Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 23:19:35 -0800
From: Kari Clarke <kari222@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kari's Story/Part Two (The Fur Coat)

It all started when I was little. There was nothing better
than being wrapped up and all cuddly inside my mom's genuine
fur coat. Well, as the years passed, my appreciation for
that coat only increased. Let me tell you why.
I have always considered myself very sensual, and I look
back onto those days as possibly the start. When I started
down the road of self discovery (as I wrote about in my last
story), it wasn't long before I was trying new things in
different locations with different items (I will write about
the candle in a future story.). My body ached and raced
ahead in waves of passion as it craved new experiences and
feelings.
It was one thing to explore myself in the bathroom under the
heat lamp, or another thing to play under the covers, but I
had this desire to go further, to feel different things, to
be daring and exotic!
It was my love affair with that fur! When I was alone in the
house, I sometimes would go into my mom's closet and
"borrow" her fur. While I used to play "dress-up", now I
would play "dressdown" (my name for it). I would start by
taking everything off except my panties and put the fur on.
It aroused my senses, feeling this wild beast up against my
skin (In reality I think it was rabbit, but I imagined it
being a wolf). I would lay on the bed or roam about the
house only wearing the fur and underwear.
As I got bolder, I used to like going into the living room,
thinking I was at one of my parent's parties. I imagined all
the adults, dressed up in their Saturday night best. Long
dresses, loads of jewelry, guys in suits. I would dream of
the smells, the perfumes, the snacks on the tables, the
laughter, the clinking of glasses. I would pretend I was
invited to the party, and I walked around, chatting with all
the people. Everyone was raving about my beautiful coat and
how wonderful I looked.
My favorite thought that kept reoccurring was one of a
neighbor, Karen. She was an executive secretary at some big
company, and she always wore what seemed to me very
expensive and very sexy clothing. She had a great figure,
and liked to dress to show it off. When I was allowed to
hang around some of the parties, she always took time out to
chat with me, talk to me about make up, clothes and school.
I wanted to grow up to look like her, and be like her. I
noticed guys paying a lot of attention to Karen too, and
that was okay!
In my fantasy, I would be standing there, chatting with
Karen. Karen would be sitting on the couch, and I would be
standing there facing her. I imagined Karen saying to me,
"Kari, you shouldn't let that fur coat hide your beautiful
figure. Why don't you take it off and let me look at you."
I would slowly slide the fur off and let it drop on the
floor. Karen would see me there, only in my panties, in the
middle of a crowd of people. I wasn't showing off for anyone
else, and no one else noticed, except for Karen. I always
pictured her smiling and looking me over top to bottom,
asking me to turn around so she could see my ass, and
telling me how beautiful I was. I suppose that she was
looking at me lustfully, but at the time I didn't think of
that.
As my fantasies increased, I modified the dream, plus the
way I dressed. I stopped wearing panties and went totally
naked under the coat. In my fantasy, after I dropped the fur
in front of Karen, she would ask me sit beside her. I would
sit on the couch, spread my legs for her and asked if she
liked how I looked. Even
while I fantasized, I would masturbate on the couch in the
living room, thinking that she was sitting beside me,
watching me and that the room was full of people.

I spent many a Saturday morning on that couch, bringing
myself to orgasm. It almost became a weekly routine for
anytime that I was alone. The more I did it, the bolder I
became and the bolder my dreams became. I started to dream
that all the people in the room would stop and watch me
while I came, and that they would all stop talking so they
could hear me pant and yelp in ecstasy.

In reality, I got more daring in the house. I would stand in
front of the window in the living room, open the curtains
just ever so slightly, and then drop the fur. I wanted to be
seen, but of course I was totally afraid that I might be
seen. Some days I got a little bolder, and opened the
curtains a little more.

One day I was feeling especially brave, and I left all the
curtains open while I did my little striptease and watched
out the windows the entire time, wishing that someone would
walk by and look up. My heart was racing, but, no one came
by. I wasn't going to let the moment pass in disappointment,
so I stood by the window, curtains fully open, and slowly
started to caress my body all over. I was always fascinated
at how my nipples would harden, and I enjoyed giving them
attention while they grew. Before long I had lowered my
attention, and was well on my way to orgasm when a car's
horn sounding startled me back into reality. I had gotten so
preoccupied with what I was doing I was not aware of what
was going on outside or anywhere else come to think of it!
It was quite a shock to see my mom's car outside, waiting to
turn into our driveway. She had honked at a neighbor and was
chatting with her from the car window!

Well, I grabbed the fur and ran to my bedroom. I managed to
get some clothes on before she came in, even though I had to
hide the fur under the bed until I had a chance to put it
back into her closet. That was a close call. To think she
might have seen me in the window with my fingers at work! I
wish it had been Karen and she had seen me. I wanted to be
naked for Karen. Well, I got my chance later. That's for the
next story.