Desires Unlimited - Extract

 

"What's cooking Jet?" asked one of the men.

"Wet T-shirt competition. And this bitch is our contestant."

Belinda realised with a start that he was talking about her.

"You want me to enter that?"

"Yeah. You're pretty well stacked. We could make you an honorary Cobra."

Belinda shook her head. "No," she said. "I couldn't."

"You fucking could, and you will."

"But I..."

"You're the one for it," said Jet. "That's not fucking padding in there is it?"

"Certainly not," said Belinda indignantly. She was immensely proud of her breasts and was fond of wearing tops that showed them off at their best.

She looked around at the bikers. The whole idea was unthinkable. Her, Belinda, the sensible, serious businesswoman, take part in a wet T-shirt competition with a bunch of scruffy bikers? It was crazy.

But was it really so crazy? Hadn't she already stepped outside the bounds of normality by allowing herself to come with them to this place? Was she really such a prude as to turn down the suggestion flat? She shook her head in confusion, unable to believe that she was even contemplating the idea. Yet she was, and the more she thought about it, the more she was unable to find an argument against it. There was another factor too, though one she was reluctant to admit to herself. The fact was that the idea of the contest was oddly thrilling to her. But how on earth would she summon up the courage?

"All right," she said quietly.

"Fucking right" said Jet. "This bitch is going to represent the Cobras."

"Come with us," said Vixen, beckoning to Belinda. "We'll show you the ropes."

Still in a daze, Belinda followed Vixen and the other female bikers across to the edge of the clearing. They took her into a group of trees behind some bushes.

"You ever do one of these things before?" asked Vixen.

Belinda shook her head.

"It's no big fucking deal. You've just got to be proud of those tits. Here's the T-shirt, now get your top off."

"Must I?"

"Of course you fucking must."

"I... I don't have any knickers on."

Jet grinned. "No problem."

Belinda hesitated for a moment, looking round at the biker girls, who were watching her expectantly. Then, her face reddening, she reached up and untied her skimpy bra.

She allowed it to slip down her back and drop to the ground. Then she stood, her arms hanging at her side, whilst they took her in.

Vixen gave a little whistle. "Boy, those are fucking perfect."

Belinda's breasts were indeed lovely to behold. Firm and plump they jutted proudly from her chest with barely a hint of sag. The nipples were large and brown. They were not even partially erect, yet still came to thick points that looked designed to accommodate a lover's lips. Belinda stood, feeling pale and conspicuous as the bikers studied her body. She wished she had worn a more substantial pair of shorts. The ones she had on sat so low on her hips.

She reached for the T-shirt, pulling it over her head. It fitted quite snugly, so that her breasts pressed against the material, her nipples perfectly outlined. She dragged the hem down as low as she was able, but still it barely reached below her breasts.

"Must I really do this?" she asked.

Vixen inspected her critically, then gave a nod.

"Fucking right," she said. "Let's go."

As they emerged from the trees, Belinda saw that all the bikers had gravitated toward the stage, where the band was still beating out its music. Then she saw the other competitors. They were dressed just as she was, in a white T-shirt though their knickers revealed a lot less than her tiny shorts. There were three of them. All three had beautiful figures, their legs shapely, their waists slim. And all three bulged invitingly from their T-shirts. Belinda glanced down at her own chest and, for the first time, found herself feeling competitive. All at once she wanted to win the competition, and she began to eye the other girls critically.

Jet came across and put his arm about her. "You look great, you fucking slut," he said. "Go and show them who's boss."

She lowered her eyes. "I'll do my best," she said.

The music had stopped now, and a man climbed onto the stage. Like all the bikers he was clad in denim, a large beer paunch hanging over the waistline of his jeans.

"Right guys," he called. "My name's Bud, and I'm running this show. And I think it's time for some action. We've got four little beauties here, and an impartial gang of Judges, yourselves."

At this a cheer went up from the watching bikers.

"Let's have the first contestant then," he went on. "It's Flash from The Devils."

For a moment none of the four girls moved. Then two burly bikers stepped forward and, amid much catcalling and whistling, dragged the first girl onto the stage. Flash was tall and willowy, her body curving smoothly in at the waist. She had long, dark hair that hung down her back. She stood, her pretty face wearing a slightly nervous expression as the man on the stage described her charms to the onlookers.

"Now," he said at last. "Let's see what she's really made of."

From the front of the audience a man stepped out carrying a large bucket of water. Before Flash had a chance to turn away he had flung it over her, soaking her completely and making her squeal with the cold. Another cheer went up from the onlookers as she staggered to the front of the stage.

The water had done what was required of it. The whiteness of the T-shirt's material had been rendered virtually transparent by the soaking, and the paleness of Flash's breasts was now clearly visible, the darker flesh of her nipples contrasting starkly.

Flash was made to turn on the spot whilst the catcalling men admired her body. Then it was the next girl's turn.

The second contestant was called Suki. She was smaller than Flash, and had an hourglass figure, with a trim waist opening to large hips. She too looked nervous and shied away the moment the bucket of water appeared. There was no escaping it, however, and in no time she too was drenched, and her lovely, pert breasts were on view to those watching.

The third contestant stood beside Belinda without speaking. By elimination, this had to be Moll. Belinda had already guessed as much, though, from the way her breasts pressed against the material of her T-shirt. Suki and Flash had certainly been generously endowed, but there was no doubt that Moll was something special, and Belinda began to doubt whether she really would win the contest.

Moll was called up onto the stage. At once the shouts and whistles doubled in volume. She was much more confident than her two predecessors, blowing kisses to the crowd and striking provocative poses on the stage. She didn't flinch when the water was flung over her, laughing and pressing her chest forward as her magnificent breasts became suddenly visible through the thin material.

Moll strutted up and down the stage, grinning at the crowd, placing a hand on one hip and laughing aloud at the lewd comments they shouted. Belinda watched her with some apprehension. Clearly she was not going to be easy to beat.

All at once, Belinda realised that her turn had arrived. The crowd shouted their approval as she shuffled nervously onto the stage. As she looked out at the rowdy bikers she suddenly felt a sense of unreality. Could this really be her, standing before a group of bikers wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of very brief shorts? By rights she should be relaxing at her country retreat, not putting on a lewd show for these young men and women.

But at the same time she felt a genuine excitement at what she was doing. Somewhere, deep inside, a base desire was being satisfied by her exhibitionism. The idea of all these strangers ogling her body was a real turn-on. Especially since she knew she had a gorgeous figure, and one which would excite all the men watching.

So engrossed was she in her audience that Belinda almost forgot the man with the bucket. She was reminded well enough, though, by the freezing cold water that was suddenly poured over her, drenching her completely.

Once again a cry of approval arose from the onlookers. Belinda glanced down at herself to see that, as with the girls who had gone ahead of her, her breasts were now quite visible through the wet material. There was another effect, too. One that made her face glow even redder. The icy coldness of the water had caused her nipples to harden, so that they pressed against the clinging T-shirt, forming solid knobs of brown flesh.

Belinda's first instinct was to cover herself. To place her hands across her breasts and hide her nakedness. But then Jet caught her eye, and she thought of the honour of the Cobras, and the confidence which Moll had displayed. At once she remembered her determination to acquit herself well in the competition, and the way the girl bikers had supported her, and she determined to do her best.

She placed her hands on her hips, smiling at the onlookers, who cheered her reaction. She knew that those staring up at her could clearly see her vagina beneath the tiny skirt, but somehow that added to her excitement.

Like Moll, she started to strut up and down the stage, pressing her chest forward and catching the eyes of those below her, winking suggestively at them. More applause arose as she shook her shoulders, making her breasts quiver in the most delightful manner. With a shock Belinda realised that she was enjoying herself tremendously, and that each cheer was increasing her arousal.

Bud started clapping his hands and indicated to Belinda that she must take her place alongside the other contestants, who had stood back from the edge of the stage whilst she had been parading. She gave a final wave to the ecstatic bikers, then stepped back to take up her place beside Moll.

Bud took charge again. He began calling up each girl in turn, extolling her beauty and urging even more applause. Moll was, once again, in her element, laughing at his comments and pressing her body against his. Not to be outdone, when it came to her turn Belinda grabbed him and planted her mouth over his, probing her tongue into his mouth and rubbing her breasts against him. By the time she broke away she was feeling even more horny, and she threw a defiant glance at Moll as she took her place in the line-up once more.

Bud called for silence, and announced a preliminary vote. The rules were that a gang couldn't vote for their own contestant. One by one the girls were brought forward and the men raised their hands. Suki and Flash took about a third of the votes between them, the rest were almost equally divided between Moll and Belinda, with Belinda slightly ahead.

Suki and Flash were ushered off the stage, amid much cheering from the audience. Then Bud called for silence once more.

"Okay," he said. "It's between Moll and Belinda now. I want you girls to show us what you've got. The biggest cheer wins it."

At once Moll went into a dance routine, shimmying across the stage and striking the most evocative poses, much to the delight of those watching. Not to be outdone, Belinda too began to move. She had always been an excellent dancer, and now she put her skills to good use, her body moving smoothly to a silent rhythm.

For a while there was nothing between the two girls as they showed off their bodies to the excited crowd. First one would get a cheer, then the other. Then Belinda noticed that Moll had stopped dancing and had moved to the front of the stage. She stood with her hands on her hips, watching Belinda.

Belinda too stopped, and went across to stand in front of Moll. The two girls faced each other whilst the crowd shouted to them. At first Belinda couldn't make out what they were saying. Then she heard the words "Get them off," and she knew what was being asked. She looked down at Jet.

"Fucking do it, bitch!"

Slowly, simultaneously, the two girls reached for the hem of their T-shirts. Both grasped the material and pulled it up to just beneath their breasts, revealing their midriffs and bringing fresh cries of approval from below. Then Moll winked at Belinda, and both girls dragged the sodden garments over their heads and off, tossing them far out into the crowd.

Belinda eyed Moll's breasts. They were indeed magnificent , with large areolae, the nipples forming hard brown buds. She glanced down at her own chest, noting how her nipples still protruded from her firm mounds. The audience were hysterical now, and she knew what they were asking for.

Moll looked down at them, shaking her head and laughing.

Then Jet shouted again.

"Get your fucking shorts off woman! Do it now!"