Chapter 7

“What do you think?” Mike asked as he handed Cassie a package. She opened it and shook out the top it contained. It was sheer and black, with only a pattern of black dots to draw attention away from the fact that she would be, in effect, topless when she wore it. Cassie had no illusions that she would have any right to a bra. After the train experience, she’d worn the blue silk dress on a few other occasions without a bra and she’d allowed Mike to show off her bare breasts to assorted strangers on trips away. They hadn’t repeated the experience of what she had learned was called “dogging”. Now, months later, it seemed Mike was looking to have her take a further step. In the dress, she had to bend over to display her breasts, and it revealed her legs only if she chose. The blouse in her hands would leave her exposed all the time. She drew in a sharp breath.

“I thought while we’re in Spain you might try something a little more adventurous,” Mike said.

“Adventurous? This is terrifying!” Cassie said, with feeling. In her mind, though, she was imagining how she would look, and wondering how people would react. The blouse went into her suitcase along with the dress.

It was two days before the end of their stay when Cassie gathered the courage to go dancing wearing the blouse over her bare breasts. The sensation of the slightly rough black voile material rubbing on her nipples made Cassie feel sexy just walking to the nightclub. As they went in, Cassie took a detour via the ladies rest room and removed her wrap. Under the neon lights, the blouse almost disappeared. Cassie’s nipples stood out quite clearly, all the more so since they were rock-hard. Back on the dance floor, Mike insisted that she should dance with as many men as possible. She was shaking by the time they left the night club. Her knickers were soaking wet and her pussy was aching for the penetration that Mike finally gave her when they got back to their hotel room. The next morning at breakfast, he said.

“I was proud of you last night. You looked fantastic.”

“It excited me a lot,” she confessed. “But did you see how some of the men I danced with were groping my breasts? How do you feel about that?”

“Yes, I could see what they were doing. Even more fantastic,” Mike told her with a glint in his eye. “I love the idea that other people are touching your breasts!”

They finished their breakfast in silence. On the stairs walking back up to their room, Cassie looked hard at Mike. She had a funny feeling. “Is your eventual aim for someone else to fuck me?”

She only needed to look at the expression on his face to confirm his desire. Cassie felt a sinking sensation in her belly.

“You don’t find me exciting enough?” she asked. “You don’t enjoy sex with me?”

“Oh, I do! But for me, when I imagine other people fucking you it’s even more of a turn on.”

“You’re weird,” Cassie said, “I’m going out. I’ll see you later.” She was shaking her head as she walked away from their room. Cassie was confused. When she returned in the early evening, having spent the day wandering around the resort, although seeing nothing of it, Mike was looking worried.

“Just repeat what you said this morning, Mike,” Cassie said. “I did hear you right, didn’t I? You did say that you wanted to see me making love with another man?”

“Not quite. I don’t want to see you making love, Cass. What I want is to watch you as you’re being fucked by loads of men, one after another or all at the same time.”

“You are truly crazy!”

“I know I’m bizarre to want these things for you, Cassie,” he said. “But it’s because I love you to distraction. I can’t put into words how much it would turn me on to see you dripping with the cum of strangers.”

Cassie said nothing. She stripped naked, picked up the sheer blouse and put it on. Without a word, she took her skimpiest skirt from her suitcase and stepped into it. She slipped her feet into her sandals and said.

“Come on, then. Let’s go dancing.”

“No knickers? No bra?”

“No bra, no knickers,” she confirmed.