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Ginny ExposedWhen fantasies are vivid and strong, there comes a point where they must be put to the test. Ginny told her husband that she had a long-standing vision of exposing herself to public view. The fantasy even managed to invade her dreams at night.“How did it make you feel?” he asked.Her face flushed as she tried to compose the right and respectable words. “Well, it was interesting,” she said after a long pause.“Is that an answer?” Will said. “You’re playing safe and nebulous,here. Did it excite the people in the dream? Did it excite you?”Another long pause—this time, however, Ginny’s response was silent. Instead of speaking, she opened the waistband of her skinny jeans, and slid her hand beneath her silky panties. Her suspicions had all come to fruition. Her shinning wet fingers told the truth. She guided Will’s hand to her oozing pudenda. “I was at least this wet down there,” she said pressing against the pressure of his touch.Will was not quick to answer with words. Instead, he burrowed his fingers between her pliant labial folds. “I don’t know how the people in your dreams responded,” he said, “but I’m suddenly rock hard.”“That was pretty much what happened in my dream,” she said, “at least with kurtköy escort the men. There was a lot of reaching for zippers.”“How about the women? Were there women there, too.” “Oh, yes! They stepped toward me”.“Stepped toward you?” he repeated. “Were they threatening?”“I don’t think so,” said Ginny, “That’s not what I felt at the time. I think they wanted to touch me, but that’s when a wake up.”oOoThursday was their traditional date night, and they went to a familiar local pub called Arthur’s. They slid into one of the booths opposite the bar area. “I have a suggestion,” said Will. “Why don’t you sit on one of the stools at the bar?”“You want me to sit over there?” Ginny said nodding toward the high stools just a few feet away.“That’s not it,” he answered. “I just thought it would give me an idea of what your dream would look like in reality. Sort of a dress rehearsal. You can come right back afterwards.”“You want me to expose myself?”“That depends entirely on you. I assume you’re wearing underwear, so you’d be covered. I could just use my imagination about the rest.”“But, do you want me to lose my bikini? Is that what you really want?””Why not?” said Will. “Do you have the nerve?”Ginny just gave him a knowing glance and slid out of the upholstered booth. It was only thirty feet to the restroom, but her legs felt wobbly beneath her. She pushed through the swinging door. Inside, a woman leaned against the wall talking lowly on a cell phone. Ginny walked down the row of toilet stalls, and entered the last one.She latched the door behind her, pulled up the hem of her dress and hooked her thumbs over the top edge of the elastic band of her skimpy panties. She paused as second thoughts raced through her body. With a deep breath she called on her reserves of will. Before her mind could offer a counter-argument, she was stepping out of her silk thong. She squeezed them into a small wad within her left hand. She pushed open the door and stepped back into the main chamber of the room. The stranger was still absorbed in her telephone conversation. She glanced at Ginny who suddenly felt naked. Before she could change her mind, she thrust her hand toward the wastebasket, and her panties disappeared in the jumble of discarded paper towels.The stale air of the bar greeted her nostrils, but more startling was the draft between her legs. She knew from the coolness that kaynarca escort she was dripping wet. She wanted to rush back into the restroom, either to hide or to stroke herself to orgasmic bliss, but she controlled her flight response. She walked slowly past the booth where Will was waiting. Her heart raced as she mounted the stool at the corner of the bar. The bartender was a platinum-blonde, middle-aged woman wearing a tux shirt and bow tie. She looked toward Ginny and smiled. “A glass of white zinfandel, please.” Her soft words sent the woman to rack of shiny long-stemmed glasses. Ginny rotated the bar stool to face Will. She slid forward until her shapely legs touched the floor. Her black skirt slid upward. For a moment she froze in a pose that displayed her now glistening labia. Will’s eyes were fixed on her naked pussy. Others, feeling the mounting tension also turned in time to see the ripe flower of her labia. She straightened her skirt, and turned back to the bar.Suddenly, Will was behind her. He slid his right hand up between her thighs. Her breath left her when his finger penetrated her. With his left hand, he dropped a twenty on the bar. Before Ginny knew it, they were leaving the bar. His finger was replaced by her own as they walked briskly to the car. The passion was furious and the orgasm seemed to roll on forever. Ginny now knew the truth, she liked to be seen. This would happen again.

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