Our text messaging continued, with me jacking off and Kerry telling me where and how she might strip me. Usually as a prelude to her coming over to my flat, so that I was nice and horny for her arrival; but occasionally to break up a boring meeting I might be sitting in, or to get me randy so I'd go pick her up someplace naked.
It took almost three months for Kerry and Fiona to get together and sort out a date, and it finally happened in Edinburgh city centre, on a warm Tuesday evening in early July. Kerry would meet Fiona from work and they'd eat in Pizza Hut. After my work, I'd drive back from Glasgow and pick Kerry up. Fiona would either catch the bus home or we'd give her a lift, depending on how she felt and whether or not she was meeting her boyfriend.
By 7.30pm I had reached the outskirts of Edinburgh and phoned Kerry to find out where we were going to meet, and when. They had finished their meal and were sitting in a pub on Rose Street, a pedestrian street that forms a busy part of Edinburgh's night life. I told Kerry I'd be about half an hour, and asked if there were any last minute instructions. She said Fiona would be catching the bus at 9.15pm and wouldn't need a lift, and that I was to meet them in the pub.
So, Fiona hadn't backed out then.
The bar wasn't busy, being filled mostly with after-workers. I found Kerry and Fiona in a booth in the basement, both pleasantly merry and drinking alco-pops. "There he is!" shouted Kerry when she spied me on the stairs.
Kerry can get very raucous and unpredictable when she's had a drink, and Fiona is far from inhibited once she's comfortable in your company. I was already nervous about the whole thing, not knowing exactly what they had in mind. Their present demeanor did nothing to calm my nerves. I hadn't anticipated them drinking and suddenly felt my nervousness begin to slip towards plain scared. They started chanting "Strip. Strip. Strip." in a low whisper, as I slid onto the bench, and I told them to bugger off.
I declined an offer of a drink using the excuse that I was driving. "So what's the plan?" I asked them.
"You're gonna strip for us. Remember?" said Kerry with a beaming grin.
"Or are you a chicken?" asked Fiona.
"So, now what? You sneak me into the ladies and I'll strip in a cubicle?" I offered.
"That's too easy, darling. If you were gonna strip in the toilets you'd at least have to strip at the sinks."
"No way!"
"I thought you were gonna strip outside?" interrupted Fiona.
"Ok. Where?" I didn't like the way this was going. Jacking off to text messages and stripping in the woods is one thing. Getting myself arrested is another.
"Why not just nip round the back?" offered Fiona.
"Don't you think its a bit early?" I protested.
"I suppose."
"Well let's go see, anyway." said Kerry hopefully. She didn't want to disappoint Fiona, and intended to follow through on her promise.
Running behind Rose Street are a series of small lanes that provide access to the rear of the shops on Rose Street and the larger Princes Street and George Street. They form little loops and go nowhere, and so are usually empty; except at weekends when they serve as toilets for Edinburgh's night life, or a quiet place for a drunken fuck.
This lane was only sporadically lit. The many door recesses and dustbins provided a little comfort. It was better than a bare alleyway, but only just. We walked a few hundred yards down the lane, stopping at a large double door recessed about six foot into the wall. I knew if anything was going to happen it would happen here; so we loitered.
Kerry looked at her watch. "Well, come on then." she prompted, holding out her hand.
"What, here?" I looked from Kerry to Fiona. Fiona looked away, perhaps a little embarrassed; pretending to check the ends of the lane. No-one was coming.
"Give us your clothes." Demanded Kerry, "Hurry up. Fiona's got a bus to catch."
"Look, it's okay. It's too dangerous." Said Fiona.
"No. He's gonna strip. That's what we agreed. Come on."
I took off my jacket and handed it to Kerry. She stuffed it into a large carrier bag that she'd fished from her pocket. She'd come prepared. I took off my t'shirt, looking both ways and backing into the door recess. Fiona was still looking the other way, leaving Kerry to negotiate my nudity, and somehow this helped me find the courage to remove my jogging bottoms. This left me naked except for my trainers.
Instinctively I covered my crotch, feeling awkward but trying to affect a air of confidence. Fiona would later tell me that I had looked terrified. Inside the adrenaline was pumping and my stomach was knotted with anxiety, and maybe excitement. My senses, heightened by my nudity, were doing overtime. I was acutely aware of how busy it really was, and that it hadn't begun to get dark yet.
The girls stood watching me for a few moments, and for my part, I fought hard to keep my arms at my sides. They were grinning widely at my little show.
"Come on. Let's see you properly. You're still hiding." Said Kerry. I was mostly concealed within the door recess, and they wanted me to step out into the lane. But if I was standing in the lane and someone rounded either corner, they couldn't miss me, and my clothes were already stuffed into Kerry's bag.
I stepped cautiously away from my cover and posed for them in the open. Kerry walked circles around me, trailing her hand over my bare skin. "He's all nekid!" She squeilled in delight. Fiona nodded her agreement, as if impressed that Kerry had actually got me to strip.
Kerry's hand trailed up and across my chest. She rolled round and snuggled into my back, playing with my nipples with both hands. "Shall I get him hard?" she asked Fiona.
"We've got to go, Kerry." replied Fiona as she glanced quickly at her watch.
Kerry came back round, her wandering hands coming to rest on my cock. She cupped my balls and leant in for a kiss; then grabbed them and pulled. "Come on then." she threatened, digging her nails into my sack, "We're going for a walk."
