Author's Note

Miss Tress's POV

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In the Changing Room: 3

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”I think I know what you would like..” April explains, as she is looking at me.

”Yes...” I respond, eagerly looking up at the tube inserted in her vagina, covering the petals of her orchid and glistering with wet lubrication. (Even if I have no way to know it is lubrication, causing the effects of what I see; taking it as a sign of her obvious excitement, which is not quite as far of as one should have been expecting)

”I thought so!” she giggles in excitement, as she can see clearly where my eyes are focusing.

”Thank you...” I exclaim, with pleading eyes looking up at her; straining to lift my gaze, to focus on her eyes.

”The sense of knowing; you can't disturb anyone, with your screams?” she inquires and I nod; “or, excited by the prospect of being at my mercy?” she inquires; I find myself nodding my head emphatically.

”While I can see quite clearly, you have posed yourself in preparation..” she points out, emphatically; nod if you are willing to play with me, or shake your head if you rather wish for something else?” she inquires, I nod my head in confirmation.

”Then, by all means..” she mouths, indicating for me to begin.

My eyes, locked onto her glistering vagina; gaze locked, as I am focusing as best I can on what I desire so eagerly.

”I just hope, I am as tasty and juicy as you imagine..” she offers; “I am quite eager to share!” she then continues, bidding me to get right ahead.

”Yesss.. Yesss.. Yesss...” I mouth, as I start to move my mouth towards her delicious treat.

I can see her moving forwards, meeting me halfway; before she is pressing me backwards, forcing me to lean back up against the wall behind me. Not harsh, or forcefully; just enough, to secure me pinned up against the wall behind me.

With her hands on my shoulders, my lips soon find what I had been so eager to find; my lips already parted in anticipation, as my tongue slip out and approach her. As the tip of my tongue is reaching its target; I find her just as wet as I had been expecting, hoping. Slippery wetness sliding under the tip of my tongue. I taste the excitement she had built up, just for me; or so I had been imagining; but she still is quite excited by me all the same.

I find her deliciously wet, exciting me no end; I can not help myself, or pull back at this point.

”She is incredibly delicious..” I realize; “so wet, so delicious..” I continue; “I never would have imagined, in a million years..”I ponder; as I continue to lap at her perpetually wet orchid, my tongue delicately slipping and sliding over each of its petals in turn.

I had never consciously looked for a girl before, not that I could recall. Yet; now I am entrapped by one, one who is exciting me more than I had thought I had been able to be. Should I feel shamed, be ashamed of myself? Why? What's the point? I love it. I had just found myself loving this moment and how it feels. How she had made me feel.

I am distracted. I don't realize where I am or even what I am doing.

If I am oblivious of where I am, what I am doing; I am equally oblivious of what her, not to mention what she is doing.

I simply enjoy myself, what I am experiencing and how it feels. How she makes me feel.

While I do hear her sighs and moans, she slips her hands down my back; her fingers slowly and carefully exploring my back, on their leisurely way down towards my exposed rump.

Without even realizing it, I soon feel the tips of her fingers teasing and caressing the outer rim of my anus; before they continue to slide in, effortlessly. I had no say, even if I could have pronounced the words to protest; which I currently had found myself incapable of, but I am excited and enjoy her advances.

As the tips of her fingers slide over the muscle, I find myself slowly growing excited.

I can not help myself; I am like soft clay, in her eager hands.

My lips forming an oh, as they slowly contract around her orchid as my tongue slowly caresses the petals of her orchid.

With each stroke of her fingers, I find myself growing more and more excited as she continuously keeps stimulating me; even if it's not how I had pictured her exciting me, or how I had pictured the one exciting me to be.

Apparently, she had distracted me to the degree; I don't even notice if and when one hand or the other slips away. Only to return with a measure of lubrication, aimed at and intended for my anus; as she continues to slide the tips of my fingers over the edge of my anus over and over repeatedly and seemingly perpetually. However; I enjoy the feeling and feelings elicited in the process of her action.

Shouldn't I? Why? I enjoy it. She is stimulating me. I enjoy how she is exciting me with the tips of her fingers as I find my anus growing progressively wetter and slipperier in the process.

I enjoy the process, as she continuously caresses in the lubrication into the very flesh of my anus; even through the tube she had incited me to insert, while the lubrication slowly saturates my flesh as it affects me.

She is feeling how the entrance of my anus slowly grows into the stiff rubbery substance the lubricant had been formulated for. Meanwhile, the flesh of my anus grows progressively elastic in the process. A process I am currently unaware of, even as I am enjoying the effects she is enforcing upon me as she is inciting me to enjoy her.

”Yesss.. Yesss.. Yesss...” I mouth, lips forming a distinct oh; “Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh..” I sigh, soundlessly; muted by the tube I had inserted into my mouth, mere minutes before.

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I slide my hands down her back, feeling the smooth skin under the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands in the process; soon reaching the target, her anus.

Once my hands had reached the target, I slip the tips of my fingers in; before I start caressing the muscle with diligent care, teasing and exciting the girl I have before me.

”Oh, oh; oh, oh; oh, oh..” I sigh in delight as her tongue is slipping over the petals of my slippery wet orchid.

As I have the flesh of her anus properly saturated, I just tease her for a few minutes as I slip my fingers in an inch or two deeper; taking a firm grip, before I dilate her and pull back just enough to play with the effect.

Inch by inch, I feel the resistance mount; up until the point, where I let go only for her to experience the recoil. Her eyes instantly wide open, as she feels the tight rebound. Soundlessly yelping; her tongue slipping into me, pushing in firmly into me, only to feel me contract around her.

Just as I find myself contracting around her tongue, just as it shoots into my vagina; I slowly starts gyrate my hips, teasing her as her tongue stretches in order to keep up with my movement.

I whistle in delight, as her tongue is forced into sliding and twisting within me.

Her eyes remaining wide open, as I start gyrating; teasing her further, only to excite her even further.

”You like?” I inquire; as I am looking down at her face, firmly held in place as her tongue remains firmly stuck deep within my vagina. (far deeper; than she could possibly have dreamt of, too)

”Y- yess..” she mouths, soundlessly; her tongue insistently stuck inside my vagina, and still perfectly mute for as long as the tube is inserted into her mouth.

As she continues, maintaining her tongue inside me; I find myself panting in excitement, as she stimulates and excites me with her tongue.

”H- how d- did she do t- that?” she ponders, as it sinks in, what I had just done to her; even if she had no idea as to the consequences on her part, or how I had done it in the first place.

Of course, I had enjoyed teasing her; as a matter of fact, I still do enjoy teasing her in this manner for a good long while longer. Well, why shouldn't I?

She certainly has not complained, yet. No sign of her being about to complain any time soon. I don't picture her seeing a reason to, considering everything I have been doing for her.

While her face remains between my legs, but I still do not have the slightest of signs to the account of her discomfort or displeasure. As far as I can read, she is rather excited.

My hands choose to slide back down, towards her rump; only for my fingers to slide in, teasing her wet entrance.

”Let's have some fun, and see how she reacts?” I ponder; “So slippery..” I mouth; “so deliciously wet, I could play with her all day!” I conclude; knowing full well I can't stay with her, for all that long.

Nonetheless, I caress the slippery and wet flesh just an inch or two inside her anus. Teasing her with an even cadence, in order to see if she is picking up on it.

”Oo-oh, oo-oh..” she mouths, with each time I rub the muscle just inside her anus; ”Oo-oh, oo-oh; oo-oh, oo-oh; oo-oh, oo-oh..” she continues, as I am maintaining the cadance.

I feel her excitement, as I am stimulating her further and further, with each time a finger slide over her wet inside. I enjoy the moment of play, as her excitement is building up to its natural and unavoidable conclusion; sliding the tips of my fingers over the slippery surface in and out, in and out further and further into her.

Just as I feel her orgasm hitting home; I grab a firm grip and pull out, dilating her before I pull back firmly in a single fluid motion.

As I maintain the grip, maintaining her dilated; I feel her stiff, yet delightfully squishy flesh under the tips of my fingers as I playfully maintain her dilation in my grip. Teasing her, as she stays excited.

”Oh, oh, oh!” she exclaims, soundlessly into my orchid.

”She truly know how to play me..” she realizes, as I hold her dilated and force her to endure the excitement to the point where she is experiencing a second and third orgasm in quick succession.

“I will just have to introduce you, to a few aspects of this later; if you don't mind!” I offer her.

For a moment, I enjoy playing her; feeling each consecutive orgasm, as she is experiencing them.

While I could have continued; I can not stay with her in the booth indefinitely. I will have to let her go. I had known it all along, of course; I guess I had even planned it this way, offering the time to a dozen people I was expecting to enjoy what I had to offer them.

I had not made a difference between girls or boys; just picking them from both rooms, based on who I had been expecting to enjoy it the most.

If he, or she likes what I have to offer, reacting with acceptance and excitement; who am I co question further, when I can have a moment in good fun? I had made my choice, my selection; the first is about to prove a success.

She had accepted the offer, she certainly is excited. Even to this point, as I am playing on top of her.

I maintain her rump/anus in a firm grip, as I am dilating her and pulling back.

Since she continues to eat me, her tongue lolling deep within me; I consider it a victory, a success.

As the time when I have to retreat is growing near; I once more start to dilate her further as I continue to pull back, only to let go and watch her react upon the experience I am submitting her to.

Now I am slowly pulling back, retreating from her; just waiting for her tongue to slip out of me. As her tongue finally do slip out of me, she experiences it snapping back into place.

”Could you slip your fingers into your rump, in order to relive this on your own?” I inquire.

She nods, so I help her and guide her hands into position; pushing her hands, permitting her fingers to slip in.

”I'll be back, in a moment; you just wait here..” I offer, as I am opening the door to her booth and step out.

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As she is guiding my hands; I find my fingers slipping into my anus, the tips of my fingers slowly sliding over the tight entrance.

”Whoa..” I exclaim, without any sound passing over my lips; as I am still mute, for as long as the oral tube is inside.

”There, there..” she pronounces; “Now, if you just caress the muscle as your fingers slide further, before you take a firm grip!” she is suggesting, urgently inciting me, to slide further down her rabbit hole.

”Whoa!” I exclaim; “I am slippery and wet..” I continue; “Delicious and exciting!” I conclude.

On her urging, I soon manage to get a secure grip; after I had slipped the tips of my fingers in, caressing myself in the process. I guess I just could not help myself.

Once I had managed to acquire a secure grip, I slowly pull my hands outwards and thus dilate myself with what initially is frightening ease; just that I soon experience increasing resistance, slowly pulling my hands back.

While I am dilating, pulling my hands back; I am distracted, thus fails to notice her stepping out.

I am still distracted, as she returns to me; entering the booth, within which I am still sitting.

”Smile!” she pronounces.

Without a thought, I smile, in excitement; and she slowly applies a lip-gloss onto my lips. I feel the crystal-clear gel she is coating my lips with, as she is applying it; now leaving my lips slippery and wet.

”Have a sip..” she offers me, just as she had finished applying the lip-gloss onto my lips; uncapping the bottle and placing it before me, slipping the tip in between my now smooth lips.

I feel the liquid slipping into my mouth, slowly filling my mouth; only for me to finally realizing it is not water, on the account of the high viscosity and the obvious lack of fizzy bubbles.

Should I have been panicked? She is with me, I can still breathe through my nose.

Should I have been expecting the liquid to flow down my throat? Apparently; most of the content of the first sip is just absorbed in my mouth. Leaving my tongue slippery and wet as if coated with lubrication.

It is curious. The slippery wetness is exciting me. Excitement building up with the content absorbed.

She had excited me, already; by stimulating me, as she was playing with me.

As the liquid in my mouth subsides, the building or built up pressure is subsiding. She pours more of the liquid known as lubrication into my mouth, as I had swallowed most of what she had offered me a moment before.

In this fashion, I am gulping down her proffered beverage, sip by sip, until the bottle is empty.

However I had swallowed nothing. The highly viscous liquid had been absorbed in my mouth, then further and further down my throat. Until the bottle is empty.

Of course I had accepted her proffered drink, even if I had assumed it to be water initially. Fizzy, or not; but I had been assuming it to be water. Why shouldn't I?

Not that I had been consciously thirsty, but I had accepted the offer; greedily gulping down each and every drop, gulp by gulp. The liquid lubricant is leaving my mouth slippery and wet; I am enjoying this, in my excited state. With this, I will be enjoying it later; even as the excitement subsides, after she walks out the door. Naturally.

Since I had been excited, the excitement clearly visible in my facial expression; the lip-gloss coating my lips, had caught this expression of excitement. Had she chosen to tease me, in order to plaster the perpetually excited smile onto my lips; leaving me with the expression?

A thin layer of highly elastic Silicone, coating my lips; leaving my lips slippery and perfectly smooth. Should I complain? Yet; since I had enjoyed this, I can not come up with a reason to.

While I am still distracted, she is once more slipping her bathing-suit on; before she is leaving the intimacy of the booth I had chosen, for changing into and out of my swim-wear while I am here.

The door is closed behind her, as she is stepping out and she is gone.

”Will I ever see her?” I ponder.

As I am looking around; I notice a small package, initially looking like plastic; I will later realize is Silicone, with room for each of my three inserted tubes she offered me.

”She had not asked me to extract either of the tubes or extracted them by herself, before she let; I take it as a statement, these tubes are a gift: from her to me..” I realize; “as a thanks for the time I had offered her, as she had been playing with me?” I continue.

I certainly had enjoyed it, even if I had not known what she was offering. Ignorant of the consequences of accepting her proffered gifts, in the form of these simple tubes now inserted into each of my orifices. Just as I am still ignorant; as to the effect of accepting the act of the play, as well as the application of the lubrication she was applying to my flesh.

Just as I had enjoyed it, I still am; and I feel certain, I will be enjoying it in the future as well.

If it is by her hand, or my own; what's the difference, I had been enjoying it. I had enjoyed her company, and she had made me enjoy what she had to offer. Shouldn't I? Why? It had just felt right, and it still does; even after she had left the room, leaving me with time to make up my own mind without her influence. She had been careful and gentle about it, giving me all the time I need; even if I guess I may have said no, if I had been asked up front.

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