Bold and the Beautiful Meet

This is a fictional story; I am not a psychiatrist, and I did not author a book on 'Female Satisfaction'. I am 72 years young, so some insight and inspiration for this story comes from personal experience.

Part 4

Liam awakens to Francine tracing her fingernail along the valley of his abs; her head on his arm, her sultry eyes gazing seductively at him. "Mmmmm, how gratifying, opening my eyes and seeing your beautiful face." Liam slid his hand from its resting place on her waist to cup her right breast.

"Mmmmm indeed," Francine twisted her head upward, her fingers left his abs and lightly touched his cheek, nudging him to kiss.

"Has your paradigm of sexual satisfaction shifted at all since yesterday?" Liam brushes Francine's platinum blonde locks behind her ear, gazing into her unique greyish green eyes, he tenderly kisses her nose.

Francine's expression seems to brighten, a wide smile appears, likely envisioning their previous freaky activities, or speculating what wild venture awaits, she brings her right knee up to his abdomen, a minor thrust against his hip, the side of her knee rubs his pecker, and her toes caress his leg.

Francine doesn't need to speak, her fingernail teasing Liam's nipple, her expression with a simple nod, combined with her body language, silently gives Liam his answer.

"I would be so bold as to suggest your level of sexual satisfaction before yesterday was somewhere between 2 and 3 on a scale of 10. I've opened a door in your mind a slight crack for you to recognize there is much more for you to investigate." Liam manipulates her tit, and squeezes a bum cheek, his finger searching between the soft apple bottom mounds. "Would you admit your capitulation to explore your sexuality; the bar of quality has elevated?"

"Oh, hell ya, Liam you've exceeded my fantasy dreams." Francine caresses my neck, and we kiss intimately as she snuggles closer, her writhing body action attempting to arouse me. I've got one hand on her boob, with my other I pet her bum.

"You might be at a rating of 4 now; are you desirous of exploring your obscure sexual fantasies further, maybe to a level of 6 or 7 today, with a possible glimpse to your full potential?"

"Mmmm hmm, very much, I'm getting wetter just thinking about it." Francine's knee rubs over my dick, her fingers rove lower and encompass my slumbering pecker.

I bring my thumb and forefinger together intimately pinching and rolling her nipple.

"Today's goal is to stimulate all your senses, not just a physical arousal like you're accustomed too." My right forefinger has reached her vulva from behind and found her wetness, she moans as I tease her lips.

"Today we're going to introduce you to a much higher state of eroticism; a pursuit of transcendence to sexual nirvana; a euphoric climax that you will judge all future orgasms to." I kiss her cheek; my finger smears her pussy juice on her puckered anus. Francine emits a sigh as I press her dark star, we share an intimate French kiss.

"We're going to the mall to further explore your exhibitionist aspirations. You'll be the center of attention, you'll flaunt your beauty, you'll dress slutty, and I'll guide you to promiscuous behavior, the combination of voyeurism and exhibitionism will arouse you exponentially." I inject my anal probe deeper; Francine wiggles her backside and sighs appreciatively.

"Based on our response Friday, I boldly predict exhibitionism is most likely your most profound obscured sexual desire, even greater than your lesbianism."

I tug her on top of me, pressing myself between her legs, nuzzling my face between her bodacious boobs, I lick to her nipple and tongue flick the awakening nubs, my finger remains plunging in her derriere.

"We'll spend much of day getting all your senses extremely excited to entice a spectacular performance in a porn movie." I writhe our pubic areas together.

My mouth busy on her bodacious boobs, both my hands titillating her lower orifices her juices are flowing, and I have to ease off she's rapidly approaching an orgasm. I remove my fingers and hug her, "Pace yourself, it's going to be a glorious day, remember it's about the journey, I guarantee the destination will be fantastic, enjoy the roller coaster experience."

I'm confident she is sufficiently aroused, I give her a quick peck on the lips, roll to the side and sit up.

"You need to dress provocative, to feel nasty, sexy, seductive, even slutty."

I toss her one of my old t-shirts, it a small, I anticipate it will be snug enough to truly accent her majestic mammaries.

"Put this on, no bra, we want people to ogle your awesome assets."

Francine swings her legs off the bed, sitting up, pulls the flimsy tee over her breasts, her engorged nipples poking proudly, she is smiling as she admires them, then peers up at me with a naughty grin, she squeezes them in a miking maneuver.

"Ya, that's sexy, but not slutty enough to grab people's attention." I retrieve a pair of scissors, starting at the nape of her neck, I carefully cut diagonally downward to between her breasts, holding the recently cut fabric, I change sides and cut out a triangle, meeting the previous cut creating a deep vee, exposing a major portion of her stunning cleavage; I cut a little more down the center and the thin cotton is just covering her areoles.

"Ahh that's so much sexier," I hold the bottom hem and cut off the entire lower portion, about 1 inch below her areoles, turning it into a crop top that permits a view of everything below her areoles. I open the scissors and warily slice the cotton in several places, presenting even more flesh to tease, salacious, bordering on obscene.

I graze her nipples with my knuckle, then lightly roll each.

"Excellent." I kiss her forehead.

Francine smiles broadly, obviously delighting in where this is headed, "I arrived wearing a dress. what now?"

"You need a short skirt, so you can effortlessly flash your delectable vulva; I don't have a skirt, but here." I toss her a large bold print scarf; she wraps it around her hips and knots it at her side.

"Yes, that's great, damn you're sensationally sexy, how do you feel?"

"Oh Liam, I'm already horny as fuck, but I understand what you are attempting to manifest." Francine lifts the wrap and twirls.

"Let the games begin."

When I park at the mall, I turn to Francine, her nipple erections have diminished, and I want her appearance as risqué as possible. "Let your provocative thoughts overrule your inhibitions. You need to be bold, this is an exercise to explore your exhibitionist desires, to enhance your senses, to escalate your sexuality." We share a passionate kiss, my left finger edges her wet labia, my right elongating her nipples. "You're ready, let's do this."

"I'm so ready, gawd I'm excited."

We strut to the main entrance.

We walk slow, there is constantly heads turning our way, always someone ogling her phenomenal physique.

I lead her to the escalators; I pause until I spy a gentleman in a suit approaching. I usher her onto the moving stairs, glancing back to see him leering up. I whisper to Francine, "Turn, slowly, drop one foot on the lower step, widen your legs, let the man get a good view of your pussy and smile, I bet he never makes eye contact.

As we step off the escalator, Francine hugs my arm tightly, whispers breathily, "Oh gawd, that was thrilling." I peek back, he is still following, his eyes riveted to her butt and exquisite legs.

I tug her to sit beside me on a bench a few feet from a planter.

"Enjoy them looking, ponder what they're thinking, imagine them naked and what position they're fucking you in. What would you ask them to do to you?"

I kiss her neck, nibble her ear, "Your nipples are straining, I bet your cunt is oozing, you're getting a thrilling rush aren't you."

"Oh, geezus Liam, this is extremely exhilarating."

"Ok beautiful, be bold, tease them, try and get them to approach you without speaking, I'm going to sit over there and watch."

Almost every person slows to gawk at Francine, most get huge smiles and glance back, a few stop, but I'm surprised no one has approached her.

A very elegant attired older woman, stops just in front of Francine, pauses briefly than sits beside Francine, they speak, the woman places her hand on Francine's thigh; they both look directly at me.

The lady rises, crosses to me, pauses directly in front of me,

She's impeccably well dressed, jewelry evidence of wealth, a mid-thigh plaid skirt, ruffled white button up blouse, not a model, but reasonably attractive.

"I'm Rose, Francine told me to introduce myself and let you know we're occasional lovers, and to request permission to participate."

I scan her, making sure she knows I am checking her out; I finger gesture for her to turn, she slowly, seductively, spins; I widen my eyes, nod and give her an expression of approval.

"Hello Rose, I'm Liam, please sit with me." Rose sits to my right her purse and a small package, most likely a recent purchase on her lap.

"Rose, I'm a psychologist who did my doctorate thesis and published a book on 'Female Sexuality and Satisfaction.'

Let me explain what's transpiring since I met Francine after classes Friday at a college bar. I challenged her to expand her sexual limitations; she accepted and mere minutes later had an orgasm. On our way to my place, she discovered a desire for exhibitionism and an uber driver watched her climax with finger stimulation in his back seat. That evening, I gave her several multiples after she begged me to fuck her. Saturday Francine thrived on a sample of subservient sex including sodomy. Now, we are pushing her boundaries of exhibitionism, enhancing her entire spectrum of senses, that will likely culminate during her participation in her fantasy to star in a porn movie."

I put my forefinger under Rose's chin, gently tip her head to focus directly into my eyes, my thumb grazed her lower lip. Pausing, staring deep into Rose's brown doe eyes, "I'm bold, I know what women want even when they don't; if I permit you to participate, you must follow my instructions explicitly." My thumb slides across her cheek, my fingers slide along her neck, my thumb caresses her earlobe. In a monotone slow, hypnotic voice. "Do you wish to continue?"

Rose nods approval, my hand caresses the back of neck, twisting her to look at Francine, who still has that huge beaming smile pasted on her face, nipple still proudly standing at attention. Her knees shoulder width apart, watching intently as passerby's gaze at her promiscuous beauty.

"So, did you ever consider Francine to be a wanton slut, exposing herself like that?"

"No, that's so out of character."

"No Rose, he's only just discovering her inner self; Rose, every woman has a desire to be noticed, to be seen as beautiful, sexy, and desirable, is that not why beauty salons and fashion stores thrive? Do you yourself not put on makeup and dress as delightful as you do to attract attention? Many women flaunt their body and fantasize sexually. Francine is discovering how much pleasure she gets from teasing others." I tighten my fingers on the back of Rose's neck, turning her to look at Francine. "Look at that smile, it hasn't left since we arid here."

I caress her cheek with the back of my fingers.

"Tell me what your initial thought was when you saw a person sitting there dressed like that; before you recognized her as Francine."

"I wanted to rip that tee off her and ravage her."

"Rose, you're not alone, most have, as they walk past, and Francine is thinking the same. Suffice it to say, she's getting hornier the longer she sits there." My finger under her chin, I again turn her to look at me. "You got horny seeing her, just like everyone else, you only stopped because you know her, otherwise you'd have gone about your day, but would have mentally fantasized about ravishing her like everyone else. How many people are going to have orgasms this day thinking about Francine?"

I place my hand on her knee.

"I know you're relatively aroused also, but not enough to join her; before today this would have been adequate foreplay for you both, you'd go with Francine and have a decent orgasm, maybe two. Trust me; I'm going to change your paradigm on your personal sexual perception today." Rose's body is much more relaxed than when she first sat.

I pause, gaze into her eyes, she appears like she's waiting for me to kiss her.

"Rose, sexual fulfilment isn't stimulating erogenous zones with foreplay, then vaginal friction, clitoral or g spot playful vexation to culminate in an orgasm. Sexual fulfillment should be the stimulation of all of one's senses, physiological and psychological, with the elevation of one's mind, body and soul all being satisfactorily stimulated, amplified to a point of unbelievable pleasure, an explosion of sensations resulting in total euphoric bliss." I gingerly caress her check with my fingers, flowing to her chin, down her center to her collarbone, my fingers under her blouse my nails graze the edge of her bra. I sense a slight shift already in her demeanor, my fingers, testing her response, glide to the other side following the edge of her bra.

"Follow my guidance and I will enhance your sexual experiences to that euphoric state." I peer into Rose's eyes, with the same deep hypnotic voice. "Does that interest you?"

I can see the lust in her gorgeous brown eyes. her inhibitions have diminished, I could take her to the washroom and have a quickie, giving her the satisfaction she currently craves; but my ambition is to shift her sexuality comprehension.

Rose murmurs, "Uh huh" nodding her head.

"There's a washroom right over there, go there now, remove your bra and panties, and bring me a sample of your secretions, 2 pussy-soaked fingers; but do not masturbate." Rose doesn't hesitate she rises and leaves.

Francine has a concerned expression when Rose departs, the first time that beaming smile has evaporated. I suspect she has been envisioning an intense threesome. I simply smile and wink, blowing her a kiss.

Rose returns and sits next to me; Francine is elated again.

"Pass me your bra, make sure Francine's watching."

Rose removes the bra from her purse and tries to discreetly pass it to me. I hold the bright red bra with black lace trim high in front of me, for all to see. Rose turns beet red in embarrassment.

"Nobody here knows us, and that little gesture arouses Francine, and possibly a few others, if it not you." I ball up the bra, "now your panties." I take her red lacy garment also trimmed with frilly black edge and hold it to my nose, close my eyes, inhale loudly tipping my head back to overexaggerate the salacious event.

"Your arousal is elevating, isn't it?" I flip the flimsy fabric across her face.

Rose blushes; "Look at Francine, see her lust, she's craving you, flash her, she knows your bare now, it's your turn to tease her."

I smile "Now your fingers," I hold Rose's wrist as she presents her glistening digits. Maintaining eye contact with Francine, I sniff Rose's digits, then make a big production flicking my tongue between Roses fingers, the universal suggestion for pussy licking, then I suck them profusely. "Bet you want to put them back in your cunt, don't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Well don't, grab the bench beside your legs." I kiss her earlobe, my hot breath in her ear.

"Rose, your flavor is delicious, are you desiring to participate in Francine's porn production later today?"

"Yes, I would love to."

"Slouch down slightly, hike up your skirt a bit, widen your knees, let Francine gaze at your pretty pussy. Let her know you're ready." I undo 2 buttons on her blouse, "exciting, isn't it? Teasing others, arouses both." I run my knuckles over her exposed cleavage. "Gawd Rose your tits are stunning, I can't wait to see you naked." I undo another, leaving the lowest done up, I open the blouse so it's just covering her areoles. I put my mouth to rose's ear. "I got a peek, your large dark areoles are enthralling, and those big brown nipples so enticing; mmnngghh, I want to roll them between my teeth. They're extremely sensitive aren't they, bet they love to be suckled as your clitoris is teased."

Rose turns her head to me, her eyes filled with lust, her breathing has changed her large nipples erect, she gently bites her lower lip.

"Oh, gawd Liam, I'm so frikkin horny."

"You're actually quite audacious too Rose, you're enjoying this uninhibited display of eroticism too, aren't you?"

"MMmm, hmmm, very much." Her knuckles are turning white clutching the bench.

"Ok, then here's what's next; you need to go to Francine, stand at the end of the bench, don't touch her, whisper sweet sexy things in her ear, let her left-hand starts at her knee and raises her skirt as my fingers glide up her smooth soft flesh of inner thigh until my thumb edges her lips. My right hand holds the hem down so passerby's might know what's going on, but the carnal caressing is hidden from view.

I nearly gasp at the size, and fleshy plumpness of her labia; Rose moans as I squeeze one and give it a tug. I trace my fingers between her sopping flaps, my thumb circles her clit and when my forefinger arrives at the sensitive kernel, I give the tiny nub a gentle pinch.

No doubt both these women are escalated to the brink, both emotionally and physically; they would be in throes of orgasm in mere moments if we weren't in public; and possibly enough that might not matter. I intend to keep them there, not as torture, but for their ultimate upcoming pleasure.

I remove my hand from her genitals.

"After you've expressed your state of arousal, ask her to finger you... but... you are not to climax. Have her indicate to me how aroused you are by signaling with knee taps, the more taps the hornier you are." I hold her hand, kiss her cheek "Then, tell her to communicate silently to let me how horny she is."

Rose crosses to Francine, leans, whispers in Francine's ear. I can tell by her expression Rose is elevating Francine's excitement. Francine with a wicked smirk peers at me and her right hand moves discreetly under her left arm, which offers some cover, Francine's hand goes under Rose's skirt. Rose bends her knees slightly, grasps the back and armrest of the bench.

I know what's going on, but their lewd action is quite well hidden. Francine begins tapping her knees; her knee wagging gets wider, slower, she uses her hand to hold the silk scarf in place as her knee action has it above her hips. she bites her lower lip. Francine's not just teasing me and those passing by, with her uninhibited pussy flashing, she is nearly out of control, her fingers pinch her nipple through the flimsy torn cotton tee, as she licks her lips seductively. Rose's head falls forward her eyes close; I need to intervene before we get arrested.

I hold up my hand for Francine to stop, I hurriedly stride across the aisle to them. I stand beside Rose, my fingers cover her bum cheek, I whisper, "did you cum?" Rose emits a barely audible sigh, shaking her head, her eyes still closed.

"Does Francine have her fingers in you right now." I lift the back of her skirt and as I move to check from behind.

I get a murmur response, "Thhuummb." At the same time, I get a hands-on perspective.

I clutch Francine's forearm, pushing it down. "Stop, remember it's about the journey not the destination. If she climaxes now, I leave." Glaring menacingly at Francine.

Again, I risk losing what's likely to be a tremendous threesome and porn party.

Rose opens her eyes, loudly exhaling, turns to me, pleading, "No, mere seconds more puuleeeze; I'm on the cusp."

"Good," I respond, as I wet my forefinger where Francine's thumb was and bring her juice to smear on her bung hole, with a forceful push I pass her tight sphincter.