My husband and I have opened up our marriage, and I've been having a lot of fun with my dates. He seems to have just the one, and doesn't even seem to see her that often. He likes living vicariously through me and my adventures though, and recently talked me in to get my nipples pierced. I've been breaking it to my dates when I talk to them - everybody likes my tits, but they're going to have to be gentle with them for a few months.
I called one of my dates, Darren, who I'd met on Tinder, as I hadn't spoken to him for a little while.
It rang a couple of times, and I was about to hang up when it went through to voicemail, but it was Darren.
"Hey," he said.
"I have something to show you," I said.
"Oh really?" he asked.
"Dave convinced me to get my nipples pierced."
"Oh that sounds interesting," he said. "Any chance of a sneak peek?"
"Give me a few minutes, OK?"
I hung up and headed to the bathroom. On the way, I pulled my T-shirt off, and unhooked my bra. When I was through the door, I took my bra off, catching the little make up remover cloth circles, that, happily, were still dry, and stood in front of the mirror. I took a picture, from my neck down, of just my tits, then texted it to Darren.
I put my bra back on, tucking the cloth circles back over my nipples to protect the bra from any discharge, and was just getting my T-shirt back on when the phone rang.
"Hi again," I said to Darren.
"Those look great," he said. "I'd love to take some pictures, if you're up for it."
"Well," I said, "I didn't want to go and do anything that could hurt these - they still ache a little."
"How about here?" he asked.
Here. His place. We'd fucked, multiple times, but I'd never been to his home.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure," he said. "I'll text you the address. I also have a gift that I'd like to see you in."
"That sounds intriguing," I said.
Lingerie, I thought, I bet it's sleazy lingerie. Well, I like sleazy lingerie too.
"I'll send you the address. See you when you get here."
"Wait," I said, "what should I wear?"
"Sexy underwear," he said.
"But over that?"
"Doesn't matter, you won't be wearing it long."
"Uh huh. Can I bring a memory card and get a copy of the pictures?"
"You can have the pictures," he said, "I just like taking them. Plus I don't want you thinking I'm showing them to anybody or anything."
That sounded great. I started to head to the bedroom to get changed.
"I'll see you in about an hour," I said.
"I look forward to it," he said, hanging up.
In the bedroom, I stripped off again, and dumped my clothes in the laundry hamper. I headed over to the underwear drawer, where I found some nice, white lacy panties and a matching bra. I tucked my little cloth circles in the cups once it was on, and pulled the panties up my legs. They weren't tiny, but I thought they looked nice. They also didn't cut in to me or anything, so there were no obvious lines, even though I find the lace a little scratchy at times.
I wasn't going to be dressed long, so I dug out my white tennis skirt and a wrap around top, finishing off the look with some white high heels.
I dropped my phone in my bag, and went via the office to pick up a micro SD card from one of the GoPros, before heading out to the garage.
Darren didn't live very far away - I knew the street, so it was just a matter of identifying his place. It was a condo / townhouse complex, and I parked in the visitors' area and checked the map for where his unit was. I was early, so I didn't rush, but he had a nice townhouse not far from the pool. It was quiet - I didn't see or hear anybody else. I'd walked past what looked like a gym, too, which made sense as, despite being a bit older than me, he's in great shape.
Anyway, I knocked on the door, and he quickly opened it. I wondered if he'd been anxiously watching the parking lot, but when he ushered me in, I figured it was because his main living room is right by the front door.
He looked great, in shorts and a partly buttoned up shirt and gave me a hug and a long, passionate kiss that quite took my breath away.
When we came up for air, I took a look around. The interior decor was nice enough. Very sparse and masculine.
"It's nice to see you too," I said. "You have a nice place."
"Thanks," he said, grinning, and went and picked his camera up from the coffee table. "Shall we begin? I know you don't have that long."
"Oh," I said, fiddling in my purse, "here's my memory card."
He reached out and took the card from me, putting it into an SD adapter before putting it back in the camera. He left his SD card on the table.
"Let me get a picture of you dressed, by the front door."
He took a couple of pictures of me, and I posed a little self consciously.
"Oh, can I get a couple of upskirts, seeing as you're wearing that little thing?"
I nodded, and turned away and bent over a little, and when he lay on the ground, I came and stood over him so he could really shoot up my skirt.
He sat up, and took pictures as I unbuttoned my skirt, letting it slide down my legs to the ground. It didn't take long to unwrap my top, leaving me in just my underwear and heels.
He watched, eagerly, as I unhooked my bra, and came in close as I took it off, exposing my newly pierced nipples to him for the first time.
Holding the camera in one hand, he reached out and stroked them gently for a while. Normally they'd stiffen, but since the piercing they seem to always be stiff, meaning I'm always aware of them. And always a little turned on. I've read that I'll get used to that, but I'm not sure that I want to... I kind of like being a little turned on all the time.
"Do they still hurt a lot?"
"Not much," I said, "but I'm being careful."
He took a couple of close up pictures of my nipples, then I dropped my panties down my legs as he backed away, taking pictures the whole time.
After I was done with my silly poses, he lowered his camera.
"Let me go and get your gift," he said over his shoulder as he went to the open plan kitchen. There was a little bag on the counter, and he snatched it up and brought it over to me.
"Thanks," I said, "I think."
I opened the bag, and inside was some sleazy lingerie.
"It's a bikini," he said, excitedly. "I can't wait to see you in it."
I took the two tiny little red items out, and looked at him doubtfully. The bottoms were a tiny little elongated triangle, with straps that joined in a little triangle at the back. Nothing in the triangle, other than air. The top was like a couple of small triangles with straps.
"Go ahead," he said, excitedly, "try them on!"
I fiddled with the bottoms, and, still wearing my heels, stepped in to them and slid them up my legs. I spent a little time settling the thong over my pussy, but it didn't cover all my pubic hair. I made a face at Darren, then tried the top. I pulled it over my head, tied the neck strap and tucked my tits in. It was a little tight, which meant they were pushed together, and were spilling out under and over and around it. You could easily see the balls on my nipple piercings against the cloth.
Darren took some pictures.
I thought I looked a little ridiculous with white heels, so I stepped out of them.
"I like the shoes," he said.
"Right, but I don't want to hurt your floor."
"So the light in here sucks. We should go outside."
"Yeah, no."
"Oh come on, I've seen you outdoors in less," he grinned at me.
"I think I need to shave a little in that case," I said, pointing down at my landing strip.
"Allow me," he said.
He put the camera down and headed towards the back of the house, and I followed him. We went into the bathroom, and he collected his razor and some foam from a counter under a big mirror.
He knelt down in front of me, and pulled the red thong down to my thighs. He sprayed some foam in his hand, and rubbed it across the top of my landing strip. He put his thumb over the bottom, and swiped his razor across the top, leaving me with a tiny little patch of hair, maybe the size of a quarter.
He put the razor and foam back on the counter and got a wash cloth, wet it and wiped my front clean.
He put that in the sink, then turned back and pulled the thong up. He arranged it at the front, and turned me around, adjusting the straps a little higher. Looking down, all my hair was now covered. All like six of them.
"Let's go to the pool," he said. "You can wear your shoes."
"Can I borrow a robe?" I asked.
"There's nobody around, they're all either at work, or out shopping."
"Uh huh," I said, following him towards the front of the house.
He opened the front door, and held it for me.
"The light's usually good by the pool," he said as I shuffled past him.
He led me towards the pool, and I followed along mostly on tiptoes so as to not have the loud clicking of the heels on the concrete.
He was right, there wasn't anybody about, and he waved me over towards a sun lounger. I sat on the edge and turned and leaned back.
He took pictures of me lying there on my back, and had me open my legs a little. He told me to put my arms above my head, which made the little top tighter over my tits - I could feel my piercings pushing in to my tits more like that.
He suggested I sit cross legged on the chair part, and I was just taking my shoes off when a girl appeared. I'd guess she was early 20s or so, and had small tits and not a lot of shape around her hips. She was sort of tomboyish, with short hair, and was wearing a practical looking one piece and sandals. As she walked past, I saw her suit didn't go far up at the leg cutouts, but was almost totally backless from the waist up. If her hair had been longer, you'd have thought she was topless from behind. She had a lovely tight bum.
