Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 00:05:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stacey Kay <staceykay79@yahoo.com>
Subject: Just Life part 2

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Just Life

By stacey kay

Chapter 4 -- Getting dressed

I slowly came to staring at the ceiling.  Slowly I began to realize I was
in our bedroom.  Looking down I gasped in shock, nearly loosing it again.
There before my eyes were two very pronounced, well formed mounds on my
chest draped by the bed sheets.  I slowly moved my hand down my body
feeling my smooth skin not wanting to find what I knew must not be down
there, but I just had to confirm.  As my hand moved across my skin, my
nails lightly grazed my skin extending out further than I expected sending
shivers throughout my body.  I tried to push the observation out of my mind
they all the sensations seem to focus towards the destination of my hand; I
had to know.

Slowly, I reached where my pole should have been, only to find soft smooth
skin.  I whimpered a bit at my loss but soldered on.  Suddenly, my hand
reached an all too familiar yet foreign slit.  Probing slightly inside the
rather moist folds, I gasped as my finger reached a very sensitive nub.
The sensation it sent through my body caused my back to arch and my head to
throw back.  I was not expecting that.

Knowing I really shouldn't, I felt the need to explore more.  As my fingers
moved down my slit, each gently grazed the sensitive nub causing several
moans to escape my lips.  As I continued to explore, I began to loose
myself.  However, all too quickly I heard a throat cleared at our bedroom
door.

My eyes flew open to see a figure that was not unlike how I was, but still
slightly different.  I quickly sat up bolt right in bed when I realized
what it must look like I was doing (which in actuality was probably rather
accurate).  I noticed as I settled in this person's gaze was on my
reverberating chest that was now exposed outside the sheets.  I blushed
profusely at the realization of my exposure.  However, the warmth I was
experiencing from the apparent realization seemed to prevent the compulsion
in the back of my mind to cover up.  Instead, I seemed to nervously wiggle
a bit as I bowed my head a bit trying to ignore the conflicting emotions.

"Sorry I missed you waking up, hun.  I guess this is all quite a shock."  I
could only nod, not really trusting myself as tried to play back all the
writing in my head.

"I assume by your reaction, it is Geoff in there."

Nod.

"Well, it's me, Stacey.  I guess those papers really did work."  She slowly
brought the glass of water that she was holding in her hand.  It seemed
like she was afraid if she moved too much she'd startle me.  I think the
situation had me rather startled all on its own.

I took the offered cup and quickly gulped it down.  As I drank, she sat on
the bed next to me and wrapped her arm around me.  I instinctively wiggled
in a bit closer to her as I put the glass down.

"For what its worth, hun, I have to admit that was a really great way to
wake up this morning.  I can see why you wanted it so often.  You really
seemed to like it."  This caused me to blush deeply again.

She then reached over and put her hand beneath my chin.  She then turned me
to face directly at her.  As her now very strong eyes looked directly into
mine, I felt suddenly captivated.  "Thank you, hun."

Before I could even realize I was about to form words, I responded, "Thank
you, Master."  This brought me fully awake as my head shifted forward
noticeably cringing.

"'Master' is it? I guess that was part of your paper."  I nodded my
head. "Maybe you'll have to tell me what else you wrote," at this I went
noticeably pal.  I could NOT let her know all the entries.  I just hope she
didn't read them already.  "But I think I'll just leave it as a mystery.
Besides, the parchment pieces seemed to have disappeared I can't find them
anywhere."  To this I noticeably exhaled.

"Well, we probably ought to find where that crazy old man is you mentioned
and see if he can fix this.  You know, you really should ask for clarity of
directions more often, hun.  I can't think how often I've had to tell you
that.  Do you remember where the store was?"

I simply nodded my response.

"Well, why don't we go ahead and get dressed.  Where is the store at?"

I tried to think of a way to keep from answering but was distracted by the
thought of the fact she mentioned "we...getting dressed".  "Downtown; near
my work, Master."

She chuckled as she saw me cringed.  "You're not going to call me `Master'
all the time are you?"

"No, Master, only in private.  In public I should use respectful, but
socially acceptable terms such as `Sir' or `Mr. Johansen'."  I can't
believe how easily I answered that.

At that she chuckled and grabbed some shorts, a T-Shirt, and some simple
shoes.  I was amazed at how comfortable and confident she moved.  That must
have been something she put down.  Come to think of it, she did often
criticize my lack of assertiveness.

"Go ahead and get dressed, hun."  I was dreading hearing that.  I noticed
she started to get dressed on the bed.  I wanted to stay under the
protection of the covers, but I was compelled to get up out of bed now.

Looking in the closet obviously more than just my body had changed.  The
only pants I could identify would only fit her now; not that it would have
made much difference to me now based on some of the other entries I put
down.  Everything else was skirts and dresses, & no longer in the modest
style she had.  No, I had to specify more revealing and accessible
styles. Idiot!

I grabbed the longest skirt I could find and slid into it.  It went all the
way down to 2 inches above my knees.  It was a nice, solid black pleated
skirt so at least it didn't cling to my skin and show off my features.
Next I had to find a top.  I found a decent (I use that term rather
loosely) blue baby doll t-shirt that stopped just above my belly button.

Looking down I saw the next set of apparel I was dreading: shoes.  Too many
of the heels looked like something I would break my ankle or neck on with
towering thin spikes.  Finally I spotted a pair that had a bit of a wider
heal to them, although the sole did look a bit thicker than most of the
others.  Oh well, I then proceeded to bend over to grab them.  As I reached
all the way over, I heard a whistle from the room behind me.  I immediately
grabbed the shoes and shot straight back up.  Feeling blood rush to my face
in embarrassment from the showing I just gave, but also a bit of flow to
between my legs.  Why did I have to try to change her arousal triggers?!?

"Nice view, hun!  Very bold choice.  You might want to choose something a
bit more conservative for this outing, but something tells me you can't."

No shit, Sherlock!  I was definitely going to have to be conscious of how I
moved in this skirt.  Otherwise, I was going to be giving a way a lot of
free shows.

I turned back to the other room and sat on the bed to put on the shoes.

"Wow!  Those are adventurous, hun."

Placing each shoe on my feet, they fit like a glove.  I don't think I've
ever felt a shoe fit so well.  At least I did stipulate that!  Maybe get
some comfort out of them.  Then I realized I need to stand up at some
point, so might as well.

This was definitely a new perspective for me.

"Wow!  I'm impressed you're able to stand in 5" heels even if there is a 1"
platform on those.  You better watch your head going through doors."  Oh
god, she was right.  I had actually had an inch to her already tall frame.
These heels would put me at 6' 6"!  No wonder my perspective was so
different.

She noticed the shock realization on my face.  "You're not going to put any
panties or a bra on?"

The question snapped me back to my current prison reality.  I looked at her
pleading as I shook my head no.

"Well, didn't you at least give me the option of wearing panties?"

I shook my head yes.

"Then why don't you wear some?"

"Because you have to allow me to, Master."

This brought out peels of laughter.  "Oh god that is just too rich!  You
really did do a number on yourself."

I just looked at her pouting, hoping to get some solace from my plight.

"Wow, you do that pout very well.  Hrmm... rather odd affect on me.  Well,
tell you what, maybe I will let you were some panties."  At that she saw me
perk up just a little bit.  Then I saw a wicked grin come across my old
face, "beg me to let you wear panties, little one."  This was the term we
often used for her during our light D/s sessions before.  I felt a rush of
blood between my thighs as I could feel my lips swelling.  "If you are
convincing, I might just let you."

Suddenly, I found myself at her feet begging, "Please, Master, please let
your little slut wear panties.  I will be a good little girl and do what is
asked of me.  Please, Master! Please!"  That was almost word for word how I
used to have her beg.  The worst part of it was I think I actually meant
it.  Why did I have to put so much submission onto the paper?

This brought out even more laughter from it.  It actually hurt to feel like
I was the butt of some joke for her.  Didn't she understand this was not
right?  This needed to be fixed, now!  Chuckling she managed to squeeze
out, "yes... go get some panties."

I went over to the dresser and opened up her lingerie drawer.  Oh, if only
it had always had these contents!  We wouldn't even be in this mess.
*sigh* Now, I'm the victim of my own male hormones, or previously soon to
be corrected male hormones.  I suddenly realized that these panties were
not going to offer much help, but I grabbed the most conservative pair I
could find.  Finding the top of the black thong panties, I slid my huge
shoes through them and stood up.

Still chuckling Stacey continued, "Oh this is just too rich.  My over
imaginative husband writes down some silly ass wish list for me, only to
screw up the instructions and wind up getting it himself.  And here he
stands before me in something akin to slut attire about to go out in
public.  Plus, given the opportunity to actually *wear* panties after
*begging* for it, he chooses a pair of thong panties."  More laughter.  "Oh
this is just great.  Go do something with your hair."

I couldn't believe how embarrassing this all is.  Having the altered body
of my WIFE, dressing in the most provocative clothes she could ever have
worn, getting ready to go out in public, begging to wear panties and her in
there laughing at me in my own body!  Worst of all, it was making me horny!
All this because I wrote some stupid words on a piece of parchment.

Looking in the mirror, I realized I did at least one thing right for her.
Picking up the brush on the counter and quickly moving it through my hair,
it was instantly styled.  I always did hate waiting for her to do her hair
and makeup.

Now that the task was done, the image in the mirror finally hit me.  That
blue-eyed, blonde bombshell with the 40DD rack, the simple 32" waste, round
38" hips, and long shapely legs that was almost too tall to see herself in
the mirror that was me now.  Not the idealized version of my wife.

I almost wanted to cry, but I couldn't have a pity party; we had to go get
this fixed.  Upon walking back into the bedroom I was conscious now of
every step.  I could feel my breasts bounce with every step, my hips swayed
as my feet moved in a straight line, my body slinked as I moved along.  I
even made her walk sexy.  "Can we leave now, Master?" silently followed by
`If for no other reason than to stop having to constantly call you
`Master'.'

"In that outfit, you really need some makeup.  Go put some on."  In steps
the compulsion, and out I go.  As I reach the makeup, my hands begin to put
on makeup as if they had always done it.  Stacey didn't even do lipstick
unless we were going out to dinner or dancing.  Here I was putting on
lipstick, blush, and mascara like a pro.  What have I done?

I return back to the bedroom feeling the heat build between my thighs as I
waltz back in.  "Am i ready, Master?"  Did I really just ask that?

"Let's go, little one."  She's saying that a bit too easily.

Chapter 5 -- Looking for help

When we reached the car, this was not going to be a fun trick.  Luckily not
many people were around.  Stacey was gracious enough to open the door for
me as I slid in bottom first as she instructed to get down from my
6-and-a-half foot frame down to her Mustang.  I swear it was never this
low.  And why didn't I just tell her to take my Trailblazer?  That would
have been a lot easier.  Too late now, might as well buckle in.

It was weird to manually position the chest strap of the seat-belt between
my breasts.  Suddenly, their extreme size was accented even more as the
belt sliced between them.

"You know, you really should have worn a bra.  It could have really
mitigated that some," as she reached over and grasped a breast for
emphasis.  This elicited a gasp as a wave of pleasure emanated from the
touch.  She let go and just grinned evilly as she looked in the distance.

Following her eye sight, I saw two of the guys from a building next to ours
smiling broadly.  They had obviously seen the exchange.  I wonder if they
saw me get in.  Oh no, there's the humiliation kicking in as my arousal is
bumped up a couple more notches.

The drive downtown was rather uneventful.  Although, I do think Stacey
slowed down next to each trucker just to try to embarrass me even more; it
was working.  Worst of all, I don't think these panties were working.

Once we got downtown, I instructed Maste... er Stacey how to get to the
shop; then she just drove by it.  She then pulled into a parking lot 2
blocks away even though there was parking directly in front of the store.

"Master, why did you park so far away?"

"Because if this is your last walk in that outfit, I want it to last."
With that she came around and opened up my door.

Looking around, I didn't see anyone in site, so I twisted my legs around
and used her offered hand to stand up.  Being she was at my previous
standard height of 5'11", I stood a full head taller than her.  I felt like
I was a beacon for attention.

She stood next to me and placed her hand in the small of my back and
directed me forward, "let's go."  To which I began my undulating walk.  It
felt like a thousand eyes were on me and my heart started pounding.

I begin concentrating on my steps allowing me to block out some of the
outside world.  I think she noticed this, because she took another step to
push me a bit more; her hand slid down to ass cheek as I could feel it
through the skirt.  I began to blush and flush at this, but I could not get
up the will to reach back and move her had.

"Enjoying yourself, hun?"

"Not really, Sir."  Damn instructions.

"Well, then why don't you move my hand?"

"Because unless you're causing me unwanted or undo harm, I can't keep you
from touching me without your permission, Sir."

"Man, you really were gonna make me go through with all this?  You really
are a pig!"

"No, Sir!  I honestly thought it was just a therapy exercise!!  I never
would believe this would ever work if it didn't actually happen to us,
Sir!"

"Some how, I don't think you would mind taking advantage of it if you were
given the opportunity."  I was afraid she was right, but I tried to tell
myself she was wrong.  "So I'll just do it instead."

As we started to cross the next intersection to go to the store, she turned
and said, "reach down and take my hand, then put it up under your skirt on
your ass cheek and let go."  Oh no!!  Glancing around, I see cars waiting
next to us already staring at me with more moving up & down the street.
The steps seemed to come in slow motion as I reach down and take her hand.
Normally I would have moved it up; however, because of her instructions, I
moved her hand down like some tart and slide it up my leg as the skirt
moved out of the way, placing her hand squarely on my exposed ass.

As she squeezed my cheek, I felt a rush of emotions as we were still only
half way through the intersection.  All this unwanted attention was causing
my face and neck to turn beat red, yet at the same time my eyes closed and
I gasped in.  I could feel the pleasure begin moving around my body.  There
had to have been at least 30 people seeing this public display of lewdness
and I could feel my juices seeping out of my panties and begin running down
my thigh.

By the time we reached the curb, I was finally a bit more aware of the
world around me but I was still as red and horny as ever.  She squeezed my
cheek again and pulled me to a stop.

"You really can't stop me, can you?"

"No, Sir"

"It embarrasses you doesn't it?"

"Yes, Sir"

"You're horny though aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir"

She then guided me around to face her, reaching her other hand around to
grab the other cheek.  I then shifted my weight back and forth rubbing my
thighs together, not out of avoidance, but to try to increase the pleasure.
This brought on the humiliation even further.

"Kiss me"

She didn't have to ask me twice as I leaned down in order to reach her and
shoved my tongue down her throat.

When I finally broke I was panting heavily.  "Let's go, we're almost
there."

Thankfully, as we walked she didn't put her hand up under the skirt.  She
just placed her hand over the skirt on my ass.  My arousal didn't stop and
I was breathing heavily.  My nipples were protruding very prominently.

As we were almost to the shop, she turned me to the alley next door to it.

"Sir, it's right there."  I panted nearly out of breath.

"No, little one, we have something else to do," as she slowly backed me up
against the wall.

"You need release, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Kiss me again." To which I deep throated her exploring every contour of
her mouth.

As we broke the kiss, she whispered something I could not believe.  "Play
with your clit and tits, but don't cum until I say so."  I've done that to
her before in the bedroom, but never, ever in public!!! What is she
thinking?

During this internal debate, I noticed she took a step back as my right
hand slid up under my skirt and into my panties.  When my left hand reached
my tit, she backed up to the far wall of the alley.

She left me in such a position that if someone were to come from one side
of the alley, they'd just see me masturbating against a wall and wouldn't
even see the voyeur across the alley.

I threw my head back as I begin rubbing hard against my clit sending waves
of pleasure throughout my body as I felt the glow begin deep inside me.
Massaging my tits was bringing me ever closer.  I don't know how many
people came by, but I knew there must have been at least one and that was
causing me humiliation and even more arousal.

Finally, as I reached my pinnacle, I realized that he was not going to
offer up release.  "Please, Sir, can I cum?"

"Oh you can do better than that."

"Please, Sir, please let your slut cum."

"No."

"Please, please... Sir... please your undeserving little love slut needs to
cum, Sir."  I never made her go that far.

"When I finally let you cum, I want you to shout out that you're `slut
stacey' and keep repeating while you're cumming until I tell you to stop."

"Please, Sir...."

"cum"

"I AM SLUT STACEY!!!!!!  I am slut stacey!  I am slut stacey... I'm slut
stacey!"

She then came over and kissed me hard.  When she stopped I continued the
mantra.  Finally, she told me to remove my hand from my panties and remove
my left hand from my tits.

"Provocatively lick your right-hand clean and pretend like you enjoy it."

I slowly licked up and down my hand, thoroughly sucking on one finger
staring deep in her eyes.  Oh why couldn't the earth just swallow me up!!!!
Luckily I didn't see anyone around, so it wasn't nearly as bad as it could
have been.  "Alright, they're clean.  Let's go inside."

What a relief.  Then I heard a clapping coming from down the alley. Looking
down I could see a homeless man down the way putting his hands up in
appreciation of my show.  I was mortified!!  Someone like that was watching
me?!?

Finally we made it to the shop and went inside; I heard the door jingle
behind us.  However, looking around things were totally different.  Gone
was the cluttered sporadic placement of items, but instead were neatly
arranged glass display counters.  Nothing looked the same except for a few
of the exotic pieces I remember seeing.

Looking behind the counter, a young lady in her early twenties of oriental
decent stood there smiling.  Stacey began to walk over to her as I followed
closely behind.

"Excuse me, miss. My hus... er I was in here yesterday and bought two
parchment pieces from an old man.  Is he around?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, but you must be mistaken.  Only my husband and I run the
shop when my mother is not around, and he is hardly old."

"Oh sorry, is your mother around then."

"Yes, let me get her."

My heart was beating with anticipation; I did not like where this was
going.

The woman that returned from the back was definitely not the person I had
talked to yesterday.  This woman was much more rotund and had no male
resemblance at all.  Still, Stacey trudged on.

"Yes, ma'am, I was in here yesterday and I bought a couple of pieces of
parchment, and I was wondering if I could get a bit more history on them."

The woman looked at him quizzically.  "What was on the parchment?"  Her
accent was MUCH easier to understand than the previous day's occupant.

"Um, nothing actually.  They were blank."

"I'm sorry.  We do not sell blank parchment, sir.  I am sure of that."

At this point, I lost my composure, "No!! You don't understand the little
old man that was in here when this place was a wreck yesterday!  He's the
one that sold me parchment!  He's the one that did this to me!  You have to
help us find him! He has to fix it!!!"

"Look, miss, I don't know who you are or what you are talking about, but
there hasn't been a man over 30 working here in over 15 years when my
husband died.  And I certainly don't sell any parchment any more!  I can't
help you because you must be mistaken.  Now go!"

I continued to plead to both of the ladies dismay, "please, you have to
help me!  I have to fix this!  I'm not supposed to be like this!! I'm
suppo-"

My sentence was interrupted by Stacey grabbing a fist full of my hair.  It
was a technique I frequently used on her during our play time to reassert
control and without harming her.  She used the hair to stand me back up and
back away from the counter.

"I am terribly sorry for the trouble she has caused you.  I'm afraid she
can get a bit high strung at times.  We must have been in a different shop,
I apologize.  Tell the nice ladies you're sorry and apologize."

"Madam and Miss, i'm terribly sorry that i have caused you so much
trouble."

"Good.  We were just leaving, weren't we?"

"Yes, Sir."

With that he turned me around and ushered me out the door as I walked in a
daze the world shoving in around me.  As we approached the alley, the
mental image of what I was doing earlier hit me and I broke down.  Stacey
moved me into the alley as I had a mental break down.

Chapter 6 -- Possible explanation

During my sob session a young man exited the back door unseen to me, but
Stacey saw him.  She approached him and they began talking, but I couldn't
hear them over my pity party.

Suddenly, my sobs were broken when Stacey called out to me, "stop crying,
take a deep breath, feel better, and come here, hun."  And it actually
worked.  The sobbing stopped I was able to get aA full breath, and I did
feel a bit better, though nowhere near `good'.  I then walked in my all too
familiar slink over to Stacey and the young man.

"I was just talking to Ben here and he might have an explanation to what
happen and how to fix it.  Ben is Lisa's husband, the young lady in the
store.  He says our story sounds like a very old Chinese folklore that has
to deal with what is essentially an imp.  And from what he says similar to
the European myth of Puck."

I looked at them in awe my mouth a little agape.  I don't know why I would
be so surprised by it.  I was just magically transformed into my wife.  Why
would it be so hard to believe it was a mythical trickster that did it?

"In any event, he thinks he can find us a solution but it might take some
time."

I bounced up and down like a giddy little school girl "Oh that'd be great,
Sir!!"  I suddenly paused when I realized Ben was staring at my bouncing
breasts just at or above his diminutive eye level.  Not too mention the
look he probably got from my skirt flaring.  I felt flushed, humiliated,
and horny again.  This was really not good.  I need to get this fixed fast!
(Especially before Stacey finds out any more details about my list)

"So what do we need to do to start, Sir?"

"Well, that's where I need to talk to you about.  From the sounds of it,
this will not be easy.  It could even get expensive."

I nodded, it makes since.

"Ben needs incentive to do a thorough job, but I don't have any cash to pay
him right now and he can't exactly go back inside to use a credit card to
pay for this after the stunt you just pulled."  That caused me to look down
in shame.

"Therefore, being your savoir yet again, I have an idea to give him a good
incentive while working to your reward.  How does that sound?"

"Sounds good, Sir, but what does he need?"

He looked at me and gave a knowing glance towards Ben's crotch.

"OOohhhh..."

"Now, this needs to be of your own free will.  You have to want to pay the
price to get this, but it could mean everything gets put back the way it
was.  So I need you to think about it, do you want to do it or not?"

I stood there and thought about it.  The list of things that Stacey still
hasn't discovered flashed through my head, the things she has, the alley
just before, could I even begin to deal with this?

At that point, I strutted over to Ben and got down on my knees and
proceeded to undo his trousers.  I reached in and gently removed out his
cock.  Luckily, it was nowhere near the size of Stacey was this morning and
it was very easy to manipulate.  I was able to take the full amount in my
mouth and quickly suck him to full erection.  I then proceeded to use my
tongue on the length of the shaft feeling him shutter under this touch.  I
bet that prissy bitch inside would never do this for him.  I began bobbing
my head up and down on his cock, the friction causing my lips to send
invigorating sensations throughout my body, my pussy began to get wet yet
again as I could feel the pleasure building inside him.  I looked up
through my long eyelashes and locked my baby blues on him.  This definitely
had the desired affect as he quickly began thrusting in and out of me.
Suddenly he exploded deep in my mouth before pulling out once and hitting
the side of my face.  I then clamped back down on the head licking the tip
to get ever last drop out.  Finally when he was done, I reached up to the
side of my cheek and scooped up the drop of cum with my fingernail.  I then
proceeded to suck on it while focusing on him, when it hit me that while
this didn't taste nearly as good as Stacey's did this morning, it was still
very delicious.

"Damn, girl, I expected to at least go back to the car if not home
considering your reaction to being in public before.  What a really eager
slut to do that so openly in public!"  I realized Stacey was right; before
I even gave them a chance to hear my answer or even hear the full details,
I threw myself at Ben.  I blushed profusely yet again, feeling my wet
knickers beneath me (will they ever dry out?).

"Since the agreement has apparently been entered into, I better give you
the details of what you just agreed to.  Now that Ben has been given proper
incentive, he will research the story and work on finding a solution. Once
he has found a solution he will call us and prepare it.  At that point, as
a reward for finding your resolution, you will allow him to fuck you.
After the problem is resolved, we will pay him $10,000 and I will fuck him
as his final reward."

Normally, I couldn't even consider fucking this man, but if it got me out
of this predicament, then I'd just go through the motions and get it done.

"Sir, how long will this take?"

I was surprised to hear Ben's voice for the first time (other than
moaning), "I may have something for you next week, but considering the age
& how little myths are past down to current generations, it could take
months.  I'm sorry, but I don't have a lot of details right now."

Months?!?  I could be stuck as slut stacey for months?!?  I hope he gets
this done in a week!

"Very well then, Ben, sounds like we have a deal.  Here's our number and
call us next week to let us know how it's going.  Hun, thank the man for
letting you suck his cock and finding a fix to *your* problem."

"Thank you, Ben, for letting me suck your delicious cock and helping silly
me out of my predicament".

He chuckled, "you are very welcome.  I look forwarded to pounding your
cunt."  I couldn't stop the moan before it reached my lips.

Ben went back inside chuckling at my response.

"Come on, little one.  Let's get you home."

As her final humiliating instruction on this trip she made this one the
worst of all, I think.

"Walk on ahead of me to the car and don't look back to see where I am.
When you get to the car, I want to spread your feet to be the same width as
the break lights then bend over and rub your nipples on the spoiler."

I blinked and started to walk.  I couldn't believe she was really going to
do this to me.  I had quickened my gate to shorten my trip's length, but
she seemed to have caught on to that.

I heard her shout from behind me, "strut like a hooker advertising." Oh
no!!!  I think I just about gushed as the humiliation of exaggerating my
already exaggerated walk to look like that of a street whore.  It must have
taken me 20 minutes to get back to the car.  By then nothing but the
wetness running down my leg was grabbing my attention from my pussy.

When I reached the trunk, I spread my legs as instructed and leaned over
the spoiler.  My body shook as I felt the sensation ripple from my chest,
through my body before focusing in my crotch.  I also got the mental image
of my thong enhanced ass being displayed during this lewd act.  I don't
know how long I remained there rubbing my chest, but it had to have been at
least 6 months.

>From out of no where I felt a body standing directly behind me.  I leaned
back in relief hoping to satisfy this hunger that was building in me.  I
could feel a cock enclosed in the trousers, so I rubbed my ass up and down
both sides of the cock hoping it was Stacey and she would relieve this
itch.

"Horny little slut aren't you?"

"Yyeesss, Sssir."

I heard the door unlock remotely followed by her command, "Get in; lets go
home."

I couldn't believe it but I actually whimpered.

I heard her get in and the car start before I actually got off the trunk
and scampered over to my door.  She didn't open it.  I also saw her put the
car in gear so I had to dispense with the proper decorum and just risk
someone seeing my panties.

Once in the car, I suddenly realized that I actually wanted to get fucked
right then, even if it was in public.  This was just not good!

To be continued....

This is my first story, and I'm planning on continuing this for a while;
still more things to cum!  Let me know what you think so far.  Hope you
enjoy!