Nact Nacht: Alice's Awaening

Nackt Nacht: Alice's Awakening

Author's Note: This is my first submission to Literotica. I have included some elements that foreshadow possible stories should this develop into a series. Any suggestions and comments are welcome.

In this world, all characters are 18 or older. There are no unplanned pregnancies. STDs don't exist.

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Alice studied her naked body in the full-length mirror mounted on her bedroom door. It's her birthday, 37, should that matter. She decided it didn't. She liked her curves and was glad she was neither as petite as a gymnast nor as hard and lean as track and field athletes. Persons wishing to be inoffensive might think "big-boned," but Alice liked "rubenesque." Somehow that sounded to her more dignified and artistically flattering than the sexual implications of "voluptuous" or the euphemistic "plus size" (which she doesn't think she is). She felt her curvy proportions were just right, not too top or bottom-heavy with a distinct waist that gave her a classic hourglass shape. She's a woman who was all there, not a stick figure fashion runway waif.

Cupping her heavy breasts, she palmed her pink areolas, then flicked and rolled her sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger coaxing them to swell. She pinched and stretched them lifting her breasts then letting them drop. With a satisfying jiggly bounce, they settled without sagging. They were pleasantly full, soft, and firm. She ran her hands down over her stomach, past her waist to her hips, and around to her plump derrière. Swiveling slightly left and sucking in her stomach, she observed herself in profile. Her belly didn't pooch out, much. Alice looked down the valley between her breasts. She could see the tuft of dark pubic hair at the top of her mons and the little dented curve that hinted at the cleft below.

She reached down and twirled her fingers in the thick patch of pubic hair that covered the folds of her sex. Having started things off by stimulating her nipples, she gave a little tug of her pubic hair and gently stretched her labia, tightening them around her hidden clit. With a shallow sharp intake of breath, the resulting tingly sensation between her legs sealed the deal. She crossed to her bed, pushed the pillows and blankets aside, and sat on the edge. Her left leg was up, her foot on the bed, and her right leg hung over the edge. She stuffed a pillow behind her shoulders and settled back against the headboard. Closing her eyes, she invoked a favorite fantasy: riding the tube and wantonly exposing herself and masturbating for the enjoyment of the passengers seated across from her. She gently circled her fingertips in the coarse hair covering her mons, dipping to tease her outer lips apart. She spread her slick honey caressing herself ever lower and closer to her opening.

"When will he put down his paper and see me? Exposed," goes the familiar narrative in her head. With a rattle of the paper, he reached to turn a page. The corner escaped him. He looked up to catch it and saw her blatantly spreading her hairy pussy to his view, her glistening pink lips protruding slightly between her fingers. Smiling with appreciation, he looked into her eyes. He folded and dropped the paper to the seat beside him then shifted his gaze to focus between her legs. Turning toward him a bit, she opened her legs wider. She felt her moistening lips opening to expose the darker fleshy edges of her labia. "Watch me," she breathlessly whispered. Alice slid two fingers onto each side of the apex of flesh concealing her clit then spread the lips to gain access to her swelling button. Her middle finger slid along her slit to her clit and pressing she pulled back the little hood completely exposing her sensitive little pink nub to him. He adjusted his tumescent member to a more comfortable position. With her middle finger, she spread her juices up and down and into the slit between her lips, rhythmically brushing her fingertip against her slick pink clit. She switched to all four fingers together and vigorously rubbed herself in small circles, pressing harder as she began to drip the fluids of her arousal.

One finger, then two slip into her depths and curl to nudge against her G-spot. She heard the wet chuff-chuff-chuff slaps of her palm against her mons as she rhythmically probed into her sex. As her fingering became insistent, she felt the tickle of the drips as her juices trickled toward her ass, a wet spot darkened the sheets. The tingling built in her body as her muscles pulsed and tensed and her nipples demanded attention. Rolling, pulling, and pinching one nipple, she kept fingering herself. At the perfect moment, in her head, she heard him say "Cum for me." She arched her back, clinched her fingers tight against her pubic bone, gripped into her vagina, and shuddered as waves of pleasure rippled through her tensed body.

She opened her eyes and exhaled with a quiet breathy moan not conscious of when, instead of rapid shallow pants, she had started holding her breath. But no one else was there in her bedroom. And that was Alice's dilemma. She was shy with little confidence. She felt invisible; she had assured herself no one looked at her. Alice was never bouncy or ever had a cute perky popular attention-grabbing nickname like Misty or Buffy in some trophy girl clique. She convinced herself that, in reality, no man had ever had to adjust himself in his pants while looking at her.

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Liz had called last week, "I have a plan for your birthday. I'll be there before spin class." Alice was both nervous and excited about this declaration. Liz was beautiful, blond, and exuberant—the stereotypical sexy gymnast type. In fact, competition was what Liz had done all through school, quitting only when she severely injured her knee and then developed a top-heavy physique that attracted too much of the wrong attention. When Alice and Liz grew up together in the same neighborhood, they had a game of challenging each other, either by making a promise or proposing a dare. Calls from Liz announcing such plans were often trouble, like the one after college graduation where Liz just announced, "I promise to get you laid!" They ended up at an end-of-term frat party. It wasn't that Alice was particularly submissive but, there was a part of her that liked getting into trouble when Liz challenged her. "After spin class, we'll have a spa day, I promise" sounded OK. But... What? Maybe?

Alice answered the doorbell and stepped back as Liz burst in and put several bags on the coffee table. Alice was ready for spin class in her usual loose sweats. Liz took one look and exclaimed "No, not on your birthday! Here, let's get today started right. Off with those sweats!" With her best coach voice, Liz enthusiastically encouraged Alice, "Come on!"

Alice sheepishly pushed down her baggy drawers revealing white cotton granny panties. Liz glanced over and stared at the darker shadow and some stray hairs peeking out between Alice's legs along the gusset of those panties. "You've got to be kidding me?! I've got you a whole new outfit. You can't go full bush. Come on!" Liz had obviously planned ahead and took several items from one of the bags she'd brought: a small black box, a package of new razors, some shaving cream, and bottles of various potions. Alice was miffed that Liz knew her so well as to be prepared for this contingency and saw the other sacks held even more unknown stuff. "What else?" she wondered.

"Get rid of those and hop up on the cabinet next to the sink. Lift your legs, grab your ankles, and let's get this done." Liz opened the black box revealing a wet-dry battery-operated shaver that buzzed discreetly when she clicked it on. She stroked it across Alice's sex removing the thick hair in clumps. As much as she was embarrassed, with her legs splayed open for her friend, the shaver's vibrations felt good. For a second time, Alice started to get wet and her nipples were getting hard again as the sensations in her groin went to her head. Liz snapped off the razor and turned on the hot water. She soaked a washcloth and draped it over Alice's vulva to soften the remaining stubble.

Alice leaned against the cold mirror above the sink, closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths to try to calm herself. The wet heat against her flesh was more than distracting. Alice had scant experience with girls but felt that Liz was deliberately taking liberties to tease her. Liz rubbed Alice's pubic area with an intimate scrub, gently massaging Alice's entire area from mons to sphincter. She remoistened the hot towel and gently wiped Alice, the strokes not doing anything to dampen her mounting arousal. Liz rubbed shaving oil on Alice's stubble and began to massage it everywhere between her legs. The pressure and stroking kindled more tingly feelings and fueled her arousal. She felt her vulva begin to pulse involuntarily. She knew Liz could see her darker inner labia and feel how slick she was getting. Liz stopped. "Not now!" whispered the voice in her head. Alice heard the airy squoosh of shave cream being dispensed. Her groin was quickly lathered and with the snicks of short razor strokes, the remaining stubble was removed.

"Scootch down and spread your cheeks. We don't want any strays." Liz used the hot washcloth to wipe the remaining foam from between Alice's legs and Alice felt Liz begin to massage a soothing oil on her now hairless mons, vulva, and bottom. Liz applied gentle pressure just above Alice's pussy and dipped her thumb down to brush across Alice's exposed clit. Liz's other thumb circled just inside Alice's labia and then pushed into her, Liz's fingers pressed back to lubricate and massaged the sphincter below. Alice inhaled sharply as a slippery finger popped into her tight butt. While her clit was gently being flicked, Alice was distracted with her building orgasm and quietly moaned when Liz withdrew her finger. She didn't really hear Liz rustling about in a bag. Liz got her full attention, however, when she felt something solid and cold pressed into her ass. As the taper slowly stretched her protesting opening, Liz leaned in and lustily whispered, "I dare you." And then the plug popped in, firmly seated in and filling Alice's ass.

"Time to get dressed and head out," Liz abruptly exclaimed as she threw Alice a fresh towel. Alice had been close to her release and was frustrated. As she dried herself, she felt how smooth and soft she was and at the same time how bare and exposed. Her ass felt funny, the persistent stretchy pressure and weight felt unusual.

Alice pulled open a drawer and reached for her usual underwear, ready to put on her cycling shorts. "No. These," Liz said, holding out a pair of lavender leggings she had just removed from the package. As Alice pulled the thin stretch fabric up her legs, she realized these were the scrunch bum style with only a slightly thicker thong-shaped seam and gusset that barely extended to cover the front of her cleft, nothing like the thick comfy padding in her usual gear. While they shaped her ass nicely and supported her, these leggings also distinctly separated her cheeks and nestled deep into her crack, pressing noticeably against the plug. Her round buttocks could not be on display more if she were naked. She slipped on a matching yoga bra. With little support and tiny spaghetti straps, Alice felt like she could fall out at any moment.

As she reached in and adjusted herself, she could feel the fabric compress, shape, and secure the girls. Her breasts were rounded mounds that bulged over the top when she pulled the chest band down to cover any potentially exposed underboob. The cloth of the bra was stretched thinly enough that her erect nipples and areola were prominently on display, the slightly darker points puckering the fabric. Her nipples, still hard from the effects of being shaved, stayed that way with Alice's embarrassed?, excited?, thoughts of her impending exhibitionism. Lastly, Alice slipped on the cropped sleeveless tank top Liz handed her; its deep scoop neckline emphasized rather than concealed her decolletage. Ample amounts of flesh and generous cleavage would be exposed as her boobs inevitably jiggled and swayed during the workout. Alice reddened at the thought but resolved to continue Liz's game plan whatever might happen.

As she tied her trainers, Alice glanced at her wall clock. "Shit! We are going to be late!" She missed Liz's sly smirk. Alice liked to arrive early to the class. That way, she always got one of the stationary bikes on the back row, hidden as far away as she could be from the mirrored wall behind the instructor and with nobody behind her. She knew that if they were too late, only bikes in the front row would be available, in full view of those mirrors and everyone behind her. She didn't want to be there, especially not today, but front and center is where she ended up. During stretches and warm-ups, she kept her eyes down, taking only quick glances around her. Yes, there she was prominently in front of the whole coed class, her lavender-clad curves conspicuously on display. Alice knew Liz had done this on purpose and, if she engineered this, what the hell else was Liz planning?

Alice got another surprise when they mounted the bikes. When she sat upright, without the padding of her cycling shorts, the saddle pressed firmly against the butt plug she really hoped was concealed. With the spreader tucked into her ass, each rotation of the pedals caused her pelvis to rock in a way she'd never felt. Every press and wiggle caused little shocks to surge directly to her pussy and brain. When she leaned forward to relieve that pressure a bit she felt the forward horn of the saddle push against her pussy, spreading apart her outer lips and pressing onto her clit. Alice knew she was getting creamy wet and sticky. Her nipples, erect points centered in her puckered areola, signaled her increasing arousal as her breasts bobbed and swayed to the rhythms of the class. She risked looking in the mirror. Sure enough, she caught a guy behind her checking her out. He wasn't watching the instructor; he was focused on her ass as it dipped to each side of the saddle while she peddled. She could feel the sweat soaking the small of her back and dripping down between her breasts. Looking carefully in the mirror, she could also see the dark moist evidence of her arousal between her legs as the bike saddle worked both her ass and pussy. Alice knew exactly what he was looking at. He, too, looked up, smiled sheepishly at having been caught, then lowered his gaze to the display on his bike.

The realization that someone was looking almost sent Alice over an edge she didn't want to cross, not in front of everyone. So, she alternated between sitting up which put rhythmic pressure on the butt plug and leaning forward to rub her clit managing to edge herself, just approaching, but never achieving her release. By the end of the class, she was a sweaty, wet, tingly mess. During the cool down and stretches she held onto the bike seat with one hand, not fully trusting her shaky legs. She was certain the others could both see and smell her arousal. She looked around and noticed a few critical eye rolls in her direction, but also saw several furtive appreciative smiles and winks from both men and women as they stood around making easy chitchat about how good was today's class and "Lunch?" Liz appeared at Alice's side and handed her a pair of cotton drawstring shorts. Embarrassed, Alice slipped them on, effectively hiding the evidence of her arousal, but doing nothing to hide her red face or what she was sure was the distinct aroma of a woman in heat.

Alice showered when they got home. She could hear Liz puttering around in drawers and closets. Alice soaked and washed her bare sex, but just couldn't satisfy her need to cum with Liz right there. She wrapped her hair in a towel and donned a robe. She found Liz laying out another outfit on her bed. Liz picked up a towel and said, "Finish drying, get dressed, and fix your hair while I shower. We've got our ride coming in an hour. It's spa time."

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The limo with darkly tinted windows stopped at an ornate wrought iron gate flanked by two stone pillars. In bas-relief, one pillar had a winged cherub with a horn, the other another winged cherub with a drawn arrow nocked to a bow. A brass plaque with "Nackt Nacht" in raised gothic script was mounted on one pillar. A small stand with a camera and card slot was within reach of the driver. The window separating the driver from the passengers slid noiselessly down. "Mam?" he asked. Liz handed him a black keycard. He slotted the card and passed it back as the gate swung open. The driver pulled through stopping in front of a gatehouse, further access onto the grounds were blocked by an inner gate. A man in full doorman's livery opened Liz's door and then quickly circled the car to open Alice's. Without a word, he escorted the ladies into the gatehouse where they were greeted by a receptionist in a business suit. In bold relief, on the front panel of the reception desk, were the same words "Nackt Nacht." On a concierge desk to one side was a stand with brochures encouraging visitors when vacationing on the Mediterranean coast of Spain to visit their after-hours club on the beach. Liz placed the little black keycard on a scanner.

"Glad to have you back, Ms L. And your guest?"

"A," replied Liz quickly before Alice could respond.

"We already have an 'A' with us today. Is 'Alpha' fine?"

Alice hadn't a clue what all that meant but sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. When Liz said, "That's fine," she looked at Liz and raised her eyebrows, silently questioning the proceedings.

The receptionist produced two bins like those at airport security stations, each containing a pair of sandals. She then placed a bracelet with a small screen that looked like a smartwatch on a pad next to each bin. For each bracelet, she touched a stylus to the scanner screen and then tapped the bracelet. "Please, if you will remove your shoes and any jewelry, rings, necklaces, watches, pins, broaches, belts, anything that isn't your clothing. In addition to these items, you must place your purse and cell phone in the bin. Any buttons or snaps that remain on your person will be inspected. Video or audio recording on the grounds is strictly prohibited. The sandals are for your comfort throughout your visit. Upon request, we can supply trainers for any outdoor activities. Our security is designed to protect your identity and preserve your anonymity. Always wear the bracelet. It is your key to the facilities and services we offer. Secure lockers, keyed to each bracelet, are down the hall to your left. When you enter the locker room, your locker number will appear on the screen of your bracelet. You will store your possessions there during your visit. Finally, to enter the grounds, you must pass through a full body scanner. If you have any piercings or medical inserts, let me know so they can be inspected. Enjoy your visit with us."

"What. The. Fuck!" whispered Alice as she looked wide-eyed at Liz. "It's not just a spa, is it?"

"No," Liz said as she dropped items into the bin.

An electric cart whisked the ladies along the drive toward the main buildings. As the drive curved around, a row of white curtained cabanas with daybeds came into view. Alice gazed in amazement as it looked like one cabana was scandalously occupied. The curtains were all tied back revealing a nude woman writhing languidly, raising, and lowering her gyrating body. She was obviously impaled on the man sprawled beneath her, his hands firmly grasping her breasts. Without breaking rhythm as she rode him, she reached over and took a sip from the straw in a tall, iced Collins glass. She raised the glass over her head and waggled it, signaling she wanted another whereupon a server materialized.