Spit-Roasted on the Beach ? The Quantum Slut, Chapter 27

He pulled the t-shirt over my head and picked up the shorts I had been wearing, leaving me naked, standing in the corridor?Preparations: MartaWhen Sir finally allowed me to escape into my condo, I closed the door behind me, made sure it was locked, then collapsed against it. I was a mess.Being in the familiar surroundings of home made it all seem unreal, somehow. My body was still massively excited by masturbating in the car. Added to that was the thrill of being naked and exposed in the transition from his place to mine, which, to my surprise, I found a enormous turn-on. And finally, I had been oddly aroused by the surreal encounter with the too-tall teenager.All in, I was exhilarated by the entire encounter, and absolutely infatuated with Sir. Or perhaps enthralled would be a better word.I was also exhausted. It was a toss-up whether I wanted a bath or a nap first. If I could nap in the bath, that would be ideal, but?I decided to bathe first, and have a shower later, during which I would play with myself, as Sir directed. I also decided that I would remain naked because he would want me to.I went into the bathroom and started running the tub, adding some bubble bath. Next, I went to the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of milk, then brought it into the bathroom.By this time, the tub was getting full enough that I could get in it, which I did, placing the glass where I could reach it easily. I soaked for a while, then woke with a start. I quickly washed my face and hair, then did a quick scrub of the rest, drank my milk, got out, dried off, and went into the bedroom.I set the alarm for 2 hours? sleep, fell into bed, still naked, and vanished into dreamland.****The alarm had been going off for some time when I finally awoke, somewhat groggy, clicked it off, and sat up. I knew if I didn?t sit up, I?d go back to sleep, and I couldn?t afford that.Although I was still sleepy, at least I felt more human, and started to look eagerly forward to tonight?s date ? and its aftermath. I found myself starting to moisten again, so I shook myself, and started to get busy.First, I had to come up with a sluttish outfit. I had a surprise for Sir that I was pretty sure he?d flip over, but needed to present it properly. I went to my closet and found, as I had expected, very little to work with. Most of my outfits were practical, everyday wear. I had a few, dressy outfits for special occasions, but since I hadn?t been dating in years, none of it qualified as even being in the same area code as sluttish.Then a thought occurred to me, and I went to a different closet where I?d relegated old clothes and coats, and started pawing through the far end. Yes! There it was ? the chiffon sheath dress I had worn to prom in high almanbahis school.I had worn it only that once, and then only for a couple of hours. I hadn?t gone with anyone, and found that being on your own wasn?t much fun at a party where everyone else was high, drunk, balling, or all of the above. I left after about an hour, tossed the dress in my closet, and forgot about it. Yet, since it had cost so much, and looked so pretty, I had never had the heart to throw it out.What brought it to mind now was that my mother, when she had seen me in it, had said it was ?too slutty?, and forbade me to wear it. As happened more and more frequently at that time, I ignored her, and even turned up the hem slightly.Now I pulled it out. It was a good quality dress, and the fabric was still in very good shape. I didn?t have time to dry clean it, but I would sponge it down, then iron it. The top of the dress, down to the waist, was black, with a wide, black, boat-neck collar. My shoulders were left bare, which was good, and there was a panel of black chiffon that ran from the collar, down over my boobs to my waist. It had a V-shaped slit from the collar on down towards my belly button, which showed my chest between my boobs, and even a hint of bulge on each side. The boat-neck collar at the top would echo my black leather dog collar, emphasizing it.Below the waist, it transitioned from black to a creamy white, with the upper and lower sections separated by oversized flowers printed on the material, and which trailed down the left side of the dress. The dress flared out below the waist, a bit like a rah-rah skirt but without the pleats, falling to about mid-thigh.In the back, it had a large, oval cut-out, stretching from just below the collar at my neck to just above the cleft in my ass. Sir would like that ? he could slip his hand into it, and maybe even move it down to my ass beneath the fabric.Now I needed to see if I could still fit into it. I pulled it off the hanger, and slipped it over my head. It was a bit of a tight fit, but I got it on OK. I had put on very little weight since high school, but I had filled out since my senior year, so it was tight around my boobs, waist, and the top of my ass. I counted that as a plus under the circumstances. But I probably would have to adjust the fastening at the top, by my neck. If I couldn?t get that to work, I couldn?t wear the dress as that held it all together.Looking at it in the mirror, and holding the back closed at the neck, I could see that to a normal person it would seem too tight, but that made it perfect for what I wanted. I thought I would raise the hemline at the bottom, though, to make it a bit more sluttish.Moving back into the living room, I found my almanbahis yeni giriş sewing kit, and YES! I had the right color, white thread. I turned the hemline up two full inches, then paused, and added a third inch. I was pretty sure that was too much, but thought I?d pin it and see.Once I?d pinned it up, I carefully put it on again, and, once again, held the neckline closed. The bottom hem was now barely a couple of inches below my pubis, way above my knees, and I dithered about it being too high and too revealing.Then I said to hell with it. I promised Sir I would look like a slut, so I would.Since I didn?t have a sewing machine, I tacked the hemline up as best I could, baste-stitching the seam well enough that the hem would stay up for at least the night. Then I sponge-cleaned the dress, and ironed it.I decided I had to close the neck fastener and model the entire dress to be sure, so I slipped it back on. It had a robust hook-and-eye fastener, but try as I would, I could not get it to close. And it was woven into the fabric. I couldn?t just unpick it and move either the hook or eye. Unless I could find a way to close the dress, I was screwed ? or rather, not screwed!A Cry for Help: MartaI was running out of time. It was nearly 6 o?clock by now, and I knew I had no other outfit that would remotely fit the bill. I wasn?t really on friendly terms with any of my neighbors, and there was no way I could ask Sir to help me with this. There just wasn?t time.Then I had a wild idea: the teenager. Hesitantly, I picked up the note she?d given Sir, and opened it. It read:?Please let me ask some questions! I promise not to be a pest!!!? Sammi?Then there was a phone number, presumably her cellphone.The other sheet of paper was a photocopy of her driver?s license from the State of New Jersey. It showed her age as being 17, as promised, and listed her name as Samantha Margaret Kelly-O?Neill.Kelly!A shock ran through my body. I don?t believe in omens, but if such things exist, this was one.Without giving myself time to think about whether this was a good idea, I picked up my phone, blocked my phone number, and called Sammi.There was a cautious, ?Hello???Sammi, hi. This is the women you met in the hallway this afternoon. You know, with Sir?? My voice went up too high at the end of the sentence.?Oh, hi! I?m so grateful you called! Thanks!??Sammi, are you going to be around in a bit? I need some help getting into an outfit, and there?s no one else around I can ask.??Uh, sure. When were you thinking??I stopped. I?d need to shower, and do my hair, then get into my dress, do my make-up, and I wanted to be ready early. I?d need to start right away.?How about at 6:30? Will that interfere with your evening plans???No, almanbahis giriş I?ve already eaten, and I was going to hang out with some of my girlfriends, but they can wait. Sure, I?ll knock on your door at 6:30. Uh, miss, I don?t even know your name. What do I call you??I thought quickly. ?Would you be OK with just calling me Miss for now???Sure! Just like in the books. See you then! Oh wait ? will your boyfriend be there???No, I?m dressing because he?s coming ?round at 7:30 to take me out to eat.??Oh.? She sounded disappointed. ?OK, I?ll be there are 6:30. See ya!?And she was gone.I thought to myself that I?d better get started, and hustled off to the bathroom, turning the shower to medium-hot. If I was going to get my cunt good and hot, it would be easier if the rest of me was warm.****When I stepped into the shower, I was trembling at the thought of what I had to do, and what would happen if I couldn?t or didn?t. I got under the spray, turning ?round, and letting the water run all over me, from my head and hair on down. I took more than the usual amount of shampoo onto my hand, lathered up my hair, then started on the rest of me.I ran my hands slowly over my body, starting with my hands on opposite shoulders, hugging myself and squeezing my tits together with my arms. Then I slowly moved my fingers down over my nipples, pinching and playing with them for a while, using the shampoo lather to make the touch smooth and erotic. I swirled my hands around my stomach, teasing down to my pubic hair, then going sideways and around the back to my ass. I ran my hands over my buttocks, then massaged them, running a finger into my cleft, and up and down, going as far as my perineum and back, lightly fingering my asshole as I did.Then I ran my hands around my thighs, returning to the front. Spreading my legs, I ran both hands up my thighs, then down between my legs, gently massaging my labia, then using both thumbs to spread my lips apart. Next, I started to run a finger up and down, gently fingering my clit along the way. After a few minutes of this, I started running down to my cunt, then putting a finger deep inside, massaging myself inside, then out and back up to my clit again. Lather, rinse, repeat. Lather, rinse, repeat?By this time, I was breathing hard, but didn?t think I?d gone far enough to please Sir, so, reluctantly, I stopped, deliberately avoided touch myself below the neck, rinsed off the shampoo, added conditioner, luxuriantly massaging it into my head, stoking my ears and neck along the way. I was teasing myself, because I knew what was coming. Or rather, not cumming?Once I?d rinsed the conditioner out, I stood still for a second, letting the water run down my head, over my upturned face, down over the front of my body, and bounce off my wide-spread legs. I whimpered slightly, then put some more shampoo in my hands, lathered it up, then reached down with both hands, and started to play with myself in earnest.