Note: This chapter is a continuation of a short series with multiple characters. Some context may be missing if you have not read the previous entries.
Disclaimer: All characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older. Within this series there will be interactions between family members that will border, if not cross over into, the taboo category.
Whilst I'm not setting out to write a story with this as the main focus, I want to give a warning to anyone who may be offended/upset by that. If that's the case, you may want to give these stories a miss.
Chapter 4 - Renee
Renee sat at her desk, alone in her office, massaging her temples. She took a moment to savour the isolation, now knowing how rare these instances were.
Now three weeks into her new role at FSU, she had expected that she would have gotten used to the new realities of her daily life. However, Renee was discovering with each passing day that she had been woefully unprepared for this job.
On her first day in front of her class, Renee had thought that she was going to faint from embarrassment. Her male students openly ogled her in a way that no one had ever dared to do before, and Renee even found herself becoming distracted by the girls in her class. Attempting to gain the focus and respect of a classroom whilst standing naked and exposed before them had proved to be an immense challenge.
But this wasn't what was causing Renee the most difficulty. Commanding a classroom full of distracted students was something she had great experience in doing. Sure, the circumstances were absurdly different, but at its core the issue remained relatively unchanged. What Renee was not experienced in however, was managing her own physical and mental reaction to her new circumstances.
Renee found herself in a near-constant, dizzying state of arousal. Even a casual glance from a new face was enough to spike her heart rate and make her legs tremble. Until a couple of months ago, Renee could have counted on one hand the number of men who had seen her naked. The realisation that this number was now into the hundreds filled her with a giddy, almost nauseous energy and she found herself longing for the next moment that she was asked to present.
This newfound desire to exhibit herself had already led her into some compromising, unexpected and even regrettable situations. And it had all started just a few weeks before she had begun her post.
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Not long before she had relocated out to the FSU campus, and not long after her encounter with her colleague Darren Ward at school after hours, Renne had received a message from him. Before even reading the text, her heart had started beating rapidly, her palms perspiring.
After their previous encounter, Renee had not heard from Darren for some time. Having barely slept that night after arriving home, she had dreaded going into work the next day, wondering who he would have told, wondering if she had just made the stupidest mistake of her life.
But when she had bumped into Darren that morning, he greeted her courteously and professionally. Apart from a slight wink, he gave no indication that their circumstances had changed. Likewise, nothing in the behaviour of her other colleagues indicated any change.
And so, Renee had continued about her business, a sense of normalcy slowly returning. She notified the principle of her intent to not renew her contract but made up an excuse about planning to take time to travel, not wanting word of her new employment to spread around the school. Then, as the final week of term drew to a close, Renee had received Darren's message.
"I hope you've kept your word Ms Miller," the message began, as Renee looked down at her screen barely breathing. "I told you not to touch that slippery gash of yours until I saw you next. And lucky for you, your wait is over."
Renee felt her hands start to shake as she stared down at his message. She hadn't forgotten their last conversation, the words Darren had said to her as she knelt down naked in front of him outside of her office. And true to her word, she had not touched herself. At first, she had found this incredibly difficult, but as the days had passed, Renee realised that there was an unexpected pleasure to be found in this strange form of denial.
Her days were spent in a near constant state of simmering arousal and keeping this secret to herself had felt almost intoxicating. After the first few days, she had almost forgotten that she was doing this out of some sense of obligation and it became almost a personal challenge for her, seeing how long she could last.
She felt the familiar throbbing ache between her legs as she was reminded of how long she had gone without relief. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she typed out her reply.
"I haven't touched myself. I promise."
Seeing those diminutive words on the screen in front of her sent a ripple of excitement and shame through Renee. She realised that she was putting a large amount of trust in the hands of man who was known for bragging about his conquests, and the risk associated with this filled her arousal.
"Good girl," came Darren's immediate reply. "Tomorrow morning at 7am, you're going to meet me at the carpark next to Dixon Beach. Wear a bikini and nothing else. Don't be late. Understood?"
Renee hadn't been sure what exactly she was expecting from Darren, but it hadn't been this. Feeling a strange sense of unease, she confirmed with him that she would be on time, dressed as instructed.
Dixon Beach was a small cove, only about a half hour drive from where Renee lived. It was relatively well known, but not popular, given that the majority of the beach was occupied by rocky outcrops leaving only a small stretch of sand. Only a half a kilometre down the road, around the outcropping headland, sat the far larger and wider main beach, whose popularity led to Dixon Beach being mostly abandoned.
Renee barely slept that night, tossing and turning, trying to imagine what was waiting in store for her in the morning. Finally dragging herself from her bed, she showered and dressed in her modest bikini, the only set she had at hand. Pulling on a t-shirt and shorts over her beachwear, she stepped out into the early morning dawn light and got into her car.
