Diane's penchant for exhibitionism leads to a most memorable encounter.

I have mentioned before that Diane was a natural exhibitionist. My previous stories focused on my own exhibitionism and submissiveness with her. I will now relate some of her own techniques and episodes, in which I was a willing and enthusiastic accomplice, while still being submissive.She was blessed with full, round and sumptuous breasts, and took every opportunity, away from the office, to show them off. Being a competent dressmaker, she designed or altered clothes that could easily reveal, accidentally, their bounteous glory. Sleeveless sunfrocks would have the arm-holes exaggerated, so that, by merely lifting an arm, and leaning forward a little, a voyeur could feast on an entire boob, for as long as he wished. through that open arm-hole. No bra, of course. This technique worked very well in a bus, while she stood in the aisle holding the overhead strap, entertaining guys either standing near, or sitting beside her.This technique was also good in shops, where she might stand next to an appropriate target, reach out and over for a shelf item, and hold the pose while reading the information written on the item. On these occasions I would watch for the reactions, and give her the details later, to her great delight.. Mostly she would avoid eye-contact with the target, until she decided to change hands, at which time she would frequently look at him and smile innocently, then look the other way.She also made a blouse with bare midriff that would also reveal, from the underside, those perfect boobs, whenever she so desired.Who could refuse to be entertained this way, especially while enduring such a boring activity of riding a bus, or shopping? Diane was so selfless and charitable to allow menfolk such pleasure, in what were otherwise, such mundane and uninteresting activities.On a couple of occasions, she might choose a short dress, and occupy a seat along the side of the bus opposite seats on the other side. She would start off sitting well back, gradually slipping forward little by little, as the back of her dress stuck to the seat, particularly in warm weather, leaving more and more of her upper legs and thighs exposed. The target, sitting opposite, would begin to wonder what might eventually come into view, and as Diane was allergic to knickers, he was usually rewarded for his interest. Sitting beside Diane, I could study the facial reaction, and know exactly when that moment came. A slight elbow nudge Gölbaşı escort bayan to Diane would indicate to her that the time had come for her to engage in some slight adjustment to her position, which would inevitably result in her legs separating even more. He need wonder no more!During this time Diane, who was wearing sunglasses, and pretending to flick through a magazine, could watch her quarry. At some stage she would look up, notice him watching, smile, and resume a more lady-like position. If the trip was long enough, she might go through the routine again.Diane possessed what was originally a beige ballgown, passed down to her by her grandmother. It was a one-piece gown of lace over satin. Diane had redesigned it so that it was now four separate pieces, top and bottom lace, and top and bottom satin. Each part could be worn independently. I never knew her to wear the top satin. Her top was always just the lace, and her delightful tits were partially covered, partly not, by the lace. It was particularly gorgeous how one of her nipples would work its way through a hole in the lace, find itself trapped, and then remain permanently on exhibition.The bottom of the dress usually began as an ensemble-lace over satin. We might be out for dinner, or at a somewhat formal party. Only twice did she leave the satin at home. Once, at a restaurant at a table near the door. When the room was quite full, she decided she needed to go to the ladies room. The lace was quite pervasive, and so her nakedness was not immediately obvious. Her outward trip drew only sporadic attention, but enough to turn heads, and initiate whispers. By the time she set out on the return trip, there was silent expectation, studious attention, followed by copious chatter after she passed each table. Her pussy was well covered, but her nudity was obvious by her hips and bottom.Diane's friend Leah was a junior account executive in a large advertising company. She invited us to the firm's Christmas bash, informing us that many showbizz personalities would attend, and that the women always took the opportunity to display plenty of their best assets at these events. Diane accepted the challenge. Lace top, lace bottom! Nothing else! She had the most on display, but she had enough competition that no one regarded her as having "gone too far".However she attracted a tall, slightly greying black Ameriacan and his Escort Keçiören wife, who joined us at our table. He represented a large American advertising company that was exploring a relationship with Leah's company. They both complimented Diane on her dress, and on her "brass", or "sass". By night's end we were best buddies, and invited to a pool party at the house they were renting while he was in Australia.The pool party is a story in itself, but I'll be brief. We rang the doorbell on arrival, and the door was opened by the wife, dressed only in a large white towel. Almost immediately she was joined by her husband, absolutely naked, sporting a cock so long I could not take my eyes off it. I think he revelled in my obvious amazement. We were ushered out the back to the pool, to meet a much younger black American, also naked, but a little less well-endowed. This guy's wife could not attend as she was tied up with one of their child's activities.Small talk began. Our hosts' children were in college back in the States, and they missed them dearly. Diane and I undressed and occupied separate pool lounges. We listened to *their splendid impressions of Australia, and I offered*some commentary on my impressions of the US. Some political talk followed. Our hosts were not impressed with US civil rights, or its international policies.*Our host and his wife rose to get some food and more wine, and he approached Diane to offer her some, standing in front of her as she sat, his monster only a foot or two from her face. His wife sat beside me, drinks and a plate of snacks on offer. She was*a big woman, huge tits and bottom, but not really fat, with a well-preserved face, and a very bushy pubic area."Have you ever tasted black meat?" he asked Diane, as he took his cock in his hand and offered it to Diane's mouth. Her Pavlovian reaction was to open her mouth and accept it, with a cursory glance in my direction. In almost no time she had taken into her mouth as much as she could manage, with her hands around the remainder. Obviously black meat is very tasty. Myself, I now had as strong an erection as I've ever had, a condition remarked upon (in case I had missed the fact) by my hostess. She took it in her hand as if to prove her point, as she whispered in my ear "you love to watch, don't you?"I really had no interest in the hand squeezing my cock. I was totally obsessed with Diane's situation. Kızılay escort He bent over, and lifted her onto and over a small outdoor table. Somehow he managed to get a good part of his cock, which was by no means fully hard, into her hungry pussy, as he indicated to his younger friend to join in. He obliged by offering his ample, but limp cock to Diane's accommodating mouth. To demonstrate her lack of bias, her*one hand that had been helping the older man gain entry below, moved to help the younger man harden and directed him to her mouth. Being a lighter shade than the older man, I could observe that brown meat was also tasty.Now that the younger man was nice and hard, he was invited to swap places. This took some organisation, as the younger man preferred doggy style, but needed something to stand on in order to accommodate the now too-high*impatient target. My hostess reluctantly left my cock unattended while she obliged with a conveniently located box, before returning to her task.The eager hard cock initially tried its luck in what Diane considered the wrong hole. It did not push, but merely lingered enough to wet the entrance before invasion. Her mouth, almost fully occuped with cock, somehow muttered displeasure, while a hand reached down and directed the errant penis into a far more accommodating hole.I'm not exactly sure, but I think I came first. The sight of Diane's beautiful white body, being bookended by such attractive and attentive dark bodies, overwhelmed me. My climax was also quite embarrassingly noisy, a fact that my hostess took great pleasure in bringing to my attention later. My climax also diverted my attention for a short time from the real action. Diane had been clearly rewarded from both ends, with semen visible in each location. She now sat on the table, visibly dazed, holding each cock as if reluctant to allow them to escape, as each man now stood in front of her.Then, in a display of absolute wantonness, she bent over each cock in turn, to lick and suck any remaining residue. How much time this took, I do not know. But it was sufficient for me to orgasm again, the older man gallantly suggesting to Diane that she might like to clean me up as well.We sat around for about half an hour, discussing what had happened. The guys were very enthusiastic about Diane's sexuality, as was the hostess. I was thanked for my generosity, somewhat ironically I think. My hostess complained about my lack of interest in her, for which I apologised. I explained that what was happening with Diane had turned me on to the exclusion of anything else, and that she should not be offended. I could tell that Diane was a little embarrassed, but I noted that she had made no effort to clean herself up.