If you read the first part you will recall that I'm Kate, 45 years old, married and that I'd been fucked outdoors by Jon, a guy I run with as well as being caught and watched masturbating by two guys, complete strangers. I'd found it all so exciting and liberating I'd agreed to met Jon for more alfresco sex a couple of days later. By the morning I'd thought of things I'd forgotten ask Jon the previous evening when I'd agreed to go out with him. I'd normally have seen him that evening but I had to drop my husband at the airport and then visit my mother on the way back, something I couldn't get out of. I was running late for work but found time to message him, tell him I was missing him, couldn't wait for him to fuck me again and I would contact him later that night about the following evening. It was after 10pm when I returned home. I had a quick shower, slipped on a loose vest, didn't bother with knickers. With the house to myself I could safely call him and he picked up after the third or fourth ring. In the the background I could hear voices, laughter, a women giggling, not the hubbub of a pub, but probably outdoors. He said he was with some mates, couldn't talk but he'd contact me when he got home and I could show him what he was missing on webcam. It must have been close to midnight when he contacted me and we could see each other. The first thing he did was tell me to take off the vest so he could see me naked. We chatted about the previous evening. He quizzed me about how I'd felt. I told him I'd been nervous at first, still could hardly believe what I'd done. I admitted that I'd found fucking outdoors, being naked and watched masturbating incredibly arousing. I confided that I was astounded to lose my inhibitions to the extent that I had an overwhelming desire to repeat the experience and had been masturbating imagining I was. “I was hoping I might do something like it again. What do you think?” I blurted out. He agreed and said he had a few ideas for things he thought I'd enjoy. I didn't realise at the time but I'd just saved him the trouble of trying to persuade me too. I asked where he'd been. He was a bit evasive, said he'd been with some friends. I wasn't really paying much attention, more interested in the arrangements for the following night, asking where we were going. He replied I'd have to wait and see but we'd probably stop for drinks first, then go on to the place he was going to fuck me. I ask what I should wear, thinking jeans. Back came the reply, something very short, show off your legs. You've got great tits, wear a revealing top. I told him he was a dirty sod and mentioned some things he might like, including one skirt which I considered particularly short. He told me to get them and put them on. I fetched the skirt and two tops I thought might fit the bill. I put on one of the tops. He rejected it immediately, even though it had a low scoop neck, showing plenty of cleavage. The second was a sparkly, figure hugging, silver lurex T-Shirt, which clung to my curves. Because it was see-through I always wore it with a bra. My tits were clearly visible. “Wear that, just as you are. No bra. Now show me the skirt” he instructed. I put it on, fastened it. It was quite short, 6 or 7 inches above the knee. I moved in front of the webcam to show him and he immediately said it was to long and asked if I had anything shorter. I told him it was the shortest I'd got and reminded him of my age. He dismissed my age as irrelevant, told me I had a better body and legs than many women half my age, which to be honest I think I have, and told me to meet him the following lunch time and he'd take me to a shop he knew to buy a skirt that met his requirements. Having no other clothes to show him he told me to undress, fetch one of my vibrators, lay on the bed and masturbate while he watched. I fucked myself with it, on my back, on all fours, spreading my bum cheeks exposing my cunt and anus. I think I put on a really dirty show for him, masturbating until I came, then licking and sucking my juices off the vibe. We logged off shortly after and I went to bed, thinking of him fucking me the next night. I'm fortunate to be my own boss, and able to take the occasional extended lunch. He took me to a Sex Shop in a side street near the city centre. I'd used it myself a few times to buy sex toys and had an idea of the type of clothing they sold. Jon was on first name terms with the owner, who showed us to the club wear section and left us browsing. There were six or seven men of various ages and a couple in their thirties. Jon began taking skirts off rails, holding them up, returning most for not being short enough, selecting two skirts and a mesh top he liked for me to try on. We took them over to the small curtained cubicle. I went inside, pulled the curtain closed and undressed down to my sensible white bra and cotton knickers. I put on the top and the first skirt, pulled back the curtain to show Jon. His verdict. The bra spoiled the top, and the skirt wasn't short enough. “I'll take the bra off when I try the other skirt” I volunteered. “Take your knickers off too” was his immediate response. I went back to the cubicle. The two guys were still watching. This time I didn't fully close the curtain, leaving a gap of about six inches. Jon noticed what I'd done, gave me a wink and opened the curtain wider. I took off the top and skirt. Back to the curtain, I unfastened my bra, slipped it off, bending to remove my knickers. I put the top back on, smoothing it over my naked tits, stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and went out of the cubicle to show Jon. A couple more of the guys noticed me and watched as I walked over to a mirror. The skirt was shorter, showing a lot of leg, but covered everything, unlike the top which did little to conceal my tits. Jon liked the top,now he could see my tits, but the skirt was still to long in his opinion. “Go and take them off and I'll find out if there's anything shorter” I undressed, heard Jon calling over to the owner to ask if he had any shorter skirts. He was helping another customer but told Jon where they were. I turned around and saw him pointing to the far end of the store. Jon pulled the curtain fully open, standing to one side. The two guys could see me naked and stood looking. I was expecting Jon to fetch the skirt. Instead he leaned closer and told me to go and fetch one to try on. I wanted to, but wasn't sure of the owners reaction. “What about the owner won't he mind?” I asked. He'd just finished with the other customers and looked over. He could see me standing naked in full view, and came over. Jon asked if I could shop nude. He grinned and said I could do whatever I wanted. Feeling almost as excited as two evenings previously I left the cubicle and walked out onto the shop floor naked. I've often sunbathed topless on beaches, and once or twice nude before I married. I suppose because that was allowed and socially acceptable it hadn't given me the same buzz. The other customers noticed me almost immediately, their eyes following me. Instead of going straight to where the skirts were, I started browsing, picking up vibrators and dildo's, whips, handcuffs and restraints in the bondage section, looking at them. Growing in confidence, feeling more daring, I crouched to look at a selection of lubricants on a bottom shelf. I opened my legs, nonchalantly displaying my cunt to everyone. I picked up one of the bottles, then touched myself between my legs. My pussy was soaking, gaping open. “I don't think I need this” I joked, putting the lube back on the shelf. I touched myself again, this time momentarily slipping a couple of fingers in my hole before I stood. I wandered over to the skirts, holding them in front of me checking their length. Everyone was openly watching me. I continued picking up skirts, holding them up, putting them back. If short was what he wanted, short he could have I decided, selecting the shortest one I could find. A Kitten skirt in a stretch wet look black fabric. I walked back to the mirror to try it on. I could see my reflection, naked tits jiggling, nipples erect, the hair between my legs wet, plastered to the skin around my sex. Jon was in conversation with the owner. Passing, I caught enough of what he was saying to realise he was telling him about me masturbating in front of the two guys and how it had turned me on. In front of the mirror, I pulled the skirt up my legs to my waist. Nine or ten inches long, if that, it was hardly more than the width of a wide belt and didn't cover my pussy. The woman in the couple who had been watching me, put down the strap on dildo she'd been examining and came over. She advised me that it was designed to be worn low on the hips, helped make the adjustments, tugging it down, her fingers touching my pussy several times. The skirt now covered my bum to the curve of my buttocks at the top of my thighs and covered my pussy – just. Except sitting that low whilst it hid my pussy, a line of my trimmed pubic hair peeped over the top. Jon came over. I stood still, listening as they discussed how low it should or could be worn. She said she wore similar skirts and wore them just high enough to conceal the top of her gash. “Like this” she said, pulling the skirt lower, uncovering more of my pubes and pubic mons. He was satisfied “Wear it like that and no knickers” He told me. I was already infatuated with Jon and willing to do anything to please him to ensure he continued to fuck me and of course guide me on my journey of sexual discovery. “Anything else you'd like Master” I asked jokingly. Back came his reply. “Just one thing. Shave your pussy” he instructed, putting his hand between my legs and groping my cunt. I'd regularly shaved my pussy at one time so that wasn't a problem and I told him that I'd shave as soon as I got home. Carrie, the women who'd helped was still nearby. “Why wait, everything you need is here” she said, helpfully rushing off to speak to the owner and find razors and gel before I could respond. I was sure she was a regular customer. Although I couldn't say why, I felt Jon knew her and some of the others too and it wasn't a coincidence they were there. The owner returned with Carrie, he had a bowl of warm water, and a towel she had the gel and razor. Everyone moved closer. Except for a couple of older men who hung back, trying to see what was going on. I had the distinct impression that Jon had set me up. I could have refused but shaved would give everyone an unimpeded view of my pussy an idea that I liked. “I imagine this is all a complete surprise to you” I lightly called to Jon. “Absolutely. I'd no idea” he replied unconvincingly. The owner suggested I sit on the counter then went over to the two men outside the group, told them he was closing for lunch, ushering them out, locking the door behind them and putting up the closed sign. I removed the skirt, hitched myself onto the counter, sat next to the bowl and towel. Carrie was standing close by, still holding the razor and Gel. “Do you want to shave yourself or shall I do it for you?” she asked. From the expression on Jon's face I don't think that was planned. It was obvious what she was suggesting would involve more than just shaving me. I had to make a quick decision. I was feeling uninhibited. I don't imagine that I'm the only woman who's curious to experience being intimately touched by another women. It's something that I can now freely admit to having thought about and occasionally fantasised doing. This was the first opportunity I'd had and I didn't refuse it. I opened my legs, exposing my cunt and asked her to shave my pussy for me. Though trimmed, I had a full bush covering my mons and between my legs. She offered me the gel to apply myself. I declined and looking her in the eye told her I wanted her to do everything. While I shuffled further onto the counter, drawing my legs up, spreading them wide, she squirted shaving gel on to her hand. I glanced at Jon, he had his phone out videoing me. I smiled at him but was then distracted by Carrie's hand touching my pussy, spreading the gel over my pubes. I sat up looking between my legs, jumped when her fingers touched my clitoral hood. She smiled, rubbing gel over and around my clit, softly caressing my button as it stiffened. Her gentle touch was more pleasing, teasing and sensuous than most men. “Do you like that?” she quietly asked. “Mmmm. It's nice” I replied breathily. She continued rubbing my clit for a few seconds longer. I murmured my disappointment when she stopped and picked up the razor. She laughed that I was a greedy bitch and said she might continue after she'd shaved me. I looked at Jon and the guys watching me. Six of them, including Carrie's partner, were probably in their 30's or early 40's, ordinary looking but none of them unattractive. They were in a group now near, closely watching me and Carrie. Carrie started to shave me, running the razor over my mound, frequently rinsing it, removing my pubes a stroke at a time. She moved on to between my legs, gripping my labia, stretching them, whilst she shaved around my hole. The first shave removed most of my pubes but left some tufts and partly cut hair. She re-lathered between my legs her fingers lingering on my clit, before she picked up the razor, re-shaved my pussy until I was bare and silky smooth. She wasn't quite finished. She told me to turn over and spread my buttocks. I knelt bum up, arse cheeks spread, displaying my anus for all to see while she removed the hair between my cunt and anus and around my bum hole. Finished, she wiped me clean, front and back with some fresh water and stood to one side while I lay back on the counter and spread my legs, proudly displaying my freshly shaved cunt to everyone. Jon moved close to me, began fingering me, everyone watching. In his other hand a 10” cock shaped vibrator, a gift from the owner he said. “Try it out now” he told me. They were all watching expectantly waiting for me perform a sex act on myself. I reached to take it, instead of handing it to me he gave it to Carrie who moved between my open legs. I felt a frisson of excitement, flushed and aroused, as Carrie spread my legs wider. She bent over me, lowered her head and began sucking my nipples. They were so hard they almost hurt but it was a delicious sensation. She ran her tongue around each nipple then licked down over my navel, closer and closer to my pussy. My tummy muscles tensed as her head disappeared between my legs and she started flicking my clitoris with her tongue. I can hardly find the words to describe it. For a start there was the pleasure of her smooth skin against mine, instead of a guys rough face against my thighs and pussy. That was just a bonus in comparison to what she was doing with her tongue and lips. It felt amazing. Perhaps only another woman truly knows what will excite and arouse another woman. She performed the most awesome cunnilingus on me, much, much better than any man. She licked, sucked, probed and nibbled my pussy for four or five minutes. I lay squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, gasping and sighing that I was going to cum. I felt the first wave of warmth spreading out from my cunt. She wiggled her tongue inside me. Sucked my clitoris. I started to cum. She brought me to orgasm then quickly raised her head, replacing her tongue with the fingers of one hand, vigorously stroking my clit. In the other hand she held the vibrator. She slid the tip into my cunt, twisting and turning it, coating the surface with my sex juices, pushing it deeper into my fuck hole. My orgasm had been subsiding, but quickly started to build again. Flutters, warmth radiating out, centred on my cunt. Unbelievably for me, I was soon close to climaxing again. She switched the vibrator on, most of its length in my cunt, a bulge near the base vibrating against my clitty. She held it there, tormenting me. I begged her to fuck me with it. She teased me a little longer then obliged, sliding it in and out of my cunt, whilst at the same time sucking my nipples until I was writhing on the counter having a second more intense orgasm. I could have laid there all afternoon letting her lick, suck and fuck me with the vibe,maybe reciprocate and return the favour and go down on Cassie, but time was getting on. She, like me, had to return to work. While I cleaned myself and dressed I could see her and the guys with Jon, chatting out of earshot. By then I was certain that most of what had happened had been planned and they were plotting something else. I left with Jon carrying our purchases and gifts. I asked what he'd been talking about with the other customers. He told me I'd have to wait and see. Which I'm afraid is what you will have to do. If you want me to continue that is. Luv Kate xxx