His is the story of a rejected, just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to just have fun with sex, exploring its possibilities and deviations. The result has created a very open sexual life, which expanded to include old and new friends. They even sustain their own emotional relationship between themselves, built on consent, trust and honesty.
They centre their adult world in Dave and June's city abode as the couple create a circle of like-minded people, and establish a business around their philosophy of open sex and steady emotional relationships. They sell adult toys online and make their own brand of adult films. Life is great until an aggressive police team hounds them out of their city flat. With the help of a member called Poppy, they secured a lease on a small holding to continue their lifestyle. [Adult World 1-26]
The group moved to a farm property near the village of Burntwood, an hour away from the city. Dave, June, and their group did not go unnoticed in Burntwood. The small village, known for its conservative values, was immediately abuzz with gossip and suspicion. Many residents were wary of the newcomers, their unconventional lifestyle clashing starkly with the town's apparent traditional norms. An idealistic lifestyle went well until their aggressor in the police force in the form of a police constable caused them grief in Burntwood, burning their home down and some local young men gang raped one of their members. [Adult Farm 1-25]
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June's sundress skimmed her figure, flaring out from under her chest. A pattern of white fabric featured a scattering of light blue dolphins. As she moved, it swirled around her hips, the hem of the dress dancing around her thighs, made visible through the shortness of the frock, it only covered to a foot above her knees.
A light breeze would lift her skirt, Marilyn Monroe-style, prompting a giggle as she modestly readjusted it. That was OK with sensible underwear, but when she wore a thong, it was extremely erotic and without underwear it was obscene.
The dress had thin straps and a low neckline that showcased her cleavage. Without a bra, her nipples were visible as she leaned forward. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of white strappy shoes with a modest heel that emphasised her defined calves and made her legs look flawless.
An outfit that could display nothing or everything depending on the wearer and how she felt on the day. She loved that males stared at her with their tongues out as she flitted down the street. The attention made her more flirty and needy for animal sex. She felt that way even when she selected it from her limited wardrobe, it was erotic just holding it and conceiving the plausible scenarios this single item of clothing could and had led her through. June knew she would accept any invitation for a dalliance with whoever would be so brave as to hint it. This was her summer slut dress; Dave knew as much as she did. He knew he would need to step aside for her to indulge in her slut self with some complete stranger or strangers for a while as she swept down the street wearing nothing but the dress and shoes.
June never wore this outfit around Burntwood, the population too small and they had in their own minds decided too conservative for this kind sexually provocative attire, what would the lady's country woman institute think, the gossip would be blue and her nature painted as a scarlet woman, which she supposed she actually was. No, this outfit was for the golden beach city of the southeast of the state. This was holiday in the sun with the possibility of picking up some hunky strays' sort of a dress.
Katrina, dressed in a green flowing dress, that, by contrast to Junes, flared at the waist into a similar way but was considerably shorter, meaning any slight lean forward would have her underwear, such that it was on display. When Katrina was in a playful mood, she would wear crotchless underwear that covered her backside but left her vulva on full view if she opened her legs. This way, any inadvertent swirling of the skirt would reveal her black underwear, but not her vagina. She could use the crotchless in situations she wanted to tease guys, the train and bus were excellent places but she had done the act in bars and restaurants. Problem with pub situation is you could easily be targeted by someone you didn't to be.
The girls agreed they would wear the fuck me clothes for their evening out with Dave, they had agreed early on that Dave was good and they both were deeply emotionally involved with Dave, but he could not sexually satisfy them both for the week they would spend in their Airbnb 10th floor apartment. The only answer was to find one or more extra lovers to join them. The apartment had a king size bed in the master bedroom and a large couch and photon in the lounge.
Both rooms opened onto a large balcony towards the ocean. They were not ocean side but a few rows of high-rise apartments back, they still did have a fantastic view if the beach and could see and hear surf.
"I'm thirsty, hungry and randy, so let's wander, do to the strip and find a bar and get a feed drink and a man." Said Katrina.
"I'm as randy as you and I keep flashing back to when I meet Dave, I flashed the waiter his eyes nearly fell out of his head. I think he wanted me there and then." Said June.
"In public, that's illegal you could get arrested." Said Katrina.
"Typical cop talk, it's daring Its fun, I love the prospect of being observed while I'm being banged, I think it turns Dave on doesn't Dave?
"Not sure it turns me on watching you get nailed, but I certainly enjoyed doing it in public. Our ride back from Burntwood in the all together was certainly a buzz."
The three found a bar restaurant that opened out on to the main strip of bars and restaurants. A booth at the back of this place faced down the restaurant and out to the street.. The girls sat on the brown leather booth seat where they could watch the world go by. The leather seat was warm on the buttocks, making them squirm to get comfortable.
"This seat is going to cook pussy." Said June.
"Hot wet and sticky, just how you love it, Dave," Said Katrina.
Dave had taken a glance around to see if anyone was watching. He only saw a group of girls sitting at a table. Two rather nice presented girls with their backs to them. Sitting opposite them and facing them, a homily looking girl sat staring right at Dave a d his ladies. The Goth looking girl with studs in her ears, eyes and nose appeared to be together with the two girls with their back to Dave's group. Several other groups, including a group of men at a stand-up table with jugs of beer on it. They were engrossed in the horse races that were playing on various TV monitors on a wall near them. Clearly having fun betting on the horses, they paid no attention to the activity within the club.
"Wine girls?" Said Dave.
"Bubbles get a bottle two glasses unless you are joining us," Said June.
Dave took his instructions and made his way to the bar.
As he turned from the bar with an ice bucket clad bottle of sparkling wine, two champagne flutes and handle of beer, he saw a guy around twenty years of age wearing a black T-shirt, his body bursting out of it. The guy carried a stack of glasses, he was leaning on the table in front of his ladies, deeply engaged in conversation with the girls he hadn't noticed Dave approaching.
"Excuse me Bro, I need to put this down and get a drink down the girls, then we can have some fun this afternoon. "
