NINEnnOn my way back to my office, I bumped into Jane in the corridor. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a ream of copy-paper in the other. When she saw me, she dipped her head, muttered hello, and tried to move by me.nn'Back to your old clothes again,' I said, nodding towards her brown, calf-length corduroy skirt and olive-green long-sleeved t-shirt.nn'I'm late for a meeting,' she said, risking a glance in my direction.nn'I'm guessing you're back in the old underwear as well.'nn'You said this was over. You said if I . if I did what you asked, you'd leave me in peace.'nnI toyed with the idea of taking her back to my office, showing her the footage of me spanking her pert young buttocks, of her brown eyes widening as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. Instead I said:nn'Tell me if you're wearing the underwear, and I'll leave you in peace.'nnShe hesitated, her eyes casting round as if looking for help.nn'I threw them out,' she said.nn'Shame,' I said. 'Dave would probably have enjoyed them as much as I would.'nn'Please don't do this,' she said. 'Please just leave me alone.'nnWith that, she dodged past me and walked quickly away.nnI continued on my way back to my office, but at the last moment I took the stairs up another flight and went to Gemma's office instead. Catherine, her secretary looked up from her computer-screen.

Soon after the ceremony was finished and everyone had said their congratulations, Morgan grabbed Eva's hand and dragged her with him toward his cabin.nn"But, but.," she protested as she noticed the knowing glances the crewmembers sent them.nn"Just let them stare," Morgan chuckled. "They aren't mated so they must still be on duty," he sent his soldiers a knowing glance and saw them return to their work. nn"Come along here, honey," Morgan said as he opened the door to his cabin and took her inside. A short command and the door closed behind them. Locking them inside. "Finally alone," Morgan said in a relieved tone as he let his eyes roam all over her body, heating her once again. "Now, how about repeating that look-over you gave me in there?" he suggested.nnEva looked at him. Why not? It was embarrassing to know that everyone of his crew knew exactly what they were up to, but hadn't they known all along what had occurred in her prison cell? And now that they were mated they were allowed to have sex -- it was even anticipated. She shoved away any thoughts about them being enemies and gave him a sultry smile.nn"Why not," she said aloud, before moving her hand to her suit and slowly opening it, revealing her naked breasts underneath. At once she had Morgan's undivided attention and he stared at every part of her skin at she slowly revealed more to him. She moved her hands to her braid, and took off the hairpins, letting her long hair flow freely over her shoulders.nnMorgan gasped and came closer all of a sudden.

Here's part three of the story. Thanks for the feedback so far, I'm doing my best to keep it from being the same old 'suck and fuck story' as someone put it so nicely. Hope you enjoy the next instalment. All comments appreciated.nn---------------------------------------------nnJake had brought something else down with him to add to the evening's entertainment, and now he moved behind Jenny to slide a blue cotton scarf over her eyes.nn"Oi" she cried again, "at least let me wipe my face first."nnJake consented and Jenny took the opportunity to clean the streak of cum from her face, scrubbing at it hard. Next she wiped at the cum across her tits and stomach, mopping as much up as she could on the soft material, in an attempt to restore a little dignity.nnIt didn't work.nnNaked but for a cum-stained scarf tied across her eyes, Jenny lay stretched out on the floor. Jake looked over at me and winked – what a sight she was.nnIt was my turn with the camera and I wasted no time shooting some more footage of her delicious body. I started with her blindfolded face and then panned down across her pert tits. I could tell she was feeling self conscious and vulnerable and she shifted a little uncomfortably.nnAs her hips moved the camera got a glimpse of her moist cleft and I moved in for a closer shot. She lay there unaware of the intruding presence of the camera as I moved the lens towards her thighs and in for an extreme close-up of her pussy. Jake slid his hand up her thigh and spread her cunt lips apart to give an even more explicit view, and Jenny gasped softly at his delicate touch.nnAs her wet cunt filled the viewfinder Jake slipped a single finger between her slick pussy lips and inserted it in her up to the knuckle. She shivered as he slid out again, his finger wet with her juices.nnAs he repeated the procedure Jake spoke quietly to her.

Hobe Sound nnMid-south Florida, in the fall of 1983. I was working just South of Ft. Pierce and had been told of a "nude" beach, 10 to 15 miles further south. I decided to check it out, the idea of being nude in the outdoors had always intrigued me. I had already been in Florida for a week and had the makings of a pretty decent tan, but the idea of losing the tan lines really inspired me.nnI found the beach, per directions provided by someone who knew where it was. It was much better than the beach at the hotel, at which I stayed, even if it was a half-hour away. My first visit was relatively uneventful, but had me hooked on being naked on a beach (or for that matter, anywhere that I could get away with it! I just concentrated on losing the tanline.nnThe second time, three people, a guy and two girls, chose a spot about forty yards away and eventually I was invited to join them. One of the girls was a stripper, the other, a waitress at the same club. I enjoyed having someone to talk too, but they left an hour or so after I had joined them. They had to get ready for work. I stayed about an hour longer and then left myself.nnA week later, my whole body was a bronze tan. My butt and groin were quickly catching up with the rest of my body. I had a favorite spot where there was a wind-break/sand fence that angled northward to the beach. There was a large flat area behind it that offered privacy from the water's edge, being about six feet above water level most of the time I was there. The wind-break/sand fence served several purposes, two of which were to slow the beach sand from claiming the woodland at the beaches edge, and to shield you from naked eye view from the public beach area, a quarter mile distances to the south. If you stood, people could see you but at that distance, without aid (binoculars or such, they could not tell that you were nude.