In the kitchen, Mike had unbuttoned Dana’s blouse and
unhooked her bra to reveal a luscious set that he was
feverishly massaging. Dana had reached behind her with both
hands pulling Mike’s hips into her while he was still
grinding his cock into her ass. He put both hands down the
front of her pants and started trying to pull them down and
that’s when Dana hesitated. She said she wasn’t sure about
this and Mike suggested she peek into the living room and
see what was going on there. She walked over to the corner
and looked in.
Her chin hit the floor when she saw Barbara and Jimmy
completely nude 69′ing on the couch. Barbara had her legs
clamped around Jimmy’s head and all she could see was his
head moving a little. She had his cock in her mouth and was
moving back and forth from the shaft to his balls. His cock
was glistening in what little light there was.
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Jimmy was still in shock over the new condo that he and
Dana had just moved into. They had saved up the down
payment over a period of about 3 years and now were
realizing the dream of having their own place. It was a
very nice area and the complex they were in had a pool, rec
room and tennis courts.
They were still in the stage of unpacking and hadn’t
had a chance to meet any neighbors yet. He and Dana had put
off starting a family until they were settled into their own
place. It was June and after unpacking for most of the day,
it would be a good time to check out the pool. As they put
on their suits, Jimmy couldn’t help but watch Dana as she
changed. He had always been amazed by her body. She was
very thin except for her chest which she was now trying to
stuff into the top of her bikini.
She remarked that she didn’t know if she should go to
the pool the first time with half her chest hanging out.
Jimmy would be glad to have the men there drool over her,
but he dared not say anything since Dana was pretty
conservative about things like that. It had taken quite
awhile for her just to get comfortable around Jimmy after
they got married. She had been brought up in a pretty
religious family and it had taken Jimmy a long time to
convince her that whatever a man and wife do in privacy is
ok.

Susan broke the kiss and pulled back to smile down at me as I
touched her nipples. “You’re still dressed for the slopes. Let me help
you off with that sweater.”

As I sat up, she pulled my ski sweater off over my head, and then
chuckled. “Want to see my titrings?”

“OK,” I said, as she reached for the fanny pack she’d left beside
the couch.

“I usually wear little titrings, but they don’t look good under
tight sweaters like this,” she said, rummaging through her fanny pack.
“In the right company,” she went on, pulling something out of her pack,
“this is a fun way to wear them.”

She held up a pair of largish rings, something like large hoop
earrings. While I watched, she slid a ring into its place, right through
the knit material of her sweater and obviously through the flesh of her
nipple, in one side and out the other, and then she did the same on the
other side. Half of me wanted to feel grossed out as I watched, but I
was also fascinated and even excited by what I saw.

“Like the look?” she asked, throwing back her shoulders as she
posed for me. The rings dangled in front of her chest, holding my
attention on the her breasts and amplifying her smallest motion with
their swinging and sparkling.
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I tried to tell her that I should pay for my share, but she
insisted, leaving me feeling a bit helpless as I got back into the car.
As I sat in the car, I stewed in my own thoughts, confused by my reaction
to Susan and unsure how to deal with her.

“I’m sorry I put you on the spot back there,” she said as we
pulled onto I-70.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Is it because you can’t think of anything to say, or just that
you don’t think I’d like what you wanted to say. If it’s that, out with
it, be honest.”

“Oh hell,” I finally said, quietly. “All right, I guess I’m a bit
grossed out by that thing you’ve got through your tongue and the diamonds
in your nose, but I’m also bothered out by my reaction to them.”

“They’re not diamonds, they’re cubic zirconia,” she said. “But go
on, what’s the problem, what about your reaction bothers you?”

I took a deep breath. “I don’t know. Hell, that’s not true. I’m
fascinated with what you’ve done, I guess in a way, you’ve â•” this sounds
so corny â•” you’ve awakened a repressed fantasy of mine, and I guess I
have a hard time accepting that I have that kind of fantasy.”

“That took a bit of courage to say, didn’t it,” she said, speaking
quietly.

“Aren’t you missing your exit?” I asked as the interstate took a
turn and began its climb up the south wall of Clear Creek Canyon.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “What’s wrong with that kind of
fantasy? It’s not that uncommon.”

“It isn’t?”

“It’s common enough that people have written books on the subject,
there are people who make their living doing piercing for people like me,
and it’s hardly a new thing. People have worn jewelry in their noses in
India and Africa for millenia, and that’s only the start. Look in the
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I was relaxed enough to look at Susan as a whole person. Perhaps
a day of skiing with her helped, or perhaps I was just getting used to
seeing her strange nose jewelry. She was pretty, short brown hair, round
face and pale skin. Her heavy ski sweater hid her figure, but halfway
through the meal, she said she was hot and took it off, revealing a slim
figure under a snug red turtleneck. Judging by the way the turtleneck
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“Dinner?” I asked.

“In Idaho Springs?”

“Sure.”

“OK,” she said, and then hesitated. “Want a romantic apres-ski
date or just food?”

“Just food was all I had in mind,” I said, and then chuckled, “I’m
open to more, though. Got any place in mind?”

“How about something Chinese?”

“Sounds good.”

She reached over and briefly rested her hand on my knee, and a few
minutes later, we drove off the interstate and pulled up outside a
Chinese restaurant that looked like it had been built in a fairly modern
bank building, complete with drive-up teller’s window.

I went in feeling mellow after a long day on the slopes. Either
the food was good or I was too hungry to be very critical. I wasn’t
feeling very talkative, and that seemed to satisfy Susan, but as she ate,
she looked at me with an interesting look on her face, and she didn’t
seem to mind my looking at her.

“That was a good day of skiing,” I said, helping her load our skis
on the car that evening.

“Yup,” she said. She didn’t say more, and I was too tired to try
to make my own smalltalk as we started the long drive down I-70 out of
the mountains. The sun was behind the high mountains to the west, and I
guessed it would be dark but still early evening by the time we got back
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“What’s the other half?”

“I think noserings are pretty. Do you?”

I hesitated for a moment before I answered. “They’re fascinating
and disturbing, I’ll say that. I can’t say if they’re pretty or not, at
least not yet.”

“Thanks for an honest answer,” she said, smiling. “Ski down with
me?”

I did, and it was fun. Susan is a good recreational skiier,
competent enough to handle just about any slope, but not a racer.

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“Hi Susan!” I said, skiing up to her. “Want to ride up together?”

“Sure,” She said, smiling. “Good skiing?”

We chatted about the usual skiing concerns as we waited in the
lift line, but when we were on the lift, she paused to put sunscreen on
her face. I couldn’t help watching as she worked it in around her nose
jewelry.

She grinned at me as she put the lid back on her tube of
sunscreen. “If you keep watching my nose, you’ll miss the top of the
lift. Need any sunscreen?” She held out the tube to me.
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“Like my noserings?” she asked after we’d ordered.

I felt a bit embarrassed as I stammered my reply, but she seemed
to take my reaction in stride. While we ate, we talked about the day to
come, and after we paid our bills, we talked about the old mining
district along I-70 between Idaho Springs and Silver Plume.

By the time I gotten to my car for the drive back down I-70 toward
Golden, I’d learned her first name and the fact that she was a Denverite.
I also knew that she was single and available, and I guess she knew the
same about me. Without her last name, though, I hadn’t imagined I’d see
her again until her call yesterday when she invited me on a ski trip.