When Clare got home from her adventurous day at the naturist spa, she poured herself a gin and tonic and sat down on her sofa. She didn't often drink at home and, certainly, not when she was on her own. But she didn't often fuck a total stranger either and she had done that today. A little drink was hardly in the same league.

Clare thought back on her day. She really hadn't intended for events to play out the way they had. She had just meant to dare to be naked in front of other naked people. She hadn't anticipated that this might lead to a total stranger fucking her from behind while another man ejaculated into her mouth.

Before today, Clare had only had sex with one other man and that had only been after they had been "going out" for a couple of years. Today's events had been so out of character that she began to wonder whether she had imagined them. But the warm glow in her vagina and the slight salty taste in her mouth, now being obliterated by the G&T, reassured her that it had all happened.

As she thought back, she pulled the hem of her sundress up and slipped a hand into her knickers. Without really thinking what she was doing, she moved her hand over her patch of pubic hair and gently stoked her lower lips and clitoris. She placed her glass on the nearby coffee table and used her free hand to cup and caress her breasts through her dress. She spread her legs, lying back on the sofa and slipped a couple of fingers into where that big cock had stretched her a couple of hours previously. As her arousal grew, she began to breathe heavily and moan quietly. She came quite quickly, thinking back on the sensation of being fucked by one stranger while sucking another one.

"What am I turning into?" she thought as the waves of her climax subsided and she withdrew her hand from her wet cunt.

The rest of the evening passed normally. Clare cooked herself a meal, watched a little TV and went to bed. She fell asleep almost immediately, too tired to masturbate again. It had been an exhausting day.

The next day, Clare went into work as receptionist in the car showroom as normal. It was a very male environment. The four car salesmen were all keen to make sales and competed with each other to top the monthly sales chart. They had all, in the past, tried it on with Clare to some extent. She had never been sure if they were serious and hadn't been interested anyway. They were all married and some had children.

But that was then. Now Clare felt like a different woman. She was a woman who had sex with strangers. All right, only one stranger (well, maybe two, depending on your definition of sex). But she was no longer the shy Clare who had been practically a virgin.

As if reading her thoughts, one of the men, Chris, sidled past her reception desk.

"Hiya Gorgeous. You're looking glowing. Good night was it?" he said.

Blushing, Clare replied. "Just the usual. An evening of TV and then bed. Alone."

She'd meant the last word to close down the conversation but, somehow, the way she said it invited a response. And it got one.

"Well, if ever you don't want to be alone in your bed, you know who to call," said Chris.

Normally, Clare would have been embarrassed and would have just tutted or told him not to be silly. But this was New Clare. The one who fucked strangers.

"I may take you up on that," she said.

It was Chris's turn to be embarrassed and he hurriedly walked away, his bluff called.

The rest of the day passed in a mixture of routine and slight sexual tension for Clare. The salesmen were all similar. They were all in their thirties, favoured light grey, off-the-peg suits and wore the company blue tie. The others were called Jim, Scotty and Harry. They were all around 5 feet, 10 inches in height, except Harry, who was a couple of inches shorter. They all had short, neatly-combed hair and all looked like they worked out in the gym, or jogged, just enough to keep the fat away.

Their talk was mainly about the fantasy cars they'd like to own, as opposed to the mundane Hyundais they mainly sold. Maseratis, Astons and Ferraris featured heavily. Or they compared sales bonuses. Each would help the others perform the "I'll have to get my manager to authorise such a good deal" trick with naive customers. The salesman making the deal would go into a huddle with one of the others, talk about football or something, and then go back and tell the customer how lucky they were and nobody else was getting a deal like them. They were, in short, typical car salesmen.

Clare rarely took her own car to work. The forecourt was needed to display the stock and there was little room for staff parking. She would either walk for half an hour or take a bus. At the end of this day, Chris offered her a lift home. Instead of her normal polite refusal, she said that was very kind and accepted his offer.

Chris had one of the traded in cars at his disposal that week and so he and Clare set out on the short drive to her flat in a BMW 3 Series. When they arrived outside, Clare asked if he would like to come in for a cup of tea, or maybe something stronger.

Chris was very surprised but, as his wife was away visiting her parents that week, said he would be pleased.

They made their way up to Clare's flat and into her living room. He looked at her. She looked at him. All thoughts of tea or gin were forgotten. He leant in to kiss her. She felt his tongue press against her teeth and she opened her mouth to allow it to enter. Neither spoke a word.

Chris realised that this woman, whom he saw every day, was really quite attractive. She had long, straight, brown hair, brown eyes, a good figure with largeish breasts and a slight stomach. And now she had her arms reaching round behind him, stopping him from breaking the kiss.

He could feel his penis rising as he pressed against her. He wondered if she could feel it too. The answer came as her hand dropped down to rub him through his trousers.

"Mmmm," she said.

They pulled slightly apart. Chris slipped off his suit jacket and took off his tie. Clare undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a hairless, well-muscled chest and stomach. Her hands moved to his belt. They both wondered where this eager woman had come from.

She undid his belt and waistband and unzipped his fly. His trousers fell around his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and managed to get out of his trousers. He reached down and removed his socks. He now stood in front of her naked, apart from his boxer trunks. She was rubbing his erection through his pants.

He reached behind her to undo the buttons of her dress and pulled it down over her shoulders. She stepped out of it and stood before him in just her matching blue bra and knickers. She looked stunning.

He unclipped her bra and pulled it off. Her large breasts tumbled out and hung down slightly. Her brown nipples were sticking up.

"Shall we move somewhere more comfortable?" she breathed.

He followed her into her bedroom. She lay on her back on the bed. He lay beside her and they resumed kissing, stroking each other all over. He slipped a hand into the back of her knickers and caressed her bum. She put her hand down the front of his pants and sought out his hardness. She groaned pleasurably as she tightened her hand around his shaft.

He worked her knickers over her hips and off. She had a beautiful mound of auburn pubic hair. She pulled his pants off. His penis stood proudly between the two of them. It was the biggest Clare had ever seen. Although, she reminded herself, she had only ever seen three close up and two of those were yesterday. It must have been about eight inches long. It was thinner than her mystery man's of the day before. But that length...

Chris moved between her legs and began to lap at her cunt, slowly moving his tongue up and down her lips and occasionally brushing it against her clitoris. He prided himself on his oral technique. Clare was certainly enjoying it. She grew wetter and wetter. Chris's hands reached up to twist gently at her nipples.

Clare was in heaven. She had never realised that sex could be this good. Her first boyfriend had never got her into this state. She began to cry out as she approached an orgasm. Chris moved a hand from her breasts and slipped a finger, then two fingers, inside her. He pushed against her G spot as his mouth sucked on her clit. It was more than enough for Clare and she came heavily, crying out with pleasure.

Before she had time to think, Chris moved up, slipping his long shaft into her willing cunt. He pumped away quickly, sending more waves of pleasure through her body. Suddenly, she came briefly to her senses.

"I'm not on the pill. Don't come in me."

Chris carried on pumping, getting faster and faster. She came again. As Chris felt her vagina contract on his cock, he could hold out no longer. He pulled out of her, grasped his cock and sprayed his sperm over her pubic hair and stomach. A stream of white spunk shot out of him and onto her, leaving her a sticky mess.

He rolled off her and they lay side-by-side. They were both exhausted and both hesitated to speak.

Eventually, Chris broke the silence.

"How come you've always given me the brush off before? What happened today to make you want this?"

"I don't know," said Clare. "I just wanted sex."

"Just sex, not me?" he asked.

"Sorry. But I think so. You were very good though. Not that I'm very experienced in these things."

Chris felt slightly hurt that it hadn't been just him that had been the attraction. But he latched onto the words "very good." How strange is the male ego?

She sensed his disappointment and leant over and took his shrinking penis into her mouth. Almost immediately it began to grow hard again. She grasped it in one hand and worked it up and down while running her tongue around its purple end. Chris was breathing heavily. She reached behind him with her other hand and pushed a finger into his anus. She had never done this before but had read somewhere that it would drive a man wild. It certainly worked for Chris. Within a couple of minutes her mouth was filled with cum for the second time in two days.

"Wow," he said, when he had calmed down. "You're amazing."

"You know, I think I am," she replied.

They lay together for a few minutes. Clare would have liked him to fuck her again but didn't think he'd be up to coming a third time. She told him that it had been lovely but it was time for him to go.

As he dressed, she asked him not to mention what had happened to the other people at work. He agreed not to. But, deep down, she knew he'd be unable to resist bragging and that her reputation as a sex-resistant good girl would be shattered. But perhaps that wouldn't be a bad thing.