as our tongues met. I felt your fingertips trace the line where my cheeks meet my thighs before your hands gently clenched my cheeks and your tongue probed more insistently. I sensed myself getting wet.
And then suddenly you stopped. We selected a couple pair of shoes before You handed me my attire for the ride ahead, a simple pale celadon silk teddy. I slipped it on and adjusted the straps. No jewelry adorned my nipples and looking in the mirror I saw that they made lovely forms in the supple fabric. You smiled lasciviously in approval. I donned my high heel sandals and we headed out. Walking down the hall your fingers again traced the contour at the bottom of my left ass cheek, reminding me of how little I was wearing and how much I was exposed.
For some reason it was a busy afternoon at my apartment building. We encountered several people further along the hall and again on the walk from the building to the car. The teddy wiith its high cut legs and lightweight material was quite clearly lingerie that I was prancing down the sidewalk in and everyone took notice.
You said You had a couple errands You needed to take care of as You threaded your way through the light traffic. The first stop was at a dry cleaner's where You instructed me to take some things in while You remained behind in the car to watch as I strode across the parking lot before disappearing inside. The Pakistani gentleman behind the counter was quite flustered over my attire as he checked in the jacket and trousers I handed him. He filled out a receipt and handed it to me, eyes glued to my barely covered body.
Next we parked about fifty feet from a mailbox and You handed me some mail to pop in it. This was almost at the corner of a very busy intersection, so plenty of people saw me in the middle of the day in bright daylight with nothing but a few ounces of silk concealing my treasures. One car honked as it passed. When I returned to the car my heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily with excitement. You laughed as you restarted the car. I settled in for the long ride ahead.
Our destination was six hours away and I spent most of the time curled up asleep with the seat laid back. Every once in a while as we passed a trucker you would awaken me could as they regarded my near naked form. A couple times I wound up awakening and realized I was in a position that left the teddy shifted aside just enough that a nipple or my pussy was exposed.
Dusk was upon us as we neared the end of the trip. I awoke as we pulled onto a gravel road. Groggily I asked "How much longer?" to which You replied that we were almost there and that perhaps I should change. You'd left a bag with clothes within easy reach and directed me to it. Inside I found what would be my first outfit for the evening, a black lycra tube dress. I shimmied out of the teddy and into the dress. The stretch fabric clung to my nipples and the hem came barely past my crotch. While not being transparent it gave the illusion of being so. There was a bright red satin g-string which I slipped on and my black fuckme pumps finished things off.
There were already thirty five or forty cars in the lot as we pulled in. After tucking into a slot we got out of the car and followed another couple heading to the entry to a complex of low lying structures. She was tall and leggy, wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a lacy halter top. He wore chinos and a polo shirt.
Inside the entry there was a sign-in table and the sound of loud music from deep inside. You handed me the bag you'd taken from the car trunk as You signed us in and handed the woman at the counter several twenties. She was a buxom blonde wearing a great deal of makeup but very very friendly. As we headed for the door that would take us further she chirped a "Have fun - don't do anything I wouldn't do!" which elicited a snicker from you. I had the distinct feeling you'd been here before and that You and she might have some history.
You'd told me that you'd been to The Ranch a number of times before and it was very much as I'd envisioned. Just off the main entry was the social hub of the place with a good sized dance floor, a thirty foot bar that returned on both ends, an area with a couple dozen tables, a small stage with a stripper pole, and a DJ booth (also appropriately referred to as the BJ booth). We headed toward the bar where you introduced me to Gary the bartender as You handed him the bottles of rum and prosecco You had brought. He immediately poured me a glass of bubbly and You a rum gimlet.
Leaving me at the bar, You disappeared for a bit. While You were gone I was approached by an attractive couple. She was quite petite and cute with shoulder length brown hair and enormous dark eyes, wearing a cute schoolgirl outfit with a short pleated plaid skirt, a simple white blouse, and ridiculously high platform heels. Although she was flat chested, I found the look very erotic. The fabric of the blouse came close to being translucent and her nipples were quite dark, so they made themselves evident depending on how the lighting caught her. Her ass cheeks peeked out past the hem of her skirt and at moments you could tell she was wearing some form of skimpy white panties.
He was a pretty average looking guy, balding a bit but quite friendly and as I sipped my prossecco I became more and more comfortable. A dozen or so people were out on the dance floor. The Electric Slide turned into Who Let The Dogs Out into You can Leave Your Hat On. An industrious and voluptuous brunette had actually come prepared with a hat and by the end of the number was naked save for it. She sported huge nipples and a thick dark bush. Soon after she and her companion disappeared into the back area of the club.
I was perched on a stool and every once in a while the dress would ride up such that various individuals would be afforded a glimpse of my scarlet clad snatch. I knew exactly what I was doing and played it for all that it was worth. This was definitely a place to see and be seen. Gary smiled appreciatively when it was his turn for a sneak peek.
You returned just as the couple I'd been talking to headed for the dance floor. Noticing our glasses were almost empty, Gary offered refills and we eagerly accepted. You suggested we go explore. There were several routes out of the main hall. One led to a short corridor with restrooms, another to a longer one with five private rooms off it. No single males were permitted down this corridor unless accompanied by a couple. We checked it out and found three rooms with the doors open and no one in them, one closed door and another with a dutch style door, the upper half of which was open and the lower closed. A woman with largish breasts was being ministered to by three guys. She was on her back with a cock in each hand and another being rammed in and out of her twat. We watched for a few minutes with You fondled my breasts through the stretchy fabric of the little black dress.
We then headed for the third way out of the main room. A lounge immediately off it had a long modular sofa with several young couples parked on it. One pair was dry humping as they watched porn on a big monitor but otherwise it was pretty tame. A locker room lay beyond and a billiards room to one side. The other way led to another corridor off which was a large communal bathroom with several shower stalls as well as the hot tub area which featured a huge vessel that could probably hold thirty people as well as a smaller one better suited for a half dozen. There were ten or twelve people in the large one and one lonely couple in the smaller. No one was wearing any form of bathing suit.
Doubling back through the lounge a different corridor passed by a room with walls full of holes, some at perfect height for gloryholes, others higher to permit fondling higher and some more appropriate just for voyeuring. We watched a woman enter, strip naked and beckon to two men to join her. They took turns eating her out and having their cocks sucked before the three gathered up their clothes and disappeared toward a private room.
Moving along further we passed by several "themed" rooms: a barn room, a dungeon, a doctor's office complete with exam table and stirrups, and a room that was totally black with no lights, just a gigantic mattress. No one was playing in any of these so we continued along. Many more rooms lay beyond, some with signs that said 'couples only" or "four or more only" or "door MUST remain open". Two rooms were large communal areas with huge mattresses in the middle and seating around the perimeter. It was early enough in the evening that there wasn't too much going on in any of these places.
Our drinks were empty by this time and we decided to head back for refills. There were lots of sexy looks and I received many leers and ogles from members of both sexes as we wandered along. The tautness of the fabric made my breasts dance in a very different manner than usual. Instead of the fluid up and down bounce that usually resulted when I walked in heels without the encumbrance of a bra, this was more of a side to side wiggle.
Gary filled us back up as we checked out the main room again. The crowd had grown considerably. I would guess it was now up to a couple hundred people with a ratio of probably three men to every two women. The dancing was getting bawdier and you could tell that the alcohol was beginning to work it's magic.
