I walked in the kitchen behind Sharon, her head turned slightly, but not far enough that she was looking at me.
I took the new bottle of wine from the work top, and poured two glasses of wine. I held one in front of her, it took her a while to take it, but she did.
"Let's go and sit down."
She nodded and followed me. We sat on the couch and sipped our wine.
"Sharon, believe me you are very hard to resist..."
"...But?"
"But we aren't exactly going to do the right thing by, by jumping into bed. Believe me when I say there is nothing I'd like more, but...Christ, because of things which have happened, I don't think it is a good idea."
"You don't know anything about me," she mumbled, and then looked me in the eye, "when I saw you this morning with, that woman, well, I couldn't move a way."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"No listen. When she offered me to finish you off, well, I was that close to doing it."
I ignored the question I really wanted to ask her and instead asked, "So why all that fuss, and anger?"
She took a deep breath, "I guess I was hurting, because of what happened with Mark. I made a big mistake with him once. I told him of my fantasy, and he accused me of well, wanting other men. I didn't want other men, I just wanted...to be, watched."
"And is that when he started hitting you?"
She nodded, "When I saw Grace, and the way she was, well she just got up and stood there naked, she was so confident. The way she just came out with me finishing you off, was well, erotic for me. I don't want to be like her, her confidence I mean. I have this fantasy, well several, but one I've had for ages. To be stripped and made love to in front of an audience, and sometimes, they join in. I don't want the whips and things. I just want to be exposed to people, to be watched, by men and women. To be touched, and I suppose degraded a little, with words."
She took a huge gulp of wine, and then coughed a little.
"When I told Mark about it, he asked if I wanted the watchers to join in. I told him I didn't think I did. He smiled and said, anything for you babe. A week or so later some of his friends came round. We got drunk, and he, started kissing and touching me. I got so worked up with their eyes on me. Mark whispered to me to get on my knees, I did, in front of them. He put his hand down my blouse and started groping my breasts. One of the men staggered to his feet, his cock was out, and he moved towards me. Mark asked me if I wanted to suck him. I was so turned on I didn't say anything. Mark pushed my face towards him. I honestly thought he wanted me to suck his mate's cock. I opened my mouth, and that was when Mark yanked me back by my hair, and started hitting me. I tried telling him I thought that was what he wanted, but he wouldn't listen. From that day on he would snatch my phone off me, and demand to know what I had done during the day."
"Look Sharon, what he did was wrong, and perhaps you should have talked more about it in the first place."
"Maybe, but in the end he twisted my fantasy, and used it as an excuse to, to..."
I cuddled her as she quietly wept. Finally she stopped and asked me about the club. At first I was reluctant to tell her anything.
"I'm not a kid. I've got a rough idea what goes on there, and because of what happened with Mark it doesn't mean I'm to delicate to hear those things. I know men and women get thrills from a little pain. I just want to understand a little, but I don't want, well not lots of details...please tell me a little?"
So I did, I gave her a version which I had rehearsed for my daughter, when I thought the time was right to answer her questions. It was more of a soft porn version, than a hard sex one. I told Sharon of the controls we had in place, and I even touched on a few of my own experiences. Several times I stopped and asked if she was okay with what she was hearing, each time I felt her head nod against my chest.
"Well, I don't think I'd want to go there, and most of it as you say is acting parts. The girl you mentioned, Tina, do you still see her?"
"No, well not like that, I see her around. She comes in the club, sometimes."
"Why didn't she stay with you?"
I took a breath, "She wanted more than, well more than I thought she could handle. I tried putting her off."
"All because you gave her a card, do you still do that?"
"No not anymore."
Sharon's head lifted from my chest for the first time in over an hour.
"Did you fall in love with her?"
"Sharon, I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay, I understand. Could you make my fantasy happen?"
"Sharon, I would need more details, even then I'd be reluctant after what you've been through."
"But you could make it happen?" she pushed.
Finally I nodded, still not sure if I would go through with it.
"I want you to make my fantasy come true, but I guess you'll have to know more about me, sexually, so you had better take me to bed first."
I lay on the bed still in my shorts patiently waiting. If Sharon wanted to exhibit herself in front of an audience, then she was going to have to start stripping in front of me first. She stood at the bottom of the bed. I saw her bite her bottom lip a little.
"You don't have to do this," I said, secretly praying she would.
"I'm fine," she replied, drained the last of her wine, and took a deep breath.
Her fingers fumbled with her buttons, until her blouse fell open. She pulled it off her shoulders, and then reached behind her back to unclip her bra.
"No, not yet, take your skirt off first."
She nodded, and reached behind her lower back. I watched the front of her skirt sag as she popped the button. Then I heard the zip being drawn down. Watching a woman wiggle her ass to slip down a tight fitting skirt is incredibly sexy. It's a natural motion I guess, but done slowly it is one fucking erotic sight. Black hold stocking tops appeared, as the waist band of her skirt dropped below them. I had a few pointers for her and was torn between telling her now, or waiting until the end, as her skirt hit the floor I spoke.
"Sharon, stop a minute."
She did and gulped, "Is there anything wrong, you don't like my body do you?"
"Yes I do like your body. Just a couple of pointers before you go any further, if you don't mind?"
"No, I don't mind," she mumbled faintly.
"Make up your mind whether you want to look at me, if you do, then look me in the eye all the time. If you don't then, don't look at me at all until you've finished stripping."
"I've never really stripped for a man before, well not like this. Which do you prefer me looking at you, or not?"
"To be honest I like both, but just for now, don't look at me until you've finished. Do it like you did earlier, when you moved around the kitchen and lounge. I know you were teasing then, and you did one heck of a job."
She nodded and smiled awkwardly, "What was the other thing?"
