Julie was a natural 27-year-old beauty with long legs, apple sized tits, a flat stomach and a tight little ass. Julie was the type of gal who would turn every eye along the sidewalk as her sexy heart-shaped butt sashayed down the concrete catwalk. Best of all, Julie was a secret exhibitionist.
The lovely thing about Julie was that she came across as the totally good girl next-door type. Julie always had a ready smile and a happy disposition that lit up any room. While Julie's elegantly shaped young body did radiate a naturally sexy glow, almost nobody would have imagined the torrents of wickedly explicit sexual energy that was hidden behind her charming personality.
Julie still had her sights out to find a Mr. Right. Nonetheless, every 3 or 4 months something would happen to her newfound relationship that always seemed to end up in frustration and disappointment. Most of the guys Julie dated were rather conventional in the bedroom and unfortunately she never seemed able to effective communicate some of her secret sexual desires to those straight-laced men.
Julie and I first started out as friends, but over the course of a few months we started playfully crossing over the line. We had great conversations about everything regarding life, friendships, art, books, and of course some fired-up discussions about the various sexual desires between men and women.
I guess my free-spirited, open-minded attitude about life allowed Julie to feel comfortable in finally revealing some of her pent-up exhibitionist fantasies to me. It soon became obvious that Julie processed a truly awesome exhibitionist spirit that was mostly locked away from the outside world.
Wow, a little bit of knowledge can be a powerful thing. Julie was now giving me the key to play the bad boy so that she could play out her role of being a very naughty girl. Julie had chosen the right guy to play the bad boy part, now it was up to my creatively wicked mind to launch this secret exhibitionist into the skies!
So one evening my "bad boy" mind came up with a very provocative idea. With a bit of boldness, I wickedly commented to Julie that I wanted to show off her sexy naked butt to some other people as her asshole performed an orgasmic dance during the peak of her orgasm. Julie momentarily looked a bit stunned. Holy fuck, I kind of wondered if Julie's exhibitionist spirit was really prepared for such a mind-blowing proposal.
So let me just state here for the record that one of the most truly erotic scenes that a guy can ever witness is the unbridled spasm of a woman's asshole during the peak of her orgasmic release. Now most women have their most "powerful" orgasms when positioned on top of the guy, since this allows them more control over the speed, angle and tempo of the penis pounding into their fired-up pussy. The more powerful the woman's orgasm the more provocatively her sexy asshole will dance and spasm. It really is a fuckingly erotic display, which is beautifully framed between their sexy butt cheeks. In my opinion it is one of the sexiest shows on earth!
Julie was initially blown away with my wicked suggestion, but the crazy idea played into some of her naughty exhibitionist fantasies. Since she knew I was not bluffing she took the bait with two conditions. First the guy was not to know of the possible setup, but rather things should evolve naturally as if everything was happening by accident. In this way we could stop the action at any point without anyone losing face. Second, Julie wanted to select someone we both knew. Both of these conditions were fine with me.
After tossing around a bunch of names, we finally decided upon our mutual friend named Jim who was currently in the process of getting a nasty divorce. Jim was the perfect candidate because he was not the brightest guy in the world and therefore would be rather clueless about any setup that we might plan. Thus Julie and I would be able to adjust or even abandon any plan as it unfolded without Jim being any the wiser.
A week later I invited Jim over for the evening to have some drinks at my house. After cracking open a couple of beers, Jim and I settled into the living room to continue the conversation that we had been having about his recent divorce. Jim sat in the recliner chair across the living room from me as I sat on the couch. Julie meanwhile was in the kitchen chatting on the phone with a friend.
Jim spilled out all the problems he was having with his ex-wife as they fought over custody of their two kids. It sounded damn messy! After about 20 minutes of rather depressing conversation, my cell phone started beeping up a storm. Of course this was my first setup towards my wicked plan. I apologized to Jim for breaking our conversation, as I proceeded to look at the incoming text message. My eyes scanned the screen as I uttered in a very annoyed voice "damn it."
Jim inquired what was the problem upon seeing that I was a bit perplexed having read whatever was on my cell phone screen. In a slightly frustrated voice I started to describe Julie's monthly hormone cycle that we had been mapping out recently. I told Jim that by mapping out Julie's hormonal rhythm accurately we could safely avoid using birth control. At least that was the hope. But one of the key elements of the mapping process was that we had to take her body temperature 3 times a week at roughly the same time each of those evenings. I told Jim that I had setup my cell phone to alert me so that I would not forget the temperature reading schedule, otherwise our whole monthly hormonal charting would get thrown off.
Jim was still digesting this information as I called out to Julie. Julie walked into the living room to find out what was up. In a somewhat impatient tone of voice, I told Julie that she needed her body temperature recorded within the next hour for her hormonal mapping chart. Julie looked a little startled. Without skipping a beat and with a little discreet wink to Julie I told her to get the thermometer and some lotion. Julie bit her lip slightly in hesitation before turning her jean-clad butt towards the bathroom to retrieve the items.
I then continue to explain to Jim that the whole importance of this body temperature reading had to be done with the upmost accuracy. Part of the process of obtaining good results was that we had to take 2 separate temperature readings over a 30-minute period of time and then average the results. Since I did not want to disappear into the bedroom for 30 minutes to get Julie's temperature reading, I decided I would do it here in the living room if that were OK with him. Jim's head nodded in agreement but I could tell he was a little perplexed about whatever I was talking about. So far so good...