Ginger pulled into a parking place up close to the natatorium and started to unload. It was just eight-thirty, still early for the Sunday morning beach crowd, though soon the place would be packed. All she had was her bag with breakfast in it, the Sunday paper, and a beach mat. She had brewed a thermos of coffee at home and picked up some corn bread at a bakery on her way down.
She spread out her mat on the sand, still cool from the night, sat down cross-legged and started to eat while browsing through the paper.
This was one part of her weekly routine that she tried hard to hang on to. She was so busy between school, the club, and spending time with Ralph that she sometimes lost her sense of self. Sunday morning was her chance to get focused, to just be with herself, and to make plans for the week. Sometimes it was hard to get up in time, but the payoff was that Sunday morning at San Souci was the province of families with young children and the old folks. She could usually count on an hour or two of peach before the inevitable pick-up attempts would begin.
Flipping through the paper she noticed an add for those chiffon pleated pants she had seen in the store window Friday. The add copy was quite reserved, which suited the image of the store, stressing how elegant they looked. Elegant, yes, but as sexy as a pair of harem pants. She couldn't help wondering how they felt on, and promised herself a shopping trip to find out just as soon as she could.
On another page her eyes were caught by an ad by one of the hip, young boutiques, for bell bottom pants which looked a lot like the ones she and Lynn had just bought. The add copy gushed about what an attention getter they would be at your next party, but judging from the price and what she knew of the store she guessed that they were just cheap polyester, not nearly as sensuous as hers. Still, she was pleased to see them presented in a sexy way, and hoped that more girls would pick up on how hot this look could be.
The thought of so many women seeing these ads, trying on the clothes, and wearing them out made her cunt tingle. Surely some of them would feel the way she did, enjoying them as much for how good they felt as how sexy they looked. And, if they were lucky, the man in their life would notice too.
As much as she loved Ralph and his big, macho cock, she still regretted the fact that the only look that drove him bonkers was a high school cheerleader. She never minded dressing that way just for him, especially since it paid off so handsomely in the end. It also let her wear her pleated skirt, which even after four years was an electrifying turn-on for her. Still, it was not something she could do in public, and she loved being out with a guy who was so turned on by what she wore that he just couldn't wait to get her alone.
Lingering over her coffee, she read the comics, some of the classifieds, and most of the around-town news. Finally she decided that it was time to get started with the next phase of the morning's activities, to give herself enough time to enjoy it thoroughly and still get some studying done before Carol's party.
She gathered up the paper and walked back to her car, where she exchanged it for a foam body surfing board. Next she went over to the hotel to use the bathroom. There, in the toilet stall, she took from her bag her best, three ball ben-wa set and slipped it inside her cunt. The walk back to her beach mat was much more interesting, the balls inside her tingling and nudging with the most delicate sensations.
She took the body surfing board down to the water's edge, wadded out a few yards, and hopped on. Then she paddled out past the edge of the natatorium wall, to the point where the swells come past nice and strong. Depending on the tide, she could usually find a place where two sets of swells came together via different paths around the reef, causing the little board to bob around in a wild yet gentle frenzy. There was little to do then but relax, basking in the late morning heat, and focus her attention on the gentle coaxing coming from between her legs. She didn't always come this way, but she always enjoyed it.
Her first thoughts were of last night. Ralph had of course missed the game, using the time for some private workout at the gym that was one reason for his success. But, even though they made it to the post-game party he hadn't been much fun. He almost fell asleep a couple times, and she finally had to put her foot down and insist that they leave. She didn't bother to spend the night at his place, both because he would fall asleep as soon as they got there and it made getting away to the beach like this harder. Friday night had been wonderful, and she didn't want to spoil that memory.
Earlier in the evening she had had a great time with Maxine and Judy at the stadium. Those two were unbelievably wicked when it came to checking out the guys, and their enthusiasm proved to be contagious. Having a full blown, all the way to the tips of your toes orgasm out there in public was not new to her, but that had been the first time she had shared the experience. And it had been nice, very nice, sitting there with Maxine on one side and Judy on the other, whispering lewd things about the gorgeous hunks a few rows down in front while squirming and shouting to cheer on the home team and stifle the cries of passion.
The memory of that wild time made her cunt warm and juicy. How different it was now, though, much more gentle and less direct. The jeans she had worn had been carefully selected with just such a purpose in mind; very tight, with a bulky, double sewn crotch seam to pull up tight against her cunt. Then, to make it better, she had added tucks around the top to pull the waist in, which caused the pants to ride higher on her hips. This made the inseam dig in hard, which provided lots of pressure on her clit. All it took was the right frame of mind and a little rocking movement to get off.
Maxine had dressed like a real ivy leaguer in a long, full suede skirt, bulky sweater, and high leather boots. She had assured her companions that her senses were being taken care of, and sure enough, during their mid-game bathroom run she had let them peek at what she had on underneath. The sight had made Ginger's heart skip a beat. She had seen plenty of pictures of women in cock harnesses, and several in the flesh, but still when she saw one it took her breath away. Until then, Maxine and just worn the tight leather harness under her outfit, but in the toilet stall she took out a soft rubber dildo, lubed it with some jelly, and stuffed it inside her. The base attached to the crotch strap, so that it would stay firmly in place.
Judy had decided to dress hot. Where she got it Ginger had no idea, but she wore a skin tight leather jump suit that fit her like a glove. The outer seam of the legs was slit up to the waist and drawn tightly together with laces through eyelets. The bust was heavily darted, molding the leather tightly around her breasts. She practically had to peal the thing off to go shi-shi, and when she was through she had Ginger tie the halter top around her neck while she stood bent over, so that when she stood straight it yanked the crotch up hard between her legs.
The remainder of the game was a bit of a blur to her, as the three of them had their attention on other things. Poor Maxine had suffered the worst, moaning and shuddering from the feeling of the dildo sliding around inside her. Judy had insisted that she keep it there, and Ginger had joined her on that point and taken the lead in pointing out attractive young men and whispering lewd comments about what the three might do with each. The overall effect was surprisingly arousing, and sent Maxine into convulsions several times. All in all it had been a most memorable game, even if she wasn't sure about the final score.
Her thoughts rolled back, to her day with Lynn. That had been quite a day. Image after image filled her mind, and each pushed her a little further toward her goal. The sight of Lynn in her white pleated skirt had been almost more than she could bear. She had worn it the same way countless times all through college, relishing the delicate sensations of the cool pleats tickling her ass and thighs. She knew all too well how frustrating it could be getting turned on by that feeling only to have no direct contact where you wanted it the most.
She herself had masturbated with the skirt many times, laying back on the edge of the bed and drawing it up and down between her legs, stifling screams of agony when the edges of the pleats made contact with her clit. She had never found anything else that produced quite the same sensation, a blend of pain and pleasure that slowly built to an incredible release. She had always been on the lookout for pleated things that might work as well, and had found a crystal pleated shear nylon nightgown that came pretty close. As good as it was, the fabric was just too light to bear down and rub good and hard over her clit. When she used it she could sustain the feeling for a long time, but she usually failed to get over the hump and had to touch her clit, if only for a few seconds, to make herself come.
She thought about Lynn, imagining her naked, tied to the table in that equipment room they had used. She saw herself dragging the pleated skirt up and down between Lynn's legs, watching gleefully as Lynn screamed and bucked and begged her to stop. The thought made her cunt twinge, and little jabs of pleasure sprung from the ben wa balls and shot through her body.
She wanted to pursue the awakening feelings coming from inside her, and began to slowly kick while positioning her body so that the rear edge of the board pressed as close as possible to her cunt. Visions of her time with Lynn on Friday danced in her mind, augmented and expanded far beyond what actually happened to a strange realm of fantasy. Lynn, dressed in a white, full length gown made of the same sensuous pleated fabric as her little skirt, a group of men standing around her in a circle, naked, their hands tied behind their backs, their cocks held out by pre-pubescent girls dressed like Lynn but in pastel shades of blue and yellow. Lynn danced to some strange, powerful music, like Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, spinning and spinning, and as she did so her dress touched the cocks of the men all around her, young, handsome men with well developed biceps and cute little asses. One by one their cocks were swept briefly by the swirling crystal pleats, and each time their faces contorted in pleasure and agony. It was a contest, yes, a contest to decide who would get to sleep with her. For the month. The contest was held once a month, at the end of her menstrual cycle, and all the young men from the village could enter. She and the other girls were from the temple, and to sleep with them, to make love with them, was to be imbued with the most powerful life-giving power imaginable. The man who came first won the contest. It sounded simple enough, but it could take hours to build up to the pitch required to come under such circumstances. Only the strongest and most sincere could endure it to the end.
Ginger was pleased with herself, both for dreaming up such an odd but curiously sensual fantasy and for the burning pleasure it had produced for her own body. It was ironic, she thought, that the men in the fantasy were undergoing something similar to what she was here at the beach, a long, drawn-out period of sexual arousal with no easy way to end it.
Her thoughts shifted, to the Friday night session at Elle Elle, when Lynn had surprised everyone by going all the way to orgasm just from Ginger tickling her tits. She wished now that she could have another chance, and tried to imagine what would be nice to try. She had really enjoyed the success of those polished brass fingers. Dipping them in ice water had be quite devilish, and it had produced just the effect she had hoped for. She also enjoyed the ravishing feel of those nylon pants from Carol's, and hit on an interesting combination.
She imagined Lynn standing, her arms held high over her head by ropes, just as she had been Friday night. But instead of panties she wore those wicked looking pants.
The thought of running those metal fingers over Lynn's body dressed that way really excited her. A set of waves came in, sending the ben wa walls into wild gyrations inside her throbbing cunt. She kicked harder, grinding her crotch as much as she could against the board. She felt an orgasm rising, but it was still a long way off.
She decided to push her fantasy farther. She wanted to use a leather harness like Maxine's on Lynn, one of those simple but effective tools the S&M fans loved so much, consisting of nothing more than a collection of narrow straps carefully arranged to apply constant pressure to the most sensitive erogenous zones.
First she would need to modify the pants, splitting the front seam down where it passed over her crotch, to make a small opening that would expose Lynn's cunt. Then she could add the harness over the pants and still see it doing its wicked business. The harness was simple, a metal ring in front, between the breasts, and a matching one in back. Two straps ran over each breast, just above and below the nipples, the ends attached to the rings. Two more straps running up, one over each shoulder, again fastened to the rings front and back. Then one long strap running down between her legs, pulling up hard into her cunt, the lips swelling out around each edge. Perhaps a broad belt around the waist the keep it in place.
Her breathing started to come harder as she thought of Lynn dressed that way. But she wanted more, something like she had seen in an S&M comic from Japan, part of the club's collection. She had considered it absurd when she had seen it, but now the thought of it burned in her mind, a fantasy that, like much of S&M, was probably more effect as a dream.
The special thing she wanted was a small hole in the crotch strap, at the point where it covered Lynn's clit. Not a round hole, more like a four pointed star, so that four little pointed fingers of leather surrounded her clit. When her clit got hard it would poke through the opening, the little fingers grabbing it and rubbing up and down the shaft.
A chill swept through her as she tried to imagine how this would feel. Every little move Lynn made would result in the most intense sensations imaginable from her clit. Ginger probably broke out in a sweat thinking about it, but bouncing over the surf as she was there was no way to tell.
All she had to do was tease Lynn, to caress her with the icy metal fingers, and the harness would do the rest. She would tease her for as long as possible, tickling every spot she could find. At first her goal would be to keep Lynn close to coming without letting her go all the way. Finally, when Lynn had endured as much of that as possible, she would push her over the edge, then keep her there, not letting up, urging her on to orgasm after orgasm.
Ginger's excitement was fun, but she was nowhere close to coming and it was time to go. She knew that she might eventually get there if she kept up the little game for an hour or two more, but she had to get some studying done. So, she decided to bring out plan "B," one that would virtually guarantee as much excitement as she could stand.
She picked up what few things she had with her and walked back to her car. Before getting in she pulled out a beach sarong/skirt and wrapped it around her hips.
She made a bee-line for one of her favorite dark corners in Honolulu, which happened to be the parking structure at one of the better hotels. The place was deserted at this time of the morning, and she had no difficulty finding a secluded parking place. She tugged up the hem of her skirt and slid off her bikini bottom. Then she plucked out the ben wa balls, wrapped them in her bikini bottom and tucked them into her beach tote. Finally she zipped open the workout bag and pulled out one of her dildo seats, the one with the bristly dildo that worked so well on her g-spot.
Her cunt was wet from her long period of arousal at the beach, not to mention her anticipation of what she had in mind. She carefully settled down on in, moaning with relief as both dildos drove home. Then she carefully arranged her skirt around her legs so that nothing showed, started the car, and drove back to the guard shack. She had done it all well within the fifteen minute grace period, so the whole thing was free.
Then she went cruising, first down Kalakaua, then over to Ala Moana beach park. By the time she got there she was quivering with pleasure, so much so that driving was nearly impossible. She had the windows up and the air conditioning on, the dark tint on the windows allowing her to pass by in anonymity. Every little bump caused waves of pleasure to shoot through her, and just in case someone did get a look at her she sung along to her favorite rock station in hopes that it would mask her facial contortions.
Her mind drifted back to Lynn, wearing the harness. She still found it strange that in her four years with Elle Elle she had never been interested in the idea of using a harness, yet this weekend it kept turning up in her fantasies. First there had been her fantasy on Friday night, where she had been the victim, and now this one, with Lynn as the victim as herself as the tormentor.
Still thinking about Lynn, she added a second fantasy involving Ralph. The two of them were alone in a huge basketball arena. She was dressed as a cheerleader, in fact she was a member of the squad. He was wearing his game uniform. It was late at night, and no one was around. They were at center court, and they started to play, kissing and fondling each other. In no time at all he had his shorts off, and she wasn't wearing any panties. He made love to her, right there on the wooden floor. His cock was immense inside her, and he pumped it in and out with the strength of a steam engine. She was completely beside herself from the feel of him pounding away at her cunt, pleased also to know how much it excited him to have her this way.
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The images of Lynn and Ralph swam through her head, each rising up in turn to further her own excitement. The sensations coming from her crotch were so intense as to almost be painful, so strong that they seemed to ward off the very orgasm they were about to induce. She bounced around in her seat like a person possessed, up and down, side to side, her g-spot in agony from the tiny bumps that bristled over the tip of the firm rubber dildo stuck her cunt.
She concentrated on the image of Lynn, zooming in on a close-up of her cunt, visualizing the strap pulling up into her and her clit poking out through the little star shaped hole. At the same time she thought of Ralph fucking her on the hard wooden floor of the empty arena. The dildos inside her were his cock, pounding her, driving her wild. She put her face to Lynn's cunt and took her clit between her lips, sucking it hard, pulling it through the little hole. Lynn screamed as it rubbed against the points of the star, her pleasure as intense as what she was receiving from the dildo scratching over her g-spot.
In seconds her orgasm was upon her, frightening in its intensity. It rose up so suddenly that she was taken completely by surprise. It felt as if her cunt had been struck by lightening and the current had shot up her spine and exploded in her head. It was over in a flash, but no sooner had she become aware of her surroundings than another struck, almost as intense but longer in duration.
She was too weak to get the dildo seat out from under her, while at the same time a part of her took perverse pleasure in demanding that she leave it be and suffer the effects, much as she wanted Lynn to suffer.
Once again she had managed to pull her stunt off without swerving into a parked car or running down a pedestrian. As she recovered she noticed that she had slowed almost to a stop. She gritted her teeth and pushed on the gas, every movement an agony as the dildos squirmed inside her. She refused to abandon the thought that she was bound to the seat in some S&M ritual. The drive home would be torture, but the prospect thrilled her.