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Note: This chapter is a continuation of a short series with multiple characters. Some context may be missing if you have not read the previous entries.
Disclaimer: All characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older. Within this series there will be interactions between family members that will border, if not cross over into, the taboo category.
Whilst I’m not setting out to write a story with this as the main focus, I want to give a warning to anyone who may be offended/upset by that. If that’s the case, you may want to give these stories a miss.
Chapter 4 – Renee
Renee sat at her desk, alone in her office, massaging her temples. She took a moment to savour the isolation, now knowing how rare these instances were.
Now three weeks into her new role at FSU, she had expected that she would have gotten used to the new realities of her daily life. However, Renee was discovering with each passing day that she had been woefully unprepared for this job.
On her first day in front of her class, Renee had thought that she was going to faint from embarrassment. Her male students openly ogled her in a way that no one had ever dared to do before, and Renee even found herself becoming distracted by the girls in her class. Attempting to gain the focus and respect of a classroom whilst standing naked and exposed before them had proved to be an immense challenge.
But this wasn’t what was causing Renee the most difficulty. Commanding a classroom full of distracted students was something she had great experience in doing. Sure, the circumstances were absurdly different, but at its core the issue remained relatively unchanged. What Renee was not experienced in however, was managing her own physical and mental reaction to her new circumstances.
Renee found herself in a near-constant, dizzying state of arousal. Even a casual glance from a new face was enough to spike her heart rate and make her legs tremble. Until a couple of months ago, Renee could have counted on one hand the number of men who had seen her naked. The realisation that this number was now into the hundreds filled her with a giddy, almost nauseous energy and she found herself longing for the next moment that she was asked to present.
This newfound desire to exhibit herself had already led her into some compromising, unexpected and even regrettable situations. And it had all started just a few weeks before she had begun her post.
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Not long before she had relocated out to the FSU campus, and not long after her encounter with her colleague Darren Ward at school after hours, Renne had received a message from him. Before even reading the text, her heart had started beating rapidly, her palms perspiring.
After their previous encounter, Renee had not heard from Darren for some time. Having barely slept that night after arriving home, she had dreaded going into work the next day, wondering who he would have told, wondering if she had just made the stupidest mistake of her life.
But when she had bumped into Darren that morning, he greeted her courteously and professionally. Apart from a slight wink, he gave no indication that their circumstances had changed. Likewise, nothing in the behaviour of her other colleagues indicated any change.
And so, Renee had continued about her business, a sense of normalcy slowly returning. She notified the principle of her intent to not renew her contract but made up an excuse about planning to take time to travel, not wanting word of her new employment to spread around the school. Then, as the final week of term drew to a close, Renee had received Darren’s message.
“I hope you’ve kept your word Ms Miller,” the message began, as Renee looked down at her screen barely breathing. “I told you not to touch that slippery gash of yours until I saw you next. And lucky for you, your wait is over.”
Renee felt her hands start to shake as she stared down at his message. She hadn’t forgotten their last conversation, the words Darren had said to her as she knelt down naked in front of him outside of her office. And true to her word, she had not touched herself. At first, she had found this incredibly difficult, but as the days had passed, Renee realised that there was an unexpected pleasure to be found in this strange form of denial.
Her days were spent in a near constant state of simmering arousal and keeping this secret to herself had felt almost intoxicating. After the first few days, she had almost forgotten that she was doing this out of some sense of obligation and it became almost a personal challenge for her, seeing how long she could last.
She felt the familiar throbbing ache between her legs as she was reminded of how long she had gone without relief. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she typed out her reply.
“I haven’t touched myself. I promise.”
Seeing those diminutive words on the screen in front of her sent a ripple of excitement and shame through Renee. She realised that she was putting bursa eskort bayan a large amount of trust in the hands of man who was known for bragging about his conquests, and the risk associated with this filled her arousal.
“Good girl,” came Darren’s immediate reply. “Tomorrow morning at 7am, you’re going to meet me at the carpark next to Dixon Beach. Wear a bikini and nothing else. Don’t be late. Understood?”
Renee hadn’t been sure what exactly she was expecting from Darren, but it hadn’t been this. Feeling a strange sense of unease, she confirmed with him that she would be on time, dressed as instructed.
Dixon Beach was a small cove, only about a half hour drive from where Renee lived. It was relatively well known, but not popular, given that the majority of the beach was occupied by rocky outcrops leaving only a small stretch of sand. Only a half a kilometre down the road, around the outcropping headland, sat the far larger and wider main beach, whose popularity led to Dixon Beach being mostly abandoned.
Renee barely slept that night, tossing and turning, trying to imagine what was waiting in store for her in the morning. Finally dragging herself from her bed, she showered and dressed in her modest bikini, the only set she had at hand. Pulling on a t-shirt and shorts over her beachwear, she stepped out into the early morning dawn light and got into her car.
The drive took place almost on auto-pilot, Renee barely aware of the empty streets and sparsely lit houses as her mind raced through dozens of imagined scenarios. Finally pulling into the deserted parking lot, she killed the engine, sitting there in silence and collecting her thoughts.
Realising that she was still overdressed, Renee kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her t-shirt and shorts, leaving the discarded clothes in a pile on the passenger seat. Sitting there in just her bikini, alone in the car, Renee felt strangely vulnerable and self-conscious.
Despite arriving early, she didn’t need to wait for long before the headlights of Darren’s approaching bike cut a beam across the small parking lot. Feeling her heart rate suddenly spike, Renee took a deep steadying breath, and stepped out of her car, locking it behind her.
Darren slowly removed his helmet and riding leathers, stowing them in the lockbox on his bike before turning to acknowledge her.
“Bright and early, and right on time,” he said with a patronising tone, “Very good Ms Miller.”
Still feeling slightly ashamed at the diminutive tone of her messages the night before, Renee tried to ignore the leering look that Darren was giving her and attempted to inject some confidence into her voice as she replied, “So, what exactly are we doing her? Do you need swimming lessons or something?”
Darren let out a short, loud, bark-like laugh before looking Renee up and down, “No. I mean, there will be some lessons…but not for me.”
Darren moved beside Renee, draped an arm across her bare shoulders and began to walk towards the beach, steering and directing her alongside him. Renee flinched slightly at the feeling of his large, muscular arm against her bare skin, but didn’t make any attempt to stop him.
“Today, Ms Miller, is all about you,” he began, taking on the tone of a patient teacher explaining an upcoming lesson. “We had a pretty good start back at the school, but before you head off to your new job, we need to really test your boundaries. We need to make sure you’ve got what it takes.”
Renee wasn’t able to supress the anxious shiver that rippled across her body. As they reached the entrance to the beach, a steep, winding staircase set between the trees that flanked the carpark, Darren lowered his arm from her shoulders and lead the way down.
Renee had never actually visited the beach itself, having always preferred the busy main beach, and she took in the view from the bottom of the staircase. Immediately in front of them lay a small stretch of sand that reached off to the right. Where the sand ended, a sheer rock wall climbed far up, wrapping around and away from them, forming a large and protruding headland. To the left of them was a rocky outcrop that stretched out into the water before gradually blending into the opposing headland. And behind them, the steep path back to the carpark, shrouded in trees, it’s winding trail disappearing from view.
Renee could understand the appeal of a place like this. It was private, sheltered from the wind, and the dual outcrops formed an almost natural bay, sheltering the beach from any waves.
Looking around, Renee noticed the only other occupants of the beach, two men sat over to their left, quietly assembling a pair of fishing rods. They glanced up as Renee and Darren stepped out onto the sand, giving a short smile and nod before returning to their equipment. They both looked to be in their sixties, sporting grey hair and beards, and their eyes lingered momentarily on Renee’s bikini clad body as she returned their gursu eskort greeting.
Darren made his way in the opposite direction, leading them both to the far end of the beach, right up to where the sand ended and the rock wall began. Laying the single towel that he had been carrying out on the sand before them, Darren kicked off his shoes and removed his t-shirt, now dressed only in a small pair of shorts.
Renee realised that she had never actually seen him wearing this little. Darren was older than her, and kept well in shape, but Renee had still expected a more diminished physique. He was built powerfully, like a wrestler, broad and heavy with muscle. His chest and forearms were covered with course dark hair, and he exuded a picture of effortless strength. Renee felt suddenly self-conscious of her own soft stomach and lack of muscle definition, and realising that she had been staring, blushed and looked away.
“Alright Renee, here’s what’s going to happen,” Darren said, stepping up beside her. “You’re going to hand that bikini to me, along with your car keys, and you’re going to go for a little swim.”
Renee turned to face him, her mouth slightly open in shock.
“I want you to swim the length of the beach, right up to where those fishermen are. Then you’re going to come out of the water, walk up to them and have a little chat. Then, and only then, can you come back to me.”
“You can’t be serious,” Renee said, glancing fearfully over towards the fishermen and then back to Darren, “I can’t do that here…it’s a public beach”
“Oh, relax missy,” he said with his now familiar patronising tone, “you’re not the first little tart to strut around this beach with their bits out. Trust me, nobody is going to complain.”
Renee stood there, frozen to the spot. Her heart was racing, she felt light headed, and the intense simmering pressure between her legs was building. She couldn’t deny it to herself, as much as this idea terrified her, just thinking about it felt like enough to push her over the edge. She fought back the urge to resist Darren, knowing full well that he wouldn’t relent, and that she wouldn’t want him to.
Taking another nervous glance behind her towards the fishers, still hunched over their equipment, Renee turned back to Darren, lowered her eyes shamefully, and said, “Ok…Ok, I’ll do it.”
More than anything, she was saying it to herself. Sealing her fate in stone as soon as the words left her mouth, removing any chance that she had to back out. Just speaking those words sent a barely suppressed shiver through her, her skin tingling from the back of her neck and down to her feet.
Hands trembling, Renee reached back and unfastened her bikini top, letting it slide off her chest and immediately handing it to Darren along with the car keys that she still held in her hand. This time she made no attempt to cover herself, letting Darren stare openly and lustily at her small naked breasts and their large dark nipples. Not wanting to break her momentum, she bent and slid her bikini bottoms down the length of her legs, stepping out of them and handing them to Darren.
He took them from her with a wide grin, and now Renee once again stood stark naked before her colleague, a man she had once looked down her nose upon. The feeling of vulnerability, the shame of wilfully submitting to this reversal of their power dynamic, and the intensely pent up arousal that Renee was feeling all blended together in her dizzied mind.
She stood there, arms at her side, letting Darren once again take in the view of her exposed body, watching as he greedily examined her from head to toe. His eyes lingered for a while between her legs. Taking in the flushed red skin of Renee’s aching pussy, her swollen labia, glistening with wetness, he let out an appreciative sigh.
Finally, looking up at her eyes, a sneering grin on his face, Darren pointed to the water and said, “Off you go missy.”
Renee didn’t have to be told twice. She kept her head down as she walked, too nervous to look over at the fishers, ashamed that they might have just witnessed her embarrassing disrobing. She focused on each step that took her closer to the water’s edge, the feeling of the sand between her bare toes, the slight bouncing of her small breasts and heavy bum cheeks, the cool morning air wrapping around her body, reminding her that every inch of her skin was on display.
Renee flinched slightly as the cold water slid across her feet, goosebumps erupting over her body. The sun was still low in the sky and had not yet bathed the beach in warming light. Knowing that turning back was not an option, and not wanting to prolong this uncomfortable step, Renee took a deep breath, strode forward and dove into the water.
Sliding beneath the surface, feeling the cold shock shooting through her body, Renee momentarily forgot where she was. She had never felt anything so liberating. She was hit with an overwhelming surge of gratitude Bursa elden ödeme escort in that moment, savouring the freedom she felt as she moved beneath the water, kicking widely, feeling the cold liquid encompassing her entire body.
Coming up for air, not wanting to break the hypnotic spell that she was under, Renee avoided looking back at the beach, not wanting to know whether the men at the far end had notice her yet. Dipping back under, she did a slow and lazy breaststroke, savouring the feeling of her legs kicking wide apart, the cold water caressing her most sensitive parts.
About halfway down the beach, still not glancing back to the shore, Renee rolled over into a slow and relaxed backstroke, staring up at the myriad colours in the sky above her brought on by the rising sun. Taking a minute to savour the moment, Renee slowly made her way towards the end of the beach, her little breasts peaking above the water as her arms gracefully cut their way in and out.
Finally reaching the end of the beach, knowing that she couldn’t delay it any longer, Renee stopped swimming, bringing her feet down onto the sand beneath her. With the water reaching just below her shoulders, she turned back to the beach and felt her heart lurch in her chest.
The two fishers were still in the same spot, although now their attention was focused squarely on Renee. And to the side of them, where the stairs met the beach, stood a new figure. A fully dressed man carrying a towel stood staring out at the sight before him, clearing having been watching Renee make her way through the water.
Renee froze for a moment, it not having occurred to her that of course more people could turn up at any time. She knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do, and knew that if she waited any longer it would just get harder to summon the courage. Fighting back the sudden surge of panic that she was feeling, she took a steadying breath and began making her way out of the water.
The three men stared openly as Renee’s bare body slowly emerged from the water. First her little breasts, covered in goosebumps, their large nipples achingly hard in the cool breeze, followed by her soft bare tummy, her wide hips, and finally her flushed red pussy, it’s narrow landing strip wet with sea water.
Wishing that she had at least a pair of sunglasses on to hide the embarrassment etched onto her face, Renee made her way out of the water, walking directly up to the two men sat staring at her. She realised in that moment that she had no idea what to say, and thankfully one of the pair opted to break the ice before she could.
“Jesus…I wish my wife was as brave as you.” Said the first, letting his eyes roam freely over her exposed body before coming to rest on her face.
Renee felt her face blush red under his scrutiny and let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I hope you boys don’t mind.”
“Mind?” blurted out the second one, “No, we don’t mind. You’ve just made our bloody morning.”
“Your husband doesn’t mind you bouncing around naked in front us I take it?” chimed in the first one, indicating towards Darren, sat back on the towel down the far end of the beach.
“Oh…uh…he’s not my husband,” said Renee, her face blushing a deeper red, “He’s a coworker.”
Renee felt a surge of shameful excitement as the words left her mouth, and her pussy throbbed at the look of surprise on the two men’s faces.
“Christ…lucky man,” breathed the second, glancing over at Darren and then back to Renee, now staring brazenly between her legs.
Renee could feel her heart pounding in her ears and felt her legs growing weak. Standing here in front of these two old men, men who would never in their wildest dreams have gotten to see her naked, letting them stare openly at her exposed body, it was making her dizzy with excitement.
Still dripping with water, and now starting to shiver slightly in the cool morning air, Renne said, “I need to dry off, you both have a good morning!”
She gave them a warm smile, and turning slowly, she made her way back to Darren. This time she held her head up high, and as she walked, she noticed the third man making his way over to her. As he approached and Renee got her first good look at him, she was vaguely reminded of her own father. He looked about his age and was of a similar height and build. She felt a sudden surge of humiliation as she wondered what her actual father would think of her right now, his proud, accomplished, academic daughter, exposing herself to strange men on a public beach.
“Good morning,” the man said, stopping a few feet away from her.
Renee could have casually returned the greeting, given a smile and kept walking, but she stopped. Turning to face him directly, letting him take in the full and unobstructed view of her naked body in all its glory, she smiled warmly at him.
“Morning! How are you?” she said, looking him in the eyes as he stared back at her body.
“I haven’t seen you down here before,” he said, finally tearing his eyes away from her naked form to look up at her, “I’m Don.”
He held out his hand, forcing Renee to take a step closer to him to reach out and shake it. His rough, calloused hand tightly gripped hers, sending a shiver through her body.
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