Blueyedchick49 to the Second Power

[doc1948]

Chapter 1: The Initiation

Blueyedchick49 (or just Blue Eyes) stood outside the practice building’s front door awaiting her ride home. She was dressed in an elegant long gown that was probably a bit overdressed for the grand opening of a medical facility, but it was all she had on short notice. It was a long dress with a broad skirt and layers of lace under a satiny blue fabric that gave it body when she stood and swished when she walked. The waist resembled a corset, but was not cinched, but rather was a smooth simple design of darker blue colored satin and a neck that displayed some cleavage. She wore 4” sandal heels and felt a little precarious and on display in them, but they were all she had at the time. Oddly, she knew people were looking at her, and she enjoyed the sensation of men trying to see her more closely but also staying their distance. She caught men looking at her more intently, and could feel their looks penetrate her body as if they were removing parts of her dress that covered her most private and sensual areas. Their looks were somehow intoxicating, and she tried to dismiss them, but she kept wandering back to them. She even shifted her stance and bent over to seemingly check her dress knowing she was revealing more of her chest than she probably should have, but she was excited and could not help herself. She was wet and getting wetter. She knew her long dress would cover any wetness she encountered, but she had a sense that it started to drizzle down her legs. Needless to say, she knew her panties were soaked, and somehow that infused an additional stimulation to get wetter.

As she stood on that corner, she thought of her fantasy of being taken against her will and used for pleasure. It was a thought that both excited her and embarrassed her that someone would know and think she was weird and in need of psychological help, and yet, it still pervaded her mind. She thought of being slowly striped, 1 layer of clothes at a time, perhaps revealing parts of her body that would normally not be seen, and those things that could be revealed, left covered. The contrast was driving her crazy! She knew she could not dwell on that imagery because she would start to shift her weight uneasily and draw attention, and not in a sensual way.