Poking a Sleeping Bear Pt. 01

Barbara was living a fairy tale life.

She was married to her childhood sweetheart. They met in eighth grade and dated all through high school where she was the head cheerleader, Homecoming and Prom Queen alongside his "King".

She was President of the Student Council and he was Class Valedictorian.

When he received a full athletic scholarship to the University of his choice, she used her academic one to follow him there.

He was sought after by every influential fraternity on campus and once he pledged, she immediately did the same at their sister sorority.

He was kept busy with his full academic schedule and collegiate football career.

She of course tried out for the cheerleading squad and made the first cut. She also kept herself busy with various social groups and committees on top of making high honors in almost every class she took.

They were married after 4 years of college. While not virgins on their wedding night, neither of them had ever been intimate with anyone else.

Kenneth started working as a part time intern at his father's law firm while continuing to go to school full time to study for his Master's in Corporate Law.

She took a full time position doing social work while attending night school to get her degrees in Psychology and Juvenile Law. She wanted to work with "at risk" teens.

Everything was perfect in their life until she found that book.

There was a series of books she had heard about. It was about some naïve college girl who gets involved with a billionaire who was into some pretty kinky stuff.

Someone had left a copy of the first volume in the break room at school.

She had heard of them but had never had any interest in that sort of thing but now that she had a copy in her hands she was curious to see what all the hoopla was all about.

She started thumbing through it, stopping in random places to read a sentence or two before moving on.

Not much was happening at first but by time she got past the first half, she was reading things she had never heard of before. Did people really do these things? Would any woman really, willingly submit herself to such acts?

She jammed the book down inside her backpack. She wanted to read more, she just didn't want anyone to see her reading it and think she was into that sort of thing.

That night, she showed it to Kenneth and started reading it. Soon she got tired of stopping to tell him what she had just read so she went back to the beginning and started reading it to him as they lay in bed.

Over the course of the week, they took turns reading to each other. Often stopping to comment on how over the top it all seemed, or how poorly written the book was and how unlikeable the characters were.

Barbara noticed though that his lovemaking became more intense and once or twice she found herself with her hands being held above her head while he forcibly drove himself into her.

She had to admit to herself that she kind of liked it.

They finally had to admit that they were turned on by what they were reading but when they got to the parts involving spanking and other sorts of physical pain, they realized they were not ready for those kinds of activities.

Blindfolds and letting him hold her down were one thing. Handcuffs, paddles and anal toys were a completely different matter.

After finishing the book Kenneth started doing a little research on "adult" reading material that was a little less extreme. He found a website that was full of reader submitted stories. They were broken down by genre and covered everything from sex with aliens to sex with transgendered people.

They spent many a night laying in bed reading naughty stories to each other, skipping over the categories they knew they wouldn't enjoy like incest or the more extreme BDSM stories.

They found themselves returning again and again to one particular area. Exhibitionism and voyeurism.

Sometimes they would pretend they were the people in the story and Barbara would dress a little provocative around the house or flash him a glimpse of her admittedly modest panties or bra.

She soon made a trip to the mall and upgraded her wardrobe. Bras, panties, camisoles, (she almost talked herself into a bustier), garter and hose. She even bought some slinky lounging around the house type of outfits.

She went home, showered and picked out the naughtiest thing she could find. It was emerald green panties and a matching camisole with a plunging neckline.

She wasn't very busty so she could get away with a very deep V and not worry about showing "too much". Not that it mattered how much she showed. The only person who would ever see it was her husband.

When she heard the car in the driveway she rushed downstairs and stood by the door waiting to surprise him. As soon as she heard his footsteps on the front porch, she threw open the door and yelled "Surprise!" only to find herself face to face with a young guy from a courier service, standing there looking shocked to see a young, attractive woman wearing very little, just a couple of feet in front of him.

"Oh!" she cried. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else."

He was grinning from ear to ear when he said "No need to apologize Ma'am. I'm sure that whoever "Someone Else" is, he'll enjoy the surprise too."

She signed for the package and closed the door, mortified that it hadn't even occurred to her to cover up until after he had gone.

By time Kenneth arrived home she had changed back into a tank top and sweat pants. She wanted to tell him what happened but didn't want to be wearing the outfit when she told him about it. She thought for sure, he'd be upset that some stranger had seen her like that.

Just the opposite was true though. After she told him the story, he said he was sorry he missed seeing her in her new outfit and begged her to put it back on. He said he would go back outside and wait on the porch and when she was ready, she could come recreate the surprise for him.

He went outside and in about 10 minutes he heard her unlock the door and it just enough to peek out and ask if he was ready, when he said yes, she slowly opened the door until he could see all of her standing there.

He said that wasn't how she described it when she told it so she had to do it right.

She closed the door, counted to five and flung the door open, jumped out and yelled "surprise!".

She tried to pull him inside but he resisted and told her that she had to sign for the package. He made a bit of a production pretending to find a pen in his jacket pocket while she stood there, embarrassed on the front porch in her intimate apparel. Finally he handed her a pretend pen and she pretended to sign his pretend sheet.

They went back inside and he chased her up the stairs to their bedroom where they had the hottest sex since their honeymoon.

After cleaning up, Kenneth told her to put the outfit back on and meet him downstairs.

When she came to the bottom of the stairs, he was standing there holding her trench style raincoat open.

He told her to turn around and he put it on her.

She asked him what he was up to and he told her "Just trust me."

He grabbed the car keys and pulled her out the front door and to the car parked in the driveway.

Again she asked what he was thinking and again he told her to trust him.

He got her into the passenger seat, belted her in and ran around to the driver's side.

He hopped in, started it up and lowered the convertible top before sliding the car into reverse and backing out of the driveway.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked. "I'm half naked under this thing."

"Don't worry." He reassured her. "You won't even have to get out of the car. We're just going to have a little fun."

They got on the interstate and drove about 30 miles and then pulled off two towns away from the one they lived in.

Kenneth came to an intersection just as the light turned yellow and he stopped even though he could have cleared it before it turned red.

There was a pick up truck in the lane next to them when he reached over and pulled on the sash holding her coat closed. By time she realized what he had done and before she could ask him if he was nuts, he had pulled open the front of her coat.

The guy in the pick up caught the motion out of the corner of his eye and turned to look. He had a clear view into the car and saw Barbara sitting there in her tan trench coat with her green camisole and a hint of panties at her crotch.

The light turned green and Kenneth sped off, the driver of the pick up giving them an appreciative toot of the horn.

They turned at the next street and drove a couple of blocks before he pulled over.

"Are you crazy?" She whispered/yelled. "I am so embarrassed! I can't believe you did that right where that man could see me." She had the coat clutched tight around her.

"Oh C'mon! admit it. You're kind of turned on knowing he saw you dressed like that."

"Well, maybe, a little bit but you could have warned me. You didn't have to rip my coat off like that!"

"Ok, You might be exaggerating there a little bit. I didn't "rip" your coat off. Are you saying you'd be ok with it if you had some warning? I don't believe you. You're too uptight."

"Uptight? I'll show you uptight." With that, she unbuckled her seatbelt, shimmied out of her trench coat and tucked it behind his seat.

"There. You want everyone to see me in my underwear? Fine! Drive around all you want and show me off if it turns you on."

"Don't try to put this solely on me. I see you sitting there all flushed with your high beams poking out. Admit it, this turns you on just as much as it does me."

"Just drive and try not to get us arrested."

Kenneth drove up and down the main streets of town, somehow managing to catch almost every red light when there was a chance that someone would be in the adjacent lane.

A group of young boys managed to stay along side of them, enjoying looking down at Barbara's long legs and panties until they started yelling for her to show some more and using some vulgar terms for parts of the female anatomy. Kenneth sped up and left them behind then headed back towards the interstate.

When they got near the interstate, he decided to stop for gas and pulled into a station.

He drove up to a pump under the brightly lit canopy, Turned off the car and removed the keys.

He hopped out and started pumping gas. Then he reached behind his seat, grabbed her coat and locked it in the trunk.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked.

"I want to drive fast on the interstate and I don't want to risk having it blow out of the car."

She eyed him suspiciously but didn't say anything else about it.

When he was finished pumping gas he told her that he the receipt didn't print and he had to go inside for it. He asked her if she wanted a bottle of water or anything while he was there.

"No, but make it quick. I'm sitting here on display for anyone who should come by."

As he walked in to buy a bottle of water and get the receipt, Kenneth thought about what she'd said.

She really wasn't showing much skin. Even though her two piece bathing suits were rather modest, they still showed a lot more skin than the outfit she had on that night.

She had no problem being around other couples in her bikinis.

He stalled inside the store for a few minutes until he saw another car pull up to one of the pumps.

He went and paid for his bottle of water, got his receipt and headed back to his car.

When he got there he called out to the man pumping gas at the other car and asked him if he knew where a certain restaurant was and how to get there.

The man started to walk towards Kenneth so he wouldn't have to yell across the parking lot and as he got closer he became aware of Barbara and how she was dressed.

Barbara pulled down on the hem of her camisole to cover her panties. Being small chested as she was, she could pull it down pretty far without exposing her breasts.

The stranger continued to give directions to the restaurant but never took his eyes off of Barbara.

Kenneth got into the driver seat and noticed her pulling her top down and asked her why she was doing that.

She gave him a look that said "You know exactly why I'm doing that."

"Honey" he said as if he was talking to a child, "They way you're tugging your top down, this nice man is going to think you're not wearing any panties. Why don't you let go of your shirt and show him.

"Start the car" she told him "put it in gear and go when I say go".

Never once looking at the stranger, she slowly lifted the hem of her camisole up. Little by little exposing more of the matching green panties. When she reached the point where there was about a half an inch between the bottom of it and the top of her panties, she looked at Kenneth and said "Now go!"

Kenneth waved at the guy, said "Bye" and drove off.

As they were making the big turn onto the entry ramp for the interstate, he asked her if she was ok.

"I guess so. It's so weird. When I was doing it, I was terrified but once it was done I felt so excited. So alive. It's exhilarating. Like a really scary roller coaster".

"I thought you were liking being the center of attention like that. We'll make an exhibitionist out of you yet".

They were nearing their exit when she turned to him and said "Pull up along side that semi up ahead and blow your horn".

Figuring she was going to flash her panties at the truck driver, Kenneth sped up until he was along side the cab of the big truck. Seeing Barbara grab the hem of her camisole, he gave the horn a couple of hits. The driver looked over and seeing her in the skimpy outfit waved and blew his big air horn in appreciation. Barbara wasn't done though. She pulled her top up until it was tucked up under her chin, giving Kenneth and the truck driver an unobstructed view of her breasts.

Kenneth tap the brakes, and slid in behind the truck just in time to make their exit.

When he got to the top of the ramp, he pulled over and stopped. "Holy Shit! I can't believe you just did that!" he yelled.

The grin on his face told her that he wasn't upset but she asked anyway "You're not mad that I showed that man my boobs are you?"

"Mad? Hell no! That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen! You wanna do it again?"

"Not tonight. Take me home and get me out of these panties. They're soaked. Then I'll let you to do anything you want to me as long as you make me cum."