As you probable know by now, I thoroughly enjoy sharing my personal experiences with you all and am aroused by the comments and shared stories. I apologize that I cannot seem to edit my blogs as that annoying AA keeps returning and I go back and edit them but it seems to want to return so... it is what it is. 

I found a book store about an hour from my residence and I frequent it often as I am an avid reader. I saw a posting about a book club on the community board in the foyer of the store.  I do enjoy socalizing and talking to people about books etc.. so, I decided to join one.  I contacted the woman who's name is Ann.  She was excited to have new members of the club and they rotate where they are going to meet. So, she asked where I was from and I gave her my location and she said, well, there is a small college campus near there so, let us come to you and we can meet at the college library.  I didn't let Ann know at that time that I was a faculty member at that college so, I agreed to get the book The Alchemist and read up to where they were and met them in the lobby and we reserved a community room with comfortable seating and we introduced each other as there were 5 ladies and 3 men.  All of us were approximatley the same age and they are all very kind and generous people. Needless to say, we got along well.

After sharing about themselves, I shared that I love reading and writing and traveling was where I get some of my experiences that I write about from.  Of course, being very welcoming people, they were curious about my adventures.  I didn't elaborate much other than I love to be adventurous.  We broke from introduction and discussed the book. These are very positive and deep thinking people who take their reading seriously.  I do as well.  At our coffee break that evening, a few of them approached me for deper interest in my hobbies.  They were very curious in my writing and I said poetry and short stories etc... They too had short stories and poems and one of the ladies asked if I had any interst in sharing my stories or poems.  I said, I would think about it and they respected my answer... for now.  I love the attention but turned the conversation to them and wanted to know more about my new book club members.  I wanted to know more about them and their experiences.   It was a casual introduction and a group I will embrace.

As we wrapped up the meeting, we were exiting the library and the librarian said good night to us and then mentioned me by name.  One of the ladies asked how i knew her and the librarian said, she's a faculty member here and well respected. They were all surprised that I didn't reveal that and wondered why.  I kept it simple and said, I didn't want to make it about me.  They understood as we walked to the exit and I crossed the wide sidewalk and entered the building next to the library which was my office building to grab a few things.   AS the sun ahd set, the campus was dark with only the sidewalk lights beeming on the concrete and buildings displaying the path and architecture the campus was known for.  I watched through my office window as my new friends entered their cars and drove away.  I felt the quiet of my office and building while the campus stood still beyond my window.  I often have my ritual of disrobibg and walking the dark and sometimes lit pathway to the faculty parking lot on the other end of my building.  Today was no exception.  I slid out of my loose skirt and unbuttoned my thin fabric blouse as my erect pink nipples pointed to the warm air as my routine took place.  I packed my two items ( no bra or panties) in my bag and slid off my sandals and carried them in my hand.  In my closet, I have a mid thigh length summer coat with a zipper and a hood.  I slid it on and left the zipper unzipped revealing my pale freckled front mature midriff , belly button and dark blonde unkept pussy hair which was growing in every direction wildly.

Confidently, I exited my office and closed the door behind me with the familiar rush of adrelinaline as I turned to walk the carpeted halllway of the old building to the stairwell to the back o the building.  I pushed the heavy metal door open and entered the familiar stairwell.  I feel the cold marble on my bare feet as I walk cautiously down the stairs listening for any signs of life.  I am alone here.  I stop on the landing and remove my light coat and hang it over my bag.  Naked, I venture down the next flight of stairs conscientious that there are night classes and t eh campus is not asleep. I approach the glass door to the outside, peer through and see no one.  I exits looking around and walk towards the alumni center and the long sidewalk that passes under some pine trees and not well lit but perfect for my nightly walks to my car.  Conveniently, there is a park bench under the tall pine trees that I frequent often as it is well hidden from the general public.  Tonight, the air is still and I have goose bumps from my enthusiasm and adventure.  I sit on the cool composite wood bench and watch as the cars pass by campus a couple hunderd feet from me as the stop sign keeps their eyes focused on the road.  I set my bag on the cool concrete and sit back on the bench.  Feeling secure, I stretch my bare feet with white painted toes nail and spread my toes as I stretch loooking down my fit female frame.  I open my feet as I sat back and revealed my wanting body to the humid fall air. I see students walking in groups of 2 and 3 along the road with no idea I'm here to be seen. 

My arms are stretched over the back of the bench as I overlook my potential voyeurs. Feeling comfortable and free, I sat for over 5 minutes enjoying the public freedom that is so often suppressed.  The bench is placed under the trees and between them so it is set back from the path.  I was distracted by the passing traffic that I was unaware that a student on a bike was coming down the hill rahther fast.  So fast that I didn't see him until he was in front of me and past me. I was startled but I am not si sure he was aware of my presence either.  I flinched in fear but as I looked to my right, all I saw was a bike, backpack and baseball cap on backward.  Wow, that was exciting if he had even a glimpse, that was enough to get me aroused.  I looked again and no more bikes or pedestrians on my sidewalk. So, I slid back on the seat and placed my heals on the front of the bench opening my thighs with my knees up and my full crotch on display.  My intent was not to have an orgasm but to simply show off my wild bushand lightly run my fingers over my wild full bush to feel the sensation of my finger tips softly gliding over my vulva and my fleshy labia eventually finding thier way through the jungle of hair.  I parted my pubes to let my pink tingling labia see and feel the air of excitement.  My elbows pressed my knees open as I allowed my hands access to my spread creamy pale thighs and mound of hair.  I gently pulled my hairs out and fluffed them out and strtched them to their full 2-3 inched of length.  I was growing my winter coat.  palming my area between the top of my firm muscular thighs and my vulva, i massaged the sesnitive area as my labia opened and closed as my palms pulled my smacking lips apart as I leaned over my small perky breasts to watch my cunt play in the night. 

As my arousal enhanced, I licked my finger tips with as much saliva as I could get on them and immediatley took my fingers to my erect aroused clit hood.  My left fingers uplled my hair and hood up to expose my small penis looking clitorus.  My righ hand was drooled on wiht my saliva as the string of spit fell on my body as my fingers immediatley found my pleasure spot a the top of my pussy.  I lightly rubbed my spit over then shiny clit peeking out from my meaty hood while my finger tips glided gently over my pink bean transfering my saliva to my flesh.  I was extremely pleased with the light and powerful sensation I was experiencing as I sat on the bench nude and maturbating in public in the dark as traffic passed by in the distance. Overwhelmed by the sensory overload, my mind numbed as I began to cum. My fingers kept their slow gently pace sliding back and forth and in circular motion over my throbbing clit as I felt my orgasm release after my body clenched int a ball as my toes curled downward grabbin ghe bench as I twitched and spazzed while my orgasm pleased my naked mature body.  My kness tried to close but my elbow obstructe them while I was determined to feel my fingers please my clit as my cunt hole squeezed and opened to gape while I came forcfully.  My breathing was sporatic and unpaced while I jerked on the bench feeling my ass firmly on the bench as my euphoric feeling overcame my mind and body while I quietly gasped for air and enjoyed my nightly orgasm.  MMMMMM... I love this. 

Running my hands over my goosebump cover body to feel my skin and my warm hands touching my flesh after an orgasm is so satisfying to me.  I ran my hands ofer my arms, my torso and over my small breasts and used my fingertips to massage my candy colored nipples.  I lay open to the street as my hands ran over my belly and through my full bush feeling the wet hairs over me well lubricated hole. As my elbows pressed my thighs open, my fingertips played with the wet thick cum curled hairs and gently massaged my lubed canal as the cum ran down my taint and asshole to the bench.  Palming my vulva on each side, I pulled my labia apart as I took my eyes from my crotch to the moving traffic in front of me thinking how naughty I was feeling and how much this turned me on.  Do other women have these urges and dod the act on them? Labia are parted open exposing my juices for a couple minutes then placed my forearms on my upward facing knees as I sat wanting to be seen but likely was not.  My ass started to become numb from sitting on the hard surface so, I stood up with my slightly perspiring body standing confidently on the sidewalk as I grabbed my bag and walked satisfied to my vehicle.  I park near the sidewalk so my venture was not far and I was not seen as I placed my coat on the seat to absorb my cum as I drove home in the night nude and happy.  

Then next day, I checked my email at school and a coworker, photography professor , Barry,  mailed me and asked if I was part of a book club.  I told him about it and he said that he had friends who were in that group and asked how it went.  I told him about how Ienjoyed it and even more so about my insatiable fun afterwards.  Barry has known me since I was a teen and had photographed me many times and became a good friend.  I actually wrote a blog about my shaving cream adventure at his house.  give it a read.   Anyway,  he said that the group was excited to have me join and that they were interested in my writing too.  I told Barry I didn't know them that well and he suggested that I write about my experience last night, as I just did with you, and share it with a select group whom he named.  Both men.  He said he expressed to them tht my writing was more erotic and they were instaantly interested as they reading they do is more " safe' reading for the group.  He told them to ask me again about my stories.  Well, so much for having my little secret but I was intrigued to see how people who are not reading my blogs react to my style and what next....? HOw would they see me after that and Barry said, exactly as you would want them to.  So, I wrote down my experience walking back to my car from my office. and printed it out in case they brought it up.  

The next week came and our book club meeting was set for a saturday mid morning.  We planned the meeting at a bookstore with multi levels near Ann's hometown and it was an old building downtown with glass windows from floor to ceiling framed by aliminum and a reading room at the top floor in the back.  I grabbed a tea and entered the store. It was filled with many things as well as books, obviously. It felt retor/vintage and had the antique vibe which I really felt comfortable with.  Being a cool early fall weekend morning, I felt a pink and grey wide stripped full length turtleneck sweater was fun.  It was warm and ran the whole length of my body ending at my knees.  I wore it with tan open toe sandals and My hair was up in a bun and I was undergarmentless, of course.  I had a very good vibe today and was also slightly nervous to expose my personal life but I really trust Barry as he said it will lead to positive things so, I believed him.   He always knew how to push my buttons and was highly complimentary of my body and lifestyle and writing.  As was his wife. 

I was early and the first one, as usual, to scope out the store and town.  I perused the shelves and enjoyed the beems of sunlight warming the store and pleasing the vast shelves of plants in the windows.  I heard the bell hanging on the door jingle and gettings of excitement as Ann and a friend walked in. I didn't meet her friend before as I walked to the railing overlooking the lower level to steal a glance. The middle of the nd story was open and overlooked the store below as a balcony around the perimeter.  I heard Ann talking to the store owner and introduced her friend as Kim.  They hugged as I called out to Anna and waved as she looked up and said' you look so adorable" as she eagerly walked up to the stairs to give me a hug and introduce Kim to me.  I asked where we were going to meet and she said there is a room on the 3rd floor up te metal stairway blocked off by a dusty maroon velvet rope.  She said, go on up and I'll grab a coffee with Kim. I grabbed my pink leather book bag and walked to the industrial stairway, unclipped the rope and walked up as my footsteps made the metal ring.  The industrial feeling was cool and the air was very warm... especially in my long sleeve turtleneck.  Rounding the corner at the top of the stairs was a room surrounded by a terracotta brick wall on 3 sides and a wall of glass in the froont with multiple large rugs on the plank woooden creaky floors.  There were chairs of all sorts in the space and I immediatley migrated to the window that overlooked the brick downtown road and energotic traffic below.  The sun immediatley kissed my sweater and pale feet that felt so good. 

Being the horny woman I am, I set down my bag by the window and grabbed my sweater skirt from the sides and pulled it up to the bottom of my muscular buttocks and pulled the front up over my cleanly washed fluffed pussy hair.  I listened to Ann a couple stories down and knew I was alone.  I revealed my hairy mons to the window as the sun lit my diswater blonde hairs to a powerful glow that shined through my massive mound to my flesh hiding underneath.  I turned to let the sunlight play with my course pubes and light it up for my unexpected audience below or across the street in the brick buildings just as high but seemed to be apartments or studios. I wasn't fazed.  Focused on my lit crotch, I turned to the light and held my sweater above my mons for full display of my belly button that happy trail. I heard the footsteps near as I dropped my skirt over my firm thighs and stood in the sunlight. Ann's energitc voice of enthusiasm is contagous.  THe stairs clanged as the group walked up them and they entered the musty space one by one. We smiled and hugged and Ann gestured for a space to sit and read.  We pulled up a chairs tht were in the vacinity of an old velvet upholstered chaise lounge with one arm curved up to the back.  One of the gentlemen gestured for me to sit there though, I remembered, Barry mentioned him to me and that he felt we should get along.  They called him Stu though thats not his name. 

I sat on the edge of the chair to be more womanly taking my book and notes from my bag which seemed to be the star of the show, for now.  As we gathered our books and settled in, Stu seemed to find a place conveneintly across from me.  He grabbed a pillow and placed it behind me on the chair and suggested that I sit back and kick my feet up.  There were othelounge chairs there too and the ladies took off their shoes and sat legs crossed or side saddle in the chairs so, It was not unusual for us to get comfortable.  I slid back on the chair and removed my sandals which seemed to draw lots of attention from the men.  My muscular freckled legs stretched over the soft velvet as my legs were crossed.  Ann started the converstion and we had good discussion and varying opinions of the book.  I enjoyed this and the group was loose and friendly. The room grew much warmer as noon drew near and we broke for a break for the restroom and stretching.  THe ladies left down the stairs and Stu wasted no time getting to know me.  So, he said, youv'e know Barry for a while, he said.  I agreed.  He told me that you are a pretty free spirited woman who lived a very open lifestyle. I asked what he meant by that.  He said, you are a nudist, Stu immediatley said like he couldn't wait to say it. I just replied, a lady never tells her secrets, as we laughed.  Stu said he was always curious of the lifestyle and BArry was highly complimentary of me and admired my boldness.  

Hmmm... I hummed.   I'm hoping you brought a story to share with us as he gestured to the 3 other men in the group and one was new today as well.  I paused and asked what they expected of my stories and he said, eroticism.  As my heart was racing in curiousity and wanting to share my experiences, these were actual men I will have interactions with and I said, well, my stories aren't for everyone.  One of the other men said, we are looking for someone's writing tat is pure and genuine and Barry said you offer that. I took a deep breath, pause and said, ok, but please don't share these with the ladies.  I don't want to be branded and I really like them.  Stu laughed and said, we all feel the sme way about out pown writing and out past and current lives.  I nervously reached into my pink leather bag and pulled 3 printed copies of my experience titled "Freedom to Be Me" and handed them to Stu. As my heart raced, I was shocked to see them immediately open the copies and start reading them.  I said, don't let the ladies see as they agreed and kept reading right in front of me.  I was surprised at how fast the pages turned as I was expecting them to read these at home.  Ann's voice was coming our way and they all stoped and put the story in their book bags as the sound of the steps gave us notice of their arrival.

he chattering ladies talked as they sat and the Kim said, please tell us more about yourself. I said the scripted answers reading, being outdoors and hiking etc... then for some reason, Stu said, she know's Barry from the campus.  Barry sems to know everyone and the all were familiar with him.  Ann asked how long I knew him and I said a family friend introduced us when I was a teenager.  THat's a long time Kim said and then she mentioned photograph and asked if I've seen any of his work and I did.  She asked what I thought and I said he's a talented artist and I love his creativity and he's a genius with his camera. BArry does a lot of erotic photography and some a little more Hustler style too.  Ive done both with him.  I said I respect him and they agreed. 

Back to the book, we discussed the reading as I sat on the chair highly distracted by these men looking at me a little differently than before and I was unusually comfortable with it. I made myself more comfortable on the soft cushioned chair as ever move I made drew the men's eyes and the ladies seemed oblivious to it.  As one of us read aloud, the other were looking at the books readig their notes. The men, focused on me and It turned me on.  Well, here goes my naughty side.  I slid my bare feet with white painted toes up towards me and my knees bent under my long sweater towards my chest stretching it out.  Stu and a friend were facing tne foot of the chaise lounge chair and peeked up from thier notes and books to watch me adjust myself allowing them to see up my sweater skirt.  A short glimpse and they were hooked.  I was now in the drivers seat of this moment.  We finished our meeting and we all saif good bye and I said ai was going to stay up there and read some more.  The men left too and Stu went down stairs with the.  I was aroused in this space and slid the chaise into the sunlight and sat back down soaking in the warm, now hot rays.  I knew I had a warning with the stairs as I slid my sweater up as it bunched around my small breasts allowing the vibrant sun to bless my body in this private space.  I was loving this and will certainly return.  Then, footsteps and the ringing of the feet on the metal stairs.  I abruptly slid my skirt down as Stu appeared and the other men behind him.   

Hey, he said excitedly.  I smiled and said hey back wondering whest to expect. He said, we are loving your story and were wondering if we could have a meeting with the author and discuss the story.  WHat the fuck, I thought.  um, what do you mean? I asked and he said, can we get a question and answer session? I said, ya, I guess so.  WHat do you want to discuss.  One ot the other men asked, is this true? Do you really have these experiences and did this adventure happen after our last meeting after the library?   I grinned and said, it did.  WHat do you think? I asked.  These men were intelligent and confident, no doubt.  One asked, never any undergarments... ever?  I said no.  I don't like how they feel on my body.  He asked how about now?  I said no, Stu can tell you  as I grinned at him.  HE smiled and said, she's being honest.  Then, he stunned me and said, can I see? It seems to arouse you and we are in a safe space.  Gulp!!!  I'll pay for the story if you prove to me it's true. THat felt odd and I said, it's  true. Stu said, Barry told him I was a nudist and the man said, make yourself at home then.  So..... I stood up with my bare feet on the old soutwestern patterned rug and said, show me the money as we laughed.  Quite an interesting book sale, don't you think as my inhibitions were diminishing as we spoke more and they made me feel sexy and comfortable.   

AS one of them read from my story out loud that my nipples were dark pink and very erect, he boldly stated, I'd like to see them.  Are they erect now? I was starting to feel my heart pound in anticipation as I said, yes.  CAn I see?  I said, sure, I am getting hot in this sweater anyway. I crossed my arms and reached down below my waiste and pulled my sweater over my mature slim hips as my pussy hair brushed the fabric and the sweater pulled over my pale freckled skin to show them my naked body.  He read aloud that I sat on the bench and looked at me and said, please demonstrate as I obediently sat on a clear retro plastic chair and leaded back as my abdominal muscles flexed and my body lay on display for them in the sunlight.  So, this is the woman BArry was describing to me, Stu said.  I grined as the one man read on.  I was pleased to hear my words read aloud from his deep voice describing my actions with determination and feeling. 

The other man asked, how did this make you feel out in public wanting to be naked. I said, I felt amazing.  I enjoy the feeling of being nude outdoors and not always masturbating.  He clearly said, we will get to that.  I flt my body collectively starting to perspire in the bright light through the window.  I watched my sweat start to bubble over my skin as my voyeurs stayed on task as they watched me while the man described my body and then edited my story by inserting his own descriptions of me laying back on the chair.  My mound fluffed and their eyes scaning me as they all added to the moment, this was undoubtly surreal!!!  It say here that you watched the traffic pass as you made yourself more visualably available to them. Your description is incredible and very detailed to the moment as the warm air passed over your skin as the hirs on your body grasped it's touch. DO you feel that now? I said, I don't but I feel the persperation onmy body building and it made me feel the same.  They all stepped closer to observe the beads of persperation on my chest and belly while I glistened in the sunlight. I was cooking in the window and he asked, do you want to be seen by more than just us?  I did, I responded.  He instructed me to stand in the wndow if I were so bold.  My body was slippery on the plastic acrylic seat as I stood, I knew I wanted to stand in the window.  I placed my hands on the window and spread my arms upward and wide above my head,  I hed my torso near the window as my rock hard pink nipples touched the warm glass which was a erotic sensation.  I stood with my feet shoulder wide as I was framed nude by yhe window as the vibrant world passed below me oblivious to my show.  I wanted to be seen and felt very safe from here as sweat started to drip down my momanly framefrom my forhead to my neck and beyond. The men sat in the chairs watching me prowl along the glass as I turned to them and pressed my wet back against the window.  

I slid downa nd said, well keep reading, as they relentlessly focused on me as he read on in my story.  Sitting on the bench he continued as I knew this part was slowly arriving.  The 4 of us adults were having an unpredicted moment and we were all in our own moment but I was the show and my story gave me the platform to perform for my voyeurs.  I thought back to how I wanted to be seen that night on the bench and here was that moment relived.  I seldom get the moments I fantasize about as I am a very public woman in my community and this would be frowned upon, no doubt, but here we were all consentual adults living the story as we each perceived it. I would say, I was willing to take this wherever it was leading as these men were very transparent and very much a part of my story and their version of it too.  I slid down the window feeling hot and free to my audience. AS my torso approached the floor, my knees opened for them to see my protruding bush and then he read, you were on the bench. We must stay true to the story.  He was serious!!

There was no bench so I grabbed the clear acrylic retro chair what was one piece of plastic reformed into a chair from a rectangular acrylic piece.  I spun the chair around to face them as he read slowly and reread some part with his version as they added their observations. I straddled the chair and placed one foor then the other on the chair as my toes clenched onto the edges of the slippery clear seat. The chair was flexible as I stood on the balls of my feet and squatted as I held onto the backrest of the chair.  I carefully squatted as my knees openedas I posed for their eyes as he described my body and specifically my feet and pussy hair.  How do you feel now, Stu asked. I said just liek I said in the story... he read.... I felt a sense of exhibitionism and secretly wanted to be watched.. yet here you are, the deep voice commented. Yes, he was right.  I struggled to keep my balance on the chair as my feet were slippery and the clear chair was now too.  THe deep voice directed my to a desk along the brick wall. He held his hand out to me unfazed and walked me to the old massiive wooden desk along the wall but fortunately, in the sun still.  The desk was still being used so we moved some papers and stuff to the side. I sat my little ass on the heavy wood desk as instructed and slid back to the brick wall. THough it was in the sun, it had a nice cool feeling on my moist back.  I adjusted myself and slid my ass back enough to reenact the scene he was now reading. My toes grasped the end of the desk and my legs fell open. THey all moved to a view of the object they were intrigued with.  I was no longer in disbelief but more in remembering mode as the story went on and I played the leading role.  Completley naked and lit by the sun, I reached between my thighs with my arms and pressed my knees open as my throbbing and swollen vulva pressed outward to display my mature hairy vagina to my readers.  He paused adnedited my story as they all stood before me as I posed for them.  I was extremely horny and loved the attention. They didn't want to touch me, they just wanted to see me and see the story unfold before them as they wanted. 

THe description of my pink labia and my hair covered vulva edited to their liking and hearing them wanting to guide me as they instructed me through the story to pull my fleshy pink labia out from my bush and let them rest open untouched and un obstructed.  Each described to each other what they witnessed as my mind was overloaded with compliments of desire and passion.  The deep voice edited my story knowing I wanted to pull on my labia and let my dark swollen pink meaty lips open like a butterfly it was sitting on a coconut, as described. They talked amongst themselves as if I were not there mentally as they searched for the right words to say. I was in a liturature trance hearing the describe me as they stared at my body.  Then, we moved on. Stu asked the deep voive bearded man if he can add to the scene and he gave his approval with total disregard to asking me for my permission as if this was their story.   He approved andStu said, I would love to see this be more kinky and perverse. 

GIve me a moment Stu said.  He raced to the stairs and eagerly made his way to the store. The quiet man watched me and said, he was grateful for my participation and he has never been a part of something like this.  It was oddly ok that I was there with them aa submissive in my own story nude in front of them witjh my heart racing but eriely calm as I loved this attention with no expectations as he handed me a coffee.  What a moment and an inspitration to me to write more. He complimented my writing and my attention to detail and how he was inspired by me as I sat on the hot rays of light on the desk. We waited as he asked if I minded if he took a closer look at me.  Persperation slowly running down my creamy flesh and my pussy throbbing from the detailed descriptions as the closley observed me.  He said, I don't fully agree with their description of me and said he felt that my frecled skin and frame remined him of a milk maid and how he loved that thought. Especially as that era they didn't shave or trim their hair. Anywhere, he said.  I enjoy an natural look on a woman and I smiled and felt he was so innocent and was serious about his writing. Stu stomped quickly back upstairs and was out of breath as he had some items in his hands.  Are you okay with me adlibbing your story? he asked?  I agreed and was very curious about his thoughts. 

Let me know if you don't want to but I think you are they kind of woman who loves adventure and taking your curiousities to the next level. THis story needs that. He was not wrong.  He pulled out some binder clips to the quiet mans curiousity.  He said, I think your body would respond to these as he dumped 8 of them on the desk of different sizes and a roll of twine.   He sought the approval of his peers that I was a secretary who had an insatiable drive to try intersting things to my body while at work.  They talked and Stu looked in my eyes and said, are you the curious secretary out on the bench?  I was no strangers to clothes pins and clamps so I agreed as this was not the day I imagined and Stu was definitley a pervert, like me but I didnt reveal that ... yet. 

The clamps were bent wire like the spring loaded clothes pins.  He said, put these where you feel they would feel the best and I'll tell you where I want some too.  I grabbed 2 yellow ones and clamped them on my nipples  as the pressure was grand but very tolerable to me.  They all watched me as I played in the sun.  Why not, I felt.  I let my legs fall open and looked up at them as a submissive secretary. I knew whare Stu wanted these clamps and I said, well, how does this story go as my nipples dangled down from the weight of the yellow binder clips.  It felt intense and the thought of the next moment was exciting as I have never had an audience like this while I played with my labia. I opened my feet as I leaned forward and pulled my labia forward as a pair.  I didnt part them as I grabbed the biggest binder clip and let it pinch my swollen meaty lips together with great pressure. My labia were sensitive but the thought of them watching me as I pulled my long meat curtains from my crotch while the observed in silence was incredible.  I let the clip loose on my labia ends and droped the clips as the weith of the large clamps fell to the desk pulling my lips with it. It was painful but worth it to me. 

Stu continued his story as the sex deprived secretary who had a desire to be outrageous in her quest for pain and pleasure used the objects in her office.  THis,in fact, is very true of me and I felt very much like myself as they continued their fantasy with me.  Quiet guy was focused on the pain and how I was handling it as Stu was focused on pushing my boundaries while the deep voice narrated what he saw.  Stu instructed me to stand on the desk as I didn the weigh of the clamps pulled at my sex organs to me delight.  my lips pulled slightly downward as I stood i the light and leaned against the wall.  Then, he handed me one end of the twine which I seemed to know exactly what to do.  I ran it throught the clapmps on my titties and he cut the string and oddly premiditated this to know to bring some glass crystals from the store.  I ran the string thought one of them and knotted it and let it fall.  It pulled my nipples together as it fell along my belly.  He cut a shorter piece of string and handed it to me and watched me fish the twine through the wire as I pulled my labia to my convenience.  I looked at him to see he had a slighly larger crystal in his hand as I eagerly threaded it and let the much heavier weight drop. It swung back and forth as my flesh pulled from my hairy crotch feeling perverted while I was narrated as a secretary dreaming of her boss and wishing he were here to see her naughty fetshes abut knew she was to perverted for him and many other men while my long lips dangled at eye level for them.   Quiet guy asked..... how does it feel?  I relpied, very naughty and intense.  They watched me for a while as I danced to make the gems dance to their approval and curiousity.  Fuck, this was wild.

Stu said, umm.. there are 5 more clamps left and I replied very aroused and lost inhibitions, so when do I get to add my chapter to the story. They seemed surprised while I stood above them with my lips stretched.  I was at a different level that they were as I knew my boundaries and they were not quite sure.  What's that chapter look like.  I sat back ddown on the desk and spread my legs to show my horny pussy to them. I unclippled the clamp from my labia and rubbed it for feeling and took the clip and clamped it on my left labia and let it fall pulling te soft flesh down and then I grabbed the other larger clamp and clipped my other lip.  I took the string, as I have done this before and made a loop and asked for another piece and did the same thing. They were very curious as my boundaries were now gone and this momsnet was for me and my plaesure and shock to them.  I wrapped the twine around each of my big toes and then tied the other around trhe clamps as my labia were tugged wildly as I did this. I have done this at home alone before in a mirror or at my pool when I am alone.  After I was fastened, I opened my feet wide to feel the clamps opening my labia to their disbelief.  I stared at each of them confidently and asked how they liked to see my fat pussy stretched like this.  As I leaned back on my elbows I spread my feet wide and let my stretched meaty labia pull open as they stared at me while I let them see me as no one has ever seem me play.  I couldn't believe I let me guard down this much but the moments we had have taken over me and I wanted to give them a view neither of us imagined earlier.  My cunt pulled open as my pink pussy gaped and stretched for them. 

I held my legs wide open as I started to rub my clit and enhance my pleasure. I was definitely out of control while I waited for a narration, they were speachless.  I wanted to have this so bad and they all  had erections they didn't try to hide.  my hairy pussy stretched open as my finger tips slid back and forth over my open crotch asnmy cum dripped onto the desk.  I asked if they liked to see my naughty side and they were enlightened, to say the least.  Naked bodt was covered in sweat as I moved my legs in disbelief for them.  I wanted to cum but my perverted mind wanted far more. I stood up on the rug and the clamps pulled my labia down with great force ans I walked witht erh twine tightened.  I walked in front of the window to display my naughty fetush to the small town and I grebbed my sweater, struggled to pull it over my soaked skin and over my hips.  I reached over and picked up my pink leather bag and blew them a kiss and told them to wite me their version of this story as I walked to the stairwell.  See you next week, I grinned As I stepped down each step, I felt the tugging of my labia and my cum drip onto my legs.  I carefully made it to the first floor as I was alone.  I ventured into the book shelves to readjust my clamps and feel my soaked crotched.  I walked out of the store barefoot with the strings tied to my big toes and no one even noticed.  I walked down the street past some stores and eventually to my car.  My heart was racing with excitement and I was more than satisfied with my day.  

I climbed into the back seat of my car and the clamps pulled off.  I retied them onto the headrests to pull my labia open as my car was parked in plain sight in a stall on the main street.  My lips stretched for a while today and they were fuul and bright pink from the attention. I laid back in the back seat and began to finger me wet loose hole and the sound was sloppy and the aroma was of my sweaty pussy.  As I frantically slammed my soaked fingers in and out of my soaked haiory crotch, I stared at my long lips and enjoyed the view and feeling as I came in the car.  My breathing was wild and out of control as was my body squirming as my legs danced in the limited space as I shoved four slippery fingers in and out of my canal cumming as my eyes rolled back into my head while my toes clenched tightly as my euphoric momnet came to a head.  I continued to punish my pussy with my fingers near fisting while my sloppy cunt sprayed my juices everywhere and onto my arms and seats.   My wrist curled inward for me pleadure and my thrashing pulled the left clamp off as I enjoyed the painful releass and pinch on my butterflying labia.  I was out of breath and out of control as I laid back sweating in my sweater and thankful for my book club. 

After I was done cumming, I sucked on my fingers to taste my salty cum and eventually climbed into the front seat.  I waited for my mind to clear to drive so I sat in the seat and played with my stretched labia and enhanced vulva for about 30 minutes as people walked by.  They have no idea how fun book club can be and I'm more than curious how their story ends.