After work I did some shopping then went back to my apartment. I stripped down and spent the rest of the evening wearing nothing but a pair of leopard print satin panties I'd purchased earlier. Compared to the contents of the envelope You'd had delivered to me at work they were really pretty conservative but I felt very comfortable in them. Once again I didn't bother pulling the shades down.
I was getting increasingly frustrated with regard to needing some sexual release. You had instructed me not to play with myself and quite frankly I didn't at that point really have a clue as to where to start. Sure, I'd fiddled with myself when I was a teenager, but I'd never orgasmed, so the whole process was more frustrating still. But feeling the sensation of your stiff cock in my mouth and then the feel and taste as you filled it with your man juice made me long for something stiff and throbbing between my legs, rubbing against me and then entering me, filling me up. I wanted to feel the hot gush of fluid inside me, I wanted your tongue inside my mouth, your hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples.
But all I could do is wait for the next day and anticipate what might transpire. I fell asleep on the sofa and had crazy dreams.
Around two AM I awoke. The complex was hushed and next to no lights burned. It was still quite warm. I felt an incredible urge to take a dip in the pool. Summoning up a little dose of courage I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself and headed out the door, down the hall, out the vestibule and across the lawn to the pool. The lights were all out but I could hear the sound of water gently splashing as someone swam in the dark.
Approaching the gate to the pool I realized that it was a couple having a late night dip. Taking a deep breath I let myself in and then draped the towel over the chain link fence, in the process baring my breasts to air. A couple weeks earlier I'd never have considered standing there wearing nothing but a pair of panties like that. Now I was doing so without even having to be instructed to do so by You. I imagined that You would likely be proud of me. I truly had crossed a great many thresholds.
One by one I traversed the underwater steps at the shallow end of the pool, lowering myself into the tepid water as I did. The sound of the swimmers had subsided somewhat considerably but now I could hear giggling instead. I realized that I'd intruded on a private little interlude and suddenly was a bit embarrassed, both for myself and for them. Dropping down to my shoulders in the water I decided to just keep as low a profile as possible, possibly even just turn tail and leave right away.
However, keeping our distance from each other they and I stayed put for the next fifteen or twenty minutes before they made their way by me just a few feet to my right then climbed the steps out of the pool. In the dim moonlight I could just barely discern that they were both naked and that he was sporting a distinct erection. Once out of the water she grasped his member and led him across the concrete deck toward the gate. They stooped to pick up towels that I'd not noticed on my way in, then disappeared into the thick and humid night air.
Soon after I too exited the water. Feeling emboldened by the couple's brazeness, I peeled off the now soggy panties, squeezed as much water from them as possible, then left them hooked over a fencepost to dry as much as they might given the humidity before wrapping my towel around myself and heading back to my digs. This time I crawled naked into my bed and slept soundly until dawn.
I'd left the envelope in my desk drawer, assuming that we would be getting together at lunch time. Sure enough my phone rang around ten. My heart raced upon hearing your voice at the other end.
"How's my favorite little cunt this morning?"
I have no doubt that I must have turned beet red. I may have bought into You referring to my genitalia as a pussy, but your use of the C word still seemed crude and shocking. At the same time I was delighted to be referred to as your cunt.
"I'm just dandy today. How's my favorite cock?", whispering the second sentence into the mouthpiece.
"Ha Ha! Touche!" was the response. "Your vocabulary is finally begining to expand a little bit."
Continuing to whisper I countered "Yes, your little cocksucker is learning something new every day."
"Indeed. Did you receive the envelope yesterday?"
"Yes, I did. Shall I assume You would like me to wear that today?"
"Exactly."
"Oh well, guess You won't have the opportunity to see the cute little pink panties I bought yesterday."
The response from the other end of the line was a chortle followed by "Another time, another time."
At noon you were outside waiting for me. Sliding into the passenger seat I deliberately let my short beige linen skirt ride clear up to my waist so that you would catch a glimpse of the tiny patch of turquoise fabric.
Once the blanket was spread out at the beach I peeled off my skirt then stood there for a moment in my blouse which still managed to barely cover my crotch before slowly unbuttoning it and then removing the salmon pink satin bra I'd worn and which matched the panties I'd removed in order to don the tiny little triangle of turquoise I then stood in the bright sun wearing nothing more than.
A turquoise string ran up the cleft between my ass cheeks and connected to similar ones that ran from the other two corners of the patch that barely concealed my genitalia. Clinging tightly to my now clean shaven crotch it nestled slightly into the slit there and left virtually nothing up to the imagination.
To my surprise, when You peeled off your jeans I was treated to a truly exquisite sight. Rather than your customary speedo, a dark navy thong graced the contours of lithe and sinewy frame. Never before had I really noticed how nice an ass You possessed but there it was, bronzed as the rest of you, almost as totally on display as was mine. The thong also clung to your luscious package of manhood, the contours of your cock and balls clearly defined.
That day we chatted, we strolled, we held hands, and we proudly showed off our bodies for anyone who wanted to see. Margaret actually rose and approached us, her pendulous and deeply bronzed breasts wobbling obscenely as she did. The gay boys couldn't keep there eyes off You and every other male that crossed our path was practically drooling as they ogled me. It was marvelous, the only detractors being a couple of women we encountered with attitude or self image or who knows what problems.
That evening I retrieved my leopard print panties from the fencepost, opting to do so while the sun was still up and there were still lots of neighbors sitting around with drinks in hand or grabbing an end of the day dip. I strolled in wearing a T shirt that just barely concealed that I was wearing scalding red panties. My nipples were on high beam and I had purposely elected to wear the sandals with high heels so to ensure that my tits would jiggle as much as possible. The net result was a lot of attention and I loved it.
