Snapshots
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First snapshot: she is sitting in the passenger seat of a car, looking out
of the window: a scene of suburban houses and gardens is visible through the
window. She is wearing an expensive-looking cashmere sweater and an
ankle-length cotton skirt. Leather sandals peep out from beneath the folds
of her skirt.

"Where to?" he asked. "Mainz." she replied. "Why?" "To see the Gutenberg
museum, of course." "And the real reason?" "So I can surprise you in a way
that I couldn't possibly do in our home town." "Surprise me?" "Yes, like
this..." "What on earth have you done to your jeans?" "Oh I just cut a
little off. Don't you like it?" "I love it. There's not a great deal left,
though." "That's the whole idea. Do you like the vest?" "All I can say is
that you'd better not move around too much in it!" "You know me--I can never
keep still." "I'd better make sure you don't get yourself molested or
arrested or something. Have you got any more surprises for me?" "You know
the big dildo that you bought me as a secret Christmas present?" "Yes. What
about it?" "Well, I'm wearing it." "Where?" "Ask a silly question,
mister..."

Second snapshot: she is leaning against a wall outside the Gutenberg museum.
The street is fairly busy and one or two people look curiously at her. She
seems rather excited and flushed. She is leaning with one shoulder against
the wall, while the other arm curls down so that her hand is pressed against
her crotch. She is wearing a white vest that has been cut very high so that
it just covers her breasts. The white material contrasts nicely with her
suntan. Her denim shorts have also been cut very high at the hip--they now
look more like swimwear--and almost half of each buttock is exposed.

"Every man on this street is looking at you." "Then let them look. I love
it. They all want me, but they can't have me. Only you can have me." "How
does IT feel?" "I can feel it every step, every movement I make. God, it's
big. I didn't think it would be so big. But it feels good, it feels really
good." "Are you going to come?" "No--it's not like that." "Then what is it
like?" "It's just very, very arousing. I'm so horny I could almost die. So
horny I could fuck you right here and now." "Maybe that's going a bit
far..." "You've got a better idea?" "Perhaps we could check out the
University park, have some lunch, and allow you to cool off a little." "OK,
but only as long as I get to sunbathe topless..."

Third snapshot: she is reclining on one elbow on a blanket in a small park.
Other sunbathers and couples are visible in the background. One of her hands
holds a sandwich, while the other is stroking one of her breasts. She is
wearing only the denim shorts, and the suntan oil on her near-naked body
gleams in the sunlight. Her nipples are quite erect.

"Are you sure that it was such a good idea going to a sex shop? Every man
here has his eyes glued to your body." "I love it. Besides, don't you like
getting new toys to play with?" "Yes I do, but..." "Excuse me...what's this
spiky-looking thing?" "It's called Joni's Butterfly, madame." "And what do
you do with it?" "It straps into place around the waist and thighs, and this
keeps the vibrator pressed against the clitoris and the labia." "Neat. And
the little box?" "That contains the batteries, the on/off switch and the
speed control." "And how about these two balls on a string?" "Those are
called Ben-Wa balls: they are inserted into the vagina. Any
movement--walking, dancing, riding--will make them move against each other
and create a sensation that is quite unique." "We'll take both the butterfly
and the balls." "Thank you." "Hey, have a look at all these vibrators down
here..."

Fourth snapshot: she is bending down to look at the collection of vibrators
on the bottom shelf in what is obviously a sex shop. Every man in the room
is staring at her body. Her shorts are drawn up tight between her buttocks
and nearly all of her right breast can be seen from this angle.

"What took you so long in the toilets? The waiter's already been and gone."
"I was trying on the Joni's Butterfly." "You mean you...?" "No. Not yet, at
least..." "So, where have you put the control box?" "Right here in my
pocket...hey, you leave that alone!" "So you're still wearing it? We can
have some fun here..." "You wouldn't dare...oh!" "Wouldn't I? After the way
that you've been teasing me all day? You know me better than that. I'm going
to make it go faster and faster until you come." "Look at all the people
around us! You can't do this to me. You just can't. Please?" "You've only
got one choice--you can come loudly, or you can try to keep it quiet--but
I'm not going to stop it until you come..."

Fifth snapshot: she is sitting at a small table in the corner of a crowded
restaurant. Her hands are clenched on the tabletop, her face is quite
flushed and her expression is extremely agitated. She is again wearing the
cashmere sweater and the long skirt.

"What made you so keen on going to a nightclub tonight?" "Well, the shop
assistant did mention dancing..." "You haven't!" "I have." "Not content with
having one orgasm in a busy restaurant, you want to have another in the
middle of a crowded dancefloor?" "Oh, I just love it when people look at me,
and wonder..."

Sixth snapshot: she is frozen in motion in the middle of a dancefloor. There
are people all around and many are looking in her direction. Her arms are
raised high, and she exudes vitality and energy. Her long skirt billows
around her and her cropped vest has risen up to expose the lower half of her
breasts.

"Hmm...what's this I feel down here? Has my dancing turned you on?" "And
about half the people in this nightclub, I'd guess." "Only half? I 'm sure
it was more than that." "Hey...put that back in!" "If I sit on your lap, my
skirt will cover us both and no-one will see." "And you've already removed
your panties and the Ben-Wa balls, so that you can slip it in easily. Very
cunning. How did you manage that?" "Forget the detective work, please. I
want to concentrate on what we're doing right now. Oh...yes!" "And there's
hundreds of...ah... people all around us...uh... who don't have a...oh...
clue what...ah... we're...unh... doing..." "Yes. Oh...yes... oh...yes...
oh... oh... oh...yes... Yes... YES!" "Phew! That was a fabulous one--I'd
swear I saw the sun and the moon and the stars all coming together with me."
"Me too, but I'm still horny--I've got a whole day's horniness to get
through, and I'd really love to keep on going." "Well I'm pooped. How about
we go back to the car, turn up the heater, and on the way home you can
indulge yourself as much as you like..."

Seventh snapshot: she is again sitting in the passenger seat of the car. The
blurs of moving lights are vaguely visible in the darkness through the car
window. One hand is holding a large dildo that is half-inserted into her
vagina, the other holds a small vibrator against her clitoris. Her face is
contorted with ecstasy and the muscles of her limbs and torso are visibly
strained. She is completely nude.

"You'd better get dressed now--we're almost home." "OK. Gee, I'm exhausted."
"Why aren't I at all surprised about that...?"