An Author's Surprise
written by:
JenniGee

"Oh Kay, do I really have to? You know how I hate them."

Kay is my literary agent, mentor and good friend. She knows how I dislike attending book signings but points out that a good - she stresses the word - author takes every opportunity to expose herself to her buying public. The latter part of that statement was to hit home sooner than she had envisaged and in a way that neither of us could have feared or dreamed.

"Don't argue, you know that I'm always looking after your interests."

"More like the huge commissions I let you steal from me", I whined. That got me a smack on my bare butt as I scuttled off to the shower.

Kay joined me in the bathroom to reinforce her message that any and all publicity helps a "struggling" author. I held up my fist to her through the misty glass of the cubicle and tipped my butt at her.

"Prepare yourself for a surprise Dinah..." she waited for me to stop flailing my towel around as I dried my back. I said nothing but raised an eyebrow, a signal she knew meant ‘don't push me girlfriend'. Kay giggled but stepped out of range of the bath towel. "Then I won't tell you." She prepared her escape just in case.

"Give it up, madam literary agent or..." I raised the towel and struck what I thought to be an Amazonian aggressive pose. She just giggled again.

I was on her in a flash hugging her to my wet body.

"Stop it you stupid mare, I have an appointment in half an hour and you'll ruin my suit", Kay yelled then screamed as I tickled her. I swear there is more than a little lesbian in her.

I wasn't surprised, I was shocked. Kay, my usually anonymous agent proposed to come with me to the signing! Why? There was definitely something she was not telling me.

Next day I was up early, nervous, on edge, worrying, wondering if I could cancel the signing.

Hot water allowed me to luxuriate and reduce many of my usual fears. I petted my body. Out of the cubicle and dry I posed and appreciated my body. I was lucky and I knew it. Thirty-five years old and still managing to stay slim. Not without considerable effort and sacrifice - no chocolate for instance as I was a chocoholic. Little wine, only at signings and launches and other necessary functions. Lots of physical activity - not of the type that I adore though - sex.

Mr. Dunn and I are ex. Some three years now. Oh, it was amicable, indeed, when ever our paths cross for more than fifteen minutes we do it... sex I mean. We love each other still but we saw so little of each other, our worlds grew so far apart that it was akin to being single. Single people do as singles do and we both resorted to sex with others. It's been an age since I rolled in the proverbial hay and really, I hate the messy business of ‘self-help'. Call it what you want it's still masturbation.

I am vain. There I've said it! As I tried to decide on what exactly to wear I found myself standing close to the mirrored doors of the wardrobe wondering what a man could see that would turn him off from my naked body. Kay says it's my fame - or if she is feeling devilish - that I have become an ‘ice-maiden'. She knows that she has to run if she dare say it though.

What to wear? It's cold out so for sure I'll wear a trench coat; big faux fur collar, wide lapels that cross over and a length that reaches below the knees.

I pull from the wardrobe and hold against my nakedness a pair of sensible, thick trousers and a cashmere sweater. Already I can see Kay's grimace at the ensemble - she insists that I ‘sell it', my body - you got it sweetie so sell it, use it, it brings in sales. I sigh; all I want to do is write for goodness sakes.

Okay, what then? A slinky, figure-hugging dress? I pull one on and in my vanity I imagine wowing the men until I start with raising my own temperature and have to disrobe quickly. Kay would love that, but she can go... well never mind. A sensible winter skirt with a length below the knees and loose silk shirt that shows too much cleavage - those too I try on until I find the spectre of ‘self-help' nudging at the periphery of my mind.

Finally what I choose is a loose, navy blue skirt that doesn't reach my knees; I'll have to be careful as normally I wear jeans and have almost lost the built-in ‘clenched-knees' of a lady when wearing dresses and skirts. I top the skirt with a skin-tight ice-blue knitted top. I can't wear a bra under the top as it would show through and no girl wants the under-wiring to be that obvious.

My breasts are no more that large nipples - as Mr Dunn used to complain and he would suck and kiss and massage them so often; ‘just to get them bigger darling', he would claim. My 32B's can embarrass me sometimes though as I have pronounced nipples.

The devil in my subconscious tells me to put the warm, comfortable, Bridget Jones pants away and choose a pair of sexy panties. Despite my natural reservations regarding allowing a cheese-wire access to my anus I wear a string that I bought in a moment of madness some months ago and never dared wear; I'm sure that I'll live to regret the choice but Kay, will, I'm sure be pleased with my daring.

Now in my car and on my way to the venue the folly of the choice of undies guarding, or not, my sit-upon has come to the fore and I'm sure that the man in the car next to mine at the traffic lights was convinced I was pleasuring myself as I tried desperately to peel the string from my pussy to relieve it cutting my anus. Thank goodness I always carry a spare pair of panties in my bag; I will change at the venue as I shall be bursting to pee when I get there.

In the rear-view mirror my makeup looks okay if a little heavily applied; those bright halogen lamps in the bathroom seem to lie to me but I don't look too tarty.

Tarty. Oh my goodness Kay is dressed like a tart! I've never seen her so badly dressed. She is actually only eighteen months my junior at thirty-three but she is dressed as a teen on a weekend night at a club. Her dress is similar to that which I had discounted earlier; her tits are virtually hanging out and her big butt looks bigger in that skin-tight summer dress. The four inch heels make her walk as if disabled and where, for god sake, is her coat?

I walk by my agent as if I don't know her and grunt "slut" as I pass her.

"Dinah darling", she virtually screams at me when she sees me. Thank god Dinah is a nickname and not too many people in the library associate the name with me.

"Sod off, meet me in the loos", I spit at her, and strut off as fast as my sensible two inch heels allow.

Even in the ladies toilets Kay has no idea why I am angry and embarrassed. "What? What is it Dinah?"

My face barely inches from her face and my pointed finger touching her chin I warn her through gritted teeth, "do NOT show that you know me, don't come near me, what the hell do you look like?"

Kay looked in the mirrors then at me, "but... I thought..."

I told her in my best builders' language that she so obviously hadn't thought and that as my agent she was expected to dress sensibly. I left her as a wayward tear began what would be an erosion of the three-inch slap that she had applied with a palate knife.

I didn't wait to hear what her "but..." was about.

The nerves that I thought I had calmed or at least had under control were jangling as I stood by the desk where I would sign my novels. A cheer and applause calmed me somewhat. I was introduced formally by the manager of the store and then got my head down scribbling various messages in the cover. Each buyer got my - oh my god thank you so much and oh no, I don't deserve it - smiles.

Kay my agent had done well with her promotions, and lots of people bought and had signed, my latest publication. It was early evening by the time the queue of people ended, although around ten men and a girl remained chatting enthusiastically. Kay was on the periphery of the group looking thoroughly miserable, a sight that tugged hard at my heartstrings.

Suddenly she plucked up courage and tottered to the signing desk and rapped on it. "I'm sure that you will want to thank Miss Kramer the author for spending time with us, as I am sure too that she would extend her gratitude for so many of you making a purchase of her latest successful novel." My agent continued with her agent-speak as only she can.

I forced a beaming smile that I didn't feel convinced of and waved thanks to all present.

"Now, as promised", and Kay forced a weak if apologetic smile in my direction, "Miss Kramer, Summer, will read, not from her book, we don't want to spoil it for you do we?" This time her face showed fear when she looked in my direction. "But", she continued smiling sweetly at the eleven people still standing there, "from her," Kay coughed lightly, "um... collection of erotic stories."

I was horrified and struggled to keep the weak smile fixed on my lips. I took the electronic ereader that Kay proffered." Oh no, really, I can't, they were written as a hobby far too awful for public consumption." I pleaded.

The soft chant of "read, read, read", grew until I had to cover my ears and cry out, "yes, yes, okay!" Kay would die, if I could only grab her, and no jury would convict me.

As chairs were found and the ‘guests' were settled in a semi-circle I tried to calm my nerves. Then silence fell and thirteen faces (including the manager and my ex-agent) concentrated expectantly on me. I sat on the edge of the desk and tried to look relaxed. When I'm nervous my voice is affected, it sounds hoarse and deeper - oh so sexy, Mr Dunn used to tell me.

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I began reading...

"Hi" Kelly looked up, a guy in swim shorts pauses as he walks by.

"Oh hi," she replies, crossing one arm across her bare chest, once again thankful for her small 32B boobs. "I've been coming to this beach for years but was unaware that these little coves existed." The man waved his hand expansively. "The rest of the nudist beach gets populated very quickly," he added.

He was a handsome guy around her age she judged, and the only thing that detracted was that he was slightly hairy. Kelly had never found it as sexy as some of her friends did. Kelly looked down shyly, "I don't go there, I... I... I'm not quite ready for that... yet." She raised her eyes again.

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I raised my eyes and looked at the expectant faces listening to my silly story.

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His eyes dropped to the arm with which Kelly was protecting the modesty of her breasts. "You're not yet comfortable with any degree of nudity?

"Oh, well..."

"If it helps, I am half naked already, it feels great, why not join me?" He grinned as his hands indicated his shirtless torso.

"Ha ha, it's different for men, you don't have..."

"Oh no?" The man cupped his almost perfect pecs, turned to present himself in profile presenting his chest as if he was a female model.

Kelly forgot to hide her boobs as she laughed at the guy's antics. Then as she realised that his eyes were on them she felt it would be more embarrassing to try to hide them again.

"There, that wasn't too traumatic was it, they are gorgeous, and believe me I am a connoisseur in these matters," he grinned. "By the way I'm Alex."

"I'm Kelly, hi again," she giggled.

Alex moved a few steps nearer; Kelly's arm almost resumed its place across her chest, but her hand stayed in her lap.

------------------------------- Guys looked at guys and nodded knowingly, even the manager and Kay nodded in female understanding of the beach situation. -----------------------------

"Look, you're never going to believe this," a serious look had replaced the grin, "but I am struggling too... with the final action of getting nude. It's true, I can't bring myself to take these off," he clutched at his shorts. "Would you help me?"

Both Kelly's arms swung to protect her breasts. "N...n...no, I couldn't."

Kelly's eyes clamped shut and she turned her face away as Alex started to pull down his shorts but curiosity got the better of her and she peeked at him. He stood there his shorts at his ankles but at his crotch was a tiny man-thong. From the packing in the thong she wasn't too sure if he had a small but erect dick or a large flaccid one.

Alex chuckled. "It's not the shorts but the thong that is the final action. You see it's all very well for you females to throw off your undies, you don't get... well, embarrassed as we men do. Do me a great favour and help me prove that point... please?"

Kelly liked his approach, if this was a pickup line it was the best she had heard. "What do you want me to do? I am definitely not pulling down your undies," she stated blandly. ------------------------------- As I read I watched the men, they settled forward in the chairs and ‘adjusted' the crotch of their pants. They continued to nod and murmur to their immediate neighbours. I read on... ------------------------------

"It's much more cheeky than that... prove that you have nothing that will embarrass you in those swim pants like I have in mine?" He indicated his bulge and that he wanted Kelly to remove the bottoms to her bikini.

Kelly rounded her shoulders to ensure that her boobs were covered and sat her butt harder into the soft, silver sand. "I really don't think I am ready..." her voice trailed off. She bit her bottom lip at the guy's look of abject disappointment.

"Oh okay, but you have to turn around and not turn back until I say, okay?" She looked for a sign that she could trust him.

Alex turned his back to her, she waited to see if he sneaked a peek, when he didn't she stood, quickly pulled down her bottoms then sat in the warm sand so that her pussy and mound were out of Alex's sight. "I've done it, you can turn around." She wasn't surprised to see his eyes dart straight to her hips.

--------------------------- In the library men shuffled their bottoms on the seats and one or two moved their heads as if trying to peek and the girl in the story. -------------------------------

Alex held out his arms in a gesture of success. "There you see, nothing, if that had been me I would have had to explain why there was something poking out of my groin. Tell you what, why don't you close your eyes while I take off my thong then when I'm sat down as you are, you open your eyes?"

Kelly giggled, this was fun, and she nodded in affirmation.

"Do you have sun block as I am going to need some for a delicate area, oh, you can look now,"

That was intriguing, about the ‘delicate area', Kelly needed to look now. She opened her eyes and they were drawn to an object nestling between Alex's thighs. It was the head of his dick, she giggled.

Grinning, Alex said," There, I knew it, damn, you laughed, how embarrassing, look at you, nothing showing. Well we can't stay like this, what you say that we both lie down and get some sun like two regular nudists?"

---------------------------- The men were now overtly rubbing the front of their pants, neither Kay nor the manager seemed unhappy at this situation. Men in front of me nodded... they thought that the girl in the story should lie down... naked. With some horror I noticed that a man sitting next to my literary agent Kay, had his hand in his pants, a point that hadn't gone unnoticed by Kay. To my shock she pushed her hand in too, the man grinned broadly.

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Kelly felt totally at ease and nodded, she was none-the-less careful to keep her pussy hidden as she turned onto her back. Alex lie on his back with his manhood now fully on display and Kelly squinted against the sun to admire it.

"So you are a true blonde," laughed Alex. I hate those shaven mounds, too overt, no mystery, yours is mysterious, exciting."

Kelly felt something tickle inside her pussy and realised that she was becoming aroused by the situation of being naked, with a naked man beside her, and his smooth, easy voice. She said nothing but felt satisfying warmth spread over her body.

Alex obviously wasn't aware just how revealing could be the signs of an aroused female; pink, even red, puffy pussy lips, erect areola and nut-hard nipples, and she wasn't about to enlighten him as she was well aware how aroused the situation had got her. Looking down her body she was alarmed at just how prominent her nipples had become.

There were those nerves again as Alex rolled over onto his tummy and began chatting, drawing something with his finger in the sand. His soft voice and easy chatting relaxed her and soon she was hardly aware that her legs had parted slightly. After a time Kelly was curious as to what doodles he had been drawing for so long in the sand. She lifted herself to her elbows and looked. In the sand was his representation of a pussy, with narrow, tightly closed labia. Next to it another but this time with fat outer lips and inner ones showing through; even a man's idea of a clitoris.

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A man stood up and walked towards me, my body stiffened. He stood in front of me and without speaking or permission he lifted the hem of my jersey top until my boobs were bare and on display. Dumbly I did nothing except read more of my story... --------------------------

Kelly stared at the doodle then into Alex's eyes as he looked up. Alex looked at his artwork then nodded towards her crotch. Instantly Kelly's hand dived to cover what she now was aware would be a pussy similar to the second of Alex's drawings. Her fingers only transmitted the proof of her fears; heat pervaded blood engorged lips; a clit that delighted in the accidental brush of her fingers, and a hint of moisture at one delving finger tip.

This was unfair, now there could be no doubt in the mind of Alex that Kelly was sexually aroused; she was at a disadvantage and needed to either get away from this situation or turn the tables on this devious man.

A wriggle of his hips in the sand gave her an idea how to perhaps embarrass her new friend or at least to force him to join her in revealing his sex organ in totality. Boldly she stood up and walked to his feet. In order to see what she was up to Alex turned onto his back. Kelly gasped; now that he unmistakably had an erection, the size of his cock took her by surprise. It both excited her and made her nervous. How she wished she could reach down to her pussy and pet it because without doubt it had changed to sport fully engorged labia and clitoris pressing to emerge from its hiding place.

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Kay had the man's cock out and had dropped to her knees; she grinned at me and in one swift move took the phallus in her mouth. More men became embolden and pulled out their cocks. The manager, not to be left out, walked to a tall handsome older man and dropped to her knees before him, her fingers pulling at the zipper of his jeans. Hot lips now sucked at my prominent nipples and I found it difficult to read the story. The man pulled my top off and tried the fastener to my skirt. Desperately, I read more... -----------------------------

As if reading her thoughts Alex grabbed his cock and indicated that she should likewise touch her own genitals. Surprisingly it felt so natural when finally with her heart in her mouth she boldly pushed the tip of her middle finger between sticky-wet lips and into her love tunnel. Her male companion was excited by her movement and strongly stroked his cock, which in turn encouraged her to press the finger to the knuckle down the tightness of her aching vagina.

"Oh my god Alex, what are we like? She laughed out loud.

"Kelly, you have allowed me to overcome my shyness, we are wanking, you and me, and it's wonderful, don't you agree?"

Kelly nodded, almost at the same frequency as her fingers now pleasured her pussy. "Oh god it is so exciting, I never knew how exciting it could be. I didn't dream that I would ever do this in front of a guy let alone on a public beach."

"Should we bring ourselves off Kelly... or... or..." Alex stopped pumping his fat hardness and waited for a reply from his female partner. "You mean...?"

---------------------------------- A tall young man had crept in front of me and was teasing apart my knees. His hand slithered up my inner thighs until his fingers found the excuse for underwear that I wore. In a blink of an eye had had literally torn them off. His fingers found a very wet and noisy pussy as they delved far inside me. Kay had been raised to her feet but would not relinquish the meat in her mouth. One man sat between her feet, his mouth so obviously gorging on her pussy while another man prepared her ass and his cock to enter her. I was determined to finish my short story... -----------------------

Kelly knew what Alex meant; he meant that they should fuck, there on the beach, naked, in public. Her heart pounded, she could taste the adrenalin pumping through her body. She wanted it, how she wanted it, but he had to be the one to say it, he had to be in command.

"Let's fuck babe, let's do it right here and now, we have arrived at a new life you and me, we can do anything!" Alex's face was red with desire for her; he had said it, she felt that now she had permission.

"Yes, yes, fuck me honey, I want you, I need your cock inside me, oh god, do it Alex, please fuck me, now!" Her words were slightly garbled as her desire overcame her ability to talk, all she wanted now was to hold and be held, to kiss and be kissed, to be fucked by this wonderful man who had released her from the straight jacket of shyness.

Holding each other tightly, his cock already seeking out the space between her wet thighs they kissed, they scanned the beach, they kissed again, and then still clinging tightly sank to the sand close to the base of the dunes.

On her back, her knees wide apart Kelly welcomed Alex's body between her thighs and his cock into her tight, but welcoming vagina. Her inexperience coupled with her heightened libido had an orgasm hitting her almost instantly.

Alex, well aware of what had happened, broke their kiss, smiled at her and whispered, "There will be many more of those, babe."

------------------------ Barely had those words left my lips than something was pressing at them in the shape of a large penis. I resisted only because I didn't want that down my throat without a pause. Then unceremoniously I was stood up and stripped of the rest of my clothes, what little there were. I had no time to see how the manager and Kay were, I feasted at the end of sexual famine.

Bent over the signing table I joyed at the girth of the man that pierced my wanting pussy while another of my fans fed me another cock which I stroked with lips and tongue. Yet another reader took my hand to his incredibly hard erection as he tweaked my nipples.

When, goodness knows how much later, we women met in the loos to clean up Kay looked at me with fear in her blue eyes. I hugged her to me.

"Wowee Kay! But please, don't ever do that again... not for a year anyhow, my pussy needs to recover." She clung onto me and we laughed like naughty school girls.

The manager worried how she would explain the glow in her cheeks and... elsewhere to her husband - they hadn't had sex in years she admitted.