The e-mail which Marta sent which accompanied her audition picture ran to two pages. Rather than repeating it verbatim, the general gist was that she lived at home with her Mom who was very strict on where she could go, what she could wear and who she could see. She also felt that her Mom dressed her in 'frumpy' clothes. To take the audition photo which she attached, she said that she had to borrow a camera from a friend (who she told nothing about what she was doing) then find somewhere near home where she could get to quickly, which was quiet, and where no-one would be looking which turned out to be under a fly-over. She had taken off her panties and skirt and had balanced the camera on a nearby rock, set the camera's 10 second timer then run around the front trying to ensure that she was suitably in shot, and get a picture that showed us her 'bare assed cheek' (her words). She had made a number of attempts to get it right before deciding on the one she sent us, she continued. Even this experience had, so she opined, given her one of the biggest sexual thrills of her life and having an audience, especially one who would undress alongside her, would be the most enthralling experience she could imagine. She really wanted to be one of our show-girls, and for us to watch her undress and would use the opportunity to buy some nice clothes which she would hide from her Mom.
Apparently her old folk owned a run-down old farm house in the woods. The house was well off the beaten track and was far enough away from civilization that she would feel safe using it for the show. She would put on her sports gear, tell her Mom that she was going to a sports practice, then head for the house where she would change into her new clothes and wait for us. After confirming the exact location of the house, and the time and date for the show, we all set out to arrive at the alloted time.
Marta was waiting
When we got there, Marta was waiting for us. From here on in, I'll try and recount the story based on what she said at the time, and chatting with her later, partly as it makes a change from being my perspective, and partly as she talked almost non-stop which, she later told me, was mostly down to nerves.
"Getting to this point has been such a covert operation, I've loved it. I reckon I could be a spy given how secretive I've been. I went shopping the weekend before last to get my outfit together. My Mom thought I was out getting some toiletries but I took my sports holdall with me. So many times, I've looked at shops which have pretty clothes and shoes in them but I know that if I bought them, my Mom would make me return them. I didn't have that long to buy what I wanted as my Mom would have gotten suspicious if I had taken more than an hour or so, but I had been round the shops before so I knew what I wanted to get. I hid the holdall when I got home. This afternoon I dressed for my sports practice. I put a towel over all the clothes in the hodall, and zipped it up."
"What do you think of my outfit?"
"When I got here, which was about 30 minutes ago - I wanted to make sure that I got here well before you all arrived - I took off my sports gear and put this outfit on. While I was undressing and re-dressing I practised a few poses. I'm no model, I don't have a pretty face, and I don't have a shapely figure, but I think you will be happy with my show, as I've been thinking about how to do it. Even thinking about it made me feel horny. Putting on a full show in front of you all, well my heart is already trying to jump out of my chest with anticipation. So what do you think of my outfit?"
It was the first time she had stopped talking since we got there. She was wearing a black, white and pink striped top, a floral skirt, and a pair of sling-back high heels. It was an odd combination (the floral with the stripes) but who were we to criticise her choice. We all told her that her outfit was great using words like amazing, increadible and pretty and I sensed that she was both happy, and a little less nervous. I had to agree with her that she was no model, but had long since learnt that it was never about what you had, but what you did with it that mattered, and Marta would come to exemplify that.
"Funny, isn't it," she continued, "we put on clothes to hide our bodies, but I have put them on to take off again to show my body. It almost seems pointless, then again, the art of titilation is, I think, to slowly reveal those things which we are not supposed to reveal, in such a way that each new revelation heightens the level of tension and stimulation. So first, I am going to slowly reveal my panties to you. Normally my Mom would make me wear the kind of panties that would normally belong to grannies," she sniggered, "but the ones I got to show you are like porn star panties. Wait, so I get it that you boys will undress as well. How does that work? Do I tell you when and what, or do you have a system. My god, I can't believe I am going to do this, and with such a sexy audience."
Colin, our cameraman, was first to explain that it was down to her to decide when and what we should remove and that the whole show was under her control.
"I'm going to show you my panties"
"OK, right, I get it. So I think it is fair that when I show you my new panties, you all take of your jeans and strip down to your underwear too. Can you do that? This is awesome. So let's start the show. I'm going to lift up my skirt and show you my panties. When I do that, I want you all to take off your jeans so that you are in your underwear." Marta lifted her skirt so that it her panties were just hidden underneath. "So this is stage 1. Ooh, stage. Get it? I am a show-girl on the stage and this is stage 1. I hadn't thought of that." That snigger again, which had a slightly dirty roughness to it. "And now for the grand reveal."
Marta shows her panties
She lifted her skirt higher so that her panties were clearly visible. "Can you see that. I bought see-through panties. My Mom would never, ever, let me wear anything like these, let alone show anyone, and even worse show some boys. Time for you to take your jeans off." Whilst we all clumsily removed our jeans, Marta just stood there holding her skirt above her waist with her see-through panties on show. She later told me that this had been the most heart-stopping moment for her. Standing there, showing us her see-through panties, she knew that we could probably already see her 'pinkie' (as she called it) and yet our cocks were still hidden. She knew at that point that she was up for the whole show, which apparently wasn't something she had necessarily felt capable of. She also said that it was the moment she nearly orgasmed as she had never felt so sexy.
"So I guess if my panties are see-through, you can see what's underneath, right?"
Unusually for Mike, he chose to tell it as it was,
"You're kinda in a shadow. The panties look great but your pinkie is still eluding us." I wasn't sure how she would take this as I sensed her nervous energy was already dialled up to 11, but she responded by squatting down and spreading her legs apart.
"Any clearer for you?"
"Any clearer for you?" she asked. Without waiting for a response, "I mean you're gonna see it without the panties on eventually, but I wanted to play the follow the path of greatest temptation and give you a glimpse of what is to come, rather than just let it all out immediately. These panties are very see-through, I mean if I hold them to the sun, I can still get a sun tan through them. I want you to see just how see-through they are, so that my pinkie can wink at you."
A pinkie wink
"Let me get downer and dirtier for you. I'll lean right back. I'm sure like this you can see my pinkie winking at you from under my panties. You might not be able to get the full picture, but that's part of the game. I can't see your winkies either yet. I can tell you my pinkie is all hot and flustered and I think she's going to want to be set free soon. This is brilliant. I am so glad I did this. So far it's going way better than I expected." It was going well for me too. Marta's determination to put on a show and her enthusiasm to do it piece by piece so as to yield maximum titilation was working a treat and my cock had already hardened and was straining against my shorts. It seems the other boys were down with it too.
"I can see that your winkies are getting all hot too. I think we shall have to release them soon. If my friends could see me now, they wouldn't recognise me. It's not like I'm a nun or anything, but the quiet, frumpy girl has four handsome boys straining at the leash with her see-through panties. Time for you to see something else."
Jutting out her ass
With that she turned to face away from us and jutted her ass out at us, her skirt still riding high above her waist. "I read your guidelines boys so I know it's not just a flash of my perty pinkie that you're after. You're ass boys too. So this is my ass. At least this is my ass with the thong of my panties going up it. I guess you want to see it without the panties, well I do your too. So I'm gonna pull my panties down to show you my ass, and you're going to pull your shorts down and flash your asses at me. I'm going to look over my shoulder so that I can see all your lovely butts, and you can look over yours to see my bountiful booty."
Panties descending
Very slowly, with her thumbs inside the strap of her panties, and whilst looking over her shoulder at us, she pulled her panties down to her thighs to show us her ass. In return, we turned so that our asses were facing her and pulled our shorts down so that she could see our asses too.
"Now we're nearly equal. You lot had already seen my ass in the audition photo I sent you, so seeing it now is nothing new to you except you're seeing it in the flesh and not on film. As for me, four boyish bums is the right kinda tonic for me to keep going. In fact I think I need you to keep going too. All of you: take off your shorts but keep facing away from me. We'll time it so that you turn around to show me your winkies when I turn around and show you my pinkie."
Panties around her knees
She kept looking at us over her shoulder as she lowered her panties down her legs. Colin did his best to capture the situation on camera as was his role. As she bent further over, she reached a point, with her panties around her knees, where her pinkie was peeking out between her legs. She hadn't realised that we had seen it at that point, and none of us were so ungentlemanly to say anything.
She bent right down to take off her panties, which got caught on one of her shoes and she wiggled around until they had fallen off. With her bare ass now clearly revealed, she stood vertical again.
"So, I'm gonna count to 10, and on 10, not before, not after, not on 9, I'm gonna turn around so that you can see my pinkie. At the same time you're all going to turn around and show me your winkies. Fair exchange is no crime eh? 10... 9..." I hadn't got the heart to point out that she said she was going to count up to 10, and not down, but I figured we should all wait until '1' to go.
"2... 1... GO!" The scene that befell Marta must have seemed a little chaotic. Some of us had begun to turn on '1', others waited for 'GO' and we had not coordinated whether we would turn clockwise or anticlockwise. That said, within a matter of a few seconds, we stood facing Marta, full frontal.
"I see. Yes, I see. Do you see too? I think I am getting the best deal here, one pinkie for four winkies. And such proud winkies they are too. Before you all came over, I was thinking about how to make sure that you could see my pinkie at it's best and I tried out a few poses. I should have looked at some girlie magazines or something to get some ideas, but can you even imagine what my Mom would say if she found one of those in my room?"
Pinkie pose
She grabbed hold of one of the bars in the rotting window frame and raised her right leg so that her foot was resting on the window sill. "You see. My legs are wide apart so my pinkie is almost stretched into view. Although I tried out this pose before, it feels totally amazing now. The cool breeze is blowing across my pinkie which is so hot and juicy that I had almost feared it would start dripping. I am SO turned on. It's a shame that your guidelines don't permit touching, as at this point I would love each and every one of you to come over and run your finger over my pinkie so that you could feel just how juicy it is. It's like an over-ripe peach. One little brush and your finger would come away soaking."
I think that Colin was about to pipe up that the guidelines did allow for touching, but only if given express permission by the show girl, when Marta continued.
Titty too
"So you've seen my ass and my pinkie, time for a titty. But before I do, I think you can all take off your shirts too. I want you standing there in just your shoes because before long that's how I'm going to be and I think it's only right." Whilst we fumbled taking our shirts off, Marta pulled her top aside to reveal a small, youthful, breast. "I'm really getting into this now. I can see you're all very excited by my show. Four solid cocks admiring my pinkie. Time for a pert titty to take in. I bet you didn't know I wasn't wearing a bra. It all adds to the occasion for me. My Mom never lets me go anywhere without some horrid old bra on, so not wearing one all this time was amazing. My nipple was rubbing against the material of my top which made it go surprisingly firm. I've never experienced that before."
"Two titty time!"
Marta took her leg down from the window sill, still holding her shirt to one side to reveal her solitary tit. "I so want to come over there and feel how hard your winkies are. I've only ever felt a winkie when fumbling around in the dark with someone from college. I've never seen them so clear. I think I am getting more of a show from this than you boys are. Time, I think, for the two titty show. I hope you like my titties, they're not very big but then again it isn't size that matters, or so I hear."
"So you have seen it all now, my ass, my pinkie and my two titties. But unlike you four, I haven't taken any clothing off, except for my see-through panties. Let me sort that out. It's only fair."
Just her skirt left
She lowered her skirt and took off her top, and then grabbed at her skirt and raised it above her waist again. With her top off, her titties took on a bit more definition. They were definitely small, but at the right angle, they had a lovely teardrop shape. Now with just her skirt and her shoes on, she looked us all in the eye. "Shall we finish this off. I would love it if you guys were feeling as juicy as I am but I guess that's something only you know. Will any of you keep in touch after the show has ended. I would like that. Then again, it might be best if you didn't as if my Mom found any kind of communication from you, especially if it referred to my performance, then I would no doubt be in big, big, BIG, trouble."
Skirt comes down
She turned to one side and started to take down her skirt. She did this extremely slowly and carefully, turning to face away from us as she did, her ass and the rear view of her pinkie once again on display. When she had taken off her skirt, she hung it up on the same hook she had put her top on. Until now, Marta had been very vocal, chatting away as she went, but now it fell eerily quiet. She told me afterwards that whilst she had some clothes on, she knew that in an emergency she could cover herself up but with her top and her skirt hung on the wall, she was completely exposed, which was kind of the whole idea I guess.
Hanging up her skirt
"I am now, er, a real streaker. This feels amazing. I love the feel of the air on my naked skin. Why haven't I done this before? Maybe I'll invite another boy over and do the same show again. There's this one guy I work with who I'm sure has his eye on me. I think if he saw all this, he wouldn't be able to take his eye off me." She chuckled.
"There isn't any position I can think of where I can show you my ass, my pinkie and my titties together as a kind of final farewell." Actually, we had seen such poses before, which generally involved going on all fours, but given the rather precarious and dirty state of the floor, which is no doubt why Marta had chosen to keep her shoes on, I wasn't going to suggest it. "I'm going to do my best though. You, camera boy," she pointed at Colin, "come and stand around here in front of this door."
The final farewell
Colin did has he was told whilst Marta made her way cautiously into the doorway. She spread her legs as wide as the doorway would permit and held onto the door frame. "This is my final farewell to you boys. I am going to stand here, staring at you, while you all get dressed again. But, you must put your shorts on last so that I can consider your cocks for as long as possible." We duly began to get dressed as Marta just hung there in the doorway, in her final farewell pose.
"That's it. I am so juicy that I may have to hide in the house and let my juices flow before I get back into my sports gear and head home. Don't think that just because I have a strict Mom, I haven't learnt how to finger myself. It's one of those things you can do in your bedroom at any point and unlike you boys, there's no sticky residue to tell a tale on me, though today I think there might be. Off you all go, and if you want to be in touch, then you have my details, but be discreet."
We all left the old house and wandered down the long footpath back to where we had parked our car on the main road. Marta sent us another e-mail after the event and told us just how much she had enjoyed it. She also told us that she had gotten in touch with the guy at work who was giving her the eye, and had managed to concoct a situation where she could flash her see-through panties at him. Apparently this had very much done the trick, and later that week she invited him to the old house and repeated the show for him, except this time touching was allowed and her pinkie juices ended up on someone elses fingers not hers.
