Room Share

My colleague Kate and I had been obliged to share a hotel room for a week, and had ended up having messy sex and taking photographs. On the second week of our course we were given our own rooms, but preferred to carry on sharing...

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Tuesday's IT security training involved a series of turgid discussions in breakout groups, and half-hearted reports back to the whole course, and even the trainers looked relieved when they announced the end of the day's proceedings. We broke up to go our separate ways, in our case meaning we headed for Kate's car through the heat reflecting off the tarmac.

"Swim or run?" I threw at her.

"Well," she started, "in that last feedback session, with my shirt sticking to my sweaty back, I kept thinking about the sea. It's only a few miles out of our way. We could have a swim there."

"Oh wow!" I answered. "I was thinking we should plan it in, but that's much better, spontaneity!"

Kate tapped at her satnav and started the engine. "Only one drawback with spontaneity: no kit."

"Oh crap..."

"I thought about it. We've got underwear. I presume you're wearing pants?" she joked, though with straight face.

"As it happens, yes."

"...And it's hot enough to dry off without a towel. So I reckon we'll be OK. What do you think?" Kate looked both ways along the road and we swung out of the car park, heading away from the hotel.

"Looks like you've already decided, but yeah, let's do it!"

Kate smiled over the steering wheel, and the wind through the window caught her hair as she changed up into fourth gear.

Ten minutes later we pulled up in a small car park on a long stretch of Dorset beach facing the Channel. The wind off the sea was light, so that the hot sun had more influence on the temperature. We left most of our stuff in the car and headed down the beach to the hard sand, then turned left without discussion, as it was obvious we'd want to walk further away from the car park. The breeze was pleasant, and Kate took my hand as we drifted along for a few hundred yards. There were other people dotted about, some couples and a small group pitched further up on the dry sand, walkers moving up and down where we were, some nearer the waves, and one or two dogs running and barking.

"Here?" I suggested.

"Good as anywhere."

We headed up above the tide line to a space between the other groups, kicked off our sandals, and unpeeled our outer clothes. Shortly we stood facing each other, me in my fairly-new pants, still clinging reasonably closely to my hips and groin, and Kate in plain white knickers - I wondered if she had any other kind - and a pale blue bra, full-cupped, modest, neat.

"Is it a bit obvious this isn't swimwear?" I wondered.

"Yeah, probably. I'm not exactly matching," answered Kate, looking down at herself. "Actually..." she started, then looked quickly left and right. "I don't really want to trash this bra, it's new. I think it might go rusty with the seawater."

"Not if you rinse it when we get back," I offered, supportively. I also didn't want to give up on our swim and head back to the car.

"Nope. I think it's going to have to come off." She looked around again. There was a couple sitting on their towels about twenty yards off.

"Oh.... I see..." I stumbled on my words, surprised, and Kate grinned at me. "You devil! That exhibitionist streak you were talking about last week."

"Can't see any other women topless, but I think we're OK." She bit her lip, then smiled again. "Here goes." She reached back, unfastened the bra, pulled the straps from her shoulders and dropped it on top of her other clothes. Her boobs looked great, of course, if lined below from the bra, and her nipples stood out, happy to be released from their confinement. I glanced but didn't stare, and smiled at Kate. She looked around again. The guy from the couple nearby was peering past his partner's shoulder at the unexpected treat, but Kate didn't flinch.

"Shall we?" I offered my hand and she took it, and we started the walk down to the sea, the guy gazing after us. Kate's tits, despite their modest proportions, jumped prettily with each step, and I looked more than I probably should have. As we strolled over the harder sand past the tide line, it was clear that our path was going to cross a middle-aged man walking his labrador. He was watching the dog bound back from the sea with a ball and hadn't seen us, but he would shortly.

I almost asked Kate if she was OK with this, but obviously she was. As we closed to just a few yards from the man, the dog bounced past him and turned towards us. The man's eyes rose from labrador to breasts, and stopped there, and his mouth opened slightly, before he gathered himself and looked up to eye level.

"Hi!" called Kate, cheerily. "Gorgeous dog - what's his name?" The dog was now interested in us, wagging his tail and hopping from paw to paw, and she stooped to greet it, her breasts falling tantalisingly forwards.

"Err... Rupert."

Rupert snuffled as Kate rubbed his flanks vigorously with both hands, and her tits jigged. "You love that, don't you?" she asked, in a sing-song voice intended for the dog, but I saw the man's lips move as he almost gave his own answer, just managing to reel himself in. Kate stood, smiled at him, and said goodbye to Rupert as we walked on. We were silent for twenty paces, then Kate checked over her shoulder that we were far enough away, gave a quiet whoop and beamed at me.

"Poor bloke! I hope he's not too shocked."

I had a different understanding of his likely internal narrative. "No, I think he'll be fine. You've made his day."

"Oh, well good. That was amazing! It just gets me now and then... usually when I've been feeling a bit sexy..." She leant into my shoulder as we walked, bumping me slightly off my stride. "Mostly I'm decent, but just sometimes... I get a thrill from letting some randomer see my boobs."

"Was that me last week?" I teased, and I earned a punch on the arm.

We got to the water, blue further out, but at our feet sheets of glass sliding over the flatness, edged with foam, retreating to leave the sand streaked and shining. The sun, still high but well to the west, glanced off every tiny movement, scintillating, glimmering, myriad dancing diamonds. The roar of the waves belied their modest scale: even this benign sea was an overwhelming sensory experience.

As we stepped forward the water around our ankles, shins, knees, grew cooler, but it was welcome. At thigh-deep Kate threw out her arms and plunged through an oncoming wave, visible for a moment full length just below the surface, hands, dark head, long, pale back, bottom, extended legs, trailing bubbles, graceful, as if she belonged there. She emerged and turned to me, water flooding down her curves, smiling and wiping her eyes, nipples large and hard, translucent underwear revealing her pubic hair as a grey triangle, beautiful to me, every inch a mermaid.

I too dived in and swam a few strokes away. Kate joined me, both now up to our waists, and we decided to swim for a while, parallel to the shore. It was hard going in the swell, and after a hundred yards up and back we gave in and stood again. We splashed each other a few times, and Kate ducked under the water and kicked towards me, grabbing at my pants to pull them down. I let her, and she got them to my thighs before standing, spluttering, then embracing me and reaching down to hold my prick while her soft breasts pressed into my chest. She squeezed a few times, but in the cold water I wasn't heading for an erection, and I didn't think that was Kate's intention anyway.

I made myself respectable and we headed back to shore with big awkward strides through the drag of the waves. Kate looked down, past her pointed nipples to her knickers. "Am I a bit see-through?"

I didn't need to check her front, but I paused and allowed her to walk ahead a couple of paces. The wet cotton clung to her bum and though it wasn't transparent, the form and colour of her cheeks were clear. "Yep. Not completely, but it's a nice view from back here. In front you can see the shape of your pubes, but it's not outrageous."

"Hmm. Didn't really think about that."

"You want me to walk in front?" I suggested. "Or behind?"

"Err, maybe behind. Not worried about my tits, more my arse."

We walked the hundred yards or so towards our clothes single file, passing a fully-clothed couple out for a walk, the chap enjoying his eyeful as we approached, though Kate swung her hands forward in front of her groin to shield herself a little. We greeted each other in passing, the man smiling, the woman not so much. I saw him turn his head once we'd crossed, and I disappointed him by successfully obstructing the sight of Kate's rear. I heard his partner say something sharp, and he whipped his head back round to face the front.

By the time we got back to our clothes the sun and the breeze had half-dried our skin, and the worst of the water had dripped off Kate's knickers so that they were less revealing, which I told her. The other couple were still installed along from us, and the man had watched our approach attentively. As good as her word, Kate didn't turn away to hide her breasts from his gaze.

"So half a view of your bum is embarrassing, but that guy oggling your tits is ... titillating?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I can't explain it either. Just is." We sat on the dry sand, both facing the sea, legs outstretched, leaning back on our hands. The breeze took the edge off the sun's heat, but it was deliciously warm. "We'd better not stay too long. I don't want burned boobs."

"Ooh!", I winced sympathetically. "We'll dry off quickly enough, then we can get dressed and head off... If you're going to bother getting dressed, that is," I teased. "I can see you're enjoying the flaunting."

"Well I would go for it," started Kate, "but it would be a bit awkward getting through the hotel reception at the other end." I laughed, though I didn't think she was serious about doing it at this end either.

We spent a while brushing the sand from our damp bums, and each other's, remarking how it always managed to work its way inside any clothing, and how it stuck so tenaciously to the skin. We dressed, Kate forgoing her bra as I'd guessed she would, and turning half towards the guy nearby before fastening her blouse, charitably affording him a final view. Her hair was still dripping water despite her efforts to wring it out, and it made the back of the blouse clingy and see-through.

The car was like an oven inside, and after leaving it a minute or two with the doors wide, we opened all the windows and set off. The road was quiet, and Kate drove quickly to keep the air moving. It was noisy, so we didn't talk much, but her hair flew in the wind, catching on her face so that she frequently had to brush it away.

A few minutes into the journey Kate started fiddling with something at her chest, and as I glanced across I realised she was undoing a button... and another, and two more, until the wind snatched the open right side of the blouse backwards and exposed her breast, nipple hardened by the rushing air. Without taking her eyes off the road she tugged the left side free of her seat belt until that too was plucked back, and she smiled broadly as she drove bare-chested through the Dorset countryside. This was just for me - and for herself - as the few other cars which came towards us flashed by in an instant; and in any case, Kate was hidden below shoulder level by the door.

Nearer the hotel the roads were slower and there was more traffic, but she stuck it out. "I think I'm going to get away with it!" she grinned, as we pulled up at some lights just before we got there. Her smile faded as she looked into the mirror. "Oh my God oh my God oh my God! Come on lights, go green!" she urged. I looked round as a large van cruised to a halt in the lane next to us. Kate held the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, not covering herself as she easily could have. Just as the lights changed and she set off rapidly there was a shout from the passenger window of the van, and its engine roared as it too tried to accelerate to catch up. Kate swung left into the hotel entrance, there was a series of beeps on the van's horn as it raced past, and we laughed as she headed for the empty far side of the car park.

"So are you an exhibitionist or not?" I challenged, as the car pulled up, and Kate began doing up buttons. "On the beach you were loving it, you drive back out and proud, but the idea of some bloke in a van getting a glimpse of your boobies seems to freak you out!"

"I know, I know, not rational. Maybe 'cos we're near the hotel. Maybe 'cos someone driving up is a bit too random, rather than me dictating the terms - it felt like getting caught. Dunno. It's all good, though, there's a thrill in it both ways."

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Back in our room - Kate's room, we weren't really using mine - we showered and dressed, a little more modestly than in the car, to go down to dinner. Kate had an omelette and some steamed vegetables, healthy but a bit plain for me, so I went for the salade niçoise. At least I avoided the moussaka, and I only had a small amount of bread. We talked about the course again, and why on earth anyone thought it was a good idea to send the likes of us on it, and how glad we were that they had, as it was more like a free holiday. We went through some of the latest madness in the news and worked out how to fix the economy and bring about world peace. After dinner we sat out on the terrace, which seemed to have become our ritual.

"You still feeling thrilled?" I asked.

"Bit. I've calmed down to a warm glow." She sipped her water. "So... We know I have, but have you ever flashed your bits and bobs for the ladies?"

"Not in the same way, I'm afraid. Doesn't seem to have the same social acceptability. Higher risk of arrest and imprisonment if you get it wrong."

"Ah, true. Shame."

"Probably a good thing, or you'd have guys waving their knobs about right, left and centre."

"Good point, could get a bit boring."

We were quiet for a minute. "I don't if this counts. I got caught naked by a house-mate when I was at university. I didn't know she was there, though, so probably not the same."

"I'd like to be the judge of that," Kate smiled. "Details please."

"OK... So it was your typical student house share, third year, five of us, poorly built semi-detached on a '70s estate, bad food, cigarettes, slovenliness, parties, you know..."

"Got the T-shirt."

"Right, so it's a weekday afternoon, I'm back from rugby training, house is empty and I have a shower. Bit peckish - to be fair, I was hungry all the time - and decide to have some toast. Head for the kitchen with my towel round my waist, put some bread in the toaster and start dancing round the kitchen to something on the radio, and the towel falls off. No big deal, I'm on my own. I turn it up loud and dance my way through the kitchen door into the sitting room, properly going for it, stomping, twisting, waving my arms, and I spin round, and there's Vicky, sitting on the sofa with a book, watching me, smiling. I must have jumped a foot in the air, and by the time I landed I had my hands in front of my bits and my mouth open. Vicky said I should carry on dancing, it was very nice, but I just stood there. Couldn't believe it. She said she was guessing I didn't realise she was home. No shit! Then my toast popped up, and Vicky asked if that meant the show was over. I turned round and scuttled back into the kitchen, and she wolf-whistled me."

Kate was beaming. "Excellent! Lucky Vicky! I'm trying to imagine you young... Hmm!" She raised her eyebrows, smiling lasciviously. "That it?"

"Oh no - there's more. After I'd put my towel back on and calmed down a bit, spread my toast, I went back in the living room. I think I was trying to get some dignity back, but Vicky was too cool for me, deliberately not looking at me now, but clearly very amused. She was a good friend, met her in first year, good fun, but always a knowing something behind her face, if you know what I mean. Also, pretty, slim, blonde, very nice to look at. Hadn't thought of her as a potential girlfriend, though, we were too close for that. But I had looked at her.

"Anyway, she said if I was going to do that again, could I let her know? And that she might join in! I thought she was joking, so I went 'Yeah, right!', but she just said why not? She said I looked good with nothing on, and she was willing to trade. Said we were good friends, she didn't fancy me, but she'd always thought I was good-looking, and it would just be nice. Fantastic honesty and clarity! I was knocked out, but it just sounded great to me. I checked with her, just dancing, looking, nothing else, and she nodded along, really pleased I might do it.

"So, long story short, we decided to seize the moment, as we were pretty confident the others weren't coming back until late. I went over to put a record on, something dancey, can't remember, Motown I think, and when I turned back Vicky was wearing just her underwear and a smile, and peeling off her bra-top. She was really slight, very small boobs, slim waist and hips, gorgeous. She pointed at me and called out "Towel!", and I whipped it off, and she slid down her knickers, and there we were, picking up the rhythm, grinning ear to ear, full eye contact. We got half-way through the song, and I let my eyes drift downwards, lovely breasts, fine fair pubes, sparse, so you could see her minge pretty clearly, which was a bonus. She was just lovely, and it was amazing to be seeing her, and watching her dance, she moved well. I'd seen her dance before, but obviously not like this, with all the different angles I was getting.

"And she was looking at me, of course. I saw her eyes also focused downwards, watching my prick slapping about. It felt warm and tingly, enough to enlarge it slightly, but not going any further. I liked her looking at me, my body, my prick - it made me feel as if I was worth looking at, especially if someone like her was doing the looking.

"We went through a few songs and agreed it was time to stop, we were getting tired. We stood in front of each other, grinning again, just eye contact, not gawping any more. I put my hands out to take hers, and she came in for a hug, which was amazing, her skin was so soft, I can feel it now. It was just a quick hug... maybe we lingered a bit longer than you'd normally hug a friend... and then we separated, and I went upstairs and got dressed. When I came back down we had a cup of tea, agreed that had been great but we probably shouldn't make a habit of it, and that was that. Didn't happen again, we stayed good friends, kept in touch for years. Drifted apart eventually."

"That's brilliant! What a lovely thing to happen!" Kate's eyes twinkled.

"It was gorgeous. Just spontaneous, one-off, sexy... We talked about it a couple of times, but always as a past event, though we both said we thought about it sometimes. It never became a fantasy thing for me, I didn't, err... enjoy myself thinking how it might have developed. Just an isolated moment of beauty."

"Very sexy. Lucky Vicky!" Kate repeated.

"Lucky Paul," I added. After a few moments I thought it must be Kate's turn to reveal more, as it were. "So what about you? Tell me more about your exhibitionist streak. Any stand-out performances?"

Kate sipped her water and peered out into the dusk of the hotel garden. "It's not a hobby, I don't do it often. Maybe once a year... or less than that, actually. It's just if an opportunity presents itself, and my imagination comes up with something, off I go.

"OK, so one of the first times was when I was applying to universities. I went to Leeds for an interview and a look round, and I had to stay the night before because it was an early start next day. There were quite a few people doing that, and the university put us up in the student accommodation - they'd broken up for the summer. I was on a corridor with girls from around the country, and we chatted a bit in the kitchen, but it was half-hearted because we were all thinking about the next day, and getting an early night, and anyway, it was pretty unlikely we were going to see each other again.