Nancy Collins, Miss World Bikini

For the second time in my life a man was taking off my panties, and he was doing it very slowly, driving me crazy with anticipation as I felt the cool night air on my belly, on my mound, and between my thighs. Finally my panties were off, and then, as though to tease me, he began to unbutton my blouse, pulling it down from my shoulders. Then he pulled my bra straps down releasing my breasts, with their now erect nipples, from their scanty prison. He undid the zipper on the side of my skirt. His motive became clear when he asked me to sit up and he pulled my blouse away from my body, and then my bra. He was going to take off all my clothes. He laid me back down, tugging my little skirt down my legs. I wriggled in the cool air, wearing only my high heels as he began to kiss my nipples and his hand slid down over my belly, caressed my mound and slipped between my legs. Feeling completely wanton, and full of lust, I spread my legs giving him full access to my vulva. He gently, and slowly slipped his sensuous fingers over my pussy lips, and then began to make little circles around my clit. I could hear myself moaning as he teased me. His touch was so light that it was almost like tickling. He was driving me wild. Then he penetrated my vagina with his fingers and began rubbing my inner walls. I just wanted him in me. My nipples were very touchy now as he nibbled first one and then the other. I felt like my entire body was an erogenous zone.

"Chip, please, please, fuck me, please, fuck me now."

I had never used the 'F' word before, but it came out without me even thinking about what I was saying.

He had removed his slacks and must not have been wearing any underwear because he quickly rolled between my legs, and kissing me he reached down and placed his shaft into the entrance of my vagina. I cried out with pleasure as he slowly pushed the head of his maleness into me and then he was inside, and going deeper and my legs naturally wrapped around his waist as I pulled him to me. He thrust into me and pulled away and thrust again. I came explosively and quickly, and seconds later Chip groaned and jerked against me as he flooded me with his liquid. If he had broken my hymen, I was not aware of it. I felt no pain, only the ecstasy of total intimacy as I luxuriated from the feeling of him inside me. Stripping me naked had made me feel so vulnerable, and had magnified my emotions and my sexual delight.

"I thought losing my virginity would hurt, but it didn't, and I loved every second of it." I confessed.

Chip giggled.

"What are you giggling for?" I said as I playfully punched him.

"Losing my virginity didn't hurt me either." He laughed again.

"Oh Chip, I didn't know. The way girls come to you, I just assumed . . ."

"You make me so happy Nancy, I will never forget what we just had."

I didn't even bother to dress. I folded my clothes while Chip put out our picnic dinner. I loved being naked, and naked for him, although in the dark our figures were not very distinct, but the cool night air felt wonderful again on my bare flesh as we nibbled our food between kisses and fondling.

I wanted to touch him and not feel self conscious about it, and after we had put the remains of our meal in the picnic basket, we were sitting side-by-side sipping wine.

I put my wine glass down and lay back on the blanket, Chip leaned on one elbow and gently kissed me. Boldly, to cover my nervousness, I put my hand on his thigh and moved it up until I found his penis. It was only semi soft, and as I touched it, and wrapped my fingers around it, I could feel it growing in my hand. Our kisses became more passionate as he stiffened in my fingers, and soon my fingers barely could reach around it. Still holding him I climbed onto him, straddling him, and guiding him into me. I took my hands and put them on his chest as I felt that gorgeous member enter me as I lowered myself on him. I took all of him in me, and then feeling totally free, I put my hands behind my head and began to rise up and drop down on him, feeling marvelous as I felt that very large shaft completely filling me. This time I was able to last longer, and I loved it when he came before I was ready. Happily he remained hard in me as I continued to treat myself to him as he was quickly beginning to go from softening to hardening. Then he apparently had had enough as he quickly flipped me onto my back, and entering me he proceeded to screw me with very rapid and long strokes, and his body was now pressing my clit, and that was all it took for me to almost faint as he brought me to a volcanic series of orgasms, leaving me weak and helpless. I may have fainted. I opened my eyes to see the evening stars overhead.

'How fitting.' I thought.

"I love you Nancy." Chip whispered.

"I love you too Chip." I replied.

That was as close as I ever came to going steady. I did love Chip, and I know he loved me. We never did date anyone else, and when graduation came Chip went off in the Peace Corps to South America, while I got my business degree and took a management training position with Galaxy Airlines. We vowed to stay in touch, and we wrote to each other, and called each other if not frequently. I missed him and I think he missed me. We both felt that one day we would be together again. It would be years before we saw each other again.

It was a lovely relationship though. We could talk about anything and I learned so much from Chip about the way men looked at things, and he told me he had learned much from me. One thing I did learn was that my aversion to the F word disappeared when I was in the throes of desire. Otherwise though I disliked it as I did any form of crude language. It was a big turn off for me. Some words I did like though, even crude they may be. I never found a better term than 'pussy' to describe that most intimate area between my legs. Pussy at once covers inner and outer labia, vulva, vagina, clitoris and all things that surround the love triangle. I think it is a very sexy word, not crude at all. And I must admit the word 'cock' is probably perfect to describe a man's penis even if it is a little crude. Penis is so medical. Chip would love to whisper things like, "Do you have a hot pussy tonight?" Which always served to guarantee I soon would if I didn't already. In turn I would whisper to him in a very public place some question like, asking if he would like to put his cock in my pussy because I wasn't wearing any underwear. This also guaranteed that something good would happen after awhile.

We were very comfortable with each other, and he was the only man I have ever known that was completely open and familiar with me, and I with him. He was also the best and most truthful friend, and I completely trusted him.

My relationship with Chip had made me realize a number of things.

I was something of an exhibitionist.

I loved being nude.

I had almost no sexual hang ups.

I loved the idea of a man who was sexually creative.

Men with good manners always turned me on.

Men who made me laugh turned me on.

I loved men, and I loved the art of sex with men whom I was attracted to.

Then there were other things,

For example:

I could not tolerate crudity in either men or women.

Coarse language turned me off.

Cynical and negative people bored me to death.

Macho types were somewhat ludicrous to me.

While I loved 'cock' in me or in my mouth, I had no fondness for male fluids in my mouth, and certainly not swallowing it. And I had no desire for my face to be splattered with it.

Yes, it does limit the kinds of men I am liable to meet, but then there are more of the kinds of men I like than one might think.

Chapter 2

After Chip

I loved my job with Galaxy Airlines. They had a management-training program that had me learning, from the ground up, as much as possible about the airline business.

After a year long initial training program at the home office flight college, the next step was training for and becoming an active flight attendant, which would lead to a more supervisory position. One starts out on short flights and graduates to longer and longer flights and finally to international travel. After that, as positions come open, one could wind up in one of the many worldwide offices, or at the home office in Dallas.

I loved every part of it, and met some wonderful men and women along the way. Careful for the most part, to avoid people I worked with, I was still able to find some pleasant relationships, (some of which were sexually very fulfilling,) in my travels around the country. There was only one time when I flagrantly broke my own rule about relationships with co-workers. And it was to be an opportunity to live a fantasy that I never dreamed would ever happen. Mostly because fantasies are just fantasies. In real life they don't work. Fantasies after all are perfect, and the dreamer makes the rules. In real life the rules go out the window because the cast members don't follow the dreamers rules. So you can see that living out one of my fantasies would come as a great surprise to me. And I almost didn't do it for a lot of very good reasons.

Five years after I had started with Galaxy, I was in the final stages of management training, and was expecting a promotion and a posting to an as yet unknown post. I found myself in Orlando, Florida, scheduled for training the next day at a two day course on security and safety on a new airliner that the company was bringing online in a matter of weeks. There were two different schools. One was for pilot familiarization training, and the other for cabin crew training. So we were all gathered at the Marriott with time on our hands until the next day. I had risen to the rank of senior attendant, mostly which meant I got better schedules, more choices, and a little more money. There were lots of people in Orlando that I knew having crossed paths with many of them during my five years at Galaxy.

So while I was in the lobby checking in, I felt a touch on my arm and turned to find Tom Thorndike smiling at me. "Tom, what a surprise, I didn't know you were going to be here."

"Just like everyone else, I need training too." He smiled.

He had a touch of grey in his hair, making him look very distinguished. His laughing blue eyes still were attractive and full of life. At about six feet tall he was very much the kind of man that always made me answer yes to the unasked question, 'Would I or wouldn't I?' In his case, positively yes.

Tom was one of the good guys. I had always liked him, and now he was about 50 years old, a four striper, and one of the airlines best. And Tom and I shared a secret. He was also a wonderful lover. We had met two years earlier when we had both been stuck with a long layover in Denver. It started when he helped me with my bag as we got on the shuttle to take us to the hotel. By the time we got there we had agreed to meet for a drink. I never even gave a thought to how old he was. The drink led to dinner and as we were both having a wonderful time together. He made me feel really good and I didn't want this evening to end just yet so I decided to dive in the deep end and invite him to my room for a nightcap. He barely hesitated before saying, "I would really like that Nancy." We were no sooner in the room when he took me in his arms and kissed me. He could really kiss a girl. In seconds I was feeling very warm and eagerly kissing him back. I was really aroused and wanting this lovely man. Before I had time to think he was pulling me to him with his hands on my buns, and for my part, I was wantonly pressing against him. He then led me to the bed, where he completely undressed me. The first thing he did after stripping off my panties, completing my nakedness, was to spread my legs and begin kissing and licking my pussy. I was gasping with pleasure. It had happened very quickly. As he continued to thrill me with his very educated tongue, he was taking off his slacks. Then he moved up and kissed me, as his cock found my very hot, wet and slippery vagina. I came almost immediately, but he continued to thrust in me as I enjoyed repeated orgasms for at least 30 or 40 more seconds. Thus began the longest and most exciting sexual night of my life. We spent three nights together while the airline straightened out their problems and get us on another schedule. It was like a honeymoon. We simply couldn't get enough of each other. We spent most of the time in bed, and it was all great, mind blowing, sex. It still didn't bother me that he was almost twice my age. I was 25 and he was 48. He could fuck me for the longest time, and sometimes I had to beg him to stop. He was expert in teasing, tantalizing, and tickling me until I was completely worn out. He was always able to be ready, although I did help him sometimes. He had what I would call a 'pretty cock'. Long, slender, and pink. I loved taking him in my mouth and tickling his glans with the tip of my tongue, which would always bring him back, and we would start all over again. There was one stretch of 24 hours when I don't think I ever had a stitch of clothing on and we survived with room service.

Now here he was in the lobby and I couldn't think of anyone I would rather see.

"Hey, look, we are having a get together later in my room, so if you can make it we will be a party of six, and I'll make a reservation for dinner about 8. Tony Alvarez, Greg Davis, Jack Reynolds, and Valerie Simpson are coming, but come around five, we have a lot to talk about and we can have a few drinks."

"I would love to come Tom, what is your room number."

"448, we'll be looking for you around five." He paused and taking my hand he said "Nancy, I will never forget those precious days we spent together. I have thought a lot about you. You are as lovely as I remember you."

I leaned forward and kissed him gently. "It was a beautiful time Tom."

With that he headed for the elevator, and flushed, I finished checking in.

Chapter 3

Fantasy is reality

Pleased that I had plans for the evening now, I approached my room with a lot more enthusiasm. Instead of room service and a movie I would be spending time with people I liked. The three pilots he had named were all like him. I knew them all, and they were all gentlemen, and very good at their jobs. The youngest would be about 40 and Tom the oldest. I vaguely remembered the girl he named, Valerie Simpson, but my recollection was of a very pretty, and very efficient girl. Tony Alvarez was about 40, and a hunk. He had dark Latin looks, with eyes that were made for the bedroom. Greg Davis was also in his 40s. I remembered him as having sandy colored hair, about 5' 9", and very easy going. He was a favorite with the attendants because of his very even temperament. He was handsome in a very masculine way. I didn't know Jack Reynolds very well, and had only flown with him on one occasion. Jack was pleasant to look at. Slender, and his thick wavy hair set off a masculine face with a strong jaw line. But the girls liked to fly with him, and that told one a lot.

I was glad that I had brought my "little black dress". One never knew when a dinner date might come up, so I always carried it with me along with a pair of matching black patent leather heels. That settled my wardrobe for the evening.

My room was lovely. Overlooking the pool and palm trees, I decided to go down and enjoy the rest of the afternoon before 5 pm. Putting on one of my favorite bikinis and some platform pumps, I covered up with a light beach robe and headed downstairs. As I left the building and headed for the pool I was conscious of heads turning to follow me as I walked poolside. Chip always told me that I had a very sexy walk. My shoes had at least a two-inch lift, much the same effect as high heels. I found an empty lounge chair, and dropped my wrap, and then rubbed a little sun lotion on my shoulders and above my breasts, and on my midriff and belly. This was a very brief bikini, pale yellow in color, and it had cost me more than a bikini should. I was aware of several male heads looking my way as I sat on the lounge chair and rubbed more lotion on my legs. Then I laid back taking advantage of the shade offered by the partial canvas cover over the chaise. It covered my head and kept the sun out of my eyes, but allowed some rays on my body. Over the next hour and a half I had three offers to buy me drinks, and one particularly persistent lout who felt he was God's gift to women and sat on the chaise next to mine undressing me with his eyes. I told him finally that my (non existent) husband would be joining me soon, so he gave up and left me alone.

Finally it was time to go. I couldn't resist walking around the pool. It was a large pool, almost a small lake, and the exhibitionist in me wanted to make sure that my bikini was worth what I paid for it. It only had two tiny triangles to cover my breasts, in fact they didn't do much more than cover my nipples, and I have to have more of my pubis trimmed because the triangle that should completely cover my 'Mons veneris' was straining to cover my dark pubic hair. And from the back, more of my bottom showed than didn't. It wasn't quite a thong, but it was close enough. I carried my robe over my arm so everyone could take a good look at 'Miss Bikini'. It took about 10 minutes to traverse the entire pool and when I finally headed for the hotel building, I was sure the bikini was worth every penny, and I was somewhat aroused from the attention I was getting. I noticed that men of all ages had pointed a lot of cell phones at me. So feeling very sexy, I went up to my room to get ready for the party.

I decided to take a bath, and dumping the Marriott bubble package into the tub, I soon had enough water to step in and luxuriantly soak for a half an hour. I thought about Tom and the time we had shared, and unconsciously my hand drifted down under the warm slippery water, to my clit. Gently I massaged myself, closing my eyes and enjoying the memories of the things he had done to me. Not knowing what the night might bring, I stopped short of making myself come, and was content with touching myself, stroking the lips of my labia and gently entering my vagina with two fingers to rub the opening and enjoy the feeling it gave to me. Then, with the water-cooling, it was time to get dressed and put on my makeup.

I dried my self, and sat naked at the vanity to put on my makeup. I didn't use much but I did like to use a little eyeliner and accent my lashes. A little blush on the cheeks, and a little lipstick. Mom always said, "Less is more." And she was right.

Black nylons, very sheer. A lacy garter belt. Black sheer nylon panties, my 'Little Black Dress' and open toe black patent high heels were my wardrobe for the evening. The finishing touches of a pearl necklace, and earrings. No bra tonight. I loved being firm enough to go braless and I loved the feel of the fabric against my nipples when I moved. The dress was very clingy with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. It came down to my mid thigh. I twirled in front of the mirror and was pleased the way the skirt flared upwards to reveal more of my legs, but not enough to go above my stocking tops. One of my friends, Jenny Curry, called it a 'jiggle dress'. When I asked what that meant she said.

"When you don't wear a bra in that dress, your titties jiggle."

Sure enough, I had checked out her comment by moving from side to side in front of the mirror, and they did 'jiggle'. So wearing my 'jiggle' dress and carrying a little black purse containing my room key, comb and lipstick, I headed for the elevator to take me to Tom's get together.

I was sure he had said room 448, but as I knocked on the large double door, definitely not the standard room, I was hoping I wasn't making a mistake.